Electroluxe!, Chapter Three.
\>the cartoonish angry slant of her eye screens made you feel just as scorned as when your mother scolded you as a kid. \>didn't make it any less adorable. \>"and when i said that thought made me sick to my stomach, i meant whoever bought you.
Sunrise on a new planet...Pt2
Sunrise immediately began where he had left off, heaping scorn upon scorn at the council, and i realised he was a very eloquent speaker.
Feyrahl, SF Ch 3.3
But how fear holds me in its icy grip, lest scornful words from some fair noble's lip should wound me deep, and leave a lasting pain. so i hide deep in the forest's reign. poor ranger i, as shadows cling to me.
Acclimatized
Charmander now looked back on those days with scorn at his frail earlier self; his perception of agony and torment was, to him, just another sign of his former weakness.
Amaterasu is shamed...
.** ** atamerasu knows that issun will never understand why she subjected herself to the wrath of the bees, but she knows a goddess she must take the scorn, as well as the praise of those she
Korime
My consciousness was torn almost instantly from me, my last thought my glaceon's scornful look. i really hoped she survived.
The Jungle Book
Baloo's voice was gruff and scornful, and as he pointed at sherina his cock throbbed visibly, the foot-and-a-half length starting to actually grow erect. oh, _yuck_.
Ch 1 Falora, Part 1: Things to Come
He added dropping the tone of affection for one of scorn. "agreed" chorused the most of them.
The Lion King 2 1/2: Chapter 6 - Three's Company
Vitani grinned scornfully and pushed at her brother's side until she made him roll over on his back with a groan. none of them had expected kiara to suddenly join in, however.
One Dream Too Many the Second
Gazing up at the moon i made a silent prayer to a god that, up until that night, i had scorned. as i climbed wearily to my feet, i saw a water bucket just a little ways upstream.
Ignorance
Subverting everyone there to a mouthful of lies we have to realize that history not learned is history repeated, the dead mistreated those that spilled blood to teach us what to fight for and what to avoid their lives they paid crapped on and scorned
Poem #36: Where I'm From
I am from the old shoe box of memories that is now full to be made full over again because of my relocation of which i am scornful yet grateful.