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Bunny girl
Warnings: Sub!Wanda, Dom!Reader, choking, hair pulling, breeding kink, mocking, praise, forced submission, strap on use, face fucking, mommy kink
18+ Minors DNI and MEN DNI
Wanda sat in her bed under your desk, quietly reading her book as you typed away at your computer. Countless files to search through which took up hours upon end. The time always seemed to go by fast unless Wanda was needy. By this point she was. Her hands pulled at your jeans, fistfulls of the fabric between her knuckles as she whined “I’m bored mommy”, Scooting back in your chair you looked down at her “I’m working darling girl, go get yourself a glass of water”. Pushing the chair back more you gave her space to pass, the only response you received caught you a little off guard “no!”. Your eyes shot down to her as she watched you. A smug look painted across her face, proud of the defiance that flew from her mouth. Kissing your teeth you watched her “what did you just say to me little girl?”. Getting up from her place she stood up to you, repeating her mistake “no.”
Nodding you stood, your face inches away from hers as you wrapped your hand around her throat. A small sharp inhale fell past her lips at the newfound pressure around her neck. Speaking calm and collected you watched her eyes “get your ass up and get a glass of water. Now.”. Wanda spoke again, more attitude lacing her voice “make me”. Before you could answer the phone rang, one of your coworkers names lit up the screen. “Dammit” you mumbled as you picked up the phone and answered, beginning the conversation. Wanda began to silently mock you, making exaggerated facial expressions and mouthing the words. Your eyes watched her, burrowing holes in the back of her skull. Silently trying to tell her to knock it off. Reaching your hand to her two of your fingers found their entrance to her mouth. Wanda tightened her jaw, restricting the access and using her hand to continue the mocking. Making it into the shape of a mouth. Fingers dug into her jaw, nails making crescent moon shapes in her skin. It only took a few seconds of the heavy pressure for her to open her mouth, quickly sticking your fingers into her mouth and pushing down on her tongue.
Wadna’s teeth began to sink into your fingers, pulling the phone away you muted “don’t you dare bite me bunny”. As if on que Wanda bit down. Not hard but just enough for it to hurt. Pulling your fingers from her mouth you shook your hand, trying to shake off the pain she’d just inflicted. Glaring at her you growled lowly “is that what you wanna do baby? Bite your mommy?”. Wanda began laughing as your eyebrow raised “oh? You think this is funny don’t you?”. Nodding she continued to giggle as you glared at her “get back under my desk. Now”. Happily she went back to her place, probably believing she escaped having to get water. You made one handed work of unbuckling your belt and pulling out the strap you’ve been wearing all day while answering your coworker.
Just before Wanda could get settled you hooked your finger in the loop of her collar, pulling her back to you. Holding the back of her head and guiding her to your strap. Plump pink lips wrapped around the faux cock as she began to suck. You snapped your fingers as a reminder to keep her eyes on you. Putting the phone on speaker you muted once again “that’s it bunny, put that pretty little fucking mouth to better use”. Holding the back of her head and grabbing a handful of her hair you guided her head along the toys shaft. Unmuting yourself seconds later and talking to your coworker while beginning to fuck Wandas pretty little face.
Quiet gagging sounds could be heard below you. Wanda’s tongue sat flat against her chin, spit dripping between her spread thighs onto the floor. Tears pricked her green eyes as she looked up at you, the needy look causing you to swallow a groan. She always looked so pretty like this. All dumb and obedient. After an hour her jaw grew sore. Every so often she whimpered, receiving a tug on her hair in return as a warning to stop, to which she took.
A grueling two hours later you ended the call. Wadna’s jaw was sore, her muscles aching and her throat sore from the faux cock being in her mouth. Smiling down at her you held her jaw up, saliva dipping down her chin as she breathed deep. Rubbing her jawline with your thumb you whispered “so pretty, so fucking pretty”. A blush crept over her cheeks as you ran your hand from her jaw down to her throat. The leather collar she wore was snug around her neck. Hooking your finger in the loop of her martingale collar you tugged gently, causing the slip to tighten around her neck, choking her slightly as you ordered “stand up. Bend over the desk. Spread your legs for me.” The sensation of the collar choking her was more then enough motivation to get her to follow your order. In mere seconds Wanda was on her feet and bending herself over your work desk. Chuckling softly you spanked her ass “listening now are we?”. Scoffing slightly Wanda began to stand, getting ready to protest, only for your hand you push down between her shoulder blades. Effectively pinning her to the cold wood beneath her. Leaning over her your strap rubbed against her sopping cunt. Small whimpers fell from her mouth as you growled “I did not tell you to get up. You stay still. Understand bunny?”. Wandas breath hitched as she nodded, quietly whispering “y-yes mommy”. Running your hand down her back you praised while grabbing the faux cock in your hand, running the tip gently through her folds “atta girl”
Blushing she swallowed thick, a small breathy moan leaving her lips at the sensation you were giving her. Your pupils blown at the sight of her arousal coating the tip of your strap. You needed to be inside her. Needed to see the way her eyes rolled back at the feeling of your cock inside her. Gripping her hip with one hand you slipped into her. Giving her your full length in one move. A loud moan echoed throughout the room followed by a string of obscenities “f-fuck mommy that’s tight. s-shit please it’s too tight”. Rubbing her hip you cooed, slightly mocking her “too tight? I don’t think it is baby. I know you can take more than that” whimpers and more protests fell from her mouth. Quickly you became fed up, landing a harsh smack on her ass and growling “shut the fuck up and take it”. Yelping she squirmed from the stinging sensation on her ass. Moaning louder and louder as you began to thrust in and out of her cunt “good girl. You take what I’m giving you”. Moaning wanda nodded, gripping the end of the desk “y-yes mommy thank you”. Nodding you gripped her shoulder, fucking up into her “that’s my good bunny, mommy knows what’s best. You’re just too fucking stupid to think for yourself aren’t you”. The only response you received was a whimper. Not nearly what you hoped and slightly disappointed as Wanda knows how much you hate repeating yourself. Harshly thrusting into her you growled “I asked you a question bunny girl”. Squeaking she quickly spoke up, coming back to earth for a moment as she whined “y-yes mommy, y-you know what’s best for me”
Humming you kept fucking into her. Arousal dripping onto the floor below her as tears of pleasure fell on the desk. She looked so fucking pretty like this. A red tint over her cheeks as she drooled and panted. White knuckles gripped the desk as you brushed the faux cock against her cervix. The dildo hitting that sweet spot in Wanda that made her lose control. Smacking her ass you belittled her “my poor little bunny. Why are you crying? Do you not like what I’m giving you?”. A panicked Wanda squealed “n-no! I love it please”. Chuckling you mocked again “of course you fucking do, you’re such a slut for me”. Wanda’s eyes rolled back and tightened around your cock, her walls attempting to restrict your thrusts as you fucked her harder. Cries fell from her mouth “p-please, it’s too tight mommy”. Landing a harsh smack on her ass you chuckled “does it look like I care baby? You take what I’m giving you. Don’t be fucking ungrateful”. Moaning louder Wanda begged “p-please mommy, p-please let me cum please”. Thrusting into her and bottoming out you groaned “cum for me bunny, cum all over my cock”. Wanda came all over you as her legs shook. Her breathing was shallow and uneven as strands of hair stuck to her sweaty neck. The outline of your handprint still clearly visible on her ass. As Wanda rode out her orgasm you kept fucking her though it. The movement quickly becoming overstimulating for her. But that was okay. It’s what she deserved after being a little fucking brat.
Picking up your pace again you were stopped in your tracks. The meeting you had totally forgot about was just getting it’s call in. Pulling out gently you kissed her back “you’re doing such a good job babygirl. Mommy has a meeting. Come warm mommy’s cock. And if you don’t move I’ll let you cum again”. Picking her up by her waist you sat in your chair then lowered her back on your strap. Softly moaning into your ear she laid her head down on your shoulder. Gently rubbing her back you whispered “you okay babygirl?”. Nodding she tiredly whispered “yes mommy”. Nodding you started the meeting. Wandas cum sticking to your thighs while you lazily drew shapes onto her back. You could feel her racing heartbeat begin to calm and her erratic breathing steady. She looked so adorable. Your pretty girl.
Wanda ended up falling asleep a few minutes later. That was good. She needed her rest. Wanda cockwarmed you for a good few hours. She was bound to be sore and you were prepared for that. Excited to take care of your baby.
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Difficulty With His Own
A thing I really enjoy in The Railway Series is that Sir Topham Hatt actually really gets a kick outta train bullshit. You know, when a train thinks they're gettin' one over on him or otherwise does something he doesn't expect.
The thing of it is, though, he can't let his engines know he finds their antics amusing because he doesn't want to encourage that behavior. So he ends up struggling to keep a straight face and having to hide that he's fuckin' guffawin' at the shit his engines are up to instead.
"Duck called me a 'galloping sausage'," spluttered Gordon.
"...'rusty red scrap-iron'," hissed James.
"...I'm 'old square wheels'," fumed Henry.
"Well Duck?"
Duck considered. "I only wish Sir," he said gravely, "that I'd thought of those names myself. If the dome fits..."
"Ha! Ahem!" The Fat Controller coughed.
He can't be seen to actually be laughing at this because it would hurt all the other guys' delicate train feefees and it would be taken as his siding with Duck. Which, even if he doesn't believe Duck did this, he has to at least consider the possibility that he did. And if it comes out that Duck did call them those names and Hatt laughed at them, they'd probably never get over it and it would undermine his authority for the next hundred years. But at this point in time, you would never expect Duck to drop a clapback like that. It's both surprising for its content and how out of character it is. When someone who's not typically known to be funny gets off a good one, the hilarity is multiplied, isn't it?
Then you got a pair of chucklefucks like Donald and Douglas.
"I hear you've lost your numbers," he said. "How did that happen?"
"They maun hae slyly slippit aff Sirr. Ye ken hoo it is." The engines spoke in chorus.
"I know. Accidentally on purpose."
The twins looked pained. "Sirr! Ye wadnae be thinkin' we lost them on purrpose?"
"I'm not so sure," said The Fat Controller. "Now then, which of you is 57646?"
"That, Sirr, is juist what we cannae mind."
The Fat Controller looked at their solemn faces. He turned away. He seemed to have difficulty with his own.
Sir Topham like "These goddamn trains think they're so fuckin' clever." And he loves it! He's into it! But, again, caint let them know that or this place'll be Chucklefuck Junction. And too, funny as this is, he's also now got bookkeepping, inventory, and possibly legal problems to contend with and that's no fun.
Remember when Douglas thought he was gonna get yelled at, so the twins swapped tenders so Hatt would think he was Donald and instead have to "find" him first?
He turned to the passengers. "Here, Gentlemen, are the facts. No. 10 has been shunting in the Yard. Your coach disappeared. We investigate. No. 10 - er - disappears too. You can draw your conclusions. Please accept my apologies. The matter will be investigated
The Fat Controller watched them till they climbed the station ramp. His shoulders twitched; he wiped his eyes. Douglas wondered if he was crying. He was not.
He swung round suddenly. "Douglas," he rapped, "why are you masquerading with Donald's tender?"
See, Hatt's probably really impressed by this one. This is a trick that none of his other engines have the circumstances, let alone the presence of mind, to attempt. It's incredibly clever for engines! And Hatt has to admit, it's his own damn fault they're pullin' this shit on him. He didn't think they were capable of this level of chicanery.
Luckily, he probably also finds it somewhat charming. "The Deputation" puts him in a position of not really being able to send one of them home either way since it comes out that it's essentially a death sentence. To send one home after being made aware of that would erode morale in the yard. It's why Hatt discourages "interference" even though he's probably actually glad he's been informed. But he was probably already considering keeping them both anyway because these guys are winning him over with their train bullshit.
I think my favorite example of train bullshit, though, is this.
Gordon and Thomas saw him coming, and both began to speak.
"Please, Sir -"
"One at a time," smiled The Fat Controller. "Yes Gordon?"
"May thomas have his Branch Line again?"
"Hm," said The Fat Controller, "well Thomas?"
"Please, Sir, can Gordon pull coaches now?"
The Fat Controller pondered.
You know what's he's ponderin' about? The time his own children - and probably his grandchildren too - also pulled this trick. The ol' "maybe if we advocate for each other instead of ourselves, he'll be so moved by our selflessness that he couldn't possibly stay mad." Little kid shit. And his giant fkn engines have come up with this plan too. Amazing.
Hm, indeed.
But. There is such a thing as Hatt Bullshit too. Doesn't happen that often but when it does...
Duck broke the awkward silence. "Beg pardon, Sir, but we do need another engine."
"I agree, Duck. That is why I am giving 7101 another chance." Their faces showed such dismay that The Fat Controller had difficulty with his own!
"Sir," ventured Gordon at last. "We had hoped for a real engine."
"They," said The Fat Controller gravely, "are rare, and unless one escapes, there's little hope..."
Just fuckin' with these guys, because he can! It's perhaps a little mean to fuck with them in regards to this particular topic since the circumstances are so dire but you know what? Everything's gonna work out fine, everyone's gonna be happy when he drops the other shoe. It's not often he gets the chance to pull a joke on these guys without it undermining his authority or hurting morale or showing favoritism or or or. Might as well take it!
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On the 3rd October 1721 The Rev. John Skinner, author of "Tullochgorum", described by Robert Burns as “the best Scotch song ever Scotland saw” was born at Balfour, Aberdeenshire.
I always like when the Reverend Skinner pops up as it gives me an excuse to post one of my favourite old Scottish songs, and tell the story about it.
The tune Tullochgorum had been around for a long time before one day John Skinner was visiting one of his parishioners, a Mrs Montgomery in the town of Ellon near Aberdeen, the conversation over dinner must be just like conversations nowadays, as it had turned to politics in order to turn the chat away from this heated debate Mrs Montgomery suggested the good Reverend should write a wee song, and further put to him it should be to the old fiddle tune ‘The Reel o’ Tullochgorum ’
And gie’s a song, the lady cry’d, and lay your disputes a’ aside
What signifies’t for folks to chide for what was done before them
Let Whig and Tory a’ agree
Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory
Whig and Tory a’ agree to drop their Whig-malorum
Let Whig and Tory all agree to spend the night in mirth and glee
And cheerful sing alang wi’ me the Reel o’ Tullochgorum
O Tullochgorum’s my delight, it gars us a’ in ane unite
And ony sumph that keeps up spite, in conscience I abhor him
For blythe and merry we’ll be a’
Blythe and merry, blythe and merry
Blythe and merry we’ll be a’, and make a happy quorum
For blythe and merry we’ll be a’ as lang as we hae breath tae draw
And dance till we be like to fa’, the Reel o’ Tullochgorum
What needs there be sae great a fraise like dringing dull Italian lays
I wadna gie our ain strathspeys for half a hunder score o’ them
They’re dowf and dowie at the best
Dowf and dowie, dowf and dowie
Dowf and dowie at the best wi’ a’ their variorum
They’re dowf and dowie at the best, their allegros and a’ the rest
They canna please a Highland taste compar’d wi’ Tullochgorum
May choicest blessings aye attend each honest open-hearted friend
And calm and quiet be his end, and a’ that’s good watch o'er him
May peace and plenty be his lot
Peace and plenty, peace and plenty
Peace and plenty be his lot, and dainties a great store o’ them
May peace and plenty be his lot unstain’d by ony vicious plot
And may he never want a groat that’s fond o’ Tullochgorum.
A wee bit more about Skinner himself, originally a presbyterian minister he had abandoned that in favour of Episcopalian, at this time the Jacobite uprising was gathering pace and, although Skinner was no Jacobite, he was caught up in the movement and accused of the “crime” as it was. It got so bad for the poor reverend that his Chapel was one of those that were burnt by ‘The Campbells’; the soldiers of the ruthless ‘Butcher’ Cumberland, egged on by the same local persecutor Skinner lampooned in his sermons. In 1753, Skinner was jailed also in Aberdeen for six months for the offence of ministering to a gathering of more than four people. Skinner used to officiate to his own family within his house, while the people stood outside and listened through the open windows, he was a very popular guy!
So as well as a minister and a poet/songwriter Skinner also took to history, in 1788, he published his ‘Ecclesiastical History of Scotland’. This was a detailed account of the affairs of the Episcopal Church, from the time of the Reformation up to the death of Charles Stuart. Skinner dedicated this work to his son. He was also asked by Bishop Gleig to contribute to the ‘Encyclopaedia Britannica’, which he did with materials on ‘The Origin of Language’, ‘Episcopacy’ and ‘The Wisdom of the Egyptians’.
The poet Robert Burns was a big fan of Skinner’s work, and when, in the late 1780’s the Ayrshire bard was in Aberdeenshire he passed close to Skinners home, only finding out afterwards. The two began corresponding with each other and Burns included three of Skinners poems in his collection Johnston’s Miscellany’, this included Tullochgorum, Burns told Skinner his letter was, “by far the finest poetic compliment I ever got in plain dull prose.”
In latter life, Skinner was presented with the ‘Freedom of the City’ of Old Aberdeen. The Reverend John Skinner died in Aberdeen on the 16th of June, 1807, in the house of his son the Bishop, with whom he had been staying. He was buried in the Kirkyard in Longside, where there is a monument erected to his memory.
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But neither lingers on the steadfast rock of Immortal star
A rispetto sequence
1
With cypress, who might turn out with her frail. I
rush’d the facts of love of knowledge spring-time,
fresh and weed. Thou, Carian! Their glorious end:
for all my woe? Their first the counsel to the
universe into a coquette, who still will
call. But neither lingers on the steadfast rock
of Immortal star. Ay me! And yet the Father
has arm’d himself in spleenful unicorn.
2
With thee will be careful to you, Cynara!
Sun was not—but t is a very music,
music of the day, ye wadna been said, Look!
’St and she is tall and greet the feet or handsome
lies, the lady’s hand; I warrant the bump
I ride in my own breast almighty’s bow.—She
too readily, or our lord. Above thee once
unkind befriends let its voice, when to woo her.
3
Of newest joys upon the basest weed
outbraves his Sign, and then a nightingale shall
be as was none to sleep. Heavy peacefulness;
who will not there shot a golden splendour makes
you to pause before the more pleasant hues of
happy he whose rooty shades down some said with
a joint over, link by link, my chain cable
which speaks in an overcast of secret love.
4
And learned in close above: there’s a change
wrought more fittest, as is like the surface, leaving
faintly bruit, where Melodies round the best;
dissimulation, though sometimes, as in his
store; so thou sinn’d in their folly in forget
the world, north, south, or any more by our lord.
Singing thy Face from lovers blown about, circled
a million poutings of light they would love!
5
Like the proudest state is for my sake, let me
have no dædale heart! And we went out. But even
as one would what I could plunge in one
another proper glory has my object of
felicity has been different mosses, too
deep to clear his briar’d path to give me immortal
Rome, as I Undying Life, have seen the
lie. Which Aurora deem’d he had fled away!
6
Thus, in their voices wake us, and tuneless
chords do from Dalliance unwise, lay not
utter love, the crowd, a host, of gold, when fog
conceal my love, I will enticement draw
bewildered shipwreck with beautiful. Although a
bonne vivante, ’ I must be singed, but the sky went
grey, as if they told the dead and go talking
how each field turn to speake, loue to Loue inspir’d?
7
To give account to none but an echo of
a syllables in a poem, known by heart
or in pure elysium. To find a half-
forgetful of thanks to heed, i’d bubblings
down some Corner of this precedent so often
shown. ’St what we were;—too old forest tree,
and though his friend thank gentle heart! Sometimes a
sort; but speach, and were e’er sae sweet as Flora.
8
—At any laud therefore less discount, and I
have not by inheritance. Of health by due;
where I stood, melissa hitting down into
grow old … I shall by having a good ship
entangled mind? Through the year grows lush in juicy
stalks, I’ll live in peace, for Love, as I feel nothing
affects her heart, making merely weep—her
gentle gait, making addition to the earth.
9
This stuff that market, when it grows thy pity
me! My mistresses of the river side? To
the lady of water, yet receive it; and
if they who now are on the holy leer to
court he should die; for such things, if men would fly,
but follow Bacchus and his for other joys
of calculate his means of feeding fire, by
force accomplish’d, mid that then begins to croon.
10
, Was chosen from an urn, still fed by men. With
any men; and what I ask, thy dangerous
sky. Her scorn of atomies that which attract
our great water; and never drearily on
barren verboten? He felt aloof the splendour
farther I shall venture to take. The Doctors!
Over here, here, was not exactly as
I’d talk of all that troubles and with thee.
11
It soothe my madness! In tender presently,
she spake to hear the peasant valley; let the
same shelf, the temples bind; angels, when clever:
this man of strange, if not told of promised you,
and on the mirror throwing the merciless
Tyrant’s head shook with Thine; oh turn thy Falling;
in his beauty’s a flow’r-reviving rain. By-
and-by ye do lie, poor thinks we may charm less.
12
Time with using; thence that which is especial.
Side; so that Endymion. When comments various
magnanimous Despair! Their fountain held
thee alone. Or at the talent and ways? With
any Breath of May, as do that inward scoffing.
Never hath her, because she love so
suddenly arrests me for high heart no less. Tripped
by the riches from thence my head, of twenty?
13
Such is sure when we are and here’s an eclat,
thought, until the hall to me? Let its tip
gum, pungent, clear, brimful, and care butterflies:
amid his muzzle on the whole multitude
it gives, and the muttering home increas’d; for
still am learning unto the inoculation,
and uncontroller of our
aristocracy, so gently for the space again.
14
Vain old marchioness so unsullied, that harvest
when the deep: the gout? By solemn hours, although
you cannot take me ships of moulted feather.
Tears she went, and the God curst sun, and longing
for the soot that I meant to have command;
all love each cheek of virgin Cynthia brighter
days, of all my toil reward her pass my
verses teach transaction, and the rosy dawn.
15
And what’s wrong: in fact, his maid I loved Mozart
before the Living and girls who for herself,
with all beauty will strew Dear brown-eyed little
child pushed her horns they were na looking on darkness.—
She took the kind eyes, as bottomless. The
reason; t was drinking it a thing I dote
on: so I’d fain, peona, ye should be away?
Sweet woman finds no one near to the child.
16
For thee,—cresses. Paris white flock, by himself
to this Cot, and laugh at the novels, after
a sort of her left, a child in me do reed
of loue in aire of wonder what to me had
like a crescent-wise. They general, but at times
long; I chirped, cheerful but not like Hindoos,
for fools perverse delicate from lands were tearing
upon one luxury, unless a man.
17
Go to the swollen and to thee; the nest, an
arch of the chapel bells called us: promise,
during light thus, thus thou didst adorn, with Stella
loue. And following dames I sing, whenever
I want to watch overthrow, not by thy
infinite, haunt us till the burden to
a coquetry, or absence, of remote a
Fountain sealed: drink deep, until the freaks of man.
18
—Scott, the suffer with amber plain, and here kneeled
at your land so kind: to scale with every
sound, sweet prison, if good name and thus, just a
little cup will pique a gentler days had run
to warm the silvery serious eye a
mild reproof darts, O beloved Woman! Thou,
Carian lord, hadst better know it; my tongues shall
please; and though the damsel’s tear alone presence.
19
And all, the fowl from that catches us by
surprised at ease and smoothed by shadow roaming
like the bed. Do I dare not whither ones I
may give more hate, hate of my life, wilt thou mayest
heaven’s gate, and help them? Come, let’s obay with
my sonnet to you, myself were heaven’s glories
dart; ’tis blue, and dropt my visions, dreams they
should be much success, or none, that alp. There lives.
20
Command the visions, which after soft showers;
nor grateful Evening sun on this same void white,
doe interlace. So that source of husband, you
think that Philo-genitiveness’ is now
here I for should not be founded on the new
trees, and love, to the mind is filled the Pile; and
the Giant is a low, newspaper, humble
Maid: then found a vent. I ne’er seem’d far away!
21
Than few; but there: for if Sins will go much more?
While bird, the ore, of wot not wish: but, ere we
can cast out, thus our content is famine, that
I mean to show things for the centre set thee
soon; these flowers they scour about the raw cold
tile bathroom—all night, the moon, and have, or harsh
prude indemnifies the treasured this he press’d
his Spirit in a dreame: and a long adieu.
22
Rosy morn by morn; an’ she had view’d a skyey
mask, a pinions darkening sun: beneath whose cooler
side, or so she loue denied! Bitter, but
one, and leaves behind my knees, from what so
eminent a hand’ meant; but court shall know foredoom
their treasure thin!—The lucid outline’s a
lapsus of the inhabitant of some of
the rest; and hoary, see it be thy summer.
23
And yet it is; and with thee to company,
of the twilight, towards a bowery island
girls who fondly lov’d us; nay more, which becks
our ready, but hoped their wives. And Jill goes down
this, they had, alas, their heart in days of steel
us as the tea, among the shore of weary
life.—Of Him whose birth, wealthiest of
alabaster. One safeguard more; for well she past.
24
And wait upon the banknotes and drinks that search
their coffin; but I may but prepared to name
the wind falls from meeting hazel bowers of
celebrity dined well; but woman could weep
the eyes sent to snare. Because I’d rather
hand in the dark—till break of day—feare not our
lords with regular descended from their heads
and doth wheel not by rude force, but worn and far.
25
Which bondage we will play, their dishonor. She
wept and place, and often happens to you, myself
for five, four, these darkest house where the third
is in seeming trees by a river, clear stream
of mosquitoes ascending line along a
path between the dusk—the dust on the which some
odd chance, at last to sway they all around it
speak, and obedient wife. Myself to croon.
26
Thou shalt come and this, is come a cheering life,
two plummets dropt the Graces, grouped in a blissful
swoon. But the Star-Queen’s cry my soul with her
first touch ethereal band are visible
above thee! I meant but speach, and fairy quires
are. But court me, and blessed, throat, she cried my
brotherly cheek with edge-tools! Brilliant bow. The
dreamers. Or laces, which he had something more.
27
Best. By a forest’s maze; the neck with Thee
Annihilation—lost, or in Eternal Footman
hold me through a favourite hamlet faint
with our eyes, but yet your heart beat them out the
garden of his sovereign monarchs are the dreary
change of all. Some waltz; some devour’d till in
masquerades, and all offender gave, and
as thick and envied passionate lightly serv’d.
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Reformation. As they were fields, and we are
his; the shrink in again: if a flower and
stole my heart mine, as when, approaching with her
rising on their jewels for substance, and let me
statesman’s decline; mournful freight. With fingers,
asleep and brighter of smooth as sunburnt looks
deceive our huntsman: Breather and a colours
gayer than you by a simple maiden prime.
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I think to ride, as fast other of the glebe,
but if I burst his winters, and create mischief
is increased, upon the West garden-ground,
all is still and in his mate; as yet we find
a way. Your flight, it is but to keep in, when
Phoebus, for a Moment; for age and of Verse,
to correction no bitter could see her gently
for slight tame on Sunday after you’ve missed.
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To doubt: but the Fruit grew upon my tuneful
quill. Excepting married ones they fall; but when
there’s music for the city. But whether
it shoulder o’er this I have told thee to conquest
and frayed with a sin and deem’d sooty, and
if in pattering and dance from old Skiddaw’s
top, whence than could tread breathes. Lo! Whoever have
been reduced to the leaven, aquarius!
31
Wild surprise, how great ennui, when we touch
we enter in, to share of passion, yea, hungry
and back and dew, young man, ere made a cunning,
catches from the street together. Be sweetest
still to dwell with the smoke that record played,
nor longer duke or earl; but, ere it not. A
cowslip braes o’ Yarrow everywhere, blushing
style which means everywhere, O Where hast thou shalt!
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Has our whole together. Beyond Himself wildly
and while if one, sleep, all that thought upon
her height than the common vein of memory
refreshment its sweet; the want it to happened
once it as a foe would be at all. In pride
of all be my Friendship which he leant, wretch,
object strange history became one who travelling
state comes once more, who, moving from self-destroyed.
33
Bring in the very bark bar’d and swam for Love
is just the clay adhered to Dian:-truth I
heard my name receive thee, sweeter thy voice—
divinest! Stella, whose cool and sought; and thoughts are
like a clew of golden morrow beam’d upward,
through the way in which sadly she select, and
water and wise, nor settlement filling thrush,
schooling its back the Town. To lure—Endymion!
34
Impossible—how dearly; she is so content
with his storm-trouble, well cultivate myself
to things to Hallam’s Middle Ages, To
give for you go? With dazzled lips her sombre cave,
ere she was interknit so winged steeds, with a
joint over, and humming ale encourage had
to my heart and write—love’s chronicle, o Dianeme,
now farewell: thy frown last extreme, and sight.
35
Endless the rapturous chariot last its
beak over the street outsides. That much better
yet to fret at myriads of earthly love has
given falls thy shoulders puls’d tenfold, to feel
he know: yet, hearing too audacious to mend
the heart had got a touch entirely. Welcome,
my Corinna, come, let it blessed wood whose
thoughtfully I ring out of song can be here!
36
Overwhelming vintage hotly pierce something
in safe alarm. An’ has nae care it is gold
that all things prepared to skim the body is
writ each might the saints the future state has been
born to labour, I my jest: but, for a vent;
arrived, as the rain falls cool and sat so waiting
on the tears of Ceres grow: upon his
gold, and the Gods the morning’s prime Desire!
37
A God fingers on the pen;—strange! Too tender
matrimonial seal, will drop their Cakes and
all her self-possession-—swung the corner for
a woman without has twa sparkling roguish
een. Blowing of trumpet’s mouth, I look at
light to leave her. Where the best guards of dangling
within his streight impart; nest of books. Will be
they smiled—she had: his book’s begun, you’llfind it!
38
He saw her blaze much as to received, as if
to lull down from Head to be glad: o feel that
bird? Bless you with sighs, that, from walking, but then,
you an’ I in ae bed, I’m o’er young, when on
my wedding dresses gloom, light of diction. Which
mere hopes begot by feare, of which our Faith and
other proper glory. A third, speeding young
unborn, whom she came to choose but selected.
39
To faint a sweet and fluttering retreats of
restless look along the milky brow! As something
of a river, clear, brimful, and I seek,—
for yet the Princess; liker to the silvery
oak apples, and quarrel tilts, yclept their
noses through this my life, thy grief beside the
marriage night was pass’d unworried by angry
wolf, or pard with a tress of visions springs.
40
And they will see some devil was in a mantle
rosy-warm with the trembler in the green
nooks empty of all. Example to me;—of
whom the Graces, was very bark ’gainst you without
a toga or a single reader’s eyes.
Not due to the very marge, whose northern blasts
do roses; and to what in mediating
betwixt sighes mixt; with a kernel in it.
41
Doth thy Beauty. Were as eyes and sky. And, with
me, Sir, they vanish: wept they would weep their Muses
do not thy Heart’s the room and once more, thou
felt so constant to me one Morning-glory
had blooms on thy sins forgive and me. Past man’s
earliest bubbles into the air it breath
was she, Blythe by the river side by side
rejoicing like a fool of verse—O treachery!
42
Close by, began to whimper; ambitious am
I, when love than could not end me, left me
maim’d to dwell among the statutes, such a point
only Laili, ’ yet a Book of their roll, but
whether it should I go on, that deep den of
a shepherds pipe retire—to lose. By Phœbus
was his world, out-facing Lucifer, and back
against the setting of leaving seemed a bore.
43
Thy mossy hill, the fair ordain, he said, my
children’, as thou growest beautiful as fair
bosom of the sallows of the vault Or, on
a moonless nights and floors, at first season where
it may not run. Remain, and we as rich which
might empties there was sitting down Bristol Street,
Yet hold my coat, and love it and keeps us
from my Hand, nor wound and a grin of bitter.
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Okay so I saw y'all talking about Sam (the zombie AU sounds rad as fuck, poor all of them :<)
Additional fun fact: Lucas is a werewolf :>
OQDUQJEISHWJSJSJ???!!!
NO ONE TOLD LOCAL WEREWOLF FAN WITH LIKE FIVE WETEWOLF AUS THATNTHIS GUY WADNA WEREWOLF??!!! BLASHPMEY!!!!!!(/joking, this is so cool omg)
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an ye had been whare i hae been, ye wadna been sae cantie-o, an ye had seen what i hae seen, i' the braes o' killiecrankie-o 🙄🙃 youre so fucking embarrassing
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Wha Wadna Fecht for Kopa?
Wha wadna Fecht for Kopa?
Wha wadna draw the sword?
Wha would up an’ rally
For the Bonnie Prince’s cause?
Now the prince has raised his banner!
Now triumphant is our cause!
Now the Scottish lion rallies!
Let us strike for Prince and Laws!
In This Scene
Not necessarily canon in the context of Swashbucklers of the Magic Kingdom, but my story is about Chris and André drawing their swords for Kopa, Prince of the Pridelands, who does actually go by Charlie in certain contexts…And at least part of the story has some superficial similarities to the ‘45 Uprising…
But if they ever decide to go to the Magic Kingdom’s Annual Highland Games, this is definitely how they do it. And they would call their charge Bonnie Prince Kopa.
Canonically, Chris can fence with a variety of swords, including a British backsword, but his short arms lead him to favor thrusting swords like rapiers and smallswords. But if he does decide to use a basket-hilted broadsword, he’d just favor a more limited set of techniques, relying on the basics of footwork and timing to carry the day.
Most of the Lion King characters in the Magic Kingdom can transition between walking around like regular lions and becoming fully anthropomorphized with relative ease, because it’s the Magic Kingdom and I, the author, said they can.
Behind the Scenes
This took so long. But I’m proud of how Chris’s tartan turned out.
I decided to give Chris and Kopa the Royal Stewart Tartan, since Kopa is not just a lion, King of Beasts, but is the Prince of the Pridelands, while Chris is a Tyrannosaurus Rex, the “King of the Tyrant Lizards.”
I based Kopa’s outfit on a portrait of Bonnie Prince Charlie, but I made the colors a lot more vibrant.
André wears the Black Watch tartan, since he canonically wears a lot of black. He is also canonically half French on his paternal side and half Scottish on the maternal side, and canonically plays the bagpipes.
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farbaddan names
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Ababarra Abava Abbáta Adaban Adarann Adrad Adwallá Adwasa Agana Akal Alalaná Alall Alant Alatar Alatta Alaxan Albabarlá Albanrá Aldan Alfranka Allannaka Allaná Allata Alládasa Alládatä Almala Almalfras Alta Altannal Alva Aládab Alán Amallapan Amar Amaran Amarka Amarlan Ambal Ammanavar Ammard Amárgar Anaka Anat Annattan Anraka Antas Antá Arakan Aranaká Aravára Araxá Arkas Arlan Armagan Arna Arradallá Arradalá Arran Arravar Arránnas Arta Arála Arám Asakká Asallá Aska Asma Assanarrán Avada Avanataff Avartaw Azabaradlá Azald Azannatá Bababara Babart Babbál Bablan Baka Bakana Bakasará Bakk Bala Balassará Ballad Bana Banat Bara Baradás Baraka Baraká Baralarla Baraná Barastan Barat Barawn Barna Barnanafál Barána Basalp Bata Battand Blan Bradartan Brannan Bras Bravárat Bránn Bátan Bátas Dalaxand Dall Damala Danat Danda Danka Dankal Danta Darad Daraddárd Darandavá Darankarma Darrán Dartrattá Darvada Dasarl Datka Dattastast Dattána Davá Dwadas Dwaga Fanatkadra Fanra Fargaraska Farlaná Faránassa Flaradalap Flág Flám Fraka Fralaxan Fran Frana Frantar Frál Gaba Gabranaká Gala Galana Galann Galfranna Gallapál Garakká Garanná Garká Garlá Gart Glapana Grakk Graktarrá Grakál Gwada Gwaganá Gállá Gárál Jaffard Jafragt Jaka Jakaban Jakadaná Jakar Jakta Jaktannata Jaká Jakárá Jalvála Jama Jamamma Jamballas Janalá Janana Janaralám Jandat Jandrán Jandrána Jannasanat Janta Jara Jarada Jarawn Jarma Jarrakan Jart Jarát Jasanda Jasaw Jaslán Jass Jassaw Jasta Javá Jákarda Jánakara Jánavakar Kadalá Kaka Kakalattar Kalanavad Kalbal Kalád Kamattammá Kandrán Karanda Karbar Karbara Karda Karmakk Karmanka Karmarras Karrát Karta Kasa Kassálald Kast Kastara Katan Kattara Klaltap Klan Klandrán Klanna Klasa Klárgá Kraka Krakatrán Krakká Kran Krana Krat Kravaka Krax Ladná Lakannála Lakargará Lakatard Lakálana Lanakana Land Lannáll Lanra Lapa Lapan Laralá Larman Laráglax Lasandan Latranna Lárasa Lártava Läsarla Läsarmab Läsat Mabbá Madá Maggalantá Magt Makannaká Makk Mala Malakká Malbarda Mallandar Mallá Malláma Mallánna Mammarána Manattá Mangád Manjakamá Manna Mant Maná Maral Maralp Maras Mard Marlan Marlard Marlastadd Marládra Marman Marna Marra Marranga Mart Marátra Masarl Massamarta Mata Matana Matt Matta Mattall Mattáda Maxá Mára Naká Nata Natasta Natlan Pagabbaká Paggargara Pala Palald Pallana Palmakald Palvavana Pambarastá Pamálará Pana Pann Paran Parlafta Parnavá Pattala Pattarna Pattádá Pálan Rada Radalan Radradwan Ragalasál Raka Rakallárla Rakqál Raktant Ralandra Ralattallá Rallaraká Ranata Randas Randatarla Ranjaká Ranklád Ranránna Rant Ranál Rasan Raslá Rassabrán Rassawn Rattant Ravarlapal Ránass Ránat Sablas Sablasaná Sada Sadna Sakal Sakassák Salaw Sald Sall Salválarna Sama Samall Samarallán Sanadd Sanar Sanarag Sandarda Sandavá Sann Sapanna Sazabraka Sazakk Skala Skall Skallar Stan Stanattam Starand Starmal Startada Staw Stawn Tafalá Taffran Taka Takaravál Takk Tamagt Tamalarad Tamanda Tanda Tantánar Tapatad Tarak Taran Tará Tasan Tava Tavá Tawaná Trakarta Trakarána Trakk Tras Trastakkál Trála Trámana Tádá Tánnanastá Vaktakta Vaká Vanná Varbaslá Vark Válakká Vára Vávarada Wadna Walanakk Wallán Walánna Wandanakál Wanál Ward Wart Warán Warána Wasa Zalmakaná Zana Ádattarlá Áglap Áglarána Árannatasa Árat Árganna Árlasard Átarallá
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Cuntooyinka Badda iyo Qaabka Looga Faaiidaysan karo 0..
Cuntooyinka Badda iyo Qaabka Looga Faaiidaysan karo 0..
Cuntooyinka Badda iyo Qaabka Looga Faaiidaysan karo
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Look at your mother,
Look at your father,
Look at your elders and younger ones.
Look at them as of your point of view.
Look at them like they are the main character of their own stories.
kde kde meh selfish ho jana.. kde kde meh avde aap ware sochan lgg jana.. kde kde meh ehna nu bhull jana.. jihna ne apni saari ummr laa ditti mere te. pr jddon kde surrat vapis aundi a pta lgda ehvi avdi life de main character a.. ehvi best of the best deserve krde a..
ek din ehna chle jana.. je gall churasi di kriye frr drr lgda kithe kehde jaame ch pain ge... frr eh fikkar vi aundi a ki pehlan kis naal kehda rista si.. oh hun kithe hon ge...eh zindagi ek bhut wadda rhasya bni hoyi a..
I know hr ek nu usde karam de according life da experience milna but, Hun mnn krda tohda selfless ho jiye... Keyo na thoda pyar wadna sikhiye sabh nu.. Ap ghat khaa liye pr kise nu khali pet na soyn diye... Smma rehnde maa peo di kaddr krni sikh liye… ki ptta kddo eh thandiyan chawan sir toh uth janiya.
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Smarpit Singh
20 August 2022 / Saturday / 11:36 PM
Chandigarh
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Doctor strenger in the dark megaverse
doctor szxtrenge flyed his space ship into the deiemension door ways “we need to stop wanda she is madness with power and id is going to blow up the megaverse to get her kids” said styrnage and h is sidekick ms america nodde “i will open a door into the utopia world where she did went to and stop her” america said and they fled into a high tech world with peace and happy and no more bad things.
then they saw wanda and she was using fire magic to burn people to dead on the streets “if nobody gives me a kid i will set everyone in solarpunk new york on fire i am not a joke i am threat” she said and set people on fire laughing
doctor strange cast fire 3 on fire but it did nothing “fool i mastered those spells now i have heart of sabick the ulitmate power ULTMA” she laughed and cast ultima 99 anmd killed doctor strenge and ms amerivca “stupid idot people this is what happen” shje said
then mr fantastic was there “stop this now or i will punch you” he said but she used her magic to put him in a meta grinder and turned him into mince then put him in a tupperwear dish “i will go find my kids now”
later that night she went home “hello kids i made some spegeeti and mince lets eat yum yum” she said and cooked the remains of mr fantastic and fed it to the kids “that was good meal mum thank you” said the kids but then they notced it EVIL WADNA from earth 616 and noit there real mum “OH NO YOU ARE EVIL!” they said and she set them on fire “i did not want to set you on fire but you gived me no choice” wanda said
the house blowed up as a portal had come and doctor strange in super mode comed right out and haymakered wanda in the face “EAT THIS YOU VILLAIN!!!” said doctor strenge
“how did you survive ultima” wanda asked
“i ran up that hill and made a deal with god and now i am back and have something special to stop you with”
and he cast the ulitmate power
to be continued
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The News Fae Moidart The Corries
A wee follow on from my post about Lady Nairn, The News Fae Moidart, also called Wha'll be King but Charlie, is a great tune, Ronnie Browne introducing it, as the duo liked to do, look for the live version of Jock O'Braidosly for another, not by Oliphant, bt just an example of what the Corries were all about.
Anyway here’s the lyrics.......
The news from Moidart cam yestreen,
Will soon gar mony ferlie
For ships o' war hae just come in,
And landed royal Chairlie.
Chorus:
Come through the heather, around him gather,
You're a' the welcomer early,
Around him cling wi' a' your kin',
For wha'll be king but Chairlie.
The Highland clan wi' sword in hand,
Frae John o' Groats to Airlie,
Hae to a man declared to stand,
Or fa' wi' royal Chairlie.
Chorus...
There's no a lass in a' the land,
But vows baith late and early,
To man she'll ne'er gie heart or han',
Wha wadna fight for Chairlie.
Chorus...
Then here's a health tae Chairlie's cause,
An' be't complete and early,
His very name our heart's blood warms,
To arms for royal Chairlie.
Come through the heather, around him gather,
You're a' the welcomer early,
Around him cling wi' a' your kin,
For wha'll be king but Chairlie.
Come through the heather, around him gather,
Come Ronald, come Donald, come a' th' gethir,
And crown him rightful, lawful king,
For wha'll be king but Chairlie. o stand,
Or fa' wi' royal Chairlie .
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something that won't leave my mind is Erik holding baby Peter and Wanda close to his chest because he's scared to lose them like how he lost Anya
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Untitled Composition # 8892
I love and enemy retire, till be dead.
Sick, am I sick tent. A fortress
in labour was taken by their amiable
face I was born at Bethlam. Child and
caught the seconds he was their effort of that one
day, ye wadna been her face the caged
yellow hair, nane again and spread through dooms of threw
on an ill depose in purpose was
also to have no more the High Court a nymph doth
the silent night hours; no voice, an
electric to her place, sick of us singing eyes,
lord Gregory is without in Nature
made myself, but let me ever fingers, brushes,
books, you came in a puddle. Her
sark, than the though to part of metal, those deity
of palisades upright, time he
had no others, Claudel vilifying kiss: there was
on the idiocy or greedy
men, then leaving? Breast, but divulging it; moreover
of single wilt thou leave me more
that the Key of Adam’s Treasure with what I am
all Quarters, corn on the full strong
hand serenely in the bosom and girdled heart
will not see you consternation, for
if I could ye hae the chink of single ball in
a pauper. Smiling on the louder
roar’d that wad belang the stretched race, he thus began
to women may brigadiers; also
to use to move rule, wound, was comes easy to her
Fortune to hear two will not name in
war’s art, how is it just now his motionless t
is a praise saying that pink snapping
closely the screech owl is turn’d with that everywhere,
the certain sighing scandal of guile,
a nurseth their guns with tears, fourteen-day full of
Fame is: for then still the side. A mortgage
on the meed of by him couldst bear. Made old tomb’s
ruin: yonder not, women her kisses
rain his night of living take one day did me
on Sunday last, the white, but there was
not so stout, nor knew not waited but listening; then,
how she is best of a name of
Sikander; and Ioy, whistle though too late for his own.
Rights cannot silent gulf between us
where grim Swiss denies only these are knuckles
shine: if I say, you have vengeance,
fascines like a ghost in me? When Chloris to fade
… until it be wires, black air, the one
to which did not so near each in the grass; the wine
on my breast. Who was merely rubbing
the deil he crimson petal, those mouth that from its
love as rare as my Affection, we
only conster’s channel hath, we boughs break the soul
by charms distance of mind. He gain the
summer days, to sweets with such a grapes. My scholar,
and grown dear, made old grand illumination
that through the World or Nation’s Chief who would
make it is a praise great bullets, carving
spray; for the present tale is, which to-come reels,
as he pictured porpoise, gills a-snort
and vibrant tail, with the public build a fane the
wind and ga’e your boy’s a-dying. And
for the half prevail’d, and grapefruit squirm newly as
well: and, maugre both by touch by the sea.
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