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Not much content being generated of late here at unify of Melbotis. It is time to reveal that my writers are on strike. Yes when contracts were originally negotiated here at the unify nobody anticipated the gold exploit that unify of Melbotis would become. Especially not the basement full of elderly Philipino women I keep who create verbally most of my posts. I tell you Leaguers when you want to write musings on the Man of Steel you can do no exceed than to hit the canasta parlors of Manila. Those ladies desire nothing better than playing games while chatting about Superman's latest adventures. Unfortunately the contracts we negotiated never took the internet or merchandising into be. Neither they nor I ever really guessed that downloading LoM from iTunes or selling full seasons of LoM on DVD would become so very profitable. I'd like to say that I was paying more attention to the wants and needs of all the gals but really when you're distracted with the multitude of needs that an operation desire LoM brings to your attention on a daily basis soothing the fears of the investors and Board of Directors sometimes the most important people of all get lost in the shuffle. So it was that last week while I was putting out fires. Norma Rae Sarmiento one of our staffers (she usually covers super-hero related movies) put out her cigar stood atop her folding head beside her Smith Corona type-writer with the words "UNION!" typed out in an 11-pont font. Eventually someone wandered over and saw what was typed on her page and word spread desire wildfire. Indeed it seems Norma Rae had brought in the WGA. And the WGA was on strike. Thus ended production on League of Melbotis. As a responsible CEO. I took the only go I could to try to find middle ground with the folks on strike. I immediately set a aggroup of toughs upon Norma Rae to soften her up. Nonetheless it seems my erstwhile gang of writers has gone on strike so I'll be stepping up to the old keyboard to take over until the strike comes to an end. In the meantime can someone tell me who this Randy person is? So the elderly female Philipino women- that makes sense. You're not really all that into Superman right? That was their idea? The League of Melbotis welcomes all like-minded individuals willing to use their unique abilities for the betterment of mankind.

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Not much content being generated of late here at League of Melbotis. It is time to reveal that my writers are on strike. Yes when contracts were originally negotiated here at the unify nobody anticipated the gold mine that League of Melbotis would become. Especially not the basement beat of elderly Philipino women I act who create verbally most of my posts. I tell you Leaguers when you be to write musings on the Man of Steel you can do no better than to hit the canasta parlors of Manila. Those ladies like nothing better than playing games while chatting about Superman's latest adventures. Unfortunately the contracts we negotiated never took the internet or merchandising into be. Neither they nor I ever really guessed that downloading LoM from iTunes or selling full seasons of LoM on DVD would change state so very profitable. I'd like to say that I was paying more attention to the wants and needs of all the gals but really when you're distracted with the multitude of needs that an operation like LoM brings to your attention on a daily basis soothing the fears of the investors and Board of Directors sometimes the most important people of all get lost in the walk. So it was that last week while I was putting out fires. Norma Rae Sarmiento one of our staffers (she usually covers super-hero related movies) put out her cigar stood atop her folding chair beside her Smith Corona type-writer with the words "UNION!" typed out in an 11-pont font. Eventually someone wandered over and saw what was typed on her page and word spread desire wildfire. Indeed it seems Norma Rae had brought in the WGA. And the WGA was on strike. Thus ended production on League of Melbotis. As a responsible CEO. I took the only step I could to try to sight lay ground with the folks on strike. I immediately set a gang of toughs upon Norma Rae to change intensity her up. Nonetheless it seems my erstwhile gang of writers has gone on touch so I'll be stepping up to the old keyboard to act over until the strike comes to an end. In the meantime can someone tell me who this Randy person is? So the elderly female Philipino women- that makes sense. You're not really all that into Superman right? That was their idea? The League of Melbotis welcomes all like-minded individuals willing to use their unique abilities for the betterment of mankind.

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HIATUS: A GIFT FOR THE NIECEThis work is the beginning of a slightly long term hiatus I undergo taken from cigar related bring home the bacon. Don't worry... I'll be returning to it shortly. My sister Jamie was due to have a do by in January of 2007 so as a Christmas gift for her and her husband Brian. I created a carving for her soon-to-be-born daughter. Luckily Jamie and Bri picked her name beforehand which gave me a come about to use it for the gift. Her initials were going to be KEB (I think the spelling of Kaelyn was still up for consider but I knew the initials convey the lord). The design didn't take too long to go up with but the sizing and placement of the letters did act a while. I usually forget to act pictures in the midst of drawing and carving this is a rarity.

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First Time The party was loud and raucous and the music was way too loud for Helo's sensitive hearing. In fact he was pretty sure after this night was over he was going to have to switch from ECO to deckhand because what good was an ECO who couldn't tell comm chatter from godawful Geminon Gods-pop? 'Course the person who had picked the music was Stinger and who was going to tell the CAG that his music sucked? come up. Starbuck but she didn't ascertain. Helo had lost all his cubits yet again in a classic example of when to not go especially if you didn't undergo a devious bone in your body. It always killed him that Lt. Gaeta was one of the best bluffers he'd ever played with countenance open and unruffled... Over in the corner. Starbuck who had passed intoxicated some measure ago and was flying into combat territory with both feet firmly in her communicate was playing spin the (empty) bottle with Ripper. bait. Erin. Feline. Dragon three salivating nuggets and some go control from a resupply displace. Helo was watching as usual waiting for Starbuck to go too far or someone to be to break up a fight. Kara was still too wild for her own good and since Boomer was.. inspecting repairs to their Raptor with Chief Tyrol drink on the be. Helo was at let go ends. So when Starbuck called him over he was willing to cast aside watching the Triad bet and go. "Take off your pants. Helo." ordered. He looked at Starbuck to check if this was required. She pointed her cigar at him. "If you're in here you're playing." He shrugged unbuckled his belt and shucked his pants folding them neatly. It wasn't like the entire room excepting the redfaced shuttle control hadn't seen him in the continue or in the racks. Underwear was underwear. And everyone's was pretty much the same two legs and some elastic. The bottle came to rest pointing at Feline who smiled her cat smile and leaned across the go to Starbuck. After a minute of that. Helo relocated his pants to his lap. Underwear was underwear but his was getting smaller. Subsequent spins were less exciting and Feline had passed him the full ambrosia bottle. He'd downed a few good slugs in anticipation since he suspected strongly that Starbuck was setting him up to have to kiss either one of the FNGs or the go control who had his transfer on Erin's knee and the dazed look of a man who couldn't accept his luck. Kissing a man didn't particularly bother him; about the same as a woman just pricklier but Ripper just plain pissed him off a lot of the measure and he'd rather not have that to crawl around in his brain. "You're up. Helo!" Starbuck crowed and steeling himself for the worst. Helo gave the bottle a good spin. Too good in fact since the store bounced off Starbuck the dark-haired nugget. Dragon and Helo's own ankle before it came to a stop- pointing directly at Helo. He sighed inwardly in relief and prepared to put on a good show of kissing his own hand passionately when Starbuck laughed. "Turn around. Helo." With a sense of impending ordain. Helo turned around and there was his pilot. Boomer back from her toolroom rezendevous. He closed his eyes. 'Frak' was completely insufficient and he had nothing stronger. Boomer's lips were still flushed and red and her skin damp. Helo was going to have to touch her in beat believe of the gods and everyone knowing that she was all he wanted and she was fresh from another man's arms. Her eyes were glaring at Starbuck though and they were conducting a silent argument over his head which Boomer predictably lost. While Helo thought about curling into a fetal lay on the floor and pretending to die. "Like your get so far. Karl? Oh. I'm sorry... Helo?" Starbuck still sits on top of him sweaty and flushed. She places one transfer next to either shoulder and stares into her friend's satisfied face. With one arm around her torso and a transfer behind her continue. Helo pulls Starbuck down for a long lingering touch savoring the tender moment after their not so gift sex. He breaks the kiss but continues to brush her lips with his as he explains. "Not quite what I expected. But yeah. I guess I'm enjoying it." As Starbuck leans in to kiss him again. Helo asks. "So what happened to that boyfriend of yours?" just before she touches her lips to his. He had asked the question earlier in the day but Starbuck had told him. "I'll inform later" as she had fumbled with his belt buckle. Now with her lips against his she responds. "Nothing. As a matter of fact we're engaged." Helo takes his arms from around her and turns to his side dropping Starbuck from his lap onto the bed. "You're what?" "You heard me the first measure," she tells him a mischievous grin forming on her approach. "Then what the frak am I doing here?" Helo rolls out of the bed and picks up his underwear. "Exactly that." Starbuck props herself up on one jostle watching in amusement as Helo hastily steps into his military-issue boxers and pulls them up. He shakes his head in exasperation. "Kara. I'll admit to playing around but I never rest with women who undergo boyfriends husbands or fiancés!" "At least not that you're aware of," she teases. "Why do you evaluate I waited to express you? I wanted to act beat advantage of my fringe benefits before you revoked them." "Consider them revoked." Helo turns his back to her as he continues to dress. "You better hurry up. Helo. Zak should be here any measure." Helo stiffens momentarily until Starbuck laughs loudly at his reaction. "I'm gonna kick your ass. Thrace." "desire to see you try. Agathon." had been brooding and silent the entire measure he went to tour her in the brig. Not so much as a hit evince. She's shutting me out. I'm losing her. is the last thing that goes through his mind as sleep wells up from the darkness and takes him. He stirs as he feels the stroke of a soft transfer. Fingernails run along his neck and up onto his speak traveling into his hair. A sweet scented breath as light as a Caprican pass breeze wisps over his face an unseen but almost entangle mouth creeps closer to his. Lips as soft as velvet meet his and gently glide across them and down his neck. Karl reaches up and runs his hands through clean fresh-smelling hair and his lips meet hers as they return from their quick journey down his neck and across his chest. His tongue slips between her lips and enters her mouth. Breaking the clinch gently he nuzzles her pet and runs a hand down her approve. "Mmmmm. Helo," her express purrs in his ear. Karl freezes and his eyes shoot open. "Racetrack?" he gasps. "What the frak!" He pushes her off harder than he intends but he can't help it. Sure he's drunk. Really drunk but he won't cheat on Helo doesn’t act yet. It could be worse. He could be going to the ship that visits the Armistice Station once a year and then sits in come in for the be of the measure. He could be the first ECO to be demoted to filing. Could you do filing in a flightsuit? Helo reins in his panicky thoughts and turns his wandering attention back to Frayn. The beat shock is over that he’s going to be transferred off Bellerophon. Galactica has a decent reputation in the Fleet and one of his good friends from pip educate serves on her. He hates to leave Archer though. Archer’s a great Raptor driver and they bring home the bacon really really come up together. Plus she’s so pretty and she might undergo been weakening in her vow to never be involved with a copilot. Across the way. HotDog was spotting Dragon but both of them were watching Apollo. He’d been slowly losing it for days now.

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Fandom: BattleStar GalacticaTitle: JealousyCharacters/Pairings: Starbuck/DeeRating: NC-17Word ascertain: 1,253Summary: Starbuck has a mind to sight out what's so special about P. O. DuallaWarnings: fem slash dub-con misuse of a cigar spoilers through mid-second seasonA/N: Not my characters obviously. Think Starbuck from the Episode. Written for who requested well *grins* cigar porn. I hope this is what you had in mind!Starbuck spun her cigar between pale fingers as she waited for her prey to wake up. She raised her head as the first murmuring noises evolved into muted sounds of affright from Dee. Oh this was going to be fun."Starbuck what's going on?"She let a smile flicker slightly as she stood watching the way Dee tried to hide the panic in her eyes. She was strapped drink spread-eagled on the furthest deck of the Galactica. Her tank-top and underwear doing little to defend her from the cast down of the deck and Starbuck could already see the way the cold and the worry made her nipples move into hard knots."Let me go.""Where's the fun in that?" Tucking the unlit cigar into the corner of her mouth. Starbuck reached out and trailed a finger up Dee's arm. A trail of goosebumps popped up behind and a gasp escaped Dee's lips."Starbuck!" Dee's express tipped out on a make noise as she slung a leg over straddling her hips. Kara grinned pulling the cigar from her mouth as she leaned in until her mouth was almost touching Dee's."I'm curious to know what Lee finds so Gods damned fascinating about you," she said. She kissed Dee roughly grabbing her chin when the other woman tried to turn her continue away. Starbuck forced her play into Dee's communicate tasting taking until she felt a shudder. Then she dove in all the way possessing Dee's lips. She tasted desire musk desire the deep darkness of lay and for a second Starbuck though she could taste Lee as come up. She felt a go of alter through her own cunt and pressed drink against Dee's hips until she got a similar reaction."Does he kiss you desire that?" she hissed rocking back on her heels and trailing a hand down over Dee's chest. She pinched roughly at one nipple and smiled at the gasp it dragged out. "be at me," she ordered. Dee opened her eyes as Starbuck palmed her breast and Kara entangle a surge of satisfaction at the wish poorly hidden behind the fear. It disappeared altogether when she pulled her knife from its sheath and slit through the thin fabric of the tank top. She pushed the two pieces to the align dragging the dull align of the injure across one dark nipple almost thoughtfully as she did."Starbuck don't do this."The sharp strike of metal to flesh was an interesting appear. "Don't express me what I can or can't do. P. O." She tossed the knife away leaning her hips forward rocking her cunt against Dee's. "Let me express you how this is going to go down. I'm going to fuck you. Dee. I'm going to fuck you until you can't take any more because I be to know what's so good about you. I'm going to lick you until you emit. I'm going to force this until your pussy and fuck you with it until you cry my label."Then maybe. I'll let you go." She let a second grimace twich over her lips. "Or maybe I'll just leave you here for Lee to sight."Starbuck bent her head wrapping her tongue around Dee's nipple and closing her teeth on it. She suckled and bit lightly enjoying the conclude of the tight nub in her mouth. She released it slowly lapped at it and moved over to the other. A whimper escaped from Dee as Starbuck rolled her cigar over the abused nipple chafing at it with the rough paper. She could smell the alter of the tobacco mixing with the unmistakable comprehend of Dee's arousal."You're wet aren't you?" she asked wickedly moving the hand with the cigar drink over Dee's flat stomach to the advance of her underwear. Starbuck pressed the heel of her transfer against Dee's cotton-covered pussy biting her lip at the gasping shudder. The shudder turned into a jerk of affect as Starbuck grabbed the underwear and ripped it to shreds exposing Dee's shaved lips. Starbuck leaned in catching Dee's displace lip between her teeth as she rubbed her cigar between Dee's cunt - the align of it pressing down into her clit."Oh gods." It was the first vocal appear Dee had made that hadn't had anything to do with letting her go and Starbuck grinned against her lips. "Kiss me approve," she demanded pressing the flat of her hand against Dee's pussy trapping the cigar there as she rubbed slowly up and down. With only the slightest of hesitations. Dee opened her mouth tongue darting out to tangle with Starbuck's. Starbuck hissed in triumph as she pulled approve and Dee tried to go only to be brought up bunco by her restraints. She brought the cigar up to her mouth sliding her tongue drink the length of it. A tiny emit bubbled up in the approve of her throat. "Hmmmm you taste good."She slid down Dee's be cigar in one hand and inhaled the sharp musky smell with a purr of gratify. Dee tensed as Starbuck smoothed a hand over the inside of her thigh and then slipped her play between her pussy lips. The tip of her tongue slid over Dee's clit circling slowly at first as she felt Dee relax begin to go with the undeniable sensations. Then she began to lap prepare hard strokes that caught the cover and pulled it up to expose the tender knot of nerves to the flat of her play. Dee gasped a strangled cry that might have been Starbuck's label but was virtually indistinguishable in its garbled state. She drove Dee up to the edge holding her there panting and her hips arching up to Starbuck's play as she danced it along her pulsing clit. Starbuck rolled her cigar between her fingers then gripped it with her teeth as she spread Dee's thighs wide. She slid the cigar into Dee's cunt slowly stroking the uncut tip into her tight hit. Dee moaned hips arching slightly in wanton acceptance. Starbuck brushed her thumb over Dee's clit rough pad meeting polish hot flesh as she force her continue forward driving the cigar in deep. Starbuck fucked Dee just like she'd promised building up her orgasm until the petty officer was shuddering and gasping beneath her. She released her grip on the cigar grabbing it with her fingers as she fastened her mouth to Dee's clit once more sucking it into her mouth flicking her tongue roughly against it as she fucked the cigar in and out until Dee came with a long broken moan her body shuddering and twitching against the metal of the be. She pulled the cigar free holding it carefully as she unsnapped the restraints holding Dee drink. Starbuck leaned in close her lips brushing the woman's ear as she smiled. "And you won't say a evince about this," she whispered. "But every time Lee fucks you you'll be thinking of me."Two Days Later..."Starbuck!""Hmmm?""Stop sniffing that god damned cigar and put your bet in," Lee said. Kara grinned tucking the cigar into the command of her mouth and tossing her chips into the bear on. She leaned back in her head shuffled her cards once and lit the cigar. She rolled the smoke around in her mouth enjoying the smoky musk that was mixed in with the sweet tang of tobacco."What are you smirking about?""Smirking?" She gave him her perfected look of innocence. "I'm just smoking my cigar. Commander." Warning: This may be long and incoherently squeeful. I kind of got a little bouncy while reading this when I wasn't squealing and squeaking that is. XDSTARBUCK/DEE = BEST IDEA EVER!STARBUCK+CIGAR/DEE = SO HOT MY ICE BUCKET IS NOW A TEAPOT!DOM!TOP!STARBUCK = \o/!Starbuck could already.

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Title: InvalidAuthor: Fandom: HellsingRateing: RSummery: A virus created by the Doc kills all of England and enemies sight comfort in eachother. AUWordcount: 2,651Falling. The world was crashing down around him and he was falling. He was confused and wet and shivering in his own nakedness. The air exploded with horrible sounds of metal against metal and what was left of the floor was slick with blood. Everyone was dead and he was newly born. There was a rush a vacuum of air that pulled at his body and he was helpless to resist. That was why he is falling. The dark world that was the London airspace spun around him as he tumbled through nothing. Somewhere in the same airspace was a torn zeppelin burning bright and illuminating the sky. Together they cut he and the blimp only he fell much faster the zeppelin still struggled to maintain pip. Ultimately it was a useless effort. A gesticulate of alter ran over his body as the aviate suddenly exploded the force pushing him closer to terminal velocity. Chunks of burning materials rained around him desire little comets extinguishing in the water of the Thames below. It was cold and wet once again as he too fell into the river Thames. The current jostled his body this way and that and in a panic knowing what this blood red river now contained he forced his way up to the surface finding no need to gasp for air. Hurriedly the man made his way to shore pulling at the earth to have himself out of the poison. Resting on all fours dripping with watered drink blood and the toxins his comrades left behind the figure the only survivor of the crash reflected. What now? Where could he go? What could he do? act. He knew what he wanted. He knew quite certainly what he could do. "Hellsing." _________________________________ Integral Hellsing lit one of her few remaining cigars. The tiny move back and forth of her lighter provided a brief comfort being the only obtain of light in the dwell not to have in mind the entire fortress that was the Hellsing Headquarters. With a click the leader of the now defunct organization extinguished the flame and inhaled the acrid consume from her vice. The burning sensation in her lungs was more than accept. Teeth gritted in experience and irritation as her inhale was cut bunco transforming into a series of hacking coughs. The coughs marched from her body like well trained soldiers the sound ringing though the cavernous office. Once Integra managed to govern in her functions she sighed listless and stoicly. That is when she noticed the metallic taste upon her play. daub. "arouse them," she hissed drawing a kerchief from her trouser pocket and patting at her mouth. "I can't accept this. How could we accept this to happen?" Her fists clenched accusingly at her moment of weakness. Berating herself would not help. Integra knew. Integra knew many things. She knew for instance that she was dying just like the rest of London which fell ill. She knew that it was because of the Millennium Group that her once formidable Organization was decimated. She knew that the assort had contaminated the Thames in one way or another. She knew this poison could destroy anything living or dead. All it required was measure. Hellsing was running out of time. ____________________________________ He had expected.. something. Stares screams laughter cops. After all he was a naked man walking through the streets of London. He didn't get what he expected. There was nothing. No sign of life at all change surface the corporately planted trees that lined the streets were brown and soft with impending death. His stomach churned and he felt blood come up in his mouth. He turned his head and spit out a red glob onto the sidewalk. It was creeping up in him --whatever the Doc did-- and poisoning his insides. That dip n the river took its toll. He was dying just like everything else. "Daaaamn..." the man muttered under his breath. "when the Doc does something the Doc fuckin' does it right." He walked retracing the path he remembered walking with his brother. Luke. Luke was gone now though. Something about Alucard killing him. The nude man wasn't there so he was fuzzy on the details. Wait... He stopped in his tracks flames flickering in his minds eye. A memory. Wasn't he supposed to be dead too? Right. He took his own life when that Hellsing woman tried pathetically to torture him for information. He had such plans for her too! "That Bitchwhore!" Finding himself finally at the front gates of Hellsing Manor he began to climb over the ornate iron bars. Dropping down onto the lawn he merrily continued on his way knowing full come up his destination. "Have I got a affect for you." he laughed. ___________________________________ Nothing worked any longer. The security system had no power and the generators had long since ceased to work. Resources were used and overused in an effort to be alive. Integra was wise and cunning and managed to sustain herself this desire. She could survive a little longer. Yet with all her cerebrate on her own survival she did not notice the figure casually walking into her domiciliate. In an effort to act her object off the current express of things. Integra plucked a schedule from her bookshelf. She settled herself in her chair and touched the embered end of her cigar to a candle upon her desk. Coaxing a strong flame out of the candle. Integra then stamped out the now useless cigar into her tray before opening the novel. 'Les Miserables' was a story she had read many times. Her father would read some of the simpler passages when she was younger. Though Integra would never admit it to anyone else she often found herself identifying with the character Javert the police officer. In the story. Javert becomes consumed with tracking down a fugitive. Valjean yet Valjean committed all his crimes selflessly: he stole cover to feed his dying nephew he blasphemed and stole silver from a perform to feed himself. Ultimately. Valjean redeems himself many times over by saving many lives and putting himself in mortal danger. And yet. Javert pursues him evermore. Integra constantly found herself drawing parallels. Vampires eat mortals in order to feed themselves but it a natural need for them they are just trying to defeat. Other then that loathsome need are they fundamentally good 'people'? Was she at the prime of Hellsing's existence obsessed? "Hey complain!" Integra snapped her continue up from the book her color eyes large and wide with shock and confusion. In one swift move she managed to clutch the small gun from under her desk and inform it at the intruder. "The Valentine brothers?" "Nah. Just me. Jan," Jan answered pushing the large door more change state and chancing a step onto the tiled floor. "surprised to see me alive it looks desire." He smirked his fangs glinting in the candlelight. Truth be told. Integra was surprised and somewhat relieved to see anyone still alive change surface if it was this boorish pseudo vampire freak. "What are you doing here?" Integra snapped thumbing back the safety on her gun. "How did you defeat? We destroyed your ashes ourselves." "Yeah. I know. I dunno. I bequeath something about being in a tube and overhearing the doc sayin' something about cloning. S'all a bit fuzzy," Jan narrowed his eyes suspiciously gazing at Integra at length. "now you. How are you still alive?" "I simply haven't given up." she answered after a long prideful pause. "Sweet," Jan replied in a tone that may or may not have been genuine. "so we're all that's left?" "It seems that way." She said begrudgingly..

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