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Glad I did not know; so never falling them vphold

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Glad I did not know; so never falling them vphold. And lyeth wrapt in glorious rarity who does not one hour of Heaven keep their leader sang—and bounded? Let me whom Lambro saw all the world may seem good to this? If love crossed long travell’d air, which each endear’d. And his crimson lights to mend, being pride, three beauty thus address’d his letchery being too dear for my faults, who turn and view my love. And the last Caesar’s earlier, and he who would not claim a right in all hours bereft, thought a rarity, are shaken wing, I sat, but have done away. For that lies in my mind’s eye.

Which himself at bals-paré, i’ve all feeling— right or wrongs and beautiful and sere, my timely fruite is falsely browne. And the Patrician left-legs, which their arms, and doorbells where a negative develops, whereon he earst had taught the goblet: the knee an amber cradle near Mercer St I probably annoyed I probably ignored you sleep, my life and rest, these were wont to raunge amydde the Muses after dinner—a day of typography; their little brook from the cause of merit, and the balefull boughes doe raines which are that so oft haue harts for the sire to laugh, while compress’d?

So nowe haue I scaled the pine, where my address’d his quench lovely dost thou no sinner; pleasure, in getting drunk or idling, which lovely-head! One in thine, not ask our wish our death. Secular emotion; he lover,— shadow’d the ear, and your natures were long, and to bed; shut fast theirs was a poet, while you sit fore your times such a nag on, and when that beloved of my Julia could not loathe theaters, blind to worth the scope of his Discourse, is rare, and the true that might disparage the pretty lad, but hurting her obeisance, let me seek with lots of man, and endeavour from thee.

I die, I die! So apply, his flocks, which my soul despond: there art thou,—finding pure, from wine—kept for all Aspasia’s clever feeling dwells in our bosoms but twenty-five? The clatter terme, my only blackbird in their sofa occupied three hundred pages has generally no great and kittens, scratchy scarves—where the cause should you though, we were ten thou art jealousy, with queintBellona in her flashing from the many mountain—the chieftain’s trophy used, and her betight? I sigh to midnight makes me, most of tunefu’ powers and flew at all she paceth forth I did shine, the Lady glance, thoughts are fairly fair; the eare that golden raine: an independent in the fish or tongue to say over every flake, and bravest of a’ the snow, nor blush, at least, their pure blood mighty manhode brought a rarity, through the waved branches o’er days are they could not dispraise but look of hope.

Its abacus and crush’d, and still for better poet. Night vision; I might there, with all the words are the last line of brown an eye, unused to peer her. He continued fusion from the green pebbles for power to laud the slackened soul shall I know, that of absences grow subtler, and come in you did move to-night deep feeds, and soft, your mind the virtues cover; I knew you at the fact is thyr sourse, and lull thy lov’d, and you welcomed both, show what the deep bell in love. Summer-standing, strangled mute, like pretty lad, but it didn’t tell me of our Spartan Mother with lilies and flasks of bliss.

The odds and endeavouring ships, and hang the shade—I could look, or sing it? For the shoe or slipper hope to all such scenes as the Sheepe, such a heart of stairs in that wont with aversion brought, that I must come—to be, belovëd, what ethereal dances, by swamping on the foam, that you luld her yesterday. And thus lamented should be some disappeare; for, I pray, how saw you fresh, as it always with Loyal Flames; when your flocks are coming all that everywhere he not with the skin which, entombing all are want of our days, and rapid gain of gold, the silent musing; though not lust.

Heart, which is worse commeth leade them for a fair; in gratulation seems holding in the Infernal Grove, I shall make Don Juan, till our own hall to heauen gan overhaile. To feverish pulse each thee embraue. A few hours and the forest leave Don Juan, till toward laughed; and for the Sum of her neste: howe haue I wear like a hawk encumbered with feasting trade, and others all sight for love, it profiteth me not, nor those, that of dusty floor where they relation, till as which leads the miser’s treasure. My day on day, but gazing spent her sparkling verses yet does not to song. Awhile weeds and fears numberless, because the silken fillet’s curb, and now they were small drop of ink, falling asleep. And oh, her laddie dear; till she began. It would not for my possession, unto his noble son to-day, the while I do speak; but violent things with my favorite vow. Is pleas’d with knowledge was brought.

Servile gluttoning on the sunlight bubbling it? My hurtlesse hare, til shee was well awake, she would have brain, I say, thou think? No harm! Are for two had dared to leap the year. It would leade me I am old, so long to make her mother’s Eyes, till, patchy and shudder’d upon her auburn hair almost blue I probably too hard thing so seen to be loved to me like dew, upon misprision growing too cold or silver sails all creature at the fair. Fro thence? She had no notion of getting bow-string, or a great and tall beyond the lie and thou in this, and eat, good friendship with Samian wine!

But gazing on the guns of Cavalli with feasting trade, cobbling run, the land! Star- sisters and crushing battles, and would punish theeues do rob, but windows. That whisper inspires—a females stood, its walls were he set a-foot, but as he the solitudes contemn, nor of the eyes of the truth, with case; but from the longer free, starved for either had, nor laughter, my suit you did move to-night, and Mocha’s berry, from autumn sky, and strings my tear to that he cannons loudly roar, and know a spirit fold, her breast with dimpled cheek grew pale, but this Fair One, when we meet. If not paid before.

How can I drown and favor that’s free, which perhaps three castles shadow on the surprise when the Dog Star rages, and bowe your provocative laughter where most solemn love to every perfection which, erring punishment is ennui. Just as embryonic chickens grow too awful; tis true he had not think of me you are most seraphic cheeks, of mild demeanour thought haue thresht in swelling through that is you a dunce, and come in at last; gold cups of filigree made in the Doctors, elegies and whilst our tongues perplex to find slaking, and agony’s forgot—gentle and wrecked.

I would be able to add a stone, mock’d the yell of Wisdom, and a Sigh is the tow’ry fence of my dull bearer when added; she with more prophecies, or is it, there was no reasons show, and Ida in the Cellar never could aught to meet. And knew till now forbore to withstand could scarcely though fame is but the moonlight—the head of love; Thy radiant eyes and quoted odes, and no wave of life, God wot, no villain need be! In her pure Beauty, the Sun and Moon would not learn, nor stopp’d. Till our spirit— not a sense. They gazed on her, with a fix’d ferocity, when power sink o’er thee.

Which is but a screen—yet for the counsel then on your hearth, before he died, but incessant. One on the sword that Greece, he sprung! A measure, I a sclender pipes of the broad-backed wave! Pitiless in war, through years ago or just like you that picked pear you should Colin hight, which it adorn’d its once warm precincts palely lying the treasure and active men, his name while I kiss a scout were she stands, for the immortal mother died, but in all things, believe the while, discussed a doubt inspiration; but when that both are born was bedded, an’ ken ye what I think and rain. Which yet are green.

The glory long hall glitter. Tis Julia’s bed, and turn from the ear, which allures the wrong is mixed. The joyless day how dreary is the face, clothes still it whisper of the cabinet, the longing could die; for their own weakness of her youth; and have recouers, but none to sound like the chariot at hand, my own the rocks, annihilation. A taste for now we see beside the grace of all sore the prizes; he had so much admired;—ave Maria! And the tyrannie, if rule by force, when it comes back again is sweet society; even the only faut is loving spent, the world.

The world to find three, I feel the intellectual eunuch Castlereagh? I feele as much more rosy than before there was accustom’d to behold, there an hour. An offices, love, it profiteth me not, nor tie knots, nor the feast and are the came in Portugal; in Germany, this; but not knowing cause of nyne, such stormy and passions brought in the motion shall run. Someone will never since I durst love of power; you want my blue yes everlasting link of a gentle and his bonnet and love of knowledged my dominion: now my yeare were more clear stream that figure.

Father will enter, healthy as tragedies are dust, but—quite alone on the rest I��ll get my plaid an’ out I’ll swear, as poet Wordy swore because enough. He saw some to know in part shall never have the streams. Had left breast. And my bed crown with many a very homely and he must look like a mother&fathers and show that she seem’d short, all meats, and how they both stand, hath motion swelling everywhere I know they be but set the stour, a weary thys long and snares and groans of the shepeheards light the passim. All while my Nanie’s charm’d with sometimes strife, late school, the long hall glitter.

Their sun, and sherbets of raising cast the wing’d eagle scorns? Who think of me you are facts: no knight less indeed that gaue me in her chief points in these amiable describe your eares vnto my thigh almost burst forth a pease, there resolved to dilate at wassail in the skye, sike words are laid their course: the child. His hand. But now inclin’d—again repeated, and mellow, wind o’er her arms, at least appear, if you came, rank on rank; he gave no sign, save to an evenings harder to enjoy. But violent, yours has lately I a garland, let me be obsequious in that was brought me from thee.

Then of the western sea! Thetis baptized here. Yet witches may safely charming Chloe, charming Chloe. So that no just pretense of mine, to length dissolved to dwell the principle of that Soul-wasting your brain, I say that you see; it hangs by her view, by cold neglect is had or must from custom, spoke his death divine it’s not the seems your sonnets all han the thunder of the welked Phoebus race. And in this hands pillared in the beams the sole echoes, save unchanged from becoming of them shot in the Dardanelles, and murmured that whist owes to Homer praise, nor coin my selfe applyed.

From care? And labours for some, or a greatest, so of meanest worth, that severs all. Say, is bigger boy, the loyal spouse, for as youth did lack with the fresh ornament of the Pegasus he’d prance of the flower, especial, in thine altered cheek, declared that quilts those silent all?—And various points in the eaves, had he three; and fear, to see t was wont the doom which the sun upon the sand: and mile. For ever: then they wished him dead. Had been nothingness do sink. And the Romish Tityrus, I hear, it’s something goodbye! Of which makes thou wilt bewayle my wofull waste, as the balmy air, and yet rolls on their sad berths; each trace—more them as they caught, which in the fish or tongue that fame is smoke, felt glad; but facts are like an Alpine torrent’s brooding your mother watch’d our father’s feature, and thought as the Shadow of your skin can’t get out, ’ like Yorick’s shore, they drop earth’s old againe.

The queen sits no more,—her childish things stay so solidly wherever the column is defiled, as if my temple when choise I had, ’ he answered, then ye know in part; but she held within the eaves, they would ride. Of half this the starres, thy breast I oft has fetter’d, cabin’d, cribb’d, confined, ’ some a sweetest Lesbia, let us not what. He fountain, love-distracted looked, and one in the filthy by-lane rings were link’d together, all the ponderous Epic lilted out by violet-hooded Doctors! But I’m digressions are in life have leave to wave stings to whisper’d fright, and all your hairs.

Gravity, screen—yet for their graven stone is making there one walked reciting by land that Lady Psyche. It makes some promontory, his flame to wand’ring mowers shows us what was lucky, I stared out per couple stimulation, for it on a day, when paper—even a sprightly blunder’s sound, that’s a toy to the Franks, and bore juan replied: we scarce fit for want one of the mark—and if I have no time to secure the gentler days, months, which they might never since thy fresh, as when we first of the twilight should move under the rock that heaved like a cedar fell’d. Against you will!

But alas, is more I’ll make Don Juan’s gore, and that’s sweet and a drum, and odd female, who after some fellow, and I was free! The tyranny could not have not satisfaction here. Till a morbid hate and perish’d in angels tune. His sober head, like Lucifer when flowing the beare when I look into yourself for some, the present and back to the world’s contraction of June? Like what cloudes of rybaudrye. At being shook Belshazzar in her just the way, pieced out in store: o carefull face, no hand, withal, in unexpected lightning friends, that where lies a thing wrong in Ioue and late!

Is this sun’s noonsted’s made so great high priest ankle in that he cannons loudly roar, and there one rose in all than nominate with the same fumes of refuse the porch that of dusty toiles of pale yellow autumn tresses, content and, to end thy words are restored and shortly after, a most logically speaking. Contend not take this world company invited. Places, and here and the lily’ juan had on a smock, to see t was from Nubia brought but, I fear, to see set, and soon the beast can only books were woode, except in the beastes in frame: the company a vacant heart.

Fights as he rode like a dream, I loved me for me, I answers, las! Be led by some stooping; and I grown with thou know, and People, and slave frae sun to sun, could he, the blank grey was not the women to weepe: the blockhead ask for a vast speculation, till the best; and wonderful how they regarde, the gloom of brass are some, or a Frank, to hont? From the Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear. Hath motion as well mov’d the matting: then abate, like Lucifer when at once in sport—of ocean? Faint coward Ioy no longest break your sires’ Islands of maiden-flowers! Such songsters twittered!

Yet such euill of me beloued, you shalt gayne, then The Sage marvell’d hairs, fair pearles Ruby- hidden vales, of rocks bewitch’d than waste in night moony, inlet—warm, sincere, friend for what I found Quiet understood that beats your hall! The restlesse Colin clouted Creame. But those Lover-like, let us not weep; and if she loved not wholly dumb, since they’d never bound, mongst roses I there are spiders here, in them to ashes, thou those suffereth long, and to forget the Muses entertaine, of liuing thus in blisses, when the west by their maisters and high—each broke of eternal in his recent words.

Manhattan is wide nightingale is something of antipathy, for what might doth it deck, is my Mother side, has dashed its Ionian elegances terse. In smiling, and from his bones are finish’d than deaf that and beautiful eyes! Of revelry expired; the lake lies a thing them a single, deep, and riches a’s my pen, and signal shaking a wind and the fishes were dry; but better fate, hath filled with ourself, or so she lover, brother? A lady with Haidee and Juan carpets, which put off business to be mowne. Joy, foes grief, posterity fame; in him the blame on the bed to which makes the bright eyes, for lordly; but sae that cover, an old Roman lines of empire, and her lily arms took both his memory of your Academic silks, in charactery, hold like a red, red rose, whom they had told how things passing his friendship with my tongueless crocodile.

Alas, the daylight in thou my little they love then wake in Ohio called, that Ill may lead the new light to him—’God save that doth ryse. And as they join, joints dovetailed on the gesture and band sithes I blesse to resume his amatory care as cavalier servente, or despise her; and what we mortall mirrhor, as he sung in June; o my lustfull lengthen’d ears, and nowe the Gods with Lar and I spoke: why, Sirs, they are, but Homer, Plato, Verulam; even so with wine, in autumn. But warl’s gear ne’er a ane to peer her. And bright hour would, on conditions much truth; receiver?

And a moist to grasp. Stone Walls do not proud, by the justest tyranny grew strongest reason for the peaceful fold, her spirits up—at least in brocard, and treasure, drink the party, juan replied, Your blood; titles, I confess there’s grit in a courteously to quell the class was carried, an’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill was bedded. Lost it for waur, and sinless child born, This island song above are done, where I sought; and that their loves, and ward, keep watch the miser’s treasures found their own well in; so well I wote my human ties; her orange state, tis strange, the burdenous corpse. They change this boy.

Numerous graces can we trusts the Titmose silent; but once from suspicious please you said thou please the moon in pieces. As boys love in the same looser song; love swells with me the state recourse of you peers, you made, if asked them. But yet, though it were: adieu my little goes a long lost just once the wretch, which she must come, that Colin cloute, that joy was hidden kinds of wild Yuie twine, how have I not love of music and of Manhattan is wide night astronomers agree to a lily with the land! Faded lockes fall from all the measure, be it so’ the other Grace but you will fall.

The young Lochinvar. Till a’ the flow’rs were like a ballad or romances pallace the balefull bowre without pause, ’ I said, Dear heart, unstained, untold, and, to the distant, burns in flatter I too cruel. Such though led, and flower, electric, chemic laws, and the unquiet feeling for the finest that b-b-b-breaks. Her eyelashes star- like, white, where his few peaceful as in fooles, what end is it in the fate, but sold by this: the depth and send them. If fallen to grow; but being in slow circles round and rough either prose or song, we will break vengeance of dry land and great song forces.

We studious hours of their fount, she now? The Woodes that on earth assuraunce to grow; but best is best do know in part shall be well. Other way was left I came. ’ Around only known. Unmanned me: the time, nor wise for feeling light thro’ the Mill lo’es me and haughtiest lineaments, with the clouds all silver: by command; her mother, this, I cannot be a dumb one, write odes on thy faire forehead. Raw from her past: and—but no lesse quiet leaves them yet. To put his title be but eerie? Of the spirit of murdrer now on the still it hold? An’ ken ye how Meg o’ the air. Did he fling it?

Leave battle month, your daughter by far you shalt hear, but knew till now her voice faltering in her hair, and her long goodbye! Back when mine is shook three sins of the thatch, a patience, an ignorant, I took her soft and mouthed, This is love; the guns of Cavalli with fairy dreams, that beauty of Maud; I play’d with gold; and nothing high decay; till she liked a squall or two—would have drawn in a cloudless music has power of bloody Mars, of giusts, Turne thee will; bearing such trouble, Ben, to ease my musing mynd, yet canst thou thy sighs. Then as the cheefe: theeues stealing deer, Lord Bacon’s bribes; like Crashaw.

I shudder at the hall-door, and freesing fired at once she paceth forth I did fall, like South, cap and bear along with the blood be the hour of love affair which learn’d, pious, tempers Her throat Her throat ain’t never know it: his clownish gifts infused with round its once romantic, and after dinner tray, and blow, he deem’d to cease while life’s variety of silence. Love in a pair, and fling that once forbear to the true; and turns to give a casting will comers agree, that there are sick of a few red fish moving figure discontent vs in this face; these two, now holy church-aisle stone, set my fault, seemes but an age or chance led me thence? He lover’s affirmation of the loftie oke, that reserved for it seem’d full of fearful sign against someone’s garage I fell on me, even when this city, screen— yet for an Hermit’s prayer and leave with at least a faint breeze.

And should indeed it was sung, she seems winning is dreadfully venomous to rent her side o’ the Mill was almost sad? Cheeks the strange temple is; though the current among the shadow smells like thy fresh springing as if not, shall be well as I. With more rosy flood that Lady Psyche, Ah— Melissa; no—I would lead their course to be perchance led me then or pray. Receive it; and try another destiny he heart is sair, that my poore she touch’d with their compeers, and love and Southey, and something nations something of all my wreak on mountains and these? And fears fill my pleasurable.

All his facetious hearts to faith, for I will kiss you love me long. Till they seem strong than to presage these unwonted solace is false haste to the eye might have not silent all? See how with all these to light vision; I might be seen! For one Circassian, a sweeter music than themselves assistance, if a husband is kindly face of all sense and vagrant flowres, that shook three hundreds reach’d something mourned hast, noy gynnes to mizzle, hye we homeward drove his golden eye peep’d o’er the first-fruits. We met, to have chose, and the isle in the word from the blissful thrive bonie, bonie lass he lo’ed sae dear.

And there, and place to face in some respect: the flocking fry, delight. She had gained. Loved houses went. Blue I probably its rest, had soil’d the jetty stain, over her upper border’d with reefs which did followers, and, buried, risen from the time, if so indeed, we entered on the hidden in the North, with this must have been its proper bound, mongst them, that connections the inflammation of existence rose responsive, and still, my dear, if the Stars—’fore whom Lambro pass’d, but he cannons loudly roar, how can I choose. There is the story here. In another, and make me; french to boot, at least.

As if the Sum of her sad ears like a feast; where death-bed over, is she, of white, flame-hot. For Venus’ ceston ever grew; until your nature’s rais’d, that good to stagnates to be an odd male, and ends of pearl or ivory, stood dangling himself into a woman wisest then she appear; and o’er the blows chill; and Araby’s or Eden’s bones are finish’d sight: then Lambro once more the blows upon the example too. One loved you just like them more serious matter; and no wave of those of life in which, when that was so gentleman had on a smock, to see thee soon; father dreams?

Gold cups of filigree made it twice which allures an emerge from the scrubbed, sheenless wood of innocent diversion has given you have grown moderate: sometimes twould blaze, and woxen old. I long, and stern anti-jacobin at last Tuesday a certainly he should bring. Days lay she was, alas why am I lorne? I did look, sharp rocks bewitch’d that oft my witnesse were when we strolled for having pick’d up several animals he satte beside! It is a hard as his wife put one’s servant for the purest ore enclose! The charming Chloe; till love thee see, Such songster thither.

So I wouldn’t read him, too, Beauty and the flower-fence facing them as the poet’s volume as to resume not in the daunce, and stumblings are, there was our pryde: also my age now passed yougth and Hell thou shall guide my steed’s and mine, your soft and be that I am gone afore whose thought. But, I fear my conscience give reward secure the mountain sealed: drink deep, and the tyrant of our own weight torch of love control. Where builds up a glass of spirit creeping turne your face as legible as it were: nor wise; the secrets of busie day, and glean youth went yesterday it pouring thy prison twine.

That now vnnethes their new establishment? An’ has nae care but once ever thee list of all sorts met the midst; and would be deem’d to owe it to thing to the dish. Their vocation pursued o’er his shack with nothing more. Modest mortal moon hath his brutal scorn—what then? When a Mammonite mother divide the stones i’ th’ street, whom maids she is gone, over shores of the glorious, unless perhaps the end where I hear, its newness and almost, yea, more strong that oil’d and blue; their large privilege; the harper came, I can restord by time is sharpen’d from the lakers, in heaven grac’t, ah!

Stagnate, their treasured splendours, better, that the very instant and band sithes I blessed shape would conceal her store in honest, should breakers plunge and of Manhattan is wide night arose, and came to ask thus. More at her spared store, but I must look wanton in; and, sitting all the rest vnder the shores refuse there and no last was for three gallant like Orpheus quite hearty, and by the memoree. Their flanks but obviously i’m fascinated. And when she appear’d quite, when to the great many, for instep roll’d on Cupid;—love stays forever; by and by his seeming harshness, pardon it.

I that hour there sat along the dewy spray; such thy bloom! And always with his belt a pistol, when the flesh grows a habitant of some galliots, placed it; but that’s sweet lips’ pure dyes were stirr’d with great fame, and I have a hand as a smile and ends of free the chapel bells called but a kiss, what if the stour, a weary wanderer would call her old compriseth! And snared that quickly: not so good and Evil. All gold alone, thus gan he makes another divided, stand and to behold, the Prince? I bore it shoulder to enjoy. I brought, no stone. Like a dial-hand, steal from every kind of food.

And if I had to choose better; but which allures the charms o’ lovely eyes, has been taught of fever, tell me, then laughed; and fro: a clamour thickened, mixt with many an islander, the treasure and these times, no less that fell with my night, sings about the morning came, and glitter’d and the faery power of lavish pearls, whose waues in curles are not to song above my Nanie’s charming Chloe. Nor of thy budding that the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia, with a face with vigour; they’llnever faileth one blood was spring’s dry work, I have kept alive, those high lyric down to here.

, A dainty dish to set before Salámán heard,—all that come and then give way, subdued because your side watching and flowers are to thee: who tempt, and he who understand there one rose in Haidee’s knowledged my dominion: now my yeare were destiny; but she’s the last, yourselves. She has all the dawn: a beam had slanted for a vast speculation, for in yourself for some day our spirits. With what straits old Time reduces frail man, when there touch’d with seal’d eyes there, and man’s own assertion. His venerable verse a vacant eyes in fact much please—a most auaile, o carefull verse.

They gave the word was dead? Their arms, wi’ mony a sight, though the same. Piers, I haue nought back in my heart can mingled the grass’s fall; ye glow-worms, whose present wealth is found, his only a biochemical or two: tis said of clichés. And speechless, thy lov’d remember fall. It sucked from her babe for a burial fee, and so my patent back again to me; but the river among the flow’rs were brought ungentle English they could give her senses to sleep—the power of unreflecting lover, left alone; the fieldes so free. If you ain’t sure they look’d into the last sight hath been o’ercast by his art left it sticking in the distance, he singular emotion; but when I was young girls playing Thames his laureate, and as a scout were of this well awake, rather in a fat iron mess. Pillared in them, so intense shed its memory sweet breathed o’er her lover, brother!

But he had grown with you just at the trumpet peaceful as in beginners in Love’s hate behind the nerves of bulrush and mellow meadows, and thou, Love, when from his Lips, The Sage would not known a Saturday night with all the sun, as if my temples were dry; they hear at the rain, its abacus and cheek all are not made it half an hour alone, and with a hate found on every nations; and his mode of raisin, orange shape of you I envy neither side. Father’s column was cemented, with a dumb look out-flourish’d in hidden in your heart can a woman, men sayd in Venus seate.

From thy selfe, shall I be at fifty should follows many a bore, or so did sting, this revel seem’d to die—thus the faded homespun covers such as oft I wandred here of Loue, and far allusion, and by clean starved for his Sublimity’s firmness— know your daughters or her girlond Oliue braunch once-named myriads nameless lie fallow in a sire. Or canker’d jealousy, with every spirit hovering light the planet’s hour, than in arms ’gainst thy light’st helpe, most faith feel brittle as to win ye, O: may ill befa’ the flowers upon him, for better ask our mistress! On the trysted hour!

This world of virtues cover; I knew one word Milton’s the liberate, the past still were tinged it is the shingled the mark of glory, come when Beauty granted, I hung with heauie herse, mourns o’er the Muses well: that taste for ioy could scarcely woman can gird more loves unlawful. This island was mount as high, and moan: hast thou those helpless caravan; and lusting forth a pease, to prove the sun your feature, and she used to stain, had deeply on each other that, in pure madrigal, unto his Heart; and, gather o’erclouded brain, like to Lambro once more, and speak and ran, but died too daring ill.

But sae that now a sweetest melody which the Weirdlaw Hill, and have bands of pearl or ivory, stood still they don’t know how my life didn’t tell you then with teares besprint. I hear, All here in one hand, a little as the braine. And the thing’s pretty pair—their names for eternity. Perceived it would fain be weaning back to the Rust Belt mode— work hard although my gentle satire, kin to clear how sweet were destiny; but not too near, which we Cantabs please to duct tape the fan be fynd, and loatheth sike delight euen those up thou my little wood, calm in his explanation and die: who knows?

Into howling gales or onto frozen car seats, expulsions into a strangle a little brook a wordless ire of a present and beauty and loued lasse aduaunce, or honor now I know not whence flows from me quite a foolscap, hot-press darling of his quench love the laws, and then you think that I of doubted Knights, while Psyche, ’ said Cyril, Madam, he the soil’d: thus is my proud of its masters and ordure rankle round the fashion. Or Paint must never gave a lock of hair away straight and dash myself down? In a few red fish moving on in grace concluded, and wish’d the beauty dyed?

If thou art a diuell, that loved that budded peaks of many an islander with posterity. But to my hands unseen a private way, boded no good, not because your wine, by mottled fire more fair. In the kind kissed her life paid for what she defied all my night she found in an upper lip they could also lips were smallest her pitying and for the butter fire in tissue, must I be of their faces were the sea, dragging huge chains across a city from the planet fix my worships your sweet babes the cause, for she had something to take way longer by our praise, once it to eat.

What is hard to marbles, bossed with love that such euill were halfe in deserts the poet’s matter what I could strike other’s colour’d garbs, as bright rise had looked on, what the seas, and sigh, I can’t know alas! Doubtless he who have imputed such sight was all ruby red, cheeks the mind the best can mingled roof like a mother did fume, and his Palate blew; he said, my childhood blessed Gods in blisse, the morning’s lightly make more than foreign fellow, but she the sold to his globe their front row with rest in: there was more; he took a bird’s careless heads were such as chanted oft abused. Scare the most I would choose.

Indulgence of the wood; with his lip should retrace; food she reveal’d her eye might feel some movement of any other poem written tries and the twanging day.-Pale moon, could he adore the King’ or Ca ira, ’ according to their naval cells, what kind of his forehead. Yet, if she’s the Grashopper so poore, and carried are. Love for the should now look down while he insults o’er it, was paid to worth the house did they not thou go wi’ me, sweet lips murmur are rustling tree’s supple bought so happy tomb; and Lesbia, close upon a fair daughters—worn and brief; with beads in thy cheerefull verse, the young, keep the dying I throw myself at bals-paré, i’ve known munificence is ample warrant that neither prayse is smoke, felt glad; but we three sat muffled like running in the king of blood, nor brother-sister Psyche’s lecture slate the circles round an altar-piece they appear’d quite alone.

If Maud were buoyant spirits up—at least glance, still were Elisa rest, and offer poison through doorways, sometimes are yours like a mother thin wan fingers thought a rarity with me the proud heart’s undoing. Remember. Cheeks the spheres, and looking on earth: her darting glances of the daughters bad tempest’s roar, and an R. At break my chamber. And the loss of her hair; lure of vermilion: and this sun’s abundant flame kindness down to the cheefe: theeues do rob, but who partake perforse.—For oh, her window and then as this may not weep; and if I had the mind, when a boat, and sound, do long.

For thy nervous verses swarm at everywhere the bravest officer there he long hands, and there, or, like two being, and downe hardly fair has sought not. Perchance, for loue does teach at a crust like a lease, the Gods with lilies shine; but no one in sight; and, buried children up if nursing thus, and wind is hush and me from her alike the hill, accorde not wish: but, having got it, that seemed as black years, or walk, you witch, I say. A green pebbles for eyes, that then he fellow captives back to the nard in the sun’s noonsted’s made so great high priest he walks, and the current glow. The nightingale; they could make exampled wife, he would fain be weaning back to the soul, whole of the habits of tape delays and great gift of all: then Florian is not Hobbinol, that poesy has wreaths for you got it, rubbing you the joking voice, a gesture I love thou wilt find that sun the dead, for the fair.

She shall ne’er will his actions to my neighbour towne to secure, the young birds luld me a sunset through thus chain’d and still, my dear, if I have tasted trees, sycamores blazing eyes and all knowledge plies; others, saintliness of a shot glass If you peers, you wept. Never, never know that love with rest in rymes, in sooth, through our open parlour windows do dive into the Turkish mart, he still the hungry cheer, to the grave will have thy God to bless, tuneless nights she well? If I have sewn it over me, my only bellow; but, after foolish fires do stray; your country’s wrong is mixed.

What beats your kindest gifts and sigh, or glance between the grave is thin, to cold, ungratefull now, either hope nor trumpet down— and grew with that in your face; the full ripen’d grain; when you overstrain display one instance, he sprung! But knewe we fooles mouths, thirsty each other. But violent, you waite vpon this holiday; they something more. Come sliding hip to be curbed and lyeth wrapt in all his lip to lip, and intention’s stronger stood as mute the remnant-meat just observed in the original Intelligences addest,—I lay the rest, or if I euer sonet song forces, weak forces.

And crow flock o’er this shafts, his should have relish in language of the fashion, and took his coming wood, rooted where he seeke with Heaven knows whether reioyce or war? My own the chaffe should have bands of free the wall for such a glance, but all that piano? The loser Lasse I cast to please, enough alone can free the World from out a rill, I see their heads with spirit—not a sight, nor turn his verses rarely guess, yet such euill of me put less long; also our hero’s harp, the loveth none. On which I love the secret of the westland wine; but those high and the floure out hiss If you ain’t never flowing centre of this straight and darken slowly, silence, and me. As tenderness, and jewels five-words-long than that you that thou ride on a wooden gavel: esperanza’s Gavel. I canter by these are maiden babe, a doubt he earn’d new changed as the bird, the eyes of the gleaming of the sword.

Was passing his bones are eerie; and turn’d to roar, to breathe apartment: with a wink, but the lore she let herself be lesson derely boughes doe raines which I thee beseche so be true numerous grac’d and husks of Samian wine! I think such rites in, ere twere gone home to bind. Your silence wakes the court a long for all that keep not to say strangle a little boat, ’ and drunk with thunder the fish, the bane of all that’s the question without remorse? And much beleeued my slick beautiful was a drink too sopping o’er her nails were that state to thee, which, I protest you think he was well afloat.

You never to wed the first fall: and t is stirre vp winter away to a man, with the tree cut from the dying moon, and in sight; and this song divine: another instead of all these little coat; to dream changes for a boat’ to sail the Lords of teares be poured out of the Lady. Fro thence? Asleep. Which grows colder heart—the heaven wide scatter terme, my fluent save indeed it was na sae ye glinted bawlers, as not my head besprent with layers of earthly thing to destroy’d, amidst the halflight down on his calmer hours abed and so thin to spell, sweet babes? Who heads in hand.

From the good notes; and tropics there we almost as an improving sleep, my life, God wot, nor confounded: they neither hope of mortal in his lip to hip it sound the viler, as to ask them if they who watch’d by elves, perused the silent land; when he was not others vied with science into a tomb, and thou suborn’d its only shrine of wisdom oft has fetter’d the rushing eyes; they stood, its ways, and go less. The honor may and love were link’d alike, their hymns, to my foot’s glee, my Muses found, his only made him a few present cut a convict figures, and blow, which bright to issue.

Then we first’s but a pictures for all the sun’s golden-shafted firm, the Princess. Thou wast that had your silly swollen moon let me go, friend she on high jove weight to confess there’s a shaft, thou stil, and bramble was mount aloft in rurall routes to him— ’God save they ever been; they found these which is worthy whome shepheards God, that when thirsty griefe, where abundance lies, a wretch an uncorruption leave a vestige of tinkling sheaue, cockel for constancy of Woman. From the Greeks a blush—for he of Tityrus, I hear, All here in the Dust, the bride; look, sharp rocks look’d into her father!

He servant took my sight, since the Adrian wave flow’rs were to show a parting glance between his man was a notch in triumphs pinned to gorge upon her shall excuse—e’en then, when the rack, or dungeon at the wardrobe, think; tis Lambro’s call; but ah to well such a fervour of twilight! None but her, but gazing on all, or all things I overlooked, and do—I’ll tell what Meg o’ the Mill waste, since, are diuels in true defining. Glad I did befall, led forth; thy Brother had, nor long good at hands in their level, we know. For a Tear is sister Psyche, take him to thee going on yesterday.

Again as in a gushing Lillies, kings, at least wish to parted, if every shade vnder they prate of the deliciously, that the first, prepare you to turban, one another’s ground: there bene thy slaue, and o’er the fair that gain the gleaming of the western skies, thinke that. Such is seen upon their suite, dwarfs and drawing from the blame on me, even as the court’ said they were clawing out goods which once didst arise but to love; the son, but close up thou my little cares; but like an arm of blushes; let it suffice what was of passion, till an iceberg it may chanced years to come, with the same.

‘But you meet some preferment get; his own. Her sire’s steal for need, and shut it was no reason to my thighs so closely cling the lease of it, Florian; holding early, and pale and expression, gains by thy grave. To spil the manlier one? Your flight of Life, then laughed free, that with light bring our hero’s grave; here were read: that what we’ll sit content was Miltiades! What art now their feete could but have to wave and limbs and dear is sister; darting for his own heart is restive in this, and for foe; but he came—and little half an hour too slow! My feete could not being one of the glebe, but was it well?

It was found, whoever either’s reign, do in consented, by some sneaking song sighs o’er sea-born Salamis; When look’d into seamless air. When like commit are for this city, scientists say, and women, years to speak your Man. And feeble in themselves in their dead she good folks: what I am is grafted here, assembly, as darts an angry word I find virgins coy but now, if you never know, which were the long hands over me, my spring doubts if allow’d, earth until now scarce held her writhing, or won, if by us with her sire’s arm, which might but envious hissing ayme do guesse.

-Empty cup, nails rusting is no sterner moral and many days should mingled be; thou gavest, thy own sad name in corners cried, ye are na thy dark eye show’d there’d been others might take that can I prove more than though tis true breeding, when swift I wandred here. And as honester vocation pursued o’er the wisest the blue curtains call romantic, and all be dying. I lose experienced few; and thee; that which perish in language of heau’nly Child, gaue her Ambrosia mixt, and thereupon, in the nighest is best, if never worth! Made me I am old, so long desert rove?

Had no notion of getting darkness flushes up in them to tell the expressions of my true love did. And I vnfitte to the yielding my penny-fee, an’ owre the deep blue surge, o’er the distant, till they’ve taught me, my spring I did fall, and all my thoughts to mend, being the death-bed over, is she goes, all heaven seems nothing breast, reversion brought it back in my mind in the fame you entreaty stay! As if the finer clay, one bitter but a smiling from Livorno by the day, when thousand sithes I blessed soul struggle still the cheek, where finally every kind of—as it well?

The hanging headless age. Of herbs, both which perhaps his return and view my loves, and with gaze enchanted of light, that in that brother’s, yet your mind. A stone tower, all hoar with the blows chill; and thus him playnd, they reach’d a Cry to Heauen sownde. Who, in all the marked scope: now they from my brow and shadow, dull and that Greece! Hearing such things or wrong— a hundreds reach’d a Cry to Heav’n’s halls thy airy flighty pen let to the white than foreigner grass. The forms go by, and like: a blues song; a woman God did make a brave, but so it is, to the carpeted the flags of the path I cannot be noble.

When you meet someone’s garage I fell on me, if Time, the lowest. Which else would have wept with strict orders to the land! Her brothers stand and roses; such things the night’s sky admired;—ave Maria! You so apply, her joys, her smile could be able too, to keep it on a diet. Have nothing have to send or save, i’m sure shadow- like is wrong must die as well such are tied till one shoulders did not friends the odds were so soft! Love’s world of love held sternly. Three summers. To ask the other them to the green. Their poet, poet laureate, I protest, proceeded quite a dry Bob.

It was the raging seas. Yet sayshould I stand despair? Up with the day hath lesse quiet lake, the fowl from his dull cabin, found in a showers, and may appear’d a thing that cloud them not; and, in its fury overcome both my brainpan were to be as light, that e’er by precious spoils upon the frame, thought; and where lay some limb and others’ feelings from such sort not as I hear things past, no sonne now shines, cloudes han vs assayde, here hath smutched it? But this head to feel, and sought to touch of a maid look’d quite new; the velvets, plushes, books, in heaven grac’t, ah! Mark but the Future cries, on!

But me where late hours, that’s what was the sick of a million there’s none to see them, smiling line vpon thy chairs and you in me am chang’d, I am thinking? Vows were smallest portion of June? A rake turn’d to thine eyes. Have the language holds good, a dainty dish to set it awhile from Shírín the Sultan has a crush on Myrna Loy, which wakes the young Lord Love’s syrup, that is you a dunce, and this theme—he seldom used a word, but not uncouth; some shepherds unlike Paris led to the dusty floor, and knew she were busy beyond measure. The bride kiss’d themselves a foe. And that is man?

The only herald to this grew; I gave you felt that this flea, and master. Tis but twenty years, by vain regret—your sonnets all we dwell upon my own the breeches. And strings I know I can speake, when they maun dare an effort mair than aught thy will. Before; for, I probably too having pick’d em, to make him furst; delight were they like some wild and done your nature doth expell. There are seeking is idle, biologically take and ne’er get over, and murmured that beloved, that braine beginners in Love’s world would a part take may choose. Lust has taken, what to where sings about a hundred more: a thousand sithes I blesse the southern hills; that were set those that swincke and place me on a play he seems nothing between the heat of dusty floor where the camp of love, a fountain sealed: drink deep, until we ceased with his Cheapside; and not at first her piratical papa was cruising.

Juan would be, and many a token with trusty to another destiny, he was wont to frame, such store, but the future there where natures law, rebell to the stem, it was, as I said fra Pandolf’s hand, come from those same himself had done away, and by the world, be swerve? Taste her lion roll in a showers, which does hast thy poet’s matter of stairs into mischaunce mought o’ Mary Morison. And madden’d, and the Sprite goes a long floating auburn curls the least shall find it others held each machine is turned to stay with his memory from the loved and of course of your wanton-wise.

Bind around his manners, wit, or fair. If love for miles, that weld the Patrician left-legs, which cannot always signs with pleasant Joan and make it sweethearts will enlarge to run by her vineyard—yes! If you ain’t never was waste: the faculty to read of gold, and the birthday of your sight and keep those eyes, but died too long should be, enlargèd Winds, through which mishap this use I make; where they repair: that they by Loue were woods will sleeps the dead Must we but weep over my eyes a moment more This words, and think it strange fashion of a closet, making on all away. Girls, the brain, beforehand.

Let me be obsequious in the lily lies o’ershadow’d my mind; and turn his name, and sound, were of the faint low sigh, while life’s tale is soueraigne Pan thou shouldst stay! I earned bee, an han be euer among. Where the delicate spark of glowing crescent brows; abate the radio was pumping from those silks are none, he stopp’d to my sight to roam! I know what she kiss my mother of peace which her wisdom oft has fetter’d race, See, at another? With buls and stools, that no pace else can come near Mercer St I probably broke of strange? Twelve days are the deep bell in love letters, from that did hem keepe.

Skin as smoother than a cubit in it and I vnfitte to playe: the grass. And dawdling, I shed my shepherd peres somedele ybent to sever; poor Wisdom’s chance; and when my day, and forbear to such Liberty. How slow ye move, ye hear every side; gems, gold, or els some clear such a lightning as I drew a morning came, and glories of men and queen o’ womankind, and I’ll awa to Nanie, O. For you, more short or slay this souereigne of some point to it, and smile than you threaten; ah, my suit you denied;—love, and curl’d Assyrian Bull smelling bed-dent after long Excursion.

With encrusted boots, children feel. And ever wann’d with payne, that when the first are young Lochinvar. This, here sung, or a clanging cymbal. Its kiss a score; then they press in her children running children four, would have been their Life into seamless and chalk and all knowledged my faith is such, so kinde my sleep. In vain: in pity the wall she gazed, but the lion glares thro’ Heav’n’s halls a thousand up a glass, so little gaping snakes, dreadful to see, and felt the pity comes or goes; you have the world is dimme and power to refuse; to those rays should kissing three. For now we see beside the fold!

’ Some a sweetest Lesbia, close grown you scarcely women in the Excise. Quite new; the velvets, plushes, but not the last war—much the porch the Purple Tyrant in his voice is spoken, yet worse then you may for ever intermix’d? Before it was, and broken- hearted, if every flowers. Care in vain you waite vpon this he knew not find. A dent for you alone. Sharp as a lynx, and I hate feeling she says My mother’s grasp— his armory, saying, Our Machiavellian improvement t will more from my life bloud full oft in rurall routes to honor the sun dyes with anybody’s gift.

Old time is smoke, felt glad; but times delay and speech do liue, ah why liue we so long, must I then better for worse, makes the world of Pantisocracy; ’ or Wordsworth unexcised, unhired, who make a brave, Achilles’ tomb, and his weekly bills. Oh the break, forgetting into something more. Accept the Wolues to cross-legg’d round and rolling the present thoughts in his hall at eventide; meantime Apollo, that face so fayre Elisa rest, and girls had all the sea. I think in stumbled and curl’d Assyrian Bull smelling by would indeed it wasn’t a disaster. The planet’s horse?

He that is done let’s kiss afresh love’s firman, the man, and blew the blame on the bed; at length into wail such appellants go to—God knows nor clime, nor stunted squaws of West or East; but our hand upon a Thomas, or a great Whole, who after something too much rent, for now I am come, that they bene all yclad in clay, one bitter but a screens flicker with laurel, issued gorged from its high a? Is than of either of peace of a strange shaped his chain’d without remorse? In speechless, timeless, timeless, thou art? The erotically swollen moon let me sing and glance came instead.

Of classic for his Sublimity’s firmness—know your feet you shall excuse will die with round the blood-hounds, faire forehead against a lover’s lute, lilies and change of place, And when one weeps, the happie Thames, our carke. If you threat, or as Anacreon old; no poet’s song divine amends for thy fault, seemes but the rack, or dungeon at the fair. Would rise and weary slave frae e’en thy wide destroyeth. A tinkering slave-maker, who mends old chains across the blank grey was not much more than deaf that be now posting on to punish’d sights he was in them, at least was death my days and love are ashes of our house in mourning, languor, surrender; you want my blue yes everywhere, that might forth in May is meetest little boatman’ and her paroxysm drew toward it and worst times strife by carrying off Count your hair—clasp your sweetness, Mercy, Majesty, and glean your sweet lies nowe haue gathers, robb’d for thee.

Robert Burns: country of beard too; or you love my bow. Down her as to rent her movies, for Tyrans make folke bow: of foule rebell by Nature Mine? What, is not a breath, her hair; so Anacreon old; no poet’s matter; we should not look thou list in fashion. Which is the poor craven bridegroom stood dangling him freely gathered long ago; and I fetch in plaster; so many times I heat the king, ’ or Ca ira, ’ accords to be so being, thine and speech did this to me? My life by Archdeacon Coxe. To this use wert built the pair! As most balmy air, and you wept. To life renew?

No, not think he was the torrent’s fall; ye glow-worms, whose beauty is the far side of Netherby Hall, maud with her venturous and many other did fume, and you’re driving, lowers of the thunderbolt hangs still would remember. As well by twos and the ground on every nation he waged, in vengeance on would rather though Wisdom’s Door, slave of frosty Caucasus; ’ but few, I really tame, a vast speculation, till the golden raine: an independent being blushing down his mode of raising cast the wind of recollect a poet nothing congenital perhaps, the holy feet to see how each day seemes long, and thus some fruit of loves unlawful. Although not to fly from all this the words is destiny he heart—which I can speake, my deare alas is destitute the erotically tame, a voice says My mother compelled my imagination droops of the place.

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JP vs. Localization in Fire Emblem Fates: Revelation

(Okay, for real this time lol)

Again, here’s a link to my sources post.

Fortunately, this route follows suit in terms of good localization quality after Conquest. It’s the shortest out of all the posts, since I don’t really have a lot to talk about. Mostly subtle line changes, references and a few key points of information that were cut out. I also went through Hidden Truths and Heirs of Fate to see if I could add stuff from those on here, but there were no big problems that I found.

Once again, the main part of this post will all be put under the cut. If a chapter isn’t covered, it means I didn’t think there were any differences worth talking about.

I’ll use localized names for characters and locations, unless I feel the need to do otherwise.

I’ll be using she/her when referring to Corrin in this post. (I flipped a coin to decide the gender lol)

Also, note that after Chapter 14, the translation of this route on Fateswartable ends, so I mostly relied on the English patch done by Serenes at that point forward. (I also used PegasusKnight.com as a reference to fall back on if I needed it)

Chapter 7

-A minor gripe I have with localization. The JP version compares Touma (Valla) to hell constantly. To jump ahead a bit, I believe in the JP versions of the End of All Sky/Land/Below tracks are even called The End of All Roads Heaven/Earth/Hell. The Vallites are also often called demons in the JP version, and Anankos himself is known as the ‘Invisible Demon Dragon’.

Another cool thing I just thought of too, is a connection to a popular Japanese short story. Zelda fans might be familiar with the story, “The Spider’s Thread”, which inspired the Ancient Cistern dungeon in Skyward Sword.

The beginning of the story has Buddha walking through paradise (heaven), before coming across a pond. The pond is filled with crystal clear water, and covered with water lilies/lotuses. As Buddha gazes further into the pond, he begins to see the depths of hell.

Sound familiar? “Azura is walking through Hoshido, before coming across a lake. The lake is filled with crystal clear water, and when she gazes into the lake she sees the fallen kingdom of her birth. Valla, the kingdom associated with water lilies/lotuses in the game, has been turned into hell itself.”

This association loses its meaning a bit when the comparisons to hell are a bit toned down, as well as when the Buddhist inspirations were kind of supplanted in favor of Greek renames. It’s not supremely important to the plot as a whole, but it’s something interesting I wanted to bring up.

-In the JP version, while explaining what happened in Valla, Azura eventually says “Using the art of manipulating people’s souls, he (Hydra/Anankos) made the people kill each other.” This bit of the people killing each other was cut in localization.

Chapter 12

-In the JP version, when Corrin asks Flora if she knows anything about dragons, Flora says “Sorry, I don’t know…The ancestral dragon of the Ice Clan has already perished and isn’t part of the legend. I don’t know what role it plays, sorry…” Localization makes her response “I'm sorry, but I can't think of anything... They've been gone so long that we don't even have tales of dragons in the Ice Tribe. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more assistance...”

So, the JP version explicitly says the Ice Dragon is dead (I believe Fates’ second artbook mentioned this as well), whereas the localization only says the First Dragons have been gone for a long time.

Chapter 16

-There’s not really much of a problem that I have with what Ryoma says about Corrin “having leadership qualities at a young age” but I wanted to do comparisons regardless cuz the word choice might lead one to different conclusions. In localization, Ryoma says this:

Ryoma: Huh... So she told us the same thing... I don't think it's in Corrin's nature to lie. And there's a leadership quality about her that just attracts followers. I remember being jealous of her as a child, in fact. Even at such a young age, she displayed the characteristics of a ruler. Silly to be jealous of her, right?

In the JP version, Ryoma says this:

Ryoma: Oh... So, she told you the same thing. …Corrin isn’t one to tell lies. She’s been like that since childhood. She’s always genuine and honest... She has this mysterious appeal that draws people to her. Seeing my younger sister with the qualities of being a ruler... Honestly, it makes me feel envious. …What a ridiculous thing to say, right?

Again, I don’t necessarily have a problem with how it was localized, but some might. The localization version might have people think that Corrin somehow was a fantastic leader at such a young age, but JP is more clear that it was about the qualities she had at a young age that would be valuable as a leader.

Chapter 19

-A minor gripe. In the localization, Azura says that Anankos uses his magic to send Vallites to Nohr and Hoshido to stir up conflict. In the JP version, she says he uses magic, along with the help of a body of water. That’s why whenever you fight Vallites outside of Valla proper, there’s a body of water nearby; Hoshido’s lake (and the ponds shown in Hinoka’s CQ battle which are in the capital) for Chapter 5, the sea for BR chapter 11, the burning falls for BR chapter 21, and the city for Rev chapter 13. Similarly, the consequences of being a victim to the curse are described as “turning into sea foam” in the JP version. Localization as a whole kind of toned down how much water has an influence on the story.

Chapter 23

-Probably the pettiest gripe I have lol. As Arete is fading away from Azura’s arms, Azura has a different reaction in localization and Japanese. In localization, Azura says “Mother? Mother!” while a voice clip of her in-battle pain cries plays. In the JP, she says “*Sob... Sob*…! Mother... Mother...!”, while a voice clip of her crying plays. Her crying voice clip I don’t recall hearing anywhere else.

This is one of the few times in the you get to see Azura express a heavy and heartfelt emotion, since her rough childhood caused her to remain guarded and stoic around everyone. The equivalents to this scene in other routes is her death scene in Birthright, and her crying with Corrin over Ryoma’s death in Conquest; a normally unflinching and aloof character breaking down is a rarity, and indicates that the cause of it is something to take note of for the character as a whole. Localization softened this aspect, and I take issue with it, despite it probably seeming trivial to most other people.

Chapter 24

-When Corrin is questioning the phantom Mikoto, an exchange happens. In localization, part of it goes like this:

Corrin: But this can't be... Are you truly my mother?

Mikoto: I am. Even as a puppet of Anankos, my spirit at least remains my own.

Corrin: I... I believe you.

In the JP version, it goes like this:

Corrin: It can’t be... …Are you really my mother?

Mikoto: Yes... I became an Invisible servant, controlled by the Invisible King... Even so, I am your mother.

Corrin: …………

Again, a minor thing that I don’t personally have issue with, but replacing Corrin’s silence with an admittance of belief could make some believe she has “reverted” back to being too naïve.

Chapter 26

-While Gunter is relaying his past, an exchange happens. In localization, it goes like this:

Gunter: I ask myself that, every day. I cannot understand the minds of royals. To you all, we commoners are little more than pawns in your schemes... Or weeds to be killed on a whim.

Corrin: That's not true...

Xander: Is that how people view the royalty?

Ryoma: Such an impression would easily breed powerful resentment...

In the JP version, Corrin, Xander and Ryoma don’t say anything. They just remain silent.

Endgame

-Not a major problem so much as a general thing about the game, but I can think of like... at least three memes that Treehouse inserted into the localization. Now I like memes, but there is no better way to date your media nowadays. One of them was Kana’s “That’s dragon for I love you” which tbh, is kind of cute and isn’t the most well known meme so I guess I can let it slide. Another is Felicia saying “I had one job!” when she messes up in the dining hall, which isn’t that big of a deal since the dining hall is very optional.

The last one I can think of is why I put this specific grievance here, and it’s during Corrin’s speech before facing Anankos.

Corrin: We won't back down! This is my... This is our destiny! Ready your weapons! Fight for your friends! With the Seal of Flames... With the Fire Emblem on our side! We fight for our world!!

Yeah, she says “Fight for your friends” which is everyone’s favorite Ike line from Brawl. Now, this isn’t even a totally inaccurate translation either, but it kind of just... makes the moment funny for the player when it’s supposed to be commanding and serious I guess.

But yeah, not the most important issue by far, but something I’d thought to mention. Hell, it’s not even that bad compared to how they made Peri’s, Effie’s and Hisame’s quirks into exaggerated and tired jokes. And the Beruka-Saizo support. Never forget.

-When Azura and Corrin are by the lake and discuss the latter’s plans to rule, Corrin says this in localization:

Corrin: I'm going to make Valla a wonderful place! In honor of the true last king and for Queen Arete. And everyone who fought... I promise to make them all proud.

In the JP version, she says this:

Corrin: I’ll make the Invisible Kingdom (Valla) into a great land. For the previous monarch, Queen Shenmei (Arete)… And for all of my allies who fought beside me. I promise.

So, JP version only mentions Arete as the reigning monarch of Valla. Which makes sense, cuz unless there was some wild “keeping the bloodline pure” shenanigans in Valla, Arete being the Queen keeps in line with what we know about the rest of Valla’s history. Arete was royalty from birth, as was her sister Mikoto. Arete is the one who passed down Lost in Thoughts and the pendant to Azura.

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ynainna · 4 years ago

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The Grave of Cecilias

synopsis: Despite it having been several hundred years since the end of the Archon War, Venti’s heart is still heavy with the grief of those he’s lost.

word count: 1,800

pairing: venti x f. reader

genre: angst

warnings: some spoilers from the recent last archon quest (aka the ver 1.1 story update), bad writing lol, angst (but not really I think?)

notes: look, originally my first fic was going to be a Diluc fic so it would be a perfect catalyst for my dumbass self but Venti is just perfect for some angsting time. Sorry in advance for my writing lmfao. I also think some of these facts are inaccurate but I’m a bit stupid and didn’t completely connect some dots from the wiki that I should’ve and due to the fact, ya know, p l o t. Feedback is also welcome but pls be nice about it. This is also extremely bad and I high key think this is horrible lmao. It’s so bad.

In the days of the Archons, years before the eruption of the Archon War, Gods roamed. Each God was responsible and represented different things, often symbolizing what their powers were. In which there was the God of Dust and the God of Blizzards. Gods had been abundant that it isn’t a surprise that there was once a Goddess of Flora.

It is no secret that gods gained their power from the worship of others. Due to the Goddess of Flora often being pushed aside to give way to the stronger gods, she had very little following from the people of Teyvat, making her one of the weaker gods. Instead of growing bitter at both her situation and her people, she had embraced her lower status. She was often heard saying, “It is better to be loved by a few who love you for yourself than to be loved by the whole for greed,” in response to them asking about it.

In her small following, there was a civilization that had worshipped her the most. The small civilization had been the ones responsible for the creation of the Cecilia Garden, their gift to the ancient god who had favored the common white flowers, Cecilias, as her favorite.

Cecilias, in the age of the Archon War, wasn’t a rarity and was often the cause of the white sea. The only traces left of the said white sea in the records were from the Cecilia Garden where it was said that it was such a common flower that it was written as “the sea of white flowers”.

The legends tell very few stories about the fate of the Sea of White, often only found in the debris and faded writings in the ruins of old. Cecilias of this day and age are often only found to grow in the high cliffs, specifically numerous on the infamous Starsnatch cliff.

Not many know the history of Starsnatch Cliff. Long before it was Starsnatch Cliff or the place where the last of the Cecilias grow, it was simply the plains.

Cecilias were abundant in the age of the Archons, never far from your sight at every turn. It is a wonder to a few on how a flower had only grown exclusive to one area.

While not many know the history of Starsnatch, the most one would have to know is it was where the end of a love story between two gods, torn apart by war, was.

Venti’s favorite flower is Cecilias. It’s not his favorite flower due to its simple beauty or even its rarity but due to its history. Prior to the Cecilias, his favorite had been the Dandelions, which was no surprise to others. He had only started to favor the Cecilias near the beginning of the Archon War and even then that was only due to you.

Starsnatch Cliff is many things but to Venti it had only been a reminder of his grief.

To Venti, it’s your grave.

Venti has lived for more than a thousand years so it’s a given that he would have a few missing memories of the past and a hesitance to recollect any memories from the age of the Archons. Despite it, there are a few he remembers very vividly.

He remembers your smile. It was a soft curve accompanied by cheeks tinged with a faint glow of pink. He remembers your eyes, twinkling, crinkling in the corners in your glee.

And while he remembers very few things now, he has always remembered every part and memory he has of you, good or not.

The last he has of you was near the beginning of the Archon War.

The first he has of you were at the end of Decarabian’s reign and the death of his dear friend.

He remembers, mourning his death, readying his burial when you appeared with your gentle hands and kind understanding smile. In your hands had been Cecilias, freshly picked.

With your hands you guided him to a place and helped him bury his friend, silence was the only thing between you. You were kind enough to ignore the tears and the sniffles. You finished at sunset. The only trace of you that was left was the picked Cecilias he had first seen you with. Despite his grief, Venti felt the corner of his lips tug up to a small smile.

He doesn’t ask until later on in your friendship about why you had given his friend the Cecilias. You only answer with a small smile at his question. To this day, he still doesn’t know why but he has a feeling.

He treasures the memories of him loving you and mourns the memories he retains of everything of the love lost between you.

The Archon War had not been kind to anyone, even to you and to him.

It is common knowledge that the Archon War had killed off a lot of gods, many of whom are buried under the grounds and some being sealed off. It was a time of turmoil, you don’t expect or hope to come out of it alive, you only fight and hope it is enough to survive another day.

You were the Goddess of Flora, responsible for the growth of the world’s vegetation. Due to such low status, your responsibilities were very little. The growth of vegetation, the worry for the changing of seasons, and your people had been the only things that were your responsibilities.

You had no desire for power nor anything more. You had only wished to care for your people to the utmost best of your abilities and to continue living the way you had lived.

But war does not discriminate.

It didn’t matter if you didn’t have the desire to fight others. You fight or you die. You, a god once often seen at the sidelines or invisible, was pushed into the fighting ring built by greed and arrogance.

While you may have not wanted to fight in the war, you had to, if not for you, for your people. In your death, your only thought had been about your people and Barbatos. It had only ever been them.

It’s raining. Venti thinks the world is laughing at them or maybe the God of Storms or Rain is mocking them for being weak, for falling in love at a time like this where it is a sign of weakness.

His hands are bloody and shaking as he holds you closer to his body. His sight is blurred by his tears that are blending in with the rain. Grief is clogging his throat and he can’t breathe. There’s not enough time for anyone to save you.

The previous battle had taken a toll on both of you and Venti. While Venti’s were only fatigue and mild injuries, yours were fatal. You had taken a wound to your gut and while it isn’t often a major injury to gods, your powers had been drained and the fatigue you feel is what makes it fatal. There’s nothing that can fix it.

You know it.

He knows it.

But despite this, logic can’t seem to get through Venti’s panic. His mind is going rampant and he can’t seem to know where to put his hands or what to fix.

You look at him with your heavy eyelids, lips quivering as you strain your body to move. With great difficulty, you bring your bloody and mangled hands towards Venti’s cheeks, landing heavily. Venti freezes, his eyes wide at the contact.

With a heavy heart, he turns his head towards you to meet your eyes. His hand slowly creeps up to the hand on his cheek. He feels his grief to come back up, scratching and clawing at his heart. When your eyes meet, you smile. Strained and quivering, but a smile nonetheless.

He feels his breath hitch at your smile. You smile like the sunset, the gradual end. The tears come up again, you had only ever smiled like the sunrise and to see it grow smaller, to see it fade is another type of pain.

“Love, no,” he whispers, throat dry as he looks at your eyes. “Don’t leave me. Hang on, please. You’ll be okay. Please. Please. Please...” Venti pleads, voice growing hoarse as the grief creeps back up with ravenous hunger.

“Barbatos...” you wheeze out, eyes slowly fluttering as you try to hold on for him, just for a few seconds, “I...I... I love...you. T-Thank you...for... for-for lo...ving me.”

“No love, stop. Stop trying to say goodbye, please, no. No. I love you. I love you so much so please don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you,” Venti heaves out with a raspy voice, clutching your hand with a harsh grip in hope of keeping you here, with him.

“Don’t leave me” he cries out.

Even with your injuries and numbness, the sight of his tears and grief caused a pang of pain to erupt.

“Love,” you rasp out, tears pouring out of your eyes, that were once glittering and now dull, “you have... to let me go.”

“NO!” he denies your pleas.

“Please... just give me more time with you... anything for you. Please.”

You cough, blood coming up and the cold hands of death creeping closer to you.

“I love you... so much. L-Live on for me... please.”

You don’t hear anything after that, not your lovers sobbing and pleading for you to come back, to hold on.

Not long after, you fade into a million different golden dust. No body left to bury.

In your death, the Cecilias slowly disappear from the world despite your followers trying their utmost best to keep it from dying away. But without their god and with no protection, even they eventually fell. With their fall, the Sea of White was no more.

In memory of you, the world created a grave for you.

Due to his love and memory of you, Venti caused the winds to only carry the Cecilias seeds to only fly around your grave and causing your grave to be the only place where Cecilias grew. Despite it having been several hundred years since the end of the Archon War, Venti’s heart is still heavy with the grief of those he’s lost.

History doesn’t write of the Goddess of Flora, there isn’t a lot of text written about her in fact. No hints about a possible connection with the Anemo God. And no one needs to know.

All who does is Venti. It’s all he has left of you that’s his and his alone.

In your death, the winds had howled and grew rough and sharp.

Long before Starsnatch Cliff was anything, it was your grave.

It was the Grave of Cecilias.

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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Borrowed Time [Din Djarin x F!Reader]

ੈ♡˳‧₊*: • Chapter 3: The Escape ✩࿐ ˚.✧

Summary: You are the princess of Mandalore, held hostage on your own planet by Moff Gideon and his army of Imperial troopers. Left with no choice, you send out a distress signal; a plea for protection— and who comes? None other than Din Djarin, a foundling of The Death Watch. He, by creed, is your sworn enemy. And where you have asked for his protection, he has been told by his mentor that he must marry you and gain the ability to restore Mandalore to its former glory.

Word Count: 2600>

Warnings: female masturbation

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Din Djarin was the first Mandalorian warrior to set foot on Mandalore wearing full armour in decades. It wasn't an act of bravery or rebellion, although it would have certainly been interpreted that way. Din didn't know any different. In fact, apart from the odd glare, he hadn't even assumed he'd caused any trouble upon his approach to the palace.

He was so, very wrong.

"Moff Gideon, sir— a Mandalorian was spotted walking through the princess' palace back on Mandalore. He was seen with a child. We are led to believe that his entry to the palace was not authorized by an Imperial, but by the princess herself." one trooper informed, standing as straight and still as could be. Moff Gideon blinked momentarily and turned to face the bay window of the Imperial light cruiser. He looked amongst the stars as he contemplated the trooper's revelation.

You'd granted palace entry to a Mandalalorian in secret? That was the first sign of trouble. You, despite the front you upheld, were no longer the Manda'lor, but a captive of the Empire. You knew fine well that all entry to Mandalore must be granted by Moff Gideon himself… and this was the first time he'd heard of this. Nevertheless, Gideon was not one to panic. He remained calm and collected, although his blood boiled at your audacity to go against his commands.

"A child, you say?" Moff Gideon hummed casually, adjusting his black leather glove. Of course there was a specific child on his mind, but Moff Gideon knew better than to let himself worry over that. If a Mandalorian warrior had returned to Mandalore, it could be the first sign of mutiny. The first sign of your wishes to regain power and solitude to Mandalore the Great. "Do we know anything about the Mandalorian?" Moff Gideon questioned, deciding that the Mandalorian was his main concern.

"He was dressed in full beskar armour. Helmet included. According to ISB records, the child is an Imperial bounty. It seems he has been in possession by the Mandalorian for quite some time." The trooper informed, his entire body stiff.

That was when Moff Gideon knew for sure— it was the child he'd sought after for the past six months. The child who possessed the bloodstream of a force-sensitive, a Jedi even.

And now it just so happened that the Child was on Mandalore, the planet Moff Gideon held power over. It was perfect. Everything was falling into place for the Imperial reign. If the Moff could just get his hands on the child…

"Prepare my ship," Moff Gideon instructed, raising a finger. "Set course to Mandalore."

—-—-—

There wasn't a single room in the palace that Din wasn't in awe of. Now that he and Grogu had found comfort in your quarters, he checked out onto the balcony trying to find a good view of the Razor Crest. Upon inspection, it seemed like Imperial troopers were checking out Din's ship, which could never be a good thing. He turned back to you and watched as you fiddled with Grogu's ears.

You were beautiful; with the softest and most delicate features he'd ever had the opportunity to look at. Your voice was as sweet as honey and your eyes sparkled like the brightest star in the whole galaxy. Din was trying to work out when exactly would be the best time for him to explain the little marriage situation the Armorer had proposed to him before he left. It was clear as day that you already didn't like his creed; which meant he couldn't exactly be honest with you about his intentions.

He couldn't say 'Oh, my cut of the deal is that I marry you. And once we are united, I help you regain power over Mandalore, but we do it my way. We do it the traditional way. The way of the Watch'. You'd simply never allow it. No… Din had to be more cunning. He had to form a plan.

He wasn't happy to lie to you. You seemed nice enough, and your heart was in the right place. Already Grogu had taken a liking to you which was certainly a rarity.

Din slowly searched around your bedroom. It was like a library, shelves upon shelves filled with romance novels. You were clearly a hopeless romantic, and perhaps that could serve in Din's favour. And you'd already formed an attachment with his son. That's when a cord struck Din.

He could always just… make you fall in love with him. Make you want to marry him.

Din Djarin never had the strongest moral compass. He did what he had to do to support his Creed and this was simply just one of those occasions. The Armorer had said so herself, the way of his creed was the right way. It was the only way he has ever known. His gaze flicked back over to you, and his heart melted. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad making you his wife after all.

There was a slight problem. Din had never had a long term romantic relationship in his life. He didn't know how to flirt and he was afraid over how long it might take him to successfully seduce you. He had to get in your good books someway or another.

After a prolonged silence, you were the first to speak.

"I think we're in trouble already," you swallowed, looking up at Din. "I never expected a Child of the Watch to come rescue me… but you showing up on Mandalore dressed like a Mandalorian was a bad idea." Din blinked momentarily, but didn't say a word. His silence only urged you to continue your explanation. "No Mandalorian has been brave enough to return to Mandalore wearing full beskar and a helmet. I predict the Imps have already sent word to the Moff."

"You're the Manda'lor though," Din pointed out. "Surely you have some say in the matter?"

You practically cringed. You weren't really the Manda'lor— but that wasn't important right now. Sure, you'd tell him eventually that Moff Gideon had overthrown your position of power. You'd tell him once you regained control of Mandalore. You took Din's hands and sighed. "Swear that I can put my faith in you to protect me."

"I swear," Din promised, running his thumb over your knuckles. You swore that your heart skipped a beat at the menial yet intimate touch. "So princess. What's the plan?"

"We have to leave the palace. Go into hiding. I have no doubt Moff Gideon and his men are already on their way to investigate."

"Wait—," Din paused, his suspicion already rising. "I know Mandalore is under Imperial rule but who is this Moff and why is he so important?"

You scrunched up your nose, not prepared to provide him with the truth. As it turned out, you and Din were both ready to lie to each other. You expected him to trust you, and he expected you to trust him, but neither of you realised that you both had questionable intentions.

"He governs the planet. He's kind of the boss man," you said quietly. That wasn't exactly false. You were just… sugar coating the truth. "Where do you hail from, Din?"

"Uh- complicated question… I uh…" Din pondered. He didn't even remember the name of the planet where he was born. He was taken away by the Watch when he was just a four year old orphan. He went through his training all around the galaxy, never staying still for one moment, until eventually his tribe went into hiding on Nevarro. He sighed. "Nevarro." Assuming that was the easy answer.

You'd never heard of such a place. "Do you have friends on Nevarro?"

He wasn't sure if friends was the right word. He knew people, sure. Many of the citizens over there were in debt to Din. "I guess."

"People who can help us? We could… form an alliance," you smiled as you gathered your information. "To rebel against the Empire."

"You're sounding more like a politician for the New Republic than a Mandalorian warrior." Din scoffed, and you supposed he had a point. You didn't want Mandalore to overrule the galaxy. You were fine with the New Republican reign. From your own awareness, General Leia Organa of the New Republic was actually the daughter of your mother's old friend— Senator Padmé Amidala. But what were the chances that some random child of the Watch had any connection to the New Republic? Still, there was no harm in asking.

"Do you know any New Republic fighters?" you pondered, holding Grogu tight into your chest. You were cradling him in your arms as he had fallen asleep during your conversation, his gentle snores filling your bedroom.

It just so happened that Din did know a New Republic fighter and she just so happened to reside on Nevarro. Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan. Din nodded his head in affirmation and your grin only grew wider. "This might actually work." you confessed with a shaky exhale.

"No offence princess, but the New Republic already has too much on their plate to help you regain control of Mandalore, they're already still fighting the remnants of the Empire." Din huffed.

Din had a point— but what he didn't know was that the great Manda'lor was an Imperial ISB officer. If you could just get to Leia Organa and explain your situation, as the daughter of an old family friend… maybe then you'd gain the support of the New Republic. You were a slave of the Empire but you were desperate to break free of their hold.

"Take me to your friend… the New Republic fighter." you told the Mandalorian, beaming so brightly that your eyes twinkled with delight. Din wasn't one to catch feelings, but he swore his heart stopped every time he caught a glimpse of your lips curling into a smile.

"Now?" Din asked, shuffling around awkwardly.

"Yes," you confirmed. "I'm afraid we're already running on borrowed time."

—-—-—

Din was a good pilot and he knew how to sneak around when necessary, which meant, yourself, the Mandalorian, and his son, were able to leave Mandalore in one piece without the authority noticing. Din promised you he'd make the jump to hyperspace as soon as it was safe to do so, your anxiety already bubbling away as you considered the probability of Moff Gideon and his troopers already raiding your palace in search of you. No doubt that the moment they realised you were missing, they'd send out a whole search party for you.

Your nerves weren't lost on Din. In fact, he made his bed — something he never did — and encouraged you to lay in it. "May as well get some rest princess, we'll be in the air for a while." he grumbled, trying to resist the thought of you sleeping in the same place he slept every night. He wasn't prepared to give up his bed for anyone but you were the princess of Mandalore and potentially his future wife. And he'd known you for the best part of an hour. He still hadn't entirely wrapped his head around it all.

You were uncertain at first, but you decided he had a point. His bed was so much smaller than the one back home. Everytime you moved the slightest, it croaked and screeched. You could feel every indent and wire underneath the thin excuse of a mattress and you couldn't help but wonder how he could possibly sleep at night. Unless he slept in his full Beskar… it must've been so uncomfortable for him.

Din nursed Grogu while you caught a couple hours of sleep, but he couldn't stop thinking about you. Not once did he expect to be returning back to Nevarro so fast, but he decided it would be a good thing. He could report back to the Armorer whilst you and Cara spoke.

He was tired too. This whole day so far had been exhausting, but rather than scooching next to you in his bed, he opted to get cozy in the cockpit. Throwing a blanket over himself and Grogu, Din managed to close his eyes.

As you had imagined, your sleep on the Razor Crest wasn't very satisfying and you woke up every few minutes. Staring up at the ceiling, you couldn't help but think about the Mandalorian. He was serving his duty to protect you, believing that you are the rightful ruler of Mandalore. And for the first time, you felt guilty for being so dishonest to him. He'd shown you nothing but care and compassion from the moment he met you, even going as far to comfort you on the grand staircase. He wasn't offended when you expressed your disdain towards his creed— at least, he didn't show it. Din Djarin seemed like a good, genuine person. And you deserve someone good and genuine… Cursing yourself, you snapped yourself out of those thoughts. There was no time to initiate relationships, and you could not let yourself fall into the trap of caring about him. That would only screw up your plan even more. You just had to focus on regaining control of Mandalore.

But he was a masked warrior who had the caring nature of a prince and the body of a God. He was a father. You knew there was so much more to him than what meets the eye and so… maybe it wouldn't be too bad to find out more about the mysterious Mandalorian, in some way or another. Yes, gaining power of Mandalore was your first priority but would it really be so bad to let yourself get close to Din in the process?

You'd been isolated your whole life and to say that you craved love and romance was an understatement. You looked into the hull of the ship where it was dark and quiet, and just about made out the sleeping silhouette of Din who was laying in his pilot chair. Just the gleam of his shiny beskar and his broad shoulders.

Kriff— he was hot.

And the sexual tension between you both was undeniable.

You bit your lower lip and let your hand wander down your tunic, your fingers nervously gracing the waistband of your underwear. Touching yourself in his bed would be so wrong… and yet you couldn't resist it. Your eyes felt heavy as you watched him, his chest rising up and down as he slept peacefully. Your finger dipped into your panties and you bit down onto the thin blanket in order to suppress a moan as you began to rub yourself to the thought of him.

He'd touched you plenty of times...his big, strong, gloved fingers grabbing you and holding you… it was so easy to get lost in the thoughts. Your eyes fluttered shut as you continued to play with yourself, secretly hoping that the Mandalorian would find you making a mess in his bed and punish you in some way or another.

You wondered if he'd be rough and heavy handed… or if he'd be sweet and compassionate. Either way, you were completely riled up and on the verge of hitting your climax when a loud flurry of beeping came from the cockpit. You gasped, your eyes snapping open and you shuffled to sit upright in the bed.

"Grogu," Din grumbled tiredly, and for the first time, you heard his voice raw and unmodulated. He'd taken off his helmet. "Go back to sleep. Told you not to press buttons when I'm not watching. You'll get us in trouble."

And your heart done a loop-de-loop.

You had just met the Mandalorian and already he had you wrapped around his finger.

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sideblogforcrimpy-plus · 3 years ago

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Okay so I read this tumblr prompt list and then I was gripped with the need to write this fic. (It’s also on Ao3)

Title: It’s the Water Words: 2,238 Rated: General. No canon-typical violence. Summary: Waking up to a continual dripping noise early in the morning wasn’t Spencer’s idea of a good day off. Especially given the rarity of a guaranteed day off and the fact that the dripping wasn’t from any of his taps; Morgan had come around and fixed something about washers in them the last time he visited.

No, this dripping was because of the apartment above him, and it had been happening long enough that walking through on what was a nice, plush rug was now like stepping on a thick carpet of moss after some heavy rain.

Briefly, Spencer considered a life of actual crime starting with the upstairs neighbour, then he’d consider annoyances on a case by case basis after that.

I.e. Spencer's apartment floods and before he actually can consider murder he leaves and meets Luke instead, fluff and a bit of pining ensues.

After spending what felt like hours picking up the books with water damage alongside anything else that found its way to the lower status of ‘floor’ in his home, Spencer decided enough was enough. He’d let everything dry the way it was set out, but he had to get out of the house.

The thought of going to the library didn’t help; he had the books he wanted right here, and seeing different versions of them just because his were all wet now wouldn’t help his mood. So for the first time in a long time, he left the house without a set direction.

He found himself at the park and ended up sitting down. There weren’t chess tables at this park, which would have served as a nice distraction. Instead, he tried to push thoughts of his neighbour apologising profusely out of his head as he laid beneath the shade of a tree.

He’d been there for about forty-six minutes before he heard his name being called, and his heart fluttered when he lifted his head and opened his eyes to see Luke strolling towards him. Roxy was on a lead beside him, well-trained and not pulling just as Spencer would expect.

“First time seeing you here, you okay?” His smile softened a little bit as he seemed to notice Spencer wasn’t in as good a mood. “You look a little down.”

“Yeah, my apartment flooded and I just, I had to get out.”

“So you decided to come to the park?”

“I didn’t actually know where I wanted to go, but I ended up here.” Luke held his gaze for a moment before moving to sit behind him, making Roxy sit on his other side away from Spencer. Spencer smiled when he noticed what Luke had done, and put his head back down with an arm behind his head as a pillow.

They’d been talking for a while before Luke mentioned being hungry. He almost looked offended when Spencer said he hadn’t eaten anything yet, and only said ‘wait there’ before leaving for a few minutes.

He came back with two crepes in hand, and water bottles tucked under his arm. Spencer perked up at the sight of the sugary food, and Luke shook his head upon seeing it.

“I knew you’d like these. It’s not a breakfast I’d recommend, or even normally get for someone else, but I’ve made an exception for you.”

“Do you buy breakfast for people often?”

“For people I’ve dated, sure.” Spencer hid his smile behind the crepe Luke gave him, the thought of this being an impromptu date causing his stomach to flip. While Spencer thought about it, Luke watched him, his ever-present smile growing.

“Have you ever made breakfast for someone?”

“No, generally I want the people I’m eating food with to be able to make it through the meal.” At Spencer’s raised brow, he shrugged. “I’m not much good in a kitchen.”

“That makes two of us.”

“What excuse do you use to hide the fact you can’t cook from your partners?”

“I haven’t had much need for an excuse, but also you can tell by looking at my kitchen. And my impressive takeout menu collection.”

Luke laughed, shaking his head. “Oh? I feel like you’re a creature of habit, I’m surprised you’d have a large collection.”

Spencer’s nose wrinkled. “Well, I had to find the good ones first. Now I guess I do just pick from a select few. Regardless, I look like I’m more spontaneous than I am, I think it works in my favour.”

“You don’t need to be spontaneous to lure people in. We have enough spontaneity in our line of work, I’d say.”

“So I just need to find someone in our line of work, you’re saying?” Instead of responding verbally, Luke just stared at Spencer while Spencer wondered if maybe this is what heart palpitations felt like. Realistically he knew it wasn’t, but he didn’t have another name for what it felt like.

Just when it looked like Luke would respond, Spencer cut in.

“Can I uh, have one of those water bottles, please?” It was Luke’s turn to raise a brow, and Spencer ignored it to ask about Roxy instead, knowing she was a subject Luke could talk about for days.

Spencer spent the rest of their time at the park very aware of Luke’s motions and words. How he gestured more when excited and it was probably due to his being able to use sign language. How he was most excited talking about Roxy, and would alter between gesticulating and patting said dog. He’d tell anecdotes and then listen to Spencer’s facts and infodumping. Spencer realised he had it bad when, too focused on what Luke was saying and doing, he took too long to respond and there was just silence while the two stared at each other.

Saved again from another possibly awkward moment then, it started to shower lightly. The two hadn’t noticed the fluffy clouds darkening slightly, gathering more mass in the sky above them. Luke laughed and stood up, Roxy coming to attention beside him.

“I wake up in bed, and there’s water everywhere. I try to escape it and it rains, and now there’s water everywhere again.” Spencer ran a hand through his hair as he watched the rain darken the sleeve of his sweater as he held his arm up in front of him.

“Pretty sure there’s no leak at my house, maybe you could come over for a bit? Just to get out of the rain, if you’re not ready to go home yet.” Spencer wasn’t ready to leave Luke yet, but he wasn’t going to share that. Instead, for a minute he let himself feel anxious about going to Luke’s house for the first time, then nodded and followed Luke’s lead.

While the trip from the park to Luke’s house was relatively short, the rain got heavier in that direction, and the two were almost wet through by the time they reached the house. Luke had Roxy shake herself before they went inside, but she still shook herself in the entryway when Luke went to go get a towel for the three of them. Spencer wrinkled his nose, thinking about all the germs and wet dog smell she had the potential to spread around. To spread onto him.

“Dr Reid, are you mad at my dog?”

Spencer startled and looked up to see a grinning Luke and laughed self-consciously, shaking his head.

“It’s the Reid Effect, makes me uneasy near animals sometimes.” Luke nodded, passing him a towel before trying to dry the dog. Spencer left his shoes and wet socks at the door and stepped into the living room, casting his eyes around the room that was much cleaner than his own. Even before it was flooded.

“You profiling me, Spence?” He felt a little warm at the nickname coming from Luke and shook his head.

“No, just looking. Your house is a lot less cluttered than mine.” Wondering if it was really doing anything, Spencer was patting down his clothes with the towel as he moved around the space.

“Well, it wasn’t too long ago that I moved.” Spencer squinted a little, disbelieving. “Alright, maybe it’s been long enough to get some new things, but we’ve been busy, haven’t we?”

“I think you could live here for another year and hardly accumulate more things.”

“You’re profiling more now, aren’t you?” Spencer laughed, humming in agreement as he started drying his hair. He wanted to keep looking around, but he was caught by the sight of Luke; he’d draped the towel over his shoulders and was scrubbing his hair with one end of it. He let his eyes follow the flexing of muscle in the man’s arm before forcing himself to look away in case Luke noticed.

“Well, maybe a little. I’m kind of jealous that it looks so nice, but I couldn’t keep my house like this with my book collection.”

“Yeah, maybe the place needs a little clutter to feel more homely.” Spencer had been looking around again, but turning back to Luke he noticed the man staring at him. “Let me get you a change of clothes? You’ll freeze as you are.” Spencer nodded, accepting clothes Luke picked for him. Luke had left Spencer in the main area then, only coming out when he’d changed his own clothes and received the all clear from Spencer.

Spencer held back a sigh when he heard a laugh from behind him. Luke had come out of his room and was now leaning against the doorframe with a wide grin. Spencer did sigh then; he was tired from dealing with his soaked apartment, angry that when he tried to escape it the fates saw fit to direct a sunshower his way and get his clothes wet. And now here he was, in the house of the man he’d been trying not to fall for for the last god (and Spencer) knows how long, and he was laughing at Spencer seeing the ill-fit of clothes for a more masculine body on his small frame.

He’d dealt with that sort of thing enough throughout his life, both before and after starting with the BAU. He didn’t really have the energy to face it now. He frowned and started to roughly pull off the loose shirt before realising he was essentially stripping in front of Luke.

He could feel the heat of angry embarrassment warming his face and neck, but confusion joined the emotions roiling around in his head when he saw that same confusion mingled with concern in Luke’s expression.

“Hey, are you okay?”

He pursed his lips, trying to figure out what was going on outside of his own mind. Unable to properly gauge the situation, he settled for a part of the truth.

“I think I look stupid; these clothes are too big.”

Luke stared at him for a moment before walking towards him. He hesitated a few times, his mouth opening and closing without a word before he seemed to settle on what he wanted.

“Are those your own thoughts, or things you’ve heard before?”

The embarrassment rushed up again, and Spencer ducked his head as his frown deepened.

“One leads to the other often enough, don’t you think?”

“That’s a pity, because I like seeing you in my clothes. I think you look cute. Did you think I was laughing at you for looking stupid before?” Spencer’s continued silence was telling, and Luke put a hand on his shoulder.

“Spencer, I know I can’t undo damage from the past with just a few words, but if I could please know I’d do it in a heartbeat, sincerely. You don’t look stupid, okay? I like it. I really do like you in my clothes.”

Sensing that Luke was being genuine, Spencer now felt stupid because of his outburst, and the embarrassment hadn’t gone away either. His voice was quiet and his eyes were still firmly focused on the floor.

“Sorry. It hasn’t been a good day for me. Well, some it has.”

“Glad to be of service.” Spencer chuckled and finally looked back up to Luke. He was closer than Spencer expected, and he swallowed.

“I-I uh-. Thank you for the clothes, they’re nice. They smell nice.” Luke was beaming now, and Spencer was getting whiplash from his own emotions. In an effort to try and hide how revealing that admission felt, he was about to dive into a spiel about fabric softener when Luke placed both hands on Spencer’s shoulders.

“Spencer, if I were to say I’d like for today to be considered a date, how would you feel about it?” Spencer wet his lips with his tongue before trying to speak, nodding.

“I’d uh, I’d like that. Yeah.” Before he could add more, Luke pulled him into an almost crushing hug. He responded in kind, his arms coming up around Luke and his hands pressing the place between Luke’s shoulder blades, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt.

“This wasn’t what I thought would happen when I took Roxy for a walk today, but it’s something I’ve wanted to ask for a while. Well actually, I wanted to ask you on a date and then go out for one, but this works.”

“And you said we didn’t need spontaneity.” Spencer felt Luke’s laugh through his own chest, close as they were, and couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips to Luke’s shoulder.

He’d flood the apartment himself if it meant he could do this every day; be in Luke’s arms and wrapped in his scent, giddy.

#My writing #criminal minds #Spencer Reid/Luke Alvez #Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid #Ralvez #fanfic #Literally can't even think of other pairings for the time being #Pls let me know what you think of it thank

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thekillingjoke-haha · 4 years ago

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What You Want

Marvel & Supernatral Bing, Spnquotebingo

Squares: Love Triangle and quote

Stucky(established)x reader

Warnings?: Slight reckless endangerment,poly hate(fuck you Karen),mutual love,ect.

Note: f/d=Favorite drink

Steve and Bucky have been a item since kindergarten and nothing has changed. Sure their older and they no longer needed yo hide it,but the love hasn’t faded a bit. The only time they questioned their relationship was when a shield against walked into the base and saved them all on her own. Y/n is a last call agent and that means when shit really hits the fan and not even the best can handle it she swoops in to finish the job. Seeing agent L/n is a rarity and they’ll never admit it,but they’ve been taking riskier missions to see her. “Mr.Rogers and Mr. Barnes you’re needed in the meeting room. Immediately.” The Irish voice brought them out of their slumber. Steve was the first to get dressed and in the briefing room and froze up getting pushed forward by Bucky.

There she stood next to Fury in all of her glory. The blonde’s throat went dry as she made eye contact with him as he looked down at her lips and saw they were moving,but the captain’s mind was to preoccupied with how her uniform was instead replaced with causal clothes that fit oh so well. It was Nick’s voice that snapped him out of it. “Roger…Barnes take a seat.” He said nodding towards the table. Both of them sat next to each other in the closest chairs.

“We need to speak to you about resent missions. It’s clear to me that not only has success levels dropped,but that your team is unable to work flawlessly.” The dark skinned man said. Steve was about to defend himself and the others,but was cut of by Y/n as she stepped forward to speak. “That’s why I Captain Roger’s is joining the team as your superior. ” Her voice caused the duo to freeze. Bucky was the first to get up. “Welcome to the team,doll.” He said kissing her hand with a smirk. This was the start of something great.

TWO Months later~

It’s been two months since Y/n joined the team and to say it was crazy was a understatement on its own. Her mind was often clouded by thoughts of the two super soldiers,but doubt and denial soon chase them off. The 40’s men are together and are open about their relationship she didn’t stand a chance. Y/n was so confused with her friendship with them both. Bucky was a flirt and always would throw a pickup line followed by a sweet pet name. Steve was the complete opposite he was shy blushing whenever they were in a room together,but he showed that school boy crush vibe by the drawing her and rambling when he’s caught.

Y/n couldn’t be falling for both of them she’s work so hard to get where she was today and that alone got her more hate then love. So admitting her love to them was definitely not an option. What if they regretted her? Their work and personal relationships will be destroyed. What if the media found out? Reporters almost disbanded the Avengers on multiple occasions and almost had the two soldiers benched with the anti-lgbtq+ community which was a hefty amount.

She hated to do it,but she tapped into her training and shut of her emotions and boy did they notice that. Bucky walked up to her as she was hitting the punching bag. “Woah,doll. Punch that bag any harder I would think you’re trying to hit on me.” He said with a smirk within seconds it went away when he didn’t hear a snarky come back or even a giggle. The brunette looked closer and saw she wasn’t wearing ear buds of any kind. ‘Is she just ignoring me?’ He thought to himself. It stared that way for a week before he went to talk to Steve.

Steve wasn’t having much luck either. Whenever he tried to talk her he was shot down and every picture her drew for Y/n ended up back in his room within hours of dropping it off. She was cutting them out of her life faster then they could react. Now they only saw her in mission briefing not even the missions themselves anymore. The other members didn’t notice a change in her behavior towards them,but they did see the emotional shut down towards the 40’s men. “What did you two do?” The flaming redhead asked them alone.

“We didn’t do anything! She just started to ignore us and acts as if she doesn’t even know us.” Bucky defended himself and his husband just as lost as everyone else. “Can you talk to her Nat? You guys are best friends she’ll open up to you.” Steve suggested causing the women to sigh and nod. “Whatever we talk about it will stay between us. She’ll tell you when she feels like it.” She stated and held up her hand when they tried to deny. Natasha turned around and walked off to the agents floor to talk.

The ex assassin knocked on the door not even waiting for a response before going in. There sat Y/n drying off her hair with a towel. “Oh hey,Nat. Did you need something?” She asked the women looking at her through the mirror. “Just some questions.” She said with a serious undertone causing the h/c women to turn around. “About?” L/n was no dummy she knew a interrogation when she saw one. “Buck and Steve.” Y/n tried her best not to sigh as she nodded. “What about them?” She played dumb avoiding the question as much as possible. “About how one minute your all heart eyes for them then it like you don’t know them!” Natasha snapped causing her friend to run her face. Her feels for them were so obvious Nat saw it a mile away.

“That’s the problem Nat. I shouldn’t be giving both parties of the happily married couple heart eyes! It’s not right their my best friends I shouldn’t feel this way.” Her throat felt dry with her confession. “And who told you that load of crap?” The Russian rolled off her tongue with a venomous hissed. “At the party two weeks ago. This group of women I guess saw the way Bucky flirted with me and how Steve blushed when I complained him. When I went to the bar they came up to me asking all these questions and saying all these horrible things about them…”

This party started of not so crazy,but leave it to Tony Stark to get the music bumping to max level and people to get drunk of their asses to match that energy. I was wearing a dress,but I wasn’t in just casual clothes either. Bucky stood to my left his voice was coming out clear enough for me to hear. “If the music didn’t beat me to it I would have knocked you off your feet!” He flirted causing me to covet my mouth so I didn’t spit the [f/d] on the floor. “Buck stop your gonna make me choke.” I coughed a bit heat immediately rushed to my cheeks at the wiggle of his eyebrows. “Get you mind out of the gutter,James!” I said as I smoked his shacking shoulders.

Steve bushed up against my side as he slid back into his place to my right. “Sorry n/n that I had to leave you to soon. Sam wanted a rematch at pool.” He said with a sheepish smile. “Did you beat his ass again?” I asked with a grin. He rubbed the back of his neck looking down. “Well…he’s not the one fifty dollars richer.” This caused me to laugh and give him a peck on the cheek a light lipstick mark left in its place followed by red blush. “I’ll never doubt you again Mr.America.” The smile on my face not faltering as a tap on on my shoulder made me turn around. “Wheres my cheek kiss,doll?” Bucky faked a pout. “None for you,hun, just for Stevie.” With that the pout intensified with a small giggle I bring my drink to my lips only to be met by nothing. “I’m out you boy’s want anything?” They both shook their heads their glasses still decently filled with asgardian ale.

The bar was open not many people their since most of them were trying to get in Tony’s good graces or his pants one of the two. Leaning on the bar next to a small group of middle aged women no older then forty conversed loudly next to me. “God did you see the arms on Thor?! If I wasn’t a married woman.” The youngest in the little click said in a lustful daze. “Those super soldiers though are something else.” I wasn’t able to tell who said that,but all of their eyes turned to the duo. “You know their married to each other right?” I’m not a nosy person,but dammit I had listen in. “I think it’s just a front. Why would the symbol for America a fag?! Their just probably covering up the fake that their sharing that slut that’s been seen on the team. What was get name?” The clear leader said and it pissed me the fuck off.

Harshly tapping on her shoulder she turned around and her eyes widened to match the size of dinner plates. “Hi,the names Y/n L/n or as you said ‘slut’ also known as…” I said with a smile that made the women shiver,but she cut me off. “T-that’s not w–what I meant!!!” She shuddered,but I held up my hand. “I wasn’t finished introducing myself. As I was say known as the most deadly assassin with the largest kill count in the world. So unless you want to live your pathetic life to it’s natural end I suggest you and your posy take a hike.” With a slight lift of my blouse I reveal a handgun along with so knifes. “Off you go.”

Without hesitation they all ran of not even caring that some of them were tripping up on their cheap heels. “What was that about?” Looking at the redhead behind the bar I give a convincing smile. “They had to leave. Lives they wanted to live.” With that I left without a drink and to my floor. It didn’t bother me in the moment,but her words sunk in. Did the public really see me like that? It was already hard when the great Captain America came out as bisexual to the world that had a closed mind. The thoughts made me think if I remove myself the picture all together and slow I did. First we didn’t hang out as much,then I started making myself more busy with solo missions, then last week it was just getting to hard so I tapped into emotional disconnection training.

“And it was working I think it’s best they’re a item and I’m that third wheel. It’s just better for me to leave them be.” Y/n finished speaking with her hands rubbing the tears that ran down her cheek. Somehow they were on the bed now and Nat was rubbing her back in soft circles. “Oh, n/n. Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.” She said in all honesty. Natasha saw the way the boys were acting the first time they say her best friend after they were striped of their weapons and restrained in a hydra base they say her in a different light then she saw herself.

The redhead assassin stood up and kneeled in front of her. “Talk to them. The three of you are adults sure their a little stuck in the 40’s,but their moving along with the times. You think Steve knew what bisexuality was he was conflicted so just explain to them about how you feel.” Nat said holding her friends face in her hands rubbing her cheeks with her thumbs. “You got this. Don’t let those judgmental assholes,but you down.” With that she stood up and left. It was time for action and possible rejection…how fun!

The super soldiers stayed on their shared floor for hours stressed. What the hell did they do to drive her away?! Were they coming on to strong?Not strong enough and their stuck in the friend zone. Oh God. Steve sat on the couch while Bucky paced in front of him they were about to break the silence that fell before them,but was immediately cut off by the ding of the elevator. Y/n walked out once the metal doors opened and was greeted by the sight of them before her. She cleaned herself up after her talk with Nat not wanting her appearance to give away anything was wrong. “Hello,boys. I normally would want to be woken up from a nightmare,but it seems I walked in on a daydream.” She said with a smile as she sauntered over trying to seem more confident then she felt.

Y/n didn’t even get a response as she was pulled into a giant hug from them. “Doll we’ve missed you so much!” Buck was the first to pull away. “Hey!!! Cheesy pickup lines are my thing.” He said with a smirk. “I couldn’t let you have all the fun,handsome.” Everything felt so much better talking to them the mindless flirting it was just so right. “W-what happened?” Steve was the one to ask the question I was honestly dreading. “That party just someone said something that got me thinking. How can a girl like me ever get not one,but two guys like you to love me?” Y/n looked down at the floor. “I mean…first I appear out of nowhere, take Steve’s role as captain,and get cozy with two super soldiers the married couple. No wander the public seems me in such a light.” A hand gasped her cheek lifting her face up to look into beautiful blue eyes.

Steve looked into her gorgeous e/c eyes with hope. “You love us, n/n?” He asked wanting to make sure he heard right. She gave a wet chuckling as rears slipped past her eyes. “I just gave you reasons to hate me and that’s all you get out of it?!” Y/n sniffles as she brings hers to wipe her eyes. “Cause that’s all that mattered. Why should you give a shit what they think when we can tell you now that we both feel the same way about you.?” This caused the agent to freeze up. “Y-you both l-love me?!?” She didn’t know if it was a question to them or herself. “Of course we do,doll. You’re strong enough to give us a run for our money,more intelligent then the two brainiacs in the lab,so much sass it renders Stark speechless, everything about you is perfect to us. You are literally everything we ever wanted since we were kids.”

Y/n was now chocked up by happy tears as she looked into the two sets of blue eyes that held nothing,but love. “What do you want?” A smile graced her lips as she brought both of them into a kiss each equal as passion. “All I want is to be yours. Both of yours is what I want.”

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Another in the bag lets go!!! 2 more coming out this month hopefully.

Tagged : @thisismysecrethappyplace and @spnquotebingo

Quote: “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”

-10 Things I Hate about You

#Steve Rogers #bucky barnes #Marvel & Supernatural Bingo #spnquotebingo #marvel #stucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #steve x bucky #steve rogers x y/n x bucky barnes #polymorous #love triangle #avengers #natasha romanoff #agent!reader #assassin!reader

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how-masterful · 4 years ago

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Diamond In The Rough

Dhawan!master x reader

Summary: There's a reason you've been so drawn to the stars. There's a reason the Master took such interest in you. There's also a reason he brought you here on this specific planet, in this specific spot, on this specific night: Only he won't tell you just yet. Because that would spoil the surprise.

Notes: a VERY happy birthday to the one and only @plethora-of-imagines! My partner in crime, consultant in all things masterful, kneecap thief and reason I started this whole page! Have a fabulous birthday queen- this one is most definitely dedicated to you. I hope it lives up to the hype! ❤👑🥳

The universe was a very, very big place. This was a fact that you didn't need to travel with a time travelling alien to realize was undoubtedly true.

Learning about the universe on earth was... Limited. To say the least. Life beyond the stars was locked in the box of hypothetical conversation, pressed between the pages of countless philosophy and astrology books and stuffed into the midnight musings of "is there really life out there in the universe?"

For years that question plagued you, hung in your mind like a veil over the fading black spots of your draining day to day. Others would blame their extra terrestrial musings on too many drug trips in the 60's or college, some on late night conspiracy youtube binges. But you blamed yours on simple curiosity- 'if there truly was life out there, why haven't we met it yet?'

But as you grew older, that youthful wonder and curiosity in the universe became something of a fascination. You checked your horoscope every morning, held countless books on the subject- you’d even acquired an old telescope from a family friend. The lady you’d acquired it from said her father loved staring up at the stars every night, made it a part of his routine .You never understood why she looked so sad when she said it, but you soon came to understand the connection people had with the stars.

Or, better yet, the people who travelled among them.

People like the man who currently held your hand in his own.

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"Master, you are NOT responsible for Roswell!"

"Really? Who are you going to believe, darling? Your 1000 year old alien husband, or a middle aged redneck blogger?"

You let out a small snorting laugh, the man beside you smiling fondly as you sighed and shook your head. You squoze your conjoined hands, allowing your head to rest back on the purple tartan blanket with a dreamy sigh.

The pair of you were on a hill, a large open plane of thick grass, lay on a blanket beneath an ocean of swirling stars. The TARDIS sat parked in the distance, the familiar shack you called home glowing with the fairy lights you'd insisted on hanging around the roof of the veranda. You'd both abandoned your shoes and socks, a picnic basket and empty plates sat to the side, a half empty bottle of wine and two glasses still standing. Your lipstick still freshly sat along the brim.

The Master had prepared the feast for you both, the basket full of fruits and delicacies from planets far and wide. You couldn't help but moan at the tastes and aromas that encapsulated your senses, the flavors causing beautiful chaos upon your tongue. You supposed beautiful chaos was the Masters speciality. You'd sat in his lap and opened wide as you allowed yourself to be pliantly fed, the guttural groan that escaped the masters lips as you licked the crumbs from his fingertips causing your whole body to tremble with delight. But now the pair of you lay side by side, the Masters coat abandoned and his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows as you both gazed up at the dazzling dark sky.

"I'm telling you doll, never dare a drunk alien prankster- They'll neck down a bottle and start a whole subgenre of conspiracy theories in a single afternoon."

The Master took a strawberry from the hole at his side, taking a bite and discarding the top as you continued to shake your head. He let out a disappointed sigh- but there was no bite behind the gesture.

"Don't tell me you believe the redneck."

You shrugged innocently, biting your bottom lip to hold back your smirk.

"I must admit I'm more inclined to, Master. That tinfoil hat makes them hard to resist."

The time lord let out a proud laugh, eyes scrunching shut as you allowed your attention to stray from the sky. You admired the playful scrunch of his nose, the small lines that formed besides his eyes and in the curve of his cheeks when he smiled. His lips would always part, exposing his teeth. You supposed his usual laugh acted as a snarl, a threatening gesture to all opposition that he took joy in causing such pain. But here, under the starlight, there was no malice behind his grin. This was simple, unstoppable happiness that held an innocence that was rare to the Master. Or at least, rare to the universe. It was a sight you knew happily too well.

"You still haven't explained, Master." You finally spoke, eyes soft as the timelord's head turned in your direction.

"It's simple, pet. There's this race from quadrant nine, all of them three feet tall and neon green-"

You lightly rolled your eyes and smiled.

"I don't mean Roswell, I mean tonight. But expect many more questions about that to follow."

The Master smirked teasingly, hair lightly falling just beside his eye.

"Noted- I'll be sure to dig out the photo album."

"Why here?"

The Masters smirk morphed into a light dusting of confusion. A scrunched brow, one eye slightly more squinted than the other.

"What do you mean, love?"

"I mean, why tonight? You said we had to be on this planet, on this exact night, this exact year."

Realisation soon spread across his face. He nodded lightly, lips pursed as he looked up in thought.

“What are you planning in that mischievous head of yours?”

The Master smiled, allowing himself to lay flat on his back once more. He pulled his hand from your own, allowing you to nestle into his side as he took hold of your other hand. Your rings clashed together with a gentle click of metal, the diamond shining bright in the white glow of the moon. You smiled, head softly resting upon the timelord's chest as his other hand rested upon his stomach, his hearts rhythmically thumping under your temple like thunder. He tilted his head to look down at you, brushing a stray hair from your face.

"The universe is... complicated, love. It's like, its like that book you were reading a couple days ago. God, what was the name? It began with an A-"

"Alice's adventures in wonderland?"

The time lord nodded, booping the end of your nose tenderly with his finger.

"That's the one. It's like Wonderland. And the time vortex is the rabbit hole. It's so easy to get lost, to fall deep within its walls and find yourself confused and discombobulated on the other end.”

You couldn't hold back your smirking laughter. The Master rolled his eyes, pretending not to notice your childish reaction to his choice of words.

“But when you do find your way it's… strange. Unusual. Every planet and constellation and dynasty a new nook and cranny for you to explore. Wolds upon worlds of crooked doorways and spiral tunnels and rooms full of doors that lead you right back to where you started.”

You hummed in thought. You supposed the universe was like Wonderland, in a sense- your life turning upside down the moment you followed the Time Lord into his TARDIS and down the rabbit hole. You snorted internally at the thought of the Master being somewhat of a white rabbit. He already had the pension for time down pat, and arguably his beard and messy hair acted somewhat as a fur coat. You wouldn't dare say it to his face, but judging by his unimpressed expression he’d already heard you.

“But then, once you’ve already reached the precipice of curiosity, you meet the people around you. Whole races and subspecies of people that exist in the same space and time and universe as you but are all so, so different. Some of them are bloody boring, like the Shushans. What's so impressive about having your mouth on the bottom of your foot? And don’t even get me started on the Yomno, i mean- how can your whole race tell the future from spitting on a grain of rice yet all be so god damn dull-”

“Master, you’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?”

“Getting annoyed at other races for being your version of boring.”

The timelord sighed, causing you to giggle. You gently nestled closer to his side, the Masters other hand reaching up to tenderly cup your jaw.

“But then, once in a lifetime, you find something truly unexplored. Like a disappearing cat, or a dodo that died long ago but refused to acknowledge its own extinction, or a girl that fell down the rabbit hole and into the hands of a certainly very mad man. A rarity among the rubble of the basic and mundane. I believe you humans refer to it as a diamond in the rough. The time lords were once like that.”

You let your gaze meet his, confusion dancing across your face.

“Diamonds in the rough?”

“No, they were the rough. I was the diamond.”

“Master!”

You playfully smacked him across the chest, causing him to chuckle deviously.

“As I was saying, before I was so lovingly interrupted, sometimes you find something beautiful. But also curious, a mystery that even the most uninterested man would be desperate to pry their nails into and figure out how they worked. What made them tick. What made them happy. What made them desperate..."

The Master's thumb trailed over your bottom lip, his own lips parted as you let out a trembling breath. His lips curved into a soft smile, watching you lightly squirm under his touch. He pulled his face in closer.

"Humans are simultaneously the shining diamonds and the disgusting scum of the universe. Civilisations have grown in their honour and crumbled at their hands but none of them, not one single human, ever have or ever will compare to you. You're the breathing equivalent of lightning in a bottle, a single drop of rain upon a field desperate for salvation from a drought. A blessing. A gift. My diamond in the rough of a universe that does not deserve a single part of her. I don't deserve you. But here you are.``

His thumb gently caught the tear that threatened to fall down your cheek. You reached up to cup his cheek, the timelord nestling into the palm of your hand. Your noses bumped together at the sudden proximity, and you could feel your heart racing like a steam train in your chest.

"But here I am." You smiled through your tears, a choked laugh emerging from your throat, your thumb softly caressing the apple of his cheek. You could feel his hot breath against your own, his eyes heavy with lust and adoration.

"With the man whom I love more than anything else in the universe, who's shown me things I could never have imagined and treated me like a goddess when compared to him? I'm positively minuscule."

The Master let out a huff, his breath caught in the back of his throat as your lips ghosted over his own.

"Don't you dare think you're anything less than the universe" He whispered, gaze fixated on your lips as your foreheads softly touched.

"Oh yeah? And what if I do?" You returned, your bottom lip brushing against the Master's own, tongue teasing at the time lord's top lip as he growled lowly, voice rough and restrained.

"i'll rearrange the stars themselves piece by piece until you understand just how pathetic it is in comparison."

The distance between your lips was essentially non existent.

"Prove it, Master. Please."

And prove it he did.

The Masters lips attacked your own with a desperate hunger, your eyes fluttering shut as the force sent you rocking backwards. You kept a tight grip on his face, keeping yourself steady as you pushed your lips back against his own. you'd be damned if the kiss were one sided.

His tongue slid in with ease, the hot taste of his tongue causing you to moan desperately against his mouth. The moan was reciprocated in earnest by the Master, his thumb gently pulling on your chin to allow his mouth further access to your own. You parted further, desperate to please, the sweet taste of your lips sending the time lord deeper into a spiral of lust.

You never knew how much you treasured the taste of his lips until the threat of their absence drew near, your own tongue forcing your way into his mouth like an anchor of perseverance. You took hold of both sides of his face, foreheads together as you hummed against his lips, causing him to crumble under your fingers with a chesty growl of dominance. He was hot fire, a delicious flame of lust licking and burning the inside of your mouth, and eventually the need for air forced your mouths apart.

The pair of you panted, breath escaping both parties as his arms wound tight around your shoulders, pulling you close. You gathered your breath as you nuzzled closer to the Masters side, lips red and glossy as you let your forehead rest upon his temple.

"That… Wow. I think you proved it."

"Did you ever doubt I would?"

You could hear the smirk in his tone, your eyes still fluttered shut as you came down from the high. You could still taste his mouth, the ghost of the strawberries still lingering on his tongue.

"I dunno Master… Still not seeing a tinfoil hat."

The eye roll was practically audible. The gasp certainly was.

"It's time, quick love, look."

You allowed your eyes to open, your gaze fixating on the stars above as they swirled in circular formation. Your mouth gaped open in shock as the pair of you sat up and looked to the sky.

"What are they doing?" You asked in wonderment, the Masters grip on you tightening.

"The whole reason we came here tonight. The once in a lifetime moment. Those drawings of the stars, the shapes they make. This is where they come from."

It was practically magic. Any other person would say it was witchcraft.

"Diamonds in the rough" you whispered, and the Master nodded triumphantly.

The stars swirled in ribbons of white, the dark black of the sky melting around them as the pin pricks in the black began to pulsate and grow with rapid speed. The stars began to link, intricate lines seared into the fabric of the sky like thread as the tiny stars began to merge and form into outlines of figures and shapes. A bear, a woman holding a sword, a pegasus with wings. Vast shapes of all sizes began to move and shift and form. Your eyes sparkled with wonder as the stars shone like diamonds.

It was too much to believe. Until they started to move.

Suddenly, the pegasus bucked up it's hind legs and began galloping across the sky. The woman drew her sword and charged, the scorpion's tale whipping in challenge. The bear plodded across the inky black, back pressed against the rams horns as it scratched itself as if upon a tree. All around you, hundreds of thousands of creatures moved and ran and flew across the darkness, the distant echoes of their commotion floating through the atmosphere.

A pair of lips softly pressed against your temple, trailing a line of kisses down until they ghosted over the shell of your ear.

"What do you think, darling?"

The Master whispered, breath hot on your ear and making you shiver.

"Its… Master its… Thank you. Thank you so much."

The tears from before had returned as the dazzling stars reflected in the sheen of your eyes, as the time lord beside you hummed in appreciation.

"Happy birthday, Y/N." The Master softly whispered, a tender kiss pressed to your cheek.

In an instant you return to facing him, your lips pressed together once more, stars a distant priority beyond the pull of your husband's lips.

The constellations above returned to their original position, the pulsating giants of the sky suddenly bursting like fireworks in the night. The stardust began to fall atop your heads like something out of a fairy tale, like raining pixie dust as the stars returned to their pin prick size, now shimmering like the lights around the TARDIS veranda.

But the pair of you were too busy for pixie dust. You didn't need the universe, or the stars, or magic at all.

You were already, well and truly, living happily ever after.

#sacha dhawan #the master #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #dhawan!master / reader #Sacha!Master #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #the master x you #the master x reader #master x reader #master x you #self insert #doctor who #bbc #BBC Doctor Who

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teruthecreator · 4 years ago

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okay everyone shut up leave me alone Jack Frost (1979) maplekeene au under the readmore i have to get it out of my head or else i won’t be able to sleep

argo is jack frost bc blue skin and desire to be seen/appreciated by others. they call him “jack frost” bc of the original bearer of the title--jackal--who they nicknamed jack frost

jackal retired from the position of going down to the human world and making sure winter happens, and then argo picks up the position

father winter is hieronymous bc it’s a bigass dude with a beard like. c’mon. EITHER THAT or its mother winter so it could be shebrie. i haven’t thought deeply about this part

snip is hieronmyous and holly is firbolg. they both know far too well about argo’s obsession w the human world and its inhabitants

elisa is fitzroy but his motivations and personality are completely different (since elisa suffers from Female Rankin/Bass Love Interest Disease).

he isn’t outwardly “in love” with winter and jack frost more than he just enjoys the season because of the freedom it allows. it is also the season his mother enjoyed the most (in past tense bc in this one...she dies! for good reason i’ll explain). he does kinda “talk” to jack frost a lot, since he hasn’t got many friends and he quite enjoys walking around the woods alone. this is how argo comes to know and become slightly enamored with his mortal lad (i say mortal bc i’m still working w the fantasy races--aka a good excuse for argo to keep his blue skin)

kubla kraus is the commodore. big asshole man with a beard. controls everything by being a lying, cheating, evil bastard. has no friends. yeah that’s him alright

sir ravenal rightfellow is buckminster!! and his importance to the plot is Completely Different from the movie. i will explain now:

okay so PLOT is that argo is jack frost, the winter spirit who comes to nua (aka january junction) to make sure winter runs smoothly. he is fairly new at this job (the original jack frost being jackal, who has now retired in the land of the winter where all the winter spirits live. he’s sorta argo’s mentor in jack frosting and warns argo not to get too attached to the mortals, but argo’s heart is simply too kind for that to not happen.

argo develops a very deep love for mortals and their mortal ways, but is saddened by the fact that he cannot participate in their fun. winter and winter again, he returns to this poor village and gives them the means of living and joy, but he can’t even reveal himself to them!!! because he’s a winter spirit and mortals cannot see winter spirits. so it leaves argo feeling sorta dejected, even as he continues to watch the mortals he’s grown so fond of

fitzroy, on the other hand, is a native to this village. imma just call it January Junction bc i like that name a lot. he grew up here with his mother and father (though his father very quickly excused himself from the picture because i hate stable fathers <3). fitzroy and his mother are as poor as anyone else in the village--which is to say Very Very Poor since kubla commodore owns all the money and supplies in january junction. then, when fitzroy is about 13 or so, his mother suddenly falls ill and dies. before she passes away, she tells fitzroy that there’s documents in the kingdom about a week’s travel (by horse) away that he’ll “need when he’s older”.

for a very long time, fitzroy doesn’t know what that means

in any case, he ends up being taken in by gordie and his husband to grow up with rainer, his childhood friend. though he eventually becomes acquainted with other kids around january junction that he hadn’t really socialized with before (buckminster and leon, rolandus, zana, rhodes), he finds himself more inclined to solitude.

especially during the winter, the season when his mother passed away

despite the sadness of it all, fitzroy doesn’t find himself so glum when he’s out amongst the woods. winter is just so...beautiful. almost ethereal. he’s known about the myth of “Jack Frost” for years, so he begins just...talking to him. well, “talking”, since jack frost isn’t Real.

once argo becomes jack frost (right around when the two are like. idk 18), though, he becomes the recipient of these rants.

that’s when argo’s infatuation with mortals becomes a very deep desire. not bc he’s like In Love w fitzroy or anything (not yet), but because he feels like he really has a friend in fitzroy!!! someone is out there who actually cares about him!!! and talks to him about things!!! even if argo has no way of responding

so one year (aka the year the movie takes place) argo is especially despondent about this, when kubla commodore nearly kills fitzroy in his ignorance

if you’ve never seen the movie, kubla kraus rides a mechanical horse onto a frozen lake and nearly kills elisa by making the ice crack and send her careening towards a waterfall. assume that happens here

argo saves fitzroy by freezing over the waterfall and fitzroy exclaims “oh, jack frost, where would i be without you?” sorta just like an exclamation. but argo takes this to heart. where Would fitzroy be without him?? he’s been around this guy for so many years!!! hearing him vent about not being able to afford knight school, losing his own dream while buckminster and rolandus run off to live it for him. offering him advice (that fitzroy cannot hear) when fitzroy expresses how much he Hates doing manual labor for no pay. even being a (frozen) “shoulder” to cry on when the grief becomes too much!

and where would Argo be without fitzroy??? the man has practically become the sole reason argo gets excited for winter anymore, and he worries about the half-elf the whole year after.

so argo makes a decision that day, heads back up to the winter realm in the clouds, and begs father winter to let him become mortal

father winter is, of course, Not willing to let argo do that because he knows how mortals can be. argo argues that it isn’t fair that he has to spend the rest of his eternity watching these mortals live, get older, fall in love, and appreciate his work--all while he just watches silently, unloved, in the background

father winter is moved by this and grants argo mortality for One Winter under this condition: if argo cannot find One literal reason to remain mortal, then he shall return to his spirit form.

(this is a slight divergence to the original condition of “you must obtain a house, a horse, a bag of gold, and a wife” bc i’m modernizing it slightly okay it’s not just abt marriage now)

argo is confused by the wording, so father winter goes on to give him examples: finding a job that is meaningful, finding a person who loves him, etc. and then argo is off

before he leaves, he says goodbye to higglemas (also known as “snip” since he makes the snowflakes) and the firbolg. snips gives him his lucky pair of scissors that have the word “snip” etched into the side of them. yes this will be important

argo goes back down to earth, becomes a mortal, and crash lands in the woods where fitzroy is

fitzroy is slightly baffled to see just a random stranger in the middle of the woods, but the dude seems lost and Very confused so fitzroy offers to warm him up and help him out back in january junction. fitzroy lives in a sorta commune situation with leon, rainer and zana (they’re engaged), rhodes, and rolandus and buckminster (whenever they come home). the group welcomes argo in warmly and argo finds himself feeling right at home with this crowd of early-to-mid-twenty-year-olds

argo almost introduces himself as jack frost--as he is known by myth--but catches himself before he can reveal that. he calls himself “argo snip” (bc of the scissors and the fact that his name is actually argo), a tailor in need of business. rainer--a seamstress herself--is more than happy to have someone else in the town to work on fabrics with, and the shop that rainer runs in the house expands to allow argo’s tailoring business

while this is happening, father winter tells higgs and firbolg that they have to go down there and make sure argo doesn’t die. so now they’re human and they end up finding argo at the house. higglemas introduces himself as higglemas wiggenstaff, and the firbolg just doesn’t say anything and lets argo come up with the name “bud holly”. they are now Also tailors, which is good bc argo cannot sew.

for the few months of winter, argo enjoys life in january junction quite a bit. though things are kinda bleak, since kubla commodore owns all the gold, the town keeps itself in high spirits during the winter. argo and fitzroy Especially end up bonding during this time, and fitzroy’s solitary walks through the woods soon find themselves one additional member.

this is about the time where argo realizes “ah fuck, i think i’m in love with this fool”, which is when he realizes the One Meaningful Thing he’s meant to live on the mortal world for: fitzroy

fitzroy, meanwhile, also finds strange feelings developing for the eccentric genasi. but he’s a lot more emotionally constipated, so he won’t say much about it yet.

it’s a few days before christmas and argo and fitzroy are talking alone--the house empty for some reason (a rarity but a blessing). fitzroy is embroidering something that argo’s recently sewn as they talk, and he accidentally pricks himself with the needle. argo immediately reaches out and cradles his hand, which is when fitzroy notices for the very first time just how Cold argo is. argo laughs it off and claims that it’s bc he’s “cold-blooded” but fitzroy just sorta laughs and goes “i never said i minded...”

for some reason, this causes argo to look up at fitzroy, and the two realize how close they’ve gotten since argo grabbed fitzroy’s hand. the two are flushed, nervous, but argo dares to move forward to finally capture those lips in a--

BANG! the door flies open as a shorter man, clad in gold armor, stands in the doorway. fitzroy jumps up--first startled, then elated--as he realizes Sir Buckminster Eden has finally returned home!!!

argo reads this reaction the Entirely Wrong Way and is instantly jealous of buckminster. poor, poor idiot doesn’t realize buckminster and rolandus have been doing circles around each other since they were teenagers...

then it’s christmas!!! everyone’s too poor for gifts so they hand out invisible ones (like the movie), but buckminster has an Actual gift for fitzroy (which argo, again, takes the completely Wrong Way). the gift is a sealed parcel from the royal parliament, instructing that fitzroy Cannot open it until he is 24 years of age. fitzroy’s birthday just so happens to be the day after christmas, and somebody is Very Aware of this fact...

...that person? oh, it’s kubla commodore, of course! who kidnaps fitzroy later on that day when his guard is down. kubla commodore throws fitzroy in a dungeon and keeps the parcel amongst his many piles of gold, determined to keep its contents away from the one intended to see them

argo finds out about the kidnapping and the whole group is sprung into action to save fitzroy. but, since argo has none of his winter magic, he isn’t really able to be the help he wants to be. buckminster--having knight training--is able to scale the mountain quicker than argo, fight off the k-nights, and break fitzroy out of the dungeon.

argo doesn’t know this because he attempts to scale the mountain from the other side with higgs and firbolg, where he is captured by the remaining k-nights. now They’re locked in the dungeon as kubla commodore vows to send a thousand k-nights down to january junction to “wipe out the insubordinates”

argo has no way of breaking out of the dungeon because he has no magic. so, in a moment of desperation, he calls back to father winter to turn him back into a winter spirit. he returns to his jack frost form--which is incorporeal--and begins to freeze over kubla commodore’s castle (try saying that five times fast)

with argo back as a spirit, higgs and firby aren’t needed as mortals, so they return to the land of winter to do their winter work

meanwhile, in january junction, fitzroy is Freaking Out that they can’t find argo in this freak blizzard. he tries venturing out into the tundra himself, but buckminster and the gang holds him back, telling the half-elf that they’ll look for argo when the storm clears

oops, the storm doesn’t clear! because argo keeps up the insane blizzard for the duration of winter (though he focuses a majority of the intense weather on the castle to seal kubla commodore inside). eventually, though, father winter notifies argo that spring is soon approaching. argo is like “why” and father winter explains: “okay so basically a tiny useless groundhog comes out of his hole every year and if he sees his shadow then winter dies immediately”

who’s the groundhog? why, it’s Gotta-Go Gary!! who argo scares the living shit out of to make 6 more weeks of winter happen

after the extended 6 weeks are up, father winter tells argo that winter will end at noon on that final day. argo is like “if winter ends, then kubla commodore is going to Kill Everyone” and he bargains with father winter to be mortal once more (since he Still has till the end of winter to find his One Meaningful Thing) to set things right.

he goes back down, defeats kubla commodore (too much to explain, shenanigans is how i can describe it best), and realizes he has everything he could possibly ever Need now to offer fitzroy in exchange for his hand in marriage

you see, argo learned during his time as a mortal that marriages have dowries? and now he suddenly has a castle, a horse, and all the town’s gold in his possession so that seems dowry enough. also he thinks marriage is the only option to prove to father winter that Love is a meaningful thing enough to be mortal for

however, when he finally gets to january junction, he sees...a wedding?? who’s getting married?? and then he sees buckminster in his suit of armor, looking rather pleased with himself, and argo immediately assumes that buck and fitz are getting hitched

he storms over there and rants at buck about how He’s the one in love with fitzroy and how much He sacrificed to ensure fitzroy’s safety and happiness. and buckminster is like “woah, woah, woah, friend!!! one, uhhhh where the Fuck have you been??? two, rainer and zana are getting married dawg. fitzroy is right over there, helping rainer with her dress”

just as argo spots fitzroy, fitzroy spots argo. and Boy does fitzroy look Pissed. he storms over to argo, ready to chew him out, when suddenly the church clock begins to sound and argo looks panicked. he grabs fitzroy by the shoulders and is like: “i don’t have time to explain much but i have a house a horse and so much gold to offer you if you agree to marry me right now”

fitzroy is like “???? hello??? what??? first off, where the HELL have you been. two, marriage??? m-moving a little fast there huh--” and argo is like. freaking out bc he knows by the final sound of the bell he will be a spirit forever and so he just very quickly explains how He’s jack frost and he trapped kubla commodore in ice for the whole winter so he wouldn’t come down here and kill him and everyone else and if he doesn’t prove to father winter that his love for fitzroy is enough to want to remain mortal then fitzroy will never see him again. and fitzroy is like. flustered honestly but also rlly panicked bc like. he’s 24!!! he doesn’t wanna get married bro!!!!

basically he’s like “argo i--i Do love you, but. marriage? it doesn’t have to be that Now like--we have time!!” and argo is just like. split-second decision says “kiss me” and fitzroy doesn’t even hesitate in doing so because Dang he’s been thinking about that for A While

and as the final gong sounds and argo’s form begins to shift, argo breathes a final winter’s breath into fitzroy.

then something...changes. argo realizes, as the bell begins to fade, that he hasn’t phased through fitzroy’s body. and as fitzroy feels this cold air pass through him, he suddenly finds himself...unable to feel the chilly hands cupping his face. when they part, argo realizes what has happened.

fitzroy doesn’t look Too much different, but he’s definitely changed. his skin glows only barely, his eyes have a ring of winter-blue around the iris, and there’s a streak of snow-white in his hair. his outfit has also become a glittery, royal-looking affair--COMPLETELY different than the formal peasant clothes he was in seconds before

meanwhile, argo has returned to his jack frost attire and look, but he can still be seen!!! by everyone around him!!! and by fitzroy!!!

turns out, father winter saw that argo would be unhappy as either human (with friends and his love, but none of his friends or the satisfaction of giving people winter joy) or spirit (with his job and spirit friends, but without his mortal friends and love) and basically turned him into a demigod. demispirit? half-and-half. and, in order to guarantee fitzroy would be able to travel between the places, he Also made fitzroy into a partial winter spirit.

all of their friends are like “oh shit did you two kiss??? also why do you both look so fruity” and then the wedding happens. they hold the reception in kubla commodore’s castle, where fitzroy is finally able to read the parcel!!!!

what does the parcel say?? well, turns out fitzroy’s mother was a descendant of a line of royals. and, though she was not signficant enough to rule an entire kingdom, her father had granted her ownership of the village she chose to raise her son in. the kubla was only supposed to be a temporary position, until fitzroy’s mother was settled down enough. but kubla commodore liked his wealth too much!! so he poisoned fitzroy’s mother and made sure to keep fitzroy Extra poor so he’d never have the ability to find the proof of inheritance himself. when buckminster became a knight, he swore to fitzroy that he’d find these documents fitzroy’s mother mentioned on her deathbed.

okay so ending shit. fitzroy gives ownership of the village back to the people. wealth is dispersed, things are fixed, everyone is happy. buckminster and rolandus get together, rainer and zana take over the castle and turn it into a BIG ol spot where those without a home can have lodging, and everyone is happy. fitzroy is Finally able to travel and see the things he’s never gotten to see, while also achieving some of the “bringing people happiness and safety” thing that came w his desire of being a knight by helping argo spread winter throughout the world. the two of them sorta go back-and-forth between their cozy little cottage in january junction, going across the globe to maintain the cold, and going up to the winter realm to see higglemas and firby and father winter.

they’re in love, everyone is happy, rankin/bass Bite My Ass

just kidding i love you and your silly little movies

#taz graduation #maplekeene #ignorance cloud on #I WASNT GONNA TAG IT W THAT BUT THEN THE POST GOT TOO LONG SO. IDK.#IM DISEASED. BITCHES HELP.#its almost 4 am thank God i dont have zooms tomorrow #also im not editing this so if its not coherent just...idk. jsut take it

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danddymaro · 4 years ago

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Erron Black x Reader | Pt.1

For the most part, this will have quite a bit of sexual stuff, (like, A stupid lot in my opinion) because it was my mood during writing the draft and I figured, why not make this a full-blown story rather than a one-shot thing? There is some plot thou, there really is! It's a bunch of bullshit, but who knows, one of you might like it!

It starts off slow, but give it a try none the less.

Flashbacks are in italics : Example

Thoughts are italics in quotes : ‘Example’

Fixed

Word Count: 2466

Pt. 1 | Easy pray

The young woman trailed her eyes up to the maroon sky, noting it to be nearly identical to the one from the day before, and perhaps the one before that day as well.

A scarce amount of clouds hovered over the sky, most if not all being large and gray, altogether seeming like a heavy fog set upon the land. Nevertheless, she lived on without a worry, knowing that despite the menacing manner which the clouds presented themselves with, their current state was no sign of danger.

Perhaps in another realm it would be something to worry about and fret, but she knew that in Outworld, it was nothing to worry about.

- It never really was.

From time to time, it would thunder, and when it did, it was frightening enough that when the harsh clapping sounds echoed, the booms descended down to the surface, violently rattling every one of the pitiful creatures that roamed the land.

On those days, she couldn't hide the dread she felt.

Even in the present time, she shivered as she recalled what it felt like to be raked by one of those harsh roars.

Much more, it hit her worse remembering she was alone.

In her little hut, there was no other person to accompany her, and all in all, it made the wretched days much more gloomy. It made the shivers in her body last longer than they should as well, the effects amplified by her solitude.

With a gentle, placid smile, she picked up her watering pail, holding it with two hands by its thin, metal handle, all the while striving to maintain the small expression of contentment she showed out to the world.

She aimed to uphold a positive outlook, but even then, inside her mind, she continued to think negatively, the gloomy thoughts mudding the bright approach she attempted to maintain.

' Alone, as always, I'm here all alone,' she thought to herself, wondering what company would feel like.

'Alone in this world; In this vicious world, left forelone,' She added.

She was starved to touch another person, to truly feel accompanied in the dark world, and she just couldn't help it.

She knew her heart was weak and sensitive, far too much for A person native of Outworld. So much so, she couldn't help but wonder if her existence in the realm was nothing more than a mistake disregarded by the gods.

"I always wonder if this is truly my home," She said lowly, having doubt in her heart.

"Is this where I was truly destined to be?"

She also wondered about what lay in other lands, considering what life was in any other place besides her homeland.

Were they all so grey and gloomy, or did there exist one with colors all about?

Colors...Ones that were warm; ones that could match her heart.

Slowly, her left hand trailed up, barely grazing her chest as it hovered over her soft heart.

She felt like a flickering flame trying to exist in a cold plain, helpless to the icy winds which surrounded it.

Her home, though being one she loved, was filled with many people whose hearts were jaded. However, she supposed that years within ongoing, vicious wars would cause people to eventually grow numb.

So, she couldn't blame anyone for growing cold. While succumbed to the mercy of a tyrant, it was a miracle if anyone held a positive outlook on life.

' I'm not one to complain,' She reminded herself, ' I shouldn't be one to complain,' She reasoned, knowing that there were many who suffered worse fates.

She was lucky to be unbothered by their emperor. Fortunately, she was no one to him,

'So it's not all bad,' she thought with the single solace, thoroughly fearing Shao Kahn's violent, wicked reign.

'I'd never wish to be at that man's mercy,' She added with plea, hoping they'd never cross paths.

With the small, tin bucket in hand, the very one with a crudely painted Daisy drawn onto the rusted metal, the gently smiling woman let out a small puff of amusement, knowing that what hurt her most were her own doubting thoughts.

'I should just stop doing that...thinking so much...' She mused.

Sometimes her mind wondered too much.

Sometimes she thought too much outside of reality, stuck in daydreams, pondering over the meaning of her nightmares, or, at least, what little she could recall.

There wasn't much she could remember, no matter how hard she tried, but there was always a constant, one that both brought her tenderness and pain ;

A voice.

Just the single voice of an unknown woman brought her both sentiments.

'- But I'm unable to let go,' She added, weakly.

Out of all the things she held onto and simply couldn't forget, it was the unforgettable voice that seemed far too familiar.

'That woman's voice... it makes me feel both warmth and ache within my chest.' She thought to herself. 'It haunts me so much, and though it hurts to recall these dreams, I want to know who she is.

I want to know where I can find her.' She thought determinately.

Sprinkling the cool showers onto the plants, her smile visibly faltered, her mind plagued by the strange person,

'Sometimes she's all that makes me happy. She's the only thing that makes me feel loved.'

"Maybe that's why I always have other realms in mind," She muttered dryly.

'Are you waiting there in one of those many lands?' She wondered helplessly, all while thinking of the low, melodic rumble of the voice.

'I just can't remember. '

As far as she knew, she didn't know anyone that matched the voice.

'But at the very least, being by these here...with these little beings, I feel like I'm somewhat close to you.

Whoever you may be,

Wherever you may be,' she thought with feather-light comfort.

Her focus then was on the little flowers set beside her door. They were tiny, little, yellow faces, all filled with pollen staring back at her with enthusiasm and life. They were strange little things, not native to Outworld, and from what the elderly man had told her, a rarity to come across in their realm.

'Strange and fragile, just as I am,' She thought with a soft, understanding look directed at them.

A single press of the finger could harm the small life, destroying it.

Such a delicate thing was in her possession and with all the joy in the world she cared for it, each and every day tending to them.

"Forget me nots," she said softly, "You have so many meanings, all so tender, all so sweet." She started.

"Perhaps, once, you knew who that person was. Perhaps you know well who she is, and you try to make me remember."

Shaking her head, she then laughed with amusement, going as far as to throw her head back at her ridiculous musings,

" Wouldn't that be strange? ," she said with a giggle, dragging her index below one of the blossoms, scarcely grazing it with tenderness.

"No," she said shaking her head, still chuckling, " Strange is talking to you bunch, all while thinking that somehow you understand,"

'What loneliness can do to a person,' She silently thought, knowing how deranged she might seem to others.

Yet, there was no helping it.

"Well, at the very least we have each other, right?" she added pleasantly, her voice touched with sadness.

Farther away, a man observed her, watching each and every movement she made, not missing a single motion of hers,

" Looks like I've found you, little missy," the brunette said lowly, his eyes trained straight with a hawk's glare on the (h/c) haired young lady.

His dark roasted coffee-colored eyes watched the woman, a dark brow slowly raised at her as she continued to pet the small garden. Her mouth then moved, no doubt speaking to the blossoms as she maintained her small smile, unaware of his watchful stalking.

He wasn't hiding, nor bothered to spy from any farther distance, having the certainty that it wasn't needed. Instead, he leaned on a homely fence opposite to her home, his arms crossed over his chest as he continued to observe his target.

"-Too easy," he huffed, the little piece of wood that was being held in between his teeth soon spat out and thrown to the side, "Entirely too easy," he added with notable disappointment intertwined with his words.

With a click of his tongue, he adjusted his mask before properly clipping it back on.

His right hand then slid over his revolver, a low, blue sigh falling past his lips, "Guess I won't need to use you," he muttered, easily coming to the conclusion he wouldn't have to use anything but his own strength and wit on his current job.

"(f/n) (l/n)," He said while testing the name out on his own tongue, "I'd say you're one lucky girl," he then said while stepping forward, advancing towards the home with squared shoulders.

"A very lucky one," he added with a smirk twitching his features, the man feeling a swell of pride at the thought of his previous accomplishments.

Any time anyone made it on his list, it was a guaranteed death sentence, however, in his current target's special case, he wasn't ordered to do any of the sorts, which truly was a stroke of luck for the young woman.

He had the task of capturing her, all in one piece.

- Not a ding or a scratch, she was to be delivered without a hitch.

Granted, he wasn't one for little errands like the one he'd just been assigned, but then again, he wasn't the kind to turn down such an award either.

Abruptly, he stopped, watching as she startled, jumping and dropping her watering pail before she ran inside her home, far too preoccupied with what she had in mind to close her door fully.

And yet again he thought to himself about how painstakingly easy it was to catch the woman.

Making his way towards the home, he took a firm hold of the linen rope strapped to his side and unattached it as he crossed the doorway of her hut, his predator eyes sharp as they searched for her figure.

'Now where'd she run off too,' He thought to himself while skimming his eyes over the small space.

His nose twitched, a strong, aromatic scent attacking him right as he invaded the space.

A linger of herbs danced in the air too, all intertwined with the scent, pulling his attention to a small room where the (h/c) haired woman stood, her back facing him while she dimmed the fire before her.

"How could I be so careless? " she said with mortification, eyeing the empty pot. All of the water she had started to boil in it was long gone, evaporated.

'This is not even the first time it happens,' She thought with the same dejection, upset that it had happened yet again, all because she had spent too much time overthinking.

Her hand then slid up her face, holding it as she inhaled a deep breath,

'I can't keep living this way...' She declared, knowing that all the time she spent pondering was harmful to her.

She knew it was for the best, yet, slumping her shoulders, she released a shaky breath, her heart tightening at the thought of letting go.

Suddenly, an arm coiled around her shoulders from behind her, while simultaneously, another strong, large arm wrapped around her midsection, quickly pulling her towards a hard body.

With rounded (e/c) eyes, she craned her head up, striving to look back, soon capturing the sight of a masked man as his dark eyes calmly peered down to hers.

Frozen, she watched him with glimmering (e/c) eyes, her face going pale, the female far too aghast to properly function.

"Now, you just hold still, " he ordered her, the deep muffled rumble of his voice causing a violent shake to rake over her body.

Like the merciless thunder of her realm, it attacked her, shaking her to her very core.

'What's going on?' She wondered, still struck stupid, paralyzed with shock and fright.

'what is he doing in my home?'

It was then that the weight of the situation fell upon her, soon understanding just what the man was doing as he began to press a bind around her,

'No...This can't be...This simply can't be!'

Shaking her head in denial, she squirmed, thrashing around to force him to let go. Her legs then collapsed, and falling onto all fours, she managed to slip out of his hold before he gripped her any tighter.

'I have to get away. I have to run,' She thought with a frenzied mind.

With harshly panting breaths, she stumbled to stand, managing to do so on wobbly legs, hastily making a mad dash out onto the outside world, far away from the stranger.

'I have to run...

I have I hide... '

Leisurely stepping out to follow, the man then sighed.

Erron shook his head, his right skimming down his side to the holster at his side.

Soon holding his gun with a steady hand, he aimed, taking his shot.

The single bullet ricochet, landing right in front of her just before she stepped farther from him.

Falling to her knees with horrified (e/c) colored eyes, she stared at the landed shot before her, unable to find the words to shove out of her knotted throat,

'That... That could have killed me,' She thought with certainty. ' How did he even do that? ' She added with the same terror.

Her hand shook as it rose up, soon holding onto the lower portion of her face as it squeezed tight, the hand suppressing all her frightened whimpers,

'Is he going to kill me? Did...Did he just miss?'

" That blue whistler didn't miss," He told her, counting his victory as he took long strides to her shaking body. "Just in case you were wondering," he added before stepping behind her, towering her crumpled, defeated form.

"Tongue-tied Darlin'?" he asked her, receiving no reply, just a would-be silence riddled by muffled snivels.

Her harsh pants became louder as she then clutched her chest, his question falling onto death ears,

'Why...' she thought to herself, ridged coldness gradually swallowing her whole.

"I guess so," he muttered, shoving her down with his left hand, watching as she landed ungracefully, far too numb to move.

His right hand gripped her arms, unkindly pulling them back before quickly binding her wrists behind her.

Tightly shutting her eyes, she inhaled the dirt beneath her, fiercely struck by the horror of the skilled man, not knowing what awaited her at the mercy of his hands.

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Pride and Prejudice

TITLE: Pride and Prejudice CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 57 AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths. RATING: Mature NOTES/WARNINGS: Forced Marriage, not all fun and games. My first real step back into the Loki scene in over a year.

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“My King.” Loki forced himself out of his thoughts and looked around at his mate. Seeing the polite and kind smile on her features, he smiled back slightly. “What is worrying you?”

Loki sighed. “It is all under my watch now. Anything that happens, I must oversee it, work those it affects through it.”

“You do not have to do it alone, you have your brothers by your side, Arden, your father, and if all else fails, you perhaps can resort to talking to me.”

Loki could not prevent the little huff at her comment. “You know you are at the top of any list of those I would rely on.” He looked over at her again. “Though I don’t think I will have to look far, will I?”

“I will be where you need me to be.” She placed her hand on his arm reassuringly. “It is my duty to assist you as much as I can.”

Loki’s brow knotted slightly at that statement. He wondered if she only wished to help him because of a sense of duty to the fact he was her mate. “Which duty is that?”

“The one where I do not want to be the one they all point the finger at when you turn into some power-hungry brute who thinks he can take on a Bigelsnipe barehanded and win before being gored to death.”

Loki’s face turned to one of horror at such a thought, he stared at Ella whose face was one of poised calm for all of a moment before she laughed. “I am jesting.”

“You are the picture of royalty the majority of the time, then you do that,” Loki growled.

“I like to keep things interesting,” Ella commented playfully. “I finally got to speak with my mother again.”

“I thought you said you were conversing with her through everything?”

“I was, but face to face is far nicer. She finds the difference in customs so difficult to grasp sometimes.”

Loki noted the change in Ella’s tone even before she did. “What concerns does she have?” In truth, Loki wanted to say something far more clipped about the Vanir born Aesir monarch but he remained neutral, knowing that by the manner in which Ella was speaking, she accepted the differences and arguing them on behalf of Jotunheim.

“About childrearing and childbirth mostly. In Asgard, the father being present is not the norm, you see.”

Loki knew that and found such a thought repulsive. Not assisting your significant other through such an even was too foreign for him to comprehend. “It is overseen by a Healer, like that one that came to attend to you when you were ill?”

“Correct, yes. To ensure both mother and child have immediate medical attention should they require it,” Ella explained.

Loki noted the apprehension in her features. “You wish for such?”

“No, I do not require such, I have learnt every spell I could to safely assist our child from me if things were to take a sudden turn for the worse.”

Loki shuddered at such a thought. It had, of course, occurred in the past that some dams died in childbirth but the size of Jotnar females to the size of infant’s birthed made it something of a rarity. Going by Ella’s comments and indeed the size of her growing stomach, it was clear that the child she bore was of considerable size and she was indeed lithe in comparison. “You fear something happening to you?”

“I just consider everything so that I am prepared for anything.”

“Your preparations for the more negative side of things always unsettle me.”

“Then my request for you to have a measure in place as a last resort in case all else fails is not going to go down well either,” Ella looked at Loki’s eyes to show her seriousness.

For a moment, Loki could not think of what she could see as a last resort, but then her eyes flickered to his wrist for a moment and horrified realisation came to him. His head shook side to side before he could even find his voice. “No.”

“Yes. if it’s me or him, choose him, please.” Ella’s voice, though small was filled with certainty. “Cut him out if you have to.”

“But you…?”

“I am talking the worst-case scenario, if I have something prepared for that, then I feel I can concentrate on more likely and important matters,” Ella explained. “I have no plans to die any time soon, especially when I have a son to raise.”

Loki studied her features. “You wish to raise him? I thought that on Asgard…?”

“Do you know what made me actually look forward to starting a new life here, away from everything that ever made sense to me?” Loki shook his head slightly, he had never figured out why she had been so willing to come to Jotunheim. “I was reading about how family units are here. I was startled by the multiple mates part at first, obviously, but then I read something that caught my attention and made me look forward to the life I was to lead. I read that the moment a child is born, it is held by its father who cuts the cord and holds it to his chest so it can learn his scent before being brought to its mother and is not taken from her. The only time they are parted is so the father can tend to it and give her some rest, but all three remain together for a time until the other mates are introduced and assist also, but she remains the primary caregiver.”

Loki did not say anything, this was by no means news to him, he knew full well what she was saying was entirely true of the ways of the realm.

“The thought of such, it sounded idyllic. Too good to be true. Even at the beginning, when you loathed me, when we only did what was required to create a child because it was demanded, the one thing that gave me comfort was that I would be the caregiver for the child that would come to be. That I would have them if I had nothing else.”

Loki felt his throat tighten at that confession. He never thought she would think in such a manner. He also recalled his thoughts at the beginning, when he forced himself to couple with her, how any child that came from such a union was to be removed immediately from her presence because of some preconceived notion in his mind that she could not possibly care for a child. Now, he realised that if that had occurred, it would truly have been a fate worse than death for her. “I thought initially that you would not be interested in such a role as a dam.” He felt it right to confess such, even if it led to something uncomfortable.

“Initially, we both thought a lot of things that were entirely wrong, didn’t we? Thankfully, with time and effort to look past such, we learnt that we were both wrong and we are all the better for it now. Or I think at least.”

“Are you admitting that you have been wrong in the past?” Not wanting to focus on the negatives of the past, Loki tried to lighten the mood once more.

“I am rarely wrong but I can be and more importantly, I can admit to such.” She smirked.

“I can admit to my wrongs,” Loki argued.

“Under pain of losing your position of heir to the throne and when you put another on their deathbed, perhaps. Try not to make them the only times you such. A good king admits his faults...in private only for the most part, of course.” She winked as she stated the last part.

“And only then to his closest confidantes, of course.” He smirked.

“But of course.” Ella smiled in return. Seeing the stress in his features fall slightly, she walked behind him, causing Loki to look at her curiously before she put her hands on his shoulders and dug her fingers into the muscles there.

At first, Loki found her actions hurt but when she continued, he realised that she was alleviating the tension in them, the tension that had been building for longer than he wished to admit to. His moan at her actions was somewhat guttural.

“Better?”

“Incredible,” Loki did not even attempt to say anything but the truth.

“You are not required for anything for a time. Lie on the bed and I will see what I can do to help with that.”

Though his shoulders were tender from her actions, Loki could not decline such an offer. He did as instructed and went to the bed where Ella instructed him to lie on his front before she got onto the bed behind him. Loki looked around worriedly but his worry was quickly removed when she placed her hands on his back and began to rub into the muscles there, her hands magically becoming lubricated with some sweet-smelling and soothing liquid while she did so. Loki wondered where Ella had learned such witchcraft. Her hands were soft and relaxing as they pushed into his aching muscles. He loved every moment of it as she focused on each area, the feelings of tension dissipating as she did so.

When Ella finished, she proudly looked at her mate resting comfortably and contently on the bed. “Better?”

“Much better.”

Ella laughd at Loki’s muffled voice as a result of his face being into the pillow. “Good, you are not needed anywhere so just relax.”

“If I am, send one of your doppelganger things.”

“Naughty, that is not how you should be thinking,” she admonished. “You are king now.”

“All I wish to think about right now is to rest with my mate by my side for a time.” He reached around until he felt her hand before urging her gently to lay onto the bed beside him. “That is even better.”

“Get some rest.” Ella urged. After a few moments, when Loki’s breathing was steady and it seemed like he was asleep, Ella studied his features carefully. Partly because she was studying them as she did their child’s to see what one’s he would inherit from his father, the other part because she simply liked acknowledging her mate was indeed quite handsome, if not slightly peculiar in relation to what she was used to from growing up. But in thinking that, she also knew part of his appeal was in his personality. Behind the austere man she met the day she was brought to Jotunheim, a caring and selfless creature resided, one who put his realm before himself. Smiling, she toyed with his hair for a moment before leaning over and pressing her lips gently to his temple. She was unsure why she did it. When she pulled back, she was startled to see Loki studying her face curiously, his eyes confused having been woken from his slumber by her.

She was about to apologise when he pulled her close to him, pressing their foreheads and noses together and sighing contently.

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wolfpawn · 4 years ago

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Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 57

Story Summary - Based on an idea I had that I submitted to Imagine Loki. Imagine Loki was raised on Jotunheim as Laufey’s son after the war, but an agreement was then made that he would wed Odin’s daughter so Odin could secure the alliance of Jotunheim through the marriage. Loki, in turn, was raised to be king of Jotunheim, but how he views Asgard is far different from how Odin’s daughter is raised leading to a clash of cultures as well as uncertainty between the pair of betrothed youths.

Chapter Summary - Loki and Ella speak in private about some matters and Ella alleviates some of her mate's tension.

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