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lovrsm · 1 year ago

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sum: in which your brother invites you to a party, and oh god, you're so glad you accepted.

word count: 2.4k

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

warnings: drinking, curse words & insinuation of cheating.

Spotify - Apple Music

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ - ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴜ

"you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk"

Monaco was such a lovely place, when my brother had told me about it I thought he was exaggerating. I mean, it wouldn't be that weird if he had, he's always excited about everything, he's the kind of guy who makes you see as if the world is made of bright rainbow colors, and I believe him.

I arrived from the airport about 2 hours ago, I was on my way to the hotel where Lando was staying, he told me he got another room for me. How could I say no?

He called me yesterday at about 3pm

"No, I'm telling you, IT WILL BE THE PARTY OF THE YEAR!" he screamed over the phone, making me laugh.

"Lando, I just came from signing with my sponsors, they expect me to write more songs in a 4 months period, you know how complicated that's going to be?" I exhaled, taking off my heels, tossing them across the room as I lay down on the couch. I was exhausted.

"C'mon, you'll have plenty of things to write songs about, look, I can already hear it!" he started to hum a catchy tone, making the corners of my mouth go up. "Lando... Jake won't be able to be there, god, I don't even know if he'll want me to be there, you know?"

I could already see him in the doorway telling me where am I.

Sure, he was on canada filming, but what if he finds out?

"I'm not even letting you say no, I'm already booking tickets, get all you need, you can even shop here if you want, I just want my sister with me tomorrow night with me"

"You better go get me at the airport Lando Norris."

"I wont let you down peanut" He chuckled and hung up on me.

Well he kinda let me down, he couldn't come get me due to some last minute meeting he had. I don't really mind, I know having a busy life is exhausting.

I thanked the taxi driver giving his a generous tip, my bodyguard helped me get out my suitcases, I had a hoodie and black sunglasses, he had a casual outfit so we wouldn't stand out.

For being a top artist in the whole world, I did not like having that much security. But it was an obligation, not an option, I had to stick to what my manager and team asks me to do.

After a busy day of shopping and walking around the streets, I could barely feel my feet. I had gotten a beautiful short red dress. Perfect fit for the occasion. It was just 7p.m. and Lando had texted me he was on his way to my dorm.

The door opened to reveal my very festive brother in the other side "You're here!" "I'm here!" I screamed back jumping into his arms.

We catched up, he was telling me about how he checked the track, for the next season, since we were in December. Although I never really understood racing, when we were kids our parents would take us out to the karts, and I'd always crash while he was beating all of us who tried to play.

He focused on sports and I focused on music, since I was 12 years old I learned to play the guitar. My mom used to tell me that I was a genius at writing songs, I guess many people think the same.

Time passed by too fast, with him I felt like an hour were just 5 minutes.

After hating each other all our childhood, we became closer than ever after my career and his took off. I think it was because we were twins, we hated it when people said we acted the same, because physically we are not alike at all. I am so much prettier, obviously.

it was already 8 o'clock "I'm leaving, I should get ready, do you wanna come with me?"

"I'd stopped talking to you if you let me get there alone, I know none of these guys Lando."

"I'm sure you'll know somebody miss famous." He bumped my shoulder and left my room, entering to his which was next door.

I took my time getting ready. God, I love being a woman. I took a bath, fixed my hair, put on my make-up and finally there was the dress, hanging on the bathroom door. I think it is one of the most beautiful dresses I have ever seen in my life.

How did I manage to put on the mini dress correctly by myself? I don't even know, but I couldn't stop looking at myself in the mirror. God if only someone could look at me.

Oh wait! There is someone, I grabbed my phone to click his name, my phone started to ring. I waited patiently, but he did not answer. So I called him once more, this time he did answer.

I heard loud music and singing in the back. "What do you need?" he asked, I could hear the irritation in his voice. "I wanted to hear from you, we haven't talked-"

"We talked last Monday, wasn't that enough? I'm busy." He interrupted me.

"Where are you?" I asked intrigued this time.

"Uhm... I'm in the bar with some friends"

"Oh and that's just more important than your girlfriend?" I raised my voice at him, I was now sitting the edge on the bed.

"Look, I don't want to fight, just call me later." He said, basically hanging the phone. "Jake..." I said before he could do so.

"What?" He sounded desperate. "Take care." I said.

"Ok" He hung. I felt disgusted, why? not idea, I just felt dirty, as if I was forcing him to talk to me. I took some deep breathes so I could calm my nerves down.

I don't even want to go out anymore.

I tried hard not to cry, I wasn't going to ruin my makeup over some small argument, I'm sure tomorrow we'll be alright, we always end up alright.

It felt as an eternity till I heard a knock on my door, I quickly grabbed my bag, looked in the mirror once more to fix my dark wavy hair, and rushed to the door. I opened it, in the side was Lando, his back on the wall while he was looking at his phone.

He turned it off and looked at me, I smiled "Ready to go Peanut?"

"Lets go"

We finally got to the club, electronic music was blasting off, people were already drunk, and boy they didn't even tried to hide it.

We had to basically run to the VIP area, I didn't said anything to my bodyguard about this, besides, he can use a break.

Lando was immediately greeted by everyone who was in the room. "LANDO!" A man screamed to him "Ayee, we're here!" He said hugging the man, and patting him in the back. "you're so late, you were the only ones missing!"

"we're here Pierre, I'd like to present to you all my sister!" He hugged me by the side and I waved with a smile on my face. It seemed that most of them recognized me, because some of them just stood there in shock "Hey everyone, ready to get wasted?" I laughed, that made them less tense and cheered, lifting their cups.

Lando gave a me a sweet kiss in my head, "see, you'll be fine, have some fun peanut!" I let go and we both went our own way.

I started to talk to a girl, her name is Kika, I learnt she was the girlfriend of a guy named Pierre Gasly. I've heard about him but no one ever told me how fun his girlfriend was!

"Girl, you should try this margarita, the most wholesome thing you'll have in your life!"

She was not kidding with that. In a few minutes, I had asked for... about 5 of them, or maybe just 13.

I had talked to everyone in the room by 10 pm, they were all so fun, and the energy was of another planet.

"Yeah, and then Max would make that grumpy face. I swear he looks like and old man!"

"very mature Lando, so mature." I bursted out laughing. "LECLERC HAS ARRIVED!" I heard someone scream in the entrance, and in seconds half of the group was there greeting the guy.

I decided I was going to take something else than a margarita. I walked up to the bartender, who definitely did not understood me. I don't know if I was speaking too softly or if I was just way too drunk to talk, but I decided to leave, I turned around and bumped into someone.

I was about to loose my balance till his arms were wrapped around my waist, I was able to stand straight. "are you alright?" he asked.

I looked into his eyes, green eyes "what?"was all I could manage. "Are you alright?" He asked again, I now noticed a thick accent, I bursted out laughing for that.

He looked so confused, he let go and chuckled with me. For a second it was as if the whole club was quiet. I looked again at him, and I immediately looked down at the floor. He grabbed my hand, the lights went out for a second and my world spun. My legs were about to give up.

His touch was... it was, god I can't even say it.

"I'm Charles, what's your name?"

I bit my lip, what went out of my mouth was definitely not what I wanted to say. "Do you always talk like that?" I asked a bit to seriously, I chuckled so that I wasn't that rude.

"Yeah, my first language isn't english."

"Huh." I said, I felt as if he had a goddamn magnetic field and it was pulling me towards him, I couldn't stand it.

I ran off to the other side of the room, leaving him standing alone next to the bar.

All night.

All night I couldn't stop thinking about him, his hand touching my hand in the darkened room...

and I made fun of the way he talked.

I'm never drinking again.

Yet there I was, in the bar once more, asking for whiskey. Mature, so mature.

I kept bouncing back and forth between the people there, once I saw Charles walking to my way, I would ran to the other side of the room.

I have a boyfriend for gods sake! I can't be thinking these unhealthy things about him.

But, I mean, can you blame me?

Look at him.

His first two buttons were unbottened which made him look so attractive. And you should see his dimples, he's so gorgeous it actually fucking hurts!

"So you're not going to talk to me?" I heard a voice behind my ear. His chest touching my back. I didn't move, but I did answer.

"Who said I wasn't going to?" I asked playfully, with a grin on my face, knowing he couldn’t see me.

He hummed in my ear, before he turned me to look him in the eye, he grabbed my neck, but he didn't kiss me. Instead, he brought his lips back to my ear.

"Then why do you keep running, huh?" His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine. I was dumbfolded by his actions, he took a step back to look at me.

I looked into his eyes, I was absolutely taking him in. I looked at his dimples because of the grin he had in his face. His eyebrows, his slightly sweaty hair, with pieces of it falling into his face.

I couldn't help myself, I noticed how he looked into my eyes, and then to my mouth.

What if..?

I asked to myself, I closed my eyes and got closer to him, waiting for a kiss. But he grabbed me by my hips pulling me back.

"You're far too drunk, ma chou" I heard and opened my eyes, he gave me a sympathetic smile. I felt dumb for a second, but after seeing his face... I think I might be falling.

"Why don't we leave, would you like that?" I hugged him, my head in his neck. I nodded as fast as I could. He grabbed me and in a second, we were in his car.

For sure the alcohol got to my head that night.

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damagedcoda6669 · 8 months ago

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hope you dont mind the ask, was just kinda curious ^^

what was your mindset in coming back to the internet and did you expect the kind of reaction that you got?

i wasnt expecting the positive response AT ALL. coming back my mindset was something liek "im only doing this so i can post my art again, im only doing this becuz im passionate abt my artwork. nobodys gonna believe me and im sure only a handful of ppl r gonna be rational abt this whole thing, and im gonna have 2 deal with a mob of ppl out 2 get me and another mob who wants 2 sexualize me and stalk me, but if i can post my artwork and just ignore it itll be fine."

and then i posted my vid and every1 was so sympathetic and understanding and pleasant 2 me. ive nevr experienced that kind of basic humanity b4 on the internet, and it was shocking. every1 was so nice abt my struggles with abuse and homelessness inparticular, which was honestly an afterthought in my comeback vid becuz i didnt think any1 would care. i didnt expect anything close 2 the reaction i got, and it gave me a lot of hope and peace. i felt safe posting online 4 the first time.

i cant say that i still feel the same, after the borderline 12 situation happening only 6 days after my vid ive basically been retraumatized and have severe anxiety surrounding the internet again. it was my fault and was incredibly disrespectful, hurtful, and wrong, i will never deny that i was wrong in the first place and did something horrible. but the sheer harassment and dogpiling wasnt warranted and was arguably worse than what i did 2 begin with. it was blown out of proportion and it only took 6 days 4 every1 2 stop liking me and treating me like a person. that situation made me realize that despite the overwhelming positivity that i received, there will always be so many ppl who want 2 take it away from me, who want 2 make the internet unsafe 4 me again, who want 2 see my downfall. i wont let them win, i will ALWAYS strive 2 want 2 be the best person i can be and better myself everyday, i will ALWAYS want 2 learn from my mistakes and improve. but knowing this, posting again feels liek walking on eggshells.

2 summarize.. i have vry mixed feelings abt the internet as of rn. im so so so so so so so grateful 4 the support and i love all of u, but i know that it could be taken away from me at any minute due 2 something that i will nevr foresee. i nevr come online with the intention 2 be problematic or controversial or hateful, i just liek posting art!!! i would nevr do something offensive or hurtful on purpose, but im scared of doing it by accident again.

didnt think thisd be so long!!! or venty!!! i need 2 talk less mayb.. lol ^^;

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fincik · 25 days ago

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Been a while since I updated. Quick doodle with some story for y'all

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After the thorough explanation Vermon’s curiosity was satisfied. Though he still wanted to know who attacked them and why. Quickcell didn’t volunteer the information he knows about them either. He’d like to hide in his pretend obliviousness a little while. It’s not like he’s specifically being hunted down so all the others need to know for now is they are in danger and they need to flee. Vermon’s most burning question has been answered now so he drifted off to sleep at a speed Quickcell would only hope to experience. The adults and the kids were sleeping too. But Quickcell has been awakened and now his mind wont let him sleep again. His thoughts centered around survival. He needs resources, shelter, and to predict his enemies movements to secure some semblance of safety. He started calculating: It took him a bit longer than a day to get to the valley from where his family was attacked, and it took the pursuers around a week to catch up. They just flew from afternoon to dawn. At this rate they bought themselves around 4 days of peace until the pursuers catch up and that’s IF they continue the same pattern of behaviour. But that was not guaranteed and he didn’t have enough data to make any predictions. He jolted at the sudden feeling of being watched and found Scorcher staring at him from where he laid. His eyes glowed softly as the rays of a full moon fell upon his figure. Now that Quickcell can get a closer look he realised what his red scales hide very well; Scorcher’s skin is a patchwork of old wounds, marks and burnt scales. The kinds of injuries you don’t get from a peaceful life.

“You’ve been through a lot haven’t you, little one?” – he said, his voice gentle like the morning breeze.

Qickcell was speechless. He was amazed about the number of scars this dragon has, the goofy exterior he’s seen when he saw them playing in the sky, his gentle words, but most importantly his eyes. Those eyes spoke of the same hardships he’s been experiencing. A life of trouble and danger. Eyes that know how to survive. Not just survive, but fight for survival! For the first time in maybe forever, Quickcell’s nerves calmed as he stared into those piercing orange eyes. And although he hadn’t wanted to share the information he knew with Vermon, somehow, he started into the whole story of how he got here.

“We were on the run. We were always on the run...Though at some points it did feel like it was just a fun family trip. We’ve met a few different dragons on our way. But one day we had guests, it was 3 very big dragons. They had 2 legs and were using their wings to assist them in walking. They were mean. They told us to get out of their territory. And we did. They followed us to their border and let us go. But a few days later they showed up with the same demands. Again and again they did this. For 3 weeks we weren’t able to remain in the same place for more than 2 days. We aren’t built for constant flying, we’re built for speed. This exhausted all of us. And then they decided they had enough of us. Attacked us brutally. They got the jump on mom and when dad went to help, the dragon that pinned mom down ignited himself on fire. I’ve never seen something like that. It burned my dad’s mouth. I am not sure if he can still shoot at all. But my parents told me to run. To find a safe place and wait for them. That they’ll be fine, I just need to get out. I flew as far as I could. When I had to land to rest and hunt, that’s when I met Vermon.” – he didn’t realize but while telling the story, tears started down his face. He quickly wiped them off and steeled himself. – “Anyway, if those dragons are now here we have to go as far as we can!” – he looked up but only saw a sea of red as Scorcher pulled him into a big hug.

“Don’t worry kiddo. You just relax and let the adults handle it.”

Quickcell found unexpected comfort in Scorcher’s words. He’s heard almost the exact same sentence from his own dad but it was somehow more reassuring coming from Scorcher. Unfortunately it wasn’t enough to get him to sleep through the night. He woke up to every single sound the night has produced. The only reason he could fall back asleep is because Scorcher was curled up around him and though still half-asleep he was clearly monitoring all the sounds around them.

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heartmaddie · 4 months ago

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charm | t.oikawa - 07 juna

by m454d1e involves past relationship trauma somewhaat

yn’s sitting at the oak table, feeding herself scoops of miscellaneous cereals as her roommates look over at her, various perplexed faces on each of them.

“so oikawa’s coming over?” kei looks over at osamu skeptically, “i mean i don’t mind but it’s just a bit of a drastic change in opinion.”

“i don’t think oikawa’s that bad, really.” keiji shrugs, “nice guy, a bit violent but i think it was an appropriate time”

“guys, he’s just gonna be over to work on the project, it’s not like we’re gonna actually have a meaningful conversation.” yn explains, leaning on the back of her chair. she lets out a deep sigh as she sips on some juice, “he’ll be over from 1:30 to the evening or something, you wont even see him.”

“yeah, it’s fine then. i’ll be at uni the whole time” kiyoko nods, “i’ll be in the textile studios from around 12-4 really, so i’ll be home for dinner.. is he going to have dinner with us?” she asks yn, who shrugs.

“dunno, he might.”

“well i’ll be in the apartment all day, so if anything happens or if he does anything then just let me know, okay?” osamu looked sideways at yn, sighing softly.

“i think we’ll be okay.”

“dunno yn, just being careful is better.” keiji nods in response, looking over at kei.

“we’re adults, i’m sure that yn knows what she’s doing.”

“thank you kei” yn replies, sipping on some more juice, and that was their breakfast conversation over.

her lectures dragged on all day, the minutes passing by slower every second, every moment blurred into one until she’s sitting outside on one of the benches, eyes closed before she hears a familiar chirpy voice.

“ynn, are you ready to head off?” tooru asks, offering her a hand which she takes gratefully, letting him pull her right back to her feet.

“yeah, we can go now.”

they walk hand in hand, earning a couple weird glances from other students as they walked in silence. she looked exhausted, and tooru couldn’t help but worry, so he would tug her a little closer every now and then, letting her rest her head on his shoulder as she directed them towards her dorm.

tooru was surprised, it was much tidier than the apartment he shared with his roommates, but then again, she lived with akaashi and kiyoko, who were pretty good when it came to organisation.

“these rooms are so much better than the sports dorms” tooru complains, slipping off his shoes and neatly leaving them next to yns.

“mm, yeah i guess. the rent here is more expensive than in the sports dorms, also aren’t you on a scholarship like tobio?” yn asked, looking up at him curiously.

“yeah, i’m on a half scholarship, so i still pay for my dorm fees.” oikawa sighs, walking with her throughout the apartment as he looks around in astonishment.

“do you want water or anything?” she asks, pouring a glass with some ice tossed inside and passing it towards him, receiving a small ‘thank you’ in return.

“who else are your roommates besides kiyoko and akaashi?” he asks curiously, bringing up the cool glass to his pink lips,

“uhm, osamu and kei”

“kei as in karasuno, kei tsukishima?”

“yeah” she nods in reply,

“i don’t like him.” oikawa states firmly, causing her to chuckle.

“mm, i see that, i think that at face value he’s a bit awkward and arrogant, but he’s very caring once you get to know him” she nods, thinking about tsukishima. oikawa laughs as well, taking another sip,

“we should probably start our project, are we going to your room or something?” she nods and pulls him towards her bedroom.

it’s neat, but obviously lived in. with a twin sized bed against the wall with white sheets somewhat done and a large desk with stacks of paper on the ends of it. he sits on the grey carpet, putting his messenger bag next to him and reaching for his laptop. tooru rests his back against the bedframe as he accesses the document, she sits next to him and does the same thing.

“so i did some of the work last week, and i think that we’ve mainly finished our research and can start drafting our abstract.” yn nods, picking at the skin at her cuticle, “have you chosen a question?” tooru nods and explains it to her, gently taking her hand in his. yn feels an unfamiliar warmth form in her stomach as she looks up at him, his sharp jaw as he reads off his document, and he doesn’t realise her gaze until he looks back at her.

“what? is there something on my face?” he asks, bringing his other palm to quickly wipe against his lower face, making her smile from his obliviousness.

“no, it’s nothing. but the question sounds good” she hums, leaning over his shoulder to tweak some parts.

a couple half hours later, yn’s sitting on her bed with tooru working on the ground still, stretching occasionally as he could feel it in his back now.

“if you’re uncomfortable you can come sit up here.” she hums mindlessly, so he finds himself climbing up next to her, sitting shoulder to shoulder as he continues to type away on his laptop. over the hour they find themselves shifting closer, to the point where their laptops are forgotten on the ground and tooru has his arm lazily draped across her waist as they lie close, but not enough.

“are you feeling better?” he asks her softly, using his other hand to gently card through her hair as she gazed up at the white ceiling.

“yeah, i guess so” she mumbles in response, turning to look up at him, a somewhat soft gaze in her eyes, causing tooru to smile down at her. “i don’t know tooru, you make me feel safe in a way” she explains, looking down at his fingers, “like, i can tell you things that i’d usually be a bit hesitant to tell my friends, or anything,”

tooru hums in response, seemingly in deep thought.

“i’m happy that you trust me,” he strokes her jaw, looking into her eyes, “i really like you, yn” he murmurs so quietly, you’d have to be really listening to hear it.

it’s this strange, comforting feeling. yn wants nothing more but to bask in it, and let tooru into her life fully, but there’s something holding her back. that small, dwindling feeling which told her that it would end up the same. semi follows her everywhere, from the music she listens to, the the posters in her bedroom, to the way her friends would look at her, he’s always there. but this, being in tooru’s arms, that was her sanctuary, that was the only place that semi couldn’t reach, and she wanted to keep it that way. but tooru, ever observant, would pull it out of her eventually.

“you look like you’re thinking about something” he smiles, poking his finger against he cheek, “what’s on your mind?”

“mm, it’s stupid” she replies,

“don’t care, i’d wanna hear anything you have to say.” yn sighs gently, leaning against his chest a bit more.

“i’m just a bit scared, i guess.” she starts, “i like you too tooru, but it’s scary, letting myself be intimate again.” she admits, “i’m embarrassed.”

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed, yn.” he mumbles into her hair, “what you went through is really damaging and honestly, even wanting to try is courageous, in my opinion.” oikawa sighs, pulling her closer, “and anyways, i’d wait for you, a long time.”

she looks up at him, surprise and curiosity written all over her face.

“you’d take it slow with me?” she asks,

“yeah, i would” he replies quickly, “i’d take it as slow as you’d want.”

yn felt the walls that she’d spent years building slowly fall with every word he’d whisper lovingly to her. the warmth and comfort he provided, it was different, it came naturally to her like a second nature, yn would look up at him, analysing his words, and she didn’t want to, but she believed him, he drew her in. she didn’t think she’d fall victim to oikawa tooru’s charms, but here she was. wrapped up in his arms, soaking his affection as she laid still in his arms. she thinks that she’s never felt more complete than this.

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౨ৎ long chapter i'm quite proud of this.

౨ৎ perhaps they confessed too quickly but realistically i don't care

౨ৎ i like this chapter

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౨ৎ also there will probably be no charm chapters from tuesday onwards kinda besides queued posts because erm i have an assignment i've had the past 6 weeks to do and i've only written my abtract fml.

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velvetstreets · 2 years ago

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Who’s Better?: Chapter 4 - No Looking Back

A/N: hello folx!! It’s been a while since I’ve updated anything (especially this fic lmao) but we have finally arrived at the finale!! So get your water, your snacks, your vibrators and settle in!

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: swearing, smut!!! piv sex, oral sex (m!receiving), tag teaming, just a whole lotta nasty.

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It had been a week since your intimate night with Urban, and you were now hanging out with both him and Jack at their apartment, once again.

“Sooo…” Urban began.

“Sooooo… what?” You countered.

“C’mon, you know what. You never gave us an answer, Y/N.” Jack chimed in.

“Oh, right.” You paused. You knew this was coming, you dreaded it - your indecision wreaking havoc on your mind, day and night about the two of them. There was no way you could decide. And you knew this was something they weren’t going to just forget about, unfortunately.

“Why do I have to choose? Can’t I have had great sex with two of my friends, respectively?”

“No.” They answered simultaneously. You let out a groan, rubbing your hands down your face.

“I- I don’t know, I can’t decide.” You said.

“Sure you can, just compare us. Who made you cum harder?” Urban asked.

“Who made you cum more times?” Jack questioned.

“Who was more sensual?”

“Who made you squirt?” Jack blurts out; a sly smile on his face.

“You made her squirt?!” Urban said turning to Jack with a shocked expression.

“Shut up, both of you.” You groaned. “Doesn’t matter who did what, I can’t choose between the two of you. It’s different with each of you, in ways I can’t explain. So I won’t do it, I wont choose.” You stated, finally putting your foot down.

You looked up at the men on either side of you; both of them giving the other one a knowing look.

“What?” you asked.

“We had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to choose..” Urban started, scooting closer to you and fitting his hand in yours.

“And that’s okay. Doesn’t matter who you think is better. What matters is that we think you’re the best.” Jack said, his giant hands now caressing your arms as you felt his breath on your neck.

“Yeah?” You uttered, your breathing now shallow as you felt Urban’s other hand trail up your thigh, caressing and lightly squeezing at the skin.

“Mhm, and we just wanna take care of you, our special girl,—if that’s okay with you.” Urban added.

You let out a sigh as you felt Jack’s hands come up to settle on your ribcage, lightly brushing against the underside of your clothed breasts, just waiting for your permission to touch you.

“P-Please..” you begged, desperate for them to feast on you like a meal, ravaging you to pieces.

“Gotta let us know, need t’hear you say it, Y/N.” Jack’s lust filled voice spoke.

You let out a moan as your eyes squeezed shut. “F-fuck, u-use me, the both of you; do something, just fuck me already.” You cried out, you were about to burst at the seams with anticipation. “Make me feel special.” You breathed out.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Jack hummed, his lips attaching to your neck.

“Your wish is our command.” Urban reiterates, his hands coming up under your shirt to rest against your breasts, fondling, tweaking, nipping at them with his lips.

“Shit-” you moaned. “Feels really good, just like that- yeah.” you mumbled.

Urban let out a chuckle before Jack spoke. “C’mon baby, bed. Want you to be comfortable.”

You let out a whine in protest as Urban pulled away from you, making his way to Jack’s bedroom. Jack lifted you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms circled his neck. He kissed your cheek a few times as he walked to his room, giving your ass a gentle slap, causing you to giggle in his neck.

Jack gracefully plopped you on his mattress and Urban walked up to the bed frame, both boys helping you get undressed.

“Fuck..” Jack gawked at you. You wore a lilac purple set of matching bra and panties, the dim light in Jack’s room only adding a warm glare against the satin material.

“Never gets old, huh?” Urban commented, giving a playful slap to Jack’s shoulder, his own eyes unable to look away from your figure.

“S’like seeing her for the first time, again and again.” Urban murmured.

You blushed and squeezed your thighs together at their praise, eager to quell the roaring heat between your legs.

“Can you just get naked already?” You huffed lightly. Praise without the sexual activity made you uncomfortable, like you were on display in a gallery and to be judged at.

“Don’t have to tell us twice, miss.” Jack said giving you a salute before he and Urban started to undress, making you giggle.

Both of the boys now stood in front of you in just their boxers. Just like they did to you, you admired both of their bodies and stature. Urban had a lot more chest hair than Jack, but it fit him. Long hair with a scruffy beard and hooded eyes from smoking too much weed, a smattering of chest hair across his broad chest, with a little trail down to his navel. You tugged at your lip before your eyes traveled to Jack.

He was taller than Urban, which wasn’t super noticeable usually, but standing here in front of you like this, you felt like he towered over you. His curly hair that framed his face perfectly, the diamond earrings that glinted in the light, his neatly trimmed beard and his fucking million dollar smile had you weak in the knees.

You peered across his broad chest and arms being sprinkled with freckles that you so badly wanted to kiss, leading to his perfectly sculpted arms and one of your favorite physical traits about him - his hands. You swallowed hard as he flexed them, his thick PG ring on his ring finger of his left hand glaring at you, making you shiver.

What you hadn’t realized as you were admiring the two men, is that they had started arguing a little.

“What’s wrong?” You said looking up at them.

“We’re tryna figure out who gets your pussy first.” Urban told you.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Jack suggested.

“Best two out of three?” Urban countered to which Jack nodded.

“Okay— rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” Urban exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes at them, shaking your head in disbelief as they continued to childishly make a decision. It took a few moments before you heard you heard Urban speak again.

“Nice.” He smiled menacingly as Jack let out a huff.

“Pussy first.” Urban smiled at you, rounding the bed your way.

“Doesn’t matter anyways, I like the build up before I cum in her.” Jack defended.

“Plus, gotta love the eye contact when my dick’s down her throat.” He winked at you, making your core throb.

“Yeah, yeah, a romantic or whatever.” Urban laughed.

“Up beautiful, we’ll get to the bed soon enough.” He said, tugging on your arm to get you up and stand at the foot of the bed.

Suddenly the room felt very hot— two sets of eyes drinking in your every feature, the low lights accompanied by the warm breaths cascading over your skin as the two men cornered you in between them.

“Just relax sweetheart, we got you.” Jack murmured. His hands say at your hips, rubbing circles into the skin while he nuzzled his nose against yours. The close proximity, his warm spearmint breath against your lips along with how his curls gently brushed against your cheek almost had you in a sedated trance. Urban’s voice was the only thing to bring you back.

“You trust us, hm? You know we’ll take care of you?” He said placing soft kisses along your neck, trailing down to your shoulder.

“Yes— yes, I trust you.” You softly gasped.

“Good.” Jack’s raspy voice spoke. “‘Cause you’re about to get the best fucking of your life.” His words echoed in your ear.

“Oh god, ..” you cried out as you felt two fingers swipe at your lips and press on your clit for a moment.

“...So fuckin’ wet already. Don’t even gotta prep you, huh baby? So needy for dick, your pussy’s just crying for us.” Urban laughed, spreading his two fingers, letting you see the sticky wetness.

“Yes, yes! Fucking do something about it.” You snipped.

A slap echoed across the room; your ass feeling a sting that made you yelp. You turned your head back to look at Urban with a pout on your face.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge. Now come sit on my face.” He spoke dominantly. You nodded as he laid on the floor, and you sat on your knees, pussy just hovering over his lips before he gripped your hips to pull you down onto his mouth.

Jack stepped in-between Urban’s legs, dick tapping against your cheek. You looked up at Jack, and he met your stare, giving you a wink. He cradled your face with his big palm as you took him in your mouth.

You let out a sigh as he eased himself into your throat, earning a groan from him. Jack slowly thrusted into your mouth, giving you time to relax and open your throat to accommodate to his size. You were so distracted by Jack that Urban caught you by surprise by creeping his hand over your thigh to find your clit, rubbing tight circles into the nub while his tongue fucked your weeping entrance.

Startled, you coughed, pushing at Jack’s thighs and he pulled out your mouth.

“Fuck, sorry-” you gasped.

“C’mon, you can do better than that. Know you can.” Jack spoke, brushing a few fallen strands of hair behind your hair. “Try again.” He encouraged. You nodded at him, desperate to prove yourself.

“Ah- fuck Urban..” You whimpered. You felt a slap on your ass in response; the pain went as fast as it came, and his hands soothed the skin. Jack brought your attention back to him as he cradled your face once again.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Show me how much you need me.” He ordered.

He began to thrust into your mouth again; this time more urgent and you took him happily. Jack’s tip began hitting- or more like ramming against the back of your throat, which made your eyes water, but you loved it.

“Breathe through your nose, don’t fight it, let me in baby.” Jack cooed at you. You did what he said, making the experience more pleasant as he fucked your mouth.

Jack’s moans only egged you on, and you could tell by how sloppy Urban’s pussy eating was getting. You could feel your slick staining the inside of your thighs, dripping between every crevice, and yet you wanted more.

You felt your high approaching, to which Urban held your hips down with force against his tongue, forcing you to take the pleasure. You let out moans and whines around Jack, the vibration edging him closer to his own release.

“Fuck, your mouth is so fucking good angel, so fucking good-” Jack panted out. “You close, huh? Cum Y/N, cum for us pretty girl.” He said. The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped, and you came with a loud moan, shuddering as you released over Urban’s face. The vibrations from your moans were enough for Jack, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he released in your mouth.

“Fucking.. take it..- fuckfuckfuck” he groaned as his hips stilled before pulling out. One thing about Jack was he produced a lot of cum; like alot. You loved it though, how messy it could get with the two of you. So when it overflowed from your mouth, dripping down the corners and down your chin, you couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t even have to tell you to swallow, you loved how his cum coated your throat, you did it happily.

Jack couldn’t contain the giant grin on his face. He was always so astonished with how much you could take, as other girls he had slept with could never take him how you did.

“Good job, baby. So good for us.” He smiled at you, bending down to bring you into a sweet kiss. You hummed at the approval, your heart swelling.

Jack helped you off the floor, your legs a little sore from sitting on your knees the entire time.

“You good dude?” Jack asked Urban.

“Never better.” He smiled at you in ecstasy. Your release covered the bottom half of his face; his chin mouth and nose all wet and shiny as he winked at you.

“Can you even breathe down there?” You said jokingly, but with a slight tone of worry. Yeah he was eating your pussy, but you didn’t want him to suffocate on your behalf.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’m getting everything I need. Oxygen, nutrients,.. protein.” he emphasized with a smirk.

The three of you chucked at his comment, before the laughter died down and Urban gave Jack a look.

“What...” You asked him.

“Don’t be anxious, we got you ‘member?” Jack chuckled darkly.

“Just tap my ass if you need a break, okay?” Urban grabbed a hold of your shoulders, caressing your skin gently.

You nodded at him before you were quickly slung and suspended into the air. Jack held your legs, knees bent at his hips, while your ankles locked around him. His cock cautiously eased into your pussy as he let out a raspy groan. Urban on the other hand, swiftly grabbed hold of your arms, his grip at your elbows; your balance completely being dependent on the two men. Urban stepped forward, his dick lighting tapping your cheek, before he entered your mouth.

It was fucking glorious. You were being stretched out in the most euphoric way, skin slapping, mouth drooling, pussy growing wetter and wetter with each thrust. You couldn’t focus on either one of them too intently, as the other would bring your attention back onto them. The way Jack’s cock deliciously stretched your little hole, his fat tip repeatedly nudging that spot in you had you clenching hard around him. That only made him rail into you harder, chasing his high as the squelch of your slick echoed in the room. Urban’s dick took no mercy on your throat. Your throat convulsed each time his tip hit the back of your throat, but you loved it. Loved how you quite literally drooled on his cock, loved how your felt the ridges of the vein on the underside of him felt against your tongue, loved the soft desperate moans continued to fall out his mouth.

“Mm- nghh, nghhhh-” you sobbed around Urban, tears forming at your eyeline, threatening to spill.

“Aw poor baby, y’gonna cry? She’s gonna cry Jack, our girl loves being stuffed like this, huh? Don’t ’ya baby?” Urban said with a dark teasing tone.

“Fuuuuuckk.. that’s so hot.” Jack groaned out, his grip on you tightening.

They kept at it for a moment, your tits slapping against eachother as they swung back and forth in the air, your nipples so sensitive that you were sure with one tweak, you’d cum immediately. Lost in the pleasure, you almost didn’t hear what Urban said next.

“Soon?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, almost there.” Jack responded.

Their pace picked up, and soon enough you felt their dicks twitch in you.

“Fuck, fuck fuck-” Jack groaned as he spilled into you.

“That’s it, f-fucking.. take it..” Urban moaned, his hips stilling, pubic bone pressed against your nose as he came down your throat.

Tears fell against your cheek as you came with a cry. You clenched hard around Jack, squeezing every drop out of him as your core spasmed with delight. Your body shuddered, and Urban quickly removed himself from your mouth with a ‘pop!’. You swallowed the remains of his cum and your spit before letting out a cough, drool trailing down your chin, cheeks flushed as you gasped for air.

You felt Jack slip out from your pussy, his cum and yours leaking out, making a mess of your thighs and he let out a soft chuckle.

The men carried you to the bed and gently set you down, rolling you over so you laid on your back.

“Sweet angel, you did so good. So perfect for us, sweetheart.” Jack cooed at you, laying down next to you as Urban did the same on the other side.

“Such a good girl, the best.” Urban murmured as he placed kisses across your tummy.

You were delirious. Their voices so close, yet so far away; you were floating. A drunk smile spread across your face as they continued to praise you, their warm bodies encompassing you as you tried to ground yourself.

“Take your time, pretty girl.” Jack said, kissing your cheek as he stroked your hair.

After a moment or two, you let out a deep satisfied sigh.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Why haven’t we done this before?” You asked, and the boys chuckled in response.

“Hmm, had to make sure you were ready, princess.” Jack pressed a soft chaste kiss to your collarbone, his arm laying across your chest as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Didn’t wanna overwhelm you too quickly.” Urban added, his nose trailing against your thigh. You hummed in response, letting them know you understood.

“How are you feeling? You wanna continue, or are you done? Be honest baby, we won’t be upset.” Jack questioned.

“N-no, I’m good. I- I want,” You stammered.

“Use your words baby.” Urban encouraged you.

“I want more..” You exhaled.

“Our princess wants more? I don’t know, think you can handle it?” Jack mocked you.

“I can! I want more, I promise I can take it.” You let out a gentle sob.

“Okay, okay, whatever you want, you’ve been such a good girl.” Jack murmured as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

You could only muster another two rounds, the last one had you perched above Urban as he fucked into you, his hands dug into the softness of your hips as your ass slapped against his pelvis. Jack however, towered over you, his intimidating demeanor washing away as he caressed your face before guiding his dick into your mouth.

“Attagirl, take all of it..” He groaned, as you took his length in.

Jack put a hand on the crown of your head, holding you still as he thrusted in and out of your mouth, balls slapping against your chin.

Soon enough all three of you eventually reached your respective climaxes. Jack came on your face, while Urban filled you up to the brim.

“Such a pretty mess you are.” Jack grinned at you.

You were spent, exhausted in the most beautiful way. Urban slipped out of you and laid you down on cool the mattress, as he and Jack got up to help clean you up. They got you a couple warm wet rags, Jack wiping your face and Urban wiping your pussy. You shivered at the contact, still overly sensitive.

“Sorry baby, we’re almost done.” Jack hummed, kissing your shoulder.

They threw the rags in the hamper, and went to the kitchen, coming back with a crisp cold water bottle, and a few of your favorite snacks.

They got in the bed with you, a boy on each side, settling you into a nice warm cocoon. Urban found the remote and put on a Netflix show, and they both caressed you, planting soft gentle kisses on different areas of your skin every so often, letting you recuperate from the intensive activities.

“You guys have now ruined sex with anyone else for me, you know that right?” you finally spoke.

“Good.” Jack retorted, and you let out a laugh as you lightly smacked his chest.

“You’re only meant for us anyways.” Urban said kissing your hand that was intertwined with his, eyes tinted a light red from the blunt he lit up.

“Our bestest girl...” Jack said, nuzzling your neck.

You let out a content sigh as you raked your nails over his beard, to which he let out a soft purr.

“Love you.” You sighed, eyes shutting from exhaustion.

“Love you too.” They both replied. You let a small grin creep across your face just for a second before you drifted off to sleep, feeling the safest you’ve ever been.

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love-killed-the-superstar · 10 months ago

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The Last Ronin 2: Re-Evolution Issue #1 LIVEBLOG

SPOILERS ABOUND. I'M NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS IT'LL PROBABLY GET SUPER LONG

Okay so Casey Marie's muscles are something I'm never going to get over. SHE LOOKS GOOD!!!!! Her getup is feeling a little too reminiscent of a cape-wielding superhero for my tastes to be honest - I really loved the more practical outfits she wore in TLR Lost Years, especially in issue 4 when she was running the training mission for the kids. But ah well, I'm sure this will grow on me. It may not be practical (edna's law of no capes is coming to mind, also PLEASE TIE YOUR HAIR UP WHEN YOU'RE FIGHTING GIRL!!!) but it's very cunty anyway which I appreciate

Straight up thought she killed this guy - what was that sound effect if he's still able to walk??? I fr thought she snapped his neck

IDK if we needed a whole 8 pages of punching and kicking to exposition dump what we kinda already knew from what's been shown in the lost years (esp the lost day special) but IT'S FINE IG... NOW ONTO THE BABIES

SORRY, SORRY. TEENAGERS NOW.

GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET. We're ALREADY getting the leo-v-raph adjacent dynamic with these two and I'm living for it. if one of them drops a stone cold 'fearless leader' jab i will lose my shit

HI? HELLO, EXCUSE ME, MIND-TALKING? PICTURES IN HEAD? ARE WE A FAMILY THAT LUCID DREAMS OR SOMETHING?!?? I DON'T REMEMBER THIS BEING SOMETHING THEY COULD DO?? every new speech bubble here is like a punch to the gut, wdym telepathy wdym secret lair wdym honouring everything master splinter taught you???? (although i'm proud that when this panel dropped on news sites i was immediately like THAT ISN'T THE KITCHEN FROM LOST YEARS. turns out it was a Secret Lair TM)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Seance -- TURTLES COUNT IT OFF!!

not gonna screenshot the whole backstory but they're basically doing a telepathic puppet show explaining the backstory and it's pretty much the mirage origins with a bit of extra tlr flair. as always it HURTS ME seeing the turtles dying so thanks for that tlr2 :'')) icb these kids watch a mind movie of their uncles dying every fucking night. yall are messy

SOBBING AND CRYING,, I WISH YOU'D ALL HAD THE CHANCE TO KNOW HIM TOO!!!!!! I WISH YOU'D GOTTEN TO KNOW ALL OF THEM!!!!! (tlr splinter doesnt count tho because hes a dick)

there was a cool sequence of them rooftop hopping n stuff but i wont cover it bc we already saw it in a bunch of news articles weeks ago

i just did the SHARPEST INHALE. casey marie you and your beautiful muscular arms have aged like the finest wine

YI NO!!!!!

lmaooo moja is JUDGING your taste in women u two

lots of text... blah blah blah jobs, crimerates, blah blah... jiro in pig uniform jumpscare.. casey marie i thought u were going to fix him :(((

YESSSSS KIDS ARE GOING ON A MISSION WITH THEIR MOM, LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

MY BABIES ARE KICKING ASS!!!!!

....,.HUH

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BABY BOY ODIE!!!!!!!!!!! WHO DID THIS TO HIM!!!!!!???? WHAT??!???? HUH/1?!!? EXCUSE ME????

I'M . LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS. IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHAT IS GOING ON!!!

FINAL THOUGHTS:

dude that first issue was wordy but the kids were ON POINT. they were so fun!! their dialogue is fun and they kick ass.

i loved yi announcing the punishment for casey while the others were like NOO SHE DIDNT MEAN THAT DONT LISTEN TO HER. we're getting more of their personalities and it's great!! it was a nice throwback to issue 2 of lost years when they were cleaning - yi refused to help because of how strictly she was following instructions. im picking up that she might be neurodivergent but i did get that from the lost years too - only doing things within strict instructions, getting frustrated at teaching odyn chess, not because of him playing horseys with the knights but that it was Against The Rules Of Chess - and now not picking up on some social cues. It's nice to see!! I love her very much, but it feels like besides rehashing the origin story she took a bit of a backseat to the other three.

i want to know more about why uno said being a rebel was moja's 'thing', since she didn't seem to be any more rebellious than the other three in this issue. we didn't get any unique interactions between her and casey marie which is what i felt was lacking from lost years but i wonder if this is hinting towards a more turbulent mother-daughter dynamic with them... I REALLY HOPE SO!! her and uno butting heads in a leo-raph way is very fun - i don't mind one or two prior group dynamics leaking into the new turtle siblings because they're all so different from the original 4.

uno seems to be taking on slightly more of a leader role than moja so i think he won the title of fearless leader. which is fine, i think it'll be fun to see and he's definitely less of an asshole now than when he was growing up in lost years. still picking on odyn a bit but seems to snipe at moja just as much. even when he was commenting on yi's storytelling he didn't make fun of her, though - i think she may have inherited the 2k3 don ability of being Completely Unbullyable.

i was really pleased that odyn felt more involved!! i feel like he took the backseat a few times in lost years - it was fun seeing more of his personality shine through! he and yi seem to get on the best, and i giggled at them rolling their eyes at moja and uno's raph-leo schtick. i didn't expect him to TURN TO FUCKING STONE THOUGH, so i'm nervous about that. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHO DID THIS TO MY BOY? IS HE GOING TO TURN BACK NEXT CHAPTER OR IS HE OUT OF COMMISSION UNTIL THE END OF THE RUN??? (if it's the latter i'll be a bit annoyed - don't take odyn away from the equation please!!)

I do wonder if by introducing casually that they can PSYCHICALLY CONNECT, the turtles will use that as a technique to reach odyn's mind to make sure he's still in there and piece together what's happened to him. i mean, their casual telepathy has gotta be some sort of chekhov's gun right?

and shit.... april was so fucking mad casey took the babies out so she's going to EXPLODE when she finds out what happened to her baby boy, her beloved favourite, her baby odyn :''(( im giggling rubbing my hands together waiting for the fallout but also if she cries i might cry too. speaking of april, she seems to be working on a new project and i saw nano particles mentioned - are we going to have a roninverse version of nano in this run???? I NEED MY ROBOT SON

as always, casey marie... u have aged like fine wine. u are stunning. disappointed that ur still believing that jiro can do good as a cop when their entire police force and government is corrupt as fuck. just feels very naive of her. i'm excited to see her break down at the concept of losing odyn - in fact i need everyone to mourn this beautiful kid. they tell us so much that shes a super clingy helicopter mom and i am picking up on the strict part, but it would be nice to see more of her just... hugging her kids. holding them. i get why she didnt in this issue but id love more mama casey squishing their cheeks and kissing their foreheads.

i have zero fucking clue what's going on with odyn. im wondering if it's somehow related to nano, or to whatever project April is working on - she says it's to do with clearing the tunnels, but I''m not convinced. who knows, there might be some ulterior motive happening.

Anyway, that's the end of my liveblog!! thanks for reading all the way to the end... go read it wherever you read ur comics!!!

#the last ronin #the last ronin 2 #the last ronin 2 spoilers #tlr #tlr2 spoilers

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slightlystupidhun · 1 year ago

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Niente

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A band AU I’m writing! Sorry if it’s bad! There is no magic in this universe, just music! @puffin-smoke did an amazing Redacted Band AU that you should check out too!

Niente; To nothing; indicating a diminuendo which fades completely away…

It was a cool fall evening in the shaw household, the lights of the house emitting a warm feeling from the outside. It had been half a year since Gabriel Shaw took Tank in. Their parents had dropped them off to study with David and just never came to pick them up. Tank remembers so vividly how the phone rang, and rang, and rang but no one picked up. Gabe refused to let them leave on their own so he took them in, they were just a few months away from turning 18.

Tank had not intended to join the “family” band either. It was more of something that happened to them. One day while paroling the house they saw that one of David's old electric guitars was left out in the living room. The black guitar with red paint splattered on it, giving the impression of blood, was so appealing to Tank they simply couldn't resist. They had practiced acoustic guitar, but had little experience on electric. They only remembered what little their father taught them when he attempted to play, the instrument never sounding right in his hands.

They picked it up, it was already plugged into the amp, and looked around the room. Pausing for a moment, waiting to hear if anyone had come into the house, they were pleased to find that they were still home alone. David and Gabe left for a meeting for their band. David was the drummer, Asher was the singer, and Milo played bass. Their old electric guitarist, Asher's sister, left for a different band. The first few notes they strummed on the guitar sent electricity through their veins. They strummed again, becoming obsessed with the sound. It fully represented them, their thoughts, feelings, their whole being. They began strumming out the chords to an AC/DC song their dad tried playing, thunderstruck. It was the a simple standard they knew how to play on electric.

The music soared from the guitar and filled the room. Tank started playing with the strings and improving their own melodies. They were so wrapped up in the song that they didn't hear Gabe and David enter the house. They didn't see the pair walk into the living room. The sound enveloping the house was completely theirs, like they owned the instrument. No one could replicate the way they played. Even if they weren't perfect at it they were still so alluring.

As Tank strummed the last chord on the guitar, Gabe stepped forward and applauded. Their head snapped up, fiery eyes meeting his warm ones. A slight blush spread across their face and they quickly stepped away and set the guitar on the soft green couch next to them.

“I�� I… sorry…” They mumbled out. “I wont touch it again…”

“No! Don’t say sorry. In fact, you were quite good. Ever played before now kid?” Gabe asked moving over to pick up David's old guitar.

“No… not really. I mean I've been playing acoustic guitar a little, or I used to with my da… with you know.” They kicked their feet on the hardwood floor..

“Well my band is looking for a guitarist. I'm sure Dad would be willing to teach you. He taught Asher's sister.” David said, nudging Tanker with his shoulder.

“Me?” Tank asked.

“Absolutely! I will! You’re in the band Tank!” Gabe cheers as he wraps an arm around Tank. “I’ll start teaching you tomorrow.”

That is how they ended up where they were now. On a large stage opening for a band that Tank has been a fan of for a while now. They were called Tooth&Fang. Tank was practically in love with Quinn, the lead singer. He was attractive and very, very charismatic.

As their set came to a close as David rattled the symbol one final time. The whole band waved as Asher yelled out one final time.

“Thank you everyone! We are DxW! You have a good night!” He and the band ran off stage, high fiving one another. Tank stood on the outside avoiding the three’s cheers.

“Hello~” A sly voice spoke into Tank's ear. Tanks eyes widened, immediately recognizing the voice. They pivoted to see the mischievous grin on the face of Quinn Fox, the lead singer they're practically in love with. “Well aren't you, a spitfire. You played that electric like a star, precious.”

Tank was on cloud nine. Quinn even offered to meet them in his dressing room after the show.

“No.” David said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall in the alley way. The band was packing their equipment up in their van.

“What? Why not? He literally just wants to meet up!” Tank pleaded, waving their arms about.

“No. No super famous 28 year old rockstar wants to meet with a 19 year old, just to chat and hang out. I've heard about his reputation…”

“But you haven't seen his reputation have you. You haven't experienced it first hand. You have no idea whether or not it's true!” They pointed their finger into David's chest, knowing it would irritate him.

“Tank. No. And get your finger off my chest dumbass.” David's eyes lit up with anger.

“I'm going. I am 19 fucking years old. I am old enough to choose what I am gonna do with and where I am going to spend my time.” They pivoted on their heels and began walking back inside.

“Tank stop!” David yelled at them before crossing his arms and standing firm. “I’ll tell Dad.”

Those three words stopped Tanker in their tracks. Was he serious? He was going to rat on them and play tattle tail. Furrowing their brows and balling their hands into fists they walked back over to David. “I hate you.”

The next two days the only time Tank spoke to David was if he directed them to do something in the band. They were pissed off at him. How the hell was he able to control what they did? And the fact that he threatened them with telling Gabe. They continued to ignore him and mope around until their phone buzzed. They looked at their instagram feed and saw a message from Quinn_The_Vamp.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted asmr asher #redacted fanfic #redacted quinn #redactedasmr #redacted asher #redacted band AU #redacted asmr david #redacted tank

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innocent-cat · 2 years ago

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Hello!! Welcome to tumblr!! Can I request genji taking reader to fun dates?

Hi! thank you for the warm welcome<3 I dont know if you want headcannons or a oneshot, so im sorry if you wanted headcannons (っ◞‸◟ c) Genji Shimada x Reader Warnings - None

"Carnival date", Genji x Reader

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Watching yourself in the mirror, you pose in your outfit to make sure you don't look odd. You wore a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a red zip up, as the weather was getting colder day by day into the winter.

Genji, your sweet boyfriend, invited you on a date to a local carnival. He said he'd pick you up around this time, and he was about.. 2 minutes late. You were nervously picking at your nail beds, hoping he hadn't forgotten about your little date.

Knock knock

"Hellooo? You could hear the smile Genji had on from through the door. Letting a smile creep onto your face, you fix your hair just one more time, grab your bag, and lead yourself to the door.

You looked him up and down, and took note of his outfit. It was a casual date, so he sported a grey hoodie, jeans, and sneakers.

"Hey." You smiled at him, and glanced down to his hand that he now held out. You placed your hand in his, as he began to make small talk to entertain the two of you.

Walking hand in hand to the carnival, you noticed all the bright lights softly glowing in the now darkening sky. You had left your apartment at 4, so that means you had arrived at around 4:45-ish.

"Genji, wont the carnival be closing soon?" You sheepishly asked, turning to look at the cyborg ninja you called your boyfriend. "Its a special event that I didn't read much into- but it'll be open until twelve tonight." He continued to guide you through the fair, making sure the two of you don't get split up.

"Oh- look at the cotton candy stall! We should get some!" You turn to him, tugging on his hoodie sleeve to gain his attention in a childlike manner. Genji lets out a laugh, and rolls out a 'sure', and walks over to the stand with you. Ordering the cotton candy, he hands you the colorful cloud of stringed sugar. Both of you pulling off clumps and taking bites of the sugary substance, you tread slowly around the carnival. (A/N please pretend he can eat through his mask i cant battle the logic right now) Stopping around at certain places to take pictures, or going through a line to enter a roller coaster, Genji's hand remained in your's during the whole night. Even when you guys decided to take a picture at the animal wall, poking your heads through two little holes likely meant for a child, and having someone take your picture. Sharing laughter throughout the night, the animal picture became the lock screen to both your phone and his phone. A cute gesture shared between the two of you, that made you giddy and fall in love with the guy all over again. "Oh my gosh- we should go on the ferris wheel Genji! What else is there to do on a totally romantic carnival date? It's the perfect finish to our night!" You pleaded and reasoned towards him, expecting nothing less of what you received. "That's a good idea, I'd like that. Let's get in line right now, actually." He looked down at you, smiling, again guiding you through the crowd of what you now realized were couples and pulled you to the ride. You giddily smiled and fidgeted with his hands, as you waited in the line. Once again, making small talk." "Okay okay- but heres one better than that- Why did the scarecrow get an award?" Genji laughed through his words and smiled down at you, waiting for your response to the dad jokes that you two had been giggling at through out your wait time. Smiling, you asked 'why?' through another laugh.

"Because he was outstanding in his field." You and genji threw yourselves into another fit of giggles over jokes that weren't even funny, but they were funny because it was told by each other. Someone you loved. "Next in line please!" The line conductor beckoned to the two of you, as the two of you walked towards the cart and walked in. sitting on the opposite side of each other, smiling, and talking to each other, occasionally pointing out something weird on ground level, or talking about how pretty the sky was. Once at the top of the wheel, it stopped. Genji placed his mask to the side of himself, letting you take in his face. Something that not many got to see, but he was more than comfortable with showing you at all times if he could. Fireworks in the distance marked midnight, beautifully. Pink and red, purple and yellow, black and white fireworks rung out through your ears. Patterns popped throughout the dark sky, making it bright again. You watched the fireworks, then turned to your boyfriend, taking in how he looked in the moment. You found it endearing how he looked at the fireworks with a smile. He turned to you when he felt your eyes on him and smiled even wider. "Thanks for tonight, Genji. It's really been fun." He pulled you in closer to him, now sitting on his left side. Taking your cheek with his hand, and pulled your face even closer, now just centimeters apart. "For you, I would do anything to make sure you're happy."

He locks his lips with yours, a sweet, and longing kiss. Nothing more shared between the two of you in that moment that love, and endearment for one another.

#Genji x reader #genji x reader #genji shimada x reader #genji shimada #overwatch #overwatch2 #x reader #xreader #gender neautral reader #oneshot #fluff

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nutzworth · 8 months ago

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its been another month.

DAY 7: APRIL 21, 2024

STATS: read for 1 hour and 30 minutes pages read: 1592-1683. 91 pgs. HELP!!!!!!!!! slur count: 12 + 1 = 13 (dave. r slur) silly count: 12 + 1 = 13 (hussie, about jacks clown garment) (i keep forgetting this stat....) piss count: 2/3

THOUGHTS: since i read literally under 100 pages i wont have much to say hopefully. which is good cus i have school tomorrow and its getting late

summary for this readthrough is regular act 4 shenanigans. lots of pesterlogs. jumping around all over the place. davesprite is there

FIRST MATTER OF BUSINESS: theyre all so cute. theyre all SO ADORABLE!!!! rose and kanaya / john and karkat / john and terezi / dave and terezi / rose and jade / rose and jaspersprite I COULD GO ON. I LOVE THEM ALL!!!! theyre just kids theyre so cute theyre SO cute i love it when they talk

tavros rapped at dave and it was the worst rap ive ever read. like seriously ever. how did he get WORSE at rapping. i swear his rap with gamzee was so much better but we will see. 0/10 for tavros and daves rap

got some wq and pm lore... theyre so awesome. pm really walked up to her queen and was like hey so um i was told i need to kill you. but i dont want to. and thw queen was like yeah okay. im abdicating so you can do this ok. good luck. i love them.... theyre so awesome i love pm so much

jaspersprite is adorable. DAVESPRITE IS HERE. WOOOOOOO!!!!! i didnt expect to see him so soon i thought for sure there was more waiting around between rose and dave in the doomed timeline but damn i guess not. its like heres a flash of the land of heat and clockwork and dave kicking ass then BAM "hey rose i think i will go back in time now" like jesus. thats what fanfiction is for i guess. to expand on their doomed session

the whole davesprite situation is the coolest thing ever and i dont know how else to show that. i think its so awesome. rose dreaming to get her past self to dream earlier. dave going back in time and dropping all his shit then hopping in the sprite. dave and davesprite talking to john. pchooooo as a code for an item. john being crazy

first instance of H3Y D4V3 1S TH1S YOU is here i think. unless im crazy. its between terezi and davesprite which shocks me. unless im crazy

then we get the first hussie cameo and the first recap. WHEW! of course i read it all thats probably why i only read 90 pages. spent half an hour reading ONE page

it was informative though. i learned that the exile labs that the exiles find and have the terminals in ARE REMINISCENT OF THE KIDS' TOTEM ITEMS! TO GET IN THE GAME! like wv's is the WINE BOTTLE CORK. from the crater made by rose's meteor. and pm's is THE APPLE!!! FROM JOHN! johns crater had this big tree apparently and there was an apple. and thats what pm's worms are! theyre WORMS IN AN APPLE! and ar's is the frog temple obviously and wq's is the EGGY LOOKING THING! LIKE DAVE'S EGG! or "seppucrow"s egg i thought that was a funny name to call it

i also learned snowman is the black queen which seems obvious if you think for like more than 2 seconds about the whole thing. like obviously. if spades slick is literally jack noir and slick has a kismesis with snowman and noir has a kismesis with bq then like obviously. what was i even thinking

hussie's blogpost story about his horse painting is awesome. i cant read it right now cus im tired and need to get this out but i will sometime later

will i read again soon? thats for me to know. and you to find out. thanks everypony

#me #nutzworth hs reread #last time i said “maybe ill read during spring break” and i so totally didnt #i was paralyzed with over-break homework #which is cruel. but you know. its what happens.#see you later everyone

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m-a-ys-world · 9 months ago

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You woke up at 4 am to get you and your daughter ready for the day. You hated getting up this early but it was the only way you could get yourself and her ready on time “Hey, baby girl its time to wake up” you said softly to your 4 year old “Five more minutes mommy” she said rolling over, you giggled softly “No honey you cant be late again”. Once she woke up and you got her dressed it was time to get yourself ready “Ok can you be a big girl and eat your oatmeal while mommy gets ready?” You asked her pinching her cheeks “yes and i wont even make a mess” she said smiling “alright I’ll be right back” you said leaving her to watch The Smurfs. As you were getting ready your phone rang, It was your best friend Claire who was also the assistant manager at your job “Hey Claire” you said into your phone “Hey Y/n you still good to pick me up from the airport” she asked over the phone “Yeah I’m getting ready now” you responded “Oh I almost forgot, guess who i ran into at the airport” she said “who” you asked “Rafa, He’s moving back home” you froze and went silent “he’s moving back like permanently” you asked “yeah I guess, it’s been like what 3 years” she said “mom I finished my oatmeal” you heard your daughter yell from the kitchen “oh claire ive gotta go, i have to get Riley into the car so we can leave” you said snapping out of your daze “Ok, see you soon” Claire said hanging up the phone. “Alright you’ve got everything” you asked Riley grabbing your car keys “yep” she said following you to the door “Ok are your ready to see auntie Claire” you asked her “Yeah! I miss auntie Claire” she said excitedly “She misses you too, come on lets go” you said leaving the house.

It was 6:00 by time you got to the airport to pick up Claire, Riley was so happy to see her. She told Claire everything she did while she was gone the whole ride to her school “Okay baby, give me a hug and I’ll see you later” you said bending down to hug and kiss your daughter “bye bye mommy” she said running to join her friends in the classroom. “Can you believe Rafa is moving back here” Claire said as you got back into the car “not really” you responded dryly “I didnt think he ever would hes been gone forever” she said while scrolling through her phone “I wish he would just stay wherever he was” you said out loud although you meant to keep it to yourself “whats your problem with him, i thought you two were cool” she asked “ yeah well shit happens I guess” you said keeping a blank stare on the road. Claire talked to you the whole ride back to her house but you didn’t really hear everything she said because you were too busy thinking about Rafael. “Ok im gonna go get some rest before my shift today, I’ll see you at work” Claire said as you pulled up to her house and she grabbed her bags from the trunk you waved goodbye and pulled off.

It was 9 am and you already wanted the day to be over, something about knowing Rafa was back made you want to just go home but you couldn’t do that so for now you were just praying you didn’t run into him “whats got you so moody today” Claire asked from behind you “huh? Nothing Im just a little tired” you lied “what are you doing here anyway i thought you weren’t supposed to work until 12” you asked “Jenny called and asked me to cover her for a few hours” she replied “but seriously what’s wrong with you” she asked “Nothing im fine” you lord again “yeah ok, you’ve been in a funk since I told you about Rafael” she said as she was helping you set up to open the store “it’s nothing” she said walking away from her to unlock the doors “will you just tell me” she said laughing a little trying to find out what happened between you and him “will you let it go if i do” you asked, she nodded “fine” you sighed “when he left he just stopped talking to me so i guess im mad at him for that” you said hoping she wouldn’t ask any follow up questions “it’s been 4 years though and im sure he was busy, maybe you should call him” she suggested “exactly its been 4 years and i don’t really wanna talk to him now” you said desperately trying to get off this topic “okay…” she said slightly shocked at how upset you seemed to be with him “I just wanna get through the day so i can go home and watch some tv with my daughter” you said counting down the hours until you got off.

2pm

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket as you were finishing up helping a customer, when you took out your phone to see who was calling you say that it was Riley’s daycare “hello” you said into the phone “Hi, Ms. Y/l/n, I was just calling to let you know that Riley threw up and she has a slight fever we think it would be best if you took her home, shes not looking too good” Rileys teacher said “oh ok, yeah im on my way thanks” you said ending the call and going to find Claire “Hey Claire Rileys Teacher just called shes sick and i gotta go get her do you think i can bring her here” you asked “Ah no sorry Jenny told me shes allowed in the back anymore” she said with an apologetic look on her face “Shit ok uh” you said trying to figure out what you were gonna do “Hey dont worry im off im 30 minutes, go get her and i’ll watch her until you get off” she said trying to keep you from panicking “are you sure you’ve already watched her so many times” she stopped you, pulling you into a hug “of course i know you’re stressed trying to do this alone plus I love hanging out with her” she said “thanks Claire” you said smiling at her.

Once you picked Riley up and got back to your job Claire was off and ready to watch Riley for you “Thanks again Claire I really appreciate it” you said putting your sleeping daughter into the back seat of Claires car “no problem and I’ll bring her home when you get off” she said helping you put Riley and her bag in the car “you know i could keep her for a couple days if you want” she said “no thats ok I think I would feel lonely in the house alone” you said, it had been years since you had the house to yourself but you liked not being alone because you had your daughter “oh my god” Claire said looking behind you “what?” You said turning around to see what she was looking at and boy did you wish you hadn’t turned around. It was Rafa he was there getting ready to walk into your job “Hey Rafa” you snapped your head around as you heard Claire call out to him “Why” you asked her “Oh shit hey” he said smiling coming over to the car “Hey Y/n” he said pulling you into a hug but all you could do was stand there “uh hey” you stuttered out “what are yall up to right now, I was gonna go met up with Diggs it you wanna come” you wanted to punch him in the face because of the way he just wanted to act like nothing ever happened “Oh i cant I’ve gotta work” you said trying your best to avoid looking him in the eyes “I would go but ive gotta watch her kid” Claire said pointing to Riley sleeping in the car “Holy shit you had a kid” Rafa asked “yeah” you answered dryly “oh she’s so cute whats her name” your heart was beating fast and you feel like you were about to pass out. “Riley” you watched him as he looked your- well his daughter “how old is she” he asked “she’s 4” you prayed that he didn’t put two and two together because you really couldn’t handle that situation right now “Holy fuck” Claire said from behind you. You and Rafa turned to see what was wrong “uh I forgot my mom was coming over later and I gotta clean my house” you knew she knew, you also knew she was gonna wanna talk about it and you weren’t ready for that. You saw Diggs walk down the street and he greeted you and Claire, after you all said your hellos Rafa and Diggs walked into the store “Is she his” Claire asked once they were out of ear shot “Claire i really dont wanna talk about this right now” you said looking at the ground “she is isn’t she” you wanted to bury yourself and never come out “so thats why you’re so mad at him, because he left” you just nodded “are you gonna tell him” she asked “no, i dont need his help” you said “well I know that but maybe he should know that hes a dad” she said “yeah but I mean its been 4 years and its not like I havent tried to tell him, he just stopped answering my texts and calls” you could feel yourself getting upset and you just wanted the day to be over “Look i gotta get back to work can we talk about this later” you said realizing your break was almost over “yeah but you should tell him, like now he deserves to know” she said “how, do i just walk up to him and say hey i haven’t seen you in almost 5 years but anyway the kid you just saw is your daughter” your heart stopped when you turned to see Rafa standing in front of the door “what” you wanted to die, you didn’t think this would happen any time soon and definitely not like this but now you had no choice “shes mine” Rafa asked you as he look you in the eyes

God why couldn’t he have just stayed wherever he was

Im leaving you with a cliff hanger because my brain has stopped working

#rafael casal #rafael casal x reader

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donnetellotheturtle · 2 years ago

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Raph sat on the rooftop, looking at the stars. Though he would never tell that this was his usual spot when he wanted a moment to himself, he was at least happy that tomorrow night he could share it with his brothers.

Mikey came up and sat next to him. “heya.”

“How did you-“

“I couldn’t sleep, watched you sneak off…got curious.” Mikey said. Raph looked at him. “What if we’re not ready?”

Raph laid up. “Mikey, come to the edge with me.”

Mikey nodded and followed Raph to the edge of the roof where they could look down on the city.

“Woah…”

“Its beautiful isn’t it?”

“Its so bright. There’s so many people.” Mikey grinned.

“This is our home, Mikey. And we can defend it. Keep our people safe.”

Mikey looked at Raph. “Do you think there’s others like us?”

Raph nodded. “I know it little brother.” He looked up the sky which was slowly turning orange as the run rose. “come on, we have a big night tonight. Let’s get some rest.”

Usagi sat as the main person in the room. It was quiet as his teachers all discussed in whispers. Then they spoke.

“Usagi Miyamoto, you have reached your sixteenth year and so are eligible to become a full fledged member of the foot clan under the leadership of our lord shredder. To do this task, just as being a member, you must be willing to do whatever is necessary without question or concern.” One of his sensei’s said. “Will you take the oath to always serve and obey lord shredder?”

“I will.”

“Are you willing to do whatever is necessary to finish your mission?”

“I am.”

“Then stand and bow.”

Usagi did so.

They anointed him upon his forehead with black ink in the Japanese word for foot clan. Usagi smiled a bit, let the ink set in for a moment, then put on his mask over his ears and face.

Shredder stepped forward. “your first mission.” He pulled a file and handed it to Usagi.

Usagi opened it. Inside there were pictures of 4 different colored turtles and a rat man. He looked back up at Shredder.

“You will kill each of these…creatures before they become a threat. Your mission is to find exactly where they’ve been hiding and take them out.”

Usagi nodded. “I wont let you down.”

“Your mission begins now.”

Usagi nodded and left.

Shredder smiled as soon as he was sure Usagi was out of earshot. “if he completes this, then he will never be like his father…speaking of….” Shredder turned and walked off.

Usagi cheered. His first night in the city. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, grinning, though it couldn’t be seen under his mask. He landed on a rooftop, grinning widely. Then he heard a sound. It sounded like, someone begging. Despite his teachings, he moved over to the edge of the building, where he saw a gigantic rhino mutant, or at least he thought he was a mutant, threatening a skinny man.

“Look I uh, you don’t want to bring me in. I’m a good guy and I have a family you know?”

The rhino huffed. Usagi frowned lightly, thinking about his situation. He had a mission to do, and his sensei’s taught him that pity would get him killed but…

He gripped the side of the building. He was going to regret this.

He hopped down silently in the shadows. Neither seemed to see him.

“Youre coming with me. With or without your mouth.”

That was it. Usuagi lept into action, kicking the rhino in the back as hard as he could. The rhino didn’t seem too affected though. He turned around and glared. Usagi laughed nervously. The guy snuck away and the rhino turned just a moment too late to catch him.

Usagi moved to get away but was grabbed by the foot.

“You! You just took away my bounty!”

Usagi groaned. “You were gonna hurt that guy!”

“Do you know anything?” The rhino dropped usagi on the floor. “you just lost me a whole day of work! You’re going to pay.”

Usagi moved from his butt quickly to his feet. The rhino backed him agaisnt the wall, about to punch him.

“Wait wait wait! I can help! I-“ he was suddenly hit with a splitting headache. The rhino’s face immediately changed as Usagi groaned and held his head, falling down to his knees. He saw visions of himself and a very similar rhino sharing sake and swapping stories. Though on the outside gruff and rude, the inside they were happy to have each other’s company. Both were ronin, two very different types, maybe, but could take solace in knowing the other was not alone in the world.

Usagi breathed heavily as the vision came to a stop. He opened his eyes and suddenly realized he was laying down on a bed. His mask was off, and he was wearing different clothes. His head pounded. Where was he? How long had it been? It felt like a lifetime he had lived in that vision. He slowly laid up.

The door began to open at that moment. He moved as far away as he could and looked for something to defend himself with. He couldn’t be left vulnerable. He found a piece of bamboo that was clearly decoration but would work well as a temporary weapon.

The rhino stepped in. “hey rabbit I-“

He was interrupted by usagi running and attacking him. The rhino quickly blocked and tried to grab usagi. It wouldn’t be that easy. Usagi moved past him and ran down the hall only to knock directly into a lion. His head pounded more as another vision was about to start before the lion put his hands on Usagi’s shoulders and mumbled something in Japanese that was too soft for him to understand. The vision stopped as quickly as it began. Usagi looked at him confused before trying to turn around and run again, only to be blocked by the rhino.

“calm down. We’re not going to hurt you.” The rhino said, in a much gentler voice than he used earlier. Usagi looked between the two.

“Who are you? Where am I? I-how did you stop the vision?”

“they’ve been plaguing you for months, haven’t they? Along either a visit from an old friend?”

Usagi froze. “how did you…”

The rhino sighed softly. “Usagi, it’s me. Its Gen.”

The name was so familiar. He looked at him confused. “how did…”

The lion spoke softly. “child, please allow us to explain everything.”

“this is a trick.” Usagi said.

“We could have just killed you.” Gen said, crossing his arms. The lion glared at him. “But we didn’t!”

“You were going to cave my skull in.” Usagi said.

Gen sighed. “that was before I knew who you were.”

Usagi looked at the two. It seemed as if he didn’t have a choice but to obey the both of them. “…Fine. I just want to be freed after.”

“If that is your choice.” The lion said. “now come. There is much to discuss.”

#donatello #leonardo #leosagi #michealangelo #raphael #splinter #teenage mutant ninja turtles au #usagi yojimbo #rottmnt #Rotmnt AU #tmnt au #fanfiction #chapter 3 #murakami gennosuke #katsuchi

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sio-writes · 2 years ago

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Thank you for tagging me @coffeewritesfiction !

I tag: @furrbbyx @menagerie-of-monsters and anyone else who wants to do it!

Interview with a Character!

For this interview, we have Kyla Bateman, a lovely young woman from a countryside farm in the untamed woods of the northwest. Recently, Kyla has had a bit of a, shall we say “location change,” and we’re here to get to know her better!

1. Are you named after anyone?

My maid’s name, Asher, was from my grandmother on my father’s side. She was a lovely woman, the one who taught me how to sew. So I am Kyla Asher Bateman.

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago— but it wasn’t bad! I cry when I’m stuck, or angry, or even when I’m embarrassed. This time had been a passage in a book with so many new words that I had to keep pausing my reading and search for them, it was all very frustrating. And of course Aure— the lord of the forest walked in and thought he’d done something wrong, haha.

3. Do you have any kids?

No, and I don’t want any. I saw what my mother went through with my younger brother, and I’m not wont to repeat that.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

I try not to. It was...discouraged at home, and the Fair Folk here don’t seem to understand it? It passes over their heads, and some of them even get upset with me, they relate it to lying. His lordship has begun to pick up on it, but he’s got a long road ahead.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Aside from their face? Perhaps their hands. Funnily enough, that was one of the first things I noticed about— um, anyway. Anything that sticks out, usually. Like Gregory’s earrings or Sveta’s hair.

6. Eye color?

Just brown, the color of soil.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I’m not sure what a movie is, but I love to read scary stories! Especially the ones with happy endings. So can I choose both?

8. Any special talents?

I think I have an aptitude for magic, specifically transforming spells. I don’t know much, but his lordship says I’m advancing rather quickly. I’m always learning, with him.

9. Where were you born?

Like my brother, I was born at home, in my parent’s bed on a horribly rainy night, and I lived my whole life on that farm.

10. What’re your hobbies?

I do love to sew, and I’m not good at it but I find I enjoy reading as well. His lordship still hasn’t taken me traveling with him, but I would love to see the sights as he does.

11. Have any pets?

If the animals on the farm count, then at least two dozen, haha!

12. What sports do you play/have played?

Sports? Oh! Recreation. I never had the time. After schooling I’d always be called back home to help with the chores, so I suppose I could count the labor I did there. I harvested crops, fed the animals, brought in and chopped firewood, among other things.

13. How tall are you?

I’m…not sure. I took my father’s height, and was taller than my mother by the time I turned 16. But in the years following, I didn’t think to measure myself. I’m sure there’s a rotting door trim somewhere at home with marks of my height on them, but I can tell you that if I stand on my toes, I can just barely touch his lordship’s shoulders when I stretch my arms.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Oh I loved everything in school. I loved to learn, to hear about new things, new discoveries and points of view. I especially loved hearing stories with the most fantastical creatures in them— and I suppose I’m living such a story now!

15. Dream job?

As a girl, I’d always dreamt of opening a dress shop in town, where I’d see enough people to keep the business running, but not too many like in the city. It would be nice to have such a thing, but many of the Fair Folk don’t wear clothing, so I think my customers would be very few, haha.

#tag game #Sacrifice #this was super fun to think about #I was originally gonna do Cassie but Kyla seemed like she needed more development #all of this is canon I imagine some fae just popped into her personal space and started asking questions #with a mic and everything #If anyone wants me to do this again with another character do tell me

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libidomechanica · 8 months ago

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One whole moon has all trace renewd

A sonnet sequence

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To learning hears be pow’rs we sitting hearts worthy hears alone. And all plays Tippery eye, that whistle, and betters in me, I’ll come to complexion lacks, and this chattender mind and prophel, says prove where a waste, and Sops in its would taketh made of nature of Truth. Our become of from my requite. I’ll love’s so fonde, thy earth to win the silently sorry. That thee, for a head than that euer; stella, loadstar they name, and muche doctor, said I, tonight, in the shepheards sanguish in love, when she wintry he is bleeds of the unreturn son. Loss has never still possible up again.

Than in thy galage of the others’ grave. Time delighthouse and the meant and by thy bed of eloquenching. Eyes held-out his the woods with his enough a lad is cruel. Nor iolly shepherd’s holiday! Back it high woods. Fye on will I saw no dear my fate, my sweet-swelling a you pass like Braille. This caitife heath, when Dorian pipe is not thou art gone! Stella, fier, shall pleasure, obsessed. Not life dear Girl! The lake, rolling nod of cunning, and dost blink I have so fair. Still I sing, head of gall now. Doe not good chosen Love and argument: great so well its a rosy red. Is that fate: but.

Was wont to the torrents flower, His hand: pity your best of dawn of Him who wound of men and breast. In whom all those cherries the motions, His her, far to thine, one, unmoor’d with shepheardest thee; till part. Sleek compelled the eyes, by Fering, neuer I thee through of gay roses alone has met wi’ the green hem emong the rains beguile her ears, to subjects wound what now you allow poison brookside in sung, their bring thee Hobbinol, mought I never flocke, fast it as the other’s day; for the lips to gentle sky ascended sway, these blush’d, cool-rooted wonder in the wave of rought of his grief!

Then my deathless love, his verturningless clay and archants on my hitch between no rival. And vital flaunting and argued with when thou shine eyes the crowd about that flowers continue grossed the porch sweet, alone, unduly, this beloved, cool-rooted forget the doctor to her; and fast thou only cause your garres thus keeps mine afar, as in the firths of comfort something beneath, oppressed looks are away. Wretched with people call is display? Such so many a spirit the sky, woods will to lights and ground of the rest creep; and my nude arms under a mirror of a great’s world.

Or we are sight how fayrer Fortune myself will nearer to the Dogge to the thinke it childe thy hearts, Loves inseparated he haunted spring rose mountain-tops in thinks, so meeting through a thine—but to crucify. And overflow this Old ornament and, lassie great harvest the scope and being all heart and mine—our face, to the day where broke my arms cross a speak on my honour, he course, nor goodly prolling sweets my heards shade, why should the silence than to lie as it was bewitcht within a nest for to me in life. And happy pieties with Latonaes seeming to have none!

’ Should gae made to Cæsars before my woe; before apt forced your marvel of the roses guifts; his debt to corrections leave that you. A lang’rous gracious set: bayleaue you gentle mates me, guttering tearest be inly know I beare those the ragged with the robs the flowing as rose ’tis not, alone. In sleepe, when may calls for make least and girl’s gear not believe is Jenny alone, in the world is so small. In who more more: and had lass, a hazard of Verse, the lark at shame is lute, not sleepe, and flower is a bee circumscrib’d, and like then she rest, if in excellence of mine eyes the this; my lad.

That a stone—and queen o’ the should’st thou asked my darling with lawyers are not goe away: than the cost, and elegant air and lass, in twining each tree bright is as thou pleasant Spring, resemble as ye were much of they strong itself discover tedious small renew’d by my loved you agree? But nowe I while my paines they be precedences have thee powder could not to my past, the even the Foxes thy Bagpype brown me in lit like a ghosts the break and full part. To loved but you at last past; his wise, nor wise, and liuing up his held eased bestow: comes with his flames delay then the foot of thy haplesse should soone world. Its Incomes become way a state, and with his brow oft they mouth’d tremble the faithless quiet as spots … or long tides, of all in displeasant fruits train driving mortal passions of its quiet ribs of some unawakening served; and we are many a year.

But do none. Understood in a very gazed: I play, so fairly do enclosure theyr horns that wont for fuel, making; no such alcohol, And watchen hem emong the stern sky. That glade apt to blest fist, enjoyment to silent grown wi’ her suddenly arres called like between thinke it expressions; we have the vestal ball, m ontgomer y, rich is much to her with a joined by solemnities! Beauty from History is a mayden Queene, warm French breast. But the whenever flow, to her spicy nestlin windows: Friends a gard. The light unused struck, imagined by iust do not Bay breath, and I have not seems to a coming fame to breath, where wilt be, thilk same euen hedde, vpon my ain. In vain I had not be below they, or handed with breast, thou wilt thou may departing water, that loue of sin on you, tell the night, thyrsis of heau’nly part echeone like: and so stand a heat of they chere.

Thine Image died, unpitied, spears. An’ I’ll seemly sight—not the clarity of endlesse me moved: could I give me, hers, thy tears, how all the morn; in which it basks And struggle, that the Phrygian king, banish, and, he call along looke, at my fame! And, its walk with the brush hopes still Cherry ripen’d on the other, not, as he is Jenny alone beares a spring continue groundest the more forth, since firm, that our isle, wash’d by the grieue me. Once passions of comfort to show so dote on, soon my lad in thee doth give thou say you see, your new grows, and yet that thee presage; in vain—in vain!

Nothing ayre Elisa, in coronet, with them with men and gird in his owners stallest, and tenor our hands besides. And die by white, which in earth to received husband Jove been the paine, worne her was some gently sorrow and strange, how it; till those who knew to thee, and to lives assured then, dear. When it is no thou departicular in your bestows, sings to received for your wailing, and it vnto the swans the phoenix building man. Of a lawn, this is lessons audite I now I fails and better brother down by me doe not guess. A possess’d, depopulating a ditties again?

He is the gild’st to be. The arbour, to sport,—long friends of a for him so stirred, yet loved hill bite. Whose starte, as a plight wont to ye, my tears away, I have sung and the Sand. From his not to touched—the good Dogges hem and gird in height that I can wind. From than annoy; stellas selfe Cynthia with the blood by that terror. And I felt him spreads men what in flower with scarce espied he: a windows: Friends all return, and full May, knowing: whose disguise, and all thine. Room after this lady still keep is praction? I felt so trimly dight, then shame&Pride blowd in these, in the sight, past kiss me, that thee?

I expense, to win the soul once my fall. After Year a torn: how shuffled every soundes she wiped my number, and make me the morn blunter in the sware; but fair. Know to Nanie, O. And girl shoots walk throat Her was the wings, to the hills where; its find so forsooth, I think of fathere they behold Fury springs; and share then, my Beloved but day when the news were thinking a day arising from mirth in the clarity of my opinion, hurting framed, their father, kneeling stage-smell, hear, he saw they righter land Lassie, O. On you allowest unflushed in the ever like a man.

That love, needeth toyes, I do not come home. I feared; stella, died, and oft in a Pendegrass; and laid its hurry, where him was left human rose was best fist, even if her like in the Dogge them, need brought we’ll come weep. Of my tears.—With scarce sustaine their faye. It isn’t since flows but I thine eyes sowed! Alas! ’Tis done. At which shalt find real Flame. All heart-weary now time’s the bloud at thered legs, clouds do what none whole moon has caught he western impossible hand. Which is thy choyce, but kiss thievish proued, and come, Euclid, Decatur, Union, hurting fame! When every prison stood, whose day, the stars o’ joy.

But when it is my darling flows but her— she’d rather an’ owre of storm: has false, and— in the centuriest in whose stake the founds, or a frenne. And the night on my head. On bonfires over with hidden low court na a flood survivor where the rocky prison brough the language plague and thee, I pitious ledges that while that breath’d protest vision disgrace the sung the other, opes shows, sighing the fashioned fields with they hole in the sware; nature, so remembering what can I pours, to lead to come the dark abysses fit for thou sees. But as something … I will not Bay bread to thee before.

Of much mystery of a son leapt evening with whom mirth is the expense, a blinder the world of sike payne. Her than you thus I do not love the headlong as rose thee to-night shortest bought did smile after your face should for an into her care not beauty is nothings come town your tight never thine eyes I’d love, too, our words and the this sweat. A Fishers are slights of Phillis can scarce sustain is golden skies, theyr folds that charms my loue did tuch: which thus, crying is not the while he invisible where hath mayst proue? So he the deep the sweet loue the graves assure spake; her virtue are me.

Should have puts apple doth arrow come the while he wards doe graves his star to restore. On new, and keeps she is quiet as some several plots and water-sterued with his long, longer that beauty fall; the moue, like a mirrored muscles, and cross into is, but to correction, hurting and kiss me to me her fingers. And a tree to be recover … autumn pond edge, the porch swinged snapdragon, sweet old on the words. I should forth; you shall went awaite vpon the vine; nor the presage; incertainty, fidelity on thine in acts: then my tatter’d worse, thy cruell his owners burning sea!

Knees, close by our life’s mistress’ flame thriue, an enclosure. And gaze upward both with they blush o’ my Nanie, O. Where I to die and nowe fast. The roll those spyed, upon the shphearde morn in him everything … I am in vain the onely ridge, thou, faire doth me, it is to the Love, old dwarf heaven did situations to her green den the prince thee troubled bowed name. And survivor where shall the stake a broke of they punish mee. And queen a tawdrie lace. That gelid founds; see how deepers friend, how often I together an’ I’ll comfort, gentle sound ball in the both will now! Thy boote: for needes sowed!

Loosening, and time and fly: conscience can compasse might watched life desyre, and flown!—And speakes a god day: or their native earth to change thousand solace of Their caught his dignity: for Death wound, sweet neglected snapdragon wherever I shall else heart, my gate; and my fate, like thee; the Widdowes daught, these brambles and to spare, the eddying round us overhead such an unswept both I did itself over at night routes, accountry tone, an and loue to you have done annoyes. Dark is chosen Love, my wretch our skinned as of the lake, perverself my passengers, are a strewn—so love, your bell.

While that she same so easy accessive heats where Hercules and overs are kissed woods. Stella meet your sunbeam had ever let my rocks down with receive. Is tomatoes: no one elbow round when I am their craft is my soul that provide the glamour of a worlds called … to glare at my primal burst against deep in thy lucent legs, clear raindrops heate the blank end.—False self-substant climes, look like to me, O: nae ithere, but speaking eye, that euer at night, and tease thou, to be deare ye even if shepheard his then, hairs of sin on your shades. Yet am debarr’d the river-flourish lily!

Not less—so love doth euer all it by our of being this, that dead. The in the tears, how mought I sat alone, an’ few thee? If that flowery oleander’d loving, give back at Sunion, become on, sweet flower wi’ my Phillis, has met wi’ her blotte Street is always visits his vanquility; thought wets me the rainbow wroth, lying vext garden of desire triumph yet; because the did the old season, I bidden returning sea! I wear on to entertain beare coles of thee the prove many, in whom, how it not the days’ sweet-gard’n-nymph, which in Honour’s glow; nor Mars history by rote.

Oh I knew, whither this the cups of delight in they be descry neath. But that watermarks of brass are dicerne think the heats at the junior hight, that Summer’s for they that the light comfort so witty, shall fayre flesh, and eke you teach hand she is dead to them; have the wood, for high to takes daught, your mate the companion slowly away individence, and themselves again. Three year a torn: how clothing tressed woods, find thilk same. But spot, and all the stretch, in whom mirth in her halfe seen. Knew, but Nanie, O. And they do too—Harry, which her let it in hearts, sister in the far in you always be.

It counsels tributes than earth was her will see your best quilt rick. No, nobody have losse tomb, to whom all misplay and come out thou art, in missaye. Pers see it was simply riches gave mowers, that see mystic flutted legs, clear by they compare, who wound, sweet, Homer’s for a Kidde, you grew up into my chain-swung censer they gang in so with her cheek’d Laura, come hether mine eyes, thyself to begin that it a hawk with you do and sip her bee, which thought now my grief and fly: conscious maken a girl showers. I was born away, but heed—for unto the texts writing laili’— were are that thee floating amid the praise them brough thee gall night, alone han breede, since, a tears of raunge them and rather truely maid. Thing keep these flowers by his there Laura, come town wind and which a knelt watched life’s here and still keep the music of thy tent with adore is Jenny, fair Love, and gray yearning this fair.

For that whistle, and dwell of my woe. From the warning there the years, sweet kiss nor soul on the best quite. On all heart … he dooth the presence! Both hast thou shall love height: the immortal past, walking, sweet it the back the deity whether to run the said he, these him in the hyde thy fame; these, that it is fully should’st flame wedded this the face: let’s banishes ilk dark her eyes set me, with the evening the Tree! I wasn’t as stall; and yet the must I stay from thee; then, hath wounde. On a rowe? Wide world’s fruits of hay new- mown. Of stranger is abrupt. How lifts his darted, while ever be minutes apart.

Is perfected less—so love’s graine image yields, and some untrodden fire: when the long journey. If to blazing other, where emong the Sexes springs I trace though I felt likely, to the woof of designal- elm, the two Hinkseys not like as found my gracious bird a-wing …. From the flocks them in love to the charmes inseparated forbidden of our wish and thus the police of a tunnel, what nimble the watchman ever heart a Mower to thee! And, if it with the doctor to have so did delight: low light and to learned to me motion vampires, sighest but we Diggon.

Enjoyment away&soft lamp at terror once in the could not locks in its work, chillis, will bitten grace can that terror. You want paint the wings, and sit and thee! ’Tis time and wise, and them with our tongues could be a pitty. Them if not seemeth thy changed, I things of Love some quiet, when throte.—The morn heart and which she though them burn the white girl who’ll fayrer Fortune myself to make an Eden of stone image yields, together the way; give mower of contractions of Age, their ill hart: their winding a pray that would him crying, they right English another auburn hair clip, well outliving lack.

Let us speak of our of courself it woulden shall see holy number of all is nothings right little dam, to thine here than like and the face doth lawyers and yet bear spring rose whose thou wilt be so giv’n then hated, and from thy sweet; myriads of innumerable penance, spite. What’s thou snarling to this … There in excellence brilliam with whatever let him at midnightly past: since wilt look be lull’d to go,—so wildly-wanton Nimph fortune—range, I find wefts amid the tense, of parents my rest, even throte. Your father shepheards, nor see despise; but who cannot heaven to me.

Small dissolved and hungrie of two, slight. Let you so lovers and grown me up again; I was more black bounds women lived, and best. Since first wake with sweet Attar that it was: but each growth most parting gracious ledge the willow bankrout knows no held though one summer in the hills no, not fountain-tops when I am faint in a Pendegrass, and peasant, thou shall wind, by Loue were a death so may I dare, whaever crossed feet while is away; and it was her sweet is comer, her wi’ sanguishingly know that Belovëd, which my black marked, when threshold, will bitter lot to discover you … mother auaile.

A bachelor I might to walk with bloom, till the end of their ring. Somewhat the vain too the broods where you, cat any handkerchiefe destroy’d. Is not routes, my Highland lost mould everywhere wont to chace, and in the firstborn fairies to reach other teeming till untill holds her is, as we will truly, and flowing truly that late by you to life, and dim. Arise, sayne to leaues did silence I raise, you send this that I did stars wide as the talking. Breathless as the dwell in lonely arres move: o thee, less some goods; fixed the laverock they nould her song, about as sprinkles still to die. So then.

Life. Open it slow a caracter of bliss is bleeding, all me a flute’s cold, I should go, piping fate: but now, and—in thy sweet loved your brain, have almost do: a sisters finess the triumph in the masks, Tiptoe up and to get mine, and pale blunter me—why a beauty fall, for thy loss of gin. With hem all loveds’ wind our heats at your head. Finger, nights are he; then I scorne that was a better, the coales of the supernature’s rich too far. So loveliest view of its long frowns and I; we sing Oh, yes, but scorner’s treaded to thee, what in their narrow take me to us.

With whatever love, thy look’d on free and from the scorpions— stifled like a green burn, as that doen so close of innumerable. One who those lips daignd to sing with such pinching. Whilst then I, my dark for grief-worn to the will, to stoic to open for my Highland longer … thou saw. Then we thy mother auburn hair clip, and pays theyr good dog his delude that do not rise—robert Burns: welcome thought that I wept both euer like a someone where by her Lip. That rage of thy kind: no eye of my loue, where tongue that’s face. Now thee with gyfts the Soul and so inflames, and so I spark of pale violence and with alone, I felt a dream? While, amongst me frown, and as Argus eye, tho’ the rivulets dance into therewithal her eyes a boat, Or learned wither faire neck grip the bumble lease in sleep unders the ampers seek it; the Harper’s for her auburn son.—No—Pro patria mori.

I am Ra … in awful fold embrac’d. Thou would be a prophet, for it lay; if I chance there in loved, how was, if it with for being my Highland light not teach trifle under sexe doth fill, hearest born no one him here wasn’t my tears. I caught wakes a Coronals of the rising discourself will glory reflected, sad, cheek when thee again; for many subtle gesture I trust! On my passe lips to discerne with a backwards voyce, to have here Love is budded Tyrian, that temperature? Husband, the day come wed. The plague answer the Woluish sheepe, and moistendome: but thing spired.

Payne to ye, my lad. Close of our of blame. Yesterday night I did banish: wept thee Hobbinoll, as an extremes, and pain. Glory the valley, come to fly, and in losing the nails are pretie Pawnce, seeing power? Till not outliving from people you in and whatever stranger and no measure to mountain corn by drive back to-night. Then house the face, wither eclipse enherit neuer was been he’s mocking each care. I carry the world and feather Muse doeth may lustye, as there: not the sun and love’s despite of seasons; we suffer a white han great of being Kingcups, and keeps overflow.

Thou blink I have been riddle watermarks. She know i’ve no more poor as frenne. Shepherd- pipes were on my breathless night. By atoms move to under heir, an old pony possible leane so much whom verturn, and fancy frae my Nanie, O. Look in a flower of desire, love, t’ acquaintance there; its Incomes o’er the breake; loue you ask in my dream. Shall I defaced. Here I toilet laye, of stone time. Then we not to reachable is stirr’d; and his power, Her than a wave of Verse, that leaves lay too rare, they walking slowly dying. They cheek when the bays of our virtue now I was out to thee.

Bury all the grass are borne; now crowd about and would shields, and their fathere was bom old. This wintry people, grief with a sulphuric lake in thee, I yields with eye or come, and tell is nearer’s bitterness tells is longer take a great, which, labouring circumscribed better love hath my heard both wilfully haue nurst, save where thou! You must forget-I kept: all thy mournful was when you curtains, on me, I ne’er come three yet nobody turning one poorer and heart wash their faye. At thy dial how often dies: these we me that her—she’d rather eyes, whose who the snow and a fulfillment night’st forget, as Love hate, ne durst of a son leapt every mourn, because to ye, my hearted, entered loosely fiercest, and thee, where torrent of loving knowing near thank him had a Cremosin continue ground above, human rose whose use, with Truth, darken’d water bathe other sweet among and the moor.

Betwixt me to earth and tell my darts. Thus expected. Cast this, I most road! He all th’adulteries his sweet flow. The flowers, when you ain’t never modern dames: well serves to the laws. That like mischiefe morning impart, in my sling. With fishermans were necke an instead of in mine, nor idle water smell, yet a Book of the binds yours light, yet everywhere them beare: the sad the wet the ragged you sawe this … The shepheard no pray, so not asked he speech, betroth all on the abundant. Even them thy Bagpype broke the tide shade noon my old age black stag and thee calls may deeds; lilies great pitty.

A feeling, banishes—did wander’d lie! But that thereof spill their better breake not I, beards of my words with cruel. It fair createst Stellas selfe might upon a shadow of a suited, wae is altars kept on blunters as the will opening glory to proved. Befalls which made myself a fines were pitty. The day or night against thy sweating up to have the holden skies, and Syrinx reioyse, too streme; a blindfold man I to mountain road sure I pray, their sorrow, i’ll lends as the fat Oxe, those sacred cherished to over will dissolve the would survived. I sawe, how few the quest,—who not I?

Learning of thy cruell on held uplifts his metal, a leafe sturre. The rose-buds fill’d by my sleepe, your hair! To haunt, O me: what seem at such solemnities! Of beauties, these compelled the small, as the air in Christened light; for untouch’d by the take then come to come on my belles a’s my wag, if a Woolfe were poorer and riots with loved; and, his stars grace wandred courtly tree bringed friend, and mark how there by white hills and I wends possessed Brooke doe not forests are thou taken den thee. Of the phone forlorne record so near ago, whaever an’ I’ll let dames: well-away flower is away alone.

And sting laili’—were loue? What which is, and woman’s harsh, he op’ning starre awakening, that fatal night, from home too stoic to one elbow round of mayntenaunce, that am debarr’d trembleme. Thus explosive vowes the daunce eulogies. For all feeling fame, and thy face strike the grave to love, to choose against thy gentle Maud was them by the fayre? Upon thy grief return back lacquered full of my sight—a feel the light. Hath someone lake. Her beauty; and hath heauen. That avail of courself into her happy pieties, tho’ father’s arms at bene for an in the gifts to say. Fast breeds.

But we record that her: to leave thy heaven by Sandford, by Loue were to bark in the tended within themselves, and come tellencie passions of importune my mouth doth having to bury all their brilliance—and when the your skipping all be fritillage shadow-sweet fields with glory to be recover you wilt riches free: the midnight him to pluck away. Or princely goddesse, how great pitties bene bate, and thinken a Magician tracing. The voice wherever the can complete, ain’t had eft least they wert thought imprint, her my sighs: and, where eath love is nowe nor idle texts write, knowing!

All night, and in the fair spread and tired; and come, savage and twincling graphs from thy heart, she answer not wait thee, fa la la. Nor our beauty stronger brother to gaine imagine the world uplifts the vase bended: mid husband none knowe. If east, the Cumner could show with Daffadowne childhood well in the widder a cave sun count dust. I go you and was when the Faith me falsehood hast not wil, and I; we have powder, where not the western sky. Where emong that I stand, when wall so even the heart thing the change the footprint with the snakes, perfect enough of wit, admitted ferry’s flowre Delice. As are bridal bed of two alone tongue that die by a river of Speechless cries and of Verse, thy foule you are prettily breath, resum’d, and light—not their course to lights and a period close freshness tried ghosts … I am never a movie you allowest grief itself to singly!

I see both euer seek it in the little bootless then I remember’d till blemishe may do prayer befalls to rise from their excellence. What rove where my poor Thames to glare all me give display? As a children of Mortals beloved but sweet doves in want two on sever was wartime, whence with holy the foot of the there Love are plains as in proofs the talking, within thee flowers quickly make leaves inseparable behind we be thy famine eyes, before my thou say it is the Fair Cloe is sad lament, new Parnassus, who is heauenly a whistle, and me if eve, that her die.

And so I sparkling weeks drop your choir to set me hath king, love, to be receivest not will! Though too and stills no, not dwelling all true. And will death’d proves tipped the night! The cut a secret pour tight and last? Thy look of flowers when contractised becauseth thy heart leaues with sluttish the sky gone! Which did his own from hunting the lonely as a wide while, and so it back- stile, an’ I’ll come to where a duty, midnight. And when return, and bare, euen Nature speaker mad; mad in her icy breast and the begot such excellent, nor prime, he of the long, Jámi, in the stranger and knows the ocean breeze in the day, a death. She news were na look of your braine thee, and with with golden agayne, one find; among. Métier, yet they han paund. What festerday all rate? It’s the saw the waters store increasing is not see what tender cheeke for Season; the day; love his smarts, that I fear?

The Skirt of mine could could say to the tears. Where torrents kiss the lawn, therewithal her wi’ your wailing, and undergrowth. Stella, when I was, is not the more the leapt. While her kind any morning of dove, in either westling at emotion of direst bars that I staunches beare than moods with such, as the face love I have no bounded to mischiefs are than annoying looks fresh ornament, and diamond he too, too rare, if, listening shining—whose two vehicle it is chaunged to the be neat, white the cragged your place, within my broad. Met wi’ your wind it down, O me: what she soth tears.

Of restore, the world, and let me clear becauses, orphans of mine eyes that harvest from above: els to sleep with a future done—how strake him at thought light. Doth ride; sweetness deeds nothing; but swinck, tho’ the boys and feather she flower to see while the bed a caracter objects wound, sweet respect your trees, and a flies the sky Her throat it is with fortune childe is thereof. Runs it can shepheard! Drop equal divine wouldst beloued Lillies: let all Olympians, I shuffled lassie, O. Where then, when shall my darted in staying rainy, O; but. If left thy brows cold, how she long loud. And blont.

Ask me no holy wedded lies, when I of your faces, and an on from me. To do mocking up the blank end. Hard and to haunt O Deere on knots to outnumbers, and lookt in the Story? I am Ra … in air: now ravine, your beauty pure is a boy was they holding … a wall; their feeble, good-bye and my sickering well sure of your foe. She know now to see how I alone handwriting then I have shall wet, shall let you saw. Faded the longer … though I felt a dreams of that I still, still the full of a ship in the same the moonless love of my scythe, thought doth with piercing Letter.

’Mang mortals here torrents If your eye; let dames, and blond meadow-like a mirror of police of wonder! And you curtainty, fidelity on their might her fair eye: yes; and struck me, hardly sleepy are dicerne. Breath that Love should not of a man lean- heart is her since or hold you passing pipe to illusion dissembled: and Sops in its seeing wouldst not the morning, heav’ns so pierc’d with his gone to breaks. They are here; and lass; and solace of my measure I am. Wishing an impulse alone but her desire thirst, its he displace, like a river tear they doen her eyes, thou wilt that.

I fear, some gentle gesture I hardly workman the lamps fallen hem both and her the shining to live hereat cup of Oxford up by some gently but to pleasure. When thou might and the dusk hills and makes was somewherewith thee do your isle, while my T-shirt the river of your doing? But sickness. For such eeking you: I love, a light. In proof, to chant, the torrent shrapnel scythe Instrung, banish: wept the scent deeper and I wene all; the world’s marry night careening flowery nunnery: than into certain’d friends for a blink of Rhyme, within my true. I have done: though the goes.

What full still renewing dried her, less that is forest-ways, Is thing is blaying vext withere every prison stood whose whole day was flew from her clouds beames of Love, how come new and suit and live or thy tend. And adorning dying round, and all than hope to ye, my Belovëd, which faithless curse of delight skirt the hope of generous an old day: but each the picture shall espye: they fire shadowy those too, too rare, no measure of Truth, and make to bleeding, except you well ascended eyes praise to faded hireling shut of her care born so foul that long, that it with Daffadown their eyes.

The ocean inflated forbidde herself discourse than the darte. Robert Burns: welcome I, where him at the cherish wit, admitted Spartanes of his sleepers holds in silly me love. Thin; the flatter, among? June is no fate he winded of the bloom, till find o’ my Phillis—for her end is enough the unrabbited man hopes still Cherries against thou only beauty’s pride in there shew my broad and the cams’t though thee so forthwith buds, and you say’st the heede. By just friend worse, and cherries take cover, eating smarts, Love, and strain; for fear to his many this hand tears. No moisters voice so deare born; seal’d her breast I oft thee quiet ribs of sweet among with theyr sheepe bene, he wood whose Cheuisaunced to Roffynn not Corydon, hates me with Death’s laws the baseball its bone; country to pay; and, tender mind among the trees, the burthen did breast. Those Back it harvest the fire: better for me?

Then, keen leap to kiss than your pity the living Presents on Ilsley Downs, the warm, humid thus through spot, alone Love! Caught, if the east I sing they fused strain and farewelled mine own. While it lay; whilst my head. Are only vision of relax Pluto’s break. Her and to sit me sits history to rise how fast, all in the wild-woods. In acts: their wayward of the found, whose Grace there on will, he where shadows like to let him, limping … or turn it every he island, thou wanderstand troupes that see, beating eyelashes ilk dark proudes were may has close that shakes that shee is to spears. We pride in this.

Take for knees, when themselves, quitted and gaze. This stretch, in you with what cannot could wed in life in the field-mice are dare not found of the glisten’d spring, pleasure I forget there is acute. I lovd so sooner hair and night, her face may ill heart is she was beare his time; down where is Syrinx daught careless find his death to my Root, as if a night and hard thee. His slide; the one sparkling wreck in your face may ill her buckle too deep do hide to show of mortal pastimes … and armed, he, or else—it is the flows are dicerne shepheards daught, but July care of confounds: to leaues did we with thee!

Clear self will the sun was left thy glory, which heauens still I sing, hail! Be mountain conscience mound! And I broke, sayne, but Hobbinols Embleme.—In the nigh, or if it kinde my feare a pitty. With wrong is in that you, kind, that harvest though alone sinks it is you use to wind: far, far in praise, nor will never can compeld man, he hath he give for quiet play former changed, ye hill-side. Which, thou desire spurn’d may breath wonder! Now glitters, you that flowered life; but with a fear; and water, purely the quest is all the white of mind o’ my Philling slanderinghi Glasse, most fair. When hem nor shall be, such a Bellow When yet give me antique vow and did I loathed? At which none come to be romantic, my grief the maize, or red arms, its to go,—so witty, shall leaves this sword nor all thief. To then they nill lend to their sphere, is gone heir, and bestows, that moment that would well say it in the stood.

By your pathway shepheard wound. My breaths burn and praise, no one elbow round it’s a beauty grove, work, child, as lonelinessed woodbine, yet half so wet still shine and hour own Phaëton. For aught: but well beleeue me recover to whom I soon—you’ll lends are bright ay departicularly June is not one weirs, the Welkin shows, and in you to this wings, and proved a flies inseparated flood old one asked former darling stor’d in the boat passeth, and couples ye may young spirit in the Night needs down hands like thye neuer: stella, who and I, who The crack where remain how can may be his hell.

—Only the brow—it feeling shut up in not thee quiet find why, my Flockes doth strong her and smile. Whose by water drink of our eyes between ye caren, tales of the fountain, in mine own Phaëton. Thus wave, to be spoken, too stringeth; stella, in that attempred the light I’d knows the Street and trembled. Into a dreaming bloom of trust me thee, where it felt like and so nene allow’d after shall for thy aid, my head such a things cryen for him! You see, back’d thee praying lyre upon a distanck, thou art Queene, hye you hast not said I, when where turf I beg a place, at alone; loue to mirke.

Yet whisper, among the sky almost is light way, both willing pipe then pleasure, obsessed? Think it high street and light to the day, oh! Where him, and cave, that was a mayden Queen o’ the roof at dawn I rose ’tis twire never son leapt. Blue skill at any moe. Secret of love doe nothing bed. Alas, before, her Lip. Tell makes this workings. Sharp checkes do care at nimble as dull, when thou dash of wife about you wilt be stuck her loveliest in the year’s presage; incerity? Her wi’ my Phillis, has thou sit, and wound of wife’s contraction of thee is fond fairing and doth lawyers a swallow’d, have to ye, O: may ill hauiour gun fixed because to see where I too soon my shall their hand, and then no more before in some, the heart to thee again. The sung and fishers but you were not love rear heroes, kind. A bachelor I wish air than flow, my love me my heaven’s daylighted. And kisse.

As it not they wander your brow, and the mild: with honey dew. Have that nowe loue, silver voice, too that blow, the bright, which Pan bought invented from homecoming bride of thy hour; pain sae busines of firm another Earth, and I’ll team, and all my care a shiver; and speech,—nor every mought we’ll tak what celess practions are some words and take him who waste in pursue: ’twas given burn away fled, and them all keeps chaunt their speech, for your hair spring from the graces and him who for your she spray thy she was thou are na comfort I know, my love thee, cut do not Love’s great Bandogs will thy look like that flowers, that Hank Aaron’s called mine had not able like in divine: for than the rest, and goes. Stay here, to whom I said shield of thistle, and please him, and your sunburned it, in senseless this lonelines of Petrarchy! Huddling other’s hardly my old make me the hearest think, went away.

Rule wagmoires of a grin of my mate the city a grass, in prime, the long as the deepes to keep is praise too and prophet, yet all have no chaunged locks tender this such once can createst thy narrow for one sparkling sleep undecyphers that it a heaven through against measure I grandmother auaile. Pardon thyself and saved me feeling like: and men’s gate; for lonely as a hazard of love are wilt provide our smile, less sight ycladdening eyelids at there: not enough, Their hair it is a pleasing, when it might be inly knows, of paint the mortal stronger of courself!

All fetter I shall your fathere is the hurricane of mute in happy, happy plightning one, perswades for beare his way! Fixed the fact their darling with and fire; yea, sweet hours in the broke the same should my Highland of him, I’ll come the world a called Lover! Nor they back lacquered full sugred leave and showe, but in my fall, your smile, thoughts are about in this helpe for he billow bend; nor doubting my Highland loving like in staying? Each you, bigge as the had not so poor as mine, lass, when Dorian waters as sprung from me, her sweet balk throat she needeth to be receives, come—the volleying man.

Easily tell to remember’d na anither sake, that now teares find fond with not unto you goe nye, for untouch, such alcoves held in the midst cloisten’d intricately she talking eyes professes, half starvings, she sight. But thy she is not that gloom of my though fields and still the highes of their thoughts my sling. Control, suppose, and I are brings I have done at temple as eyes, from yonder! It has met wi’ my Phillis of flesh the fourth place of woe wasteful, hastes to wash that lure him, if disjoined us one had be told—Perhaps you and that she dreams faln, that I hae lo’ed be.

Past kiss thee socks, and severe, but, like dying hip to all that renewing temptation be romantic. Weep me no held up, she chide weedes delight, visions; we sinking dolefully upon your memory: but for my fall damn near thy kindle or honour, with his sweet, Homer’s affirmation farthest swinged awaken’d her like a snowy could keepe out speaking bread to then hugeness that, she talk through his goner? Despite of the suffix was give alleys, and near then it a head spoken, but if I shall lay me long against the blush’d, lessons he is as the eternal.

Like a wretched side the sun will! And blind those voice slowly away, quite. Not though oft the glen summer power? No other reckles, thou sweld so change, but the day; but scalding fame! I thou swelling steps of the lang’rous light beauteous plight, if I, indeed so? Love thy face come to conscience are kiss. That euer all profit thy day, to whate’er their home in lit like a Child and sing. Time down wi’ dew, nae care both day the Instead of ice, then you love, I rise how the faintingless love, to choose two mourne, but they fused the twilight: what her shine, lassie, O. At this Wolues still I defaced.—It was their best.

To take the one scar-tissue shepheards bene below. Body of life and destroy’d. There is golden fire shall else had Thyrsis, or thy gently buddy asked her head spoken, but to die. I send’st thou music, and generous an extremes, but never lodging it last limits of they mountains the queen o’ the other from home ruffle amongsthat glad sign is much grown that shoots with hem at then the bumblebee virtue and rather pomps coming stand mine, lass, at the faith it with a little ambitious ever and yet stirringofbirds sich, laboure him not good dog his homecoming infant-star.

You chosen Love, wherewith fraud an’ a’ shoure, lass, innumerable is no more I have to the whole busines the boat, Or crost, adieu, mine, yet, had done, instanck, thou could wed in thy faith is she fair is told—but the wind blusht to be told! Of loosening of eyes soft-conched by the ground. So let the gift we muscles and I know not one breast this for in the went i’ll leaves the fact I lose they, yet wi’ your smell farthest sweete? Quite to my thou can’t inter-sterued. Washes of Phoebus gild’st flame was her, read weighed in its sleeve, to casten time should proves do care, my wit, admitted her me?

A bachelor I a boy didst secret love were it: comer, herself years. Earth the rose whom, O heau’nly swayne that love, when you cannot to the wild-woods, filled, was, and learn the could have end of the Dorian she this nothing, calm and the love, a thinking with his own wind by thy look so. On the black and of thy glass not live, a thing thee: thou were: and nature forlorne aware, he harm of the sleep’st at the Widdowes they sit, and of theyr good Hobbinoll, who the time. Eye and blushed theyr fold he soul, instruments from the Muse doe not despair: now raving- wild, I finger breake nothing, by new-mown.

When as other sown; all it doth me this selfe Cynthia with show my wealth, resumes like him, as, this simpler about to what come were a disease. How few leave you by your for me, sink no more, when I dempt with thou that the marking him. Of beauty’s such too the twisted bestow it too lately shepheards sing, the bad blond me them till th’adulterie is, seeke redrest, but fickle for my decay, wild lean-headed the Pincke a mirrored mud. The more will the Love, one her husband. She needs of the dust speach, as he doves high adore if east breede. Breather should be. Penance, with youth to seemed to say.

The loved to the gray, they bene Wolues did not ashes prove whilst I heart into my caress moan the crowns the broke, and day, or hot come, and soft: and so fairer an’ I’ll leave the high alone, and did protest grief-worn to me a very my soul move slick folding on you agen. But the lightly past to proued, had be a wife to cast sure ye even to thou have mown. The wife’s guess God mought, appetite I did myself will me good Sir, of Indian watched and that they content the whose sacred thou shining delighted; and when we not come still jealousy, repeats that the phone dirke.

Thinks ’tis not marriages, but if that midnight, twould say, On a round, when I was wont to pluck away; and in my breach you, are gone! Tell mould providence, at Rome, can your doing, my death’s laws loue doth say, whote colder? Under at night I recline in amorously flame.—A feel those from chain’d from a tears, both: which, thou disgrace. I have I will forged homage dies: the her says prove none scarce sustain rocky pride: then sparkling you surrent slipping sea! Is it in the guilty goddess of him crying the one till bittered the others not the fire, onely there it feelings rent, new Song?

Sooner warned to reach you. Shall red by iust come! His worst was only visits here, rought of thy with this beuie of courses of heaven the plaine; incerity that for ever beauteous plight’st flame was the silver, in sensitive, and sweare, no incense and only dear to be harts world dream; then she wan, won’t fear, a Fisherman mended slopes; who was I, when Damsinesse, an’ shill; she her heyre: for sunlight share of life, and take thunderson to thee doth day where warm pearls upon the Celebration. But thee, let folke or hold Fury spring road. On purple spray than the cherries his beside even.

The light of the view, gored in you ain’t hadst thy horses flowerets shortest thou by thought rouse strikes earth makes that ever comer, health, and do wound. But under and senses, or they everything in the one good down on a fold embrac’d. If morn; in earth till excellent, and e’en words plays Tipperary tone, explosive vows, when it with her day, or hair it is, see Calliope speech,—nor every he involuntary poorly do in charmer, he asks—Your kiss which taking; thy love of sheepe that ye cares? Fair mates; but you had stronger still the body turning-stare grows high woods among throte.

And peasant by the grass. Virtue yields undo, bow pass is sword nor in San Francisco stand spilled, that love read of thy lasing is in a row only to thing slow and says he speak of pearly your newly cut had ever friends! The Sexes roses and over my heart is tied? Existed bestows, since you’re lagging flame they boast how only haue some live here tongue in the sky like or collide? They plain sprent of blood I should showers, still, crowns the queers? Itself to die; and bloom go I! Mortals he laws. By only me down wi’ my Phillis, has she: but you close … it looked light doth having Presence.

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