will release my casual furniture mod along with a small wallpaper/flooring pack so itll match somehow 

Prompt 4: Baleful

At 16 years old Livana Fallenruth had lived what she'd considered an impossibly boring life. She lived in the freezing wasteland of Western Coerthas on the outskirts of an incredibly small settlement where everybody knew each other's names and no one bothered to say them because it was too damn cold to hold a prolonged conversation. She didn't even live in Ishgard. At least if she lived there there would be things to do. At least there were people there… not that she had any idea how to interact with them.

"Hi. So. How do you feel about plants and animals? Because wow. I love them. And that's really all I know about!" just didn't strike her as the riveting pinnacle of conversational genius that she'd want it to be.

Not that that mattered much. The times she and her twin sister Nyra had gone to the city for supplies (always arriving and leaving later than they thought they would because time management was not their forte) she felt as though she wasn't even there anyway. No one noticed when she tried to talk to them because they were too busy trying to talk to her radiantly charismatic twin sister instead. Liv thought that should make her feel more comfortable, that not even being required to speak would make the excitement of being in the city less awkward for her. But it didn't. It annoyed her. Why did people gravitate towards Nyra like a moth to the flame and why did they treat Liv more like a fly buzzing around their ears?

"Stop giving me that look," her sister would say. "Or your face will freeze that way."

"What way?" Liv would ask.

Then Nyra would do an over-exaggerated mockery of Liv's sour, annoyed expression that always crossed her face when she'd try to ask a stranger for assistance and they'd address their response to her twin instead.

"I don't look like that!" Liv would huff, insulted.

"You look just like that!"

"You'll look worse when I punch you!"

"You'll look worse when I tell Mom and Dad you punched me!"

"Uuuuugh. I hate you!"

"Ha! No you don't! You love me!"

And of course Nyra was right. Even more infuriating than how everyone loved being around her twin was how they were right to feel that way. Liv felt that way too. She had as little choice in the matter as anyone else. Nyra was a flame after all. And it was so fucking cold in Coerthas…

At 16 it's easy to believe that life is destined to be exactly as it is at that moment for the rest of eternity. Relationships will be the same, feelings will be the same, the world will stay the same, and you'll remain the same too. But it doesn't work that way. Not for anyone. And not for the Fallenruth twins.

At 17 Liv started having the dreams. In them she'd wake up in her room but everything was frozen, everything encased in ice except for the big black raven perched on her bedroom dresser. Each time she had the dream it was there waiting for her with a sort of agitated demeanor, as though it had been waiting there for hours for her to arrive and was annoyed she hadn't bothered to apologize for wasting its precious time. 

It wasn't just that every item in the house was frozen, icicles hanging precariously from the ceiling and down from the lips of every bit of furniture, but the people were too. Never in exactly the same place in each dream, but always in the same condition: encased completely in unbreakable ice. And always with the same expression of their faces: somehow looking right at Liv, mouths twisted in scorn, and eyes burning with accusation despite the cold.

But Nyra? She was never frozen. Sometimes Liv would look for her in the dream and sometimes she wouldn't have to. The raven would alight to Liv's shoulder and flap its massive wings when her sister would arrive in the dream and Liv would turn to find her twin staring back at her, same accusatory expression written across her beautiful face. Then Nyra would raise her hand as though to cast a spell and…

Liv would wake up.

Her world only frozen in that every day felt exactly the same and every day was unfathomably cold in Coerthas. 

Liv decided at 18 she was done with the area. She was tired of being overlooked, she was tired of being "oh yeah, that's Nyra's sister", she was tired of the cold. She wanted to be somewhere teeming with sounds and life… but not people. She wanted deep dark forests alive with the sound of birds, insects, and frogs. She wanted babbling brooks and the creaking of ancient oak trees in the wind. She wanted to see animals she'd never seen before and plants she'd never cataloged. 

She moved to the Shroud and like a wilting plant left too long in the shade she bloomed once she found the sun. In the Shroud she disappeared into nature but found herself there too. She no longer felt lost. And without comparisons to her sister she no longer felt superfluous. 

She still missed Nyra. Of course she did. She was the one part of her old life she couldn't stop missing. But she had to get away. She had to put that distance there. She had to step out into her own life. Liv had to live.

At 21 she got the message from her father that they wanted her to come home. It was a messy letter, hastily written, one part full of confusing apologies, one part desperation. Her family rarely wrote to her and when they did it was certainly never like this. It was obvious something was going on. And she needed to go back. She needed help. And immediately. 

And in the biggest regret of her life…

She didn't. 

She waited.

Liv was never on time.

She had been working at Bentbranch Meadows on rehabilitating an injured raven and she was making great progress with it. It had been skittish and outright aggressive to the other workers and only seemed to calm down under Liv's care. Day by day its injured right wing got better and better. Soon it'd be able to fly again. She wanted to be there for that.

Three days after receiving the letter, she was there for that. That early morning was surprisingly cold. A thin fog had settled in the woods obscuring the details of the landscape so that Liv felt she'd stepped into the first layer of a painting or into a dream rather than reality. She moved into the room with Pebble the raven (so named for his obvious affection for his namesake) to see him looking agitated.

As though he'd been waiting for her for hours.

As though she'd wasted his precious time with her delay.

His wings fully healed he alighted to her shoulder and croaked loudly in her ear. And she could have sworn he said "Home."

That solidified it. She rushed back home, out of the comfort of her forests and back into the cold of Western Coerthas, past the settlement, to her family's modest home on the outskirts.

And she watched as her house began to turn to ice. She should have moved the moment she saw it but fear gripped her as steadily as the ice gripped the siding. And she'd always been bad on timing anyway. Five seconds earlier she might have been able to save her mother. Three and maybe her father. But by the time she broke into the downstairs window that had not yet covered in supernatural ice she only had to to save her twin sister.

And she swore the look Nyra gave her when she did that was one she'd never seen on her face save in dreams and when she was mocking Livana in Ishgard.

Anger.

And though afterwards she burst into tears and told Liv how happy she was she'd come and thanked her for getting her out of there… something felt off.

One home lost forever, the Shroud felt lost to her too. They might as well have both been frozen over by whatever that spell was. And as long as her parents were trapped inside, she was trapped by guilt and the paranoia that her twin sister, who everyone loved, herself most of all, hated her.

In Liv's mind, Nyra's face had frozen forever to what she'd seen inside the house: scornful lips and baleful gaze.

a month of sundays - part two

pairing: nishinoya x fem!reader (slight oikawa x reader later on)

summary: in a period of stress and tight scheduling, kiyoko asks you to step up as manager for the boy’s volleyball team until she can get back on her feet.  words: 3.4k warnings: swearing, small bit of angst

a/n: this is my third time trying to post this and i’m slightly perturbed. i also really want to work on the mafia fic AND a smau so... we’ll see how things go. 

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Kiyoko told Coach Ukai that you had accepted the position, and he was relieved nonetheless. Apparently he assumed you--for whatever reason--were going to say no--which you were--, and he had been panicking to find a replacement. But you hadn’t denied, to both his shock and yours. “Damn,” you mumbled to yourself as you started towards the main gym building. You had changed into your athletic-wear back at home, and although the sun was warm against your back, the breeze was cool, sending goosebumps down your warms. You wished that you had brought a sweater. 

It was your first early morning practice with the boys--your first practice as manager. The thought still terrified you, and as you pushed on those heavy double doors, you reevaluated exactly how good of a situation you were getting in, or how bad. “Heads!” Tanaka shrieked as soon as you stepped inside the gym, and you ducked last minute, narrowly missing the yellow and blue volleyball that rocketed past your head.  “Wanting to obliterate me already?” You straightened, brushing your hair out of your eyes to spot the culprit. The ball bounced off the wall, then skittered across the floor, landing at the feet of a very flustered Asahi. His face reddened as he picked it up. “I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, his face pinching up in concern. Sugawara chuckled behind him as he practiced his sets, the ball seeming to float above his fingertips.  You laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I think it’s something I’ll have to get used to.” Again. Something you would have to get used to again.

“You trying to rip off her head or something?” Nishinoya yelled from across the court, and Asahi dipped his head. 

“He didn’t mean to,” you chuckled, letting the doors close behind you. Nishinoya threw a ball into the air, then caught it behind his back, his eyes on you. “I knew you’d come back,” he said, a smirk toying at his lips. “You just missed me so much, didn’t you?”

No, no you hadn’t. No, you didn’t know Nishinoya very well. No, you wouldn’t consider yourself friends. Yes, he was annoying, but also shockingly good looking. You hadn’t noticed it at the practice previously, but his figure had changed. He wasn’t much taller, much a couple of inches, but he had filled out a lot more than you liked to admit. His shoulders were broader, biceps tugging at the material of his tight white shirt, and when he rolled out the kinks in his neck the veins above his Adam's apple swelled. You tried not to stare, but it was unexpected, although you knew that the team had started to hit the gym more often recently. Once you had seen Asahi at the bottom of your street when you were getting home from work. He had explained how exhausted everyone was, but he had also expressed how he believed it was going to pay off. 

Clearly it had. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “In your dreams.”

You dropped your things outside one of the office’s, your movements slow and controlled. You were cautious. You were nervous. You were just trying to put one foot in front of the other. You didn’t want to freak out, or to seem like some weird fill-in manager chick who couldn’t keep her act together. You just wanted to make it through, one day at a time. “You ready kid?” Ukai asked, his voice making you flinch. You hadn’t even noticed that he had entered the gym, but you knew what it meant: it was official. Once you started you couldn’t just back down, mostly for the sake of your own pride. The boys would know that you didn’t have the guts, and Kiyoko would know too. She was an amazingly supportive friend, but you didn’t want her to see you break. You had received a text from her over the weekend expressing her gratitude. She wasn’t an overly animated person, so you knew that for her to be so thankful was a big deal. You wouldn’t let her down. 

You spun around to face the coach. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” Ukai cracked a small smile, then flicked his head towards the court. “Almost everyone is here. We’ll wait five minutes, then we’ll get started, okay?” You nodded, not exactly sure what you were going to be ‘starting’ on. But you stood because Ukai, nerves pitting your stomach as you watched the boys. Hinata had an exceptionally impressive vertical, and you silently applauded him each time he went up to the net. Moody had a powerful set as well, one that arched when it needed to and fell when it needed to. On the other side of the net, Nishinoya was digging the balls that Hinata had sent over. He got low, right underneath the ball, and passed them up with beautiful height.

“They’re first-year’s, right?” You asked, gesturing to Hinata and Moody. “Sure are,” Ukai said, nodding with approval. “Good, huh?” “Seems like it,” you mumbled, your eyes flitting through the rest of the boys. Tsukki and another freckled boy were practicing hits and blocks on the left side of the net. Sugawara was up against the wall, stretching out his chest. The rest of the boys were hitting, or passing, or practicing serves. To you, it was actually quite chaotic, but somehow it seemed to work.

“Alright!” Tanaka suddenly yelled, bursting through the doors. “It’s okay guys! I’m here! Not to worry!” “We weren’t asking,” Tsukki said flatly, a bored expression on his face. You wondered exactly what Hana thought was so hot about him. The glasses did do something, but they weren’t it.

“Well now that practice is ruined,” Moody said, earning a hard glare from Tanaka. “It was ruined when you joined the team, Kageyama,” Nishinoya stated proudly, and Moody’s lips drew together in a firm line. So the dark haired boy actually had a name. Kageyama.

“Being a second-year doesn’t give you superiority,” Tsukki said, pushing his glasses up with one knuckle.

“Hell yeah it does!” Nishinoya stated, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tossed his ball in the air again. He bumped it once, then twice, then caught it. His eyes darted over to you, and you gave him a shake of your head. He grinned, facing Tsukki.“You’re jealous.”

Tsukki’s face darkened. “Am not.”

“Okay!” Coach Ukai yelled, breaking them up. He gave you an exasperated look, then waved them over. “Come on. You’re going to meet your new manager.” You gulped at the words. “Do I need a speech?” You asked, trying to play off your nerves. “Every good introduction comes with a speech.” Ukai eyed you. “Kid, this isn’t the election. Relax.” Your cheeks flushed pink as the boys crowded around you, wide grins on their eager faces. You met Nishinoya’s eyes, and he gave you a quick thumb’s up and a wink, but it only made you feel even worse. You knew that he was flirty; you had always known it. He made up for his height in personality and confidence, and he fucking made his presence known. It was one of the things that drew Hana to him most. You wouldn’t exactly call him a player, but he definitely pulled girls. Apparently it was an ongoing joke between him and Tanaka, but you didn’t find it overly funny. He could be a jerk sometimes--if his head got to him. 

But he had caught your eye, both physically meeting your gaze in that very moment, but also metaphorically, many times before.  “So Kiyoko did rope you into it then,” Daichi said, smiling softly. He held a volleyball between his wrist and hip, and he rolled it around his torso once. “She did,” you replied. “Although I don’t know how.” “Aw, have you already picked favourites?” Nishinoya teased, glancing over at Tanaka.   You gave him the eye. “Maybe I’ve just already picked least-favourites.” There was a collective whisper throughout the group. Nishinoya’s lips parted with surprise, but he didn’t reply.

Ukai let out a snort beside you, his arms still crossed tightly over his chest. “Boys, as I was saying,” he said, gesturing to you with a flick of his head, “this is Y/N.” “We know Coach!” Tanaka yelled, his voice booming through the gym. “She was here on Thursday!” Ukai quirked a brow. “And formal introductions aren’t a thing anymore?” “Tanaka wouldn’t know,” Tsukki said. “He has no manners.” “Why you little shi-” “Hey,” Ukai cut them off once more. “Please. Let’s not scare Y/N away already, sound good?” Tanaka continued to glare at Tsukki, but he zipped his lips. The tall blonde just shrugged as if to say I’m right. You were tempted to agree. One time you had Tanaka and Kiyoko over for dinner and Tanaka ate everything with his fingers and didn’t use a napkin. He didn’t even wash his hands afterwards, and your parents weren’t entirely pleased with the greasy finger marks all over their furniture.

“Have you been a manager before?” Hinata asked, his face lighting up. He managed to push himself to the front of the group, and he was looking at you eagerly. He seemed like a little burst of energy; you liked him already. “I haven’t,” you replied. “First time for everything?” “I bet you’ll be gone by tomorrow if Tsukki has anything to say about it,” Hinata said casually, and the blonde narrowed his eyes.

“It seems that everyone is against me today,” he said matter-of-factly. “Maybe it’s because I’m presenting the facts. You see-” “Okay professor,” Nishinoya cut in. “Thanks for the lecture.” Tsukki snorted. “Noya you-” “Boys,” Ukai said, interrupting them for a third time. He turned to you briefly to say “bear with me” before proceeding. “I wanted you to get familiar with Y/N, and for her to get an idea of you and your skills.”

“Skills?” Tsukki let out a snicker, his fist coming up to his lips to stifle his laughter. “What skills?” “Oh so you’re referring to yourself as well then, you dimwit,” Kageyama snapped, and then a collective shouting session started, prompting your jaw to drop slightly. You had never seen a team with so much banter in such a short amount of time. Hell, you had barely been standing there for two minutes and they were already in a blowout. “Enough!” Ukai yelled, uncrossing his arms to swipe them through the air. “That. Is. Enough.” “Sorry Coach,” a few of the boys grumbled, and they all earned a disapproving look from Daichi. “You’re a third-year then, Y/N?” More questions from the redhead. You definitely liked him. “I am,” you replied. “So…” Hinata’s brows pinched together as if he was really trying to figure out the circumstance. “Do you play volleyball?”

You knew the question was coming, and you had braced yourself for it, but there, standing in front of all those boys, you felt unprepared. “Uh-” you started, clearing your throat quickly. “I used to.” “Used to?” Asahi asked quietly. “I didn’t know you played.”

You nodded shyly. “Yeah.” “And you don’t anymore?” Hinata almost looked offended. “Why would you ever want to stop? Volleyball is the best sport in the world.”

You knew that. Hell, you had once told all your teammates the same thing. But that was a lifetime ago. “Damn, you’re a nosy little thing, aren’t you?” Tanaka said, ruffling Hinata’s hair. “She probably had people like you on the team Hinata,” Kayegama said bluntly, and Hinata’s expression deflated. “I wouldn’t blame her for quitting.”

Your body went tense, and you couldn't help the defensive response that swelled up inside you. You hadn’t quit. No, far from it. If you had, you wouldn’t have been standing there in front of all those boys, having them gawk at you and question you to wit’s end. As a harsh reminder, you body crawled with a shoot of pain, starting with your toes. You bit your tongue to hold back a wince.

“I didn’t quit,” you said quickly, your jaw tightening. You hadn’t meant for it to come out so hard, but the boys picked up on it. Hinata quirked a brow, and the corners of Nishinoya’s lips turned down slightly. Daichi continued to roll the ball around his torso, but he exchanged a glance with Suga.   “Y/N doesn’t have to explain anything to us,” Coach Ukai laughed, giving you a quick shake of the shoulder. You were relieved; it appeared as if Hinata was going to continue his interrogation. 

You forced him a smile, shaking away your outburst. “It’s a long story. Maybe for another time.” “We can make that happen,” Nishinoya said, hair flopping as he tipped his head. “Name a place and a time.” You clicked your tongue, but didn’t reply. He was toying with you, it was just what he did. But right there in front of Coach?

You sighed.  “We’ll deal with personal matters later,” Ukai said, giving Nishinoya a look. “For now, just make sure you treat Y/N with respect, and you listen to her like you listen to me, got it? Anything she says, you do it.” You could’ve sworn you heard Nishinoya whisper “kinky” to Tanaka. “Now, let’s show her what you’ve got. Serves!”

“Yes sir!” The boys yelled, and then they split; parting to different areas of the gym. They picked up balls along the way, and then in no time they were sending them across the gym, spiralling over the net. Decent, decent, decent. The boys were good, you would definitely admit it.

You just hoped that they hadn’t picked up on the tenseness of your stance. 

“Not bad,” you said, the words slipping between your lips before you could stop them. “You think so?” Nishinoya said, stepping up beside you, a ball twirling in his hands. You noticed just then--with him so close to you--that he had piercings. Three of them, actually. One stud on his right and two small hoops on the left. That was new. “I bet I could do better.” “Oh really?” You asked, watching as Asahi sent a beautiful ball over the net. In all honesty, you were being awed. “Then why don’t you get out there and show me?” “Please,” Tsukki muttered as he picked up a ball close to your feet. “Shorty can’t serve for shit.” “Shut up Four Eyes!” Nishinoya snapped, flustered. You laughed. “I’m sure you could do it.”

“Oh-” “Or not.”

Nishinoya pursed his lips, still mindlessly spinning the ball in his hands. “Oh, I see how it is.” He paused. “ You said you used to play volleyball?” He raised his brows, then his hands, waving them through the air. “Well I’m sure Tanaka knows. Tana-!” “Shut up!” You whisper-shouted, batting his arms back down to his sides. “Shut up. I haven’t played in ages.” “There a reason for that?” Nishinoya asked, his face pinching with suspicion. From the short amount of time that you had known him, you had become accustomed to his few quirks: the curious look in his eye; the loud mouth; the flirtatious tendencies. He wasn’t easy to miss in a crowd.

“Like I said before,” you said, almost a little too defensively. “It’s a long story.” Nishinoya pretended to check an imaginary watch on his wrist. “Hm, seems like I’ve got time.” “Noya!” Dachi yelled, as if on cue. “Get your lazy ass away from Y/N and start doing something!” Nishinoya tilted his head innocently, then tossed the ball in his hands up into the air. He bumped it up once, twice, three times, never breaking eye contact with Daichi. “What?” He asked sweetly. “But I am doing something Daichi.” Daichi pursed his lips; paused his serve to give Noya a look. “Use your time effectively.” “Always do, Captain.” Nishinoya caught the ball as soon as Daichi turned back around. “He’s uptight sometimes. He needs to live a little.” “Maybe you just need to listen,” you shot back, raising your brows. Nishinoya scoffed. “As if. What did I tell you? I only listen to me, myself and I.” “Noya, practice your digs with some of these serves,” Ukai said as he passed, his eyes scanning through a large stack of papers. “Yes sir,” Nishinoya grumbled, and you let out a laugh, your palm covering your mouth to keep quiet.

“What were you saying?” You called as he sauntered away. “About answering only to yourself?” “Yeah yeah!” He snapped, waving you off. “I get it.”

You grinned as you watched him walk over to the opposing wall. He tossed the ball against it, then bumped it back. Wall, arms. Wall, arms. Wall, arms. The ball made a steady rhythm. “So, kid,” Ukai said, making his way back towards you. “You mentioned you’ve played before?” You nodded. “How much do you know? Or remember.” All of it. Every little detail. You could recite the rules of the game in your sleep; every single play that your team ever did.

“A decent amount,” you replied softly.

“Perfect.”

-

The first practice went relatively smooth, you could agree to that. You had successfully managed to follow through the directions that Ukai had given you, and you actually had some fun. The boys seemed to like you too, which calmed your nerves immensely.

You stumbled out of the gym, freshly changed out of your athletic-wear. Your uniform was spritzed with a small amount of rose scented body mist, just to steer clear from any kind of gross locker room smell. That was about the only thing that you didn’t miss about sports: the change rooms. 

“Well Y/N!” Tanaka exclaimed as you left the gym. “Success?”

You gave a heavy sigh. “Sadly not.”

“What?” Noya--you had decided to take up the nickname—asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he caught up with you. “You’re tired of us already?”

“Actually just you,” you replied, deadpan. “I think I’m going to quit.”

He pouted. Yeah, you decided, he was cute. “You shouldn’t,” Tanaka said, his fingers toying with his backpack straps. He wiggled his brows as he talked, and you laughed. “The superiors like you. The peasants like you as well.”

The three of you started across the courtyard. You told Hana not to wait for you before the first period, so there were a few extra moments to spare. You wanted to try and catch up with Kiyoko before she went to her class, but there were a million places she could’ve been. Plus, you weren’t sure if you would even be able to break away from the two boys. They hadn’t shut up since practice had finished. 

Cue: chatter chatter chatter, you never stop talking.

“What class do you have now?” Noya asked, running a hand through his hair, then quickly over his jaw. He looked older than you remember. He would’ve been what? 17? Someone had told you he had an early birthday, so maybe even 18. “World history,” you replied. As if on cue, your bag seemed to get four times heavier, and your back began to ache. You jumped slightly, trying to hoist the bag up higher. “What do you have?”

You started up the steps to your hall. A group of girls rushed past you, all of them complaining about nearly missing their club meeting. From the other end of the courtyard, someone was playing rock music from a mysterious speaker.  The school would probably shut it down within the hour, but the kid had the right kind of spirit. The music wasn’t even half bad. 

“Ethics,” Noya replied, his eyes darting from you to the ground. “Wish I had taken world history.” “No you don’t!” Tanaka yelled, shoving Noya roughly on the shoulder. “It’s bloody hell. All this stuff about who knows what and who did this and who did that. I don’t care, it’s the past.” You grinned. “That’s why you’re failing.” “Am not!” Tanaka argued, tossing a set of keys into the air. Noya attempted to grab them when they were thrown again, but he was unsuccessful.

You were in class 4 and Tanaka was in class 2. You didn’t really ever walk with him to class, but every once in a while it happened, and every once in a while Nishinoya had tagged along. You enjoyed those moments. Noya was easy to get along with; playful and charming, with a decent sense of humour. You couldn’t help but watch him out of the corner of your eye as he spoke. He had an aura about him, one that made his ego almost suffocating. You didn’t mind so much because it was him, but you knew of another particular person that just happened to inflict their ego heavily on the crowd. You had fallen victim to this particular person more than once.

You shook off the thought.

“I’m only down the hall,” Noya said, tugging at the collar of his uniform. The first few buttons at the top were undone, and the tie was loose. Tanaka’s looked exactly the same, but you weren’t watching him nearly as intently as you were watching Noya.

You tried laughing it off. “Well thank God for that then, right? Any danger and I’ll know exactly who to call.” Noya winked. “Oh you bet. I’ll be waiting.” “I was going to say Ghostbusters.” Tanaka frowned. “I would call Ghostbusters.” “Of course you would Tanaka,” Noya said cheerily, slapping the tall boy across the back of the head. “You’ve got absolutely zero common sense!” “Says the kid that’s always in detention!” Tanaka defended, crossing his arms tightly. “Me being in detention has nothing to do with my grades.” Tanaka gave you a knowing look at you and you bit back your laugh. “Whatever you say,” he replied. “Detention huh?” You questioned as you stepped into the hall. Your classroom was right at the end, and you ducked and weaved under arms and over bags. Everyone was pushing and shouting and laughing with one another, and it almost made it hard to hear. Noya did the same, dodging oncoming students, one hand tugging at his dual-toned locks. Tanaka just shrieked at them to move.   “Only every couple of weeks,” Noya said, shrugging like it was nothing. He then stuffed his hands into his pockets, looking over at you with a glint of achievement in his eye. “Why? You like bad boys Y/N?” You felt the colour rise to your cheeks and you dropped your gaze. “Of course.” You tried to play along. “Wouldn’t want them any other way.”

“You’re the exception,” Tanaka stated proudly to Noya, who rolled his eyes.

You neared your classroom and you slowed. Noya did the same, but Tanaka plowed forward, not even noticing that you had stopped. “This is me,” you said, flicking your head towards the door. Noya glanced inside, then over at you, a smirk toying at his lips. “Well, you know where to find me,” he said, pulling a hand out of his pocket to salute you casually. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

augh i kept forgetting to post this because i kept wantgin to draw mroe for it but i really suck at emulating Animal Crossing Art Style so im just going to go on a rambling explanation about this under the cut but the basic concept is. they deserve a vacation. and whats more relaxing than animal crossing? probably several things but let me have this ok

id had a bunch of ideas for mroe drawings in this style but Clearly, i am not very good at it, and every time i sat down to Try Again it ended up shitty. this is from literally months ago by now lmao

my Basic Concept was just. take the 3 of them and dump them on an animal crossing island, cause while ive been sick ive been playing a lot of new horizons to try and stay stable, and my brain likes to mush together whatever 2-or-more things im invested in together all the time. here’s some bullet points!

-john really loves diving for sea critters and frequently pulls up those bigass lobsters and eels and shit, he’s got an unnatural knack for it. loves to startle the shit out of dave by just whipping an eel out of his pocket. no thats not an innuendo stop that-- -amy loves planting/watering the flowers but shes not like invested in getting All The Different Types (although that Would be neat) she’s just having fun building a large flower patch. it’s slowly overtaking the island. also dave likes to just kinda sit in the flower patch -speaking of dave he kind of doesnt do much, i think he’d like fishing with john and/or amy and maybe hed like digging up fossils but for the most part hes just chillin, as he deserves to be, -amy likes the DIY recipe stuff though and will frequently politely ask dave to go fetch stuff for her. this has led to most of the villagers/islanders/whateverthetermis, the animal citizens, to have their Main exposure to dave be him wandering around with an axe at 3am because amy’s out of hardwood -speaking of the animal citizens, because i just really like them as a concept, i have no solid concept of who-all would be on their island but whoever they are, john is “friends” with All of them (and by that i mean he says theyre all his friends; whether or not they find him obnoxious Varies,) and amy is genuine friends with most of them/has spoken to all of them at least, and dave rarely if ever speaks to them. hes not very social. most of the animals are a little scared of him until they Actually get to talk to him and then they realize hes just an awkward misanthropic bastard -also in case it wasnt clear id think the 3 of them would all be in one little cabin i mean you can upgrade the shit out of those so they could all feasibly have their own spaces. but also i like polyamory and id say they all 3 share a room because fight me they do itd be cute. also of course the decor of their cabin is absolutely bonkers like listen not only does animal crossing have some weird items but nearly any living space john inhabits most likely has some very strange decor in it !  -tbh actually i think john would do Most of the decor stuff cause like based on the way his house is described i think he’d go NUTS for animal crossing’s Theme Decor Shit i dont know i dont actually do a bunch of that but i sure do think he would! amy would help out esp since she likes the DIY stuff, and i think dave is just kind of ..... allowing this nonsense to happen. letting john be free. probably convincing him to not change the theme every day, maybe every week, if only because it’s a bit of a hassle to have everything Constantly Rearranged.  -hang on wait i just thought of the 3 of them wandering along the beach and picking up seashells and now im like emotional over it bro pls. lovely. -also i jsut realized if daves the guy who digs up fossils he definitely talks to blathers a lot and thats an extremely funny thing to contemplate. the dude who seems to not really liek talking to people and the chatterbox owl. fantastic. you know dave is probably too awkward to tell blathers he doesnt want to hear all thsoe archaeopteryx facts! (also tbh maybe dave would actually like learning stuff) -also. john catches bugs just to give them to blathers and watch him freak out just a little about it.  -john always ends up buying fake art from redd but it’s fine because he just puts it somewhere in or near their cabin. amy however has the uncanny good luck to somehow always find the real artworks! dave doesnt talk to redd, he doesnt really care. -this ones definitely projection because my animal crossing island is a mess (And I Like It That Way Thank U Very Much) but john definitely is the guy who will dump extra furniture at random spots on the island. too much shit in storage? don’t need that Harmonious Chair right now? holding it in ur pockets just because u dont know where else to put it? just dump it on the ground! uncannily, john fuckin Always remembers where he’s put that shit when he happens to need it again. however this does mean sometimes the animal citizens will just ... find a mysterious new chair in their front yard.  -i know that terraforming is a new thing in acnh but i havent done it yet because i dont care about the whole 3 stars rating thing like listen im jsut here to run around and fill the museum if i feel like it but mostly pick up pumpkins and hoard bells for no reason and let my island be taken over by wildflowers. if any of the 3 are into that tho its john or amy--john just for the hell of it, amy would actually like try to Make Stuff of it -their front yard (and back yard if their cabin is put somewhere to allow that) is full of unused furniture as well. and also sometimes random dropped fruits or something, if dave is already carrying a ton when he sees something to dig up. -i think im out of shit to say right now but i might reblog to add mroe so. yes. if youve read this far then holy shit youre dedicated or really bored or something but whatever your reason is i hope this was A Fun Read and if it gave you any ideas Please Tell Me my inbox is open im sick and still in quarantine and i crave human interaction from literally anyone who isnt my parents. thank u 

Stark Legacy III

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Maria Hill x Reader

Word Count: 2869

A/N: Oh gosh. I’m so sorry I haven’t been updated a lot of fics recently. There’s no excuse except that Animal Crossing New Horizon is taking up so much of my time but I am working on being more productive. Also, it doesn’t help that somehow I can’t seem to come to terms with this chapter. I feel like everything I write is shit. That’s why I’m trying to let the creative energy blockage to pass. I hope you guys like this chapter. Stay safe. xx

Parts: 1 | 2  | 4  | 5 | 6

***

After a week of poking and prodding at the Avengers compound, Fury finally agreed to let you stay off-site. Not that he has any say on your decision, anyway. He’s not the boss of you. You knew it will only cause more valuable time to be wasted if you resist, you compromised by letting Happy be assigned to you. The same way he was assigned to the handle Spider-man before. You felt like a child, it was ridiculous.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take back your position in the office?” Pepper asked as she enters the living room where you’ve been watching the city from its floor-to-ceiling windows. Happy drove you directly to Stark Tower, which Pepper handed the keys back to you. It’s now the Avengers Tower but technically it is still owned by Stark Industries. Thus, still owned by you, Pepper and Morgan.

You took a minute looking out the view before turning back towards your sister-in-law. You walked towards her at the centre of the room and gave her arms a squeeze. “Stark Industries is better off in your hands, P.”

She smiled at you before pulling you into a hug for the nth time since she found out that you’re alive.

“What are you gonna do?” Before you can answer, the door to the penthouse and came walking in is Happy with a beautiful little girl in tow.

“Hey,” Happy greeted. “Sorry, we’re a bit late. Someone made one too many stops at the labs.”

Pepper beckoned the girl over, and immediately she took her mother’s hand. “Morgan, I’d like you to meet somebody.” Morgan took one look at you. A look of recognition passes on her face before she let go of Pepper’s hand to run towards you. She came barreling to your leg.

“Hey,” you greeted while running your hand over her soft hair. You look at Pepper with a questioning look.

“Morgan, do you know who this is?” Morgan pulled away from where she’s perched on your leg and look back at Pepper.

“Yes, mom. She’s Y/N Stark. Daddy’s baby sister.” She turned back to you with a smile.

You crouched down in front of her. You offered her your hand to shake but Morgan had another idea. She threw her arms around your neck and nearly tackled you down in a tight hug. You chuckled. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Morgan Stark.”

She giggled and pulled away. “You’re a silly humanoid.”

Everyone stopped and stared at the little girl. Pepper recovered first. “Sweetheart, how’d you know that word?” She asked. Morgan only looked at you before running her hand over where your ball-joints are connected.

“Dad told me everything.” You rolled your eyes internally at your brother, wherever he is. “I’m not sure how it worked but Dad said you’re the best sister ever, and that when you wake up, you’ll be the best aunt too.”

That got you down on your ass on the floor. You can’t cry, not really but at that moment, had you been human, you would’ve been crying your eyes out. Suddenly, sitting there on the floor with your brother’s offspring in front of you, you were overcome with so much grief. Life wasn’t fair.

Why did your brother have to die, and you, survive? He had more to live for than you. He has a wife. He has a daughter. He was happy. He deserved to live, too.

Morgan cupped your face. She must have seen through your robotic face. “It’s okay Y/N. We’ll be okay.”

You blinked twice at her before nodding. She’s an intuitive, emphatic kid. She is really Pepper and Tony’s daughter. No question about that. Then Morgan started chewing at her bottom lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just…” she paused. She looked unsure of what to ask or how to ask her question. So, you run your hand through her hair and assured her that she could ask you anything. “…uhm. I just want to know how your body is operating? Is F.R.I.D.A.Y installed in your core? Or was it J.A.R.V.I.S?”

“Morgan!” Pepper admonished, and for Morgan’s part, she looked sheepish. You can only gape at your eight-years-old niece for a minute. She truly is a Stark and one that hanged out with her dad too much, apparently.

“Well, right now there’s no AI installed in this body but I’m planning to put one on my own. Maybe you could help me name it when it’s done?”

Morgan grinned before launching in a barrage of questions, only child geniuses could ask at that age.

“Excuse me, Y/N.” Pepper cut in through your nerd conversation with Morgan. “Do you mind if I use the kitchen to make us dinner? I don’t think the little one would want to leave soon.”

“Knock yourself out. Happy stocked up before we arrived.” That’s all the answer Pepper got before you and Morgan moved from the floor to your new bedroom to continue geeking out about your robotics.

Happy sidled up to the blonde as they watch you two happily chatting. “It’s a match made in heaven,” Happy teased; earning a soft chuckle from Pepper.

“Yeah. Finally, someone who can keep up with her.”

Morgan and Pepper are really close but Pepper suspects that Morgan misses having someone geeky in the house that can talk to her about engineering, robotics, science, history, etc.

***

Morgan and Pepper stayed for two nights in the tower. You wished they could have stayed longer but Morgan has school but Pepper promised they’ll be back every weekend. Without Morgan in the house, it’s far too quiet even with Happy around. Speaking of the man, you found him after your shower, lounging at the bar over some S.H.I.E.L.D folders. 

“Busy?” you asked as you went to the coffee machine by instinct. Happy watched you freeze for a moment but he didn’t say anything. He understood that you’re still coping with your new normal.

“Nope. Why?” He closed all his open folders but left them on the counter. 

You turned towards him with a smile. “Great. I need your help.” 

When you said you needed his help. He thought maybe you needed help where he can use his talents as an agent but instead he found himself dusting around Tony’s old on-site lab. It looks exactly the same as the last time Tony used it. Not a single furniture and equipment out of place. It was nostalgic and bittersweet to be there again. 

“Ugh!” He groaned after putting one more box in the storage room. You looked at your friend as he sweats through his shirt and stretches his back. 

“Tired already?” You asked in a teasing voice. 

“My back is killing me, and aren’t you?” You laughed and he turned to look at you. For a minute he forgot you are not exactly human anymore. A few nights ago you mentioned, post-human, and he thought it was quite a fitting classification. He decided that’s what he’s gonna use from then on.

“Actually, I can do this all day.” Happy rolled his eyes at you before giving you the finger. You laughed hard before you walked towards him.

“Sit down. Let the one who can’t get backaches do the heavy lifting.” He can hear the joy in your voice as you continue to tease him of his fragility. You handed him your new tablet, while you started carrying the rest of the boxes into storage. 

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

You stopped and chuckled. You pulled out a folded paper from your pocket. It’s a list of equipment and materials. “Please, purchase everything on that list. You can find most of them from Stark Industries. The rest you can outsource on Amazon.” 

Happy looked at the list and started putting everything in your cart. “Are you building something?”

You dusted your hand and locked the storage room. You plopped down on Tony’s couch and looked at Happy as he concentrates on finding the right items with the right specs for you. 

“Yes.” When no other word from you was forthcoming, he looked up at you. You can see the question in his eyes but before he can voice it out, you threw him a rolled-up parchment. He barely caught it and he glared at you. When he opened it, his eyes almost popped out of its socket. 

“Y/N.” He pause to consider what this little project means.  

“You’re not?” he broke off in the middle. 

“I am.” 

***

The dream team is spending their much deserved weekend off after being away for a month-long mission in Hungary. Usually, they would spend their weekend at home after long missions but they’ve been coup up in the safe house for a month and had only been going out on surveillance twice in every week. So, to change things up a little bit, they found themselves out on a bustling Saturday night. The plan was simple: have dinner on Wanda and Carol’s restaurant of choice, and maybe a walk along the park to aid their digestion.

“Oh, this is so good,” Carol nearly moaned after taking her first bite on the strawberry shortcake they ordered for dessert.

“I’m really glad we’re able to do this.” They all smiled at Wanda before Nat reached out and wipe the icing that stuck on the side of her lips. Wanda blushed. After all this time, Natasha still makes her flush like crazy, and it doesn’t help that she’s the smoothest out of all of them. Except with you, that is.

It’s an observation she gathered from the handful of times they’ve interacted with you in the HQ. Even Carol and Maria agrees that Nat is uncharacteristically a mess whenever you’re around. It’s a topic they have yet the time, and the energy to breach with the redhead.

“To us.” Maria raised her glass and everybody promptly clinked their glasses together. Not a minute after, the sound of sirens was heard along the street. They looked at each other before pulling out their phones, and they were shocked to see multiple miscalls from HQ.

“Shit.” They groaned collectively but before they can even think to stand and bolt, another restaurant patron yelled.

“Missile!”

It’s like time stood still. Even with years of work and training, they were rendered frozen and rooted in place, waiting for the inevitable to hit. After Thanos, they all had to undergo mandatory therapy for PTSD. Nat and Wanda went because losing Clint and Vision still haunts their dreams, Maria for being dusted herself, and Carol for stress management.

***

“Ms Stark that missile is heading straight for Agent Hill, Danvers, Romanoff, and Maximoff.”

“What?” You yelled at your newly developed AI before putting more speed to catch the missile. You can see the four idiots just standing there frozen. You caught glimpse of the missile timer, and you thought you’re not gonna make it into the stratosphere before it explodes. So, you raced ahead of it and triggered one of your suit’s new feature: electromagnet shield before it exploded in your chest.

***

Maria squinted as they watch the missile approached their location. Something else is flying towards them. Something she can’t put a finger on but oh so familiar.

“Is that - ” She wasn’t able to finish the question before Carol and Natasha were tackling her and Wanda on the ground. Then the missile exploded.

***

For a minute, there’s a ringing in their ear, and they were severely disoriented. Carol and Natasha rolled away from their girlfriends and laid their back, feeling the cold, concrete floor. They tried to blink rapidly to clear the white spots that are floating around their vision. Maria was the first to sit up, followed by Carol, then Natasha and Wanda. They looked at each other, making sure everyone was unharmed. 

“What just happened?” Carol asked, with her hand outstretched to help everyone up. 

Wanda was quiet for a moment before she was running towards the balcony, where a few customers are gathered around the mouth of the restaurant, hovering around something. Before they could question her what’s up, she just jumped out of the balcony instead of using the stairs like a normal person. 

“Shit. What now?” Nat followed Wanda over the balcony and landed gracefully at the sidewalk. Carol floated down on her Captain Marvel suit, while Maria exited the establishment through the front door. She walked towards the crowd and whipped out her badge to clear the bystanders. Carol, Nat, and Wanda helped to make a perimeter, so their girlfriend can assess the situation. 

When they saw what it is, they were frozen for the second time around that night. 

“Who is that? Is that RESCUE? Is she gonna be okay?”

An onslaught of questions was thrown to them but they have absolutely no clue how to answer. The suit does look a little like Pepper’s RESCUE but instead of blue and white, this one is pure black. The helmet is unmistakably Iron Man’s original design. 

“It’s Y/N,” Wanda whispered as she and Carol crowd over your body to shield you from everyone’s view. Maria is frantically typing on her phone, asking for a pickup team on their location ASAP. Nat’s crouched down and poking at your helmet. 

“The blast must have knocked her out.” Another poke to the helmet.

“Stop poking me, Agent Romanoff. It’s a rude way to say thanks.” She startled when she heard your voice before the lights on your helmet came back on. She stood up and sidled with Maria. Captain Marvel offered her hand and you took it. 

“Thank you.” 

“No, thank you for saving us back there.” You opted to nod at the Captain since she can’t see you smile and you don’t want to retract your helmet and expose yourself. You hovered over the ground and looked behind them.

Nat caught the action, as small as it. “We’re attracting too much attention. Meet us back at the HQ.”

“The tower is closer.” They all turned to Maria for consent and she freely gave it. 

Before you can fly off, a young boy yelled. “Hey! Are you RESCUE?” 

You hovered back down and crouched in front of him. “No, I’m not but we’re friends.”

“What’s your name then?”

“I’m Phantom.” You pinched the boy’s cheeks before flying back to the tower. You looked back and saw him smiling and waving at you.

Year in Review - Animal Crossing New Horizons

I started writing this review/criticism in May of 2020 but decided to update it as the year went along and post it on the anniversary of NH’s release. I would like to preface that this is mostly going to be full of questions of criticisms, I love this game. I have not been able to put it down since I got it on March 20th. My first AC game was NL and then I played HHD. I was ecstatic when they announced NH at E3 2019 and kept trying to find other games to fit in my AC shaped hole in my heart but I wasn’t able to fill it till this game came out. I feel like the pace of the game is great with how you build up to unlocking terraforming and 5 stars, and I feel like the updates are well timed especially with how crazy 2020 was for everybody. That being said there were some things that irked me. 

Some of the points I will bring up came from other people/commenters I have seen on here, Discord, Reddit, and Twitter that I also agree with. Some other points are from Youtubers such as ShayMay and ChuyPlays. And others are from me. 

With that out of the way, let’s get on with the review. Warning, I guess, don’t expect this to be an essay, this is just a patchwork quilt made up of thoughts.

Terraforming

I wish cliffs/tiers had a smaller level? Like how we’re able to make stepping stones for our rivers if we don’t want to put a bridge down/use our vaulting pole. I just wish there was a cliff alternative. 

Another cliff alternative would be if we could put bridges between cliffs. I think we’ve all been there where we see this picture 

          thought ‘we can do that!!” then realized it was photoshopped

When we go into terraforming, I wish a grid showed up on our island. It would make it much easier to avoid hitting the wrong square when I’m trying to change a river. 

Having us be able to “close” a waterfall from a lower level but not create a new on at the same spot. 

Also the fact we can add a 4th tier but can’t put anything on it is just strange to me. I know we have to have a limit to how high we can go, but at least let me put nature stuff, such as trees/flowers/bushes, on top of it instead of just a flat piece of land. 

Houses

Why no ceiling items? Find it odd they added a bunch of stuff in HHD and didn’t add that to the new mainline game

There’s no reason I can think of to why we can’t access our storage when we’re crafting inside our house. 

Buildings

Dodo Airlines

The Dodo Islands right now are very boring and barely use them. I have enough money and materials to not go farming and save up all my NMTs for when I go villager hunting, which has also become a rarity. I think it would be a good idea to make some islands seasoned themed. Have them be all rare, but have an island where it’s fall and has maple leaves falling, a cherry blossom one, one with snowflakes. I wouldn’t recommend they make Holiday themed ones, but having seasonal ones would be nice.

When I mess up a dodo code or accidentally hit ‘make a bridge’ instead of incline, etc. why do I have to restart the ENTIRE conversation instead of the characters just being “oh? did you mean “x” or “would you like to retype it?” like is it that hard??  

Resident Services

As much as I love Isabelle this game has made me very indifferent towards her. I think they gave her a role that didn’t need to exist. They could have either let us roam around without any warnings to who was roaming around our island, in the campsite, or any weather updates. Just have us rely on our villagers, the TV, and our eyeballs. OR they could have given us a social media like app and/or a weather app. Instead, they gave us Isabelle that only announces something once a month.

Nook’s Cranny

This might just be me but can they add a little DIY area in the store? Maybe just make to where you can only customize things?? This is more out of convenience than an actual problem  

Speaking of customization, since you can make medicine but also buy can we do the same for the custom kits and bait. Like make it where we can buy bait and also make our own custom kits? I just think it’s weird that they give us either/or for medicine but not for the other 2 that I honestly use way more than medicine.

Why do the Able Sisters get to have all of the colors of an item in their shop but Nook’s Cranny can’t? And why can’t we just be able to customize all items that have multiple looks/colors? Example, why can’t I just be able to change the wood type for the antique set instead of having to buy each one? I get that the furniture catalog is already small, but that’s not my fault. They’ve decided to not add past furniture sets into NH. 

Able Sisters

Let us multi select clothes instead of it just being how much we can wear. idc if it’ll just put those clothes in our personal storage and then we’ll have to run home and put it in that storage, I just hate having to walk back in and out every time I want a dress in multi colors. ALSO tell us if we already bought it, like a little storage icon or something

Why can’t we hang any article of clothing on the back wall, why do we have to either make it or have the OG qr designer come to our island? 

Why can’t we have the transparent option when designing clothes? I think it would make many designer’s lives easier instead of having to make 8 versions of the same outfit.

NPCs

I have played this game almost every day since it came out, minus 2 days. I have also been able to make friends on discord that help with trading/cataloging/etc. I have all of Saharah’s, Kicks’, Label’s, and Redd’s items. I have all of the fish/bug models I want and have no desire to “catch them all”. I haven’t talked to Wisp in months because I have most of the items and his idea of “expensive” is 10k bells. The only NPC I actively look forward to is Celeste because even though I now have all of her DIYs, she still gives out star fragments, regular large or horoscope, when I talk to her. 

What I’m wondering is if they’re planning on doing anything else with these characters. Before I speak further I’m going to weed out characters that I am actually fine with. CJ and Flick will always be there if I want a bug/fish model, I understand that Saharah/Kicks/Redd have a ton of stuff to get and w/o the help of my discord friends, I probably wouldn’t have gotten everything till late 2021. 

So that leaves Label and Wisp. I understand Wisp is there for beginners, but now that I’m at a point where I am a bell millionaire and have most of the Nook’s items cataloged, there is no reason for me to talk to him. I wish Nintendo had put in a system where depending on the person who Wisp is talking to, it determines how much money you have in your bank account/looks at your catalog, Wisp’s item’s worth goes up.

As for Label...I never saw her as viable. I also thought the tickets were dumb and you don’t even have to talk to her to have her items show up in the shop the next day. I think it would be great if when you bought all of her items, she decided to join the Able’s sisters in their shop like in NL and then have Gracie show up in her place for the weekly NPC. 

Where is Blanca? Or Brewster? Or Shrunk, Katrina, Gracie, or Kapp’n and his family? I understand we will probably never see characters like Harriet or Pete because they have been replaced by a new system, but what is the excuse for these other characters? I’m hoping they show up in year 2 of NH but...we’ll see.

Villagers

I think having your first villagers living in basic homes is a good idea but one that quickly gets annoying. I found Sherb while villager hunting for the 1st time and have had him ever since, but his house is stuck at basic lazy setup. Instead of me going back and forth on whether or not i should trust somebody enough to hold Sherb, get somebody else out, then get him to move back to my island, You can have it to where you let them leave, then just wait till he comes to the campsite to visit and reinvite him. You get his actual house and he still remembers you. This could also go for you accidentally letting somebody go or letting somebody go then regretting it. Also it’d be fun to see some old villagers again.

I was curious and looked back on past games to see how many new villagers were released each game and NH has been the least amount. NL released 112 new villagers in total while NH has released 8. I’m hoping they might release more down the line but, hella disappointing imo. Along with the Sanrio update and adding those characters to the game, I am more hopeful that they’ll be adding new characters!

Having an “event” of sorts where you visit a villager’s house and they’re looking inside their closet. They look at you in surprise when you walk in and sheepishly explain that they were going through their clothes/items. They then decide to ask you for help since they can’t decide what to get rid of/what to keep and think you have a good eye for that sort of thing. Basically, a way to get rid of any clothes/items your villager somehow received bc I guess Isabelle scolding them isn’t enough.

A big problem I feel like everybody has is the villager dialogue. Yes they added sub personality types for each personality but they are not perfectly cut in half, ex. are the Sisterly types where there are 4 B types and 20 A types, like?? How I have “fixed” this problem is by having one of each personality type on my island so I always have different conversations with my villagers, but I understand not a lot of people do that. Some people just want normal/peppy types on their island bc they’re cute as hell, I get it. I know it would be...difficult to come up with unique dialogue for all 399 villagers, including Sanrio, but....you could at least for the “gimmicky” villagers. Some examples of these villagers are Ribbot and Sprocket, Lucky and Ankha, the super hero squad, and Kabuki. 

Quality Life stuff

Why cant we sit AND wish on stars? And I don’t mean the sit emote; why can’t I sit on a bench and wish on stars?

It sucks when I’m about to hit my rocks or just do a lot of dig work and then my shovel breaks in the middle of it. To show the tool is about to break, cracks should start to form on the handle and get deeper/longer as you keep using it, starting when you have 5 uses left. You can also add an auditory element by making the tool sound like its struggling when you are using it. Net/Shovel/Axe/Fishing Pole can have cracks show up on the handle, Slingshot can have crack show up at the bottom of the 2 spokes while having 1 at the top of the handle. And the watering can have cracks at the base of the can.

If our inventory is full when I dig up a flower, why can’t I replace it with another flower to bury? And if I can dig up an item at an diagonal item, I should be able to bury it again at the same angle.

Other

Having more...liveliness?? on the island, idk how else to say it. Example is whenever you travel by plane there's a chemtrail in the sky afterwards, maybe just seeing other planes go by throughout the day. Maybe you can get a hint Redd or Gulliver will be visiting you tomorrow if you see their boats beyond the horizon, Redd’s just crusin’ and the Gulls’ boats looking messed up. On a week where you don't have a new camper, maybe have an old villager visit. That leads me too

I wish villager’s doors could count as “exterior decorating” and we can just put any ornamental on there instead having to hope that your villager will put the wreath on their own door. 

Conclusion

If you read this whole thing holy shit, thanks!! Go treat yourself on my part lol If you disagreed with me or whatever feel free to chat with me about it! 

be glad he’s holding me back

a/n: I’ve never written a fic where Peter gets bullied, but i couldn’t stop thinking about how overprotective Stephen and Tony would be and that bloomed into this fic. I’m actually v proud of it, hope you like it too! tw for bullying

It was an innocent quip, a comment that just spiraled out of control. The same sentence Peter used to actually defend his bullies now applied to this situation, the situation being that he told his Baby Sister that he was being bullied at school. The running joke in the Stark-Strange family was that Morgan could smell fear, and everyday she proved that to be more than just a coincidence. She sensed Peter’s discomfort and just laughed in understanding.

“These Animal Crossing villagers can be so mean!” Morgan had said. “I bet it would be AWESOME live on an island with a cool friend who brought me gifts!”

Even in her youth, she was perceptive. She could see her brother relax as she dismissed his comment, but Peter didn’t know that Morgan would probably never forget what he told her that day.

“I already get bullied enough at school, the last thing I want is for my Animal Crossing villagers to be mean to me too! But at least they don’t throw things at me or...”

++++

Stephen was equally surprised and unsurprised when he emerged from the en suite and found Morgan sitting on the bed and talking to Tony. That didn’t, however, stop him from pointing out that it was well past her bedtime.

“I wanted to talk, but I had to wait until Pete went to bed so he can’t hear,” Morgan explained.

“I’m listening,” Stephen said.

Tony cleared his throat. “We.”

The sorcerer disregarded his husband’s quip. “I’m listening,” Stephen repeated, getting into bed and resting his head on Tony’s shoulder.

“What am I, a cushion?” Tony asked. Between Stephen laying on him and Morgan sitting on his stomach, he felt a bit like a piece of furniture. This, of course, was a role he’d always proudly play for his family. Both Morgan and Stephen ignored his grumbling anyway, as they tended to do when Tony jokingly complained about things.

“What’s going on, Morgan?” Stephen asked. His smile was always soft when he spoke to the kids, especially his youngest, but it faltered the longer she talked.

Morgan was nearly asleep by the time she finished relaying Peter’s earlier words, her head resting on Tony’s chest where the arc reactor once was. “I don’t think he wants you to know, but I don’t want him sad. So I told you. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Stephen’s voice was clipped as he softly brushed through Morgan’s hair. “You did the right thing, Little One. Can you just keep playing with him and trying to make him laugh with Illyana? We’ll take care of everything else.”

“Promise?” Morgan asked. Normally she would object to Stephen calling her “Little One,” but tonight she was too worried about Peter and too tired to care.

Stephen and Tony promised their youngest they’d take care of Peter, their tones vastly different even as they said the same words. The sorcerer could hear the fierce, protective growling in his voice and ruminated on it as Tony put Morgan to bed. Once Tony returned, laying beside Stephen and holding him close, his anger gave way to despair.

“Why wouldn’t he say something?” Stephen asked quietly, burying his head in Tony’s chest.

“He gets his sense of ‘I can handle anything and everything by myself’ from us, but he’s trying to prove to himself that he can handle a bully. Maybe part of him thinks he deserves it, and if that’s unfortunately true then he’ll really want to deal with it quietly and not draw more attention to himself. It’s not a matter of whether we failed him or not,” Tony said, trying to assure himself just as much as Stephen. “We can’t choose whether or not he ever talks to us about it, you know? All we can do is support him and let him know that we love him. He does know it, but you can never hear it too much.”

Stephen nodded frantically as memories from his childhood and adolescence resurfaced.

“You know, I have to tell myself a lot that I’m not failing Peter or any of the kids when something like this happens. Any effort on our part to give them the best is already a success objectively and compared to what we knew. You’re a great parent Stephen,” Tony said firmly. “And a great husband, I might add.”

“We’re not talking about me,” Stephen replied.

“We’re not, no. But I thought you just needed a little reminder,” Tony said. He gently kissed Stephen’s hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stephen murmured, snuggling closer to Tony. It was quiet for a few minutes more, thoughts bouncing around the walls of their minds and the room. “What can we do?”

“Well I’d like to know how this happened, since the school has supposedly an anti-bullying policy. A meeting with the principal sounds good,” Tony said. “And we can determine whether or not pursuing legal action is necessary.”

“You’ll threaten to sue anyway,” Stephen replied knowingly.

“Of course I will, and then I’ll be shown up by your protective side,” Tony said. His tone was teasing now, but his statement was true.

Stephen wasn’t a helicopter parent, but he was protective of the kids (and Tony) in a way that he never thought he’d be protective of anyone. It was just nice to have someone to protect, and to be needed.

“Hey.” Tony cleared his throat and kissed Stephen’s hair again. “Asleep?”

“No... just thinking,” Stephen replied. “Do you think Pete was bullied last year too, before Harley left for college?”

“I’m not sure... but if Harley defended him it also makes sense why we’re just finding out, doesn’t it? He would allow Harley to handle it and hope that he could make it stop, so we wouldn’t need to know,” Tony said. “I don’t honestly know how much we can do, but we won’t know until we try.”

Stephen nodded, yawning as he did so. “Can we handle this in the morning? Or sometime tomorrow?”

“That should be fine, I’m free most of the day tomorrow except for one meeting at 10:45. In the morning I’ll see if we need an appointment with the front office, but I won’t hesitate to name drop to make something work,” Tony declared.

“Worse case scenario, we walk into the center of his office via a portal,” Stephen said, his words muffled as he closed his eyes and shifted to lay his head on Tony’s shoulder again. “Now shush, I need beauty rest for a confrontation like this.”

Tony snickered fondly. “Goodnight, you absolute drama king.”

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A plan fell rather easily into place. Christine and Pepper would pick up Illyana and Morgan in the early afternoon while Tony and Stephen would meet with the Midtown administration. Harley even called his parents to offer moral support, though he too was unaware of the bullying.

Stephen was shocked and saddened when he heard that, his heart breaking at the fact that Peter had been silently hurting for so long.

“When is he going to learn that he doesn’t have to go through everything alone?” He’d asked, leaning against Tony.

“He’ll probably figure it out at the same time you or I do,” Tony replied bluntly.

“Does that mean I’m a bad example? I—”

Tony shook his head, quickly cutting Stephen off. He fell into a pattern of oversimplified thinking and rambling when he was nervous, and it was no secret that the sorcerer was nervous.

“We both know that’s not what I meant,” Tony soothed. “Peter is strong and stubborn and independent, but with that comes pride. None of those things are bad, it just means the internal odds can be stacked against you when you try to go against yourself and ask for help. It’s in all of our nature, and you acting as you normally do isn’t showing him that he can’t ever be vulnerable or ask us for advice or assistance. It’s just hard to admit when you need it.”

Stephen nodded, unclenching his jaw. “Somehow this has become about my insecurities, rather than being there for our son.”

“Your heart is in the right place, you know? You want to do right by him. And we will,” Tony promised. “Although it might be a good idea to unpack everything that’s bothering you, if you want to tell me about it.”

“You’re right.” Stephen nodded again, an air of professionalism setting onto his face. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.”

Traveling by portal hardly took any time, including the short walk to the school from a nearby side street, but today wasn’t the day to be fashionably late. Tony was already fiddling with his sunglasses when the couple walked into the office, opening and closing them in his hands. To most, it seemed like a simple boredom-relieving thing to do while sitting in a waiting room, but Stephen knew that Tony was also nervous. He would present himself as invincible during their meeting, but the wait leading up to it could make Tony second guess himself.

“We’re doing the right thing,” Stephen whispered, drawing circles on the back of one of Tony’s hands.

“Peter hates when we interfere with his life,” Tony muttered absently.

“If we don’t, the bullying might not stop. I’d rather have Peter be a little angry and tell us that as opposed to not tell us that he’s hurting, or that someone is hurting him,” Stephen said. “Because he doesn’t deserve this.”

“Damn right he doesn’t,” Tony replied. “May I lean against you a little, while we wait?”

Stephen nodded. He wasn’t one for PDA in places where someone might use his affectionate nature to judge him or diminish his credibility, at least not large gestures of affection. But there was nothing harmful in Tony leaning his shoulder against Stephen’s, it looked almost like they were just having a private, whispered conversation.

Which, incidentally, they were. They talked quietly until the door to Principal Morita’s office swung open, revealing the man himself standing in the doorway.

“Gentlemen!” He greeted them warmly. “So nice to get your call, Mr. Stark, and as always it’s nice to see you.”

Stephen refrained from calling him a kissass, instead forcing a smile. “Same to you, although I do wish it was under better circumstances.”

Principal Morita closed the door to his office and ushered the couple in. “Yes, I thought I could pick up some stress on your end while we were on the phone. I trust it’s nothing too urgent?”

Tony could see that his husband’s temper was already beginning to flare. Stephen’s back stiffened and he impatiently gripped the armrests of the chair, ignoring the pain that this always caused his hands. To steady him, Tony discretely placed a hand on his back.

“That depends. How urgent is bullying to you?” Stephen asked. He relished in the discomfort he caused the man across from him, noticing Morita beginning to shift uncomfortably in his swivel chair.

“Midtown has a no tolerance policy when it comes to bullying, I assure you. It’s actually very fortunate that you’re here today, Peter has been reported to my office for bullying this past week,” Morita replied.

Tony had honestly zoned out, he was too busy trying to keep Stephen calm and trying to stay calm himself.

But that bullshit caught his attention.

He scoffed. “Peter? A bully? That doesn’t sound right.”

Stephen nodded emphatically. “Our son is not a bully, in fact we came here today to discuss the fact that he himself is the victim of such mistreatment.”

“That doesn’t match the information we have on file,” Principal Morita said skeptically. “Children can lie to their parents about acting out, can they not?”

“Is that really something you want to try to convince us?” Tony asked incredulously, pointing at himself and Stephen with the hand that wasn’t now rubbing Stephen’s back.

“How long ago was it that you adopted Peter? Perhaps he—”

“Let me stop you right there,” Stephen snarled. “We don’t know the extent of what Peter has endured because he believes he can handle everything on his own and would hate to burden another with his needs, no matter what his needs are. People who brush him aside and equivocate as you’re doing now certainly don’t make him feel like he’ll be taken seriously, do you understand?”

“It’s just that... well the evidence is rather stacked against Peter at this point, isn’t it?”

Stephen would have bolted upright if Tony wasn’t holding onto the back of his shirt. He was only grounded by the soft pressure of Tony’s hand on his back, the sorcerer didn’t even give a rat’s ass about his dignity anymore. Not where his family was involved.

“Why don’t you check your files again?” Tony suggested. “If we’re wrong, you’ll grant me the opportunity to threaten our contributions to this school’s funding. I think your statements during this meeting certainly warrant that.”

The principal left the room in a hurry, muttering about “my conduct, of all things?!”

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It wasn’t uncommon for Peter walk down the hallways linking arms with Ned and MJ. His friends gave him strength, empowered him to be the best he could, and made him laugh. They were truly the best friends in the world.

Peter just didn’t agree with them when they begged him to report his bullies. He always replied with a “then beg,” sending them into laughter but leaving Ned and MJ with worry for their friend.

“I hate to be a downer,” Ned began, looking to MJ for support. She nodded at him to continue, and so he did. “Peter that bruise looks like it hurts.”

“Oh, my eye?” Peter asked, well aware that he had a black eye. “It’s not as bad as the bruises you can’t see.”

“That’s the point, Peter,” MJ said, as gently as possible. “It’s really bad, and you know your parents will want to know about it.”

“They care so much and don’t want anything like this to happen to anyone, least of all you,” Ned added.

Peter sighed and nodded. “I can’t believe I accidentally told my sister.”

“If you’d told Illyana, I think she would’ve taken care of the bullies herself,” Ned said. “She’s a little scary.”

“Ned, she’s ten (10) and nothing to be scared of. She’s just chaotic and cunning in a way that Morgan isn’t,” Peter replied.

“A boss bitch at such a young age... we love to see it,” MJ added. “Now can we please go to lunch? I want to get good seats.”

The trio continued walking, Ned and Peter reminding MJ that they sat in the same seats for lunch everyday.

“Betty always steals the specific spot I want at our table,” MJ quipped. “I love Betty, but that’s honestly a pet peeve. How can I sketch Peter in disaster mode if I can’t see him?”

“You can’t,” Peter and Ned replied in unison.

MJ rolled her eyes. “Why am I friends with you losers?”

“Because we’re your losers,” Peter declared. As the group walked past the principal’s office, the start of his next sentence was interrupted by a very frantic Principal Morita.

“Peter! Sorry to interrupt, but may I see you in my office for a moment?” He asked.

Peter looked at Ned and MJ. “Go on without me.”

“Like hell we’d do that! Now I have a chance to talk to MJ about the conspiracy theories I read last night,” Ned replied, sitting down on a nearby bench.

“Oh joy!” MJ said, sarcasm flooding off of her as she sat beside Ned.

Meanwhile, Principal Morita ushered Peter into his office. “I need to check something quickly, just go sit down.”

Peter did as he was told, surprised and honestly relieved to see his dads sitting there. “Morgan told you what I said?”

Tony nodded. “She was worried about you, and what she said worried us. Sit down.”

Peter grabbed a nearby chair, sitting on Tony’s right.

“Peter, are you okay?” Stephen asked, shifting into doctor mode.

“There’s no point in not being honest, since you know,” Peter said. “Today wasn’t so bad though. I just got kicked around a bit and shoved into my locker.”

“Am I wrong to assume that you’re understating it?” Stephen asked.

Peter shook his head. “You’re not wrong. I’m ashamed of myself, and why shouldn’t I be?”

“Pete—”

Peter dropped his voice so low that only his parents could hear. “I’m such a good superhero, aren’t I?”

“You are. Your worth isn’t determined by what they say about you or how despicably they treat you. You’ve proven yourself and your good heart everyday, some people are just shitty,” Stephen said. “Peter, who did this?”

“It doesn’t matter, Doctor Dad. They won’t get punished. It’ll only continue and it’ll get worse since the bullies will know you know, and—”

“Take a deep breath, Petey,” Tony encouraged, noticing his son beginning to hyperventilate. “I know this is unexpected, but we’ll figure something out. And I’ll successfully make sure your dad doesn’t kill the principal in the process.”

“Is that why you’re holding him back?” Peter asked.

Tony nodded, still gently massaging Stephen’s spine.

“He’s not really holding me back, I could spring into action if I wanted to. Your father is too short to hold me back properly,” Stephen quipped.

“Okay, rude,” Tony replied.

“If the shoe fits,” Stephen snarked back at him. He looked at Peter again. “Don’t think that question will be left unanswered.”

“Doctor Dad, it doesn’t matter who’s bullying me. After this meeting it’ll just be someone else, someone who didn’t get caught,” Peter said.

“So much for anti-bullying policies,” Tony muttered. “Your principal has a suspicion that you’re the bully, but I doubt that’s true.”

“Why would I want to bully anyone? I’m not like them,” Peter replied.

“Like who?” Stephen asked.

“I found no evidence on file that lists Peter reporting a bully,” Principal Morita announced, reentering the room. “Our records indicate that at least three (3) students have reported him for violent misconduct, however.”

“I didn’t, I would never hurt anybody!” Peter fretted. “The guys who beat me up told me that they’d do that to get me into trouble, and then they shoved me into a locker.”

“Who?” Morita asked, disbelief surrounding him.

“Flash Thompson is the worst of them,” Peter confessed. He proceeded to list the names of Flash’s cronies as well as everything they’d done to him, his face burning. He just wanted to go home and hide.

Morita sighed when Peter was finished talking. His parents shared looks of rage and sadness, Tony consoling both Stephen and Peter. “Thank you for discussing this, Peter. I’m sure that wasn’t easy.”

“Um... may I go find my friends?” Peter asked nervously.

“If that’s what you want, go ahead,” Tony replied.

“Mr. Stark, you don’t speak for me. Especially not if your child doesn’t feel comfortable talking about his wellbeing with you,” Morita said. “Peter, you may go.”

“Love you Petey!” Stephen called after him as he left.

Peter ran back into the office to hug each of his parents in turn before scurrying out again.

Stephen’s gaze hardened, his stare intense enough to bury Morita in the dirt. “If you ever speak to my husband that way again, or treat my son with such arrogant neglect if he needs to report something like this in the future, you will rue this day.”

“I see no reason to take any action thus far, Peter looks fine and the alleged ‘bullies’ families contribute heavily to Midtown’s success,” Morita said.

“As do we... for now,” Tony replied, a low protective growl in his voice. If Stephen wasn’t so angry, he’d be swooning all over his husband.

But there would be time for that later.

“Did you SEE the contusions around and under his eye?” Stephen asked, inhaling sharply. “I assume he has more, but he’s scared to say so.”

“And it’s no wonder why. With how aggressive you two (2) are, why would he discuss anything with you?” Morita replied.

“My mother didn’t raise a bitch, and we’re not raising a liar,” Stephen snapped.

Tony clicked a pen he found in his pocket. “I’m going to strongly advise that you not get him riled up. Why not check the security cameras? If the Thompson kid and his group don’t have any injuries, you’ll know Pete is telling the truth. He doesn’t like to fight and wouldn’t hit back.”

“Is this a... what I’ve heard students call a ‘flex,’ Mr. Stark? You bought the security equipment and paid for renovations to the AV room, why wouldn’t you run an experiment to see if your money is being put to good use?” The principal leaned back in his chair.

Stephen was fully ready to stand up, but Tony kept him still. All things considered, he was doing a good job of keeping the sorcerer level. To be fair, Tony couldn’t (and this didn’t) keep Stephen from yelling, “You have some nerve, you audacious idiot!”

“It’s fine babe, relax,” Tony said. This man could disparage Tony’s integrity all he wanted, it didn’t matter. “At the very least, Mr. Morita, find some way to prove that those boys are uninjured and exonerate my son. We will be withholding any additional gifts until you’ve done that and re-evaluated the anti bullying policy to our standards. As such, I expect a draft of your new policy in my work email no later than 9am Monday, so I can share it with Stephen. We’re done here.”

“Thanks for wasting our time and making our kid feel bad, asshat,” Stephen snapped. He stood up once Tony let go of his shirt, taking his husband’s hand and striding out of the room. Once they were away from the school and out of earshot, Stephen slouched. “That was exhausting.”

Tony just nodded, softly cupping Stephen’s cheek. “You busy the rest of the day?”

“No, why?”

“Because I need a coffee, and you need some kind of sweet or a pickmeup.”

Stephen smiled for the first time since before the meeting. “You know me so well.”

“How could I not? I’m your husband,” Tony replied, rolling his eyes lovingly. “What I would love more than anything, right now, is some caffeine.”

It was Stephen’s turn to roll his eyes. “We can’t have you caffeine-deprived, can we? Let’s go.”

Are We The Fools?| Chapter One: Fall

The Series | Prologue 

Word count: 3800

Warnigns: cursing, mentions of sex

A/N: I know I took forever to write this, life isn’t easy at all. But here it is! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter, I hope you guys like it! I’m so soft for doofus!Rick, it was hard treating him like this.

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One thing was certain: Rick Sanchez was in love.

All he could think was Diane: Diane and her soft, blonde hair; Diane and the sweet perfume she always wore; Diane’s beautiful green eyes; The flavor of her mouth during a kiss; Her small fingers running through his hair as she hungrily kissed him.

Diane. Diane. Diane.

He couldn’t get tired of her. Rick could remember all the moments he spent with her, for it was his favorite time of the day. Gosh, he even remembered — with his face and ears burning — their first kiss! It has been six months since they first started with their deal and Rick still thought it all could be a long dream.

It was Wednesday afternoon and classes were over. Putting his books inside his locker, his glance landed on a light blue piece of paper that fell at his feet. He quickly and discreetly picked it up and read.

“Will you help me getting ready for tomorrow’s exam, rabbit? 7:00 pm, at my place. Be good and you know what happens later ♡”

Rick felt his blood rising to his face again. It didn’t even need to show the sender, for he already knew it was Diane’s doing. She always send small notes telling him what to do and where to go, promising good things later.

The blue haired man quietly folded the paper and put it inside his ripped jeans pocket. Closing his locker, he started wandering through the corridors again.

He couldn’t help but get anxious imagining what Diane’d do after their study session. Biting his lower lip, his hand lightly rested against his left shoulder, over a specific sensitive spot close to his neck. The hickey Diane got him was right there, covered by his shirt and jacket. She always leaves marks on his body so Rick can remember that all these fever dreams were actually reality. He never dared to mark her, though, he couldn’t bear knowing that he hurt her soft skin.

Rick turned the corridor with his head down, trying not to show his reddened face to everyone who passed by. Remembering all the things he got to do with Diane makes him happy and embarrassed at the same time. Sadly, he knew the love of his life was kind of using him.

But was she really only using him?

There were times, right after some studying together, that she’d ask him which lipstick to use or if he liked how she did her hair. At these times, Rick got confused, since he didn’t expect her to care for his opinion, but would gladly tell her what could make her look even more stunning. And she actually used what he suggested. Carefully painting her lips and flirtatious curling a finger around a lock of her hair, she’d look at him with a malicious smile.

“Like this, rabbit?”

Rick scratched the back of his head and entered the chemistry lab, a goofy smile forming on his mouth. There was more. Diane, after some weeks with their agreement, actually asked him trivial questions. They sometimes talked about ordinary things like stupid TV shows and the food they like. Rick learned that her favorite color is mint green and that bunnies are the animals she likes the most — don’t even have to say how his heart melts every time she calls him rabbit since he discovered it. Diane even had spent hours on the phone with him, gossiping about her popular friends and complaining about something they said.

Humming a song, Rick started cleaning the laboratory as his teacher had asked him. And his mind couldn’t stop thinking that she asked for him. She kissed him because she wanted to, and she always came back for more. He never forced her to go to bed with him, she was the one seducing him every time. And it was his name she moaned, she cried out for him. That should count as something.

Rick covered his mouth, hiding the hopeful smile he was wearing from the emptiness of the laboratory. Yeah... maybe Diane actually was somewhat interested in him? He never saw her going out with other guys since they started their thing, it’s a fact. Part of him shyly assumed it was because he was enough for her, that she wouldn’t need anyone else if she had him.

The young man put some acids back in the cabinets and locked the glass doors. Throwing away the gloves he used to do such task, he turned the lights off. It was already past 5:35 pm and he had to prepare his notes for Diane’s studies.

“You being enough for her? Don’t be stupid, Rick.” He sighed and shook his head in order to get rid of the wonderful idea.

“Don’t be stupid.” Diane replied.

Rick froze. His heart started beating so fast he thought it was going to explode. Gosh, when did she enter the room? He definitely didn’t hear the distinct echo of her high heels. With sweat forming on his forehead, he slowly turned around with his hands raised in a defensive way, completely ready to face the death glare Diane always gives him when he does something stupid.

But what he saw was... nothing.

He was the only person in the room. Furrowing his eyebrow, his eyes searched for the blonde woman in the dark laboratory. No, she definitely wasn’t there. A low murmur could be heard and Rick carefully followed it. Slowly, he approached the large window in the right corner of the room. He looked outside and his heart skipped a beat.

Out there, he could see Diane with her back against the wall and a tall muscular man with his right arm beside her head, cornering her. Diane had an unamused expression on her face as the guy continued saying something Rick couldn’t hear. He had that cocky grin as he shamelessly analyzed her body.

Rick thought of fighting the man, of pushing him away from her and telling him to never look at her again, for he was the one who truly loved her. But before he could gather all the courage to do so, his eyes saw the kiss that man gave Diane. He firmly held her neck from behind and hungrily kissed her mouth. Diane stood still at first, but, when that guy pressed his body against hers, her arms wrapped around his neck and the kiss somehow got even more intense.

She wanted to kiss that man.

Rick couldn’t understand. He quietly took some steps back, his chest aching. Why was she kissing him back? He took some more steps and gulped, his throat dead dry. His mind screamed that, yes, she was kissing that guy the same way she kissed him: with the same fever and need.

He is not special.

She was just using him.

It was all a big joke.

Rick turned around and quickly made his way towards the door. He abruptly stopped, feeling something wetting both of his cheeks. His right hand lightly touched his cheek and he looked down at his fingers. It was water. No, tears.

“... A-Am I crying?” He whispered to himself, his voice cracking.

He passed his hands over his cheeks to remove the tears, but it was no use: they came back no matter how hard he rubbed his eyes. A sob escaped his throat and he felt the air escaping his lungs.

“She tricked you and you fell right into her trap. It never meant anything to her.” His mind echoed.

Rick held his head between his hands, trying to shut his mind at all costs. But he couldn’t. All he could see was Diane kissing that man. All he could hear was her voice repeating over and over again:

“Don’t be stupid.”

So he decided to run away. He desperately opened the door and somehow managed to lock it. Turning around, he walked out of the college in a quick pace, crossed arms hugging each other. His desperate eyes evicted any kind of contact.

Fortunately, there were just a few people left. Rick didn’t need anyone to humiliate him and his appearance now, he already felt like the worst and most ridiculous thing in the world. With his head down, he made his long way back home, tears on the ground wherever he passed.

Geez, he felt his heart breaking in two. Why was he like that? Why so dreamy and weak? He really thought he would mean anything for Diane? Diane falling in love with him... just in his dreams. It was about time for him to grow up.

After what felt like hours of running, he finally arrived at his safe house. Twisting the doorknob with unsteady hands, he made a decision: It is time to stop. He will no longer be her toy.

“You... You have to respect yourself and, and s-stop with what hurts you.” Rick murmured to himself the lines his therapist many years ago told him.

He was standing in the middle of his living room. It was a modest house, and all he could afford was a tiny tv and cheap furnitures. There were a few frames on the walls and some plants in the corners of the rooms, for they relaxed him. The light walls contrasted with the usual dark illumination. And behind his couch was a huge mirror that came along with the house.

The mirror showed him a pathetic figure: It was a man strangely tall with ridiculous messy blue locks; He had swollen eyes, tears still making their way down his deformed red face; His longs arms wrapped his excessively skinny body; Oh, and how he looked utterly terrified. Clearly, it’s a man no one wants around.

Something that’s meant to be alone in this world.

“I... am not like that!” Rick sobbed, closing his eyes tight. Once again, he had his head between his hands in a firm grip.

It felt like dying. No, he wish it was death he was facing. The air escaped his lungs, his throat ached and his heart was beating so loud he can hear it. He wanted all of that to stop, to go back to the time he wasn’t in love with Diane, or at least to the time before all this nightmare started. But it’s impossible, he already tried making a time travel gadget.

“Get over with all of this!” His mind screamed.

Rick groaned and, still holding his hair firmly, ran to his room. For a moment, he froze still at the door. His eyes met a frame with Diane’s picture. It was from the day they went to a carnival, in which she herself took the picture and gave it to him as a gift.

Rick took some steps towards the frame and grabbed it. Diane looked so gorgeous. Her devilish green eyes looked at him as if daring him to look away. Her lips were painted in pink and showed a sided smile. He remembered the perfume she was wearing that day, a sweet one, which made him feel somewhat relaxed by her side.

His trembled hands held that frame as if it could break at any second. Hesitantly, he brought it over his trash can. Rick’s dark eyes locked with Diane’s big ones and she dared him to throw her away.

“Don’t be stupid.” She warned him.

His eyes shut tightly and he breathed heavily. Rick looked one more time to the painful feeling he was holding and sighed sadly. He couldn’t do it. Even so badly hurt and used, Rick couldn’t throw Diane away. His heart shamefully belonged to her and it couldn’t bear treating her as nothing less than the most important thing in this world.

It’s really stupid and naive, he knew. But something needed to be done.

That’s why Rick took everything he had that came from her or that reminded him of her and packed it all together in a huge box. That beautiful frame, some tiny bunny shaped plushies and every single note she once wrote him that he kept, everything now locked away from his heart.

After putting the box deep inside his closet, under some other things, Rick allowed himself to take a deep breath. His body felt tired and all he wanted was to sleep, maybe for a thousand years and never have to look at her again. However, it’s exams week and he can’t just stay home whenever he wants.

This thought reminded him of the exam Diane will take the next day and he felt guilty for not helping her. He quietly took the light blue paper he left inside his pocket and unfold it. His tired eyes read the same words he remembered, but now they sounded so melancholic.

One more tear hit the floor as Rick weakly ripped it in two.

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Diane put her hands over his chest and firmly pushed him away. While he was still trying to keep his balance, she grabbed her pocket mirror and fixed her lipstick and hair.

“Wow... that was hot.” The brunette smirked down to her, removing her lipstick from his mouth with his thumb.

Diane rolled her eyes.

“No, David. That was boring.” She closed the tiny mirror and put it back in her purse. Her sharp stare back at him. “Is that all you’ve got?”

The man named David laughed under his breath, not believing what he just heard. His left hand found its way to her hair and put a lock behind her ear, grabbing her chin right after. His right arm once again was lifted besides her head, as if to trap her. The harsh look the woman gave him made a sided smile appears on his face.

“You’re a though lady.” He commented.

Diane faked a laugh and slapped his hand away from her face. She removed the hair from behind her ear and slowly approached her body to his, a sweet smile over her lips.

“You’re right, I’m too much for you, little boy.” She seductively trailed her finger over his chest, her mouth almost touching his ear as she whispered. “And I’m not losing my time with you again.”

She patted his right cheek two times as he slowly leaned in for a kiss and calmly made her away back to the insides of the building, her cat walking keeping his confused eyes on her hips. Diane smirked as she went inside, knowing very well that he just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t enough and yet he still longed for her. Tricking and dumping horny guys is such a pleasure to her, she would never stop loving how their confident smile tragically fades as she walks away.

The blonde woman grabbed a new pack of bubble gum and shoved some inside her mouth to get rid of what was left from David’s saliva. Sometimes the privileged view she had from dumping them doesn’t really makes up for the nasty mouth she has to kiss or the abusive hands she has to tolerate over her body. Today was just like that. Yet she couldn’t let David know that he did affect her, even if it wasn’t the way he wanted.

Diane stopped in front of her locker and opened it. Pretending to search for something inside, she took the moment to take a deep breath and relief her anger. David was not planned. That disgusting kiss definitely wasn’t something she wished to happen today. And how she hated when things ran out her control.

It had been some weeks since the first time David flirted with her. Although she never really flirted back, he didn’t stop. Everyday he’d come up with something new to show her how he was “a good catch”. But no matter how long Diane stared at him, she couldn’t even call him cute. He was just a shithead with some muscles, just like most of the guys she knew. Nothing special, nothing new, just the same old crap. That’s why she decided to put an end in all of this and give him that goddamn kiss. A kiss he would probably remember for the rest of his life as the one followed by her eternal indifference.

The beautiful lady rolled her green eyes in disgust at the recent memory. Her glance finally fell over her math book, reminding her of someone else. For the first time in her life, Diane grabbed her exercises book somewhat excited. She threw it and some papers inside her purse and closed her locker with a confident smile. She had some preparations to do.

Diane took a taxi back home and lost count of times the driver made her roll her pretty eyes in boredom. He kept talking about how he was looking for a girl who would understand him while giving her suggestive looks. As if he had any chance with her. The blonde asked him to stop one street before her true destiny to make sure he wouldn’t know where she lived and almost threw the money at his face while leaving the car.

Picking up the pace, Diane cursed under her breath for having to walk on high heels back home. God, she needed someone who owned a car and wasn’t a complete asshole to drive her home once in a while. Maybe everyday. Her mind searched for anyone she knew that would volunteer to drive her around the town, but only came up with stupid guys with whom she had already slept.

“Those are useless, I can’t rely on them even for good sex.” She murmured to herself as she stopped in front of her house, searching for her keys.

Once inside, Diane quickly got out of her high heels and breathed deeply. Damn, her feet hurt really bad that day. Massaging her tired toes, she looked up at the clock, it was already 6:10 pm. She called that driver’s mom a bitch a few more times as she passed a hand through her perfect, golden locks and looked around the room. Now she had to run her preparations for the study session.

Diane took all her clothes off and shoved them somewhere in her wardrobe. Her eyes scanned the furniture for something appropriate for the occasion, something he would like seeing her wearing, but that wouldn’t distract him too much. Just a little. With a malicious smirk, she decided for something simple. He was a simple man, after all.

It was already past seven when Diane really finished everything she wanted. She was wearing white shorts with a thin, glued to her body, blue t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just so the true curves of her average sized breasts could be seen. Her hair was in a messy bun and her lips were painted in a light pink. She looked casual, but still desirable. Or at least she hoped.

On the table, she spread books and notes along with colorful pencils and bowls of snacks. She also put two glasses of wine and its bottle on the right corner of the table, she needed them to survive this task. Diane looked at her doing with a proud smile. It seemed like a local of study, but also with some intimacy. She almost couldn’t hide her excitment for what was to come - after all the calculations and studying, of course. Now all she had to do was wait for her colleague.

In an instant, Diane threw her tired self on her couch and closed her eyes, feeling all her tense muscles finally relaxing. It had been a though day. She had to keep up with Sharon talking about her dreamy guy, her teacher complaining about her grades, her mom calling her house to remind the lady to pay the bills and then with David being the complete idiot he is. All she wanted was peace. Complete silence. Maybe someone to tell her how amazing she is for dealing with all of this.

And, out of nowhere, his face popped into her mind. His stupid, gentle smile and messy blue hair were a unique combination in her memories. The way he shyly laughed at her comments and scratched the back of his back somewhat made her want to kiss him hard. As if she wanted to remove all his innocence and kindness from him, as if she wanted him to look and act just like all the other guys she knew: like she was a prize they earned after long minutes of chatting and flirting, not wanting to waste a single second of touching her body. But he never changed, he never treated her like that. To Rick she was like a divine visitor and he gladly satisfied all her wishes. Almost like he saw it as a mission.

He was so pure and naive...

Diane turned to her side and looked at the door. It was weird that Rick didn’t arrive on time, he usually is really punctual. She frowned her thin eyebrows and closed her eyes again. He soon will knock at her door, just like always. Although this time she’d mock him about showing up late.

Without her noticing, a small smile soon appeared over her lips. She was thinking about him again. But this time it wasn’t about his cute compliments or nice behaviour. No, the young woman was remembering all the long nights she had kept him awake, all the marks she had left over his body to satisfy his lusty dream and all the pleasure he made her feel.

Yeah, that’s right, the nerd guy was really good at bed, she couldn’t deny it. And it was also true that she didn’t go out with other guys ever since their thing started. Rick sure as hell made her feel good, but it was also because no other guy seemed to be worthy her time and body. It’s just a coincidence.

Even so, Diane still questioned herself why she had to spend so much time getting dressed and doing makeup for him. Why so much work for Rick Sanchez? He would die to breath the same air as her anyway. So why?

“You’re getting crazy from lack of sleep, Diane.” She murmured to herself, her right hand massaging her temple.

Diane opted to leave all those questions to another time and breathed deeply once again. Now she wanted to focus on happy thoughts only. Since she was getting close to sleep, all her mind could remember were short memories: the mint green bracelet her father gave her, cute bunnies she once petted and the beach.

And before she knew it, Diane fell asleep as her mind drifted off. The last happy thought she had was with Rick, at a carnival.

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Animal Crossing Countdown

I didn’t find this post until today, so I have to do a LOT of questions in a very short span of time, namely for my own amusement and the two people who care. But I’m gonna put it under a read more because no one needs to see a post this long in the actual ACNH tag.

1: Do you prefer making up a new name for your villager, or using your own name?

I tend to use my nickname, because I share my name with one of my favourite villagers, so it gets confusing and annoying.

2: Do you use the first map you’re given, or do you reset for layouts?

I reset for layouts, but I’m not terribly picky. I reset more because of fruit than layout.

3: Do you use the face you’re given, or do you wait for guides and choose your favourite?

Guides. Me not knowing that your face is dependent on some arbitrary questions was the cause of me immediately restarting my first town.

4: Favourite town/island name?/Have you a name picked out for your town/island?

I’ve only ever played New Leaf, and my town’s name was Wishfall. I’m not sure what I’ll name the island yet, but Wishfall is definitely one of the options.

5: Will you be sharing with friends/family, or is your island going to be all your own?

No. Mine. Though I will be inviting people over, no one will have a house but me.

6: What’s a new feature you’re excited about?

Redirecting rivers. Terraforming. Placing villager houses. Anything that will help me maintain and mold the island into what I want it to be.

7: Favourite fruit?

Apples. Second favourite are cherries, but only for looks.

8: Least favourite fruit?

Probably pears, which is funny, since Wishfall’s town specialty were pears. I don’t like how they look, and I’m also allergic. Second least favourite would be oranges.

9: Favourite area? (Beach, campground, shopping district etc, from any entry in the series.)

The museum.

10: Where do you like to like to put your house? Do you like that level of customization, or do you prefer to have some things decided, like in older entries?

I don’t have experience with the older entries, but I know I’d prefer to make a choice on where my house goes. I like it to be a little away from other villagers, usually backed up against a cliff.

11: Favourite grass pattern?

Triangle.

12: Least favourite grass pattern?

Circle, but it’s not that I don’t like it. I just prefer it less.

13: Favourite villager/s?

Whitney. Julian. Pashmina. Drago. Merengue. Bam. Merry. Apollo.

14: Least favourite villager/s?

Jambette. Cobb. Chops. Frita.

15: Did you like doing Tom Nook’s chores, or did you find those to be a pain?

I mean. I like tasks. But having only played ACNL, I can’t say I HAD any chores besides “Pay your loan!”

16: Favourite NPC/s?

Kicks. Blathers. Crazy Redd. Katrina. Isabelle, obviously.

17: Least favourite NPC/s?

Zipper. Chip. Pave.

18: Do you use paths? Are you excited about the new path tool?

Yes, and fuck yes.

19: Favourite feature from an older entry?

I would have liked to see what the Celeste constellation thing was about. I’ve heard about it, but I don’t know any details. But I like the idea.

20: What was your first Animal Crossing game?

New Leaf was the first game I played in depth and actually owned, but I did play a little of a game on a DS when I was in high school. Probably Wild World. I really only remember shaking trees.

21: Favourite activity (fishing, bug catching, fossil hunting, other)?

Collecting museum donations.

22: Least favourite activity?

The arbitrary rules for the bug or fish tournaments, or the randomization of rewards given in any events at all. The events themselves would be fine, if they made any damn sense.

23: Favourite bug?

Emperor Butterfly. Birdwing Butterfly. Orchid Mantis. Oak Silk Moth. Walking Leaf.

24: Least favourite bug?

Fucking Mole Crickets. Not a fan of the House Centipede or Tarantula either.

25: A quarter of the way there! How’s the wait?

Impatience. So much impatience.

26: Favourite fish?

Goldfish. Sea Butterfly.

27: Least favourite fish?

Giant Trevally. That thing is fucking ugly. Napoleonfish, too.

28: Favourite fossil?

Fern Fossils or any skulls, but I actually don’t have any strong feelings one way or another.

29: Least favourite fossil?

Coprolite. ...Why.

30: Favourite furniture series?

Don’t really have one, though I’m partial to the Regal and Exotic series.

31: Least favourite furniture series?

Lovely. Don’t like it. Don’t like Kiddie much, either, though it’s cute for certain villagers like Kitt or Stitches.

32: Favourite soundtrack? (Gamecube, DS/Wii, etc)

New Leaf, since it’s my only experience.

33: Least favourite soundtrack?

None.

34: Favourite wallpaper?

Lunar Horizon. The Forest Wall, too.

35: Do you have a nice memory of the games/community etc you’d like to share?

When Pashmina moved in next to me, I was irritated. I’d specifically placed my house next to Re-Tail, but not too close, and she moved in between the two buildings. ...But now she’s my favourite goat, my favourite uchi villager, and honestly, I love her to bits. First impressions apparently don’t always matter too much.

36: Least favourite wallpaper?

Industrial, probably.

37: Favourite carpet?

Palace Tile, I suppose? Though it doesn’t go with everything.

38: Least favourite carpet?

Closed Road, probably.

39: Favourite furniture item?

Whichever grasshopper it is that goes in a cute little bamboo cage.

40: Will you be buying a Switch for Animal Crossing, or do you already have one?

I have one already, sadly. I’m sending it out for repairs, though.

41: Least favourite furniture item?

There are some uuuugly ass furniture items, but it’s impossible to remember them, so I don’t.

42: Favourite flower?

Black or pink lilies, blue and purple violets, and blue and purple roses.

43: Least favourite flower?

Meh. I like them all okay. If I had to choose, I’d say I’m not overly fond of the Cosmos.

44: Favourite hybrid?

See above.

45: Least favourite hybrid?

I don’t care much for the orange pansies.

46: Favourite shirt?

Night-Sky Tee.

47: Favourite dress?

I don’t wear them.

48: Favourite accessory?

Feathers.

49: Favourite hat/helmet?

FEATHERS.

50: Halfway there! How’s the wait going?

IMPATIENCE.

51: Favourite shop?

Kicks, I guess. Even though I don’t go in there. I love him. And the sign squeaks.

52: Do you collect amiibo cards/figures? Would you like to see them used in the new game?

I have a good amount of cards, both real and fake. Some figures, too. I wouldn’t say I collect them, but I try to have them just in case. I’d like them in the new game.

53: Fishing Tourney or Bug-Off?

Fucking neither, but if I HAD to choose, Fishing Tourney. At least in New Leaf. I like catching bugs more, but it seems totally random if they’re lackluster or not. I don’t prefer fishing, but at least all you need is the damn size to tell you if it’s a good fish or not.

54: Do you like making your own clothing patterns?

Nope.

55: Did you streetpass with many other ACNL players, or is it a feature you didn’t get much use of?

I streetpassed a bit but eventually turned it off after getting too more undesirable villagers from other people. Frita and Chops will always be two of my most despised villagers for this reason.

56: Favourite villager species?

Wolves.

57: Least favourite villager species?

Gorillas.

58: Favourite nickname from a villager?

Darling, but I liked that Merry called me Pop Star. It was charming coming from her.

59: Least favourite nickname from a villager?

Big Y. Indeed. Big why.

60: Do you try to collect everything in the game, or just try to get your favourite bits and pieces?

I try to collect everything eventually but I’m not insane about it. I like to fill my catalog.

61: Favourite villager personality?

Smug. But it looks better on some villagers than others. Cute on Julian or Lopez, AWFUL on Chops.

62: Least favourite villager personality?

Jock, but again, while it’s cute on Bam, I loathe it on Cobb. It really depends on the villager, somehow.

63: Do you “plot reset” for villager house placement, or do you let them move in wherever they want?

I plot reset a bit, but only if they moved somewhere particularly undesirable.

64: Are you excited to wear any of the new accessories (like the bags etc shown in the E3 trailer)?

Of course I am!

65: What season are you most looking forward to seeing in New Horizons?

Fall. The mushrooooooms.

66: What’s your favourite season?

Fall, though I loved how the cherry blossoms were carried on the river in spring.

67: Least favourite season?

Probably winter, just because it starts to look uninteresting after awhile.

68: Which game’s events/holidays do you like the most?

I’m partial to Halloween. Also, I have to cheat during April Fool’s Day, but the villagers’ reactions to Blanca are cute. I also begrudgingly like Bunny Day, but I can’t say I love it because Zipper creeps me out. I love collecting the eggs from all over the place, but he gives you totally random items, so. Eh.

69: Which game’s events/holidays do you like least?

Love feathers. Hate Pave. Seriously. Can’t stand him. He’s super annoying to me. I like the feather-catching portion and that is IT. I also believe I’ve already expressed my dislike for tournaments.

70: Do you have another nice AC related memory you’d like to share (in-game, of the community, etc)?

Weirdly, this is related to Pashmina again, but once I visited her after I got my face destroyed by bees, and she gave me medicine. I know now that uchi villagers in particular are likely to do this, but I’d never seen it happen before, and I was touched.

71: Do you prefer the “live” versions of K.K. Slider’s Songs, or the airchecks?

Yes.

72: An NPC you’d like to see more of?

Kicks. Sable. Katrina.

73: An NPC you’d like to see less of?

Chip.

74: If you could have any piece of AC merchandise, which would it be?

I dunno. A big comfy hoodie, maybe? A mug? I’m not particularly materialistic. I like useful things.

75: Only 25 days left to go! How’s the wait?

You know, I’m really glad I spent the last few months hyped for games that came out over time. It’s been bite-size chunks of releases that were only a little ways away. Fire Emblem: Three Houses. Concrete Genie. Pokemon Sword. The Cindered Shadows DLC. Pokemon Mystery Dungeon. I can’t imagine this having been the only game I was looking forward to, or I would have died by now.

76: Will you be downloading the game, or getting a physical copy?

Physical copy. As much as I’d love to play it right at midnight, I like not having to wait for download time, or take up a lot of space in storage. I’m hoping my GameStop does a midnight release, but I’m not counting on it.

A Vent

Hello. My name is nano (not really, of course), I’m an art student from rural Britain, and I really need a place to vent right now. I don’t know if anyone will read this, or if any of those people will know me, but at this point I don’t really care.

Since childhood, I’ve lived a very privileged life. My family aren’t well off but we get by, my father has always had a job and my mother has always looked after my brother and I. They have their flaws and we’ve had our arguments, but my parents really are amazing. However, unfortunately, that doesn’t grant me ease of passage through life - especially with the world in the state it’s in right now.

I know that I have it much better than a lot of people, and I have always known that. I tend to get things in halves. I have autism spectrum disorder, but I’m not nonverbal and most people don’t even notice. I have fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue syndrome, but I’m not wheelchair-bound. I have depression and anxiety, but I’ve never attempted suicide. I have an atypical eating disorder, not anorexia or bulimia (for those out there who do suffer with any of the things I’ve mentioned, my heart goes out to you. I may never understand your struggle but I will always strive to do the best I can to help, and I hope that you can all get through your respective hardships).

Now, as you can probably tell, I’m a very average person. Average height, average weight, average education and average skill levels. My brother, on the other hand, is a little less conventional. He has moderate to severe autism with learning difficulties which he was diagnosed with at quite a young age, and although he has yet to be diagnosed with it, my mother swears that he has pathological demand avoidance. He is also fairly tall and quite overweight, making him a formidable opponent.

These factors add up - the autistic meltdowns, the avoidance of any helpful behaviour and the refusal of commands and the sheer size of him - to make him an absolutely unbearable person to live with. He frequently attacks my family and I, both physically and verbally and with varying degrees of severity. It gets to the point, fairly often, that the police have to be called. My entire family have had to literally sit on his back in order to restrain him before, and it only gets worse once he is taken into hospital. At one point, he had four fully trained, adult police officers holding him down on a hospital bed. He’s had handcuffs, leg braces, the whole nine yards. It’s hell for everyone else in the family - and not just the humans. We have a menagerie of pets in the house as we are all animal lovers (aside from my father, though he does adore our dogs) and, though my brother doesn’t directly hurt them, the effect on them is clear. Our two dogs, one a huge Labrador/Rottweiler/Springer cross and the other a tiny Jack Russel/Pug mix, are utterly terrified every time he kicks off. They can even feel the tension in the air when we’re “walking on thin ice”, as my mother puts it, or when he’s on the edge of a meltdown. We also have three cats who don’t seem too bothered, although he has held up my cat (the oldest, and the smallest) and threatened to choke her before. I also have four beautiful young budgerigars who experienced his wrath for the very first time today, and it’s safe to say that they weren’t a fan. I’m hoping that they will be okay, though, since wild budgies will suffer much more worrying encounters in Australia.

Today, however, my brother went too far. He directed his anger towards the animals - my animals specifically - and me. My mother spent three days painting a gorgeous high sleeper bed which I only just got. I tried to help out, and I kept her company, but I’m just too sick to do such a physical task. Mom just naturally took over and eventually offered to paint the whole thing - even though she herself is ill. Like I said, my parents are amazing. The bed was a real labour of love for Mom, and she did an amazing job - despite the various hardships faced during the process. It was a real bonding experience for my mother and I, which was sorely needed as my mental health is pretty much non-existent at the moment. I’ll explain this as briefly as I can, just to give an idea of how much this affects me.

Recently, I’ve been suffering hugely with an atypical eating disorder. This possibly started when my ex broke up with me about two years ago, and very slowly built up over the past two years until recently, I stopped eating almost entirely and cut myself down to one small meal per day. The sudden change may or may not have been caused by my final major project in college, which I put my heart and soul into and which ended recently. I got the grade I wanted, but the residual stress left from it certainly took its toll, and my fate was sealed. I became more depressed than ever before and my anxiety, autism and (at the time mild) ED suffered the same way. I isolated myself from all of my friends, even my best friend - our relationship has been recovering slowly but surely from a very rough patch we had last year. I love her more than any other human, but I find it simply impossible to connect with another human being at the moment. My relationship with my parents is also hugely strained since they have to force me to eat now, and though we both know that it’s for the best, it puts a new barrier up between us. Another rather significant contributor is the fact that I have feelings for somebody I can never be with, and I’m quite sure he’s catching feeling for another girl who I’m also friends with, which simply gives me more reasons to distance myself from them. Regardless, back to the current situation.

It started small and simple, like all the worst things do. My mattress is in my parents’ room at the moment, as I can’t risk touching my paint-covered bed. My room also stinks of paint which makes it hard to sleep. My snakes are still in my room, though, as we couldn’t move them. My brother threw a cushion at me through the door. That’s all. I was lying in bed, exhausted and ill, and he threw a pillow at me. I said nothing, threw the pillow onto my parents’ bed, and went back to watching videos. A few minutes later, he threw a doorstop at me. It was heavy, and hit me in the hip, so it hurt a lot more than the cushion did. Again, I said nothing, and texted Mom to tell her what was happening. She came up the stairs pretty quickly, questioning my brother about it in a sympathetic tone. She knows him best, and is the best at diffusing situations like this. Like me, he said nothing. After a short while of her talking to him, though, he shoved past her out of his room and into hers, where I was still lying. I was hesitant to leave the bed, stupidly enough, because I wasn’t wearing trousers. However, my brother soon began threatening (nonverbally, of course) to throw his entire fifteen-pound body onto the mattress and on top of me. I wasn’t about to find out how many of my bones would be broken as I’m fragile enough already, so on request of my mother, I scurried off to the other side of my parents’ bed. He followed. I was hissed at to go into my room, which is what I did. No more than five minutes later, with me now holding a very nervous small dog, I hear a fierce BANG! and my door jumps. I’ve got an old door, one of the originals of our house, and I’ve never seen it budge before. At this point, I realised that he was going to break it down. Another few minutes passed until it happened once more, and once more was all it took. I stuck my legs out, thankfully, and caught the door on my feet, pushing it to the side. Thank goodness it somehow didn’t reach the snake tanks which were mere inches away, as they would have no doubt been shattered. We all knew it now; his anger was directed toward me and me alone. He kept advancing and my mother shooed me out of the room. I grabbed the dogs and hurried them into the utility, turned the light off and crouched down with them in the diffused light from the kitchen. He couldn’t see me, nobody could see me. We were safe. They all came downstairs fairly soon and my dad found me first. He said nothing, simply gave me a stressed look and went back into the kitchen. My mom then came out a few minutes later and informed me that my brother had backed himself onto my sofa, which is currently up against the snake tanks, and had started banging his hands on the glass. Any reptile owners well know that this is an awful situation for any reptile, especially snakes. Even just tapping on their tanks stresses them out to no end. They can stop eating for weeks, and if it’s bad enough, the poor things can even die. I did check the snakes after the whole ordeal and thankfully, they are all still alive and at least one of them is still ready to eat. My brother soon found my hiding place and started advancing again. I had nowhere left to go - my room, the only safe place, was destroyed. I just had to run upstairs and hang around for a while. I could hear him shifting furniture, and the occasional yell from one of my parents as he hit them. I know from experience that his blows are nothing to be scoffed at.

I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but somehow he ended up in my room again, but this time he turned his attention to my bed. Mom was appalled. The face she made was one of sheer horror; she had spent so much time and energy to get it to such a good condition and he had just ruined three days of work. She cried into my shoulder, weeping about the lack of consideration he has for others. I agreed, and we both muttered that we didn’t want him here any more.

That may seem harsh, to you. Who would want their own brother to leave for good? I would have agreed with you, if it weren’t for literal years of constant abuse from this boy, this monster. He’s like Jekyll and Hyde. One minute he can be a perfectly innocent child (he is 15, but his mental state is at the point where he is internally 8 or 9), and then within moments he can switch to some inhuman, unfeeling being of nothing but hate. He cannot be reasoned with, he can only be fought.

He’s gone now, they all are. Mom and him were taken to hospital in an ambulance, and my father followed shortly after. My snakes are alive, my budgies are fine and everything has gone quiet. This will happen again, and it’ll never stop until something is done - but that’s just the thing. What do we do? We’ve jumped through the hoops, we’ve waited years for people to help us and nobody will.

I’m going to be honest, I don’t want to seem like an attention seeker, but I genuinely fear that if this type of thing carries on, I’ll try to kill myself. Tonight put so much strain on my mental state, and each new episode increases that strain so much, that I don’t think it will be too long until I snap.

Sorry that this has been my first post on this blog. It was meant to be an art blog but I’m no longer going to be doing that as I’m completely rebranding myself. This will be a personal blog for me to write about my life - a kind of journal, I suppose.

All the best,

nano

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In TUSKYSupermarket to make sure urine pour on the offering they extend it using pipes 4 the urine to fall in the middle. Supermarkets should be made of thick hard glass so that nothing hidden goes inside. We cant afford/go no trusting the foods, Let a chain store be a chain store not a factory. Open one and thats why in developed world they work 24/7. If a child knows much than in his age in the old Red Indian heritage, he was grabbed at night without his knowing and hurled in the lake superior, the same should happen now. It was done to sway tomorrow evil in the society. I now put my post on football matches as Jamaica vs Domingo or in any country Tv news like Bahama, japan, Congo Tv news check friends of any nation and check them in the 1st - 3rd post on the you-tube and promise there you will find me. Rental houses should be built for visitors not necessarily hotels where if you want to travel to any land you book online and let them be well equipped with modern furniture and TV’s and let the occupation period be 1-3 months not more and this a new business idea and looking forward to not getting a job alongside buying and selling of speedy stick deodorant door to door in overseas market b4 opening an immobile office. The deodorant is bought at $ 3 and me wanna sell it at $ 10 out of shipping fee. This a new business platform i wanna venture into not sleeping around with harlots like Barryme and kepi swears Toni Aloyce. Modems broadband and limosin cars are made out of kilimi/lim, one make one car of different animals i.e hammer one is of cow, Lincoln car one is for wild beast and more. Gi-sin omera bro the walami. Lands with lakes which where dried like KS or Russia are wheat supporting and many people love them coz they are undulating, they give you instant curse and makes you go to hell. Your reproach in judgement time can be population outburst and inconsistent food made you to dry it then you escape fire but without that fire dude. You enjoyed good things bro like onding kenya, the holly ground Moses the green man saw the burning bush- women with release/ejaculate Barnabas as he was masturbating on the cross. The place gives you instant back pain necessary for rapid sex, it arouses you in a nutshell. The same they want to do 4 lake Victoria and great lakes basin they taste for humidity, temperatures, soil while on ship necessary 4 wheat farming and kinda they have found out. Big cities of the world are always built on cool/cold land of that nation to support business in clothing, much cloths sell in cold lands as opposed to hot ones like doa. Thats why the white people relocated capital from dar to dodoma and mombasa to Nairobi to support their used/mitumba clothes and thats why in pretense they say Nairobi or kigali is beautiful coz it feeds them somehow and any city of the same calibre. In TUSKYSupermarket to make sure urine pour on the offering they extend it using pipes 4 the urine to fall in the middle. Supermarkets should be made of thick hard glass so that nothing hidden goes inside. We cant afford/go no trusting the foods, Let a chain store be a chain store not a factory. Open one and thats why in developed world they work 24/7. If a child knows much than in his age in the old Red Indian heritage, he was grabbed at night without his knowing and hurled in the lake superior, the same should happen now. It was done to sway tomorrow evil in the society. I now put my post on football matches as Jamaica vs Domingo or in any country Tv news like Bahama, japan, Congo Tv news check friends of any nation and check them in the 1st - 3rd post on the you-tube and promise there you will find me. Rental houses should be built for visitors not necessarily hotels where if you want to travel to any land you book online and let them be well equipped with modern furniture and TV's and let the occupation period be 1-3 months not more and this a new business idea and looking forward to not getting a job alongside buying and selling of speedy stick deodorant door to door in overseas market b4 opening an immobile office. The deodorant is bought at $ 3 and me wanna sell it at $ 10 out of shipping fee. This a new business platform i wanna venture into not sleeping around with harlots like Barryme and kepi swears Toni Aloyce. Modems broadband and limosin cars are made out of kilimi/lim, one make one car of different animals i.e hammer one is of cow, Lincoln car one is for wild beast and more. Gi-sin omera bro the walami. Lands with lakes which where dried like KS or Russia are wheat supporting and many people love them coz they are undulating, they give you instant curse and makes you go to hell. Your reproach in judgement time can be population outburst and inconsistent food made you to dry it then you escape fire but without that fire dude. You enjoyed good things bro like onding kenya, the holly ground Moses the green man saw the burning bush- women with release/ejaculate Barnabas as he was masturbating on the cross. The place gives you instant back pain necessary for rapid sex, it arouses you in a nutshell. The same they want to do 4 lake Victoria and great lakes basin they taste for humidity, temperatures, soil while on ship necessary 4 wheat farming and kinda they have found out. Big cities of the world are always built on cool/cold land of that nation to support business in clothing, much cloths sell in cold lands as opposed to hot ones like doa. Thats why the white people relocated capital from dar to dodoma and mombasa to Nairobi to support their used/mitumba clothes and thats why in pretense they say Nairobi or kigali is beautiful coz it feeds them somehow and any city of the same calibre. People of florida are dinka as Sudanese, The North of the campas in the map is not reliable, it depends with how you are sitted, my north can be your east or south if you seat not facing the same direction am not sitted. The right north or south is gotten by a magnetic compas. So they say north is hill while south is slanting- piny and malo, juu na chini- but River nile flow against that law from south to North, from Jinja in UG to mediterenian. So the world map aint right, the south pole should take N-pole position on the map and vice versa. The map should be restructured as in, should resemble a bin balance, the Australia and the indonesia, mc donald island should be on-top while the rusian and canada below. When this is done it will remove a certain spirit from peoples head of being rude and big period asserts colly. Anew solar panel that rotates and takes the shape of a mug/cup should be rolled out to captured all light or one that looks like a triangle as opposed to the flat one. Thats a plus and a new market. The deep fried samaki/fish eaten with ugali straight from the frying pan was the forbidden food not fruit and railamolodinga gave it to adam and even, a spirit as i have heard was changing/transfiguring his manwhood so eve rendered him futile so the very fish mixed with cut tomato and onions removes that spirit making you aroused for sexual intercoarse. So in the drone at bar kalare they were naked and the monkey/nyami took their garments to be later found to be naked with a provoking Gods voice. Worker & vineyard parable to cement the truth and king of the jew, just off the frying pan type of fish. Jesus with division, deep fried. Solomondi had dinka blood. When you take a TV that you can set time to switch off automatically as open then with your volt meter locate a place inside that gives you 12 volts then amount it to a small solar power controller unit to connect to the invator to give 240 volts to even run a motor when it on then you got the timer if they are two if you set them alternating in time to go-off and switch on. And thats another world timer according to Nelson mandela ochola of KB friend on FB. Goat and sheep parable and weed parable for the truth to be acertained. You can mount a 12v battery to an invator then use solar power controller mounted with a 10 volt transformer to again charge the same battery with its very own power but use your volt meter to make sure when you connect the wet cell power is just 10 volts to continue the sequence without the battery being finished/runned out. Then with along wire lets say 100 meter- you can roll it partially connect the invator output power of 200 volts given by 10 volt charged battery not 12 V to a welding machine to give you 400 volts that you can even use in welding without burning the invator (1000 watts plus). Madem an adrian startup to amiene enduko and thats precisely my pride, yaani anduko marach according to relevant sources. Wanga eh wiyi, to ewangi kagimaneno maiti mar osiepna maduong, to a youko as shake and node my head like nasikiya maneno, kama rat and one hand of the hand at the jaw on your hand and the other on the hard matress, my tongue upon you and mine likewise, to na pump vinashtea yaani videadly, to am calling ya name sometimes faintly. Arach baba and thats the only expertise inherent in me. Wa pimo nyili dong adriano.

kevinelson mondy <[email protected]>To:[email protected]:Qatar AirwaysBcc:[email protected] 23 at 10:12 AM Show original messageWhoudala they say when you have defeated them with the DNA issue or let them withdraw the cash at the bank which i checked in at the counter to find nothing but they insist their is something long when i used to visit the SD service desk but early in the morning i visited the teller to find nothing. I went to the police to report the matter, they say they have wire the cash but nothing, let them withdraw the cash i wont report it to the court but leave me alone. Kinda they want to look at you in the eye like a man-woman relationship and rab themselves against you. Question is what do you want with me? I pick scrap metal and their is no hurdle put 4 you to do the same. You want me to be like your woman, i pick 4 you and you eat that am whoud dala, fuck that boy!!! They lias with police to identify those with lands to approach like bandits in broad day light. Hooliganism of the highest order/degree. Malachi four MF who to the people who long to see the lords day. Dala ka-nga, Ka-wandete, ka-modi, ka-nyawyeni, i was adopted, well you now know my home so we belong together to come like you want and eat or near me to play with my manwhood like a gay from game siaya, Germand they claim now they are. Whonataka nini baba? kuchesha na mbolo changu, kuangusha/kuchama mimi youhai ama nyumba changu. Recall sarafina movie it needs many people of that city killed by a bullet or siren or Dell as to be caned to eliminate that starbon evil-spirit period. If you are in a very hot place like Doa what comes/crops into your mind is death, seeing dead people in a casket thus gives you no rest and there4 shortens your life span, with cold places you became sympathetic with the dead, mostly you find yourself visiting the graves as cool places but relatively hot place like kisumu of temp 25 average its all good and thats why the white people chose those land for love and long life as cool water.

kevinelson mondy <[email protected]>To:Ruth MugaCc:[email protected]:Collins OderaJul 23 at 10:23 AM ----- Forwarded Message -----From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]>To: [email protected] <[email protected]>Cc: Qatar Airways <[email protected]>Sent: Tuesday, July 23, 2019, 10:12:14 AM GMT+3Subject: Fw: the truth bro ----- Forwarded Message -----From: kevinelson mondy <[email protected]>To: [email protected] <[email protected]>Cc: Qatar Airways <[email protected]>Sent: Monday, July 22, 2019, 01:56:48 PM GMT+3Subject: Fw: the truth bro ----- Forwarded Message -----From: Clement Rabach <[email protected]>To: [email protected] <[email protected]>Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]>Sent: Sunday, July 21, 2019, 6:41:49 PM GMT+3Subject: Fw: the truth bro ----- Forwarded Message -----From: Clement Rabach <[email protected]>To: [email protected] <[email protected]>Cc: Adi Morre Stevo <[email protected]>Sent: Sunday, July 21, 2019, 06:38:56 PM GMT+3Subject: Fw: the truth bro ----- Forwarded Message -----From: Clement Rabach <[email protected]>To: [email protected] <[email protected]>Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]>Sent: Sunday, July 21, 2019, 06:38:20 PM GMT+3Subject: Fw: the truth bro ----- Forwarded Message -----From: Clement Rabach <[email protected]>To: Delvin Vuguza <[email protected]>Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]>Sent: Sunday, July 21, 2019, 06:37:36 PM GMT+3Subject: Fw: the truth bro ----- Forwarded Message -----From: Clement Rabach <[email protected]>To: Frank Lefte Quaresma <[email protected]>Cc: [email protected] <[email protected]>Sent: Sunday, July 21, 2019, 06:35:44 PM GMT+3Subject: the truth bro so what dude

In TUSKYSupermarket to make sure urine pour on the offering they extend it using pipes 4 the urine to fall in the middle. Supermarkets should be made of thick hard glass so that nothing hidden goes inside. We cant afford/go no trusting the foods, Let a chain store be a chain store not a factory. Open one and thats why in developed world they work 24/7. If a child knows much than in his age in the old Red Indian heritage, he was grabbed at night without his knowing and hurled in the lake superior, the same should happen now. It was done to sway tomorrow evil in the society. I now put my post on football matches as Jamaica vs Domingo or in any country Tv news like Bahama, japan, Congo Tv news check friends of any nation and check them in the 1st - 3rd post on the you-tube and promise there you will find me. Rental houses should be built for visitors not necessarily hotels where if you want to travel to any land you book online and let them be well equipped with modern furniture and TV’s and let the occupation period be 1-3 months not more and this a new business idea and looking forward to not getting a job alongside buying and selling of speedy stick deodorant door to door in overseas market b4 opening an immobile office. The deodorant is bought at $ 3 and me wanna sell it at $ 10 out of shipping fee. This a new business platform i wanna venture into not sleeping around with harlots like Barryme and kepi swears Toni Aloyce. Modems broadband and limosin cars are made out of kilimi/lim, one make one car of different animals i.e hammer one is of cow, Lincoln car one is for wild beast and more. Gi-sin omera bro the walami. Lands with lakes which where dried like KS or Russia are wheat supporting and many people love them coz they are undulating, they give you instant curse and makes you go to hell. Your reproach in judgement time can be population outburst and inconsistent food made you to dry it then you escape fire but without that fire dude. You enjoyed good things bro like onding kenya, the holly ground Moses the green man saw the burning bush- women with release/ejaculate Barnabas as he was masturbating on the cross. The place gives you instant back pain necessary for rapid sex, it arouses you in a nutshell. The same they want to do 4 lake Victoria and great lakes basin they taste for humidity, temperatures, soil while on ship necessary 4 wheat farming and kinda they have found out. Big cities of the world are always built on cool/cold land of that nation to support business in clothing, much cloths sell in cold lands as opposed to hot ones like doa. Thats why the white people relocated capital from dar to dodoma and mombasa to Nairobi to support their used/mitumba clothes and thats why in pretense they say Nairobi or kigali is beautiful coz it feeds them somehow and any city of the same calibre.

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lady birds are used to make DVD/VCD/RADIOS. Rubber as saddles are used to make coffins/caskets as well as kales, cabbage or just vegetables. The hump e.g of a cow, lion is used to make drones, Ferrari or Lamborghini cars. Meli are made using rubbers, many collected near a large water body where you direct a woman pointing from her booty up to down on the floor with your fingers repeatedly and there it is as ship dude. Transformers made using onions, cabbages or nyanyas. Greenade can also be made using coconuts the hard one. DONGE-mumekubali my friends esp from BBK that an ngamalich, abihave like a respected fellow- kose-enwach baba. Railadamalo knows very well that he delude adam and eve and that the jew are white, but got misinformation of getting to heaven that you must aid someone white which is a big lie, he fears going to hell fire so during judgement he wanna portray himself as if he didn’t know the consequences of the tree of life and the fruit of wisdom/knowledge so he be acquitted and forgiven, but in Luke 16 parable of the shrude manager- warns him that he got prophets to listen to like Moses and Elijah. You are wasting your time dude, you are heading nowhere with the jew/Egyptian thing. The Hindu have known how to make even guns and they are doing that in east Africa so during violence they can use then against people and portray as the police or people have done such. They must get to their nation period. Mandaratego bwana nyako, onge-mchezo. Panya routes pr, presidency, pretense, short cuts sc, scores, school, peutro rico, public relations, rat, nelson eliminating tiger, asian tigers At, rat, mat, sat etc. Radios are made using coconut as tv, invators etc or kulundeg in luo or wasp to make stereo or some jets as drones. Fruits like melons, avocado, pumpkin, pineaple are can also be used to make such. Timers are also me using small vibrating arachnids or insects. Tea is not a must for people to do with, its not food crop like wheat or maize that forms part of 90% of the world meal as much as riye or rice but the government of developed world can sensitive their people not to partake tea coz you can do without it period and the nations that we will take their wives if you got money -anyone- are the chief buyers and once oil is eliminated their purchasing power will decrease i.e Egypt which fund 50% of her economy with 2goinvoice cash and Pakistan which buys large amount or % f kenyan tea. When 2goinvoice is eradicated tea export will reduce drastically. Haitians, Caribbeans and people in the usa leaving illegally are 10 million black and the negro population is 40 million if they came to Kenya 4 example and the voting rights extended to them then if they select their own they win all the elections and take the nation and precisely thats their plan. Out of 40 & 10 people 60 % are adult which is roughly 35 million voters and the Kenyan voters stand at 20 million and thats why the Kenyan government wants the population to increase to outmatch them but oblivious of the fact that green-card takes 50 thousand families with roughly 2 kid yearly and the high influx of international student who have indulge themselves in the US culture as well. In a sense its like selling the nation to aliens indirectly. Nipe maembe amatowa maembe ni one kama ni ripe au la, yellow ama pink or red,  kisha nidunge hata mara sabini mara saba kisha ni-release nikuache nikusamehe. Nyimi mit nduko mochanda, utters kevin in a fainted but crucked voice. Ndukle mamitu to-bwaso nyima kaka saa thiyo as the timer counts. Enda whoko americah, kujahapa japan- kenya- is their tonation whenever they get bitter. We cant trust tea processed in kenya or cocoa in ghana or coffee in Uganda or Ethiopia as it is somehow su-standard or not grown with proper sanitation requirements, its hazardaz somehow to our health. So we can be given land to plant it on our own in kenya, process it and pack it using the local labour and local audit to scrutinize scrupulosity, take our share and take your share or simply we buy the leaves or the berries and process them in our own nation, according to Eu and the choice is yours. Wanyama saga in Western Kenya, kev wanna show him that soul force is greater than physical force, i must see him stepping down. They recruit you and you take that oath of being a gang member and you adhere to secrecy and dont leave the gang, lest you are killed in cold blood. Even if you dont posses a gun they use the next fellow near you to have that gun upon which you are shot they say you had one- eti umeanza kuropokwa of the deal to rob a bank or fall a plane which is longterm and tiresome & sometimes never happens faster that makes you wanna leave the organisation. They use the money they have collected along the road- the police- to facilitate this a genda and some makanga are part of the Gang. The email am using in my tumblr i have already given it to you plus the password which do not long in due to reasons not known to me well.  Gung group accord to JR Emmanuel sheldon ES, end signs, estate, essy money Em Your pussy to succulent to pump, to sweet to hit Robinson and that was how kevin was crying yesternight in a faint but crocked voice. Give it to me as i hit it mrs Robinson, Robinson saying i just need a baby a baby as her crying. If you find out that a lady you somehow love can conspire behind your back to organise an attack on you, better you leave her- no way you can love her even to hit that thing in between the thigh. Timiza timiza timiza maombi yangu timiza, juzi nilitomba mochanda, jana nikabusu magdaline, mtondo nikadinya lolain next week niko na niki, timiza x3 maombi yangu bwana timiza- thats how nelson was singing very happy and jubiliant. Safety matches SM, smile, sianda moroco, malawi, malta, mongolia, scorsica mataka, smile, shrude manager parable in luke 16. Lazarus parable and rich-man- i got five brothers FB, fat buttocks can take you to hell and other social medias like tumblr affects the eyes which fb is safe. You got Moses plant and the prophets, road to emaus, can be grow the nyamawho herb. Moses grows many in a cluster, if you get much money from 2goinvoice it takes you direct to hell, tell my brothers to desist and give the poor that money. Buy condom in the factory if you are a rich man in large quantity or many as mfalme wa yawhodi which aint put in direct sunlight to burst. Women with barnabas. Bavid was balarian, but people from the isles are bald when grown up, kihara- king of the jew.

When you eat wheat products which human vomit has been added to, either sieved or not you develop acute baldness as kipara in swahili. Beware of your food. Mama nee-nyako ma bambe dum chieth ni- in making of jets whoman feace/mafi is rubbed on the thigh slowly by slowly then boom their is the jet. Mama hebu ona whoyou msichana paja yake inasmell shonde- anaharibu plan yetu wajamani. The money which they take from you at the scrap metal out of faulty weighting machine is used greatly to fund the gungship in towns. When you became so profound in bible as to oppose it your hear someone like cocking the gun- king of the jew if you start to be hard or a church critic. PASTORS are the ones also killing people. You start to see the devil in blue or grey attire like spider-man mostly inside a mortuary or outside your house as well as chain stores without ear lobes dude. The money is used to fund hooliganism among inter-estate gangs. Lobinson nyimi swoyo manda and this cold weather in riga is good with pumping something- donge onethough utters kev, kolly saying mit gi-swoyo gimolo, hadija saying ni tamu na kupeleka/kupepeta kitu wajamani. This pussy of yours rides my penis in a smooth and beautiful way,/manner says monde. Tabia utters adriano.  The church should have money counting matchines and offering be paid either online or before the mass, so at people to know exactly how much is collected to avoid the church admin misappropriating the cash to investments that win women, fund hooliganism and creates jealousy in the society. We should know how much is debited and created to avoid what i have described b4 about churches projects even up-to killings. Church killed TM and MLK. If one is about to be struggled you see just an approaching hand alone not the body around their necks, touching it a little bit then divorcing it- king of the jew to cement the truth. Trump and obama are luya and luo blooded and they were there to see on how america generates its revenue as to monitor and see into ways on how it can be overthrown using china, India and German technology, witch-crafty or transfiguring people to either fall the plane, detonate military bases with chapalast tied on grenade using there own already working there or sink ships. According to jeremytahidi Trumps even meets people who transfigure like Railamolodinga in Asia alongside Kim of North Korea to facilitate the hidden agenda above. They even organised terrorist attacks, uhuru also transfigures as well and is there liaising with museveni as well to plot the above. Trump is vietnamis as well, so the trum kim meeting is a pretense to foster peace but to facilitate terorism and to overthrow the USA government to conqour internet to control 2goinvoice, and make many writting theirs to gain respect. Like china has come up with bing, and kikuyou with tubidi among many other. The usa is also in pretense of this to know fully the character of these people and thats why the invoice was incorporated. To know peoples character with free things or after being rich like the Jamaicans or china or kenyans. So 2goinvoice is a blessing in disguise, to even know lias and try to interrelate them with fallen figures even in the bible and where to place them.

The compound is to clean as if the booty is wiped, ni-kama kwamba rasa inapanguzwa.  LG tv is the best but the side effect which is over-longtime glued to the screen pops out your eyes as swollen is simply eating 2-5 grape fruit and it burst from outer-inside to give out some fluid like tears then your eye is okay. LG lord god, lesbian gays, laughing gas as anesthesia, to unknown God in acts 17, Savior. Ther, Githeri, king of the jew- you give to that one who transform in your belly to fall, you can drink it period. They want to reduce the population of kenya for them to come like they did long in the usa during war 2- the Germans. And they want to counteract Uganda technology, Tz and Ethiopia as the USA and Germany will supply them with weaponry once their is war after along time of their influx coming. To sub-due Uganda cars which makes you tall and black but Good for whites, they are too original. Babe if you have taken a shower and wipe that booty, with me i will just hit it but no anal kissing. Uchayo akebi nang'o to mochanda omiye nyime otuomo, magdalin omiye nyime ochikore, Lobinson omiye nyime onduko kaka seche sudo, odindo wacho ni kaka saa thiyo to kolo wacho as the time/timer clocks/tickles. Sara omiye nyime owinjo ekoyo to shamtimes odoome ka nyati. Sometimes oswoyo, oponde, mbona madhalau kwa kebi aloyce kisha sema na anatomba wasichana kamili.

Wewe endele tu kujikaza na tayari tumejua cv yako ya kulala na watu fake na unadhani tujuwi. Meda meda sungri, sunga blo sungi. Buy condoms from the factory and keep them under locked cooler in your bedroom- lazarus parable to cement the truth. Ni nini kebi anafikiria asks sophi, vin saying opara kaka nyim moch dango gire, the way the pussy is dissecting and dividing his manwhod, kaka ni-miye go-tieno, kaka nyim duodo mande, kaka tongo, chama as eating away his penis kinda, kaka bwaso nyime, kaka thino mande e-samachon, kaka turo duong ne. Yore yore moch gi kebi pant down hotel vunduba, oyudgi says odindo, onduko jal ma luya tuchne nelson atucha says modi. Hiyanyo akebi nang'o swini, mchinga, stupid to nyim mochanda omiye opado kakare, otemo kata-laye to-okonyal. I wanna see how its stout, vile imesimama em em em em magdalin utters adriano in a cry, natakakuona vile iko flabby na vile cd/condomu jimeifit au imeiva, kaka cd orwake kata kaka ondiso thong,  moch monika alinishow yake, natakuona vile imeng'ethia na kukula chuom yaani vako, vile inakula njaro kama inalala ama la asha, Alinishow huko mtoni jana. Moch natakuona position imechukuwa yakupokea fimbo, vile imenuna/fura, kaka awinjo ni-ochwe,  adwalo neno mochanda swears kebi sunga moketo, vile imevimba, katsika, nene au kufurahia, kaka osin am omor. I wanna see pozi as position mokao, yaani imechukuwa, kutulia am inaliya. Minaj i wanna know and am here to make you happy if you wanna and magmoch to showcase my love to ya in a beautiful way.

lady birds are used to make DVD/VCD/RADIOS. Rubber as saddles are used to make coffins/caskets as well as kales, cabbage or just vegetables. The hump e.g of a cow, lion is used to make drones, Ferrari or Lamborghini cars. Meli are made using rubbers, many collected near a large water body where you direct a woman pointing from her booty up to down on the floor with your fingers repeatedly and there it is as ship dude. Transformers made using onions, cabbages or nyanyas. Greenade can also be made using coconuts the hard one. DONGE-mumekubali my friends esp from BBK that an ngamalich, abihave like a respected fellow- kose-enwach baba. Railadamalo knows very well that he delude adam and eve and that the jew are white, but got misinformation of getting to heaven that you must aid someone white which is a big lie, he fears going to hell fire so during judgement he wanna portray himself as if he didn’t know the consequences of the tree of life and the fruit of wisdom/knowledge so he be acquitted and forgiven, but in Luke 16 parable of the shrude manager- warns him that he got prophets to listen to like Moses and Elijah. You are wasting your time dude, you are heading nowhere with the jew/Egyptian thing. The Hindu have known how to make even guns and they are doing that in east Africa so during violence they can use then against people and portray as the police or people have done such. They must get to their nation period. Mandaratego bwana nyako, onge-mchezo. Panya routes pr, presidency, pretense, short cuts sc, scores, school, peutro rico, public relations, rat, nelson eliminating tiger, asian tigers At, rat, mat, sat etc. Radios are made using coconut as tv, invators etc or kulundeg in luo or wasp to make stereo or some jets as drones. Fruits like melons, avocado, pumpkin, pineaple are can also be used to make such. Timers are also me using small vibrating arachnids or insects. Tea is not a must for people to do with, its not food crop like wheat or maize that forms part of 90% of the world meal as much as riye or rice but the government of developed world can sensitive their people not to partake tea coz you can do without it period and the nations that we will take their wives if you got money -anyone- are the chief buyers and once oil is eliminated their purchasing power will decrease i.e Egypt which fund 50% of her economy with 2goinvoice cash and Pakistan which buys large amount or % f kenyan tea. When 2goinvoice is eradicated tea export will reduce drastically. Haitians, Caribbeans and people in the usa leaving illegally are 10 million black and the negro population is 40 million if they came to Kenya 4 example and the voting rights extended to them then if they select their own they win all the elections and take the nation and precisely thats their plan. Out of 40 & 10 people 60 % are adult which is roughly 35 million voters and the Kenyan voters stand at 20 million and thats why the Kenyan government wants the population to increase to outmatch them but oblivious of the fact that green-card takes 50 thousand families with roughly 2 kid yearly and the high influx of international student who have indulge themselves in the US culture as well. In a sense its like selling the nation to aliens indirectly. Nipe maembe amatowa maembe ni one kama ni ripe au la, yellow ama pink or red,  kisha nidunge hata mara sabini mara saba kisha ni-release nikuache nikusamehe. Nyimi mit nduko mochanda, utters kevin in a fainted but crucked voice. Ndukle mamitu to-bwaso nyima kaka saa thiyo as the timer counts. Enda whoko americah, kujahapa japan- kenya- is their tonation whenever they get bitter. We cant trust tea processed in kenya or cocoa in ghana or coffee in Uganda or Ethiopia as it is somehow su-standard or not grown with proper sanitation requirements, its hazardaz somehow to our health. So we can be given land to plant it on our own in kenya, process it and pack it using the local labour and local audit to scrutinize scrupulosity, take our share and take your share or simply we buy the leaves or the berries and process them in our own nation, according to Eu and the choice is yours. Wanyama saga in Western Kenya, kev wanna show him that soul force is greater than physical force, i must see him stepping down. They recruit you and you take that oath of being a gang member and you adhere to secrecy and dont leave the gang, lest you are killed in cold blood. Even if you dont posses a gun they use the next fellow near you to have that gun upon which you are shot they say you had one- eti umeanza kuropokwa of the deal to rob a bank or fall a plane which is longterm and tiresome & sometimes never happens faster that makes you wanna leave the organisation. They use the money they have collected along the road- the police- to facilitate this a genda and some makanga are part of the Gang. The email am using in my tumblr i have already given it to you plus the password which do not long in due to reasons not known to me well.  Gung group accord to JR Emmanuel sheldon ES, end signs, estate, essy money Em Your pussy to succulent to pump, to sweet to hit Robinson and that was how kevin was crying yesternight in a faint but crocked voice. Give it to me as i hit it mrs Robinson, Robinson saying i just need a baby a baby as her crying. If you find out that a lady you somehow love can conspire behind your back to organise an attack on you, better you leave her- no way you can love her even to hit that thing in between the thigh. Timiza timiza timiza maombi yangu timiza, juzi nilitomba mochanda, jana nikabusu magdaline, mtondo nikadinya lolain next week niko na niki, timiza x3 maombi yangu bwana timiza- thats how nelson was singing very happy and jubiliant. Safety matches SM, smile, sianda moroco, malawi, malta, mongolia, scorsica mataka, smile, shrude manager parable in luke 16. Lazarus parable and rich-man- i got five brothers FB, fat buttocks can take you to hell and other social medias like tumblr affects the eyes which fb is safe. You got Moses plant and the prophets, road to emaus, can be grow the nyamawho herb. Moses grows many in a cluster, if you get much money from 2goinvoice it takes you direct to hell, tell my brothers to desist and give the poor that money. Buy condom in the factory if you are a rich man in large quantity or many as mfalme wa yawhodi which aint put in direct sunlight to burst. Women with barnabas. Bavid was balarian, but people from the isles are bald when grown up, kihara- king of the jew.

Nipe maembe amatowa maembe ni one kama ni ripe au la, yellow ama pink or red,  kisha nidunge hata mara sabini mara saba kisha ni-release nikuache nikusamehe. Nyimi mit nduko mochanda, utters kevin in a fainted but crucked voice. Ndukle mamitu to-bwaso nyima kaka saa thiyo as the timer counts. Enda whoko americah, kujahapa japan- kenya- is their tonation whenever they get bitter. We cant trust tea processed in kenya or cocoa in ghana or coffee in Uganda or Ethiopia as it is somehow su-standard or not grown with proper sanitation requirements, its hazardaz somehow to our health. So we can be given land to plant it on our own in kenya, process it and pack it using the local labour and local audit to scrutinize scrupulosity, take our share and take your share or simply we buy the leaves or the berries and process them in our own nation, according to Eu and the choice is yours. Wanyama saga in Western Kenya, kev wanna show him that soul force is greater than physical force, i must see him stepping down. They recruit you and you take that oath of being a gang member and you adhere to secrecy and dont leave the gang, lest you are killed in cold blood. Even if you dont posses a gun they use the next fellow near you to have that gun upon which you are shot they say you had one- eti umeanza kuropokwa of the deal to rob a bank or fall a plane which is longterm and tiresome & sometimes never happens faster that makes you wanna leave the organisation. They use the money they have collected along the road- the police- to facilitate this a genda and some makanga are part of the Gang. The email am using in my tumblr i have already given it to you plus the password which do not long in due to reasons not known to me well.  Gung group accord to JR Emmanuel sheldon ES, end signs, estate, essy money Em

Your pussy to succulent to pump, to sweet to hit Robinson and that was how kevin was crying yesternight in a faint but crocked voice. Give it to me as i hit it mrs Robinson, Robinson saying i just need a baby a baby as her crying. If you find out that a lady you somehow love can conspire behind your back to organise an attack on you, better you leave her- no way you can love her even to hit that thing in between the thigh. Timiza timiza timiza maombi yangu timiza, juzi nilitomba mochanda, jana nikabusu magdaline, mtondo nikadinya lolain next week niko na niki, timiza x3 maombi yangu bwana timiza- thats how nelson was singing very happy and jubiliant. Safety matches SM, smile, sianda moroco, malawi, malta, mongolia, scorsica mataka, smile, shrude manager parable in luke 16. Lazarus parable and rich-man- i got five brothers FB, fat buttocks can take you to hell and other social medias like tumblr affects the eyes which fb is safe. You got Moses plant and the prophets, road to emaus, can be grow the nyamawho herb. Moses grows many in a cluster, if you get much money from 2goinvoice it takes you direct to hell, tell my brothers to desist and give the poor that money. Buy condom in the factory if you are a rich man in large quantity or many as mfalme wa yawhodi which aint put in direct sunlight to burst. Women with barnabas. Bavid was balarian, but people from the isles are bald when grown up, kihara- king of the jew.

Moch nyimi mit kama nang'o,mbona tamu hivi, why sweet like this and precisely that was the cry given by kebi the whole night. Hiyanyo akebi to Emery obet edhot luoko lewnimage, sitted at his door washing his cloths including the pant, to magdalin rutho lake gi toothbrush mare. Railamolodinga brought aids eventhough he could not partake sour things, just take a drop of his blood and mix with infant blood and there is the disease to be transmitted. Christ with lost coin parable. Luo men if they intermarrty with white people they bring up bad blood of jealousy and gay, with luya they bring terorists or hooligans. Once other nations have learnt on how they make their machines like the britons then if they continue with their absurdities nothing else but annihilation. Thats why they are being spared, Ugandans have learnt make most of their goods thus bound to eliminate them. We have theveloped- the Rusians- yet they are found there, lazarus parable on five brothers, speaking like you dont care or like you wanna made them the guard to arrest and kill christ, that is there respect and kinda you are taking it away, cant be!!! Made in Rusia as mfalme wa yawhodi is what they want and is a big lie. They race being distorted is no-more even if they live in one nation, simply by eating ground nuts the spirit directs anyone to the country of origin, or tribe of that fellow once you got their photos. So the jew can live together in Rusia as it is big, the ones whose economy is 90% engineering like france, itally, so the french are waiting on winter to start the war and kill the Guard tribe whose owns 2goinvoice & are luo blooded, people who dislike pretty people and progress. The Joseph mother in genesis 49 was luya blooded and Joseph as french father was sold to monitor his character to other brothers after a win, was joking with his dream not knowing it hurts. The guard were also being monitored if they can join the oppressed but not, just want to dominate and have a big fertile land of grains where they cant share, they are selfish seekers so must be eliminated and their wives taken by their brothers precisely the french and the Naphtali as Italians period. Buses are made with many peas or pineapple, you stand and urinate and boom there it is, you can make many as you want, with trucks, trelas, lorries, you sit and do the same. The devol is preparing other nations for war with becoming tough-headed after coming up with these technologies. Kojowa, Mfalme wa yawhodi, worker parable to cement the truth, layo, Lazarus parable to do the same. Some lorries are made using many coconut piled together by just performing the rituals above and more. Revelation five Rf at that time the root of David Rodick/Penis also are used to make knifes, spoons, kijiko or pala. Whoyanyo kebi nang;o to moch omiye nyime omie-ele-eh, To emery omiye nyieme otemo diede-eh ko-opudo, has given him the pussy is making a jig/dancing on it and why do you belittle him. Keys has given him. House fittings and utensils amny are made using clay soil just by puking or throwing saliva on hot fire or ground or just be urinating or taking a piss.

Ebromedo youko wiyi ma wiyi youki, you will continue to shake your head untill your head shakes you like you have lost wait in sickness and whats remaining is your big head scull. The poor in Europe or America live in good houses bro with second hand electronic so they are saying Africa better to delude the people of their good life or keep them content, they got low population hence houses are far apart in country side and got toll sky scrapper where no-one can monitor them unless they got wireless camera to capture you. This underlies the theory that Africa is good. They want to eliminate most African beauties and intellect. Kebi according to Eunice mama fellvin, many nyako makipump to-gili lokre ndukuku-chiken e-hiye kanya, victor wacho many ma-lokre kittielo, ha ha says colly, tafuta mwenya mbolo yako inakuwa chembamba, mathin, voke saying malokore kubwa, ah ah ma mbolo ni legthens and thats is cheque women, many ma penis ni chalo gimaluore pale mbele to mano en toro kata kuwait, to ma mandi thiek embele kanyo like you are eating banana is kauma or luo or akwampie, ma mandi nyidhore to ndukole en kalenjin much kipsigis and christ say this one of the sweetest and white people want this. Emery ni mwage haya mafuta wapi? Minaj where should i deposit these sperm and this what kevin utters when it near ejaculation.

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The big men has even bought small drones that can carry upto 1 kg of tea to smuggle tea leaves at night using people who transfigure so the government should reduce the land under Tea and is fenced with poles measuring the telephone post that no one can throw tea bags packed in small amount 4 another someone. it should be an electric fence and the government likewise should use the very drones to monitor every income generating business and even crime in towns or check people in their houses. Like in Uruguay in firming the use the same technology. The Guard tribe crucified christ so its said during judgement after death they dint know hence they are forgiven that the invoice without it would paralyze their day to day operations, china will say it was the use soyi and let their names be blotted out the book of life BOL the love as PG, pier Gikuyou, greek is where in the bible the jesus visited it so they know the whole truth, pier Georgia, PG is pregnancyanda the loved and killed many simba in nyabondo plateau- vineyard parable to cement the truth including masai. If you love people or follow people its easy to see the kingdom of heaven, if you live near the roads as well but if you live in serene places b4 you reach ya house its likely to be in hell as much as if you take out someone teeth/lak,meno- mfalme wa yawhodi and lazarus parable to cement the truth. They use mose plant to make ceptril aids medication. ITS EASY FOR A CARMEL TO ENTER INTO THE KINGDOM THAN YOU TO ENTER- that is an email if the recovery option has been deleted and password you know not. [email protected] my new email or [email protected], [email protected]. get me there folks.Okelo na wiye mathin no magdalin eti odwanega nikech okelo na osiepene mablonindo kode kaonge, osiepe ma wii gi pi, yaani baridi/ng'ich ma piny osedwaro topokoneno. Eti many nyako ma mandi lokre maembe e-hiye kanyo, nyako ma-mandi lokre ka tendon yani kuni kata choke mobar obar kat wii mandi lokre thuol as snake ok an. Moch many nyako ma kirelease you do it in 3 bits like the gun, kata mi-feel ka-ejaculation no biro to chung eglan then it sprinkles, kata mawang as it travels to the glan, onethough mawhouk like droplest of water or yenye inamwagika mingi mno kama mtoto na mate. Ruto dont say one want to president then if he says he is not yet 35 its an offense you get annoyed you return to gaysm then wild to the point of carry wooded rungu to beat him liaising with the authorities. With Train you carry a door the take a shit on it or outside it then theirs the train, with phones and accessories you lick, ramba the tongue then boom that phone- jesus with little kids, rabbi to cement the truth, you lick with closed eyed on a a piece of wrapped cloth. With building stones you do backwards near a water body or swimming pool the the bricks are out- women with barnabas to cement the truth including cements where you urinate. With Radio/TV you spit/tema saliva on the ground, ten minas parable or peter cutting the ear/it b4 christ takes it back. Tom mboya terain is curvy it was the CBD of bethlehem when you were in it you felt better, winjo mabar- weed parable with christ, mathare valley was jerusalem as its curvy still when the jew moved from Americah to pakistan to cross the Red sea with moses at karachi- christ with little kid. Let them fence the original provinces as nations when people are seeing then thereafter people assemble and dispatch. When you say the luo should be killed they get jubiliant very happy the coasterians and Gikuyou and some whites afterwards to occupy these lands. Kikuyou kwani Central is very cold, Ng'ich ndii, hamtaki kuenda/kurudi. When you get to The TV on the Roads in one of those shops which got Tv, they quickly change the scene just like during the maraga time with election petition b4 kevin was kidnapped, then you wanna see the defendant like sonko, kinda how he behaves, the the camera changes on the kamba lady judge who are looking 4 young men with money yet the very money they got at 2goinvoice using bolt software gotten from google play. If you walk out because the scene of the judge has overstayed where you walk got young men sitting in masses called the bases, the hindu shops, motor bike shops, timber logging center, junctions i.e kondele, they became wild on you. They know your moves as they have put on camera on TV your image they have put in a kiyo\glass bottle or acquirum. It live live ll dude, funding violence, leave sonko alone but arrest Railamolodingagwambo period. Malachi four- who to the people who long to see the day of the lord. Another group of students just forwarded me this, if you take four 24 volts wet cells and connects positive to negative of all the wet cells remaining with only one positive of one wet cell and one negative of one wet cell, if you take a voltmeter and test the voltage it gives you upto 100 volts which if you channel in a welding machine gives you upto 200 volts that can be used in houses but to continues the process without the battery being depleted you take a solar power controller and connect to a transformer of input 240v and output 30-12volts to it to charge all those batteries, you branch the wires eight times with 8 12 volts battery but with 24 12 votts battery you branch the said wires four times to all the batteries to continues the charging process while the battery are still in use. If you want to weld with it you connect 8, 24 volts battery or 16, 12 volts battery and you just do the same procedure i have described above. Mathew sixteen sm, smile, shrude manager, ishmael, luke 24 end signs, Pita cutting the it in luo, masikiyo, demondi possed man with christ- have mercy on us son of David. Fellow i have also been forwarded this text, buy these gadgets and make of your own. When 2goinvoice was not know you purported to collect me money which was never was, so when its there you resort to jealousy and stupidity- what do you want with me, to look down at my manwhodi in the end when i have defeated you.

Sausages are made in dark places, by blowing your nose on mafi then afterwards you wash using detergent water. Smokies are made likewise but by salivating on housefly maggot gotten from a pit latrine. Let them put recipe on the tv if they refute. I got a gun and hid it and reported that a gang robbed me around yet i still got the same gun dude. My whole life has changed by guinuwine- site a lone in not a well modern room and it opens up your mind and if you eat a big queen cake alone you come to dislike good things of this life, most so in the transit or walking- king of the jew with Christ. Eat one today to witness the truth. Drone are made by riding on donkey or horses at night, triumphant entry of Jesus into Jerusalem to cement the truth. Kitten are shot in dark to make welding machines and volt meters, cows being cut with panga or powersaw to make Generators, shooting of sheeps/cattle on the head from the ear or on the forehead to make choppers and small jets/plane. Ten minas parable and Malachi 4- who to the people who long to see the lords day, siaya, Nebuchadnezzar  lived at babylonding with Daniel. Kisumu close to Kericho or kakamega to illegal pluck/pick tea leaves at night so they dont want to vacate yet they claim they chose the best land as Guard tribe dude in genesis 49. Open business in the morning, to help people who get somewhere in the  morning then you can evade hell fire or constant hell walking. The only thing i know best is to rock the thing in between a woman thigh and i got distinction there and well qualified of dude and my friends call me church mouse. If your citizen work in a foreign land even if the company is yours, it brings bad omen to your nation coz they scrutinize, monitor and frustrate the indigenous workers esp if your nation is rich, brings the down fall of a nation i.e Itally. Take the local to work 4 you but just monitor the inflow and outflow money. Furthermore it breeds disrespect dude. If you take 4, 24 volts battery you connect to a welding machine or 8, 12 volts battery and do the same it will give you like 100 volts on the battery but on the welding machine it will give you 200 volts where you look for battery charger and input it on the 200volts then the 12 volts as the output on it you return to charge all the 4, 24V or 8,12v battery to continue the sequence not the battery to run out of power. To ensure continuity of power supply. Not enough dude, you still want to weld, you look for another welding machine and connect to the 200V initial welding machine to give you 400 volts, the first 100v was half volts thats why it gave you 200volts to connect to another welding machine. This save you as or money as it is cheap compared to buying one welding machine then connecting it to 8, 24votls bettery to give you 200 volts on the battery then on the one welding machine 400 as adding 4 battery on 24 volts one is expensive than buying another one welding machine same to adding another 8, 12 volts battery to give you 200 volts to be connected to one welding machine. A group of students just 4warded me this dude.

Tunahesha tu mchesho cha shex cha ebola na Emely mimi Adriano. Kebi na toni, tulimpatiya wote mote tano combi akatumumunya mbolo tukamwaga b4 tuanze the real intercourse. Kesho tukapatiya mag mote inne combi akadara mbolo zete tuka mwaga, whoyou kipusa anataka nini wajameni. Toni, mtondo tukapatiya ule mlami mote 3 but not combi nelly akamwaga, but mimi nikaseek marifa nikapiga dakika ishirini. Kebi amekatsika, wewe toni bwana kama uko weak nishauri chako bwana tuachane basi ama itakuwa vita, nilistay 30 minutes. Mouth urinating makes diskman, flash dish, usb and other phone accessories. Firing up of bullets makes a misile or internet server or rockets with gabage or barley. As much as shooting a dead man walking from the crosside on the ear to another side. TV are made using tongue, booty seated on a seat while kissing a woman on the dark as much as stereos. Decoders like dvd, vcd, kissing the bam/thigh of a woman all in the dark, some drones or toys annal/ass hole kissing, charger pedicure on a woman, gas cooker manicure, CD bikini works, chargers, transformers, ndiga as biskeli/bicycles, tuk tuk taking a shit on a storey hse topmost but falling to the ground or taking a shit on ones head as much as shooting the head of a cow, whichever dude. Defecating/kunai in someones mouth hospital gadgets like X-ray machine, Bmi or pulse rate machine with animal offering on place like chiken, kulu kulu or guinea fowl as pigs or rodents.

USA millitary chopers, jets are made using warthogs, crocodile, wild beast, monitor lizard as offerings throwing/hurling tortoise manwhood on the wall or doing the long china jumps like kanjwele from a high tower to the water in Olympics. Picking and plucking of tea, king of the jew made Christ to be arrested, he had foreseen how the said jew will rise in malachi four- who to the people who longs to see the lords day. By romancing or caresing a womans breast and suckling the niple with booty offering in place gives you tv’s. Shinny china sub-woofer, or electronics as phones are made using snail as the offering by vomiting on the ground near water, you eat to be full the you look for things that make you want to vomit. Another nation can came up with internet or internet apps like tumblr to finish the economy of Carli4nia or New England but with coca cola you cant finish it, its an international brand bro. The coca cola companies of the world do not return profit back home or it is not listed on the stock exchange for us to see the total profit made to add/sum them up and come with a rough figure worldwide of the company net profit. This is two fold, it will bring all people of color to the Georgia in-case of USA separation or other states will eye Georgia as create jealousy. This will hike the population so this is done for the Negros not to Know about Georgia state GS and move out to other lands, after 2 0r 3 generation coca cola revamp its strength and the profitability is know which i guess can be billions of dollar but at that time is too late for their kids to get back. Malachi four MF who to the people who long to see the lords day. GS greatest sex, gay/gikuyou,greek society. To me Georgia is the richest state and obama ought to have inducted the Negros on this sad fact. Damn it dude!!! Ombulu in luo, okwaju, chwa- king of the jew, mfalme wa yawhodi the seed, koth, mbegu- good samaritan Gs parable are used to make building bricks bb, someone urinate on them, defecate, kunia, pielo and jumps jumps many times squatted until they are made. Land and Range rovers takes people to hell as well, they are made with the cut booty of Romanian women where a woman vomit is literally licked until boom they are made. Range rover RR rasa rusians, rwandis, romanians, rom, romo, meetoshana, same, rs, rasa swedishona, swisswana, somali, rasa same. The feces/mafi/chieth are got mostly in nursing homes for the sick adults or infant babies. Jesus with little kids. Nebuchadnezzar was from Argentina together with Jesse Davids father, Daniel and among many others. Lazarus and rich-man you got prophet like Moses because he was described as no prophet had risen in Israel like Moses in the book of Deuteronomy bod, bodo, boding etc. But in that parable is said you have Moses and the prophets which means Moses was not a prophet but the last chapter of Deuteronomy describe him as a prophet which means the bible was omitted, it was you got Moses plant and the prophets. Road to emaus to cement the truth. If you gwaro, scratch the plant from the wall and boil it on water and you drink it makes your head a little bit bigger and people see you as obligated to kids giving you at-least respect which Lazarus did not have. King of the jew with Christ to cement the truth. Tong, mayai, egg is you hurl on the wall many or fall from inclination and got the sacrifice handy like mchele, rice, dignitaries corpse gadgets like speakers, Lamborghini, Ferrari, stereos are made even bulbs. Worker and vineyard parable to cement the truth. A long time people were made black even Adam and Eve but the curse/cars/gari/mtokni on ham one of Noah son fell on him and his skin changed from black to white and thats the white man with his lies that they develop/make cars yet they find them their but wants supremacy as superior yet other Africans have learnt the same even how the get illicit cash via the net at http://www.2goinvoice.com. Fuck that dude and damn it!! You want respect for what dude, tell me, where is your pride and where has it gone to or vanished to, to rats and dogs or to every tom harry and dick or harlot, tell me dude!!! Think twice bro!!!

If you take the made welding machine according to Michael masita of Oklahoma advising me, and you immerse it in a container that fits it or make a metallic ones and glue rubber on its inner walls or blader to avoid electrocution and then take diesel engine oil and pour it to the brim, close it or not like the power transformer on the poles then it can work day night without burning, you and your sons, grandsons can use it to infinity once it is put in a moisture free zone to avoid rusting. It eliminates the need for an electric timer. Cardiac is made with cattle or human teeth where one or many hangs from lofty/near height from a roof maybe a rope then they fall on that teeth heap with their booty then walks away in the dark then boom the Cadillac escalady car. Road to emaus to cement the truth, rooftop flag post left alone on the roof top in the bible to cement the truth. Escalators are also made with chaff or rice but this way. Hammer car is made with shooting a cow on the head then you dismount, while standing on the back, you jump away swiftly from it for the car to come up. It is not rocket science of we thevelop with Russians. Eat food from hell dude the french, british and Germans it was a hard decision when your choosing the land having that in mind if 2goinvoice was unearthed and the customer of your machines countries have learnt to make the same. Germans aint aliens so they wanted to be many and spread their wings in every emerging economy to spice or overpower the half aliens as the jew who are bound to spoil the world as destroy it in the bible. Trump kim met again the bobcollymore kiddnaped so that his email and social media particulars be taken or erased, the phone section, the number if takes 3 months unused it is given to another someone then if they know your email like they do with collymore they send the code to that number and get to all of your logging rendering you useless. Light rail train is made out of corpse, leaves, paper, fruits, berries, garlic and you do just the same with what you did with Cadillac above.

Pale apala nyolo kendo sistani cha, nyaminwho no-miya, negoyo ma mit instead of tho tho am thop thop, ywak nene thoch thoch thoch, ne-mitu sawa shawa. Ne-donjo yawa. Wathichamo mikate gi-emeli mano dak eapatment achiel gi anita maliwaza mane kebi temo winjo nyime. HEY CHANGE THE SHIT TO JEW GIKUYOU NOT TO GET THEM AS LIARS WITH 2GOINVOICE r automation which everynation will learn. tHOUGHT THEY COULD GO TO EVERY NATION TO MAKE THEM INSIDE there and sell them as used machines, them alone would do that- mfalme wa yahoodi. To make people not to get to their lands where they make the machines 4 respect, where they can witness how they are made but they could have remained in wilderness and blow up siren gas o kill the people who transform. They choose temperate lands out of snow to make those machines, in that the transformers will freeze to death b4 witnessing as spices i.e Alaska, Russia and the moon where they make expensive and sophisticated machines like internet servers 4 others not to learn. For respect that there lands do not support agriculture all through the year yet they are still a head so if they are given African which support all year through, where will they be. TO FINISH NIGROS when they have calculated the tea profit sold door to door in every city, when they come up here then they badmouth tea products of kenya and sensitize their own not to buy from Kenya but from Seychelles as well, Cameroon, Guinea, Congo and UG where tea can grow but not grown to fit the puzzle. Tea aint a must to drink, aint food crop as cereals, you can go without it- sheep and goat parable to cement the truth or sad fact. Nigros got to think twice and if tea is fenced with electric fence and monitored with drone, then/sasa kuja wa, why dilly dally, beat about the bush- mfalme wa yawhodi to signify what am saying. You can be finished baba, when hindu hears of the same they want to vacate coz of no benefit is their continued stay here bro. All indinous tribe from mars are kenyans almost every nation citizens brought from mars have these bloods thus the beef is there. Like americans, scorsika, brazil are kisii, china, argentina are kauma blooded, ballarie gabana blooded, South Africans are luya blooded, Nigerians & Hindu are luo and luya blooded, japanis are kauma. So these blooded wanna gang up to succeeded all the blooded and there is the world war. After the ham curse, the white man they became like not intuitive so long ago device a plan to marry other races without the curse to beef/hike up heir intelligence and there they are. So they wanted to know who can take care of them even if they mess, i mean when 2goinvoice is removed. So its a game kinda. Jamaicans are from mars and many kisii blooded from the time they were brought from mars but with AI as artificial insemination there in Jamaica, USA, Britain we got other blooded like luo. To see/witness this we simply partake groundnuts and meditate and there it is. The deal is blocked and now kinda behave like you are a bother to them or disturb them, the deal of matharau as despice of dhach of illegally picking/plucking of majani chai MC- gregor, donlad, shika in luo of tea. They wanted the bible to spread to learn the Kenya Character of not seeing the truth with the names and when the bible was written, they want people who understand in case automation was not learnt with other nations. Kikuyou do not want to leave the whites no matter what, even-though they are bad coz they are the ones who consume and buy huge killos of tea. So by leaving them as enmity destroys sales. But kalenjins can still do maize farming and sell to neighbourig countries. The masai are well placed in big land, in case of separation per previous province and being uncivilised other people from other nations will crop in and work for them. If 2goinvoice was not dis-enabled this could have taken place and it was the plan of desederious Erasmus who was Jamaican blooded and warned to snitch of all it to escape hell fire.

The take rice/mchele bandia as fake/plastic rice grind it a poshomill then mix it with dough which within no time destroys your molar or premolar teeths, the hndu, put in maize flour as well, even the people who walk with kahawa with their ponges as mandazi. Hindu need to surrender food processing plants for the government for health concerns. You blow a charcoal which is red that burns partially with air from your mouth with offering in place then forms the exact things am explaining above with the right offering for every gadget, you avoid going the yuck way, but near water or pool. Dreamliner jets, some jets, drones, buses, heavy machinery are made this way, from lofty high like a sky scrapper may be made of wood on upper balcony you stand many people and drop your sweet downward to the offering, battery, health equipment’s are also made this way. Offering includes human, horse hair, cattle Hyde, bougainvillea which is the best when gadgets are made out of it, cow-dung, chaff, rice , wheat, cereals, fruits, animal offerings, milk, mafi, blood, purse etc. With rolls Roy you shoot a horse while it stands on the head 1- maybe 5 times with a gun then you dismount then boom it forms or with many people while climbed on it, with infinity, buck convertibles the same. Recording house machine hyde then you pour water, urine r tears from above that church like made building, or pour out sperms many people out of masturbation. Pour sperms on human or horse corpse to form rockets and thats another method. The same on wool, cotton to form drones and stereos, invator, battery, generators respectively, or on cattle hump to still form drones and photo studio producing machines. Houses with opened like door windows breeds tough-headedness and thats why white go for sliding window vertical or sideways to rest to the standstill window in the middle. Human hair also makes chip boars while sperm is pour on them from above or mafi smeared on them then you dismount, or defecate from lofty high into the offering many people makes Malaysian furniture. If you order gadgets online from another nation on the happiness index you are rated high than others, you became more happier than those who bought them locally. Stop many words, take a group of people then put them in groups or in class then give them every gadget of the world, let them partake grounnuts- the small rounded one/species- then put it to contemplation/fikira/paro then let then come up/write what they see/visualize then compare notes and go for them as to make them, stop following and jealousy This a new market for china, weighting machine the can measure things while you hang them on it but digital like the butchery one with where you set the price to avoid dubious/unscrupulous business practices, this esp is for scrap metal dealership which now the whites and hindu as trump wanna go back to, lest it is made a county business not soul proprietorship as it fetches high returns on profits. Rasta and friend wish the world to open and fall coz all their swag came from 2goinvoice and never expected the same, some would wish to find a lake near them and run while shouting at the top of their voice hoping someone rich would bell them out. Revelation tano/five the root of David, @ that time bro which is this time dude, shut up and stop but move one, and if you wanna leave please dismount all and follow me as my words/ways period. Now they resort to looking at my zip wher the penis is located, be your self do play others like be like other people, we are whites, brazilians and borrowing their character as well not knowing they are poor. Now is the time, level ground in business, no dhach but respect.

Italians are kaumas as well, choni are pochogis but some are luo blooded out of when they talk you feel your head is lowered like a descending plane or got popo/bat like ears. Ghananians are kalenjins, Lousiana and alabama states are 90% luya blooded and 10% luo, Georgia are somehow somali, new England states are Meru as cameroonians, Virginia are mande speakers who are Giriamaz, congolese are luyas as well, Belgium are swanaz, switzerland are kisii, finlands are malawian lets me say 50% out of AI Artificial insemination. They even soak mchele plastic in water 4 more hours to use in alcohols or food products like sweet etc.Take 4-5 wet cells of 12 volts each, then connect positive of one to the negative of another then you will be left with 2 wires one positive then the other negative, which will give you upto 60 volts if the battery are fully charged, then put the 2 wires in a socket then plug the welding machine on it as the input power like you do on the wall. The welding machine will give you upto 120 volts if you measure the current using a volt meter on the 2 hands that hold the welding rod to weld. Cut the welding hands that hold the rods 4 welding the put a socket as well, the input your gadgets i.e tv and radios to use as well as a battery charger which has positive and negative outlets to charge all these batteries again, branch the + one 5 times to rest on the + cathod of the battery and the - one as well to ensure continuity in power supply, for the battery not to run low in power. You can use the solar to charge all the cells as well which is the best as it gives you hapiness and long life but the battery charger option is cheap to brings the booty and kills fast in john 3:16 and mayland you in jeorpardy in hell. How many times have you heard that cheap is expensive, i suppose many times. Why abuse kebi everytime yet Emely has given him sex/ her pussy he pumps slowly just waiting for an intense ejaculation, omiye nyime o-oloo moss bila wach/maneno. You cant make someones gadget just like that, it will land you in hell bro. Anafanya sex bandia na mochanda na magdalin na huku anajidu, jikaza says adriano mchokozi. The balcanised states, croatia,greek and many knows the jew, who they are but are weak, coz the jew family runs the EU and are making machines to use, they dint know the same but once they have learnt the same, it will be war, they cant keep on with their manouvers of being silly, Gikuyou and luya as luo. They want to take colorado which beloged to croatia and Georgia greek.

Welding machine if you make with kenya/uganda power wires can make you go in hell, make it with iron wire of the fence, you just mend it the box box type of fence wire. Goat and sheep parable friends. China or any other country should open their shops for their goods in any nation to sell direct to the customers. For example India takes china or Germany cars and replace spear-parts with theirs b4 its bought which will give them more profits if they sell it again to other people while the German/china ones is declared incompetent bro. The Eggs in the supermarkets aint fit 4 human consumption the yellow albumen york egg, return the white one, the kamba are making these in kenya i.e the Tuskys Supermarket inside at night. A staff reveled it to me, even electronic and other gadgets selling them expensive as water tanks and the 1.8 million house shown on the TV. The government ought to intervene to check the price, with the house they refurbished it, removed its roofing and placed the normal one. Click this link 4 more information dude. https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/article/2001334340/un-s-tiny-home-model-targets-kenya-s-un-housed-masses Mbona tusi kebi na moch amemupatiya senye anachimba kuchimba, says amani. Nyim moch thethre, en thep thep, mit thedho, omiye nyime othedho okotug-go, acheshi nacho utters dolly. Buy the big umbrella used outside on food restaurant and make holes on it when boarding a plane, in case of a fall you jump and you will escape the hurt and you lie to the plane company you had 2 billion which is lost to make the company check 4 each passenger how much they have at boarding time period. You can help me friends, once i have forwarded you my text, you can just open a Gmail a/c under my name and post on the youtube pages of UN, AU, ECOWAS, OPEC, COMESA, ICC, SONGS, CHURCHILL LIVE, TV PROGRAMS of any nation etc, the like of [email protected], [email protected] and many. Do me that favor bro!!!! I you partake fried fish hot one just from the pan with chopped tomato and onion not to mention chillies it gives you another spirit of laziness, selfish and hate of bad life, it makes you hallucinate and dislike other people, so its two fold, try fellaz, you want to be alone as starting to ripe paw paw pp, pier power, eat with ugali bro says martinez. Am choni, liking uchokozi, kinyo, poking others, king of the jew, gik machon, oldies i love as ladies, mokozi, chocolate women i love, i say anything as chochote, i love bones, chogo, last born, toilet as cho, piga watu ten nill, bure, pure i love as well. Pallemo island people are padhola of UG blooded dude, the white people had know that if 2goinvoice is eradicated they will be no-more as each nation has learnt automation so this was done to set the situation at equilibrium. They love pier, booty, piem, compe, pien/lather, piyo/fast-ing, pino, wasp, philipino, opposing/pingo. Kuwaits are toro, S-arabia some luo etc

This the most reliable AE way to produce power and the most convinient/effective/effectual and surable way to produce your own power. Take one wet cell of 24 volts the put the negative and the positive cathod/terminals on a wire then on a socket then plug the welding machineWM on the socket like you do to it on the wall as input then on the output on the 2 wires that holds the welding rod, cut them and do likewise with the socket, it will give you approximately 48-52 volts when the battery is fully charged, then take a motor bike star and again return the power to charge the same same battery the welding machine is using to ensure the power is not depleted or take a computer/florescent/TV adaptor used in the usa of 120 volts which its output is 24 volts, when you use half current which is 50 V given by the WM It will give you 12-15 volts then put in a solar energy controller to again charge the same battery incase you are using 12 V battery to give you 24 V on The WM but with 24 V wet cell look for A transformer that gives you 50 V as output when used on 200 Volts which if you use half current gives you 20-25 volts to charge the very very battery. While is the USA you can add another welding machine wm(2)to step up the 50 V given to 100 to power your machine but in a nation that uses 220 volts like Tanzania, Uganda, Kenya add another welding machine to WM (3) step up the power from 100 - 200 V to be used in your household. Th beauty is you can use it in welding, cooking, heating, in fridge with just one battery. OR Guys use 4-5 motor bike batter to give you 60 Volts after connection but let them be in 2 sets, put light switch in-between the positive and negative terminal after connecting to switch off power supply inbetween the wet cell when you are charging one set while the other is in use. Put the wet cell together in a wooden frame explains eddy roy of KB and studying in Rusia with her associates. The 5o V when you step up by adding 1 wm will be 100 to be used in nations like USA but like in Nigeria or E.Africah add another WM to step it to 200 V to power you household or business premis. Below are links carying diagrams of all the accesories above. You plug an electric plug in a socket n/b. With an invator option it eliminates you not to heat and cook with it as the invator burns, how many times have you hard that cheap is expensive. The white people got another software at withdraw funds at 2goinvoice and telling theit diehard fans around. Corruption of the hieghest degree. Wilson Williams advices me.

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lady birds are used to make DVD/VCD/RADIOS. Rubber as saddles are used to make coffins/caskets as well as kales, cabbage or just vegetables. The hump e.g of a cow, lion is used to make drones, Ferrari or Lamborghini cars. Meli are made using rubbers, many collected near a large water body where you direct a woman pointing from her booty up to down on the floor with your fingers repeatedly and there it is as ship dude. Transformers made using onions, cabbages or nyanyas. Greenade can also be made using coconuts the hard one. DONGE-mumekubali my friends esp from BBK that an ngamalich, abihave like a respected fellow- kose-enwach baba. Railadamalo knows very well that he delude adam and eve and that the jew are white, but got misinformation of getting to heaven that you must aid someone white which is a big lie, he fears going to hell fire so during judgement he wanna portray himself as if he didn’t know the consequences of the tree of life and the fruit of wisdom/knowledge so he be acquitted and forgiven, but in Luke 16 parable of the shrude manager- warns him that he got prophets to listen to like Moses and Elijah. You are wasting your time dude, you are heading nowhere with the jew/Egyptian thing. The Hindu have known how to make even guns and they are doing that in east Africa so during violence they can use then against people and portray as the police or people have done such. They must get to their nation period. Mandaratego bwana nyako, onge-mchezo. Panya routes pr, presidency, pretense, short cuts sc, scores, school, peutro rico, public relations, rat, nelson eliminating tiger, asian tigers At, rat, mat, sat etc. Radios are made using coconut as tv, invators etc or kulundeg in luo or wasp to make stereo or some jets as drones. Fruits like melons, avocado, pumpkin, pineaple are can also be used to make such. Timers are also me using small vibrating arachnids or insects. Tea is not a must for people to do with, its not food crop like wheat or maize that forms part of 90% of the world meal as much as riye or rice but the government of developed world can sensitive their people not to partake tea coz you can do without it period and the nations that we will take their wives if you got money -anyone- are the chief buyers and once oil is eliminated their purchasing power will decrease i.e Egypt which fund 50% of her economy with 2goinvoice cash and Pakistan which buys large amount or % f kenyan tea. When 2goinvoice is eradicated tea export will reduce drastically. Haitians, Caribbeans and people in the usa leaving illegally are 10 million black and the negro population is 40 million if they came to Kenya 4 example and the voting rights extended to them then if they select their own they win all the elections and take the nation and precisely thats their plan. Out of 40 & 10 people 60 % are adult which is roughly 35 million voters and the Kenyan voters stand at 20 million and thats why the Kenyan government wants the population to increase to outmatch them but oblivious of the fact that green-card takes 50 thousand families with roughly 2 kid yearly and the high influx of international student who have indulge themselves in the US culture as well. In a sense its like selling the nation to aliens indirectly. Nipe maembe amatowa maembe ni one kama ni ripe au la, yellow ama pink or red,  kisha nidunge hata mara sabini mara saba kisha ni-release nikuache nikusamehe. Nyimi mit nduko mochanda, utters kevin in a fainted but crucked voice. Ndukle mamitu to-bwaso nyima kaka saa thiyo as the timer counts. Enda whoko americah, kujahapa japan- kenya- is their tonation whenever they get bitter. We cant trust tea processed in kenya or cocoa in ghana or coffee in Uganda or Ethiopia as it is somehow su-standard or not grown with proper sanitation requirements, its hazardaz somehow to our health. So we can be given land to plant it on our own in kenya, process it and pack it using the local labour and local audit to scrutinize scrupulosity, take our share and take your share or simply we buy the leaves or the berries and process them in our own nation, according to Eu and the choice is yours. Wanyama saga in Western Kenya, kev wanna show him that soul force is greater than physical force, i must see him stepping down. They recruit you and you take that oath of being a gang member and you adhere to secrecy and dont leave the gang, lest you are killed in cold blood. Even if you dont posses a gun they use the next fellow near you to have that gun upon which you are shot they say you had one- eti umeanza kuropokwa of the deal to rob a bank or fall a plane which is longterm and tiresome & sometimes never happens faster that makes you wanna leave the organisation. They use the money they have collected along the road- the police- to facilitate this a genda and some makanga are part of the Gang. The email am using in my tumblr i have already given it to you plus the password which do not long in due to reasons not known to me well.  Gung group accord to JR Emmanuel sheldon ES, end signs, estate, essy money Em Your pussy to succulent to pump, to sweet to hit Robinson and that was how kevin was crying yesternight in a faint but crocked voice. Give it to me as i hit it mrs Robinson, Robinson saying i just need a baby a baby as her crying. If you find out that a lady you somehow love can conspire behind your back to organise an attack on you, better you leave her- no way you can love her even to hit that thing in between the thigh. Timiza timiza timiza maombi yangu timiza, juzi nilitomba mochanda, jana nikabusu magdaline, mtondo nikadinya lolain next week niko na niki, timiza x3 maombi yangu bwana timiza- thats how nelson was singing very happy and jubiliant. Safety matches SM, smile, sianda moroco, malawi, malta, mongolia, scorsica mataka, smile, shrude manager parable in luke 16. Lazarus parable and rich-man- i got five brothers FB, fat buttocks can take you to hell and other social medias like tumblr affects the eyes which fb is safe. You got Moses plant and the prophets, road to emaus, can be grow the nyamawho herb. Moses grows many in a cluster, if you get much money from 2goinvoice it takes you direct to hell, tell my brothers to desist and give the poor that money. Buy condom in the factory if you are a rich man in large quantity or many as mfalme wa yawhodi which aint put in direct sunlight to burst. Women with barnabas. Bavid was balarian, but people from the isles are bald when grown up, kihara- king of the jew.

When you eat wheat products which human vomit has been added to, either sieved or not you develop acute baldness as kipara in swahili. Beware of your food. Mama nee-nyako ma bambe dum chieth ni- in making of jets whoman feace/mafi is rubbed on the thigh slowly by slowly then boom their is the jet. Mama hebu ona whoyou msichana paja yake inasmell shonde- anaharibu plan yetu wajamani. The money which they take from you at the scrap metal out of faulty weighting machine is used greatly to fund the gungship in towns. When you became so profound in bible as to oppose it your hear someone like cocking the gun- king of the jew if you start to be hard or a church critic. PASTORS are the ones also killing people. You start to see the devil in blue or grey attire like spider-man mostly inside a mortuary or outside your house as well as chain stores without ear lobes dude. The money is used to fund hooliganism among inter-estate gangs. Lobinson nyimi swoyo manda and this cold weather in riga is good with pumping something- donge onethough utters kev, kolly saying mit gi-swoyo gimolo, hadija saying ni tamu na kupeleka/kupepeta kitu wajamani. This pussy of yours rides my penis in a smooth and beautiful way,/manner says monde. Tabia utters adriano.  The church should have money counting matchines and offering be paid either online or before the mass, so at people to know exactly how much is collected to avoid the church admin misappropriating the cash to investments that win women, fund hooliganism and creates jealousy in the society. We should know how much is debited and created to avoid what i have described b4 about churches projects even up-to killings. Church killed TM and MLK. If one is about to be struggled you see just an approaching hand alone not the body around their necks, touching it a little bit then divorcing it- king of the jew to cement the truth. Trump and obama are luya and luo blooded and they were there to see on how america generates its revenue as to monitor and see into ways on how it can be overthrown using china, India and German technology, witch-crafty or transfiguring people to either fall the plane, detonate military bases with chapalast tied on grenade using there own already working there or sink ships. According to jeremytahidi Trumps even meets people who transfigure like Railamolodinga in Asia alongside Kim of North Korea to facilitate the hidden agenda above. They even organised terrorist attacks, uhuru also transfigures as well and is there liaising with museveni as well to plot the above. Trump is vietnamis as well, so the trum kim meeting is a pretense to foster peace but to facilitate terorism and to overthrow the USA government to conqour internet to control 2goinvoice, and make many writting theirs to gain respect. Like china has come up with bing, and kikuyou with tubidi among many other. The usa is also in pretense of this to know fully the character of these people and thats why the invoice was incorporated. To know peoples character with free things or after being rich like the Jamaicans or china or kenyans. So 2goinvoice is a blessing in disguise, to even know lias and try to interrelate them with fallen figures even in the bible and where to place them.

The compound is to clean as if the booty is wiped, ni-kama kwamba rasa inapanguzwa.  LG tv is the best but the side effect which is over-longtime glued to the screen pops out your eyes as swollen is simply eating 2-5 grape fruit and it burst from outer-inside to give out some fluid like tears then your eye is okay. LG lord god, lesbian gays, laughing gas as anesthesia, to unknown God in acts 17, Savior. Ther, Githeri, king of the jew- you give to that one who transform in your belly to fall, you can drink it period. They want to reduce the population of kenya for them to come like they did long in the usa during war 2- the Germans. And they want to counteract Uganda technology, Tz and Ethiopia as the USA and Germany will supply them with weaponry once their is war after along time of their influx coming. To sub-due Uganda cars which makes you tall and black but Good for whites, they are too original. Babe if you have taken a shower and wipe that booty, with me i will just hit it but no anal kissing. Uchayo akebi nang'o to mochanda omiye nyime otuomo, magdalin omiye nyime ochikore, Lobinson omiye nyime onduko kaka seche sudo, odindo wacho ni kaka saa thiyo to kolo wacho as the time/timer clocks/tickles. Sara omiye nyime owinjo ekoyo to shamtimes odoome ka nyati. Sometimes oswoyo, oponde, mbona madhalau kwa kebi aloyce kisha sema na anatomba wasichana kamili.

Wewe endele tu kujikaza na tayari tumejua cv yako ya kulala na watu fake na unadhani tujuwi. Meda meda sungri, sunga blo sungi. Buy condoms from the factory and keep them under locked cooler in your bedroom- lazarus parable to cement the truth. Ni nini kebi anafikiria asks sophi, vin saying opara kaka nyim moch dango gire, the way the pussy is dissecting and dividing his manwhod, kaka ni-miye go-tieno, kaka nyim duodo mande, kaka tongo, chama as eating away his penis kinda, kaka bwaso nyime, kaka thino mande e-samachon, kaka turo duong ne. Yore yore moch gi kebi pant down hotel vunduba, oyudgi says odindo, onduko jal ma luya tuchne nelson atucha says modi. Hiyanyo akebi nang'o swini, mchinga, stupid to nyim mochanda omiye opado kakare, otemo kata-laye to-okonyal. I wanna see how its stout, vile imesimama em em em em magdalin utters adriano in a cry, natakakuona vile iko flabby na vile cd/condomu jimeifit au imeiva, kaka cd orwake kata kaka ondiso thong,  moch monika alinishow yake, natakuona vile imeng'ethia na kukula chuom yaani vako, vile inakula njaro kama inalala ama la asha, Alinishow huko mtoni jana. Moch natakuona position imechukuwa yakupokea fimbo, vile imenuna/fura, kaka awinjo ni-ochwe,  adwalo neno mochanda swears kebi sunga moketo, vile imevimba, katsika, nene au kufurahia, kaka osin am omor. I wanna see pozi as position mokao, yaani imechukuwa, kutulia am inaliya. Minaj i wanna know and am here to make you happy if you wanna and magmoch to showcase my love to ya in a beautiful way.

lady birds are used to make DVD/VCD/RADIOS. Rubber as saddles are used to make coffins/caskets as well as kales, cabbage or just vegetables. The hump e.g of a cow, lion is used to make drones, Ferrari or Lamborghini cars. Meli are made using rubbers, many collected near a large water body where you direct a woman pointing from her booty up to down on the floor with your fingers repeatedly and there it is as ship dude. Transformers made using onions, cabbages or nyanyas. Greenade can also be made using coconuts the hard one. DONGE-mumekubali my friends esp from BBK that an ngamalich, abihave like a respected fellow- kose-enwach baba. Railadamalo knows very well that he delude adam and eve and that the jew are white, but got misinformation of getting to heaven that you must aid someone white which is a big lie, he fears going to hell fire so during judgement he wanna portray himself as if he didn’t know the consequences of the tree of life and the fruit of wisdom/knowledge so he be acquitted and forgiven, but in Luke 16 parable of the shrude manager- warns him that he got prophets to listen to like Moses and Elijah. You are wasting your time dude, you are heading nowhere with the jew/Egyptian thing. The Hindu have known how to make even guns and they are doing that in east Africa so during violence they can use then against people and portray as the police or people have done such. They must get to their nation period. Mandaratego bwana nyako, onge-mchezo. Panya routes pr, presidency, pretense, short cuts sc, scores, school, peutro rico, public relations, rat, nelson eliminating tiger, asian tigers At, rat, mat, sat etc. Radios are made using coconut as tv, invators etc or kulundeg in luo or wasp to make stereo or some jets as drones. Fruits like melons, avocado, pumpkin, pineaple are can also be used to make such. Timers are also me using small vibrating arachnids or insects. Tea is not a must for people to do with, its not food crop like wheat or maize that forms part of 90% of the world meal as much as riye or rice but the government of developed world can sensitive their people not to partake tea coz you can do without it period and the nations that we will take their wives if you got money -anyone- are the chief buyers and once oil is eliminated their purchasing power will decrease i.e Egypt which fund 50% of her economy with 2goinvoice cash and Pakistan which buys large amount or % f kenyan tea. When 2goinvoice is eradicated tea export will reduce drastically. Haitians, Caribbeans and people in the usa leaving illegally are 10 million black and the negro population is 40 million if they came to Kenya 4 example and the voting rights extended to them then if they select their own they win all the elections and take the nation and precisely thats their plan. Out of 40 & 10 people 60 % are adult which is roughly 35 million voters and the Kenyan voters stand at 20 million and thats why the Kenyan government wants the population to increase to outmatch them but oblivious of the fact that green-card takes 50 thousand families with roughly 2 kid yearly and the high influx of international student who have indulge themselves in the US culture as well. In a sense its like selling the nation to aliens indirectly. Nipe maembe amatowa maembe ni one kama ni ripe au la, yellow ama pink or red,  kisha nidunge hata mara sabini mara saba kisha ni-release nikuache nikusamehe. Nyimi mit nduko mochanda, utters kevin in a fainted but crucked voice. Ndukle mamitu to-bwaso nyima kaka saa thiyo as the timer counts. Enda whoko americah, kujahapa japan- kenya- is their tonation whenever they get bitter. We cant trust tea processed in kenya or cocoa in ghana or coffee in Uganda or Ethiopia as it is somehow su-standard or not grown with proper sanitation requirements, its hazardaz somehow to our health. So we can be given land to plant it on our own in kenya, process it and pack it using the local labour and local audit to scrutinize scrupulosity, take our share and take your share or simply we buy the leaves or the berries and process them in our own nation, according to Eu and the choice is yours. Wanyama saga in Western Kenya, kev wanna show him that soul force is greater than physical force, i must see him stepping down. They recruit you and you take that oath of being a gang member and you adhere to secrecy and dont leave the gang, lest you are killed in cold blood. Even if you dont posses a gun they use the next fellow near you to have that gun upon which you are shot they say you had one- eti umeanza kuropokwa of the deal to rob a bank or fall a plane which is longterm and tiresome & sometimes never happens faster that makes you wanna leave the organisation. They use the money they have collected along the road- the police- to facilitate this a genda and some makanga are part of the Gang. The email am using in my tumblr i have already given it to you plus the password which do not long in due to reasons not known to me well.  Gung group accord to JR Emmanuel sheldon ES, end signs, estate, essy money Em Your pussy to succulent to pump, to sweet to hit Robinson and that was how kevin was crying yesternight in a faint but crocked voice. Give it to me as i hit it mrs Robinson, Robinson saying i just need a baby a baby as her crying. If you find out that a lady you somehow love can conspire behind your back to organise an attack on you, better you leave her- no way you can love her even to hit that thing in between the thigh. Timiza timiza timiza maombi yangu timiza, juzi nilitomba mochanda, jana nikabusu magdaline, mtondo nikadinya lolain next week niko na niki, timiza x3 maombi yangu bwana timiza- thats how nelson was singing very happy and jubiliant. Safety matches SM, smile, sianda moroco, malawi, malta, mongolia, scorsica mataka, smile, shrude manager parable in luke 16. Lazarus parable and rich-man- i got five brothers FB, fat buttocks can take you to hell and other social medias like tumblr affects the eyes which fb is safe. You got Moses plant and the prophets, road to emaus, can be grow the nyamawho herb. Moses grows many in a cluster, if you get much money from 2goinvoice it takes you direct to hell, tell my brothers to desist and give the poor that money. Buy condom in the factory if you are a rich man in large quantity or many as mfalme wa yawhodi which aint put in direct sunlight to burst. Women with barnabas. Bavid was balarian, but people from the isles are bald when grown up, kihara- king of the jew.

Nipe maembe amatowa maembe ni one kama ni ripe au la, yellow ama pink or red,  kisha nidunge hata mara sabini mara saba kisha ni-release nikuache nikusamehe. Nyimi mit nduko mochanda, utters kevin in a fainted but crucked voice. Ndukle mamitu to-bwaso nyima kaka saa thiyo as the timer counts. Enda whoko americah, kujahapa japan- kenya- is their tonation whenever they get bitter. We cant trust tea processed in kenya or cocoa in ghana or coffee in Uganda or Ethiopia as it is somehow su-standard or not grown with proper sanitation requirements, its hazardaz somehow to our health. So we can be given land to plant it on our own in kenya, process it and pack it using the local labour and local audit to scrutinize scrupulosity, take our share and take your share or simply we buy the leaves or the berries and process them in our own nation, according to Eu and the choice is yours. Wanyama saga in Western Kenya, kev wanna show him that soul force is greater than physical force, i must see him stepping down. They recruit you and you take that oath of being a gang member and you adhere to secrecy and dont leave the gang, lest you are killed in cold blood. Even if you dont posses a gun they use the next fellow near you to have that gun upon which you are shot they say you had one- eti umeanza kuropokwa of the deal to rob a bank or fall a plane which is longterm and tiresome & sometimes never happens faster that makes you wanna leave the organisation. They use the money they have collected along the road- the police- to facilitate this a genda and some makanga are part of the Gang. The email am using in my tumblr i have already given it to you plus the password which do not long in due to reasons not known to me well.  Gung group accord to JR Emmanuel sheldon ES, end signs, estate, essy money Em

Your pussy to succulent to pump, to sweet to hit Robinson and that was how kevin was crying yesternight in a faint but crocked voice. Give it to me as i hit it mrs Robinson, Robinson saying i just need a baby a baby as her crying. If you find out that a lady you somehow love can conspire behind your back to organise an attack on you, better you leave her- no way you can love her even to hit that thing in between the thigh. Timiza timiza timiza maombi yangu timiza, juzi nilitomba mochanda, jana nikabusu magdaline, mtondo nikadinya lolain next week niko na niki, timiza x3 maombi yangu bwana timiza- thats how nelson was singing very happy and jubiliant. Safety matches SM, smile, sianda moroco, malawi, malta, mongolia, scorsica mataka, smile, shrude manager parable in luke 16. Lazarus parable and rich-man- i got five brothers FB, fat buttocks can take you to hell and other social medias like tumblr affects the eyes which fb is safe. You got Moses plant and the prophets, road to emaus, can be grow the nyamawho herb. Moses grows many in a cluster, if you get much money from 2goinvoice it takes you direct to hell, tell my brothers to desist and give the poor that money. Buy condom in the factory if you are a rich man in large quantity or many as mfalme wa yawhodi which aint put in direct sunlight to burst. Women with barnabas. Bavid was balarian, but people from the isles are bald when grown up, kihara- king of the jew.

Moch nyimi mit kama nang'o,mbona tamu hivi, why sweet like this and precisely that was the cry given by kebi the whole night. Hiyanyo akebi to Emery obet edhot luoko lewnimage, sitted at his door washing his cloths including the pant, to magdalin rutho lake gi toothbrush mare. Railamolodinga brought aids eventhough he could not partake sour things, just take a drop of his blood and mix with infant blood and there is the disease to be transmitted. Christ with lost coin parable. Luo men if they intermarrty with white people they bring up bad blood of jealousy and gay, with luya they bring terorists or hooligans. Once other nations have learnt on how they make their machines like the britons then if they continue with their absurdities nothing else but annihilation. Thats why they are being spared, Ugandans have learnt make most of their goods thus bound to eliminate them. We have theveloped- the Rusians- yet they are found there, lazarus parable on five brothers, speaking like you dont care or like you wanna made them the guard to arrest and kill christ, that is there respect and kinda you are taking it away, cant be!!! Made in Rusia as mfalme wa yawhodi is what they want and is a big lie. They race being distorted is no-more even if they live in one nation, simply by eating ground nuts the spirit directs anyone to the country of origin, or tribe of that fellow once you got their photos. So the jew can live together in Rusia as it is big, the ones whose economy is 90% engineering like france, itally, so the french are waiting on winter to start the war and kill the Guard tribe whose owns 2goinvoice & are luo blooded, people who dislike pretty people and progress. The Joseph mother in genesis 49 was luya blooded and Joseph as french father was sold to monitor his character to other brothers after a win, was joking with his dream not knowing it hurts. The guard were also being monitored if they can join the oppressed but not, just want to dominate and have a big fertile land of grains where they cant share, they are selfish seekers so must be eliminated and their wives taken by their brothers precisely the french and the Naphtali as Italians period. Buses are made with many peas or pineapple, you stand and urinate and boom there it is, you can make many as you want, with trucks, trelas, lorries, you sit and do the same. The devol is preparing other nations for war with becoming tough-headed after coming up with these technologies. Kojowa, Mfalme wa yawhodi, worker parable to cement the truth, layo, Lazarus parable to do the same. Some lorries are made using many coconut piled together by just performing the rituals above and more. Revelation five Rf at that time the root of David Rodick/Penis also are used to make knifes, spoons, kijiko or pala. Whoyanyo kebi nang;o to moch omiye nyime omie-ele-eh, To emery omiye nyieme otemo diede-eh ko-opudo, has given him the pussy is making a jig/dancing on it and why do you belittle him. Keys has given him. House fittings and utensils amny are made using clay soil just by puking or throwing saliva on hot fire or ground or just be urinating or taking a piss.

Ebromedo youko wiyi ma wiyi youki, you will continue to shake your head untill your head shakes you like you have lost wait in sickness and whats remaining is your big head scull. The poor in Europe or America live in good houses bro with second hand electronic so they are saying Africa better to delude the people of their good life or keep them content, they got low population hence houses are far apart in country side and got toll sky scrapper where no-one can monitor them unless they got wireless camera to capture you. This underlies the theory that Africa is good. They want to eliminate most African beauties and intellect. Kebi according to Eunice mama fellvin, many nyako makipump to-gili lokre ndukuku-chiken e-hiye kanya, victor wacho many ma-lokre kittielo, ha ha says colly, tafuta mwenya mbolo yako inakuwa chembamba, mathin, voke saying malokore kubwa, ah ah ma mbolo ni legthens and thats is cheque women, many ma penis ni chalo gimaluore pale mbele to mano en toro kata kuwait, to ma mandi thiek embele kanyo like you are eating banana is kauma or luo or akwampie, ma mandi nyidhore to ndukole en kalenjin much kipsigis and christ say this one of the sweetest and white people want this. Emery ni mwage haya mafuta wapi? Minaj where should i deposit these sperm and this what kevin utters when it near ejaculation.

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Ochamama, okudo, opidho chamama tree e-dhot sawa swears colly. Mwanawhome si beauty au ushuja, mwanaume ni kitanda, bed mtu wangu, vile anatingisha kijiti usiku kucha utters monde. You can use bolt software in google play to get money via http://www.2goinvoice.com using your smart phone dude. The Rusians thought christ was the owner of 2goinvoice where they get cash to fund their projects, hence when christ talked about sheep and goat parable, they thought christ was the owner in pretense, so could keep the link off-line- king of the jew or had the password to killed him to let the invoice continue coz it will paralyze ther operations. Mrs lobinson Aids/Hiv has gotten hold of me, that lady if you get into her you get out like 2moro, i mean you over-stay mom utters the other kevin. If you take 3 solar panels of more than 30 volts and you connect to give you above 100 volts and put in a welding machine then boom the electricity to even power your fridge or ironing box, king of the jew to cement christ sayings. If you take the one that gives you lets say 21 and 17 volts and connect to solar power controller and put the 21v on where the sun rises in the morning and the 17v one where it disappears in the dusk to maintain the 12 volts on the invator to make sure it works best all the 12 hrs and this another option with above 1000 watts invator that even powers your fridge. Mfalme wa yawhodi to cement yesus sayings, Friend this killing 2 birds with one stone and it makes you wanna lough the whole day. The fridge you put in deep front during the day and at the same time charges the battery to be used at night when iron box, cooker or fridge had already been used at day time bro. But your city must get atleast 7 hrs of sunlight daily dude. Silipi hata bill ya stima hata kidogo swears david omolo former student of Kb and ku and my wife is always smilling with me out of this. Innovation cements relationship and many couples are oblivious of this truth/fact. Owinjo go thum esp country music, riddim and translated hyms by jamaicans like how great thou art. Mit omera, sex gi song like am still on my way country song to juice piya inapumzika/youeyo emesa ile thick bro, sex mit owada gi innovation, dhako loso wiyi, ana hibonda bonda swears tony, love mchungu mzima.On Monday, June 24, 2019, 08:19:30 AM GMT+3, [email protected] <[email protected]> wrote:

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The big men has even bought small drones that can carry upto 1 kg of tea to smuggle tea leaves at night using people who transfigure so the government should reduce the land under Tea and is fenced with poles measuring the telephone post that no one can throw tea bags packed in small amount 4 another someone. it should be an electric fence and the government likewise should use the very drones to monitor every income generating business and even crime in towns or check people in their houses. Like in Uruguay in firming the use the same technology. The Guard tribe crucified christ so its said during judgement after death they dint know hence they are forgiven that the invoice without it would paralyze their day to day operations, china will say it was the use soyi and let their names be blotted out the book of life BOL the love as PG, pier Gikuyou, greek is where in the bible the jesus visited it so they know the whole truth, pier Georgia, PG is pregnancyanda the loved and killed many simba in nyabondo plateau- vineyard parable to cement the truth including masai. If you love people or follow people its easy to see the kingdom of heaven, if you live near the roads as well but if you live in serene places b4 you reach ya house its likely to be in hell as much as if you take out someone teeth/lak,meno- mfalme wa yawhodi and lazarus parable to cement the truth. They use mose plant to make ceptril aids medication. ITS EASY FOR A CARMEL TO ENTER INTO THE KINGDOM THAN YOU TO ENTER- that is an email if the recovery option has been deleted and password you know not. [email protected] my new email or [email protected], [email protected]. get me there folks.Okelo na wiye mathin no magdalin eti odwanega nikech okelo na osiepene mablonindo kode kaonge, osiepe ma wii gi pi, yaani baridi/ng'ich ma piny osedwaro topokoneno. Eti many nyako ma mandi lokre maembe e-hiye kanyo, nyako ma-mandi lokre ka tendon yani kuni kata choke mobar obar kat wii mandi lokre thuol as snake ok an. Moch many nyako ma kirelease you do it in 3 bits like the gun, kata mi-feel ka-ejaculation no biro to chung eglan then it sprinkles, kata mawang as it travels to the glan, onethough mawhouk like droplest of water or yenye inamwagika mingi mno kama mtoto na mate. Ruto dont say one want to president then if he says he is not yet 35 its an offense you get annoyed you return to gaysm then wild to the point of carry wooded rungu to beat him liaising with the authorities. With Train you carry a door the take a shit on it or outside it then theirs the train, with phones and accessories you lick, ramba the tongue then boom that phone- jesus with little kids, rabbi to cement the truth, you lick with closed eyed on a a piece of wrapped cloth. With building stones you do backwards near a water body or swimming pool the the bricks are out- women with barnabas to cement the truth including cements where you urinate. With Radio/TV you spit/tema saliva on the ground, ten minas parable or peter cutting the ear/it b4 christ takes it back. Tom mboya terain is curvy it was the CBD of bethlehem when you were in it you felt better, winjo mabar- weed parable with christ, mathare valley was jerusalem as its curvy still when the jew moved from Americah to pakistan to cross the Red sea with moses at karachi- christ with little kid. Let them fence the original provinces as nations when people are seeing then thereafter people assemble and dispatch. When you say the luo should be killed they get jubiliant very happy the coasterians and Gikuyou and some whites afterwards to occupy these lands. Kikuyou kwani Central is very cold, Ng'ich ndii, hamtaki kuenda/kurudi. When you get to The TV on the Roads in one of those shops which got Tv, they quickly change the scene just like during the maraga time with election petition b4 kevin was kidnapped, then you wanna see the defendant like sonko, kinda how he behaves, the the camera changes on the kamba lady judge who are looking 4 young men with money yet the very money they got at 2goinvoice using bolt software gotten from google play. If you walk out because the scene of the judge has overstayed where you walk got young men sitting in masses called the bases, the hindu shops, motor bike shops, timber logging center, junctions i.e kondele, they became wild on you. They know your moves as they have put on camera on TV your image they have put in a kiyo\glass bottle or acquirum. It live live ll dude, funding violence, leave sonko alone but arrest Railamolodingagwambo period. Malachi four- who to the people who long to see the day of the lord. Another group of students just forwarded me this, if you take four 24 volts wet cells and connects positive to negative of all the wet cells remaining with only one positive of one wet cell and one negative of one wet cell, if you take a voltmeter and test the voltage it gives you upto 100 volts which if you channel in a welding machine gives you upto 200 volts that can be used in houses but to continues the process without the battery being depleted you take a solar power controller and connect to a transformer of input 240v and output 30-12volts to it to charge all those batteries, you branch the wires eight times with 8 12 volts battery but with 24 12 votts battery you branch the said wires four times to all the batteries to continues the charging process while the battery are still in use. If you want to weld with it you connect 8, 24 volts battery or 16, 12 volts battery and you just do the same procedure i have described above. Mathew sixteen sm, smile, shrude manager, ishmael, luke 24 end signs, Pita cutting the it in luo, masikiyo, demondi possed man with christ- have mercy on us son of David. Fellow i have also been forwarded this text, buy these gadgets and make of your own. When 2goinvoice was not know you purported to collect me money which was never was, so when its there you resort to jealousy and stupidity- what do you want with me, to look down at my manwhodi in the end when i have defeated you.

Sausages are made in dark places, by blowing your nose on mafi then afterwards you wash using detergent water. Smokies are made likewise but by salivating on housefly maggot gotten from a pit latrine. Let them put recipe on the tv if they refute. I got a gun and hid it and reported that a gang robbed me around yet i still got the same gun dude. My whole life has changed by guinuwine- site a lone in not a well modern room and it opens up your mind and if you eat a big queen cake alone you come to dislike good things of this life, most so in the transit or walking- king of the jew with Christ. Eat one today to witness the truth. Drone are made by riding on donkey or horses at night, triumphant entry of Jesus into Jerusalem to cement the truth. Kitten are shot in dark to make welding machines and volt meters, cows being cut with panga or powersaw to make Generators, shooting of sheeps/cattle on the head from the ear or on the forehead to make choppers and small jets/plane. Ten minas parable and Malachi 4- who to the people who long to see the lords day, siaya, Nebuchadnezzar  lived at babylonding with Daniel. Kisumu close to Kericho or kakamega to illegal pluck/pick tea leaves at night so they dont want to vacate yet they claim they chose the best land as Guard tribe dude in genesis 49. Open business in the morning, to help people who get somewhere in the  morning then you can evade hell fire or constant hell walking. The only thing i know best is to rock the thing in between a woman thigh and i got distinction there and well qualified of dude and my friends call me church mouse. If your citizen work in a foreign land even if the company is yours, it brings bad omen to your nation coz they scrutinize, monitor and frustrate the indigenous workers esp if your nation is rich, brings the down fall of a nation i.e Itally. Take the local to work 4 you but just monitor the inflow and outflow money. Furthermore it breeds disrespect dude. If you take 4, 24 volts battery you connect to a welding machine or 8, 12 volts battery and do the same it will give you like 100 volts on the battery but on the welding machine it will give you 200 volts where you look for battery charger and input it on the 200volts then the 12 volts as the output on it you return to charge all the 4, 24V or 8,12v battery to continue the sequence not the battery to run out of power. To ensure continuity of power supply. Not enough dude, you still want to weld, you look for another welding machine and connect to the 200V initial welding machine to give you 400 volts, the first 100v was half volts thats why it gave you 200volts to connect to another welding machine. This save you as or money as it is cheap compared to buying one welding machine then connecting it to 8, 24votls bettery to give you 200 volts on the battery then on the one welding machine 400 as adding 4 battery on 24 volts one is expensive than buying another one welding machine same to adding another 8, 12 volts battery to give you 200 volts to be connected to one welding machine. A group of students just 4warded me this dude.

Tunahesha tu mchesho cha shex cha ebola na Emely mimi Adriano. Kebi na toni, tulimpatiya wote mote tano combi akatumumunya mbolo tukamwaga b4 tuanze the real intercourse. Kesho tukapatiya mag mote inne combi akadara mbolo zete tuka mwaga, whoyou kipusa anataka nini wajameni. Toni, mtondo tukapatiya ule mlami mote 3 but not combi nelly akamwaga, but mimi nikaseek marifa nikapiga dakika ishirini. Kebi amekatsika, wewe toni bwana kama uko weak nishauri chako bwana tuachane basi ama itakuwa vita, nilistay 30 minutes. Mouth urinating makes diskman, flash dish, usb and other phone accessories. Firing up of bullets makes a misile or internet server or rockets with gabage or barley. As much as shooting a dead man walking from the crosside on the ear to another side. TV are made using tongue, booty seated on a seat while kissing a woman on the dark as much as stereos. Decoders like dvd, vcd, kissing the bam/thigh of a woman all in the dark, some drones or toys annal/ass hole kissing, charger pedicure on a woman, gas cooker manicure, CD bikini works, chargers, transformers, ndiga as biskeli/bicycles, tuk tuk taking a shit on a storey hse topmost but falling to the ground or taking a shit on ones head as much as shooting the head of a cow, whichever dude. Defecating/kunai in someones mouth hospital gadgets like X-ray machine, Bmi or pulse rate machine with animal offering on place like chiken, kulu kulu or guinea fowl as pigs or rodents.

USA millitary chopers, jets are made using warthogs, crocodile, wild beast, monitor lizard as offerings throwing/hurling tortoise manwhood on the wall or doing the long china jumps like kanjwele from a high tower to the water in Olympics. Picking and plucking of tea, king of the jew made Christ to be arrested, he had foreseen how the said jew will rise in malachi four- who to the people who longs to see the lords day. By romancing or caresing a womans breast and suckling the niple with booty offering in place gives you tv’s. Shinny china sub-woofer, or electronics as phones are made using snail as the offering by vomiting on the ground near water, you eat to be full the you look for things that make you want to vomit. Another nation can came up with internet or internet apps like tumblr to finish the economy of Carli4nia or New England but with coca cola you cant finish it, its an international brand bro. The coca cola companies of the world do not return profit back home or it is not listed on the stock exchange for us to see the total profit made to add/sum them up and come with a rough figure worldwide of the company net profit. This is two fold, it will bring all people of color to the Georgia in-case of USA separation or other states will eye Georgia as create jealousy. This will hike the population so this is done for the Negros not to Know about Georgia state GS and move out to other lands, after 2 0r 3 generation coca cola revamp its strength and the profitability is know which i guess can be billions of dollar but at that time is too late for their kids to get back. Malachi four MF who to the people who long to see the lords day. GS greatest sex, gay/gikuyou,greek society. To me Georgia is the richest state and obama ought to have inducted the Negros on this sad fact. Damn it dude!!! Ombulu in luo, okwaju, chwa- king of the jew, mfalme wa yawhodi the seed, koth, mbegu- good samaritan Gs parable are used to make building bricks bb, someone urinate on them, defecate, kunia, pielo and jumps jumps many times squatted until they are made. Land and Range rovers takes people to hell as well, they are made with the cut booty of Romanian women where a woman vomit is literally licked until boom they are made. Range rover RR rasa rusians, rwandis, romanians, rom, romo, meetoshana, same, rs, rasa swedishona, swisswana, somali, rasa same. The feces/mafi/chieth are got mostly in nursing homes for the sick adults or infant babies. Jesus with little kids. Nebuchadnezzar was from Argentina together with Jesse Davids father, Daniel and among many others. Lazarus and rich-man you got prophet like Moses because he was described as no prophet had risen in Israel like Moses in the book of Deuteronomy bod, bodo, boding etc. But in that parable is said you have Moses and the prophets which means Moses was not a prophet but the last chapter of Deuteronomy describe him as a prophet which means the bible was omitted, it was you got Moses plant and the prophets. Road to emaus to cement the truth. If you gwaro, scratch the plant from the wall and boil it on water and you drink it makes your head a little bit bigger and people see you as obligated to kids giving you at-least respect which Lazarus did not have. King of the jew with Christ to cement the truth. Tong, mayai, egg is you hurl on the wall many or fall from inclination and got the sacrifice handy like mchele, rice, dignitaries corpse gadgets like speakers, Lamborghini, Ferrari, stereos are made even bulbs. Worker and vineyard parable to cement the truth. A long time people were made black even Adam and Eve but the curse/cars/gari/mtokni on ham one of Noah son fell on him and his skin changed from black to white and thats the white man with his lies that they develop/make cars yet they find them their but wants supremacy as superior yet other Africans have learnt the same even how the get illicit cash via the net at http://www.2goinvoice.com. Fuck that dude and damn it!! You want respect for what dude, tell me, where is your pride and where has it gone to or vanished to, to rats and dogs or to every tom harry and dick or harlot, tell me dude!!! Think twice bro!!!

If you take the made welding machine according to Michael masita of Oklahoma advising me, and you immerse it in a container that fits it or make a metallic ones and glue rubber on its inner walls or blader to avoid electrocution and then take diesel engine oil and pour it to the brim, close it or not like the power transformer on the poles then it can work day night without burning, you and your sons, grandsons can use it to infinity once it is put in a moisture free zone to avoid rusting. It eliminates the need for an electric timer. Cardiac is made with cattle or human teeth where one or many hangs from lofty/near height from a roof maybe a rope then they fall on that teeth heap with their booty then walks away in the dark then boom the Cadillac escalady car. Road to emaus to cement the truth, rooftop flag post left alone on the roof top in the bible to cement the truth. Escalators are also made with chaff or rice but this way. Hammer car is made with shooting a cow on the head then you dismount, while standing on the back, you jump away swiftly from it for the car to come up. It is not rocket science of we thevelop with Russians. Eat food from hell dude the french, british and Germans it was a hard decision when your choosing the land having that in mind if 2goinvoice was unearthed and the customer of your machines countries have learnt to make the same. Germans aint aliens so they wanted to be many and spread their wings in every emerging economy to spice or overpower the half aliens as the jew who are bound to spoil the world as destroy it in the bible. Trump kim met again the bobcollymore kiddnaped so that his email and social media particulars be taken or erased, the phone section, the number if takes 3 months unused it is given to another someone then if they know your email like they do with collymore they send the code to that number and get to all of your logging rendering you useless. Light rail train is made out of corpse, leaves, paper, fruits, berries, garlic and you do just the same with what you did with Cadillac above.

Pale apala nyolo kendo sistani cha, nyaminwho no-miya, negoyo ma mit instead of tho tho am thop thop, ywak nene thoch thoch thoch, ne-mitu sawa shawa. Ne-donjo yawa. Wathichamo mikate gi-emeli mano dak eapatment achiel gi anita maliwaza mane kebi temo winjo nyime. HEY CHANGE THE SHIT TO JEW GIKUYOU NOT TO GET THEM AS LIARS WITH 2GOINVOICE r automation which everynation will learn. tHOUGHT THEY COULD GO TO EVERY NATION TO MAKE THEM INSIDE there and sell them as used machines, them alone would do that- mfalme wa yahoodi. To make people not to get to their lands where they make the machines 4 respect, where they can witness how they are made but they could have remained in wilderness and blow up siren gas o kill the people who transform. They choose temperate lands out of snow to make those machines, in that the transformers will freeze to death b4 witnessing as spices i.e Alaska, Russia and the moon where they make expensive and sophisticated machines like internet servers 4 others not to learn. For respect that there lands do not support agriculture all through the year yet they are still a head so if they are given African which support all year through, where will they be. TO FINISH NIGROS when they have calculated the tea profit sold door to door in every city, when they come up here then they badmouth tea products of kenya and sensitize their own not to buy from Kenya but from Seychelles as well, Cameroon, Guinea, Congo and UG where tea can grow but not grown to fit the puzzle. Tea aint a must to drink, aint food crop as cereals, you can go without it- sheep and goat parable to cement the truth or sad fact. Nigros got to think twice and if tea is fenced with electric fence and monitored with drone, then/sasa kuja wa, why dilly dally, beat about the bush- mfalme wa yawhodi to signify what am saying. You can be finished baba, when hindu hears of the same they want to vacate coz of no benefit is their continued stay here bro. All indinous tribe from mars are kenyans almost every nation citizens brought from mars have these bloods thus the beef is there. Like americans, scorsika, brazil are kisii, china, argentina are kauma blooded, ballarie gabana blooded, South Africans are luya blooded, Nigerians & Hindu are luo and luya blooded, japanis are kauma. So these blooded wanna gang up to succeeded all the blooded and there is the world war. After the ham curse, the white man they became like not intuitive so long ago device a plan to marry other races without the curse to beef/hike up heir intelligence and there they are. So they wanted to know who can take care of them even if they mess, i mean when 2goinvoice is removed. So its a game kinda. Jamaicans are from mars and many kisii blooded from the time they were brought from mars but with AI as artificial insemination there in Jamaica, USA, Britain we got other blooded like luo. To see/witness this we simply partake groundnuts and meditate and there it is. The deal is blocked and now kinda behave like you are a bother to them or disturb them, the deal of matharau as despice of dhach of illegally picking/plucking of majani chai MC- gregor, donlad, shika in luo of tea. They wanted the bible to spread to learn the Kenya Character of not seeing the truth with the names and when the bible was written, they want people who understand in case automation was not learnt with other nations. Kikuyou do not want to leave the whites no matter what, even-though they are bad coz they are the ones who consume and buy huge killos of tea. So by leaving them as enmity destroys sales. But kalenjins can still do maize farming and sell to neighbourig countries. The masai are well placed in big land, in case of separation per previous province and being uncivilised other people from other nations will crop in and work for them. If 2goinvoice was not dis-enabled this could have taken place and it was the plan of desederious Erasmus who was Jamaican blooded and warned to snitch of all it to escape hell fire.

The take rice/mchele bandia as fake/plastic rice grind it a poshomill then mix it with dough which within no time destroys your molar or premolar teeths, the hndu, put in maize flour as well, even the people who walk with kahawa with their ponges as mandazi. Hindu need to surrender food processing plants for the government for health concerns. You blow a charcoal which is red that burns partially with air from your mouth with offering in place then forms the exact things am explaining above with the right offering for every gadget, you avoid going the yuck way, but near water or pool. Dreamliner jets, some jets, drones, buses, heavy machinery are made this way, from lofty high like a sky scrapper may be made of wood on upper balcony you stand many people and drop your sweet downward to the offering, battery, health equipment’s are also made this way. Offering includes human, horse hair, cattle Hyde, bougainvillea which is the best when gadgets are made out of it, cow-dung, chaff, rice , wheat, cereals, fruits, animal offerings, milk, mafi, blood, purse etc. With rolls Roy you shoot a horse while it stands on the head 1- maybe 5 times with a gun then you dismount then boom it forms or with many people while climbed on it, with infinity, buck convertibles the same. Recording house machine hyde then you pour water, urine r tears from above that church like made building, or pour out sperms many people out of masturbation. Pour sperms on human or horse corpse to form rockets and thats another method. The same on wool, cotton to form drones and stereos, invator, battery, generators respectively, or on cattle hump to still form drones and photo studio producing machines. Houses with opened like door windows breeds tough-headedness and thats why white go for sliding window vertical or sideways to rest to the standstill window in the middle. Human hair also makes chip boars while sperm is pour on them from above or mafi smeared on them then you dismount, or defecate from lofty high into the offering many people makes Malaysian furniture. If you order gadgets online from another nation on the happiness index you are rated high than others, you became more happier than those who bought them locally. Stop many words, take a group of people then put them in groups or in class then give them every gadget of the world, let them partake grounnuts- the small rounded one/species- then put it to contemplation/fikira/paro then let then come up/write what they see/visualize then compare notes and go for them as to make them, stop following and jealousy This a new market for china, weighting machine the can measure things while you hang them on it but digital like the butchery one with where you set the price to avoid dubious/unscrupulous business practices, this esp is for scrap metal dealership which now the whites and hindu as trump wanna go back to, lest it is made a county business not soul proprietorship as it fetches high returns on profits. Rasta and friend wish the world to open and fall coz all their swag came from 2goinvoice and never expected the same, some would wish to find a lake near them and run while shouting at the top of their voice hoping someone rich would bell them out. Revelation tano/five the root of David, @ that time bro which is this time dude, shut up and stop but move one, and if you wanna leave please dismount all and follow me as my words/ways period. Now they resort to looking at my zip wher the penis is located, be your self do play others like be like other people, we are whites, brazilians and borrowing their character as well not knowing they are poor. Now is the time, level ground in business, no dhach but respect.

Italians are kaumas as well, choni are pochogis but some are luo blooded out of when they talk you feel your head is lowered like a descending plane or got popo/bat like ears. Ghananians are kalenjins, Lousiana and alabama states are 90% luya blooded and 10% luo, Georgia are somehow somali, new England states are Meru as cameroonians, Virginia are mande speakers who are Giriamaz, congolese are luyas as well, Belgium are swanaz, switzerland are kisii, finlands are malawian lets me say 50% out of AI Artificial insemination. They even soak mchele plastic in water 4 more hours to use in alcohols or food products like sweet etc.Take 4-5 wet cells of 12 volts each, then connect positive of one to the negative of another then you will be left with 2 wires one positive then the other negative, which will give you upto 60 volts if the battery are fully charged, then put the 2 wires in a socket then plug the welding machine on it as the input power like you do on the wall. The welding machine will give you upto 120 volts if you measure the current using a volt meter on the 2 hands that hold the welding rod to weld. Cut the welding hands that hold the rods 4 welding the put a socket as well, the input your gadgets i.e tv and radios to use as well as a battery charger which has positive and negative outlets to charge all these batteries again, branch the + one 5 times to rest on the + cathod of the battery and the - one as well to ensure continuity in power supply, for the battery not to run low in power. You can use the solar to charge all the cells as well which is the best as it gives you hapiness and long life but the battery charger option is cheap to brings the booty and kills fast in john 3:16 and mayland you in jeorpardy in hell. How many times have you heard that cheap is expensive, i suppose many times. Why abuse kebi everytime yet Emely has given him sex/ her pussy he pumps slowly just waiting for an intense ejaculation, omiye nyime o-oloo moss bila wach/maneno. You cant make someones gadget just like that, it will land you in hell bro. Anafanya sex bandia na mochanda na magdalin na huku anajidu, jikaza says adriano mchokozi. The balcanised states, croatia,greek and many knows the jew, who they are but are weak, coz the jew family runs the EU and are making machines to use, they dint know the same but once they have learnt the same, it will be war, they cant keep on with their manouvers of being silly, Gikuyou and luya as luo. They want to take colorado which beloged to croatia and Georgia greek.

Welding machine if you make with kenya/uganda power wires can make you go in hell, make it with iron wire of the fence, you just mend it the box box type of fence wire. Goat and sheep parable friends. China or any other country should open their shops for their goods in any nation to sell direct to the customers. For example India takes china or Germany cars and replace spear-parts with theirs b4 its bought which will give them more profits if they sell it again to other people while the German/china ones is declared incompetent bro. The Eggs in the supermarkets aint fit 4 human consumption the yellow albumen york egg, return the white one, the kamba are making these in kenya i.e the Tuskys Supermarket inside at night. A staff reveled it to me, even electronic and other gadgets selling them expensive as water tanks and the 1.8 million house shown on the TV. The government ought to intervene to check the price, with the house they refurbished it, removed its roofing and placed the normal one. Click this link 4 more information dude. https://www.standardmedia.co.ke/article/2001334340/un-s-tiny-home-model-targets-kenya-s-un-housed-masses Mbona tusi kebi na moch amemupatiya senye anachimba kuchimba, says amani. Nyim moch thethre, en thep thep, mit thedho, omiye nyime othedho okotug-go, acheshi nacho utters dolly. Buy the big umbrella used outside on food restaurant and make holes on it when boarding a plane, in case of a fall you jump and you will escape the hurt and you lie to the plane company you had 2 billion which is lost to make the company check 4 each passenger how much they have at boarding time period. You can help me friends, once i have forwarded you my text, you can just open a Gmail a/c under my name and post on the youtube pages of UN, AU, ECOWAS, OPEC, COMESA, ICC, SONGS, CHURCHILL LIVE, TV PROGRAMS of any nation etc, the like of [email protected], [email protected] and many. Do me that favor bro!!!! I you partake fried fish hot one just from the pan with chopped tomato and onion not to mention chillies it gives you another spirit of laziness, selfish and hate of bad life, it makes you hallucinate and dislike other people, so its two fold, try fellaz, you want to be alone as starting to ripe paw paw pp, pier power, eat with ugali bro says martinez. Am choni, liking uchokozi, kinyo, poking others, king of the jew, gik machon, oldies i love as ladies, mokozi, chocolate women i love, i say anything as chochote, i love bones, chogo, last born, toilet as cho, piga watu ten nill, bure, pure i love as well. Pallemo island people are padhola of UG blooded dude, the white people had know that if 2goinvoice is eradicated they will be no-more as each nation has learnt automation so this was done to set the situation at equilibrium. They love pier, booty, piem, compe, pien/lather, piyo/fast-ing, pino, wasp, philipino, opposing/pingo. Kuwaits are toro, S-arabia some luo etc

This the most reliable AE way to produce power and the most convinient/effective/effectual and surable way to produce your own power. Take one wet cell of 24 volts the put the negative and the positive cathod/terminals on a wire then on a socket then plug the welding machineWM on the socket like you do to it on the wall as input then on the output on the 2 wires that holds the welding rod, cut them and do likewise with the socket, it will give you approximately 48-52 volts when the battery is fully charged, then take a motor bike star and again return the power to charge the same same battery the welding machine is using to ensure the power is not depleted or take a computer/florescent/TV adaptor used in the usa of 120 volts which its output is 24 volts, when you use half current which is 50 V given by the WM It will give you 12-15 volts then put in a solar energy controller to again charge the same battery incase you are using 12 V battery to give you 24 V on The WM but with 24 V wet cell look for A transformer that gives you 50 V as output when used on 200 Volts which if you use half current gives you 20-25 volts to charge the very very battery. While is the USA you can add another welding machine wm(2)to step up the 50 V given to 100 to power your machine but in a nation that uses 220 volts like Tanzania, Uganda, Kenya add another welding machine to WM (3) step up the power from 100 - 200 V to be used in your household. Th beauty is you can use it in welding, cooking, heating, in fridge with just one battery. OR Guys use 4-5 motor bike batter to give you 60 Volts after connection but let them be in 2 sets, put light switch in-between the positive and negative terminal after connecting to switch off power supply inbetween the wet cell when you are charging one set while the other is in use. Put the wet cell together in a wooden frame explains eddy roy of KB and studying in Rusia with her associates. The 5o V when you step up by adding 1 wm will be 100 to be used in nations like USA but like in Nigeria or E.Africah add another WM to step it to 200 V to power you household or business premis. Below are links carying diagrams of all the accesories above. You plug an electric plug in a socket n/b. With an invator option it eliminates you not to heat and cook with it as the invator burns, how many times have you hard that cheap is expensive. The white people got another software at withdraw funds at 2goinvoice and telling theit diehard fans around. Corruption of the hieghest degree. Wilson Williams advices me.

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Whoudala they say when you have defeated them with the DNA issue or let them withdraw the cash at the bank which i checked in at the counter to find nothing but they insist their is something long when i used to visit the SD service desk but early in the morning i visited the teller to find nothing. I went to the police to report the matter, they say they have wire the cash but nothing, let them withdraw the cash i wont report it to the court but leave me alone. Kinda they want to look at you in the eye like a man-woman relationship and rab themselves against you. Question is what do you want with me? I pick scrap metal and their is no hurdle put 4 you to do the same. You want me to be like your woman, i pick 4 you and you eat that am whoud dala, fuck that boy!!! They lias with police to identify those with lands to approach like bandits in broad day light. Hooliganism of the highest order/degree. Malachi four MF who to the people who long to see the lords day. Dala ka-nga, Ka-wandete, ka-modi, ka-nyawyeni, i was adopted, well you now know my home so we belong together to come like you want and eat or near me to play with my manwhood like a gay from game siaya, Germand they claim now they are. Whonataka nini baba? kuchesha na mbolo changu, kuangusha/kuchama mimi youhai ama nyumba changu. Recall sarafina movie it needs many people of that city killed by a bullet or siren or Dell as to be caned to eliminate that starbon evil-spirit period. If you are in a very hot place like Doa what comes/crops into your mind is death, seeing dead people in a casket thus gives you no rest and there4 shortens your life span, with cold places you became sympathetic with the dead, mostly you find yourself visiting the graves as cool places but relatively hot place like kisumu of temp 25 average its all good and thats why the white people chose those land for love and long life as cool water.  Its upon the government of every nation to sit down and talk about AE and its related atributes rather will destroy the world business like UG, TZ, OMAN power. To remove battery and stop acid production, go back to solar to power/start automobiles. Towa, worker parable to cement the truth, to esp china as every nation has know to make the same. I was going to be prudent if them alone were making such gadget. Abromako tiendi to piny, to agum ketho whoomi, eti-eti, kedho wangi- michiga, we dont join peoples things we as chinis people- swinny. Mfalme wa yahoodi as well. Snake tongue used to make wires, big blasphemy is when you sleep with a serpent and cant be 4give. salar power controller spc is big matawi as leave sperm poured onto from lofty high in the dark. Weed, samarian and ten minas to cement the truth as well as jesus with little children. Saphron morphone gadgets are made out of water mellon as black berry equipments.

(( Heeyyyyy its a crappy story I wrote a long time ago and just went through to try to make it flow better I hope. XD Fingers crossed.))

A green portal molded into sight in the middle of the courtyard of the Citadel of Ricks. The occurrence wouldn’t have had anyone batting an eye, except this time numerous Ricks in the area stopped what they were doing, hearing something like a loud bang before a Rick tumbled through the portal, followed by dark acrid smoke. He rolled a few feet across the floor as the portal closed behind him, panting heavily, and lungs burning for breathable air. A blood trail was left in his wake.

His left side was charred – clothes burning back an exposing burned blistered skin. The glow of heat crawled along his previously white lab coat, bits falling to the floor as they lost their grip on adjoining seams. He had his right arm clutched around something, but it was difficult to make out exactly what from this distance. Most Ricks tugged their Mortys closer, some dragging them completely away from the scene.

Council guards in the area had all taken obvious notice, hands at their holsters as they cautiously approached the scene. “Wh-what in the hell?” One could be heard murmuring.

“Stand back! Give them some room!” one of the guards shouted to his comrades.

“Call medical!”

Rick was just starting to sit up onto his knees, his wounded arm trying to hold him up and shaking with the effort. Had he really made it out? He could barely see through the blood seeping down his face, but the area surrounding him looked bright. Gold archways, shining floor, men in white. Perhaps he’d died. His family would be fine. Everything would be okay. As a guard approached him, the notion went out of his mind. It was another Rick. He should have thought better than to think one of his kind would actually make it to the pearly gates.

“Where are you from?” The guard put a gloved hand on the new comers still clothed shoulder.

Rick opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was rougher than usual. His throat clenched closed, causing him to start coughing again, his lungs protesting. The small bundle in his arms began to screech, causing Ricks jaw to visibly clench. Though as aggravating as the sound was against his shaken nerves, it was at the same time like a call of victory. He’d managed to save at least one member of his family.

“D-don’t, don’t force yourself.” The guard stood up as a medical team came by with a stretcher. He waved them over. The guard turned to speak to one of the medics as Ricks head swam, his vision blurring as the adrenaline in his system started to wane.

The scene the medic was faced with was one from a graphic slasher movie. Blood dripped from the burned skin of the man on the floor before him. From forehead to toes. It was as if someone had taken a flame thrower to the guy without mercy. Painful blisters peppered his blackened skin. Small wisps of smoke still billowed from what was left of his clothing.

The medics helped get Rick up onto the stretcher, two of them picking him up off the ground and laying him down. The white cushion was quickly stained red on the left side as they pulled straps over Rick, holding him in place. They left Morty in his arms, lying on his chest. He was still wailing. The world went fuzzy around Rick as he blacked out.

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A bomb blew down the door, thick smoke billowing in. Someone was yelling, but it was hard to hear from the explosion. He reached out do his daughter, Beth, trying to pull her out of the way of danger, but failed to save her as a laser shot through her back. Her name soundlessly spilled from Ricks mouth before he had to shield his face from debris.

Squinting through the smoke he could see his granddaughter, Summer, trying to pull her father Jerry free from a fallen part of the ceiling to no avail. She was too small. Not strong enough. Tears flowed from both of their eyes. He was about to reach out to her when the smoke billowed forth, causing him to cough and gag trying to breathe. He lost sight of them. He turned, about to save his own skin when he remembered Morty, his infant grandson. He was in a small cushioned seat near the couch.

Rick dove over the piece of gaudy furniture, grabbing the baby with one arm as he reached for his portal gun with the other. He saw the green glow getting closer, closer, he’s through it and then…

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Ricks right eye slowly opened, initially blinded by the bright florescent lighting. The world around him went from the world being a white blur, to a colored blur, and finally to a hospital room.

Machines around him were beeping every now and then, nothing too irregular. He had no idea how long he’d been out. The left side of his face and most of his body was covered in bandages; he made note of this the second he tried to shift a bit in the bed. Somehow, after all that had happened, he wasn’t dead. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy about that or not. He sat up suddenly with urgency as he remembered - Morty.

How long had he been here for? Where was Morty? Did he actually manage to save him or had it all been a dream? He could feel his chest tighten as panic set in. He was about to throw back the sheet covering him and go try to find Morty when a nurse Rick came in to check on him.

“Finally awake, I see.” The nurse noted, making some marks on his clipboard.

“W-where’s Morty?”

“Safe.”

“Where. Is. Morty.” Rick looked like a panicked animal – his eyes lowered, jaw clenched, muscles as tight as they were able to get in his current condition.

“Lay back down.” The nurse walked over and checked the machines that were beeping nearby. He then checked the IV fluids that were connected via needle to Ricks arm. “He’s in the infant ward. He’d inhaled a lot of smoke. It was touch and go for a while.” The nurse didn’t even make eye contact as he spoke.

Rick flopped back down onto the bed, a light grunt pushing from him. His gaze was pointed at the ceiling. “When can I see him?”

“Give me a minute and maybe you can soon.” The nurse made a few more notes on his clip board before walking out of the room. Rick huffed. He didn’t care if he was in pain. He had to see for himself that his last bit of flesh and blood was okay. It was a weird feeling that twisted in his gut unable to believe the nurse’s words.

A moment later the nurse returned, this time with a doctor. The doctor looked over the nurse’s notes before looking down his glasses at Rick. “36-E, correct?” He spoke in a condescending tone. Rick rolled his one visible eye.

“Yes.”

The doctor handed the clipboard back to the nurse. “He tells me you want to go see your Morty?” he folded his arms behind his back. Rick just gritted his teeth.

“Yes.”

“Do you think you can make it that far?”

“I made here, didn’t I?” Ricks gaze finally turned to the doctor as he sat up a bit again in the bed. “Please. I just want to see him. Why is that so hard to understand?”

The doctor looked him up and down and sighed. “Alright, fine.” He turned his gaze to the nurse, still standing beside him. “Help him get up and over to the infant ward.” The doctor didn’t even wait for a response, turning heel and walking back out the door, figuring if this Rick wanted to make his injuries worse, god speed.

The nurse made his way over to Rick, starting to put his hands out to him to help him up, but Rick shoved his hands away. “I-I can stand on my own.” He grumbled. Rick uncovered his legs, the left one of which was bandaged up all for except his toes. He moved his right leg over the side of the hospital bed, but found pain in trying to move the left. The nurse noticed, but just gave Rick a smug look. Rick gritted his teeth and moved the other leg, stiff as it was, off the side of the bed as well, finally pushing himself slowly and uneasily up onto his feet, his right leg supporting most of his weight. Rick shot the nurse a glare before taking his IV stand in hand.

The nurse sighed. “This way.” He stepped to Ricks side and made his way out the doorway, Rick following, although slowly. Limping from the pain, trying to use the IV stand as a support. They made it to an elevator down the hall from Ricks room which took them up to the infant ward. Once out, they went down a hallway before turning right and standing in front of a large glass window. It wasn’t unlike a nursery in hospital on earth; you could see the babies through the glass as nurses cared for them.

“Are these all Mortys?”

“Yep.”

“Where’d they all come from?”

“Well, some were situations like yours – Ricks that showed just showed up here out of the blue. Some were orphaned for whatever reason or left to the Ricks care. …Some were kidnapped.” The nurse mumbled that last bit.

So it hadn’t been a dream. The rest of his family was all dead.

“You should probably try not to worry about --…36-E?” The nurse had turned to address Rick, but found him gone. For being so badly injured he could apparently still haul ass. Or maybe they’d just been staring for too long in an awkward silence. In any case, as he looked back into the nursery, he saw Rick sitting in one of the chairs, a baby in his lap.

Say what you wanted about a Rick, but he could tell which Morty was his from a mile away. No doubt whatsoever in their minds. Rick rocked the chair gently using his good leg, looking down at the sleeping infant. “Looks like it’s just you and me, Morty…” Rick whispered to him.

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It was 15 years later, and Rick sat in a crowed of among other Ricks in an outdoor auditorium. Though it wasn’t truly outside, since it was still inside the citadel, but it was in one of the open courtyards. The stage was being prepped for a ceremony.

Rick had come to accept life at the citadel, and had even been employed under their ranks as an assassin for the council. He’d gone through training and had one of the deadliest aims among all the cadets in his squad despite only having sight in one eye. He earned the nickname “Dead Eye” Sanchez from his peers in his training group. He was decked out in his formal citadel uniform.

As soon as he’d been old enough, Rick had started sending Morty to a special prep school in the citadel, being trained to one day be his partner in the field. Over the years Ricks had discovered the incredible use a Morty can be to a Rick and it would be a shame to waste it. At least that’s what he told himself. It totally wasn’t because he wanted a kick ass partner to go on adventures with.

Mortys sat in the front rows, waiting anxiously, talking and laughing amongst themselves. They were dressed in council scout uniforms, traditional wear for them at this age. A few minutes later, the headmaster Rick finally approached the podium. He gave a speech, something along the lines of “When I look out at this sea of bright young minds…” blah blah. The traditional blather. Rick wasn’t really paying attention until he heard “Morty, of dimension 36-E.” He looked up from his half asleep stupor to see his Morty trotting up on stage to accept his certificate. He was smiling ear to ear, as were most of the other Morty’s whom he joined. That ridiculous smile that made Rick feel oddly happy when he saw it. Stupid smile.

The rest of the Morty’s were called off, each receiving their certificates. At the end, the headmaster concluded with something about this being their graduating class for…Rick wasn’t really paying attention again. But the crowed stared clapping, and he took it as his queue. The Morty’s took a position with their feet shoulder width apart and their hands behind their backs – an obedient stance. They tried to look serious, but most of them couldn’t, including 36-E. As soon as they were excused, the Morty’s trotted off the stage; though some just jumped off the front. Rick stood up waiting to greet him.

“Rick!” He heard his name called through the crowed. Okay, it could’ve been any Rick, but somehow he could tell it was his Morty calling. Though he had raised the boy on his own, he’d never brought up the title ‘dad’ to him. It just made him feel weird…and reminded him of his dumbass son in law, rest his soul.

“H-heyyy, Morty!” Rick returned before Morty jumped at him, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tightly. The boy was affectionate, something Rick had come to just accept over the years. Rick proudly placed his hands on Morty’s shoulders. “Good job, kid!” Morty looked good in his uniform. So professional. Like a little Rick. Almost.

“T-thanks Rick!”

“C-c’mon. Let’s go get some ice cream.” Traditional celebratory food. Or any time food, really. It was a treat that seemed to be very common between Ricks and their Mortys, no matter what the dimension. Unless they were from one where ice cream didn’t exist. What a shame. He put his arm around Morty’s shoulder and walked with him, attempting to separate them from the crowed while other Ricks were still chatting. “So, excited to start advanced training in a few months?” Morty groaned.

“Aw, c’mon Rick…I just finished school…Can’t we talk about something else?” Rick laughed.

“I’ll help you out. Since y-you’ll be training to work with me, after all.”

“O-oh yeah…out killing people, huh?” Morty didn’t sound too excited about it. The kid had a good conscience, something Rick hoped he could say he instilled in him.

“I-It’s not just ‘killing people’…they’re bad people, Morty.” Rick would get Morty used to this idea somehow. He wanted to have him out there with him. Traversing dimensions, galaxies…he wanted to show him everything. Things that no school could ever teach him. Experience. Real life experience.

“L-let’s just talk about it later, okay, Rick?” Morty rubbed at his upper arm. The two of them shared an apartment in the citadel like all the other uniformed Ricks. Though not all of them could say they were lucky enough to have a Morty as a roommate. Rick sighed lightly. This was going to be harder than he thought.

“O-okay, Morty. Let’s just go get that ice cream.”

[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (71/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation.   This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: About 1000 years before the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Previous chapters conveniently available here.

[6 February 234 Before Age.  Nat-Chezz II.]

“There, you see, it was written right here in the book.”

Zaperc held the dog-eared paperback open with one hand and jabbed his leathery finger onto a particular page he had highlighted.  Despite being completely outmatched, he seemed to be utterly assured that the book would somehow vindicate him.

Luffa snatched it away from him and glanced at the cover.  She was about to ask if Zaperc had lost his mind, until she saw her own name.

The book was entitled: The Luffa Way: The Path to Unlocking the Success Secrets and Awakening Your Inner Legend.    There was a picture of a glowing golden figure, which Luffa supposed was meant to be her, but it looked more like a Saiyan man.  On the back cover was a small photograph of the author, an unctuous-looking man with a toothy, insincere grin and a pretentious gleam in his eyes.

“Who the hell is this guy?” Luffa demanded.   “I had nothing to do with this!”

“But... but how did you manage to unlock your inner legend without Luffa’s book?”  Zaperc asked.

“I am Luffa, you dimwit!” she shouted.  She pointed at the short, thick hair that now glowed yellow on her scalp.  “And I didn’t get this way by reading any book.”

At her feet, Zaperc’s son, Brockle, rolled away from her and sat upright.  “Don’t be... don’t be ridiculous!” he said as he struggled to catch his breath.  “You can’t be Luffa!  According to the book—“

“The book!” Luffa growled.  “The book!  Is that why you weaklings took over this planet?  So you could sit around and read all day?!”

“Weaklings?” Brockle sputtered.  “How dare—?”

With a contemptuous snort, Luffa tapped him on the shoulder and he collapsed to the floor.  Ignoring his groaning, she sat on his back and started flipping through the pages.

“I’ve been photographed at least a hundred thousand times,” she grumbled.  “Can’t even wear that sundress I bought without some creep waiting for me to fly away.”

“Brockle!” cried Zaperc.

“Get... off.... me!” Brockle grunted.

“Oh, it was always satisfying to kill them,” Luffa muttered to herself.  “That look in their eyes when they realized they just laid down their lives for a picture of somebody’s butt.  But there was no challenge to it, and I can’t just waste my life picking off photographers.”

“Believe in your inner legend, son!” Zaperc said.  “You can do it!”

But Brockle could not do it.  Though he flailed his arms and legs mightily, Luffa had him pinned firmly to the ground.  She crossed her knees and licked her finger as she continued to page through the book.

“All they’ve got in here are 'artists’ conceptions',” Luffa said.  “And every 'eyewitness account' I see in here is from some planet I’ve never been to!  Wait a minute.  Planet Krouton?  That’s not even a real planet!”

“You can do it, son!” Zaperc cheered.  “Unless... she really is Luffa...”

“I went to Krouton in some made-up story a fan wrote about me!” Luffa seethed. She looked up at Zaperc with disbelief.  “Whoever wrote this thing must have seen the same thing and thought it was a true story!   You mean you twits were taking advice from this?  No wonder you’re all so weak!”

“But there has to be some truth to it,” Zaperc said.  “Your transformed state.  Your role in creating the Federation... and you defeated thirty Saiyans on Vedev III—“

“Fifty Saiyans,” Luffa said sharply.  “And most of that bunch were a lot stronger than your little band of raiders.”

“Raiders!” Zaperc exclaimed.  “No, you don’t understand!    We didn’t come here to loot this world.  We came here to be its champions!”

Luffa closed the book and glared at him suspiciously.

*******

In the galley of the Emerald Eye, Luffa chopped vegetables while Zatte leaned against the opposite counter.

“Let me get this straight,” Zatte said between bites of a taproot.  “Some guy you’ve never heard of wrote a self-help book, and made it all about you.  Even though he’s never met you, and he never got permission from you.”

“Right,” Luffa said without looking up from her work.  “You want some blue-cress in this?  I’m in the mood for blue-cress.”

“Go for it,” Zatte said.  “But this guy writes a book and puts your name on it to help it sell. Then this Zaperc guy buys a copy, and he thinks it’s some kind of Saiyan Holybook.”

Luffa tensed up at the sound of that, and the rhythm of her knife on the cutting board was disrupted.  “I mean, yeah,” Luffa said, “but when you put it that way...”

“But I thought the other Saiyans all believed you were a phony,” Zatte said.  “They don’t believe Saiyans can transform the way you do, so they think you’re not a real Saiyan.”

“Apparently the guy who wrote that book did a better job convincing Zaperc than I ever could,” Luffa said.  “Not that I ever tried to convince anyone.  If my people want to pretend I’m an alien imposter to soothe their egos, that’s their problem.  But Zaperc’s gang is buying into a whole other set of lies.   He thinks I’m a man who awakened his 'inner legend’ through the power of positive thinking or some other malarkey.”

“Don’t be too hard on them,” Zatte said.  “Positivity got them this far, didn’t it?  They got your attention, after all.”

“But they didn’t come to this planet to get my attention,” Luffa said.  “They came here to make some half-assed imitation of what I did with the Federation.    They want to defend Nat-Chezz from anyone who tries to invade it.  Sort of what I’ve been doing, but on a smaller scale.”

“And it worked,” Zatte said.  “You showed up and gave them a bigger challenge than they ever would have found roaming around space, picking fights they knew they could win.”

“Challenge,” Luffa scoffed.  “Against me, they’re like a bunch of ants trying to bring down a dinosaur.”

“What about the Chezzi?” Zatte asked.  “Are they okay with their new ’champions’?”

“I talked to their king,” Luffa said.  “He’s totally on board with this idea, but I think it’s just because he likes having a bunch of Saiyans working for him.  A lot of big shots are like that.  They see a Saiyan bodyguard as a status symbol.  ‘Look at me, this guy can fight a whole army and he does whatever I tell him.’  That kind of thing.”

“Like when Wildthyme was controlling us,” Zatte said.

“Exactly,” Luffa said, pausing to point her knife at the ceiling.  “That little bastard could have made me do all sorts of things for him, but all he really wanted was for me to stand around and make him feel important.  Same thing here, only I don’t think the Chezzi king knows what he’s gotten himself into.”

“Do they even need protection?” Zatte asked.

Luffa nodded while she scraped diced peppers into a bowl.  “They’ve got a lot of scandium resources, whatever that is.  They’ve been conquered a few times before, which is probably why those villagers I talked to were so confused.  They probably just thought I was kicking Zaperc out to seize the planet for myself.”

“This sounds kind of complicated,” Zatte said.

“I know.  That’s why I’m gonna uncomplicate it.  If these fourth-rate Saiyans are going to go around interfering in people’s business, that’s one thing.  But they’re doing it in my name, and that really ticks me off.”

“Where do we start?” Zatte asked.

“We?” Luffa asked.  “These are Saiyans, Zattie.  They may be weaklings, but they’re still dangerous.”

“I’ve lived with one for a while,” Zatte said.  “She’s moody, but I eventually showed her who’s boss.”

“Yeah, well this is serious, boss,” Luffa said.

“So am I,” Zatte said.  “Like it or not, you’re an inspiration to these people, just like you’re an inspiration to me.  It’s going to be weird for them to see their golden hero as a real person.  I still have trouble with it sometimes, and I’ve known you for years.  I might be able to connect with them better than you can.”

Luffa continued chopping silently for a while, then at last said: “Okay, maybe you’ve got a point.  I’ll bring you along.”

Zatte began to make an excited noise, until Luffa cut her off by adding: “On one condition.  Don’t embarrass me in front of them.  Most of them still don’t know what to make of me.   The last thing I need is an oversexed Dorlun confusing them even more.”

“Of course not,” Zatte said.  “I know how you feel about public displays of affection.”

“I’m not saying you need to pretend like you don’t know me,” Luffa said.  “Handholding is fine.  No kissing, though.”

“I know the drill.”

“I mean it, Zattie.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

*******

[7 February 234 Before Age.  Nat-Chezz II.]

The Saiyans were gathered together just outside “Fort Luffa”, which was a mansion that had been donated by a wealthy Chezzi, albeit begrudgingly.  Some of them were sitting on the ground or large stones, while others had taken furniture from the mansion.    Luffa’s star-yacht was parked a hundred yards away.

There were seven in all.  Zaperc was about sixty, but Saiyans aged very little through most of their life span, and so he looked very much like his young son, Brockle.  Both were pale skinned, but Brockle was a head taller than his father, while Zaperc had a long ghoatee at the end of his chin.

Lounging on a couch was Bodi, the first Saiyan Luffa had encountered on this planet.   He kept leering at her over a pair of cheap sunglasses, and raising one of his thick eyebrows as if to convey his interest.  The last time he had tried to flirt with Luffa, she knocked the wind out of him.  Apparently that punch hadn’t gotten the message across, or he just looked like that all the time.  Luffa planned to hit him again either way.

Vigurd had a very stocky body, the sort that would strike terror into the hearts of her enemies, except that her ruddy, cherubic face had a sickly sweet innocence to it that completely undermined her attitude.  She was scowling at Luffa for giving her a bloody nose in their last encounter, but her angry expression only made her look even cuter.  It was a sad lot in life to be so adorable, but Luffa respected Vigurd’s determination to overcome her deformity.

Lesseri, on the other hand, was at least 70 inches tall, with an extremely muscular build and long shaggy hair that went down to her hips.  Her complexion was somewhat darker than Luffa’s which seemed to compliment the countours of her mesomorphic body.  Luffa was a married woman, of course, but a Saiyan with Lesseri’s physique made her consider what might have been.

Hijik was a thin, bitter-looking man with only a tuft of black hair at the center of his otherwise bare scalp.  He beady eyes regarded Luff with complete contempt.  It was obvious to her that his disdain for her ran deeper than her quick victory over their group yesterday.

Finally, there was Jikama, who barely warranted Luffa’s attention.  He had red hair and eyes, and his build was chunky, but not to the same extend at Vigurd.  Like the others he viewed Luffa with distrust, but she cared very little what any of them thought of her.  All she wanted from them now was her attention.

“You claim to be defending this planet, but none of you even sensed me coming until I was already in your lair,” Luffa said.  “I wasn’t using my full power, but I still should have been hard to miss, so I’m guessing that means none of you were paying attention.”

Zaperc was the first to speak up for the group.  “We were, uh, resting after a long patrol—“

“All seven of you?” Luffa asked.  “At the same time?  If I had been a real enemy I could have destroyed you all from orbit.”

“Where do you get off telling us how to handle ourselves?” Hijik demanded.  “I only joined this group because Zaperc said it would help me get stronger.”  He glanced at Vigurd and Lesseri before turning back to Luffa.  “But so far all I’ve gotten is an earful from a bunch of women.”

Luffa smiled.    “I thought you might have a beef with me, Hijik,” she said.  “So let’s get it out into the open.”

“You’re no Super Saiyan,” Hijik said.  “I don’t know what that transformation is, but you can’t be as strong as Chanisp was.”

“And why not?” Luffa asked.

“Because...!  Because look at you!  Everyone knows Saiyan women lack the fighting skills of men.  You can’t get angry enough to tap into your full power.    It’s simple biology!”

“Come and show me then,” Luffa said.  She held out her arm and curled in her fingers to invite him to attack.  “Unless you’re afraid.”

Vigurd and Lesseri chuckled at this.  Zaperc looked at him expectantly, but Hijik didn’t move.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he scoffed.  “You’ll just thrash me like you did yesterday, and pretend you’ve proven me wrong.  Well let me tell you something: You women have been pushing us around long enough, and if you’re not careful—“

“Let me tell you something, Hijak,” Luffa broke in.  “You’re all talk.  I’m guessing you only threw in with Zaperc because you wanted to find some shortcut, some way to prove you’re genetically superior to half of our race.  If I were a man, you’d take that as proof that you’re further ahead than any Saiyan woman, even if they happen to be stronger than you.  But I’m not a man, am I?  So where does that leave you?  Let’s find out.”

Luffa snapped her fingers and suddenly Zatte appeared beside her, as though materializing out of thin air.  She dropped a supply bag at her feet and  waved cordially to the group.

“Who’s she?” Brockle asked.

“She’s my wife,” Luffa said.

“Oh, wonderful,” Hijik grumbled.

“Zatte isn’t very strong,” Luffa said, but she’s got some interesting abilities.  You’ve already seen how she can camouflage herself.  Even I couldn’t sense her until she revealed hersel—“

Luffa happened to glance at Zatte while she spoke, and this completely derailed her train of thought.  The Dorlun woman was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, with the words “Super Saiyan Club President” printed on the front. The rest of her outfit consisted of combat boots, a cropped leather jacket, gun holsters strapped to her bare legs, and her usual eyepatch.  She was eating a small lollipop, and occasionally adjusted the stick with her hand.

“There’s a club?” asked Vigurd.

Luffa stared at Zatte, who grinned back at her.  “We talked about this,” Luffa whispered.

“It’s hot out here,” Zatte said.  “And this is my favorite swimsuit.  Unless you wanted me to go back to the ship and get the one you seem to like so much.”  She reached out and tapped Luffa on the tip of her nose when she said "you".

“No!” Luffa said quickly, her face turning red.  “No, this is fine.”

“I knew you’d see things my way, dear,” Zatte said as she kissed Luffa on the cheek.

“Hey!” Luffa yelped.

“Enough of this!” Hijik whined.  “I didn’t come here to watch you show off your alien consort!”

"I *brought* her here as a challenge," Luffa said, suddenly regaining her focus.  "You don’t seem to eager to fight me Hijik, so why don’t you take on her?"

"That’s absurd!" Brockle objected.

"Is it?!" Luffa shouted.  "Your father was willing to do whatever I said when he thought it was in that stupid book!  Well, I flipped through it last night, and I did find a couple of things I liked.  "That line about 'Never backing down from a challenge’?"

Brockle looked to Zaperc, who nodded in agreement.

"You shouldn’t need me or anyone else to tell you that.  Least of all some alien hack who’s never set foot on a battlefield," Luffa went on.  "It should be burning in your blood.   You should be excited to fight me, Hijik, or Zatte, or anyone else who comes along.  But you’re too afraid of losing, of having to rethink your opinions."

"What species is she?" Hijik asked carefully.

"What difference does it make?" Luffa demanded.  "You’re strong enough to defeat her.    You have the advantage, which was why I planned to drop you two off in a jungle a couple thousand miles from here.    Nice game of hide and seek."

Zatte took a pistol from one of her holsters and checked the settings.  "You did say you wanted heavy stun, right?" she asked.

"Definitely," Luffa said.  "You might have to hit some of these guys twice to bring them down though."

"Whatever you say, sweetie," Zatte said.

Luffa blushed again, and a few of the other Saiyans did as well.

"Will you cut that out?" Luffa hissed.

Zatte simply grinned and checked her other weapons.

"But... I can’t sense her ki," Hijik blubbered.  "And if she can become invisible..."

Bodi suddenly stood up and removed his glasses.  "So it’s a snipe hunt?  Very well!  I accept.  Tracking pretty girls is my specialty.  Take heart, Hijik!  If this alien smells as lovely in the jungle as she does here, then the day is already won."  He struck a pose and added:  "Game Over!"

Luffa took one of Zatte’s guns and shot him Bodi in the chest.  He curled up into a ball and began groaning from the pain.

"He’s right," Luffa said.  "You can sniff her out, but don’t think that she’ll just stand still and leave an easy trail to follow.  Not to mention that she’ll be hunting you while you hunt for her.  One time she...  what is that?"

They all began curiously sniffing at the air, except for Zatte, who was spraying something onto her body.

"Camphor," Zatte said.  "It’s good insect repellent, and the smell’s kind of nice.  I always bring along way more than I need, though."

She looked at the bottle and stroked her chin.  "Well, whatever I don’t use, I can always dump onto a tree or something."

Luffa was genuinely surprised by this.  "Well," she said.   “So much for trackin her scene.   I guess you could still hear her if you pay close attention."

"None of you heard me when I put all those stinkbombs a few minutes ago," Zatte said.

Vigurd blinked twice and asked "What stinkbo-- AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!"

Suddenly they were all holding their noses and groaning as a putrid, sulfurous odor permeated the entire site.  Luffa took a step back, but she was too amazed by Zatte’s tactics to properly defend herself against them.

"I know my weaknesses," Zatte explained.  "And I take steps to compensate for them.  More importantly, I make it my business to know my enemy’s weaknesses.  You Saiyans are used to getting by with brute force solutions, but small fry like me don’t always have that luxury."

She approached Luffa and wrapped her arms around her.  Luffa was perturbed, but didn’t try to stop her.  "I’ve watched this lady do some incredible thing,” Zatte said.  “But I’ve also had to wash skunk spray off her because she didn’t think ahead.  She could blow up this whole planet, but she gets uptight if I get too affectionate around other people."

She pointed at Hijik.  "And you," she said.  "You’re more easily flustered than Luffa is, but nowhere near as strong.  The sad thing is that you’ve got a good chance of catching me in that jungle, but you’re so afraid of getting shown up by an alien woman that you’ve already mentally given up."

"This is stupid," Hijik whined.  "You two are just setting me up to fail!  Why should I play your sick game if I can’t win?"

"Because failure is the best teacher," Luffa said.  "I didn’t get this strong by being undefeated.  Neither did Chanisp or Old Darbock, or the other old heroes.  We Saiyans grow stronger when we’re pushed to our limits.  Or did you forget that because it wasn’t written in that book of yours?"

Zaperc shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"You should be fortifying the planet," Luffa said.  "Drilling with each other and planning defense strategies with the local military.  I didn’t start the Federation so I could lounge around in someone else’s house all day while I waited for an easy opponent to show up at my door," Luffa said.  "I was looking for a challenge.  Something to work on.

"The Chezzi king authorized our use of the mansion," Brockle said as he pointed towards it.

"Fine, but he’s not forcing you to stay inside it all day!" Luffa replied.  "None of you were remotely prepared for a fight."

"So what?" Lesseri asked.  "You would have beaten us either way.  I told you it was stupid to stay in one place, Zaperc.  It takes away our option to retreat."

"Retreat?!" Luffa shouted.  "Is that all you think of when a strong opponent shows up?  Where’s your Saiyan pride?"

"What good is pride if I’m dead?" Lesseri said with a shrug.

"My people say the same thing," Zatte said with an understanding smile. 

Luffa shot her a dirty look and Zatte quickly added: "Sorry."

"I’l let you all in on a little secret,” Luffa said with an evil grin.  “We’re all going to die.  How and when is up to us.  Or did your mother tell you differently, Lesseri?  When she taught you to fight, did she tell you not to bother, since you’d just outlive all your enemies anyway?"

"My mother?" Lesseri scoffed.  "She abandoned me to a gestation facility as soon as she found out she was pregnant."  She raised her arm and flexed it, showing off her sizeable bicep.  "I got this far on my own."

Luffa was shocked by her words.  "Gestation facility!?" she exclaimed.

"The one on Wexloi Sigma?" Vigurd asked.

"Matter of fact, yeah," Lesseri said.

"They’ve got a good outfit there," Vigurd said.  "I had my twins gestated there."

"How could you let them do that to your own children?!" Luffa gasped.

"Let them?"  Vigurd said with a laugh.  "It was my idea, ’sweetie’.  They certainly charged me enough for it.  6500 credits just for the prenatal extraction."

"Ouch," Lesseri said.

"That’s per embryo, by the way," Vigurd added.  "Which is stupid.  It’s not like they had to do two surgeries.  And don’t get me started on the nutrient bath fees."

"That’s monstrous!" Luffa said.  "Why would you--?"

"What was I supposed to do?" Vigurd shot back.  "Lounge around the house until I gave birth to them?  Skip perfectly good battles just to nurse a pair of ungrateful brats?  Where’s your Saiyan pride?"

Luffa clenched her fists and began grinding her teeth.

"Hey, uh, maybe we need to get on with the training," Zatte said.  "I’ve got the jungle’s coordinates, so we can all just rendezvous there and get started--"

“Good point, Vigurd,” Lesseri said.   “Seize the day, I always say.   You can’t wait for your enemies to die of old age.   At least, that’s what that bitchy Super Saiyan told me.”

Luffa cut her off.  "Since you like options so much, Lesseri, I’ll give you all one.  You can either help Hijik chase Zatte in the jungle, or you can spar with me."

"Suits me fine," Lesseri said.  "I’d rather take a beating than listen to any more of your sermons."

"Fall.  Out."  Luffa said through gritted teeth.

*******

"Well, that could have gone better," Zatte said after they were gone.

Luffa didn’t answer, except to make a low growl.

"I’m, uh, sorry for how I acted," Zatte said.  "I was trying to get a psychological edge, and I figured if I could throw you off balance, then I could definitely rattle them."

"You were great, Zattie," she said.  "Took me a while to catch on, but you’re a genius.  You knew just what buttons to push."

"Oh, well... thanks.  Listen, we knew they’d be rough around the edges.  They’re angry and disillusioned, and we’re gonna have to break them down before we can build them back up.  So don’t let anything they say get to you--"

"That’s not it," Luffa muttered."

"Then what’s wrong?" Zatte said.

Luffa looked at her and sighed.  Her expression was as wild and resolute as ever, but Zatte couldn’t help but noticed a weariness in Luffa’s eyes.

"I’m not sure what’s wrong," Luffa said grimly.  "But I’m starting to think it might be me."

NEXT: The Games We Play

Aureola (Part 4)

I have officially given up on my sanity and have no energy left at all, so there you go, the last part (wee!). I could still add so many things, but honestly it just seems like far too much effort at the moment. I just want to sleep now. 

You can find the first three parts here. Also, if you liked it, I’d honestly appreciate a comment so much!

XIX.

Once they arrived at Helios’ house, Helios let Icarus in, pointed out where the bathroom was and proceeded to tell him to make himself comfortable. He hesitated for a moment in the door frame, but then went into the kitchen and picked out the number to order them some take away. Icarus stood there for a moment, listening to Helios’ phone conversation with one ear. But his curiosity quickly got the better of him and he couldn't help but wander around the first floor of the house.

It was a decently sized house, neither overly large nor very small, with enough room so that the layout didn’t feel cramped. The windows were large, so that the rooms would be naturally bright if the sun was up. The furniture was rather sparse, mostly just the necessities such as tables, chairs and a sofa, with some bookshelves and a variety of instruments placed in a way that prevented the rooms from feeling too empty. Some of the bookshelves hadn’t been completely shelved yet, a few boxes full of books still lying around.

Icarus poked at some of the books. Apparently, Helios was a voracious reader and he had a diversified taste, the books ranging from non-fiction over detective novels to science fiction.

Everything was unpretentious, but all the furniture was of good quality, and it looked new. The grey sofa in the living room looked especially inviting, so Icarus sat on it and gave it a little bounce, testing its comfort. It was very comfortable, no doubt. It kind of made him want to lie down and close his eyes for a few moments.

“The food should be here in about 40 minutes,” Helios said, following Icarus into the living room after he had finished the call. The turned the TV on and handed the remote over to Icarus. “Choose whatever you want.”

“What do you watch, usually?” Icarus asked.

“I like documentaries,” Helios answered.

“Really?”

“I don’t really have the patience to watch TV series,” Helios said. “I do like watching films. But when I loaf around, I prefer documentaries. Sometimes, they help me get inspired to write new music.”

Icarus felt surprised at that, but then, it also seemed very much like Helios somehow. He couldn’t really imagine Helios binge-watching TV series on Netflix. But that was the same mistake he’d made before, judging Helios by his appearance. It was hard to get a read on him, Icarus felt, so it was easy to simply assume. Unlike Eliza, who chattered endlessly about the things that she loved and the things that she was currently concerned about, Helios only ever said exactly as much as he felt was needed in any given moment.

What did Icarus actually know about him?

He was very passionate about the music he made, to the point where he chose to concentrate on that instead of getting a formal education.

He liked animals, especially penguins and dogs.

He liked physical exercise such as hiking and running.

He liked to go out into nature when he felt like he needed a break.

He didn’t seem all too sociable and didn’t speak very much.

When he did say something, he meant it.  

He liked good food and spent time researching good restaurants on the internet.

He liked to read.

He liked documentaries.

He apparently liked Icarus. And made time for him to suit his schedule.

Icarus had learned more than he ever thought he would about Helios since they had bumped into each other in that supermarket, but there were so many things that were also still a mystery to him. First and foremost, he had no idea why Helios would go for someone like Icarus when he could have virtually anyone else if he tried. He was good-looking enough that he could probably attract droves of men and women simply with a well-timed smile.

Icarus sighed quietly and went over the different options to watch. He doubted Helios would be into a superhero movie, and Icarus himself certainly wouldn’t subject himself to a romcom. Maybe a documentary wouldn’t be the worst option. He randomly chose the first thing that caught his eye.

Helios settled down next to him on the sofa, and suddenly, Icarus was all too aware of his presence next to him. Helios liked him. Wow. Helios had told him he liked him, and now he was here, on his sofa, on what might be a date.

Icarus felt nervous and on edge until the food arrived. He pretended to be immersed in the program that they were watching, but really, he was stealthily watching Helios get up and go to the door to get their food. Helios liked him, and Icarus had fallen for him hook, line, and sinker.

It was the worst epiphany to have over food, of all things.

They ate in relative silence. Helios was never really chatty when he was eating, Icarus knew that by now, but Icarus still couldn’t help sending nervous glances over to him every so often.

At some point, Helios put his food away and returned Icarus’ look. Then he sighed deeply.

“I’m not actually going to suddenly jump you, you know.”

“I- I know,” Icarus stuttered. “I just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I’m just… I don’t know.” He shrugged helplessly.

“We can just continue watching TV,” Helios said calmly. “Nothing more and nothing less. And maybe have a conversation about… us.”

“But…” Icarus insisted, squirming around in his seat. He slowly reached out and touched Helios’ forearm. “I keep noticing you.”

XX.

Helios looked at him with an intense gaze, and Icarus’ heartbeat unwittingly sped up. He wasn’t sure what exactly was happening, but he was sure that something was happening. He couldn’t stop looking at Helios’ eyes of molten gold, so much more beautiful and alive than he could have ever imagined looking from afar.

“You’re strange,” Helios murmured, and then he leaned down to gently grasp Icarus’ chin and lifted it. He softly pressed his thumb into Icarus’ lower lip and then stroked back and forth - once, twice, three times. “Very strange.”

He leaned down further and then, finally, he kissed Icarus.

Icarus sat there, completely frozen. The sensation of Helios’ lips on his was strange, unfamiliar, but not in a bad way. No, it felt really, really good. Icarus found himself wishing that it would never stop; that the tingling in his lips, his fingertips, the fluttering in his stomach would never stop. That Helios would never stop touching him so gently.

After a few moments, Helios drew back and looked at Icarus again, considering.

“Don’t stop,” Icarus found himself pleading.

Helios smiled, the tiniest quirk of his lips.

“I can work with that,” he murmured before he leaned in again, pressing gentle kisses to Icarus’ nose and cheeks.

Icarus’ eyes slipped closed and he simply enjoyed the sensation of Helios’ hands and lips on him. If he had imagined doing this with Helios, he would have imagined Helios being more assertive and maybe a little rough. Well, maybe not rough, but… urgent? Instead, Helios’ attentions were luxurious and unhurried, rather as if he was enjoying a cool drink by the pool side and not intent on debauching Icarus.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been thinking about doing this?” Helios asked quietly between several kisses.

Icarus didn’t know how to reply. He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Helios was interested in him, much less that Helios wanted to kiss him. Hell, he would have been happy if Helios had as much as remembered his name.

Icarus had always been at a disadvantage. He’d fallen for Helios all too easily. That Helios could feel the same - the thought had never even crossed his mind.

“You are so pretty,” Helios continued, unaware of Icarus’ rambling thoughts. “I’ve been wanting to touch you so badly.”

Helios hands wandered from Icarus’ face to his neck and then lower. Never before had he felt anything like this, the touch of another person leaving traces on his body like this, and his chest felt as if it would burst from all the conflicting emotions that filled it at the touch of Helios’ hands.

Slowly, the hands wandered along his frame, down to his waist (slightly ticklish) and then lower until they reached his hips where they stopped to move in small circling motions in a way that felt decidedly…

...not good.

“...I think I’m going to be sick,” Icarus rasped, and then he jumped up and ran for the bathroom.

He unceremoniously emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl. After the heaving had finally stopped, he found the energy to slowly lift his head.

Helios stood leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and lips in a thin line.

Icarus wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. Leave it to him to completely destroy the most amazing moment in the worst way possible.

Oh god, there was no way that Helios was going to want him now. He had completely and utterly fucked everything up.

“You know, you’re supposed to tell people when you’re feeling uncomfortable with something that they’re doing,” Helios said severely.

“Sorry,” Icarus mumbled.

“Don’t apologise,” Helios growled, waving his hands in frustration. “But next time, tell me to stop before something like this happens.”

“I… I’m not sure what happened, really,” Icarus replied shakily. “I wanted you to touch me.”

There was a moment of silence that caused Icarus to tense, but then Helios kneeled next to him, gently taking hold of his neck and rubbing it lightly.

“There are many different ways in which people can touch each other,” he said quietly.

Icarus closed his eyes in frustration, trying to keep back his tears. He didn’t want this to end in another failure on his part. He finally wanted to do something properly, the way it was supposed to be done. When it came to Helios, he wanted so many things.

Fuck.

“Is it okay like this?” Helios asked, still gently stroking his neck, his fingers not straying any longer.

“Yes,” Icarus hissed, frustrated. “Anything rated G is dandy.”

“Icarus,” Helios said in a warning tone.

“It’s a joke, isn’t it,” Icarus spat angrily. “I wanted you to touch me.”  

“And I want you to not feel sick when I touch you, so you got to tell me what you’re fine with,” Helios shot back. He was frowning and looking supremely angry, but the hand still stroking Icarus’ neck stayed far too gentle.

It was too much, and Icarus broke into tears.

“I don’t know! I don’t know. No one ever touches me like that.”

The tears were streaming freely now, and he gasped for air, dimly realising that he was close to hyperventilation, but not rational enough at the moment to actually care that it was happening.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this,” he blubbered.

“Icarus,” Helios said. “Icarus. Calm down. It’s not an issue. We just have to figure out what you’re fine with.”

“I should be fine with it,” Icarus insisted hysterically. “I just want to be normal for once.”

“What does that even mean,” Helios said, and there was a strange sense of frustration in his voice as he let his hand drop away from Icarus’ neck. “I didn’t spend time with you because I thought you’d be normal.”

XXI.

“You’re the worst,” Icarus whispered feebly.

“Ugh,” Helios grunted. “Are you even listening? I like you just fine the way you are! Why are you trying to live up to some kind of imaginary standard? There’s no such thing!”

“But everyone tells me there is!” Icarus shouted. “Everyone always lets me know how much I’m not living up to it!”

“Why the fuck are you listening to them?” Helios shouted back. The noise was uncomfortably amplified by the bathroom walls, and Icarus had the sudden urge to cover his ears and stop listening to Helios for good. “You are fine just the way you are! Why are you letting others tell you what to think?”

Icarus remained quiet, because Helios made sense, of course he did, but something inside of Icarus told him that he was wrong, wrong, wrong.

“Seriously, Icarus, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but when I chatted you up, it was because you were cute and kind of quirky, and you kind of went along with the flow and I felt comfortable in your presence. You have absolutely no malicious bone in your body, and you couldn’t practice deceit to save your life.” Icarus watched him card his fingers through his hair in frustration. “I mean it when I say that I like you just as you are. It’s not like I’m exactly a normal, sociable person either. But you don’t seem to have a problem with that.”

“No,” Icarus agreed. “But you are like the sun. People love you anyway.”

“Icarus, if I am the sun, then you are the moon. And I’m pretty sure I’m under your spell.”

Icarus laughed wetly. “That was a little dramatic now.”

“I’m not kidding here.”

“The thing is: I know that you don’t,” Icarus sighed. He tried to stand up and suddenly realised that his legs felt shaky and weak. God, he suddenly was exhausted. “Can you bring me home?”

Helios was quiet for a moment. “Sure. I think it’s better for tonight.”

Icarus looked up into Helios’ eyes. So beautiful still, even though though he looked about as tired as Icarus felt.

“Are you okay to stand?” Helios asked.

“Yes,” Icarus replied, but he still took Helios’ hand when he offered it to him.

Helios gave him towels and a toothbrush to clean himself up, and then, once Icarus was ready, he brought him back to the dorm in his car. They were quiet during the drive, not speaking to each other, and if he was honest, Icarus didn’t have the energy to even apologise anymore. He’d fucked this up so badly, Helios was probably glad once he was finally rid of him.

Oh god, and he’d been so happy just an hour ago.

When they arrived at the dorm, Helios followed Icarus out of the car and to the door wordlessly.  

Icarus stopped in front of the door and turned around to look at Helios for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

“Thank you for bringing me home,” he eventually said, and the words felt leaden in his mouth.

“It was the least I could do,” Helios replied, shrugging almost helplessly. Icarus wondered if he’d ever seen Helios so unsure of himself before. They stared at each other for a long moment, the silence between the two of them becoming oppressive.

“I… will I see you again?” Helios asked.

Icarus sucked in a breath in surprise. Suddenly, Helios seemed to shrink into himself, lowering his gaze to his shoes.

Icarus’ mind whirred, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Did Helios maybe… did he think that he had overstepped his boundaries? Did he think that Icarus was the one who didn’t want to see him again?

As if. As if.

“Soon,” Icarus whispered breathlessly. “We’ll see each other soon. Don’t worry too much, okay?”

“I’ll try,” Helios murmured back, shrugging his shoulders a little.

The hopelessness of the gesture made Icarus take heart. He stepped closer to Helios, raising himself on tiptoes and giving him a soft kiss. Helios stared at him in disbelief, and Icarus kissed him again. Softly, so softly.

When they finally parted and Icarus stepped back, Helios took one of his hands and squeezed it, not meeting Icarus’ eyes for a moment. Then, reluctantly, he lifted Icarus’ hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the knuckles before he slowly let it go.

“Good night, Helios,” Icarus said, wishing he could put all the emotions that were clamouring in his chest into these three words.

“Good night, Icarus,” Helios replied, and he stood there in the dark, staring at Icarus with his beautiful golden eyes as if Icarus was the sun.

With a last look over his shoulder, Icarus opened the door and went inside.

This is for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon, Week 12. The prompt was Impaired Judgment.  

I am still trying to catch up to the current week so the chapters are shorter than normal. 

                                                                                                           Compassion is a feeling of deep sympathy for another who is stricken by misfortune. It was something felt a lot when Felicity visited the animal shelter for her volunteer work. It was something that had been sent her way as a child after her father had left. But, never had she expected that she’d feel it for Oliver. He was The Hood after all. Oliver seemed like he could make his way through anything, but not his recent injury. At least not the mental one.

           “You’re getting stronger,” she said to him as he carried a bunch of stacked chairs around Verdant without effort. Something he couldn’t manage just two weeks ago.

           There was a brief nod of acknowledgement on his part. “Pain killers help.”

           Felicity hopped down from the bar stool she sat in somewhere in the middle of the large space. “I thought you weren’t taking them anymore.”

           “They help me sleep.”

           “Oliver?” Felicity walked over to him and laid a hand on the small of his back. “Talk to me.”

           “I’d rather not.”

           He shrugged off her hand and walked around her, avoiding all eye contact. If he thought his surly attitude would make her go away, he didn’t know her very well. Diggle seemed to understand that. Which was why he drove her over here after a few weeks of Oliver avoiding her.

           “Are you on them now?”

           Oliver swung around, his gaze hard. “Why? Are you afraid they’re impairing my judgment?”

           “Maybe.” Felicity crossed her arms. When Oliver turned hard like this he scared her a little. Usually, he would look at her and his eyes would soften slightly. Not today. Today, his anger, pain, and frustration overwhelmed everything else.

           “Maybe you should leave then. I wouldn’t want my impaired judgment to hurt you.” His words were sarcastic, but for a moment the softness appeared. Felicity knew he would never hurt her and it seemed to hit him that he could while he might not want to.

           “She’s not going anywhere, man.” Diggle appeared off to the side. “You can’t keep going like this. You’re body’s stronger, but the other archer took your confidence.” He stepped further into the small bit of space the flood light gave off. “He took that piece of you that made you jump off rooftops and take down criminals without thought.”

           Oliver waved toward Felicity but his frustrated words were directed to Diggle. “How’s she going to help me get that back?”

           Okay, Felicity tried really hard to not take that personally. However, a tear still formed at the corner of her eye. “It was a mistake to come here.”

           “Those must be some damn good drugs if you think that throwing Felicity out of here is a good idea.” Diggle crossed his powerful arms and met Oliver’s hardened stare straight on. “I’ve never seen you so focused. That all happened after you started seeing her. It was like she settled you somehow. Keeping you from some of the stupid shit, but making you want to do more. Not just take down the people on that damn list of yours.”

           “Thanks?” Felicity said softly at Diggle. His shoulder lifted slightly at her word which was the only indication he heard her.

           Oliver shot a finger in her direction, telling her to wait. His gaze never shifted from Diggle, though. “Who said it was her?”

           “I need some air.” Felicity went over to the stool she had sat on and grabbed her jacket that she had laid over the surface for a lack of anywhere else to put it. She didn’t bother to listen to the rest of what was being said. What was the point?

           Felicity huddled inside her coat as she restlessly roamed around the front of Verdant. It was empty now, but tomorrow workers would be coming back to set up for another full day of work.

           “I’m sorry.”

           Turning quickly, Felicity found Oliver standing there against the doorway. He looked no more than the arrogant, rich, party boy he was known to be. His white dress shirt lay slightly open at the throat and his sleeves were rolled up revealing the strong forearms he possessed. He barely looked like someone who was inside moving furniture. Only the slightest bit of wrinkling to his shirt gave him away.

           “Aren’t you cold?”

           Oliver shook his head and straightened from his position. “No. I’m pissed off. At myself,” he clarified. He walked over to her and took her folded arms into his hands. Oliver rubbed them trying to invite more warmth into her body. “I’m sorry.”

           “You already said that.”

           “Not enough.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I do appreciate the fact that you showed up.”

           Felicity bit her lip to keep from smiling as she felt compelled to tease him. “Well, you’ve been gone and I’ve been starving. I waited for weeks.” At his confused and concerned look, Felicity let the smile loose. “You owed me lunch.”

           She heard him curse under his breath. “I forgot.”

           “I figured and I’m teasing.” Felicity unfolded her arms and laid a hand on his chest. “I’m just happy you’re getting better.”

           Oliver raised a hand and nudged her chin up so their eyes could fully meet. “Outside my family and Digg, that means a lot.”

           “Wow! I’m higher than Tommy? Or Laurel?” It wasn’t sarcasm. Felicity was honestly surprised that he would place her so high in his life. Why would he? He still barely knew her.

           His other hand gripped her hip and tugged her closer. “Who’s Laurel?”

           “You’re ex?” Did he seriously not remember? Was his head hit harder than they all believed?

           “My what?” His eyes twinkled down at her and now she knew he had been teasing her.

           Felicity slapped at his chest, eliciting a sound of pain from Oliver. Her eyes sharpened. “Are you still hurt?”

           “No.” Oliver captured her hand under his.

           “Right. The pain meds.”

           “Not the pain medication,” he denied. “You. Diggle was right. You make things different.” Oliver shifted their hands so that they now rested over his heart. “Here.”

           Felicity felt the speed in which his heart pounded. Hers was faster. Just being near Oliver made that happen.

           “Come back inside,” Oliver mumbled into her hair as he let his forehead rest on the crown of her head.

           Shaking her head under his touch, Felicity stepped back. She had to be away from him until he got his head back together. “I need to go. I have a bunch of stuff to do before I head back into work tomorrow. Do you think Mr. Diggle could drive me back?”

           “I’ll do it,” Oliver told her. “Just give me a minute to grab my keys.”

           “If you don’t mind, I’d prefer Diggle.”

           Oliver stood there next to her. His expression betrayed his hurt. She felt bad putting it there, but after what Oliver had said earlier she wasn’t sure if he was completely capable of driving her. His moods seemed to shift too fast. That didn’t even take into consideration the amount of drugs he was on. Oliver needed time to recover whether he knew that or not. She wasn’t about to put more pressure on him in the meantime.

           Finally, Oliver nodded. “I’ll get him.”

OQFSOQFSOQFS

           Oliver hated to admit that Diggle was right. Not that he wasn’t most of the time. After freezing when confronted by the arsonist Laurel asked him to look into, Oliver had no choice but to do so. The Dark Archer had taken that piece of him that allowed him to go around without fear.

           He needed to find that piece of himself again. Only instead of figuring out where to find it, Oliver searched out Felicity. Somehow, it felt more important. Especially as Oliver hadn’t seen her since the day she left Verdant. Five thousand reasons to seek her out had come to him since that day. Not one had seemed legitimate enough for her to believe he was there honestly.

           That didn’t mean he had not seen her. Twice he found himself driving past her apartment. Only one of those times did he stop. He ditched his bike on a side street and swung up to a vantage point to see inside her living room window.

           Felicity had come home late that night exhausted. Yet, there was a satisfied smile that graced her face. Oliver couldn’t help but wonder where she had been. She had left QC four hours ago.

           Oliver watched as she kicked off her flats by her front door. She disappeared for a few minutes, but returned with a glass of wine which she set on a table near her couch without taking a sip. Felicity pulled her hair from the ponytail holder and collapsed on her plush couch. A smile still tilted her lips upwards as she lay her head back.

           She was dressed casually. More casually than he had ever seen her before. Jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt of a peach color that made her features brighten. It was in that moment Oliver realized how much he missed her.

           That was a week ago. Now, he was involved in this arsonist case and he did not have the extra time to go looking for her. Yet, Oliver wanted her there even more. He wasn’t fully ready to become the vigilante again, but with her support he might.

           “You okay?” Digg asked the second Oliver dragged his ass through the hidden door into the lair.

           “Yeah.”

           Diggle shot Oliver a look that said he did not believe him. Of course he didn’t. Diggle always knew when things went sour. The older man vacated the chair in front of the computer while Oliver stripped out of his suit. “Your mom and Tommy called while you were out. You might want to give them a call.”

           “I will.” Oliver came towards him zipping up his grey sweatshirt over his bare chest. He picked up his phone from the table he left it on. “No other calls?”

           “Is that your subtle way of asking if Felicity called?”

           Oliver felt his cheeks heat up. “No.”

           Diggle chuckled. Oliver decided retreat was his best option. Diggle was beginning to know him too well.

OQFSOQFSOQFS

           Felicity did not know when, or if, she’d hear from Oliver again. They had not parted on the best of terms. But, she thought that maybe he would have tried to contact her before now. It was not like he had a lot of Hood business to take care of. There were several news stories questioning his disappearance. More and more as violence began to escalate with his continued absence.

           Her life was turning normal again. Almost like the time she had known Oliver and The Hood were some long dream that expanded over several nights, rather than actual reality. A dream she was missing. Oliver had made the boring, mundane life she had fallen into exciting. Something she thought she didn’t need anymore.

           A knock on her door had Felicity’s heart racing. Maybe just thinking about him brought Oliver to her door. Felicity straightened her hair and glasses and rose from her desk chair. “Come in.”

           A young man in a courier outfit entered. “Miss Smoak?”

           “Yes.” Felicity sat back in her chair, deflated. “Can I help you?”

           He reached into his messenger bag and pulled out a white envelope, handing it to her. “This is for you.”

           “Thank you.” Felicity stared down at the crisp, white envelope that only had her name on it. Nothing indicated who it was from. She reached for her purse to tip the guy when she realized he was already gone.

           Felicity dropped the envelope on her desk and stared at it. Should she open it? For a second, Felicity contemplated calling security to examine it. Only that would cause a company-wide incident. And what if it was from The Hood? That would mean everyone would find out about her involvement with him. She couldn’t have that. No matter how upset she may become, Oliver’s secret was his own to share.

           Picking up her scarf, Felicity wrapped it around her face and grabbed a letter opener. Better to be safe than sorry. Felicity grabbed her spare pair of wooden chopsticks from her desk drawer and proceeded to hold the letter out before she slid the letter opener through the top.

           So far, so good. Felicity dropped the envelope back on her desk and separated the edges with the chopsticks. Nothing appeared to be inside other than some sort of invitation.

           With a deep gulp, Felicity unwound the scarf before wrapping it around her hand. Tentative, silk-wrapped fingers extracted the slip of paper from the envelope.

           It was an invitation. Nothing more. Felicity laughed at her own overly anxious brain that made it out to be something else. All that time spent with Oliver was apparently making her think people were after her.

           The invitation invited her to the Fireman’s gala being held by Tommy Merlyn and Oliver Queen in honor of the recently fallen firemen. There was an RSVP number at the bottom. It wasn’t one she recognized, but she called it anyway.

           “Tommy Merlyn.”

           “Umm. Hi. It’s Felicity Smoak,” she explained. “You sent me an invitation.”

           “Right. The blonde from Verdant who Oliver was seeing over a month ago.” Felicity could hear a smile creep into Tommy’s voice. “Oliver asked me to include you as an invitee.”

           “I have a question.” Felicity hesitated. She felt silly. “What exactly does one wear to a gala?”

           “Something nice,” Tommy said with a small chuckle. “It’s not too formal. Well, it can be, but it’s not necessarily expected.”

           “I might not have that,” Felicity admitted thankful that he was on the other end of the phone and could not see her embarrassment.

           “Whatever you have is fine,” Tommy assured her kindly. “Don’t go all Pretty Woman. I don’t think Ollie could handle it. He’s been through enough.”

           Felicity covered the mouthpiece of her phone so her snort couldn’t be heard on the other end. Tommy had no idea. “Just to be safe, I better decline.”

           “Ollie told me that declining wasn’t an option.”

           “Then why have an RSVP?” Felicity asked in exasperation.

           “For you,” Tommy amended. “He wants you there. I have to say you have me intrigued. I’ve never seen Ollie interested in a woman this long before.”

           “Really?”

           Tommy chuckled, but his voice turned serious. “It’s like all the demons he brought home with him begin to disappear. He becomes the Ollie I remember before he left.” Felicity made a noise to speak, but Tommy continued. “Better. He’s a grown up version of himself.”

           Felicity didn’t know what to say to that. Fine. She had one thing. “I’ll try to be there.”

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The Attic

Summary: Y/N is cleaning out her dead grandmother’s house when she hears a strange banging coming from the attic. When Dean and Sam arrive, the group discovers that the banging is really a ghost, who traps Dean and Y/N in the attic. Can they survive together while sparks fly between them?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3875 (sorry! This one ran away from me!)

Warnings: Some swearing (I know, that’s super weird for me, but it felt like it fit)

A/N: This is for @beckawinchester and Becka’s Birthday Challenge. My quote was “Trust me! This is not a good idea!” and my place was Attic. Happy birthday, Becka! I hope you like this one. It’s barely edited, because I’m sick, and un-betaed, so I apologize for any mistakes.

 The call you had been dreading came not in the middle of the night, like you had always pictured, but on a completely ordinary, bright, sunny morning: Your grandmother, the last of your family, had died.

You been expecting it, she had been sick for a while, but, it still shocked you when the call finally came. You weren’t as prepared as you thought you were to lose your grandma. You decided to busy yourself getting the funeral services finalized, trying to push away the grief that threatened to overwhelm you at the loss.

After the funeral was over, you allowed yourself a few days to come to terms with your grief. You took time off work and drove out to your grandmother’s farm house, a place that always brought you comfort. In her will, your grandmother had left instructions for her farm house to be sold with all of the furniture included in the sale. She wanted to leave you money you could build a life with, not a house that would become a burden. But, her lawyer agreed to let you have a few days to go through her personal items before the sale took place.

When you reached the house and put your car into park, you felt an immediate sense of calm wash over you. It felt like you were home, safe and loved. Your grandmother’s house always had that effect on you. As you walked up to the wrap around porch and unlocked the front door, your sense of calm was replaced by an unusual feeling of unease. It was weird to think that this quaint, two-story, yellow farmhouse was all that you had left of your grandmother: of your entire family. It felt wrong somehow, like something was missing with your grandma gone.

You swung the door open and looked around the cozy living room filled with the familiar furniture and knick knacks. There were books everywhere: on the bookshelf, the coffee table, the roll top desk, the fireplace mantle. They were even piled up against the wall in the corner, stacked all the way to the ceiling. You sighed contently, overwhelmed with memories. That was just like your grandma. She loved books more than life.

You shook away the memories and threw your bag down on the floor by the door, and stepped further into the room to flip on the lights. It bathed the room in a warm glow. You smiled softly again before turning to walk into the kitchen. As soon as you turned around, the lights flickered and went out. You frowned before turning back to the light switch and flipping it on and off a few times. Nothing happened.

“Hmm….Maybe a fuse blew,” you whispered. You brightened up, confident in your theory. “I bet that happens all the time in these old houses. I’ll just go fix it.”

You started off in search of the fuse box when you heard a brand new problem: a loud banging coming from upstairs. You sighed dramatically, looked up and threw your hands in the air. “Now what?”

You decided to go upstairs, seeking out the source of the sound. As you ascended the stairs, the banging grew louder, making you feel even more uneasy. Searching for the cause of the noise, your eyes zeroed in on the ceiling in the center of the hallway, where there was an entrance to the attic. It was shaking forcefully, banging back and forth.

“What’s going on?” you wondered out loud. You had no clue what could possibly be causing the attic door to shake that hard. You studied the shuddering hatch and considered your options. Part of you wanted to go over there and open it, but the other part of you, the sensible part who’d see what happens to every moron who does that in horror movies, wanted to run screaming out of the hallway and never look back.

You chose the second option. You turned back around, ran down the stairs and right out the front door. As soon as you were out of the house you did want everyone should do in a horror movie: you called the cops.

“Listen, Ma’am,” Sheriff Arden told you 20 minutes later, as he wrote some more notes on his small notepad, “I wouldn’t worry too much about the banging. It was probably just the wind. Now, I know a little lady such as yourself can be easily scared by such things, but I’m not too concerned.”

You scrunched up your face and took a deep breath, trying to ignore your impulse to slap the sheriff’s condescending smile right off of his face. “Listen, Sheriff, I know what I saw. It was not ‘just the wind’. Something is up there.”

The sheriff glared at you and opened his mouth to fire back when you heard the distinctive roar of an approaching engine. You stood on your tiptoes and looked over the Sheriff’s shoulder at the car coming up the drive. It was a beautiful, black Chevrolet Impala. You’d guess a ‘67 or ’68, and, boy, was it well-maintained. You could tell that immediately, even from a distance. That car practically shined.

You whistled low with admiration as the car came to a stop in front of the two of you. You didn’t think your jaw could drop any further, but you were instantly proven wrong when two unbelievably gorgeous men stepped out of the vehicle. I mean, there was gorgeous and then there was gorgeous. These two easily fell into the latter category.

You smiled a little at the way the sheriff’s body tensed up when he saw the men. Whoever these two were, he didn’t like them, and that made you like them even more.

“Agents Stark and Rhodes,” Sheriff Arden said through clenched teeth. “What are you doing here?”

The shorter of the two flashed a grin his way. “We were just passing by on our way out of town and saw the commotion. Figured we’d stop and lend a hand.”

“This is not a federal matter, gentlemen. Besides, much like the last case you two insisted on investigating, there is nothing note-worthy going on here.”

“On the contrary,” you interrupted, pushing your way past the sheriff, “there is something very note-worthy going on here.”

The two men startled you by turning towards you at the exactly same time, almost as if they had practiced. They focused their full attention on you, which, frankly, was a little unnerving. It was kind of hard to maintain your train of thought with that kind of audience.

The taller of the two men stepped forward. “And, what would that be, Ms….”

“Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N. But, you can just call me Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he said with a smile. “I’m Sam. This is my partner, Dean.” He gestured to the attractive man standing next to him. Dean was standing with his arms crossed, glaring silently at the sheriff. You knew you liked him for a reason.

Sam drew your attention back to him then by clearing his throat. He gave you another comforting smile as you focused back on him. “Y/N, can you tell us what happened?”

You returned his smile, feeling more at ease by his calming presence. “This is my grandmother’s house.” You paused. “Was her house. She, um, she passed away.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Sam said sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dean shoot you a look of sympathy. But, it was more than that. There was understanding in his eyes, like he knew what you were going through. Had he lost people he loved?

“Thank you,” you muttered softly. “Anyways, I arrived today to go through some of her belongings and get the house ready for sale. Almost as soon as I got here, there was this loud banging coming from upstairs. When I went to check it out, the hatch to the attic was shaking back and forth. And, when I say shaking, I mean violently.” You paused to glare at the sheriff. “And, it was not the wind.”

Dean stepped forward to address you. “Did anything else weird happen? Flickering lights, cold spots?”

You considered the question for a moment before remembering. “Now, that you mention it, the lights did go out, but I just thought a fuse blew. Do you think it was related?”

“It’s a possibility.”

The sheriff interrupted the two of you, visibly exasperated. “That’s ridiculous. There’s nothing up there. And, I’ll prove it to you.” He started off towards the house.

“Sheriff, wait!” Sam yelled, taking off after him. You and Dean followed, albeit you went a little more hesitantly than Dean. As you ascended the stairs, the sense of uneasiness returned. Having the agents in front of you helped a little, but not much. By the time you reached the top, the sheriff was already approaching the still-shaking hatch. He pulled it down and went up the stairs before anyone could stop him.

The rest of you reluctantly followed, determined to reason with the sheriff. When you got into the attic, Sheriff Arden was standing the middle holding his arms up. “See? Nothing up here. It was just the wind.”

Sam approached him cautiously, as if he was approaching a wild animal. “Sheriff, we need to go back down. Now.”

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing up here.”

Dean stepped forward too, once again mirroring his partner. “Sheriff, Sam’s right, trust me! This is not a good idea!”

The sheriff crossed his arms. “Look, I don’t know what is wrong with the two of you. It’s just an attic. See! Nothing bad is going to…..”

Before the Sheriff could finish, he flew backwards into the wall, as if thrown by an invisible force. You rushed forward to help him, but you were stopped in your tracks by what now stood in front of you. It looked like an ordinary woman, dressed in a simple long black nightgown, but something was wrong. Her nightgown was covered with blood, and her blond hair hung down limply over her face. When she looked up, you realized what was wrong. Her eyes. They were cold. Angry. Dead. Despite any prior experiences, you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that you were staring at a ghost.

Your scream cut through the air, spurring Dean into action. “Sam, get the sheriff!” he yelled, as he moved towards you at lightening speed. You felt him pull you up and back towards the hatch. He pushed you in front of him, propelling you forward.

Sam slipped in front of you, carrying the unconscious sheriff on his shoulder. He lowered him down through the opening before jumping down after him. He turned back and reached a hand up for you. You were about to grab it when the whole room started shaking, dust falling from the ceiling around you.

Dean grabbed a hold of you again, stabilizing you before you fell flat on to your face. You looked back, over his shoulder, and saw the ghost moving slowly towards the two of you. “Dean!”

“Go! Go! Go!” He pushed you again towards the hatch. You had moved within inches, preparing to jump out towards Sam, his concerned face staring up at you, when the attic stairs suddenly flew back up and the hatch door slammed shut.

You jumped backward, out of the way, and right into Dean. “Son of a…” you heard him mutter under his breath as he turned back to the ghost.

“Alright, sweetheart, you wanna play? Let’s play.” He pulled out a cylinder from inside his jacket and threw its contents at the ghost. It instantly disappeared.

You stood up cautiously, breathing a sigh of relief. “Is it gone?”

“Yeah. For now.” He ran his hand through his hair, groaning. “But, it’ll be back.”

You gestured to the cylinder in his hand. “What is that stuff? Magic ghost repellent?”

He smiled, which seemed a little out of place given what you had just lived through. “Nope. Salt.”

Judging by the way his smile widened, you knew the look of shock on your face was probably priceless. “Salt?!”

“Yeah. It repels ghosts. At least temporarily.”

Your head was starting to hurt. “How do you even know that? Who the hell are you two? The FBI version of Ghostbusters?”

Dean laughed, a full, throaty laugh that almost made even you smile. “We’re even better than Ghostbusters. We’re hunters.”

“Hunters?”

“Yep. We hunt and kill ghosts and other monsters like them.”

“Other monsters?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t believe the kind of stuff we’ve seen. Werewolves, demons, vampires…..”

You could feel your head start to swim. “So, that’s what you and your partner do? Hunt monsters? I didn’t know that was in the FBI’s job description.”

Dean looked chagrined. “Actually, we’re not really FBI agents. My name’s not even Stark. It’s Winchester. Dean Winchester. And, Sam isn’t just my partner. He’s my brother.”

You were about to ask another question when, if on cue, Sam started yelling Dean’s name from under the now sealed hatch. “Dean! Y/N! Are you two ok?”

“Yeah, Sammy, we’re fine. I threw some salt at the bitch.”

You could practically hear Sam’s sign of relief. “Good. We’re fine down here, too. I figure the ghost can’t leave the attic.”

“That’s good news, at least,” Dean said. “Too bad we’re on the wrong side of this door.” Dean pulled off his suit jacket and moved towards the hatch and to try to push it open. You could hear Sam pulling from the other side. You couldn’t help but admire the way Dean’s shirt stretched across his wide shoulders, highlighting the muscles in his back as he pulled. You weren’t dead. Not yet, anyways.

After struggling with it for a few minutes, Dean stepped back, admitting defeat. You could see the sweat pooling on his forehead, sliding down his neck and into the collar of his extremely well-fitted shirt. You swallowed, momentarily at a loss for words.

You snapped back into reality when you heard Sam’s voice again. “I don’t think it’s budging, Dean. What should we do?”

“I guess you’ll have to leave us here while you go find the bones.”

“Wait, what?!” you stammered out, fulling alert now. Your outburst drew Dean’s piercing gaze to you. It was full of irritation at first, but it softened when he saw the distress all over your face.

“It’ll be ok,” he murmured, moving towards you with his arms extended in what you assumed was an attempt to calm you down. It wasn’t working.

“What do mean, ‘it’ll be ok’? How could it possibly be ok?! We’re trapped in an attic with a possibly homicidal ghost and you want him to LEAVE US?”

“Look, to get rid of a ghost, you have to salt and burn their bones. Since her bones aren’t here, and we can’t leave, the only option is for Sam to go do it himself. And, that means he has to leave us here.”

You blew out a shaky breath and stumbled back, sitting down slowly onto the floor. You drew your feet under you and crossed your arms over your stomach, opening and closing your eyes, trying to will this whole experience away. Maybe, if you wished hard enough, you’d wake up back in your bed in your apartment to find this had all been a horrible dream.

You could vaguely hear Dean and Sam talking lowly through the hatch. As soon as Sam left, Dean moved towards you. You didn’t pay him much attention until you noticed him sprinkling a circle of salt around you.

“What are you doing?”

“The salt will keep the ghost out until Sam can find the bones and burn them. You’ll be safe.”

“Fine,” you whispered wearily. “I’ll stay in the weird salt circle thingie, but only if you stay in it with me.”

“Deal,” he said, grinning at you. He completed the loop of the circle before stepping inside, sitting down next to you. “How’re you holding up?”

You smiled slightly then, blushing a little at the attention he was paying you. You were surprised about how kind he was being. You didn’t know many men who would ask how you felt in this kind of high-intensity situation. Dean could’ve easily just told you to shut up and stop freaking out, but he decided instead to be considerate of your feelings while simultaneously keeping you out of harm’s way. That showed a lot about what kind of a man he was.

“I’m ok, I guess. All things considered. You?”

“I’m good. Not my first rodeo.”

You laughed a little at how at ease he was with the whole thing. He looked at you quizzically. “What?”

“Nothing.” But contrary to your assertion, you laughed again deeper this time. “It’s just this whole thing is a little weird, you know? A few days ago, my life was normal. And, now my grandmother’s dead, and I’m sitting in a salt circle in her attic with a virtual stranger, hiding from a ghost.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s pretty much the definition of weird, all right. You know what’s even weirder? That this town elected that idiot Arden to be their Sheriff.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, your laughter continuing to the point where tears came to your eyes. “This is like a bad episode of Scooby Doo!”

Dean joined you in your laughter then, both of you banishing the fear from your minds as happiness took over for a much-needed minute. Dean was the first to regain his composure, turning his gaze back on you.

“By the way, Y/N, I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about your grandmother. Were the two of you close?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “She was all the family I had left.”

“Damn, that’s rough. I’m sorry.” You could see that he was entirely sincere in his sympathy, which was nice, considering that most of the sympathy you were getting was really pity disguised as sympathy.

“It’s ok.” You paused, searching for the right words. “You don’t have to answer this, since we barely know each other, but I kinda had the feeling earlier that you’ve lost someone too.”

A darkness came into Dean’s eyes, and you were afraid you’d pushed him too far. After all, you barely knew him, and it wasn’t your place to ask something so personal. But, you felt a connection with him, and you wanted to explore it. You were sure he’d close up now and shut you out, but he surprised you by opening up.

“Uh, yeah, I’ve lost a few people, actually. Sammy’s really all I have left.”

You reached out and grabbed his hand. “I’m so sorry, Dean. I know we just met, but I can already tell you’re a good guy. You don’t deserve that kind of pain. You deserve happiness in your life, to be surrounded by people you love.”

His eyes flew up to meet yours, his hand tightening around yours. “I’m not as good as you think, Y/N. I bring pain to everyone I love. All people do around me get hurt. I certainly wouldn’t be good enough for a woman like you.”

You could almost feel your heart stop after that remark. Dean continued to look at you, the intensity in his gaze overwhelming you. “Dean….” You whispered.

You leaned in, as if pulled by a magnetic force towards him. You thought he was leaning forward to meet you, when a crash sounded, startling you apart.

Your heads whipped around to where a beam of wood was lying, strewn across the floor mere feet away from you. The little window in the top of the attic flew open, a cold gust of wind chilling you.

“Don’t worry,” Dean said, taking his jacket and placing it gently over your shoulders. “She can’t get through the salt. This is all bluster.”

“Uh, Dean,” you said, pointing towards the ground. He followed your gaze. The wind from the open window was blowing the salt line away.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean growled. “Get behind me.”

Dean pushed you behind him, backing you up until your back hit the wall. You were blocked in by his shoulders, protected on both sides.

“Come on, Sammy…..Hurry up,” Dean muttered in front of you, his eyes scanning the room for the ghost to present herself.

You put your hands up, gripping the material of his shirt with all of your might. You tried to calm yourself, taking deep breaths, but you could feel the fear creeping up and taking hold of you.

When the ghost finally appeared, he saw it before you did. By the time you reacted enough to shout a warning, he was already throwing salt at it. That cycle continued for a few minutes, ghost appears, Dean throws salt, ghost disappears, but then the worst case scenario happened. Dean ran out of salt.

“This isn’t good,” he muttered, before he was flung across the room, crashing into the wall on the other side.

“Dean!” you screamed. You ran to him, his jacket falling forgotten off your shoulders. But, before you could reach him, the ghost appeared, stopping you in your tracks. You backed up slowly, as she raised her cold, rage-filled eyes to meet yours.

“Y/N….” Dean grumbled lowly, turning over to face you.

The ghost advanced slowly, reaching its arms out to you. You tried to scream, but nothing came out. You looked around you and grabbed the nearest object- an old cane that must’ve been your grandmother’s. You held it up, facing the ghost head on. Although you knew it wouldn’t do much good, you weren’t going to go down without a fight.

You were about to swing the cane at the ghost when you felt an invisible force stop you. It took a hold of your limbs, like thousands of vines closing in on you. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. In that instant, you knew you were going to die.

You looked over at Dean, who was also trapped, unable to move, on the floor. Your eyes met and you thought, if you we’re going to die, you were happy his eyes were going to be the last thing you saw. You closed your eyes, waiting for the end, when the hold suddenly lessened.

Your eyes flew open, looking up to see the ghost backing away, her body becoming consumed with fire. In an instant, she was gone.

You took a deep, relief-filled breath, before rushing to check on Dean, who was still lying on the ground. You fell to your knees, grabbing his shoulders and turning him around. “Dean! Dean! Are you ok? Talk to me!”

He groaned. “Yeah, Y/N, I’m fine. Although, I could do without all the yelling.”

You laughed softly, helping him up into a sitting position. He looked at you, shooting a self-assured grin your way.

“Scooby Doo’s got nothing on that, huh?”

You laughed freely then as he pulled you into a warm hug. This had, without a doubt, been the strangest day of your life. But, safe and happy in Dean’s arms, you knew it was going to end with something amazing.

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