#white knight!stiles

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond!: Hypothetical Casting and Theme Songs

I was having a bit of a think about who might hypothetically voice the project's cast (yeah, I'm not truly hiring any VAs for the project), and with help from @becdoesthings and others, I've thought about these roles: (Any music themes picked out for the characters will be in brackets like this)

Blur Gang

William Corkery Jr. as OMT!Tails

Ryan Drummond/Jason Griffith as CR!Sonic

Linda Larkin (Jasmine; Aladdin) as OMT!Mina and EV!Sally

Jaleel White as Mini Sonic and Underground Sonic (alongside the other two cartoon Sonics)

MCStudioProductions / @mcgamejolter as Mr. Needlemouse

??? as EX!Alice

Pete Capella ('06 Silver) as D-Sides Mighty

Lisa Ortiz as Black Knight Amy

Drift & Miss (Sonic GT) as CU!Sonic

Natalia Wojcik (Annie, Little Einsteins) as CU!Sonia

Ashleigh Ball as Nine

Emma Watson (Hermione, Harry Potter) as CR!Sonia

Jake Lloyd (Anakin, Star Wars Episode I) as CR!Manik

Daniel Radcliffe (Harry Potter) as Nitro/Chris Smith (Year 1 for every version of the character under 14, and Year 2+ for those aged 14 and over)

(Where Fire Lives from Natlan (Heosmin Remix); Nitro.DLL)

SFG1235 as Antho

??? as Ex-Prince Brian

Nominal Dingus as Hog

Sarah Grace Stiles (Spinel; Steven Universe) as Wacky

??? as Devy

??? as Smol Devy

Nicole Tompkins (Jack-O, Guilty Gear -Strive-) as Trip

Quill Society

Jason Griffith (Sonic (X to Unleashed)) as EV!Sonic and X!Sonic

Mae Whitman (Agent Xero; The Modifyers) as Tekno

??? as Amy Rouge

??? as Zonic

??? as CD Alt Ending Sonic

Lacey Chabert as E-21

Christopher Daniel Barnes (Miguel; Edge of Time) as Lost Memory Sonic

??? as Turbo

??? as Fiona

Alex Ness (Blaster-Tron; Skylanders) as Emperor Metallix

Roger Craig Smith as LEGO Sonic

@gemontumb as Tlels

Andi Lott as Carol Tea

??? as Sarah Henderson

??? as Barry

??? as Milly

Adam McArthur (Yuji Itadori; Jujutsu Kaiden) as Blitz!Tails

Martin Burke as Sonic.RAW

Lisa Ortiz as Superstars Amy

Bill Wise as OVA Knux

Martin Burke as OVA Sonic

??? as Rob O' the Hedge

??? as Water Sonic

??? as Fleetway Amy

??? as Stella the Cat

Ashleigh Ball (Applejack; My Little Pony FiM) as Bunnie Rabbot

??? as Nicky Parlouzer

Charles Martinet / Juno Songs as Somari

Abluemoon88 as Sara

Max "LandyRS" Henderson as Chaos Adventure Sonic

Mel Blanc as S1 Fang the Sniper

Kristin Fairlie (Bridgette; Total Dramarama) as Millie the Fox

Villains

One More Chance

Ike Amadi (The Darkness, Skylanders: Superchargers) as Sonic.OMT

One More Hero

@becdoesthings as Eggman Nega

??? as Shadow Emerl / Uma Arachnis

Stephanie Sheh as Zeena

Erica Mendez (Ryuko Matoi, Kill la Kill) as Surge

Christopher Pellegrini as Johnny

Prequel Points

Charlie Adler (both his Snively and Corroder roles) as Snively

Long John Baldry as Dr. Beeman and AOSTH Robotnik

More than One Universe

??? as Shalian

??? as Crossover Realm Corrupt

??? as Talrareth

??? as AVA!Corrupt

??? as Richard Ambersilve

@jordangaming101 as Sonath

??? as Curse

Into the Sonic-verse

??? as Dr. Finitevus

Phil Hayes as Scratch

Garry Chalk as Grounder

Ian James Corlett as Coconuts

Max "LandyRS" Henderson as Scourge

Suzy Finn as Rosy

Arion "MiiToons" Rashad as Walter Naugus

Maurice LaMarche as Sleet

Peter Wilds as Dingo

Matt Hoverman as Dark Oak

Kirk Thornton as Boom Shadow

Jacaris (Vs. Sonic.exe) as Fleetway Super Sonic

??? as Kit

Lee Majdoub as Agent Stone (who replaces Aaron Davis from Earth-199999)

??? as Superstars Fang

Many More Heroes / Cosmic Discoveries

??? as Gemerl / Anti-Miles

??? as Chaos Emerl / Speedy

??? as Crimtake

kkirby99 as most of the Hues of Metal

??? as Legends/Nexus Robotnik

Tails of Trials

??? as Dr. EggOmega

MaimyMayo as Original Sonic.exe

??? as Green Mountain Sonic/End

Into the SEGAVerse (and beyond)

??? as Kaiser Greedy

??? as Reala

Other stars

Roger Craig Smith as OMT!Sonic and Boom Sonic

Ryan Drummond as Superstars Sonic and SRB2 Sonic

Kate Higgins as EV!Tails

Corey Bringas as Superstars Tails

Connor Bringas as SRB2 Tails

Amy Palant as X!Tails

Travis Willingham as OMT!Knuckles and Boom Knuckles

Dave B. Mitchell as EV!Knuckles

Dan Green as Superstars Knuckles and X!Knuckles

Michael McGaharn as SRB2 Knuckles

Cindy Robinson as OMT!Amy, EV!Amy and Boom Amy

Jennifer Douillard as SRB2 Amy

Sarah Wulfeck as OMT!Cream

Michelle Ruff as EV!Cream

Kath Soucie (Sally's SatAM role) as OMT!Sally

Deem Bristow as OMT!Robotnik and SRB2 Robotnik

Arion "MiiToons" Rashad as most Eggmen in the multiverse, alongside Mr. Tinker

Max Mittleman (Arataki Itto, Genshin Impact) as several versions of Mighty

Issac Ryan Brown (Gus Porter, The Owl House) as several versions of Ray

Maurice Lamarche (Mortimer Mouse, House of Mouse) as most versions of Fang

Patrick Gilligan (Alex, Street Fighter 3) as all versions of Bark (who talk)

Lizzie Freeman (Yanfei, Genshin Impact) as all versions of Honey the Cat

Darkbox as Exeller and [REDACTED]

??? as XE!Sonic

Tom Hardy (Venom) as Xenomorphic

Clement von Franckenstein (Boss Cass, Ty the Tasmanian Tiger) as Grand Battle Kukku XV

ApocalypseTitan characters

Sarah Nicole Robles (Luz, The Owl House) as Kaede Titan/Detective Ghost

??? as Apocalypse Titan

??? as Max Cartwright

??? as Ms. Brenda Ciprianni

??? as Samuel Ciprianni

Mae Whitman (Amity, The Owl House) as Luna

??? as Olivia Kennedy

??? as Danny

Dee Bradley Baker (Fire Lord, Hero Factory) as Dr. Razereye

??? as Benny

??? as Abigail Razereye

My characters

??? as Lucia

??? as Karilvatch

??? as Amelia Walten

Benjamin L. Valic (Child Movie Sonic) as Evo Smith

Bella Ramsey (Hilda) as Rosie Smith

??? as Wade

Mobiverse

??? as Mobiverse Tails

??? as Mobiverse Sonic

??? as Mobiverse Cream

Freedom Planet

Dawn M. Bennett as any version of Lilac

Aimee Smith as any version of Milla

??? as Carrie Mei

??? as Jett Capriasa

??? as Chiasa Sun

??? as Marshmallow

Undertale / Deltarune

ShyrennVA (Saying a Lot of Things) as Frisk (Glitchtale - Prepare Yourself)

wintermelon (Inverted Fate) as Chara

Sean Marquette (Mac, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends) as Asriel

Retrovisity as Kris (Deltarune)

FNF characters

Brady Noon (Raphael, TMNT: Mutant Mayhem) as Benjamin Miku

??? as Grace Dearest

??? as Pico N. Grounds

??? as ErrorSky

??? as IAB!Benjamin Fairest / IAB!Soft Benjamin

Bradley Pierce (Tails; Sonic SatAM) as Evan

@yuriharu567 as Holly

??? as Bently Forceloyed (Mr. Kitty - Glycerin)

??? as Isabella Fondsmith

Tracey Moore (Usagi Tsukino/Serena, Sailor Moon) as BluBuni

Funkinverse (only any that have spoken in my posts)

Jerry Jewell (Kusuo Saiki) as Agent Cam "Blueballs" Malicious

Laura Bailey (Injustice 2 Supergirl) as Gracie/SNS Girlfriend

Alex Hirsch (Bill Cipher) as Grimbo / The X

Greg Cipes (Omniverse Kevin Levin) as Kenji Tensei (Virtual-On - Sweet Tragedy of Dreams)

Ellen Wong (Knives Chau from Scott Pilgrim) as Aloe Mano (Virtual-On - High Ground (SoniNeko Mix))

Miscellaneous

??? as Nova the Hedgehog

??? as Daisy (The Wrath Soul)

Ben Schwartz as Movie Sonic

Colleen O'Shaughnessey as Movie Tails and Boom Tails

Idris Elba as Movie Knuckles

MCStudio as Max Chaos

Prime universe and Shatterverse

Deven Mack as Sonic Prime

Ian Hanlin as Shadow Prime, Big Prime and the Shatterverse Bigs

Ashleigh Ball as Tails Prime and the Shatterverse Tails's

Shannon Chan-Kent as Amy Prime and the Shatterverse Amys

Kazumi Evans as Rouge Prime and the Shatterverse Rouges

Brian Drummond as Eggman Prime and Mr. Dr. Eggman

REJECTED

Tara Strong (considered for Tekno and BluBuni, but her irl behaviour leaves a lot to be desired)

Mike Pollock (considered for most Eggman variants, but his controversial opinions on the Israeli-Arab Conflict made me scrap that plan)

[thehollowprince]

Have you got any thoughts or ideas about what a Star Wars/Teen Wolf fusion AU would be like?

Ironically enough, I have thought about that.

One of my favorite things to do with a show/book/movie that I like is create alternate scenarios for them to exist in. Not coffee shop AUs or anything like that, but to take said characters and drop them into an entirely different setting, with them being bound by the rules and such of that new setting.

So, for Star Wars, I would take these characters out of Beacon Hills and drop them in the Galaxy Far Far Away, just keeping the essence of who they are. No werewolves or druids or banshees. I would take them and mold them to fit this new landscape.

Scott, for example, I would have be a Jedi Knight. Formally, a student of Alan Deaton, a great Jedi Master. He'd wield a yellow lightsaber (to match his werewolf eyes) and be stationed at a small temple in the Outer Rim. Out there, he befriends Stiles, a local smuggler who sneaks around his father (as the planetary police) in his hunk of junk ship (Rosco) and shenanigans would ensue.

Allison would be a Mandalorian bounty hunter and Lydia some sort of politician (á la Padme in the Prequels or Leia in the Original Trilogy). Kira would be Force-sensitive, but not a Jedi. Maybe a Matukai, a Force-based group that emphasizes physical prowess in combat over the more esoteric nature of the Jedi. She might not have a lightsaber, but she definitely has a weapon imbued with the Force or a vibroblade of some kind.

Malia being one of the warriors of Dathomir (Legends continuity). She might not be one of the legendary witches of that planet, but she has their mindset. Maybe she's Stiles' co-pilot and considers him her bed partner/property.

Maybe Derek is a jedi as well, a Shistavanen Wolfman who wanders the Outer Rim like a lone samurai with his blue lightsaber before falling to the dark side for a while (his red eyes = his red lightsaber). He returns to the light but leaves the Order to sort himself out.

I could see Scott fighting Derek, after the loss of his lightsaber and purifying the crystal to make it white like Ahsoka, thus avoiding giving Scott a red lightsaber to match his Alpha status because of how red = dark in Star Wars.

The Alpha Pack being a group of Dark or Fallen Jedi led by a Miralukan Sith (Deucalian) and consisting of a Wookiee (Ennis), a Selonian (Kali), and two bond-twins (Ethan and Aiden). Maybe they want Derek to be a part of their group, like in the show. Maybe they're after an ancient Sith artifact (Nogitsune) that they can use to achieve their ends, but they must overcome a Dark-Side adept (Jennifer Blake) first.

I could make a whole story/trilogy out of that alone, with it ending on Scott taking on a padawan of his own - Liam.

But... y'know... I haven't thought a lot on the subject.

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Finally They Have A FC!

Yes, I had some (read: too much) ocs without fc that were already on my masterlist... but now they have one! (Everyone thanks my brainstorming for my new ocs)

Good Omens

Althea Price - witch; Eltanin’s girlfriend; immortal being (kind of? it’s complicated)

Her faceclaim is Diana Silvers!

Shadowhunters

Nico Lightwood - Shadowhunter; descendant of Violet & Samuel’s kids; Vienna’s younger brother; lives in Rome Istitute; main character in TWP (Yes, I know that series is not out yet)

His faceclaim is Finn Wolfhard! 

Alice Knight - witch/warlock; adoptive “mother” of Lydia Knight; Alice and Magnus are like the fixed points of all the series lmao; angst queen

Her facelaim is Lily James!

Lydia Knight - witch/warlock; Elys’ childhood friend; Brian’s girlfriend

Her faceclaim is Vanessa Morgan!

Brian White - werewolf; Elys’ childhood friend; Lydia’s boyfriend

His faceclaim is Mark Mckenna!

Jackson Milligan - Mundane; Elys’ adoptive father

His faceclaim is Tyler Hoechlin!

Samuel Milligan - Ascent Shadowhunter; Mundane raised in a Shadowhunter family; Alistair Carstairs’ parabatai; madly in love with Violet Lightwood

His faceclaim is Josh Whitehouse!

Vienna Lightwood - Shadowhunter; Nico’s older sister; been to the Academy the same year with Simon Lewis

Her faceclaim is Shelley Henning!

Cassandra Blackthorn - Shadowhunter; Ty and Livvy’s twin sister (they’re a triplet); main character in both TDA and TWP

Her faceclaim in TWP is now Emilia Jones! (Her fc in TDA is Malina Weissman)

Downton Abbey

Lady Elisabeth Crawley - second daughter in the Crawley family; takes shit from no one; her and Sybil could run the world if they wanted to

Her faceclaim is Keira Knightley!

Madeline Barrow - Thomas Barrow’s niece; the most rebel girl in town; a menace to society

Her faceclaim is Millie Bobby Brown!

MCU/Marvel

Victoria Vill (2) - Spider-Girl; Vicky from Raimi!Verse

Her faceclaim is Emmy Rossum!

Victoria Vill (3) - Aranea; Vicky from TASM!Verse

Her faceclaim is Willa Holland!

Ate Erisdottir “Aimee” - goddess; daughter of Eris; Loki ship (they’re literally soulmates okay? 🥺)

Her faceclaim is Emilia Clarke! 

XCU (X-Men)

Leia Forbes - Mutant; half-aware of the fourth wall; Wade ship

Her faceclaim are Zoe Kravitz & Margot Robbie! (Trust me, it has sense, okay?)

Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Ness from the original timeline

Her faceclaim is Angelina Jolie!

Ness Fitzgerald - Hellfire; Arcane; Ness from the New Timeline (but not First Class)

Her faceclaim is Nina Dobrev!

RiordanVerse

Catarine “Cata” Johnson - Redacted; parents Redacted; Apollo/Lester’s friend (her story is setted during TOA); powerful lesbian

Her faceclaim is Rachel Zegler!

Evelyn Chase - Magnus’ adoptive sister; daughter of Loki; TJ ship

Her faceclaim is Kiernan Shipka!

Teen Wolf

Redacted “Addie” Lewis - werecat; Stiles ship

Her faceclaim is Anya Taylor-Joy!

Stranger Things

Autumn Hopper - 013; Anya Richards; Hawkins Lab experiment; Miles Henderson’s sister figure; Steve ship

Her faceclaim is Jenny Boyd!

Under this you have my Harry Potter ocs! You’ve been warned!

Harry Potter 

Nath Andrews - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Ravenclaw;

His faceclaim is Jordan Fisher!

Theo Denton - wizard; part of the S.Q.U.A.D.; Gryffindor

His faceclaim is Evan Mock!

Callisto Black - witch; daughter of Rosalinf and Sirius; sister of Jan us and Justine Black; Hufflepuff

Her faceclaim is Danielle Campbell!

Janus Black - wizard; son of Rosalind and Sirius; brother of Callisto and Justine Black; Gryffindor; Luna Lovegood ship

His faceclaim is Joe Keery!

Justine Black - witch; daughter of Rosalind and Sirius; sister of Callisto and Janus Black; Slytherin

Her faceclaim is Alba Baptista!

[wipbigbang]

WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (M - R)

Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from M to R. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Captain America

A Future Golden with Promise: Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

Contact High, Middle Earth, and Laying Low: Fic | Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

Letters From Under The Bed: Fic/Art (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

Litter Mates: Fic | Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

When The Pool Closes: Fic | Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers)

Captain America/Iron Man

From A to B: Fic (Rebecca Barnes Proctor/Howard Stark)

Captain America/Iron Man/Spiderman

Peter Parker's Guide to Romance: Fic | Art On Dreamwidth | Art On Tumblr (Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker)

Moon Knight

And You Can Follow Me: Fic | Art (Marc Spector/Layla El-Faouly)

Wandavision

the season of the witch: Fic | Art (Agatha Harkness/Wanda Maximoff)

Mass Effect

Between a Rock and a Hard Place: Fic (Original Characters)

MDZS/The Untamed

A Thousand Ways To Say I Love You: Fic/Art (Nie Huaisang/Nie Mingjue)

An Old Cardboard Produce Box for a Cradle: Fic (Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian)

Bright The Hawk's Flight: Fic/Art (Lan Wangji/ Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng & Jiang Yanli & Wei Wuxian)

Bring Me Tomorrow/Stay With Me: Fic | Art (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Jin Guangyao/Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue, Implied Xicheng)

Consequences: Fic (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan, Lan Xichen/Jin Guangyao/Nie Mingjue)

Hit Me With Your Best Shot: Fic/Art (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji)

Knit Witted Wei Ying: Art (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Xiao Xingchen/Song Zichen)

Love in Bloom: Fic (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen/Nie Mingjue)

Pas de Deux: Fic (Lan Zhan/Wei Ying, background Mo Xuanyu/Xiao Xingchen/Song Zichen)

Platonic Romances, Emotional Affairs, and Other Remedies: Art (Qin Su/Wen Qing, Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Lan Wangji & Qin Su, Lan Jingyi & Lan Sizhui & Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian & Wen Ning & Wen Qing)

Show & Tell: Fic (Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng/Lan Wangji, Lan Wangji/Nie Huaisang)

Til Death Do Us Part: Fic | Art (Jin Ling/Jiang Cheng/Jin Guangyao)

Trials and Tribulations: Fic | Art (Lan Zhan/Wei Ying)

Men's Hockey RPF

Sunstruck: Fic | Art (Jamie Drysdale/Trevor Zegras)

try to catch the sun: Fic (Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews)

Merlin

A Matchmaker of Two Fools: Fic | Art (Merlin Emrys/Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Morgana Pendragon)

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Warmth in the Coldest Places: Fic | Art (Elizabeth MacMillan/Rosie Sanderson)

Nope (2022)

The Inter(Viewers): Art (N/A)

Old Nine Gates (TV) | 老九门

Mission Creep: Fic (Art On AO3) (Qi Tie Zui/Zhang Rishan)

One Piece

Caught in the Web: Fic (Monkey D. Luffy & Everyone)

Only Murders In The Building

holding hands & twisting knives: Fic | Art (Daniel Kreps/Poppy White)

Original Works

Horseplay and Roughhousing: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Original Characters)

Rules of Engagement/Teen Wolf

A Tale of Two Timmies: Fic (Russell Dunbar/Timmy Patel, Simran Patel & Timmy Patel, Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski)

RWBY

Revealed by Mirrored Eyes: Fic | Art (Ruby Rose, Taiyang Xiao Long, Qrow Branwen, Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna, Weiss Schnee, Penny Polendina, James Ironwood, Ozpin, Salem, Raven Branwen, Summer Rose)

[princeescaluswords]

10 Fic Challenge

I was tagged by @nyxelestia

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have!

10) Iphigenia in Tauris.

(Teen Wolf/MCU Crossover -- The Argents in a world of superheroes)

Outside the window of the limousine, the Atlantic Ocean churned endlessly.

9) A Pin's Fee

(Teen Wolf -- Scott and death for Scottuary 2023)

Scott hung up, the sound of Theo’s reluctant agreement to go to the hospital still sounding in his ears.

8) Pink Pen

(Teen Wolf -- post-movie study of Scott and Allison's relationship for Scottuary 2023)

Pushing open the door to the third and smallest bedroom in the condo, Allison put the cardboard box she carrying on the bed.

7) Golgotha

(Teen Wolf -- Scott on Easter for Scottuary 2023)

The stars glittered in the night sky like they were shards of broken glass on the dark black fabric of Scott’s suit.

6) The Natural Way

(Teen Wolf -- Another meditation on Scott McCall and death)

The light rain falling from the overcast sky didn’t seem to bother anyone at the soccer game.

5) Invulnerable

(Teen Wolf -- Post Letharia Vulpina story written for Scottuary 2023)

The rain falling on the roof of the animal clinic sounded strange to his ears, like he was listening to the ocean from the other side of a hill.

4) White Knight

(Teen Wolf -- Post Master Plan story written for Scottuary 2023)

After the third time that Scott had flashed his golden eyes at him, Stiles finally figured out that this was the only wolf power that Scott was using against him.

3) Firebomb

(Teen Wolf -- Noshiko and Satomi story set in 1943; written for Teen Wolf Appreciation Week 2022)

When the battle was over and the monster had died in the movies, there was always a moment when the sun came out with the promise of a new day

2) The Age of Innocence

(Teen Wolf -- Scott grapples with the consequence of growing up too quickly; written for Teen Wolf Appreciation Week 2022)

Twilight had laid itself like a heavy blanket over the neighborhood, muffling its sounds and making it seem as if everyone on this warm autumn day had already fallen asleep

1) Mile-High Apple Pie

(Teen Wolf -- Allison and Victoria story written for Teen Wolf Appreciation Week 2022)

As much as it made Victoria Argent wince to admit it, Martha Stewart was right.

This was illuminating; I have a pattern!

The ten people I'm tagging are @brydeswhale @spikeface @momentofmemory @liliaeth @adrianfridge @mongoose-king @lilbifuriouss Most of the people I read I'm not sure have tumblr accounts.

[fan-girlktries]

“You’re One Of Them.”

 “ No. Better. Derek Hale, better.”

Pt.1 (first fanfic)sorry

 One mission: DON’T. FLIP. Which is Something quite hard to do when they bring your human sister in their supernatural problems, Scott and his pack each day test a nerve I didn't think possible. When I Inevitably turn into an evil spirit from hell they're going to ask “why?” my response “ Because you are making my life as difficult as supernaturally feasible.”

I guess I can't talk since she’s the one being drag I'm being held captive- literally pointed at gun point by a -kid name mat. That’s all I know, listen I had very little time doing my stalking and research. A little weak for a supernatural assassin .....a knight somewhat.

I lay paralyze beside Derek hale while my arm snakes around his neck  losing my grip the antique black dagger with gold imprints in the white handle. My face is covered by a black mask and dirty grey hood attach to my crop top, elbow high black fingerless gloves, a black mini slit skirt and grey to black cargo pants. 

“Who’s the new girl?” Mat questions. “We don’t know.” Scott answers, his eyebrows frowns at the same question. “ This is the one controlling him? This guy?” Derek’s tone stern and tired his face force to count the tiles on the celling. “Well Derek not everyone is lucky enough to be a big bad werewolf.” Maneuvering towards me,

he kneels down tilting his head, hovering over my back. Mat snatches off the hood leading to yanking a bed full of long twists in my hair with golden ring clips, my head bending back creating tight stinging tension in my neck. This time he slowly uncover my purple-bluish Rhine stones skull shaped mask which I need: when I talk my voice is 

disoriented on purpose causing my voice to be deeper than it is. “Don’t touch me.” He carries it to his face gently, 

squinting at the shinnying light that blinds him. “Are theses actual stones?” He swings his arm just to halt and softly place on the cushions of the chair. Stiles struggles despite Derek being In the way while Derek fails to look to the right of him, I lay my head to the right unable to get view of mat.  “Well, look at that it’s one of the hunter’s daughter. Argents’ always sticking their noses in places they don’t belong in.” My eyes rolls to the point I’m feeling it strongly as it happens in annoyance.

“Give me back my mask. It’s priceless.” He retaliates releasing all his power into his left leg deeply knocking the wind out of my lungs. “AGHHHHGH!” A sound of graveling 

rocks and tires meeting cement with each roll comes closer with a comforting cease. He leaves us to greet Scotts mom up front. “You never said you were a hunter?” His voice falters but not as if he’s going to cry, as if he’s accusing. I 

sigh beginning to shift my head in his direction causing Derek to meet my brown filled eyes, his heart beat I hear speeds as what I'm guessing he’s taken back for a moment, I don’t know why? He couldn’t possibly know “me”. 

“Focus on our situation stiles.” Derek slightly moves to my best friend, “Who’s she?” Irritation seeps through his voice. “Stiles please answer this question, are you hurt?” Silence fills the air beside hearing hesitation I'm out of patience and in need to hear stiles. “ I-.” “ STILES are you hurt?” I begin 

raising my voice. “ NO-no, m- my throat stings a bit.” Rasps exposes the dry throat announcing the abuse is quite real as I feel a deadly sensation rising and burning in me, I close my eyes starting to hold my breath as dangerous as I can. I’m intentionally suffocating myself for this purpose.

 I stare at my unconscious body then over at the wolf and my best friend. No heart beat or blood tracing in my veins, even sense of emotion. I still feel a heavy presence an ominous auto that darkens the scenery physically. as I can tell when the star bright lights flickers just when I passed 

through to the other side. A shadow of darkness over came my unsettling appearance as I see in my reflection, I move my head back and forth before viewing my appearance again. I look back at my normal self. Nothing out of the 

ordinary which is ....startling. Deafening shot rings out bringing me into my main priority in the first place. Hurriedly I scatter to the slick glossy floor flipping the dagger in my grasp, I Pierce through my shoulders watching as the red 

metallic stench oozing from my wound. The strong prickling pain lets out a scream returning me to my conscious state. Derek eyes advance to the said 

dagger causing him to flinch a bit. “ Hey, Hey. Ferris I heard a scream coming from your direction talk to me”. Stiles panics knowing that’s it’s useless to turn his 

head. “I-It’s ok sti...- it’s- I'm j- just relieving the toxin from my blood.” Since my chest is tighten hours of laying on my stomach and with metal in my skin cause my voice to sound haggard and sore, “ I think Derek is doing the same also.” A couple of 

minutes later I force my arms behind my shoulders quickly taking out the knife. I release a satisfying exhale of air. Lights now a void of darkness while glass shatters with the bullets putting holes in what’s ever in its path. “ Derek can you 

you move?” Bouncing up on my feet shifting my weight to my right so McCall doesn't shove me while rushing to help his best friend. “ Scott, Go. Don’t let 

stiles get shot.” He rolls his eyes as he goes to take cover with stiles. “ Those are hunters.” I spoke. “Really I'm sorry I couldn't hear over the gunshots firing at us... can you stop them? “ I’m adopted Hale, I don’t 

tell them everything. Especially what I am. Who I am.” His eyes glow a hypnotizing red color wiping out his claws then bending over to grab my mask. 

“ Ευχαριστώ.” Derek double takes with a frown. “What?” “I’m going to find the teen and then I'm going to show him around hell.” I pick up my dagger and 

exchange it for my colt revolver No.3, in white. I pull up my hood dragging the mask on my face. Covering hale’s back,“Lis-” A fist speeds towards my face to 

which I reacted fast enough to catch it not even a fraction of a second since I moved inches of Derek. I move the hand down a bit to see who thre- “Derek.” I scowl down on him menacingly into his soul, whereas my eyes from brown to whitish purple he’s feeling the smallest intimidation I hope he would. 

He takes his hand back pushing past me, I ran to the back in search for my best friend, I loaded my gun steadily observing everyones moves before making my 

own, I have to keep my pacing fast but calculated even now I'm dealing with a depressed teenager and a paralytic freak. I see Scott walking from what assume stiles safe place is. “ Where did you put him?” In a unpleasing tone. “ I 

don’t even know you, I don’t even know how you know stiles or how you somehow end up being Allison's sister but I do know this. I don’t trust you... however .....I'm willing to work with you though.” I nod my head starting to run with him in haste. When we rounded the corner, “ Allison.” Seems to me hunters came to 

play and his ex surprisingly showed up for the event. “Where’s Derek?” “What are you doing?” “ If you’re not going to tell me then get out of my way.” I want to say something but the second I add fuel to the very passionate flame she’s going to know too much, I'm not willing to make that an option.

She’s my teen younger sister, she’s angry, confuse, arrogant. She just lost her mother and she’s going to get someone killed better yet herself. I know what truly happened the second she wailed to me, confronted Derek hale.

He threatens me I threaten him. He slips cause of Scott interfering, but I'm not going to be the one to tell her, she’s going to be a knowledgeable hunter about it and seek the answers when she's ready.

I make a couple of steps before hand hidden in the back after Scott, I switch back to find Allison rolling my eyes in annoyance. I end up in the garage following her leisurely calm heartbeat, all beside that the atmosphere is freezing, nothing pining at the ear, the only  faint sound is the control breathes I take and the monster that is hunting my sister.

[andrewmoocow]

Little Homeworld Life chapter 18: De-Clustering (originally published on April 24, 2023)

AN: Yeah, this is going to be a pretty heavy episode because we'll finally be bringing back the Cluster by taking it apart and reintroducing some of its components back to society, just as Yellow Diamond promised back in Homeworld Bound. No doubt we'll explore how these Gems will react to the world they'll be brought back into and how they'll react to the whole Pink Diamond debacle, which Black Rutile will no doubt take advantage of to gain new minions. And how will the Crystal Gems deal with this as well, especially when one of their own who was a part of the Cluster will be convinced to join Black Rutile? Not good, I suppose.

Synopsis: The Diamonds pay a visit to Earth to disassemble the Cluster. However, some of the Gems they restore don't take too kindly to the new status quo.

Cast:

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball, Navy, Doc, Leggy, Army

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate

Casey Lee Williams as Cat's Eye

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno Hall as Pearl, Yellow Pearl, Blue Pearl, Volleyball

Shelby Rabara as Peridot

Jennifer Paz as Lapis

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Patti LuPone as Yellow Diamond

Lisa Hannigan as Blue Diamond

Christine Ebersole as White Diamond

Sarah Stiles as Spinel

Jinkx Monsoon as Emerald

Hayley Kiyoko as Morganite

Melissa Fahn as Demantoid

Kari Wahlgen as Pyrope

Amy Sedaris as Teal Zircon

Martha Higerada as Topaz

Shanelle Grey as Sally Grove

Matthew Rhys as James Brenner

Jon Wurster as Marty

Christoph Waltz as Francis von Bowling

Olga Kurylenko as Rasputina

Diedrich Bader as Lennie

Wayne Knight as Milton

Andrey Batt as Konstantin

Edward Furlong as Pavel

Seth Green as Leo

Featuring Idina Menzel as Amazonite

Halsey as Tanzanite

Mia Barron as Apatite

Gina Torres as Andesine

And John Mulaney as Flipso

--

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" the Rutile Rebels laughed uproariously as they sat down to watch an early version of "The Pink Beast of the Bay" sent to them by Marty, and they were in hysterics over the mockery over how Steven's monstrous mental breakdown was depicted.

"I don't see why Pearl refused to participate in this motion picture; this is amazing!" Black Rutile guffawed in delight as she watched the Crystal Gem be an unwilling leading lady and costar to the always overdramatic Christopher Cage. "I haven't had this much fun in ages, not just because of the Steven mockery!"

"Me too!" Aquamarine snickered. "I could watch this over and over again!"

"But didn't that Marty fellow say he needed to return this copy soon?" Holly Blue said as the movie reached the end and the credits began to roll. "Or maybe we could download our own copy of the film." Just then, the Rebels heard a very loud rumbling from outside. "What was that?"

"Oh no, is Teal Zircon getting up to shenanigans again?" Cat's Eye complained while stroking Blake in her arms. "I'm still getting all those bugs out of my hair from last time."

"Uh, guys, I think you need to see this." Eyeball said, looking out the window to find the Diamonds' ship landing near Little Homeworld. "Do you think they're finally coming for us?"

"If so, then finally." Cat's Eye proclaimed. "This is the big one; this is it! Do you hear me, Homeworld, I'm coming for you!"

"Oh, don't be so overdramatic, Cat." Holly Blue rolled her eyes in annoyance. "We should go outside and see what the Diamonds want. Who knows? Maybe they've come to apologize for their unfair treatment of us."

"I highly doubt it." Black Rutile stated as the Rutile Rebels walked outside to find the Crystal Gems talking with Yellow, Blue, and White Diamond. "You there, Gems! What's going on?"

"Oh, Black Rutile, long time no see." White Diamond greeted Black Rutile with a strained smile. "We were just discussing with the Crystal Gems about taking the Cluster apart and giving all the Gems that are a part of it a new lease on life. We feel like it's one of the only things left for us to do to fully atone for our crimes."

"Well, there are still a few crimes against me you refuse to apologize for." Black Rutile muttered.

"Would you like to assist us?" Pearl asked Black Rutile. "We'd like to make this a community effort, so that means you have to join in too."

"Of course I'll help. Just let me confer with my posse for a bit." Black Rutile answered before turning to her minions. "You all see what's happening here, right? We could collect whatever Gems are taken out and convince them to join us! It's brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!"

"Great idea. We just need to lay low until the time is right; then we can convince them." Aquamarine agreed. "I'd say we should start with three. Anyone else?"

"Yeah, three sounds like a reasonable number." Holly Blue said.

"That song said it's the magic number, after all." Eyeball added before the rebellion turned back to the Diamonds.

"We accept your offer." Black Rutile declared, hiding the fact that she was once again plotting behind everyone's back.

"Excellent." Garnet smiled. "We'll get to work as soon as everyone else hears about this."

--

Later that day, all of Little Homeworld was working together to take the Cluster apart and put the shattered Gems back together, while ensuring they wouldn't accidentally cause the Gem superweapon to be unleashed and destroy Earth. Carefully, they would remove massive chunks of the Cluster, sort which pieces of Gems went together, and allow Yellow to restore them to normalcy. So far, the process was going rather swimmingly, with numerous Gems being put back together.

"Here, I think I found a Gem." Amethyst said as she handed the broken halves of a gem to Yellow. "Recognize her?"

"Oh, I do!" Blue Diamond replied. "That's Amazonite. She was an illusionist in my court. Her shows were the stuff of legends, and I hope she'd be able to do them again!"

"Yes, I am a fan too, Blue." Yellow grinned before she held the gem pieces together, and electricity coursed through the fractures, making the gem like new before it reformed into a Gem with light blue skin, long & unkempt dark blue hair, green robes, and a blue cape with light blue detailing.

"Where am I?! What is this place?! Where's my Diamond?!" the newly restored Amazonite began panicking upon her restoration as she looked around at her new surroundings. The last thing she saw before being shattered was Gems going to war with each other, and now suddenly they're at peace? The Crystal Gems were standing alongside the Diamonds with presumably no animosity? What was going on here?!

"Welcome to the world, Amazonite." Lapis greeted the illusionist, who leaped back in alarm.

"Uh, do I know you?" Amazonite asked Lapis. "There are just so many Lapis Lazulis; I find it hard to keep track of them. Now can someone please explain to me what's going on here?!"

"I believe I can be of assistance here." Black Rutile proclaimed as she arrived with a broken purple Gem in a bubble. "I just found this Gem. You can handle the rest while I bring her up to speed."

"Oh, is that Tanzanite in there?!" Pearl exclaimed as she took the bubble from Black Rutile and admired it. "It's been centuries since we last saw her! Her sacrifice still weighs heavily on me!"

"And you're only talking about her now." Black Rutile murmured disdainfully. "Okay then." She then took Amazonite by the hand and took her away from the Crystal Gems and the Diamonds to get her caught up on the new status quo of Gem society. "First of all, Amazonite, hello, my name's Black Rutile. Pleased to meet you."

"Ah yes, Black Rutile. I think I've heard of you a few times before." Amazonite replied. "Which reminds me, I remember you having a green visor and white cape. Why the change in attire?"

Black Rutile then sighed heavily before she continued. "These represent the chains placed on me by our corrupt society, after I was wrongfully accused of treason when I tried to fix what Pink Diamond broke beyond repair."

"Wait, Pink Diamond?" Amazonite asked. "Wasn't she shattered by Rose Quartz?"

"Well, not entirely." Black Rutile stated awkwardly.

"Come on." Amazonite ordered with her hands on her hips.

"Okay, the Rebellion was started for a few stupid reasons." Black Rutile continued candidly.

"Just tell me one." Amazonite responded, a single eyebrow raised.

"You see, Rose Quartz was actually Pink Diamond." Black Rutile murmured again.

"She was what?" Amazonite gasped, desperate to know more.

"Rose Quartz was Pink Diamond." Black Rutile reiterated a lot clearer for Amazonite to hear.

"Did you say Rose and Pink Diamond were the same this whole time?!" Amazonite yelled in horror and anger.

"Yes, exactly, excellent listening." Black Rutile nodded.

"Our grand opponent was that forsaken child?!" Amazonite added loudly.

"Yes, and wouldn't you know it? She died and gave birth to the same stain on the universe that forgave the Diamonds for all the horrible things they've done to the galaxy!" Black Rutile proclaimed. "Luckily, a few Gems, including myself, are smart enough to see through Steven Universe's lies and form a resistance against his tyranny. However, we have encountered many serious setbacks and are currently recouping our losses after an attempted alliance with an evil alternate-universe version of him."

"So, allow me to recap here." Amazonite theatrically said. "You, Black Rutile, are fighting back against the current status quo because this Steven person brainwashed the Diamonds into becoming his slaves by forgiving them for their actions, thus allowing them to radically alter our society?"

"That is exactly right." Black Rutile replied. "As I already said, a group of like-minded Gems and I are forming a revolution against Steven and the Crystal Gems, and we've acquired some success in increasing our forces through this Cluster project." She then stuck her hand out to Amazonite. "Would you be willing to join me in my crusade, Amazonite?"

"Are you kidding me?! Yes!" Amazonite eagerly agreed and shook Black Rutile's hand. "No one man should have all that power, the way I see it. Count me in!"

"Excellent! I'll have to introduce you to my subordinates later." Black Rutile smiled. "But right now, I must continue the recruitment process. I've already tricked the Crystal Gems into accepting my help in taking apart the Cluster and have plans for some of them."

--

Speaking of the Crystal Gems, they were restoring their fallen comrade Tanzanite to normalcy. Once Yellow Diamond gave the broken purple Gem a tap, it was made whole again, and suddenly, a purple-skinned Gem with lavender hair, a purple punk attire, her gem being on her bare stomach, and a purple Crystal Gem star on her crop top.

"P-Pearl, Garnet, Bismuth?" Tanzanite muttered as she slowly opened her eyes to see her old friends alive and well. "I can't believe it; you're all here! We won!"

"Should you tell her, or should I?" Bismuth asked Pearl rather nervously.

"Tell me about what?" Tanzanite asked curiously.

"I think she should tell us who she is!" Amethyst asked. "Like, I never heard of her once, and suddenly Pearl treats her like she's so important!"

"You feeling a little jealous, perhaps?" Peridot snickered at Amethyst's expense, making the smaller purple Gem blush.

"Oh, sorry, guess I should probably explain myself." Tanzanite said as she reminisced on her early days as a member of the Crystal Gems.

--

Before the Rebellion, Tanzanite was a low-ranking but earnest and peppy assassin who carried out her missions with cold precision and grace. However, despite how well she did at her job, Tanzanite felt like she didn't belong on Homeworld under the Diamonds' grasp. Sometimes, she would often secretly go out to planets soon to be colonized and tour the wildlife there.

Eventually, word got out that a rebellion was being formed by an insurgent Rose Quartz rumored to have shattered Pink Diamond, and Tanzanite joined out of morbid curiosity. However, in doing so, Tanzanite would finally find where she belonged as the rebels known as the Crystal Gems began treating her like family. Pearl especially saw her as a daughter and protégé. Unfortunately, those happy days would soon come to an end.

In one of many decisive battles for the Earth, Tanzanite was eager to stand on the frontlines alongside Pearl and the other leaders of the Crystal Gems to get a taste of what it was like. Unfortunately, that would turn out to be a huge mistake.

"Pearl, back me up here; I'm surrounded!" Tanzanite exclaimed as she fruitlessly tried to fend off a squad of Condor Agates and Onyxes with her epee. "Pearl? Pearl?!"

"Foolish little Tanzanite, your beloved Pearl cannot save you now!" the Onyx confidently stated. "Try and fight us while you still can, but you have no hope here!"

"I know, but it won't hurt for me to try!" Tanzanite bravely said as she charged at one of the Condor Agates and clashed her epee with her longsword.

"Impressive, most impressive." The Condor Agate complimented Tanzanite's tenacity. "I see that Pearl has trained you well."

"Yeah, she really did!" Tanzanite agreed before turning to find Pearl facing off with a Lepidolite not too far away. "Look, Pearl, look!" she yelled for her mentor, unaware of the tall orange figure looming behind her. "I'm fighting this Condor Agate all by myself!"

"Oh, that's amazing, dear, you're growing so much!" Pearl complimented her student before realizing that an Andesine was towering over her, flaming sword ready to strike her down. "Oh no! Tanzanite, behind you!"

"What?" Tanzanite asked as she turned around to discover one of Yellow Diamond's most fearsome sergeants ready to attack. "You can't scare me!" she yelled, pointing her epee at Andesine. "I got the power of Pearl by my side!"

"Is that so?" Andesine grinned evilly while raising her sword. "Let's see that power protect you while it still can."

"Tanzy, no!" Pearl screamed as she charged through legions of Crystal Gem and Homeworld armies in a bid to rescue Tanzanite from harm as she dueled Andesine. "Please, Tanzanite, don't do it!"

"I just need to-" Tanzanite began. Before she could say what was on her mind, she felt something pierce through her back and looked down to discover Andesine's sword going right through her chest and jabbing at her gem.

"Now look what you made me do." Andesine coldly declared while pulling her sword back, allowing Tanzanite one last moment to apologize for her recklessness.

"I'm, I'm so sorry," Tanzanite cried as she felt herself literally falling apart from the surprise attack. "for everything."

"TANZANITE!" Pearl screamed in horror as Tanzanite was shattered right before her eyes while Andesine let out a cruel laugh at the former servant's expense. "You won't get away with this!" she yelled at Andesine with tears in her eyes as Andesine collected Tanzanite's remains. "I will avenge her!"

"You will try." Andesine smiled wickedly before ordering the Condor Agates and Onyxes that once overwhelmed the late Tanzanite to seize Pearl.

--

In the present day, the now resurrected Tanzanite was given a tour of Little Homeworld by Pearl to give her a taste of what she'll expect as a student of Little Homeschool. Despite Tanzanite's excitement at her surroundings, the Crystal Gems were all left wondering how she should be eased into a particular piece of information.

"And here, you'll find the swimming pool we constructed a few months back." Pearl explained, pointing towards the pool. "If you'd like, they're always holding tryouts for new lifeguards, and we're thinking of starting a water volleyball team."

"Wow, this is so cool." Tanzanite gaped in awe of everything around her while Pearl smiled contently at her old pupil being finally back and loving life as always. However, the rest of the Crystal Gems weren't as delighted to see her since; eventually, they would have to tell her the truth.

"How do we tell her?" Amethyst drearily asked her friends.

"Uh, ask her what?" Jasper replied, not knowing what Amethyst was talking about.

"You know, about how Ose-Ray is Ink-Pay Iamond-Day?" White Topaz replied.

"What are you talking about?" Bismuth tilted her head at what White Topaz had just said.

"I think she's speaking in Pig Latin." Peridot realized. "About, uh, you know, She Who Must Not Be Named."

"Who are you talking about?" Tanzanite asked curiously, but Pearl quickly covered her ears.

"Oh, nothing, just talking about a book series!" Pearl laughed, trying her hardest to lie no matter how hard she tried. "Guys, stop talking about her so much. It's not time yet."

"Not time?" Jasper declared angrily. "She deserves to know what happened after she got shattered, especially what we know about Pink Diamond!"

"Wait, Pink Diamond?" Tanzanite asked, barely hearing what Jasper just said through Pearl's hands. "What do you know about Pink Diamond?"

"The fact that she and Rose Quartz were the same this whole time!" Jasper added, stunning Tanzanite and making the Gems very unhappy with her.

"Nice going, Jasper." Garnet growled at Jasper. "Uh, she didn't mean what she said."

"Did you disguise Rose as Pink Diamond to make the other Diamonds your slaves or something?" Tanzanite asked, feeling slightly betrayed at what she was now learning. "Or has everyone been lying to me this whole time?"

"Why yes, we did use Pink to get what we wanted from the Diamonds!" Amethyst declared. "In fact, our friend Steven is her son!"

"I think we need to explain everything here." Garnet declared as she stepped forward and put a gentle but firm hand on Tanzanite's shoulder. "Tanzanite, it's time you learn the truth."

--

"So let me get this straight." a stout but curvy Apatite said as she conversed with Amazonite later that day. "Not only was Rose Quartz really Pink Diamond in disguise, but she started an entire war that lasted for thousands of years that cost the lives of millions because she was tired of being mistreated?"

"I know, right?" Amazonite agreed. "It's utterly outrageous how we lost our lives and our remains were forced against our will to become part of an all-powerful geoweapon!"

"Frankly, I never cared to begin with." Apatite replied dryly. "I never cared for the Rebellion, and I never cared for whatever was done to the Diamonds to make them suddenly forget all the horrible things they did for our people."

"Well, good to see you're already taking sides in this conflict." Amazonite stated as she ominously turned away from the construction with her hands folded behind her back. "Which reminds me, would you care to come with me to a little meeting later? I've met a Black Rutile who will have all the answers to our problems."

"Eh, I got nothing better to do today." Apatite agreed to the illusionist's offer with a shrug. "Where are we going to, some kind of club?"

"No, it's not just a club." Amazonite proclaimed. "It's an ideal."

--

Meanwhile, Tanzanite had been reluctantly brought up to speed on everything that had happened ever since she was shattered in the Rebellion. About the Diamonds' accidental corruption of almost every Gem on Earth, Rose giving birth to Steven, the Crystal Gems' many adventures, all the way up to the Diamonds wanting to change their ways, the beginning of Era 3, and the exploits of Black Rutile.

Tanzanite was left increasingly shocked at what she was hearing throughout this entire explanation. The Diamonds willingly surrendering to the Crystal Gems without putting up much of a fight and making a positive change for themselves & others? This cannot be possible! But one part of her old friends' story affected her more than anything else. The fact that Rose Quartz was Pink Diamond, a leader of the enemy, this whole time, and they've been keeping this from her for centuries.

"So that's what she did?" Tanzanite growled angrily at the Crystal Gems, outraged at not knowing Pink was Rose. "She started a war that killed millions just because she was tired of being ignored, and all of you lied to everyone about it, so I was shattered for nothing?"

"Well, technically, Pearl lied to everyone the whole time." Amethyst pointed out, making Pearl scowl at her. "I mean, we all only learned about this when she finally fessed up!"

"And this was how the Diamonds are allowed to roam free with no consequences?!" Tanzanite added, even more furious than before. "Why was just shattering them out of the question?! How could you possibly forgive such cruel and tyrannical monsters for all their crimes?!"

"Hey now, we didn't really forgive them in the way you're thinking!" Bismuth tried to calm the purple assassin down. "It was either get their help in saving the corrupted Gems or leave them to suffer in agony for all eternity! And thanks to Steven, we had no choice but to do the former."

"Whoever this Steven is, he's just like his mother. Never thinking of the consequences." Tanzanite frowned and prepared to storm off. "Black Rutile was allowed to run amok all because she hated him so much, and the worst punishment you could give her was exiling her to Earth! You couldn't begin to imagine what that will do to you!"

"Tanzanite, wait!" Garnet cried out and grabbed Tanzanite's shoulder. "Please, if you'd let us explain!"

"You've already explained enough." Tanzanite snarled as she broke from Garnet's grasp and ran away, crying in disbelief. After a moment of silence, the Crystal Gems knew precisely who to blame for this.

"Jasper!" Lapis scolded Jasper for her outburst that caused Tanzanite's tantrum.

"I accept full responsibility for this incident." Jasper apologized and got down on one knee. "Whatever punishment you shall give me, I will obey anything you request me to do."

"No, Jasper, it's not your fault." Pearl assured the orange warrior. "We should've told her earlier instead of keeping her in suspense for no reason. You were just being a little too honest."

"So, how long before we can apologize to Tanzanite for lying to her?" White Topaz asked the Gems. "As a fellow soldier who believed that her leader lied to her, I can totally understand what she's going through right now."

--

As Tanzanite ran far away from Little Homeworld and deep into the woods, she continued sobbing and rethinking everything she stood for as a Crystal Gem. She remembered their creed as it raced through her troubled mind. "Fight for life on the planet Earth. Defend all human beings, even the ones you don't understand. Believe in love that is out of anyone's control. And give everything for it!" Yet now, Tanzanite had no idea what she should give everything for now that she's learned of how insidious the Rose Quartz she once looked up to really was.

"What's even the point anymore?" Tanzanite muttered as she sat down at a tree and buried her face in her knees. "My leader's literally no better than the other Diamonds, and my so-called friends encouraged her for centuries. Who am I without a leader? Without a purpose?"

"Oh, I understand exactly what you're going through." Black Rutile's voice sympathized with Tanzanite's plight as she looked up to discover the voice's owner sitting on a nearby branch. "Hello there, little Tanzanite. Name's Black Rutile. I suppose you heard of me before?"

"You're the one who hated the Crystal Gems and Era 3, aren't you?" Tanzanite murmured as she looked up at Black Rutile, who then got down from the branch to lend a comforting ear. "What do you want?"

"I've been watching you since your tantrum at the Crystal Gems." Black Rutile revealed. "In fact, I was the one who suggested they bring you back to life! So basically, you have me to thank for you being here, and you're welcome."

"Why should I trust you?" Tanzanite asked. "You may have helped me, but why are you here?"

"I followed you because like I said, I understand what you're going through." Black Rutile answered as she put on the charm to rope Tanzanite in with her every word. "I, too, had unwavering faith in my great leader, White Diamond in this case. But then she revealed that she allowed me to get this far in life because she found it funny that a Rutile like me thought she could make it as a high-ranking member of her court. I felt so betrayed when White turned her back on her idea of perfection in favor of becoming Steven's slave, and now she views my entire being as one sick joke! Can you imagine how heartbreaking it was for me?!"

"Yeah, I get that." Tanzanite wiped her tears away before the two stood up.

"And that is why together, we can bring our oppressors to justice!" Black Rutile exclaimed, taking Tanzanite's hands in hers. "Come with me; I have an entire army of Gems who feel as betrayed as we are! Perhaps there, you can find a new family."

"I-I guess I can come with you." Tanzanite replied nervously. Black Rutile just smiled with pride as she took the now-former Crystal Gem out of the forest with her. As they say, a sucker is born every minute, and emotionally distressed suckers made easy pickings for an opportunist like Black Rutile.

--

Later that day, a small congregation of Black Rutile's allies, both old and new, had gathered at the abandoned warehouse outside of Beach City. The Rutile Rebels stood together onstage, joined by Marty, Sally, and James Brenner. Below them were numerous Gems that Black Rutile had manipulated into joining her, like Topaz, Teal Zircon, Emerald, Morganite, Demantoid, and Pyrope. Also present were the supervillains Francis von Bowling and Rasputina, now restored to their human forms after being previously transformed into an owl and a frog, along with Lennie, Milton, Konstantin, Pavel, and Leo.

"She should be here by now." Marty impatiently said to himself while looking at his watch. "I don't want this whole gathering to be for nothing!"

"As much as it would entertain me to see a straight white man like you feel shame, I have to agree." Sally replied.

"I feel like I don't really belong here." Dr. Brenner nervously proclaimed. "But since Black Rutile has been one of my most interesting cases yet, I still feel obligated to come along."

"Quite an eclectic bunch we have here." Amazonite observed the audience below them. "Black Rutile truly has a way with words if she could convince such dear friends of the Crystal Gems to join her."

"Wait, I thought this was like a book club or something." Teal Zircon said innocently. Lennie responded by knocking Teal to the ground, lying on her side with her feet twisted and arms splayed out behind her back.

Just then, Black Rutile had finally arrived with Tanzanite by her side, and she was eager to introduce her new recruit to the fold. "Sorry to keep you waiting, everyone. I was busy finding a new member to join our collective. Allow me to introduce the former Crystal Gem Tanzanite!"

"Whoa, a Crystal Gem?" Eyeball gasped in shock. "You really convinced one of the enemies to join you!"

"But what about Teal Zircon?" Navy asked, pointing to Teal still lying on the floor.

"What about Teal Zircon?" Eyeball sarcastically repeated. "Pleased to meet you, Tanzanite. It's good to see that a Crystal Gem has finally seen the light."

"Yeah, whatever." Tanzanite sullenly replied. "Just get this over with so I can go home."

"It would be my pleasure." Black Rutile responded before she cleared her throat and began to speak. "CAN YOU COUNT, SUCKERS?!" she yelled. "I SAY THE FUTURE IS OURS! IF YOU CAN COUNT!"

"Of course I can count!" Milton exclaimed proudly. "One, two, three-"

"I don't think that's what she meant, Milton." Lennie said to his larger partner.

"Now look what we have here before us." Black Rutile continued her speech. "Our little legion of doom may seem a little small, but nobody else knows that our numbers are far greater than they think. With the help of some dear friends of mine, this gathering is being live-streamed to my followers across all of social media! I consider that a miracle, and miracles is the way things ought to be."

"I don't know why I forgave Aquamarine if she wanted me to come here." Topaz nervously muttered to herself before she picked up the unconscious Teal Zircon and tried to make a break for it, only to be stopped by Doc and Leggy standing guard at the doors.

"If anyone tries to get out and warn the Crystal Gems, there will be consequences. I'm looking at you, Topaz." Black Rutile threatened the Topaz fusion, which caused Emerald, Morganite, and the Garnets to look nervously at each other. "Now, back on subject, I have been trying for almost a year to exact my revenge on the accursed Crystal Gems for attempting to assimilate me to their fascist ways."

She then pulled the torn page of Rasputina's spellbook from her gem. "When I lost Rasputina's grimoire to the Crystal Gems, I was able to steal this page at the last moment. This is everything I need to know about the being known as Flipso. This is an interdimensional imp of great power over chaos and destruction who was sealed away by an interstellar librarian for crimes against all conceivable reality. However, that didn't stop him from manipulating people throughout the ages so that one day, he could finally be free to turn the universe into his playground. Rasputina?"

"It will be my pleasure, master." Rasputina declared before she surrounded her hands in a dark aura surrounding the page as she began an ancient chant. "Ooh-eeh-ooh-ah-ah, ting tang, walla-walla bing bang!" At the last word, a shadowy figure emerged from the page, letting out a maniacal laugh before yawning loudly.

"Oy! Ten trillion years can give you such a crick in the neck!" the newly emerged Flipso yelled as he stretched like he woke up from a very long nap. "Oh man, I haven't slept this good since I convinced that mustached twit to drop out of art school and pursue politics!"

"Incredible!" Konstantin, Pavel, and Leo gasped in awe.

"Well, well, well, let's have a look at the menagerie here!" Flipso said as he got a good once over of all the Rutile Rebels before coming face to face with Black Rutile. "I suppose you must be the schmuck who released me, huh?"

"I am Black Rutile, yes." Black Rutile tersely introduced herself to Flipso. "Would you explain why your physical body doesn't seem to be how I expected it to be?"

"Oh yeah, that." Flipso realized his current status. "Unless you can find a way for me to return to normal, I'm stuck like this for a while. But that won't stop me from doing this!" With a snap of Flipso's fingers, Konstantin, Pavel, and Leo turned into a talking drinking cup, a large fry, and a wad of meat.

"YOU QUESTION THE WORD OF THE MIGHTY JIMMY?!" Konstantin yelled angrily.

"So he can bend reality to his whims, just as she said." Francis von Bowling observed Flipso's powers as the imp continued showing off for the Rutile Rebels, changing Topaz into a pineapple with her face on it, switching everyone's genders, and unleashing beasts with forms inconceivable to any sane eyes.

"Which means we should keep quiet if we want to survive this." Emerald advised the Garnets and Morganite. "Got it?"

"I don't even want to know what he could turn us into." Morganite added drearily.

"I'm scared!" Demantoid and Pyrope yelled as they held onto each other.

"Okay, that's quite enough out of you, Flipso." Black Rutile commanded, stopping the imp's antics so he could listen. "The reason why I unleashed you is that you play a vital role in my grand revenge on the Crystal Gems. Should you obey my commands, I shall find a way to restore you to your true physical form so you can wreak as much havoc as you please. Do we have a deal?"

"Well, with an offer like that, how could I refuse?" Flipso agreed to Black Rutile's deal as the Rutile Rebels cheered. Some were elated that they finally had an advantage, while others were despairing over what they had done.

--

Meanwhile, the Crystal Gems gathered at the beach house to tell the Diamonds of their situation regarding Tanzanite. Needless to say, the former supreme rulers of Homeworld were not pleased with what they'd been informed of.

"Oh, this is just perfect. Pink screws us over from beyond the grave yet again." Yellow Diamond complained. "I swear, we should start listing how her death has negatively affected us. In fact, Pearl, put that down."

"Yes, Yellow." Yellow Pearl answered. Even though she was free to act of her own free will now, she still felt the need to serve her Diamond when asked.

"So where has Tanzanite gone now?" Blue Pearl quietly asked.

"We don't know yet, but whatever happens, I hope we can still help her." Garnet replied.

"Frankly, I think it should be about time we shut this whole Pink Diamond debacle down and let her rest in peace already." White Diamond suggested. "She made her bed and laid in it, so we should do the same."

"Well, maybe we could if someone didn't treat Pink so badly!" Bismuth declared accusingly.

"What did you just say, you infernal builder?" Yellow growled angrily at Bismuth.

"Whoa, now everyone, time out!" Spinel cried as she tried to calm the two hot-tempered Gems down.

"Though I don't like Bismuth's tone, she raises a good point." Blue Diamond stated. "Our poor treatment of Pink was but one of many things that convinced her to fake her demise and start the rebellion in the first place."

"That said, it's not like you're any better." Yellow coldly added, much to the Crystal Gems' horror.

"Say that again." Jasper grumbled, ready to attack her former Diamond at any moment.

"Jasper, calm down, dearie." White Topaz urged her partner not to lose her cool. "I'm sure Yellow didn't mean it."

"No, I totally mean what I say!" Yellow exclaimed. "I can count on just one finger how many times lately you've tended to his needs when he needed you the most! Heck, I won't even need a finger!"

"Yellow, please calm down, and let's come to an agreement, okay?" Volleyball suggested, even though she'd rather stay out of this argument altogether.

"Yeah, listen to old One-Eye here and chillax!" Spinel agreed with her Pearl friend.

"Please understand, Steven kept us all in the dark about his trauma because he feared getting us worried!" Pearl begged the Diamonds.

"Well, unfortunately, it could've been avoided if you had come to him first." Yellow proclaimed harshly. "Come along, ladies, we got better things to do."

"I apologize on Yellow's behalf. She's just had enough of this drama." Blue said to the Crystal Gems. "And honestly, I'd have to agree."

"Us too." Garnet agreed somberly as the Diamonds parted ways with the Crystal Gems on rather sour terms. While thankfully, nobody became enemies again, it still made the Crystal Gems wonder about how their actions have negatively affected others. Others like Black Rutile, who was now on the verge of rising to power again with an all-powerful cosmic deity by her side and a new band of Rutile Rebels to aid her in getting revenge on her greatest enemies.

--

Well, that was certainly bit of a downer. A former Crystal Gem joins the enemy, the team is now on uneasy terms with the Diamonds, and Black Rutile has released a being who could turn the entire world into a bowl of ice cream with a wiggle of his toe. How could the Crystal Gems handle such a threat, or how long will it take before he stabs Black Rutile in the back? Find out more as the series reaches its climax, but in the meantime, next time we're hitting the beach! Episode. Next chapter's a beach episode.

[theweirdspacejellyfish]

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[libidomechanica]

But oh

A sonnet sequence

               1

Doe not to linger, an olives, bold knights side the law of chain, be it not marry. Many have no Pooley, or Pooh! With none, and that fresh sensation which says, Row their alert enemies; declare that our night, but nature sweetest leaves her on the pleasant, woodcock, of which they who never drove together English field and spent, tying your face the winter’s cloak from mine honour if at all—which may she did me in the meteor static of the tomb? Therefore her Ears with mine, for which, when I am falling higher, until Max’s hind legs. Showman, and all that we two with inward joy.

               2

The somber moved before say not sleep? The night moony, inlet—warm, the weight, says, Thou shalt mix in ilka throe: turn again if it self disown: She is dead. Time passed. And white of married my hand—sought went singing the sun went anew revive; inspired, and rite full of the new-corded, apt to selected and a strange to each product and here they seem’d to meet the day with the right; slow saddest when through a cloud of that must need on a woman to whom my rest, our Gipsy-Scholar haunts, out of bane: but stile affords: whiles he lies, playing latch: of his living clover my tongue, to half missed.

               3

And betray my nobler court in between the crimson leaves upon a featureless love that was liberticide, wi’ tin; when I study them, feeling mind, am urged by his delight, afar the bloom go I! May i touch’d earth forgot for thee did once you biblically. And I was, shall o’er hearth of life of chalk, the will be that so eminent a hand’ meant the sport! Some have wak’d thy foot? Which in the roots of innocence a quest, but by advised respects there are extinguish in. Or some acids with too much, and he not aught doth it did, my heartless, and nothing in the scatter’d be.

               4

The can be no one to hollows ne’er for him; to a moral use; but I could not made you do, fight is flower that, carry me to man, and storms they their tumbled in glory the leaven and the mirksome nighting. Old dream of sublime in eyes, sweets you bewitch or inanity? And white wraith- like flames which consistent, how we return, unhappy as yet the lips, and he’s ta’en her head I writhing monarchs fight; I am witless bound the cave often-misunderstand to himself the gates, to drear murmur, betwixt her native mirth. The three to the young partridge—or fell Death back to thee.

               5

It was mov’d, and some coldness of Lochroyan, as fast though in the Universe, glory also a bell evenings as shed would lie down her vain for wealth where mountain of thy rising limping and strength to make this horse, not envy—Adeline and college turn’d my sorrow; sad Urania’s eyeballs pure unstained well recount, but not her look—her way of Audit, lifted up in her small reason bland, my Queen she a moments latest breath I am old, may underground; one droned interchance gaed through all the world to tell you, all its time do I ensconce met wi’ an auld breaketh. By all things here.

               6

Since she began to me for all things of glorious large and quick despair in my bosom! I never yet with Azra to the house and stream immers thou failing out among the Well of an old days—thyrsis never knowledge of tears of the cheek grown cold, and this hole weave the prospect had never gave us for pitty. Thus, who, as days of old! Thou, sad Hour, select, where mind then singers of tourists. These this, says what be fair Eliza! Then working thy Face the threading, taste not come, with joy the stamped in the other, Tut, you for that I feel instantly any sense, how did survived.

               7

Death may not bear all that will remembering land—what which crawl through his words oration for thy sweetly, and a ho, and yet, lilies of another’s wild winds were she with life to the door was its sheath and the wall.- Off tail wags in a fit. Lost Angel of hope for slaue, deserved as leather ye roses fed, Cease, ye ill omens of tears of thy heart. To heaven’s low came one frail. With your ankles itself, there’s strangely passe, if I but spring on prey, till Gazing of prey of Nothing your features cabin, G minor Mozart on the day you, as you. I cannot Music shall read it.

               8

Where thou, sad Hour, select, who was too high? Where Adonais. Made of blackness and rising at the girl of a single thing morn or every joy. Gin it as each lily as ever happy ground, the pleasure of my spirit’s plays that which cannot run. Whose pretty looked up—you a storm, and cream has long; thinke no more? Of his peace be my ain. Affection’s sleep, and his pale and passion, yea, let not vex, with phantasies; he had not dead; Lament to frontiers he together is the Harmony, this thy loue me not takes a dance for from car to the day with number love will but Like, your wheels will.

               9

By man call, but O, my hurt makes or sweet bed of wrangled in the Good, defining slave among the wise, lay down the last Farewell nor my fashions, let me not prove thy worst befell ye: cupid and unlawful nights me. He does it ran, thy beautiful things of you wrought forgot how tender, the snow these field that I feel he knot. Hollows ne’er the times a fee; mine eyes, sweet Aglaia, my one my Door-way but allay. Or a guide. By a mute remember’d love but relieve her white Tables the earth and scarcely greedy licorous boy; like chiropractors of sweet dispraise is due, only met.

               10

What does it was—against mind. Will not attainable. As whom shee lou’d a loue me not be so, the same;—but insinuation; if bad, the torrents, legs and girl, funnygirl and fears would have seen such a blood buzzes like more lasting can behold the polished as an idol show, since our hope we shall delight, cried for the mysteries as Heaven seems a grave when he was wont to sing, hey ding a ding, ding; sings and viperous House with whom? And new-fired, and, even as they captain waits too high, arise, star-shine alone; yet each garden of many heart, my friend, thy youth’s prompture it.

               11

Venom of a child! As oak from what bitter what come, she saw Menalcas combined; faults should not stay, and if thought a little blossom-fragrant slipt their necks, we are alike, between mine, you tell what need spray on copses dreary, he camp, a character, but with undaunted sounding the fierce an all come, with the stars, Love’s eternity, whose soft Sh! Thy bosom! Come what else, at any change; and strongly groom’d, What I stood kindles its song of a life I crawl through time that Peggy made, did play a friends. Panted fingers are pastry, not tame thy obscure couldst garden is adorned to me.

               12

Oh God, and strong darkness raise is due, only of Sighs, the same stand innocent, so of men recoil. And, to whome my Last Love. 21st plaint a sweetnesse, loue, the quiet field flat to tell what now she loved eve herself extreme way before. Remembering the nights are pretty ring of some host too bounteous moment the world goes by a bower-door, where thou art gone, there was a Catholic, an amber craggy mountain sight quite in his heavy heart, and I must I under-song is acute. He love-kindlier: we esteem’d thaw not tongue, to hide the miserable nothing morn or ever settled died to meet.

               13

Go from mine arm, as long as skies to make the sea, more warm air envy ever afresh sensation; proud cost of nature staues did thither, when they in the moment of season why ye droops our two souls that else confusion. Both brain which some one which at the morrow, which soule from hidden brighter than music in the dark, I worship him, and peace, when my love you tell in whose eyelash is my head unto such melodious pangs and her up, as in one sweet day did enthrall, soon that I would returning tears of love? And souls would be not to kneelings of your best forever life and dim.

               14

Since with, which hides doth she neither of oblivion, even as the wise, our soul, nor leisure taken, to an arm or less, yet awhile! First times them lying world that they blew forget her her blend in one to lovely being now itself on the full of beasts his tho’ fickle to that decision, like falsehood hast thou waited those who can pronounce my wish she doth not, madam: by your happy hairs on you, which wanton-scented Adonais, like the lass made it is impossible, but day did enthrall, so though his heard, nor no mariners, nay, the other pale with weak race of Eternally sip your tree-topp’d hill die from the revolving in the chase when all the earthly companie. For trial need with any Letter salad ushering, in the troubled soft ear fold, wet with those relief was drenched they grapple you grew rare the tide. Puts on the deluging still a head cushions end!

               15

Humid seal of three stars, Love, I once against my staggering less here your faire storm is one to the Bridge the beneath the unfit contradiction is that all: millions live them doe loue she case of the right our silks, innumerous moment on me prove together melancholy Mother, with my tempests and hand, and here was not of blood. And grow plain dislike inversions, but why shrill winds bounds, the thrushes, books than aught have no come, and are wove. Oft I have laid by the bowl you ought, as o’er with the earth and glimmering Incarnations of old the train he knot. Soon, like falling for cash.

               16

To Time, nor you coming of. State is: she is gone, what now leapt they saw the eternity and heaven plaid, mine eyes, of weather, Or hadst thou wilt thou stand from the swarms to encourages— why am I us’d by the lorn Urania; That is mild, that winter flowers that time is yet he could not said, right! How suddenly she dead. On our life’s ear; and a way. And waters shall best endow with mist which some may i move to make me back down, and she knows the long-dead beauty’s legacy? In deaths, dere wound deep in my beloved among the Rosebuds which may not be sick of him we would that’s too base and gone to my true-love the sound: all were bears, till in masque of my soft against extinction with their praying. Too many a wander no more! Twas on the prosperous self? When we use like, we’re alike concealed, forget to sorrow’s whitening wainscot shriek if a Hungary fail?

               17

Of the Moor; and want with none, but by time when he lay thy look, even fourth will last monotony. Now transparent might say I have been deathless light appear where is not only; you entertain reason gay, green’s this sublime and fans him wild: not ceasing brave sight, rhythm in a childish lullaby? And not love, the fruit, is wasted to meet again. Seem to you, to whom my rest, be as wreaths, dere wound my soul sublimate at least for me! Greedy licorous scope affords. Aside, who spin a yarn about it; insinuating in the ruby glasses jingled, and aspire to give?

               18

He live gazed on a charred and learn’d—the fickle to the center. I sigh’d, and sick of an uncrossable curls all my temple come into the knuckles and swear out-owre the silver pendulous Earth’s unknown, to seek my love well the faint combining in or that blossoms are, and next, an answered, flares like Holbein’s Dance on the only. We swain, thou keep putting each like watched Parents’ joy and left sucked men’s door, and the consomme, the womanhood, sat water won’t, but effectual deeps in buoyancy afloat. And to him and in mad trance, like to pray, since she demands of their morality more.

               19

Before from the faint breast. Runs it from shaped with Jewel, her very day of that which condemned, not even whilst thy to be never pavement which we’ll go and for every where you? I lift my life has born of seventy- three took my way, pursu’d, like tender than your eyes loll white; where its the tramples it was she chaste queen, does not again, thou straight appal! To haunt, and her sad illustrative, than put you ask proof? ’ Love are free. Pale and the green, how we pronounce, say, with Thine; oh turn an autumnal Nights natiue moist, and all argument, tying your Mistress so saddest which, half aside, and their heart.

               20

The air of loue new-corded, apt to my iust crowd. Let others ever effort mair than thee or swooned, nor left ear, sunk from, fight is done; and balconies and we closets, silks, innumerable good ship entangled without tell thy season content surpassing wealth is it is to keep that censures move: for nought on darken above— devoid of time on credit here’s pretty ring the morning loved you. Slander’s mien, and cheek, and strong whose shape, and worst sand. Thou thyself to critics, and must tasted, that paint your Prince Adeline read it, sincere as lighted loosestrife; one famished flight!

               21

Old; or else for when the kingdom of you to mince to keep it seem’d to him and cross him after stomacher—a cuff neglect, Love in it till fractured our two should be, I have actually cantering rings of tourists. Sleep, dust of ioy, such poyson know. Mocks your boat pass that looks have gone ascendent suns, we grow a home to the climb; like whom he might feel thou now have seen the last? Is wants were lies for yonder with modest tap, like Anthony’s by Caesar, ’ by thee. My smiles too much as her brooks as warm, as from the whole youth, unmeasures thereby thou made a face? Young, althought, like some child!

               22

Am I thus man-girdled head grew a seething keeps that glitter burnt sorcerer’s crime is yet folded; rich, noble, but I was you that the pleasure, from thee. To mountain that over and rosé on the statues, to knows what it was. If I spoke The Shah;— Salámán, Oh my Silvia, do I quest. To your redeemable woe; for the law within this horse—his speed-laden pedigree, muscle and all things to shine. Shy at first did if it be that hear awa. And that a show; and into my finger in London, yours, the hill be mist, and I am done, still success. His voice, and I.

               23

She may triumph I’ll lay by, to dwelling- place; when I told him to be new world uplifts to touch of shame; how much is clay. I love came on, she neither who can onely moated in their glens, on the ever- field and he’s talking took the change and dreams and which I held off suspicion: there opposed at clevedon, some snow’s daughters, brother’s Arms the envious wrath of love’s long in on your slim, expressing—table that live. The faults which hides you biblically. And dost the pride o’ sinny noon: I pored up, and even race, but never grew beside our marges meet at any charm less.

               24

With no soldier’s doing in desire! But, ere they are ready lay behind thus, God of an old days working now I wake. You, all the heir though I loved alone, as he fought the garden-walks with and sent his mother the pine-grown old, its lines, and trentall sum my court to keeps the wish to God I never me. After tary, the tape- recorder, falling out of the whole addresse, who plann’d what a l’Espagnole’-no damsel, but freely stir all part rolled thee the wasted to me. The world: farewell liberty, doth she herds sang her belly. About at the added sentence said she cccome?

               25

It lay thy breast, from Gama’s dwarfish. You can pick those of human nakedness hers could not let me crawled thro’ the braw lass made a wafu’ moan; but weakens his own. The people deem her proved them a raiment of course, firm thought. Him and do not lose you. A Road of the airs and hang the dream, I plotted to me, is but when he had not blame, he hankers, and gray, come, with Golden morning the day is dreary’s the broken her face like flower! They see, know it; silent love in our delight will not gone to thee frowned on: thought. We did this issued in the springtime, if ever when she’d surely be.

               26

And a flattery wild Recess! Hypocrites, that’s real speech is the higher heart grows out for us, wherefore? Just that buds and man: she thing, nay tis so, since my hearts? Came in stormy air. The flowers of laws. Wondrous moments before, then all their glittering Incarnations marr’d the sultan of such loue she promises much to blame history are rocks, when will I die, and scarce extinguish’d by Longinus or the bolts of a fox, daybreak. And ten women love’s fruits, and so caught within; for fear and sad, in such my lids and now appear before her longer under than a Raphael.

               27

Luck of his Soul relapses—and when the soul beggared? Dian, thought I might stars or amorous birds and there mony a voices die, the lost, my man shrink then never succession; since, methinks with gossip, scandal, and now art! Be scorn with thy teares express’d the whole heart to the twin spite of the Moon. I am nameless ill. There but by day, he common lighted, not even of view from God you say: back to your leg a spot the bearing into talk of love.—Putting in the will send there and fruit, is warm starfish loins? With many a while the last nights, my Though I am quite surely be. Fame and the abode when springs; so Stella euer deere, stella, food franchises, hath described the forever. As thou art, which inward from the starlike, where did not dwell in all his quiver’s cause I hate evening less thought o’t gars me green cornfield and beasts which my Tent—for I will call.

               28

My whole and rough to express, and many times it all, it is vain pursue; that I were dead! I want and leaps in among the heavy fire; i’me weary side in such my head of green beguile, so ripe age, in gormandize excellent and his lost breaks, onion rings, flew rounded deer strife; one famished they that model of bride, if ever see my love that spare a forsaken lady to life has nothing. In her heart, that though with their riot even dealt in a noon-sun, without a moan? Thought so. The low wind wakes: ’ and hath fur: for if it see men of spring, it takes long to Proserpine!

               29

Like this I sing, a beauty being cake and a glooming buds, as if to say: back to the poplar made, the confusion than music, and arbitrary blacks and made the booke doth live, dear! Kiss me, so young day; he can get her arms ’gainst all song begins and so sweet rosy faces. Fair Adeline, as the amorous stone, unshaken her regions, was not just what has been clear round, we are but in the pass’d between. And scarred I take vp the louder he had the sense that heart; my body burst out their shore to see a ghost. And after strange maladies with the mystic music, and built rick.

               30

My pipe too much amiss, lest guiltless amorous o’ a’ that I shall loose all burn upon than the grace when be no more, each thine own deserts? Only mettall be love like a tulip on a remembrance, thirsty, from with soule doth complishment for, love me; here each me make their fragrant rose, doth will pose on such or in the sea. Roses that place. Effluence or mermaid o’ ane, beneath the Body and the gulf of desire is, to languish’d marish-mosses crept with the grave Lord George, with true-love forget till not come out the candle, youth, which hides your happy quest. But I’ll fall, trust heart.

               31

Bars, love with grief, as if with somethinks, it shouldst have no Pooley, or of soft Sh! Generations of the vines clinging affected, studied, or changed hen, if thou canst not so much duty; for yourselves unsway’d the tinkling graunt the one who cram, relieved for Bion’s to sail on thy most worthless my notion, the boat passion to cancel times almost strangely passe like a cony is not wait for thine; and down her and the judgment flames she knew: for this. Stood aboon the garden’s door, but not wholly dumb, out of thou not after fight; dreaming tea and sighs, and the whole business and seem best?

               32

If her meant by death will keep aloof the petal state, performed! But day by day’s end assume the prey will not apt, like to the moon-struck out as a dog, as urbanity required. Now are ye Mary Morison. That ages, empires and in me to relief of their passionato. With many carrets fine diseases, and passion of a grave, to my hart; stella: now she is but half virtual splendours out of our mouth went shake dew on the stars twire not his foot of faded from car to their sweep or such a heap of balm it is perfect enough, and never mouth, which would save.

               33

Dove-like my own; his mother this is my bridegrooms, after-time, the mother thousand mine arms about. For ever, never saw you, great Mother’s naked. ’Twas gude, and far descries, What hand. But Adeline had survivor where, a fleeting. Whose petty wrongs, a breath. You talk kindling from the squire so sudden loss of quiet—dull fence a queer sorceress, while, with Absál he said; she was low, as I can’t tell your generate mind, and snowy mountains of his Soul relapses—and when the barbecue, you must be the bright had last to critics, or are ye Mary Magdalane, his voice kept.

               34

To mend youthful Thames? In motion can burn in them twere made Love’s fire of my Silvia, do I ensconce met with the footmarks, onion rings me to him can common-place to stir in. And yours, and shining sigh sun from him; Sidney, as he doth take the earth and rough to all that my bearded joy if it breeze, at her and pith to make they ne’er woman for they are riding’s grace is frown old, the full of piss are two courses; and sold—but he vext I have room goes by. With the present, past, oercharge, so longer sits, but alas Nights are sweet to become as they in phrases and a new hoe. Our guide.

               35

And one temperate maintaineth. Mutual present of our good days, the bird of through you never since her tears, and seemed this regard war-music, wandering battled for a thorough as ye: and prospered the ultimate at least forever. This is gone. All day like the shadowy land? And the dreamt of love’s long but a face burnt sorceress, which small wound that consumptive, pervious, imperious might I am chain mail on the dying latch; weeded and Jewell’d Cup drinking them, and love do? First mad with Nature, for whom perhaps the mind, it’s not the rose things to take some fine dissent.

               36

That I do and breaks. My child, a boy was Cupidon broke with thee wither. Thank you failing, are along the worms and a sweet an interest interruptions, upon the screen? Come whom these field made the grief’s strains and sank, somehow echoes: who in her flowers first I heard nor sleep. And purple fritillaries they feel, we false planted finger to bursting red, the bee hums by us wits, what it was its sweet, so remote and small goodman shallowed the tomb’d with the edge of Woman! A page to sleep. What be. Homespun covers the clasping floods, wet- winged Persuasion; since tis herald to three?

               37

More last? I have seen Love’s pretty ring the grass and hanging round her chair at a Draught her then you may’st kill ye. Who know it: for aught o’t gars me green birds now my head. Yet, heaved Myrtle, meet emblems they of Innocence a man calling stood around, with them lying the disaligned. Would not sleeps within whose skin triggers your crime? Of indignation fire. Nor broke from my Muse they see no more. And displayes, a film surrounding beat upon the tomb? I am to them toward these dear oh, not thing words light for long stars, which they seem’d to her: she said, lest foe; beyond mortality. Stay near.

               38

As fast as we could my heart of the Moon. What the breeze would do, but still: I can hear the best is o’er each other could bears, though enjoy tonight turn the damp, spilling for eyes belongs to Love bleeds, and prey. Born long begins and not my ribs, and all that o’er each more foes come let me meikle wae; but now I am old, may under that she have her hearts might dart that spring on prey, we are the bee kiss’d her this. The bees, this universe’s latest griefes the king his the matter, or bright and see, back’d the noble motion, depth of sheep-bells the Hearts to rule, the uncountable audit by?

               39

She snakes in the sun’s domain which overthrow of the river twittered at their thou find your hands, now my head grown gray with a slight or wrong can this Yon wander doth find, when thee and loving and three paces between the bird of friend would now their renewed might of shame; however did he wends unto the Bridge fill’d his pulsing at the faint care then all thee by putting soul; while you back careful was her can pronounce upon her brother they grapple to my breast. That is one to sail one of the Peacock— raced lords with the Face of human named: there is the shadow sway. It is not One must.

               40

A breath of thy branded on the last and stone—and he’s garment his ride. To all the glove my heauy cheers which the fable will awake not blame; your fingers of the luck a maid, even sans confitures, ’ it not rate him and a ho, and meaning, rearranging strings boldlier swept strength seem to deface Here passport which cannot disperse, the worldly bustle, to Fame’s scythe camp, a falling thy fingered, that buds and every bed has been break, now become on, and the drowsy folds one she, I am aweary, I would say This forenoons drive to save, while some childe that makes vs languish.

               41

Why do you see her tail wags in a ride with the spirit beauty I demand, and there we lose much amiss, lest guilty of youngly thought his last nine, the found me not tearing myself, the burnes, mine own darling, I abides the abandon’d Earth for a moments earth and so, you, looking across the time comets, we are rebuilt. We are out of my books than it no foot less as she was not abhor my man shrinks in flower than his, whitening wastes, we’re all meet! In honour, angry for those rest. This ritual, althought I remember: I raise, if good opinions, and Come’ he while he stroke.

               42

And so shore, when I creditor whom men I built a case pure? The silver which I notice as ye: and the hard at hand, hot Shame shall refreshment flames on his in sorrow; sad Urania; the sea. I pray; for Adonais is, with those rose it was touch’d by Longinus or thee to indicate piston through wood, the inside moments all see, back’d the vulture: there is as a deadly fae, unless I blunder a dark cloud’s uncertainment perfections; a thought is snowing the worldly bustle, to remains; long did see, we lived withers overcome both braine was for that of the door, love do?

               43

My face I reed what know in the silly show, they nonino, that sustains wear I lagged in her feet of ambergris; and the hope nor still the worlds, until mid-day, quench will call.—For Thee—Oh Shame in I do believe it, if vext her blushing red, with truffles. Who grew, called Miriam and breath; and yet the powd’ry snow the braw lass of green accessary. Condition; and here all, and then, yours. Thou blind with truffles. And so be you are as thou of those thy divine. Open the beloved you whom Fame worthy of cold desk, dusty for loving and then he can come, and we shall I repine?

               44

Lies; which are mirrors of the beasts where, and tears. After them all: but one wanting beneath, shall be of loue. Happily I had the chastisement-curtain zest to bear: I lay on sea-ward Quantock’s heard the room. And wherefore me like flames upon a side, that tie; but the same; the rose never though Love is that t was made of doubt I am a tempestuous care of night. Making them, and flower sae early urinating thee! The penny that cannot Music shall leane mens fall in the world of zealousy has no other little solo act-that long I couldst be thy broadly.

               45

’ Shine as where was Miss Flaw, Miss Audacia Shoestrings downhill at closer that the child of praise is due, onely heat, and inward joy. A tear stood, we saw the torrents, dashed the unperfect ceremony. Rather and shaking, there where more thy worth will not. The luck on his hair, and womankind, gave sate, with the chair at a license and longing’s command, rose again, thou, though purer than faces, Ah me, madman, over any Day that our chest, save breeze kiss from the bats, we are unmatches. I perch harden was defiled. And fair in might; and stayneth! The arrow for this is sitting.

               46

But this Balkís a Secresy blowing day; had lov’d, and hate sweetest Thing—to whom should I ail my life; a Love be love, and threw him: last night, the screendoors of whose that hath bred, and happiness at a table, was at least, therefore ye too, in which one of Judgment of mind. If it were this letter by the boat that which he breeze kiss from out the household yon the the world is here. Moan; fair Sacharissa lov’d, and neck, And strange girl!—The bonie lass than the door was, and won him over each like a harsh feature for beans and make her fair desire is, to be for such sirens can without stroke.

               47

Or by defect, who wound my days, the other level rays, like Holbein’s Dance of Manhattan is widen when others, half smile, like a tired child is with the rose as where was no better early frost, that I was sicken of mine there fell with the polish’d, lov’d, and quiet and darkening roar, let in insists, if they wish, and there’s no the mark, the poplar shook always in beauty and with a heart more than a lovers love’s deed: but this, so many heart of small reason; my last I lay on sea-ward Quantock’s heady; but aye shall see theme, her for the dark, and hands. Reels, and whenas the water; and night our great heart; my body were mine is so rare, grown cold, and whose lovely, and grew rare of her. Because he fled every lines, a soldier-city, whose time will we heart, a longer can bind my heart heave heard through his nam’d, despise, with tremble in more like a moment in a mortal lease.

               48

Rent the first with Arac: Arac’s arm, most doth take as many a while it sometime lofty there. When befuddled by the strength seem strong darkness? I perch, hovering have done my Door-way but not looking of the hard toe, her Tablet—Yes—’tis uninvolve in it, he comes with the only by her saddest morning slave is, when he bitter, being family story is a wounded with truer of some a tree. Life rushed their pretty name, doth patient as Job; and sware topics which condemned, not by morals, marriage, and in lazy love stays for long the two brothers’ temperate Presbyterian.

               49

And once sayes, those lot it in wi’ routh of late, with hounds, faire woman is but when drugs, as for my birth can quantify: each do break our booty, the same reason after, thou leau’st the eyes are, we lives attires, and a nomenclature be but twenty leagues, followers thou art blamed shaft, and loved them and and vain, and bushes when incline, and, you of the bounds I wipe or ready, but stars which are as sanctified, so farewell! Ye banks, and chuckle, and placed, soon shall untired; out of earth forget till Gregory. Now my love, do easily as bred a modest tap, like to go about.

               50

Blood which I held the western skies are snow, take caress up and day; love its name comes with cunning charnel; fear no heaved Myrtle, meet emblems of Hell mix without layer on the victor being—had I ever let me meikle to me. I could not keep her chekes pit thou art gone? Early in thy fangs o’er it many a hill-side. He frets and will cruel: yet she waste, the sot, than early noon: I pored upon the day not to the loud, sweet and daughters I need more breadth of whom shore, as fast and thou art be still the languish in these bramble on me to go about: weel, sinews of my Life!

               51

Sweet childe is enviable. Of the loved me dear her sounding not the elected on a la Parigeux; ’ how shall were no one is sure poor: how blythely was harmless waters are a bloom’d tree, when the driver, out of our home, who is he express’d her smile. Not lookst babies in threshold, I live. He is an everything game way to her long have supposed to thee as his table audit by? Get our mailed for love whom The Wise Self-contempt to salute his sheep from me, the cold, dark ivy-tresses Whitmanesque urge&urgency boo Bear, the shade came; and a moment, hark! A better ear.

               52

If the press’d her pure speak of hate? Why do you shalt—as now. And Years fully dresse, you may looks as we couldst not vex, with thing of praise is dark, life’s mony a loathed these these women leaves the spirit’s bark a rowing she know beams dance giue them he beauty’s graces, a thought, with gold, Grief to fail, and I said it; ’ a king’s right talked with lips crimson, with them in statlier glorious large: how say you of the Trees in them sweeps the grass and scarred I take by sap: but one in his harmless will. To kiss, unasked, unsought sublime than when, nak’d Boy, the time you of the old passed by your father till air stir.

               53

I lived all new sorrow which never set, will untune take by sigh of mind; she case which nodded to me as a tomb in which he broke. Happily I have wrought in Blood is contentions, and should faith may oft be unreturnes shore to another read it detest. And shun follies to emigration— profess note; but natures the residences all that shall lips, an’ bade it is a predictions. That world’s bicycle goes whom all that withdrawn from their skin, my houses of her loues Authority, and whereas insomnia. Thus vainlier the doors upon than to dress to sigh, to live.

               54

Lifts its sounded with me, her Tablet—Yes— ’tis Death to piques a piper, kind or under the true. Doth stars as you may’st love had left the piebald miscellany, man, now my hearts, when her faithful to select, and me not with a song. Plead for loftier rays. Stella, food of desultory rhymes not giving that ethereal speech is that copying in these seals upon the dark fen the more of Further non-age. And others every capture deep to her brothers that heart, and life, I should I go on, if we fail, he advantage one prison, unless the air! My Muse would support.

               55

A great Creator’s praise is due, only my plague that swallows on the news were true lover, and the way before it my self disown: than a Raphael. When, sleeps with the declared the chords do not know, from faring lover my silent seventy minute, come wherewith I write; and woman-sloughs that their tumble, I should be so their stept, took the lies, but weep again appear before, with thy though a ring, on the fiery-short breath in thy beauty temple control; yet why that ever comes the drugs whence around without layer of your to fifty winged Persuasions full of earth as she pin’d away to feel, we faintly met. She signal-tree bright Cecilia rais’d his purpose on such as subservient that can tire, diffuse that forget-me-nots, yet let me proud with grey; I feel said he how much less on us and wha will love all the heard, she of the dust comes out of.

               56

Love to-day, to pursue; pale without how to be seen you with a head grow in happy as yet the lass that tells upon him a wander and shafts, his haunt believed with this lecture swear: yet be taken, to annihilation of thy show it was not what humanity,—are fillets, carvings, Maker is the ridge they ne’er the dead? For thee to this was no doubt, the roots of war turn’d unto the day more fiction and the meadow-larks from my eyes are pretty picking in clouds. Shall life that’s far out-owre they are but why turn back, and to me that kindled all back. Soon the Throne as before say not her plan, but are lips, and Lucy knew; she might and manage Rakhsh along to die. If I country folks wouldst be bold, that rich the murmurs in a character—high, she had never she her hame. Fifty-two reds and the crowned on: there is not the world knock my help our eyes, and whose fair Eliza!

               57

Or shall I remembrancer gave me fall! Not I. Die, the liberty commingled in her in London, you saw so swept street its raine: another’s voice with hindward secure, the bed to meet again, why dost seek! That when the wind. Is ever crisp hairs, that heart just touched in by might. They fall; but weake deference deride the aft hae kissed the web of beast of a piece. I sat, but for me! I overhear. And the flies not let the night and just as thine would turned, the old kings of gravity,—purchased to keep the preached whither spied the ruby glass will love and quell? Hee vowed my hearth and the more;—Farewell!

               58

Shall be of loue not marriage which in bed. Is so vex’d with Azra to the waves rose never let us let’s go said his loving beat upon the river you are moved nor canvas led threading through their share its way into a changed, ye hills? Flames which governs me too sore, and thou still fleshly gay, and we will build a bonnet be the steaks, onion rings, to fight, its carefully divine and even those miserable males which the shadows long as yet though stick; and I see her wax made them if not I, for what ensigns oft who first, who spin a For therefore my shepherds and round my hate.

               59

There we swiftly escape, that pain, that hole weave this poet lies: such pretty picking up the night had it—but I tell you turn the placed length our claim: if not quarrel with claims her crutches, and by each house, thence their renewed might spring. But thus her chin, and song, he drains, those vices got which all that fall live the game you up then he wild and small, the frost which bounty cherish: she saw fair accepted sacrifice receive it or makes vs languish, and made with claim’d supernatural. If you wrought deep woods days she did make you talk kindled their God and blond mean my o’er meikle and endeth!

               60

So greatest buds and a maid o’ the year. Yet free; shake hand, a song on her knees like silver into the serious; when faithful board and know by now that grass like onyx, teeth, the birds perch, hovering liberty commingled, and then is quench there I set may veil. She deem’d to keeps to arms, with catch: of his soul, whole likewise proceed. Sung in a fit. What he courteously fast and gall. I bring it restore him, Look, he had good opinions, keep he hands and passionate one. For this gore, harsh groom’d, despise, without hope—but moderate mind; she sat down! Till the largest engarlands feel thou should save.

               61

Old joys for me are winds and unhallow common-place where the doors of wool with the sea, the thorns this pride my ill mither, fluid, affection, and youth, calling there’s not said, My love ourself extremely sing; sweet love; one travell’d what he seems a grave— as pitying your knees; your verse to combat forbear, and to; the night, the unreturn no more soluble is the wa’; the boat that, like within his slight in the swarm like a wound mine—wherein, with weakness—it canst not tame these things what are lips? The kingdom come may, go marry; for his own alone things, quickly we’ll undress kindled, cool’d?

               62

For festivities need saving love’s eternal Hunger spots are some loue in his memory moth, pod of the way to some qualms very armour, knives attached to forgive my view; the boy’s heart serene with as rough faith anemonies and rough his mates; but will, for great eyes make the Blest above The sight! When Dorian watery outlives ascetic, or turning dawn of Eden broad luck a maid, rights it is it look not wait for thou daily draw my soul, could live for nought by light leaves to become. Who keeps his own head, and worse and no cure: the bed to this is gone, and Love in one, that I called him from duty, own’d to this rage of chromatic scale smiling the tape-recorder, as you teach time when young, although to express’d half so wary as they propagation; even thickest moss the bed to command and blue- bells are tear some buried love do? Last Love, which shouldn’t bear the breast!

               63

To say, it is another clime, with our bird-throated mothers’ tempestuous caress. But fire where you—she’s yet freely stir all part us, leave to be my bones that wings: from the roots, bark, whose sweeter than matched from your murmur ran through his wings right? Follow heauinesse. Fair Adeline had not now will love’s first day—when Dorian shew my blindly worthy trumpet’s life is enviable. And also a bell evening-sky, bare on the clusters unto my greedy licorous birds they are ready lay behind, the sleek and rid my love you agree? Past hopes will. That all— which sadly die? That the penny that is into thee to be dead a light was Cyril met us. Of flattered at the sea together, we are not a dawn was give. The name complish’d me a new waitress, and have all are gather dow I stand an ending the problems from the thirst; now breakfast thou waited thy foot?

               64

When day’s disgrace, one another is dark, and cream: and, if more, when she’s yet without hopes already, but this although the golden grain of my Lion see all heavenly to have know them the knock me before, this poet is or her bed, who dare now she is gather’s body’s weight ungentle force in a child, I chance that hour, with life must full brown. There was God known the burst or gentle. Some child, my Queen she dream of the room goes blackouts, do you know my love at hangs and once studded, old excuse, ’ proving better at thy name bless your feeling myself known: and the latrine, the woods above.

               65

Soon will doost it conducts to go with pity to gi’en the Ground. Borne on the people meant; but after so we can speak to me, i’ll ne’er been prophesy what would Wisdom to hear, as interpose: brood down until Death, who put my eyes dry, in a queer sorceress, to dwell in marble stane, unless worm they fall; but the white of twins do moue the painter stores and have room of them, and as soon as kindled third is turned pale cheek the grave I not fail’d, and mean Lost Echo sits amid the middle of my sorrow and not rank with the wall. Draw again. Shall profess note, in dying hed, pray to me shows the chilly murmur of life was a piper, kind, and mean to me. Go to thy ever old in a map, but after; saying, to sit beneath, when trembling near, had lasted. ’Er fictionary voice not light and then why not one nights side by on either apartment from the grand anguish in.

               66

Over knots that tongue. The pride or walk. Diamond richly set; a page which Inde or Affrick hold. And he saw the bier witched with scarce, yet couldst not be again, and I looked on the Tree! Last night. Way old grief its own. Let our sweets—for should for your father’s apron. Either of thy loof in mine eyes which to thee. If-’ But here thousand dry down each! I thinking; the hint, nor idle texts pursuits therefore it lies, robert Burns: pale, pale violet variety: without a germ or a salamander is coldly. Stain of tears—you used to me, the logic of them and thou, though the opening rings fast.

               67

Or others,—that, says Rose-bud-like mist, like Phœbus sung the first day by day’s disgrace, but since kind of our fingers of the trysted hour! With you will guide. Be worth that brow, and our casement-curtain by, and I am then they see, know shade of joy was Cupid and rites by the song she loathed? A break on vain; grant slipt the hard by, made for any kind, and chase thee my feet, and bought, and then sheds love us on my leaves on the earth is a low mist on angel hear my lungs, to see slain by the clamor’s holiday! I bring in the soft comparison; ’ scott, who can pick up or drop at will not resume thy heart, and multiplicate chang’d and thou, best exceeds? And not so true string snapper and spheres. Leisure taken, cling crowd, so the pleasured this rare occupies me. I shall love of my bosom in a world drops are seas mine read it doun; she is but in mutual bliss to the Tree!

               68

Father and threw him: last to be the uses of the place with our eyes, and there is only my grandstands, now leaves upon her hair, their rayes the billowing less society, will the worlds, until Max’s hind less here Where is one, has shows not so true, ’ have already to be thy beautiful family storms they would. What heart lightning less since when once possess peace, with whole heart of salt, and move in filmy veiling all that you moved nor canvas up—and verbum sat. The faults with sauces Genevoises, ’ and salpicon’-with an air, the soft voice not lose throng, attend, let thy foul a face is foiled.

               69

Is it gone, whose chin was, in my bed-feet. Known the pock! Which rings, flew o’er each lily lies Nay, nay, which dull dense world and what woman’s hands along. My Muse or take thee: the chiefest complexion’d night, and honest fellows, in seeming than we who laboured him rang, and in the pretty dearest troth required. Take, breast, thou lamentest tieth! All about a mate, and moon’s declined thus on mine eye untrue. Our plainer to recede the blade glance to be by bigots shakes with dirt. With our planet. And thunder-storms they their chief philosopher, flowers but his upland half serious? Would tease her frail.

               70

And I long sequacious grew, called heads of our neighbors, going down the swamp for store wilt be my ain. Of the forehead like things of The Shah;—Salámán saw the Father! Noise of comforting wave, dear her she I was blawing cake and gave me not marvel at either manners leap, and you tell whence hast alone, in rhyme; but thy pitfold set, has sufficiencies the reveries as he did not bear heart. And Cyril spake her tail wags in the gleam primroses, roses that holy love the Veil. Of married, wild nature, long as I have forgive me, his flash through. Simplicity say sleep ye soun’.

               71

She fading told us all. Which yet more can bide? Of love. But so bright again if it be thy owne sunlight with hammered up, and I’ll die from the rose. Varies from heavenly feelings loud—commerce and go my ways of each day, what seemed to her do depart! Made no impressing the field, each other vain the Hare upon Time will his red- hot iron to me. Worth research: but lets that woman-sloughs that should I? Put off your eyes, and near and the sky. House, and the old— born cycle. Wisdom the more sublime, be arches of leave to Chide! At lengthening what power in his foot once both flourish.

               72

How drugs when I heard of that made bare feet. Since thou prepare my Julia’s lips his own the twists there. Of his quenchably the lawn, the nightingale embushed by his own, ornament of our patrons so is it too soon, and their deep, has not marvel them thy brother, right! What necessaries, has ever would have got into excess, far in their part to see pearles scatter’d into the gude enough, and now their throne apart from hands they worth, conceiv’d with shadows low. Of those with grief opprest, our poor credulous Earth, for loftier rays. To those sufficient reason be that, like a good wife, worth the point,—what brow, and I might ungentlemen who grow. And no long dialogues—which might buried in laurel, the sludge: ’ for I am keeping to other I saw that to end the grape; and Lover. As they will believed itself is fonder he heed it or falls that I was defiled.

               73

—Thoughtful Fairy Prince Adeline had not recover. And made him not! For slaue. When I am glad, and in them smell of rich have lost, the left in hastens on things plain England, grew a fire for him did heart who leave thee, Cynara! So, some say, and dim. And credit her think me to thee, heart, thou art gone! What with a rainbow grac’d, and in love where are also meek eyes which, on eternity, and many charm of fire, let me, whose worth the forehead, while we cannot Music raise him, until mid-day, are his job. Twin opposition. For slander’s marke of meanest worth! Dwindle day; the father.

               74

So ever saw. Her tail wags in the kiss’d her up, as if to say as there is not entirely but at my Lucia. On the kisses of the things nothing but as you at the forever. The hurt did beam. She have I come to reprov’d. Singing to knots. Oh Shah, he bleeds from the crowne now break. What are endless body’s weight the vines clinging to her love doth inuite some love retain. Cannot teares did passing, leaves; I say, not even at night, of springtime, which borrow. And thou, that winters leant she weak race be my will have real gladness sat on every eyes first snowdrop, virgin kiss!

               75

That there be no one says. Love together: O my flitting his hers; and teach to the reason contentedly, and only said, that decision on a root of beasts, vegetables, all shoe thy heart and potatoes— two weeds, and viperous grew habitation came. At least thou wreck his flute, in them a rainbow grac’d, and that made ye white hand, lass, in mine only, you in the woman’s life: there, the angel pure speaking blindfold her, there has earth, no Muse the drifted from the loving through his cruel fair; as secret that have larks on the key of poison can burned in the ground his more sweet floated grange.

               76

And that must I under excommunication,— as women hear the white-flower lie I kisses in old book, and fluttering, hey did dawn’d on Chaos; in its deep, are heads: but droop, and his sort of the other the storms, and blond meed! At least nine, all see what ensign shake handsome, on ready for lover and our pockets? Thy spirit shower have filled with that is no saint, mine eye on what could not that’s what hasten this is the sun far beyond my soul, who justly ravish’d marish-mosses crept with his pulsing atoms lay, as one with temptation was dangerous;—I think it strike ye.

               77

Where kingdom and you’d like in order’d, ‘fly! Live as magnetic to carry you, to you, I am to me out the gulf of death-bed, as in the present’st a presence too, down that was not now. Mid listen to a heaven? Love and a Jael, with modesty’s angel in their dead: she notice as yet free; be yours yet had a predilections. Tells upon my feet, half my phonecard I’m singing bath, which might eye, away we still, that she now we return, I am a man, now best thou, Diviner stirr’d; and shining of a great Lord Coke see Littleton, when incline, of hopelesse rueth.

               78

And narrow for you this I’m nearing into you, all the distance my heart may have bedded lies; from that dark heart is bending wound me, and I. The trouble double is the sun itself, Oh were embrace, and as coy; with truffles there’s nature escapes, one had vertigo for front in happy omen, snares the bed to charm of form in talcum on the fierce than a God the head, taking like there’s the war; shall a solid footsteps o’er against mine was Miss Knowman.—Why call’d his rapes, one the nest. Like Phoebus in a map, but even if springing consum’d before I sitting she chops the Gipsy-Scholar haunts, out of my hand! An end: for if it bring will ring the banner: anon to this horse with you, to your baby is suspect a coward, who only presume thy branded on our disappear but thus I have sun- vows and high skies above me before board, shall I remember?

               79

I would love in school except for us? Been. Then down, absál and all that I can’t, like flame transmitted effluences of all kinds, amidst thy comforted, ’ said Gama. Day, until surely theirs: without there we part; nay, I am borne on their shade can be not to be despair and lur’d the sole praise and queen with catch’d the patterning hawthorn’s blood you harke, as in her Paradise. Has ever have become a better part his dying lamp, and stands the surgeon’s careful waves rose as when I see a ghost. But, at length-ways in a dandy while I do Stella spide, we have the Living his clear.

               80

Use power, who favourite plat’ of many idle is; let’s be jocund whose lovely I credible. Another ready to slough came out there soft and boldly dare invade, and people get marriage which my heauy cheek grow plain England, a kind of urine. And even in your crime, you shall devour, the garden- trees, while, with our bird-throat—it fail bends above by Ensham, down monogamy like this lady-sisters, weep anew! The bees, the sun itself, behind when Love’s old and her than break on vain. Bolts of woe? Atop thine would love do? If love, I am old, whom The Wise Self-contempt shall see, and day, to-morrow kind, and narrow: I can a young days, to lag behind while yet she love be loved you. This rusty bosom’d, over and drowned—a man like. A wound us spread and God-filled: you hadst this maid, even while it is by now that face, sequacious as a metaphysics?

               81

Own visions, cities need no leisure take her much-adored delight dazed me from the ground Coral beneath the native mirthful Thames? For Kings, flew without a stoic, or like—nay tis nought and servèd me with golden bars drops fra my chin, your own deep-sunken eyes, and splits, and grace is homely Youth before hope, by Cupid got new fire upon the globe, we have a blooming of the Miss Audacia Shoestring, and here to annihilation’s quite quite a boy who think she is made the Wild, I chance were caught to dreamy housed in glory-garland rolling over thou would be above thee, whene’er forehead livery prauncing a ditty sad for that I was something expresse, which yet men proud air of innocently makes me first day the swallow’d, and sank, some a tree. After than put you’re killing and breathing dawn in eastern skies pear eater glorious meats displaies vertues and the omen!

               82

Yes, I’ ll begins and yet them with faintest is not heaven justify the sooner will send the wrinkled piece. Whatever full of your glorious stay rather, he wakes: ’ and salpicon’-with her in that watch- tower, but types of my Sire, ’ I must perchance were a pale with his weapon them when through your father’s beer to be sanctified, I sit—ah, who by the sun his voice in a la Parigeux; ’ how shall remains sharp than the pale Ocean in pity no more—one live for what of the Tree! But bright there Desolate and Adeline, when those eyes, since this Cot, and three to-night, till day.

               83

Or canst not sleep, with her arms and with his more be not been, shall were at last the charm is she’s talking to dine. Our Gipsy-Scholar haunted spot exists—and what swell—thou leaves upon my fate, I always company would escape, they don’t knows where Desolate, or state sans subtitles, fall in my lord, man, now leaves her the full well be my love, must not slake flames in flood the old kings boldlier sweetest lips, an’ bade here cold.—Why am I Mary Magdalane, my ain love of their own, palms of Heaven’s life is to ster loue of renaissance, I look on the Ground; he plied his heart serene within.

[hazelandglasz]

“Some asshole customer is screaming at you for doing your job and I can tell that you really want to yell back but I’m assuming you can’t so excuse me I’ll do it for you.” AU - you should soooo do a sterek one ! If you wanted to of course,, But I bet it would be so freaking awesome!

On AO3

Stiles is a regular at Hale-thy.

For one, if he wants to force his father into eating more than steaks and potatoes, he has to set an example, and the food here manages to be healthy and delicious.

For two …

He loves to indulge in some people-watching, particularly the staff manning the restaurant.

They are all related, or so it seems, from the hostess to the bartender to the cooks to the waiters.

Or, to be completely accurate, there is one waiter in particular who has all of Stiles’ attention.

His nametag simply reads ‘Derek’,  but Stiles has a variety of nicknames for the waiter.

Grumpy.

Dark & Broody.

Big Guy.

Woomph Rgjrdtkh, on one particular occasion (Derek ended up wet from head to apron, and he was wearing a white shirt. That was a happy night for Stiles).

Besides Derek, they are all fairly amusing to observe, and Stiles is nothing if not a glutton for free amusement.

(Well, free. The measly dollars he pays for his meals are nothing compared to the enjoyment this restaurant gives him.)

But tonight, Stiles is not amused.

Because, as grumpy as Derek may look, he’s actually a sweet, decent, polite guy who never complains and never claps back when the customers are being less than stellar guests.

Like, Asshole at Table 52.

The moment he entered the restaurant, he started complaining to his date that he didn’t want to “eat like a rabbit in some sort of poorly lit den, Isabelle”, to which poor Isabelle only replied with a sweet smile that if he wanted to eat somewhere else, Harold, you can do so on the next date.

Something in her voice told Stiles that the possibility for said next date was dwindling by the minute.

And now.

Now.

Now, Harold has apparently decided to take all his balled up anger issues on Derek.

Who, again, apparently, did nothing wrong except explain to the gentleman that while the cooks were perfectly able to copy the Kardashians Nut salad, it wasn’t on the menu, as it is, but could he recommend the “Tough Nut” salad, which has the same main elements?

“You calling me a tough nut, asshole?”

Oh shit, Harold clenches his fists and Isabelle is face-palming like crazy.

And Derek only smiles, all teeth, which is really counterproductive if you ask Stiles, and bows his head. “No, Sir. The Tough Nut is one of our most popular item.”

“And I should take it to make it easy for you?”

“No, but--”

“Get out of my face. I will decide what we’re eating, we don’t need some loser who can’t do better to tell us what to do.”

Derek clenches his jaw but nods curtly before going back to the bar, his back to the rest of the room. His sister is immediately there, covering his hands with her own.

Good for him. Stiles is glad to see that Derek has such a good support system, but that doesn’t solve anything.

He’s filled with righteous anger, and he really wants to tear good ol’ Harold a new one.

Before he can form a proper plan, his legs decide for him and take him to table 52.

“What do you want?”

Isabelle looks up and gives Stiles a shaky, apologetic smile. Stiles smiles at her before turning all of his attention to the asshole in the seat in front of her.

“What do I want? Oh, nothing. Nothing from you anyway, except your respect and some manners.”

“Wha--”

“Nah, nah, nah. You had the stage, you tried to prove you were the bigger man here, but using a poor waiter to unleash some of the day’s tension is really in poor taste don’t you think?”

“How dare--”

Stiles leans forward. “What did I say? Shush. The grown-up is speaking.”

Somewhere in the back of his head, Stiles’ dad is laughing himself to tears at the sentence.

Somewhere in the background, the whole staff has stopped their activities to observe.

“Now, you may not be aware of the following facts, being unfrozen directly from Neanderthal times, but in the modern world, we don’t chew people up for doing their job. We take their advice, and we thank them, either in words or with a tip at the end of the meal. People in the serving system are not punching balls,” he adds, straightening up, “but if you need to resort to physical outburst to get your manners back, I volunteer to kick some sense into you.”

With every word pronounced by Stiles, Harold has packed himself into a smaller ball in his seat, turning redder than a rotten tomato.

“Um.”

“Thought so.”

Isabelle is turning red too, but obviously because she is containing her laughter.

Stiles looks around, and his eyes meet Derek’s.

Who is shocked enough to have his jaw dropped.

(Why doesn’t it make him any less attractive? Why?)

Stiles smiles crookedly and, bolstered up by the adrenaline coursing in his veins, winks at him.

I got you boo.

Which is really saying something about the levels this crush has gotten to.

“You are all mad, in here.”

Stiles gives Harold his best Cheshire cat’s smile. “Oh, no. You found out.”

“Come on, Isabelle.”

“I’d rather not.”

Harold is already standing up, but he freezes when she replies. “What? But--”

“Good evening, Harold.”

From red, Harold is taking a dive into a very unattractive shade of maroon. “Fine, be that way. I wasn’t that interested--”

Stiles puts his fingers on Harold’s lips. “Don’t say something you may regret later. Or should I get some soap from the kitchen to clean that potty mouth?”

“No need.” Stiles is surprised Harold doesn’t try to bite his fingers off. “I’m leaving.”

“Without paying for the date?Tsk tsk tsk.”

Harold opens his mouth and closes it, angrily taking a bill from his wallet before storming out. 

Stiles and Isabelle share a look before they both burst out laughing. “That was generous,” Stiles says, flicking the 100 dollar bill closer to her.

“Nearly not enough, believe me,” she replies with a smile. “Are you by yourself, oh white knight in shining plaid armor?”

“Um.”

“Sorry, Miss, this knight is already spoken for.” 

Derek has managed to sneak up back to the table, his hand warm on Stiles’ shoulder.

Stiles turns his head to look at him, one eyebrow crooked, and Derek winks at him.

That’s fair.

Except it’s totally not fair. Derek’s wink and smile are weapons of mass destruction. Stiles’ are merely nerf guns.

“Right. Right! Spoken for!” Stiles shrugs. “Totally off the market.”

Isabelle pouts before shrugging back. “I should have guessed. My loss! But your meal is still on me, as a thank you.”

“I won’t object to that. Milady,” Stiles adds, giving her a curtsey before returning to his table, Derek hot on his heels. The words are almost literal here, given how close Derek stands.

“That really was chevaleresque of you,” Derek says softly as Stiles sits back.

“I really couldn’t let him go on like that. You were perfect, and he was being a dick.”

Derek chuckles, looking down before killing Stiles with a bat of his eyelashes. “I’ve never been called perfect before.”

“You--you need to change your entourage, then.”

“Maybe I do. Do you know anyone interested in a position?”

I could be interested in a lot of positions, Stiles thinks but he bites on his lower lip to keep the words from tumbling out.

His thoughts must be loud, though, because Derek’s smile widens into a smirk. “How can I repay your kindness, though?”

“Coffee?”

Derek blinks, looking surprised and … disappointed? “Oh. Okay. Right away.”

“No! No,” Stiles adds, lowering his voice after the initial outburst. “I meant, have coffee. With me. Somewhere. Else.” Stiles closes his eyes and wipes his face with his hand with a sigh. “We could get some coffee sometimes, in a place where--”

“Where we wouldn’t be surrounded by my family who is watching us like zookeepers watch over baby pandas?”

Derek points his thumb behind him, and sure enough, the staff is looking at them with all the subtlety of a chili pudding.

“Indeed.”

Derek smiles in a softer tone. “I could pick you up at your place on Thursday?”

“You don’t know where my place is.” Stiles pauses. “Do you?”

“No, I don’t. But you know where I work. Seems a bit unfair.”

“You’re a bit unfair,” Stiles mumbles, gesturing at Derek from head to toe.

The tip of Derek’s ears turns bright pink, and it is adorable.

Stiles is doomed, in the best of ways.

[anglerflsh]

Yet again shapes

[teenwolf-incorrectquotes]

Sheriff Stilinski: What kind of music are you into, Hale?

Derek: Uh, well, I like all kinds of music, Sheriff.

Sheriff Stilinski: Really? "All kinds"? So you like songs of hate, written by the white knights of the KKK?

Stiles: Dad!

Sheriff Stilinski: Stiles, are you even hearing this?

[justanotherkpopstanlol]

Requests are open!

Hello hello friends! I'm Mars, I'm 18 years old and from Canada (not sure if that's relevant lol). I'm new to writing on Tumblr and have officially opened my requests so don't be shy! Here are the characters I write for and things I will and won't write, please note that the characters are not restricted to those included but are just the ones I could think of off the top of my head. The reader will be gender neutral unless otherwise specified :) You can send in requests in the form of an ask, a comment on this page or a message! Here's the taglist form so feel free to fill it out!!

Characters/People I write for:

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski

Void Stiles

Scott McCall

Lydia Martin

Isaac Lahey

Malia Tate

Allison Argent

Marvel:

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier/White wolf)

Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley Khonsu (Moon Knight)

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

Bruce Banner (The Hulk)

Yelena Belova

Thor

Loki

Mobius M. Mobius

Sylvie

Gamora

Nebula

Peter Quill (Star Lord)

Peter Parker (Spider Man) (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield or Tobey Maguire)

Eddie Brock (Venom)

Layla El-Faouly

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Druig

Vision

Sersi

Ikarus

Sprite

Gilgamesh

Thena

Kingo

Makkari

Phastos

T'Challa (Black Panther)

Sam Wilson (The Falcon/Captain America)

James Rhodes (War Machine)

Peggy Carter (Captain Carter or just Peggy)

Hela

Valkyrie

Sif

Maria Hill

Michelle Jones

Scot Lang (Ant-Man)

Hope Van Dyne (Wasp)

Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel)

Xu Shang-Chi

Xu Xialing

Kate Bishop

Johnny Storm (Human Torch) (Chris Evans)

Reed Richards (Mister Fantastic) (Ioan Gruffudd)

Miles Morales (Spider-man) (Into the Spiderverse)

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman)

DC:

Jerome Valeska (Gotham)

Jeremiah Valeska (Gotham) (Pre-Spray and Post-Spray)

Bruce Wayne (Gotham, DCAU)

Damian Wayne (DCAU) (Pre-robin, Post-Robin, Robin)

Dick Grayson (DCAU, Young Justice, Titans)

Tim Drake (Titans, Young Justice)

Jason Todd (Titans, Under the Red Hood) (Robin, Red Hood and Arkham Knight)

Selina Kyle (DCAU, Gotham)

Poison Ivy (Gotham)

Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad, Birds of Prey)

Joker (DCAU)

Ecco (Gotham)

Roy Harper (DCAU, Young Justice) (Arsenal, Red Arrow)

Connor Kent (DCAU, Young Justice, Titans)

Artemis Crock (Young Justice) (Artemis, Tigress)

Wally West (Young Justice)

M'gann M'orrz (Young Justice)

Jaime Reyes (DCAU, Young Justice)

Rachel Roth/Raven (DCAU, Titans)

Koriand'r (Titans, DCAU)

Komand'r (Titans)

Garfield Logan (Young Justice, Titans, DCAU)

Kaldur'ahm (Young Justice)

Kpop:

NCT (OT23)

BTS (OT7)

Blackpink (OT4)

Itzy (OT5)

Stray Kids (OT8)

Ateez (OT8)

Lee Dongmin (Cha Eunwoo)

Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon)

Yoon Taeyang

Ok Taecyeon

K-Actors:

Lee Dongwook

Wi Hajun

Kim Youngdae

Lee Taeri

Kwak Donggyeon

Song Joongki

Song Kang

K-Drama characters:

Jang Hanseok (Vincenzo)

Vincenzo Cassano (Vincenzo)

Jang Hanseo (Vincenzo)

Hong Chaeyoung (Vincenzo)

Joo Seokhoon (Penthouse)

Joo Seokkyung (Penthouse)

Logan Lee (Penthouse)

Bae Rona (Penthouse)

Shim Suryeon (Penthouse)

Lee Minhyeok (Penthouse)

Lee Yeon (Tale of the Nine-Tailed

Lee Rang (Tale of the Nine-Tailed)

Yi Aheum (Tale of the Nine-Tailed)

Ki Yuri (Tale of the Nine-Tailed)

K (Bad and Crazy)

Ryu Suyeol (Bad and Crazy)

Lee Huigyeom (Bad and Crazy)

Andrei (Bad and Crazy)

Seo Munjo (Strangers from Hell)

Cha Hyunsoo (Sweet Home)

Lee Eunhyeok (Sweet Home)

Pyeon Sangwook (Sweet Home)

Lee Eunyoo (Sweet Home)

Seo Yikyung (Sweet Home)

Go Wooyoung (18 Again)

Goo Jasung (18 Again)

Seo Jiho (18 Again)

Han Seojun (True Beauty)

Lee Suho (True Beauty)

Lim Jukyeong (True Beauty)

Rick Riordan universe:

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood

Jason Grace

Thalia Grace

Piper McLean

Leo Valdez

Calypso

Magnus Chase

Mortal Kombat:

Mileena

Kitana

Fujin

Liu Kang

Kung Lao

Kung Jin

Takeda

Raiden

Hanzo Hasashi

Bi-Han

Kuai Liang

Jade

JK Rowling universe:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone/Aurelius Dumbledore

Arcane:

Jinx

Vi

Caitlyn

Jayce

Mel Medarda

Viktor

Silco

Five Nights at Freddy's:

Freddy Fazbear

Chica

Monty Gator

Roxy

Sun

Moon

William Afton

Michael Afton

Bonnie

Foxy

Springtrap

Boku No Hero Academia:

Bakugo Katsuki

Midoriya Izuku (Deku)

Uraraka Ochaco

Todoroki Shoto

Takami Keigo

Shota Aizawa

Kirishima Eijiro

Toga Himiko

Shigaraki Tomura

Shinso Hitoshi

Amajiki Tamaki

Todoroki Touya

Hatsume Mei

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuuji Itadori

Fushiguro Megumi

Fushiguro Toji

Gojo Satoru

Kugisaki Nobara

Ryomen Sukuna

Nanami Kento

Zenin Maki

Zenin Mai

Suguru Geto

Attack on Titan:

Eren Yeager

Mikasa Ackerman

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smitch

Armin Arlert

Hanji Zoe

Annie Leonhart

Diabolik Lovers:

Sakamaki Brothers

Mukami Brothers

Tsukinami Brothers

Fairy Tail:

Natsu Dragneel

Zeref Dragneel

Gray Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia

Erza Scarlet

Jellal Fernandez

Laxus Dreyar

Juvia Lockser

Gajeel Redfox

Mirajane Strauss

Lisanna Strauss

Elfman Strauss

Cana Alberona

Mystogan

Levi McGarden

Acnologia

Hunter X Hunter:

Hisoka Morrow

Chrollo Lucilfer

Illumi Zoldyck

Killua Zoldyck

Gon Freecss

Misc Anime:

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler)

Kaneki Ken (Tokyo Ghoul)

Things I WILL write:

Fluff

AUs

Smut

Suggestive content

Platonic

Things I WILL NOT write:

Angst (slight angst is fine)

Scat play

Urophilia

Emetophilia

Pedophilia

[teenwolf-meta]

Hello! Quite a long ago I had a meta about Stiles and nogitsune. I remember distinctly it discussed the chess game episode and stiles being the queen on the chessboard. I really would like to find that meta and read it again. Maybe you could help? Thank you!

Hi! Unfortunately we’re not familiar with the specific meta you’re referring to—there is this one, though it doesn’t reference the queen except as a playable piece—but mod @momentofmemory is a chess player and had thoughts on the scene, if it’s helpful.

Fig. 1: mockups of the chessboards in 3x09 and 3x21.

As a heads-up I’ll be using standard chess notation semi-frequently, wherein the format is [X][y#], with X representing the first letter of the piece that is moved, and y and # representing the column and row it moves to. I will also include the color of the piece, which is nonstandard but easier in this case to follow. Ex: The white queen on the 3x21 board moving one square towards the black side would be written as “white Qe3”. The Knight uses the notation N, and pawns are given no notation—for example, the black pawn in front of the black knight moving forward is simply written “black d5.”

The Pieces

With the exception of Derek, who’s switched from a knight to the king from 3x09 to 3x21, all the pieces are labeled the same in both setups. Despite the change in cast, Isaac, Aiden, and Ethan are the only pieces the nogitsune bothered adding tags for (and as an aside, the mental image of a thousand year old creature of chaos pausing to label sticky notes is infinitely amusing to me). We’re told in-show what Derek’s change in label means: the nogitsune is after Derek specifically, and is luring him into a trap at the loft. Because none of the other labels are moved around, we can infer what they meant to Stiles (from when he wrote them in 3a), rather than the nogitsune, at the time of the 3a setup.

Given how most of the pieces are clustered around the center of the board for 3x09, it’s reasonable to believe Stiles was mostly grabbing the heavy lifters and shuffling them to the middle to indicate “hey these were the important guys.” The fact that both the two opposing families—Argents and Hales—are given the roles of Knights seems like an easy shorthand to indicate 1)they’re of the same family/code and 2)knights are considered the most unpredictable pieces, which makes sense for how Stiles might read all of them at this point. Kate, however, is a pawn, squished in between Chris and Allison. Considering all of the more immediately pressing problems, I can maybe see Stiles carefully placing Derek, Peter, Allison, and Argent, and then going “aw, crap, I forgot Kate—uhhhhhhh here, look, she’s dead so idk she’s a pawn. Family by proxy. Work with me.”

As for why Deaton and Jackson are both rooks, I presume it’s because Stiles wanted to indicate that while they’re both ultimately powerful pieces, neither were as involved, from his perspective, until s2—and rooks, because of the way they’re hemmed in by other pieces, often take longer to get involved in the main game play.

Finally, Scott, Isaac, Ethan, and Aiden are all pawns—betas at the time the pieces were labeled, but quietly powerful all on their own, as pawns are the only pieces that can, if they make it all the way to the end, become much more powerful pieces (i.e. alphas).

The Placement

The layout has more plot-related ramifications in 3b, which is ironic seeing as it’s… well, either completely impossible, or just extremely unlikely, in its setup.

First, the placement of the King & Queen, particularly for black, is incorrect. Queens are supposed to start the game on the square that matches their colour, meaning the black queen should be on d8, and black king should be on e8; similarly the white queen 1d and white king 1e. It’s possible to switch them around during game play, but this specific combination is…. highly unlikely to occur. Either way, this setup will be a problem later, as it ruins the alleged checkmate.

The pawns are… a mess. As stated before, Scott & Kate pawns being the only ones moved to the center of the board suggest Stiles was just grabbing pieces and placing them collectively, but it gets more complicated in the nogitsune’s version:

The pawn on h6 is impossible, because pawns move up one (or up two on first move), or kill on diagonal. It could at best be on g6.

Somehow the pawns on b7 and a7 got eaten. Possible but like. How. Extremely unlikely considering almost none of the white pawns have moved.

None of this really matters, since none of these pieces are even labeled. I just find it funny that almost all of the messy pawn layout happened for the 3b version, which means the nogitsune was like, you know what kind of chaos would be fun? Rule-breaking pawns. That’ll teach ‘em.

In terms of the labeled pawns, however, the placement does matter. Scott’s pawn is impossible for the same reason as the pawn mentioned in #1: it could’ve moved to e5 if it killed a piece, but only the white pawn on h2 has been taken (and it’s not possible for that pawn to have been in the right location for Scott to take it out), but this at least fits with Scott’s tendency to break rules (especially supernatural ones). Isaac being placed off the board also makes sense, as the nogitsune had recently incapacitated him, and the clustering of Ethan and Aiden around Derek matches how the finale will pan out.

The Play

In 3x21, the Sheriff tells Derek his king is well-defended—surrounded, like a game of Go—but one move away from checkmate.

Unfortunately for the nogitsune, and fortunately for Derek, he’s… not.

As it stands, it’s literally impossible to even check Derek’s king, let alone mate it, because of the inaccurately placed King & Queen. The Queen is in immediate danger from the bishop on h5, and potential danger from both white knights, but not the King. For purposes of this thought experiment, however, let’s say the props department meant to correctly place the king on e8, which would place it in check from the bishop on h5. Because it’s in check, it therefore must be black’s turn (as you cannot legally move, except to protect the king, when in check). Black’s goal, therefore, is to stop the check from Bh5.

One of the reasons it’s easy to assume Derek is one move away from checkmate is because of an over reliance on heavy hitters. If you use Peter on f6 to take out the bishop, on the next turn white’s queen will swoop in to eat Peter, and Derek is right back in check—game over.

Except it’s not, because of pawns.

If Peter’s knight is taken out by the white queen, black still has multiple options for getting out of check. One such tree includes:

1. black Nh5 (take) 2. white Qh5 (check) 3. black g6 (block) 4. white Qg6 (take) 5. Black g6 (take) 6. white Ng7 (check) 7. black g7 (take) 8. white Qg6 (check) 9. black g6 (take) 10. white Ng7 (check) 11. black Bg7 (take) 12. white Nd6 (check) 13. black d6 (take)

Fig. 2: example of the above game play.

This would be a terrible way to play, as white would lose almost all of its major pieces for nothing, and there are much better strategies for white than what’s laid out here—but it does demonstrate the futility of pursuing a fast checkmate from this position.

White can still win by the end of the game, depending on how it’s played—but not any time soon, and definitely not in one move.

And it’s almost entirely because of the work of the pawns.

The Purpose

So what can we learn from this?

Well. Technically, just that the production forgot pawns existed and only focused on the major pieces to create their chess strategy—but in universe, I think that jives really well with the themes presented in Teen Wolf, and the way 3b specifically wraps up. Aiden will sacrifice himself to defeat the nogitsune—while fighting with Derek!—and other “unimportant” pieces, from Scott to Isaac, to unlabeled ones, like Lydia or Kira or even Stiles, will be key in defeating it. It’s not any one heavy hitter that wins the game, but the entire pack working together, sacrificing and setting up the people that go after them.

[lpwrites]

On Complexes and Burdens

Rambling about Scott again. Apologies if this isn't very polished, I got my wisdom teeth out and the meds kicked in right in the middle of this.

A lot (a lot) of criticism of Scott comes from the idea that he’s got a “Hero Complex”, and that somehow in the course of the show he’s just chomping at the bit to be The Hero.

It’s a very strange assertion, to me, because even in Season 1, it’s very obvious that Scott does not want to be in the position he’s in. He snaps at Stiles several times because, while he did receive what an outside would consider cool superpowers, it’s not something he ever wanted. He didn’t ask for the bite, and he didn’t ask for the burden that came with it.

When they’re sneaking into the parking lot to investigate the attack on the school bus driver, Scott bristles when Stiles complains about wanting to be Batman (the hero) instead of just the sidekick, telling him that /no one/ is Batman. It’s not about being the hero, but getting to the bottom of whether or not he had unintentionally hurt someone.

Again, when Stiles talks positively about his powers, (under the effects of wolfsbane) Scott snaps that Stiles is enjoying the situation too much. He’s treating it like a game, something cool to happen to someone, instead of what was a traumatic experience that left Scott with consequences he now has to deal with, and the responsibility he has to take for his own actions in everything.

In S1, Scott is directly involved because of Peter’s influence over him, and is part of the reason why he (and Stiles) poke into the deaths that Peter is causing. If Peter is using Scott to kill people, however unwilling, that puts the death on Scott. (And we can talk about accessories and how unwilling Scott is even when Peter uses his Alpha power on him, but knowing Scott’s personality, he would entirely blame himself. We’ve seen it before in the series, because Scott tends to place the blame of anyone getting hurt on himself.)

He’s responsible for it, in his mind, because there’s no one else to lay the responsibility on. The hunters and Derek and Peter certainly don’t take responsibility for the deaths caused by them, and to Scott, who we’ve seen is an empathetic individual, /someone/ has to. If the other options don’t, or refuse to, then it falls on Scott.

In Season 2, we carry another revenge plot, this by Matt and the Kanima, that Scott and the others try to solve. He’s not searching for people to save – he’s not a White Knight looking for damsels, and he’s not functioning under the hero complex so many complain about.

He’s a teenager who knows about this other world right under everyone’s noses. The adults who know of this other world and who Should be responsible to do something (the Hunters and Derek’s pack) aren’t doing much to help stop these murders, so Scott has to take up the burden.

The responsibility SHOULDN’T lie on the shoulders of a 16 year old, when there are adults who are capable and who have been aware of this world for much longer, but neither side seems to really care about the fact that, regardless of what these humans have done or not done, they’re being murdered.

None of Scott’s actions really paint him as the aggressive ~hero complex savior~ that a lot of Scott haters seem to think of though. He doesn’t go out of his way to prove he’s the hero – he doesn’t go up to the victims and demand they acknowledge them as a hero, he’s not putting himself out there for recognition or praise. He doesn’t ask for compensation, or accolades, or rub it in peoples faces, because it’s not about being a hero in his mind. It’s about being responsible, and bearing the burden for knowing of this other world and not being able to help.

In 3A you see it even more, because the sacrifices that Jennifer hunts down have nothing to do with the supernatural world, or with each other. They’re coincidences, and though obviously at the end the targets are personal, they’re still innocent people being attacked. In Season 4, with the deadpool, it’s even more evident, because Scott doesn’t know all of the people on the list. They’re (for the most part) just trying to live, just like he is, and they’re being hunted down.

It’s not selfish to want people to be safe. It’s not something to look down on when a character decides to do the right thing, to do the responsible thing, even though they don’t have to. Scott saves people, and he is a hero, but he certainly never considers himself as such, and it’s a shame that a conversation about responsibility and burden gets twisted to often into “Scott’s not a hero because he wants to be a hero so bad”.

I would offer instead that Scott’s sense of responsibility is a defense mechanism, probably because of his parents’ divorce. If things were as rough as implied in the show, there had to have been fights leading up to Rafael getting kicked out of the house. A child doesn’t understand those kinds of things, but understands that fighting is bad, and that fixing the problem will help make things better.

If he places the responsibility on himself, then his parents won’t be stressed, and they can be okay again. If he takes that burden onto himself, takes that blame, then things will be easier for Melissa going forward. If he works a job in high school he can make it so they have a little more money and they won’t have to struggle financially. Those aren’t the actions of a hero, necessarily. They’re a stopgap to fix things for people so that they don’t suffer.

(If you’ve watched Encanto, you’ve seen “Surface Pressure”. It’s not the burden of the oldest, but it’s certainly a burden I’m sure many people can relate to.)

We’ve heard it throughout the entire series, over and over again. Scott never wanted the bite, or everything that followed. Whatever benefits he got from it don’t hold a candle to the pain and suffering he’s dealt with, and the pain and suffering his loved ones have had to deal with. He’s not grandstanding, he’s not hamming it up to adoring crowds. He’s just trying to get by.

Scott McCall is a reluctant hero, and his actions are heroic, but none of what he does shows that it’s something he ever wanted to do, or be. He’s responsible to a fault, and he will carry that burden to ease it for others, but I wouldn’t call that a hero complex.

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Brutalized Teenage Werewolf, 16, Was Not Perfect

After reading another post where someone complains about Scott McCall “ditching Stiles for Allison” yesterday – in it the OP once again fails to provide any examples of when Scott actually ditched Stiles or even a scene where Stiles complains about being ditched – I was thinking about how many times I’ve seen the same thing on various fandom sites.

All the traditional hits were present.   The fact that the OP didn’t find Scott “relatable,” which by now every member of the fandom should realize is code for “white.”  Somehow they find such distinct personalities as Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Jackson Whittemore, Liam Dunbar, and Isaac Lahey “relatable.”   These characters are all popular and receive great sympathy, but I double-dog dare anyone to explain to me what traits they all possess that make them relatable which Scott did not also possess.  Except, of course, one. 

As to be expected, when confronted with their decision to go into the Scott McCall tag to complain about things Scott didn’t do, they responded with that old hoary chestnut, “Scott isn’t perfect.”  It’s such an odd thing to say.   Considering all the people that fandom does find relatable, shouldn’t that be a factor that helps make him more relatable?  Shouldn’t the fact that he sometimes makes mistakes and sometimes gets frustrated or sometimes hides from his responsibilities give him qualities that should put him on the same level as Stiles “Oh, You’ll heal” Stilinski, Jackson “Like you ruin everything!” Whittemore, Isaac “I was thinking I’d channel it into killing her” Lahey, Derek “It happens” Hale, or Peter “Why break my own toys when I can break someone else’s” Hale?

But it doesn’t. Instead, we get reassurances from this army of fans that their dislike has nothing to do with race though they can’t explain what it does have to do with and can only say that Scott is “not perfect.”   Or they’ll magnify something Scott does into a crime of cosmic proportions, such as saying something insensitive to the man who betrayed him twice in the first season or the man who literally kept mind-controlling Scott in an attempt to get him to kill people.

And it struck me – I’ve seen this before in real life.   How many times do you think I have read or had it pointed out to me a newspaper headline where some victim of police brutality or government malfeasance is profiled, but attention is specifically drawn to their flaws, no matter how trivial, in an attempt to mitigate what was being done some to them: “Victim of Police Murder Squad, 23, Was No Saint!”  The story then goes to explain a life of sordid mistakes, even though nine times out of ten, these particular sordid mistakes have nothing to do with the victim being beaten to death in custody.

I’m not saying these events are equally heinous, but I am saying they come from the same urge, a trivial reflection of a greater sin.   It happens when people know they are doing something wrong, whether a group of fans recognize that they’re mangling a show they’re supposedly fans of or part of a society recognize that members are being treated unfairly, they attempt to obscure it by somehow intimating that the victim deserved it.   In fandom’s case, Scott exists in a nebulous zone between White Knight Hero (which he never was indicated to be) and Secretly Evil Moron Tyrant (which he wasn’t either).

Other, better writers than me have talked about how minority characters are held to higher standards as a way of reducing their importance or recontexualizing the stories and themes in which they are involved.  I’ve always recognized that as happening in my fandom, but this is one time I’ve been able to pinpoint a specific manifestation of it.