#the claws would bring it joy for the rest of its days and that's only mildly hyperbole

[thegreatyin]

it's way too early to be thinking about it but i wanna get the scoundrel some mr sacks items this christmas. the only problem is. well.

on one hand, the scoundrel is a furry.

on the other hand, the scoundrel is a gay furry.

[bruciemilf]

A crack treated seriously concept that I have just swimming in my mind;

Runaway sugar baby Bruce Wayne AU.

Here's the thing; Bruce and Harvey are married. Bruce may not realize they are! but they are.

Oblivious fucker really went,

" yes, I will have children with my best friend, raise them together happily, occasionally have sex, and wear this cool ring he gave me. Platonically, of course."

I think it all started when Tim came home from school, wearing a bit of a guilty expression, asking with a pinch embarrassment if Bruce could pretend to be a doctor for career day.

Bruce blinks, " I am a doctor, darling." Graduated with flying colors, mind you!

"Well, yeah, but...You know, not anymore. "

True. Ever since he adopted Jason and Tim, he just found it harder and harder to leave home. They were just too precious and he didn't want to miss a moment!

"I just don't understand why he'd lie about it."

"I can," Harvey looks so handsome, arranging his tie. He does a mess of it, but he doesn't look less tantalising,

" Little brats would be...Yknow, mean. They get finicky when they see a weak spot."

He knows it's Harvey because there's no accent melting like whisky on his mouth. " Weak spot?"

" doll, cmon, --"

" I do work, Harvey. Just because it's not defending criminals doesn't mean it's less vital."

" I knowthat. But you're also a rich guy who, let's face it, wouldn't need to work a day In his life. And that's fine by me. "

because Harvey HATED seeing his mom break her back to support their family when his father was drowning face down in debts.

He wouldn't put anyone through that, let alone his pretty little husband. But Bruce doesn't take this well.

" well! I'll show you! I'm more than capable of making it on my own, I'll prove it!"

Now. Bruce doesn't think too much. He's not an expert in it. Man can stitch up a 5 inch incision with floss, but his own well being? Leave it to Alfred.

But he'll make them proud. So next time, they don't have to lie.

He just packs up way too many luggages, packs Damian up too, and leaves while Harvey's at oh his back breaking, gruelling office job.

It's only when he's on a bus that he realizes he forgot the rest, but that'd be cruel! Their boys loved their father.

Dick, who's in his I Hate Dad phase, is extremely hysterical while they leave to find Bruce. Only stopping occasionally to fix his eyeliner, then start over again.

Jason, Harvey's second oldest, drives beside them on his motorbike.

He guesses its an extra middle finger to him to not wear a helmet. His beloved little hellion, raised on the devil's edge.

"Listen to me; If I find him, I'm moving back home. If I don't, I'll put you in the ground."

" I'll let you."

Now; Bruce does find a place. It's a little town with big characters.

Harley has a diner that she's more than happy to welcome him in, even if Bruce, Spoiled Spouse of the Year, can't quite pick up.

Anything for old roomies.

But there is someone in there who catches Bruce's attention. Towns mechanic.

Clark, his name tag says, who played with Damian behind Bruce's back while he talked to Harley.

He smells of salty motor oil; Fresh sweat, smoked apple pie. His eyes are dreamy blue, rendered with sharp cleverness. And Clark likes him.

Clark recommends him a good motel, brings Damian some toys to play with, even brings his own babies so they can have a playdate. " They're not mine. The toys! These two are. I have a receipt from the hospital."

"...A birth certificate?"

He's delightfully awkward.

When Harvey comes to pick him up, when Bruce jumps in his arms, claws at a pristine shirt stained with his brand new blisters and cracks and worked hands, he's not awkward.

He's disappointed; Like Bruce strangled the joy from his soul.

"You're...Married?"

When Bruce and Harvey respond, in perfect, consice sync, " Oh no, darling,--" " Yes he is, four eyes--" they're ALL confused.

"Oh, dear..."

[witchofhimring]

Being the daughter of Aemond Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen x reader (platonic)

-As you are placed in his arms Aemond can hardly believe it. Even though he knew it was his duty to father children he never thought it would bring him so much joy. And now he had this beautiful baby girl. Immediately his protective instincts will kick in. As a baby very few people will be allowed to hold you. Only your mother, Alicent, Helena, Otto and himself will be allowed to hold you. A guard will be appointed to protect you from day one. He is very involved in your upbringing. After the neglect of his father Aemond strives to be different.

It had been a horribly long day. Aegon had been hung over the entirety of the council, causing the lords to share looks. As far as Aemond was concerned his elder brother was a lost cause. Aemond arrived at the door to his daughters nursery. He opened it to see two maids and Helena playing with the baby. Y/n had only just started to crawl. Her little head turned and she made a happy gurgling noise upon seeing her father. She made towards him, but at not being able to make it there fast enough started to fuss. "Hello my little dragon." He bundled his daughter into his arms, her head resting on his chest. The maids and his sister melted at the sight. Aemond looked at the look on his sisters face. "What?" "You just look so happy. I am happy for you, little brother."

-You are getting that dragon egg. No ifs or buts. He will not have his daughter subjected to the same torment he faced as a child. Either you are getting an egg or already hatched dragon. Aemond will absolutely take you on dragonrides. You will also be well acquainted with your heritage. He sometimes speaks to you in Valyrian to help you learn.

"Daddy!" Y/n jumped up and down happily clapping her hands in excitement. Crawling out of the dragons egg was a milky white dragon. Its cry was sharp as its claws. Aemond picked up his daughter and hugged her tightly, relief surging through him. His daughter would be a dragonrider after all.

-He will be very involved with your upbringing. He will carefully pick out a teacher who will be the best fit for you. It will not just be the normal subjects a lady of your standing is expected to take. Philosopher, medicine, sword fighting, advanced math, history and languages. He might even teach you himself in the early days. He expects all his children to be diligent in their studies. Aemond is strict in this area. He will not have you slaking off in this area. You are a Targaryen and he expects you to live up to the name.

"Hmm." Aemond's eye follows the little hand dragging itself across the rough parchment. Y/n was getting better with her Valyrian. At six Y/n was able to read a sentence with decent fluency. His mother sat in a chair near by sewing. A tranquility had settled itself in the room as everyone went about their business. Aemond had found a Valyrian translation of a story his daughter liked. Y/n got towards the end of the page and looked up at her father, looking for praise. "Good job, my little dragon." He pressed a kiss onto his daughter's hair.

-He will absolutely not allow you near the Velarion boys or any of their children. It doesn't matter how well meaning they are. This especially is the case with Lucerys/his children. If there is an occasion where you are going to be in close proximity then either he or Sir Criston will be near by.

Aemond was speaking with his sister near the Iron Throne. Everyone was in a good mood. But the brief spell of ease that temporarily settled over everyone was ripped apart, at least for Aemond, when he caught his daughter talking to Lucerys Velarion, Strong in Aemond's mind, and Lucerys's only son. Daerion Velarion was heir to Driftmark as both the son of Lucerys and Rhaena. He was handsome, athletic, intelligent and a fine catch for any young lady. Except that was never going to happen. Not in a million years and certainly not on Aemond Targaryen's ever enduring watch. In a moment Aemond was by his daughters side. "Pardon me nephew, but my daughter has more pressing matters." He placed a hand on his daughters shoulder.

[crazy-ache]

Eclipse the Sun {Helion x Lady of Autumn Drabble}

“Shall I beg?”

Helion Spell-Cleaver looked down at Orla from where he stood, memorizing every inch and shade and detail of her. The colors she brought from Autumn didn’t exist here in Day, from the gleaming ruby of her hair, the freckles scattered across her skin, the amber of her eyes—and the red of his mate’s blood that he had killed to protect.

“Are you going to make me go on my knees?” She laughed the sweetest sound, even if its echo only revealed the layers of sadness beneath its song. Helion flashed his usual, iconic grin, even if it wavered in her presence.

And when she still said nothing, he dropped to his knees. The fall was two resounding thuds against the marble floor.

For his mate—the Lady of Autumn—this position was usually reserved for happier times. For his devoted tongue and merciless hands. Where he would kiss her like sunlight catching through the canopy of Autumn’s jewel-toned leaves.

But he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“I’m begging you, Orla.” He said more seriously now. Her milky white skin shot up to stroke his dark, strong jaw. Begging. Begging in her own way for him to not say the words—but there was no choice, not for him. He was not a male of half-measures.

“I’m begging you to reject the bond. Because if you’re going to end this, it needs to be permanent.”

He had to pull his head into her lap, a hard swallow forced down his throat as if the words itself wanted to claw back down his throat to be never said. His blood cried in outrage. Helion could not bring himself to look at her, or he’d remember too much of their story—of the Equinox ball where the bond had snapped from across the dance floor at first sight, to the many spelled gifts and enchanted letters he had masterfully sent to her in secret over decades, to the passionate affair they had just shared right before this conversation.

To right before she had told him Beron finally knew.

He was no High Lord and there was no going against the wrath of Autumn Court’s cruelest. Because no one would survive the aftermath—not him, not her children, and certainly not his mate.

“If you don’t reject it, then I won’t be able to stay away. I won’t. And your plan will fail.”

“Helion—”

“Please.”

He finally looked up, his dark brown eyes swirling with agony as he wrapped his arms around her middle, shaking her with desperation. “Please. Don’t leave me here bleeding for eternity with the insanity of hope. Just end it so I may at least one day die with the peace of knowing you are not mine.”

She ran her fingers through his long hair. Tears streamed down her cheeks and the bond felt like it was already fraying at the ends, splintering down to the very core of their souls.

“I can’t do that to you. I can’t hurt you—”

As he rested his head again on her lap, he knew there was nothing she could ever do that would truly hurt him. His own pain was nothing compared to the thought of a world without her, and he would do anything, anything to ensure she was safe. He would burn the world for her. Instead, the world was going to burn him—and Helion would let her break the bond.

There was no spell or tonic or indulgence that would help him forget that day. And he tried. Cauldron, did he try. Neither would he forget the day he became High Lord of Day—and the hand he had broken from when he punched the mirror so forcefully the entire palace trembled. Too late. Too late he had risen to power. Too little, too late, he was still powerless to save her.

Madness. Is that what this was? A neverending gnawing that was forced to keep at bay constantly. Madness, he had been told, would befall him if he were to be rejected. But Helion was far from the madness of the mind—but he was furious. Always furious. A secret so carefully hidden like the magic he controlled. He mastered the careful, magnetic smiles, the way he sought fucking to fill his mind with anything but her, and the joy he could plaster to his face like a mask.

Helion Spell-Cleaver marched through the halls and libraries of his court and wondered what his people would think if they knew their High Lord of Day had a heart filled with nothing but darkness. If they knew he wasn’t who they thought he was—he was just the dark side of the sun after he lost her.

[sukunastoy]

Just something else I’ve been messing around with. 🫶✨ It’s just rough points to the beginning of a story. It will be a while before I can actually work on it.

The title will be “Judas” and its Nun reader and Demon Sukuna 😮‍💨 it will be very very naughty in its completion. Enjoy the little taste! 18+, MDNI.

-while you're out taking a walk through the convent lands, an injured snake is upon your path. The girls who are with you shriek and recoil but you hastily go to the poor creature

-you're scolded for touching a creature so vile as it is satans vessel but you hush them, wanting to help one of gods creatures.

-alone in your room later in the evening, you're tending to the snake. It's surprisingly gentle as you clean its slithery body in your small sink. You wrap a gentle cloth around the wound it has and gather it into a blanket so it can burrow and feel safe while hiding.

-after your evening prayer, you remove your main habits and slip into your nightly attire before moving into bed. As you sleep, you're completely unaware of the man watching you from across the room. He is shirtless and has his arms crossed while studying your form.

-you were gentle to his vessel, and piqued his interest. As he now stands over your bed, your body is only partially covered with the blanket. He can see your hardened nipples pushing up on the fabric of your top. He gently pulls the cloth up and eyes your breasts more, wanting to partake of their soft and supple beauty.

-he leans down and slowly licks across one of your nipples, letting the end of his tongue toy with the hardened bud for a moment. Before long he places his lips around it, sucking gently while letting his other hand toy with your other breast.

-your lips parted and a whimpering moan escaped as the man watched your still sleeping face while he continued to suck on your nipple and rub the other one under his clawed fingers.

-he watched as your hand came to your own breast, squeezing slightly as your body stirred in growing arousal. Your scent filled his nose and he smirked before running a hand under your blankets to between your legs. It didn't take long for him to find the dampness growing in your panties and he retracted his hand, bringing his fingers to his face to fully inhale your aroma.

-before he could do anything g further, your eyes fluttered open and you felt out of breath and flushed. Seeing your exposed self, you panicked and quickly sat up, trying to regain your decency. The man leaned back and rested his hands in his pockets while still watching.

-as you slipped out of bed, you felt your legs shake a little as a shudder of arousal crept through your being. You felt your own sin between your legs before immediately dropping to your knees in prayer of forgiveness.

-you were observed by the man you couldn't see, and a grin spread across his lips. He knew he wanted to defile something as pure as yourself. And this habit would soon begin.

-though you had let the snake go a couple days later, you kept seeing it on your evening walks. It would be sun bathing atop a stone to get the final heat of the day, and whenever you passed it, it would watch as you went by. You imagined it remembered you and your kindness, and it brought you joy, hoping it was healthy and happy.

-however each night, you were unaware of the man in your room, slowly furthering his exploration of your sleeping body. He's kissed and sucked your nipples, making them fiercely hard in the cool air. He's ran the pads of his fingers over your underwear, gently persuading your pussy to soak the cloth with arousal. Every little touch to your pure body made you uncontrollably writhe and sigh out in pleasure, only fueling this man's desire.

-each morning you awoke to find yourself in a bit of disarray, and each morning you collapsed to your knees in a prayer of mercy, begging forgiveness that your body was betraying you in the night.

-you didn't want to tell your abbess or a priest yet, hoping your prayer would take care of this situation swiftly. How embarrassing would it be to admit you had unholy desires as you slept?

-one night, you decided to tie a bit of string at both sides of your bed, and you hooked your wrists into them so they would be slightly restrained as you slept. Hopefully your hands would quickly give up on their damnable explorations of your body in the night. Your hands were committing such sin, and they needed to be held back.

-unfortunately, your secret watcher only grew more interested in your feeble attempt to keep your body pure in the night. Perhaps he would demonstrate why this plan was not going to work.

-he pulled the blankets down your body slowly, eyes watching your nipples harden under your thin shirt, as if they’re expecting what’s to come. Your hands twitched in their restraints, but otherwise you stayed still.

His weight came onto the bed, making you momentarily sigh out from being disturbed. Sleep was trying to leave you, and your head was a fog of drowsiness and confusion when you felt warmth between your legs. You lifted your head and groggily looked down your body, realizing your blanket was removed. You saw nothing else but suddenly let out a yelp when something warm and wet pushed against your underwear.

-your head snapped to attention, yet you saw nothing. Nothing was there. However, the wet and warm sensation pressed through your underwear again, as if someone were licking the cloth. Before you could pull your hands out of the restraints, the pressure gathered to your clit, and you sucked in a breath while nipping your bottom lip. What was happening?? Were you dreaming?

-your hands unintentionally held onto the restraints, unable to move them between your legs to stop whatever was happening. Almost like you didn't want it to stop...

It didn't last long, and once the pressure disappeared, you whimpered and panted, closing your eyes tightly in an attempt to control your thoughts and feelings. Whatever it was that touched you, was no where to be seen.

-the next day, you were shaken up and fumbling through your tasks and prayers. The memory of the feeling was fading throughout the day, and though you pretended to be glad for it, a part of you desperately clung to that sensation.

-as you went to bed again, you stared up to the ceiling that was barely illuminated by your bedside candle. Would it happen again? "Keep my body free of sin, for I am a bride of Christ." You announced to no one, completely unaware of your admirer already at the end of your bed. Waiting was no problem for him, and once you finally slipped into a deep rest, he began his nightly routine.

-by the end of the week, you were so embarrassed to be around the other nuns and even being in church service where you faced the judgment of god. You shamefully walked the grounds with your body that betrayed you, wondering when, or if, you should tell anyone. Clearly, you were fornicating with your own self through the night. A disgusting sin that you desperately begged repentance for.

-you're cleansing yourself one evening in the bathrooms, pouring water atop your body and praying for strength to overcome whatever burden you're going through. But you hear a chuckle in the dark corners of the bath, and you look but see no one. You call out for an answer, but, you were frightened upon hearing the low drawl of a man's voice.

"You may wash all you want, but you'll never get clean enough. Especially when I'm done with you."

[rahadaddy]

Strahdtober: Necromancy

The Abbot's Journal Entries - @knightinkosherarmour, @morpheoussilvercreature, @thelostbarovianroyals

Journal Entry 761

Today is the fourth day of the eleventh month of the Barovian lunar calendar and my latest creation is nearly complete. She is composed of the finest limbs and organs, with russet hair and eyes that very nearly match. She is perfect. I will call her Tatyana, if it pleases Lady Strahd, and soon this land will be rid of its evils. I will it in your name, O Morning Lord. 

Journal Entry 762

I will not call her Tatyana. She only speaks in birdsong. I shall call her Moira and she will join the others in the Abbey. She will not please Strahd, but she will be useful, if you will it, O Morning Lord.

Journal Entry 802

Another of the Krezkovs has died. Praise be unto you, O Morning Lord, in the hopes that her soul will be guided to the light and rest you promise to the faithful. Her body shall be of great use to your glory. The cold preserves the dead well in the mountains of Krezk. This time will be different, if you will it, O Morning Lord.

Journal Entry 805

The process of stitching flesh to flesh is tedious work. I would entrust the sisters to my great work, but their talents for handicraft do not - to my knowledge - extend to medicine. My human vessel is weak and the hands cramp as I sew. Clovin has brought organs from the woods. I questioned if they were human and he took great offense. Strange man. I pray that you help me make this one different, O Morning Lord. I pray. 

Journal Entry 817

Lady Strahd was displeased with her gift. Her claws rend flesh with impressive ease. The next one will be made stronger, better. There are many Krezkovs - another death will not arous suspicion.

Journal Entry 950

It is the twelfth day of the fourth month in the Barovian lunar calendar. My new creation does not breathe, but is otherwise perfect. I will not name her Tatyana, but instead have chosen to call her Theodora - gift from the gods. Let her be a gift, O Morning Lord. Let her be different than the others.

Journal Entry 1004

Theodora is different. My prayers have been heard! She speaks, sings, thinks… all on her own! She does not breathe, though, and I worry this will bring her to ruin as it did her sister. I pray for her and I tutor her as best as I can. She is outpacing the resources of the library. She will be something different. 

I do not think she will be Tatyana. 

Why must you curse me, O Morning Lord? Have you forsaken your servant in my hour of greatest need?

Journal Entry 1502

The Countess came to inspect Theodora, but Theodora has disappeared without a trace. I despair. Clovin says humans in my predicament drink. I would look for her, but the wolves will eat her once-rotted flesh and return her bones to the earth. I must not mourn. I must begin afresh. It will lift my spirits, usher joy into Barovia, and allow the people of Krezk to fulfill their divine purpose. What becomes of a herd, if a few, fine specimens are not culled each year? I beseech you, O Morning Lord, to guide my hands and hear my prayers.

Journal Entry 1750

It is the third day of the ninth month of the Barovian Lunar Calendar. Once more I have gathered the finest limbs and organs, but this time is different. This time must be different. She breathes now and dances and sews and moves with life and purpose.

I will call this one Vasilika. She is perfect, but she is mute. Perhaps this is for the best. Perhaps she will not protest when Lady Strahd one day calls her Tatyana instead.

How could I have ever thought you abandoned me, O Morning Lord? Surely you must still walk with me, if my creation is so right.

[teecupangel]

I searched far and wide hoping to quench my insatiable need to read, but none of the books in an archive of our own have satisfied me. In an effort to read more I traveled all around the world be it by land to visit the vast city of Wattpad, but I was not satisfied. I traveled by water to visit the islands of Nets, famous for their so called "Fanfictions" but I was not satisfied. I traveled by air to visit a place called Tumblr and began losing hope until I heard it, whispers of an author who takes requests and being on my last string I searched for them. I searched for clues on who it could be, only hearing the name Angel who likes Teacups, and vague as it may be I did not give up until the day I had found you, I cried in joy as I write this and hand you my request,

"Desmond but with fangs and claws like a cat, harem with maybe Haytham"

(Sorry for being long and unnecessary)

(Please don’t apologize, I enjoy getting asks and comments no matter what length they are)

Dear traveler, it appears that the rumors of my capabilities have been greatly exaggerated. I can only assume that it is due to the praises of my followers both here and in the archives of which I am also a weekly peddler of my wares. I am but a humble alchemist forever learning the ways of the legends and old ones. My alchemic priority will always be the wares I freely give to the archives and I am chained to my capricious mind which dictates what I shall synthesize to its full completion next.

What I can offer you, my dear traveler, is a small gift, synthesized from the ingredients I have that I believe you would enjoy.

And with that…

Let’s give Desmond fangs and claws like a goddamn cat.

.

Since this is meant to be a harem and I haven’t made any modern-day setup for a harem for a while now, we’re going full-on modern-day setting.

(not gonna lie, if you had requested cat ears as well, this would have been more like a kept pet kind of scenario)

Let’s say that Desmond lives on the Farm where it is common for people to have small fangs. Not that noticeable but certainly something that most humans do not have. When Desmond was born, they noticed his fangs were much longer than the rest, more cat-like, yet they weren’t worried about it. Maybe it was a quirk in their genes, who knows?

Then Desmond gets old enough to start crawling around.

He reached the sofa and… an urge takes over.

By the time his parents found him, he had been scratching the sofa with his suddenly sharp curved nails.

No.

Claws.

They had him checked out by the Farm’s doctor, of course, and they learn that the claws were retractable. With enough practice, Desmond learned how to bring out his claws at will.

Most of the time, he only showed his nails.

It has been drilled into his mind to hide his claws. To never show his fangs.

It was stifling. The claws gave him an advantage in training. Sometimes, he would lose himself and try to claw his own father.

He was told it was a dangerous weapon.

But Desmond simply saw it as a part of himself.

For it to be called a weapon…

It made Desmond feel like he was the one being called the weapon himself.

Or maybe it would be more accurate to use the word ‘itself’?

Did… did his father even see him as a person?

Years passed and his training continued. He grew older and, with age, comes more duties. More responsibilities.

The fear of the outside world has been drilled into his mind for so long. The Templars became background noise. He was told to fear humans in general.

They wouldn’t understand you.

They would fear you.

They will hurt you.

Desmond knew that.

All of his sparring partners, both the adults and the kids, would always have fear in their eyes whenever Desmond would use his hands during their spars. Even if he had clenched them into fists…

So he learned to use his legs more often yet the fear remained in their eyes.

They fear him.

And so… Desmond used their fear to take them down.

Sparring became boring after that.

No.

He hated sparring.

He hated the fear in the eyes of the people that were supposed to be on the same side as him.

That was when he appeared.

He was perhaps a year or two older than Desmond.

Bill whispered to him who he was.

An orphan born and raised by the Brotherhood, given the name of the legendary Master Assassin and mentor: Altaïr, the supposed best of the current children of the Brotherhood.

Not that they were still children… they were already teenagers yet the adults still liked to group them up as ‘children’.

He had an impressive blank expression that Desmond was quite jealous of. Bill always told him that he needed to work on his expressions.

They sparred and Desmond was caught off guard by how fast he was. He could see why Bill had brought him here to spar with Desmond.

He was faster than any of the adults Desmond had sparred with.

And ruthless with his strikes.

He aimed to take Desmond down as quickly as possible.

Without a hint of hesitation or fear in his eyes.

His mind seemed just as quick as his strikes, immediately realizing that Desmond primarily used his legs to attack.

So he kept closing the distance between them, not giving Desmond any time or distance for his kicks.

It was bound to happen.

He had been pushed into a corner.

A corner he didn’t even know existed until now.

Instincts and the thrill of finally having a sparring partner that didn’t look at him with fear in his eyes made his claws make an appearance before he knew what was happening.

Altaïr’s eyes widened for a moment before…

He slapped Desmond’s hand before it could scratch his face.

He jumped back, creating distance between them for the first time since he notice Desmond’s heavy reliance on his legs.

Desmond’s heart began to beat faster as he felt a coldness wrap around him when he saw Altaïr lower his head to stare at his claws.

The sting of his slap didn't even hurt. It was a quick move meant to stop Desmond. It was not meant to hurt him.

Yet... Desmond bit his bottom lip.

He didn’t want to see it.

He didn’t want to see those golden eyes turn fearful.

Altaïr raised his head and…

Desmond’s eyes widened as he saw the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire life.

His own lips curved into a wide smile, showing his fangs.

Yet Altaïr’s smile didn’t falter.

And that was the day…

Desmond fell in love with Altaïr.

Unorganized Notes (and set up for the Harem):

The beautiful smile Altaïr gave Desmond is seen as creepy by pretty much everybody else. It’s more on the side of feral and unnerving.

Altaïr and Desmond grow close because Altaïr regularly visits. The excuse is to spar with Desmond but they usually just hang out afterwards and talk. Altaïr would bring Desmond books whenever he visits after Desmond admits how bored he was on the Farm.

Desmond didn’t have the heart to tell Altaïr that the books he kept giving were a bit hard to understand and he kept reading them anyway, even going as far as talking to another kid (Shaun) that was the smartest kid on the Farm to ask help for the words that he couldn’t understand.

When Altaïr learned about it, instead of giving Desmond easier books to read, he made Desmond promise that he’d ask him instead for help and Desmond agreed because it means Altaïr would get closer to see which part Desmond has a hard trouble getting and he likes Altaïr’s warmth.

When they became Assassins, Altaïr and Desmond were put on the same team together with Malik and Kadar. Mostly, Altaïr and Desmond are the ones on the field, with Malik acting as backup, distraction, or additional ‘backend’ support. Kadar is their tech guy.

Malik and Kadar came from the same orphanage as Altaïr and they’re not scared of Desmond’s claws and fangs because “Altaïr waxes poetry about you whenever he returns from visiting you… very bad poetry” “I think it’s sweet.” “It paints you less as a monster and more as a cat.” “A very beautiful cat.” “Malik… Kadar… shut up.”

You can add Malik and Kadar to the harem if you want. If they’re not, Malik is forever suffering from the fluff and Kadar is 100% AltDes shipper only until it’s clear that Altaïr is okay with sharing Desmond and then he became 100% on board with shipping everyone with Desmond… even his own brother. (“I stop trying to make him stop. Ignoring him is better for my health.”)

Ezio gets transferred into their team later (if you want angst, the Auditore execution still happens but it’s with guns now, if you don’t want angst, Ezio got transferred because Giovanni thinks it would be better if he learns how it’s like to have non-family team members). Regardless, Ezio and Altaïr get competitive.

Desmond and Ezio start out as friends and Ezio know Desmond and Altaïr have a thing going on. It doesn’t stop him from falling for Desmond but he doesn’t do anything about it because he knows Altaïr is Desmond’s most important person.

Desmond does feel some attraction to Ezio but he ignores it. It actually takes Altaïr out right stating that he knows Desmond is falling in love with Ezio for him to acknowledge it. Desmond promises that he’ll love Altaïr the most and Altaïr just goes “Okay. I’m fine with that.”

Of course, this confuses Desmond so Altaïr had to explain that he was fine if Desmond wants to be with Ezio too, as long as he remains Desmond’s number one. (“Like… you’re at first place and Ezio is the runner-up?” “… I’m not using your love for us to compete against Ezio.” “You sure…?” “As long as you love me the most, I’m fine with you loving other people.” “Oh.”)

Ezio’s a bit reluctant at the beginning but seeing Altaïr okay with it, he does start to pursue Desmond.

They do end up competing for Desmond’s affection at times and it does get very competitive. Malik has to suffer thru it as the referee because Desmond is useless during these times, simply too happy with all the attention.

One of their competitions ends up with them talking about how much they love feeling Desmond’s fangs on their skin. Malik suffers listening to the many ways Desmond has used his fangs to pleasure these two idiots just to make sure they don’t start throwing punches (or suddenly telling Desmond to use his fangs on them). Kadar has been roped into judging them with the criteria: use of words, how vivid the picture they make in their speech, passion, and overall structure of the speech. Desmond is too embarrassed to even function at that point.

Ratonhnhaké:ton would join their team the last and he’s a year or two younger than Desmond. He’s been trained by an old Assassin veteran named Achilles and his grandfather without any other kids so he was transferred to the so-called ‘misfit’ team after initiation.

Ezio tends to go all big brother on him which Ratonhnhaké:ton appreciates but, sometimes, he feels that Ezio’s actions could be interpreted as babying him.

Ratonhnhaké:ton knows that Desmond is with both Altaïr and Ezio and Kadar had made it perfectly clear that “you can fall in love with Desmond too!”, much to Malik’s continuous suffering and embarrassment.

Unlike Ezio’s which has a bit of angst sprinkled in the ‘I’m falling in love with him and I know I shouldn’t’ miniplot, Ratonhnhaké:ton knows it’s okay to fall in love with Desmond. He falls in love quite quickly because… it’s Desmond… and he tells Altaïr and Ezio first.

Altaïr just tells him that it’s Desmond’s choice if he would love him back. And… that he’ll always be the one that Desmond loves the most. Ezio just sighs and tells Ratonhnhaké:ton to not be discouraged by those words. If Desmond loves him back, they’d accept him as well.

Desmond does fall in love with Ratonhnhaké:ton as well.

And everyone’s happy… except Malik who now has to deal with four people in love and his brother living vicariously thru Desmond.

As for adding Haytham to the harem, we can go three different routes: (1) Haytham remains a Templar and he becomes sorta like their archnemesis and he’s that polite flirting type to Desmond (with maybe a bit of questionable touching), (2) Haytham remains a Templar but they captured him and try to ‘unconvert’ him from his Templar indoctrination (“This is a stupid idea” “Maybe but it’s not a bad idea” “No, it is. The fact that I’m just letting you do this is a testament to how far I’ve fallen.” “Relax, Malik. It’ll be fine”) and they notice he’s attracted to Desmond and… stuff happens???, and (3) Haytham is an Assassin in this one and is part of a different team and much much older than them because he is Ratonhnhaké:ton’s dad so… sugar daddy tiimmmeeeee!

(btw, all the characters that speak with a Welsh accent have cat ears in Xenoblade so my parting gift to you: Edward Kenway with cat ears)

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Grendel

CR 19/MR 7

Chaotic Evil Large Monstrous Humanoid

Bestiary 4, pg. 145

Hideous, terrible, and almost unstoppable, Grendel is described by the book as less of a creature and more of a force of nature, but a quick look at his lore block (especially his 2e one) reveals this not to be the case. If he were a force of nature, he would be an impartial destroyer! Instead, though, he specifically targets locations where joy runs high and celebrations ring out into the wilderness, seeking to crush as much happiness as possible with his every foray into civilization. Despising the sounds of happiness and revelry, Grendel attacks such settings with all the brutality of a tornado and the spiteful fury of a demon... After he sneaks, ever so quietly despite his bulk, into the settlement to murder its greatest warriors while they sleep so that no survivors could ever come close to opposing him. He does not seek a fair fight. He’s not even in it for the thrill of battle; he exists to cause pain, spread misery, and remind humanity that death is the only constant in life. Little else brings him more joy than watching the aftermath of his own carnage from afar, seeing the survivors sob over the broken and shredded bodies of their loved ones.

If you’re wondering just how a lumbering goliath like him can be sneaky, look no further than Mythic Skill Focus (Stealth), which allows Grendel to take 10s and 20s on his Stealth checks even while under duress. Without rolling a single dice, Grendel can have a flat 34 to Stealth no matter what the situation, making him all but invisible to the societies he preys upon as he slips behind houses, between shadows, and even across rooftops with no more noise than the wind. If he’s not in any particular hurry, that’s a 44 to Stealth instead, letting him scout out his prey in advance with little risk of being detected. A civilization may be be visited by this horror for many days before he decides to strike the moment they’re at their weakest, slaughtering as many warriors as he can under the cover of night before roaring in rampage to scatter the rest like roaches caught in the sunlight. Unfortunately for him, he NEEDS to be sneaky, because he has only meager resistances (10 each of Cold, Acid, and Fire), no resistances or immunities to any status ailments, and low saves for his Hit Dice.

Against non-Mythic targets, Grendel can certainly feel like a force of nature. He rolls all Fortitude and Will saves against the abilities of non-Mythic foes twice and picks which result he wishes to use, and he has 7 charges of Mythic Surge to use each day as he sees fit to add +1d10 to any d20 roll he feels like. While saving throws are nice and all, Grendel is built to attack, and his Brutal Surge ability emphasizes that better than any: Whenever he Surges on an attack roll, the 1d10 is added to the damage roll as well. He ALREADY has Mythic Power Attack, allowing him to take a -6 penalty to his attack rolls for +18 to damage, so his Surge has a decent chance of negating the penalty altogether and letting him pile sky-high damage... if he doesn’t just opt to spend a Surge point to eliminate the attack penalty completely for 1 whole minute, letting him tack +18 damage to his Full-Attack without worry.

Grendel’s sole means of offense is his raw, physical power: His gigantic claws and his gnashing jaws. Unusually, his jaws are less dangerous than his claws, dealing only 4d8+6 damage compared to 3d10+13 (these are just base numbers; remember he tends to have 18 extra damage!). Those nails also have a critical range of 19-20, and he’s got Bleeding and Exhausting Critical waiting to ruin a melee fighter’s chance of hurting him at all. His claws also Grab onto anything they manage to strike, and more than just about any monster in any book, staying free of Grendel’s grapple should be your highest possible priority. If you don’t have Freedom of Movement or couldn’t cast it before he dropped in and ambushed your party, the casters need to put it on whoever he’s closest to as swiftly as they possibly can, because anyone who remains in his grip when his turn rolls around again is subject to very literally being torn limb from limb.

There is no saving throw a victim can make to prevent their Gruesome Dismemberment, ONLY breaking out of his grapple or not being grappled in the first place can avoid it. Otherwise, Grendel can spend a Surge point to immediately and unavoidably tear off one of the victim’s arms or legs, potentially robbing them of their weapons or shields if they’re a martial character, their somatic spells if they’re a caster, or their mobility if they’re... anything that doesn’t want to be anywhere near Grendel, which should be everything. The agonizing pain inflicts the sickened condition and the cruel tearing deals 2d6 extra bleed damage, both of which last until magical healing is applied, but of course healing the damage is meaningless if the victim can’t break free of Grendel’s grip, because then he can just do it again.

While your options for reattaching severed limbs are plentiful by the time you can expect to fight something like Grendel, your options for doing it mid-combat are basically next to nothing. Regenerate takes 3 rounds to cast, Trollskin Tourniquets take 24 hours to work, and Rings of Regeneration (alongside the regenerative Ioun Stones) take hours or days to restore lost limbs, so none of those options in particular do much to undo the damage the lumbering sadist does. The party’s frontliners are one failed grapple check away from becoming dead weight, and while Grendel is no genius by any stretch of the imagination, he’s smart and wise enough to recognize two-handed weapons or two-weapon fighters, and cautious enough to scout the party ahead of time for priority targets like casters who need both their arms for somatic components, mobile midliners who he can pluck the legs from, and--again--frontliners whose builds rely on them having all their limbs.

Not that those builds would have done much good, anyway; the legends say that Grendel cannot be slain by any weapon or spell, and they’re right. He’s not only Unstoppable, able to expend Surge points to shrug off an enormous list of status ailments (and can do so even if those ailments would have kept him from acting), but he flat out cannot be killed by weapon attacks! Is this a unique ability or power he has?

Nope!

It’s Regeneration 10. Humble Regen 10, which can only be suppressed if Grendel is attacked by a natural weapon or unarmed attack. Depending on your party composition (mainly whether or not there’s a Monk or Brawler present), you’ll either be howling in frustration as the beast refuses to die and slinks back into the swamplands to heal after tearing your arms off, or you won’t notice he even has Regeneration. While this may seem like a pretty glaring weakness, and you may think to yourself ‘so all we have to do is slap him really hard to suppress his healing?’ you’re falling into a terrible trap. Grendel’s DR 10 can only be bypassed by an Epic-quality weapon, so unless you can throw a punch with the force of a greataxe rolling max damage, this is a job for Monks, Brawlers, Wild Shaped Druids, and Animal Companions. Y’know, provided he hasn’t torn off their limbs.

You can read more about them here.

[subwaywardeningo]

Favorite myth? Bonus points if it’s not the main one!

Is it too stereotypical if I say a myth about the Noble Sneasler? I've told it before. I apologize if it is a long story!

Once, there was a child. He was young, and he wandered away from the settlement in search of his parents. The elders told him that they were far away, beneath the ground, so he thought he might find them if he too went far away and beneath the ground. He traveled south, from the icelands to the highlands, where there was much ground to be found.

"Where are you going?" asked the Noble Sneasler. "This is not where your home is. It is not an easy life in the icelands, but even I know that humans are safer in packs."

"I want to find my parents," replied the child. "Everyone tells me that they are gone. They are beneath the ground, and so they must be beneath Mount Coronet, for that is where there is the most ground. If I can get under the mountain, perhaps I will find my parents."

The Noble Sneasler nodded. "You are right, shining child. There is much ground here. We shall cover it together- follow me, and I will dig below the cliffs, rather than climbing them."

Even with sharp claws and toxin, it took the Noble Sneasler many days to dig even a small cave into the mountain. "Have we found your parents?" asked Sneasler, but the boy shook his head, and so the Noble Sneasler kept digging.

"Have we found them now?" asked the Noble Sneasler, but again, the boy shook his head. And so the Noble Sneasler kept digging. Again and again this continued, until both Noble Sneasler and the boy lost count. All that they knew was the darkness of the Wayward Cave they dug.

At last, the Noble Sneasler saw sunlight, coming from the passage it had carved through the mountain. "Surely we must have found your parents by now?" the Noble Sneasler asked, but the boy shook his head once more, weeping rivers of tears down his face. With careful paws, the Noble Sneasler wiped these tears away, and they soaked into their claws, stronger than the poison it already made- these bitter tears allow Sneasler now to paralyze its foes, as sorrow may paralyze us, or to make its opponents drowsy, as we may sleep to avoid sorrow.

"My parents are not here. You have dug a hundred tunnels, but they are still not here. Where are they?" the boy asked, still held by the Noble Sneasler.

"I do not know, but I will always seek them. For now, you may hold their memory with you, and return to your clan. Let the burden of seeking that which is lost rest on me, while you live your life. I will bring it to you, if I find it, but even that which is lost does not wish for company in being wayward. It wishes only to be found, and that burden is too great for anyone but me to dedicate a life to. I am strong enough to dig these tunnels and scale these cliffs, so allow me to bear this as well- I will find these lost things, and I will bring them to those who yearn for them."

Wiping his face and standing straight, the boy nodded. "Yes, Noble Sneasler. I am grateful for what you have done for me. I would like to go home now- however, I am afraid that in my absence, I too have become lost. My family does not know where I am, and neither do I. How can I go home now? I hoped that my parents would show me the way, but we did not find them."

And so, for the first time, the Noble Sneasler gathered a child into its arms to return them. "I will show you to your home," it said, and held the child close as it returned to the Pearl Clan Settlement with him. He had been missing for so long, there was no room for anger- only joy that he was back.

Everyone celebrated his return, for they worried about this wayward child, and they offered him his favorite meals if he promised to never scare them this way again, but he insisted that he did not need them. "I only wish to eat bean stew with the Noble Sneasler- it is their favorite. They will need the energy to seek what has been lost, both above and beneath the earth. Think not of me, whose burden has been lifted, but of the Noble Sneasler, who has taken it from all of us. We must show our gratitude! Prepare a bean stew, and tell the Noble Sneasler what you miss! Let it be found by them, and let us live our lives."

To honor the boy's words, the clan agreed- the Noble Sneasler must be rewarded for its efforts, even if they had not yet borne fruit. This is why beans are gathered, and then prepared into a stew- to find what has been lost, we must nourish the one who seeks it.

[libidomechanica]

I think

A sonnet sequence

               I

Now he goes left to speak.—What it take way long. Its other said, the way to Phillis, only law. So; of those who have before me the horses beat, the illusion the day our lit harvest moon, inflamed with light. But, with love lose. Gather’s courtly nor kind, not her, a wider choicest furniture, as if she had a blood: it will live somewhere I have thou usest; but rather pride At last year’s leave with those gay recesses: many a session, although and succeeded, and said what with Stellas beames infusing giraffes if you need to to see my hand, and again, into the coal fire.

               II

And trust all the rest. Which one moderate woman smokes an industrialist. How long I studied with some evening so much,— but it hung just that taste her mind, care not for the first she wish’d between galaxies, I wish to brook a ruffled rose-leaf by his speech coming happen when all contractions exacted by all the lies altogether and all but mine with her pass’d people find out at the Living for dust and queen Maud in the babe-faced lord; heap’d upon this Baba saw the lighted thus my narrative land, and stony be well remembering in their own self bring it was bonie Jean.

               III

In the little, for so it serve you sit, then, The hounds, fair Gulbeyaz was no joke. And raise will the meadows, Lady Blanche; then she was a tide in thee, where half household of the foreign court, who was stranger spoke at once twas, alas! The bottle by in languid breezy air; where are both commission, whether boudoir, a star, not even with lightly bound, with none stir of fountains of the given in by missing—which gives the core; that from my life was walking it was. Devotion, pale blood, leads—God knows wherewithal: so three instantly, waking bloom, honeycombed with rainbows, in masque-like it.

               IV

Retires, yet been a Sultanas and much import in it. All flowers, the nodding eye? Ask God with wrath, and a fifth appears;— and with lurid beams kiss sedately; maud in the churchmen fain would stay. In unexpected largesse? A richest and left alone, ’ quoth shed claret and kiss’d the feel a certainly enjoy. Not by Extortion, especially sultans too much but the Ground; years after me? The window of a Foolish they are clawing out in the mind. Under an empression, right there.—Sweet Circassians, he drank six cups of court, and voice aloud how Great should always remembers.

               V

Thank you falter not, for the eyelids that starved lady of the garbage tub is morning, whom, if thou the Flock. The lights connubial makes my pain! You sense—merged in tear my father’s cheek turn’d a good man, which the center, a sweet joy but it died the moon, when summer-indolence; and laws unto the galleries in the college light of their whole life designed, that in a half-empty cup, nails rusting birds around me for it is like common have visitor. It’s all the flagrant crimson cloud the most thou to reproved in knots of slumber, ere she offer’d: which it can break her to enjoy.

               VI

And then unmade more than it was a meadow, but the lady’s slip could do not the sea ran high. Is shifted times between galaxies, I can give in all his vocal cords me that would enroll the fix’d foot, and hands that is, as such a shelter’d thus all amort, ’ whose excess were slurring shadow, had hope, in trick of our wood; tho’ we parley: we so soon after it, and begg’d by Nature’s wreath the shrieks of the labyrinth of paragon; and sense. Fell as I.—When it come to meet. At which cost, and the most genius for miles encountered, and buzzed in such things the black bough, and mean destroyed.

               VII

Of porcelain held in dread to hear, the Tigris hath its bosom friend is e’en woe to the lake, rolling fires of a captive’s hour she cool, he fiercely giver, who only one alive with thy Subjects of their heart: but the referee. He saw these, where Katinka was a kid, but see its too— but when I can, that in men. When the books: hope. Think of it was known some old ruined marble, leapt every bar; but while you so; i’ll take where your true love thou usest; but find my bone, you know that upstarted on most genius for there are hush’d, nor trumpet’s call the flower: o, why have visitor.

               VIII

To poor soul is part. Must love an entry: riding in thee there was stown! The Nymph that was it? Or over-warmth, if the Matin- bell, and, their liege husbandry the world, for to view, robert Burns: there was salted by common have thee dear; o come after than is the way thing. The same and there, here are obliged to Juanna; we’re a slender hast engagement sometimes, I had a wounds, you disdain intended in their little mend her highness with dim dream. Men take where Dante found me. Two wives, which is the best feeling grace, singing of the just as ever repeat. Nor show you ask such Liberty.

               IX

Sours my sisters and, ladies wantoning with it, Follow, though here is not tell them glows, has thereof. I grate on, for rills do not knows the fading like a kind at a most maids were at my feet, high over though her grey of my Prosperity, and be once more she offence, ’cause all night I was yet, tis so proud of stories. The wind arose and plucked and was what a trembling and with it, Follow, follow not his love you like a beer can be were crying. I grate on, for the West, and twice description, fairer still obligingly we to boil and white, why did not at fifty for babble.

               X

Take me: I’ll vaunt, for gentlemen must something to the nipple in the new worlds, et cetera, are smoked rasp sound slow, which wears them from me. The songs, the breast. For my lovers—who like. Along tressed by art’s harder is I cannot betray’d the Russians had robbed us of the Eyes of fear, that love lose; years, when things, and quiet, luxuriant still more awkwardly, at its ears were maids’ who can reach into a spectral bride, he liked the harvest all but—nothing. And vision; for so it serve you canst not happiness, and down and tears. One is the shape, here’s a lass, and prosecutions were, more fair face disappointed on thy service to its own remonstrance further of three ladies are nothing is some gross error lies turning to the gifts; he said, he declined and soul am free, fishes, at least of men whose shingles checked days drew near, or discourse. Fault in worth shallow hole.

               XI

I though to do art wise, that to dreams that love an equal husbands to my though his due? Of street and share if that none of us have them both! Hands, comes back on summer of man. And then she is no bull, although perhaps you’ll be transparent case when my only I could not thy Herrick dies, strong fingers with the habit, had a whole Oda from the one of the rat; I know about what golden fruit the rules for judgment.—But Chronology best feeling a Titan’s pardon me six hundred be. Long catechism of questions, I should be surest Steps building might comes, and beseech’d she’d get over the come to be fillingly flowers: a bleeding, for a few whose metal, by thy peculiar Eye—and added in the window of the town; found the splash and husks of sand, then to love. He fiercely even akin. For an age so stunn’d and wanted to like. With the midst of possessed.

               XII

Time where at my feelings were slurring in wet skin that landscape of man. Some rest, and bugle and of dancing music and fine, not telling them both! There and whether by Nature destined not the grist of its Fires. Was she can’t a woman-statue-like figures seen, and whisper in its mechanics clear’d, but silent grots and he had been did see thou canst thy Father weeping, as their chambers to covert creep; the stirr’d up and night. Like a wing across a lass, and guides, meanewhile I with all thee part To save for all the Wolf, not tell, to hide transfer musks and me. The first see, to the sod.

               XIII

A riches at spreading, pure, and even with your stole among their birth or grows colder? Luxuriant, but sings on the pink casket, though short fever-fit; That was interested surface at the dead man chatter all, or love to another’s front of my help lies whereon a wound, with Rose; oh do now and the mouth too tender is not tell the other part of heaven and strict inquiry I could sell—all flesh so true lovely hand is! And raised his blues band, for rich means no more, speak the squirelings, praying to a hair, this is what it was a time paste and I can’t tell the river’s crescent-curve, close compact; that look, first was as mildly away, and pride juan had not destroy; nor can integration. Beloved to be cool’d in black, to mumble and Ginns, and so that disturb you still allowed the town and Earth with some evening land—what slaves who must, like my grand porphyry, and base.

               XIV

Do you minus of talk; nothing to fetter than you, and the two wives are a haram, and all our backs. Of a great forms in a glass was he shop window and where the usual fit of infamy: and husks of Men, and helplessly before Shirúeh’s Feet drencht in Blood I devour’d till I touch thorns and Love is pretty much close by his might by a raccoon. At last we rose; but still, for a sigh somewhere all the stain’d where he err’d—it was worthy to linger? In unexpected largeness of the gray mocker, come other of the land at the small his voice, we remember loving rash one.

               XV

The flood,’—you know thou my hearts that I should wed, my father—none. Above all go by. But such frost, such stuffed with heats as sympathies with your true a deitie, that the grass you must remain! And o’er kissed against me. Me worthless, full of the moon in the sphere lies and then a slightless stranger spoke and drown with thee why, and touch doing, the joyous worms, who last night, and feather sixty years Rose-bud-like a key in a whirl’d at her seat more awkwardly, at its full. ’ Charles very fit to murder-spot. There we are the land, well, he was in a half-self, a sight turn’d of either part of strike deadly tides. Coral is fair works out, each, in the beginning against thy steep, whatever’s art. Into light, and then wealth, kingdom of the rose. But Actium, lost landscape of my head hungry jacobins there, here’s a languid breeze is My Katie when trembling knives the white arm, at hand when I left.

               XVI

Fair, sweeter be, when thou teachest and watch. So though differenced a sudden-opened peace in that undoes me, hard and then my father, came we? And I cannot launch. For which sucked as he’s my darling, the younger. Stirring it over the hand to have before than a woman wed, my fate, for friends, compassion mighty ever-fit; Unthankful meadows fresh one. Like that gray morning to the North Pole,—they should he his side: you adore, not even thou usest; but women sang; and yet i’ve rare the passing that some embargo. And be one his face, prepar’d by ever-during night with bands.

               XVII

The train is good-bye and departed; then I praising sound out of alabaster pure; gold is the firelight when thou art let all women with your child! Ah, what was mine no trembler with thee by the tints over anvils, and when their masked me if it was in all thing too hard buckram, little lights he had most beauty was best to dreams; my soul out with love, hate on, for stars; and then, the turning of men which is, in masque- like in ever, never afresh and Subject to indicate, for the aforesaid Baba, with an offer’d her and having a snowy couples keep, by thy poet.

               XVIII

And so the spirits long galleries from think of yellow wood, and then, oh then, thought a kind consign’d run much as well knew could not spend revenge be wrought; and thy Father sent you saw the horses, which elemented for this I will you take to pull up everywhere, here is as blank to be romantic and that hung rather strife; you hadst before, I swear to you as a mixture under a vile physician, blabbing the color.—And tingle, sunningest in the was whole a nobleman of brutes, would survive them better the wild red less; and so forth eternal— just to anticipate in which rushed upon his friendship, the Kurds. Perhaps a little else. A key in a gentle thief, althought in Blood fell out I kneeled at this, than when I’m not bring real. And thought it right you that due to trusting from that I do to the Hall! Let me, Juliana came, and he his ski poles.

               XIX

We rose: and yet a headlong, bawling and straight and never repeats itself the dish of brightest things beyond their show it chanced that will lies and my bosom friend, that in a Christless calf at eight upon her skin stretched over us live alone liquid kissed against me. Will now by my head, and there above thou had hope, in his feeling? But when all legal objects of possess’d but only trouble that I know such a Surplus as few, or feeling which, as a mixture did what desired, as are clichés and warmth, if they hadn’t seen it grieved my hear that wantonly whereon a wound.

               XX

—Whose navigators must be dieted wings, as such a hand thing, asking at the Arrow early youth and less; and laid aside; but it can my Muse wanted wear; the billows when all passion strips racing to its own. They cannot wrong; I own neck with it, Follow, If the jewels, and cream but things beside what his Highness’ years, thoughts wounded exactly like it. With those who gaze there more than fierce; and down it, had a whole, as I have life and caves! It is gone, and fall in the fair, and bite it be taken at they put beholds her sound of racoon tongues from the wheel in your first investigation.

               XXI

A world of the Northern star. Cool me with petty carefully, dutiful now, for all things, as I to talk gulbeyaz was an expound and was fond of all suffer’d her future, the bound they have them when the fled; and rich which they sought there, the hour of the language ever-flourishing knees, they by: alas! No limit to the glory still remember when their voice, we remembering does to bliss’ in face, a glory also, thus most thinking, poised her hand as what through. And she what plenty of words, his party- secret, and serious more than a Love- lock, idly reclining their own feeling?

               XXII

I fear Juanna; we’re a slenderer pain be mine. But things, praying to its own bough tear-floods, nor time came murmuring nightingale, rapt in hand. When the most with your chilly women, on a sudden-opened ears, both pedantic: today’s the boundless and Love’s brand never lost in the osier-isle we heart, and better, through to dream so loudly as a widening equal arming me once did guide my father’d in black light of the name in the first hunger. Smell, of the vile physician will send He with her dreams should touch my bride went wrong; I wish I could not a lily showed to bid farewell!

               XXIII

Are she stain’d glass; but chafing me from deference. When a’ our favorite pop song about suspicion strive thy rising you vomit the came crost to a hair or feelings near; and on these, which don’t sleep-warm pillow the room for Death nor at this she wrote, in a cold appropriately plan, have full many a session, whether throng in when thing out of the tryste, he made up of the year. Me to silent deep-disguise, a fellow ringlet, like pearls beneath my funny kin, as Lady Psyche, Lady Blanche; then the sounds with loveliest the gift of closing and what needes thou setst a bate between the devil if they Wise and yet a headlong parenthesis: I could not even drive a costly bribe to give thy balmy lips let me be that it didn’t tell the outside of lovers turn’d round, and rend apartments, the other pious eyes pity, who is not things do or do not mad with fish.

               XXIV

Though to touch do to the found no model of the young strange or our silence, and raise compact passion you: I love to stooping all women, and draughts abide. Your Highness’ years were much is singing of them Rebel feeding, reimbursed my sisters and jewel, here ingage, though I must seen, and someone might describe, as more that were similar, and my divine Althea bring doves, who cannot. Part which, as a blessing and a throng in which thorn, growl like a snail, so small trembling is innocent. Fret the apartment, too real for my foot to pass; they scarce secure, go called; and the absence remain!

               XXV

And slumber sound of Honour their own sweetest odour which made that grand as it live, our posts; and then we call, and fallen no place where I been the think what I shall not fitly doth in excess of much lights bring it last? Called discern when the Cellar never why I’m not breath, and glories behind you would touch thine own praising more beloved you just from the other, as just to ask his moment eternal, nor can heartbeat tell, to his o’ergrown when the feet half in at the account to thee, sweet sister flower would she was awful period interposed—’Mamma, you know the tune.

               XXVI

But now incline your Highness with a bootless sleep had there he used to the North. Now I am not like a sin, but by the Mother skin growing how we are such a handful of dust, and all except it’s hands found their rest; but ah! I never be prince d’Amour here. Than thou my life is it, that thou thyself at all. You charms my mistress’ eyes. Describe, as I to talk slowly along its chimes, I had a syllable untrue; but No! His name—at least to sport—I remember loving pent in an empty of ladies wantoning waies, when shield, ere than the better yet was lucky, I stared.

               XXVII

Which they leapt everywhere it’s not to look at the ward to show? There is not very early, the harmless woman has its place of dress did Nature not proud; how through and stricter doubtless call the body with it, Follow, follow, If the fools of wilderness, when the Court, I gave sweet joy I ca’ at my feeling? I love will get a richest and legs are so oft upset by way of childhood well be tried to-day to beguile he jested through to do with all think to trust all was enough for the tide; the small and she what I know where’s a name enough food in a glass, twas fond of hopes.

               XXVIII

What Rack can Fancy find wheedle a word he stair, the white, cold,— but let him in my one have the Sum of right? You won’t even look back darkening, and boldly dare in womankind! I touch they draw but an expansion’s endowment, those feeder was scarcely even when the Chrysler building up the rather winged horses over, if yours years. A mixture under the vehicles the fingers good steeds, and in the horses overblown. And has a crush of brightest thing’s on a new the light or the tendence, more by the maggot born a wooden gavel. And lay him lately make that in a few have come and Faith ingratitude, are lost as my own Blood I devour&feed on skin that deep emotion; nothing of much in the snow be wholly unconscious chamber Oda is the lake in every vulgar paper animals of wolves, creature, not only troubled spheres, the nodding eye?

               XXIX

There was the Mother by choice but such frost, such heat of Justice; but fair form an ornament, on a king; he took the snow minaret on a Silver hammer, and always remember than either places, with suits and as what was give me of the lang night to their caresses light have a sister flowery grass, dog ill, sultana err’d his green den the blissful cloud the only is the gate, he camp of thy cruel! Shall lie, we remember throat, despite of their sepulchral sites, and consign’d run much close than the last I spoke, a damsel fair, or newer purple get marriage. It seethes.

               XXX

Yet now I cannot launch. Own ear and pure, as that on an Alpine steep in a new to be sent mine in a king warmth and having clause an outline of the called; a plump. The doctors chart the light seems to breed dispute betwixt pleasing, thought behind then with flying low soft silver pendulums pulsing in good will be back, my lover a Highland draught but poor Ambition, nor can into the pair, the Godless, but the deep a dye as there in front to front to grow. ’ Cost, awhile you are gather’s, and you have drawn thy braceless bird, brooding. Her tact and child’s first inadvertent brush their dress.

               XXXI

To save her hairs be wires grow cold. But I heard, and in the waves, wherein tis summ’d up and disturb you said in a flowery nunnery: they would thrown into light began to make the could ne’er I would discontent with a tear: alas! Will now the vehicles the be the be the bargain made. All my footprints, I poke them: knowledge or ripened peach in thee, wherefore, while gentleman of breath, let in an hour. Tis my simple, just as hath play’d the matron’s cares. Hurling myself of what a joy,—and politic, that was mine no trembling through the sea ran high. My mistress; and wit; if vaine.

               XXXII

There all grow cold. Than your eye will not happiness calf at eight years were declined and self. Many subtly is the one his gilt-head cane, and slumber hover, and marble understand is, and my breast. Knew ye not Thou were colours! Death, for revenge be wrought; which is single things are litigious they, but no doubtless Jeanie to the differing his careening lamps blazoned like a moment in an anger spot. A kind to dwells at dewy e’en; so trembling doves, my friend must transfixed! And as his own rose- leaf by his separation more easily than thou shalt more adapted to blame?

               XXXIII

You have made him now: she is six days old, sweeping, I like an arch, where is not melt, and frightens above all that poor stupid hear him through marriage-makers, and take or less, hush’d, too, at they draw but whiles to myself to do—by that I do to the most my words and the pass, when Healths and here your over-warm or over the whisper’d, or make her, must in other see how he rose from the triumphant iron of thee? Hands to love to crave that old womankind,—so silly; but I know—the deuce take amiss, because he campersand, the insides thou with mares; his chirrup at her eyes have none!

               XXXIV

So tell they not a Prison my heart in the claims her auburn themselves in these brought by lessons rather still remember: dim and fears; yet not happiness, Mercy, Majesty, who caused where There were than to move, bless’d be take his sleek companion lies; which surely are under a light? More beloved and still I die, till, to the university for an Hermitage. In my bone, you did tomorrow, if we live, and rising or a light began to gaze there to go they join, i’ll serve perhaps as outline in some bachelor, like a rising of our face though difference. Take something to Spain?

               XXXV

By; and then use rigor in my backed whisper to move to quiet: from a tyrant goes left alone.—To toss, to gain all general compare: men with virtue yet, half in at their sleep our eyes sparkled all but—nothing but yet been pure, and asked me deep. I burn; and then, said and wheedle a world of Nature’s wrong the Realm’s Estate—for which rhyme on: but the pale blood, by the times shares in our wood; a worlds are you blame? Lay down and drown when the Hanover still, for himself; in face, and sometimes a long league back like me, the fate it be taken at his worst of a beauty beauties cool me with love.

               XXXVI

Though I fly and correct the bargain made. That shall not to my though his radiant beams Thus the clicking the blest be they, accords me they are, the mirror. Die to the skidmarks upon that the past,—this time future did I see the wild voice three figures on its way to cure your neighbouring Princessant. There we love or breathing, the bless’d be to me the upper crime. For throng in whirls and all our banquets rang; our dance, chattering of Death, let me fly to hers he found in your lips and glories shines. To her long flat line, which leave to entered the sea and constructs me. Both breed, but less risk thee back.

               XXXVII

I see your mother articles of Hell brake the languid breeze is better part of stone with his worst days. Time is while gentle bow curt’sies are alike my father’d in her weeping off beside juanna. That stream of my life, that’s hope hope. Love, that one should insist whiles to turns to save and stricter doubt every kind, and in so hush a masquerade; the pass’d for we hold his tongue, now the starts are history; for why, Pudica this is the daisies rosy. Where be once set his kid in a white cloud, all wild was wonder’d. Her mouth too tender joys that it did, and light comes, and politesse she said.

               XXXVIII

We saw my pain! Lies; which pained slacken’d their part, I know I’m your life-time’s love-kindling eyes—’and down from sin; but now wherein when it grew still think much more or lees thinner and rode till not know that I measured my heart, and every kindness short of sleeper? Those who cried; and ankles glance almost every flowers and long array’d: if true effect offer of the light, the harder is for the in it, had a girl, for you, lawful and with tears old; and waving past their west, the yearned to lie as we weeping off you.—An’ Charles very much? One morn before. Worm he meadow grass tips wave, bend, flow.

               XXXIX

Now appear as beames infusing is. My mind was let us back on summer joys that cannot be foreigner grass. See, the bird sing in the mountain-side, all wild warbled likes to my verse—I wish I could just as he’s beautiful that, may look into the lake, rolling grace, then she lovers. Slowly along to Spain? Eat throat shall not quarrel about my Muse wanted wear; thou setst a bate between the night, when I here I shrug on the light of bonie Jean. Trembling like lame just like other’s fault was none but in disbelief in Wine were colours laid by art’s shop window looking on yesterday.

               XL

Highland dress bespoke, and so little forth, which shower fell, and in your Georgian ignored you. Which hide already in our bed will not for any man thine eyes? Either we asked off the grass, does usher my grief to be shown for that stark alien surface and I, who eats at me alone, When Juliana came, and memories, and yet in it, had fifty for the West, and barren was gaping and cozenage; and they shone his conquest was boundless and her hied, a hazard when I’m crying and amber Oda is they are nothing which wears them with false committed, so may you saw.

               XLI

Destroy thee. Waves off noise and swift to use a phrase by which some of us, as the death; and I think of females means his face: hope. Whose she stared out, each, but as happen when her sweet in a low sibilation I may giver, which many subtle gestures nature juan was call think on their sad friends are settle: I think back on summer when all go by. To chickadees and hospitable: or, maybe with some far shore whose fate it. Can drink too much refined, in the frame where nearer than answer’d,—that hung just seen roses, but doth remove the year. Than answered lamb kebobs. Devil’s Elbow.

               XLII

And saying the small their rest, and muttered to be beloved you. And the tinkling right their yelps: high-strung Anthea’s breath no altered think back to the thrice-turned over, and we all my Delia, on t’ other pain sprang fast as my own toy. Situation make, nor will; was her to tell truth or cool me with the drought flash thy hard brightest thing- a snail, a nest. It’s up yon heather in the dead man chatter, and whisper in Thee vain and warmth and Subjects of blue so dark and could make a finer silence breakfast; private, pleasure than are there are hush’d, and rushed with a gentle bow curt’sies are gone.

               XLIII

Tears. They fed her too late heat spreading elders in a sentimental friends are fair to save, when he finally tried the Tory, a cry for being a you adore, not help of bath for this royall bloud full of one lady on a Monday morning’s a tax, from the echoes: who is none too so you my silent his worst tattoo. A party-secret policy, that lately hand any way of chekes indure marble, leapt every flower would calling, maud, Maud, Maud, the clamour and over ears rung, beauteous, she seem’d Dudu, though her feet like that none of a shop called Devil’s Elbow.

               XLIV

Comes found no other strife; you have enough. Men reckon what would have pulses that. ’St into the center of coffee grinder. One gem was lost in laurel: her speaking; some those chart that’s favour among them all beauty and recover. Although the halogen overpass which he fled moonlight of my bone, you did tomorrow’s Seed-field, I stole among the moon were times betweene my white cloud with grew alone at the fallen lame glimmers in that none too tender void since thou a thousands of heaven knows. In the same when you in copse and Faith-present,— condense, in a crystal’d lily lea?

               XLV

And the old man’s Foot, leave off such Liberty. We cannot die, till in vain, when trembling in his vengefulness, Mercy, Majesty, who cried. The hour hero through here Juanna, think for himself, from his ear, if you wide world, and timidly expanding back to the June that every mount, and waving, hurrying, charlie, he’s my darling, right. It does not be the bosom friendship, there half the coldness must in her beauty that Life’s great use after all, the heart that, Virtue, though her mammie’s cot, and legs of Old; not be the twilight of that he had receive its way that man has molded me.

               XLVI

A bee farms of your bodies in fifteen- hundred streames, our case of a kind and swift to be my wife to be my idle sprightliest their strength and begg’d leave her name of my life, althoughts of the Blue Ridge had receive a calendar in the skidmarks upon her to thy head moving passions the rivers and so much it grieved myself shalt be beloved you. Under the seraglio, where Beautiful lay those old man, too, was walking with kind at there it nor growth, is more broke loose, waves roar; I see for the How; Giving from thence: he, dying Life, have hope to get to body, sure, was surprise.

               XLVII

Troop home! Yet eyes shut off the shop windows glazed with praise, and argued with a fading lately hand I strove and distant; that blow o’er, not now; but sometimes discounted, a bad old woods that when shackle me. And his long their own way, and timidly expanding in the whole Oda from the wise doubt that eve we should be beloved each other man on heather see how ambers more adapted to linger in dool I licking her they had not breathe, that come after all, or lose. And, and yet I feel myself respected largeness of heaven, I hate to th’ most, if that taste, for Poesy.

               XLVIII

Me, that was awful, sure, was with the while teares poure out his might be sifted round, softer their birth or hang on summer- indolence from her: nor can tell the deadly tides. Their new guest: your coming like the sunk down into sight; and beckon’d Baba: ’Slave! Expected fade, die to touches, to gazed upon her bosom’s shop is hands do not know I cannot lay on the transferr’d from restless Jeanie on the wild voice by the mounted as certain;—these weird seizures, Heaven who was let you are as any man to me, who lent her ail might send flow’rs, and and she what he lies when it and Tangier.

               XLIX

Is but a voices gainst the press; for the giant though in the account his last year’s leave with floats up, bright send such a she’s a name of being mingle red leave this guards and picked wives my freed from every loud in his side: your mother, ’ I know not Him—become somewhat lately bask in her linnets I with all my poor instead. Then if fond of her snowy shroud, or what hast their front, but no show of largest engross’d. And take the ballad gallant and view, they ask of love, yea, take or leave a mutual flame conceits your she said and that—but thou think and fold of you to quench or common-sense!

               L

An’ a’ the long catechism of quean. Like him,—she did quick and chokes an industrialist. Crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with a friends, companion some gross error, like Morning equal arming me, where Beauties. Or the Quaker holds, from the wild woods that I felt the could leave myself, and buzzed in this patience, more square for noise of porcelain held myself thy cruel eye hath been a bride once seen, he dandelion greens I picked a secret portal’s side? At full brown came into the strange whirl’d at her dress bespoke, and lay him now: she is too late.

               LI

He went side by side. When I cannot. But still allow life has given me. All mine one that blessings of Old; nor cloud the ghastly morning once had no sin to cloth. Opposite. Be still warm with those gay recesses: many a long array’d her face wit still wear silk-the core; that thy Face from her, be lucky, I stared out the days that it was tilled with it did, and she what man lounges the vehicle, she, sweeter be, whether truth, I rate it is only the holy fire domed black. For world of the dead, flying hair or fewer, specks in the midriff of desired, and freckles. If all things.

               LII

There is none the painters cannot writhing seems to my though pale a state, it may be, more tongue still to like. Martial song in the feet like horses, when two people would ne’er a locket filletings, near the fool believe them: knowledge or our approbation, when love you blame it. Which don’t say my court with Cyril and was yet, or at they were but must you lovers—who like a shroud, or tall; she lovers—who like a beer can tears of dreams and the affections garble the Arrow early we will, a libel, or when all concur in wishing. Meantime Gulbeyaz, when day and render loving rash one.

               LIII

And yet still warm and moisten’d spring-tide, or both, to the thin edge disappears;—and with pity—let me that broken by this and me. They are impulsive; I was—they’re give you spoke, and thine eye hath to leave that the Shepherd? Some louers speaks her years long. Till in all grow good; life’s great harm, at hand then again.—Of what want you spoke. Gold is the bitter off beside into the princely politic, that man have seen rose-garden when I’m crying. Friend, this Parable—wretches his radiant beams of the least one by one and manage Rakhsh along to such frost, such a questions, her couches you with love.

               LIV

Maintaining off you. To whiffs of concrete he had to hold catkins of my House, no tear-drops in her lord were possess’d a new fire—my mistress’ eyes I’d know them sing: the room goes black. The bottom perfect the wild voice than a Love-lock, idly reclining to fettered that to drive one the university for all tyrant to knows where Dante found me for any man’s brow of desired, and some dark abysses flow. Which show’d their own sweet pass We followed to bear you sit, the fizz and her glass; the Age of snow befall thing elders in all her sanction on it all save describe, as such sleet, and younger. That make a finer silent clasps the boy’s mite, ’ and, maybe that’s that crawled up the small lie—Anthea, know not whether hied, a sad discomposed the snare in the sense—cannot melt, and complain narrative pace past the generous and might by lessons rather mother do.

               LV

On most prodigious, which makes the smile they are too great pleasure the pass, when thy Heralds through to vex, after battle touch you existence? Nothing an airport. But one who had weird seizures, Heaven’s greater and unkindness must we clutch at their dishonor. That deep-disguise with tears! Which some quiet place for the nails are your gaudy May- games mend. More endless like that was in the mystery of world of the chief dame of all thing beneath my laurel crown’d run much become some evening I feele as the law makes no step had but one on a monument over this is here, bethrothed.

               LVI

Without her golden urn. Yet being for love an equal husbandry the worst days. Fade soft kind, not a precarious, had tried—excuse he campers. Or this age, who cause tis no great pleasure there, a passions of all them out upon her skin for that the college light steadfast rock of the languish for then not beautiful things are other rude, though the river as his kid in a white robes grace, in whom enough they spake of whate’er my fortune to see, to-morrow— for their everything Was My Fault has been said: I have felt a fleeting your safe arrival. One with a sign, by two friend?

               LVII

We follow not Him—become some ruffled roses do not reason of which sucked her eyes lifting tide homeward in so hush a masque-like a carved lady on a Silver had a system I shuffle among the according to stay. But I dislike to be sent one vent. Which bondage, that due to this house; he held his spleen, commanded to go to remember when the sager sort our dear strong, when please to breed, but babble, merely for tokens to whom you may call o’er his side,—so beautiful seldom I ever brethren, youth and grumbling, poised to floats up, brighten to those of incomes back, and as I said the trade of our lit harvest for world that do beat adamant as we name of busy bee the closet alone every much close the heard him sing there! Mastered mien, just that, waxing wanton in the summer when you drinking its aluminum point you sorrow brought she, younger.

               LVIII

With wide-embraces, and lips and he built ten blocks when I have them over earth and could you see Me languish; for I, being not now, through many a Manichean. But scarce lose the bed appears: nor wild to aery thing-a snail, a nest. As your lit harvest of May, singing birds in that you, my love to confirm by thy infinity, so surely are consequences of going to striking, laughter, her ears before. When day and can’t companions of my kiss, and by his memory of the soldier watches to my though she would preferr’d his throat in bud and beseech’d she’d get our dearth!

               LIX

But I know no such this lily, rose, grapes or crimson cloud the roaring in the painter, and his speech should artless code, that the hope hope hoped, indeed on her, maiden plumes we rustled: him with less traveler, longing, even were lamps, as such as I divine Althea brings to whisper at the shadows and Fortune’s bastard in snowy shroud, or a point to post with the later drove the Maids drew near, which, take something is. But, oh, thou kiss the time not writhing sun, the labyrinth of one good wine and I, o we fell his voices. A king, ’ he said, and Lady Psyche, Lady Psyche’s pupils.

               LX

And red, with its jealousies, as ere there sows, and then a slight to speak the orders, even in something real. Pretty joy! They were threw her cigarette. That it is also beneath in this he alone; for stars from room I stood and language ever- preservest all female ranks, so that makes no shadow: further a light, the lady on a strong at my fate, for into nothing gone, a nest. By common have found no other of the difference. His name into detail o that had hope, in early youthful Prince of mine host to purchase females, and oil at gray morning came not mean enough.

               LXI

On Sunday morning does to the boys: the first touch is salt again undone, possess’d, and that was to talk to you, my darling, gave what he wise Kingdoms, world of Nature’s wreath the heavy on this that blazed with length she rat; I know that this work, not lie alone among her in Thee report, I know of the Banquet of foot, and shower and of sleep to these brought foretold, and there at her son’s statue rose from one which, as a spacious chatter the other do. A wood obscure, ’ like the houses full oft in reign, whom at you recall around slow, who only a movie you love; while shallow hole.

               LXII

I love thee; but seldom. That anything: some rest be his fair, or newer purple grew more than you where: they leapt ever about there—hands, and such do to the came—juanna, through the pair, that mankind, wouldst thine eyes open. Described—what’s grow the rustled: him what he lay so nakedness makes me a little moment you are as any man the chambers, thoughts of the drought; the Arrow and feel myself, from strange whirl’d round, and, seem to hover’d, or a light, than it worth again revive, but I know not—it success is much more in the night, and slaves who might for an age so stunn’d and salt—sweet the facts.

               LXIII

My sleeping sort, baba thousand the nipple still the rest, in such heats at me alone was a languish you, beauty is the ottoman like figures see I in her to unsay. One, that on as once mal-a- proposition; but sincere altar of heat. Cracked whispers, and the present? I own no prosody can expanding in statue- like a scar between, he dandelion green, Fade softly from annoy, and Ioues stray’d herself with equal husband has a crush on Myrna Loy, and she what has many risks, yet he could not by the Glass of op’ning royall bloud full of pleasure up.

               LXIV

For that I probably good wine were long dead! The cared him we gained a little lazy love like what comes for that her dress. A certainly enjoy. Twas like to trample on. Not even drive a crime. To give you. Through king, ’ he whisper’d at her fair as fair Gulbeyaz, when summer-indolence from under the rivers wish’d extremely pure, would burst empty and makes sure, in a new fire—my mistress’ eyes have to say him now: she is at hand their array’d: if it disdain’d where Katinka, too; and argued with little grace the true fire withstands hugely My father may settled the wonder what?

               LXV

But you only Phillis, and we all passion may end in it, a little lintwhite’s neither shot. ’Re not her, not less all frets but chafing me, which sometimes, I can’t shake a ship alone, for his own neck with this martial scold, there assure your neighbor knowing home to our tithes in her gentle things Never Last Forever. And begg’d them sole heirs. Ignore, so you may call to expound to pass mildly away, and powers of my pain! There is and thousand then slackly, we beheld a smiling pomp, nor dared that no further to come to the Sultan’s pardon, I am worse than truth by.

               LXVI

Coward her, nor the Divan; thoughts I can give the promised never why I’m next love- vexed, the number. Tis the other, can I give my way of chekes indure marble, merely for twas nightingale, rapt in her spirits grew still art discover at a please—we will scarcely find philosopher; confound out the steps above the best knowing home to quit her rate it is the day our love, yet of a Foolish theory box on you: I loved. To strike, for these the least so warm and grassy and beauty are clawing out of their Muses entertain age, ’ which I have kill’d them? The first times forth.

               LXVII

The Camp we die. Look, look into the child of the Maids drew near, or newer purple of many a vase of clouds, how to hear your naked is pain the middle of being sound! To call’d her lip, there. But visions less of her lap. In moral England, wretch! The hall the sky was fair form of the least of Eternity. In hope hope hope hopeless bower, thy song i’ve no noise, no, not less that Do; what I probably tried himself, a shudder’d, and subtle gestures better in a clench or common have changed: the sight of thou not whether he came—juanna.—Let not my hard or plenipo: she is bleed.

               LXVIII

And all thing more adapted to bode him out; ’ and after than uncommon have before of no grief for it, but not spoil it, get beyond all our banquets rang; our daughter held, was all used by the whispers, and least so whence she then I moved together, or traffic lights, and then will give that sweet as drowsy hour; and fold of your nerves, each of the came in fashion, but sweeter than a word. And their cookout scuttle by in languid and salt—sweet they must some quiet, luxuriant, but no one vent. She took the years pervades and flying the sound; I grant crimson lurks in the lost, and thee all.

               LXIX

Than to go against provoking here did what his cheek began to stencil her now I see if lowliness war are scars of the hitch between no tear-drops through our spirits long galleries in hosts. Had given signal join’d to invent, whilst some old man their little mend her lord were maids’ who cannot. Now every kind, would’ve said, had given signal ta’en the dead their dishonor. Are the Northern empire pray your eyes or Heathen, He with pity—let my poverty— hospitable woe; for now I measure the West, and Gouls in her brother; no sisterhood: for he had nae will go by.

               LXX

And glitter loving off beside a fellowship so true the names forth, and rhyme, and bondage from some call’d hersel’ to let us melt from me. And pass’d well be over Nevada as we rode many supernovas, and so that his matters to you as a bore: most we paste and sure, noticing there—hands, the Muse with dawn; and his best. Delights began to enthral or gall the house; but not back darker, and pain spring; she like a singly flows, as you troubled lay, sweet body already as her melancholy; the bed. This new native one, that can I know the worm inside of fear.

               LXXI

And bite it is left her, a lord of a captive’s holy matrimony snores away. Lay the back. Her speak again—first hung down in meshes of op’ning rude; and all in my very dashing, the Koran. Too hard to sparkle, and play at all the dark crowd above her for he cash you transferr’d from sin; but no one pink casket, thought the fat lizard barks, a since all the woman has its gullies: we grow burnt because of the lost as he bound, and rich in masque- like figures see I in my very dashing, but sings on the NY sky but somewhere nor the strong at my face, prepare my Fall!

               LXXII

When twilight, but less. Come to pass as with you, bigger than answer of the maids were a pale blood: it will I—nill I. All she is that. For such great self, all this guilty hand to aery things. If you no more, that despite of whate’er them now for you for the simple soul had been, sheep, and new-fired, the Gods and Fortune ends, let us makes me a grave, althoughts began to flatter all, she added in so hush a mask? Unless you go? And sometimes, I wish it never can presume to pare. You sense, but it is a tide in the bath desires you might when she, you know thy worth with snow.

               LXXIII

Yours is that anything better taste, he dancing must you pleasing, lone, for them that I do touch’d. Meet shallow grass, dog ill, and looking her face thought a king willow, sweet as drowsy noons, and people talk’d with no step had best partake or Give look to their lives in your present,—condense, in case his haram bore, all the Flock the should artless sleeps should risk a throne, and that can expansion’s endowment, thought her dreams of the autumn pond which gave upon a pit to council broke thy sacred corse will crush of why we came to be in the simple as trees borne away from their work must tell therefore?

               LXXIV

Being and guide our ultimate Alexander! To give the sea and child of princely gave, with thee by that had receivest by wilful taste her native expense: I do called mine: but No! Ah, what was they wondering, it twirls and rode till time. White, but find nothing, and that old who refuse the strict inquiries and they are neither favour! With the comedie by such suspicion, and said no, yet being so fair in stooping, the future the other splendorous, as hath been set down! Doth he, can poets hopes, and die. One gem was left off the Sultan’s pardon mine. No sting, as her beauty.

               LXXV

Thing but in disbelief, the heat nor dance for love the least we clutch his he discreetly kept on buying. And porphir is, which we left me on fire, and be once more, would put on pride at all. Light Muse wants a gavel: esperate woman-statue-like flowers: a land of Hate; for now I know when the night when a’ our father winged horse’s lay; they must be above an entry: riding roots too—but it is, inter-assurèd of the gold glories of Timon, that bless’d be the case of the then she seemed about us pealed them sing: the fenced-in skin, on a Silver Breast. On their right or wrong.

               LXXVI

Use a fool the highlight Muse with tears had the whole lower enjoy such precipitation when it was the dusk of the Tory, a cry for the heather in her, but not stuck all exactly like a key in white, but let it seems to my though by the radio was prettiest, best-nature and power to endure not far be t from sudden bloody should’ve been of quick answerless, fence. Ah, what I do to thee, I am not lie alone the stopp’d and his lily leapt every bar; but what it was strange the females means no more easy man, ’tis the be the sager sort of my pain!

               LXXVII

All, which I ate limbs; a thoughts go free, fishes to silence had slipped over sudden in by the comfort I have made him once love, that which kings happy, honest ambition, pale a state inquiries at the day either suffer’d, pricking colours from my Hand, not by Baba’s fault in women whose charms from a stable once did a compare. Forget the language ever yet was called discern when I vent my father skin, my household of milk! And I, though we play a play he seem’d made up of the raw quiver on the spirits long league backs of their open windowes now, thought to be ground me.

               LXXVIII

’Ve been illegal for my hearts to be Judge—by such one dark fringes. But sweet sisterhood: for Kings on the evenings harder is foretold; not, with that are enamel. You and brings like threaded spiders, one by one common flat, cool me with which he related: then took the sooner begun. By holy Hymen to sip; sweet the lang night were crying. Or goes; you had been singing, flung stones and me. I been statue-like a choice of reach station of their sin: each her: then how slept, or them both in most since thoughts and leaves me a child in my breast. Such wilt thoughts, at his last phrase by which are gone.

               LXXIX

From sin; but wonder of breath, and as his heap’d on his foot or short, this first hung just what he lay so solidly when they are beneath that taste her lids hung about these moment, new; you away. Tis pleasured the women, and cozenage; and here Juanna’s breast,—and therewith Himself, a shuddering hellish painter will; she scratch’d his cheeks burn, I burn, I bursts of revel; and sense of porcelain held their masked of dewy e’en; so trembling knees, your own! His chirrup at her too high Hall-garden night, and I shall adorn my Brow, and her brow, lay down injured lies; which elemented it.

               LXXX

The air is some bay-window shake their brides to buy slave told I love at a fair, and waving, yet, not happiness from myself with a long hair, collarless, hush’d, and, ladies are tender void since all the rose and my divine; she loom; and third time, and that’s free; but twas, alas! Tyranny which, in the world of clichés and she felt her speak, yet was not a lily. Hysteric of a chance is the same as pillow together. In our heart such Liberty. Him as that sounded exactly increase and Destiny both have sufficiently, was she to discover, that the sharp scale of child?

               LXXXI

Me fly this should have thee; yet, after than die. So silly as a hat, or rather more those light behind there rang on a sudden blood expanded by you beneath the Saint Sebastian eyes have live, and then to his aid, and strolled at this end while that was none but fair as far as Petersburgh and him for Death nor atom that is come to plaint a sweetest of wail, is lightning has been teeth and Subjects’ cost, and might pierce: ’ my father may settled for cries. A plump-armed Ostleress and waving perhaps you are. Quiet, inoffensive moment eternal years. To its own. Lest this should not wed.

               LXXXII

After the dread, o ye! In some bachelor, that largeness our life-time’s one modern Amazon and a moment eternal—just to do—by that the flood, ’—you know about then shall sing the chamber: dim and leave heart let him kiss me to win wheelings were much it grieved myself, all them both and what here no less tabernacle be: if not do without sometimes change beyond all be held in my verse: which grace, struck for nothing better yet well knew by experience is but a spoon; o merry hae I been the neck to annoyed I probably ignored you have visions strong, show’d their prepare my Fall!

               LXXXIII

Be soothed. Dead thee, perforce my hammer, or goes; you hadst thinke that them whence will, and beckon’d Baba, and join with art somewhere in a bed is none at they nakedness short- numbers are hush’d, too, could he that soar about was drunk to fair front, but babble. And porphyry, and I, thou up thou setst a bad case offend their bad taste, he made of our babes, poor choicest furniture, hath his disguise: along they shook her,—so they were lov’d, and he his haram is innocent and phantom upon the cover the river’s at hand dismantling woodland like. To love, with mares; his daughter—but she is bleed.

               LXXXIV

When they had tried—excuse my foot to body, and, well, children; they are, and strange—and adore, not let me make a lad that not the Glass of her cheek to hear my Garment thunder’d a prize your present,—condense, but on an Alpine steep slope at Winter and lilies. Of Lolah demanded the tallest be the moment while the better now; for he, if he delay, tis Phillis, and to slur with suits and hands to my though her earth was pleasant fruitless grow, which are gone. Oh turn off the keeper’s court. It muddies of any error lies turning to the Glass of the tallest built a museum.

               LXXXV

High gifts, I recognize. But I dislike the bargain made. Tricking on a marble; then her own way, my small knuckle on my head away—and mine: but what wad make thou thinke that stark alien surface before than once on the Rust Belt. This love, my daughter and hospitable: or, maybe, love is pretty joy! Of all suffering … I burn, arms of diamond is imposing gainst all laughter, your little reader’s face grow long flat line after darling, charlie, he’s beard, and they made her chair we stood, and even her beauty to find where three instance, and while Dudu’s dreaming hair, collarless, fence.

               LXXXVI

Wide-embracing to a blunder, for an Hermitage. He saw my palm, and Destined not beauty is to obey a shades return! ’ Me. There was foolish or imprudent act would be—you lover who but claims her answerable, like flowers above the one I ate? Mars and light that everything: some thou with Florian, unperceived and spread, as if it shouted up I felt for a time where Katinka, and notions were but faire stood a bust of street. And yet scarce seemed a thousand prince of dreamboats? And, ladies are his smoke and my breast. She could ever be princely poet’s eyes this weak.

               LXXXVII

To Hell—follow not—it succeeded, and shave but your face and where two slavery mounted at a sad discourse, ran many risks, yet very boyish best to drive a private, pleasant, so the ground: and and fair a light over my idle sprites, the penumbra of a shore the thrice-turned for thy shapes—though her whisper’d guest: your carpet, your victorious eyes; my verse—I wish to brook a ruffled rose-garden of all the ripened doors we heard them noise. This advantage found, softer them: the little plaything coals. At eight upon her, not near in the very poorer and pitcher I love?

               LXXXVIII

With you that had a work must seen, but me. That the fifteen-hundred be. Fifteen-hundred young Chevalier. Into her fairer we asked of Ware. I don’t matter might make The Shah;—Salámán, Oh my Soul, oh Taper of mankind of the truth, I rate your posts; and the worst if he had thee, here is not be worst if he had but by the boat be ready many acres, a gather’d flow’rs, and as for the light; and while. But to be another’s. Thought good, to talk slowly along the false alarms my throat. I am forsaken; a touch my breast,—and then, drop on drop on drop which welcome’ all thee?

               LXXXIX

With all the picture of the loved. And terse, and the moon were probably broke and feeling in stooping, and raised his head o’er thee, let my heart, then, come after all, or likeness of her cheek a dye of whate’er condition she added to hold, who love, my Rose; yet, which many a precarious, had hardly over, the open case of it; for she came from they not the grace my honest ambition, and for the other sixty years. Blessing, still and then her king waies, which hesitation in which they saw the true integrity of love, bless the seraglio title, gem, and ready as her he had her, let me fly things—I sought in the grass, does to see each Asiatic hill, and there, half-self, as I have sight the moment in two, and sometimes it matters to commenced his last years. Between you discontent with each other speaking; her eyes or Heathen, in a pillared them till time.

               XC

Till I did my very boyish best should have told time ere long hair in face, and fears numbers are mine. How the streames, our posts; and her Phidian lore. On you your own feelings. Comes or cries. Near to your person fair, and learn the village is not enough infinity. To proved in the be that none stalk bows beneath the cars will I—nill I. With tears. When gold wastebaskets starve. One, that the phenomenological space between the blank to bear unless they held his believer so life. And Thou shall she is not invited, but, with lovely limb of desired, with as fierce an architect.

               XCI

The sigh’d, and feele as true, tis no bull, althoughts of our banquets rang; our daughter broken means his face, preparation for Juliana came, and there in the old dull defensive moment’s a bleeding to write down. The crowd above the churches or Heathen, in a rapture of the Branch—and broke from hills, that summers fall in my best to ask his monastic concubine. If matter still I am not like a beer cans and, ladies wander of gentle partake of mine eyes, and through. But you in the heart only as a sweet in two, nor cloud the moon is gone; and as grandfather—none.

               XCII

Is imposing or the hounds, weak, a soft land: through the grief of my help of bath desire, give my winnins o’ marrying Bess, though he wish’d hall, and raised the man I love at no time you turned over childhood well. Nor wounds so; for indeed he that is t but half-empty of your hearty curse, the rules and though and half the closet alone that starved in your natural rest, consumed by that creature, and all except his mate of morn, growling alone, but no such they naked stood, and has a cruel snare invented Maid or Nymph, or Goddess Isis can’t shake thy brand near to go, while you crazy.

               XCIII

Young, but in the vestal duties of a flame the stair, at kirk or make it would be, enlargèd Winds, that film so finely spread out and draught it rights he had a knife in it, hoping through the osier-isle we heard than thou dost smile that blazed with little light could well show to the name into my veins in my Love, and deplore it, I deplored; while sweet they seem’d some confers with the heavy night, but not melt, and Juan in his face at the three instance proffer’d more beloved you. She would stay—at worse than a very flowers. But he begin to outgrow the kitchen behind which, if not destructs me.

               XCIV

’ Charles very poor stupid heard to walk gulbeyaz prove against me. The sky, that nobody turned cud of wrath, and yet incessant. Altar of ghosts, and a fifteen and at all divine in one commiseration, when the usual forms in a low tone, but no disdain intended. He couldn’t sing the rest be hidden pride; for that. And the new damsel fair, or dark, or should bay and will crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette Goddard, coy jean Arthur with her auburn thy golden apple and plucked her likeness our old man’s bride. Leave with a far more clear, sow with painter must remain!

               XCV

Shall voice alarms my throes! But I detest plaint a sweet hour, which the coldness our two slaves! Scar between no place Juanna’s dreams be, if of joys are all, she class the first crack; cracked whispering. But never comes from the West, and leave to lie as we name for nothing which we lost as hath stell’d thy beautiful that when it come after than not then the grass, does not speaks her sofa for it on it and swore on the things I do. For so, my mothers he fountains of me and yet in ilka grove; o let us makes my palm, and feet like th’ other and walls, and kiss, and exposure, whose excess!

               XCVI

Left the seraglio title, gem, and argued with both cheeks, like in the news tonight: a debate about my Muse wanted wear; though her tact and anger, darker and roses almost man that she had no stouter weel he ken’d there she said, and vine, nor drown with all the sweat and prosecutions exactly in the body. But sweet come to bear him once more a masque-like a lad that I shall now by night, but me. Out as far more she was amiss. Fair the empress, when valiant Errour guide our health or grows erect, and eye. Thought to th’ most, if not destroyed. Permit me, no doubts, and of dawn.

               XCVII

Thoughts began to gazed upon there with tears of mild as at breath, and bolts, and princely poor insteed in by the churches his tale o’ love: o Jeanie’s heart, unstained, untold, dying, my darling, right dye: but this and more pain spring, even weep for thy shape, and strike him out; ’ and as if to a party-secret, and calling would ne’er I will burn and is, and I can, that my hard bit. Down the other steadily aglow, even were guilty hand any way your break the thrice-turned off the drew nigh the horses dark tresses? Many supernumerable, like a cliff on Sunday morning’s a tax, from the true the blest—and barren was sexually tried him with the whole hall the flowers, and as I said, he declined the laity our life in your veil and blythest bird that courtly nor kind, not even in some bay-window of love, as may know, or such refined, the Godless, but find.

               XCVIII

On Earth, which men anywhere, half-shut, this scorched by the chilly women, thoughts go free, angels, twice three ladies a soft kind, would that where strangest think through me ran; and flow’rs, and round with her every hair of May, singing stories behind the sunny sky, and a beer cans and the heard her, Prince, when he fingers good-bye and my old man, ’tis Phillis, only law. Way throat, despite her I say her, nor the way that ground the morrow, if we lived for we hold Thee true Men to lay the mount and at eve was pleasure it is, inter-assurèd of the Oda, in an hour. Go children cry, I saw my pains?

               XCIX

No trembling in the other he well off— as she walks, tread, but, with false, is fair, and not toss and was with the frock and piteous too. Found they blunder, for you, my darling, charlie, he’s my daughter and husks of short, this similar, and freesing fires of dreaming right you too. Between females, and I sat down, before Shirúeh’s Feet drencht in the white v-neck to you it was mine, their chaste kiss him in this side? About the Air, know not with bands. On whom he was you saw. I’ll take much please of concrete he hands have known, by that I do not that their severest sign is in that man lounges two steps down.

               C

And proud; how tedious they pass’d for these symptoms, which he knew companion new, that, may rue the wind’s a crush on Myrna Loy, and them? I swear to have lived it down on you adore the worse, which locked the neater far doth mourning like the sense of porcelain held the heat of Julia’s breasts are ten free. You of my heart and kiss, which he trouble with the weeping itself and whisper’d guest: your coming hair in stoop and look vainly for a brother; and the midst a golden age. You pleasant, so that sting, and he his gilt-head cane, and ringing them, letting night, the time I was you cool me with dirt.

               CI

It cannot weigh that your hair: but my gaol: and so forth, that’s it, and thine own whelps at the fetter’d the day we are put into which meaneth, Put a kind content with banner and over. Ballad gallant and die. To make one you be your heads with me. Sweet words, embraces, and my one goes right you troubled spheres, those look I see Heaven snow. Troop home with flowers. Had bow’d here, half of;— don’t the dire extremes between females means his face, a dinner she could lead thee, Katinka, too—the children picking thy Father side; and at the love no name I am stuffing your hand, as that. A mask.

[illya-roma]

She's only human.

The blood on her hands is red (green green 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘌𝘕), the pain in her heart and mind are normal reactions to stressful situations.

The loud but slow pumping of her heart is only her body trying to regulate itself back into its normal hormone level. The loudness of it is her brain trying to ground itself.

But then again, she 𝘪𝘴 running right now. Trying to avoid everyone (white 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘌) while staying on the look out for any material or food to help her brother.

She's only his sister.

It would hurt her heart if she continues to run and her stamina will finish.

(if she's tired she can't help him, if she's weak she can't protect him, she is his older s̵͔̑į̶́ś̴͎t̵̲͑ȅ̴̞r̸̦̆ ṣ̶͚̯͐̃h̶̫̜͓̃ę̵̠̥̓ ̶͉̯̖́n̵͍̘̿ḛ̵́e̸̟̭̖͊̾d̵̦̼̲̉̕ ̷͚̻̋̽ẗ̸͈͉̀͊ó̵̭̍͘ ̵̢̐̅͐ͅp̴̦̂̽r̴̜͗͐̀ͅò̸̻̼̔͝ͅṫ̷̼e̵̔͊̇͜c̵͔̈́̄̏t̷̨̖̂ ̴̧̻͈̊h̸̡͛i̵͉͓̘̒m̵̮͍̠̅̔ ̶̬̲̠͌̂̈́s̸̺͕̭̝͎̈́̉̌͒h̵̦̱̖̙̍͆̍̎ḙ̴͙̘̺͓͐͂͋͜ ̷͔͂̈͛̾̀̎̋̆ṉ̷̤̪̰̣͈̌̓͠ͅe̸͈̖̟͔͙̻̟̊̓͑̃e̵̩̘̣̬͚̰͐d̵̤̠̞̜̤̖̒̎̄̎̅͆̈́ͅs̸̢̙̥͇̬̝̒̿̀̆͝ ̵̫̹̔t̴͙̪̠̻͉̖͎̚ở̵̫͖̞̒̀̓̈́͊ ̶̛̥̲̍̀̊̀h̵̝̪̬̾́̊͂̒̓e̵̹̜̮̗̹̮͛͋͊́̾ļ̵̢̪̫̩͓̣̿̓̄̌̓͛͐͠p̴̤̭̰̟̜̗̓̍́͂̌̚̕ ̸͚̣̎̐̈̂ͅh̵̛͉͉́̾͝į̵̹̠͇̏͗m̸̟̜̗̑̕͜)

She still talks (there is too much flesh that wasn't there before) to him. He doesn't reply as much, but that's because he needs to rest as he's sick and no older sister would leave her brother like that.

( '𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺' )

(It's okay, his core sends)

She doesn't feel hungry as often as she should, but she she makes sure to fill her mouth (there is flesh that does not belong) with something and bring Danny something more nutritional for a growing boy.

(there appears to be a shortage of IV bags in multiple hospitals)

She is only human.

She always makes a fuss when her younger (young, too young, you were only 14) brother doesn't take care of himself. But, he's ill right now, so she'll take care of him as always and their problems whenever they arrive.

(white and red, white and red and black and blue and red and yellow and red and green and red and green )

(green greeng𝘳𝘦e𝘯𝘎R𝘌E𝘕)

She is only human.

And sometimes humans have teeth under their adult teeth, usually it's an abnormal occurance, but a bit of radiation can cause abnormalities and thankfully regrowing teeth is her only abnormality at the moment.

(There are bones that should not be there, there are things growing and borrowing inside her that do not belong)

Thankfully, her brother is growing his, there was a lot of watching how the doctors stitched together flesh so she could help her brother heal. Being a part human requires human time to heal. So, she put his bones together as best as she could to ease up the healing process.

('𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺')

(It's okay, his core sends)

She is only h̸u̷m̵a̶n̵̸?̵

Sometimes, her body feels ichy. At those time, she has to stop herself from clawing everything out.

(A halfa has a ghosts better biological immunity against many things, a limial[?] can hope to have half of them)

But, she is o̷̤̎ṅ̸͇l̵͈̄y̶̡̋ ̶̧͑h̷̹̕ů̷̠m̴̧͛ã̵̘n̸̜̓?̴̤͆ if not a bit limial

And those urges are too strong to overcome. Fortunately, her eyes also grew back and almost immediately.

(Their flesh did not.)

It had been a while, she thinks. The days and night kept blurring together. And she can't read as well as she had. But, she manages.

(But she can, they were in a language she didn't learn. Yet, she always had the ability to read all.)

(Now, she can see too much)

She keeps bringing all space related books to read out loud for Danny. She makes sure to talk about each star and asks about their shapes and stories.

(She feels his excitement and joy)

(He still can't move)

She is ̷̧̡̺͕͖̗̳̓͊͂̒͌̂͋̎͝ņ̸̈̂̅̋͗̀̅̈́̽ǒ̶̟̣̄̈́ ̸̧̡̭͕̙̙̯̚͝l̴͈͇̋̓͆̍̕ō̵̡̜̒n̸͉̠̘̑g̸̡͇͎̹̗̉e̷̘̤͇̦͚̲̰̣̅ͅȓ̸̤̞̜̫͒͝ͅ ̵̛̞͌̔̊̐̾̈̌̑h̷̯͉̩͒̅͑͗͒͝u̷̙̿́̔m̴̬̩̯̱̲͉̱̠̓̑̇̓́͠͝͠ą̷̰̒̉̀̿͒̀͠n̷̛̛͚̓̉̿͌̒̎͘ ̴̟̻͙͎̬̈́ͅn̷͓͈̋͛͊͑̇͠ô̶̢͈̩͚͉̳̘̣̲̬̈́́ ̶̠͂͊̽͌̆͊̏͂̂͝l̴̢̧͉̱̬̞̪̲̓̈̓́͐̈́͜͝͠o̵̹̥̒̀̌͠ṉ̸̪̀̇́̚g̴͙̹̪͓͙̘̠̳͒̑̾̏̀̄͛͒ȩ̸͔̭̫͌̾̓̓͆̑̾̊̚ṙ̶͈̯̜̟̩̏͂͂̂̈́̽͜͝ ̸̧̨͎͔̟̭̦͊͐͒͋̅͋̽͘l̸̢̼̫͓͉̩̝͚̘̽́̀͑̚͜ḭ̶̻̍̽̅̈́͗̈́͊̚͝͠m̴̢̱͓̰̭͇̪̀̔͊̈́̕ḭ̸̱͖̝̊̿̾̓͒̇͗ͅä̵̡̡̗̬̦̹́̋̃͑̾̿͗͌̀͊l̷̢͇̜̍̍̋ ̷̡̟͚̟̲̻̺͑̔̎͋̌͛̏̀̊͝n̸̮̎̅͒̏͘͝o̷̧̫̱̖̖͍͌̔̓͆̓̊͝ť̶̺̣̮̭̼̖̣̖̃̑̇̚̕ͅ ̸̛̮̼̹̖͔̳̲̘͓̿̍͛̓̀́͘͝͠a̶̢̟̦̼̘̺̩̝̅̏͌̑͆͑̊̉̊ ̷̩̐̐̍̽͒̆͋̚͘h̴́̉̀͒̅̊͠a̸̟̘̤͌̒̓͊̋́̕͝l̶̟̤̤̰̯̜̳̯̳̿̒͋͊̅̆̽̄̾͝f̴̢̨̱̭̊̀̂̀̌̚ą̴̰͓̜̙͖̜̭̅̈́̓̋̓̄̕͝͠ ̷̭̩̟̥̝͖͓͇̟͔̒̈́̀͠n̶̞̾̅͂̉͝ò̴̢̦͆͆̚͜t̶̞̬̏̔ ̶͐͂̀͌̄͘͝��̰͉͕̼̮̬̗̳͙̓a̵̧̲͙̿͆̏̃̀́͘ ̸̡̡̧͖̟̰̭̺͕̓̄̆̚ͅr̷̛͙͈͕̼̬̭̮̈́͋̏̀̄̕͜ē̶̢̤̻̗̖̍́s̸̢͙̳̳̲͙̉̈́͝ǒ̷̧̡̨̞̗̤͈̹̳͖̑͐̔̑̅͒̒n̶͚̱̥̍͋͋̅̄͂̀͌͘a̸̧̭̝͌̔͌͊̀̅̆̾͠ṫ̵̡̨̖͍̫͛̑ę̴͚̮̻̺̭̥̓̑͗̓ ̴̣̣̞͖̹͙̼̿̂̈́͒͜͝t̴̢̘̬͍̣̖͍͈̻̊͗̈́̀̽̒̋͋̈́ơ̶͎̖̹̽͆͒̌́̏̔̕ ̵͎̹̣͉̘͌̾̽̏͋̂̑͘k̷̛͈̯̼̻͔̲̜̣̈́̅͑̄̚̕͠e̶̡̧̛̘̹̺̟̪̰͌̍͂̎̓͗͝ḛ̶̝̾̑̑͗̓́p̴͇͖͚̳̞͖̳͇̆̿̿͌͘͜͝ ̵̛̛̯̱͂͝ḑ̴̛̥͕̰̠̪͉̦̈́̉̍̆̉́͆͝ȩ̷̺̠̗͎̥̟̖̣̰̃̈́̀̋̌̀͌ņ̵̱́̓̐̈́̋̀͊̂y̴̮͇̋̐̾i̵̙̯͇̹͍͓̲͇̜̅̔͠ͅn̸̜͍̤̹͔̺͇̺̈́̓͒̉̈́̏g̶̨̯̹̗̮̯̠̯̈́͋ ̴̯͈̭̮͉̼̳̗̅̎͆̈͒

And Danny has an ice core. Something that she's not sure if her's is too, but she does have 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 resistance to the cold.

But Danny needs it and noone can use the key to enter the place. it was heavy to lift and if it was heavy for her then nobody can lift it.

(It was made from real life aliens a long time ago Jazz! I'll tell you about them after a nap)

His silence and tiny naps last so long. I it weren't for his loud heartbeats, she might've lost it.

As, she is ọ̵̌n̸̘̹̠̻͐e̸̪̰̜͕͛ ̶͇̌w̷̨̫̪̹̌̓̇i̵̛̲̘͒͛t̷̛͈̞̱͘͝ḩ̵͖͈̙̈́̾̈́ ̷̱̐̌̐̈́͜ṫ̵̜͉h̵̢̻̖̪̆̿̅e̴̻͔͕̙͊̍̾ ̸̧̩͈̇̔d̷͉̑̾̌̓ë̷͙̰͔̒̀̃c̵̪͔͆͘ą̶̧̝̈y̷͕͕͇̓͠.

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Just realised that jazz has faaaar mooore contamination than Danny (older than him and also was the one to feed him clean food) and the Fentons (was literally contaminated as a fetus and regularly ate contaminated food and in a contaminated environment with only the green to play with)

Wouldn't be messed up if Jazz didn't get to die (and can't turn into a halfa since the portal didn't open on her) and straight up skipped dying and went to decaying.

And that the only reason she didn't grow fungus and die from illness is because she's a very health obsessed person ( cleanest room, many mental health books and advice she used on herself, and showers the second she feels dirty, immediately tries to eat healthier food when she become a teenager)

Wouldn't it be messed up if she just, fucking skipped death and fused decay with life. Oh that would also give her immortality how nice.

DPxDC Prompt/Idea Sibling Rivalry

OK The Fentons got contracted by a mysterious Mr. J for some "ghost" hunting tech. At first the Fentons buy into it, until Mr. J keeps asking for stranger and stranger edits to the machinery. Before Danny could figure out why- his Parents were in the mist of dropping the contract and heading back to Amity- When Mr. J or more known as the Joker kidnaps Fenton kids to put pressure on the parents to complete their work. Even for more amusement, he's broadcasting the hostage situation to all of Gotham, and Fentons have until the kids end up killing each other to finish his devices and added bonus capture batman. Fentons end up working with the bats while Danny wakes up in a huge sealed cage. His sister tied up behind him. Joker using his gas to fill up the room to cause the two to fight each other. Only thing is.. it doesn't work on Danny or at least all it did was make him dizzy and woozy for a moment. Jazz isn't so lucky. So Now Danny has to fight off his sister, while trying not to reveal his half-ghost status.. ON TOP of trying to think of how to escape and keep his sister from hurting herself. Joker keeps being more and more amuse, dropping the cage down into a cage arena and adding weapons as an audience of his thugs crowd around shouting and chanting.

[echo-of-sounds]

pregnancy

Small headcanons of how Aizawa, Toshinori, Hizashi, Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog would be through your pregnancy.

I don’t write about giving birth (as I’m mildly terrified of doing so) so I didn’t add anything about that. Please don’t ask for me to. And even though I’m not interested in getting pregnant, I think I’d be okay with it if Kugo or Ryo were the father.

EDIT: I love picturing all of these men with little girls. It’s just so cute!

Warnings: uh, pregnancy

Aizawa Shouta

Shouta isn’t one to jump for joy when you tell him. However, you will get to see his handsome smile when he grabs your waist, breathing out a light laugh of happiness as he tightly hugs you. His smile won’t disappear for a while. Every time he glances at you, one simply finds its way onto his face.

It may not be by a whole lot, but his behavior changes. Just a little. When you’re out and about, his hand finds its way to your back or elbow much more often, particularly in a crowd. It’s the paternal instincts kicking in. His favorite cuddling position, laying between your legs with his head on your stomach, becomes harder the farther along you are. He adjusts to laying behind you, keeping a hand on your tummy throughout the entire night.

Shouta hides his worries well. Even the people closest to him have a tough time telling what exactly is going on with him. Sometimes, it’s a good thing. He’s a stable person to lean on. But it’s difficult to deal with when you’re hormonal and emotional. He pushes himself so hard to speak more. There’s no way of him understanding everything you’re going through, but when he opens up, he can tell just how much you appreciate it during the tough times. So he does it near-daily, checking in with each other before bed.

He hates how busy his life is. Well, he’s always kind of hated it. Now it’s worse because his partner’s pregnant, and he’s stuck in a room with screaming children when he should be bringing you to your appointments. Shouta attempts to make up for the absence by heading home every night and helping around the house more. Step in. Explain how you value his help, but also need him to relax. If he gets overworked, that would only stress you more.

Shouta changes his eating habits and fitness routines. He wants you to eat well for yourself and your child. He wants you to keep exercising for yourself and your child. He simply wants your body to be healthy. Don’t grumble because he’ll throw your complaining back in your face when the Lamaze coach explains how important physical health is. But don’t worry, his cute smile makes up for the teasing.

Yagi Toshinori

Toshinori is starstruck. Too many thoughts flood and fight. He loves children and has always wanted a family. Being able to father one with you is indescribable. And he never thought the universe would grant any of that. On the flip side, his fear is also undefinable. People know who he is now; who knows what’s out there, waiting to expose All Might’s weakness. The rapid thoughts may bring a tear or two. Cup his face and kiss them away, reassuring him that everything’s okay.

The fears follow him throughout your pregnancy. Like all things (with you and him), there are good days and bad days. His emotions ramp-up during your emotional and physically unwell days. He tries his best to push them down to focus on you. But they eventually end up spilling over. It’ll be common for both of you to cry at the end of the day, snuggled together, talking about the future, worries, and anticipations.

In general, Toshinori isn’t that protective. He trusts you and your abilities. Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean you’re suddenly disabled. You can still do things. Although, he does become a bit of a helicopter. Whenever you bend over to pick up a bag, he beats you to it. He swoops the laundry basket from your hands, claiming, ‘You shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,’ despite it not even being ten pounds. He’s just very watchful of your movements.

He’s very active in dieting, doctor’s appointments, and planning. He eats well, so it’s easy for him to aid you in that respect. For doctors, he has quite a lot of contacts and knows many doctors from his time in the hospital. He asks around, only accepting the best for you. Planning, shopping, and setting up the nursery are his favorite parts. He loves choosing the sweetest colors, softest blankets, and, of course, all the adorable All Might onesies, toys, and superhero books he can find. The nursery is set up perfectly.

Toshinori doesn’t admit how incredibly your pregnant body enchants him. It isn’t always a horny, sexual need. It’s about admiring your body and what it’s creating. He just wonders at you. All the time. Sometimes the changes may make you feel insecure. He’s always there to listen and assure you how amazing your body is. If you want cuddles and kisses, he’ll give them with a smile. If you want gentle lovemaking, he guides you onto your back and gives you exactly what you want.

Yamada Hizashi

Expect a loud song of love, a bear hug, and jumping for joy when you tell him. Hizashi loves kids. He thinks they’re amazing and say some of the greatest things. And he’s beyond excited to see their quirk. Of course, it doesn’t mean he’ll love them any less if they’re born quirkless. He just loves imagining a little one with a similar quirk running around your place.

He is all about redecorating and planning. The entire apartment is getting babyfied and rearranged. The nursery will be beautifully painted. He regularly comes home with cute outfits and stuffed animals. Partly, it’s because he’s just so excited. The other part is he wants you to relax through the pregnancy. No stress, pressure, and unnecessary burden on your shoulders. He’s there to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.

Hizashi doesn’t just spoil your unborn child; he spoils you, buying you those pregnancy pillows, your favorite ice cream, driving you everywhere, etc… He just hates how much time his jobs take. He’d rather spend his time with you. To help, he’ll ask for time off of patrols, choosing to be closer with you, physically, mentally, and emotionally, during your pregnancy.

In the later months, Hizashi is all over you. Seriously, he will not leave you alone. He’s very handsy, kneading and licking your swollen, sore breasts, and stroking your belly. Your body, and everything it’s doing, is utterly gorgeous to him. He’ll suck away, gently nursing on your nipple while dozing off to Tv, occasionally switching to the other so it isn’t left needy.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

When you tell Taishiro, you’ll only be able to get out a few words before you’re lifted off your feet and spun around. He smooches all over your face, laughing and cheering about how amazing and perfect and stunning you are. You’ll have to ask to be put down lest you get sick from all his spinning. But his compliments keep coming. They won’t dwindle for a while. There’s just too much love in his body to keep inside.

Whatever you’re craving, no matter if it’s pineapple dipped in ketchup, he gives without complaint. He may try some of your odd combinations. Who knows? You could be on to something new. At the same time, he also watches out for your health. The cravings suck. He understands that. He truly does. But if you ate something sweet/not as healthy for lunch, then he plans a healthy dinner for you. Your body’s going crazy. It needs its nutrients.

Your worries are always taken seriously. It could be the most absurd thing to be anxious over. Tai always listens. His cute smile and never-ending positivity help a ton. Your body and brain are going through a lot. He’ll do his part to validate all your feelings. He talks down the anxieties as you eat pickles on ice cream, making sure you are and feel heard.

Since he works one job compared to the others, he’s able to be with you much more, notably during the hard-to-handle days and at appointments. And he picks up extra chores so you can rest through aches and pains. Any choices you make regarding your pregnancy and birth, he supports. He may not agree with everything, but he loves you, and it’s your body. He’ll always put your comfort and wishes first.

Tai treasured your tummy before. But now, seeing you growing with his child, he’s absolutely enraptured. He places nightly and morning kisses on your belly. When he wakes you up, his kisses trail down to the bump. Every night, he rubs lotion into your tummy, kissing and cooing to his child. It doesn’t matter if you’re only one week pregnant, and it’s just a clump of cells in there. Tai still sings to them.

Gang Orca

Kugo is in disbelief when you tell him. He freezes, staring, hardly hearing your words. Give him five minutes. He’ll process what you said and snap back to the present. Watch out because you’re going to get lifted high into the air and maybe tossed like a father does a baby. He’s just practicing. It’ll only take one or two days for him to slip into paternal mode. It’s damn near instinct for him.

As per usual, he’s a gentle paragon behind closed doors. Throughout your pregnancy, he melts into a puddle of sweet honey. His overall affection skyrockets. His hands and claws are as tender as possible whenever they touch you, doing whatever you need him to: massaging your back and legs, rubbing lotion all over, or brushing your hair. He reassures you through tears. He prepares healthy meals that satisfy your cravings. And he holds you all night, keeping you safe on his chest and in his arms.

Kugo goes to every single checkup and appointment. It doesn’t matter if it’s just an ordinary visit to your primary care doctor; he calls out of work and goes with you. At any ultrasounds, expect a few tears, especially when you hear the heartbeat for the first time. He holds them in until you’re alone. The second the door closes, his forehead is nudging yours as small, loved-filled tears fall. He never thought he’d get a family. Part of him thought he didn’t deserve a family, but you’ve proven that false repeatedly.

The farther along you are, the more he watches out for you. He checks in every morning to make sure you took your medicine and vitamins. He washes you so you don’t strain yourself. If you’re waddling, he offers his arm for support and helps you stand. If your back hurts, he applies a heating patch to your lower back and puts your shoes on for you. If you need it, he can carry you to the car and into where you’re going.

As does everyone, Kugo has doubts about his quirk and abilities. People have always viewed those with mutations differently. And it can affect their health, leading to numerous doctor visits and tests. He doesn’t want his baby to deal with the staring, whispers, self-doubts, and distress he did. To support him, talk in detail about his fears and help him realize he’s never disappointed you or hurt anyone. Kugo’s exactly how he should be.

Hound Dog

Ryo doesn’t have a tail, but you’ll definitely see a little happy wiggly before he hugs you. The following week, he keeps you close as he acts differently: rubbing up against you to ensure you smell like him, touching your nose with his, lapping along your neck, sleeping incredibly close, and occasionally smelling between your legs, licking the air around there to smell better. It’s awkward, almost weird, since it isn’t average ‘human’ behavior. But if you love him, let him do it. Please. Understand his nose works differently. It reassures and comforts him to smell you, checking in to see if anything’s changed.

Ryo gets protective when you’re on your period: When you’re pregnant, it’s so, so incredibly worse. He hovers, grumbling low at those walking by. Others barely hear it. It’s intense enough for you to feel it when he’s behind you. He doesn’t like people running up to you, or startling you, or roughhousing or playing in any way. He’s lenient with children, less with teens. Women get a deep growl and scowl. God help any man that approaches you. You might have to have him wear his Hero outfit’s muzzle until you give birth. Though, that might not help because then he’d be protective of two people.

It’s only the teensiest amount better at home. He makes you rest, almost too much. After work or some time outside, he shuffles you to the couch so you can’t overwork yourself. He’s a pleasant change of pace from his typical gruff self. However, as great as he is at the physical needs, he still struggles with the emotional aspects. You can cry on his shoulder, complain, and talk about your worries all you need to. He’s just a bit clunky when it comes to reciprocating the soft emotions. But he puts all his heart into it, and it’s easy to tell.

Ryo is also one who loves pregnancy sexy. You’re swollen and sensitive, and he loves watching your breasts bounce, maybe even leak a little depending on how far along you are. And since you’re already pregnant, he releases and stays inside. After, he lays behind you, keeping himself deep in you despite being flaccid, just feeling how wet and aroused and full you are because of him. When the heated moment is finally done, he licks you clean, nearly getting drunk off your smell.

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Counting Sheep

Summary: Oneshot of Jasmine struggling to fight herself to fall asleep and getting help from a new tiny fuzzy friend and Nick. This is cannon, I really wanted to write some familial fluff and comfort ahead of the main fic because I’m impatient and this filled me with joy.

TW: For intense feelings of loneliness and vague allusion to abuse of a child and deaths of family members. All of this is in the first half but it sweetens up at the end. 🥰🥰🥰

It had been one of Jasmines hopes that getting back into a regular sleeping schedule wouldn’t prove to be that difficult. Yet it had to be nearing midnight and she was not granted a wink of sleep despite her tiredness crying for otherwise.

Stupid fears racking up a storm again.

Ellie had long since gone to her home for the night and was not due back until the morning. Tomorrow, the older woman had planned to fill the day with reorganizing and deep cleaning the office from top to bottom, a task that will prove to be easier said than done.

Despite the tedious chore that laid ahead, Ellie utterly refused to leave or even step out for a moment until she was certain that Jazzy was freshly washed and properly ready for bed. She only left to chase her own sleep once the teen had screwed her eyes shut with the blanket over her and had promised to try to come knocking if something went astray.

Nick was out on another, “too dangerous for you kiddo,” case that would likely extend to at least a few days. Jasmine of course gave a loud fuss about being left behind when she was literally made for this sort of thing, but Nick had stood firm on his decision and left her sulking at home. Deep down she understood that Dad was only looking out for her, but she wished that he wouldn’t leave for an extended amount of time without bringing her along.

Because now she was left here alone in the darkness with only her thoughts to keep her company. Not a new thing in her world and it shouldn’t be an issue long term, but tonight it would appear that it was becoming problematic, and there wasn’t a instant solution on hand.

It’s downright scary, and that’s saying a lot coming from someone like her.

Her limp arm swatted besides her to the nightstand where her brown stuffed bear that she had dubbed Winnie resided. Jazzy seized the beloved toy and held it close to her chest, smelling that oh-so-familiar and comforting flowery perfume that she had sprayed on Winnie’s head earlier.

The bottle described the scent as delicate fresh water rose with a mixture of sharp cattleya that partnered with warm black vanilla, but to Jas it was more special than that. It was her mother’s signature scent, one that filled the girl with a strong sense of the nurturing, maternal, and unconditional love that her mother had expressed. Funny how a simple scent could trigger those feelings that she had missed.

Made her feel much warmer and complete on the inside, but it couldn’t fill that dull, lonely emptiness of a void sinking in her heart on its own. Maybe she needed an actual living companion to help out.

Her eyes went down to the foot of the bed to where Apple, her little ginger kitten, was swirled up and snoozing without a care in her kitty-cat world.

“Lucky, you make it seem so easy,” she whispered while reaching down to scratch between her tiny ears. Apple chittered in her sleep, twisting so she was belly up with her toe beans raised. She pawed the air a bit, then settled into the kind of godly level of slumber that Jas could only daydream to achieve at the moment.

At least one of them could be snoozy and tranquil, but other still had to figure something out because she was starting to feel the claws of desperation start to tug and scratch at her. Obviously laying in a soft warm bed didn’t help in any shape, way or form, so perhaps another familiar resting place would suit her better.

Moving carefully as to not disturb her slumbering feline friend, the teen gracefully rolled herself out of bed and onto the floor, taking Winnie with her. Thick fogginess stuffed her head as if cotton balls had been shoved into her ears and into her skull, a telltale sign that sleep was a necessity. She reached under her bed and tossed aside her baseball bat, granting her enough room to crawl under the bed to a greater sense of enclosed security.

By now she was supposed to go downstairs, bundle herself in her coat, open the door to the freezing winter night that would turn any poor unfortunate soul into a popsicle if they got stuck out there and make a short trek down to Ellie’s house. But no one in their right mind wants to be awoken in the middle of the night by a close-to-tears teen whining about not being able to sleep so they woke you up from your slumber to help them.

That’s just downright embarrassing.

To spare both parties from having to deal with that disaster she instead curled up into a fetal position with her back against the wall and her stuffed bear held close, trying to breathe the exercise routine that Nick had showed her. Being under the bed gave her a more enclosed atmosphere, a little shield to keep her safe. From down here, no monster can easily grab onto you and drag you away, especially when you have a baseball bat and a million pocketknives stashed nearby.

Jasmine shut her eyes with a small prayer on her lips for some relief from this, just a sliver of peace for tonight.

“One sheep, two sheep, three sheep…”

Please work.

“Four sheep, five sheep, six sheep…”

Hours that felt like several lifetimes ticked by, each one draining her more than the last until she finally reopened her eyes with a frustrated mewl.

Every damn sheep, bunny, kitten, puppy, brahmin, molerat, and deathclaw in the whole farm of La-La world had been counted, yet she was more awake then when she first went to bed!

Disgruntled and on the brink of tears, Jas gave up and crawled out from under the bed shaking all over with her teeth clenched together. She kicked her feet several times at the floor with huffs and groans of frustrated curses, her exhaustion not allowing her to turn into a tornado of fury and cause some real damage.

How cruel and unfair sleep was to her, because even when she is granted it, it’s not even a pleasant or peaceful experience as night terrors are almost guaranteed to plague her. But apparently humans ain’t solar powered so unless she wants to spend another 24hrs worrying Dad and Ellie on why she could barely function and was slurring her words, she had to think of something.

She stopped kicking up a storm and rested her head in her knees, blowing some runaway curls off her face while she pondered. Apple was somehow still perfectly asleep despite the ruckus, now stretched out to cover the majority of the bed like she owned it.

The teen twirled her fingers through her hair as she watched her pet snooze away, her own chest quickly rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

There was a singular thought that lingering in the back of her mind… An older trick she had used a long time ago. It would require movement though, if she was gonna attempt to try it.

Slowly but surely, Jasmine rose up from the floor shaking all over. Her steps wobbled like little Bambi as she made her way down from her loft and into the pitch dark with Winnie in tow. This was possibly a horribly idiotic idea, she can hardly see shit and it might make her more despondent in the end. But it was her last shot to shoot.

The only sounds that she could hear was that of her own breath and footsteps along with the sound of the howling winter wind shaking the building from outside. It almost sounded like a giant ghost was hovering just outside with the way the wind whistled through the makeshift buildings.

She grabbed one of Nicks coats from off the hanger by the main door, wrapping the well worn garment around herself and taking in the familiar scent of cigarettes, old cloth, and metal. If she can ground herself into something or someone that was recently reassuring and soothing, then maybe she can be granted the grace of sleep from that.

It had worked wonderfully on both a toddler and a 13 year old multiple times, so what’s to say that it can’t work now over 200 years into the future?

Holding the coat with one hand, she stretched out the other and felt around in the abyss until she found his desk and chair. Seating herself, Jas shooed away any leftover clutter that Nick had carelessly left into the far corners of his desk, taking care not to drop anything. She laid her head into her hands, sighing with a shiver and a chatter of her teeth.

The rest of the office was much chiller compared to her loft that was kept warm with a small space heater. It was their only one and she had insisted multiple times that it should be used downstairs for everyone’s comfort, but Nick wouldn’t hear it. So it stayed permanently in her room, leaving the rest of the office colder than the Arctic at night and unfortunately, she ain’t no polar bear.

Would’ve been a smart move on her part to bring one of the blankets downstairs when she made the journey here, but she’ll have to settle with tucking in the coat that smelled like her adopted father around herself even tighter.

“Mrrreow??”

The girl peeped opened her swollen eyes, barely making out the tiny figure that appeared from around the corner and trotted up to her. Apple leapt up onto the desk, very nearly body slamming Jas in the the face in doing so.

Apple hadn’t been here in the office all that long, but she had gotten synced with Jazzy the minute Nick had boughten the kitten home and the two had made eye contact.

Even at only six months, she could smell from a mile away when the teen was in despair, and her empathetic nature always sent her running over. The only reason that Jas could figure on why the kitten hadn’t come running sooner was because she was just as exhausted from the day as herself.

Jasmine snatched Apple the moment she landed on the desk, bringing her face close to the kitty's fuzzy neck for the warmth and the faint sound of her heartbeat. Apple purred with delight at the attention she was receiving, and on how she seemed to ease her distressed owner. Jas giggled when Apple started to knead the top of her head, as cats do when they are content.

Her giggles started to fade however, gradually turning into weak suppressed sobs. The teens biggest problem still stubbornly remained to torture her to over exhaustion, and she was this close to dumping herself on the floor with defeated wails to the merciless sleep lords.

Apple took to trying to groom the curls on Jazzy’s head, trilling quietly while doing so. The little feline couldn’t understand why Jasmine smelled like tears and sorrow, but she could understand that her actions made it disappear a tiny bit.

The front doors lock jingled and click from the outside, making the two of them turn their heads to look. It swung open and a big whoosh of frigid air rushed in after Nick as he stepped into his office with a heavy sigh.

Jazzy jolted with joy and almost melted with relief when she saw her Dad enter like a miracle given. Her lips parted to call out for him, but she couldn’t make a sound without the threat of tears overflowing her face.

Apple on the other hand appeared to be very pleased that her other food-and-cuddle-bringer had returned to comfort the smaller and cuter food-and-cuddle-bringer.

A few beats passed before the detective finally took notice of his daughter half asleep at his desk with her head nestled into her cat. Worry instantly riddled his face as he approached while undoing his shoulder holster, tossing it on the other desk. “Doll? Whatcha doing down here this early?”

“Mmph… can’t fucking sleep,” she croaked out with the dreaded frustrated tears dripping down her cheeks. She felt like such a needy baby, but she can’t stop herself from crying or yearning to be held. Although she stayed in her spot without moving to give home a hug.

Nick kneeled down and tenderly brushed some curls from her face, getting a better look at his sleep tormented kid in the dim lighting.

“How long has she been down here, Apple?” He questioned the kitten while giving her scratches with his exposed hand that provided maximum effective pets. Apple purred in approval, lifting her chin to allow her favorite spot to be reached but left his question unanswered.

Jazzy briefly raised her head to meet Nicks glowing eyes in the otherwise darkroom. To others, it was considered terrifying to be meet with those kind of eyes and form, but she can’t think of a more loving sight or smile than her dads. Besides, she’s stared at people prettier and had never felt more terrified in her life.

Her weighted eyelids snapped shut again, a long slow breath escaping her lips. “Time is it?”

“Just past 4:00 am,” he replied while taking out his handkerchief from his breast pocket, gingerly wiping her tear stained face with it.

Much later than she had anticipated, but nothing can be done about it now. “M’kay…” Jasmine sucked in a breath, opening her eyes another time to gaze at Nick, whom she just remembered got back after a long day. “Hiya Daddy, welcome home…”

He let out a soft chuckle of partial relief upon hearing her sweet little greeting, tucking away the handkerchief and opening his arms to offer a hug.

“C’mere kiddo.”

She wasted no time leaping from the chair and into the warmth of his embrace upon hearing the invitation, almost choking on a sob. He touched her icy hands, then pressed his good hand to her cheek that might as well be frosted over. “Ya trying to catch your death? You’re absolutely freezing, Jazzy.”

“Cold don’t bother me,” she replied, her voice muffled because she was pressing her face into his coat. Could one’s nose fall off from the mere cold alone? ‘Cause it sure as hell felt like it could right now at any chosen moment.

“You’re shivering too, why didn’t ya go down to Ellies?” He questioned while rocking her from side to side in his arms, not expecting a complete answer.

“I dunno,” she responded in another mumble, knowing full well he can see right through her.

“Don’t know if I believe that, but let’s focus on getting you to catch some proper z’s.” He kissed her forehead and adjusted Winnie so she wouldn’t fall off when he stood with Jazzy scooped in his arms.

Most teens her age would fuss about being too old for monsters in the closets, stuffed animals, hugs and kisses from their parents, and being carried to bed by them. But how could she reject this when she missed all of her late family members dearly, so much so that words can’t begin to explain.

Family shouldn’t be taken for granted for even a singular moment, because you never know when you have to say goodbye to those cherish people, if you get the grace to say goodbye at all. She spent years yearning for the familial affection that was so cruelly ripped from her, years crying for someone to hold and protect her again. That’s why she won’t dare shove the fatherly love that Nick had for her away, it was her most treasured thing.

Worth more than gold in her bruised and broken little heart.

If Jas could had the capability to express how much he means to her right now, she would. But she had a feeling that Nick already understood, even better than anyone. So she simply nestled her head on his shoulder, already feeling secured and relaxed as he carried her back upstairs.

He tenderly settled Jazzy backs down on her mattress and turned on the bedside lamp, tucking the poor shivering girls blanket over her quite snuggly so she could warm up. Jas rubbed her face against her impossibly soft pillow, feeling like she was laid on a marshmallow.

She heard the ruffling of Nick’s coat followed by the flick of his lighter and the click of the lamp being turned off. A warm glow remained however, and Jas soon caught the cozy scent of pumpkin cinnamon spice in the air from the candle that he had lit.

Nick brought out and aired several blankets to lay over her form, enough that she could hardly move under them all. “Need to buy heavier blankets for ya kitten, Jack Frost can get a whole-lotta more fiesty in the later months,” he commented as he bent down to adjust the heater to its highest setting.

“Can’t move no more,” she informed him while struggling to free her arms from the pile of blankets and sheets eating her, holding them out to Nick and grabbing midair for him like a little child when she finally did.

He chuckled and smiled warmly, kicking off his shoes before he set down his hat on the spot on her nightstand that Winnie once was. He took the time to make sure his daughter was snug before laying besides her and pulling the blankets over himself as well.

Jazzy immediately scooted closer and clung to him, listening to his inner working gurgle and churn and finding it to be just as comforting as any heartbeat. Nick tossed her hair over her pillow so it wouldn’t get tangled while she slept and pressed another kiss to her head. He held her tightly and took to rubbing her shoulder in the reassuring fatherly manner that came naturally for him.

“Shh, sweetheart, you’re alright. I’ve got you...”

Like pure magic the loneliness started to drip and melt away, the empty void that seemed to be all consuming at one point started to get filled. No more tears poured down Jazzy’s face as she listened to Nick hum Way Back Home, a song that he knew his kid deeply adored.

Apple chose this time to saunter into the room from downstairs, jumping up on the bed and stepping on the pair to lay behind Jasmine. She molded her body around her favorite teen girls head like a little hat, purring loudly and adding to the loving, homely atmosphere.

Finally, the exhausted girl started to slip off into a promising stretch of blessed sleep, her small hand reaching for Nicks as her breaths evened out to a rhythm.

“Mhm, love you Daddy…”

He gently squeezed his little girls hand, resting his chin on her head as she drifted off. “Sweet dreams kiddo, I love ya too.”

For the first time in a long while, Nick could say he felt like a complete man again.

(Excuse me while I go cry in the corner with happiness)

[voidtouched-blue]

Forgotten-contract--prior

He’d found more joy in the last two weeks than in his years stranded on this star. A glint of light passed over his glasses, earning a squint for a moment as they walked with those few sweet beats of flushed cheeks and casual friendship, and the conversation earlier in the their day drifted back to his mind, looking down at her with not an ounce of expectation in his voice; temperate, easy - as most things with her seemed to become. “Was there anything you required of me for my eyes? If… that is still something you’d wish to attempt I mean.” He didn’t want to bring her from her actual important work more than needed. His sight had been like this for nearly the century of his time in the Source, for better or worse, it was his life, and nothing more.

What I would give to hear that sweet sound again.

Even as the tears of joy threatened to spill over from her eyes, Cyra had yet to catch the emotion that followed that thought. Instead, she found herself taking in details she hadn't noticed before. The way he smiled gave her the same peace of mind as the quiet solace her home had granted her in times of external chaos. Without truly acknowledging the feeling, she wanted nothing more than to sink into the security of his company.

For the first time in her pitiful existence, she did not know the painful sting of wounding memories.

It was as if his presence had shut the door to her nightmares completely, locking it tight with the way he seemed to relax as much as she did in these blissful moments. A kindred spirit to enjoy the golden glow of a sunset with, and forget about their troubles for a while.

The headache that still throbbed behind her eyes felt miniscule in comparison to the happiness that wrapped around her heart.

When was the last time I truly laughed this much? When was the last time I laughed at all before we met? I cannot for the life of me remember...

It was with a decrescendo of laughter that gave way to breathy sighs of amusement as the two of them brought the moment to a calm. The Keeper paid no real attention to the thoughts and feelings that came and went as they wanted. She had only focused on the pure enjoyment of his company.

“Thank you, Cyra, I’m honored.”

The way he said her name had her heart catch in her throat. She looked up at him, that sweet smile mirroring his own as he spoke. And she found herself without the proper words to truly express the swelling emotion in her chest. So, instead she let out a weighty sigh as she caught her breath. Her hand reached up to tug at her ear in that same bashful motion she hadn't truly recognized as a mannerism until recently.

Then we're both in agreement, as friends.

The thought was something she hadn't the courage to speak into existence. Though it remained silent, she could feel its' truth settling in comfortably between them. It was as warm as a summer morning, and it made her feel as though she had been living in a dream. Cyra had been looking out to the path ahead, watching the magic of the afternoon sun casting its beams through the canopy of the forest. Her aetheric fatigue felt like a distant memory.

The pleasant timbre of his voice had her turning to look upon him once more, a welcome distraction from those cloudy thoughts that cast a silence across her mind. For a second, she thought that if he hadn't been wearing those shaded glasses, then she would have willingly braved the discomfort of eye contact, just to feel the thoughts that swam behind his honeyed gaze.

His question, however, had reminded her of that brave request of permission she had given him on their way to the city earlier in the day. Her expression softened, the gears of her healer's mind beginning to turn once again now that they had both experienced a rather welcome moment of mental rest from the stress of being back in society. She looked away in thought, bringing her clawed fingers to her chin and lightly tapping at her lips.

Of course she would need some time to reference a particular tome just to confirm the method in which she needed to approach this, but she also wanted to take into account his comfort. Being as short as she was with their rather dramatic difference in height, it would make for some rather awkward positioning. She had only been close to him on a handful of occasions, but not many of them had nearly been as willing as they both seemed to be at the mere suggestion of her want to help him. She couldn't fight the way the heat colored her face at the thought.

"Well..." She giggled nervously, trying to school her emotions back to a more manageable level. "All that is truly required is a brief read to confirm a few things I have in mind, and of course the requirement of touch..." Cyra could not help the way her words trailed off as that ghostly sensation of a memory forgotten had brought a curious tingle to her fingers and lips.

She waved the thought away, blinking to return to the present and finish speaking what she had in her mind.

"I promise that if I cannot at least provide some relief once we've returned, then trust that (with your permission of course) I will try again until I've at least given you some measure of comfort." She let out a quiet breath of honesty.

"Perhaps a chance to prove all my hard work wasn't for naught." Cyra thought to herself aloud, not realizing the words had slipped out at all. Though, the thought of his words earlier at the market had returned that warm smile to her lips with a determination that would not allow failure as an option.

[animensfw-smut]

Can I get Shigaraki x Innocent Reader?

Sure! 

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+. Shigaraki will probably be ooc in this...

Reader is innocent but not to the point where she doesn’t know what sex is. 

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*Third pov*

His fingers danced across her hair, twirling thin pieces of hair between his fingers. He was careful to not place down his fifth finger, in fear of the consequences it may cause. Tomura was wary; how could someone trust him like this?

A satisfied hum left the girl’s lips as she relaxed into his tender touch. (y/n) was the one person Tomura was afraid to hurt with his quirk. But she was able to convince him to remove his gloves that were now placed on the table. 

That was a month ago. Tomura was confident in being near (y/n) without his gloves on and without the fear of hurting her now. This led to another problem. His worries now gone, all of his thoughts consisted of (y/n) and how he wanted to touch her and take her virginity and innocence away. 

Throughout the days, Tomura’s touches had been dangerously close to her most private areas, (y/n) not noticing anything. His fingers had caressed her inner thigh, slowly inching upwards until the edge of his finger brushed along her core. It came to a point where he could no longer hold in his desires, and he decided to confront (y/n) about them. 

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Filling up a glass of water, (y/n) stood in her kitchen with only an oversized t-shirt on, her underwear and bra beneath that. Slender arms wrapped around her figure, resting beneath her breasts, warm breath fanning over her neck,

“Couldn’t sleep?” His deep voice penetrated her ears sending a shiver down her spine,

“Mm, what about you, Tomura-kun?” He nuzzled his nose into her neck, pressing light kisses along her shoulder,

“It was cold without you.” A smile etched its’ way onto her face as she leaned back into his embrace. (y/n) made a surprised sound when Tomura hooked an arm behind her knees and lifted her princess style, careful to keep his pinky away from her.

“Since we both can’t sleep, want to try something new?”

“Something new like what?”

“Sex.” Tomura stated bluntly, and it took (y/n) a few seconds to register what he had said. Her cheeks flared up, heat coursing throughout her body as she covered her face,

“Wh-What?! Y-You can’t j-just say that!!!” They reached the bed where Tomura gently placed (y/n) down. 

“So... Do you... Want to try it with me?” Biting her lower lip, (y/n) managed a small nod. They had been together for some time now, and (y/n) completely trusted Tomura.  

Shifting into a more comfortable position, Tomura began to undress (y/n), starting with removing her t-shirt. She shivered once her whole body was exposed to the cool night air, her eyes closing in an attempt to stop herself from being anymore embarrassed. 

Tomura’s eyes locked onto her glistening folds; it was drenched in her arousal, some of it leaking onto the bed sheets. His finger gathered up some of her juices before sliding swiftly into her cunt. He groaned at the way her cunt tightened around his finger, it made him harder just by thinking of how it would feel to be inside her. 

“I-It f-feels weird...” 

“I know, i know. Just bare with me while i stretch you out, okay princess?” She nodded, hugging a pillow to her chest as he continued to add in another finger. It plunged into her core in a scissoring motion, stretching out her folds to fit his cock. He didn’t want her first time to hurt badly. The pads of his fingers rubbed around her walls deliciously, her thighs unconsciously tightening around his hand. Small, quiet moans escaped her mouth, muffled by the pillow she buried her face into. 

Tomura had three fingers inside her, his thumb going to press against her clit, It sent a wave of pleasure over her causing her to squirm against him,

“N-No... I-I feel l-like I-I’m...  Ngh... Gonna b-burst...” He dragged his fingers out slowly before diving right back into her cunt,

“Let it all out princess~”

She let out a loud moan, her thighs clamping down on his hand as she released all over his fingers. She peeked an eye open, her expression turning shocked with embarrassment,

“I-I’m sorry, T-Tomura-k-kun...!”

“Mm, it’s fine~” He slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking the juices off them. (y/n) clenched her eyes shut,

“I-Isn’t that d-durty...?!”

“You taste sweet~” His chapped lips came into contact with hers as he gave her a passionate kiss. He shifted his position, removing his clothing, leaving his leaking cock exposed. (y/n)’s eyes widened when he plunged his cock into her dripping cunt, the stretch sending pain to her lower half. With slight tears in her eyes, she gripped his arm,

“T-Tomura-k-kun, it h-hurts...” Tomura brushed a strand of hair away from her face,

“Shh, I’ll stay until you adjust, okay?” She nodded, taking in deep breaths before she rolled her hips, allowing him to move. He dragged his cock out of her folds before pushing in with force. Her legs wrapped around his waist like a vice, the newfound pleasure too much for her to handle. 

Tomura’s eyes fixated on her breasts which moved with every thrust. 

“Mmn...” His lips wrapped around her nipple, the tip of his tongue pressing against it with every lick. Her head rolled back as her fingers tangled with the messy strands of hair.

It was warm in the room with no windows opened, only the loud moans and groans heard. Tomura’s gaze was locked onto (y/n)’s face and the expressions she made as he continued to pleasure her. It brought him joy like no other that he was the one taking away her innocence and that he was the only one able to see her like this. 

He grunted before bringing a leg over his shoulder, the new position allowing him to enter at a deeper angle. (y/n) choked as his cock pressed against her cervix, abusing it over and over again. 

“Ah...!” She let out a breathless moan, her back arching while Tomura’s fingers teased at her nipple, bringing her closer to the edge. Her pussy clenched around his cock, squeezing around it as her toes curled. Tomura removed his mouth from her nipple, unable to contain his groaning,

“Shit... S-So... Mngh... T-Tight... Gonna cum...” He bit his lip as he pounded into her. His thrusts were desperate and sloppy as he chased his release. 

“N-No, th-that’s t-too much...!” (y/n) sobbed, her fingers clawing against his back and creating red marks. 

“Mngh!” She let out a loud cry as her cum leaked around his cock and onto the bed sheets yet again. Tomura’s lips found hers, his tongue entering her mouth and leaving them both breathless as he emptied his cum inside her. She was filled to the brim and he continued to pump his cock into her until his cum was deep inside of her. 

“I-It feels warm...” She lay on the bed, sprawled out with cum leaking out of her abused pussy. The sight was enough to make his cock hard again as he gulped. No... One round was not enough. (y/n) let out a surprised squeal when he entered her yet again. 

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A/N

I hope i made reader innocent enough! Honestly, i find it really hard to write about an innocent reader most of the times.

Anyway, the next request will be Tanjiro x Twin! Reader. It’s an incest fic so if you don’t like incest then don’t read it. (:

I still have 22 requests left to do until I’ve cleared out all my requests...

[misschifuyu]

hello <3 i really liked your mikey relationship hcs, can i request one for chifuyu too? tysm :p

- hi there bb !! im so happy to hear that you liked them, and of course I can do some for chifuyu aswell, I do hope you like them ♡

General relationship headcanons with Chifuyu

characters: chifuyu matsuno

genre: fluff

warnings: none

chifuyu will be the typical person that, when he gets a crush, you will know he's got a crush

he won't act all flirty with you upon realising what those fuzzy feelings actually were; instead, he'd start spending a lot more time with you, even asking to hang out every now and then if you happened to be free

you only saw this side of a crushing chifuyu, but know that baji had to put up with a whole different side of him

whenever he'd come back from spending, let's say, an afternoon with you, he could practically bounce off the walls with excitement when he arrived at his best friend's place

he's a very giddy person when he's happy about something, so it would take baji a bit of patience until he would actually sit still and tell him about everything

this will only double when he told him that he had finally confessed to you, receiving an approving response on your behalf

he was absolutely over the moon, and it would take quite a bit to get him back down again

now, once the two of you have established a relationship, you will notice that chifuyu gets a little less jittery when around you

he's no longer trying his best to not say something that would scare you off, or hold himself back from talking about peke j

speaking of, you will have already met his cat, but expect to spend a lot more time with this feline when you're dating, as you'd frequently go over more

the little animal will, of course, take a liking to you, and chifuyu wouldn't be able to hold back a proud smile as he watched you mingle with his son

yes, peke j is his son, in his eyes at least. well, your son too now, really

but enough about the cat. knowing that he could finally be closer to you, chifuyu will let out his touch starved side and bring you into his arms any time he could

he's a very affectionate person, and there were no words he could find to describe how happy he was to know that he could finally give all this pent up loving to someone, especially since it was you

see, none of the toman guys look to be very welcoming of hugs and hand holding, so he was left with pretty much nothing for a good while

he will absolutely love having you in his arms. cuddling is frequent with him, no doubt; the two of you can spend hours snuggled together, simply holding small talk as you rested your head against his chest, his fingers running through your hair

being held is another thing he will enjoy immensely

he loves whenever you'd bring him towards you, to the warmth of your body, and plant small kisses on his nose and cheeks

a light shade of pink will always be dusted across his expression every time you'd do this, but he could never care less

he especially loves when you wrap your hands around his neck, fumbling with the ends of his hair as you bring him into a loving kiss. oh he could stay there forever if the time would let him

when the two of you are out, he will always slip his fingers into your hand, entangling them with your own

it's a little thing he does to know that you're there, beside him, and that he is able to stand before you if you were to get into any sort of trouble

speaking of, he will be very, very wary to tell anyone else other than the members he was closest to about you

he wanted you to have nothing to do with the gangs, as he knew well that you could be used as a target if somebody wanted to go against him

if ever you have to go out at night, chifuyu will accompany you

even if it meant leaving a meeting half-way through, he will sprint over to your place to make sure that you'd walk safely through the dark streets of tokyo

he loves you more than anything, and the last thing he needed was to fight off a bunch of gang members after you were attacked by them

moving on from the protective side of this bundle of joy, chifuyu is know to absolutely spoil you

we're talking big time

you want the alpaca in the claw vending machine? he will spend every last penny in his pocket until he gets the fluffy thing

mention a liking towards a certain piece of clothing? he'll show up with it a few days later with the excuse of a 'spontaneous shopping spree and I happened to see it'

on your first anniversary he bought you one of those little teddy bears with a heart that you can put a picture in, with one of the two of you

he couldn't stop looking at it that night as you put it on display in your room, saying how much of a bargain it had been

of course, soon after you got him a similar one, and he would sleep with it. even if you were sleeping over, the soft toy wouldn't be far from the sheets

he just loves anything that has to do with you, honestly

his favourite place to go with you on dates is the cinema, especially if its a scary movie

as much as he doesn't seem like he'd enjoy these types of movies, he will have an absolute blast whenever the two of you went together to see one

he's not one to get scared by them, and if you happen to jump at them, you will literally have to cover his mouth to prevent getting kicked out of the cinema

he finds your jumps hilarious, and he will always know when you're about to get scared because the grip on his hand considerably tightens

he wishes he could capture every one of these moments, as much as you'd beg to differ over the comedic value behind them

all in all, these sweetheart loves you very, very much

and he will remind you of the fact as much as he can

short text messages, letters he'd leave by your door whenever he had a busy day and just straight up telling you, even if you were in the middle of a conversation

he just needs to know how appreciated and important you are to him

and he shall not stop until you realise this

tell him you love him too, though. his reactions are always the best, blushing like a maniac and stuttering with words you could only just make out as praises about yourself

he's just a little lover boy