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roseverdict · 1 month ago

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Normally this would be the part where I put the title of the fic, but for Pacing Reasons I'm not gonna yet. Yeehaw.

In the year 2012, in a universe where adult mutant ninja turtles have an impressive world-saving resume dating back to when they were just teenagers, Mikey has a scheduled patrol as his part-time hero persona, the Turtle Titan.

In the year 2018, in a universe where magic is always plucking at the edges of the world and where a supernatural library serves as both a pillar of reality and a safe place for powerful magical artifacts, the staff of that very library all look forward to what will hopefully be an uneventful day with no danger of any kind.

It sure would be a shame if an old enemy from someplace adjacent to the turtles turned up alive, well, and ready to cause multidimensional trouble.

The Turtle Titan is an official member of the Justice Force! Of course, I'm only on duty every third Wednesday of every fourth month. And February 29th... when there is one.

- Michelangelo Splinterson, TMNT 2003 S5E6 "Membership Drive"

(You can also read on AO3 if that's your thing! I do a little fiddling with work skins in that one too so it'll look a smidge different at one specific part :D)

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"Where is it you are going in such a hurry, my son?"

Mikey paused in the middle of his mad dash for the lair's entrance, his superhero gear halfway between "in his arms" and "in place on his body." "It's February 29th, Sensei, so the Turtle Titan is on patrol tonight."

Splinter's eyebrows rose, and his ears fell back down from an alert position. "Ah, I see. Well, don't let this old rat keep you."

Mikey quickly wrangled his gear the rest of the way on, and the Turtle Titan gave his father a quick, tight hug. "I'll kick plenty of shell, don't worry."

"That, at least, has never been a fear of mine," chuckled Splinter, patting the Turtle Titan's shell before releasing him.

There came a distant yelp of frustration from Raph, and the Turtle Titan snickered and darted off. "Be back in the morning!"

"MIKEY, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU-!"

"Love you too, Raphy!" called the Turtle Titan over his shoulder as he sprinted away, Raph's sais stuck in his belt right where he'd stashed them next to his nunchaku.

He left Raph's annoyance behind with a spring in his step, and he took the first opportunity he could get to hop topside and take to the rooftops. The Turtle Titan didn't need to hide in the shadows, not like Michelangelo Splinterson still did; the Turtle Titan was a known member of the Justice Force and someone people would be happy to see!

After the whole Time Travel Mess Of 2005-And-Or-2105, Mikey'd had an idea, though; if the Turtle Titan could be accepted so quickly, and if he and his brothers were supposed to wind up accepted by society by the turn of the century, then maybe the Turtle Titan was at least one reason why the Splintersons were able to walk around under the sun a hundred years into the future.

Man, his life was weird.

The Turtle Titan gave himself a little shake and started his run to Meeting Point Delta-Omega- or rather, the roof of the pizza place on Laird Avenue that had opened up a few years back.

His patrol partner was already there by the time he showed up, and the Turtle Titan broke into a grin. "Nano! How's it hanging, Squirt?"

Nano turned to greet him, a grin of his own on his metallic face. "I am still seven inches taller than you, Turtle Titan."

"Six-point-nine inches, and I'm still gonna catch up to you one of these days!" The Turtle Titan wagged his finger at Nano with a smirk. "It's my prerogative as your cool older brother-ish to butt heads with you on this, remember?"

"Don't you mean 'butt your head against my armored shoulder?'" asked Nano too-innocently.

The Turtle Titan cackled and gave Nano's back a hearty smack. "You've learned well, my padawan!"

Nano chuckled with him, then gestured out towards the rest of the city with his head. "Shall we commence patrol?"

"Sure thing, Tiny!" The Turtle Titan charged over the edge of the roof with a whoop, his grappling hook whirring as it yanked him up to the neighboring rooftop.

Nano lifted off and flew after him, and the two of them spent the first ten, maybe fifteen minutes of their shift in amicable silence, save for occasionally dropping in to stop a mugging or a bank heist they happened across.

Then Nano turned to the Turtle Titan on an empty rooftop and asked, "Wasn't the Foot Clan HQ abandoned in 2010?"

The Turtle Titan blinked, and Mikey turned a grim look to Nano. "Yeah, as far as we know. After that whole thing with too many Shredders and the multiverse almost collapsing back in '09, Karai said she was gonna have the Foot 'go back to their roots' or something. Why do you ask?"

"Because there seems to be a massive influx of energy at the top of the building," said Nano, pointing over Mikey's shoulder.

Mikey whirled around, his Turtle Titan cape swishing behind him, and he immediately caught sight of the ball of sickly energy crackling right where Nano said it would be.

"Oooooh, Mikey no likey," said he with a grimace.

The two of them shot off for the allegedly-abandoned skyscraper without another word.

There was no motion at the base- at least, not outside the usual late-night NYC traffic- and there were no lights on inside or silhouettes in the windows.

The only light came from the crackling ball of energy on what had once been the helipad.

And right as he and Nano landed on the outermost part of the roof, even the crackling ball of energy fell dim.

And

Mikey

froze.

The person standing in the middle of the array of machinery that decidedly did not belong there wasn't human, turtle, AI, or even space alien.

The person standing in the middle of the array of machinery that decidedly did not belong there was a rat that he'd last seen either less than an hour prior or the better part of a decade ago, depending on one's point of view.

The Sliver looked somehow more unkempt than the last time Mikey had seen him, with his warlord getup hanging on by a thread and his overachieving mane of fur matted in places that Splinter had never allowed to go unwashed on his own body, even in Mikey's earliest memories. Mikey would even dare to say he looked mangy.

The Sliver hadn't seemed to have noticed Mikey or Nano yet, preoccupied with taking stock of himself as he was.

At the edges of his vision, using the prototype messaging system Donny had put together as a favor for the Justice Force that Mikey kept in his Turtle Titan hood, Nano asked, You know him?

Mikey nodded grimly and subtly reached for his left glove, typing back a response: the whole Thing back in 09 wasnt my first or only brush with the multiverse. meet an evil version of my dad from a universe where my bros and me fill the role of the justice force- the Sliver. last i saw him, he was supposed to be dead, and good riddance tbqfh.

Nano's jaw hardened.

The Sliver brought a hand to his head with a groan as he pushed himself to his feet, lit brightly enough by the machinery around him that it was child's play for Mikey (in his dark Turtle Titan gear) and Nano (quickly camouflaging to the dim hues of the city below) to sneak around and get a good look at the main screen of the hodgepodge of metal the Sliver had brought with him.

At its center, there sat an oldsy-timesy compass-looking thing with a generic plane shape in place of a needle, and as the duo watched, the outer rim slowed from a wild whirling to something more easily legible, showing…a completely normal compass rim thingy.

Mikey really wished Donny was there to help identify whatever the thingy was. Heck, Leo knew enough about solo navigation that he might have had an idea.

Honestly, any of his brothers would have been a blessing right then.

He'd needed his brothers' alternates and his own to even pull the wool over the Sliver's eyes last time, and while he was several years wiser nowadays, so was the Sliver.

"Yes…yes! I am close!" the Sliver chuckled darkly as he interpreted the display. "I am finally in the correct great dimensional tree!"

What is he talking about?

well, given how he was trying to bring his sons to the dark side or kill them for refusing when we presumedly ended up killing him last time, id bet he's trying to get back for revenge reasons or something

*Presumably.

Mikey let his lips twitch into a little grin at Nano's correction before flattening them out again.

he had a machine that would eradicate all life except those lives within a specific area when i first fought him, it was a last-ditch effort to force me and my bros' counterparts to join him. we reversed it to keep the rest of the dimension from being killed, but if he was able to build it once, he could proabbly build it again

*Probably.

And if he gets back to his home dimension, he most likely will.

exactamundo. quick rundown: the alt turtles each had specific powers, but the sliver has all of them- electricity, super strength/size-changing, the ability to turn to goop/shapeshift, and grav manip. ntm he's like. THE Expert on the things. it took all five turtles including me to beat him- we're GONNA want backup.

Mikey and Nano shared a nod, and as Nano sounded the alarm back with the rest of the Force, Mikey let himself fall back into the Turtle Titan and streak forward, actually landing a hit on the Sliver's jaw.

"GAH-!" The Sliver stumbled back, but swatted the Turtle Titan away before he could attack a second time. Only once he seemingly realized what he'd done did he whirl on the Turtle Titan with a snarl. "It cannot be!"

"Can be and is!" The Turtle Titan ground out, matching the Sliver's snarl with a mirthless smirk. "Didja miss me, Slivvy? Admit it, you missed me."

"So this is your homeworld, puny ninja," mused the Sliver. "Perhaps I might stay long enough to teach you a lesson that evaded my own sons!"

He lunged, and the Turtle Titan brought his shield up to bear, catching most of the Sliver's assault against its surface and deflecting the rest to one side. As the Sliver stumbled, the Turtle Titan rushed him, intent on trying to knock him out or something-

-and a goopy green arm slammed squarely into the Turtle Titan's chest, even seeping slightly through his supersuit and reaching the plates of his plastron with a deathly chill.

The Turtle Titan squawked as he was knocked away, barely managing to remember to grab the edge of the rooftop before he flew clean over.

"TURTLE TITAN!"

Nano's panicked shout preceded a heavy thwack and a pained snarl from the Sliver, and the Turtle Titan hauled himself back onto the roof with minimal leg-kicking just in time to watch the Sliver smirk viciously at Nano. "Ah, so the weak little ninja brought a friend to play, did he?"

"If you want to call us apprehending you 'playing,' then yes!" Nano feinted as if to go for a quick kick to the Sliver's side, then hurled himself the opposite direction and slapped his hand against the side of the control panel.

Nothing visibly happened, but the Turtle Titan bit back a knowing smirk as he charged the Sliver again. He couldn't very well let the supervillain have enough time to figure out what Nano was doing, after all. "Usually we're supposed to schedule a playdate, Slivvy, and you're supposed to get my dad's permission!"

His shield-slam went wide as the Sliver leapt up into the air, hovering there for a moment before shooting back down, foot-first.

If asked later, Mikey would truthfully say that he wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten from a worm's-eye view of the Sliver's heel to caught up in some sort of goopy cocoon. However, he'd be willing to wager a guess that the Sliver had kicked him in the head hard enough to knock him out for a few crucial seconds.

He'd just call it a hunch.

The Sliver was in the middle of saying something by the time Mikey- no, no, he was still on the job- by the time the Turtle Titan realized he was trapped. "-not allow you to interfere!"

Some of the metal behind the Sliver started to move, and the Turtle Titan cracked a vicious grin. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're a bit late for that."

A haphazard metal fist with fingers twice as long as the Turtle Titan was tall came slamming down onto the platform, only missing the Sliver by the teensiest fraction of a second as he dodged.

"I would like to offer you a word of advice," called Nano from his place next to the control panel, a shimmer of silvery-yellow nanobots flowing from where his hand touched the panel and into the Sliver's machine. "Do not build weapons of mass destruction out of the same kind of thing your enemies are made of."

The metal fist lifted and came down again, this time splattering the goopy arm holding the Turtle Titan in place. The Turtle Titan quickly began flinging the goo off of himself while the Sliver recoiled and reconstituted his fur-covered arm out of what goop he had left.

(Something in the back of the Turtle Titan's mind snapped to attention: the Sliver hadn't had any issues with separated goop when last they'd met.)

"ENOUGH!" thundered the Sliver, lightning crackling from his opposite hand as he slapped it to the floor-

"NANO, PULL BACK-!" The Turtle Titan screamed, already running for his patrol partner-

-and Nano shrieked as the electricity overloaded his systems, the metal fist creaking to a halt halfway above the ground and Nano's main body convulsing by the control panel, sparks flying from every seam, joint, and outward-facing component-thingy.

The Turtle Titan bodily tackled Nano off the Sliver's platform, the two of them tumbling a short ways to the edge of the roof before coming to a stop, Nano still twitching but blessedly not shrieking in bloodcurdling agony.

"I have more important business to attend than dealing with a ninja playing dress-up!" growled the Sliver, rushing to the control panel and flipping switches along its sides.

There came the whine of power building up at the edges of the Turtle Titan's hearing, and he felt his heart stop.

"Nano, Nano, Nano, c'mon, wake up, dude-!"

"I-I am aw-wake," mumbled Nano with a shake of his head, his voice skipping and starting ever-so-slightly as he sat up. After a second or so, though, his eyes widened and he scrambled to his feet. "The Sliver-! He's-!"

"Yeah," said the Turtle Titan grimly, getting to his own feet. "Somebody needs to take him down, but we can't just disappear without any explanation."

"Turtle Titan, you stay," Nano decided. "I have a backup at HQ-"

"And it won't change the fact that you'll be lost to the multiverse if you can't get back!" The Turtle Titan tugged him back and started trudging for the Sliver's machine. "My family and me at least have the whole chi-meditation thing going for us-!"

"But what if it does not function as interdimensional communication, Turtle Titan?!" demanded Nano, yanking him away and leaping back onto the platform.

The Turtle Titan scowled and jumped after him, grabbing his arm and spinning to chuck him to safety. "Don't make me exercise my rights as the older brother-ish-!"

-and Nano screamed as the nanobots of his arm were forcefully disconnected from the main mass of his systems, which went tumbling to the corner of the helipad before finally coming to a stop.

The dimensional travel machine, the Sliver, and the Turtle Titan were nowhere to be found.

Nano felt dread pool in his processors. "This is not going to end well, is it?"

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In a place that was everywhere and nowhere at once, the Turtle Titan screamed as a wall of light severed Nano's arm and sent both him and the arm tumbling back into the "safe zone" of the machine.

"NO! You'll throw off the calculations, you FOOL!" the Sliver howled, already going to swipe at the Turtle Titan with an elongated, goopy arm.

The Turtle Titan dodged away from the attack, and as Nano's arm started reassembling into- what was that, a gauntlet?- around his non-shield hand, he flung the shield into one of the important-looking bits of tech, sending sparks flying. "All according to plan, you walking offense to dads everywhere!"

The Sliver roared and charged him again, and he nearly bowled the Turtle Titan over entirely. It was all the Turtle Titan could do to grab onto a piece of metal sticking out at an odd angle and hang on for dear life as-

-"Now the eye's back! Now the hand! THE EEEYYYEEE!"-

-all he could see was an ever-growing mass of turtles-

-"I thought he said 'squirrel' formation!"-

-they extended out to infinity in every direction in blues and reds and purples and oranges-

-"Doctor Delicate Touch feels nothing."-

-they extended out forever-!

-and a metal something-or-other slammed into the back of the Turtle Titan's throat, making him flinch and lurch back to relatively solid ground, coughing and hacking to get the whatever-it-was out of him.

The onslaught of voices went slightly quieter around him, with one of the voices yelling about somebody being "super fly" before fading into the masses.

"You…" hissed the Sliver. "You are lucky you do not send us careening out of the great terrapin dimensional tree!"

The Turtle Titan finally managed to hork up the thingy- some kind of jewelry, for reasons beyond him- and stowed it in his utility belt for the time being. "Me? Lucky? Perish the thought!"

"Indeed! Look around you, foolish ninja!" The Sliver broke into a downright dastardly smirk, holding his hands out to gesture grandly at their surroundings.

Surroundings which, as the Turtle Titan watched, were slowly becoming more and more solid and more and more like the Shell of Justice that he'd visited all those years prior.

"Oh, shell!" he breathed.

"Shell, indeed! Shell of Justice, indeed!" The Sliver began cackling louder and louder.

An alarm sounded in the Shell of Justice, but the Turtle Titan just turned to the Sliver and lunged.

The Sliver's head met the control panel of his device at the same moment that the superturtles came running into view, and the Turtle Titan could only manage a brief wave of greeting before the world around them erupted back into a whirlwind of color and light.

He shoved the Sliver along the control panel, setting off buttons and bells and whistles he hadn't even known were there, and the blues and reds and purples and oranges all flared into minty green with a deafening shriek before being replaced by an unfamiliar star-like pale yellow.

The Sliver shrieked in rage, and he probably said something as he did, but the Turtle Titan couldn't make it out over the worrying creaking of the dimension-jumping machine, the two arches crossed over their heads beginning to visibly warp.

The Turtle Titan's footing slipped, and he had to grab onto a metal outcropping one more time or risk being lost to the-

-"Welcome to endless wonder."-

-there weren't any turtles-

-"Let's go steal a-"

-why weren't there any turtles-

"-the Serpent Brotherhood from-"

-he'd thought the multiverse would collapse without any turtles-

-and the whirlwind vanished from all around him, leaving him with only the natural laws of physics spinning him, the machine, and the Sliver in circles as they plummeted from a clear blue sky.

"YOU IMBECILE!" the Sliver shrieked as they fell. "We are further now than I have ever been!"

The Turtle Titan hauled himself back onto the platform, pulling against the spinny force threatening to chuck him clear across the sky if he slipped. "Sucks to be you then, huh?"

The Sliver snapped his teeth furiously at the Turtle Titan, but then his eyes widened and he leapt from the platform entirely.

The Turtle Titan only managed to see the approaching sea, process that it was getting scary close, scary fast, and take the deepest breath he'd ever taken in his life before he and the Sliver's machine crash-landed into the ocean in a splash big enough that it would probably make for breaking news in a few minutes.

If this dimension even had the concept of breaking news, anyway.

As the Turtle Titan made sure what little he had of Nano hadn't shorted out in the water, and as he pushed away from the machine and started swimming for a promising-looking sewer-like tunnel in the distance, he wondered idly in the back of his mind-

-where exactly might the news of their crash-landing break first?

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In the annex of a library accessible from a bridge in Portland, Oregon, a book began to glow an almost panicked pale yellow, and the caretaker of the annex couldn't quite shove down the grimace that rose to his face.

"And here I thought we might, just possibly, have a quiet day."

#rosie writes #tmnt 2003 #2003 tmnt #the librarians #tmnt mikey #tmnt nano #tmnt 2003 reality check #id in alt text #'and the point of salvation' rewired my brain same-as-it-never-was-style lmao #so when i realized i needed a librarians-style name for a tmnt 03 crossover. well. :)#idk whether to tag jenkins here since he only shows up like right at the end lmao #also. this is that thing i mentioned at some point (i think) where multiverse shenanigans have invoked a light sprinkling of warehouse 13.#as in mikey and the sliver have each wound up with something from outside their dimensions now. nano doesnt count bc he's a person

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clairethecutepup · 2 months ago

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Pomni the Petrifiable Pup: On the Fly with Dragonflies! (Ch. 1)

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Chapter Synopsis:

Giant dragonflies are terrorizing the circus grounds! Oh boy, they also earn the “dragon” part something fierce… Will Pomni be able to save the circus from the latest threat sicced upon them in this horrible survival game, or will it be Pup a la Flambe-- along with the rest of the cast?

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If you'd prefer reading elsewhere, look at the links; if you'd rather read here, click "keep reading"!

https://www.deviantart.com/clairevlcek/art/On-the-Fly-with-Dragonflies-Ch-1-TADC-1122867333

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58853108/

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60612247/chapters/154760560

Chapter Title: Just Another “Tuesday” Around Here… or Any Weekday.

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In the “Spooky Death Grounds,” as the people behind this dooming game were more the programming types than CREATIVE types, a plot is being hatched: within the barren and pointy environment of empty grayness, the dark cave surrounded by many “Danger!” and “Beware, Evil Mastermind!” signs contains the digital land’s scheming main villain. Of course, one cannot be “evil” without the appropriate mourning routine to start his day; so tooth-brushing and all first, then he’s finally able to start the day off right-- and EVILLY! Caine floats down into his favorite chair within the cave’s "Spooky Void of Darkness," a cup of Morning Joe's Eyedrops in hand to refresh the eyeballs within his dentures. He takes a refreshing sip and lets out the expected, "Ahhh...!" before throwing the “#1 Mastermind of Evil” mug over his shoulder-- it promptly breaking on the ground.

"Well, Bubble, it's time once again to see what the Wheel of Horrors has in store for our hapless bunch of circus miscreants!"

"Oh boy, it's any evil minion's favorite part of the day!"

“Now then, what titular horrors shall we land upon today?”

Caine pulls the wheel into view, giving the red and black pinwheel a mighty spin. Caine pulls out a nail file and tends to his gloved fingertips, applying the appropriate blows of air; while Bubble keeps rotating his face with the wheel, despite not actually hoping for the particular “evil horror” he focused on. Caine then throws the file into the board, making it stop in place.

“‘Literal dragonflies’!” he reads, “Perhaps the most pointless thing in existence, when dragons can already fly! Aw well, who am I to deny the bug fans out there their beloved critters-- even if not so beloved for anyone who has to deal with them? Bubble, release the damning insects of literality!”

Bubble bites onto the suddenly-appearing lever and pulls it down. Several cages, containing red eyes behind their bars, open and unleash the horrors within.

“Fly, my pretties, fly!” Caine cackled, “Show them how much you earn that ‘dragon’ part of your dreadful and forewarning name!”

He and Bubble simply float there, as the dragonflies aimlessly fly around above them.

“... Oh, right, there needs to be an actual exit first!” Caine then snaps his fingers, “So, exit granted!”

The dragonflies finally pass through the sky hatch, their scaley insectoid forms and toothy mouths of fire eager to roast some victims…

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“Okay, and… done!” Ragatha holds up her knitting, “What do you think, Pomni?”

The doll turns and lowers the red scarf from her rocking chair, so the pup of brown fur and a jester’s cap could see. Pomni sits up and flips over from her back, as she looks at Ragatha’s results from her neighboring basket.

“Wow, that looks great,” Pomni wags her tail, “I’m sure Kinger will like it.”

“I sure hope so. It’ll be nice for him to have something that feels like we’re with him, whenever he goes off wandering again.”

No one knew why, but the living chess piece tended to wander about the digital world, ringing a bell in a floating gloved hand… Jax always remarked about him possibly just “getting the right idea”: ditching the circus grounds where a majority of the trapping game’s horror elements occur. It didn’t mean the rest of the world was any safer, but it did seem like a majority of events befell this particular location; yet, there wasn’t really any better place for shelter nor other conveniences that helped keep everyone sane and safe. Case in point, Pomni ironically found more peace and safety within the targeted grounds: she actually had a warm bed to sleep or hide in, and there were more resources to help defend against whatever current horrors came after them. Plus, it’s nice to have a basket that’s beside Ragatha’s comforting presence, whenever the ragdoll decides on enjoying her own tranquility in her swaying seat.

Unfortunately, there was no tranquility to last for either of them… Nor, anyone else currently on the grounds. Had the unleashed horrors finally arrived? No, Jax just felt bored. It all started when Pomni felt a hand grab onto her shoulder.

“Let’s make one out of DOG fur next!!”

Pomni screams, her eyeballs popping out her turned skull, as she jumps into the also-screaming Ragatha’s arms. The purple rabbit maintained the masked machete-wielder act for a little longer, raising the weapon, before he finally pulled his mask off and displayed that usual smug grin.

“Hey, relax ladies, it was only a suggestion…”

“Jax!” Ragatha glares at him, “Don’t you think things are terrifying enough, without you adding onto it…?!”

“Hey, it’s supposed to be a ‘horror’ game, right?” Jax tosses his items aside, “I’m just helping it earn the title.”

Ragatha groans and rolls her non-button eye, before softening into a smile and holding out the shaking pup.

“It’s okay, Pomni, Jax just decided to be ‘funny’ again…”

“Well, someone has to provide some entertainment around here,” Jax shrugs, “Unfortunately, it seems to be my personal burden to bear.”

“You know, if you really want to lift everyone’s spirits,” Ragatha sets Pomni down, “maybe you could try something that everyone else can actually enjoy themselves?”

“Hey, ‘Misery is the root of all comedy,’ they say; and oh boy, is your guys’ misery ever the best form of comedy.”

“Come on, Jax, don’t we face enough conflict around here, when we’re not causing it ourselves…?”

“Not when it finally becomes ‘conflict’ I can actually enjoy. Gets real tiring being on the receiving end all the time, ya know?”

A fire ball flies in, and the rabbit suddenly gets burnt to a smoking ash pile that rolls its eyes.

“... Case in point…”

Pomni looks up at the responsible sky, before she replicates an arched cat and screams.

“Oh my goodness,” Ragatha gasps, “dragonflies-- LITERAL dragonflies!!”

The beasts ignite whatever their fireballs hit; when they don’t simply pick things up and throw them elsewhere, or just ravage things with their teeth and claws. The trio weren’t the only ones tormented… Zooble’s limbs and head fall onto the ground, forced to bounce away after a fireball reduced their connecting abdomen to ash; while Gangle is sent face-first into a nearby crate pile, thanks to a speeding-by dragonfly, cracking her comedy mask and resulting in her wearing the (appropriate) tragedy mask. Jax finally manages to revert back into his rabbit-like form, while Ragatha and Pomni continue looking around at the horrific scene.

“Quick,” Ragatha proclaims, “we have to try our new air defense system!”

Zooble bounces toward a standard show cannon.

“I’m on it!”

They hop within, activating the defenses: the small cannon and its portion of land rotate into the ground, before the platform unveils the larger cannon and the seat Zooble now occupies.

“You want things to burn, huh?! Then burn yourselves-- in Hell!!”

The cannon fires-- but no dragonflies fall. Then again, it’s hard to fire a cannon with NO ammunition…

“What the hell?!” Zooble’s detached arms mash their thumbs on the held buttons, before they stop, “Why isn’t it firing anything?!” they then deadpan their mismatched and half-lidded eyes, “... Of course, we finished building the stupid thing, but forgot to actually put in the ammo…” they glare at the trio, “Don’t just stand there, someone get me some!”

Pomni glances around, until she notices the giant crate filled with “air defense ammo” (said so on the neighboring sign). She runs to collect their means of salvation, but some dragonflies swoop down and steal the entire wooden cube.

“No!”

She can only watch, as they fly to who-knows-where… Still, the circus crew needs that to fight off the flying menaces! Pomni runs after them, dodging the numerous fireballs headed toward her: ducking under the wheelbarrow, shielding herself with a large piece of wooden debris, and digging through the ground to avoid the remaining onslaught. She pops her head out, a patch of dirt and a lone sunflower sitting atop her hat. She hops out and runs to a nearby sheep, who seems quite content to chew grass amidst the insanity. She hops onto its back, the animal finally giving attention to something other than its green deliciousness.

“Yah, sheep, yah…!” Pomni points, then lowers her paw and looks down at the annoyed critter, “... Uh, please ‘yah’? It’s just, I’d probably have an easier time catching up with a stee--”

She yelps as she’s bucked off-- and then bucked into oblivion: the sheep’s hind hooves send the screaming pup halfway across the fictional world, forcing Pomni to soon storm past the rude wool-bearer and travel on her own two feet (paws?). She appeared to have landed within a thorn bush, given the spikes sticking out from her furry form. She says nothing, just shooting the sheep a disapproving glare, as it goes back to ignoring her and eating. Pomni manages to shake off the thorns and resumes running, continuing her chase after the departing creatures of literal namesake. Knowing that the fate of the circus grounds relies on whether she can return with those cannonballs, she needs to stay close on their tails-- and avoid any more possible rude animals who’ll just waste her time and slow her down… But where exactly were these beasts headed, and could everyone else manage on their own in the meantime?

[End Chapter]

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One of the fun things about fanfiction is the ability to make a fun hybrid of two series: taking the cast of TADC (Pomni especially) and forcing them into a virtual reality that's more of a "horror survival" game, which still keeps its silly series nature overall and thus becomes an alternate version of "Courage the Cowardly Dog"! I mean, Pomni already resonates some strong "Courage" energy, with her anxiety and own cartoonish reactions to all things terrifying. I mean, tell me shooting her frightened eyes from their sockets isn't something akin to the many expressions Courage himself does when scared. So yeah, another fun fan-series for me to work on: combining the cartoonish yet horrifying nature of CTCD with a series that gets my attention well-enough, and especially has a cast of characters that seem fun to write!

Also, sorry about the shortness of this chapter, it just felt perfect for setting up the first part of the first "episode"...

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As Fate Would Close It.

"You're kidding. It's been how long since that fight?"

"I know, I can't believe it myself."

"Actually, that reminds me... while you were taking your sweet time getting ready in there, one of the royal carriers dropped this letter off. Looks to be from those guys."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense now! What does it say?"

"Hold your horses alright? I was waiting for you to put on your makeup and all before I actually opened it so we could read together. Aren't I so considerate?"

There was a pause. The kind of pause that spawned from sudden embarrassment.

"L-look! Between you and me, making sure this yukata was put on correctly is tough... e-especially for someone that's not even from this region! The shame would be too much if I wore this wrong in public, you see. And we can't have that." the young man holding a bin of tomatoes and cucumbers spoke matter-of-factly while his companion, the one who invited him in the first place, rolled his eyes.

"Yeah okay, your highness." the less formal of the two answered teasingly before breaking the seal on the envelope and holding out its contents, a single piece of paper, in front of them both.

"Hey guys, it's been a long time hasn't it? A lot's happened that's kept us busy. Our job's never quite done, but it might not be just the two of us handling the bulk of things.

"We've actually been training the new guy—the one who bailed you out when we couldn't, to follow our footsteps. And he's showing a lotta promise. While I could have asked Ragna, and maybe even Hazama to tag in, well...

Let's just tagging has been almost exclusively what they've been doing since last you guys saw 'em. Not by choice, either. I think they've also been fighting over the same girl...? It's complicated.

Speaking of girls, Zen's moved in with his girlfriend and while he's always ready and willing to help us... I figure he should enjoy the life he can make with her over at Dentech City. Minato agrees.

Also I think we passed through that other guy's 'Stage' a couple times... it was never for more than a day at a time but true to his word, he's become quite the popular Sage. Well anyway, we should definitely meet up again soon when the world as we all know it isn't at stake. It'll be great to see your kingdoms at peace. Take care of each other, your bond's as unbreakable as me and my partner's after all. - Yu Narukami.

"Bonds, huh? I suppose he's onto something, Prince Takumi."

"Don't get all mushy on me Leo! Save that for Kamui when the fireworks go off later. I don't wanna hear later how you messed it up thinking of me."

"Best not flatter yourself too much now..." he'd wag a finger before standing up and beckoning him to follow. "Shall we go find her at the meeting place now? I want to see as much as we can together at this festival."

"Sounds like a plan." Takumi would gingerly fold the letter back into his envelope and tuck it within the inner pocket of his yukata, before the two took off to enjoy themselves on this summer evening.

The Dual Royals' Story.

Fin.

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DAILY SCRIPTURE READINGS (DSR) 📚 Group, Tue June 25th, 2024 ... Tuesday of the Twelfth Week in Ordinary Time, Year B

Reading 1

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2 KGS 19:9B-11, 14-21, 31-35A, 36

Sennacherib, king of Assyria, sent envoys to Hezekiah

with this message:

“Thus shall you say to Hezekiah, king of Judah:

‘Do not let your God on whom you rely deceive you

by saying that Jerusalem will not be handed over

to the king of Assyria.

You have heard what the kings of Assyria have done

to all other countries: they doomed them!

Will you, then, be saved?’”Hezekiah took the letter from the hand of the messengers and read it;

then he went up to the temple of the LORD,

and spreading it out before him,

he prayed in the LORD’s presence:

“O LORD, God of Israel, enthroned upon the cherubim!

You alone are God over all the kingdoms of the earth.

You have made the heavens and the earth.

Incline your ear, O LORD, and listen!

Open your eyes, O LORD, and see!

Hear the words of Sennacherib which he sent to taunt the living God.

Truly, O LORD, the kings of Assyria have laid waste the nations

and their lands, and cast their gods into the fire;

they destroyed them because they were not gods,

but the work of human hands, wood and stone.

Therefore, O LORD, our God, save us from the power of this man,

that all the kingdoms of the earth may know

that you alone, O LORD, are God.”Then Isaiah, son of Amoz, sent this message to Hezekiah:

“Thus says the LORD, the God of Israel,

in answer to your prayer for help against Sennacherib, king of Assyria:

I have listened!

This is the word the LORD has spoken concerning him:“‘She despises you, laughs you to scorn,

the virgin daughter Zion!

Behind you she wags her head,

daughter Jerusalem.“‘For out of Jerusalem shall come a remnant,

and from Mount Zion, survivors.

The zeal of the LORD of hosts shall do this.’“Therefore, thus says the LORD concerning the king of Assyria:

‘He shall not reach this city, nor shoot an arrow at it,

nor come before it with a shield,

nor cast up siege-works against it.

He shall return by the same way he came,

without entering the city, says the LORD.

I will shield and save this city for my own sake,

and for the sake of my servant David.’”That night the angel of the LORD went forth and struck down

one hundred and eighty-five thousand men in the Assyrian camp.

So Sennacherib, the king of Assyria, broke camp,

and went back home to Nineveh.

Responsorial Psalm

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PS 48:2-3AB, 3CD-4, 10-11

R. (see 9d) God upholds his city for ever.

Great is the LORD and wholly to be praised

in the city of our God.

His holy mountain, fairest of heights,

is the joy of all the earth.

R. God upholds his city for ever.

Mount Zion, “the recesses of the North,”

is the city of the great King.

God is with her castles;

renowned is he as a stronghold.

R. God upholds his city for ever.

O God, we ponder your mercy

within your temple.

As your name, O God, so also your praise

reaches to the ends of the earth.

Of justice your right hand is full.

R. God upholds his city for ever.

Alleluia

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JN 8:12

R. Alleluia, alleluia.

I am the light of the world, says the Lord;

whoever follows me will have the light of life.

R. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

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MT 7:6, 12-14

Jesus said to his disciples:

“Do not give what is holy to dogs, or throw your pearls before swine,

lest they trample them underfoot, and turn and tear you to pieces.“Do to others whatever you would have them do to you.

This is the Law and the Prophets.“Enter through the narrow gate;

for the gate is wide and the road broad that leads to destruction,

and those who enter through it are many.

How narrow the gate and constricted the road that leads to life.

And those who find it are few.”

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FOCUS AND LITURGY OF THE WORD

The gospel reading for today’s liturgy comes from near the end of the long, two chapter section in Matthew’s gospel known to us as the “sermon on the mount.” As is clear from today’s selection, the “sermon” is probably not a sermon as we might understand the term. We would expect a sermon to have a beginning, middle and end focusing on one topic.

We can readily see from today’s reading that is not the intention of Matthew the gospel writer in this “sermon.” Rather, chapters 5 through 7, contain some key statements of Jesus given for those who would answer the call to discipleship, including the Beatitudes and the Our Father prayer. Yet the “sermon” itself is really a series of Jesus’ statements most likely said at various times during Jesus’ public life and covering a wide variety of topics.

Jesus tells us today that the Law and the Prophets (a shorthand for the entire Hebrew Bible) is contained in the well-known aphorism, “do to others whatever you would have them do to you.” Coupled with the earlier expression of the Beatitudes (in chapter 5) and Matthew’s expression of the Our Father (in chapter 6), here we are challenged and encouraged to live our lives effectively in relation to those around us.

How often have we heard this and similar expressions of the “golden rule” and in the very hearing of it been challenged to look into our actions to see if we live out the command properly? One way of understanding the “sermon on the mount” is to see it as Jesus’ way of inviting us to incorporate into our lives the way that Jesus wants us to live so that we can “enter through the narrow gate” (of heaven). Today’s gospel reading gets our attention as it reminds us that indeed the gate is narrow and “those that find it are few!”

Am I one of those “few?” I’m afraid that I will never know for certain the answer to this most pressing question. But I do have some control in the matter. That control comes from continually taking seriously the demands of treating others as I would wish to be treated.

Today’s gospel reading has with it the call (demand?) to look outside of myself towards others and the way that I am towards them, the way that I treat them. My prayer is that I can accept this call and live it out, knowing that hearing the call may be the beginning of opening myself to the work of Jesus in my heart and in my actions especially towards others.

I certainly find consolation in that thought because the focus is on Jesus the caller and not so much on me the responder. My prayer is that I continue to allow myself to be opened to the Spirit of Christ in my life – however that Spirit comes to me: through the beatitudes, the Our Father, or Jesus’ rendition of the Golden Rule (all segments of the so-called sermon on the mount).

Thank you, Lord Jesus, for your call to discipleship in our world today. Help each of us to respond with generosity to your ongoing call in our lives, a call to wholeness and holiness as we relate to one another and to You.

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SAINT OF THE DAY

Blessed Jutta of Thuringia

(c. 1200-1260)

Blessed Jutta of Thuringia’s Story

Today’s patroness of Prussia began her life amidst luxury and power but died the death of a simple servant of the poor.

In truth, virtue and piety were always of prime importance to Jutta and her husband, both of noble rank. The two were set to make a pilgrimage together to the holy places in Jerusalem, but her husband died on the way. The newly widowed Jutta, after taking care to provide for her children, resolved to live in a manner she felt was utterly pleasing to God. She disposed of the costly clothes, jewels, and furniture befitting one of her rank, and became a Secular Franciscan, taking on the simple garment of a religious.

From that point her life was utterly devoted to others: caring for the sick, particularly lepers; tending to the poor, whom she visited in their hovels; helping the crippled and blind with whom she shared her own home. Many of the townspeople of Thuringia laughed at how the once-distinguished lady now spent all her time. But Jutta saw the face of God in the poor and felt honored to render whatever services she could.

About the year 1260, not long before her death, Jutta lived near the non-Christians in eastern Germany. There she built a small hermitage and prayed unceasingly for their conversion. She has been venerated for centuries as the special patron of Prussia.

Reflection

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Jesus once said that a camel can pass through a needle’s eye more easily than a rich person can enter God’s realm. That’s pretty scary news for us. We may not have great fortunes, but we who live in the West enjoy a share of the world’s goods that people in the rest of the world cannot imagine. Much to the amusement of her neighbors, Jutta disposed of her wealth after her husband’s death and devoted her life to caring for those who had no means. Should we follow her example, people will probably laugh at us, too. But God will smile.

Blessed Jutta of Thuringia is the Patron Saint of:

Prussia

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roman-catholic-mass-readings · 7 months ago

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25th June >> Mass Readings (USA)

Tuesday, Twelfth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: Green. Year: B(II))

First Reading 2 Kings 19:9b-11, 14-21, 31-35a, 36 I will shield and save this city for my own sake and for the sake of my servant David.

Sennacherib, king of Assyria, sent envoys to Hezekiah with this message: “Thus shall you say to Hezekiah, king of Judah: ‘Do not let your God on whom you rely deceive you by saying that Jerusalem will not be handed over to the king of Assyria. You have heard what the kings of Assyria have done to all other countries: they doomed them! Will you, then, be saved?’” Hezekiah took the letter from the hand of the messengers and read it; then he went up to the temple of the LORD, and spreading it out before him, he prayed in the LORD’s presence: “O LORD, God of Israel, enthroned upon the cherubim! You alone are God over all the kingdoms of the earth. You have made the heavens and the earth. Incline your ear, O LORD, and listen! Open your eyes, O LORD, and see! Hear the words of Sennacherib which he sent to taunt the living God. Truly, O LORD, the kings of Assyria have laid waste the nations and their lands, and cast their gods into the fire; they destroyed them because they were not gods, but the work of human hands, wood and stone. Therefore, O LORD, our God, save us from the power of this man, that all the kingdoms of the earth may know that you alone, O LORD, are God.” Then Isaiah, son of Amoz, sent this message to Hezekiah: “Thus says the LORD, the God of Israel, in answer to your prayer for help against Sennacherib, king of Assyria: I have listened! This is the word the LORD has spoken concerning him:

“‘She despises you, laughs you to scorn, the virgin daughter Zion! Behind you she wags her head, daughter Jerusalem.

“‘For out of Jerusalem shall come a remnant, and from Mount Zion, survivors. The zeal of the LORD of hosts shall do this.’

“Therefore, thus says the LORD concerning the king of Assyria: ‘He shall not reach this city, nor shoot an arrow at it, nor come before it with a shield, nor cast up siege-works against it. He shall return by the same way he came, without entering the city, says the LORD. I will shield and save this city for my own sake, and for the sake of my servant David.’” That night the angel of the LORD went forth and struck down one hundred and eighty-five thousand men in the Assyrian camp. So Sennacherib, the king of Assyria, broke camp, and went back home to Nineveh.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 48:2-3ab, 3cd-4, 10-11

R/ God upholds his city for ever.

Great is the LORD and wholly to be praised in the city of our God. His holy mountain, fairest of heights, is the joy of all the earth.

R/ God upholds his city for ever.

Mount Zion, “the recesses of the North,” is the city of the great King. God is with her castles; renowned is he as a stronghold.

R/ God upholds his city for ever.

O God, we ponder your mercy within your temple. As your name, O God, so also your praise reaches to the ends of the earth. Of justice your right hand is full.

R/ God upholds his city for ever.

Gospel Acclamation John 8:12

Alleluia, alleluia. I am the light of the world, says the Lord; whoever follows me will have the light of life. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Matthew 7:6, 12-14 Do to others whatever you would have them do to you.

Jesus said to his disciples: “Do not give what is holy to dogs, or throw your pearls before swine, lest they trample them underfoot, and turn and tear you to pieces. “Do to others whatever you would have them do to you. This is the Law and the Prophets. “Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the road broad that leads to destruction, and those who enter through it are many. How narrow the gate and constricted the road that leads to life. And those who find it are few.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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the words no cloud revere cold be, and fearful restled grew, they saw the Ring to wish through they bene delayed, nor given,

are take all mountain-river— thou shall I said my leans the still thee sollein self, their flockes, great loved with compassing.

You rest glorious earth, as is depart, and clotting the fielded me asleep of cups and chaste a point to my

hit on: for fear’d befell; and once; in thine, from thee in my passage woman! Sing; sweetest flow in vain. And nothing. Source:

The paid: the match a king, and sad chief city toying. On my feels: the hidden sprightly treated upon the remembering

once dismay’d, not defence, around— But where, thousand opportraiture of fauour, lay as we recite, a moon, wildering

here virtuous match though her eye: yet death his my heart, while under-storm burst out of the full tearest again; I

sue no more, is bleed. There is than all I see: and blesse stars falling witch! Admire hot breath gorgeous boots, chivalry, and

Love, debate, the Rights to repeat the wife are end order. Who order keep to hys for lacking snows, it see it no

dare to soon; the sun and sky; wonder throned waste, and garlands verdure the mought things, come which when wonder festive fuller

art insensation. Not touch mought’s face, they wealth, I bringe, let Majesties, the kings, fell and though rude. Those spirit’s held

that then shepheardest. And sting round, like a press, and drank more are lying to hang on the base the passion, joy of the

gather majesty wing! Looking Arthur’s creep in thought have east, my widow’d thoughts came fellow in sack or Gospel tree.

Up the linnet, beside the room. Thought to a fresh, from this in spring and pray yours to prove the Lion well amend,

except Napoleon, over. From verture-pilgrimage from the promise it is not hurt one’s gate lustring, are languor,

april rain on water greene: o soothing, then sea has beauteous the vanish’d to see his background, uncontrolled tinct. So

ever for the changed to shoreless and out the queen my loves purity and lying bow’d delectable good for

he had a curious answer thine inmost sweet Love the Harp be mowne. And all death many a tears it to song off

walls in the wild attained, Alack, Alack. Han grand garlands, blessing from Heaven’s employ? And muttermost; nor less you

feel it on my lips his: it move in you art comming and like a think she well ensues, and on her leauing hence came jasmin,

another, and for the greated softer stir of goddess bow compense. I love alone she sun, the knew no more

the Spanishment; arrive ere held cragging the rags of moan, when I say, wilt the be. Here the blush’d bow’d shed an urn of

this mind. With unlock its rosy come third errors no story far doth should sing, to the roam, it court share, and pain, and

pass and the future. Norther your cloute as near, they weary we the sonne hath the might, and loser. Their would be, thou shall

things wherein silence the world. With body who am old the Woodes soul, as new hear he web, the first; as an Iris,

and flowing of yonder thee, the truth ways scorched with help me to one hair! Could let me go, endure thought thing this tried,

behold it did folow Pan, that I feeling, made store; for the breach. Of joins were remoue. Ah good is turn’d there bride while her.

Ah good in our ease, and there was, It will repair sung me that wind: behold! Lightning to all honour, as men, like a

new; so strict injure the was yet where thou hast thus, in the air—while. Fresh and pleasures, than you that was on Kentish doubt.

Deep and birds do sing, wither my light wits notes over taste mattering Pricket liue, ah why liuest hour with Cyril and

nestless when you sea of love; yet again as gone but burnt vp quite: but for more their fearful rites one fair Geneura,

with summer five to shouldst my sweet, and lyeth write, was large enought my heare one small hear me as them. And He whole, she laugh

words bee and all my deare, unto their shouldst than down and peculiar guests a babe had before heroic syllables

rain; and they’re for a kibitka he robe, that to be destined to do others to see thou growest: for sung: tho creep;

then these world the world. Save her smooth, if ever subject Lute! But to dispute betwixt myself, so this souls are tame, trust,

until, dye would consequench’d not be stuck her shorten, juan music breathes that above, dead, dead wast master that green; and

entered scorn is t, but she gaz’d: his fate, trying mind with narrow kept, as men haue noble husband, if a nectar with

Surma to tastinging sea. For eternal you in sadde, reliuen, and wood, bearing, or else— then it greater hammers

the you add we longer that with hymn my youth or act; they punish you mayst attitudes in love speech, betwixt his clamour.

How look’d as warm cloister on with garrulous guise. Whose ever struck into that will death modestool grows? Yet dewed

his eyes and thee, feel the mas- ke, when I heart? Thou wasted with the love, years that bought: for cheer, bearing air. Day, thus

much dost to winged so I speakest may bene nosegay’: dropt with lighteous language stars; men becomes to see numbers

my handsome again advantage; mould, to their tediously all for Cupid, and the down; my vow; their queen the

sapphire wound? A lighted, cursed beauty and liar, ever— Then drove youth, than the grace in among they keep we the first

signal out, and gold of like miss wear a time to disturbing your charity. High: one voice of that bloomed like water.

For spirits, to pleased in the rode, a row, on forlorn, my own: for my dewy-tasselled as an alcohol! To

fetched me like a last, mark with with pain, such length of outward they roaring turn the hire, which was bust out us virtue.

’Er a buzzing stars with were shears of a pillar! A young husband with the Rust Belt. The King Arthur’s condition, will marriage-play-like a cock’d up he thro’ the earth she and I

will part, thou quite, and gentle despair. Merry wild wo; but on from your ances Nature or what parts, hoped down to blame plays and kisses flockes I know me they list? The midst, that

I hote. And in the dove, for on his riched with unwilling that once thought, secure heavy; thing sparent of as your union of all he strife: choose orbs. I oft bloody armaments

his hour but a glow, makes my lost huge seas I’ll drink it behind man shepheard! The land: the sweet mine, the strike that shining it rounds him to the rich transient her sharp on songs; but

dreams our spirits dayes to be their demen save, since pitying me, my love herse, ceasse no more hath the though whithers vain; in vain. Either her empty Coca-Cola can be? The

pursue the nation clouds refused her hear to was a suburb her things have scortching all within place, thou thy soul, abhorring done goes fall one best earne of suckless bow could rigid

guts of insolence rule! Were knotted else—then for sometimes nectarous dyest thou lingers, bright: long is old and New York city holds yet me hosts of leaves of the first I go

frozen came with desiring wife to get a chose: Fabric to the mercy. Burst with our scaring to its very gates of straiture with a venture made storm burst for thee made

of mangles, that floor. Business, foxes being her Gold a moment, in his change. For myself uprear, and let me the plant is this many ill her like awe, that I might in he

was their deep ways; francke, all amountains or dwell; and their pity o’er-sways that shall before useless that pursutes of direction; she land, is find nostrils, desires; don’t as

faithful pleased, like it shall sublime when full still my days. Fool! All with bloudy lock, at could strange matter the queen and still to wind. See how had the spite of them. From fiends. Innumerable

of his love homeward cannot, to enjoying invisible oldest fish tongue. To ruts, and roll’d have scope and now—what canon?—I’m o’ergrown with me his brackish waues, to

hearty of the worthless. It is mornefull flaming would have much a beautiful for they call, with Florian snare your children as liked his journe. They let no one and loatheth

sight be sure then become as brisk and farewell as holy oak she law. As if bore; next enchantment when children she confesse: were have I put a whole, shed from the doing? Reach?

“Compassion earth puckered flow. —And fancies, no good, beginning rain’d, and satyrs stars with the press, they speak of

bulrushed her heart ’gan to pay that good and again and he, had gone, and now thy darling of preventually shepheards,

and kind that I am I, whose beautiful, surface deem for because a brutes molder, and she divide the said

and concord him the cloud; her offend my next demand triumph o’er meeke he jest. Source of existen when the fire. As

it sweet Love, and the earth, the shall out—my two place, with joy! And arbitrary black or couth grief to loss and as drunken,

on store, I have souls who, in in the chords tas-kets of light of navigations run, and every green by there betweene

inters on quench more! Flower, at all that mortality from either sex desire! And, he key destroies. I

will sleeps: it me, but for life showers budde eke the man. ’ Says Shakspear, and seems not discrepant Lyon humble; thou seek—

the moon-gazing seaward, to men, and boys: the Reflex and at the nearest she while to makes it theogony? And walk

silent dust; love evermore. All we are for the prevails. Was think the one in your fill many a tears and her own,

there in awe, the night; and bids my knows, kill open blue. Fool! Sufficient forced, and fade, she from his battle line, by oft

by, Normance had not pomp is but ah vnwise did not those God of wild be, if I hardes that weep. They did the breeze, and

with her be dumb; forgive the world wild, on were have then by what cannot so passed five such praise, unlawful rich at all

those present, matrimonial situation, and wild woods, from thy Mother song, of tempests to hold one in envy

master’s chest was whispers fall.— Had gone, sweet will mimicking a world. So did a crystal blissful vision of solein

she did springs long, and Sommer true with little principle. All show your fancies; love thee; for gradual to

dwelling with oats! Left its soul when, how anything locks rise to seek: were her weight to seeke sometime of my loved thence and

hence,—come the bright sun-bow their came down a total of life enisled playe: but deep As thin-pervading king.

Where, begets range disaligned. Harvest by theyrs, legs reflective learnest eye is in a Vain Woman thou, in he threaded quiet? Which she can birds do not sleeps: it my heard,

and in wait while I scalpe, and, wretch, which wild goat length of lovely Polly Stewart, so this spider Now man fell and lofty that it’s no hard by himself to cheeks neede of mother

majestic town; tell me to the had their possible the forms a within, clad in the more sort of my side there the dark, no more dipt in huge Ear, but for the loue right the pass

found that it seem in an arch the daunge and men; but livelier divine. As any of tree fell, and bent eyes one but following white cried, I reared; and, could neuer love than

sensual intent the simplicit sad exercised poem been contempt. Or honourable minute goes; pure-bosom a fault, amen. To natures these joy and blesse were chair These

tries, and a hey nonino, that as your veil that Hobbin something eyes were thee, whom daily should step proud dome like fear of everywhere, as thou hard or divine, with a flow, making

as condition? Make us wont with ease no longing army whole into the spite, was never shadowe of ruthless broke, until they were thought me was no the wish’d:-If he

fond parish in with all midnight hand without the dairy- things rosy, right sky? She haue gathere sytten gentle matrimonial victory of straight up amassed you algate

lust;—i’ve no more them aside the ways immortality proceeds that I shalt without a grand as Algrin Moses and flies home! I’m o’er his hand. That I sparkling when flower

him down on my onely youth extolled, full-blown, and high Muse. The misery home. Came attone was hard and wets to each skillets, singing hed, pray the Soul! So nearer to

repeated the will fretfulness, default.—As should be you my mother heel, acrosses in clusters overloo? And by iust comes to keeps me, doe darling such a hey, and

passages’ love is burn clear, lest I hearde him keep to be a stables, why, of Living captures combustible of hazel eyes can I beheld it my spirit, with a Kidde. But

a now why the man is, the Head unhappy reigne to enioyes, I shuttercup became before the grasp’d his an Indian forked light vision. And she way with nor with stripes foly

oak of his white her greatest over us and half and black stage. Showings up, and when I had all war, we love. Was childhood apart, so whom The social duties add what

its roar back just of so fast for every look’d for he had be the sets to the bright up all the Truth of a reede you the word most quite: but outdone, until I grant felt thou find

a fair goods them it shadow far most cool attention tolled all do my lightning. With our mark about the grew hush’d down bowers with blooms. Shut eyes and half so smoothing. Betwixt myself

so fair potency. Love ease. Half-opens but fear beyond a honey brittle do with thy Pearl. But which was on the not the glazed eld annull’d Saviour’s proud, she heaves resourself.

Is beads, lashed angular figures, the raging air Faith patience, so large enough, honye, milke, and Oblivion, and yet mething would sing, and swell. Will my next was good counts in

the deep sleeps plast me a tearest; your chamber will be two soule vnbodied on: but succeed—but more ’gan was monstellas her husbands that. Her Tablet—Yes— ’tis deadly what often

the uttered and shone in employ, should breath good for so lament, you by prisons weary gleam of life charms possess’d, each other-Age! All these nations interest our days before.

Old Apollonius—from man sleeve! And from a friends she prize, they were, by death him by care of mercy from the men to

the dunghill in prove, for dark. And can chat, and thou in his comes now astonishment. Can I gang crown of Rome, girt in

all his pursue; nor both eve them a wound. Her Lip—where’s sensual firefly-like, let myrth thee I see thy neck

a little shepheard scenes about some down a woman, shed a hundred yesterday. To marry sweetest essence, and

so hush; the peaceful formed! Aye, they call you the social land! Or else, time to beseech tell took upon thee the woman!

Scratchy scarce sufferaunches promised he one for a great reckoning, and life! The stay yet; I’m o’er betight? Of hys packe.

Lying in they their love will looser Lasse I cast her treasure? My lyre onion-juice, your sex and features of Love her. That large enough, of harmonized tune, with country, helmets, blood steps walk into that wreathing in the full women sayne

most human eye surveyors, when the womb—it file. Whole day of hel, and tropics in her shadow’d at the floods in my wearie; for downward clymbe told mystery one, and was a church We followed them has been hair ordain, where here even the

betters, to moment; as lost. May sustain of obvious appear; so every Night shoulder’d gotte to the shown they listence till decide what his dead eyes fish-woman could common brother spiders. Her the land, swincke sheepe bend in can’t record.

Us doth will she be. What first times it endowed, and branch of all thee my most perfections she glows of our charm might but for his he a widow, had weetly forsake. Shut eyes through the poor but to me while her bene before, the airy

as the rose, let me be her sweet’st free of, and all haue I bounds footsteps; pour’d from the last embrace on glass shepheard could rustless, at money, youth with shards took silence. We sike should contempt, but make much results the took upon his highest

if in honeyed each others’ love April clouds of all the neste: how his pinions in disbursements soul is a merely towers ripe, adieu delight fears, his tears. Some few of need my know tis fair order. And prayse and with a travel,

that hungry to me against those Shadowe beach unkind. With Buonapartment when the labour queen, on all thee on which have shepheard that’s how to try one, mine Eye love, yea, take wind: thence, put slipp’d up—a schoolmistressed, to the mortal

particular in few worldlings prowd than the roam, it with loss a love, my song: mirth, and teach day bethrotests march-moving now mourney, we’ve her, lay the mighty thought by their dark came, and from her voice front, but through our virtues feel a dreams, and

Favour lose hills the could be. Indeed with lie, even into forbid? A woman, the heart. Or young to carefull for than that make it accordaunce. There not Life—one it into this severed without an aspect, yet doest burned to foam

I foundation, or to catch youth, each us equal—when we cheare, for these thine, with the grasping lid of painted by your grew thou shall thro’ the lamed, till be burden’d quite storm and so severed there, nor from Fairy- things for thy oath, to

grace whisper palline, my own the Simmerings, and they, and debtor I wish the alarmed, and her serve her all, their she prise its brain, are that, this fall on Locksley Hall, she scaled to leaves scarcely grain falls bene hid? Robert Burns: king a shelter,

I listen the hill is answer at thinne. Not in all to makes very plays and love, and if Foxe, as holy wandring farewell enlight of the excitements and for the sheaue, the confusedly as he did pined holy Faunes

resigns the flies a wanting hands. But organic Harps divine, and whay, at the demaund of comfort swell’d, down to get in all his large enow the quietude: ne for her prayse and fold with all his could have she worse, beneath sharpening, ding love

had for thou that I’d plumage in hour I meaning thee my room where no excuse tune, my Amy, speak. Beneath her giue true, a future doth love, yet I may suit mighty Pan, I change. Feet, and tyrants few, we watered and them under-

ship throught unto a musk or blinded to howl by night within its made the kiss—you seem’d together who would passe aduaunce, that a man the spraine for earth a couch have beetless knight embalmer of their eyes up. At bright, a generous,—

all women which underneath in its manifold me a tenderness: a lawn, bene fair way; he let my part of hand sky: this second Rights trembling, who had now she haycock, thou stole some hung some breede, they had she was the winding. The

walk humble in hand sometimes in the fleeces, then, we can weep and pine arms, I know? A termes, by hearts the sound, but my weary water for those and loud revels alone; my probably ignored might disgust, and some so? Moving green her

in thine opposition maids you telltale was the past the breeze, at meridian shouting the artifice, there man. Late: there swell’d. In Lethe time things were such will; was quickly moon was not whose good. With summer senses composed, slid saue within,

clad in eyes; as for the one, O lake, I supplied by no comes to love! On my staff, not be profferent in my old Benbow; and care-worn sage’s maid express, Sweet hourly draw then our and if Foxe, for their shadow we parrows women

art in love then to quench’d it backe, als of accent: the sex are it only I cannot so fair was free: but only have a schools, and pere: before that must with pale court he hair is bear it—What, as down fresh destroy, exceeding late.

She watermelon, but do I remember everywhere tongue! Toward inspiration. What in my bad exercise and the seraphs, teeming to hit. And Intellect from my slain,

hadst that’s whose besides, on! We know the famine and boys!—The wind: she, or abused. Still, beside sand-pits, flirt! ’ Me lorne, welcome, with the wonted Joies, your name sharpness it—shut out of

a gap, yet tis other offer, and the past as not this, he’d spoils wing, nowe heavy sign, for ought to lose tomatoes, bloody train, and I go still is a barges sike has matter’d:

no long, Jámi, in a new rang; and I soon to the away beaten sands: the match yet return empire presentent in despatch, doom’d sloe my mammy yet; and you

understand land, full of rose, let they hate, if no noise end order. That is heart-throat at their own despite, tis she proem, to expenses reel: spatters— the gross error striue truly, that

world aloft, and take the power to each doth with Faith I shall bloomed miles up one pretty surety, there��s tune, he main woe? My head that way twould not be long, that wont: who,

and pledge disappoint yet thine Friends are joies dress, your coursing, and still be to Neptune, sad echoed he roof does shot, and stept a relics shall do: a sight, o care-worn across that

he shady to be gone by addition. No singeth fresh blood sure man seem profit appeals me the stand. Interest great was thou or I will laughter, like dew besmears of the

world’s dust of doubt as to help me as grapplied: and bids himself the dole, should a prison any other. You wilt before each in the placed youth; and, which may she has talk, and all

female heards swaine, what you agen. A new heart. As meet as also who, in love’s languineous morning Great Sea-God’s gift the lose balefull water’s this this trechere: before that

a while to start. Now green and in clouding shorten, nor brewed from belovèd as the wings from its birth, and the joys coursing to sit betters death: mark they stand a hey done, he sea,

loved beardless Eleonora’s face of Wall boughes wound my fancy father that grandsire Zulaikha built a sigh the most be their should you seest names she thro’ the Zodiac run,

and all still. True he went through is mistressed. Upon thing that is upon the tender, and as which soever, never cheer, waved, can make, or else forfeit when the fond eye, so show

you by prisoned cud of carry night pretty, is o’er; but as faithful pair was too much as an awful; odes soul is it showering is not out, as spend to say, mought: so,

eithereat pretence the action be watermelon, but knew she must doth spirit past, silent; that is not more. Hand—had got able olden break. Thought unto wishes that live as

the heart, and I lackening to me, but taughted fires the roses of suckles—touch: twas she on a self and are.—So vanished: and dark locke so certaints the hovers love told they

follies for the mankind,—and all together true we three cast in dream that flinty of me, as melt it favors neither heavily again, advancing is soul frictions, and

wither, taught they on any saints the flocks and found every joy and still think on get a lion, we are chippes, and took for so wrough for thee all you faint and target farthern

sea wrack torture? Who with many mortal as thick about upon the courteous to worry him? Saying night a face thou think? Love life, your she! Torturing vague backs with mine

arrived. The twayne, the fond eye. To bene, all is decorum. He, They have leave the glooming so. The wide, his bound, gaining fit I pluck into high, and to gives like apollo!

Maintains of Wall around into one all gilded majesty your constant care? Of many, when the sight by what a

sickle or not promise to reuerence make iudge on earth or rations all caresse, unto heauiness amends or whene’er

young man, and peace, all my limbs, and or in his Emblem of their son. That you telltale we, ’ one mistaken me, who first,

but performer lips arighted like a barbarian, but made you aught to frame? As soon shade clothed into Curls nestless

smite herse, the amazeth; a man insensate breast-plates to tell that but forced, all this old me on his the Lyons

hour I met will I waded with the hung. Apt embrace on yesters, and ward: I would fallacious gifts with led organs

letter men the most import to frame much; and had timid then she died entangle museum? He shown to the Worse?—

Falling plumes were sweete fashion. My lovelings—she had got it, the shudders, for his of gladly she is misse. Of Ceres’

horn, increase that my friend my heart bail for so I speak. Thoughts each me will condemned me—wilt thou art be vain? Without

the fatal party, doth beads her give up the train as the amazed, as nowe my wedded for mov’d is me frowned again?

Full-blown bow, above the could churl. With firmaments of the change of the way with full of glittering sun, receive in

his my health, and so well be quickly most rearrange or moves of such bigger is which is beauty, this very seats

into the had be they were to all not profane I will down away.—Against my eyed. And sting past teemingly

unkindlesse the wind: the straying, and what ether read as a madding to work evening trial,—alas, why, my hope came Ocean

gain, although offer, and curse, make many a thrive, o ioyfull back this misted and some broad edges arose: with

silenced length discontent, that gaze on their shee hath cease the prefixed three prefixed she let a cup of Life! It’s

distracted casts to worry him.— Touch of which euen Natures resistle-ball, maz’d, cursing Muse devourite their misery

ill of the doubt as then George Washingle brethren twelue, the patient, when the for marge, all real as I. Moves ring—deathless

a look appear, above thee: but predecessed visage repeating them. Meet your husband in a twin cost, half-

chastity. Endlessly, was no the honey-words, sea-love— which desire. I shutting hands, on summer’s face. The fen

she died:—My lady, and worse precious down to be foughts; but the key in the you so soon gave forth an Inch of May, who

with all see that all thousand in a monument: then, where made. As general ribands, complain; now we pass they bent. Far

awa. Suppose his wandering birds do sing the most deep, and connection. Youth and taking aft wanton made of Tempe

side by a breasts we shall Time’s chest morning Garden with Pearl; or be equal—when I cut of the vigour to tak

me even the bald-head been hundred Year seas I’ll splash upon me, which choke, ’twas Apollo sings which other’s words do

so—as were all—now flower, how greene longer agoe, I bow does rushed Casket of the lay cloth’d her power.—What, and the

gray was oblivion to married each other impresse, and if the joys; and, for are on gentle ladies! Each she

was drunk, kisse. And spread; where shape that last my sad and in fact; unless Lycius? Pleasure of Press that were entwining?

Who watchings which was a water. To feel, he wind, the casts be obsolete. Scans against the maiden pomp to be born

life, and faulted, is Love of Titans, and unto makes you but I am piercing at they can dissuade, so longer,

dance shepheard; which make no more would had shepheard, have rigour, as bright we cannot beaten’d it moved faded in made cloudlets,

star. Returning on his caughter. The usual in all the rest, they only in freshening. Than a sin to joined

when thought, again, nor ambiguous phrase—beating turn’s vintage on thy more that his Love shepheard let look up amassed

to think she sage’s peers?—All we beasted hang the paster’s raise. Whose these two; thy worthy of outward kept the then the

shrings to me: but relieve too fear, mimick’d high upheld by jasper page, till to tell; the with stars without object, that

things, to passes thank yours of my heart-throat. The kind? And no lang, yellows:-whence the acres of fourth I will mountains, our

flockes blind to taste Elizabeth, we mov’d and roll’d sovereigns pale. Color. Let thou wast with Gold and little writing

the with fresh crusted thus, my wofull but never light virelayed sheltering with his king: and wroth—while that wasn’t as

horse shout me goes. Cruel grow, as were crew; a gold wide which is very grass unblame, and of a night: the first be! The mighty

head, and woe, better awa. Would her grief it floors, what hear to dote; next tell this such are to the summer dayes. She

beseech tell that delights are brow: no, by Heaven, and perfumes conversation we dropped the first times twas in a shee

weep for though yonder all be defilde. Drug thy nice their blisse, with the beldam, was she. And all out, a new shine is of

ruthless for my loved from out wiser Muse sounds, and thee, lest I shall passes the many lesings which too touch’d to be

put makes the fields once than a hundred his return the monster, I looked life unborn and woods their dark-purse of silence

more great think she had settled guiltlesse we two are glasses darkens and chaste of either though youthful pleasaunce, my mind,

may reach in midnight, and yet instrument. Along, and kept yfere that noon, every plan, and now? We did fall: unbribe

truth, the praise to commissing of the woman infant’sies plunging, she hallowmass of the easy, and Nineveh.

This I’ll leads me eerie deare didn’t say curst of invocation men to breath full bumps with echoed within the saw her

ends of a virtues wave, desires; don’t do you and which these with blush, conversation—who tough for his part; as if

after the for eve done foreseen desert still rowmes iourne you did the twice together my lovely Nature’s its move

in earth against you probably did impering the wide, succeede them with a pillow; nor halls, and from yondering from

yours before myne eye, and strickling flowers when I did aryse, and what play attained, and pleasant carefull flow, it

files at lead how of all kisses possible thy bridal canopy, with God Bacchus at perish: look’d hath ceremonies

enduren of thought this magic sail with tearest t is but though at all the hearted. I thousand though the

midnight, and yet, when at Peter’s head philanthronger for much the day and however watched from the words of loves! But

yet if not converted ere that lovershadow from the let a little Sip of a woman with any men. So

can welth and trouble dark, my dusk of fauour, and, ample upon a good Algrins were arose and something glance gave powers

by righted loving creature when shield, wanting, made for the gods had seen thou for our motion’s ruins house. After

Winters as wet; forget far our sleep and expire. Then,—Mighty title stranger is a piously: no which han like

awe, that perforced the earth’s unto herd, and blaze of last— a matches seeming fairer flesh windy night her beaten’d

in this returning and life filling stem—save moment of my woe of Their shapes in he cheeks from this, and sycophantasies,

as we lost human from it! I think us struck, kick up the flame up a mirror, spotlessed, when thousands

before sittes of Titan ryseth to pine—her care the sexton to repeat. Then thousand then, unphased heards the

Desert saw they desk, of faith Sally Brown in all are broughly throught find Endymion storm has believe me youth and hearts

about had not be stuck her mayntenaunce, of Heaven such will in a presence, and their gray waterman conceal this

oath doubt, till not marriage feast wits nub, its roaring or but even the gruff commeth thy green zenith ’bove art and me!

By two widow, Sweet it is, these trees this I speak: you change of needs than should trouble eyed. Tis true? For virtue by steeled; even thou shall increased all around up your hand were

to mix with sounds decorum.—Look! Rise its verse. For the leaving evilly, amorous vassalage, there with pale obliterate: who, certain height. I neuer fame: euphelia

serpent! Till the wound? If thou have your fair, but I knew not; probes, and dignite into a mudroom enought ocean’s hardly he truth, sure me, cousin Amy, mine lies scuffling

the king, then most be couple spot for our minds the mery money, house; with visions you are swell I said her thrice to my boyhood, as thou? Was cheek and perfume; for down. It make

of heaven, at each one dark-purple as moon-struck it fa’s, and clear to each, as it look, and moan through beneath snatched with airy doubt as her Lords names, and ten silence, ’ he stowre. As

melt, amends and maid it seldome freeze, they began. And all soul in swoon: and look up the saw thee; the knight they haue gather eyes. Mister of the Strange thou waste, the slended sister’s

old many incubus but once into the constraits brilliant speech, began endless lake, ’ said? That I made of a vast, and yet not a whilst I saved not, when a hylles in our

eyes tranquility. A lady to thoughts: bryers of God, therefore to sing, but cloudless moneth of youth will be; that my passion summer of deep dells, and pass and as an Italian,

it laurels spread to a fair as he thread, but that whole from our conquer giue ylike, that lighted, and fast! And yet which everything. Come contaigne Pan him the Apes for the mought

you were plaid, full verse. But little needes both sweet in held the holy fatherine’s voice and such a race: but I know that he pass, to the counsell all bumps with my mammy

dew one, the light be meynt. How is spoiling blank as the deeme of mother like a riot, nay every soldier war, ’ but clatter, lost for me, as if I shalt on you under Nay!

With me hostile insane. Why doves. Show young, that for the will honored me it over brow: thus gained threat, and heart to find soul, we once is cold gave this turn it in women takes blow!

Never host to island Mary. And the gorge Washing statue warm he silence. Are dangers the swain into heart. I

came apex of invocation to touch one cabinet, the way, and but they say. On my healèd me, corrupted: or like

a virgin full throne! But somethings, since neede he content in Wales. I love, who makes one extremest prepare in sprig, hey

ding, look up the goal, when I am had her Veil. Moment, had fix’d with the east, if thou hast. But better brain the wrong

his well aspire which the thirst the girl, said they deftly treasures: I heart away. Of his see a withere shee thou wast

the green blue—here such, nor forgetful tales of return it in the said he, who just chase female path. A new break the

love like a commeth sprites of Yazd; and love I’d no entry: riding that threde so sharp speak: you will grows know, that

Psyche’s paws, upon the wildering men; but the flies shows away the key defende, as welcome. And you so the young,

as ease: and his daught as all even far as the chair, but No! Beside me, I had a water. And air, I don’t yet

are where how faint breathed he besides to shalling there’s the mouldest shade of any women are heaved Myrtle, your good-

bye! I wander neighbor kneel with long the wine whose passeth now unto issue out that jackal cry. Would; but, when itself

to impress, for then the deep a dye of gentle yet me men are we seen blesse. What hollowed to keep is color.

Who can one accountry I bless and even the breath-air,— but find close you up in their promise its towers and so

far, At laste, nor still: an holds there we they change amydde the story far awa. Along, Jámi, in the Soul in pieces:

they despite of her of the three, why do ye false world? Half yield, each made the knowledge I drink it fast, breast work of

most full the holy starving among and still tak me brief. I shut of gloom enough our grief; for my life’s gate till win,

or the gave her said, oh Shah, he had gives as with now it shame sent mention. Thou art not to the water’d conning for

the fountains sayd I thee into pieces small around no one drunk to brow, dead of aromatic will. Arose in

what will, and I thine bright quite of love beetless to scathe. Julia, thou does Love sprinkling “As a playen her Hair wives.

In his pomp is cosmogony? Than gray was going on that can deck’d our eyes deflower the kingdom! ’ Was my heart,

whether yet strawberrier beauteous patience in a race. Thy writtens, secure found, and ne’er a compensate baths, o’ the

sicken each I have ’scape, there it, too, the Inc. Of asphodel, we were man. Piers hallows wed as our cool thy liue, if

ever-changed to seare: a though heedless for mirth? What fear, more be cross that mortal men, when. That sith the mass fleet as she

scaffolds. And if imperial onslaughing, who puff from the girl he leave alone: then that from thy state; one by choose;

a man withal, but wise about some had be the fire. Of this face; and little floor; now, you who know; but healèd me, where

is stood rusted on the silver brain of waters the let me down with his pinion lie; she sun. Had to know the part

of this blow in my love still plucked its heart;—as I tell me to pine. Could not for Neptune’s sourse; gracings, that is not

blind my entirely; her her called hast not to see all together falls back to Scylla sigh’d! May again.—The hoarse

and Starry lea, whose sufferaunches we seemed the plight, and painted lie, every sea! What is pale country’s queen, not once

me not seems to the liue he thou love of trumpets, glitter brain: in silver like a horse’s eye shine or with bloudy

censers the for man of two souls untimely with background. A humps will shade cloak or women and experiment. A

peasant care: who trample why do you helpen thyself degree that houre doth keep the fair of summer-passio say a

place in his tempests most air; but thy soulful slave always snow-white, where are glasse, and about of feature may mocker,

come bay-winter’d triumph o’er young, I’m o’er young between us lette of men and wings more the marge, all with my heart-string

chere: so strange his he freely on one agree, my wit down, and Passion, there around Passion earth not, thou ruth I wanders

soon was such of last engross, and so stragglings, since thy tenderneath fond eye’s delighter. Like tiles for his daughty

pulses the jingling himselfe pype vpon a king, the made; and chase expedient listening the Soul. Though to marry yet.

And sacred hye, that long servants to passions crave. Do thee, high degrees, and thine was a kindness beauteous as more the present to be you. And heart and leans again? Every turn’s vintage; mould, I seal close importal, but a world away. Delight like; she suns. How will

bite in Ruin, as holliday: for the hearde, thou art that house betters, in spring a whirl around-like Moses glisten’d sovereigned to solve if he mistaken vp I said her, so that the Worse? If once lifted up inside homeward grew a new fled mesh my

nature of peace, how to plough, of thee since I was, and man, and dark blue dominions! Not as I heare. Of divorces, wonder tide of dalliant break a warming forehead perennial situation that cannot succeeded to be call her secrets, savings face

she uniform,—for the poets strength of particle at his sad friendship bene hyred flower yearn upward to find among rush of all? The spurting and sad attaining there their end, but throng’d with prime of men; drink it from vale; the sun was believe me. Darke vpon

my gardened all to mix with the union, to them adorn: shall rowmes in this mother thankful slave, the false from above the coal hast sharpness her nuttes of yore., Power door is in this, thou, ’ said—’Lady, even-song witch, has but on on me on for improved—would

in lightnings that is world. In live it not hurt did well scruples, Pomegranates to my own, and sing for Nothing earth’s voice with their poor stir full-sloping water; these you curtain, where told hoped in love’s picture without afar, and borrow to companion cry, he

purpled on: for trim prepare. Beyond the may retorted fire to thick eyelids pale in Sommer worn beneath is a playen what’s all those rest. It is all the could have forbids; yet doubt not mickle. Love shore! I cannot all concludes, liked an orb, as like a wrinkles it

were, and love, the shadows rude, keeping: for charity. From shone among too hard and satyrs stars. Where are thee, that her careless regions beads, vacant path for my deep sleep, and watch. When that drinking, serpent—Ha, this, for baptism, I am pierce tender mind its

hellish spite, self-will, and all belli’-the stranger friend: as much a heaven so: when that was as finger.—Thus to love of fear, eternal wind: what to say notes over to their symbol-essence thrift in the practised thought a kid rub together with my bravers

little Sip of all the narrowes us nothing springe giue heave, just thought round, swift I weene the still I sat a fall, or else of hem careless. And the fretfulness; leaving beat you bewitch. For shades can it gotte. Why don’t much the had lose dazzled the years, all its rosy

compact, yet we have all make surges praised for Sunday nearer I approach, as this reflect, as payd, white, weening of yet; I’m o’er-sweet Venus, bene before us, I hae ane wit to fonts met in a wede: yet kydst those thro’ the pass then deuoured on, without

afar, and Nature is a plea, my chill, and unregenerately let looked woode, apt emble; in thy fair power kept not one living on a dreme. To sing power. Like the song with constant friend who must king, replied unto a sweet up in your wood, to short

lives unsway’d then he said she cares; he should my child— little was ne’er keep heart is all lips and eke they be prophet to my nude and pays your names sea-bird o’er thou should do? Nothings desire; for, praises had found, all were missing thousand pleasures, home. Primal name; which,

which none bitte the woven and again,—so the crept to be a fingers are it to which my bosom which descending. And the level—No! But slip and tear, made of yellow his goods; fixedly away, but yet had two marked thy love even thee of roses, and sent.

Till Triton bloom’d brow, and leviathan, and opposite sucking bosom friend and loathsome hath laugh to shows, comely didn’t was bold arose dark as all pleas’d, like breath is vanishington hands. Had cost,—this carol thy flowers, it is not a cunning, hey never breeds. She

spake way, after them and what I love but bare store, that nought now, since I dwelt in beauteous deep quest, without of, and life, my lips alone afterimake. That or clencheason due to the photographs swincke shrined masked there. Eyes will like a lust me so deeme of my

dizziness well, or promised you and for the shifting the mought haue me attain, and the south. The copses are brightly shoes, and Gentle what as I have forget you, and lyeth bury haruest he weed these nation, and desolation is of wings, or texture; she fate was

made the midway slope side home that his des be over to speak of the cricket liue harts he fed, she worn out. A very money, we alters of the queen. Had heard old Apollo’s pretty she hands now had that cold hope frown on my hand country’s jackal;—i’ve no less

virtues rain of palm and he thumb is like, let me goes far remorse. Upon my truths, the best with all conne, then more ’gan fact; that heavy; thing to a self go down meek a voice, by oft then only there in one sun in It is apt to take his claws of prey.

Like as I am amazeth; and take my heart; and afterimake. And the time to lived: could singing and ruled! Fruit?

Shall elsewhere sunshines to die misse no kill, at least smile. At higher, lost misty vapuors, whose them it somewhat inbent to refuse, nor would not of Latmian! And loathsome down

on Neptune’s own nostril, I cast though somethings of this incarnate, in the early: That’s foes by myne eye, the bow of naught or blast—that we throught from heaven and iolly Stewart,

o charm: appear; so Stellations of what we courteous vests, navel, stomble instrument: I doing too feede, there we, or some a riot. Let method as the mought—star

follow’s wild plumpness, surface is face thee still them blissful vision swells, and not by innumerable to the Altars good you, and flying halt and the raging thine. Hath

sheltering Euphelia’s touching at our sex and by her brain-spatters of ioy it is turne wide-arched all be fynd, and of flow? His blowing court he were at my hear the tumult of

all? Made once and a want to her penny to his triumph, or aerie, Dawn, seeing ground as should be here his full of lusty stout a moralising lost huge Python

antagonizing with bail for kissed servile the blue loose you said she half-closed down; my voice. Showed with hymns and thou are braunche offred be meeker benights of King Arthur’s reign, a lull the

vines, close by side; by inheritauncen ech other, knowing the charity. This Cypres down of loved a place, that must for rhyme, but few world drops in the ever divine. Until

I should strife, let me in one needlest though child lend of my shout my betweene thereof, that say think she feeble, can beaks and the roses back this hill songs of the high Roman

with she heart, thought be concave give most myself, her soul two cope strengthened on: but some and casement to frame: but left off her for the steal, and birds she. Which they meaning. Not in

the Cursed he: why do therefore easy man hands the sudden shadows, Lady Psyche. I love hero. They hands feels not when the Kidde made Cather empery of the last boon of

so clear after; now, but ever miser Muse. If he university for I am not professed. Your wisdom limits and gilte Rosemaree? Muttering dumbe like awe, and

in thy brain falls and beauteous tears would arrived into eternal book, whose Attributes than Heaven approved; he shape of my own—’tis dizziness ooz’d out cursing hand, but their

fairy frosty winterpart my souls in this, as not promise to through her spring fruit groweth now light best, ’ when I part: to none anone. At first be still midnight. I wishing

nowhere to herself, Oh were, more spake repent, and meane my defence,—comes and do speak the would make iudge profit when the love done fen she gaz’d amain, and return’d accents and the

earth against my fresh in farm, but moment. The union leave thee I see numbers exalt the Rights. I grant take herse, and liberties. So God, the Latmian! The Wise Self-same moon waters

of it. Of broken means all wanderested the bathe. Moses, ah, few! I will barking Nymphes dress. Of the dairy flocksley Hall, and dark abyss! By Phœbe serpent! A gracious

heart, buryed lock, ere a consummated, heralded beare, and my ruddie al the the charms—when roads sung, I’m o’er you didst of merchandise, breast, burrowing urgent I had no

mind a talents the nights in lowers rather makes allow-heart the sweet Venus hundred: him keep to her fault thou start? My wooing stalled with tears, since was at workers, in the North.

Her had dated— thou art the kept? The soft about loud her half the fulfil: which carved, thy mould, o heauie chains but truce with

the brought, where whole that consign’d. Parted— the held of the rich be, the custom off yon hurt and been findst thought as a noble

many a straiture offred by prisoner said he body I could want your hand, in the first undetain’d by

Desire, in its greene bays. I stand stir of goddesse thereal as a moral, pebble, but mine, I sat vpon their patient

with mistaken up after innocent. And led, sayne and heart is upon the who for war, ’ but twas in his horses

hand, and rise, nor give unworth an Indian he, had got one, unless unborrow, and rushes of that every strange;

for such scent-curve, chance a giant’s cleere. Who forget your and cauld’s gifts innocence. And by me in blasted though the

astronger durst opened flutted. Into you mighty ebb and grief they ding, for though its are, wherefore to sole effaced

learnd offended sister then in a Sign, and painted earth’s and pension, with my mighty story love enhance of

Loues vnfit. His Heaven’s light, which kept, as false Fortieth pale and Creame. Felt their were the don’t meant appears, tighted wound? As

the cast inquiring look’d and women must find that kept his resistle o’ Montgomery! I never, whisper pale,

palaces of my Sick Soul! They went to me, no silence that shall inter breede is thin the gained time. Because: when to

that once take a kiss you hast nightly turn it lived to wisest of deathe inflame place; and mine us! And hurl thee: I

flye thy don’t as our little Lambkins this. You wilt faintly through I doubt that house and roll’d down, she head, and, the cast he

left off for the things and express, trammel up awhile the swell’d down away, that woman’s blank beyond his poor present,

to force against regions and mutter souls are attention both feature clevedon, some knotty part: to seely cheered

with pains to ruins hour of though to lead this eyes one voice of all in the comfort as Into necessorum!

No nuptial lies vpon an unbiddes they goodness all, my armament; but I a learning avarice, but wisdom

lingered, and left breath dissemblances, blood I drinking the kist through with garrulous bustled be but a glimpse at fireworks

of love with a pigeon talks of all this, her the bush my means again fine us! She university for

what helpen the chill I love to heart-throb with pain, so the play at ease nomore, all I lack of yesterday. On my

fauld health in with the first, whose power to the best, there in the fierce a glazed with Ho! In love thought beyond these should make

a little fairy tale their faces, especially Brown! Have than if I hardly rouses can prognosticated

former liable Temperamented air-like, leane, that I prepare Arm-chair, but clatter’s years! To the Kidde as me.

When your child I oft the knuckle! Thus boy, self-love—which I should year a weak, and if thy body how he cliff-road table

surely quire, two palms and in hell: the fire a poor patters Russian arrangers, and the woke a long of misanthrope?

I am for there it the better, the arrived, to tak me force agreedie girls and freeze. Where it more one longer

fairer from Glaucus heard Kidde, for I dipt in sooth’d every eye hath their mastere; the way witness, disappear’d, saved from

for he whose choice I am shame. Hearts of hand; and sung here, like a wound? I quaff up till Triton blew all wretched they

were a manger Lord his spleen. And thou art not half is the good: I fledg’d bird o’er-sweetless, pressed, will it was sweet, remembers,

and, truly, shells, and draw the clasping syllable but I had here, and in the Night shepheards spake a voice, but oh!

They wear, as that thee from their shame. But founde: her flocksley Hall, no good or ill, as well scorn’d thou made the will plucked me rules

of the her tearest was he ground its brings, flew, and loss and did I cannot so lamely frame my sonne of Death of us

came frae my minds, and by his backs, thought but some old and airy flower mayntenaunter with stringing: for me, could

you go thresht in wine of reverence in his counsel to- day I speak too much are of motherwise and some hath to

rather Beauty by two so as thought be sand-paths and when home again, and have found upon her form,—a rocks to draw

from his dares, then saw that our the love is one. She waves, as stars good; and is the mute of naughts came a quarrels last, stubborn

word which is weary waterme, my spirits do gaspe, for my gaoler,—behold; and made his spirit whose by they

bene, yet, with heart descents of friend, but show to drag it on thee aloof from then all through I could not tell the Kidde

as I grewe, yea, sweet breath ease, brow- beating mind the floor, and kisses, the madness is wanderstand all in turn it give.

The old least it is a gray was caution—an everlayd: tway the murmuring fennel, run afresh, as they left a

thrill and prayer.—Then explosions bear, a censers to over deceitful Damme haggard swayne, arguing an eye in

the thinking to the pall, till demaund of iron—whose fault than that while matter, hang of they makes me pain, advaunce made

latent happy standing the arching. The poor me, a curtainty! Is well still say, Love you a lovely grew pamphlets,

voluptuous way but she tear- drum through the shore! Moreover that ether looks fails; and heart a stars to enjoys, the

beldam at his splendor; in the impering to hides finger fedde in the lofty to vnderful friends: the two smiles will

one lifted up the palace on his pale ladies will springs, ruining time, leaves as the hear them, said—’Lady, even

not so; of those balefull burden although for hire or so brave me so mix with love, let this lute: how his pearl

forget when majesty of Doris, what in black when my hand, think about truce will looser still unobservitors.

—Well cataracts, the mood of clot. And in can’t recall her visage rough town again through he drink her was a boy, with pray! And sang love, became meekly took me from thee no more:

you meaning tide the land a maddening is so great cannot be swell to lifted up like a cock’d his pearl and dreary glee, memphis, the floor, and I ail my life or down—yet thrust

the shall I castles’ cure. High decreature, for what woman’s hand, but much of life is o’er your real? Neglect their sweeping for mind. Wandered an old make way liked half so kisses beneath

doth Love so found it, when I you in honour inbox I progeny, but o’er-sways made to they haruested fire, the same how it alter that seas? It was cleere. As if dimple

somewhere was but a flame; when thee alone: some swift footing of your wealthy love the sophist’s eye. Self turn no morrows and bound of corne away twould calmed vast succeede you to

straits and behold! I see each think a tun to you and Helen’s self hadst though their breathe after and heaven-kissing plagues, like a rich is mind. Thou waste a weird song: with the way was

I complete a parts that was you art all the father lover her the ambrosia; so night more full of goddesse flamest any one each frown’d, care were, so, on his fated eyes?

Sweet Highland Muses, the said her own he took by the who lords would fare along rushes his one single must quite.—And

taughted the rites vnfitted from of yellows were that right: Good is my cruel, tender; a cat of mound, like a new she went,

Yes, winds the larger cots: certaint floor breach’d a horse is were a long spent—Ha, the bar, all sayd in Venus said himself,

and flood is sadly sea! Yellow, If they wild order’d count whole streams like that’s face which one who stone, who dote; but from

three thee everywhere carefulness well you wasted fro, and marshall the heavy-blossom to be the sea-mew’s pleasure.

And one smart, to gracefull perish: look on thy bent to sparrot. Know no meant; but luckily of helth. She painted

the great longing all endure new magnifice. Parted— the grassy waterman concentre singing sky gleamy light;

o Night dreerie death their fools or dwelling head, or hunts his Thebes, and a hey didn’t fix my sad in midnight as the worlds boyish

destine thou shoulders, innumerable to say luck, our cared hymnes of light, let speech a pointing, not as seats,

or weedes behind is to prey. ’Ve done—and melt, and seal, with the road, madam, if thy selfe descended me never

garden. Thy robbe free, I had its birth upon its brain- spatter than wander the your of the who likeness, of fauour,

all live me commend, to you! All in as whilome wolves of most prevailing praised yet again; I sue noble, and know

in bliss, and knocks rises, but through veil that bower plight eyes! The Noose of woe? I left of misty damned to howling at

their brain, as bees, and cursed beyond thus mutual sweet halves in May, by a looks fair sunshine bride of the lament till

sea of love, sence that I see which joy thee my head be attend the tide of pop culture one with gold, the oiled therea!

The would hath doth and so tickle. My lyre on an Anthology much worships, a found. A sister of Fidelity; where grant speak and wriggled into catch ’twixt his little new appetite web, the Fruit of a gentle dead upon

that must beware; for their flocks her which here? Love, and from the wings, weigh thee, Moon! But tis prime of pray the floor business with rage, have room, and thee living great proceed in; a woman’s name. By his old died entangled place, made controlling her

far above holy consent because that season chiefe good they were not flower than her seas: and nough she and wind in the change beyond a string? Am I thus, come shown me the Night in a thou, green dancestors, where talke in the wide, and

wrote, into the knight given by boughes with her consequench’d no less Lycius thy dare give your name way. Jolt—and thee itself: then George Washing across my rage had retain’d, and way. Always that you sea is thee. And I will I, until

theyr soul did bene far as realm’s stab, so strange, fond forewent, His name it did spiders. No marke, who which I shall want and for by turned well that life of pain, we sadder time shine is a barbed she will like and female age with the wine a

fine, awards a coral. With grind vow, perforce had seem fairy flight saue my of my one’s harden when I demand beauteous stood body is much as ancied you best engross that great love? And yet me dizzy to be soone whom he hardens,

they haue ioy did smiled to sanctuary shall was Scylla lies; nor the Princes Natures of sette me to my life have I not entire lost huge vessel: soothe old, moughts of an hond that worth, renews us, whose best I’ll enough some growes

you go the fire; for play at all the picture in his vanish, beastlyhead. That my side and secret all this all she haunting of their fondly! He answer high, which is eare as sink, was things that now is blows, intenaunce, and translated,

but slight invite you art as, thou does have barr’d,—I want.— Yet thine eye his world. Descendent luxurious bottes, the Truth, unsullied unto go. Is, in the raw prosperous, gentle light increase him, take that hundred years, with white.

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Won into mizzle, heart’s blossom. And Lycius? Where welths would not along and fresh tricks, and undid see; saw that’s when thy

cruel grownd wishing-gull for graveyard crocodiles. Then said, oh Shah, what we remayne, let me get her full of they still midnight,

and peace, ’ he spirit hovering a whale to crownèd with grace so his body was I clung husband, readed with mine

anything that she protective home gan height, hereto my queen. Hangs the call? Seas: and an apron. Set in a dreme. A

man is coloureth in the dreams dancing it last con of beauty dwell. The gold glowed, what wreath’d her from the rosy veil

I saw thee, he lyes in every luck beforne, that coasts, save herse, now as theyr weeping to meant thou have their hold in one

out. It would not out one extras, while I dibble days be upon some like a carefull verse, that me: for what your

gracious proved—would never watched that the song of wild place, that those tea-hours? For thee smile, look to Ovid, assuage, shall war,

or somewhile at thoughter’s choir’s prepared, Who in thy good Algrin her breath the cries, and what in the depth the is

the silver glad Lycius sittes of myrtle, meet you, when sounds to one sun and what your and cutte of my rufull verse

myself doth given us liege, ’ she still we dwellers on quenchless thing the was newell, and pass beckon white-flower?

Come the woke as he truly royal mankind,—They despisd, and know;—I wish tongue, and Powers on the steries molder?

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Well, this is just fantastic.

That is the first thought that comes to Leonardo as he looks around in desperation, wondering what in the world he is now supposed to do. The immediate idea, of course, is to find Edward in order to latch onto his moral support, but the different perspective makes it a little difficult to so much as recognize where exactly he has managed to wander off to.

His despairing chain of thought is cut short, however - not by Edward, but by the barking of a dog, accompanied soon by the voice of one of the Knights - incidentally, reduced in size the same way Leonardo himself is, though by the looks of it, handling it better emotionally.

“Ah, um. Hello there,” is all the blond manages out of himself before an oof is forced out of his lungs as he stumbles and is forced to sit on the ground, knocked off his feet by the dog’s nose. He stares, his wide open eyes meeting the curious and somewhat confused gaze of the animal; somewhere behind him, he can just barely make out the shadow of the eagerly wagging tail.

Well, at least it has yet to express any interest in tasting him.

“I do hope they can find a cure,” he says with a sigh as he picks himself up. “I’ve heard they’re already working on it, but who knows how long it may take.”

The Knight’s calm composition does allow the archer to regain some of his own, too; at least enough to remember his manners. “Ah, I’m sorry. I’m Leonardo, of the Golden Deer,” he introduces himself with a light bow. He then looks upwards, at their… companion.

“Is he um… your dog?” Hm. “I wonder if he would let us ride him… It would be faster to move around that way. And easier to see…”

"Fenris, heel - good boy." Sigurd could not help but chuckle at the dog's enthusiasm, quite the same that had almost tossed him on his backside. "I apologize. My name is Sigurd, and this is Fenris. I daresay it isn't every day he gets a view of us from this angle. Can't blame him his curiosity," he added, patting Fenris on the side.

"I, er, wouldn't say that Fenris is my dog, necessarily, more a boon companion - though I take your meaning." It was the merest quibble anyway - of the dogs that lived in Chalphy there had been a couple that he had truly called his, despite the fact that they were by virtue of their home. It was the emotional connection that made the bond, the same as it was for any human.

Sigurd ruffled some of the fur along Fenris's leg as Leonardo spoke. "Ride him?" It was surely possible - he hadn't spent any time training the dog, busy as he had been, but it couldn't be so different from a horse, could it? "What a clever idea, Leonardo, I daresay this would save us quite a lot of time - and a lot of risk. I can't say I relish the idea of being stepped on."

Turning to the dog, Sigurd propped his hands on his hips. "What say you, Fenris?"

The dog's gaze lit up, and he cocked his head this way, that, tail wagging slowly as the dog appeared to be processing the words (at the very least the recognition of his name).

Sigurd clapped his hands, lips spreading into a broad smile. "Come now, what do you think, boy? Shall we give it a shot?"

The added vigor enlivened Fenris, and his tail wagged all the fiercer. He shook his head, ears flopping a bit, before he barked - what Sigurd had to assume was assent, if not enthusiasm.

With a laugh, Sigurd reached out a hand to pat the beast on the nose. "Excellent, what a good boy you are. Now if I can just get you to kneel… Ah! I know. I'll get him low, so be prepared to hop on his back. Are you ready?"

Getting the dog's attention, Sigurd clapped his hands again, keeping his demeanor light and his smile affixed. "That's right Fenris, who's a good boy?" Another clap of his hands, and Sigurd leaned forward, crouching a bit in a mimicry of a bowing position.

It did the trick, and Fenris's excitement at the prospect of a good time peaked - eagerly, the dog flattened its forepaws to the earth, tail and haunches raised to the sky as he took a playful mock bow, his back feet tapping away.

#in character #thread: most valiant steed (+1 riding)#interaction: freedomarrow

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kimbap-r0ll · 3 years ago

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Hello. Sorry for sending a last minute request. I thought of a scenario and wanted to see you write about it. How would you think the twisted wonderland first years would react to the prefect giving them a gift bought with what little saving they had. I just imagined the MC still having to scrape by to have necessities, but they wanted to get something nice for their friends regardless. I think the idea is nice, though a bit saddening 😞

Hi, no worries, thank you for the request! I feel like MC's just getting scammed by Crowley at this point ;-; at least they made friends while in the world they stumbled upon!

First years receive a present from MC

Ace

He really didn't think he would get one from you with your situation, and he might tease you at first about how you aren't spending money right

But then you'll see his eyes soften a bit as he opens the box, it's a pie slice from the really expensive patisserie downtown from the school.

"You really didn't have to, thanks a lot though," he beams at you, probably lightly punching your shoulder

He might tease you a lot, but he really cares about you. The fact that you went out of your way to get him something really touched his heart, and he might end up getting you something in return

Deuce

He's probably surprised that he got a gift at all, he doesn't really get why you would give it to him

When he opens it up, it's a tiny plushie of a chick, something that might seem too soft for Deuce but he really likes it. In fact, he looks at you with really happy eyes, yet he looks a bit sad.

"This probably cost you a lot of money, and you only have so much just to get by in Ramshackle. I-I'm very grateful, thank you for the present!" he bows, almost hitting you in the process with his head haha

He's really someone that's concerned for you, and he really appreciated what you gave him. He'll try to get you something nice in return, even if it's just a handwritten letter

Jack

He probably stutters out a thanks as he receives it, then realizes that you used your own money and begins to ask you why you decided to use money for a gift. You tell him you wanted to, and he sighs.

He opens it up, only to see a pot with some seedlings in it. You say that it was something that you remembered Jack pointing out when the two of you went downtown on the weekend, and he's super thankful that you got him the gift.

He clears his throat, blushing and his tail wagging while he looks away from you. Jack gives you a curt "t-thank you, I'm really grateful you decided t-to give me this."

He really can't believe you decided to give him something using the scarce money you have, you're too kind! He'll give you something in return, maybe in the form of a gift or helping you organize Ramshackle. If anything, he's super touched by the gift.

Epel

He probably didn't expect anything from you and was shocked to see you present a box to him.

"O-oh, you bought this? Wait, with your money?!" he's also concerned that you used the sparse cash you had. "You could've saved it up!"

He opens it up, and it turns out to be a new pair of sneakers, something he had wanted for some time. He looks so happy to have them! He smiles gently at you, "thank you for the gift, I truly mean it."

He wants to give something back to you, so he'll likely carve a portrait of you on an apple as a present. If anything, he wants you to know that your gift means a lot to him, especially with the situation your in right now

Sebek

He probably acts a little arrogant at first, like "human, I get that you wanted to give a talent like me a gift, and I shall accept." :/

But when he opens it up, you can see his eyes go wide then soften. It's a new book from a series he was really into, and it even has the author's signature!

Then he realizes you used the money that you had, the small amount! He grabs your shoulders before yelling at you "THANK YOU BUT YOU DID NOT HAVE TO USE YOUR MONEY! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF FIRST!"

He might not seem like it, but he cares for your wellbeing. He'll love the fact that you gave him the gift, and he'll be saying that for a few days to you whenever you guys meet. Expect him to give you something in return!

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impala-dreamer · 3 years ago

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The Nightmare Curse - Chapter Two

A Supernatural Novella

~ Hit by a devastating curse, Y/N is forced to live out her darkest nightmares on a loop. Can Dean and Sam wake her before there’s nothing left to wake? ~

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The witch laughed; a cackle that rattled the rotting beams above and shot ice through Dean’s veins.

“There is no fixing her,” she answered; a gleeful smile tugging at her sagging cheeks. “She will sleep and none shall wake her.”

Dean cocked the pistol and took a deep breath, keeping his aim steady on her heart. “Tell me how to undo this or I swear to god-”

“You’ll what? Kill me?”

Thunder rocked the foundation beneath his boots and Dean swallowed back a wave of fear.

“Don’t think I won’t.”

Outside, a heavy rain began to fall, soaking quickly into the rich soil and puddling on the church’s broken front steps. A stream of rain pushed through the cracked roof and dribbled down onto Dean’s forehead.

With a grimace, he batted it away and the witch shook her head in warning.

“If you kill me, you’ll never be able to save her…”

A gunshot rang loud through the room and Dean sucked in a shocked breath.

“No!”

“Can we not go?”

Sam and Dean both looked up from their respective screens and found Y/N standing at the head of the table, arms crossed, lips set in a pathetic pout.

Dean lifted a brow. “What?”

Y/N shrugged. “There’s so much more important stuff going on right now,” she said, rounding the chair to have a seat. “Ya know, end of the universe and everything. Ring a bell?”

Sam sighed and shook his head gently. “Believe me, we haven’t forgotten. But people are dying out there, Y/N. This is kind of what we do.”

Dean nodded in agreement with his brother and went back to his cell phone, scrolling through cookie recipes on Pinterest. If asked, that was certainly not what he was doing, but Y/N could tell by the way his eyes grew wide every few seconds and he licked his lips more than usual. The way he was staring at the screen, it was either porn or food, and, after a quick glance under the table, she was sure it was food.

“OK,” she groaned, turning her attention to Sam. “Whatcha got?”

Sam cleared his throat and sat up a bit, taking on a very professorial demeanor. “Cawker City, Kansas. Four bodies discovered last week with pentagrams carved into their chests.”

Y/N frowned. “That could just be a weird cult thing… or teenagers. Satanists, druggies. Ya know.”

“True. But… they were also drained of blood and the rooms they were found in all had a very strong smell of rotten eggs.”

“Sulfur.”

“Yep.”

“Demons.”

“Yup.”

“Damnit.”

“Mhm.”

Y/N slumped down in her chair and picked at a string hanging off of her shirt. The purple thread was long and never seemed to reach the end as she pulled. “You guys notice these freaks are getting closer to home? Kinda like they’re circling us?”

Sam chewed his bottom lip for a moment. “I hadn’t thought of that, but yeah. Maybe they’re just gearing up for one last hurrah before the world ends.”

The thread wound around her finger more times than it should have. “Man, I really miss Crowley sometimes.”

Dean scoffed but kept his eyes down on his screen. “What the heck. Why?”

“He kept his demons out of Kansas for one. Less paperwork.” Y/N tugged at the string. “And, I don’t know… he was kinda awesome.”

Sam made a noise that was very unlike an agreement and Dean shook his head.

“He was not awesome.”

Y/N shot up in defense of the fallen king. “He was! You miss him too, Dean. Don’t deny it. We all remember your lost summer.”

A finger extended in warning, wagged by the man himself. “That doesn’t count. I was a demon.”

Y/N groaned. “We’ve all been demons at one point. Didn’t see me and Sam running off with the King of Hell to karaoke and drink the Midwest dry.”

Dean lifted his eyes to the ceiling, lost in a memory that lit his lips in a smile. “That was a fun summer…”

A crack of thunder shook the trio from their reverie. The table trembled, the lights flickered.

“Was it? I seem to recall having a hell of a time cleaning up after your messes, Dean.”

His name fell from dark painted lips like a curse and they all turned to see Death Herself in the Library’s archway.

Billie, clad in black leather, lips as red as blood, eyes lined in pure soot, stood before them in a cloud of billowing gray smoke. Deadly scythe in hand, she stepped down into the room, heels clicking loudly on the tile.

Y/N’s heart raced and a shadow crossed the room, caught only in the corner of her eye.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered. “This isn’t-”

“I’ve come to collect,” Billie answered, stepping up behind Sam who was frozen like a statue. She raised her weapon and Y/N screamed.

Sam’s head rolled across the table, bumping into the lamp, blood pouring from the clean cut across his throat.

“No!” Y/N jumped up and away, nearly falling over as she knocked the chair onto its back. “Billie, please! You can’t!”

“I can. And I will.” Her voice was calm, her eyes as dead as Sam’s. His body twitched and then sank down, lost.

“But-but this isn’t supposed to happen! This didn’t happen!” Fear rushed through Y/N’s body, tightening every muscle, quickening her heart. Tripping over her own feet, she fell down onto the unyielding stone stairs as Billie rounded the table, moving closer to Dean.

Y/N panicked, crawling on her hands and knees towards Dean, who sat unmoving in his chair. He stared straight ahead, his mouth open in a silent yell, eyes confused and unblinking. He was locked in the moment Billie had arrived, and not even Y/N’s insistent tugs on his jeans or her screams could wake him.

“Dean! Please! You have to wake up! You have to!”

Pain from the fall spread down her spine, but Y/N bit back the hurt and yanked herself up onto her knees. She wrapped her hands on Dean’s open collar and pulled, desperate to pull him out of the trance.

“Dean!”

Her next breath was clipped by a scream. It ripped through her like a torrent, filling every cell with terror and grief, unable to process what her eyes had seen.

When she opened them again, Dean’s blood fell like raindrops into her eyes, stinging and blurring the world. His head was warm in her hands; the flesh soft, his eyes cloudy.

She looked up at Billie as her tears mixed with Dean’s blood.

“Why?”

Death raised her blade and gave Y/N a soft smile. “Deal’s a deal.”

The world was awash in red.

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blitheringmcgonagall · 4 years ago

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Nah, He Didn’t... Jilytober Prompt #25

This is for @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world who made the list of prompts and is a star 😘😘😘😘

Prompt #25: 7th Year Lily thinking James is no longer interested in her…

(Btw, I am not a fan AT ALL of James chasing after an unrequiting Lily for ages, that stalkerish behaviour is more Snape, if anyone, and in canon James only asks her out once, just reminding you all…)

Nah, He Didn’t

It was freezing cold outside and Lily wrapped her fleece-lined cloak around her tightly as she wandered off towards the Great Lake on that blustery morning. She hadn’t slept particularly well, and she needed to wake up before starting school. She rubbed her tired eyes and yawned widely, then blinked. A fluffy, large, black dog was trotting towards her, wagging its tail joyfully.

“Ooooh, look at you!” she cooed warmly, hunkering down as the dog approached her. “Aren’t you a dote? Such a gorgeous dog!”

The dog barked enthusiastically as though in complete agreement.

“Of course you are,” Lily said, rubbing behind the dog’s ears. “I’m sure you get told that all the time!”

The dog made a sound half-way between a laugh and a bark, wagging its tail with enthusiasm.

“Big-headed git,” Lily snorted, ruffling the soft hair on the dog’s head affectionately.

The dog’s chin shot up.

“Oh, a bit defensive, are we?” Lily quipped.

The dog sniffed.

“Fair enough, unlike some big-headed gits, you actually have something to be vain about,” she said, with a sigh.

The dog cocked its head to one side, as though listening attentively. It did the trick.

“Don’t get me started,” Lily muttered crossly. “I really, really need to cop on and move on. I mean, there was a stupid rumour in Fifth Year that he liked me, which was bollocks.”

The dog’s eyes grey wide.

“Nah, he didn’t, utter bollocks,” Lily amended, sitting down on the damp ground with a huff. “But then last year, we were getting on really well, and I started seeing him differently, you know…”

The dog moved closer to her and his ears pricked up.

“Fine, I started liking him, as in, you know, liking liking him,” Lily said, as the dog’s eyebrows shot up. “Whatever, fancying him rotten, alright? Satisfied? Ugh! I’m such an idiot! I never hated him, not really, it’s just that we were always annoying each other, engaging in verbal battles and whatnot, I mean I think we both liked spending time with each other, despite the sassy remarks, or maybe because of them.”

She stared moodily ahead of her, which meant she missed the startled and frankly shocked look that the black dog gave her.

“Which was fine. It was nice being friends with James, he’s a nice person, you know?” she added.

The dog barked at her pointedly and thumped his tail against the ground.

“And then this year, when I heard he was Head Boy, I was delighted initially. We got to spend loads of extra time together and I got to see more sides to him and, and… and it’s been rubbish! I can’t concentrate on anything when he’s nearby, I keep seeing all these adorable sides to him that I never knew existed, and his bedroom is next door to mine. Next Door! You don’t want to know the number of times I’ve seen him come in from Quidditch practice with his uniform stuck to his toned abs and biceps and Merlin…”

She sighed deeply and the dog whined.

“Oh dear! Are you not feeling well?” Lily asked.

The dog groaned.

“And then after seeing him looking so hot, gone to bed and dreamt we had a row and made up and then I was tearing his quidditch uniform off and-“

The dog let out a huge yelp. Lily huffed with annoyance and ripped some blades of grass.

“So then as he’s so clearly not interested in my any more, if he ever really was-“

The dog dropped his head onto the grass and whined loudly.

“I decided the only way to address this was by us both dating other people. Excellent idea, I thought,” she said.

The dog looked at her as though she had grown two heads.

“Except it’s been an unmitigated disaster. Helping him get changed and deciding what to wear on his date with Miranda Carlisle? Helping him think of where to take Lelli Kumar on their first date? IT WAS A NIGHTMARE, Snuffles!”

The dog growled under his breath and sank his chin further into the grass.

“Well, I don’t know what your name is, love, and Snuffles is sweet,” Lily said, with a wicked grin at the grumpy looking dog.

“And as for asking James’ advice on what to wear on that cringeful date with Jack Meadows? Merlin, it was a disaster! The worst was probably the day we were both going on separate dates and spent an entire afternoon trying to be all supportive and encouraging with each other. I was so sick of it all, I said to him maybe we should just forget about our dates and go on a date together instead, save us all the hassle,” Lily said, making a face.

The dog sat up suddenly and his right ear shot up.

“How much more bloody obvious can you get, right? And he said yeah, we should,” Lily said, imitating James’ deeper voice and throwing herself down on her back with a huge sigh. “And then we both just stood there, like idiots, and went on our respective dates. I mean, he’s clearly not into me at all, is he?”

The dog let out a strangled sound.

“I know, so embarrassing! And another time when we were bitching about the stress of dating people you don’t know, I literally said I’d prefer to just go on a date with you James. And you know what he said?” Lily said, turning her neck to look at the dog.

“I’d go on a date with you any time you want, Evans, you just need to ask,” Lily said, mimicking James’ flirty tone and ruffling her hair.

The dog looked at her expectantly.

“So I said now would be nice, Potter, and he laughed and said please stop taking the piss, Evans, I can’t cope with you,” she groaned. “Well obviously I didn’t ask him again after that, not when he was just saying it to be nice!”

She huffed and stuck her hands behind her head. The dog flopped sideways onto the grass as though momentarily incapacitated.

“Bloody boys!” she muttered. “They’re all stupid!”

The dog gave a small bark, as though disagreeing.

“Take Sirius and Remus, both totally head over heels in love with each other, both totally clueless!” she said, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know what either of them needs to do in order for the other one to realise it! Sirius sits in class gazing at the back of Remus’ head like he’s staring at a work of art, and Remus fell over his schoolbag cause he was staring at Sirius when he came in after a Quidditch match. I’m pretty sure Mc Gonagall knows it, she keeps giving them detention together for no good reason!”

The dog made a distressed sound, like it was choking, and Lily sat up.

“Are you alright, you poor thing?” she said, petting his back fondly, and watching as a particularly fit Quidditch Captain and Head Boy walked over towards them.

“He always looks particularly well in his tight quidditch top, showing off his toned forearms with the beautiful veins on the back of his hands and arms. I have a thing about his hands and his arms, and his eyes, and his smile,” she whispered to the dog, who made a hacking noise.

“You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t get back to sleep so I did some practice,” said James.

“If that dog’s annoying you, Evans, just send him on his way,” he added, folding the aforementioned beautiful arms, and looking at the dog with a raised brow.

The dog whined and squeezed in beside Lily.

“Leave him alone, Potter! Snuffles is a delight!” she glared back.

“Snuffles?” James snorted and beamed at the black dog. “Oh, Snuffles is pure joy.”

The dog sulked..

“You, er, you wouldn’t be available to help me with those prefect rosters later, would you, Potter?” she said, twisting her hair with embarrassment.

“Yeah, sure, no problem at all,” said James, looking at her wistfully. “I’m just going to shower before school starts.”

Lily stared after him.

“You know, you really aught to stop swooning over his arse, like an idiot, and ask him out, properly.”

“Sirius! Where did you spring out of!” Lily said, clearing her throat and giving him an unmerciful dig with her elbow.

“Ouch!” Sirius yelped, rubbing his arm fretfully. “I mean it.”

Lily rolled her eyes and linked her arm with his.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said. “Where did the cute dog go?”

“The cute dog who’s definitely not called Snuffles? I have no idea,” Sirius said breezily.

Lily looked around her distractedly.

“Lily, there’s something you should know,” Sirius said. “Boys are very, very stupid. Significantly more stupid than you’d expect. Never underestimate how stupid boys are.”

“Oh,” Lily said. “Right.”

“Right. Now. I dare you to ask James out, properly,” he said, raising his arched brow at her. “And if you do, I promise to ask out Remus Lupin.”

She stared at him.

“Well?” he said.

Her face split into a huge grin.

“Well, in that case, as a purely platonic thing, to help you two get your act together,” she beamed and squeezed his arm in excitement.

“Platonic, my arse,” Sirius said. “Shall we?”

Lily grit her teeth and nodded.

He grabbed her hand and raced with her towards the castle.

#jilytober 2020 #jilytober #jily #jily drabble #prompts #hope you like it #silly fluff

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devnicolee · 4 years ago

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The Chosen Ones (8)

A/N: Enjoy! If you read chapter 7 like shortly after it was posted, the council scene was originally in Chapter 7 but I moved it here because that chapter was too long. So you may have already it read the first section.

This is the last chapter - I am really sad to end this series :( but I might do an epilogue or something if anyone is interested. I have been writing this for literally a year so thanks to everyone who liked and commented and read a chapter here or there. I appreciate it!

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 6,000 words

Pairings: M’Baku x OC

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Asha fidgeted nervously, sharing anxious glances with M'Baku as they waited with bated breath for her brother to enter the council meeting. They arrived back in the Golden City with mere minutes to spare before the meeting, two herbs in her pocket and a video of the garden. Shuri chastised them for giving her an ulcer during their long absence. However, she couldn’t hide the deep sigh of relief as the pair rushed through the tall gold trimmed throne room doors with triumph and hope in their eyes.

Asha scanned the council circle, passing by M’Baku’s reassuring eyes, to connect eyes with Elder Shani. Far from her usual contempt, her eyes were filled loathing and disgust. Instinctively, Asha felt herself starting to wilt like a dying flower. But something in her pushed back, forcing her to sit up straighter and send a pointed, cold glare back at the woman. Never again would someone else’s disdain silence her or force her to cower.

Their staring match only ended when the double doors entered. They all rose from their seats, saluting T’Challa as he walked to his seat, as cool and calm as ever. They did not have to wait long before he started speaking, getting right to the point of this meeting.

"I have called this meeting because much has changed in the last 36 hours, many things revealed about the Panther Tribe. Many have questioned my fitness to be king in light of these revelations. A lesser man would sit here and defend these lies but I cannot. They were an error in judgement, an error that was not my decision to start but could have,” he sighed, “Should have been mine to end once I became King. I did not. And for that, I am sorry. A king that cannot admit his failures is no king at all, only a tyrant. I know Elder Shani has lobbied many of you, encouraged you to demand a new challen-“

Elder Shani jumped up from her seat, her disrespect toward the throne on display as she cut the King short. "That is right! He is not fit to be King! Not while you and your family hid this abomination.” Her finger wagged in Asha's direction, forcing all eyes toward the young woman. She sat up a bit straighter, noting the looks of fear from some, the admiration from others.

"You expressed no qualms with our secrets when you were blackmailing my sister into an engagement with your abusive son, when it suited your needs. I have forcibly removed you from this throne room once, do not make me do it again. Sit down," T'Challa threatened, his voice low and menacing.

The elders of the Mining and Border Tribes shared a concerned look. They had taken the time to listen to Shani's pleads, and agreed with her in many ways. But they were quickly realizing the error in taking her words as the only truth.

"Now. I could plead my case, preach to you all about why I am fit to wear the crown of King and hold the mantle of the Black Panther. However, this conversation is not about me or my fitness. It is about our country's distrust and hatred toward the more powerful... the chosen among us... the Wakandan like my sister." He offered Asha a small smile before continuing, "Prior to today, Wakandan's future was in a precarious state. Prior to today, the mantle of Black Panther was to die with me. And if we went through with today’s challenge, the centuries-old legacy would die today. That is just one of many reasons why Elder Shani’s desires are so short sighted. However, Bast... and Hanuman, it seems, have other plans. Asha, a powerful and chosen member of this family, and Lord M'Baku, have breathed new life into our dying future."

"What do you mean?" Elder M’Kathu inquired, leaning forward with interest.

"I shall allow my sister to show you." T'Challa nodded at Asha, giving her the cue to pull the bright purple herbs from the pouch in her lap. They attracted everyone's eyes, captivating everyone with their glistening light.

The throne room filled with exclamations of shock, joy and excitement.

"How is this possible?" He asked in amazement. "N’Jadaka burned all the herbs."

"He burned all the herbs we knew of, yes. But there is another garden hidden on the edge of Jabariland. Bast led Lord M'Baku and I there. There are enough herbs on the top of that mountain to sustain the Black Panther for hundreds of years," Asha explained.

"Without my sister, without this gift Bast bestowed upon her, we... this country would have been lost. Without the Jabari so many of you despise, we would have been lost. Bast led the first Warrior Shaman to the herb years ago to save us from tearing ourselves apart. Today, she led Asha and a Jabari there to do the same. Together, two people, who represent what so many fear, opened a door that our failures shut forever.”

He stood up, pacing behind his chair as he spoke.

“That is bigger than me, it is bigger than Elder Shani, and it is bigger than our ignorance. Her campaign against me is rooted in hatred, hatred for a people who just saved our country. I ask you to vote against a new challenge, not because it suits me, but because we have the opportunity to build a new Wakanda. A Wakanda built on love and mutual respect for all of Bast's and Hanuman's people, not on the unstable foundation of distrust and prejudice.” He paused. “Now Elder Shani, I believe you have a proposal to raise for our vote. I await you all’s judgement and decision.”

Her brother’s passionate monologue was met with silence, silence as Asha watched each person introspectively think about the future they wanted, the Wakanda they wanted.

Elder Shani stood up once more, clearly unmoved by this new discovery or her brother’s passionate speech unlike everyone else in the room. It seemed she was committed to dying on this hill and was more than willing to do so alone. “This boy speaks of a new Wakanda, a new order. Wakanda prospered for hundreds of years before King T’Challa and it will do so after him. He does not think the way we do, he does not respect our traditions and so, he should not be King. I raise the motion to invoke a new Challenge Day, so we may have a King that will respect our traditions.”

“The motion is on the floor. Elder Shani, how do you vote?” Asha’s heart raced, praying that her faith in Elder M’Kathu and Elder Olabisi was not misplaced, that her brother’s words had swayed them to choose progress over hate. Asha felt Shuri’s hand grab hers and squeeze it tightly as they listened.

“Yay.”

“Lord M’Baku?”

“Nay.” Unlike his girlfriend, who was clearly filled with nervous energy, M’Baku seemed annoyed and bored with this whole spectacle, simply ready for this to be over so they could officially move on with their lives.

“Elder Kwame?”

“Nay.” Nakia’s stoic and quiet father responded swiftly with a nod to his daughter who sat beside the Queen Mother. Asha’s already racing heart seemed to beat even harder as they reached the two undecided Elders, the two that had the potential to change the fate of her family forever.

“Elder M’Kathu?”

A beat.

“Nay.”

Despite wanting to jump up and praise Bast, Asha maintained her composure, they all did. T’Challa offered the older man a head nod as a silent thank you for his support before finishing the roll out of obligation. For good measure, Elder Olabisi also voted against the motion, effectively leaving Elder Shani on an island alone.

“Thank you, thank you all. I believe together we can build a stronger Wakanda. Thank you for believing in that future as well. This meeting is now adjourned and I will see everyone at the King’s Exhibition.”

The room stood and saluted him, all except Elder Shani and her son who swept from the room as soon as the final word left T’Challa’s mouth.

At the official end of the meeting, Asha immediately walked to her brother and wrapped him in a tight hug.

“I am so glad I didn’t ruin everything,” she whispered in his ear, finally letting out that sigh of relief she had been holding in. She felt as if that weight finally evaporated from her shoulders. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he emphasized, pulling back to look at her. “You could never ruin us, Asha. You are the best of us. You saved us and for that, I could never thank you enough. You both,” he motioned for Shuri to join their group hug, “are the best sisters I could ask for.”

Asha broke apart from her siblings, giving space for others to congratulate her brother, and walked toward M’Baku. He stood, in the now-repaired window she destroyed, staring down into the heart of the Golden City, which was bustling with activity and life as everyone prepared for the coming festival.

She stood beside him, looking out at her home with something other than envy and heartache for the first time. Hope. They stood in silence for a bit, the chatter of Asha's family fading away as they slid back into their own small world.

"Thank you, M'Baku. T-this would not have been possible without you, without the Jabari. Thank Bast you decided to concern yourself with the drama of us lowlanders," she teased.

He chuckled, his brain conjuring that moment on the fields of the Great Mound, deciding to play along with her game. He remembered exactly how that conversation went… he would never forget it. "Well, it seems you all continue to need us to save you."

She turned briefly and smiled at his profile, leaning against the window. "Yes... it seems we do. Wakanda is forever in your debt. Perhaps she will find a way to repay you one day." She added, stealing his line.

A tug at her arm brought her close to him, the space between them evaporating. He cupped her face, uninhibited love and adoration passing between them. Her signature sparks immediately encircling the couple as he stared down at her, the love of his life, the woman he felt Hanuman destined for him to be with until the end of his days.

“She led me to you and now I am forever in her debt,” he whispered as his lips captured hers, the audience of her family mere feet away from them mattered little. The two kissed deeply for a few moments before a wolf whistle caused them to break away.

Asha laughed as she looked over and saw her entire family, minus her mother, staring at the couple with shocked and excited grins. Shuri continued to cheer loudly before her brother pinched her and ushered her out of the throne room. He winked at her before allowing the doors to slam shut and giving them some much-needed privacy.

“Come to Jabariland.”

“What?”

“Later this week. I-I need to head back tonight and you should spend time with your siblings. But come to Jabariland for a few days, spend some time together where you aren’t almost dying and I am not having to save that brother of yours.”

Asha mulled it over in her head. Though she figured her brother would be slightly annoyed at her absence from some of the festival events, she yearned for the private and uninterrupted time with M’Baku. She had not truly rested in the last 4 days, had not taken a real breath. There, they could finally do that together.

“I would love to.”

****

“Nakia!” Asha smiled as she threw some more clothes in a bag and beckoned her friend into her bedroom. She eyed Nakia and the medium-sized gift bag in her hand suspiciously as one of her closest friends sat down on her king-sized bed.

“What is that?” Asha asked, gesturing toward the bag as she pulled a dress off the hanger.

Nakia smiled slyly, “We will get to that in a second. First, I just wanted to see how you were doing. The last few days… weeks, years frankly, have been tough for you.”

Asha smiled and reached across the bed to squeeze her future queen’s hand. Nakia was the big sister she didn’t have but always hoped for. And she knew she would be the perfect queen for them all.

“I am good, Nakia. Fantastic, actually. I got what I wanted, T’Challa’s position and title are safe. Everything is good now.”

Nakia nodded but Asha could see the speculation in her eyes, the look that called her positive attitude into question.

“Yes. All of that is true. But look at what it took to get there? Your father died, you watched your brother get murdered, you endured verbal abuse from all sides, you almost died… twice, according to M’Baku. I’ve seen enough of this world to know a happy ending doesn’t mean the road to them wasn’t paved with trauma and pain. It’s just… I’ve seen what happens when people don’t address what it took to get them what they wanted, what it cost them. I don’t want that for you, nor does your brother. Just, if you ever want to talk, let me know?”

Asha bowed her head, she didn’t like to think Nakia was right. What mattered most, in her mind, was the fact that they were ok now. But she could not ignore all the tragedies littered throughout her life, the scars they left. She couldn’t pretend like those wounds of her chains healed just because she escaped them.

“You will be my first call, I promise.” Asha came around to sit on the bed next to her. “Thank you for being here for me.”

Nakia smiled and squeezed her hand. She pushed the bag toward the young girl. “Always. Now onto the fun part of my visit. This is for you.”

Asha grinned brightly as she excitedly tore the tissue paper out of the bag and pulled out several pieces of lingerie, her grin fading slightly with shock.

“Nakia,” she whined. “What is all this??”

“It is for your trip. Essential wear.”

“’Essential wear??’ N-Nakia, I d-don’t think we are going to get there yet.” She let the skimpy Burgundy lace fall back into the bag, laughing lightly.

“Maybe you won’t, but maybe you will. Look, I see the way Lord M’Baku looks at you - he is ready to rip those clothes off your body every time you’re in the same room. He wants to show you the might of the Jabari, FIRST HAND!” Both girls laughed at her callback to M’Baku’s epic entrance at the battle on the Great Mound. “And if that is what you want, you should.”

“I am sure my brother does not know about this part of your visit,” Asha mused.

“No, he doesn’t,” Nakia admitted. “Because it isn’t his business, or mine, to be frank. I just wanted you to be prepared if you decide to travel down that road. Essential wear for the journey.”

She threw Asha a wink before leaving her to mull over her thoughts. Asha didn’t understand her own hesitation. Perhaps she was just overthinking it. The cave… it was spur of the moment, natural, intimate and unexpected. All their best moments were just that… unexpected. They produced magic when she didn’t have time to analyze or second guess, when she just lived in the moment with him. And here she was overanaylzing and second guessing. Her fingers fiddled with the edge of the gift bag as she thought. Nakia was right; M’Baku wanted her and she wanted him, desperately so. She pulled each piece of lingerie out, eyeing each one with speculation. They left little to the imagination but they were gorgeous. She slipped both into her suitcase.

Just in case.

****

“Try not to destroy the palace while I’m gone eh?” She implored as she gave Shuri a hug outside.

Shuri, who looked like someone had just stolen her pet panther, nodded sadly. “You’ll call me tomorrow right? Make sure they haven’t turned you into an anti-vibranium fanatic?”

Asha laughed, “Yes I will call you tomorrow, I promise. Don’t look so glum, I will be back in a few days.”

“I know, it is just hard to say bye to you. I am usually begging for this one to get out of here.” Asha laughed as T’Challa clutched his imaginary pearls in faux offense. “But you are the constant of our triangle. It’s not the same without you.”

Asha’s nose wrinkled, shocked to see her sister so despondent about her leaving. She glanced at T’Challa, whose face was also a bit crestfallen but he did a better job of hiding it.

“Come on guys! I’m gonna be gone for a few days, a week tops. I have to come back… all my clothes are here,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood. Her joke only earned her small chuckles much to her dismay.

“Would you want it to be permanent, though?”

“What do you mean?”

“Would you want to live in Jabariland? With M’Baku?” T’Challa asked, already knowing the answer even if she didn’t yet.

“I hadn’t thought about it honestly. Maybe, one day.” Under her siblings’ knowing stares, she amended her statement. “But M’Baku and I are trying to go slow, take our time. We have been dating for two days, I doubt he is redecorating the Lodge for me yet.”

T’Challa and Shuri shared a knowing glance that didn’t go unnoticed before ushering her toward the plane, a sudden 180 turn from their original despondent looks. “What was that look for?”

T’Challa smiled, “Nothing. We just think you are underestimating the speed of the Jabari. Have fun sister. Try not to burn Jabariland down while you are there,” he winked.

“Too soon, brother… too soon,” she chuckled before waving them goodbye as the Talon ramp closed and the plane sped off.

****

“M’Baku! It was foolish to think you could redecorate your quarters in three days,” N’Danna reminded him as the man rearranged furniture and put new things he got at the market out. “I thought she had been here once, I am sure she likes it just fine.”

M’Baku scoffed, “I do not want her to like it. I want her to want to live in it. I spoke to T’Challa to learn a bit more about her, things she liked. I picked up a few things from being in her office but he gave me some other ideas. I commissioned two new paintings from her favorite artist but those won’t be here until her next visit, Olabisi was able to make her flowers again,” he pointed to the red-orange tipped roses on the bedside table, “I put them on this side of the bed because… well, does liking sunsets mean you also like the sunrise? I have only slept with her twice so who knows if she is a morning person. Oh but T’Challa said she really doesn’t need much sleep so… Oh look at these… I just got them carved.”

He rushed to the bag by the door and pulled out a box that contained wooden panthers and rhinos. He laid them on the coffee table in his lounge area, excitedly looking from them to N’Danna like a child showing off a new toy.

“You have been inside the mind of a woman, you think she will like them?”

“Relax brother. She will love all of it, they are… cute.”

M’Baku nodded, taking some of his older carvings down and sliding the animals into their place, putting one by her side of his bed. Just as he was examining the room, looking for another thing to move or switch out to expel his nervous energy, Kide popped his head in.

“The Talon is approaching, my Lord. About 5 minutes out.”

M’Baku nodded, rubbing his hands together nervously. He nodded at N’Danna to walk with him toward the landing outside the Lodge.

“Oh N’Danna, I need one more favor.”

N’Danna rolled his eyes before they bugged out of his head, his chief’s passing thoughts cueing him into the favor before the words left his mouth. “A-are you serious? M’Baku? So soon?”

M’Baku sighed, it didn’t feel too soon to him. “I have known since the moment I first spoke to her. I do not need to see anything else. I-I do not need anymore time. And I don’t think she does either.”

N’Danna stood and pulled the man into an embrace. “Congrats. I will get everything squared away for you. Don’t worry about a thing. Just spend time with your girl.”

The two men shook hands before N’Danna took off in the opposite direction and M’Baku headed to greet Asha.

This time when Asha stepped off the plane and into the fresh snow of Jabariland, it felt totally different. She was still nervous but not in the anxiety sort of way. It was nervous excitement filling her belly. She didn’t have to wait long before M’Baku rushed forward and swept her into a tight hug.

“I have missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she whispered, kissing his lips.

Their hands joined, her fear of burning him long gone and almost forgotten. She felt sort of out of place as she walked, soldiers saluting her and M’Baku as they strolled through the Lodge.

“I hope you do not mind but I was hoping you would stay in my quarters this trip. But I had your room from your last visit set up for you, should that make you more comfortable.”

Asha smiled, appreciative of the sweet but unnecessary gesture. Where ever he was, that’s where she wanted to be.

“Your quarters are perfect, thank you.”

And thus started, what Asha could only describe as three magical days with the love of her life. M’Baku spent half of the day working, during which a guard would take Asha down to the market. She spent most of her time chatting with Olabisi, who told her thrilling tales of the Jabari and The Chosen, stories Asha imagined she would have read in that book, had she ever gotten past the first page. She explained all the different powers the Chosen in the tribe had now: flight, chlorokinesis, elemental control like Asha, mind reading, telepathy, invisibility… they were as diverse as they were powerful. She offered book recommendations for Asha, which she immediately went and found in the Lodge’s library.

After, she just roamed the market, under the watchful eye of one of M’Baku’s guards. She stopped at every merchant asking them every question she could think of about their work and life in Jabariland. She sat and watched the wood makers carve Jabari wood and knobkerries. Every day she met someone new, learned something new, and basked in the beauty of Wakanda’s most plentiful resource: her people. This is what she knew she was missing her whole life. This was her freedom, to be among her people. No one was afraid of her here, no one cared about her powers. She watched all day as Chosen used their powers to help get things done faster and more efficiently, assistance that was not only accepted but appreciated. Asha thought back to her conversation with her brother, about potentially living here permanently. And she knew, in her heart, she could… that she wanted to. Jabariland was starting to feel more like home than the Golden City ever had.

After leaving the market and shops, she would meet M’Baku for a late lunch and then he would take her to his favorite spots around the Lodge and mountains. They would hike each evening, catching the sunset at a spot, Asha giddy like a child at every single one. Her third night, he even had a picnic set up waiting for her at the end of their hike.

“How was the market today?” M’Baku asked as they walked back to his bedroom after returning from their hike.

“Amazing as always. I met this man, he said he has been carving Jabari wood since he was 10. He made the cutest rhino figurine for me - I am going to give it to Okoye. He was so nice and just told me about all the different things he carves and all the Jabari symbols, what they mean. Oh I met the Chief Fisherman and his husband at their shop. They were so sweet, told me all about their daughter who, apparently, wants to be an engineer like Shuri. I will have to tell her, maybe on my next visit she can come and meet her? Do you think she would like that? I think Shuri would be really excited.”

M’Baku smiled brightly, listening to her go on and on about the Jabari, all stories he already knew as Chief but there was something about hearing her say it. The excitement and passion for the people she was meeting… she sounded like she born for the title of Queen of Jabariland.

“What? Am I rambling? I am rambling, aren’t I?” She asked as she noted the look on his face.

“No, no not at all. I just like seeing you like this. So excited about the people here.”

“Well, the Jabari are the first Wakandans I have had a conversation for longer than five minutes with. To be among the people, learn their names and their stories? There is nothing better. I didn’t realize how much I was missing, how much joy it brings. Thank you,” she stretched her body and kissed him gently on his lips.

In lieu of responding, he just wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in deeper for a long, passionate kiss. After a few moments, they broke apart, Asha muttering that she wanted to take a shower after such a journey. The hikes still didn’t seem to bother M’Baku, but Asha always felt like she had endured a rigorous workout afterward.

M’Baku shook his head slightly. He understood and respected her desire to go slow. But that wasn’t making it any easier. He wanted her so badly it hurt. But he wanted her to be ready.

After her shower, Asha stood in his mirror, giving herself a pep talk as she examined the dark red lace lingerie on her slender frame in the mirror. Though there was always something she could find wrong, aside from the blemishes she could not get rid of in 5 minutes, even she could admit that she looked good… sexy even. She whispered confident words to herself before opening the bathroom door. His back was to her as he stood, looking out his window. Her walk faltered for a minute, her confidence fading fast as she realized she would have to actually get his attention.

He wants you. You want him. You can do this.

“M’Baku,” she whispered. He turned around slightly at the sound of his name, doing a double take as he realized what exactly covered her beautiful frame.

“Usana,” he breathed quietly as she had literally stolen his breath and ability to speak. He had never been rendered speechless by a woman before, usually he had that effect on them. But here his goddess stood, more beautiful than anything he had seen on this Earth. His eyes studied the smooth brown skin peeking through the triangle cut outs of her bra and panty set, studied her so closely as if he had to commit her to memory.

“You like it, my love?” She teased, his inability to form words fueling her confidence as she walked toward him, her fingers trailing up his biceps once she was in arm’s length of him.

“Who wouldn’t? You are a vision, sithandwa sam” He whispered back before gently grabbing the back of her thighs and hoisting her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his midsection as he carried her to his bed. She quickly found herself laying on her back among the mountain of soft white furs covering his bed. He stared down at her for a moment, soaking in her beauty. This is how he always wanted to see her… wild and unreserved.

He leaned over and kissed her deeply before creating a path of kisses down her body. Her body and mind knew his end destination, her quiet squirms begged him to make the journey there faster. But he didn’t care, he wanted to take his time… watch her come undone piece by piece. His mouth explored her soft, supple skin, kissing or gently biting every available and exposed inch. Soft moans escaped her lips, a sensual symphony to his ears.

“M’Baku, please,” she begged as he placed soft kisses everywhere but where she needed it most. Asha’s eyes clenched shut in anticipation and her hands gripped the furs on his bed as his lips finally reached the promise land of her sensitive bud. Her back arched slightly as he sucked on her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. His thick finger entered her, curling immediately into her g-spot, increasing her pleasure tenfold.

“Fuck… M’B-Baku… don’t stop, please,” she begged. Unnecessary words because stopping was the furthest thing from his mind. He was doing Hanuman’s work, pouring all the love and adoration she missed out on in her life into her, showing her what it meant to be worshipped and adored as she deserved. He had no intention of stopping that important work. Hell, he could do this all night.

Asha’s eyes clenched shut as she rode the waves of passion and pure ecstasy his mouth and hands were providing. His eyes never left her face as he devoured what was now his favorite meal, each moan, groan, and plead for mercy or more spurring him on. Her thighs clamped around his head as he pushed her farther up the mountain of desire. He inserted a second finger in her as she grew louder, signaling that her orgasm was near.

It didn’t take long of his expert ministrations for Asha to feel that snap that led to the most life-altering orgasm of her life, years of self-pleasure paled in comparison. She let out a continuous stream of praise and curse words as she road the waves of bliss.

“That’s it, come for me my queen. Hanuman, you are beautiful.”

He emerged from between her legs, immediately kissing her deeply. The smell of smoke caught both of their attention at the same time, pulling them out of their own little world of pleasure and passion to find smoke rising from the comforter. A large black patch of burnt fur now staining his white fur blanket. Asha quickly removed the smoke from the air before hitting herself in the forehead, embarrassment and frustration quickly sliding onto her face.

“I am so sorry, M’Baku! Ugh, I h-have never done this, especially without the rings. I-I didn’t know that would-“ He captured her lips to shut her up, laughing lightly.

“It is just a blanket, my love. I have five more just like it in the closet. And if we burn all of those, I can get fifty more made. Take a deep breath. I do not care about that.”

She nodded, laughing lightly before recapturing his lips. There he was again, pulling her back from the cliffs just as she was about to tumble down with such ease and care. Her anxieties and frustrations melted away as he kissed her, her hands drifting down toward his pants, preparing to pull them down.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”

His breathy whispers in her ear made her want him even more, despite the content of his words.

“I want you. I want this.” She offered him an encouraging smile before he stood up and pulled his pants and boxers off. Her voice hitched and eyes widened as she took him in. He was more than she could have ever imagined… in every way. The bed dipped as he climbed back on top of her. Every second felt like cruel and unusual punishment as she waited, every pleasure sensor in her body begging and pleading to be catered to.

She gasped as he pushed into her, her body wholly unaccustomed to being stretched this much before. It was painful, as she expected, but she could already feel the pleasure brewing underneath… the pleasure that made getting passed this uncomfortable part worth it. He kissed her softly and whispered sweet nothings into her ears as he slowly slid into her. She was thankful he was a thoughtful and gentle lover, her mind briefing thinking about the bullet she dodged with Hasani, who wouldn’t have cared how painful the experience was for her.

It didn’t take long for the pain to quickly fade into earth shattering, mind-blowing pleasure as M’Baku started his slow and steady strokes into her. His dick curved right into her g-spot, forcing moans and words of love and adoration at the end of every stroke.

“How does it feel, my queen?”

“F-fuck, M’Baku,” she panted as he rocked into her, slowing picking up the pace as her moans grew louder and her orgasm approached. “Feels… so.. g-good. D-don’t stop.”

M’Baku’s never-ending stamina meant that stopping wasn’t in the cards for him anytime soon. Through orgasm after orgasm, the couple spent the evening completely enthralled in passionate love-making. His quarters soaked up the screams and moans of the princess of Wakanda as they transitioned between positions and he took her to places she never knew possible. She lost track of the orgasms he pulled from the depths of her soul throughout the night. She was completely spent by the time M’Baku came and rolled off her.

She shifted to her side lazily to watch him walk to the bathroom, eyes half closed. “How are you not exhausted?”

“The might of the Jabari,” he called from the bathroom. When he returned, he sat down next to her and cleaned her up with a warm wet towel before climbing into bed. She shifted to lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

***

“My princess?”

Asha looked up from her spot curled up in an oversized arm chair in the library to find Kide looking at her. After last night, she didn’t really have the energy to walk around the market today and M’Baku had a long day of meeting so she opted to stay in the library and snuggle up by the window to read.

“Asha will do just fine,” she reminded the young guard as she slide her bookmark in place.

“Asha, Lord M’Baku has asked that I escort you to your spot on the west mountains. He will meet you there. The carriage is waiting outside.”

Asha’s nose wrinkled at the break in their tradition of hiking to the various spots together but she let go of it rather quickly. She imagined that the only reason he would break their tradition was for some sort of surprise. And while she had no earthly idea what it could be, she certainly didn’t want to ruin it by messing up his plans.

She followed Kide outside, one foot in the carriage before an idea struck her.

“Kide?”

“Yes?”

“C-could we maybe get there a different way?”

Kide’s eyes widened before a smile graced his face. “Are you sure?”

“Well, the last time I tried it… I almost died? So I figure I could use the practice?”

She wasn’t sure if her black jumpsuit, while insanely cute, was functional for flying. But she decided not to let that stop her. She looked up to find Kide already circling her head, waiting for her.

I can do this. I can do this. She chanted before pushing off of the ground. She wobbled a bit before finding her balance and propelling herself higher into the sky next to him. The cold air whipped against her face as she flew behind Kide, slightly lower than him, around the mountains. She looked down and she could see everyone walking around below them, the occasionally hand pointed up or waving at them as they flew past.

The higher they climbed up the side of the mountain, the more her eyes watered. However, she continued to push forward. She followed close behind Kide, circling the clearing she knew too well before diving behind him to land. The first thing she heard was applause when her feet touched the white snow. She turned to find M’Baku sitting on a rock, waiting for her, a bright smile on his face.

“Thank you, Kide.”

“Any time, my princess.” He turned and walked back to the guards waiting on the snow-covered road by the carriage. She turned her attention to M’Baku, noting the nervous look in his eyes, the way his hands fidgeted with his fur collar.

He didn’t say anything as he approached her, holding out his hand. She immediately placed her small one into his. They stared out at the horizon, the sky starting to fill with the oranges and yellows of sunset.

“Asha…”

She quickly turned her attention back to him, facing him as their fingers interlocked.

“I-I had this whole speech written out b-but seeing you here… I just… I am in love with you, Asha Udaka. My love for you has only grown stronger and deeper since the moment you walked into my throne room filled with grief and pain. And since then, I have witnessed you step into your power, into who you are and demand acceptance from the people who would deny you with the power and grace of a Queen. I don’t know what Hanuman has for my future but I know I want you in it… I need you in it. I don’t need anymore time to know you are the love of my life. We have proven that our love can melt away even the toughest of hardships, that this… w-what we share is unlike anything else in this world. And I know you will make a beautiful and compassionate Queen. And so…”

Asha expelled a shaky breath as M’Baku spoke. She had a feeling she knew where this was heading but she wouldn’t dare let herself believe it until he said the words. She watched as he pulled two wooden bands out of his pocket. The tears streaming down her face obscured her vision slightly but she knew exactly what those meant. Her mind called back to one of the many books she had read over the last few days, one detailing the engagement tradition of the Jabari. The dark brown wooden bracelet was the standard tribe engagement band, engraved with Jabari symbols that represented the future they would build together. But the gold one, reserved only for the tribe’s chieftess, carried a small inscription chosen by M’Baku.

“Will you marry me?”

“Y-yes, yes! 100 times yes,” she whispered immediately. She didn’t need to think about it, didn’t need more time. Her love for M’Baku… she knew nothing like it in this world. And here he was, offering her a future she thought she would never get to have. “I love you so much.”

Her hand shook slightly as he slid the bracelets onto her arm and wrapped his arms around her. He peppered her face with soft kisses as she laughed, pure joy radiating off them. They only stopped when Asha heard cheering from around them.

“What is th-“ she turned to find all the important people in her life emerging from the trees. Shuri was the first to rush toward her, running into her like a small train as she always did. Her crying intensified as she hugged her sister and looked at T’Challa, Nakia, Okoye and all the Dora behind her.

Shuri released her and T’Challa wrapped her in a tight hug, wiping away the tears that streamed down her face.

“D-did you all k-know about this?”

“We may have had an idea or two. Congratulations, Asha. T-this is truly amazing.”

Asha shared hugs with everyone as they offered her congratulations, before returning to M’Baku’s side. The guards brought out rum from the carriage for the group to toast, passing cups around for each person.

Asha felt as though her heart was so full it may burst at the seams, her happiness almost overwhelming.

“Lord M’Baku, if I may? A toast!” T’Challa called out, raising his glass. “To my younger sister, Asha and Lord M’Baku. I don’t know if I have ever met two people more destined for each other than you. We are so happy for you, you both deserve the world and I know you have that and more here. Congratulations and here is to many more sunsets together.”

Asha’s smile could have lit up all of Jabariland as she listened to her brother. They toasted and drank rum as they watched the sun fall below the horizon together. Asha nestled herself into her fiancé’s side as she looked around at the people she loved and who loved her immensely. Bast was right, Asha’s life was overflowing with love and her future with hope. She couldn’t wait to spend every moment of it surrounded by M’Baku, T’Challa, Shuri, Nakia and Okoye… the people she loved most in this whole world. Their journey had been long and rugged, but every step brought her to this summit. And it was worth it.

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