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Ending H (Fear & Hunger) Ch. 12- (Night Lurch) A Fistful of Silver
He was once sentenced to the prisons. He used to lust to hurt women. Now he is an epitome of his perversions.
- The New Gods when asked about the Night lurch.
Warnings: Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Torture/Blood, Anal Rape, Monstrous Creature, Monster Penis, Internal Trauma, Character Death
The people of Rondon cautioned their wives and daughters of a dreaded wolf that prowled the streets.
A beast it was, though not one that skulked about on all fours, rather one that danced in the shadows, taking the shape of a man, one of a well bred and trusting face that morphs and changes with the flickering torch and moonlight.
He seeks lone girls of all stations, be they of the upper class or merely a lowly waif, as they wander the city streets after sunset.
He lures them not but accosts them with sudden vigor and savagery, pulling young maidens, especially the virgin and yet to reach marrying age, into the darkest of alleyways so he can violate them in the foulest and cruelty of ways.
Maidens wearing of white have been found wandering the streets, dresses stained red-brown, a token of the depravity they were subjected to plain for all to see.
None know of who attacks the young girls of Rondon and thus tales of “The Little Maiden Dressed in White” begin to spread.
Little maiden, dressed in white, take to your grandmother loaves of bread and wine of red.
Little maiden, dressed in white, linger not among the cobbled streets, lest someone unsavoury you will meet.
Little maiden, dressed in white, a hand will grab you with a devil’s might, pulling you deeper into the night.
Sequestered away from the light, oh, little maiden, dressed in white, how you will cry, your screams of pain would be mistaken for delight.
Little maiden, once dressed in white, released from the devil you will wander, your precious flower of virtue squandered.
The wolf absconds with your purity, vanishing beyond sight into obscurity.
Little maiden, no longer dressed in white, never will you be wed, for the Lord witnessed how you bled.
Little maiden, now dressed in red, how you will wish that you were simply just dead.
The perpetrator would be found and he would be tried for his crimes. He never denied committing the atrocities levied against him and so justice was swift for the people of Rondon and all the girls and women he had violated during his reign over the empty alleyways and nighttime streets.
Death would be the punishment for many that were guilty of even one of the many crimes that man committed, they would be sentenced to death. But to be accused of hundreds of different sodomizations and to not even deny it? He would be sentenced to the only fate worse than death that the government of Rondon could bear down onto such a monster.
The serial rapist of Rondon, the Night Lurch, was sentenced until the conclusion of his natural life in the Dungeon of Fear & Hunger.
He was to rot away and die, forgotten in the black of that terrible place and he did, though die, he did not.
Like everything in that place, the black changed him. He was already twisted and corrupt, the change to a monster was already complete in mind and soul though not yet in his body. That would take time, which was all that the rapist had in the Dungeon of Fear & Hunger. He was forgotten by the people, by the government and even by the guards meant to ensure his slow demise. He didn’t need food or water to sustain himself any longer, only the pain and suffering of those around him, things in vast quantities in that terrible dungeon. It might have starved and withered his body but it did anything but weaken him.
The black made him into the embodiment of what he was: his perversions. Sadistic and cruel, his body was made to inflict pain. It mattered not to who, men, women, children, other prisoners, animals… The Night Lurch was a being made to torture.
And he would, time and time again.
You wouldn’t be the first and certainly not the last. You heard the sinister clicking of teeth against teeth, claws against stone. Of all the monstrosities in this terrible place, you didn’t think it possible it could get any worse. Everything here thrived off of cruelty and perversion. You have seen terrible things, been subjected to terrible things…
All your companions had succumbed to the darkness in some way, be it death or madness. You were close behind them, wavering in between despair and hysteria. You staggered in the dark, blind and down to your last tinderbox. Your hands shook with terror, unable to strike a light in spite of your best efforts to hold back your panic. A torch was held in between your knees, the moisture of the stonework seeping into your trousers as you furiously strike the tinderbox over and over and over and over again.
The noise grew louder, that awful clicking. It sounded like it was mocking your attempts to beat back the darkness.
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Why wouldn’t it stop?
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You couldn’t stop your chest from heaving.
CLICK
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The cloth affixed around the stick in between your legs burst alight, momentarily blinding you. In the moments that it took your eyes to readjust to the harsh torchlight, you screamed as you were tackled to the ground by something that lingered in the darkness before you.
All it took was for you to produce light for him to find you. He didn’t need the light, for his eyes were mutilated beyond recognition. Porcelain-white skin reflected the light of your fallen torch, grey-black teeth coated in blood and saliva flashing as the creature licked his nonexistent lips. Long, blade-like claws pinned your arms to the cold ground, slicing through your leather armour as though it were wet parchment.
Deep gashes splintered your skin apart, allowing river falls of blood to seep out from beneath your armour. You desperately kick out your legs, screaming as you realize that this thing was much, much stronger than he appeared. He was bone thin, with every rib evident and skin barely clinging onto his body, yet he was as strong as a healthy, well defined man in his youth. No, worse, it was supernatural. The panic you displayed only seemed to excite the creature, as he nearly purred with hideous laughter as something thick and sharp began to poke against the crotch of your trousers.
“G-GODS-!!! N-NOOO!!! D-DON’T-! PLEASE!!!” Terror raised the pitch of your voice. It was ear piercing and music to the creature’s ears. A long, thick grey tongue lashed out and licked up your tears of fear. You waited for him to tear your face off, to slice you to ribbons, to do… something. Anything! But shockingly-
He allowed you to struggle free.
You didn’t think, didn’t take a moment to consider why, your body moved with a will of its own. Fight, flight, freeze was cycling through your veins up until the moment that creature lessened its weight off your arms and you simply… Reacted.
Your legs kicked the monstrosity in the abdomen and you pulled yourself out from underneath his body, panting and screaming even though your lungs screamed for air. Your diaphragm cramped, forcing out any breath that you tried to take. You managed to rise to your feet with startling speed, tripping over your own limbs as you did so.
If you had your wits about you, perhaps you would have realized just how odd it was that the creature had allowed you to flee at all. If you weren’t in hysterics, perhaps you could have capitalized on the fact that the monster couldn’t actually see you, only hear you and your panicked breaths as you stumbled away from him. With your footsteps retreating, it gave the Night Lurch the exact opportunity that he was waiting for.
A scream dies in your throat as you are knocked off your feet. The Night Lurch had tackled you from behind, sucking on his teeth and producing that terrible clicking noise somewhere within his throat. In the fraction of a second that it took you to fall to the ground, the creature managed to force his sharp, barbarous member into your anus.
The thick padding of your reinforced trousers did nothing to stop or even slow the Night Lurch as he sodomized you. It was like the blade of a knife was slicing you open from the inside out. Instantly you were bleeding, screaming as one of the most sensitive parts of your body was brutalized over and over again. The creature’s hips jerked and bucked with little grace or rhythm, merely responding to the stimulus of your agony and acting according to his own lust to hurt another.
The monster’s skin was clammy against your own, sticking to the few bare patches of your skin that was exposed from the hole that was torn into your trousers. Hot blood poured in between your legs, starkly contrasting the cold sweat that seeped through your pores as you began to vomit in between screams of torment. Your sword had fallen just out your reach and mocked you in your rapidly fading torchlight. It glimmered and shined, much like the claws that pinned your arms to your sides as the Night Lurch shredded your insides with his mutated cock.
It was like you were being raped with the blade of a sword… The Night Lurch’s crotch horn might not have been as large as some of the other denizens’ members but it might have been even more deadly for how hard, curved and sharp it was. It was totally inflexible, unyielding towards the soft, thin walls of your anus, hooking upwards and carving its way through your body.
You reacted violently to the pain, choking on bile in between shrieks of pain. You struggled and fought for your life, kicking and thrashing like a wild, rabid animal that was caged against its will. You were exactly that, a little rodent that was trapped under the paw of a mighty predator, being batted around and toyed with before you were to be devoured. The Night Lurch had no need to eat your flesh though he would consume you just as he had when he was the wolf of Rondon.
The serial rapist drank in your guttural cries, hissing and clicking as your body squeezed down on him in spite of your best efforts to pull away from his thrusts. Your body rocked in forceful waves, your screams waxing and waning along with it. You never fell silent, even after you screamed your throat bloody raw. Your extremities would cool and become numb long before you would ultimately succumb to your extensive internal injuries. With the blood having drained from the wounds you sustained from such a brutal sodomization, you would die from the massive hemorrhaging in your anus.
Your last moments were spent in agony as one of the most infamous criminals in all of Rondon’s sordid history repeatedly abused your mangled body. Long before your death, the torch you were only just able to light had died, leaving you to suffer in the cold and the black without any comfort whatsoever. Even after you lost all feeling in your body, you were still aware of that creature’s presence, the awful clicking and clattering of something precious being discarded onto the cold ground as the violent assault continued, long after your final death.
Ending H- A Fistful of Silver
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Gravitation
Gravitation
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Gravitation
[Law III: To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction: or the mutual actions of two bodies upon each other are always equal, and directed to contrary parts.]
The trio's search for the Horcruxes was abandoned when Griphook absconded with the Sword of Gryffindor, leaving the three – traumatised and disheartened – to return to join the rest of the Order in the ongoing brutal war against Voldemort. Several months later a maimed, disillusioned, and broken Draco surrenders himself to the Order after his failures earn him Voldemort's displeasure, and Hermione finds herself the warder of the prisoner in the cellar.
Words: 3811, Chapters: 1/58, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of The Risk'verse - The Revised Edition
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Ginny Weasley, Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Colin Creevey, Molly Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow, Blaise Zabini, Minerva McGonagall, Viktor Krum
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Drama, Eventual Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Graphic Violence, Torture, Amputation, Trauma, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Slow Burn, War, Action, Forgiveness, Acceptance, Self-Acceptance, Self-Hatred, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Child Soldiers, Broken Families, Enemies to Lovers, Falling In Love, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Original Spells and Potions (Harry Potter), Snogging, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Bickering, Banter, Sweet, Occlumens Draco Malfoy, BAMF Draco Malfoy, Vulnerable Draco Malfoy, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, Latin
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"You just have to excise him from civilization and get him away from people." -- Judge
Timothy Cookston, Florida inmate 780432, born 1976, incarceration intake in 2009 at age 33 (this time, previously in prison from 1993 to 2006), sentenced to life
Murder, Robbery
From early on, the life of Timothy B. Cookston always seemed on the cusp of a darker, harsher reality.
In 1992, at age 15, he strangled and killed his 72-year-old neighbor, Barbara Lancaster Sherer. He got life in prison in a rare, above-the-guidelines punishment, only to see that sentence appealed and reduced to 24 years. He served 13 of those 24 years, then absconded while on probation.
He was caught in another state, extradited to Florida, and in 2009 wound up right back where he started: sitting in an Ocala courtroom being sentenced to life in prison.
Technically, Cookston's offense was violating the terms of his probation. Although 27 to 40 years was the recommended guideline sentence, anywhere from 22 years to life was permissible, according to prosecutor Rock Hooker. He asked Circuit Judge Hale Stancil for a life term.
"He (Cookston) was given two chances — when his life sentence was reduced... and when he was sent on probation," Hooker said. "He blew both of those chances."
Cookston, was a convict who, some would say, caught a lucky break here and there.
He was two months shy of turning 16 when he killed his neighbor. Although the State Attorney's Office wanted to seek capital punishment, then-Circuit Judge Thomas Sawaya ruled the death penalty could not be applied to cases where a defendant was younger than 16 at the time of the offense. (In March 2005, the U.S. Supreme Court abolished capital punishment for juvenile offenders, or those who committed their crimes when younger than 18.)
Cookston was sentenced in 1993, still a good two years before the state started requiring offenders to serve at least 85 percent of their prison sentences. Cookston served less than half of his time, based on good behavior behind bars.
And finally, the youth had the fortune of being represented by public defenders Billy Nolas and Tricia Jenkins. "Those two are about as good as it gets," said Jim Phillips, then the prosecutor for the case. "We had to jump through every hoop."
But Cookston couldn't take advantage of this relatively lucky streak. After being released from prison in December 2006, he was sent to the Prisoners of Christ halfway house in Jacksonville, only to be terminated from the program two months later for not complying with rules.
He failed to report to probation the next day, fled to Tennessee, was charged with child abuse, and was caught living under an alias, Timothy Hall.
At this resentencing in 2009, the defendant, who sat in court mostly expressionless and with his head bowed, only had a few works to say before he was sentenced: "I'm sorry for what I did, your honor."
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Pedro López aka “Monster of the Andes”
Pedro Alonso López, more commonly known as the Monster of Andes, was born 8th October the seventh of thirteen child of Benilda López De Casteneda in Colombia 1948. He commonly caught his mum committing acts of prostitution and this would lead his mother finding him fondling his younger sister’s breast in ‘57 when he was eight. As a result he was kicked out of the house. The supposedly a polite boy who wanted to be a teacher (according to his mother), ran away to Bogotá, Colombia. He then said he had been kidnapped and raped. He was later taken in, aged 12, by a US immigrant family and enrolled in a school for orphans. He ran away again after two years either with a teacher or because he was being molested by a teacher.
He was a serial killer and child rapist who murdered a minimum of 110 young girls from the year 1969 to 1980 but claims to have murdered over 300 across Colombia, Peru and Ecuador. The monster of Andes claimed that during his imprisonment for car theft, he was brutally gang raped and then, still incarcerated he hunted down and killed the most brutal of his rapists. When he was released he moved to Peru and started murdering young girls. He claimed that by ‘78 he had killed over 100 girls before he was caught and captured by an indigenous tribe. They were about to execute him, before a missionary from the US persuaded them to hand him over to the state police, after which he was quickly released.
López claimed he returned to Colombia and the moved to Ecuador, during which, he claimed he had killed about three girls a week. He stated: “I like the girls in Ecuador; they are more gentle and trusting. More innocent.”
The nonce was arrested when an attempted kidnapping failed and he was trapped by market traders. The Associated Press (AP) reported his arrest to been in march 1980 and that he had boasted about killing anywhere from 200 to 369 young girls. According to CNN, López “Was arrested in 1980 but was freed by the government in Ecuador at the end of [1998]”. During an interview from his prison cell, the pedophile described himself as “the man of the century” (obviously disregarding his rapes and murders of young girls) and said he was being released for “good behaviour”. An A&E biographical documentary reported that he was released from an Ecuadorian prison on 31/8/199, then rearrested as an illegal immigrant and tossed him to the Colombian authorities, who pinned a 20-year-old murder on him. He was declared insane and held in the psychiatric wing of everyone’s favourite Bogotá hospital. In 1998, he was declared sane and released on a $50 bail, subject to conditions. He later absconded. The earlier documentary says that Interpol released an advisory for his rearrest by Colombian authorities over a fresh murder in 2002, he is currently wanted and whereabouts are unknown.
Aside from uncited local accounts, López’s crimes first received international attention from an interview with Ron Laytner, a longtime freelance photojournalist in his Ambato prison cell in 1992. According to Laytner’s story, López got his nickname Monster of the Andes in ‘80, when he purposely led the police to the graves of 53 girls between the ages 9 to 12 in Ecuador.
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Week 11 Transcript
Intro
Extra extra, read all about it! Welcome to the Empire’s Recap, and today we will be going over the chaos and drama of our (somewhat) respected rulers!
This week we’re all questioning something or other, and there are theories pinned to the wall connecting many a series back to the origin.
Sausage
Last episode seemed strange to Sausage, it reminded him of his previous empire where people would pray to the sunflower goddess in difficult times. These are not his memories - he would have remembered becoming friends with such a person! But if they’re not his memories, whose are they?
This is the third vision, and he’s clearly concerned.
[SAUSAGE] …or three: it consumes our very soul and we’re never able to escape this prison of memories that I don’t know. Uh… let’s hope it’s never that.
[NARRATOR] But for now, he still needs to protect the people of Sanctuary. He upgrades his armor, but he still likes the armor on his skin - they were built by Eddie for a younger Sausage. Maybe he can ask Katherine for a more colorful peacetime-worthy outfit.
Finding a washed ashore bard was not on his to-do list today, but Sanctuary doesn’t discriminate.
[OLI] I’m a little achey breakey man with an achey breaky heart! [SAUSAGE, OVERLAPPING] Oh no! [OLI] but you’ve probably never even heard of Elvis…
[SAUSAGE] Who?
[NARRATOR] Sausage takes the man up to his room and lets him rest.
The man appears to recognise him when he wakes up, and yet Sausage doesn’t remember him. His visions do.
He is taken to a strange place and dressed in strange clothes, with music coming from a nearby church surrounded by sunflowers. The man he just rescued is singing hallelujah… he doesn’t seem to notice him at all.
He returns from the vision and the strange man eventually introduces himself as Oli.
[OLI] Old friend, but you might not know me.
[NARRATOR] Sausage recognises him as the bard from the rumors - and to be fair to Oli, there are a lot of taverns, although he could do without breaking the fourth wall about it.
He introduces Oli to Hermes, and kind of drags him into the flirtationship between Sausage and the 11ft tall God that is Joel. Not to worry, it appears Hermes knows every language except modern English.
Sausage takes Oli over to Glimmergrove to talk with tailor Katherine and get him some new clothes. She punches him into the harbor to get rid of the smell - great customer service!
Back in Sanctuary, Sausage makes up another magical woodcutting axe for Joel when he drops Hermes back in Stratos.
A visit to the Evermoore results in a potion that gives him a vision where he finds himself in a snowy village he used to visit as a child to see family. He gifts her an elytra and a clock in return.
He makes a moss farm next door to his tree farm to create bonemeal and decorates it as a wonderfully colorful chapel with a lovely quiet garden to sit in.
He visits the tree of his visions to note them down - he’s had two just today! …Let’s hope it doesn’t get worse.
Joey
Joey wants to get his pirate princess a gift so good, that she'll ask him for the ring as soon as she sees it. Surely the other empires are happy to donate to the cause of true love! Even if they don’t know it yet.
After the theft of the Stratosphere went so well, Joey continues his trend of taking the most obvious treasure he sees, and "hiding" the evidence. And once Joe gets stealing, he can't stop.
[JOEY] I’m just feeling a little, you know, overly excited now that I’m on a rampage, so might as well just keep going ‘til I can’t go no more, right?
[NARRATOR] Half of the Gobland gold storage? Grabbed.
The amethyst heart of Animalia? Absconded.
A full field of luscious Chromian lilacs? Larcened.
He passes through Dawn, "remembering" that Gem totally gave him permission to take any treasure he could find, and grabs enough bits and bobbles to complete a prism of presents.
[GEM] No more stealing.
[JOEY] I wasn’t stealing! But if you did happen to have anything you didn’t want me to steal, like maybe some treasure, where might that be?
[GEM] I feel like this is a trick question. I do have a chest, it- it is labelled ‘Treasure’, it would be easy, I should change that.
[JOEY] Yeah…
[GEM] You’ve given me some good thoughts about a security system, thank you.
[JOEY] You should change that…
[NARRATOR] Pirate Joe finally lands in Glimmergrove, arms full of his gift for his girlfriend. It spills out of Katherine’s castle door, a rainbow display - and the excess even fills up her previously-empty bedroom. A showing like this would surely win any pirate's heart!
Matters of the heart dealt with, it's back to matters of state. Forgotten Cove is looking good, and Joey's ready to start working on the rest of Eversea. He flattens the landscape in anticipation of a bustling town and builds a beautiful gateway currently leading to his cow pit. A few roads and custom palm trees later, and Eversea is becoming quite a sight to see!
Joel
Joel has decided to get back at Joey for not returning the stratosphere gold by giving him a boat to replace the one he burnt down. Or more precisely, enough boats to fill the harbor.
[JOEL] Oh gosh… So let’s just check the final number of boats we’ve crafted, its going to be quite up here.
[JOEL, INCREDULOUSLY] 666? That’s prefect, that’s perfect.
[NARRATOR] You might remember this one!
Having used the last shipment of wood for the boat prank, Joel returns Hermes to Sausage with a gift of bonemeal in hopes of a new sample.
Back at the village under Stratos, he prepares some farms to grow carrots to fuel his villager breeding operation and builds a farmhouse to go along with them. He also builds and decorates a tavern to entertain and house guests, and links up various spots in the village with some decorated paths.
Pixl
Pix’s episode is all about installing a new museum in the Savannah empire, to house the important artifacts of both history and present.
The first step is to build the museum itself, of course! Right in the heart of the capitol, it’s large enough to hold plenty of exhibits, even before figuring out the attic space.
His first exhibit requires a trip to Tumble Town, finding the diamond-laced fossil that he and Jimmy re-preserved. Digging it out from the deepslate without damaging it is careful work, but Pix is an old hand with his preservation kit now. It takes up nearly an entire wing in the museum, and since everyone likes dinosaurs, they’re already lining up for entry.
[PIX] The zombies are lining up to- to get into the museum. Honestly, I’ve had so many pillage patrols spawning around here, as though they’re queuing up to be my first customers or something.
[NARRATOR] Pix adds a few smaller exhibits of his own - a piece of ancient debris and gilded blackstone as homage to the long-lost glory days of the piglin, and of course, a Sheriff doll and the emerald ore mini-block bribe to represent the first trial of Empires.
He has one more item to show for now, though this one’s on loan from Sausage’s collection; the painting of Saint Pearl is both beautiful and a continuation of a game of art telephone.
As he’s working on the road leading away from the Greatbridge, Pix shows off the Chromia addition, complete with llambassadors (llama ambassadors). He does some more city planning for coming roads and sightlines, and the Savannah is beginning to look a little more like home.
Gem
Speaking of city planning, Gem is a civil engineer this week, building up cobbled deepslate and mud roads connecting her empire together. She wants to make the area near the tavern and seaside into a town center, building up a little fountain. In order to get the deepslate she needs, she kills two birds with one stone by delving into the mines for a strip mining trip, finding some emerald ore and a spider spawner in her search for diamonds.
Inspired by the spiders, she visits the other local princess, Katherine!
[GEM] Not gonna lie, I’m a little nervous to meet another princess- she’s royalty! That’s kinda cool.
[NARRATOR] She makes a rather rude statement:
[GEM] It’s epic! Why is it half dead?
[KATHERINE] …What do you mean?
[GEM] Well it’s… it’s… y’know it’s half…
[KATHERINE] I don’t! Is there something wrong with it?
[GEM] Oh no, nothing wrong!
[NARRATOR] Gem you can't just ask why someone's castle is half dead, before she pitches the idea of a princess candle shop.
[KATHERINE] Yep, all good!
[GEM] How does a princess alliance sound?
[KATHERINE] gasp ooo! I love that.
[GEM, GIGGLING] It’s perfect!
[NARRATOR] With that settled, she begins building the shop in the town center of Dawn, but is quickly interrupted by fWhip and Sausage. The two have come bearing a new type of flower, and I'm sure my heart wasn't the only one who ached at this part. Ah, good memories. Once they have left-
[SAUSAGE] I’m actually gonna use this portal, it’s a lot closer
[GEM] Oh- uh. Okay.
[NARRATOR] - Gem finishes off the shop before making the inside look like a little candle-making area. How adorable!
False
[FALSE] Guys guys I had another one of those dreams
[NARRATOR] Today False wants to make the wings from her most recent dream, but for that, she needs a workshop!
The ominous sign on her wall has changed its message but ignoring your problems is a False problem. She shows us a sketch she’s made of these wings from her dream, and is determined to get to work!
A visit from fWhip earlier invested lots of emeralds into her villager business that… she’ll get to work on soon. First, flight!
False finishes her new workshop and immediately gets to work on these wings she wants to have - it takes her a while, but wings aren’t the easiest thing to make!
She’s so excited to fly with her new wings! It comes so naturally to her - she spends some time in the air testing her new wings and going to peoples bases to see if they can chat. Nobody’s home though.
After setting her claim on a tower of the Greatbridge, she flies home with the moon behind her, and she plans to build up her area into a lovely little town - people will definitely want to visit her then!
She does some decorating of her base to make it look more homely and then shows off her working iron farm - more people should visit her when she has an export to sell! It took some time to get it all working, and it turns out villagers aren’t fans of small boxes. But for people to come and trade with her, they need to know where she lives! She gets to work trying to connect her nether portal to the nether roof and decorates it with some rocks and a gift of a free iron ingot for any visitors and a flint and steel for misfortunate souls!
False is probably glad that fWhip has left her out of his gift-giving plans this week!
fWhip
A beautiful new railroad has been built from Gobland to Gobville via lore, just before the Sheriff visits to finally deal with the local prisoner. Oli can have his freedom… in return for some community service in the Gobland tavern.
Now, it’s time for chaos.
fWhip is getting married, and as thanks to his friends flying out to attend, he’s moving wardens into their bases, all named “Thanks for coming to my wedding!”. Because of course. He wants to wait to move the wardens in until the emperors are away, and Joel leaves home first, so Stratos gets the honor of the first be-wardening. And the first of many warden-related deaths.
Lizzie leaves, so Fwhip slips the Animalia warden gift box into place, but the other 4 members of the “wedding gift” crew are still at home, so it’s back to plan A - preparing warden tunnels in advance.
He takes a break to meet with Sausage and show Gem the beauty of the wither rose - There’s no reference to season 1 here at all!
He makes a shulker of emeralds to invest with False, and now it’s Tumble Town’s turn to get wardened! Except there’s no deep dark for the Minecraft equivalent of miles, so Jimmy’s present is waiting next to his nether portal instead. The Sheriff won’t be using that for a while…
Time for Chromia! Fwhip’s redstone trickery isn’t enough to save his life, but it does help seal the warden into Scott’s present. When he goes to bring a warden to Sanctuary, he makes sure to move Pepe the parrot out of the line of fire – he doesn’t want any dead pets on his conscience – and fWhip actually doesn’t die this time!
Last, but certainly not least, is GeminiTay! He already built the water elevator in Dawn before, now it’s just time to fill it with a terrible monster!
At this point, Fwhip has earned the title of Empire’s Warden Wrangler. And a congratulations on the wedding from the Recap crew - enjoy your honeymoon, Mr. fWhip!
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Gravitation
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by MissiAmphetamine (Kaleidoscope)
Gravitation
[Law III: To every action there is always opposed an equal reaction: or the mutual actions of two bodies upon each other are always equal, and directed to contrary parts.]
The trio's search for the Horcruxes was abandoned when Griphook absconded with the Sword of Gryffindor, leaving the three – traumatised and disheartened – to return to join the rest of the Order in the ongoing brutal war against Voldemort. Several months later a maimed, disillusioned, and broken Draco surrenders himself to the Order after his failures earn him Voldemort's displeasure, and Hermione finds herself the warder of the prisoner in the cellar.
Words: 3811, Chapters: 1/58, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of The Risk'verse - The Revised Edition
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Ginny Weasley, Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Colin Creevey, Molly Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow, Blaise Zabini, Minerva McGonagall, Viktor Krum
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Drama, Eventual Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Graphic Violence, Torture, Amputation, Trauma, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Slow Burn, War, Action, Forgiveness, Acceptance, Self-Acceptance, Self-Hatred, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Child Soldiers, Broken Families, Enemies to Lovers, Falling In Love, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Original Spells and Potions (Harry Potter), Snogging, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Bickering, Banter, Sweet, Occlumens Draco Malfoy, BAMF Draco Malfoy, Vulnerable Draco Malfoy, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, Latin
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2023-11-24
Singapore
University dropout forged degree to get jobs for 16 years
Woodlands junction sees 2 traffic accidents in just 3 days
Foreign students from India who stole clothing from Uniqlo make excuses for actions - cane them then deport them!!!
36-year-old man fined $13.7K for covertly selling vapes @ West Mall's Harvey Norman - scumbag
MFA director-general charged with cheating & providing false information - misused diplomatic bags
Prisoner who absconded while on work release went on chaotic rampage - a very good example of why we should keep drugs out of our country!!!
Yet more people caught under-declaring cash at Changi Airport - mostly cash couriers
Science
^ Where did the mysterious Fermi bubbles in our galaxy come from?
Gossip
Sean Say resurfaces again
Paris Hilton welcomes 2nd child with husband - probably via someone else's womb again
People
Oscar Pistorius set to be released from prison early in Jan next year - he would only have served ~11 years of his 13-year sentence, which was already a joke in the 1st place due to its leniency, but I guess that's $hitty South Africa for you
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Multimillionaire's elaborate jail break plot is FOILED: Businessman held on 46 child pornography charges in Florida planned for private plane to fly him to medieval castle in France
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-12116651/Florida-millionaire-planned-escape-prison-castle-France.html?ico=related-replace
The Great Escape it wasn't. A Florida millionaire planned to abscond to France rather than face child porn charges and plotted to escape jail during a colonoscopy with the help of some of his employees and former cellmate.
Indian River County Sheriff Eric Flowers revealed this week that a tip from someone 'on the outside' had sparked the investigation into John Manchec, 78, and his band of incompetent henchmen.
Manchec was first arrested on 46 child pornography charges by the Florida Department of Law Enforcement in 2014 and released after posting a $500,000 bond. His US passport was taken away but as a dual citizen, Manchec also owns a French passport.
He was accused of transferring sexual images and videos of children aged between 12 and 18. At the time of his original arrest, Manchec was 69 years old.
Vero News quoted authorities as saying that Manchec's defense was that he clicked on the images 'because he was curious.'
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That time Bo Hi Pak got scammed
▲ Pictured: Dr. and Mrs. Bo Hi Pak, in their home on the day of Dr. Pak’s release.
Copied from https://www.tparents.org/library/unification/talks/pak/Pak-061106.htm
Letter On Release From Prison
Bo Hi Pak
November 6, 2006
Dr. and Mrs. Bo Hi Pak, in their home on the day of Dr. Pak’s release.
As most members know, our dear elder brother, Dr. Bo Hi Pak, was a victim of unscrupulous businessmen who targeted our movement by using Dr. Pak’s prestige and national stature in Korea to become unwittingly involved in what is known as an "African business scam."
In the trusting heart of Dr. Pak, these criminals found an easy mark who at the time was trying desperately to make his mission area self-sufficient by raising funds for the performing arts projects associated with the Korean Cultural Foundation. Those Koreans and Africans who participated in this scheme absconded with the money raised, and unfortunately, left Dr. Pak to face the legal suits from investors who had been promised very profitable returns. After serving 2 years and 3 ½ months of a five year sentence, on Nov. 3, 2006, Dr. Pak was released on probation by the court with the balance of his sentence suspended.
In the following public document, in a demonstration of his rectitude and sense of honor, Dr. Pak assumes full responsibility for his actions, as well as past experiences, and apologizes to True Parents and the movement for the pain and humiliation that he caused.
Presently, Dr. Pak is resting and recuperating at home. Dr. Pak would like this letter to be disseminated in UC publications, electronic and print, as widely as possible. The photos were taken the evening of his release from prison as he worked on the letter at his apartment. He is wearing the same clothing that he wore when he was in prison.
The family of Dr. Bo Hi Pak is deeply grateful for everyone’s heartfelt prayers and support.
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Letter from Prison
Bo Hi Pak
From Your Unworthy Son,
In Tears of Gratitude
Bowing Before True Parents, I Beg Their Forgiveness.
Dearest True Parents!
It is to my eternal regret that this unworthy child has burdened our True Parents, whom I dearly love, with such deep heartbreak and distress through my stupid mistakes.
How great has been the heartbreak and sorrow of the True Parents who have more compassion for the suffering of the one lost lamb than for the other ninety-nine!
Lying with my face cast down, I beg True Parents to take pity on this child who has safely returned to the bright outside world like the prodigal son in the Bible.
True Parents have once again saved the life of this unworthy son.
True Parents!
I, your unworthy son, Bo Hi, cannot help but shed endless tears of gratitude on this day as I leave prison and re-enter the bright daylight of the outside world.
Was it not our True Parents who allowed me to reach this day of freedom safely after enduring the not inconsiderable time of 2 years and 3 1/2 months of confinement in prison despite my advanced age of 76 and a body beset by many chronic diseases?
From the time of my birth I was not blessed with great toughness and stamina. Both my physical parents were not able to live long lives and passed away before reaching old age.
In the past, True Father, you expressed concern for my health and once remarked, "Your family is not blessed with longevity. You must be very careful about your health."
In the first phase of the original trial, the prosecution asked for a sentence of 12 years and the judge handed down a sentence of 5 years. This was due to the magnitude of the damages incurred by the injured parties.
This meant I would have to serve time in prison until I became 81 years old.
The outlook was pitch-black.
Being able to live to the age of 76 was already a great blessing, but in my physical condition, I could not conceive how I would be able to serve time in prison until I became 81. I thought of John the Baptist 2000 years ago. He came with the mission to bear witness about Jesus but ended up dying in prison.
I, Bo Hi, have lived with the conviction that I was born with the mission of John the Baptist for the time of the Second Advent. If it was my mission and destiny to die in prison in order to indemnify the failure of the first John the Baptist, then I was resolutely determined to solemnly receive my fate.
However, it is my belief that the work of the Second Advent is to indemnify and restore the failure of the first advent. Given that the True Parents have come into the world as the Lord of the Second Advent and have overcome the hardships of the cross and naturally subjugated Satan and ascended to the throne of the True Parents of mankind, in the time of the second advent, I as the John the Baptist of the second coming should not follow the precedent of the first John the Baptist, but rather through steadfast faith and perseverance I should leave these prison walls and pass out of these prison gates alive and well.
But surviving inside prison till the age of 81 was beyond my power. I resolved that if I were to die inside prison I would do so with dignity. I passed each day resolutely pledging to myself every day that when the time should come I would depart this world calling out True Parents’ "mansei" on my lips and in my heart.
My True Parents, what a great blessing you bestowed upon me so unexpectedly. Even while you were in the midst of cosmic history -- making the world tour of 120 nations to proclaim the "Universal Peace Federation" -- you took time to remember this unworthy son. How great and intense the labor and exertion must have been to accomplish this work of immense importance in every corner of the globe, yet even in such bone-weary circumstances you remembered your lost son, Bo Hi.
While you were in Uruguay you called my younger brother, No Hi Pak, to come all the way to Uruguay to give a report on my situation and condition. After hearing the report, you ordered Chung Hwan Kwak, the world chairman, then and there to "reach agreements with the injured parties quickly and get Bo Hi released from prison."
This can be nothing other than the gracious blessing of the True Parents. I am in prison because of my mistakes. But yet again the True Parents of all mankind have reached out their hands in pity and compassion and lifted up their wayward son from the pit of death.
Finally it is November 3, 2006! On this day the Appeals Court of Central Seoul passed a suspended sentence on Bo Hi Pak and allowed me to walk out of the courtroom a free man.
By the grace of the True Parents, I have been spared the fate of a slow death in prison, and after more than 2 years I am able to walk out the prison gates alive and well.
Even though I prostrate myself and shed tears of gratitude, it is impossible to express my feeling of gratefulness to our True Parents. In this manner, True Parents have saved this unworthy son both spiritually and physically.
True Parents! This Is The Second Time That You Have Saved Me.
My dearest True Parents!
This is the second time that you have redeemed my life. In the fall of 1985 when I was the president of the Washington Times, I was kidnapped by a communist group plotting to derail the comprehensive victory over communism campaign being exhaustively waged by the Unification Church. Since this was a politically motivated kidnapping, the objective was not to obtain ransom money but rather to frustrate the Church’s anti-communism campaign by eliminating a key leader. So my situation was one of acute danger.
I was handcuffed, bound and gagged, and taken to a hideaway house somewhere in the suburbs of New York City, subjected to terrible electric shock torture, and then finally told by the gang that I would be executed at midnight. They declared to me that "after we have killed you we are going to stuff you into this metal barrel, fill it with gravel, tie it shut, and sink it in the lake nearby, and neither the police nor the FBI are going to ever find your remains."
I was tightly bound to three chairs and blindfolded so that I could not tell how much time had passed. In the middle of the night I could hear them moving a metal barrel in the basement.
"Ah -- now the time must be nigh!"
I had a distinct feeling in my bones, and I resolved to go out gloriously as a victor. In a flash with all of my strength, I lifted up the three chairs as high as I could and with all of my power I shouted out at the top of my lungs "Chambumo Nim Mansei" three times.
The ruffians came rushing toward me from every direction saying "Damn you! You think someone is going to come and save you because you cry out for the police! You fool!" They started battering me and kicking me and then started tormenting me with the electric shock machine again.
At that moment I blacked out and lost consciousness. Then, while I was wandering between consciousness and unconsciousness, True Mother appeared before me and shook me awake. She said to me, "There is no time! However, they will not be able to kill you tonight. By whatever means you must get out of this place within the next 10 hours. True Father is praying for you at this moment." It was a dream.
True Father was bearing the cross at Danbury prison.
Upon hearing True Mother’s words, my exhausted body was filled with miraculous energy and I could feel the light of hope. At that moment I did not fear anything. I fearlessly called for the leader of the gang and shouted at him.
"What you are doing is a foolhardy thing. Who has put you up to this? I am the president of an important daily newspaper in the capital of the United States, the Washington Times. I am under the protection of the U.S. government. Within 2 hours the FBI is going to figure out my location.
"Do you think you are going to remain safe after killing me? This is American soil. Do you think you can escape to safety after committing a felony in this country? You foolish scoundrels! You must listen to me. I do not want all of you to die. I swear I will not file charges against you so you will be able to live and I can live. I can vouch for your safety. Tomorrow will be too late."
I am certain that True Father’s spiritual power emanating from his prayer was controlling the situation.
They did not kill me that night. The new day arrived.
Then the ruffians surrendered. The gang members made me assure them 10 times over that I would not file charges with the FBI. They blindfolded me, put me in a car and drove for 2 hours, and let me out. Then they sped away.
When I took off the blindfold, I found myself standing at LaGuardia airport in New York. I was released 48 hours after I was first abducted. During this time True Father had been hunched over in prayer all night at Danbury prison.
When I returned to my house in Washington, D.C., alone after being freed by my captors, the FBI agents stationed at my house were stunned and amazed. They reported to their headquarters by phone saying, "It’s a miracle. The kidnap victim Mr. Pak has miraculously come back alive and in one piece." They said that victims of kidnapping in the U.S. usually end up coming back in pieces in a box.
This miracle was brought about by the power of True Father’s prayer.
True Mother found me through the Holy Spirit.
Upon hearing a report of my safe return from True Mother, True Father said to brother Kamiyama, who was inside with him, "Now that Bo Hi has returned safely I am going to rest!" and straight away lay down to rest. Brother Kamiyama had never seen True Father sleep in such an exhausted state and snore so loudly before.
I have no qualification to receive True Parents’ love and blessing again and again. I am overawed by True Parents’ love.
My gracious True Parents!
You are not only the savior of my immortal soul but several times during my life of 70-some years you have seen me through life-threatening crises and become the savior of my physical life as well.
Now that I, Bo Hi Pak, the John the Baptist, have been restored to freedom, how can it be possible for me to leave for the spirit world without spending the rest of my life giving witness to the victorious True Parents and radiating their resplendent glory through the entire globe?
How can a prodigal son such as I be worthy of being saved from certain death in prison and returned to freedom even after True Parents have already saved me several times in the past?
I can only lie prostrate before them and shed tears of gratitude.
May True Parents live forever.
My Thanks to the Unification Family Around the World.
My Unification family members around the world! My true brothers and sisters!
I, Bo Hi Pak, an inadequate elder brother, through the boundless grace of the True Parents, have been able to walk out through the prison gates and regain my freedom and return to the care of the True Parents after only serving 2 years and 3 1/2 months of the original 5-year sentence.
I unexpectedly received True Parents’ gracious consideration as they worked miraculously to shine the light of freedom and restore a bright future upon me even though it seemed my certain destiny was to perish in prison.
Just as in the parable of the prodigal son, the mistakes committed were 100 percent my doing. They were deeds that I am responsible for from the beginning to the end, but True Parents reached out to this prodigal son with pity and compassion.
The fact that I did not cause injury to the assets of the Church and that no Church funds were lost through my mistakes I consider the greatest good fortune within my misguided project.
Naturally I was not pursuing these projects motivated by personal gain or to try to enrich myself, and it is my fervent hope that all of you Unification family members can understand that my motivation was out of fidelity to our movement and in the same manner as I had lived my entire life heretofore. My only desire was to advance the work of our movement to a new level.
However, I did not submit to True Parents’ will.
This is a sin for which there is no forgiveness and I was determined to indemnify this terrible sin even if it meant dying in prison. But the True Parents reached out their hand to offer salvation. They brought back to life this prodigal son. I was able to return to the world in freedom.
Nevertheless, the fact remains that because of my troubled affairs I caused a controversy in society and thereby tarnished the most heavenly and holy name and reputation of the True Parents. There can be no forgiveness for the sin of causing damage to the honor of the True Parents and the Church.
As someone who has received True Parents’ dearest affections for the past 48 years of my life of faith and as one who has had the inestimable honor of personally attending to the True Parents and working as one of their closest associates, when I face the fact that my actions created a negative influence upon the shining honor of the True Parents and our Church, I am compelled to confess that this was the greatest mistake of my life and I can see no possible way of finding forgiveness.
Nevertheless, many family members around the world have been praying for this inadequate elder brother throughout this time. I received many letters of consolation and encouragement. Especially I could not hold back the tears when I received encouragement from the True Children. Particularly In Jin Nim’s family took the initiative to get the news out to the worldwide family through the creation of an internet webpage and even personally toured many cities to directly ask for your cooperation. People responded to In Jin Nim’s call from Korea, Japan, America, and every part of the world. Letters of consolation and precious contributions were donated.
I am at a loss as to how I could adequately express my gratitude for all you have done. I wish I could meet with each and every member individually to express my deepest appreciation, but since it is impossible to do so, please forgive this limitation and accept my deepest heartfelt appreciation through this letter.
My dear brothers and sisters!
I have been so deeply moved by all of your warm brotherly love poured upon this foolish elder brother. Thank you so very much for participating in the compassionate love bestowed upon me by the True Parents.
Moreover, I would like to express my deepest thanks to Injin Nim’s family and all of the True Children and their families for all that they have done.
What all of you have brought about will become an historic legacy of good and a part of the beautiful Unification Church tradition.
My dear Unification family! I along with my family offer you our tearful gratitude.
The Hardship of Prison Was a Blessing. I Have Returned Reborn a New Man.
My two-plus years of confinement in prison in a way were a great blessing.
The history of the God’s new providence of remaking the world through the work of the Second Advent has been stained throughout with True Father’s tears and blood.
Two thousand years ago at the time of the first advent, Jesus Christ endured the misunderstanding, spitefulness, and jealousy of established Judaism. At the end of his 3-year public ministry, he eventually suffered the hardship of the cross but was victorious in bringing about the spiritual salvation of mankind.
The True Parents who came into this world as the Lord of the Second Advent survived the providential course of bearing the cross and finally succeeded in subjugating Satan and, by guiding President Reagan and liberating the evil empire of the Soviet Union, saved the world from the final deception of Satan in history in the form of worldwide atheistic communism.
Before this time Satan had already attempted to frustrate the providential work of the Second Advent by True Father by raising up the communist party of North Korea and using it as an instrument of repression against True Father and eventually sending True Father to Heungnam prison to die.
Eventually God put in motion the emergency measure to rescue True Father. On September 15, 1950, God sent the UN forces under the command of Gen. Douglas MacArthur to execute the Inchon amphibious landing and soon thereafter liberated Hungnam prison, rescuing True Father after 2 years and 8 months of captivity in that living hell. From the viewpoint of God, the Inchon landing was not only a measure to repel the North Korean communist aggression, but more importantly it was an operation to rescue the Lord of the Second Advent.
Before this time True Father worked to oppose the Japanese occupation of Korea. Satan’s forces, who were constantly trying to oppose the work of the Second Advent providence, put True Father in prison no less than six times in total.
This has been the historical backdrop of the Unification providence. It is a history filled with the blood and tears of True Father.
Finally True Parents were completely victorious in completing the work of the Second Advent and ascended the throne of the True Parents of humankind.
As one of the young children attending the True Parents, I am grateful to God for my recent travails and the experience of imprisonment and consider it a great honor to be allowed to participate, even if it is only to a slight degree and only in a heartistic, conditional fashion, in the tribulations that True Father suffered while in prison.
Compared to the conditions in Hungnam prison that True Father was sent to, prison life in present-day South Korean prisons is heavenly by comparison. Thus I am embarrassed to even suggest that I shared in True Father’s suffering during his imprisonment.
However, during my months of confinement, I constantly maintained an attitude of gratitude and happiness, never allowed myself even once to express complaint, and always conducted myself as a model inmate. Hungnam was the wellspring of my strength to overcome the hardships of my imprisonment.
It Was a Precious Time of Repentance and Rebirth.
I studied a lot while in prison. Furthermore I could take a respite from the never-ending harried and hectic pace of the providential course and reflect upon and repent for the shortcomings of the past 48 years and take this precious time to renew myself.
Today I have been reborn a more complete son before the True Parents and I have repented for the many mistakes I have made in my life of faith and only ask for forgiveness. I write this letter from prison in tears of gratitude and pray only that hereafter I may become a son more closely aligned with God and True Parents.
During my time of training behind prison walls, I have come to the following four great realizations and awakenings.
First, I did not attend to our true parents adequately. True Parents have restored Adam and Eve, the fallen ancestors of mankind. They have subjugated Satan and, finally, they have liberated Heavenly Father. I have repented for thinking that I was attending our True Parents well when in fact my attendance was unsatisfactory and inadequate. In a word, I was a poor unfilial son.
I failed to completely become one in heart with the True Parents who came to this world as the Lord of the Second Advent after 2000 years to completely relieve Jesus’ sadness. They came to this world completely understanding Heavenly Father’s suffering heart of a parent who has lost all His children through the fall of mankind. The True Parents have cried an ocean of tears comforting God’s long-suffering heart. True Father has lived his entire life of more than 80 years in passionate single-hearted, never-wavering devotion to liberate God from this suffering.
Finally, True Parents have gained total victory by naturally subjugating Satan and overthrowing his dominion and sovereignty over this world as well as in the spirit world and ascending to the throne of the True Parents of humankind.
I had been living without fully realizing how precious and glorious a privilege it was throughout the entire heaven and earth to be a person who had attended the Lord’s "feast of the lamb" which was prophesied in the glorious book of Revelation.
Finally on January 13, 2001, by reaching the summit of providential history and adorning it by completing "God’s Sovereignty Coronation Ceremony," True Parents were able to wipe away all tears from God’s eyes and place Him on the throne wearing the royal robes and diadem. True Parents are the heavenly filial son and daughter who will shine for all eternity. At this moment, God and True Parents were united completely in one body: Heavenly Father, the vertical True Parents, and True Parents, the horizontal True Parents of humankind.
This was the first day since God created the universe and man that Heavenly Father smiled and was filled with nothing but joy.
The invisible Heavenly True Parents and the substantial True Parents!
The True Parents of heaven and earth are completely one body.
We are all destined to be loyal true children attending the vertical True Parents and the horizontal True Parents in heaven and on earth and to become second incarnations of them.
During my months of imprisonment, there were countless times that I shed tears of gratitude because of the great happiness of being able to attend the True Parents. To be able to live at the same time and breathe the same air and to be able to gaze upon the holy countenance is such an ineffable joy. It is surely the greatest blessing we can possess. For me the power of this sublime blessing transformed the prison into a heaven. To awaken to the realization of the true value of the True Parents is the same as being resurrected.
Second, my former life of faith was full of pride and affectation. During my imprisonment I awakened to the realization that my former life of faith was filled with pride and affectation. I deeply, deeply repented for this and made myself into a new person.
During my 48 years of faith in the Church, feelings of pride that I had done and accomplished as much as anyone in the Church had sprung up. This is nothing other than arrogance.
This feeling that I had accomplished something was from Satan. "I translated True Father’s speeches more than anyone else." "I attended the True Parents on their trip to Pyongyang." "I attended the True Parents at the conference in Moscow." "I attended the True Parents when they met with the American Presidents."
I hadn’t realized that all of this emphasis on "I did this" and "I did that" was coming from Satan. What was shocking and startling was the realization that in fact I had not done anything at all. Therefore, there was in fact nothing that I could boast about. I came to realize that the very thought that I had accomplished something was Satan within me. Everything was accomplished by God and True Parents. All I could claim was that I was given the honor of being present.
Even now my continuing to breathe and move even a finger is not by my doing. It is by the will of God and True Parents that I exist and move. I am merely able to be present. If the thought that "I did this" and "I did that" is present within you, you become sensitive to all manner of things and feel resentment over the smallest things and feel alienation over things that are irrational.
There is no "I."
There is actually nothing that I have accomplished. It is a great honor and blessing that God allows such an unworthy son as I to be at the side of the True Parents. After coming to this realization, my spirit could not be more happy or at peace. My mind became clear and pristine like the autumn sky, and the feelings of resentment and alienation that had sprung up in my heart melted away like the snow in springtime.
Just to be able to know and be face to face with the living God, the True Parents, is an infinite honor. To have been able to become a member of the Unification Church, to be able to meet God and the True Parents, to be able to live reciting the family pledge, to receive the Blessing from the True Parents -- for all of this I can only feel grateful.
"My cup overfloweth." When I feel that my cup, which is nothing but a crude earthen bowl, is overflowing, my soul is imbued with happiness and peace.
So during my prison life I passed my days calling out to True Parents many dozens of times each day and shouting out my grateful heart. It is so clear to me how I will be living out the rest of the days of my life.
Third, in my life heretofore I did not know the true value of the Blessing. The Blessing of the True Parents exists only in the Unification Church. I was living my life without knowing the true value of the Blessing. My understanding was that True Parents had cleared away original sin and we were receiving God’s lineage.
However, we were not living lives that were actually experiencing the deep and precious principle of the Blessing. The Blessing of the True Parents is a blessing which opens up heaven. True married life is found in the spirit world. The Blessing of True Parents is not for 100 years, nor for 10,000 years. It is for eternity. Believers of the Unification Church meet the True Parents, receive the Blessing from them, and are grafted onto a lineage with no original sin without paying meritorious service for it. Based upon just this one Blessing and special privilege, there is no way we could be grateful enough.
This is a Blessing that we are totally unqualified to receive nor competent to bear. Even if we spent our lifetime giving thanks, it would not be sufficient thanks for receiving the Blessing.
Existing Christian churches believe that married life is only during one’s lifetime on earth and that in heaven everyone becomes gender neutral and lives celibate lives like the angels. This is not true. The Blessing that the True Parents bestow upon us is a Blessing of marriage from this world to eternity.
Our Blessed couples are couples for eternity. Our brothers and sisters are brothers and sisters for eternity. Have I completely become one in body and spirit believing that I and my wife are eternal spouses? Have I truly loved and thought of my Church brethren as my eternal family?
I have been lacking. Completely inadequate. I was ashamed. Everything was due to my not attending the True Parents properly.
The Unification Holy Blessing is a life together forever. True Parents’ Blessing is an eternal blessing. It is a Blessing that restores you to eternal youth. It is a Blessing that opens up a new heaven.
This being the case, what does it matter that we grow old? What difference does it make if we become white-haired senior citizens? What is there to fear because we pass away from this earthly life? Dying is merely departing for a much better life. True Parents have taught this philosophy thoroughly. The only thing that we must do while on this earth is love our Lord God, love our True Parents, with all our mind, with our entire lives, with all our character, and love our neighbor as our own selves.
Fourth, during the remainder of my life I will become the embodiment of true love. After 2 years and 3 1/2 months of special training, I have emerged from prison with a firm understanding of how I should live the rest of my life.
In short, I will become the embodiment of true love in accordance with the teachings of our True Parents. Armed with True Parents’ teachings and the Cheon Seong Kyeong holy scriptures, I will give my entire life in loving the True Parents and loving my fellow man. We have a gospel which must be shouted out from the top of Halla mountain to the Chunji lake on top of Baekdu mountain. We must shout out that the True Parents have come and we must all enter heaven believing in and attending the True Parents. Our Church must become the smelting furnace of love.
It is our responsibility to make sure that all of mankind partakes and participates in the Blessing of the True Parents. The True Parents during 80-plus years of their life, by their sole and solitary efforts, have paid for the sins of mankind, subjugated Satan, and delivered mankind from certain death. They have constructed a highway leading directly into heaven.
Now it is incumbent on us to gather and lead the people of the world and travel this highway.
Globalizing the victory of the True Parents is our responsibility as children of True Parents. As recently as the Universal Peace Federation world tour, True Father, even at the advanced age of 86, put his life on the line and completed the historic proclamation in total victory. I heard that he departed on the tour resolved to press on even if his body were to collapse. I could not help but shed torrents of tears.
When True Parents are leading in this manner, how can we not fight with all our might even unto giving up our very lives? I will follow True Father’s example and shout out the teachings of our True Parents on the world stage until my throat explodes. And if I should collapse and die on the rostrum giving testimony to the True Parents, what greater duty is there that I can do?
My dear family members!
I have not spent the last 2 years and 3 1/2 months idling away the time. Since I have come back with great enlightenment, can you agree that I have received the most excellent training?
Brothers and Sisters! Let us rise up. Let us advance into the heaven of hope!
I close this part of my message from prison praying for eternal long life and health of the True Parents.
Bo Hi Pak
November 3, 2006
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Drug gang member on the UK’s Most Wanted list jailed after three years on the run
A drug gang member who fled the UK to avoid facing trial has been jailed after he was added on the UK’s Most Wanted list.
Joshua Hendry, 31, of Walton in Liverpool, was jailed today for absconding and supplying class A drugs to Grimsby, accompanied by a group of 12 people including his mother, Leslie Aytoun, and brother, Scott Hendry.
Prosecutor Rupert Doswell told Sheffield Crown Court that Hendry was charged in March 2019 in connection with a drug chain that saw £1.38 million of heroin and cocaine transported from Liverpool to Grimsby between September 2017 and March 2019.
Mr Doswell added: “Phone analysis showed Hendry in a higher position in the drugs chain than his mother and brother.”
According to Mr Doswell, Hendry fled to Spain before his trial in March 2019. In his absence, he was sentenced to ten years in prison for distributing drugs in the Grimsby case.
He claimed Hendry was arrested while walking his dog in Marbella on January 20 this year, just 24 hours after the National Crime Agency issued an appeal for the UK's Most Wanted Criminals.
In March of this year, Hendry pled guilty to fleeing and distributing cocaine and heroin.
The defendant is expecting a child with his partner in Spain, according to defense lawyer Callum Ross.
Mr Ross said: “He knew that at some point he would be apprehended.
“He knows he only has himself to blame, and that he is going to miss a significant period of their childhood.”
Judge Roger Thomas called the conspiracy “a massive criminal enterprise” and told Hendry he was “greatly irresponsible for bringing a child into the world knowing he would be going to custody for a long time.”
Judge Thomas added: "You were the one at the heart of this and perhaps the one who thought of it in the first place and began its operation.
"You knew full well when you fled you were getting out of the way.”
In addition to the 10-year sentence he was given in 2020, Judge Thomas imprisoned Hendry for a further five years and three months.
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School in Hot Soup After Stoping KCSE Cndidates From Sitting Exams Due To Pregnancy, Fee Arrears
School in Hot Soup After Stoping KCSE Cndidates From Sitting Exams Due To Pregnancy, Fee Arrears
A school in Meru has reportedly barred ten of its students from taking the Kenya Certificate of Secondary Education (KCSE) this year.
According to reports, the students from Matewa Day Secondary School in Tigania Central were sent home on exam day for a variety of reasons, including unpaid fees and pregnancy.
One pregnant candidate claimed being denied admission to the examination room.
“When she went to school on exam day, she was sent away. Why should she be denied access to the exam room yet she was registered? ” Mr Joseph Muketha, the girl’s father, wondered.
According to reports, the girl was one of four students at the school who were pregnant.
Ms. Penina Karimi, another parent, reported that her son was sent home due to unpaid costs.
“I have been struggling to pay fees for my son. He has not been in school due to health issues and lack of fees. The teacher said he cannot sit for his exams because he has been absent. We were told that the DCC has issued orders that students who are absent cannot sit their exams,” she said.
Two more parents, Mr. Amedeo Kimathi and Mr. Patrick Kaugiria, reported that their children were expelled for unpaid school payments.
“My child was sent home in September but I could not raise the school fees. My daughter became pregnant while at home. She was denied access to the exam room because I owe the school Sh10,000,” Mr Kaugiria said.
Other parents have asserted that the school was hesitant to accept candidates who had been absent from class within the past few months out of concern that they would negatively impact the institution's performance on this year's KCSE.
As a result, Meru County Commissioner Fred Ndunga stated that the school is being investigated for violating government regulation, which mandates that all students register for national exams.
He ordered DCI (Directorate of Criminal Investigations) and the Ministry of Education to investigate the occurrences' origins.
"The government position is that every candidate must write their exams. This is why we go as far as delivering papers to hospitals and prisons. The only excuse admissible is if the candidate is critically ill,” Mr Ndunga said.
It was impossible to obtain a reply from the school administration regarding the decision to prohibit the students from taking their exams.
Separately, Tigania Central Deputy County Commissioner Patrick Messo stated that there is widespread indiscipline among students in the region, resulting in a large number of instances of truancy. He saw that many students were dropping out of school after registering for national exams in order to work as housegirls in Nairobi and other cities.
“On Monday, we had an incident where ten KCSE candidates came 30 minutes late for the exams. We had to intervene to address the matter. We have a challenge with parents absconding their responsibility and allowing their children to stay at home,” he said.
He mentioned early marriage, teen pregnancy, indiscipline, and a dearth of role models as major barriers to schooling in the region.
“In the KCPE exams, we tried to trace more than 200 candidates in vain. They never showed up despite having been registered. There is a need for concerted effort to address this menace,” Mr Messo said.
According to David Kinaiya, the director of education for Meru County, 26,879 candidates registered for the KCSE this year.
This is despite the fact that it was discovered that 21 KCSE applicants and over 200 KCPE candidates did not take their exams this year.
School in Hot Soup After Stoping KCSE Cndidates From Sitting Exams Due To Pregnancy, Fee Arrears
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BnHA Chapter 296: Ngl, This One Pissed Me Off
Previously on BnHA: Deku was all, “p.s. I actually activated yet another quirk several chapters ago when Kacchan got stabbed.” Compress was all, “[gets captured and passes out].” Spinner was all “[rifles through Tomura’s pockets and slaps a random Charbroiled Hand onto his friend’s unconscious face].” Tomura was all, “SOMEHOW THAT ACTUALLY WORKED” and woke up again, except it wasn’t really him, it was everyone’s favorite Final Villain, AFO. AFO was all, “time to escape finally” and summoned a bunch of Noumu and Absconded with Spinner and the DabiMarble in tow. Skeptic was all, “Horikoshi forgot I existed, but I’m actually Absconding in marble-form as well.” Deku was all, “ATTENTION WORLD, I WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE THAT I OFFICIALLY WANT TO SAVE SHIGARAKI TOMURA.” And then the arc just sort of ended lol.
Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all, “but when you think about it, do we really need literally any female teachers at U.A. at all?” and for whatever reason doesn’t stop to wait for an answer. Midnight, who absolutely did not need to die, Dies, and I’m pissed about it. Ochako wanders the ruins of Jakku for what feels like hours, rescuing small children while her adult hero compatriots fall to pieces around her, because apparently the U.A. kids really are the only people who have their shit together. The citizens of Japan are all “damn that’s wild, wonder how fucked we are now,” but are actually super casual and chill about it which is oddly realistic. The chapter ends with AFO in Tartarus being all “lol time for the prison break arc,” without giving us so much as a chance to catch our breath, like holy shit. Are we on the clock or something now, goddamn.
lmao it’s like 7pm on a Sunday night and this is out already. this is like the worst possible timing lol. there goes my nice, relaxed evening. unless of course this turns out to be a nice, restful, soothing chapter, as chapters coming on the heels of traumatic, earth-shattering battles so often are. yeah, break out the Pina Colada song and the little drink umbrellas, I got a good feeling about this one
(ETA: I mean, I was obviously being sarcastic here but damn, Horikoshi.)
-- fff why did I laugh
it’s the crumbling city ruins in the background that really does it, I think. JUST LOOK AT THIS MESS THAT YOU HAVE MADE, EVERYONE. FOR SHAME
also, the title is dramatic af and I am so fucking excited you guys, like holy shit. BnHA’s In-Between arcs have always been my favorite part of the series, because it’s when all the character development and angst and/or catharsis happens. just, those little breathing spaces in between the action when everyone gathers to recuperate and compartmentalize their fresh new traumas lmao. bring on that angst!! but also, let’s please have some Comfort to offset all of this Hurt too, please and thanks
blah blah blah so the survivors were evacuated, good good, can you actually show us though?
AHHHHHHH
PIXIE BOB SURVIVED!!!! WASH IS STILL ALIVE LMAO HOW. THIRTEEN’S FACE, OMG SHOULD I LOOK AWAY. IS IT LIKE MANDALORIAN RULES. IDK HOW IT WORKS
HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY ALIVE. LOLS ANYWAY I’M HERE FOR IT. FEEL FREE NOT TO KILL ANYONE ELSE HERE HORIKOSHI, I THINK WE’RE GOOD
(ETA: it’s like talking to a brick wall.)
oh my god do we really need exposition about how the heroes tried to stop TomurAFO from escaping and OF COURSE failed completely because they suck lmao. oh my god I am shocked, that is such shocking news
wow they only managed to defeat three of the Noumus. holy shit. again, all of the Not-Kid Heroes are only slightly more useful than cardboard cutouts of heroes at this point, MORE AT ELEVEN
so Tomura may have lost the PLF, but he still more or less has an army then, huh. I really don’t know how anyone could expect a timeskip with that threat looming over everyone’s heads
oh nvm lol there are only seven Noumus left. wait so you’re telling me there were only ten Nearly High Ends in that last chapter?? felt more like fifty but whatever lol I’ll take your word for it
COMPRESS YAY YOU’RE ALIVE TOO
MAYBE THEY CAN EVEN REATTACH HIS ASS. I’M SERIOUS LOL, BECAUSE HE STILL HAS IT, DOESN’T HE? OR IF NOT, THEY CAN REBUILD HIM WITH A PROSTHETIC ASS. he’ll be more powerful than ever
WHAAAAAAT YEAH BOIIIII
WOOO, EDGESHOT, WOOOOO. THAT’S HIS WAY OF THE NINJA
YEAHHHHH SUCK IT, PLF
(ETA: for the record I don’t think Cementoss is dead here, just badly wounded. if he had died he would have been included in the forthcoming In Memoriam page along with the others.)
GET BENT LOL. TRUMPET I FOR REAL FORGOT YOU EVEN EXISTED. I NEVER WANT TO SEE ANY OF YOU LOSERS AGAIN PLEASE. ONLY INTERESTING CHARACTERS MAY PROCEED PAST THIS POINT
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that’s... holy shit. that’s a bigass mansion, that’s what that is. also so does this mean there are still eighty thousand PLF members still at large, because that’s a plot line I very much do not care about in any way whatsoever lol. can’t we just retcon to say that Re-Destro was exaggerating? I mean hell, a CEO criminal pulling some Enron-type bullshit is pretty believable, isn’t it? those poor bamboozled shareholders
“makeste, here’s an idea, what if you scrolled down to read the rest of the page” lol gtfo of here with your logic and your sense
well those 132 people have made it onto my enemies list, but at least it sounds like they more or less took care of the rest. good riddance
and Toga escaped, as we knew already, and is now on the lam. hopefully she reunites with the League again at some point. although her doing her own thing could also be very interesting. idk what I want lol
anyway so there’s another big panel showing how fucked up the city is, just in case it hadn’t already been hammered into our skulls yet. there’s a car dangling off a roof somehow. how does that even happen. did Machia pick it up and put it there or
NOOO OMG RANDOM SMALL CHILDREN IN PERIL WHAT IS THIS
OCHAKO PLEASE SAVE THEM OMG
“if it falls on me, I want you to have my Endeavor pouch” OH MY STARS. HIS MOST PRECIOUS POSSESSION. NO MY CHILD YOU CAN’T GIVE UP HOPE YET
LMAO
“FOR THE LAST TIME NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR DUSTY-ASS POUCH, KYLE” fffff these children are dying and I am cracking up so hard my eyes are tearing up what is wrong with me
YAY THEY SAVED THEM
but listen. not that I don’t love seeing the girls kick ass, because you know I do. but I also really, REALLY need to know what’s going down with the Musketeers, and I’m not looking forward to waiting three whole weeks for that so please Horikoshi. please hurry this along so we can get to them
goddamn it Tsuyu is saying she’ll take the boy to the shelter to get first aid, and I was all “okay great because that’s probably where Kacchan and the others are too”, but now someone else is shouting for help and Ochako’s all “I’ll go” and it’s like OKAY BUT PLEASE? this chapter is already more than half over omfg. ‘bout to start wringing some hands here
oh my god
is this Toga again??? WHAT THE HELL, THIS CREEPYASS HALF-DEAD DUDE BETTER BE LEADING UP TO SOMETHING INTERESTING, I AM REALLY GETTING IMPATIENT
OR, I GUESS, WE COULD DO THIS INSTEAD
“SO AS IT TURNS OUT, NOT EVERY CHARACTER WHO NEEDS HELP SAVING THEIR SPOUSE FROM FALLEN RUBBLE IS ACTUALLY TOGA IN DISGUISE” HUH, OKAY. DULY NOTED. FILED AWAY FOR FUTURE REFERENCE
but fucking... okay, look. I love Ochako, I do. but I like her a whole lot more when she’s interacting with other characters I actually care about, as opposed to running around in the rubble rescuing random people while the fate of my other children is still up in the air. like okay, I get it, shit’s bad, now if you don’t mind we really don’t have to spend all day here though
...anyways but nope, we’re still staying with her. she’s bouncing around rescuing all of these other people. omg. I literally have no patience here at all and it’s terrible, I know, but oh my god
omg finally something interesting is happening!!
look at that, an adult hero standing around being useless while the kids are busy getting shit done. why is this becoming a recurring theme
MY DUDE, THIS IS SERIOUSLY NOT THE TIME THOUGH
I GET THAT IT’S OVERWHELMING AND THAT YOU’RE TRAUMATIZED AND SHIT, BUT GUESS WHAT, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE. THAT’S WHAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR. JUST LOOK AT OCHAKO! SHE’S SO EXHAUSTED HER HAIR HAS EVEN LOST ITS FLOOF, AND YET SHE’S STILL OUT HERE DOING HER BEST. ONE SAVE AT A TIME MY MAN. GET IT DONE. LITERALLY A SMALL CHILD IN THE BOTTOM RIGHT CALLING FOR THEIR MOMMY AND YOU’RE JUST STANDING THERE ALL “WAHH IT’S TOO MUCH” LIKE COULD YOU PLEASE POSTPONE YOUR CRISIS UNTIL AFTER YOU SAVE THEM PLEASE
OH MY GOD
MAYBE YOU SHOULD!! oh my god I really cannot, like wow. oh no I actually have to save people and do my job, god forbid. jesus christ, at least the other heroes tried. but Moping Hero: Bellyache here is just throwing in the towel and fuck everyone who still needs his help I guess. you are like the anti-Deku my dude
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NO OH FUCK
THAT’S MIDNIGHT’S HAND OH FU -- SHE BETTER NOT -- HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD --
I’M GONNA LOSE IT I REALLY AM!!!!
HOLY SHIT HOW INTENSE OF A RAGE DO I NEED TO BRACE MYSELF TO BE FEELING HERE. THIS CHAPTER WAS ALREADY TRENDING TOWARDS DISAPPOINTMENT, DO WE REALLY NEED TO GO AND COMPOUND THAT
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
you’re telling me Tomura wasn’t brought back by that electric shock, but by his “fuck you” attitude? why are you explaining this to us now, again??
......
HEY, SO UM, FUCK ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS, THOUGH. (: OH MAN. OHHHHHH MAN. I HAVE... I HAVE GOT A LOT OF WORDS FOR THIS AND HERE ARE SOME OF THEM
FUCK
THINGS THAT SHOULD BE IN THE DICTIONARY NEXT TO “SOME BULLSHIT”: THIS
FUCK
GET FUCKED HORIKOSHI
AND ALSO PLEASE FUCK RIGHT OFF!!
AND SERIOUSLY THOUGH FUCK YOU
NO BUT YOU KNOW WHAT THOUGH!! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED OFF ANYONE. LITERALLY ANY CHARACTER. YOU HAD TWELVE FEMALE PROS. TWELVE. YOU COULD HAVE MADE MORE OF THEM. PROBABLY, IF THERE ACTUALLY WERE SUPERHEROES IN REAL LIFE, THERE WOULD BE MORE THAN TWELVE OF THEM IN AN ENTIRE NATION. BUT NO, YOU WERE ALL “TWELVE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH.” AND THEN WHEN IT CAME TIME TO KILL PEOPLE OFF, YOU WERE ALL “WELL ALL RIGHT THEN, LET’S SEE, I PICK... THESE 18 RANDOM SIDE CHARACTERS WITH LITTLE TO NO DIALOGUE, PLUS THE ONE SINGLE FEMALE U.A. STAFF MEMBER WE ACTUALLY HAD. YEAH THAT OUGHTA DO IT”
AND BY THE WAY, HORIKOSHI, I PICKED SOMETHING UP FOR YOU ON MY WAY HOME, HERE IT IS, ┌П┐(・＿・) do you like it it was on sale. I saw it and was like, “Horikoshi would really like that.” so there you go. sorry it wasn’t gift-wrapped
p.s. I hope y’all can tell that that’s supposed to be a middle finger and not... something else lmao. er. anyway
(ETA: so I got a few asks from people who were really put off by this part of the reaction post, and so I’m just adding an extra note here to make it clear that I do not actually wish harm on Horikoshi in any way or even particularly dislike him. I wasn’t happy about Midnight’s death and I wanted to convey that, and so I went with my usual LOUD CAPSLOCK REACTION tone, but looking back on it I can see that it’s kind of a lot, lol.
so just to be clear, the “fuck you” stuff is almost entirely tongue-in-cheek. that’s on me, I forget sometimes that there are people who share these sentiments unironically and so I didn’t think to make sure my intended meaning here was clear. anyways, killing Midnight was still a really problematic decision for numerous reasons but it is what it is. Horikoshi is not perfect, the story isn’t perfect, and I’m not gonna pretend like it is, but again just to be clear, I don’t harbor any actual ill will toward Horikoshi here.)
shit. and wow this man really went and killed off fucking Mystic too on top of that. have you ever seen a character fail so spectacularly at living up to their hype. r.i.p. Mystic you were like the Star Wars sequel of characters
(ETA: I have no fucking idea why I keep thinking Majestic’s name is Mystic lol. rest in peace you old scarecrowy bastard.)
and poor Momo, though. fuck. lost two mentors in a single day. and do not even get me started on Aizawa holy shit
so now we’re cutting to some random townspeople who are gossiping about the Todoroki drama. this is actually interesting in spite of my newfound determination to hate this chapter lol
ngl I am kind of heartened to see that not everyone fell for Dabi’s bs hook line and sinker though. Jeanist returning from the dead literally two seconds after Dabi was all “I SWEAR ON MY HONOR AS A VILLAIN THAT HAWKS MURDERED HIM” probably helped with that a bit! but there will doubtless be many other people who do believe him, or are at least still inclined to side-eye the heroes in general either way given how much they sucked in this arc. very, very interesting
so it seems though that even more than the whole Endeavor reveal, at the end of the day it’s going to be the heroes failing to live up to their end of the “put your faith in us and let us use our quirks and in return we’ll protect everyone and keep them safe” implied social contract that’s going to have the biggest impact on people’s opinions moving forward. basically this was always going to be a disaster no matter what
OH MY GOD FINALLY AHHHHH
Horikoshi really tapped into some of the real-life political energy of the past few years huh. Fuck Him Still for killing off Midnight, but I will admit that so far this is hella intriguing and I am really, really curious to see where things go from here
OH MY GOD THE LITTLE KIDS FROM THE BABYSITTING ARC
“FIVE PEEPEE MAN WOULDN’T LIE TO US” YES CHILDREN YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. at least the little ones still have faith
UM
( •̀ へ •́ )
that’s great. that’s really keen. all we need right now, amirite
GOOD FOR YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT
let’s just wait for him to explain what he feels. you know he likes to drag it out
is that Dabi crouched down there next to Spinner? looks like they got him out of the marble after all. but why has his hair changed colors again lol what
anyways. your turn to what??
:’) excuse me what
hahahaha are you fucking kidding me. and that’s where we’re going to end the chapter then. lol okay
so let’s recap. Midnight died. we spent ten hours watching Ochako dig people out of rubble for no apparent reason and were then introduced to my new least favorite character, and because Ochako is so nice she didn’t even punch him in the face even though she really should have. we did not get any Kacchan or Shouto. we got one panel of Deku, who is Finally Asleep. and the chapter ended with AFO ordering his Noumus to go set free, AND I QUOTE, HIS “MAIN BODY.” and now I gotta wait an entire week for Caleb’s translation to confirm that last part. omg
but it sounds like a prison break is imminent, which is very, very interesting. ...and actually, is it weird that I’m actually rooting for it to be a success? I have no idea what this guy is planning, but I do know that as long as the main part of his soul is still residing in Tomura’s body, Tomura’s chance of surviving the series is close to zero. and villain though he may be, I’m still rooting for his redemption (nice to have Deku on my side now too), and so yeah. so like if AFO feels like using some latent Exorcism Quirk or something that he’s been saving for just such an occasion, be my guest lol
meanwhile this doesn’t bode well for All Might though. or anyone else aside from Tomura, really. shiiiit
anyway. [slaps roof of chapter] this baby can fit so much bullshit in it
#bnha 296#midnight (bnha)#uraraka ochako#all for one#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#sorry this took so long to post lol#I really need to learn to add an extra 2-3 hours to any time-sensitive estimates I make#anyways
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Given what's happened so far in the Monster Association battle, who deserves a promotion?
An interesting question that in retrospect needs a meatier answer. Deserving one and getting one are two very different things. Let's put them into a few categories.
The Strike Force
Deserves one, but won't get one:
- Tatsumaki. Not because they don't want to promote her, but because she's got nowhere to be promoted to. The Hero Association is going to have to find some other way to reward her.
- Silverfang. He's on his way out.
- Lightspeed Flash. He got such bad luck! By rights, he should be riding high on the back of defeating the ninja duo, but what with them being resurrected behind his back and apprehended by Child Emperor, he'll get no credit. Being thrashed by Garou after running his mouth won't have helped.
- Iaian. He has proved himself as an exceptionally capable fighter, fantastic hero in saving the mercenaries, and unusually for a hero, a good leader to boot. Sadly, with Amai Mask camping A-1, he has nowhere to go.
sadly, not all who work hard will be rewarded
Deserves one and is likely to get one:
- Blizzard of Hell. For going over and above in showing up regardless of being stood down, for stopping Demon Cyborg from blowing up, thus averting an even larger disaster, for healing Tank Top Master of his most critical wounds, and for her role in apprehending Psykos (if that happens in the manga). Shame she kept camping the top of B-Class: all they can offer her is the bottom of A-Class.
- Caped Baldy. For actually taking out Garou.
- Metal Bat and Tank Top Master. For their dedication in leaving the hospital to come help, for their critical assistance where needed and for which assistance they gave generously and at great cost to themselves. The fact that each has been highly inspiring to others in their own way also helps.
- Demon Cyborg. If we're talking going over and above duty, no one did that better than Demon Cyborg. Coming powerfully through for people again and again where he was most needed and showing capability far beyond what anyone would have expected, this guy is a star.
Z- Child Emperor. His resourcefulness and leadership skill have been tested as never before and he has come good. High as the expectations the Hero Association had for him were, he has exceeded them.
- Pig God. A great and solid hero, no pun intended. Saved people the other heroes would have had no way to reach, bringing them all the way to safety, then went straight back into battle.
-Spring Mustachio. He's tried to stay low in the A Class because of the unusually destructive nature of his style, but he's come out in a big way on the battlefield with his exceptional courage under fire.
- Drive Knight. His credentials as a powerful fighter are not in doubt: defeating Nyan in single combat and assisting in the defeat of Psykos-Orochi are proof of that. But with his worrying comments to Sekingar and his absconding from the battlefield as soon as Tatsumaki dropped the barrier, if they do promote him it won't be by much. On balance, they might just keep him where he is.
Doesn't deserve one, but it likely to get one:
- Atomic Samurai. It's not been a good day at the office, but he's almost certainly going to get one, if only because with Silverfang gone, he's the next most senior skilled fighter.
- King. I love him, but he's just there. He's going to get that promotion anyway.
- Zombieman. This is borderline for me. He'll get the credit for killing Homeless Emperor, and Child Emperor's recommendation will count for a lot but when you actually get your hands on the hobo, he's really not much cop.
Doesn't deserve one, and won't get one:
- Superalloy Darkshine. Really not a good day at the office. Of course, he's going to quit so it's a moot point.
- Puri Puri Prisoner. I feel bad for this guy. He *has* worked hard and been a credit, but with so much competition, he's just going to be overshadowed.
- Amai Mask. He hasn't exactly covered himself in glory here and his broadcast gibbering in terror won't have impressed anyone.
- Watchdogman
- Metal Knight
- Blast. Who? Also, he's at the very top, there's no up.
Rankings (taking into account resignations)
Class S
Blast
Tornado of Terror
Atomic Samurai
King
Zombieman
Pig God
Drive Knight
Demon Cyborg
Lightspeed Flash (boy will he be mad)
Metal Knight
Tank Top Master
Watchdogman
Puri Puri Prisoner
Class A
Amai Mask
Iaian
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10. Spring Mustachio
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39. Caped Baldy
40. Blizzard of Hell (you snooze, you lose)
Support Heroes
Thanks to Needlestar, everyone is going to get a promotion. It's just a question of how good it's going to be.
Likely to be grinning at the size of it: Captain Mizuki, Gearsper, Green, and Feather have all done fantastically in both comportment and performance.
Not too displeased: Needlestar, Crescent Eyebroll, One-Shotter, Twin Tail, Shadowring, Double Hole.
Probably not what they hoped for: Narcisstoic (although to be fair his expectations are likely to be very high), Food Battler Futoshi, Jet Nice Guy, Monster Roper Shell, and Poison.
Those Who Gave Up Their Beds
All these brave, wonderful crazy heroes who discharged themselves from hospital for the purpose of saving hundreds of lives when no help would be able to arrive for hours. They're all going to get a 1 - 2 place bump.
The promotion discussions are going to be super-interesting! There's not much in it between heroes so a lot of decisions are going to be made on what can be attributed to them, which doesn't always correspond to their efforts.
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By the king’s hand 🐍 XI
Warnings: noncon/rape, forced oral, violence, mentions of pregnancy.
This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You’re journey is perilous.
Note: Thanks everyone for being so enthused about this fic. I love Loki! And I’m glad to be back on it.
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You weren’t certain when but you were taken from the cellar in the dead of night. You barely stood on your own as Magnus uncovered a cart of barrels reaking of ale and snarled for you to lay in the space between them. The prince, shrouded in a grey cloak, helped you up and tossed the same smelly blanket over you. You shivered as snowflakes gathered in the creases of the wool and your patchy tunic and loose trousers offered little shield from the cold.
You had missed the first snowfall. It brought back hazy memories. A girl you once knew, Gilla, and her hand-sewn boots kicking through the powder. You curled up on your side and held your stomach. You were still in disbelief and as it were, the men were undeterred by your change. That life you had before seemed further and further away.
“Keep quiet, pet,” Thor girded as he gripped your ankle through the blanket, “I’ve given my leave to keep you silent in any way necessary.” He squeezed until you looked at him through the bleak, moonless dark, “Think of the child.”
You uttered some instinctual acquiescence and dropped your head. Your teeth chattered and you were shrouded entirely as the wagon was covered once more. You heard their voices, hushed and hard to decipher as they moved around the cart.
“He knows…. cannot say…” the words swirled behind your closed eyes. It was the first you’d laid down in what they claimed was weeks. You were so very tired. “Short rests… old roads…”
You felt the cart shift under a sudden weight and a horse nickered as its heavy hoof stamped the snow. A slap on its hind and a final word from the prince, a grunt in return from the deceptive guard, and the wheels jolted into motion. You were lulled by the movement, the soft rumble of the wood beneath you. You drifted off in the eerie silence of the city as you were secreted between the kegs.
Your dreams were distant and dull, tinted by the sounds around you. The grind of the axle, the occasional grumble of your driver, the spitting of the trotting horse, the muffled slosh of ale beside you. When you woke, you were as cold as before and you rolled onto your back as the chain between your shackles stretched across your middle. The cover glowed with daylight and you heard the stirring of the winter time critters who had not retreated to a seasonal sleep.
You slipped in and out of consciousness. You were awoken once by your keeper, he tossed you a heel of bread and a stein of milk as he took his own meal at the foot of the cart. He didn’t share the cheese or dried meat from his pack. Your stomach growled greedily as you devoured your rations and laid back down.
The wagon bounced along the winding roads, you didn’t know where you were headed. You were rocked by the uneven ground and pondered slipping out from beneath the cover and absconding through the snow. You had no boots however, only cloth wrapped around your feet. And you were weak, so weak.
As it grew dark again, the cart slowed and stilled. You didn’t move as Magnus jumped down and caused the wagon to shake as he did. He rounded to the tail and noisily tapped one of the kegs and you heard the first droplet spill into the snow. He filled his skin with the pungent alcohol and you listened to his thirsty and thick gulps. He replaced the stopper and belched as he crawled up beneath the leather cover.
He nudged you over until there was space for him. He pushed the blanket away from your hips as you rolled onto your side. You reached, clumsily as the chain caught your wrist, and tried to pull the wool back over you. He smacked your hand and hooked his fingers under the top of your trousers.
“It’s fuckin’ cold,” he growled as he pushed the trousers to your ankles with his toe. “Need to warm up, eh.”
You sniffed and squeezed your eyes shut. His scent surrounded you, his warmth too as he pressed against you from behind. He shoved his arm under you and wrapped it around your neck, the thick muscles forcing your head up against his shoulder. He opened his breeches impatiently and wiggled his cock free behind you.
He was rough as he felt around your ass, kneading you roughly as he lingered at your ring. He pushed his thumb against your asshole but snorted and slid his hand further between your thighs. He prodded blindly against your entrance, poking you painfully several times before sinking into you. You whined and his arm tightened around your neck.
“Shut up, bitch,” he moved his hips between his gristled breaths, “Stubborn… think you’d learned by now.”
His intrusion was painful and your body aided little as you were mostly dry. Your walls burned around his thick member and you arched against him to ease the fullness. He breathed into your scalp as he pleasured himself in your pain.
He stopped and trembled. He brought his other arm around your stomach and rolled onto his back, taking you with him as he lifted you atop him. You groaned in pain as your hips ached and he grabbed your knees, bending your legs as he planted his feet and angled himself beneath you.
The trousers fell away from your left angle as he splayed you and rutted into you from below. You clamped your lips shut as you tried not to cry out. You clutched your hand over your chest as he moved your body against his.
“A cunt. That’s all you are.” He hissed, “You think the king fucking cares about you or that pathetic whelp. He’ll find another whore; a prettier whore.”
You bit your lip as your chest swelled. You couldn’t deny his words and couldn’t say you ever thought Loki wanted you for anything besides his own whims, but it only made your circumstance more torturous. From one man to the next, you were a slab of flesh to be twisted and molded to their use.
His hand slipped from your leg and he pushed it against your cunt. He spread your folds as he hammered into you, holding in grunts that nestled in his chest. He lifted his hand and slapped your pussy so that it stung. The sound of the slap made you gasp and he did it again.
“That’s it, bitch,” he snarled, “Make me cum.”
You whimpered as he continued to slap you, your clit reverberating with each strike. His heart pounded as he finally held his hand between your legs and curled his fingers into your flesh, framing his cock as it slid in and out of you.
“You’ll be filled with me by the time we arrive,” he sneered and spasmed as his voice fizzled with his climax. “Shit!”
You felt his hot seed burst inside of you and he let himself down as his legs slid straight. He panted heavily and pinched your thigh gruffly. He pulled out of you and played with his cum as it dripped out of you. He spread it up your cunt and wiped his fingers on your tunic. He hummed and shoved you off of him.
“Clean me up,” he grabbed the back of your neck and forced you up. “I can’t sleep like this.”
Reluctantly, you moved down, keeping low under the leather shroud, and bent over him. You rested your shackled hands on his hip and gripped him tentatively. You took him in your mouth and held back a gag at the taste of him. You glided up and down his length a few times before you drew away. Content, he waved you off and tucked himself back into his breeches.
“Now lay the fuck down,” he pulled you down by the back of your tunic. “I’m fucking tired.”
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You were once more roused by the motion of the wheels. The snow crunched beneath them and you were once more huddled and freezing beneath your meagre blanket. You listened to the horse and the silence of the white plains around you; at least you imagined they were plains. Perhaps there were trees, tall sentinels to witness your fate.
You sat up as far as you could and leaned against a keg. You felt sick again. The tunic rubbed uncomfortably against your tender breasts and you felt around for the oat biscuit you’d saved from your last meal. You chewed on it but nearly choked as the wagon suddenly lurched.
The cart veered and you listened. It was some time before the sound of hooves came clearer as they stamped across the snow. You heard the howl of hounds and the voices of men. Your driver swore and the cart halted all together.
You felt his weight leave the vehicle and heard the whisper of metal. Snap, snap, the leather broke easily against the blade. The horse whinnied in panic and Magnus demanded that it run. The horse obeyed and the wind whistled around the sword as you tried to imagine the scene. The crack of steel against steel and the cry of an unseen man.
Your captor’s flight was impeded but not entirely as you heard your accosters call for him to be caught. The hooves continued, fading into the puffs of powder. You braced yourself and buried your face in your hands. A party of thieves would find you and what worse could they do? A new prison, a new sentence.
You rocked back and forth. Perhaps they might kill you. That was the only swift escape. You listened as low orders were exchanged outside and footsteps neared the end of the cart. You didn’t look as the end of the cover was unstrapped and rolled up. Not even as the wood groaned beneath new weight.
Gentle fingers touched your shoulder. A soft voice startled you. Your name was spoken with a care which felt unreal. “It’s me.” The boy said and you raised your head. His rosy cheeks glowed beneath a wool cap that let out wisps of his carrot-coloured hair, “It’s Hal.”
You blinked as him numbly and grasped his hand without thinking. You squeezed to make certain he was real. He winced but did not pull away.
“We found you,” he said, “Come on. I must take you back.”
“Back?” You uttered and your stomach sank. “To the king?”
“Yes,” he rubbed your shoulder, “King Loki.”
“No, no, no,” you shook your head, “He will… he will be angry. He will think I ran. He will hurt me. He does hurt me. As they have.”
“The king is not angry,” Hal assured you, “He has fretted for weeks over you. And when he has caught up to his treacherous guard, he will make certain he suffers for his crimes.”
“He… what do you mean?”
“The king is in pursuit of Magnus right now. He bid me find you so that he might catch his betrayer first and bring him to justice.” Hal trailed his hand down your arm and took yours from beneath the wool blanket, “Come. We must get you warm. You are freezing.”
You sniffed and let him guide you to the end of the cart. You kept the blanket around you and an armored man approached. You winced. Hal stopped you from stepping down into the snow. He bid the guard get another blanket and ordered another to stoke a fire. A pit was made close by as two of the guards attached their own horses in place of the one taken by their quarry.
“I will remain with you,” Hal said as a kettle was hung on a makeshift spit over the fire. “Once you’ve something warm in you, we are to move to Alfres Castle and the king shall find us their.”
Just a boy, you thought, but he was a comfort nonetheless. You’d never thought to meet him again but there he was. You nodded and accepted the second blanket. It was thicker and lined with lambskin. You hugged it to you and rested your chin against it. You were heartened to no longer be trapped in Magnus’ grasp but you feared your return to Loki’s.
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The castle was only an hour’s ride from where the king’s party found you. Upon your arrival, you were ushered inside and more guards stood by the castle’s gate and doors in expectation. Hal guided you through the halls and to a chamber at the top of a winding staircase. He lit the hearth and brought you a basin and cloth to wash. He left a clean dress, this one with full length sleeves and skirts.
He returned, when you were clean and dressed, with a platter of food. You ate without hesitation and found yourself painfully full. You sat close to the fire, unable to shake the chill of your days spent in the cellar and then in the back of the wagon. You sat in silence but the boy didn’t seem to mind.
“You don’t have to stay,” you said, “I recall the king did not like me speaking with you.”
“The king told me to remain close until he has returned,” Hal shrugged. “If he takes issue, I will make certain it is with me.”
You watched him thoughtfully. “You are brave.” You said.
“Am I?” He wondered. “I don’t think so. I am obedient.”
You chewed your lip and looked away. “Well, I think so.” You muttered.
“You should lay down. I can bring a hot brick to warm your feet.” He offered. “The king might not be back until the morning.”
“What will he do… to-- to--” You quivered and hugged yourself to keep from shaking. Your thighs ached as you thought of the night before; of those which had marked the last month of torment.
“He will kill him.” Hal said coldly. “And better for it. I never did trust that brute.”
You stayed silent as you raised your head. The boy watched you and you saw the pity in his eyes.
“I followed him one night. I warned the king that Magnus was acting odd. He would be sent out to search for you and he’d returned with some lame excuse. So I went after him and found him sneaking beneath a butcher’s shop. I told his majesty but when he thought to look for himself, you were already gone.” Hal leaned forward and poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle you hadn’t touched. “Magnus didn’t return either. He gave himself away.”
He sat back and drank. He winced at the taste and frowned into the cup. “Huh, I always thought wine would be sweet.”
“What would you have done if he had caught you?”
“Well, I’d probably be dead,” he set aside the cup. “I didn’t think of it though I should have.”
“And the king… why did he want to find me? Was he not mad? Surely, he thought I had fled.” You urged.
“He did. At first. I did, too.” He stood and sighed, “I wouldn’t worry for what he thought before. You should sleep. I will have the warmer brought up and you will rest.”
“And will you?” You countered. “You’ve done much today.”
“For a short time, I think,” he smiled. “Your questions do make me rather sleepy.”
He laughed at his own quip and you let out a weak chuckle. His boyish humour amused you as it broke through the veneer he fought hard to keep up.
“Thank you, Hal.” You slowly stood from the chair.
He bowed his head and strode to the door. He left you to the crackling of the wire and the winter gales blowing against the shuttered windows. You went to the bed and hid beneath the covers. You never wanted to move from there. Ever.
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Through your deep slumber, coaxed by the warmth of the fire and the blankets around you, you heard the door. Soft footsteps moved around the room, brighter than when you’d dozed off, and distant movements flitted with the shadows. A log clacked into the hearth and the flames lit the space as your lashes fluttered sleepily.
You felt a figure sit on the edge of the bed and a hand rubbed your arm through the layers of blankets. You murmured and rolled onto your back as you gazed up at your new visitor. Loki’s face was serious and sombre. There was a hint of pink at the tip of his nose and along his cheeks. He had just come in from the cold.
“I have failed. Both of us.” He said. “Magnus cannot be found.”
You pushed your arm from beneath the covers and grasped his wrist. “Magnus…” you said weakly, “And…”
“Shhh,” he hushed. “You are tired. I am too.”
He squeezed your shoulder and stood, your arm falling as he drew away from your touch. You watched him as he removed his tunic, then his breeches. He kept his undershorts on as he stretched before the fire and basked in its glow for only a moment. He retreated from the hearth and disappeared around the other side of the bed.
He pulled up the corner of the covers and slid beneath. He sidled closer to you. He seemed hesitant as he turned on his side and watched you. You closed your eyes as your uncertainty made your nerves wild.
“You didn’t run?” He asked at last.
You opened one eye and looked at him. You shook your head and closed your eye again. “Not from you,” you croaked.
“Yes, my brother and his games,” he said. “I will make certain he never plays one with you again.”
Your lips parted. Your nose crinkled. Did he not know? You wondered if you should say something. Surely, he must have caught on.
“Thor,” you said quietly.
“Yes, Thor,” He confirmed as if you were dull. “Such a pest but I must put up with it.”
He shifted closer and carefully pushed his arm over you. He let it down gently and went rigid as it settled across your stomach. He pulled back and spread his long fingers over your middle. He sucked in a sharp breath and retracted his hand as he pushed himself to sit up. He pulled the blanket away from your torso.
Your eyes snapped open. He stared at your stomach as you crossed your arms over it and tried to hide. He caught your arm and pulled it down to your side. His eyes flicked up to yours.
“You’re…” He looked down and you saw the calculation on his brow, “It must be…”
You nodded. “Yours.”
He went quiet and slowly lowered himself beside you once more. He nestled close and drew the blankets back up over your bodies. He hugged you to him as the heat of his flesh seeped into you.
“I will find Magnus and I will make him beg for death,” he said.
You gulped as his fingers swirled over your stomach. “You’re not angry with me?” You asked.
“Perhaps for not telling me when I did come in,” he said, “But for your condition, no.”
“I…” You began but could not figure what to say.
“Sleep,” he bid. “It is a concern for tomorrow.”
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Loki stirred as a knock came at the door. A pounding that frightened you and had you sitting up in terror. The king waved you back down as he took a robe from a hook and wrapped himself in the dark fabric. He went to the door and opened it with a grumble, asking who it was.
“Brother,” Thor’s voice made your blood cold. You pulled up the covers as if to hide beneath them. “We looked all night. He is nowhere to be found.”
“Mmm,” Loki huffed, “Well, come in.”
He beckoned the prince inside and you only watched their shadows as you dared not move. You felt eyes upon you but didn’t look back. Loki went to the hearth and poked the embers with the long iron. He added a quarter log and stepped away.
“You haven’t an idea of his direction?” Loki asked.
“North.” Thor said plainly. “I can only assume he’s headed for a port. His only hope is to be away from the country.”
“As if I will not sniff him out,” Loki spat and a chair scraped on the stone floor. You heard his deep and angry breaths. “She is in condition. He endangered royal issue. He is a traitor.”
Thor cleared his throat and sat too. “And she is… far? You are certain--”
“A woman does not show after a month and she is growing.” Loki rebuffed.
“Only a bastard,” Thor remarked, “That is trouble itself.”
“A bastard. Illegitimate. My betrothed needn’t worry her precious royal cunt.” Loki slithered. “And you are not one to lecture me on marital loyalty. How are Lady Jane and your new daughter?”
“Healthy. She expects she might be ready to visit court in the spring.” Thor said.
“Ah, and ruin your fun?” Loki taunted. “The baker’s daughter isn’t very subtle.”
“Oh, but she is fun,” Thor chortled. “I give her a pretty bauble and she’s got me in her mouth as she wears it ‘round her throat.”
“Perhaps my bastard might have a friend of similar bearing,” Loki mused.
“She is cautious. She says her father would murder her.” Thor returned. “And if it came to it, how could I know it was mine? These peasants… you cannot say where they lay.”
“Mmhmm,” Loki tutted, “I suppose you are right.”
“Well, brother,” Thor stood, “Speaking of the wife, am I permitted to depart now?”
“My men will continue the search. I did promise you a respite.” Loki said, “I will see you back in the capital.”
“After Wintertide,” Thor affirmed, “Jane would have my balls if I was not home for the occasion. Not now with the little one.”
“Very well. Away before this snow has us all trapped.” Loki trilled.
The door opened and closed. The hinges made your blood boil and your spine rigid. You sat up and stared at the door. You were in a trance. Horror bubbled in your veins.
“L-L-Loki,” you said the king’s name without thinking; no title, no courtesies, but pure fear as you gripped the covers in your fists. “He--He--- Your brother---”
“Does think me stupid.” Loki rose and came to you. He coaxed you back down and unknotted your hand from around the quilt. “He did not find Magnus because that little shit would tell it all in an instant if he thought it would save his own head.” Loki growled as he twined his fingers through yours. “I know everything, mouse, but one rat at a time.”
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How Fox Met His Wife
How Fox Met His Wife
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Fox x Female Reader
Part 1 of 6
You watched as your best friend, Detective Holtz, squatted in an attempt to get her hair clip off the floor. She’d been adjusting her hair, twisting it into a tighter style and had dropped it.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to get it for you?” You ask for the 3rd time.
“No no, I can do this! I did it this morning.” She assured you, eventually managing to get the clip with her finger tips.
“Aha! Success!!” Holtz declared victoriously, straightening and waddling back to her desk. She was currently 7 months pregnant with her and her husband’s first child. You knew it had been an ordeal for them to conceive. You were happy your best friend since the Police Academy was finally going to be a mom.
“Nice socks.” You joked, noticing she was walking back to her desk without shoes. Her socks were two very different colors: one solid pink, the other grey and white stripes.
“Hey, I’m just proud I got them on myself this morning!” Holtz noted.
“Kix isn’t back?” You asked, concerned. You thought she had said he’d be back from deployment yesterday.
“Oh no, he is. He got back yesterday early evening. But I let him sleep in this morning.” Holtz explain, balancing a cup of little chocolate candies on her stomach.
“Oh, you two had a late night catching up right?” You implied, wiggling your eyebrows.
“Well we’d started to get frisky, but the mattress was just extra comfortable last night. He was running on 4 hours of sleep for the past 4 days, and my feet were so swollen.” Holtz shrugged.
“Tonight though!! We will both make up for lost time!” Your friend announced.
Your comm dinged and you noticed the call was coming from the prison not too far away.
“Please tell me my suspect is here!” You answered.
“Affirmative Ma’am. Commander Fox and Commander Thire will be escorting him over soon.” Commander Stone replied. You’d gotten good at telling the difference between the clones, ever since Holtz had started dating and married Kix, the clone medic.
“Holy Kriff you are awesome. Thanks!” You replied, ending the call.
“You’re suspect is here?” Holtz inquired.
“Yup! A Commander Thire and a Commander Fox are bringing him over soon.”
“Ohhhh giiirrrll, Fox is single!” Holtz announced, putting away her snack. You rolled your eyes and went to prepare your evidence file for the interrogation.
You returned from the evidence room with the copies you needed to see that Kix had arrived to pick up his wife. You watched the two blatantly flirt, Holtz looking dreamily up at her husband who grinned down at her as he leaned on the counter near her desk. They were so sappy but you loved them.
“Oh babe, have you seen my slippers, i couldn’t find them this morning.” Kix asked. Your friend moved her leg up as much as her pregnant stomach would allow.
“I’m showing them to you now but you can’t see them.” She grunted, Kix looked around the counter and laughed to see his wife had absconded with his slippers.
“The shoes just weren’t going on this morning and your slippers were just so much more comfy.” She explained, getting to her feet with a sigh.
“You headed out for the rest of the day?” Farns asked.
“Yup, Lamaze class, then ultrasound, and the then food and a nap.” Holtz replied. She looked at you and gave you finger guns.
“You got this! Fox is single!”
“What?” Kix asked, pausing from feeling his child kick around in his wife’s stomach.
“I’m trying to let her know important information. And don’t reward that kid for kicking me all day!” You scolded. Kix laughed and you watched a spot on the side of your friend’s stomach flex outwards.
“Oh that was his foot!” Kix smirked.
You watched your friend and her husband leave the office. You had been thinking about letting Holtz set you up with a single guy, but the idea of falling for someone who left all the time scared you. You’d spent many nights staying at your friend’s apartment while Kix was away, comforting her when he had missed check-ins (which rarely ever happened with him). You’d watch her watch the holonet news broadcasts whenever they discussed the war, watching her worried face. But Kix always came back. Just like he promised every time he left. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad.
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Then there was the matter of the mandrake, which Merlin had found on a scientific excursion, and wanted to gather. This, Morgana learnt, was a complicated matter, and a dozen and more bored men-at-arms, knights, and Arthur, followed him into the wood to witness it.
Firstly, it had to be done at night, so that the shining of a lantern lit and enflamed the head of it; and then the area all round had to be marked with an iron tool, which prevented it fleeing.
“It can run away?” Morgana asked, looking down at the innocuous thing in the lamplight, quite like any other plant she had seen.
“So I’ve read, and I’m not risking it.”
Then as the trowel slowly unearthed, bit by bit, the glowing head, coiffed rather like Arthur’s in the morning, Morgana saw that under the lambent fronds was a sort of humanish outline; humanish because it had all the requisite shapes, but structured from root. As Merlin dug, the thing stood up out of the earth like a child; and Morgana heard not a few large men draw back from the audience.
“All right,” Merlin said, holding his tongue so that it hung out one side of his mouth in the grip of his teeth, and helped him concentrate. “Now, this is the tricky bit.” And he bound what looked to be the thing’s hands and feet, and called forward Percival, who had a hound on a leash, and beamed to be part of the performance. “So, Percival, you take the other end of the rope here on the mandrake, and fasten it round the dog’s neck, yeah, like so, and then we throw the meat in front of him, far enough that he can’t reach it without pulling out the mandrake. And I have to be quick about grabbing it.”
“Why’s that?” Arthur demanded.
“Because it has great powers.”
“What sort of great powers?”
“I dunno; my book didn’t elaborate. I’ll just do it quick, and then we won’t have to find out.”
So the meat was flung, and the dog scrabbled after it, and the spindly limbs in soft earth came loose with the dog none the wiser; and now as Merlin lunged and seized on the mandrake, it let out a howl as if he had wounded it. And Merlin yelled, and dropped it. The little foot which had been bound to the rope had come off in the struggle; so that the maimed thing now flailed about underfoot, screaming horrifically. Several men echoed it. Arthur drew his sword, and shoved Merlin into a tree. “Ow!”
“Get back, you idiot!” he shouted, and entered the fight in his usual manner, by flinging himself at the thing which he thought might kill him, as if it couldn’t. The screaming was wretched; it was only a plant, but there was a soul trying to get out of it.
It was only lying there hollering whilst Arthur circled it; but Morgana, spurred by the screaming, pricked by the feeling one naturally gets, in the dead of night, in the company of a shrieking weed, seeing that it was too close to him, seeing that whatever it was planning to do, it would do to him first, charged forward, and stomped the hell out of it. There was afterward something of an awkward silence. Arthur still had his sword out. Many large men, many feet away, sidled in stealthily, trying not to show they had been gone. And Merlin, picking up the silent, limp thing, tried to squeeze out the juice from the head. It gave up those few sad drops which Morgana had not trampled out of it.
“I had it, you know,” Arthur announced, sheathing his sword.
Where there is boredom there is mischief; and there was plenty of it now. Whilst the sea called monotonously on the cliffs, and the rain turned to snow, and the snow back to rain, whilst the whole shabby month succeeded in nothing so much as making a nuisance of itself, those human prisoners of it proceeded in kind. These men who had conducted themselves like good, proper adults in the fields, now made as if they were children. Numerous items, of numerous importance, went missing or were modified; and some books in the solar fell victim to the grave affliction of having penises drawn in them. Gwaine and Percival were caught hanging a lord by his ankles over the battlements, for reasons which some ale had assured them was genius; and at supper several pheasants stood up and waggled off their trenchers, whilst Merlin looked round as if to see who had done it. There was a minstrel, very poor at his job, discovered by the chamberlain in the pleasure garden, naked and bound, with his rote absconded by protesters; and even lovely, innocent Gwen, was guilty of conspiracy to commit stupidity, by helping the boys move all the furniture from the great hall to the lawn. And there was the accomplishment, quite out of the league of these other, pettier enterprises, which some unknown intellectual achieved in replacing all of Arthur’s wardrobe with a woman’s.
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