It is with great pleasure that I welcome all of you to the page of the Royal Egalitarians
We will aim for nothing but true equality by debating all. We promise to uphold true equality and call out bigotry and ignorance when we see it. Below are each of the Royal members More will be signed and tagged as we find more.
-Kaiser Simon Gelehrte (head Royalty)
And as Excalibur was removed from the stone to bear a path unto greatness, I take my sword pledge to oversee the path being created. For without debate, no society can truly experience evolution and as words are my Excalibur I shall be in the debates. These words are my pledge and withhold them I shall.
- King Arturia Pendragon
I hereby swear to uphold the code of the Royal Egalitarians, by defending true equality and debating ignorance with all the sarcasm and condescension in my body.
- Sir Piscina De Los Muertos
I shall judge all fairly and accordingly in my goal of equality for all.
-High Priest Zachariah
So long as I have breath in my body I will call for equality; not just for certain people but for everyone.
- Empress Eglentyne
I will uphold the promise of equality for so long as I live to do so. I will find out the atrocities hiding the shadows and bring light to the the evil truths of those who dare threaten our noble goals. Using words as my weapons, I will aid in purging this godforsaken place of the inequality that plagues it. This I promise.
-Lady Spymaster Jaxyl
For as long as my heart beats I shall loyally battle for justice, rationality, and equality for all. I shall be valiant in the fight against inequality and bigotry to my dying breath. This I swear.
The sun is in Aquarius typically between January 20 and February 18, Lee Pace was born on March 25, 1979, Sidereal Zodiac, the sun is in Aquarius from approximately February 15 to March 14, depending on leap year. In Chinese astrology, the sun extension stayed until March 25. In Sidereal astrology, the sun transits the constellation of Pisces from approximately March 14 to April 14. Individuals born during these dates, depending on which system of astrology they subscribe to, in that year the sun transmitted till 21, Shakespeare was born on April 15..
And they had the sun cross over their birth months due to leap year constellations. How interesting.
“They’re just friends who share a flat! And a bedroom! And have been together and happy with one another for 30 years!” said Gareth, who is totally all for gay marriage but wants to avoid at all costs presenting the idea to children in any way shape or form whatsoever, because that’s bringing politics into children’s innocent lives, you see. It’s not that he has a problem with gay people or gay marriage at all, perish the thought, he’s just concerned about politicizing these poor innocent children watching TV.
Pointless Letters has reached out for comment, asking if Gareth would put the same restriction on Fred and Wilma Flintstone, Betty and Barney Rubble, Mickey and Minnie Mouse, George and Judy Jetson, Homer and Marge Simpson, Cosmo and Wanda or Peter and Lois Griffin. We’ll let you know what he says.
Summary - Malia and her younger brother, Eric, have had a rough life before meeting the Irwins. For the past three years, Malia has been working as a maid for the Irwin Family in order to provide for her and her little brother. Everything’s going well for her, but that’s only because nobody knows about her secret crush on the man of the house, Ashton Irwin.
Author’s Additional Comments - Most of you might think this is moving too fast. Like I said before, this is a short fic. Not a fan fic. That’s why there’s so many time skips and stuff. Anyway, enjoy! ♥
“Yes, a divorce.” Mr. Irwin said over the phone as he walked into the living room, where I was sweeping, closing the door behind him.
I wanted to not be nosy and listen in on the conversation, but my curiosity got the best of me. Plus, I had nothing better to do.
“Shauna, we need to do this. Its best for the both of us.” He said as he flopped onto the couch and ran a hand through his hair. “Because all we ever do is fight. I’m tired of fighting all the time. We don’t even have a sex life anymore. We haven’t had sex in over a year.” He said, then rolled his eyes. “No, having sex won’t solve this. We need to go our separate ways. So, I’m gonna talk with a divorce attorney some time this week, or next week, and file for a divorce.”
Its about time.
“What do you mean you won’t sign them? Do you realize that we’re also hurting our little girls? How do you think they feel, hearing us scream at each other daily?” He was getting frustrated now. I saw it in his face. “Renewing our vows won’t do anything. You’ll still have a problem with everything I do and I’ll still have a problem with you not being home 98% of the time.” When he said that, he waited for a reply. Then he groaned. “You know what, I’m busy right now. We’ll talk about this later.” On the other line, I heard her trying to talk, but he interrupted her. “Bye, Shauna.” He said irritably.
And just like that, he hung up. He rested his elbows on his knees and put his face in his hands, letting out a groan.
“Told you she wouldn’t sign them.” I said to him, sweeping the last of the dirt into the dustpan and emptying it in the trash.
He took his face out of his hands and looked at me. “I know.” He sighed. “I just don’t know why she wants to hold on to something that’s only gonna get worse. It makes no sense.”
“Really? Because it makes perfect sense to me.” I said truthfully, putting the broom and dustpan back in the supply closet.
“Is that supposed to be sarcasm?” He asked confusedly.
“No.” I answered simply, beginning to move the coffee table off of the rug so I could vacuum it. “Its simple, really.” I shrugged, going to the corner to get the vacuum. “You’re the one with the money, aren’t you? She married someone rich. Someone who could give her cold, icy heart whatever it desired. She doesn’t want to let that go. She’s not ready to start providing for herself yet, and probably never will be, so she’s depending on you to take care of her for the rest of her life.” I explained as I set the coffee table down by the TV.
“She did what any desperate, gold-digging woman would do. And since she cares little-to-nothing about your daughters, I think she only wanted kids so you’d stay with her longer and it would lower the chances of getting a divorce. She really thought this through.” I added as I rolled the vacuum to the rug, unraveling the cord and plugging it into the wall before going back to the vacuum and pressing the button to lean it back. “I mean, its just a guess.” I shrugged before turning it on.
While I vacuumed the rug, Mr. Irwin sat on the couch in deep thought. I can’t believe he never noticed it before. She treats him like shit, yet he still buys her expensive things that she doesn’t deserve. She’s a witch. When I was done and put the vacuum away, he spoke up.
“C'mere.” He said and held out his arms, beckoning me over to him. I did as I was told and stood in front of him. He patted his lap. “Sit.”
I turned to my side and sat on his lap, but he turned me to face him and pulled on of my legs to the other side of him so I was straddling him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer so our bodies were pressed together and rested his head on my chest. My heart jumped in my chest and I smiled, reaching my hands up to play in his hair.
We’d make a cute couple.
“Why didn’t I see it before? Of course she only wants me for my money. She’s hardly ever put any effort into this marriage. In the eight years we were married, we’ve only celebrated our anniversary 6 times. She’s forgotten my birthday a couple times, she’s only ever remembered the girls’ birthdays twice…Jesus. I feel so stupid for not seeing it before.” He vented.
“You’re not stupid, you’re just forgiving. You’re nice and you looks past peoples’ flaws. Shauna’s the prime example of that, since she has three shiploads of flaws.” I spoke up, and he chuckled. “That trait is both a blessing and a curse. You’re a kindhearted person, but you let people walk all over you.”
He lifted his head up from my chest to look at me. “You’re absolutely right.” He agreed. He stared in my eyes for a moment before a small smile came across his lips. “I wish you were closer to my age.” He mumbled, glancing at my lips. I felt his large hands travel down to my ass and he gave it a squeeze before he rested them. He brought his lips to my ear. “Then my thoughts about what I wanna do to you wouldn’t be so wrong.” He whispered before placing a kiss behind my ear.
To say I was turned on would be an understatement. If I was wearing a skirt, and not denim shorts, he would’ve definitely felt me heat up down there. He kissed along my jawline until he got to my lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Malia.” He whispered lightly, as if he was saying it more to himself. “I’ve wanted you for so long…” He confessed before he gently attached his lips to mine.
I felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. We kissed softly and slowly. His hands traveled up to my back and he held me tightly. He slid his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss, and played around with mine. He tilted his head to the side more to deepen it even more, as if he couldn’t get enough.
Soon, he turned to the side and laid me down on the couch gently, settling in between my legs. He broke the kiss and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me.
“What?” I whispered, wondering why he stopped.
“The kids are distracted by a movie.” He whispered back, lightly trailing his finger tips over my slightly exposed stomach. “We have about an hour and a half left to ourselves.” He added, leaning down to press kisses all over my neck. “I can do so many things to you in that amount of time.” He moved one of his hands down to rub me over my shorts, pressing down hard enough for me to feel pleasure. “Depends on how far you want me to go, princess.”
I’ve made up my mind before we even started whatever we started. I want this man to take me. All of me.
“Go as far as you want, Sir.” I whispered, moaning a little bit also.
He chuckled darkly and began kissing down my chest, pulling the top of my white V-neck down, along with my bra, to expose of my boobs. He bit his bottom lip and placed his mouth on my nipple, sucking it gently. He ran his tongue over it and it sent a shock through me that went straight down my heat, causing me to buck my hips up to his abdomen. He looked up at me and smirked.
“So eager. You like that, princess?” He said in a low voice.
“Yes, Sir.” I moaned softly.
He sat up and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up. I sat up and lifted my arms so he could get it off of me. Shortly after, he reached behind me and unhooked my bra, pulling that off of me as well and he tossed it somewhere. He did the same with his shirt and reconnected his lips to mine, kissing me rougher this time. He grabbed my boobs and squeezed them harshly before kneading them and I let out a small moan into his mouth.
He moved his hands down south and unbuttoned my shorts, sticking his hand inside of them. He rubbed me over my panties, eliciting a small moan from me, before deciding he couldn’t wait any longer and quickly pulled my shorts and panties off of me. Now, I was fully exposed in front of him and he was eying me as if I was his prey. He was biting his lip furiously.
He quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down his legs. The hard-on he had was so prominent in his boxers and damn, it was impressive. He dropped his boxers and my eyes widened at his size.
He. Was. Hung.
“Oh god, I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He said darkly and seductively, sending another pleasuring sting to my heat.
He got back on the couch and stroked himself, using his other hand to open up my legs again. He put his tip against my heat and gently rubbed it on my clit, both of us letting out a small moan. And that’s when it hit me.
He doesn’t know that I’m a virgin.
I can’t tell him now. It would kill the mood and he wouldn’t want to do it anymore. I really want this, probably more than he wants it. I decided to keep my mouth shut about it. Besides, how bad could it hurt?
“You’re so excited for me, princess. So wet for me. You want my cock buried inside of you, princess? Hm? Is that what you want?” He teased as he continued to rub his tip against me.
“Y-Yes, Sir. Please, please fuck me.” I begged.
He chuckled darkly and leaned down so our faces were inches apart. “You look so good when you beg for me, princess.” He whispered before shoving all of himself inside of me, making me scream out.
It was out of pure pain, but he took it as immense pleasure. He growled and began thrusting into me relentlessly, groaning loudly.
“Oh, shit your pussy feels so good around my cock baby. You’re so good, so wet.” He moaned.
Tears began streaming down my cheeks and he couldn’t see, since his eyes were closed. He leaned down and bit my neck, nibbling on it, undoubtedly leaving a mark. He increased his pace and his moans got louder, the sensation probably taking over him. He sat up and threw his head back in pleasure, grabbing my sides and pulling me to him, holding me as he fucked me. I was still in pain, but it was gradually fading and being replaced with pleasure.
“Oh, S-Sir.” I moaned loudly when I felt a particular thrust that was nothing but pleasure.
From then on, it was all pleasure. No more pain. I held onto him tighter and he went harder, pulling his head back to look at me. When he saw the tear stains on my cheek, he immediately stopped and his face filled with concern.
“Did I hurt you, princess?” He asked worriedly, using his thumb to wipe them away.
“No.” I lied. “It just f-feels so good.”
His expression was soon replaced with relief and he bit his lip, beginning to thrust again. He slid one hand in between us, keeping the other arm around around me, and began rubbing my clit with his thumb. I let out a loud groan and threw my head back, keeping my hands on his shoulders as he fucked me mercilessly. Soon, I felt a knot building up in my stomach.
“S-Sir, I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum…” I said breathlessly.
“Go ahead and cum, princess. I’ll go easy on you this time.”
Almost as soon as he said that, my orgasm crashed onto me and my legs began shaking uncontrollably in immense pleasure. I let out moan after moan and he ground against me to ride my orgasm. I was out of breath and he leaned his forehead on mine.
“But next time, I won’t be so easy…” He whispered before pulling out and releasing a heavy groan as he spurted white ribbons of his warm cum onto my stomach.
I gots a question! how's Hellsing, Millennium, Iscariot's reaction of doing the do? -eye brow wiggles-
Oh my~ Alrighty anon, I did this as a mix sort of - thoughts as well as some fluffy cuddling since I wasn’t sure exactly what “reaction” meant, though let me know if you want something different :) Wrote the descriptions with “you” this time. And I apologize for not being able to make every reaction gender-neutral/giving the “partner” a certain sex.
He would allow himself to get lost in you for just a little while, enjoying the aftermath of the encounter and fading away to another place for a while, forgetting what he was, who he was, and how he was.
Seras would immediately take this act as something more than just intimate, but as a promise. From this point on, you and here would be together. Sex to her was a scary thing, so the fact that she did this with you is something of a sign of actual love.
She would not make a big deal out of it at first, but would secretly cherish your time together. She would think about it a lot and want to experience it again, not just for pleasure, but for the bond that was created from it.
He’d prefer cuddling with you on top, loving the feeling of your weight on him as he held you. He was rather perverted, yes, but he the time still meant something to him, especially since it was you.
Walter would not be the most affectionate afterwards, though would be willing to cuddle of course. When you fell asleep though, is when he’d actually showcase his love with light touches as he though about the significance of what just happened.
It’s official now, you’re the Major’s and this act has cemented it. Not the most sentimental type, the Major won’t being expressing any sort of love proclamation, but he will be certain to remind you of your role in his life. That sounded really creepy but it’s hard not to be with the Major.
The Doctor is really into body-worship due to his love of the human body, so expect him to throw compliments at you and keep wanting to touch you after the deed, being absolutely enamored with your body.
The Captain would probably end up falling asleep snuggled up to you, no matter how many times you’ve committed the act and no matter how rough it was. He’ll lay on top of you even, resting his head on your stomach as he falls asleep in your embrace.
Things would be pretty nonchalant and she wouldn’t treat it as a big deal. You two would doze off, messing up the bed space as tossed and turned, but always managed to hang onto each other.
Expect lots of giggling and silly touches after the intimate act. Schrodinger would still make this serious event silly, bopping noses and snuggling up to you with this enthusiasm.
She takes this seriously, so you better too. Now that you two have bonded this way, expect an even deeper need for attention from you. She will want to be with you more after realizing how close you two truly are.
You would need to push if you want to cuddle, considering he’ll just turn around and sleep or smoke. Nonetheless, he’s up for it; don’t believe his whining and teasing - he actually wants to.
For whatever reason, Luke prefers to lay on your lap after sex and give you gentle touches and kisses in random places, loving to mess with your hair as you mess with his.
Tubalcain embarrassingly enough is rather tired afterwards and wants nothing more than to fall asleep. He enjoys using you as a pillow, resting his head on your shoulder, collar, or chest as he quickly falls asleep.
If somehow you were able to convince Anderson to do the act, I hope you cherish it since it probably won’t happen again. He may even be angry with both himself and you for a while for giving into the weakness, though he won’t regret it, which is the most frustrating part of it.
He’d flip his shit for a while. As bishop, he felt he was betraying his duty, but at the same time was looking forward to the next time he could be with you. Everything was so confusing for him. Unlike the others, however, he’d go right ahead and sweep you up again, deciding that he wasn’t going to fight this and he deserved you
Like Anderson, if this were to occur, count yourself lucky, since she probably wouldn’t do it again. Believe me, she’d struggle with the desire to do so, but would fight it. She may even break up with you out of frustration, but just be patient with her.
Another tragic love here. Heinkel would disappear before morning broke through, leaving you alone. They’d just be gone and a lot of searching would ensue where a confrontation would occur. They weren’t restrained by any religious role, but nonetheless were confused, maybe even scared by how close they were becoming.
There you are dear anon, hope you like it and I hope you thought everyone was in character ;) I am so freaking sappy.