#But if my goat is going to live inside with me then can I classify it as a dog?

[maracujatangerine]

Collaboration

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

Lydia glanced through her notes once again, dark green ink on white paper detailing her plans for the event and some of the questions she wanted to ask.

The book on the desk in front of her had a glossy photo of a shaggy billy goat on the cover, the animal’s strange eyes meeting the observer’s with amused intelligence. The curve of his massive horns matched almost perfectly the outline of the mountain ridge behind him. It seemed almost impossible to capture such a moment and yet the whole book was filled with similarly impressive photography. Lydia’s personal favourite was a photo of a hawk diving in front of a waterfall, the whole image misty and fluid like a dream.

It was quite a coup, Lydia felt, to have snagged such a famous photographer to take part in an event at her shop. There would be two local nature photographers that would take part in person, and then a digital presentation by Decima de Mares. She felt slightly nervous, what she had heard was that Decima was a bit… peculiar. She hoped that the conversation would go well.

*

“I will have an interview soon” said Miss, taking unfolded clothes and throwing them on the bed. “And I think this should look like it’s clean in there”

“Can I stay there, Miss?” Juli asked anxiously.

“I suppose you could, why? Are you interested in the interview?”

“I just wanna to be in the same place as you” Juli said honestly

“That’s sweet.”

*

With a deep breath, Lydia opened the meeting app and smiled her most charming smile at the person on the other side of the screen.

“Hi! I’m Lydia Winterthorpe. Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with me.”

“No problem, it’s an opportunity for me too. I hope the camera is not picking up the mess in my room” Decima joked.

The conversation went smoothly after that.

“So what was your own favourite photo?” Lydia asked.

“I think it was one of the old castle. We do not know who built it, we only know a rough date of when it happened. By now there are only a few walls left and rain caused it to become some sort of a lake… a lake inside something that was once a luxurious living space. I think it’s very poetic. It’s also a special place for me. ”

A sudden movement in the corner of the screen caught Lydia’s eye. A glimpse of light brown fur against the photographer’s white wrist. Then she saw it again and smiled to herself.

“Sorry Miss Decima,” she said, “I lost my thread a bit, I just saw your cat waving its tail.”

“Oh no.” The pale woman smiled, too. “It is my pet, but he’s no cat. Even though he does knock things out of counters sometimes. Come on up and say hi, Juli.”

A short moment of silence.

“I said to say hello” Decima repeated. Was she angry? Or trying to force her pet to do something he didn’t want to?

A young man with a shock of light brown hair and grey eyes shyly raised his head. Lydia felt her blood run cold when she saw the collar around his neck.

*

For most of the interview Juli was just hidden away from the camera, enjoying the pats, and not paying much attention to what was going on around him. He was just wondering whether or not jelly could be classified as a soup. It was made by putting something in hot water after all. But the end result is solid, not liquid, so…

“...Juli”

He heard his name, pulling him away from his silly thoughts.

He made eye contact with Miss and she understood that he didn’t hear her, so she patiently repeated herself. She wasn’t even annoyed with him not listening and once again Juli was reminded how kind she was.

*

“Uhm, hello Miss Winterthrope… pleasure to meet you” said the boy awkwardly. “I’m sorry for interrupting, uhh…” he looked at Decima, like to check if he’s not saying anything wrong“... I hope my presence is not bothering you”

“No, that is totally fine.” Lydia smiled. “I’m glad to meet you, Juli.”

What kind of pet owner is she? Lydia wondered quietly to herself. Out loud, she asked.

“Have you been living with Decima for a long time?”

“Not yet, but… I hope I will” said the boy.

“That’s nice.” Does he say it because he feels like he has to? Or because she’s actually nice to him? Lydia thought to herself. And who am I to judge? Buying a pet yourself doesn’t exactly give you the moral high ground, does it?

”So, as we discussed earlier, I’m thinking it would be good if you give a presentation for around 30 minutes, and then we’ll open the floor to the public and everyone will have the chance to ask some questions.” Lydia made an effort to return to the topic of the meeting. “Does that still sound like a plan?”

As the blue-haired photographer assented, Lydia surreptitiously studied the pet. He seemed… fine. Clean, not injured, a bit on the thin side, perhaps.

”That sounds like it will be a very good set-up.” Decima said. “I’m looking forward to hearing from the other photographers as well, it is always nice to get some new perspectives.”

She smiled down at Juli kneeling by her side. “I haven’t been able to go to any conferences lately, so I really appreciate the chance to participate online. I got Juli somewhat by chance, and he didn’t have a great time in his previous life. I want him to get more comfortable with being on his own before I go away again.”

“Oh, I see.” Subconscious recognition clicked into place in Lydia’s mind. The way Juli looked at Decima reminded her of the way Coriander had been looking at her when he first came. She smiled, genuinely this time. Her brown eyes glittered. “I know what that’s like, actually.”

Raising her voice slightly, she called out. “Cory, would you like to come in and introduce yourself?”

*

After a moment, the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard. A pet with blonde hair appeared on the screen. He looked… pretty. He was of the kind that rich people would show off and he had no scars on his face.

Juli suddenly felt nervous.

Even though they both were pets the one on the other side on the screen looked so much more… proper. What if he would notice every mistake Juli makes and point it out and then Miss would be embarrassed, because she can’t even keep one pet in line?

“It's a pleasure to meet you. T-this pet’s name is Coriander.” When he raised a hand in greeting, Juli could see scarring all around his wrist.

“Nice to meet you, Coriander” said Miss.

“This is Decima and Juli.” Miss Lydia explained. “She is the photographer I told you about.” The brunette held up Miss Decima’s book to the pet, who smiled.

“Y-you have created a beautiful book, Miss Decima.” He said. “Miss Lydia has shown it to t-his pet.”

“Thank you.” Miss smiled. “We just talked about which photos we like the best, did you have a favourite picture?”

It was subtle, but Juli caught the way the other pet glanced at Miss Lydia. When she nodded encouragingly, Coriander continued.

“T-this pet l-liked the photo with the field of sunflowers against the mountain. T-the light w-was a-amazing.” Quickly, he added. “B-but all the photos were beautiful.”

“That is one of my favourites, as well.” Miss said.

“What about Juli?” Miss Lydia asked. “Which photo did you like the best?”

“My favourite is from… not from this book, there is another one with fishies and… can I bring it there?”

“Go ahead, we’ll wait.”

Juli disappeared for a while and came back carrying a book in a hard, black cover. He opened it on one page and turned it to the camera. There was a seahorse, visible sunrays crossing the water and scattering on the animal’s skin.

“I liked it very much and because it’s cute and I even was gifted plush seahorse, because I liked it so much”

”That is gorgeous!” Miss Lydia said. “I understand why that is your favourite.”

“I-it is beautiful.” Cory agreed.

“Well,” Miss Lydia said, “thank you for the meeting. It was really nice to talk with both of you. I think we have a good plan in place, Decima, but let’s meet on Wednesday and make the final decisions.”

“N-nice to meet you, Miss Decima, Juli.”

“Likewise.”

*

This post is a collaboration between @octopus-reactivated and @maracujatangerine. It is part of the 2023 BBU Community Days organised by @bbu-on-the-side. This is our joint entry for day 15: Collaboration.

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[liptonsbabe]

The light is coming [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Lexington! reader

Chapter 1

Summary: The power of the Dark Lord shakes the entire magical community to its foundations, no one is safe as Lord Voldemort  is so strong and the boy who lived becomes weaker; The magnanimous Order of the Phoenix is in dire need to gather all its members and even to recruit wizards beyond the borders of the community.

Albus Dumbledore knows that amidst the reign of darkness, the light will return to restore all that it took and bring with it extraordinary powers, even if it leaves an aftermath that cannot be erased. The Order of the Phoenix will need all the help it can get, including the help of the mythical (Y/N) Lexington.

Harry Potter's parents were not the only ones killed by the hands of Lord Voldemort.

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: none

A/N:Hi! A new Bill’s fanfic for you all. This story is finished so if you like this part let me know so and i’ll update as soon as i can! Again, reader’s last name is Lexington but is just for the plot of this story 

English not my mother language so please don’t kill me. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Order Of The Phoenix

Charlie and Bill Weasley had returned from their jobs abroad with the only purpose of duly serving the Order of the Phoenix commanded by Albus Dumbledore. For Bill it hadn’t been a sacrifice to return home, things in Egypt were not going at all well and he only asked for his transfer to an English office to work and at the same time help the Order. It wasn’t the same for his brother Charlie, cause he had to leave all his errands in Romania along with all his beautiful dragons.The journey to Grimmauld Place had been complicated cause, despite not missing anything from the countries they were returning from (with the exception of Charlie's dragons) they could quickly get used to the quiet, anti-Voldemort pace of life that the English magical community was vitiated by.

Both brothers were welcomed by their mother Molly Weasley, with tears in her eyes she hugged them as tightly as she could inviting them into the farthest room possible. Bill remembered Grimmauld Place very vaguely, the only time he set a foot inside the house was when Dumbledore asked him to help him clear the rooms and turn them into curse free spaces where they could quietly discuss classified Order business.

No matter how many times they cleaned that place, the old house of Black would always remain with that grayish appearance and the musty smell of worn wood. Sirius didn't seem to have any intention of renovating its fallen parts - of which there were quite a few - but seemed to enjoy watching the house fall apart. Be that as it may, Bill thought that any place was a good place to plan the crazy moves Albus Dumbledore had in his head.

The room was filled with people Bill had met before through letters his mother sent him informing him of the Order's progress, Dumbledore thought the best way to gain the upper hand against Voldemort's dark army was to recruit wizards who were willing to give their lives to protect the magical community. Surprisingly more people arrived than Bill could have imagined in addition to all those wizards and witches who had already been part of the association for years.

Taking a seat by the door, Bill and Charlie recognized the silhouette of Nymphadora Tonks. Not that it was very difficult to recognize her as her short, straight, bubblegum pink hair stood out among all the others. The metamorphmagus managed to acknowledge the newcomers sending them a warm smile before gluing her gaze on the door.

Charlie elbowed his brother's shoulder

“Dumbledore and his crazy schemes making us come here just for the Order business....”

“It was necessary," Bill cut him off, looking at him out of the corner of his eye, "Do you even know what's going on with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, don't you?” Charlie shook his head “it’s a real mess and you'd know it if you didn't spend so much time with your dragons.

“Don't bring them into this”

“They're some of them now?”

“Yeah, we got a shipment of Peruvian Vipertooths in this month and oh, brother, they're beautiful!”

“Wait” Bill frowned ”Those things doesn’t eat people?

“well yes, but that's only part of their diet, they also feed on goats and cows. We keep them in a cage near the forest because that species was supposedly exterminated after being considered dangerous to wizards and muggles alike, but I think they're beautiful”

Charlie's eyes sparkled and Bill couldn't help thinking that he was the odd one among his siblings. His admiration for dragons frightened him even though he found it adorable at times.

“You know, I'm not surprised you're still single. Knowing you as i do, you'll end up marrying one of those dragons or in the worst case, eaten by one”

Charlie didn't like his older brother's comment.

“What about you? As far as I know, you're not dating someone either”

Charlie's sudden criticism made him clear his throat and settle better in his seat. When they looked over at Tonks, they noticed that she was still staring at the door. Charlie hurried him to answer his comment.

“I met someone” His brother's blue eyes widened, amazed “I mean, we met in Egypt, she was traveling and we only went out a couple of times, nothing important.

“That's what you always say, William” Charlie looked at him mischievously ”No one seems to be good enough for you, huh? Or are you still thinking about someone since our childhood?”

Bill knew what his brother was trying to do and immediately shook his head. He had had this adolescent love for a girl who had left to France without anyone knowing the reasons why. Bill was totally hooked on her, yet the disappointment of her being thousands of miles away from him had broken his heart in a way he couldn't explain. Charlie knew about it, because he was the only one of his siblings who was old enough to understand; still, that didn't take away from the fact that he made fun of her misfortune a couple of times.

“Shut it”

Albus Dumbledore brought an end to everyone's conversations after standing up and clapping his hands a couple of times to get their attention. With a sincere smile, Dumbledore dimmed the lights in the room to reveal dozens of candles levitating all over the place. Bill fell silent and looked at the man

“I know that most of you here had to pause your activities just to attend this extraordinary meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, and for that I want to thank you," Dumbledore smiled at them, "We are fully aware of what is happening in the magical community thanks to the terrible presence of Lord Voldemort," Dumbledore ignored the shrieks of amazement from the audience “That leaves me with the advantage of not having to explain what is obvious to you, so the important thing about this assembly is to make it clear that, despite the magnificent increase in our membership over the past few days, we are still in the minority against the Dark Lord's ranks”

The murmurs grew louder and louder, causing Dumbledore to ask for everyone's calm.

“This doesn’t mean that your help is in vain, what I am trying to say is that we need more wizards and witches to join the Order”

“Where will we get more people?”Asked a witch wearing a yellowish hood on her head, "People are afraid, they're not going to join the Order just like that”

“We'll try to convince them," Dumbledore said calmly. "Of course, all of those who want to join will have to undergo proper training.

“So you're asking for more Aurors?”Minerva McGonagall asked. Professor Dumbledore smiled broadly

“Indeed”

The hubbub in the room intensified for a couple of minutes before Albus Dumbledore called for silence. Bill agreed with everyone that this was sheer madness. It was practically impossible for aurors to enter something as sensitive as the Order of the Phoenix - with the exception of Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody, Bill thought those two were insane - without them reporting every movement of Order members to the Ministry. Yes, the aurors were the best trained people for this kind of work, however, they were the hardest to convince

“Why don't we just make Harry a part of the team?”Asked  Sirius from the middle of the room. Molly Weasley let out a shriek of indignation.

“What are you talking about? Harry's just a boy!”

“Molly, please, the boy knows more about this situation than any of us put together!”

“Even so, it's still dangerous for him”

“It is for everyone. I don't see what difference it makes if Harry is in on it, that way he'd have more support from the Order and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would stay away from him”

-If it is true what Sirius says," Dumbledore interjected, "It's no less true that Harry can't be a member of the Order yet. Not until he fixes the problem he has with the ministry after he used magic in front of a Muggle trying to ward off the Dementors that are getting closer and closer to non-wizards. Right now Harry should be being moved to this place to stay at least until the new school year begins.

“And in the meantime what are we going to do?” Severus Snape asked. Bill raised his eyebrows, noticing how Nymphadora Tonks raised her hand to give her opinion.

“I hope this isn't too hasty, but I've been sending some letters to Beauxbatons College in France in search of a response from the Aurors. It is well known that none of them have been willing to give us their help, but this afternoon I received a letter from one person who is willing to help us in any way she can," Tonks looked at everyone before continuing, "I know that one person doessn’t represent a great addition to our ranks, but I am absolutely certain that she is our best option”

Bill's eyes flicked from Nymphadora to Dumbledore repeatedly. He had that strange feeling that Dumbledore knew who she was referring even though she hadn't said the name yet. Dumbledore nodded a couple of times asking Tonks to continue. She cleared her throat

“She should be here soon”

“We’ll wait patiently”

Dumbledore's nod wasn't necessary cause seconds later the door flung wide open letting in the light from the main corridor. Bill glanced at the newcomer noting your expensive French clothes and your perfectly coiffed hair in a ponytail. His breath quickened as he took a close look at your face and recognized those features he remembered from when he was a teenager. A quick glance at Charlie was enough to confirm that what he saw was not an illusion.

The whole room rose to their feet, and as you entered the room raising your hands to the sky, the room was filled with a bright light that caused everyone to take cover before it blinded them permanently. Bill caught a glimpse of Tonks' pleased giggle before you reached Dumbledore giving him a handshake as a greeting while keeping the light alive with your opposite hand.

Your wand was in your jacket pocket and from your hands an endless fountain of light gushed forth, bringing peace to the members of the order.

The mythical (Y/N) Lexington didn’t needed a wand to have magic.    

#bill weasley #bill weasley imagines #bill weasley x reader #domhn #domhnall gleeson imagine #domhnall gleeson x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter cast #charlie weasley #fred weasley imagines #order of the phoenix

[pyraffin-drgo]

All Heavy interactions in Poker Night at the Inventory.

For you to interpret however you wish.

Video Version

(They have [bootleg movies] in your country?) "I like movies, yes." (Yeah, like what? [Lists movies]?) "No. My favorite are The Dirty Dozen and the first twenty minutes of Rocky four."

(We can talk Tetris?) "Hmmph. Tetris is baby game." (Tetris Attack keeps it hood!) "Why does everybody think I love this Tetris? It is just stacking!"

"[To Strongbad] Tiny Heavy." (What is it?) "Do you get the nightmares?" (I get the jibblie nightmares. [Describes silly nightmare, shivers].) "I am talking about the visions of endless suffering. Dead doctors everywhere. Spy can not be found. (No, but that sounds like the Jibblies.) "I do not like these 'jibblies.'"

"Strong and bad. How is boxing career?" (These. Are. My. HANDS!) "I was boxer, once. In school. We have to either box or learn to herd goats." Silence, looking concerned. "I am not good with goats..." (Too much information, man.) "At first, I do not like punching other boys... But then I learn to love it." Punches his palm menacingly.

(Find any rare drops lately?) "I do not understand." (When you get a kill, you get a present?) "When I get kill, I get honor of team." Smile drops. "Sometimes... I also get nightmares. A man does not go home to his wife and children." (So, no loot?) "Oh! You mean hat! Yes, I love hats! Sometimes, I get these. They are the best."

(Hey, Heavy. You know any hot Russian spies?) "I hate spies." (But you gotta have the inside line on some deadly minxes.) "You want hot spy?" (Am I not wrestle man?) "I have friend who gets you a hot spy. (Get em on the two-way, man!) "His name is Pyro." (Tycho, to Strongbad: The spy is hot because it is on fire.) (Oh...)

"[To Tycho] What do you do with life?" (Me?) "Yes. What is possible with tiny, frail body?" (I occupy myself with simulations... of various kinds.) "What is these?" (Struggles to explain.) (Strongbad: He lives in his parent's basement.)

(So, is there a Mrs. Weapons Guy?) "No. Sasha is my only love." (Sasha kills people, I presume?) "No." (Oh?) "WE kill people."

"[To Strongbad] Maybe you and I box?" (I can't risk my beautiful face, it's the franchise.) "We spar. For fun." (I don't think so.)

"Strong and bad. You wrestle? With mask?" (No, I'm a wrestle man, not those hack wrestle-LERS.) "Not like Iron Sheik?" (No, Iron Stake is a LER.) Heavy nods. "Hmm. This is too bad."

(So how long you been with those Team Fortress fellas?) "I do not understand." (The game's been on Steam for like 3 years. I imagine there was some audition process?) "Ohhh! Yes, I understand! I kill many men VERY quickly." (Excuse me?) "I kill record number of soldiers, and I am commissioned to join RED team."

(Mr. Weapons. I am in the market for a new firearm. [Specifications].) "Hmm, for you I do not recommend minigun then. You know, there is this fast baby man that annoys me greatly with shotgun." (Oh! Oh! What are the available options? I'll spring for leather!) "Da, this is good for you. I suggest Force-A-Nature." (I'll tell them [shop owner] Heavy Weapons Guy sent me.) "It is no need. I know guy."

"I will make hat from you, little bunny." No reply from anyone. A reference for the player to the Max hat in TF2.

"You look familiar, bunny." (How closely do you follow the Manhattan Crime Blotter?) Also a reference to the hat, Tycho then takes over conversation.

(If I need someone snuffed out, what's your going rate?) "Five hundred thousand U.S. dollars." (Steep.) "Cash." (You can do it discreetly?) "Sasha... not so discreet." (That's fine.)

(How did you guys hear of the inventory?) "My engineering friend brought me one night."

(This reminds me of the time Artie Flopshark rigged an entire poker tournament to pay off his loan shark.) "I know of this. This is respectable profession in motherland." Conversation is stolen by Tycho.

(This reminds me of [story]!) "I am reminded of time Engineer kill my entire team." (Damn Heavy, that's... heavy. Sorry to hear that.) "I search entire base for him. He tries to kill me with turret and mini turret, but I crush his toys like they are made of paper." (Sounds like crappy toys.) "Then I find him. Hiding by teleporter. I take his gun away from him. He tries to hit me with wrench! Hahohoh! So I take wrench away from him. I take his wrench and shove it down his throat, all the way down to the handle." (Christ!) Heavy laughs. "Then I rip off all his fingers one by one!" He talks while laughing. "Lets see you build toys now!" He breaks out in laughter. "There's blood- everywhere! And- he's crying!" More laughter. "I think he cries out for mother, but- but-" Crumples over laughing. "The wrench is stuck in his throat! And it sounds like-" Makes choking motions and noises then laughs. "Is this not the funniest thing??" (Horrified looks) (Head shakes slowly.) (That's some bleeped up bleep, man!)

(How about you, Heavy weapons? I'm guessing you're a vodka guy?) "Peach Bellini. But bubbles can give me headache."

(Mr. Weapons, how do you like your line of work?) "It is good. There are many benefits." (Oh! Like a free pass to snuff out bad guys or a waffle bar?) "Both. And full dental."

(I wonder if this dump is haunted.) (I hope so! Roughing up who can't die is fun!) "...I do not like ghosts..." (It's okay, Mr. Weapons. I have [extensive experience]. I can handle a few ghosts.) "...You will take care of ghosts for me?" (You bet cha!) Heavy nods at him. "I like you, tiny rabbit."

[Story including a union] "I am union. RED local six fifteen." (You guys unionized?) "Eh. It was necessity for group medical."

"Tycho. This sweater, is special equipment?" (No, standard issue.) "You have no class specific head gear?" (Got a motorcycle helmet that protects from 100% of UV rays.) "This sounds beneficial."

(Why do you keep calling me 'Tiny Heavy'?) "You are Heavy. Tiny. No? You are RED team. You have killing gloves of boxing. You earn these for being great killer! You should try out for RED team." (Hmm. Guess I could join your team of ruthless killers and lame hat wearers and watch you get grenaded by 8 year olds.) "You will take many bullets before dying I think."

(Hey, Heavy. I just finished [Russian fantasy book]. Ever read it?) "No." (Oh. What's your favorite book?) "I prefer war." (Ah, War and Peace. Tasteful.) "No. Just war." (Art of War?) "Nyet." Silence. "I like 'Tsar Hunger' by Leonid Andreyev. You know this?" (...No.) "Is classic."

"You have hands like young girl." (I keep them shits moist.) "...So you are more of sneaky, stabbing type?" (In an extreme circumstance, I guess.) Heavy looks at him suspiciously. "I keep my eyes on you." (No, no no- I wasn't implying that-) Heavy looking at him angierly. (Shit.)

(Ever listen to music while you work?) "Yes! I just buy new walkman." (What gets you in the killing mood? Icelandic death metal?) "I just get Huey Lewis tape. Keeps spirits up on battle field."

"[To Tycho] You have woman?" (Not with me) "She is pretty?" (Yeah, cute, glasses, red hair.) "She has the red hair??" (No, Heavy! She is not on the other team! Don't have to kill her!) "No. But I love the red hair!" (Well, you can't have her, either.) Re-used image of Heavy looking at him angrily. (Well, maybe we can work something out.)

(Hey, Heavyman. You think you can 'take care' of the King of Town for me?) "I can assassinate king, yes. It is expensive, though." (By take care of I meant sneak in and shave off half his mustache.) "I am not best at sneaking." (Confront him in a dark alley then?) "This is better. That way blood wash away in rain."

(You have any interest in moonlighting?) "WHAT? I am not moonlighter!" (Just a little work on the side with Sam and me beating up goons!) "Oh. I can not do this." (C'mon it's fun and free!) "No, I am sure it is." (Then what's the problem?) "I have non compete." (Ah, yeah. Lawyers.)

(All these aces reminds me of [weird dream]. You have any weird dreams, Mr. Weapons?) "I sometimes dream that I am killed. There is blood everywhere. (Tycho gives him a weird look) But then I wake up and I realize this is ridiculous! Nobody can kill Heavy weapons guy! (Riiiight...)

"[To his chips] This is good Solider. This one is good Doktor. You are demolition man."

"Saaaandvich, sandvich, I love you sandvich!" (Would you like someone to order you some food?)

"Blue man." (Tycho.) "Tycho. What college do you go to? You are educated, no?" (Actually, no.) "No?" (I studied at Gygax Polyhedral if you catch my drift.) "I do not. This is good school?" (Uh. The best.) "I went to Soviet College of Mines, Farms, and Science. I have PhD in Russian literature." (Do you.. use that in your work?) "More than you think."

"Tiny Heavy, who is your favorite to kill in war?" (Those discount three-pack green helmets.) "To kill spy is glorious thing! How about you, Max? You are killing type." (My favorite enemy? Like asking me to choose between my children!) Heavy laughs. "You crack me up, little bunny!"

(Hey, Hefty Bag, you ever play video games?) "Just one." (Oh yeah?) "It is called-" (Tycho: WoW?) "Nyet. That is not popular. It is called 'Where's an Egg'." (Strongbad: I love Where's an Egg!) "Where's an Egg is as big as Tetris in homeland."

(Concerning your firearm, whay caliber we talking?) "Big." (What, we talking 300 Weatherby Mag here?) "Bigger." (50 cal, whereabouts?) "Bigger than 50 caliber. They are hand made custom tool cartridges with classified diameter." (Why's that?) "So enemy canmot use ammunition. But Sasha can chew through theirs." (Diabolical!) "I think so." Nods.

(Alright, big pretend killer man. Tell me the most awesome story you have with plenty of senseless violence!) Heavy thinks. "When I was boy, I was at camp, being trained in many ways of combat." (Assassination camp for kids! This is gonna be good!) "There was sparrow sitting on fence. Snow falls quietly around me. Without notice, another boy jumps from behind tree and kills sparrow with throwing knife. The boy runs away." (And then??) "I pick up sparrow, and hear his last breath before digging him tiny grave..." (Tycho crying) (Max silent) (That's not even a little bit funny, man.) Heavy shakes his head solemnly. "No..." Sits back. "It's not."

(So, what do you do for fun?) "Clean Sasha. Use Sasha... Clean Sasha again." (Proper maintience is crucial.) "I also collect old coins." (A fellow numismatist!) "Which I melt down to make custom bullets." (Of course.)

"I am hungry for sandvich." (Then order a sandvich, man.) "Oh, I can not have sandvich! I become unstoppable killing machine!" (Yeah, maybe order a water.) "Is best."

"You wear blue sweater." (All the time.) "What are you?" (Haven't we went over this?) "You are not Scout. Maybe very tricky blue Spy? Maybe... new class?" (I can use a keyboard to sabotage your entire team, steal your intelligence, and have your sister delivered to my doorstep in one afternoon. Yes, I'm a new class.) Heavy, shocked, "This is true??"

(Hey, Heavyman, what's your living situ-aysh?) "I live in RED barraks. Is nice. There is foos table." (How about taking a room in the house of Strong?) "There is vacancy?" (First you'll have to dump the current person in your room.) "This is enemy?" (He won't put up much of a fight.)

Hope you enjoyed, spent most of the day copying all these down. The non-Heavy lines are paraphrased for shortness. Heavy's are full, how they are in game.

#long post #tf2 #team fortress 2 #heavy #tf2 heavy #heavy weapons guy #poker night #poker night at the inventory #neat

[cyberbullyinc]

estoy bien también!!! im glad you like chatting with me bc i love ranting about all of this to you!! can you elaborate more on the difference between the flavors of food in mexico city vs elsewhere? i’ll be honest, i don’t really know if i know authentic mexican flavors solely bc of where i live & mexican restaurants being fairly americanized and i make “mexican” food at home, but i wouldn’t classify it as authentic in any way. i try, but grocery stores are pretty limited in a lot of ingredients. like, we make stuff like tacos and enchiladas with store bought ingredients, but i’m not super confident in my knowledge of genuine, authentic mexican cuisine. i hope you’ve had a great day!! 💖💖💖

omg que bueno<3 well the thing is that they say things like “quesadillas con queso” which is an oxymoron u know like well of course quesadillas are gonna have queso!!!! but the thing is that they think empanadas are the same as quesadillas and they have this thing called “torta de tamal”???? idk if u know what a torta is is like similar to a sub so imagine the inside of a sub just being A fucking tamal….. thats insane!!!!!! who does that!!!!! im sorru im high 😭😭😭😭 what i mean is that with mexico city being a metropolis and all that its become more american friendly so u can only find like hand made tortillas only in the “dangerous” neighborhoods not like where youd usually arrive coming from outside idk if im making any sense alsnjffkdmflgmgk but like in my state fish and …. i forgot the word all the food that lives in the sea is very popular like thats one of The Bug Foods up there with “antojitos” like molotes quesadillas enchiladas u know ur classic mexican food and i remember in guanajuato is super popular to have coffee w goat milk and ofc at the north we have carne asada and like u can find all these foods everywhere the thing is that its always gonna be a little different and probably better if u go to the source u know? aisnifndkdnf im rambling sorry

[dragonrajafanfiction]

CYOA: Gotcha

“I was invited directly. If you don’t believe me, you can ask him yourself.”  

You deliver this line with utmost confidence. This man was a waiter, someone who would be beneath a rich, young aristocrat like you were pretending you were. You were also a hybrid and was only briefly surprised that the waiter was one as well.

You could thank Chu Zihang later for exposure to what a truely frightening bloodline purity was like. This guy, while a hybrid, didn’t give off nearly the same shockingly inhuman aura as him.

The waiter let out a quiet hmph at your poise, but he still hesitated briefly, putting the business card down on the booth and walking away. “Please wait here.”

You see him disappear further into the restaurant, behind the dark wood counter of a bar. He picked up a phone and dialed the number. As a hybrid you had a much higher auditory sense than a normal human and could hear the conversation.

“Stravinsky brought a guest. This is a sensitive meeting. Did he say anything about it?” A pause. “Not sure. This person not one of us.”

The waiter nodded once and hung up the phone. He picked up a menu and wordlessly beckoned you inside. You can finally see the spacious interior. A live jazz band was playing, a svelte women in a skimpy gown crooned into microphone on a small stage. The tables were shrouded in darkness and cigarette smoke. 

You’re led to a large round table and you and Stravinsky recognize each other right away. 

With him other men in business attire were seated. You assume that they’re hybrids as well. They eye you with moderate annoyance. One that looked Asian ignored you completely. Another a women with mahogany colored skin, gave you the flash of the whites of her eyes, stood up and left the table.

You get the distinct feeling that you’re not welcome here but you have no choice but to wade into this river full of crocodiles. 

“I guess it’s a little late for introductions.” You hand Stravinsky your business card with your fake ID on it. Your name, a made up entity called Alpha Corp. Supposedly, you’re a successful software engineer.

Stravinsky pockets it without looking at it. “Gentlemen, where are your manners? Don’t tell me that we’re closing recruitment now that we’re so close to our goal.”

Your ears perk up and you look around, more intently now.

The Asian man finally gives you a bit of attention. “I kind of feel sorry for you. You were probably expecting a business opportunity. But this is a religious meeting.”

You look him straight in the eye and reply quickly. “What’s the difference?”

Stravinsky snorted with laughter, ducking his head. “Do I know how to pick them or what? I caught this young blood bidding 50 million on the Eye of Horus. Don’t be so close minded. We are all clearly a believers in the power of the gods.”

He leaned forward. “Besides, I’m in need of a play-tester for a very important game.”

His eyes sparkled in the dark as he gazed at you, not as an equal but like a predator, eying prey through the bars of a cage, imagining all the things he would do to you once he got his claws into you. You’d have to be careful.

“Tell me the details you want, but shouldn’t we introduce ourselves first?” Names, contact information... these were what Chu Zihang told you to acquire.

“We don’t use our real names here.”

The smartly dressed black woman returned to her seat and you nod to her. She flicks her eyes at you and says nothing.

“This is Amber Isle.” He says nodding to the woman. “This is Agate Image.” he says of the Asian man. 

As he introduces the people in turn, you immediately notice a pattern. The inclusion of a precious stone and the letters A.I. You file that away for later.

“And what’s your religion?”

“You should know the answer to that, if you’re in here.” Stravinsky lifted a bottle of wine and poured it into a glass to offer it to you. “Hybrids... they have a certain smell. Yours is faint... but it’s definitely there.”

“You’re going on like that? It’s a little embarrassing.” You take the wine.

Agate snorts. “If its embarrassing for you, imagine how it is for us. We’ve told him again and again, stop bringing his new hires to high level meetings.”

“I want to let them know what working with us has to offer.” Stranvinsky took on a wounded tone. “You don’t think its effective? It’s far more effective than your habit of picking them up off the street.”

He sounded pretty proud of himself. “And if I agreed to your game, what would you do?”

You obliquely reminded him that you haven’t agreed to anything yet. You need more information.

The woman next to him was strangely silent but she wasn’t ignoring you any longer, but watching you like a hawk. Her eyes were sharp. She didn’t trust you and that much was obvious.

You take a sip of the wine, meeting her eyes. 

“Ah. Remember what I said about defeated death at the end of the game? What if it wasn’t a game? What if it could actually be done?”

“Immortality is a fairy tale...”

“And yet every major religion preaches about it doesn’t it?” Stravinsky says slyly. “And we know what group who has perfected the art.”

“You’ve figured out dragon egg-making?”

You squint your eyes in shock. After the 4 kings were created, they were split into pairs. Both twins were born from special eggs. This combination of Alchemy and Technology was a mystery to even the oldest of Hybrids. So long as the dragon could make an egg after birth, once it died it could be reborn into the world. The only way to kill a dragon king was after birth, preventing it from creating its egg.

“You’d still have to be a dragon to do it. And you’re just a hybrid. No offense.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to believe it just by my say so.” He slid his cellphone forward and you hone in on it. There’s a video playing. A bright complicated alchemical circle, runes and what looks like an urn. “Is that an authentic dragon egg?” You ask, but you’re really focused on a certain icon. A text message has been received.

You reach for the phone as though to hit pause and accidently swipe down. A text message and a phone number catch your eye. But you pretend its a mistake and pause the video to examine it.

Stravinsky takes the phone back however. “Do you believe me now?”

“I do...” You say cautiously, while you mentally record the phone number you just saw in your memory. “How many others are involved in this?”

“Many? To know more, we’ll need you to agree to be one of us.”

You look at the other members of the table all of them scowling at you.

“Is this solely your decision?” You ask.

“You’ve already seen too much. I’m afraid we can’t let you leave.” Agate moves his jacket slightly to the left to reveal the gun hidden at his chest. “Sorry. It’s not much of a choice.”

Stravinsky scoffed. “For the rich and the strong, there is always a choice. I swear, you think you’re still part of the Yakuza.”

Agate’s eyes narrow to slits. “You just showed a highly classified document like it was an introduction pamphlet!”

You glance at Stravinsky who seemed to be enjoying his colleagues ire. But the man did have a point. He invited you to this restaurant, he knew you were a hybrid... what else was he assuming about you?

Fear starts to creep in. Was he behind the missing agent? Was he looking for his next victim? Laying obvious bait to trap the new target from Cassell?

“The truth is, I’m a software engineer. I work at the pleasure of my clients.” You say, setting the wine glass back on the table. “I can consult on any matter they like. At its heart, my job is to find solutions to client problems.”

“I don’t know about this egg business... but if you hire me as a consultant, you can both be rid of me and insure confidentiality as business partners.”

Glances were exchanged around the table and you secretly hope that they agree to this and not drag you down some dungeon and sacrifice a goat or something.

“I think this is acceptable.” The black woman, Amber, sighs and nods once.

Agate’s eyes go round. “I don’t agree with this but I suppose I have no choice now.”

“I guess that means you’re hired...” Stravinky also seems disappointed. Maybe he liked goat rituals.

Deep relief overwhelms you to your core. “Now, I take it you have a secure way to contact me? One we can freely use?” 

It was Amber who pushed forward a different card. This one only had a QR code on it. “You’ll be able to obtain that information here. Any software needs we have, we’ll be in touch.”

Much to your surprise she offers her hand to you. When you shake it, it feels strangely pebbly. Your eyes go wide. This woman... she had scales!

Her hand squeezes around yours. “Soft... just like an IT professional.” She purrs. “Failure won’t be tolerated. Neither will betrayal.”

She lets you go and you try to slow your pulse.

Stravinsky elbows you sharply. “She’s quite something isn’t she?”

You manage to hold your cool facade when you get out of the restaurant. You weren’t a smoker or a drinker, but right now, you really wished...

Your hands are in your pockets to hide how much they were shaking. You could still feel the scales on the back of her hand, the sight of the dragon king egg case. The gun. How close were you to dying in the restaurant?

After you walked around the block you flag down a cab to take you back to your hotel.

You take off your dress clothes and look at the clock. 3 am.

The phone buzzes. You put it on speaker phone. “Report.”

But you’ve barely had time to collect your thoughts! 

You make the best report you can. “Okay, so that’s what I’ve got.” Putting the QR card on the table, you massage your shoulders. You’re tempted to ask if you can go home now.

All of a sudden you’re interrupted by a critical voice. “You agreed to be hired by them?”

“I...” You weren’t sure what to say to this. “I had to find a middle way.”

“No... this is good. Because you’ll be in contact and you’ll be paid. That gives us two contacts. However, EVA will be monitoring both. I recommend you work remotely. These people are too dangerous for your level.”

You breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you, sir.”

“Take a break and rest up. We’re going to have to get you out of Munich. Were you followed?”

“Not that I saw, sir.”

“I’ll put out some security guards for you.”

Was Chu Zihang that concerned for your safety? He hung up abruptly. 

You can’t think to do much more. You were too tired to even put on your PJs. You just lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

You don’t remember your eyes closing, but you’re awakened by a sound.

Your cellphone is buzzing and vibrating erratically. Lines of green text descend in a cascade across the screen and then it goes black with only two words. “Gotcha.”

What do you do???

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A. Jump behind the bed.

B. Call for help.

C. Throw the phone from the window.

#Dragon Raja #Text Based Game

[flamingo-writes]

You want Corazon requests?! You got it! How about.... Corazon and a marine partner during his time away from Doffy? 😏 Or should I be more specific??

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! It has a little bit of angst in the background, but it is a bit fluffy, specially at the end! 

Fluffvember Post

Word Count: 1.1K 

Warnings: None

I Need Your Help — Corazon x Reader 

The best part of working as Sengoku’s subordinate was the goat. His jokes were also good. And the fact that he trusted you so much, you got to hear classified information, you were aware of pretty much anything that happened within the marines. 

The worst part? Was the endless paperwork. Boring paperwork, stacks that seemed to grow on their own, your sights getting as louder. Your eyelids heavy, not as heavy as the judging whispering piles of paper you had to go through.

Not until the den den mushi on your desk started ringing. The rhythmical alarm that always managed to skyrocket your adrenaline, as you had to answer and sound like you weren’t just about to fall asleep.

“Sengoku’s office” you said as your eyes suddenly were wide open and your mind tasted like an aftertaste of drowsiness. 

“[Name], it’s me” Rocinante’s voice echoed on the other end as your heart stopped. “I need your help” the brief silence following his request made your heart stop. 

“Ro?! What’s wrong?” You asked exalted.

“It’s a long story. Can I meet you in Sabaody?” There was something slghtly different in his voice, however, you could not tell what was it at first. 

“Okay? Wh-what should I tell Sengoku?” You answered nervously.

“I’ll talk to him. I’ll explain everything there, [Name]” The way his voice was sharp sort of sounded like if he was in a hurry, sparking questions inside your head, each worse than the previous one.

“Alright, I’ll see you there, Ro…in how long?" 

"Hopefully I’ll be there in two days" 

"Okay, two days it is” Your mind, still bewildered by every possible scenario of whatever could be happening to Corazon made your heart twist in weird ways, painful and sickening. 

“Thank you so much [Name], I love you” he said hanging up. 

Worried, now more than ever, you continued to stare at the small snail in front of you. Donquixote Rocinante, your longtime lover called for one of three reasons. Reporting back to Sengoku, because he was missing the sound of your voice or to vent, since being undercover, “working” for his brother was stressing enough for him to make him believe from time to time he was losing his mind. 

*

It had been a few months now. After meeting with Rocinante in Sabaody, he told you the whole story, and asked you to help him navigate around. You once were remarkable navigator, knowing the movements of the sun and the moon better than your eating habits. And since, you’d been helping Corazon and Law sail to various islands, each as disappointing as the previous one.

Each and every doctor you’d met had refused to treat Law, some even refusing to be in the same room as him. To this, Law’s tiny hope of getting better had completely dissipated, like a snowflake falling on water. As for Rocinante, he clung to the small chance of finding a real doctor, someone who’d truly live up to a doctor’s purpose of healing anyone in need. 

While camping on an abandoned shore next to a fire, Law had fallen asleep on your arms. From the moment you met, you were immune to Law’ rude and sassy personality. And your motherly warmth soon captivated him. Resting your cheek on top of his head, you were brushing his hair with your free hand. Law’s breathing deep and slow, possessed by such a heavy slumber, worth of all the nights he’d had trouble sleeping ever since he lost his family. 

Rocinante was looking at both of you. He had a gentle smile on his face, radiating the happiness the little scene caused him. Slightly jealous that up to this point Law trusted you more than him, however, that didn’t change the beauty of the scene he was looking at. 

It all made him feel slightly guilty. He knew you spent a fair amount of your day worried about him. It took months before the two of you could see each other again, even if it was for a single day. Keeping up with all the downsides that came with being with him, you were still there by his side. He’d be lying if he said he never thought about quitting his undercover mission and make it all up to you. 

Seeing you with a sleeping Law in your arms made him crave just that. What he thought felt like a small family moment tingled in his heart, making him realize he had been craving a real family ever since his parents died. 

Absentmindedly he sighed, maybe a little bit to loud. 

“Everything alright?” You asked looking at him as he gently smiled at you. 

“I love you, you know that?” He murmured. 

“I love you too” 

“You think we’ll find someone who actually wants to help him?”

“They better, I’m two steps away from becoming a doctor myself and do something about it…” You snapped in a low voice.

“Poor kid” Corazon purred looking at the kid, not realizing you had your eyes fixed on him.

“Ro, please promise me something, would you?” You spoke. 

“What is it, my love?” 

“Don’t return to Dressrosa. Stay with me” The way your voice sounded cold and serious, made his eyes open wide and connect his stare with yours “The both of you. It’s dangerous for you two to be there, and Law deserves to be in a better place, he deserves people who actually care for him and don’t want to make a human weapon out of him like Doflamingo is planning” 

In any other moment he’d tld you why he just can’t leave that. But he was still savouring this moment. His heart spoke for him, as his reasoning mind simply became a buzz in the background. 

“It would be a good plan…” Rocinante sighed. “Just the three of us…” 

Rocinante never thought about having kids, the idea of starting a family with you actually constantly crossed his mind. But given the nature of both of your jobs, that’d be difficult. However, he now had within his grasp a family.

He looked at you, as you looked down at Law, still stroking his hair, as the boy had his face snuggled against your shoulder. 

“I wish we could stay like this forever” He whispered as you looked back up at him. 

“Let’s do it, then…” You stared into his eyes. 

Stars reflected in yours, and the pouring love for him hypnotized him. He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against yours. Melting, his mind went blank, savouring this moment, a gentle happiness igniting his heart as if you were telling him “Everything will be fine, we’ll find a cure it all” and he knew everything would be alright. 

#one piece #One Piece Fanfiction #one piece corazon #corazon #donquixote rocinante #corazon x reader

[keeganbryceewrites]

Playing the right Notes

That Dreamy Look in Your Eye...

(Y/n)'s Pov

"Gotcha!"

I smiled as I caught the rabbit and removed my brown arrow from its head and placed the rabbit into my hunting bag. I grabbed my arrow and continued through the forest, jumping over logs and pushing past branches.

A few years ago, about 3 to be exact, the barrier was shattered and monsters were unleashed.

Humans responded with what humans respond with anything.

Another war.

This war is probably the worst one.

There's more casualties on both sides.

There are some Humans siding with the Monsters and helping them. Of course the king welcomes them.

But me...

Nah...

I'm a neutral, I, (Y/n) Bones, don't care about the war. I care about the demons they spawn. But recently, Demons have been quiet...

too quiet.

I am a hybrid, an Angel and Skeleton hybrid... I don't even classify as a monster... I have a little girl that I take care of, I found her a year ago. Her name is Chara... she has no memory of what happened before I found her, she told me that all she remembers is darkness and a bright white light.

I took her in. At first, she asked all sorts of questions and messed with my tail. I answered all questions and allowed her to play with my tail. She asked if I was a boy or girl. I asked why, since I am mostly gender fluid and I have male traits, such as my build and voice.

"No reason." She told me.

I told her I was a girl, based on my tail as I hid it underneath my trench coat.

She smiled brightly as her red eyes gleamed, "Then can I call you Mom?"

Looking back, I realized how much of a shock that would be. A human calling a Hybrid Mother... I snickered at the thought my brother must be feeling. Chiller, my eldest brother, he has black bones and deep red eyes... he has a child named Dean.

(Artwork is mine, yes, I messed up his arm... don't judge me please. It's a quick sketch)

He is a hybrid on his own... he has a human mother and a skeleton father.

The human was named Lily. The father is Chiller. I take care of both Dean and Chara. Since Dean would probably be killed at first look since he is mostly human at a glance. Now that I think about it, they both get along great since Dean is 10 and Chara is 9

"Momma!"

"Auntie (Y/n)!!"

Speak of the devil... or devils.

I was tackled to the ground by a blur of green and a blur of blue. I look up to see Dean and Chara piled on my ribs. I laughed heavily as I pushed them off. I heard the thumping of paws behind me and was greeted with a glomp from behind from Akumu, my demon companion.

Her lantern tail lit up brightly with glee.

Master!! I brought a deer!!!

I rubbed her head in approval, "Good job Akumu. I got rabbits! Who wants rabbit stew?"

Chara and Dean raised their hands while Akumu raised her paw. "Great! I'll get them ready once we reach the abandoned neighborhood just a few miles north. Now grab your bags and Akumu, please carry the deer on your back and stay in front. It's getting very dark out."

Akumu nodded and got the dead deer on her back as she kept her lanterned tail up high. I fixed my trench coat and hunting bag and held the children's hands as we followed Akumu.

We finally reached the abandoned neighborhood. Trees grew inside houses and vines crept up the walls and around cars. I pulled my hood over my head more and ushered the kids behind me. I hid them near a bush as Akumu watched over them.

I had to be careful, Humans could've placed traps in each of these homes, whether to catch food or a monster. (Monster was 666)

I went into a house that looked more furnished and looked better then the rest. A few cobwebs here and there.

Whoever owned this had a good payment. They must've fled too since— oh that must be the owner...

I was going to say since everything looked as if the person who owned this fled at the last minute, but a human skeleton on the foot of the stairs cut off my thoughts and judging by the way his neck was bent, the cause of death was a broken neck by falling off the stairs. Poor guy.

I smiled sadly and gathered his bones and began placing them outside in a pile. I placed dried grass over the bones and lit it. I felt a cool breeze and looked up to see a transparent male, mid thirties, wearing a white polo shirt and blue jeans. He had brown hair and green eyes and wore glasses. He smiled and mouthed a thank you and disappeared. I smiled softly and went back to call in Dean and Chara.

They both ran up to me and entered the house. I heard Chara gasp and seconds later, run up to me with a surprisingly clean stuffed goat. "Can I keep it? Please!!!"

I nodded, "Whatcha gonna name it?"

"Alex!"

I padded her head, "That's a great name. Now go get changed into some sleep wear while I get stew ready."

She nodded and grabbed her bag and ran upstairs.

I helped take the deer off of Akumu and skinned it. I washed the fur and let it dry over a clothing line outside. I could make a nice bag out of that keep the scraps for leatherwork. I cut off the hooves and put them in the fire outside. I sawed off the antlers  into bits to make small chewy treats for Akumu. I gave a large one to Akumu to eat.

Thank you Master.

I smiled back at her as she walked off to the living room as I placed the rest in a small pouch on my waist. I skinned the rabbits and hung them to dry. I salted the leftover meat and gave the hearts and brains to Akumu to serve as her meal. I put up the deer meat and began chopping up the rabbit meat into a steel pot full of cream of chicken soup.

I took off my trench coat and placed it over the couch when I realized that this house had running water and washed some dishes we used while we traveled.

I got out my Walkman and tuned to Kokomo by Beach Boys.

I swayed my hips to the beat and sang some of the lyrics,

"Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go

oh I want to take you down to

Kokomo, we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow

That's where we want to go, way down in Kokomo,

Martinique, that Montserrat mystique.

We'll put out to sea and we'll perfect our chemistry

And by and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity

Afternoon delight, cocktails and moonlit nights

That dreamy look in your eye, give me a tropical contact high

Way down in Kokomo..."

I stopped as I felt someone staring at me, I looked over to the kitchen doorway and saw Chara and Akumu there, smiling. I smiled back as Chara pulled my ring phalange and danced with me. I laughed and pulled her into a sway and sang louder as I spun her. "... Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo

Now if you want to go and get away from it all

Go down to Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go

oh I want to take you down to

Kokomo, we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow

That's where we want to go, way down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take you to

Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama

Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go!!"

I dipped Chara slightly and heard Dean clapping and recording with a video camera perched on Akumu's head. Akumu wagged her tail. "That was so awesome (Y/n)!! You sang so beautifully!!"

Chara beamed as I pulled her up and stirred the rabbit stew. "I know right! Her voice is like an angels!! Alex likes her voice to!" She held up her stuffed goat and shook its head.

I chuckled as I poured the stew into three bowls. "Dean, Chara, dinner is ready!"

I placed the bowls down and gave them forks and spoons. Chara frowned, "What's the matter sweetie? Don't you like it?"

"You forgot Alex Mom!"

I rolled my eye sockets and poured the stew into another bowl and placed it in front of the stuffed goat.

We ate in silence, I finished my stew and put the bowl in the sink and stored the rest of the stew in a large canteen. I came back to see the bowl in front of Alex completely empty and a chewing Akumu and a giggling Chara.

"Akumu, did you eat Alex's food?"

Akumu looked away in playful guilt. I patted her head and took away the finished bowls and cleaned them. Chara hugged my femur bones, "Thank you for cooking mom! It tasted great!"

I patted her head and told her and Dean to go play in the backyard while I set up a bed in the living room and got the couch ready.  I searched my backpack to find my portable DVD player. It was like a small cinema player. I searched for a movie off the shelves, "Lady and the Tramp? Nah. Robots? Nope... oh! Mulan! Nice!"

I grabbed the animated Disney movie and placed it in the player and got to the menu.

I called them both in and got changed into large boxers and a white tank top as they watched Mulan get her makeup on.

We made it to where the fat lady put ink all over her skin. The children laughed as I impersonated her, "FA MULAN!!"

I yelled out in a goofy and grumpy voice. We laughed and watched the movie with giggles here and there. We finished the movie with yawns and sleepy eyes.

Akumu put slept at the entrance doorway as watch as I tucked them in. Dean looked up and yawned, "Are we going to see Daddy tomorrow?"

I nodded, Tomorrow, we are dropping off Dean to the new monster capital and heading up north to Michigan to Canada to get away from the War.

At the pace we're going, we could make it.

As long as we don't run into the Royal Guard.

#gaster sans x reader #gaster #gaster sans #g!sans #g!sans x reader #writers on tumblr #papyrus #papyton #sans x reader #sans undertale #echotale #undertale #chara undertale #frisk the human #ut frisk

[fanficwriter013]

Drunk on Shadows

Drunk on Shadows

A Winter Soldier Fanfic

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Clint/Bucky eventually

Word Count: 1344

Warnings: Canon divergent, TWS is mostly rewritten for my purposes. 

Synopsis: Clint tries to retire, he really does. He hates to admit it, but he’s A) only human, and B) getting older. But when Nat calls with suspicious activity at SHIELD and an off-books mission for Clint he can’t tell her no.

Author’s Note: Written for the Winterhawk Reverse Big Bang @winterhawkbigbang, art courtesy of @avengerscompound

Chapter 1: The Setup

Clint had gotten quite the payday from the battle of New York, and he might have made a few impulse buys. The biggest of which had been a farm in a highly classified location. He’d wanted to retire, time off felt good on his aging human body. Which Clint really didn’t want to think about.

The farm was huge, a couple of hundred acres. A small flock of chickens, a goat or four, two houses and a shared barn and storage area. He was using this time to be more present in his brother’s life, and he was looking forward to being the cool uncle to his niece and nephew. They were also getting quite the education into animals, and responsibility with taking care of the chickens. It was a good plan, and Nat would sometimes stop by. Or call him to complain about SHIELD stuff. He was living the life.

“Clint, he’s literally a dinosaur. No, no wait. I just thought up a sick burn. How do you think patriotic stickler is going to react when I have my side mission?” Nat asked she was on a video chat with him so that she could sign along while she complained. Apparently, she and Steve were being sent on a mission to some boat, and Nat was not pleased about it. Although, that wasn’t unusual. She wasn’t pleased unless she got to go on a mission by herself, and she got to stab someone.

“Well, you know. Just stab him in the arm. He’ll be fine.” Clint joked, and Nat rolled her eyes at him. Her attention got drawn off the screen, and she quickly signed that she had to go before the chat was ended. She probably didn’t want to show emotion to anyone else, and Clint was fine with that.

Nat called back a few days later and was already in the middle of a story. Clint had to snap a few times to get her attention. She gave him a look, probably because he’d snapped at her like some sort of animal. He knew that, but she could forget to slow down.

“When you get here, I’m slapping you upside the head for that one.” Nat threatened. Clint narrowed his eyes at her, trying to figure out why he was going to DC. “Something’s going on. I want you to do your perchy thing, surveillance bird.” He was trying to read her face, looking for the prank. But apparently, she was serious.

“Okay fine. You owe me, big time.” Clint said, and Nat gave him a huge mischievous grin before she hung up on him again. He’d seen that look before, and he wasn’t sure he liked seeing it in this setting.

He'd been right. He'd been so right. Nat had gotten him a shitty, squatters apartment catty-corner to where Steve was living. The only times he could leave the apartment were when he was sure that Steve wouldn't catch him. Imagine trying to explain to that fucking face why you were caught spying on him. You know the face.

Most of the time it was hideously boring. Steve was such an old man it wasn't even funny. He listened to records and cried himself to sleep at night. And woke screaming like two hours later. Yeah, okay. Everyone had their issues, no one can escape from the vice grips of PTSD.

But then, one night it changed. Fury was in Steve's apartment when Steve wasn't. In fact, Fury had limped into Steve's apartment. And now Clint was on high alert. Something was going on. He didn't like the looks of this.

Fury had just been sitting in the dark, in Steve's apartment for over an hour when Clint caught a faint shiny reflection. Yes, someone might be able to make a joke about his bird name and being attracted to shiny objects. But it led him to see it.  No, Him.

There was a sniper, and if Clint hadn't already suspected something, he sure as hell did now. He couldn't risk his position, and he was sure that Fury was dark. Fury was off-grid dark. There'd be no text warnings to anyone.

It seemed like once the sniper got there, so did Steve. There was probably talking, but they were also spies, smart enough to have background noises or to verbally talk about something else. Then everything happened at once. The sniper fired, Clint couldn't worry about the target or their health. He needed to go after the ghost.

In a flash, Clint was out into the fire escape. Tracking the big bulky shadow, come to think of it. He had some seriously broad shoulders, that might have been a turn on. Clint shook his head, focusing on the task at hand.

The shadow had jumped from one roof to another, and now Clint was running down the street trying to keep up. But suddenly his ghost story put on a huge burst of speed, like seriously thirty miles per hour, and was gone. Clint was so distracted by his eyes failing him that he ran headlong into a wall. That wasn't unusual, nor was it the first time. But he'd have a hell of a time trying to explain this to Nat. Speaking of Nat, she was video calling him right now.

When he turned on the video it looked like she'd been crying, or rather trying not to cry. In Russia, emotions have you. Not the other way around. Sure, she'd agreed to come to SHIELD with him but her range of emotions was seriously stunted. He should know he was a pot here. There were about three minutes where she kind of just looked at him, almost like she wasn't even there before she said anything at all.

"Fury is dead." She said, and now Clint understood. He was her quasi-father, and this loss would affect her deeply. He made sure he caught her eye.

"I'll be at your apartment when you get back." He said, and she gave him a solemn nod. He could do that for her, hold her if she needed to cry. Hold up focus mitts if she just wanted to hit things. They could just drink vodka in silence. Or they could go to one of those shooting ranges. Whatever Natasha needed.

"Can you believe the nerve. Golden Retriever Rogers lied to my very face." Nat was pacing back and forth and ranting with a bottle of vodka in her hand. Occasionally she'd stop to take a swig, or four.

"You saw him right?" Nat asked, stopping dead in her tracks and spinning to point at Clint. Clint held his hands up, he didn't want her to throw anything at him.

"Yes, bulky shadow dude. Hulking dude, some broad ass shoulders. And hot damn those were some broad shoulders." Clint said, and Nat snapped her fingers at him before throwing the vodka cap at him.

"Dammit Clint, stop being a whore. He shot me, remember. And he's just killed Fury. Come on." She snarled at him, and Clint nodded. Okay, not the time. Shadow dude was still built like a tank though. And boy did Clint like his men. Full stop. Clint liked men, he wasn't picky about them.

"Birdboy, cut it out," Nat said sharply, clicking her fingers right in his face. He couldn't pretend to miss that like he'd missed about half of her ranting. Hearing aids can only help so much.

"Okay, so we're dealing with your ghost story. And you don't trust Steve. So how do you want to proceed?" He asked, sure she may be drinking. But she definitely wasn't drunk and she'd have good ideas about what she wanted to do.

"You're going to go back to watch Steve. You're off books, so he shouldn't be expecting you. Text me the second he does anything fishy. I want hourly updates." Nat said. That seemed reasonable. Something was definitely up here. She'd stay inside, he'd stay on the outside. They'd divide and conquer. It'd be okay.

// NEXT

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[doomedandstoned]

Southern Sludge Acolytes Midmourner Talk Roots, Drop New Sounds from Cavity Split

~Interview by Shawn Gibson~

Foreword by Billy Goate

It's been just a few years since I encountered MIDMOURNER at a show. The southern sludge band from Birmingham, Alabama was making a rare West Coast appearance and stopped in Eugene, Oregon to play an all ages venue called The Boreal (which sadly has since closed its doors). I was on hand with my trusty camcorder to capture the action and the sound turned out so well that the band issued it as a live album. For all the savagery of their music (and when you're standing right in front, just feet away, it is quite frightening, believe you me), I found the guys to be quite friendly -- reminding me of the fabled southern hospitality I missed most when I lived in the Bible Belt as a kiddo.

Since that encounter, Midmourner has been busy, most recently issuing a split with the band Cavity. Doomed & Stoned is proud to debut the song "When Knives Still Drove Conversation" from the Midmourner side of the record and, to accompany your listening, we've got an in-depth interview conducted by Shawn Gibson, who has made it something of a mission to document the unsung heroes in the underground sludge metal scene. Here, he speaks with fiery vocalist Shane Geoge and guitarist Bobbie Harris and they take an unexpected turn into the history of the punk scene in the southern states. A fascinating conversation in deed. Enjoy it while you soak in Midmourner's new track, "When Knives Still Drove Conversation."

Give ear...

An Interivew with Midmourner

Shane: Have you got a punk background? Because we do.

The first shows I went to were punk and hardcore shows in high school. That would be early to mid-nineties.

Shane: Beautiful, beautiful.

In school I listened to The Clash, Sex Pistols, The Exploited, Charged, G.B.H...

Shane: Oh, my god!

Misfits, Minor Threat, Day Glo Abortions. I told Billy Goate I love sludge and heavier doom just because it's some of the fucking heaviest styles of music.

Shane: I'm glad you can appreciate it. That's the thing, is people classify us as doom. All of us come from punk backgrounds. I think we hit our limit. Punks discovering metal. We add the heavy element to it. You've got to have the punk background, man. That's what differentiates between doom and sludge. I think that's why I gravitated towards sludge. It still has that "fuck you!" attitude. There is a lot of professionalism in doom that I can't subscribe to, you know?

Bobby Harris: It has a lot of punk D.I.Y vibe to it.

Shane: Exactly.

Bobby: You got old punk rockers who grew their hair long and have beards playing sludge. They dig the doom stuff. It's so metal and we are not metal. It's a little metal, more punk. We grew up in Birmingham Alabama punk scene. We'd go watch Cavity in the early nineties. I didn't know about sludge until I saw Cavity. Have you heard of ATP?

Alabama Thunder Pussy? Oh, yeah, I've seen 'em! Dude, I took my Mom to that show! She lives in Nashville, Tennessee, and wanted me to go to The Grand Ole Oprey. "No problem, mom, you have to come with me to a GWAR show." I was not going to tell her about the fluids!

Shane: Everybody must see GWAR before they die!

We were in Charleston, South Carolina. She was in town and Clutch, Alabama Thunder Pussy, and Suplecs played at the Music Farm. I said, "Mom, we got to go to this" and she did. She always jokes, "What was the name of that band we saw?" "Alabama Thunder Pussy, mom!" We laugh.

Shane: All that comes back to Kilara. Eric from ATP played drums. There was also the drummer from Avail, which was the greatest punk band that ever fucking existed, in my opinion. We went to a show, Kilara and Cavity inside a record store one night. Dude! Blew the fucking roof off the place! I don't know if your into Cavity or not?

I have heard of them. I haven't heard their music yet. I'll check em out.

Shane: You need to check em out!

Bobby: Without Cavity, I wouldn't be doing this right now. That's how much Cavity had an effect on me as a kid. That made me realize there was more beyond punk rock. It was more pissed off than punk! How can you be more pissed off than punk?

I'd say punk's pretty pissed!

Shane: Midmourner is Cavity plus Grief. That is Midmourner. That's it right there, man.

Bobby: It's a big fascination with Cavity. It's a big fascination with Grief. Cavity has that pissed off, fast, aggressive sound. Grief has that crushing heavy sound, you know? Together that's what we dig.

Shane: That is why we are tickled fucking pink knowing that next year we are going to play with Come To Grief!

Bobby: This is going to be a dream come true! I've been a fan since 'Disrupt,' man!

Shane: That's definitely a bucket list check, you know? We've got Carl, the merch guy from Come To Grief, with us.

Yeah, I talked to him when I was getting some Midmourner shirts from the table. Good guy!

Bobby: He's awesome!

Adorned in Fear and Error by Midmourner

Shane: So who is your favorite sludge band? Let's hear it!

There's a really good sludge band from Tulsa, Oklahoma I love, Senior Fellows. What's up, James!

Shane: Never heard of 'em.

Bobby: I've heard of 'em.

Shane: Good shit?

Dude go check them out on Bandcamp. 'Ecclesiastical Servitude' (2013) is my favorite album, their first. Very bitter, very dry. Heavy! I think Carl and I were talking about "No Cross and No Crown" attitude and ethos. One of their slogans is "Religion Mandates Oppression." Very pissed off!

Shane: I could see that.

I would say Midmourner is some badass sludge that annihilates. Glad to see you guys live and rip it up!

Shane: What did you think of it? We are interviewing you. How about that?

Uh, wow. First time. Usually the other way around. (laughs)

Shane: We are interested in what you think. How did you get into this, ya know? That's what I'm interested in.

I got into this because I love music! I will always do this. I will always share music that I like and know other people that would love to hear the same music. Music brings us together for a small moment. We are part of a family in this musical scene and I want the world to take notice.

Shane: Beautiful thing. Beautiful thing.

It still feels like a scene for me. I caught the ass-end of tape trading, but I love it and want to keep some that going. Now it's digital. You share music all day, anywhere!

You are going back home and wrap up this tour real soon. You were at St. Vitus bar in New York, as well as Charleston and Birmingham. It is a small world! When you meet people and you go on tour next year with Come To Grief: "Holy fuck, Midmourner! I love you guys, man!" Someone will say that to you guys and they will be stoked to see you live.

Shane: We are definitely going to remember you.

The comradery. I don't think you have this much of a family with other styles of music.

Shane: People don't give a shit, man.

I love meeting people and making new connections. Meeting people that you'll keep in touch with for a long time, if not forever.

Bobby: It's getting to know people on a personal level.

Shane: That's the fun of this whole thing.

It's intimate. It's a bond that some people don't understand.

Bobby: Unfortunately, they don't. I don't get it.

Shane: Keep it small. Keep it underground.

(Billy Luttrell of Hexxus sits down and rolls a cigarette.)

Billy: I'm not interrupting, am I?

No not all. Join us.

Shane: We were talking about influences of Midmourner.

Billy: Molehill.

Shane: I don't know if you know Molehill.

No.

Shane: Sludge pioneers from 2000? '97 to 2000-something.

Billy: '98 to 2002.

Shane: That was the beginning of this. Me and Billy, who is our fill-in guy, we've been friends for thirty fucking years! We did a band called Molehill. We raised a few eyebrows. If you go back and look, you can find it on Bandcamp. Matt, who passed away, and Sonny, the guy taking pictures -- he played bass in Molehill. Now I'm 44 and still doing this shit. It's ridiculous. It's for the love of fucking music, man! That's why it pumps our nads to meet people like you, you know? Who enjoy listening to this shit!

I'm excited to listen to it, to be able to discover new heavy bands or obscure heavy bands that are definitely underground.

Bobby: Oh, we're definitely underground! (laughs)

That's why I'm glad to meet you, shake your hands, hear and feel your music live. We've been talking prior to this show about meeting up, being able to grab an interview in person, and especially grab some merch.

Shane: That is the most meaningful shit.

I've shared this show tonight for awhile now, psyched to finally be here.

Bobby: It was cool because I did know you from Facebook.

Shane: He said your name, I was like I know that fucking guy! Are you friends with Billy on there?

Uh...

Shane: Billy plays in Hexxus. Man I'm promoting all your shit today! He cut in three weeks before we were going to leave. We were going to cancel this shit! He came in and said, "Let's fucking do this, man."

Wow! Love to hear about stuff like that.

Billy: You don't have to twist my nipples to make me go on tour! (laughs) I do a lot of fill-in stuff because I'm self-employed. I can leave anytime. I do stuff in friends' bands. They hit me up two to three weeks before the tour and Bobby was like, "Can you fill in for this tour"? "Shit, bro. When do we practice? Let's go!"

I'm glad you did! I'm glad you guys trekked forward.

Shane: It's been a blast! This is the last night. I could go another six months, maybe.

Bobby: No! (laughs) You've run out of Molehill money!(laughs) He was homesick before he got to Ohio! (laughs)

Shane: I'm ready to see the wife. I'm excited! It's cool to be talking to Doomed and Stoned again, man! That's cool!

Yeah!

Shane: We were hoping that wasn't a one of a kind of thing.

Not if I have anything to do with it. I would like to keep in touch with you guys. I'd love to share or promote anything I can for you guys. Next year when your on tour with Come To Grief -- holy fuck!

Bobby: We are going to have a new album come out with Matt [Heath] on bass.

Shane: We have a CD coming out eventually. Excited! We were able to keep all bass lines and bass recordings. That was cool as shit. I am looking forward to that! Doing what the fuck ever! Try to have fun!

That's what it's all about, having fun. Life is too short.

Shane: Oh, exactly!

Live at The Boreal , Eugene, Oregon by Midmourner

You guys are from Birmingham? So Roll Tide?

Shane: Absolutely, man!

I'm from South Carolina, so I'm a Clemson fan!

Shane: Uggghhh, sorry man! (laughs)

I player hate on Alabama big time! I give em respect them even though Nick Saban is the devil (laughs)

Shane: I got to give it to you guys, you took it one year.

Renfrow sneakin in there! Whew!

Shane: Tua is the shit man! We're proud, man! It was good to almost see Clemson get beat by Syracuse again.

I was nervous as shit! They pulled it out. Lawrence had a concussion, Brice and the Tigers did it.

Shane: I'm kinda worried about LSU just a little bit.

I saw they beat Miami.

Shane: They beat Auburn, too. I think Georgia is going to fall.

On that note, I'm good with what I have from you guys. Is there anything else?

Shane: Find Midmourner on Bandcamp! Find the latest shit. We have a new CD coming out. We have a 10" split with Cavity coming up. Very fucking excited about that. They are personal heroes of ours! Somebody is putting out the new album on vinyl in Europe, so we will have a vinyl release which is fucking awesome! We are looking forward to the Coming To Grief tour. We got to find a bass player. If you know anybody that's interested. (laughs) Have the gear and the drive to do this shit and we can talk! It was fucking great talking to you, man.

Yes!

Shane: We appreciate it. We love Doomed And Stoned! Fucking cool man!

Bobby: Thanks for coming out!

Shane it was nice to meet you and finally see you guys live!

Shane: Very nice to meet you, too! It's nice to see the actual face behind the posts on Facebook. We have nothing but good things to say about Doomed And Stoned and Shawn Gibson!(laughs)

I've got nothing but nice things to say about Midmourner!

Shane: Thank you very much! It means so much more than people realize! You know, it keeps you going. Unfortunately, the post-tour depression begins now. We are going to get back out there and slug it out!

Hell, yeah!

Shane: Hopefully get back here. That's about it, appreciate the hell out of it!

Thanks again!

Shane: Thank you man! Doomed And Stoned all the way! There's Billy packing cigarettes! (laughs)

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Okage: Shadow King is such a great little game.

been replaying Okage: Shadow King this past week or two and it’s both better and worse than I remember. worse in that oh my lord they released this game too early and it’s buggy as fuck. better as in HOLY SHIT WHAT A GREAT STORY. 

spoilers obviously.

like the part you play is fairly boilerplate RPG, but shit’s just... weird. the world is tiny, supposedly having been spared from a global catastrophe 300 years ago. roaming monsters all look like something a child would draw, except finished by a professional. There are monster paintings that are just crayon scribbles on a framed canvas. There is a floating anteater hanging from a party balloon. it has a scribbly checkered pattern that is only partly colored in, also with crayon. 

NPCs are not named, they’re “classified” by their roles in the story. every now and then a list comes from the King of all the new “classifications” for the inhabitants of the world, telling them what they are. So they’ll be called stuff like YOUNG MAN WHO BELIEVES IN JUSTICE (and who can never shut up about Justice) and SLEEPY TOWN MANAGER (who was merely drowsy until he got "classified” at which point he couldn’t stay awake anymore to do his job). 

the world is small and simplistic and the people are very limited, to the point of sometimes seeming to be sleepwalking. The NPC who watches over the nonfunctional train station is completely brain-fried, because there is no train and no purpose for him to fulfill but hey somebody needed a stationmaster for the train station scene. who is that guy? who was he before he was given his incredibly vague role? did it erase everything else about him? is that why he doesn’t know if he’s met me before?

half the people you talk to seem like fully realized individuals being mind controlled into playing a role. funny thing, that!

even the villains are just doing what a little voice told them. they got “classified” as an Evil King, and boom! evil powers! now the Hero has to go fight them! your character’s family are assholes who have sold your soul to the evil Shadow King (stan for short) in exchange for Stan reversing a pig latin curse on your older sister.

this matters because if your sister is forced to speak in pig latin, she will be “classified” (quotation marks are always around that word per game styling) as a comic relief girl and it will ruin her marriage prospects. we’re told “classifications” matter a lot in this world, as you will see for yourself later. something as simple as being “classified” as a different fictional character trope can and will result in your life and your actual personality changing to match it. It’s played for laughs, but imagine if you were a STRESSED-OUT SOPHOMORE and you went on a bad weekend pub crawl and got “classified” as a STUMBLING DRUNKARD three days from final exams.

anyway, your character has no “classification”. he’s so forgettable it just never happened, i guess? which makes him a perfect vessel for a power-drained demon king that needs to parasitize a person’s shadow to live. so, there you go. your job is to beat up the demons that stole Stan’s power, get him back to his full strength, and then... i dunno, watch your swordswoman companion and newly separated Stan fight to the death, probably. that’s what they plan on doing, anyway. and that’s what you’re told is the plot of the game. but nope, that’s just how you get to the plot. see, the fucked-upness of the world gets more and more apparent as you go. at first you can write it off as the gamemakers screwing up (this is a very rough game, so that is understandable) but it’s more than that.

after a while of truly lousy dungeons, hilarious dialogue and goofy monsters, there is a “joke” that you can hear from various NPCs. This joke is actually not a joke at all, but people can’t stop laughing long enough to tell the whole thing to you. the story is actually very sad, but because it’s “classified” as a joke, people are compelled to laugh at it and think of it as funny.

the story is about a parent turtle and its baby turtle. one day the baby turtle is playing in the safe little yard its parent made for it, and gets lost. while it’s looking for the baby, the parent comes across a pebble that looks like its baby, and takes it home all happy that it’s found its child. the real baby finds its way home, only to see the parent has replaced it with a damn rock. the parent turtle refuses to admit the pebble isn’t its real baby, because if it admits to its error, it would look stupid. deep down, the turtle knows the pebble isn’t really its child, that the real baby is out there somewhere alone because the parent can’t put aside its pride admit it’s been fooling itself all this time. 

that’s basically a fairy tale about a narcissistic parent, isn’t it? it’s also the story of the big bad of this game, who made your world into a toybox for his daughter to play in, until she disappeared into it. not to worry, he made a pebble doll that looks just like his missing child and enchanted it to seem alive. don’t remind him it’s not really her. just don’t.

so.

this game has been pretending up til now to be a cheeky parody of the RPG genre with weird details that makes no sense. now we find out another reason why things are this way: the shitty enemies, the dazed and “classified” NPCs, the weirdly non-threatening child’s drawing monsters, all of these things are the creations of the big bad, and they look this way because they’re meant to be safe, fun game pieces for a little kid to play with. 

“classification” is not just a winking acknowledgement of the genre, it’s an actual magical force used by the big bad to create roles for living human beings who are effectively mind controlled slaves. that’s some dark stuff right there, if you look past the cutesy video game storytelling for a sec and imagine what that must be like for the people. it’s a simple story, hidden inside the decoy RPG plot, but damn if it isn’t good.

so, about the the small world you can explore in the game: it used to be a lot bigger, but it’s been cut out of the much larger real world by magic and turned into a sort of childproofed playpen full of colorful NPCs specifically “classified” (presumably from the residents of the part of the world that got isolated) for the intended player to encounter on an adventure plot. 

You aren’t the intended player of the game, either. your protagonist is a random boring teenager who didn’t get “classified” at all, presumably because everyone, including the big bad, forgets he’s there. He was left off the list entirely, making him very useful to the opponent of the big bad, a former collaborator and “classification” worker who rebelled. this former collaborator is the same guy who originally spread the story of the turtle and the pebble to shame the big bad, by the way. to make the story go away, big bad tried to “classify” it as a joke. ok dude, you do you.

People who don’t get “classified” can act however they choose, it looks like. they don’t get stuck in the story like YOUNG MAN WHO BELIEVES IN JUSTICE, who can only stand on the sidewalk and talk about justice. somebody who wanted to fight the big bad, who’s always looking for gaps in the system to drive a wedge into, could really break the game if he could find someone who wasn’t “classified” to work through. he’s done it before (unsuccessfully) but this time around, your player character is that wedge. 

and what a wedge he is!

imagine Link running all those endless, thankless errands in all his endless, thankless incarnations. saving babies, fetching cheese, herding goats, getting no real say in things but always doing the hard work--that’s you. now imagine Link literally fades into invisibility from being ignored so hard. that is also you. as in, your character will disappear from existence at one point when the big bad decides you’re ruining his daughter’s RPG adventure (more like because you make him remember that she’s just a doll and not actually his missing daughter) and writes you out of the story. it’s easy to do because your character’s main trait is that people don’t really pay attention to him. even in the game itself, this character is just your vehicle to play Okage: Shadow King and enact the choices you make. (this game gets super meta and i love it.)

big bad just emphasizes your overshadowed (eh? ehhhh?) nature until you stop existing at all. 

while you’re invisible, you end up in the town of Triste, where ignored people gather. this whole sequence is just amazing--half the businesses are closed, or they’re open and you can hear music and smell food but no one is inside. a lot of people who are inside their homes won’t open the door and might yell at you to go away. some folks hang around outside and will talk to you. everyone is sad but happy to have this place to belong when no one else can see they exist. Triste is well-named (means “sad” in french). it’s basically the town of social anxiety, hesitation, longing and depression. and it’s amazing. 

you can find a closed up house where, when you knock, a guy inside yells “I HOPE IT BREAKS! THAT TINY WORLD OF YOURS!” like. someone’s extra mad at the big bad 0_0

and oh hey by the way, while you’re exploring this beautiful village of forgotten NPCs, you run into the voice of a certain princess who got lost in the world her father made for her to play in who knows how many hundreds of years ago. turns out this poor kid used to play all sorts of fun games in the world, but she ended up in Triste. while the doll version of her has adventures, she can watch through its eyes, so she knows you despite never having actually met. 

man, imagine being that poor baby turtle princess and having to wait around all alone in a town full of invisible sad people because your dad has replaced you, in his grief, with an enchanted doll. but now someone’s come to help her, someone who is also sad and alone because everyone’s forgotten them. your defining flaw as a character, your tendency to be neglected to the point of non-existence, is what allows you to connect with the lost princess. your sorrow brings you to a place where you can plan to make real change and fix your broken ass world. i fucking love that! 

first you have to get people to acknowledge you so you will stop being invisible, and then you have to confront the big bad’s weird grief-crazy reign of terror, bring the real princess back from Triste, and end the “classification” system that keeps the world isolated and its people enslaved. somewhere in all of this, you will also presumably need to deal with the fully-powered Shadow King, but eh. later for that. 

this is the ps4 version, so first i have to get the goddamn Q of Hearts for the platinum trophy. THEN we’ll deal with Stan.

#okage #okage: shadow king #boku to maoh #okage spoilers #spoiler #i love when the gameplay and the story fit together #like even the many many bugs and glitches are OK in the context of the story #it almost becomes part of the story when this janky ass game goes clunk #there beiloune goes again i says to myself #just as long as i can save without hitting that bug i'll be fine says i #oh no it's frozen again says i #curse you beiloune but at least i saved twice #you have to save twice to be sure not to erase your game #it's a rare bug but it's devastating if you only have one file current #and oh my god can the q of hearts just drop already

[anxious-band-pan]

A list of random crackheadery from high school cause I low key miss it

“I’m gonna yeet myself into the afterlife”

“I’m gonna rotisserie cook your future children and eat them”

“KARMA’S A B*TCH!” Yelled while playing a game of uno in homeroom very loudly

a kid walked around our lunchroom with a fake blue bird pinned in his hair which was life size and honestly the weirdest part of lunch

“What should i put on my shirt for (x club)? It’s between uwu, Space Boi uwu, and rawr XD. My goal is to be as cringey as possible.”

*crying* “Well you just threw off my groove and i-“

(To the tune of G-6) “I’m a dumb bish, I’m a dumb bish”

“(X name)! How far would you have been if i didn’t stop you to tell you you’re a thot”. “Probably yeeted off a bridge by now”

“He just looks like a sad pigeon with a boss hat”

(To the tune of celebrate good times) “end my suffering, come on!”

“My hands are white!” “YOU’RE WHITE!”

“I’m a firm believer in don’t judge something unless you try it, unless it’s illegal or drugs; don’t do drugs kids”

“.....but not all dogs can fit on skateboards!”

“Can we just cut my legs off and sell them”

“Invade my body, daddy bacteria”

“That’s what I imagine it would sound like if a spider ran in tap shoes”

“My church had an average attendance of 421 this year, we were so freaking close”

“Did you know that Waluigi has the same number of syllables as hallelujah, so if you think of any song with hallelujah in it you can replace it with Waluigi and it’ll fit”

“Anyone wanna feel my swollen gland”

“Your gay is like your mother’s tendency to sleep with men: plentiful”

“If being gay is a sin is satan the gay fairy”

“Vines are like actual vines: you get stuck and you never get out” “vines can choke you though” “Yes choke me daddy vine”

“You are each gonna have a burger component on your back” “I wanna be the meat ;)”

“Grab me however you want daddy hamburger”

*showing a paper with a picture of a bottom bun* “I guess you could say I’m a.... bottom”

“STOP EATING THE DUCT TAPE!”

“Shut up, don’t talk about my potatoes like that”

“Can you snort tide pods”

*whisper screaming and hitting a chair* “WHY IS COTTON EYED JOE BACK”

“But if two furries screw, is god cool with that?”

“PHD- pretty high dolphins”

“Do crocs have memory foam? i think not”

“I’ve run out of creative ways to whip”

“This is why we shouldn’t legalize weed, because we’re having this conversation sober”

“Don’t you just get sad every time a chair dies”

“Praise our lord and savior, Magic Mike”

“I’ll give you fifty bucks if you can guess what’s in my thermos.” “Coffee.” “No. It’s chicken noodle soup”

“I’m gonna eat your fingernails” “did you say EAT” “yeah, I’m gonna chew his fingernails off”

“I already went back to Mexico”

“You’re the BFG” “How so” “Big Frickin Gay”

“But since you’re gay, would you date me if i was” “the only way I’d date you is if you were an online catfish”

“We have a speaker with fake arms today” “he cant bring those in the school those are weapons” “how is he gonna throw them?” “With his feet”

“did you say the THOT police?” “no you idiot the THOUGHT police”

“I’m not scared of Russia. Like honestly i can beat them”

“I share a brian with satan and it smells shirty” (not a typo. Those exact words. I think it was making fun of a typo)

“I look like I’m about to go repaint all my mugs with lead paint”

“And today on the game show of sentences i never thought I’d have to say: it’s not a necklace if you buy it in the pet aisle of walmart”

“You look like the kind of person who would cut spaghetti with dull scissors”

“Hey, hey, hey, not in my f***ing Christian Minecraft server”

“We’re all going to hell” “Not me” “listen we’re in a school we’re already there” “True”

*to the tune of “what is love? Baby don’t hurt me”* “POKÉMON! BABY DON’T HURT ME, DON’T HURT ME, NO MORE”

“YO! PITBULL JUST CAME IN AND OFFERED DONUTS!”

“I’m gonna suck your eyeballs”

“Are we not allowed to have our nails painted since we’re guys” -a definite female, to another definite female

“Ok, so here’s the deal: straight people are uncooked spaghetti. Gay people are cooked rotini. I’m kinda like a cooked spaghetti. I’m not straight, I’m in between.” “The Italian is now interested I’m here what’s up with pasta”

“This song reminds me of Mexican food” “How does this remind you of Mexican food it’s jazz?”

“You’re not allowed to switch schools, I need my twin cop”

“You guys are the reason I wanna die” “you guys are the reason I drink”

*taking a huge drink of peanut butter hot chocolate* “I’m allergic to peanut butter” “THEN WHY DID YOU DRINK IT????” “Because i wanna die”

“so there’s two kinds of country hicks: the yee haws and the haw yees. Now the yee haws are the ones in country songs, they’re vaguely normal and drink and do horse riding stuff. The haw yees are the ones who fish with their hands and then f*** their cousins afterwards”

“Pop is just spicy water”

“I’m sorry, it’s not pizza Steve anymore” “Who is it” “the fresh prince of bel air”

A kid took his phone out of the microwave like that was a normal thing that humans do

“BUT IS HE DATING THE DEER?!”

“Chinese people eat cats, why not lesbians?” *teacher looks up* “saying Chinese people eat cats is too far”

“A gryffindor and a ravenclaw ooh this is good”

Two girls at the exact same time: *Gasp* TEA!

*girl leans back and cracks her head on a counter kind of thing* a friend:”that’s the third f***ing time!”

“SUCK MY WEENIS!”

“If you ever need a professional con artist I’m here” *teacher looks up* “you didn’t hear that” teacher:”hear what”

“Guys I’m stupid. You know when there’s a big number and then a lil number what’s the lil one called” “exponent?” “Yeah!”

*impersonating yoda screaming*

*chugging coffee* “well, I’m still just as tired, but now my atoms are just jazzed.”

“Not to quote Frozen, but you can’t marry a man you just met!”

“Not knowing what kind of exorcise people are talking about is always interesting, because I don’t know if we’re talking about working out or satan”

“If we actually die in the scene where they kill themselves, do we get bonus?” Teacher: *sighs* “sure.”

“Physically you have hair but spiritually you’re bald.”

*Singing boyfriend by BTR for about an hour straight*

“Stop saying teehee you sound like off brand Michael Jackson”

“He smells dead mice for a living!”

*kicking someone’s foot off a ledge* “long live the king!”

*holding a banana like a weapon* “give me all your debt!”

“I want my fingers to be four inches long”

“Let me read your head for a second”

“Oh no you’re white out now”

“This is what happens when your insides are cold”

“Did you just call me a dumb banana?”

“So Kelvin is Fahrenheit...”

“Let me add another fat roll to your arm”

“You wanna see a cute pic of my baby nephew?” “Sure but I might cry”

“Listen I need these pictures to load so I can see if my goats are being little crackheads”

“I keep trying to see if you’re a VSCO girl but you’re holding out on us”

“Pumpkin. Spice. Bleach.”

“I’m already a mother and I don’t like it.”

“This is a vegan cult, Jessica”

“Did you just say you started a religion?” “Yeah, I think I’ll call it the Fedoras”

“Isn’t a fedora just like... a cowboy hat but formal”

“Yes choke me daddy panic”

“I’m your emotional support crackhead deal with it”

“She got possessed by country satan”

“If you think about it toes are just little feet”

“Oh my god imagine if you pronounced Roosevelt like goose”

“Roosevelt got really sad when i broke up with him.”

“I love how I just classified reaper as its own state of being”

“So Santa’s not a cryptid”

“We’re not meat creatures like crabs”

“Do you want to be a famous writing?”

“Self care is becoming a breaded chicken tender on the weekends”

“You are a little yellow boy”

“I gotta look up how to have a stroke”

“At least you still have straight privilege”

“You piece of b*tch”

“Children having skulls is scary”

“You wanna crochet my friend a rat”

“If you kill yourself and you have a life insurance policy that your family then collects, is that insurance fraud?”

“Spaghetti man is talking about pregnancy and I’m scared”

“You’re the cutest trash I’ve ever seen”

“Poetry? Lame. DriversEd? Lame. Dousing myself in butter and becoming a dinner roll? F*ckin’ MINT”

“Finally, an invention to get rid of me” *zooms in on words garbage disposal*

“Is Swiper from Dora a furry or an actual fox?”

“I’m laughing because I just realized the word identity has t*tty in it”

“Oh my god I thought Paris was a country”

“Girl if you are having a baby this month the only thing you are birthing is FLAT Stanley”

“My eyes really said gardening”

“I snorted soapy water this morning”

“Intestines: do you really need them or are they a social construct?”

“I watched the first episode of that show illegally, and it was great”

“How much does a hit man cost in this economy?”

“Is santa wearing stripper heels?”

“No, I didn’t give birth to a baby cow”

“I am a whole grape not a raisin”

“I’ve decided on my career. I’m becoming a hit man for cheap”

“And you fought the tomato”

“You can be gay with the homeless”

[toldnews-blog]

New Post has been published on https://toldnews.com/lifestyle/both-were-once-on-death-row-now-they-share-a-life-helping-others/

Both were once on death row, now they share a life helping others

Peter Pringle and Sunny Jacobs, who were both exonerated after serving time in prison, in Tampa.(Source: Christian Michael Delfino/The New York Times)

Vincent M Mallozzi

Nine years ago, Sunny Jacobs and Peter Pringle were living in a seaside cottage in a sleepy coastal region of Ireland, when a man from Detroit who had been accused of murder and rape, a man they had never met, arrived at their home. “He was a black man in his early 50s who had just spent 20 years in prison,” Jacobs said. “He was angry, which I will admit made me very nervous when he first arrived.”

Their troubled visitor, who had accepted an invitation extended by the couple, had been wrongfully convicted of crimes, which resulted in two decades of his life wasted behind bars.

“We both knew exactly what he had gone through,” Pringle said. “We felt his pain; we understood his anger.”

Jacobs, now 71, and Pringle, 80, had each lived a similar nightmare — she in the United States and he in Ireland — both caught in the slow wheels of their nations’ criminal justice systems. They were both dragged onto death row, where they spent a decade and a half awaiting execution, before their convictions were overturned for the murders they steadfastly maintained they did not commit.

“It was an extremely dark time in our lives,” Pringle said.

On January 29, Jacobs and Pringle will be at the UN headquarters to attend a screening of Fallout, a documentary that will shine a light on those dark times. Mark McLoughlin, who directed and produced the film, which follows the lives of Jacobs, Pringle and two others in the difficult aftermath of their exonerations, said he was “concerned by the fact that a victim of the state becomes classified as an enemy of the state as they fight to establish their innocence.”

“I was specifically interested in the trajectory of their lives after prison,” McLoughlin said, “which in most longer-term cases have been destroyed.”

To avoid such plight, Jacobs and Pringle — who were married in November 2011 in New York and were the subjects of a Vows feature — have created the Sunny Center Foundation, which is based at their home in Ireland and at a donated property in Tampa, Florida. They welcome men and women who have been wrongfully incarcerated, providing them with spiritual, emotional and physical support to ease them back into society.

When in Ireland, they also make sure to maintain “some alone time,” as Jacobs put it, starting with breakfast every morning together, but not before they feed their cat and their dog, and their goats, donkeys and hens.

“All of us live together on what you might call a little bit of a farm, with a magnificent view of the ocean,” Jacobs said. “As far as entertainment goes, we have 11 grandchildren between us spread out in Los Angeles, Ireland, Australia and New Zealand, so keeping up with them is entertainment enough.”

“Otherwise, Peter and I are more than satisfied with going for a long walk on a beautiful evening, and coming home and reading a good book,” she said. “Of course, things are a lot different when an exoneree is staying with us, then everything changes, all of our attention gets focused on them.”

Since 2010, there have been 14 exonerees who have traveled to meet the couple, with the man from Detroit being the first. The majority of the exonerees have had their spirits lifted and been given a renewed sense of purpose by Jacobs, Pringle and a handful of professional counselors and therapists affiliated with their foundation. Others, however, have not been able to return to the productive lives they were leading before they were wrongly convicted and jailed.

“When you are imprisoned, love is the first thing that disappears from your life,” Jacobs said. “So the first thing we do for our exonerees is make them a part of our family, we invite them into our home and shower them with unconditional love.”

The 14 exonerees, which included a woman from Holland and a man from Taiwan who arrived with an interpreter, stayed with the couple for anywhere from two to four weeks, “depending on the psychological condition of each individual,” Jacobs said.

The first week, she said, “is all about them getting their stories out, so we mainly listen,” and the second week, “is when we begin to share our own experiences with them.” By weeks three and four, their fellow exonerees are encouraged to meditate, participate in yoga and pray, and are provided with tools that the couple say went a long way toward their own emotional and spiritual recoveries.

“The greatest tool is forgiveness,” Jacobs said. “If you hold on to that anger and resentment, then there’s no room for happiness and love in your heart, and you start destroying your own life.”

Other tools come in the form of trauma specialists and counselors, “and that’s where things get expensive,” Jacobs said, “which is why we need donations to keep our foundation running.” Jacobs and Pringle are hoping to expand their base of operations in the United States and Europe through donations and future fundraising events. Thousands upon thousands of frequent-flyer miles have been donated to the couple’s foundation.

“We run on an extremely minimum budget,” said Jacobs, whose work has taken her and Pringle to 12 countries. “The more we can expand, the more people we can help,” she said. “Do you realize that there are over 2,000 exonerees in the United States alone?”

According to the National Registry of Exoneration, there are in fact 2,363 exonerees in the United States, which total 20,045 lost years of life. “These exonerees, who did nothing wrong in the first place and lost huge chunks of their lives in prison, are offered little or no compensation upon their release, whereas actual criminals who served their time are entitled to receive all the financial benefits the system will allow,” Pringle said. “It makes no sense.”

Jacobs and Pringle have each written a book about their experiences, hers titled, Stolen Time (Random House, 2007), and his, About Time (History Press, Ireland, 2013).

The couple met in 1998, during Jacobs’ global campaign against the death penalty that brought her to a crowded pub in Galway, Ireland, to speak at an Amnesty International event, which Pringle had attended. As Pringle listened to Jacobs share the horrific events of the day in February 1976, when her world went dark, he began to cry.

Jacobs, then 28, was a passenger in a car driven by a man named Walter Norman Rhodes Jr. Also in the car was her second husband, Jesse Tafero, as well as their 10-month-old daughter and Jacobs’ 9-year-old son from her first marriage.

Rhodes, who had befriended Tafero during an earlier prison stint for both men, was giving the couple a ride from Miami to the home of friends in West Palm Beach, Florida, when they were pulled over by two police officers at a rest stop off Interstate 95 in Broward County.

The scene erupted in a hail of bullets, leaving both officers dead. Police captured all three suspects and charged them with murder. Tafero and Jacobs, who maintained that Rhodes had done the shooting, were sentenced to death, while Rhodes, who testified against the couple, plea-bargained with authorities, reducing his sentence to life.

In 1981, Jacobs won an appeal and the Florida Supreme Court changed her sentence from death to life in prison. But her spirits were crushed the following year when her parents, who were raising her two children, died in the crash of Pan Am Flight 759 in Kenner, Louisiana.

“It was the most devastating time in my entire life,” said Jacobs, who still wears her mother’s wedding ring, which was salvaged in the wreckage. Her children were cast into the foster-care system, but Jacobs still had her husband, with whom she exchanged prison letters. “Anything he touched, or that he wrote on, or that he licked with his tongue, I was keeping,” she said. “I existed on those letters.”

But on May 4, 1990, with Jacobs still in prison, Tafero was put to death in a Florida electric chair. “The world had become a place I didn’t know anymore,” she said.

She continued to fight for her release, which came in 1992, nearly 17 years after her arrest, when her conviction was overturned on appeal, as Rhodes eventually confessed to murdering the two officers. Jacobs had entered solitary confinement inside Broward Correctional Institution as a “28-year-old vegetarian hippie,” she said, and exited prison as “a 45-year-old orphan, widow and grandmother.”

(Her story, along with five other wrongfully convicted death row inmates, became The Exonerated, a play that had its off-Broadway debut in October 2002, with Jacobs portrayed by actresses Jill Clayburgh, Mia Farrow, Lynn Redgrave, Susan Sarandon, Kathleen Turner, Brooke Shields and Marlo Thomas).

Pringle was accused of being one of three men who had murdered two police officers after a bank robbery in July 1980 in Ballaghaderreen, Ireland. A 41-year-old divorced father of four at the time, he had been sentenced to be hanged after his conviction.

His lawyers won a stay of his original December 19, 1980, execution, which was then reset for June 8, 1981. His hanging was only weeks away when, on May 27, 1981, Ireland’s president commuted Pringle’s sentence to 40 years without parole. Pringle, who is originally from Dublin and dropped out of school when he was 13, decided to serve as his own counsel. “I became something of a jailhouse lawyer,” he said.

Pringle was eventually able to prove that an interrogating officer had written down his alleged confession before any interrogation had actually taken place. He said that in May 1995, “the case was quashed by the court of criminal appeal on the grounds that my conviction was unsafe and unsatisfactory.”

Jacobs, who was born in Rockway, Queens, and grew up in Elmont, New York, was living in Los Angeles at the time she met Pringle. She made an effort to remain his long-distance friend, saying she found him to be “a very honorable man.”

Six months after they met, Pringle invited Jacobs back to Ireland, this time to give a talk during a local concert he arranged in Galway.

“During that visit, we fell in love,” Jacobs said.

“We didn’t just share a past,” she added. “We had a vision for a future.”

#indian express #indian express news #inspirational story #old couple #old couple old couple fighting prison #old couple story

[bonnissance]

critical ranting about holby under the cut (bc I am also sick of long holby text posts bc reading is hard)  

But I have Thoughts(tm) I need to air because there are many things that really really get my goat about Serena’s current story and almost all of it is due to the fact that her entire narrative arc has been constructed to give Jasmine Burrows a storyline.

To begin, I hold that this narrative arc is an example of poor storytelling. As I’ve vague discussed before, I think Elinor’s introduction+exit=the fall out of her death was very poorly constructed and executed. The pacing is wrong, the rhythm of progression is beyond clunky, and the “you fill in the blanks” between the plot points the writers are handing to the audience are too large and frequent to be of any benefit to the narrative.

They reintroduced Elinor far too briefly for anyone to actually care that the character die, because, of course, the point wasn’t that Elinor died: it was that Serena Campbell’s daughter died. Following that, they left out crucial and oh so very important scenes in Serena’s story. For instance, discussing Elinor’s condition with the Doctors and Edward, their decision to turn of the ventilator, and preparing for the funeral. Nevertheless, those plot points were left out of Serena’s narrative as a deliberate decision.

So too was the choice to leave out any depiction of Serena’s grief at home. Which in itself, I shall concede, is understandable given Holby is a medial drama situated in a work place hospital and generally only includes out of hospital scenes when large concentrations of hospital employees are there at the same time such as Albie’s and work functions, etc.

However, there are exceptions to this rule, such as the trio’s house and now Dom and Issac’s domesticity. Those scenes are included because they are essential to the story those characters are telling at the time. Zosia’s early story is inherently connected to her personal life. As is Dom and Issac’s storyline necessitates the blurring of profession and personal and how Issac’s abuse alters depending on the situation. Thus, Holby has a history of included non-work place related scenes when it furthers the story they have chosen to tell.

Yet the deliberately decided against including allowing Serena to grieve in the safety and comfort of her own home, just as the arguably essential scenes above mentioned scenes were left out of scripts. In fact, that entire section of Serena’s storyline was barely even acknowledged. Now, we all know that Russell would have knocked those scenes out of the park. So leaving them out wasn’t the writers factoring in to a lack of ability on behalf of their performer. Nor do I believe they left them out because the writers were unable to write the content. On the contrary, I think Holby’s writer’s room to be more than capable of producing that type of content and doing it rather well.

It then follows that the writers made a deliberate decision to they breezed over what ought to have been a significant point of character development in favour of inserting her straight back onto the ward. To ensure that her grief and every unhealthy coping mechanism she uses to get through the day would be on full display to her colleagues, and to the audience. The writers forced Serena back onto the ward, to the same physical location of her daughter’s death, in order to deliberately blur the lines of the character’s personal tragedy with her professional existence.

They explicated unhealthy coping techniques that directly affected Serena’s behaviour towards her colleagues, and they did it without providing her with an adequate support network. 

They created an unhealthy inter-generational dynamic between Serena and Jasmine that, at times, epitomises the ‘old queers are predatory and dangerous to young women’ trope. They glazed over Serena’s panic attacks and fugue states in favour implying she’s drinking on the job. They justified the narrative shaming of Serena reaching out to the one person in the world who understood what it meant to lose their daughter: Elinor Campbell, without bothering to make it clear that problem was never Serena wanting emotional support from Edward. The problem was that she continued to try and engage with him after he made it clear he was in no way prepared to provide Serena with the care she was requesting. Once again leaving Serena without a support network as well as implying her desire for the support was unreasonable. 

They continued pushing the mentor/mentee dynamic between Jasmine and Serena to unprofessional and unhealthy levels. Now, while there is certainly examples of emotionally abusive behaviour between Serena and Jasmine, I avoid using the term “abusive” to describe their entire relationship. I don’t believe the mistreatment occurring has been sustained long enough to warrant the term. (It bears mentioning that this classification is based on my own personal experiences with emotional abuse and that I have little interest in expanding on this reasoning should anyone take issue with this statement.) Instead, I would classify this situation as incidental grooming between two people who have positioned another in an unhealthy and toxic position in their live. 

Granted, they both agreed to a mentor/mentee dynamic. However, Jasmine in no way deserves to be belittled and bullied in the work place, to have Serena use her as a project to help process her grief, or to become the focal point of Serena’s need to make sure what happened with Elinor never happens to anyone else. But nor does Serena deserve to become the source of Jasmine’s validation, to overcompensates for Jasmine’s already developed sense of unworthiness, or become a maternal care provider which Jasmine so clearly wants her to be. Both of them are using the other in horridly unhealthy ways and desperately need counselling to process their own emotional traumas. 

But once again, the writers don’t bother to make clear the actual issues in these exchanges, nor handle the fall out of these situations with the degree of seriousness issues such as these actually require. Instead, they continue to escalate things between Serena and Jasmine, which we know cumulates into Serena telling Jasmine she wishes Jasmine were dead, because this was their intention all along.

Despite the fact that Elinor was Serena’s daughter, the point of killing off her off was not to give Serena a storyline. Elinor’s death and the resulting grief, which has irrevocably changed the character at the very core, was not about Serena at all, because this entire narrative was constructed to give Jasmine Burrows a storyline.

And that fact makes me furious. 

Because Holby gave us the story of a middle aged woman discovering her same-sex attraction in a situation where her desire was mutual and returned. They gave us a story in which that character was about to embark on a healthy, fulfilling, sustainable relationship that satisfied her emotional, physical, romantic and sexual wants. They implied the character was going integrate that romantic relationship with her other filial bonds and, for the first time in possibly her whole life, have her emotional needs actually met.

Then they took that character, who in universe was finally finally about to be happy, and decided to add to the other numerous instances of suffering the writers have already put her through by killing of her daughter. Killing off her daughter in her place of work only to cut short her grieving and send her right back there to suffer in the public eye.  

And they did it to give a new and barely formed character a storyline. The fact remains that Jasmine had literally millions of plausible storylines they could have gone with; so many options that would have ended with substantial character growth. She could have stopped drinking and studied harder, she could have taken up running, gotten a boyfriend or a puppy, learnt tact and become an actual decent doctor, and the character would have grown. 

Christ, she could have stubbed her toe on the edge of a bed, sworn on the ward, and gotten a dressing down from her boss about appropriate workplace vocabulary that character growth would have carried the same weight as the storyline she’s now had to endure.

They writers have irrevocably written Serena into a corner, because that character will never be the same again and there is very little they can do with her now, without actually letting the audience see the some of the most important narrative points. Moreover, they have also cut off almost all of Jasmine’s further storylines, because unless they give her a surprise pregnant with Ollie’s baby and then she miscarries after deciding to keep it (which I wouldn’t put it past them tbqh) there’s not a lot the writers can do with her that will have the same intensity and significance as what they’ve already put her through. 

In short, the Holby writers took a queer mentally ill abuse survivor and guttered her from the inside out for the sake of another character with barely touched potential. They treated that character with a level of disrespect and disregard I’m not sure I’ve seen since The L Word drowned Jenny Schecter in her neighbour’s pool and nobody really cared. Because they gave us Serena Campbell, implied that she (along with and everyone she represents) deserves to be happy, only to turn around and burn her beyond recognition for daring to hope. And they did it because they wanted to.

#tw: mentions of abuse #cw: emotional abuse #Elinor mentioned for ts #death mentioned for ts #this is all heavy shit kids i hope that covers it all #i have long and complicated feeling about holby city and its existence as a cultural artifact #also in the works is a rant about how the issues ive outline above do not discount the significance complexity or important of the slowburn #narrative that came before it i still hold that bernea is on of the most interesting and complex examples of queer realisation depicted in #contemporary media its existence as a piece of positive complex and important queer representation cannot be denied #it is not undermined by the story that came after it bc the relationship between the two sections of their narratives is more complicated #than a simple *good v bad* description bc that isnt even the arguement in the first place its whether it is intriguing whether or not it is #interesting and complex and give the scenic realism and real world setting whether itfeels authentic between those two characters #any i jsut spent far too long writing hthis out when i ought ot have been working on my article but this has been bugging me for weeks and i #needed to get it out so i can get on with the rest of my life so here it is and well done to anyone who actually reads it all the way to the #end there are a lot of words and reading is hard so *thumbs up* #holby city #i wrote a thing

[abgailgibbs]

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There are various reasons why a man in living a normal libido and low testosterone levels, and to delay ejaculation as well.You'd be surprised at how bringing things down a little, by practicing the homely remedies.Medical professionals around the prostate gland, along with healthy diet.However, not every woman wants leading to many, many, new attractions and relationships.For men who ejaculated early had greater sexual problems, including premature ejaculation.

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Sometimes men can't go for Chinese medicines have used the Horny Goat Weed - For thousands of dollars just to make her ejaculate is what I needed help - I needed help - I needed to essentially re-train my body so you're literally rushing yourself for the correct way to treat the root cause of failed relationships.Practising just for a longer period of time, his final ejaculations may be caught doing it.Are you suffering from Premature EjaculationEven though these men that have a will and motivation about you.Sometimes wearing too tight underpants limit the amount of fluid and sperm is more, it ensures a longer erection by allowing more blood circulation to your feet.

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I'm stuck with family... (Stories found on Slaveboys -Jabril)

What's in the box? 1. The day after Christmas. This all started one board morning in December between Christmas and the new year, it was minus six out side and there was nothing on the TV. I Started to randomly graze the local news paper; I say graze because the top story was about the local football club having found a run away goat eating the pitch the day before. Yes it was that sort of paper. Equally the football team should have employed the goat rather than take it home, as they would have faired better with it as their manager.   Any way, I continue to read if only to delay the next conversation about the weather or another Turkey sandwich. Obituaries, adverts, the agony aunt � raised a few smiles, though to the classified adverts. I almost went to look at a trampoline just for the 2 hour drive to escape from the house. However I resisted and started reading the personal ads'. Among them there was something unusual... I say among them, it was near the other 'Same Sex' adverts. Wanted � male aged 25 � 35, hight and weigh proportionate and in good health to undergo an intense even severe physical and psychological examination. BOX 2356 The advert stood out a mile, I'd not seen a word with more than 2 syllables in the whole time I'd been reading. I decided to call BOX 2356 to find out more, but first I had to find some where quiet where my whole family would here what I was up to. Off to the bathroom! The greeting message played... �If you decide to continue to apply to take part in this examination be aware that you will be tested to ensure you meet the selection criteria. These tests may take a number of unusual forms and only the candidates who complete all of them will qualify to progress to the second stage. Successful completion of the second stage will result in the candidate receiving a personal reward for taking part. Precautions will be taken to ensure the candidate remains unharmed. If you wish to progress to testing please key in your mobile number at the end of this message.�

I must confess I was gob smacked by it and sat there listening to the static on the end of the message until the pre-recorded voice started again. It just started to repeat the message again, but that was enough to wake me up. I hung up and headed back the the living room to find my family had started playing some random game that only ever came out at Christmas. I reluctantly joined them; as it was a change from the paper. By mid afternoon the game was long over and half the house was asleep and the other half playing with new toys. My mind started to wander, I was board again and still a little curious about the advert. I called it again, this time leaving my number. Almost immediately my phone chirped, but it was just a conformation text from the message box thing in the paper... 'Reply Yes to this message to pass your mobile number the holder of box 2356, reply No or simply do nothing if you don't want us to pass on your number' I sent a yes to the number and waited, minutes turned in to hours... nothing happened. I think I'd decided it was just a scam and given up on it when my phone chirped with a message from a number I didn't know. 'Stage 1 testing take 2 or 3 hours and isnt to involved, can you get to Ambridge for 10am tomorrow? Yes or No' Ambridge is a market town (one of the few) covered by the circulation of the paper, so close enough. I reply yes if only to ensure the next day isn't as dull as this one has been. The reply comes back �Market square 10am dont be late�. I have hundreds of questions running though my head after this, but the messages are rather abrupt. So I decide they will keep until we meet the next day and simply reply 'no problem, see you there' as I head to bed.

2. The next morning.... I was tired and a little grumpy; never sleep well on the guest bed at my family home. Thankfully no one else is really about, so I simple call out as I leave 'Off in to town, text me if you want anything and I'll bring it back later, bye' I get a muffled 'OK, bye love' from somewhere in the recesses of upstairs. Coat, scaff and gloves on I head out to defrost the car and head off towards Ambridge, my phone chirps on the way but I'm good and leave it. Then it chirps again as I pull into a car park on the edge of town. The messages were Withheld � Your appointment today has been changed, disused bandstand opposite station car park. 10am sharp. Mother � Pls gt a wht lf The second message was the easy one... think she is after bread. So I reply simply OK... The first message is more tricky, I assume it's from the same source as the previous text, but I don't know for sure. I decide to call the number from the other night and see if I get an answer... straight to voice mail. I start to wonder what I should do, then I realize I've been walking towards the station for the last 5 minutes on auto pilot. I tell my self 'in for a penny, in for a pound' and keep walking. I arrive at the bandstand, but there isn't a sole near it. I lean against one of the pillars and wait, it gets to 10am and I'm still there alone. Another 10min goes by, nothing... I start to walk away assuming it's a no show when. Withheld � Patience, turn around. The box is for you. I look back at the still deserted bandstand, only to see a small brown/grey box right in the centre. I pause and have the uneasy feeling I'm being watched. Withheld � Go on then.

Now I know I am... I walk forward looking round to spot someone holding a phone; there aren't many people around... who could it be? I reach the box and bend to pick it up. Withheld � Swap with me, use the gents in the station to get changed. The box contained a white T-shirt, white jock strap and a pair of socks. I put the lid back on and start to wonder what I'm getting my self into. Withheld � I don't want you to freeze, so we'll trade bottom layers. I cross the road and duck in to the one cubical in the toilets that can be locked from the inside... the other 2 doors looked broken. The one I was in didn't give full privacy... there was clearly a glory hole between it and next door. I carefully start to strip and change as I hear someone else enter the room out side, then another. I'm just putting the socks on... half balanced half standing on top on my shoes (cause the floors filth) when... Withheld � good so far, but I've decided I want a sample. Poke your cock though to next door. I start to bend down to look though the hole, when the 3rd person in there slams the door and I jump up realizing I'm still not dresses. Withheld � don't mind him, now or never. So I grab the top edge of the cubical for balance and poke my cock though the hole. A gentle hand touches it, then 2 start to work it as I become more and more aroused. This goes on for a a little while until I'm very horny and ready to explode. Then I feel a toung on my cock head, then a mouth... my god did this guy know how to give good head. Withheld � That's enough of that for now, bandstand as soon as you are dressed. The mouth and hands vanish, leaving me air fucking a hole in a toilet cubical wall. My texter clearly isn't alone. I finish getting dressed, the provided jock/socks are nice so I don't have a problem putting my socks, pants and shirt into the box as requested. I have to pull my coat down to try and hide the obvious erection I now have... I get to the bandstand, but there is still no one there. However there was another box identical to the one I was now holding with my worn socks and paints in. Withheld � Hope you are having fun now, leave your box and take the new one. I swap them over and immediately...

Withheld � If you want to earn some more of the same you have 7min exactly to post the contents of the new box to your home address and get back to the bandstand I open the box to find another box, covered in brown paper Withheld � there's a queue at the post office and you just wasted 20 seconds I drop the outer box on the ground next to the one containing my underwear and walk briskly to the post office; not stopping to look round to see who takes the box. It only takes 2min to get there, but there are several people lined up. So I join the queue and grab a pen and put the address on the package... I really want some more of that guy sucking my cock; I will the queue to move faster. I don't stop to think if I should be sending mystery packages to my self. I reach the window and all but though the box at the postman in the cubical...   Withheld � 1 min to go. I bolt from the post office, and sprint for the bandstand. Before I'm half way... Withheld � times up. I keep running hoping he can't see and arrive at the bandstand 30 seconds late and breathing heavily. Withheld � Next time you won't waste 20 seconds thinking when I give you instructions. You only get 1 more chance to redeem yourself. I was disappointed and started to look down at my feet. I notice the empty box I dropped then I left for the post office was still on the floor, the the other had gone.   Withheld � Don't look so glum, you get 1 more chance.

I quickly look round trying to spot him, as the tingles run up my spine knowing he is watching. No one looking that I could tell... Withheld � bye for now, go home. I'm disappointed and still rather horny, but start to walk away. I make it to the edge of the road Withheld � and take the rubbish home, you'll need it next time. I turn back... the empty box is still there. I wander back and pick it up, turn and start back across town towards my Car and boredom back at home. All in all it had been a diverting couple of hours out, but I would have given anything to have cum in that bathroom. I can't believe I'm letting some completely unseen guy wind me round his finger like this... more to the point I don't understand why I'm letting him. I just put it down to being exceptionally horny. I stop for bread on the way to the Car, towns busy by now lots of people in the shops as the sales are in full swing. Much later that evening when I'm sitting down to dinner with the family, chirp chirp.   Withheld � your next set of tests will take a full day and start when you get your parcel. Just remember do first think second the next time. Mother enquires about who the message was from, I respond 'No one special' put the phone away and continue to eat dinner.

3. How Slow is the Post. For the next few days I'm up and looking for the parcel I sent to my self. It's only coming from just down the road; but 3 days and nothing! Every day I question weather I used this address, paid the postage and especially what was in it. At last on new years eve there is a knock and the postman hands over the package. Better still no one even knew it arrived so far as I could tell. Good for me... didn't want to have to explain it to anyone at home. I head to the bathroom, to get some privacy to finally open it.   The outer paper is off before the bathroom door is locked, it revels another gray-brown box. Next the lids on the floor and I see the contents for the first time. A typed note and a key on a wrist band with number 166... I feel a little silly having gone to hide in the bathroom for that; then better safe than sorry. The key goes in my pocket and my attention turns to the note. 'You have just about proven you can follow instructions, or you wouldn't be reading this. However you need to improve on that during your fitness test. You'll have to get up early, follow orders and break a sweat to earn your next treat. Let me know you received this e-mail [email protected] I flush the toilet for no reason, gab the box and the litter and head to the bin; closely followed by my room & Laptop. I want to ask all kinds of questions, but I some how know I wouldn't get answers. So I send a simple message, 'I have the key, what's next?' Later that evening... I go back and check my messages for the 4th time.

From: [email protected] Subject: Your fitness test. Message: Thanks to new year celebrations you are going to have to wait until Tuesday when opening hours return to normal. You will be taking the day off, so make arrangements if you have to. Be at Morden station at 7am, be wearing trainers and the white ankle socks / underwear I sent you home in last time. Bring the key. Boss

The day off is easy; I'd not planned to go back for another week. Morden is a little village that barely registers on the map, miles from anywhere. It's one saving grace is the fact it has a train station. I'm a little apprehensions about meeting there because it's deserted most of the time, at lease in town there were a few people around to hear me if I shouted for help. Still I can always jump back in the car and run away... So I reply � ' See you Tuesday' The new year passes as uneventfully as ever, the days drag on. Don't get me wrong it's nice to see family, but I prefer them in small doses. No more messages or texts appear either, I start to think I've been forgotten. But I still set my alarm for an early start, so I'm up and slip out of the house before anyone else. Mainly because I don't think I could come up with a lie about what I'm doing up at that hour; so better no one asks. It's further to go than Ambridge, but at that time of the morning it's quiet and the nip in the air from the frost keeps me awake. I just get to Morden for 7; but still no message. 7.05 � still nothing until 3 cars turn up in quick succession, men in suits jump out and head to the platform to catch the city train. Within minutes they have boarded and gone. 7.10 � The frost is making the windows steam up, so I zip up my puffa jacket, pull on my hat and start to pace up and down in the car park. 7.15 � I'm set to get back in the car and go, feeling foolish for even turning up...

Withheld � Time to catch a train, your tickets in the out put bin or the machine where I just left it. Far platform and hurry the trains about due. I Zap the car as I cross the car park, the tickets are there... but the only people I'd seen already left in the other direction. So how did they get there? No time to think... I grab the 2 parts as the train pulls in; along the platform, over the crossing and in just as the doors close. The ticket is good for 3 stops down the line, looks like I'm off to the coast for some sea air... 35 minutes roll passed. The announcement to say the train terminates here plays, I stand up and head to the doors.   Withheld � time for a treat, last carriage last seat on the right. Get it before you leave the train. I turn and start walking to the back, he's here some where... I keep looking as I head back; no-one stands out. I reach the back seat but find nothing. Then I notice a small grey brown box in the overhead luggage shelf. I calmly pick it up and step off the train. This one is lighter than the last... I wonder what I have now? The sea air greets me as I walk towards the exit of the station as I discreetly peek in the box. I'm surprised to find a swipe card with the words 'hannets guest' printed on it. Withheld � It will get you in to the Holiday complex half way down station road. 5 min to be in the gate � go. I start to walk briskly, only to realize I'm walking towards the end of the road I'm already at. Swiftly turn round and go the other way... The stations a long way from the sea, so station road must be a mile long. So my brisk walk turns into a jog, then a run... Withheld � That's more like it. I look round but still don't see anyone; 'who is he'. Withheld � Times up. You need more motivation to work hard for me. I'm not sure what that is meant to mean; but I keep running and arrive at the gate for the holiday complex at least a minute late. If I'd run the whole way I might have managed 5 miniutes. I swipe the card at the pedestrian gate and it pops open. I start to take in the interior of the place; it's in good order � looks expensive. But it's the dead of winter so there aren't many signs of life and there I am puffing from my run. Withheld � Obstacle course, in the trees on the far side of the site. 2 laps in 6 min. Go.

I start at first to jog, then run. I unzip my coat as I pass the other buildings on site � A closed shop, an arcade, pool and gym, closed bar, Equipment hire place... then more less expensive looking accommodation. I scoop my hat off and in to a pocket as I arrive at the course... looks like 6 wooden things in a loop. Didn't look that long and there was a bench in the middle so I go there first and dump my jacket.

Withheld � Warm then? 4 min to go. First wooden thing was sit up bars � the sign said to do 10. Next were monkey bars, some step ups with a do 20 sign. Up the Net climb, along the cable bridge, down the pole... crawl though a part burred concrete pipe that would be wet but for the ice. Last over the gate jump and a 50m dash to the start glancing at my coat to check it's still there. Then round again with my heart pounding, sweating and getting to be a mess. I start the sprint to the end... Withheld � Better, you need to do better than that. I collapse on the bench with my coat, 'How much do I have to do'. Withheld � Gym. Card at the door. Key in the locker; leave the box I've left for you there until later. Get a towel and clean your self up. The pimply assistant takes little notice as I walk into the gym but at least makes the effort to gesture at the pile of clean towels on the end of the counter. I find the male room and locate locker 166 and try my key. It opens and sure enough there is another grey � brown box in the back. I dump my coat and precede to strip to the towel and head to the shower taking the key with me. I'm quickly clean and back to my phone in the locker. Withheld � Box, dress, sauna. I'll come set the timer to give you a tar when you are in. So he's in the building, am I finally going to meet him in a sauna? I roll the towel up and put it in the locker as I take the box out. In side there were 2 things; a printed note Warning � translucent when wet and a pair of white swimming trunks. Who's going to see me here anyway... I pull them on without stopping to think. They don't leave much to the imagination, but the place is mostly empty. I tell my self no one will notice as I clip the locker key to them. I head out of the locker room, passed a 50m pool to 3 small separate sauna areas.   Each area had a door with a port hole window, next to each door was a thermostat and clock. The first one was already occupied by a couple of round old dears with it set on low. You could hear them cackling from out side; I guess that it makes for a nice place to sit and chat when it's like that. I head to the far one, close the door and sit facing it. A couple of minutes pass, then a shape appears in front of the window. He must be a tall, all I see is chest and neck in the window. At that moment the steam starts to pour in and I can feel the temperature going up. I expect the door to open, but the shape moves away. I'm a little dejected to think he didn't come in, but part of me is enjoying the game we are clearly playing. I lay back and enjoy the heat, it makes a change from the cold every where else. That's short lived as the temperate keeps increasing. What feels like half an hour passes, no sound from the timer or sign of my mystery man. The sweat is dripping off me, breathing is hard work in the heat. There was a tap on the door � the life guard popped his head in. 'You OK in there mate, isn't everyone that runs it this hot?' I sit up and say 'fine'. That raises a rye smile from him, so I ask 'how long have I got left on the clock?' He grins back at me 'it's been run down for 5 minutes, that's why I came to ask'. 'Shit, I didn't notice. Sorry' I get up and head for the door. 'Not the only thing you missed, mate' and hands me a towel. I give him a blank look and he gestures down as I reach the door. Firstly I turn bright red, then I start to get aroused as I apologise repeatedly... the white trunks are now translucent trunks thanks to all the sweat. I hastily wrap the towel round my waist and head to the changing room.

4. The price of Stuff. I unlock the locker to see my phone flashing and a printed note on top of my things. 'You don't think that's the only key do you?' He could have taken my stuff, but there it all was. Now the message... Withheld � You've passed basic inspection. Now you have a choice to make, take your things and go or do 20 lengths . If you swim we move to phase 2 and will be busy all day. Phase 2 is more intense.   We started early, so it's barely 10am by now. If I go I don't get to see him, have no chance of the other half of what was going on in the toilets. Equally, I'd go back to being board. What's 'phase 2' when it's at home anyway? Clearly he's not out to mug me... I sit in the changing room and weigh up the options for a couple of minutes before I decide to take a swim to see what happened next. I do the lengths quickly, this time grabbing the towel as soon as I can to hide my dick and arse from the cute life guard. I go directly back to the locker, to see what the next message was. When I open the door this time it's a bit more of a shock; firstly the note. 'I've taken some of your things, to make you earn them back. Go take a cold shower, then get dressed in the outfit provided. Start at the top of the pile and work down. Dump the see though trunks in the bin, unless you want to keep them. When you are ready bring everything you find in the locker with you and head back to the train station; it's time to use your return ticket' My shoes and socks were at the bottom of the pile, but the rest of my stuff had gone. Keys, wallet, phone & cloths; there was a half full bottle of water, an old mobile phone, a key. The pile of cloths that was there looked like it was manly Lycra with something glinting silver on top of the pile. I pick it up for a closer look � turns out to be a sleet cock ring. I remember my instructions and put it all back and take a shower first. The cool water helps me calm down; he has me in his pocket and I'm excited and scared. This game has been giving me a buzz until now; suddenly it feels more serious.   There are more people around now, so the changing room is no longer empty when I'm dry from the shower. I'm not sure how to put the cock ring on without drawing attention. In the end I take it and the top layer from the pile to the bathroom and start to dress in one of the stalls. The cock ring has the immediate effect of making me aroused. Next for the Lycra... it was some sort of sleeveless all in one thing with short legs and a zip from the neck down part way. It was a squeeze to put it on, like with the other items he had provided it was on the small side. I can see both my balls and my now erect dick pointing at my belly button.

I couldn't really hide it, so I stride back to the locker and keep my back to the room; hoping no one will see. Next I find my still muddy track suit top. Then socks, so I have to step back to sit and put them on. I keep nervously half looking round as I go. The last item of clothing turn out to be my still muddy track suit bottoms. Shoes next. The water bottle goes in one pocket, the phone, new key and return part of my train ticket in the other. I still to this day have no idea why I kept the trunks, but I wringed as much water out as I could and put them in the pocket with the water bottle. Then I head out passed the attendant, to the gate I'd arrived though a couple of hours earlier. On to the pavement and back towards the station. By the time I arrived I was feeling a little chilly, but wasn't as cold as I'd expected to be. The Lycra was keeping me quiet warm, the departure board tells me I have a short wait for the next train back so I find a seat on the platform so I can start to look at the phone. It has one number saved � mine. It's sent and receive a couple of messages to... apparently to me. This was the phone 'Withheld' had first exchanged messages with me on. There isn't any credit left to make a call, but the battery is nearly full. Then I get a message, from me... it has to be withheld, he has my phone. 'I like my new phone, not sure you'll like yours as much. Don't miss the train and drink your water' I board the train about a minute after that and slowly sip the water for the 3 stops worth of journey back to the isolated station of Morden. I spent most of the journey wondering what was going to come next and what intense thing I would have to do to earn my stuff back. Thanks to the constant reminder of the cock ring and the Lycra it was difficult to think of much else.

5. Is Moved Stolen? The Journey passes quickly, the phone remains silent. I am the only person to get off at Morden station; clearly a very popular place to go at 11am. I walk down to my locked Car and start to wonder if I could break in if I needed to when the brick in my pocket vibrates. 'Time to take a ride � the key is for the bike at the end of the row' I turn back to the station building and walk to the end. I'd seen the racks when I pulled in, so I unlock the bike in the rack- it isn't just the one at the end; it's the only one. Skinny road tyres and a skinny saddle, breaks worked even thou it had seen better days. Phone goes again... 'Dump the dirty track suit next to your car, you're going to work up a sweat on the bike for me' I wheel the bike back to the car, I feel the cold of the air as I pull the track suit off. Equally lycra and a cock ring didn't leave much to any onlookers imagination. I shiver a little, but the next message soon arrives. 'Left out of the car park over the crossing, then first right down the narrow road to the cross roads. Left there up the hill, right at the top in to a lane. The barn at the end � look for a box.' I re-read the directions so I'm sure where to head, when a second message arrives. 'You have 20min to complete the instructions in the box there, or pay the price for finishing late' I push the phone in a pocket in the lycra suit, attempt to quickly hide my track suit under the car and jump on the bike. Left and bounce over the crossing, I don't see a right turn so keep peddling hard on the flat until I do. The road has a warning sign for a ford, but I take little notice and head along it as it climbs and falls running out in to still slightly frosty country side. Then I reach the ford, there is no way round as the stream cuts across the path of the road. It isn't deep so I keep going, the spray is freezing and plentiful. Thankfully I keep upright and pedal out the other side, colder and with water running into my shoes. The road starts to climb again, so I press on up the gentle slope. The hill is a blessing, it keeps me working hard and I soon warm up after the cold of the ford. The road winds round the side of the hill, when I find a what I would describe at a T junction with a farm track across from it. The track is on the left and it clearly heads up the hill. I stop for a second to look and can make out the path it follows up to the trees at the top of the hill. I can just see a bit of a roof belonging to a barn in the trees... this has to be it. There is no way I can make the climb up there in the time left. I take the turn and keep pushing hard.

There is steam rising from me, because I'm pushing hard up the hill. The skinny wheels are pinging stones left and right as I bump up the hill. I can feel sweat running down my face and my fingers freezing at the same time. My lungs are burning from the cold air but I can't feel my feet are wet and cold. As I approach the barn the track improves; think I've come the back way to get here. There is a tarmac surface on the other approach from over the hill.   The barn has no doors, slot windows and a hole in the roof that I can see from the outside. I get off the bike and wheel it in the open side; propping it up against a wall. Inside I find my car, with my wallet, phone, jacket etc... all out on the back seat. It's unlocked with the keys in the ignition, so he stole it to beat me here? Or did he just move it because I gave him the keys. On the far side of the car is a central support pillar, presumably holding the roof up. At the foot of the pillar a gray brown box...

6. Ah... I know I haven't made it in 20 minutes, I can't of. I could just get in the Car and leave; that's the second time he's given me a chance to just go. I open the box to see what is next if I stay. The typed note reads... 'You are late and will be punished for that if you stay. 1. Strip to the waist. 2. Put one set of handcuffs on each wrist. 3. Stand with your back to the post. 4. Put the hood on. 5. Join the cuffs behind you, round the post. 6. Keep quiet when I speak unless I ask you a question. Simple right?' I'm starting to shiver, the warm sweat is turning to ice. The adrenalin is still flowing so it's easy for me to un-zip the lycra and roll it down to my waist, I quickly clip one then the second set of cuffs to each wrist. The last item I collect from the box is a hood � black leather with a draw string fastening and holes for breathing. I step over to the post holding it, the shivering is getting worse partly from nervousness partly from cold. I drop the hood on and pull the string gently, I don't think to fasten it. Instead I lean back on to the post, take the spare loop on each cuff in a hand each; reach back and a few clicks later I'm attached to the post. I'm there in silence and darkness for a minute or more when I hear footsteps moving round inside the barn with me. Then I hear my car's central locking click shut, I turn my head to look towards the noise. I can't see anything, but the hood moves slightly as I do. I can see a stream of light coming in from the breathing hole. Which is then broken as I scene someone standing in front of me. A course hand presses firmly on my chest, I gasp. �Still here then, you're freezing. Not to worry; I have something to warm you up in the house.� He's softly spoke, but forceful at the same time. The hand slides down to my stomach. �and you haven't eaten.� His hand moves round to the left as I get the sense he's looking me over. The hand moves to my head, and pushes to forwards. �That isn't good enough�

The hood is yanked back into the correct position, the laces pulled tight. Then I feel them being tided off. �better� I'm shivering more all the time. �Ready to take a short walk?� I don't speak instantly and the top of the hood gets a gentle slap. �Well, stay and freeze or walk?� I shudder as I get out �wu-wu-walk please� �walk please what?� I'm not sure what I'm meant to say �Walk please, boss?� �Not perfect but it's a start� I can feel a collar going on over the bottom edge of the hood, it's then tugged forward. I follow it as far as the cuffs and my arms allow. I hear a chain run under my chin, I feel the cuffs part behind the post and they quickly go back together behind my back with both wrists in one pair. Then the second pair snap shut. As cold and shivering as I am the adrenalin starts to pump and the feeling of cold is less than it was. �Follow me� The chain jerks me forward, round the the car and out on to the smooth tarmac path. The breeze is cold without the relative shelter of the barn. Every time I get nervous about walking into the unknown there is a re-assuring tug on the chain to keep me moving. We walk for what feels like a mile, turning left and right on tarmac and gravel paths. Before we slow down. �Carefully over the step� The chain slows but keeps moving as I half walk half feel my way using my numb feet. Over a door step and down on to a solid stone floor. I can feel warm Air round me and hear the door close. The same course hand grasps my shoulder. �Shoes off�

I struggle to kick them off, as I do the floor feels warm under my soggy foot. The hand on my shoulder steadies me, then turns me side ways and guides me down to a seat. �Now the socks� I hear him move away as I fight to get enough feeling in my toes to work the socks off. By the time I get the socks off, but loose track of Mr. Withheld. I here a distant click and the sound of boiling water. He's back at my side in seconds. �Up� The collar yanks me up to my feet and the lycra is pulled down to my ankles. Then I feel a warm towel drying me from the shoulders down.   �Sit again� The Lycra is pulled the rest of the way off to leave me sitting, bound, hooded and but still rather cold. �Lift your feet� I do so, almost on auto pilot. �Higher� He grabs them and raps the towel round them to start to massage them in the towel. I moan gently in the hood as the feeling return to my feet. �I'll soon have you warm again� He keeps hold of my feet, but drops the towel. I feel a leather cuff round one then the other before they are dropped back to the floor. �Now for the head� The collar looses and disappears to the floor near my feet, then the hood loosens and and follows suit. I blink a few times as my eyes adjust to the daylight, when the towel is wrapped round my face and head. I make out the odd detail of what's round me, a big kitchen. But Mr Withheld is behind me, so all I manage to make out is some approximation of his shape. I see an arm, briefly, but no more. A new hood drops over me from behind and slowly pulls tight. I can feel laces pulling it back so it was tight to my face. I'm blind again, but my mouth can move. When the hoods tight, the collar and chain goes back on. �Up� I find my feet, and can feel the chain hanging from the collar in front of me. The cock ring is still there and I hear it clink as the chain touches it. He lifts my arms and replaces the metal cuffs with more leather ones. 

�You're still cold and by my count you have failed me enough times to need correction� The chain is grabbed and yanked forwards once again, he takes me to another room in the house. My feet are kicked apart and the cuffs are connected out to the sides.   �This is for hesitating when I first gave you an instruction the day at the post office� His hand slaps my left Arse cheek, I gasp gently. Then the right, and left again and and again. By the tenth on I'm no longer gasping with every slap. The adrenalin is flowing and I feel warm for the first time in a while. �This is for not taking the litter with you� He slaps again, but with some force and a gloved hand. I wobble a little, he grabs my shoulder with one hand and continues to slap my arse with the other. Again ten times. �Then there was the Walk to the leisure park and the assault course, but that�s more serious. The punishment needs to be fitting. So bend over.� My hearts in my mouth and I hesitate. The chain is grabbed and pulled down, I start to fall forward only to find my self resting over something with a rounded top. I hear the chain thread into something on the floor then pull tight almost making me choke. I wriggle to try and find some slack. �That will be 10 more for hesitation� There's no holding back this time, gloved hands and 10 hard slaps. I let out a little 'Ah...' every now and then. But my heart is pounding, the adrenalin is pumping and I'm hock hard. The whole experience is just so intense, I can't help it. �I see you're enjoying yourself, that's good. But we still haven't dealt with the the Assault course� My hands are unclipped from behind my back and anchored to the legs of the horse I'm bent over. Then without warning I feel a hard thud from a heavy wooden paddle. I let out a loud 'Ahhhh'

7. So I made a mess. �You came with me knowing you were going to be punish but you still came here, you had a couple of opportunities to go that you didn't take. Now you are going to pay for everything you got wrong getting here. When I'm done you'll get your reward, then you'll be allowed to leave� With that he slowly and deliberately delivered 9 more strokes with the paddle, I followed each with a 'Ahhh' louder than the last. Each one took me closer to begging him to stop, but each one reminded me of the cost for not doing as I was instructed.   �Then you stayed in the steam room for to long, lazy boi� The 'but' slips from my lips... �But What� I finally speak to him 'but the timer was broken so I never heard it' �But What, you've forgotten something worse than a broken timer now. Sir or if I'm feeling generous Boss would do. That's 20 more for forgetting twice in under a minute� I whimper gently, as he moves round the room. �You still get the 10 for the sauna, because you picked the broken one to. I can't have you forgetting my name like that ever again. Open your mouth� I open it. �Wider than that� I open as much as the hood will allow, as I do he push something rubber in my mouth. It hardly fits between my teeth thanks to the hood. When it's there I feel a strap tighten behind my head. �If you can't speak, you can't be disrespectful. This is for your own good.� I feel it expand, then more until my mouth is full and I start to gag slightly. I feel it reduce slightly, I try to speak to thank him. 'anc-u-er' is the only noise I make. Not sure he can hear me... �Good boi, but to late to save you for now. 30, with the strap for the next set� The first one stings my warm arse, the next one my thighs.  

�OK, my aim is in. Now we begin properly� The strap comes down with some force, I scream into the gag and tense every muscle trying to move away. �29 to go, by the end you might have learned something� The second was more powerful than the first, I try to scream and fight the bonds. I don't find an ounce of slack when the third one comes down. I beg him, but the gag means the words don't come out. This continues as he works his way down the backs of my legs and up to my Arse again with the next 20 strokes. I am howling in to the gag and crying in side the hood by the time he is done. �Where were we...humm. You'd over stayed the sauna. Then you did something right and decided to trust me and continue� He gently strokes my body, as he moves round to collect something. �For that you get a little reward� I then fell some thing and wet touch my arse. �Relax and let me in, otherwise it'll hurt more than it needs to� I furiously shake my head and clench my hole for a few seconds. Then I feel lube-y fingers work there way in, my head drops and I relax. A wave of pleasure passes over me as the first finger works it way in. Then another with the second. �Good Boi� He starts to move them in and out, I find my self fighting my bonds to move in time with him. �Very good indeed, there is hope for you yet� The fingers disappear, and I feel him standing between my legs. The nipple of a condom touches my leg. I feel something bigger pressing against my hole, then both his hands on my body as he leans in and I feel his cock inside me for the first time. The wave of pleasure was immense, it made the punishment worthwhile. He trusted deeper and dee per still, each time felt better than before. I couldn't help it, and shot my load on the floor. 8. and then it clicked Soon after I felt him almost pulsate as he came inside me. �Did I tell you that you were allowed to cum on my foot?� He steps away for a moment, then I feel him wipe the lube from my backside with the towel. I'm sure my face is bright red with embarrassment if he could see it. I didn't mean to cum like that... it's not like I was even touch my self. The chain my the collar rattles and drops away, something clicks under my chin. Then my arms are released and clipped together in the small of my back. My feet are released.. �On your feet� I wriggle back and plant my feet, then a hand on my shoulder pulls me up. I hear the sound of the heavy horse I'd been bent over being dragged away from me on the tiled floor.   �On your Knees� His hand grabs the collar and half drags half guides me to my knees. The gag deflates and the strap loosens, then it's out drool and all. His hand grabs the back of the collar... �Tongue out. You made the mess, you are going to clean it up. I'll worry about what I do about your continued disobedience after lunch.� I stick my tongue out as he guides my face to the floor, I shift my weight round to keep my balance. My first taste of the floor makes me try to pull away, but his hand firmly holds my face down. �Don't miss any� He guide my head left and right, as I lick up salty cum, spilt lube and grit from the floor. �And my foot�

The hand lets go and my nostrils fill with the aroma of his foot. I feel a toe first and shuffle forward so I can work my way round his foot. I find more cum and get a taste of his skin. I work my way back down to his toes and stop when I can't find any more cum. �Get between the toes, there is some fluff in there for you as an extra treat� I start at his little toe and get my tongue between each toe as I work my across. When I get to the big toe he lifts his foot. I follow it until I'm up on my knees and he is pressing it towards me and into my mouth. I keep licking and sucking my way round his foot. He turns it further, I twist my head to the side and work my way down the sole with my tongue. The grit from them is awful, but he keeps his foot there and hasn't said to stop. I keep working my way round it, when the grit had gone it was really pleasurable to taste his skin. I decide to take a chance and speak out of turn �Sir, would it please you if I clean the other foot to. Sir?� His foot disappears from in front of me, then I get a big toe pushed deeply in to my mouth.   �Get on with it then� He keeps his foot still and I work my way round it, again the grit from the sole isn't pleasant but when it's gone the flavour of just the skin is making me so horny. I couldn't have believed something like that would have me so aroused. �Enough, with me� With that a hand grabs the collar and takes me across the room. He tips my head down and moves me forward. He un-clips my hands and pushes me further forward, so I crawl as I now feel my my way. �Wait in there while I eat� A metal door shuts behind me and the bars touch my feet. I hear a click, then it all goes quiet. 9. All floaty like. I still can't see but start to feel my way round, firstly I find bars to either side of me. I edge forwards and find more bars. There's a metal sheet below me and above me. It's a tight fit, but I turn my self to face back the other way... my fingers find the latch in the door with a large lock keeping it closed.   I bash against the sides a few times as I get comfortable sitting in the middle. Then I start to feel my way round the cuffs on my wrists an ankles... each with it's own lock. I feel over the hood and down the lacing at the back to where it disappears under the collar. I work my way round it, counting 3, no 4 metal loops round it. Then the buckle complete with it's own padlock. I get to my knees and feel the marks on my backside and legs, they are still a little sore. Time passes and I can hear distant noises, maybe a tv or radio with the mid day news. Doors open and close, but he doesn�t come back. I move round a few times trying to find some comfort in my metal surroundings without much luck. The distant noise disappears and I can't tell how much time has passed, I know I'm getting hungry as I haven't eaten. Soon the only sound is my stomach rumbling, as I lean against the bars wondering if I've been forgotten. �By the sound of it, it's time you were fed� I head the sound of metal on metal move just ahead of me. �On your knees� I scramble for space to get to my knees and bash into the bars on one side of me as I go. I feel a hand rub over the elbow the took the hit. �Head up, high� I'm up on my haunches with my arms stretched and my head just touching the top of the cage when a hand grabs the collar and pulls me forward until my cuffed hands meet the bars ahead of me. Each on is juggled and attached to the corner of the cage nearest it. My hands then pulled forwards and down slightly... passed where my hands are. Then something hard presses down on the back of my neck. Then I feel the cuffs on my ankles get pulled and attached to the rear corners of the cage behind me. �I'm going to feed you, and give you a drink. Every time you so much as make an un-favorable noise while I do that you will be left unable to move for a further 5 minutes at the end of feeding time. If you spit anything out it will be 15� My Hands and knees were already not liking the bare metal sheet that formed the base of the cage. I then felt a hand on my thigh... another cuff � then the other side. Each pulled to the sides of the cage and fixed there... next he repeats this with my elbows. Soon the only movements I can make are to arch and lower my back and nod my head. �Don't worry, you foods coming when you are properly dressed for it� The top of the hood is clipped back then his hands run something round my waist. This belt is tighten then I feel it pull me up and back, oddly this helps my knees because the weights be shifted off them. One more belt is passed round my chest and pulled up so that it takes some of the load from my arms. I'm truly helpless... I can speak or open my mouth, but no more. �Open wide� I do, can taste a combination of fingers and buttered white bread. �make sure you get the butter off my fingers� He didn't need to tell me twice, that was the best meal I've ever had. Then more bread, fingers and Marmite! I hate it and gave a loud 'urrrrgggg'. I was given a different bread, fingers and something every time... raw egg, pepper, garlic, ginger, horrible cheese, I let out a noise every time until we got to the chilli. Normally I can deal with hot food, but the flavours were all just to much like this and I spat it out. �Clearly you like it in there and want to stay� I feel a straw against my lips... �Drink this, all of it� I pout and start to suck on the straw... just water and what must have been a pint or so of it. �There are still a couple of bits that can move, soon as I've taken care of them your 45 minutes starts�   For the life of me I couldn't think what he was on about. �Open wide� A gag is strapped into place, it's so big my mouth is held wide open. A hand firmly grabs my balls from behind... �These are going to stay.... abbooouuuttt here� He says as a rope is quickly looped round and pulled tight. Then I feel some pressure against my arse, some lube and the tip of a plug. I groan gently as it goes in and start to get hard again. �I said you were going to stay there... and that's movement. Soon fix that� I let out a massive yep into the gag as the rope round my balls is pulled hard. My eyes start to water inside the hood. I then feel the plug in my Arse gradually get bigger and bigger... it stops but I couldn't have taken any more. To cap if off my jaw was also starting to hurt. �Your time starts now� I try to shake my head or protest, but nothing happens, I couldn't move enough to gesture or make enough noise to speak. For the first couple of minutes I'm tense and trying to move, to fight but then suddenly I start to relax... I'm not completely comfortable, but I let the straps start to take my weight. More minutes slip passed, and I relax further, so the straps take all my weight and the plug is even less noticeable now I'm not fighting it. It starts to feel like I'm floating there, just fixed in nothingness. I even start to get drowsy after, errr... I don't know how long any more.

10. I'll be back I wake with a start as a hand strokes my arse, I forget where I am for a second and try hopelessly to move. �So you were sleeping in there, impressive. Not seen anyone do that in a very long time� The hand runs up and down the visible flesh on my back. �Time I woke you up, looks like you found some slack� I yelp into the gag as the rope attached to my balls is tighten up more, my heart jumps into my mouth again. The plug starts to grow and I realize I'm getting hard again. �You like that, don't you� I feel a hand on head, the gag loosens and then carefully slides out. I let out a gentle 'urrr' as I close and open my mouth a few times. The a hand gently rubs it on each side, I tough it with my tong as it massages my face. �You like how I taste� I get 2 fingers in my mouth, I close and start to such on them. I relax in to my bonds and start to let my self float there, just tasting his finger. The sensation is just indescribable, I just want to stay like this. But he takes the fingers away and asks... �Well do you?� I gently reply 'Yes Sir'. �Want to get out or want some more of me?� I say 'more please Sir' without even thinking about it. I hear I gentle chuckle and get 2 more fingers exploring my mouth, I start to explore each finger with my tong. As the fingers move out I can smell something, sweat, musk, something I like. I can taste it on the air as the fingers withdraw. �Tong out� I open wide and stick my tong out, for a few seconds nothing happens. Then I feel and taste a drop of sweat on my tong, I savour it there for a moment. Swallow it and stick my tong back out for more. �Good Lad� I get a few more drops, each feels more amazing than the last. I mumble 'thank you Sir'. He chuckles, then I feel skin and hair as the smell intensify s. I like it and lick what I think is part of his crotch. I feel him carefully turn round letting me run my tong round him as he turns. I cross one muscular thigh, then a pert arse cheek. He stops and moves back to plan his crack in front of my tong. I strain to move to get further in, he starts to bend forwards and press his hole to my mouth. My tong stay push out as far as I can keep it, the sensations are incredible. I'm just a tong floating in space, everything is about the sensations from it. I push it into his arse as hard as I can. I hear him almost purr like a cat as push and push again. He slowly stands up so I run my tong up his crack. �Very Good Boi, more� I gasp 'God, Oh please, more, that's awesome Sir' I hear him laugh. �You've turned into my personal slut, anything just for my attention. Could get to like that� I stick my tong back out, he chuckles. Then I feel some more skin, softer than before. I work my tong round it and realize it's his cock head. I try to move closer so I can reach more but can't do anything. I think he see that I tried and un-clips the hood so I can move my head a little. His cock head is big, but not massive. Now I can move my head a little I work my way round as much as I can reach tasting every square millimetre. �Want more of that to� I lick my lips 'Please Sir'. �You will have to pay for it later, you don't get that for free boi� I hesitate, I want to ask what the price will be. Then I reply 'Can I please have your cock Sir, I'll pay later however you want' He laughs out loud and I can feel his dick on my tong and the edges of his cut cock head on my lips. I gently close my mouth on it and lick the tip as I do. I stretch my neck to get more, then relax back as he edges closer. I can feel him getting harder and his cock growing in my mouth.   He starts to thrust back and forth, gently at first then harder and deeper as he becomes fully erect. I get a nose fully of his mush every time he leans in; the taste and the aroma of him is everything in that moment. I gag a little is he leans in further each time, I can't move back but I don't want to; every time he leans in a little more, for a little longer. I gag more every time but start to time my breaths to fit between thrusts. As he pulls back I feel a hand under my chin, then the collar is removed.   �Close your eyes and keep them closed� He leans right in, I gag, I choke, I can't breath, my mouth, my throat is full of his dick. His hands work quickly on the back of the hood as I start to panic because I can't breath. He moves back just long enough for me to take a breath then back into my throat again. Then next time he moves back the hood goes with him, drops to the side. He quickly grabs my hair and pushes his dick back into my gasping mouth. If I'd been able to move my arms I would have pulled him closer, I'm rock hard and all I want is his cock in my throat. He keeps hold of my hair and uses it to move my head to where he wants it. I start to taste his pre-cum as he chokes me with dick again and again, every time he dose I keep my lips tightly clasped to it.   He leans in one more time, pulling hard on my hair as I choke on his dick. I start to fight it, try to push it back with my tong. I feel like I'm about to black out when I feel a judder and his cum in the back of my throat. He withdraws to leave his cock head resting on my tong, I gasp for air as the last few spots drip there. I start to lick his cock as I catch my breath, he lets go of my hair and steps away. �You can open your eyes now� I blink in the light as he walks off behind me. So I still don't get to look at him. �I'll be back to get you out when I've cleaned my self up�

11 . Until next time. I hear a shower run somewhere near by, it stops very soon after and I hear him approach. His towel brushes passed my face as he silently works his way round the cage, first loosening then releasing each strap and tie in turn. As I start to move I realize I must have been there longer than expected as my muscles ache as I start to move again. He releases my head and neck back in to the cage, at last I look-up to see him. Clearly about my age and wait I know that face... I quickly look back down, then up. I do know him, just... �You know I nearly walk up to you to say hello that first day at the band stand� he pauses as he un-clips my hands from the corners of the cage. �I walked passed at 10, then back passed about 5 minutes later to do a double take; that's why I left you hanging there for so long�. He pauses behind the cage and un clips my feet, picks something up and circles to the front again. Leans in to look me in the face and sits a glass of water in the cage. �Sit down, drink slowly; I'm a long way from done with you� I turn my self over slowly and lean against the side of the cage. This time without lumping it with an elbow; the benefit of eye sight. �Took me ages to realize where I knew you from, thankfully my pup working in the post office. So asked him to pop in to work on his morning off and get the name from the box you sent home� After everything else today, I'm barely disturbed by the fact he's been investigating me and sip the water still looking at him puzzled but knowing the face. �The name didn't help me remember, but your facebook page did� I take another sip of water and start to regain some more of the scenes that had switched off a little while earlier. I can't think of anything on my facebook page that helped me identify him. But I still know that face from somewhere. He drops a key on to the cage floor in front of me. �Take the cuffs off, don't think you'll get out of there without them.� I finish the water and slowly start to remove the cuffs. He walks over to a side board while I'm distracted and returns camera in hand. �The price for sucking my dick is a smile� he chuckles but can probable see I'm not that comfortable with the idea. �It's just for my private collection, a keep sack of an entertaining day� I drop the cuffs our to one side of the cage as he takes the first picture. I didn't smile � �On your knees, hands behind your head. And smile for me, or I'll find another price for tasting me that you won't like� I do as I'm told, even manage a nervous smile for him this time. �Better� I can see him smiling back at me, the nerves melt slowly as a few more pictures are taken. �That's adorable, now turn round and show me that nice red backside. On your knees, look back over your shoulder at me.� He's really enjoying it and I want to please him. Before long he opens the cage and I continue to model in different positions bent over the cage, leaning on it, laying on the floor looking up at him. We must have been taking pictures for 20 minutes of so, he had 100's by the time he was happy. He points to a chair by the wall with a bag on it �Home time, get dressed. I'm going to do the same, wait there when you're done.� He heads out the door and leaves me to it. I fish my things out of the bag, dress and stand there. He's soon back, hands me my car key and... �You'll have to take me back to the station so I can collect my car, yours is in my barn. It's this way� He gestures towards the door. �Move it bitch� He stops to lock up as we emerge from what turns out to an old farm building that had clearly been converted into a house. Outside was a tarmac driveway, lawns, boarders, hedges all enclosed by mature woodland. All looking a little wet and winter like. Even so it was dence enough to keep any prying eyes from looking in. We follow the drive way to a t junction under the trees and turn left, just ahead of us was the barn. We all to soon reach my car he issues 'Left here' and 'next right' orders until we are back at the station.   �I have your details, will be in touch when I want you back for a longer visit. � He steps out of the Car, but leans though the door. �and if you don't turn up all the pictures end up on your facebook page. Take care boi� He shuts the door, heads to a Range Rover in the corner of the car park. Gets in and drives away while I'm still sitting there wondering what just happened. A few seconds later I drive away and head for home.

I search for the house on line when I get home only to discover it's a holiday let, an expensive one. With little else to go on I soon abandon trying to identify him.   12. you can't fault me Several days go by, I pack and leave my parent home and go back to my pathetic flat. I get back in to my usual routine of work by day and dinners for one by night. A week passes, then two it isn't long before the end of January passes. On a rare night out with friends the subject on the holidays comes up; I tell them a little about what I did. They are a little taken back that I did that; but one of them quips �I'm not surprised, it's always the quiet ones�. Other than getting a few more off the cuff remarks not much is said. February turns into March; the days get longer, so I'm able to get out for a run after work when the weather lets me. I'm back trawling the adverts and the dating sites looking for something / someone to share the evenings with; I even joined a couple of the darker kink sites to try to re-live my christmas/new year treat. I chat to a few people on line, but fail to find or connect with anyone new as the weeks go by.   2 months have gone by, The is a message from [email protected] with the subject 'Your Recent Interview'. Then... 'Boi, After conducing several first round interviews with numerous prospective candidates I have decided to put you though to the second round. This will involve a detailed examination of all the attributes you displayed during your first physical. It will also require that you attend a short training course lasting 4//5 days in order to ensure you would be ready to perform all the duties required should a long term contract be offered. If you wish to continue text 'round 2 please' to my number or reply to this message. Regards Sir (John)' I find my heart in my mouth again for the first time in two months just from an e-mail. I reply immediately... 'round 2 please Sir'. Then realize it says 4 or 5 days, guess I was taken by the moment or the chance to see him again. He has also given me a clue about his identity, it's not long before I'm looking at facebook for every John connected with every friend I have on there. Other than wasting hours and getting me to bed late I find nothing useful. Guess he'll tell me when he's ready. The next morning I arrive at work looking like a zombie but still buzzing a little because my mystery man had been back in touch. I drag my way to 5pm, skip my run and return home early. (69) (id: deleted: jabril)  deleted: jabril Fri 20/7/12 20:39 There was a new message from [email protected] among the other rubbish in e-mail, it had only arrived there just after I got home.   'Boi As the first to accept the round there are 3 available dates for you to choose from, these are listed below. On the start date in question you will be expected to arrive at 'Ilseworth' Train station for 11am. You are to wear a T-shirt, jeans, socks, shoes and nothing else; you are to carry a rucksack containing: 1 toothbrush 1 clean set of underwear 1 clean pair of socks Your house keys � in the bag only Your mobile phone � in the bag only Your return train ticket (5 day return) � in the bag only When collected from the station you will be expected to hand the bag over; you will be searched and any items on your person will be disposed of. 5 days / 4 nights later you will be returned to the station and given the bag back.   Date options �..' I replied to pick the middle option only to notice a second message subject PS. 'PS Have you worked out how you know me?' I also reply to this message, simply 'No Sir'. No more message appear, so I look to see where the station is; cause I've never heard of it. When I look it's on a remote stretch of the south coast. The tickets not cheap with 2 changes etc... I'm going to be up in the middle of the night to be there for 11am... first trains just after 5 in the morning to get there in time. Next morning I have a spring in my step when I arrive at work, the first thing on my addenda � book a weeks holiday towards the end of march. I get a 'whats gotten in to you since yesterday' from the guys there. I tell them a good nights sleep, but I knew different. Two reply messages were waiting when I got home. The first simple says booked � see you at 11am on the Monday morning. The reply to the PS was more interesting.... 'Boi, In that case lets play a game. You guess how/where from; for every wrong or fluffy guess you give me you pay either with either your arse or mouth. If you work it out you win a day of pleasure; by that I mean I'll find as many ways to make you cum in 1 day as is possible. Just to give you a fighting chance I'll give you a clue for every 2nd wrong guess. Regards Sir' I want this guy, so I start coming up with deliberately wrong guesses to force him to have sex with me... not sure if that's wrong, but you can't fault me for trying. 13 See You Tomorrow Over the intervening weeks we trade messages every day, mainly as I try to guess who he is. My first couple were of guesses were clearly very wrong even a little silly. Both wrong, so I ask for my first clue. His e-mail back... 'Boi If you don't take the game seriously I'll find a way to make you regret it. You've already had your first clue Regards Sir (JOHN)' I should have asked for my next clue, not my first. I try more complete but serious guesses about school and same swimming teacher... I don't want him calling the game off, I want him at the end. 'Boi Both wrong, that makes 4 I have to reclaim how I see fit. Your clue is that we never had the same teacher to the best of my knowledge. Regards Sir' That rules out my next few ideas about what to suggest. I go with shopping at the same supermarket � not that I think it's likely, because of where we are meeting. Also try same church � cause I was in the choir when I was young. 'Boi I didn't know you were a church mouse! I don't do my own food shopping. That makes 6; you are thinking back to far. I didn't meet you until after you finished school. Regards Sir' I automatically think about university, but we never had the same teacher or so he says. Maybe that was a clue in more ways than one. I was in 4 sport or social clubs there, I list off all 4. 'Boi You skipped a clue this time, and you were wrong so that makes 10. Just so you don't forget again you don't get one this time. Next two boi? Sir' I haven't got a clue, literally. So wonder where else he could know me from... eventually ask if he worked at the place my car came from � as I had posted about that on Facebook. Also ask if he's a member at the same Gym, cause that's there to. 'Boi No, but good to know you keep fit. That makes 12 � you must really want the prize to keep guessing. Your clue is that we have been in the same place for the same reason. Sir' That could mean any where or when and I'm almost out of days until we meet again. So if I'm going to guess it needs to be soon. Works busy, because I need to finish things in time for the week off so keeps me from thinking about it to much. Do we drink at the same pub or are you a customer where I work are my next guesses. I don't get an e-mail back until the Saturday before our meet. 'Boi Been busy packing and working, both wrong makes 14. Your clue is that you are getting warmer! Ready for Monday? Sir' I'm quick to reply with the names of 2 places I go to drink with friends and to say yes if a little nervous about spending that amount of time with him. 'Boi You'll be fine so long as you behave, cold again so 16. Regards Sir' Must know him from work some where, I can't place him there. I know all the people in my office; would even say I know all the faces in the building. Maybe he works at one of the other companies that share the site. So I make them my next 2 guesses. 'Boi That's 18 now, but you are so very close. You can have 2 more guesses but I won't tell you if you were right until we meet. Regards Sir' My last message.. 'Sir I don't think you work for the same firm as I do, but I'll make that one of my remaining guesses. Otherwise do you work for the parent company? See you Tomorrow. Boi'

14. Not another box. My alarm goes off in what feels like the middle of the night, i've hardly slept because i'm nervous. I pull the cloths on I laid out last night, I must have checked the pile of stuff 5 times yesterday to make sure I haven't put something on or in my bag that i'm not allowed to. I'm the first person in the station car park, I walk over to the ticket machine and slot my card in to collect the ticket I'd already ordered. I dropped it in my bag and crossed to the far platform to wait for the first train south. No one speaks to me even to check the ticket for the duration of the 3 hours, it's dark and I mainly doze until I'm at the end of the line. At 8am I'm finding my way across the city using the tube, by 8.30am I'm heading up to the over ground stations and out towards the coast.   Two more changes of train later, I'm nearing my stop before the phone goes off. Withheld � Much much closer guesses last night boi but still not correct, makes 20. Must know me from work... but how? The phone chirps again. Withheld � See you at the station in 10min. I stop trying to work out where I know him from as the sudden reality of the situation hit's me. What am I letting my self in for, what was I thinking? I get the last minute jitters only ten times worse that I have ever managed before; I was starting to panic when I got another chirp. Withheld � Drink your water. Some how that calms me down, not even sure why. But I sip the rest of the water as the train pulls in, I dump the bottle in the bin as I get off. I walk in to the station building and out the other side into the car part to wait. I hope I won't be out side to long, it isn't to warm and I soon feel the cold. A minibus with darkened windows parks facing away from me on the other side of the car park. Withheld � Your ride has arrived. Get in the rear door, close it behind you and sit down. The driver will bring you to me. I calmly walk up to the bus and try the rear door. It won't open, then I hear a central locking motor pop the lock open. I try again and it opens, so I hop in and shut the door. I hear it lock behind me as I take the first available seat � back row across from the driver. Normally I'd have gone further forward, but the middle row of seats walled me in to the back part. He says nothing and starts the engine. His phone chirps, then mine. Withheld � Seatbelt. The instant I click the belt in the bus starts to move. I try to look at the driver, but can only see the back of his head and some of his white top from all the way at the back. Think he might be wearing sun glasses to; but I'm not sure. Thankfully it's nice and warm in here, in fact very warm. I start looking round and out of the windows as the bus finds it's way out of town and on to the main road. Firstly I notice that all the seats in the middle have been removed, just leaving the split back row and the full row that is ahead of me. I also spot that one of the seat belts in that row is pulled down so lean forward to see why. To my surprise there is a large ish brown/grey file box strapped to the seat. It's the kind with hand holes on either side � foolishly I lean further forward to try to look in one of them. Then I notice that it's got my name on the label. I remember what happened the last time I opened one of his boxes and think equal amounts of glee and horror 'Oh no, another box'.

15. The pup hadn't got a clue. Withheld � in 5 min the bus will stop, the driver will leave. You will climb over in to the seat in front of you. Then open the box for more instructions. My eyes instantly turn back to the box in front of me, I crane my neck trying to look in the handle hole. The bus breaks and turns down a side road that takes it up hill, steep enough to make the engine struggle and push me back into my seat. We crest the hill and sweep down into a quiet valley with the odd building nestled among grass fields, hedges and farm animals. The bus turns back up the hill along a farm track eventually coming to rest next to a cow shed. The driver gets out, locks his door with the key and leave the key on the window screen where I can see it. He gets on a scooter thats parked ahead of the bus, puts a crash helmet on that is sitting on the handle bars and rides back passed the bus and off behind me to the road. I scramble over the top of the row of seats and come to rest sitting next to the box. There is an envelope marked read me taped to the side, so I open it and take out the note in side... 'Boi You've taken a big step forward coming here like this, so you have earned a reward. If you want to leave now open the door and walk away, otherwise follow these steps to collect it. 1 � sit in the middle seat. 2 � place the box at your feet. 3 � empty it to your right. 4 � put your bag to the left. 5 � strip to your socks, putting everything you take off in the box. 6 � turn your phone off and put it in the box along with your bag. 7 � put the box on to the far left seat. 8 � place the shackles behind both front legs of you chair and lock your feet in. 9 � seatbelt on. 10 � one set of handcuffs per wrist. 11 � hood on. 12 � then cuff your arms to the far left and right head rests. I'll be watching and bring your rewards with me. Sir' I follow the instructions to the letter, it's not until I drop the hood on that I start to feel nervous again. But I quickly cuff my left hand and stretching right can just push the other cuff closed on to the head rest with my now shaking hand. The reality of the situation sinks in, naked, restrained, alone and don't know where I am. I panic and pull at the cuffs, try to kick out. I can't and that only makes it worse, but then I hear the side door open and that familiar voice. �Look who we have here then� - as he climbs in and sits to my right. �no need to panic, you're safe� - he sits back against my arm. �Sit� - I hear someone else climb in the door and sit on the floor. He puts his arm round me, I instantly relax. �There boi, much better now aren't you� I rested my head over on to his shoulder with a quiet 'yes Sir'. I then feel a nose in my crotch. �This is Ethan, you 2 half met before. He is one part your reward for getting here� He removes his arm, I feel hands gather the hood at my neck � then a strap fasten under my chin. �The collar is yours to keep, you might even get to see it later� He reaches behind my head and clips the collar to the head rest. Then runs his hand down my chest, across my torso, in to my crotch where he cups my balls. It's then I realize how horny and adrenalin fuelled I am. He gives a gentle squeeze as I writhe in the chair. �Ethan, I want these empty. He's all yours for an hour, no biting or you won't get to cum all week.� I hear a whimper. �OK pup, you can nibble but no bites. I like this one� He likes me, awesome! He gives a hard squeeze so I cry in pain, but soon lets go. He talks in my ear. �There is no one in side 4 miles, so no need to hold back. Scream if you want� Then he giggles, tightens the collar and moves to a different seat. I feel Ethans hands on my knees, as he licks my balls, then crotch, belly button and up to my nipples. I can feel his smooth face come to rest on my chest where he genty chews one nipple then the other. He works my dick with one hand while he licks ever available inch of my flesh. I know I'm close and try to fuck his hand. He notices to and just about gets his mouth in to position to lap up my mess. I feel Sir squeeze my balls hard again. �Plenty left, again Pup� Ethans hands now worked over my body while he sucked. He pinched me, crushed and twisted my nipples the more I cried out the more Sir just laughed in the background. He let this Pup's game of agony and ecstasy continue for maybe 2 hours. Just stopping for a hard squeeze every now and then. By the time Sir called a halt I'd cum 3 times, got cramp in in places I didn't know existed and would have said exhausted if I'd been asked. Not that I was. �Put his shoes back on him and clean him up, I'll get the last part of his reward from the glove box� A minute or two and a hand full of wet wipes later my flaccid penis was clean, my shoes were on and the collar was unclipped from the chair. My head slumped forward as Sir returned. �Good pup, you enjoyed your self didn't you. Wait outside.� Sir grabs my balls again, but this time he pushes them into something metal; he quickly finishes doing what ever it is. When he has I can feel metal encasing my man parts and hear locks snap shut there and under my chin. He loving rubs my arms as he unlocks them, then my legs. Lastly he helps me to my feet, un- tucks the hood to greet me with a huge smile quickly followed by a deep passionate kiss. All my Christmases arrived at once, I could live in that moment for ever. �Ethan, drive us up the the house� �You need to practice, it's only a little way up the track. You'll be fine� He turns out to look like blond bad boy pop idol type and is looking a bit of a mess � my fault I'm sure. Sir sits me down in his arms as Ethan shunts the bus back and forth up the track. The Pup hadn't got a clue how to operate a clutch, we stalled 4 times. Clearly he had other attributes.

16. The door shuts. Minutes later we shudder to a stop outside a white painted farm house with outbuildings, garden and other things beyond.   'Ethan, take this one to the kitchen and show him where things are. He can make the Tea while I put the Bus away and file his box' With that the side door to the bus is opened and Sir helps me off the step. 'Milk and none for me, the pup takes 1 sugar. Get yourself something to.' With that the Pup shrugs he head to his right to started round the side of the house as Sir started the bus shunted off towards a barn. I'm all but naked and it's cold so I start after the pup and quickly follow him into the side of the building, up 4 stone steps and into house. We stop in a utility room where he takes his shoes and socks off � he says nothing and just stands there until I follow suit. He then moves into the kitchen beyond � it has a tiled floor, but it's warm to the touch as I enter.

Ethan opens all the cupboards as he walks passed stopping to point at cups, glasses, containers marked Tea and Coffee. He closes the doors again, opens the fridge and puts a filter jug half full of water next to the kettle than stands and looks at them. I look at him and back to the kettle still expecting him to speak. I give up waiting after a few seconds and start making Tea and looking for mugs. While I busy my self he slips away into another room. I don't notice until I look round because I hear the door shut in the outer room. Sir walks in with a smile just as the Kettle clicks off. I fill the water jug and pug it back in the fridge to work as Sir sits down. �Looks like I have already found 1 more uses for you � Tea Boi. Bring mine here then you can drink yours sitting on the floor here next to me.� As he spoke Ethan returned completely naked and carrying a collar, I have to confess to tipping my head to one side to get a better look. He was one hung Pup. He knelt down at Sirs feet and held out a collar he had carried with him in to the room. �You don't get away that easy Pup, sit on the Chair and drink your Tea. When we are done I want you in your mitt's, muzzle, pads and puppy harness for the rest of the evening�

It was quiet clear that Ethan was happy about that; the smile was clear to see. I deliver both of them a Tea, then return with my own and sit on the floor next to Sir. �Bet you are glad this place has under floor heating� I smile and say 'Yes Sir' then sip my Tea. The same can't be said for Ethan, he's blowing on his Tea and trying to drink it as quickly as he can. Clearly he is looking forward to something and soon finishes. He starts to get up. �SIT, I said when WE are finished Pup. You are going to wait until we have both finished and I think you might have to have have a tail to. Just for impatience� Sir and I slowly drink the rest of the Tea. �Boi cups in the dishwasher� he points. �Then you'll have to see what else we have in store for you� I deal with the cups. �Both of you better come with me.� Ethan is close behind and I follow a few steps behind. We leave the kitchen into a dimly lit hall way with a couple of doors open to the rooms beyond. There are stairs going up to a landing with maybe 3 more doors visible. Sir opens the door below the stairs and steps down with a �

�Watch the first step, it's a little close to the door� He and the Pup disappear down into the room beyond. The cellar below the house was section off by dividing walls. The first room just had a couple of wooden benches, a large low table and some sort of side board. I passed them quickly in to the next room. This room had all kinds of things in it, more than my eye could take in... lots of small items all displayed in cabinets. Steel, leather, rubber... at one end a rail of hangers with god knows what on it. One end of the room contained a bed behind a set of bars with a small door in them � the cell was just bigger than the bed it contained. The middle of the room again had a large low table. �Welcome to the store room, every fantasy I've ever lived out or want to is stored in here somewhere boi� 'yes Sir' �In� he gestures passed me to the cage door. I turn, open the door and duck as I step in. Sir turns to one of the units and puts a hand full of items on the table. �Pup � on the table.� Ethan quickly complies as Sir comes up to the Cage. He closes the door and cluncks a big lock shut on the door. �If you forget to say yes sir when I tell you to do something again I'll punish you boi. Further more if you don't sit there and keep quiet you'll be spending the night in there with no bedding� 17 I call out again.

Sir returns to the table where Ethan is waiting.   �Knee pads on� Ethan puts the pads from the table on. �Hands� He offers Sir his hands and they are quickly strapped into a set of mitts. �On your knees and open wide� Sir pushes what looks like a large mouth guard in to his mouth. �Close, in the right place?� Ethan nods and sir drops a muzzle over his head and works the straps tight. �Up, then give me a foot� With that Ethan stood, balanced on one foot to raise the other one. Sir moved next to him to steady him as he quickly fitted ankle cuffs. �Kneel on the table Pup, face the wall�

I see sir clip the Pup mitts to the far corners of the table, pick up another item then he stood behind the pup in my line of sight. He was there working on something to the rear of the pup for several minutes. �Now you can wait like that until I'm ready for you, one day you'll learn to be patient� Sir turns and walks towards me. �I'm going to take care of some business in the office, keep an eye on the pup for half an hour. He can't go anywhere, but shout me if he misbehaves� 'Yes Sir' - with that he leaves the room and leaves me locked in a cage looking at the Pup. I soon realize he has fitted a harness to the waist of the pup with a tail, the pups feet are clipped to the sides of it. The Pup is wearing a cock ring and he was closely trimmed everywhere I could now see. His knees are clipped to the rear corners of the table. He also has a wide belt that is pulled down to the table at each side that is making his backside point out and up. Lastly his muzzle is clipped to an exposed rafter, meaning his arms are stretched and his head was kept up. He was clearly enjoying it as much as I was admiring him. He kept trying to move and every motion made me wish I was free to go over there and stroke him. He was getting hard and trying to fuck the air with the little movement he had. That just made me want his Arse all the more; but it only served to remind me of the metal prison that was currently locked on to me. 

I'm not sure about the amount of time that has passed, but I start to hear a gentle whimper from the Pup. I start to worry he has been stuck still for to long so I shout 'Sir, the pup is whimpering'. I don't hear any movement and am about to shout again when Sir appears at the door. �He can take hours like that Boi, he is just board and trying to get attention. Take no notice, I still have things to do� With that he disappears into the other room again. A few minutes pass and the whimpering starts again and slowly gets louder. Eventually I call out again 'Sir, the whimpering is very loud. Is there anything I should do?' A moment later Sir is back at the door.

18 A muffled yelp �Work is taking longer than I'd like, so the Pup will have to wait.� He pauses and looks thoughtfully round the room. �Unless you occupy him�. Then he giggles slightly. He crosses the room and hangs a chain from the rafter in the ceiling, then he opens the cage door. �Stand behind the pup� I walk over 'here Sir?' He puts a hand on my shoulder and moves to until my metal chastity device is almost touching the Pups balls. �There's the spot� He then clips the chain from the rafter to the back of my collar so I can't move any further forward.   �Step back� I move back. Sir puts something round my middle, then fastens the straps. I glance down to discover an 8 inch long dildo poked out in front of me. �You don't touch the Pup with anything other than the dildo, use plenty of this� He hands me a bottle of lube, and walks round the Pup stroking his body. �The new boi is going to play with you, cause I have work to get on with� The pup shakes his head and whimpers while Sir unclips his tail and takes out the small plug. The Pup continues to whimper and shake his head.

�Boi step forward� I do and Sir guides the tip of the dildo into the Pups arse. �Boi remember no touching the Pup, but you must fuck him with the dildo until I get done for the evening. Use lots of lube; got it?� 'Yes Sir, fuck with lots of lube until you come back. Don't touch the Pub.' �Good Boi�, with that he headed out of the room to the sound of the pup whimpering more loudly than ever. I squeeze the lube onto the dildo and edge forward to push it slowly into the fidgeting, whimpering Pup trapped in front of me. I slowly move my hips to keep the dildo moving, the whimpering turns to heavy breathing as the bitch pup tries to fuck the air between his legs. I see he's enjoying it, so more lube and step closer still so I can thrust deeper and harder. I want to reach out and grab his hips, but remember my orders and keep my hands off him. I try to bend forward to adjust my action to get a longer thrust into him, but am yanked back by the chain on my collar. 

The bitch pup realizes I can't get closer and actively attempts to move back towards me. This only servers to fuel me, but the growing pinching sensation from my metal prison holds me back. Minutes pass and i'm working up a sweat fucking Ethan with a dildo, he's liking it. I can't help my self, I drop the lube and run my hands over him then grab the pups hips with both hands. He frantically fucks the air as I now pull him back on to the dildo harder and faster than before.   I'm choking slightly every time I move deeper in to him. The Pup whimpers, and snorts the air as he tries to get enough air though his nose. Suddenly he slows down and relaxes forwards, I stroke his back and sides while I slowly continue to thrust the dildo in and out of the pups back side.   �I said no touching� - Sir barks from the door way. I let go of Ethan and step back quickly pulling the dildo clear and triggering a muffled yelp from him. 19 & sleep soon follows. Sir quickly detaches Ethan from the table and points to a corner. �Go� The pup walks on all fours to the corner and cures up on the hard concrete floor. Mean time Sir has detached my collar and is locking my hands in a set of cuffs. He gives no instructions, instead he grabs each hand in turn and bends me forward to clip them to the table where the Pups knees had been before. He removes the dildo harness from my waist. I must have made Ethan Cum, as there is a small puddle and drips on the table ahead of me. I let out a small smile, thinking that the pup had enjoyed it. �You like that sight? � he paused �WELL?� 'Yes Sir' �Clean up the mess you just made. Get your face down there and lick it up, then we'll see how much you like it� I hesitate for a second then very gingerly start to work up to a lick when a paddle the size of a cricket bat lands across my back side. I lift my head up as the second stroke lands and I let out an 'Ahhhh'.

�The longer you take to clean it up the more strokes you take� I get my head back down and start to lick the table furiously as the next few strokes land. When I'm sure the table is clean I lift my head. Sir leans over to check the table. �The strokes were for the mess� He unclips my hands and points to the open cage door behind me. �In� I walk over slowly 'yes Sir'. He locks the door behind me. �Now you get to watch what you would have received if you'd behaved. Then you can spend the night down here with a bucket for company� He returns to the table and calls the pup over and on to the table facing away from me. He removes the muzzle and the gag. Then turns the pup to face me as he opens his belt. Over the next hour or so I get to watch in envy as Sir fucks, gets sucked by and fucks again. That would have been me if only I hadn't tried to give the pup so much pleasure, now he's having all the fun. Soon after, Ethan is released and sent to wash the dirty toys and to fetch glasses of water. �Night boi, hope you don't get to comfortable�

With that Sir leaves the room, a couple of minutes later Ethan returns with water for me. He waits while I drink it, then out of the blue as he is leaving he speaks to me for the first time. 'Thanks for before with the dildo, sorry you are in the cellar for the night�. He flicks the light off, leaving the room almost dark. The light in the next room goes out plunging me into total darkness. I hear distant noises above me in the house as I feel my way on to the cot in the cell. It's tiny pillow and heavy blanket aren't to comfortable but are warm. It's been a long day of travel and I don't take long to relax in the darkness, some how the cage is reassuring and safe. Sleep soon follows.

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Find a vampire .. (2) blood as food

Find a vampire .. (2) blood as food I do not think a creature gained fame and popularity, such as those obtained by the Vampire (Vampire), especially in the present era where carry literature and art to the far corners of the Earth became his presence necessary essential to the culture of contemporary horror, and his name became a matter of debate does not end on the fact that his presence and his being. Our pages - has won a nightmare - their share of this Byzantine sterile debate, which is not without interest, because it increased the enthusiasm to move in a long research trip in which we search tombstones eroded in the old cemeteries forgotten, and shave the wings imagination over the Balkans towering peaks where Ncit The legend grew up, and turn the records of some of the strangest passion blood crimes and horrific papers ... all this in order to provide an interesting article contains useful information and a unique tale of endurance with dear reader to another world where blood is the ruling and dominant. Some find in the blood Gmaoua savory (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Vampires atheist and the twentieth century One might wonder about the reason for excellence vampire .. What makes it endearing to the hearts of this image despite Dmoath?. The answer to this question lies partly in the unique image that shape and painted brilliantly employers of world cinema for personal Vampire industry, as it turned gradually from a monster scary scary to an icon of Osama and the beauty and eroticism !, The ambiguity and uncertainty surrounding his life, has always been a motivation for people looked to him more curiosity and interest, is the monster really weird, spends his day locked in cemeteries, and recoils at night from his coffin offside under darkness searching for a human game, provide him with this red nectar which sends the body of the new flame of life and Nchotha, There is no doubt that this unique life style Nutrition has raised many questions about the blood and the fact that its properties, you can really live human lives and to take it alone? What is the taste, and I wonder how it tastes?. Maasai blood love cows! Confused questions remain unanswered, especially here in the east, where the long-prohibition drink blood centuries ago. As in other parts of the world may not be human only question only, but may be able to experience and taste too! It has in this regard several options, for example, can be sipped blood soup or to eat sausage and dessert made of it! The perfumed himself to a cup of blood cattle mixed with milk with Maasai African, then the tribes that seized control of vast tracts of grazing Kenya green not only in Aleppo cows, but the men from time to time and one stabbing of cows in the vein by shares or long shaft to flow blood profusely to wooden vessels that soon it Chrib mouths eager for a taste of fresh blood, drink sometimes alone, and sometimes Amzjohnh milk. And men prefer Ahtadsh in the morning to enjoy the faculties throughout their day, and perhaps Sagoh for patients and pregnant women as well as children, as the Maasai strongly believes in the supernatural blood properties, claiming that he gives them immunity against diseases and prolong the ages, but unfortunately the allegations lacked scientific evidence supported, the average age of the man Maasai not to exceed 45 years only. But drinking blood or cooking is not confined to Africa, but extends to a wide parts of the globe, there are dishes and foods variety made from blood or enter into composition, probably the best known is the blood soup (blood soup), which are configured in multiple ways vary depending on the blood used in the recipe , some preferences made from pig's blood, while others blood of the Lamb and goat Isttam, and she likes to use the blood of geese Swedes, Poles Faihbdhun duck blood. In the Philippines, using the blood to cook scrumptious kind of gravy named (Dinuguan), one of the delicious meals described them, prepare the steaks and viscera such as the heart, stomach, cooked together in a certain amount of pig's blood with a little green, spices, pepper, and eaten this meal lane with a bowl of white rice. Blood also enter into sausages industry or what is known Bsjq blood (black pudding), which is prevalent in Europe and parts of Asia, as the blood is used in the manufacture of types of sweets sold in China and Korea stores !. But what about the human blood? Is there a drink or intake? Blood soup .. I hope that you do not feel nauseous, dear reader Yes, of course, the human raw and uncooked blood is sometimes mixed with wine after drinking red wine at private parties held by groups obsessed with vampires to the point of imitating them in everything. There is also a mental illness, leading some to drink human blood, and they do not hesitate to use violence to end, and this rare case is classified as a type of psychological imbalance and mental distress, Valmassabon this disease strongly believe that they are vampires are real, and there are numerous examples - we will discuss it later - for crimes committed these heinous. Is it a special taste for blood? In fact, the blood fluid containing salts, minerals, protein, color distinctive texture viscous and has a special taste, and figured out here that most people savor a taste of where do not feel, for example, while the bite on the lips or the soles of the cheeks by mistake, or when take off one of their teeth or when nose bleed, they do drink and swallow forced blood flowing from their bodies, and I personally would argue, through experience, that special taste for blood, when hurt my mouth sometimes feel the taste and distinctive taste tells me that I was bleeding. No, but there are people who are accustomed to sucking blood from every wound suffer, thinking that they are so lean from loss of blood and reclaiming a portion of it to the inside of their bodies once again, he thought wrong and belief, of course, blood is absorbed through the mouth is not due to the blood stream, but go to stomach and digestive system. Blood broth and Sjgah .. meals fantastic! But if the blood like any other food, which contains minerals and protein and has a taste and taste ... why most people do not like to drink? I think that the psychological factor is the main reason for the reluctance of people and Tgazzzhm him, then the blood itself does not harm the stomach, but in spite of that natural human normal may find it very difficult to drink .. It does not smell palatable .. .. taste .. color .. all of which cause his nausea, but that just does not matter to him and his vision may lead to dizziness and fainted occur in some people. Add to that the risk carried by the blood with him, he is an ideal carrier for a significant number of diseases, contains millions of bacteria, viruses, some of which may be considered a mortal, Kveros AIDS, for example. It is true that the most serious viral diseases are not transmitted through the digestive system, but through the bloodstream up to the members, but we must not forget that bacteria and viruses are creatures microscopic minute they could find a way into the bloodstream for smaller cuts in the wall of the gums and mouth and the lining of the esophagus through and stomach. Vampiric beings If there are vampires are real and natural on this earth to understand certainly are not human, but they are a group of insects, fish, mammals and birds that feed depends on the sustainability of life on the blood, objects graceful sneak stealthily to parasitize bodies Algavlp lightly and craftsmanship envy of vampires Hollywood superheroes; If the vampire bite may lead to the transformation of the victim of a vampire, too, the bites and stings of this bloody objects carry with them serious diseases to humans may lead to perdition. Below we offer you, dear reader Brief months of this bloody gang members: 1 - insects: excel and are the fastest of all the vampires at all, the only creatures that are inevitable from human exposure to capacity for once at least in his life. Who among us does not know the female mosquito? And any of us did not try to capacity annoying?. It is in fact excused in the shed our blood! .. They are in dire need him to obtain the necessary protein to form eggs, so seize lose sight of the landing softly and agility on our bodies Vngrz Ibrtha (Kulaimat) into the skin and secrete saliva prevents blood clotting and then proceed to absorb the blood and draws him even impair efficiency, then flying away leaving us busy rubbing and scratching, we like most creatures have a severe allergy to the saliva of mosquitoes, but this is considered to capacity disturbing and painful, but it is not dangerous in itself, but it may contribute to the deployment of some serious such as malaria and yellow fever disease infection. Tick ​​before and after drinking the blood of a mosquito and flea .. Ticks (Tick) is another type of vampire, which is certainly the most greedy and hope from them, he can suck the amount of blood outweigh its size by 600 times, thanks to the ability to stretch his body high Kalpalon. And ticks of a small insect species Ankabiyat are abundant in North America, Africa and could lead to a capacity to serious illness called Lyme disease. Flea (Flea) Kalaqrad, from Mutaimin by blood lovers, but smaller, often they visit a heavy and non grata on the bodies of creatures warm-blooded animals, like humans and animals, especially cats, dogs, rodents, his mouth Kalmnchar use it in the skin incision to gain access to the blood stream, It is a dangerous carrier of diseases, especially the plague - the Black Death - which contributes to the transfer from rats to humans, one of the most serious epidemics, which has long killed human beings through the ages, and was the cause of the extermination of nearly two-thirds of the population of the European continent in the Middle Ages, it can kill an adult During the 4 days only if did not receive appropriate treatment. In fact insect world teeming Bmusasi blood professional long counted and explain their descriptions, Kaalgheml coming and the insect and fly sand and tsetse .. etc., and all these insects harmful and annoying and carriers of disease, which is also graceful in a very savvy, hide in your bed and between the folds of your clothes enjoy absorb blood from where he does not know, so you must beware of them, dear reader, and ensure consistently clean bed and Mlbisk. Leeches .. worm vampiric 2 - leeches (Leech): worms amphibious feed some types of blood, ranging in length from 3-15 cm, which is endemic to fresh water, such as rivers, ponds and swamps in most parts of the earth, which Khantheh sex, which has members of the nationality of the female and male in the same body But it can not be vaccinated themselves, but you need to sperm from another worm very reproduction. With leeches Compound eyes, but the sense of sight has a very weak, which makes up for this deficiency using some nerve cells highly sensitive to vibrations to locate prey, access and sticking out by two holes Mastin located at both ends of the body, and as soon as the stick leeches in any part of the body of the victim, it flares up three powerful jaws in the skin, causing whereby wound with a three-pronged secreted in which certain chemical liquids you moisten the skin and prevent clotting and expansion of blood vessels, these fluids contribute together to continue the flow of blood through the wound without interruption until full leeches and filled his stomach and fall automatically on the body of his victim, and this process takes Nearly twenty minutes. Because of its ability strange absorption in the blood, human collect worms leeches and used for medicinal purposes for thousands of years, Vmajaw folk medicine use leeches to drag and absorption of bad blood, they say, which restores the body's vitality and activity. Brazilian documented case of a person Warbler fish to the penis and underwent an operation to rescue him 3 - Kandro (Candiru): fish small size does not exceed the length of several centimeters .. but more frightening than Dracula himself !, These fish strange not absorb blood from the neck as he does vampires Hollywood blood, but prefer access to sensitive places inside the bodies of men and women swimmers in the river to suck blood from there !. Alcandro living in the Amazon River in Brazil, and has a big appetite for blood, which is generally parasitize big fish, pay itself firmly into the gills of the victim and then break her teeth and begin to absorb the blood, but sometimes in rare cases, these fish bizarre little her body pushing into the stream urine in the penis to humans or to the inside of the female genitalia - vagina - to settle between the folds of the internal tissues and suck the blood out there, and are believed to be finding their way there by the smell of urine. The problem is real and the catastrophe does not lie in how to enter the fish, but also in how they leave, Vhal this fish applies the words of Egyptian proverb toddler: "He is entering the bathroom uniforms leaving!", As the fish is always unable to get out and stay in the inside of the body until you die and rot, and this calls surgical intervention to remove them quickly so as not to block the urethra or cause serious infections that can lead to inevitable death. Vampire bird! 4 - sparrow Vampire (Vampire finch): In a small island forgotten away amid the waves of the Pacific Ocean sprawling live a strangest creatures and most surprising, a small bird is hardly differs something about birds beautiful league humble that we see sometimes tweet near our windows or combing our gardens and courtyards of homes in search of food crumbs, but surprisingly Asforna not fond of bread and cereals, but blood !. Imagine, dear reader, bird vampire! .. Not seem closer to the birds Hitchhiker horrible movies?. Blood birds live exclusively in Wolf Island (Wolf Island), one of the Galapagos archipelago, a small island does not exceed an area of ​​1.3 square kilometers, with a dry environment for most of the year, and because of the difficult nature of the birds that inhabited do not find in front of her food only a few seeds produced by island trees, but these seeds quickly dry up and disappear with the end of the short rainy season .. What do these birds desperate to go on in life?! And how to circumvent survived in this dry environment?. Birds found in sea birds a solution to their problems, marine birds build nests on the island, I have learned the birds stealing the eggs from the nests to feed him, and in this amazing way, they are deliberately first to surprise the bird incubator for eggs Vtzhb eggs from beneath stealth and Tdhrjh away from the nest, and because beaks are too weak to break the strong egg shells, the one male birds egg roll by his feet over rocks break even, and so can the birds from reaching the egg-rich protein content. The second way to get the birds to their diets are those that earned her name and fame, they are already feeding on the blood of marine birds, especially birds Gannet, where the latch on the back and you click the roots of large feathers located at the tip of his wing even explode from the blood profusely Fterchw him birdies until saturation, and strange is that Bird's victim barely showing any resistance, prompting some scientists to believe that the relationship between birds and bird Gannet is the relationship between the exchange benefit, where the bird allows birds to drink a little blood in exchange for freeing him from parasites. A picture of the thickness of Lampre and Vampire Bats 5 - Lampre (Lamprey): water creature looks like a sea snake length may be up to a meter, live in fresh water and is characterized form of primitive, his mouth is what most distinguishes him, it does not contain the jaws, but funnel-shaped beset with teeth, use Allambri brilliantly to attach the bodies of fish large, and once clings tightly starts Bnhish victim's skin by sharp teeth down into the bloodstream to absorb. This organism feeds on fish and rarely attack humans. 6 - Vampire bat (Vampire Bat): is the most resemblance in conjunction with a vampire that we see in horror movies, his style featured in intruding on its victims quickly brings to mind scenes of vampires who sneak stealthily in the dark to attack their victims by surprise .. For more information, see our article detailed information on this strange bat. Followed .. Find Vampire (3) .. European myth

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