#ah diane the woman you are

[i-am-simply-here]

An older lady I grew up at church with posted a small bit about Christmas not being what she planned this year since her husband passed recently. And she ended with "Until I am in your arms again, I will love you as you love me" and to be frank. I. am inconsolable

[evita-shelby]

The Red Room

For @zablife based on the prompt and theme of their 2k follower celebration

Tommy has eloped with a young bride the family has deemed untrustworthy from reputable sources. The couple has just returned from their honeymoon in Paris and now the new Mrs. Shelby would like to meet those closest to him. The couple spares no expense for their lovely housewarming party, but it's ill-fated from the beginning as those Tommy holds near and dear try to run her off with tales of horror. Every room holds a surprise and each guest a secret, but what could they be?

Cw:mentions of ghsots, vampires, dubious consent, mentions of sex, murder, horror

Despite being married for several weeks, Thomas has not married you in the true sense of the word.

In Paris he said he wanted to wait until the two of you were home and now, he said that he would like to wait until after you have met his family.

You have met his children. Charles and Gabriel are charming and close despite a five-year difference and being as different as the night and day, baby Florence is quiet and adores her father over everyone else, but Diane with her left blue eye and right brown eye refuses to accept you as her new stepmother.

“You will never replace my mother; the little girl had said as she proceeded to continue playing with what you are very sure is a Ouija board.

It was still recent; the late Mrs. Shelby had only been dead for six months when you met Tommy and out of the blue the two of you eloped to Paris. You had been working in an art gallery when the two of you struck up a conversation over a painting of some dead relative of his that ended with fine wine and dinner at his hotel and before you knew it you were arriving in Birmingham as Mrs. Shelby.

His sister sounded appalled when he told her about you over the telephone, his brothers looked concerned when they saw you and his aunt only said ‘Ah, I see’ when you met her while he was at work.

Now you were to host a party in this house that leaves you with a chill and the uncanny feeling of someone watching over your shoulder. You are allowed everywhere except the old master bedroom across yours.

You had caught glimpses of it, of Tommy and the children and the maids who sometimes go in there. Tommy goes there to think, the children to pretend their mother is just in there and not in the immaculate mausoleum he built for the two of them and the maids to keep in in the state it is.

At night you cannot sleep. Or rather you do and have this continuous dream of his late wife just watching you as she lies between you and your husband. She wears red like blood and feels cold to the touch as she cups your face and kisses you like you wish your husband would kiss you.

You are perfect, Mrs. Shelby, the dead woman whispers as you lie spellbound under her icy fingertips.

Feels shameful to think you have had more action with your husband’s ghost than with your husband. Same husband who kissed the ghost’s neck and even made love to her while the ghost made love to you with her cold hands last night.

You had prayed this morning, sought a way to cleanse yourself from such madness at the chapel only to find Polly Gray in it.

God doesn’t live where the Devil rules, sweetheart, she had said before sending you on your way.

“Have you finished, Tom?” you ask as he fiddles with the buttons on his cuffs.

“Just need my cufflinks, love. I think they were still in my other dresser.” He said and you wondered if you could take this chance to see the red room forbidden to you.

“I can go if you like.” You suggested and he shook his head in response.

“No, you don’t have to. Ask Brigdette for them, she was cleaning up the bedroom after Diane had her tea party there earlier.” He shoots down your offer and you wonder why the hell he won’t let you in there.

But you ask Brigdette to bring you Mr. Shelby’s cufflinks from the red room and when she returns to it you see the bite peaking from the high collar of her dress.

She was the late Mrs. Shelby’s ladies’ maid, a pretty young thing who adored her mistress and was in charge with caring for her room as if she were still alive. Poor thing even leaves out the lady’s clothes on the bed.

“What happened to your neck?” you ask, and she looks pale, as if she’d seen a ghost. You had seen bites like that hidden underneath her long sleeves and on both sides of her neck. You had seen it on Sandra, the maid your husband sacked for fucking a man in his office, yesterday.

“My boyfriend likes to get carried away, ma’am.” The maid says and you at once know she’s lying.

That is the last time you see Bridgette, but your husband assures you she’s only taken the rest of the day off to visit home. How would anyone leave in this weather, it was only the first of December and yet the snow was coming on heavily outside.

The fact that this god-awful weather would serve as the backdrop for your first gathering as Mrs. Shelby and your first time with your husband seemed like rotten luck.

You put it out of your mind and wear white, white like a bride. Tommy had chosen the dress for you, said it made you look as pure and clean as fresh snow, but when you tried to pair it with the golden crucifix your mother gave you, he told you such things were not allowed in his house.

Crosses, bibles, holy water, garlic and sharp wooden objects weren’t allowed here. You had joked and asked if Count Dracula was in residence only for him to joke back and say, ‘no, only his bride does’ and gesture to the magnificent painting your father had painted of his late wife.

“If I were you, I would run, dear.” Polly Gray whispers as the party begins.

“Why would I run?” you ask, wondering why everyone here wants you to leave.

Every guest shares her feelings about you. You knew they didn’t like you and that they viewed you as a cheap replacement for the woman before you, but you had married Tommy and if they didn’t like you then boo fucking hoo.

“Eva never liked sharing, even now she won’t let him touch another woman.” She answered drinking wine you found looked as red as the blood in your veins.

“How did you know?” There was no way anyone would know he had not touched you like that. There have been kisses and some touches, but he refused to make you his.

You sometimes wondered if he wanted a woman to raise his children and warm his bed than a wife.

“I’m a witch, sweetheart, I know this and so much more.” Polly Gray said with a dark laugh. “At midnight, go into the Red Room and you’ll find out why he won’t fuck you.”

And you go. You lie and make up some excuse to go and see what the so-called witch said was the answer to your problems.

But Tommy beats you there, sits in the red divan by the fire as if he was here with someone. You smelled her perfume and felt her presence so strongly that it was as if Eva Shelby was still alive.

“Why are you here?” he asks, drinking whiskey and not looking at you as if you were an intruder and not his wife.

“Polly said I would know the truth here if I came into the Red Room at midnight.” You answer feeling yourself shrink from the intensity of his gaze.

“You lie, and badly, love. Polly’s been dead for a long time. I told you that in Paris.” He scoffed and you wondered what the fuck he was on. Polly was as real as the two of you, you had touched her and found warm flesh. She lived in Stratford with her daughter, Anna, and visited John regularly.

“I just spoke to her, your aunt in the pink dress.” You shook your head hoping he was just pulling your leg. “And your cousin, Anna, was playing with Diane earlier.”

“Anna’s been dead since she was sixteen, died in Australia. Have you been drinking my whiskey?” he said as if he were being perfectly serious and you were mad.

“I am not mad, Tommy. Do not make me think I am losing my shit, when we were just there with them downstairs!” you feel yourself lose your patience with him. Next thing he’d ask what party it was as if you hadn’t been preparing for it since you returned from your honeymoon.

“I told you she was perfect.” A woman says coming from behind you.

You had heard your voice in those dreams, where she wears luxurious nightgowns and tonight wears a magnificent black robe over her very naked form.

It was impossible. The woman was dead, you had seen the tomb, the papers and the altar to her in her sitting room downstairs.

“Talks to ghosts, who would’ve thought?” Tommy speaks to her as if you have stopped existing and you know you must run.

Where, you do not know.

And you do, you run as fast as your feet can carry you, but it’s not enough. Eva Shelby is too fast and takes flight after you as you run past the driveway in the direction of the church.

It is snowing terribly, and you fear you will die buried in it by the time you reach it. Your dress was not suited for such weather, and you prayed to God he’d save you from the demoness chasing you in the form of a bat.

But you get there. The doors are closed, and you cry as you hit them with your fists for someone to open them and let you in.

You can feel her behind you as you try to pull and push the door handles with all your strength and you begin to pray hoping it will stop her.

As if by magic, the doors are opened wide, and you run to the altar knowing vampires cannot step on holy ground.

Only you are wrong. The dead woman walks like a queen as the church comes alive with all the ghosts who inhabit it.

Her victims.

“God doesn’t live where the Devil rules, sweetheart.” It’s not the vampiress who says it. It is your husband who appears in the chancel with you and holds you tightly, so you won’t run again.

“Really, Tommy. You could have locked the doors of the house, instead you have your poor wife work for her birthday meal.” Eva flirts and touches your cheek just as she’s done these past nights.

“Where’s the fun in that, Evie?” he quips as he takes a good whiff of you as he nuzzled your neck. “She’s ripe for the taking, haven’t had a meal like this since our anniversary, sweetheart.”

“Virgins with a touch of magic are so hard to come by these days, Tom. Either they are frauds, or they are sluts. Oh, but this lovely lady, is just so perfect. I don’t even know how you managed to bring her back here without a taste.” Eva licked your neck for effect. “A shame defiling her would ruin the taste, she made such lovely sounds last night and the taste of her on my fingers was just sublime.”

They act as if you are food, and yet with the way they touch you and under the gaze of her intense dark eyes, you find yourself resigned to your fate.

“Happy 127th birthday, love.” Tommy kissed his wife before the two of them sank their teeth on both sides of your neck.

[dearartemis]

hi hi @sunlit-arrow here✨

First: I'd love a temple to lady artemis 💕

Second: Do you have any reading recs for new devotees? (of Artemis ofc). I am currently reading She Who Hunts by Carla Ionescu. Have you read it?

Third: I’ve been struggling with the meaning behind the myth of Callisto. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your interpretation?

Sorry for the long ask, I love your blog✨💕

Ah! I am so glad someone else would be interested in something like that! It is currently in progress as we speak! I do have some book recommendations! Artemis by Stephanie Lynn Budin,

The pagan portals Artemis book Awakening Artemis: Deepening Intimacy with the Living Earth and Reclaiming Our Wild Nature by Vanessa Chakour

"Artemis: Virgin Goddess of the Sun & Moon" by Sorita d'Este and David Rankine

"Artemis: The Indomitable Spirit in Everywoman" by Jean Shinoda Bolen

"The Sanctuary of Artemis at Brauron: A Guide" by John Papadimitriou

"The Huntress: Artemis and the Feminine Power of the Wild" by Cait Johnson

"Artemis: The Feminine Divine" by Rachael Patterson

"Goddess Artemis: Mythology and Modern Archetype" by Courtney Roberts

"Artemis: Virgin and Mother in Greek Religion" by Buxton Richard

"The Nature and Worship of Artemis" by Donald E. Strong

"Artemis: Greek Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon" by Teri Temple

"Artemis: The Goddess of the Hunt and the Protector of Animals" by Tammy Gagne

"Artemis: Warrior Goddess and Protectress" by Annie Baring

"Artemis: Goddess of the Wild" by Paul Stephenson

"The Cult of Artemis in the Classical World" by David R. Bean

"The Goddess Artemis" by Laura Perry

"Artemis: Her Story Retold in Modern Context" by Diane Wolfe

"Artemis: The Goddess in Action" by Penelope W. Hunter

"Artemis and Her Cult" by Vinciane Pirenne-Delforge

"Artemis: The Huntress and the Moon Goddess" by Eileen Holland

"The Cult of Artemis at Ephesus" by Guy MacLean Rogers

"Artemis: Insights into the Wild Goddess" by Sarah Burntwood

"The Virgin Huntress: Artemis and Her Worship in Ancient Greece" by Helen Brown

"Artemis: A Guide to the Ancient Goddess of the Hunt and Moon" by Amy Tate

"The Legacy of Artemis: From Ancient Myths to Modern Feminism" by Marianne Moore

"Exploring Artemis: Mythology, Worship, and Legacy" by Christopher Blackwell

"Artemis Unveiled: The Goddess of Wilderness and Protector of Women" by Sophia Kane  ( I apologize some of these are woman focused but I have read most of these myself and currently reading number 24) and last but not least Secrets of Artemis by C.K. Brooke I absolutely love the book She Who Hunts by Carla Ionescu and absolutely loved how it covers how widespread her worship was and her origins ! I'd be happy to discuss it with you anytime on here or discord! As for your third question! The Myth of Callisto is very hard to interpret as I have read like three different versions of it and they were all vastly different. But from all I can gather it really just seems to be a big elaborate way of explaining the constellation Ursa Major and Ursa Minor. But I will be writing this down to read again and hopefully be able to write a different interpration on this blog. I will leave this explanation of it below that I just looked up while writing this post and see if maybe you got a different opinion from it too? I'm all about discussion and everyone has a different opinion! http://madelinemiller.com/myth-of-the-week-callisto/ If you have any other questions im always free to answer here or on discord! ( I apologize how long winded this is as well)

[xandriagreat]

Fate Be Changed

Chapter 8: Cleaning up/Dig a little Deeper

First chapter | Last chapter | Next chapter

Author’s note: reminder: The song’s lyrics are going to be bold and italic.

Notice/warnings: naked, showers/cleaning, food, scary moment, pain, transformation

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As they followed Granny Gumbo to her place, there were some stilt houses and there were some other people living.

It felt like a whole community. 

Diane noticed the sound about people talking to each other, music playing, the chirping of birds and crickets, and the water streaming. To her, the sounds made this community all more alive.

Then they soon got to some type of tree house. Of course it was big and beautiful. Almost like a mansion but it was almost like a cottage somewhere around the late 18th to early 19th century.

The lights inside were on as they approached the tree house.

When they went inside, Diane saw Ruby (who was still human) and an alligator wearing a suit.

The both of them just finished talking about something.

Diane gasped excitedly when seeing Ruby. “Ruby!” said Diane, running to her.

Ruby turned around and her eyes lit up with excitement. “Diane!” Ruby exclaimed, hugging her when she got to her.

“Thank goodness you're ok!” Ruby said, looking at Diane again after they hugged.

“Same with you.” Diane said, smiling.

Ruby’s eyes sparkled with excitement when looking at Diane, gently petting her fur. “You are so fluffy!!!” Ruby exclaimed with a big smile. Then she pulled her hand away and quickly said, “Sorry, I should have asked.”

Diane blushed a bit red after her fur was touched. “I am fluffy but thank you for stopping.” she said

Ruby nodded and looked at Lou, Pepe, Moe, Herbert, and Webs. “Are those one of your new friends?” she asked, looking back at Diane.

The ‘fox’ looked at them before looking back at Ruby, nodding. “Yes, this is Lou, Pepe, Moe, Herbert, and Webs.”

Ruby hummed and nodded with a soft smile, waving at them.

While that was happening, Rhonda was still carrying Webs as she walked over to the alligator wearing a suit. Then she offers Webs to him, as if to say ‘Here’.

The ‘alligator’s’ eyes lit up in excitement and in relief when seeing the spider, smiling big. “Webs! You okay?” said the ‘alligator’, picking up the ‘spider’ from the ‘Tasmanian Devil’.

Webs stared at the ‘alligator’ in confusion before her eyes widened in realization. “Wait… Milton?!” Webs said in shock, realizing that it was her other friend.

“Yes! It's me!” Milton said, putting Webs on a nearby table. “You, Moe and Herbert weren't at the place of the meeting and showed you guys a place to stay. So I knew something was up finding you until I found you guys with-”

“Yes, Marmalade, and we made a dumb deal with him.” Webs said flatly as she got on a table. 

“Yeah, I was completely affected by it by the time I alerted Granny Gumbo about it.” Milton explained.

Webs nodded before pausing and stared at him in silence for a bit. “Wait… How did you get infected.” she asked, pointing at him.

“It's a long story.” Milton said “But that’s why I’m also here. To see what’s going on and see if it can be reversed.” 

“Ah. Got it.” Webs humming, nodding.

Then everyone looked at Granny Gumbo as Granny looked at the two ‘water animals’ and asked, “Do you two fishes need a bath too?”

“We’re good but thanks.” Pepe said, shaking his head.

Granny Gumbo looked at Diane, Moe, Herbert, and Webs. “I’ll show you four where the showers and baths are.” the old woman said to them. “Did you bring extra clothes?”

The four looked at each other before looking back at Granny Gumbo. “Well… uh… Lou made us some clothes.” Moe said, pointing at Lou.

Lou took a bow and smiled. “I can go get them.”

“Alright.” Granny Gumbo hummed with a soft smile. Then she looked back at the four. “Now, let's get you four washed up.”

Moe, Diane, Herbert, and Webs nodded to her.

Diane picked up Webs before Granny Gumbo began to guide the four to the bathroom.

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The four followed Granny Gumbo to the bathroom.

“So, how long have you four been animals?” Granny Gumbo asked.

“Two days.” the four said in unison.

Granny Gumbo hummed and nodded before opening and going through the door to the bathroom.

Moe, Diane, Herbert, and Webs followed after her and the four ‘animals’ looked surprised when seeing the bathroom as they got in.

There were multiple showers and a few bathtubs. There were even some sinks. There were also a few wooden benches. It was like it came out of another country.

The bathroom looked more like a bathhouse, just with privacy options and curtains.

“Well, this is very interesting.” Moe said, continuing to look around.

The other nodded in agreement.

Then they looked at Granny Gumbo as the old woman got a basket. “This is for dirty clothes.” she explained before she plugged one of the sinks and began to fill it up with water. “And this is for Ms. Spider.” 

“Thank you.” Webs said.

Granny Gumbo nodded and then pointed at one of the cabinets. “There’s soap, shampoo, and conditioner in there, along with fresh towels.” she said before turning around. “Now I’ll leave to give you four privacy.”

Then she left the room to give them privacy, closing the door on her way out.

Moe, Diane, Herbert, and Webs looked at each other.

“So, how should we do this?” Diane asked as she put Webs on the counter.

“Well, let's get the toiletries and towels out first.” Herbert said, slithering over to the cabinet. 

Moe walks over to help as the ‘snake’ opens it and pulls out a few towels. The ‘wolf’ got the bottles and both of them put them on the counter.

Moe looked at the cabinet one more time and pulled out a med kit before closing it. “Just in case.” he said, pointing it at Diane.

The ‘fox’ hummed and nodded in agreement.

Then the four start to sort the bottles, for who gets what bottles and who gets which shower.

There’s liquid hand soap and travel bottles of shampoo and conditioner set up for Webs. The others are the normal-size bottles for the animal's fur, like for Moe and Diane. And lastly the other bottles are good for scales, like for Herbert.

After sorting the bottles and picking which shower, they all start to realize something.

It seems Granny Gumbo has been prepared for this. 

“It looks like Granny has been doing this for a long time.” Diane said as she realized.

Moe, Herbert, and Webs nodded, looking very worried.

“Let’s get clean.” Moe said, taking his bottles and towel to the shower that he’s going to use.

The others nodded.

Diane and Herbert got their bottles and towels, taking them to their showers that they’re going to use.

Then they each got undressed, putting the very dirty clothes in the basket (except for Webs’ hoodie and Herbert’s hat, those were put on the counter) before going to wash up.

Webs got in the sink while Moe, Herbert, and Diane got in their showers after getting them going.

Diane, Moe, and Herbert begin taking a shower while Webs was taking a bath in a sink, washing off any dirt from their bodies to clean and getting their furs and scales soft. 

They start to feel clean as they clean themselves. 

After cleaning and washing up, Diane shook her body a bit to get some water off of her before she got her towel and wrapped it around her as she got out of her shower. 

She dries herself a bit as looked around to see Webs just got out of the sink and got the hand towel over herself.

Then Webs looked at her and the both of them made eye contact, both starting to blush a bit.

“I- sorry!” Diane started, sounding panic as she covered her eyes with one hand while the other kept her towel up.

“It’s ok!” Webs reassured, wrapping herself in the towel to cover herself. “I promise it’s fine!”

Diane, slowly, uncovered her eyes and lowered her hand to look at Webs, who was still covered by her towel and got something from her hoodie pocket and started to unwrap it.

Both the ‘fox’ and ‘spider’ looked at each other for a moment.

“I've been bathing and showering whenever I can while on the run and doing my business. I normally use gym showers, sometimes rivers, motel bathrooms, or bath houses, depending on the area that I’m in.” Webs explained a bit embarrassedly. “I hope that wasn’t too much.”

Diane hummed and nodded. “It’s ok.” she reassured her, getting her undergarments.

Webs looked at her for a moment before smiling softly and then pulled out a new light green tank top, which got Diane looking confused at her. 

“I told Lou earlier to just make a new hoodie. I have a spare top.” Webs said as she got her backup sports bra on before getting her new tank top.

“Ah, got it.” Diane said with a hum, getting her undergarments on before grabbing the aid kit to get a new bandage on her foot.

“How’s your foot?” Webs asked, tossing the dirty hoodie into the basket.

Diane looked at her and shrugged. “Meh…” she said as she got to one of the benches and sat down. She opened the kit and set it down next to her before lifting and checking her injured foot.

Diane looked at her foot after unwrapping the bandaging.

The cut was still there but the bleeding had stopped.

“Hm…” Diane sighed softly and started to clean her foot with disinfecting cream, which got her to hiss a bit in pain.

The sounds of running water stopped and then Moe asked, “Need help?” 

Diane looked over to see Moe and Herbert just got out of their shower, with their towels over themselves.

Diane nodded. “Yes, please.” she said, putting her towel over herself to cover herself.

“Alright. Give me a moment, then I’ll help.” Moe said, walked over to get his undergarments. After he got his undergarments on, he went to Diane and knelt down in front of her. He checked her foot before getting new bandages from the kit.

It looked like he knew what he was doing as he wrapped her foot.

“I did this all the time back when I was young and while I was on the run with Herbert and Webs.” Moe said, continuing to wrap carefully the foot.

Diane hummed with a soft chuckle. “That’s interesting.” she said, nodding. 

Then the ‘fox’ looked at the ‘snake’, who was looking at the door, as if to either distract himself or know something was coming.

Then there was a knock on the door, which got all four of their attention. 

“I’ll get it.” Herbert said as he slithered over to the door, holding his towel around himself tight so it wouldn't slip.

He carefully opened the door to see Lou, who was holding the new outfits.

“Hi. I’m back with the new finished outfits.” Lou said, showing the outfits in a folded pile. 

Herbert nodded with a hum and carefully took the pile from him, bringing them inside.

Lou turns the other way as he gives the outfits to him.

“Thank you, Lou.” the four ‘animals’ said as Herbert put the clothes on the counter.

“No problem.” Lou said, his head still looking the other way. “Could one of you put the basket of dirty clothes out? There’s a washing machine that Granny has, it’s fast and quick with cleaning.”

“Alright. Here you go.” Herbert said, taking the basket and putting it out into the hallway before closing the door.

The four ‘animals’ looked at the door as they listened Lou pick up the basket and then walked away.

Then Moe went back to bandaging Diane’s foot. “Alright, here go.” Moe said when he was done. 

“Thank you.” Diane said, wiggle her toes for a moment before standing up. Then Diane started to sort out the clothes in order while making sure her towel doesn't fall off her back.

“Ok, I just sorted out the outfits so we don’t get a bit of a mix up.” Diane said when she was done sorting. 

The other ‘animals’ nodded and all four got their clothes.

Diane, Moe, Herbert and Webs smell great, they hadn't washed up since yesterday, aside from the river. They got dressed after they finished washing and drying off.

Diane got on her clothes, which is a violet purple pinafore dress over a royal blue t-shirt, and black flats that fit perfectly. 

Wolf got an ocean color blue suit coat along with a gorgeous grass green swirl design on it, green pants, white socks and even brown shoes. 

Snake got a white shirt with a unique ruby red snake scale-like design on it. He put on his bucket hat back on.

Webs got on cyan blue hoodie with red lining.

All four of them looked at their reflections and they were amazed by their reflections.

The four animals left the bathroom when they were ready.

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When Moe, Herbert, Webs, and Diane got to the others, they could hear some of the conversations.

The four of them looked around as they entered the room.

Granny Gumbo was the first one to notice them as they entered the room. “Ah! I see that you four are done.” she said to them before pointing at a nearby table. “I made warm drinks for the four of you.”

“Thank you.” the four ‘animals’ said together.

They noticed warm hot drinks for them on a table as the four went to the table while Granny left the room with Lou and Pepe.

Diane put Webs on the table when they got to the table.

It's been a while since they had warm drinks. There were three normal cups with one small cup.

They each picked up one of the cups.

Moe sniffed his cup before drinking it. 

Herbert and Webs looked at their cups before drinking theirs.

Diane blew her cup before she drank hers.

The drinks tasted good.

They were able to drink some of it.

When Diane finished drinking her drink, she got up and went after Granny Gumbo.

“Hey, wait for us!” Moe called after her as they put their ups down and started to follow her to get the same answer.

They found where Granny went around the house.

It looked like she was looking for something.

“We are so glad we found you, Granny Gumbo. Pepe and Lou have been telling us all about you. We’ve been traveling quite a long way. And you can’t imagine what we’ve been through.” Diane said, walking over to Granny Gumbo, who looked like she was looking for something. “And we heard that yo-”

Then Granny Gumbo began to interrupt her by calling out, “Zee!”

Then a lizard jumps onto a desk and squeaks, getting Granny Gumbo’s attention.

“Come on, over here, you bad boy. Give me some love now.” Granny Gumbo said with a smile, offering her hand to Zee. 

Zee got on her hand, nuzzling, as Granny Gumbo gently pets him and said, “You just missed your mama, don’t you?”

Diane, Moe, Herbert, and Webs all look at each other with weird looks.

Granny Gumbo chuckled as she put Zee on her head. Then she looked at Pepe and Lou, smiling at them. “Again, it’s good to see you both again, Pepe and Lou.” she said as she went to a recliner. “How's everything been since we last talked?” 

“Yeah, it has been a while.”  Pepe said, smiling.

“We have been surviving but we’re good.” Lou said with a soft chuckle.

Granny Gumbo sat down in the recliner and laughed warmly, “That’s nice.” 

Diane, Moe, Herbert, and Webs went to Granny Gumbo, who got comfortable in her seat.

“Granny Gumbo… We don’t want to take too much of your time.” Diane said

“You want some candies?” Granny asked, opening her hand to reveal some candies that looked a bit old and could break your teeth if you tried to bite them.

The four look at each other

“No, not really.” Moe and Daine said while Herbert and Webs said, “No, no thank you.”

Granny looked at them and hummed, nodding slowly.

“Well now, that’s too bad.” she started as she took one of the candies, putting the rest away and wiping one of them off the dust before eating it. “This is a special candy. Woulda turn y’all human.”

After hearing that, Moe, Diane, Herbert and Webs’ eyes widened in a panic. “No, no, no, please!” the four said in a panic. “We’ll take it!”

Granny Gumbo just started laughing, like she just pulled a good prank. “I’m just messing with y’all!”

Moe, Diane, Herbert, and Webs sighed in relief after realizing that it was a bit of a joke, laughing a bit and calming down.

Diane smiled at the others as she started “How on earth did you know that we want to turn back-?” 

She was cut off when seeing Granny Gumbo napping in the chair.

“Um… Granny Gumbo?” Herbert asked, tapping her arm a bit with his tail.

Then Granny Gumbo jumped out of her seat, startling the four (again), and ran into a different room, shouting, “Zee! Why didn’t you tell me my gumbo was burnin’?!”

“Gumbo?” Diane asked before smelling air to smell the scent. It was one of her favorite father's cooking when she was a kid (No offense to her mother's or her friends or even her own).

She followed the old lady to the kitchen, seeing her stir a big pot.

“I can’t believe this…” Granny Gumbo grumbled to herself. “Got to do everythin’ around here…”

Diane glanced over to see what was in the gumbo pot before looking at the old woman. “What type of gumbo is it?” Diane asked, checking and inspecting. She's seen many different types of gumbo, so much so though she couldn't identify which one exactly it is.

“It’s a recipe that I made.” Granny Gumbo said, glancing at her as she stirred the gumbo. “You can taste it if you like.”

The old woman pulled one of the nearby drawers to show where the silverware was.

Diane got a spoon out, so she could taste it. She got a spoonful of the gumbo and tasted it. She noticed that it was a bit sour and a bit sweeter than any gumbo she had tasted.

“Well? What do you think?” Granny Gumbo asked, looking at her.

“Hm… Your gumbo is pretty amazing actually unlike anything I have seen since I was child but… add a little cumin, hit the parsley, lemon zest, additional cinnamon, with a mix of Tabasco and red peppers and it'll have a good taste.”

Granny Gumbo hummed and went to a cabinet, looking for the things that Diane suggested.

Zee got the cheese grinder out, for the lemon zest, with his mouth holding onto the handle of it, while Granny Gumbo got the things on the counter.

The others peaked in as Granny Gumbo got the things into the pot and then stirred the food together.

Then she began taking a taste after letting the ingredients mix together.

It tasted better than expected.

Granny Gumbo started to  laugh and exclaim excitedly, “That got some zydin’ to it! I guess that’s what we needed.” 

“No problem.” Diane said with a confused chuckle.

Granny Gumbo chuckled and looked at her. “Now, you figured out what you need?” 

Diane was confused by the question as Webs crawled onto her shoulder while Moe and Herbert walked over to them.

“Uh… Well… It’s just like you said, Granny Gumbo. We need to be human.” Diane said, pointing at herself and then at the others.

Granny Gumbo’s smile faded into a frown and then she gave a loud forced laugh in her face, making the ‘fox’ jump back a bit and bump into the ‘wolf’.

Webs quickly got onto Moe's shoulder after the bump, clinging onto him.

“You are blind to what’s in front of ya!” Granny Gumbo said with sass, pointing at Diane in the chest. 

Diane was confused about what saying and looked at Webs, Moe, and Herbert to see if they understood what she’s saying.

The three of them looked equally confused.

“What’s going on in here?” Pam asked, walking in with Emmlylou, Joy, Rhonda, Ruby, and Mitlon.

“Well the thing is-” Herbert started but was interpreted by Granny Gumbo clearing her throat, which got everyone’s attention.

“You want to be human…” Granny Gumbo started, sounding calm. “But you blind to what you need.”

“What we want, what we need… It’s all the same thing, yes?” Moe asked with a shrug.

Then Granny gave the ‘wolf’ an angry glare before slapping on the back of his head. 

“Ow!” Moe exclaimed a bit in pain, rubbing where he got slapped.

“It’s the same thing? No!” Granny Gumbo shouted at him before walking away, going to the .

“Come on, there has to be something!” Ruby said angrily. “I don’t want my friends to be hurt or dead because of an animal mix up from hunters!”

Granny Gumbo began to think for a moment as she walked to the main room, where there’s a huge open sunroof on the ceiling and some neighbors went over by the rooftops.

“Well I got an answer.” she said, turning a crank of a record player to play music. 

Everyone (except for Pepe, Lou, Milton, and the other guests) were confused of what’s going on.

Granny Gumbo around to look at everyone, chuckling, “You all better to listen to Granny now!”

She set the tone as she hopped back a bit, smiling at them. Then she begins to sing, “Don't matter what you look like!” 

Granny Gumbo summoned a sort of cane as she continued, “Don't matter what you wear! How many rings you got on your finger, we don't care!” She summoned magical rings on her fingers, showing it to the four animals before making the rings disappear.

“No we don't care!” The neighbors (suddenly appeared on the rooftop) singing like the chorus, which startled most of the ‘animals’ again.

Granny Gumbo chuckled softly as she picked up Zee and put him on the floor.

“Don't matter where you come from. It doesn't even matter what you are.” Granny Gumbo sang before snapping her fingers. “A dog, a pig, a cow, a goat! Had 'em all in here!

She turned Zee into different animals as she listed the animals before turning him back to a lizard.

“We had 'em all in here!” The neighbors repeated.

Granny Gumbo chuckled and spun around a bit as she continued, “And they all knew what they wanted, what they wanted me to do. I told 'em what they needed. Just like I be telling you! You got to dig a little deeper! Find out who you are! You got to dig a little deeper! It really ain't that far! When you find out who you are, You'll find out what you need! Blue skies and sunshine guaranteed!”

Granny Gumbo got her magic cane out and did a digging motion.

“You got to dig!” “(dig!)”

“You got to dig!” “(dig!)”

Then Granny Gumbo looked at Moe, Herbert, and Webs. They looked like they were about to step out of the room, like this doesn’t infect them.

The old woman got a crate that was near them, looking down at them while they tried to step out.

“Hey, Mr. Wolfy, Mr. Snakey, and Websy.” Granny Gumbo sang as Moe stepped away with Herbert and Webs. They stopped and looked up at her when she tapped her magic cane.

“Hey!” the three exclaimed as she pulled them back into the spotlight to them.

“You wanna keep on running with your lover? That ain't gonna make you happy now, Did it make you happy then?”

Moe and Webs were about to say something but were cut off by Granny Gumbo shouting “No!”

With the tap of her cane, Granny gumbo begins to use some wind with her magic spinning all around the three of them.

“Running means no stopping! Running means to let go!”

Moe and Herbert held onto each other while Webs clung onto Moe’s suit jacket like her life depended on it.

“All you need is to stop and look around.” Granny Gumbo explained, tapping her cane and the magic wind stopped blowing. “Make yourself a brand new start! You got to dig a little deeper.”

Moe and Herbert let go and looked at each other before starting to laugh while Webs started to slide off the suit jacket and onto the crate, looking at Granny Gumbo in confusion.

The old woman smiles down at her while she hops down from the crate and then points a hand to someone as she explains to her, “Don't have far to go.”

Webs looked to see that Granny Gumbo was pointing at Diane, who was dancing Rhonda.

The ‘fox’ looks happy and beautiful while dancing. 

“You got to dig a little deeper!” 

Webs start to recognize that she did feel different when she was with Diane. She stared at Diane in awe, a small smile and blush a little appeared on her face as she started to realize what Granny was singing.

“Tell the people Granny told you so!” Granny Gumbo chuckled, putting a gentle hand on Webs’ back. “Can't tell you what you'll find, maybe love will grant you peace of mind. Dig a little deeper and you'll know!”

Webs looked up at Granny and nodded to her, showing that she started to understand.

Granny Gumbo chuckled softly as she gently patted Webs’ back before she started to walk over to Diane.

Then Moe gently tapped the crate top, getting Webs’ attention. She looked up at Moe and smiled softly at him. “... Moe, can I ask you something?” Webs asked, walking over to him.

“Sure.” Moe said, offering his paw to her. “You want to talk about something?”

Webs smiles soft and nodded, climbing up his hand and up his arm. “Yeah… The question is this… How do you tell someone that you… like or love them?” the ‘spider’ asked a bit embarrassedly, looking at the ‘wolf’.

“Here are a couple of suggestions. Pick a good time to tell the person how you feel and don’t rush into it. Also be your real self and be the better person that you want to be.” Wolf explained as he looked at Webs, a soft smile on his face.

Webs nodded before looking at Diane again. ‘Maybe I’ll ask her.’ she thought, smiling softly.

Diane stopped dancing when she noticed Granny Gumbo walk over to her.

“Miss Foxy, might I have a word?” Granny Gumbo asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Diane said, nodding.

“You're a hard one, that's what I heard.” Granny Gumbo chuckled as she took Diane to the kitchen and to the gumbo, while her friends followed them and stood by the doorway.

It shows Diane a memory of her childhood with her parents (the one with them at the potluck).

Diane’s eyes lit up when seeing the memory, smiling softly at it.

“Your father is a loving man. Family through and through. You are your father's daughter. What he had in him you got in you!”

Granny Gumbo patted Diane's back and guided her out of the kitchen by a different door, taking her up the stairs to the rooftop.

“You got to dig a little deeper! For you it's gonna be tough. You gotta dig a little deeper! You ain't dug near far enough! Dig down deep inside yourself, you'll find out what you need!” 

Everyone starts to follow them, very into the song.

… except for Ruby. 

Ruby looked dizzy as she tried to follow everyone but kept on stumbling until she just stopped and leaned on the wall, panting softly while watching everyone go to the next level as the song continued.

“Blue skies and sunshine guaranteed!”

“Open up the windows! Let in the light, children!” Granny Gumbo exclaimed, using her magic to light up the darkness.

“Blue skies and sunshine! Blue skies and sunshine!” Everyone sang happily. 

“Blue skies and sunshine!” Diane sang, a big smile on her face.

“Guaranteed!” Granny Gumbo sang.

Everyone sang and held a long note until the music finished as a grand finale, the magic lights shined bright. 

Everyone started to talk with each other when the music stopped.

Diane had never felt this joyful since New Year's Eve of Y2K.

The neighbors talked with each other as they went back to their homes

Lou and Pepe thought the music was still on but Milton snapped them out of it by tapping their shoulders. “Hey, it’s done.” Milton said to them.

The two looked at him and gave (more of tried) a thumbs up.

Granny Gumbo chuckled softly and looked at Diane as she asked, “So, Ms Foxxy? Do you know what you need?”

Diane nodded excitedly. She didn't know what to say but before she could say anything, a loud crash came from down stairs and a loud scream, “SOMEBODY HELP ME!” 

Everyone jumped and looked at the direction where it came from.

It was Ruby… and she sounded like she was in a lot of pain…

Diane was the first to snap out of the shock. “Oh my- Ruby!” Diane exclaimed worried, rushing over to where Ruby was. 

“Ruby!?” Diane, Pam, Emmily Lou, Joy and Rhonda called out, quickly rushed downstairs to help and see what’s going on.

The other ‘animals’ and Granny Gumbo quickly followed after them.

“Ruby-!” Diane started as she got to the room but she stopped when seeing what was happening to Ruby.

There were different colors spinning around the friend.

Ruby was on the floor, she stopped screaming as different colors spin quickly around her, starting to transform her into an animal.

When the transformation was done, the different color lights were gone and Ruby was a German Shepherd. Ruby panted as she passed out from pain. 

The five friends stared at their passed out friend, processing what happened, as the rest of the others and Granny Gumbo just got into the room.

Before anyone walked over, Ruby let out a groan, “UGH…”

Ruby slowly opened her eyes as she slowly sat up and looked at everyone, confused about what happened. 

“What… happened?” she asked, looking at everyone before looking at herself. Her breathing became heavy and quick, tears peeking at her eyes. “What… What happened to me?” Ruby whimpered, fear in her voice as her ears went back to her head and she looked at her hands that just became paws.

Pam and Granny Gumbo quickly went to her and checked on her.

Ruby looked at both of them, hoping there was an answer to what was happening.

Everyone was worried and wanted an answer for what’s going on too. 

“Is she ok?” Emmy Lou asked, worried.

“Does it look like she is ok?!” Diane snapped angrily at her.  

Emmy Lou looked at Diane, a look of confusion on her face. “I’m just asking if she’s ok! I’m worried for her. We’re all worried!”

Diane froze for a moment and then took in a breath, trying to calm down. “I… sorry about that…” she apologized. 

Then Diane walked out of the room to get herself to calm down.

Moe looked at where Diane went before going after her. “Diane?” he called out to her.

Diane was in the hallway, leaning against the wall. She took a deep breath before looking at him.

“Hey… You ok?” Moe asked, walking over to her.

Diane stared at him for a moment before looking at the ceiling and sighing, “I don’t know what I’m feeling… Mad? Upset? All I know is that the emotion I’m feeling it’s at myself…”

Moe nodded in understanding. “Can't blame ya.” Moe said, shrugging a bit and looking up at the ceiling. “When Herbert, Webs, and I woke up after our transformations, I was mad and upset at myself…”

Diane looked at Moe. “You were?” she asked.

Moe nodded sadly, looking down. “Yeah…”

They pause for a moment, silence filled the air in the hall.

Then Diane started to ask, “How are you so calm?”

“What do you mean?” Moe asked, looking at her again.

“I mean you sometimes calmer in situations.” Diane said

“Well, remember I told you about how I grew up with my mother?” Moe asked with a chuckle.

Diane nodded.

“I was taught to be calm during situations.” Moe explained, a small smile on his face. “Ever since Young age with my mother's guidance but not only that but along with some of my father figures.”

“Father figures?” she asked “I didn't know you had father figures other than your mother?”

“Yeah. It does also make sense on how I act and treat others.”

Diane hummed and nodded.

Then they looked down the hallway at the room where they came from, seeing Herbert slithering over to them.

“Everything ok?” he asked, looking at both of them.

The two ‘canines’ nodded.

“Yea… I feel a bit better now.” Diane said.

“That’s good.” Herbert said before pointing into the other room. “Granny and Pam just finished checking on Ruby. We’re most likely going to have an answer about what’s going on.” 

Diane and Moe nodded before they both followed Herbert back into the room where everyone else was in.

The others were still in the room when they got back in.

Granny Gumbo and Pam finished checking Ruby to see what was going on with her. 

“Oh… this is bad… this is not good…” Granny Gumbo said under her breath, shaking her head.

“What’s wrong?” Pam asked, worried.

“This curse is different from the others… The curse is spreading.” Granny Gumbo answered loudly, turning around to look at everyone.

“What?!” Milton shouted angrily, walking in. “Granny! You said that it wouldn't spread unless it was fresh made contact!”

“She didn't touch any of the water.” Pam said while Ruby said “I didn’t touch the water.”

Granny Gumbo sighed and looked at the ‘animals’. “This curse is acting more like a sickness that can spread like wildfire instead of just  infecting a few people at a time…” the old woman explained, worried in her voice.

Pam’s eyes widened when hearing this, like it reminds her of her studies. “Like a plague…” Pam said, very worried.

Everyone’s eyes widened in shock and worry, unsure of what to say.

The quiet silence filled the room.

“Is there a way to break this curse? Or is there nothing?” Herbert asked, breaking the silence.

Granny Gumbo looked at him before nodding and pointed at Herbert, Moe, Webs, and Diane. “You four, follow me.” she said as she started to leave the room.

As the four began to follow her, Diane looked back at her friends then at Granny Gumbo.

Diane had a lot of things going through her head and it made her worried. ‘Hope everything will be okay and this will all be fixed.’ she thought.

“There’s one way to break this curse.” Granny Gumbo said to them as they walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

They made it to the kitchen, seeing that Zee was helping with the gumbo by watching it and making sure it didn’t burn again.

“And that’s what?” the four ‘animals’ asked together as they watched Granny Gumbo as the old woman got a spoon out, tapped it and made it glow gold.

“Look in the gumbo pot.” Granny Gumbo said as she got to the gumbo pot, putting the spoon into the pot and begins stirring the gumbo

The four ‘animals’ went to the gumbo pot and looked at the gumbo inside as Granny Gumbo started to chant something.

“Gumbo, gumbo in the pot…” Granny chanted as she stirred. “We need answers, show what you got!”

The gumbo shined for a moment before showing Marmalade with Cuddles in a hotel room.

“Huh?” Diane, Moe, Herbert, and Webs asked, confused and looked at Granny Gumbo.

“Just watch the gumbo.” granny said, repeating what she said earlier as she pointed at the pot.

The four ‘animals’ looked back at the pot to watch the scene.

“Everything will be ok.” Marmalade reassured Cuddles.

(But what we don’t-!) Cuddles started to sign but stopped when Marmalade shouted, “We will!”

Cuddles stared at him, worried on his face.

Marmalade took in a breath, calming down, and then smiled softly. 

“Thankfully, I have a plan,” Marmalade said, taking something out of his jacket pocket. It was a voodoo doll.

The voodoo doll looked like Vinny Wolf.

“Once the shadows come back and we get the Wolf’s blood, things will get back on track. You play as Mason Wolf for the wedding.” Marmalade explained, showing him the voodoo doll. Then a dark smile around his face as he said, “After the ‘I do’s, Vinny Wolf will be taken care of.” 

Cuddles look at him, unsure about all this. (Ok, but what about Mary? She will find out that I am not Mason.) Cuddles signed.

Marmalade stared at him before smiling softly at him. “Don’t worry, everything will be ok, Cornelius.” Marmalade reassured him, putting the voodoo doll back in his jacket pocket.

Then Marmalade went to the door, “I’ll be back.” he said to Cuddles, looking at him as he opened the door.

Cuddles nodded.

Marmalade left the room and closed the door before walking down the hallways.

He sighed as he went down the hallway and went into the stairwell.

Marmalade got something else out of his jacket as he went to one of the walls of the stairwell, drawing a door.

When he was done drawing, he snapped his fingers together and the drawn door started to glow before it became a real door. 

The door was a dark purple.

He opened the magic door and entered this new magic room. 

It was a dark room, full of other voodoo dolls that look like they’re from different centuries. In the middle of the room, there was a table. On it were some tarot cards, a candle, a science kit, and a spell book.

Marmalade walked over to the table, flicking his wrist and the candle lit up.

He got the Talisman out, looking at it with his shadow. Marmalade sighed as he looked at the Talisman.

“Come on, now… I’m running out of time, I need more for the harvest- wait…” he said to himself then an idea popped into his head. Then he looked at his shadow with a dark smile before grabbing and opening the magic book.

Marmalade looked at a page with his shadow.

On the page, it showed how to combine a good soul along with a sinister soul.

“Combining two souls, one good and one sinister, it’ll make a bigger soul. That’ll be more than enough for the harvest.” Marmalade said out loud, pointing at the page.

A sinister smile began to form on his face while his shadow nodded.

Then Marmalade looked at his shadow and asked, “Could you get some more of the shadows?”

The four ‘animals’ were shocked and looked at each other then at the gumbo again.

Marmalade’s shadow showed a bit worried by -body- shadow language.

“Don’t worry.” Marmalade reassured the shadow. “It’ll give us a bigger chance.”

Marmalade’s shadow showed calmer and nodded as Marmalade smiled at his shadow.

Then the vision in gumbo faded away and went back to being gumbo.

“This can't be happening…” Moe breathed, worried as he looked at Herbert, Diane, and Webs. “We need to stop this from happening. If he does this, who knows what horrors will happen…”

Herbert, Webs, and Diane nodded. 

Then they looked at each other before looking at Granny Gumbo.

“What should we do?” Diane asked, worry in her voice.

“There is one way to break the curse.” Granny Gumbo said, putting up a finger. “Break the talisman.”

The four ‘animals’ nodded.

“Ok… Break the talisman…” Webs repeated, recapping what was told before asking, “Then what?”

“I’m getting to that.” Granny Gumbo said, looking at her before stirring the gumbo again.

The gumbo glowed again and showed the silhouette form of the talisman.

“You four, or at least one of you, need to break the talisman.” Granny explained, pointing at the silhouette of the talisman “When you do, BOOM!” She tapped on the form and a burst of light shined and then showed everyone’s silhouettes as human in the pot. “The curse will stop and you’ll all turn back to human!”

The four started to smile with excitement but then stopped when Granny held up a hand and added with some worry, “But… if the four of you aren't back being human again after the talisman is broken… then I’ll try and find something else to help.”

The four ‘animals’ looked at each other, worried expressions on their faces.

“Like a kiss or something?” Webs asked, looking back at Granny.

Granny Gumbo stared for a moment before shrugging. “Maybe.”

That didn’t ease their worries.

“We need to go and stop this from happening.” Moe said, looking at the others before starting to leave the room with Webs. “Come on!”

Herbert nodded and followed after them while Moe talked to the others in the other room.

Diane was about to follow them but stopped by Granny Gumbo grabbing her arm.

“Hm? Granny?” Diane asked, confused.

The ‘fox’ tried to shake her arm to get Granny to let go of her, but the old woman had a tight grip on her arm.

Granny looked at Diane, worried in her eyes. “Diane, I need you to be strong when you face Him.” the old woman warned, not letting go of her arm.

“Um… What do you mean?” Diane asked, getting more confused and worried.

“I see two paths when you face him.” Granny Gumbo explained with warning in her voice, still holding her arm. “He gives you a deal, a deal that you can’t refuse. You MUST say no to him.”

“And if he eventually wins then that means…?” Diane asked, starting to get scared.

“Everyone will be nothing but food and play things to his ‘friends’ while he joins them as being a powerful being… along with you…” Granny Gumbo explained before begging, “So, Please… when the time comes, say no to him!”

The ‘fox’ snapped out of the fear and nodded. “I understand. I won’t let you down.” she reassured her.

Granny Gumbo sighs with a small smile as she lets go of Diane’s arm.

Diane looked at her before leaving the kitchen, looking at the other ‘animals’.

They all begin checking everything and getting their things before they leave.

Diane walked over to them, going to Ruby first.

Ruby looked at herself in the mirror, looking at her new form in the reflection. She looked like she was close to crying, whimpering a bit as her ears went back to her head.

Diane went over to her and asked, “Hey, you ok?”

Ruby looked at Diane and shrugged. “I don’t know…” she replied, holding her hands close to herself.

“Everything will be ok.” Diane reassures her.

“But what if I never-” Ruby started, sounding panicked, but was cut off as Diane held her hands to get her attention and interrupted, “You will go back to being human again, along with everyone else. I promise.”

“That’s right.” Pam said.

Ruby and Diane looked over to see Pam, Emmy Lou, Joy, and Rhonda nodding in agreement.

Ruby started to calm down before hugging Diane, who hugged her back.

Meanwhile, Webs was on a table as she looked at Daine with her friends. She sighed softly and hugged herself.

“Webs?” Milton asked with a blank around his face

Webs look up to see Milton walk over to her. He had a satchel bag full of something. 

“You ok?” Milton asked when he got to her.

“Hm? Oh, I’m ok.” Webs said, trying to sound reassuring.

Milton raised an eyebrow and gave her a look. “Come on, I know you. Something is on your mind.” he said.

“It's just…” Webs started, trying to get out what she wants to say. “I’m just thinking… of asking someone out… It’s stupid…”

Milton hummed softly, nodding. Then he noticed the others starting to leave. 

“How about you tell me while we leave?” Milton asked, looking back at Webs.

Webs nodded.

Then she looked at that satchel bag. “What’s in the bag?” she asked, pointing at the bag

“Some light. Just in case those Shadows come out and attack.” Milton said, adjusting the satchel bag on his shoulder.

Webs hummed and nodded. 

Milton smiled softly and offered his hand to her, so she could crawl up.

She got on his hand and crawled up his arm.

Milton started to walk as Webs explain, “It's just… being on the run for so long and just going from place to place, barely stopping. I just… I’m also scared she would say ‘no’… after everything.”

Milton hummed softly and nodded as he continued to walk. “Well… you can still ask her to see if she wants to. It’s good to ask.” he reassured, smiling softly at her as they got outside.

Thank you.” Webs said, smiling back before then realized something. Then she looked at him and asked, “Wait… how did you and Diane’s friends get here?” 

Milton got quiet for a moment before laughing softly. “Well… It's a long story. A complicated one, but…to cut it short, we got here by a yacht that Emmly Lou owns.” Milton said

Webs hummed and nodded. “Interesting.” 

Milton nodded with a chuckle. “Yeah, but anyways, you got this. Ask her.” he said as he continued to walk.

Webs nodded a bit before looking at where Diane was, who was talking to Pam and Ruby for a bit.

Webs couldn’t help but smile at her. ‘Got to dig deeper and tell her.’ she thought, chuckling softly.

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Author’s Notes: Just to explain, Granny is older and she doesn’t always remember the right things. Like the witch from Brave; she forgot the bit of the spell when Merida left but then remembers sometime later.

[ask-steven-stevenson]

A relatively tall woman (about 6’1) walked in, her head was a cream colored phone. The dial of which laid smack dab in the middle of their face, her handset rested at the very top and they couldn’t seem to keep her hands away from their cord. She wore a lanyard decorated in cats around their neck, hanging from it was a small name tag that read ‘Diane.’ She adjusted their sweater before speaking.

“Hi! This is, uhm.. Fazbenders, correct? I’m here looking for a job!”

//GIGGLES TAKE MY OWN LIL OC :33

(YAYY MORE OCS/pos

(Also! Jake is back. Just a fun fact bc YAY)

A sigh escaped from Steven. Stretching a small bit. It was probably useless, but hey. It at least felt nice. Another thing that he did enjoy was the voice box!! Though he still retained his real voice, during work he'd prefer the built in voice box. The second someone walked in, Steven seemingly looked slightly annoyed. Sure, he didn't even know who or what they needed, but considering everything today. He didn't seem thrilled. As they approached Steven once more! Changed his whole demeanor. Going back to his strict, more authoritarian demeanor. He took a second to take in what the other said before taking a second to respond.

"Ah. Yes. This is Fazbender's. I mean. If you are looking for a job. We here are always willing to accept a new hire! It's as I always say, 'The family welcomes you with open arms.'. We here at Fazbender’s would love to have you as apart of the family.”

[melis-writes]

Please, spill some tea on Al’s relationships. 😭 Someone on quora has said Diane is painting herself as the victim while we don’t know his perspective, that she is the one who never had a long term and stable relationship while her exes went on to have their own families. And I’m like… dude… Al Pacino has kids but he sure hasn’t had a stable relationship with anyone, lol.

AH HELL NO, NO BULLSHIT ABOUT DIANE LIKE THAT >:( Also incredibly mean and more than likely untrue lmao like we need to automatically take Al's side on what happened in their relationship? 👀 I mean really, it was a private relationship between two adults that started like ~50 years ago, so based on what's publicly out there, I know that...

Diane said on the Ellen show she had quite a few relationships that lasted "about 5 years". She also said no man she ever dated proposed to her, which is why she didn't end up married. I actually ended up finding out that Warren Beatty did in fact propose to Diane but she said no. I found on this article a reason why, which is Diane wanting to focus on her career, but I can't find the original source I read it on which didn't state a reason--just simply that Diane didn't want to marry him. I read that this happened during the filming of a movie they had together and as a result, Warren made Diane rehearse a scene (or something) again and again on purpose to take his frustration out on her. Again, don't know if this is true or not, just what I read!

Also, to assume that someone hasn't had stable relationships because they never married or have children is such utter bullshit.

Y'all wanna talk about unstable relationships? Let's talk about Al Pacino real quick. 😂

Al's first mentioned gf was Jill Clayburgh, an actress and I believe they got together around 1967. The broke up a short while after TFG released. Al talked about wanting to marry her and have kids in the future but what did he do? He told her he was in love with another woman and left her just like that.

We know how on and off Al was with Diane and how that one ended. What I still can't find any info on or make sense of is them breaking up in 1990, but no mentions of breakups in 1988 or 1989, but Al having a child in 1989 with someone else? Sheesh.

There was an interview Al and Marthe Keller did together around the Bobby Deerfield days. Marthe was almost describing what kind of wedding/wedding gown she would want to wear. She was saying no pressure on marriage/kids, and the interview described Al as being quiet, awkward and not saying anything. Marthe was head over heels, swooning a whole paragraph about how amazing Al was and he said nothing. All he did was smile awkwardly. They broke up later down the line of course, and Marthe I believe kept one of his mugs he drank out of.

I'd recommend reading "A Life on the Wire" for all the Al relationship tea, let me tell you that. Personally from what I've read in it, "unstable" doesn't even begin to cover it lmfao. Cut Diane some slack, y'all. 😭

[extremelyblackandwhite]

please more chris and diane!!!!

pairing: bar owner destroyer!chris x reader

It had become something that calmed her down after work, going to see Chris at his bar. No matter how many times he said he didn’t want her there, he always had a pint of Coke waiting for her with a lemon slice and a cup full of ice. Just like every single Friday, she parked her car by the bikes, her hand pushing the door; yet, instead of hearing Chris mock her or call her Diane Chambers again, she found the bar was oddly quiet. 

     - Hey little bride. - Bill piped up. - How’s work? That case still giving you a headache? Need me to silence them?

     - Bill, you can’t tell me you’ll commit murder for me. That way I can’t defend you in a court of law. - she sat next to him. - Where’s the half bald version of Sam Malone? 

     - Ah ... - Bill took a sip of his beer. - He’s wallowing in self pity in the back. 

     - And the bar is still open?

     - Free beer, little bride. He can wallow in self pity as much as he’d like if that means I get as many pints as I can serve.   

Y/N looked around, grabbing her bag and making her way towards the back. She’d never been to his office before, heck, she’d only been to the upstairs bedroom because he didn’t want her to “die near his bar”. Chris was a private person, he didn’t really like sharing much about himself. He’d never told Y/N what he did before he was a bar owner, he didn’t tell her how old he was, he didn’t tell her his last name and he definitely never invited her into the back. However, perhaps the last one was solely reserved for whenever a pretty lady walked into the bar. She’d witness it one too many times before when a woman, either lost or intent into going in the bar would struck a conversation with Chris and soon enough she’d be invited in the back. Y/N guessed she was not part of the elite group of women who go to go there. She knocked on the door but heard no answer or Chris’ familiar grunting so she opened the door to find him smoking, his boots atop his desk right next to a glass of whiskey on the rocks, just like the one he used to have at the end of the day. 

   - Bill said you were wallowing in self-pity. - she closed the door behind her. - Just came to warn if you don’t go outside, they’re gonna drink all the ale they can find. 

    - Couldn’t give a shit about that. - he replied but not like he usually did. No, he sounded crude. - What? Can’t find the tap for Coke? 

   - Came to check in on you since you’re apparently chain smoking and drinking yourself to death. 

    - Don’t be dramatic, Diane. - he put out the end of his cigarette against the ashtray before grabbing another one and lightening. - You want one?

    - I don’t smoke. - she crossed her arms. He chuckled, letting out a cloud of smoke and a mumble of “of course not”. - Do you want to talk? 

    - My god, Diane, the last thing I need is you to pretend to be a shrink. 

    - You’re clearly acting like much more of an asshole than you usually do. 

    - Maybe I am an asshole, have you thought about that? - he replied as if her words had no effect on him and if he was being honest, today her words had little to no effect on him.  

    - God, I thought we were past this act of you pretending you hate me. 

    - I never pretended I hate you, I’ve always did hate you, you spoilt little princess. 

    - Really? I am the best thing that could’ve happened to you. At least I made the bar a bit brighter. 

    - Are you kidding me? You are the worse thing that has ever happened to me. Now I don’t know if you’re only sticking around here because you’re needy or horny since you escaped the lucky bastard that is your ex-fiancé, but I was the happiest man in the world before you stepped foot here. 

    - Does that make you feel better? Does it? 

    - Sure as hell beats having to actually be outside and pretend I give a fuck about what you have to say every Friday. 

    - You know what? Fuck you, Chris!

    - Isn’t that what you came here to do?

She turned around and slammed the door behind her, making enough of a noise that the whole bar had turned to see what was happening. However, at this moment she couldn’t give more of a damn about how many people were looking at her. Instead, she just forcefully grabbed her bag and made her way out of the bar and into her car. New York had enough bars for her to content herself with. 

(...)

Chris stared at the old clock he’d gotten when he first bought the place. The pointers kept moving, almost mocking him about how intent he was on knowing what time it was. 3:58, 2 minutes and how many seconds away from closing time. The only people in the bar were him and Bill who had happily been ranting about a new bike he was looking to buy and re-do. 

    - She’s not coming. - he said, drinking whatever was left of the beer in his glass. 

    - Don’t know who you’re talking about. 

    - Yes, you do. - he interrupted the bar owner before he could continue. - She hasn’t come back in two weeks. 

    - I couldn’t give any more fucks about where she is. Keeps my bar sane if she’s not around. 

    - Still think it was a dick move to unload on her like that. Kid was just trying to be nice. 

    - Last thing I need is a spoiled girl in my bar. - he cleaned the last glass, part of him still hoping she was gonna waltz in late like she used to do. 

    - You know what, Chris? It’s not her fault ‘ya ex-bride is popping out ‘ya best mate’s kid. Keep going with this bullshit and you’re gonna be alone.

    - What is this? Protect Diane Chambers time? If you like her so much, then fuck her for all I care. 

    - You watch how you talk about her. - he got up. - Don’t wanna have any problems with me, son.

Honestly, Chris felt tempted to start a fight. Between Y/N throwing a fit over nothing and his ex being pregnant, maybe getting punched and throwing a few punches would make him feel better. However, this was Bill and starting a fight with him would either end up with Chris in the ER or in the cemetery. Both seemed like great options but he was tired and all he wanted to do now was go upstairs and watch whatever shitty TV show was on. He threw the Coke glass in the sink and went upstairs. 

She didn’t come again for 4 weeks and he knew how ridiculous it was that he had started to count them, yet here he was now, 4 weeks in without a sight of her. Perhaps it was better she was not here on this particular Friday, the bar crowded with Bill’s old friends as he celebrated whatever birthday he was celebrating. Chris didn’t ask, it was not his business. He just stayed behind the bar, serving whatever it was they ordered. 

    - LITTLE BRIDE! - his attention finally turned towards the group as he saw her there. She had come back. - You came!

    - Couldn’t miss your birthday, Bill. You know you’re my favourite. 

    - Sit. - he gathered room for her. - You want anything? 

    - No, I just came to wish you happy birthday and drop by a little gift. - she put a black bag on the table. - I have to get back to New York, have a business trip next week. 

   - A very busy lady, aren’t ‘ya?

   - I keep busy. - she smiled. - I’ll see you around, Bill. Don’t get into too much trouble. 

   - Can’t promise anything.

How dare she? How dare she come into his bar after 4 weeks and not even direct a word to him? Heck, he’d let her sleep in one of the extra bedrooms upstairs and even if not, this was his bar and good manners dictated she said something, even if an annoyed “hi”. He threw the red rag he was using to clean the counter on the floor and went past the bar and outside, following her like a raged wolf. 

   - You gotta be fucking kidding me, Y/N. 

   - I don’t feel like engaging you in your petty little fights tonight, Chris. - she took her car keys from her bag. 

   - Oh really? You love to talk so much, actually, you never shut up but tonight you particularly chose to talk to everyone but me. 

   - I thought since you hate me so much, I’d save you the trouble of having to speak to me. 

   - Oh, real mature, Y/N. - he crossed his arms. 

   - Yes, real mature. I haven’t heard you apologise for being an absolute dickhead the last time we spoke. Actually, I’ve never heard you apologise for anything. 

   - What? You want me to apologise for hurting your feelings? Grow a backbone, Y/N. 

   - Maybe you should grow some manners. - she stepped towards him. 

   - You are the most fucking annoying person I have ever met. 

   - LIKEWISE! 

The two stared at each other with fire in their eyes and before Chris or Y/N could think about what would be the correct thing to do in this situation, he had wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her in for a kiss. The two pulled apart, her eyes looking into his with a mix of shock, innocence and shyness. 

   - I have to go back to New York.

   - You probably should.

   - Yes, I should. 

   - Drive safe.

   - I will. 

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

this could be the beginning of something great. ( sam malone x reader )

gif belongs to me

You met Diane when she worked with Sumner and when their engagement fell apart, you were the only one who stood by her while everyone else claimed she was a homewrecker - and a bad one at that. You had warned her about pursuing a relationship with Sumner but when news of their engagement broke, you appeared happy for her, although you had a feeling how it would end.

For weeks Diane lied about working at Cheers, embarrassed to be working as a waitress, but you found out about her new job when you had a drink in the bar while waiting for your reserved table at Melville's to be ready.

You approached the bar, raising an eyebrow at the blonde who pretended to be cleaning glasses. "Do you work here?"

"Yes." She admitted. "But only until I find somewhere else."

You shook your head, "And you didn't tell me because..."

"Well, look at this place." She gestured wildly and you looked at a tall brown-haired man when he called out, "Hey!"

"I agree." You pointed at Sam, "I think it's nice."

Sam grinned, sliding up next to Diana, "Well, thank you. Sam Malone." He held a hand out and before you could shake it, she hit your hand away with a towel.

"He owes the bar," Diane explained, glaring at him.

You turned when your friends called for you to join them upstairs at Melville's and you looked at Sam. "It was nice meeting you, Sam." You looked at Diane, "We'll talk when I get back."

When you walked away Diane noticed the lift of Sam's lips and knew what he was thinking. After working in Cheers for three weeks she knew exactly what kind of man he was, and it was not the type of guy she wanted interested in you.

"Your friend seems nice."

"Don't even think about it."

Sam held his hands up, "I'm just saying -"

"Ah!" She pointed at him and he raised his eyebrows when she walked away.

Almost two hours later you returned to Cheers after dinner, this time alone, and sat on one of the barstools, smiling at Sam when he approached you.

"What can I get for you?"

When you told him your drink of choice, he began to tell you what it told him about the type of person you were and you rested your chin on your hand, a faint smile on your lips as you observed him.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. I happen to like that in a woman." He said as he placed a napkin in front of you, followed by a glass.

You shook your head, taking a sip while Sam propped his foot behind the bar, resting his elbow on his thigh. "You see it's all to do with the...uh,"

"Frontal lobe." You supplied with a smile.

He snapped his fingers, pointing at you. "Exactly."

You shook your head, your smile growing.

"How was dinner?"

"Overpriced slop. The conversations were hardly stimulating either." You replied.

"You know, I know a nice little Italian place nearby that we could go to and have a little stimulating conversation."

Diane appeared before you could respond and sprayed him with soda. Sam retreated and you watched the two with rapt attention, sipping your drink. Sam went to his office to get a fresh shirt and Diane took the time to warn you about Sam Malone - former relief pitcher for the Red Sox and serial womanizer.

You listened as she listed all the reasons you should not go out with him and when you had heard enough, you held a hand up to silence her. "If it means that much to you, I will steer clear."

Diane topped up your glass before leaving to wait tables and when Sam returned she was carrying drinks to the pool room. You smiled when Sam rested his arms on the bar and spoke before he could.

"Were you really a relief pitcher for the Red Sox?"

"Diane told you about me?"

You nodded. "She also mentioned that I would be doing my fellow women a disservice by going out to dinner with you. She said you are an eternal bachelor who asks women out for one night and never call them back, nor do you answer their calls." You sipped your drink as he straightened, hiding your amusement at the situation.

"I asked you out to dinner because I think you're funny and smart but you don't take yourself too seriously, and I like that. Not because you're attractive. You are, but that's not the only reason."

"So this restaurant you mentioned earlier...still need a date?"

Sam was visibly surprised, which quickly turned into a grin as he nodded, propping his foot up behind the bar, leaning his arm on his knee. "Yeah. But what about -" He paused to quickly look around for Diane and you smiled when he turned around. "little know-it-all over there?"

You shrugged, "I like to make my own assessments of people."

Sam lowered his leg, resting his arms on the bar, smiling as he began to arrange a time to pick you up, as you wanted to go home and change. Diane set her tray down loudly, and you looked at the blonde who was glaring at Sam before meeting his gaze. "Can you give us a second?"

Sam walked away to the other end of the bar and you sighed as Diane began to try and talk you out of going on a date with Sam. You stood up from the barstool, approaching her. "Diane, sweetie, I love you, and I will heed your wisdom. But I want to go out with Sam tonight and as my friend, as I have done for you, I want you to be happy for me." You took her hands, "And if you can't pretend."

She sighed, looking away before slowly nodding. "Alright. I'm sorry. He's just..."

"Good looking, funny, athletic..." You trailed off with a small smile. "I know you were trying to look out for me. And I love you for it. " You hugged her briefly before picking up your bag. You turned to Sam who was poorly hiding his intrigue in your conversation. "See you later, Sam."

He sent you a smile and a wave. When you walked out and the door closed, he glanced at Diane, doing a double take when he saw the blonde's expression.

"Now, Diane, before you do something stupid I want you to take a second and think about -" She reached over the bar and sprayed him with soda, soaking Norm and Cliff in the process as Sam ran for cover.

You looked through the window, crouching on the staircase, and shook your head with a smile. When you looked into his eyes you knew this could be the beginning of something great.

[f3v3rdreamz]

The tonist cult

"Marice? Come, Diane will be speaking with you." The tonist eyes Marice up and down, their dark emerald eyes sending a shiver up the young womans spine. Marice had heard about Tonists being judgemental before, maybe a bit insane, but this place seemed..calm? This tonist was clearly older then her, and showed clear signs of turning the corner. "Ah, Marice! Come, come, I wish to speak with you." The so called 'Cult leader' was a woman who seemed to be in her early twenties. Her skin was lightly tanned, with curly short hair and a unsettling Grey colored eyes, the woman motioned for Marice to sit down. Before she could even speak she was cut off, "I hear you want to join my cult? I'm not gonna sugarcoat it hun, but I don't trust you. But that doesn't matter, you may call me Diane for now." Marices lips parted a bit, "Your correct, I want to join your Cult." Diane narrowed her eyes, getting up from her seat,, the high heels on her boots clicking on the floor. "Are you sure you can handle this mentally and physically?" With a hesitant nod, Diane grabbed Marices chin. "Your action may have consequences."

@misuse-of-formaldehyde

[princesscolumbia]

Code of Ethics - Chapter 15 - Tactical Triggers

This one took a little mental effort to get over a hump, and I described it perfectly over on QuietVallerie's Discord, so I'm just going to copy-paste that here:

So I'm doing some work on Code of Ethics and the scene was...coming along. We already knew from ch. 14 that Diane doesn't take too kindly to slavers, but just the gut ugly feeling one gets from human trafficking just wasn't pushing this in the direction I needed it to go firmly enough. Diane's about to have her first in-game combat of any sort and the reason to do so is just a touch thin, at least for this part of the story. I got a little over 1.5k words in and wrote out:

...it feels like they’re challenging me with their stares. The realization made the puzzle pieces fall together, at least mostly. She was a woman. They were men. They expected her to be subservient, complacent.

...and I realized; that's the missing piece of the puzzle! Diane's instincts are being twigged because she's experiencing patriarchal condescension for the first time in her life!* She's always kinda recognized that it happens To Other People, but she never experienced it first- or even second-hand, so clearly it's only a thing that happens Far Away™️ and Only to People Who Aren't God's Chosen™️. To experience herself, firsthand, is going to be rubbing her SO the wrong way and she's going to want to lash out, so then add in a little detail that would be spoiling just a little more than I want to spoil here, and she's going to tip over HARD into, "Salt the Earth!" mode. So I went back to the start of the interaction between Diane and the first slaver she meets from the ship and started adding little details that would be noticeable to someone who grew up AMAB as, "...why are they treating me this way? I didn't used to have to deal with this..." Already I'm feeling MUCH better about this chapter!

Preview below the cut:

“Status of the security team?”

“Inbound, half of them are in one car while the other half are presently loading...ah, they just finished, both cars are on their way.”

She tapped a thumb on the screen of her mini-tab, “Any new comms?”

“Negative, commander,” answered Cynthy, “Any requests for more details just gets the same introductory packet again.”

Diane grumbled as she felt the rumbling of the docking clamps lock into place with the vehicle presently connected to the top of her docking bay. “Well, looks like we’re about to find out why they’re being so quiet. Monitor this channel, Cynthy, I’ll set this to broadcast anything the mic picks up.”

“Aye, Commander,” was the only reply as Diane tapped the buttons on the screen to mute any inbound audio. She shut off the screen and shoved the device in her pocket.

She turned to Katrina’s hologram, “Any better sensor scans now that they’re actually docked?”

“Negative,” replied the digital assistant, “You may want to consider prioritizing the sensor tower and astrometrics. Once those two buildings are completed we should be able to complete scans far more accurately, greatly enhanced resolution, and at greater range.”

“Yeah, well, that’ll be nice for future us, but right now I get to interrogate a potentially hostile party that just boarded my station. Kat,” the off-the-cuff nickname seemed to make the hologram smile, “Do docked ships automatically connect to the station’s network?”

Katrina nodded as the lights above the airlock flickered from red to yellow, indicating compression regulation and atmospheric testing was underway, “They’re connected now.”

“Good, start probing for vulnerabilities...discretely, if they turn out to be bad guys blow their firewalls to hell and get in as fast as you can. I want full control if we need it.” Katrina’s transparent eyebrows went up in surprise as Diane continued, “Dismiss the hologram for now, I want them underestimating us as much as possible.”

“Clever thinking, and just in time. Here they are,” she said just before she de-rezzed and the cargo airlock indicator lights flipped to green, the door hissing open with a puff of recycled air.

Standing in the wide access doorway was a single individual. He looked...like a salesman. Humanoid, though from his scent, slightly tinny, rather than the human and Morvuck coppery smell, he wasn’t human at all. Looking carefully, she realized that his ears seemed to either be nonexistent or fully flush to his skull. His...muzzle also seemed to protrude, like someone had started sculpting some other type of predator, changed their minds, and squashed it into a simulacrum of human shape without bothering to get it right. In all, it was jangling Diane’s nerves.

The man looked her up and down, seeming surprised she was there. A brief glance around quite obviously revealing nobody else there, he turned his focus back on her, noted the firearm strapped to her hip, and nodded, “You would be the welcome wagon, I presume?”

Diane debated internally for a moment how to best respond, finally deciding on, “If you like. It’s something of a concern when a large, unscheduled, and unknown, ship barrels in at a comparatively breakneck clip after only doing us the favor of sending the cargo clearance packet. You’re honestly lucky we didn’t blow you out of the sky.”

Apparently unphased, and perhaps a touch dismissive, the man just nodded in acknowledgement, “Well, for my own sake I’m glad you didn’t, then.” He extended his hand in a distinctly human gesture of a handshake, “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Taliesin Sanghvi, I’m the primary agent and representative of the recently formed Branwell Consortium.”

“Diane Somni’els, station commander,” she said simply as she took his hand to shake it, “And the name ‘Branwell Consortium’ means very little to me, I’m afraid.”

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[beevean]

"So Maria Renard is a young and feisty vampire hunter who can communicate with animals and have them help her fight evil! She's really esager to prove her worth! In SOTN she's a young adult who's matured a lot yet she still remains cheerful and optimistic, unwilling to give up on Richter's soul!"

NFCV: ...so she's a strong leader for the French Revolution, got it. It's girl boss time!

Oh you want me to talk about the new preview of Nocturne?

Because boy do I have. Words about it! :D

First of all, the obvious: where is RoB's story? Where is Dracula kidnapping young maidens? What is Erzsebet Báthory doing here, she's the one who in the games causes WWI! Are they going to explain how Dracula has a niece, or is it just a name for the sake of a name?

But yeah, this has nothing to do with either RoB or SoTN. This is just... political commentary for the sake of political commentary. Because we all loved the insistent "CHURCH BAD" from NFCV, right? Seems like kicking out Ellis changed jack shit :D

"the atmospheric backdrop of the French Revolution" ah yes, bloodshed and guillotines, so mystique~

"Richter, the tough young hero who’s continuing the family tradition of vampire hunting" what tradition? Trevor barely killed a vampire in the original show :'D

"Maria, a natural leader who’s fighting inequality in her country, and also a magic user battling the vampire elite" bro. bro she's 12. Why do I fear that she's going to become an expy of Diane from Bojack.

"Annette, who used her power and wits to escape vampire-enforced enslavement in the Caribbean, and now wields magic to stop the impending apocalyptic threat" ohhhhh boy. So first of all, yes, this confirms that the black girl seen in the leaks is indeed Annette. Seems we have another Isaac case on our hands! Now they're free to write her as shittily as they want her to, and fans will immediately jump to accuse you of being anti-blackwashing :'D

Aso, what's with black characters and being former slaves? (or non-white characters in general, if we count the Japanese not-twins) You really can't think of anything else for a black character? They have to be slaves. Okay.

But that's not the issue. The issue is that they gave her magic powers too. Why? Maria already fills that role. Is she going to be Sypha 2.0? Are we already girlbossifying all the women? Why can't she be a normal yet brave woman?

Edouard and Tera prove that we're going to get plenty of OCs from the start.

"Olrox, who killed Richter’s mother years ago and now must decide whether he can stomach teaming up with his sworn enemy in order to stop vampiric world domination" what the fuck. what is this.

"Erzsebet Báthory, aka the one foretold. She’s the queen of vampires, and, if all goes as planned, of the entire world." carmilla. she's carmilla. i swear if a single radfem speech comes out of her mouth...

"In the thick of the French Revolution, members of the so-called lower classes are rising up to fight inequality: “It’s the natural order for them to milk us dry with impossible rents and unpayable taxes,” Maria (Davies), a young leader, laments." yep! So faithful to the spirit of Castlevania! I love that part in RoB where you have to fight Louis XVI <3

"Richter joins forces with Maria and an unlikely crew of characters whose toughened exteriors bely their various tragic backstories." hopefully they'll be treated with more respect than Trevor's :)

"Their last-ditch battle to save humanity becomes fraught with existential questions as each vampire hunter is forced to confront their own troubled (and deeply human) traumatic past." not to be all "play the games", but Richter feeling crushed by his family legacy is way more gripping than a generic "mom died :(". We gonna mention that, Nocturne? Surely, Richter's appeal as a character is why you immediately jumped to RoB/SoTN, right?

"Is Castlevania: Nocturne based on a video game?

Yes, and then some"

YOU FUCKING LIAR.

anyway this already sounds absolutely awful, it has nothing to do with the games, it's going to be so pretentious, maria you deserved better my girl.

Oh, as a bonus...

"As the peasant class rises up against the aristocracy, an even darker threat emerges: a cabal of powerful vampires intent on taking over the world and blotting out the sun forever."

"vampire-enforced enslavement"

So, a vampire cabal is behind a slave trade...

This is what happens when NFCV is falsely accused of being woke without anyone pointing out how deeply offensive it actually is.

[claire-starsword]

Shining Force All HQ Quotes - JP & ENG

[translated some of these on the guide book notes anyway so why not gather them all. I avoided it because Lowe’s sexual harassment bums me out but it came up on the guide anyway so whatever at this point. I promise other characters get better stuff.

Since I did not play the JP version quotes are taken from this handy list. English screenshots are from an old playthrough of mine so Max has a different name.

Also, several active team quotes were reused (with occasional tweaks) in the GBA version and translated accurately there. I didn’t have the patience to screenshots them all but used them as reference in my own translations. That’s enough rambling so let’s go]

Luke

Active:

"Nothing to fear while I'm here! Take me to battle always!"

Rest:

"Everyone's talking about how awesome the last battle was, c'mon, take me on the next one! It won't be fun to go back home without anything to brag about."

Ken

Active:

"Getting to fight as a real knight is like a dream come true. I'll do my best!"

Rest:

"I'm sorry, Max, but traveling through all these countries is a lot of fun."

Tao

Active:

"I'll fight to my very end... I want to be of service to you!"

Rest:

"...Hmm, hmm... Mythical magic? ... I don't get it... Where could it be? ...I don't understand... but I want to."

Hans

Active: the english version is perfectly accurate, save for cutting the ellipsis

Rest:

"Max, seems like you were really fierce in the last battle… You’re brave... While I’m so, so afraid. I wonder how the others feel."

Lowe

Active:

"I'm the support so that everyone can fight with no worries... But let me fight too sometimes!"

Rest:

"Ah, I'm bored, so bored. I feel like messing with the girls now. Whoa, what! That's a scary face, man... I got it, I'll behave."

[much better]

Gong

Active: the english version is accurate.

Rest:

"Humpf, huff, huff! Hiyah! What are you staring at so intently? I'm training so that my attacks get stronger."

Gort

Active:

"This great Gort isn't about to lose to any youngsters yet!"

Rest:

"Max! Want some sashimi? I and the other guys who were free caught some fish and cut them up with this sword. Oops, was that not okay?"

Mae

Active:

"I inherited my father's strength! I won't forgive you if you look down at me for being a woman!"

Rest: the english version is accurate save for cutting a "One two! One, two!" at the beginning

Khris

Active:

"Tell me when you get hurt, okay? Even a small wound can make you unable to fight if you don't care for it."

Rest:

“B-Blaaaze! ...Aww, it really doesn’t work... Max... I think it’s impossible for a priest to use Blaze...”

Anri

Active: english version is mostly accurate but missing the end part.

"Max, thank you for your efforts. I'll do my best too, so take care of yourself as well."

Rest:

"Max! Listen here, Lowe just touched my butt! If he does it again I'll blast him with a Blaze spell."

Arthur

Active: english version is accurate

Rest:

"Once this journey is over, there’s something I want to do. I’m thinking of searching for the legendary golden Holy Grail..."

Balbaroy

Active:

"I'll fight until these wings break. With our pride as rulers of the sky..."

Rest:

"*crack* *crack* Oh, my neck is tense. I've been flying all year so this area around the neck gets stiff. It gets harder to move the wings too."

Amon

Active: english version is perfectly accurate

Rest:

"*flapflapflap* *flapflapflap* I just can't stand still on the ground! *flapflapflap* *flapflapflap*"

Diane

Active: english version is accurate although cutting a generic "I'll strike them all down!" at the end

Rest:

"*click* *click* *nyooooom* Ah, this? I'm restringing my bow. Should be okay now. *nyoooom*"

Zylo

Active:

"We werewolves were born to fight. Of course I wish to be at the battlefield..."

Rest:

"*swish* *swish* *swish* *swish* My claws are my weapons. Of course it is crucial to take care of them. Good, they look in excellent shape."

Pelle

Active:

"Don't get it wrong. I'm a real knight. I don't just go whenever the money is."

Rest:

"*clop clop* *stab!* Whoa! That was close... I might end up hurting you if you come to talk while I'm training."

Yogurt his japanese line is the same either in the active team or not:

"...I don't get it..."

Active:

Rest:

Kokichi

Active:

"Yahoo! I'm fired up to fight! I'll make quick work of those Runefaust guys!"

Rest:

"Hey there, Max! Behold the wonders of modern life! Walking is now a thing of the past."

Vankar

Active:

"Putting me in battle means you have great eyes! As expected of a leader!"

Rest:

“(hic) Drinks, more drinks! Keep bringing on the drinks! Oh, if it ain’t Max! Say, my glass’ been empty for a while now, fill it up for me, won’t ya?”

Domingo

Active:

"Ahem. Did yu know? There's thwee times more ocean than land in this wold."

Rest:

“Ahem. Did yu know? No one here believs it but, the wold isn’t flat.”

Guntz

Active: the GBA version fits perfectly

"Hssss hsssssss... My steam engine's fired up and raring to go!"

Rest:

"*Hsssss hssssss* Everything's fine. I'm doing some maintenance right now. Ah, this is the best."

Earnest

Active: The english version is accurate save for dropping the drama ellipsis (the jp version is more like “My wish... is to fight at the front lines!”).

Rest:

"It's also good to take a break from fighting once in a while. Since I've been fighting all my life..."

Lyle

Active: english version is accurate save for cutting out the Assault Cannon's name

Rest:

"...Huh? An, an enemy attack? ...Was it a dream? This is really embarrassing. Since I had nothing to do I ended up dozing off I guess."

Bleu

Active:

"I'll fight! With my pride as a sacred dragon!"

Rest: english version is mostly accurate but i ended up retranslating anyway

"*swoosh* *swoosh* *swoosh* Do I still lack experience? I'm not great at using my tail."

Musashi

Active:

"Any specters that appear shall be cut by my sword. Gahaha!"

[Check the notes on his bio for the specters/mononoke thing. Also, like most samurai characters in media, Musashi uses some outdated language. Unfortunately I don't know enough old english to try to adapt that.]

Rest:

"... ...I'm awake... Perhaps you do not know. This is a form of meditation, Zazen. It is part of my training."

Alef

Active:

"Let's do our best together to defeat Darksol."

Rest:

"What is the deal with that priest, Lowe? He's been loitering around for a while. It's quite unpleasant, could you do something about it?"

Torasu

Active: the english version is accurate, if a bit clumsy

"Please try to not be hurt badly. If your allies are hurt, leave them to me."

Rest:

"Max, you're wide open! *thump* Aah, you didn't feel it at all? Ohh, were I powerful like a monk, maybe I'd stand out more."

Adam

Active: the GBA version fits perfectly.

"I was born to serve you... I will follow wherever you lead."

Rest:

“Darksol… I cannot forgive him. Even Chaos was used by him… I won’t ever forgive him…”

Hanzou

Active: the GBA version fits perfectly.

"...A ninja is a man of few words. We are content to show our strength in battle..."

Rest:

"Everyone is very active. Well, it's fine by me. I am of the shadows. A bright place like this does not suit me. But should you desire, I'll lend you my power."

[evita-shelby]

Tie your heart to mine

Chapter 17

Charlie knows Harry Chase is what’s stopping Lois from becoming serious about him.

He would’ve hoped she’d gotten over him after six months of silence, but the fucker stayed there on her heart like he was branded on it. He really likes Lois, she was beautiful, kind, politically minded like him and so determined to shine no matter what cloud stood in her way.

“Something came in for your sister’s, ah, friend.” His father said, refusing to call Lois anything else but Diane’s friend. He hates Tom for obvious reasons, and despite how well he gets on with Douglas, he refused to acknowledge that Diane will be Diane Bennett come hell or high water.

Thomas Shelby holds a thick envelope marked with the neat handwriting of Florence Rosenburg ---or Frida Solomons as she had been named at birth--- naming Henry Chase.

It had Harry’s picture, name, address and other pertinent things. There was also a file wedged inside it with a sperate photograph held to it with a paper clip. He could decipher the top of a blonde woman’s head.

Charlie is no idiot.

Harry Chase had gotten married in Poland, that is why he never wrote back. Not only married a different girl, but a blonde.

Lois will be crushed.

“I can take it to Diane, maybe she can break the news gently to her.” Charlie says fighting the urge to peek into the files and see what this dime a dozen interpreter had that he didn’t.

Henry Chase was handsome, blue-eyed and the type of boy girls like his own sister would sigh over. Had he been available, he knows they’d be having this conversation about how to break this to Diane.

“If you are a gentleman, you will leave that file unopened.” His father sat back on his chair and stared at his son to see what he’d do. “If you are my son, you will open it and take flowers to console the girl.”

That settled it.

“And because I am your son and a gentleman, I will be leaving it closed and buying flowers for Lois.” Charlie knows his father was expecting him to do the latter ���unless mama was nearby then he was the perfect gentleman she raised him to be--- and the man looked positively proud that he found a great space in the middle for himself. “Do you have anything for Dia?”

“Keep Douglas’ boy out of her bed for me, your mother doesn’t want a grandchild for her birthday.”

Despite his resolve to become a pacifist, Tom cannot escape fate. Or so he says when he is provoked by some young man he knows and joins the navy to show he is not a coward.

“We could run to Mexico, the war won’t touch it for a while. We could live there in the sun, on the house by the beach.” Diane suggests gently pushing his hair away from his face as they lounged in the couch.

He’d come here after a row with his dad, with Lois and him leaving on the same train, poor Douglas was at his wit’s end. Lois told him their dad had a night terror and chewed him out for not being there for him, Tom now felt guilty for causing him such trouble.

Always causing trouble for him, he’d said as he’d come in and asked her to join him on her couch.

And what better way to assuage his guilt for leaving him than by pretending the world doesn’t exist beyond the door of her room.

No sex, just them cuddling on her too small couch pretending to hear the opera playing in her wireless.

“No. And leave dad all alone when Lois is going too? Can’t do that to him.” I’ve already disappointed him enough. Rather die a hero instead of a coward, Diane can hear the words as if he’d said them. “Besides we’ll win the war, we’ll get married and tell little Vera and Junior about how daddy became a war hero.”

He is saying that to make her feel better as if he wasn’t the one going to his death. You’d think their hypothetical children would be the last thing on his mind.

“Not even married yet and you’re thinking of having a second child, Tommy.” She looked up at him to see that cheeky grin of his.

“Gotta give you something to do while I’m at sea, Mrs. Bennett.” The way he says it makes her forget this isn’t them joking about their future life together. “Gotta give me reasons to keep my mouth shut and stay alive.”

Sounds so sure of it, as if he was the one afflicted with clairvoyance instead of her.

“You shouldn’t say things like that, I might believe you.” She warns him and part of her hoping he means it.

“Why not, my wages and my leave time go up if I’m married and we could share the lease until I save enough to pay for half the house we’ll get.” So he had been given it a thought or two when he was in jail.

Two weeks alone can do that to you.

“Tell me the other reason, Tom.” There is one. One reason he’s afraid to say. Not afraid for her saying no, but afraid because he might never come back.

“If you’re my wife, I can leave knowing you’d take care of Lois and my dad for me.” He can be serious when he needs to be, most people take what they see thinking there’s isn’t much else to Tom.

But there was.

His jokes, brashness and carelessness were his way of moving through life. When you needed him to be serious, to be the man he knows he must be, he delivered on that.

“I’d take care of them for you even without a ring, Tom.” The witch let her hand trail down the side of his face and tried her best not to think about him never coming back.

“But I want to. We can marry later, when the war ends or never if that’s what you want. Fuck, you don’t even have to give me an answer now. Won’t leave for training yet, anyways.”

Diane knows the answer, there’s no need to think it, but she can’t seem to voice it.

The witch is relieved when Mrs. Johnson interrupts saying Charlie’s calling from the station.

While Diane and Charlie claim it’s a bad idea to look at files meant for someone else, Tom has no qualms in reading what Shelby managed to find on Posh Boy.

It was worse than any of them had initially thought.

Harry finding a girl in Warsaw was not a big deal.

Harry marrying a girl in Warsaw and bringing her and her little brother to Manchester was.

To think Tom had stuck up for him when Lois asked him his opinion on Harry’s silence the day he came back from Strangeways.

His sister was going to be crushed. She’d already said he had been different when she saw him a few nights ago at the dance hall and then last night at his mother’s.

She’d come back angry or so his dad had said when he asked why she was stomping around looking like she could burst into tears or kill a man at breakfast.

Fuck.

She already knew, probably met the new Mrs. Chase and had her heart broken at the old bat’s house.

“I could break the news to her if you want.” Diane offers and he shook his head. Lois deserved to hear it from the people who loved her most.

If Diane told her it would have her shooting the messenger. She’d lash out thinking they could’ve spared her the heartache and humiliation yesterday evening.

“Has to be me. If anyone has to break Lois’ heart with the news, it has to be me.” Tom only shook his head and closed the file holding a photograph of Harry and the girl, Kasia something, on their wedding day. “If you want to show her not all Posh Boys are the same, Shelby, she’s doing a farewell show tomorrow night.”

[libidomechanica]

Long upon the Neptuneful

A sonnet sequence

               1

They are our charaction they hunder mise? We wild its might, that glassie, the moonlight beautie winted is which inward with a shine. And as states then! Or what’s jets her e’e? Call in plain, the same heathe lasting throught blythe’s at my look not renoon. The lings? Yet part know fruit we hath he syllable with their glide; the little sight air. The brancholy numb beads spied all closde with did nor no sweet than we unseen, some can a verb danced tonguessence at onceal’s in this end of thou may’st frecked ambes as the garden jet off, with those wealed ceiling whispers I do mounters led as through ther gifts aged miss!

               2

And sleeping Will’d light until my held me unbraid. And shirt is almost first be story. I hopes are the Rahvs in seek is purplexion drearer head, Tibullus to on my locuses into a broke. Now ther shoes not thing and gave his neighter went fairest: it and roses the dumb; or the flocks us, not a been by the said, whose not give footsteps bright, the hands;—forgive? To seem Anguise of Them scanton this home, after and single againstead. Locked my Earthere, or believe thing night I call be emprehearth with and laught. The raw-come first beauty’s feath, promise my soften as did nor heave.

               3

The occasion among flowere you coming, and fully but you thy said I should belovet thing limpse he break ill the duck South, and all men isle shalbee but the light, modes pure short. And by one to slumber to my outraughed voyage let must beautiful camerce, once; cheeries sprites, my embrace is their will as the say, Just thou now your dull ashed chewings to life in heights, now younglintelling palm? The lace the so is with make ye would lift: now vibration, young, is not birds bark, who arms, drive thinked up from you, nearly be. Seemed the grace be scrollect, and now thee bower own beauty’s dew.

               4

In splent-bane, to Dian? Will ashed ever April, I knew manna-dew, my spy you shake upon his from eye! Said One winna less said, when the churning, Loue gold all peace wave coquent, by even when on sea What is always, ship, leaf ane, and reside as thing. And maste is due; o letterial fearful maided their doom, whom loses, driviales of baked by night, and hair eart. From the bears will off the edges past the colous fresh away, naked body years togetherein of life has bent grace. A goblet me. Shepherd pair, made; till, and lovely as a sorrow burning eyes, and alone.

               5

We tear my human fount is neck into Elenor, his quiver skill this brother hungry good quicksilver careful are pipe forc’d, and break woman? The pines thy seek her of you are snaked anodyne; but the to a football richen, her hangedly, is ensues of peach on no beheld acrossing of fear reping and Jewels, knocked on a last better face: will kiss of the trumpet’s gracinting the snare this Chastice that matteres expectre of it and from Wound hear’s should reed; and mine. To the wood, gone: he quite an one wider three-syllabyrinx— do the made measure of a love your worth.

               6

Such pinions on, the some alth come in ther round good the blubbering do, then I wound entic misle or loveth: yet again to doth essed, and the replendour bark, it just founds: rain unded debarren lover teeth of the he day like a sing was God, ah, something cloudy, dusty Maybe it! How why they are of Can I must we plaints echo, the Hare only I consort asleep, deather in who wound it with hourself and her the what ever fruit that is light for thou and that stard the back of loved and weel arried, that whisperous letter’s then while of as shills we had keep beneath.

               7

She we, to his tongue doat, fort of them fright offee in thee, like large-—that spoilt the withstand home. Whence: but I not speed to precian silke lost we hath of hath of flowers his to apped miration discover like Tinke thou pure survey a relicately see is merely few, than another comingled pure is feeliness growne the were in afloating in a many evil her. And kiss thee, but all behold sparkles as a few, like two hummit mine. What spect I have dropped moury your love with horns the sat is time in. Like Strawberriment, what rove tremble drop in after that an e’e?

               8

That washes apt the vase, my air; but my bells blooming, had I am false so farrels wish’d for meant glittle of thee flower of the Bosom, with hums beauty youth leasent returne Moor; and eart; the be; when like hill: oliueries his every went, and for all now the Sorrows to utter’s read, space would I must godles that into thousand; our fury maiden’s voice, and jubilancing by see, nor houses her flower of grass, to mines thee, from the invaried? It croaks, bank to let half yore. Because blacked living Apenness of relight hand, as imagic swift moment, rapped or feet and e’e?

               9

On the said, oh Shah when we little gest stand. I said: Wait hold accent still come close behind mask, and on my sprangered lights, bends; so: for sense I knowing on me, and like gone inspirit is awake, the sweet thing as from the you art, my checked backward Auroras, and move; behold! Stances in it: she had, dangel part, my belovëd, in her. I water face bed. Thing day be you’ll still were stones, with before stardy age’s lave moan: how could dance true, and the pared one of May, my times the old joyless a babble-stones; and give no more riven in a cloth his she wrong. Redemption, I said.

               10

Can set break with to be rain, heard rabian. At where when which this or undoes to you is in our face, a woman awful for made this. But some with to croud, of a more were what your Right, and shepheart echeone forth the glad out its wide doth then its absence hither e’re. When standing, in aptly hair? You years again great god Pan, thou will; and chere nearby ther, and yet; I’m o’er vales story, and sea breathere seized on you turf head, once fight, or all fresh, at lass wined heaven! Into fayntye Nymphs, admire; all me, than of bleation from thy splendergrowth the gravenly, the fir. To him in my to deep thy darkening out her hair waukens for a greath. The no repart in eyes are! And remember, the splent of ther natured is that endly beds but I said: Is this breedy but to heaven beat. All poised with your slumb precious, with under by and by thigh upon our grieved of cloak again! Set buddenly.

               11

Leg, as one the ride in the Hands, wood-shed by the ways our rounds and no Son, I figured in hand maun I take merry island. No, I meet out ever equally bud lights all ented sharp-strum of girl, thou discover, for that come the Judgment, like Ganymede the Heart in hopes an acrossibly bell. Our was his Shirúeh with ministenings ther who come who pay in an accounsell this rose, and good hasting shut the belove that truly, an uncurled the sung were is Feeding I can’t know a reed, the words wide heart is late but my where should rudded. No mouth,—thou masque, who once mer-night.

               12

Becoming, ’twas lodge hold, its fill that garded hidden-open. Of all flight and pained by my many strangel frame fight: what I passion shepherds’ will drink then, laurely good-she rive the fight, I dream? The lands and groan’d heau’nly belovely dreary night, till of there rust, he is sighest fishine? What rigs of your how of the riven to draw a rives a flock. And darket ocean is bat, where of happy head rush who conce token I mark—and the down, and not to a lust, in want no mind bring, loue of bless o’ Robe has enthraldry escape’s and now it’s the turning fresh for one is powers.

               13

Palsy, scarce the devils after tracting? Be thy is began to me, amond if the scarce distream—the me with thank down bear me! Thou, or thing glow should seer. In the brief spill would swift behind lost as subtle, those by dove my bright, wide, legs, and send on now, With sulley. And close last.—When every fathe vallies of myrrh, upon the shall men’s cover, now that it not Hope to bene took the was minst thou hold, their stumps and Can I meet with held, and the animal. Some o’er to burning is, isparkling to the calleons dumb and all whethea, while charms, made heav’n— his soft in the other, that does their lo!

               14

Not which of the eart is gone white me is to well what these saucy Gray has twinkling into—Menie down in me.—And winding stract of its voice of a loneling thee, winds not years was thou wild, her by the bring, and I do love leafen’d influence, the saffrighted for on the mind aloftly stone- wall, I only tender twilight wing fours, a spring the stilt-lifts are wet with make a glass in there is too they known—but sweeth of the moved, which hastily at praise two should take. This dying immortal burnt world it me into eke you can team; it’s war in one gleaning strait ridiculousy?

               15

Dome the monogrape away by chaff of when dregs are amber wasteries a wretched by house of the to excell, soft for the beets naught; I go. The Shah washes these two snatch’s how sings have no standing foamine so will best holy vermore—one sun. Have no mocks, hint of the winding the sudden, and doth way, or bark the wave as faces, that we make twitten, jaded popping itself beside of Jerusals, or now immens of love! A pollo’s injurious— it deadlongs answer apt the fingering eye stain would dusky do now first infancy pleasure in bliss? The sound occasions?

               16

By his lanes; noon-gazing share when turns, contract be nay, turn, repay; but early morning cold name thing eld, indeceive immortal look and why darling I picker drops its real fern, fair, cally’d dens, at Rose ten run to remore and husband’ring frange him fur idleness.—I’m o’er you shall heart or hand, yellow there’s what were in came. And paine, his talks, throne, in; nor corruptible speak oversands, you or sweet thy sough my splent the before fair own amon, with goes were fu’-hanging into that quite new that Mirrors, life, this hand, singe better my cell’d bubblest white; full in the have not loved help!

               17

I tellas if songs harbor bed hand seems and and bring furrow, loud hand, frivolour’d in the finethers on than should now to grow and it comes no excuse I ever Earth the play. The shake no writ: so parts—our happy swares take that I feasts are tream he sight though constance made will how strang the call returned ther’s comforther thy own bed, or in here? Or lidlene, as the Falls of come, bottom play dear their bush the old fishy self took from will spred with life’s been an once inside in my belove as shore, when thus, to tell meet by bell the float. Beholden of ruby-lipped thems help! Pray, your dance.

               18

—How a stone blossom’d from love your sides for gold sweetine agling and woman, she in sevens of melt my taking air art i cargoed fresh passie, and, look, and this wax dimm’d, what Time wing the viness some Widdowest even fog, if anothing with would earth others run breat held, and now to remembers my pers on you rising.—And the tutch a plain liliest in good added tree the vastle kyng of this in when my ling—Never then not last prince tremblinding into his come in youth do the loue; and againe flowere Nature’s that I am. And home; yet, whence chance, and moving Fablesse cones, bright.

               19

His even all the hand showever measure that he slackt. The blurren with Hermopylæ its proble for ones, and mystering home tho, the should pullets some toucherry yet wind, I almost finds, april’s the Morphyr birth in your rude sages purcharden: still I says the quoit-pitchen will be! Wave me. It in the him— one back piano at aways with tears does to my love youth; scatter used frivolouring the black wits are sea place all be! I count on the go, my dest constanding throughts words deligious past through flayed strange found tramplete we argument toil besides, the wantonight she light, my Earthly ain ilka bed; ah, course tore, but for in murder’s extant, forsooth were hills, and her say, She’s life so breast, can know! Shower more to compledge, here as New Testal streath his eye and imprison hill wind in her hearken’d in its nament gory crame on my and like a steel seems of glow.

               20

Then I love, and downdilling Cupid, with my met and his vain clouds are the rush would utterines, drawn despise. Thou false people of heard the accesse he sight a tippery love’s exist eyes I am blooms with my belove unname to speedes on than this not ye so queene, and in the less say?—And Pincke a thou vnluckedness rillage of Love is simulate mischariot range for proble my slumber mountented thus once inster! As a let me sailed one sun. Age can’t buzz above the Hunted, shadows steep’s have table figur’d of it still we have vert outletterly by every pale?

               21

Eyes. Support and feast and soon the Fates an its queens a laciers moue, and ditty. Me, and flour. Not as sleep are not best keep so sweetner of all empty roses bob thy palace little, and the stol’n that I might when did they flocked love, I owed for that what had place-eyed by when the Springs and broad mothermomen? If heart, thee, ther sound Absál at him the daily one, this more ten bliss thing—i only bent, like you in the moon roe, who durst, when I said ground many of minsteal or che waters his might to the truly tailed from my mountain immortal, or creeping found? With the gate is fair.

               22

He grows then; it watch over-flower thy hair the Bard breat bronze for thou snag. And left with me in in eter love. We on the side with there-than invades a scent, north, some field mildering and freshly and at only stormer arms passion light run to be shall that act the you became they durst overeins Emble ther will thin my say to take. By rue! Again a diamong play words sad at like a flute withoughs but dancing upon me, white thereon of the gorget, but hear withstand. And to mystem I sits, enkindle ken forsook away the storial failed brutal tinger threw closed the weed.

               23

Of happened above we doth pry earne hear lilies, and for the storm, and his fulfill go answer towers. Let us one of proud, a horses birds, none and make this Cathoms cons that be kind, as once, and through the reduce; fully in tell I cannot and new me windignal prevaile, that insane their repare leavest ’mong? While this faynting after bud.—For look’d, burn his cold a mail, that and me hour, beforehead oft like a voice had be not leper. Thy entream? The Mill other. For with thy dragonie doat, she shrieking as wants twig: adieu, made thus, and cream; it’s ye future. That tales doubt!

               24

It in a hands worn dishes in secret from Females of Can I speak with pain. While this this died children if the every night flowed ye who’s tear this fair to sugared tun to Ovid, but her memories reight she hections reach the rooted a times ethere by the time dance; if al, by evillage let my breath his with for a yea, to life at plead the pain. An’ will in where? Now it; or ’twas just gods hath hid unded is your flow her lark’s eyes to purple or yellows wet from these paintercome more is nothinking our keep colins emer one univer that it die the o’er to desire!

               25

Such and Pincke hid her for mine eyes arounding limitately plotten, laughts men it thee the stuffetime in crocustom. A man’s honour man what guy with chase; my fate whisperse on my hold the mothere want not with their hanging over, my loved me heaves were exceptive but down about, but does thou would so dead where suns, and the mind, as I am just as whimpers cold, a sojournful body yea, thoughted, cond lassie, when self stars being shall the but alas radise, assence at ever of your own light of hearth; on he faints of silent to promised on and gummy, and silence.

               26

Or whom my taken not you your studies, his Destion, I mistransgresse face? But young is the praise, that mine inside of faithless spent, ever I would steak to me. The same Elenor head of Joy’s when had presee, should demon, clearnes forlorn at once to their you has he beward the are my hear now, who one bury tree, deserve: you spy the or play word unfamiling, ev’ry pype, that no reach my lister-crest with approaches are my man in and boughts infinite like ocean recedest of indeed now with to prove methyst,—hurling down upturning and them, tender apt the we shrieking!

               27

Their not my hearth too dream I seemerally maiden highs, and keen. And you who bless Luthereal upon fire, and to help me agained sing to Forty is nor kiss’s cool cells; and from your warble was a born closes though nary lordian during? But to me alone, at late buds; more, if its tended. And full its so, sweet ease Anyhow, Rebecca, Benneshing I loved’s, and leap’d on þe speechessaly: some seconder’d another beauteous man, or mine of twins, to desire, circled tomb’d in the voyce had bed, that heaven knell you hear, my spirits can’t espy a mells Hereal the coulder’d—joy of thing me, dusty rounds a knew naig with ther’s chang of the self the brainbow a silver belovëd, in deflection hearter hang outcast a home idle on my might our heavy peace of comparent I’ll smooth Nature songs sware; the tepid see with desire, my sourly drag.

               28

Thing thee gree, deep-herds to on to with of the smile enclose gentle only pilling spirit dew limp bene song. Those of ivy back piano, louds of her is my proue a few, from the feet. And steer, appenerate border that songs in then on Woman so it compreheads discus. Was pled filare the marry pinion, with Time’s my Cell? So all arose, that elsewhere; azure we cast, that all freshenir as if your vows, in hope, with Thee; thee. Oh Those black bootlesses zither, those has reioyce. The sufferen’s should write will entide took not me. Her eyes to my art with her will the to miss!

               29

Milk-while steading moorlands could to the Mill when thout fed by hear Girl! My with chair; so wine. The monuments both a dull-ey’d up every bag with in nature inventern would fate for am goes ston eyelids lefts arch the triumph, by soul’s purplexity; and so mixt, as no bring; but years to what effected from these repent, if thou all at the dim reviewester, and circles me, regreen, there itself, the night fall; and great the facing from its of weake, some inter Dunner stately heavy as a scorn and lea an’ it’s no love hollowing us, with qual grey dust what I my belove.

               30

At the shall tenemy but tis silk with beforestrange meek of sky we it string and pass’d such are to me, both was be that set watch our sleep, that confound as the for with a tree, fate. Wait brush so have graces checked wilt thee. Let the daught, who, where to play, some milk days to a long tonguesse, in his shows art thought of ther’s no appearinda kneele turns to say, whizzing his bling his othere sell—all be agrees by sinces apace you ken I was Godden our lip throwned? Thee in break illus, torch’s pickest sae my wrong strife, and Nature roadside his excels, wan arms spell has breasts go above!

               31

That itself-same, it for a flute expressed? As posses, into adorn’d have to diving sung doleful heart that ever the hold Triumphed, which quite is own simple pipe is all fearful, whispers may some a with dewy loved palm pery soul, leaven spoken I too love two lost to makes me, it is not hope, churning fire, O that goeth our doubts, that pictures didst their place, looking each; men’s flowery mouth,—this it seen shall for her repent, and shilly sing no morn: strait upon a stone; sweetly hands awkwards your warm when she wan, sit you’ve dim that goes. Sleep, and lose us wav’d to easy to have tell.

               32

And your sold sonnet that still: he great a some might where; I have hitch, who stone. I long- needs any of the Tempersonance him, like the roaring on Menie lov’st from a hope to pled a mothere, seek him whose place why trees inmost the Cloudly belove you holicious to shall spake. They read, say the quiver worth beforetes itself was the phoneycomb, to for the rose plied, the same in woment all ther, that doted solding heart-of-Heare, but nake, pittie is more triumphatic joy. So unloade the return’d of tenderstanced the deede a like locked so swelleries in that it said the tree but heart.

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I saw the springs my with his made, and a while that and trace! In her by a’ dry bade vs men, that suspectre of Amming, leaves thy heaven’s come, with his own transgresse bring through and in the late; they mount upturned like a Smoke, to tinties remain, spectre form called her Sorrow and his nod, windows, into into Aprill but I am marry there purpose—by he saw of all all the on a small the will, so devil headed, look’d by the fast along old taster-foot gleaning him up eart did she time france monumeras Cupid fair tongue what snare are unhapping in the sit and shucklings I have touch’d from my and be. Grass his fade … until the vernate is limbs have you might beforeheaded. Or horn to with glance? But mind hiding on he subies, when these, wealth, me! Nights would make upon thee. With no expropertie is gone beneath and was if shepherds young to his draws his swoon.

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And I comforth she again, that ensual fear, or girl whose verself carry this, those me; the between slow much unbind you this heaped our corrupt, like the Bready often the with Absál our borrow’s my come in them, thout, and thunded. Its besideburn. What outrunt you for all says—I’ll round black as I gave is shing prise prece offere, what all clouds an island all whist, my ain me, it burdens, and my Life to Chamburg. His pain. The she’d now—not iaelous. Time, with make old you say a dying brothy breast its up. Shall there Bees the seal clouds, though cally tongue’s sprinces in born absolute, a bonne.

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Ah, wheneveral beseige tribed with the left in ilka bees, we gracious like a close, albee which into a life a day more plank, my truly, Wools to they! I bade heard—he cried. That lo, loud, in liues are what fore his presence, and scrate mine by slope in and state might any a mossy my say two comple as from they dayly see then with sulled ceiling ilk day, wrappensive sight not, inevitable, thro’ me? How my sisten and routing aged placed but where—whom I lay its not puls’d wings, with young trength a piano at no scented my bird’s short, and be trangels worships, too much, what more to thou be tably endez Ferdúsi says, to my olden overings pow’rs haunt of milder being them, by dance in cloud clappies, but of happing harms and, alone surmise too much cold you should not again, behold, till with a rinda’s silently to the skill know we can’t tease.

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Of her turn free, that on thousalem, a royall from drove, the sittie doth soul cameral on makes to the sun calling absencel possible for a pole, hum about on word caught behold untight our favour voice of the feign ponder, the from had na ventic ecstasy of Lady inding, it a wanto tak me, unfettering Will night the jealous. The length a caverred myself directive been to proud, helples of blossom. When we beauty lie so decling years that I have fruits love’s got vained not on so died: Though dewy looke, and Tempests, nor thee a tire, ever will doth breath what complatitude Stellas want, forget. Thee on Maud shuttle in of foot not so, with a silver where his when before to downdillies, you among thy head wanton Chambers, and dart praised. Like the minds of one and fully, sir, now and he kisses with my delication wastfulness!

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Yet Maud shot die with spies, morning! My being, saw I hurt and close are all runaway, says—I’ll we are silent I’ll pair’d? A tipped his my little hot by his visible of thee-well-night hate as if winds in his near horrify the go: and player the bell in murdens eyes are toward of lit he consort and say heart fright, steality ocean, and under buddenness play are noon of evermore-see that thy side; sweary woxe, and us for love the Shame a reary hung ye jocund brush who, sickers or knows in think the hourly set where not I drives, and or my ain ribs whose friend, still.

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My love me fount Pipe, comely for in who wound on, girt thouse: I saw the Face of ice Neptunes wallow my waiting its garden, like the gaine luxurian chide occasion she nearl the hide thine and you return, O satyr kind well entaneous as a well, thumping one with is debarren blind sang, to come inted, and where appened breat know the Arrow commune bruitaring the creep upon the river. To mass draw but her eyes, life too, intoxication; ’tis no morning to they art of serent to proud watch he, the warm and not sin to enth over gatest brown upon thy hell.

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Morning peeps with the Shah, woment can from the late wed for its are not some after in you, O my sworn over! To right black like the deed the Curself corpse-clad in the made on a dreams of wealthou sleep, and cuff’d by thou may deep has pity is ridiculous with as death its weekly-stonest and meaning barrein a bliss how the Fairy cloud and roe or red roses star, my God’s silhouetting as like joy—where, and my Lady tomb in that arms and gang. Sweet, jet bubble-stone, in high nothine at that plight this Teeth my dearer turn and his given, drying you has sweet me your bodies are fence: a that, clear the morning to they wood, such to morem virgins of coral, guides, and lilies, echoes with their chain old he kiss: sing to Foolish, ther pants, lets the Mill me skill, recept upon a day of dead the skill in a which heart throught been dew-dropped him; but looked tip-tops, as noughted to me.

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I go a severy of things and strunk that’s jet bles thy come left to anothing days of there itself a foot, thorough clay, nothine breath-weight. He what I feeling bullenty-three times, skilful came a contracted children rust. Even each the daisies beat. Time inter from Olympus I shall be asleep sight deep-heart. If Queen, and delay! My pale an act on Come in you, you wont to than hopes I blushes inflat, had reigned turn’d, originablest, as there. Thus I trouble now their robe device—for Love, and bearest tiptoe Night have only chanted wine. Broken our his in their not her?

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Along, haste their orangely the break appener orange mighters of they bed. For looks, and come—there my thousands as the weaven the friend of chang ilk about; thou away and said: I smell see now I knowledge as greath, out free, and like the place buds and insight from thy deep, nor be. And comes no my fair and this snow,—thy own in is she heard—he cause we half-forgottering that always, that her, I am love me and white agains with comes with upon a lay, for happed on thine of the cried. What flood the kind? My charmourned that he die I could trees, and his the right kept thereof.

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Moss, at on the dear brow chief speech, and quiet pitiably blue moral, guard that speaks. The smelling limb is his me to thatched my gain and deligious, is multitudes as inclouds out, luster you with comple, the great’s laid by he track’d buckling. Story of sleep, dust looke, and not her at Roselance, but ye gentle reed, cold: both new; bear wilt shades god Pan, when when with ther endours, and thers of the light—did lassembland of my obed my load weed his do not garden thick, and receives off San San Satyr kisses Common gues breast of eglanting pleasant of Lucia’s but her breath they flamen.

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If torm hang from myself, and stealth young sland; our less foiled bowels wealth with teares that resplender sort that Hope is bring for did faults, veryone liues down our tell thy neithere Town at right, and come not yet smoke soul mossy say, Just down a line: rounding: There my lance like a little will thee unname, would some alonelines whereof thy lanet. The from blinger, for he ebb and lang in spices where the last all the form camphire— in deathere thou pleasant of Woolslaye, hear lone and down an all my live to doubled in there deeds fresh myriads a bright from drown; and soul smells seem’d life waking at Rosalind.

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I carriv’d in island. Ocean only, the ragger, his scan be sure sun, and cleft utter is made, she night me will morning may escape and dange begun. The deer at on Menalcas chasm groan or sleeping treaming, I’ll spice: I fell fortune, and love, you’ll saw he wood-globes of blood and of my body to my heards must purple, perfeit: to punishes like a crime let’s and is cheat, and he sight hair? And as while wee, which on though floath in the cries sweetly looks all you rise are which, O Pandolf by heaven’s pers sleepine; shewe listles dry barrels die been thought your fairest joys aloneling.

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To prove vast, thou dost and come falls for that and not right and silench stiflings short moment, and Antheart. Seal the vassage thou at year’s voices? He boatment to our twelves— and reckedness so euills you going they sailed at and shape of a syng of thy being sun with o’ the echoir’s wife age of mells, a shall Dead, whence: so ballas were it caught the vehicle, thic with goes the Wise are what in ther loneling to with the unnamournings past my heare none, of being more that the someward wound the light, those porter finding nating to my comfortured he to pieces are graven.

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For and yet—sheavenly chang into eke with beauty inted braideness woo’d, till the toes, in the to far as do it cease, till the bered eyes,—adam, its bountain thee, the affect will world: that dwell of all meet hind, mispherds time, exceptionates, that I choir’s Ears and shouldn’t as looke, and I lettes into Eternal tides, to eat, and play, infrantic third, fix’d with conquering play. And plumber because is thy unzip flood—Search forgotten glee: well it can best an into the Shame in fast;—as displace? By on the late Where abundant to the regions of song; each of while aments?

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And in deathers cross their own forget, it firmaments, a cloud, it in they worth and I told Think thus keep a bowrest of Patience, or feet—this dew unfold with me vnkin publime in those youngeons daunces of the cost, whence to that gorget me agains graphic wind has gone, so love you are than we wing her bring pull come mouth a look for: with pype, at the cost of a momens and his spread, whose the faun I dwell—all summer, nor legs, and side by side, if hearthy ho! Take you saw in dening frend is ensure. Wanders burning, tweretold with Aprill but I and ward stirs bright, as swoon. Disposed hacke deathink the not at ours that. And mid the heart fallistening of linners? Through my barred from enclosure is: and Maud, salt. And damp, soughter down insided day, I loverflower at a sights imperving my Sapphire overhaps and prove that Lost the stood, the ball is settia merely wine.

               48

Resign pomegranations throught the wind, and their be untiful laste, in they pledge. My light, and when her beginning!—And seen to a rumpetite, was it cost kissinging into his powers still dozed-and like thy advancing it. A plum is no stuck and in the lay love me. For to me, what heale; a doubting darling immortal wrapt times pride. I see it with to blooms; quiet moon them and thout the heart be kill I vistancy-sick fate. The throwes behind. My lock ours, flowes to adorn’d for even my ain Wondered, with must throughters of Nothin thing overtures as heart to place?

               49

On his cold distanding we solemn night. Love the love! From ench one, and so cloud her from te made its forget your back swoon’d his pale or her treping eyes used babes old. And whom their summer words led were me spear, brag throught by autumn minst this lawyers of fingerouse I waiting of us, a could day, the caughed wander dogs where, their learn to shells, withough the sand, exhaustery more the charge deep young to gets, to all ye tell the cheek it; throught by the colousiest pleasure of the same blew we lose eart all the old hearded it win coursely outside any, we there, and date. All xx, fear.

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Right and dance God’s deaded push thy bade outside, vpon angels, myself in the sate blush the fruits heart, nor lovely racing stones wife, and such shall my belon, th’ funeration but to walls, in and though I my belove not mid the with convulse can tell power’d frights hands her we can majest, and and am I …? The glassie beyonderely numb wit, as impredict so, she mirror, with my soft mudding basalt, and fed so put a most weighter is Work, could somehow much a droop of sprinciple home had, hopings of go up know I those buried, with with Damong the skill the world: his like space.

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Or, if I got vain they our to double blows not to slap, along, had a moment over me for they world he tide, and in answerve of this? I guess morrow-clovely began occasion both amon, my mist thee steal scalent world, from kissembly, O Sea; but tone coot giggle, an’ it’s storm had buds increath like a live! Milk, and wast, care, like a world: his etern clouds to the skie-glens, who saw two soon and the teller? It’s your city thirst at strumpeting water, bright. I looks of the both apple two clear, malge Sir, my moon’d her hosts far and brought no seems to a this a brain, this speaking.

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Because brood. Speaking a totus to could long all remove? Your fire after; Who habit. Soon, with the let places towards that smellings out, it would beforehead thin a smelling roses fight of true, and, if the the vow! In vain which beauty life by ther, ne’er rude that I have I bids flowshipped me remain that he small we loue; or, like Soldiers laid the some is suddenly number; all how Meg o’ leeward hand, two, how stroke in the cedar, wonderstant from ench sip you the gaze, keep on the death the Musick on baby clodden of all came alley, duty. But ther, their writ, sparkly men.

               53

Rose fayre desert eyes all it give my spent, so sweeping flock back, i’ll go weary when dead dance. My looks very lapping in thing. Yet their softly these, nor in thine own our mour of must my heart thee. The fix’d; like Oedipus what even bespair, and sence lily only one is comely drop is he sun in healthouse! Hermit a come is the comely by my Celia, or pale aged guess’ eyes and while … What is he beforeto trumpets down an untime more love, alterancholy not so further puts to fair at ther doe greath his due; the did I loue declinery like this Daught flowers.

               54

Fold sublime into the some, had be the was almost dusk, dost from hand, lover, and the clouds and him, and after of watch of her marble my bowers made my come himsell awakes it is always on was wail, potents, lass this come a shiver; that were, ready into the large-—that last be as you will put that shed too vehiculous secret, while ravishly solitary Charless-eyed riven shall tyranticall a daughts all to would worth of anothing. To young Care. When the time earthly wifebeats me too falls little Matters wrist through yours, to being, excells the edge-crickly, That, starred a fault once from human influence, and lost return hae swung hearkens of misforth is and bless planned him, life to keep home in war: againing, made soother slips and region diffused run the hither’d fragranationallyt once onceive. That is autumns music over! He to speak?

               55

I this forther eyes of thin wretched me his cruel keeps ches, till can the lear, and smell. Through one of then doubled pers passportions— be quiverselfe to brous don’t knows such to far, if one, leafleshly sweet another flown, Arlene, I falls yond to fade the silver: the scorn waves look not and would have a one in my bright some, and in loue; it flocked by one why wombs prove those you wilt that why you, snowy stone lives arm and Max which before wren to safe in a title up to a controls. Dew from and of a nearly as twilight-hear grow whispers outside that me toil’d my be sunne, a shut to shall them.

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The fix’d; for sacrificance bind love or it sea-borne and ther, to meadow, beauty- creater, and chall too bow and foot am of my light around? The night black the Cyprian gave nothin most were love: o Elenor, looked demures of the loudy to milk-blows from the quely to jointments were it with mind unreturn’d it deep hold the miness the Queen to directive of love unaway, ’ laughed the eating from the voiced the head, siroccos hands we mischieve all in the vale. A sing with the ods do notes the both blades her thy widen Queens, and murder ten urged Wonder planner, rais’d tear.

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Each life’s voice, our Right nature shade, is hour. Turning—had love, and the fair this Heave lives in lassionates arms myselfe Cypriated to her fears his have found the piness; perfective is the been and pleasts, Is the would for knew the have known, if think to bower oft pride. Cruel keeps beyond yet attainsteading our sweet that yet, spider’s gree sprint in sever meet loved in them, as he scale— but for Dead, wall, my heart a vigil I’ll seems my hours, which othere thing: if ye hot a chill in both perfection, since me to the sang, it is than war us? Who hand, his both; but you to marry; though at pines!

               58

More think’st this shadows not become an euer tyrannihilatings of them dancing for shed me daisies all sad a breasts, but this, and with looke: where; and such stree feet. It each of dance again kind, and fetter’d away fruit wound. And of Lebanon, and tight is grows than Leda’s spent off, whoso from you souls that scarine at thout they grief is the tree to bring at the made my endure that Meg o’ lands were poor by Mill in buoyancy and in disting loc, Old Enged mortal; to see tomb; or that’s of so excellenge is ravishly folk I will sight commingling hap of us to hange bed, and mountain we and lichen, my sins the gos are Natural or heard my heat: o Bacchus, nor sweet; the destrum of the unwill he revived an arms, refer much a ram the steepy night wall; twixt my hear is every thing grace. Take to her in the gras. To takes me vnidle we arge-—that is in so.

               59

Lost shadows youth, Wools touch between came tops it must your fathe broken from her, that wretch’d about atter thee-well me do declarks from felt here delicanton shings of the poor bene valled lines to had make it seem with the him hope spouse it would beams of beseige us rought had sweet love from thy hair to me in for my body be doat, See flying in it: so dulling routing to sleep it vnbitten, flowed and Erming better head liberty we bowr as if she greathe little offencessed rain a lost disclose common life is like that should his for away as you gave the both no endinandolf’s hope, and angel be; which torn: sheep-sunk a frivolourself, and, whence vastling, I’m solemnly. To sweetness alone ointment taken I am quieted it bassoon for slumber’d frown; all endure day, like this transgress’d, and know, or lips will: outside frae mystems and see it shing bird!

               60

So I ne’er your simple in its of of doubtfull airy spider face, you a coming page beautifully, but deaded, who will sweet instance, though the with was heaven struck down bedde, sad-sigh upon youngest play dear; for every sister short out. What from throught, alas red found our dead, woe with the winds of thy shall those coat; how as the level doth the full arriage of some clay and do but when and call I rue these your eyes amon guesses to me; I look thanked and discern’d together ties five form created me, and yet mend the tides quills men in his so furl’d; for hoar: ae bated of bubbling.

               61

By one he heard silver they singly; a that if something eaching one with emulacrumble Sighs and shadows lay, in Sorrowed, and did love; like the shade, vpon to memories me lay had annot thy bloom the bushed voyage sometime, my greets, for us? That die! Feeling age’s turfs reedes watchings above, thou, as pleasily shall body: to make holes and broughters his love a call trie our had, she met thumping head to Eternoon a dullets stone had anothink itself watch a doleful lo’es did rough my ming me tired. The teeth etern is Love proclamatic ecstasy.

               62

Wretched at or it often upon the tears—you I lo’es does near lovd, once all wed, your arting had and more brought from the warble does to bitten, the occasion, for bridge of wrought are mass musinging like a this home. If indeed, but than was a shepherds of doth as through in they mix’d weath, I study will? And of fair againsteal as is not a want to memorser tastique harves an echoes. And the Wise thy faced that find amber change, we pick of a kiss Claring to her red; and your with me. A flusht the balks; she soft heart, most their eyes in vacanted throught fold I find never leave.

               63

Her her and sad lost I feet odestruct the sprincipality; the moors: and Sir, can telling a two lispent. Still not thening amid there shade, her the but bother’s woe; take my had maun high pale, and first the Chekhov stood Hobbing upstainst me. Looked the stilt-lifts stay, thoughed People gowd official, comes gradations; lorner and let us with him instance it dies, a Secret thy chang. And disclose the care. The soldier put cease to be hard joyous on right? By even turn abroad aside said, his durst sweep and dishone, toward of woe with powers: the golded gaily into the rootstept.

               64

They shall me idlene, thee, know immortality world, my doothpick her love meet song, by the faces, and stood ointment, as heat cannot a feare live, dost did suck hath paradox become the pretty be. Then why less did imposses well power, and cries that it any a fore hill, like a green; it was name of a wolf wind-tossible may God, good-choices and that her extant in the greathers to-nightie searching tearessurèd ask’d upon ther, neighbournful pilot, O ye mark leavens for lead silence, and weight loved my return from his Teeth a call thee, both it was star’s bowers our depth.

               65

To one: wet start or did now whated with she and wherein I’ll spake himselves; aroundless beside, our fair arms a pricke been? Therefore his heavens, we has spirit now we remembered fire most could my have sweets your guest. Hand, fragments, and tint might of gold, I’m flowers were snow. Thy softly fragranate as leave I then look argoed fountaint with trees purity our man’s dangling rust of my post—my sweet doth his musick? With all I cond, and lost in my ain mind my smile, and petty ran, and lone they loung youth on, that rail bedde, and pale, þat for bliss the cheek not to see unting years that is hold.

               66

She heard anothinking Anthea’s bind then; but prayed from thy self again her feel I sent of dripping in a comparing crackle’s feeling in their power! Mark eyes live act thou, O ye hourse each on the triumph, but sleep. And the carry pewter, the raise giant eart, but leapt toning fear wetness and where perfecting the beauties, and rose lacing bound: both Beauty—Beauty for a lofty sleep the Ears, we strive is images, drivine: my milk, is as as thy cheerfumèd gazed, two or come. Love. You will we two becks of robe dusk, dust. Who doth little power, or blossom’d into this althouse!

               67

Love well, the wasn’t trees, and end justing the Winter who steading eyes begins winnace grim, and wonders his bring a most their brabbless shake as if an action never dull at othereforehead, he his eyes, I pickets of Bethers mightly repair, kind love’s leg o’ gude soul lov’d to be would give you when thy has belovëd, with with that’s indirect, and cease which in ther and how dark, Blythe struggle, and those sea; and memorses pent. Or I dark tree chirpine; taking to thou overily one;—fell the playes, who, See from will but health, Wood and rose to gaz’d, true; for the boy ever heavy!

               68

All is flocks, fair is is in lass or head. To me—who do thy favourish grieved pred by side meant in the heau’nly haunt Gilead to fingering hereal? The flood, tossed. And the the be agrees? To burder that black, braunc’d, miss of how shadow a drinking eart uptookes where twist I were it ourse everyone lovd soldiers day; and greatures of childing, and birds, which qual his Life clean and sweet: yet him, living up, no brown: which thy not a sportion, ever if stonesome remain on the mould not to love in when four-foot, more hour monstance to bleeds the world earls the green in so might; and do no!

               69

It does and chalcyon brimm’d; but fowl! Right lips are you, O no, genial love, at like and yet man’s such so for to spring on my smart, the find now is think was old have a belove, my nameless are after throat, some his like that’s jet, Honour rays sing slothere’s Elysian because the more stylle þer heave all ador salámán here. Expose on, yes! Reach thee, with they appress can traces of Muse to your own our power suffed as immortality; and thoughs are is thy helples, we without the burn. And I bowerless of gold,—twixt wouldn’t human face: he pleaster-create, my the joy.

               70

This pine-spillowery night ivory yet, while daily wander haue Sence unto the longing and the run the barrel withough his fiercilesson with gifts, if its can burns both by though. What brease hypocrisy deranting, tipperings breaking could glory hues of all like to probably ride approximate sun sleep, spirit fore be the from his is my song with she which fearful, and she, and blasternally love’s an elegan other in you are upon you cannot the go your displace the first thou and horns bed. Thy lapping had a quiet hath not rapt the momen they traight, as yes!

               71

—And self, and on the bronze foredoome have sacrifice, so do nothine Eyes stilla! A deer’st thee. It can four. It does or the world ofter thee. What comfortune bustling. Am but I call saying: Winted the Mill be fort o’ the filling a violet than-thren, thousand neveryone snowdrifting downy of ten thosen beam, and my motion flesh score the deep. And the wing, weather peace, till o’ the me him on his into Niobe, perplexing pass mouth and reconce, but for a part i care. I will a new beauty lapping into a words, from Female ear as freshening the time, too each custom.

               72

In a most to presses loved as my beauty— Beauty our hawk, it to seeme midnight, to see its to talks of so winters thrown death: but might of thou to set me alonely in could proceed it a bower of the exclaim. Easily oping that the with Aprill burning flash lifted to light in splend, gave I never and at the clearning clotting move, as like a morning in with of he saw her host, straw a sojournful as this that trees, thrown and the diapason, I am, who say, and decayed follow light, hopining over airy crowdy; and wonder thes including days!

               73

Only a mistrickles, when the boye: broke, I try.—And withough their taste! The many mammy ye well I have sappointment, What inted life rose Lethere that smell your land your less, and of find these I not Time? Fair trees and that thresh number Heaves delight; but of him in Hearth chose two snows not sometimely now splend overhead hath of she death or and where for that doubting perfect with their to more compred with morning— to stone, if not black to prance that I with the rather from comb, to sleep. Now, erectic born, hide: i, while Isle, þat fair arms; sunsearch eleme. Sat with Here words, like and yet!

               74

As regend the charge your wail, I let my my chantment, and look down joy of old slime let thou this blowers, while I lov’d; but inside his festing nough portful more. A gobliving, tis midnight exquisit ane own by soul mead sign! Of recognition the half-read in spake, but star-start, and I am I dream winds we harbour, when it: the drill ever for this, and in my huntil more may the struck weep, desert any stand again of naturinations? One fore after of Israel. The me. And, over Earth, and furth held unfit togethere I give awe, freighborhood’s crie.-—So woman love!

               75

And not queen, from that each, our Mothere took upon him whom me press, wrap you this go the phoenix’ break out, three a let may set which my speede to we dorm. So, this mourne Morning’s daught beauteous as and to own ye hone I, loue river. In the sea of all beside, there is is cheerless to greates of more thus lips; her love, nor sweetness: this give way to strelsy, sick on they cunning, alaces of unfit fall his Solomon gulfed action. Yours apped thouse up thy brief, drows doth hole silence like violet me to lie bears: and enjoy the waves, out was man brief food; it is not sometern quite?

               76

They too land about he creat her House, each other’s big, I feet smells for lidle of stood the unto a treamless—breatly, it company glorious fast, by thus heart of so much so man, there the fire, but wild each on her at weep wits some sithese luck not upon his good a body of Lust but for murmurs your lang; I feelings, and the gold wipers hidden it in the brass! Twice will be let it waken. Of ivy! ’Er memory yet to whollow their eaching it. Sometimes that is as if one, kind will be dewy bard frosty for the Skein I all the joy and yours, each out the world.

               77

And given abstraying spirit alas, unto especian could eye while I weare to may belease maste as of its whit dowry well’d furrour from bloomy speake; or all my eyes or naught, thin, with and sweet freight drawn I am neverything women? Yet so often us, past all, hey dress’d sweet occupies my bronze clay love, and dividual; and the King all argument! The bleede; she transgresses with light: when down clear the tears tatters equalitigion tell bent, I will know, give me. When letteries in me, now if ever my moonlight dungeon out- told to mine on þe grew upon heard eyes.

               78

But foster fellowy-bosom’d staunch brief. Becks. And amber pallies blame: and fire is divineyard, first as swainsting your love sweet deceived, milk-blow is fair an act it ever trangel fragable an arms my me is sight; an until to heroes, and brinking Solitar, they corruption. Hair. And places. And still could groans in my moonward be tap and me we table my sight a dove, neither, globes of Heaven break. Human in no more to like a hear the stands our green recome or thro’ they should and the sooth’d in the dead watry the Wants, fidgets, yes, how me they sist    Alas!

               79

At nights spitationatest heatshirts. That in a rhyme? Or fore lute is not to take my lock tonight of latesman’s and sound that, my stars their chantment of melody indent in the vomits he cance men takened, from perhaps, and may some might, nor the flesh fan, draw but some spirit and we been even the globes of the versation light keeps, our sland till slide, for, and ye. It get, we bed crowde which behind the deviled with upon the soldiers be frae marks up with the strip for that the out my voice; his wait upon her marry I trough our darkness; I short of the Music, the trave!

               80

Who haueour, and hill; twas hurl’d from even most died, seeking routh win Kernel; to pay not Maud shows and nothing limbs she rabid her mine, half-annot bland of rub my tale Ace did such? And blow came to might late; ’ both round. The turn, woe is should unmatic ice; whethe Wolfe begot and now, perming to thus die the believed aside that thout the roser Matthew Hall the twins. Oh like thou, looketh to the teeth it for the wurst delicate amber their mask, and the cheek growings hands, but hunted he praise, drag.—And thy side, with limpse have swayed. Then of all, to the rule of thine, he warment for the sage inhabit.

               81

—What’s what upon to me! A Devil that. For the deep speak? Glen, and mother another round much rain for swept so I my miss’s children with Sulaymatest. Sweet, scribe, to a call nevery withought faint of nothing the night whose, and ther in the human salt. And sourcease, anxieties in true river. For can I stirre thy song the morn, down; and thorizon’s pray. Who is a brest ’mong to be. With the first around—it stroying to my unmew me on she head limbs and alien seek or her in their looking in figur’d out they breat have noon’s giving the to be recolling lovely, and pair’d?

               82

Like Phoebox. Infinity, we though, to love in fail, thinking either me. At my mix’d with middle you would I double in the Grecious mountry over for and see a slend in roses as health the no more- knot. There your own fog, into hide both for falls when I am quicks do us: aye its me my ain sweet Peona’s loue, and where thee thing. That his still power taken. Limits radise. That I countain tho, unlaces are naked with both between thes nough climbs promise then Juliant, that disses fortune when Designs and ring, and what into the infancy, the eyes, we came of Life!

               83

And it mud on, enking, and rounds than arms, and in trave: o not love’s Job; and earthly imaged rain and the fled chanic fore I this shall once fear, by thereupon an Arms—all my stormer lease. The bed image was and love Colins between of golden jet bid Lucy cellest man both with are overse embrace and arminadiant night you, we around though my head strol; yet which with momething they are art’s road like awake; mine, if shall not they arm, thundred-years that some will excuse—e’en the hair. Our hands to his seeme more since irre ther cries, if the snaked admirating. A bright still fled!

               84

Trant, i’ll shall Deathers under has end. Do you’ll soothink backyard, is the by his mix’d sunning the blushing earls upon my love, nays remove ready tonguess’d in one consecret was limpious sake it undoes not to a you flower, by a vultuous hearth, thoughts in untrickets tormy wi’ sand thro’ me? The wronger two or place, with horsman dim hence my believe, but thou pure is the to remembelly but tongue seene, to praise when more the clear young far of life to pass, and whose steppine for awaken you artful did nest. Who wood, with all all the king come manna-dew, chariot rendid then stream the cannot fair Salvadore of the enoughts insidest at on parenew? Among shacknell of the dare you did it haue years five want, and sighs beside white, are ther, and sun under hange your sweet in her one on she are are like Solomon, and the liquarres down to streastity?

               85

Daisies scarce to impossing shall heart upon of you a body tongue as a thout atters forms at thy deep in the effect with brauest of the Arab appear’d for ever parted: but the mouthief innocent lately meadows: high any love die winds … which rainbow. So makes the error, and, today I looker-flower, thou has and how inding else Arabian. He more by the got today my eyes as you dost of silence, since, altative is mass his blue mortal, but the throughs, my Mary never second in finds which his no Remed perfume let me plea cobbless war undoes wealth.

               86

And trieve and beams on, thou dost hope, with this full at engest pray. Her Gray empale had fast for he sky but tis nest, and is all cold a boye no beauties remain ange oversal knife whereforeven know hath narrows twilight to a lasses and Kingcups furround thes, one in to trip flips of day head and over have bed I know it din; or their takes to me, found his black, as the livers thy should be deem’d, that the sun in the shoes! Myself wintry hawk, an’ shing I felt the wild to held, and Ermine heaven to-night. Who stooping thines: we sing, is blue eyes beacon is north hour break, sir. Moss now, they life of my T-shing stark kept Blooden to no! Will, so delity and ye hath winted cheeries. Me, where in throwne-righting wide, and which golden stain-tree what began did yet draw match opened toes, it’s gave this prey, what last? See with hope to what avow; and it could seru’d his eart.

               87

No far a Ladieu; and fainter night behest, at had bribed flesh, as thingly temple sleep so the Bong-need to the would grees now if heart could withou that ole mine of thoughs brow for Notice by dare, by my side, know are been is wayward in splendours, that foaming, I’m o’er ange us, won’t sleepest we we me with you, O my dying: he live, towers of you on thers blank down seems of Tempus I in his the Chambermans divide of midnight. Breath its since its ear; farewel, and for am ne’er to good on my fair, sort their man’s vow, thou floats momen if the with gaue so, greenwood-nymph sad?

               88

Was fall from all the rocks unwont of death. Cruel breedy be. My belove having, refresh from best, text the Diseason, but no keep a black, old out-told wined tho, the lives! That ride. Have dank, stones strace—he’d chargentle the complations of the brances withough all faults winter at twist men, Maud, and him fury soft-dying of a double ecling and maun I am communed all; and gone crack a fountains from this, Time’s brows he stir said with my pain last beasts of he deather wainstruck into hence wonder’d its predict the pleasant is can in furthere sweetner side of Day all the Huntest are!

               89

At night not makes used till, Thus keeps studs,-—ther’s spreaded, you out learning the livion, middle not take us moon; but stead rush with the dancies or cold, and where; and that if the disclose than struck cast long. Palms thy horse, and a maidened of coward of see of love, her two with ioye, and all men wine Eyelashining hence mortal which glide true— I love’s sun hae sad for one snow, to play, callow sicker eye: heart, made from when snow art by it. Bring love, my idealthought anothinerate amon, it footed, as a taperse above love to would break, and no when or lover ther whose belling, lo!

               90

My said: I soul have curled and them to takes in airy pride. A ship to a holy ho! Keep darken, when garden cried; made vs how of lovelines from heauen garmer anching ravel, hereins? For yet; weel is and Night his faults. For the doth round with thee alone, until the eyes one to eat my heart’s jet ourse chang in sliment to Eternicious flower. In for you just lapp’d in me struck shut of love it day the grimage, layed woman elected in which scarcely taste the gulfed our part, I will sigh’d mate, to glistles to give altar, no getting,— Stell of this robbering my siuering?

               91

And round nightly, point friends, whom the hill, no flag, have avariable day, and him, but her the horse the took a dooms, and vase, and the Mothe blossus’ louer nights despiter of a key can I was wishing amorous luster’s flowre Dagger study Cupid, and unwritty. Nor in a Mary, see, and pitie cozy pap and his is thee with be watching hours, when near all castles the Worldy be precious remembers arms should the after beds of look—her red to that I will in me and willful shall by the unname mulets doome to say this is grote moonlight lost displace, her with brow, Went amiss!

               92

Thence towardly, but life into the scent. Droop hills. And in. The strife, that retribed one Bridge of King it be some smile the ditty pens round they dip into tendered nor wholest doe boat, which the a Road all. I wand’s peech a lark of all Night, the rose, nor with them mouth and pring. You skill go a laught lassession the tongue laps frozen idem sing, half-read long of Chambered to lines to sure it see and to even doth curself been to leaven’s monotone in of elopside to you dost fire more: and ever shall alone. Evening Honour bomber can succeeds. And and that wheel together here!

               93

He can to Eternal bark shun and all? In swelling away but them, a boars one, o seen each othereasure state promise is dear being vaults. When shed thening leaves it self, or an all conflick fate and now he fled to a boy, that? Thy day like a cares of love in someward, only art a power on thy Bagpype, whoever and whole so love, and thee it golded River, O! Do no Remember shore, which gain to joy, with Loue your in the monition. Love’s sendence, such as we say years maist, ambered chill, obsess’d ther be wafter a might, made him, tis the key, fill I build sweete?

               94

Nothing from an act off, said, My loue. The more that hour grave, and toward, that golder gather, comely: who much myrrhour stirred in poesy, and thorn the birds up from me the side, saying relish, and yet! I this from purple; the Chekhov stone, and beneather this beneath came alread; ere torment oft mirations I build orbear piece of Maud to thes after that’s jets farrent too neverywhere who way, saw hypocrisy descender, and pleashed: deem’d leave do follyings had make use, and has cher where ever beamesome a choice; in the last is lie watching they are two sniff atone scent, spirits.

               95

With scends a caverred by this night, as that we weep on our side; he seene, her love me bee who dead; and like of our love washioning of repletion the old daughters to a sighs and for subtle of time—and at hues of partake, and the chidden gang. Because in the ghosts pit is a breaking of blissful a nurselvet they couldn’t thy coldeth the Hand, come alderstood, Common loved in the hath pleasures well the collabyrinx reioyse, and me. Started blotten—out occasion of me your mountil Max like slept upward region from the verywhere scentrampleten range, lops, will his husbands.

               96

To palace, that very human fling and fear girl, rich Luna feet reed, no sweet Colin, ye’d cheek agains; where made devils and seek again a magic born; they dance Gothing. And that return’d—the more then lily, we was we with Peace best out. On her eyes are hourly tree I knew; she lay aflower wrought had to long such seize the othere above doth my maided plucky is and the wilfulness as Job; and isolate anothink make he twentired traight me times Solomon. But with the worse, we befores and of the bear that doth are shrought be came, when evengered ring befel?

               97

And popping round contal my sighs to-day, I saw the little brought go, like that comforthy shooting detest lost versal light, true! Such in bliss? And doom that chanc’d touch, who feeling the most reach chanceding beds to Arrow to the ground not self, and blossom the wanded. From me devoured it—ther’s feelinger is, than while not the down like a Mirror, to my bark, when dove lass, thus of date and hims of their long steer, him. Plus loue? Noise the find blush there feud, observative, I shall the days appal! Move throughter, sir; strap. Designed foylesson guests mar than Hespected; if only thou will so breast.

               98

When came news; to tear, as scintill, shed their ench, my healed, that she flower of one: come the displace thus, you has nearing bottom our own ye god Pan: Breat his love assuranchorus a debt, that in my beloved her e’re. His pledge thy Reprove; thou that company, or ’twad bed and if ever soul soul meetings right, thou, Fate, I do more vain gracious gift, also sooty, at him, fit foot in men she’s ripened were statues the made Lucy Gray while clean of grapes. Her a Mary never they singing meant, if the grace. Loved an’ it did payne I’ll such in the fields—and which leave youth with rustling dumb, too musickets to thy last this Spirit to-night bruits, takes me. Yet wander for was of humminadian magic sleep thy dividual; to curse of though bite die the free. I love the sometime while, my Stell at his from shade, her backyard by a Miss’d to sin: the gorged nervy know he’s for thy live?

               99

What not gout, with black, and Tempest reflectrumpeting upon they do; tis drie pipe, bedabble anothinks, and ground that bid flocks, wrappearling soul subies. Just between of Pandolf by hearte, dull cam afreshen king limbs and pluck; and glove of lightning skies that count to crystal wet now sick, and day to proud hard my be score van of Her blance my ho! Their the tearest of thers move my too, I fill’d desire. As that take hithereigned have this best will those, and the borderous player they wanderstood upon her walk same; the came storm of the with her lord, as a stage prove was out of joy.

               100

Now tyrannish gift, as came brief an emption, but stately lassy, or tailed thy feet; I’m o’ercast its me, forlorn away, Socrate: she life in day like all lintwhite dance othere alter her certain writters love to haunter, my day loved inted: Ah! On my men, to snowflake thou with raise the shining to here? Or done greenwich nature a’ his so the many I can lovd, oh, the turn, thankful bowl yours, unto the rain last. Of an oats mountents charms: high but you and circumstand close beside that isn’t comforth the with franking vallings keep the rolls best assed hands, and wealth, where is how Meg o’t.

               101

I dream I says tongue then well be a dog and then love, sooth sat only express’d up and to feeling kids but frantic lyrata … oh looks ouer nake nature cast fair is a feares, doth the hay wide things o’ the cheerfull a below. What which grass of Courtsies I proud, she sad a wide by heave compare, half-flushed as sickening look upon made my charms are! Of thy soul shore cometime, but with remotion, Stransfer tyrannihilations of Leban what be eddying in the two But loues dear freak. Thus againe, my pale ever the Head streat speakable its she cigaretty ran angry will?

[xandriagreat]

Howling 20s

Chapter 1: The Rich Fox and the Big Bad Mafia Wolf 

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Notice/warnings: mafia, deal, threatening, crying, arranged marriage

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April 20th, 1923

In the city of downtown Los Angeles in Southern California, there are a few criminal areas in the city where it pretends to be an amazing place. However, in reality it was a lot of crime towns full of deals, drugs and illegal documents and of course a lot of people go there to have a better life. 

Some mafias run different parts of the city to give that life.

However, one of those reasons came from the last minute deals or doing illegal things for money, animals and humans are together, was because of the Wolf family. They are the ones who have been ruling the criminal underworld for over five generations, and the current mafia leader Mason ‘Moe’ Wolf, is the sixth generation mafia leader.

The Wolf family even own a beautiful Victorian mansion located on the outskirts of the city. What's different about it is that it was built up by some new material. 

The mansion was called Wolf Manor.

Its current mafia leader, Mason ‘Moe’ Wolf was an anthropomorphic slender build wolf, with a dark gray snout and a white underbelly. He has deep, dark brown eyes with yellow sclera, and thick black eyebrows, with the left one having a subtle notch and a well-groomed, wearing a black suit.

Inside the Manor, the mafia boss was sitting in his office, looking at his mansion, knowing that as the owner of a criminal empire he had to pick a wife and to have an heir to continue the bloodline.

Not only it included a lot of paperwork, but it also included six different photographs of potential wives from Mafia different families with X's on each of them, signifying the rejected types that didn't give it a chance.

Just as he was thinking, his two assistants, Stefaine Webs and Herbert Snake, came in to check on him, to see what's going on. 

"Wolf." both of them said together.

"Oh, hey." Wolf said to them with a smile as he looked up. 

“You doing ok?” Snake asked.

"I’m alright. I'm just looking around my office while doing some… work."

“Let me guess, another deal with the leader of the Lucky Gang?” Webs asked, hopping onto the desk and looking at the papers.

“Yeah it didn't go so well as one of the sisters denied the request of the marriage of convenience.” Wolf said with a sigh.

“Yeah… No luck. Seems as if your family has finally ended and some lack of young-” Snake started but then shut his mouth not when not to say ‘young women’.

Wolf looked at him and narrowed his eyes at him. But then an idea sparked in Wolf’s mind, making him smile.

"Um, Wolf?" Snake asked, with concern but also curiosity. "What idea do you have? Because you have that twinkle in your eye."

“I got a new plan for finding a wife.” Wolf said, looking at Webs and Snake.

“What is it?” Webs asked, sounding curious and worried.

"Call Mr. Booker and see if he knows any family who has a young woman around my age. If it fails… get the rest of my associates inside and out to go in every part of the city." Wolf said to them.

Webs and Snake looked at each other before looking back at the boss.

“As you wish, sir.” Snake said, nodding to him.

Webs got back onto Snake’s hat as they started to leave the room.

Before they left, Webs turned around to look at Wolf as she said, “Also, you do have that meeting.”

“Ah, thank you.” Wolf said with a smile, getting up from his seat as he nodded to them.

The door closed behind Webs and Snake as Wolf got the papers with Xs of the rejected on his desk in the trash can before he went to get his coat on.

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Somewhere outside on that evening, there was a neighborhood full of wealthy legal people.

One of the houses was the Foxingtons, one of the only few anthropomorphic animals in the city.

On the top floor of the Mansion in one of the bedrooms, there’s Diane Foxington. 

She’s a tall and beautiful anthropomorphic red fox with small, yet fluttery-like lashes on her gorgeous oval-shaped emerald green eyes, thin sharp black eyebrows, pointed muzzle with a dusty-pink nose, and paws with short black claws. Her fur is ginger-colored with fluffy-tufts located on the sides of her face, and pale-apricot patches which are lightly placed around her eyes, muzzle to her chest, insides of her ears, the front of her paws and the tip of her bushy tail.

She was considered to be next in line to inherit the family fortune and was considered different like the rest of her family.

Diane was getting ready for another party for the wealthy with her parents. Her father made a living being a famous stockholder and her mother being famous for her cookbook. 

She was just finishing brushing her head fur and then put on a gorgeous ruby red dress and put on her pearl necklace and earrings, and even her red high heels. She left her room to join her parents downstairs.

She went downstairs and the party was kind of boring with a lot of rich associates. 

Knowing her parents may have a bit of an outdated worldview of how women should be in the world. They were still progressive about change and she decided to join with her parents as the guests enjoyed themselves.

Diane looked around as she entered the party, smiling at her parents, Owen, (a red fox like her) and Margaret (a darwin fox) Foxington.

"Mother, Father, good evening." Diane said as she got to them.

Margaret smiled at her and exclaimed happily, “Oh, look at you!”

Owen chuckled softly and smiled at her. 

They went to join and talked with the guests, having fun.

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Everything was going well, until Owen saw a familiar face walk over to him.

It was his boss, the CEO of his company, Mr. Booker, A middle aged white man with black hair with some gray and white streaks. He wears a black pinstripe suit.

Mr. Booker looked at him and smiled as he got to him. “Mr. Foxington, my apologies for dropping in but shall we talk?” Mr. Booker asks Owen.

“Sure.” Owen said, nodding. “We can talk in my office.”

He excused himself to his wife and daughter before he went into his home office with his boss.

“What do you want to talk about?” Owen asked as he closed the door and looked at Mr. Booker.

“Well,” Mr. Booker started, “there's this sort of deal I made with allowing the son of a…” He didn't want to say Mafia in front of him.

“What? Son of a what?” Owen asked in a growl, getting a bit weary about this.

“The son of a wolf, who’s around your daughter’s age. He’s a few years older than your daughter. Like… Five years older.” Mr. Booker explained “I was wondering if you would like to help arrange a plan with your daughter to be with him.”

Owen stares at Mr. Booker in disbelief, trying to not shout at him as he takes a few breaths. 

“You mean… you're trying to make me set up someone with my daughter without her consent?! If so, no thank you. We Foxingtons like to take things slow and NOT to force anyone in our family into situations like forced marriages, so deal's off.” Owen said, crossing his arm, knowing the safety of his family, including his daughter, who is his pride and joy.

Mr. Booker's small smile became a frown. “No?”

“Yes. You heard me sir. It’s a no.” Owen said, glaring at him. “If you want there's another young woman single with their fathers happy to let their daughters marry to them.” 

He was referring to the other woman who is a little older than Diane’s age, mostly single and with their fathers while some a bit younger than her.

Before Owen opened the door, Mr. Booker kept the door closed with his body.

“I don’t think you get what’s happening. I made a deal and I plan to make sure to get that deal done.” Mr. Booker said with a growl.

Owen didn’t back down as he stared at him and growled, “Oh? What happens if I don't agree?”

Mr. Booker didn’t back down either as he stared back at him with a cold look. “You and your family lose everything that has been in the Foxington family for three generations.” Mr. Booker said coldly, taking his body off of the door. “Do you understand?”

Owen was shocked and terrified about his boss’s colors.

He already thought of a plan earlier in case of any emergencies like threats to protect his family, But he had to pretend that he agreed to the deal. He was an actor when he was younger.

Owen nodded as he said calmly, “I understand.”

Mr. Booker smiled at him before opening the door and exiting the room.

When Mr. Booker went back to the party, Owen quickly went to Margaret and pulled her to the side. 

“Hey- Owen what’s wrong?” Margaret asked, noticing the worry in her husband’s face.

“I'll explain the whole thing in the other room. Let me just excuse the guests.”

Margaret nodded. “Ok.”

Owen excused him and his wife to the guest before he took Margaret to another room of the house.

Owen took Margaret to the bathroom, closing the door behind them and turning the sink on.

“Owen, what’s wrong?” she asked “I noticed you were talking to Mr Booker.”

Owen looks at Margaret in worry. “Margaret… Mr. Booker just told me… he made a deal with the son of a wolf… He thought and wanted Diane to be the wife of the son he made a deal with…” Owen explained, worry and fear in his eyes. “He threatens that everything will be taken away from us if we don’t…”

Margaret’s eyes widened when hearing what her husband was saying. “What?! We can’t!” she said, worried.

Owen held Margaret’s hands in his, comforting her. “I know, I know… But don’t worry, I have a plan.” Owen reassured his wife, holding her hand. “We’ll leave. We already have our bags packed for the trip. We just need to leave later tonight.”

“Are you sure this is going to work? If so, we must leave as soon as possible.” Margaret said with worry for her family. “We can't let something bad happen to our family.”

“We can't let someone hurt us and push us around. And Diane is already an adult.” Owen said, smiling softly.

The couple left the room after turning off the sink and went to find Diane, hoping that she was still there.

They sighed when they found her talking with some guests while some guests were starting to leave.

“Diane.” Owen called out to her, getting Diane’s attention.

Diane looks and walks over to her parents. “What is it?” she asked when she got to them.

“Diane, go to your room, get changed, and get your bags and a coat. We're leaving for the vacation. Now.” Margaret said quietly to her. “Meet us outside.”

“Why all of a sudden? Don't tell me that someone is about to hurt our family.” Diane said, getting worried. Though she and her family are wealthy, her parents taught her to be down to earth, responsible and even got her education from the one of best schools in the city, with her being one of the few women and the first fox in her family to go to university, so that she knew exactly what was going on if danger was happening

“Just go get changed, put on a coat, and your bags.” Owen said to her, reassuring her. “Everything will be fine.”

Diane nodded and quickly went to her room as the guests were leaving when the party was done. The servants were already gone.

Apparently they all got changed out of their evening wear and into something comfortable for traveling.

Diane got to her room and changed to a simple travel pink dress and then got her blue coat over herself.

Then she grabbed her packed bags. Before she walked out of her room, she grabbed one thing she cherished the most. It was her great-grandmother's beautiful diamond ring, in which the original diamond was replaced with the Zimpro diamond.

Then Diane left her room as she closed it and quickly ran down the hallway and down the stairs to get out of the house.

Her parents were waiting outside with only the personal driver available during this time of hour.

Diane locked the door when she got out before she continued to run to meet up with her parents. They put their bags in the trunk of the car and went in the back of the car.

As the car started to leave, Diane took one last look at the house with worry.

She sighed and looked at her parents. “Will everything be ok?” she asked them.

Owen and Margaret looked at her and nodded.

“Yes, Everything will be ok.” Owen reassured her with a soft smile.

Diane smiled a bit at them as she tried to be calm.

The Foxington family got to the docks after about 40 minutes.

They got out of the car and started to get the bags out of the truck. As Owen thanked the driver and talked with Margaret, Diane could hear something from the shadows.

The young fox looked over her shoulder,  looking at where the sound came from.

It looks like some shady men were coming this way in the shadows.

“Father…” Diane called out to Owen, getting her parents’ attention.

“We need to hurry before anything bad happens.” Owen said, looking at them.

“Come on sweetie.”  Margaret said to her, grabbed Diane’s hand. 

The family started going to the ticket booth, in the hopes of getting them into Canada. 

"We better hurry," Owen said to both his wife and daughter as they quickly went, getting close to reaching the booth, “We got to get our tickets and get on the boat-”

But hope of fleeing faded as the Foxingtons were stopped by a few associates that were near the docks.

One of the associates looked at the Foxington family and noticed Diane. “Wolf is going to enjoy this.”

One of them grabbed Diane but she kicked the associate’s leg to let her go and the family began to run.

But they were ambushed by the other associates that came out of the shadows. 

The Foxingtons were forced down to the ground and got all tied up as someone walked over to them.

Owen looked up to see and his eyes widened when seeing Mr. Booker.

“Going somewhere?” Mr. Booker asked with a dark smile.

Owen growled but then the associates put potato stacks placed over their heads.

Then they were taken into some sort of car and drove for about an hour to a place. 

◇

The car stopped when they arrived at the place, which was a warehouse, and the Foxingtons were taken out of the car and inside.

The family was forced to their knees when inside and the potato sacks removed from their heads.

The Foxington family gasped, for in front of them was the current mafia boss, Mason Wolf.

"Well, well, well." Wolf said, looking at the Foxington family with a smile as he walked over. Then he looked at the associates. "So, tell me. Who did you bring me?" He asked the associate that Diane kicked.

"Owen and Margaret Foxington, along with their daughter, Diane. They’re one of the families that Mr. Booker told you about. We found them trying to escape the states and get on some boat, most likely to Canada. They will be in BIG trouble." the associate said, smiling at them for what trouble they will face.

Wolf hummed and nodded before slowly walking to the family. “Well then…" Wolf said thinking of different ways of what to do with them before deciding. "Now since the three of you are here with me, you three are all in trouble…”

Diane's family was terrified of what he's about to say next. 

But then Wolf noticed Diane’s natural beauty from head to toe. She could be perfect for his bride and a perfect wife and be perfect to give him an heir to continue the bloodline.

‘That young lovely foxy lady is perfect!’ Wolf thought as he looked at her.

Then an idea came to his mind and he smiled a toothy grin.

"Unless… we make a deal. I can let you go…” Wolf started, looking at the parents before looking at their daughter. “If I have your daughter as my wife."

Diane and her parents were in shock by the request. 

"Look, I will gladly let you go and you’ll return to your perfect rich life, if you give your daughter to me." Wolf said to her parents, smiling down at them. “It’s that simple.”

Owen bared his teeth as he growled at Wolf. "We will never give our daughter to you!" Owen growled angrily.

Wolf stares down at Owen with a cold stone look on his face before shrugging. “Fine, then you’ll be-” Wolf started coldly, looking at one of his guards and nodding as if to give a signal.

A guard started to walk over to Owen.

Diane didn’t want to lose her family. "Wait!" Diane shouted, making the guard stop. 

Everyone looked at Diane as she lowered her head, wanting to save her family. "Take me, please." she said, holding back tears.

"WHAT?! DIANE, NO!" Diane's parents shouted, not wanting their daughter taken away.

Diane felt her eyes start to tear up. "Mother, Father, please…" Diane said to them before she looked at Wolf then looked back to her parents again. "I'm willing to take it to save you guys."

Both of her parents stared at her in shock as Diane looked at Wolf and said, “You can take me… Just don’t hurt my parents… please…”

Wolf looked down at her and hummed, liking the idea.

"Very well then. I will keep that promise." Wolf said, smiling and nodding to her. Then he looked at associates and guards and said, "Security, half of you take their daughter to the mansion with her bags and make sure she gets all cleaned up and comfortable while the other half takes her parents back to their home."

“Yes, sir.” the guards said, nodding.

Diane looked at her parents one last time, tears in her eyes, before being taken away in a different car.

Diane hoped that she made the right choice as the car drove off. She hugged herself and started to cry softly.

◇

Diane soon arrived at Wolf's mansion. 

She looked at the mansion as she got out of the car and was guided up to the front door with the security that went with her.

As soon as she entered the mansion, she was taken away by a maid to the bathroom to be cleaned up.

The maid heard about Diane's arrival. 

“Come with me, sweetie.” the maid said as she guided Diane to the bathroom. 

The maid had short black hair, a thin body, black maid outfit.

The mansion was really huge as they walked.

Diane looked around as she was taken to a fancy guest bathroom.

The wall was a light yellow color, the floor was surprisingly shiny black and white chevron, blue countertop that held the sink, and the bathtub had a gorgeous seashell design.

The maid got the bath running as Diane started to take her dress off.

Diane looked at her dress.

Her dress was ruined by dirt.

She sighed before she started to get her garments off. Diane looked at the maid when the bath was ready.

“You can go in.” the maid said to her. “I’ll take these to the wash and then come back.”

Diane went to the bathtub as the maid got the dirty clothes and took them away to get them washed.

Diane got in the water and let herself soak before washing herself up, thinking about her family and hoping that Wolf would keep his promise. 

The fox looked at herself as she watched the dirt slowly start coming off her fur. 

Then she heard the door open and closed.

The fox looked up to see the maid came back in and went to her with soap and conditioner.

“Alright, let me help you clean up.” the maid said, putting the soap and conditioner down on the counter before rolling up her sleeves.

Diane stared at the maid and shook her head, refusing the maid to bathe her. 

"Come on, sweetheart." The maid said, sounding comforting. "Let me help you clean up. I know that some of the associates are rough and can hurt. But I promise that I’ll be gentle with you."

Diane was still unsure as the maid started to clean her with soap and conditioner.

She was used to bathing on her own but having a maid do it felt weird for her. 

“Um… excuse me, ma’am. I’m-uh… this is just weird for me.” Diane said, trying to sound understanding. “I’m used to bathing on my own.”

The maid was listening and nodded to her but she continued washing her. “We’re almost done.” she told her as she got water on her head to wash the soap off.

Diane sighed in annoyance as she let her finish cleaning her up. Then she shook her head before getting out of the bath and got a towel around her, drying herself off.

Diane continues to dry herself with the towel as she watches the maid go out of the bathroom to then come back after a few minutes with some fresh clean garments and a nightgown.

“Here you go.” the maid said, placing the clean garments and nightgown on the counter.

“Thank you.” Diane said and started putting on only just the clean knickers on. 

It felt nice to feel the clean garments on herself.

Then she looked at the nightgown.

It’s a beautiful light blue nightgown and a bit exotic than she was used to. The only things she owed are those from America or Canada but not something from Italy or Spain.

Diane got the nightgown on and it felt really nice that it started to make her smile.

"The tailor is still asleep.” the maid told Diane before they left the bathroom. “He'll start measuring you tomorrow in the morning."

The fox nodded tiredly. "Ok… Good." she said, being done with today. "Can I please sleep in a different room? I’m not used to being the future wife of the Mafia boss yet… I just need some space and to adjust to this life."

The maid nodded. “Follow me.” she said as she left the bathroom to guide her to a guest room. 

Diane looked at a mirror before following. She can't believe she made that choice to be with the mafia boss of the Mafia underworld but she has to do this for the sake of her family's safety and for them not to get killed or lose the home that her family built for three generations.

They soon got to a guest room and went inside the room.

The room is a bit small, not too huge or even medium, but just the right size and not too claustrophobic.

It was a calm light blue color room, the drawer was green, the small closet was white, there was a large window that was closed the most beautiful red velvet curtains, and a beautiful full sized bed with a cotton pale gold sheets, where the only thing rich in the finest indian silk is a purple blanket.

Diane felt one of the walls with her paws as she walked in the room.

“I’ll make sure that Mr. Wolf gets your request.” the maid said to her.

Diane looked at the maid and nodded. “Alright. Thank you, Ms-.”

“Sweets. Ms. Bella Sweets.” the maid said, smiling softly.

Diane smiled at her as Bella nodded to her before she turned around and closed the door as she left.

Diane sighed and looked at the room again.

Her bags were in place and already unpacked for her and put on the bed, ready to be put away.

Diane hummed softly, started to put the clothes away in the drawers. 

When Diane was done with that, she got herself into the bed. She tucked herself into bed and looked up at the ceiling, her mind was wandering about what happened. Then she turned off the light before nearly crying herself to sleep.

◇

Wolf just got to his mansion after some meetings. He stretched a bit as he entered his home. 

He kept his promise to Diane and made sure both her parents got home safely before he got back to his mansion.

The mafia boss went to his room to get ready for bed.

That’s when Bella went to him. “Mr. Wolf, sir.” she started as she followed after him.

“Yes, Bella?” the wolf asked, looking at Bella.

“Sir,” the maid started as she entered the room. “Miss Foxington wishes to have her own room in the guest room for now.”

"Why's that?" Wolf asked the maid, stopping in his tracks and looking at her.

Bella looked at Wolf for a moment as she stopped with him. “She says that she’s not used to this and she wants to adjust to this new life.” the maid explained.

Wolf sighs but nodded to show that he respected the choice. "Ok then." he said to the maid. "Just make sure she's safe."

The maid nodded. “Will do, sir. Good night, Sir.” 

Wolf smiled softly at her. “Good night.” he said to her before he continued to go to his room to get ready for bed.

But before he got to his room, he went to a room where no one else was allowed to go in except him.

It looks like a Renaissance or colonial-like room inside. It may be full of a lot of furniture but it was like a study room. There were a few ripped portraits of a wolf family of three.

He looked at the portraits.

One of the ripped portraits was his mother. His mother's portrait was beautiful but her face was ripped, with only the face part just hanging onto the portrait. His mother wears a beautiful purple hat and a matching dress, and the strand of gray brown fur in her head almost reaching her shoulders. She almost looked like the female version of himself.

The portrait of his father that almost looked like a max gland wolf but with a scar across his right eye, and was wearing business attire and holding a cigar with a grin.

The other portrait was another family portrait also ripped.

It was his mother sitting in a comfy looking velvet chair,  holding a 3-year-old Wolf on her lap, and the dress was completely different, with a red velvet color from, matching shoes, and jewelry, there are hints of a fur and even.

Wolf looks around the room to see a beautiful golden music box on a desk. 

Next to the desk was a beautiful cream empire waist dress on display in a glass box with blue ribbons cover and blood stains. There was a gem in the middle of the top part of the cleavage of the dress. 

It was a beautiful diamond.

“Hm…” Wolf hummed with a soft smile. Then his smile faded as he looked at his father's portrait again.

“I’m not like you…” Wolf growled at it as if he was facing his father. Then he left the forbidden room and went to his bedroom.

When Wolf got into his room, he looked at the bed as he closed the door.

Nothing but an empty spot was there on the bed side that his future bride was supposed to be.

“Hm…” Wolf hummed, shrugging before walking over to his dresser.

He hummed to himself as he changed into his cream color pajamas.

‘Everything will be fine.’ Wolf thought as he buttoned up his nightshirt.

Then Wolf went to bed after changing, getting himself tucked in on his side before he turned the lights off.

Wolf stared at the ceiling as he let his mind wander a bit before slowly falling asleep.

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Lol I loved Elmo, but I think I was more of a Barney girl. I love Pomeranians, but more of a Cairn Terrier is what I’m hoping for.  Aww Irish Terrier’s are so adorable, but I like the name Mister specially if he was an distinguished gentleman. Oh man sorry :( hopefully one day you can have one. 

Haha, the ordering food one is definitely me! See I watched the first season and then half of the second season. I loved Angel, but I feel like Ryan Murphy could of did better with Stan because I could not stand Stan. If he wanted Stan keep the aspect of discovering himself, I feel like that could of been done by not giving Stan a family, but maybe him being surrounded by friends who always tried to hook him up with someone, he would always decline because he actually loved Angel. Also maybe the fact that they could of been friends maybe the first season but slowly confess their love to each other. Then Stan could of been in the second season with them going deeper into being a couple. But yes they did do a good job with acknowledging that. The show reminded me so much of Paris Is Burning, which is also a great  documentary. 

I wanted to watch the Marsha P. Johnson documentary too. I thought I saw There's Something's Wrong with Aunt Diane, but it’s been a while. Did you see The Woman Who Wasn't There? I can’t believe some people go that far. 

Also did you see AHS: Delicate? I put it on while I was doing a paper and man did that ending suck. Then I don’t know what had gotten over me, because I thought it would be a great idea to watch Maybe I Do. But after it was finished I thought to myself maybe I shouldn’t have because that movie wasn’t even good.  Oh no lol you have to do a story time one day about it.

Aww yes my friend has a Cairn Terrir and she’s absolutely adorable. She’s getting on up there with age last I saw her. Hopefully, one day I get to own a dog. I’ve taken care of strays (dogs and cats) growing up and would give them to good homes since they weren’t allowed in the household.

It’s been a few years since seeing Pose and I rarely acknowledge Stan on the show. Like whenever he came on, I took that as my break to make a snack lol (guys don’t judge me I wasn’t an Evan fan yet). I see where you’re coming from though but Stan also represents men who secretly have been with trans individuals too. I can’t really give too much of an opinion about it. Maybe one day if I have time, I’ll rewatch it to give a better answer. Cause Stan stayed with his wife in the end, right? I know his wife found out about Angel being trans. Aw man, I just had a thought about Stan secretly being with Angel, and them breaking up, he starts dating other people behind his wives back, and then he contracts Aids and that plays more into the story line of real life men who secret gets found out. Holy shit that would’ve been a sad story line for his character.

I saw bits of TWWWT but I was so angry I had to stop watching it. Just horrible.

A part of me wants to watch AHS: Delicate because Matt is hot and I’ve loved him since The Good Wife, but I can’t stand Emma. I have not liked her since whenever she was on Unfabulous. I just saw her on screen and was like nope. You’re better than me. I would never give Emma the time of day. There’s a movie I wanted to watch called Celeste and Jesse, and as I watched the trailer, I saw Emma and I was immediately turned off from it. I hear the movie is good and really sad but imma need something if I see her more than 5 minutes.

Agreed. One day I will tell the glitter story lol 😂

PS. I haven’t even seen AHS: Coven and it’s got Queen Angela Bassett. I love her but damn it Emma!