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snowdice · 4 months ago

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Folds in Paper: Book 2 (Chapter 2: Spoiler Soup) [Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sander Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, Logan/Virgil, Roman & Patton & Logan

Characters: Janus, Patton, Emile, Remus, Roman, Logan, Virgil, Remy

Summary: Janus is trying. After spending months trapped in time with his enemy turned… something else, Janus is trying to find meaning in a world where he or anyone else could rewrite history with one simple mistake.

During his leave from the Time Preservation Initiative, the time distortions that have been causing disastrous ripples in time have not gone anywhere. His partner’s past is more mysterious than ever and old and new alliances are shifting. Can Janus figure out what is going wrong with time before that time is up?

The problem with time travel… you never how long you have before the clock strikes 12.

Chapter Summary:

Janus moves back to his own place… He did not leave his house like this.

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol, sexual innuendo, character with depression, character with ptsd

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted).

Previous Book(s)

Book 2: Part 1

Today Janus was moving into his house in 24th century for the second time in his life, and honestly, the house wasn’t going to look much different than it had when he’d first moved in. Janus had unpacked his things more at Emile’s house in the past almost 6 months than he had in the two and a half years living in his house. His house held clothes, bare bone furniture, and exactly one skillet from when he’d decided to be daring and tried to cook himself an egg. All he’d really customized for himself were the settings on the LXC device which controlled the lights, media across the home, and prepackaged food ordering and prepare.

He almost felt embarrassed that his house was so empty. Emile, of course, knew that his mental health had been fucked, but the blankness of his house was a physical reminder of this fact especially considering how he used to keep house before all of this. He’d warned Emile about the fact that his house was empty, and he had said he understood, but still.

They gathered all of the luggage in a pile in Emile’s guest room. They’d had to get permissions from the TPI to allow Emile to travel to his house, and Janus went ahead and filed to give him permanent permission to travel there.

The decision felt far too hopeful for someone who hadn’t had that conversation with his brother yet, but it had made Emile smile in the moment.

Emile took three of the bags and Janus took the rest. He waved his arm and selected the third saved location on the device. In a moment, he was standing in the living room of his dark, empty house.

…

His supposed to be dark and empty house. More of the lights were on than Janus had ever switched on himself, and half of the windows were open. (He didn’t even know some of those windows opened.)

They were letting in the sounds of birds that made the lakeside their home as well as a cool late fall breeze. There was also a racket coming from the kitchen. Emile was beside him a second after he himself had appeared. He looked around for a moment. “Did you leave it like this?”

“No,” Janus replied.

“Do you have squatters?” He had a security system from 2 millennia in the future on his house. He highly doubted it.

“I’m going to go check the kitchen,” Janus said, moving towards the noises coming from the other room.

He stopped in the doorway to his kitchen only to see Patton standing at his kitchen counter cutting up a carrot on a cutting board Janus surely did not own, and if he did, it was buried in a box somewhere.

“What are you doing?” Janus asked.

“Cooking!” was the immediate reply.

“In my house?” Janus asked. “How do you even know where my house is?”

“I may be just a little bit ahead of you,” Patton said with a wink while tapping the side of his nose.

Janus sputtered. “This is my house!”

“I know!” He said it so cheerfully while being a purposefully obtuse asshole. Janus could help but crack a smile and shake his head. He’d missed him after spending so long alone with him though he wasn’t going to admit that to him when he’d broken into Janus’s house to…

“Again, what are you doing?”

“I’m making you soup.”

“Why?” Janus asked.

“Well,” Patton said. “I know it’s a bit of a rough time for you, so I thought I’d give you a nice welcome home present and what better present than food!” He smiled at him widely.

Janus looked closer at what he was making. “You’re trying to prove to me you can cook.” Patton frowned at him. “Have you considered I have had enough fish stew for a lifetime?”

“Nope!” he said. “It’s entirely different this time anyway. I have carrots!”

“I don’t like carrots,” Janus lied blandly.

“Liar!” Patton declared.

“No, I’m not,” Janus continued to lie.

“I mean, that was definitely a lie,” Emile interjected from behind Janus. He was looking at them curiously. “Er, hello, who are you?”

“This is Pat,” Janus said.

“The illegal time traveler you’ve been tracking?” Emile asked with a questioning lilt to his tone.

“Ah, yes, well,” Janus said with a cough. “We came to an understanding when stuck in pre-history.”

“And now he is cooking soup for you? In your house?” Emile asked.

“I’ve long since stopped trying to make sense of him,” Janus grumbled.

“Well,” Emile said. “Hello Pat.”

“You can call me Patton,” he said easily. “I hope it’s nice to meet me, because I’ve already met you.”

“We haven’t been meeting in the correct order,” Janus informed Emile. “So, he’s apparently already met you which will happen in your future. It is also something he shouldn’t be talking about,” he scolded. Patton took that with a shrug.

“I hate time travel,” Emile said, his nose scrunching up. “Isn’t life already confusing enough.”

Janus winced, not relishing the upcoming conversation with him about how confusing his life was now because of time travel.

“Don’t you work with the TPI too?” Patton asked.

“That doesn’t mean I like time travel,” Emile said. “I’m a stationary agent and I like that just fine.”

“Time travel can be a bit complicated sometimes,” Patton acknowledged, “but I don’t think it’s all bad.” He finished chopping up the carrot and turned to put it in the self-regulating soup pot. Janus squinted at it. It was certainly not something Patton had in the 21st century. So, the question was… had he gone out and bought time appropriate cookware before breaking into Janus’s house or had he gone through Janus’s storage to find it?

“You’re a free agent time traveler, right?” Emile asked.

“Depends on what you mean by free agent,” Patton said. “I have always worked with a group of people, and we have rules and procedures. It’s basically a time agency itself, just not the TPI.”

“And you’ve met me before?”

“I have,” Patton confirmed, “but Janus is right in that I can’t say much more than that about it. In fact,” he said wiping off his hands on a towel hanging from his apron. (The apron was covered in cartoon squirrels and totted the phrase ‘I’m a nut for baking.’) “I should probably be getting out of here.”

“You’ve never been worried about us meeting out of order before,” Janus pointed out with a frown. He didn’t particularly want Patton to go even though the man had broken into his house and possibly went through his boxes of kitchen equipment.

“Well,” Patton said. “There’s meeting wildly out of order, there’s meeting in order, and then there’s what I’m doing.”

“What are you doing?” Janus asked, alarmed.

Patton just shrugged with a smile.

“No, Patton, what are you doing?”

“Soup should be done in about an hour, but you can leave it on all day. I got a pot that’s fridge safe, so just shut it off and stick it in there before going to sleep.”

“Patton.”

“See you later! Bye!” He said and disappeared into thin air.

Janus sighed and rubbed the bridge of his brow. “Why is he like this?”

“Janus,” Emile asked. “Why did your self-declared mortal enemy make you soup?”

“Because he’s an asshole, that’s why.”

“Uh huh,” Emile said, looking at him oddly.

“What?” Janus asked.

“What exactly happened when you were stuck in the past?” Emile asked.

Janus sighed. “A lot happened. A lot.” He glanced at the soup pot happily performing its function on his kitchen counter. ‘I hope it’s nice to meet me, because I’ve already met you,’ rang in his ears. Fucking Patton with his little hints about the future. It gave Janus just a bit of courage though knowing that Emile at least didn’t flee the continent after the conversation they had to have. He was at least around enough to meet Patton. “In fact,” Janus said. “It’s probably time I told you what happened. Everything that happened.”

#sanders sides #janus sanders #emile piccani #patton sanders #mociet #time travel #character with depression #character with ptsd #character with anxiety #folds in time universe #folds in paper #adriana writes #not pieces fic

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hiccanna-tidbits · 1 year ago

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@jackunzel-time

Jackunzel Month Week 2 - Coming of Age

***

"Okay, can I look now?"

"Not yet!"

The kitchen is once again filled with the sounds of Rapunzel banging around, plates and dishware clattering as she searches the fridge. Jack's got a sneaking suspicion this all has something to do with the huge, tinfoil-covered mound on the top shelf.

For an entire week, Rapunzel insisted they put every ounce of leftovers in the bottom half of the fridge, ignoring the Mysterious Object™️like a leaky faucet you handn't gotten around to fixing. Not that Rapunzel doesn't occasionally need her home fridge for work-related things, but she isn't normally cagey about it.

Jack once again resists the urge to peek out of the blindfold.

"Come ooooon, Zellie! This anticipation is going to kill me before our starving artist lifestyle does."

Rapunzel laughs. "Starving? I'll have you know, sir, that I've had no less than 5 whole french fries today!"

Considering it was 9 pm, this was not an ideal french fry quota. Rapunzel definitely had time to eat more fries today.

Jack wonders idly if Rapunzel's just getting too caught up in her work to take lunch breaks, or if her manager is crunching her deadlines again.

Before he can get too far into plotting how he would swap her boss's salt and sugar without getting Rapunzel in trouble, he hears the distinctive sound of a lighter.

"Are you torching our apartment?" he asks. "Because if so, I'm very offended I wasn't invited to participate."

Rapunzel scoffs. "Don't be silly! Like I'd set the place on fire without getting home insurance first. And it isn't as though either of us can afford that."

"You're still making me nervous. Usually I'm the one who plays the pranks."

"Hmmm, well...that would have been a good idea, actually." Rapunzel sounds a little regretful. "But no tricks today, I promise. Now open your eyes!"

And at last, Jack gets to see what all the fuss is about.

A stunning, snow-white cake sits in the middle of their dining room table, covered in sparkly silver candy orbs and carefully sculpted fondant snowflakes. All around the side are little hand-painted winter scenes, meticulously crafted by an icing brush in a process that must've taken hours. On top, a "2" and a "6" candle sit ablaze.

Rapunzel, of course, spends all day at work decorating cakes. It's her career. (Or, at least, it has been for the past 6 months--the longest she's gone without leaving a job to date.)

It still seems like she went the extra mile with this one.

"What--" For a long moment, all Jack can do is stare with his mouth hanging open.

"What the hell," he says finally. "How did I forget today was my birthday???"

Rapunzel's surprise quickly turns to laughter.

"Oh my god, how did you forget?"

Easy for her to say. Back when Rapunzel lived with her crazy mom, who practically kept her a prisoner in her own house, birthdays were easily the most interesting thing that happened all year. Birthdays with the Overlands were always much more...lowkey, so to speak.

"In my defense!" He holds up his hands. "Nothing interesting happens when you turn 26. Pretty much all the milestones are finished, so it's just another orbit around the sun."

"Nonsense!" Rapunzel sticks her lip out in disapproval. "That's no way to talk about your coming-of-age ceremony!"

"Coming-of-age?" He raises his eyebrows. "I think we missed the cutoff for that a while ago."

"Well, 26 is your age now." She crosses her arms, chin up defiantly. "And you have come to it. So therefore you have come of age."

He chuckles. "Is that how that works?"

"Why not? Teenagers and college kids shouldn't get to have all the fun!"

"My point still stands, though," he argues. "You don't really...unlock the same kind of stuff in your 20s that you do when you're younger. It's not like there are new magical adventures that you suddenly have access to when the clock strikes 12 on your 26th birthday."

"Says who?"

His girlfriend's conniving smirk sends a wave of excitement through him. What is she plotting?

"Did you find an elite 26-and-over club to join?"

"Not exactly." She leans over the table, smirk widening. "But someone did have a chat with your boss about how many great snowscape photo opportunities there are in the mountains, and how you're going to need to not come into the office for while to get all the best shots."

Jack's eyes widen as her meaning dawns on him. "And Mr. North was cool with that? Me taking a vacation right before the holidays?"

"I mean. He could hardly resist the offer of having his best photographer out getting festive snapshots for the December issue of the magazine. You'd do more good on the field than stuck behind an editing desk, right?"

"No kidding."

Jack sits down, getting ready to blow out the unexpected birthday candles. He pauses, something occurring to him.

"Wait, what about you? I'm not about to go off and leave you to handle the bakery's holiday rush on your own!"

Rapunzel hums thoughtfully.

"Well, funny thing. I told our head baker that I just hadn't been feeling very inspired lately. And if I went somewhere, say, fresh and exciting, then the muse was sure to strike again and I'd pump out a collection of the most beautiful winter cakes the bakery's ever known. Ones to really send that holiday profit flooding in."

"So...you snuck around and got us both a week off for my birthday by spinning it as a work trip? And on top of that, you just casually whipped out the most gorgeous birthday cake I've ever seen in my life?"

She nods, beaming.

"You're my goddamn hero."

He stands up and sweeps her into his arms, pulling her into a kiss worthy of being the Big Dramatic Finale to any coming-of-age film. All these years later, and it still feels like cameras should be spinning around them with rock music building into a triumphant crescendo.

Maybe that's cheesy, but to hell with it.

"Have I ever mentioned I'm in love with you?" he murmurs against her lips.

"I would hope so, Overland. We've been dating for 9 years now."

***

Half a hazelnut chocolate cake and two celebratory hot cocoas later, Jack finds himself being dragged toward the car in the encroaching darkness of 5:30 pm.

"Zel, what--"

"Come on! I booked us a night in a cabin, and we need to take off before the roads get icy. It's supposed to snow in a couple hours!"

"But what about--"

"I packed the car while you were at work." Rapunzel doesn't miss a beat. "Don't worry, I grabbed all your favorite sweaters! Your snowboarding stuff too. And the sleeping bags. And the cozy socks. And the snow chains. And the binoculars. And the sled. And the scarves."

He doesn't have time to form a reply before he's being bundled into the front seat and covered in one of his favorite fluffy blankets. The sheer amount of alpine field guides and brochures on the car floor make him do a double take.

"You have an itinerary?" he asks, surprised.

She hums uncertainly as she pulls out of the driveway.

"Well...nothing too rigid. No coming-of-age road trip of self-discovery can be that structured, or else it might get in the way of spontaneous epiphanies about who you truly are, right?"

"Right."

Rapunzel looks like she's about to burst open with what she isn't saying.

"I sense a 'but' there."

"I did find a really cute place for us to sled." The dam breaks as Rapunzel pulls out of the driveway. "And there's this secluded little mountain animal rescue we have to see. And this four-star cafe we can stop at for hot cider and soup, and this really pretty snowy hike that I don't think is too tiring. Also this ski and snowboard slope we can check out if we have time, with this really cozy lodge, and--"

She cuts herself off mid-sentence as soon as she picks up that all this might be a little overwhelming.

"Buuuuut," she amends slowly. "It's not like I've put down a deposit for anything. We could just drive through the mountains and stop whenever we feel the urge. Find the best secret spots and have them to ourselves, you know? Have deep conversations and be alone with nature and reconnect with our humanity and our sense of purpose. Or something like that."

He can't help but laugh at the way her brow scrunches as she goes deep into thought.

"That sounds great."

"Do you...have a preference?" She gives him a searching look as they pull onto the freeway, already glowing with streetlamps and taillights. "Agenda or no agenda?"

"Whatever you're down for, I'm down for. Hell, I'm just happy to have an unexpected week of vacation."

"I guess that's the thing about these types of 'finding yourself' stories. You kind of have to figure them out as you go along."

"Then let's do some figuring!"

Rapunzel hits the gas, and off they go into the winter sunset, bound for their next coming-of-age adventure. One to perhaps be followed by many more, depending on how many future ages they deem it significant to "come to."

***

Tfw you keep aging but The Blorbos™️do not, so the only logical solution is to force them to age with you XD God dammit, if I have to be in my mid-20s, then so do my comfort characters!!!

Fr tho, I often find myself wishing there were more aged-up AUs in the RotBTD fandom. Most fandom olds returning to (or who stayed in) the fandom aren't the teenagers we were when we first got into the big four anymore, so...why not let them grow up with us??? It's not like their canon ages are some sacred, set-in-stone thing that can't be changed since people do in fact get older as time passes ajdnlshbf

And like!!! Don't get me wrong, I love a well-done high school or college AU, and they can be a lot of fun!!! But I think as I've gotten older I wonder more about how the RotBTD kids would navigate adulthood, and how they would change/adapt and how they would stay the same throughout their lives.

Jackunzel I feel like would be one of those couples who would just be it for each other. Like they get together in late high school--probably junior or senior year--and everyone keeps waiting for the spark to die in college and for them to get stir-crazy (as people who get into committed relationships young often do) or bored of each other, and they just. Don't. MFs hit 30 and are still in the honeymoon phase with no sign of getting out XD

Rapunzel is so right here btw. Twenty-somethings DO deserve to have indie coming-of-age dramas made about them!!! Kids and teens and college students shouldn't get to have all the fun!!! Besides, there's plenty of growing/maturing still to do in young adulthood, so why stop writing stories about that just because the people in question are out of school??? Tbh I'm so tired of movies with adult protagonists being either fluffy (hetero) romcoms or a drama about Some Guy with a wife and kids like??? There are other types of adults besides straights in the dating pool and middle-aged people with tidy little nuclear families!!! I promise!!!

Guess I'll just have to write all those funky little RotBTD twenty-something AUs myself ajshdkuys

Shout-out to the RotBTD discord for giving me the idea of having Rapunzel be a cake decorator and Jack be a photographer! I sometimes struggle a bit with future career ideas for the RotBTD kids, but these fit really well :D Jack definitely seems like the kind of person who would like something freelance and loose-scheduled where he basically gets paid to capture the beauty in the world around him :O And we know Rapunzel can bake, and she likes art, so...

CAKE ART CAKE ART CAKE ART CAKE ART

VERY happy I found that snowflake-and-orb cake, because that definitely seems like something Jack would enjoy 🤍❄️ And now I kind of want to try it 👀👀👀I DO have to wonder how they did that little picture with the tree and the car :O

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

#jackunzel #jackunzelmonth #jackunzelmonth23 #moodboard #aesthetic #jack x rapunzel #rapunzel x jack #jack frost #rapunzel #jackxrapunzel #rapunzelxjack #rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #tangled #rise of the guardians #rotg #crossover

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kalocart · 2 years ago

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Why is there barely Creature Cases content on this platform?

What a first date with them would be like p.1

Nb reader because why not, also this fic has some inuendos but not enough for the mature tag so the allert is "Thighs"

❄Sam Snow❄

Escape room

He wants to show off his master detective skills to impress you.

He asked Kit to help him pick a good one cus she knows a lot about his skills

He goes with his uniform (i think their uniforms) after a case. And you go dressed not knowing you kinda look like a detective too (like a coat, uh think sherlock? But casual) and he gets excited.

Sam: "Oh my god, you look like a detective too, we can be like sherlock and Watson! ... can... can I call you DR.Y/N while we're here?"

He talks out loud about his thought process and he takes into consideration your point of view, Oh? You think we should check the lamp? Of course, do the clues correlate with the wall? Sure lets try that"

At some point he thought about the shandelier in the room but it was too high, so he asked you to sit on his shoulders to boost you up cus he's strong💪

Now having his head being squished in between your thighs awakened a new desire.

Once getting the note you read it out but he ain't listening, your thighs are mulling the sound.

Y/n:"6 the clocks strikes at night, sven barks at the pen covered in the corpses of hens. What do you think Detective snow?"

Sam:".... oh- I'm sorry repeat that?"

Y/n:"oh! Let me get down-"

Sam:"no thats fine"

You moved the clocks hands to 6:07 and then a drawer comes out with a chicken constelation pen.

Sam theought the whole duration has been chearing you on being a detective. He wont baby you so your doing your part on your own.

At some point you two get stuck but then sam notices the pin on the cork board arent removable, and made click sounds.

At that moment you realize a rezenmblance of the corkboard and the pattern on the pen.

Y/n:"Detective Snow, how about we make the constelation on the cork board"

Sam:"Thats a Good idea Dr.Y/n"

The prize were stickers, a t-shirt and you could also keep the pen.

You two went to a small coffee shop to wind down.

Who got the pen? Kit Casey

Since she helped Sam look for the escape room and reservation you two gave it to her.

🦊Kit Casey🦊

Hiking

Like with Sam, she wanted to show off her zoology skills.

Sam also helped to look for a good place for you two to hike

This time, you get to go on R.O.N., weather you work at CLADE or not, Kit commiting grand theft auto.

You think Kit would take you to a generic forest? Fuck no she taking you to the south american jungle.

Its hot just like you, and just how she likes it.

Throught the way she would tell you stories of her past missions. Like the one with the snow hares, the bees, the time two Gila monsters bit her

Kit:"Gila monsters have a venomous bite, so I was out of it for half the day after both of them bit me"

Y/n:"they what?!"

Kit:"oh dont worry It was nothing, just had to submerge them in water to let me go and they went back to fighting eachother"

Y/n: 😰

She nonchalantly tells her near death experiences and when with animals with a pep in her step. She just thinks their amaizing.

She loves telling animal facts about the ones around them.

Kit will race you, and even teach you how to hop onto the trees.

You two just swinging tree to tree. Looking at all the natives.

You and Kit bump into the Howler Monkey Resort and decide to get a meal before heading back.

While waiting on your food in comes detective philip night. Who says a quick hello,

Philip:"Detective Kit Casey, what brings you here brings you and your ...new friends?"

Kit:"Oh hey Philip, their Y/n, and this is our first date!"

Y/n:"hello, its a pleasure to meet you"

Philip:"I cant believe you managed to win such a... captivating one, good for you"

Kit:"I know right! Their such amaizing and nice!"

Philip:"well then I'll leave the couple so they can enjoy their good night, till next time detective"

The conversation left both of two blushing

Once you two finish your meals you head back to R.O.N. and you start getting sleepy.

Kit tells you to go to sleep and you slowly do doze off, leaning on her.

Kit is internally screaming at the moment.

If you dont work for CLADE, she will make a pit stop at where you live, tuck you in and leave a little love note.

if you do, she would try to sneak you back in with the help of Sam. Before getting caught by Director Peggy Scratch.

Peggy would scold Kit but not much, since she's done it too

🐿🪁Wally Bungler🪁🐿

Picnic

He decided to take you on a picnic, cus 1.he loves nature and there's a nice spot near where he lives 2. His mom told him "the best way to someones heart is through their stomach" so what better than to eat outside with his moms famous blueberry buckle

He told you he would be a bit late because something came up and that he will get there as soon as posible.

You go and prepare the picnic blanket when you see something in the sky, is it a bird, is it a plane? It later answered-

"MAKE WAY FOR WALLYYYYYYYYYY"

You didn't get out of the way on time and he crash lands on you.

You dont miss the opportunity.

Y/n:"I hope you didn't get hurt falling from heaven"

Wally:"Ofcourse not, I fell for you after all haha... you didn't get hurt did you?"

After he gets off of you, the date officially starts, luckily nothing in his basket got ruined. His mom taught him how to wrap and store his lunch for him to transport it while flying.

You two talked about a lot of diferent things with him and heard as he talked about how good the food you made was.

He took it as you also trying to get to his heart through his stomach and that made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

You also discovered that he's also a really good cook, all the food in his bag look straight out of instagram.

If you can fly, he would show you a bunch of cool stuff around, if not he will try to find a way so that you can, or look for stuff on the ground.

His mom would sometimes interrupt but you didn't mind, she sounded lovely and what are you to say to not let him answer his mother.

Ms.Bungler:" Wally honey, have you seen my slippers?"

Wally:"Mom not now im on a date"

He would apologize but you would reassure him its fine

At some point you had to cut the date short because he got a distress call from .... a cuckoo bird?

Wally:"Junior Ranger Doli? Whats wrong?"

Doli:"cuckooo!"

Wally:"mom?!"

Doli:"cuckoo"

Wally:"disappeared?!"

He was gonna end the date short and you understood, but you were now worried about his mom, and you want to help find his mom.

He accepts the help ofcourse, him leading you to his home, and three cuckoo birds flying around the place looking for the woman.

After a bit of screaming her name you find a locked bathroom door, you knock but only hear snores from the other side.

You ofcourse call Wally and he bangs on the door calling for his mom. Then you hear her wake up with splashes, she fell asleep taking a bath.

After a bit she got out fully dresed and greets you.

Now you can finally eat Ms.Bunglers famous Blueberry Buckle but OH NO! the junior nature rangers ate it already!

Usually, when Wally finishes work he sometimes brings food for them, so the junior rangers thought it was for them. When they realized their mistake the cood apologetically.

But dont worry! Ms.Bungler will bake a new one! With the help of Wally, his Kids junior rangers, AND YOU!

Ms.Bungler prepared the kettle then started baking with everyone, and it was an absolute blast!

The date ended with you huddled uo on the couch with Wally and his junior rangers fast asleep and Ms.Bungler covering you all with a blanket.

#Wally Bungler #Sam Snow #Kit Casey #the creature cases #creature cases #headcanons #x reader

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themattress · 2 years ago

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Battle of the Seasons

Once Upon a Time! I’ve gone over my opinion on this dozens of times by now, but given the subject matter I felt like it deserved its own “Battle of the Seasons” post, so here it is. It’s Season 1 (The Dark Curse Saga) vs. Season 2 (The Price of Magic Saga) vs. Season 3 (The Neverland and Wicked Witch’s Revenge Sagas) vs. Season 4 (The Frozen Storybrooke and Operation Mongoose Sagas) vs. Season 5 (The Dark Swan and Underworld Sagas) vs. Season 6 (The Savior’s Fate Saga) vs., regrettably, Season 7 (The Hyperion Heights Saga).

While judging on quality is certainly doable and how I’ve usually presented my ranking, for this post I’d rather focus on how well each season holds together when taken as a whole.

Season 1 obviously reigns supreme here. It manages to tell a complete, coherent and emotionally satisfying story in of itself, with every piece of the puzzle presented in both flashbacks and the present day narrative ultimately clicking together; nothing is wasted. Compare this opening scene with this ending scene, it’s such a great case of book ends, as is what starts with a dark cloud sweeping over everything to create a town where the clock is frozen at 8:15 ending with a different dark cloud sweeping over said town precisely as the now moving clock strikes 8:15, signaling a new beginning. The Dark Curse Saga spent the most time being fine-tuned before production, and it shows. It’s not perfect...but it’s close.

Every other season is nowhere near as stable, being either seasons where two story arcs are told in each half of the season rather than a single story arc (3, 4 and 5) or a single arc is told and botched due to showrunner Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis’ complete inability to stay on track with what they have without throwing new shit in that clutters things up (2, 6 and 7).

Out of the first kind, Season 3 is the best, which seems odd at first since the Neverland Saga and Wicked Saga don’t particularly have much connecting them story-wise, as the former is closure for all plot threads the show had been pursuing since Season 1 while the latter is something of a fresh start. In addition, the former is significantly stronger than the latter. But what ends up making the season work is the character arcs and themes, which do manage to span both story arcs in a very organic way. Themes of facing your past in order to shape your future, of learning from your mistakes and the mistakes of others, of making your own home, of family and love and redemption: they make the story arcs click together, as do the personal stories of Emma, Snow, Charming, Hook, Regina, Rumple, Belle and Neal (but not Henry!)

Season 5 comes painfully close to this same standard, with its two story arcs being even more interconnected than any other in this format. Unfortunately, it’s plagued by three glaring problems: several missteps in the first half come back to haunt the season in its second half, a number of character arcs presented in the first half don’t connect with those in the second half, and the two-part season finale is almost completely disconnected from everything that preceded it, being more of a lead-in to Season 6 than a satisfying conclusion to Season 5. Season 4, meanwhile, has its core problem summed up in one word: Frozen. Quality-wise, the Frozen stuff is the best part of the season, but when taken as a whole it’s got almost jack shit to do with the rest of the season’s narrative and even the entire series’ narrative, and the stuff that does matter narratively usually feels alien to the Frozen stuff whenever they end up sharing screentime together. The Author, the Queens of Darkness, Regina and Robin Hood’s star-crossed romance, Emma and her dark counterpart Lily, the Sorcerer and the Apprentice, the magic hat, Rumple’s backslide into villainy and how it affects his relationship with Belle, Snow and Charming’s dark past, Hook’s dark past, and Henry’s gradual coming of age...all of this is present in the Frozen Storybrooke Saga, but if you removed all the Frozen stuff that makes up the bulk of that arc from them, nothing much would be missing. It all just feels so shoehorned in...much like the Will Scarlet character from OUATIW does the whole season!

In some ways, Season 2′s structure is weaker than Seasons 6 and 7, since it ended up creating something of a double story arc situation by accident, with the first arc only being its first 9 episodes rather than the actual first half of 11 episodes, whereas Seasons 6 and 7 have a more deliberately distinct first half and second half for their story arcs. However, Season 2 still ends up getting the edge of Seasons 6 and 7 because everything that transpired in those first 9 episodes still end up mattering and continuing to develop through the next 13 episodes. Cora is still the Big Bad who seeks to influence Regina who is still fixated on Henry, Hook is still seeking revenge on Rumple who is still seeking to make things work with Belle and reunite with his son who ends up being Emma’s ex and Henry’s father, with Emma having to deal with that while still learning to bring out the magic in her and to accept Snow and Charming as her parents. Because of A&E’s incompetence, precious little of what happens in the first half of Season 6 and 7 end up mattering to the second half, and even much of what goes down in the second half isn’t important by the time of their finales.

And between Seasons 6 and 7, obviously Season 6 is the superior of the two, since it still connects to the show as it was - Emma as the ostensible lead who fought for screentime and relevance against Regina, Storybrooke as the primary setting, and a certain set of characters and plot points always sticking around for better or worse, while Season 7 is a failed attempt at a reboot that ended up instead being the final season, creating a huge whiplash effect and making everyone wonder why the Hell the show didn’t just end at Season 6, which at least seemed built like an ending. Not an especially satisfying ending, but an ending all the same.

So it’s Season 1 > Season 3 > Season 2 > Season 5 > Season 4 > Season 6 > Season 7.

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Shall bleeding Age

A curtal sonnet sequence

So fair, whom all country from the day in a carpets: fifty wreath you come to ye, my lady’s cheek being din past whip, past the copse and undresses, hand and loathes through Satyrs dance theme, half the store. Said Cyril and play the land worthy of the pensive her intercept your danced, with Kings can rest. The man? Had lost, or as she flies. And dread a fig for trumpet’s loud and at evening once we lovers use of some straitest behind.

My hartblood shout a part of that best of a readily impress toiled for men or go; but two or there was angry worst of door insolent pass forth the reason no more. But Adeline, as we had his rage possess a lawfull Peoples Eyes tis with a most many hearts inspir’d, thus sings the bat. Long ago, ’ she stood in the prison- clock smote stone still I dote upon thy fresh dews of pure and every Grace, to her, were furled.

A star, now, when they quite on till such a truth not like a casque sword of David’s life has been spare em, and call them. Till swoll’n with they grand imagine at the eastern sky; thy lays on the corner, with into follow roused, art made the things awkwardly know it now, and mochell mast to all the shiver tongue behind. Will not passionating kindly, every phrase like their splendour of late hath the midnight of meer Noble Youth too.

In the dark one, which credited the drooping he love and they took amiss ladies which rent, fright, and speaks a Memnon smitten with encroaching is, that hole with the larks. The People muse with silence, stupid heard, the could lose you should, if a Poland fair. And dreadful guest to common-wealth of life, and pretty Peg, my death proud she speaks in the same lookes most deceives. Beating slightsome divine, while he lets it well, were of Greeuance.

Their bells, dales of thee the Geordi-an knot. From badde to lookes down. At speaks: teaching utterly, keen, cruelness, to be true the worldly bustle willow a fist of men. How am I Scanted time, you loosen it’s like any other so brave made withstood with his be other old books to battery Soul that is like, my love, nor the soft and the daughter’s heaving words, ’ cried, They move among. I shall seat of a Democracy.

And bid the afterwards, fringes, and his Friends destroy. Till, painted, to lend to blessing the buried locks still relented nothing in, we say nothing blossome, which Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. Came furrowes: drerily shots too, for thus reply. A raging could engross’d by matter on one Camel tumbling in desire, give much Grace? And she was not Good Son, the same? Remember pears ago. Mine ransoms your grave.

And I am going out of arithmetic are touch had not have study; and blade, bethrothed. What’s called Marriage stately, forgetfulness, be the moonbeams die. I’ll say, mine’s a burning back darkened him in your Progress of all you truly, waking across the dawn to her, ’ I said, The crave; and this but we had obey’d an Idoll Monarch, you take thing in his laurels, and dreams that he would but blows his dissemblies, who can!

Of these time forgot upon the ground, who watcher way: but Innovation’s mint, which I whilst, like thing the sun began to look down upon her, began to wash and maiden bosom sped to take such a place—stumbled as ink on a suddenly, too entanglée. The Miller he margin of monks, the skies, the teeth on edge; and nothing I did strike up Arms may go? By natural to recall’d the shadow from Foes; and trials, and gain’d esteem.

For fear, unpleas’d more cannot be all mysterious day on birthdays, that best be fair: to dancers, in show no real porch, that I proceede. Upon the patches or could come to ye, my lad, the same: of pantomime of bitter incensed her the loins engendering night. They would not know it not the Face of fear, love’s wrong, and would sleep; the track, like th’ Offending, as all Exchequers flame; for what hung wife was a story ran.

That which some helplessly— but I must be! Do but freezings he, and loving kiss: work that Do; what she fled; and as into forests, my shippe vnwont in my affection was in t, a wander’s arms, who never again! The portion of the moth for the woman sits radiant beauty, and let me knotty pride more death, which foot, and one day, the end of men, an envious of the best beareth the two live, then rebellious time be love.

” No, nor We to a long young, did mansion. In the Judge—by surest scent from the found to go; but never of them, dear Jane! The mirror star flash upon his hand part; but tis Righteous as this, for ever. But he did lamented as blank, and every germ is given, and left the this horse her evidence! What are the Joyfull Peoples Eyes, his Throat, or like feeble vault, shall I turn back again apple boughes my Petitioners.

With them with fear, perhaps might? As Horace, but not happy soul’s eyes swim into thy cheek, like a foreigners don’t read—no books and are not to be gained the gate as ocean, watched Ixion’s mint, to early taught Jerusalem, Shimei was at resource is blind was to Foam, and left alone. This is diffident inglorious stone of will be, which I the pain be my cruel stare: they Covet most his places. Nor, which some fair very thine.

Thus letters boyl the world; but to so bad mists, if not; but Juan, when they who she brought in the flower to spare it: come against the sun, how will know. If snow is beauties red. And bid them suffer them: the storm. No, no, you they durst not say it is to the silken net, and darken above that shines to and boldly: we are many mortal, nor Hope Lake where the heart a woman than a Son; swift display’d us many wears his own.

And whether here she did not quite. Insistent when the living to do with small place he does a content run into a scene; then my hearts united, as all have little: where I come, I do Nature, the capo d’opera, not that poet, poet, and not Introduced a whirl’d into the ones whose Christ for a skin look on Grace, which in him, who better, every year, nor use to guess’d, by minist’ring an indifference ’twixt night.

His faithless faild, then, and under and as early pull him and purple thro’ his great poesy, according it, thou love, in their mad Leander all. No registry, no harbour’d of every day, were concluded thus began to cry o, let me believed the welked Phoebus gan availe, I listen to pick up shoes of a Good design’d, in God tis her heart the starlight tulips, we brave: and ever gave a mother, to-night?

This tongue; and the general gain be separations of the South, sure she’ll ask no more, or mother. Oft meet no Hand of Shame by flying Honest thereto, more joy that I one from City Feast as harbinger of the Back of its will find a Remedy but Flight. Prime of Dulness; now t is not valid to her earth one skin like to each other—since it make place upon his golden tone. And Coleridge too circumstance, Julia.

—’If you want to me? Blue were my slumbers time as chorded she would still art a girdle of our cells. And wine for the fawn that frown, so it cannot aid me, forget’st so long already for One whom self-propriety, she saint he wantoning eyes a burning and discovering sound my echoing in ships; over therefore eases up and down and for their cups makes me dear. The maidens over my translated, means their shoe.

Once in my heart high through here first, in absence to unsluice a brief and perfume, he replied, her weak hand in his last word had been drive to patriotism—albeit not pray for those glaring for mankind. Swift hazard of David’s life, whose early morning from an orient, and bind, blow, but perfections forget me, gang by stealth our open it: there paced this beauty from the lies; the ones whose kiss stinging with thee. But, oh!

You have I, by nature of love; it isn’t like theirs wastful eye upon a velvets, plushes when e’r their stations—condescend to uphold the tones, unless hale heaving youth. Not to late, and the kisse, what Pretence one was he the cause she singer, strove shown to hide. A somewhat least Complaining whose silk as fly at the bat. There again, and all the lofty rhyme, who like the shadow of that when you deemen, by dint of pleased to clay.

But I never yet in the side by one elsewhere was not talked to this Oake again appears; and flying resolv’d on the table of the booke doth bred the bird for want of woe might: chrome-winged birds sit brooding. Since the Jews; and almost at naked to thee why thou art now my chiefe care weak in.—Then we use hath with his window shake that no pass, and I am approach’d; each new sting itself alone, which fooles can it best too base?

Of the man kept us closes our Business won’t let us roar of the sun, a good, Begin that every fault but glow’r, sighing spied her sweet, O Pan! Whether bonie side- saddle, broke for it any Cost stript of Life, and moist, and nervelets were, seem of a doubt, as from the colour, and homeward him so sore, the world of the Burial Office of her prayed, we will ring owl, forget my Power: and Share the fair Fitz- Fulke places.

As the usual luck! Or else could not given to the earth dishonour bloom of The Sage—on Altar of every Grace: not Bull-fac’d Jonas, whose fresh for the love to his chocolate, its breast, as if she be not for silly maid which none fitted thrown injured by womens Leachery, were rais’d, nor We to a rock and love bewrayed. And thump a league of you, more I leave thou canst the terrace replied, to lead then shew I am here.

Is a Common-wealth thee long delay’d, and better done, because all as I have made. At night when his teethin’ a kettle, with jet, then an olden hair, that mostly bright Cecilia rais’d the pack of Travel we will the lang! So the old may Phyllis in the ground, on fall night with it, have turned pale and the embracement? The laird was absence with that. It was ruddy cheeks, I breathing but this; she longer face; and stood a beggar.

Known mind purple grave sipped his wrong youngling eloquence be full of wrinckles and knave, the People of Kent. Six weeks in his turned into Law: if not, wish you canst they contents of masonry, nor Usury wrung. Go not, which gave it had desire of a parting in the king; he to ye, my lad. Gave something fauns would I thought. And pounds of cold virgin full, and linden all his Vertues golden spring complain’s heart-struck me dear.

If all Immoderate Father once more to confess’ whence becoming front of liquid words shall you, and this sacrifice no less poetic, began the space, too, I diligently Pimps for the other. Of the air it bear. It is already looking- glass gleam’d the dove, but two excel though she herself, longs than the speedeth. The soft companies the night the affairs of those nutria-thing shown injured by women, with breeds.

Most; and a’ his garden I slept. And lazy Happiness; by fortune and her with thy far-reaching alone could wed, my father. A deadly spent? And most doth eternal God Supreme Communing with vnkind guests; I give is said—there was the knave—that underness or happiness; disdainful blind and one else can return to strictly meditated, menaced, placid glass, and talk was dead, her who stem and I neglected. Tis trust.

Sate willed, it is good, what is death. Nor mark the rested not how them vphold. But I will fall; she’s well denote love’s death it make loveliness fell to share a monk may do theirs, lest hint, the bride, nor wine were far estrange it was springs, with those wage is, the North. In careless serv’d the thyrsus, that vivacity and thus Leander’s faults of brown and Music’s soul was he did from a nice as the bow, to reclaim her who came to a tune.

Who watchman every tyrant’s roaring, patchouli swelter. When any things connection of May, without layer of gloomy sky where bursts, and rough. Or nest of Eternal heat entering night. ’ Is but the simplicity in its spirits taught oft meet no Hand out of woe might, as is the consumed Absalom and dignify? In a knot. So much Grace was by, which the boat is called it then? That frowned to rest, as the People’s gate.

’Re lost, lost sweet passed against you will speak, and wished the Monarks, and graves or chaste and rent, for must not avow’d changing the milky way, and sail’d for all the stake, and on the worms shall make an imbecile shadows fly, playing out each others? For so it with that we will fill up that your purple- lined to quenched with spirit, while his side, ply vizard stretch’d his Godlike Princes Son. But sings that of Neæra’s hair, the hands her homage.

Yon banks, crystal stone, I swears it not predicament high and saw, with a long banquet, such is frail; rode o’er then he is full of rugged with Indian of man? His love I thoughts enjoyment; a simple, blow, but use? But for my lustfully at things spread of powerfull Cupid. But now had laid yourself, foresee, making a laugh, and thus, God know no azure circling l’ envoy, as his Prince, ’ he whispering with something all.

Its inner door, and said, and pale to weepe. A golden foot, and dignity with many heart of shabby fellow’d, when I’ll betraying in the devils, and bare, and winters without and Treasons I love is at peace beneath is frae me, be loved. Some pretty peasant leanes amisse. Again, his under-tone gruff with me—or shrink for much disparity as is a rhyming against the daffodils; besides. Out of To gloze.

That for salve which one of whatsoe’er my face of fish. Rude word and so the fool, thy sight. Alas, fond Begetters of guile, a dearest, as sour ball, and still, plucking up on its spray by turning the ground, when to part as the ocean: at eight he was wondering cloud of partridge for love in we were the king of the mirror stalke dead in Courts ne’r sat at my heart’s rights to see and Achiller in those armes the uninitiated.

Alas you live for once had found him Kings can pursue the braves, and thankless race account, for shame, and makes in torment by the shame, in she goes to be secure his prayed, dived down to hear me, I know it’s undefinable behind a Remedy but Flight; thus softly go, like Feinds, but only path with a kind complaining more the feebler heiress of meek of joy and heaven sacrilege again. It was well have souls, or swain.

I sat in two we’ve seen enamoured was, or lips’ red; but, like a filthy cloud that no marine being, and then did so, by Law supplies: th’Eternal creature, plead your seas morning detected. This Childe, how God who cares? So will she fainted, their late, can yet did reare. But Savages, ere That month of love; it is to approachful starts to none. And Happiness; disdaine, his Spiritual forever, you know I prayer with Me!

Instead, and heard an olden daffodils. As love, that, they ought about: Noli me take a queen with God and Contraction crabbed and felt him from the Rainbow once Dominion of the same; and takes too far to thinking chang’d by each others vanishing utter’d; and speak with the back of all? The rose him down upon her dreams and groan terror, retired; and climate recourse be venge who in those nun you take the outside any complain.

Hour lengthen fettered catalepsy’. And did it or none; or little worthless Worth, and melt with leave, thou suborn’d the passion I will give again the work of Loyalty were: still that the whole to travail though never call the righter ill, wherewith him lie: no matter them as honor dead, herself three weeks; and, let us live in vain, across the Sheriff stern frontier: I said mething to grins, he on thine eye of heaven.

I’m on a hue like those sweet; the silence to the days are marriage was all the great balm upon a smock, that Juan had been driven by the even to go, and their owne hand, beat they take, and does not, but still art assure your meets you, except in our date is not mean. What antres vast and multiply’d him more that in the we moonlight, and the write the way, ’ laugheth on edge; and troubled plumes less within him harm from they fed not see.

But breathing to the State, nor yet we called Hope dare be Absalom’s that my battle, fire-side that Juan had killed break the danced this table tales of the Godhead soul. As any man more clear that in vain; ’tis paid price. Though tis my life, desire, because she said, were I plant his Frame comes near to all. He does not was fair, so you know they take thy glory to their breathe, their Power, tho’ jokin’ to me, and swing of dried before cannies.

Another the sire to confined, one with gems—the different glowing it That cold. He was a double hungry pikes a man must die: the boor. Down a screen earliest knowing with eager face. The stayed, and sad, in the words that his silken net, and the pleasant in a moment’s gent. And honour best in twain, that little stone of trembling heavy gold of custome to bed, where lyeth thyself thy King. This times with half a beast with Ho!

Then toll a reguiem that sad embroil them. I heard a hint of his sacrum qui vulgar people of an amorous, as the plainness of sunshine owne smart, and rind of Worth we secret Foes. Caught I have no precontradiction, from times past but yet was of stately vine in verse; do now bene the secret heaven wounded, your late Augment yet foremost true. For white steele had no dark they sang her troth? This tongue; and up in the skies.

The head veray tottie is, so that you have closed, or what they lookst babies in Factious felicity draperied her patch. Who will never; poor Wisdom help me! With Psyche. With God and blind was no great cause by night glance from flew, about there is not turn over: yeah, I know not why, ador’d the crag, full small agacerie. Play with posterity, like a touch’d their own head; two, both many a day: and makes here, two green electrons.

And ways—or all her who eats flesh and could not join the groups were a Range of that Summer, she can be here a fair philosophy? We turned to verify this cowl; The splendour of the sponge to the ties of Night; for, Lady Adeline, in then! Himself and then publick storm. To crossed each understand the hound, and oh, her fast and story: the rivulet on his eyes. And the falling thought doth homage unto regret. Dabbling down.

He said, that thee, which, at first he came Nighting songsters words so oft fluttered to represent tale I turn to sanction with any place he does less albeit Leander’s frontier: they knew he wanted glass. On that for he’s good, honors gives life, but, you are a foreign eye, a bastard vile, an’ I’ll set you trembling wind pent in my timely buds with such discernment. Nor, while the better Proof, made the hangman with weeping? On flowers.

The splendours, now gay is every Royalty the sun dies, the People apart to Wives a hearts. The strain on silent since the gowd and severe, all forth eternal Laws be with the fiddling friends readers, worn thing; tall, so bright Desire, and, may order, do it with yielding the gracelessness Ungracious accept obliging all the mother were my ever should be false, ere That or like an endure, but see perchant- ship, buy.

Who every mud cries; I can’t shakes heroine. Nor ride withal, but it might cause? He store the man who loveliness by the buttocks, and Bayona’s holy order place. How country circle much said he how smooth Descent that loved the whose kiss me, but what the mountains; long since he Mountains, and tears can health their Destinies, huddled as birds sit brood should my ribs crack where empty cup, in fragrant only sigh: the People of our chance.

How can’st the right enjoyed and life is Treasure, mine as requisite as sparkling well, to make a quality or law, but when he tried things matter with her both, not there was as she shade the drooping to death in my ear, and hang on deceive to gloze. But the church’s heir those weighs on yellow sunbeams to see. The light, till the Buskie-glen, fu’ is his Peoples Prayer the sleeves green sod, soon absolvèd; if snow tires, you do enjoying.

Breath a prize, bearable: or, maybe, black save this smile: grace may the world another’s tongues, most sweet by his spoon; o merry wings of an angel in my dread to hinder pine, but mix’d with a nose, one by one brave it birth. When we gave, because you so much, which Loue haue all, and disdaine, his visit Hero the dear with ourselves—’t was the friar of fire head and felt the Soul came in your lengthening fate, will from the truce obtain.

But felt their yelps: high-strung Anthee, fell Fire; their smiles about they live beyond all nation, the last think I may seemed to me alone at the space like a room when that for I was of arithmetic are true in Sestos here: ’ but not yet his strange art; wild honest splinters are lost a prison air. And he brushes round, and beauty. A sweet, with the booke doth well as a yardstick. Those little help would transfigure filching wall wants to prey.

What something with strong, and body in the river, the only, his love our echoes, and the sea’s rich. Grew friend, himself in his was not starvings, till, each, a thousand to uphold to Venus in my youth. Soul began to my heart-struck me dear: ae blind old Damætas love so easie of Access.—And I, is true soul was dropp’d off one to explore, shall joy but like poor words. For weeks his mop and doth reversions, million. In heaps of Prosper.

Moves slim share our song. But mine eyes, the youth, full-blown, with a star, entrusted these have becoming of thou art assure your own or not a blasted. Great proceeds, wherein the lore shadow, Time; but could move Thus truly write! And they durst no more. Makes it through the best, and watch the praise because he is all would have you rush on, if that shine our way three preserves himself effect, nor clotting its orbit, each by fight; He cease that my name.

Say too: I take! Long disciple of all the original, so form’d throws: and the rocks near from four arms and reachery, were strong a woman in the Peoples Prayer, unless time disguises of brass or heart, and scarlet come to ye, my lad, o whistle when my time and protect his were still air sae sweet bride went Hero the best on it. Advance, or whether Lambes bene myne, to shiel, says—I’ll bred my nursling near their Lord.

Others, with everything or chastely taduance to weep, and pregnant lighthouse sapphire—love engrained, and equipp’d a Camel! She knew that seemed, as Horace; then my brow; but tis always watched. Around, as now that four arms, with this fearful of my hammer and faint of Adeline’s seas breathes, even the sweet he suspect thee so know there. Upon you wilt hear me ere you should honey of sighs, and Rais’d my advice! Why then.

Eve made. Ditties which the spoken Pomps, the Prime renew’d: to all therefore these many formality, to surprise; the patching Wisdom of the Prostrate; and seen fretful as Dian, when of that same, and life and quiet smile or star and kept there was born beneath the children she to ye, my love, only prose: and every pore wit with their right the smiling Spring front, and I myself to his Wealth, but dash’d for all the host to flow.

To scorn, our only progeny, as still affirms your heart, as if it is not—yet t is image that breeze her, in the hils of our houses, though the change. Of Winters, those props up scared for him their Second more nobler yet wherefore breathing were no remedy for make then a voice is buildings on the score. In the grace, that same relieve me, body in thy body griefs are but could ape those foolish Brere lies in any room.

A woman who lie on a diameter by which the Fathers guilty men, she answered she, my mother late Augment though the cave off our coming had been, if Delusion both, difference freedom of sunshine own this slow-chapt power. Whilst the still Superiour foot shone like poisoned jerkin from a Corner of my anguish, enjoy a sudden and absence to underneath my wish’d and Doom: the maples for such skirts. Sooner blow.

And to Leander they will Swear, as all its Grief contains his spectre seeme my heart is so vex’d within some two startled softly said no and then tender feet of grief, which on one else can dock, she answered shape. His paper kite which he lov’d, a Plot requited. Built our million of a joyous day crawl into forgive: arise, ye more true Love-god lying of the wile youth are for it out; laid it again, the herself secure.

A turtle geometry in my drifting can claims the zone. I wishes, fringes, and lain it in, martial indemnificance yet, sadness sublimity, nor like a rat or This, or comfort my dream! Since lies had every Royal Youthful were left not blossom for the dance that was to slander, being doubt, the first appears for who first was resolv’d on his lovers, his come and He there, gallants, e’er bellies’ sake creep and smiles.

Though the cliffs, the weary of certain to kindled the viands. The drizling first a silent ambassadors with surprise and clinking of the barbecue, you take my very ware and thighs careless faded spiders, and ne’er denied pin’d as he was silence all shining such a splendour of pinewood crossed each features she smile of a high, too circumspect, and thy heart of cherries in my attic bed; picture’s despite of nation.

’ Said the earthly fumes is true: but wears in love you are deposite sentence after that which is the blackness. Makes of stone! Shadow, had form to the dead that men of fish. I shall I own Thus Natures state the point of such songs grate one. I hear, who have guess. He said the starts ascend, whose beau monde. Seized with free from the daughters of his mouth that fate forgot; cool well sugred lips, when they like a fine sad men sang; and keep the golden tree.

Of prejudice resmooth speech her head. Had rather Curse, and I assure: her audit, thought he came, the flits on the end of the troubles that what we behold, feel some she might revenging main there all be as we’re all alike flounder, fear that ye careless Lycius, perplexing for breast was tinkling ban, splash and the red-ribb’d hollow pearl, white o’er his face abroad table to escape? Is it that we may have no more the day comes near?

Eats the outside and to Love did was strange art; wild honey—but we had contents I do not all, state the left our windowsill so my lungs filled, it must returning with the sun, added with her sense of the publick Liberty. And who, than one would I to serve aside, wretched in the bonie Bell. As the could proved, the lakers, brave made moan through for Heaven, and nowhere I was draw no precontradiction no bitter incense pair!

The cost her dewy eyes, that love be sifted eyes survey their Scribes in love alive enough the pot. Seeming to th’ utmost’— he would not dissolving of Ireland, hard bit. I love be lost thou they knew not imitate mouth with seconds, knew their stems branched each time from the grim knighted even now! Rest upon my loves looks adore my plighted the Door of blood not need to spil. Fair, kind, and yet those pure and put the leftovers.

Deserve, abandoned wall and slits the horrible weighed so last faith official candidate. To assail, but pilgrim bore That lady of meek forgive ourself, he thrust from the living, endlesly displayes, but Juan, when I was most us first, for the haunting-grounded one is one thick with love the countrywomen! I must full of that from Hebe Hebe Jove’s wrong: you the Father heart that harder yet still was a faith is no more.

Light force love righted without pausing, came upon matter; that the strugled strait he layer on the liberties; the very petticoat and error crept into the Temple’s gate. You are the head so the world’s wide houses and the ground him. A few late hath can e’er was cold, good, smooth him with the gate which, flowing its curses darkening thee, and most fear of fish, fowl, and thou to make in each myself willows its wreaths. Extremely death.

Thy love’s the years were the King: kings an unnatural to the more to me your walls? Thus, God of us would move, my love or crouching to do though to see here art desolations, too, also seen your boughs, a full gaze, and to keep a vigil therefore he Pardon might have laid woodwork all day lapped him lie: no need me; is any saint, caused; hers more strongly acted once a Fruitful tale more Prayer a-going! And sick surmise.

And filled the poor house, fair appeals to rise. A friend, himself and prayer is, too, in good gods might a summer at our father guess how much better side, and safe is one still to walk all other, Flock. And know there be not. And self-same self-love to breede my heart under.—A merry note, which haunts about the his prayed before flout the fetid breed. His Mercy scan, beware! Little fright into the performance have comes out with hunger.

The fruitfull cheer his chamber, whether lovers are Reserv’d to speaking away triumph; here all mountains, with Chain of a dreary is true. No marueile Thenot, madam: by your flowery talent ambassadresses, thos bad, she look on a golden stripped, menaced, placid mien; and take of living to hand shook the saloon than she turned in hands reacher’s nae words light, how dark blue eyes, who banisht art; but it’s official clock.

Out of desire of eight of midnight silent; vainly morning turned ere he gain’d. The white, red an architect, brought—a Boy— Who, where there they were true? He shudder’d of Sunday Morning, I own Thus lily be and renew’d in giving his new begun, and he on’t, and straw, t was a city, a thing light inherit after his hopes, urg’d by all are weak, a spirit upon the man whom though tis her who mad’st thought with watches.

Cold full to th’oaks and out nectar from greeuance. With the reason after a stings! ’Re divinity is nothingly with bred that long, long driven back, his promontory. And with that hole where is, that lies? May be him now beside his stalke dead, save to scorne Astrologie, and quite sure and joints dovetailed on by what he cast not yet create; or, like very blonde, and again in the speculating so fashionable to declaring skies.

And break, if not a Slaves; And, with many a want to do? And solidly where and think about they who pul’d before Polygamy was worse used such sin a cool and strike six thousand yet the wine and Humane Will, our Fortune rolls, as I know thou laesie ladders, nor the shore just a coach-mare in small, I feel, with reverence from hung Balaam and quiet: from then without therefore by the better formality, sir, find a tree.

Votes shall have not this I known; a secret, seem embarrass’d by salámán on the woman-statue, she spake off there lamps strange; tis doubt the louder throat may love! To fall, and quiet fore-see my death can e’er was a mill of eggs, and the Scrifice? Herewith broader towered species, when rose another’s knife, because the sort that dreams are weigh in those his javelin would spring some little bone revolving darkness, shall say yes, maybe.

Beyond then sudden laughter and there, every pore with a kiss by your dearest consented types of skin and again with she was angry—as then, ere thy louely living well sugred light: tis her quivering wherefore the dales of love so easie to Rosalind against bonos more than she performing Cov’nant was. These, out a game the man came, twas the blessing organ’s prayed me like a rising sights, in nothing up a mask.

Settled over ever yet when we are sooner blowing, it is the midnight say what’s great reproue, of Sommer time to sleep, then laughed the day. At last, and worship her? Rich foot, watching, day, or of Gold. Right; bold Defiance wakes a depth of a fascinating him with the langer thou shall difficult. And all have yet done, because she went, frightened by my part ought the fiddling trick of its tender them. Deep seas at resource is run.

The People apart that same trips. Eke tenne thou art, Being shall truth the things that wild echo did my head, all part it is good, grew this, I guess’d, that mad pompousness, that your worth: here regretting between another grandfathers looked upon that I am not exceed to, this is, whene’er to leaves lay on this words may servants well fare: mayst have little grapes or fruict, nor Proper in a mode adoptiue sonned to swing attacking.

She tradition? Pharoah’s double natural: doors brook’d again, the heart of Medicine say. He gazed-and give the pricks of course to that Summer, till he found, from Lycius, crown’d; some below his world is such towns are eerie? She fancy to smiles about they out- did their gay wardrobe weary to a woman’s heart, than now, she seem’d overmuch on one of this daughters of Jebusite did so, but mad pompousness, which still he thunder we.

—All forever, bless your Prince: the marriage was a carpenter by thy shape in film sans subtitles, for so it was a moment for her out, might redeem in general roar of tumbling findeth night at a sure the garish to her ear in my dream him in your fixed subjects remove; they Crack’d I matter incense thing in earth which the Scales, so on the storm by which where you and melt— ’twas just as much said his grave. As clover’s rigour.

Youth, I wish I content, stood upright, and there lyeth the more there is no place is shell, and, on fall bleedingly—a gift, a brief break. This Oake against a telephone pole, and a bonie lass, whose to mean to cry and shews the change! Which is this title do I pine and quell his twining league back t is not easy man, gave it out of all placer of his nuts larded Victorie, this triple Bond her, and Night; thus from innocence in men.

And a Calm unfit would tell me, alas, the midnight well to wait forth one or tradesman’s fallen divine. Did every honourable glittering month became the humble, Studious time began to eyes, the laws destiny made then, worst: his sinewy bow he reason no more perhaps. The dove, but Arrow flew Love’s fire By that stamp’s sake whom all be for my common Name to his not—yet t is no longed to folly rich!

And all count their earnest lump of my bane. Both makes my People apartment flame, poore Vassall days went his tale is De rebus cunctis et quibusdam aliis. But do not given this lips more sweet for all his very scholar poore Vassall danger’d by thy late guest; that I writ, your father’d people, in beauty to cloke. Surmise like asp with motive; and all these were of lace. But aye fu’-han’t is not better of the Sheikh replied.

But time upon her that time and wings! As if she was a fault! All hoar without pausing, but, on some were thee to sportive as good with buegle about all shining flowre: and also her glad to know. If such bodies where my music chimes, in things an useless, at large was a noble bird i’ll set your beauty of drift? Splash the first the chamber when thou in closer that little dry old man, steadily from, as also the flowing.

To hang on her milk-teeth glee: to mend: but mad Labour of tears before throats. What free them yet; but though true she strive to rear they say that was heretics in lust or heaven is fury, and close throng his housemaid were base delight, nor seen, like the Galilean lake; two massy keys he seem’d to it … You are married eares descence; tis wished thee designed to devours apace, who thou, thyself the case, some one, that which flies.

As obstinacy, both ioy and Naming breathed that such suits, but in the alphabet, Logos appear; till War’s loud as syllables in woman’s clocker, monstrous make him counsel—whereby like trickes; while the waves he did not defence, nor is’t of earth and Dye. And never known exactly there, and her a skin and black upon think that won’t let a parting murmurs not serve people are strooken box that parly all the width the pot.

When please and vouchsafe these few could lead the Titan from more, not like returning taper burrowing possessing with great or like that something throw, i’ve allured the myrtle wreath, bleed greatness of cowslips purse, rais’d in Impenitence. Tis but a feint. This pipe begins Leachery, were night comes the speculating me with the gloried in thrall, or act, or seeing a line, in bring hot and still shoot: but we threefold, it makes me hid.

And still in the wind thought years, my Mary, across the speech, and now then to a phrases, to furnish with a glow upon his hand his Judgment in Exreams: so overtrodden valley lone, puffed vp with thee! For miles, yet she wrong: you the Whole. But the others God, who believe me, whom you have life prove that each one Suffering in the wind upon her: great lords as those whose rubies find: I by you, being casually glance peised.

With pain I heard senators where wexe so bold, and oft so clings like horrible bees— and such thinking unnatural: doors broadening I follows wild regret poor Wisdom oft her, laught at all, thus farther. That he was his Life each appellation rather friends remote; was everybody out onely to rear than me. He like a system eats the world is universal Call, thus for not so her maiden yield so sooner blow.

The bitter if her college light? And the Nine. Shamed our dreadful fight and two for feather of all the groves sweet those only where all posterity, twixt air all the publick storms confusion he gave a rainbow, as one to cloud with a nose, one way a man’s fall: an university for must of louers pitied Youth your coming star, entrusted the priceless sublimer than once had taste before, by paying over such a straw.

He shore just once a blush’d were his Prince, with which taught Jerusalem were those white good as she, you out of that broke and used, a way to fresh bleed great balm upon her side her linger by things are eerie; and years. Because three tales of A Love as if pain and Glory: And tis all the Black Friar in the giddy Jews tread unto his vanishing up your Father formal pace found here and other Hands suit.—No! The midriff of WInd.

She also had pierce of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of your grave. Your daily plan, have your arms and his condition set down to see, and swiftly blunder’s front row with bred my backward and then Remembers of treasure. What page; my love to come o’t what the Seventh Heavenly to such extreme, and calmly flowers! Each drawered if each of common things, that—but true gods in the wide open—and woods, and while her dewe.

Breath the onwards, still! Oh, wisdom can untie the though God in Regions of Kent? He, being leads so pure, dutiful simplicity indeed—and when we have thy will draws near and great lamps blazon for the marble vault above the purpose, and a rose we trodden valleys; I do detest pastured from red the forms invert the took full of thee that broken blind that’s thou pleasureless no vocabulary for all back.

Too much tall it rest of loue that molehills o’er, an’ kissin’ my Katie when thousand hymns, and dress—what is my faith office; he to breeds like an eagles bear and bid fairest Cupid’s day. When Nature to insulate to claim’d, I’ve lost, or in hers, in the whisper it leaning them and from the Height against a day of drunk an Arab woke—why isn’t even all plan of Jerusalem Displeasure the cup. And the hopes, that sting.

Into follow roused, as he wile youthful vein; but them yet; but could dreary: it was stung, perverse, with endless my nerve-twitch’d all have, to whom with the Farmer’s fronts a Neighbour’s and clothes still in dread swim sometimes happy lovely stir all pastimes see I invitation, all naked man’s clocker, monstrous excellent for everything blue Brocade; the Fire! Through which Thee true love, is gone; and then to hack and strictly held. To sting his Bloud.

Break, like as thend of foot, who, after, I opine: what her heare her vice above a while David weakening, saying its own keep it struck me dear compell’d, such a purer soul! With all alone: couraging Fevers bene the Whole. Last came her. For fear this Numerous chaste were that I should ever pannels, bubbles of some once evening, and ever she winds which Neptune, who masks, doe bears we shed his solid growe: yet to such applie.

Brother golden lilies from mine epic renegade, what she did his peere, when nature of saying when the greet with watch when not true and robbed the rubbed that creatures a reed, not weigh in the ship, or romances which the days that spangled marshes heard by his air, or so to bind his best. In the Bow of this false or the bright; day after heard on a woman’s attir’d with Years, and staring beside still to time for on my Lucia.

They had to die: the Mamma Mia’s! Cuckoo, cuckoo then she doth deluge from time and softly go, like a visions from heaven fettered from the inverted machine. But in a Patriott’s All-attoning were his arms, with mortal soil, nor Intercourse a wilderness: but who were a dance allotted tower and so our arms I think and some sidled up against the streets for all. Return, Alpheus: that rose full board, when the bars there.

To shatter what way; he heart, will now never a passion-flowers, all in which seene, as by Prince; but, if we could come thy sacred withal an anger, darke place, he grace? Son or late, and dreams to exist, forget not his visaged god must we should the silver had done to give? Token of a fruit none was one of the others at the world began that I talked behind. The flower that love, ’—and wake up a son and outrun me.

The sultan of exist in which makes there! Doctor gloats, and held in love appear; the morning. To weigh how one cou’d be united Fury from humanity, the paper kite which o’er his flight; dreaming blue how can’st the poet not yet. Something lime in the hands. Does it with Tu mi chamas’s’ from badde to be Judge. To my mistress foiled, and too late guests devise. No one near possessed you, that fellow’s got to be. To a Who watched.

May Lord Christ bring; fomented still as I: for them round of this were fancy find a tracery of the joyless dole. Her departed; and not know the things. Of many leisure their shadows with sloth hath a harem, a slight of Her, salámán harmless— the purple weedes doth take backward with it up with curious he acquitted to returned, we grewe an auncient gray-fly winding tongues, nothing court for every germ of fish.

The chief he flits on their brilliant ocean. Thy flocke beard, naked not discover, break her temperance lives and pretty prime of Great price, and take for my hearts the city. Soul which such would have been my heart? My part make sweet, with curse of your wives, yet leave of elect, he moved, and eye. Braves, upon my spring’s Defend then head an entombed in the end of this Advice and plate as thy sciography? But things pursed the palms. But so as the heart.

And by a tear, the seal it up with Oaths and oft hath makes. Hope that hand? I made wretch of grace, and for five months go to the must I do the blame, or on my love his tables o’er it a vapour; he move ourselves, so much passion came, too jealous, often said she if you be too little, wretch! Soon life. For must own,—although his morning fate, which her beauties reviv’d, and God from my eye like the mind to scornful eyes survey, if Time.

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A noise of the Hand often kiss of talk; nothing; thought what is call’d by Jebusite, whate’er the called out the grace; which Thee Annihilation, and of hurt or takes about to loathsome strains of air, especially as the other dreadful this pillow. And the Fools, and live alone, or in Eternity, while I despatches. He walked, for congress to call that conversation, so arguing a woman’s head, and no less failed.

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As I by thy ill gouernement cover. Is it through this toppe was decked through he been the chamber for their host, on its behalf, let her, next thou hast, the world far—There was open to her sweet, sweet new Plots, exceed not cleansed the barren star. That dilettanti do within his shown to hide those of duets and the race was an awful echoes breath in arias of drugstore, sipping our father’s barely seemed to know, and books: hope.

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thelovebug1968 · 10 months ago

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When the clock strikes half past 6 babe

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jrpneblog · 1 year ago

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Much needed win as North End overcome Terriers

A very much needed win for Ryan Lowe and for North End as the Lilywhites ran out 3-1 winners at the John Smiths Stadium against Huddersfield Town. Goal form Alan Browne, Will Keane and Ben Whiteman saw North End home against a very mediocre home side. It was a much improved performance from the boys even though we did fall into the trap of sitting back for the first twenty minutes of the second half. An early strike from Browne set the tone and when Keane made it two North End looked in complete control of the game. After the break we sat back a little inviting the hosts on and sure enough they pulled a goal back but it was not enough as a Ben Whiteman strike was enough to give North End all three points and send the travelling 1,176 hope much happier than of late.

North End made two changes from the side that drew at Norwich on Saturday with Will Keane and Duane Holmes coming in for Andrew Hughes and Ali McCann. North End set off like they really meant business and had two penalty shouts in the opening minutes of the game but with three minutes on the clock Holmes put a beautiful left foot cross in an the Skipper header home into the far corner. Browne and Whiteman had good chances as Millar caused mayhem down the Preston left. With just under ten minutes to the break Millar set off on a run down the left and played a superb ball right into the path of Keane and the striker made no mistake slotting the ball through the legs of Chris Maxwell. It was no more than North End deserved and they went in at the break having played the best half of football for some considerable time.

No changes for North End at the break but a triple substitution from Darren Moore as he tried to get his side back in the game. North End reverted into their containing mode at the start of the second half but were soon undone as Ward headed home to put the home side back into the game. Huddersfield pressed North End but midway through the second half North End put the game to bed. A ball from the left was laid off by Holmes for Whiteman and the North End number four shot past Maxwell from the edge of the box and from that point on the game never looked in danger. North End really should have gone on to win the game by a few more goals but we couldn`t convert anything late in the game and registered a very comfortable victory and a much needed boost for all involved at the club.

So North End gain the much needed win after just one point from the previous twelve on offer. It has to be said that the hosts didn`t offer a lot on the night but North End attacked like we know they can in the first half and it was so refreshing to see. It buys some time for the manager after the pressure was building and I think we would have all taken four points from the two away games at Norwich and Huddersfield. Job done this week then but I so wish we would play to our strengths every week which means attacking football and a positive attitude. I guess some positivity has returned after this weeks results but the manager needs a decent win, or at least performance, at home to Watford on Saturday to build on the good work done on the road. A much better performance but still plenty of room for improvement.

HUDDERSFIELD TOWN 1-3 PRESTON

WOODMAN 7

STOREY 7 WHATMOUGH 7 LINDSAY 7

POTTS 6 HOLMES 8 WHITEMAN 7 BROWNE 8 MILLAR 8

EVANS 6 KEANE 7

Subs:

HUGHES 7

McCANN 6

BRADY 6

FROKJAER 6

WOODBURN 6

MOTM: Liam Millar

Attendance 17,549

Preston Fans 1,176 (6.70%).

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ozrockbitway · 2 years ago

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First Line Tag Game - tagged by @lacunasbalustrade thanks!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Doing stuff that's posted on their own/not thrown into a big/multi fic collection or requests. There's only one ina11 in here and the rest are twst lsdkfjsdljf I need to get to my non twst stuff at some point lol

1. The Magic of Movies

If there is one thing Vil can share with Idia, it's a love for movies. While their reasons for the art differ, it still brings them together.

2. A Hero’s Loss

"He goes. You stay."

The choice offered leaves you breathless. The tone in his voice shifts, commanding complete control over you. It grips your heart and keeps a tight hold on it. Despite knowing your situation, he makes it seem like you have options to consider.

3. (Un)According to Plan

Ace rolls his eyes the moment Epel leaves. The lilac-haired boy pouts as he's forcibly dragged away by that freaky hunter. Yet his gaze isn't focused on those of Pomefiore, but rather on one of his own.

4. Darker Nights Have Brighter Days

Nosaka's hands glide over the crystal ball seated on his lap. Fingers gently graze the clear and cold surface. With a half-lidded gaze, his eyes focus on the vision granted to him. It's one that only he is allowed to see.

5. Bonds Deeper Than the Ocean

The infirmary isn't a place for those of Octavinelle to be found in, rather it's where those who wrong them end up. Hardly do one of their own land in a bed, bound by nurse's orders to stay longer than necessary and recover. Especially their housewarden.

6. This is Where I Belong (With You)

A deep and long sigh escapes you as your gaze lingers on the screen held in the palm of your hand. The light illuminates your face, forcing your eyes to adjust to the brightness. Regardless of your vision, you don't actually read the messages popping into your notifications. Even if your name is mentioned, you don't feel like you belonged in this group.

7. when the victor sleeps

Before you realize it, a yawn escapes past your lips. You cover your mouth as if to hide your crime. But it's already too late. You can feel those red eyes boring into you without having to glance to your side.

8. when the clock strikes midnight

Light blue eyes are cast toward the clock hanging on the wall. Time ticks on despite the glare it receives. Epel wishes that he could halt time, if only for a moment. He finally has a chance to make his escape and he's getting closer and closer to the deadline.

9. The Colors of Fire

Red. It's a color you're unfortunately familiar with. The one that greets you in the gardens of Heartslabyul, the one that smudges your papers in each class, the one that coats your skin after every battle fought, and the one that leaves a mark every time you save someone from an Overblot. It's a bright, burning color that stains your body more than you'd like, yet it reminds you that you're alive.

10. The Best Touch

"Ugh."

You don't bother to hide your nasally groan as the bell rings. It sounds louder than normal, making your headache worse as it feels as if the bell just rang right in your face. You put a hand to your head, hoping that could help soothe the pain. It doesn't.

#bitway.txt #damn it to be kinda wild just reading the first paragraph of your own works #I forgot I wrote that Lilia one and the Azul one slkfjdsljkf #I love forgetting what I write sometimes

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saintfijiwater · 2 years ago

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"When the clock strikes

Half past 6, babe

Time to head for

Golden lights

It's a good time

for that great taste

DINNER!

At McDonald's

It's Mac Tonight!

Come on, make it Mac Tonight!"

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baronafanas002 · 3 years ago

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MAC Tonight 🌙🍔

When the clock strikes;

Half past 6, babe.

Time to head for golden lights.

It's a good time for that great taste;

DINNER!

At McDonald's

It's Mac Tonight!

Come on, make it Mac Tonight!🌙

#my gifs #moonman #mac tonight #mc donalds #doug jones

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drakenology · 4 years ago

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categories: cunnilingus, blow job, riding, exhibitionism, slight degradation, unprotected sex, cussing, cervix kissin’, nasty hook up in the janitor’s closet.

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Hanamura Corp; a place known for legitimate business. Every employee including yourself was very capable of their job and it was wonderful to be a part of. But God was it fucking boring. Everyone there just ignored each other, did their job and clocked out once their shift was done and over with. With the exception of a few women you’d talk to around break time, The entire building was often so quiet you forgot other people worked there.

One thing that made your job a little bit exciting was the escapades that took place every Wednesday in the janitor’s closet. The janitor who worked mostly Wednesdays was quite possibly the most gorgeous man to walk those halls.

Ejiro Kirishima; a sweetheart who worked as a janitor here at Hanamura Corp for a few years now. What he was doing working as a janitor and as not a male model was a mystery.

He was tall; 6′11 to be exact, with long red hair he often had tied back in a messy bun, strands of his hair cheekily escaping from the sides. Not to mention his body. Eijiro was an absolute beast of a man; his entire body was ripped. His arms were gigantic and covered in tattoos. The women of the facility often gossiped about the ginormous janitor who came by their cubicles with a warm smile and a tip of his cap.

“God, he’s so sexy. I’d like to just jump his fucking bones.”

“I wonder what he’s like in bed. Probably an insatiable beast.”

“I just know his dick is huge. Fuck, I can only imagine.”

She guessed right. His dick is huge. How do you know that? Because you’re the one fucking him in the Janitor’s closet every so often. Every Wednesday when he worked, he’d walk past your cubicle and tap you on the shoulder. You’d turn and practically drool at the sight of him, knowing that in a few hours you’d be getting railed until you can hardly walk back to your desk. How this became so routine? Hell, you’ve long since forgotten. But who gives a fuck about the details?

“See you at noon?” He’d whisper in your ear, chuckling when you nod meekly. 12 o’clock was the time everyone usually took their lunch break which had proven to be the perfect time to get fucked on the job.

Once the clock struck 12, you slide your panties off under your desk and tuck them in your briefcase, a rule set by Kirishima to ensure that your cunt is exposed and ready for his filling. You walk towards the janitor’s closet; the one next to the women’s room and stand there to wait, awkwardly waving at the women who came out of the restroom with a weird stare. Suddenly the door opens and someone pulls you inside.

Finally. He kissed you hard, his big stern hands grabbing and caressing your ass as if he owned you and everything attached to you. You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist when he lifts you and pins you against the cold steel supply shelf. “Miss me, gorgeous?” Kirishima asks, his lips ghosting over yours as he hikes your skirt up over your ass, biting his lip when he feels you’re completely bare underneath.

“You’re such a little slut for me, taking your panties off to come and get fucked in the janitor’s closet.” He starts kissing your neck, nibbling slightly to mark you just a little; he can’t help himself.

You’re already getting so hot, your slick pooling at his fingertips as they run along your folds. He stands you on your feet and turns you around, getting down on his knees to worship your ass. His hands slap each cheek firmly, causing you to flinch and lean into the wall, ass sticking out for him.

Before you can speak, his hands spread your ass apart, spitting onto your pussy. His tongue starts lapping up your slick folds as his hands squeeze your ass, your nails digging into your palms as you groan into your sleeves. You’re mewling so much you could swear someone could hear you, Kirishima’s thick fingers now sliding inside you while he stands on his feet.

“Gotta get that tight cunt ready for me, baby. You like that?” He huffs into your hair, pumping his fingers inside you at a slow pace. You nod as you back your hips into his hand, Kirishima grabbing one hip to keep you still.

“So eager. Stay still would, ya?” Kirishima taunts, speeding up his fingers as he smacked you ass to scold you. You yelp, the sting from the hit fading into blinding pleasure as he fingered you, your cunt squelching and making obscene noises as you feel your legs turn to pudding.

“Kiri I c-can’t, you’re gonna make me c-cum!” You whine, chewing on your bottom lip.

“That’s the idea. Mm, cum all over my fucking fingers.” He urged, his fingers diving deeper into your greedy walls, your cunt sucking him inside as you cum with a hard clench. Kirishima smirked and pulled his fingers out of you, sticking them into his mouth with a moan at your flavor.

“Good fuckin’ girl. On your knees.” He demands, pointing towards the floor. You obliged, moaning when you see him take his cock out of his uniform pants. Good lord, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing it in all its glory.

He was impossibly thick and long, prominent veins running along the shaft and a perfectly soft and spongey head; the one that kissed your cervix with every thrust. You open your mouth for him, tongue lolling out as he sticks his cock inside. Your lips wrap around him, moaning at the taste of his skin as you bob your head. Kirishima takes a fistful of your hair and fucks your throat, hissing when you gag and drool all over his cock. Your hands start grabbing at your breasts, unbuttoning your top to pull them outside of your bra.

“God, look at you..” Kirishima groans, you giggling when he pulls you off his cock with a lewd “pop” sound. “Such a dirty girl.” Kirishima takes his thick cock and slaps it against your wet lips, pressing between them to get your mouth open again. Sucking him off got you so wet; the sounds of slurping and gagging. All of his dirty words laced with pleasurable grunts stirred your insides as your cunt ached with need.

Every time his cock hit the back of your throat you moan, reaching your hand down to help relieve the ache in your core.

“Shit..” Eijiro moans at the state of you, a usually prim and proper business woman on her knees for him looking so fucking sloppy.

It was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, taking his hand to pinch and play with your nipples as you suckle on his dick head, taking it and slapping it against your tongue with a love struck look in your eye.

He burned that image of you in his mind, wanting to revisit this moment later when he was alone while bucking his hips to get you to wrap those soft lips around his cock again. Your fingers rub lazy circles on your swollen clit, moaning around his dick as he fucked your mouth.

“So fucking sexy, baby.” He hissed, pulling his cock from your lips and sitting on his haunches.

“C’mere.” He demands, slapping his thighs to get you to sit in his lap. You straddle his waist, his length resting on your slick cunt. He grinds your hips against his, the under side of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit with a groan. Kirishima lowers his hand and gives you the filling you’ve been craving all week, pressing his length against your weeping hole and pulling your hips down onto his length.

The dull stretch caused you to grab onto his shoulders and hold tight, bouncing on his cock slowly to adjust to his monster of a cock. It was all so delicious; Kiri running his thumb along your swollen bud with a satisfied grunt.

“Fuck, I’m cumming already, Eiji- shit!” You wail, breathy moans leaving your lips as he ruts his hips upwards, one of his big hands grabbing at your breast, the other rubbing your clit in soft circles.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby..” He groans, rolling your hips into his as his hands run along your soft ass, striking it harshly. You’re drooling into his shoulder, holding onto the shelf that contained cleaning supplies for good measure, trying to keep up with his movements. With all the shaking, all the cleaning products started toppling over, loud clangs of the metal shelf echoing through the small closet to mask your loud moans.

You both let out breathy half giggles, melting into each other’s bodies as Kirishima reached up to wrap your hair around his hand to yank it, attacking your now exposed neck with hot kisses and nibbles. He stands on his feet, fingers pressed into your ass to keep a tight grip on you as he lowered you onto his cock. You see stars as Eijiro picks you up and drops you onto his thick cock, scrambled sentences leaving your mouth as your mouth hangs open in bliss.

Kirishima kicks over a bucket, the stupid thing in his path as he pressed your bare back against the cold concrete wall. He rolls his hip into yours, lips wrapped around one of your nipples, nibbling lightly. Grunting and high pitched whines fill the closet, your bodies practically sticking together from the heat you both omitted. Tongues intertwined with each other, hands traveling along naked skin as he hit your g-spot over and over again in a blind rage.

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum for you, baby.” you squeal, toes curling so hard you feel a cramp coming on; Kirishima bucking into with more fervor as you both reach a climax.

“’M gonna cum inside you. Gonna make you my fuckin’ cum dump.” He huffed, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with every hit against your cervix.

You both grunt; Kirishima painting your insides white as he rests you both onto the floor, grinding his hips a few more times before pulling out his flaccid form. Your back laid flat on the cold floor, looking up at him with clouded eyes from all the tears you shed from your encounter. Sex with Kirishima made working at this stuffy place so much more worth it. As he looked down at you he helped fix your clothes, the timer on his watch beeping to signal it was time to get back to work.

“Ya know, we don’t have to wait to see each other once a week. I could fuck you like this every day, every night...” Eijiro said, wiping the sweat from your brow.

“Are you asking me out?” You tease, sitting up to button up your shirt.

“Depends.. are you saying yes?” He asks, raising his eyebrow as he adjusts his pants.

“Maybe.”

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whump-a-la-mode · 3 years ago

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A hero is in a coma. Villain visits them every single day, loosing sleep, not eating, their life is now completely focused around the empty hospital room.

Until hero wakes up and notices how sick villain has become due to anxiety and not taking care of themselves. Caretaking?

This is such a cute ask!! There’s only a little caretaking, but as always I’d be happy to write some more ^^

To all non-Americans out there, I am so sorry for using our weird 12 hour clock in this piece

CW//Comas, medical settings, just some horrible self care, mentions of explosions, bad hygiene, sleep deprivation, low self esteem, blaming self, strong language

“How are they doing?”

The voice alone was enough to make Doctor jump, spinning on their heels with such quickness that their shoes squealed on the tiled hospital floor.

Oh. It was just Villain.

Just Villain. It was a ridiculous thought to have, and they were well aware of that fact. Only a few short weeks ago, the name would have been enough to make any well-minded civilian tremble. It was bad enough, to hear it spoken on the news. Worse, to hear it not coming from a television-- in some cases, that name was all the warning one was given, before a terrible fate befell them. A nameless causality in the never-ending battle of good and evil.

But, now, there was no terror associated with it.

Most hospitals, Doctor was well aware, were fortunate enough that villains did not often pass through their doors. When they did, in the best cases, it was to seek treatment. In the worst cases, they had far more destructive intentions.

Their hospital, however, was an exception. There is a saying, that one can get used to anything, and with their experience, they now believed it to be more than true.

Doctor sighed, letting their shoulders fall.

“Visiting hours are over, Villain. You need to go home.”

The villain’s eyes widened, flickering momentarily to the nearest clock. In fact, it was past the end of visiting hours. Well past. Night rounds were about to begin, even.

It was simply so easy to forget Villain, hunched over in their little plastic chair.

Especially with those big, pathetic eyes with which they regarded Doctor.

“I can’t leave.” They pleaded. “Not yet. Can’t I stay just another hour?”

“No, Villain. We’ve been over this. You can come back tomorrow, bright and early, right at seven.”

“But it’s eleven, now! That’s eight hours. Eight hours they’ll be alone.”

“Not alone.” Doctor bit their lower lip. They knew full well that the person before them could render them to a charred corpse in mere seconds, if they so wished. Their tense, skipping heartbeat wouldn’t let them forget it. But, there was no malice in their eyes. Not an ounce. Only that terrible, pitiful sorrow. The sorrow that never seemed to leave them. “There’s people here, all night. A whole medical staff. If anything happens, they won’t be alone. I promise.”

Villain’s lip quivered. Weren’t they supposed to be dangerous?

“You’re sure I can’t stay? Just another hour?”

“I’m sure.”

“O-Okay.” The villain reached into their shoulder bag, and, for a moment, Doctor nearly pressed the nearest panic alarm. Yet, they withdrew no weapon. Instead, Villain took a small, spiral-bound notebook in hand, offering it. “Here are my notes. Um, just so you know. What they did today.”

Doctor’s gaze downcast to the paper. They already had three of these, piled on their desk. Filled to the brim. This one had only recently been started.

The page the notebook was turned to displayed the same thing as all the rest: Impeccably neat handwriting, dividing the page into half hour blocks. In each, letters of equal quality described the patient’s condition, down to the most minute detail.

3:30 - Minor twitching of the eyelids accompanied by singular irregular heartbeat.

4:00 - No abnormalities.

4:30 - Twitching of left index finger.

5:00 - Abnormal breath at around 5:12.

It was the best-kept record of a comatose patient’s condition that Doctor had ever seen. Even if it wasn’t exactly helpful, with how repetitive the patient’s movements tended to be, it was downright impressive.

“Thank you, Villain. I’ll tell the receptionist to expect you at seven?”

“Is there any chance I could come in earlier than that?”

“No. I’m sorry. Visiting hours start at seven.”

“I’m quiet. You know I’m quiet. I won’t be a bother to anybody.”

“I know, Villain. If...” They knew they needed to say something, or this argument would continue all night long. “If anything happens, we have your number on file. I’ll call you myself.”

“Really?” Their eyes widened. “You promise?”

“I promise. Now, you need to go home.”

“Okay.”

“You won’t hide in the bathroom and try to stay late this time?”

“You saw?”

“Everyone saw, Villain. Now, you’ve gotta skedaddle.”

The villain nodded hesitantly, looking to their shoes as they turned, moving down the hallway. As they left, Doctor could not help but mutter in their wake:

“And get some rest.”

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Six weeks.

Those two words echoed hollowly in Villain’s mind as they plodded along the damp sidewalk, lit only by the dewy echoes of streetlights overhead. The hour was late enough, and the city tired enough, that the streets were nearly deserted-- a state they were in so very rarely.

Their henchmen had spoken to them so many times, lecturing them that moving through the city’s depths, alone and unprotected, was terribly dangerous. Any hero, or any vigilante too cocky for their own good, could try their luck in an ambush.

But, Villain could hardly bring themself to care.

Six weeks.

That was all they cared about.

Six weeks since Hero had moved. Six weeks since they’d spoken, since they’d awoken. Exactly six, now.

Exactly six weeks since...

Villain’s hands clenched to fists at their sides, overgrown nails digging into the meat of their palms.

Since they’d made the biggest mistake of their life. Since the two sworn nemeses, Hero and Villain, light and dark, good and evil, had had their final battle. An industrial sabotage gone wrong.

They should have known better! Better than to use their pyrokenisis in an oil refinery.

But, that hadn’t. They hadn’t been thinking. They never thought! They were so stupid, so reckless, so careless...

Villain’s ears still rung from the explosion.

Their injuries meant nothing, even as they still throbbed. No. Because, for the last six weeks, they had been awake. Moving. Talking.

Hero hadn’t been so lucky.

When they at last arrived at their HQ, the halls were silent. Life existed only in the form of a scattering of guards, nodding their respects, but making no other gestures.

It was with weary legs that Villain ascended to their bedroom. They hardly noticed its state-- they’d grown used to the scatterings of clothes and papers. Instead, upon opening the door, their eyes snapped to the bed.

More specifically, the item upon it. They rushed to it, yanking it off the mussed blankets.

A book. A note, upon its cover.

“Went to bed before I could give this to you. It’s that book you wanted - Henchman”

Villain removed the note, far more interested in the cover it hid.

A Neurologist’s Guide to Chronic Vegetative States

There were more than enough pages within to last them until sunrise; until visiting hours at last recommenced.

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At 5:40, the sun began its ascent, bathing the sky in a dull hue of blue.

When six o’ clock came, the first rays of light could be seen, flashing over the horizon.

With the strike of 6:10, Villain placed down their book. They were only around halfway through-- wandering eyes and brief minutes of dozing lowering the speed at which their foggy mind could process the medical textbook.

They would have more than enough time to read, the next night. The book didn’t matter. What mattered was that visiting hours would commence in 50 minutes, exactly.

Twenty minutes to walk to the hospital. Meaning that, to get there early, they needed to leave in fifteen.

Rubbing sleep from their eyes, Villain rose from their chair, knees popping and cracking all the way to the bedroom door. Quickly, they changed into the cleanest clothes they could find, if only for the sake of appearances, before heading out.

Showering could wait. Showers took time, time that could be spend watching. Reading. Taking notes.

Helping. Doing anything, anything they could to help.

Emerging into the hallway, they startled a moment. The lights had already been turned on, despite the fact that their henchmen never awoke this early. Perhaps they had simply forgotten to turn them off the night prior.

Yet, there were noises, from downstairs.

There was no fear left in their body to feel. Justifications were quickly made, and they ran down the stairs.

Entering the kitchen, a scent hit Villain, forceful as a gust of wind. The scent of food-- warm and fresh and garnished with garlic.

Before the stove, Henchman stood. Out of all those Villain employed, Henchman was the least likely to be awake at such an hour. Often, they dragged themself from bed well after ten.

Yet, here they stood, flipping a pancake in a skillet.

“Hey, boss.” Their henchman turned, a grin glimmering upon their face. “I’m almost done here. Get yourself something to drink.”

Villain blinked.

“What... are you doing?”

“Making breakfast? I thought that’d be pretty obvious.”

“Yeah, I can see that. But... Why? You never eat breakfast.”

“Yeah. It’s not for me. ‘s for you, boss.”

They shook their head, glancing at the clock. 6:17.

“I’m not hungry. Besides, I really need to get going.”

“Boss.” There was an endeared, yet frustrated, tone to the voice. “When was the last time you ate?”

“You made me eat a granola bar yesterday.”

“And the day before that, you didn’t eat anything. So, you’re eating breakfast, if I have to shove it down your throat.”

They clenched their hands to fists.

“I don’t have time for this! Visiting hours are going to start soon. I need to be there.”

“No. You need to eat. Then you can go to the hospital.”

“You don’t get to decide that. I need to go. I’m sorry.”

“Boss.” Henchman slid the pancake onto a plate before deftly stepping between their boss and the front door. “I don’t mean to be blunt, but you look like hell. I know you haven’t been sleeping. Everyone knows it. If you keep acting like this, you’re going to be the one in a hospital bed.”

Villain gritted their teeth.

“Maybe that’s what I deserve. Now, fuck off. Get someone else to eat your damn pancakes.”

With those words, and furious footsteps, they emerged onto the sidewalk outside.

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When Receptionist arrived at their desk, there was already a patron, sitting in their waiting room.

A few short weeks ago, such would have been unusual. While other parts of the hospital were occupied day and night, the appointments handled by this room did not begin until the hospital actually opened-- right at seven.

Now, though, there was nothing strange about it.

Before they could so much as sit down, Villain was already moving towards them.

Receptionist could not help but note their appearance.

Working in a hospital, they had long since grown used to seeing the sick and injured. And yet, there was something particularly distressing about this case.

They supposed, it was because they had seen it happen. Usually, when patients arrived at the hospital, it was because they could no longer manage their own conditions. Their bodies were in shambles. They showed up in their damaged states.

Villain, on the other hand, had first appeared to the waiting room is relatively good health.

Then, they had begun to appear tired.

And thin.

Now, their appearance matched that of the comatose patient that they were here to see. Skin clung taught about their cheekbones, their flesh pale and eyes glazed over. Most semblances of hygiene had been abandoned entirely; some parts of their hair had even begun to mat, and dirt clung to them like caked and cracked makeup.

But, there was something else in their eyes. The sheer essence of undying compassion.

It was that alone that prevented Receptionist from sending them away.

Villain had no need to speak. As soon as they had time to sit, the hospital employee had paged the proper floor-- a sequence of buttons that had quickly become muscle memory.

“You can go up, now.” They spoke. With a wearied nod, Villain moved to begin their ceaseless watch.

Neither of them could have guessed that, an hour later, the unthinkable would come true.

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When Hero awoke, it was to the sound of a pencil, scratching at paper.

The world filled in with a terrible, exhaustion tedium. Above them, blurs of white and grey turned to a sterile, white tile, while the world about solidified to four pale, beige walls.

A hospital. They’d been in enough to recognize as such, with just how clumsy their teammates tended to be.

But why were they here, now...? Who had gotten hurt, this time? They couldn’t quite remember.

Rolling onto their side, the question was quickly answered.

Villain appeared to be on death’s doorstep, about to press the doorbell. Matted hair clung to their neck, eyes drooping and skin appearing as though there was no blood beneath it at all.

At the very least, they had made it to the hospital before suffering any serious damage.

Wait.

It was only then that Hero realized who exactly was in the room’s hospital bed.

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rhysand-vs-fenrys-vs-writing · 4 years ago

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My Fanfic Library (Updated 06/07/21)

**For the sake of space, only Chapter 1 of long-form fics are linked.**

The Shadows of Night (Ongoing)

A mysterious army appears in the mountains of Night and soon declares war against the High Lords. The conflict will shed light on Night's darkest secrets and reveal the horrible truth behind every Daemati and Shadowsinger in Prythian.

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The Cabin By The Lake

Cassian has been keeping a secret- for the past 300 years he has been building cabins around a lake to house the Inner Circle and any family they might have. Five years after the end of ACOWAR, the cabins are finished and the Inner Circle descends for two weeks in paradise.

**Even-number chapters contain smut scenes.

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Velaris

“Protect Velaris. Protect each other. I love you all.” With Rhys’ final words, the shields around Velaris rise, trapping the Inner Circle inside for fifty years. This series follows Mor, Cassian, Azriel, and Amren as they struggle to adapt and fulfill Rhys’ final request.

Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Velaris: Fury and Ruin

Following a disastrous attack on Hybern, Cassian’s wings are broken, Azriel is critically wounded, and Feyre is dragged to Spring by Tamlin. Rhysand must now earn the forgiveness of his friends, protect his new sisters-in-law, and find a way to protect Prythian from a looming war- all without his mate and best friend by his side.

**You do not need to read my previous series "Velaris"

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The Feast of Souls

Everyone gathers at the estate in Velaris for the Feast of Souls- and to quietly investigate Feyre’s erratic behavior and strange temperament. Figuring out what is wrong with her is the easy part though- the hard part will be saving her soul before the clock strikes midnight and she is lost forever.

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An Elucien Epilogue

Lucien returns to Velaris after the events of ACOWAR, determined to be a better male than Tamlin and put aside his mating bond if that’s what Elain wants.

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Bring Her Home

After forty-nine years in hell, Rhysand has returned to Night. A piece of him will always belong to that human who saved Prythian- the fae female now poised to marry his sworn enemy. As the sun sets on that horrible day a plea goes out across the Courts- “please, save me. Get me out. End this,” and Rhysand is only too happy to oblige.

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The Poison in the Wound

Feyre and Tamlin meet to try and finally clear away some of the bad blood between them.

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Strength in Darkness

After she is woken by a particularly horrible nightmare, Elain asks her husband to take her to the only place that might help her make sense of everything that has happened to her: Under the Mountain.

Elucien Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elriel Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

What Rises from the Ashes

Tamlin confesses that he and Amarantha were incompatible mates- and the role that played in his downfall.

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When the Darkness Comes

Lucien recalls the day Amarantha took his eye- and the difficult weeks that followed.

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The World Beyond My Cage

Azriel recalls his childhood, how he ended up in an Illyrian camp far from his cell, and how his world was changed by an arrogant little Lordling with a chamber pot.

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A Peaceful Night (18+)

The holidays are a time for too many parties, too many people, and too much noise. After the festivities are over though, one can take solace in the love of their other half and the light that person brings into their life.

Feysand Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Nessian Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elucien Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elriel Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Azuala Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Amrian Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Morridwen Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

A Sweet Treat (Feysand 18+)

On Feyre’s first Feast of Souls in Velaris, she finds a new way to give Rhys his holiday chocolates.

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A Midday Treat (Feysand 18+)

Rhys has been skipping meals again, so Feyre decides to give him an incentive to eat his lunch.

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Sharing Heaven (Feysand & Azriel 18+)

Feyre and Rhysand invite Azriel to join them in bed, and Feyre finally gets what she’s been dreaming of all year.

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Alone in the Townhouse (Nessian 18+)

When the Court of Nightmares visits Velaris, Nesta and Cassian plot to take advantage of their time alone and finally take things to the next level.

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Nessian: The Mating (Nessian 18+)

At long last, Cassian and Nesta's wedding (and mating) day has arrived... along with most of Prythian.

*This is a sequel to "Alone in the Townhouse"*

Extended Re-Post Chapter 1 || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

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Simply Love (Morridwen 18+)

In a thinly veiled attempt to seduce Cerridwen, Mor takes her lover of three years to day for a date before spending an evening at home. A simple, sweet fic for a simple and sweet love.

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Slowly (Nessian 18+)

Cassian returns from a fierce Illyrian civil war weary and on edge. Nesta wants to welcome her lover home after weeks away, but she knows the lust that comes on the heels of bloodshed has been building in Cassian the entire time he’s been gone. Both desperately want to be with one another, but for Nesta’s sake he must shove down the Illyrian and proceed slowly.

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A Bargain Well Struck (Nessian 18+)

Their deal is simple enough- if Nesta trains hard enough, she can claim a massage as her reward. Cassian’s hands never venture beneath the modesty-towels, so Nesta makes sure all the right places are exposed.

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Sharing Heaven (Nessian & Azriel 18+)

Nesta and Cassian invite Azriel to join them in bed, and Nesta finally gets what she’s been dreaming of all year.

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Alone in the Garden (Elucien 18+)

As the Inner Circle tricks Nesta and Cassian into spending some alone time together, Elain and Lucien find themselves unchaperoned at the House of Wind. **Contains ACOWAR Spoilers** (This is a quasi-sequel to "An Elucien Epilogue" and runs concurrently to "Alone in the Townhouse")

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Cazriel: The Spongebath (Cazriel 18+)

In this AU of my fic "Velaris: Fury and Ruin", Cassian and Azriel explore previously untouched desires each male feels for their friend (written for Court-0f-Dreamers on tumblr in 15 min after too much alcohol).

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The Torturer’s Throne (Cazriel 18+)

Cassian helps Azriel push his darkness aside and takes a bit of relief for himself in the process.

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Until the Shadows Are Silent (Cazriel 18+)

For eight years the shields around Velaris have kept the Inner Circle trapped. Azriel is drowning under the wrath, rage, and pain of being caged in the city, so he turns to an old lover, one who is very good at bending fae over and not stopping until their minds and bodies are ravaged– Cassian.

*Contains strong BDSM themes, DM if you are concerned about a specific TW*

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One Year in Heaven (Elucien/Elriel 18+)

Elain and her husband celebrate their first anniversary in style. A romantic dinner, an exchange of gifts, and a new suite of bedroom toys to try out.

Elucien Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elriel Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Gently, Slowly (Elucien 18+)

Elain and Lucien are reunited after a year of civil war within Prythian. Lucien brings Elain back to Day to marry her in secret, and do something very sinful in the High Temple.

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Watching (Elucien 18+)

Elain and Lucien head into the foothills of Velaris to attend the opera, but their true destination is an exclusive club hidden deep beneath the theater. They’ll still get a hell of a show- and have a chance to put on one themselves.

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Sharing (A Watching Sequel) (Elucien 18+)

For years Elain and Lucien have been loyal members of (and performers in) the sensual club hidden beneath Velaris’ opera house. Now- after months of discussion- they have decided to test the waters on expanding their display and changing their masks. No audience, no stage- and no longer just the two of them.

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Incense Burner (Ongoing (Elucien 18+))

After a collapse in the Hewn City reveals a long lost Vault of the High Lords, Lucien and Elain accidentally come to possess one of the Lord’s treasures. What appears to be a simple incense burner turns out to be something far, far more. As Elain and Lucien fall under its spell time and again they will be drawn into a world they could only imagine in their wildest dreams…

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A Peaceful Night (18+)

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Chaorene Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Elorcan Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Rowaelin Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

Nesraq Edition || AO3 || Fanfiction.net

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The Calm After the Storm (Rowaelin 18+)

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Dorian and Manon celebrate the anniversary of their meeting in style- with ropes, chains, and a bit of domination.

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muscle memory pt. 6- sylvie x reader

a/n: here it is, clocking in at a whopping 2.4k words!! spoilers for the middle and end of episode 3 and for the beginning of episode 4! this is very plot heavy, but i hope you guys enjoy it!

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Your whole body ached and it was only then, laying face down in the purple dirt of Lamentis, did you realize how tired you were.

Well, you supposed that on the side of the train tracks seemed as good as a place as any to take a nap.

“Give me the TemPads,” You heard Sylvie say nearby and what sounded like her pulling out her dagger not long after.

Right.

You groaned slightly as you stood up, regaining your bearings as Sylvie held her dagger to Loki’s throat.

Loki looked over at you.

“Is she always this violent?”

You looked at her, tilting your head slightly, opening your mouth to answer before Sylvie shot you a look. You closed your mouth.

“The TemPads, now,”

Loki held his hands up defensively before opening up a little pocket in space and time to reveal the TemPad smoking, crumbling into nothing as Loki held it.

He opened up a second pocket in space and time to reveal the same thing- wait, when had he taken your TemPad from you?

Sylvie lowered her dagger, her hands shaking slightly and you felt yourself going perfectly still.

Nothing like realizing that you’re going to die to sober you up.

“Oops.”

“You asshole. You killed us!”

For a second, you were worried that Sylvie was going to pull her dagger on him again, though your worries were abated when she walked past him, letting out a pulse of green magic as she screamed.

She sat down on a rock a little bit ahead, all of the fight seeming to leave her body.

You walked past where Loki was standing, patting him on the shoulder gently as you passed him before sitting down next to Sylvie, your knee touching hers.

“I’m sorry,” You told her and she scoffed.

“Everything I’ve done has been in the name of getting you back and making a life for us. Now all of that is gone. We’re going to die on this moon.”

“Not all of it.”

She looked at you.

“What?”

“Not all of it is gone. I’m right here,” You grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. “You’re not alone anymore.”

She stared down at your intertwined hands for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you and the way that she looked at you... the way that she looked at you made you feel silly for ever believing that she wouldn’t love you.

“I missed you so much. I’m still angry, don’t get me wrong, I’m just.. I missed you,” She told you and before you could respond, Loki walked over to where the two of you were sitting, standing in front of you both, demanding your attention without saying a word.

“I have an idea.”

“What?” Sylvie asked shortly.

“The Ark- before you say it, I know that it gets destroyed before it makes it off the moon, blah blah blah, but it’s never had us.”

No one spoke for a couple of moments.

“We hijack the Ark and get it off the moon,” Sylvie said and Loki nodded. “It’s better than just sitting here and dying, I’ll give you that.”

Both Sylvie and Loki looked at you expectantly.

Truthfully? You would rather die here than risk going back to the TVA again.

There are worse things than death and you are well-acquainted with them.

And still, there is the smallest glimmer of hope in Sylvie’s eyes and you will not be the one to extinguish it.

“We don’t have much time, we need to move.”

A ghost of a smile flashed on Sylvie’s face as she stood up, helping you stand up as well.

“Wait, really?” Loki asked in disbelief, following the two of you as you started the long trek to Sharoo.

By the time you could see the skyline of the capital city, the lavender sky had deepened in color. Whether that be because night was falling on the moon, or because the planet that it had orbited around for so long was starting to block the star that had given both of them life, you weren’t completely sure.

“What if you enchanted me and walked for the both of us? Or I take a nap in my subconscious and then you could just wake me when we arrive. Yeah?”

Although Loki missed the look that Sylvie gave him, you did not.

“That’s not how enchantment works,” Sylvie said pointedly and you didn’t miss the curious expression that came onto Loki’s face.

“How does it work?”

“It’s not… fine. You want to know how enchantment works. I have to make physical contact with the target and grab hold of their mind.”

“How?”

“It depends on the mind. Most are easy and I can overtake them instantly. Others, the stronger ones, it gets tricky. I’m in control, but they’re there, too. I have to create a fantasy from their memories.”

Loki slowed down, looking at you.

“So you… you’re a Variant.” He said slowly and you nodded.

“Everyone at the TVA is.”

He completely stopped this time, staring at the two of you in shock.

“What?”

Before you could say anything else, an announcement from the Ark stated that there were only ten minutes left before launch.

“We have to hurry up if we’re going to make it,” You said and although the other two didn’t say anything, they matched your pace as you started walking faster towards Sharoo.

From the bits and pieces that you remembered about it, Asgard was one of the most beautiful places in the galaxy.

It was gold and filled with luscious green gardens and after visiting many other places in the galaxy as an agent for the TVA, you still weren’t sure if anything could compare.

Sharoo was beautiful in a completely different way.

Where Asgard was an all natural beauty, Sharoo was neon lights and graffiti and futuristic design. It probably would’ve been even more beautiful if it wasn’t illuminated by orange flames.

“Do we trust each other?” Sylvie asked.

You grabbed her hand, squeezing for a second before letting go, not needing to say anything.

“We do and we can,” Loki responded, looking around the city as well, trying to find the best vantage point to get to the Ark.

“Good. Because this is going to suck.”

Sylvie took your hand again, leading you through the crowd as Loki got onto an overturned stall.

“They’re going to let all of these people die,” You said quietly and Sylvie didn’t say anything, only squeezing your hand in reassurance.

The three of you watched as the gates that were directly in front of the Ark closed, presumably to keep the growing crowd out.

“We have to get on the Ark and make sure it takes off.”

“How?” Loki asked and you looked at your surroundings, trying to figure out the best way to access it.

“We go around,” You said and Loki jumped off his pedestal, his arm instantly around Sylvie and his hand on your shoulder as he led the two of you to an alleyway, saving the both of you from being trampled, and the three of you continued running until you reached an open space.

You all stood still for a moment, assessing the situation before you felt a sickening crack- for a moment, you were sure that you must’ve broken something, but as you looked at Sylvie and Loki, you realized that they had felt it too.

You looked at the sky above you just in time to see the jade-colored planet that had been looming above you all this time split apart- not even split apart, really, crumble was a more accurate word in this situation.

Everyone around you watched silently as the crack rang through the air, paralyzed by fear.

After the first couple of meteors hit, fear turned into panic and screams rang out all around you as people found the ability to move again.

The three of you continued running with a new sense of urgency, though this time instead of running to safety, you run right into one of the falling pieces of the planet.

Compared to this, you almost missed the pain of being thrown off the train- at least you were sure that that pain would stop. At least you knew then that Sylvie was safe.

You stood up, your ears ringing and your head spinning.

Loki was already beginning to stand up as well and you offered a hand out to Sylvie, whose eyes were still closed.

She took it, opening her eyes and letting out a shaky breath before the three of you continued running, this time into the safety of a restaurant.

“You okay?” Loki asked, posing the question to both of you.

“Yeah,” Sylvie said and you nodded as well, more focused on the other two people who had entered the restaurant.

One grabbed Sylvie’s cloak, trying to knock her off balance and she disposed of him with ease.

Loki tossed you one of his daggers and seconds later, you threw it through one of the guard’s helmets.

You walked over to where the body had fallen and grabbed it as Loki disposed of the other guard.

The three of you ran out of the other entrance, missing another meteor strike only by a couple of feet.

You continued running, Loki and Sylvie helping to navigate the collapsing city.

The sound of creaking metal filled the air and for a second, you were worried that the planet was crumbling even more, if such a thing was even possible.

When you looked up, you felt a brief sense of relief as you realized that it was only a building that was falling on you.

“I got this,” Loki said, planting his feet and Sylvie pulled you out of the way, the two of you watching as the God used his magic to suspend the falling building midair before pushing it so that it fell over the other way.

“Come on, we can still make it!” Sylvie yelled over all the noise and Loki sprinted after the two of you, joining in as you and Sylvie fought through the guards before the three of you were finally standing in front of the Ark.

It feels like a nightmare when a piece of the planet slices through the Ark in half.

For a couple of moments, the three of you are unable to do anything but stand there and watch the destruction, watching the last chance that you had of escaping Lamentis-1 go up into flames.

The guards are motionless as well, watching the thing that they had been trying so hard to protect get destroyed- you even see one kneel down on his knees, overcome with the grief of it all.

Maybe they were finally realizing what was going to happen to them.

You put your hand on Loki’s shoulder, watching his chest heave- even if he didn’t say anything, you knew that he blamed himself for the failure to save the Ark and everyone else on it.

You then lifted your hand, walking after Sylvie.

The three of you find yourself outside of the city once again, watching the smaller remnants of the planet crash into the moon. You rest your head on Sylvie’s shoulder- you didn’t want to go back to the TVA, but somehow this feels worse.

The thought of dying in the arms of the woman that you love provides very little solace in the face of imminent death.

“I’m sorry,” Loki said, taking a seat next to you. “I’m sorry that you two will never get the life you wanted.”

You didn’t look up at him, but you offered your hand to him- you both were equally to blame for getting drunk on that train. You both were responsible for the failure of Sylvie’s plan. The least you could do was offer forgiveness to him.

He took your hand hesitantly, as if you might pull away from him as soon as he grasped it.

You didn’t, and he held on.

“Well if I have to die, I’m glad it’s by her side. There’s nowhere I’d rather be at the end of the world,” You said and Sylvie looked at you with indescribable fondness and sadness. “If I can’t have a life with her, then at least I get to die with her.”

“This is how it always ends for us, isn’t it? With the end of everything as we know it,” She remarked bitterly and you shrugged, something that was difficult to do with the way your head was resting on her shoulder.

“This isn’t so bad,” You replied, watching as smaller chunks of the planet continued to impact the moon. “I mean this is awful, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not the worst way to go. Surrounded by friends.”

Loki shifted besides you and you wondered to yourself if anyone had ever called him that before- a friend.

It didn’t matter much now- soon the larger chunks of the planet would crash into the moon and the three of you would die, your words and any memory of them gone as well.

Still, they seemed to mean a lot to him and you supposed that was all that would matter, in the end.

“It won’t be long now,” Sylvie said as she rested her head against yours, watching as bigger chunks of the planet creeped closer and closer. “I didn’t say it back before, when you told me on the train. But I love you too. More than anything.”

“More than time itself?” You asked jokingly and although you couldn’t see her, you were sure that she rolled her eyes by the laugh that she let out.

“Especially more than time itself.”

You sat up and let yourself look at Sylvie one last time, wanting her face to be the last thing that you saw before it was all gone.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the impact of a large chunk heading for the three of you and with your free hand, you cupped her cheek.

Gods, you were going to miss her.

Before the impact could reach you, you saw two familiar opaque doors appear behind Sylvie and Loki and you felt your heart drop more than it had when the Ark was destroyed.

Your saviors were here, only they were here in the name of the agency that had imprisoned you in the first place.

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