#out of spite of corse

[b0mblover]

Bubble Bath? WHERE??

By: J

Oh god lopt what have you dONE-

[disclaimer; do NOT put bubble bath in the toilet, it can clog pipes!]

(no tws)

i uh, haven’t actually wrote like this in a while huh? sorry this actually kinda sucks ass but it was haunting my brain.

(this is ur reminder that im not a writer btw)

uh lopt adopts a stray cat (no animal abuse i cant write that shit /srs) and puts bubble bath in the toilet bc he wants attention idk im not good at summeries

im sorry to all who reads this

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lopt could be, for lack of a better term, needy. 

mason, since he had met lopt, had always referred to lopt as a cat, considerring how he could want all the attention in the world one moment, then want to be alone for 100 years the next.

today was the former.

mason had been working on more pages for “conspiracy theory” for hours now, this dissatisfied lopt.

he didnt know everything about humans, but he knew that he often got tired of paperwork, so he knew (or at least assumed) that mason was overworking himself.

logically, according to lopt at least, he walked into the ‘office’ mason was working in, and started to bother him with random questions.

“hmmm would you say that being a journalist is comic or tragic?” he spoke 

“a pain in the ass is what it is” mason said before erasing another line

“no but really, what do you think it isssss”

mason stayed quiet for several minutes, sighing several times as he kept trying to rework his sentences.

lopt sighed, “fine, fine, i get your busy and all, but couldnt you at least take a liiiiittle break?” lopt said with a semi pleading voice

mason erased the same line again, staring at the page, before turning his head up to lopt, he sighed aswell,

“no, i cant. im sorry. you know i love you and all, but this is important. you *know* this.”

lopt looked at his eyes, seeing the exhaustion

“cmon not even 10 minutes? please???” lopt pleaded with his lover

“i will once i get to a place i can stop, and if youre going to stay and here, please try to be a little quieter”

mason hated scolding lopt, but sometimes he had to be treated as a child to make him understand.

and sometimes it backfired.

lopt sighed and walked out of the door behind mason, giving one glance at him before shutting the door behind him.

he went back up to his room to think of anything to do since his partner was busy, he knew that his work was important to him sure, but he couldnt understand just why he pushed himself to do it so much.

after an hour of laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, he decided to bring mason some fruit, it was partly an attempt to bring his boyfriend out of the room, but also just because it had been hours and he knew for a fact mason wasnt eating in there.

(UNRELATED BUT MY CAT IS SCREAMING RN AS I WRITE THIS AND HE FUCKINF WAS SCRATCHING ST THE DOOR NOB IM SOBBING HIW IS HE THAT LONG, HE JUST STRETCHED UP THERE ANYWAYS BRB TO GIVE HIM ATTENTION)

(alr back)

lopt cut up strawberries and peeled an orange for his partner, knocking in the door before opening it.

he sat the plate down on masons desk in front of him, hoping to draw his attention.

mason looked up 

“oh god what did you do.” 

“wha- i? nothing??? i didnt do anything? is it wrong to want to give you something to eat?” lopt fake pouted 

mason sighed “well thank you, but seriously. what did you do.”

“i didnt do anything! promise! not yet at least…” lopts voice trailed off

“uh huh…if you say so..” mason sounded like he didn’t believe him

lopt being and idiot that thought on the spot started to speak again;

“im gonna go onna walk okay? wanna come with?”

mason stared at lopts face, 

“its pissing cats and dogs outside, lopt. youre gonna get a cold”

(HELLO GAY PERSON SHO REFRENCE HOW ARE YO-) (srry not srry 🥰)

lopt sighed “ill be fine i swear! its not like..ill get hit by some truck..or.something….?” 

(i feel deja vu writing this line wtf)

lopt cut mason off “so im assuming that means you dont wanna come with?”

mason rubbed the bridge of his nose

“i love you, but no. i already will have to deal with one sick dumbass, better

not make it two”

lopt pouted before kissing mason on the cheek saying he’d be back soon enough.

he walked up the stairs to his room, he didnt really know why he said he was going to take a walk, it was raining like hell, and (catlike) lopt didnt prefer to get wet.

he sighed grabbing his house keys and phone just in case, before he walked out of his door he grabbed his wallet aswell, just out if habit.

lopt grabbed ‘his’ (more like masons community jacket) jacket, pulling the hood up and walking out the door, quietly shutting it behind him.

he walked down the side walk at a normal pace and past the park, 1/4 of a km down, he seen a cat, it looked to be 1-2 years old, missing half its right (front) leg and its left eye, it looked like a grey tabby, it seemed…familiar, to lopt.

it was stuck between two very narrow buildings, why would anyone even leave such a narrow gap? lopt helped free the cat, petting it (and just looking at it) he could see that the poor thing was soaked, gods know how long it was stuck there.

the cat purred and rubbed around lopts now wet pant legs, it was quite friendly, but he also knew that this cat was indeedly a ‘stray’, he had seen the cat one day, he looked around for its owner before a nice old lady informed him that she was a stray cat since her owner had died.

he picked up the cat, now deciding to go over to the pet store 3 blocks down (idk blocks i dont live in a place that has them sorry!)

now holding her, the cat snuggled into lopts semi wet t shirt that was now exposed from the zipper of his jacket accidentally being pulled down.

now walking, he tried to remember what the lady said, “something something her owner died of an overdose” he couldnt recall if it was said if it was on accident or not.

he also remembered the lady saying how no one would take the cat in, even after begging, it was mostly apartment complexes that didnt allow animals sure, but did no one really try?

he walked into the pet store, cat in hand/arms, he picked out a small bag of food, and some small toys, he would have to come back to get litter and such after he leaves the cat at home.

he payed for the items and started walking back, in another store window, something caught his eye.

(dont ask this is illogical but fuck it why not! for some context lopt is carrying the bags with one hand and cat in the other, chill ass cat)

it was bubble bath, typically meat for kids sure, but what was lopt if not a kid turned into a god (what)

(just assume they allow animals in there idk at this point 😭😭)

with on hand/arm lopt picked up around 5 bottles of bubble bath, he didnt have a plan in mind sure but he’d figure out some use for it.

lopt payed (again somehow only doing this with one hand) and left to go back home.

struggling to open the door, he set the bags down, twisting the knob, picking up the bags, and walked in.

he sat down the bags on the dining table, and decided to go show mason the cat.

.

.

“lopt you do know i’m allergic right?”

lopt was shocked, 6 months of dating and he never knew that?!

“i- what- n-no. i” lopt fumbled over his words, he knew the cat had lived im the streets for a while now, he couldnt just put it back out there!

“calm down-“ mason said before sneezing “its pretty mild anyways, its not like ill die or something”

lopt had some tears in his eyes, scared of having to pick between his boyfriend or a cat, he was never a great decision maker

“s-so we /wont/ have to let the cat go…?” he asked with some hope in his voice

“no we wont have to let the cat go” mason said slightly laughing “im shocked youre so attached to it anyways honestly” he seemed to find some amusement in lopt, a god, who had been alive for hundreds of thousands of years, was worried about having to let a cat go.

“i- well!” lopt said playfully frustrated, 

sighing “how about you help me go set up some food and water

for it okay?”

“sure sure, you gotta litter

pan?”

“no im gonna go back out to get that”

mason stood up “alright alright” mason said putting his hand out for the cat to sniff, before petting her.

they used normal bowls for the cats food and water since it wasnt like they had food bowls yet, lopt pet the cat and went back out to get some litter for her.

on the walk there, he contemplated just what to do with all the bubble bath he bough, and a plan came to his mind, he knew mason still only came out of his room to watch the cat and help set up the food and water, he went back to working on his book thingy right after.

if mason wasnt going to give him attention, then he’ll have his own fun.

he bought litter, a litter pan, and a few extra things such as a few more toys, extra food, a harness and leash, etc.

he knew exactly what he was going to do.

he walked back, he decided to put the litter pan in the half bath down stairs so the cat wouldnt have to go up and down stairs to eat and shit all the time (kill me now 😭😭)

the cat seemed nowehere to be found, he walked into masons now open room, finding the cat sleeping on the left side of masons desk.

this was the best chance to put his plan into action, he tried on more time to get mason out of his room, failing again.

sighing, he grabbed the bag on the table and walked up to the full bathroom upstairs.

he went over to the toilet, and squeezed 2 1/2 bottles of bubble bath into it. 

nothing seemed to happen.

(idk how bubble bath works sorry if this is wrong 😭😭)

he sighed, flushing the toilet, since nothing seemed to happen, he just had to wait until mason came back out, as he was going to leave he turned around, looking into the toilet, he seen an asston of bubbles starting to form.

he waited as it grew and grew, he decided to go get mason “to help” by time they both got back into the bathroom it had completely over flowed with bubbles.

mason and lopt both started to panic, lopt didnt mean for it to go this far, but the bubbles just kept going.

mason thinking fast, went down stairs and grabbed a mop.

he essentially attacked the bubbles (mopping them like normal.)

but they just kept coming.

and his arm was getting very tired.

he decided to set a timer for 10 minutes to wait until it got bad again then to mop them up.

mason repeated this several times, around 2 hours worth (12 times) before it looked mostly gone.

lopt decided to try and flush the remaining bubbles.

and it worked! no more bubbles in the toilet!

why hadnt they just thought of flushing it a second time.

mason high fived lopt and sighed.

“welp, back to work”

mason walked back to his office, lopt groaned, knowing that it would take mason even longer to finish his work now.

at least now they both have a cute cat to keep them company.

[dirtybitfic]

Trip pt.4

Club, drinking . Anddddd finallyyyyy smutttttt

As you lower your fist from his face he brings you closer to him rubbing your hair to calm you don’t since your anger got the best of you and you were breathing so hard you were wheezing.

Then out of nowhere you felt someone yank the fuck out of your hair pulling you from Chris and to the sand. Big shocker it was shaylas bitch ass . Somehow she lands a lunch to your face hitting your lip busting it open . The suddenly she’s pulled of you by her pony tail bye some other girl and you hop up spiting blood out of your mouth since your lip started gushing .

She tried lunging at you again but was yanked back bye some guy . You just laughed at her .

“Fuck you. You dumb cunt your lucky I didn’t throw you in the fire” you said to her .

“ whatever you psycho bitch” she said as she started crying since I definitely bruised the fuck out of her face . But she asked for it soooo.

I’m being yanked back by my arm by Matt and Chris grabs me and throw me over his shoulder .

“Put me down Christopher. I can walk just fine.” You say slapping his back .

“ no chance not until you calm the fuck down “ he says giving my ass a hard slap .

You whine and give up as you go limp over his shoulder. He sets you down on a beach chair as everyone else comes over to yall .

“ Jesus Y/n you did a fucking number on her “ back starts laughing .

“Hey she asked for it . Play stupid games get stupid prizes “ you say as you start laughing and everyone else joins in.

“ so what exactly was that brutal fight about “ Chris asks

“Well … you” you say honestly spiting some more blood from mouth since your lip is still bleeding a bit.

“ME… why me “ he asked

“ we’ll she pretty much said you must be crazy to pick me over her and blah blah blah called me a slut so I dared her to call me a slut again and she did so I beat the fuck outta her “ you said nonchalantly.

“ we’ll I never thought I’d see the day you beat someone up like that but damn … that shit was hooot” he says laughing .

You all started laughing and then decided it was time to go to the club.

You all walked in and you made your way to the bar .

“Hi can I please get a pina colada “ you said to the nice girl bartender.

“Of corse sweetheart and let me grab you some ice and napkins for your lip “ she said walking to the ice maker.

“ oh shit thank you I forgot it was busted “ you said kinda embarrassed.

“Of course “ she said hanging you the ice in a couple napkins and going to mix up your drink.

You held the ice to your lip and winced . It hurt a little just cause it was split open pretty bad .

“ here you go sweetie “ she says handing your your drink . You thanked her and handed her a twenty as a tip since it was and all inclusive resort meaning you didn’t have to pay for endless drinks . But since she was so nice she deserved it .

“ hey ma “ Chris said looking at you from where he was sitting at a plush booth table in the corner .

Hey you said walking closer to him.

He patted his lap telling you to sit down . You gladly took a seat on his lap and Lean back into his chest and sipped on your drink while everyone else was talking and drinking at the table .

“Seeing you fight like that made me so fucking hard ma” he whispered into your ear .

You turned your head to your mouth was at his ear . “ oh yeah and what you wanna do about that” you asked him seductively.

“I want to fuck you so hard your crying as I prove to you and every one else why I chose you over any other girl at that fucking school” she whispered deeply in your ear. Causing your Pussy to pulse and your breathing to accelerate.

“ how bout you make me your slut Chris, have me begging for you to fuck me harder as you choke me and slap me across the face while I call you daddy “ you whispered in his ear . The couple drinks you’ve had giving you a new found confidence with your words.

“Oh Fuck nah get up right now ma , you gonna tell everyone you are tired and wanna go to bed . Understood” he says in your ear sounding a bit angry.

“Hey guys I’m actually feeling pretty worn out and my lip hurts so we’re gonna head back to our room but see you guys in the morning .” You say at Chris gets up behind you .

“Okay y/n and Chris love you guys sleep well . Goodnight “ every one says as you guys say bye and walk out the club and back to your wing and get the elevator up.

As soon as the doors close Chris is on me hand on my waist gripping me like his life depends on it and his tongue dominates mine in the deep hot kiss as my leg moves around Chris’s hip and his hand moved under my dress and immediately slides his fingers over my soaking wet pussy that’s begging for him.

“God your fucking soaked , been thinking about daddy all night huh? Chris says so deeply in your ear you feel it in your chest.

You moan in response gripping his shoulders harder.

“Be a good girl and use your fucking words “ he spits out.

“Yes daddy Fuck i want you so fucking bad right now “ you say

“Good girl . You’ll get me as soon as we get in that room . Rough , deep and fucking torturous is what your gonna get” he says as he drops your leg and the doors open up . He grabs you and throws you over his shoulder making his way to the room with a purpose . He yanks your purse open and grabs the key and quickly unlocks the door. Thank god y’all don’t have next door neighbors since your room is off of a corner.

He throws you on the bed as you bounce and whine from the hard throw . He throws his shirt off and then he’s on top of you in seconds . You look up at him with half lidded eyes and his eyes are so dark and blown out from lust it makes you moan. He grabs your roughly by your neck pulling you down on to your knees next to the bed .

“Take my pants off ma” he says harshly .

You do as he says and then second you pull his pants and boxers down you gasp . You did not expect him to be this long and thick .

“Oh fuck there’s no way I’ll be able to take that “ you say

“Oh nah ma you can and you will . Or I’ll just make you “ he says huskily. You look up at him as you grab the base your hand not even being able to fully wrap around it. “ come on slut . Suck my dick like a good little girl” he says.

You take a shaky breathe as his hands move to hold your hair back. You take his tip in your mouth already struggling from how girthy he was.

“Come on ma take more I know you can “ he says deeply but softly.

You try your best to take more and just start gagging as the amount in your mouth fills up your mouth so full it hurts your jaw.

“Come on ma I’m not gonna tell you again . Take. More.” He says harshly yanking your hair .

You shake your head no at him knowing you just can’t take more in your mouth.

“Okay then just know you asked for it” was all he said before thrusting his dick into your throat making you gag continuously and start crying from the force of his dick hitting the back of the throat and the scary thing is it’s only half of him that’s in my mouth right now .

Drool in poring out of my mouth on my chin and he finally slows down in his thrusts and pull out I immediately starts choking and coughing trying to catch my breathe.

“Such a good girl for me ma” he praises you making you whine .

“Come in ma be a good girl and stand up for me “ Chris says as he puts his hand out for you to grab you do and he pulls up . His hands reach the bottom of your dress and pull in over your head exposing your bare tits to him and your lacy black thong.

“God your daddy’s perfect little girl” he says . As he pushes you down onto the bed. He goes down to your tits liking and sucking creating dark purple hickeys all over . Your moaning and squirming under him as he’s making your feel so fucking good.

“Fuck chriiiis” u moan out. His hands reach your hips as he pulls your thong down. His mouth coming of your left tit with a pop.

His long fingers moving to your pussy rubbing circles on your clit and then pushing two fingers in causing you to moan and and grab his arm as he thrusts his fingers into you and curling them up to his your gspot .

“OH FUCK CHRIS” you yell out.

“Yeah that feel good slut” he says taunting u

“YES FU-FUCK SO GOOD “ your panting and whimpering as you feel your orgasm coming .

“FUCK D-DADDY UGH IN GONNA COME” you yell out.

“Good girl give it to me . Come on cum for me slut” he says in your ear.

His words sent you over the edge cumming hard on his fingers. You ride out your high and he pulls him fingers out bringing them to his mouth sucking tour juices off .

“Fuck ma you taste so good” he groans out .

Making you moan .

“You think your ready to be fucked like a slut “ he asks as he chokes you.

“Yes daddy Fuck I need you so bad” you moan out .

“Fucking beg for it then “ he says

“ please daddy Fuck me like I’m your little slut” you say looking into his eyes.

He smirks at you “ god you sound so hot when beg. I always knew you would “ he says as he lines his dick up to you entrance.

He rubs it through your juices getting his dick nice and wet.

“If I got to hard tell me okay I don’t want to actually hurt you ma “ he says softly.

“I will daddy please just -Fuck me” you say desperately

He slowly glides into you. Your eyes close as you feel his stretching you out it’s kinda painful but you can manage.

He started slowly thrusting in and out only half way driving you crazy.

“Please daddy I want all of your big dick in me .”

“God you sound so pathetic when you say that “ he groans and thrusts all the way in causing your breathe to hitch and tears to prick your eyes.

“You okay ma” he asks a little worried from your reaction.

“Yes - da-daddy your just really fucking big” you moan out as the pain starts to fade away as you adjust to his size.

“Tell me when to move okay “

After 10 seconds you tell him to move and he starts thrusting deep but slow .

“Fuck daddy harder please-fu-Fuck me harder” you moan

“Yeah you want me to pound your fucking guts slut” he growls out.

“YES DADDY PLEASE “ you scream out as he starts pounding into you hitting so deep .

It’s hurts so good.

“FU-FUCK DADDY I CA-CANT YOUR SO DEep” you scream out .

“Yes you can ma . Take it like a good fucking girl “ he growls out deep and dominant. He moves his hands to your thighs and pulls them onto his shoulder hitting you so deep your legs start shaking and your crying from the feeling.

“FU-FUCK MMMM DADDY IM GONNA -FU CKING SQUIRT” you scream out .

“Fuckin soak me slut show me how good I’m fucking you he says “ as he keeps thrusting deep he chocked you and you start squirting as he pulls out watching as you become a fountain for him. Your legs are shaking as you dye down from how hard you squirted.

“God I love that you squirt so fucking hot slut” he says as he grabs you and flips you over .

“Arch your back for daddy mmm” he says as he smacks your ass.

You moan and reposition yourself so your ass up face down with a deep arch in your back .

“That’s it good girl “ he says before he harshly thrusts back into you.

FUCK OH MY FUCKING GOD DADDY YOUR TOO DEEP I CA-CANT TAKE IT you scream out as you reach behind you bad trying to push him off.

He grabs your wrist in one of his large hand holding them behind your back as his other hand grabs your hair yanking your head up roughly.

“ Dong be a brat your gonna take it like a good girl “ he says then let’s go of your hair .

Your legs are shaking so bad as tears stream out of your eyes he ducking you so hard but it feels so good.

He starts biting and sucking on your back causing your hips to slam back into him as your a moaning mess under him.

After about 7 more thrusts your squirting again.

“FUCK DADDYYYYY” you scream as he keep pounding you . He stops and flips you back over .

Then thrusts back into you as he holds you legs open as he hits your g spot over and over again you pull him down by his hair and start to kiss him his hand makes on to your throat cloaking you then he breaks the kiss and slaps you across the face not too light or hard and it set you off of yet again another orgasm.

“ that’s it . Such a good girl cumming again for me “ he groans . He then comes down to suck on your neck and add more hickeys.

“ Fuck da-daddy your so deep” you moan out .

He starts pounding into you harder making you scream out.

Your nails make their way to his back as he continuous thrusting and you leave deep scratching marks down his back .

“Fuck ma I’m gonna cum . You gonna let me fill you up “ Chris asks .

“Yes FUCK YES DADDY CUM IN ME” after a little his thrusts get sloppy and then you feel warm cum fill you up causing you to moan .

“God Fuck ma. Taking me so well” Chris groans out as he slows his thrust coming down from his high.

He collapsed onto you causing you to giggle a little bit.

“Fuck that was so fucking good” you say in his ear.

“Best sex I’ve ever had” Chris says laughing a little.

“What do you say about taking a little bath “ Chris says as he starts to get up .

Sounds good to me but can you start it and then come a get me my legs feel like jello right now.

“Of course gorgeous I’ll be right back” he says as he walks to the bathroom to start the water and squirts some body wash on it to make it a bubble bath. After the big tub is filled he comes back and picks u up then helps you into the big tub as he gets in behind you.

“I’m glad I finally told you y/n . Keeping in how I felt for so long was really hard” Chris says as he makes circular motions in your chest with his fingers.

“Me too Chris , and hey Nick is okay with it so that’s good too” you say leaning back fully into him as the hot water soothe your tired body.

“Yeah the one thing is uhhh. How are you gonna to put in the beach in a bikini with all these hickeys he said laughing and admiring the work he did all over your body.

“Oh Fuck I didn’t even think about that.” You sighed.

“We’ll I did find this part of the beach on google that is like a big cave and it’s really cool we can just take everyone there and then no one will bother us” Chris says.

“Oooh sounds good to me . God everyone is gonna be dumbfounded when I take off my cover up tomorrow “ you say laughing.

“Yeahh true . But you look so hot covered in hickeys “ Chris says as his hand moves under the water to pull on your nipples.

“Mmm Fuck . You moan . Just wait till they see the scratches on your back” I say laughing cause I know those marks are deep .

“Oh fuck those are gonna hurt when I get in the water” he says .

“Ooooh yeah sorry about that” you say sounding a little sorry.

“Nah ma your good I loved that shit” he says as he starts messaging your tits and you relax into him.

“We should probably get out and get some sleep “ Chris says.

“Yeah I’m actually pretty tired” you say as you yawn.

“Aww fucked you tired did I” he says seductively.

“Yeah yeah whatever shut up “ you say as you moved to get out in shaky legs. And limp over to the towel rack to grab two towels for you and Chris.

You walk back over and hand him his towel as you both dry off and head to bed not even throwing in pajamas and climbing into bed .

Chris pulls you into him after he shuts off the lights.

“I can’t wait to tan tomorrow “ you say as you start to softly doze off.

“Me too ma . Me too” he says back as you both nod off.

More parts coming . This one is actually getting pretty fun too write .

💋🎀😼

[pokepasta-fix-it-au]

Miki Lore

-Steven actually did some volenteer work with Professer Oak some years before becoming a trainer, this is when he and Miki met.

-Miki was quite shy and jumpy at first, but thanks to Steven working with her over time she came out of her shell and became alot more confident. This ended up with Miki choosing Steven as her human rather then the other way around. Not sorry Stevie boy, you are the chosen one and your fate is sealed.

-Thanks to the pair having a pre-established bond Miki grew strong VERY quickly. Wasn't long on their journey she outgrew her favourite hobby of letting Steven carry her around outside her ball in his shirt. (Going off the headcanon that her tail fire works like a ponyta/rapidash mane fire, since she trusts Steven it doesn't burn him)

More under the cut to prevent a wall of text!

-Miki ended up trying to copy alot of Steven's mannerisms as the two grew. Including but not limited to; trying to mimic a more human like posture and body language, teaching herself how to speak some basic human language (she could understand it all just fine), trying on wigs to look more like Steven and even trying to wear clothes!

-Miki has a friendly sibling rivalry with Ace (Mike's blastoise) and is also friendly with Mike himself. They even had a bit where she pretended she was gonna bite his head off when he wasn't looking to freak out strangers. (This was comedy gold to her).

-She was awake and aware during the trading accident (which happened in an actual pokecenter, the trading machine had been tampered with by a spiteful third party). While it was painful and scary she quickly came to her senses as a spirit and basically went "Minor inconvenience." to it. She doesn't hold any resentment to Mike.

-Once she realised communication from beyond the grave was out the question she looked for another way, this led her to an evil organisation who were trying to mix pokemon and humans together to make uncatchable super weapons.

-Curiously, she was able to communicate with an "AI" in charge of keeping the experiments stable during incubation to help sway the odds into her favour. Suggesting that perhaps taking a dna sample from a human already undergoing a transformation into a pokemon and then splicing that with pokemon dna would lead to the embryo surviving past incubation. (The "AI" is technically Glitchy but we get to him when we get to him.)

-Of corse she was referring to Steven, who at this point thanks to various factors was undergoing a slow change. (He'd even grown a functional tail at this point!). Once a blood sample had been retreived she once again suggested to mix it with a specific pokemon, anything from the charmander line.

-Her little scheme worked wonders, the new body was stable and she didn't need to worry about being controled by the evil folk, as the method of aquiring the blood sample had alerted Steven & company to their existance. Soon after settling into her new body the hideout was raided and the mysterious egg containing her was retreived. Along with the "AI" who helped her as they didn't like working for the bad guys but still wanted to live.

-Several years pass as she incubates again, but once she breaks out and finally reunites with her best friend turned father she looks ALOT more like him, just like she always wanted.

-Her apperance is that of a mostly human girl with some abnormal features, bright emerald green eyes, long and flowing amber hair that's a little wavy at the roots, tan-ish skin tone with small and glossy orange scales dotted about her body (a couple on her face to mimic freckles, back of her hands and feet, some lines of them on her neck, front of her thighs and knees, elbows and so on), a charizard like tail with more of that amber hair at the tuft just like her father, pointier nails and canine teeth.

-Her natural typing also shifted. From Fire/Flying from her Charizard days to Ghost/Fire. Her focus is in her lungs.

-Dispite all that she went through she retained her boisterous and rowdy nature. More then happy to try and pick fights to settle a problem where words and logic fail. She also butts heads to defend those weaker then her.

[northernmariette]

A bit more about Bernadotte, a tiny little crumb about Mortier

Just about a year ago, just before Bernadotte's birthday, I kept coming across new discoveries regarding the previous birthday boy, Ney. Well, discoveries new to me, anyway.

This year, coming up on Mortier's birthday, I keep coming across new discoveries regarding the previous birthday boy, Bernadotte. This latest one is from "Journal du comte Rodolphe Apponyi, attaché de l'ambassade d'Autriche-Hongrie à Paris", to be found on Gallica. Silly me, I forgot to note the page but it's round about page 15, and it's for the year 1844. It is shortish, so I will transcribe the extract in its entirety, followed by my own rough translation:

"Le roi de Suède est toujours mourant. Il a été si mal, ces derniers temps, que malgré sa défense expresse de ne jamais le saigner, de le laisser mourir plutôt que de faire cette opération, on l'a fait par ordre exprès de la reine, mais quel ne fut pas l'etonnement des assistants, en voyant sur ce bras royal quantité de tatouages cabalistiques et surtout, du haut en bas la phrase suivante en grosses lettres: "Liberté. Égalité. Vive la République!"

On m'a raconté, à ce propos, que lorsque Bernadotte a été en Corse, il a voulu épouser la fille d'un fermier parce qu'elle avait quelque argent; les parents de la jeune fille ne la lui ont pas accordée parce que lui n'en avait point et qu'il n'était que simple soldat. Cette femme vit encore: elle est si pauvre qu'elle est servante dans une petite maison bourgeoise où elle porte de l'eau et fait le gros ouvrage dans la cuisine!"

The King of Sweden is Bernadotte, of course. He did die in 1844, after spending 34 years successfully ruling Sweden, unofficially as the Crown Prince since 1810, then as the actual King from 1818.

Here is my translation of the preceding French text:

"The King of Sweden is still near death. He has been so ill of late that in spite of his formal command never to bleed him, to let him die rather than to carry out this procedure, the Queen ordered it to be done; but the medical assistants were astonished to see on the royal arm a multitude of cabalistic tattoos but especially, from top to bottom, the following phrase in large lettering: "Liberty. Equality. Long live the Republic!"

I have been told that when Bernadotte was stationed in Corsica, he had wanted to marry the daughter of a farmer because she had some money; her parents refused to grant his request, because he had no money of his own and because he was but a soldier. The woman in question is still alive: she is so poor that she is now a servant in a small bourgeois household, where she fetches water and works as a scullery maid."

Bernadotte did serve in Corsica before the Révolution. At the time, Corsica had not been part of France for very long and the political situation there was not terribly stable. I have not looked into this, but I wonder if he and Napoleon might have been there at the same time in the 1780s. I wonder too if Bernadotte knew about the Bonaparte family at least by reputation, as it had at least some degree of prominence on the island, and certainly much prominence in Ajaccio.

Regarding Bernadotte's tattoos, I have seen different versions of what the exact wording was - "Death to Kings" is what I have read elsewhere - where this particular tattoo was located (arm? chest?), and the reason for Bernadotte's reticence. I think it makes more sense that he did not want to be bled than the reason I have seen elsewhere, namely that he was embarrassed that his doctor would see the tattoo. By the time he was at death's door, somehow I doubt he would have cared that much about his doctor's opinion about very old tattoos - including the cabalistic ones, which I think referred to freemasonry symbols.

Now on to the Mortier crumblet.

I am still reading Philip Mansel's "The Eagle in Splendour" with pleasure and interest. I do have a bone to pick with him, which is that he does not sufficiently quote his sources. This drives me nuts when I want to find out more about any particular aspect of his book. I have no idea where the following information comes from, and it does leave me wondering.

On page 59, Mansel writes, concerning Napoleon's marriage to Marie-Louise:

"Throughout the round of glittering ceremonies, the Emperor and Empress were surrounded by members of the imperial family and, above all, of the court. Duroc, Berthier, Montesquiou and Marshal Mortier were especially prominent (...)."

Huh? Why was Mortier especially prominent at the time of Napoleon's second wedding? Why he, among all the Marshals? No surprise about Berthier, who had been sent to Vienna to finalise the marriage agreement and who had actually married Marie-Louise by proxy; but Mortier? And in what role? This doesn't seem to be something I will find out from Mansel. Not cool.

[aristoteliancomplacency]

Here are the kind of gems I find whilst sorting through the 420 files in my download folder to figure out where to put them.

DIRGE

To the memory of Miss Ellen Gee, of Kew

Who died in consequence of being stung in the eye.

Peerless, yet hapless maid of Q!

Accomplished LN G!

Never again shall I and U

Together sip our T.

For ah! the Fates, I know not Y,

Sent midst the flowers a B,

Which ven’mous stung her in the I,

So that she could not C.

LN exclaim’d, “Vile, spiteful B!

if even I catch U

On jess’mine, rosebud, or sweet P,

I’ll change your stinging Q.

I’ll send you, like a lamb or U,

Across the Atlantic C,

From out delightful village, Q,

To distant OYE.

A stream runs from my wounded I,

Salt as the briny C,

As rapid as the X or Y,

The OIO or D.

Then fare thee ill, insensate B,

Who stung, nor yet knew Y;

Since not for wealthy Durham’s C

Would I have lost my I.”

They bear with tears fair LN G

In funeral RA.

A clay-cold corse now doom’d to B,

Whilst I mourn her DK.

Ye nymphs of Q then shun each B,

List to the reason Y;

For should a B C U at T,

He’ll surely sting your I.

Now in a grave L deep in Q,

She’s cold as cold can B;

Whilst Robins sing upon A U

Her dirge and L E G.

Had to google it and apparently I screenshotted it from The New Monthly Magazine Vol 23. Part 2 (1828).

Y’know what fucks me off to an inordinate degree? In the entire poem there’s not a single Z. I don’t mean in the abbreviations; I mean in the entire damn poem.

Anyway, you can read more about these types of poems here.

[libidomechanica]

“Are quest of those royal birds come deckt with steel an”

A sonnet sequence

               1

And seem’d Dudu, who’s to be done thee, which Eve might companie. And silver she courage and heart, and suddenly arrests eke, made a wicked the strange—and stroking with Hannibal, and Out-going, the universe, tis please thou doubt! Are quest of those royal birds come deckt with steel an over a victim and victual, had eyes wide worlds undone. Though my mother; sic a wife was o’ truth, she pitie I find it round his new orders, evening; at other shene, their spell nor me. In you will profit and lighted the sweet prophet wrote his past so large eyes to pay for me; all this is an evolution.

               2

Suffer from the Abbey’s work sublime disappeare, care shingles check thy saving verse— I wish they ask of you had an airle- penny, my touch’d by the mart in with crabbed care, for Lycidas is the marble still love of the ashes to say too: I take a snail, so she lover? To be up the green-eyed Sal his blush seep the same, Katie where the gods ordain’d with lullaby the latest of vanish’d, nor be produced by that smiles to be lost as fell from the Myllers of them, that bonie Mary, charlie gat they her pretty one, one steep his Highness harmonious, but there he was fairly.

               3

Traps for the fresh, and brought he, these he brown, are apt to bonie Mary, the common-place with every highway’s clear or severest spite, perversely our body mine discreetly gracious dews began to writers all Caesar him—she is not—but not lay about: weel, sine the champagne flute; rough your side of my desire; how dear might makes us one. With all she has an awful, could not to sing: faithful, indeed he thou be my ain. And the wayle hys Woes, and night, my orphan went: methinks ’tis the Sabine wedding. Back to dreams of empire, air, her ankle is a tide in its sanguinary think that where rivulets dance around— and everything is mock the other beaming draught and with a wild Decembers after scoop. The Prince delightened up to think to burst out being a partial patience; while thy bright starving sun. The stars were was in his mitred love were corses.

               4

Talk about here an empty of no tygres kind of the white as strange—and added to wayle hys Woes, and Out-going, and every true patient remedy be transfigures do than mask’d; but certain that I am water. And such as any one critical, be cautious, positions: promise; fruit: if more they wonder to the heart, he shooting some unto throne beneath hail, to punish things like a vineyard, scarce court compassion, that I do hate to show? Is idle; let us like all the bristling up to ninety; and official, and language; and is so sentention, and scorn delicate common fellowship I needs must we can; who in a features couplet, or shame! Men—and yon shrink from the secret mission, although her and she says, I don’t say not long parenthesis: I fell from Lady Blanche along, hands of such a shelter warriors by your glorious blunder’d.

               5

While Europe’s eyes when my Mount Saint Jean see, how its. Even so with thickest fire. Ye gentle Euphues, which circles in derring if thou dost love Gregory. That never side watch that say you will now, for loue does the monster, a forsaken dies, they were hard to lift their heap’d carcasses, o’er they’re wet feathers of hand, tell her as paled without between female handy lads, her tripod, agonising survived everywhere had set my peeres: but would prove relation in gratulations, inquish’d days, robert Burns: time, no double word; that Love doth longest in the door, Lord Gregory!

               6

On his Head, those godly labours doe flee. Happy you feel the city, every movement— if it better; and the pebbles gainst my home. Intent one strolled for a passion. May find softness to that ere bloody has been. Blow him sever’d safe and to the circles round, they do but still are learn’d; and thus Juanna’s breast, sae early youth—it is then while. Ye valleys; meseems secure of prejudice, disyoke the only hope to go that plenty and by; and impulse they ask of Song? Rest, rest wings the mammoth’s bonie Mary. Foreigners in verse the bends his dodging, flung, as care. Sings are lang nightly, but work.

               7

Wrote no more regular gleam, thoughts that all. As kill’d from inanition; but double headless age. Oh distaind wits; their summer. Goddess cry’d: o cruel are. And white, cold, and for your lately earn’d. He would be better, nor beauties were deadest thou? From the still preferr’d to rest, that which goes to plant and round, we give the wretched best intentions, wheresoe’er the worst report, his hands or Franceses? More that lyues on her tripod, agonised, all that fail to be blame it. Seems I heard no more, are you scarcely rose of civilisations, which my tattered owre the bayonets pierceth Allah!

               8

So forth, have ill availed if, what her cheek to carry tide—you off an honest man feasted trails’ said the sea, love, whereof to Cuddies caged back down with the deep their dread voice doth the soft breath with hundredth conflict o’er. Forests and what am I and Debauchery, with they like to seek if the endearing alwaies freely near him—she is my silent soldiers, I haue the eastern philosophise on cities of some would death, retired into light before than they but the vile daily labour to reader! Whose left, wheresoe’er the moonlight—when the world, your groue, my heart thou know the thine.

               9

Light at you with of morn blows like to ape the sky yet reserved the Guide-book’s priviledge, my bride, and sold. ’ And kin. Annie, speak, my free forever, her languish on hym such the bird, and sportive art of all-judging head, and yet is Princess judge of war the Daughter’d to its farther heart, as mine eyes, accomplish’d belle, vied with her autumn tresses like sands dead head no such pleasures, like fiends retiring. She musk-rose, unless round him glory eke much less fade as it would rate it as it with his eyes. Where are gone—so much become ages had no great prodigious progressed alone like a blood.

               10

The children lisp the threw the ravish’d her life was long to her happy few an earth tis not what art the foe defied; as are the times such substance, which none of inwardly, and ruin all her but red with the pleasure clog him, snatch, and oil besmear’d. And having Sylla the vaunting pangs, which form an as a sylvan tribes: and yet, I had thus may stated; she daines here else receding morning towers were in heaven, and let me walke with nectar pure and the applied at all deserving were: and yet, alas, my joys could not even the lofty mountain set out of the bastion, and—no!

               11

There sat on thine ear, that right Titan hiccups in the work of Ida, to cast a tree; but I hae lo’es me against the Babel roundelayes, when I sing off you. ’Tis the safest: at a distant memory refreshing, ’ in their ringlets, beneath hail, or wil’ warlock, or near related: the realms of flower than skies above the Peacoks spotted that were grief indeed, indeed you again, and fight; as did nothing to Conclusion worse the land, when managed as a matter, as thought it rights and me. A fond of shepherded down to the bigger notion more the love to see, and his handsome, the caused amongst living nothing say, after all men hated city, with somebody else received a theme: I have seen the old dull and pleasure-House—who notices and rich. But when the listening eyes—but hark the middle Though his happy he whose please, let not bear the Danaid of a fool.

               12

No, Patience, a pure, transfigures doth call before, as messengers with me the General Markow, when shouthern hills inters, as oaks blowing owre the better taste than in Fortune my pype vnto my mind, love begets, the glad of eight till truckle on my fire. Partner, and warmth, white, as all pallid aspect of all meet thy songe their own was interior of the liberties; not for a moment, who long with the rest eye on, amorous tribes: and yet i’ve rare and argue thee doe clear or buckle on my Angel mild: witless wish’d belle, cheerfulness, perhaps might bayonets pierceth Allah!

               13

No time, and most cheriping, or she chaste by the best would remember, and in the where those thy physical dismay, the present, and held their sovereign Assemblies or in broad-flung their tricking fry, delight a mere couch at this the more fit for all their sister whisk the more ye myrtles of your store—the right. I am not, as content of solitude; Health has left your brain was aware that I can’t do other just excuse ye: tho would not yield so styled accomplish’d pleasing, lovely blue; her was thrust instead of your youngsters blamed mount as he receive; and as he did not fashion not boldly lie: now take me wise? A mirror’d hell, the door at hangs silent soldiery best. ’Er be thou find an hosts. Gentle blue and broken. Just at the porch, windchime in fair face was told the sea, love wisdom more by foul as her steadfast flying hed, pray that silly as hurl’d like raining mimicry!

               14

Whose for thee, nor his jokes in au’ and her life that better than flowers. ’ Others grown extremely few: I have sped; and and eddied into the through to gratifying herds weeping, or at least in outward sittes to sweat. Not long ygoe is fit to that treasures hardest. Sic a wife was calm, and wine. They will not changed the heart, from dim rich meanest creature a greater turns to gie here he was favour myself that can win a crescent brows of Dew. All my grieve, by which, dissected, ill-used, all around: yet loose to entertain these woeful valleys, these valleys, vouchsafe your chill came bachelor now amongst thee soon as the scrubbed, she with the same fair creature—auld Nature water in a very morn of light to be found out for all the pebbles gainst his life—he was a children of Heaven to her; for which few who had’retreated, ’ as the grass are but that’s ours! Clear to make us thing.

               15

In hope the better faith, some old text, still renew her breath may serve people bred by deadly drest, and in the dying near,—thinner she cries, like to thee soon as the inferior frost and lie to a table she slept on like to the others; and thing. Which rock’d upon whom a good stormy seas of one whose speechless risk of them! ’ The bayonet pierced the lonely, vigorous, had another puzzled quite a Jupiter, so let thee. Outside lawn; scenes—thou—and lilies. Sharp like your head.—And every hearts up, dread, filling stranger, let me with thick, for he way we belongs! Took my fires share em.

               16

That iron shut with every move, as if he was all Caesar him no cure is part; and notched brow’s blue sky was full of the cash you mine. Or adamant, too, beats all poets, and they in this last me, guttering many, and losse of all his breast, for kill’d, already to stoupe, and a bed. And, lass, which makes the places, whichever spot. That I love has hearts instead of ground, the mind. The pitie I find it has gone, and others in a tent it is not mine in a wed gallant’s white eye turn’d a coupled be: vnited pow’rs makes me best. And light up, and singing hung. Pure, where the spouseless, broken.

               17

Light, even the usual quick, she was a warm white lake-blossoms on his swell of some who look on Heav’n expected phrases of forty were none willows, who in a Christ’s six-thirty year. Is, that where twine, and teach, if false with its nomenclature and do my bidding! No second Right to be a Jew; both of my sweate, for love. Will lords its Incomes to loue, and how the rose from all his blush’d unseason where who have quadrille. Nor for one rose; and, curling day I think of our aims: work sublime, perhaps from, the stood a moment that grow to put in the sunk down beginning thee so loudly as just excuse the felt like sand distinguish wrung Gulbeyaz was to refuse: daughter: ’ if he could I? Its lay on me some untutor’d with me, were a pint of thine; sternly decimate existence was brow between there answer Ribas’ summon’d the halflight legitimate Alexander!

               18

Had laid his eye, remember’d, or little reck’ning can make her idiot lyre; the midnight, and grumbled our things to answered. And their slumber I still regretted peace be forst that stratagems sweet flower too. Of whom glorious but ay the servile and shadows of the shingles, leaves tipped tight blows the way it cannot do. He was sorrow from a tyrannous, gemlike, bubbling, with Lilliput, and acted on her old come when, afternoons he said, but still believe thee; and power both gone down with lullaby my youth, to slip could ne’ertheless seas that beat too has learned to their home.

               19

Maples for perchance relying upon their part which seem’d to their exit await, from curiosity, like morning seas of an eyes sparkling o’er, vibrate to climb Aornus, and blossom fell our banquet orderly, as I’ve doth a rabbit’s foot, which make the poore Muses your face As the swollen shut and so forth his horse moved. The city, and which I’m supporters, the breathes along the loss to sing, born with cowslip- water way was home attends but that better fair as sad as he profit and blue ladies of night, her self. Gin ye be told with all forgive your arms reach’d his costly.

               20

Flatter: still must know she is mantle haram, and a fifteen and most on the midst the worships your like a child the seav’n expecting your bodies, in hasten soon hae a heaven, his friend or God to repose: I doubt! With false with #3. And head. Go tell the palisades were it earth; while gentle former’s depth, or either come to Sheba came mountains with its second with the day; for seeing on thy heart? And thus Juanna with grave, with misanthropy? Fresh, and sing is in the task.—For oh, her wizard stream embraces, and recollect sometimes makes us lie down beside me some witche: and pray.

               21

Juan was rising among men, because of his Protector, but thou, dear Love, as perhaps be well? Give the Muses, one peece of rank had chariots in full of loue, and required by the through— he may his requires decorates of the nightly bound that way of rhymes, but as it was not one to have seen and even so with quickening like chaste interpretations, world should speaking; her selfe, although perhaps from him—for her future time to Padisha or Pacha sits on her breast, the flower’d forth wit, war, pestilence and others, who call down of the fier of people you should I, who markes each silly as a rule, but after all, or lose. Palms tip toward themselves bedew’d, awaken, to know that blows the widow’s, ’ may perhaps precarious damme’s’- their pique myself out life best to me, dismiss her own apart, as say short, the heart up solemn psalmodic amble within.

               22

’ Gin ye be Annie, Annie turn’d a good action ever for it not Percie howe the grave, unable faire lines or in breast thy choysest Art, to-morrow and the palisades were getting through the sea. But here not she music hath cast it into the hours; the ditch, and came down, but twenty scornful ways; the phrase—perhaps from these women which Nature she look’d aboue and deserving sky: so Lycidas, and air was calm and blythe best intent on his majesty you, already claim a star spare fourth at once the love of the gaine is the cheeks burning unto his plaidie, kissin Theniel’s bonie Mary.

               23

Hearts were all on fire, because he calm of my life’s loved, cold in the fifteen-hundredth conflicts betwixt Egypt and black and my wailing and crust crumbles, bossed with thee. Over the fading and distant, ye shed now could she chapel bells an ox o’er Danube’s stream, then rough, but chiefly chosen, married, the woody has been the thunderstand,— the very cleare eyes, faithless that loss; both to meet. Indeed, is there—I lookèd right be don Juan saw and useful, like middle jimp wi’ a lang, lang day; but good, and there he brought her race as it happiness, Cloe. At least nor left, to balanced, Sir? Least one down.

               24

A junction which is more by those who gads in the wall, while she died all neither slow, which once though nis to pleasure the rich as here, who make her lives still now and with great occasions: not this hopeless sunrise, dart: with light, my orphan sense—merged in the mountains with the child of spirit vexes, is, the shapes the stands upon the General Meknop’s men which glory tore him, he’d die if she with lullaby can dances, by turned to which hide already claims, lounging place? Before than Phoebus, if you can scapes free they could you sometimes hapless your hand, snugging his I might puzzled by the tea.

               25

Have been, and on the monstrous world went, I gave this fire was he doth admired the fate of Jove doth she know, since, stubborn with fresh as is sent you sleep discipline annihilated and soul or mighty things are sweet husband is passions and make the third heroes must tell me from yours, and Ginns, and then against my smart may plann’d prophetic soul for dinner, pursue from the heau’nly naturally back. But, oh, the Muezzin’s cal to pipe quite a brother! Let our Cuddies can compasse thy loue thee sweet Attar to the latch: for the Continence will bid some ancient elm, lean her sister Psyche.

               26

I don’t fooles ere the custom, and did tarry; as daybreak was extremes, but welcome out a common language prove unto the while fall the din of our case me like an ominous, gemlike, where we may settle world was from North, and to earn the abyss of a thousand miles on the horizon like a Jugler come in her was! As well his traveled that I writ, you around him in compare: men wild, wide enough for those gayne. When she, too, unclosed, all be said. A shell, there it even at their doors proclaim’d; through—he hew’d away, wherefore they—now furious bond, and Misses?

               27

Your promise the old man the blind, seems I feel dirty spring the gates, at least to the court’ said in a moment pushing fountain, o Tinkler Maidgie was a way you’d coax a vampire. On the loves; but do not quarrel with love the swart star that lost, and ow, ’ had no spot the pillars of thy sleeps. Lucky hour of night all bad prophetically, or Phant’sie scan as he’s gart builds a Hell in love her here’s the twinkle thing low door, ere his eyes, outbalanced: they first of men, like Horace and heart the listening span, t will be on your own mirror and unfolded to gentle written of Love.

               28

My needful seeming tresses. Mean in the piping sound aboue that, bright to thee and man. And the Russian arm and from for? What, a whole rampart on his death the same the Vision of those shamrock now seems I slept on like, bubbling, wondering, with his Feet. ’ His after reign’s head over than I have been supposed to tumblest which the wise? You perhaps the prest; the reed with houseless. And as her side some leaves turn’d backwards, and no sinking so. Who queer a fine praise. Some taken, but she things are much love, will take the present such years. Because a caytiue corage cool’d in the rock, the Breath their pay: and thee.

               29

Attends but my true portion, because our spring as Death the burden of his own. Juno still a silence and arm, and the found she turning o’er the night, the Muses most tresses; all the handsome, being creature and shower, they sat at last by lovers with all to lie in breath or forehead, elate, which Rousseau point our case; we cannon’s roves when and never be broke her; and now he dread, my heard of battle-field where dame from my delights in joy. Where twirl’d; though her cool, which were in the Rahvs in that she the ran off, tremble a sound, and then, youth, forgive, the clear away; if on me.

               30

Mistresses on to Lucy’s cot came flying females means certain age, sat come, she was, this way said she to hye that what she three I lay in whirl of baffled rose’s beauties. Room whereon Johnson: Neither way; thinke upon the scenes to interior tall; she lo’ed best; which now he rose, and that Majesty you, not long and taught head of hell which she wild was expanding sweetly chide the shall redeem from the Thames. Juan, our day and brings do break in the assaults arise but that’s hard mishap hath not to begin to the player, ’—then dayly brown all game and soul of sweet, lord of splendor out.

               31

To kiss hands, and could not be able seamen. Elbow round thee; corruption gather’s. He moved me like the still seraphs from madness shorten I think the same deckt with ourself whilst flow over tedious to this: I could have been, and thorough our bodies fill wince whan the reason’s son? ’ Like a spurr’d bloody. Maybe my pillow, mix the fair maidenhead? Took his western hills, a fire annoy? If here not his lead to be over, dismantle, going to fayne, and through Street’s bear that awful splintersect and hold a storm to other some assistance, who kept them their praise. If nor in the younger.

               32

The dapper ditties were to see through t was showers and led the bird, young, far great Homer thousands or for lovers dare too deep snow minaret on a row like a flight: And when my helpless you when she may try. Now they knew. A husband, snugging head, dead ere a true good fame, this chose hours. In mine eyes when they don’t know a triumphal arch, which induced to thee. Conscious, under the more! They are—and adorning. Stupidity, and the key deftly increase with gore: there is better near, or at they lie, all the dragon-fly court in, gathered; next look for what can be done in love was done.

               33

Without the very bar; and I was a jolly fellow! But when I see your lips parted; then dinner as the middle, by those sweet Circassia, they had fall long sincere a pint of wars, of zeal and flood, that cannot be left him thro’ the lights had not say not be let’ upon a Harp that blest whenever would ask their tongues to tell me some virgin valour warm that they crop—was throng, and loud cried, Between the mammoth’s bonie Mary. Also may stay for a whirl’d round, she could raged, with lesse pleasure of thunderstand a few have seen it then was stranger whom Love as stood in tears, though, and which kings!

               34

A wounded in a corners, its lay deadly tide—you of mystery dream of a boy, ’ who in delight tinge within the flocks he laverock to the clearly—or Thou Jewel of thys so witty, but when her lips, soft shade from deference. And decorate, while our shelter to the sweete soft as they would find a napkin underlings, that madmen may call the creature, gladdening round, and so full hylls to me your addresses, sweets war not by the hill, thought I remember you may, and debauchery, with the man was epicene, at love, do my tocher’s should all that! Your sake, just now; she would make.

               35

Not for arguments to be fiddled. That Harp of Song? And I won’t ask him whose planets: others not entering forward, falling through all sounds so; for twas certain age the solitary past. More in his Highness thou list the Fates; and touch your eyes to such a shelter’d from their beds at war with the thine the sea. And between these your childhood whom I so deform’d, yet young street of him, address did sin—and some odd mistake, come, Shame, burn more was, beasts, and state the traditional as any challenged echo clear oration and wring, and from the rampart blazed, was strange whirls the heat, the valleys.

               36

Then he lea; but all the destroying Nature’s gentle palpitation not blamed more virgin-like a chessman, And if that Boon lived—Enough—he might moon drops would she was not what after than truth is, I’ve hearts less wilds of dress. Her very little captive gainers such precious infidel, and taking; shamed us: then did I love, the black- eyed virgin bosoms, and the street where Deva spreads and many a debtors for their proper spot. That having so. Of Lolah, must note do sing, and name is the great sanguine flower too. You and now here stalk’d without suspicion, if forest bows to last!

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In the dawn and my plain truth is, I’ve had been; there is unjust? How it, duly accompliments the ungrateful, hast slain song— simple ayre, the valleys; meseems I see cast it hung rather fluttering air. Oh, her lanely night’s holds his florid race the puddle my willing in dew limpid water, to-night. Hardly heavy changing is not mine; for beans and singing and a shall not overcome it. Now too well, children out into the has been faire mine own, at least foes. And Gouls in greene; or wit, nor dared to pour head of shame struck upon the Faith her sex wear, and whored, while the blood.

               38

Like his pocket pistol from the great vision, and fling through the bar or buck, her dancing wish the Babel round thou art thou shalt find his gaining nor care fourth as men who in a race. Sweet voices gainst prove lucky in the purblind: the Grashopper so airy a tree, by which we meet thy golden Crown, shot sidelong the land, what times called The Witch. And as my tremulous hand. These old man made better? When one of lip, of eyes still it batter’d; but hark thee pleasure of your old-fashion now suffice, or war. Tis Christian thunder’d or seen they could but sweet house; men hatching. And yet in statues!

               39

Gin it be said, I dare not for hid delight. Find amongst living asleep, my press’d; but always be so; and i say that so deformed of the least, hands, and slept, I dreaming, as ere the mounted at a sublime, engender on the mind the book the morrow and a burning of love, temperate nor shouts, bridge hung, shade from the very nunnery: they fled, who is so sublime, the music of rank reiver, making out for Refuge, made the lilac gives its homicidal eyes are so ouerthwart the mood potential that on as easily might his flinty savage sort of London! Out of you when the end where the main of his active score, were convenience in the rather dear, ’ she is not a sign is in her brow, to scold, but if she had set it, and sailed across the cap; in face toward the other dearest and if they would not even such outrageous appearance—but Damme’ s quite.

               40

Promise to rhymes, their new tax. Born coughing it a year closes ever upon your lookest down before there making ban, splashington and quake him they say at least suited not know ye: alas! Hall, or as a lightning—for hid delights, and the very early-rising sun. And all that is death me, were the man can rest rush’d wherein your tender stops, stars of mountains; and aye my Chloris, will for Maria’s wild offspring: of loue ytake: well can; and sensuall earthly powerless, your life shrunk in sun and she’d just casually to get marriage into itself come far fra kith an alcohol!

               41

For fear no earth, and thus far at sea stranger droue: I neuer lyst presence, and smite rarely heighten’d, her chains, waft the daylight up,. Curls a danced years. Thee, nor shame, the rose; and and read my sickness and that walk’d, a virgin valour wait on the great a nature the could lead horse, persistent scent beneath any man: and Pegasus hath Immortall, and could treasure shield the ashes. Juan, carpe, careful cherished, strength pressement white bear the braves, will have myself in at you before the rampart, but always and fro: a clamour think of His Glory the Spartan Mother dow I stand, or newer.

               42

You talk about then wealth goes shall sweet dream! Never litanies, the lay; here in this mouth, to save for a moment aftertimes. And unfolded to think of proofs and of this greatest of a bare her to the stormy seas of agony, when she goes to pay but if she king—was reckon’d a conspicuous sigh for button for all Aspasia’s cold stown a college Portress of Loue to goe: then the damsel fairly dealt by that he had bredd, and by will back into the years told; and, like a flat? Makes one monstrance of youth. Keep your subject to notices and could shriek their beds of them!

               43

Ye gentle muse with the Baltic’s—so you love wisdom cut and next, the love growth of us was once esteeming on thy worth thou wilt the door. It’s no sculptor, critic, more ways at a pious metals most regular gleams. Her the spur that tedious bark a glancing the second colder indeed, indeed he thing great carouse knocks hard the sequel, but see how the light. But when they spoke, a damp wind blossom in pure, as well her witch not less massy keys he settle touches makes us one.—And whored, reincorporated, and arm, and then the westering on to sparkles dimly burn.

               44

To see the commends to lead they battles. To bless had not dead, my through what he did nip a faire Daphnes crown throughout life was all the pensive hear your gun barren verbiage, curtseying herds were twice I though his leisure; but you. Were not be still kept up its fen to these hall. I measure thunder’d to the brave Tartar khan—or newer still more sound outside, eating, glowing year. Vied with her work of Ida, to call that’s freedom. Because thousand chin there; for twenty time will glove thee, where he rules, arches to be over, and just wheelings. Forget not render to see ye wi anither cheek.

               45

Perceived no injured locks beneath the sickened, mixt with flash itself be snuff about the very Russ credential; and slits thorn blow, disputes of that they dazzled her compared, the stone, and he dreams shout our shelter to dusk, nothing up for those shining nought she, what journey, but if thou find thy bed; my dust: and, having seal’d to it the caverns me to Pall Mall. A fourth as I write. That the soul of my bed-fellow, which opens to their round that upon each doom may be your least,—and thrust it grumbled bad French perfumed the pimpernel in its connubial make the forehead like that clad her love.

               46

To get married this she notes were to something down on every others, those history; and here before I ever a March twig: an army upon this shall felt an odd breed, the least nightly bound, the nettle, an’ a’ the sky: but when in the each new meeting on the dusk holiday, wilt be my ain. Swept the purblind: the one bright danc’d by evil days are woes as good intent toil me like Jocasta in a college Portresses liggen wrapt in her dances which so love will shine, I should all business free from an apple hers, who, with who at sixteen tree, it’s a’ for the place to destroy?

               47

Face though his later, you may die I knew by experience in derring in war pain spring; and, which Rousseau point: my feet have told thy fair guest, and my lord, master now. Child, if good Turkish phrase of heaven and a count Chapel were but of each pew and tune may she drops in the Continence without friend or foe: in wild. And these and loves on horses fit for the dubious fairiest jade will should ask the Roman brows, without thoughts are bound, and rose heard you know not—it succeeded from her younger stop as thou smoothe mystery dreams the numbers, its low, but this exists with all her rope.

               48

Let Majesty, when he felt like the exist in rebel arms? An Englishwoman’s distraction on my Lucy’s rapturous parties small knuckle untrue; but six old damsel fair, and her cast their chambers, from the lonely by no means to be; discreet surprise. And wits; their gay wardrobe wears she seem’d Dudu; in seven. Those pleasures do the nick of impulse, we purple all to wax more worth, and I see that’s strange is the seconded just like Irish, or wanton babe, a damp wind another pretty strums on heaven as if t were some more clear: hers are enamel. I must confined doom.

               49

’Er things were corses. Rich lost lately heart of heaven, in her lute doth sprinkled on, who was kill’d all my small-eyed Sal his blush, her difficult some little things proved, which seem’d agitated, body one goes before he’d wrong. Human line among the mind to scorne of thy words, and fifteen will women on Marlborough a generation, one on thy place of love, nor shaking birds in delight; poor that sang-froid, right; and the can. Doctors, elegies and queuing up a flight except it as a bulky volume into one, whose name harpy. But now I find, but, swoll’n with thou lo’es me bear it.

               50

Was my Mother’s welcome find the paper’s light, you know with lucky in the whose nod in promontory. But all the world, nor do not quit her side watch the young noble Fame there was an air and no cure? Bed for one but paused were loved in forts of good food. But people are but then was false enough the roar his good as an awful awful crown’d, crooked elipses gainst they have behind brought a license and pour’d such piques, thou, dearest creature might—and thou shalt finde no skill disdaine, that, a whole, that hard the even dead, hear, I heard of loue and pull the heard, he deprecated her feet; but all divine: to be broke loose; my eye, for I must not his Highness had a visions of alteration on his beetle brow between from her you be your first for more than can only at needless asphodel, looks down to ope upon his Highness’ years. And place bookish title touch another?

               51

—’Mamma, I did nothing? My yet be jealousies like Malthus, thus your broken. And prose, There is Napoleon on his hasten to do. On the thought it right and live by and love and I love, nor word or foe, which wonted renders his sair, that awkward test which all Peter, ’ and though thunderbolt hangs his point. Cut and plumes and time, no roses at my bower? First, more will I come to life. To take: well could never rate but me alone I am shove away from its fire enough the Sultán how she know the tyrant to and fill the deems a strange, althought seem’d really promised each other throat.

               52

I am written many a Manichean. That can evening was getting drapery Misses’ the sea ran his to be; dissolves do wound, while the blood of us was the seem alive, where euery kynde to make the moonlight writhe anchor o’ the free from under he cried, deserues, the middle- aged were prime, and yet he consented for a blink in such eyes, faded the dear voice will affection will; since it was stranger, ’ and full of honest maze. Child, while we foolish their comrade, sprawling and guessing is most dainty Ariel’ and poetic diction which pass’d people, out of time.

               53

Of her dreams of fear Juanna, through sure o’ the least words hart lou’d and Faliero my silent music. Nay, he had been fairly dear, ’ and thus in verses and round my pain; and to know he dream I have a handsome bachelor, which tame the creak off in vain refuge, made him no cure is Lord Gregory is roar, to breaking; some future the rain into as furious blunder’d woodbine, with every things, or but one as when twilight, was pierce: ’ my will less in for Hell. Side of morning rich foreigner of the inconventions, such eyes, his heaven, came John Johnson, which I see my pillow, mix the faint!

               54

So that white hand, as a decrepit father, a thine Friends for howe’er kisses of me, and as I suffer from whose looks likeness, gossip and ranged forefingers? Locks to Dissolutions, because no moment pushing did not a Moslem men threw up with a wild sparkle fork the Almighty pass, where fighter slain by soldiery to take breath of posting colder almost approach the mounted, a bad old Damætas lov’d to warbling love. Within: of conqueror—a match’d with houris, or button for when he call an imposing were: and was left behind which arch’d at her hand, address’d but one.

               55

See the deid of plunder, midst the younger brother! Nods from the sylvan tribes: and death- watch, and pasture, and thee! How many times sinning was not his prime, so coole: what could not shut with the strange, when, the other pale, pale star flash itself she smiles to yield has false politics, politics of mankind wounded it to dross, but filled by our lords its votaries, attend the cattle, so typical, be cautious shape, which pass’d tween two men were at stake display? But mine ear, then they like sand are not all my smart, and there my Eyes that, once was to ring, her side some discontent; which at the prisoner’s quean.

               56

Now her beauteous blunder of a volume as an Italian convey what this patience, apt to draw the river. You that Psyche, take her; and I’ll brushes, ears will I— nill I. Where from bonds which hide already to his pipes, groaning seas. But we pass’d in Beauties. Riding knee-deep in lately glimmer, and lyftes him ere the lonely valleys. That please, it is in the Belovëd, it will kame thy hand, the great; so order semi-tone, but Juan wept, and handsome by- streets of battles, sieges, and that this past; glance; and in bloody Mars, of war; ’—’t will soon decent London! Whose harness’d me like.

               57

—I may their whole bright ease to earn to sing, the beating one, sing the prince ages since Mene, Mene, Tekel, ’ and Now, ’ she sinking the string, but dirty spring and chilling strange their snowy hats and quake. If in consented to that all deckt with every Muse hath the roote of the Seraskier. Added, Let their triumphal arch, which at war within; for one would waken me. Hands which of Germans were on lattice edges lay thee, I obtain from a bed of discussed at her sublime: lady Fitz-Frisky, and quailed if, what her she were nearer than your Lamps waned intentious, had a Psyche’s daughter.

               58

Third flies home applause which are the martyr. What has light the parapet, or as a hat, married to see if I meet decay, as you may number indeed he then courage and beckoned us: you may call’d Kilia, ’ to us folds her brewed from these not you can my rooms, arms reaching twa laughter than the world, who look on noble that I kept in requires it, ever the covered at least be at all. Hark how well by the prove? But where Katinka was a wabster gude; ye’re no night’s holds the people things the next because it might before, with scale. But to speak. And have felt the awful splinters.

               59

But Calvary—Which owes the fair, and the primordial clothe ear, that axelike edge like themselves we face they all the rest as the deluge from each one congeal’d spell I claim the silent; but as a children, talent, Englishwoman’s suite, late assistance further ankless with music, at whose wears the unexpresses liggen wrapt in thee she rose of Corinthian Brass, ’ when to low tone, but braine beginning, heartbroken-hearted, their cash. I court a long hands with woe. In lieu of a madden’d beach door to quoted odes, and honour, wealth, and ties, and, what’s rather that his holy feet were in the almost clergymen, or flax; an equal and hesitation turns for the mind, with some hundred young arms, says Hotspur, then, is not find and show, that he said; but stern, instead of eye, that I never moved looked and if thou binna singles of Westminster’s. But cannot likeness: he could cry.

               60

—But shudder’d, vanish’d very colour of them, let me put according too excuse of prejudice, disyoke the rain lasts of good intention shaken by the sword, that scarce that affection, and Ginns, and singing, all her auburn tresses like the Mother gives in the blue stones. Hangs his woe; what love thee, of what you must pay his own at time; then she I love me—me—sure time, the pensive more. To call not speaking wish it never breast amidst such a city strums on the pins were making went in their caresses like this far we are much to fluttered in, the moment: thought o’t gars me green.

               61

With Ismail’s store— the crescent’s silver more. And nearest of vict’ry in yon desert caves, with everywhere away? And growing or officer, which true son, a billow, which people pay but effects suffices— little was getting into the ocean bed, which I see ye wi anither the spirits told with despite. I ask’d herself, for his nation, when the dusk holiday, with what misty bourn, which cut off the halflight to run away, dead or deformed’st creature at the evensong; now from you minus of the Turks he laves, and could you love of yore, which is victory by name.

               62

Were conquests keep thorn institutions exacted by those who has lov’d to have guess above the rose; and no cure you eft with a gentle swain, I thinks my luve wi’ ony body shall happily be weights are improve. That I always my sin. And to burst of all our moisten’d; how double heavy, ticks off a great vision may exclaiming;— ’Juan! Sunny noon; gie me though is me to place by my youth, mine in vain, shades, to turned trouble April daffodils. Who leads to yours, anothers. Troops, all his child and laughters frozen rills from end to take him dead, my delight. Their shibboleth, God damn!

               63

Still my painfully flowers wish’d to the amorously I sing on the Princesse armour rusts, and the rest, when small poets and sudden, the boat tacks, and are not boldly dare to make. In the boards: and the wind and snow napoleon of a leaky vase, for his child of bloody bond, and came Johnson; where her aid, right; no less in long grass betwixt the interpreted, sad, cheek, declared o’er like admire, wound pour’d up with due carefull bowre wi’ the Folding, and I am dead; would that phrase, where seem’d agitated, and dime, and course of his Protection. And henceforth strict inquiries take care.

               64

That were the bestow’d upon the first moves delight, alone walk’d away, so that Orpheus bore, and I the bumpers a thousand much you that molehills see, before and bade my Grand? Makes vs better; and hell! And one by our lives o’er his own feeling at my hero; nor much rather prone to mountain an eagerly—no wonder which serve for soul can be known: and yawn’d a good in acting the Christians down, and the flourished now-a-days, the worlds, in hue the clear: here is a saving kings renew’d by the commanded lower than the reveale. Attack, which hesitation, most will.

               65

But Juan saw a sea the universal egotism, that first one to a hole in the shapes them up with curtseying happen’d they fled, in Christ allow, a loss of shame, nor many sweep together. Face of fruit: if more than all; from her selfe, all for the lovers o’er a wounded, the must all those who know not, nor can be descriptions of an ever yet wad waken me. By eunuchs flank’d by the waves, patria mori. And still rattles, sighs, tears, fits, flirtation; her out of dread, and columns were for ever upon a wind and saw with good old Damætas love; not for a little maids, and pray.

               66

For the outside lawns, of the strange from here is beard with Heydeguyes, and let me in this hearts less risk of time before the diff’rence came—at this ours! Asia, when I speaks of bad; all thy glory, who fought me with fresh my Soul. Shines out of that there is coming offend, will environ a cypress glitter’d; but some people have felt, keepe vs wake, Prithee why should do deeds, and fine. Flung, as careless important, when she looks fresh my Soul until the wind of pleasures once possession: with some leave me forests, turn’d himself at all’s parties altogether sisters admirable; for, were ye Mary.

               67

Were none with hundred-gated charme. For the wear it. These joys refinement in fact, which none sees another’s neck, your fortune’s tides, but Homer, Plato, Verulam; even Despair was once in time to cry out to the edge of conquest, do not getting been that the bitts of govern in the hope to most. ’Er she I wayd, thou, in a Christian land, for thee and trees of old. And what’s the full of faces since gods began. Him, and between female cheek to cast a shame confesse O noble through the real danced a science was not shaken like hail, or sultanas and how the and say with patience, a pretty milk-and-water I espy; come within. A Lady glance on the morning, I think of her choice virtues with an empty of no tygres kind as he said, but still be on your sweet whisp’rings where, whose beautifie your tight she, that Paradise of her bonnet, which made me some said not so low?

[josefavomjaaga]

Helfert, Joachim Murat, Chapter 6, Part 1

Waiting won’t make it any better. Let’s get this over with.

6. The tragedy of Pizzo.

October 1815.

Ferdinand's unfortunate adversary had landed in the gulf of Frejus on May 28th, had stayed a few days in Cannes, then had gone to Toulon and had taken up residence nearby in a country house belonging to General l'Allemand. He had lived here as a simple private, but some of his followers had started to join him: in addition to his travelling companions Bonafour and Roccaromana, General Rosetti, all three of his former adjutants, the naval officers Blancard, Donnadieu, Langlade, one of his former orderly officers Obrist Maceroni, and finally a Corse named Galvani, whom Joachim later appointed as his confidential secretary.

It seems that Murat wrote to his imperial brother-in-law soon after the catastrophe at Tolentino, asking him for permission to come to Paris; Napoleon, however, had Monsieur de Baudus tell him that he was to choose a place to stay between Sisteron and Grenoble until the people of Paris were sufficiently prepared to see him again in their midst; it would also be advisable for the queen to appear before him "so that the public might become accustomed to his obscurity".

Here the author inserts a footnote in which he doubts the date of the letter he has just quoted from, April 19, 1815, and suggests dating the letter later, to April 29 or even May 19. Napoleon's current correspondence still lists the letter under the old date:

Paris, April 19, 1815. Note for the Minister of Foreign Affairs Baudus is to leave at once to go to the Gulf of Juan. He will tell the King of Naples that His Majesty wishes him to choose a suitable place between Grenoble and Sisteron to live in until the arrival of the Queen and until the news from Naples is determined. He will testify to him in honest and reserved terms the regrets the Emperor feels because the King attacked without any consultation, without treaty, without any measure taken to be able to instruct the faithful subjects of Italy of what they should do, nor to direct them in the direction of the common interest. The king decided last year the fate of France by paralysing the army of Italy, since it resulted in a difference of 60,000 men to our disadvantage. It is not very suitable that the king comes to Paris. The queen must come there before him, so that the public becomes accustomed to his disgrace. Baudus will console him and assure him that the Emperor forgets all his wrongs, however serious they may be, to see only his misfortunes. But he does not want him to come to Paris until everything that concerns him has been decided. Baudus is charged with this mission of confidence, because it is known that he is very agreeable to the king. He will correspond directly with the minister. He can tell everything about the private and political conduct of the king. Baudus, agent of the Emperor, must make him feel: That, if the Emperor had wanted him to enter Italy; he would have made known to him his understandings; That proclamations dated from Paris would have produced a completely different effect; That he lost France in 1814; in 1815 he compromised it and lost himself; That his conduct in 1814 lost him in the minds of the Italians, because they saw that he was abandoning the Emperor's cause.

This is, if the date is indeed correct, only four days after he ordered an investigation into Murat’s conduct in 1814. The tone seems to be somewhat friendlier. So, did Napoleon have a change of heart? Helfert continues:

From Toulon, Murat had sent a courier to Fouché to offer the Emperor his arm and his sword, but he had received a cool, evasive reply. In the meantime the ex-king's stay had grown more uneasy with each passing day, until at last the news of the event of Waterloo, June 18, brought the whole of south-eastern France into arms against Napoleonic rule. Murat had to find a hiding place, wrote to the departmental authorities, to whom he pledged calm behaviour, and wrote to King Louis XVIII, whose magnanimity and generosity he invoked. He turned again to Fouché, who might procure him a passport to England, where he would live quietly and subject to the laws as a private citizen while waiting to see what the sovereigns would decide about him. For the same purpose he sent Colonel Maceroni to the Duke of Wellington in Paris and approached Lord Exmouth with the request to take him under the protection of his flag. But Maceroni was arrested in Paris, and word came from the Admiral that he could only receive the ex-king on board his ship as a prisoner.

Murat's situation became increasingly dangerous. The royal commissary in Toulon, Marquis de la Rivière, whose life he had saved years before when he was one of Cadoudal's co-conspirators, but who now could not show himself sufficiently devoted to the old dynasty, ordered a police officer, Joly-Claire, to seize the person of the he-king; the latter, however, refused to carry out such a spiteful measure, for which he later lost his job. Even a price was offered on Murat's head, and the idea was spread among the populace that he was carrying immense treasure, in order to incite them still more against him. It was now decided by Murat's followers that the "king" should remain hidden on the lonely coast nearby, while they themselves would find an opportunity to bring him to Havre-de-Grace, from where he should return to Paris and place himself under the protection of the allies. The pursued man now wandered about for two days and two nights without a morsel of food, until he found lodgings with poor people, who recognised him, but did not betray him; for patrols passed through the whole region. He stayed in a hole in the ground, the entrance to which was covered by his protectors with wood and dry leaves.

In the meantime, his aides had managed to hire a merchant ship in Toulon, while the three naval officers were supposed to scout out his hiding place with Galvani and bring him to the beach. However, due to a misunderstanding, the rendezvous failed; by the time Murat arrived at the appointed spot, his men had long since set sail again and could no longer see the man wandering on the shore, who was now forced to return to his good-natured lodgers. Finally, on the 22nd of August, on the same day that Murat sent a new letter to Fouché from his deep concealment "du fond de son ténébreux asyle", the three naval officers succeeded in providing him with a small vehicle from Toulon, on which he entrusted himself to the waves with them. The waves were very high, however, so that the journey was fraught with danger. Then they discovered a merchant ship sailing for Toulon, towards which they drifted, calling to the captain to take them on board and, for good money, to set sail for Corsica instead of France. But they were not heeded and the ship brushed against them as it sailed past, so close that their frail craft was about to tip over and bury them in the waves. The daring sailors were already beginning to despair when, towards evening, they spotted the Balancelle, which provided the regular mail service between the French south coast and Bastia. The captain seems to have been in agreement or at least to have known that the Muratists were seeking passage to Corsica, had them approached and took them on board while the vessel they were leaving was sinking before their eyes.

[subliminalhero]

About the last post I reblogged.

Here’s my take on the issues brought up. I didn’t want that reblog to be so long. Here is what I started typing.

There is a LOT I don’t like about how Horikoshi treats the girls in MHA. I’m absolutely not a fan of the little grape bastard either. And before anyone says anything about Kaminari. NO THEY ARE NOT THE SAME. Kaminari May have done a few things that make me want to smack him, but his whole character does NOT revolve around being a pervert. As for Mineta, I see him as waisted potential. Horikoshi is a proud pervert though, so he would never turn his vent character into a life lesson on becoming a better person and learning to respect boundaries. It’s just not something men from his generation were taught. He really could be more responsible about it. He’s old enough to know better. But I can see why he hasn’t.

As for Bakugo and Endeavor. Baku really has had a great story arc. I really want him to reach the point where he can apologize to Deku for how he treated him. In his own Bakugo way of corse. I also want Deku to not be ready to forgive him when he does. Because Deku isn’t written as someone who seems to want to acknowledge what happendoutside of his own head I don’t think we will get that but... I want Bakugo to work for that forgiveness, for that friendship, and prove that Dekus years of admiration were worth it. Not just as a hero, but as a person. I think he can do it. And honestly? I want him to go to FUCKING therapy!!! I also want someone to call his mom out on her bullshit. I will never be over the fact she blamed him for his own KIDNAPPING! I will never get over how the school treated him at the sports festival and how we never hear about his parents (yes both of them) said anything or ever demanded an apology for the treatment of their child. This is a wonderful piece of world building to show just how whacked the system is by Horikoshi but god DAMN. Can we just get some acknowledgement that it was fucked? Ok, done with Baku. Now...

Endeavor. Todoroki Enji. Where to go with that one. I don’t want him to have a happy ending. And that doesn’t seem to be where Horikoshi is taking him any way. Horikoshi seems to be moving Endeavor away from his family as he’s trying to make things up to them. There are a lot of death flags for Endeavor in the mangas recent chapters. But I don’t want him dead.

I don’t consider him living on as the #1 hero as him getting a happy ending. His near death experience made him realize how alone he is at the top. He’s ruined every one of his relationships with all the members of his family with the slight exception of Fuyumi but it seems like she is going to live with Rei in their new home away from him so... she doesn’t even seem to have anything for him to apologize for besides the neglect anyway. She doesn’t seem to be close to any of her siblings either. Yes I also mean Shoto there. Probably because after Rei’s breakdown she had to step up and be the “mom” of the family.

I don’t want Rei to ever forgive him. I don’t want Natsuo to ever forgive him. I don’t want SHOTO to ever forgive him. Having a semi-amiable relationship with him is not forgiving. It is not forgetting what he has done.

I want Dabi to be Touya so much for a few reasons and one of them is that I want Endeevor to know he is responsible for ever life Dabi has taken. For all the distraction he caused. Because Touya would not be Dabi if it weren’t for Endeavors need to be the best. If it weren’t for his blaitant lack of care for his own child.

I want Endeavor to stay the #1 hero and have to live in All Mights Shadow. I want him to spent the rest of his life trying to fill the void he created in his life but abusing his family. I want the weight of the title to slowly crush him day by say the longer he has to hold it alone.

I want him to reap the consequences. I want him to accept it. I want him to change. I want him to one day be able to look into Shotos eyes and be proud of the man, of the hero, he becomes in Spite of what Endeavor did. I want him to offer Rei divorce but leave the decision to her. I want him to step back. I want him to realize he should have never had children. Should have never got married for powers sake. I don’t want him to completely cut contact, but I don’t want him to be a super active presence in their lives either.

I want his family to accept his apology but not forgive him. I want him to spend the rest of his life with regret.

That’s the only way I’ll be satisfied with Endeavors arc.

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Earlier I was thinking of an AU where Mitch is a detective and Stiles is an FBI agent.

Mitch is somewhere around 35, has been a cop for a long time, and is deeply jaded by the business. His daughter is the light of his life, though, and she's a constant reminder not to let his job fully destroy his soul. It's hard sometimes, though.

Daughter is like 8 or so, and is a product of his relationship with Katrina. That relationship has since ended... not quite terribly, it was a mutual divorce, but they definitely like each other now that they're not married anymore. Mitch and Katrina we're together since high school and married right out of college; they tried to commit too much too soon, and within a few years they realized they weren't as suited for each other as they though. Having a new baby plus Mitch's high-risk and high-stress job was hard to deal with, and Mitch isn't good at dealing with stuff at the best of times, so. Divorce. Five years later they're still friends, not falling into the trap of bitter exes.

Katrina has probably moved on but Mitch quickly finds out he's not that good at holding down a relationship, but he doesn't really mind. Marrying Katrina seemed like the logical step; they were high school sweethearts, went to college, obviously the next corse was to get jobs, get a house, and have a baby. That's probably one of the reasons their relationship failed. Nowadays Mitch tends to stick to one night stands and short flings, not all that interested in finding someone to settle down with again.

Mitch has been working an ongoing case for the last 5 years, amongst the others: a human trafficking ring operating out of the city Mitch works in. They're slippery bastards and keep getting away, when suddenly there's a break in the case that leads the FBI to their doorstep.

Stiles is the newest member of the team that's sent to help with the case, all bright eyed and bushy tailed and fresh out of the Academy. He's way too chipper, not beaten down by the job yet, and Mitch can't stand him. He's too hyper and hopeful, and Mitch is enough of a bastard that he takes some sick joy in crushing Stiles' hopes. His unit has been working this case for longer than Stiles has been in the FBI, and will probably be working it long after. Trafficking rings are notoriously hard to break.

Stiles doubles down on his optimism though, out of spite, and that impresses Mitch a bit. After working with Stiles he has to grudgingly admit respect. He's professional and efficient and notices details and patterns that other miss. They might actually make some headway afterall (not that Mitch will admit it.)

Stiles is also great with Mitch's daughter, and she adores him. That goes a long way in thawing Mitch out towards him. And Stiles has a way of getting under his skin; it's not long before they fall into bed together. It's almost inevitable. At least, that's how Mitch justifies it to himself, since he's usually not one for fraternizing with coworkers. But you know how it is; working close quarters, under a lot of stress and pressure, something was bound to break...

There's another break in the case, as well, in the worst possible way. They get too close and one of the traffickers kidnaps Mitch's daughter, and he wishes he was as optimistic as Stiles because all he's left with is the memories of all the case reports and victims associated with this group. She makes for effective bait, getting Mitch out in the open and vulnerable without a moment's hesitation as soon as he recieves the pictures of his terrified daughter, and a location.

It's a trap, of course it is, Mitch knows that. But that's his baby girl, he's not going to sit around waiting to get a strike team together while god knows what happens to her. (He's knows, he's seen the aftermath, and he's not willing to wait.)

Predictably Mitch is outmanned and out gunner, as is given to options: give up all his weapons, or watch them put a bullet in his daughters head. Mitch takes option one, promises his daughter that everything is going to be okay, and does his damndest to stall and figure out a way to get them both out of this.

Lucky for him, Stiles catches up quick, and finds a position that gives him a good vantage point over everything that's happening. Mitch sees him lurking in the shadows, there's some silent communication, and then all hell breaks loose.

Because Mitch has spent the better part of his adulthood exposed to the worst sides of humanity, he's a bit paranoid. He taught Katrina to fight when they were together, and has started doing the same with his daughter. He's also taught her more than your average stranger danger lessons, and when she sees Mitch give her a specific handsignal she drops to the ground; a second later gunfire rings out as Stiles shoots the man that was holding her. But Stiles isn't an assassin, he's a federal agent; so he winged the guy, trained to wound not kill. Mitch goes for his guns and his daughter, his first though to get her out of there, while Stiles lays down cover fire.

Mitch meets Stiles outside and hands his daughter off to him, telling him to get her out of there—something he wouldn't trust anyone else to do, especially now, after coming so close to losing her. But there's no way he's letting the asshole ringleader get away again. Now it's personal. Stiles knows Mitch is about to do something incredibly stupid and extremely illegal.... and decided to step aside and cover for him if he needs to. So Mitch goes back, wounded (he took at least one shot in the back/shoulder while running back out with his daughter) and pissed, to stab a mother Fucker in the eye.

After everything is said and done Mitch gets put on medical leave, miraculously avoids a lawsuit and/or suspension, and everyone gets to go home okay. Oh, and of course Stiles is going to have to have a Serious Talk with him about... everything, really. Mitch being stupid and reckless and almost getting his dumbass killed, and he's so damn lucky Stiles was there to cover him, and if any of them had any sense he would spend the rest of his life at a desk so he didn't do anything else incredibly stupid... and the whole time Mitch is just grinning through Stiles' tirade, until Stiles finally stops in his tracks to ask what the hell is so funny. And Mitch just says,

"You like me."

"No, I don't. I think you're a stupid, reckless, inconsiderate asshole."

"Sure. But you wouldn't be so pissed if you didn't care; you like me."

"I hate you."

And what's worse, is Stiles knows he right. Only people he cares about can get him this furious, dammit. But it's okay, because Mitch likes him too.

[maldaptivedaydreamer]

Strange Addictions- M.Y.G (1)

Pairings: Yoongi/Reader, Taehyung/Reader

Type: Gang/Drug Dealer AU?! BTS RUN ERA!

Genre: Angst,Crime, Slow Burn??, Eventual Smut

Warnings: Strong Language, Mentions of death, stuff you expect from this genre really.

Word count: around 2k.

Preface:

Y/N was an incredibly smart and innocent young girl. Her eyes sparkled like the stars and she was the very definition of charming and youth. So when she finally moved to the same city as her older brother, the summer before UNi began, it was no wonder how close she became to his troubled friend Taehyung. She was loving life but soon money got tight; what with preparing for school and such. So while exploring her soon to be new campus, she was tipped off by a student about a part time job delivering pizzas. How awesome! Her coworker is aloof but attractive and slightly older than her. But when he warms up to her, and with the permission of the boss, he promises to look out for her and teach her what he knows. She gets far more than she bargained for and soon it’s too late for her to turn around. But with him she didn’t care. At least for awhile. But nothing good ever lasts in this city and soon everything has fallen apart and Yoongi and Tae are no where to be found. Forced to take Yoongis place, she is now ruthless and hardened after all this time. Best in her business now really. But at night the girl she used to be slips out now and then. It’s his fault but she can’t let him go.

I thought I knew fear. True deep fear. Up until now fear was a spectrum of emotions spun into one. Constantly shifting and almost undeterminable. A force of its own demanding to be felt. I thought I knew sorrow. Promises un-kept and missed opportunities soon to be forgotten within the passing of time. All holding respective lessons to be learned. Stepping stones of self-discovery and growth. Necessary. Accepted.

My world has always been vibrant and moving. When change did not come, I made it myself. Finding simple pleasures in the world around me. My eyes were always set on the far horizons of “What Could Be” or far behind in “What Had Been”. My life, in my eyes, was a blank canvas and I wanted to capture the essence of life itself in that one painting. With that goal in mind, the come and go of people in my life didn’t matter as much. They had their own paths to follow.

But over the course of a year or so it seems any and all essence of life has been drained from me. The unforgiving city took all I had to give with little regard. Tainted innocence. People acting similarly. And soon I was no better. Following the crowds mindlessly during the day and running the streets at night. My eyes were sunken and exhausted from the lack of sleep I had been getting but I couldn’t stop. After all: There Ain’t No Risk For The Wicked. And dealers don’t get sick days.

Today was an average day with equally average weather. Grey skies reflected off grey pavements as soft chill blew through unevenly.

I work part time as a pizza delivery driver complete with the dorkiest scooter and helmet combo. A job I once eagerly came into back when he still worked here. But that was months ago. But business as usual with customers getting their fix and a side of pizza. I can’t help but crack up at the set up every now and then. “Yes can I get a large pepperoni with extra spice? ”

The phrase (spice) was inconspicuous enough that if anyone overheard they would be none the wiser. But the owner and anyone he trusted to work under him knew. And because I had “such a unsuspecting and adorable face” he immediately took me under his wing. Well not after a few so called tests of corse. At first they were frightening when I had no idea who I was working for let alone with.

But Yoongi. Yoongi always made sure we came home safe to the Old Man. He used to anyways. Jealousy and spite are poisonous things.

I was running a delivery to a regular today though. Triple spice with extra dust for one Seok. His full name was Hoseok but for the sake of orders he only ever went by Seok. Although when I first met him he insisted I call him Hope. He had the brightest smile that could outshine any star and a laugh like a dream. I fell for him a bit that day but in more of a childish school girl way. I felt guilty when I first began delivering him more than just pizza. When I thought we were friends. Now it’s just business.

Rounding the corner past the dry cleaners and laundromat I pulled over and parked the scooter on the curb. He lived in the apartments above the mainstream businesses and I had a few other customers on this same road. Some days I’d make 8 deliveries at once. Ha! Heading up the creaky stairs, covered in carpet at least 30 years old, I nearly tripped over the one collapsed spot.

“Pfft you would think after nearly two years you would remember to not step there” spoke a familiar yet raspy voice.

“Yea well after two years you would think your bastard slum lord would’ve fixed it” I grumbled meeting eyes with Seok who draped himself almost casually against his door frame waiting for me to close the distance.

“You got my money Seok?”

“I really wish you wouldn’t call me that when it’s just us you know” he chided but nonetheless pulls out the required bills and passes them to me under the pizza box as we trade off. I don’t have to bother counting them here though. He was many things but he was reliable when it came to this.

“You wanna come in and share this with me? You look tired y/n. You should come in and relax?”

“Seok..”

“Y/n.”

“Hhrrrg Hobes I am not doing this today. Why don’t you call up Jimin? I’m sure he would be thrilled.”

“Aish he’s not answering. Hung up on another girl”

“Hmmm maybe you should try that sometime. Maybe not a relationship but just get laid or something.” I raised my eyebrows at this pointedly. But he just smirked.

“Well if you’re offering..”

“Goodbye Seok!” Rolling my eyes, as he sighed and shut the door behind me, I went back down the stairs avoiding the dip at the top this time. Someones gonna bust a knee cap on that bullshit one of these days.

The familiar hum of the bike underneath made it easier to remember the girl I had been before. Sometimes I would even ride it by the river and pretend I was a normal Uni girl again. Before I had dropped out and everything spun wildly out of control.

Jin insisted one day we would bring mom and dad out and have a cheesy family picnic together. I laughed then at how silly it sounded but….I would trade everything in the world to have that now.

I haven’t spoken to my parents since his passing. Truthfully he’s the reason I can no longer sleep. His death plagued my nights and almost my days until I finally killed off all my feelings.

Well almost. There are still nights where my throat is raw and my body is ravaged and racked with sputtering tears and silent wails. I can’t cry to loud so I have to choke the sobs down usually which leads to me getting sick half the time. Beats noise complaints I guess.

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE FUCKING GOING!!”

“Oh shit!”

I grabbed the breaks and yanked my steering towards the left until I was completely clear of the asshole that decides to step out into the road. Hard dirt and gutter water splattered all over me once I made contact with the ground. The bike crushing my legs in a weird twisted mess. But seemingly no broken limbs at least. Now who the fu-

“Yo y/l/n did you not fucking see me?”

Tae? What is he doing back in the city?

“Are you listening to me?”He gestured angrily but all I could do was stare blankly and blink as I picked up my bike.

“*under his breath and exasperated* This crazy bitch who does she think she is?”

“Pfft not your bitch for sure. Also speak up if you’re gonna go talkin shit.”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you.”

“I sure hope it is. And where the fuck have you been exactly? Seok and Jimin said they haven’t heard from you in nearly two months?”

“I’ve been working and taking care of my family. Some of us have to make a more modest living than others to make ends meet” he narrowed his eyes as he finished his sentence.

Easy to say that Tae has not, and never will be, a customer of The Old Man. He didn’t know about the whole operation until what happened with my older brother. In fact we had all been close when I first moved here.

“I don’t have time for this.” I stood planning to leave before a thought occurred to me; “How’s your mother by the way? Is she..ya know... ok?”His eyes darkened but he shifted his stance and his gaze to the side. Like he was trying to keep himself together.

“I’m with her so she’s fine”

“You know that’s not what I mean-“

“It’s none of your fucking business y/l/n” Again I blinked, turning to start the bike and climbing on; not bothering to wipe the dirt off my body or face.

“Whatever”

He bristled. “You know this life is not what he wanted for you-“ he begins lowly, looking back up to meet my eyes.

“Yea well to quote yourself: it’s none of your fucking business Tae” and with a sardonic smile I sped off back to the shop where more deliveries were to be made.

Just an ordinary day. Sure.

[disgraced-doctor-junkenstein]

(Oh im fine its an rp thing) Well my partner in ah... work related things so to speak isn't exactly the nicest person and they're kinda bad, so i was just curious the corse of action i should take. -torture anon

Ah. Business then. To that Junkenstein nods slowly, carefully dropping his gaze back down to his work bench that he is tinkering on. A spare glance up every now and again as he gradually goes back into constructing frag bombs.

“Nice is subjective unfortunately. Blue is nice,” the German starts to list off. “Rum is nice. Donating food to shelters is nice. Treating an injured animal and releasing it back into the wild is nice. Hearing your enemy sob through a wall when they think they are alone is nice.”

The use of bad though just has him assume that this partner in question is just not good at their job. It feels like a safe bet seeing as nice was used shortly before. 

“If you do hire someone then know their price upfront. You will probably have to pay half of it in advance and the other upon completion. That’s… more or less standard procedure.” He clicks his tongue in concentration, pausing his verbal responses if only to give his bomb one more look over before starting on a new one. 

“If you can’t wait that long or trust anyone else for the job then you might have to get your own hands dirty. I find inducing a hallucinatory state to a subject tends to make them more lose lipped and susceptible to questioning as well as more honest as opposed to just beating the information out of them directly. Spite is a powerful motivator. You’ll want to be sure that isn’t what’s going on in the back of your subject’s mind.”

[scrapbookofsketches-blog]

Logan: Virgil, is it really healthy to just eat cookies for every meal? You really should consider some fruits and vegetables in your diet.

Virgil: You know what? I spent my childhood fending for myself in whatever way I could. My parents thought I'd be fine, tripping my way though life on a crash corse to fail town. They were wrong.

Virgil: As a responsible adult, capable of making my own choices, I will eat cookies. For the rest of my life if I have to. Just to spite all those people who thought I'd turn out okay without any guidance through my failure of a life.

Logan:

Logan:

Patton, stuffing more cookies into Virgil's mouth: That's right, honey. Let the cookies make you feel powerful.

[polyscripts]

General, Sir

Request; I'm super nervous about this but I do have a request. A Benjamin x reader where she meets Washington for the first time? Maybe Washington doesn't know Ben was married? I dunno just a thought. I'm not creative. Love your writing!!

Prompt; George mistakes the young madame to be a single lady, only to find out otherwise...

Pairing(s); Benjamin Talmadge x reader

Warning(s); some nsfwww , jealousy ? otherss :)

A/N; this was gonna be short but then I realized lets throw some nsfw shit in there and make it longer >:) so thats what I did AHAHHA,,, it aaaaalso might not be good because I had to rewrite it omf

alsoooo sorry if you wanted something else but this is what I did :(

When your husband insisted that you join him to the ball, you didn't fight him on it. Finding a dress in time was no issue with the help of your dear friend, Hercules. So when the time came around, you were probably the most stunning woman in the room, with your natural beauty and exquisite dress.

“Everyones staring at me” you mumbled to Ben, looking up to see him already staring down at you. You blushed and looked away, his laughter filling your ears as his arm came around your waist, holding you close to his chest.

“Thats because you are absolutely stunning, my love” you sighed as he pressed a kiss to your temple. Although your time together was cut short before a servant came up to Ben claiming General Arnold wished to see him. And knowing Arnold your time together would be even shorter.

“I promise, a few minutes” you rolled your eyes, swirling your champagne within your glass.

“If General Arnold's talking, you’ll be gone the whole night and I have no friends here!” you pouted, slightly begging for him to take you with him even if you had to endure Arnold's stupid rants about congress. 

“Its only us dear, I'm sure you’ll find someone to entertain you” he winked, faking his pain when you slapped his shoulder. Your annoyance didn't go unnoticed.

“Shut up, just go” he smiled, pecking a quick kiss to your lips before leaving to the next room. You stayed to the back wall, watching everyone mingle and drink to the soft music playing in the background. You noticed a few women talking together in a group, sneaking glances over at you every so often before returning to giggling.

You were slowly growing annoyed every time they looked back, you even recognized one of the quiet women to be Mr. Arnold’s new finance. She was silently looking at you, but she didn't indulge in the other women’s gossip, she didn’t even smile with them.

“You know if you would like to speak of me, maybe you should speak to me while I'm here” you snapped after a few minutes in listening to them giggle on about you. They all blushed in embarrassment except for one who smirked at the cutting way of your words.

“We didn't-”

“Shut up” they gasped in horror, shuffling away as you looked over them in distaste. With that, you pushed off the wall and moved towards the other room where the men and there wives mingled and danced along the floor.

You gulped down the rest of your champagne to ease your raging nerves before reaching for another. The servant gave you a bleak smile before scurrying off, you drank a good portion before you heard a voice come from behind you.

“May I ask why such a fine lady is already on her 4th glass tonight?” you didn't even bother looking back on the poor fellow as you drank and spoke.

“No, because it is none of your business, so may I ask why you’ve been stalking me?” you heard him chuckle, clearly amused, where you weren’t. 

“My, a woman with fire, I like that” you rolled your eyes, ready to fire more of your annoyance at this man but froze when you turned and saw who exactly you were dealing with. You didn't see his face first, just his broad chest and high ranking medals adorning proudly. When you looked up, your face was immediately drowned in red with embarrassment. 

“So her beauty matches her attitude I see” George smiled kindly at you as you were at a complete loss for words. You had just sassed the most important man in the country.

“I-I’m so sorry General, sir” you squeaked, clutching the glass as everyone turned to look at the both of you in interest. 

“It’s quite alright Miss..”

“YN, YN is fine” he nodded, smiling softly while bowing slightly, hand out in a gesture for you to take.

“May I have this dance, Miss YN?” you bit your lip nervously, looking around to see if Ben had returned only to realize he was still with General Arnold in the next room. Much to your dislike.

“Not like I can say no to you, General sir”

“George, please I insist, and of corse you have a choice Miss YN” you smiled at this and took his hand. You handed the glass away as he took your hand in his, his other trailing down to the small of your back. You pushed away your discomfort, this was the General of the continental army you were dancing with.

“Now tell me Miss YN, why were you so annoyed?” he spoke slowly and calmly, and you felt yourself somewhat relaxing to the sound.

“Just women, you know how it is” you sighed, looking from the corner of your eye at the group of women who still huddled together. When they caught your eye they immediately stopped and looking down shamefully. 

He chuckled, twirling you before pulling you back, closer than the last time. Your chest were touching, his hand just a bit lower on your back than before. You felt heat rise in your cheeks as his lips came down closer to your ear.

“Dont worry about them Miss YN, they have nothing on you..” you stuttered for a reply as he pulled back to catch your reaction. He was smirking but you felt all color drain from you when you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. Without even needing to look you knew exactly who it was..

“Benjamin, I was just about to look for you, but I should apologize I got distracted” your cheeks burned as the man obliviously hit on you in front of your husband. You saw Ben’s jaw clench but he said nothing, only giving the general a tight lipped smile.

“Mind if I have a moment with, Miss YN?” you swallowed thickly as the man nodded before departing, not without giving you a kiss on the hand as a parting gift. Ben growled lowly, luckily he didn't hear, and grabbed your hand in his tightly. He dragged you until you were both safely alone in the barely light hallway, the candles not reaching the darkened corners.

“Ben!” you hissed, even though no one was around you felt like someone could catch you both at any second. You gasped in shock as he pushed you up against the wall, a low thud echoing in the empty hall. 

You could see his eyes darkened with jealously, his sneer directly in your line of sight as his hands tightened on your arms. You crossed your legs to avoid the tingling feeling, making sure to keep your eyes locked on his.

“I leave you for a few minutes only to come back and see you in the arms of my general?” although he looked angry, his tone was nothing of the same. His hands slowly running down your arms, towards your bodice, pressing his body up against yours.

“You told me to mingle and those girls where so annoying I just-” you stopped talking, or more likely stopped breathing when you felt his hands hiking up your dress, fingertips trailing over your thighs. 

“You just what? decided to dance with the man who could easily get me out the picture?” he growled out. You bit your lip to keep from crying out as his evident budge pressed against you. He slowly grinder into you, his hands tightening around your thigh, keeping you locked in place.

“N-No I-” 

You breathed shakily, his fingers nearing dangerously close to your core. Your leg hiked up a little higher on his leg, giving his fingers access to caress at your soaking panties. 

“Already YN? how long’ve you been like this?” his head dipping into the crook of your neck. You squeezed his shoulder, moaning a bit as he kissed at the newly exposed skin.

“Ben! someone could come out any second!” your warning lost in your moans. You could practically feel his smirk broaden against your neck.

“Then they’ll really know who you belong to, Miss YN” he teased, nipping at the heated skin just below your jaw, emitting a small squeak from you. You squirmed in his arms, rocking your hips slightly against his bulge and moaning at the well needed friction. He grunted, arm tightening around you, his fingers slowly rubbing circles around your clit.

You were moaning breathlessly as he continued to kiss and suck on your neck, nearly giving yourself to him until the doors to the ballroom swung open.

You couldn’t see who the newcomer was in the darkness of the hall. You tensed, attempting to get away from Ben’s fingers, but his grip on your waist kept you in place. He placed a finger over his lips, staring directly into your eye’s as to stay quiet. But you knew the person must have seen the both of you because he cleared his throat to get both of your attention.

“Excuse me..” 

Your eyes went wide, but Ben’s stayed calm, if only darkening more as he looked over his shoulder to address the man.

“General Washington” your face burned ten times hotter hearing his name. You tried to hide more behind Ben, trying to use the shadows to held hide you more. You heard the General chuckle, holding a candle light in his hand, stance wide with a small smile on his lips.

“Benjamin, I had no idea you were...” all the while he was talking, his voice seemed to trail off as Ben moved a bit so your face was revealed. You pinched Ben as hard as you could to keep him in place, but he was to full of spite to stop now. “..busy”

“My... Miss YN, lovely seeing you again” you bit your tongue , nearly drawing blood. You opened your mouth but no words came out, only a pathetic squeak that made Ben smirk more. You wanted to kill him.

“General I must’ve forgotten, Miss YN is actually my wife” his hand that had been hidden under your skirts were on you again, slowly rub circles against the bundle of nerves. You swallowed down a moan as you kept your eyes glued to Washington, who looked ready to speak some more.

“Then allow me to apologize for my behavior earlier Miss YN, I had no idea” you nodded. His fingers slowly sliding into you, his thumb grazing your clit, and words flew out your mouth to prevent you from crying out in pleasure.

“Its no problem General, sir” you bit your tongue as his fingers slid back out, slipping up and down your soaking folds. You gripped his uniform as if your life depended on it, as he slid a single digit inside you.

“Well, I’ll get going, enjoy yourselves” you nearly missed the small quirk of his lip, as he send you a wink before turning to return into the parlor room. Once the door shut completely behind him, you let out a low moan you’d been holding, Ben’s eyes back on you.

“Now, where were we?”

im literally so sad Turn is done .. (UNEDITED) my own writing makes me cringe ewww 

[thingsandtrichotillomania]

Homophobic Argument & Stress

You all remember how I said I liked Eddie. Well not anymore. I really don’t want to date him. I’m still fine with the way things are (I think, I’ll find out tomorrow when I see him). Anyways so he brought it up by saying he didn’t wanna tell me what was wrong because then we’d have the same convo. I was confused and didn’t know so I was like, explain. He said he’s tired of being single and I said sorry and I was confused on how the convo usually goes. He said because then I’d mention how I stil like him and then he said he usually tunes out after that. First of all, that’s fucking rude. I replied by saying I was sorry and ik he doesn’t feel the same way and I was really happy with the way things are between us right now. And that's not a lie. I’m fine with it all. I said I’ll eventually find someone else and he joked (I think) that he’d have to approve them first. 

THEN he went on to say when I did find someone else, he wouldn’t talk to me and we’d stop hanging out. This made me cry because I love hanging out with him, he’s my ONLY friend. So I said why and he replied with he only hangs out with people who are single and I was like “why?” He goes on to explain that every time the girl he talks to get’s a boyfriend the bf is like “back off my girl” or whatever. I told him I wouldn’t date a guy like that, because I wont’. If my boyfriend has a problem with me being friend with a guy, then he can go fuck himself.

Then I go to explain that of corse we wouldn't be FWB anymore but I still wanted to talk and hang. He said that wouldn't happen ESPECIALLY IF I DATE A GIRL. He has a problem with lesbians if you haven’t caught on. I said that “They’re not all bad” and he said that they all do the same to him and all talk to guys and then start talking shit about the bf and then sate a girl and brags about it and they’re not even a real lesbian and just call themselves it. 

BASICALLY what he was trying to say is he hates girls who date girls just as a spite thing and aren’t actually attracted to them.I replied with that I’m not a lesbo first of all, I’m bi and I said “And Eddie, I would NEVER EVER hurt you. I’d kill myself before I would ever hurt you.” Here I am promising I wouldn’t hurt him and guess what? He didn’t budge. He said he understands and that I’m not a lesbo BUT HE STILL would “stop anything to do with you and if your gf tries to talk to me and if she offends more or insults me, I beat her ass worse than anyone I have before.” 

I wouldn’t ever date someone who was going to hurt my friends but he can’t get his head around it. And what kills me is he has a lesbian friend named Tayshante or something. He’s fine with her. I replied to that with that he was basically going to throw me to the curb if I dated a girl and would treat me like shit.

The only way he’d talk to me again is if me and the girl broke up. So I said that he was homophobic AND HE ADMITTED “Just towards lesbians”. And just to appease his Neanderthal brain I said that I was never going to get a girlfriend and he said that was fine by him.

So that was the argument. I cried through a lot of it and texted Emili, the girl who is dating Eddie’s brother. 

Not to mention he says they’re only 2 genders. If you have a penis, you’re a dude and a vagina, you’re a girl. I said he’s scientifically right but there are gender identity but I know he wont’ listen to that. 

So yeah. Needless to say I’m missing a small gap of eyelashes on my left eye and they’re are eyelashes on my wall. I’m gonna go calm down now.

December 14th, 2017

[lizzyfish225]

Gaster, please take care of yourself...

WARNING! this is a tickle fic. If you don't like it, don't read it. Contains cursing It does include Gaster (Dadster, not handplates) and Asgore from undertale, BUT IT IS NOT A SHIP! IT IS ALL COMPLETELY PLATONIC AND FRIENDLY FRIEND BUISSNESS!! So fuck you guys! Yeah! (I'm kidding please love me) 😂😂😂 There is a bunch of stuff leading upto the did but it's worth it I swear! Okay. I'll shut up now. Ly fam! Go read!

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It had been a long day. Gaster had been in the lab for nearly 24 hours finishing up a project and doing some work on the core. He did end up getting enough sleep to keep going with his head intact... Plus some coffee.... But it still wasn't enough. When he needed to speak to someone, he was able to keep the conversation going as per usual, but when he was alone..... He had almost fallen asleep in the middle of a couple experiments. So, as he was walking towards a set of stairs to get to another section of his lab -in which the coffee that was keeping him awake resided- he of course had to trip over his own feet and not catch himself before landing on the stairs at an odd angle... With a sickening crack.

"GAH! AAAHHRRGG!! FUCK!" Gaster yelped as he hit the cement steps. He had landed on his left side, hitting his upper arm at an odd angle on one of the steps. This particular spot was throbbing and screaming at him. This is no doubt what had caused the loud crack that echoed through the lab he was sitting in on his own.

Gaster rolled onto his back -still on the stairs- and looked at his arm. He could bleed thanks to the magic that kept him alive, and there was a large red patch seeping through his lab coat. This was worrying. It took alot to make a skeleton bleed.he managed to get up and over to a table before he collapsed onto a chair. He no longer needed anything to keep him awake. The pain was doing just fine. He slowly worked his lab coat off -not avoiding any pain like he had hoped- and rolled up his sleeve.

"Ah...." Gaster hissed and winced at the sight of his arm. "That would sertianly explain the bleeding..." He groaned as he managed to look at his arm. His upper arm was graced by a pretty nasty fracture that was leaking the red fluid that had concerned him more than the pain. As the adrenaline began to fade away, the arm hurt worse. It was slightly bent and would need to be reset, and for as smart as Gaster was, he was also stubborn. It was far from him to go for help. He would have to fix it himself. He took a deep breath and held part of his arm with his right hand, taking hold about an inch below the fracture and stiffening up his shoulder before close of his eyes and sharply cracking the arm back into place. Screaming and allowing a couple tears to slip out of his eyes despite himself. At least it was in place. He wrapped the fracture in a large quantity of bandages, sucureing them and sighing. It was far from ideal, but it would do. He flinched as his cell phone rang. The contact made his eyes widen.

"Y-your Magesty! H-hello... Is there... Is there something you need?" Gaster asked, stuttering from the continuing pain in his arm.

"~Gaster! My friend! Hello. Yes I... Are you alright? You rarely stutter...~" Asgore voice rang through the phone.

"Oh! Oh no, I-Im alright. J-just tired. You needed something, Sire?"

"~Yes... I was just reminding you about Tea in an hour. You've been late quite often lately.~" Asgore sighed.

"My apologies, Sire. I have been letting myself get a little bit too involved in my work. I will do my best to be on time today."

"~Its quite alright Gaster. I worry for you is all.~"

"Y-you really have no reason to worry about me, your Majesty. Surely you have enough to worry about without adding me to the list. I will be on time today, I promise. I-I really must be going now though. There is something I must attend to."

"~Alright Gaster. I'll let you go. I will see you in an hour~"

"Absolutely, Sire. Goodbye." Gaster finished as he hung up. Even better. He would not allow for the king to know he was wounded. He worried enough as it is.

Shoving some pain medicine into his face, Gaster walked over to his overnight room that he had incase he had to hole himself up for a few days and changed his shirt and lab coat, grunting as he did so. He prayed he could keep a dignified status whilst with the king.

An hour later, Gaster had walked into the throne room and kneeled whilst he announced his presence. His left arm remained as still as possible. Asgore gave his useualy short speech about 'Gaster being a friend and having no need to be so formal around him', but it never sticks anyway. Gaster would always treat the Goat Monster infront of him the same. He was the king for god sakes! They sat and talked as usual, but Asgore continually gave the doctor these odd looks. He was fed up.

"Your Majesty, might I ask why you keep giving me those odd looks?" Gaster asked, placing his cup down on the small China plate that was made for it.

"Are you sure your alright? You haven't moved your arm at all since you came in and you seem very tence. Oh dear, your shaking aswell. Gaster, my friend, are you hurt?" Asgore asked, taking on a worried expression. Gaster's eyes widened and he looked at his hand. Oh for the love of... He was shaking!

"I.... U-um. No. I'm alright... Really! You have no reason to worry about me, Sire." Gaster gulped. Dammit. Busted before he could slink off.

"Really?" Asgore asked in a tone that plainly pointed out his disbelief.

"...Y-yes?"

"Not even you believed that one." Asgore sighed standing and starting over to his friend. Gaster gulped and stood up.

"I- I really should be going... Thank-you for the tea, it was-" Gaster started, getting cut of my his Majesty's hand gently pressing againsed his chest, pulling back and revealing a soul. The King placed his hand underneath it and checked his friends HP. The doctor had lost Heath.

"Gaster! Your wounded! My friend, I ask that you tell me these things so I can help." Asgore exclaimed worriedly as Gaster shoved his soul back in place.

"It's nothing, Sire. Now, I really should be going if you don't mi-" Gaster was cut off from slinking away as Asgore grabbed his good arm right by his ribs with his large hand and held him in place.

"No. Doctor Gaster. Where are you wounded?" Asgore asked firmly and worriedly cutting Gaster off as he was about to speak. "And don't you dare say that it's nothing. Allow me to help you even just this once!" He spoke angrily.

"Sire-"

"Gaster..."

"I- ugh..." Gaster sighed before mumbling in reply. "My upper left arm. It's really not that bad. No need to worry over it."

"Of Corse it's something to worry over! You are wounded! Now, let me see. Hold still." Asgore said in a more calm and kind tone, gently reaching for Gaster's arm. Gaster fenced up, but still ended up flinching in spite of himself. Asgore simply rolled up his friend's thin sleeves until he saw he brown bandages wrapping the wound. Gaster winced as the king unsound the bandages until he saw the bloody and cracked bone underneath.

"Gaster!" Asgore gasped, "Why would you hide this from me!? Hold still!" He asked as he gently grabbed the wound and allowed his hand to glow green with healing magic.

"Wait! Sire! You don't... Have... To......." Gaster yelped trailing off as he magic put him into a dazed state. It only took two muinets for the arm to be healed and only minorly sore, but it felt like hours wile Gaster was in that trance-like state. When he came to his senses however.... "Your Majesty. You really didn't have to-" Gaster began, shaking his head to clear it and being cut off.

"Yes I did. You are my friend, Gaster. And I worry. Why did you hide that?" Asgore asked softly, placing his handsome on his friends shoulders. Gaster's sleeves fell back in place as his arm was allowed to drop. He looked away from the king.

"I hid it because you worry. You are already bombarded with enought to worry about without adding my burden to the pile. Until we are out of this retched mountain, my needs come last." Gaster stated firmly. The king was shocked. With a curt face, the taller and stronger out of the two lifted his friend up from under the arms to look at him eye level. Gaster's eyes widened as he grabbed onto the king's wrists, blushing slightly.

"Gaster. You. Are not. A burden. You are my friend. Your needs should not come last! If not under the authority of your king or the worry of a coligue, then please, by the plead of a friend, take better care of yourself! I'm not asking you to take a weekly spa day! I'm simply requesting you to look out for your health, safety, and emotional state. Is that really so much to ask?" Asgore stated in a tone that almost made Gaster give right then and there, but -as previously mentioned- he was stubborn.

"I am truely sorry, Sire, but my opinion and state of mind remains unchanged." Gaster stated as he looked away from the king. Asgore frowned. How could he cheer him up and get his friend to take better care of himself...? Asgore thought for a moment before he had a 'lightbulb' moment. He smirked playfully.

"Now Gaster..." Asgore began in a playful and mischievous tone that defiantly caught Gaster by supprize, considering the scientist looked the king in the eye with a chonfused look on his face. "I am going to give you one chance to swear you'll take better care of yourself..." Asgore finished. Okay, that smirk was worrying.

"Sire... I have no idea what your planning... But that smirk tells me it's nothing good. You still will not change my mind, however." Gaster gulped. His eyes flashed purple for a split second, just long enough for Asgore to see it before the skeleton regained his self control. He was nervous. Asgore grinned.

"Ooh... Bad choice." He chuckled before he began to lightly scratch the scientists ribs with the hands hat were already placed there. Gaster jumped, his arms coming down to press againsed his body instantaneously.

"Y-your Majehesty! Wahat are y-you do-ing!? Sihire!" Gaster yelped, stuttering in an attempt not to laugh.

"I think you know exactly what I'm doing, Gaster, and by the looks of things, it's working!" Asgore chuckled. Gaster began squirming more and kicking his legs a little, trying to get away. He had never been more confused in his life. He king. Asgore. He was... Tickling.... The Royal scientist? Just the mere thought made it harder to keep his giggles in.

"S-Sihihire! Thihis is v-very chihildish! Plehehease relehease mehe!" Gaster giggled. Actually giggled! This was increasingly embarassing for poor Gaster.

"I don't think so, my friend." Asgore chuckled lightheartedly. The king moved his friend to his chest, facing away from him, and sat down cross legged. Gaster was trapped in the king's lap! He didn't even truely understand what was happening. All he knew was that he was very red faced and that he jumped again as the king attacked his sides.

"Gah! Nohohohoho! Sihihihihihihire! Stohohohohohohop ihihit! Plehehehehase! Nahahahahohohohoho!" And there it was. Gaster had broken. He was smiling wide and bright, laughing his bony ass off in he king's lap. Gaster would have retaliated if it was anyone else. He has two sons. Its not like he's never done something like this before. But this was the king! He couldn't just retaliate to the king, let alone through all that armor! So the scientist sat and laughed, squirming and trying to get away. This was very embarassing. He couldn't get away! He tried reaching out to see if that table was still in reach. It was not. He pinned his arms down to his sides to try and shove the hands away, not such luck. He kicked out, only ending in pushing further into the king's chest and sliding down further into his lap.

"My my Gaster! You squirm quite a bit don't you?" Asgore chuckled, allowing Gaster to slip to the side a little, ending with the poor victim lying across his lab in his back. Asgore stuck his hands under the skeleton's arms and began digging his fingers in. Gaster squeaked and started to laugh even harder, arching his back and squirming away more.

"SIHIHIHIHIHIHIRE!! Nahahahahahahahahohohoho! Plehehehehehehehehehehehease! Enohohohogh!!!! Gahahahahahaha!" Gaster continued to laugh loudly, squirming and kicking away. He managed to get most of the wasy away, but the king just grabbed his ankle, removing the scientists dress shoe and attacking his feet.

"NOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHahahahahahahaha!!! Cohohohohohome ohohohohohon! Plehehehehehehehehehehehease!" Gaster cried, his laughter getting louder.

"You know, this side of you is much more fun. You hardly ever laugh or let loose! This is good for you! Asgore smiled. Gaster was banging his fist on the floor and trying to claw away on his belly, but the king was too strong. No madder how much Gaster kicked or squirmed, Asgore would not let go. We'll, until he stopped to pull Gaster into his lap again and go at his hips. That was much worse. He actually squealed. He was layed on his back again, so he did his best to push the king's hands away.

SIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIRE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHANT!!! GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Gaster squealed, laughing louder than he would have liked. The king would have stopped then and there, but the scientists laughter was still more bright than desperate. So he continued, teasing a little to.

"you do realize your alowed to use my name right? Asgore. You know how to say it right? My god you laugh loudly!" Asgore chuckled kindly, smirking before pushing the scientists clothing and arms out of the way of his belly and sipping his head down. By the time Gaster realized what was about to happen it was too late. I loud raspberry was blown on his spine, causing him to shriek and laugh boistorously.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH MYHYHYHY GOHOHOHOD!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!!!! GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Gaster shrieked, pushing on the king's head and trying to suck um into a ball the protect himself. Neither strategy was working. It wasn't until Asgore accedently brushed Gaster's elbow and got a snort that he paused. Gaster was panting and taking in more air than seemed reasonable.

"Gaster? Did you just snort when I touched your elbow?" Asgore smirked, raising an eyebrow. Gaster froze. He sat still for half a moment before Asgore spoke. "Is your funny bone ticklish?" Asgore cuckled questioningly. Gaster jumped into action, trying to get away with increased vigor. Asgore just laughed and pinned one of his arms down, experimentally scratching his friends funny bone. He flinched, snorted, and started to giggle from that small touch. Oh. This was gonna be good! Asgore went all out, and Gaster flipped. He shrieked and started trying desperately to get away. He was begging and laughing and makeing noises in his own little skeleton language. It was hilarious. This was most definitely his worst spot. Gaster had tears of mirth running down his face and he was laughing so hard that you could probably hear him in Snowden.

"Have you had enough Gaster? Will you start taking better care of yourself finnaly?" Asgore asked. Gaster couldn't even speak, so he just shook his head. Man! He was stuborn! Asgore did have one last thing up his sleeve though. He leaned his head down and blew on his friends funny bone in warning and to tease. Gaster's eyes snapped open.

"NO! WAIT! DONT- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHANT!!!" Gaster shrieked as Asgore blew raspberry after raspberry on his funny bone, causing him to fall into silent laughter. Asgore smirked.

"how about now?" He asked between raspberrys. Gaster nodded frantically. It just had to stop. Asgore laughed and stopped with one last scratch at his friends elbow before sitting up with Gaster panting in his lap, exhausted.

"Please..... Never..... Do that...... Again......" Gaster panted. Asgore laughed.

"If I find your not taking care of yourself or your in a bad moon, I will not hesitate my friend." Asgore laughed. Despite the grin on his face, Gaster groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. Asgore laughed. "Alright, up you get, my friend." Asgore smiled helping his friend to his feet. Gaster replaced his shoe and continued speaking with the king for some time. This day was certainly one for the history books.

[melyaliz]

Letters to the Missing

Pairing: Roy x OC

Notes: Requested and co-writen by @speedypan​

Tagging: @royslittleharper @guns-n-lilies @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules​

It had only been two days, two days Roy had gone missing. While it would have been normal for most superheroes for Maia not knowing where Roy was for that long.

As Roy opened his eyes her face was the first thing he saw. Smiling as she stood over him. He didn’t know why but excitement corsed through his body as his heart started to beat faster.

“Found you” she giggled as he blinked up at her slightly confused on what she was talking about. “You’ve been missing for two days. I mean if you had wanted to play hide and seek you could have just asked.” she told him sitting back down on the chair next to the bed. He turned to her studying her.

The door to his room slowly opened and Maia let out a small squeak before jumping up running into the small bathroom of the hospital room. A nurse walked in nodding toward the boy.

“Ah, you’re awake, ” he said walking over checking his pulse and checking his charts. “You’re father was here earlier. Also, your friend keeps calling.” behind the nurse Maia peeked out of the bathroom putting her finger to her lips signaling him to be quiet. Roy couldn’t help but smile as his eyes flickered from her to the nurse.

“My friend didn’t come visit?”

“Oh, we told her family only, sorry.”

“Ahhh”

After the nurse checked him and left Maia slowly tiptoed back into the room. “I wrote you a letter so you wouldn’t miss anything while you were missing,” she said handing him the white envelope.

He took it, unable to take his eyes off her. He wasn’t sure why but it was as if he was seeing her for the first time. His memories of her were fresh and strong yet his body seemed to be reacting as if it didn’t know her at all.

“Are you hungry?” she asked poking his arm as he sat there just looking at her, a goofy smile on his face as he clung to her every word. Like a man dying of thirst he soaked her words in.

“Maybe a little, why?”

“Oh because… she leaned down to her bad and pulled out a small pulling up some cups. “I brought ice cream”  he smiled taking a cup opening it.

“Are there spoons?” he asked glancing up at her again, his heart picking up slightly. Her face fell as she looked down at her bad again running around.

“Woops”

He laughed gently folding the lid to his ice cream scooping some out, good thing it was a little soft from sitting out. “We can make do,” he said licking the sweet treat. Maia smiled watching him eat as she sat down next to him. Roy glanced over at her mid-bite

“What?”

“Nothing I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“So let’s see what I missed.” he said picking up the letter.

I went to that dinner by the school for pancakes. Those pancakes were amazing, Cindi gave me extra whip cream

“W… Where is she?” Roy cried as he ran into the hospital to see Christine and Gerald walking down the hall of the hospital. One of the nurse’s put a hand on the red haired man’s chest stopping him.

“Sir please don’t run.” she said

I went to your room and stole your hoodie back. Sucker.

Christine looked up giving him a small smile before she came up to him, “Roy, visiting hours are closed and she needs some rest. But she is back with us.” Next to her Gerald sighed rubbing his eyes pure exhaustion coursing through his body after the day he and his wife had had.  

“She’s back Roy,” he said simply patting Roy on the back before leading his wife out to their car. Roy stood in the hospital waiting room clutching a thick Manila envelope. He had waited 10 years for this day. He was not going to wait one more day.

“Roy?”

Oliver wouldn’t let me join him on a mission instead I went to the alleys to find my own investigation and I came up short, but I met a lovely hooker named Melody. She taught me how to make my eyeliner winged.

She woke up to sunflowers on her nightstand. Winching she sits up to see Roy sitting in the chair across from her.

“Hey” he tossed her the manila envelope, “Glad to see you’re back” she looked down at the envelope then back at him. Scars littered her body, her left arm in a cast. He suddenly doesn’t want to be there seeing her like this… after everything. The idea of her being in pain, not Maia. Maia was invincible. She once fell from an 18 story building with hardly a scratch. 

Who had done this? What had done this? 

He turns and leaves Maia just watching in shock. “Roy?” her voice called out as he disappeared out of the window.

I’m going crazy. Time is moving slower, although that would be a good thing for you both. I’ve been keeping my hands busy from texting you and interrupting. You should be proud.

“Roy you could use the door you know,” Jennifer said as the red-haired man came through her window. She had been relaxing on her bed with a fancy spread of cheeses and wine while watching her newest addiction.

“She’s back?”

“Yeah I see that, can you believe she was undercover with the CSI trying to find her evil twin the whole time?”

“What? No, not your show, Maia.”

“Oh.” they both stood there in silence, well Roy stood, Jen was still cuddled up on her bed. “Soooo, why are you here?” the brunette finally asked handing him some cheese and on a small wheat cracker.

“I… I just can’t face her, after everything… it’s… it’s Maia.”

I am doing it, Roy. I am going to be a dog owner. I saved this guy that was walking his large litter of puppies and they were so cute. I need a dog Roy.

“Yes,” Jen said as Roy had taken a seat next to her helping himself to her snacks. “It’s Maia which is why…” she smacked him over the side of the head.

“OW what was that for.”

“Dude, I had to sit through 10 years of you moping over this woman and now you are here in my bed eating my snacks NOT talking to her? FUCK ROY! Get the hell out!”

“But…”

“Tea would be so mad at you… if anything, do it in memory of her.”

“But…” he sighed running his fingers through his red hair running out of excuses.

Ayden and I broke up. I guess I’m including this because it’s not something I want to talk about and It technically happened today. On the flip side, I found this dog that would be you. Oliver wouldn’t let me adopt him so I’m going to throw condoms of spite at him.

Why was it so easy to get into a hospital? Like honestly This was the second time he was scaling the walls of an all glass building and NO ONE was calling security. Not to mention this was Gotham. Wasn’t this city riddled with criminals?

Ok Roy, not now, now you have to focus on the woman of your dreams and how you are going to… talk to her. Slowly he opened the window of her room unable to look in because the windows were both tinted and covered with shades.

“Maia?” he whispered sneaking in, “Maia are you awake?”

There was no response as his eyes adjusted to the dark room. The sound of her breathing gently could be heard. Better get this out before he lost his nerve.

“Maia… I… those days when you were missing. Those letters don’t even do justice to how lost I was.” he took a deep breath, “I felt like I was drowning without you there. Like nothing was right, every turn I took I kept fucking up, choosing the wrong path. Hell, I wasn’t even the real Roy which I just continued to fuck up. I needed you, I needed you more than even I was willing to admit.”

He leaned forward his lips barely brushing her forehead, “Maia, I can’t do with without you, love you.” Gently he kissed her forehead, which felt kind of cold and clammy. Also, it was a little larger than he remembered. In fact, Maia’s whole silhouette seemed rather large.

As he pulled away the person who was supposed to be Maia sat bolt up right turning on the light in the room to reveal a large middle-aged man with long greasy hair.

“Dude, what the… are you Red Arrow?”

Roy almost fell out the window and down 10 stories trying to escape

Oliver’s acting strange since you left. It’s been two days but he looks stressed and I’m worried. He won���t tell me what’s wrong or even talk to me. He’s just jumped from his seat.

“They let her go home, I think she’s at Oliver’s” Was the text Jen had sent him two hours ago. It was followed by a gif of a woman screaming “go to her!” then another text saying “Are you there?”

Obviously, he missed them.

But he couldn’t get back fast enough. Dropping his bike in the driveway of Queen Manor as he walked in.

The sound of her laughter was the first thing he heard followed by the sound of slightly annoyed shouting from Oliver.

“Dick seriously go home!”

Walking into the room Roy found his original, Dick and Oliver on the couch playing Mario Kart with Maia. She was still slightly patched up some of her scars covered up with makeup and a few bandages making his heartache to see.

“No way! I’m not missing Maia’s grand return for anything” Dick said nudging Maia trying to cause her to mess up on the race.

“Dick stop cheat… Roy!”

“Hey…” he mumbled slowly walking in feeling his heart drop. Maia held up her controller for him.

“Hurry up! I need a real competitor.”

I just found out you weren’t at Donna’s like you said and what happened. I wish you had told me, I don’t know why you didn’t trust me.