Cardin And Faunus Labour

Cardin and Faunus Labour

Velvet Scarletina: Please sign our Faunus Labour Petition? Cardin Winchester: Go away, rabbit, I don't have time for this.

Velvet blushes but refuses to give up: Sir, please. Just a minute of your time?

Cardin getting frustrated: Bitch, who said you could touch me?

Velvet grabs Cardin's massive biceps: Don't you want to help the Faunus?

NAAAHH!

Cardin: I want the Faunus to work HARDER! Velvet flushes and sweats: Sir?

Cardin: I want them Scrolls made CHEAP!

Velvet gasps and clutches at the front of her shirt as it grows more translucent with sweat: What?

Cardin flexes his muscles: Put their squirrely hands to WORK!

Velvet goes cross-eyed as she stares at Cardin's perfectly sculpted body: Oh my God ~!

Cardin then steps close to Velvet and pushes his burnished pecs into Velvet's nose: Dust mines? I call that a mineral bath.

Velvet squeaks and futilely tries to push Cardin away: Sir~!

Cardin slams his hand into the wall beside Velvet's head: Fact that Dust ain't gonna mine itself.

Velvet squeals and uses her long bunny ears to cover her eyes: Sir!

Cardin tips Velvet's chin up and forces her to look into his eyes: Let the wage match the race.

Velvet grabs Cardin's wrist but is unable to look away and moans helplessly at how wet her shorts are becoming.

Cardin leans in and forces Velvet flat against the wall: In fact, don't pay them at all.

Velvet sobs as Cardin leans into her ears and whispers: Just do it.

Velvet leans back against the wall and hoarsely whispers: Please, think of the orphans ~!

Cardin pins Velvet's hands against the wall and luxuriates in the scent of her femininity mixed with desire and a hint of wet rabbit fur: What are they going to do, tell their parents?

Cardin then brushes the back of his knuckles across Velvet's tear-stained cheeks: If they strike? We strike. Them. Back.

Finally, unable to deny the ache in the pit of her belly and the noiseless buzz in her head, Velvet springs up and wraps her lithe body around Cardin's: Actually, the petition is FOR FAUNUS LABOR!

Cardin grins, grabs a handful of Velvet's buns, and throws her screaming over his shoulder: Well then, I'm gonna work you all night long!

Was thinking about how Adam and Eve betrayed God in a Garden and how Jesus's tomb was in a Garden.

And how that makes the story come full circle.

Cause life was given in the Garden but then Adam and Eve chose death, and then Jesus chose Death so life could be once again be given in the garden through his resurrection.

And I don't know what to do with this

Cardin's Nights Out

Cardin never really stayed out and made it a point to return to Beacon after a late night in the city. However, whenever Cardin fails to return to Beacon, his teammates notice that it usually happens after CRDL gets into a fight with a girl in Beacon.

Coco Adel: Coco knocks him out with her purse after she overhears Cardin's racist remarks about Velvet to his teammates. Cardin then wakes up unable to feel his arms and legs, cozy and comfortable in a luxuriously soft bed, and watching Coco in her underwear fixing her makeup before a tall standing mirror.

Nora Valkyrie: Cardin pushes Jaune into a locker. Nora punts Cardin into oblivion with her hammer. Cardin then wakes up to the smell of burnt milk and finds himself in a kitchen destroyed by Nora's attempt at breakfast. However, since Nora was wearing nothing but his shirt from the night before, Cardin can't bring himself to say anything about the damage.

Pyrrha Nikos: Cardin had not done anything to anyone that day, but that did not stop Pyrrha from dominating his team in another 4 v 1 fight. Cardin wakes up earlier than Pyrrha this time, and after his first cup of coffee, he spends the morning just staring at Pyrrha while she sleeps. Stretched out across the bed, red hair sticking to her face in damp strands across her unlined brow, and her sharp-edged, muscular body, like Aphrodite in Botticelli's 'Birth of Venus', covered only with more of Pyrrha's hair and the shameless contentment of satisfaction Jaune could not provide.

Cardin then leaves Pyrrha to sleep it off because even he finds the cuckolding weird as all hell.r

Sounds badass as hell.

One reason I’m a bit disappointed with Watts is I felt like he should have used Baritsu against James given he alludes to a Sherlock Holmes character

Dr. Watson wasn’t a wimp in the books it was stated he used to be an athlete

Better yet, Yang getting cocky tries to threaten him physically and he breaks out the fisticuffs with his rings acting like a form of electrified brass knuckles or something

First of all, you have not presented any solid, logical, and reasonable argument why we should limit the accessibility of firearms at all.

Second of all, there is NO solid, logical, and reasonable argument as to why we should limit the accessibility of firearms at all. Ultimately, whatever measure you propose to restrict access to firearms is predicated on your ability to enforce these measures and have people comply.

How do you have people comply? Guns. More specifically, the enforcers have guns while the people being enforced have no guns with which to retaliate.

The argument for any kind of gun control will always be that no one except certain people should have access to firearms.

It will NEVER mean ALL people should have no access to firearms because there will be a need to enforce laws and protect interests. These laws and interests are enforced and protected by firearms. The people who decide 'who will have access to firearms' will, of course, be the government since they are the people in power. That is already happening anyway with the gun control laws already in place.

Now if the people in power decide to stop protecting your interests, or worse, decide to send their guns to take away your interests, guess what? You have nothing with which to protect yourself. Imagine the June 6 Insurrection on your doorstep and you have nothing but your self-righteous indignation to protect you against the Trump supporters on the way to lynch your trans kids.

But if you are armed, you become a harder target. Sure, you may be overwhelmed in the end by the power of the state. However, you will be taking bodies with you, and the government is ultimately comprised of cowards. That's why cops will arrest law-abiding citizens but do nothing against well-armed criminals and gangsters. That is why cops are now enforcing Twitter laws instead of law and order on city streets.

Sure, every constitutional amendment can be amended. How are you gonna enforce it? Do you have an army with guns? No? Then you should STFU.

What is the argument for allowing assault rifles which are designed for mass murder and not simply limiting weaponry to a standard pistol - for self defense alone in one's home? Freedom of choice? Nonmonopoly? Variety? Right of the vendor?

Ironwood didn't ask for the Young Schnee Heiress, yet here she was, sitting in what could only be called strings, teasing him yet again. Well, he liked the desk, but he liked fucking Weiss even more, if it cost him a new desk and a dozen noise complaints, he would accept it. Especially if she kept calling him Daddy!

The desk's legs creaked and moaned under the intense stress of two bodies crashing against it. The pale cheeks of the Schnee heiress's young body slapped against the wood, as General Ironwood pounded into her hard and fast

"Daddy! Fuck me daddy!" She squealed. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, nails digging into his back.

Ironwood's cock was being squeezed and massaged by her tight pussy in more ways than he could ever imagine. How in the hell did he not do this sooner?

"Cumming!" he groaned in her ear. Pounding into her as hard as he could, the desk's legs SHATTERED completely, the weight of the two lovers collapsing it

Weiss huffed and panted into Ironwood's neck. He had filled her up so full and good, she might just get addicted. Nuzzling into his cheek, she moaned

"A-again...?"