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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 8 months

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Lucio's NSFW alphbet!

Note-I had in mind a f!MC, but I realized it works with gn!MC for most entries as well

●Explicit●18+●I TW'd it letter by letter :)●

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Lucio doesn't really indulge in aftercare. He hates being soaking in sweat and god-knows-what-else after the deed is done, so he leaves the bed for a bath after barely kissing you (on a good day). You're VERY welcome to follow him, though. After he got in the steaming hot (or cool, depending on the season) water, he becomes way better, and is down to spoil you by ordering a snack and a bottle of wine for you to share. You can understand how good you've been from its quality. It's also his favorite occasion to give gifts to you, a gesture he always pairs with nonchalant glance - badly hiding how much he's eager to know if you like his gift or not.

There have been times where a joke, a back rub and a stolen cuddle brought the two of you back to bed... and then in the bath, and then in the bed, again and again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lucio is Lucio, and he loves Lucio. All of it, expecially when he's gilded (or made of) gold. You can either join him in worshipping his body, or sleep in your quarters, tonight. In his eyes, you're (almost) as beautiful as he is, but he literally adores your neck and collarbones. He likes to pour wine in the shallow basins they form and drink from them. He has also sent for the fines goldsmiths of the continents, but judged none of their work worthy of laying at the centre of the masterpiece your collarbones are.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He wants you to beg for it. He won't finish until you will, and you've tried. He's spoiled and looks weakened by a life of luxury and care, but he can summon a massive willpower in a flinch. The first time you resisted the urge to beg for him to grant you his precious essence, he left the bed, outraged, and spent the next month making sure you were aching with desidre while he didn't deign to touch you once. The second time you tried, he made you come -again and again and again, until you couldn't do it anymore, yet he kept pounding, and rubbing and tormenting your steaming, tender spots until you cried for him to give his cum to you, filling you to the brim. This had you learn your lesson. Now, you make sure to beg it and treat it with the respect it deserves - that is, never wasting a single drop of it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret) [TW: gauntlet]

What he did with demons and fiends isn't by far his deepest secret. You caught up only because once his golden arm accidentally unfastened from his shoulder. He put it right back on it, his face pale with horror, but he couldn't go on. Without a pinch of magic, you wouldn't have been able to convince him to let you comfort him. Now you know: he hates his stump. Hates the scar, hates the shape, hates the itching feel of having something so unperfect on his body. Maybe he'll never get over it, but anyway you now make sure his beloved golden arm comes never off his shoulder.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Boy, if he knows what he's doing. Clearly, the fact that he and Nadia never grew close didn't kept him from having plenty of fun with the many people he happened to lay his eyes on. After all, not many would deny the count their time, if not else, considering how overwhelming he can be with his courting. Many fell as you did, but you've been told from Portia that none of them - hookups, concubines, friends or whatever - sparked interest and desire in him for more than a couple of nights. He quickly got bored, or they couldn't keep up with his pace and disagreeable temper in the bedroom. He might pretend to be careless, but you're clearly a keeper in his eyes. And, given what he's able to do with just his body and words, you can't wrap your head around the fact that some people could NOT want him!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) [tw:chocking]

Lucio gets bored easily, so he doesn't really have one favorite position. In general, he likes anything that keeps your body well spread for his eyes and hands to devour shamelessly. The position he chooses to finish is often on top of you, with your legs tied on the headboard, your breasts squeezed between your knees and his shining golden hand around your throat. You can't help to love the feeling of him unloading into you as the sight of his grin fades because of the choking.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

A relaxed Lucio is actually a funnier person than you thought. He's really focused during sex, but afterwards he likes to joke about it light-heartedly in a manner that makes you surprisingly comfortable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes it well-groomed. Himself, and you. If you're more on the wild side he may gets past it, but he wouldn't dare to go for it wen HE is not well-tamed. You do this kinda weird but funny thing where you get cared for together by his army of beauticians: the first time he scheduled the both of you was unexpected, but turned into a very wholesome bonding moment. Despite the obvious pain and the heat of the wax, you really like your regular appointment.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

At the beginning, you thought Lucio just wasn't romantic during the act. After some time though, you understood that the fact that it doesn't looks romantic or affectionate doesn't mean it's not. The way you melt into his hands and how you let him bend your will is everything to him, because you're the only one that doesn't subdue because of his titles, but because of who he IS. His intimacy is just different from how others experience it. Probably what he has experienced lead him to disconnect from his deeper feelings, but it's possible to spot them from time to time. He's getting better, though, and eventually he'll be able to make love softly and sweetly like a normal person, from time to time - not that the way he likes it right now upsets you in any way...

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

The count doesn't jack off. Why would he, when there's always a pair of sweet, warm lips ready to take care of it? When he wants it, he sends for you, and then a nod in the direction is enough for you to understand his needs. He doesn't even gets it out by himself: just crosses his arms behind his head, closes his eyes and enjoys your lovely care of him. And you'd better make sure to not let out a single drop on his pants.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) [tw:public exposure]

Lucio has an hard time to imagining himself not dominating. He doesn't need violence or threats: you will bend and bow before him just because he says so - and for everyone to see. He's a huge exhibitionist, and his favourite thing to exhibit is you. He had you dressed only with a golden mask on your face and a leash, sitting on his laps during political meetings, dinners and parties. Once he went to visit a nearby ruler, and got to the point to touch you beneath your legs as he was discussing serious matters at the table. When you came, clinging to his shoulders and hiding your face on his neck, he distractedly scolded you, your moans were interrupting the discussion. During the last Masquerade, he had you, dressed in gold chains and rubies, as a centerpiece of his main table. Because you see, dear, you're art, and you're power - and everyone must know I have them both.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's up for doing it everywhere, given that you won't mess up the outfits. This means going for some more subtle play when you're around. Fireworks and shenanigans are a Palace thing, where he can always have a change of clothes, a bath and his personal hairdresser. One thing that can't miss, though, is a very large and well polished mirror.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

More than luxury, innuendos, winks and dancing hips, Lucio loves when you have his back in public situations. Then he feels genuinely secure and proud about himself, and there's no better aphrodisiac for him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) [tw: humiliation]

Lucio doesn't like being humiliated, and this extends to you. He never insults you, you're his precious thing and everything about you is worthy of him, aka perfect.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Given that he doesn't jack off, he recieves a lot, but he's not selfish about it: recently, you discovered a little handerchief he keeps in his pocket, that he ties once for every time he gets his needs cared by you. When you two are in you bedroom, he makes sure to give you an orgasm for each tie on his handerkief.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Lucio likes it fast and rough, not because of the roughness itself, he's more a hyperactive type, always looking for the next climax. He really likes when he shakes you so much that you have trouble breathing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

In his words, "Quikies are for miserable people that doesn't have time for proper sex" -that his, servants and workers. He's above all that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If there's a way to win Lucio's loyalty is to provide him with something new each night. He loves creativity, and when he finds something new he really gets obsessed by it and wants to try again and again and again.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Since you started your affair with him, you went through countless lube bottles. He is insatiable, and likes to keep going for HOURS, until you're sore and steaming.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

More than actual toys, Lucio own a nuber of various body chains and jewels, lingerie and costumes, perfumes and magical jewels - all meant to enhance his experience. He actually designed some of them himself, and you must admit he really is a natural!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lucio loves to tease, but he's more into teasing with you. There's this game he does where you pick together a victim and spend the whole meeting driving them mad with delicate innuendos - and then playing So Offended if they react to it in any way: How could they think that you would mean something SeXuAl?!? Once you got almost naked and performed a very intricate, twerking-on-their-face dance while Lucio went a long way explaining the guest that it was a dance from your Very Exotic Culture, meant to show great deference towards a powerful leader.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He won't stop talking unless phisically restrained. He loves making so much obvious noise that half the palace knows what he's doing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I so agree with THIS [tw: public]

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lucio is actually average, despite he wields it with the confidence of a man with much bigger dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Lucio's sexy drive is wildly high. More than being actually horny, though, he really enjoys spending time in any sexual activity. Some days he spends the whole days talking with sexual innuendos only, or having you all naked and ready in his wing for hours, enjoying the sole idea that you're there waiting for him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) [tw: drug use]

Not many people know this, but Lucio has troubles sleeping. Eventually, the weight of his deeds fell upon him, robbing him of his sleep. At the beginning he started using narcotics to fall asleep, but Julian caught him immediately and made sure to put a hasty end on the dangerous habit.

Now Lucio slips into your bedroom with some dumb excuse ("thought you wanted some water" "hey, I had this WILD dream" "I'm horny") just to lay with you as you fall asleep. Watching your serene face as you sleep helps him to soothe his sleepless nights and find some kind of peace.

Disclaimer: please remember that this is a fictional and very exaggerated depiction of sex. Most of what's written here would be problematic at best irl, and way unnecessary. Pls love yourself and be safe no matter what ♡

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cutemoniic · 5 years

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Can you explain why you behave a certaint way with eating?

Oh man, there's a lot to unpack there.

My eating habits are often messed up because of my upbringing.

So, uh, Alas are gluttonous demons per se. When I was one and at the court, I wasn't allowed to eat, unless I provided enough entertainment while stealing food from the kitchen and escaping with it. The more guards I killed, the more he seemed entertained -- which was had to do with a pile of aliments in my arms. More often than not I would be caught, the food tossed away in spite and I would be punished with starvation.

The asshole would make the servants cook gynormous meals for him and challenge everyone who was hungry to steal from the table without him noticing. Servants included. if he was feeling indulgent he would have closed his eyes -- but it was often just a method to demonstrate his power over us. He would bribe the other servants into spying on us when we took something and usually forbide us from eating.

Plus, uh. It was never enough to satisfy anyone. I had... I mean, I wanted to share with other people from where I was living. They were wounded and I was the fastest, so it was up to me to get them food. That's probably why I always share my food to this day, if possible. And if I don’t feel threatened or if I’m comfortable with something.

My punishment ended when I snapped due to starvation and intense hunger, and... ate a servant. Whole. Bones and all. I ate their tunic too. And I still wasn't sated, so let's... uh. Just say that I made a mess. A few months before I escaped.

And after that I found out that you can eat all you want, as much as you want, until you feel too warm and full to move and end up napping.

I still think that it's one of the best sensation in the world. Which I want to experiment often.

Even after my needs, when I go to the palace, are catered (expecially food related ones, because my servants know) with a MOUNTAIN of food, home is still the most comfortable place to eat. I feel stupidly jittery eating at the big, stone table with people asking me if I want more. More condiments, more wine, more dessert, more fried bread... It sounds wonderful, but also there I feel pressured to eat. And I can always feel like somebody is watching me despite their enthusiasm...

At home it gets a bit better. I just... hoard food, I guess. If I'm too sleepy to finish a package of something I like, my first istinct before falling asleep is hiding it. So it won't be stolen and there'll still be the rest of it. I freak out if I find it gone when I wake up, or I forget about it if I'm too sleepy to process stuff. There's no inbetween.

I also, uh. As silly as it sounds, I get to the point of tears if leftovers I was looking forward to eat have been eaten already. I... also make equal portions of everything until there's nothing more in the pan or pots or whatever I used to cook. I eat the crumbs too and often until there's nothing left.

I'm comfortable eating but I have a fuckton of issues behind it. That's why I eat a lot of don't eat at all.

And I haven't been eating much since dad died, so...

Yeah, that answers your question.

#eating disorders ;;#eating habits ;;#cannibalism ;;#ask to tag ;;#Anonymous

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themothermary-blog1 · 5 years

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I married a preast that missed his calling

i live in a place called honoly and i am the dragon people like to blame me for everything bad that happins insted of seeing reality peats dragon looks dangerous he cant hide that he is a dragon but if you read the story he is actually very good to peater and protecting him see he can fly high above honoly and sees

i tryed to tell people about the true danger but nobody wants to beleave whell the preast missed his calling he is not intelegent otherwise hes got it

he took up a soft natured position

he is not invalved with wemen (im the only woman he has ever been with )

playes him self off as a really nice person even gives out gifts

he cathlic so he has the child molest ok from his church

placed him self in close prosimity of a kid

built a close man and boy friendship

He follows the prestly dont list you know dont cuss, drink coffie, smoak cigretts, drink , smoak marawana , do hard drugs

come from a good name cathlic family

when the accusation was made he took the kid (evedence with him isolated it from people that might ask the right questions)

he had beleavable coconspearaters his parents good family name

now the next part of it is

the witness take anything that the witness might be doing and make it look 10 times worse than it is paint your self as the victom hopfully the victom has been suffering the cercomstances of the sexual abuse hopfully thay have mental problems are drinking doing drugs maby permisquous behavyour the more the better (in my case it was perfect all those side effects of the sexual impropriety / voyering/ and inapropreat corresin)

now thay the prest has been moved to a new place he is going to paint him self as a really good person you know turn it on more then ever before

if possable turn as meny people aginst the victom as possable using what ever means

(the child is perfict a child liking the perpetrator always looks good expecially if the child was asleep when the inapropreat corressing took place no actual physical damage was done and the child was not awake so this is perfict right for the child him (the biggest victom who was asleep only knows about the close friendship not the inapropreat corressing)

the coconsperetors the parents in my exes case cleaned up the evedence of too much closeness kept the father and son at there house acting as if having to nurse them threnw my horrableness that by the was only became horrable when i asked for a protection order aginst him for groose sexual propriety when thay put the father and son in a house togethor it was fixed up real nice much better than i the mother can offer and the father is a farmer (tax payer) and the accuser is on social security (a burden on society) and set up the father son relationship in a open diningroom and drilled peep holes in the bathroom door and painted him as a loving dedicated father and me as a neglectfull abusive mother that makes up lyes and thay kept my child away from me making people think i was the danger when he actually is

the parish in a prestes case the parish would put him with children who will swair he hasent touched them so there for he looks good

in my ex husbands case he got in good with the school wouldnt let me have anything to do with it got in good with the tuter provided by the bureau of developmental disability then had it moved to a diffent county

wouldnt let me have anything to do with it any mutual friends he made me out to be a pece of shit to expecially church people using my preveous problems from long ago to make it look good (i dumly admitted to the judge that i had mental problems was self medicating and cheated on my husband)

he told the cops i was a mental case and on drugs do you get it not the cop i talked to in my county diffrent cops in a diffrent county thay know his good family name

by moving it to another county the childrens services friends i knew werent on the case the case manager i worked with was no longer on the case nobody that could reassy help he could do it in the ajasent county where my son now lived at his grandparents house

usually a preast picks off a slowlearner kid from a poor family because the chance that thay could afford a real attorney paid to win the case isnt very good

i was on social security my ex denied me any money for a attorney and knew we were not to use marital assets to come up with the money

he had possesion of the child and wouldnt let me see him and turned the child aginst me saying i didnt love him or want to see him when i did see the child he had been brainwashed into hating me and kept saying i wasent getting any of his dads money saying i was a drug addic alcoholic theaf crazy

my child treating me this way caused me to get extreamly depressed just as in the case with the preast when the boy acusses him and he calls the boy a lyer drug addic crazy it causes a sereous depression often times it forces the victom to give up only the strongest victoms persist

the next step is the drag it out postponment after postponment things getting lost in the mail it is to where down the victom in hopes of them giving up

if the victom holds strong its pay off time now thay you have dirtyed the victom name made your self look good real good your sure you got them totaly depleated draw up some contract that thay think thay got to stick to throw them some money to keep theyer mouty shut paint your self as a good person with the preast he declairs i gave him the money because he was obveously desporat thays why he tryed this people do go along with it

in my case my ex husband gave me a piddence of our marital assets and told everybody you know she is just going to spend it on drugs and alcohol or give it to her boyfriend. thay baught it ya you wouldnt want to give her too much he let me have the house i came into the marrage with and the biggest part of all is he got fool costody at his house with him suppervising it so nobody could talk to my kid or hear what i was saying to him and he could use my love for the kid as leverage

how does he use my kid as leverage

me having to go to his house to see my kid makes people beleave continuously thay there is something wrong with me

him having my kid (insestuous petafile has costody of my kid) exaserpates my mental illness

the fact that nobody will listen to me and he paintes him self as godly drives me crazy so thats what people see

when i act out or try to confrunt him infrunt of my kid thats all my kid sees and he has been fed i did his dad wrong that i was cruel to him so now my son sees his father as the victom and actually stands up for him now do understand what might drive a woman over the edge my son is defending his sex offender actually shuving me pulling on me slaming the door in my face telling me to leave his dad alone or go home trust me seeing my son do this was making me crazy to crazy to go to court ( i was a reck)

on top of it my ex isnt doing much more than stor housing my kid he has put on a bunch of weight and he is failing in school my ex knows this upsets me his dad is letting my son barly function and letting him get away with shit so he looks to my son to be the good in kids eyes parents my exes mom is doing the feeding deep house cleaning and everything that has to do with school

what he didnt count of was i knew that the costody papers were not set in stone i now had money for a attorney so i set out to prove my self as a mother. i set out to get mentally healthy enought to go to court. inspite of how bad i get treated over there inspite of how good of a picture he has painted for him self

oh i do agree he has painted with my broken selfs help a pretty bleak picture of me to our intyre community oh even better then the bleak pichure of me is the steller picture he has painted of him self.

i went with hope and we went to court the other day and i was the luckeyest woman in the world he thought he didnt need a attorney and costody was set in stone he belaved i couldnt change anything and he had me broken down too much to try he almost won the deciding factor was my son inspite of my ex husbands best efforts and the best efforts of his family thay did not compleatly turn my son aginst me

the visatation where horrable i mean horrable at first my son wouldnt even look at me he would tell me to leave there was no sense in me even trying to improve visatation as long as he hated me but i kept going no matter how bad his dad trated me how often he called me crazy how often he made fun of me and made my son laugh i kept at my visatation 3 days a week 2 ohers apece for 21/2 years over that time i brought activitys and built a better relationship than my son and i had before this nightmear got started my son has a better relationship with me than most boys do with there mother who kinda treats kids like furniture

my ex husband on the other hand has gotten laxed and stopped paying so close attension stop going out of his way to paint me so dirty he figured he had me i was stuck if i wanted to see my kid he was going to controol it my son was growing up fast and i started explaining mental illness and drugs and alcohol use being self medicating i also got rid of my boyfriend explaining that my son was more important i even showed him the photograph of where my boyfriend who also had a mental illness had been beating me up and i didnt want him to see the bruses i also explained the fact that i didnt have a phone to call him that cell phones dont work where i live (thay dont work at his house eathor) i explained that i had to ask his dad if i could see him and his dad wouldnt answer the phone or return my calls at the neighbors thay if i tryed to see him with out permision i would get arested i could have got in trouble the cupple times i did he remembered how upset i was and said is thay why you were crying i said yes i was sceard of getting arested but i had to see you and you were so diffrent so cold twards me the one time you had lost your teeth and nobody told me i was so sad and so mad and your dad was glad i looked what is called disheveled you could not see the true cause was not me i appologized for my mental illness and even gave him permission to yell at me for him getting hurt and my beautifull son told me sometimes he gets upset and makes mistakes i said thats because you are my son and for us that is normal the funny thing about this is my son as he mitures not only acts more like me but looks more like me with every passing day its weird when he lift my house he was skinny and publickly meekey like his father and throwing fits with me

now he is kinda tough divorce does that to you he has grown up quite a bit and i could see he was ready for court i had made our relation strong enough he is so much like me god do i love this kid his father is a avid lyer i mean he lyes about his own behavyour wont admity to anything and my son sees it All i told my son was to tell the judge about our visatation about how often you see your mommy and how does she treat you i also told him to tell the truth about what goes on between mommy and daddy does mommy being upset interfear with our visatations he said yes do you think if mommy wasent around daddy that she could talk to him he smartly agreed the problem was me being around his daddy interfeard with our visatations he agreed that there was only one solution to move them

now the other problem was his daddy and his family made him sceard of me and my house (no fear what so ever when this whole thing got started my son was shaving my friends head when i locked his father out of the house hind sight is 20/20 i never thought my ex would pull this shit on me i should have had my kid at a relitives the night i locked him out this would have went so diffrently but thats how it goes with hindsighting

So i found a mutual friend that was mine before his that it just so happined that my sons tuter was her grandaughter and she had been doing the tutering at my friends house the tutering had been switched so now it was nolonger a conflict of intrest with me not being permited school information my friends house was now open he had been allowing my son to be there so there for he approved it and my son was comfortable perfect no excuses now to show my ex is a control freek

my attorney said hes sure of him self right he thinks this is set in stone i said yes he said he is all about money i said yes he said he wont want to pay a retainer fee he takes this as a joak he aske me is everythig your telling me the truth are you sure of your self i said absolutely yes ive never been so sure of my self in my life i said i am sure of my relationship with my son even though he has been hitting me thats all because of his daddy i dont think it would happen anywhere elts i want he him self to talk to the judge i have nothing to hide i told my son just tell the truth my son looked releaved sereously releaved

my son and the judge had a long conversation in the judges chambers and he must have painted a good picture of what was going on over there

my ex husband was non too pleased with me when my truthfull discription of my visatations came out i discribed it from the start as humiliating and that it was exaserpating my mental illness and causing other health problems do to the stress and i was compleatly telling the truth so it was quite easy for me

my ex husband on the other hand did not come prepaired for the truth that did come out this time i didnt even bring up our marrage only the conditions of my visatation and how i felt it was bed for all our mental and physical health that the fighting in our marrage still persist and it is still causing all of us stress expecially my son who has been put in the middle of all this by his fathers insistance on suppervising my visatations on his isolated farm

my ex husband showed his dislike for me saying basickly why cant i just show up shut up see the kid leave him alone and leave thay he didnt see why i couldnt take my punshment like a worthless pece of shit

that he was being reasonable that he lets me see him dont he

that he didnt see why i needed to try to change things that i shouldnt be alloud to that he shouldnt have to be doing this

he was clentching and opening his fist and hand poinging it at the judge in a matter of fact way

he got fureous that the court proceding went ahead and there was a temporary change of visatation to my and his friends house that he finally agreed to trying to look reasonable boy was his mom pissed when infrunt of his mother and my sons money broker i was talking to my attorney i could hear his mother behind me calling me a lyer i said how would she know she aint at my visatation i was showing my attorney my medical records showing my lung deaease heart desease and diet controled diabeties he had talked to my mental health worker so he knew the stress i was under this was a hook line and sinker and my beautifull son did wonderfully

the visatation are moved and that was my goal not my having possesion him not having so much control over me being able to see my son freely in an inviroment that we are boath comfortable in and his father is not in

my son talking to the judge showed he was not some feble minded child

and he could discribe our good relationship

once my ex hurd theat thay would be moved he was defeated wanting to just close it upset that i would get time on weekends and christmass and that he would have to bring him and leave that we were not inconviencing our friend more then we have to

god was i so relieved it was fresh air washed over me it must be what it feels like when sombody really bights off saved the rest is gona be kinda the find deatails to me its the begining to the end of his terroney over my son and my relationship and over my much damaged reputation

But dont breath a sigh of releaf yet no he hasent given in what i wasent expecting was the relationship that he had built up with our frinds familhy whail i was dealing with my depression and because there grandaughter was doing the tutering at her grandparints hose i kinda wasent allowd to go down there it was a conflict of intrest i was not alloud to be around my son with out his father present he had compleatly incorporated him self in this family unbenonsed to me

it was so evedent my first visatation when i showed up and he was buddy buddying with my girlfriends husband and had given him a bag full of his hamberger (hes a beef farmer) he also helped carrie groshries in how buddy buddy nice of him i found out later this was just the latest of meny meat gifts he had been invited to weddings and holladays ect the truth was a little hard on me but im tough at the end of my visatatin i was rekindling my relationship with my girlfriend when her husband abruptly put a end to it i said he was right he wouldnt want our friendship to get started again that as far as he was conserned they were to be on Brians side that i brought this on my self my friend dian is trying to remain newtrial bless her actully carring about the kid heart

well i dont bribe people i will stick to her husbands rules

i did leave a cupple of messages at my ex husbands about him giving them meat being a conflict of intrest and it discrediting a witness on his part and that i have reported it to my attorney and that if he didnt want the visatations move to a visatation center he sould probly quit with the meat gifts it would look bad if he got a town ship trustee discredited for bribery to dirty talk a woman for her ex husband in a costody battle that it wouldnt be because of jeff it would be because of him and jeff would never be ellected township trustee again

why because he might favor one citizen in his town ship over another posably clearing roads of debree such as snow and fallen trees all the citisen has to do is slip him some ground meat what you will do for one person you will do for another whats your price brothe.................r anybody who has been around blake people knows what that meanes and Brian brother goes boath ways

Jeff my best advice if he comes Brothering say dont brother me i aint for sale and aint nothing free get me Brothe---------r

i cant help but to feel sorry for jeff he doesent know what brothering someone is my ex husband did a sofer white version of it but any black man can tell you about it see it a hidden polocy aginst whitey even if the nigger done wrong trust me

he pulled what we call in cleveland we call it a way back see/ you know me we grew up togethor i was the good kid teachers pet and shit or we were best buddys or our familys go way back you know you can trust me

warning people change you might want to check with the person who spent the most time with them

somone who stood nothing to gain from his happyness zwicks that discredits you you need brian and my son to farm it

someone who he needed to be nice to fogles that discredits you

every man around here does have something to fear if there wife files for divorce that all look like angle compair to me state of ohio with a attorney thats 50/50.

Bill parks he gives you a lot of business discredited

don bashaw hes been working on you playing steller father he painted your relationship as having stated with him it had nothing to do with him untill he moved over there (pay attension)

principle caldwell he sided wiht you about passing bransten to give you a space in the class room and you like farmers for some reason and your also religous i also left you a cupple drunk upset phonecalls my sons poor grades shows i was right about holding him back im shure you aint none to happy about that

brians old attorney your opinion baught with money

judge noe its the toughest for you and i cant say i blame you what judge wants to admit to having allowed a miscarage of justice thankyou for atleast getting my visatation moved

i truly do hope i am wrong and that this is truly my mental illness getting the best of me

if its not he has done all the the damage he can do to me and my family and know i know better then to trust him the rest of you on the other hand totaly trust him easy targets

i have really thaught about this he has exagerated about me to cover his dirty before so for my own benifit i will always have a third party with me and my kid a real church going person i think with my sons permision i will video tape my visitations i am his mother i have never been told i cant

see when i was at my ex husbands it would have been illgle videotaping in his home i found that out the hard way i half to check with my attorney if my ex doesent want that kind of security you would have to question why he wouldnt want the world to see a good or bad relationship between my son and me i know im not perfect but i aint too worried and i like constructive critism sometimes you cant see what others can see plainly

i know i have never done anything that would justify my son not being able to see me infact i state our relationship problems plainly and the biggest one was being around his father on his farm sorounded by his family in the middle of nowhere where his father could treat me any way he wanted to and didnt think i could do anything about it and his minions are dependent on him maintaining the kindome so thay worship him like a god thay saw what he did to me

welcome to North Corea or cuba or irack this is dictatership american style and you better behave in there country you better not videotape anything your camara will be distroyed yep it happened and the hinchmen did threten me his name was donnie holding my son hostage and thretened to kill me if i came near my kid trying to take him out of there third world country thank god my son could speak english and said he was ok and that i he wasent sick and had actually played hookey from knoledge of the outside world that day the school system over there aint much better the principle is under direct orders of the dictator that he is not to devolge andy information to me as a matter of fact it appears meny people have been give these same orders

i was not permitted to talk to my son with out the tyrent present good hevens what are you people hiding im pretty open about things are you building bombs gassing and burning people praticing some kind of cult type shit yes in a matter of speaking i guyess and bransten is the last emperer of comenest china thay kept that kid away from his mother two

boy when the resheme fell did that man go threw hell trying to fit in to normal society atleast when the kid was in it he was filthy rich my kids kingdom is full of cow shit and trust me the future prince will have to bight off slave first see there are still two kings before him and a jellous lazy uncle jeff ( i mean scar)

He did have a education tuter

now he has a tuter that takes him among the commoners

there is some one in on the religon she is of the same religon put practiced it in a first world country and she is all about technology and very worldly but now bighting it off secretly in the thired world country if it all comes togethor

the little emperer will be a democrat in a domocracy and be the smartest damn leader there can be

making the best use of

time the man seldomly leaves the farm and he has buit in family guards, property, mashenery, money, workable people, good name good credit, no fellonies, pree existant displaced farmer, religous affiliation , es bult in furtilizer cows.

brian its as simple as this it is a business it has nothing to do with religon hes not smoaking it the goverment gave him the licence and responsability of growing it because your family has proven to bight of responsibility stop selling meat under the table thats tax ebatement dont give your product away not even samples that is seen as buying favors. Janet i hope you been exelent with the farm books the government will be a stickler about details every plant must be accounted for the goverment knows its a gold mine like alcohol thay will have more controol over it in ohio most property in ohio is clamed and maintained we donot have mountanis regons each state is in charge of there own eventually the feds will get there hands in it federal income taxes the other states are getting whail the getting is good. you already lost out on medical well his dad already screw that one up for him all i can hope for my son is his father grows a brain and goes for a leagal licence thay wont be handing them out like candy the gov aint crazy thay can regulate it right into there pocket.

grow the best idea in centurys

weed

shut up its not me its just Good business see

i would have to get it like the rest of the tax payers in a store because i wouldnt risk my kids father loosing his weed licence eventually grandfathered to my kid.

its grows a lot like tomatos get rid of the garbage at the bottom it biggest ememy is a aphids the more natural you go the better and there are pluck it and sit and snip jobs that any retarded or old person can do any old person can do it is deffonetly a all hands in business ive seen it in action and trust me its not the animals you worrie about its the humans no fruit the flower is the gold and thay are not usually close to the ground and the leaves are bitter. i dont think coons or deer like it you can get them partially grow thay take root deep and sprawlley like corn can tolerate a mild flood

wash off aphids with soapy water

well its your farm and none of my business

i couldnt help my self im a business major and took vocational hortulculture in highschool i got stright A was president of my F.F.A in a broak school system growing weed and selling it to the locals is how our teachers kept our green house open when the school system declared it a dying industry eventually cheeper weed became avalable the green house evenutally closed kinda sad i know its a appartment building and the tenents use it as a smoaing area now

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A Royal Rant On the First Amendment

Today, this article caught my eye:

http://www.salon.com/2017/01/26/watch-minnesota-protesters-erupt-after-lawmakers-pass-bill-allowing-state-agencies-to-sue-demonstrators-for-police-overtime-costs/?source=newsletter

(I don’t know if this’ll be a clickable link when I post this–here’s hoping!)

Minnesota Republicans: What the fucking fuck!? For the so-called “Party of Lincoln” who’s supposedly anti-slavery, y'all are sure doing a fine job of muzzling Constitutional rights! It’s bad enough that the Republicans who go into government are money-obsessed, blinded-by-ambition, well-to-do, clueless, bubble-inhabiting, royalty wannabe’s. You, ALL of you that I have ever seen or heard tell of are blind, blind, blind to the realities of life for those of us who are scraping by (or not, and are going underwater).

It’s bad enough that you seem to think that all of life’s problems can be solved by investing in the stock market and everything’s coming up roses. You strip us of every red penny you can, going and coming. You like to set everything up to be bought and paid for (so-called “privitization”), expecially that which should be publicly accessible. A minor, but still irritating, example of this in my opinion is the travesty to transportation known as toll roads.

But now, you’re putting a price tag on our Constitutional rights!!!!!!!

Now, you’re trying to say and make into law that we have to PAY to exercise our right to free speech!!!!! Fuck you!!! If y'all weren’t so dead-set on pursuing harmful policies that kill–yes, I said KILL, as in MURDER–poor folks, you wouldn’t have to worry about demonstrations!!! But, no, you go skipping merrily along, making the way smooth for your rich, fat-cat friends; and if any of the madding crowd decides to state their collective displeasure, unhappiness, and misery about the situation, all of a sudden it’s a big NO–unless you pay!

Oh, what’s that? “You little folks have no money, so too bad,” you mock at us? Well, it’s pretty obvious that your high-falutin’, big-money education didn’t cover the “Three R’s” very well, particularly the last “R”–‘Rithmatic. Listen in, if you dare.

My familial Americans, allow me to remind you about something regarding that ever-lovin’ 10% that’s at the top of the heap with all the money and power, and most especially the top 1% . It’s true that they hold all the strings, BUT. They’re only 1% , or at best, 10% . We are the other 90% . Ninety percent, at worst. Ninety-nine percent at best. Think about that for a moment. Even if I were to make the (probably totally safe assumption) that the bulk of the upper 25% might stick together, that still leaves the rest of us “REAL” folks being the balance of 75% .

Think Louis XVI for a moment.

The rich folks are very good about watching out after their own interests, oh, yes they are. And it is no accident that our political system is geared towards the requirement that one must have access to butt-loads of money in order to run for public office. Do the rich folks watch after their own? Do they cover their backsides? Oh, yes, you bet they do.

Do they watch after the best interests for the rest of us? Not so much. They’re CLUELESS, never forget, about our daily struggle. So, essentially one could make the argument that the majority of us have been completely disenfranchised. We’re talking total taxation without representation here. Oh, they’ll try to tell you that they represent you because they’re from your geographical area. Don’t be fooled by that!

If they don’t/can’t/refuse to keep your and your family’s best interests at heart and proceed accordingly, then THEY DO NOT REPRESENT YOU!!!!!!!!! They’re just looking out for themselves and their fat-cat cronies.

And one of their favorite tactics to make us impotent and ineffectual is to keep the rest of us divided and feudin’ amongst ourselves. We have had the wool pulled over our eyes. It is obvious to anyone with any grain of sense that those of us at the bottom of the heap have more in common with each other than we’ll ever have in common with THEM, the rich bitches. So, knowing that we vastly out-number them, they have pursued a policy of keeping us divided amongst ourselves for literally centuries now. They’ve instigated and fostered racial prejudice, especially amongst Poor Whites, so that we’d all be blinded to our common cause and rise up, united against them. They know that when we figure out that racial and religious prejudice are nothing but carefully-tended red herrings, the game’s up.

And now, they’re getting quite egregious about muzzling us, keeping us silent, so that they can go on their merry way of raping and stripping our country bare of every last thing that can be monetized to their own benefit and convenience. And meanwhile, you, there, be quiet! Don’t jostle our little lives! Don’t be noisy! Don’t demonstrate! Don’t protest! Unless you can pay. (Heh-heh, which you can’t because we don’t pay you a living wage, so there! Phhhhht!)

Well, you want to muzzle us. I REFUSE TO BE QUIET!!!!

Let me tell you something about rich folks. In their minds, democracy = cut-throat, “free”-market capitalism and white protestant christianity, and to hell with the sub-human masses (that’s us) who are shut out of all of their perks and priveleges. “Oh, but we earned this from our businesses and corporations.” Yeah, standing on the fortunes raped out of the people by your progenitors.

So, tell me this, rich folks. Why are you so scared of a level playing field? Why is it that this discussion can only take place with your being in your comforable position of absolute luxury, while the rest of us are dying, literally dying, from overwork and underpay? Why is it that your ever-lovin’ capitalism makes sure that you have every little thing that your heart desires, but you can’t be bothered to pay us a living wage? Why do our households have to hold down three, four, more, crappy jobs just to make ends meet? And while we destroy our health doing this, why is it that YOU’RE the ones who have access to medical care? Must be nice.

And while I’m on that subject, it really, really BURNS ME that you rich folks are holding medical care hostage, reserved only for yourselves. I’ve heard y'all talk. I’ve heard the blathering balderdash that comes out of y'all’s soft, plump lips regarding why you think that single-payer medicine would be the apocalyptical end of the world.

“Oh, we’d have to wait to be able to see the doctor!” Well, waah, waah. What do you think the rest of us has to do? IF we’re lucky enough to be able to go to the doctor, we have to wait. And wait, until our scheduled appointment time. What’s wrong with you coming down and being equal to us on this?

“Oh, we’d have to wait for our life-saving, life-extending operations and medical procedures! What if we (gasp) DIE while we’re waiting?” Well, what about the rest of us? We’re dropping dead due to lack of medical care! Literally! Take look at the latest mortality figures. People (and by “people” I mean REAL Americans, not you rich globalists) are dropping dead in their fifties! And meanwhile, you rich bitches are blithely popping in and out of the hospitals with nary a worry and living to your late nineties.

“Oh, but we can’t have single-payer–it’d mutilate the insurance companies!” Well, why are they making money off of people’s misery, I should like to know? Just so that they can pay good returns to their stockholders. If you (rich) stockholders weren’t so fucking greedy for profit, maybe, just MAYBE the fucking insurance companies would actually do what they’re SUPPOSED to do with our premiums, that is, invest them and use the resulting capital to pay for medical procedures. As it is, all the money is funnelled upwards to y'all; and in keeping with our Constitutional right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, we get to pursue the happiness of dying whilst being stripped of more of our hard-earned money through those self-same insurance premiums (which don’t generate any return for us in the form of availability to medical care). Hmmm, “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” = dying in misery from lack of access to medical care. Interesting. I don’t think the rest of the world realizes just how much the bulk of the United States is really a “third-world” country.

It might appear that I’m taking this point personally. Well, hell yes, you’re fucking right, I do. It goes beyond all humanity the way things are set up in this country. My husband is dead because we are poor. He needed a liver transplant. He didn’t get turned down because his body was too weak (it wasn’t–he was as strong as an ox; there’s a reason why some of his friends called him “Moose”), but because we were poor. We had go to a hospital out-of-state for this, and when we came they said, “Oh, no problem we’ve worked with the system before.” But after milking Medicaid for all kinds of money for his tests and check-ups, when he got down to the serious business of complete liver failure, all of a sudden it’s “Oh, we don’t work with Arkansas Medicaid. What made you think that we did?” Well, DUH, that’s what you told us when we were first sent to you! And then they refused to authorize an ambulance to take him to another hospital in yet another state, and I had to rent a car and drive him there myself, while he was bleeding from EVERY bodily orifice, including his eyes and ears (yet, the hospital said he wasn’t sick enough for an ambulance). He died two days later.

And to add insult to injury, the rich fat-cats have the court system set up to shut the rest of us out. I had the proof necessary to sue the first out-of-state hospital for medical malpractice, and had the doctors at the second in-yet-another-state hospital begging me to sue. But, the first out-of-state hospital got off because my suit was adjudged to be “frivolous”.

And now, on top of that, last year the Republicans changed the law so that they have now taken away my widow’s check. When my husband died, I was told that as long as I didn’t get re-married that I would get my widow’s check. So much for that. And I’m still trying to raise my family.

So, yes, you could say the question of universally-available, single-payer health care is a personal issue with me.

Meanwhile, we working folks destroy our bodies holding down jobs. The rich bitches say that if the job’s so terrible, nothing’s stopping us from getting another job that does better. Except … they’re all the same! There is no “better” to be had.

And in theory, one can “improve” one’s situation by pursuing higher education. But at what cost? To get out of school so head-over-heels in debt that you’re literally paying off the loans until you retire? And the rich folks criticize us because we don’t “save for retirement”. How? Fleeping HOW? And let’s not forget the Republicans’ attitude towards eliminating the so-called social safety net, especially Social Security, the retirement fund for poor folks. Safety net? What safety net? Where? I just wish!

Their solution? Go get aid from your local churches. Well, I follow a minority religion (Northern Tradition Paganism), and I have no desire to have christian theology crammed down our throats as the payment for assistance. I especially do not want my daughter to have to deal with the misogynistic bullshit that comes flying over the pulpit: “You women are the source of sin and all things evil because Eve.”

And this notion that you’re only good if, and only matter if you’re a christian, and all of society’s ills can be cured by christian churches—don’t EVEN get me started on that!

Oh, and you so-called “christian” Republicans? Why don’t you go back and read your ever-lovin’ New Testament?

Rich folks, your general stupidity never ceases to amaze and dismay me. You’re having fun getting rich by raping money out of a sick workforce. Does it not occur to you how much more productive and–dare I say it?–PROFITABLE your businesses would be if the workforce and employment pool you had to draw upon were healthy?

And I’d like to point out to you supposedly-Constitution-lovin’ Republicans that the Constitution very clearly states that we have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Just how happy do you think we are, being sick and in extreme pain, and dropping dead in our fifties? How can we “pursue happiness”? How can we be “entrepeneural” (sp? I hate the implications of that word so much I can’t even spell it) and be “productive” if we’re literally throwing up from pain every day? And y'all wonder why there’s an epidemic of pain pill dependency in this country.

But, oh, never mind, you crowd there, just be quiet. If you want to kick up a fuss and exercise your First Amendment rights, you now have to pay! Yay! And, while we’re at it, we will continue to make it harder, and harder, and impossible for you to vote. How’s that splintery broomstick feel as we angelic rich folks ram it up your collective bums?

According to the above-linked article, there’s other states to be added to the List Of Shame: North Dakota, Iowa, Michigan, Indiana, Colorado, Virginia, and Washington State.

As a side note, I must say that I am not at ALL surprised that Virginia’s on that list. That’s a fucking police state, right there. I hope I never have to go to that accursed state again.

And for all of you, you government-tit-sucking, we-don’t-want-to-pay-any-taxes and give-us-loop-holes rich folks:

Fuck you.

#republicans #minnesota republicans #single-payer medicine #living wage #political discourse #survivor's benefit #royal rant

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