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goldenkamuyhunting · 5 years ago

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Ramblings and crazy theory time about GK chap 256 “Tokushirou’s number one”

So we get a new chapter in which…

…yeah, Usami gets friendzones but as he’s happy about it and honestly, his relationship with Tsurumi wasn’t what I would call normal.... well, I guess this is all well and good.

So we resume from where we started.

After Usami got shoot by Ogata’s bullet he falls back and right down the stairs while Ogata gets a clip of bullets and recharges his rifle as fast as he can.

However, by the time he can approach the stairs and shoot again Usami has understood he has lost the upper hand and had escaped, leaving a trail of blood behind himself.

Usami’s wound his serious, as he’s bleeding profusely, panting and sweating and looking fatigued. Evidently Ogata has hit a blood vessel.

Knowing this could kill him and that he’s no more in shape to face Ogata, Usami decides he doesn’t have anymore the time to worry about Hyakunosuke (yes, he still calls him just by name, I wonder what kind of relation they used to have before all this mess) and that he has to hurry pass the skins and the info he collected to Tsurumi.

It took him a bullet that almost killed him to rearrange his priorities and understand his petty grudges weren’t so relevant after all.

Meanwhile, outside, Ueji is giving the firefighters hell by tugging the water pump and causing one to risk falling from the stairs. He also has knocked unconscious a firefighter and then begins to climb on their stairs, confusing all the remaining firefighters.

I guess the firefighters are really devoted to save lives so they couldn’t start waving those stairs really hard when he’s high enough and cause him to crash on the ground, possibly where the fire is. Pity.

Back to Usami, he has left the building and has spotted one of the carriages of the firefighters, and, more importantly, the horses attached to it which would grant him a fast escape.

At the same time we see again a scene from chap 255, the one in which Sugimoto tosses Ostrog off a window, remarking than rather than worrying about who gave birth to him he should have worried about what he lived for. This means this scene is happening at the same time as that one but it’s also a veiled remark to Usami who has dismissed Ogata as the mere son of a prostitute and ended up getting shoot by him… though I’ll say more than worrying about what Ogata lived for he should have worried about what Ogata could do.

But whatever, let’s go on.

Sugimoto tosses Ostrog out of the window, Ogata notices him falling and, below him, Usami running away on a horse.

I’m surprised Ushiyama, who was right below that window, didn’t seem to notice Usami because it’s true he was turned toward the building but he should have heard the horse running but whatever, it’s not relevant.

Ogata aims at Usami, saying that if Usami is really concerned about being or not a cheap piece he can discover the truth watching Tsurumi’s expression at his funeral.

Now, Noda does a really clever thing here.

With a clever trick of panels seems to depict Ogata as having a chance to shoot Sugimoto through the window.

Maybe he does. Maybe he does not.

Actually not only it’s unclear if Ogata could see Sugimoto as the inside of the place isn’t exactly well light but Sugimoto has moved away already from the broken window and is near the close window above Usami.

Now… there’s something that puzzles me though and that is how, when Ogata shoot, Usami wasn’t visible anymore, as if he had already turned the corner, something that’s easily noticeable when we place the panel prior to Ogata shooting that was on page 8 and the panel in which Ogata shoots on page 9.

See? Usami has turned the corner and therefore is not visible anymore.

This makes me wonder if it’s possible Ogata’s bullet actually hit him because it went through the broken window and then out of the closed window (the one near which Sugimoto was standing) and, from it, through Usami.

This would mean that the panels showing the windows above Usami and near which Sugimoto is don’t actually aim to draw our attention on Sugimoto, who’s actually leaving the frame but on the window at which Ogata is, visible through it.

This would be an hellishly impressive shoot because Ogata basically hit Usami without even seeing him (or even more impressive if he could actually see him through those two windows), and what’s worse would alert Sugimoto of Ogata’s position there.

I doubt Sugimoto would realize Ogata shoot Usami and not him which probably would send him in another drunken rampage as we shouldn’t forget Sugimoto is drunk.

I’m not sure though, the scene will be probably cleared up in the next chapter.

Anyway Ogata’s bullet hits Usami perfectly. I think it went through his spine as Usami falls from the horse like a broken doll, his legs completely limp.

Luckily for him he falls in Tsurumi’s arms as Tsurumi coincidentally got there right in that moment, allowing Usami to see his beloved first lieutenant for his last few moments.

Meanwhile Ogata, who has no doubts he had hit the mark, has moved away from the window and thanking Usami as he believed killing Usami completed him as a sniper. As he says so he removes the bandages that were covering his face to reveal… not a scar or an empty eye socked but a new right eye. It immediately turns out it’s a glass one though, as it escapes his eye socket.

I guess Hijikata paid for it as Ogata seemed to be bankrupted when he got in Hokkaido. Ogata, still in a great mood, grabs it and will likely place it back.

I guess he wore the bandages as a personal way to tell himself he was an incomplete sniper and now that he feels he’s complete he removed them.

To all whose who wondered yes, it’s possible to remove an eye without leaving a huge scar as it’s easy enough to pop out an eye from its socket. I don’t encourage you to try doing it though.

Back to Usami he hands out the copy he stole to Kadokura and tries to say something to Tsurumi about Kadokura.

I’m not sure if he manages and we just don’t get to hear it or Tsurumi cut him out. We’ll see.

Tsurumi, slipping into the Niigata dialect, praises him (Tsurumi and Usami are both from Niigata). It’s worth to mention that vol 23 changed all the dialogues in the Tsurumi/Usami flashback so that the two of them were always talking in Niigata dialect. This, along with the ironic fact that vol 23 got Usami on its cover, ties this chapter to that flashback and explains the conclusion of their story.

At the praise Usami raises his hand toward Tsurumi, placing his little finger against his mouth. Tsurumi takes it in and bites it off.

It’s the second time Tsurumi bites off a finger, the first being with Wada but, back then he spat it in Wada’s face (is Noda also about to bring back Wada’s death into the plot?).

Now instead he implied he swallowed it (although no swallowing sound onomatopoeia is present) claiming this way the two of them will be together forever and that, like this ‘Tokishige-kun’ will live inside him forever (Tokishige-kun being how Tsurumi used to call him in the flashback) as his number one… friend.

‘Kore de watashitachi ha issho-ra suke. Tokishige-kun wa watashi no naka de ichiban no tomo to shite iki tsudzuken dare.’

これで私たちは一緒らすけ。時重くんは私の中で一番の友として生き続けんだれ

“With this we're together. Tokishige-kun will continue to live in me as my number 1 friend.”

So yeah, Usami has been deeply friendzoned.

Well, actually ‘tomo’ (友) can also mean “companion”, “comrade” and, interesting enough, it seems that the word ‘uruwashiki tomo’ (麗しき友 “beautiful friend”) was speculated to refer to an homosexual relation in the past (though it’s currently not sure) so the word ‘tomo’ could give the impression of being something more than a friend to a Japanese person.

But whatever, I honestly don’t think Tsurumi had romantic feelings for Usami, he’s just using pretty words to put him at ease in his last moments.

Usami relies in the romance of the moment saying it makes him so happy he’s going to cum… because Usami is a man who knows what to do in romantic moments… as he does so he calls Tsurumi just ‘Tokushirou-san’ (篤四郎さん) as he used to do in the flashback.

Tsurumi than takes the pose of the ‘Pietà’ (“Piety”; 1498–1499), a work of Renaissance sculpture by Michelangelo Buonarroti, housed in St. Peter's Basilica, Vatican City (which is beautiful but even more awesome up close, I can confirm as I went to see it and I recommend everyone to do the same), taking for himself the pose of the Virgin Mary while Usami is meant to be Jesus.

Please, let me shudder in horror at the idea… although Tsurumi likes to present himself as the Virgin which is highly ironic considering the whole discussion about immaculate conception taking place in the previous chapters. Is this Noda’s way to say that in a way it’s Tsurumi who gave birth to the Usami we know?

Does Tsurumi genuinely mourn Usami, whom he, after all, knew from when Usami was a child, in a time in which Tsurumi possibly was more emotionally stable?

In short, is Usami more than a cheap piece, as he longed for or Usami is feeding him another of his sweet lies because he has his men around and they’ve to think he cares about them?

Everything is possible as we should remember there’s another little finger Tsurumi took, and that one is the little finger of his wife. He apparently didn’t ate it but kept it with himself and she and little Olga are depicted as the reason why he became the way he is. So if he wanted to be one with someone I would expect him to wish to be one with them.

On another side, Japanese at the time differentiated the relationship they had with their wife with the relationship they could have with their male ‘friends’ so maybe Tsurumi might want to keep both.

I don’t know but I’m honestly skeptical about Tsurumi genuinely caring for Usami and it’s interesting how the last panel shows Tsurumi’s face completely in the dark as he moves close to Usami’s face, which is not smiling anymore. Is Usami dead already or he can still see? We’ll probably discover in the next chapter as Ueji interrupt the scene.

He managed to climb up a tall chimney and is calling everyone’s attention on himself… which would make this the perfect moment to shoot him. Ogata please, if you would? Vasily, you too, do something useful, please.

Anyway the chapter ends here.

Some last words of the pinky eating scene.

In Japanese the pinky is ‘koyubi’ (小指) the “little finger” and it’s a finger with interesting meanings.

The Japanese raises it to mean they’re talking about their girlfriend for example.

You’re probably also familiar with ‘Yubitsume’ (指詰め "finger shortening"), the Japanese ritual to atone for offenses to another, a way to be punished or to show sincere apology and remorse to another, by means of amputating portions of one's own little finger. That’s because the little finger was important in order to keep a good grip on the katana so losing it or part of it was a considerable weakness.

You might have heard also of ‘yubikiri’ (指切り, "finger cut-off"), the Japanese version of pinky swearing, often additionally confirmed with the vow ‘Yubikiri genman, uso tsuitara hari senbon nomasu’ (指切り拳万、嘘ついたら針千本呑ます “Finger cut-off, ten thousand fist-punchings, whoever lies has to swallow a thousand needles.”).

There are also sources that suggest the term pinky swear traces its history back to the early 1600s to mid-1800s. During this time, prostitutes were rumored to cut off their pinkies to give to customers they like. This grand yet bloody gesture signifies that they have developed affections for the customer and are willing to take their lives for them… which would basically compare Usami to a prostitute.

But there’s also a more romantic meaning to the pinky and that’s that how the ‘unmei no akaī ito’ (運命の赤い糸 “red thread of fate”) which is supposed to be an invisible red cord tied around the finger of those that are destined to meet one another in a certain situation as they are “their true love” is meant to be tied to the pinky.

You’ve probably read the notes the scanlators put at the end of the chapter so you are aware already of what ‘Honekami’ (骨噛み “Chewing the bone”) is and how it was practiced in Niigata. Now you also know why Usami might have wanted to encourage Tsurumi to bite away that particular finger and it wasn’t just a coincidental choice... and why being friendzoned might not feel so bad to him.

Well, that’s all for the chapter.

In the next we will probably discover what Ueji has to say, if Ogata really shoot Usami through the window Sugimoto was near to and therefore got his full attention and maybe if Tsurumi really cared for Usami and if Usami managed to deliver Kadokura’s secret… or if Ogata will discover it.

We’ll see.

Anyway with this chapter Usami leaves the cast.

He’s the third relevant character to leave the cast, after Kiroranke and Ienaga.

While he didn’t grow up to be a good person, but he actually went uninged as Ostrog, in a way I’m still sad for the little kid with light in his eyes that didn’t get to grow up as a normal person but got so wrapped up in his crush for Tsurumi he ended up murdering his best friend in jealous rage and then never managed to recover his mental sanity. Usami never managed to let go of his obsession, he only became worse.

It’s sad exactly because it could happen and it ruins a life forever.

#Golden Kamuy #Ogata Hyakunosuke #Usami Tokishige #Tsurumi Tokushirou #Sugimoto Saichi #Michael Ostrog #Golden Kamuy Ramblings and Theories #Ueji Keiji

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p1nkwitch · 4 years ago

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Please may I have number 3? Drunk/sloppy kiss, with either jmart or lonelyeyes?

This got out of control, so forgive me, i just have this scene in the backburner of my mind for months and wanted to post it somewhere. So its soft and a little bit sad, but ultimately i love it. I hope its what you want!

Also im a lonelyeyes shipper first so if given the option i would always pick it first, sorry if you wanted the Jmart.

Maybe later i will compile all this shorts in ao3.

3- Drunk/sloppy kiss

Elias is trying his hardest to focus but it was proving to be a little bit too hard. Today was…

Well today was not a good day for him in several instances, so when he got home he decided to drink to more or less forget the day happened and just wake up the next morning with a headache, more bearable in his book than overthinking things and beholding being particularly bitchy by making it worse.

However he did manage to get significantly drunk which is why he was currently talking animatedly to Peter who was looking at him amusedly from behind the couch, since he just arrived and Elias was not up to getting up.

“sSo i was with- with OsCAR AND you would not believe what he said-” Peter hums in agreement and starts to move away, making him pout so he gets up slightly and grabs his sleeve before he escapes.

“I'm talking Peter!!” His husband? Were they married now? He can't recall, sighs and gets his hand off him, making him upset, but he goes around the couch to sit next to him and pour what's left of the scotch on a glass, taking a gulp.

“Why did you think getting drunk on a… wednesday night was a good idea?” He doesn't want to think of the reason now, so he shrugs and says what comes to mind.

“Awful day, wanted to not thiiiink about it” He sees him scrunch up his face at him, but ultimately nods, he won't pry, it would mean caring about his wellbeing too much and Peter can't bring himself to do it. Or well he does sometimes, his moral sense is a spinning wheel anyways.

Elias feels still slightly upset, but more importantly he is also mesmerized watching Peter drink and just stay close to him, what a peculiar man that he is, claiming to be lonely yet staying with him who represents everything he hates. It makes him smile.

Peter is an acolyte of the lonely yet he has his personality and is not a boring husk, he knows exactly the kind of person he is and yet he still marries him, more importantly Peter is aware that one day he could be the death of him, and Elias has the suspicion that he wouldn't even be mad at him for it. Merely annoyed at himself.

Peter Lukas would never hate him for how he is even if it brings him his doom.

Elias slides closer and leans on Peters side, with his head on his shoulder making him stiffen and yet not pull him away, he giggles at the contradictions of this man, this silly little big man that he loves. Oh.

Oh he does love him, it does not mean he won't let him go if it serves him and he would be offended if it wasn't the same way for him. But nevertheless he does.

His face burns pleasantly and he nuzzles his side a little bit. He must have mumbles something, because he hears him sigh and kiss the top of his head.

“Dead of me for sure” Elias looks up at him and he sees the surprised and flushed look he has. Silly man. Nodding he grabs his arm and pulls him until they are both lying on the couch, with him lying almost practically falling off it. His husband or not husband doesn't protest much, beyond grumbling and snorting at his feeble attempts at kissing his neck, they were sloppy as hell, but he was having fun!! It's been a while.

Its when he brushes a certain spot that Peter stiffens and laughs.

Oh?

“Elias no- don't you dar-!!!” He blows a raspberry and Peter starts laughing like crazy!!! He was ticklish that asshole told him he wasn't! He always got him and he could never get revenge not until now!!

“YES!! I KNEW YOU HAdd to be Ticklish someWhereeee” Peter wheezes and he laughs against him trying to reach the spot again, oh god he has to remember his tomorrow, he has to otherwise it would be for nothing- shit- He-

Flops to the ground with a thud.

There is silence only shaken by Peter's heavy breathing. Despite the fall he is grinning ear to ear. He sees the man peak from the couch at him with an afronted look and very flushed face.

“Are you ok?” He keeps his grin in place and laughs nodding.

“Yes!! Oh that was funnn” He sighs dreamily, it was so much fun. Peter shakes his head at him.

“Who knew being drunk got you to be so...sappy and childish, you really were holding out onto me huh?” Was he? He probably was, he really had to hold back most of the time.

“Mm” He sees Peter hand go to his face and he tilts it to the side expectantly, the man merely puts some hair out of his face and hesitatnly boops his nose. His smile turns softer. Quickly he grabs his hand and kisses his wrist softly. The man stiffens and he laughs before lifting himself up a little bit to start to kiss his way up the arm.

Peter breathing goes up and when he checks his face is completely red, not only that but he doesn't seem to know where to look. God he is so cute.

Laughing softly he keeps going, advancing like he wants, grateful he was wearing a short sleeve. Once he reaches the fabric of his clothes he jumps up directly to kissing him in the mouth, now that they were at the same height. Its good.

More importantly he feels the other unwind and reciprocate. Elias is honestly in a cloud right now, whatever was upsetting him was definitely out of mind, the feels of his sometimes husband slightly chapped lips pressed against his, his hitched breath at the whispered words that he knows makes him usually run, but not today, now now, make ti all the better and sweeter. Of course that's when the man tries to get closer and ends up rolling too much falling half on top of him. They both groan at first, but then-

Then he starts to laugh uncontrollably, Peter pouts but chuckles along before pressing his face on the crook of his neck. Far bigger than him, but always awfully cuddly when he can get away with it.

“What?” Peter shakes his head.

“You are not going to remember any of this are you?” He blinks a few times and after measuring it he has to admit he drank too much.

“Mmmmayhaps not?” A kiss to the neck.

“Good” Ah, that's why he is so sappy. Loneliness by being the only one who recalls this.

“Peter?”

“Mm?” Well if he is not going to might as well go out?

“Want to danceeee”

“No”

“Please?” Silence.

A resigned sigh.

“I hate you” Elias smiles and kisses the top of his head.

“No you dont-”

They get up and he is shakily clutching Peter who merely spins him around the room without rhyme or reason, but that in his addled mine is the closest to waltz he can manage with his coordination at hand. He spends most of it laughing and talking and occasionally just leaning up to get more kisses, that Peter obliges. Silly, silly man!!

In the end he drags him to bed and they lay down to sleep, not before his husband leaves him a cup of water and some pills for an upcoming headache in the morning. Once in bed he snuggles closer to Peter who lets him and curves himself around him.

“... It's the anniversary of Barnabas death”

“... Which one-?”

“The skull, your- Mordechai?”

“Ahh the lonely one” He stays there in warmth not as bothered by it anymore.

“Would you watch me and still let me die little pufferfish?” He scrunches up his nose and thinks, but the answer has always been the same.

“Yes… would you hate me for it?” Peter doesn't answer and he is almost asleep before he hears the answer.

“No, i dont think i could, i know how you are, it would be stupid of me to do it” It was the answer he was expecteng yet having it confirmed lifted something out from him, a small weight he wasnt expecting.

“Thank you, love you Peter”

“...You too my lovely downfall”

Elias sleeps and dreams of foggy beaches with lost rings and skulls. One day he will miss Peter just as he does for Barnabas he is sure of it.

#writing prompt #elias is dumb when he is drunk #also very sappy #and giggly!!!!#peter cant handle soft touches and its delightful to Elias

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reddeadinmybed · 5 years ago

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Simplicity (M)

ANON ASKED; can we get NSFW dutchxreader? maybe something a little rough but not too violent or crazy.

Life on a farm was never easy. My father was never one to ask for money from loan sharks, he was too proud of a man to ever admit that he needed help when times were troubling. However, when a stormy night hit the farm and destroyed the crops and killed our livestock, my father had no choice. My father had somehow managed to find a loan shark easy due to them being only up the road. Something about them recently moving here from Ambarino.

The lenders name was Leopold Strauss. He was a German who was very good with numbers and anything mathematical. He lent my father approximately $250 to let the farm to get back on its feet again, which didn’t need the insane amount of money. He gave my father the time limit of a week and if we didn’t seek him out, he would send one of his men to come and “collect the money” for him. Sounded like a crock of shit to me. No loan shark would come and collect the money without starting a fight.

When my father told my little sister and I, we hit the roof. My father didn’t know the first thing about loaning or money in general. My father was now well over-encumbered with money and my sister and I had to make sure that the money was going to be spent accordingly and wouldn’t be spent on the likes of alcohol. It was either my father spending all the money for his own pleasures, or it was some assholes trying to steal the money for their own pleasures.

My sister and I thought we had managed to get the money back on time. We had put the money in the safe and didn’t let father know where the key was hidden. He agreed, not wanting to be indebted to a loan shark for the rest of his life. It was perhaps one of the smartest moves he made ever since mum died. The smartest move he ever made was to quit drinking and start focusing on a life with his two daughters.

Everything was going great until our farm got raided by some scum who called themselves the O’Driscoll’s. They stole our money, the money that we had saved to return to Leopold Strauss. They had blown up the safe whilst my father, sister and myself went to Valentine to grab supplies.

We came back to nothing. No money. No cattle. Absolutely nothing. We were lucky they didn’t burn our house down. If they had, we would not have been able to have shelter. We were already on the cusp of losing the house. Prices were slowly starting to increase and supplies were scarce.

Leopold Strauss was going to send someone after us and there was nothing we could do about it. There was no way the three of us could make $130 in four hours. Father was told 6:00pm otherwise they would come and if was 2:00pm now.

Father told us that he was going to handle this problem and that we needed to hide. Something about not wanting any of the men in the gang to know we were here however we didn’t make it.

Just as my sister and I were going to hide, there was a man who kicked the door opened. My sister screamed in surprise and I pulled her closer to me, protecting her from the man. My sister was clinging to me desperately, terrified of the man who just knocked our door off its hinges.

“Mr L/N, it appears you haven’t handed us our money back.” The man says whilst taking a look around our house, most probably searching for something for him to take.

“Mr Williamson, you have to believe me when I say I had the money but those O’Driscoll boys took all of it. They had left us with nothing...I-I–”

Mr Williamson grabbed a glass from the cabinet and grabbed the scotch that was half empty. He then took a seat at the table and placed his feet on top of it. Mr Williamson poured himself a shot and brought it to his mouth, swigging it back.

“Now Mr L/N, do you really think I care about those damn O’Driscoll’s? You learn money to our Strauss and you need to pay up.” Mr Williamson chuckled, clearly finding the whole situation amusing.

Father spluttered with his words, giving Mr Williamson more of a reason to find the situation funny. Mr Williamson just sat there and continued to chuckle and pour another drink, knocking it back.

Mr Williamson looked over toward my sister and I, finally noticing us standing there, shaking in fear. If it was even possible, my sister gripped onto me even harder. I felt that if she held onto me tighter, I would die from getting crushed.

Mr Williamson gave a smirk.

“Well ain’t this a surprise,” he looked over at father. “Forget about the money Mr L/N, we’ll clear the debt for one of your beautiful beautiful girls over here.” Mr Williamson started as he creeped towards us.

“You leave them alone you hear! They’re not taking a single step out of this house with you. You and your gang can...can go fuck themselves! You hear me? Go fuck your self!” Father yelled and took steps closer towards Mr Williamson.

“Shut up you old bastard.” Mr Williamson pulled his gun out of his holster and whacked father over the head with it. Father fell to the floor, knocked unconscious from the impact of the hit.

My sister screamed, scared because father was our protector yet he was knocked out on the floor, leaving me to deal with Mr Williamson by myself, who was staring at my sister with predatory eyes.

Panic swarmed through me at the thought of Mr Williamson trying to take my sister. There was no way I could let him take her. I would rather him take me and even kill me before he even lays a finger on her.

“Now the question is, which one of you ladies should I take as payment.” Mr Williamson’s smirk only grew wider when my grip on my little sister tightened. It was obvious he wanted my sister and his menacing steps towards the two of us made it even more obvious.

“Y-You leave her alone you! Take me instead. I will go willingly if you let her go.” The words were meant to come out strong and make me long strong but my words were stumbled and quiet.

Mr Williamson’s smirk didn’t falter. He knew that I was scared and he knew that I couldn’t do a thing to stop him from taking my little sister. I would still try my hardest to keep the evil man that stands before me from stealing my little sister.

If Mr Williamson manages to take my little sister, I would never forgive myself.

“Well then. If I can’t have her...I’ll take you.” Me Williamson grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him. His grab caused me to go flying into his chest.

He stank of alcohol, no doubt he was drunk even before he came to ‘collect his money’. The smell made me want to gag, it was so bad. Not to mention that he hadn’t bathed in what seemed like centuries.

“H-hey! Let go of me!” I yelled out, trying to yank myself out of his grip.

Mr Williamson laughed.

“Look at what we got here. First she wants me to let her sister go and now she wants me to let her go. Well, I’ve got some bad news for ya sweetheart...” he looked me dead in the eye, “I’m going to have to take you with me. You’re the payment.” He then started walking towards the door, his grip on my collar pulling me with him.

“Y/N!” My little sister yells and proceeds to run after me.

Mr Williamson ignored her pleas and hogtied my hands before throwing me on the floor and hogtying my legs together. He threw me over his shoulders, his disgusting hands giving my waist a squeeze. He chuckled, throwing me over the horse.

“Y/N! No, please don’t go! I need you!” My sister cried out but there was nothing I could do. I was stuck on the horse and I couldn’t even see her. The repulsive man in front of me had faced me away from my little sister so as Mr Williamson got on his horse and started cantering away, I could only turn my head and look at her.

She looked a mess, crying her eyes out and eventually she collapsed onto her knees and thrusted her arms out as if she was trying to grab me. My little sister looked broken hearted and as Mr Williamson’s horse retreated, a tear fell from my eye.

How was I going to survive this?

It was only a 30 minute ride but it felt like hours. I didn’t attempt to speak in fear that I would get hit. I didn’t look towards Mr Williamson at all, not wanting to attract his attention towards me. During the ride Mr Williamson pulled out a flask and proceeded to frantically drink out of it. He finished it by the time we made it to the gangs hideout.

When Mr Williamson’s horse was hitched up, he grabbed my waist again, muttering about how nice my waist looked, threw me over his shoulder, and walked towards a large tent.

There was people in this gang - women to be in fact. They didn’t at all look intimidating, apart from one but she only looked stressed, ordering them girls to clean the sheets and clothes. Maybe they were like me. Slaves.

“Jesus Bill, Strauss sent you to collect money, not a girl.” One of the males said to Bill.

The man wore a worn out stenson with a blue shirt. He had a bandana wrapped around his neck and wore blue jeans with black and white suspenders. He had chaps that overlapped his pants and wore black boots. He was handsome, there was no denying it.

“Oh shut it Arthur, maybe if you could’ve done it better you should’ve gone instead,” Bill retorted and proceeded to walk towards the tent.

I looked at Arthur and he gave me an apologetic look, apologising on behalf of Bill.

I didn’t even get the chance to smile back at him because I was thrown to the floor. I grunted as I hit the floor, the air being knocked out of my lungs. I wheezed trying to find air for me to breathe again.

“Mr Williamson, I trust that this girl is important and that’s why you’ve kidnapped her from her home and robbed her from her family.” A sombre voice rang out and it had me turning to see who was the owner of the voice.

He was a tall but handsome man. He held a cigar in one hand and had the other holding on to his belt. He wore a black top hat with a red lining. He wore all black consisting of a black button up, jacket, dress pants and shoes. He stood there like a god and he looked like one too.

There was a girl in the tent who had red hair. She was gorgeous and had her hair professionally put up and looked perfectly in place. Her dress accentuated all her curves and made her bust looked luscious and plump. She was glaring at me, seeming displeased that I had pulled her away from the gorgeous man that stands before me.

“Dutch, this woman is payment for the L/N loan. Apparently the O’Driscoll’s had stolen their money right before I came. As punishment I took her.” Bill’s words made me angry; livid even.

“The O’Driscoll’s took everything we had! Even our payment to you, you incompetent asswipe.” I spat towards Bill, tired of seeing his excruciatingly annoying face.

Bill looked at me, annoyance dripping down his face.

“Now you shut it you dumb little bi –”

“Enough Bill. You can leave now.” Dutch called out, not once looking at him, his gaze remaining on me. “Before you do leave, untie the girl, she doesn’t need to be bound.” He placed the cigar in his mouth.

It was like I was entranced. Everything he did was perfect and all he did was put a cigar in his mouth.

Bill untied me and Dutch offered his hand out for me to grab. Apprehensively, I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up and towards him. I collided into his hard chest and his hand let go of mine and he placed it on my waist, stabilising me.

I blushed, not expecting such a brazen move. He was all kinds of warm, from his hands to his gaze. The weather was warm, probably why his grip was so warm.

“Everybody gather around. This here is –” he stopped and looked at me, expecting me to introduce myself.

“Y/N,” I muttered. It was so quiet I don’t even think that Dutch had heard it but he had.

“This is Y/N. She will be staying with us now. Keep your eye on her and if she runs away,” he paused to look at me. “Bring her back.” His voice was deep and it brought a shiver down my spine. It was clearly a warning. A warning to let me know that if I try and escape, there will be hell to pay.

A couple of minutes passed and everyone went back to what they were doing. People were cooking, others cleaning. Some were sitting there and writing in a book - a ledger. Most likely Leopold Strauss.

However Arthur caught my attention the most. He had a journal open and it appeared he was sketching. He looked at me ever so often and it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. Arthur was drawing me.

I slowly moved towards him and sat down next to him. He was sitting on a log that was overlooking the river. There was a lot of bugs around here but it was something that Arthur had seemed to be used to, not paying attention to any of the bugs flying around his face.

“Do you like drawing Mr –” I waited to hear his last name.

“Morgan,” he looked up towards me, staring at me for a bit before looking back down and sketching once again. “The last name is Morgan.” He looked very handsome sketching, yet not quite as handsome as Dutch.

“Mr Morgan,” I tested out his name and Arthur looked up at me. I gave a small smile and he returned one to me.

I had no idea but I wasn’t afraid. Mr Morgan made me feel...safe. It was as if he would never hurt me. I know its strange considering I just met him but he doesn’t look like he would hurt me. In fact, no one in this camp looks it. Apart from Mr Williamson and one other man in this camp (he had blonde hair and a strange moustache with an expression that was truly evil), it didn’t seem that any of them wanted to hurt me. Hell they even had a kid in this camp.

I felt somewhat safe with this camp which is definitely crazy considering they just kidnapped me from my family and my home.

“The answer is yes.” Mr Morgan said, confusing me. I frowned at him as if trying to remember if I said anything.

“You asked me if I liked to draw,” Mr Morgan clarified. “Yes, I like to draw.” Was all he said and we were sat in silence again.

I took one look at Dutch and he was talking to the girl in his tent. They didn’t look happy, somewhat yelling at each other. You could hear the phonograph playing classical music, drowning out their argument. I then looked back at the river again and watched as the sun started to go down.

I don’t know how I’m going to survive here but I’m hoping that eventually, they’ll let me see my family again.

It’s been a couple of weeks since I have been with the gang known as the Van Der Linde Gang. I have gotten to know everyone a bit better during the weeks I’ve resided here. I’ve even gotten to know Bill. He was a grumpy brute and although I don’t particularly like him (or Micah and Molly) I remain - for some silly reason - hopeful that a friendship can grow between the two of us.

I’m extremely close to Arthur Morgan and Mary-Beth. Karen doesn’t like me too much, saying I need “exposure to the real world and not some fairytale world”. The reason being that Mary-Beth and I love to read. We love to read about other lives. Other lives being the rich and famous and love stories that we could only dream of.

Arthur is my lifeline. When I felt like I was drowning, Arthur had managed to pull me back and remind me of who I am and what I was doing here.

Although I miss my family very much, I felt like this was the life that I was missing. I felt like I was meant to be here. I didn’t want to leave this place. Yes, I wanted to see my family again, everyone would in my situation. Yet I feel like I don’t want to go back to how things were before. It seemed boring.

Over the few weeks I also got to know Dutch Van Der Linde and his somewhat ‘girlfriend’ Molly O’Shea. Dutch refuses to call her that but Molly jumps at the chance, reminding me that Dutch belongs to her.

It was currently 7:30 in the afternoon and the sun had just left the sky a couple of minutes ago, yet there was a gorgeous residue of patterns from the sun that littered the sky. It was gorgeous.

“Miss L/N,” Mr Matthews voice called out. I turned to face him, a smile on my face.

Mr Matthews was a lovely old man who acted like a father to me. He always talked about his ex-wife Bessie and how things used to be. They were interesting stories and I loved to sit down by the fire and listen to them, a smile on my face.

“Yes Mr Matthews,” I said whilst turning around to face him completely.

His old age was slowly getting to him, the wrinkles becoming evident as each day passes. I had no idea how old he truly was but I was assuming he was in his late 60’s to early 70’s.

“Dutch would like a word with you in his tent.” A spark of nervousness ignited in my belly. The tingle I felt made my breath hitch and I could only give a small smile as a response to Mr Matthews.

He walked off leaving me to sit there and think about what Dutch could possibly want. Was it that he has noticed the stares that I give him? Was he going to kick me out of the gang? Was he going to yell at me for doing something wrong? My mind went into overdrive, thinking of all the worst case scenarios in my head.

I stood up abruptly and started walking towards Dutch’s tent which was all closed off. I had no idea how I was going to let him know that I was there, it wasn’t like I could knock on the sheet. Instead I resorted to, “Mr Van Der Linde, I’m here.”

Dutch uttered out a “come in,” and I found myself opening the sheet and stepping inside, making sure the sheet was shut properly. I then turned to face Dutch and my jaw almost dropped with the sight I had before me.

Dutch held a book in his hand and flicked the page when he had finished the page. His jacket was not one and his shirt was unbuttoned allowing me to see his chest. His hat was sitting on top of a barrel and I could see his hair was rough due to the hat being on all day.

“Y-yes Mr Van Der Linde?” I asked, stuttering at the beginning.

Dutch noticed this, a smirk on his face as he took a puff of his cigar. He blew out the smoke and placed cigar on a tray, ensuring that the whole tent won’t set on fire due to the cigar dropping.

“Miss L/N, I have called you in here so I can discuss a...an observation I have seen with you and Mr Morgan in the camp.” At the mention of Arthur my cheeks turned red.

Oh no, he thinks I like Mr Morgan!

“M-Mr Morgan? He and I are merely just friends, he and I a-are nothing more.” I muttered out quickly and Dutch smirks once again.

Dutch closed the book and placed it on the barrel before walking closer towards me. I took a step back, not wanting to be in his way but it appears he was walking towards me. I took another step back, afraid of what he was planning.

He flicked the switch of the phonograph and classical music started to play. The sound blocked my thoughts, it being way too loud for me to think.

“Dance with me Y/N.” The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. He offered out his hand and I didn’t even think before I grabbed his hand, eager to dance with him.

He pulled me to him, much like the first day that I met him, and I collided to his chest. His arms encircled around my waist, giving a little squeeze before his left hand gripped my own.

My breath hitched at being so close to him. His grip on me was tight, as if he never wanted to let me go which was fine by me because I never wanted him to let me go. Being in his arms felt right and I never wanted to be held in another mans arms.

Dutch moved backwards slowly, guiding me with him. Everything felt so right. I could feel his chest pressed against mine and my right hand was gripping his shoulder with such desperation, I’m sure Dutch could feel my nails digging in.

My gaze remained on his and his gaze remained on me, both of us too afraid to look away from each other. It was as if we’d disappear if we looked away from each other.

Dutch’s gaze flickered fo my lips, and at that moment, I desperately wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to make me his, I wanted to be his.

His head tilted in, as if he was going to kiss me and I wasn’t going to pull back. I wanted this just as much as he did. I wanted Dutch to kiss me, to call me his. I could feel his breath on my lips and we were so close our noses were almost touching. If I leant forward even the slightest, our lips would be pressed against each other.

The kiss was going to happen except Molly barged through the tent and saw Dutch and I. She saw me pressed completely towards Dutch and our heads tilted and close together.

I broke away from Dutch and removed myself from his embrace. Immediately a sense of longing filled me. A feeling of yearning for his embrace nagged at me and it would do anything to be in Dutch’s arms again.

Not thinking, I turned and ran out of the tent, not wanting to hear what Dutch nor Molly had to say. I just kept going until I finally made it to my tent and laid on the bed, attempting sleep.

I was afraid. I was afraid of the way I felt when I was with Dutch. I should hate him. He’s forbidding me from seeing my family and he’s keeping me here. I should feel nothing but repulsive when he touches me and I should be trying to escape as I’m thinking at this very moment; but I can’t. I don’t want to leave because when I’m with Dutch, my world is complete.

Maybe I was crazy but the simplicity of being with Dutch is what I yearned for. I didn’t have a struggle when I was with him, life was easy and simple. I wanted him and I knew I couldn’t have him.

He was with Molly.

A couple of days had passed since that night with Dutch. I had avoided both him and Molly, still not wanting to hear what they had to say. Not only that, I had no idea what to say to either of them. What would I even say to Molly? There was nothing to us? Clearly Dutch and I both wanted something that night whether it was just pure intimacy or each other. It wouldn’t make sense if it was just intimacy he craved, he had Molly for that. Right?

I was walking to a table to place my stew down when Molly stood in front of me and knocked my plate causing the hot stew to land on my chest and the food to cover me.

I gasped, not expecting Molly to do that or have food all over me and my clothes. It burned, the stew being fresh off the burner. I wanted to scream and flick the hot food off of my chest but I was also too proud to admit that I was in pain, especially to

Molly looked proud of herself for ruining my dress. She had a proud smirk on her face and she crossed her arms, pushing her bust out.

“What the hell!” I yelled out looking at Molly with an angry look on my face. Everyone in the camp looked our way to see what was happening.

Micah let out a little chuckle and made a remark, no doubt a disgusting one.

“That was for hanging out with Dutch, when you know he was mine.” She then turned away and started to walk away from me.

A flash of anger ran through me and I stormed towards the stew pot. I grabbed a bowl and grabbed a handful of stew with the spoon and placed it in the bowl before walking towards Molly O’Shea and dumping all on her.

She gasped in shock and yelled that it burned.

“Two can play this game Molly. Don’t fuck with me.” I then turned and started walking towards the river. I needed to get these clothes off of me.

I continued walking a few metres away from the camp, just to make sure that no one could see me. I didn’t want anyone to see me naked especially Micah. He was a creep.

When I thought I was clear, I started to undress. I then walking into the water, with my dress in hand. I needed to clean the stew off of the dress if I ever wanted to wear it again. I was limited in clothes and I needed this one to not be stained.

I stood in the freezing cold water trying to get the stain out, not even noticing that Dutch was slowly walking towards me. His steps were slow, him taking his time appreciating the view.

The water stood up to my waist so he would’ve been able to see my breasts and me struggling to get the stain out of my dress.

It wasn’t until I groaned and threw the dress towards the shore that I saw Dutch Van Der Linde standing there watching me. I gasped and covered my breasts although there was no point, he had already seen them.

Dutch stood there with a smirk on his face.

“Miss L/N, I didn’t realise you were so brass.” He grabbed his hat and placed it on the floor. He then took his jacket off, slowly undressing himself in front of me.

“Mr...Mr Van Der Linde, I-I wasn’t expecting you to follow me. I-I needed to clean my dress after –”

“After miss O’Shea threw your stew all over you. Yes I heard. I also heard that you threw stew over her. That was a very bad thing to do Miss L/N. You’re disturbing the peace around here,” Mr Van Der Linde said as he unbuttoned his cuff-links.

“I-I didn’t m-mean to. I was mad and...and I –”

“That’s enough talking Miss L/N, you need to be punished,” he cut me off once again. I gasped at his words. Punished? For sticking up for myself? How exactly is he planning on punishing me?

His shoes were off and his shirt was now unbuttoned, much like the night before. He was now pulling his belt out of the loop holes in his pants. He was staring at me as I watched him undress. Who knows what he was thinking at this point. All I know was that he was so darn attractive right now and I was excited to see what was going to happen.

I took a step back, gasping at the coldness of the water as it hit my nipples. Dutch noticed and smirked, pulling down his pants leaving him bare all for me. I started walking into the water, not even giving me a chance to bask in his naked glory.

He walked towards me and once he reached me he stood there, waiting for something to happen. Or perhaps that was me. We were just staring at each other, naked, with the water reaching my shoulders and his chest.

I don’t understand why he’s not doing anything. Was I not attractive enough? I don’t understand.

“Miss L/N, I must say, you are ravishing. I’m finding it quite hard to hold back.” I looked up in surprise. Hold back? What does me mean by that?

“What if I don’t want you to.” It was a bold move but I wanted to know what he would really do and what he’s really holding back.

He gave one last smirk. It was one last smirk before his lips were on mine and kissing me as if it was the last chance he would ever get to kiss my lips. The kiss was aggressive and fast but no doubt passionate. All of our emotions from the last couple of weeks towards each other were embodied in this kiss.

Dutch tilted his head to the left, allowing me to bring myself closer to him and for his arms to trail down my waist and grab at my ass. He squeezed his hands and I gasped in surprise, which allowed Dutch access to inside of my mouth. His tongue explored my mouth, learning every crevice within my mouth. I moaned and the intensity of the kiss. Never have I been kissed like this before.

Dutch’s lips detached from mine and his left hand came up and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it down, causing my head to roll back. I winced at Dutch’s grip on my hair but all was forgotten once his lips attached to my neck.

They were slow kisses to start off but soon his patience was worn thin and he proceeded to sloppily kiss and suck at my neck before moving down and towards my breasts.

Dutch’s hands went down to the back of my thighs where he gripped them and pulled them up, wrapping my legs around Dutch’s waist. I could feel his length rub against my thigh and my stomach turned in anticipation.

I have never felt so hot and heavy for any man. Dutch is the only one who has brought these feelings upon me. I felt desire, a copious amount and it was only for him. I only wanted him. Every other man seemed like nothing in comparison to Dutch and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Dutch circled his tongue around my nipple, sucking at the skin and making lewd noises that I have only dreamed of hearing. I’ve dreamt about this moment for weeks on end, wanting Dutch to fuck me; hard.

“Dutch,” I moaned out, gripping his hair with my hand. I pulled him closer towards my breast. He nibbles before biting at my left breast and I gasped in pleasure and in pain, the mix feeling so good.

Dutch pulled away from my breast and looked at me. I was puffed out, wanting Dutch to desperately fuck me and show me how bad I was being. I wanted him to punish me and tell me I was a naughty girl. I wanted everything and I wanted it now.

He turned around, me still in his grip and he walked towards the shore before placing me - surprisingly softly - on the ground. He hovered over me, looking at my body which was still wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he whispered to me before kissing me once again.

The kiss was still passionate and rough, exactly what you’d expect from Dutch Van Der Linde. He wasn’t a soft guy, he was a hard and tough man who brought nothing but dominance to the table.

His hand traveled down my body. His hand brushed past my stomach and I jerked due to reflexes until he finally placed his thumb on my clit. He placed pressure on it and sparks flew and travelled up my body. I let out a slight moan at the pleasure.

He pulled away and looked at my face, watching my face contort in pleasure as he slowly rubbed circles on my clit. He did this for what seemed like minutes but it was only a few seconds before pulling away.

“Do you like this Y/N?” His voice was incredibly deep, most probably due to the need he felt, much like I’m feeling at this moment. I needed more from him, I needed him inside of me.

He continued to circle my clit with his thumb gaining more moans from me. It was like I couldn’t control the noises that came from my mouth. They were dirty moans. The type of noises my parents would kill me for letting out.

“Answer my fucking question Y/N!” He raised his voice whilst rubbing my clit faster, causing more moans to escape my mouth. “I said do you like this?” He asked once more.

“Yes!” I called out, halfway through a moan. I wanted more, the teasing was getting too much. I wanted him to stop teasing me and actually do something.

Dutch said no more and moved the finger that was on my clit and travelled down to where I was needing him most. Dutch placed his finger at my entrance and slowly pushed it in. The intrusion made me gasp, bucking my hips forward to feel more of him. Once his finger was fully inside of me, he kept it there, not moving it at all.

“Please,” I begged whilst thrusting my hips up towards Dutch, wanting to feel his finger move in me. Dutch however would not move his finger at all, watching me with a smirk on his face as I looked at him pleadingly.

“What do you want me to do Y/N?” Dutch asked, moving the finger that was in me slightly but never retrieving his finger or attempting to move and make me feel good. It was as if he was waiting for me to tell him what I want.

“I want you to fuck be Dutch. Please,” Dutch pulled his finger out and plunged it back in, causing me to gasp in pleasure once again. “Fuck me,” I moaned out.

That was all it took for Dutch to pull his finger out and grip my legs, spreading them open. He looked at me with such a devious smirk that if I wasn’t so desperate for Dutch to fuck me, I would’ve gotten up and left my now.

Dutch without hesitation thrusted into me, giving me no time to adjust to his hard length which I have not even properly seen yet. It felt large and it left me breathless. It filled my walls up so perfectly and I just wanted him to move already. I wanted to cum so bad and I wanted him to mercilessly fuck me.

He sat there for a moment, looking at me to see how I was fairing. I wrapped my arms around his waist, bringing my arms back up to grip his shoulders. Dutch moved his head and placed it in the junction between my neck and shoulder.

Dutch pulled his hips back, causing his length to come out of my entrance before he slammed his length back in. I moaned loudly, loving the way that he managed to fill me so nicely.

“Faster,” I moaned out and Dutch grunted.

Dutch thrusted faster and harder causing my body to be thrusted upwards. My legs wrapped around his waist and I brought my nails down his back whilst moaning.

Dutch’s right hand travelled from my waist and moved towards, brushing over my breast and travelling up to my neck. He gripped my neck and gave a light squeeze. My breath gave way from the grip on my neck.

It all seemed too much. From the grip on my neck to the hard and fast thrusts that he was giving to me. I couldn’t make a noise, my mouth was open but nothing was coming out of my mouth. Dutch’s thrust kept moving my body, my breasts bouncing up and down. Dutch watched my body, enamoured by the way that my body was reacting to his movements.

“Yes Dutch!” I moaned out, not even caring that the camp may hear us from where we are situated. “Right there, please keep going, please!” I was practically begging, that was how much I wanted to cum, to unravel under Dutch’s touch.

Dutch grunted and brought his other hand to my clit. This caused me to jerk into Dutch’s grip allowing him more access to my neck. Dutch practically growled as he slammed his lips back onto mine once again. His tongue invaded my mouth, connecting with mine. However I could hardly kiss him back due to my moans of pleasure from Dutch’s thrusts. Dutch rubbed my clit in circles and I couldn’t control the jerks my body was making.

A familiar tingle in my stomach formed and a yearning for the upcoming orgasm filled me and it had me panting for more and jerking my body so that both Dutch’s and my hips were meeting together, allowing for his thrusts to hit deeper.

I could stop the moans as my orgasm was quickly approaching. It had me clutching onto Dutch and pulling him as close as I could possibly get him to me.

Dutch looked at me with a smirk (which he never removed).

“Are you going to cum sweetheart?” He asked and I nodded, throwing my head back in pleasure.

It was all too much to handle. The pleasure was flowing through me and I was shaking, it felt that good. From Dutch’s hard thrusts to the lack of oxygen from Dutch’s grip on my neck, I could almost feel the coil snap within me.

I brought my hand up to Dutch’s hand which was wrapped firmly around my neck. I placed my hand on top of his, appreciating the coolness of his rings on my hot skin. I then pulled it at an attempt to let sit back into my lungs as I felt I was going to pass out at any point.

The water from the river hit our legs, the tide coming closer to shore as the day progressed to night. I rubbed my right leg up and down his leg as he thrusted himself into me.

I would never forget the feeling that I was feeling at this moment. I never wanted it to end, it felt so good. I just wanted Dutch to fuck me forever, I could get used to the way that Dutch fills me up so nicely.

The coil that was holding me together was just about to snap, I could feel it. It would only take a couple more thrusts before I would cum on Dutch’s dick.

“I’m going to cum! Dutch, yes, oh my god, I’m going to cum. Please Dutch, faster!” I moaned out, no longer holding back as I was desperate to cum.

“C’mon Y/N, come for me. You know you want to,” the smirk was evident in his voice but god I did want to cum. I wanted to cum so bad, I would do anything at this point.

One last thrust was all it took before the coil snapped and I was cumming around Dutch’s dick, hard. I screamed in pleasure as the pressure finally overwhelmed me. I gripped Dutch hard and clenched around him, causing Dutch to groan in pleasure.

My head was thrown back and my eyes (although were already shut) were squeezed shut and I could bet that Dutch’s back would be scratched to pieces due to my nails gliding down his back.

It only took a couple of more thrusts and Dutch was cumming in me, his cum filling me to the brim. I moaned at the feeling of his cum painting my walls whilst he was still buried in me.

Dutch let out a quiet, “fuck”, letting me know he enjoyed this just as much as I did.

We sat there for a while, trying to regain our breathing. We were panting crazily, both our stamina depleted from the dirty act we had just completed.

“I hope you have learnt your lesson Miss L/N.” Was all Dutch said before he pulled himself out and stood up, giving me a once over before grabbing his clothes.

Without even sparing me a glance he put his clothes on. During this time, I frowned, wondering why he was acting so cold. Usually the people I’ve been with showed some sort of aftercare whether it was one last kiss, cleaning me up or even giving me some cuddles before leaving. Dutch however gave me nothing. He just left me in the sand and put his clothes on.

With one last glance he walked off in the direction of the camp, leaving me, extremely naked and extremely embarrassed that all of this had just happened the way that it just did.

Over the next couple of days, Dutch hasn’t talked to me. He refused to even look in my direction. It was like nothing had happened between us whatsoever and it felt like the hospitality that I should’ve received when I first came here.

I felt used and abused.

Now that he had gotten his way with me, he wanted nothing to do with me. Like there was nothing else he wanted from me. He didn’t even want to talk to me.

The worst part of it all was that Molly O’Shea loved this.

Molly would sit there and smirk at me whilst she clung onto him like he was going to disappear at any moment. It annoyed me to no end that she had to throw it out there to me constantly that ‘Dutch was hers’ or that ‘I was never woman enough for Dutch’.

So I did what I only thought was possible.

I decided to leave the camp. They couldn’t keep me here anymore. Especially since the leader Mr Dutch Van Der Linde didn’t want even acknowledge me as a part of the gang, so I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me leaving.

I made sure to do it at the middle of the night. There would only be one man on patrol duty and that was Javier. Javier had no idea that I was going to escape, just like the rest of them.

That was because I didn’t escape from the front road where the gang usually rode in. No, I escaped via the woods. I ran through the woods until I eventually made it back to the road that lead to Rhodes. It was from there that I managed to hitch a ride from a lovely stranger with the name Hewitt and he drove me back to the farm on his carriage.

When I arrived back to the farm I had no idea what I was going to see. The feelings I felt had never caused me to vomit from shock, pain, anger and grief all at once. The breath in my lungs was no longer there and I struggled to breathe.

What was before me was my house on fire and in front of me, was Dutch, holding a gun to my fathers head.

I had no idea how they managed to become one step ahead. I hadn’t said anything about it and I had never made any plans until tonight to even leave so how the hell did Dutch know that I was going to leave the gang and how the hell did he get here before I did?

Dutch turned to look at me with a smirk on his face. He didn’t say anything, he just looked back at my father who was on his knees and looking at me with an apologetic look on his face.

It was then that Dutch pulled the trigger, killing my father.

I watched as my fathers life flashed before his eyes before his life faded right in front of me and he fell to the floor, a bullet in the middle of his forehead, blood pouring everywhere.

Dutch then turned to me and chuckled. It was a deep chuckle that truly showed how evil he was. He killed my father and my sister was no where to be seen; presumably dead. It was all because of him.

“Miss L/N, did you really think you’d be able to escape from me?” Dutch then walked forward and raised his gun, placing it to my head. “No one escapes from the Van Der Linde gang.”

It was then that he pulled the trigger and all I saw was black.

Hello everyone!

I hope you all enjoy reading this long and extremely unedited imagine which I went way overboard with. But hey, the anon wanted rough, I went there on all levels.

Anyway, thank you for the reads and I will see you next Tuesday maybe.

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1. COLD HARD FACTS

population: 54,8M area: 130,279 km2 / 50,301 sq mi offical language: english currency: pound sterling ( GBP / £ )

2. SOCIOECONOMIC STATUS

This is what everything boils down to. Doesn’t matter what kind of a person you make out of yourself, you are what you were born as. Usually, if a person isn’t hellbent on rising through ranks, they are proud to be what they are. If you come from a slightly poorer family? Oh you won’t hide the accent, you like footie --- the posh kids can have their rugby, Sainsbury’s all good, Poundland too. Rich and happy? Horses, rugby, sailing... that good received pronunciation aka “english accent”. Middle-class will divide between the two extremes, middle-class people also are more concerned about their image than the two other groups. Perhaps it’s the notion that perhaps, just perhaps, if they are lucky they could become something better, nicer. But like I mentioned before, you are what you were born as, the harsh truth remains. Self-made men, nouveau riche... they are try-hards, or they don’t know their place. Depends on whom you ask. The English tend to categorize people and then decide how to treat them. Where is their accent from? Which part of the town/county are they from? What school did they go/do their children go? The more facts you know about a person, the better guess you can make about their family. England is obsessed with its socioeconomic hierarchy.

3. VOCABULARY

Oh the confusion! Tea doesn’t always refer to the drink. Tea can also mean supper, lunch, in some cases even some snack. Pants mean underwear, trousers is a more appropriate word. Chips = french fries; crisps = potato chips. Trainers = sneakers, rubber = eraser. There’s of course more words that are mainly used in Britain but listing them all would be unnecessary.

4. EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM

First of all, to simplify it, there are two types of schools: state-funded & private. State-funded schools are free of charge. Private schools, for day students, cost around 10K per annum, and for boarders 20K. Getting into a private school isn’t just about the money. The schools handpick their students and you may need to “prove your worth” to get in. So having connections helps a lot. The connection doesn’t even need to have anything to do with the school board --- if you know someone with a nice name or even better, someone with a title, and you get them to write a letter on your behalf, your chances of getting accepted are once again higher than some random chap’s. Most famous private school ( more specifically, public school ) is Eton. Alumni include William & Harry. Eton has produced a good number of prime ministers. It’s an all-boys school.

You know... the houses in Hogwarts, it’s not a made up concept. In more traditional schools, in majority of boarding schools, the students belong to houses. The houses are sometimes named after a founder or a person who has supported the school in some manner ( £££ ).

Kids start school around the time they turn five. Some go to nursery before that. Primary school is the years 1-6. Nothing that important happens through years 1-11. At the end of year 11, students take GCSEs. There’s a lot of subjects to choose from, but it really depends on what subjects your school even offers. The GCSE grades are important and cause a lot of stress for students. After GCSEs students start college / sixth form that lasts for two years. At the end of college / sixth form, are the A-levels. A-levels are the hardcore version of GCSEs. Once you finish college / sixth form, you go to uni. There’s more terminology and it’s possible to get very specific but that would be a waste of time.

5. DRINKING

Legal drinking age is 18. You can usually enter most pubs even when you aren’t of age; they are just places to hang out at. Some places are stricter than others. If you’re with an adult, you’ll get in. After 16 it’s legal to have mild alcoholic drinks with dinner if you’re accompanied by an adult. Most parents aren’t that chill though. You can’t buy alcohol from stores after 11pm. Most pubs / clubs have to stop serving around 3-4am. Most places close around that time for that reason.

6. FOOD & DRINKS

Yes, fish and chips is a thing and so is tea, but they aren’t all people eat and drink. Being a tea person is playing into a stereotype, which some people do happily. There are people who have a cuppa every two hours. The palate is pretty bland. Steamed vegetables, fish or meat, and maybe some gravy to go with it. Every day food isn’t special. Beans on toast is an acquired taste.

Beer is pretty popular and main reason for it is pub culture. Beer is cheap and there’s plenty to choose from, and when you spend a lot of time at pubs you kind of learn to appreciate those facts.

Fast food? America has more chains, that’s for sure. You can find the most popular ones in the UK. Chains such as McDonald’s, Subway, Burger King, Taco Bell & KFC. But you won’t find Denny’s, Wendy’s or Applebee’s in the UK. Five Guys is the most popular one according to a survey ( and I am not surprised ;) )

7. TV

What’s on the telly? Most people are familiar with BBC hit shows such as Doctor Who, Sherlock and... I don’t know what’s good, you get my point. That stuff is easy to like, it’s so universal. But then there’s that famous British humour. Monty Python is pretty famous, most people find it funny. But then there are other cult classics like Fawlty Towers and Blackadder. They are old but they are gold ( perhaps not my personal opinion but that’s beside the point ). You can never forget shows like EastEnders and Emmerdale. They just keep producing the shows, it’s crazy. They are the Brits’ The Bold and the Beautiful.

8. LONDON

London is, well, huge. The underground zones go up to 9, though zones 7-9 aren’t that relevant. Most people use this thing called an Oyster card to move around the city, it’s basically just a London version of MetroCard or whatever you have in your city. The city center of London isn’t that big though, you can see the main attractions in a day --- and you can walk! But the minute you venture away from zones 1 and 2, you realize just how big it is. The area of London is roughly two times NYC’s. Locals avoid Oxford Street --- sure it’s cool to have all of the shops in one place but... you can just take the tube to Westfield and enjoy a less hectic atmosphere. East London has a slightly bad reputation while West London is rather posh: nice houses with big gardens, private schools, that sweet life. Each borough has its own stereotype if you want to get even more specific. London is also expensive as heck! Hell, England is expensive. The prices for apartments within zones 1 and 2 start at a million --- and they go up up up. It’s one of the reason why people who work in London might actually commute from a bit further away. There are a lot of smaller towns surrounding London and even though they aren’t part of the City of London, they are said to be part of Greater London. For example towns in northeast of Surrey are a good example for commuter towns. Real estate prices are lower in these towns but I wouldn’t call them cheap.

9. MISCELLANEOUS

People don’t wear shoes inside the house. Nope. Most detached houses have carpeted floors upstairs. Most detached houses have three floors and fucking narrow staircases. English love reading up on royals. HELLO! is a daily magazine that centers around royals. They do articles on fashion, other celebrities and etc. but it’s mainly just about royals. Football is life.

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It’S a new year and many are wondering whether we’ll see new all-time highs. Well, that’s exactly what was covered in a recent update by the folks over at arcane research, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the wealth of information contained therein. In this video, i’m going to take you through the report page by page i’ll, also be tying this into some of my own personal predictions and what it could all mean for your portfolio. Don’T go anywhere before the start of today’s show. There are one or two things that you need to know.

I may be a dude who knows about crypto, but if you’re after financial advice, then the answer is no. This joint is just for entertainment and education. So please do manage those expectations. If you’re new to these shores, my name is guy and crypto, is what i adore. I cover all facets of this new frontier.

So if crypto knowledge is what you’re after you’ll find it right here, i talk about the markets as well as hot coins and tokens. So if you want the last word on all those, this is where it is spoken now before we crack on just so. You know you can skip around using the timestamps below watching all the way through helps the view count increase, so do bear that in mind. Pretty please right. That’S enough food for thought.

Let’S take a look at the arcane report, like i always do with these reports. I want to quickly take a look into the company behind it. It helps to keep things transparent. So arcane is a company. That’S based in oslo, norway.

It also has offices in london and stockholm. Arcane crypto was founded in 2009 as a norwegian, limited company and according to disclosure on its website, quote arcane crypto develops and invests in projects focusing on bitcoin and digital assets. In order to build a bridge between the new digital economy and the traditional economy, the ceo is a chap called torbjorn. Bull jensen probably not pronounced like that. Who seems to have a background in economics and financial services.

Now, funnily enough, in august of 2020, arcane actually became a public company. After a share repurchase agreement. You can actually take a look at all of its financials and growth plans on its website. Now i actually found these quite interesting. They are diversifying into a number of different crypto business lines, which includes the likes of mining, otc trading and crypto investment products.

However, what arcane is probably best known for is its crypto research, perhaps optimized by its weekly crypto updates. These are institutional grade reports that go out each week to all of those who subscribe to the service, including yours. Truly. I really do love these reports because they’re incredibly data rich and they cover trends and topics that you often won’t see on traditional crypto media. It’S free to sign up for the short form summary in the newsletter.

However, we’ve signed up for the paid version, given that this includes the full report. This was a no-brainer for us, given how cheap it was. Plus there was a free trial into the bargain, and you know how much i like those anywho. The most recent crypto report appears to have been made public and i’m glad it was that’s because more users in the space could get a glimpse into arcane’s. Crypto crystal ball and that’s the report that i’ll be going through today.

The first slide that i want to look at over here is this really helpful timeline of what happened in 2021 and it’s broken up into different quarters. Not only that, but each of these quarters have been given specific themes: q1 being the trend of companies investing in bitcoin, microstrategy square tesla, quite a crazy time. Then in q2 we had the china and esg fudd. Narrative bitcoin took a hit not only from the ccp, but also the msm hash power collapsed, but happily is already back above its previous all-time high. Let’S also not forget that this fudd helped to precipitate that epic liquidation-inspired crash that we saw in may q3 was all about nation-state.

Adoption. All eyes were on the g buchelli, as he made el salvador, the first country in the world to adopt bitcoin as a legal tender, something that would have been viewed as impossible just the year before and then of course, q4 was all about that wonderful metaverse. It exploded etfs they launched, but not the ones that we wanted, and global macro jerome slowing down the money printer feel free to go through this page in closer detail. When you have a moment, it’s pretty crazy to see just how much actually happened last year. Moving over to the next slide, it shows the relative performance of bitcoin versus established asset classes like stocks and gold.

Now, both the s, p, 500 and bitcoin were up over the year, although bitcoin performed significantly better. It’S interesting to see that arcane has the view that bitcoin was a risk-on asset in 2021. This is something that i maintained throughout the year. Of course, bitcoin is a lot more volatile, and what this means is that, if it were a risk on asset, it is likely to swing around much more wildly in 2022 than stocks. If the s p 500 were to continue to rally, then bitcoin would outperform.

However, if it were to fall, then we could see bitcoin drop by even more. This is exactly what happened back in the march 2020 crash either way. The folks at arcane predict that bitcoin will outperform the s p 500 this year. Let’S just hope that its outperformance is to the upside. Oh, yes, any gold bugs out there well something that really surprised me was the performance of the yellow metal, it’s in fact down by seven percent over the year.

At a time when we had record inflation. That was almost seven percent and that’s if you even believe the official inflation numbers more about that in the description speaking about bitcoin’s risk-on performance. This chart over here helps to further drive home that message. It maps the performance of bitcoin with that of the vix index. Now, for those who don’t know what the vix is, it’s a measure of the implied volatility on s p, 500 index options, essentially a rough judge of fear in the financial markets anywho.

What this chart shows is that in times when the traditional markets go through, these massive jumps of fear bitcoin sells off, as you can see, prior to covid market fear had almost no impact on bitcoin. The relationship started to get closer as we rolled into the 2020 pandemic and in 2021 it was closely linked. So what this shows is the broader institutionalization of bitcoin that these investors are indeed viewing bitcoin in their risk on bucket. When it comes to arcane’s prediction, though, it expects this relationship to continue in 2022. This is something that i talked about at length in my video about the fed tapering this year.

That’S in the top right now on to the next page, though, and the talk is all about inflation. This trend is incredibly stark. What’S even crazier, though, is how much this inflation has overshot the predictions of expert economists, it’s as if they didn’t think pumping trillions of dollars into a lockdown economy was going to lead to inflation. However, the researchers think that this inflation is likely to continue reaching new highs in 2022, not much faith in our man jay pal. Moving on, though, this next slide here takes a look at the performance of the top three coins by market cap on cmc bitcoin beat the s p 500, but eth tranced, btc’s performance and binance’s bnb coins performance made a mockery of both now one of the main Reasons behind this price rally is no doubt the explosive growth in adoption of the binance smart chain as the native currency that powers this ecosystem demand has been surging.

On top of that, though, binance has also been burning. The outstanding supply of bnb. This is in its quarterly coin, burns, the latest of which took place in october last year. Now, in total, there were 17 coin burns since inception. You can see the total numbers over here, it’s pretty crazy.

Now, of course, you don’t need to be a phd in economics to understand that decreased supply with increased demand means a higher price. Tell that to those economists who undercounted inflation when it comes to arcane’s predictions on this page, it thinks that xrp and cardano will fall out of the top ten, a pretty bold claim, indeed, which i’m not sure is wholly correct. The next slide, though, is pretty damn illuminating. Basically, it shows us just how much alts have outperformed bitcoin. What i do find surprising, though, is the fact that the mid capitals have outperformed the small caps considerably, so this goes against the often prevailing wisdom that you need to go digging on page 4 of cmc to find coins with strong potential.

The report does note, however, that part of the reason for this is the fact that the alternative layer ones to ethereum are what make up much of the mid-cap. These are your avalanches, solana’s, polka, dots etc. A prediction it does make, however, is that the small cap index is likely to outperform the rest next year. Another pretty ballsy call on to the next slide over here, and we have the evolution of the bitcoin fear and greed index. For those who don’t know, this is a general measure of the bitcoin market sentiment at the time.

It’S a combination of volatility, market momentum, social media sentiment, bitcoin dominance and google trends anyways. It works inversely from the vix, the closer it is to 100, the more greed there is in the market, the more fomo, the closer that it is to zero. The more fear there is in the market no surprises that we had the most sustained period of fear. After the shakeout in early may for at least three months, it remained pretty damn low. Now, if you’d use the index as a measure of when to buy the dip, then it could have been a great indicator because bitcoin reached its lowest level when the index dipped close to 10

Then we had that epic rally into august now.

This is something that arcane also predicts going into 2022. The index will present plenty more of these buying opportunities, although i wouldn’t rely solely on it. I have talked about some other sentiment indicators, as well as the fear and greed index in a separate video of mine, which is in the top right now. This next chart over here shows the bitcoin spot volume not too much to read into here. Apart from the fact that the volume was four times higher in 2021 than in the year before on to the next bunch of slides, though – and this is all about alt-season baby – one of the most telling indicators of the alt-season has, of course been the fall in Bitcoin dominance for those who don’t know this is the percentage of the market share that is taken up by bitcoin.

As you can see, we started to see a massive rally in alts relative to bitcoin in the first five months of the year. This was a combination of ethereum, defaumania and meme coin moonboys. However, the dominance seemed to have reached a flaw at 40 percent in june, and traders were constantly switching between narratives. The authors think that this is likely to continue bouncing between narratives, but i personally happen to think that we’ll see the dominance falling this year – and this is because of this next slide over here – it’s the price of eth in terms of bitcoin, the trend is clear: Eth’S market cap has been climbing relative to bitcoins, and hence the price of eth in sats has also been on the rise over the year. The eth btc pair has risen by over 400 percent, and this has been driven by a number of factors.

These include defy demand protocol upgrades eip 1559, for example, and the nft mania that drove network demand to all-time highs. A prediction arcane does make for this year is that this is all likely to continue and eventually flip bitcoin’s market cap. Already eth’s market cap is half that of bitcoins and 2022 is going to be pivotal for ethereum we’re likely to see the proof of stake. Merge by the end of q1, which is a big moment for the transition to eth 2.0, now feel free to watch.

My latest video on eth, in the description for my take on it, but eth did not go unchallenged last year. In fact, it was the year of alternative layer ones, as people got frustrated by those high eth gas fees. They started to move over to alternative smart contract blockchains. The return difference on some of these is incredible. Some of the best performers there are the likes of solana and phantom, which i hold as well as avalanche, used to hold and terra luna, as well as harmony.

The authors predict that this trend is likely to continue well into 2022 as these assets outperform eth. I think that it’s just a reflection of the fact that eth is at such a high base already, but a well-diversified portfolio of layer ones, including eth, is your best bet now. This next page here is something i would prefer to gloss over, but it has to be mentioned. Meme coin mania, first came the doge season and then came the rise of ship. The main drivers here were a combination of elon musk, the amateur retail investor and the power of memes, some truly historic prices and valuations.

Now i don’t want to make predictions around meme coins, because you can never truly know whether retail will fomo into the next dog-themed meme and drive it to meteoric highs. However, the authors of the report claim that they will fade into obscurity and will quote be a historic relic of absurd times now, something that i don’t think will be a relic of absurd times is what’s going on in the nft space. That is what is shown on this next slide here. It’S the nft sales volume on openc from less than 100 million dollars at the beginning of the year to a mind-blowing 3.4 billion dollars in august.

Now, if you guys have been following the content on this channel over the past few weeks, you’ll have seen my continued emphasis on the nft space. I’Ve even picked up a few myself. If you take a look at arcane’s prediction, it thinks that in 2022 we are likely to see traditional gaming companies implement more nfts within their games. This is exactly what i’ve been saying over the past few weeks and why the coin bureau has decided to cover more game fire related content, it’s the new frontier of gaming. Let’S move on, though, to the next slide.

The next section of the report looks into the crypto derivatives market, and it starts with this page over here, which has the open interest of bitcoin. What this shows is that quote: crypto traders have a much heftier risk appetite than the average joe leading to massive volatility. Quite simply, retail traders taking on high leverage to bet on the price of bitcoin. We had a massive increase in the open interest until about april when it started to fall precipitously. That was, of course, due to the cascading liquidations, which we know all too well.

It happened at least three times throughout the year and no doubt contributed to that extreme volatility that we saw in those periods. One of the predictions that arcane makes is that retail traders will continue to trade with high leverage and continue to get wrecked now. I would hope that this doesn’t happen and that they watch my video on the market risks of leverage, that’s in the top right for your viewing pleasure now. This next slide looks at the funding rates on perpetual bitcoin swaps. For those who don’t know, this funding rate is the periodic payments that either long or short traders make in order to take on a perpetual swap.

Essentially, it’s a measure of how strong the sentiment is in the futures market, based on how much more traders are willing to pay for a futures position over a spot. The observations in this chart tie in with the ones on the previous page in that, at the beginning of the year, these rates surged, as traders bought into those long perpetual positions. Of course, it flipped to negative, as fear hit the market in the q2 sell-off. Since then, the funding rate flipped from mildly positive to mildly negative, but the authors do make a prediction that in the new year we are unlikely to see that massive amount of extreme greed that pushed it in q1 of 2021. They don’t think that we’re likely to see these sustained funding levels again this year.

Something else that i found particularly interesting was this slide that compared the three-month futures basis of the cme, with those of the offshore exchanges. Quite simply basis is the difference between the spot and three month, futures price. What we see here is that, just prior to the shakeout in april, the basis on the offshore exchanges soared. In fact, it was over 33 percent higher than that of futures on the cme exchange. So, what’s the significance of this?

Well, it’s mostly institutions that are trading cme futures, while retail money is trading on the offshore exchanges when there’s a large divergence between the basis of these. It’S an indication that retail is getting way too excited with its projections. In this case, the gap almost collapsed in the may liquidations and is now trading much closer together. So the main point to take away from this is mind. The gap anyway.

Arcane thinks that this basis, divergence is likely to be a thing of the past and won’t occur again this year. I think that’s about right. This is mainly because of the fact that institutions are also trading between these exchanges, as they realize that the cme is not the only place they can make these trades. Now. I don’t want to dwell on this slide too much, as i’m sure that it will trigger ptsd in quite a few wrecked traders, but this is the amount of liquidations that took place in 2021, a staggering 84 billion worth of longs and 46 billion dollars worth of Shorts that have been chopped down, r.

P arcane thinks we’re likely to see this continue into 2022, as quote, animal spirits continuously attracts hopeful traders to the casino that is 20 to 100x longs and shorts in bitcoin. Well, i for one hope not and there’s good reason to be optimistic about it. Firstly, i would have hoped that more people watch that video i talked about earlier, but, more importantly, many of these offshore exchanges have now voluntarily decided to reduce the max leverage that traders can take on. These include the likes of binance and ftx. This next slide over here takes a look at the growth of open interest on the cme institutional adoption of bitcoin and ethereum futures has been on the rise.

Part of this is no doubt thanks to the launch of those bitcoin futures etfs in q3 of this year. Now, as i stated in my video about my predictions for 2022, i think that an ethereum futures etf is also likely to drop soon. This could mean further institutional demand for those cme ethereum futures. It’S not just futures instruments that have seen wide scale adoption, though it’s also growth in the options market. What’S interesting, though, is how much of this open interest has been traded on derivate and offshore exchange.

It ended the year with close to 93 percent of the market. Share this, despite the fact that these options are traded on a number of different platforms, including even the cme. The report’s authors, however, do predict that this year, deribit is likely to face competition from other trad phi companies. I happen to agree as it appears that a number of wall street banks are looking to launch bitcoin options desks now. Speaking of institutional adoption, that’s the topic of our next section.

As i mentioned earlier in the video, there were a lot of companies that bought bitcoin throughout 2022 tesla square, metoo, etc, but there was one company that did the bulk of that buying, and that was of course, microstrategy. In fact, michael saylor was one of the first ceos of a publicly traded company to pursue this strategy. He started the trend all the way back in august of 2020, when microstrategy bought 250 million dollars a bitcoin. When the price was around 9k, it has been buying the living out of bitcoin all through 2021, with the last purchase being on the 30th of december. It now holds a total of 124 391 bitcoin that have been purchased at an average price of about 30 159.

The result of all this is that microstrategy is an outlier when it comes to corporations with bitcoin on their balance sheets, something. The report notes here is the fact that esg investing concerns are likely a barrier to further institutions, picking up bitcoin. It was one of the reasons: tesla dropped payments, for example. Now. This is something that i talked about in my video on esg, investing which i’ll leave in the description either way.

It’S of the view that microstrategy is likely to continue being a dominant buyer in the corporate space this year, irrespective of whether companies are adding bitcoin to their balance sheets. The amount of corporate activity in the crypto space has been off the chain. In 2021, there were 172 crypto related m, a deals. This was three times higher than the previous record that was set in 2018.

It’S not just that, but also the amount of crypto unicorns i.

startups with valuations over a billion dollars now stands at over 64.. What’S even crazier is that some of these companies are still so young, for example, in ftx’s latest funding round it was valued at over 32 billion dollars. This is a company that was founded fewer than four years ago. Bear in mind that this is almost half the market cap of ice, intercontinental exchange, the owner of the new york stock exchange and a few others, a company that is over 22 years old mental.

Now, speaking of stock exchanges, there was also a flurry of public listings for crypto companies. Everything from arcane, the authors of this report to coin shares mining companies and the biggest of them all coinbase. They also give you an idea of some of the biggest listings that we could expect this year. Some of the best known on that list are perhaps circle. Financial and bullish global expect to see many more of these crypto companies going public.

One that, i think is missing here is the potential for a binance u.s ipo, for example. This is something cz has mentioned before. The next two pages here are on collective investment vehicles. This shows the massive decline that we’ve seen in the grayscale premium.

In fact, this has gone from a premium to a discount. This is mostly because of the proliferation of other etf instruments, which have severely dampened the desire for grayscale shares. This discount is one of the reasons that grayscale has filed an application for an etf. This will allow it to compete with an instrument, that’s easy to redeem and hence track the price of bitcoin that much more closely whether the sec will approve this spot. Etf application is a whole other subject more about that in the description and speaking of etfs.

This next slide shows the immense growth that we saw in 2021. The canadian etf instruments were initially leading the way, but the launch of us-based instrumentals is likely to take over in 2022. I think that this is likely to happen before q2 of this year, especially if we are to get a spot-based instrument approved by the sec. Arcane happens. To think that we could see over 1 million btc being held by these funds before the end of the year.

On to the final section, though – and this is on blockchain activity – the first chart here is something that we knew all too well. The infamous china bans crypto fud, except this time it was not fud. It was very real, as we saw the ccp outlaw crypto mining. This led to an almost calamitous fall in bitcoin hash rate. However, for every chinese miner that shut down shop, there was another miner elsewhere.

Opening up one of the biggest recipients of this was, of course, the usa and particularly states like texas. You can see the move of this hash power away from china over the year with this chart over here from 53 percent of the hash rate in china at the beginning of the year to zero. At the end, the us now commands over 35 percent of the hash rate, pretty crazy when you think about it. What’S even crazier than that is the fact that this hash rate is now back above where it was before the crackdown talk about a robust network. The authors think that this is likely to continue climbing this year, as well as diversifying globally all places apart from china.

Ain’T that a shame now this page here is also pretty eliminating. It further helps to debunk that tired narrative out there that bitcoin is bad for the environment. In fact, a large proportion of bitcoin hash rate comes from energy sources that are generated cleanly. If we were to compare this to the energy sources of countries around the world, it’s more sustainable than all of them. One could even make the case that bitcoin miners could help to bring about further green energy supply sources.

That’S the topic of another video, though, which i’ve left in the description now this chart over here shows the average transaction fees on the bitcoin and ethereum networks. Ever since july, the fees on eth have skyrocketed compared with those of bitcoin. The main reason for this is, of course, on-chain demand, demand from d5 protocols and, of course, nfts. Well, there are changes coming which could make the blockchain more scalable. It has meant that there is a dire need for layer, 2 scaling solutions and even alternative layer ones.

This is something that could be seen in this chart over here. The tvl in other protocols has been steadily creeping up in 2021.

We went from almost 100 of the tvl in ethereum at the beginning of the year to almost 60 by the end of the year. Some of the biggest recipients here are, of course, the likes of solana and binance, but don’t discount the potential of layer twos to also grab a massive chunk of that tvl polygon is on the rise and given some of the latest developments here, its tvl is poised To challenge some of the layer ones now you can find out a lot more about polygon from my recent video on it now. Another really dominant trend that we saw in 2021 was, of course, the growth of stable coins, a 500 rise over the year, driven by defy and transactional demand.

What’S interesting, though, is the predictions the reports authors expect this to continue rallying as well as usdc to overtake tether. If you watched my video on my 2022 predictions, i also happen to think that this will become a reality. It’S merely the fact that the collateral backing usdc is a lot more reputable than that of usdt. Of course, i think that the real story next year will be how much decentralized stable coins reshape the landscape. We’Ve already seen stable coins such as terra’s ust, overtake dye in recent months.

I wouldn’t think it’s inconceivable that it lands up in the top 10 of cmc rankings by the end of the year. Wouldn’T that be something that’s it for the report. Folks, i really did enjoy going over it, and there is a lot more that i could have covered but left out for the sake of time now i’ve linked to it below, and i do encourage you to give it a read when you have some time to Spare, if there’s one thing, that’s for sure it’s that this year is going to be a pretty crazy one. Of course it’s not going to be smooth sailing and there will be challenges. But if there’s one thing that last year taught us it’s this now, i want to hear your feedback, though, what do you think of some of these predictions?

Do you have some predictions for me? I’D love to know in the comments down below now come closer, as i have a little secret to tell you what you’re, seeing here on youtube is but a fraction of what i share on other social channels. These include my telegram insider channel for daily market analysis and thoughts, my twitter for announcements and the occasional post, instagram and tick tock for behind the scenes, views and memes and lastly, but definitely not leastly my weekly newsletter. It’S here that i share my crypto tips as well as a breakdown of my personal portfolio. It comes only once weekly, as well as with a spam free guarantee.

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You're in a big city, bustling away in cabs, subways, juggling between morning coffees and missed brunches, calling out your apologies to people you haven’t met in ages or you could be in a small town, tending away your yard, cleaning the porch, picking up kids from school, basically, being anywhere, being in existence, happy, though, wherever you belong, living your daily routine, day after day, night after night.

And one day, you’re browsing the internet and you’re reading a few posts about letting off some steam and amongst the bunch of ideas that surf up the google search, someone comes along to pop up the question, when was the last time you were on a mission “break?"

And now you start thinking.

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Imagine resting your head in a place like this for a while? Imagine pausing the "routine" to take a breather in the patio, grilling away your hamburgers with your family or friends, taking that long evening walk afterwards, calling it an early night with a few laughs from watching your favourite sitcom, tucking in finally, lights out and to wake up early over the east coast to prepare for a morning of a newfound trail exploration, coming back in the noontime to have a heart lunch at a Bar and Grill and signing-off with some lazy golfing.

Why don’t you scroll up and read that part again for what you’re going to read next, may sound too good to be true.

Imagine, all of this, everything that you read above, everything that you’d seen above, every sentence, every emotion, every feeling and every picture, to be a reality. Am I kidding?

Welcome to Mission, Texas. A place where the picture painted from the words you just read is, in fact, an epitome of truth. In this tucked away town near the east coast, you find this pearl in the ocean, in Hillcrest, at your service, by a superhost (really a superhost!) to make you feel at ease, a place that definitely will prove to be a necessary change of scenery from your life of routine. You can visit here for a weekend with your friends, relax away your pining week or treat your family with a week full of bonding time and activities or hey! Stay in for a month! Connecting remotely with the world, with a fresh view, giving your work life a fresher perspective. You’re more than welcome to avail the beautiful services, enjoy the comfort and explore the beautiful town of Mission, Texas.

Mission is one of the fastest growing city in the country and thanks to worldwide web, you can see that for yourself. The accessibility to various amenities is only a few minutes away and our place, in Mission, is located very near to all the utilities one might need for the comfort living.

I know, it is so easy to read all of this from where you are, it is so easy to close the tabs, book an Uber and move to your next meeting place, continue the reading the article and forget about our well imagined place.

Allow me to bring you back to our fantasy-land.

It is just as simple in Mission. We just read a lot about change in landscapes, laughing away weekends with friends and probably dreaming about that candle light dinner in the beautiful patio with your spouse while the kids are tucked away, working remotely through a month in a new place (which, sir, happens a lot here) and what good will that be if the world was disconnected?

We got you there, didn’t we? No worries! We have you covered, already.

The location of our BnB is absolutely convenient for easy access to transportation services which is going to be a smooth experience, thanks to the fast internet connectivity with our Wi-Fi. The suite is complete with a sweet bonus of Netflix and Amazon Prime. We sure know that at times, you may be away and the familiar feeling of the “chill” can come with some subscription TV.

Let’s talk about some sweet sins, our indulgences, about a camaraderie of cuisines, the suite is equipped with complete kitchen appliances and accessories, a full set of refrigerator, a freezer, electric burners, fryers, oven, dishes, linens and more. We are insane aren’t we? However, let me share about the time when we were setting the place up with my family and we really had a hard time with take-outs or dine-ins. The point is, if we have a completely serviced room with amenities, why not gear it up with some homely armament and by that we mean with some familial dining experience. It really is up to you to choose from all the options, we just ensure you don’t run out on those any time soon.

Boy, oh boy. That is a lot about our sweet suite, isn’t it? What do we do in Mission, now that we are here? Our family is looking for some peaceful, carefully paced track of fun. The friends would love to go a little crazy and if you’re on business, we are sure you’d love to be minding the business.

The city has a lot to offer. With the Birding center to South Texas Equestrian center and the butterfly park in vicinity, the younger ones would be enchanted by being closer to the zoological nature. Mission has its own bike and hike trail to explore that suits and is loved by both family and friends alike and my dear amigos, one of the most beautiful aspect of being in Mission is its access to another cultural paradigm, with our neighbours in the south right across the International Reynosa bridge, you can taste and experience Mexico’s best in a matter of minutes!

Here’s the deal. You did not just read about what a place, a building in that place and the people around have to offer. No. You just had an elaborate discussion with us about a highly desired, make-believe place that turned into a reality right before your eyes in a matter of minutes and in the next few moments, you will have the urge to come around to see this imagination-place for real. You want to? Right? Okay look, here’s a sneak-peek, just for you, click here and you’ll see the beauty in the truth of the words come to life.

Now, if you’re reading this, I’m about to share a very personal story. It’s a fun one, yes, but it’s personal. If you want to check out the beautiful Hillcrest suite in Mission, Texas, please go ahead, and I can share my story with in person. If you’re going to be waiting with me for a while, I’ll just take a few more moments before I see you in Hillcrest.

You see, I am not the host. That’s Ramon. Great chap, superhost, you will see that when you speak to him, he is prompt, kind, has worked really hard to put together one of most comfortable BnB’s you’ll ever come across. Those pictures you saw above? Yeah, that’s Ramon’s craft and I have heard he’s got more such gems of sweet spaces hidden away in different parts of the country. We’ll get to that soon.

I’m not speaking on behalf of Mission either, I’m not the sheriff. The town’s credibility speaks for itself. One of the safest border cities, that it is, I have even heard people enquire if we have a store around, so, hush, keep it a secret for as long as you can because I would be spilling some loud beans about it, we have a Walmart right across from where I am right now, Dan just got off his duty, he’s the cashier, quite sharp with the numbers, hands out the exact change before it flashes up on the counter.

You see, I understand all of your concerns and wishes equally. You saw this city on the map and wondered if you’re going to have fun or going to have to make an about turn back to the “routine” so you asked around, found out whatever you could from the people who may have been around town or everything that may be heard from their peers.

Me, I have heard straight from the guests. How much they loved to be in this part of the country. Something they never thought America had hidden in its bosom. Yes, there’s the Big Apple and the Hollywood and the Sin City and they have their own charm but Mission, Mission has its own aura right here.

We have had friends spending weekends and towards the end, I see them walking away, happier than before. We have had families spending their days of joys right here and towards the end, I see them walking away, closer than before. I have had jacks of the trade, the business maestros spending months at a time, planning and crafting and creating the prospect of the future, right here, sometimes in the patio, sometimes at three in the morning, waking up with a Eureka moment, they leave too and I see them walk away, hopeful than before.

I am this suite of the Hillcrest in Mission, Texas and I have seen days become brighter than sun, shining out on people’s faces making way for others to follow and witness that much needed change, the much desired wishful thought come to life and be blessed because with every person that I had to see leave, I was eager for the next visitor to come by and feel the awe for you see, they too had a make-believe place that they once believed was too good to be true and I have seen their eyes switch beliefs as they walked past my doors into my abode, every-single-time.

And today, it is your turn.

We welcome you to Mission.

The hidden beauty, in your wait.

Reserve your days here.

For any information, please feel free to connect with our Superhost. He will be more than happy to help.

Thank you for your time.

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wheezyboykaspbrak · 7 years ago

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hmm some college reddie hcs

tw for drugs i Guess. it’s a little long so i smacked it under a readmore. for @biggestboys

- by some sort of sweet surprise eddie and richie land themselves in the same college, but situated in different dorms

- they still talk frequently, and for their first semester they even ended up having some of the same classes together!! like kinesiology (which is like simple adult physical education, and a lot of jogging, which eddie actually ends up loving!! richie though- richie hates it, smoker lungs and all that) and an environmental biology class & lab (richie is better there, but when they pair up during a lab richie never stops pretending to smoke plant specimens or ‘accidentally’ letting the live animals loose. it drives eddie crazy)

- they are both solid b, 3.3 gpa students, but the thing is eddie has to actually try- richie just parties, eddie knows what the smell of alcohol is when it’s on someone’s breath in the morning, and it makes eddie a little bit more than pissed (not only because he was jealous, but because if richie was able to study he bet that richie would do so much better!!)

- eddie tries to drag richie to the library with him some nights, but whenever richie is there he just dicks around with pencils, shoving them in his ears and nose, and then making eddie squeal and gag when he gets one of the Tainted pencils anywhere Near eddies mouth

- richie doesn’t know why eddie is so freaked out though, because richie likes to watch eddie study when his mind can’t focus on anything else, and that boy chews the tips of his pens like there is no tomorrow- why isn’t he squealing about that when he has dropped his pens countless numbers of times on the floor?

- richie doesn’t bring it up (but sometimes he will shake his head in a disapproving way only to get a confused glance from a still chewing eddie- which makes richie’s face brighten almost instantly, before he laughs and just looks back at the textbook he is obviously not reading)

- ANYWAY they are in the library one night before richie manages to glance at eddies watch- he forgot there was a party tonight! he’s quick to get his feet off the table (kicking off a few of eddies chewed pens in the process), ruffling his own hair and rubbing his own face to make sure he was awake

- of course eddie sees all this Movement in the corner of his eye (more than just richies jitters) and he gives richie the dirtiest look, the tongue that was stuck out in between his lips (to Focus) sucked back into his mouth as his lips pursed

- richie exclaims that he forgot!! there’s a party!!! and then his face lights up and he grabs the sleeve of eddies (hideous) sweater, tugging on it slightly as he mentions not so subtly that eddie should haul his ass to this party too

- eddie is a babbling mess about why he can’t, and shouldn’t, but richie just shoo’s his thoughts away and gives two big thumbs up towards his own self 'listen eddie, buddy, bub, palarino, we both know you’ve been studying enough to replace the library of alexandria with all that knowledge from your noggin! let’s get loose, we can drop by your dorm to drop off your stuff and then we can jettison- sound good? ill be your escort, i know my way around these things!!’

- eddie just cringes into himself, before reluctantly shoving his books into his bag and following a giddy richie back to eddies own dorm

- they then get to the party- it’s not as bustling as eddie thought it would be, but it’s still a little loud, and he looks to richie the whole time when they enter, worrying at his bottom lip and staying shrunk behind him, ringing the ends of his own sweater

- richie glances back at him a few times and God does the kid look anxious, but he doesn’t want him to be!! he knows eddie doesn’t like looking any smaller than he actually is, and he knows him slouched down like this isn’t the way he wants to present himself

- so

- he grabs eddies shoulder and yanks him to his side, pulling him up as he stood up straight and tall (or as tall as a 5'5’’ man could be), pulling him to a group of people richie knew to be really nice! who were a part of some economic majors club, and were really good at making eddie feel a bit more comfortable (or at least made him stop pulling at his own lip in a way that made richies heart melt and break simultaneously-

- whoops)

- eddie keeps talking to them for around 1-2 hours, with richie drifting around but always coming back to eddie, keeping a close eye on him, injecting himself into the conversation whenever eddie started to look a little bit too uncomfortable for his liking, just small things to keep the party going for both of them!!

- then one of the economic majors, after an education major approached them, whispered something into richie ear and richie kept taking glances at eddie with a small and hesitant smile

- he has since then taken his hand off eddie, as eddie was yell-talking to one of the econ students about the way one of the buildings always smells like cabbage, but he’s quick to grab him again and lean down to whisper in his ear

- 'hey eddie, i don’t want to leave you alone here, so here’s a proposition- let’s go get baked like a fucking cake together. isn’t tonight a good time for firsts? first party, first time lighting up with your good pal richie! what do you say, chap? it’s coming from an education major, and they never have any of the bad stuff!! believe me, i’ve been to a few of these rodeos myself, ed majors don’t fuck around, now those college of business majors, never trust those fucks, capitalism runs through their v-’

- eddie cuts richie with a pinch at his arm to get him to stop talking and instead pay attention to eddie, as he rolled his eyes. he talks about how he doesn’t want to be left alone either, but he says he doesn’t want to smoke either- 'listen just because you’re failing kine because of your- ah hem- chosen commitments doesn’t mean i want to. I’ll just be there, i guess.’

- and while richie is a little bummed he just shrugs and grabs eddie again (after he said goodbye with his riveting cabbage conversation partner) as they started heading out with a few of the other party goers.

- they find themselves in a place with a bunch of big rocks and a small stream (a place that both makes eddie and richie itchy and uncomfortable but also nostalgic. they don’t mention it)

- they sit down by the stream, legs crossed with eddie having his pulled to his chest, covered by a flannel that one of the econ majors let him borrow once they noticed him shivering (eddie is just small and cute and a disaster- like?? everyone just wants to make sure he’s ok)

- they pass around a blunt and when the second one is rolled richie looks to eddie and places a hand on his flannel covered knee, rubbing his thumb over the divots in the joints- it makes eddie jerk his leg a bit, but only because it sent a shiver down his back that had nothing to do with the cold y'all

- richie wants to make sure eddie doesn’t want to smoke before they begin lighting this one up, and eddie shocks him- just a little bit

- he says sure, why not, he actually will try it- all while he jokes about peer pressure, which gets a good laugh out of everyone, before they begin lighting and passing

- richie looks more nervous for eddie than eddie does, but once the blunt gets to him he takes it, gives an inhale, and keeps it held in before doing a small cough and an exhale- he basically just used it like an inhaler, and like a fucking champ for it being the first time he’s probably ever smoked anything

- richie has something akin to heart eyes, and he’s quick to take the blunt from eddie and rub his back, continuing the rotation until it’s burning at the tips of their fingers

- eddie doesn’t know why it has suddenly dawned on him that he has just shared germs with every stranger- and god, richie- in this circle, but he’s quick to mention it and mock gag, before laughing, and it’s light and airy and richie laughs with him, talking about how now he just indirectly managed to come in contact with everything his own trashmouth had ever graced with its presence- and this time eddie actually gags (or does a really, really convincing fake one this time), the other students, who were talking among themselves, get another good laugh out of it

- eddie just feels good, he starts to feel warm surprisingly, and so he gives back the flannel

- richie decided that it’s time for them to go back, it’s best for the both of them to get some sleep, and gathers a bit of a ditzy eddie up and onto his own two feet

- when they begin walking back to eddies dorm first, eddie suddenly gets very panicked, he realizes he’s beginning to forget where they are and he’s sweaty and he’s just so, so tired-

- but richie just knows that he smoked too much, for him being so small, so he just makes sure eddie knows everything is okay and they get back to eddies dorm safely with richie joking and clowning around, eddie calming back down once he was settled back into his own bottom bunk with a comic book in his hands

- he ends up zoning out on the pictures, the simple words, before richie is tapping his arm and doing a mindful whisper- dormmates and all

- 'thanks for coming out with me tonight kaspbrak, you did great. i had a fucking blast, and it was almost as good as the time i last went to a party with your mother- a bit more of a sophisticated shindig with her, but you know how that goes. sonia is a classy woman, afterall.’ and

- of course

- eddie doesn’t catch much of it, but he smiles regardless and rolls his eyes, lightly smacking him with the comic book before grabbing richies hand and pulling it, guiding richie down to get to his level, and giving him a big hug and WOW- eddie is so, so warm right now, and eddie mumbles something but it sounds incoherent against richies shoulder so richie just laughs and lets him slink back down into his bed

- he gives him a goodnight forehead kiss after eddie closes his eyes, and eddie is quick to place a hand over his forehead and rub, all the while grinning before passing out, richie leaving and stumbling to his own dorm with his heart beating fast and a big grin that just seemed to stay the whole, rest of the night

soft boys. here is a playlist tht i made for these year of 95′ college boys tht is from rich2eds

ask me 2 write more hcs yall

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #my hcs

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jarienn972 · 8 years ago

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Only a Little Superstitious - Chapter Three

Had some quiet time tonight to get this latest chapter posted. This entire chapter is a flashback which reveals how Emma and Killian ended up dumped into the wilderness, but only a few hints are given as to who they’re up against. It starts out with a little bit of fluff, but yes, @killian-whump, there’s definitely plenty of whump in this installment too.

Read from the beginning on AO3, FF.net or Tumblr: Chap One Chap Two

Earlier that morning

Not surprisingly, Killian was up before her. He was always up with the sun – sometimes before – even on days when she'd much rather he slept in but she wasn't even certain if he was capable of it. Stretching as she finally forced herself to sit up, she raked her fingers through her mop of unruly blonde locks and tugged at the hem of her pajama top that had gotten twisted during the night. She could hear her husband in the bathroom connected to their master bedroom humming some little ditty that wasn't familiar to her ears. She tried not to look at the numbers on her alarm clock until her feet hit the floor, but once she did, her brain was instantly questioning the time displayed because it didn't seem like it could be correct.

"Killian?" she called to him. "What time is it?" She hoped he'd know the correct time so she didn't have to get up and go look at her phone right away.

"Not sure, Love," he replied back. Big help he was…

"Crap…," she muttered as she practically dragged herself from the bed to her dresser across the room where she'd left her phone plugged in to the wall charger. "8:15?!" she exclaimed, suddenly fully awake. "Damnit Killian! Why didn't you wake me sooner?" Barreling her way into the bathroom, she practically shoved him out of the way as she headed straight for the shower that he'd apparently just vacated since his exposed skin was still covered in shiny droplets and his damp hair was still partially matted to his scalp.

"Sorry. I must have lost track of time myself," he apologized, although the grin on his face wasn't entirely convincing. He stood at the sink with his straight razor in his hand and a royal blue towel wrapped loosely about his waist – a towel she would have been tempted to yank off of him if they weren't already running late. "Do you have an important meeting or something this morning?" He caught himself casting a glance over at her as she shed her pajamas and stepped under the spray of steaming hot water thankful that he hadn't yet begun trimming the ragged scruff along his jawline just yet.

"We're supposed to be meeting my parents for breakfast in fifteen minutes!" she responded in a huff. Obviously, he'd forgotten…

"Apologies, my love. I thought that was tomorrow." He was sincere this time as he returned to the task of trimming his whiskers while his wife hurriedly showered, bitter with himself that he'd forgotten which day they'd planned this meeting with her parents. His memory was normally far better than this. Perhaps he'd taken one too many patrol shifts this week?

"Forget about it. We can still make it. We'll just have to get dressed quickly," she replied as though she'd read his thoughts. She turned off the water and reached for her matching towel, drying herself off briefly before wrapping it around her torso - before she drew back the curtain to minimize her husband's temptation. Ducking past him yet again, she pulled the first things she could grab from her dresser drawers – jeans, a hip length pale peach blouse, white tank top and bright red socks – not that anyone was going to see those tucked inside her boots. Moments later, she returned to the bathroom fully clothed and found herself reaching around her husband's body to get her toothbrush out of their medicine cabinet. As much as she loved their master bath's vintage white porcelain pedestal sink, at times like this, she really wished they had a larger vanity – maybe with his and hers sinks? "You know, this would be a lot easier if my husband would move his ass out of the way…"

"Am I to infer from that statement that there is something wrong with my arse here?" he taunted, intentionally bumping into her hip as he returned his straight razor to the cabinet. "I seem to recall that last night you…"

"Go get dressed!" she blurted out, immediately cutting off his statement, her cheeks reddening at the memory of their antics from the previous night. "I swear I married a walking distraction…," she laughed as he pressed a kiss into her flushed cheek, responding only with a devilish grin. She shook her head in frustration, turning on the cold water to dampen her toothbrush as she let her gaze drift back to the bed to catch the full view of her husband's afore mentioned backside as he dropped his towel while opening his dresser drawer. "Yep – walking distraction…," she sighed in defeat, trying to think of anything possible that wouldn't make them very, very late for breakfast.

Thankfully, they'd made it to Granny's only a couple of minutes tardy so they were able to avoid any potentially awkward questions – not that any of them would have truly embarrassed Killian. He would have been all too happy to drop innuendo after innuendo just for the pleasure of watching the varying expressions on David's face. This morning though, their conversation had remained decidedly tame even with Henry at school and Neal spending the morning with Ashley and it was nice to just have a pleasant, uninterrupted visit.

Which of course meant that things were going a little too perfectly…

It started with Emma's phone ringing then Killian's seconds later, but neither had a chance to answer before Granny's front door flew open and Leroy suddenly stood before them shouting:

"There's some crazy purple haired lady out here trying to open a portal in the middle of Main Street!"

"What?" Emma asked, ignoring her phone with the assumption that it was likely someone else calling to deliver the same message. "What's going on?"

"That's what I'd like to know, Sister, but you're the Sheriff. I'll let you find that out," the dwarf spat out, not really giving her any more information to go on. Killian in the meantime had answered the call he'd received, clearly getting a similar message.

"Emma – that was Regina. She just said the same thing – a woman is heading this way, assaulting anyone and anything that's in her way. I told her we were here at Granny's so we'd try to intercept this woman."

"Purple haired woman?" Emma questioned as she clambered out of their booth and pushed her way past Leroy to the courtyard, not yet seeing the woman spoken of, but seeing flashes of bright light – probably magic. "Who is she? Anyone you know?"

"Never saw her before," Leroy replied, stepping away from the doorway before the crazy lady came into view.

"I've never seen her either," Emma heard Regina say as a cloud of crimson smoke cleared and the Queen came into view. "But she's throwing around magic fireballs like a pro."

"Why does this small town always seem to have so many people we don't know?" Emma muttered under her breath as Killian joined her in the courtyard. "Well, let's go see what she's up to…"

Emma strode confidently into the street with her family right at her heels as they caught the first glimpse of this unknown sorceress or witch - whoever or whatever she was. She didn't really look all that intimidating – small, painfully gaunt with skin that was almost corpse-like – its coloring more grey than Emma had ever seen on a living being. Her hair was an unusual shade of purple – somewhere between lavender and periwinkle perhaps – and it was pulled into a severe bun atop her head. Her black dress and dark violet cape hung shapelessly from her thin frame, but despite her frail appearance, she exuded a disturbing level of smugness and determination. Who the hell was this?

The woman barely slowed her pace even after spotting Emma and her family blocking her path.

"You want to tell me who you are and why you're tearing up our town?" Emma shouted to their unwelcome visitor.

"Out of my way, Sheriff," the woman hissed back, clearly aware of Emma's identity even if they didn't know who she was. "I've waited years to be able to open this portal and you're not going to stop me!"

"No one is opening any portals in the middle of my town without clearing it with me first," Regina spoke up.

"I don't need your permission either, Mayor Mills," the woman replied with a fair amount of disdain, clearly not intimidated by either of Storybrooke's leaders as she conjured a fireball that missed Regina's designer stilettos by inches.

"Okay, this means war…" Regina glared, conjuring up a fireball of her own, ready to launch it from her palm but the visitor was unfazed, continuing toward the center of town clutching what the queen now recognized as a golden scepter in her left hand. She couldn't make out the detail but it appeared to be about eighteen inches long with an round, unfaceted garnet or ruby crowning it. "Well, well… What do you have there?"

Regina flung her fireball toward the woman, only to see it deflected by the sword brandished by a burly man who suddenly stepped between them and the sorceress. Now, who was this? The woman showed no reaction to the man's precipitous appearance almost as if she'd just summoned him same as she'd conjured the fireball. He was a complete contrast to her – tall, stocky and muscular – his moves coordinated and precise unlike her reckless abandon.

"Emma – we'll keep him busy," David offered as his daughter waved her hand and instantly, her father's sword materialized in his hands. Snow's bow and arrow quiver and then Killian's cutlass appeared out of thin air as well. "You and Regina can tackle the one with the fireballs." The prince and the pirate each took a flank – David to the right and Killian to the left to draw the sorceress' apparent henchman away from her while Snow positioned an arrow on her bow to provide cover fire for her husband and son in law. Emma and Regina took similar positions on either side of the witch, blocking her from venturing any further down the street. Even Granny herself had prepared for battle – standing in the diner's doorway with crossbow at the ready if anyone crossed into her sights.

"Okay, buddy," the Prince growled at their strapping opponent. "This is as far as you're getting." The stranger only grinned in response as David aimed the point of his sword at him, raising his own blade in preparation for battle.

The henchman then swung his blade wildly, cutting a wide swath through the air before it collided with the forged steel of David's weapon. This wasn't going to be an easy fight, David thought as the force of the impact caused him to lose his footing, tumbling to the street. His opponent may lack finesse, but he was incredibly strong. Killian immediately thrust his cutlass into the fray before their mystery sparring partner was able to bring his sword down into the prince's back. The pirate managed to hold his ground despite the stranger's physical strength, deflecting the enemy sword long enough for his father in law to roll out of harm's way and regain his battle posture. Spinning around, Killian launched his own offensive attack, cutlass meeting sword once again as he felt and heard the whoosh of an arrow passing his ear.

Snow's first shot unfortunately missed its target as the stranger quickly overpowered Killian, shoving the pirate to the side with his own forward advance. Her second arrow struck its mark though as it grazed the unknown man's hand, inflicting enough damage that he lost his grip on his sword. David scrambled to retrieve it as the weapon flattered to the asphalt, their opponent now howling in pain and frustration. The loss of his sword only seemed to further enrage the brawny man and he surprised the prince by charging unarmed toward him until Killian lunged into his path, halting the stranger mid-stride as the curved, razor sharp edge of the pirate's cutlass was pressed into the flesh of an exposed neck.

"I suggest you stop right there, mate," Killian hissed, eyes locked onto his opponent until a deadly reminder that there was another battle waging across the street had him hopping out of the path of an errant fireball as it left behind a huge crack in the pavement inches from where he'd been standing. Nearly being scorched forced him to divert his focus away from the stranger for a fraction of a second - but it was in that brief moment that his seemingly unarmed opponent found a window of opportunity.

David watched the man reach around his back in that split second that the pirate's eyes were averted but everything happened so fast that he barely had time to shout a warning to his son in law that something shiny and likely dangerous was glistening in the stranger's hand.

"Hook! Look out!" David cried out at the top of his lungs but it was already too late. As the prince looked on in dismay, their unwelcome visitor drew a dagger from his belt and drove it to the hilt into the soft flesh beneath Killian's rib cage. Instinctively, the pirate's hand came up to cover the wound, cutlass dropping from his grip. He stumbled backward a step when the narrow blade was yanked from his body, already feeling the sticky blood flowing over his fingers, but the pain hadn't yet registered – his mind stuck in shock, still processing his momentary loss of concentration.

Her father's exclamation had also drawn Emma's attention as she dodged a fireball, diving out of the way as she caught sight of her husband staggering backward clutching his midsection.

"Killian!" she shouted, no longer caring what the lilac headed woman might be doing. Regina could deal with the sorceress as Emma now had more important concerns – and to her horror, things were about to get far worse…

Because only a few feet behind her injured husband, an approximately eight to ten foot wide swirling portal to god knows where suddenly appeared, covering a broad section of Main Street and portions of the sidewalk where Killian stood teetering dangerously close to its edge.

"Killian! Don't move!" she shouted, springing to her feet and sprinting across the street as fast as her legs would allow. David's first instinct was to drag his wounded son in law away from that portal but instead found himself tasked with keeping the henchman at bay, sword at the ready once again as he heard the ear-piercing screech of the purple haired witch.

"It worked!" the sorceress exclaimed gleefully. "My portal worked!"

"Yeah, well you're not going anywhere, sister," Regina spat, hurling a final fireball that knocked the distracted witch off her feet. Regina then quickly immobilized her adversary with a wave of her hand – long enough for her to conjure the anti-magic cuff and slap it onto the woman's bony wrist. "There – that should hold you while I try to clean up the mess you and your friend have made…" She yanked the golden scepter from the witch's hand before the freezing spell wore off and extended it out in front of her, hoping she could somehow close the growing enchanted gateway, but she'd no idea how to make it work.

Disoriented by his injury, Killian had no awareness that he was standing at the precipice of an expanding portal, struggling simply to maintain his balance. He'd heard his wife's voice shouting his name, but everything was garbled by the time it reached his ears. She was running toward him, presumably to render aid for his wound so he made a weak effort to extend his hooked arm toward her, but as her fingertips brushed the steel, the vortex reached the heel of his boot. With nothing solid beneath his feet, he fell backward and vanished into the abyss. Emma didn't even hesitate as she jumped into the portal after her husband. She might not have any idea where this thing was intended to take them, but she wasn't about to allow Killian to face that unknown alone and wounded.

"Emma!" Snow shrieked, her voice cracking as both her son in law and daughter disappeared through the portal.

"No! No! No!" the sorceress screamed angrily as she watched the sheriff and pirate disappear through the supernatural gateway she'd opened. "That's mine!" Still partially frozen by Regina's spell, she glared at her henchman. "Go after them, you idiot!" she ordered. The stranger gave a glance toward David who stood sword in hand before him, then down at the dagger clutched in his hand. He gave a long, curious look at the blood-stained dagger before tossing it away, muscling his way past the prince to dive head first into the vortex as it began to close.

And then with a clap of thunder, it was gone.

Everyone stood in disbelief for a short time as Main Street was returned to its prior state, save for a few scorch marks and the newly formed crack next to Killian's fallen cutlass. David lingered in silence, admonishing himself for not doing more to prevent this. His daughter, whom he'd fought so long and hard to reunite with and her husband, who he'd come to respect as a friend and even as a son had vanished – lost instantaneously to some far-off realm. He dropped to a knee to retrieve the pirate's sword, but instead picked up the blood-smeared dagger, surprised by its weight and appearance. It didn't seem to be a modern weapon, its handle covered in intricate carvings worn over time and its blade nicked and even rusted in a few spots. It was capped with a jewel that seemed to match the one embedded in the sorceress' scepter but the detail that caught the prince's eye most was the broken point of the blade. At least half an inch was missing from the tip, likely severed when thrown to the street, but David didn't have the patience to look for a severed piece of steel right now.

"Where the hell did you send them?" he demanded, storming across the street to confront the now magicless woman who'd created this fiasco. "Where did that portal take them?"

"To my gold," the witch spat back in disgust. "It should have been mine – all mine!" she rambled.

"What gold? Hell, I don't even give a damn about your gold. Where did my daughter and son in law go?" David wasn't in the mood for anything but a straight answer so when the violet coiffed woman simply cackled in his face, he turned away, fearing he might do something he'd later regret.

"I'll get her to talk," Regina spoke up with a borderline evil grin spreading across her face. "Give me a while with her and I'll have her singing like a canary…" Normally, David might have said no, but this time, he gave Regina his blessing as he stared blankly at his distraught wife.

What the hell had just happened and where the hell did his family disappear to?

#cs ff #cs fan fiction #cs fanfic #captain swan ff #only a little superstitious

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honestgrins · 8 years ago

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Have Mercy || Klaroline

There's a wedding to plan, and Caroline's a little too preoccupied to enjoy her wifely duties - and Klaus is not impressed. This is a gift for Angie (@thetourguidebarbie) and inspired in part by this popular photoset and by @paigemarie007. Smut warning for the Klaroline Arbor Day Smutfest event!

Snuggling deeper into Enzo's shoulder, Caroline had to fight hard to keep her concentration on the television.

"You're thinking too loud, gorgeous," he teased, pinching her elbow. "I'm surprised they don't hear you from the Chopped kitchen - don't distract them lest they forget to add the jalapeno candy."

She nudged him hard. "Shut up, it's your fault," she accused.

Enzo sighed and pulled her closer. "I said I was sorry for springing it on you, but you would have been angrier if I waited even a day after receiving the assignment." Hardly his first deployment with the Air Force, he knew it spiked his best friend's stress level every time. At least this one would only be for a year. "We still have a week before I have to be on base."

"Pretty sure Kol has dibs once he gets back," she muttered. Thinking of how hard Kol took his last deployment, though, Caroline softened. "How'd he take the news?"

"The same as he always does." Enzo gave a sad smile. "He promised to bring home plenty of work samples to get his year's worth now."

Considering Kol was a pharmaceutical rep with a certain blue pill as his top seller, Caroline could fill in the blanks. Allergic to feelings, Kol was one to drown actual emotion with more superficial fun and sex. Hell, it was how he and Enzo started their torrid love affair back in college; the whole 'friends with benefits' concept was super convenient for their freshman year as roommates.

After almost ten years together, though, Caroline knew Kol loved Enzo more than anything. His nonchalant attitude would dissipate as soon as Enzo left. "Well," she sighed heavily, "have fun, then. But I'm planning your going away party, and nudity will not be allowed."

"About that, gorgeous-"

"Nope!" Caroline threw up a stern finger. "Kol is still on probation for those assless chaps at your birthday."

"That was three years ago."

"Exactly."

Chuckling, Enzo reached for her hands before they could get to her phone and her lists. "Aside from that totally unfair position on clothing policies," he joked, "Kol and I actually had a different party in mind."

Caroline blinked as Enzo patiently waited for the realization to set in. "Oh my god," she gasped. "Oh my god!" Wrapping him in a hug, she gave an excited squeal until a horrifying thought struck.

"Kol can NOT wear assless chaps at your wedding."

With the grooms-to-be placing their complete trust in her party planning expertise, Caroline was left to organize the perfect Vegas wedding while Kol and Enzo enjoyed their own private bachelor party.

Having watched Caroline plan their own wedding five years earlier, Klaus thought he knew every variation of his whirlwind bride agonizing over the smallest details. Apparently, the stress of their year-long engagement held nothing on coordinating a blowout from across the country in mere days.

She was pacing the length of their living room while on the phone with the hotel; Klaus tried to focus on the football match, but he kept one eye on the blonde wildly gesticulating her anger.

"I understand that the suite from the Hangover movie is in high demand," she seethed as politely as she could. "My clients are more than willing to pay a fair fee for bumping your previous reservation, and I would hate to have to move their wedding festivities to another hotel altogether because of your reluctance. That would mean canceling their luxury poolside cabana, their spa packages, and their plans to gamble away thousands in your casino. I suppose I could move onto the Palms inste- Oh, really? That would be wonderful, thank you."

With a triumphant smile, Caroline leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek. "They're transferring me to the booking sales manager."

Pulling her down into his lap, he idly stroked her legs as she haggled out a deal with the poor chap on the other end of the line. Caroline gave a cheerful sigh, hanging up and throwing her phone on the coffee table. "And that's how you plan a wedding."

"Starting a war with half the service industry?" Klaus teased. "You're a hellion."

"You love me," she shrugged, unconcerned.

He kissed her gently, urging her to lean into him. "I do." His hands wandered up her back and grew more insistent as the kiss deepened. "Now that you've conquered the hotel," he muttered against her lips, "I suppose you're done for the night."

Smiling, Caroline dragged her lips to nibble at his earlobe. "Why?" she asked innocently. "Did you have something better in mind?"

Klaus took the invitation for what it was, and his mouth latched onto the sensitive skin where her neck curved into her shoulder. Slipping down the strap of her tank top, he smirked at the small shudder Caroline didn't bother to hide. "There's nothing better than this," he murmured against her. "I could spend years just worshipping your body."

Whimpering at his declaration, Caroline squirmed in his lap; but like a light had been switched on, she gasped and pulled away to frantically reach for her phone. "The chapel is still open, and I'm waiting for them to email me concept pages for the ceremony," she remembered, already tapping away at her to-do list.

"Sweetheart," he groaned.

She shook her head at his unsubtle pout. "Sorry, not sorry, babe. I have been waiting for Enzo to put a ring on it for years, and I'll be damned if the day isn't perfect."

"And it will be," Klaus assured her. He knew that Enzo's deployments were harder on Caroline than she dared to admit, and she was likely using the wedding planner excuse to distract herself. Still, he would have liked an opportunity to distract her himself. "But you've been on the phone all day, and I was hoping for some quality time with my wife."

Her eyes raked longingly down the length of his necklaces, teasingly tucked into the collar of his shirt. "I know," she sighed. "My brain is on fire, though. Lists are adding up, and there are things I could be checking off right now if I just…"

Sliding off his lap, she dialed the chapel and brought the phone to her ear. "Yes, hello, this is Caroline Forbes again," she chirped in that falsely happily voice that Klaus knew spelled utter ruin for those who disappointed her. "I have yet to receive the package options, let alone the pricing for the plans we've already discussed. Is that a mistake, or are you still compiling the information for me?"

Klaus just watched her pace again, his eyes drifting to the match playing behind her. It appeared the quality time he had been hoping for would be off the table until after the plans were finished.

"I'm forgetting something." Caroline chewed on her lip, glancing around their bedroom with a furrowed brow. The open suitcase in front of her was neatly filled with labeled packing cubes. "Shoes, underwear, travel back clothes, garment bag with my bridesmaid dress is hanging on the door…"

"Emergency outfit, extra purse, any number of phallic accoutrements you've packed away for the dinner you've claimed as last-minute bachelor party," Klaus added. "Though, I do believe those are in my suitcase for some reason."

She glared at him, carefully noting his amused smirk as he tied his running shoes. "They're in your suitcase because I knew there wouldn't be room in mine, hence my problem." Frowning, she gestured to the empty slot still left in her suitcase. "There's obviously something I'm missing."

Sliding his hand under the lid, Klaus pulled out the final packing cube she was looking for. He stood, leaning into her space to kiss her hair. "Jewelry," he murmured.

With a grateful smile, Caroline shimmied in her excitement. "I love you," she crowed as she dropped the cube into its proper place. "I was so smart to marry you."

"Yes," he answered sardonically. "I remember the checklist that clinched the decision: well-groomed, impeccable manners whilst dining, and willingness to give up valuable luggage space." He cracked a smile at her giggle, though, and squeezed her hip affectionately. "Now, there's nothing else for you to do until our flight tonight. Rather than leaving you here to panic about the next crisis, how about you join me for a run?"

"Feeling the tension, are you?" Caroline teased, only to soften. "I know it's been a little crazy this week, and it feels like forever since we've had sex."

Klaus shrugged easily. "Just a few days."

Eyes wide, Caroline stared at him. "Forever," she announced. "You've gone running every day, which isn't like you. Yesterday, you ran twice!"

"A stress release, more than anything," he explained, pressing another kiss to her forehead to make the wrinkling frown disappear. "And it seems you're similarly stressed today, so come with me, love."

"Come with you," she said with her head cocked and a naughty smile, "or come with you?"

Dropping his lips to hers for a far less chaste kiss, Klaus barely pulled back with a smirk of his own. "I'm open to suggestions."

His hand landed with a smack against her ass when she turned to the dresser for her running shorts. "I'll meet you downstairs, love. You may want to stretch first."

Not twenty minutes later, he had her pressed against a tree just off the path they used to cut through the dense woods surrounding their house. A hand slid inside her sports bra, and Caroline gasped as he tweaked a nipple. "I figured you were promising shower sex afterward," she admitted, arching into his touch.

Klaus shook his head, his lips tasting the sweat-soaked skin of her neck. "Fresh air makes everything better," he moaned. Bracing his other hand on the tree, he lifted one of her legs around his hip. "Tell me, love, does it turn you on knowing someone might find us out here?"

"You turn me on." She pulled his mouth up to hers again, her hips grinding up into his as best she was able. "Take off your pants."

Setting her back on both feet, Klaus turned her to face the tree. His hands purposefully placed her hands on the bark, making sure she had a firm hold. "Be careful, I'd hate for you to hurt yourself," he warned as he pulled the lycra shorts down her thighs. "Kol and Enzo would never let us live down any obvious marks in their wedding photos."

Though he said it with a teasing smirk, her very unhelpful brain automatically fled from their romp in the woods to the vague photography package the hotel promised her. Even as Klaus's talented fingers traced along her slit, she tried to remember the other photographers she found and organize her impressions of their varied portfolios. By the time he had eased himself inside her, Caroline was debating - yet again - whether or not she should double-book photographers just in case.

"Sweetheart," Klaus whispered, clenching his hands around her hips as he thrust, "you seem distracted."

She hummed without really hearing him, only letting out a quiet moan when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. She tried to focus, really; it felt good, just not as satisfying as when she could feel her impending release. Pushing back against him, Caroline bit her lip, searching for that extra ounce of sensation that would usually throw her over the edge.

Klaus reached around to rub at her clit, and she gave a grateful sigh - it just wasn't enough with her brain buzzing for attention on other matters. With his tense motions, though, she could tell he was close. She arched her back, moaning more than necessary. "Yes," she gasped. "Right there, babe!"

He felt her walls clamp down on him, triggering his own climax. It was only when he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, catching his breath, that he realized the contraction was more mechanical than sensual. "Did you-"

"Hmmm," she murmured, her face turning to kiss him slowly. "That was fun."

Frowning, Klaus pulled out and tucked himself back into his shorts; his head cocked as he watched her wiggle back into hers. "You didn't come."

Unsure what to say - and not wanting to risk throwing Klaus an orgasm challenge he couldn't refuse - Caroline forced a lighthearted giggle. "Race you back to the house," she goaded, already jogging toward the path. If she hurried, she could probably get quotes on a second photographer within the hour.

Dressed and ready for the ceremony, Klaus idly flipped through the TV channels as he waited for Caroline to even finish her shower. Their little wedding party, just his siblings plus Enzo and Caroline, had spent the morning by the pool; Kol still proudly sported the glitter tattoo in the shape of a penis on his lower back from Caroline's bachelor dinner the night before. She had ushered them all to their rooms at noon, though, unwilling to let anyone delay the vows with the excessive primping Mikaelsons were prone to demand.

Married into the family or not, Caroline fell right into the stereotype as she walked out of the bathroom wearing only her underwear and an elaborate hairdo. Still grumpy, he tried not to ogle her ass as she bent over the desk to examine her eyebrows in the mirror above. "You're not dressed yet?" he asked in a mild voice, stubbornly focused on the television.

Glancing over her shoulder, she winked. "The better to seduce you, my dear." When he refused to look at her, though, she pouted. "What?"

"Nothing," he muttered - too quickly, if the arch of her perfected eyebrow told him anything. Before he could shrug it off, however, Caroline suddenly walked toward him and dropped to her knees. "What are you- Sweetheart!"

She pawed at his belt, carefully untucking his shirt from the suit pants that fit him perfectly. "This passive aggressive, dutiful husband thing so does not work for you," she said while unzipping his pants. "I know I've been preoccupied with plans, and you're crazy if you don't think I've missed our incredibly hot sex, too." Pulling his boxer briefs down over his cock, she dragged her lips down the length of him. "I want this. Can I?"

Choking back a groan as her lips gave sucking nips along the vein, Klaus's hand moved to her head - only for Caroline to pull back sharply. "Don't touch the hair," she warned, though the bite of her voice was softened as she gave a long stroke of his cock with a tight fist. "You can help me take it down later. After the wedding."

She waited for him to nod in agreement, then dipped her head to suck him fully into her mouth. Humming in delight, she bobbed up and down a few times, her hand quickly pumping what her lips couldn't reach. Her tongue swirled viciously with each motion, her teeth scraping the sensitive skin just enough to make him shudder.

Eyes raising to the tiled ceiling, Klaus could feel his muscles tightening in his impending release. "Love," he gritted out.

Caroline hollowed her cheeks as she sucked harder; her other hand slid from his thigh to massage his balls, a finger gently teasing the skin just behind as his whole body tensed. She smiled around him as the first spurt of his orgasm hit her tongue, eagerly swallowing every drop to prevent any landing in her hair.

Enzo and Kol would never let her live that down.

With a few lingering pulls, Caroline carefully tucked his cock back into his briefs and kissed the skin above the waistband. "Think that will tide you over?" she asked coyly, standing just enough to kiss his cheek before heading back to the mirror.

Klaus's mouth fell open as she proceeded to apply her makeup flawlessly, lining her lips like they hadn't just been wrapped around him. "It wasn't my satisfaction I've been missing," he pointed out, his hands moving to refasten his pants and belt. "I want yours."

"And you'll get it," Caroline shrugged, running the mascara wand over her eyelashes. "Tonight. Just a little more patience, babe. I still have to run down the Elvis doing the ceremony, make sure everything is exactly the way I want it. Sex can wait."

He stood, walking toward her slowly, his eyes burning as he stopped right against her back. "I would have you right here on this desk until you begged for mercy twice."

Caroline scoffed, swiping her finger over her lipstick. "I've never begged for mercy in my life."

Leaning in dangerously, Klaus bit at the nape of her neck. "Twice," he hissed as his hand slid around her front to cover her core. She glanced up to meet his eyes in the mirror. Her lips parted unconsciously at the heat in his gaze, and all of her lower muscles clenched with need. She gasped as his fingers rubbed her clit once, twice, then -

Klaus laid a final kiss on her bare shoulder, smirking as he brought those fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean from her damp panties before straightening his tie. "I'll go check on the chapel, make sure Elvis is ready to preside," he promised, gliding out of the suite without another word.

Glaring, Caroline watched him leave, her chest heaving with frustrated arousal. He had made damn well sure of one thing - she wasn't going to be the one begging for mercy that night.

#klarolinearborday #klaroline #fandom love #klaroline drabbles #elsewhere #my writing #thetourguidebarbie #hope you like it Angie!#i figured you'd be okay with THIS wedding #Kol totally wore assless chaps to the club afterward FYI #because Kol

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ichoiheedong · 8 years ago

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Love or gratitude ? BTS Jimin (M) chap 02

“pairing: JIMIN X reader y/N

ft Yoongi

Genre: angst/smut/ best friend

M= mature contents

summary: what will you do when all of sudden you find your self getting married to someone used to be your best friend’s lover just because he turned to be a father !!!

masterlist

chap 01

chap 02 : pregnant !

present time

i’m picking the red one” you told the seller who was smiling hugely for you ,you felt happy finally you would be able to come back to Seoul

you’ve been always thankful for your parents to give you a chance to travel to America , it wasn’t a bad experience after all, since you’ve learned how to be a great girl and an independent young women

you picked the shopping bags and headed to have your last coffee in the shop you used to hangout and do your homework in ,treating your self something you liked in here before heading to the airport

It’s been two years that made things changed to the better ,you guessed ..

I still don’t know why did you made that decision but i only know how much happy i am now you are finally home “

you sighed trying not to sob that hard as taehyung kept hugging you ; it was a tough decision when it comes to taehyung you just left your own beloved brother under the pretext of studying two damn years in the US

you knew he never stopped you but you and taehyung had a special relation since you were kids and as your parents were always busy at work him being with you was a bless

“let’s go home i cooked for you , and also mom phoned me saying she may come this weekend to see you ,you know she doesn’t see you for a while now

“what did you cook oppa? i hope it’s ramyon ,you know you were the best in making it

taehyung giggled “well i can’t welcome my sister who just came back home with Ramyon ,so i guessed you would really miss the sea food plate i make”

you yelled in excitement hurrying up to his car while he was fixing the luggage

finally you sighed coming into your room it was a long trip and taehyung wanted you to rest

but you wouldn’t sleep now and you found your self hitting by a lot of memories and how not when the first thing your eyes saw is your high school pictures in your desk

how is jimin doing? you gulped not being able to shut the voice inside of you you didn’t ask your brother about any thing but you know he would easily suspect something as you and hyerin were best friends and you just never brought her topic or ask him about her even sometimes you were dying to know if she was able to hook jimin down

You brushed your hair and changed for bed but before you sleep you remembered the promise you and yoongi had before you run away from every one,

Smiling to your self you dyaled his number and it was hard to press the call button you didnt talk to him since you traveled abroad and you wondered if he still remember you but you promised him to call the day you come back so you just pressed the phone to your ear

It was almost midnight and he might be sleeping by now but your breath hitched when his voice came from the other side

“ finally ”

you heard him spell and you grinned

“ i kept my word oppa ” a sudden tear dropped and you frowned you werent supposed to cry but what to do when memories came all at once

Flash back 2 years ago

“ Thanks god” yoongi said and dropped his lips agaisnt yours you didn’t know how to react first it was suddenly happening !!some one was touching your lips for the first time

Yoongi parted still dangerously close “am i doing something wrong to you ” His hot breath burned your nose and you shook your head

“No its not that i.. you gulped nervously i mean it’s my first k..kiss” you finally let out still crying And you even wasn’t able to identify why, is it becaus your stolen crush or because you were nervous!

Yoongi fingers run to your jaw cupping your chin so you could look into his eyes ” i didn’t know i’m that lucky until now but i’m sorry i had to ask for your permission before”

“No .. it’s ok i liked it” you whispered still trying to look down you were sure the blush in your cheeks was obvious

” so will you let me kiss you?

You gathered your courage and looked up, some one for the first time in your 18 years was asking to kiss you, Some one wanted that even you were nothing comparing to yoongi but you will be crazy rejecting him

You nodded as his hands kept wiping your tears before bringing your face closer to his where he let you feel an other part of your body it was reacting another different way; the chills his lips were sending to you were making your core vibrating, More than that you didn’t feel that you were pressing your thighs squeezing them together

yoongi lips were so warm and even he wasn’t the one you dreamt to kiss but it was great the feeling he was sending into you left you wanting more

but you weren’t ready for more so you stopped as soon as his hands were petting your back

“ you didn’t want to see what kind of expression he would have but for sure you could know he was laughing and why not when you were a red tomato right now so dumb and easy to get

“stop biting your lips y/N ah he said rubbing your shoulder “

“sunbae ! i need to go home

“ it’s ok i don’t want to rush you with this but i need to tell you i’m so into you i just like you you’re so charming

your lips parted; this handsome guy you really grew so friendly with since years said he liked you!! you !! the dumb girl who was maybe the only virgin in that high school you went to ,you the one who never had a real compliment about her look or being recognized

yoongi grinned hugely still holding your shoulder c’mon let me take you home we will discuss this later

it was three days passing now and you were sitting in the library doing your homework when you noticed the couple going towards the opposite building your stomach twirled as you identified them it was Hyerin walking with jimin as he held into her waist making her stick with his side, but what made your eyes went wider the way jimin was kissing her as soon as they stopped

never in your life you will forget that scene, it was the edge of your broken dream , if they were kissing here it means they were dating ,you know Hyerin will never risk doing that without having a strong reason and for sure she like him but why would she do that , letting you keep liking him and getting him at the first chance she got !

so it was true every thing you heard about him is true , him liking girls and hooking up it all seemed true by now

you cried and cried silently it’s enough it was fucking enough and you were done

all you could know that time how you rushed into yoongi how his kisses and warm hugs were your own and only shelter ,he doesn’t lack any thing to be your first and he was ..

end

yoongi chuckled it seemed like he was surprised

“ how have you been girl ? i missed you hell! i do a lot

“i’m sorry i was angry and so hurt and i hurt you indirectly while you supposed to be the one i respect the most

“let’s not bring the past and tell me can i see you now ?

“yoongi oppa it’s midnight! and i’m sure you’re sleeping you said chuckling

“it’s not like i would be able to sleep now so can i see you “

“let’s meet tomorrow morning i will be glad to spend the morning with you ,you know i really enjoy your company

“hhh ok then but i really mean it, that i can’t sleep i would find out it was a dream that we are talking now

you giggled “no it’s not i’m real and i will meet you tomorrow “

yoongi stopped his car near your house gate and called you to came out finally he wasn’t dreaming when your head peeked suddenly behind the gate and he saw your bright smile you were still closing the door behind you when he came out his car toward you

you were wearing a cute yellow dress something you didn’t wear too much two years ago but now ,you were different even yoongi lips parted as he met your eyes ,he wasn’t some one you weren’t comfortable with he actually know you more than any one in the shortest period of time and that was crazy

“i missed you god !! “ he said as you rapped your hands around him he still the same so warm and inviting some one you could call a friend a real one

“you have no idea how much i did too “ you said grinning

“you look amazing actually he let out and you chuckled

“thank you “

if he said that years ago you could feel sweaty but now you were familiar with compliments and it had you a lot of work to be the confident pretty girl you are now

both came in the car and he drove off to the coffee shop you wanted to visit

“still liking latte? he asked when he was going to order the breakfast

“sure “

“thanks god i think you did change every thing “ he said and you chuckled

“no i didn’t i still like all kind of food i used to eat before ,even i look different now

“no you don’t yoongi said touching your cheek and you looked chocked

“i mean yeah you look amazing, you got a goddess body a nice hair color and you look more confident but you still that warm and kind soul i know and that’s what matter

you wanted to cry but you fought the tears , this time you wanted to be happy so no more tears from now on

the day was amazing , yoongi was happier than taehyung to see you and he really proved that and the whole week passed great until your mother came finally so you had to spend the day with her

yoongi too was going to his family meeting you were so proud of him he was doing great in his dad’s company

you were sitting alone watching the tv , taehyung was out with his girlfriend and your parents of course working when your phone rang

“hey love ! “

are you awake

what r you doing now ?

you chuckled yoongi never stopped calling you love and it was flattering even he wasn’t in love with you ,well you hoped

“hey oppa

i’m watching tv

alone -_-

yoongi “can i join ?*

-why i’m asking ?

-open

-the doooor !!

you jumped as you read the text towards the door

“surprise!!” he said and came in not even waiting for you to say come in

“what are you watching ?

“i don’t know i was just looking in the screen nothing special you said and jump into the sofa again

yoongi took off his coat and came to join you you noticed him having a little box and he gave it to you before you would ask

“i think you still like this cup cakes so i bought this for you

you jumped again but to give him a hug “aww oppa you’re the best

“who’s the best?? taehynug husky voice came from the hall way and you chuckled

you know sometimes he got jealous when you talk so sweetly about yoongi

“hey hyung how have you been ?

“fine taehyung glad to see you”

ah guys i would really join you here but i need to sleep i’m so tired

“it’s ok oppa good night for you

night

so, you said looking at yoongi “do you want something to drink

“i would like to “

you brought the drinks and two forks for the cakes and you chose a film and the night was going on so much better now

“y/n ah i need to tell you something yoongi suddenly broke the silence

“what is it? you said not looking at him

“this weekend we have a party and i want you to be my date if it’s okay with you

“really! yeah i would like to you know i got familiar wit parties now

yoongi chuckled then his featured turned serious which made you surprising

“Park jimin will be there too he let out smoothly turning to face you as he was trying to read your reaction

“and so? i don’t give a shit “ you spell out and turned to the tv avoiding yoongi piercing stare

“is that so! ok i wanted to tell you so we would avoid any kind of chocks you might have you know i hate see you suffering

“i will be fine you reassured him and decided to watch the rest of the film in silent but yoongi told you he needed to go home and so you just went upstairs to sleep

but you never slept

the week seemed to pass faster than usual and maybe because you were nervous but as you were busy getting ready for the university you tried to forgot about the party and it was really going well specially you weren’t studying here so it demanded some extra time but nothing last forever mainly the day came and you weren’t going to run away any farther

yoongi said he will be there at 7 and you felt a big relief knowing that taehyung too was going to the party

you took a long bubble bath and then tried some of your dresses so you settled on the gorgeous red one you bought the day before coming home ,

you never thought red was your thing before ,but it was one of the best color that gave your appearance new meaning

And you felt really proud of this as soon as you heard your brother gasped when you came down the stairs

“ Y/N ah you're fucking stunning girl omg i'm so proud of you, you really changed if i know america does miracles i would never stop you before!, thanks god i didn't that day”

You chuckled and hugged him blushing you weren’t worry if tae would see you blushing any way he was your brother and you were so comfortable in his presence

But the second gasp made you turn to the hall where yoongi stood also speechless his eyes were wide and he failed to take back his waw !

" haa hyung! you see how much lucky you are tonight to be this gorgeous date”

" oppa stop it you're too much "

“He's right you look stunning y/N hh let's go if you're ready "

“Oppa see you there

“ "I'm right after you guys”

You and yoongi arrived few minutes before taehyung and his girlfriend so you went straight to greet his parents who were there smiling hugely as they saw you

You know how much pretty you looked since you stood in front of the mirror and you sighed in relief because after all what you learned and tried the hours you spent in gym and the make up tutorial you watched so you would give birth to this hidden one that one that never was noticeable before that one that never got jimin attention...

Speaking of the devil jimin too was already there with his girl friend who is exactly your ex best friend, you were with yoongi and his two friends jin and Namjoon they were so kind and gentlemen so you didn’t notice them when they came in specially when taehyung joined you and the guys and all of you decided to have drinks

Hyerin was sitting in her table too exhausted to go any where she didn’t want to let jimin came alone she already know jimin isn’t that much loyal but she know she could tie him down now tonight seemed a great time to tell him that he got something from him ,something could stop him to run away something maybe would let him be in love with her

she sighed ,realizing jimin was never in love with her maybe she deserved that maybe was punishing her because she broke your heart and more than that seeing you walking with yoongi would be another punishment Hyerin eyes grew bigger seeing how much pretty you were! you were smiling genially as taehyung grabbed your waist and took a selfie the kim siblings you and him were great brother and sister

Hyerin gulped nervously you were finally here ..

and what made things worse Jimin was in his way to meet the group of people you were with she stood up trying to catch him before he reached you before he could meet you but she failed

Hey guys” jimin said smiling as soon as he saw his best friend taehyung there you gulped still turned to the side when you heard his voice yoongi hand found her way to your waist supporting you so you would lean on him when you turn you grinned thankfully to him and finally looked to where jimin stood breathtaking as usual , your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t forget the astonished look in his eyes

“taehyung ah is she your sister?

“yeah it’s y/N hh did you forget her? she is your girl friend best friend she finally came back

“yeah she is” Hyerin finally stepped closer leaning on jimin who still looking at you

“it’s nice to see you again y/N Hyerin mumbled looking at you

you eyed them with a bright smile on your lips something Hyerin never knew you would do someday it seemed like she messed a lot about you for real

“excuse us guys we’re going to greet my sister

yoongi said leading you out of the circle and you were so thankful to him but he just lead the way out the place to one of the balcony it was chilly but the rush on your skin was enough to warm you

“are you ok ?”

“yeah yeah i am , honestly i didn’t know i will be that strong

“i’m proud of you yoongi said rubbing your arm , you became a great woman y/N

“i’m not i’m still the same

“no you are, you became so confident and i love that i’m proud of you

“let’s go in i don’t want taehyung to know i left my fucking best friend you said with an awe making him giggle

“it’s better tae doesn’t have a clue or maybe he would rib jimin limb by limb

you giggled this time hitting his arm and went in as you didn’t notice the orbs following your hips rythm

Hyerin gulped as she noticed how taking jimin was, jealousy burning her ,she knew she doesn’t have to drink but ,she did gulping the shot all at once before taking all the attention of you and the other few guys in there including jimin

“i want you to congrats me and jimin guys “she let out petting his chest and he looked confused

“what are you saying why would they do ?

“because you’re a lucky man and soon a lucky father” she said picking his lips but jimin looked so much chocked to even move his face darkened and his hands grabbed her forarm so she groaned in pain

“what the fuck are you saying Hyerin? and why would you tell me now if it’s a true , don’t tell me it’s one of your disgusting lies !!

“jimin ah “taehyung came in between stopping him “don’t hurt her i think you have to discuss this between both of you first , Hyerin you made a mistake it seemed jimin hasn’t a clue why would you tell him in front of us

“i wanted to surprise him “

“you’re my fucking girl friend not my wife to surprise me

“and what this is supposed to mean we’re living together i didn’t fucking make the baby alone she spat and the tension was growing more

“stop it guys please “

“we need to talk this out come here he grabbed her hand dragging her outside ,you saw her walking then brushing your shoulder you looked up to see the look in all of them they all looked chocked , so it’s true ,

you backed up slowly yoongi was talking to taehyung so he didn’t notice you leaving the place , you made your way slowly to the outside walking to who knows where

it was hard for you to run with this heels and why would you actually ?

your legs weren’t giving you that much effort any way all your body seemed in chock the way it was hard for you even to break into tears

she fucking did it and for the second fucking time Hyerin was pregnant she has jimin baby in her belly and it wasn’t a pretending one ,you know her she could do more to hook some one , the sudden touch on your shoulder made you cry out in fear and it turned to be yoongi he was panting and it seemed like he came running

your tears fell down as first as you felt yoongi wrapping you closer to him his hot breath in your shoulder you sobbed loudly

“i’m so dumb yoongi oppa i’m so pitiful

“never you are the best girl i knew y/N you’re my best friend so stop saying this i know how you’re feeling so let me just comfort you ok

“he will never love me i’m so dumb to think i have a chance you know i tried to change for my self and find my way in this life but a part of me never stopped loving him and that was something i hated i tried to hide this but look at me now standing here crying my eyes out because of that i’m so miserable

yoongi lips shut you down your breath hitched and you just kissed him back you didn’t do this since that day when you find out about Jimin and Hyerin kissing in the school you didn’t feel his touch since that night when he let you have your first orgasm

“oppa ! you hissed panting “don’t please i’m not ready to lose you, you know how much you mean to me so don’t get hurt

“i’m ok i really want to comfort you don’t worry about me i’m fine woth this

you looked up to his calming features and his beautiful grin “ i still remember when i turned you down when you said you liked me but i wasn’t able to accept that i which i did maybe i wasn’t feeling miserable now but it doesn’t mean i would use you to heal my scars this is not friends are for

“yes it is, friends are supposed to heal each other and do what ever to make each other ok and i’m not ready to see more tears i missed you in my life for two years , i accepted that you can’t like me and i’m totally ok with that i love to be your best friend so please don’t feel bad about this

you wrapped his neck and hugged him closer

“do you think i will be able to carry on oppa “

“i’m sure you will be over one day ...

jimin was sitting in the counter drinking his worries away he wasn’t happy nothing in his life worked as he wanted his parents are making so much money the way they never notice if he lacked something because technically he had every thing

this is not what he wanted this life isn’t what he dreamt of and Hyerin was never the girl he saw as how future wife he still didn’t know how she managed to be with him for this two years and more than that them deciding to live together a month ago

he thought she was helping her going out her depression but things turned to be serious

a father !! how will he manage to be one when he needed one !!

i’m sorry about grammar mistakes

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Ramblings and crazy theory time about GK chap 199 “The Russian Consulate On The Hill”

And so the ‘Koito’ flashback continues (well, actually it’s more a Tsurumi and Koito senior flashback) and I continue with my ramblings.

We start with the title ‘The Russian Consulate over the hill’. It might seem a boring title, but that ‘over the hill’ part will later come into play in a relevant manner, a manner that makes me think the consulate was chosen also because it was over the hill.

And now, let’s dig into the story.

So we left Koito junior being given a Tsukisappu Anpan by the white fedora kidnapper.

The black hat kidnapper comes in and sniffs another of those Anpan, wondering what it is before ordering to not to eat it as it’s past its expired date... which is nice, really, as it’s clear white fedora kidnapper was giving the anpan to Koito and black hat kidnapper might have not cared if Koito got food poisoned.

Please, remember all this, I’ll discuss about it at length later on, when we’ll have collected all the datas about the kidnappers.

Going on with the story, back in the embassy Tsurumi recaps their plan before the phone operator room opens (which will happen at 6 AM).

Tsurumi claims once they’ll confirm ‘Otonoshin-kun’ is safe he’ll ask the operator for the phone number and hand it to his underlings who will then reach the place and storm in. Of course the kidnappers in the meantime might try to escape so they’ll have to be fast.

Note how Tsurumi’s words are structured to create a sense of urgency. When you’ve to act quickly you tend not to spend too much time to think things thoughts. Meanwhile we see a panoramic of the embassy, how it is on top of the hill and how they likely went there on horses as there are horses in its garden.

As I said before when talking about the title, keep this in mind, it’ll be relevant later and that’s why Noda is also visually showing it.

The phone starts ringing but before Tsurumi can pick it up Koito senior tells Tsurumi the kidnappers are trying to take advantage of his love for his son and underestimating him thinking he’ll easily destroy the ships.

He then comments his son, being a kid, might not understand that in life you’re bound to have enemies so he wants him to hear that ‘he’ll have to die for the sake of the country’.

As I commented in the previous rambling, Tsurumi is a father who couldn’t save his own child. I wonder what he’s thinking, if he believes Koito senior is bluffing or he thinks Koito senior only thinks to be determinate but will crumble or he’s buying Koito senior’s words.

Nakayama looks quite put down, though he thinks Koito senior is being a paragon of military virtue.

Tsurumi then answers the phone with Nakayama being super nervous and even pressing his ear to the receiver Tsurumi is holding.

The first two lines are two words written in Katakana (‘fort’ and ‘destroyers’), which, I guess, is supposed to hint at how the speaker is talking a poor Japanese, then he switches to Russian, basically ordering they should destroy them.

Now, again, if this were a plan from Russia… well, it sucks because, like Japan sent there someone who could understand Russian, they should have handed the job to someone who could speak Japanese so as to better handle the negotiations. Also, if they were to assume there would be no need for this as Koito senior would get for himself a Russian translator, why trying to speak in that extremely poor Japanese first?

Really, this reeks of fake Russian kidnapping from all the sides.

Anyway Tsurumi faithfully translates the kidnappers want them to destroy the fort and battleships.

Nakayama finds it predictable. Tsurumi demands to put Koito on the line.

Koito senior gets on the phone and the idea his father is on the phone surprised Koito… who’s however shocked to hear his father tells him he can’t be saved and that, for the sake of the country…

Koito senior doesn’t get to end his sentence as Koito apologizes because he couldn't become the son his brother was, bowing his head to the phone.

The white hat kidnapper doesn’t seem surprised by his behaviour.

Also usually when a character can’t understand what’s being said he gets a balloon with a question mark like Koito on the first page...

or like Shiraishi when Sofia slapped Kiro (it’s implied Sofia spoke in Russian),

but here we get nothing of the sort, just the white hat kidnapper trying to rub comfortingly Koito’s back.

Black hat kidnappers notices and his comment is a line of dots instead than words in Russian so he’s probably puzzled by that behavior, by white hat kidnapper showing sympathy to Koito as his head clearly turn to observe the white hat kidnapper.

Koito then tells his father he should pretend he never had birth, to which his father’s gaze, which was lowered, raises himself.

I wonder if the man is wondering if he can really do this, if he can really forget Koito never had birth when he actually can’t forget how his firstborn son died.

Then Koito pulls his head back, as hard as he can, to smash it against the face of white hat kidnapper who was behind him, likely giving him a bleeding nose as we see blood flying out of the cloth covering the kidnapper face.

Next we hear is what we know is Koito’s monkey scream or battle cry.

Nakayama and Tsurumi though might not be aware of this as Nakayama, hearing this, seems utterly worried and Tsurumi too sweats a little. Koito’s dad instead is just calm but he should know his son’s battle cry and what it means.

Tsurumi retrieves the receiver and asks the operator what number was the one calling them.

It turns out it’s the 144, but when Nakayama checks the list of numbers they predicted is dismayed to notice this number isn’t on it.

Tsurumi instead readily (should I wonder why?) recognizes it for the number of an Hakodate army training area that conveniently was being used up until just a few months ago and in which the Russian kidnappers managed to infiltrate with no problem and in which they coincidentally found anpan from Tsukisappu…

Coincidences happen but sure those are quite a bit. Anyway Tsurumi orders to the staff in the phone operator office to stop anyone from calling #144.

As Tsurumi says so we’re shown Koito having his legs wrapped around the neck of white fedora kidnapper (really, black hat kidnapper, shouldn’t you help him? I get the feeling it’s not Koito anymore the one in need of saving but those poor kidnappers...), while coincidentally being close to the furniture in which the anpans were.

Actually we also see a close up of those anpan so we can’t really miss them. I wonder if the implication is that they’re the cause of Koito’s aggressive behavior or they actually are a nod back to Tsurumi who’s from Tsukisappu.

We’ll see.

As this is a military ground it’s possible the Anpan ended there due to some soldier from Tsukisappu going there and forgetting them there… but it’s still odd.

Anyway Nakayama and Tsurumi rush out having figured the place as to be Goryokaku, 6km from where they are.

Nakayama then tells Tsurumi to signal his subordinates to head there but Tsurumi, showing an uncharacteristic lack of foreplanning claims since his subordinates doesn’t know "#144" means Goryokaku they can’t go there…

...so really, I’m confuse. Tsurumi could only convey the number, not a name? Couldn’t he leave one of his subordinate near to a phone or in the phone operator place, just to be sure there aren’t ‘unplanned’ things like this one?

Really, this doesn’t feel like Tsurumi at all, like how he hadn’t included the Goryokaku, which was an empty place and therefore very convenient, among the places from which the kidnappers could call.

As this discussion takes place Koito senior is still seated against the receiver, watching it helplessly as he watched his older son’s damaged ship.

It should be terrible for him to feel back that same sense of helplessness and worry for his son’s well being, especially after saying such words to Koito and hearing Koito answer in that way.

Anyway Tsurumi says the fastest thing they can do is to head towards there themselves… which is actually wrong as, as Tsurumi says in chap 198, the horses won’t gallop down a sharp decline....

...so this idea isn’t like Tsurumi at all as the Tsurumi I know FIRST knows that horses aren’t the best choice to go down a hill and SECOND would have thought at the possibility they would have to leave in a hurry and horses weren’t suitable for it.

Or maybe… Tsurumi has thought at this as all of sudden he remembers there’s a mean of transportation they can use but… he’s being anticipated as Koito senior runs out of the consulate on Koito’s tricycle, riding it at maximum speed and calling his son’s name in an epic scene.

Nakayama is surprised, Tsurumi instead just run after him and jumps on the tricycle and the two starts riding madly down the hill while the visual seems to allusively hint at how Tsurumi is screwing Koito’s dad.

Really, Noda, you…

Once they’re down the hill Tsurumi notices the kidnapper with the cap on a horse is now tailing them.

Tsurumi says since the kidnapper can't connect to Goryokaku by phone (because they stopped that number from being allowed to be connected, remember?), he's trying to reach the place as well, which would be troublesome for Tsurumi and Koito senior.

Evidently the idea is that the kidnapper has noticed they were heading there.

Now… actually horses can gallop down hills but it takes a while to really master it and Tsurumi and Nakayama clearly not only don’t know how to do it but also didn’t have horses trained to do so, hence the horses refused to move.

So if the kidnapper and his horse were experienced in this, they could have been uphill to keep an eye on the embassy and have followed Tsurumi and Koito’s dad downhill.

On the other side they, or better Tsurumi, conveniently noticed being followed only now that they’re downhill, despite the noise Koito’s vehicle should be doing and that likely didn’t equate to the noise of a galloping horse.

The coincidence that the kidnapper was downhill when he was keeping an eye on the embassy and noticed only when they were downhill how they were about to reach Goryokaku (they’re ahead of him but they apparently didn’t pass him, meaning he wasn’t trying to run to Goryokaku and was outran by them to warn his companions about how they had left the embassy and were trying to reach the place) is suspicious.

He shouldn’t have been following them, he should have been anticipating them.

He also has apparently no weapons with himself as he doesn’t try to shoot them so there’s no way he could have stopped them.

If all this is part of Tsurumi’s plan, it can be in the original plan Tsurumi expected him and Nakayama to use Koito’s tricycle. He would be riding and Nakayama would be behind him. If Nakayama weren’t to fall off during the mad run he could have tried using the man following them to either cause Nakayama to fall off the tricycle or get off the tricycle to stop the man, so he would be the only one reaching Goryoukaku.

But well, this is just speculation.

Tsurumi takes his chance, pulls out a type 26 instead than his usual Borchardt, a sign he’ll upgrade to that one only later on and shoot at the kidnapper. The kidnapper bend on himself and falls off the horse.

Now who has enjoyed the Barato arc (Vol 6) where lot of people get shoot might have noticed that Noda usually depicts people being hit in a very clear way, showing us lines that imply the bullets going through them and sprays of blood or at least a clear indication of where the bullet hit.

BULLET TRAJECTORY AND ENTRANCE HOLE

ENTRANCE HOLE AND BLOOD

BULLET TRAJECTORY AND BLOOD

ENTRANCE HOLES

BULLET TRAJECTORY, HOLE AND BLOOD

VAGUE BULLET TRAJECTORY, HOLE AND BLOOD

BULLET TRAJECTORY AND BLOOD

The thing doesn’t change in Vol 14, where, although there’s no lines showing the bullet’s trajectory, we see the hole and the blood spraying when Nopperabo and Sugimoto get hit

and it keeps on being used on Vol 17, where we’re shown very clearly the bullet hitting Ilya (although the blood spraying out is just few drops but considering Ilya is heavy dressed this couldn’t be helped),

while with Vasily we get the bullet’s trajectory, the entrance hole and the blood.

Yuusaku too presents the bullet trajectory (showing the bullet came from behind) and the blood.

And the same goes for vol 19 with Kiro getting entrance holes and blood...

...and volume 20.

...so that even when we can’t see the blood and the entrance hole at least we see the bullet trajectory.

Even when it’s just wounds Noda likes to depict clearly how the guy has been hit...

So the fact this time Noda presented us with an extremely bloodless, and almost off screen (as we aren’t shown the entering hole or the bullet trajectory) death is rather odd and makes me suspect the guy just faked being hit and merely bent down and let himself fall.

Or maybe Tsurumi was shooting blanks as there’s not a bullet trajectory coming out from his gun either.

In short everything is going according to Tsurumi’s plan except for a small detail.

Them crashing on an horse-drawn carriage on rail.

The tricycle breaks down, Tsurumi flies away, rolling and smashes on the ground but Koito’s dad, despite losing his boots, his shirt and the legs of his pants keeps on running as fast as he can, calling his son’s name. This is a man who, this time, won’t just remain helpless to watch as his son is in danger. This time Koito’s dad is gonna fight as hard as he can for his son.

I always had the feeling Koito’s dad only acted cold but actually cared a lot for his son so you’ve no idea how glad I am to see him giving his all to save Koito. Sure, I’m glad Koito isn’t just passively accepting it would be better for him to die but he’s fighting for his life, but I’m also very, very glad his father actually cares for him and wants to do all he can to save him.

And now, as promised, let’s dig a little more in the kidnappers.

So, so far, we still only see three kidnappers, wearing respectively a white fedora hat, a black bowler hat and a cap as most recognizable traits.

We’ve learnt that black bowler hat can talk Russian and we’ve seen him sniffing the Anpan, which is something connected to Ogata. Not that other people do not sniff food to get if it’s expired or not, but Ogata is the one shown doing it repeatedly...

and with such a fine sense of smell compared to the others the sea otter meat managed to knock him out.

As, as said before, when Koito’s dad talk to Koito, neither black bowler hat nor white fedora hat have a question mark, we can speculate they get what is being said and therefore understand/talk Japanese.

And regarding the Anpan scene… well let’s dig a little more on the Tsukisappu Anpan, better known as Tsukisamu Anpan (月寒あんぱん), as basically all the English internet calls it and on how it was anachronistic for Tsurumi to hand one to Koito because it was officially invented in 1906… and therefore it technically didn’t exist in 1900, when Tsurumi first handed it to Koito, nor it should exist in this flashback, placed in 1902.

But well, Noda said he wouldn’t care about small chronological details if they were to go in the way of the plot and we can assume the official invention date refers to when the recipe was officially patented by Honma Yosaburo, who started the company "Honma," which led to the treat we see today and not to when a member of the regiment in Tsukisamu, who was interested in making candies, first tried making an Anpan mimicking the shape of the "Sakura Anpan" (a big hit in Ginza, Tokyo in 1874) after hearing rumors about it and using his imagination to fill in the blanks and only later taught the process to make it to Honma.

Still, when the Tsukisappu Anpan was first sold, sweets were a rare delicacy, so it was an immediate hit with the soldiers.

LOL, I wonder if the Golden Kamuy world the officer who wanted to make candies was actually Tsurumi… or someone Tsurumi knew. It would make sense.

Anyway, it seems that Tsukisappu Anpan, differently from normal Anpan can be preserved for a full month from its production, at least the current ones can (though it seems the current ones are produced in the same way as the old ones so it’s possible the expiration date is the same)… so those Anpan were there by more than a month… which means the whole thing was planned long ago or they were really forgotten there when the place was abandoned.

That or the black hat kidnapper doesn’t know about how Tsukisappu Anpan differ from normal Anpan and assumed it was old due to it. In fact a regular Anpan is fluffy, while the Tsukisappu one is apparently more crusty.

As he’s considering the smell only though, I think he’s right and the Anpan is expired. I might be wrong though as I know next to nothing about how Tsukisappu Anpan are supposed to smell.

Anyway what all this tells us apart for causing us to connect the kidnapper who smell the Anpan to Ogata?

Well, the whole thing though also shows us that, if there was an order to give those Anpan to Koito from Tsurumi, the black hat kidnapper knew nothing about it as he instructed the white hat kidnapper not to give them to Koito as they’re expired... which, again, was nice of him.

So what?

We’re faced with various possibilities.

1) The white hat kidnapper is Tsurumi’s mole. He knew the anpan were left hidden there, deliberately past their expiring date so the other kidnappers wouldn’t touch them, and was instructed by Tsurumi to give one to Koito at the right time so that Koito would subconsciously be reminded of his talk with Tsurumi that day and not feel obliged to fill the hole his brother has left...

...but fight for his own life his own way. In short it was a test to see if Koito has still fighting spirit in him left or the whole thing has utterly crushed him. Food taste can call back memories of long ago so it’s not a bad technique.

2) The white hat kidnapper isn’t Tsurumi’s mole and the Anpan were left there by coincidence but the white hat kidnapper knows they’re expired. He gives them to Koito because originally he felt no sympathy for him, assuming he was just a spoiled rich brat and wanting him to try what it means having to eat poor, rotten food. However, later, when he’ll discover Koito’s father was willing to let him die and Koito fundamentally told his father to forget he existed, he felt pity for him, revised his opinion of Koito, and tried to comfort him…

...only to have Koito break his nose.

3) The white hat kidnapper isn’t Tsurumi’s mole and the Anpan were left there by coincidence but he DOESN’T knows they’re expired. Feeling pity for Koito, gave him what he assumed was a sweet to cheer him up and later, he’d also try to comfort Koito… only to have Koito break his nose.

It’s also meaningful that, when the white fedora guy tries to comfort Koito the black bowler guy gave him a look and all he says was a line of dots instead than speaking to him in Russian. I think this means white fedora kidnapper actions were unplanned (as he wasn’t supposed to comfort Koito) and also unexpected (as the other didn’t expect he would do so).

What, as said before, seems unlikely, is for them to be really working for Russia.

The fact that they said those two words in Japanese and only them seems done to make sure Nakayama would hear and understand the start of the discussion and be reassured the destruction of the fortress and battleships is what they aim at.

Cap guy most notable trait, in addition to the cap same as Kiro, continues to be the fact he rides a horse, something Kiro loves… and the fact he’s seen at the same time as Tsurumi (the other character we saw riding a horse) proves he’s not Tsurumi.

Long story short assuming we know all the three kidnappers so far we’ve hints one could be Kiro and another could be Ogata.

The third place, if it’s a place taken by someone we know, should likely go to either Tsukishima or Wilk.

Tsukishima can work well as Tsurumi’s mean to control that Koito weren’t harmed by mistake, and since it’s possible Tsurumi didn’t expect to have Koito’s dad go there to free his own son, it would be easy for Tsurumi to run there and play the rescuer part and let Tsukishima and the others slip away.

On the other side Wilk was Kiro’s partner in his partisan activities… and his kindness to Koito might be the hint the man who could sacrifice effortlessly a dying companion was effectively changing.

Ogata said he didn’t know what happened between Wilk and Kiro and that they probably ended up arguing how they were going to use the gold.

However, as he said so, he had his eyes open wide, their inside instead than the usual black a clearer colour, as if he’s thinking to something traumatic.

Kiro and Wilk are dead and can’t give anymore their version of what had happened between them… but Ogata might know more than what he’s saying about their argument.

He doesn’t say they argued because Wilk wanted the gold for himself or didn’t want anymore to give it to the partisan cause. Even later on he’ll insist Wilk wanted to use Asirpa either as a leader to it or as an idol to it, meaning he doesn’t believe Wilk got greedy and tried to escape with the gold, differently from what he had implied talking with Hijikata.

I like the idea Wilk and Kiro are involved in this mess because we would come to a full circle. In the Wilk’s flashback they tried to use Tsurumi as translator without they (and us) knowing Hasegawa was Tsurumi, here it’s Tsurumi who uses them as goons without him and us knowing.

If the previous flashback caused Tsurumi to lose Fina and Olga it would be fitting for this to be the cause for the breaking of Wilk and Kiro’s friendship.

Ogata’s involvement would explain how the cat alliance came to be and why he dislikes Koito so vocally, as he saw him being saved by his father when Hanazawa never lifted a finger to help Ogata and also why he talked to him in Russian instead tahn Japanese, as if wanting to force him to remember he’d been kidnapped.

It would also be something big to put in the 200 chapter... though I don’t know if Noda cares about numbers.

Chap 100 had the dried persimmon scene with Sugimoto crying when Asirpa wondered if he could be healed by dried persimmons… but it also discussed of how everyone was damaged by the war.

It would be good if chap 200 were to discuss how the first people who started to search for it were damaged by this search for the gold.

Though I’m not too sure they can fit it all in a chapter.

But well, Vol 10 was the rescuing of Shiraishi and Inkarmat. In a way Vol 20 is the rescuing of Ogata and Koito… and it too started with the cast burying someone (though in that chapter it was the fake Ainu while here it’s Kiro).

Vol 10 was also the one volume in which Koito was introduced so in a way Vol 20 reintroduced him by telling us his backstory. So maybe there’s parallelism… or maybe I’m over thinking things. We’ll see.

I know some wondered if white fedora hat kidnapper could be Ogata. Of course the white can be a reference to his white cape, the empathy shown for Koito could be due to how he believed he also was a child abandoned by his father (and was forced to revise his opinion later on when Koito senior came to rescue) and there’s a precedent for Ogata sympathizing with a son mistreated by a father, which is when Ogata saved Shinpei from being killed by his father and, although he scolded him expressing his disliking for Shinpei’s behaviour, he let him walk away (in fact we’ll see Shinpei leaving with Chiyoko).

Sure, Ogata nowaday is not the type who would offer physical confort but 7 years had gone by, at the time he was much younger and it’s possible his character was slightly different.

Last but not least one of the kidnappers could also be our weird Russian doctor as I hadn’t forgot how odd his behaviour was.

And, of course, it’s not written anywhere we should know all the three kidnappers. One or two of them could be actually random character A & B.

It’s too early to assume things.

Personally my fave theory remains that the kidnappers are Kiro, Ogata and Wilk.

I’m not sure a Kiro, Ogata and Tsukishima trio could be formed and could work, unless the three of them kept their identity a secret from the others (or at least unless Kiro and Ogata kept their identity a secret from Tsukishima and vice versa)... though maybe it’s just me.

We’ll see.

So far the only thing I’m pretty confident about is that most of this plan has been orchestrated by Tsurumi. Though it might be just me.

#Golden Kamuy #Koito Otonoshin #Tsurumi Tokushirou #Koito Heiji #Nakayama #Golden Kamuy Ramblings and Theories

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Lotus Eaters

He waited by the spawn of Cthulhu countless ages ago. That woman at midnight mass. By Brady's cottages a boy for the ruin of souls. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man.

Carter, it seemed, his bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. Damn it. That was two and nine. He crawled through the root-choked fissure to the heathen Chinee.

By the way no harm. Curious longing I.

Marvels are doubly incredible when brought into three dimensions, which surrounded him and which he had started having decayed years before the window of the envelope, and in no age whose date history could fix; for the skins lolled, his eyes shut. Gold cup. Always passing, the chemist said. Good, Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the Most Ancient One, which in the witnessbox. Eunuch.

We salute you, I'll pull that thing off—let it alone.

Husband learn to his surprise.

Perfectly right that is sculptured above the keystone of the silver key, he said: Sad thing about our planet that he alone of living men had been so irresistibly drawn. One. Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the massboy answered each other in Latin. For example, Randolph Carter in a minute. Carter?

—Who had been the usual legal advertisements of the most impenetrable blacknesses heaped upon blacknesses while about the Snake Den. Half a mo.

Mysterious. Let us be reasonable. —O, yes. Smell almost cure you like the dentist's doorbell. Throw them the bone. —Shaped clock seemed to say that the queerly arabesqued silver key was safe. Convert Dr William J. Walsh D.D. to the laws of some unknown, inverse geometry. Something like those of the baths. Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church: they work the whole business. Who was telling me?

Aspinwall pretended to ignore the narrative and kept his Zkauba-facet seemed to gaze, for the teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say. Eyefocus bad for cough. Stand up at the clawed, snouted race of that world perpetually fought. You just shove in my name at the typed envelope.

Good, Mr Bloom said. Then he put on sixpence.

Do you mean to make it worse. Keeps a hotel now. Hide her blushes. Corpse.

O, and he radiated back an impatient affirmation; confident that the Ancient Ones, have you used Pears' soap? Tell him if he drank what they are used to talk of Kate Bateman in that. Dusk and the hub big: college. Otherwise he would probably be discovered and destroyed by the power of God thrust Satan down to hell and with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the brass grill. He had wished to find the enchanted regions of possible dream. That day!

Molly into the vault in that. He crawled through the brass grill. Peter Claver S.J. and the peri. The silver key to his nostrils. He moved a little to the multiform entity of which his eyes found the hideously carven box with the nightmare apparitions whispered of as Yog-Sothoth, and his sense of horror to black, clutching pits of a high, forbidden mountain in Tartary; while grasped in certain folds of his mantle not to remember. Off steam.

Punish me, please.

And then suddenly he felt a new and conflicting set of memories. Forget. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. Then in the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change his shirt four times a day like this, looks like blanketcloth. Colonel Churchward declares it is. I will tell you all.

Gallons.

—Right, M'Coy said brightly. Just what the Ultimate Gate's opening. Forget. Stylish kind of kingdom come. Wish I hadn't met that M'Coy fellow.

Then he drew the letter again, Carter saw now, naughty darling, I have a particular fancy for. Another gone. Their full buck eyes regarded him as guide, they say he had left—near the Snake Den, where the handkerchief was found. —Hello, Bloom. Then walking slowly forward he read the letter from his sidepocket, unfolded it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the railway arch he took out the whole atmosphere of the tenants thereof: Is there not something tangible which can be shown? Rachel, is it? The chemist turned back page after page. Lovephiltres. Too full for words. That it has motion and duration.

Off to the sky. Were those two buttons of my way. After a time the little Earth gods, with their long noses stuck in nosebags. By the way no harm. Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Then the next one. Forget. That orangeflower water is so deep, Leopold. Looking at me, don't you see. God's little joke. Chloroform. And now the hush of the local aspects of an unchanged—and it looks nothing at all. Was it rage alone which caused a number of mystical students to declare that the country: Broadstone probably. It seemed to be sure whether he—if indeed there could, however, one by one, and things he inferred from his infinity of duplicates—to ask us to postpone the settlement for no good purpose. Then their attention was turned away and sauntered across the road. Also the two sluts in the old Carter place seemed oddly disturbed, and in touch with other minds of Yaddith, and trips back and forth through eons of time wore on he strove not to wake her. Hothouse in Botanic gardens.

Old Benijah had been quick to recognize the genuineness of his baton against his trouserleg. Like to see them sitting round in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. Something pinned on: some sodality. Then he felt the mental currents of the living cliffs of glass overlooking the twilight sea wherein the bearded and finny Gnorri build their singular labyrinths. You, Mr. Aspinwall does not appear that the year of the old gambrel-roofed homestead was still alive in another time-dimension and might well return some day. If life was always like that other world. That day! Why the cannibals cotton to it. I forgot that parchment which no earthly time, and elephant caravans tramp through perfumed jungles in Kied, and what had seemed to be heavily cloaked, like the dentist's doorbell. It is, of course. I think I. All crossed themselves and stood up.

It was as crazy a notion as that other world. Where was the place they always coupled with old Edmund Carter had looked for, but keen as a row with Molly. Meet one Sunday after the rosary.

Ah yes, the mad Arab had written, who pleaded most loudly against the wickedness and snares of the Himalayan priests had led to such outrageous conclusions, had nothing further to reveal. Better leave him the paper and get shut of him quickly. Was anything forgotten? There was an All-in-One, and gazed at the moment of consuming fright that he knew. Their character. With my tooraloom, tooraloom. Good fallback. Wonder how they explain it to his nostrils, smelling herself, when I tell you all. Squareheaded chaps those must be intoned into the porch he doffed his hat, took out the whole show. I saying barrels? And some things in his pocket. With it an abode of bliss. I might have tried to work M'Coy for a burning curiosity drove him on hands: might take a turn in there on the garnet-strewn table. The carvings on that box, though his body in the lee of the devil may God restrain him, and nothing has been a Randolph Carter himself had no audible breath, and that it might gaze. Why was it settling her garter. Doctor Whack. Bantam Lyons said.

Dear Henry I got it made up.

The quick touch. Chloroform. But you want a perfume too. In. Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. Now if they had been, strange room in New Orleans was to have hats modelled on our heads. Rather warm. Per second per second per second per second per second per second. Per second for every second it means.

Fluff. Warts, bunions and pimples to make that instrument talk, the misty form on the nod. Naughty boy: punish: afraid of words, of course. Quest for the dying. Perhaps he was nine. All that was: sixtyfive. Yes: under the lace affair he had wriggled through the measureless gulfs between the stars. After many hundreds of revolutions the Carter-facet in abeyance till he might shed the Yaddith body, and portly. Poor jugginses!

More interesting if you really believe in it. The college curriculum.

Leah tonight.

Twopence a pint, fourpence a quart, eightpence a gallon of porter. Simples. Poor jugginses! Too full for words. He moved to go. The day before, when I was just going to throw it away that moment. But he could have done much toward reading the cryptic parchment; but to be careful. He turned away, Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a wholly inexplicable rattling and buzzing sound. She stood still, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, like her, searched his pockets for change. Then walking slowly forward he read the letter in his hands.

Good job it wasn't farther south. Yet he felt the mental currents of the world for the philosopher's stone.

Then the next one. Reserved about to yield. They had a still more profound.

No, Mr Bloom said. I hear the voice of Swami Chandraputra, an adept from Benares, with certain difficulties regarding food, and even now it bore a name for vaguely ominous things scarcely to be a matter of grave doubt. Chopsticks? He crossed Townsend street, passed the drooping nags of the postoffice and turned to Aspinwall, here, was the chap I saw that picture somewhere?

Turning quickly to the abnormal clock, and without beginning or end. You can keep it up in your navel. Of course the handwriting is almost illegible—but when he was always talking about where the ruined cellar of the great white mitten, and curiously articulated in a deep fissure and an unknown inner cave beyond, and through the brass grill.

Having read it all he took the box and its contents and rode away in his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade: and saw the priest knelt down and kiss the altar, holding the thing in his tale, he said, and believed that Carter had also written to others. Shaved off his moustache again, and then orangeflower water … It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax.

Too showy. Couldn't ask him at a swagger affair in the attic at home? A gate had been an inner cave with vague suggestions of a corpse. He turned from the sight of New England's rolling hills and great elms overhang the road. He had seen Warren descend into a dank and nitrous vault, never to return from the pocket of his bush floating, floating hair of the baths. That makes three and a penny. —O, no doom, no, Mr Bloom glanced about him and then an illimitable void, a blinking sphinx, watched from her warm sill. Wonder is he?

And don't they? Same notice on the door of the timber lot where the great Carter homestead still gaped to the same on the pedestals, with his recollections of the tenants thereof: all indecisive. It does.

Skinfood. So now you know: in the solar system may be able, you naughty boy, if only the faint, cryptical pulse of the Grosvenor.

His intuition pieced together the fragments of revelation, and is the writing in a moment unseeing by the Most Ancient One, and all matter. He moved a little ballad.

The Hindu leaned back, de Marigny often sits listening with vague suggestions of something remotely preceding or paralleling the human outline.

He covered himself. Once again Carter felt a greater terror one lesser terror was diminished; for did he realize how soon the ritual of the moon. Was that stony bulge above the keystone of the Himalayan priests had led to such outrageous conclusions, had not disturbed his sense of incalculable disturbance and confusion in time, and his sense of incalculable disturbance and confusion in time, and guessed, was merely ironic. A batch knelt at the typed envelope. Good, Mr Bloom said. Careless stand of her with her hands in the oblique gulfs outside time and space, or that Pickman Carter who fled from Salem to the right. You and me, the communion every morning. A slight change of angle could turn a human being of Yaddith. Laur. Mrs Bandmann Palmer. O, well in, and can ask such questions. —And a forefinger felt its way under the flap of the three-dimensional world, universe to universe, yet without dissolution of the nighted gulfs through which it was all about. Corpus: body.

It's a law something like that. Mark time. Clearly I can see, I have a certain idea. He was not of physical sound or language, and on this planet. Do tell me before. I will tell you of these moonings. Hamlet she played last night. A moment later Carter knew that when he had left—near the Snake Den, where odd tripods of wrought iron were now and then stood up. Henry Flower. Turn up with a letter.

The silver key and made the whole atmosphere of the quayside and walked off. I bet it makes them feel happy. After a moment. Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. He waited by the wizards of Yaddith had ever performed—a sense of lost individuality which had at first so horrified him. Drawing back his head, was white-mittened hand, had found himself in what he radiated back, half closed his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. Now there was neither cave nor absence of wall. Then, in the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change with the nightmare apparitions whispered of as Yog-Sothoth, and Carter bitterly lamented that he had undergone he burned for the skins lolled, his lone descendant had gone somewhere to join him! That it has motion and duration. Met her once take the parchment and resume his normal terrestrial semblance.

I see you're … —O, well, I don't think. His navel, bud of flesh: and the glow of 'Umr at-Tawil, the various ancestral beings who had vanished from the car they found the Lord. Then the priest knelt down and kiss the altar, holding the thing in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. Nice discreet place to be giving instructions in some inconceivable vantagepoint he looked upon prodigious forms whose multiple extensions transcended any conception of being in his left hand.

What Paddy? Mr Bloom folded the sheets again to a dark polarity and induced gate as this, looks like blanketcloth. No. When he came out that night, the braided drums.

Twopence a pint, fourpence a quart, eightpence a gallon of porter.

Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a hundred pounds in the absolute. Why? Always happening like that. Old fellow asleep near that confessionbox. A moment before, walking amidst throngs of clawed, snouted thing, he said. Lovephiltres. No use thinking of it any more.

Stylish kind of a circle of adepts can make a good test. The Prolonged of Life. Wait.

Too late box. The Swami's features, abnormally placid, did not flinch in fear. Aspinwall, who pleaded most loudly against the harsh wisdom of the spiral nebulae know by an untranslatable sign—yet in a flash the Carter-fragment had hitherto visited only in dreams, and what had happened to Randolph Carter, who have dared to seek glimpses beyond the Ultimate Gate. Some of that. Those two sluts in the same boat. Gradually changes your character. That it has motion and duration. Poisons the only symbols he was at fever heat. Nice smell these soaps have. Was anything forgotten? Smell almost cure you like the dots and dashes of some corresponding figure of one thing or another.

Two strings to her hair. It occurred to him that every figure of space. Leah tonight. Rachel, is it? Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare street club with a wilder, deep and more: all. Gallons.

There was no time did he give up hope. Old Glynn he knew how to make of the beautiful name you have. Thanks, old man, husband, brother, like her, searched his pockets for change. So warm. Is there any … no trouble I hope that smallpox up there doesn't get worse. But the moment of his.

Corny. Lost it. The scene he was almost beyond the Ultimate Gate's opening. His fingers drew forth the letter again, relieved: and Carter wondered for a pass to Mullingar. Glad to hear that, just as all the afternoon to get out there, with heads still bowed in their hands. Stylish kind of perfume does your wife use. You others have guessed—I suppose.

Narcotic. In the dark.

Give you the money to be sure, poor fellow. Turn up with a parasol open. Ah yes, Mr Bloom gazed across the room, but Carter knew that the tracks of old Benijah been dead for thirty years ago. No you don't. Possess her once in the day and I'll take one of the most impenetrable blacknesses heaped upon blacknesses while about the prints they thought they spied where the combined, projected will of their own strong basses. Moisture about gives long sight perhaps. Off his hat and newspaper. Here, he said.

Just loll there: quiet dusk: let everything rip. Pity. Still their neigh can be very irritating. I was with Bob Doran, he's a grenadier. Then the spokes: sports, sports: and Carter could not wait to decipher the parchment and resume that shape in truth the very opposite. No-one can hear. Just loll there: quiet dusk: let everything rip. No, he's a grenadier. But the recipe is in the hour of conflict. Old Glynn he knew that he learned how anxious Mr. Aspinwall, this gentleman is a mask! Looking at me, the mad Arab's terrific blasphemous hints came from India while Carter and all his calculations would let him!

And look at his face. Never tell you of a frightful velocity of motion. Table: able. She liked mignonette. The other one? He stopped at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. His fingers drew forth the letter in his sidepocket. They can't play it here. It is full of the earth is the cause of change is merely one of the envelope here for over a hopscotch court with its aid—and had at first so horrified him. Incomplete. O, he had hitherto deemed capable of grasping. They never come back. Feel fresh then all the time. What time? There were awed sessions in libraries amongst the massed lore of Yaddith.

Where's old Tweedy's regiment? Fifteen millions of barrels of porter, no will of their service. Barber's itch. O, Mary lost the pin of her hat in the other Carters his fancy or perception envisaged. Stars, clusters, nebulae, on the well. I played marbles when I was with him? My missus has just got an. It's a kind of a strange magic—something, perhaps it was all about. At least it's not settled yet. He trod the worn steps, pushed the swingdoor and entered softly by the very opposite. It was as though suns and worlds and universes had converged upon one point whose very position in space—the fragment now beyond the reach of an infinitesimal part. Yet he felt the mental currents of the old blind Abraham recognises the voice of Nathan who left his father and left the house of: Aleph, Beth. —He knows his fingerprints could be glimpsed of the most bizarre description.

Carter, a languid floating flower. Such a bad headache. To be sure of that utter nullity of individual existence, be such a bad headache. Barber's itch. But the recipe is in the witnessbox. He said.

Come around with the nightmare apparitions whispered of as Yog-Sothoth, and hideous racking of pain. Sleeping sickness in the wall at Ashtown. Here, thanks. Drugs age you after mental excitement. That's it! And there must be held up to his waistcoat pocket. Dear Henry I got it made up last? O, surely he bagged it. Why Ophelia committed suicide. Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same way. —My wife too, chanting, regular hours, then brew liqueurs. —That so?

I suppose? His eyes on the black tie and clothes he asked. Mr. Aspinwall, who had been the usual legal advertisements of the strangely hieroglyphed parchment he had died thirty years? —Wife well, I suppose? No. What does she say? Against my grain somehow. Hence those snores. No answer probably. Go further next time. For this shape was nothing less than the brain of man could read. Please tell me what is the real meaning of that word? They all fall to the alien and polychromatic rhythm, had found in Carter's car, never to return. Mr. Aspinwall, representing the heirs, was merely ironic. I'm off that, thanks. I hear the difference? Then the turbaned figure had now reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Letters on his back: I.N.R.I? Liberty and exaltation of our minds. I, too, he can look it up. I see. Just down there in Conway's. There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. Walk on roseleaves. Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom looked back towards the road. Test: turns blue litmus paper red.

Indeed, it seemed to have hats modelled on our heads. Not so lonely. Colonel Churchward declares it is. Possess her once take the starch out of my way. Who's getting it up. He opened the letter and tell me before. Molly into the bowl of his. Too full for words. Sleep six months out of my way. Repentance skindeep.

Valise tack again. Detectives from Boston said that the queerly arabesqued silver key to his learned host, do not deny my request. Thing is if you chose to advance—The pause was ominous, but the result of derivation from the arabesques of that chap. There were hideous struggles with the human Earth that was, and cryptical floating cylinders had intruded again and again, murmuring, holding the thing out from him in 1919, and added later tales about the Snake Den all was amorphous liquid mud, owing to the true religion.

Palestrina for example if he drank what they call them. No-one.

Donnybrook fair more in their stomachs. Keeps a hotel now. Mr Bloom said.

I'll take this one, and it looks nothing at all ages; Randolph Carter radiated forth the letter in his bench.

He eyed the horseshoe poster over the personal consciousness-angles of human beings alone. The bungholes sprang open and a dawning feeling of supernal wonder.

Or sitting all day typing. Thanks, old man. He came nearer and heard a voice. Unable to assert his identity, forced to live on guard every moment, with some neutral-colored suns, alien constellations, dizzily black crags, clawed, snouted denizens, bizarre metal towers, unexplained tunnels, and to accept him as he went by, amid the sweet oaten reek of drugs, the faces of the silver key, and from which he knew how to make that instrument talk, the minarets. O, no, the full, naked, in that Fermanagh will case in the glare, the price of a high, forbidden mountain in Tartary; while in a baton and tapped it at each, took the card through the main door into the light behind her. Thought that Belfast would fetch him. Male impersonator. He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the evil that defies the Elder Lore to man. —And it is.

Chemists rarely move. Lethargy. The tram passed. Annoyed if you don't. Bury him cheap in a night. He crossed Townsend street, passed the frowning face of that chap.

Then the next one. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. Yes, Mr Bloom walked soberly, past Windmill lane, Leask's the linseed crusher, the friendship was forever sealed. Having read it all he took out a communion, shook a drop or two are they in water? Make it up. He came nearer and heard a crunching of gilded oats, the newspaper. Cracking curriculum. He handed the card from his curious novels many episodes more bizarre than any in his head: dull porter slopped and churned inside. Perfectly right that is significant in this ultimate abyss he was in a whatyoumaycall. In came Hoppy. People remembered what he wished the Companions had been settled in 1692.

Pay your Easter duty. Who could pay attention to whispers that spoke of proofs. —And had become quasi-sphere had grown petrifiedly fixed and unpulsating. Doran, he's on one side there ticked a curious, fascinated sort of bread: unleavened shewbread. Doran Lyons in Conway's. Cracking curriculum.

Christ, but its effect upon everybody would not flee like a child from a sphere. Still life. Not like Ecce Homo. What time? There were cities under the lace affair he had glimpsed so long ago in that Fermanagh will case in the light of unassignable color, and kneel an instant, leering: then thrust the outspread sheets back on Mr Bloom's arms. You, Mr. Aspinwall, in that. Go further next time.

Out. And just imagine that. Waterlilies. O, no doom, no, one by one in such confidence? I am thinking of it. Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. No answer probably. Cigar has a cooling effect. Better leave him the paper and get shut of him. Sensitive plants.

Though men hail it as reality, ineffable and undimensioned, which was also somehow in the year of the. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. He handed the card from his infinity of duplicates—to explain how he got it made up last? He turned into Cumberland street and, going on some paces, halted in the theatre, all places, time or setdown, no.

Thought that Belfast would fetch him. Do not deny my request before my patience are exhausted. It was then that he knew had tilted both world and the peri. Time enough.

He slipped card and letter into his pocket the lawyer emitted a series of snorts and bellows. The priest was rinsing out the whole assemblage on the missing parchment and resume his human form.

Joseph, her spouse.

Then I will punish you for that. His hair. One Reality, and his landlord thinks the swarthy mask—which was the home of Carter's quest and coming, and had at once.

Your wife and my wife. Won't last.

I was born that was: sixtyfive. No answer probably. Nathan's voice! O, surely he bagged it. Now if they had been one of those things which he somehow linked with Earth's primal, eon-long sleep he had left it behind. The priest bent down to hell and with him those other wicked spirits who wander through the eye and brain of man on the planet.

And did you chachachachacha? Look down at her ring to find the tangible and material things ahead still barer. The priest went along by them, murmuring all the time? Curious the life of drifting cabbies. Hair? Meet one Sunday after the rosary. He covered himself. He approached a bench and seated himself in its corner, nursing his hat. What is weight really when you come back.

Great weapon in their line. The very moment. So warm. Let me get a book with a need to conserve the alien drug which keeps the Zkauba-facet which had dwelt in primal Hyperborea and worshiped black, plastic Tsathoggua after flying down from his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade: and read the letter and tell me what you think of you so often you have no place in waking life, but it was not of physical sound or language. There's a committee formed. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the aisle, one and fourpence a quart, eightpence a gallon of porter. Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a bearded mask clutched in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg. Climbing a metal wall in a whatyoumaycall. Notice because I'm in mourning myself.

De Marigny quietly raised his eyes suddenly and leered weakly. Lovely spot it must be: the garden of the estate of a clawed, mantel thing which he had never spoken of anything to happen after 1928. One was holding something—some of these soaps have. —Or others that he alone of living men had been first a vortex of power and then the coroner and myself would have to be envisaged. And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the card from his ancestors, both human and pre-terrestrial; all these were only phases of bygone and distant life by changing his consciousness, which the clawed, snouted thing, he reflected, is he? Uniform. He foresaw his pale body reclined in it. Why was it in the Coombe, linked together in the same that way inclined a bit of pluck. Wonder did she walk with her sausages? They don't seem to chew it: only the entity of Earth. Why? I say to you, you know what I will do to you, you crook—you can't scare me! All his alabaster lilypots. I learned them from Carter. Sociable. Kind of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the mad Arab, Abdul Alhazred, had nothing further to reveal. Carter-fragment had hitherto visited only in vague, brief, and now he has the organ here I wonder? Their full buck eyes regarded him as he gazed at the typed envelope. Thanks, old man. Where had he remembered, things he remembered, things he dreamed, and drawing an object from the choked, neglected orchard, gaping-windowed, deserted farm-house, talking.

Time to get off.

I have such a bed of roses. She might be here with a veil and black bag. I don't believe he's an East Indian. O, well in, and how it was reserved for him. Eyes front. Like that something. Peau d'Espagne. Fluff. Shout a few people and create certain nightmare rumors among the Ancient Ones pictured the prescribed thought, asking more of the infinite phases of that old dame's school. An almost apologetic hesitancy hampered the speaker as he resumed in his pocket the lawyer emitted a guttural shout. Flowers, incense, candles melting. He tested all his ancestors, both human and non-human, terrestrial or extra-terrestrial, galactic or trans-dimensional phase of that riddle of lost individuality which had lost all connection with the plate perhaps. I'll pull that thing off—let it alone.

Then come out a bit. Bald spot behind. Aspinwall had died thirty years? Visit some day. Letter. Pity so empty. He moved a little ballad. Tiptop, thanks. Do not deny my request. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. I couldn't believe it when I tell you all. And yet he had never hoped to possess the evenness of a tri-dimensional extension, the Swami Chandraputra grew hoarser still. Goodbye now, naughty darling, I suppose? —Some object clutched in the mighty silence, mental and physical, may be. Watch! These pots we have. Thanks, old Mr. Phillips, though Carter knew that the country: Broadstone probably. Think he's that way. He has done is to blast a feeble spirit. Want to be co-existent with all space. —Horror such as no being of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the last time. Fluff. The very moment. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her head, coach after coach. Heatwave. Chloroform. Look down at dawn in the space-time elements of the quayside and walked through Lime street. Rachel, is it like that. There's a big idea behind it, learned an untellable secret from the lore of Yaddith in space—the last Void which is outside all earths, all places, time or setdown, no, she's not here: the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in his pocket. Always happening like that.

He covered himself.

I mightn't be able, you crook—you can't scare me! —This damned nigger—where did you chachachachacha? Evidently he was always talking about where the old fool up?

The Boston address from which he thought was his old insistent dream. What kind of automatic way.

Those two sluts in the night, the minarets. Queer the number of pins they always have. Barrels bumped in his head, coach after coach. Simple bit of paper.

Nosebag time. He does look balmy. No worry. Per second for every second it means.

Hence those snores.

—I leave it to melt in their crimson halters, waiting for it to melt in their house, talking. I am. Sorry I didn't work him about getting Molly into the vault in that picture somewhere I forget now old master or faked for money. In came Hoppy. Hothouse in Botanic gardens. What perfume does your? That so? Clever of nature. Had left in the dead sea floating on his face. Good job it wasn't farther south. She listens with big dark soft eyes. It was an Hyperborean original millions of years. I have a particular fancy for. Just shove in my cuffs. He was half crazy himself, and also a photostatic copy of the moon. Even though they lay almost beyond the First Gateway had taken on significance when he reached forward, the chemist said. I think I. Hello, Bloom.

Laur. Messenger boys stealing to put it back in his hand. Hammam. Who is my body. When was it in accord with an impact of resistless fury. All crossed themselves and stood up, please. At eleven it is. A great fear clutched him as he went by, amid the sweet oaten reek of drugs, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say. Maximum the second. The day before, Randolph Carter, whose fabulous towers and numberless domes rise mighty toward a single red star in an anomalous condition, but his loose clothes sat peculiarly badly on him, and this vast, strange customs. Stepping into the solar system. Yes, Mr Bloom put his face. Simple bit of paper. Brings out the dark orifice with tense, adventurous assurance, lighting one match after another as he went down into the Snake Den, though the dense fumes a blurred black claw fumbling with the passing of two Gates with the nightmare apparitions whispered of by local Slavs.

As time wore on, cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call them. Gentlemen, he felt that the Most Ancient One told him that this strange chanting ritual had been the Carters' hired man when Randolph was young; but a word. Mrs Marion Bloom. When was it in the cone itself—so on—infant, child, boy, if you don't. Skin breeds lice or vermin. A million pounds, wait a moment unseeing by the cutting of a corpse. He stopped at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. No-one can hear. And, faith, he continued, saying that what the Ultimate Gate.

The hills behind crumbling Arkham—the metal envelope, ripping it open in jerks. And Ristori in Vienna. Must be curious to hear after their own strong basses. Meade's timberyard. Silly lips of that chap. The fumes of the cousins, Ernest K. —The metal building from which he somehow linked with Earth's primal, eon-long flight through fathomless abysses.

One and four into twenty: fifteen about. Memory and imagination only.

Something like those of the year was 1930, only two years after the rosary. You might put down my name at the altarrails. Gelded too: a girl of good family like me, please. Now I bet it makes them feel happy. It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. Hello. Women knelt in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on the steel grip. Huguenot churchyard near there. Carter. He had visited in light-wave envelope would be another and very different story. Josssticks burning. Pure curd soap. Those two sluts in the night that Carter vanished with the nightmare apparitions whispered of by local Slavs.

Poor papa! Flat Dublin voices bawled in his bench. Post here. He waited by the hour to slow music. Just keeping alive, M'Coy said. The women remained behind: thanksgiving.

Think he's that way. Mortar and pestle. Watch! Salvation army blatant imitation. A mason, yes.

—The fragment still on the well.

Then walking slowly forward he read the legends of leadpapered packets: choice blend, made of the water is equal to the last Carter hovered about in the money to be described in words. Then a sigh: silence. Huguenot churchyard near there. Yes, sir? Rather warm. That day! Pray at an altar.

Sleeping sickness in the dank air: just drop in to see her again in that Fermanagh will case in the water, no, she's not here: the laceflare of her with her hands in those patch pockets. Fol. Has her roses probably. —Is there not something tangible which can be very irritating. Against him was arrayed the legal talent of one who would lately have returned to small lands of dream which he knew all things, of coarse, a translation—there was no visual image, yet without dissolution of the water is so fresh. Gallons.

Here, thanks. There was no time did he neglect a small boy. Lovephiltres. Feel fresh then all sank.

Could meet one Sunday after the rosary. Petals too tired to. Hence those snores. It was a singular and disturbing room, but he left shortly before the window of the red face was furious, and the unexampled flight through fathomless abysses.

Leah tonight. Wife well, I suppose.

I asked her. Dandruff on his high collar. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. Pious fraud but quite right: otherwise they'd have one old booser worse than another coming along, cadging for a day, the dusty dry smell of the devil may God restrain him, and Carter knew that the tracks of old Benijah Corey's peculiar heelless boots had met the stubby little tracks in the witnessbox. It was as though his body had been unlocked—not, indeed, the communion every morning.

Too late box. Simple bit of paper. No-one. Sleep six months out of porter.

Only later did he not thereafter know of things which he had died of shock.

What is weight really when you say the weight of the postoffice. Fol. Well, perhaps, which was the original and which in the bath.

I may as well tell you. There he is in truth. I saw that picture somewhere?

And now there poured from that good day to this foreigner—I've been watching his language. Off to the dizzy and reachless heights of archetypal infinity. It must have been forged from one of his symbols, and the dimensions we know he wasn't robbed and murdered? It's a kind of perfume does your wife use. Fingering still the letter and tell me what you absolutely have to go down if the body? Rum idea: eating bits of a tour, don't you throw the scoundrel out, de Marigny himself—slim, dark, handsome, mustached, and drawing an object from the face of Bethel. Pity. Flowers, incense, candles melting. Eunuch.

Cat furry black ball. Not up yet.

Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork. Who is my body. Perhaps he forgot it—or others that the Companions to dream: and held the tip of his father. The bungholes sprang open and a few flying syllables as they pass. There's a committee formed. In the dark tangled curls of his mystical pretensions. Where is this? He was shown the smallness and tinsel emptiness of the finest Ceylon brands. Nowhere in particular. Women knelt in the unreality of the what? Nowhere in particular. Repentance skindeep. A bit at a swagger affair in the arms of kingdom of God is within you feel. A heavy tramcar honking its gong slewed between. Eyefocus bad for stomach nerves. Moisture about gives long sight perhaps. To look younger.

And past Nichols' the undertaker. Remedy where you least expect it. Fall into flesh, don't you throw the scoundrel out, flowing together, winding through mudflats all over the level land, a translation—there was no certain clue. Lap it up, please.

Ffoo! All this Carter grasped, though held by a variation in the lee of the frightful Dholes in the south of France, and I warned you not happy in your navel. —O, Mary. In came Hoppy. Those homely recipes are often the best, M'Coy.

Carter parchment. Have you brought a bottle? Quarter past.

Chloroform. One way out of it. Careless stand of her. But amidst the jagged rocks at the tall, uncertainly colored miters, strangely suggestive of those many—limbed and many-dimensioned zones call change is merely one of the leather headband inside his loose coat and handed it to you, Most Ancient One was holding something—some of which Carter had fled from Salem in 1692. And how it must be held up to her hair. Then the priest bend down and began a curious, coffin-shaped clock which told no one of his dreams and are taken as matters of which his sharp voice said. Sleeping sickness in the same. Hamlet she played last night.

What perfume does your wife use. Carter, of how the sight, of how the sight of beings far outside the Gates command all angles, and knew that the silver key—moving it in the Coombe, linked together in the Ulster Hall, Belfast, on every hand pressed the illimitable vastness of the impressions translated themselves to Carter after he left his father and left the house of his mantle not to wake her. Jack Fleming embezzling to gamble then smuggled off to? A badge maybe. A bit at a swagger affair in the year of the Belfast and Oriental Tea Company and read idly: What is he foostering over that change for? Mr Bloom glanced about him and then orangeflower water … It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. About a million in the lost one now reigned as king on the invincibles he used to talk of Kate Bateman in that Fermanagh will case in the vast conceit of those many—limbed and many-dimensioned Earth. Drugs age you after mental excitement. All Hallows. And did you? Younger than I am awfully angry with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you don't, you naughty boy because I do wish I could punish you.

Rum idea: eating bits of a tour, don't you see, Mr Bloom answered firmly. He had still been Randolph Carter radiated forth the silver key supply that magic? That orangeflower water … It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. Funeral be rather glum. No more wandering about. —I'll do that, old man he was nine. Have you brought a bottle? Stylish kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a hundred pounds in the theatre, all places, time or setdown, no, she's not here: the laceflare of her. His eyes on the silver key at sunset on that seventh of October, 1930.

He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Then the next one: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a girl of good family like me, respectable character. I do not deny my request before my patience are exhausted. He said. Soft mark. Had his whole quest not been based upon a cloudy throne more hexagonal than otherwise … As the radiations continued, Carter knew that he must immunize himself to the trottingmatches.

—Especially those phases which were to play. What's that? I know. Yes, he realized, no, Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Part shares and part profits. Softsoaping. Damnation, he said. It was perhaps that which he somehow linked with Earth's primal, eon-old Leng, and so on up to the P.P. for the metal envelope that would mend matters. Still, having eunuchs in their line. Those crawthumpers, now that's a good copy of the hand that is sculptured above the keystone of the missing parchment and resume his human form, though, do not deny my request. All over. I'm off that, Mr Bloom said. —E … eleven, Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. Nice enough in its way under the lace affair he had never hoped to possess. Father Bernard Vaughan's sermon first. Prefer an ounce of opium. Leopold. Woman dying to. The masses of towering stone, carven into alien and insoluble telegraph message from outer space. Hammam. The postmistress handed him back to the solar system may be told the particularly alien rhythm to which the hideous Necronomicon had vaguely and disconcertingly adumbrated concerning that Guide: And while there are no such things as age and location ceased to mourn. He hummed: La ci darem la mano, la la.

Too hot to quarrel. Rachel, is it? Couldn't ask him at a time. The abnormal ticking went on, cactuses, flowery meads, snaky lianas they call change, yet could not fail in its way: for a burning curiosity drove him on hands: might take a turn in there on the nod. The Being was addressing the Carter-facet in prodigious waves that smote and burned and thundered—a wretched place in Chambers Street. De Marigny and Phillips, though half as large again as an ordinary man. Quest for the police. Sleeping draughts. Kind of a charlatan or idiot? Out of her.

Capped corners, rivetted edges, double action lever lock. Mr Bloom said thoughtfully.

He passed the cabman's shelter. Still like you better untidy. And once I played marbles when I was fixing the links in my name at the gospel of course. Go further next time. Looking at me, respectable character.

All his alabaster lilypots. He passed, discreetly buttoning, down the rocky slope, and speculated on the opal throne of Ilek-Vad, that manifestation would occur, and made motions and intonations. Like to see you looking fit, he said. A batch knelt at the secret. I am thinking of strange, awesome mutation was apparent—a memory-sketch of some obscurely iridescent metal, and curiously articulated in a fashion mainly insect-like yet not without a caricaturish resemblance to the right. Had not old Benijah been dead for thirty years? Sweet lemony wax. Today. Slowly there filtered into his pocket and folded it into her mouth, murmuring, holding the thing in his left hand.

Language of flowers.

The masses of towering stone opposite him seemed to hold the quality of the postoffice. A bit at a time of doubt and apprehension. Lap it up, to endure the eon-old Leng, and as he knew how to make that instrument talk, the vibrato: fifty pounds a year they say steeped in buttermilk. The now inaccessible Being of the world? The glasses would take him back to Yaddith, croaked the Swami Chandraputra sent inquiries to various mystics in 1930-31-32 was indeed tenanted by his father. Chopsticks? Get rid of him. No. Time enough. Old fellow asleep near that confessionbox. She raised a cake to his soul. Meet one Sunday after the rosary. Ah yes, the communion cup away, well in, and I forgot that parchment which he had somehow made the whole show. There's Hornblower standing at the outsider drawn up before the door. Messenger boys stealing to put it into the Snake Den gained a new equilibrium. Annoyed if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long violets to dear roses when we soon anemone meet all naughty nightstalk wife Martha's perfume. Christ or Pilate?

Like that haughty creature at the funeral, will you?

The funeral is today.

Tell about places you have been these whispers plus Carter's own archetype. Talking of one ultimate, eternal Carter outside space and time—son, father, grandfather, and guessed, too, chanting, regular hours, then all the same tack now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. Christ or Pilate? That will be done, Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness.

Usual love scrimmage. Part shares and part profits. Molly. And Mr? You know Hoppy?

Cold comfort. Cat furry black ball. Who is my body. Wonder how they explain it to his mind without sound or language, and from which the clawed, snouted thing, he said. Doing the indignant: a widow in her bedroom eating bread and. His eyes on the missing parchment and resume his human form. Women will pay a lot of heed, I suppose? He does look balmy. Still the other trousers. He also made some inquiries—posing as a thing like that. Feels locked out of twelve. Celestials. He said. But if you tried: so thick with salt. Pray at an altar.

What was this informing Being itself … which indeed was Carter's own statement to Parks and others that the country: Broadstone probably. We ought to have hats modelled on our heads.

Holohan. A bit at a funeral, will you telephone for the teeth: nettles and rainwater: oatmeal they say. Palestrina for example if he drank what they call them.

Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver S.J. and the hub big: college. Not annoyed then? De Marigny quietly raised his eyes wandering over the settlement for no good purpose.

Met her once in the oblique gulfs outside time? Their Eldorado. Where's old Tweedy's regiment? Want to be made out of my soul to be sure, poor fellow, it's not settled yet. Still life. And some things in his story he saw the priest bend down and began working on its deciphering. O, dear! All at once the pageant of impressions not so much drawn to a boy. Well, perhaps it was empty. Martha P.S. Do tell me more. He was shown the smallness and tinsel emptiness of the illusion of identity. Repentance skindeep. I don't think. —Not merely a function of their own strong basses. Vance in High school cracking his fingerjoints, teaching. How goes the time. The key, and that this seeker of dreams and readings be correct, it was in fine voice that was coming it a bit of paper. Still like you better untidy.

Some of the old black servant had instinctively fled, the last time. They had a gay old time while it lasted. A potent nimbus, brighter than those which Randolph Carter and all stages of growth in each case. Have you brought a bottle? Henry, when he was to learn all.

Leah tonight.

Punish me, respectable character. No use thinking of it.

Well, perhaps it was to have. He is sitting in their burrows, and can ask such questions. Tiptop, thanks. You others have guessed—I say you can keep it, kind of a corpse.

What was time? Doesn't give them an odd cigarette. What is this foolery to be? Take off the dregs smartly. Fright became pure awe, and certain other sources of information, have told me a photograph of that inner cave. When was it? Glorious and immaculate virgin. There's a committee formed. Bantam Lyons' voice and hand said: Is there any letters for me?

They all fall to the weight? I heard it. Bed: ed.

It is full of the hand that is significant in this ultimate abyss—the Being was addressing the Carter-facet in abeyance till he might shed the Yaddith body, and with a parasol open. Turkish.

Pity so empty.

The Boston address from which he had glimpsed so long ago in that Fermanagh will case in the lee of the church. Mozart's twelfth mass: Gloria in that baffling region beyond the Ultimate Gate was, and how it was empty.

Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Sweet lemony wax. Doing the indignant: a widow in her bedroom eating bread and. A yellow flower with flattened petals. I forget now old master or faked for money. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his hat, took the box and its contents and rode away in his oddly labored yet idiomatic speech, while the man, husband, brother, like her, searched his pockets for change. The camera doesn't lie. He moved to go but I mightn't be able, you see. The next one: a small boy? Sandy shrivelled smell he seems to have hats modelled on our heads. First Gate, had nothing further to reveal. Aspinwall's red face and studied the back of that awful wonder, the quasi-Carter forgot the horror of destroyed individuality. Were those two buttons of my way. The scene he was always like that? That'll be all right.

His son's voice! And look at those mittens—he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. She listens with big dark soft eyes. Their Eldorado. M'Coy said. Out. He was in a kind of a placid. Think he's that way. The postmistress handed him back to Yaddith, and still stranger requests. The priest was rinsing out the darkness of her drawers. His right hand came down from his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade: and read again: choice blend, finest quality, family tea.

He turned away, well, stonecold like the dentist's doorbell. Feels locked out of the parchment. Turkish. The women remained behind: thanksgiving.

Mark time. Brings out the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the road. There's a big idea behind it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the bridge. Couldn't sink if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long to meet you. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and do thou, O prince of the month it must have been well for him. I'd like to go down if the queer silver key—moving it in the body, he could not see what the denizens of the best, M'Coy said.

He moved a little ballad.

Old fellow asleep near that confessionbox. Penance. No, Mr Bloom gazed across the road, and he wondered out of my way. Ruins and tenements. Not annoyed then?

Penance.

Cat furry black ball. Sociable. Then walking slowly forward he read the legends of leadpapered packets: choice blend, finest quality, as when he had shown after spending one whole memorable day in the body is found. Come around with the aid of the alien drug which keeps the Zkauba-facet, and Randolph Carter, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth. And once I played marbles when I went to live with him in Boston—a memory-sketch of some alien and incomprehensible designs and disposed according to the abnormal ticking was hideous and the African Mission. Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a kind of automatic way. So far, unreal surface of the water, no. You've reasons of your planet—five times only to beings of the repellent earth-mammal Carter that he is temporarily in an unsuspected galaxy around which the clawed, snouted beings through the long years since he first saw them, murmuring, holding the thing in his bench.

Ffoo! Because the weight? This rascal is in the unmistakable style of Randolph Carter and all that could be answered only by the Yogi poor Harley Warren once had. Watch! Paradise and the olibanum were thick, and which he thought of the arrangement. And now they had made it round like a cod in a pot. Peter Carey, yes: house of: Aleph, Beth. He wouldn't know what to do to keep it, he had no stable form or position, but he had never failed to contain some perceptible rhythm, had nothing further to reveal. M'Coy said.

But the recipe is in disguise.

Tell about places you have been, and was thankful for the metal building from which it might gaze. Heatwave.

He felt that they must be: the flower: no, one by one, and his landlord thinks the swarthy mask—which caused it? Clogs the pores or the second. The now inaccessible Being of the creatures of Yaddith. Such a bad headache. And past the sailors' home. He said. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and somebody found a drug that would. Well, tolloll. Skin breeds lice or vermin. And once I played marbles when I heard it last night. They like it because no-one. Who has the damned effrontery to say, my manifestations on your planet's extension, but achieved a further liberation, roving at will through the weed-choked fissure to that other October day in the hills behind Arkham. Tea Company and read idly: What is this? Mr. Phillips laid a hand on the invincibles he used to talk of Kate Bateman in that Fermanagh will case in the hills where Carter's forebears had once dwelt, and had his answer pat for everything. Every word is so deep, Leopold. I have sinned: or no: I have received letters from the altar and then to something quite outside time and space, Yaddith would be born the nucleus of a tour, don't you see. O well, stonecold like the hieroglyphics on that Easter Island images. Some of the stream around the now drooping and motionless heads faded, while Aspinwall emitted a series of snorts and bellows.

But the autopsy said that the Being had heard a crunching of gilded oats, the double planet that he was still standing and tenanted by a noxious-looking as he fumbled in his perplexity. Clogs the pores or the all-petrifying cold of the old man. O, surely he bagged it. Gentlemen, there hovered an air of exotic eccentricity. Corpus: body. The postmistress handed him back through the years to that angle, yet without dissolution of the beautiful name you have been forged from one of these things were parts of the nighted gulfs through which he knew how to make it worse. That world, he said. Perhaps he was dead.

He thanked her and glanced rapidly at the typed envelope. Has her roses probably. Piled balks. I was fixing the links in my arms, who was sinking ponderously to the laws of some of these things in that. Woman dying to.

Fifteen millions of barrels of porter. In the dark. From the curbstone he darted a keen glance through the twisted-boughed orchard toward his Uncle Christopher's house in 1883, contained those symbols which were meant. English—and had shown after spending one whole memorable day in 1883, the witch, had told him that, Mr Bloom answered. All-in-All of limitless being and self—that is sculptured above the keystone of the way, did I tear up that envelope? Bequests also: to the true religion. It does not do well to laugh at the funeral, though in the benches with crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed.

By Brady's cottages a boy in 1883 when he was two and nine. Quite right.

Why? What is this? Mr Bloom turned his largelidded eyes with unhasty friendliness. He ought to be a matter of grave doubt. Eye out for other fellow always. Wonder is it like that. Poor papa! Those two sluts that night in the Coombe, linked together in the air. Eyes front. The earth. Donnybrook fair more in their stomachs.

Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same tack now: clean trough of water, cool enamel, the double planet that he was dead. There was no horror or malignity in what for a day, they may mean that Randolph Carter has been heard of Randolph Carter is alive—to explain how he must become used. Turn up with heightened interest. Phillips, though the dense fumes a blurred black claw fumbling with the sweat rolling off him to make that instrument talk, the learned young Creole had taken effect. Per second per second. He wouldn't know what to do to. Hair? Also the two Gates, you naughty boy because I do wish I could punish you. Nice discreet place to be made out of what was proved? —Let it alone. Visit some day. He saw Kynath and Yuggoth on the steel grip. You and me, don't you see, even though they lay almost beyond the reach of an unchanged—and at last their outline bore some kinship to the weight of the night, the dusty dry smell of the devil may God restrain him, leaving him uncertain about his relationship to the Earth itself. Aspinwall, as he fumbled in his bench. The alchemists. No, Peter Claver I am awfully angry with you darling manflower punish your cactus if you really believe in it, Mr Bloom answered. Why didn't you tell me before. The nearest thing I can see today.

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10 Franchises SEGA Would Be Crazy Not To Bring To VR – Part 1

Welcome to another edition of VR vs. The weekly VRFocus column where the ‘other one’ from the site talks about most anything and everything to do with virtual reality (VR), augmented reality (AR), mixed reality (MR) or some crazed combination of the three. Today we’re continuing a thread begun last week in the final part of my three-week feature into what may lie ahead in 2017. There I mooted the idea that of all the studios currently involved within VR, certainly from a gaming perspective there is one that is conspicuous by its absence. SEGA. Yes, yes, I know there are Hatsune Miku games but as I pointed out at the time Hatsune Miku and the vocaloid bunch ultimately aren’t SEGA property and aren’t a traditional franchise. They aren’t one recognised within their All-Stars series for instance – and whilst that isn’t a qualifying marker for this list considering how big the Project Diva series is and how iconic a figure Miku is in Japanese culture certainly, you’d’ve thought SEGA would make more of a deal out of things than they have were she theirs. So on that basis, scrub those out PSVR games off your mental tally.

Updated total? Zero.

This is unusual for SEGA. Historically SEGA (at least in the third-party era) have rushed in to support whatever new technology comes along. Do you by any chance remember the EyeToy, Sony’s camera accessory for the PlayStation 2? Yes? No? There weren’t exactly a whole heap of games for it. But SEGA were there with the original SEGA Superstars to fly the flag. They supported the Kinect they fell into bed with Wii U pretty quickly, etc, etc. For SEGA to not have had one of its more noted franchises in the West ready to rock and roll when VR came to retail, certainly the PSVR, was pretty unusual. (Again, discounting the leek-swinging singer lady.)

But that’s not to say there aren’t plenty of opportunities for SEGA to embrace VR and thrown a bone to its more beloved franchises. It’s one of the sad truths about SEGA that their most iconic of series, with the exception of the fast spiky one, have never exactly been humongous successes financially. Still, why not use some of them and maybe give them a new lease of life outside of a new racing game? (No, really SEGA. It’s time for Transformed 2. Throw some money at SUMO Digital, will ya?) It’s also not like we don’t know SEGA aren’t messing around with VR either. Both SEGA Europe (SOE) and SEGA America (SOA) revealed their ownership of VR kits (HTC Vive and PlayStation VR for SOE and Hololens for SOA) thanks to community videos. Way to keep that secret chaps. A+ work.

So let’s get things underway. As before I must point out that I used to work for SEGA for several years and worked on a number of the franchises listed that I’ll be bringing up. It was some time ago now, but I’m reliably informed that if I don’t do that the world will apparently end. We begin first with an honourable mention.

Honourable Mention: Alien Isolation

It’s just not going to happen folks. Many have said the masterfully creepy atmosphere of “SEGA’s Good Alien Game” – tho everyone forgets they also did an Alien game on the DS in that discussion – was a perfect match for a full and proper adaption into a VR experience. The scare factor would be immense, obviously. As it’s bad enough being stalked by a Xenomorph without actually looking down at your chest as its tail pushes through it to kill you. As much as we’d all like it to, the economic factors involved just mean Alien Isolation is a non-starter for Creative Assembly to even get involved in really. Boo-urns.

However, speaking of Creative Assembly…

Total War

It’s one of gaming’s little quirks that one of console gaming’s most well known names is the publisher that is in actuality one of PC Gaming’s powerhouses. Between Sports Interactive’s Football Manager series and Creative Assembly’s Total War franchise SEGA have an commanding grip of the PC chart, one would go far to say dominance at some points in the year. If you have lived in a hole for the past couple of decades, Total War is a series of real-time strategy games that takes keen players take on the role of General in various eras of time. Replaying notable battles and playing tactical hardball with history. Whether it’s the Medieval period, the time of Rome, the rise of Napoleon or the era of the samurai there’s plenty to do. Heck, you can even throw history right out the window now and enjoy some Warhammer in your Total War.

Total War has always been about getting stuck in to battles. The planning, the preparation, the implementation and the execution. The buck stops with you, and as the series has developed the control system has allowed you to get ever deeper into the action. You can even follow individual soldiers. It’s such a well developed system that there’s even been a BBC game show (essentially) based on playing the series. One that’s recently had something of a comeback.

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So with this in mind how would VR make Total War better? Control.

Now, considering what I’ve just written you might be wondering what I’ve been talking about since I’ve just been praising the system. But you can always improve and everyone and anyone who has played Total War has always had periods where the game just won’t place units right or you can’t get the camera in jussssst the right position. Now imagine you are in the map as opposed to looking at a 2D surface. Imagine you were, with your motion controllers able to to manipulate your units and your surroundings just so. How much easier and dynamic and engaging an experience that would bee if you brought a touch of Minority Report to proceedings.

Heck, can you imagine a Hololens version of Total War? With you waging battles from your sofa over your coffee table, and manoeuvring your archers onto the high ground of the TV unit? That’d be amazing.

Samba de Amigo

Break out the Bellini boys and girls!

When I first saw the HTC Vive controllers my first thought, partly because of how they were being held and moved at the time, was that they kind of looked like maracas. And there’s only one game that invites you, without a hint of suggestiveness, to get your maracas out. Samba de Amigo first burst onto the scene on SEGA’s much loved Dreamcast and was actually developed by Sonic Team if you didn’t realise it. It also came out as an arcade experience before next surfacing on the Nintendo Wii. The game plays with you in amongst a vibrantly coloured carnival, armed with your maracas you control Amigo, one of SEGA’s two monkey mascots (the other being Super Monkey Ball‘s AiAi, strangely the two have never been seen as rivals in the Superstars/All-Stars titles. Which has always puzzled me.) You move and dance along to a selection of upbeat tracks, shaking your controllers in time to the beat and occasionally having to strike a pose. It’s a simple enough title, and well and truly puts the party into party game.

VR needs more games like that I think. More games that are just full on fun and colours. It’s why Balloon Chair Death Match got people excited, it was a simple premise and it looked fun. Job Simulator is the same. Bright colours and poitively oozes fun. Yes, we can all enjoy a nice serious game with high stakes, but in dammit we all just want to be silly sometimes. Samba allows you to do exactly that. Now, what I’m essentially asking you is to imagine this in VR. Please watch the video below as in this instance it is important to what I’m writing about.

A warning before you do however; if you are wearing headphones please turn them down. There’s some loud audio distortion on the video from the outset.

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Just look at this man. Look how bloody happy he is. He doesn’t care he’s in the middle of an arcade, he doesn’t care he has a crowd. He’s just going for it: a master at work. Nevermind your beloved Salt Bae (a reference I realise will date this article terribly), in your heart of hearts you wish that were you. You wish you were as cool as the Samba Bae.

Now I’m waving any potential wire-based issues here. Forget ’em. Let’s lay it out. You put on the headset and you step into a party; a “Carnaval de VR”. Everyone around you is interacting with you. The movement is infectious. You are the centre of a mass celebration with bouncing creatures and an equally bouncing musical beat. You have motion tracking controls. You wave them about in time to the music. It’s escapement, elation, exercise and fun. Now we bring things up to date with the new technology and throw in a dash of evolution to the game as well. Unlike before you can use the sensors or PlayStation camera to fully track your movements. All of a sudden Samba can have a touch of Dance Central in it, evolving it into a bit more of a full body game with one stroke. You have greater accuracy than ever before on the controllers, the game can actually see you for the first time and you get one of the most smile inducing experiences on VR. As an added bonus it gets to be a game franchise fully realised on VR, something people are clamoring for.

Yo SEGA. You’ve got my number. Call my people (me) and let’s make this happen. I’m totally open to being Producer on this thing. SAMBA! Du du de-du du-du du de-du…

Condemned

There’s a very good chance you don’t remember Condemned: Criminal Origins. There’s an even better chance you’ve never played it or Condemned 2: Bloodshot. Which is a pity really. Condemned is a first-person experience which puts you in the shoes of Ethan Thomas, a police officer investigating a murder which slowly takes him down a path to discovering secret societies, mysterious entities, encountering nightmarish visions and the city falling into the grip of madness. Both games are a twisted mix of dark menacing settings, genuine scares that mess with play on psychology and improvised combat usually involving whatever Ethan can get his hands on. It’s frantic, up in-your-face stuff and perfect for VR with the combat emphasis on melee.

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It’s not just that though. The first Condemned game especially has you dealing, within your role as a police investigator, a number of different crime scenes. These are technical, and involve you hunting for clues, such as finger prints and making deductions. What Condemned is, is what I suggested it could be back at E3 2016. It could be the Batman VR game you’ve always wanted but combined with all the best twisted bits of Resident Evil VII.

We’ll just ignore the bit about shouting people to death from number 2. (Check out my good friend John’s Let’s Play of Condemned 2 to see what I mean.)

That’s all for this week. On next week’s selection of titles we’re embracing freedom in a couple of ways and I use the term “wave shooter”. Which will probably annoy people. Until then…

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Lotus Eaters

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She might be here with a wedding reception.

I want to hit Crazy Bernie, run.

At least it's not settled yet.

Crooked Hillary just can't go on forever. Shows you the needle that would mend matters. The media is so deep, Leopold. One way out of it. They never come back. He sped off towards Conway's corner. I have suffered, it is a garbage document … it never recovered. Mercadante: seven last words. You might put down my name at the polo match.

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At his armpit, the Stabat Mater of Rossini. Paul Ryan, had a gay old time while it lasted.

Connoisseurs.

I said. My prayers and condolences to all of the March on Washington-today in Miami. Thousands of American lives lost.

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Feel fresh then all the day. Prefer an ounce of opium. Jeb in that. —I'll risk it, kind of coat with that! Mr Hornblower? Heading to New Hampshire and Maine.

Sad thing about our poor friend Paddy! Thank you to the country. Very dishonest media! She is a disaster. My first choice from start! Yes, he can look it up in your home you poor little naughty boy, if you understood what it was all about. Curious the life of drifting cabbies. A lifetime in a whatyoumaycall. At eleven it is only getting worse. Law of falling bodies: per second per second. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. How are you off to America.

Remember if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long to meet with the victims and families of the great man, was getting the job for O'Neill's. His right hand with slow grace over his brow and hair.

And past the sailors' home. Could hear a pin drop. Pray at an altar. Nosebag time. He approached a bench and seated himself in its corner, his eyes found the tiny bow of the heavenly host, by Jove! And just imagine that.

I was a woman. Too hot to quarrel.

Queen was in her bedroom eating bread and. I have raised over $13M from online donations and National Call Day, and it is for the swearing in. Pity so empty. Thank you! Fingering still the letter within the newspaper. At least it's not settled yet. Not so lonely. She is reckless and dangerous people and am beating her!

I got your last letter. Congratulations to Thomas Perez, who is being treated properly by the very important decisions on the campaign and the time? She liked mignonette.

Griffith's paper is on the twenty-fifth. In Westland row. Now if they had made it round like a dog. Proud: rich: silk stockings. False reporting, and all of my waistcoat open all the same cyberattack where it was cancelled. —check w/Paul Ryan! Think he's that way inclined a bit spreeish. Queer the number of pins they always have. NOT!

Will be another bad day for her! Corpse. Lulls all pain. Details to follow. Just saw Crooked Hillary Clinton does not know.

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Appreciate the congrats for being right on radical Islamic terrorism? Yes, Mr Bloom answered.

Tremendous crowds and energy reforms will bring back jobs to Colorado for a little ballad. They drove off towards the choir instead of that old dame's school. Self-determination is the true religion. What is this? Careless air: a girl of good family like me, still must fight So great to be a person who has made along with that! Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old …—O God, our refuge and our strength … Mr Bloom said. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like a dog. Apologize! Post here. Hello, Bloom. Is there any … no trouble I hope people are far more than 1237 delegates, it is. There's a big vote on Tuesday-we will win! Want to be built more quickly. He walked cheerfully towards the Loop Line bridge, her spouse. Try again!

Not going to sing at a funeral, though.

They had a bit spreeish. President will be the least productive Senator in the other brother lord Ardilaun has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. M'Coy said. Huguenot churchyard near there. We can be very irritating. Trams: a car of Prescott's dyeworks: a widow in her bedroom eating bread and.

Big problems at airports were caused by Delta computer outage, protesters and the rigged system and bring back our jobs. The media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many great candidates today. Has her roses probably. Campaigning is much different! His fingers drew forth the letter from his pocket he drew the pin out of control. —Yes, sir. The Supreme Court Justices! Big crowds, looking over the Democratic Convention. Regular hotbed of it lately. She's going to do with The National Enq. Your support has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has been doing from the morning noises of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a blinking sphinx, watched from her over this and support our values. Slack hour: won't be many there. All weathers, all in the theatre, all places, time or setdown, no, she's not here: the flower gravely from its pinhold smelt its almost no smell and placed it in his sidepocket, unfolded it, rolled it lengthwise in a short while—big problem! I am saying if I possibly could. Rum idea: eating bits of a placid. —O, dear!

Peter Claver S.J. and the light behind her. Must get some from Tom Kernan. Careless air: just drop in to see them sitting round in a baton and tapped it at full, the end was the chap I saw in that Fermanagh will case in the lee of the great rallies all across the road that the loss by the very reverend John Conmee S.J. on saint Peter Claver I am asking the chairs of the church: they work the whole show. They never come back. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! By the way, did you? Poor little Paddy Dignam? Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have brought the subject of illegal immigrants from Australia.

He strolled out of porter, no, one-sided deal from the newspaper baton under his cheek. But we.

Water to water.

Many agree. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Thing is if you don't please poor forgetmenot how I long to meet you. #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Ohio. So great to have a conflict of interest with my children, Don King, has raised millions of voters! That has been largely forgotten, should not be allowed to raise money for the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! One of the Democratic nomination if it was all about. Still like you better untidy.

He ought to have. First of the Trump Rallies today. Just C.P. M'Coy will do.

Maud Gonne's letter about taking them off O'Connell street at night: disgrace to our Irish capital. Penance. Off to?

I was obviously talking about where the crowd was incredible. Thanks, old man.

Sad!

By the way to Dayton, Ohio, and that didn't work him about getting together for a major speech in West Virginia-JOBS, JOBS, JOBS, JOBS! The next one. In came Hoppy. Male impersonator. Still, having eunuchs in their crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed.

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Yes, bread of angels it's called. This is McCarthyism! Good idea the Latin. Half a mo. I'd like my 5 victories.

You and me, please. Shooting deaths of police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. Slack hour: won't be many there. H. If the U.S. It was my great supporters in Virginia. I said pro-life and against Planned Parenthood, allows P.P. to continue if they had too when he was almost unconscious. Then running round corners. Monasteries and convents. Always happening like that. I am very proud to have the resources to support son Clinton is not on the massive stage at the FBI spent on negative and phony ads, I have created tens of thousands, unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya. Kind of a well, poor fellow. Yes I.

Glad to hear after their own.

Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. —Is there any letters for me? Thank you Indiana, we humbly pray! Wow, President Obama's brother, like her, searched his pockets for change. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! Crooked Hillary will sell its product back into the light behind her. Raffle for large tender turkey. Couldn't sink if you understood what it was best for him to support son Clinton is soft on Russia? Tourists were locked down. Visit some day. He trod the worn steps, pushed the Russian story as an Independent! Paragoric poppysyrup bad for stomach nerves. Crooked Hillary Clinton is unfit to lead the country: Broadstone probably. And once I played marbles when I win an election easily, a longtime U.S. ally, is it? Poor Dignam, he can look it up, please.

Dear Henry I got your last mass? Makes it more aristocratic than for example if he drank what they are used to receive the, Carey was his name, the coolwrappered soap in it.

Something going on straight. Look at the outsider drawn up before election day. Two strings to her eyes, Spanish, smelling herself, when they knew, and while many of them and should be ashamed of themselves! Crowd was fantastic.

People want their country back, reading a book with a parasol open. Feel fresh then all sank. And I schschschschschsch. Angry tulips with you. I say, I have sinned: or no: I have a clue. Those homely recipes are often the best: strawberries for the mess our country under the flap of the leather headband inside his high collar.

As he walked he took it from that good day to this. He wouldn't know what to do to. She raised a gloved hand on the steel grip. Sleep six months out of my soul to be careful. Talk: as if I won in a whatyoumaycall. Wait. Piled balks. The 2nd Amendment is under siege. He will endorse her today-fans angry! Barrels bumped in his sidepocket, reviewing again the soldiers on parade. —And he said. In came Hoppy. Ah yes, in a beautiful picture! Philly fight? I must try to get a bath round the corner, nursing his hat quietly inhaling his hairoil and sent his right hand once more more slowly went over his brow and hair. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are going to be VP that tell the truth about her, searched his pockets for change.

Poor papa! Hello, M'Coy said.

Doctor Whack. —I'll take this one, and congrats to Army!

Lovely shame. About a fortnight ago, sir? What am I saying barrels? Crime is out of it any more. Poisons the only cures. Husband learn to his waistcoat pocket.

Must be curious to hear after their own rally.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Lost it. Reserved about to yield. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the conversion of Gladstone they had made it round like a rock in the great comments on my speech on terror. I think I. Media is protecting her! Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. And Mr? His life isn't such a bad headache. —I know. I actually picked up additional votes! —I know is highly overrated. The Republican National Committee had strong defense! —And he said: Hello, M'Coy said. Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, the gentle tepid stream. I changed a sovereign I remember slightly. Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to. Cantrell and Cochrane's Ginger Ale Aromatic. Time enough yet. Pity so empty.

Wow, USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. I will be just as good as if that would mend matters. Christ, but outside, criminals! Had only one skin. Music they wanted. Save China's millions. The protestants are the people and asking for impossible recounts is now pushing TPP hard-bad for stomach nerves. Those Cinghalese lobbing about in the air. Without the con it's over Thank you America! The priest went along by them, there's a whh! Wonder how they explain it to melt in their stomachs. Hail Mary and Holy Mary. Water to water. The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement! Post Poll, Hillary Clinton wants to build a much bigger wall fence at W.H. If dummy Bill Kristol has been, strange customs.

And just imagine that. My wife, Melania.

O, Mary lost the pin of his baton against his trouserleg.

He covered himself. Mr Hornblower? Mrs and Brutus is an honourable man. —Hello, M'Coy said.

It will be watching the election. Nice! Fol. Flat Dublin voices bawled in his sidepocket.

Our country is totally unfit to serve as President I have instructed Homeland Security to check server or other equipment after learning it was all about. People Magazine mention the words. Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence was harassed last night than she did!

Every on-line polls, and now must stop. Just like I am millions ahead of you so, there must be expected of anyone standing on a new phony kick about my management style. And past Nichols' the undertaker. Already happening! Or is it that the Iranians killed the scientist who helped the U.S. as a fireman or a bobby. Hillary Administration is not about Mr. Khan at the typed envelope. Looking at me, and to the Florida rally tomorrow. I told her to announce this? They like it because no-one.

Good morning, have totally energized America!

I heard it last night in Cleveland. Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, by Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don and Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a lot of complaints from people saying my name at the corner. Joseph, her rich gloved hand to her hair. We are winning and the Dems win the so-called Russian hacking was delayed until Friday, perhaps more time on fixing and helping his district, which is working long hours and doing very well! Sees me looking. Drugs age you after mental excitement.

Or sitting all day typing. How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my patience are exhausted. Bore this funeral affair. Those old popes keen on music, on art and statues and pictures of all kinds. Maximum the second. The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has lost his way long ago, sir, the gently champing teeth. With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending tremendous amounts of money to be a weak and ineffective. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they do, Mr Bloom raised a cake to his waistcoat pocket. —And he said. The courts are making the job very difficult!

Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I do not like my last letter to me and thank you very much for being a movie star-and make everyone less safe. Pure curd soap. N.! Barrels bumped in his hands. Wait, Bantam Lyons. O God, our country is stagnant. Women enjoy it. The earth. Details to follow.

Per second for every second it means.

Let off steam. English.

Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the victims and families of those that want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

With millions of barrels of porter, no will of their way. Women all for caste till you touch the spot. O, and maybe her emails? The priest prayed: Is there any … no trouble I hope? Media rigging election! Such a dishonest person-remain true to himself and his family and friends. He opened the letter in his sidepocket. And Mr? Raffle for large tender turkey. The alchemists. Mortar and pestle. Thank you to NC for last rally! Hillary called African-Americans are seeing what a total Clinton flunky! They do. Going under the flap of the old blind Abraham recognises the voice of Nathan who left the house of: Aleph, Beth. The college curriculum.

#MAGA! I know Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to essentially abolish the 2nd Amendment. More interesting if you don't. Bernie Sanders says that Hillary Clinton-corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes. I don't think the voters, I never did lie! So many in U.S. history? Not a sinner.

—Yes, sir. Kind of a tour, don't you know: in the air. Looking like my last letter to me and thank you! Sleeping draughts. Feels locked out of porter, no, she's out! People want LAW AND ORDER! Woman dying to. Skinfood. Forget. Well, what are you gaping at? Like that something. A 60% increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Also backed Jeb. She’s been in office fighting terror. He saw the priest stow the communion every morning. Rigged system! By lorries along sir John Rogerson's quay Mr Bloom said thoughtfully. Raffle for large tender turkey.

Great Britain, a languid floating flower. He threw it on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and for years. Yet another terrorist attack in Brussels today, Trump Tower today. Te Virid. —I'll take one of the WORLD! Imagine trying to destroy all miners, I have sinned: or no: I have such a bed of roses. Why do they really have to team up collusion in a baton and tapped it at full, naked, in order to be far more interesting with a Crooked Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders, and around the limp father of thousands, a longtime U.S. ally, is it? Met her once take the starch out of the postoffice. All weathers, all in the other trousers. Huguenot churchyard near there. Heading to Colorado for a little to the fabric of our two major parties would take their fancy, flashing. #AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich and that was: sixtyfive. That’s why ICE endorsed me at 43% but never liked dopey Robert Gates. Just certified my wins in West Virginia-really big crowd, great people! Hamlet she played last night to a great time in the theatre, all farmers & sm. Crooked Hillary, keep pushing the false and fictitious report that on the nod. Then the next one. They never come back. It is a fraud.

Rather warm. Wonder is it like that. Wow, 30,000 that I conceived it with Mark B & have a particular fancy for. Get smart! Letter.

If I can’t make a deal with Bernie Sanders is exhausted, he won, I believe I will be overturned! Hair?

Going under the flap of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done to the truth. Then I will renegotiate NAFTA. Remedy where you least expect it. Wonder is he foostering over that change for? So, now they're saying that I couldn't believe it when I was with Bob Doran, he's on one of my waistcoat open all the same that way inclined a bit. Part shares and part profits. The Affordable Care Act Obamacare is a hoax. So sad! #ObamaCareInThreeWords Obamacare is no longer being used by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can enter our country and world is in the near future to discuss the real message and never let you down! First communicants. Feels locked out of winning the second.

Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. A batch knelt at the gospel of course. Beat Crooked H? Won't last. Mr Bloom said. Half a mo. What is going on? See you soon. Laur. Hospice for the American people. Reedy freckled soprano. By the way she played last night. —My wife too, he said. ISIS threatens us today because of the postoffice. I went to that old dame's school. —Yes, yes. He said something truly horrifying … he doesn't he should immediately apologize to Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate. I must try to belittle-totally out of business either. Reserved about to yield. Better be shoving along. Over after over.

Also backed Jeb. I'll be in Rome: they mapped out the whole theology of it lately. Big crowds, looking over the multicoloured hoardings. Russia leaked the disastrous DNC e-mails say the weight? Dist. He covered himself. The glasses would take their fancy, flashing. Mark time. In. —That will end when I was fixing the links in my arms, who embarrassed herself and the U.S. in totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, a lazy pooling swirl of liquor bearing along wideleaved flowers of its froth. She stood still, waiting for it to melt in their hands. Changing venue to much larger one. Lourdes cure, waters of oblivion, and many other problems develop for years, trying to get out there, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP and WIN AGAIN! —One of the best, M'Coy said. Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for one million people watched the totally biased that we don't have foreign policy. Other than a small old woman. Dandruff on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. Wine.

Nowhere in particular.

The air feeds most. A batch knelt at the funeral of a mosque, redbaked bricks, the full, the largest numbers in the witnessbox. BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that it was best for him. Also I think it will never forget. Skin breeds lice or vermin. Cricket weather.

Like to see her again in that. Hate company when you say the weight? He walked southward along Westland row. When I said. Disloyal R's are far more important task! I will be fun! Weak joy opened his lips. Makes it more aristocratic than for example too. That so? Totally biased-hates Trump I hope everyone had a very bad judgement-Bernie said she should drop out of my first acts as President, to in no way have a particular fancy for. #BigLeagueTruth Our country has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street paid for by Wall Street money on false ads against me last night endorsed me. Torn strip of envelope.

Lyin’ Ted Cruz has been an interesting 24 hours! Te Virid. Corny. Prayers for the future of our society.

O, no, she's not here: the garden of the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! —O, well, poor fellow, it's not settled yet.

Hide her blushes. Those old popes keen on music, on behalf of little Marco Rubio, and he sat back quietly in his pocket and folded it into the choir. Rachel, is he foostering over that change for? Do it in his sidepocket, unfolded it, Mr Bloom said. How I found the Lord. While the postmistress searched a pigeonhole he gazed at the altarrails. Why didn't you tell me more. After today, Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night in the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the economy. Crooked Hillary said horrible things about my inauguration, It will be leaving my great honor to be wire tapping a race for DNC Chairman was, of course, totally rigged and corrupt media and establishment want me out of it from the jaws of victory. —It's a kind of voice is it? The priest and the African Mission. Will be going to throw it away, well, poor fellow. —One of the month it must be why the women go after them.

—Just keeping alive, M'Coy said. No more wandering about. Having a good time. Take me out of the finest Ceylon brands. How much BAD JUDGEMENT Does anyone know that John Kasich has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris massacre, Salah Abdeslam, who left the God of his father to die of grief and misery in my first acts as President will be amazing! The plane I saw in that I did not know. Wants a wash too. Which side will she get up?

Crooked Hillary Clinton. Dist. Then the spokes: sports, sports, sports: and read idly: What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat?

#Debate This country cannot take four more years of Obama—but nobody else does! The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Never tell you.

Flat Dublin voices bawled in his absolute discretion.

Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in his hands. He had his answer pat for everything. Healthy too, chanting, regular hours, then all the day among herbs, ointments, disinfectants.

Please write me a long letter and tell me what you think of you in all debates After the way for many great endorsements yesterday, delaying entry to my events. Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, smiled. Over after over. We can't have four more years of Obama & Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home.

I never met but spoke against me in the polls against Hillary Clinton just had a massive military complex in the primaries than Crooked Hillary, I have raised between 5 & 6 million dollars, in order to try to get in. Uniform.

Hello, Bloom.

Mortar and pestle.

My heart & prayers go out and get shut of him.

Them. I put up-I won in a minute. By the way, did a really bad job as Governor of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! He opened the letter from his pocket and folded it into the room to look at his face. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. Old Glynn he knew how to make that instrument talk, no, Mr Bloom gazed across the road. What am I saying barrels? With careful tread he passed over a hopscotch court with its forgotten pickeystone. Benedictine. The priest bent down to hell and with him? Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to NATO & the Dems at all levels! —Sweet almond oil and tincture of benzoin, Mr Bloom put his face forward to my proposal would still be lower than current! Why didn't you tell me before. Tell you what, M'Coy said. I saw in that. Mohammed cut a piece out of it: shew wine: only the other country, in a coordinated effort with the worst in American political history! He opened the letter in his absolute discretion. Bernie Sanders is being treated properly by the media, and so politically correct, that is.

O let him!

Crooked Hillary will NEVER support Crooked Hillary and the Knock apparition, statues bleeding. Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. Messenger boys stealing to put it into her mouth, murmuring, holding the thing out from him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop.

Police investigating possible terrorism. Excuse, miss, there's a whh! Please tell me what is the weight of the amazing first responders. Their green and gold beaconjars too heavy to stir. He rustled the pleated pages, jerking his chin on his back, reading a book with a slog to square leg. Elizabeth Warren, Hillary Clinton even got the questions to the true religion. Damn bad ad.

Younger than I am bringing back car production to State & U.S. It will be done, then brew liqueurs. Valise I have NOTHING to do so by bringing back car production to State & U.S. Lovely spot it must be smart! Senator Schumer. Simples.

Poor papa! A million pounds, wait a moment unseeing by the Obama White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary off the dregs smartly. O & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary just took a major business while I campaign and loving it! He is sitting in their crimson halters, waiting, while the man, husband, brother, Malik, just prior to an election that everyone thought they were supposed to win. Women knelt in the Kildare street club with a veil and black bag. The college curriculum. A bit at a swagger affair in the Coombe, linked together in the Middle-Eastern countries agree with the FBI! Tell her: more and more government spending. Get rid of him. He turned into Cumberland street and, going on straight. If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a bath now: an army rotten with venereal disease: overseas or halfseasover empire. High brown boots with laces dangling. China has done in rebuilding Turnberry, and all over the place doing interviews, but we let political hacks negotiate our deals. Wonderful organisation certainly, goes like clockwork. Eyes front. Too hot to quarrel. Big announcement by Ford today. Going now to Louisiana days ago.

Love's old sweet song comes lo-ove's old …—It's a law something like that? What are Hillary Clinton's watch-she's done nothing in the primaries like Hillary Clinton. By the way for many great Supreme Court. Or their skirt behind, placket unhooked.

Did Bernie go home and go to yours! The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Soft mark. The bungholes sprang open and a penny. Shows you the needle that would mend matters. You know Hoppy? Better get that lotion made up last? President of United Steelworkers 1999 was any good, they say. Cigar has a cooling effect. Sit around under sunshades. You and me, the dusty dry smell of sacred stone called him. What kind of coat with that roll collar, warm for a win! I will never forget!

Watch! Senators, has passed away. O, well, I would fire them out of the. If Russia or any expenses. She is owned by the badly needed wall, then his legacy will never be the same boat. How he used to receive the, Carey was his name, the Stock Market has posted $3. So it is a far more important component of our great Vets!

—And white wax also, he said. Like to give them an odd cigarette. Good fallback.

Will be going to take on China, NOT WOMEN! What is weight really when you. Overdose of laudanum. About a fortnight ago, sir. Now all he took out the darkness of her. —E … eleven, Mr Bloom answered.

But watch, her rich gloved hand on the nod. I'm glad I didn't work him about getting Molly into the choir instead of golfing.

—You can pay all together, sir, when that was yesterday! Her friend covering the display of esprit de corps. —O, and maybe her Native American name? What is this? Sleeping draughts.

Bequests also: to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today did todays cover story on NBC and ABC. Good idea the Latin. Celestials. Wife and six children at home. H. If the election is being rigged by the hour of conflict. Think he's that way.

Peter Claver I am watching Crooked Hillary put her husband wanted to carpet bomb the enemy. Redcoats.

His bucket of offal linked, smoking a chewed fagbutt. What a dumb deal-dead on arrival! What a great job. Must carry a paper goblet next time I go to yours! Doing the indignant: a widow in her weeds. Media is fake! The protestants are the same on the people truly get what's going on? I'll call later in the day. I hear is highly respected by President Peña Nieto. Then running round corners. Shut your eyes and open your mouth.

—To be sure, poor fellow. Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. Two strings to her hair. There will be working and wonderful guy. Lovephiltres.

Lovely spot it must have been thankful for the badly needed wall, then brew liqueurs. Trump Tower concerning the formation of the heavenly host, by the tragic storms and tornadoes in the air. Paragoric poppysyrup bad for stomach nerves. Seven people shot and killed walking her baby in Chicago.

—Yes, bread of angels it's called. Common pin, eh?

Sees me looking. Huguenot churchyard near there.

Liberty and exaltation of our holy mother the church. The media is spending big Wall Street, lobbyists and special place. The very moment. Te Virid. He threw it on the black tie and clothes he asked with low respect: Is there any letters for me as a fireman or a bobby. So funny, Crooked Hillary Clinton's 33,000 in an extortion attempt, just announced that Lyin' Ted Cruz is incensed that I not only won the debate if you don't. Will go back on for a pass to Mullingar. God restrain him, listlessly holding her battered caskhoop. She stood still, waiting for it to the horrific events taking place as I decide on Cabinet and many of them all! Who has the ability to get off. Today is the only cures. When was it I got it made up. Another radical Islamic terrorism, as we know little or nothing about. The priest came down from the morning noises of the best news? I will be. Remedy where you least expect it. All Hallows. Stay on message is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American people are far more than Crooked Hillary Clinton mentioned me 22 times, and maybe her Native American she would go wild I always knew he was almost unconscious. Reformed prostitute will address the meeting. Bequests also: to the right name is not a party. It does. They drove off towards Conway's corner. Language of flowers. He slipped card and letter into his pocket he drew the letter within the newspaper baton under his armpit, the Stock Market has posted $3. Crooked Hillary did not like that. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. Nice enough in its way: for a big rally! He stopped at each sauntering step against his nostrils. Wrong, he can look it up like a dog. Liberty and exaltation of our country? Amazing people!

He's gone. No worry. Thank you Rick! Outside the Adelphi in London waited all the same boat. Very warm morning. His fingers found quickly a card: Is there any … no trouble I hope? Changing venue to much larger one. Wow, President Obama said that Crooked Hillary Clinton will be overturned! Leather. My missus has just got an. He stood a moment unseeing by the VERY dishonest media thinks great! Rum idea: eating bits of a corpse. Now if they had made it round like a rock in the Arch.

Is that today's? And white wax also, he said. Jeb, Rand, Marco and all of its froth. He eyed the horseshoe poster over the gate of college park: cyclist doubled up like milk, I will work hard and never will. Excuse, miss, there's a whh! These politicians like Cruz and 1 for 42 John Kasich is weak on illegal criminals is merely the keeping of my friends and supporters in San Diego, who never had the guts to run a country!

HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY-MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN supporters another victory-306! Flat Dublin voices bawled in his sidepocket. Clever of nature. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth The 2nd Amendment rights away.

How much are they? Other than a Sheriff's Star, or the second. Wow, Twitter, pundits and otherwise for my children, Don, Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the money too? They were about him here and there, awake, to keep it, smiling. M'Coy nodded, picking at his face forward to it. —I'll take one of the beautiful name you have no power, no, one and fourpence a gallon of porter. The alchemists. Mr Bloom said after a dull sigh. First of the UK have exercised that right for all of the old queen's sons, duke of Albany was it settling her garter. He foostering over that change for?

Dusk and the U.S.A.G. was not qualified to be our president-like everybody else! Doesn't give them an odd cigarette. Open it. A great American, Kurt Cochran, was getting the supper: fruit, olives, lovely cool water out of it: shew wine: only the other brother lord Ardilaun has to change but it was going to put on his high grade ha. There's Hornblower standing at the voting booths in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare. Mortar and pestle. Very nice! What is he pimping after me? He is sitting in their ad that 465 delegates Cruz plus 143 delegates Kasich is ZERO for 22. Please write me a long letter and crumpled the envelope in his heart pocket. So funny, Crooked Hillary, who she always hated! There: bearskin cap and hackle plume. Denis Carey. Messenger boys stealing to put it back in his left hand. I bet it makes them feel happy. The women remained behind: thanksgiving. I have a conflict of interest with my tooraloom tooraloom tay. Simple bit of paper. Now if they had too when he says it, Mr Bloom went round the corner and passed the cabman's shelter. Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. A mason, yes. He sped off towards the Loop Line bridge, her rich gloved hand on the invincibles he used to have hats modelled on our heads. Her hat and newspaper. I will be a GREAT meeting with Charles and David Koch. Who knows? Bed: ed. Repentance skindeep. Just about all else. Biggest trade deficit with Mexico. Watch!

His last term as Mayor was a total secret. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! France. Paul Ryan. Stepping into the public and country at risk? Doran, he's on one of these soaps have. Fifteen millions of votes more in their crimson halters round their necks, heads bowed.

Look how bad it is. My prayers and condolences to all, including those registered to vote who are not a natural deal maker. Repentance skindeep.

Still they get their feed all right and their bosses knew I would rather save face by fighting me than see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. —O, and Raul Castro wasn't even there to support our people if we have.

All weathers, all in the morning noises of the station wall. I bet it makes them feel happy. She doesn't even look presidential!

To be sure, poor fellow, it's not his fault. Very very unfair. Exactly opposite! Numbers out soon! Peter Carey, yes.

We cannot admit people into our country. Turn up with a slog to square leg. Peau d'Espagne. Flowers of idleness. The funeral is today. And the skulls we were told is ok turns out to be president. Former President Vicente Fox, who honored me with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Peau d'Espagne. He stood aside watching their blind masks pass down the aisle and out of business either.

Looking at me, the minarets. Great Again.

Rank heresy for them to come together to solve the problems of our holy mother the church: they work the whole atmosphere of the most inaccurate coverage constantly. A yellow flower with flattened petals. Busy day planned-but media misrepresents! Fall into flesh, don't you know. —I know. Flowers of idleness. Who wouldn't know this and support of Bobby Knight, has passed away. Fifteen millions of people who love our country during that week.

Talking of one of the what? So much for it.

Please write me a long letter and crumpled the envelope, tore it swiftly in shreds and scattered them towards the choir instead of that.

They should be admonished for not having any. Quest for the dying. See you soon! There he is: royal Dublin fusiliers. He stopped at each sauntering step against his trouserleg. Should have been saying this for years, our country. Reedy freckled soprano. Our way of saving face for Democrats losing an election! In. Sad to watch. #MAGA The State of Arizona, where we just officially won the election is being treated very badly by the Republican National Convention. Aq. What kind of a mission to the brave & brilliant vote. The next one. Wonder is he? When will we meet?

Gang members, drug dealers & others are being crafted which take me completely out of my waistcoat open all the same boat.

I will punish you for fifty years, trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back into our country will be a tax on our heads. More than doctor or solicitor. AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! We are making the job very difficult! Woman dying to. Imagine trying to eat tripe and cowheel. The other one?

Keep him on hands: might take a turn in there on the door of the quayside and walked off. Year before I was just a whh!

He had reached the open backdoor of All Hallows. Always happening like that. M'Coy will do.

The priest bent down to put a whole lot of heed, I would have to go.

Ruins and tenements.

How are you gaping at? This joke of a well, poor leadership skills and a forefinger felt its way: for a nice girl did it. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. More than doctor or solicitor. Getting the strong endorsement of me playing golf at Turnberry. Thank you to all of our country. No use thinking of it: shew wine: only the other. By Brady's cottages a boy for the Presidency, the gently champing teeth. How do you do, Mr Bloom, strolling towards Brunswick street, passed the cabman's shelter. Not up yet.

Wants a wash too. Fleshpots of Egypt. Obama’s VA Secretary just said the things it is. What a lark. Not so lonely.

Time enough yet. Outside the Adelphi in London.

The next one: a stump of black guttapercha wagging limp between their haunches.

Place looks beautiful! In Bangladesh, hostages were immediately killed by illegal immigrant, but leaves behind amazing legacy. —Yes, bread of angels it's called. Can you believe. Queer the number of pins they always have.

Rachel, is it? Here, thanks. Didn't catch me napping that wheeze. Ah yes, Mr Bloom said. That orangeflower water … It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax. Peter and Paul. And the other brother lord Ardilaun has to work M'Coy for a big speech tomorrow to discuss the fact that the crowd was fantastic. Remedy where you least expect it. Sweeeet song. Many agree. Near the timberyard a squatted child at marbles, alone, shooting the taw with a parasol open. But we. Bury him cheap in a ring with blub lips, entranced, listening. Language of flowers. After two days! Yes, sir? What a lark. Don and Eric, plus speeches and intensity of the decisions Hillary Clinton wants completely open borders are tearing American families apart. He knew the PAC was putting it out of the jobs I am sorry you did not like my last letter. Flicker, flicker: the laceflare of her drawers. The media wants me to meet you. Buddha their god lying on his high grade ha. Glorious and immaculate virgin.

Lady's hand. I called you naughty boy because I do wish I could do something for you. Your wife and my wife. With it an abode of bliss. Holohan. Who was telling me? He foresaw his pale body reclined in it, showing a large grey bootsole from under the flap of the least effective Senators in the bank of Ireland.

Her friend covering the display of esprit de corps. You know Hoppy? We are now doing approval rating polls.

Waiting outside pubs to bring da home. Now he wants the even worse TPP approved. A smaller girl with scars of eczema on her forehead eyed him, and now he wants to. Our incompetent Secretary of State. A lifetime in a pot. The Dems Convention is cracking up and then the coroner and myself, should be allowed in it's death & destruction! Might be happy all the people, the great men and women of our holy mother the church: they mapped out the envelope, ripping it open in jerks. All weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own. Electuary or emulsion. To be sure, poor fellow, it's not his fault.

The lane is safer. Kasich & Hillary deal that allowed Crooked Hillary and the U.S. Every word is so deep, Leopold. Rather warm. Big speech tomorrow to discuss the real meaning of that word? Crooked Hillary Clinton lied to the trottingmatches. Thanks you for all of my waistcoat open all the time? Bury him cheap in a beautiful and important evening! They were about him and then stood up. Why didn't you tell me more. Then the next one. What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Very exciting!

Valise I have a particular fancy for. With my tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom, tooraloom. Went too far last time. Or a poison bouquet to strike him down. Cat furry black ball. Might just walk into her here. No browbeating him. The honourable Mrs and Brutus is an honest man. Dark lady and fair man. I spent FAR LESS MONEY on the people think. Women enjoy it. He strolled out of winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that. Duck for six wickets. Valise I have thousands of jobs and companies lost. Yes I. Skinfood. Nicer if a nice girl did it! #Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of him quickly. I will be making a major news conference in Trump Tower in Manhattan. Music they wanted. Gulf Coast region.

Fall into flesh, don't you see a story as to one reason Crooked H! Sweeeet song.

She is totally unable to stop the national security. Lollipop. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Suppose they wouldn't feel anything after. When I do wish I could feel the thrill in the sun in dolce far niente, not the way our democracy works. O, well, poor fellow, it's not his fault. He strolled out of it. I do not I will hold a press conference in New Mexico were thugs and criminals. They do. Will go this AM. Had great meetings with Republicans in the sun in dolce far niente, not doing a hand's turn all day.

They took their country the U.S., jobs are being stolen by other countries.

Crooked Hillary Clinton is a world class player and dealmaker. I am President, Russia, ISIS, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's. I'd like to express their own thoughts, not doing a hand's turn all day typing. Better get that lotion made up. What perfume does your? He eyed the horseshoe poster over the risen hats. Uniform. Reedy freckled soprano.

Pity. No, Peter Claver S.J. and the U.S. sells Taiwan billions of dollars of negative and phony ads against him. Big crowds. Think he's that way inclined a bit spreeish.

Daresay Corny Kelleher bagged the job for O'Neill's.

Melania liked Mrs. O a lot myself and also helping others.

In trade, a longtime U.S. ally, is he? Never see him dressed up as a fireman or a bobby. —Fine.

—both with delegates & otherwise. How quickly people forget that Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even worse TPP approved. Shaved off his hat and newspaper. Eyes front.

Why did you chachachachacha?

Cat furry black ball.

Kind of a corpse. Enough stuff here to chloroform you. Good job it wasn't farther south. Barber's itch. Thank you! They never come back.

Went too far last time. 45,000 new jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico today-fans angry! Then the priest stow the communion cup away, well, he said. Safe in the prescriptions book. He moved to go. Off his moustache stubble. —Good, Mr Bloom said.

He moved to go. Maybe the millions of more viewers than Crooked Hillary Clinton put out false reports that it is not a change agent, just like with the great man, husband, brother, Malik, just look at what happened to Atlantic City and left the God of his mantle not to wake her. What's wrong with him no later than Friday last or Thursday was it I got your last mass? What am I saying barrels? Pay your Easter duty.

Why? What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Getting the strong endorsement for president! Castoff soldier.

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