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[mooglesniper]

Mollys Misadventure II

More Misadventures featuring the fun little gobbo

new chapter of a thing

[mooglesniper]

Mollys misadventure

A little thing I wrote while making a Goblin character, figured I’d share it

Mollys Misadventure I

The goblin pants heavily through her mask as she ducks into a nearby allyway, pressing her back to the wall as she frowns deeply, hearing a rush of people storm by. "Find her!" a voice barks out "if not I'll kill you before the bloody king does!" She darts her eyes around desperately as her heart pounds in her chest and echoes up to her ears. She sees the pipes above her criss cross as steam hisses and seeps out of the creeking metel. "Looks like money lets yer grip reach far.." she mutters, rummaging in her pouch and feeling about, cursing under her breath "great, no smoke bombs, or even normal ones.." she satys, letting her eyes dart about for a moment before pulling out her lockpick and kneeling to a nearby door as she sets about picking it's lock while the barks of orders still echo around her. She gives a triumphant grin as the door clinks and the lock opens, glancing up for a moment as she heard steps approaching. With a scowl and a shove she pushes her way into the open door, slamming it behind her and glancing around as he red eyes adjust to the darkness around her. Shapes appear and form in the darkness as her vision begins to readjust and recognise the kegs and casks around her. "Wow, this is alotta booze " she murmurs, hearing footsteps thud and tap above her, she rolls her eyes and searches for a place to duck down and hide as she slips the picks back into her pouch. "Of fuckin' course I'd pick a fuckin' pub" she says as she ducks down between the barrels, casks and crates of booze around her. She slumps down as she sighs heavily, removing her mask to help her to catch her breath as the chase and tiring sprints begin to catch up on her body. She folds her arms and closes her eyes.

A little while passes by as the search begins to subside and the noises fade away, the Goblin beginning to doze off for a spell until the barrel she leans against it taken away, dropping her right onto her back to look up at a rather large green skinned orc looking down at the Goblin with an arched brow, setting the barrel down. "Not the usual thing I'm used to find scurrying down here" she murmurs, her voice oddly calm and strangely soothing as she kneels down. The Goblin scrambles to her feet and frowns deeply, back up against the wall. "Now..who might you be little one?" she asks with a frown. "Depens on 'hoos askin'" She replies with a frown in kind. "I'm Irene, you're in my cellar" she says, standing fully, the Goblin watching Irene with a suspicious eye, the orcs ponytail tied back into a plait that ropes down her back, her frame large even for an orc. "I take it you're the one they're rummaging around for, Molly?" She asks, Molly tenses at the mention of her name as she swallows hard, reaching behind her. "Relax, I'm not about to turn you in" she says, sighing as she takes a seat opposite the Goblin for a moment. "Tell you what, why don't you tell me exactly how you ended up in my tavern?" She offers "then I can decide what I want to do." she says as Molly frowns, sighing as she knew she wasn't about to get such an offer anywhere else. "Well..where do I start?" she asks as Irene fishes out the wanted poster "..what about the Regicide?" she asks, smiling at the Goblins little glare as she huffs. "Fine, guess I'll start with the ex-prince."

[mooglesniper]

Detective Sammy and the case of the missing sis.

holy crap I haven’t uploaded in ages. This isn’t smut or any kind of shit like that, it’s just something I wanted to write after playing fallout 4 with nice valentine for like 4 hours. might do a little more with this character

The evening was rolling in over the horizon, painting the sky the same orange as the leaves as they fall to the ground while the fall of ‘55 was in full swing. I was sat on a park bench, I'd decided to take a quick smoke break while the sun was sayin' it's good nights and settlin' down for the night to let the moon take over it's shift. This job, I remember gettin' it from some dame that burst into my office wearing this cute little sunflower dress. She batted her eyes and wagged that cute little grey tail of hers as she flashed her honey dew eyes at me and spoke through a pout about some sister she'd lost recently. She told me her name was Jane and that her sister's name was Julie, When I asked why she hadn't gone to the police about this she whined and pouted, sayin' that they hadn't done nothin' about it. The whole damn case had 'bad news' flashing on it and lit up like a neon sigh hanging off a christmas tree, but I always was a sucker for a cute lost puppy in the middle of the city. So there I was, lookin' for a lost little werewolf in a city full a the damned things, not that the humans 'round here would admit that. I don't have a lead, or any suspects and yet I've been asking around about this Julie and any friends she might've had, sounds like she's a real book worm, keeps her head down in her studies and don't ruffle any feathers. "you the one? Sammy Hender?" A voice asked me from behind, a voice that sounded like they mistook gravel for mouth wash. "Yeah that's me" I respond, knowing this song and dance, no turnin' or he runs if I'm lucky, shoots me if not. "Well ain't this a surprise, I thought you were a.." "Man?" I ask, dragging from the cigarette as I slip the lighter into my overcoat, resting my hand on the revolver in it's holster " I get that alot, so did you want somethin' pal?" I ask. "I gots a lil bit of info for ya" I could hear that sneer in his voice that came when people knew of my gender. "Yeah? so speak" I reply, gripping the gun tightly as my heart begins to beat a little faster. "That gal you're chasin' she's real bad news, back off or you'll end up dead" "That a threat mug?" "Nah, a warnin'" He smirks, I hear that nast toothless grin in his voice "calm it down a lil sammy" I scowl a little as I sigh out a billow of smoke. "sam.." I answer him as he hands a piece of paper over my shoulder "here, sam..and good luck detective" he chuckles as I hear his footsteps walk away. A warning? What the hell was he talkin' about? I wait a little while until he's left as I unfold the paper and read the address that had been scrawled and scribbled into the paper. I sigh again as I step out the smoke into the ground and stand. I knew this place alright, not a place for a young lady to be headed into without a reason, or a deathwish. I replace my hat and sigh as I slip my smokes back into my coat with my lighter and walk towards my car "sorry ruby, not today" I tell my revolver "Julie huh? Just what the hell do you have to do in that part of this armpit of a city?" I ask myself as I re-read the adresss and open my car. Either Jane was lyin' to me as to why her sister went missin' or Julie hand't been tellin' her sister the entire story. Either way this left me in the dark as to why Julie was in scum central, an why I was headed toward the belly of the beast to go lookin' for her. In all honesty it felt like both situations were likely and I coulda been waltzing into a trap for all I knew, but hell I hate to leave a job unfinished. I close the car door, pulling off my hat and setting it on the seat beside me as I drive towards the address written on the paper. the car rumbles and stirs the feeling in my gut that all this smelt bad like three day old take out, I was gonna have to keep on my toes which isn't easy when you're just about the only woman in the city that dun like to wear heels.

I take my time to drive around the scenic route and avoid a few familiar faces I've met in this line of work, people just don't like their news being spread out I find. The address in question was an apartment block that stood a few stories high. I push out of my car, making sure it's locked as I replace my hat and step inside, I take a quick peek around the place. the lift wasn't working but that wasn't too much out of my way, never trusted those metal coffins anyway always preferred to use my own two feet that somethin' held up with string. I reach her apartment, or at least the one on the paper, and I find an open door, wide open. That feel grows and squats on my gut like a tonne of bricks as I step inside, hand on the inside of my coat against the handle of ruby as I scan the room. Doesn't look like they took much, or took anything since the place looked spotless, not a struggle not a thing. I step inside further, keeping my eyes flickering from left to right, then the weights just sink to the floor, blood in the door of the bedroom. I step inside and the whole place looks like someone fought, not much blood aside from the door and the struggle seems limited to the bed, that could be worse. I take my time and rummage around the room for a while, finding claw marks and scuffs around the room  along with a box of cigs and matches, the matches belong to a lounge bar downtown, used to frequent the place alot before the new management. I open the pack and tap at it, a note falling out, wrapped up small as I unroll and read it.

"dear Janie, I'm guessing if you're reading this then you came looking and I wasn't here to welcome you. Look mom and dad have told me that I need to control this, I'm not like you and I could hurt someone. I'm sorry that you had to find out this way, through a letter, but if it's too late then I gotta run and get out of the way before someone else gets hurt.

I'll speak to you when I get back, I love you Janie, stay safe.

                                                Julie."

I sigh and take a cig, lighting it up and taking a breath, rolling and pocketing the note as I move to leave, walking out of the bedroom. Open and shut, makes alot of sense now since that goon tried to warn me. Humans are such crybabies with this kind of stuff, alot of the time they'll freak out if their malt is a different shade of pink so that this mug decided she was 'trouble' was makin' a whole lotta sense. I take a key from the side of the bed and lock her door for her, look out for the landlady, let her know that my friend will be gone for a holiday, talk her ino letting Julie keep the place, always had a way with words I guess.

The next day comes in as I sip from my glass, sighing heavily and leaning back in my chair as I rub my eyes, the door opens and I smile to myself.   "Umm you called me detective?" That voice, that honey voice of an angel, I turn to face Jane, taking out the note and handing it to her "your sister wasn't missing was she?" I ask as she frowns and take it, reading quietly as her face turns and twists, guilt ridden as she whines and whimpers. I can't even be mad at the poor girl. "..I'm sorry Ma'am, I just..I don't want to be alone..this place..I don't know how to live alone" she begins to ramble as I sigh and breath out a long breath of smoke as she pauses, huffing with her nose twitching. she storms around the desk and takes the smoke, stubbing it out "..my sister smokes those..they really aren't good for you" she says, her lower lip pouting out as she huffs at me. Then a lightbulb springs into my mind as I sit upright. "..Tell me somethin' pup" I say, she frowns a little, hand on her hips. "..Ever thought 'bout bein' a secutary?"

[unitedkingdomofhunters]

Im thinking about getting it for my siblings and myself for Christmas as I'm planning to move countries so. Does generations measure up to 3 and 4 ultimate or is it a little more watered down? I understand there's no g rank monsters but does it still hold up okay?

So far my experience is, more or less the same! Just obviously different settings and monsters to fight and while I find the hunter arts to be overpowered and a bit too ‘anime’ for my liking, I’m still having a blast. If you liked 3U and 4U, then generations will hold up for sure! 

Overall I say it’s worth it, the presentation of this game is great, just expect small changes here and there, online multiplayer is still great and will definitely get you plenty of hunting time!

[mooglesniper]

Nobody’s perfect.

This is a thing I wrote in a sort of response to @davebiab new song, i’m not dead, here if you haven’t seen it.

You're not dead? Great, awesome and fine, Not fixed? Don't worry, that takes time, Don't give up just yet, to yourself you have to be kind, Don't force your own creation, Relax and breath, just look out for some inspiration, Google doesn't have the answers to everything, much less what you seek, Don't admit defeat, Look your best just so you can look your best, Find a different fuel if you're using your stress, Nothing is worth making your mind and heart a massive mess, Luck is an unreliable friend, Not something you should rely on or depend, Don't leave things unsaid and don't leave a sentence unfinished, Don't let your power, passion diminish, You know so many different skills to use and train to their limit, Train each one, one at time and let them flourish, grab one, plant and grow it, Make that beat harder if you want it, let your voice ring loud and true to show off your art for all to see, Open up minds as your learn and level up your vocabulary, IF it helps you survive it's above all else, a priority, You can be anything you can ever want to be, Never reject that which helps, friends who are willing and able, They can make their own choices, and they can help you be a little more stable, If you don't want to talk or need to recharge yourself, tell them, They will all understand in the end, Be truthful to yourself and your art will follow suit, You needn't be so astute, You're getting too wieghed down and focused on specifics, People will still listen and draw passion and inspiration from your lyrics, You are happy in the moment then maybe you should live there, Do not dwell on mistakes on the past just leave them there, you belong here, Save yourself so you can relax and breath deep, don't glare that frown, You can't save anyone if you yourself begin to drown, Can't predict what you're going to do? Good, it keeps them all guessing, Stop trying to be certain about things and stressing, Think you're able to save the world? awesome, But you won't do it on your lonesome, Want to change the world then start with you, You know that for as cliche as it is it's all true, Think you can get better? Awesome that's fine, But just remember that it will take time, Good luck, get better and be the best you you can be, Soon you will see, That you will love what you see the mirror reflect, But please remember that no-one is perfect.

[mooglesniper]

World War II Love Story.

Saw a post a while back about lesbians hidden in the ranks of world war soldiers, so I wanted to write this thing, enjoy. Just a heads up, no smut this time guys. F/F Pairing so yeaah.

The racket of the battle rages outside the medical wing as a soldier gives a wince and holds at her side, her hand swatted away. "You're hurting" she frowns deep at the Medic attending to her wound who just shakes her head. "Well" the blonde replies "never said this would be as easy to heal as your other injuries, bullet holes are harder to heal up, it's why you're still here" she says. "Bed rest until you're healed up remember?" she reminds the brown haired soldier "Honestly it's a damned miracle that you're still intact at this point" she sighs. "Hey I'm as tough as they come" she grins. The medic rolls her eyes and tugs hard at the dressing "Do you HAVE a death wish?" she asks. "OW that smarts.." she grits her teeth tightly. "It will" The medic replies before giving a mock pout "Aww, wiwwle soldier girl, does the boo-boo hurt?" she asks tittering as she moves, putting the medical supplies away as the soldier slips off her bed, seeking up and slipping her arms around the medics waist, tugging her back into her arms, pecking the back of her neck lightly, whispering "Kiss it better?" making the medic tense a little. "I can't, not again" she murmurs "we were nearly caught las-" "Please Cynthia?" she whispers, nuzzling gently up against her neck, her tone shifted from it's usual cocky and sarcastic tones, now soft and pleading like an injured bird cooing out. With a sigh Cynthia turns to face the soldier, looking into the melted chocolate colour that was her eyes. "Is the big bad Beryl begging me for a kiss?" she asks, raising a brow as Beryl leans up, whispering the soft 'please' against Cynthias lips, forcing her to tense again, frowning as she presses her lips up against the soldiers, Beryl letting out a soft whimper as the sounds blast away, the war no longer a thought in either mind, fingers moving to entwine with each other, the soldier moving her other hand, letting the sounds melt away, only the beating of her heart, the smell of the medics perfume all that she can feel, she traces the cut of the medics uniform, puling her up and sitting her on the exam bed, wincing as the medic frowns and pulls back, hand on her shoulder. "No.." she says, smiling lightly. "Why? I need some TLC doc" Beryl huffs. "Doctors orders soldier" Cynthia smiles, fingers tracing her bandages. "You know...when I'm better I'll be thrown back to the front.." "Not if I need to observe you" Cynthia replies, pecking her lips gently, hooking her legs gently around the soldiers waist. "You promise?" she asks, the medic nodding lightly, fingers tracing the scars that decorate the soldiers body. "..No more scars for me though, no more excuses to see me, okay?" She asks, Beryl moves in and kisses her lips gently, smiling lightly "promise" she whispers softly.

[mooglesniper]

Well Well Well, it's been a while hasn't it? I bet you thought I'd up and quit, Nah, been maturing, refining, Biding my time and perfecting my timing, Stewing and bubbling as you just grew stagnant, I've matured while you've rotted, that much is aparant, I'm a pheonix, I will always rise from my ashes, You're just a plane, a mess of metal that always crashes, Words and rhymes have been swirling and stirring in my mind, I wonder if Ilook inside what am I going to find, Stearing away from cliche like it's a car accident, Try to sniff me out and I'll not find my scent, Did you miss me and words then? Doesn't matter because you're going to hear them again and again, Do I piss you off? Good, Tell me why, let you feelings be understood, Get angry, Get fustrated, let it fuel and push you, Seek out what's true, Do what you do, But don't think for one second i won't do the same, I know how to play lifes game, If you fight, For what you think is right, Don't think for a moment that someone else won't, Or don't, By all means, bark away bitch, Because I'll bark and bite, I'll switch, And guess what, my bite is way worse than my bark, Trying to take me out isn't going to be a walk in the park, Snap and snarl at me, I dare you to growl, Because at the end of the day I'll make you let out a pain filled howl, Come on, beat me down, I'll be right back up, On my feet, I'll show you what's up, if you  think that I'm just going to sit back and take abuse, Well I have news, I'm fitting you for a noose, I'm not one to bite my tongue and choke back my thoughts, Guess I'm diamond and you're quartz, Yeah yeah, I'm racist Sexist and Mysongenstic, Nevermind the fact I was raised with females, and around every colour and creed, I'm a dick, Well guess what, you're about to be fucked, Guess that means I'm still on top here, Let's just make this clear, I give zero fucks about what you think of me, I give zero fucks about what you see, I give nothing, not even the slightest fuck about what you think about my appearance, I don't give damn about your death threats and death sentence, Condemn me, hate me, I'll stand up fucking proudly, Label me with all you want, they won't stick, I'm just too slick, Yeah, Imma big ol cock, But wait, what's that sound? Tick tock, Oh, it's your time running out, Before you leave, let me clear up your doubt, Flame me, beat me, yell at me all you fucking want, Abuse, hate and taunt, Come on and attack, Because I swear I will not slack, Burn me down bitch, i'll just be right back.

[harleyquinn-clownprincessofcrime]

Feel free to answer this privately but, what do you think of Harley's outfit in Suicide squad, since radical 'feminists' seem to think she's oversexualized but personally I think it fits her personality, mischievous, playful and vaguely flirtatious.

Well, honest I do think it’s whimsical and screams.. “Psycho for Mistah ‘J’” (ooh, boy smh) bright and witty..she’ll have different attire through out the film, if I ain’t mistaken (rumor?). I do like the concept, it’s new and absolutely bubbly and I’m totally open to new things, just like bruce timm thought about her new look..it’s interesting. It’s weird cause when I saw her I did not think “skanky” I just saw cute and fun! Erm, Her cheeks were hanging out when she turned and all I thought was “hell naw that better be for a split second not through out the film. My poor baby..lol) All in all I do like it, plus I want her shoes and choker. ;)