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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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people like your domestic dabi headcanons because they're the goddamn best, and I hope you feel better about your exam :( but I don't think I've slid something horny in your inbox in a minute, idk how to make people feel better so maybe a distraction will help????💕

Dabi sees you at your desk on a phone call, and at first you think he's being sweet, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and giving you a kiss on the top of the head.

That is, until he starts leaving kisses on your neck, and his hands start moving towards your chest. kisses make way to hickeys and he's groping you under your shirt, pinching at your nipples. All the while you're just chatting away on the phone trying to pretend you don't want to gasp. Honestly, you may be doing it on purpose, you DO love when he gets riled up. ..

And it's working, he raises an eyebrow at you and circles your chair. You can see the moment he gets an idea as his eyes light up, putting a finger to his lips and saying "shh" with a smile somewhere on the border of cheeky and devilish.

Since it's just you two at home, half the time neither of you can be bothered to wear pants and that's very clearly working in his favor right now. He kneels in front of your chair, making eye contact with you and starts to run two fingers over your clothed slit, just gently tracing. He has to suppress a groan as he realizes how damp your underwear is getting just from something this simple.

He pushes your underwear to the side, practically salivating at the sight. He gives you no warning as he starts eating you out like a man starved, relentless on your clit. Eventually he adds his fingers and curls them just right to the point he knows you're seeing stars. Soon you do let out a moan..and another.. and another, and he has the most smug look on his face, he doesn't stop until you've come twice back to back and you're shaking, pushing his head away because it's too much.

He looks so proud of himself, you don't know if you have the heart to tell him.....

The phone call ended only a minute or two after he arrived.......

He was so distracted by the task at hand, staring at the beautiful expressions you make, and the delicious way your back arches off the chair, that he never realized you stopped talking.

oh he is so getting you back for this later. But you like when he gets riled up, don't you?

-🎃💖

listen...

LiStEn–

LISTEN—

all this has really no business at all being SO. DAMN. HOT.

and look... LOOK—

+18 MDNI

dabi x fem!reader

the way dabi would be super disappointed, literally pouting, when you tell him that the call had ended right after he came. boy really wanted to put on a show for whoever was on the other side of the device, not caring one bit if they realized you were getting magnificently ate up by your boyfriend, he would actually take pride on it.

but then a little lamp lights up inside his brain: you had played him with that.

how dare you play him with that and then act like it wasn’t a big deal? ohh he was going to get back at you so bad, dabi was going to make you cry.

“since you think mocking me it’s funny, i’ll show you something hilarious.”, the villain threatened with darkened face, eyes filled to the brim with such lust, hunger and dominance that it made you let out a nervous giggle as he got closer to the bed where you were sitting on.

after that warning he has been, first of all, fingering you for good until you weren’t completely drenched, almost making you reach your orgasm but ack–! that’s exactly when he stopped his ministration, leaving you a panting mess.

dabi then started to thrust hard into you, grabbing onto the headboard to push his dick deeper into your sopping pussy, husky groans leaving his mouth past his gritted teethes as your loud moans kept riling him up. when he noticed your walls clenching around his shaft, the raven haired boy stopped his thrusts and slid his cock out of your wetness.

the moment you gave him a confused look, he grinned widely “bad girls don’t get their reward so easily, princess.”, he rested an hand on your hip positioning you on your side before laying behind you, dabi then grabbed your upper leg with one hand lifting it up to stretch your pussy out and without a warning at all he thrust balls deep into you, a choked out moan leaving your throat from that sensation you yearned for coming back, he let out a restrained moan that came into the sound of an hum “god– hmpf! are you listening to yourself? letting out such cute lewd meowls for me– argh! i’m so fucking honored...”, he’s so annoying really, but damn was he doing you so good; the vigorous and lavish drags of his dick long your velvety walls were just so fantastic it made tears build up to your eyeline.

when he angled his hips lower and bucked them up against your ass, the tip of his dick hit right there a spot inside your pussy that completely knocked the air out of your lungs for a few seconds “a-ahh! dabi! ri-right there!”, oh god! yes! that was it! your orgasm has started to building up once more! it was near! so damn close! you were starting to get dizzy from the sensation that was running all over your body, but just when you were about to cream all over his cock, dabi pulled out making you whine loudly and childishly in complaint.

this was the second time he denied you an orgasm! he was seriously being too much right now!

“what is it my precious? are you perhaps feeling... wronged?”, the villain questioned acting like he didn’t know why you just whined, a lifted eyebrow and shit-eating grin on his lips that pissed you off even more. snorting he rolled on his back giving you a cocky stare “if that’s the case, then why don’t you come and get what’s yours?”, at that clear challenge you felt peeved by the tone with which he said it, resting your eyes on his erected dick though you completely melted and nearly drooled at the sight of your juices coating it so beautifully, pussy clenching around nothing as you crawled to him and threw a leg over his waist, straddling him.

“stop mocking me...”, you blurted pouting with deeply frowned eyebrows resting your hands over his abs, hips lifted, ready to lower yourself on his manhood and finally reach your precious climax. dabi smirked wolfishly as he rested his palms on your waist, holding tight onto it “serves you right... baby!”, he growled at the end before slamming his whole shaft inside of you so hard that you tumbled forward, falling onto his chest with a loud moan as he thrusted at relentless pace inside of you while his face was now buried on your neck, dabi’s hot breath fanning it before he licks it, leaves a brief kiss and then starts sucking onto the skin harshly.

you nearly choked on your spit when he added to all of it a spank that made your ass cheek burn, then suddenly— the ringtone of your phone went off from the bedside table where it was resting on.

he turned to it with a pissed expression, while you stared in its direction not actually seeing whatever your hazy eyes were looking at, too focused on the tip of your boyfriend’s dick hitting repeatedly your cervix and busy letting slurred moans run past your gaping mouth, tongue slightly lolling out from all the overwhelming pleasure.

the raven haired boy then had a brilliant idea that made a brief laugh come out of the back of his throat, a thrilled smirk curling up his lips as he grabbed your phone never stopping thrusting into you.

that made you snap out immediately from the limbo you were in, until now, and look at him alarmed “no–! wait! ahhn! dabi don’t–! it’s my b-oh-ss!”, shit, he was smirking full teethes now, that wasn’t a good sign, at all.

“if you answer him without moaning through out the whole call, i’ll let you orgasm.”, dabi instructed pressing his thumb onto the accepting call button, intensifying his gaze on you as he continued “on the contrary, if you let out even just a little tiny moan, i’ll edge you all night sweetie.”, he cackled at your horrified expression as his hips gave a particular sharp thrust that made you restrain a moan, scrunched up pained face as the pleasure was about to make you let out a sob “three, two, one– go.”, at that you widened your eyes, cursing through your teethes as he accepted the call giving the device to you.

“h-hello? yes– i’m free right now...”, at your answer dabi snorted, getting a glare and silent scowl from you that faded away immediately as he slowed his pace, dragging slowly his dick long your walls in smooth waves, making your brain all mushy “i put that document– in the main folder... i’m sure of it yeah...”, you kept answering panting silently while leaning closer to dabi’s face, heart-shaped eyes completely dazed as they looked back into his turquoise lusty ones, your hips moving to meet his thrust making his breath hitch inside his throat “yes– that one...”, the villain sticked out his tongue licking your upper lip squeezing one of your butt cheeks while his other hand slid to the small of your back, feverish gaze glued to yours “yes... i copied it in the usb too...”, you kept answering, but his slow thrusts were so not enough for your sexual appetite right now that in that moment you just couldn’t control your face anymore; you looked straight into dabi’s eyes pleading him with yours, eyebrows trembling from how needy you were, while biting down on your bottom lip.

then your walls clenching around him like a vice, made the boy’s last nerve snap and in a metter of second “wooah?!” “y/n? everything good there?”, dabi flipped you over, your back pressed against the mattress while your hand’s grip loosened around the phone, his index right away going on the red button “that’ll be all boss-san~”, beep, the call was done and your legs were now over his shoulders as he started to pound roughly into you groaning, your moans finally filling up the room once again, even louder than before.

his half-lidded eyes looked down your way, so beautifully spread under him as you whimper and moan his name, completely drunk on his cock.

god he adores that lovestruck look inside your eyes so fucking much.

“good girl, i’m gonna reward you all night.”

and so he did.

#kelin responds #answered #🎃 anon #bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #GODDAMN GUYS—#this was so hot to write and like– yeah... dabi's annoying competitive ass would do this AND WE LOVE HIM FOR IT.#he would fuck you all night in every position possible fr... i don't make the rules this is simply how it is 🤭💕#and thanks 🎃 for always being here and sending in such interesting asks all the time 😘

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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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@kelin-is-writing i saw your comment and figured you might like this too lol. i read your rules btw and i really hope this abides by them, i legit triple checked

pairing: dabi x reader with a thigh-riding /corruption kink and he’s videocall so a bit of indirect exhibitionism?? not really tho lol

”so… you’re a virgin?”

The question was dropped like a bomb that cracked the ground separating you and dabi, one wrong answer and it would break and end it all.

“ehm.. yeah.” you say quietly as you avoided his gaze, but he couldn’t help but to crack a smile.

“poor thing, missing out on so much.” he chuckles as you shoot him a glare.

“you’re the one that has one-night stands every day of the year. one day you might actually get someone pregnant you know.” you deadpan as you gaze out the window to settle down.

Dabi checks the time and turns back to you, grabbing your attention by the sound of him patting his pantleg.

“what?” you asks, eye flicking to his pantleg and back to his face, just enough to catch his subtle grin.

“experiment.” is all he says as he picks you up and places you on his leg.

“huh?!” you blab as you turn beet red, placing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself from topling backwards.

“i got a call to be on, but experiment. someone online said it does some shit to you, rubs nerves maybe? i dont know, just try it out. i’ll tilt the camera the other way.” dabi rambles as you turn even more red.

“what if they see me?” you mumble into his sweatshirt as he places a hand on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles.

“i just said that i’ll tilt the camera, darl’ “ he smiles as you ponder the thought. it was tempting.

“fine. but get on your stupid call first.” you pout as he beems a huge smile, clicking away on his computer to open up the call.

“hey dabi.” shigaraki breaks the silence as dabi waves, toga joining the call soon after.

“it’s going to be breif, dont worry. it’s about a threat..” shigaraki starts, the rest fades out as you focused on yourself.

you checked the camera one more time to make sure it didn’t see, being greated with the sight of dabi’s black screen and his audio off. you smiled slightly to yourself before moving. your eyes went wide and you almost crumpled right there. you only got one thrust in but woah, dabi was right, this hit a lot of nerves.

you mustered up the strength to do it again, this time doing it enough times to set a rhythm. you heard dabi groan above you and you were letting out small whimpers, the perfect harmony to sound out the meeting. a few more thrusts and you were sent into euphoria, trembling as you fell even more into dabi’s arms. he peered down at you with a small smile and looked back up at the meeting.

“good?” he asks, offering his shoulder so you could pull yourself up. you hid your face in his neck as he laughed and rubbed your back. “you made a mess.”

“you suggested it first!” you protest as he smacks your ass, making you yelp in surprise.

“you should do that again, get more familiar. you’ll be doing it a lot more soon.”

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shadowsandshapes · 1 year

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Shade's Personal Collection

The following list is a collection of my personal favorite fics per author. I realize I'm probably gonna suck at keeping this up-to-date, but I will try. If you like what you see, why not support them? Always be sure to check their page to see if they are currently taking requests and read their rules! I have included links to make this easier.

@dynamars RULES | ABOUT

CIGARETTE | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

Cherry Perfume | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

TEMPERATUREPLAY | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

TOUCH | Shigaraki/F!Reader | NSFW

SUCH A PRETTY CHAOS | Shigaraki/F!Reader | SFW

MOMMY | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

DISGUISE | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

NAILS | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

MOMMY KINK WITH SHIGARAKI | Shigaraki/F!Reader | NSFW

Honestly, it was kind of hard not to include everything. Highly recommending giving their MASTERLIST a once-over when you have the time

@kelin-is-writing RULES | ABOUT

quirkless!au enemies to lovers | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

Biting as a love language | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW joint effort, I had a finger in this pie lmao

coming home after a bad day in a sour mood | Dabi/F!Reader | SFW

How would Dabi react to a night owl s/o? Someone with some serious insomnia issues | Dabi/F!Reader | SFW

quirkless!au roommates | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

dyeing his hair | Dabi/F!Reader | SFW

Once again, there is so much more to be found here. Please go give them a visit. KELIN. MAKE A MASTERLIST DAMNIT also the link to your About page BROKE send help

@mika-writes-fanfics RULES | ABOUT

Healing Touch | Dabi/F!Reader | Eventual NSFW | Running Series

I Read Your Tweets | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

Blue-Flamed Forest | Witch!Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW (in part two, unpublished)

Honestly, go to Mika for wonderful long series. Healing Touch has me in a chokehold and is the whole reason Fortune Favors the Bold exists. MASTERLIST can be found here

@mossy-opal RULES | ABOUT

Oh No | Dabi/Reader | Mild NSFW/Fluff

a casual evening with Dabi and/or Shigaraki | Dabi/Reader & Shigaraki/Reader | SFW

Opal just started out so if you wanna support a new face HEAD ON OVER

@dabislittlemouse RULES | ABOUT

CONFESSION | Dabi/F!Reader | SFW

Fear me, love | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

touch starved Dabi | Dabi/Reader | SFW

when he’s crushing on you | Dabi/Reader | SFW

After the war | Dabi/Reader | SFW

Mark his name inside you | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

SINFUL TEMPTATION | Shigaraki/F!Reader/Dabi | NSFW

BURNING DESIRE | Dabi/F!Reader | Eventual NSFW | Running Series

cockwarming Dabi | Dabi/F!Reader | NSFW

Dabi killing for you | Dabi/F!Reader | SFW

HONESTLY I just reblogged my favs but please do yourself a favor and check B's MASTERLIST. You won't regret it.

#ShadeSpeaks #Shade's Personal Collection #recommendations #to see more interactions with these wonderful people...here are their tags #mommy mars 👹#kelin 🔮#💥mika💥#Precious Opal 🍀#B 🐝#i definitely have forgotten to use their ID tag a few times tho lmao i'm a disaster #sometimes ur mutuals make you scream so hard u forget to tag em ok????#if readers don't support writers I FUCKING WILL

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spitonews · 1 year

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Expulsion Of Russian Diplomats From London Possible This Month, Russian Ambassador Says

Faizan Hashmi Published February 13, 2023 | 09:20 AM MOSCOW (UrduPoint News / Sputnik – 13th February, 2023) Russian Ambassador to the United Kingdom Andrei Kelin does not rule out a new expulsion of diplomats from London as the anniversary of the start of Russia’s special military operation in Ukraine approaches, he told Sputnik. “In what concerns expulsion, I do not exclude any surprises now…

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writeblrfantasy · 2 years

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excerpts from when the witches call: whisperings of a lover

these come at the beginning of every present timeline chapter in part one of wtwc. there's something different at the start of the part two chapters. either one, once you read, it's fairly easy to figure out who is saying these things to whom, but you know me. can't resist finding a way to include as much romantic prose (my favorite thing ever to write) as possible in a book where there's otherwise not a big place for it. enjoy these as much as i enjoyed writing them <3

I have had three hundred years with you, but I want more. I will never stop wishing I could learn every corner of your soul, fit them all in mine and keep you to myself. You have become my life’s goal. I don’t care if I do anything else with my life. If I can learn you, make you my life’s work, my legacy, then happily will I do so.

-whisperings of a lover, 160 years ago

I know you’re mad I haven’t told you more about Kelin. I appreciate the way you try to hide it for my sake, but curiosity is in your nature. The morsels I have shared with you are more than I ever thought I would share with anyone when I left. Why would I go through the same pain, the same crime, that landed me an exile? I could learn to control my mouth.

But I do control my mouth. I choose what to share with you. To hear your intake of surprised breath when I share my culture’s secrets with you is priceless, and worth every pain. I have long grappled with this, but know this: I would break every rule for you.

-whisperings of a lover, 70 years ago

All of the grass on Elodan is not softer than your hair. I could happily lose my fingers to it for hours, days. I understand the waves that weave around my fingers better than any ocean I have ever encountered. It is truly unfair how every part of you makes sense to me the way nothing else has.

-whisperings of a lover, 171 years ago

The golden nectar of legend, love. That’s what you are. Your presence in our little cabin are an entirely different topic, but nothing quite compares to the mythical golden rivers of heaven I see in your face. I have no need of heaven when you can bring it right to me.

-whisperings of a lover, 240 years ago

You save me, my love. No one has ever saved me the way you do. Your hands on my back bring me back down when I float away, and the molten heat of your kiss brings about an entirely different sort of weightlessness.

I should stop speaking now.

-whisperings of a lover, 29 years ago

Your eyes light up when you’re excited, or deep in a project that is consuming your whole soul the way you have plundered mine. There is so much spirit to you, love. You are a force like the sun, eternal and unstoppable. The day your light dims is the day I fade with you.

-whisperings of a lover, 197 years ago

wtwc taglist (lmk to be added/removed): @magic-is-something-we-create @47crayons @saltwaterbells @piyawrites @faithfire @chaotic-queer-disaster @ren-c-leyn @worldbuildng

#my writing #writing #writeblr #my wip #fantasy #fantasy writeblr #bean's excerpts #excerpt from my wip #fantasy writing #lila's wips: wtwc #fiction #original fiction

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onesweetdreampodcast · 3 years

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In one of your earlier episodes, you mentioned J/G/R's testimony in the high court case, and that it had been disingenuous in some way. Do you recall in what way, exactly? Or if not, do you remember the source you got that take from? (ie please dont make me read the actual court transcripts...lol) Love you guys! keep being awesome!

Hello! Thank you! :) I believe this issue was discussed in my conversation with Erin Torkelson Weber—although I'm sure we addressed it in the Breakup Series as well (btw to answer another message, part 2 of my conversation with Erin will be up in the next month).

The gist of what John, George, and Ringo communicated/implied was that the band COULD continue if only Paul would be reasonable and accept Klein; that it was Paul who was breaking up the Beatles with his diva-like behavior and unreasonable demands. Erin argues they did this for PR reasons, I would argue that there is evidence to support the possibility that John, George, and Ringo would have been open to a reconciliation. On the other hand, they lied through their teeth in their affidavits so...? Still, lying on their affidavits doesn’t eliminate the possibility that they would have been open to discussions with Paul had he bowed and accepted Klein. Since then, writers have backed the assertion that Paul broke up the Beatles WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY PROMOTING the story that John 100% quit the Beatles first, effectively breaking up the band (as was his right as commander-in chief/leader-at-every-moment Lennon). I don't know why WHY authors are so sure that John was out in September 1969...but I guess that gives him the agency while also blaming McCartney?

Excerpt from the Beatles and the Historians: "Lennon, pivoting away from the Lennon Remembers interview of only a few months earlier, also argued that while McCartney was acting selfishly and unreasonably any personal or musical disagreements between them could be overcome. In stark contrast to Lennon's statements to Rolling Stone that there was "not a chance" of the Beatles recording together again, Lennon declared that the group still could perform as a functioning unit once McCartney simply bowed to the majority rule and accepted Klein. (Diana's comment: McCartney disputed the “majority rule” concept, arguing that traditionally Beatles’ decisions were unanimous; McCartney also quoted the song GOD to prove that Lennon no longer identified with the group). From Doggett (who I don't recommend, nevertheless his book contains good information): " Lennon's affidavit...from our earliest days in Liverpool, George and I on the one hand and Paul on the other had different musical tastes. Paul preferred "pop type" music and we preferred what is now called "underground". This may have led to arguments, particularly between Paul and George, but the contrast in our tastes, I am sure, did more good than harm, musically speaking, and contributed to our success.' The truth was being stretched beyond the laws of physics. The contrast of 'musical tastes' was not only inaccurate and intended to denigrate McCartney's work, but Lennon's claim that he welcomed the mix of styles was sharply at odds with his scathing comments about his partner in his recent Rolling Stone interview. Fortunately for Lennon, the magazine's distribution network did not extend to the High Court." From Erin's book again (The Historians and the Beatles): "The testimony of all four Beatles, which quickly became public, made a lasting impression on the public perception of the group's artistry and its inner workings. As with Lennon Remembers, parts of Trial testimony were used by Beatle's' writers for decades to explain the group's working relationship as well as its dissolution, but few authors addressed the very real agendas or omissions that the testimony contained. There were no irresolvable conflicts within the Beatles; and while Lennon, Harrison, and Starr wanted to save the band, McCartney wanted to end it. This was the initial version of the breakup that searched into the public consciousness. ...at the time McCartney's distrust of Klein was widely viewed as unreasonable — reporters described it as "irrational" while Lennon, Harrison, and Starr's reluctance to being managed by McCartney's in-laws, the Eastmans, was perfectly understandable. ... McCartney had unequivocally won the first crucial round in the Beatles legal battle, even if he now found himself hated by the press, the fans and the other band members Klein, unable to personally defend himself at the trial, went on a press offensive, ...he identifies McCartney as the instigator "if anyone broke up the Beatles, it was him" and does not mention Lennon's September 1969 departure. He downplays the intimacy of the men's friends, blaming McCartney's behavior for any distance "every time John let his guard down McCartney hurt him" — and pronounces Lennon's supremacy in the Lennon/McCartney partnership"John had written most of the stuff. Kelin repeatedly reassures reads of Lennon, Harrison and Starr's personal and professional happiness and their eagerness to credit him for it. Kelin portrays himself as a champion of artists...Klein repeated many of these arguments in his interview with peter McCabe. He attributed their loss at the trial not to legitimate questions regarding his financial deals but to his "anti-establishment" status, buttressing his and Lennon's reputation as rock and roll rebels. Reinforcing the message that the major disagreement lay with the Eastmans. He reassured everyone he would be happy to accept McCartney back and speculated that it would take two years for the other man to see the error of his ways.

#One Sweet Dream Podcast #The Beatles Trial #The Beatles Breakup #The Breakup Series #Akom #erin torkelson weber #Historians and the Beatles

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deborahdeshoftim5779 · 3 years

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The man pictured above is Andrei Kelin, Russia’s ambassador to the UK.

In an interview with journalist Andrew Marr, he chose to accuse Navalny of breaking rules, instead of explaining why the opposition politician has been sequestered away from proper medical assistance and subjected to torture.

But when Andrew Marr pointed out that Russia’s own legal system allows prisoners to pay for medical care, Kelin had no answer. You can see this pathetic and wicked liar fumbling for something to say, before avoiding the issue altogether.

Kelin also falsely claimed that prison medical staff had confirmed Navalny’s condition, denied Navalny being woken up on an hourly basis at night, used the classic Kremlin tactic of deflecting to other high-profile prisoners, and accused Navalny of being a hooligan.

President Putin is a wicked man. But so are people like Andrei Kelin, who conduct interviews and tell the most egregious lies in a calm voice.

Kelin knows he is lying. He knows that the Kremlin is obstructing proper medical care to Navalny.

This reminds me of when Andrew Marr interviewed a Chinese diplomat, who insisted that Uyghur Muslims were not being transported to concentration camps. Andrew Marr then posted a picture of men with shaven heads being loaded onto trains. The diplomat, whose name I do not care to research, claimed he did not know the source of that picture and continued in his denials.

Evil triumphs when calm and respectable people choose to lie on behalf of wicked people. Kelin, along with enablers like Dmitri Peskov and RT, are evil people.

I give full support to Russians protesting this Wednesday against the detainment and abuse of Alexei Navalny.

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ask-de-writer · 4 years

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IDOL TIMES (1 part), a Classical Fantasy

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IDOL TIMES

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

1988 words

written 2003

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“The thieves of Istar are a bunch of lowlife cowards,” declared Rumol, as he snagged a beer from a passing server’s tray. The server noticed the theft, so he tossed a copper fluket onto the tray.

“That’s the kind of talk that gets folk from Kelin beat to a pulp in Istar,” replied Durson mildly from the next bench. “We’re as brave as any thieves that you will find.” He reached over and took a swig from Rumol’s beer. “Now, suppose that you clear up that claim that you made.”

“Simplicity itself,” retorted Rumol, retrieving his beer. “Look about you. You see thieves on hard times. The whole country is in a depression. Nothing to steal that’s worth the theft, you say. Nonsense! The temple of the Chained One stands ripe for the plucking! It’s a whole orchard of treasures and you are starving! I rest my case.”

“You tell us nothing new. Where does the cowardice come from?”

“Why,” said Rumol indignantly, “if you know about a prize like that, and you don’t take it, what other reason can there be?”

“You might try prudence. We are not as stupid as you think us. The Chained One’s temple is guarded day and night by vigilant priests with pike and spear. The treasures cannot be had - bribery has been tried and failed.”

“Perhaps you have not noticed that the temple is only locked, not guarded, on the night of the full moon. The priests retreat to tightly locked quarters. There is a large round hole in the nave roof. It is the perfect time to make a small expedition, using simple skills, for great reward.”

“You are out of what passes for your mind! The Chained One is unchained on that night! Other thieves have tried what you suggest. None has returned. The Chained One is always in a different position after the full moon.”

“It will be safe,” scornfully stated Rumol. “See this?” He held up a chip of stone, smooth on one side. “It came from the Chained One̓s reverend rear, this afternoon. Common stone, very well worked, it is true, but stone nonetheless. If folk disappeared, they must have left a priest hidden inside the temple. We need only take a crossbow and pick him off through the hole in the roof.”

“None of us will help you,” replied Durson. “You still haven’t explained how the Chained One moves.”

“Preserve me from fools!” exclaimed Rumol. “The figure is probably jointed. The priests sneak back through a tunnel and rearrange it.”

“And the live pony that they leave for a sacrifice?”

“You just heard me say that they have a tunnel. They lead it out and sell it, or save it to use again.”

“Well, you have a glib answer for everything. We have lived here all of our lives. We will not risk it.”

“Then you confirm my first statement - you are cowards. I will see to the treasures myself. Don’t expect any share from me,” declared Rumol. “The local guild can do without my dues if I can’t get help.”

Rumol stood, a bit unsteadily, and strode out of the tavern. A few blocks down the street, on the way to his lodgings, he ran into some “friends”. Guild enforcers. One took his arms from behind, while the other faced him. “Heard some talk about a little rat not payin’ his dues,” he said through his Guild mask. “This may help you to reconsider.” He hauled back his arm for a mighty blow to the stomach.

Rumol erupted. He let the man who was holding his arms support him while he lashed out with both feet. As he connected, he straightened his back and smashed backwards with his head. Both men went down, taking Rumol with them. The fall broke the grip of the man holding him; he got up quickly and, leaving them on the ground, ran to his room.

He paused only long enough to gather his few possessions and go out again, without, of course, paying the landlord. “I’ll avoid the guild’s enforcers by camping in the jungle outside the city for the next few days, until the full moon,” decided Rumol.

Two days of shooing serpents out of his sleeping roll and swatting bugs made him wonder if any job was worth this.

The night of the full moon found Rumol, dressed in black, alongside the Chained One’s temple. Sunset and moonrise were nearly the same time and sun was just gone. He had to hurry. He had attended the ceremonial Unchaining only two hours ago. What he had seen had confirmed most of his plans.

Checking his equipment, he made sure that he had his small crossbow, a grapnel, rope, jimmy and a variety of bags for packing loot quietly away. Swinging the grapnel, Rumol heaved it at the top of the wall.

If there were any gods (Rumol had his doubts) they were with him. The hook caught on the coping at the first cast. He was up the rope like a serpent up a vine. Pulling the rope up after him made him reasonably safe from the city watch. The moon began to rise in a nimbus of orange glow at the horizon as he crept in a leisurely way across the roof to the large round hole. Spaced about it were plinths, each supporting a representation of a major moon phase.

Testing these for security, Rumol looped his rope about one. He tied it by wrapping the rope twice about the shank of the grapnel and letting the rope fall between the hooks. Simple, secure, and to be unfastened in an instant, if need be.

With owl’s eyes Rumol searched the temple for hidden priests. Seeing none, he let down the rope, with the bags tied to it as a decoy. Still nothing. Taking no chances, he cocked his crossbow and carried it in the crook of his left arm, as he lowered himself to the floor. The pony whikkered hopefully.

Rumol strode over to where the pony was tied, for his one minor last-minute change in plan. He stroked the pony’s nose and gave it a carrot. That attended to, he set about his work.

All of the altar-ware had been put away in stout cabinets. A few minutes’ work with his jimmy laid the cabinets open to his gaze. There, before his eyes, was the wealth that those fools were afraid to come for. So far, the job had been absurdly simple. Carefully packing each gold or silver vessel into its own smaller sack, he then put them all into a large bag. He left the candlesticks. They were brass.

His next target was the vestry where the jeweled robes, miters, censors, and other priestly gear were kept. The several services that he had attended told him which door to attack. It had only a small spring lock which broke at once under his educated assault. The cabinets where the priestly goods were kept fared no better. Soon, all were looted and their contents resided in Rumol’s bags.

As he emerged into the nave, he saw that the moonlight was partway up the idol. Its two lower eyes glittered green. Emeralds of that size would never happen, but they might be peridots or beryl. Any faceted stones that large would be worth a king’s ransom.

Never one to leave a job half done, Rumol began to climb the idol. Placing feet on huge haunch, thence to paunch, forearm and then to shoulder, he finally straddled the mighty muzzle. The Moonlight clearly showed the two lower eyes to be set in a cement that matched the stone perfectly. It was modeled to resemble eyelids. In a few moments the moonlight would reach the third eye, too. Rumol set to work on the lower right eye.

Just then, the moonlight came to the third eye, and the muzzle tilted as the great head shifted. The eyes blinked. A deep soft voice rumbled, “Please get that thing out of my eye.”

Hanging on for his life, Rumol squeeked in fright, “Let me down! I didn’t know that you were alive! I’ll just get my things and leave you in peace.”

“You do that,” the deep voice said. Great paws set him gently on the floor.

Quickly, he gathered his loot and began to climb the rope. The huge paws seized him gently but irresistibly, and separated him from the rope. “You said that you would take your things and go. Those things are mine.”

Rumol almost squeaked in fright, “Don’t eat me! Please!”

“Eat you?” the idol answered in surprise, “I would never do that! Where ever did you get that idea?”

“Everybody says that you eat a pony - and any thieves - every moon.” Rumol shook his head, “I didn’t believe them.”

“Well, the pony is my dinner, that’s true,” the idol held him closer to its eyes which were now thoroughly lively, “but I don’t often get a guest to talk to. The priests never stay anymore. They know that their spells keep me from escaping this room as long as my body is stone, which is not likely to change anytime soon.” The idol paused in thought and a devious expression came and went from its massive visage.

“You went to a great deal of trouble and danger to get these things, didn’t you?”

Enfolded in the mighty paws of the idol, Rumol contented himself with a nod of agreement.

The Idol set him down in front of the altar. It carefully emptied out all of Rumol’s booty. “I see that you have even taken the lunar divination die of silver and ivory. If you will stay and talk, I will give you a chance to win some or all of the of these things. Let us play for what you have taken. Each of us will roll in turn. The one whose phase is closest to full wins. Waxing phase is higher than waning. The blank new moon always loses. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

The game progressed swiftly. Sometimes the advantage was with Rumol, sometimes with the idol. Eventually, chance alloted all the loot to the idol. Rumol stood dejected.

He brightened when the idol proposed, “One more pass? All or nothing?”

“Certainly. You’re the best winner that I have ever known. Anyone can be a good loser. Graceful winning is the test.” Taking the die, Rumol threw a waxing gibbous moon. The idol promptly made its throw. A full moon came up. The idol took Rumol gently and said, “You lose. As you have nothing else to give, look into my third eye.” Rumol did as he was bidden; he really had no choice.

Rumol felt a great disorientation and confusion; there was the impression of something dark going up, near him. His right eye hurt. He felt hungry and felt a stiffening all over. There was an intense urge to get up on the altar. As the moonlight faded, he got stiffer and the urge to get onto the altar got stronger, until he could not resist it any longer. Gazing longingly at the pony, he got up on the altar. With the last of the moonlight, consciousness waned on the thought that he was going to be very hungry by the next full moon.

The next morning the priests were surprised at what they found. A young acolyte exclaimed, “This is terrible! The Chained One has refused the pony! Look, there he stands. I pray you, lord priest, what does it mean?”

“Use your eyes, young man,” the priest replied sonorously. “See you not the bags, the jimmy, the broken cabinets? Another fool has tried to rob us.

“Now, while we priests replace the chains, you acolytes clean up the mess. Be sure that things are put away properly and then run get a carpenter to fix these cabinets.”

-THE END-

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lebensmoode · 4 years

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22 - 23/366

Dear God,

I honestly don't want to be far away from You. I know that You have mercy, kindness, and perfect system of Your own kingdom.

Hamba hanya tida suka dengan manusia yang membuat aturanMu menjadi aturan yang tidak manusiawi di mata orang lain.

Jadi semalem pas balik dari gawean, rumah cuma dihuni sama adek bungsu, sisanya pada melayap. Trus gue iseng nonton tv, acara Tukul. Muncul lah ustad yang dari Bandung itu. Duh gue lupa nama beliau. Ustad gaul gitu pokoknya, yg kalo ngomong tuh cool bin jleb bagi mojang bujang.

Gak lama dari dia buka acara, trus tibatiba nyerempet ke suami-istri (karena kebetulan guest nya si mba Fitrop sama Gina Jeung Kelin beserta suamik). Sebelum si Tukul keluar, si ustad tutup monolognya dengan bilang:

"Dosa besar itu rentan terjadi di malam hari. Saat suami bilang 'Mah..' lalu istri jawab 'Moh...' *audience ketawa* Naaah dosa besar itu."

Mon maap bahlul, gue langsung ganti chanel.

No need to explain lah ya? Hah? Perlu juga?

*tarek oksigen*

Gini loh akhi akhi yang budiman,

Gausah lah dikaitkan dengan dosa besar, kecil, medium, extra large. Prakteknya, if it does happen, when you really want to have sex with her, and she says 'not now' due to some personal reasons,

Will you force her?

If you did then it might consider a rape.

Am i wrong?

How come it is a rape. She's my wife.

Ya, she is. So tell me- when you are married, does it mean you need no more consent in doing anything with your partner? Do you feel like you can control over your partner's body, life, and emotion, just because you guys have married?

If all is yes, are you married with a partner or a slave? :)

Bro. Justru karena dia istrimu, engkau sudah seharusnya menghargainya, bukan? Bahagianya, keputusannya, mimpinya, perasaannya; they all matter, bukan? And so are yours to her.

Kalo beneran pengen banget, and she refuses, tolong. Jangan banjiri dengan "dosa besar loh kalo gamau." Duh Gusti. I believe God creates this rule not for being used this way.

Dibujuk coba. Dengerin alasannya. Kasih pengertian. Kasih apa yang dia butuhin saat itu. If it's clear and she may be back to normal again, you can ask her again. She may say yes, i believe.

Jadi tolong bantu jawab.

Is it too good to be true? Is it too much to ask? Apa cuma berlaku di drama aja, kalo di realita mah gak mungkin ada married couple yang begitu?

Mon maap ya, jadi kurang suka aja ketika pemuka agama bahan ceramahnya ituuu mulu. Yang di-highlight tin dosa besarnya istri kalo gamau gituan. Gapeduli mau suaminya soleh, gak kasih nafkah, tukang mabok, tukang judi, maen cewek. Tetep kalo istri nolak mah d.o.s.a.b.e.s.a.r.

Hadu. Pusing.

Siap siap dihujad ukhti ukhti dan akhi akhi lu wa.

#30haribercerita #2020story #jan2020

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kelin-is-writing · 12 days

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𝓚 𝓮 𝓵 𝓲 𝓷 ’ 𝓼 𝓡 𝓾 𝓵 𝓮 𝓼!

✧… all characters as written as 20+

✧… this is primarily a character x reader blog, i do not write for ships so i ask of you guys to please not request any of the ships. thank you!

✧… i write mostly fem!reader and gn!reader because i’ve got more experience with them, i apologize in advance 🙏🏻

✧… i will try always my best to write of reader as neutral when it comes to the skin color, because i want and wish for everyone to have a good time while reading what i write.

✧… the characters i write for are listed down here:

dabi (primarily), mr. compress, shigaraki.

for now only them, but the list can get updated at any time in future as i’ll learn to write more about other characters too.

✧… i will not write for the following things:

incest, pseudo-incest, rape/dub-con, yandere, pedophilia, grooming, raceplay, piss kink, scat, blood play, necrophilia, pet play, toxic relationship, abusive relationship, hard gore, bdsm, cnc, gang bang/orgies, a/b/o dynamics (too confusing…).

✧… do not repost, copy, translate or alter my works please. i also ask of you to not use them for any ai bots, especially without my permission, thanks.

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stxrmylxve · 11 months

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ᴍɪɴx, 2ᴡᴇɴᴛʏ, ᴠɪʀɢᴏ ʙᴀʙʏ, ɢᴇᴛᴏ'ꜱ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ ʙᴇᴀʀ ♥

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ? (rules)

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for kelin 🛐

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ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇꜱ :

character ai

↳ Requests: open | Thirsts/rambles: always open~

↳ Inbox: 1/10…

(red dripping divider credits to @benkeibear ♥)

#masterlist #best viewed in lighter themes #like if you read the rules please

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veiled-legacy · 5 years

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When I Woke Up

A SWTOR story set during the early chapters of KOTFE.

She was asleep for five years and he flooded her thoughts the moment she woke up. After seeing his name on that message, she doesn’t know how to react. What does it mean to dream about someone?

(A romance/friendship story with my Inquisitor/Theron and Koth is becoming a good friend on the Zakuul surface)

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When I Woke Up

It did all feel like a crazy dream. Once again having a sadistic madman in my head mumbling promises of power and seemingly unattainable freedom. Currently residing in a legendary space ship that’s framed into the earth of this strange planet. Watching Marr die. Watching as I stabbed my lightsaber straight through the emperor, no, Valkorion’s chest. Waking up to find, not my ship and my crew… my family, but Lana. Five years. Force, did I wish this was all a crazy dream.

Once everything settled down on the gravestone I decided to check my messages to see if anyone in my crew had tried to contact me over the years. Nothing. Not one message from my crew, but there was a letter from someone I did not suspect.

Theron Shan.

From: Theron Shan Subject: For when you wake up

I’ve written this message twice now. Okay, more than twice. Kinda weird writing something that may never be read. Lana says you’re locked in carbonite, but alive. (Yeah, we’re in touch. Long story.) I like to think you’re having one crazy dream. And maybe I’m in it. But I don’t want to presume. We never really declared what this—you and me—is… was…. Have I mentioned I’m bad at relationships? Another reason I’m a workaholic.

I’m rambling. The point I’m trying to make is—whatever’s between us, I want you to know that I care about you. A lot. The whole galaxy’s lost its mind. The thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that you’re out there, and we’re putting together a plan to rescue you. I might not be there—we’ve all got our parts to play—but I haven’t forgotten about you or our time together. I never will.

A crazy dream… and he’s in it? What we are? We all have our parts to play… our time together…

“Hey, you all set to go?” a voice and hand on my shoulder bolted me out of my thoughts as I quickly turned to see Koth with one hand on the large bag hung over his shoulder and his other hand gently resting on his blaster. His demeanor was easier going and more humorous than I was used to. This coming from a member of the dark council who has a pirate, a very confused Jedi, a blood thirsty Kaleesh, a century old shadow killer and an artifact obsessed historian as her crew. After five years, I could only hope they were all doing well. “Hey, are you okay?”

Koth displayed a certain level of concern on his face which puzzled me. I was a master in many things regarding the force: persuasion techniques, lightning storms, corruption. However, I was a mere acolyte when it came to understanding people.

I was sold into slavery at 9-years-old by my parents. They sold me for money to buy spice, which I discovered years later, ended up killing them. After being sold into slavery, I started working the streets by stealing as much as I could to make money for my master. If I came back without enough, I was beaten. If I was caught, I was beaten. If I came back with too much and upstaged the other kids, I was beaten. Another slave, Kelin, was the only other person who I could remotely resemble as a friend. We shared our small portions of food with each other, tried to double on our blankets at night to keep each other warm and tried to come up with excuses to keep the other from trouble. When our master got Kelin killed, I tore him apart. The Sith who discovered the bloody aftermath explained that I couldn’t have stopped it even if I wanted to. The anger inside of me called upon the force that I hadn’t used since birth and caused the lightning that shot from my fingers to mangle him in two.

I was 17 when that Sith took me in to be his slave instead. He trained me enough to keep my power at bay so there was no chance I could split him in two as well. That lasted until I was 21. Someone on the council, who was never identified, had him killed. That’s when they sent me to Korriban to start my real training. That seems a millennium ago now. Receiving any form of genuine emotion leaves me with nothing but confusion. Even with my crew. I talked to Ashara often about many things. She’s the reason I started questioning the Sith and their code. Though I would never consider myself a Jedi, I’m not sure I could consider myself a Sith now either. Andronikos is probably the one person who could get me to actually smile, and that’s because there was no bullshit in our relationship. We drank, we talked about the past and played pazaak. That was it. He was never a touchy-feely person either which is why it worked. Then of course you have the other three in my company. Talos is a good man, but not much for personal conversations. Xalek and Khem, well… Koth is one of the only people I’ve spent time with who actually seems… normal? Other than…

“Of course. Where are we headed to?” I knew we needed parts for the ship, but I left the planning to Koth since he knows the Gravestone better than Lana or I.

“Right… well, I’m reading a lot of different signatures on the surface. Once we leave this beauty, I’ll have a better idea of what I’m looking at here.”

“Then the surface is where we shall go.” Koth gave a quick nod before following my lead off the Gravestone. Our boots echoed across the metal floor of the ship. Static and sporadic electrical trills sounded from the other rooms. She had a long way to go before she was ready to fly again. Once on the surface, Koth lead the way to where he thought the different parts would be. We ran into a few of the creatures lingering around the swampy area, but they were easily disposed of.

A crazy dream… what exactly did his message mean? Yes, Theron and I had a relationship of sort. I flirted, he flirted back. I kissed him, he kissed back. We fought and planned well together, but what did that all mean?

In the past I had slept with many men, but not with the notion that I would ever see them again after the deed was done. Theron was different. Of course, we hadn’t slept together, when would we have had time? While drowning in pirates on Rishi? While fighting off Revan on Yavin? During the destruction of Ziost? No. He was right. There was never a time to talk about what we were. I can’t say I never thought of it. I usually never gave a second thought for the men who frequently walked in and out of my life, but Theron kept coming back. Why did he keep coming back? Why would he be in my dreams?

“Hello… philosopher? Are you still alive in there? The carbonite didn’t fully damage your brain did it?” Koth’s voice brought me back to the task at hand again. As I looked at him I was once again faced with the same look of concern he gave on the Gravestone. Similar to the look Theron gave me before the fight on Yavin. The look he gave me when he found me on Ziost.

“Philosopher?” I questioned.

“Ah! So, you are still alive! Good. Yeah, philosopher. I don’t know, you’ve had the same look stuck on your face since I picked you up on Zakuul. It’s like you’re constantly thinking about something. Philosophers constantly think about stuff don’t they?”

“In the simplest of definitions yes. They seek wisdom or enlightenment.”

“Well that definitely rules you out then,” I thought Koth’s cheeks would split open from the smirk that appeared on his face.

“Excuse me. Are you implying I am neither wise nor enlightened?”

“I’m just saying you’re currently running around, knee deep in force knows what, searching for ship parts to repair a century old ship that’s stuck in the ground with a guy you hardly know so we can go force knows where to save the galaxy from certain evil. Wise and enlightened are not words I would use in this situation.”

The laughter came out before I could stop it. Koth’s eyes widened as he stumbled back into a mud pile, quickly causing him to fall straight into a pond of murky jade water. His mouth dropped open as his arms held his blaster and half of the large bag over his head above the foot of water he was currently soaking in. My mouth shut as I tried to contain the laughter bouncing around in my chest. I efficiently called upon the force to lift him out of the water and place him on his two feet on dry land. I wrapped one arm across my chest and the other arm covered my mouth.

“I do apologize. I understand I am a grave force to be reckoned with, but I did not think a simple laugh could knock a man off his feet.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t expect a philosopher to laugh so we’re both a little shocked here.” Koth grabbed pinches of his pants as he shook as much of the water off as he could.

“Have you ever been in love, Koth?” I asked simply.

Koth stopped in his tracks and glanced at me in his bent over position. “Come again?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

Straightening up, he cleared his throat a bit before placing the bag at his feet and crossing his arms across his chest in a manner that stated he was more uncomfortable than defensive. He picked at his jacket a bit as he swayed slightly back and forth. Turning his head to the side and scrunching his eyebrows he responded, “Huh, I don’t think so. Looking back, I’ve always been too busy to ever think about it. Flying has kind of been my life for so many years, no one has ever been able to compare.” Nodding, I looked slightly to the ground, my thoughts back to the letter. Back to the idea of dreaming about Theron. “Uh, why do you ask? Is this some philosophical question?”

Looking back at him, I smirked before thinking about how I wanted to pose this predicament I was in. Explaining battle plans or possible tactical advantages was second nature to me now. I sometimes dream about different battle scenarios, but I’ve never given a thought about what it would mean to dream about a man. To dream about Theron. To want to.

“No. Just curiosity.”

“Curiosity… right.” Koth picked up the bag and dropped it across his shoulder again before looking at the scanner on his wrist to see if he could pick up any other parts nearby. “Well, out of curiosity, have you ever been in love?”

“That is what I am curious about.” I wasn’t quite sure why I was saying these things to Koth or why I even thought this should be a conversation to have now. I do know I lost five years in that prison. Five years of teaching Ashara and Xalek. Five years of drinks I could have had with Andronikos while playing Pazaak in the cockpit of our ship. Five years of stories from Talos. Five years of glorious victories with Khem. Five years… five years of figuring out what this is with Theron. I missed five years.

Kelin once told me I should smile more and open up to others. He said keeping everything to myself and never confiding in those around me would end up killing me. He said it would cause my deepest scars. Of course, he said this after he received his third beating that day, while I hand fed him his dinner in our cold pathetic excuse for living quarters. But more than his wounds, it worried him that I was too closed off. That I was going to live the rest of my life with words unsaid. Maybe that’s why I was opening up to Koth. Maybe I was finally too tired to carry these scars around alone.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Once Koth spoke again, he was right in front of me. His hand was gently touching the armor on my shoulder as he looked right at me, no more concern on his face. It was replaced with genuine interest and… friendship.

“Later.” I patted his arm twice before walking ahead of him to return to our original mission. He didn’t question nor pester. His steps fell right behind me as we walked quietly across the swamp floor once more. Right now, that was enough. There would be time to talk about Theron. With luck, I would be able to talk to Theron again. For now, we need to find parts for this ship, get it in the sky, get an army and take Arcann off that throne.

“Koth?”

“Yeah philosopher?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For making me laugh.”

The footsteps stopped behind me.

“Anytime, Kyehna.”

From: Kyehna Subject: For when I see you again

I will be honest from the start and tell you I have written this message a thousand times. When Lana told me five years had passed, I panicked for the first time since I was a child. I did not know how to feel or what to think. Strangely, my first thoughts were of you. Logically, it should have been of my crew or the council. It should have been of the empire. No, instead, I had thoughts of you. They vanished quickly as I was then being chased by Arcann and his entire army, but that story has already been told. If it is not one tyrannical emperor, it is another.

Theron. I do hope you are well. I care for you more than I would dare admit, but you are right. We all have a role to play in this. Lana got me out and has been a vital adviser every step of the way. Koth is a brilliant pilot and strong voice for this cause. Senya has had information that could turn this war in our favor. Even HK has been shooting as many of our enemies down as possible. What I am trying to say is, whatever your role is in all of this, I understand. I can only hope that you come to me in one piece when you are done. Until then, I will wait for you.

I always will.

#swtor #fanfiction #sith inquisitor #Theron Shan #koth vortena #kyehna #romance #friendship #picture at the bottom for reference #my oc #it's all done!#please let me know any thoughts on it if you read it!#it's been so long since i wrote anything #and i've haven't gotten this excited about any writing in years #hope you like this!#when i woke up

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teenageread · 3 years

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Review: A Good War

Synopsis:

The IPCC's 2018 report told us in no uncertain terms that the world has just 10 years to at least halve our greenhouse gas emissions if we are to have a hope of holding global warming to a 1.5 degrees celsius increase. Canada is nowhere near meeting its climate mitigation targets, and radical change to the way we live and work must happen at high speed, but how are we ever to do this?

Well, we've actually done it before. During the Second World War, Canadians and their government completely remade the economy -- retooling factories, transforming the workforce, and creating common cause among Canadians for the war effort.

In A Good War, author and activist Seth Klein looks at the WWII strategies and shows how they can be repurposed today for a rapid transition. He demonstrates that this change can create jobs and reduce inequality while tackling our climate obligations. From enlisting broad public support to new economic models, from new job creation to investment in green infrastructure, Klein shows us a bold, practical policy plan for a zero-carbon Canada.

Plot:

During World War Two, Canada changed its economy to support the war, support soldiers who fought, supply economic means for those who stayed behind and could contribute to the world, and how William Lyon Mackenzie King did not follow the rules and was able to keep Canada afloat during these hard times. Seth Klein uses their knowledge about World War Two and applies it to current-day Canada as we are facing the climate war. Because Climate Change is a war, one we are all fighting, and one that needs strong leadership to get us through it. This book is not science-based, more policy, as Kelin takes readers through the political heroes of World War Two, how average Canadians helped through victory gardens, and how these lessons from the past can help Canada currently, as we [as a nation] need to undergo a change to do our part in the IPCC’s mission to prevent climate change.

Thoughts:

A much-needed novel for every Canadian, Seth Klein does an excellent job connecting past actions to what we currently need to happen. Klein starts the novel by talking about what they have done, their previous work in activism, their avoidance of history to then loving the subject and wrote this book to explain how the past, especially World War Two, can help change the future. Yes, another book about climate change, with this one has Klein straying away from the actual science and moving more into the policy side of this new war we are facing. Climate change is no longer a scientific theory, it’s happening and we can see it, now it is a political movement that requires governments to shake up the system. Using the work of C.D. Howe and William Lyon Mackenzie King, Klein’s rationale that we need leaders who are not afraid to go against the norm and push our country towards the best it can be. With twelve chapters within four parts, Klein’s latest copy includes an epilogue on the COVID-19 pandemic, and how it is affecting the climate and governments to how they conduct business. For this book, it is good if you like history, want to see a new take on what World War Two has taught the world, an environmentalist, or simply a person wanting to know more. Klein’s easy writing makes this large novel fly by quickly and can change your mind on how you see the government, the climate, and how the mobilization of everyday citizens can change the world.