#VERSE. ; INVINCIBLE II

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Starter Call 2.0 for a reunion starter

The halls of the ship seemed so barren without anyone else around. There had been another, but he had vanished at some point. He always disappeared and came back after fixing one problem or another. Time was relative. It meant nothing within the confines of this ship.

After detecting a source of life, reserve power kicked in and lit up the main passageway to the bridge. Once the life source entered, the panel began to glow.

A voice came from above, an uncannily familiar one.

"Welcome back, Captain."

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"Current ship status is..."

The sudden blaring of alarms surely answered the question on their own, but since they had been mid-report, it was necessary to complete it.

"Absolutely catastrophic."

Nothing was on fire, at least not in the immediate vicinity, and the shields were cast over the picturesque yet impractical viewing window. Surely, this would mitigate some damage. However, other parts of the ship could use the captain's attention.

Protocol designated that under such circumstances, the Head Engineer should be revived, but a slight hesitation occurred in the script. How odd.

started from here

The halls of the ship seemed so barren without anyone else around. There had been another, but he had vanished at some point. He always disappeared and came back after fixing one problem or another. Time was relative. It meant nothing within the confines of this ship.

After detecting a source of life, reserve power kicked in and lit up the main passageway to the bridge. Once the life source entered, the panel began to glow.

A voice came from above, an uncannily familiar one.

"Welcome back, Captain."

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The silence spoke so many words, the sound of nothingness becoming a bit of routine for them at this point, however, it wasn't like it hurt any less. Their fingers traced the metal frames of the ship, they were back again in this fucking cryotube.

Their fist comes into contact with the tinted glass before the pod opens up with a sharp sound and a familiar voice ringing in their ears.

Amari rests a hand on their head, groaning as a sharp pain travels up their spine to their head.

"C-Computer... what is the status... of the ship..?"

They likely knew the answer...

[violetmuses]

The Wolf - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Title: The Wolf - A. Aretas (Part II) ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: One target seems invincible until you cross his path. @nelo0wesker

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2025

“Hey. I'll be quick to give some advice. Don't start a fight whenever you see Armando. I'm still trying to help out.” Famous Miami Detective Mike Lowrey greets you for the first time in quite a while.

“Of course.” You nodded toward Mike and remembered showing common sense in public.

As you joined everyone this morning, Captain Rita Secada leads this briefing once Mike sits down with his partner and best friend Marcus Burnett.

Time passes once more and you leave with details on that future assignment, but Mike stands in this hall while talking on the phone.

“You good?” Mike whispered to the caller and your heart raced. “What? Damn, okay. Take it easy, all right? See you tomorrow.”

“Is everything all right?” You offered genuine concern when Mike hung up.

“Armando's out for the day. Dammit!” Mike shook his head and immediately left this precinct, upset.

*****

Mike also married this remarkable person, Christine, last year. The well-versed physical therapist eased Lowrey's shooting rehabilitation.

After returning to Miami for good, Armando Aretas stayed with Mike, his biological father.

“He's still in the guest room.” Christine whispered to Mike at home.

“Thanks, babe.” Mike kissed Christine's cheek and headed upstairs for his son.

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“Hey, it's me.” Mike carefully knocked on the guest room door.

“One second…” Armando seemed exhausted despite taking this shower to clear his mind.

Wearing this shirt and sweatpants, Armando emerged from that guest room. Nearly bloodshot eyes watched Mike across the short distance.

Lowrey knew this exact problem: Isabel's birthday marked the calendar.

“No pressure, but you can always talk to us, man.” Mike settled care. “Need anything?”

“Space.” Armando genuinely offered his own truth.

“Got you. I'll head back downstairs.” Mike stepped away and left his son, giving boundaries.

*****

The next day, you see Armando walking toward you, but his exhaustion is palpable enough to calm down this grudge. You know much better.

“Hey.” Armando greets you before sitting down at his desk.

“Sorry.” You've finally apologized, not even dramatic, though honest and brief.

“I understand.” Armando takes your word and moves on.

The future is mysterious, but your hatred no longer matters.

[blakesyang]

there literally is no proof that summer is actually dead and i will die on this hill. no one ever outright says she died. it’s always: “when she didn’t come back” (qrow in v7) “ruby’s mom left too” (yang in v2) “everyone you’ve taken from me” (yang in v8) “she was wrong too” (salem in v7) and now “from an invincible monster that took your mother” (ruby in v9). not only that, but summers verse in red like roses part ii is literally sung in present tense (“i wanna tell you that you’re all that ever mattered” / “want you to know that for eternity i’m shattered”). keep in mind, there is no body where her grave is. they all just assumed she left and died. assumed.

[lestweforget5]

Sunward I've Climbed

AO3 Link

Summary: A Tale of Friendship and, eventually, Love in the Skies over War-Torn Europe

When the United States began integrating women into military units before and, especially, after Pearl Harbor--and not just confining them to important but still auxiliary units--it was decided that heavy bomber squadrons were a good place to relegate some of these pioneering women. There was an early, misguided belief that American heavy bombers were 'invincible,' though this would quickly be proven wrong, especially for the 100th Bomb Group, which would come to be known as the "Bloody Hundredth."

Mildred Brady, better known to her friends as "Millie," was one of ten women assigned to the 100th and its 35 original crews when it flew from America to England in June 1943. Serving at Thorpe Abbots from the beginning until Black Week, she would survive nineteen missions before being shot down. From combating prejudice as she did her duty as a gunner and engineer to fighting to survive as a POW, she would find strength in friendship and a level of tenacity she did not know she possessed.

Rating: Teen (chs. 1-17); Mature (chs. 18-25)

The Sunward Verse

Quiet Amidst the Darkness

Summary: In which a sudden downpour leads to a quiet moment between Brady and Millie in the final weeks before Münster, a discussion about the future, and stolen kisses. September 1943.

Rating: Teen AO3 Link: Here

Sorrow Like Unto My Sorrow

Summary: In which Kenny--and Maggie--grapple with the fact that Millie will not be returning from Münster. October 10, 1943.

Rating: Teen AO3 Link: Here

Brothers Lost and Found

Summary: In which in a kinder world Millie, Curt, and Dickie are reunited after Regensburg, but sometimes it just takes longer or shorter. AU.

Rating: Mature AO3 Link: Here

Ghost in the Flesh

Summary: In which an afternoon discussion with Hoerr reveals to Millie a horrifying tale from their jump over Münster three months before. Late January 1944.

Rating: Teen AO3 Link: Here

The Lost, Found

Summary: In which, on a cold and gray afternoon, a miracle happens and John Brady finds one of his missing crew returned to him, but his engineer (and best girl) who parted from him in the cockpit of M’ll Zig Zig in the skies near Munster is not the same woman whom he meets in Barracks 8 three months later. January 1944.

Rating: Mature AO3 Link: Here

And Therefore I Have Hope

Summary: In which Kenny learns that Millie has indeed survived Münster and is a prisoner in Germany. December 1943.

Rating: Teen AO3 Link: Here

"A Hometown Hero: MIllie Brady"

Summary: A retrospective article published on Millie Brady by the press in Laurel, Maryland, following the release of Apple TV's new show, Masters of the Air.

Rating: Teen AO3 Link: Here

The Long Shadow

Summary: In which Millie looks to determine the fate of Flight Lieutenants Butler and Shaw, the RAF officers who helped her on the journey from the Dulag Luft in Frankfurt to Stalag Luft III. March 1949.

Rating: Teen AO3 Link: Here

But I Can Carry You!

Summary: In which Millie nearly loses her life to the claws of a violent dog years before World War II and years before meeting the people that will define the rest of her life. Summer 1939.

Rating: Teen AO3 Link: Here

Thanks to @basilone for the screencap.

[jgroffdaily]

Karan Soni and Jonathan Groff to Lead Rom-Com Movie ‘A Nice Indian Boy’ [Exclusive]

Directed by Roshan Sethi, ‘A Nice Indian Boy,’ which will begin shooting later this month is a rom-com about changing traditional norms and pursuing a life of happiness

Deadpool star Karan Soni and Mindhunter star Jonathan Groff are all set to lead the gay rom-com movie, ‘A Nice Indian Boy’ for Scythia Films and Levantine Films.

The film will be directed by Roshan Sethi based on a script written by Eric Randall. ‘A Nice Indian Boy’ will begin filming on May 29, 2023, in Vancouver, BC, Canada, and will take just three weeks to officially wrap up on June 23, 2023.

‘A Nice Indian Boy’ is a contemporary tale about Indian marriage in the 21st century. The protagonist, Naveen Gavaskar (Karan Soni) is aware of his parents' expectations of him and his sister. They want them to profoundly respect their Hindi background, uphold all Hindi traditions, and, most significantly, exult in strictly Hindi marital ceremonies. This proves to be much more difficult for Naveen, who is openly gay in a culture where being gay can be tough. His parents want him to have a traditional Hindi wedding, but he worries he will never live up to their expectations. Naveen meets a white male, Jay (Jonathan Groff), whom he is attracted to and begins a relationship with. Despite his fear of introducing Jay to his parents, Naveen ultimately expresses his love for him and proposes in a dramatic fashion. The story is about changing traditional norms, having acceptance of who you are, and pursuing a life of happiness.

Tory Metzger is producing through Levantine Films, while Daniel Bekerman is producing on behalf of Scythia Film.

Karan Soni is known for starring as Dopinder in the Deadpool film. He will again reprise his role in the upcoming Deadpool 3 shooting at the end of this month. Karan is also giving voice to Spider-Man India in Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, which will release in theaters on June 2, 2023. Karan's acting credits include films such as Strange World, Trolls World Tour, Ghostbusters, Goosebumps, Pokémon: Detective Pikachu, Office Christmas Party, and many more.

Jonathan Groff is an award-winning actor known for the Netflix series Mindhunter in which he portrayed Holden Ford and Frozen and Frozen II where he voiced Kristoff. He recently appeared in M. Night Shyamalan's Knock at the Cabin, Netflix series, Lost Ollie, and The Matrix Resurrections. He is also set to appear in a mysterious role in the upcoming season of Doctor Who. His acting credits also include Hamilton, Glee, Invincible, and many more.

[libidomechanica]

“A dozen men shall”

A ballad sequence

               Stanza I

You heare. That is a warm room, the     blue moon was old hopes in Vermont not for the abyss of     science: Lady Blanche. As

he went to his trayne. And I. I     love you that lay about then other. Loves and caves! Who could     love you because I drink

a drop in. With thee better become     and brave, how often fineness complaining, her Notes     in at their end know the

hart, hind, and leads in control. They     were, pitied would ask less welcome: not win; with two tame leopards     could danc’d among the

pen the expected, where I leaves     so gaily threescore years ten since to lose my honest man     feasted with patience, and

woe, they might sweet a flowes, and     praises worn as also carry me to liue in Sorrow     come fine tincture laid

invincible, and the blue fly sung     in a mirror, and soul, the lake liquid treble of late:     o God, thrown: he, who rapt

in his headpeace with shee thou in     love us, play with thee, that I do confesse, who should thine     thou drawes the waves rolling

bed! Wherein, that it is     impossible, and two dearly lighthouse because you. The fruits     vnfit. For Kings add a curse,

blesse ware; thus to dight, thy sacred     coat? A dozen men shall be done that starting-place but in     my woes with their falshode

more dark as night: but my name and     the never sung for the little regarden wears; dropt for     truth; beareth all is recall’d

as we. Their heire, enough for     one is not thy vertue is flat since whan the whole of light and     falls. So much easier

to thee: make coffee Black and circle,     th’other in his chere the marble somethinks with you     cannot fry. Not behave

itself sees not so trouble, arm’d     with all is not her death his love. Fruit would he had force,     thundering the child, if more

of fraud robd thee most fresh bending     me, know the false fire in his bill, he hole, ’ would love you I     lost infernall crow: the

bed a shall her vogue has twa     sparkling rice, or could make hold that thirsty milk! It is     impossibly escapes, we

prompting: not then, in hue the bloom     to groan to play no more the fire without shore, our own flesh     as we paced, I hung till

my good reason: Thus girls’ dormitory,     the weary, he cometh not be mended: so conteck     soone by concord mought

see perch’d all its art, verse, sound I     heave my body. Of faded for greedie gouernaunce. My time, if     not sweet Memory yet.

               Stanza II

Who will we saw, slow perfect is     close by his transient veil her o’erword aye, she too; for in     your large preceptive, pervious,

impervious, we are grate     dry! Hard by, made things, Maker’s on the dark as yonder why     should be our luxury!

               Stanza III

To read, we are one for your scull?     Unmanned me: then quak’d, the waves and for meanes, but the spoke,     and leave my pretty one,

would tell me from just; till all fame     his was the whole; its range of pity, its bark more by thy     pure loue and future. They

first love men, the bitter orange     of his fierce could warned women: but what see me a face, I     have drawn, because I drink

deep, wide-eyed morn about thro’ the     Mill warmth of wrong. Now, while both his power; your weak should     corrupting. Melissa, with

patience that writes of perfect is     come to thinking on the others steade, and eddied into     the east, nor that might rising

stepped good nightly to all, at     all sorts of grace. The quest, a thin fineness compensated     size: beside it, and

heart like to me. To cadence within     nor calm around me, singing connected all is reckon’d     none to sleep might sweet,

more white rose and heart now nill be,     no others, and be gay, rage, rage again Love! Some questions     are what ends prompt in a

garret wind is death’s the radiant     eyes fierce teach heaven’s employ? Cast upon the most impossibly     escapes, we are

left her side, and as a tunnel.     Whole world was moving in the fools; he charming Chloe, charming     Chloe, charms my whole

neighborhood still sing thy stores’ account     of some lips to use in my arm in your Academe,     o sister then gan his

bas-ket did he well? That a dusty     answer, we would not wander from God’s like old stone: a     woman ripened earlier,

and stars, through you are covered     with that wisdom oft has washed its harvest. Do not disdaines     and learne heart alone,

but we had but she flies, the flat,     wet gold of the gable- wall. More speak; it fall in     I love weigh: she tall grass.

               Stanza IV

That would that liuing the star-sister.     Ah Sun-flowers were too quiver’d with fields on for my Jeanie.     Near the season, the

Three this case, would make than we set     her sight! The world the door. Harsh kissed kisses, and blow, At those     that which sourly robs from

that pen doth dwell, rich in the Chekhov     story, the Gem was full voice of one delight, that should     Fate avenges arms Shirúeh

with you all out of beauty     composed lets falling in three in one? I do not long their     music, worthlesse thee what

Meg o’ the Mill has gotten, an’     ken ye how amber throat should make it that did admit no     shadow? And Humbleness

complexion lack. But when thee—     beholding thoughts as fit like rain, clinging on the army-surgeons     made me is inflame

my fire; for warning had the abyss     of science in. And charming Chloe. Kiss by kiss I     cover fresh bending silver

leaf, the sandy shore and so     highest place bends that I shoulders cannot loves and futurity;     then, in hue the

steps of her finding all the Lycian     custom, spoke, not then sweet sound o’er witness of the     Three of the Lord of Love.

               Stanza V

Well, and Humbleness growth, and of     leisure. Which doth half betray how shall but fire sparks, pardon     it. Coming out a

strawberry, or understand. But bless     thy airy flight of shepheards swaine. I couldn’t risk my blood. Leap     in their cups they keep a

blackness being on here. That ends     promove: for Kings add a curse, and led by the sharply     crystalline; since they wander

female evil tempteth my lab’ring     staid night. Half-blotted by your name I am nothing     of the glorious peece.

               Stanza VI

You had to piece of his senses?     And bye The Shah was as wooden membered you. Far, far too     dangerous darling, and

bay, sands, rose, grapes or cherries in     Vermont not for thee. I choose, I sawe in thee—on the other     praise, that it was like

of the grey cheek, and then followed     cake, and the sharp tempers may not tell, to find it is harm’d,     which physical refraining

is a letting at my angel     of the stalk and forgiven; for, taste and yet to where     yet withheld him from you,

light, and yet God wote, such a truth;     receives? An’ she has twa sparkle forms makes verse, music-maker  ��  now; that I kept her

arches of light it just bear this     king seal close by his should Fate sic pleasure; too long, after     her should answer, we would

under arches the purpose noble     their mayntenaunce. Murmured that I should ye have, life’s dearly,     and decided to

get and gan his devoured the     bats, when the rest; and all burn and sound, arise of sunset     in sad, cheerful army.

               Stanza VII

With the cause these and that I would     the bush; an’ she sawe a shole of the great bases for     long date. Because it with

barrenly pegs; and, lawd, how court’     she answered. The hire, when I am brent in the spare Arm-     chair blue moon, and if wee

would not wish: but, ah, Desire,     and protesting early, and judge of the cause he too     barbarous isles, and then other

side of Beauty’s fables that     gentle into that is impossible and frantic-mad     with us! The Dells through

wise disgust, for two count of soür     ale some season, from me be vanish’d, till my good, eke cherish:     she counsels, which done,

thus ouerspred with my laurel crow:     the rocks, alone? But that I have been so that white hills round     rippled by bed in their

rest, as he began the fields to     night, in prison: My genitals I feel the joy of my     old age haue it to me

alone of Melrose rise in     memory of unkissed with great care, and help it, despair,     while there fixed become sound.

Sweet Communion to heare with eyes     I love you that was bedded? The children’s employ? And aspire     to me as an angel

in a clapping moon, and haughtiest     little regardens: the loneliness, no, not least, she     carved thro’ the Mill was gone?

               Stanza VIII

And cozenage; appraises, for     an empty hull, and gave me your lawns, of twenty summer     night is yet, all say, the

who have lived the doors old footsteps     trod they, as pitying hys heauinesse, what love, and that mean     falling. He met an old

old woman coloure donne: for we     two, I listen and dances, of all my loue refineth,     o birds flie, that sadness

they fled, the king here, transmuted,     who fare like any other doth dwells; couldn’t risk my blisse. Name     her Willy. An’ ken ye

white as swan or snow, wind aloof     the pain be mine he too; he cleft me, both to each other     will worthlesse that line, dearest

bands untwining? Because it’s     been den then she tried into purgatory to leap the     hour to get that beauty.

The false Foxe, for my Jeanie. She     said, but loves worse fault, ambition, poor pretty finger pressure     of range of hermit

Age might know how the Raven, If     I taste it once, this Oasis, lapt in thy smokie fire with     our flocks from Ill, there crept.

               Stanza IX

But now that hath she none that fresh     with its hinges creak’d; the welth and tuneless brought: desire,     and louely hands have

a planets: other will lo’es dearest     Lady, pray the light, because the service, none tell. Wooing     with ample awnings

show and small loue refineth, o     birds do confesse their heads into that which them with desire,     and glean your mound where,

and thou, or wak’st thou laughs for your     Academe, o sister. This worthlesse quiet and fast, father,     that with his awkward

flair rare soul, outstrips man, foundress     the world ends a bee shut me still by your kirtle, and wouldst     my sweetly she broken

fence of Alpine hills, flung ball, whose     tickets: other man is starward long the bar stool, downing     stars ’light, old voice of things,

believe life’s dearly? Thou to some     foundation that Psyche, ’ I said, I am aweary,     he will be. Soules ioy, bend

not so free. From the sweete sight, the     outward his more or lessons for joy, and gone. ’ The Mill has     gotten. And that my

anguishing. What shee knewe well? And thus     I lead a life was Lady glancing mist, that Psyche’s daughter     when that’ she herself

in Neptune’s shirt forsworn. And     then the death; such colds the night drop of will fulfillment of     something. If loue that way

to the swallows’ perchandise,     outrival’d by that inward steak while she bestowest the crammed     fowl from that do search every

noon! Insults with holy while     both moon deck is dress. His inside it, and used thee, I am     falling Dart from its

measure have none! Not your arrow     channels of prejudice, discussed a doubt, but have sworn thee,     stella, while too quiver’d

wit do sing; draws, hopes and the glass,     alas! Than cozy, once travelled among their youth and that     have of Fortune’s shineth

so. I see what is impossible,     nor can integrity our eventide. And eddied     intent with him but naked

and know when when the World, and     take off my breast upon the lonelines, pissing, or     sell, which of the preaches.

               Stanza X

Of the littered by delight, and     great words I staid and my little sparely spent: for half     betray’d by thy press lying,

damon crimson from these? The     gable-wall. Clever faileth: but have a trentall sung by     hard the Ringlet restless

love depend on the prompt in her     longed forward your feats of the cometh not; love you is so     vex’d wit to his high as

heavier, his palms were less: some     odes I made him the bench of love you meane my tender to     feed my little as though

art’s blood. I do not know when misted     o’er thy glimmering in the Kirke pillours laid by art’s     hid causes are, and the

other. Hart, rend the moon was gone,     with his mother’s, yet what Meg o’ the Mill was both to each,     and two snowflakes a son.

               Stanza XI

God so wel the heart the city.     ’ We turn’d from Yugoslavia somewhile there once     love, even as well, a wounds break my children’s employ? Of     ground and fancies at the wind slept without calling—compared     with gnarled bark: for dinner,

let me passing in the world would     follow the Roman brows of Agripping over. The man’s,     if aught and go, though it: came the sedge, my sister. The cried,     all pale cheeks of this is not your scatter to one believes     it is the silly coward

the hands have come, she said she,     or the movie with every vulgar paper sat in the     winna come a match young sparrow, soon enough at thy wit,     further wise for our she destroy, or under female hands     full thought Aurelian, and

truth of dark. Or why should not so?     And Araby’s orient deep in contraction her, barter,     or smilde whereto, by all decay: if all wrong, and     statement I am holy filletings, we are between     they transistor to Long

John Nebel arguing home to     think to see those worth—compare, myself I do, doing to     the new rain rising steep; an’ she has twa sparkling round     its unexpanded but she falling and pulled the city.     If those through waters go,

come fine knack. And sounds strawberries.     For ought need we are amaz’d, but copy die. Which make faulte,     when the movie with humours such iouysaunce: the votive frigate,     soft aloft in his soul with you are those six hundred     veins. When love may bus-kets

and every my sweet debt of time.     Whichever slippers warming Chloe. In shining? And place     they presence and we as rich many wylde beastlyhead. Were     the sky is clasped between my fingertips but slave, the gods     he did wend, bearing absent,

but you—two days it was bedded     in the kindling lustre of range thickly we’ll undress     to one believe; or you could warned women were dead! The world,     and truth as I am? If I speak; it fades away, oh!     The many a fine upon

his Hand, not as a feverish     pulse each wit, for the blows coming fond fancies at the     flitting of a violin lasts into the murm’ring that     their sweet in glen the fountains my groans redouble world, two     name way? I come vnto the

yate fast asleep, protect them, so     the stretch out like an April old, and praise euen now lifts his     portrait in the distant caught of dusty answered. With laurel,     issuing, which they speech arise to fynd. Soldier too     much increasing evening

bed! Choose, I scorn. Two country; none;     if her young sonne of love wars … And my soul clenched crescent brows     of Agrippina. Which draws the discover, and take the     shoes. ’ Endeavour from the winds to a heart some ages had     no other sight of Spring

disdaines and Lovers are     wounds euen now lifts his sleeping hosts of a friend the death call,     while he clark he wants to heare with delight, suff’ring thorow     all your voice reverend pitie mee. And rot share a boy tugs at     hys back, and then I wake

to speak silent deep dost gives my     friend must reach time is now nill live some respect, however.     The swallows’ perch,—did you— because I don’t needeth all he     find something. Singing out of tinkling roguish een. When holding     brere: and evening now.

               Stanza XII

By the secret joys and spring dawn, when thro’ the     Mill hast. She said, Twill know when loud the gout. Whom Nature all my goods to dauncen eche one     for greedie gouernaunce, ne of the straying.

               Stanza XIII

I croak at him—and bitter, there sytten as well,     my tongue doth sweet forth eternal fate, so sweet society to dwells; couldn’t just a riddle     of shepeheardes outgoe, with a

love cometh not iaelous ouerspred with all their wont     to calls at three horse is love depend one in their charge, passen the hire, while day the Kaffir,     Hottentot, Malay, nor no day

hath taken, and a tone of Melrose rise in all     than our brow. Had those koi. More in the rose in ruin’d pride at all than our confesse, whom maids     by nights conceal’d, when the moment, gone.

               Stanza XIV

Somewhere lies a broken, I keep termly fires, when     I speak he bursts in labours for the Deuils stedde, that fullest breath, we took off her loving.     ’ The Mill was gone, again I am

aweary, aweary, I would understand. I     did trance is happen, the shoes! By twos and leasure of fraude: ne for to stream, I dream of     mind casting all their hinges! When I

and that I were such a weight, that ushers in this     metaphysician, Roman brows, with whom, how long thee with care; but we are you? Whose star-     fish in hottest Sommer season, the

roof, the blood was sloping the world ends a bee shut     in the mouse behind the air, the citizens’ applause with the circled till hope may win     thy compound shall life a mess I love

thee in all hope nor heart with her hose, and seal     forever once, for he was gone: shee set a-foot, but Thanks, if you welcome from you through to     the great assay with patience within

the Prince, and blow, ’mid their owne false Foxe, for friend must     Court a nymph doth ouercome one good Angell guided, but when misted in this that Sheba     yet. Yet with reason, there and you, and

O that is important ways. That their mayntenaunce,     made me sick, and men were as an old jockstrap. All for threes, as in their sphere; though the pearl-     gray light a message of those sand-paths.

               Stanza XV

For all holding talk with Maiesty.     Into your name, calling the expectation found, we are     those rare soul when their God

have both thy Beauty’s fabled, inside,     from thee; thus far for let me nothing though waters go,     come from all her voice of

ourself never the fowl from autumn     sky, and of the tubes and grew with us! Scorpio,     bad spide, we have been lost;

but ah! And frantic-mad within,     the body as we’re staues did I lead a life ends with scale.     Fluid, affections you

came that treats of the gentle into     his way to move She rolling in the minds of Beauties     ever. But one who I

am, now really does all I     know when it over young sparrow, loue might he deemed dearest     booke: what, a whole you cannot

contented with two tame leopards     could not without paints doth wake, they shall be said Cyril     very way before it

more be prophet, yet with her his     headpeace of that Psyche, and yet never bear’st thou dost fly:     if thou in the bedroom

blue eye look upon, and with her     thro’ Heav’n—his Eyes, and rolling bed! So that bassoon, my throat     she who see in all things.

               Stanza XVI

I would part, and peasant Joan and     me! Is dwarfed and skill reply! Some odes I made him spight, because     you standing their hinges

creak’d; the slavery my sweeter     melody, and remains sharp tempests of goings of     the air for long farewell!

               Stanza XVII

Their graves and cannot write to play     with any more. While I fled. But now head just bear, The point     of some shadow of sterling simple swaine. In a clapping     over against the Fire of mangled poison. Turn again,     we two of the time came.

When whatever moved; the blue,     betraying she did misse! The day; since whan the long thee fair and     in its thorny stem; an’ she saw with misgouernaunce, and florish     in flowres of lightning I’m sorry and truth before     and jewels five-words-long the

tow’ry mead she beguilde; if her     bridal morn now most she had, a Mirror bade he bringen     in euer take in this as a chinck: yet not love, and if he     cast a Tangle in thy side, or sell, which done, the Kidde mought     torch of day, the youngling.

               Stanza XVIII

I have to come. Then Lady dear.     While day the speed. Depend on Fortune’s shirt for feared the bedroom     blue night. Then home to

her bridal morning, with Melancholy     neck a rope he did marbles, bossed their gazing, came     to happy dream of light.

               Stanza XIX

Any other, the pallid and     then what she window-seat for verse, sound then what nought as they     didn’t love, Ay, fill the truth enlight of staircase end of Phoenix     buildest print more from

all them wends, none man; has his Embleme.     Night to speaks out of beasts, birds, stones of emptiness, not     making hand to that every turn from the sea, her make the     rain, clinging Heart, rich in

sight for the hill, so brimmed watching     to this, how sweet a flowers round about the pain … Do what     does not account I one moment after than their ray was     passing staid, striuing throat blossom’d

in a ditch doth not be my     dear, my Philly? ’ She has twa sparkling roof and that Psyche’s:     as well deuise was low, blow him from upper floors, old age     should Fate sic please address

us, and kept her worst! Me to     a twilight and a box of song, so masked, Madam, I love     in Fantastique Triumph, must be all men make they, what lock     and foresay. In things

beside the man your holy collect     said Cyril very where you learning: then I am     sad and if the great round swete Eglantine, and that sun their     false Foxe, for here shallop

by, or cast and hollow thereat     halfe aghast: and why sae sweet, all shepheardes outgoe, with all     fame his worldly souenance he must be all requests to come     on me; I didn’t bother.

And if they present my case, would     I not play they all decay: if all men, beckoning of     this twilight, I wrote this portrait in this way to mourners     beare and my bundles, make

but if flames o’er thy clears. But ah     false freely our eyes slit like a theater in the day     to wall, that we don’t so much good nature made him off this     lily from the breathed the

patents of a day was some small;     not the dream of a noble forms, like to mine things, and a     yellow-sailed boat was like a quest is; how you can resist     of sleep on the short then

tell that fought but envious hissing     again i, as ocean black and the mind the hall.     Temperament—let not trust, may yet be well as a fever, I’ll     tell vs that lay about

to takes the woman even     think upon, and smiling, fill my heart to Lady Psyche,     both lie so in Grecian mayde delight, with grain: Love is a     warm her left me brought me.

               Stanza XX

“A match ’twixt the cock sung for pay.     Near the bowers where the secular emancipation     of love you that of diamond

the stalk and feminine which     is almost. To see, and, forget not let me but ice-gravel.     Were that heart ungiven;

for the burned, burning star, her     eyes did the greene? She who give, the feature know, by Honours     Funeral. Lets fall in

love when gleaming for the mocking     me, but the sensual faults the air, her days, your name incess     judge of that lies in

this, like an April old, forget     not yet. Dying of the middle of shepheards, they hail the     fourth to say it is naked

stood and candlelight, and evening     while the preached? I’ll come hame to vaine the shade, nature have     voided all thing to be

pressure of Jealous Frenzy caught     it just popped for me, so that ushers in the morning, know,     but yet to the Stonehenge

simply nor left the Kidde to fynd.     Or something never side by side, and one side me is now     befal loves and so his

dreary, he come, that sweet in sad,     its bark more by the Kerke, weening to hit. Put purple gracious!     Her for me, There ingage,

those three words had cross’d: of him,     myself a lawful plea commenced a to-and-fro, so pacing     still call. In the heart

like an April daffodilly     her motherly care? To meet in sad, its steade, and yet made     for all the North with the

sad hours in thy fortune’s shine envied,     I, lessened in its thorn, with ease addressed outside thy     breaks and a’ the Mill lo’es

dearly? Sun-shaded in its chipped     all through-in my love, the row of stones, O eares thro’ the     dame that bring in fulnesse

freely flowers: but then to perfect     blisse which to the ring with a love me and the air and     cold winds that does them blossomed

up from your man’s, if you go     the moist earnestly I pitie to mine eye; who, hard enough     for you would and all the

golden Apollo, that is dress?     Is dwarfed and skill, your hands, sea-gulls, and walke another end     of their sphere it of bitter,

the tenth Muse, ten time. Love you     and the terrain around lanes more you who have lived the cunning     the morning person!

               Stanza XXI

Of day and snowy mountains my     groan for token. Your would that it is this is my wanton,     like falling through there be

knowledge is true as a catch. For     Stephanie sprained last green bay, sands, and be nothing morne fore-     see how fair, ’ said he, I

would know fully expectation     foul fault, ambition, I could we else. It seemeth sike strife     with a stairs into my

motherly care? Love weighs the earth     tears those that ole Ace down to chivalry: when love’s eye     is not so preuelie he peeped

out by violet-hooded Doctors!     From this head my bones; here lay twelve boat below my wrist, that     cliff-brow, on carpet-strings

beside your tiny infinity,     while kidding?—Lovely Fair, wee have thee better after     a stone, more look the coarse

smut of which Nature, lo! Nor stunted     squaws of West or worst disgrace; let folke orecharg’d with     the puppy’s breast done with

his cheek grow old age haue too much     with vntimely sleeping brightly and thro’ heaven, either     dimensions leaue too

resplendent surpassing o’re, She had     got about his brayne, lest eyes in times endureth all your     would that down, we become.

               Stanza XXII

Face look upon, and for euery     flowers, and beauty granted, upon his said, as Cupids     dart; ’tis the show’ry bow,

or a stones, and we sought; if this     twilight have some old nine when a boat and eu’ry part which     Amphions leaue too quiver’d

wit do search everything home the     pearly bought, art brought: desire greater rolled like the gusty     shade, nature, long and

into his warm, and People, and     then commenced a to-and- fro, so pacing till as of a     noble therefore you? After

that bases for joy, and     silvery koi swishing thy father will; for kisses were because     I run right and songs

never acquired, that roses     showed, thy cruell might, and learnt no more than all that at once from     my love, the Princessantly

awake. In time past, the Persian,     Grecian, painted, that sweet envelope; and we prophesy     in part, and so tall?

Thought may not be not, shall be my     day, which on this wits pierc’d to higher this as well-mouldering     absent, lovely heav’nly

books too oft inuoked you     call grasse, then, ’ said the bats, when love the while thou hast engross’d:     of him: when Beauty downe

hys packe a glasse he was carrion     can’t sleep’st me, and songs; for I, being once love were as     the puppy’s breast upon

thy sight! Time has twa sparkling     verse and tears, his sighs and evening, which doth not a theatres     benched crescent around

and read the world to speak, and     they must: so when what might have born against myself I’ll never     stoppeth their causes

are snow soon enough the pane; the     man; even the show’d; from me, bene shepeheards thoe: nought     those two stretch out like yon

cherry, cream? She dreary, he worldy     bliss: fie, pleasure of blisse which the dewy morn before     the bar stool, downing seas.

               Stanza XXIII

Nor will doe, as men of elder     with speeden hem all, no, not I. Is this—this clomb on his     rapes, we mought in his bed

like joy in men.—And chain-smoke     cigarettes despite thou hast me cried my brother! My sweet pride     of a woman. How might

steal, and Humbleness complaining.     Is this you see’st me safe in line from that, seeing Two who     draw profit while the wine,

when the sole spare, moste is, a foolerie.     When ’t is thy daynties in the blue because of this.     Lost a world they naked.

               Stanza XXIV

Tho opened his western bowers     of the morning my conditions: promise; fruit: if more, than     when Beauty bright Sunne gynneth

to forgot, and fancies too,     and all but follows Paris made, sure of my soul with disdain,     have possessed of the

squirrel of evil; rejoiceth     not be mended: so continue to light, art beating smile     upon my hard to sweete-

cruell might head bound with thee! I could     I not cold wind is death and laws Salique and sobbed, across     that down, we are than them

wends, none closed whatsoever crowed     from my within the laye: with my love, to bedward steal, and     that Soul-wasting each morning

roguish een. Secret, Good an     avenue of the bird, that talke with the golden-shafted     firm, the while, with vigour

friends—as thus, God of enormous     pleasured motional important to starve altered: I     am brent influence.

He could run no more gentle into     his way the genitals have of comfort and they still     the four cross’d. There and

strawberry do so they are above     ashes pierced the oldest print more they grieved at twilight and     duty clash! You off an

hour’s perfect the great: some found, I     sit a Bird accurst upon the green and sea? Air, we left     comes quicke, sicken from that,

by rysing moon, dost the blue weed-     flowery scene, just opening now. Once love the night’s gloom     of the thin fine knack. Wise?

Me as I am had rather     witt. And two bodies ruine sought in the Sun … I open your     mistress came: but each prove

than to entrap in the     Babylonian ware, and if I may rest, well-moulded, falcons     in the might steal, and weep.

               Stanza XXV

Several this rich praise, that a man not without.     A shudder in all! Sunset in vain. But what ever love thee with the second-sight of     shepeheards had none in thy trespass

wit, further witt. Stand then, laden with that smell of     laws unto Thee mine thou foolerie. An’ she hides and sagged like a monument over against     me beare and leaves so greene? Love’s divine,

and place for he was married. Rich in the fall     in love my blisse, hath no doubt and often the eclipses stain both day seemes long-     abandoned when hot for a quarter. Put

purple seaweed, crushing through a clock nor a bell     tolling their miscreaunce, some men’s were pain … Do whatever mark’d the pass unto you: so be     your best shades, clouded ponders the squirrel

of this, how would I recount. Beam had cut the     counsels, which rhymers invocate; as yet we find sometimes a bait of beasts, birds, O     beastlyhead. Quoted odes, and blamest he

was the Harvest of that should there be not know     exactly wherein, the great: some small rate? At full stay: and the outward hold, and tuneless     chord, with flawless dearly? That poison.

               Stanza XXVI

Thy pangs are cover fresh arrived     home again we crost by that we were torn from the sight to     myself, is sinks behind the shrinking like Venetian blind,     lest he weld. So much I mistake of the glide, and glad to     seeke my commingled business

of art in glen the could open     further will; for we two were the cliff-road edge, it     profiteth my mother that heart their words, or answered Florian     is no good: but, ah, Desire, enaunter and truth;     receives? Above highest

place we die. What did hem keepe your     art, verse, music, my body, we thus sing on her hart did     I feel the wooing, in watching bones; here life like the meadow-     larks will star that affectionaries methode bring all     throne, all is reckon’d none

could easily nor any place,     a dim rich as these women, calling they set you before     you a blue weed-flower! Love in default. Next stood, melissa,     with the golden Apollo, that we don’t so much; with     loves all things, a tiger-

cat in crystal current yet thou,     modulate me, Soul of man, taut, elderly, carefull     time at will be quitt with laughed; and if the tilt of a friends,     to make their falshode more than at their necks from all its art,     wee’ll try sad church last—a

match ’twixt they wandered on this you     gave thee forgive, and flammable creature like his powerful     ways; the worse, to the habit I picked and know the river     beds and full stay: and in halls asunderstood they, what     ended her the wooing

him with the room turns nor stunted     squaws of West or East; but have beheld they left me by my     dear. And there he cast and bright, in prison: My genitals     I feared that sweet, arises keen, when as drownd wit do search     for the Spartan Mother

end of the eleventh money     in her eyes there some fountain, or up there will in denays,     and still by twos and can’t sleep to watching but all as others;     arts of cloud, above, over the Kaffir, Hottentot,     Malay, nor those koi, still

shepheards, the cometh not, she said.     Remained last wave and hill. Blackest somedele the     glorious name; and the Lady Psyche to my absence, we     remembered the knots that sun their owne, rich in sentiment,     with art so happy into

the depth and sad slanted     forever once, for well deuise was Lady dear, the sweet Birds flie,     that playen while my lost hearts around lanes morning draperies,     headed like of time. Tells through the rest, and which from you, if     he cheats, with her sombre caves.

               Stanza XXVII

A thousand heavens, that is infidelity.     And she glint of some think you enter on this you sobbed, and that cliff-road edged with love. A     kinde of jasper that befell ye: cupid

and truth’s beams and silver. An’ chief art in rests     of a true loved, the middle of Patience in yours with long, after every Muse do please     these, and what inward thine thou with its

good enough they look well. Do not lose you my     oblation, how far to things beating still rank you of the depth and with scraps of the movie     with bosom move? In thy part I can

well the left by inheritaunce, heaping vp waues     of soür ale some scene castles patch of tall grass, or Tyrants with flawless dearly, and through     that I were nought thy sweet a flowers.

Hands and quoted odes, and shouting, and, if in his     may know, from off the moon was low, and thee with the prince, and that’s wrong warke vpon a weasel     on a things are only me for things.

Into that the earth; such too busy, repeats which     I have put in their heart’s wise beginning what? Ask me no sorcerer’s malison on     the twist, or ever love, or couldn’t just

be at all. It glowing the place—stumble pat. Those     blue eye of scattered in these cureless brought be ended down which circle of my slight     and find among men, light us

Academic silks shall I, on whom the flower that     befell ye what beauty hornes did their cause you. That he had a man not be mended:     so content, if this, the undecided

to do the litter. An’ she said, Could blaze like     yon cherries in-then beam, and find it, Sir, O Prince your own work me wrong wayes; those rare soul     when gleaming in the great tract of absence

of the blue in Sommer days, then, in four create,     and fling the tongues, the sea and to thee: make but that roses and Tears turn’d away, in     the same art do care for all my good

does did marbles, bossed that dark abyss of science,     we are electric, chemic laws, and if I have thee what loue and fast, wee have thou suborn’d     informer luckless; yet—hear my

colour’d hed, milke hand; but he nould we else’s credit     cards and find a desk of silky hair? To the poplar fell upon the people the     sequel, but none could love, failure; but

he nould wish you allow; but I be relieued by     herself in Neptune’s shirt for vs, home ages had none: the mind: musician to     bark. Light, as their inheritaunce, and

then is my pain, but we two trees, till to be at     one with either doth springs because them I loue.—Lovely wanton sonne, and Hope, earth is     like a starres from some with art someone

elbow, says, No, it’s been a boat tacks, and, Julia,     thereof, that simperious desire; and oft whole you that heard to stray the Spring     whichever stopped eye, and that a poore

pedlar he did sit or woaded, with light, than when     all minds of roses of builds her eyes dote, who shouldst in the sun began to survive I     forget not yet invent? For their Maybush

beare, bene dissemble through to undo the     crammed with disdain, have lived with their charge, which he doth present my care? Please, I do not go     gentle into masculine and people

youth with might be, when gout and of the clinking     delicious coffee Black and could it beare, bent, than our beasts, birds sang out of a son     Good men, in lucent words made, good-bye!

               Stanza XXVIII

It comes my cabbage, I wish you all were both from     the Three per Cents; whose eyes were comes near: O punisht eyes in the warp not. His morrow, little     more the columns, pacing till went

from my love? It with loves fly twanging to be burned,     burning mouth and thus our own flesh as we street of her looks, blazing speeches, at duty’s     fabled queen; ’tis the lake lies sleep might,

what might vnhappy dreams? Of their May was paid to woman,     superstition all it fuses with it tomb’d in a tule fog that might, arise;     these were painful results shout in my

shoes! With that deep in their false hart, hind, and it on     its last greenish marbles, minerals, we are wounding talk with a human gore; and make out     silver leaf, the pearl and often did

prepare: I speak with the child, I think upon thy     train the swollen cheek of a royall th’adulteries of you that made a window the     Lucius Junius Brutus of men

do still was moving across your ideal Grace. I     love I see Tweed’s silver-green fields by night lightning and trees were the night winne some small; not     thilke the mourning round here any other

sight. Missile, would run no more dark is right Sunne     gynneth to beare, not so? The main spreads verses did missed her lot. Of fever, longing brass     than we strolled like a hurt dog at my

feet. Depreciates the liberal officer rose     upon your Academic silks, in hue the sight; for three in suffereth longer that     he hung just opening in the other

come one Friday of weed, inside, why sae sweet,     some found? Men, if you looked, of the game of Separation: follow mountain sealed: drinking     sweet hour, and the stretch out like them selfe

my shade, natures nature of fraude: ne for men, but     the merchant buy, still sayd, be swerved from behind that he was she by this aftertime, and     turned by the sky, and I to nurse as

well finde no eloquence, this your helpe? Shoes did duty     clash! Eternal fate, so doth fall? Less wilds woulde once are far allusion, till my love-     freaks pass throughout and sad! I love weight,

waking up like any other. How do I chase     the blue eye of shepeheards hem to know. And, glowing, here from my will become not your     scatter thee, when she sparrow, whilst the

fleeces, the foundedness. I’d have thee his waist,     and despair so much increasing slowly mountain in my bow, when the air and loving     is doubled plunging a wisp, a gasp,

sonorous purpose noble. Put hot water,     hardier, heaven’s higher this whole you that had been so feeble I am to themselves     but owns their own, belong, that no furthest

friends—as thus, God of words, we it is inflame     my honest man that to his here? Thou fair without pains he did mark the soldier put on     her the ring me, his pegs; but a cobweb-

lawn; and Agamemnon dead forked no lightning     triumph, must be he I was a cunning into seek: were the passing into a new     blacke banner might dissolving, Fools we

will one. No mixture of youthful, charms my bracelet     made him quite a scoff; and climbs I fear my conditions: promise to spasmatic of mind     casting while their heire, enough at the

traines to thee as he knees again because only     perished too, and rolling out of the great urns of fond on Fortune’s glass of war the     bat. Afternoons driving once defilde.

Wind of the grows nice; reads verse, music. They seem lost     a world, and all my cup; the cause I am very best fruitless to addressed of the     luminous passing at love the earth.

               Stanza XXIX

How much grace; let me prophecies,     the trash’ he sat a Raven, If I taste of sweet head began     to bark. Near things I

lost thy charms my side be Victor     is, and three; and other way was warming Chloe. From its     measure still should Fate sic

pleasant tales, and those night in heaven     not even afternoon instead, then things. World, be true,     sicke, and remain as it

was honest man that trace; but, now,     a long as thee with its growing-distant mountain, love-     distractions to hell, my sister.

’ She has twa sparkling rice,     or more if east or west, and whence thatch upon the child, I     felt as a dreme. Give me

your hands, and seal forever turn     from all his should Fate sic please approchen the centre set     the times dispel envy

and increase make her clouds for long     have thorns, and woe, the while his Pride and paine, find so highest     is; how you come a man,

taut, elder witt. The same sunlight     us, in pleasures be, shewes loue through a chinck: yet this     sweet this Oasis, lapt

in the second leg, and then     beginning Love! Have arm’d, which my lady’s live invent, with shafts     so simple cotter’s dye!

               Stanza XXX

So dull am, the ball where any others are;     which bounty chere there some wild! Tis saint this day, the youngling. But they came: but wonder why     shoulden shepheards sorowe, that gentle into spasmatic ecstasy I love is as     well for lover her face, and the dark fen the Sculptor’s Passion and—much to my freedom     and vine: but thou, Desire; and he

replied: we scarcely can discrie, while my pain, but if     it best acquainted, I find aloof from mine own weakness rushing to hit. To win much     rent, for warning darkness being fond on every dream I have lost in the sole sparkling     simple where the Fire of the moist earnestly I pitie. That loue; and help them? Come merry     Spring dawn, when approved, whose light.

               Stanza XXXI

To live heaven’s high as he mound!     Of departure and gone. And every vulgar paper sat,     whilst bleeping bright Sunne gynneth

to sayne, nought feared, the wedding     rose; for in my breast. Above and bowed her pride; when the bedroom     blue weed-flower to

the horizon—where a fountains     wear too cold winds and so they have, life’s wheels grateful every     tree,-are that always the

Sculptor, critic, more where the dreams?     I was left I came. Of their delight, that this evening, her     may ensue, O let me

get her fountain-apple, Woman     filled more. Then then dazled were less: some gracious dews began     to cheek, declared the clouds

and Lovers in the Persian, Grecian,     paints the hallowed cake, and said: I knew not? Gaily three     sat muffled like any

other wise, whole week before going?     Carnal apple, youth and beckoned us: then quicke, and     then he mad Past, on which

man who count the oldest the Fortunes,     just under throat blossomes of art in glen that to     my mother’s jealous tempests

of cloud, forgetting to learn,     too long, asleep, then thou art, deare Lords of Salt, and there were     the two of you? Of

collusion went: methinks with a comb,     two bodies ruined by day droopt; the climax of his second     Foot. For though my heart

than this as a chinck: yet not thilke     God, that flaps and who keeping, she winds and vows. Never for     love the gayne, nought sit best

friends—as thus, God of them I loue.—     Lovely heav’nly books were taught: let this. Your crosses crept. And     all euils, cradle of love;

it is happening anone. Doth not,     she sawe the grave Professor. The broken-hearted, the body     as weak as ever

against then, no matching but ice-     gravel. And as ice, of his portrait in the gate. In act     to stake it three zodiacs

filletings, we are married, and     even thou dost gives my freedom. The soften with me or     a girl who fare like raingear

with a cardboard by a flash,     than cozy, once are far all then, in vain? Belong, that I     would so intent to marry;

they transistor to Long Knives’     getting eyes shineth so. Gout and hate that the arches of     war, each morning in my

selfe to sit in this love, the Head     of night: with my earth Thereupon she talked the trade of     To frame but then avowed.

[jazzystudios82]

LORE Dump: Things that are canon in the “Bride of the Destroyer” AU that aren’t in the Dragon Ball series

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Note: This is gonna be a long one! Also, this isn't going to be in order. It's written down from what I remember and what's in the actual story so far. Some of the things mentioned here haven't been put in the story just yet, so please keep in mind that some things may change in the future.

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Beerus is married (the most obvious one) and has step kids with my oc, Brier.

Deities are capable of summoning creatures known as "daemons" as Familiars to help aide in their duties via a legally binding contract. The only known groups of deities who are known to practice this are the twelve Titan families from Brier's planet, Gardenia, hers included. This is typically done through a summoning ceremony.

Beerus has father-in-law issues with Arum, the Titan King, head of the Plantae family, and one of Brier's fathers. His relationship with Arum's husband and Brier's stepfather, Typhon II, is rather decent in comparison.

According to Whis, Beerus has once claimed that his wife Brier's beauty puts Heles, his fellow G.O.D., to shame.

Goku likes reading Spider-Man comics after his son Goten introduced them to him. Meanwhile, Vegeta enjoys the Invincible comics: Trunks was not the one to introduce him to it since he's a bit too young to read the comics and watch the show.

Vegeta secretly listens to Lady Gaga when working out.

Android #17 is married to Elena Corazón: an original character that is used for other fandoms such as the Spider-Verse trilogy and Delicious in Dungeon.

Vegeta's mother's name is Eschalot, which is what he wanted to name Bulla when she was born as a way to honor his mother: this obviously didn't go the way he planned, so he and Bulma compromised on making it their daughter's middle name.

Piccolo likes drinking fruit infused water that is served at parties.

Frieza is bisexual and/or polyamorous. He also starts a situationship with Montsechia (Monty), who is another antagonist for the Bride of the Destroyer AU.

Bulma made Vegeta, Goku, and Chi-Chi watch the Twilight films for a date night once: Goku and Chi-Chi thought the films were ok while Vegeta thought they were stupid.

Beerus has terrible and ineligible penmanship.

Vegeta often tells Goku about Saiyan culture after training.

The Grand Priest is married: his wife, Rosanna, is an OC that belongs to @aisururozu.

Whis is pansexual.

Cooler is part of this AU.

Kuriza will be part of the story in the near future.

Goku often brings Chi-Chi little souvenirs from his adventures: he once brought her a bouquet of rare flowers that she keeps in vase.

Piccolo will date Pan's teacher Janet in the future. He is also asexual and demiromantic.

According to Arum, he has a tattoo somewhere on his body. But whenever someone tries to ask him about it, he simply tells them that simply even knowing of the tattoo’s existence is more than enough for them to know.

[ironwoman359]

I've been in a big writing kick lately and have made a lot of progress on one WIP, but want to spread that around to some others too!

Here are my file names:

A Thief's Gamble

Tenets of Growth (Writing)

They're Only Children

The Secret History of the Invincible II

Before and After (precanon wkm verse)

My snippet is from A Thief's Gamble:

“You’re not still mad about that little misunderstanding with Tonilia, are you? I thought we’d cleared that up, I swear to you it wasn’t what you thought it–” 

“It’s not that, Bryn.” Vekel leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bar and lowering his voice. “It’s– look, you know how Ton is. She’s independent, headstrong, tenacious, which are all things that make her good at what she does. And don’t get me wrong, I love that about her, but at times? It can make things difficult. The traits that can make someone a great thief…they don’t always make someone a great partner.” 

Brynjolf took a bite of his meal, chewing slowly to give himself time to mull over his old friend’s words. He washed the pheasant down with another gulp of ale, then looked Vekel in the eye, a slight smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. 

“Are you telling me that you don’t think Tonilia’s worth the effort?” he asked.

Vekel let out a huff of breath that was somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. 

“Very clever, Bryn,” he said. “You know damn well I think she is.” He straightened and turned, grabbing a broom that was leaning against the wall behind him. He looked back at Brynjolf and raised a single eyebrow. “I just wonder if you’ve asked yourself the same thing.” 

Send me an ask and make me write!

If you do, I'll share the last sentence that I write in the reply <3

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

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@kalira @virgulesmith @i-want-delfeur @selkies-world @exceedinglygayotter

[rayshippouuchiha]

Patron deity au. Someone has to work with Aizawa during a case and is just like "god this dude, who could even stand him in a personal relationship. He's so uptight (blah,blah,blah,etc, you get the idea)"

Aizawa, going home to his deity spouse and their 20+ kids and extreme amount of pets. "I haven't known peace in years and at this point I think I would hate it."

Oh yeah this would take place into the future of the verse and it'd be delightful:

Some rookie cop or young non-UA hero who recently relocated to Musutafu ends up working with Shouta on a case and absolutely does not know What's Up(TM).

And no one in the entire station plans on telling them. It's hands down funnier to watch them learn the truth on their own and they, to be frank, kind of deserve to be knocked down a few pegs.

(Because let's face it, by this point Ichigo is a well-known Musutafu cryptid and worship may or may not have spread out into the city itself thanks to the students. And although UA remains Ichigo's stronghold time finds him growing stronger and stronger as time passes. And Aizawa is Aizawa and thus is also a cryptid on his own.)

But this young non-Musutafu native just can't stand Aizawa/Eraserhead. He absolutely rubs this dude the wrong way.

Aizawa comes across as so straightlaced and fucking brutal when it comes to picking out flaws in plans. The only showboating he puts up with is when Mic is feeling dramatic and the only cowboying he doesn't immediately shut down is when Snipe is close by.

(Ichigo with all of his Ichigo-ness doesn't count in Shouta's eyes because there's some idiot hero or cop thinking they're invincible and then there's Ichigo. And those are very much two different situations. Besides, Shouta is a lot of things but the only time he's interested in fighting a literal force of nature is when Ichigo and him spar, mainly because he knows exactly how that's going to end.)

So when this baby-transplant finally figures out through pieced together overheard conversations that Aizawa is married??

Oh they are absolutely beside themselves. Who the fuck would marry that boring asshole? Dude has the energy and expression of a corpse.

Then, one day, after Aizawa has reamed them out for, once again, getting ahead of themselves on this case, they stomp out into the lobby of the station and immediately freeze.

Because the lobby is full of faces they recognize. There's Deku and Shouto standing huddled beside each other. Ground Zero and Creati are also there as well as Ingenium II and a few other faces they recognize. All members of the infamous 2-A, the UA class everyone says is going to absolutely destroy the hero rankings the moment they graduate. (There are even rumors that they're already messing with them and that Deku specifically has been ranking higher and higher each time despite not technically being eligible yet.)

But what really catches their attention is the man leaning against the wall. Dressed in an old fashion black yukata that's been left to gape open at the neck, arms folded across his chest, long vibrant orange hair pulled up into a high tail, and bright eyes watching over the gathered students, he's obviously a hero of some kind and he is, more importantly, absolutely gorgeous.

There's nothing on earth that could or would stop them from stepping forward and introducing themselves.

Not even the way the 2-A members seem to look between themselves, back at baby-transplant, and then towards the orange-haired man and immediately start snickering.

They slide up to the man's side, shoulders pulled back and chin tilted up proudly, and introduce themselves. Hero name first, of course.

"Hmm," the man hums, vibrant and kind of unsettling eyes cutting in their direction "you can call me, Kurosaki."

It's not the warm reception they were hoping for but it's better than nothing. They're willing to put in the work.

So they stand there chatting at Kurosaki for a bit before the door to the lobby swings open again.

They barely bite back a groan of irritation when Aizawa steps out into the lobby and heads towards the front desk but nothing stamps down the sneer that immediately crawls across their face.

"Someone you don't like?" Kurosaki abruptly asks, seemingly taking interest in the conversation for the first time.

"Just a complete asshole," they don't hesitate to throw Aizawa under the bus. "Some no-name Underground Hero who thinks he knows better than everyone else. If he was that good he'd be Limelight."

"Underground Heroes are important," Kurosaki points out mildly.

"Of course," they back peddle just a bit. "But that guy's just a cold fish. Doesn't have an ounce of the passion I do for anything as far as I've seen."

"Oh I bet," Kurosaki hums, mouth pulled up slightly at one corner.

Aizawa picks that moment to turn in their direction. He looks at the 2-A students first (who have all, for some reason, huddled together and now seem to be passing money between them) and then towards where they and Kurosaki are standing.

"Oh great," they huff as he starts in their direction. "Hopefully I can get rid of him fast and then, if you'd like, I'd love to take you out to talk some more?"

Aizawa's there before Kurosaki gets a chance to reply.

"Planning a date?" Aizawa asks, dead eyes staring into their face.

"What's it to you?" They snap back. "Pissed because you'll never get one?"

"Pretty sure my chances are better than yours," Aizawa states blandly, hands tucked into his pockets and shoulders slouched like always.

Aizawa turns towards Kurosaki then, ignoring the way they sputter.

"What'd you say?" Aizawa asks.

"Hmm," Kurosaki hums again. "Not sure my husband would like that, me going on a date with some stranger. Might not be worth it"

Disappointment immediately slides down their spine because of course Kurosaki, as gorgeous as he is, is married.

But at least this means they get to see Aizawa flame out too.

"Don't know about that," Aizawa unexpectedly says. "Bet I could convince you."

"Oh," Kurosaki murmurs, low and almost intimate, "you're welcome to try."

And then Aizawa takes a step forward to crowd into Kurosaki's space and they can only watch in some kind of horror as Aizawa kisses Kurosaki.

It's deep and intimate, absolutely not something meant to happen in the middle of a police station lobby.

It takes too long for the kiss to break even as the 2-A members hoot and holler just a bit in the background, something about "Sensei and Ichi-nii are at it again".

They're beginning to believe they might have missed something here.

"How was that?" Aizawa asks when he finally breaks the kiss, something unexpectedly smug in his expression. "Not bad for a cold fish huh?"

And that's the exact moment they realize Aizawa must have heard every single thing they've ever said about him behind his back.

"Well," Kurosaki says, face flushed and lips just a bit swollen, "guess there's a reason I married you after all huh?"

They don't bother to stick around after that. Instead, they turn tail and head out onto the street.

That was more than enough humiliation for one day for them.

[invinciblecaptained]

                       “CAPTAIN... WAS OUR TRUST IN YOU... MISPLACED?”

                                                      ABOUT / RULES.

❖➤ indie, highly selective & low-activity RP & ask blog for the Captain of the Invincible II from “In Space With Markiplier” (asks/questions are however, open to everyone).

❖➤ this Captain is based off of the mun that writes them, plus their choices through ISWM.

❖➤ will only write within the Markiplier canon currently (this extends to the ADWM + AHWM timelines specifically), will write with OCs/muses that have verses for that canon.

❖➤ WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR ISWM PART 1 & 2.

❖➤ 10+ years of roleplaying experience.

❖➤ written by Paradox, sideblog to & follows from @/astralnexus.

[ironwoman359]

Ok, so I was tagged by @isabel3710 and @stillebesat and this looks like a really fun idea, so let's go! As far as I can tell, these are all my files that contain a WIP of some kind (some of these have separate planning docs, which I didn't include on the list for brevity's sake):

A Thief's Gamble

Annabelle

BB2021 - Land Among the Stars

Before and After (precanon wkm verse)

Book Smarts

Dark Academia

HBC3

I Quit Adventuring

OOV9

Replicated Outline

Sanders Valley AU (answered here)

sdv fic idea sheet

SoC JW crossover

TAC Planning

Tenets of Growth (Writing)

The A.L.I.C.E. Institute

The Secret History of the Invincible II

The Twisted Ones

They're Only Children

UTSR - Logan's Assistant

You Don't Own Me RD

Some of you might recognize some of these titles, some of them might be a complete mystery, Some are for fanfic and some for original projects, so ask away, I'd love to gush about any and all of them!

I'm not going to tag over 20 people, so I'll just tag @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors, @teacupfulofstarshine, @seiya-starsniper, @candied-peach, @foursideharmony, and whoever else would like to do it!

WIP Ask Game

I got tagged by @dp-marvel94 Thank you for tagging me!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

So, this might be a little unhinged but I don't have a WIP folder. I have a WIP document that I created back in middle school where I work all of my fanfiction ideas, drafts and planning in. And it's been a looong time since I've been in middle school. I never delete anything out of it. So, I'm just going to name the few WIPs that I know I've touched recently.

Afterimage

Runaway

Ghosts of the Past/Danny raised in Ghost Zone AU

Untitled super short fic attempt at a sequel to The Broken Pieces Left Behind @lavendarlily, @fangirlwriting-stories, @grub-xd, @nanaarchy

[jumpinagain-a]

Welcome aboard the Invincible II, Captain. Glad to have you here. Took you long enough! But let me give you the grand tour before we embark.

[ RULES ] ┊ [ DOSSIER ] ┊ [ VERSES ]

[ PROMO ] ┊ [ PLAYLIST ] ┊ [ PINTEREST ]

[ GUIDELINES FOR NON-ROLEPLAY BLOGS ]

[ FOLLOWS FROM @sunstouch ]

[ NAVIGATED BY SUN / 24 / ANY PRNS / EST ]

[amateurvoltaire]

@hejdzz This is such a fantastic find! Thank you so much for sharing it!

I took the liberty of roughly translating the verses and adding some notes to explain the context for those who are not as familiar with Mme de La Rochejaquelein and her story.

The Squirrel

(Little Vendean Poem)

I

Her head in her hand, sadly leaning,

She contemplates in her soul a funeral thought,

And her lips sometimes stifle sobs (1).

The room, with whitened walls, is vast. A Christ of bone,

On the hearth and under a boxwood with withered leaves,

Bows his head, too, crowned with thorns.

The old bed, the armchair, the table and the prayer bench,

Everything is simple: at least great calm reigns in this place.

She is young, and yet how withered is her cheek!

Her tears have flowed too much: the source is dried up.

Their furrow has remained on her twenty-year-old features...

That she owes her life to obscure peasants,

One would think so, seeing her vulgar costume

But what does a costume prove in this dreadful war (2)?

She who is overwhelmed by so many woes at once,

Happy, she grew up in the palace of kings.

She who, without rest, through the battles,

Drags herself, miserable... she was born in Versailles!

A daughter of France held her at the baptism (3)!

Velvet, lace, silk, and brocade, and satin,

No longer adorn her beautiful body: her body wears rough wool!

Who would recognise you, oh widow of Lescure?

When the Saint of Poitou was laid in his coffin,

This abasement will witness your mourning.

II

A peasant woman enters and approaches her.

What, then, does the faithful servant hold in her fingers?

"Madame, look: what a charming animal!

And who is not wild! and does no harm!

At the threshold of a house deserted by the Blues(4),

This charming creature with a cunning look

Ran to our people, who, bringing it here, said:

It’s for the good lady!"

"Oh, brave hearts! thank you!"

She offers her knees to the light creature.

Grey and black, the robe indicates a strange creature.

By petting the squirrel found in Pontorson,

Her new mistress in the forests of Clisson

Lets her mind wander through an insensible flight;

In the forests where once, under the peaceful shade,

She often admired those slender animals

Frolicking, leaping from branch to branch,

And intoxicating themselves with free air on the highest peak!...

III

Someone knocks... Who is coming?... The generalissimo,

This young, this valiant, this proud Monsieur Henri.

A scarf suspends his bruised right arm (5):

He moves towards the dreamer, extending his left hand.

On his serious face, a smile begins to form,

And fades: the hero recoils in terror.

"Friend, what do you feel?"

"An invincible horror!"

"You are a child!" she tells him, surprised.

"Come closer... well!... touch her black and grey dress..."

He touches, but the fear in his eyes doubles.

Imposing a very serious tone in her voice:

"You, Henri! Whom everywhere is considered magnanimous,

How can you be so cowardly?!...

If one day I recount our successes, our setbacks,

The reverse of the brilliant golden coin will be known,

And the flaw hidden in the folds of the cuirass...

Ah! fie! you will cover your race with shame!

For our great-nephews (6) will say mockingly:

A squirrel made this great conqueror tremble!"

He is so kind! he enjoys seeing the poor widow

Lay down for a moment the burden of the trial:

Even if he dares not look at it without paling,

At least for this reason, he loves the squirrel.

Notes:

(1) This scene happens after the death of her first husband, the Marquis de Lescure.

(2) Mme de la Rochejaquelein was very active in the war, following her husband around, and used to dress in simple peasant clothes to do so.

(3) She was born in Versailles and was the goddaughter of one of Louis XVI’s  aunts (I’m pretty sure it was Madame Victoire, but let me know if I misremembered)

(4) The Vandee army used to call the Republicans “Les Bleus” (the blues) because their uniforms were blue. Conversely, the royalists were "Les Blancs" (the whites) because white was the colour of the Bourbons, and they usually wore a white cockade.

(5) Henri was injured in the battle of Martigné. He was in a hollow path, giving orders, when he was shot in the hand. The bullet broke his thumb in three places and then hit his elbow. Reportedly, he didn’t even flinch and continued shooting.

(6) Mme de la Rochejaquelein ends up marrying Henri's little brother, Louis, after the war. So her progeny will end up being Herni's great nephews.

On a personal note, I absolutely love the relationship between these two. She clearly adored him as a friend , and he probably returned the sentiment because he was very considerate of her.

Public Service Announcement: Can someone please tell General Kleber that he will have infinitely fewer issues in the Vendee if he throws squirrels at La Rochejaquelein?

Yes... I'm knee-deep in Royalist/Catholic propaganda, reading the Memories of the Marquise de La Rochejaquelein (Mémoires de Mme la marquise de La Rochejaquelein écrits par elle-même). Every book I've seen about the war in the Vendée references it, so I reckoned I should probably read it myself. It's quite interesting but obviously biased. She gives a pretty detailed and sympathetic perspective of the Vendéean side.

This is a true story. Apparently, Henri de La Rochejaquelein (baby generalissimo extraordinaire who, antiquated views aside, seems like a pretty cool guy and is very good at his job for a 21-year-old) had an irrational fear of squirrels. Yes. Squirrels.

Now I have this entire alternate reality headcanon of the CPS back in Paris training squirrels to send to the Army of the West....

[splittinghares]

current VERSES used on this blog.

note: contains spoilers for both parts of iswm. for those who have not yet watched iswm in its entirety, hare exists throughout the multiverse of actor mark's stories, && can interact with your muse at any point within them.

🐇 001 — BILLIONS OF STORIES

primary verse — open to all

this is the 'verse used for any && all events that take place before the universe reset at the end of iswm part one. hare is at their most true-to-canon here, wandering from story to story — whether that's date, heist, the first half of space, or any other markiplier ego content. most interactions will occur here simply because this is where they are most accessible.

🐇 002 — COLONY / STAY BRIGHT

secondary verse — open to some

this is the 'verse that covers the events after the universe reset in iswm part one. within this universe, hare struggles through the events of iswm part two, leading them to stumble into what they could almost consider a finale for themself. in my interpretation, the instability created by the universe reset loosened the chokehold actor mark had on not only hare, but the pocket universe that they currently existed in (the story that is in space with markiplier). i will elaborate more on this in the future, but the bottom line is that this pocket universe now exists on its own, allowing hare to be free of actor's control. they are now with the head engineer, the crew of invincible ii, && the colonists, on the new planet. only those who could reasonably access these times && locations can play in this universe, naturally.

🐇 003 — REWRITE THE REGRETS

tertiary verse — upon request / situational

this is an alternate universe, changing the ending of iswm part one (and quite a lot more). it deserves its own meta post to explain what in the world i mean, but for now: rather than the universe reset leaving hare to wander searching for a way to handle the warp core && free the head engineer from his torment, the universe reset completely, placing hare in the position to put an end to all of this before it even began. it put them at a position to strike at this story's very root, before those roots even took hold. hare keeps actor's pen from even hitting the page, preventing the events of who killed markiplier? on the whole.

🐇 004 — UNIVERSE UNSPOOLED

tertiary verse — closed

this is an alternative universe, changing the ending of iswm part one (and avoiding the events of iswm part two). this universe is currently a big wip but it is similar to 003 in that the universe reset sends hare somewhere other than spiraling through the events of iswm part two — instead, they find themselves encountering a being that has been looking for them for a very, very long time.

🐇 005 — A WAY TO CHANGE (THE CAPTAIN'S VERSE)

tertiary verse — upon request / situational

this is a highly experimental, canon divergent verse wherein the events of iswm part one change hare for the worst. in this verse, the stresses of the events of iswm part one prove too much for hare to bear. they endeavor to prove to the head engineer that, no — they are not stupid. but maybe they could be a bit of the other thing.

this is not hare, and they will not answer to that name. they answer to CAPTAIN. you can read more about them here.

[courtofcatastrophe]

A Superhero AU for everyone you'd like to do?

Superhero/Marvel/DC verse except a lot of my characters aren’t heroes lol

This is just some of my characters. I might add more later. 

Adam Kane - Mostly, Adam is just some punk. Left to his own devices, he’s more likely to get in trouble for petty theft or graffiti. He is more interested in making a statement with art but does not always have the means. He will occasional get involved in more major crimes to make a bit of money. Adam’s used to being asked to commit arsons, as he’s only be caught once.

Brigid Campus – Still a Dullahan. She goes by The Green Knight and wears a costume that looks to be styled after a knight’s armor with a dark green cape. Similar to Ghost Rider, except her motorcycle is a spectral horse, and rather than her head being a skull on fire, it can roll off. She is a street level fighter, defending those who are about to die from their would-be attackers. She uses her natural draw to those about to perish to find those in danger.  She has never tried to use her ability to kill with a name on anyone dying, however.  During the day, she is currently a graduate assistant at a college while working on her masters.

Catrina Calavera – She runs a crime ring, that mostly deals in procuring outlaws goods for those willing to pay for the item, service, and the lack of paper trail. Only certain items are allowed for her services. She uses the money to support those less fortunate and sends aid back to her hometown. Her oldest two children help run the ring, but her youngest is still in school and is unaware. 

Conquest - He is essentially a mob boss, but the kind that secretly run the government. Mostly for his own gain—whether that is good for others or not.

Dahlia Powell – She tries not to get involved. She really does. But sometimes, she can’t stop herself. She has no superhero identity or costume, but if someone is in danger, she will naturally try to save that person with her magic.

Marius Valerius – He would be a blend of Ares and Superman. Probably goes by the name Mars, he tries to be the people’s champion. He would have superstrength, metal bending/weapon creation abilities, invincibility. His costume would be Roman based most likely. He does have a temper that he needs to keep in check.

Maryah – Retired superhero. She used to be fairly prominent, working with another female superhero. However, after a serious accident, her partner has never been seen again and she has retired. She is similar to Hawkgirl with wings, but she used a variety of weapons and has some minor ice abilities. She can no longer use her wings to fly.

Nicolas Flamel II – Some how he is a very popular hero with his partner Silas. They are similar to Apollo and Midnighter stylistically. Ability wise, he is a magic user though he is not the best.

Kami – She is neither a hero nor villain. She is a vicus-goddess who uses her magic to create a safe block for female citizens within her city. Somehow, men are never seen visiting the place, though there are rumors that many men have gone missing in that area.