#monique berry

[grimm-haven]

Beginning of Rose Gen // Previous // Next

#little jo seems to adore sol #and as you can see #most of thorne's children have red hair #that's rodney parata next to han gyeol #and the redhead kid sitting next to monique is armando srivastava #the other srivastava twin #i haven't yet shown jett knight #but he's also another redhead arcoberry #arcoberry legacy #nsb rose #generation 2 rose #han gyeol lee #soleil arcoberry #arcoberry extra #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #legacy challenge #not so berry #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 #not so berry challenge #ts4 not so berry

[twinsoftheday]

I’m the person who sent Lauren and Holly and Naomi and Veronica and I’m so sorry for not following the rules I didn’t realize! The types of twins they are aren’t specified but I do believe that you were right and the storm twins are identical and the de’vious twins are fraternal (I just think they dress the same)!

ty!! and no worries about the rules, they're just to make sure i don't make mistakes for fandoms i'm not familiar with :))

#luckily fandom wikis are a thing so i'm good if people forget abt the rules #i recently started collecting rainbow high dolls but i haven't had a chance to watch the series yet #at the moment i just have monique verbana and berrie skies :) #asks #anon

[destinyc1020]

I was listening to a podcast interview with Halle Berry from last year. The hosts asked her if there was pressure for her to pick roles after she won the Oscar for best Actress and she said that there was no pressure because she was offered nothing. She went on to explain that people expected her to work just in great projects after her win but that's impossible if she barely has any offers. And this happened at a time when Halle was considered one of the most beautiful women in the world. That's why she talks about having to create your own projects

She's not the only Black actress to say this. Angela Bassett said the same regarding lack of offers after her extraordinary award winning work in What's Love Got To Do With It. She has also said how grateful she is for 9-1-1 because it has allowed her to make good money even though many people believe it's "beneath her"

This is a good reminder for fans that don't understand how hard the film and TV industry is for black women, even light skinned ones like Z and Halle Berry. We can't compare them with the opportunities that their white peers have

You know what? I'm not even surprised tbh.... I see this happen time and time again.... especially with woc actresses. They win an Oscar, and then next thing you know, they're not in anything of substance after that. 😟

That's why sometimes, I almost feel like it's better to NOT win the Oscar... 🥴

Black women especially have a difficult time.

Monique won an Oscar for "Precious".... where are her roles?

Gabourey Sidibe was nominated for an Oscar for "Precious" (I'm still not sure how she didn't win 👀), and look at the roles she's had to take after that.... 😔

I'm not even surprised that Halle wasn't getting roles flooding her way after her Oscar win. 😒 We're not playing on an equal playing field when it comes to the industry.

We're usually not going to have the same opportunities as our white counterparts. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Ash's Glee OC Masterlist

Glee OC Masterlist for @the-witching-ash (none of these ocs are mine, I only organized the list)

Name: Andrew Berry

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Mercedes Jones

Pinterest: x

Name: Andrew Cartwright*

Story: To Being An Us

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Various

Pinterest: x

*a variation of Andrew Berry who exists in crossovers with @randomestfandoms-ocs' Colton Cartwright and a variety of their other ocs

Name: Andrew Cartwright*

Story: Everything Changes

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love Interest: Kirsty Gilmore (@randomestfandoms-ocs)

Pinterest: x

*a variation of the standard To Being An Us Verse but combined with the Gilmore Girls Delicate crossover

Name: Adrien Beiste

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Timothée Chalamet

Love Interests: Elphie Jones & Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Alma Berry

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Ashley Tisdale

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Annie Rose Schuester

Story: Nothing to Fear

Faceclaim: Zoe Colletti

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Aro Flores

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Frankie A. Rodriguez

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Billy Gilbert

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Austin Abrams

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Brax Pierce

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Joe Serafini

Love Interest: Rory Flanagan

Pinterest: x

Name: Christopher Tibideaux

Story: Being Alive, Multi

Faceclaim: Nathan Mitchell

Love Interest: N/A

Name: Corbin Adams

Story: Multi

Face Claim: Corbin Bleu

Love Interest: Simone Adams & Ezra Berry

Name: Elliot Berry

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Larry Saperstein

Love Interest: Sugar Motta

Pinterest: x

Name: Elphie Jones

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Zendaya

Love Interest: Adrien Beiste & Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Ezra Berry

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Lucas Grabeel

Love Interest: Corbin Adams & Simone Adams

Name: Faith Hudson

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Julia Lester

Pinterest: x

Name: George Beiste

Story: Free

Faceclaim: Joel Courtney

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Henry Schuester

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Tom Holland

Love Interest: N/A

Pinterest: x

Name: Lorelei Zisis

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Beanie Feldstein

Love Interest: Mike Chang

Pinterest: x

Name: Mary Tibideaux

Story: Being Alive

Faceclaim: Antonia Gentry

Love Interest: Billy Gilbert

Name: Mona Adams

Story: Untitled

Faceclaim: Dara Reneé

Love interest: Marley Rose & Jake Puckerman

Pinterest: x

Name: Rosalia Lopez

Story: N/A

Faceclaim: Rachel Zegler

Love Interest: Sam Evans

Pinterest: x

Name: Simone Adams

Story: Multi

Faceclaim: Monique Colman

Love Interest: Corbin Adams & Ezra Berry

#glee oc #for a friend #friend's oc #the witching ash #agb tag

[truths89]

Say Less

I'mma keep it a buck. You melanites in the Ivory Tower are compromised agents. Not because you acquired a Ph.D. but because the Amerikan Dream made you a swirl for the intellectual bourgeoisie. Who is your audience when you fix your plump lips in the chambers of imperial make-shifting rhetoric? What is your agenda as an "educator"? With your tenure, have you chosen a sacrifice, and for whom?

As I troll the Ivory Tower and its academics, I taste hypocrisy where my wisdom tooth once sat. Would I troll the Hebrew Israelites, a New Age cult on Patreon, of which there are many, or those who equate Transrights to everything but the normalization of Transhumanism? Absolutely not!

The Ivory Tower prickles my acrimony because it assumes hegemony and absolutism in veracity's creation, validation, and dissemination.

Truthfully, I think my issue is highly personal. I was born in the projects of Richmond, attending Montessori school and graduating from an all-girls college preparatory Catholic high school in Long Island. However, I knew my lineage had a crack user and dealer, and their proximity to me could have rendered me the protagonist of the movies Losing Isaiah with Halle Berry or Precious with Monique. And yet, I can't wipe the memories of fetching water in Lagos and rolling blackouts in a nation with tremendous oil reserves. Nor can I untaste the fantastic delusions that Smith College served as tea and biscuits.

The way we socially and systemically whip and lynch people who do not repeat and adorn the lies of our society is pathological. From a virologist's perspective, this sounds like unhealthy cells attacking healthy ones to maintain a disharmonic status quo.

When the immoral pose as amoral, the unsaid quietly quarrels while protected by their laurels.

[melancholyjones]

RH could release the same # of dolls w/o overloading the cast if they wanted to

replace series 5 w/ 1 chara from each previous series & the outfits still match (using pacific coast instead of series 4 bc it's still relatively recent)

carmen->stella

victoria->georgia

olivia->vanessa

michelle->phaedra

keep kim & aiden

keep the og SH charas & make series 2 a classroom line. since they came w/ accessories instead of 2nd outfits, make the accessories themed around each character's focus (& once again the new outfits still mostly match the old charas!)

karla->natasha

zooey->luna

dia->nicole

monique->shanelle

keep glitch but make her a performing arts focus

keep rex, make him & shanelle siblings. the webisode arc can be about them having to design something together, w/ b-plots about the other classes

center SH series 3 on the music focuses & bring back neon shadow. give each chara a specialization to expand their personalities & interests!

pinky->mara, sound design, specifically sound fx for cartoons & videogames

scarlet->harley, songwriting/composing

rosie->uma, music therapy or something i dunno

oliver->ash, audio engineering, specifially for stage productions

keep lavender, make her a music video director

keep berrie, make her a dj/producer

reuse the rainbow-themed charas for the color&create dolls & give them different outfits! different clothing pieces & color palettes make them more customizable!

jett (b&w+rainbow)

amaya (bright rainbow)

kia (pastel rainbow)

use the new body molds for the rainbow vision bands

tall->meline, tessa, mara

short->sabrina, tiara, uma

curvy->aisha, minnie, harley

same number of dolls, waaaaaay fewer characters

#rainbow high #shadow high #rainbow high dolls #i just eliminated almost 20 glorifed backgrounders w/o losing a single doll mga it's not hard #just be normal & build on your established characters!!!

[kavvehs]

— A GIFT FOR @lipid HAS ARRIVED !

彡 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄

everything goes by so fast that it takes lelouch a necessary second to comprehend what happened. one second he’s quietly reminiscing on childhood memories with suzaku, the next he’s in the center of the overly decorated student council room. milly’s hands are against his back in one moment and gone the next, leaving behind echoes of mischievous snickering. suspicious doesn’t even begin to describe what he’s feeling beneath an innocent and confused glance.

he minutely and silently scolds himself. how could he allow himself to drop his guard so low because of some festivities and memories so far they’re nearly out of reach? regardless, it isn’t a thought that he permits to linger on for long. when lelouch turns forward, monique stands less than arms length in front of him and rivalz scurrying away in the background. confusion swirls within heterochromatic eyes and he’s sure that he was hardly any different.

that confusion transforms itself into palpable surprise when they gaze upwards and their lips, a feature of theirs that his eyes always find himself drawn to, part slightly. lelouch does the same and in the air is a small plant suspended in the air by a thin, near transparent string taped to the ceiling. it’s so small that he almost doesn’t see the shine of the plastic red berries or the leaves made of felt. it easily hangs over their heads, but it’s twice as easy to reach up and grab it without trouble.

a mistletoe? lelouch identifies. he cocks his head to the side and dark strands of hair falls in front of his face, but he makes no attempt at returning it to place. then it sets in, quick and sudden, and his heart leaps in his chest. oh.

“well then,” lelouch eventually says, chuckling a bit in an attempt to mask how flustered he suddenly is. expectedly, they most likely see through that. “if you’d like to go somewhere private, i’m sure they’d understand.”

monique shakes their head, long and dark hair he could (and has) easily tangle between his fingers swaying with the movement. their answer isn’t a surprise, but he figures he’d offer, in any case. lelouch isn’t someone to simply succumb to unexpected occurrences, but his usual means of maintaining composure hardly does a thing to soothe his erratic heart because this, something that seems more of something out of a fantasy, is actually happening.

monique’s arms wrap around him and pull him close, and he returns the gesture out of pure instinct alone. slender fingers curl into the frills and silky cloth of their dress that is strikingly and purposefully identical to his own outfit in color and elegance. that alone fills him with a sense of pride that swells within his chest, only intensified by the engagement ring upon their finger is cool against his cheek. then his lips are on theirs, moving so perfectly he’s certain that they were made for one another.

#[ ⊹⊱ lumii’s events ] #AHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! #i love writing lelouch and i hope i did monique justice!! #it’s been so long since i’ve written for cg but it’s nice to meet a cg fan!!

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[indiejones]

WORLD CINEMA’S TOP 236 ACTRESSES OF ALL TIME! (@INDIES)

http://www.imdb.com/list/ls569475215/

Position.  Name.

1 Barbara Stanwyck 2 Olivia de Havilland 3 Meena Kumari 4 Geraldine Page 5 Audrey Hepburn 6 Suchitra Sen 7 Vivien Leigh 8 Ginger Rogers 9 Elizabeth Taylor 10 Katharine Hepburn 11 Kate Winslet 12 Julia Roberts 13 Norma Shearer 14 Nathalie Lissenko 15 Hasmik Agopyan 16 Catherine Deneuve 17 Chulpan Khamatova 18 Nataliya Vdovina 19 Elena Solovey 20 Brigitte Bardot 21 Aleksandra Khokhlova 22 Jeanne Moreau 23 Anna Karina 24 Isabelle Adjani 25 Romy Schneider 26 Léa Seydoux 27 Mélanie Laurent 28 Audrey Tautou 29 Ekaterina Chtchelkanova 30 Vanessa Paradis 31 Simone Signoret 32 Emmanuelle Béart 33 Isabelle Huppert 34 Sandrine Bonnaire 35 Carole Bouquet 36 Anne Parillaud 37 Fanny Ardant 38 Sophie Marceau 39 Nathalie Baye 40 Anouk Aimée 41 Alexa Davalos 42 Josiane Balasko 43 Clémence Poésy 44 Natalija Janichkina 45 Laetitia Casta 46 Eva Green 47 Elodie Yung 48 Kristin Scott Thomas 49 Anna Mouglalis 50 Astrid Bergès-Frisbey 51 Charlotte Gainsbourg 52 Capucine 53 Roxane Mesquida 54 Jane Birkin 55 Bérénice Bejo 56 Olga Kurylenko 57 Leslie Caron 58 Josephine Baker 59 Pom Klementieff 60 Noémie Merlant 61 Adèle Haenel 62 Adèle Exarchopoulos 63 Emma Mackey 64 Yael Grobglas 65 Emmanuelle Seigner 66 Juliette Binoche 67 Ellen Burstyn 68 Madhavi Mukherjee 69 Isabelle Weingarten 70 Sarah Adler 71 Christa Théret 72 Karin Viard 73 Déborah François 74 Marie Gillain 75 Juliet Berto 76 Mélanie Doutey 77 Monique Mélinand 78 Stéphane Audran 79 Léa Drucker 80 Dominique Labourier 81 Angélique Litzenburger 82 Françoise Lebrun 83 Valérie Donzelli 84 Bernadette Lafont 85 Sylvie Testud 86 Cécile de France 87 Katia Leclerc O'Wallis 88 Zouzou 89 Françoise Fabian 90 Maria Schneider 91 Agnès Jaoui 92 Valeria Bruni Tedeschi 93 Aurora Cornu 94 Stacy Martin 95 Lola Créton 96 Laurence de Monaghan 97 Dominique Blanc 98 Béatrice Romand 99 Mélanie Thierry 100 Caroline Cellier 101 Michèle Moretti 102 Geneviève Page 103 Elina Labourdette 104 Anne Wiazemsky 105 Marie Dubois 106 Claudine Auger 107 Annie Girardot 108 Juliette Mayniel 109 Brigitte Fossey 110 Martine Carol 111 Dolly Scal 112 Patricia Gozzi 113 Marilou Berry 114 Maria Mauban 115 Janine Darcey 116 Suzanne Flon 117 Colette Marchand 118 Françoise Arnoul 119 Ludivine Sagnier 120 Béatrice Dalle 121 Claude Nollier 122 Josette Day 123 Nicole Stéphane 124 Catherine Salée 125 Dominique Sanda 126 Marina Hands 127 Cécile Aubry 128 Nicole Ladmiral 129 Bulle Ogier 130 Véra Clouzot 131 Simone Renant 132 Sylvia Bataille 133 Suzy Delair 134 Jane Marken 135 Nane Germon 136 Lucienne Bogaert 137 Renée Carl 138 Catherine Frot 139 María Casares 140 Arletty 141 Odette Joyeux 142 Marguerite Moreno 143 Madeleine Robinson 144 Héléna Manson 145 Paulette Dubost 146 Micheline Francey 147 Ginette Leclerc 148 Mady Berry 149 Edwige Feuillère 150 Jacqueline Laurent 151 Mila Parély 152 Florelle 153 Claudette Colbert 154 Danielle Darrieux 155 Rolla France 156 Annabella 157 Anne Chevalier 158 Lya Lys 159 Simone Mareuil 160 Maria Falconetti 161 Yvette Andréyor 162 Musidora 163 Nora Arnezeder 164 Virginie Ledoyen 165 Michèle Morgan 166 Marine Vacth 167 Louise Bourgoin 168 Caridad de Laberdesque 169 Pauline Carton 170 Sévérine Lerczinska 171 Odette Talazac 172 Léora Barbara 173 Simone Simon 174 Marion Cotillard 175 Mireille Darc 176 Edith Scob 177 Chantal Goya 178 Emmanuelle Riva 179 Chiara Mastroianni 180 Claire Maurier 181 Marika Green 182 Delphine Seyrig 183 Mylène Demongeot 184 Marie-France Pisier 185 Françoise Dorléac 186 Marina Vlady 187 Stella Dassas 188 Marpessa Dawn 189 Elsa Zylberstein 190 Bleuette Bernon 191 Sara Forestier 192 Pascale Ogier 193 Amanda Langlet 194 Julie Delpy 195 Linh-Dan Pham 196 Nelly Borgeaud 197 Nicole Garcia 198 Irène Jacob 199 Myriem Roussel 200 Arielle Dombasle 201 Marie Rivière 202 Solveig Dommartin 203 Émilie Dequenne 204 Ariane Labed 205 Zabou Breitman 206 Romane Bohringer 207 Sabine Azéma 208 Hafsia Herzi 209 Andréa Ferréol 210 Jeanne Balibar 211 Isabelle Renauld 212 Mireille Perrier 213 Juliana Samarine 214 Catherine Mouchet 215 Aurora Marion 216 Anaïs Demoustier 217 Judith Chemla 218 Marie Laforêt 219 Michele Valley 220 Hélène Alexandridis 221 Anne Consigny 222 Macha Méril 223 Anne Brochet 224 Miou-Miou 225 Anne Teyssèdre 226 Joséphine Sanz 227 Gabrielle Sanz 228 Fantine Harduin 229 Charlotte Véry 230 Élodie Bouchez 231 Natacha Régnier 232 Pili Groyne 233 Yolande Moreau 234 Emmanuelle Devos 235 Nina Meurisse 236 Florence Darel

[epitomeofreal81]

This TOOK me out!

Here’s a list of women who have been cheated on…

Beyoncé

Halle Berry

Your mother

Gwen Stefani

Behati Prinsloo

Your granny

Your cousin

Kim Kardashian

Eva Longoria

Gabrielle Union

Monique from down the way

YOU

Demi Moore

Khloe Kardashian

Your God Mother

All of my friends

My cousin’s best friends

Brittney Spears

Princess Dianna

Vanessa Bryant

Jhene Aiko

Janet Jackson

Janet Jackson’s mother

Tina Turner

Camille Cosby

Corretta Scott King

Your sister in law’s baby cousin Tracy

Brenda

LaTisha

Linda

Felicia

Dawn

LeShaun

Inez and Alicia

Theresa

Monica

Sharon

Nicki

Lisa

Veronica

Karen

Vicky

Cookie, oh he met her in a ice cream parlor

Tonya

Dianne

Lori

Carla

Marina

Selena

Katrina

Sabrina

About three Kim's

Latoya

Tina

Shelley

Bridget

Cathy

Rasheeda

Kelly

Nicole

Angel

Juanita

Stacy

Tracy

Rohna

Ronda

Donna

Yolanda

Tawana

and Wanda

[sinfaltaenigma]

Don’t let Nia Long being cheated on distract y’all from the fact that it’s the fall season and a good time to mind the business that pays you...

Here’s a list of women who have been cheated on…

YOU

Beyoncé

Beyoncé’s mother

Halle Berry

Your mother

Gwen Stefani

Your granny

Your cousin

Kim Kardashian

Eva Longoria

Gabrielle Union

Monique from down the way

Demi Moore

Khloe Kardashian

Your God Mother

All of my friends

My mother

My cousins

My cousin’s best friends

Brittney Spears

Princess Dianna

Hillary Clinton

Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis

Jhene Aiko

Janet Jackson

Janet Jackson’s mother

Jennifer Lopez

Tina Turner

Cardi B

Camille Cosby

Corretta Scott King

Your sister in law’s baby cousin

Brenda

LaTisha

Linda

Felicia

Dawn

LeShaun

Inez and Alicia

Theresa

Monica

Sharon

Nicki

Lisa

Veronica

Karen

Vicky

Cookie, oh he met her in a ice cream parlor

Tonya

Dianne

Lori

Carla

Marina

Selena

Katrina

Sabrina

About three Kim's

Latoya

Tina

Shelley

Bridget

Cathy

Rasheeda

Kelly

Nicole

Angel

Juanita

Stacy

Tracy

Rohna

Ronda

Donna

Yolanda

Tawana

and Wanda

Nia Long being beautiful, rich, successful and your celebrity crush does not make her exempt…

Oh and

Shirley.

Sincerely,

Barbara

#bdope #me #thevoid #polyamthoughts

[grimm-haven]

The entire family came over for Winterfest. Rosa already met most of them when she visited her siblings a while back, but it's Sol's first time to meet her cousins and stepcousins - and she's already warming up to Chance. Lyla, Thorne's wife, seems to warm up to Braydon as well, who turns out to be quite the charmer.

Beginning of Rose Gen // Previous // Next

#it's so nice to see them all grow up! #monique and braydon are now teens #and johanna can now toddle about #and finally get to see one of Thorne's first children #Chance Srivastava (his other twin has yet to appear) #but as usual the first thing araminta does when she visits is to take a bath #cue spam posts on winterfest because i took too many pictures and i couldn't NOT post them all #arcoberry legacy #nsb rose #generation 2 rose #rosabelle arcoberry #soleil arcoberry #han gyeol lee #araminta arcoberry #arcoberry extra #ts4 legacy #ts4 not so berry

[solarianradiance]

The Caravan rolled it’s way along the road, back to the Corwin’s farm and there the Kindred found a sight most Grim.

Goblins. Everywhere. Dead ones specifically, while many of the bodies were intact, a large number of the corpses were missing limbs, guts strung about and some bodies were just mangled beyond reconition.

“Oh Good Lord the stench!” Commented Monique. “What the Heck happened?”

“Goblin Raid, obviously.” Said Dixon, almost giving into being sarcastic. He scanned the farm as he brought the Wagon to a stop near the House. While there was a bit of damage and blood all over the place, nothing too serious save for a broken window or two. But he had greater concerns than property damage. “CHARLOTTE!!!” He screamed.

There was no reply, which sent a mild chill of worry down the Patriarchs spine. “JIMMOK! CHARLOTTE!!!”

“WAT?!” Screamed a shrill annoyed voice of the Orc, putting Dixon at ease as she came out of the House, glancing around to spot the source of her annoyance. “Oh you’re back. Good. See you brought some friends wid-ya.” She then sniffed the air deeply. “Tha’ who I think it is?”

“Aaaay, Charlotte!” Cried Jebidiah. “Been a couple years! Brought ya a fe-”

“Got fatter I see.” She said, planting the seed of mild annoyance in Jeb. “What were they feedin ya in the land of the higher n’ mighter than the Northerners? Pig slop? Or were ye jus’ being lazy and rode the wagon ere’where like usual?”

Her words conjured up a ping of embarrassment cutting deep into Jeb. “See the ole Nanny ain’ uh… ain’ changed one bit. Here I was hoping ya did.”

Charlotte spat on the ground and gestured around the area. “Forgive me fer not greetin ya in mah prettiest dress then, oh lord’a’tha’manor! Case ya’ hadn’ noticed, we had some uninvited guests!” She said, her words thick with syrupy venomous sarcasm.

“Cut the crap Charlotte, what happened!? Jimmok okay? Dogs? Livestock?”

“Luv ya’ too Boss boy!” She said with a playful smirk.

“Oh hush, we all know you’d be the one to survive anything!” Monique countered.

“Like I said, uninvited guests!” Charlotte began as she approached the Wagons. “Gobs ‘ttacked bout an hour ago. Swarmed the farm they did, hundreds of em!”

“Hundreds?!” Asked Phoebe, bargining in on the conversation. “How!? Was it a Warband?”

“Nah, far more than a mere war party. Musta been the whole clan of the bastards.” Answered the old Orcish Woman. “Saw plenty of lil Goblets among em, hangin near them extra thicc Goblette sows far from the fightin. Most of em steered clear of the foightin as they done rushed cross the fields like piglets runnin from Wulves.”

“Which means one’o you didn’ do ya checks properly this morning and let one them wards go weak!” Dixon scolded Bonnie and Pheobe.

“That can’t be!” Protested Bonnie. “We double checked every post, just as you ordered!”

Dixon wanted to reprimand her for her back talk, but trusted her judgment. Charlotte spoke again before he could.

“Nah, they didn’ care ‘bout the Wards.” The elderly lady commented. “They were lookin fer the weakest point n’plowin thorugh it, sprogs in tow n’everythin. Didn’ stop em!”

“Damn!” Said Jeb. “Must’ve been fleein from somethin scary if they took grit and went through them wards!”

A sudden rumble of footsteps could be heard. “Zat who I think it is?!” Bellowed the voice of Jimmok the Ogre as he stepped around the house. When he saw Jeb he grinned and came even closer. “IT IS!! HAHA! HOW YA DOIN LIL BOSS!?”

“Jimmy Jim Jim Jimmy Jimmok!” Cried out Jebidiah as she made his own way towards the towering Ogre.

The two embraced eachother in a great hug, Jimmok was still far larger, Jeb wasn’t as nearly as Dwarfed as someone such as Josiah Dixon would be. In fact, Jebediah looked like a dark skinned smaller reflection of Jimmok, but wearing Orange and far less bloody.

“Ows mah lil buddy been?” Asked he Ogre as he tightened his hug a little in a bid of familial affection, but not too much, knowing full well that even the like of Jeb would be crushed like a berry. “Ah, seems like ya got bigger since I last saw you!”

“Hah, I ain’t any talla since I last saw ya!”

Jimmok let his dear friend. “I know! I meant you seemed to be a bit wider!” He then poked Jeb in the belly with his finger.

“I could say the same to you!” Jeb chuckled as he jabbed the Mini-Behemoth in the gut, something Ogre barely felt. “Been eatin three hawgs a day ‘stead’a’two?”

“Eh, tryin to cut back lately, so I only eats a few dozen Sheeps instead!” While the joke wasn’t very funny and they both knew it, the two laughed heartily anyways, all because they were happy to enough to be in each others company again.

“S’good to see you bein in good health old buddy… even if you got… things sticking outta you.” Jeb gestured to the spears and arrows sticking inside the Ogre’s body, namely his back. “The Hell happen to you?”

“Kinda obvious they gave me a hard time. Kept shootin at me, thinkin they could get through muh skin… guess they never fought the likes o’me huh? Kinda easy bein big as a barn as I is!”

“Sure looks like you gave these suckers plenty cause to know they made an error.” Dixon added.

“Did ya have’ta be so damn messy though!?” Monique asked with a bit of anger. “Look at all this gore! Looks like a Fox got in the chicken coop!”

“Heh, I think m’self more as a Coyote than a Fox.” Grinned the Orcess as she stroked her knife as she observed her work as a pleased craftswoman.

“Oh God, quit actin like a Butcher!” Monique moaned in dramatic frustration at the Orcs Sadism. “I dunno sugar, always seems like an apt title for my ole’ Nanny.” Dixon countered.

“That it is Josie~” Agreed Charlotte, pleased with her old charges approval.

“EEEWWW!!” Exclaimed a plethora of young girls in unison.

“Good Heavens what the bloody, bloody, bloody Hell happened out here?!” Yelled Kentucky.

“Yeah, we done walked into a slaughterhouse by the looks of it.” Missouri stated, a fact most obvious.

“Zat all y’all were shootin at earlier? Buncha Gobs?” Asked Arkansas, her question peppered with sour disappointment. She was expecting something a bit more interesting than glorified pests.

“Told ya!” Tenny said with confidence and a snort as she rubbed her nose. “Should trust yer nose more!”

“All we could smell was the fancy flower perfume stuff in the wagon ya dumb fool, you know that?”

Tenny took her now empty sack of chips and started filling I with bits of Goblins. “Maybe if ya stopped sniffin around-”

“TENNY WHAT ARE YA DOIN?!” Yelled Monique, startling the Raccoon girl.

“T-taken these Gob-guts fer later!” Tenny stuttered, shaken by her Mothers anger.

“Well stop it! S’disgustin n filthy!” Spat the irrate Matriarch.

“But it’ll go to waste! Gob-guts makes good bait n’ string!” Tenny begged.

“Shes’ roight!” Added Charlotte, still holding a pleased grin. “Makes good bait it does! ‘Tracts plenty of prey that way! Raptor in particular!” Charlotte was partially right, but she was mostly teasing, as the smell of blood attracted most any predator, but kept prey away, especially other Goblins in this case..

“S’all the reason to cease your encouragin! NOW STOP IT!!” Demanded the Mother. But Tenny ignored her and kept taking handfuls of Goblin bits and innards, a mistake Monique would not let go unpunished. “Oh no you don’t.” She then swiftly untied her boot and stood up on the wagon to take aim. Tenny then realized her error too late as she tried to bolt for cover from her Mothers wrath only to feel it upon the back of her head from a hard ‘thwack’ as the boot landed on the back of her skull, knocking the little rascal fact first into the dirt, nearly knocking her unconcious.

“NOW BRING IT BACK!” Monique ordered.

The sisters around her giggled, partially out of how funny it looked and partially out of stressful empathy. They too all felt their mothers wrath that way a few times. Though to be honest, the boot was a sign of mercy, if she was angry, really angry, she would use the belt, that was traumatic.

But if things got particularly bad, their Father would step in and use the belt, or worse, give a flogging. Thankfully, such a punishment was only used four times on the farm, twice on Phoebe, once on Louisiana, once on Dixie and Arkansas. Everytime before that was always on Virginia, and that was when she was a Hellraiser on the Plantation.

The only punishment that would be on the table would be a lashing with a whip and it was never used. But it was considered when Virginia broke an old ancestral statue in a tantrum. Father went and got the Overseer to get the his whip so he could do the lashing himself, but Monique stopped him and argued it down to a flogging by Monique instead at the time. She was 9 years old when it happened and that was all that saved her from getting permanent scars to remind her of her intentional act of destruction.

Bonnie got a share of her punishments, as did Georgia, especially by their Grandparents and occasionally the Elderly slaves with little better to do than looks after the children, but Virginia was as viscous and spiteful as a Proud Cat and would take nothing but the most stinging of punishments lying down. Even belting her across the face would have only spur her on at times like it was some sort of challenge to her own authority.

Thankfully, those days seem mostly gone and it’s just getting a boot to the head, something their mother would occasionally remind the girls that if they displease her too much, she has it in her will, they will each receive one at the reading of it by the Lawyer.

“Said bring it back dammit! Not lay there!” Monique demanded again.

Tenny picked herself up off the ground, rubbing her coony colored scalp, hoping a knot didn’t form. She picked up the boot and proceed to return it to her mother, who merely stuf her foot out.

“Now put it on.” Her Mother commanded her.

Tenny obeyed, she slip boot onto her Mothers foot and began to tie the laces, but before she could finish, the irate pregnant woman gave her daughter a mild kick to the cheek. “Wrong knot! Start again!”

Tenny obeyed with a huff and started over.

“So are all the-” Monique began to ask the Orc before stopping as she heard a ‘sQUlch’ and the stamping of a puddle.

She looked around to hear what it was and spotted Alabama stomping on the various bodyparts of the dead Goblin, heads, organs, all while seemingly giggling like a child stepping on puddle or dirt in a most morbid manner.

“ALABAMA!!” Shouted her Mother, causing the girl jolt in fear and everyone to give Alabama their full attention. “STOP...THAT… NOW.” She commanded her child. “That ain’t what Ladies do! Ain’t what decent folk do!”

Alabama, despite being a touch slow, was more than quick to obey her mother when she was angry. “Y-yes mama…” The girl said with a shiver, like she felt the biting breeze from an Icewind Dale in the dead night of a Fimblewinter. She stepped away from the carcasses and went up to her elder sister Georgia for comfort, which was given freely.

Monique then gave a huff through her nose. “Look at you both, y’all made ya dresses dirty. GEORGIA!!”

“Y-yes Mother?” Asked Georgia, trying to hide her timidity for the sake of Alabama.

“Take Tenny n’ Bammy inside, give em baths and make em clean their clothes good! Understand?” Dictated the Matriarch.

“But I ain’ dirty!! I done bathed yesterday!!” Said Tenny as if she didn’t have a face full of dirt and black blood on her blouse and sleeves like just played with oil. Y’know, like a moron.

“You want the belt?” Her Mother asked, wanting to make it clear she wasn’t going to deal with her behavior right now.

Tenny knew this and averted her eyes. “...No… I’ll take the bath without a fuss.” She said with obedience.

“AND?”

“...And clean my clothes.” Added the small teenager, something she was hoping to avoid. Cleaning clothes took took long.

“Good. Get to it!”

The trio of girls marched heir way into the house, Alabama clinging to Georgia.

“And get dinner started, honey! We got a celebration to hold!” Dixon added, causing Georgia to slow down to give a mild sigh. She was planning on doing that anyways, but being told to do it made her want to do it less, even if she loved cooking for her family. But boy, did Georgia ever wanted to backtalk to her Father right then. But she didn’t, because her Mother was there and Georgia liked being alive more than being angry, so instead of risking a boot to the head, she let it go and went inside, thinking about slaughtering a few naughty chickens to work out her inner rage. Maybe she could rope Tenny in to feather and gut them later, she’d like that.

“Sounds like they’re gonna need help.” Commented Missouri aloud.

“Yes, it does! Lets go aid our dear cousin in her tasks, those two are going to be a handful!~” Added Kentucky, the two then began to make their way into the house trying to follow their family inside.

“You think you two are slick?” Said Jeb in a raised voice, irritation peppering his words like well seasoned chicken. “Get your tails to the wagons and start workin ya lazy bums!”

The pair didn’t say anything other than giving a huff at their ruse being found out immeadetly. They did indeed intend to do the easier work of cooking instead of moving enormous amounts of goods. Physical labor wasn’t their forte, but they knew the price of disobeying at this point and marched back to their wagons to start unloading.

“Now, for the fence line!” Began Dixon. “Virginia! Take your sisters Bonnie n Phoebe along with Jimmok and check the wards! Reinforce em!”

“But we checked em this mornin Daddy!” Phoebe protested.

Dixon wanted to scold his daughter at her negligence, but that might upset her to the point of being resentful, so he tried something else. “Go. Now. If find any Goblins out there, you can roast em all you want! Heck, you can burn all these carcasses once they’re all piled up! Now how does that sound?”

Phoebe was tired and wanted to rest, but liked the idea of using her fire magic as much as she wanted to, so instead of pressing the matter out of being tired, she relented. “I’ll help check the wards, Daddy.” She sighed.

“Good, now go!” Dixon commanded, Ogre following the girls in tow with Virginia in the lead. Bonnie wasted no time berating her Twin for refusing the duty of checking the wards.

“See ya later, buddy!” Said Jimmok to Jebidiah.

“Now, for the rest of y’all, start unpackin the wagons! I’ll be out to help in a minute” Said the Patriarch as he helped his wife down from the Wagon, both being careful as to not slip, or else risk the precious life growing within her. “Get to it Jebby! Charlotte!”

The spotted Orc woman obeyed with a snort and went to the rear of the wagon train, curious to see what Jebidiah had been up to, but also to make sure the Korwin Kousins weren’t slacking off like she suspected.

Jeb heeded his younger brothers wordsm and turned to the girls as their parents made their way into the house. He then heard his brother say under his breathe ‘Stop it! Not right now, save it for later!’ causing Jeb to turn his head back to the couple to see Monique grabbing her Husbands rear only to have Josie to slap it away.

Jeb gave a smile, his little brother was a lucky Dog, but also unlucky in some ways. Too much of a good in this case, Monique sure ran him ragged in the bedroom. He was happy she was bought for their family, even if she was meant for Jeremiah instead Josiah, she blessed the family with many new members.

If only one had been the son his brother craved. Jeb shook his head of his thoughts and turned back to his nieces.

They were a bit tired from the day, but were already dutifully making their way over to their family wagon to unload it, keen on finishing the task. Though he could sense the girls were expecting a bit more out of the Goblin attack, things must be a bit tedious here. A Goblin raid might be a highlight for them, even if it would be a glorified turkey shoot.

Were they Orcs or Savages, things might be different. Still, their Uncle did spend time in Mitharia collecting contracts.

Jeb clapped his hands together to attract the attention of the gaggle. “Okie Dokie, who wants to find out what Uncle brought from Mitharia!”

Just as the girls were about to begin unloading the wagon, the gaggles heads spun around and after a brief moment to soak in what their uncle just said, they realized what he meant; Presents.

And with various cheerfully excited shouts, the gaggle then began making their way towards their Uncle who was eager to show off what he had gotten them, as if he were Saint Klaus himself.

Dixie and Arkansas were both halted however, as their shawls were yanked back before they could bolt, choking the both of them briefly.

“HOLE UP YOU TWO!” Yelled the voice of their sister Missi. “You ain’t runnin off! Daddy told us to unload!”

“Oh c’mon, Missi, not like its gonna hurt nothin!” Dixie protested.

“Oh yes it will! Daddy told us to work, so we’re gonna work! Uncle wants to play with Louis, Texas, Florida and our cousins, he can!”

“Well, I wanna relax for a bi-” Began Arkansas before she was choked by her shawl as Missi yanked hard on it.

“You wanna upset Daddy, be my guest, but I ain’t lettin you drag me down with you!”

Arkansas simply yanked her shawl back and turned to give her elder a mean look. “Who said you’re the boss of me?!”

“My age.” Said Missi coldly. But she regretted this, as although it was true, she was the elder, she knew it was the sort of inconvenient truth tha would upset people and was not good enough. She then tried what her Father had done with Pheobe. “And I need your help anyhow. Can’t exactly reach the reins for the wagon and control the animals, given how small I am.”

“You mean… I can drive the wagon?” Asked Arkansas, fidgeting her fingers.

“Yes, to the barn! Gotta get this salted lard into the larder.” Answered Missi, adjusting her specatcles. “Afterwords you can drive it back to the house so we can unload whats left. Then you can goof off and play til dinner. Does that sound good to you?”

Arkansas looked pleased, even if she tried to hide it in an attempt to play hard to get. She did like to drive the wagons, but Daddy was worried she might cause it to tip over at times, so he often denied her. “Mmmm okay!!” She said as she bolted to the front of the wagon and climbed her way into the seat.

Dixie looked over the many metal containers of lard in the back before making her own way to the front with Missi. Arkansas then cracked the reins to get the animals to start moving. Thankfully Arkansas was a bit tired and so was much more patient with them, so they moved at a slower pace than Missi expected. Which was fine by her, the Barn wasn’t far from the house to begin with.

“Hey Missi.” Began Dixie. “Why Mama buy so much lard?”

“Yeah I was wonderin that too!” Added Arkansas. “I thought we sold Lard with all these pigs we got to rend it from!”

“Oh, that? Daddy wanted it.” Answered Missi. “I believe it’s for the factory, Daddy is going to sell it or give to them so that it can be used for canning pork and beef. The salted lard should add flavor and keep the canned food for longer.”

“Wait, so we’re not gonna use it?” Asked Arkansas, confused as to what her sister means. “Why buy all of that then?”

“We ARE going to use it! It’s an investment! To make certain the factory can actually operate and we have money for the future. The kind that can’t inflate, or so Mr. Holk says. Should get us over the hump for the first few years when we go home and won’t have to dip into the old treasure Troves.”

“Uh...okay? What’s en-flayed mean? We skinnin the money?” Asked Arkansas.

“Wha-...no!!! They’re making a currency backed by food instead of gold!” Answered Missi.

“Wait, so food is gonna be the money?! I thought money was money!?”

“No! It’s not! Wait, no! I MEAN YES! I-” Missi became flabbergasted and scatterbrained getting worked up over the confusion, threatening to throw a temper tantrum. She let out an exhalation to deal with her stress. “Look, just drive the wagon! It’s nothing but the pure sweet fat of the hog back there for all you care!”

Dixie giggled at her sisters frustrated fluster, she might have been her elder, but Mississippi was still cute when she was angry. Bit like a small animal that was full of itself and trying to be sassy.

Arkansas was still confused, but didn’t let the question linger and shrugged, she was enjoying her time to drive the wagon, even though they were almost there.

It only took another minute in fact, Arkansas having enough foresight to turn the wagon in a way that it brought its rear closer to the barn, reducing the time it would take the lard to the barns larder, which was a good place for larder, because a larder was where lard was meant to be larded. It would be silly to put it anywhere else except maybe for the pantry, which is where at least some of it would go.

Arkansas and Dixie hopped off the wagon, with Arkansas grabbing her older sister as if she were a mere child, because physichally was, to help her down. Missi then noticed the door of the barn was slightly ajar already. She remembered that she had closed it before leaving it this morning and guessed Jimmok or Charlotte had been inside and forgot to close it all the way.

Regardless, she opened the door and a breeze could be felt coming out. Suddenly the wagons Oxen were mooing, but the girls ignored them. Missi went inside and went straight to the steps that lead down to the Barns larder and marched down to unlock it, popping a loose brick, pulling out a key and using it to pop the lock with a smooth ‘snack’ and pushing the door open. She could smell the salted pork fat inside on the cold wind coming out.

Missi then replaced the key and brick back in their places and marched up the stairs, going passed her sisters who were already bringing in the Lard. Dixie stopped as she heard the sound of creaking of the boards from above and assumed it was the wind pushing the barn around.

She then went back to work and brought the lard down the steps and into the larder, where she placed the contents that is nothing but the pure sweet fat of the hog onto a shelf that was furthest away from the door and using her farm girls strength, pushed the older containers along, sliding them down so they would be used first when they were needed.

Arkansas did the same on her side. It was heavy, but years of farm work and the smoothness of the shelves made it possible to do. Still, it was a lot of effort and it made them both wish they could knock a red boy over so easily.

“Hey, if we’re s’pposed to give this to the new factory place thingy, why we puttin it here?” Arkansas asked. “Seems like a waste o’effort if we’re just gonna pull it back out ‘gain.”

“Guess there ain’t a place to put it really.” Offered Dixie, trying to reason out her sisters question, scratching her head. “Think Daddy might just sell it with the farm or something.”

“To who? The factory?” Arkansas asked for clarity.

“I don’t flippin know! Ask Daddy if you care ‘bout all that stuff.” Answered Dixie in a fit of frustration, sick of being pegged for answers she did not have by her slightly taller twin.

“Don’t have ta be a stick in the mud.” Replied Arkansas as she made her way back up the steps.

Dixie followed her, reaching the top and back out the barn to get another load of lard, walking passed Missi, who struggled a bit with the container. For Dixie or Arkansas, the containers were big, but manageable. For Missi, it seemed it was far larger, but not so much the elder sisters tiny body could not handle it.

Dixie saw the back of the wagon and it was full of lard in addition to other things, like sugar and spices and such, it would take a while to put all of this way, even without the lard. Either way, it meant the younger twins would be handling lions share of the work, both of them were hoping they would get to relax after all this.

Arkansas and Dixie took a load of lard, Dixie taking the lead with Arkansas following her. When they were inside the barn, both of them heard scratching from above and the two stopped where they stood to listen, Dixie at the top of the stairs and Arkansas behind her.

It wasn’t the boards settling in the wind.

“You hear that?” Dixie asked while looking up and around to see what it was, hoping she wasn’t just being paranoid.

“Yeah! I did!” Arkansas then felt and heard something behind her, she spun around to see the barn doors were closed. Her eyes bolted around to see what had shut them, but saw nothing

With instinct, she stepped forward, wanting to open the doors again. Maybe it was the wind that had shut them? She felt a sense of fear, a distinction that they were not alone here.

She was about to kick the door open while still holding the lard, but stopped as she was jolted by the sound of her sister shrieking.

“AAAAA!” Screamed Dixie, dropping her lard as something fell upon her from above.

Arkansas spun and saw something small, bigger than Missi but smaller than Dixie, upon her sibling, its lanky legs firmly planted upon her shoulders as it pulled on her hair like somekind of foul jocky.

A Black Goblin was assailing her and snarling and screeching as it did so in some sort of pitched tongue, occasionally kicking her until she fell on her knees.

“AA-AAAA!” Dixie screeched in a panic, trying to pull her hair back as the creature tried to drag her.

Arkansas lifted the lard over her head and threw it as hard as she could at the monster, thrashing the thing into letting go of her, knocking it over, only for it to get back up almost immediately and looking like it was about to charge as it crouched, sneering at the girls with a cruel demonic grimace on its face.

The monster had a mouth full of pointed sharp teeth behind it’s thin lips, if it had any, with a pointed chin, its eyes were cat-like yellow eyes, short pointed ears, a mat of stringy black hair with a tuft held up by some sort of cord adorned with trinkets of skulls of small animals and glittery metals that might have been coins. Its complexion was on the darker side of gray, a lanky form it was, with rags of animal hides, leathers and stolen cloths covering it. Its hands were claws and its feet seemed springy and more lizard than mammal.

Despite the size difference, it was clearly the more dangerous creature in the barn and it made that fact clear as it stepped towards the girls, towards its prey.

Dixie shuffled back on her arms, trying to get away from the thing, bumping into her sister, whom she turned her head to ensure it was her.

“YOU OKAY?!” Arkansas asked frantically as she helped her sister up, trying to keep her eye on the Goblin.

“I-I-think so!” Dixie stuttered in fear as she stood. She only felt a mild pain on the back of her neck, but felt nothing bloody leaking out. She then focused on the creature in front of her and felt her panic simmer into fear, her body on full alert and wanting to run like Hell.

Dixie motioned towards the doors of the barn and the Goblin snarled and dashed towards it with a frightening speed by hopping, almost like some sort of demonic Frog, cutting them off. There was no way they were going outrun this thing.

The thing encroached on the girls slowly, who gave brief shrieks, unsure of what to do other than stay close and away from it. Arkansas looked around frantically, looking for something. She thought of picking up the lard cans to throw at the thing, but was too fearful of it pouncing on her. She then saw a rack of tools, including a sickle and a pitchfork, but she was also scarred to go for it.

The Goblin crept forward, trying to get into striking range. If it got one of them, the other would be easy to gut. He knew there was a third smaller one down the steps and knew the tiny child would be too fearful to come up the stairs and could deal with her when he wanted to.

“What are y’all screamin-” Began Missi as she stepped up the steps, until she spotted the commotion and realized what it was. “HOLY HELL!!”

The Goblin looked at the girl with equal confusion. Manlet sprogs were supposed to be fearful and not seek out screams and it left the Goblin stunned for a moment, uncertain of what to do at the unforeseen event. He could strike at her, easily killing her, but he did not want to risk the other fleeing and bringing the Ogre, or worse, the Orc. The Ogre he could easily outrun, the Orc he could not, he saw how easily she ripped through his Band, their hit and run attacks backfiring on them.

The Arkansas saw the Goblin being distracted and took her chance to get the pitchfork. The Goblin then took notice of Arkansas fleeing, assuming she was making a break for it just to get away from the Goblin despite nowhere obvious to go while leaving her sister and lunged at Dixie.

Dixie simply stepped back and screamed until she hit the wooden wall of the barn as the creature charged her. It might have been a bit smaller than her, but it might as well have been a small Jaguar or Cougar to her. Dixie lifted her leg up instinctively, trying to kick the creature away. The Goblin grabbed Dixie by the boot and yanked back hard, easily bringing the girl down with its strength.

Then, with its free hand, tried to reach for her face, attempting to grab her throat to slit her neck with its claws, something it had done many time before. But it only felt a sudden sting in its side and shrieked.

Arkansas had plunged her pitchfork into the monsters side, forcing it off of her sister. She put all of her weight into forcing the prongs in deeper, trying to wound the thing.

“MOVE!” Shouted Arkansas at her sister, which Dixie did, rolling away as fast as she could, fear gripping her a she crawled, standing up. “GET THE SICKLE!!” She yelled at her sister again.

“W-W-W-WHAT!?” Yelled Dixie, unsure of what her sister said, the fear making it hard for her to think.

Missi stepped forward in order to try and help, thinking she could use her own weight to push in the pitchfork further. But she stopped in her tracks as the Goblin rolled over, forcing the prongs out of itself and into the barn wall.

Arkansas pulled back, but was stopped as the Goblin grabbed onto the fork, yanking it back and not letting go. The creature had the strength Arkansas did not have and despite her effort to hold on tight, it away. It had the Goblin had the pitchfork now and it was all too eager to skewer the girl that had made it bleed.

Arkansas had stepped back as the monster had sprung up and got ready to attack again, looking around to find her sisters were also stepping back. Then she noticed Dixie still had not gotten the tool.

“DIXIE! THE SICKLE! GET THE SICKLE!!” Yelled Arkansas. She would have gotten the tool herself, but she was closest to the Goblin and knew it would go after her first.

“Uh...uh…” Dixie murmured as she looked for what she meant and saw it and went to get it, barely holding back her panic.

“GET BACK!!!” Yelled Missi as she yanked as hard as she could on her sibling, the Goblin seeing the girl as distracted and lunged at her with the pitch fork, aiming at her upper chest, but hit her shoulder instead, sinking the prongs deep, far further than Arkansas did with him.

Arkansas felt a stinging pain and yelped as she fell backwards onto her elder sister, pinging her to the ground. Instinctively she tried to kick the creature away, but it grabbed her then kicked her in the gut with its sharp clawed foot.

A belch came forth and a new stinging pain, it had wounded her as blood flowed out from both her gut and her shoulder. The Goblin kicked her again with more force, hitting her in the front of her upper thigh, making her scream again. Then it twisted fork with as much might as it could muster, causing greater pain, please the creatures sadism.

The sense of power over a Manling was sweeter than a Goblette as is gave a giggle. It was about to reach down and snuff the life from both of the girls with its claws, intending to pull out their throats after an incision.

Then it’s ears twitched as it heard movement to its side. The other Manling girl was about to attack with a sickle and the Goblin reacted masterfully, he let go of the girls leg and used his free hand to grab onto the others girls wrist as its weapon came down, stopping her dead.

She was terrified, Dixie was certain she was going to kill or at least gravely hurt the monster attacking her sisters, but instead it had her and she uncertain of what to do. She dropped the sickle and tried to pull back, but only felt the force of the Goblin keeping her there. It then pulled her towards it and hit her with a mighty punch with all of its strength, right to her cheek, knocking the girl down.

She had never been hit so hard in her life. She wasn’t seeing stars, but didn’t feel much of anything at first, then the pain hit her, tears were welling up in her eyes. She wanted to run away and now. She looked up and saw the ladder up to Missi’s workshop on the second floor. Without thinking she crawled towards them in a frantic panic.

Arkansas had tears beginning to roll down her own eyes from the pain, but saw the Goblin was distracted again and took her chance to kick it in the back of the legs, hoping to topple it.

She kicked with all her might, hitting it in the back of the knee with her own, tangling it up as it fell down. She then rolled off of her sister as best as she could, who began to stand up. Arkansas then felt scream leave her lungs again as the Monster bit down on her leg as deep as it could, casuing a delicious crimson liquid to leak forth, which the creature sucked up like some sort of Trashyard Vampire.

The Goblin then crawled away, wanting the sickle to kill the Man Sprogs once and for all, but it had the weapon it then felt the sting of the fork again, as it was jabbed in the back of its head.

The midget sprog at stabbed him this time and the other was trying to stand up, that it would not let happen. The Goblin sprang up and drop kicked the child into its sister sending them tumbling down into the lower level.

The girls were still alive, they were moving, but immobile. If the Goblin wanted them all dead, now was the opportunity and it had to start with the struggling up the ladder. He grabbed the sickle and raced towards the ladder.

Dixie was barely up on the 2nd level, looking where the windows were to leap out of it, or least climb down from there to run for help. She barely noticed the windows were shut to prevent anyone from entering when she heard some skittering on the wood from below and saw the Goblin climbing up, sending the girl back into a panic as she screamed again.

The creature had made it all the way up at an incredible speed, even Tenny would not be able to match, as the girl stumbled back, falling onto her rear as she shuffled away from the thing.

It was creeping towards the girl at first, pausing briefly as she shit the stool behind her, wondering what she would do as she kept her gaze upon him, the panic deepening in her. The Goblin then ran at Dixie with a lunge, bringing the sickle down on her, making her shriek as he struck her.

She held her arms up as the beast hacked away at her, but was doing minimal damage. The Goblin wondered why it wasn’t cutting her and examined the blade. He realized he was holding it backwards. The Man filth was stupid at times and spun the blade around to get in a blow only to feel the blow of the stool against the creature as it fell to the ground.

This enraged the Goblin and Dixie scuttled as fast as she could under Missi’s workbench. She was breathing heavily, tears rolling down her eyes. She did not want to die and wanted a wall between her and the monster. She pulled as hard as she could on the workbench, it was heavy but she was strong enough to make it tip.

The Goblin lunged at her as the bench came crashing down on it’s back, pinning its lower body down. The beast shrieked once more, partially out of pain, but mostly out of anger. It wanted to kill this dark skinned rat and take its bushy scalp as a trophy for the Goblin Women. It would have its right to mate and it would make the process of taking that scalp slow and painful now.

It lashed at Dixie with the sickle, hitting her in the legs. Her skirt catching the blade, preventing any real injury, but the point was enough to stab the girl in the side of her knee, thigh, hip, shoulder even face. It was enough to drive the girl into a frenzy terror as she kicked the creature in the face, hoping to kill it, but only made it angry as it summoned its strength again to lift the workbench off of itself.

This was enough to make Dixie run away, wanting to jump down off the 2nd floor. But the Goblin tripped her up with the sickle, doing no damage, but making her tumble. This was all it took for it to grab onto her boot and it held on, refusing to let go.

Dixie screamed and kicked its face frantically, but it did little other than to anger it. It fought through the pain and tried to drag her closer while wiggling out from under the bench. Dixie kicked it aiming for its eye with her heel, making it scream and let go to grab its source of agony.

Dixie wasted no time trying to get away, to the light of the outside from this dark world through the open barn doors. She wanted to run as fast as she could, away from this monster. She crawled, ready to fall to the ground, not caring if he would break any bones. She just wanted her Father, her Mother. She wanted to be away from this thing, for God to save her from this Demon.

The Goblin however, was fighting through the pain and managed to wriggle its way out from under the workbench in no time and saw the girl with its good eye. It had enough it would kill her then and there. It let out a cry of hate and with sickle in hand, lunged at the crawling bitch planting its body on top of her.

Dixie let out another scream straight from Hell as it pulled her by the hair to expose her neck. Dixie locked eyes with the monster and she knew she was caught. She tried to pull her hair away from it, like a frantic animal in a trap, but the Goblin was too strong. The Goblin saw her terror and it was thoroughly pleased, it wanted her to be gripped by fear as she died, if only he could make her own clan see her like this. Seeing the neck, the Goblin it lift the sickle up to end filth's life and swung down to slash at the girls throat to drain the life from her.

But it did not do this.

It could not do this.

The Goblin could not move it’s hand, or it’s arm, something with a vice like grip was holding it and it was crushing it’s hand.

“AAA-AA!” It yelped. It looked at its limb and something was holding it firmly and crushing it.

It was a hand, dark skinned, the Goblin looked behind itself and saw the yellow eyes of a predator staring down at it, into its soul, if it had one. A cold terror had gripped the Goblins heart and paralyzed it in fear and the Goblin started to breathe heavily and its low jaw started to quiver. It was not certain what it was looking at other than perhaps death itself.

Dixon subconsciously gave the vermin a look of deathly hate. Not only had it attacked his family, his farm, his livelihood, his land, it had attacked three of his children and was about to kill one. This was not something Dixon would let go unanswered and because it was not a creature like Redfist, who had friends and was in fact, a Goblin, Dixon could do as he pleased with itwhen it attacked his children.

He looked into its eyes that were filled with fear for its life with pure hatred and he brought down his boot onto its ankle, causing a loud CRACK to ring through the barn making the pest scream bloody murder and recoil. It made an attempt to bite him out of instinct, but Dixon lifted the creature with not effort and kicked it in the back of the head. The creature fell over the edge of the floor and fell down to the ground where it laid in pain.

Dixon then turned his attention to his daughter, who was in tears.

“D-da-a-a-ddy!” She stuttered, reaching towards him with both of her arms, hands open, like a baby begging for comfort.

Dixon gave it without thinking, embracing his daughter, gentle as a lamb as she sobbed into his vest.

“I-I-thou-ought-” she began before Dixon interjected.

“Ssssshhhhh-sh-sh-sssshhhhh…. S’all right now. Daddy’s here darlin.” He cooed to his child, rubbing her back, holding her close in a hug, rocking back and forth as she cried.

“I was… I was-so sca-...sc-…” Dixie sobbed, she could not speak properly as the thought of dying overwhelmed her.

Dixion pulled her away and held her head. “Look at me, look at mah eyes! Don’t look ‘way Dixie, this ain’ the song, y’hear?” He asked, bit of trying to be humours and invoke his daughters favorite song, but also trying to keep her focused. “Okay?”

“O-o-k-k-ay…” She agreed.

“Take a deep breathe then.”

She obeyed, taking in a fast deep breathe and exhaling.

“Slower.”

She obeyed again.

“You hurt?” He asked.

“Uh…” She paused trying to figure out his question.

“Are. You. Hurt?” He enunciated. “Did that freak hurt you? Cut you?”

“He-…” She felt herself, remembering the pain. “The thing stabbed me!”

“With what?” He asked calmly with a mild smile, trying to seem like a lighthouse in a storm for his child while wanting to hear exactly what she had to say.

“Wi-...with sick-sickle!”

His gaze darted around for a moment, then he saw the sickle the Goblin was holding and picked it up. He examined it and saw a bit of blood on it, mostly on the tip. It caused a chill to run through his body.

“Where? Where it stab you?” He asked, barely keeping his fear in check.

Dixie took a moment to consider where it hit her. “A-arm, s-shoulder… hip…”

He looked at her bodyparts, and while it did seem like she was hit he didn’t see much blood on her. Must have only just grazed her with scratches. Her cheek however was a bit more bruised and fat now.

“Can you stand? Move?” He asked. “I won’t letchya go or nothin, just need to know how bad it all is.”

“Y-yes! I-I can!” She said as she tried to stand up.

Dixon picked up his daughter, holding onto her tight like the fragile treasure she was. “Hold on to me honey.”

Dixie obeyed, gripping her Father tightly, feeling a sense of safety. Dixon walked over to the edge of the floor, spotting the Goblin, it was still alive, the light of the coming Dusk bathing the oversized rat in an yellow glow.

He stepped over the edge, aiming for the Goblins bad leg, the one whose ankle he broke, and made it worse. His weight snapped the creatures limb in another place and is shrieked in agony. Breaking its leg broke his fall. Still hurt him a bit, thankfully nothing of value was lost on the way down.

He wasn’t thinking entirely clearly in that moment, bit of a dumb idea to do, especially with a precious treasure in hand like his Daughter, but he was full of love for her and hate for that thing that dared to harm her.

He then looked up to see Bonnie and Phoebe carrying up Missi and Arkansas who were both crying, especially Arkansas. He saw crimson running down Bonnie’s dress as she held Arkansas.

“How are they?” He asked as Dixie clung to him for dear life.

“Not sure if anythings broken, but shes got a stabbin and a bit wound that looks worse than it is. Nothin a cleanin and some bandages won’t heal.” Said Bonnie with a smile.

Dixon knew his daughter Bonnie well enough to know that when she smiles, its good compared to what might have been. He felt a sense of relief, though he tempered it with a tinge of reality, they might still have a broken bone or an infection.

“Hmm, so one hid huh?” Asked Charlotte as she stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring at the Goblin who was trying to crawl away as it winced in torment of several broken bones. “Must ‘ave ‘ad somethin to prove.”

“Here.” Said Dixon as he gave the sickle to the Orc. “Have fun with him.”

Charlotte looked at Dixon with a bit of shock, she took the sickle in hand and asked. “Y-y’mean… I can…”

Dixon gave subtle nod of approval to the Orc and saw her face light up with a tinge of excitement that was barely contained.

“And here I thought you’d be angry!” She said.

“I’m not angry, I’m vengeful.” He answered coldly. “And I want that Trash over there to know that.” He stared at the Orc, he felt a sense of anger towards her for her failure to secure the Farm fully, but he knew she would not let something like this happen if she could help it. Besides, this lot chose to take the wagon to the barn, not like she had any control over that. Charlotte felt he was a bit mad at her, but not enough to reprimand her, at least in front of the girls, she knew he was happy the children were relatively fine and more importantly, wanted some payback against the creature that caused him and his wife such terror. She was actually a bit worried Monique might give birth out of stress.

“Anyways, go have your fun, take your time, make sure it lives until it wants to die, y’hear?” He asked, but it felt more like a command.

He wanted that thing to suffer for as long as possible. “Oh… I hear.” Chalotte acknowledge with a grin most Devlish. She was going to have a lot of fun with this.

“Good, see you in the morning!” Dixon said with a smile as he walked back the Orc, giving her a firm slap to the rump of the old Nan, making her grab it out of pain.

Bonnie, Phoebe and Virginia walked passed her with their sibling in hand.

Jimmok the Ogre was running as fast as he could, slowing down and collapsing to the ground, making the ground shake the entire time, fully out of breathe.

“I...I...IIIIIII-” He gasped for air, trying to find enough to say what he wanted to say. “I’m-….HERE!” Ogre were not made for running, especially from the otherside of the farm.

“Thank you Jimmok, take a break.” Said Dixon, understanding the Ogres issues as he walked passed. “They’re fine by the by.”

“Go-….-oood!”

“Just breathe you ol’ fool! Gonna throw up a lung!” Chided Phoebe.

Charlotte walked into the barn and drew the doors closed. She looked over her shoulder and saw her subject was awake and trying to lift itself up in spite of its pain. When it noticed her finally, it felt ice enter its veins as it locked eyes with her green orbs and saw something it did not want to see.

“He must REALLY hate you…” She said with a grin most wicked. “to give you to me~”

The Goblin’s instincts, its will to live, took over and took to flight and began crawling away as fast as it could.

“Oh… you still want to live… good.” She said as she followed the creature, ready unleash the full swath that was her inner Fantasia cruelty upon the creature. “We’ll stomp lil fire for life that you still got out cold, don’t you worry!~”

Finally, at last, its been years since she could have fun. Real. Fun. The kind she was forbidden to have, the kind her Blood demanded. The fact she was about to be having fun for the sake of the girls was a nice bonus to her.

She grabbed the Goblin by the ankle, it turned to look at her and saw an inhuman creature, a daughter of Likoth, staring back at him with a Demonic glee most wicked.

“COME TO CHARLOTTE!”

Dixie Lee Corwin & The Farm of Hobbesville - Chapter 1 - Zalloj - Dixie Lee Corwin [Archive of Our Own]

[destinyc1020]

You and the anon brought up something good. I wish I had the video I was listening someone stated that something once the actors and actresses get an Oscar’s they think the won it all. And don’t have to work. Which is a bummer I would of love them to see them do more in acting

Well, sometimes it's that the actor gets lazy lol, but actually MOST OF THE TIME, it's that the actor or actress is just not getting any roles coming their way after they win an Oscar! 🥴

Halle Berry spoke on this. Roles just weren't coming her way after her Oscar win. 😔

I'm sure they weren't flooding for Monique either. 😒

MOST actors WANT to act.... Especially if that's their passion. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

NOVEMBER Celebrity Birthdays & Events

November Birthdays

Scorpio Stars (Oct 23-Nov 21)

1: Zoë Soul 3: Antonia Thomas 4: Brittany Adebumola, Demene Hall 5: Dominique Thorne 6: Thandiwe Newton, Lisa Berry, Patina Miller, Alix Lapri 7: Dara Renee 8: Alfre Woodard, Esther Rolle 9: Patina Miller, Dorothy Dandridge 10: Eve Jeffers 11: Camille Hyde, Susan Kelechi Watson 12: Kamaia Fairburn 13: Aisha Hinds, Monique Coleman, Whoopi Goldberg, Sennia Nanua 14: Tayler Buck 15: Rachel True, Yaya Dacosta, Gloria Foster, Sydney Tamiia Poitier, Teshi Thomas, Vanessa Nakat 16: Lisa Bonet 17: Lorraine Pascale 19: Erika Alexander, Gabrielle Elyse, Susan Heyward

Sagittarius (Nov 22-Dec 21) 22: Crystal Scales, Patra 23: Salli Richardson Whitfield, Jeannie Bell 24: Ifeoma Nwobu, Jaidyn Triplett 25: Wakeema Hollis, Yvonne Okoro 26: Tina Turner, Garcelle Beauvais, Camille McDonald, Tracy Ifeachor 27: Robin Givens, Lashana Lynch 28: Angelica Ross, S. Epatha Merkerson, Jordan Kristine Seamón, Joyjah Estrada 29: Franchesca Ramsey, Lovie Simone 30: Sufe Bradshaw, Kayden Grace Swan, Kaelynn Gobert-Harris

November Events:

All Month Long: National Healthy Skin Month

1: All Saints Day | 2: Black Solidarity Day | 8: Intersex Day of Remembrance | 10: Sesame Street Day | 18: Princess Day | 23: Doctor Who Day | 25:  International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women | 27: Umoja Karamu Celebration

Transgender Awareness Week, observed November 13 to November 19, is a one-week celebration leading up to the Transgender Day of Remembrance, which memorializes victims of transphobic violence.

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[theretirementstory]

Bonjour à tous, looking back on summers past and remembering my reconnaissance drive to Vitry-le-Francois. At the station,this monument to the 39,642 Jews transported from this one station to the concentration camps listed. The photo at the bottom, of the two hands trying to meet, is a very moving sight, it really underlined the cruelty of wars, separating families and the loss of so many lives. Yet here we are today still seeing the same thing not just in Europe but in Africa and Asia. Will human’s never learn!

So back to the present, where I am currently cooking a couple of beetroot, picked from my garden yesterday. I have also had my first couple of spring onions 😀, ok so they were not very big but I just wanted to try them and they were quite delicious.

We have had lots of rain this week, still not filled my dustbin/water butt mind you, but every little helps. Today is due to be cloudy with a maximum high of 23c, I am hoping to go outside and tidy up the potager, only beetroot still growing in there at the moment. My strawberry plants are dead as doornails, but that’s ok as I will buy new plants next year and hopefully enjoy lots of berries from them. Before the rain I finally managed to get outside and move the bearded iris from the troughs, where they have been for two years, into the garden to fill in a huge gap near to my neighbours fence. I have decided to make that a plan for next year, to fill in large gaps with large and small plants. The garden can look good when the daffodils, tulips and iris are flowering but I don’t have a lot of summer colour and my autumn/winter colour may be sadly depleted this year as the gardener “kindly” sprayed weed killer onto the periwinkle and into the area where the cyclamen are. I really hope that they will have survived but I am doubtful.

My neighbour across the way, brought me a courgette last weekend then turned up with another two on Thursday……. there is only so much courgette a person can get through and as I had previously had two from Marlene and one from Monique, it’s a bit of a “feast”. I am hoping to deliver two to Maud as I know she uses them.

Monique came to visit me and she read through the booklet on what I can and can’t do after I have had my “BEAM” chemotherapy. Meals have to be freshly prepared, not reheated so no food from the freezer, I am not allowed to do any housework so it seems I will need help. I cannot go to the cinema, visit large shopping centres etc and I need to wear a mask when people visit my home. Monique said she could come and do shopping for me and leave it on the doorstep. All this has to be done for one month (that will be a long month).

The weather has had a big effect on things due to take place this week. First of all I visited the photographers, it was pouring down and I got soaked so came home before next trip out, that resulted in another soaking as did the third trip of the day! The late night market was due to take place on Friday but it was cancelled due to the really heavy rain.

Today I am having a telephone call with my friends in Bristol, it will be the first call since April so a lot to catch up on! No doubt we will be discussing the weather and browsing some poems I came across this one which seems quite apt,

“A Beautiful Day” by Francis Duggan

“In the blue sky just a few specks of gray

In the evening of a beautiful day

Though last night it rained and more rain on the way

And that more rain is needed 'twould be fair to say”

I am hoping that “The Trainee Solicitor” will leave his books long enough to do a little work in the garden although I fear he may be seduced by the Car Boot sale in town and the Saltburn Food Festival.

“The Daddy” has had his daughter since Tuesday evening when she finished school, his son arrived on Friday morning and they have had some fun days out. Clothes shopping with daughter and then a visit to Stewart Park. A visit with both to a soft play cafe and then a trip to Beamish Museum. His son goes back to his Mum on Monday but Daddy and daughter have more adventures to have until she goes back on Friday.

So now it’s my turn to go….. see you next time!

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