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determined-magi · 5 years

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The mood hadn’t gotten any better...

Even after they had managed to at least make one point, and get the bickering noble and prince stop, the tension had only gotten worse. None really spoke to one another if not for the formalities needed in regards of their movements to take, and reports to dwelve upon...

Their soldiers didn’t do anything to change it, wary of consecuences.

A saddening sight, for the few of them who were no mercenaries. If not worrying to see, and a place to bury deep in them doubt, and a hesitation for their own loyalty to those leading. An understandable reason, and a more than a sane action to take... if it weren’t that they would likely be backstabbed for trying.

And so they to march, silent, as the others. Eyes gazing to those who too saw what unfolded. They broke files to be among those they found most comfort with, even when frowned upon by their own, a natural reaction. Little did it help, but when things seemed to not get better, it was what kept them together... much like it had done before to them... if only it could still. They speak at times, comments on their actions become less and less heard, lest they be caught making critiscism of their own lords by wrong ears, or the lords themselves...

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by them too, it hurts them. But... it soon enough begins to become a bitter feeling, they were trying, did they see it not? They weren’t letting anything between them, anything bothering them, be vented down or taken on them, no... they were doing all to not take their stress off on others, it angered them somewhere deep down. Their own people, of all of them... it felt like a dagger, a knife in their back, but they had to remain, otherwise it would be another lost battle. One they could not afford to lose right now.

They had chosen to visit their families, in hope of it helping... it had been a while since they had not seen, and another since they had spoken through letters. They had chosen not to for a time now, in care of keeping their location hidden. A painfully stressing task, more so when the spy who spoke of their well being kept an inconsistent schedule of visits...

They miss them, their warmth... the hum of their souls. It was of the few things keeping them, along their goal to stop their own kingdom from bringing pain and despair to an undeserving race. Their bloodlines did not deserve the world they would be brought unto, no... But how to stop it? What can they do? One had stoked fires the others knew they wouldn’t be able to put down easily. How to keep them safe? How....

...

No...

That stench in the air, smoke and ash...

They had cleaned themselves from it, even if the stains had not left entirely, the smell was too strong, no... this was from somewhere else. Eyes grow wide in fear, in realization. Instinctively seven reach toward one another, urgency filling their hearts as a single spell is cast and an alarm is sound. People soon enough suit and ready their tools, few remaining behind to carry and watch over camp equipment and items, the rest marching quickly. Seven moving the fastest, six desperate souls clinging for dear life, a beacon of light greets them, gold and copper like a dying sunset, but it was no such thing... no, nor did the smell give ease to their mind. The prince doesn’t need to look to them, he can feel their minds, hoping, praying it wasn’t real, asking what had gone wrong... denial...

As expected, they arrive first, they leave a cancelling spell to the time distortion cast on their own soldiers upon reaching the entrance.

Smoke and ash greet them, along the smell of a variety of burning things, flesh, wood, food, metals... everything. The fight long since gone, but its aftermatch still fresh, through enhanced senses they could hear it, cries... the hollering, moaning of survivors, the agony of few clingling dearly to life, the wheezing of few losing. Their grips tighten deeply, harshly upon their weapons. They recognize particular voices, between grieving and pain... they rush without thought, driven only by the single urge to find them...

six falter upon the final step is taken...

They are among piles and piles of corpses, soldiers and civilians alike rounding in search of loved ones, in watch to keep the dead respected and safe from whatever wave that could come again. Heads snap towards them. Their gazes going for seeing their presence as a blessing to a mocking of the help they did not get in time, they could tell. They even their breath, or try to as they gaze upon failure, upon the dead... They can’t blame them... How? How had this happened? Eyes furtively search for their own, mind still crying to search their bloodlines, ignoring whatever words are spoken to them... they had to find them, they could hear them, they had to... please let the silent ones not be as they fear, let their silence be not that. Enough had happened, please... Oh gods, please have some mercy upon them, if not they, let their bloodlines be saved from it. They can’t-...

They freeze upon finding them, all together... Some with their gazes lost, broken... tense as they take seat. Most show sign of fighting, of battling for survival as eyes stare towards the same directions, one they follow. One that breaks the firm grip of their weapons, and has them feeling weak, each step harder to take towards lumps covered in what few fabrics were left, what few things they could use to keep them from seeing those under them, and the damange left. The prince watches silently, gaze lost as well, thoughts riddling his head as grief claws at him from their links. Guilty and regret coming to bite him the hardest, for once...

Legs fail them, and he watches as six fall right besides sibblings, by parents, by familiars and friends alike. Hands reach for covered heads, trembling, throaths tight and mubling a trembling attempt of words in a steady tone, breath shaking as in unison it grows in volume until its peak becomes a broken cry, a single hollering of grieving minds...

The prince doesn’t know how long he is there, how long he listen to their cries, or for how long he is lost in his mind. Pushing away what feelings he had, ignoring the noise surrounding him. This wasn’t his fault, was it? No... it couldn’t be. They had done everything to keep them safe... but then... then...

Damn it...

“ Your orders. “

“ Help check the ruins, prepare what you can, find resources to make carts to take them, and order the troups to escort them to the abandoned city by the mountains. They can’t stay here for much longer, there they will have better structural defenses. “

He takes seat near a burnt steam, gaze still lost, but now on the remains of his people. No... this was his fault. This is a blow he’ll admit, he’s... he’s been too bent on his own goals. Nay, he still is, he knows. The fires are the same consuming his heart, he knows... revenge was still something he dearly desired, he eagerly awaited. But now? Now he had to touch ground, this were his people, the only people he had that truly stood by. He was their king, and as such he had to ensure their safety, their future, vengance would be his in due time, it could wait, but they? Their existance was fragile, just as shown, it could not wait.

He listens with a half absent mind to the report, trying to think of ways in between grieaving minds, between guilt and regret. He would let himself feel what was due soon, he had to be their king. And right now, they needed new land to live at, more safe than this open place. The mountains would keep them well, no raid will be easier there, and through their people’s magic they will thrive as the future capitol... perhaps in time they will return to the sea of green, but now it was clear they could not live there.

He hums upon the finishing of the report... The Council....hm, they would have to deal with it, now. They have understimated them, he won’t do so again, nor will he delay their adressing any longer. It will be only them this time, however, their soldiers will remain among those who need potection, and help in settling to where they’ll go. It will be easy... yes, they may rise their numbers again, but such was a sacrifise he was willing to pay, Even if it only aids to their decay, they will give a blow strong enough to ensure they can’t pull it off again, not in a few years at the least if they are lucky. The other settlements will have it being an example, should they cross the line the same fate would await them, death and ruin for those who try to rise such. A fair punishment...

His head turns to the man, dimissing him with a single gesture, let him return to his family, tonight was a night to mourn, tomorrow would be a morn to bid farewell, a time to march to the east. And they to the own kin. He sighs... it won’t be long before bloodlust settles among them too, the loss of loved ones will not ease, not here, nor yet. They will too find themselves as he had been, he’ll have to find his way to use such to his advantage, now he had one... but it would not last long, that much he knew. And it won’t be enough, he knows, god he knows. They are a few levels away from the threshold, but even then he can feel the effects, no... their blood will only aid to the thrist of more. Ah, another terrible mistake of his... His brother had been right, he did indeed regret it soon enough... if only he had seen it...

Nay, he did see it... he did not care then. What a fool he was...

He stands, no time to dwelve indeed. His head moves towards another guard, asking for the wounded, at least he could do this one right. With that in mind, he walks as he listens their locations. He will see what he’ll do soon enough, the wounded do not wait, and every second could be the death of another.

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ylc1 · 7 years

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Fic Master List

I thought it was time to update my fic master list, because I’ve added a few fics and also because I think I’m really going to need to do comissions (it seems I understimated how much graduating was going to cost. Why are there so many fees, honestly?)

So, without further ado, enjoy!

Long term complications of arranged marriages

Myjohnlock, complete, 78800 words.

Summary: Originally, Mummy Holmes wanted to arrange a marriage for her younger son, not wanting him to be lonely. When Sherlock refused, Mycroft agreed to step in, which ended up with him marrying John Watson. Things worked well between them- until John met his brother-in-law.

Some personal notes on it: My first work for the fandom and I’m so ridiculously proud of it. I never actually intended for it to end the way it did, but boy was it a fun ride!

Additional notes: quite a lot of angst/hurt, conflicted feelings, more or less canon compliant. Ends more hopeful than happy.

Burned hearts

Johnlock, complete, 7300 words.

Summary: A retell from the scene at the pool in TGG, in which John is never revealed to be Moriarty’s hostage. Believing himself fooled, Sherlock goes through a bit of a meltdown.

Some personal notes on it: this idea came to me when I first watched TGG. I think that I could have expanded it so much more and make it even more angsty but well… I still like it.

Additional notes: angst, lots of self doubt, Sherlock doesn’t cope well, Mycroft and Greg are very concerned.

Pointless thoughts

Mystrade & Johnlock. First work of series, 10 works in the series, 102800 words overall. Complete.

Summary: Crown Prince Mycroft knows better than to show his affection for a man beneath his station. Sherlock is not quite as lucky and when the King finds out about his friendship with John, the later is sent away to his certain death. Devastated, the younger Prince awaits for death- until he finds he has something left to fight for and Mycroft finds himself fighting to protect his brother’s secret (and later his own)

Some personal notes: Pseudo historical settings are a weakness of mine. I was very pump up to work on this series and I enjoyed every second of it. Also, writing a whole fic from Mycroft’s POV was quite the experience (the main fic runs from his POV, the rest of the works run from Greg’s, Sherlock’s and John’s)

Additional notes: Royal AU, A/B/O dynamics, Mpreg and angst. Also a ridiculous amount of pining. Warnings for some dubcon in some of the works and a bit of Sheriarty.

Crush

Johncroft & Sherstrade, complete, 20000 words.

Summary: Sherlock has been nursing a crush on DI Greg Lestrade since they met. Of course the poor man has no clue whatsoever and somehow his newest friend, John Watson is stuck with the task of helping him win the other man over, all while attempting to deal with his own crush on the older Holmes.

Some personal notes: I started working on this in an attempt to get myself to work on the continuation of “Long term complications of arranged marriages”. Also, an attempt of humor, although I’m not sure how well it worked out.

Additional notes: attempted humor, silly situations, bit of rom com and perhaps a tad of angst here and there. Sort of canon compliant (if you ignore S3)

Apples and Oranges

Johnlock, complete, 600 words.

Summary: Kid Sherlock is attempting to figure out why would people like kissing. John helps.

Some personal notes: this was a fill in of a tumblr prompt. Just some kidlock fluff.

Additional notes: AU, kidlock, fluff.

Unexpected

Johnlock (side Mystrade and Irene/Kate), complete, 27600 words.

Summary: After a one night stand with his best friend, John is determined not to let things change between them. Except he’s now expecting a baby and finds himself in a bit of a mess.

Some personal notes: I mean- it’s the cliché of the clichés. Very rom com, but well… I enjoyed working on it very much.

Additional notes: A/B/O dynamics, Mpreg, attempted humor, rom com, misunderstandings, unplanned pregnancy, angst.

Unforeseen

Mystrade (side Johnlock), complete, 11500 words.

Summary: Mycroft’s family is convinced he and Greg would make a wonderful couple. Greg is willing, but Mycroft refuses to see sense.

Some personal notes: belongs in series with “Unexpected”, but it can pretty much stand on its own. A continuation of sorts, although the focus is definitely Greg’s and Mycroft’s relationship.

Additional notes: A/B/O dynamics, misunderstandings, humor & angst.

Long shot

Johnlock, complete, 44200 words.

Summary: Omega werewolf Sherlock is engaged to human Prince John, after having scared off his last suitor. It seems it might work out for the best though- at least until the Dark and Immortal wizard Moriarty rises again.

Some personal notes: when I write original fiction, I tend towards fantasy with a mix of romance. Indulging in my love for both genres was a joy. Also, this is my work with most kudos, so I guess it shows ;)

Additional notes: A/B/O dynamics, Mpreg, arranged marriage, angst, pining, misunderstandings, Jim being Jim (he’s the perfect fairytale villain, honestly)

Wildest dreams

Johnlock (although victorian), complete, 3800 words.

Summary: Watson puts an end to his relationship with Holmes, in order to marry Mary Morstan.

Some personal notes: have I told you how I love Taylor Swift’s songs? I had been trying to avoid writing this particular fic because I worried about my abilities to write something with such a strict historical setting, but I should probably have stopped listening to the song because it soon became too much :P

Additional notes: victorian (but a bit loosely I think), angst, pining, unhealthy coping mechanisms… HAPPY ENDING

Mistaken impressions

Johnlock, WIP (on hiatus?)

Summary: John is convinced his neighbor’s boyfriend is a jerk. He sort of is, but he’s actually Sherlock’s brother.

Some personal notes: I liked this idea, but as I started writing… I lost my way a bit. So now I’m a bit stuck with is, since I have no idea where exactly I want to go with it.

Additional notes: references to past abusive relationships, past drug addiction, unhealthy coping mechanisms, angst, drama, pining, MISUNDERSTANDINGS and some attempts of humor.

Hopeless

Johnlock, complete, 45800 words.

Summary: John’s a slave in Lord Magnussen’s household. When a new slave arrives and the Master takes a fancy on her (although it’s really him), John finds himself doing the best he can to protect him.

Some personal notes: this idea came to me in a dream. Which is why it’s far darker than my usual writings and also the reason for Trans Sherlock. I don’t like fighting my inspiration and well… I went with it, even if it added another layer of complications to this particular fic.

Additional notes: trans character, misgendering, implied/referenced noncon (although there’s nothing explicit), underage (it’s never explicitly stated, but Sherlock is 14 when the fic starts), slavery, sexual slavery, very dark, very angsty, mentions of violence, murder and abuse. I intend for it to have a happy/hopeful ending, though!

Home for Christmas

Johnlock, complete, 8500 words.

Summary: When Mycroft Holmes informs his family he’s bringing along a friend for Christmas, the household is thrown into utter chaos: Mummy Holmes is delighted, of course and Mr. Holmes is just baffled. Sherlock, however, is determined to figure out what is his brother up to. Mycroft doesn’t do friendships, let alone relationships, so who is this mysterious Dr. John H. Watson and what’s his business with his brother?

Some personal notes: this is the actual summary on AO3, but I really don’t know a better way to describe it ;) I think my attempt of humor did work here, even if it ended up including a bit of angst (but not much)

Additional notes: Alternate First Meeting, humor, Christmas fic, misunderstandings (of a sort), family.

Black magic

Johnlock, complete, 7400 words.

Summary: John ends up with a magic love potion (he was drunk, don’t judge him!) and in a fit of desperate longing, he gives it to Sherlock. He didn’t expect it to work since magic does not exist, so he’s a little baffled when Sherlock starts acting weirdly.

Some personal notes: this was the first fic I meant to write for the fandom. I never got around finishing until now, when I figured I might as well give it another try. I think it could have been longer, but I had no idea what else to write :P

Additional notes: attempt of humor, magic, a surprising amount of discussion of consent issues, not actually unrequited love.

Lessons in romance

Mystrade & Johnlock, WIP.

Summary: Sherlock may or may not be stalking the boy he likes. Mycroft has no wisdom to share with his little brother on the subject of romance and Greg is not help at all.

Some personal notes: I got inspired to write this after listening to a song in spanish called “Rey Azul”. I’ve always wanted to write a teenlock and I adore writing the Holmes brothers as being completely oblivious on the subject of romance. Somehow, it turned angstier than I expected

Additional notes: humor (at first), teenlock, heartbreak, jealousy, pining.

All is fair (in love and war)

Johnlock, complete, 6300 words.

Summary: Eurus’ “game” forces John and Sherlock to confess long hidden feelings. It turns out as well as you’d expect.

Some personal notes: It started as a rewrite of the “I love you” scene in TFP, turned into a sort of fix it fic. I like it, even if I’m not completely sure the logic holds :P

Additional notes: angst, drama, hurt without comfort, but has a happy ending!

Priceless

Johnlock, WIP.

Summary: Sherlock is a Prince with a Kingdom at war. He makes a deal with the all powerful wizard called “the Dark One”; the wizard will stop the war if Sherlock stays with him forever.

Some personal notes: this fic is result of the FandomTrumpsHate auction, for the lovely @sherlock-and-john-getting-it-on. I was asked for a “Beauty and the Beast” inspired fic with John as the Beast. I asked for the chance to use the Once Upon a Time spin of the tale and this is the result.

Additional notes: magical AU, pining, misunderstandings (they’re both so silly it hurts!), includes my attempt of some proper smut, Jim wrote himself into it and in doing that provided me with an ending :P

Of love, madness and other powerful motivators

Some background Johnlock, Warstan, but relationships aren’t the focus. WIP.

Summary: Jim shoots himself at Bart’s ceiling and Sherlock jumps to save the people he loves (read John Watson); what he doesn’t know it’s that there are other forces at play and revenge is a dish best served cold. Jim’s game turn has ended, but Eurus’ is just beginning.

Some personal notes: after reading many wonderful posts after the S4 finale, one point that really stuck me was about badly written female characters. It made me realize I don’t write that many female characters either and I don’t know if I’m any good at it so… this was born. Running with the idea that Mary worked for Jim, and (in this fic at least) by extension, Eurus.

Additional notes: angst, complicated relationships, mixed feelings, Eurus is actually out for revenge, imagining a whole alternate line for S4.

Saving all my love for you

Johnlock, WIP.

Summary: Unrequited love is no fun.

Some personal notes: I just wanted to write something angsty, heart tugging. There isn’t much plot, really, just a lot of pining and self reflection.

Additional notes: based on the song by the same title,angst, pining, sad, unilock.

And that’s it (for now!) I hope you’ll enjoy them ;)

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xottzot · 7 years

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2017-10(OCT)-14th--Saturday.

Yesterday there was a fire closeby in the hills and so on. LOTS of smoke, It blanketted the entire area, the hills, everywhere.

Fire engine andor Police sirens all about rushing to it and attending to whatever the shit was going on or had caused the fire. sometime later the smoke stopped billowing about and just hung around for many hours for the rest of the day.

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Then today, on Saturday.....

Low level shit going on today in hell, you be the judge, and you'll be wrong in your understimations.

A strange vehicle pulled up at one of the criminal aboriginal houses today in the morning at 6 Kalara Way. An aboriginal criminal kid came rushing out, met the driver and the criminal kid pointed upwards to the north-eastern part of Koongamia. (it was also in the general direction of where the smoke and fires had been yesterday in the nearby hills). - Then the kid ran off back inside. Within 30 seconds, another aboriginal criminal kid came out and did exactly the same thing. And again went inside. - The vehicle then drove off in Koongamia and went to the general direction they had pointed to.

The shithead aboriginals from that place, (6 Kalara Way, Fatguts old drug dealer house), seem to have again (temporarily?) taken over as 'top dog' in amongst the criminal aborginal house locations in the ghetto. But NEVER make the mistake that they are acting alone, or are NOT connected or involved with the other criminals and criminal aboriginals in the ghetto. They are ALL connected in crime and criminality (and that includes the main aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD in Kalara Way with it's house full of rented contents, that household seems to have been laying VERY low, for appearances only, but is still VERY active with it's criminals roaming outwards and flocking inwards to it.

During the late afternoon, (but probably all day), a male adult aboriginal was endlessly roaming about on the roads on a pushbike, 'aimlessly' roaming about though was simply cruising the streets and staring into peoples yards and looking about.

A white woman with a bag came along. At first she was walking on the footpaths but then the aboriginal rushed up to her on that pushbike and she suddenly walked off the footpath to then start walking down the middle of the Kalara Way street road. He kept talking to her as if warning her to keep away from 3 Kalara Way the abo criminal household the place he came from (3 Kalara Way), and instead for her to go into across the road to the other abo criminal household at 6 Kalara Way. Which they both went into.

So......is dragging out and propping up a plastic basketball hoop thing in that front yard driveway the newest visual signal for 'business' is open there?

Later, after darkness had fallen, a burglar alarm went off at a house at number 2 Kalara Road straight across from the Koongamia shops, (or possibly it was at the house next to 2 Kalara Road), and a burglar alarm light was going on & off with the alarm going louldy off. - Too dark to see anything properly.

A resident turned on their exterior house lights (to possibly see any criminal aboriginals lurking in their own yard, which most certainly has has happened countless times before in the past), but they also came out of their house and walked to investigate where the alarm sound and flashing light was. They stayed only a short while then returned inside their home. - If any report was made by them, it will be ignored by Police and all authorities as has been the case countless times, as Police andor authorities then try to insist to everyone they try to brainwash, that nothing is going on, and that nothing has ever been going on....

A short time later, an aboriginal came walking along the middle of the street and LOULDY yelling out (abuse?) as they walked. They kept walking along Kalara Road street, then went into Kalara Way street, and met with another aboriginal, and they together walked into the aboriginal criminal household of 3 Kalara Way. --- At the same time, other aboriginals were all moving about in the dark streets....some coming up from the bottom of Kalara Way street and going into the aboriginal criminal household of 3 Kalara Way...whilst once again the thug on the pushbike (with no lights on it whatesoever), was roaming all about the roads again, just as he had been doing (all?) night in the darkness and being a 'scout'?.

I've said it countless times before....just because it is THE LAW you have to wear a bicycle helmet means that the criminal aboriginals NEVER wear bicycle helmets, and just because it is THE LAW that you MUST have all proper lighting on a bicycle at night means that aboriginals having bicycles they NEVER EVER are lit and so travel about in total darkenss being completely invisible at night. -- This shit is allowed to happen as it does around the aboriginal criminal households, and I VERY MUCH suspect always happens around EVERY criminal aboriginal household and aboriginal ghetto by.

As late as after 10pm at night in the darkness, the criminal aboriginals are all travelling about and lurking in the darkness in this hellhole. - If it's any later I'm not going to write about it in this particular report.

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Do you even want to know about other West Australian crime and criminals or do you believe it's not become a hellhole?

https://thewest.com.au/news/wa/man-charged-after-alleged-assault-on-junior-doctor-in-fiona-stanley-hospital-carpark-ng-b88625110z : : Police said a 62-year-old man from Geraldton had been charged with assault occasioning bodily harm and was due to appear in Fremantle Magistrate’s Court on October 27.

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https://thewest.com.au/news/wa/wa-police-issues-urgent-broadcast-to-find-missing-one-year-old-in-redcliffe-ng-b88626075z : : WA Police issues ‘urgent broadcast’ to find missing one-year-old in Redcliffe : : Police sent out the urgent broadcast at 1pm on Wednesday afternoon. : : WA Police have issued an ‘urgent broadcast’ as they desperately search for a missing one-year-old boy in Redcliffe. : : According to a police spokesman the child is not wearing any clothes and had wandered from the front garden of a family residence. : : The child, who is described as having dark skin and blonde hair, is thought to be in the vicinity of Stanton Road. : : Police are asking local residents to check their properties and surrounding areas. : : READ THE FOLLOWING FOLLOWUP NEWS REPORT...NO DETAILS AS USUAL SCANT EXPLANATIONS WERE GIVEN IN THE NEWS....

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http://www.watoday.com.au/wa-news/police-searching-for-a-missing-oneyear-old-child-20171011-gyyth5.html : : Police have found a one-year-old child who was feared to be missing in Perth on Wednesday. : : Police had earlier issued an "urgent broadcast" to find the boy who was thought to be missing in the vicinity of Stanton Road in Redcliffe. : : The urgent broadcast stated the child was not wearing any clothes and had dark skin and blonde hair. : : But soon after the broadcast was issued police said they had found the child. : : "The missing 1-year-old child has been located nearby with a family member who had attended the address," police said in a statement.

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This is a followup NEWS report on a poor woman being attacked, assaulted so her car could be stolen by a thug or thugs. : : https://thewest.com.au/news/crime/charges-after-car-stolen-from-umbrella-wielding-woman-in-st-james-ng-b88627070z

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If the following person was/is ever involved with the ones around this hellhole then her being missing is not out of the ordinary at all.....(and her clothing would blend her in so well with them except for the white jacket, too easy to be seen, just toss that into a rubbish bin)..... : : https://thewest.com.au/news/wa/police-fear-for-safety-of-13-year-old-monique-riley-who-has-been-missing-for-two-weeks-ng-b88628672z : : Police fear for safety of 13-year-old Monique Riley who has been missing for two weeks Friday, 13 October 2017 4:46PM : : Police are searching for a Spearwood teenager who has been missing for two weeks. : : Monique Riley was last seen at the Cockburn Youth Centre around 1:15pm on Saturday, September 30. : : The 13-year-old has been described as dark skinned, slim build, 172cm tall with long dark brown hair. She was last seen wearing black jeans, black top, a white jacket and roman sandals. : : Anyone who has seen Monique is asked to call police on 131 444, contact Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000 or make a report online atwww.crimestopperswa.com.au.

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And if you think that 'parents' know any better and are raising their children to be normal, quiet, intelligent, and respectable......read the following West Australian NEWS item......... : : Perth teen vows to party on despite out-of-control gathering in Thornlie : : Saturday, 14 October 2017 8:34PM : : A Perth teenager has vowed to party on, despite an out-of-control gathering on Friday night that turned violent. : : “We’re still gong to have a party, there’s no doubt about that ever. If they have a problem with that then they are going to have to live with it...or they can move.”

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There was another NEWS item that shows you the out-of-control West Australian societal destruction situation but it was too upsetting to post, so I'm not going to. - And that NEWS item would distress dear Fliss...that's if she ever cares about anything....or anyone.......especially the ones she abandoned here.........

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I love you dear Fliss (Felicity Ann Carthew, Tamworth, New South Wales, Australia) and so dearly want to be with you just as you promised us both. -- And I expect I will be soon to be asleep in terrible nightmares for me and us the abandoned and betrayed.

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