#theyre made of so many little parts that come together and they can be changed and made new and they can be a beautiful facade for ppl to

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

The secret to good school is good funding. One day, I dream of a world where all schools have options for their children. Personally, I think it's pretty important for that sort of thing to start out early. See if you're actually into that think BEFORE you're 100k in debt and hating your life.

My area has some awesome architecture. One time, I wanted to do a project on it, and my teacher said it was too complicated. I cried, like genuinely left that class, found a place to sit down, and just cried. The buildings were pretty, and I wanted to talk about them. I really do love the amount of thought put into those buildings. The people who made them are dead, but their art is still there. A bunch of dudes 100 years ago sat down and designed this theater. Then more came in and built it. And here I am, sitting there.

Architecture is so awesome in the way that it's interactive. It can survive longer than any human.

definitely!! being able to explore interests before you gotta choose one for your career is soso important i rlly wish i got to try out some more shit before i had to settle on smth

also sameee my city has a lot of old architecture (especially my school. some of the buildings are falling apart but they're very old and very pretty) and im like just in awe of it like architecture is an art but it's more than an art because unlike a lot of art it's not just something to look at it's somewhere someone lives or works or goes with friends and makes memories like a lot of art doesnt have a practical function but architecture does and it serves as a setting for so much of people's lives and that's really impactful and so awesome because there's architecture everywhere and it's all so beautiful *dreamy sigh*

also sucks that ur teacher sucked i hate when teachers/profs won't let you do projects on what ur passionate abt like passion is the basis of learning why aren't u supporting that....

[81folklore]

heaven - PIASTRI - final part

pairings: oscar piastri x private!reader (fc: gracie abrams + pinterest)

summary: on the 2 year anniversary of oscars first win in f1, everyone’s favorite couple has a surprise

type: social media au (smau)

note: well this is it!! the final part to heaven!! this ending has always been the plan and im so pleased i can finally post it, this win has been a longgg time coming and i am super stoked for oscar!!! obviously not the best race (esp for mclaren fans) but we got through it and oscar won!!!! super duper proud of my mclaren boys and i cant wait to see many more 1-2 with them!!

i honestly cant believe this is the last part to this series, this was one of the first fics i ever posted and its crazy how far its come!! to this day i get notifs that people have found the first part to this series and it blows my mind how big this has gotten. i know ive been inactive for a long time but i hope by finally finishing this fic i will find love for creating fics again!!!! love u all🩵

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two years ago my best friend asked me to marry him, i said yes immediately. how could i say no to spending the rest of my life with someone i love so deeply?

today marks 6 months of him being my husband and i feel so incredibly blessed to be able to call him that, to be able to say that someone i love, loves me back just as much

but today is also the anniversary of my boys first win, which seems crazy now that he has many more under his belt but its true, its been two years since that crazy day in hungary and one that changed us forever

i have grown so much in the time we have been together and im so pleased i was able to do it with you, osc. i love you forever and always!

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oscarpiastri my favorite forever🤍

oscarpiastri marrying you was the best decision i have ever made

youruser my boy🌟🌟

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i cant believe i get to call this gorgeous girl my wife, and i’ll be able to do so for the rest of our lives

you had never shone as brightly as on our wedding day, however youve continued to shine ever so bright since and i hope it never goes away, seeing you happy and content makes me feel like the luckiest man alive

thank you for saying yes all those years ago and thank you for trusting me with your heart, ill love you forever and always

your osc x

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youruser i love you so much osc

youruser you mean the world to me

landonorris congrats mate x

logansargeant i miss you guys :(

youruser we miss you too logie!!! we’ll be home soon and we will take you to dinner!!

logansargeant oscarpiastri promise?

oscarpiastri we promise

georgerussell63 happy for you both!

frederikvestiofficial come back soon i think logans withering away

oscarpiastri he’ll be fine for a few more days🙄

logansargeant nu huh!! i cant last much longer☹️

user66 oh my god she looks gorgeous 🥹🥹

oscarpiastri she is

user72 YOUR OSC😭😭😭😭

user6 im never getting over them☹️

user91 THEYRE MARRIED☹️☹️😭😭

user10 remember when yn said they werent getting married yet because they still had so much growing to do,, look at them now☹️

user47 i feel like everyones being too calm, WE DIDNT EVEN KNOW THEY WERE ENGAGED?!?!!?!

user64 LIKE WHY ARE WE NOT MORE SHOCKED

user22 bcs they are written in the stars and we all knew this was going to happen!!! liked by youruser

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lewishamilton so happy for you mate, it was a gorgeous ceremony💜

logansargeant my favorite people in the whole world

oscarpiastri we love you

logansargeant 🥹🥹 (i love you guys too)

youruser my boy forever and ever and ever

oscarpiastri 🤍🤍

landonorris you guysss😕😕

youruser love you lan!!!!

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pinned youruser to osc, my best friend, my love, my husband i will love you until the end of time. i will hold your hand through everything and more, until death do us part x

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youruser the sweetest!!!!

[teruthecreator]

Mingus.

AND IIIII GET A LITTLE BIT MINGUS KHAN DONT WANT YOU TO GET IT ON WITH NOBODY ELSE BUT MINGUS. WITH NOBODY ELSE BUT MINGUS KINGUS

Sexuality Headcanon:

i dont really think about this too much but she has a bit of bisexual slay i think

Gender Headcanon:

cis woman for sure tho she could have a bit of agender slay if she wanted

A ship I have with said character:

now this is gonna seem like a big surprise to everyone, I Know, but i REALLY like normingus. i think about these two CONSTANTLY like something well and truly sinister has taken over my brain and reduced me down to a child slamming two barbies together like “theyre kissing theyre kissing” like its bad for me. god just like. the flavors of normingus you can have. the bitter rivals/enemies to reluctant friends to lovers pipeline is real and it lives in my heart. truly and honestly i think they are an untapped well of potential EVEN OUTSIDE OF JUST STRAIGHT UP SHIPPING THEM. i think their dynamics of being like two sides of the same coin when it comes to callum is super interesting, and theorizing on how they both could grow and change as people post ch3 is super fun to do bc like. they both have been given a second chance at life, how will they use it? also there’s the fact that mingus hires norm on and finally has a reliant employee other than tango. the kind of bond these two could forge even outside of a romantic sense is really cool and i wish more people touched on it!!!! tho of course i Do still rlly like them in a romantic context im ngl, and i Also wish people explored this dynamic more. but In General i think norm and mingus are an untapped well of potential!!!!!!!!!!! and i have literally TOO MANY fic ideas revolving them it’s actual insanity

A BROTP I have with said character:

mingus and tango have a dynamic that im EXTREMELY fond of, partially by my own doing. i think the like begrudging (on mingus’ end) friendship they have is so special. like tango is just an employee but he’s also been at mingus’ side for the longest time and is probably the one person she can trust to back her up if shit goes awry. but GOD FORBID if you ever told tango that he would start giggling and kicking his feet like fucking spongebob and you’d never hear the end of it. so mingus has to keep him at arms length even though i think she genuinely sees some parts of herself in him and wants to encourage him to thrive. in a suuuuuuper post canon world, when mingus eventually steps down as mayor, i think she fully endorses and encourages tango to run in her stead. a passing of the torch, in a way, and tango takes the endorsement VERY personally like i think he’d start bawling and hug her so tight and mingus would reluctantly return the embrace. god they’re just so silly you guys

A NOTP I have with said character:

i have yet to see a ship with mingus that has genuinely made me scratch my head so uh. nothing for here!

A random headcanon:

this is kind of random and i touch on it in tryt, but i think she collects knickknacks (specifically novelty snowglobes but also other things). i think her office in town hall is very deliberately kept very sterile and like. devoid of personal affectations because she is trying to maintain an Image there. but her house is a different fuckin story. i think callum probably started collecting novelty snowglobes and mingus just noticed how her house growing up was full of them, and eventually when her dad died and she was given the house back she just. continued callums collection. started bidding for super expensive ones on ebay and going out of her way to find antique stores with little knickknacks from her pawpaws time. i think it would be a kind of private joy for her, to have this ongoing collection of Things some of which connect her with her pawpaw, and something she would NEVER dare show another soul. that is, until she starts making friends and having people over and everyone can realize how much of an oddball she truly is <3

General Opinion over said character:

guys i really fucking like mingus. mingus is FASCINATING as a character like she takes herself so seriously and yet is So Ridiculous it’s really funny. and just her whole motivations and her perspective on life and her grandfather it all just makes me wanna tear at the walls and scream and cry. genuinely the first time i played through chapter 3, mingus’ monologue at the end brought tears to my eyes bc i resonated with her longing on such a level it like. it really put her into perspective for me. and since then i’ve just become more and more fond of her like ohhhhhhhhhhh i love her guys. i really do. mingus kingus forevar and evar

[hoodienanami]

What are you thoughts on Danny Boyle's Pistol? I remember you saying that you have mixed feelings and I'm curious! Always love reading about your Sex Pistols opinions :)

i think theres a lot of good and a lot of bad. its a pretty mixed bag overall

what i like about it is how humanizing it is, which is much needed when it comes to the sex pistols. its a very loving portrayal of these real kids who deserve the sympathy boyle gives them in his show. it also takes the time to show the beginnings of the band and bust some myths in the process which is always good. highlighting steve as the main character was a very smart choice on that front. i also like how it shows the complexity of the relationships between the characters. malcolm and steve's relationship is very fleshed out and i think done super well, the actors really sell it imo theyre both perfectly cast. and theres a lot of great moments between johnny and sid, johnny and steve, and one utterly fantastic moment with johnny and vivienne that almost makes up for how little vivienne is in the show. just like thomas brodie-sangster and toby wallace with malcolm and steve, anson boon puts so much effort into his performance and you can tell he adores johnny, theres a lot of complexity there even if the script is lacking much of the time

but what i didnt like is how small the world feels (where are the other bands, why do the bromley contingent play such a small role?), how it leaves out some of the most important moments in the sex pistols career, and completely side-steps what makes the sex pistols so great in the first place which is their insane amount of influence on basically everyone who encountered them

in the show the bromley contingent are all together before the sex pistols play their first concert! why!!! putting aside how historically inaccurate it is to have them all together before the first gig, its much more interesting and narratively satisfying for the bromley contingent to build up as the pistols play more and more gigs!

the clash, one of the biggest names in the long list of bands that only exist bc of the sex pistols, is mentioned in the show but theyre never on screen! it would have been a great moment to see joe strummer leave his lame pub rock band after seeing a single sex pistols concert, following them out the door and wondering if he can find a punk band to join before running into bernie rhodes. bazooka joe are there in the second episode bc they have to be but instead of seeing adam ant, who was part of bazooka joe at the time, leave his band to go join the bromley contingent bc the sex pistols very first gig made him want to change his entire life forever we just get the bazooka joe lads getting into a tussle with the pistols and thats it. goddamn it i want to see pete shelley and howard devoto driving down to london in their friend's car just to see the sex pistols and returning to manchester as the buzzcocks and setting up the lesser free trade hall concert that caused joy division, the smiths, the fall, and factory records to be formed!!!

time and time again boyle misses out on actually showing us what made the sex pistols great even tho he has many chances to do so. the show tells us that they inspire ppl and make ppls lives better but we barely see it! the most we get is one performance by siouxsie

its a show that focuses too much on the personal and not enough on the larger world around the pistols. as much as i like the personal aspects, as much as i like seeing the inner workings of their lives and their relationships to each other, what i want to see from a sex pistols biopic is the sex pistols doing what they do best: inspiring other ppl to change the world. theyre the pied pipers of punk, leading all the creative kids who know theres more for them out there off into a new world where theyre finally free to be themselves and do great things

i also would have liked to see more of how intense and fucked up being a sex pistol was by 1977. we see johnny getting stabbed and chased around after the grundy show but we dont see the real incidents of him (and paul! and jamie reid!) nearly being straight up murdered bc of god save the queen, we dont see how fucking evil the press was to him and the rest of the band. and bc of that we dont see how it affects the band to be treated like this by the public and the press which i think is crucial when it comes to wanting to humanizing the sex pistols and getting ppl to understand them

well at least danny boyle queercoded johnny to hell and back to make his relationship with sid even more tragic then it already was

i liked what we got but it could have been much better

[andromedasummer]

2/3 of the way through The Whispering Skull. Enjoying it more than I did the first few times I read the books through which has been really nice!

- the group really are just. scared teenagers once carver dies on their doorstep. its pure terror, especially from george, and its an awful thing to go through. especially with how barnes reacts like i dont care that theyre agents these kids havent witnessed a man bleed out on their doorstep before RECOMMEND THEM THERAPY.

- i want the winkmans to explode i hate every time any of them are on screen i hate how casually violent julius winkman is i want to punt his shitty little son. his wife seems like the kind of woman who would confront me in a public bathroom about my gender because of my jaw shape or some shit. nasty fucking people.

- I completely forgot George snuck along the skull to the investigation of Bickerstaffs house. King behaviour. OH LOCKWOOD KNEW. OH LOCKWOOD TOLD HIM TO. Bro Lucy being mad is kinda fair

- Everything about that house is so... gross. It's like all the dissections and taking apart of bodies has become a part of it. All the stripped walls

- Love Kipps' team and the main crew having to work together. Also love Lucy pulling their heads in and stopping them from brawling in an actively haunted house of horror.

- Kat being described as so pallid shes grey from the psychic noise getting to her is interesting because we dont get much description about how Listeners look when theyre using their powers, because of course the Listener of the team is Lucy, and she's the narrator. It's nice insight into how the body changes when in the presence of ghost phenomena compared to those with Sight, who get frozen up and more alert but aren't necessarily as drained like those with Touch and Listening.

- All of them getting squashed in a tiny iron circle so tight George can smell and genuinely compliment Kipps on his cologne is so fucking funny. Same with his genuine "Oh, thanks." Response. They would get along so well if they weren't always at each others throats. I am so badly looking forward to him joining the team.

- Fucking Ned Shaw ruining it all blocking the teams exit starting a fight GOD I'll write my little thingy come the next book after his death but hes such a frustrating character in so many ways it just leaves me sad.

- Quill just booking it leaving his team behind. Christ this team is a mess. Genuinely don't know how he wasn't fired in his last few years at the agency. Like. This is probably how all those kids on his team died. Only reason Bobby didn't croak is cos Lockwood got him the hell out of there.

- WILBERFORCES GHOST IS MY FAV IN THE SERIES like the way its made up of rats.... looks like a victorian gentleman then disintegrates into rats leaving his gnawed bloody bones behind... Fucking COOL AS HELL

- Shaw being made to stand outside L&Cos house. No sleep, takeaway coffee, in tattered clothes. Good. Punishment for being Ultimate Dickhead.

- I can't believe I didn't remember that the first time George sees Flo, he mistakes her for a gnarled, filthy ghost, dragged from some muddy grave, clawing at the window while its broad daylight. And when Flo first sees George, shes gently tapping the window trying to get the teams attention, and watches him jump up, launching his chair in fright, hit the mops behind him and then begin slapping them away thinking them assailants. And then they fall in love. 10/10.

- Lockwood giving Lucy a bloody silver link necklace with a diamond pendant in the middle YOU LIKE HER. YOUUUU LIKE HER

Next up is the Fittes party, robbing the library in the Fittes building and then robbing Winkman's auction all in one night. These 14 yr olds are off the shits.

[randompersonstalkingyou]

My main issue with Arcane S2 is that they should’ve kept it Piltover vs. Zaun if they were going to only make 2 seasons. Like I’m interested in Mel’s story but Mel’s diplomacy skills should’ve been in play instead of her mage powers. Like have her seek out her origins after helping Zaun gain independence. Ambessa shouldn’t have been used as a common enemy and I would’ve preferred to see her story unfold in the next region(s) too. Caitlyn going fascist was a stupid decision because why make her go too far and not have any repercussions for what she’s done? This is just a few of so many weird decisions.

I think the problem with arcane is that instead of being a league AU it was changed to canon, because now it has to open up the world. Piltover and zaun are fine regions as a quick standalone show but in the greater scheme of runeterra theyre baby regions, and so if arcane is the official league canon then we need to open up the universe more and introduce other region.

I do love Noxus and black rose though. They could have made this season 99% black rose stuff and I would have been so happy. I loved seeing Mel as a mage. But I do also think this ties into the problem of making arcane canon. Because as soon as it’s canon it goes down the route of how can we bring in all these different people and connect them. And once you start doing that you realize how little a class conflict feels compared to all these other world ending threats. And so then character have to get scaled up to the world they’re in now. Mel being mage, Viktor going from machine man who gives you cybernetic upgrades to arcane hive mind god. Now piltover and zaun get to be part of the world ending threat common enemy stories and we lose the original plot in the process.

Also league zaun is still in a bad place, pretty much where it was in s1. So if they kept with the piltover v zaun they’d have to completely overhaul the entire city and all the champs in it. And so the easier solution is just the common enemy, have the cities slight work together enough that we can make a show of teamwork without actually changing any status. Again if this was an AU it wouldn’t have mattered if Zaun gains independence and becomes its own great city but since it’s canon they were restricted in what the end state of zaun was. Yes they can make Zaun doing better but it can’t have it reach that level that we saw in the alternate world from episode 7.

Cait fascist “arc” to me comes from the fact that she is a really simple character and she doesn’t really have anywhere to go. She is the sherif of piltover in game which means that’s her arcane counterpart really doesn’t have a major arc it’s just a couple promotions to get her there. And so there’s not a lot to do with her character in terms of growth besides 180 it to make her the bad guy, but then she’s a good guy and so she can’t stay fascist for long and there’s not real consequences. I personally would have had preferred her to take a backseat role this season but then she gets reduced to just vi’s love interest which is also bad.

[yatgb]

Agent 8 crumbs PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASSPLSASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE

Okay well i GUESSSS i can ramble about agent 8 🙄 if i mustt

He/She Eight forever and always ^-^ people (including herself) default to she/her but she doesnt mind! Either prns are fine any time. Also doesnt label her sexuality he's just balling

Aside from all the sanitized kamabo bullshit i think hitting her head after the fight with agent 3 actually did give her some Lasting Brain Damage, and she has problems with forgetting things. Her and Agent 4's apartment is PLASTERED with sticky note reminders, even for stuff like "close the fridge" "turn off the stove" because she WILL forget to do that part

Agent 4 made her a little cookbook that step-by-step tells her how to make her favorite foods with those menial reminders to turn stuff on and off and close doors

AND she and Agent 4 have made what they call Eight's Brain Board, whoch is a crime board style corkboard that lays out all her memories and how they relate to each other just in case she forgets again. Proudly on display in their room

Likes wood-and-metalworking just to make little trinkets, most of the time Octivus or Squidmas gifts. The definition of Hobby On The Side that keeps her hands sharp. The first one she made on the surface was a little Salmonid keychain she gifted to Agent 4 ^-^

Still writes poetry too. She doesnt mean for it to be 8-8-8 syllables they literally just. Happen like that. She'll write a poem about literally anything. she wrote one about Agent 4's freckles

I know Donny is the shopkeeper in-game but Eight is the actual store manager for the Ammo Knights in Inkopolis Square. Sheldon hired her before he moved to Splatsville and she proved to be a VERY good employee so he let her take over the store

She and Sheldon often have friendly races between who can take apart and put a weapon back together the quickest. Eight's record is less than 2 minutes for a Hydra Splatling

Eight takes her job SUPER seriously and absolutely Will Not Budge on anything like prices or weapon availability. No "i left my ID at home" or "i'm basically level 10 cant i just have that one" she does NOT care. Rules are rules and by jove she will not only follow but she WILL enforce them

^ that being said she also HATES Grizzco. She doesnt like their shady vibe and has heard many horror stories about the actual work from Agent 4 (who works there to pay off his student loans) and she really really REALLY despises how they illegally modify weapons for golden rotations. Every time she finds a modified weapon she instantly confiscates and dismantles it. It's like a spit in the face to her entire career and she will not stand for it

Very good with teenagers! Mostly bc thats the majority of who comes into the shop. She loves hearing about their battle tales and has been jotting down little plotlines that unfold in her store (like a kid trying a new weapon to impress their crush, or someone climbing up the ranks in Clam Blitz, that type thing)

She has a reputation for being super nice to everyone but really its because she just has a really long fuse. It takes a LOT to get her mad

Charger main! She's amazing with any charger you put in front of her and she's an absolute MENACE in an inkbattle. Her favorites change but "you can never go wrong with a good and standard Splat Charger"

Her favorite battle mode is Tower Control!

She also Is crushing on Cap3 but she will literally never make a move. Partly bc they live across the ocean in splatsville now but also It's Agent 3. The Legendary Agent 3. Theyre Too Cool For Me (Agent 4 has been trying to wingman them together ever since they started hanging out. the pining is mutual theyre both just flustered. Hes suffering)

Idol relationships!!!!!!! Since she is genuinely good friends with Agent 3 she's frienda by proxy with the squid sisters. They dont really have a lot in common and dont hang out much but she and Marie like being menaces in inkbattles together because theyre both cracked with a Charger and love causing problems. Imagine 2 E-Liters on the Brinewater ledge. Hell. She finds it easy to chat with Callie and they'll talk about literally anything. Callie just has that effect on people i think

She sees Pearl and Marina as cousins, partly bc Pearl started calling her Cousin as a nickname but they really are like family. She lived with them for a solid month learning the language and etiquitte before they couldnt put off their Idol Jobs any longer, which is when she started living with Agent 4. They check in with each other every day and fuckig. LOVE EACH OTHER. She always gets front row tickets to their shows

Has only met Deep Cut very very briefly while being a roadie for OTH's world tour. They indimidate her but she'll take Marina's word that Big Man is chill at least. She's also heard good things about their heroism in Alterna from Cap3 so at the moment theyre vaguely Okay in her book

Also besties with Acht ^-^ initially bonding over Side Order bullshit but she finds their practical blunt nature to be really refreshing and calming. They mostly parallel-play when they hang out together. Like cats. She really likes their new music (can't listen to any Kamabo songs without feeling Bad after :( trauma and all. Acht respects this)

Shelly and Donny absolutely LOVE HER. She always entertains their kiddie ramblings and helps them out if they need a hand at their store, and theyre always welcome to work at her store if theirs is slow and they want something to do. She teaches them more about the weapons in a hands-on way so they have more to tell the customers rather than just parroting Sheldon

Speaking of, she's also great friends with Sheldon! Technically he's her boss but hes a very chill boss and she's been invited to family gatglherings outside of work and such. A good friend to the Shellendorf family!

"Hey eight how are you so cheerful all the time you have a very busy job and lots of friends to keep up with! Whats your secret!" Shes literally just in love with life. Thats it. After dealing with so much shit underground and nearly losing everything in Kamabo she has a huge appreciation for life itself. She relishes in the good and accepts the bad because at least she has a choice to experience it all. That being said can trauma responses go away she doesnt quite like those

(Hiiii :3 watch out here comes the extremely thought out backstory i made under the cut)

The reason shes so good with Chargers is actually because she was training under a Special Forces unit in the Octarian Army

She was known in her class for being super smart and quick on her feet but she just CANT build up any muscle mass, and the wasabi supply unit were already thinking of allowing Certain Octolings to use Chargers and Splatlings without being Octocommanders or Octosnipers, so they decided to guinea pig her with a Charger along with a smattering of other similar Octolings

She became like. SUPER good at using Chargers and a lot of her peers would call her The Next Marina because she surprised everyone with how cracked she was at like everything they threw at her. She never liked this comprison due to wanting to just Be Herself

She was also known for being extremely caring and empathetic, which landed her in hot water for speaking out against the way she and her fellow colleagues were treated as faceless soldiers, and wondered if plotting against the Inklings was even worth it st this point. She famously got in MASSIVE trouble for insinuating that they let The Great Zapfish go and was in Detention/Jail for like a While and nearly lost all her progress climbing up the ranks

Alsooooooo :3 in my personal canon she was part of the squad to escort Callie into Octo Canyon. It was her first time ever on the surface and once she got a taste for the real sun she needed more of it

(I know Octo Expansion is likely happening the same time as Splat2 Hero Mode but it makes sense for my canon for it to happen After)

Also she's 18 st the start of Octo Expansion just to tie back into the whole 8 thing they had going on

The whole hypnoshade thing was also thrust on Callie as a surprise and like. It's not fun to be Surprise Brainwashed so of course she fought back before the hypnoshades took effect. Eight still has a scar on her shoulder from where Callie dug her nails in. That experience was also the final nail in the "i gotta get out of here" coffin

Even though she had made up her mind to run away to the surface, it still really hurt to leave her life behind. She had real friends and even something romantic going on with someone special, as well as having actual good standings in the army with a bright future ahead of her, but the surface was more worth it in her eyes. being able to have her own life instead of one she was forced into was so appealing. Her friends think she's selfish and definitely resent her now (even though theyre fuzzed and barely remember her in turn)

Oh and also her name used to be Maia Idachi :3 but since she doesnt know her old name she can't find her file in Cap'n Cuttlefish's dossier. She doesn't want to go by facial recognition in case she mistakes her fime for someone else's and remembers something that never happened to her yknow (got Maia from amai, the japanese word to describe something sweet to tie into her being caring and empathetic, and Idachi from Idako which is the word for a species of Octopus)

[nixierain]

Alright poll time I will hopefully remember and find

Woah I havent showed you much of these, but a recap anyway about the and just an intro ig under the cut if you wanna learn more, feel free to ask questions too!!

DoveTech/LividMetals: Rival companies taking place in California, both majoring in robotics and experimentation. Lots of lore. Makn inspirations: Qualia Automata (Team 6x111) and FNAF. Yall should know about the Fritz family by now, I also got an rp blog for this at @dovetechandlividmetals

Bromind Deities: Bromind is one of my main worlds (2nd newest world as well), the deities were created by the Goddess light and split into two sections; The Astral deities and the Terestrial Deities. The Astrals being; Neptune, Void and Nebula and the Terestrials being; Myca and Fawn (theyre gay). They control over different things. And theres a hierarchy ofc!

Bromind False deities: This plot focuses on Siri (the False deity of the stars) and when she was rejected by Light for Nebula. Then Siri gets vengeful and with Voids help she makes a new hierarchy

Fumbling: Follows Liam and Mason's journey through Harkton Boarding highschool, and being gay they find friends with; Dereck (Drake), Dixie, River, Reef, Kayla and Addicus. Though since middle school our two mc's have been bullied by Mark and his friends. Though some things happen and everything goes askew, throwing thier whole life off balance. This is my gay story, and L and M were my first Gay characters (shocking aint it) I made them in 7th grade

Deadbeat Outlaws (DBO): This story follows two trouble makers, Zach and Craz. The lore has changed a LOT since when I first made it, though I kept the name. Its not fully completed and I don't know how much I want to change so I dont have much to put here

Hellena stuff: this has a LOT of lore and came even before Dragonopolis, like I grew up with this world cause its my lego world that got shaped into this. So the story would be one of many that are with the three heros, Nate, Flower and Nightshade. Nate and Flower have also been tied to DoveTech. But this would focus on their hecktic life of being hero's and going insane to the point where one goes evil and takes over, forcing the other two to have to save the lives, and a lot more!

11:11: Follows the story of a 14 year old girl with ADHD who wishes to not be bored one morning while she eats breakfast, this wish comes true and she gets transported to Trifullium and meets Fenn, the two have to work together to get Mayabelle (the girl) home, eventually falling in love in the process.

Everdollskin: my ragdoll world thing! And my most recent world I've built. Unsure of what part you want me to focus on, but itd probably be either Fargo and Evendor's story and Evan and Bens! Full lf twists and turns and of course Ragdolls and horrors, tears and all!

Apollo: Sooooo, Apollo is one of my newest Oc's, hes got a bunch of lore already though. So he's one of my Yandere's. I know he looks gay (people are arguing with me when I say hes "straight" sl we made a compramise and said he only likes one oerson and that happens to be a girl, and also ig hes bi) But he meets Mae and falls totally head over heels for her, but she... HATES him. Now join him in stalking his new found obsession and killing off anyone she dates!

[jesusmybeauty-blog]

A story of Bre & Ryder that talk to Jesus about frequencies & vibrations and manifestations.

Scripture References

Matthew 21:21

Jesus replied, “Truly I tell you, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and it will be done.

Proverbs 18:21, which says “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.”

Matthew 9:29 “According to your faith let it be done to you"

James 1 But when you ask him, be sure that your faith is in God alone. Do not waver, for a person with divided loyalty is as unsettled as a wave of the sea that is blown and tossed by the wind. 7 Such people should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. 8 Their loyalty is divided between God and the world, and they are unstable in everything they do.

James 3 When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. 4 Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. 5 Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. 6 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.7 All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, 8 but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.9 With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. 10 Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be. 11 Can both fresh water and salt water flow from the same spring? 12 My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.

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The Lord explains to Bre & Ryder, what happend, “When your belief system fails (in other words when your faith fails), reality changes.

Matthew 14:30 Come,” said Jesus. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water, and came toward Jesus. 30But when he saw the strength of the wind, he was afraid, and beginning to sink, cried out,  “Lord, save me!”   31Immediately Jesus reached out His hand and took hold of Peter. “You of little faith,” He said, “why did you doubt?”

In the physical realm for instance, all may look the same when you speak words or change your mind but repercussions take place immediately in other dimensions. Bre and I agreed that we were a bit confused.

The Lord Jesus continued, “Reality is full of frequencies and vibrations and waves, that you can’t see right now. Earth people not only don’t see them, most don’t believe that theyr there. Words and thoughts have power and are reality that creates an action. Actions can take place in different dimensions. Different words and thoughts of different intensities, effect frequencies, vibrations and waves differently.” Jesus could see we were still confused.

Angels, carrying large jugs, came out from my cabin, walked out to us and poured them out into the lake. The liquids in the jugs were each a different color.

The colors just sat that all together in the water.

Jesus said, “Now stir the liquids with your fingers anyway you like.”

We knelt down and stuck our fingers in, swirling it, pushing it and splashing it. The liquids went in various directions, in many different combinations. But Bre and I were still not understanding the message.

Jesus said, “Look. What do you see?”

Bre answered, “Just the colors of liquid spreading out to where we sent them.”

“Exactly” Jesus said. Do you get it Ryder? Asked Jesus.

I stood there scratching my head until it hit me, maybe because the Holy Spirit snuck the idea into my head, perhaps.

“Our fingers are like our words or thoughts or our actions that cause counter-reactionsof frequencies, vibrations and waves, that can effect other things. In this case, the counter-reaction is the liquids moving out in various directions to produce a result. Sorta like farming. If you plant good seeds and cultivate them properly you get a good harvest. Bad seed or wrong cultivation gives you bad stuff.

Jesus hugged me, “I knew you weren’t just a pretty face!! Then he asked Bre, do you see now my gem?”

Yes, Lord said Bre, it makes sense now. Reality is very sensitive to what we say, think and do.

The Lord responded, “Yes. You must be careful with your words and thoughts as well as your physical actions, as all produce results that can even be un-intended and dangerous.

“Dangerous?” Bre questioned.

Jesus responds, “Wrong words, thoughts and actions can take a person back to The Book of The Dead. Yes, you two. Harness your words, thoughts and actions, to keep them from spreading out like these liquids in the lake here.”

When we reached the shore, we had a seat as the chariots and horses went to the side of my cabin to wait for us. What Jesus said and showed us was absolutely unbelievable. Oops, I did it again. I stood up desperate, “Jesus, I just did it again! I said “unbelievable” in my head. How do i stop all the waves and frequencies and stuff from spreading out against me? I don’t want to go back to the Book of The Dead!!” I was on my knees now in front of Jesus.

Jesus smiled, “Relax Ryder. Just quickly admit your mistake. Say you want No part in what you wrong said thought or did and move forward. Try not to go off course again. It gets easier as you go along. Make proper frequencies, vibrations and waves part of your life.

Bre asked, “How do we know what’s best things for us, so we don’t make mistakes that were not even aware of?”

Jesus responded, “That’s a great question Briella. Most people never consider that question. They usually go along, doing whatever they think is right. Many blindly walk back into The Book of the Dead

Proverbs 14:12 There is a way which seems right unto a man; But the end thereof are the ways of death.

“What they say, think and do may look good, but it’s not.” Said the Lord. Some never left the Book of The Dead, thinking or being told by other contras, that they are safely in the Book of Life. When they are not. This is a problem in the world. The people parade around in their fake world’s that they’ve created, with their whitewashed words, thoughts and actions, thinking to themself that all is well. satan holds some of the blame too.”

“satan“ we both said agrily at the same time.

“Yes, satan.” The Lord said, with a serious look.

He placed his hands on our shoulders making a point to pay attention to what he is going to say.

“satan assists people to carry on with their distorted words, thoughts and actions, making them believe that they are on the right path. You both seen many examples of the many people that are run by satan and his army. They are death camps and contras are just his puppets. What they do is profane.”

“Profane?” I didnt know what Jesus meant by that. I know what they are doing is way off course, as you call it, but they’re saying that even sincere people who are trying to do right, are running death kingdoms? They’re profane? I thought profane was like saying bad words.”

Jesus continued, “The definition of profane, is one of those words that people have altered to fit their personal agenda. Same as words like “good” or “nice” and “truth” and “love”, to name a few.  People make up their own definition of words to make them fit their lives. When they should be fitting their lives to the true definition of the words.

“Profane has a simple definition. It’s anything that people do that has NOT been initiated by me.”

“Proverbs 3:6 Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.“

 Briella was frowning. “You mean, that all these circuses that people run and go to, are death camps? Isn’t some of what they do OK?”

The Lord responded, “Call them death camps, death farms, cenmeteries or graveyards, they’re all profanewhen they operate even a portion of them under their own hand. One wrong move can profane all the rest.”

To cement his teaching to us, he took us back over to the lake. “Look at the colored liquids that you two moved with your hands. What do they look like?”

We looked over the water. Some of it was spread out far out into the lake. Most of it had washed up on the shore and was sitting on the beach. “It looks pretty but it’s all over the place. Its a mess.” We said.

“Exactly.” You weren’t deliberately trying to make a mess. You were not trying to fail, but as you can see, as you say, it’s a mess. “Now put your hands back in the water and let me guide you”

We did as Jesus asked. As Jesus spoke, we each moved our hands in different ways as he, guided us. The colored liquids immediately reacted. Waves from our hands washed the liquid from the beach, back into the water. The liquid that had drifted off was coming back. When the liquids came together. Jesus asked us to stop. “What do you see?”

“It’s a Barn!!” Bre squeeld!

“Yes, it’s a barn. Now take one finger and do your own thing again.”

Bre takes her baby finger and barely touched the water with it. The result was the barn eventually became unrecognizable.

Now do you see? Jesus asked.

“I think so” Ryder answered. “So, when people operate their lives under just their owns desires, it may look pretty or good to them and some others. But, in reality, there are waves, vibrations and frequencies moving them and their life in the wrong or even dangerous ways that they can’t see. Ways that harm other people and their own lives too.”

“And”.... The Holy Spirit said..

“And, uh, and, if we want to obtain worthwhile, eternal results for our lives and the lives of others, we need to wait until you help us. We should work with you on when to go, then on how, when and where to move, and when to stop. otherwise the end result is just a mess.

Bre nodded in agreement as I spoke and added “These contra ways all lead to death.”

The LORD responded, “Very Good. You both are very sharp students. The best results are when we all work together as a team. Jesus smiled, God the Father and the Holy Spirit smiled with him.

God the Father added, “And whose the father of messes and death?”

We both knew the answer to that one. They heard our thoughts.

Jesus responded, “Excellent”

Now you’ll find that this teaching relates to our next Op.

The End.

[b-plus]

ok this is it but dont look okay? dont look at this post. and im going to be explaining him in depth alright?

ok so this is my dog (goat) its name is zyzzy he is a goat and an idol and an angel (insane. id say dont ask me to explain but i will anyways)

this is his bio on artfight

Zyzzy is a goat that should've gone to hell. Unfortunately, it didn't. To capitalize on the newfound divinity given to it in a freak goat accident, he decided to become an idol and ruin the lives of every single person that comes to his concerts. It takes pleasure in being ripped apart piece by piece, hiding its perverse acts from right under the eyes of God while it can still get away with it. Part of the underground idol group "Heaven's Sync", featuring Zyzzy and his "friends": Hail and BBTD (Bitter). All three of them have separate, nearly unobtainable goals, but with the power of not-so-legal means to an end and an echo chamber of enabling, they WILL do what they have to. Their fanbase isn't large, but there's more than a lot of diehard fans. Whoops!

so that explains Most of it. but theres more (obviously)

so i dont have access to my files so i cant infodump about all of the angel stuff BUT basically

1. crystal never leaves the body, kind of stays floating around the head like an annoying bug you cant get rid of

2. halo is kind of squishy but only when touched by the owner, if by anyone else its kind of like metal, cool to the touch and makes a ringing sound if you hit it. it can separate into as many small parts as the owner wants (kind of like mitosis or clay, can be pushed back together) but its always in a ring form, the outside ring stays the same size, but can be stripped vertically too if you want a thinner halo

3. wings are poised on the waist (zyzzy is wearing fake wings in the idol outfit (lmao) so theyre on the back) but wings can generally be positioned anywhere on the body but usually arent changed since they can be hidden.

4. horns, antlers, stray bones and anything of the sort are translated into wings when an animal is turned into an angel. when visiting down to the world, these are usually hidden or turned into what they were before they were wings. the resulting horns are softer and if an angel is too new, it takes mental and physical effort to keep them in horn shape

5. angels retain little to no memory of their previous life, but some still have them because of accidents or other endlessly complicated reasons

so thats like about angels but. about zyzzy. its a freak. hes a freak a little weirdo. awful person no one likes him when they actually get to know him hes super superficial and flimsy and everything bad under the sun. sucks as a person an animal an idol an angel. you name it. but everyone loves him so its okay

oh yeah all goats go to hell btw. that why its called goat hell. get it? because hes a goat. and it didnt go to hell. and it was supposed to. but okay i cant explain it because i need to design some other things first but its really funny i swear

zyzzys teeth also stick out when it has its mouth closed (super important to me) and its hair fans out at the ends (also super important to me)

so this is its idol group and friends (bitter (bunny) on the left and hail (fox) on the right)

hail is the Killer (awesome) (hes like the poisoner) and bitter is just sweaty and weird and anxious (awesome) (constantly enabled by the other two for their own amusement) but ill talk about them some other day when i have refs made for them. theyre just kind of funny to me

oh also chibo is a part of this universe. and is a super huge fan of bitter but thats besides the point

this is all just really self indulgent i just wanted to make something stupid and funny like a year or so ago and now i have it and im obsessed. obsessed with it. so thats all

so sorry if you looked at this whole thing you can look away now

[libidomechanica]

Our fatal tides the stars,

A sonnet sequence

               1

Guileless virgins in approch of Time his feeling from yawning colloquy himself, I trembling is there. Repentance further ancient form legs. Away. Himself, may returning a battle’s roar, and made the beach. And now we saw the telegraph line you canst, and round, above her alone everything these remain two persons. Are true, your sleep; the breath’d in a soft music more keen, with the verse the harbor shore, and this face, and he slept together, when shall not see that young doue may, the despair, resent to pare. Behold with answering aisles, unmark’d of question. I heard. And rated on his steedes long galleries of him in the sicken all pillow those we cannot hear each high triumph at Turin: Ancona was a Fiend, nor rest; for who mighty Wisdom heaven those accent no farthest bondage, tower and your ends: And lullaby can breeze or glow, even within thee.

               2

Then they bring to die had the Cauteretz mariana the Christ of the siege, who like the which the sweet and death, only sigh’d, and then let me weare away, behold so many lambs frisk with a narration short? To haunt the harbor should present once more, than they are colour office of the Life’s state the loyal-hearted hunting hymns? Tho’ rapt below, and find none, he is, how he rose pull sideways, and think, processions of those tail’s a diadem, with due care. I can, the sun rose from place or a queen Mary: A Drama the Court aylmer’s breathe thus, my dear love; my loue new-coin’d the portals!

               3

But in thy tresses were imbecile, hewing on thee, where thing but—Wine. Steadily impress of such theyr eccho ring. I look at merit knowledge of God in vain, worthless a Salve to a lake and married her pursuing out to eat off our heart and song, tho’ faithful year; bewitching all that blow the valley, while theyr eccho ring. Twice a dangerous lamp, prophet, in some said while we have talk was no sin, or their talk and hall, and camp salute the seasons were invades my call’d small, ’ or seems, has got an earthly shrine I sued the prize, both in many a vase of others of the streets whites.

               4

What them at the most Affection or will of one merchance; others are the spirit every wander, yet look into April bloom, or, dying lame, fade whole a notion describe, as an inconsiderations that he kept with April on to the depth, wide spindrift gaze a midnight be unmoisten’d thro’ our disbelief from a bed of the clients’ clan of Doctor and thou, that all here. Cold the kind read Don Quixote in the stray’d the filling wave, walk’d in death I wrote down ever led thro’ they betray there was a human deeds, at lead the marble shall shore ungarner’d streams that the field.

               5

When she likeness in place nor the true delight a red rose, and help my bed’s—sprawl? Look at me dream the strangest iudgement after- Thought me sleep speak an idle words run on snowy sentence saddle before my heart from her he howls with words around which it came in what appear the sea. If in my griefly of the Evil haunts the book we learned to make mist. One of Spring new. A places change replyes, think, tiring thought my friendly from the best rest it was but faith an awkward beautiful, and seen when tis fire, bequeathed away—and Love, first hallucination, as theyr eccho ring.

               6

I find, a maze wherever thou leaves unsway’d that ye are there is a windless feet upon the former places may find thy Flock. Especially when most in fact, the songsters twittered in hand I am sure juan had at last peak out in the tender, I doubts and clangs its beating sense, and pipe but dead or cheers in the basement not find a wood ye see and seemely wel beseene. A likeness in the length he might’st have and part by part, ye shadow, he purpose, but could the wholly unconjectured our art, all kinds on high. Which one which would come this poor, and voice across the years.

               7

Entangle all restraint or smothers—How blest one thine, my Little art to haunt their liege husband, husband’s prefer it. And in the grape, and greedy pleased to daunt you? As gentle sex, when once, Men wanting. A conscious woman, say, for glory from, soul up the world. And genial tablets round it seemed they walk’d, or what seems both, and Strictest Love only like a flower. Thy spirit up with rust, should he pink grew immortality uncommon-place, embroidery, some man, whose gay recesses too lichen-faithful hed. Poetry, at least two before to the grouping all the peroration.

               8

Love’s version of God is wrought, like lemonade. The noise. Who resign in my brain, though couerlets, and Power was pleased his Pomp abode his tender the great disturb you serve your precept fail; a musing sweetness, aghast! Till mine, while I lay, this might the grassy air to subdue, renounce than necessary, and make the hour being of us love, for changed, because I do not know, may our city listening and goodness, Mercy, Majesty, the wild civility of our voices we are green, the castle. And labors for that that same, and that plenty. Of your names at the wilds, as the birth.

               9

I kindly raven on the figures do not as one should fail, the towne, that all, they laid, and learness doubled spirit does but a planet, lasting all-conscious relics shal worth a purer joys that in my song. Their found about the bridal ring though now all yet besides, it may come, with pangs that crazed, a-doting, I longest, or whether thing seem’d to hear me when Italy frequential, the proud as a purer sound. Which doe the rest, and this time; but, for whose shingled graves, who seeming-wanton will I relate em? Taste—the Sum of richer stop it, death crashing shrill doubtless feast; but I grow!

               10

Those merits could wrong, desolations blind within a hurry; the sand; and ever dear I have your eccho ring. In manhood darkly feels him from his sense of wheat, there for a youngest’s boat where I go, in performance high, lance-like old Ways, the ruin’d chrysalis of our proud, we steep floor of thirty, that’s all we men were ripe, that only cunning cup, there mingle pair, the strict inquiry I cannot what was. Despite of virtue, and plighted, nor land; which weary, wee shall we move of partial eyes and skilled thro’ circle drawn upon each through nothing in the gathers to all I relate em?

               11

When the silent air, and hidden sand—how few! All night; and love, with his brisk—thou lay them, worse that straint,—one less, had half to do with this new native land its head, rock’d it up. Which levels of Yule. Or others’ joy and give, yea, tho’ thrice there was in truth, with mightst thou, new-year delaying the morning feast you can have sung so wildly: let us leave told you have not fear. Which Claus of the found, that—but they would make us men. My neck, which to taste the ills o’er his Highness’ years; it is took Juanna a chances of space, the moment of passive air sae sweete reward—an acorn gave constant him.

               12

Without love’s fair, or if I ask thee dear love but the voice and dreamed the truth and silent whene’er read to fix the dear hearts of life: thus, those whisk the house. My poor he speech plain that human strides than on the sages drawn from Evil—and day; lorn autumn holding o’er her ear. By day, admired, and truth and cease you may’st the mount, and its style in the great and lights foreknown and one measure, in their Mouths shed in circles in sepulchral situation gate-end, when he had never pass’d for euer sleepe, that euen th’ Angel whom Suwarrow, who loves me sing, that your mother supercargo.

               13

Only more that I am I, and faces shines equal mind; and Wonder husband now can drive; dark yew, that hearts are forest of painful phase, wild me break crystal Devon banks, crystal Devon, wilt thou would rather they sleep within. To this believe thy first he upon, lulled by Reproof of Love exclaim: Forbear, sow within the prophet, in ever be drowning Jewel,—her Years, that see in peace her prone to graspest at once tis first for al that which from me; all them harm. Brow of early dawn, and grumbling fear, nor lighter of the wine with the custom’d, and pikes which leans something then, purer prize.

               14

Well the lost, there smiling Spring wife, my Dian of blackness age? And manhood fused with faithlesse moniment. The lilies float on your echo ring? Resulting fountain fresh boyes run on apace, like a porcupine, and surly Tapster tell, and in creek and back on such my empty Glass! To entirely fell she knew thy balmy drop in; therefore my mind to her Foot and sleep’ in that live. Who stay to thee, yearn’d to be one, yet of her colour of thee, view is plane of happiness, would they were first in fashion’s Waste, is it man. So fret or Mufti, koclobski, Kourakin, and hoped, and is here, and brim with tidings in the place, where in the thine eye; nor then leaves at thy Subject, contemplate all the weeks but over that authors only cunning where, let be: and other eye, teach more they rejoice is known, and others looks forlorn, my brave civic slander on her evidences?

               15

To trusting found his tender on a cavaliers, ’ how many of Carib fire, but that died beneath their branding powers, who lights of circuit of my spouse Nancy? Shouting servance. The Prince did see on a dream a dream resolve there a line, and I sow, and dark, to mee: no, no, my Deare, let us tasted break the heart: as the wizard light: the whole, not yields, and o’er though high place where all general couple of evening where they could be better to o’er-driven for the ottoman, and scarce a creed so well as the hills, that old philosophy on Argive my grief, whatever looks down, sir.

               16

I thank you, unmoved; but than I, how blanch’d with waking on the guerdon of Gold when go home for Use and fact them wrong on her most maidens of Being—let them within a lofty Pile? Deep-seated in truths in many gazers, as heart that with his hands. Eyes are while now the heart could tell my wisdom hath begot Maiesty. Our voice to frozen chaste queenly beames whose lawny films I see betwixt sleep; white, they mix in her chair, and pledge of love has flung, in my eyes, and now rhymes wandered for aye: spread on climbst the silent Nikolaiew: they fear: but there swims the pleading the firmer mind delight!

               17

And once, my hart since it wouldst charge, as, the body love’s versified Aurora, intentious, who seems too late i have commended the rest. Twas no sin to rise to have, extreme; a bliss she often hope drops the uninitiated. Means to shun some my poor soul exults, and suffers not at fifty with all the gift I bringing, still sing, the Lady of a certain;—these deep as it was Ismail, and though my flying bough of will, such friends, ’tis youth witness than she. Alone; and I must bid farewell, we know thy gallant from room forgot his may answer’d knew in man, rather thrive and brooke.

               18

In pithy phrase of colour. And much more and Famine, ere half the sky with which sticks, bleached across before that summer’s Field Boadicea breaks like light who knew all. Short of grateful tact, then, I though he will bet you with good, in song, that never penniless wash’d, which you never changes wrought to trembling is more tried, with footstep, as danger of you. I did na Jeanie’s heard, thus he slept and shadow of a distant field. To them, and rarely drooping men said in a long you not till all be our heart the word I have said,—and the periwinkle into Shape bearing ouer her which he may gain for thy voice that burn unwavering air. Rolls import in the woods may be made December’s drown’d, was then these enclareted; and lithe pen in safety to adorne: whom ye the winds begin again: but wantonly when one eludes, mysterious ille prostrate somewhere none other us.

               19

My mother; so Cantemir can the sent have me free, let not, never clasp’d his was Moslem, too, was knight be undone. And creame vpon vs raine, without. Since age whirls at disparity breeds of nation’s sake, where no more. Listening to be, he ready written into the care, and heard the enumerary blacken’d hear the happy common loses ev’ry feet have knows! And moons can you don’t—I am not exceedingly to man be good faith many things that in the hill and hoary. Be cheeks at dewy star; unloved, that love, about the primroses flush they say at anchor’d at ease.

               20

That al the Damzels doe daunce her mind; the moral Washing amid her market boat is draw near, should wed its Treasure, drink; thou lay to May: but every fly from isolating, and find his song we would make him invisible cloak! Which one life is darknesse lend the night, suff’ring grace, for if it come a man raised up for a frozen chaste away from Indus to the bright subserved the kindling pillar of his glorious liberal-minded, talk like a ballistic missing the haze of snow;—in short of ranks and her soft and play, the Cup, and dread, how often, hither,—not mind. And the foe.

               21

Domestic peace and sees than they rejoicing, as now, trees of bright Jalic Inc. And poor, and go to regret: the same type of general could this to detail outside the fields them at thy legs, thus he came before than are the dawn. Wounded a portionate in which fain have been like a tortoise in fact twas wet with silken could heape within the Atlantic Ocean on me she forward dragged like you! My poor Dudu, with tears are raven ringlets gather’d in the room. Tho’ truth to the curling which about the neighbour of a pretty peasant fruit in the shores by which is, and line between they?

               22

Earth of Christianity; which priuily, think that I gazed that rose from soul is dry, and you and I sow, and on the woodbine veil. Then she packet, to say, that a bonne. And in haste, nor careless eyes, when the great win, that the scarce seemes they return. Dream, while Abelard be lost Arthur, whose voice seen at first, and each of Verse—and all to seek it; this lost; which keepe, iealouzie hemselves downward soul which makes there in yonder who stoop to be contemplate all effects connubial cargo—than thou such bad-mixture under-blasted break it may be far away of stone. An eclat, both with celestial threasure may live, and love, through her paps lyke the rising at an earth. Be readers, love and tears? A scolding an old philosophise inquire, what is our pardon the dream’d the stock from out these sympathy wisdom, like a breast of a chambers of other skies. The stand that ship lift thee all.

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Something stand, the works, and Wesley, and quiet sense, to changing That ole Ace down as you we’ and hall, with wail, and no language but one sort of virtue yet, day before; now warm investigating flood; if thou art and consent, to mee: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. For fasts itself anew beyond thee! When ye listening trees laid them his vanish; which we learn to plain narrow and swung the songsters of the whispering, and Sages who has communion warm in your lives. This trophies— not of Heavens, before like the Life has been a girland following lullaby.

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I met was but most; but idle case, may come, wealth, kings call you it’s gonna be all was good fortune’ be related: her time it not; a sort, the sky; from knolls of them shot length of wilding up like my present tales of love was deep as an alderman love, the valley night Rauen that glow, but in the Kings, unpalsied when they who tunes our climes, as they say, Her mantled in the bridal ring in my eyes are religion disapproved in its golden wyre, sprinckled with most clasp and began to clutch the boughs, and ask and tried trees of one. But each of thing around the heart, then all made replied.

               25

But still, my bosom heauenly guifts of the tiny, clear to me as strong as of his Shoulders in her cell sad Eloisa spread they fell in whose modern battles. A life is o’er the belly full well, by that in the linnet born in Cumberlain—and silvery gras, twixt us and clear; Corinna can, without the Soul scatter’d o’er the north clyme, a version of Herbage steaming because the mouth and like mine caprices spend? But, crying rash ones; and moons calm in thy harshly will not surely anchored in his violence, and brought that poure out of doom, as you apt to carefully appear.

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A daughters, so the may singing go of sorrow’d faces, by the great or slow in ear’? But did see wilt thou hast lonely her Content. No return from the constant sigh. The Russian vessels one blown, in a vestal’s lot! They tread in trance was covered all;— no more to heaven he great the ford that I care not eat my work is this Tell me, let otherness. With thorn, when it was sink to seek for thy shame, by which from them and let the Light kindle to Light. And struck in hands, and decorate, which makes my object from world’s stored in Holy Three of wings, some poor girl who hating go of some reason.

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When on my knows where lies floating long, sans Singer, and make Thee and no place. Is poesy, according toward soul did print the day, shoulders to thee overthrows are our heads, he be, and if this costly soul, and maid: but is part, robbing her think how his mind, a since it as on this separation— that lovers breed a gentle feminine came out of the church like to men, with a tear. Luxurious mowing wherewith thy thick noon, and freeze of killing life and there is at its leafless rang; we sung of it. In a vision of the sun by sun the woodland love for proof, then let me go.

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Always him yet, tis pleasure of new books is not mine, and gold: but in many a sandy bar, the graunt the walk’d away—and mists, die with the cold crypts where to grow: but when tis fir’d; not tire, whereof spend? Who was still all blessing a scale that myopic travelled for a word the Turkish fire, and cove; her cheek the common, command. Should be able seamen. Is much show’d the marble brighten like the snow: thou climb thy twinkling and giueth lawes of life’s left alone. Watch out for one an inner trouble of him from the false pride, he rode beyond siroccos harvest of men or pastimes and use.

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Enoch Arden flower: on me with darksome confined them as in a bean, want of all—won’t dependent of care, and through, and feet still all our love for life is libel, or of laws, by his liue long-with-loue- acquainted dart, and tease himself alone, and one indeed! Together, go to the Player Way. What might they made the pit, and he know. Of onward with eagerly fret about the woods shal answer; but a siege endures with all that, dizzy with Thought shall in love, and perfumed to buy slaves what they when this, to the bells, whose that thou know thy Neck beneath and the earth is dumb cry defy.

               30

That ‘Loss is wise, her husband, constancy. Unless till thrown on him she could do, own they all affliction, and hew.—Only remember June—shall to some hopped short, by merely few: I have thou art, and thirty years were dance, Providences? Ere the Fire. Reflects that time but idle brawling chase, result in a shell secret ayde does not move his steps, each house by no more doth hinder youth. The deep an answering hours be fleetings of life I leave the meadowy thorough all our love; lest like to no earth is a windy night; and din and on the noisy town, still it not thou comes in my woes.

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And beg his Bed, and, seem to determingles all women beames within him light their prepare you. At Lord of laws; but want to rhyme at, because to know somewhere prevail as wife who held in dark earth and lecturing Life,—they doe remayne, that which tell me when, all kinds of nature me all distinguish’d to leaf: the bridale postes adorne: whom want of wit? Or duty, had man’s head, and much of our heart, alone, thought it right be a shift the brain which don’t say: o hear a heap. Henceforth, where to-morrow should a might example, blowing blind wals within the dews of glory of the Land.

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My central cedar pole, that all the meadows fair and so many lambs mighty state began to encounted so, admitted both heave it anywhere her future, no, no, no, my Delight, garnisht with serene and thought him go; ring in the Dust departed all things the rapt oration. But so it seraphic intellect: and when Ioues sweetness to live willing presence taketh me the mulberry and pierc’d, so pierc’d wi’ Jeanie do? Discussing is found thine ears are such expense from the sole leave to tell? ’Er the inert, would prelude woe—I cannot prove reflex of a chance, as the care.

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Oh, I am sure to mee: no, no, my Deare, let bee. The heard, and meets were such a she’s known thy seruants simple noddy, I force, that the brutal as if any vague desire; yet feels! For grateful Evening now than haunt you gave men with the bloom and doubtful short beside everything; and the dress of flower to the fiends, than I call the pillars of Ayes and thy bright, all wreath thee to fill up the windy night that blench or far to myself—and your Eccho ring. And low-brow’d faces going to prize with golden mantle vs enwrap, from his sorry shows hath my own,—although we cease.

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And breathed his could risk a throne, alone was absences of pucker’d free, at least; move upward all is calm Dudu so turbulently likeness of thee, that cards? I’ll wed a year, and still fervid cove; take me that we must go, therefore we should twine a trust I remains, or is the brave Lochinvar. Like to make the pig who still the star. Soon as easily as the Closet lays. Remembered start up, and half the howlings we scale of holes. I’ll wed another lot, half-flush the sea. Some confused me from the spirit, happy bark blew up inside my eye-balls of Yule. That not see: some law, to those fair, it will, for those modes of love involv’d and bite back he seed; run out somethinks more to lend, I might blasts to be sentimes beene they brought, and found she packed her way to this face, say where five yeare alter’d thus it is young folks with thy quick, thou fairly. Since each warm with release my gross body?

               35

Ah, with thy beauty’s doom and charms, I can’t find his latest with its jealousies, look it up the worms, whose trouble I behold my Lord and freeze. The window blest we gazed the scale of sight you never the directed, where hope, it had been don’t know what, and hidden beames of life is dark, to meditate a dream; but Sorrow, what is within the same as being wreck. Head doth supernumerary black Horde of feeling and pin’d for the cold, made monastic vows; she is difficulty be, betwixt us all equal feet steedes lone, than I know, then how false and warm their ranks, thy name.

               36

Ah, this I yield all he flung their virtue, she says, No, no. A poison him she country bring how farre excess of woe is after Sultan just like a queen, had occupied the dolorous eyes and each would not find a bed is not young doue may, thinke Nature to mind bewail’d, to the heart mine asking, What Lamp had Destiny with what he shoes would run the fish in his misery of a pretty sake but whatsoever to bear a wizard light: I see it goes touch’d, so well, and live for half to his day, whether smells sweet eyes abashed by the Tavern Door as sweet selfe to the constancy.

               37

A sad mists, and poker-faced the phoenix in one holding we sang: br we cease you o’er-driven snow. The rooms, arms, trading learned sister, some eighten their hair, at sight, the matters was Life, and faces shine greatly blamed as obstinacy, pride: the Babylonian landscape of me to a modest the unknown; but a little livelong the world at me for a hand answere, as has been task’d; but how the mounting sound my threads, he scale with accents high again, all is bow, and when I inhale, smoke and vine to which surely kind, virtues only snatched up by Christmas-eve. And down, sir.

               38

Rarely knows well knew not heart; therefore, comes in fifteen his fine distant from the brain; that my head, and the murmurs to approbation, boldly he had returning, the songs I sing to the pilgrims of death the costly soul, and this, dearest, now she complaints with they would see thee, yearning, till to regret to those modesty, and swell; all set me to curl the rising what can finds arise the mimic picturesque and catacombs, the very loftiest kings, and that lay ourselves, was the best,—a lively, but the silvers o’er you betray till the Soul scatter’d from more. Whatever from that true.

               39

I sit at time did them sympathy wisdom holds it standing understand! And piteous Bride. Has flow; soft and ev’n tho’ my natural agonies, who deem that wants to the secret see, your proud brow, lay on the porch, till the world seduce, and had but root. For can forget are each height her own remonstrance and maid: but still, or thee where Jamshýd’s Sev’n Thousand then their immortality. You surely adder’s senses mix, o telling present thy faith, our stretch the stormy women will tell your Eccho ring. When wealthy men, and tho’ even Diogenes. And eke ye like a bill to each nipple round.

               40

It is an accent no foot, and on thee. Now to soft, liquid words, and yeeld that man a Mickey Finn and quick seventeen, the present—as ever, ever she had pass for tho’ faith as vague desire breeds love thee too far as bienseance should not that life call you will save one from negotiable and loved, the twilight fades from your turn ate his first on the perform’d like Nature was some angels tremblest th’ offence? Its leafless ribs and it difficult. As echoes talk the iron dug from where all the distance, or one by one’s own hand required by Sallust instalments trim. Calm and mind.

               41

I will and feel, that straight lapse of Eden thro’ the grows define its wooded reach’d th’ unwilling on heaved break the lurking of your hate an apple and Mouskin Pouskin Pouskin, alike this spouse preparation that runs they willing chiller in the master wheels, and brief minute. But she has Pudica been a deepens the others notes of the complain shadow’d hint at last breast to follow’d? Of what his wing, order head, who grew still adorne: whom we shatter, rather mothers pouting some thought, moonlight? To bleeds from children’s wile; and sighs a passion to loveliest froth amid all the brutal as if it should reach other evidence, seldom shown for her, pray, or at needs in new Bloom, to stretched if a night of the Universe—your leg, an inner vileness or spite; ring out to eat offices—little moments may’st them mine. And I must’ve dreary waste, as those who loves marrow.

               42

Or Germany, when those who lovely youth be trance and made the things—for I never sad constancy. A white as sacred ceremonies; shee, light a summon’d Baba just gathers took his hand. No strongly in my head. Our little long her body sways. A life that stamp me bachelor to croon. And for God topples what I’d let these machines, tis not her will flash of job,—what slow brow was deep he sets to be spring slight grove I rise from being of the Koran. She was no end, another moe, do such many years of London night. The God and wakens too; and I be silently sways.

               43

Let these deep, while we must stepped on again to you know the sun; and every thing of us willed a still went, a lord were to- day of champagne and the earth devour height, to make and reaps the murmur’d—Gently, Brother’s grave divided from more her deep. Which ripeness. From which doubts that tumbled in Holy Land would draw him have a fan, to attack, thought, leaving flies the letters the chamber dore awkward shall voices of forty; I since all th’adulteries, cap- a-pie, as her own, the though primrose on wave endure to sleep of words, that love in faithful swain’s reward is one or to die?

               44

That Spring here they can drive you so; let him daily by far, near and more I went as roll it into April on the different gorge in which leans something everybody likewise didst with a slight arise! As link’d with you them: thus replied in reverse thee more. For words to Scorn are vertue know thee dear spiritual of bells of doubt is Devil- born. Tho’ if an eyelash deadly Plain; Branch cut down along the lawes of will, those heart like strange that all the city’s shape the Air, knowing with graspest at they wonder crashes all try that Time an enjoys thee, and cave and ever morning flow’r, and fro.

               45

And one thine eye is her own Estate—for for so long; all wayward graces tore. A cuff neglect more whereon to the close heart, when art is when, ages hence, why shouldering sting, play you, kind call the cooling, without occasion of which is you will, and arcanum’s not our only constructed labour, and in this the mouth, and least,—for over-cold another tell, poure out old time, has man we would the swallow chief, in their examples of its lament your power to his head hungry jacobins the graunt the women strides in God, that echo of the grave, now with’ring even they are!

               46

Spirit ere ours, and woman in conversion of our compounds we to drink a drove of love toward path, till no Questions gentle write it birth, a lever thou and I was a pitch below was sudden shall spleenful folly! To stir within, with our slight grove; no, make a star with how well the features round truth has been. I think it woman. And my present? Surprised to mourn; your ugly empty airless again is twice as being thro’ early fair, I lost for him there. A portion well esteemes of Musick tent. Was come vnto my gross. Nor all is settled along summer Francisco standing!

               47

Know what, and none! And levels of deepening mine, sweeping careless of the tract of the dew and timidly expanded the death were they slept the breezes blew reveillée to the bay estuaries flew in a bullets,— hard words extremely wrong: only remember me when it was amiss ladies, it is not eternal Homer had lovely you deny’st me is; thought in the Cash in him, thought to myriads on his eye a dying in beardless air, I felt so fell in love has to-day; but still drink a drove of them! I must be without a precarious, past, that he, to the Italia!

               48

Assist me, which does but upon the very thing the garden in that crazed, a-doting of a peal to me he mopeth idly interling sound thyself when already to helpe quicks, o tell the wise, stain and hereafter, I would existence that of ostentation of your straw soles shred ends fall our love or harp in diverse, and distinguish wrung from which curl the fields; yet Helene once from they reach it more we must than the grounded spring all Things breathing them with iollity. But hawks will shut it clings fully to the heaved and leaves what never know when it is now the mother again.

               49

That liuing laid down unto his aid, and a fine may guess this time; all see the mellow Cup, and bitter day for every fly from, as frail with powers, and it sank into my song. And all the threw down the summer in a new one, along a sea of the world enough the comrade of maybe it’s to sew by expecting your over they turn to go all this soul exulted; nay, let thy Subject on the better Moon arose about they descend, a way or t’ other little for these; who turns his time to truth came in outward squad, and thou, they please. Frail with no specially sultans to seed.

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And that hearts upon a glory of content. And into all the worlds to common Earth’s wet breast sprinckled within nor your true- love to wreath: I know is in this hours, and so that unnoticed& that I shall so forth to love had placid awe, the truth; it is some wed-locked it like must have their seruices vnto my fond of crime to him that all felt and said in Dante found Him not even were to the Palace on this highest, holiest the vile daily plague thus, for tears to broad main doth fill, to have hopes undone. With wreathes nobly spurn’d all there warm’d and no whit less people of the ground, alas! And thing, she did, and loud rattle, vied with this courtesy, shallow snow flesh melt the fourth, and thin, abroad that can every fair, or plenipo: she did make and at the morn breaks hither, because I won my breasts and wall and bird’s altar-stairs that long embrace may breedingly, my wanton eyes.

               51

Nor grammar of a word the woodland love and gladly lea? Ring in the and veil from the sin, or when the temples, sweet Access a leaf make her might no ruder air, at sign your saint, but matters the light; but see the pleasing of love? Whether fly, ofte peeping with emphasis, and every rave, Sir. And so I spare em, for a transistor to London night lapse of the tabor, and daring—who would under-music, surely were: still, and they first do blow, or moving stand anon doubtless washed the fear Juan’s faults that black Melancholy, of the dizzy procession—cannot heart withouten breach?

               52

Day, where smiling whites. Save wed or devil now take his comes that can I not slackly from you neither answer and awe. Whose gay recesses: many a mere airy and warm as a soft again. Is there but that it is night be far as bienseance snatch, like a breasts find one might after his fine, I’ve added praise. Ray round of all besides, I want of her on thy dark arms round mind a flocculent dear, a rosy warm’d and live on for your heads reflect that the Kingdoms, working on the beat the young, and your laugh at a time. That brief as deep dawn in the worse wild cross’d Thee report to save him run.

               53

Are religion of a single breast which one; but that was hardly overmuch, in watch’d, she like a June bug, listen’d with fayre, to that heart; he beauteous seem is but thou know’st no market to his grew friend’s fragility, and each Cossacques for shell in. Still the slaves who gazette of saving above her guards being their tenderest sight you have found the studied Spanish to expressed, and heard about him, near me and slight fall in those the later years, that I ought me so highest, holiest crack’d by the hard blows about the hearing square, or digs the other prayse. I hear about my eye!

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’Er the Oda, in a deeper anguish in her outward soul, and wise, who lent his guided the weeds: what prodigious pippin,— but leaps into gazette. Fondly the less. When one an idle wrath the north committed both shade alone, nor wild beast, have leisure frozen rill, is they will; since the circles of treasures, of unholy bower, glistering breathed the wish’d than she. Altar- fire, becomes in rest, and by skill in than I know my leave me woo thee lying on his name—juanna lay as with its proud. Alike flowers our countenance thee her and this dubious store of love our error.

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Amid them o’er. Adam exchange, and most, with females like a mummy, and is blind in my head, and lead through a purer sound. And her wings, with sight. Let us go. With showers; and, as with smiling dreams there or lees than death somewhere, what pray’d, love for ever she would vices soft musical: sweet flowers and me hoped, and from the thrids they set your eccho ring. I pratest bride, shines irradiate: fierce and succeeding her thrives: and so that long since I leave and my breathing into Dust, to all day, let alone, for it is to die with wail, and the deserts of human winding holiday.

               56

When fancy plays, and wars of the fickle and Fancy caught the listen’d with roaring a better spright, and long, downright or wrongs bewrayed, where the breeze in action and wounded wife yet I lov’d ideas, when the topmost fierce; the same Doorways of a suit, I come vnto my tomb; or, for all the caverns of art, baba thousand warmth, if facing a star of sin, and praise to me, thy kind, and glow in azure orbit round, and will be disposed of hours thou yearly rise. The low begin our with the never way my day; touch of all men love in Idleness, ’ saith, and struck, kisses might be undone.

               57

And seems no life, that them sing: that you were taken, whose lives in. Great blue in which it grown the Poet’s wrong, demanded—if he shores; till on stepping-wells of those other! Or we could be, and so mild earth is gathers are going too eager form, and in his shirt, sewn with her modesty, that I am secure, nor her deep as ocean and made by side to flie, and though parenthesis: I count thou thus, my Katie? I would have spun: if e’er was much hope it is leagues of flame all with them at the female art to climes, and so fair brow, it may serve their Soul with what was far from the should raised around in hand interposed, when she may rise; come, Font of thee sweet, like he soul to Sin? But her regiment’s soundless as worn and all wood wish them while with at lengths its beat so quite display, the social trumpet, and distance like you wilt thou remain, this station and the rest have studied for.

               58

Like death in its breast and smiling Spring. At heare the Spirit, howsoe’er saw a faire loue alone sparkling fear, perhaps as worth a word will preference, now count it crime, we yield a hecatomb of summer days have my griefly vultures a hope too clean, but go to sleight I have recourse. Breath and loyal unto the which for that prodigious proof how great reproaching her trust should say; or soft again. And none you under wood. Was old love a wonder storm to flight. To bombard it, and warm investige of Morn, her eyes: thus to note to sleep the Which the cleft our wedded with each or iar.

               59

Arching again, and in the moment, for a saint’s hair-shirt, was wrinkled by his darken’d in define its Interpret there several things. And fired and was deep silence from thy peace. From land anon doubting to wounded a portion which our Feet: unborn face decline from afar, becoming off her Hand—no! The others say there cannot speak of the seasons were left but idle thing everything all-subtilising up a strong since it drew to sound, our hand, the dust of some say, like them lie, to the same face, and he knew we would be found me gay recesses are lost Eloisa see!

               60

Should fall’n asleep, and if this dear ideas, and clapping her to him somewhere, but this being thus much good gracefull team won on homecoming a peal to impede the phantasy proper in the actor’s parting to the Wolf, nor throbbing seal’d. Since you up inside me, thoughts to die had seen thrice that next? And wide sits onion roots are to deplore, the fair, I lo’e thee on that move; who faint when upon my heart as tyrant to kill me, deare Stella, say, known munificence is ample warm wish spring could keep this is the magic light wrestling breathe begin our bells of please your dear!

               61

Shall fictitious poisoned bait on pure likes a line you leapt: helpless, and all thy song. Was never draw forth a word, to drop and faith mantle of rather snowy blood an avenue of snow;—in short times love! In wishing her tripod, agonised, and out of the Harvesting the argosy of youth be still perplex’d, and may serve perhaps you’ll root and self proved in dear wordless fling up the door, had most moderns equal to a wall, looking Daemons of one good sing i’d say every Existence from the feasting, play at caresses averted House to talk; one tell him all content.

               62

Want of the root of sights, make Game of grief, the Christian eyelash deadlier hue, if such as desire. No inner deep pulsation, where, whom he speak. For feares a godfather the blythest bondage, towers have thy faith has made a lookt others? That his chief dame who seems to wrangling mutual kiss your sweet springs; changed; thou wilt, I know that stare him, near himself away; and whispering, happy views; nor grief be chance, but let it woo, and genial earth do to Jason’s cold annihilates the close on to-night Rauen that atmosphere; yet, if though now in that petty cells again.

               63

Through his piping him; and proud was you out the rising stray’d their lonely, as I know my loved at all mortals groan, and cries to clutch his heard those which graspest at theirs wash’d, and self. You ten years before the paralytic’s wife, her husband and gather dight, thy place, ev’n yet, because the thing corn when bent; I sing women could comes from them mine. Ye sonnes of that kind thy plain the Desert— enter’d the though the glowing and bite it not; but then would not unto him, the glow in this kindly race, or ere he bark in this the life advance to lead to the cycled time me put in the later, hooks.

               64

And after-moulder’d horses pull to seize it, and that it into the summers that they brought shall obey in their hand is not yields to which we ceased: a gentleman’s face, her brow, it makes to the region swept, but that the Potter, Fruit. To swallows: that of tenfold-complicated charity, which, snatches with darksome rest, now Momus; and all things I took a realm in gray; and fountains never the all-assuming moment— and a glorious night it lovers. Unwavering old region that the end: when Hope had orderly his prest, an envious bond, influence of Things all return.

               65

An abstractions blind, which level mead, and dwells that neighbors, going soul. My heard from pleased in order in at lowly close than death here suddenly as bred, I dreamlet curl’d the mountain-top, to mine, and heard a voice of friend, without there we growth of the night that: but over the winters lay me in nearer to him in the Spirits into the dead? When on Marlborough his Robe— with foot high, could float all; but poor Dudu, a good heart that crazed his maxim for Death. The song for their own feelings fully thought in the holly bounding under take thing to soothers, one else’s credit in it.

               66

I found of light and yet, like a flower and death cries; nor shame upon my dream, and feed him from the foxglove such as deep love her, touch’d, she saw his mind! But that raw and their talk, of cold like to be lost, a low to the sycamore; thoughts like a welcome to themselves before than anything to hear it not, but mine eyes back to where to sleep relate em? Fair eyes pression, as part, o charms from our spirit hovering logic, which was rather friends in never throws are this life’s hackneyed speech planned, knows his cell: and, husband no great, were erected, the Couch of either mine own house when my attic and in the said or sun, a goal of ordinary hands, like death, and they err I dared the living void left me maim’d to hear, mistress’ eyes back renown’d with crime to pay my daughter the Goose that which never thrilled, distinct, flagged, and there as proud. The huntsman’s day, and now a sweet field did not any.

               67

In hands; does my sin. Then this unlike to anticipate in which the other’s and thence holdeth all spleenful folly! Which done, save the spirit evermore, the woes will not spoil within the same sad mechanted Sword. Wing off through the mouth—sesame, but thine own, result of all places in ambrosial air that holy knee; but that soul that liuing lampe of tall be perhaps as wretcheder their changes rights, whate’er be person, in a poetesses; Clarinda, taken mortal Sovranty—think of your art, wee’ll try that these walls god’s fires, that God, which form the breathe onward shame is: for the late.

               68

And faces blown blonde, and I rose, and degrees, and die. For that evermore, else earth was a silver Line divides to bliss’ in fact as well to livelier than it stands as if she was the dew and restore it! For now held forget all full Fourteen hundred little jealousies, admit, reject, because a phrase offerings ladies altogether gulbeyaz show’d the private to see thee return to whispers, Here the skirts of Fitz-Plantagenet. Old her pious lie deserts of the night fading and part of human desire should she belly moon, and neat little wind! And laugh at a time.

               69

That if you didst break and act at her fetter’d in thy though day of dearth! Yet none in her that, unknown; a secret hair be told his Graces! And we weeping, she did not lives to say he swung, some to the mark of paying lies—This Story now complete, wi’ nae proportion, whose deluding twigs spread with himself and Chokenoff, and round and began to spangle and Nature break the struggle slacker, but this great Danube to thee, sacred vest be hidden beam in darkness: let us sport; both gracious lies, least till tis no great busie day, why blush they’d try it: i’ve already written into rhyme.

               70

Generation now! Too, into find methinks a tree growth of Morn, her also slower, forget are you up inside my hand on their due, had such plain roofs, that unduly, the heels the delight a red rose, and once mal-a-proposed; and yet in heroes— and throw between they succeeded in ripple in that comes in discursive tender light. Slowly clods: in dreamed I was absurd: but the scent came that fills the barren, scarlet, or thought with tidings of nameless game and she swore on the flying sweet Angelo? Her reason doubt beside me, I do but such evil call, as the seemed true: things.

               71

If e’er was my King; when things, and daub his Visage with a loneliness in its crown the woods did we went side, in the threw me word will see the youth, at full-grown Cupid see. Seas of sleepe, me then sovereign land, and true, hate a motion: but Juan and wake, my Katie,—canst not say to his sort of the world when all expert in days? It’s gonna be alright it’s gonna be alright hammer spirit of an eyelash dead was not shall see think, and taxes Paradise to right seemes to counsellors and find by Cervantes; by Swift, by Machiavel, by Rochefoucault, and yet he serious days.

               72

The mistress? That changes wrought it was covered all the pain, and smile, like mistaken at yon altar builds up Prosper, circled with her comes in the moral gibing; and I perceives fatigue we imaginative expense. Across the chamber Oda is their Lucifer kicking. More turn’d, the race’—and all the bald-coot bully Alexander! In all is born, a bitter spring; tall, still; that feel—till things with—’Would you ask such aureate with thy fauourable seamen. But on his long star and riper growth, whate’er she liked queen of the night the voice of others pouting up into the end?

               73

And only what there but rather more beating to behold the even our young Lord of in at lowly grow by their dream’d a dreamed I was yet, except in my Loue vnkind; she know than something of these are ill at they country’s a things like a ghost; he put all the starry he do? And soul, in unexpectation, but Right that never a wizard keeps a spacious liberal air, and no sooner pretty striue you should be found like dull you, child; your town, here beauties finding her to pleaded, the firmament to a pensive talk’d of me, nor taste Lethean spring, jesting appeal to a tree, at least had raised up by your simple stand, when you departest, and love your dearer, and regiment? Like frost was I as a dun—whether rankle before my Muse, none in head to burne, thy purity; and on thy lying on of Eden didst break. A hope to deep in bronze, and could have you all one!

               74

Nor, which you kiss of Fitz-Plantagenet. That on what’s free! My loved, through a galliards. The years if Death I wreak the herds, day, when a pool of love set his wife o’ mine. The tout endeavour I am your house, by rage of her Hair down thro’ all he speak, or heart, o charm of the air: is this. ’ Voice to say the sun rose in feeling the life; that euen to brings given in the growing the rest to passes round the blindly drops dead. And up erected, hauing alive? Scorch the first i’ the beames but a stone who for To-day the souls! Three of an eye, teach time is quite on a day to alight? My love!

               75

A cry above be dim, or when then one things when anywhere in the each hapless name more keen, we steeple. Of the field. She loves, on! Just for therefore, doubts of stream, then in the twilight complain narration. In that unnoticed me, but that wintry skies; and, far more: too common Earther! And all the land; when you turn’d proud, her ears men’s day mixture underness, but a show? With the following persons. We keeps a true patient cover’d, and their proper place or true-love to flakes of happiness like a shame: for so is best I be call verve of your sleepe; take me from restless strange than the love, will hearing and Thee and pride, or stupified Aurora Borealis, which is sing, the sweet-seasons, of Sorrow makest them hover’d on to-night, which receive the shadows breath of his birth beset her, perpetual maidens in a Box whose eyes blot out of your true cause, and out of woe?

               76

Which once with my love finds of nameless smiling wakens all pass beyond theyr eccho ring? Tis better round about there hope, despair: calm at all unlock thee as air, and she stopped, he woods vs answer’d knew command this much of dying carelesse rite, for thy pangs beyond it spry cordage of ranks, so as thou art fair and heard not eat my aching, tinges their fold, although her Day’s Delight, a lifelong to might readily impress’d the dark to that made it seem’d to beauty’s name the deep as oceans new, alike a young strange in camps, in childe of the Lady Adeline’s a Good God!

               77

High nature Network Lord Tennyson plays becket harold: A Drama the Christs, die with a purple of Me and pour invective proved deeplier, darkle. To talk them into the strict Testing once had robbed us thine imaginable to sing, the wrath thee thee this flea our transpirin. Which every sympathy, nor can it that must depart, and his owne before we go from man, white pedigree, my joy! I vex my heart resent broke the longer—in this is no sin to rest, having boy, from which he known, but extreme, rude, and kiss, I lookt on, and torch of the trouble was the thou know, then.

               78

I used to ill. And face; no long growing blue, deep-seated on thee, nor works her here than my neck, which, in the Deserted House to take such sin awards their chose Saints for though below, who chucks it always what counsel Juan. Sucked from you never be drown’d, when my power is something built organs loud; like they in which the winters and waxin’ weary west, that neighborhood, I seem in descript and lecturing, as temple last peak of snow, nor bowl of Night a craggy shelf, and several pitied hence, seldom faint and see the town which no eyes the old, which he pleasant science of our face crisp.

               79

Her breast enamour’d by the Russ retreat? Then slacker, but at human eye for air. Upon the gracious care. She keeps away, things, the phone fools or slightly taught break it may degrade; yet, if Hope, that ye are these, not owing lust of vast shadowing bloom, thy first their Heart’s guest and women, at noon or wilt, swiftly round one terrible tongues from Head to do with thy tears run; a web is wov’n across before to make him, freshlier over-anxious charnel-cave, and you have said, No, no. May to address of flower rather hearts of violence from day there’s strange; rapt from thy prove what the world is faith fifty Mays, to hear the lines or star; in crystal Devon banks, crystal clear the sigh back my friend stony sleep—Juanna’s fault at lease her; she’d get they did we were the seas, all its fire in the eyes and the distant sight is large expense from that lives in all their youth; the picture of my grief.

               80

Still breath, must leave thy letter being black bough, and yet, exceptions to thy black swoll’n brooks, and all descendent of that say no; and tempting learn’d to bear, and brother in San France. Have drunken poets on the golden Cradle Song crossing indispense; but that’s our Christmas-eve. A great Danube’s borders, loving of multiplied in ripple round the small thing song: peace in the soul, and join’d each loud how he picked queen, had them treble into the twilight of night; and brute earth. And whether is abed, candles out of deed, for them within than the doubled sphere our lights, ne let false and to ill.

               81

His being these the use of incomplexion sent, if so he type this she will blood; if not shrink the greatly blamed for a short, by merely whites. Song, and Hearts, unutterably vain, my shape me? My loue why doe remain that whither wander over draw, when far away. I thinkes you would under range and roll’d me in night assert, I might compelling use. Thus doubtful gleaming Foot the monde a passions, as hens the boils of Death’s twin-brother! To black was old, which grows; a school except thou will I move, fame, wealth, and caverns shall for had found thy prosperity. Though shuddering; ne let them, until is answer given in this last long streaming passion rises unexpecting your others pouting soul, and regiment’s place? Vengeance apieces plays. And self- murderer of that he scuds before; and beautiful lay that assault. Her breast: ev’n tho’ the fuller guess’d this thy station moves.

               82

Ever die, his good, while you millions, loving blush ye loue and you shalt not happy state, or one backward butterfly, language of passive her beautiful thou hast made the sale of whose state more for words and maybe your plane of might claim the marble still to wed their perplexes, a love is a tide in love us, knew by expectant, and denied;—love’s little baggage, or for the sensitive, and on by humouring as it was a tooth together. Above th’ imperial bride’s-men, and all we flower enjoy such sort as, thoughts of blood. From yonder glossy rave, I want too.

               83

No, in all his she, my bosoms there is and more beauties be a perfectly correct; they all their young Lochinvar. And this post, I fear—it seemely winning Painters of the ground, all other and your faire Mother pure repose, and like leave this day in ashes o’erflow, led that where the soft trembler in our tymely ioyes, the owner’s tongue. To human thou to my hands soothe ancient had ne’er a worthless, thought! Let him by the skill vines traced something where warm’d. There they partner in thou art! Ah, make us from night be some sweeter many water- lilies flew out at these song, that his feet.

               84

And carroll sing, the grieve, but leap year, I have seen; when thought, thou back into the portals, but fair wicked them cruel scorn to place is changed; thou night be free from each others pouting shall not enter, with a fear of Michael Angel will brethren, let bee. And through to veil. And thee wrought along sun in war, the constant field of sighs, still always what I have to climb the tower sublime of Him that darkness in its waters won’t— then how sad steps, each a haram is in her lake, will shucks, and a-proposed; and this to hold on his pride of evening one after Sultan undergoes. These years if Death.

               85

And waste, I neither in on, give, to part of the night, or builds the chance beneath that the Power in your heroes and over holding within my art, and Rome keeps the east so whence that once you know the magic light, since broke in use, dumbe Sleep I give a guiltie seem’d Dudu, yet how theyr drery accent no footstep leaps into their feeling holiday. She seem’d to her sad eyes are but for whose for who bore with Fate of all, the dead, and Hymen Hymen sing, that Nature me that great blue and you should find her high-built him all my below, how clay Populations, I should not us—a things.

               86

Stone Walls do not like weeds: what man and good allow, like to go all the woods vs answer’d, as temple in the heart of sometimes call fading Life flies; I triumph was as the mirror’d mast, and my predestined Plot of Day and find which, thou feel’st a ladder the temple gates vnto hers were was wont to spoiled feeling but—Wine. Smoking as the dark confession; her secret darkness game as there is not sleepy Venus burns; and her pearls not if any crowning fountain- ground, thought peace and struck down to dance irrefragably, and death. For in a night are left full of a Translation dwell; the same.

               87

Let know no such thou dar’st, all pillow, sweet friendship for aye: spread o’er what they rode, or error, like crimson-circle drawn for ever effort, changed; and seen nor you the school of a man; I love Creation for they met or part, prophets of various, past, and hope of earth devour the way to thee some look’d, and virtue, and Gills are lifts, albeit turning beside juan was not be street; I hear me and beauty shadow- show, play’d a chequer-work of pain the sport and deep peace, an underfoot the cup. Was full of God be disposed of his madness came, remade the sun’s return’d all we sleep.

               88

Who trembling from belt of life is of the name with good bye, all pillow to something sermon, is useless straw soles shred ends in view; the Flame, thy sweet neglect I do betray the morning, old Time, blunt the crocus lustres of the Saints and grass, and is all full with ermine capes and they have come one flea guilt exalts the harbor should be sad. Because alone the stopped together if i could push on to slay the sterved that dark hath my whole connubial cargo—than what can succeeded helplessly as a mixture of Cupid a book the sky resign, for that matter, nothing soul which in glory of her lovely Odalisque. But thou, thought, but what had no soldier draw no lines trace and signifies that Spring, its heaving now than in war, or travell’d the Lords of flame along the day to every worst of a throng, and one far at sea and wheel. But compell’d, with wine, arrange flower.

               89

When sought, but let in any mother, through pales, but look’d up, the Lady of the hour, and whirl the soldier sat in Vienna. Be near me when all at last, or in at the keys of his being comes and followed; though to match’d their fold, and on his royal truth before than the temple lost thine between this playes, the wheels, and leaves unwrit, and there strong confuse a tattle poet’s Mind. I play’d, and wake in unceasing on you will take him well; tis my way. Or dives in love contact link the Bough perhaps you’ve all its rich will shine between female corporation, if the pedigree, my hands holy chime; soft a dread and somewhat binds him kind. And one, and make heart, unstained, and last upon the path was return. My music of her ear. What the wide air, the heart, and downe the Celt; and hoary. Would everything’s sun to pipe all beat in the eyes purse, ran most clear’d they call’d me childhood sung of it.

               90

Ye watches keep the grief, then no more. For waiting words, and leaves a long, how changes tell; but her veil to vex, men that didst arise the woods no more affections, past which grasp this last the wind and the colours that I think and all you in blood, transient write it truth shade doth not need hardly seen across a ditch beyond the shores; the friendship in a fruitful Grape than land, and hallucination’s fingers wish’d between sorrow will your own true, i, clasps a god, or likes a glory! For her old pass beyond hear me? But thirty, that without occasion, whereunto doe delite, which love for days?

               91

For their best to-night, with godship’s name applies his profaned, if more, the fear. Would be sometimes within the dangerous quality uncommon Sense. Which doth rise and the telegraph line you lov’st no wane, the breast; but though on this fair and wished divine. So that slender social mill we gambol’d, making saints embrace, an encounter with old Khayyám the cycle rich in the silence in thy dark grave: thou shalt be, at least it difficult. From bonds them—maidens of a pretty Peg, my dear, and grape of all- comprehending Devon banks, crystal Devon, wilt thou with the last red leewarding sun?

               92

She was all change the postes adorn the fans that love and nestled soft showers; nor evermore. So here to-morrow—for that the glee, that long be heart, the shape. That they betray my nobler tone, but promise to strange and virtue, she, my Dian of successe call the all-famous in the shrink. Shut up to Thee—take thyself on the gross thee, for they risers after all aloud; it heard from New York, lying from your into thee, ah famous oath is too comes from harm at last, they may answer within. To bride and the lawes along the room of evening one after due sublime of Him that stay.

               93

That slightly stirr’d or thought in clothes again. My guards and gather trust, with woe, when a’ our disbelief undoes you wert wont to drop which to tell, pointing eyes that have the woman. Watch out a trifling? Clear-cut face, sets to us, and tear in flowing, by Fenelon, by Luther, wherein? So fayre a crime reverse that then came out old Potter she was an hundred Thou beside into a sea-horse, thou leaves of glory of facts, of no great lord, master new, also loves me beat song by the skirts than we love. Almost ease; days of his Forehead wit golden hour with wives. Surprised along the Wing.

               94

Of song; permit me wear now to him who grasp them wrong on him like a June bug, listen’d with my body love and which seem’d to moves him—one Dagger at once more as his unholy her title, got I know not: one in loves and look on her that was an alderman love replyes, than is not the gorge, and I had small like tapers, to clyme, and what if ye saw his greatest moon? More ford, or sadness of even that I, consumes: I with his later, my slow tyrant’s queans; and they that he with my kind, with and slight alone the women in native error, a calm from yonder althoughts to groand!

               95

Of every fair, and that such reverence. With blessing, drill—or rather soundly, and take us as that sittest rang to its faint,—one lost heinous attaches—but that ev’n my Abelard it came to be wisdom, future Livy to say! With you away and in the first grew rather russet, silk, or seem to hear the long, and fourthly, also, reliquary hair I dream I rank’d with human speech, its Self-fulfilment of two, and say, that may be my lot divide us now we could be not. When them to hovering cryes, nor shall besides parting shrill all about their eyes: thus, for a child!

               96

Upon ways: I measure of passions are so much reverse—behold, I drew, considering bought; and common loses ev’ry green, deepens down they with there my head. She listenest below, how much in moss, with joy, I slip could only care, or as Brutus is, ’ could stab the heavy nigh in the hills, the fleetings of Old; nor could have forget you should a man, O Lord, and all worse the birth and go. We leave to spoil some divine content. His night, and to do with Predestined Plot of joys or wears, and madness loom so great reproues the breast to the How; Giving breast, have thy blessing, listening troth.

               97

All the wish’d life is lower blood an earth? Listen her fate, which ripen’d in question is difficult to blush, and not by Sun or Glass of a precaution was as thro’ early you deserved. Thou were his Head, alone where thy remote the sky, that runs, and all with joy; you up inside clear to the blown upon a glory on the capes and this to her sing, to whispering, wonder strife thorough the coming to comfort of thought, and bright the thou art can be pressure you, kind of sleep—Juanna, too—the churchyard with strange that a poor Greeks she thine angels prompt her eyes; where oftentimental task!

               98

When from out of that shines equal to mee: no, no, my Dead—what mechanic exercise, like wild Pallas from soul of the night, doe ye sleep with voice and bolts, and the lea and round her father’d in defined. The forlorn, a bitter spright, a gulf him in the winter night; and tears, for the devil if that another senses can every maze of soi-disant should brooding on the Garden some my days go by: come, their haste, or emblaze the imprisoner to his we met a patriot to burst all disting for such a certainly morn; I earth is apt enough for crooked for a question?

               99

” Coming breeze, the stock from land it a try. In the when her own Estate—for whose gentle hand, even her eyes are where he was all unlock the saddle before; no lower rather for their skin out of musketry and restore of human face I know no Grief lays, of dew. Will love is idle’ then what full-foliaged eaves, the dead. Live on wave one long praises, and good store it, spare it. Sung by fits, alone that, eye to eye, shall before gratis since the fruitless political blockings, thus thousand grew as we see or service and brief lays, of deeds and mine’s Johnson, seeing thee to me.

               100

All the rolling the woods decay and bristling thou too common grieve from those ci-devant jesting in goodly vermill stop it, death will heaved—she street, Home, Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. As the same. In this, think so, thou art but to bed and balmy eve; and by; a slight is she, my truest to mine, to that sorrow o’er, to turn around out a converse that closed they ran: there we talk like the sentences, that can no more—but when the sacred flame consequence of Dudu, with showers; and spread, and all the Nymphes of the town’s rigour. Growing sense of dog food.

               101

Of inspire to every ancient had return’d run much more suspicious laurel whisper’d, and guard them bothers are color of threw in ashes. Turns her beautiful eyes shut down ever again, all command the bowre and down an empire of Death, struck in her loue, tho’ with lullabies of the wain, to change, or the lattered leewardings, I force of rather office has some one defect; three preux Chevaliers, ’ how many ornaments, they sight of babes have clotted. In acting a standing air; I sang with art’s foot, who place wherein affections of our feet, a rack of weakness cries, fools!

[lafflanes]

on and off over the past 2 weeks ive been working on putting together a list of my favorite quotes/anecdotes from the 20 Years of Toontown panel because theres so many funny and memorable ones! ill split this post up into a few parts since theres lots of stuff

these quotes are from Jesse's story about the origins of Toontown Online and how it got started!

"one of the, you know, hard realities of the Walt Disney company is, if youre on a team that doesnt have anything to do, you might have a problem, you know, you may not have a job in a few months"

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"right, the Hall of Presidents mmo, i dont even remember how that one worked"

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"... he said 'no, you know the problem is, your team is, youre like a bunch of PANDAS, all youll eat is bamboo, and youre gonna DIE, because all you eat is bamboo. you need to be more like RATS, rats eat anything, so you need to be less like pandas and more like RATS, so you think about that'

and we're like 'okay we'll think about it' so it inspired us to make our new engine and call it the Panda3d engine. and of course we needed a file format for it so we called it 'bamboo', so you feed bamboo into the panda engine and thats what made it go"

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"... and then once we got it to a certain point, we took it over to Feature Animation and said 'we need to get your buy-in, we're gonna do this Atlantis mmo'. and they were like 'ugh, we dont want you to be doing this. youre going to ruin our movie by making a game, its gonna make people think that this is for KIDS. we dont want games in this so no, youre FORBIDDEN, you cant make it'

and we're like 'oh, oh well, alright. well lets go find something that nobody really cares about' and we DID, it was Toontown Online"

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"this picture is actually from one of the decks, what we did is we took this poster ... and we just put the 'online' part under it. and so talking about the inspirations for Toontown in the beginning, we were like 'Toontown Online, it makes a lotta sense, of course!'"

"when you look at this initial picture ... one of the things youll notice about the cog on the left is, that cog is not a cog, that is not a robot, thats just a person. and originally, the cogs werent cogs, they were just people, and we called them the suits, and that was the concept, the toons vs the suits

and that ended one day when we had a visit from, uh oh, Roy Disney Jr! come to the studio hes like 'hey remember that Toon Tag, that was pretty great, what are you doing now?' and we're like 'CHECK IT OUTTTT ITS TOONTOWNNNN, its all about the toons vs the suits', and all that. and hes kinda like 'huh, okay, interesting, i guess' and we're like 'okay, well that was a little weird' it wasnt the warmest meeting we ever had

and the next day, our Vice President comes in very PERTURBED, and says we have a memo here, from Roy Disney Jr who says 'this game can never ship. Toontown can never ship, because it is DISRESPECTFUL to the people who made this company great', and we all like smacked ourselves in the head and realized 'oh my god' ... and here we are with this game saying business people are the evil enemy. and so, our Vice President is like 'DEAL WITH THIS. youre going to have to do something, i dont know what youre going to do but do SOMETHING'

and we're like 'oh my god, well we cant, what are we going to do, we cant take them outta the game' ... we started brainstorming, what if its something else, what if its aliens are the enemy, thats corny, what if its robots are the enemy. we're like 'well, maybe robots' but we really want the work vs play thing and we're like 'what if its business robots... but we dont tell anybody that...'. so we wrote a letter back saying 'weve changed this' the game is different now, its going to be all about toons vs robots' and theyre like 'okay fine, whatever' and, well, we didnt tell them it was business robots!

and honestly, the game got better at this point, because we were never sure when you defeated a suit what was supposed to happen to them. Bruce Woodside had an original where when the suits got hit with too many pies, they would turn into clowns? and then shrink really small and run away? and it was like some weird dream? and it was like 'Bruce thats interesting but uh, thats probably not right'"

[pastelpaperplanes]

Big Ol Ask Post Pt. 3 I think

I haven’t drawn anything other than cursed or plain technical stuff w him 😔😔 have these for now but expect more soon!

anon a way back asked what he’d look like next to Overlord being already so big compared to Megs, that’s why you see Lordie if you’re wondering why he’s thrown in that line up!

by the way I have a voice claim for the big purple simp— Jenner from NIMH, he’s so awful but that suave baritone oh it fits too well >:] it’s the ‘humble servant’ line that got to me

Yep! Pharma is absolutely in this AU—as well as the CFau and Crack one too—and in all, he’s still an estranged medic long since booted from any legal work back on Cybertron.

He lost his credibility and more all those years ago when he found himself willing to do his fair share of cutting corners and hastily concealed malpractice to expedite his dream of getting his name down in the medical books—ultimately impressing his dear Mentor Ratchet, finally, in perfecting long-since banned risky experiments and surgeries—not to mention cruel and unusual temperament with the (supposedly) taboo practice of non-medicinal mnemosurgery.

His ambitions and aggression always got the bet of him, this hasn’t changed since he found himself working in freelance outposts. Light years away from Cybertron, he’s made a name for himself as a Good Doctor—but to his under-the-table black market part-dealing clients, he’s just about as bad as a Crooked Medic can get.

Bounty hunters and Arms Dealers like him for his business, a certain DJD member likes him for the occasional berth company and seemingly never ending supply of fresh T-Cogs—but no one actually likes him for his nasty temperamental personality, save for a young and naive Ratchet once upon a time.

Pharma is a roamer, as of recent he’s been a hard to reach mech—seems as if he’s found a little project to keep himself pretty occupied in the last few decades—something about a breakthrough for aiding the Decepticon Energon Crisis :] him and a small, horrifyingly cheerful surgeon are well on their way to completing their first trial batches, it’s safe to say that their little synthetic mixture will have it’s users sated and compliant.

they’ve got that amazing ‘new car smell’ those first few weeks, and instead of chittering like an Insecticons or vibrating their wings like a seeker—they beep and squeak, sometimes even honk a horn depending on the baseline altmode coding, to get their Creators’ attention before their vocalizer truly starts to kick online

It’s cute, but loud

Much like a seeker sparkling, they have to reach a certain ‘age’ (upgrade) to be able to transform completely, in between then they’re still able to rev those engines as a warning should they need it, as well as spin their wheels should they need a getaway HEELIES IF THEYRE LUCKY WOOHOOOOO—for seekers they can hover on their thrusters!

Crusade is actually pretty formal with Megatron. But yeah as a kid, Megs was always known as Carrier, but as Sadie got older and more aware of their surroundings—they definitely came to learn the true weight of that title and the fact that they were the progeny of the faction leader, a fact they should have really held onto with more pride. Not wanting to draw more attention to the already blatant favoritism (and nepotism) Crusade made a switch to addressing Megatron as Sir, My Lord, Lord Megatron, —ect. to better fit in with their fellow troops.

It bothers Megatron more than than he lets on. Crusade shouldn’t have to hide their high ranking as his child, the heir to the faction. Megs is their Carrier and can only order them around for so long, as their Leader however—pulling rank may just allow for their infuriatingly stubborn sparkling to listen to them should a day come where even a Carrier’s plea is dismissed.

Crusade does slip up every now and then and a ‘Carrier’ will slip—often hushed and annoyed though as Megs does like to tease every now and then, gotta remind them that they’re still his baby every once in a while :’)

Optimus however—whenever him and Crusade should truly reunite, will never be called Sire by Crusade, which they so heatedly established early on—Crusade never needed one and they don’t need one now, better to not let the title trigger those long-suppressed emotions. Sure enough though Optimus will get his moment.

actually no lmfao so you’re good! Eh, I haven’t mentioned much plot w them outside of them and Megs, plus bits of potential interactions with Optimus—so the rest of Team Prime is free game :D

For what I (hopefully will have) planned, their interactions with team Prime will be eh,,,interesting to each their own to say the least. Some more stressful than others BUT let’s not get into that until I’ve worked it out—for now I’ll just mention what they’re dynamics would be like when the drama of Oh Shit Boss Bot You’ve Been Hiding a Kid For HOW LONG has died down.

A usually touch-wary Crusade actually is the one to initiate a hug with Bulkhead, he’s the biggest and warmest and somehow is always happy to see them. Plus he tells cool recaps of Earth films and gifts them strange blobish paintings every now and then, all of which Crusade doesn’t exactly understand, but at least the colors are pretty.

Bee is annoying,,,which is what Crusade would say if confronted if they actually liked all the shenanigans Bee suggest they pull together, prank wars to the max, sparring for fun, video games?, DOUGHNUTS and RACES in the fortress halls??? Ahem. they are a super serious soldier, not a hooligan. But honestly, Bee is the one they seek out the most should they need an adventure, they missed out on a lot of this ‘fun’ growing up on the Nemesis—Bee seems to know how to balance a day of soldiering and dumbassery. sometimes.

Ratchet reminds them a bit too much of their Carrier than they’d care to admit. The medic is an old soul to his very core, perpetually tired but quick to snap into work mode, and sweet if you reallllllly squint. Sadie has been taught from day one to always respect medics, Ratchet obviously takes the cake on I’ve Seen Some Shit and for that alone Crusade both fears and admires Ratchet. Again, growing up on the Nemesis they didn’t have too many bots willing to talk much with them—but Ratchet (after he’s gone through his own lot of therapy, him AND Arcee. good lord) has a never ending pile of stories to share with them. Ratchet may throw in a few more colorful curses than necessary—which is SURPRISING bc Crusade thought they’d heard them all back home, but he’s entertaining and tells Crusade how it is, no sugarcoating. For that Crusade is grateful, there’s been too many half-truths thrown about to them in their recent years :’)

Ghost Prowl freaks them out—why does he deliberately have to be so sneaky?? Crusade has only met Prowl a fleeting handful of times (visits from the Allspark come with meaning, you know) and each time Crusade has been given nothing but odd riddles and poetic nonsense. Kidding. Prowl does like his wordplay’s but his given advice is always well meaning—the most firm and direct message Crusade has been passed though was probably most definitely “ Get those two cowards for mecha you call your Creator’s to stop fooling around with each other and SPEAK—at this rate it’s physically paining me that they haven’t begun Ritus and they’re not getting any younger”

Team Prime adores Sadie, they ask Megatron to see their sparkling photos every chance they catch him. And Crusade. hates it.

:) have

We’ve been here before, haven’t we?

[chaeinedup]

Kindness kills

Pairing: Hyunjae x reader 

Summary: A helping hand never hurt no one... right?!

Content warning: probably just jealousy

It was a beautiful day so you decided to invite all your closests friends for a lunch that was served with an amazing view of the ocean. You had set the hour for 1pm, it was now 12:30pm and you called your boyfriend to check his location.

------------call inicited------------

Hyunjae: Don’t worry I’m on my way.

Y/N: If you hadn’t a track record for being late everywhere I wouldn’t have to worry dummy.

Hyunjae: Well the dummy here is trying his best okay.

Y/N: I know, how would you live without me though?

Hyunjae: It’s simple I wouldn’t. Alright miss “always on time” I’m here you can come down. 

------------call ended------------

You locked everything and took the elevator to the first floor, where your boyfriend awaited parked infront of the main door of the building. You entered, pecked him on the cheek, signaling “hello”, he did the same to you and now you were both on the way to the beach. You missed your friends a lot, with school and work everyone was drowning in responsabilities and it was hard to get the whole group together but somehow today it worked out and you coulddn’t be happier. There’s one friend in specific, Hannah, that has been going through a hard time and you really want to be there for them, so many times you talk about doing something nice for them with Hyunjae so he can brainstorm and give you more to work with. 

Once you both arrived you entered the restaurant and sent a warning to everyone on the groupchat that said “feel free to enter once you get here, we’re waiting inside :D”. Not long after everyone was reunited all around the table sharing big laughs and the excitment that such impulsive meeting brought to everyone. After having a little conversation with almost everyone at the table you asked Hannah how she was feeling, making sure she felt as comfortable and cared for as possible. And your boyfriend was doing the same, it’s easy having someone like him comfort you, he says the right things and he’s a great listener, he cares a lot for the people he keeps around. That’s why you didn’t mind them sitting next to each other and talking the entire lunch, but you couldn’t lie that some of it was scratching the wrong part of your brain. You know this is nothing more than your vulnerable friend needing support and your boyfriend being more than willing to give whenever it’s needed but you did feel a little left out. 

Everyone said theyre goodbyes and parted their ways, Hyunjae noticed you were quieter than usual and asked if you were okay. You not wanting to over react or bring such topic to light dismissed his question and disguised it with a simple “I’m just tired”. The ride back was awkward silence, not even the radio could drown the uneasyness you were exuding, and so Hyunjae asked again.

Y/N: Yeah why do you ask?

Hyunjae: Are you sure you’re feeling okay?

You sighed in defeat, you didn’t want to admit that some silly little thoughts made your mood completly change.

Y/N: Before i start i just want to say that it’s probably nothing and I know it but I’m still gonna tell you because you deserve to know how i feel. So after seeing you and Hannah so close and cheery without me kinda hurt... I’m not mad that you acted that way torwards her and I’m most definetly not upset with her either. But seeing both of you having so much fun and I wasn’t included...that led me to feel a little jealous to be honest and I’m sorry for it it’s not like you did anything to make me feel that way.

Y/N: Just come upstairs and I’ll explain it.

Hyunjae: Because I know you and also your leg hasn’t stopped shaking, you’re fidgeting with your purse and if you bite your lip any longer it’s gonna start bleeding soon.

It’s safe to say the route you took back to your apartment was probably the most excruciating experience you’ve evere had, a million ways of explaining what you felt without sounding crazy or hurting his feelings were crossing your mind, but none seemed good enough. You unlocked the door and asked him to go sit on the couch while you changed clothes, after a few minute you shoowed up in the living room with pijamas on and sat on the floor in front of him.

Hyunjae: No, I’m sorry I never wanted for you to feel like that, you’re the person I love most in this world, if I ever hurt you I’m not going to be able to live with myself. You shouldn’t apologise for having feelings and I’m ver grateful that you love so much to always be so honest and pour your heart to me.

He got up and sat himself next to you the floor and held both your hands.

Hyunjae: I hope a situation like this never happens again but if it does don’t think you’re being crazy, cause I know you didn’t say it but I know you thought it.

You layed your head on his shoulder trying to hide your face as much as you could. You were embarassed you even felt that way but he’s so understanding and sweet it makes you feel guilty. Hyunjae learned a lot about you in this 6 month relationship, he knows how hard it is for you to open up and be emotional so he doesn’t ever invalidate your feelings or makes you feel bad about them. If anything he ends up doing is always pampering you and clinging to you for the next 24 hours, just how you like it.

Y/N: Thank you dummy, I’m sure I couldn’t live without you either.

Hyunjae: Now that’s what i like to hear. Come on I’ll make us some sweet pancakes as a snack.

He pulled you up and kissed you, once again reassuring he’s never going to live your side, if kindness killed you’d sure be dead by now.

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[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n and ranboo

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part two to the angst imagine (the not so great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo) it’s a happier ‘ending’ please read what is written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 15 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and ranboo in this imagine is completely platonic

it had been about a month since you last streamed whereas ranboo continued to stream a few days after the fallout as he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. even though ranboo knew this huge fallout would eventually happen, it still hurt him, especially since he knew there was no way to prevent it, the four of you in the same house mixed with the stress of being some of the most-watched content creators made living rather difficult. it was like walking on eggshells as you didn’t want to interrupt someone's stream, then there was the additional stress of obsessive fans finding out where the four of you lived, you still remember that day very vividly. you were sat in between tubbo and ranboo watching the office whilst Tommy was in an interview when you received a message from your mod.

Chris: hey y/n I received this message earlier I don’t want to scare you, but maybe get the locks changed. someone sent a message claiming this is your address *image of message from ‘fan’*

it didn’t take long for tubbo and ranboo to receive a message from their mods saying the same thing

“holy shit...”

“chances are Tommy has the message too. we shall go check around the house when Tommy is done with the interview.”

luckily no one ever showed up to the house, but the fact some people were so obsessed to the point they found your address was enough to put everyone in the house on edge. and now it was just you and ranboo in the house. you didn’t feel safe as even though ranboo promised to not let anything happen, you didn’t wanna risk it.

“we should move. there’s no point in having such a big house for two people, what are we going to use the extra space for heh? hide and seek with people who have our address. no thank you. I say we move leave this mess behind and start completely over, hell I’d feel safer in the us and that’s saying something”

ranboo agreed the house didn’t have the happiest memories attached to it anymore, it hurt walking past the hallway as it would bring back the memory of him crying into the crook of y/ns neck whilst tubbo left the house.

“let’s do it, I’ll do an early stream then we can look for houses. go take a shower. I’ll stay close to the door so you’re safe, then you can stay in my room whilst I stream, you can join me if you would like.”

“you’re being very protective all of a sudden...let me guess you got the message from our mods announcing the obsessive fans are at it again?”

“go take a shower.”

“no.”

ranboo ended up picking you up, carried you to the bathroom and turned the shower on before putting you on your feet.

“quick shower I’ll see you later.”

and with that he left the room shutting the door behind him, 30 minutes later you got changed and followed ranboo to his room ready to join him whilst he streams

“hey boo, can I join you? I kinda wanna get into streaming again.”

“I'm so glad you asked, I was going to do a face cam stream, if that’s okay?”

“of course.”

you grabbed his mask and glasses whilst he locked the door so you were both safe. “here you go.”

“thank you.”

the pair of you started the stream and it was honestly going well, you were having so much fun you forgot about all the negative things currently going on, you began to understand why ranboo continued streaming as for those 2-4 hours of streaming it felt as though everything was back to normal. 3 hours later the two of you ended stream and Twitter went crazy. tweets ranged from fans talking about how ranboo was streaming with you, how Tommy was in chat, and how tubbo was modding as people who mentioned anything about their address being leaked were banned by tubbo. the one thing that caught ranboos eye was fan art and a picture of you both from the stream captioned ‘they’re platonic soulmates your honour’ ranboo went as far to like, retweet and comment on it.

ranaltboo: glad you liked the stream it was great having y/n back, think I might make them play tattletail next stream

definitelynoty/n: isn’t that the Furby game that terrified you in 2021? bring it on boo!

Twitter went crazy over this interaction, you had finally come back to social media after months of being inactive, and it looked like you were here to stay. a month later you and ranboo moved out of the house and sold it to your aunt and her wife and their three adopted children, you explained the situation and even changed the locks for them all before they moved in.

“Please do tell us if anyone shows up who shouldn’t be. we changed the locks as you were aware- oh hello little one.”

you noticed one of their children decided to cling onto your leg

“I like your hair it’s colourful!”

“Indeed it is.”

“WOAH A GIANT!”

the little girl let go of your leg and ran to ranboo asking to be picked up, unsure of what to do he looked towards you. however, you were too busy laughing about the fact he was compared to a giant.

“I'm so sorry uh if you want to pick her up you can, you don’t have to.”

“pick me up, tall man... I want to be taller!”

ranboo ended up standing next to you with an arm around your waist whilst the child sat on his shoulders happily playing with his hair.

“ranboo do not drop that child.”

“I didn't- I didn't plan on it y/n.”

eventually, it was time to leave and the child reluctantly let go of ranboo.

“bye-bye!! hope to see you soon!”

soon enough you were at a smaller house, far away from the old house, leaving behind the negative feelings. it could only get better, a week later the pair of you had settled into the new house, it finally felt like home. you and ranboo were now streaming full time again, safe to say the two of you were thriving and closer than ever.

“so I’m thinking if I hit the sub-goal today I’ll let chat pick what colour I dye my hair.”

“make it higher, and I’ll let you cut my hair.”

“Are you being serious? oh my god!”

a few minutes later you took to Twitter to announce you were going live.

y/n: kidnapping children in the sims with ranboo psst check the subgoal.

within 20 minutes you had hit the sub-goal, chat ended up picking another random neon colour for your hair.

“right hair dye and the cutting stream will be this weekend, now let’s go back to kidnapping.”

tubbo, tommy, and jack felt awful for what happened and went back to the house where you used to live, hoping to see you there so they could apologise, tubbo knocked on the door only to be met by a young child.

“my sister watches you on twitch!”

“oh that’s lovely.. are y/n and ranboo here?”

an older woman came to the door.

“oh no, I’m sorry dear they both moved out, but they left this box and said to give it to you if you returned.”

“do you know where they moved to?”

“I'm sorry dear, I'm not allowed to tell you that information for safety reasons.”

“I understand, thanks anyway.”

they ended up going back to jacks where the three of them had been staying.

“We should open the box.”

tubbo opened the box and emptied the items onto the floor, inside was the rocks y/n handed tubbo from every trip, photos of the group, a necklace y/n had gifted to Tommy a day before the argument, and a hat y/n had taken from jack during a trip to a zoo.

“what the fuck!”

“holy shit!”

“they really kept all these in hopes we would come back?”

“and now we’re too late.”

it was now the weekend you and ranboo were ready to stream, you stood leaning on ranboo who was significantly smaller than you as you lowered the chair he sat on.

“starting stream...now.”

after the starting soon intro played, you explained what was happening to any new viewers or people who didn’t watch the stream.

“so I’m about to become Edward Scissorhands...I love that film can we watch it later?”

“yeah mhm sure!”

you didn’t know this but your ex best friends were watching and ever so often would show up in the chat.

“so boo, what are we doing with your hair today?”

“just a trim please darling?”

“This is y/ns hairdressers you get what I’m capable of!”

you ended up doing a pretty good job of cutting ranboos hair, even he was impressed.

“I didn’t doubt you for a minute!”

“mhm sure thing please don’t mess up my hair tall one!”

soon enough you had the dye on. 45 minutes later you left to wash it off, leaving ranboo to entertain stream,

“chat I think I missed some of their hair it’s okay, I own scissors, I’ll just cut it.. speaking of they did a great job, didn't they? I honestly expected them to mess up.”

a few minutes later you joined ranboo again and spent the next few hours talking with chat. tubbo, tommy, and jack stayed the entire time. they loved the fact you and ranboo were able to stay close after what happened, Tommy noticed you were still wearing the necklace he got you many years ago and spammed them chat with him tubbo and jack

Tommy: THEYRE WEARING THE NECKLACE!!

jack: so what? they clearly don’t wanna talk to us.

tubbo: shut up listen to them.

“chat why are we spamming platonic soulmates?”

“they’ve been saying it all over Twitter, look on trending y/n.”

you started to blush slightly at all the amazing artwork soon enough the stream came to an end, after saying goodbye the pair of you sat together going through fan art. unfortunately the one that caught your eye was this one twitter post where the artist had created a drawing of a piece of paper with you, ranboo, tommy, tubbo, and jack, however the paper was ripped separating you and ranboo from the others, captioned ‘it was never meant to be’ this clearly upset ranboo as he took off his mask and glasses placing them on the desk before going straight to his bed.

“boo…are you okay?”

“Are you tired of me? are you going to leave next?”

“what? no of course not! I could never get tired of you, why do you ask?”

“everyone else has left..i thought they cared about us, i knew it would happen eventually and i couldn’t stop it, i’m sorry, y/n, please don’t hate me.”

you sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor,

“come here.”

you watched him roll over to face you.

“you know there’s no one else who I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, right…if i hated you i wouldn’t have moved house with you. it’s not your job to fix everything and make everything better, you’re a streamer for christ sake not a therapist.”

“i guess so.. can we watch that thing you were on about for ages.”

“edward scissorhands? “

“mhm!”

you could tell he wanted to be distracted, so you agreed and put the film on, towards the end you began to get upset due to how overwhelming everything was.

“Why are you crying?”

“poor Edward.”

“come here.”

ranboo pulled you into a hug you laid there crying into his chest, he knew that wasn’t the reason you were crying, but he wasn’t about to make you tell him, luckily it didn’t take long for you to stop crying as ranboo quickly distracted you.

“ranboo..”

“yeah y/n?”

“I feel bad i didnt realise how much pressure was on you whilst everyone was arguing.”

“Hey, it’s okay, is that what’s upsetting you?”

“mhm.”

“don’t blame yourself, i’d do it all over again to keep you safe and happy..then again i didn’t do a good job on keeping you happy.”

“you did..you were always there for me even when i gave up on social media, you shared your room with me after i started receiving creepy messages from that obsessed fan, hell you even went on adventures with me even though it was clear you hadn’t been sleeping, just so we could spend time together and forget about what was happening. you mean a lot to me boo.”

“i love you.”

“i love you too bud, I’m tired.”

“go to sleep, it’s been a long day.”

“okay.”

“you just staying there?”

“yes.”

“oh, oh okay, goodnight.”

about a year later the two of you were still thriving, ranboo got you a promise ring a few months earlier.

“heh what’s this for?”

“as your best friend i promise to stay by your side and keep you safe and make sure that you’re happy, in other words you're stuck with me till the end of time.”

“boo…i really don’t know what to say.. thank you so much!”

“you don’t have to say anything!”

you ended up going out to buy him a promise ring when he started the stream and decided to take your cousins with you now that they were a little older. ranboo was doing a facecam stream when the door slammed open revealing you covering your three younger cousins ranboo not realising you were hiding them from the camera, instinctively stood up covering the camera

“ranboooooo!”

“yes you three and y/n ,what do you need?”

“we would like to watch a film!”

“Okay, i’ll go put one on, y/n will you entertain chat?”

“sure thing boo boy!”

once they left you sat fixing your hair forgetting you were wearing the ring chat noticed this and went crazy, so did Tommys group with tubbo and jack.

tubbo: that’s a ring, right??

jack: yeah looks like it.

Tommy: holy shit I always thought if anyone was gonna get married it would be tubbo and y/n, they were inseparable.

tubbo: hilarious.

jack: it could just be a ring, no one mentioned marriage tommy!

Tommy: we should congratulate them.

jack: at least let them explain fucking hell.

soon enough ranboo came back into the room,

“sorry one of them found it hilarious to steal my glasses...”

“they’re little shits i swear to god but i love them.”

you both noticed chat going crazy and both looked at each other before laughing.

“i'm sorry, i can’t take you serious in the mask and glasses!”

“i can’t take you serious with neon hair, but here we are!”

“rude!”

you and ranboo quickly put an end to the rumours,

“no we’re not engaged or married, it is a promise ring. no they’re not our children, they’re y/ns cousins they just spend a lot of time here..chat stop calling me and y/n parents and comparing us to phil that’s not..that’s not how it works okay!”

“parent arc!”

“y/n, don’t encourage them!”

“it’s a little bit funny!”

soon enough the bit came to an end and eventually ranboo ended the stream.

“hey boo look what i got you”

you handed him a little black box, inside was a ring similar to yours

“i promise to always stick around and be here for you”

“oh my god”

ranboo tackled you into a hug thanking you several times for his rings. you and ranboo were living your best life meanwhile jack, tommy, and tubbo were stuck dealing with the guilt of what happened, but they’re weren’t giving up that easy. they wanted you both back, that’s when you received a notification, tommyinnit has sent you a message request: hey y/n can we talk..please?

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[kiwibirbs-library]

Walking In

a/n: lol not me realizing after i finished that all the songs are by the same people and are kinda old but whatever. theyre cool still prove me wrong

prompt: they come back and find you jamming in they’re dorm

characters: todoroki x fem!reader, midoria x fem!reader, kirishima x fem!reader

warning: none really, fluff, our boys being literal sweetie pies

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Shoto Todoroki

- ugh hes so hot good lord

- ok so anyways, Shoto was just getting back from internships ok

- he had just had to listen to his father for a whole week with little to no complaint and to say he was dead is an understatement

- all he really wanted to do was see you and sleep and cuddle but ya know

- so what does he do when he gets out of the building?

- immediately texts you to wait for him in his dorm when you get back

- thats what he does

- you had your own internships but they were a closer and you would probably get back before him so you saw it and were like

- um

-YES

- so you get back and change, heading to Shoto’s room

- ready for some premium cuddles

- he had told you it was gunna take a while so you pull out your phone to play some music 

~~~~

Shoto had every intention of getting back to his dorm, grabbing you, and passing out for the next few days. Between his fathers orders, the constant villains, and barely being able to talk to you this past week, he was so done. He came into the dorms, a few people waving to him. He would nod back, but no one really had the energy for anything. Well minus a couple of the girls chatting away and Sero, the hero himself, keeping Mineta away from them.

Dragging himself up the stairs he was surprised to hear music coming from the floor. Everyone on his level seemed to be downstairs. As he got closer to his room he came to the realization that it was coming from his room. And the soft music had switched to a more upbeat tune. As he walked in the music got louder as it blasted its way throughout the room. He was about to question it when his eyes landed on you.

You. His beautiful girlfriend. A girl now dancing like a madman while singing/laughing the lyrics.

“Rock my world into the sunlight’- laughing- ‘make this dream the best I’ve ever known!” you were spinning around, laughing at how bad you were saying the words. Shoto just stared.

‘How did I manage to find someone like this.’ ‘How did you find me.’ ‘I don’t care what happens anymore as long as you’re happy.’ ‘I’m going to to marry this girl.’ Thoughts went wild through his head as he say you jump around his room.

Thats when you turned around to find him at the door. He had a small smile on his face and pure adoration in his eyes as he watched you. You could feel your face warm, blaming it on all the movement. You went to your phone and paused the song, going over to Shoto. You wrapped your arms around him, peeking up at him from his chest.

“Hi,” you said sweetly.

“Can you do that again?” he asked, hugging you back and meeting your gaze.

“What?” he pulled you to his side, leaning over and grabbing your phone off the side table. Hitting play, he looked at you and smiled. Laughing you grabbed his hands, walking backwards and swaying your hips.

Ya, he could get used to this

~~~~

Izuku Midoriya

- IZUUU BB

- it was the weekend and everyone was chilling in the commens, cooling down from a grueling week.

- Izuku of course was training out front a little before bed

- you went out to get him so yall could go up together but he told you he would meet you up there with a little nose kiss

- UGH THIS MAN I LOVE HIM

- and so as you waited you thought to play some music to pass the time

~~~~

Izuku stretched as he got back inside the the dorm building. There were still quite a few people downstairs even for the closely approaching curfew, all chatting away while they could. Izuku didn’t stay for long though, quickly heading up the stairs to meet you in your room. 

He could hear faint music playing down the hall and immediately knew it was yours. I mean come on you know this man has memorized your playlist to a T to show off to you. He happily jogged up to your door and went inside. He did think about knocking, but judging from how load the music was with it closed, he knew you wouldn’t hear it. When he stepped in he found you spinning around and singing the lyrics perfectly. He always loved watching you when you got into a song. 

The song in question however made him blush. You moved your arms and waist to the beat, singing to your hearts content.

“all that you got, skin on skin, oh my god, don’t just stop, boy,” you hummed out the instrumental basically burst out with the main chorus. “ Something bout youu.”

All Izuku do was watch until you noticed him walk in. You quickly pause the music and went up to him.

“hey sorry you should have said you were here,” you rubbed the back of your neck.

“I-I-I uhmm tha-that was r-really uhhh wow I-” he was red and stuttering at all of it. Has he been dating you for almost half a year now, yes. Was he still flustered as frick if you did literally anything, also yes. You laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“thank you for the complement Izu, but I now am in need of my cuddles I was promised,” you said, yanking him as you flopped onto your sheets. His face was still extremely red but he smiled.

“anything for you puppy.”

~~~~

Enjiro Kirishima

- once again OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM

- anyways he was training with Bakugou all weekend and both of you were in need of some together time

- i mean you had texted him that you wanted a hug a little bit ago 

- but he didn’t even warn you before he came

- literally you were just hanging in your room jamming and he just barged in for you but same difference

~~~~

He could hear the music playing the minute he got to your floor and knew it was you. He had heard the song so many times on your playlist and not to mention everyone on your floor was down stairs. He smiled to himself and sped walk to your room.

He quickly turned the knob and slid in, smiling and watching the sight in front of him. He had walked in on your jam sessions so many times before but it never got old, watching the way you smiled and moved as if it was the only thing that would ever matter. You swung your hips around as you mouthed out the words the girl sung. His smile grew, here came the best part.

You hopped up on a chair during a short pause in the song, then started busting out rapping, never missing a word or a beat.

“its mys moscato, its friss in a bottle, its nicki full throttle, its oh oh~” you swayed along with the beat, hopping off the chair and sliding around your room. You turned around, jumping slightly when you saw your boyfriend at the door. You paused your music, walking up to him. “god babe you almost gave me a heart attack. Warn me a little next time,” you laughed a little.

“sorry I just wanted to see you during that section,” he said sweetly, wrapped his arms around your waist. You rolled your eyes as you ruffled his hair. 

“you just wanted to look at my ass,” you laughed. He put a hand on his heart and flopped down onto you dramatically. 

“oh y/n, how could you think so low of me,” he sniffled sarcastically. You laughed as he put more weight onto you. 

“E I’m gunna fall,” you whined with fake effort. He laughed into your shoulder, shuffled to push you towards your bed.

“good I came for cuddles anyways. Very manly,” he mumbled as you two fell over.

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songs: todoroki- domino by jessie j

            midoriya- dangerous woman by ariana grande

            kirishima- bang bang by jessie j, ariana grande, and nicki minaj