DEDICATED TO thisisnotcamden :X
One day Conorina Oberst was sitting in her room, at her dressing table, brushing her long pretty hair.
"Woe is me," said Conorina, "my life is so sad."
Her mother over-heard and came in the room (lole!).
"Do not be sad Conorina. Why don't you go ride on your pony. She always likes it when you ride her."
Okay, said Conorina and went out to the stables.
Conorina approached her horse Carla.
"Carla, why do no boys like me?"
Needless to say horsey!Carla did not reply.
"The only one that even look in my direction is that grimey Pete kid. He stares at me, ever so much. I don't like him very much though. He is a bit of a wanker. And he always smells like crack."
Conorina wrinkled her nose. Carla whinneyed.
"You're the only one I can rely on Carla. All the other girls...they're too busy wrapped in their own horses and dont want to spend time with lonely little me. How about we go for a trot in the woods?"
Carla merely pawed the ground and tossed her mane in a sassy way, ribons interweven in the smooth glossy strands.
Conorina and Carla rode through the forest. Conorina sometimes liked to sing pretty little songs while riding her horse. This one she had made up herself. It went I WILL BE PURE, KNOW I WILL BE PURE, LIKE SNOW, LIKE GOLD, LIKE SNOW, LIKE GOLD. They reaches Saddle Creek then, the little watering hole were Carla would have a drink while Conorina had a swim (nude!) Conorina was just finishing her song, a nice little acapella ending "I WIIIIILL BE PUUUUUURE LIKE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD" when SUDDENLY! a man jumped out from behind a bush. the man was...BARRY NICHOLSON????????
"You won't be pure any longer m'am"
And with that, another man popped up. He was wearing glasses. He had nice conditioned hair. He was holding a camera. Needless to say, this man was Andrew Kendall. A flash fired, the virginal pure feminine body of Conorina Oberst was caught of film (most likely to be sold to the NME later on).
And the next thing Conorina found out was she was lying on the ground, Carla looking rather distressed (her mane hadnt been combed in an hour) and the men were no where to be seen. All that was left was a note saying "You asked for it with those big dij shou eyes of yours". Blood was coming from her butt.
Conorina wept. WHY DOES EVERYONE RAPE ME, she thought. WHY CANT THEY JUST LOVE ME. Conorina got up, brushing down her My Little Pony dress, wiping her mouth further smudging her pink glittery lipgloss. THIS CANT GO ON ANY LONGER, though Conorina. I WILL RISE ABOVE THIS.
And so Conorina decided to be man so she could be free from the opression that struck her as a pretty female than men liked to rape. She went on to become a prolific song-writer (i love you lucy). She was never free of the rape however. Little did she know, that years later as a he, she would come across the scruffy Pete Doherty who still had some very strong intentions on what he wanted to do to her/him.
terrylicksboots is my fave character on albion_rpg i think? (yes i will keep linking that every entry)
ladyknight3 you owe me two bad!fic Harry/Draco links, yes? Send em over soon plz. I dont care how excited you are by Daniel Vickerman.
Also, friendly friends, think up msn usernames for me, k? People want me to come online (hahahaha) but i hate my other account.
ALSO, DOES SOMEBODY WANT TO MAKE ME A LAYOUT? Kellie knows i love this one a lot, but i dont really watch QE anymore and I'd really ♥ a nice Libertines one. hello friendslist ;;) i will send you any mp3s you want/write you fic/bake you cookies/take pictures of my breasts for you ;;)
Anyway, I am off! Am expected at Luce's in 15 minutes for Vietnamese eatering/movie-going and sleeping over-ing so shall be back tomorrow sometime. Dont have too much fun without me :X
"Woe is me," said Conorina, "my life is so sad."
Her mother over-heard and came in the room (lole!).
"Do not be sad Conorina. Why don't you go ride on your pony. She always likes it when you ride her."
Okay, said Conorina and went out to the stables.
Conorina approached her horse Carla.
"Carla, why do no boys like me?"
Needless to say horsey!Carla did not reply.
"The only one that even look in my direction is that grimey Pete kid. He stares at me, ever so much. I don't like him very much though. He is a bit of a wanker. And he always smells like crack."
Conorina wrinkled her nose. Carla whinneyed.
"You're the only one I can rely on Carla. All the other girls...they're too busy wrapped in their own horses and dont want to spend time with lonely little me. How about we go for a trot in the woods?"
Carla merely pawed the ground and tossed her mane in a sassy way, ribons interweven in the smooth glossy strands.
Conorina and Carla rode through the forest. Conorina sometimes liked to sing pretty little songs while riding her horse. This one she had made up herself. It went I WILL BE PURE, KNOW I WILL BE PURE, LIKE SNOW, LIKE GOLD, LIKE SNOW, LIKE GOLD. They reaches Saddle Creek then, the little watering hole were Carla would have a drink while Conorina had a swim (nude!) Conorina was just finishing her song, a nice little acapella ending "I WIIIIILL BE PUUUUUURE LIKE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD" when SUDDENLY! a man jumped out from behind a bush. the man was...BARRY NICHOLSON????????
"You won't be pure any longer m'am"
And with that, another man popped up. He was wearing glasses. He had nice conditioned hair. He was holding a camera. Needless to say, this man was Andrew Kendall. A flash fired, the virginal pure feminine body of Conorina Oberst was caught of film (most likely to be sold to the NME later on).
And the next thing Conorina found out was she was lying on the ground, Carla looking rather distressed (her mane hadnt been combed in an hour) and the men were no where to be seen. All that was left was a note saying "You asked for it with those big dij shou eyes of yours". Blood was coming from her butt.
Conorina wept. WHY DOES EVERYONE RAPE ME, she thought. WHY CANT THEY JUST LOVE ME. Conorina got up, brushing down her My Little Pony dress, wiping her mouth further smudging her pink glittery lipgloss. THIS CANT GO ON ANY LONGER, though Conorina. I WILL RISE ABOVE THIS.
And so Conorina decided to be man so she could be free from the opression that struck her as a pretty female than men liked to rape. She went on to become a prolific song-writer (i love you lucy). She was never free of the rape however. Little did she know, that years later as a he, she would come across the scruffy Pete Doherty who still had some very strong intentions on what he wanted to do to her/him.
terrylicksboots is my fave character on albion_rpg i think? (yes i will keep linking that every entry)
ladyknight3 you owe me two bad!fic Harry/Draco links, yes? Send em over soon plz. I dont care how excited you are by Daniel Vickerman.
Also, friendly friends, think up msn usernames for me, k? People want me to come online (hahahaha) but i hate my other account.
ALSO, DOES SOMEBODY WANT TO MAKE ME A LAYOUT? Kellie knows i love this one a lot, but i dont really watch QE anymore and I'd really ♥ a nice Libertines one. hello friendslist ;;) i will send you any mp3s you want/write you fic/bake you cookies/take pictures of my breasts for you ;;)
Anyway, I am off! Am expected at Luce's in 15 minutes for Vietnamese eatering/movie-going and sleeping over-ing so shall be back tomorrow sometime. Dont have too much fun without me :X