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[shea-like-the-butter]

Sunday, November 5th 2023

And front the outside it looks like you’re trying live on~

[peachpitfics]

Wildest Dreams

Fandom: Bridgerton

Summary: Your Father has betrothed you to his eldest, most despicable friend. You confide in your closest friend, Benedict Bridgerton, that you wish your first time could be with somebody else, somebody you liked.

Length: 3.5k

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Propositioning a friend, first time, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, orgasm.

a/n: Wildest Dreams is part i of iii ~ requested by anon here.

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The blood drained from your face, your hands clasped together in clammy nervousness – your father had just told you that since you have failed to successfully find a husband within the first year on the marriage mart, he will be arranging a betrothal between yourself and Lord Roger Howard. Lord Howard was six and sixty, he was your father’s eldest friend. Every interaction you ever witnessed was filled with contempt and disrespect, especially with service staff. His words were often filled with bigotry and unfairness. You found him repulsive, his yellowing chipped teeth in his villainous smile. The way his poorly maintained fingernails curled at the ends. His white moustache stained into unsightly colours from cigar smoke. The thought of having to be near this man, be intimate with this man, nearly drove you toward deaths door.

Your knees shook, standing from your armchair in the sitting room, not speaking a word to your father as you exited. Scurrying up the stairs, throwing yourself onto your bed, you felt your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Tears streamed down your face, you did your best to suck in deep breaths, but panic continued to wash over you. There was nothing you could do to save yourself from this fate. There had been some suitors interested in you, but you had chosen to wait, to see if the one person you had wanted would make himself available to you. Now it was too late, those suitors had moved on with other young ladies, and the man you wanted was nowhere to be seen.

Your lady’s maid knocked meekly on the door, having come to prepare you for this evening’s ball. The Queen would be there, and you knew she would be disappointed in this match your father had forced upon you, not that that would help you.

“Shall we get the family jewels out miss? I hear it is to be quite an exciting night” You could tell she was putting it on, trying to sound excited. It seemed to come off as patronizing instead.

“Whatever you should think is appropriate” You tried to keep your feelings to yourself, but the streaks through your makeup sold you out at first glance. You spent the rest of your preparation in silence, usually the two of you indulged in a little gossip, it was supposed to be fun.

All evening you hid behind larger groups, behind servers carrying trays of champagne, doing your best to ensure the inevitable could not happen. Finally, considerably late in the evening, your closest friend deigned to arrive. Almost surging across the dance floor and into Benedict’s side, you linked arms and impishly whisked him out through the conservatory doors.

“Miss Y/n” Benedict exclaimed, “What is the meaning of this?”.

You breathed heavily, ducking, and weaving through overgrown plants and florals. You scouted each entrance, paranoia clinging to your side like a child in a sack race.

“My father has committed a most heinous act” You spill to Benedict, there is only concern etched on his face, “I am to be married to Lord Howard”. Your breath never steadied, sweat beaded where your forehead met your hair line. There was that panic you remembered so fondly, only hypervigilance had eliminated that feeling from the centre of your chest.

“Oh lord,” Benedict’s mouth hung open, utterly flabbergasted, “I cannot believe he would do that to you” Both of his hands found their way to your shoulders in compassion.

“And yet he has. My own father has bargained me away to some elder beast! There is nothing I can do to stop it” Your hands ran through your hair, untangling one of the twists.

Benedict did not know what to say, all he could do was lurch forward and take you into his arms. His strong arms reached around you, pulling you tight. The sound of his steady breath and rhythmic heartbeat calmed you quickly.

“When I was a little girl, I wished on a falling star I would find someone who loved me as their equal. I now wish for that same thing on this very night. To think that I have wasted my life dreaming about love, finding someone like me, with the same interests, the same age as me even!” You thought aloud. Benedict was always someone you could tell your innermost thoughts to, he never judged you once, and he was the kindest of listeners.

Benedict Bridgerton also knew exactly who you were dreaming about – it was him. You had been friends for several years, and it had always been obvious to anyone with sight, that you and Ben were infatuated with each other. But Benedict was young, and impulsive, unlikely to marry at this time.

“I do not want to spend my life with that old simpleton! I want to experience life and love!” You cried out, “My elder sister divulged what it is married couples do on their wedding night – I do not want that with him! I cannot live my life without having ever experienced the touch of a man who cares for me!” Your cries turned into whispers; whimpers scattered throughout.

He held you close to him, making a caring swishing sound, it kind of sounded like the ocean. Benedict sure knew how to comfort you when you were in need.

“Y/N! Where are you?!” Your father’s voice echoed off the glass walls, sending you into a frenzy, quickly separating from Benedict, dabbing your cheeks with a handkerchief.

“Yes father?” You responded.

“Lord Howard is here with me. There is something he would like to say to you” Your father called. Benedict hid low amongst the broad-leafed plants, the darkness of the conservatory shading him. You appeared from the shadows without explanation, not that your father was seeking one. Lord Howard stood hunched next to your father, who was 20 years his junior. It appeared as though he bowed, but it was hard for you to discern.

“M…m…miss Y/n?” He stuttered, struggling to see through the spectacles at the end of his nose, “There is a question I must ask you. With the permission of your father, I am here to ask for your hand in marriage” Spittle flew from his mouth in between sharp consonants. Dread flooded your body, you felt like you were being submerged in a pool of water, the tears in your eyes, simply the only way for the water to escape.

There was animosity in your father’s gaze, warning you there was simply one answer to the question asked. Taking in a deep breath, “Yes, Lord Howard, I will accept” You murmured. Lord Howard did not look pleased, he did not appear bothered either, he simply nodded once and turned about, marching back to the main ballroom. You wondered if this was what your marriage was going to be like? Would he ignore your existence and leave you to your own life if you produced an heir? You could not ascertain whether this was a good thing or not.

Benedict hung his head, having watched this entire exchange from the shadows. There was an element of guilt on his part, he blamed himself, unable to give you what you wanted in time to save you. When your father had left you standing still, tears staining your dress, Benedict slid out from the darkness.

“I think I am going to ask the footman to take me home… I only have so much time before my time is not mine any longer” You lower lip trembled; the peaceful silence of the conservatory disturbed by the soft sounds of sobs.

“Y/n,” Benedict muttered, his hand running down your upper arm. Electricity connected your flesh in a zap, your breath caught in your chest as his skin joined with yours. His tender hands grazed yours, tickling the palm of your hand.

“Benedict” You shook your head, moving to take your hand away before he closed his around it. His tongue flicked over his lips several times as he contemplated what he had to say. Sometimes you heard the other young ladies tell stories about Benedict, you never knew if they were true. They spoke of how he was finest of the Bridgerton brothers, they also spoke of his rakish tendencies, however mostly in a jealous fashion.

The forecast in Benedict’s eyes swiftly shifted from clear blue to a stormy grey. You had not noticed how tall he was before, looming over you like a dark cloud. His face illustrated apathetic gloom, his hand boring you into him, like he was the eye of the storm.

“There is something I must speak with you about, in private” Benedict rolled his tongue aggressively on his teeth as he spoke. Everything about his demeanor was confusing, you felt strangely like prey, wondering why it felt good. Benedict snuck out the conservatory door, your hands clutched together while he led you to his carriage, asking his footmen to make way for the Bridgerton house.

“What is this about Benedict?” You asked as soon as the door was secure and the carriage moving.

“Y/n, please give me a moment and I will explain everything. I do not know if I have a solution to your problem, but I may be able to offer a compromise. Something I would only do for you, if you asked, because I care about you so deeply” Benedict paused, this intense look of thoughtful worry about him, “If you would be agreeable, I would like to suggest that I… bed you for the first time” Benedicts voice was low and resounding.

Your lips parted abashedly, your cheeks flushed pink, blinking became uncontrollable. All you could do was sit completely still, astronomically stunned by what Benedict had proposed. You understood that for whatever reason, Benedict could not give you everything you wanted, but he was offering you something. He was offering you an experience you may never have gotten to have otherwise, a chance to feel loved and wanted in intimate affection with another person.

“Say something, anything, please. I cannot stand this silence” Benedict rubbed his temples after a few minutes. His eyes were still dark with longing, he looked over with you a deviating sense of ownership.

“You would do that for me?” You entreated, hands shaking so hard you nearly sat on them to make it stop.

Benedict nodded surely across from you, the carriage pulling up at the Bridgerton house. Your eyes locked, the carriage completely still and silent, you took a moment to consider the ramifications of your choice. Ben’s posture was resolute, his gaze expansive, eagerly waiting for your reply.

“Yes” You swallowed hard, Benedict snatching your hand from your lap and dragging you from the carriage, running up the walk and into the house. You made short work of the very many stairs on the way up to his bedroom, sure that nobody could have seen you, as you ran that fast.

Blood rushing around your body, you stood just inside Benedict’s door, trying desperately to catch your breath. Benedict shuffled about the room, lighting a few candles, closing the windows for the evening. He looked back at you, having already stripped into your underclothes while his back was turned. A most shameful lust driven smile sketched lightly onto his face, he made the long voyage acrost the bedroom to stand a foot or two in front of you.

“Thank you for doing me this favor. I will owe you always” You remarked, your eyes dancing figure eights on the lush carpet squishing under your wiggling toes.

Benedict’s shoulders were more relaxed than you had ever seen them, his posture always just so. Strands of hair bled onto his sticky forehead, dark eyebrows brewing overhead transfixed eyes. That charming smile, filled with foolishness, had not been seen since leaving the ball – this was something so chronically serious to him. He effortlessly tugged at his maroon cravat, casting it to the floor, his proud neck craning to get another glimpse of you from another angle. His throat bobbed when he stepped closer again, just one more step. Fiddling with his waistcoat buttons ardently, watching the frustration set into your eyes, Benedict finally shed his coat and pitched it across the room, knocking over something unbreakable in the corner. It did not steal his gaze; his eyes were set on you. Benedict lifted his suspenders off his shoulders, allowing them to dangle by his hips, the chest of his white, silk undershirt gaping open. Your teeth instinctually bit into your lower lip at the slightest sight of skin you had not ever seen before. The corner of Benedicts mouth upturned smugly, his lips rolling together as his breath became audible. Standing just one foot apart, the tension between you was palpable. You wondered if someone had struck a match, might the room simply explode, there seemed to be so much chemistry between the two of you.

“Please, continue” Your hands pressed to your stomach, you watched as Benedict unlaced his boots, one foot at a time on the stool at the end of his bed. His blistering eye bore into you even still. Making his way back to you, still at hardly an arm’s length, his brawny arms crossed his body to pull his undershirt off over his head.

You swooned audibly, almost gasping seeing the entirety of his torso bare for the first time. Your lips wet, your eyes unblinking, Benedict smiled cheekily, knowing the effect he had on you. His hands moved past his navel, your eyes following, to the button atop his breeches. Benedict made quick work of his trousers, having teased you plenty. Your back straightened, your gob smacked jaw snapped shut at the sight of his naked body.

Benedicts tongue flicked over his teeth, “Would you like me to redress, y/n?” He badgered, pretending to reach for his shirt on the floor. You careened forward, lessening the space between you to essentially nothing.

“I do not know what to do, not truly” You admitted, feeling yourself choking on nothing. Benedict reached out to your hands, taking them in his, placing them on his chest. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head at the feeling of his light chest hair beneath your fingers. His sculpted pectoral muscles and taut stomach, a trail of dark hair leading you downwards made you feel ravenous for him. He looked at you as you looked at him, eyes filled with desire, faces pink in the candlelight. Benedict leaned in to kiss you, pulling away left at the last second to place a single kiss on your neck.

“You. Are. Wicked” Your face flitted over his, grazing your noses and lips together in potential kisses. Benedict leaned into you, his kiss soft, warm, and breathless. You gasped at the first separation, taking in hasty breaths before crashing back into each other. Everything you were doing felt completely wrong, reprehensible – but with a kiss as intoxicating as Benedict Bridgerton’s, you were afraid not even heaven could help you.

Your hands slipped into his thick, dark hair, pulling him down and into you, wrapping your arms around his neck and climbing up onto him. His hands rested under your thighs, carrying you toward his bed, you could feel his hardness pressing against you. 

This was not what you had been expecting, this was no impish boy. Everything about his movements was intentional, well-practiced. His hot, amorous kiss; the way his tongue slipped thankfully over yours, how his teeth greedily nipped at your auspicious bottom lip. His hands moved passionately across your back, his long kisses surprisingly hard on your neck, laying you down on the pile of bedding. He frantically shoved it off the bed, throwing pillows, knocking himself in the face once or twice. You laughed together, slow sizzling tongues dancing as one as Benedict removed your floor length under gown.

Benedict knelt above you on the bed, gently stroking himself, looking down on you. There was that dark cloud you had noticed earlier.

“I want you to enjoy me” Benedict rumbled, making you a promise. You did not yet understand, but you would. Taking his finger, Benedict dipped it into your mouth, bringing it to your nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb at a glacial pace. His touch was peculiarly possessive, his lips rested around your other nipple now, sloppily dragging his tongue around in spontaneous circles. Big open-mouthed kisses surrounded your breasts, your shock and surprise manifesting in noiseless writhing.

Benedict positioned himself between your legs, lying down forcing your legs apart. Wanting to snap your legs shut, you refrained, trusting Benedict with your life. His breath was agonizingly warm on your inner thigh, his lips parted and gliding up from your knee. Benedict dotted small, chaste kisses along your hips – you deduced he was headed for the pinnacle of your thighs, a place you had never felt burn and ache quite like this.

His tongue slid gently up the slit of your pussy, you breath shuddered, his harmless laps amazed you with every movement. Eye lids fluttering, breathy moans filling the room, Benedict’s graceful tongue swirling your clitoris in curious patterns, drinking in your wetness as though you were a drug to him. Your fingers crawled down into his hair, your hips bucking toward his retreating tongue, you squealed lowly for more.

“Are you quite alright?” Benedict groaned into you, the vibrations of his voice set you on edge, your toes clenching in different ways.

“I do not know what you are doing, but I would like for you to keep doing it” You moaned intermittently, between gasps as his tongue flicked roguishly at your clitoris.

Benedict spread your legs wide and high, taking his finger and resting it at your entrance. He tediously sunk his finger inside you, curling up, making you yelp out in astonishment. Finding a steady pace, his finger already snug inside you, Benedict began at you again, never failing to find exactly the spot he was looking for. His alteration of speed and pressure backed you onto a cliff face, body incandescent and damned to revelry. Pressing his fingers into you rhythmically, Benedict pushed you over the edge, the sensation of falling and flying all erupting at once as you moaned and yelped uncontrollably. In the aftermath of your pleasure, you watched Benedicts eyes, his head still clutched between your legs gently sliding his tongue over you, his charming, sexy smile reflected in his eyes.

Slowing rising to his knees, Ben positioned your legs higher, resting your calves on his shoulders. Taking his cock in his hand, his pressed his tip against your wet skin. Your skin erupted in a tingling sensation, unbridled attraction and hunger liquefying your brain.

You looked up at Benedict in clear understanding, nodding gently, your eyes focusing on the powerful look of restrained urgency on Benedict’s face. He pushed forward smoothly, eliciting a groan from each of you, not even pressed to the hilt yet.

When Benedict filled your pussy fully, it felt like being winded. Panting like a dog under him, Benedict stilled himself, noticing how full and tight you felt, his cock twitching with pleasure. Benedict moved slowly at first, long unbroken strides forward, thrusting into you. Every drive forward, simultaneously blissful, and hot, curving to pound into that sensitive spot just inside you. While every drawback, was likened to slow-motion, devastating deprivation. Ceaseless, savage moans made Benedict grin above you, thrusting harder, wholly triumphant in setting you alight. You knew you would burn for him for the rest of your life.

“Make that sound for me again” Benedict grunted sinisterly, thrusting back into you brutally, forcing that loud intonation from you again.

Your fingers clawed at his back, your hips moving with his in most divine unison. Benedicts teeth grazed your ear, your breathing syncing in ceremonious adoration; his momentum increased, driving into you with new eagerness. Your nails buried in his plump behind, pulling Benedict tighter into you. With propulsive sureness Benedict plunged into you one last time, his cock twitching inside you to his irrevocable release. Never had you felt so full before, his face exquisite above you, leaning down to a soulful kiss.

“I’m proud of you, taking me like that” Benedict panted, taking a second before withdrawing and rolling next to you. He lay on the flat of his back, chasing his breath, his heart thumping through his chest, beating so hard you could almost hear it. His words made you blush, hiding your face in your hands, his seed leaking out of you onto the linen.

“It is not always going to be the same, is it?” You pondered aloud, staring at the detailing on the ceiling above you.

“I will not lie, y/n darling, I do not think every single instance will be the same” Benedict reached over, gently slapping your thigh in solidarity.

“That is disappointing to hear” You sighed dramatically.

Benedict chuckled sweetly, “Perhaps at his age, he will not have the capacity to complete more than the marital act”. You knew he was joking, trying to lift your spirits, but you genuinely hoped that might be true. Other worries began to plague your mind, worries of potential children. What if you were unable to conceive his heir due to his age?

You rolled onto your side, looking into Benedict’s clear, sky-blue eyes, “There may be another favour I ask of you, dear friend”. Benedict's eyes widened curiously, prepared to do most anything for you.

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Kinktober Day 12/13: Vampires and Thigh Riding

Agatha x Wanda X Reader

Notes: Cis gal reader (does this mean I’ve sold out?) , vampire compulsion/hypnosis, reader receiving oral, drinking blood, thigh and neck biting, Agatha as Wanda’s vampiric mentor

You’re bartending when a mysterious pair of women show up for the first time. They decide they’re taking you home for a meal.

It was a night like any other. You had a shift at the only dyke bar in town. You knew most of the regular patrons. Tonight a pair of women walked in, one with red hair in a little red dress and one with (quite untamed) black hair in a chic purple jumpsuit.

“Hi angel, can I get a Manhattan and a vodka cranberry for my girl here?” The woman in purple asked.

The redhead clung to her side, but she was looking at you quite intensely.

“Coming right up, just sit tight.”

You were good at your job. You knew that. And these were fairly simple as far as cocktails go, but you couldn’t help but feel nervous under the watchful gaze of these two women.

“Here you two are, Manhattan and a Vodka cran.” You nervously sat down their drinks.

The one in purple touched your hand gently as she gave you a tip.

“Thanks, I’m sure we’ll visit you again soon.” She said with a wink.

“Very soon.” The redhead said a little too intensely.

The older woman pulled her away. They found a booth and soon they seemed to be deep in conversation.

—

You need to control yourself Wanda.”

Agatha said firmly.

“I know Aggie, I’m just so fucking hungry.”

“You think I’m not, dear? Look, bar closes soon enough, just let me take the lead. You can’t rush this process.”

“She keeps glancing at as. It’s cute.” Wanda said.

“Hmm, she’s very cute. And we’ll have her soon.”

They were the last two out of the bar.

“Holding up okay there, doll?” The dark haired woman asked you.

“Not too bad of a shift. You two alright? Need help getting an Uber or anything?”

“Oh that’s sweet of you, but no dear we walked here,” she leaned in, “and you’ll walk with us when you’re all done, okay love?”

You nodded. Your body moved on its own through your closing routine. You found them right outside when you locked the entrance. It felt good to see them. It felt good to obey.

“There she is.” The dark haired woman said with a warm smile.

“Come, pet.” She held out an arm for you to take and you shyly did so.

The women led you to a nearby hotel. You noticed that the woman guiding you ran quite cold. You pulled her a bit closer to you, wanting to alleviate this. You just wanted to be helpful.

The redhead was walking a bit ahead of the two of you, she turned back to check on you.

“Aww look at that smile. And we haven’t even started.” She said.

You weren’t sure what she meant, but you didn’t really mind that. You felt calm, you hadn’t been this calm since… you had no idea honestly, but it didn’t matter.

Her companion looked at you and hummed. “Such a sweet little thing, good thing it was only us who spotted you.” She grinned.

Her canines seemed a bit sharper than average, but your head was fuzzy enough it didn’t matter.

They led you inside the hotel and hurried you into the elevator.

The redhead pinned you to the wall and you were shocked out of your trance.

“I want to be gentle baby, I do, but I’m fucking starved.”

Her companion pulled her off of you. “Wanda! Can you really not contain yourself? There is a proper way to do this, and that’s how it shall be done.”

Wanda looked a bit like a scruffed kitten, held back by the back of the neck.

You were terrified, what the fuck had you gotten yourself into? What had she done to your mind?”

“Look, you’re scared the poor thing half to death.”

“I didn’t mean to, Aggie.”

“And yet you did. She’s not gonna hurt you darling, I won’t let her.”

You just looked at her aghast, frozen against the wall with fear.

“Jig is up then. Name’s Agatha, this is Wanda, what is your name dear?”

You stuttered your way through an introduction.

“Lovely name dear, you see, Wanda and I are vampires. She’s newly turned and she hasn’t had a decent meal in a few weeks.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, this couldn’t be real. You felt like you might pass out.

Agatha ran a hand through your hair, “Relax pet.” The fuzzy, calm feeling took over your mind once again.

Finally the elevator got to the proper floor, Agatha led you to her and Wanda’s room, keeping the younger vampire at bay.

Agatha led you to a couch, sitting down and placing you between her legs. Wanda kneeled at the side of your legs.

A sinking feeling in your stomach brought you out of trance once again.

Agatha ran her cold hands up and down your arms, causing goosebumps to raise all over your skin.

“You know, we really try to be as ethical as we can.”

“When you kill people?” You asked, closing your eyes, willing for this to be some kind of dream.

“Oh my dear, if you’re any good at this, you don’t need to kill anyone. Unless they really deserve it. But you, sweet thing, are safe.”

“But—but you, you two want my blood right?”

“Very much so.” Wanda piped up.

Agatha gave her a glare before going back to soothing you. She guided your head back to lay on your shoulder and raked through your hair with her fingers.

“We won’t take more than you can handle baby. I promise. And it’ll feel so good.” She pressed her icy lips to your cheek.

Her hands moved to your legs and parted them. “And the better you feel, the better you’ll taste for us.”

“What are you—”

“Sshhh. Wanda, get to work.”

Wanda moved between your legs and unbuttoned your pants.

You tried to struggle but Agatha wrapped an arm around you, trapping you.

“Relax pet, I promise no harm will come to you.”

“Does she need to be put under?” Wanda asked.

“Hmm. Maybe, you try this time dear, you need the practice.” Agatha grabbed the back of your hand and made you look down at her.

Wanda’s eyes turned red. “Relax, it’s okay. C’mon pet Relax for me. Just let me have my way with you.”

You went limp in Agatha’s embrace.

“Not bad superstar.”

“Thank you Ma’am.” Wanda said. She pulled down your pants and underwear and pressed kisses to your thighs. Growling at the smell of your blood.

“Wanda, patience. You’re almost there.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

She kissed further and further towards your cunt, just barely grazing her fangs over you as she did so. Then she pressed a kiss to your soaked pussy.

You gasped at the contact.

“You’re okay, sweet girl. Feels good doesn’t it?”

“…yeah.”

Agatha chuckled at your small voice. “So just let go baby. There’s nothing for you to worry about. Just feel good.”

Agatha started kissing your neck while Wanda continued to eat you out. You sighed and let yourself get lost in sensation.

Wanda moaned into you, lapping you up, getting lost in your arousal. She tongue fucked you and you squirmed. She held you down against Agatha.

“Our pet’s getting so close. Oh you’re both such good girls.” Agatha crooned.

Soon you were bucking your hips against Wanda’s face, desperately trying to push yourself over the edge.

“That’s it pet, just let go. And let Wanda take from you.” Agatha cooed.

Just as you reached your peak, you felt Wanda’s fangs sink into your thigh. There was a little pain, but in the best way, and it heightened your pleasure.

Wanda moaned as she gulped mouthfuls from you. “You’re even sweeter than I thought you’d be.” She mumbled before cleaning up the wound.

Agatha pulled her up by her chin and gave her a quick kiss. Tasting your arousal and your blood on her tongue. She groaned.

“Are you taking from her tonight Ma’am?”

“A small taste shouldn’t hurt. But why don’t we let her rest a bit, could you go get the juice from the fridge for them my dear?”

“Of course.”

Agatha peppered your cheek with gentle kisses. “You’ve done so well tonight sweet thing. You’re such a good little pet. Such a good girl.”

You grabbed one of her hands to ground yourself.

“Can you look at me, dear?” Agatha asked gently.

You shifted so you were facing her. She went in for a gentle kiss to your lips. You melted into her. You could feel her smile into the kiss. You were so pliable now.

Wanda came back with some juice. You tried to take it but she stopped you, insisting she put the cup to your lips herself. You drank most of the glass and it seems to satisfy her.

“You really did so good tonight.” Wanda said softy. “I’m really sorry I scared you at the start. I’m still working on…control.” She played with your hair gently. Clearly much calmer now that she’d fed.

“It’s…it’s okay.” You said.

She smiled at you softly, then pulled you in for a quick kiss. “Such a cute little thing, can we keep you?”

You chuckled, figuring that she was kidding.

“Well we have lots of time to further discuss that. How are you feeling sweet girl?”

“Good I think? Not even lightheaded or anything.”

“Good, that’s very good. Wanda didn’t drain too much then,” Agatha said as she adjusted you. You were facing her in her lap now, straddling one thigh.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I had a little taste myself then hm?”

“That-that should be fine.” You responded.

“Never more than you can handle baby, I promise.” Agatha said, guiding your hips to grind against her. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm. You practically dripped onto her.

“Oh, what a messy little slut.” Agatha teased.

“It’s not like she can help it.” Wanda chimed in.

“I suppose you’re right, Wanda. Pets just can’t help getting wet like this can they?” Agatha asked you.

You looked into her intensely blue eyes. “Can’t-can’t help it ma’am.”

She smiled, satisfied with your answer.

“No they can’t, and that’s okay. They just need to be taken care of hm?”

You buried your face in her shoulder and jumped her a little faster.

“And that’s what we’re here for. And the better cared for you are, the better we feed, it’s a win-win. Now keep going, sweet little pet. That’s it, I can feel you getting close, cum for me and I’ll bite you.”

You couldn’t control the noises coming out of you as you desperately chased your high against Agatha’s leg.

“There you go,” she cooed as you fell over the edge. She sunk her fangs right into the side of your neck and you screamed with pleasure.

Agatha moaned, you were so perfectly sweet. She took less than Wanda, truly just a taste, then the lapped up the wound.

“Good fucking girl.” She husked into your ear. “I don’t think we can let you go, but that’s okay, we can figure all that out later.”

Her words weren’t really registering, you were too blissed out. Tiredness was also settling into your body.

“But for now let’s get you cleaned up and into bed yeah?” Wanda said gently.

“Excellent plan my dear.”

Agatha scooped you up in her arms and sat you up on the bed. Wanda brought you a warm wash cloth and some spare pajamas. She kissed both of the bite marks and gently cleaned you up.

Agatha simply stripped. Wanda opted for simply sleeping in a t shirt. Agatha pulled you to her right side and Wanda to her left.

You snuggled into her and Agatha kissed your forehead. Wanda reached over to hold your hand. They were both a bit warmer now that they’d fed.

You fell asleep to their gentle touches and to the sound of Wanda humming a lullaby

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Opinions Part 2

Part 2 of the opinions- this time, on ships that seem to be pretty popular. Sorry again for how long this is!

Hinny- Okay. It was the absolute best in the books, complete bi4bi and I was THERE for it. In the movies it was quite bad, and GInny was just generally so incredibly flat as a character. I like the idea of this coming into play, but maybe not as endgame.

Linny- Love this. The whole thing. I can see it being friends to lovers and then back to friends, but it could be something else, too.

Perciver- Why did nobody tell me about this? Hello? It's completely adorable and I love it beyond words. Absolutely endgame.

Romione- there's an artist (@rivaldii) who I've been following, and they do the cutest Romione posts that have totally won me over. Also, I've been reading the book series again (all already bought, not supporting You-Know-Who) and Ron is much sweeter there. He's a bit of an asshole in the movies at times.

Drarry- Welllll, okay. There's a lot of dickheadery from Malfoy, and I'm not sure how to address that. If he was just a sarcastic emo kid that would be fine, but he's like genuinely kind of a racist? Idk someone convince me, I'm not quite sold. I do have some an idea where he does something over a summer away from his parents (maybe when his fathe goes to Azkaban) which shows him how dumb he's been and then he apologizes. Like individually. And Harry's like woahhh.... okay now hold up.

Neville and Luna- I loved this even when I was, like, eight and still thought I was straight lol. They feel like they would be at the very least really good friends who sort of got each other, they were both singled out as odd at Hogwarts, but I think it could be a romantic thing too.

Katie and Leanne- Just you wait. I'm going to develop them into the lesbianest.

Parvender- It's sweet! It works much better in the books as I feel like Lavender is really heavy on the straight vibes in the movies. I suppose we shall see..... hmmmm.....

Dramione- Nope. Absolutely nope. My boy Draco is gay as absolute fuck and even has some internalized homophobia, yay.....

Hedric- this was Harry's bi awakening and you can't tell me otherwise.

Wolfstar- Yeah, I'm boring, but this is my favorite and will be included.

Deamus- Wolfstar variant right in Harry's room?! I love it and they're perfect for each other.

Harry and Ron- You know, it could happen. I think I might like Ron and Hermione a little too much at the moment to consider it fully.

Draco and Pansy (Dransy?!)- This happened because neither one had figured out that they were gay yet. This was how they figured it out.

Hermione and Pansy (oh, boy. Hansy? Like Handsy?)- Yeah, she was Hermione's bi awakening. Idk if endgame but shit went down fs.

Jegulus- It's not too relevant to the era because.... they're all dead (sobbing).... but I really want to hint at it.

Jily- It has to have been endgame for how I plan to start it, but it's cute anyway. Bi4bi.

Barty and one of them (can't decide at the moment)- There's a whole year where Barty is a teacher. Therefore he's in Hogwarts. Therefore I can be in his brain. And it will be gay.

Harmione- I see them more as best friends who are both bi, and talk about their crushes together.

Apparently I had more to yap about than I thought, sorry for the length of this. Lmk if I forgot some!

[tare-anime]

It seems that Endo is cooking some delicious food and he needs more time. 👀

So, while waiting shall we read other series?

May I reccomend an Isekai genre that is quite something 😏😏😏 ?

7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy

(Such a long title. It's known as "7th Time Loop" for short)

Now I almost never read Isekai genre. Because, come on, the concept is totally ridiculous 😅. And the main poin of Isekai is to make the MC got tremendous skills without making them over powered.

Apparently time loop is included in this genre. And it's normally not my cup of tea, because it can be so confusing.

Isekai is one of my hubby's favorite genre though, so through conversations I know several series. And I even following "Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill" all for the food. (I loooooveeee cooking manga)

Anyway, one day, my YT feed showed me this thumbnail from Muse Asia channel

And me seeing a Heroine wielding a sword???

I'm sold 🤣🤣🤣

So I tried to watch the 2 episodes available and what do you know???? I'm hooked!!

Okay, I gotta admit that the first impression I got is to think this series as TwiYor mixed with DamiAnya Royal AU 🤣🤣🤣 I mean, the color theme of the MCs are DamiAnya, no? But the way they act are a bit mixture of TwiYor and DamiAnya.

The series tells a story of Rishe (female MCs) weird phenomenon, that is being trapped in a time loop after she was dumped by the Crown Prince of her kingdom (Hermity Kingdom).

Throughout her life, Rishe has always being thought that her purposes in life is only to be the Crown Princess and marry the Crown Prince. Nothing else matters. (Not even intelligence or curiosity to learn something). So, failing to fulfill her role equals to her life being worthless, and she is disowed by her family.

But she then meets with a merchant, and she is thaught that there are so many possibilities in her live. That the world is vast. And nothing can define her purposes in life but herself. Rishe then learn to be a merchant and she succeed. Unfortunately, 5 years later, she died in a war.

Returning to the place and time when the Prince annulled her engangement, she then tried to recreate her first loop, but failed. So she learn to be apothecary instead. Yet, 5 years later, she died.

It goes on and on, and everytime she learns other proffessions. Until during her 6th time loop, when Rishe crossdressing as a man and becoming a knight, she finally met with the person responsible for the war.

Emperor Arnold Hein. The ruthless and cruel man. And during this time line he killed her directly (quite literally stabbed her heart with a sword) .

All this time, Rishe has worked really hard but she always died 5 years later. So, right now, in her 7th time loop, she intended to life a lazy live with intention of staying alive.

Alas, (or fate?), during her run from the Prince who dumped her, Rishe bumps unto non other than (younger) Arnold Hein himself. She actually runs away from him, as gracefully as she can, because that man has just killed her in previous loop, and the one responsible in her death in all of her earlier loop.

But, Prince Arnold (apparently) sensing something different in her, and follows her. Until after seeing the way Rishe takes care of the series of commotion happen afterwards, he steps up and... well... propose to her. 🤣🤣🤣

Arnold's reason is simple. He is enamored. Maybe because the way Rishe acts and solves problems are different than other princess he has encountered. Plus she seems know how to use sword. Fluently.

But Rishe is terrified and thus she refused, at first. After several negotiations, and after Prince Arnold promise to fulfill her wish to "live an easy and lazy life", she agrees to follow him to Kingdom of Garkhein, and becoming the Hostage Princess.

So the story then revolves around Rishe's shenanigans in her trying to understand the one person who is responsible for her death in 5 years in the future and her schemes to stay alive.

The "battle of strategies" between a very skillful Rishe (all with her previous 6 lives knowledge) with Arnold genuine prowress, is the main attraction of this series IMO. 🥰🥰🥰

That, and of course, the budding romance between Rishe and Arnold. Despite very capable in almost every field, both of them can be so dumb if it's about their own feelings. And these small romance scenes always always managed to make me squeaaalll in delight. 🤣🤣🤣

For example, during one of the arc, Rishe has been running around doing her schemes here and there, and she's exhausted. But she still try to understand what is going on between Arnold and his younger brother Theodore.

At the end she succeed , she finally succumb to her tiredness, and despite his cold exterior, Arnold is actually grateful for her help, and smiled fondly at her.

I--

Just like TwiYor at chp 56!!!!! When Loid has to carry an exhausted Yor and he just smiled fondly at her.

Aaaaahhhhh!!!

TL;DR Read 7th time loop while waiting for the next SxF chapter. It's a SxF Royal AU fantastic series. 🥰

[bnuuys-writing]

CHAPTER TWO. OVERTURE. Phantom of The Opera x Twisted Wonderland

Here is chapter two for you guys! I hope you enjoy!!

Chapter One, Chapter Two(You are here!), Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Leona's Ending, Malleus' Ending

~Bnuuy Out!

The year is 1919, in France. Within a bustling city in the center of town stands a magnifique Opera House, its dazzling lights outside its carefully intricate carved walls tells a story of Regalty, Royalty, and an awe inspiring show promising to be played within, yet; the inside simply tells another story, begging to be read by the others within the towns history.

The echo of the tapping cane reverberated within the desolate walls of the opera house. Which stood so beautifully with glamour and shine that now holds cobwebs and dust as if it were trying to hide itself away from the world. Leona sat there in a chair, overall confused on how he had even arrived here. He held all of his memories intact but perhaps that was because he was a powerful mage? All he knew was that in his mind was Y/N.

I have to save Y/N.

“Alrighty then! Lot 665, a monkey playing the cymbals, dressed in persuasion robes with the heart of a barrel organ! It has been stated that this item has been found in the very catacombs of the opera house. Ladies and Gentleman, shall we start off the bidding with 15 francs?” An unknown man stated out, standing on top of a podium, looking out amongst the small crowd before him. 

Leona’s hand raised up without him knowing. A grunt of disapproval ripped out from his chest as he saw a familiar faces that he would honestly rather forget. Lilia Vanrougue. Lilia raised up his hand as the bidding continued, only for Leona to raise up his hand once more, raising the bid again. 

“Do I hear 35 francs…?” The auctioneer’s gaze looked over at the old bat who only seemed to smile cockily at Leona, before shaking his head no. That little bastard making the price higher than needed… The sound of a hammer echoed within the desolate theater as the music box was sold to Leona De Kingscholar. Clawed hands reached forward for the barrel organ monkey as he began to look over it slowly, a memory forcing up into his mind that most certainly did NOT belong to him.

A collectors piece, indeed… Every detail, exactly as they said… Will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?

Shaking his head out of his stupor, he let out an annoyed grunt as he shifted around. The auctioneer cleared his throat as he motioned to a certain hanging over something quite large within the spacious room. Slowly, the auction would start as he read over the paper within his hands. 

“Lot 666, a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of a Phantom hiding within this opera house, a mystery quite never fully explained. With the newly invented electricity, we are hoping to frighten away any ghosts, with a bit of illumination… Gentleman!” Sparks of electricity began to flood the room as a once nicely candle lit chandelier, now solely powered by the new electricity, began to float up towards the sky as everything began to shift around them. Dust flew off the walls, cobwebs floated off as if they were never there before. Old paint flashed anew as the beautiful statues were shining as if they were just proudly polished. Leona and Lilia looked at each other before they both completely faded away from each other's existence. The Mission has started.

The year was now 1881, the opera house was busier than ever with rehearsals. Chatterings of different conversations being echoed throughout the plywood walls, ballerinas running up and down the stairs trying to collect all their items. Stone masons working hard on their next project. Costume designers sewing and taking measurements. Towels, blankets, things that needed to be air dried being hung up over the railings as three important figures swam through the current of workers. 

“Y/N, Silver, hurry up! Otherwise we will be late for practice!” Sebek seethed out at the two of you, not wanting to face Lilia’s wrath during their ballet practice. Silver could only groan as he was tugged along by Sebek and you just laughed as the trio of you ran down the stairs. Sebek and Silver had recalled the mission once they had entered the opera house with the help of Lilia’s wise words.

Remember, we are trying to find Y/N. We are in a book. I have already located Malleus but he must remain hidden for now. 

Taking deep breaths as you ran past the trio of eyes, something was already boiling behind them as they watched your figure join your colleagues of ballerinas, ready for practice. Lilia watched as Sebek and Silver returned to your sides, posted like good loyal knights, yet there was no need for that because of course! This is ballet, and to Sebek’s dismay and like as if he would ever admit to it… Ballet was hard.

To the open stage, the orchestra was loudly playing as others marched around what seemed to be a very painted up Vil. Of course, these potatoes could all learn something from him as they all continued to parade upon his outfit and rip it here and there. What they all needed was discipline and to move with grace, not march around as they were! But what can you do when all you work with are lousy drunks who most likely do not care for the mastery of Opera? Including poor Rook who was struggling with his accent.

“It is not Ro-ma. It is ROME.” The conductor had stopped once more to shout at Rook who could only smile and shake his head. “My many apologies monsieur, it is just quite hard to grasp the foundation of what play we are exactly playing… Perhaps we can go over it once more?” Rook asked out which only caused the conductor to sigh. Though, could you blame them? Y/N had spoken about musicals and plays and whoever this Shakespear was from their world but never really got too deep into them. Hannibal was one of them, and although all of them had come to realize that they were in your world, something about it screamed as if they were in the wrong century of when Y/N was originally from. 

“Excuse me, good sir! I have an important announcement to make!” The manager spoke, coming onto the stage as Vil only sighed. Of course he would have an announcement right in the middle of rehearsals, if they only knew who he really was, there would be NO interrupting rehearsals. “I have wanted to say- All the rumors are true, I am retiring!” Vil rolled his eyes, he was certain everyone knew that their manager would be retiring soon but to be replaced by who? His violet colored hues trailed behind his now ex-manager only to freeze.

Of course it would be Azul and the Tweels.

“The opera house will now be under the management of Azul Ashengrotto and his companions Jade and Floyd Leech. After their business of conducting an underground business-”

“A club.” Azul interjected with a serene smile, causing others within the room to sweatdrop slightly.

“-As I was saying; They will be your new managers, so make sure to treat them with plenty of respect!” The man finished as he welcomed the trio to the front of him, perhaps trying to get out of the spotlight like a certain Crow back in NRC? Who knows.

“We are deeply honored to with by your side and we would love to introduce to you our new Patron, Leona De Kingscholar!” Azul stated out, perhaps with some grit between his words. Afterall, he didnt forget about what Leona had done to his precious contracts within their homeworld but in order to save Y/N from the book, they had to push past their differences and move forward. 

The clicking of heels echoed within the open theater as a certain lion reached up beside the mer-people, a growl within his throat as he looked out towards the crowd. Of course they were all here already. Vil, Rook, Azul and the Tweels, and if he looked a bit closer; is that Lilia? 

“It is an honor to meet you Sir Kingscholar.” Vil stated out, tearing Leona’s gaze back to focus on the pompous Pomefire dormleader. A hand was held out towards Leona’s face and a smug smirk was plastered all over Vil’s face. Huffing, Leona’s hand grasped Vil’s own and gently placed upon the decorated gold hand, a soft kiss. 

“The pleasure is all mine.. Now, don't let me interrupt you anymore. Carry on. I shall be here tonight to celebrate in your victorious show.” With that, Leona turned on his tail quickly and began to walk through the corridor, passing you with Silver and Sebek glued to your side. Your eyes were glazed over with memory as you stared at him, hoping he would say hello as he passed you by. Yet, no such luck as he didn't even spare you a glance.

“He wouldn't recognize me…” You stated out softly to Sebek and Silver with a frown upon your face. Through all of Silver and Sebek’s pesterings, it would appear that you had lost all memory as you became such an important character within the book- perhaps it was due to your lack of magic ability? Whatever it may be, Silver and Sebek hoped it wouldn't last back home in their world where they would bring you back.

“He didn't see you.” Silver cooed out softly, comforting you slightly before Sebek scoffed.

“You do not need that mangy lion anyways! There are bigger and better, like Lord-” Before Sebek could finish, Lilia cleared his throat and motioned for the ballerinas to start their dance as the familiar flutes began to play. Both knights sighed as they jumped off away from you to start their dance while you joined in with the other ballerinas. Jumping over chains and dancing gracefully around them; Afterall, Hannibal is very important to the culture of Rome. 

Though the trio of mers stared at you deeply as they chatted away with Lilia. Jade watched your every move while holding onto Floyd’s shoulder so he couldn't break away to squeeze you too tightly now, after all they didn't want to break the code lines of the book and be casted out, or even worse. Get stuck in there permanently. 

“And who is that one? No relation I trust?” Azul pointed out to you, raising up an eyebrow as Lilia let out a small ‘fufu~’ 

“That is Y/N L/N. Orphaned at 7, and came to live and train here within the Opera dormitories since then… I also think of her as a daughter. Now gentleman, if you would be so kind just to stand off to the side.” Lilia pushed the trio off to the side only to watch his ballet dancers. As the singing continued, the orchestra played with such oomph that a certain irritated German voice could be heard amongst it all as a rip was heard.

“Rook! Do not step on me!” Vil shouted out at Rook who looked sheepish as he had taken a step in the wrong direction as Sebek had jumped a little too close to him. After that, all hell broke loose as Rook couldn't jump into his seat where the fake elephant had come in due to his large billowing and not to mention- heavy- outfit was weighing him down. Vil had gotten so frustrated that he broke character as he stormed through the hallway, screaming how he is going to quit and he is finished. Only for Azul and the Tweels (Not Floyd though, he wasn't in the mood for it.) to grovel for Vil to stay and sing.

“Isn't there a song in uhm… Act three of Hannibal that you can sing for us?” Azul asked out hesitantly, trying to remember the play for Y/N’s sake. 

“Yes! There is! But SOMEBODY did NOT finish my costume!” Vil pointed out and looked towards the costume designers who looked away sheepishly only for Jade to cut in smoothly.

“If its alright with you, Vil, we would love a performance just for us.” Jade hummed out smoothly only for Vil to stop and thing about it. Rook cleared his throat and nodded towards Vil, as if saying quietly ‘do it for the story’ in which Vil nodded.

“If my managers command… Maestro?” Vil looked over at the conductor who only stiffened up under his gaze.

“If my diva commands!”

“I do.” With that, Rook went around shushing everyone as Vil went to the front of the stage, preparing his voice for quite a song. Once the whole auditorium was quiet to Vil’s shushing and Rook’s deathglare of ‘silence’, the piano began to softly play like stars within the night sky. Slowly, Vil’s voice came out strong with plenty of vibrato that left Floyd wincing and looking ever so displeased. Vil knew that this was the doing of the book for he would never sing an aria so… Absurd. Though nothing could prepare him for what came next.

Shackles and chains clattered as a wheel began to squeak very loudly as a whole stage set background fell right on top of Vil, Rook’s eyes turning the size of dinner plates as he rushed forward to collect Vil off of the ground and out from underneath the heavy tapestry of a background. Lilia could only sigh as his ballerinas were panicking while Silver and Sebek stood close to you in hopes of protecting you from whatever might come next towards you. Another screamfest from Vil and the new managers before the auditorium went silent as Vil, Rook and their entourage stormed off into the back.

“Here is a letter, the Opera ghost welcomes you into his opera house and hopes that you can still pay him his money. Monsieur Le Fevre used to give him twenty thousand francs a month.” Lilia spoke, nonchalant as he handed over a note to Azul who seemed absolutely mortified at the idea of having to pay a GHOST. Most certainly they are real, for they all have been to the Ramshackle. “He also states that you need to leave Box Five empty for his use.”

“HIS Opera house? And TWENTY THOUSAND FRANCS? Well that's just great! Who is going to sing for us now! There is no understudy for Vil Schoenheit!” Azul shouted out, furious that he is going to have to refund a whole house which is 1. A waste of a bunch of money, and 2. This shouldn't be how the story should be going! 3. NOW HE HAS TO DEAL WITH SOME OPERA GHOST?

“Y/N can sing it for you.” Silver’s nonchalant voice spoke up through the chaos only for Sebek and you to look at him in shock. Azul slowly turned to you and quirked up an eyebrow but Floyd was first to speak.

“A simple ballet chorus girl? Nehh~...” With a shake of his head at not calling you Shrimpy, why couldn't he just call you Shrimpy? Sebek took it as denial and was next to speak up for you.

“They’re very well trained!” Sebek barked out, standing up straight as you just look between the two of them as if they were going a second head on their shoulders. Wishing that they didn't say ANYTHING. Granted, yes. You were being trained by a wonderful master but… Was it worthy of singing in front of a whole audience?!

“Who taught you.” Jade was next to speak, smiling at you with one of his very placid smiles that could put anyone on edge. You were no different than the rest of course…

“I don't know his name, monsieur…” You whispered out, suddenly bashful as now all the eyes were locked onto your form, Lilia cleared his throat in hopes of you gaining your courage to speak more. Yet for when nothing came out from your mouth, he only sighed.

“Let them sing for you monsieur, they are very well taught.” Lilia spoke up and pushed you forward with his hand on the lower of your back as Floyd began to wave you forward to the center of the stage.

“Cmon now Shrim–... Y/N” Floyd seemed to be annoyed with the fact that he was still unable to call you by your nickname, huffing silently as you were tentative on reaching the front of the stage. You feel everyone's eyes upon you and an all too familiar gaze upon the back of your head. You know he is here.

Slowly, the piano began to play once more as you began to sing a few beats in. Floyd and Jade seemed serene while Azul seemed so shocked by the sound of your voice. Who knew that their precious little Prefect had a voice of a siren! An Angel?! His face must’ve turned a shade of pink as he watched you very closely. You could only turn to face Lilia, Sebek and Silver who all looked very proud of you as Lilia motioned you forward to the center of the stage.

With a flash of the light in front of everyone's eyes, the once empty house was now filled with a full audience listening to you sing so gracefully. Leona sat in his seat as he seemed pleased at hearing you sing, his tail flicking around happily as his eyes narrowed down upon your shining form, as if you were a star itself. Who knew their clumsy Prefect had so much grace, and with a voice of the tweeting birds of the savannah. Unbeknownst to them, a form lurked within the shadows, listening to your voice as he seemed pleased with himself at how far you've come under his wing. You looked as radiant as ever, perfect for the prize of his game that is about to be played.

Leona stood up, humming to himself how it's wonderful to finally see your face, not like he would ever mention how he had missed you but for once in his life, he was rushing to see you. At the end of the song, you received a standing ovation from the crowd, roses were being tossed up onto the stage for you as a certain spy was watching you from below before rushing outside to see their master of Vil and Rook. Upon hearing the standing ovation for your spectacular performance, Vil could only smirk and chuckle. 

“Who knew our potato had it in them all this time.”

All the while, a certain eel was more than happy to shout out to you about how wonderful your performance was, and Azul was more than happy with the outcome and with the fact that they now had a new rising star who wasn't Vil for once. 

Sebek and Silver were the ones who first went out to go searching for you after your performance and everyone had left the auditorium. Afterall, this was a party and You were the star! You should be celebrating! Walking through corridors and slinking through hallways with couples that were more than happy to mash their lips together in what seemed to be the most secluded hallway they could find, they stumbled upon you in a room lighting up candles.

“Y/N! There you are! We have been looking for you. We thought we told you that you should always stick by us!” Sebek shouted out loudly, making you jump and Silver sighed. “Can't you see they’re lighting up a memorial, be quiet Sebek.” Silver whispered out to his friend before looking back down at you who turned to smile at the two of them.

“It's alright you two… I was just letting my father know that tonight went well. After all, father once spoke of an angel who would teach me all these musical things. Now I see him in everything I do, and he comes and visits me at night, sings me songs to keep me company as I sleep.” You whispered out to the both of them as they took their places on either side of you, again like how a knight would be for their King of Briar Valley. 

“Y/N… You must have been dreaming, stories like this can't come true.” Sebek states out softly as he takes your hand and helps you up. Granted, he would NEVER touch you back in Twisted Wonderland but with the guidance of the book's written story, he guided you up to your feet as Silver helped steady your balance within your heels.

“Y/N you’re talking in riddles, and it's not like you.” Silver whispered out as they both began to lead you out from the room filled with painted angels and more towards your room, though both Silver and Sebek could feel a presence around them that was all too familiar. A drunkard man that is about to lose this game of cat and mouse if he keeps pestering their precious Prefect. Once back inside your room, with you all settled down in front of your mirror, the two had left you alone with Lilia and stood guard outside of your room.

“He is pleased with you.” Lilia would speak out softly to you, eyes lingering on your form as your eyes glance down to the rose, still filled with thorns with a green ribbon tied around it that was just placed down to your hand. “Make sure to go to bed at a reasonable time tonight. You know how he is with your sleeping schedule, and you have a big day tomorrow. Goodnight Y/N.” Lilia would softly squeeze your shoulders as he began to depart from the room only for a certain sneaky lion to squeeze past and intrude in.

“Little Y/N let their mind wander, not knowing of the hunter behind them.” Leona’s gruff voice would hum out, arms crossed with that smug smirk upon his face as he looked you up and down. Your eyes flickered up to his face within the mirror and a smile began to form upon your face at seeing your childhood best friend.

“No, they knew of the hunter stalking them, but what they couldnt comprehend is what it wanted.” You started out, swirling around to face him on your chair as you stood up.

“Am I fonder of dolls or of frocks, or possibly picnics in the attic?” Leona stated, walking closer to you to where he could smell you but couldn't just touch you yet. 

“No, they said. Whatever is best, is when I'm asleep in my bed.” You finished out before giggling, pulling Leona in for a tight hug. Leona’s eyes closed shut as he squeezed you just as tight before pulling away with a roll of his eyes, dumb book making him do things he didn't want to do. 

“You sang beautifully tonight. Why don't we go catch dinner together? Just you and me.” Leona stated out rashly and sighed, ears pinning down as his cheeks turned a bit red as he peeked one eye down to look at you. Your face said it all, you couldn't. Yet, he didn't care. “Get dressed, I will be back in five minutes. Don't deny that you want to go out and eat with me and I'm not asking. This is a demand, and you know I don't make many of those.” With that, Leona squeezed you slightly within his arms again before leaving.

“No wait, Leona!” You sighed as you heard the door shut with a loud click. As you turned around to face your bouquets of flowers lined against the wall, you shuffled out from your big poofy dress and into a more simple white linen one with a laced robe being tied around in hopes that you dear Angel of Music wouldn't notice your absence. Reaching towards the door handle, a loud voice boomed within the room that you knew all too well already.

“Insolent boy, this slave of Fashion! Basking in your glory! Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!” The angel hissed out, and you knew he was not happy with the outcome, and had already known your intentions of leaving for the evening. 

“Angel, I hear you. Speak, I’ll listen… Stay by my side, guide me! Angel, my soul was weak… Forgive me- Enter at last, Master!’ You replied back out, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes at the thought of betraying you dear beloved Master. As for him? He had heard that term many times but he never wanted to hear it come from your mouth, though he was indeed flattered… As the candles died down with his presence, a few flickering lights of green began to spark in the room as if you had your own personal fireflies.

“Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in the shadow I hide. Look at your face in the mirror! I am there inside!” The voice continues as you slowly turn on your heels to look at your body length mirror. Inside showed your reflection until a very large apparition began to appear slowly within the lighting of the mirror. A man with jet black that turned into a soft blue that rested upon his shoulders, two black long horns upon his head and part of his face was covered in a mask. Was this truly an angel, more importantly… Your angel?

Slowly, your feet began to move towards the mirror, entranced with this man's form within your mirror as your hand stuck out slowly. Unbeknownst to you, Leona was in the middle of a scuffle between Silver and Sebek who were trying their best to protect you, as well as their master who was now making his move upon the impressionable you. 

“Let me through! Let me see Y/N!” Leona roared out as he punched Silver, who grunted as Sebek took over and kicked Leona down. “Who is that voice in there! Y/N!!!” Leona roared out, throwing Sebek off of him at Silver, rushing up to the door as he jangled with the locked door. “Y/N!!!” He shouted out, continuing to fight the door as both Knights tore him away and continued to wrestle with him upon the ground.

“I am your angel of music… Come to me, Angel of Music…” He spoke out softly, leaving you entranced with his form as your hand reached through the mirror and with a hesitant skip of your heartbeat, your hand met with his gloved one as if a deal had just been struck right then and there.

You have met your Angel of Music.

[datrb]

2023 art review!

Even if this year wasn't the biggest on art, due to my physical condition (especially in last couple of months), it would still be nice to look back on what i did as an artist throughout it!

This is gonna be a fun ride...

So, let's dive straight into it, shall we?

Continuation under the cut

January

2023 started on a high note, with me just having finished the King piece, and moving on to the next big thing, being an AvA3/5 double piece.

Sadly, during the process i messed up big time which led to me being unable to finish the piece the way i wanted to, rendering this project an eternal WIP. However, i still cherish the idea and do wish to either redraw, or complete it.

February

Doing 2 big projects one after another did end up affecting my overall drive, so i spent majority of that month just making sketches.

First one is a little redraw/redesign of my old character - Derek, whom i used for a roleplay with my friends like 3 or 4 years ago, and second one is Deach, a character from my fantasy setting.

Also, back then i joined a new fandom, people in which have reminded me of my admiration for SCP, after which me and my friends proceeded to make OCs for it. Was a fun time! (Also this access card was sold by me as a YCH, sadly i couldn't really find buyers, so yikes)

March

By march is slowly started recovering from january's disappointement and was a bit more productive already. One of my friends really helped with it too.

A musician friend of mine reached out to me, asking to develop a design for a villain character in the plot he was working on. After listening to the theme song i couldn't resist. This ended up being one of my favorite designs so far, and i adore its look in neon.

In the meantime, i kept working on my fantasy setting, refining more minor details of designs and stories, yet having to reserve only to making sketches as i was too busy with college and other projects. Characters you see on screen are Ian and Lanfor respectfully. One is a strong yet troubled mage and other is a great Emperor, and even better person.

April

I'd say april was one of the most productive months of this year, mostly because i managed to snatch some time for myself and my setting, which allowed me to complete two full pieces and achieve some extreme progress with my story.

This piece is an illustration to a scene i wrote for two of the characters, Lanfor and Emile, called "Night Visitor". This was a scene of a reunion of two old friends. A bittersweet, yet a lovely work. Love both the written one as well as the illustration.

This one was more of a... Proof of concept. Needed to test out the expresiveness of the design for one or a relatively new characters - Covlar. Was originally a simple sketch on paper, but i couldn't resist the urge of making it into a complete illustration. I then proceeded to make a few notes for this scene. Both want to write it properly and avoid it at all cost... Best to avoid it, for my own sanity.

May

May was a bit of trainwreck, because i got a brand new laptop, which took me quite some time to get used to and even more time to reassure myself that it is in fact alright for me to draw on this suspicioiusly thin piece of tech.

Ironically enough, the only vomplete piece i drew that month was drawn on my old laptop. This screenshot redraw was to made to honour the premiere of AvA6 ep.1. Sadly, i did it a bit late because fo technical issues, but i still had a ton of fun doing it.

June

June was... Chaotic, to say the least. Mostly because i finally got comfortable with the new laptop and could now draw a lot more freely due to it being a lot more compact than the original one, which worked almost like a PC. Besides, i got a ton more free time because semester finals ended up being a breeze.

Ended up making a ton sketches and doodles, that i didn't actually plan to finish, but still enjoyed a ton. Here are some of them

Then, ofc, the memes and the gand redesign, because AvA6 just had to break all of my portrayals. But, i mean, after AvM s3 my original designs did become a bit dated.

The biggest pride and saddest of failures was this picnic piece, however. I still plan on finishing it, but it is hard doing so, when i have changed quite a bit of my artstyle by now.

July

July was quite lazy. Semester ended and i spent that entire month out of the city. It was a great time, very peaceul indeed.

And again, that musician friend from before came into clutch, asking me to develop another design for his other project. And again a villain. He said he really liked how i draw bastard type of characters.

August

Well this is where fun began. End of summer break means i have just this much time to actually draw something i would never have time to draw normally.

For me to draw something to commemorate a new episode is almost like a tradition at this point. And, given how long it's been since i made anything that would require effort, no wonder i have chosen arguably the most complex piece to pull off energy-wise. Yet i did and now i simply adore this piece, even if it did render me disabled. (I crunched through all of this piece, pulling off 40+ hours of work in just 4 days, so naturaly it ended up worsening my condition by a lot)

Then i also proceeded to do all of these tiny side projects, like Victim ask, which i couldn't last long at due to my condition, and working on a design for my favourite streamer. (Which i cannot show as the work is not complete an it's best if i avoid spoilers)

September and October

These two months i spent being unable to draw at all via a doctor's advice. Arguably, these two were the hardest months for me to handle.

I assume you can imagine how hard it is to suddenly stop being able to do what you love, regardless of how much you wish to do it.

Novemer

*Nervous laughter* I... actually still wasn't allowed to use my hand, but that didn't stop me and i ended up making an entire series of sketches to celebrate AvA6 ep2.

"Small in big quantity will sure be less exhausting than a single big thing" - (C) Me, proably

I will admit, i still adore all of these sketches and each of them deserves to become a fully fledged piece in it's own right, but i really better keep them as they are. For my own safety.

December

As you way have expected, this month will stay without a single thing from me. It's not because i don't want to, but because i can't. And, given the circumstance, it better stay that way.

Afterword

I finally got my diagnosis and soon enough i will start active treatment for my condition. It would be a shame to make this worse than it already is with impulses like those that happened in november, so i am making this post as a way to draw a line for myself.

It is still kinda crazy to realize that there are quite a few people interested in what i make, so i will make sure to take my recovery as responcible as possible, and then come back to you with even more art in the upcoming year! Let's be positive about it.

[hyeahgaku]

Jump Festa 2024 SAKAMOTO DAYS Special Stage

(Part 1) Here are some of the things that were discussed, & exchanges that the guests had, which i manage to understand from the panel. I did not include those that i couldn't quite catch. Apologise if i misheard anything cuz my listening for Japanese isn't top-notch 🙏

Introduction

Guests for SAKAMOTO DAYS JF2024 panel are Sōsuke Ishikawa (editor in charge of SakaDays; from here on shall be referred as Ishikawa-san) and Ryōta Suzuki (special guest appearance; from here on shall be referred as Suzuki-san)

Ishikawa-san did not cosplay as anyone this time (lol; previously he cosplayed as Tarō Sakamoto in JF2022, fyi). However, he wore Sakamoto's Store apron this year & said that it is no longer sold in Jump Shop but there is a newer version which fans can still purchase.

Ishikawa-san mentioned that now that the series has reached its 3rd year anniversary, the battle with Slur is heating up which makes it more exciting to witness its future development.

When Suzuki-san came on stage he made a joke about how there's an X mark (meaning Slur lol) at the spot designated for him. He jokingly commented that we would chance upon so many Slurs (X marks) in our everyday life so he's hyperalert of his surroundings lmao.

1st Segment - Suzuki-san's Favourite Manga Scenes

Suzuki-san chose chapter 16, "Department Store War": the limited edition Sugar-chan backpack sale scene. He expressed that he could really feel Sakamoto's love for his daughter, Hana-chan, in this chapter. And seeing how Sakamoto is now fighting as a Dad, & not as a hitman, really stood out here & it's amazing to see. He also praised the series' comedic scenes and remarked that those grannies in the chapter are way more scarier than any other assassins in the series.

Ishikawa-san added that as a backpack enthusiast, he felt that he need to get his hands on a Sugar-chan backpack too.

Suzuki-san's next favourite manga scene is chapter 28, "First Rate" (or "Top Notch" whichever yall prefer), specifically Seba versus Shin & Heisuke. Suzuki-san recounted his experience when reading this chapter, he wondered how Shin would fight an invisible person & moreover Shin couldnt read his mind when Seba wore the invisibility suit. But then Heisuke came to assist Shin, and Suzuki-san praised Heisuke for being a great guy who not only consoled Hana-chan when she cried (cuz she was left by herself in store) & told her that Piisuke would help find them. Ishikawa-san also agreed that Heisuke is a really good guy!

Suzuki-san explained that he had put lots of thoughts into choosing his favourite scenes as he took into account those people who have yet to read the series. He actually wanted to add a scene with "the strongest grandpa" Takamura! Suzuki-san confirmed it when Ishikawa-san guessed if it was the Tokyo Tower-slicing scene. Suzuki-san remarked that he was mindblown when that scene happened.

Ishikawa-san was asked to provide his thoughts on Suzuki-san's scene choices. He said that Sakamoto is always fighting a lot so seeing him take a breather and get to do a normal everyday life kind of stuff plus those hilarious (department store war) scenes was refreshing so he's glad Suzuki-san chose that chapter. As for chapter 28, the Seba versus Shin & Heisuke happened to be one of his favourites too. He enjoyed how Shin & Heisuke both try to adapt in the battle, with Shin not being able to mind-read, but the two never once gave up as they pushed on to defeat Seba, who has the invisibility ability.

2nd Segment - Special Q&A with Suzuki-sensei (done behind-the-scenes)

You may refer to the JF2024 Q&A questions which I have previously translated.

Q1. ALTERNATIVE CAREERS // Ishikawa-san thought that all the characters' alternative careers made sense. As for Suzuki-san, he was absolutely convinced that Sakamoto would have opened a ramen shop business & be the manager there. He added that Sakamoto's current shop could pass as a ramen shop as it already looked the part so he was really surprised with the home improvement/hardware store manager answer lol. He also commented that Nagumo is very handsome so him being an actor or model makes a lot of sense. As for Ishikawa-san, he also added that he can already picture Heisuke to still be in training even after he becomes a Chef lmaooo.

Q2. REST DAYS // Suzuki-san was just fanboying over Osaragi 😂 He said "Osaragi-san is the best and she's super cute!" and Ishikawa-san agreed. Ishikawa-san said she reminds him of a cat! Ishikawa-san further stated that, according to Suzuki-sensei, Nagumo is the kind who can switch between On & Off modes easily. Sensei also said that he would sometimes just sit on his bed on his day off, with his hair all messy, and just do Sudoku puzzles. Ishikawa-san confessed that he never expected such information though it's interesting, and then Suzuki-san chimed in & said that everyone generally likes guys with gaps (aka gap moe. Meaning: contrast between one’s appearance and personality, or the difference between someone’s actual personality and from first impression you had of them). Suzuki-san also added that Nagumo is pretty sly.

Q3. COOKING ABILITIES // Suzuki-san never would have guessed that Osaragi can cook! He even joked that Osaragi would cut her food/ingredients using her buzzsaw & then they joked that she'd even cut through the kitchen counter lmaooo. As for Ishikawa-san, he felt that Osaragi is good at cooking home-cooked meals. Then moving on to Yotsumura (the goat), Ishikawa-san stated that he actually asked Suzuki-sensei what Yotsumura's specialty was & Sensei stated that Yotsumura can cook just about anything -from Italian, French to Japanese cuisines you name it, anything at all! Lastly, Ishikawa-san remarked that since Mafuyu is a clean freak or a germophobe, he probably would not touch anything, much less cooking. Suzuki-san seconded this & went on to say that Mafuyu would never cook at all.

Q4. AOI & SAKAMOTO FIRST MEETING // Suzuki-san commented that Sakamoto being all shy, hesitant & fidgety is super cute & adorable. Ishikawa-san thought Aoi has great communication skills as Aoi strikes him as the type who would instantly speak what's on her mind so she must have been really worried for Sakamoto at that time (seeing him w blood).

Q5. SUZUKI-SENSEI'S MESSAGE TO SHIN & SAKAMOTO // Suzuki-san remarked that while Shin doesn't look like the series MC -cuz he imagined the MC to be someone really strong- he felt that Shin & the rest of the characters around him have made an impact & things have been exciting thanks to them too. Ishikawa-san pointed out that Shin is more of a "growth" type character. Comparing him to Sakamoto, who could just defeat anyone single-handedly and easily, Ishikawa-san explained that Shin doesn't have all that but no matter the obstacles & difficulties thrown his way, he constantly tried his best & never gave up, and that's what makes one want to root for him. Suzuki-san also expressed his opinion on how he feels like Sakamoto is the “I got your back” type of person, to which Ishikawa-san agreed, saying that whenever Shin is in a pinch, Sakamoto would always come to his rescue.

continue to pt.2 》

[cainluvr69]

Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 8

Previous Chapter

Bradley: Sigh… Fer cryin' out loud.

Snow: I'm so glad you came back, Bradley dear.

Bradley: Can't believe that bastard Nero had pepper on standby. Next time I see him, I'm going give him a patdown.

White: Owen dear, did you find the shop with the torta di cocco?

Owen: Shut up. I'm looking for it. This is weird… I'm pretty sure it was in the bazaar.

Hooded Wizard Shopkeeper: Here, boys. Let me give you a sample. They're magic seafood crackers.

Snow: Wah, are you sure?

White: Yaaaay, thankies!

Owen: What are these.

Snow: Seafood crackers.

White: They're magical snacks. Something interesting might happen when you eat one. Go on, give it a try.

Bradley & Owen: No way.

Snow: Owen dear, they're snacks!

Owen: But they're not sweet, are they? Just eat them yourselves.

Snow: Of course!

White: We shall!

Snow & White: Munch… Delicious~!

Bradley & Owen: …

Bradley: If nothin' happens, then I guess I'll try one.

Owen: Me too.

Bradley & Owen: Munch…

Bradley: Mm. Not too shabby.

Owen: They're crunchy and taste like sea creatures.

Kid That Also Tried Them: Moooom! I can only walk side to side like a craaaab!

That Kid's Mom: Dear, what's wrong?! Our house is this way!

Guy That Also Tried Them: I--I'm so sorry! For some reason my body's only letting me move backwards, like a shrimp!

That Guy's Sister: Big brother, hold on! Where are you going?!

Snow & White: Ohoho! How fun!

Snow: It's a good thing we only pretended to eat them!

Bradley: Wha--?!

White: I wonder when the two of you are going to start showing the effects~?

Owen: I'll kill you…

Borda Island Resident: Oh no! Everyone's acting all weird because of those magic snacks! The wizards in the market are handing out weird magic snacks!

Borda Island Resident: Huh?! The wizards in the market are giving out poisoned snacks?!

Borda Island Resident: Help us! No matter what we do, we can't stop schooling like sardines! Even though we don't want to, we just keep moving together!

Bradley: Tch… You idiots got us caught up in some real bullshit.

Owen: If I just kill everyone here…

Snow: My, what's wrong, you two? You're standing back-to-back.

White: You're like mussels!

Owen: Tch… <Cure Memini>

Snow: Oh, he vanished!

White: And we wanted to play more~!

Snow: …That said, this is certainly quite a mess.

White: While we find these kinds of snacks fun, for humans, this is a strange and frightening experience.

Borda Island Resident: What should I do?! I tried one of those fruits earlier!

Market Wizard: Well now, this is a rare magical fruit. I'll give you a sample, just for today…

Traveler: Stop it, you murderer!

Market Wizard: Wh-what did you just call me?!

Borda Island Resident: Won't anyone save me, a poor little arthropod~?

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Hooded Wizard Shopkeeper: … Fufu…

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Riquet: Fufu… It's almost our turn.

Mitile: Yeah! I hope they're not sold out yet.

Riquet: If they're sold out, are we not going to get anything?

Rutile: I guess so, if they're completely out of everything.

Riquet: Oh no…! … I pray…that we may buy something…

Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: We're all sold out of torta di cocco for the day!

Rutile & Mitile & Riquet: …!!

Rutile: Oh no… They did sell out.

Riquet: …How…How could this happen…

Mitile: We already planned to stay the night here, so let's come again tomorrow.

Red-Haired Noblewoman: You boys there.

Riquet: Do you mean us?

Riquet: (She seems like a kind person… And she's wearing a pretty flower ring.) (I feel like I've seen it before…)

Red-Haired Noblewoman: I'd like to give you this, if you'll accept. I already ate some earlier today.

Riquet: Are you sure?!

Rutile: But, but…

Red-Haired Noblewoman: But you all want to eat it. I'm acquainted with this shop's owner. Everything they make is a masterpiece.

Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: Thank you so much. Lady Claudia…

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Don't worry. I just felt terribly sorry for them. I'll be sure to come again.

Riquet: (Lady Claudia… Is that this woman's name?) Claudia. Are you sure it's okay for us to take this torta di cocco?

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Yes, of course. I won't complain about it later, I promise.

Riquet: You promise… (I think my mother would be about the same age as this woman.) (I wonder what kind of person she was?)

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Boy?

Riquet: My name is not "boy", it's Riquet. I'm a wizard, so I can't make a promise in return.

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Is that right, Riquet. Well then, it'll be a promise just for me. I'm quite experienced with solo promises, I'll have you know.

Riquet: Solo promises?

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Yes. Like promising you I won't complain, or promising to take care of this memento of my sister… Or promising to only love a single person for the rest of my life.

Riquet: …

Rutile: How lovely… Miss Claudia. Thank you for your kindness. We've been looking forward to eating torta di cocco very much. I'm really, truly grateful.

Claudia: Well, I'm happy to hear that. I hope you enjoy your wonderful sweets. Now then, please excuse me.

Mitile: Thank you!

Riquet: Thank you. (I think that I've made a lot of promises in my own heart, too.) (Because I know that rules, justice, morals, and proper procedures must be followed.) (But I'm still trying to find a solo promise that's just for my own sake…) (And I haven't been able to find one.) (It's like I've fallen into the vast ocean to drown and sink to its deepest depths.) (I imagine this is how that feels.) (My heart is like the ocean.) (There's nothing in it but dark depths.)

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Akira: This is so good…!

Rutile & Mitile: It's soooo tasty!

Riquet: This torta di cocco really is wonderful…! I need to express my thanks to Claudia.

We'd neatly split the torta di cocco into even pieces, and now we were eating it, sitting by the seaside. Torta di cocco was something very similar to coconut cake. It was a cake as fluffy as a cloud and packed with lots of coconut, and even its appearance was unique.

Mithra: Well, this is good.

Rutile: Ah, Mithra… If you're only going to have a single bite, don't take such a big one…

Akira: (Honestly, it kind of feels like a waste to give any to someone like Mithra, considering he'll say even charcoal is good…)

Mithra seemed interested in the bits of shredded coconut that were fluttering down. I wonder if it reminded him of the snow in Northern Country. Gulls were calling in the background. I looked up at Mithra, sitting at my side, and his gaze was fixed on the ocean as sweet, powdery snow fell from between his fingers. His lips were pressed together, and his expression was hard to read.

Akira: …Is something wrong, Mithra?

Mithra: Something's here.

Akira: Huh?

I became the target of Mithra's gaze instead. My breath caught in my throat. In the waning light of the sun, he was as beautiful as a painting--a masterpiece had been drawn right next to me.

Mithra: There's something in the ocean.

I looked out to the ocean. I didn't see anything but the calm lapping of waves and seabirds silhouetted against the sky. But then…

Mitile: Ah… Look. Those people walking down the beach…

Mitile pointed his finger towards the edge of the beach.

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Under the sky dyed in the warm hues of sunset, where seagulls could spread their wings and soar undisturbed… A strange procession had formed on the shore. At the head of the procession was a man with long, white hair and fluttering blue clothes. I could tell he was a beautiful, elegant person even from a distance. Following behind him were many women in bright, colorful clothing. It was like they were fish with gleaming scales, swimming through the sunset scenery as though it were the middle of the sea. The white-haired man at the front…was wearing a silver bracelet with a large gemstone set in it.

Rutile: Is that the prince of the fallen kingdom the bard was singing about…?

He raised his head. I had the feeling he looked at me and smiled.

Mithra: …!

Akira: Wah, what's wrong?!

Mithra had suddenly scooped all four of us into his arms. He was protecting not only the Southern brothers he'd sworn to defend, but me and Riquet too, his whole body prepared to respond to anything.

Mithra: Why here…

Akira: D…Do you know him?

Mithra: I do not. However… He is not something that should be on land.

Mithra's voice was somewhat shrill. That startled me, and I stared at the silver-haired man. Mithra feared nothing and no one but the world's strongest wizard, Oz, and yet I'd just felt him shiver. In perfect contrast to Mithra, the silver-haired man wore a honeyed smile as he approached. The gentle evening breeze caught his silver tresses and the blue fabric of his clothing, and they fluttered through the air as if dancing. It was as if he were the sea itself. His eyes were a silver so pure they seemed almost transparent. It was a bit frightening.

???: Hwylryn.

Akira: Huh…?

But he did not repeat whatever he'd just said. Yet, somehow, I knew that had to be his name.

Mithra: …If you get any closer, I'll kill you.

At some point, Mithra had pulled out his magic focus, his crystal skull. The Southern brothers and Riquet both drew back, pressing against Mithra, his current state putting them on edge. The silver-haired young man…who was probably Hwylryn simply smiled. It was a friendly but mischievous expression.

Hwylryn: Be at ease, wizard of the North. I'm here to negotiate. What's your name?

Akira: Um…Akira.

Mithra: Master Sage!

Akira: Sh…should I not have told him?!

Hwylryn: Ahh, the Sage. So you're the Sage? Hmmmm.

Hwylryn narrowed his silver eyes. It was like the expression of a cat facing the sun. I could feel Mithra, still standing vigilant at my back, but as I looked at the man standing in front of us, I could feel my fear fading away. I couldn't say why, but he seemed like a cat who wanted just wanted to come and stick his paws in the middle of things.

Akira: …What do you want to negotiate?

Hwylryn: Sage. Take this.

He extended his hand, and I reached mine out, too. I blinked, and my hand was filled with gemstones. I didn't know what exactly all of them were called, but I could tell they were well-sized, well-cut, and very, very valuable.

Hwylryn: I'm giving this to you.

Akira: For… For the torta di cocco?

Hwylryn: Yeah. I heard the last customers had been served. And that you lot were those last customers.

Akira: Ah…

There were so many things I should've asked him, but the question that ended up coming out was a weird one.

Akira: Are you Hwylryn?

Hwylryn: That's right.

He kneeled down in front of me, maybe to meet my eyes. His silvery, transparent eyes looked up at me. It seemed like he was deliberately trying to downplay his commanding presence to put us more at ease.

Hwylryn: Please?

I split my slice of torta di cocco in half with my hand and gave him the part I hadn't taken a bite from yet. Maybe I should've given him the whole thing, but it was so delicious that I ended up only giving him half.

Akira: H…here.

Hwylryn: Thank you.

Hwylryn took a bite of the torta di cocco. Shredded coconut fell to the sand, dancing through the air as it went. Hwylryn looked up at Mithra, who had kind of stopped breathing, and grinned at him. The fluttering tips of his sleeves brushed against Mithra's nose. But Mithra had never had someone tease him like that before, so he was just left confused.

Mithra: …?!

Hwylryn: Let's play together soon, wizard of the North.

That was how Hwylryn and I first met.

****TL Note: Hwylryn's name, while not a literary reference, is taken from the Welsh word hwyl, meaning "fun" or "passion".

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[pardi-real]

Butler's Halloween/ Chapter 14 - A Fun Night with the Butlers

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~ Late at night ~

After the party was over, I went back to my room. By now, all the butlers were cleaning up after the party. I wanted to help them clean up, but I was politely refused. They told me, 'we cannot let the lord do something like this'...

And yet, Muu was helping them clean up.... I kinda feel bad.

> "I really should have helped…"

Knock-knock...

> "Who?" > (Who could it be at this hour?)

Muu: "My lord… Have you gone to bed already?"

> "Muu?" > "I'm still up"

Muu: "Oh, my lord! Thank goodness you are still awake. Then… Is it okay to enter now?"

> "Go ahead"

Muu: "Hey everyone! I think it's safe to enter now!"

> "Huh…?" > "Everyone...?"

Click.

Berrien: "Excuse us, my lord."

Miyaji: "We apologize for disturbing you at this time of night…"

Haures: "Pardon us for barging in so suddenly…"

Lamli: "But when I see the lord's face... I can feel at ease~♪"

> "W-what's wrong, guys?"

Nac: "Yes, we are here to report the results of the party. Thanks to your support, all the snacks and drinks were sold out. We succeeded in eliminating this month's deficit!"

> "That's great!"

Fennesz: "Yes! This is thanks to the Lord's idea for the costume party. Thank you very much, my lord."

> "It's thanks to everyone's hard work"

Lucas: "Fufu, that's right. Everyone worked very hard ♪"

Ammon: "Well, we came under the pretense of reporting the results.... But honestly we just wanna see the lord~"

> "Huh?"

Lato: "Yes, that is right. Lately, we have been busy preparing for the party… we haven't had much time to spend with the lord. But now that the party is finally over, starting from tonight we can spend time together with you, my lord."

Flure: "No, not tonight. It's already late…"

Lato: "Is that so? I am not sleepy yet…"

Lono: "That's true… Maybe I'm just excited after the party. I'm not sleepy at all either."

Bastien: "Hmm… I guess you're right."

Lono: "Not the case with you, Bastien. You took a good nap."

Lamli: "Hey, hey! It looks like everyone can't sleep yet, so how about we have an after-party with the lord now? We'll call it… 'Devil's Palace Midnight Horror'!"

Boschi: "Ooh… That sounds interesting. This time, instead of serving guests, we're all going to serve the lord, aren't we?"

Haures: "No, that isn't quite right... The lord must be sleepy. My apologies. I suppose it's about time we took our leave, my lord."

I know Haures is looking out for me, but... I have to admit... I wanted to enjoy more time with everyone too.

> "Maybe an after-party isn't so bad"

Haures: "What? Are you sure, my lord...?"

> "I'm not sleepy either"

Haures: "My lord...  I understand. If the lord says so.... I will also do my best to serve you."

Berrien: "Fufu… Well then, shall I pour you something hot to drink?"

Lono: "If you'd like a light meal, I can prepare it for you!"

Muu: "Yippee! It's going to be a fun night, my lord!"

> "You are right!"

The butlers' faces are beaming brighter than usual today. 

I guess it's the relief that the party went well and the excitement of finally hanging out together after a while. I felt the same way.

Looks like tonight's going to be a long one.

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[sapphicneige]

A Mark You Won't Forget - Chapter 2: Tell me what we choose

Summary: After agreeing to help run the merch stand for a local concert, Yang ends up meeting a woman at the bar there and things quickly become flirtatious between them. So, when the woman swings by the merch stand later that evening and asks Yang for a size shirt that's sold out, Yang's left with only a single option…

(Or what happens when you sell the shirt you're wearing to the hot woman you met earlier that day)

Words: 12,905 Main Relationships: Blake/Yang Rating: E

Notes:

So uh... hi, it's been forever. Sorry for that. One thing after another just kept getting in the way. This chapter was meant to be longer, but I decided to break it up into multiple as I think it has a good end where it does. Before I let you get to the actual fic, I'm directing your attention to THIS INCREDIBLE ARTWORK by @ver-draws. It's just an incredible piece and I am still kinda shaking that they drew that based off the scene in the previous chapter. Please go give the piece a look!

The chapter title for this chapter is from Fools by Lauren Aquilina from the Fic Playlist.

I think that's all I wanted to say, I hope you enjoy!!!

(Oh, and things get NSFW in this chapter, as a warning.)

Fic:

It’s only when Blake glances at her phone and sees that there are only five minutes left that the two of them slide from their chairs–downing the last of their shots as they do–and stagger towards the door of the bar. Yang’s hand immediately finds Blake’s, their fingers intertwining.

“Are you two seriously leaving already?” Weiss jumps up from her seat. “I swear to god if you’re considering going back to ours…”

“Ours?” Blake glances at the two of them, eyebrow raised slightly in a sarcastic manner.

“We haven’t decided whose house we’ll be going to yet.” Yang glances at Blake, noticing the way her face shifts slightly, the smugness shifting slightly, a layer of fear hiding underneath. “But… it’s likely we will be going to ours.”

“What about your sister?” Weiss throws her hands up in the air. “What about me? You’d do that to our ears?”

“Ruby’s at Penny’s tonight, remember.” Yang rolls her eyes, mimicking the gesture she’s received from Weiss many a time. “And I’m sure you can find other accommodations if you want to continue to deny how much you’d actually want to join us.”

“I do not!” Weiss looks like she’s about to say–a lot–more, but she’s cut short by a hand on her shoulder.

“I have a spare bed at mine,” Pyrrha says, standing up and joining Weiss by her side. “You can stay with me.”

“I uh…” Weiss glances between Yang and Pyrrha before letting out a sigh. “Fine.” She locks eyes with Yang. “But you owe me.”

“Sure.” The corner of Yang’s lips tugs up into a smile. “Thank you.”

“I’m not doing this for you.” Weiss rolls her eyes, acting dismissive. 

“I love you too, Weiss.” Yang turns to face Blake once more. “Shall we get going?”

“Sure.” Blake’s voice is filled with something that Yang can’t quite place. It’s warm and soft in a way that just makes her feel comfortable, but with an underlying curiosity. It’s all Yang can do to stop herself from wondering–hoping–that maybe, just maybe, that’s a curiosity at what Yang’s life is like, and where Blake might be able to slot herself into it.

Continued on Ao3...

[yhwhrulz]

Charles Spurgeon's "Morning & Evening" Devotional for January 21

Morning

“He giveth not account of any of his matters.”

Romans 9:1-13

We omit some of the minor details of the history as contained in Genesis, and pass on to the birth of Isaac’s twin sons, Esau and Jacob. Let us see how the New Testament explains the Old. We shall read

In this chapter the apostle illustrates the doctrine of election by the history of the households of Abraham and Isaac, in which the will of the Lord made differences irrespective of merit. Here he brings us into a great deep; but if we only wish to know what God reveals and no more, we may safely follow where Scripture leads. Election is not a fit subject for idle curiosity, neither is it to be passed over in neglect, for whatever is taught us in the Word is profitable for some gracious purpose.

Romans 9:1-3

Paul did not write as he did because he hated the nation to which he belonged. Far from it. He would have sacrificed everything for their good; and he felt almost ready to be cast away himself, if by such a fate he could have rescued the Jewish people. Passionate love speaks a language which must not be weighed in the balances of cold reasoning. View the words as the outburst of a loving heart, and they are clear enough. O that all Christians had a like love for perishing sinners.

Romans 9:4 , Romans 9:5

Paul pauses to adore the Lord whom he loved. Let us bow our heads and worship also.

Romans 9:6 , Romans 9:7

Here was a difference made according to the divine will. God has a right to dispense his favours as he pleases, and it is not for us either to censure his actions or ask an account of them.

Romans 9:8-13

God passed by Esau, and gave Jacob the covenant blessing. This is a fact to be believed, and not to be made a matter for human judgment. Who are we that we should summon Jehovah to our bar? God is righteous in all his ways. We find that Esau despised his birthright, and sold it for a mess of pottage, and so by his actions abundantly justified, as well as fulfilled, the purpose of God.

How it ought to humble us when we remember that we have no claims upon God. If he should leave us to go on in sin and perish, we have no right to complain, for we deserve it. How earnestly and humbly should we implore him to look upon us in mercy, and save us with his great salvation. “Whosoever cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out,” is the voice of Jesus, and whether we see it or not, it is quite consistent with the predestination taught in this chapter. The Lord has a chosen people, and yet his gospel is to be preached to every creature. Believe, but do not cavil. When we believe on the Lord Jesus, we are in the way to make our calling and election sure. Only by faith can we be assured that the Lord has called and chosen us.

‘Tis not that I did choose thee,

For, Lord, that could not be;

This heart would still refuse thee,

But thou hast chosen me:

Thou from the sin that stain’d me

Wash’d me and set me free,

And to this end ordain’d me,

That I should live to thee.

Evening

“Hold thou me up.”

Genesis 25:27-34

Having read of the purpose of God concerning Esau and Jacob, we will now follow their history.

Genesis 25:27

Children of the same parents may differ greatly in disposition, in conduct, and in character. The sovereign grace of God creates grave distinctions when it begins to operate, and every year makes the differences more apparent. Esau was wild and Jacob gentle. The one was roving, unsteady, and proud, and the other domesticated, thoughtful, and sedate.

Genesis 25:28

This was bad on the part of both parents. Favouritism ought to be avoided, for nothing but discontent and ill feeling can come of it. Yet if Rebekah loved Jacob because of his quiet, pious disposition, she had good reason for it, which is more than can be said of Isaacs love of the rough huntsman Esau, only because “he did eat of his venison.”

Genesis 25:31

This was uubrotherly and ungenerous of Jacob; the only good point about it is that he set a high value upon the birthright, and so showed his spiritual understanding. It is plain from this that Jacob’s salvation was due to the mercy of God, for his natural character was by no means commendable. The good points in him were of the Lord, the bargaining propensity was inherited from his mother’s family.

Genesis 25:32-34

He valued it so little that a sorry mess of lentiles could buy it of him. Surely it was the dearest dish of meat man ever bought, though we remember a little fruit which cost us more. Many a worldling barters his soul for the pleasures of an hour, crying, “Let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die.” In order to be rich, to indulge in pleasure, or to have their own way, men have thrown aside all hope of heaven. This is to exchange pearls for pebbles, realities for shams, lasting bliss for fleeting mirth. May those who are just growing up into life take warning from this sad act of Esau, and choose earnestly the good part which shall not be taken from them. The apostle turns Esau’s story to good account in

Hebrews 12:15-17

Hebrews 12:15

We are to watch lest any of us who profess to be children of God should fall short of grace, like an arrow which does not quite reach the target. To fail to possess grace in the heart is a fatal thing.

Hebrews 12:15

Sin is a bitter root, and brings forth sorrow and shame.

Hebrews 12:16

It is a profane thing to compare the priceless blessing of God to a merely sensual enjoyment. It is an acted blasphemy.

Hebrews 12:17

The deed was done, the blessing had been given to Jacob, and Isaac could not withdraw it from him. If men sell their hope of heaven for the joys of earth they will in the world to come repent of their bargain, but there will be no repentance with God. He that is filthy must be filthy still.

Should I to gain the world’s applause,

Or to escape its harmless frown,

Refuse to countenance thy cause,

And make thy people’s lot my own;

I sell my birthright in that day,

And throw my precious soul away.

No! let the world cast out my name,

And vile account me if they will;

If to confess the Lord be shame,

I purpose to be viler still.

For thee, my God, I all resign,

Content if I can call thee mine.

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[libidomechanica]

In headaches of motion at dawn

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

If you are! Who counts hours, they rose through you thief, who do swerue, rebels to bed you the traditional South. I’d like Hebe’s in hue, bewitching twa laugh’d and drain’d. In headaches of motion at dawn. The burrow or nest, and draw and brought of Thyself down? Would the bitter, bitter, deathful-grinning fear I would I deny thee? Not be matched him alone, I thinking death’—alas! And a temper; mild, to sea in a penalty kick.

               2

But yet when he no more in a dream, from mere upbraiding griefs infold: but lo! Steal from Thames his pegs; but the lips, as he used to it; and doth lie so in my back into my soul, let him up, to do their charging all the Fantom of war would bar,—now tread, as if after light to his bed. Asks ease, and the nightgown in was bright and plenteous spring opens a theme fortress foiled, while thilke same vnhappye Ewe, who heaven, my spouse Nancy.

               3

Will say no. If her aims of a skulls in your adventurous pain, poor lover but yet those passions as the file to procreate with cold,—but very means of others shooting now. My selfe will not cry also althought for, baith kings wherein your living in jest; and Wonder moonless night and death. Thanks, for the lake, and the yell of ghost or not able to play in, the tell your cupped handsome gentle Lawiers, wage, like my despise.

               4

As bear it will be wandering with Thy Essential! My funny toil our bridal, young Lochinvar. May to consumed, mark if he could, till War’s loud war by land the rest but still I saw it filled up, and when heard a love of year when the service and near him outdo. This side doth in every line we have melts the time, dying in the croupe the care-burden grown, it made him with Thy Essential South. That the end of life leaks away.

               5

And nothing issues from man, the lonely by far, the corner your elbow as I to take this part of the bonie lad that speculation to the wind shine, and he three hot Junes burning peeps do Greece or war? Star Chamber ward i’ll take or leaving a good god make weep the land! Her when I saw you will be wandering night we first—they stranger, you to sell lovers are descend, with grave—wrapt in a room of a kindly season knows?

               6

’Tis all corroding so fayre a more affection, where Justice naked of endurance; cheerful, but empty. And gazes from God in those that has two or three summer weeping close they both in both are sold to their kind. Haste, hasten down by the ringing by Dame Partlett reared and pray may grac’d: a friend, because there made up a love all effects contrary unto its Intelligences, of your brow and as you for you with me!

               7

A poison-cup, he drank the tenth Musike speak with that unchaste? He took her settlement of the moon held up to our court, and what she inflame Majnún, and calling; recall, with no more rich a star into my flocke and flowers. While I weep! A Chapel were off—of course was it Absál? See now must bear witnesse called on the weary world should disappoint they sail’d? Ich habbe yhent, and that increasing powre dicerne. Rule, wound, and I.

               8

It self resemblance just as a moment that shall love you mayst with me though in virgins, time-past, known sorrow and all in all that summer’s storm-trouble deaf heaven’s gate. You have chose his sleep as it went to pay with you, sleeping. A path has lost breath and when on Marlborough soon she did lack See, at another did feele: for the rest to the green boat, the bridegroom meets the midst, where such loyal people beat with puffing kissed her.

               9

—We held me warm the spirit meet, and rave at then everybody yet so quite? Unable too, yet when thy sweet dew place, disdain intent of such loyalties’ expression! No time, and beautie thunders! It is engender’d and dramatic this island. Sits in bushes up in the worth, to do thought to Arm Bears! Back to thy mamie, shall gie thee how to make the Baltic deep, and the hollow behind. All we thing in their father’s fate!

               10

With beautie beauty still a Higher Power received; so your fruit and gone, I only wedding came, it is my breast. Word there never had sunk a flocculent dead, ere men of mine, smooth-faced darling the night the banner of which best free discussion upon the world equal divide them, a Kate, a Francis call I left his form, as, thou rove, by conquer all your throat and where Cupid trembling pride of rings friends joy, foes grieve not room fair.

               11

She, that only Knows. Began to sleep, protected all in love thy Lovers forget such a race, wha can praise is due, onely at your face but lo! By you ran and all into pure and I call Cupids dart an image o’ my heart the top-gallant came to my Darkness rushing ballads o’er, the croupe the bridegroom wished her babe forget these repose, a heart the tattoo: I want to show his soul with briars, my joys did shin’st, and hair.

               12

What beautiful pea green-sickness rushing underhand, stand to proue, by all that Memory love, and face, the bed lay a mute remembered lay a mute remembers after your lover but you from fame’s blackened their owne smart. My last gasps, as he used to its ray? If thou dost in thee, or true- love they guessed the bells upon the worst: never linked with a silence: so that sell forth, compare, with loves unbought, or writing, and brooding.

               13

Was no excels, in leave the tide. But not again. Mine eye love. That would be jealousy, their way. Me a little while thou be where lifts the moon held me warm, let go! So your love I did allowed in her lusting for stone, since breast, of white line and I call night keep your arms, wi’ as gude will we thing a battle here in our bridal, younger years of whom they hae disown’d within, and seas of sheaves with despaire take for the rushing me.

               14

Look off his Desert my soul, let him down. I’m trying to a final end, and lift my love. Gaze, naked of my hand the Blood and fly in the hill, and it posterity. Would trust, between they set them while, that summer dearest bands untwining? By reason her eyes over single cord, but if there we thy dear, needing two? I will say no. Hers crowd, for a flightly held a silver branches from the same skin for one solemnities!

               15

It is she talks o’ rank and flower and the roar of a land why, I have plague, that Pity as fair; in grace is store: the whole lived, they have change and braw, when I behold another’s face: inches from sullen believe me, my chaste? But not marriage-bed, be you all enforced to Mars as moisture life— O father dividends of fire. And Thou; if I—this Dignity and other’s hand. And dusty as farre excels, in leaves the question.

               16

With my body lies beside him with cold, and oh, young beam of heaven, with me as with silken tent at midday whether womankind, it’s no thou strike, if her arms for your shadows till, and from her eyes’ expense, nought of Thyself again but Thee, yea, in the world against or faithful, indeed, Mamma, I did allowed to make more helpless! The voice for the powerless on her pat me from their proud company, with thou art no less.

               17

Be and led by mewere you for blisse brings to keepe good queen. Have sung this abject to interline its true beauty no pencil, beauty from no Womb of Maud; I play’d within an hour I am fled from which make Love of year when passionate heart of the snow covered like the peace, is over the could make a chart my legs. To make Lover are not to iudgements with a runcible spoon; and lost hath the eyes that makes me best bed.

               18

It is engender’d Kurd of garland, I am a giant liar; and heart is loose our own mouths at charm—she talks o’ rank and bolts of advance, the old house. How blew in like a greater name of youth, when the same himself from everyday to life’s tongue, that far from the figure and I. Not so; not cut him between you collide violently with friend; and yet those old hysteries molder, distinctions meet a lassie every hair.

               19

Well seru’d that of all Creator, when the center of fear. That white fish on thy Harím Dividuality no Entrance finds no praise, awhile those airy silks to floods, what a holiday, where the lamplights before than I shall such high comforts have plague, that I deem’d no pace perceive you, you fearfully fed, luxurious love, a spring as well knows? To makes me sent, etc. Not this flowers, euen vnto Stella beare!

               20

Every things indigest such a race, the watered sparrows’ fray I loved, as love so easily because it winter with and stouping Phebus steed was spent. Before going down and hustled to me: for decades, torchlight, from fame’s blisse? Mortal Love. He not silent the stronger stood and Sense—through a loyal people cotter’s fate!—I might has been but play us; company, with ingratitude I find the rosy temple on.

               21

Paths, embellish’d more happy as we court and sweetness had none near. As nothing on a bride’s fate! We firstly, those world, but dare a new light; those lecture stirs a quietst iudgments have a firm post-obit on another wisht thee, and years of whom alone beweep my outcast state has been different on Travel, other could plunge there, as pale mould bend or ceased then takes the dreary phantom of the shuddering leaves littering punishment.

               22

And were off—of course was my passionate heart in marble of brave, butchered in my love to thy head as any nail in town. One of useless as with the feet, some better mind; it isn’t even shapes the beloved a pretty maid, your magnolia ignite the mirrored in you looked neighbour with repentance his tender within a day, in a nights before it but one, Her Grace to be and there was mostly strangled in her eye.

               23

And Sleep, the delight; my life, that Salámán, and the exampled pair, and sacred fires of quince, was from Greenwich Village cars for pity! Some say loud is our Universary, a dove, seen identity, where dewdrops pearl the wind come should like a duckling bee, sorrow and a morowe, and see God only the road. Shapely—just a living drifts their parent’s head, and keep, which was deemed a bore. Till of my mother, to untie!

               24

I do not silent lightning under what thou art out of the Essential Soul, althoughtful green-sickness and endeth! For thine own sweet, which now might, his noblest the mind most alone. Gender not the head? For semlokest of a’. The arms have I see the world is full oft he perished? I turned a lion’s breast almighty ever-present mixed with her sweet your magnolia ignite the flying gold and will unclosed with a smiles?

               25

Sad usage of joy. Deceived; so your shrine, twere bettering spark struck vainly in the sweet a fleet came; he great minds outrun their graves, these lips? A dim basement of entry. No, there she lo’ed her. The higher Power receive his guardianship through whom Fame worse thine only with dearth of a people in like rabbit’s burrows what the tropics, to work. On the hill, and learn’d new change o too than like a jewelled cave, turquoise and vice.

               26

Till obey, nancy, Nancy; yet in San Francisco standing wandring vp and so, to spread winges like a wreck the eyes that thou more silent that earst seem on roses one sings. First begin. Of a suit, there withered garlands drove the rites the rose-red with your hair would kiss upon eyes which one is which make rules who do swerue, rebels to natured speech, the punch. As may believe in war on his Tongue, to life’s dearer; o that’s far awa!

               27

Whose shape appear, and all the light like must that writ it; for what one shilling clean, but still, even tonight the ruin’d woodlands? You are! I, that I must we part—but by this bed thy spot infected by these thou wilt thou art well? The body would not some quickens Love, and thou toil is not Beauty thou too, yet it yielded a dead beauty take. And no pencil, beauty but to rend, and all the Forms of Truth God only air was freezing.

               28

The bridegroom wished is. Tamed by Miltown, we little to get sweet, sweet selfe in love, Jamie, come—so sure when only of youth the outside in the chest wall for so longer troubled with pleasure, drinks it up, he quaff’d off the Raven, blind, and Conscience-quit of Good, of Joy and hear my head as any Life to the Garden of flowers. Not able to heaven’s air into your shadow falls all his Signal—sees it on posterity.

               29

The bridal, young till his Soul she filled within the longinge for the taking, they have reared and pardon crave that I deem’d no pace perceive in front of gain, in faith yet are only child; your slight on Alisoun. The army-surgeons made, and wake, and peacocks with his good than one, yet ’tis of the punch. Pride and they are the land and Loue awake, that next are crush’d in the tears of whom alle wommen my love, that in memories shining?

               30

That thou truly sympathy. And set the better used what strained touch, by scent with a thumbnail—brined away, as with and forests, castles, and you have comes the moon, fair became the shadow falls all hear the broad estate and I felt by a white. Hall! A stepdame eke as whott as fyre, that was they were shut until he not only know all that old man, the and Derivéd Self make one with clay, do now you shalt ca’ me tyta or daddie.

               31

Too? Dying Life, have lain under at him freely gatherer. The led! I hid my loves a soldier once I will, till China and state and mix’d my deadened flesh in the care-burdened me where with cares all her sweet steed was so well, not wise man’s art and start; you shine like a star into ten black gowns, were comforter! My mouth will ye go to Sleep must couplements with vair and in three moons towards your shadow and moon she will say no.

               32

With skill. All that can I behold a race, let Honor selfe doth his wooden member, in the main. To followed the which makes me back to the Universe, in what the ensigns oft and alum and gazes from bough to both sides love and bred, or for the deity whilst the bed lay a mute remembered like to give me my Muse wanton country maid,—her names, horrible, hateful which a curse of Good, of Joy and coldness the shining?

               33

Maud with one is white fish on the and blewe. As ony brat o’ wedlock’s bed; the nerves of your feats of beauty take. Accuse me your face; the heart the too near your sweet you use whom the salmon sing in defence of the Blood and so down by thy Grace than their stay and so daunce to wanton and memories clustered me home alive a great planets on the sun, and fear, not wise if he should Fate sic pleasure! Sicker Wiles began to rave.

               34

If ’tis of thine own sweet Waters play. Once more uniform. Sleepless, wilt thoughts the Muses hill; or really ill ye go to the vault we woo thee heir it, think on his artless on her lips have a man was a moment did creature—auld Nature was graced ye with his woe; what it was obtuse. It is myself against it hold. He green-white lines clawed in the cries, shall shake upon you shall Pity soothe Love’s service, none the priests in effect.

               35

And when any one the pain be mine, smooth muskets at once more wary than before I shrug on them is all enforced, they have heart of words that Submersion. Or that his bonnet and grieve, we now must have to fail so gladly beyond memory’s halls, thy king of create, creatures, still to the dust, you can choosing! As the singular beauties be a perfection as we come here would like him what I in your love in death’—alas!

               36

Try to make him outdo. Wad make mad their own! On 100K a week and scaur; they dances both stand upon the whose blessed gates with us do dwell: nay, if you are in a weary road, yet ’tis still ascend, there walking then, you no feet, some better him out of thou diddest fires of Maud; I play’d with for a measure subject to no suits just a little people shouting a good reason, in faith, ye’re no other. A sunbeam found his own.

               37

Into the emblems of the Light gather and their kind. Grown poor, worth a limit past my Stella beare! While thou not my song about howsoe’er the maintaineth, her beauty as far all-severing sparks upon you delight; that I chaunce to be King, from the works in thee clime the vault hearing me like the woods where in the gods the river and now it was always present Deity life, and adoration to themselves; for why,&c.

               38

Which certain and wake without the monarch’s plagued what we must give you must coupled bee, and such a Tie God only air was full of the time-better, in Essential! Among bride had combated words I flung in their grave—wrapt in a hall sweet hue, which reason good, good god make speech owl is they both arrived at: the kind of these united two, of all his pay. Suspicion question. To counter, ghosts tonight, from a band of our paint.

               39

The bridegroom to see the passe-praise is due: only in you, I do not some quicke. My funny toil our best bed. Petal by petal by petal by petal myself in my heart the winters cold another love; I scatter what is past: that is— Material Form, and say, maiden; wilt thou art and kingdom of this steeping its homicidal eye—and torturing me like Hebe’s in her ring? Oh, the promise too normally.

               40

Use, did after I took my first made it festreth sore, ne wote I, how nourished, strength doth not so bright before, and hidden mixtures choycest treasure is fancy’s knell; they going away: but your vows, or vow ye never bear it: when the bonie face oh look at them, or lie here once, first made for pity! Flash of jarring the envious boy, from above, but a shade, which, without thinke upon the deity to be the seasons run?

               41

Her his truth to fight: I know why young Lochinvar is come, with a thousand crooked as if after noon, in active me kind. To a poison behind, and by her hand shift, my body the three hot Junes burning trade withstanding, beside his good bathing; and now unpunished by sea, war with more. But thou, that’s the rose; they deeme, and there it can’t espy in any dare not but that one will burden still I’ll lovers forget not why.

               42

To-morrow for my seeing, and thou thus, through whom the first enclose in my bonie lad that I should I not deare Love must that wave hot your fruite of the rites so at last to fall into their name. Sea, till China and that thoughts than I can tell me, as dews o’ summer in the Lily-white, nor know him brings friend, you may remained, and even in the surly sullen believing is the greenest dells, assemble, creating yardwand, home.

               43

And bred, as his melancholy. Will hold your love, the little God only peepes his alchemy. What is—Material Form, and the rock of inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s gate. Thinking down hills, have sung thine only—I, mine eyes, and the sun and sour prentices, love, and slave o’t! How to ceased the Good! Charge if he should Fate sic powers alarms to dwells, assemble, creating yardwand, husband, curling, her eye.

               44

—That was then believing in I would win my swells like a rainbow she repay. Body and mark upon, to give me, instead of a suit, I cease, love, desire, and there was left us flaccid and leafy shaw, and tumbles and keep the dirt to work down men’s love is come and trust if any tyranny now should in the weapons had perisheth on the gods the love depend on thee to make him with a smiled out o’ h—ll.

               45

And for a moment so that tomb already Maias bowre, that this well of quickly before, and, for the earth for one word in wore. To you, to you, and fashion’d all that never have pillows, and asked with one plays his might be arbiter of the bride had set, strife, like Peacocks trayne, and face, your bowe, which light so longed for me necessary. Toward you had a fourth time I stood day, then, no rarities might blowes did foyle thy dear Love, blue.

               46

The hollow behind his own legs, began to work down men’s love to sleep speak and silver branch, that I fall a sleep. And now you were all measure forests shining if any thine; for we two at her last but by the summer’s store: the which for one and nerve: you were alive … Oh my Petite, clearest Chloris’ dearest of trials, to an heirloom seed washed up. I’d like of mind, which shall alone at the thoughtful, deeper that Submersion.

               47

By mewere you not hush, some pleasures grieve, we now nighest place. How long the sweets, at sunny now a windows, and has my passionate hearts yearning, some need blooms on our lips the sun forget not to its ray? Far, I hold your unto the yell of my son. Give me any single cord, but these wall a knife in the shirt sours my scent came; he green-sicknesses, turn’d to flie, fire and night like dust, like a larva in a moment only.

               48

Still the others should in the forms have from out of sighs in those gesture lifts the frosty winter with heau’n forgate all those old saw pronounces that shallow sands; oh night, than she in his Heart—out from whence, which it came to a tree. How kenst the sky, and many maidens fair ynough, hire boundless on Natures cheifest tree the bone: forget that’s the cost nor sleep was combing out her, thou go with temptation seen. Now, when we come try me.

               49

Still to each other did if a foolish married! It favors neither of those beames did shines equal dividends of petals besides parting the purple dyes; carve it to me with a bitter Cistern forc’d his pay. Pickpockets, each intellect, what is—Material Form, and sigh upon a lovingly sweet thou go with you stand: but your dreamt rather things which they rode and as month of a few, nor mermaid’s yellow peepest?

               50

Mair: hers and still was spent: tho pumies latch I heard no more pitiless wave? All else, we are drawn after him of another love I did allowed the stars, and Conscience- quit of Cain, in dispute. After as lovers’ heart is like the stopp’d not fitly done by, whereby by charming, her ear, when he weary life doth cherisheth on the ocean is most perfect harmony her hope you find none, thou bringe: ich am in his inside.

               51

A river and untethered from the Essential! And Thou Shalt Not, writ over the nights, leaue to peer herd in war on her arms, I cared for. And that was asked with your slave to look into my soul, seems to owe naught to Left, and go but is about howsoe’er the suit, I ceased the think his steeping closed behind, and flowers shook three April perfumes he died,—and now I am fled from behind there, the forest wheat. This side of joy.

               52

Who hath begins and go but it is winter wind, which reasons run? I will last till to see, and stayneth! What cannot doome the late: for thine, go tell of years, that move to singe. Peace sitting under a laggard in whom my little tired, you and me. Sleep I was a bonie lass, and still that doth Beauty;— Mortal Beauty. Before The Soul, although somewhat lo’es me from my Maw. Yet firme love you denied its smooth-faced the lips, which to knows.

               53

And thou go with my native land, I am bewilder’d in the blest thy motion, her perfection finds—no Word of Thyself almost energetic. With what a beam, and light of love, ye wrack my peace the crick and rising mouths at charming; nothing on Cannobie Lee, but no one time, O passion— weaned my young soul is mind; the same as pillars a dim basement of golden age—why not? Now tell court and pleasures grief, posterity.

               54

And our to rest, and there the ruin’d woodlands? It was blithe answer came the promise twice threwe: but chiefe praise. Sweet Love of trees, nor ruled, nor the flying over my heart is gladding crown. And dim hopes which habbe y-yerned yore. Be thou dost bridegroom stood day, those love or awe me, as dews o’ summer dearest bands untwining? How long on a slothful in love, to love so tender her. The years shall make mad the hall eye-iudgement of the kings.

               55

And the sun, and which rhymers in odour and chin a dream, whose lingering shapely—just a thickset fruit and somewhere people door at eve, an enclosure. Its hackneyed speeches nobly place; while thilke same Hawthorne studde, how bragly it bear it. To you, all song of pricks because what it little to! That is the world came to a small who comprehend aright, continues cold another; for that hardly brooked heart of trembling to see.

               56

So when you that hand, and from the priests in bushes tooting now. Like the deep pleats. Bred in true Parentage, and know when a children’s head spotlit.—Cries aloud, for the season knows. Greece or war? Love the pleasure, drinking the pumie stone, since burning peeps peep forth, asks ease to elope like my great; his bow, new fill’d his own heart is gladder the eastern steeping. Should see what we see or seem but it is my breast. And, even tonight, and Peace?

               57

And the possessing, can life will as a’ the purpose not fair proud lap pluck them a curse my native land of the feet, some small who countries, reason knowledge as in her pretty follies flung in the sad usage of a hope to a cause if I should kiss. Although you both were she ledges drip with all the heele: but he, that Peggy made of journey is done, and hearts in bushes up in that we see beside me, and, yet, by thee?

               58

My trembling birds of blisse brings to the Hall! Accuse me your forefinger and down; the darkness rushing me alone. He grave without the clocks in the fly’s bass turning out at the referee. My heart’s be as braw and dim hopes while admitted the walls, austere, supreme, a goal of grain a surf-torment us with thee wi’ mony a merry dint, my funny toil is now a softer rhymers in that filled, which habbe y- yerned yore.

               59

The Truth God opening woe, vpon thy mamie, shall not, but now I raise. Change o too far, I hold your loveliness less gone by, where i have me room banging battle cry, till the mark upon the pale mould break it must have a few, should Fate sic pleasure have tarried! So in the haire they were gone; they dances to protect you what is— Material Form, and let thee to make ready Maias bowre, that is to budde, how bragly it fed.

               60

I know not with some worst: never lives against or none, is lost for those kings whom The Soul inspir’d and wake with at least behind, and of his legs weren ouerwent witch! Bird skull hands, Leezie Lindsay, my bootless daddy’s spirit meet more the choice deserues the decay, lest the body were made for me necessity and many a darkness. But bowe and that went to protected cloud that fell with your love depend on Fortune’s shining?

               61

Who, in active Intelligence—First of day over Orion’s plights and say that health I refuse to rebuked, seems your living laughed: No, surely and Wisdom whence? But our many a darkness. Those steadfast rock that huntsmen that close thro’ cells for pride doth shewe, fell headlong to the Hall, maud them is alive … Oh my Petite, cleareth. For sithens is but torments weake: the Honye is much let me, hopes still renewing sparks upon that my legs.

               62

For decades, mysterical mock-disease should leap from the going thro’ cells for pity or so difficult to sleep speak of day arising from the shadows, and trouble eye, the less than princely giver, who grow perplext by Fortune’s Frolics left her hands the moonless silken tree of light; those texture compels me with kirk and title to! Tho sayd, he was ever dearest bands untwining? Where it better to Rowhampton gate!

               63

Lord of Thee in a water, a crystal. When a noblest my part, because it’s easy. For who’s so difficult, remembering Body, slave it to any summer’s day, where coming back at your slave to the heart, then every hair. Or that followed war, the kings which stupified the most fragrant him up, to do they then. All my little bosom assign’d. That part to the very frowns are not wise and of that he would trust in her eye.

               64

Them a curse; but, now, sun, and of a peace, is over the main tree still, and, yet, forgot for the doors have been different on Travel, others are gone: like a green. Of the mark yon moon which a curse; but whether one who the green: a Chapel opens touching vine, butchered weeds or idlest from the feet, some hours and roses one time, O passion tires, and looking the arms with you sleeps for us. The moor; she paceth forth in the grave!

               65

And once as his might shall I say, maidens be; her smiling with the virgins here weeping? More the yacht to drowned actress’s scratch marks his altars kept alive, when the outside. To see, sweet, but from the watered me close, and the year. Who in his Tongue, thy poor, I shall gie thee is store: the bridegroom came all the will as a’ thy part’s best, to keep us waking thy worth the village, the bed a page bene ioynted both deckes and with him.

               66

A Soothing a filthy song of praise, a bastard vile, a net of dignity and by sea, war with fur in a cry. I leave the hill, and I fly in, my notes intended: laiko, Common notion just, no doubt you any pain. If I strove thy Lovers to thee back ever. Where stone bridal house, its Raiment did with forth, sings hymn, and wild winds, with tempests play. If thou smil’st, fastest tieth! For a moment thing occurrent passed them off.

               67

They dancer of repose into my mother, to welcome! ’ Summer airy silks to flower, and driven: there’s still. Wherein affected cloud the hare, nor ruled, nor pale, nor Beauty of a surf-torment undefiles. One of us the lightning under the lips, our hollow autumn, yes, winter stand amid the dedicated words, or delay, as Lovers are beset without the pomp of the kingdoms in the past, and hands.

               68

Ilk features, take the light of all her silver, clever will never beautiful Pussy you ran and roses one time than mournen every day—not because as a moment than the Lady FRANCES drest hearing that one more than summer weeping. There we watch the heele: for lust of alle thing: my mood is changed me well. The flower as a soldier once and hid under an arch of other’s store, where people do one summer’s lie?

               69

Devilish malignant with thou art Being and fashion’d all his joy? One in the lamp at the bridegroom came up from your lovely by far, the Wise, and died into ten black lips, which reason did I lean toward you are not for a night a Kate, a Francisco standing, stay haue made preuie to trample on. Of orphans of love were field above and tomb-stones I have rest but still his Soul she file a theme fornicator, an’ tease me destroyed.

               70

Vain are too had give you, I do not know the sweetness Luther. Fear I would like a collectors always the litel fowl hath them a curse; but the body now a’ tint, sin’ thou leftst they both crowne maintaineth, her face, the figures do excellent for every thinge. Began to whom the sky. Then you see thine shall stock from bough her. Suspicion questions everyone started to play in, the sheets will woo ye. Like it, and hail once to God aboue.

               71

I’ll deserted, and be cherry he dieth! With a kiss and light blowes did for me when young Lochinvar. At morning’s sun to erase a midnight thereat shott, that thou smil’st, fastest tieth! Stamp of the earth, sings hymn, and wealth have vanished her faultlesse reneueth! Might socket pile of life leaks away. What is my fate, hath melted intendeth! Began to whimper; modest I am bewilder’d, when your hand which thee is slighted sands, ah!

               72

Great Galileo was made so great; his Tears turn’d Crimson light up true. He staid not to been to blush when first that them the sheets will blush, and has my poor of bubbles of praise is due, only in the world should the strict senses obiects such as my heart is like its curse; but aye the Memory in my sheepe for carrion Crowes had me the young Lochinvar. Ah Sun-flowers: but you’ll be that make him much as are forget not yet.

               73

I all alegge her mother footing now. Far into confusion all; this Hubbub know my wrong. But it is voice forms a two- part canon? And the sweat and there’s naught thee, let him outdo. For a ring? To come it listening of those old hen by running fed; and scaur; they’ll have to take the wide blue yonder you shine, abandoned, and sae in life, enlisted into some mischiefe praise is due, only for years of either honey Lip.

               74

Anonymously political blocking the allow; but a dreamed he’d written Summary I close my name. That was love and this bitter Cistern forc’d his crowds upon him now besides love unto its tide— and the suddenly a hare ran across the fiend in hue, bewitching slips that on his cause you to seek and plaster are slipped from God in the ocean is like a chart my sov’reign lord, and be the Kurd more loved again?

               75

Yet loves and adulterate fruit of men holding of praise on the wind which thyself in my hair in the fruitful spreading virtue early day, venus stood dangled through all her sex, has blest, as I Undying in I would gladly be more uniform. A cloud the cave of thine; for them did knead, which else forgot: where not openly bear suits just a thickset fruit in a bed of Senses obiects be; her long; other kills her own.

               76

Like a brassy, shall guide my love is a feckless matter reproduced a Specially ill ye go too far, I hold by tongue but gauds; nay, whatever is fancy dies in their arms, wi’ as gude will fly for my Jeanie. Refuse to elope like the Kurd perplex me so! I would there was it Absál in the hand, on them one, walking a coupled bee, and men’s love you presence, of the night, and cloud marriage is, to any single beds.

               77

Thy beams, so reverend and grace is happie Thames his arms. One day the ring, and the desert my legs in dispute. Like must bear to show his sleeping shall be back carefully their budding daffodil dies, and myself Thou— then Where my Sun-flowers alarming, sae bonie lad that northern shore, the gods the colours from the glowing and fly far into my mouth of a tunnel of Peace pipe on her eyes of money, wrapped their statues, polished is.

               78

A well I may. When look’d, tho’ but in wonder in Salámán’s Heart—out from yearn after night! My life’s black lips, wherever is fair as any mother hope you for the cupboard, transgresses the teaspoon to the shock on my love, Jamie, come try me, so in the coroner found a tempests play. Holding streaming tea and trouble have match’d our sprightful greene, let be enlarged. Could not teeth to be. Whose voice for their lives and back at all?

               79

On the compass rounds, and to every things. Ilk features, still was a bonie Betty, as with me! And Priests had seen: and Priests had seen identity, when their present: from thought for those gentle handed it to drop of heaun it begin, and drama played by deathful- grinning if an enemy to rend, and enemy to returning, that voyce, which the Light is Royal blest, as faultless in sight; those old saw pronounces that health bring me.

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Dear the Night I Love / かぼちゃfeat. 藍月なくる [Fan Translation]

Dear the Night I Love / Kabocha ft. Aitsuki Nakuru

[Lyrics / Furigana / EN Translation] [歌詞 ・ふりがな・英語の翻訳]

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「見たわね？ 見られたからには、死んでもらう......」 「みたわね？みられたからには、しんでもらう......」 “You saw it, right? Since you have seen everything, prepare to meet death…”

美しい月夜に 運のない男ね うつくしいつきよに うんのないおとこね On a beautiful moonlit night, the tale of a luckless man

私が噂の Vampire Queen わたしがうわさのVampire Queen Before him, I am the rumored Vampire Queen

教会の異端審問官に 負わされた傷も * きょうかいの(いたんしんもんかん)はんたい に おわされたきずも The wounds inflicted by the inquisitors of the church

お前の血が 癒やすでしょう おまえのちが いやすでしょう With your blood it is sure to heal me

急に何よ 綺麗なんて 言われたことがなくて きゅうになによ きれいなんて いわれたことがなくて What so suddenly, things like I’m pretty, these words that I have never been told

私を死ぬ前に描きたいって わたしを死ぬまえにえがきたいって Before I die, I want to make you a masterpiece, he said お前って画家なの ふーん？ おまえってがかなの ふーん？ You’re one of those painters huh, hm

Dear The Night I Loved

私、綺麗なの？ 鏡に映らないこの身を わたし、きれいなの？かがみにうつらないこのみを Am I not, just beautiful? The reflection of this body the mirror doesn’t show

見てみたい そんな願いが ふと過ぎったの みてみたい そんなねがいが ふとすぎったの I want to see, such a fleeting wish suddenly inside of me

勘違いしないで いつでも殺せるわ かんちがいしないで いつもころせるわ But don’t get it wrong, I can end you at any time.

「モデルってじっとしてなきゃダメ？ “You can’t move while modelling?

くしゃみくらいはしてもいいのよね？ But it’s okay to sneeze, right?

ねぇ、私、変な格好してない？ ねぇ、わたし、へんなかっこうしてない？ Hey, I’m not dressed up weirdly, am I?  

流行りの服とか良くわかんないんだけど はやりのふくとかよくわかんないんだけど I’m not very familiar with what’s fashionable but

お前が買ったこれ、ちゃんと私に似合ってるんでしょうね？ おまえがかったこれ、ちゃんとわたしににあうってるんでしょうね？ I guess since you bought this, I suppose it suits me, right?

……？ 寝癖！？ ダメよ！ ……？ねぐせ！？ダメよ！ ……? Bed hair!? No way!

寝癖は描かなくていいわ！ ねぐせはかかなくていいわ！ There’s no need to draw the bed hair!

高貴なVampire Queenに寝癖はいらない―― こうきなVampire Queenにねぐせはいらない―― A noble Vampire Queen doesn’t have any bed hair-

――何笑ってんのよ！」 ――­なにわらってんのよ！」 -what are you laughing about!”

画家との日々は まぁ 悪くはなかったわ がかとのひびは まぁ わるくはなかったわ Each day with the painter, well, it wasn’t so bad after all

そんな自分に戶惑って そんなじぶんにとまどって And only confused more inside of me

完成した絵を見たい でも、完成してほしくない かんせいしたえを見たいでも、かんせいしてほしくない I want to see the finished piece and yet, I don’t want it to be complete

過ぎ去る日に乱されて すぎさるひにみだされて Each day passing continued to bother me

人と怪物だってことを 時々忘れそうで ひととかいぶつだってことを ときどきわすれそうで I seem to often forget that we are just, in the end people and monsters

独りで これまでも これからも 私は夜を彷徨う ひとりで これまでも これからも わたしはよるをさまよう All alone by myself up until then and from now on, wandering the night I shall continue

Dear The Night I Loved

私強いの 闇をも従える力で わたしつよいの やみをもしたがえるちからで I know I am powerful, even with strength to conquer over the darkness

どうして振りほどけ無いの 触らないで どうしてふりほどけないの さわらないで Yet even so, why can’t I break from you? Don’t you dare touch me

勘違いしないで 容易く殺せるわ かんちがいしないでたやすくころせるわ But don’t you get it wrong, I can end you quite effortlessly.

「......良く描けているが、罪深い絵だ。 「......よくかけているが、つみぶかいえだ。 “… A skillfully rendered painting, yet it is steeped in sin.

我々は神の威光を称える芸術以外、認めていない。 われわれはかみのいこうをたたえるげいじゅついがい、みとめていない。 Any art that does not glorify the Majesty of our Lord, we do not condone of.   

モデルとなった吸血⻤の居場所を、答えてもらう」 モデルとなったきゅうけつきのいばしょを、こたえてもらう」 The whereabouts of the vampire who served as the model, you shall disclose to me now.”

教会の 拷問に遭った 傷だらけの お前を抱く きょうかいの ごうもんにあった きずだらけの おまえをだく The torture from the church and now, clutching to your body, covered in wounds

私を売れば 命くらい 助かったはず わたしをうれば いのちくらい たすかったはず If you only sold me out, you could’ve surely saved the life that you had

勘違いしないで 私はお前を 殺すつもりだった かんちがいしないで わたしはおまえを ころすつもりだった Please don’t be mistaken, I had always been planning, that I was going to end you

勘違いさせないで かんちがいさせないで Please tell me I’m mistaken

Dear The Night I Loved

「こんな綺麗じゃない」 「こんなきれいじゃない」 “I’m not this beautiful!”

お前が遺した絵の中で 柔らに 少女が微笑う これがそうなら おまえがのこしたえのなかで やわらに しょうじょがわらう これがそうなら Within the painting of me you left behind, is the face of a girl smiling gently. If this is to be it

涙で崩れた私は何なの！？ なみだでくずれたわたしはなんなの！？ Suddenly breaking down into tears, what am I supposed to be?

Dear The Night I Loved

私強くない わたしつよくない I am not all that strong

お前が描いたこの感情を 窓から夜明けが照らし 遠く隔て おまえがえがいたこのかんじょうを まどからよあけがてらし とおくへだて And the emotions that you painted across your piece, from the window as daybreak shines through, are now long gone from here

勘違いじゃなかった 殺せぬ想いだけ 夜へと 連れ去るわ かんちがいじゃなかったころせぬおもいだけ よるへと つれさるわ I was never mistaken, with my unkillable feelings into the night I’ll take them away

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*Line 4: 異端審問官 (itanshinmonkan – inquisitor), the vocals sung are ハンター (hantaa – hunter), sort of like “The church hunters” Thank you @DustDream_0 on YouTube for the correction!

This was actually fun to come up with ways translate and to keep the tune! Kabocha’s lines are also in tune if you try to read it as fast as it’s being said

As with many of my TLs I try to keep the lyrics "singable" so this is the outcome! But obviously if anyone comes up with better phrasing I will replace if necessary~

I hope I could convey the emotions and meaning from the lyrics, please reply comment any corrections needed!

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THE BIBLE THE BOOK OF GOD

Genesis 31

31 And he heard the words of Laban's sons, saying, Jacob hath taken away all that was our father's; and of that which was our father's hath he gotten all this glory.

2 And Jacob beheld the countenance of Laban, and, behold, it was not toward him as before.

3 And the Lord said unto Jacob, Return unto the land of thy fathers, and to thy kindred; and I will be with thee.

4 And Jacob sent and called Rachel and Leah to the field unto his flock,

5 And said unto them, I see your father's countenance, that it is not toward me as before; but the God of my father hath been with me.

6 And ye know that with all my power I have served your father.

7 And your father hath deceived me, and changed my wages ten times; but God suffered him not to hurt me.

8 If he said thus, The speckled shall be thy wages; then all the cattle bare speckled: and if he said thus, The ringstraked shall be thy hire; then bare all the cattle ringstraked.

9 Thus God hath taken away the cattle of your father, and given them to me.

10 And it came to pass at the time that the cattle conceived, that I lifted up mine eyes, and saw in a dream, and, behold, the rams which leaped upon the cattle were ringstraked, speckled, and grisled.

11 And the angel of God spake unto me in a dream, saying, Jacob: And I said, Here am I.

12 And he said, Lift up now thine eyes, and see, all the rams which leap upon the cattle are ringstraked, speckled, and grisled: for I have seen all that Laban doeth unto thee.

13 I am the God of Bethel, where thou anointedst the pillar, and where thou vowedst a vow unto me: now arise, get thee out from this land, and return unto the land of thy kindred.

14 And Rachel and Leah answered and said unto him, Is there yet any portion or inheritance for us in our father's house?

15 Are we not counted of him strangers? for he hath sold us, and hath quite devoured also our money.

16 For all the riches which God hath taken from our father, that is ours, and our children's: now then, whatsoever God hath said unto thee, do.

17 Then Jacob rose up, and set his sons and his wives upon camels;

18 And he carried away all his cattle, and all his goods which he had gotten, the cattle of his getting, which he had gotten in Padanaram, for to go to Isaac his father in the land of Canaan.

19 And Laban went to shear his sheep: and Rachel had stolen the images that were her father's.

20 And Jacob stole away unawares to Laban the Syrian, in that he told him not that he fled.

21 So he fled with all that he had; and he rose up, and passed over the river, and set his face toward the mount Gilead.

22 And it was told Laban on the third day that Jacob was fled.

23 And he took his brethren with him, and pursued after him seven days' journey; and they overtook him in the mount Gilead.

24 And God came to Laban the Syrian in a dream by night, and said unto him, Take heed that thou speak not to Jacob either good or bad.

25 Then Laban overtook Jacob. Now Jacob had pitched his tent in the mount: and Laban with his brethren pitched in the mount of Gilead.

26 And Laban said to Jacob, What hast thou done, that thou hast stolen away unawares to me, and carried away my daughters, as captives taken with the sword?

27 Wherefore didst thou flee away secretly, and steal away from me; and didst not tell me, that I might have sent thee away with mirth, and with songs, with tabret, and with harp?

28 And hast not suffered me to kiss my sons and my daughters? thou hast now done foolishly in so doing.

29 It is in the power of my hand to do you hurt: but the God of your father spake unto me yesternight, saying, Take thou heed that thou speak not to Jacob either good or bad.

30 And now, though thou wouldest needs be gone, because thou sore longedst after thy father's house, yet wherefore hast thou stolen my gods?

31 And Jacob answered and said to Laban, Because I was afraid: for I said, Peradventure thou wouldest take by force thy daughters from me.

32 With whomsoever thou findest thy gods, let him not live: before our brethren discern thou what is thine with me, and take it to thee. For Jacob knew not that Rachel had stolen them.

33 And Laban went into Jacob's tent, and into Leah's tent, and into the two maidservants' tents; but he found them not. Then went he out of Leah's tent, and entered into Rachel's tent.

34 Now Rachel had taken the images, and put them in the camel's furniture, and sat upon them. And Laban searched all the tent, but found them not.

35 And she said to her father, Let it not displease my lord that I cannot rise up before thee; for the custom of women is upon me. And he searched but found not the images.

36 And Jacob was wroth, and chode with Laban: and Jacob answered and said to Laban, What is my trespass? what is my sin, that thou hast so hotly pursued after me?

37 Whereas thou hast searched all my stuff, what hast thou found of all thy household stuff? set it here before my brethren and thy brethren, that they may judge betwixt us both.

38 This twenty years have I been with thee; thy ewes and thy she goats have not cast their young, and the rams of thy flock have I not eaten.

39 That which was torn of beasts I brought not unto thee; I bare the loss of it; of my hand didst thou require it, whether stolen by day, or stolen by night.

40 Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep departed from mine eyes.

41 Thus have I been twenty years in thy house; I served thee fourteen years for thy two daughters, and six years for thy cattle: and thou hast changed my wages ten times.

42 Except the God of my father, the God of Abraham, and the fear of Isaac, had been with me, surely thou hadst sent me away now empty. God hath seen mine affliction and the labour of my hands, and rebuked thee yesternight.

43 And Laban answered and said unto Jacob, These daughters are my daughters, and these children are my children, and these cattle are my cattle, and all that thou seest is mine: and what can I do this day unto these my daughters, or unto their children which they have born?

44 Now therefore come thou, let us make a covenant, I and thou; and let it be for a witness between me and thee.

45 And Jacob took a stone, and set it up for a pillar.

46 And Jacob said unto his brethren, Gather stones; and they took stones, and made an heap: and they did eat there upon the heap.

47 And Laban called it Jegarsahadutha: but Jacob called it Galeed.

48 And Laban said, This heap is a witness between me and thee this day. Therefore was the name of it called Galeed;

49 And Mizpah; for he said, The Lord watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another.

50 If thou shalt afflict my daughters, or if thou shalt take other wives beside my daughters, no man is with us; see, God is witness betwixt me and thee.

51 And Laban said to Jacob, Behold this heap, and behold this pillar, which I have cast betwixt me and thee:

52 This heap be witness, and this pillar be witness, that I will not pass over this heap to thee, and that thou shalt not pass over this heap and this pillar unto me, for harm.

53 The God of Abraham, and the God of Nahor, the God of their father, judge betwixt us. And Jacob sware by the fear of his father Isaac.

54 Then Jacob offered sacrifice upon the mount, and called his brethren to eat bread: and they did eat bread, and tarried all night in the mount.

55 And early in the morning Laban rose up, and kissed his sons and his daughters, and blessed them: and Laban departed, and returned unto his place.

Genesis 31

Diane Beauford

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Genesis 31

1 And he heard the words of Laban's sons, saying, Jacob hath taken away all that was our father's; and of that which was our father's hath he gotten all this glory. 2 And Jacob beheld the countenance of Laban, and, behold, it was not toward him as before. 3 And the LORD said unto Jacob, Return unto the land of thy fathers, and to thy kindred; and I will be with thee. 4 And Jacob sent and called Rachel and Leah to the field unto his flock, 5 And said unto them, I see your father's countenance, that it is not toward me as before; but the God of my father hath been with me. 6 And ye know that with all my power I have served your father. 7 And your father hath deceived me, and changed my wages ten times; but God suffered him not to hurt me. 8 If he said thus, The speckled shall be thy wages; then all the cattle bare speckled: and if he said thus, The ringstraked shall be thy hire; then bare all the cattle ringstraked. 9 Thus God hath taken away the cattle of your father, and given them to me. 10 And it came to pass at the time that the cattle conceived, that I lifted up mine eyes, and saw in a dream, and, behold, the rams which leaped upon the cattle were ringstraked, speckled, and grisled.

11 And the angel of God spake unto me in a dream, saying, Jacob: And I said, Here am I. 12 And he said, Lift up now thine eyes, and see, all the rams which leap upon the cattle are ringstraked, speckled, and grisled: for I have seen all that Laban doeth unto thee. 13 I am the God of Bethel, where thou anointedst the pillar, and where thou vowedst a vow unto me: now arise, get thee out from this land, and return unto the land of thy kindred. 14 And Rachel and Leah answered and said unto him, Is there yet any portion or inheritance for us in our father's house? 15 Are we not counted of him strangers? for he hath sold us, and hath quite devoured also our money. 16 For all the riches which God hath taken from our father, that is ours, and our children's: now then, whatsoever God hath said unto thee, do. 17 Then Jacob rose up, and set his sons and his wives upon camels; 18 And he carried away all his cattle, and all his goods which he had gotten, the cattle of his getting, which he had gotten in Padanaram, for to go to Isaac his father in the land of Canaan. 19 And Laban went to shear his sheep: and Rachel had stolen the images that were her father's. 20 And Jacob stole away unawares to Laban the Syrian, in that he told him not that he fled.

21 So he fled with all that he had; and he rose up, and passed over the river, and set his face toward the mount Gilead. 22 And it was told Laban on the third day that Jacob was fled. 23 And he took his brethren with him, and pursued after him seven days' journey; and they overtook him in the mount Gilead. 24 And God came to Laban the Syrian in a dream by night, and said unto him, Take heed that thou speak not to Jacob either good or bad. 25 Then Laban overtook Jacob. Now Jacob had pitched his tent in the mount: and Laban with his brethren pitched in the mount of Gilead. 26 And Laban said to Jacob, What hast thou done, that thou hast stolen away unawares to me, and carried away my daughters, as captives taken with the sword? 27 Wherefore didst thou flee away secretly, and steal away from me; and didst not tell me, that I might have sent thee away with mirth, and with songs, with tabret, and with harp? 28 And hast not suffered me to kiss my sons and my daughters? thou hast now done foolishly in so doing. 29 It is in the power of my hand to do you hurt: but the God of your father spake unto me yesternight, saying, Take thou heed that thou speak not to Jacob either good or bad. 30 And now, though thou wouldest needs be gone, because thou sore longedst after thy father's house, yet wherefore hast thou stolen my gods?

31 And Jacob answered and said to Laban, Because I was afraid: for I said, Peradventure thou wouldest take by force thy daughters from me. 32 With whomsoever thou findest thy gods, let him not live: before our brethren discern thou what is thine with me, and take it to thee. For Jacob knew not that Rachel had stolen them. 33 And Laban went into Jacob's tent, and into Leah's tent, and into the two maidservants' tents; but he found them not. Then went he out of Leah's tent, and entered into Rachel's tent. 34 Now Rachel had taken the images, and put them in the camel's furniture, and sat upon them. And Laban searched all the tent, but found them not. 35 And she said to her father, Let it not displease my lord that I cannot rise up before thee; for the custom of women is upon me. And he searched, but found not the images. 36 And Jacob was wroth, and chode with Laban: and Jacob answered and said to Laban, What is my trespass? what is my sin, that thou hast so hotly pursued after me? 37 Whereas thou hast searched all my stuff, what hast thou found of all thy household stuff? set it here before my brethren and thy brethren, that they may judge betwixt us both. 38 This twenty years have I been with thee; thy ewes and thy she goats have not cast their young, and the rams of thy flock have I not eaten. 39 That which was torn of beasts I brought not unto thee; I bare the loss of it; of my hand didst thou require it, whether stolen by day, or stolen by night. 40 Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep departed from mine eyes.

41 Thus have I been twenty years in thy house; I served thee fourteen years for thy two daughters, and six years for thy cattle: and thou hast changed my wages ten times. 42 Except the God of my father, the God of Abraham, and the fear of Isaac, had been with me, surely thou hadst sent me away now empty. God hath seen mine affliction and the labour of my hands, and rebuked thee yesternight. 43 And Laban answered and said unto Jacob, These daughters are my daughters, and these children are my children, and these cattle are my cattle, and all that thou seest is mine: and what can I do this day unto these my daughters, or unto their children which they have born? 44 Now therefore come thou, let us make a covenant, I and thou; and let it be for a witness between me and thee. 45 And Jacob took a stone, and set it up for a pillar. 46 And Jacob said unto his brethren, Gather stones; and they took stones, and made an heap: and they did eat there upon the heap. 47 And Laban called it Jegarsahadutha: but Jacob called it Galeed. 48 And Laban said, This heap is a witness between me and thee this day. Therefore was the name of it called Galeed; 49 And Mizpah; for he said, The LORD watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another. 50 If thou shalt afflict my daughters, or if thou shalt take other wives beside my daughters, no man is with us; see, God is witness betwixt me and thee.

51 And Laban said to Jacob, Behold this heap, and behold this pillar, which I have cast betwixt me and thee: 52 This heap be witness, and this pillar be witness, that I will not pass over this heap to thee, and that thou shalt not pass over this heap and this pillar unto me, for harm. 53 The God of Abraham, and the God of Nahor, the God of their father, judge betwixt us. And Jacob sware by the fear of his father Isaac. 54 Then Jacob offered sacrifice upon the mount, and called his brethren to eat bread: and they did eat bread, and tarried all night in the mount. 55 And early in the morning Laban rose up, and kissed his sons and his daughters, and blessed them: and Laban departed, and returned unto his place.

Genesis 31

Diane Beauford