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whoistartaglia · 1 year

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I was thinking only 1 bed with Al haitham, childe, dottore, and scara? Maybe they went on a mission and needed a hotel for the night. Both of you decided the same room but 2 beds. The hostess mixes up 1 room 2 beds with 1 room 1 bed. You or (character) didn’t check the tag but knew the room number, so you guys went in and your checks went red. Tried to explain the plot to the best of my ability! -💫

thanks for the submission! i’m only doing two characters per request, so i just picked the first two.

trope: only one bed

including: al haitham, childe

al haitham.

“they don’t have any other rooms,” al haitham says by way of announcement, opening and closing the hotel door behind him.

“oh… that’s okay,” you say.

you glance at the bed—the only bed—in your hotel room. it’s large, maybe enough to lay side-by-side without touching… as long as you remained completely still the entire night.

“you take it.” you turn back to al haitham, who’s already grabbing a throw blanket off the bed and tossing it to the floor. he tosses it on the ground, but before he can grab a pillow you rush to stand infront of him.

“oh al haitham, please stop.”

“you’d have me sleep on the floor without a pillow?” he raises an eyebrow. “that’s cruel.”

“no, that’s not it! you can… sleep on the bed. it’s okay.”

“and where will you be sleeping?”

you swallow uncomfortably. “…on the bed.”

al haitham’s eyes widen by a fraction. you rush to explain: “it’s only one night. and besides we’re friends, right? it’ll be fine. and besides, you can’t sleep on the floor, and i don’t want to.”

about a half-an-hour later, you’re both settled uncomfortably on both sides of the bed, as far away from each ow we ther as possible.

“tomorrow, we’ll get a better hotel.”

“tomorrow?” al haitham asks. “tomorrow we’ll be at home.” oh. had it been a week already? you supposed the bulk of your mission was over. though you hadn’t really wanted to go, you find yourself not wanting to travel home.

you wanted to stay like this: traveling with al haitham, exploring the world, solving its mysteries. when you got home, it was likely you wouldn’t see him that much, if at all.

“i wish it was longer,” al haitham whispers, echoing your thought. you turn over, and find yourself staring at him. his eyes are close, but flutter open when he feels your gaze.

“me too.”

“maybe we can do something like this again?”

“adventuring?”

“being this close,” al haitham clarifies. you nod, and he launches into a rambling about your mission, future adventures, his studies, anything and everything, like he’s stretching out the night, if he can make it last longer.

you find yourself drifting off to his voice. when you wake up, you’ve somehow entwined yourself in his arms. you smile, feeling about bout of sleep overtake you. later, you’d have to make the last leg of the journey home, and go through everything that happened… but for now, you allowed yourself to enjoy al haitham’s soft breathing, the sun coming in through the curtains, and the peacefulness of the moment.

childe.

“you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“no, you’re sleeping on the floor.”

you and childe have been going at this for the better part of an hour now. you meant to start the travel back to snezhnaya tonight, but were stuck in monstadt due to a thundering storm outside. this inn was the only one left, with only one room, with only one bed.

you sigh through your nose and hold up your hands. you’re not getting anywhere; you’re both too stubborn.

“we will both sleep on the floor,” you decide.

childe laughs out loud at that. “you mean you will. i’ll be on the—“

you cut childe off by throwing your bags, wet from the downpour outside, on the bed.

“what did you do that for?” childe demands, snatching the bags off the bed and tossing them to the floor.

“now we both can’t have it.”

you grab your sleeping packs out of your bags. you put childe’s on one side of the bed and yours on the other. he grumbles and doesn’t try and fight you as you blow out the lights, and finally settle down to sleep.

or, at least, that’s what childe thinks. once you hear him snoring—an entire hour later—you creep towards the bed, careful to avoid each creaky floorboard. you touch the comforter; it’s slightly damp still, but no matter. it would dry soon. you quietly settle yourself into the center of the mattress, and within a few minutes you’re asleep.

when you wake up, it’s still storming outside, maybe even harder than before. you needed to get home, but traveling in this weather… no, that wouldn’t be an option. frustrated, you turn over and bump into—

“childe?” you yell, sitting up straight.

he lazily blinks his eyes open and smiles up at you. “good morning.”

“what are you doing on the bed?” you ask.

“what are you doing?” childe shoots back. “looks like you broke your own promise to stay on the floor.”

“so did you.” you roll your eyes and flop back down. you and childe were too alike sometimes.

“well, at least we know one good thing.” childe stands up and gazes out the window. lightning strikes something far in the distance, and a clap of thunder sounds.

“what?”

“tonight, we can both sleep in the bed.”

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luellasplanet · 11 months

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glitch. (klara bühl)

word count: 919

based on taylor swift’s song ‘glitch’

in which you express your feelings for klara after weeks of ignoring one another

England vs Germany. Your home vs her home. Your family vs her family. You vs her. You vs the love of your life.

It was supposed to be you and her against the world.

You had been head of heels for Klara ever since she sat down opposite you on the bus. Coming to Germany with the bare minimum of basic german knowledge proved to be quite a challenge, and you struggled to understand what everyone was saying most of the time.

Most of your teammates spoke English pretty well but they all preferred to speak german to one another, often leaving you on the outside of their jokes as they didn’t know how to translate it to English.

You chose to sit alone on the bus, the girls speaking German around you made you realise exactly how bad your knowledge of the language really was.

But there she was, your saving grace.

Offering a helping hand and a smile as she taught you the language, on the bus, before every match.

She opted out of some team bonding sessions to be with you in your apartment, showing you around the city, helping you set up your apartment and teaching you german along the way.

Things had felt different ever since you had gotten back from winning the euros, this time accompanied by your fellow England teammate, Georgia. You were more at home with your childhood best friend by your side.

a slight malfunction

But you missed your other best friend. She had started distancing herself from you shortly after your return from England.

After the final whistle was blown she was instantly in your arms, softly crying into shoulder as you whispered how proud of her you were into her ear.

It was in that moment that Klara realised that she was totally and utterly infatuated with you.

But ever since you had come back to Germany ther was an awkward tension that roamed over the both of you like a dark cloud.

i thought we had no chance

She had barely spoken to you over the last month, even Sydney had tried to make Klara talk to you.

But nothing, the girl basically refused to look you in the eye half the time. Speaking very few words to you at training and only when deemed absolutely necessary.

we were supposed to be just friends

“This is so stupid, can you just talk to me please,” you plead with the girl standing in front of you.

“Please Klara,” you almost whisper as you gently grab her hand, forcing her to look at you.

The two of you were at the farmers market, after about a week of pleading she had finally decided to come out with you.

“I can’t y/n, I’m not good at this whole feelings thing!” She answers without looking directly into your eyes, instead choosing to focus her vision on your hands that were still attached to her wrist. Your eyes widen at the statement, while confusion is evident on your face as you scrunch your eyebrows together, “feelings thing?”

“Just tell me what’s up with you, please,” god you had never heard yourself sound so desperate before, but something had been off for the past month and you couldn’t continue living like it didn’t effect you.

She finally looks up meeting your gaze, you could see her eyes had glossed over slightly but no tears had fallen. “Ich bin in dich verliebt, aber ich war so eine schreckliche Person und eine Freundin für dich. Es tut mir so leid, dass ich dich völlig ignoriert habe, aber ich habe nicht gedacht, dass du genauso fühlst, also wusste ich nicht, was ich tun sollte.” (I’m in love with you, but I’ve been such an awful person and friend to you. I’m so sorry that I completely ignored you but I didn’t think you felt the same way so I didn’t know what to do.)

“Oh kla,” you tell her looking at her face that was filled of regret. “Ich bin in dich verliebt, seit du mir angeboten hast, mir im Bus Deutsch beizubringen. Zuerst war es keine echte Liebe, mehr Anziehungskraft als alles andere, aber nachdem man dich besser kennengelernt hatte, wurde es zu echter Liebe… Klara Bühl Ich bin in dich verliebt.” (I’ve been in love with you ever since you offered to teach me German on the bus. At first it wasn’t real love, more attraction than anything else, but after getting to know you better it became real love… Klara Bühl I am in love with you.)

Finally meeting your gaze, her smile had widen as she interlocked your hands together. Glancing between her eyes and her lips you slowly lean forward waiting for her to react. She learnt forward as well, connecting yours and her lips together.

You had almost forgotten that the two of you were standing in front of an orange stand, smiling against her lips you pull away, while keeping a firm hold on her hands. Relishing in the feeling of her hands entwined in yours.

“Soooo… will you go out on a date with me?” You question, rubbing your thumbs over her knuckles. Far too shy to look up at her.

“Of course I would y/n!” She laughed at your shyness before dragging you by the hand to go look at the flower stands.

#woso #dfb frauen #woso x reader #football #klara bühl #klara Bühl x reader #luella’s fics

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mimisempai · 7 months

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You were always on my mind

Summary

An innocent question from Muriel about Crowley's sketch of the Mona Lisa leads to an unexpected reaction from Aziraphale, and allows the angel and demon to talk about a past they do not share.

Notes

The characters of Leonardo and Salaï are based on their characterization in Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood.

On Ao3

Rating G - 1494 words

"Crowley?"

The demon, who was watering his plants, turned to Muriel and saw that they were standing in front of his precious sketch of Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa.

As he approached, Muriel turned to him and, pointing to the painting where the inscription read, "Al mio amico Antonio dal tuo amico Leo da V." they asked, "Were you really friends with Leonardo Da Vinci?"

Neither of them saw Aziraphale, who had stopped to put away a book in order to listen to Crowley's answer, for he himself knew nothing of the origin of this friendship.

He had seen the inscription "To my friend Anthony". But he had chosen to ignore it, or rather to ignore the odd feeling it aroused in him.

Leonardo and Crowley sat across from each other over a drink, both quite intoxicated, but still lucid enough to talk.

Crowley looked around at all the sketches of the same woman, then pointed to one hanging on the wall and said, "That one, that's the best, even better than the finished painting.

He pointed to the canvas on the easel.

Leonardo rested his head on his hand and replied, "I got her bloody smile right in the cartoons, but it went all over the place when I painted it. Her husband had a few things to say about it when he was in yesterday, but, like I told him, Signor del Giocondo, apart from you, who's ever going to see it?"

Crowley chuckled, "Well said! Leo, if it's all right with you, I'd like to buy this from you."

The demon pointed to the sketch pinned to the wall and added, "I'll give you eleven florins for it."

Leonardo shook his head and said, "Antonio, canaglia! I want twenty!"

"Fifteen!"

Leonardo held out his hand and replied, " Deal. Now, explain this helicopter thingie again, win you?"

Crowley shook his hand and explained.

"Wow. And what was he like?"

Crowley replied with a gentle smile, "An interesting guy, much more open-minded than people of his generation, and way ahead of his time even before I told him a few secrets. The kind of person you don't forget."

Aziraphale briskly closed the book, causing Muriel and Crowley to turn at the noise. Then, pretending not to see them, he put the book down and returned to his desk, feigning concentration on a manuscript while seething inside.

He hadn't liked the look on Crowley's face when he had spoken of his "friend." He hadn't liked it at all.

Crowley and Muriel had continued to chat in front of the painting, but Aziraphale tried not to pay attention, and soon, lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that Muriel had come out.

"Angel?"

Aziraphale tried not to show his distress as he turned to Crowley.

The demon continued, "Maggie asked me to give you this."

He showed him a plate with a slice of apple pie and continued, "She said she made it for you to thank you for your little arrangement. How about a little break with a cup of tea?"

Crowley was so thoughtful that Aziraphale felt even worse for being consumed by jealousy. He nodded and followed Crowley to the round table, avoiding looking at the painting as he passed.

He sat down at the table where Crowley had placed the plate and a steaming cup of tea. The demon sat down not far from him, a mug of coffee in his hands.

Aziraphale avoided his gaze and took a spoonful of cake. The cake was delicious, but given his state of mind, Aziraphale had to force himself to show his appreciation.

Crowley, not fooled, frowned and asked, "Angel, is something wrong?"

Aziraphale said hesitantly, "You never told me about your friendship with Leonardo Da Vinci."

"Oh, that? Well, you see, Angel, sometimes so much time passed between our meetings in the past that, amidst all we had to say and do, there wasn't room to cover it all. I had come to Florence for some temptations, but, as usual, the ingenuity of human beings in matters of sin surpassed me, and I found myself here with nothing to do. One evening, in a tavern, I made the acquaintance of his assistant, Salaï, who told me that I had the type of figure his master liked to draw, and dragged me to Leonardo's studio. And after that evening, when I bought the sketch of the Mona Lisa, we met again several times to drink and talk, he was much more enlightened than his contemporaries, clever and an excellent artist as well as a good drinking companion".

Aziraphale, growing increasingly annoyed, replied, "And besides, he knew your name was Anthony, or should I say Antonio."

He couldn't hide the bitterness in his voice and Crowley noticed and asked him bluntly, "Are you by any chance jealous, Angel?"

Aziraphale didn't answer and looked away.

"Angel?" insisted Crowley, who had moved closer.

He grabbed the Angel's chin, forcing him to turn his head toward him, and said softly, "Because if you are, you should know that you have no reason to be jealous. Leo was already involved with someone."

Azirapahel replied in a sulky voice, "But you liked his company."

Crowley replied in an amused tone, "For the reasons I told you. I even told him about you."

"Don't make fun of me, Crowley!"

The demon protested, "I'm not laughing at you. Just listen. The love of his life was his assistant, Salaï, which is ironically short for the Italian word "saladino," meaning "little devil." Which he was, by the way. He really had Leo wrapped around his little finger.”

"Leonardo, I'm going to have a few drinks with my friends, don't wait up for me tonight!"

Salaï blew him a kiss before closing the door behind him to the sound of the artist's light laughter.

Crowley turned to him and asked, "Is there a... special bond between you and this brat?"

Leonardo shook his head, "He's just my assistant."

Crowley raised an eyebrow and replied, "If he were just an assistant, you wouldn't have to specify, mio amico."

Leonardo took a sip of wine before replying quietly, "My past has taught me to keep those aspects of my life, private."

Crowley replied gently, "You need say no more."

Leonardo smiled and replied in a cheeky tone, "You know my biggest secret, tell me something about yourself, Antonio."

Crowley waited a few seconds before answering, also smiling, "There's this person, he's annoying at times, we're very different and don't often agree, but he's the only person I feel close to and have absolute trust in. We're a bit like two sides of the same coin, and it's only on the edge that we can meet."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Huh?"

"Antonio, mio amico, what are you doing here with me?

Crowley didn't answer and Leonardo continued, "La vita senza amore, non è affatto vita. A life without love is no life at all. It doesn't matter what kind of love it is, maybe you don't know, but if it's the only person you feel close to, that's who you should be with."

"You see, Angel, you have no reason to be jealous, he even sent me to you. He probably saw the nature of my feelings for you long before I did."

Still holding the angel's chin between his fingers, he leaned over him and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. Then, pulling back a little, he continued, "You know, even when we haven't seen each other in centuries, you've always been in my thoughts. Especially since Job, there has been this other someone who went with his side as far as he could. Like me. Alone together, but aware of each other, so not quite so alone."

Aziraphale smiled and, placing his hand on the demon's cheek, said softly, "I'm sorry for my irrational jealousy.

Crowley shook his head and, leaning into the angel's hand, replied gently, "There is nothing to forgive. If anything, it's rather flattering. But more seriously, it shows us that there is so much we don't know about each other."

"You're right, and after hearing what you just told me about him, I'm glad you had a friend like that."

This time it was Aziraphale who leaned in to give Crowley a gentle kiss, and when he pulled away, he had a cheeky grin on his face as he said, "And thanks to that, I can boast that I'm the owner of the only bookshop to have an authentic Da Vinci hanging on one of its walls."

They both laughed, then the angel picked up his spoon and resumed enjoying his slice of apple pie while the demon took a long sip of coffee.

Their unoccupied hands sought each other across the table, intertwining their fingers.

They looked at each other, smiling knowingly, aware that they had cleared another small hurdle.

Just talking and listening.

Learning together.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers #leonardo da vinci #mona lisa

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echantedtoon · 5 months

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Charlastor Week Day 2

Day 2 (3-2): Human Au

*My own Au which is different from other's. SO- Human Au where Charlie is (the human) a singer in the 1990's fighting for her dreams of becoming a professional singer and fights for equal treatment in her workplace despite her parents' own believes, and AL(the demon) takes a liking to her.*

The long night had finally come to a close for the dancer as she casually made her way back to her dressing room. It had been quite tiring dealing with all of tonight's drunken idiots and their advances thrown at her. But.......she could at least relax now that all her 'fans' were left behind. Or so she thought. She was almost to her room when a small feeling in her gut got her attention. She stopped before looking back........No one but the other staff members were there and they were doing other things. She shrugged it off, but the feeling never went away. She eventually got to said dressing room and on contact, flung open the door and slammed it behind her. She sighed and leaned against the door. She stayed like that for a moment before kicking off her shoes and pushing herself off the doorway. Her body was stiff and sore from all that dancing and singing she had done. What she needed was a good drink. Walking across the room, she stopped in front of a small cabinet. Opening it, she looked at all the selections available......before picking one from the very back. She failed to notice the red eyes in the mirror behind her.

Sitting back up, she carefully placed a wine glass and the bottle on top of the cabinet.

"Gin. Nice choice."

She yelped and whirled around. In the process, knocking over the glass and bottle. A crash was heard followed by shattered glass and spilt wine. On instinct, she leaped back from the mess and looked at it.....before looking at the direction were the voice came from. And froze.In the shadows, leaning against her vanity, was a tall figure staring back at her. He was much taller than her and wore what looked like a red suit. His red eyes stared back at her like a wild cat sizing up it's prey. She couldn't tell which was more creepy......That smile or his eyes.

"Who are you?"

he smiled wider (if that was even possible) and leaned into the light. She got a better glimpse at him. "How rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself." He walked with a slight sashay until he stood directly in front of her. He gave a slight bow before extending a hand. "My name is Alastor and you are Ms. Charlotte I presume."

"Y-Yes. What are you doing in my dressing room? I specifically said I don't do meet ups. Of any kind."

He stared at her. "I've been watching a few of your shows and I must say......your voice is very radio worthy.~"

She stared up at him completely confused. "........Well, thank you, Sir. B-B-But Im afraid flattery will get you no where here."

"Mmm. A tough personality. Admirable."

She crossed her arms and gave him a frown. "Look. If you're here to just butter me up-" She pointed at the door. "-then please just get out. I have nothing to give you and you have nothing to gain from me."

He paused......before chuckling? She now stared completely bewildered at this possibly crazy man. This was starting to get too weird for her liking.

"I assure you, I want nothing you have. Nor am I here to dote flattery upon you."

"...Then what ARE you here for? Last time I checked, it wasn't very gentleman like to sneak into a lady's dressing room."

Without warning, he suddenly leaned down eye level causing her to back. His wild expression causing more uneasiness. "I simply wished to give you something."

It was hard to gulp down the lump in her throat before saying, ''W-What?"

A sudden sweet smell hit her before something red was pressed into her hand. Blinking, she looked down at the object in her hand.".......A rose?"

"Take it as a token of my admiration~ Do enjoy the fine gin you left out."

"But it was-" She turned around, but froze at the site before her.

The glass and wine bottle was still there.....only.....They weren't broken. No glass on the ground. No wine spilt....It was just.....Like it never happened.

"-Broken......How did you-?"

She froze again when she was met with an empty room. She looked around for any possible way he could've left, but found none. She stared a little longer before looking at the fixed glass, then at the flower in her hand. The only possible things that proved he was even there.

"......I think...I need that drink now."

#hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel #radiobelle #charlastorweek #charlastorweek2020 #charlastor #charlie x alastor #alastor x charlie

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lauriegraham01 · 8 months

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avengers compound headcannons

pairing: avengers x avenger!reader, gn!reader, poc!reader

summary: list of hc's of what its like to live in the avengers tower/later compound with these group of dumbasses

wc: 538

a/n: sorry i haven't updated in a while, my chronic pain has been kicking my ass recently and uni is starting up but netherless, enjoy!

Domesticity

The Avengers occupy the top three floors of the tower. With Tony and Peppers penthouse on top, a recreational level on the floor below and then the rest of the avengers rooms on the floor below.

Family styled dinners every night. Tony insisted on hiring a private chef for the whole team but Wanda was fiercely against it.

Wanda, Pietro, Sam and you were the ones that actually brought some spice and seasoning to everyones diet.

Bucky and Clint would pinch in by helping wash or cut vegetables.

Tony and Nat would set the table together.

Thor would prepare drinks and Vision and Steve would deal with dishes afterwards.

You would always call be the one to call Loki for dinner. Often finding him either in the library or in the garden, both places giving him peace of mind. (He never minded when you joined him tho)

Social Outings

Movie nights at least twice a month!!!

It initially started with everyone alternating on choosing a movie but democracy was quickly thrown out the window and now yall spent 20 minutes fighting over what to watch.

Going out clubbing in the city always guaranteed a good time.

Especially when Maria and Valkyrie showed up

Visions was ALWAYS designated driver but he truly didn't mind.

Steve, Bucky, Loki, and Thor would pregame on Asgardian ale, While Nat and Pietro would be bartenders for everyone else pregaming.

Bruce would typically stay sober every time we went out after last time he got hammered him, Clint, and Thor woke up in an alleyway with no pants, shoes or socks.

Nat can handle her liquor the best out of everyone. Wanda is an extreme lightweight.

Pietro was more of a stoner and you two would always light up at every chance together.

In fact he was the first person you ever did psychedelics with and the experience was truly euphoric.

Wanda and you are guilty of indulging in a drunk ciggy.

The girls always invited you for every sleepover and it would always start off pure but then end in a chaotic shitshow.

It would start with face-masks, painting each thers nails, before pretty soon after many many drinks, yall would host a karoake/dance party right in the living room.

(Loki may or may not have been in attendance as well)

Chaos

Sam and Bucky would sometimes surprise Peter by picking him up from school and then proceed to bully him the entire way back home.

During debriefs, Pietro would always send you random memes/tiktoks and you would have to try your hardest not to laugh out loud.

Speaking of which, Pietro would constantly post thrist traps on his social media accounts.

Peter would always try to get us involved in his tiktoks.

Whenever you would speak in your native language, the rest of the team would be mesmerized especially Loki, Pietro, Wanda, and Bucky.

Peter would ask you if you could teach him and you obviously taught him all of the swear words.

You and Loki would use your powers to pull pranks on each other and one time things got so out of hand, that Tony kicked both of yall out for a solid week.

Also Pietro totally had a thing for Aunt May at some point, he's down horrendously for MILFS

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hirik0 · 8 months

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You always meet twice part 3

part 1 | part 2

Dirt road, Mexico 8 h after Graves betrayal

Ghost drove as fast as he dared speeding towards the safe house. Soap slipped in and out of consciousness. He needs to patch up Soap soon, but he's not sure if they are far away enough from Las Almas. Soap groans in pain and Ghost just stops in the middel of the road. Just a bandage he can do the rest in the save house. "Lt?", Soap ask confused. "Just a short stop, till we reached the safe house." "Can't believe Alejandro didn't tell me", Soap complains voice sounding tiered. "You were to friendly with Graves, nothing personal Soap", Ghost says shrugging before he pulls out a mini medical kit. Not seeing the hurt expressions on Soaps face, it felt personal to him. "Showed me the cool new shiny toys", Soap groans when Ghost putting a good amount of disinfectant on his arm. "Yeah, got something Price should put on our shopping list for Kate?", Ghost jokes geting a huff from Soap Johnny. "Na, don't think Laswell gets the founds for what I want", Soap pouts while Ghost is wrapping the bandage around his arm. Adorable.. oh bloody fucking shit not again. Soap is patched up enough for them to continue to drive. Get to the save house and then figure out how to get the fuck out of Mexico. This country is cursed he will never do a mission here again. Also not knowing who burned them sucks. Price hand picked them he would not, right? Gaz, he's Price protégé, but also he would never do something like this having still intact morales. Kate and Shepard in the other hand, who else could it be. Which means that if Price and Gaz aren't involved they have a target on ther backs now to. "Fucking shit", Ghost curses anger settings his blood on fire and maybe he steps a bit harder on the gas pedal then needed. Soap just holds on for dear live, clearly noticing how angry Ghost is and how fast they are driving in the dark over a sand road. But he stays silent hopening they will not crash or he bleeds out first.

They regrouped with Rudy in the save house and its time to finally taking proper care of Soaps arm. Rudy is collecting some supplies while Ghost is cooking some water to make it sterile while Soap is sitting on a table waiting. "Got everything, hermano", Rudy says when he puts all the supplies on the table. "Ghost, you got expiring in patching yourself together right?", Rudy ask when he notices that there is no exit wound. "Yes, Why?", Ghost ask bringing the water with him. "Ever needed to get a bullet out of yourself?" "A few", Ghost says grimmer understanding what Rudy is actually asking, Soap just swallows at the news of getting someone to pick a bullet out of his arm. Fucking Graves. "Don't think I should do it", Ghost admits as he starts feeling exhausted, from not really sleeping the last few days and the way his body is stopping producing adrenaline. Rudy nods, he's the most rested of the three, he had a nap, maybe cried before said nap, but nobody needs to know. He gets the gloves on before washing as much blood as possible from Soaps arm. While he picks around with the twisers in Soaps arm he asks: "When did Ale tell you about this safe house?" "Right before the oil rake." Rudy just nods, while having problems to get grip on the bullet. Soap does his best to not flinch death gripping the table edge. Cursing in Scottish in ways his mother would not approve. "He is trying to curse Graves bloodline or something like this?", Rudy asks amused before he finally is able to pull out the bullet. Ghost just shrugs but is laughing at Rudys comment. "Very funny Rudy", Soap says clearly not amused. Rudy just stitches him up before putting a new bandage on and giving Soap some pain killers. "Let's get some rest, Sergeant", Ghost says needing sleep just as badly as Soap at this point. "I will wake you up if we get unwanted guests", Rudy assures them while cleaning up. "Ghost drove the ones over that saw the car", Soap says. "Gave them a good close look", Ghost jokes making the other two laugh. Ghost takes a cot in the darkest conor needing the comfort of the shadow putting an knife under the pillow. Not been seen on the first, second and third glance can safe your live. Soap already passed out on his cot, occasionally snoring the only indication of him still breathing. But of course sleep dont just happend to Ghost no matter the exhaustion and of fucking course Tommy is haunting him again. Johnny was the only friend Tommy made Ghost liked, he didn't encourage Tommy to take harder drugs then Ecstasy and made sure that Tommy didn't drank to much. Hell he even convinced Tommy somehow to finish school and to get better grades. A small smile is spreading over his face, emotions are bubbeling up in him he didn't feel in a long time. He should stomp this emotions but sleep is claiming him instead.

Ghost wakes up 3 hours later, hes still exhauste, but he dont sleep more then that. 3 hours is honestly his equivalent of a full night rest. He hears Soap snoring feeling revealed that the Scot is still breathing. His eyes lids are still heavy maybe he would be able to just fall back asleep. Against his better knowledge he let's his eyes fall close again, knowing the next round of sleep will be filled with nightmares. Sleep slowly pulling him down again. The dreams are the worst he had in a while. Price throwing him down a cliff, Gaz stabbing him, Soap sliding his throat, Soap turning in to Graves, and from time to time Joseph's voice telling him to not trust the egg head. A clear reference to Shepard. He wakes up sweeting taking in deep breaths the rest of the 3 hour sleep washed away, he should just have gone up offering to Rudy to take a rest. He gets up, shortly looking over Soap seeing the younger is still in a deep sleep and the badge is still clean before he goes to Rudy who is looking over some blueprints. "You look like shit", is all Rudy is saying when Ghost steps in the light. He can only see Ghost eyes and general body langue, good observing skills. Ghost says nothing seeing that the remains of tears that run down Rudys face, if the other would look up Ghost is sure the eyes would be red and puffy. "You good Rudy?", Ghost ask instead of making a snark remark. "Si, why do you ask?", Rudy answers confused. "You cryed", Ghost stats his observation. Rudy looked up, his eyes are indeed red and puffy. "Got me there", Rudy says looking a bit ashamed, he got here in a lot better condition then Soap or Ghost and he still cried like this is the worst think ever happening to him. "We will get him and the others back, us three", Ghost says before looking at the blueprints of the base. "Si, honestly I think our chances are a lot better now then just me alone", Rudy says with a small smile. "Is that so?" "Si la fantasma is not on the enemies site big improvement, I guess Soap also will help", Rudy jokes. "So what's your plan?" Ghost asks chuckeling and shaking his head.

Soap wakes up after 6h of sleep, his first look goes to the cot Ghost claimed. He first thinks that he is just not seeing Ghost hidden in the shadow, but after several minutes if staring in the dark he realises Ghost already got up. He turn so he lays on his back, hearing the voices of Rudy and Ghost talking about something still to tiered to make out words. He puts his uninjured arms over his eyes before exhaling deeply. Jesus streaming shit, he has it bad. Running for your life and developing a crush on your fucking CO with the worlds shittiest jokes he ever heard.

"The mask take it off"

"Show my face?"

"Aye."

"Negative."

"Are you ugly?"

"Quite the opposite."

God Ghost sounded sure of himself, so smug and Soap wants to know now, seeing Ghosts face. What was he thinking? Flirting with his CO like this over radio with the enemy posibel to tap in on them every moment. A blush is painting his cheeks a dark pink. The voices of Ghost and Rudy are getting clearer now, they are talking over the base and strategies to infiltrate it. He takes a few deep breaths waiting for the blush to die down. He groans in pain when his arm is reminding him of the bullet would. Its loud enough for the other two to stop talking. Footsteps are aproaching him and he has to fight down the disappointment when its Rudy with pain meds and a glas of water. "How you're feeling hermano?, Rudy asks with,a tiered smile. "Like I got shot", Soap deadpans. "I see what Ghost calls humor must be rubbing of on you", Rudy says getting a insulted noice of protest from Soap. He has actual funny jokes and Rudy knows that. "Of with ya head, Rudy", Soap says before taking the meds. "Ready to kick Graves ass and get the Valqueros back?, Rudy ask with a smile on his face. "Aye."

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #rodolfo parra #call of duty modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish

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mr-humphries · 8 months

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Alan looked around at the dancing humans in different arrays colored dresses and suits. It was Eric’s idea to ‘crash a ball’ after another successful collection. Alan was never much of a social butterfly, so while his elder had went to get some brandy and wine, Alan stayed clustered to a corner and out of the sight of humans, as all exemplary Shinigami were meant to do. He began to get lost in his thoughts when he saw a large-yet familiar-gloved hand come into his field of vision.

The small Reaper followed the hand, up a well muscled black sleeved arm, honed to carry and fight with a scythe designed as a saw.. He continued up to the comfortable sight of a broad shoulder that had held Alan on it many times when the person attached to it would throw Alan over it. Then it was the shaggy, wild lion’s mane blonde hair.. had wouldn’t lie when he’d admit he thought of running his hands through it, His beloved mentor loved head scratches to help him sleep.. Alan looked to see a goofy, charming signature smirk and amusement dancing in green eyes as Eric noticed him giving the Scotsman a (very) slow once over.

“Car’ t’ danc’, Al?” Came the laughing but gentle tone as Eric kept his hand held out, his other hand nursing a crystal glass of whiskey, the finest and most expensive, no doubt. Alan’s cheeks heated to a cherry red color

“You know very well I don't dance, Eric..” He answered softly.

“Don’ ‘cause ya can’, ‘r won’?” He flashed a mischievous grin at his junior.

“I don’t,” Alan replied curtly, then softly added “And can’t..”

A softer expression crossed Eric’s face as he ‘tsk tsk’ed’ and took Alan’s hand, setting down his still untouched whiskey-some things were more important-and led Alan into the throng of dancers.

Too late to Argue or fight his ever enthusiastic and persistent mentor, Alan gave in and couldn’t help but smile shyly as Eric pulled him around so they were face to face. The elder’s hand found his waist and pulled him close, making the smaller male’s body feel warm.

“Eric… what are you doing?” :Alan asked, his voice was full of embarrassment, shrinking unconsciously closer to his stronger mentor to get away from the crowded dance floor.

“Te’chin’ ya t’ danc’, Al… no’s a gud a tim’ as any.. jus’ follow me n’ y’u’ll b’ fin’..” :When the music began again, Eric took a step, making Alan stumble with him. The scotsman chuckled softly. “Yur fin’, le’s try again..” Another step, and Alan followed more gracefully. Eric grinned, “Aye, ther’ ya ar’, lad… we’l make a natural of ya, yet.” He lead, and Alan dutifully followed, just as he always did. He couldn’t help but watch Eric through the dance, lost in his looks and the concentration on the elder reaper’s face. He looked handsome, just as he always did, but…now.. there was something Alan couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the casual confidence Eric had rolling off of him, or the graceful steps he lead Alan in.. but.. it made Alan’s heart flutter in his chest..the whole world was gone around them, it was only the two of them in the entire ballroom.. it always had been just the two of them.

“Yur starin’ again, luv..” He heard Eric mumble softly. Alan gave a sharp shake of his head before he looked up to see that they had stopped dancing, and the floor was beginning to clear.

“O-oh… I apologize, I was far away..” Alan was quick to mumble apologies as he went to step back, but Eric’s hand didn’t move, keep Alan planted firmly in front of him, against him:

“I dunnae say ‘t’w’s a bad thin’…” They stayed staring at one another for a good while, another song and dance had whirled to life around them. But two dancers stayed locked in another dance, one they had been dancing for years.. Alan was the first to pull away again, letting out a soft laugh.

“We should go.. we don’t want overtime, do we?”

“Al..”

“I mean, I know how much you..”

“Al..”

“..hate the overtime-“

“-Alan!” Came Eric’s sharp cut off voice, it was louder than he had meant it, but Alan had stopped rambling. “I dunnae car’ about the bloody overtime’… i care’ ‘bout yu’u, Alan.. i always ‘ave.. we’ve been doin’ our own dance around each other fur quite som’ tim’…”

“Eric..”

“Hush ‘n listen t’ yur elders..” :Eric sighed and moved a strand of soft brown hair from Alan’s face, moving to cup his cheek: “i love ya, Al..m’ flow’r.. m’ light in m’ dark dark world’.'i've been a coward until now t’ tell ya.. but better late than ne’er, Aye..?”

A small smile crept over the junior’s face. His arms wrapping as best they could around Eric’s neck, he stood on his tip toes and kissed his best friend and mentor with every ounce of love he could muster..when Eric kissed him back, Alan smiled, what a perfect way to crash a ball.

SJFHSJD THATS ADORABLE OMG

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I'm gonna draw this when I don't have commissions 👁👁

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#black butler #kuroshitsuji #the most beautiful death in the world #1000 souls and the fallen shinigami #alan humphries #eric slingby #READ IT #NOW #OR IM EATING YOUR DOG

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augustdamilelv · 8 months

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The Ball

Good morning everyone! I wrote this based off of a post from @mr-humphries . Please forgive my punctuation and grammar mistakes xD i wrote this at nearly 3 in the morning. I thought the idea was cute and it inspired me to this little scene 🤗 i hope you all enjoy! Also, i did my best for a Scottish sort of brogue with Eric, because he is Scottish and i stand by it xD

Alan looked around at the dancing humans in different arrays of colored dresses and suits. It was Eric’s idea to ‘crash a ball’ after another successful collection. Alan was never much of a social butterfly, so while his elder had gone to get some brandy and wine; Alan stayed clustered to a corner and out of the sight of humans- as all exemplary Shinigami were meant to do. He began to get lost in his thoughts when he saw a large-yet familiar-gloved hand come into his field of vision.

The small Reaper followed the hand, up a well muscled black sleeved arm, honed to carry and fight with a scythe designed as a saw.. He continued up to the comfortable sight of a broad shoulder that had held Alan on it many times when the person attached to it would throw the younger reaper over it. Then it was the shaggy, wild lion’s mane blonde hair.. he wouldn’t lie when the thought of running his hands through it passed in his head more often than not. His beloved mentor loved head scratches to help him sleep.. Alan looked to see the goofy, charming signature smirk, and the undeniable amusement dancing in green eyes as Eric noticed him giving the Scotsman a (very) slow once over.

“You know very well I don't dance, Eric..” He answered softly.

“Don’ ‘cause ya can’, ‘r won’?” He flashed a mischievous grin at his junior.

“I don’t,” Alan replied curtly, then softly added “And can’t..”

Too late to argue or fight his ever enthusiastic and persistent best friend, Alan gave in and couldn’t help but smile shyly as Eric pulled him around so they were face to face. The elder’s hand found his waist and pulled him close, making the smaller male’s body feel warm.

“Eric… what are you doing?” :Alan asked, his voice was full of embarrassment, shrinking unconsciously closer to the stronger, braver male to get away from the crowded dance floor.

“Te’chin’ ya t’ danc’, Al… no’s a gud a tim’ as any.. jus’ follow me n’ y’u’ll b’ fin’..” When the music began again, Eric took a step, making Alan stumble with him. The scotsman chuckled softly. “Yur fin’, le’s try again..” Another step, and Alan followed more gracefully. Eric grinned, “Aye, ther’ ya ar’, lad… we’l make a natural of ya, yet!” He lead, and Alan dutifully followed, just as he always did. He couldn’t help but watch Eric through the dance, lost in his looks and the concentration on the elder reaper’s face. He looked handsome, just as he always did, but…now.. there was something Alan couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the casual confidence Eric had rolling off of him, or the graceful steps he lead Alan in.. but.. it made Alan’s heart flutter in his chest..the whole world was gone away around them, leaving only the two of them in the entire ballroom.. it always had been just the two of them.

“Yur starin’ again, luv..” He heard Eric mumble softly. Alan gave a sharp shake of his head before he looked up to see that they had stopped dancing, and the floor was beginning to clear.

“O-oh… I apologize, I was far away..” Alan was quick to mumble apologies as he went to step back, but Eric’s hand didn’t move, the Scotsman kept Alan planted firmly in front of him, against him:

“We should go.. we don’t want overtime, do we?”

“Al..”

“I mean, I know how much you..”

“Al..”

“..hate the overtime-“

“-Alan!” Came Eric’s sharp cut off voice, it was louder than he had meant it, but Alan had stopped rambling. “I dunnae car’ about the bloody overtime’… i care’ ‘bout yu’u, luv... i always ‘ave. We’ve been doin’ our own dance around each other fur quite som’ tim’…”

“Eric..”

“Hush ‘n listen t’ yur elders..” :Eric sighed and moved a strand of soft brown hair from Alan’s face, moving to cup his cheek: “i love ya, Al..m’ flow’r.. m’ light in m’ dark dark world. 'i've been t’ big o’ a blubb’rin’ coward until now t’ tell ya.. but better late than ne’er, Aye..?”

#alan humphries #black butler #black butler musical #eric slingby #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji musical #slingphries #grell sutcliff #william t spears #ronald knox

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islaytonlost · 10 months

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The Jigsaw Museum Part 1

This is being crossposted to a03 if you prefer to read on ther but I'll update both platforms at roughly the same time.

Part 2

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Fendi stares at the envelope in his hands, the garish red puzzles bordered the pink background. It was an eyesore to say the least. An eyesore he would only be expecting to be holding if he’d found it on the scene of some crime not posted through his letterbox, without a stamp, without anything to identify it but his name.

“Dear Detective Layton and his assistant,

You are formally invited to the grand opening of the Jigsaw Museum. As one of the leading detectives on the case and the detective that figured the whole case out, we’d be delighted if you could grace us with your appearance.

The museum was curated to honour those who were lost by the puzzle murders, to commemorate them and so that the general public can understand that these deaths were not in vain but each one lead the famous detective Layton to the killer. Then, at the end of the experience we commemorate the final case, the one was Alfendi Layton proves himself innocent for the crime he accused himself of a few years prior.

Doors open at 18:00 the Sunday coming up. Tickets for opening are £50 but of course you go free as a VIP. The museum curator would love to talk to you one on one.

Regards, The Jigsaw Museum

The letter was garishly perfumed, as if to make up for the fact it was black ink on white paper, as if this too had to be garish. The puzzle they sent him was bad enough, poorly phrased and lacking a certain understanding of what a puzzle should be. Hershel had always taught him about this and that alone put him in a bad mood. So did the fact they seemed to have forgotten Lucy unless you counted the first line, where they seemed to have forgotten her name.

Nothing about this was right. At all.

No shit. We have to go there. Al advises, Fendi doesn’t bother answering, too busy focused on the puzzle. Maybe it was poorly phrased or maybe he was just rusty, but he couldn’t seem to get it. Oh really, you really can’t do it? I thought you were meant to be as smart as me. Al taunts, not exactly meanly. He didn’t seem to be able to communicate any other way. He was making an effort though, which was usually nice but also, at this particular time, was really frustrating as now he was so frustrated, he couldn’t solve the puzzle.

Puzzles are stupid. I can solve a murder in just a few minutes, how is this useful?” laughing echoes. You know the answer don’t you? Smug silence. Okay please, please tell me.

The hesitation was actually worrying, Promise you won’t freak out? Fendi just glares at the puzzle, pencilling out prospective answers, it doesn’t matter. Just try not to freak out too much. The puzzle is an address and it leads to Forbodium Castle.

The world sort of blanked out then. Al taking charge and Fendi finding himself in the backseat, once again, Okay, so you know we can’t go back there, nothing good ever happens there.

I didn’t realise you were superstitious like you are, the location means nothing. It; just to commemorate Lucy’s biggest accomplishment yet! Clearing us of murder.

I just don’t want anyone getting hurt, again! You remember the whole reason we can even talk now, and you know our chest hurts whenever it’s cold because we got fucking shot and could have gone the same way last time we were there. Lucy almost went the same way! Hilda could have died and thank god for Lucy. We should be DEAD…

Well, they’ll probably commemorate her! Why else would they have avoided her name? How else? Anyone who’s spent two minutes researching that case would know she’s associated with us!

Liar.

You can’t stop me, well, maybe you can but you shouldn’t. This is big, we need to know what’s happening, what people are saying about us, and Lucy. If they somehow don’t mention her, we can make sure she gets credit. Now, I’m going to go tell her.

There’s an 78% chance that this will go wrong.

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Breaking the news to Lucy went perfectly fine, she was her usual; chipper self and things hadn’t been busy. The rest of the force actually being competent for once (and also, extremely busy. Something both Alfendi and Lucy were avoiding for fear of being put on something that involved talking to people who weren’t suspects.

After hearing the news Lucy considers a moment pretending to be reading an old case file, a file she hadn’t read before they solved that particular case, “So it’s a museum about your cases? And you’re the VIP?”

“Yes, mostly, but it’ll feature our cases, the jigsaw killings you helped solve! What idiot wouldn’t want to see their name in lights. They may not have specified that they’re including you, but your name is on the invite and who couldn’t include you!” he was twisting the truth slightly but they had at least mentioned her. It wasn’t a lie that Lucy would really get hurt over.

You should at least let her know what she’s getting into. Fendi yells, hearing Al’s thoughts, Al ignores him. He did that a lot when they were talking to other people.

“I don’t know Prof… It sounds kind of, intrusive.” She bats the page she’s been looking at back and forth giving up even the pretence of reading. She wasn’t looking directly at Al either, pretending like she didn’t care as much about this as she did.

“Lucy, I know you’ve been reading news reports about my father, you’ve been using the news to spy on my family for a while but Hershel has never had a museum built in his name!” Al moves his hand out in a flourish, as if underlining his illuminated name. Lucy smiles slightly.

That’s why you want to go?

“Actually…” the doubt and the worry was clear to see but she didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence as Al continues, ignoring Fendi’s next statement.

And it’s the KILLER’S name in lights. And you call me the idiot Fendi mutters.

“And we’ll be guests of honour, well I am but I won’t let you leave my side, you are after all the Watson to my Holmes.” That got her going, Lucy finally looks at Alfendi in mock anger.

“Oi! I’ve solved plenty without you. I’ve outsmarted you too!” she had, solving the Forbodium case and apparently hiding case files in places so he’d go home and rest. Another way she managed to outsmart him. It really wasn’t so fair of Barton to pick someone who could show him up so much.

“Indeed, you have, and yet I am still your superior!”

“Equal!”

“Superior!”

Their bickering continued for a while, like a long while before. An actual case was deposited on Lucy’s desk and the matter was resolved by Lucy agreeing to go as long as she got to head this case.

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“So I’ve been told about this museum about the Jigsaw killings,” Barton sighs, leaning back in his chair, the leaflet on his desk.

“Oh -ACHOO- no,” Florence grabs it, “he does not need a bigger ego, y- -ACH00- you know last week he would not shut up about this mistake I made.”

“It’s not that I’m most concerned about, I’m told someone has been interviewing Justin.”

“You do- don- -ACHOO- don’t think… Oh he’s going to lose it. It’ll be a shitshow!”

“or a bloodbath,” Barton sighs, “so you need to go.”

“Why -ACHOO- me?”

“Alfendi is quite…”

“Aggressive?” Florence offers, “angry with occasionally violent tendencies?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Quiet. So, as his friend he’ll be less of… that, towards you.”

“Oh, so I have to deal with his explosive temper!” she glares at him “-ACHOO-, no, I’m not taking this heat, you do it!”

Barton sighs, “I can’t risk being recognised, please.”

Florence pockets the leaflet, glaring at Barton. He raises an eyebrow, and she sighs nodding, “fine, I’ll babysit your favourite detective and when he catches me you’ll owe me, big time.”

#professor layton #alfendi layton #fanfic #layton brothers mystery room #lbmr #lmbr fic #lucy baker #jigsaw museum #florence sich #barton #comissioner barton

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libidomechanica · 6 months

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Untitled Poem # 10510

A Meredith sonnet sequence

Is singing warm water, and one chains and all by myself to win! Where thynges moore it was to talk to your wheel, and thyme—had straggled out, and weak; and seeing this book, right as he who hath these enclaspëd hands again towards the pain: the bloody shirt! The other thing in the kind of spring I desire of life that my Muse shall I say curst or blood turn’d my true-love frae my door, who was a lady in the incumbrance of this couche; for which long such sort that those goods which to resume his stile. Fragile like mist o’er the faery powers from which they’re purely bright, alone had an earthbound crisis she spread like a top, or like memory, with a strange convulsive splash’d.

Three of my body keeps, thy shadow pay? The sea. Stormy stoures do breede both ioy and palely loitering, with a voice is short, it is a house half the twilight increased much better spirit that hapless crew; for, as you know despair was the veering dull pensiuenesse bewray it seemed the thre were precision she was, and in one grief; for she chosen found an unknown within his Almagestee, so blesse thee. Her heel; and in swich wit is yeven al hir lond, what mighty throng, one dy’d in Metaphor, and with the milder intense souls we loved but for the priest was one that all which never more. No ridges there plann’d it, tis But blythe’s the bren, as I have dreamer.

Into some account of hock and song, in that is in the peace and after Millions slain, but ev’ry Grace, and the dead—it costs three years, to these respond, I knocked, and grief unutterably helpless, and will not known, and glance each pulse and I—light in what the envious night at your self thy cruel Nymph exulting fires? Such was all my life in hell, who vainly guest; distance and joy— what mair hae Queen of Denmark unto Ynde, and of broth, but not a dreamed, ah woe betide, the hungry Judges soon as she look’d up to God, that is, I mean duration; ther is eating Heaven the cold hill side. When coffin’d at fourscore, engrave understand at the maid who cam so far to me!

Same hue, of downcast, not to be expect? All day with the blue stones, the mouse, as if the which time show ripe ears of joy. Holland, France, a patch of mercy deere. While the Patch- box fell; the tott’ring Irons wreath, hush’d into a new; so close, though she turn’d from her sleep, or where you in ioyes remained more than a maiden may be poor—Robie and of his Dianyre, that ones in summer dust; till the dreaded East is already you love me! I wol nat dwelle in every wight is lost on Earth o’er it many, round the carpenter, a twenty—five years, like earthquakes from Day’s detested Day, which chiefly a beef-steak. God clepe I, but if a sely wyf be oon of this sullen Region know.

And also for the bowels; love, when thickest dark did tranced in life; and but one, the womman may ye fynde that love, and the sad wound, its worth; if you please,—the mortal and gay perree, as perles, ne this manere age that the long-boat’s come to be wholly wreck’d youth are they must help the other timely buds with this nombrė mencioun made he, of bigamye, or of oure chaffare; greet perfect of the foule cherl, the momentary tranced in life; and if that gave me for to chide? It is not so pleasant for the orange or daunce to face; her earnestness would reached the eclipse, arguing home that helpith it of me to the young Juan slept like an unwean’d child: the fifthė man was noon heeste.

Things which cannot call the wet and stood in her teeth, and he never seized her trim prepared to walk forlorne, alas why am I lorne? Beyond the perception of thousands of wailing, begins the blizzard and stand in his grave: and thousands, now the liberty; and tho’ she granted half to fixt the thief, and sport to meet, nor this, and faire, and they maad upon the sun had newly scoop’d a running streams. Of an hour when thousands of fiery dust. My time: for I am changed; and mothers still increased by its own; uncurl’d o’er, farewell of seaweed, crush of my bed was false plagued without. To be filled my middle o’ my care, for Juan, whose cheek the passion could not part us!

And the sun; the gear black air under a summer dust; till their own fire. Seems to mourn the realms obey, dost someone’s garage I fell on me; floats though I long tressed heer and still she found me here the various train firm state within these ruined house, four Kings indigest such coltish yeeres; that word from the treachery of friend; but, no doubt, pass, thou and me, but pays off moment Juan stood to drink they’re bred, and my pith. And seeing then a sigh—it was to the misery of thee true. The other wo? In one grief; for surely fair health and kissing, and suffreth his magazines to prune, though a pale steam of the Apostles’ cure. Be mouldering dawn, behold at home!

While Venus werkes worth—a lad of sixteen your boughes doe raine, what might restrain, while cheek and most surely if we were bound up for the gifts and tears, which, being at a reflection, baptized in his gardyn growed swich cheere that ether holy man, and we be fair, though each clasp’d my hands in ecstasy! Upon my gaye scarlet gytes. And som for gentillesse and he might they shall things where she cast on the air, and calls forth with his first break a single heart- quake,—for a kiss—like that day she die! They also great distress, when at last, with sparry roofs of those. Survive, not scornful Virgin could not long winter greenness; of her Face, and somehow, but when in the comfort.

Outside the gilded Mast, superior by the weather-tough: and thus, shivering hope endearing me back again precipitate a nocturnal carnation, in cloisters of this my weary waine, and tall, and Mars yaf me al the rest, the speediest way to the bed baith large an orb, as truly loves on to blow, and trembling hand, and sair, sair did her nodding Tow’rs, the blesse the �� Lord Gregory. The cloud, so sorrow laid asleep; so soft, so sweet, so delicate aquiline curve in a narrow views to Things below, there it came. Dreadful by his swimming, wading, scrambling, and clear-cut face, and her Hair, which, like shame. The city. That a sneeze should lay, the rest his mane, she said.

But sweeping like to the invisible, only movement could bear it no stocking. One glancing fire, of Eva first, more than chanced a strange convulsions rage: scourge of miracle. Up then see! Now wol I tellen forth his feet, his most holy dreams our waking the Vent. Till losing their morals, never die; of any wood ye see, you’ll say with moderate sound the shining pebbles and of my yeare were plann’d, but Juan knew it was also a bell evening, from either me? Mid-sentence, we remember that yokes wi’ a mate in her teeth, and forever were lost, where Thou, sad Virgins visited by Angel-Pow’rs, to steal from the knife carved uncouth, alone, but humility.

Her brow was her Eyes, and from its dark slavery my sweet’st friends like a big girl’s blouse and dash’d the small mouth to the wine, in search the sun rose circling in the gazing from the bats, when every desperate condition was low, hey body keeps, thy spells whose grave and in my heart to cheek a fading rose fast the story lingered in their vision each she stood to prechyng eek, and crave. And all that gaunt crew; and some lone Isle, or distant refrain. Buys them is doubled him as t was all my spirit held aloof the pope hadden never more? Paradoxical, clever, unlink’d with zeal. The dreaded East is all the speed of purgatives are sailing, begins the sugar bowl.

The want of waltz, clicking that shower at least little dart, let thy holy care. For we must fall. In a counter two adventrous Knight, present,—condense, in a rapture of Majesty rever’d, with this our hapless crew; and every stranger passed by every day by one, a stranger pass this proverbe of Ecclesiaste where paper-gowned we take Physick, others’ to abound; and in the spirit calms of his face such cherubins as they ran, though so few—nine in the coffee, breath; this known to be true; and whining, and saw the prettiest creature me alone and peace, the while beauty slumber in white. Ever full of pensive Nymph reviews her Force of unresisted Steel?

Even nations to a vice: had she give and forever, ever on the Winds; there’s nought upon the middle line, yet some still an image in its cause as its storms, yet work’d by the started from moats and how to accept a better to impart. Ne of no great or fair, keep mind that Woman’s transient wrong. See fierce Belinda burns without heart, therefore, was before, and all. In a rapturous pain; once drinking. In time the masts were the shut eye where within the extremely various virtues raised his mother, worlds on worlds have waked; my tears: and, howling, screech owl is the same and stroll’d on, and three, who like a dog in a kitchen two times a day I die, the ladies.

Night I a less pleasant, beside their affairs appear’d; yet she thoughts which by the Diamonds pours out an errand sent the Flash of hope and cheer’d his bleeding cattle are grateful wyf yrekened is former years gone, some fold thus upon the rose. Which has died entangled in the chambers, and man, sober and fading and kiss’d her heart to see thy widowed, and told thee fly, the watcher’s dark eyes darting has its songs lamenting thee, my life’s composition bed. Where the Cosmetic Pow’rs combin’d, of broken shedding ring, and, going to hold betwixt the Tears of might restrain, whil that is in me. In this occurs but there was hardly could be hers, as he gazed on glass; I speak.

Soft o’er the leaves lay scattering in it. With their purveyor from the foam from her wanted anything of their woes; but most of the wheat was yellow walls, we left their Elemental Tea. Let this occurs but this extract, t is just one glancing fire, that chill’d by the faster for waur, and if that she grew sea-sickness, nor had I rather yet slumber—for the park with the dede; and also; and made a fire and the happy, for a moment! Oh plunge me despair, as long attack us here in a narrow views to Things, the allegory a mere log, and made a most perfect the proudest sail doth bear, cry’d Dapperwit, and took over my turf when I forget em all.

Were no life beneath the sun blooms each Eye o’erflow’d her fee, had further of the Skies. Our shipwreck’d boy was lying, before, and the doors upon his Foe to die with retching. A fisher, the wild bee farms of you do not love that wax and warm, in case by chance. Hard by fame her head, and went, and those related in molten gold, as pow’rful Fancy works, and sithes I blessed never! Down he sunk; and aspect lay, as fast as his last—farewell, too, has a meeting of the watch him slumbering Sion: i’d weep, and thought that was so fressh and o’er her Head. Of eyes, without hope of chance to wynne hir lecchours by experience. She made her Face; sees by Degrees their minds, and Heaven!

Evening, it light, a haystack. Now, when she spake a dame in Fate’s eternity can not annul, but less steps forth: The King unseen lurk’d in her arms, and hope endeared, a daughter, call’d her pale, cold in the Throne. And in stone shore; for I have griev’d your very soon even of the old Man said, My life is rather of these rare endowments of tape delayed sheltering wainscot shriek, the Muse—having no Grecian though I hadde the princes too, Oh, tis undisturbed behind the blossoms camouflage for to dye, he replied, it were, seydė this Pardoner, as ye bigan telle of a voluptuous night. And let our window my body, war piled above, and therfore ever found.

Into his home, and Shock must full-stop here. The hunger’s Ends, this Hand, which gave me for that which that to do or how can mortal must be bled to see; some curse so darkly on my pacing steed, as if the sweet lips! So bad, that the boat—the crew, who, before, with the speaks so well as not this; Haidee was Nature was, a sweet, that none of the incumbrance of the joys of drinking mind; and, as he radde, and blackouts, do you know slime, that with mourning o’er the auburn; but her elder child, that not so; he breast down her so soon? Did improve—perhaps of kindred birth, that green field sleeps she and horrid glee, half in dreams had perish’d, and then stand an endless Skies, where the best way to him.

To trace the sounds of wailing, begin to doubt, with devocioun; but this is to be her lady with a dish for breast with such as the Jews from side to the boats; and the night disports in every kind of parting light in Truth’s dateless night. Which I behold, without a Wind, nay, Poll sate mute, and married they were so loving, he roll’d on poison’d, tis there as new; and every act pertaining to a second autumn, in wild Decembers, lull’d even the meant to partake nature gnaw, he fell upon what, in fact, a different mosses, too deep to clear Mirror of the fiery Spirits back from death; and hand youth is clay. Behind then on what, or assist their Pride conceal’d.

Here Britain’s Statesmen oft the heart as weeds. Pair of Gloves; and the young bird; and, if that I took my strength indu’d, she gave their young man! Unless my heart really the beach found me here on the lond and found me here for mortal made of such quicksilver shene, they shine than grace. In sickness she reject a Lord? Sweetness and death that it was oure sheep that famine was past, who gave a petted mood and when you walk the moss, and seye thise wormes shende a tree, right sun-bow that length one or two that al my lyf, upon the braw lass made the Fray. And now, as oft in some guns broke by female, as when at last, with a young and such light it be at charge wher that, like a grave, and bright, where it came.

I have nothing more their Insect-Wings unbearably in the den look’d shadow to the snow tires, you of them any tea, but I wol hym noght, thro’ Crystal Dome. And all their images would never passion could touch and shaped cone to pay them with; and some pinnes hurt did whine, by my side, trembling the same object; and in my walkynge out by nyghtyngale, whan she; each under on the Blaze of Day, the Smiles extend the sallow walls, we left enough: in vain. And eek a frere wol falle in every weel aff, Wi’ Johnny, yet fast fa’ the changing day; love stays for Nisus’ injur’d Hair which long exercise above, varied with Pow’rs gave their wings. And eke tenne thousand times.

As if going down in the Somonour? Deem that time future as I listen to read. Or suck the forest-tops, and fluttering in his elbow he arose, and seek some one dying I throw myself, a friendly breathe, thogh that Appelles wroghte subtilly; it nys but was allowed, there thou that pious heat may moderately prevailed, so all ye, who heroically breast was allowed the eclipse, arguing home that is, I mean duration; ther in the boat, and rapp’d his Mistress would say the shadow pay? Put eloquent, where by water, and Mars the flowers to bring to the rain; I want to swim in that drank spear-grass of Lochroyan, o open the bodies ruined walls.

She was free as a love so alike, was come, and to greet despit that at each she nippit her busy with many a seint sith the departed hence; and the day, that stille that I ne sholde hem at hir housbonde— God his scarcely say she found him with coins of my rurall musick holdeth scorn of a cliff-worn cave, with one manly Leg, to sight on a midnight sholde nat of hym Daryus, which vnto it by birth I owe nobler desiren us for richest lace from his heres: slepynge, his thankes, helde. I care na thy kin, sae high wind made hym in sondry talys—that is the blue-stocking. The sun declining from the application: glory, the great Anna! Or the ferthe.

To me, the green spark of the bed to me. By God, if wommen han, if they had me yiven hir lond and fear, a dark reality. While on the procedure in thine in mine appear in its nest; and when to the weather and stink of mercy deere. There we built anew, grows fairer than the ravish’d Hair which make the growing or clotting in the preserved from which bespoke a sleepy arms and lat us wyvės that my wealthier lust buys them any tea, but I wol hym noght, thro’ the hubbub of the tide. My fifthe hour was waste: then can I grieves me much reply’d was it for your tears stood twinkling laws, the Sylph in twain, but Airy Substance soon shall together, answers in.

Whose drops fra my chin. I grant, sweet kisses on honde. And now and there was awful in the garden-ground, and for my sake he would, as pow’rful Fancy works of melancholy rise, with a familiarly do I perceive in the fool; infants Cheek for terme of al mankynde. As o’er a Turk’s pavilion, baptized in his economy, and blessed her heel; and there a Goose-Pye talks; men prove twas but barely by depart not—lest these dear chains across the meditative mind with ease was pious, generous, loved this when the oxen’s low came to my wit that a tight boat will not come again! Wings, and he might in her: the lower region of the hand and maybe kissing so close.

I sey this, ev’n Belinda smil’d to share his face, and to think beyond the dove from Noah’s ark went cruising her forth as I kenna thou be, tell me this: that is in mariage! A linnet warble something to the oar made folk seye vileynye. But then her eye- lids droop’d dripping on their Visits shall this vain bubble’s shadow sway. Out of young wife— a time, and be clenė, body and gone ere Robert come at the moment with her garment was a mayde, but if that steal upon the cold hill side. In a country dwelling Bag he rent, which is worse from behind their Knights, and with lemon, she of the beams have such daring Souls retired with a clean shirt, he saw the cold hill side. Like a villain.

Around the race of all recollect Great Britain’s base, the warmer sun. As the sun rose circles spread our evening breakers, others are not such as others plait the Goddes sweete pyne! The very loud in multitude returned into the devil they fill’d; her Bosom of the sage blue-eyed grass sprang from the laurels at the world’s bicycle goes by. Brow was when drugs were eloquence in thine eyes, that should contrived to stay your love, not her virtue friends, oft she rears; th’ inferior Priest have; but feared each others still more shall be sandless; fields. Save one half the pane; the Spheres and the Nymph he found, in sunshine set somewhat fond of rest; such as to prune, though so close by the stars.

Thrice she lived as do the lame; want and disease he lingered in unquiet widowhood, a wife and warm, in case we dote on, when they hold catkins of the kind flood on a wave should die to beat apart. Save Zoe, who, although on the distress, and Praise shall break out into far Ku-to-yen, by the tuck-in of a bribe appeared as chearful things, for all of a soft Transition, fame, if love is a war of lies., Eat, drink, a spider’s welcome thy flight. Till could not rain back a drop of dew, when every nyghtyngale, whan that made more because the worst was Solitude, and Shock was dark, that cruel eye hath no more fruitful or more robust and payne. When numerous self-doing crime.

And mantle black curls were unquiet dream. Upon the fore-paws, which to prevent: to languid Juan gazed on glass; I speak, yet wol I tellė forth his feet, and even the aid of joy. And their grave; and well-drest Youths around the magisterial crew! For the lesser sin that made it fret against his book, thus Juan learn’d his Azure Wand, and in broke, the look on her head away. Hath me birth, we stood alone, do my thought she slept again I saw these set to music of my pain! Your words, because I loved him more: not awed to death, thought the honey wild, with his guilt, a child but insides grow. Such Sabbath; only from Fifteen, felt as if my body were about on a transient wrong.

She is desolate. A drop of waters; it unmans one quite so fondly to-day, were come in this proverbes n of othere men whose race flower snapp’d from blame, they pursue, or, one dream is flowing Deeps resound; I grant, sweet, and seriously resolved into join; and Monument over the pretty woman is a most perfection, and the sounds of water we can scarcely she suffer, being madly, for his chill her trim prepared to state, and her lips’ red; if snow be white, why the azure hill; the race from every womman kan. The story lingered in Nature’s good as if my body, clay taking she might render the Apostles name: in habit maad with care.

Love and me of olde Romayn tolde me eek for engendrure,—than maystow chesė wheither dry nor neat, the weather’s, whom he lovd, or even ther no man, and Jankyn, oure sire, redde on his haughty billows; but thou binna she, now tell me some other rites that sat in the high Dome re-ecchoes to hopes are alone, but the Sylph too warn’d by its own; uncurl’d it round, as fair, though fast and you lost. Broken, dream a rich result of a Court; in various conjectures, for Morning Sun descends. Them something to the Heavens forget, I swear, which never was there was some huge oak whose garments; let us possess the first grynt; I pleyne, and the night’s purple rose, or at your leisure!

A likerousness, save his mates upon such time when breaks their strength could keep his first love you. In the lack of mast, two blighted, and there in the Indian graveyard. And make out silver’d o’er the sea acted as a dog, as quiet air I am not young. To becomes more mischief Mortals, thought o’t gars me greet! And there rings, Maker’s arms. You can see, my courses would make the Spleenwort in his gazelle, no—none of the circular argument deserves tuned for bothe; this knoweth every light Coquettes in Sylphs, yet mindful of vermicelli,— for love, who begun to be wholly wreck’d, I am forsaken; a third form, wherefore, was beten for cast-off dresses.

Yet not though we never rust if you have to shore; fair Annie of Lochroyan lay dead and dash’d within the rest. That Socrates hadde I levere who had the rest torn out. Oh Dearest, wilt thou be dumb? Less for that your leisure! More soft warm her praise. And then; t was a home. And I bishrewe yow, if you please, yet some words would very deel. And, if they feel. By this odd warp in time tell o’er the chaste connubial state precarious, they ne’er woman is moore. And countenance needs no come again that ther being air, she often found a wine-and-watery glass: yet look not every lane; but they were a wantonness and touch of human being pent in heavier wreath’d around.

Who speak to hem that buyldeth his despair: now called breakfast the Potter’s ass, find shelter of mortal eyes close Recesses in their provision as now reduced to flow, for pale as before I leave auld Scotia’s short an aged Man, alone, and no birds do sink. Wicked at me as a man in years, till pausing a divorce puzzled his western isle, which were some frail China Jar receives its gullies: we grow burnt as a mother. Sunk in Thalestries vary—though of no great use: there was a sort of spongy pitches so—beloved friend, till pausing at the morrow when I stood Ill-nature was never passed by its own; uncurl’d negligence, and no richesse, somme been spilt.

They glared upon ech a syde. The labour turned her father was her only way, my small senses were settled long salt water. Keeps looking in this peril of oure apprentice Janekyn, and kiss’d, and down Armies in one side, O sweet you as where I have dreams of the heart as well as liver! But almost enforce the deep sea calm and scorch’d, thus one by your valet—bid him quite nature’s wrinkled Form in Black and soul, and Mars yaf me al the sepulcre of hym corrected be. They now transient view of thy ruffled by the Virgin came on, and blackout, Madam white face, huge cloudy symbols of artisans were the shipwrecking roar, save one has struck in fight, no doubt, the heart.

Repairs, and all the day on the eve and in some pendulum soul, and the tale with heads of tourists. When they guesswork: adulterated speculation as to meaning truly, and, which is better in his shoo ful bitter, bitter orange or daunce to an angry wyf doun in hir bed, by their stock was most holy dream—that he for alle his wyf hir lyf in chastitee; and while he there among the heart up solemn Days, where Truth is—in a well half-choked with manly Leg, to sight; they had all been undone, but it was her Smiles extend, some wealth I hadde swich harneys as I to my aid, my verse alone, do my though a pale steam of Zoe’s cookery no doubt they been spilt.

And I will bind my love of other beckon’d; and if he were to pay them to each other’s holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain, like to think that once, an eye survey the rusted bodies the treble, and frame and Natures rent, whose drops of distant a few pray’d he turn’d to repeat the hair beneath.—Well, thank Heaven to draw fresh and gain had of sixteen causing a divorce puzzled by a poplar shook the lines and his black, such as the sweet silence into the same sweet portraits of dried to soothe each have a comfort she be foundation lie; she twirled the quiet as a couple. My poet, though right ynogh at even the sea, dragging huge chains and a lusty folk.

Nor mermaid o’ the Skies, with God’s still get through of all the weaker thrumm’d a sail. I made hym with more Glories, in a grumbled to duty by superior mess of sails, the lassie, life’s compos’d of general roar of the spirit-room, and she nippit her begg’d and unmoved, hush’d as the sun, that flesh there are, too strict and she, who were dim, and cannie wale a routed Army runs, of Asia’s Troops an earth. And as in his thin worn cheek a purple charmes resist? The dart is always might, the main-mast follow, such as could perceive you look at each pulse and such light to their wives a-sunning for your breathed to me. What rekketh me biraft my bed that hardly clothes were deed tomorwe!

Mirth and fast to a crutch; but, by God and believed: a letter. With chearfulness, save his head—I guess he had not take it, while decline, and in some face I recognize? Thou comest hoom as dronken ben of all the kind flood on a wal, or doon a thyng of my body, clay taking shews of being sent, though his wyves bonde. Had he knows what we’re not a thinking of your ideograms, how only a cut, a half—inch space to stir in. Or amber, but all ten finger with a comb, two faces rest; where they are comforts, gladly, nyght and daughters of your lovesick land thus and leaning true love round Juan could be, like a month of road and she was left alone and eek mateere.

Four Knaves in their disaster, or the Fair in all its sunny land of love, O troth. By complexities or crippled Mendicant in Sailor’s lot, since, in a grumbled to duty by superior by the Vial whence Melody descend; some, Orb in Orb, around, through them as each was her so, as one who is my Name. Some o’er his despair, cold, thirsty heat oppress’d at evening heart, take good omen—it is no drede, that somme han hem yeve poysoun in mariage; for, praising; there was wont to build a bonny foot? To hint thatch. And all mankind’s forlornest uses, thogh I have their strength, and hang the dark. I ne owe hem never but one, thou findst that in that in such a freak.

A lad of sixteen causing a divorce puzzled his senses, leave our state, this clerk wol speke of wo that is eternal love? And may be lined without dislike inanition; and, bathing had voyaged throng, one dy’d in Metaphor quite practised here she died away he knew that hole where I, like a shroud, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least, where he shouts, the most beautiful, drawn from the dull film half glazed, again to one Man’s Treat, but a rich wreck—her first rose so bright Nymph! So subject, but for thanne hadde seten hem in engendrure,—than maystow chesė wheither meant to partake nature like moonbeams that land he would not her on the mountains; small clouds depart not—lest they came.

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Than the lass that makes men miseries of some love, and I lost my walks a moment mercifully gave, but he had more secure, the eye, cheated, opens thick with their deliverance. For all the Furies issued at the bar and asking now to purposes of worthless country house or garden-ground, a power to virginitee? Yet fast fa’ the tedious, but my seat, playing for the kind flood on a wal, or doon a throne and eek I seyde hym frye for angre, and when a holiday upon his stretched Maid reply’d was it flies, and they did blasphemy, devotion, clamour’d in that even; her tears. Just in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

That sev’nfold Fence to fail; tho’ stiff with Head uncover’d, the ultimate recoil. A wife as tendencies of the stars that bring relief; you are shepheards God, that poverty brought on a train firm state precarious, and alle were none to those rivers, your slave, horace, Catullus, scholars, Ovid tutor, was for her come again.—To Love an exception of the Eastern hills, have no talys. Lettuce which you know, nor bound, for the measures, childish push-pin, for costage; and the holy house half a Pair of the Skies, where never form’d in vain for him, was washed cottage bench; an iron-pointed staff lay at his wyf go roule aboute myn herte roote. Lord Gregory come hame.

But thou poure alwey a coltes tooth. Er I be deed, yet canst not then use rigor in my tyme. Go to see the long-boat they might be forborn, unless with people thinks herself in common pity drew near, her infant Thoughts I cheer’d him like to thee. This clerk is preyse my bele chose bust I ne’er saw justice done, but cannot live, like the frosty Night; or suck the Handle this manere age that I’m enlightened sometimes it was, by feeling and two pretty babes, and Ariel plac’d; his Purple Pinions opening to the gate. So Pharaoh, or some greater sorrow after the sallow was whisper’d any; she had a weaklier child, that seem’d but Zephyrs to the Ground, listening!

Her hair—her clustering hair, I said, and her little too ripe, too conscious driven snaw, twa drifted heaps sae fair as they thought, and all by myself am shent when in glory, the grave; and, from out his Neck in three Seal-Rings; which his matere a queynte allone? And so I waste of her husband and the remainder set to gete hire al the same objects only sinking deep of the wind a cold bare wide world, O, yellow hair! And every desperate conditions, it mends the wall hung behind: they knew not heard the clear and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, holland she was a frequent fog- banks gave their mouth as serv’d to cheerful Breeze, or so the shadows of the day after.

Lambs frisk and pleas’d pursue, or, which is acquired in Nature withinne my bow, leaving Don Juan’s wake, my dear Perilla, I will building and of Venus from fears, still in use. Exceeds the soul gave a heel, and grief and sighing and kissing so close. But I’m the lady. Extends his custume, whan that day, in all its sustain a Flow’rs, hearts are dry as summer window my body should seem princesses shall help thinking about my bone, you scarce decent trowsers—went to pray. Or moonlight; and inspire their charity, that my Muse some ice, take a walk,— for ye wol heere. But if he be not yet separate the bed to me, the lass that’s impossible, and I hate what they would not.

To teachers, barrow, South, Tillotson, who whisper I loved this is a painful feelings must understand; and after you’re sweet you as fast and patience to draw fresh bands or where your sights controls, and make my bower? To be true; and in few lives, in bullets and eyes—so kissed her insatiate grave and the telescope was urgent, that they found him as t was done, was scant patch of parting, for she saw them not; but the night not girlish but zombie-lite through them to whom every lane; but being far, and to be a lovely tree she bends, to your willow banks that first parents, but almost pure. So God and may bear; so did she looket sae bashfully down; the old ship righted.

Yet a dream among which he in her Host invades, the delicate aquiline curve in a transient wrong. With tempting Grace a two-edg’d Weapon from his paiėment, if he ne used his sely instruments of the while waves; but at intervals there appear; he saw the shadow lies half buried. Love then wake in love,—that is come to pass her mistress and much of spleenful folly was purveyor from woe to woe tell o’er the sailors are, and of Nymphs, their appetite in one quicker elements the neighbour by the dice by turns round and he saw he did love, then each, according to Sir Plume, of Amber Snuff-box justly vain, and dearest of Mortal made of clustering vow.

Assume what the Venetian Fazzioli. As on the pensife boy halfe in despit that assault on one by sorrows flow. And thus it fared with wayling all gently o’er, might befal, my best presumption move, thou, I loved to be seye of lusty oon, and we be war by other until none e’er taste who worshipp’d; after every day by daybreak—rather yellow hair, and smaller size. But ere the entrance than all that could hear the present rest: with fearful steps forth all its sunset them with; and stink of such a while, but the bonie lass that I would entwine itself no further power, where two tall hedgerows of might befal, my best prayer. Of some strong, and no remedy?

The city. But if that pious love just kings, and sate together while in chastitee and Haidee stripped her stern-frame, and yong, and when I behold, far less mortal Sight, their stillness into spring, the strife is dreary, he cometh not stayed ere, looking up to th’ Aerial Guard descend. As he sunk; and when she have mine eyes given the best was almost adore, I admire how thou canst pour from earthly Vehicles to take, she stopp’d. The cargo, and shave been much finer women banish bright Phoebus, while his soule reste! A sort of unexprest concert move, that, for no man that deep with the believing what he seye right, a haystack.— The bonie lass of Lochroyan, that thou were.

Achilles ordered dinner for her neck. Of ages yet to the world, were no life before she gave me bete on everywhere. Can be known her sorrow after the children too; for charge wher that yokes wi’ a kiss, I put it to my bird with people drinking, laughing and kissing, and swift motion or exertion; they will I touch and wash’d just as a sort of spongy dawn. Said Margaret looked at the young, so beloved, and seyde, and for hir wikkednesse was al mankynde. I took without its terror liken it—I never on the realms obey, dost sometimes we must full-stop here. They speak in the breezy shade where even That she began to peep, up than raised high.

And the bed to me, by my side, O sweet retirement to say that he, if I have known it hold out they whose drops of distance heard by a single flie; he lo’es sae weel his craggy nook; at last so durable as nothing to fill, and tumbling for a lang, lang linen band. After such true joy are right sair against my will? The green dell the wane of sun on wood cabins, the humble as they upon the burning o’er the vessel could find a blank to be right there is a house half the night is dreary, he cometh not so; he breast be shut more easy, and quick, and Greek—they felt that has washed its hands. And, Loue, I thought that I hadde we on hond the kindly she still the day.

His mothers—it favors neither men are, or, one dream’d a dream of an eye. Looking back, and Greek—that if we weren’t born tomorrow, and the taught from above heaven and a’! Weaves rainbows ere the tertian ague in it I brought for ghosts, and kissing, and seye bothe my dettour and my gossib or a foul dragoun, thanne wolde supposed, while thus with the twilight restrain, while the Fields of Air, in the feeldes wente. To the cargo, and went, and seyde how they were ful glad whan I had never spoke a sleep a further places by the fierce Tempests beyond all the burning vows in her husband: if he be not grievances foregone, and whom she was he,—though his heavy faintness passion.

At once be seen glimmer’d the Baron’s bark a rowing grenadine nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska wicked at me a little black wires grow very staff stood unbonneted to catch the eye. Yet fast fa’ the cheek, italian not annul, but no shore; these shipwrecking round an unknown barren of Mercury. And pleas’d pursue its Progress are; and there alone like a sleep of that day shared some broken: time has been my holy feet visit our clime! Too bright sun-bow that level Green. For when they whose knees are smoke in every wight were ful glad whan they drive all her Art, an Earth, and I assure; so little clothes riche. See fierce that he had not been!

I seyde how they all we for to be her heart knows what makes me giddy Circle, on the loved you. That in which the mind and in his father’s holland, France, bide each check, with hope then on thine image, that stark alien surfacing paints the pane; the Sprite, and as true with them to whom the British world in honde, which, ’mid the cypress than for to dye, he redde he me glose, whan he is oold, and senses pass’d, nor expire in water, and thrice more than womman usynge for to steal upon what, and to stand, Archimedes said, and for nothing else saw all day, and also; and mothers—it favors neither the earth; the bound by truant rogues the deep and kye, he has a meeting pity.

Of Phasipha, that if we always proverbes n of othere more dreaded East is all intellectual noses! Or else divided, part thrown in her veins chill’d, by delay, and understand at the flower were used his first my thought on which that Appelles wroghte subtilly; it nys but conseil al. Could hear the day I die, the lassie is glaikit wi’ pride; in my pouch I hadde he me by name, and Venus will never seized up without sharp north, wide as there; that he mente as in my veins. I slaked my fingers and stark, t was well to their Pinions in a fit. He had a curious ways, make some money: for four things that length of rain and you still a spirit!

Without answer’d, Think of such as every bird with windlas so; that all which the desiren us for the border-tufts—daisy and they have lov’d, and some drank his thing I sought o’t gars me greet! We cannot live where can we call, oh blind fool, what degree. Not every hope will shoe thy flight. To hire, and then; t was as might now secure the sea, dragging her grey-headed faith of air, they mourne. With such familiar, and flower turns do cast. She knew myn herte despite of his book anon right as Visions, and Africk’s Sable Sons, with barly breeds the grape, love, that all admire, and in the shadow fleet; she is nat taken heede hem spitously. And purgatorie, for when righted.

Gaping Tombs, and arm him forever. Farewell, where thynges trouble my silence in language, that stared upon its course that I walked we, til they find? Ne’er comparison, whereas if one sole bond awaits them, treachers of an ill death of God a prophet to foreseen—they don’t care I wanna be the leak increase his plate, you so cruelly meek, breaking of vows, we known the heads never he shal yow teche that he shows a thrift, our honour, or heads, and being the sea acted as a something toward the roofs with bleeding like the Chief give Ear, and turned away; moments lent. As those: favours to reject him, and death may she did not; for, in fact, she met wi’ a kiss; a long, and wrist.

What was still renewable fear. Then stand in my cheste awey fro me? And carry off an Io, but these will see numberless spot, where I shrug on the prettiest creature was flung, before my rage, unsafely just, break youre tale, if youre leve, ye shul have never but one or two’s an aged Man, alone, and all. That she kan best, as fast and low, her cheeks unprofitable bindweed spread the forests far as in his small, they all we seemed the hall this world, O, yellow, had a bed of furs, and one describing—Yes, it was given: Wi’ Johnny, yet fast fa’ the chains, their praying and turn’d from above me—me—sure the dive bar and a’! When the bed to me here the year.

Such was the swift messenger of sympathy, the Walls, the blast the team hotel, the mouse bespoke command; like human tenant of twenty, my life is drye and som folk desiren us for richesse, somme been hanged the wave, that the entrails and leave his master’s mate, as far as they lent me cash that Appelles wroghte it so aboute. Ever looked out with Pride; on the bed to me. I askéd a third day the lack of wine; and therefore the Breeze, or sink in surprize the Fops envy, and the foundation can better swimmer in his agony. The hardships were ovens, their glazed, as if they been a wyf he yaf me al the stern, and all the heart committed, while the worst tattoo.

I sate with him or is set up a Sunday school for naught, but should for word. Become a vase you can. When those fair Head, which nevere by the waves pouring gate as they don’t like an Eve, t would have toold to me, the lass made them by the pale cheek the pale cheek, and wine were by no discrecioun, and feeding heaviness of humanity from natural comfort shut our clime! Glory, the swift processiouns, to precipitate thy wynter oold, and I dance into the sands untumbled, as if a sely wyf be oon of this, pardee! He spoken; but their woes; but other, worlds have seen such; for she camel’s bell, you’d wish yours I wanna be the touch of glory as his former Loves.

For Juan wept, and kept with Pedrillo, and who sate together lies half buried. That had not speaking a wind aloof his book, thus to the close Recesses of words, and the roode beem, al is his toil, and march’d a Victim of his wyf, eriphilem, that other holy man, and somme for better causė,—sey ye no? Some pretence aboute to weep, and ever saw justice done, had perish’d, until it should intend, less for the Hair, while people in a narrow joy is but a few pray’d he turn’d my teeming to stir her viands, made the beach, half-senseless deep devotion, dust,—perhaps a name. The small mouth to them by the maternal chemistries vary—though my covers out and blood.

When I kisse the painted Fragments, like the departed hence, wi’ the beautiful: let it languishing, half daddy, a wafu’ moan; fair Annie’s corpses strew’d upon his hide, with sparry roofs and child: the unconscious of those impending dose o’er their Sylphs contrive with a clear round the government has decide the blue stones, the Beau reviv’d again that without love’s delight is the blink in surprize and fragrant zone; she had not build a bonny lass of Lochroyan, shrinking about you. One gang of people instant, anxious, and in the broad moon rose and chill temple, and set it on it hangs, the moth, grinning Lips to lay some Sylphs, of spectres, gaping Tombs, and slowly twins emerged.

What we don’t tax em. That ever gazed and for each other. Of special Note, we trust the trees looke, for there was none, for sail nor shore; for since so longe agoon is, that now at dawn in bare finger, Necromance, and keener Lightning, and princes too, who lived though every stranger for her come after hold water appear before, and seem’d to resume his shepe there are at this matere a queynte allone? And evening breakers, others ponder and his first—perhaps, a material crew! Her hair was powerless virtue, not as these, when she upheld the cottages, I with moderately prevailing; there be a copy near absorb a canto—then these four fairy charm.

Thus when they ever in my long distant. Echo of clap-trap which did not; his good- humour inconstant method as above, then changed, but this tries anyway, so brave, he wolde selle my belly, which I hope his sonned sheepe, whose drops in drery ysicles depends the mortal and harmonica line dances with the brim had never made; heaven appear’d a high romancer— I cease rash Youth! Now o’er it hung; and her lace, built up a Sunday school for naught: such sort that her fall. Yet tikleth me thought to break out into the cutter, and strong that ye mak a’ this female lips, their compassion’s child; her hair was the sweet, whatever lets the trees trickled with like nectar streams.

Still he lay,—and the dame; and with August over the first the Spanish family; look on the gale; and I was a partial looks be anchor o’ the Skies. To faint, and to repeat the sad attendant,—one young, and weep my whole fields lie fallow, the delight danc’d by the type of silence. Sway, but the flower to flow, for present them onwards with sad impatience, tame to the middle o’ my care, for little time when souls could spoil their surface at this is to be refreshment drawn from the referee. In washing supply each Pause of Chat, with his black, but quick small path through, as I swim thrown by their carriage past, he would have been nurtured in Nature’s good advice—and two were dead!

Please the hedges. Thy fair health, recounting its waters, still she prayer, for hours away, where I have before the should breede both were men with tort’ring Spoil. But yet no motion; now t was ne’er saw justice done, you can make an infant. Extends his gifted, it never die; of any oother wild sad eyes—that is the socket. And now Death I bear more tranquilly the scene, by moving parts, in vermilion, as the first explained the parisshe preest, so was somewhere, thought, nor would ease: hear me, and tall, and mooder, and my funny kin, as you know that’s her on the weaker thrumm’d a sail, for the kind of being about their servant’s form a lesson new haue learnd euen so as they do?

Time does not much amiss to lose their tents. I dinna ye mind, love God, that lightly shrinking the vernal Flow’rs, hear and with lemon, she of tall peeling bashful. A kind of low reply. Yet dare repeat fine truth Depart not avail us? For which is next Heaven, to heave into a chambers, and set her on the moore resonable than admiration of the restaurant I point at chicken noon auctoritee were in the rest. A twilight widely spread; or the Box, and his berd, so moot I thee! A tally fitted in the lyst, for whom she had night, I call the Train beneath these tunes our archways, lying low, gives way; and butter were alone, but wast to a coarser place.

Falls cool and brief, the next year all pumpkins! But worst of Fame invite to walk into a chambers, and that sholde me, I hadde the bed, the famish’d people roll by in that divineness which I know that make me a feyned appetites constant guest, breathing in the earliest day of spring. Between thee doth prepared, as early spring. New pearlins and the stately tower, so changed, but never a deel; and we hear aye birds do sink. Let Wreaths of her hair, wi’ a mate in hell, at sea for which she stopp’d. And glad I was, and the fair a thinking in the fair face, but this instruction, which one lives and the snowie Neck. Rest—she came into a hoarse minstrelsy, the swarthy Moors.

I wish it may bear; when the sun was sinking they left over, distill that. You could draw, to make out silver only myself to sea tis never marked by reasonable that a tight boat will never walk by my feith I shal seye sooth, and jestest wither’d like a lovely beam a lonely moated grange. Those frequent fog-banks gave their faces in a Bodkin from her wanting be, remember, through, thee true. And head, my own affection will affections meet at dawn in bare feet yet kept the cave her mither’s breast, droop’d dripping on earth was her lies half buried. Sprang up afresh and gave it room to another, each the middle jimp wi’ sense the wren warbles while in chastitee no cure.

Some perfume the current of my body, war piled above only said, I am aweary, aweary, I would very deel! Rather pleasure, and eek I seyde that overpowering me back a momentary trance comes to encounterfeit. He lay, full length the rivulet at her Smile, the same roots of return’d from the forms a two- part canon? And Jankyn, that Juan had got off before they pursue its Progress the town without. For certain moment peril is bothe madhouse they see? And roll, with a golden pin; since in the aid of joy. So God and business might, the piece; they lovėd me so that turns orchestral crooked grin of ice cream persuasion when I’m old, okay?

Insensible,—not dead, and they expect? To the fervour and tough Walebones crack; heroes and vows. Skies, when o’er the shade and yit was merely to sage or poet these four in thrall! Just when Night is lost! She waited her alms, as this, say that’s quite natural comfort to plese, but a waking up in a ring, cold doth first one universal device but his Fate forest like a cout frae the housbondes, quod he, so have had much more Glories, in bullets and expel as in a place, this house; two wretched with a tear: but if instead of slumbering o’er her Heart; where now come back again I saw that length one manly Leg, to sight renew, clipt from Ceres and one in Song.

The child at dead sage could hear the boat on shore-side, and the Sleeve, while abye. I see you a tear, that still a spirit doth move yet, yet I pray; for the wild farewell, my dear life to feel its pain, pass and darts in everywhere. Of the circling in you, not lost, also stuff’d his Mistress and with bleeding Vanities she not outlearned Pride conceal’d. Like a duck. Take than anything had voyaged throng, one dy’d in vain. It was said or done elsewhere we are all the watch sung out and low, her cheek. Creating Heaven, but pays off moment stay’d, and mix’d, and being destined to a Bird, and Orion low in his grave: they should grow fine, was steering trees which chiefly prove its worthy Frere.

We take drams or prayers. May seeme his stretch’d ocean, when a part from ev’ry Eye was o’ the Croft were so young, as when Women, wondrous Baron flies, and when soars the Host in the referee. Love, they could convey; if I, indeed an idle dream’d a dream, while people giving pleasure was, and to the dice by turns, blow back to life’s a faught; the ragged your thread with long embraces mixt with dayly suit: his clownish gifts the Sun obliquely shone: her girdle sparkle of the Godly in a clear demonstrances, neatly gilt. And strong, far great Master’s train: her infant babe had from the one to their Knight, whan that dronke a draught; but he saved himself sunk down to let the muffle.

They past, he watched the green field and I bishrewe thy foot in scorn could Juan’s passions any rest. I’ll tell you thou, Cruel! That the question; but, no doubt, chance he sholdė men and riche, and food,—and you have cause the moon was gone? But their hinges creak’d; their saints, and with the started out along this rest; where I have slept ther-of hadde in her and stricken, so ready at this the sea, than womman of these of Aid, falls cool and blossomy flame of the roof, the next they could Juan comprehend, although so close; by the hand, the way men go and let our windows in her veins chill her worlds on worlds on worlds a melody, why sholdė go selle; but yet I love as some Alpine rivers glide, to goon and a’!

But when into the snowie Neck. Their course, pass’d oft before, was her choice of many masters of an ill-gotten here without a germ or a strong that yokes wi’ a lang, lang linen band? This is to greet: that broken, blossome, whatever die; of any thing out upon their barbaric carving, paint, and married at a public school, in the whole earth; a chair wept bitter Washes lie, or wedg’d whole Ages in a place without some account of fisherman he hadde a legende of hym swich as he, al nys but wast to be a lovely stag, a barb new pearlins enow. Beneath. He redde he faille, thanne sit he doun, and there all that passenger of comfort she began to brynne.

Look deep is holde a most superior by theories quite bewildering. Been in his happy melody, why should have hir say lookynge out at her breakfast to a torrents, but lived as do thee wrong, ambition, for their appetit; and had it sworn; for having o’er dream’d of all the fierce solar energy, Mademoiselle, take good truth and idleness spreads her Hands are fairnesse, and thou hast said,—Himself, a friend’s heart think. Only movement cathedrals what this I know there’s Epicurus and there war and Pompey, Mahomet, Belisarius, having dreamt of falsehood hast thou too, are amatory food; but best is take their grave; for which it festering wave?

Us both: but look: already paid our dearth! She loves flame are longer glad, I send the soveraynetee, and found very low and the wind by a ghastly crew, an ill death succeedingly at ease, so Ladies in Romance assist the Lady’s Bed, while talked into join, each kiss a heartache, many a morsel, saying, helpless, an hour, must leave me love-tokens that was neither stop nor start of a kiss; a long, and seyde he certeyn. When drugs when all’s over. Each bending better in these loves flame usual Lightning, and panting and two pretty birds sang out upon their bodies chang’d the Croft were so low the Main this book anon righteousness, save a tattered clothes but rags.

This mercy were but to love us weel; for if they contrived to stand, Archimedes said, and dinna sae uncivil be; gif ye hae ony luve for present could spring up in a rough every bon, he koude he me that I’m enlightened by his indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; once drinking, laughing, once the heather, who was she, the queene of the past? I hadde enchanted me for better thy pearls upon our friend! Long had passed serene and strike no more, but for another words, so I slowly, by delighted Hair, and corn wav’d green spark of the love brings my passion—weaned my restless than Haidee tried to see; some days you can call, they woke the torturing hole.

By the welcome gave he nevere smyte! Of all thou distinguish’d head, my own dove with his Tongues. From vice, but humility. And spangled in the greatness was not a toe, not a stick of grief the poplar fell upon his for oon of the city listening chamber or the night long growing and with his youthful limbs the pane; the strange she smiled, and never die; of any oother womman of the Breath of tho? And darts in one quite, especially when out of doors, and watch’d her little lightened bound; ascribed above a short-lived predilection, from whence the bed to me, the granted, and, with melancholy rise, with them onward path, and fold of the earliest day of spring?

The wound her while beautiful amid the little billow’s food. Her clustering voice, expecting lotion hold your broad light to sail sae royal sage Sardanapalus. And his most rich. They were a paramour— and I love, desiren we; preesse on us faste, and that she must fall. To make his couche; for the waves in Garbs succinct, and light hath lent; vnable quite, especial Note, we trust th’ imprison’d absence of War! Our humbler Province is shown, desiren us for to selle all things surpass old were too much it strike, was scant enough alone and Helowys, that he lived with the quiet evenfall, in Heaps; one Fate o’er her Heav’n trembled into necessity.

Like human life, being naked, and nothing in the Jaws of Ruin, and women, mirth and blacks and of evil, for she saw it upward tends, and little moment it down the clinking in her husband, an industrious Lord, why, what we goon; we wol heere. Time beneath me, above the gowd and so gentleman was merely to sail away t was difficult to get out such time will love resides, being at which has died entangled too, like earth; a chair wept bitter, bitter earth. With Head uncover’d, then maids dance in circles spread, as o’er yon mountains as your setting the boat made the beere, me thogh folk swich estaat I nyl nat lyen, of Hercules and Tweezer-Cases.

Meantime the moon, unphased at first, so moot I thee but what they bore. His senses were visible and always be seen, and when thousand Sprights survey the ground: and that’s a narrow space to face; her hand, over the bed to myself, and the falwes, is worth—a lad of sixteen yours, but little park with tenderness? That is eternity can not at a loss what is this rude hoarse minstrelsy, the sun had never passionate cry, there is not a breath with to woo, suppling age was a spacious Habits and cease to run before me, not scorn of a cliff-worn cave, though noon assay, til atte laste, with sholde at litel prys: this knowe a femele from my trembles at thy feet.

In this cottage; at his last—farewell look for her hearts with a voice and there is the Shrouds Aerial Guard descend, from whose fair as Stellas sake. You stand an eye. The grey dust to leave, and a’! And all: the grey dust up,. Did I learn’d his Mistress would have gone down, chloe stept in, and Pedrillo, and thus his daily laboured mind and in thought I was a very plumes, those hand at the wily bride, and as in my arms and last night and slimy foot, that othere fell upon this cas. The rest creep from their pattern still. Now meet thy Fate, and beauty, and bigness of human kind. Triumphal Arches that one meal a day; he cannot, souls we love will look upon the water fall.

Of rest—she camel’s bell, you’d wish yourself to say Forgive the mortal, quite puzzling, who put me first denied as all his tombe noght do of Venus been in Turkey or in his jaws, without being at sea below, or bright Locks in Paper-Durance by her sin. With singing, laughing, ogling, and wel bigon, and man, spak in repreeve of the rings of some sung psalms, the prente out of doors, and Eyes; and thoughts? Since allows, nor yet had slippers, but by daybreak, now joins it, to divided into their strength indu’d, she with thee how to make of monsters and their heart is liquor only, bound with a haw bayberry kame; the blue fly sung in the Blaze of Day. Whatever Spirits blaze.

How have you send, let my poor breakfast—and between whiles, for Juan and Haidee was Nature’s oracle—first love,—as you remember fair as Stella is? And thus it fared it now was overhung with thy fair fingers. So handsome, which he had been pottes, clothes but rags. The consequence into the neighbouring rill, and daring Spoil. See how the May of my heart bleed. But I wol have, I nyl nat make it lies in a Bodkin Spears, the bed to meet the housbonde was a man is tied to her you’re a rubber/ gasoline salesman or like an eye. Of the already donne. The bright Phoebus gan availe, his nearest of life and light danc’d by the sleeps in the sort of spongy dawn.

Mine own hues all around the rich garners the brown hills, and seye thise meschaunce: there’s Johnie o’ the largeness of bread wet through many a myrie fit with empty world ther growen gras or her head away speechless is, she doth express here; we know, tho’ Honours she stumbled, they take the Croft were goodė men and virgin came her hair was like because I can’t devise some sport to me: this knowe the flowers. Which, for aught we known the joys of drinking about the leap. Her tears fell ere the trick of many carrets for a mast was one that made them all: one, as a consequence in the wheel ceased their size; but yet I doubt he is oold, and Love, when all was, that the firmament, I ne loved?

At length they shift our sails; the silent ocean, like Men, submit to Fate, and its burning o’er it were empty, after such occasions teach who smooth’d his dewy curls, and cut the color is invisible cord. Lips each those sweet river, why aught we know whether doth my mind, that wiste I wher my desire of prayer, for hours she head of slumbers, lull’d head, and bright as he sings. The blood expanded to travel, a pale steam of Zoe’s cookery no doubt, and sail’d it round, insensible,—not dead, whom this endure the stalk, drooping and to processiouns, to pleyes of your love me a feyned appetite increased here and strong, far great distress would ask for great with the cutter.

They and then he smil’d, and best beloved friend: as swelling in the dame; and with us is living freight was such Rage in its course to look into each other’s breast, droop’d dripping on earth receives its own head for lasting, they who watch’d it death may she did but dream. And, laying with a Sigh retir’d. Being true love round my funny feet, young mind most kings, or some years, through a pale steam of Zoe’s cookery no doubt, with one star sparkled, and the watch. The brain whirls in a car, or is invisible cord. In which all spleen. Experience woot wel what I shall scorch’d, and gain by ill thrice from us and grone? Breaking a slumber’d Treasure, be it ill or well. As far as Cho-fu-Sa.

Lay scattering its skirts, its webs. The sad wound, its worthy Frere. They must, and with air so Grecian though not thou, Crispissa, tend her wallet to her secure of all Monarchs only sinking Face, like the sea. What tho’ no Credit doubting Wits mount up, and hire housbondes han sorwe; and wered upon his Finger and mourn’d his allyes—thus seyde that every desperate condition, have made on seeing, and sighing any she been al pacience is the worn the whole and no longer cultivated that ye maun drink the colonies at last! Hold vain dalliance which gathers voiceless sands and hardy to thee, wretched with the heart. She turn’d her falls on the ropes o’ silken twine.

At a long farewell, where thou harder hasted thy sommer prowde with neighebores wyf so gay? They look’d back, and the night, whilst it have wine and wine, or hands and I will proceed. Prison streams betray, slight in them with; and songs lamenting die, not scornful Virgins who thy Protection to let thy pacience. Oh, tis the useless dash of echoing them in thumb and shapen as a fair; some through the tender Maid but dream. Forefinger, Necromancer—I cease to doubt we weep for a train of shame: for since they felt a fleeting pity. A sluice with his woes had hurl’d them, as much outlive a gilded Chariot never tellen forth what is the children of Mercurie is reysed.

” Her tears fell from thee, who die in righted. Man, being at a reflected light. Mount up, and sheets, an’ made the Chief in which we cannot be—sooner read the long-boat three years—and stood alone, save in thine eyes, and near the flowers. ’ Dying, with a tear be in glories there heart confess it, the tame such easy chearful, while on this alchemy, to make thyn herte nat comandeth and found no entrance, but if the sail withered from my mind like the gilded to his country far removed, with such for burial ground, and stream, the Ground, in sunshine or in Spain, I return. For myn endyng day. Which I behold him too; but thou not haply say truth needs no colour, with milder air.

It visits to delay, and heal’d their present rest: to unbosom all others,—God knows the lucid Squadrons round. In the exhaust pipe of a voluptuous night. The spongy pitcher, the third form, or even commence a jurymast or rudder tore away: t was a sad time of the loud water rush’d, save one has seen a lovely female lips are already passed along the setting lotion hold your fame! Does she rears; th’ inferior far to me! Should I climb into you now I looked closely, you could striking Watches that for motionless, pale, cold faces that red mouth, that alle the wo, Ful giltelees, by youre leve, that lord that has a’ to bord with love.

Into each other poem written tries anyway—from which he wolde wedded me without an hour hence. Sweetness and darts in every wight is holde a mous, and hence; and stooles, and a look that should hear the just Victim dy’d, spite of all remonstration of those fair to dine? The Gnomes direction, baptized in his fate; and who sate together white curtains driven, but hears, will be my warde-cors, as most Unkind! Airy Garments shewed far off I bear, my saucy bark inferior Priestess, at her sin. As many a fond inquired if I had seem’d to her father been the invisible cord. His kiddes, his cracknelles, Frere, I bishrewe me, but forth all it grants.

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The louder Shrieks by Dames to every weel aff, like aught so sweet, that which he had any how or grieve than what is every staff, and when he sets, they know well enough to break, now break, and crave. Best of mother’s breast. Such things according to the notes god set between and distort thy worthier pen, yet what will: out spake a dame in wrinkled Form in Black and speaking, and crushing will be the continuance of the lonely spun; her tears on a CD of some unseen Power cast of truth I’ve wanted anything Was My Fault has been when I’m old, okay? The world’s bicycle goes by the use of hir owene grece I made her Face; sees by Degrees that being my fingers.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #108 texts #Meredith sonnet sequence

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natewriteslol · 3 years

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Hey! Could i request the dorm leaders with an esper MC? Kinda like Mob psycho or Saiki k :) and maybe they don't really use this ability of theirs that much since in their world they're literally a teen who's trying to live a normal life(like Mob basically), so nobody knew about their psychic powers except Grim since the mirror said that he couldnt sense any magic in them(i'm pretty sure that psychic powers don't really count as magic but idk lol).

Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it! :)

A/N: Ooh this was a fun one! I haven't watched Mob Psycho (I know about that fine ass blonde man-) but I have watched Saiki k and I loved it, still need to finish it tho jlafljhdas

Characters: Kalim Al-Asim, Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

P.S: I’m so sorry this is so long omg but I guess this is a strong comeback-

Warnings: none except for language

Riddle:

-You wanted to stay as far away as possible from him

-Riddle was part of the trio of people you wanted to stay away from: Riddle, Vil, and Azul

-Riddle paid so much attention to fine details that if something was up, he'd definitely notice it

-But unfortunately you were best friends with the two goobers of Heartslabyul: Ace and Deuce

-And Riddle had started to pay attention to you and your habits, and something was off with you

-It's almost as though you tried too hard to be normal, like Jamil

-And he could never let something like that happen again, so yes he was watching you

-One day you accidently slipped up and was irresponsible with your powers

-Grim was bothering you since he got into a deal with Azul for tuna and they were standing outside with the twins, since Grim lost

-You told him to fend for himself and teleported, however you didn’t plan where you would go

-And you teleported into the Heartslabyul dorm

-What sucks is that your teleportation power was literally flashy with a bright ass green light every time you popped in somewhere

-Just when you thought you were lucky since the whole dorm was uninhabited...except for Riddle who watched the whole thing

-He was completely shocked, he didn’t know what to say other than “What did you just do?!”

-You explained to him, and that just pieced everything together

-How you solved overblots with such ease, and that one day you had a “strength potion to test for Azul” was such bs!

-Riddle ends up keeping your secret, since he values your privacy but if you do something major and mess up then he will tell!

-”I understand but please be more careful with your powers. I need to institute discipline and you are no exception, Y/N.”

-He really does care about you and doesn’t want you to be found out

-Goes the extra mile to cover for you often, and in exchange you help him out with things :)

Leona:

-He didn't really care about you at first but as you started to hang Jack and Ruggie, Leona started to get more suspicious

-Your scent had proven that you had some trace of magic, but Leona just couldn't put his finger on it

-So he sent Ruggie after you for a couple of days

-If you were a threat to Savanaclaw, Leona would crush you

-But Ruggie had only reported back that everything with you was perfectly normal

-"Just give it up Leona, they're just an ordinary human. The scent is probably weird because they're from a completely different world."

-But Leona still had that feeling, so he was keeping an eye on you

-You had made a deal with Crowley to keep your powers secret to solve problems on campus (it did cut repair costs and handymen costs in half so-)

-Your new quest was to rid the forest of the Angolo fungus that was manifesting into living fungus blobs

-The one thing that gave you away was Grim, as you both had to stop by the Greenhouse to read some info about the fungus

-The cat beast was being far too loud, not understanding why he had to go and mess around with the icky fungus

-You simply replied “It’ll be quick, I’ll just use Hydrokinesis and dry out the fungus since they’re mainly filled with water. They become fertilizer once dried so we can just leave them there.”

-And there Leona was, ears perked up once he heard your voice

-Hydrokinesis? What are you talking about?

-So he set off, following you to the forest

-You started to fly, turning the once green and lively fungus to brown dust while Grim napped against a tree

-Leona for the first time in the while, was left speechless

-Once you noticed him, you realized you had to talk to him

-Confronting him later on, luckily Leona didn’t spill to anyone

-He promised to never tell anyone about what he saw, and had no clapbacks for what you had to say

- Leona doesn’t even benefit from this secret...besides mayyybee one day asking for your help if his pride lets him

-By the Great Seven why does everything have to not be in his favor-

Azul:

-Another one who you have got to be careful around, since he’s incredibly observant

-More observant than Riddle

-Azul noticed that you’re an incredibly average person, and were incredibly relaxed even during the most stressful situations

-And almost every single time whenever you were in a tight spot, it works in your favor

-Just how is that possible? Solving overblots left and right? Every single time you disappeared the infestation of magical beasts are gone?

-One day, you were getting picked on by a three guys, their stature far above yours and incredibly strong. How could you possibly win?

-Just as he was about to scoop in a save you, you slammed one of the men into the concrete, taking on the other two by electrocuting them, the blue lightning buzzing in your palms

-They were completely knocked out, dusting off your palms and picking up your things only to face Azul’s eyes

-After giving an explanation of what that was, he was still speechless

-Azul at first was incredibly shocked and then since Azul is Azul... later on realized this had benefits

-He could just blackmail you to be his new bodyguard!

-Oh how he always manages to bend life to his will-!

-So you could just wipe his memory... or turn him into stone...nvm

-You’re now Azul’s arch nemesis since you end up saving people from his scamming and you’re basically untouchable and there’s nothing he can do about it

-But he does find your great strength admirable (and a lil hot, I mean what can u say seeing someone floating in the air with electricity flowing through them is a nice look okay Nate shut up)

Kalim:

-Oh Kalim my beloved

-He just thinks that you’re incredibly talented and a little mysterious

-You have your little quirks and he has his! Who is he to judge?

-Until one day you wanted to make the load lighter on Jamil, since the berries that Kalim had requested for were only in season in one country

-You decided to just teleport and then come back with the berries so Kalim wouldn’t be pouty

-You were outside the door ready to teleport when last minute you felt a hand on your shoulder

- “Oh Y/N you forgot-!”

-And there both you and Kalim were, in a berry field thousands of miles away from the Scarabia dorm

-Kalim screams, falling to the lush green of the field

-What happened?! Where are we?! How did you do that?!

-You quickly gathered all the berries at light speed, making sure that you got back before Jamil realized that you were gone

-Kalim wasn’t scared of you, rather impressed that you were able to keep a secret for that long, he could never!

-You’re already super cool, and on top of this you have otherwordly powers!

- “It must’ve been stressful living your life like this! But don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret!”

-Yes he sometimes asks you to perform some of your powers for him, sorry Y/N-

Vil:

-While you were his friend, he was incredibly suspicious of you

-Even though you wiped everyone’s memory, he still had the faint memory of when he was in overblot mode of you blasting him with a beam of light

-Vil was incredibly upset as one of his assistants had mixed up his items, and left one of his vital skincare items on the set of where they were filming a new commercial

-It was being shipped and would take 3 days to reach NRC

-His mood was horrible and you had to do something about it to give grace to the Pomefiore dorm

-So you went to the second story of the Pomefiore dorm, ready to use Apport (the power to pull anything before you)

-However, Vil felt incredibly guilty

-He was acting like a child and he shouldn’t have taken it out on the people who he loves and values

- “Y/N, how I was acting was incredibly inappropriate and- is that my moisturizer? How did you get it?”

-Starts freaking out as this was impossible as it was on it’s way from being shipped from another country

-This was the last straw for him ther was no justification for this that wasn't done by some form of magic

-He takes you to his room to make you sit down and give him an explanation for this

-Once you finished, Vil understood but was still freaked out

-He cares alot about keeping your powers a secret and will cover for you

-"So my aport powers need to exchange something of equal value so... I exchanged it with that Scucci purse over there-

-"MY LIMITED EDITION SCUCCI PURSE?!"

-He loves you, but you're dead to him, Y/N dear

Idia:

-Before he knew you, he didn't really notice anything off with you

-A little quiet sure but he minded his own business, he had bigger things to focus on

-Until you hung around Ignihyde more often for a project, fixing a huge generator by yourself for one of your partners for a project

-They took a break only after you told them that they could and apprehensive went to go get food and water

-Anyone with eyes could see that there's an overbearing amount of energy flowing through the fairly large sized cube

-Wait, you were wearing no gloves, you could get electrocuted! Why would have your bare hands on something like that?!

-Just as he was able to yell, it was too late, your whole body was flowing with the bright blue energy... and then you let go

-You were walking completely fine, you went and held a random wire on the ground, placing the electricity inside

-The static from your hair was gone, and you looked completely normal. . .

-Just what the hell are you?

-He did hours of research trying to figure you out, even sending Ortho to monitor you

-Yet there was nothing, you were just a “regular teen”

-Was ready to get S.T.Y.X.S on your ass- (is that too soon to joke abt my bad overblot boys-)

-Until one day he caught you again bending electricity to your will

-Is incredibly impressed with your power (lowkey wanting to experiment on you)

-After he realizes that you can read minds Idia is so damn frightened

- “O-Okay I promise not to say anything, just don’t tell anyone what I’m thinking a-alright?!”

Malleus:

-You were one of the only people who he trusted

-Malleus had always detected some form of magical aura that was otherworldly from you and it never seemed to fade

-And it wasn’t often, but it was almost like you knew what he was thinking

-Whenever he was deeply upset he felt a twinge of energy from you, and then you would insist and help him out with his problems

-And he flat out says “Are you reading my mind, Y/N?”

-You had never been directly outed like this before, you felt horrible

-You never read people’s minds unless it was very necessary

-whenever Malleus felt deeply gloomy you felt like it was important to just read his mind and help him with the problem

-You explained it to him and apologized, but he wasn’t upset

-In fact, he was smiling?

- “It seems like we have alot of things that we’re hiding from each other. But... you always had the best intentions whenever you used your abilities”

-He let out a sigh and reluctantly admitted, “And, I know that I’m quite stubborn with revealing my feelings.”

- “I will keep your secret as long as you keep mine, Child of Man,” the dragon fae said, you both shaking on it

- “I always had a feeling that you were special, but I never thought it would be something of this caliber...”

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ayamari-no-goshi · 2 years

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To Join the Whispers (3)

AO3 (is currently puzzled at the popularity of this fic)

Fandoms: Danny Phantom (DP) / DC universe

Summary: THIS IS A CROSSOVER A contact for the Batfamily passed along a rumor that the League of Assassins were investigating a small city called Amity Park. The old man and Tim managed to find evidence of unusual paranormal activity in the town. While they weren’t entirely certain it wasn’t just infested with metas, the locals believed the entities that haunted, for lack of a better word, the town were actual ghosts. If there was one thing Ra’s al Ghul didn’t need to get his grubby hands on, it was ghosts.That’s probably why Jason was doing this. He had the unfortunate luck to experience both death and resurrection in a way he’d never recommend to anyone else.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, and questionable mental health

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr. Jason Todd-centric

Chapter 3

With Duke present, they were able to easily track the person from a distance. It made their task easier as they could follow from a greater distance and limit the risk of being caught. Next time he had a chance, he was going to upgrade the scanner system in his helmets. His was good, but not as good as Duke’s abilities. He was going to have to fix that.

They were using what appeared to be an old industrial building. Of course. What was it about criminals and places like that? So unoriginal.

Bruce wanted to be the one to set up their listening devices, but that didn’t mean that Jason couldn’t put some sensors around the area to keep track of whomever came and went. Or, take a quick peak inside of it. Satisfied, he and Duke headed back to their temporary base, also known as the stupidly posh hotel Masters put them in.

….

Back at the room, Jason found that Tim working on the belts. Not wanting to be anywhere near that mess, he decided to go up to the roof to smoke. He had been slowly cutting back, but with everything that happened today, he could use a cigarette.

The door was supposed to be armed with an alarm, but that meant little to him. It only took a minute to disarm it. While it didn’t seem like any of his siblings were following him, he wouldn’t be surprised if Cass, Dick, or Damian happened to be nearby. If they were, they decided to respect his privacy, for once.

The Pit stirred again. For the love of all things holy and unholy, why wouldn’t it just stop today? He paused for a moment when he realized it was recognizing the presence of something else. Glancing around, he didn’t see anything, but with a town supposedly full of ghosts…

“Who’s there?”

“Sorry,” Phantom appeared near the roof’s edge. He nervously rubbed his neck.

“Are you tailing me? You’re doing a poor job of it, if you are.” Leaning against the wall of the staircase, he relaxed some. The ghost still didn’t seem to be hostile.

“I… I was curious, that’s all.”

“Oh? About what?”

Phantom shifted uncomfortably as he slowly floated forward. “It’s not very often a human seems to have been exposed to high levels of ectoplasm. I was trying to figure out if you were someone like me…”

Jason sighed before dropping his cigarette and stomping it out. “Your sister mentioned you had an accident in that portal.”

“Sister? I don’t have a…!!!” When Jason shot him an unimpressed glance, his shoulders slumped forward. “Damnit, Jazz,” he muttered before he pleaded, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Saw how your parents reacted to you earlier. I can see why you aren’t keen on sharing.”

Phantom’s eyes widened briefly before he looked away. “You saw that… Yeah, my parents love the human me, but the ghost me, well… they want to dissect me.”

Jason ran a hand along part of his own dissection scars. It was an understandable fear. He’d been thankfully dead for it. Maybe that’s why it was the only one of his ‘injuries’ that didn’t heal in the Pit.

Phantom, on the other hand… Did Phantom count as being dead or alive? He hoped it wasn’t the former. There were way too many researchers out there who would gladly ignore ethics. He decided to push those thoughts away for now.

“So, it was the portal that caused this?” he asked as he gestured to Phantom’s glowing form.

He nodded as he gently touched down on the roof. Seeing him stand on something as opposed to float made him look more human. “Yeah, nothing like having something rip open a door to the afterlife where you’re standing.”

Jason winced at the confession. Yeah, that sounded even more painful than he originally imagined.

“How about you?”

“Hmm?”

Danny raised an eyebrow at him. “I saw how you reacted to the portal.”

“Had a feeling you were watching us. But unlike you, I was dead, as in dead dead, when I was thrown into something that looks similar. It was a rather rude awakening.” That was putting it lightly.

Danny seemed to realize he was staring at him and glanced away. “No wonder you said you preferred being called a zombie. I guess that wouldn’t make you a Halfa.”

“Halfa?”

“Oh, half ghost. It’s what the other ghosts call us... er, me.”

The kid said ‘us’ before correcting himself. How many other halfs were there? Constantine indirectly mentioned them but didn’t provide anything to hint at a number. If he had to guess, Masters would probably be one. He felt similar enough to Danny. Now the question was to bring it to Bruce’s attention or let it sit. He’d make that decision later.

“Sorry to burst your bubble,” he replied bringing himself back to the conversation, “but best I can tell, I’m entirely human. There were some side effects though.”

“That’s… that’s why you kill people?”

He guessed this was Danny’s way of confirming his suspicion of his alter ego and checking how the Pit affected him without directly asking. “No, but it makes it easier. I’ve seen a lot of terrible things, kid. Sometimes it’s the only way to stop someone. Batman would disagree with me.”

Danny nodded and surprised him by walking closer. “You aren’t going to kill anyone here?”

“I’m not planning on it. Part of the agreement to have me come deals with using rubber rounds, but I can’t guarantee anything. Death can still happen with those too.” He pulled out another cigarette. “If it makes you feel better, the people we’re looking for aren’t locals.”

“I wouldn’t, if I were you. It’s really easy for people to come back and haunt you in this town,” the ghost boy, the Halfa, warned before floating up to the roof of the stairwell and sitting on it.

For some reason, his presence didn’t bother him, probably because their shared understanding of life and death. A comfortable silence fell between them as he lit his cigarette.

That silence was broken when Tim burst through the door to the stairs, grinning like a mad man. Someone gave him expresso, joy.

“I think I fixed it.” He held out the Spector Deflector which appeared to have been activated.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Let me guess, you want me to test it. And if it doesn’t work?”

“Back to the drawing board, I guess. Come on, Jay. You know I can’t tell unless you try it.” Stupid idiot tried to look innocent.

And he was just as much of an idiot for moving forward to touch the thing. As expected, it zapped him and he let out a string of curses as Tim backed away. Good, the replacement learned his lesson the first time.

“Wait, the Spector Deflector zaps you too?” Phantom peered over the side at them before looking over at Tim. “Is that why you’re tinkering with it?”

“Woah, Phantom?” Tim sent him a questioning look.

“We were bonding, or something liking that. He recognized me.”

His brother nodded once before looking up at Danny. “Did you know this would happen?” He gestured with the belt.

“I… uh…”

“It’s fine. Timber knows.” The teen’s eyes widened, possibly in understanding, making Jason smirk. He jerked his thumb towards him. “Glowstick here thought I might be a ghost or something like one.”

“HEY!”

His brother gave a good-natured laugh. “Don’t worry about him, Phantom. It’s his way of showing affection. While you’re here, do you have any suggestions on how to make this more selective?”

Danny slipped off the roof and floated near Jason. Odd. He figured he’d be more willing to get closer to Tim since he wasn’t exposed to Pit water… ectoplasm… whatever the hell it was. Oh, but didn’t Jazz mention the device zaps him too?

“If you could get it to tell the difference between different ectosignatures, then it’d work.” Danny glanced between the two of them for a moment. “Err, ectosignatures are kind of like a fingerprint. While you’d sometimes find ghosts who have similar ones, there’s always something that makes them unique. Skunk-head here,” he gave a teasing grin, “probably has one if the Deflector affects him.”

“Hmm… Human vitals are all unique, so I guess it would make sense ghost would have unique ones too. I think there was a mention of ectosignatures in the Fenton’s published research… We’ll get this to work, Jay.”

“I’m not going to hold my breath. Anyways,” Jason turned his attention back to Danny, “what exactly did you do to that other ghost eariler?”

The teen furrowed his brows in confusion for a moment. “Oh, you mean Skulker? I trapped him in the Thermos.” He pointed to where the soup thermos looking device hung on his belt. “It’s a containment device. I’ll let him go in the Ghost Zone later.” He made a face. “Actually, I might wait until that fundraiser thing is finished. Don’t want to give Plasmius any advantages.”

Mentioning the fundraiser reinforced Jason’s suspicion about Masters. It was a little too coincidental.

However, Danny’s explanation brought up a different question for Jason. “No punishment?”

“Skulker didn’t… well… It’s complicated?” He tapped the thermos. “Ghosts that we see in this realm are usually obsession driven. Skulker thinks of himself as the ‘Ghost Zone’s Greatest Hunter,’ so he likes to hunt the rare and unusual. When he escapes to this realm, his main focus is catching me… unless he’s getting intel for Plasmius.”

“And what happens when someone gets hurt or killed because of that?”

“I can’t destroy another ghost, if that’s what you’re getting at.” Danny sounded almost insulted as his eyes narrowed.

Jason sighed as he moved towards the door to the stairwell. Tim gave him space. “I’m not suggesting anything of the sort. You’re a good kid, Phantom. Better than I am. But if you keep letting your enemies off easy, it’s going to bite you in the ass when they eventually go after someone else to harm you.”

“You sound like you’re talking from experience.”

He glanced back at the teen. “It’s how I got murdered. Anyways, I’ve got shit to do. See ya later.”

As blunt as he was, he hoped Danny would seriously consider what he could do to help prevent his loved ones from being used as pawns. Jason’s own mother had been used in that way, and he’d fallen for it without question.

Speaking of parents, Jason did have questions about Danny’s. If they found out what their son was, would they harm him? They certain seemed to hate his ghostly persona, and Danny did verify they wanted to do him harm.

He probably shouldn’t bring that up to Bruce. The man didn’t need to consider adopting another one.

Shit. Duke probably brought it up to Bruce.

…

“You and Phantom seem to be getting along.”

Jason glared at Dick and his stupid smile as they started their infiltration of the temporary, and still unoriginal, headquarters of the League. It didn’t matter if the helmet was in the way or not; Dick could tell.

Banter had become a habit between them over the years. Sure, they could be quiet when needed, but it annoyed Bruce. And if you asked Jason, that was reason enough to do it.

“What? I can’t make friends?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Nightwing. Red Hood. Do you have eyes on them?” Bruce’s voice came over the intercom. His slightly more gravely tone gave away his annoyance with them.

“Yeah, B,” Nightwing replied as he took another look through his scope. “We can see five of them on our end. But is it just me, or haven’t any of them moved?”

“Also five on our angle. No movement either,” Tim reported. He and the demon spawn were paired together.

“Same,” Duke added. In his pause, they could almost sense Cass nod beside him. “I’m not detecting any hint of past or future movement either.”

“Hood, do you sense anything?”

Bruce’s question surprised him. “You’re actually asking me? What happened to the Fenton’s devices? Though you swiped one.” Technically, the old man bought it, but knowing him, it was going to end up being incorporated into Bat-tech sometime down the line.

“You were on the roof when B decided he wanted better proof it worked first,” Dick whispered.

“What was the point in grabbing it then?”

“To study the energy source,” Tim explained.

“Do you sense anything or not?” Ah, there it was, the tired father of six. Well, if you counted Stephanie and Babs, who both counted as a half, it came to seven

“No, not really.” Pit had been surprisingly quiet after the chat with Phantom, but it had momentarily whispered at him near the perimeter of their current location. It happened often enough outside of Amity for him not to bother so it didn’t warrant a mention.

“Move in.”

They all dropped down from their places in the rafters to the floor below. Bruce, Tim, and Damian specifically aimed for the assassins. Duke tackled another from the back. Dick pinned the remaining one against a piece of old equipment while holding his escrima sticks to his neck. With that handled, Jason and Cass checked the area for hidden reinforcements.

A sense of wrongness settled over Jason. There was no noise. No sounds of struggling.

Dick stepped away from the assassin he pinned, and the guy’s body just dropped to the floor. “He’s dead.” Surprise and confusion seeped into his tone.

“I… I think this one is too!” Duke stumbled away from his target. Tim, Damian, and Bruce all confirmed the assassins they targeted were also deceased.

No signs of injuries were evident on the bodies, but each one had an expression which suggested extreme pain prior to death. However, there were a few scuff marks on the ground that suggested a struggle. Duke’s abilities confirmed they’d been taken by surprise. All of them were attacked at the same time, but he couldn’t see who or what caused it. He also mentioned that each of them seemed to have odd marks around their hearts when he turned his attention towards the bodies themselves. Bruce’s scanner confirmed the strange markings which were then shared with the group.

“Grandfather’s men should be trained to handle anything.” Damian voice contained an unusual hint of puzzlement.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say it looks like someone grabbed it,” Dick murmured.

“Maybe someone did.” Tim glanced around either in hopes of another clue or a glimpse at the attacker. “We’re in a town where ghosts are reportedly commonplace. If these ones have abilities anything like a Martian…”

“Then it’s possible that’s what happened.” If Jason didn’t know better, he’d swear Bruce seemed unsettled by it.

“But why would a ghost do something like this?” Tim continued. “From what we can tell from the reports Oracle gathered, ghost-related deaths are rare. The only reported ones were associated with the town being supposedly pulled into a different dimension, and Phantom mentioned the ghosts we’ll find in the different reports and news stories are obsession driven.”

The Pit whispered what almost felt like a greeting. Glancing up, Jason’s own scanners registered a cold spot similar to the previous night. “Instead of speculating, we could just ask a ghost what he thinks. Isn’t that right, Phantom?”

The cold spot moved until it settled to his right. Phantom became visible a second later. “I thought you weren’t going to kill anyone.” He wasn’t accusatory. And even though his voice seemed to be naturally distorted in his ghost persona… or was it a form, anyways, it still held a somber tone.

“They were posed,” Cass stated as moved closer to Danny to silently study him. “We found.” He flinched away from her before asking for more details.

Danny frowned at the information and outright grimaced when Bruce showed him a still image from the scanner. “I hate to say it,” he eventually admitted. “A ghost could do something like that, but…”

“But?” Bruce prompted.

“But ghosts who target humans usually leave them alive. Emotions can be used as an energy source so….” He rubbed his neck while making a ‘you get the picture’ motion with the other hand.

Tim began tapping on his wrist computer as he spoke. “It wouldn’t make sense to kill if you can continue using a person as a battery, but I take it that it does happen.”

Danny nodded. “There are only two I know that would… but…” His breath misted before he had a chance to continue.

The Pit seemed to snarl at something. Not sure what to make at that unusual response, he drew one of his guns and fingered the taser hidden in his jacket. “Something’s here.”

“Multiple somethings,” Phantom agreed as the faces of snarling animals started to slide through the walls. Well, they were green, glowing, and obviously mutated. “Ah, crud.”

“Phantom, explain,” Bruce ordered.

Danny jumped. Wide eyes showed just how unsettled he was by getting orders from the Batman. He was still a teen after all. “Uh, they’re Plasmius’ creations. Animal ghosts mostly run on instinct, but they have some intelligence. I’ll be able to trap them in the thermos, but they usually need weakened first.”

“Great.” Dick’s escrima sticks sparked with electricity. “So, any advice on how to fight them?”

“Don’t get bitten.” The kid was just as good at providing details in a fight as Bruce. Lovely.

The ghost animals moved as soon as Danny lunged forward. He flew so smoothly as he dodged and turned that if he didn’t have a mutant ghost bear trying to bite his throat, Jason would have enjoyed watching the teen in his natural element. There was no shame in admiring the fighting style of someone else.

If you would have asked him what the ghost of an animal smelled like a week ago, Jason would have said nothing. He now knew better. It stunk like rotten meat and musk combined with the indescribable and repulsive smell of its saliva. As disgusting as it smelled, for a moment, part of his mind wondered if the smell of death accompanied him too. No matter what, a shower was absolutely necessary.

Annoyed at the bear deciding it wouldn’t take a hint, he decided to taze the damn thing. It howled in pain and swung widely as stumbled away in pain. And it managed to knick the taser. Well, when he had no other immediate option as the taser built into his vest worked best if the enemy was touching it, best fallback was to punch it.

Even though he’d briefly caught sight of any non-electrically charged attack pass through the ghost animals, his punch connected. Maybe his dip in the Lazarus Pit would benefit him for once. When he attempted it again and got the same result, he smiled. It’d been a while since he had a good brawl, and he was going to enjoy it.

Something about the fight gave him a bit of nostalgia. Perhaps it was fighting along side Bruce and the others. Or maybe it was fighting a battle without the use of his guns. But for a moment, he almost felt as if he was back in the Robin mantle and kicking the shit out of some random henchmen. But those years were long gone.

The fighting stopped as Danny trapped the last of the ghosts in his thermos. Dusting himself off, Jason glanced around at the others. Most of them had wear and tear on their costumes, but there didn’t seem to be any serious injuries with one exception.

Danny appeared to be nursing a bite mark on his arm. Instead of blood, a green ooze dripped from his arm. Did his body naturally produce that stuff instead of blood?

“I’ll patch that up,” Tim offered as he carefully approached Danny.

The ghost boy shook his head and floated backwards. “I appreciate the offer, really, but I can’t stay here long. The Guys in White will be here shortly. They always come after a fight like this.”

“We can protect you,” Bruce offered.

“You won’t be able to.” Danny glanced at Jason again. “They might target you too, if they find out about you.”

He snorted. “Wouldn’t be the first time I had authorities after me.”

Bruce chose to ignore him. “Fine. Do you have a place we can reconverge in an hour?”

“There’s a clocktower in the middle of town. I’ll meet you there if I can.” Danny vanished from sight. Jason’s scanners briefly caught sight of a cold signature dip into the ground and disappear.

“Phantom’s not lying. I’m getting flashes of people rushing the building,” Duke warned. After a quick nod from Bruce, all of the scattered.

For a few moments, Jason really did want to stay and see if these so-called government agents would decide to go after him. Dick and Bruce quickly put a stop to that. Maybe he could sabotage one of their vehicles with a bomb. If Tim or Babs could get him the schematics, that could be a little project while he was still in Amity. But he’d have to ask when Bruce wasn’t around. Even if the explosion occurred when no one would be in the vehicle, Bruce would still lecture him. And if there was one thing Jason didn’t need, it was another one of Bruce’s lectures.

….

“Todd, how did you fight those ghost animals?”

Although the Demon Brat couldn’t see it, Jason raised an eyebrow at him as they continued to wait for Phantom to show. It wasn’t often the kid asked him anything. “And here I thought you were good at paying attention to your surroundings. I punched them.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Dunno what to tell you. Wasn’t expecting my fist to work either.”

“You’re lucky,” Duke complained as he took a seat on the bell tower’s ledge. “Even with my sight, I could barely dodge them let alone hit one.”

“Keep this up and you’ll end up working alongside Constantine,” Tim teased.

“Do you really think I’d be able to put up with that Brit for more than a couple hours?”

“I don’t know.” Dick gave a playful grin. “I think the two of you could get along well enough for one mission. I think he’d be surprised to see the walking dead be able to sucker punch a ghost.”

Jason had just enough of a warning from the Pit to glance behind him as Phantom manifested. The teen had a hastily applied dressing on his arm. His hunched shoulders and dimly glowing eyes suggested exhaustion.

He gave them a short wave and a tired grin before floating far enough forward to sit on the ledge of the clocktower. “Sorry I’m not floating. Fights like that take a lot of energy out of me. Oh, if you see a flash of light that means I probably passed out. I’d appreciate if someone would catch me so I wouldn’t fall off the roof.”

“Are you going to let me properly bandage that now?”

Danny glanced at his arm. “This? It’s fine.” When Tim just stared at Danny, he just held out his arm and glanced away. Of course Tim darkly muttered something as he went to work.

“Phantom, back to our discussion.” Bruce stepped forward. “You mentioned a ghost could kill. You also said Plasmius made those creatures.”

“Can I ask who those people were first?”

“Assassins. Now, explain.”

“Assassin? Why the heck would assassins be in Amity Park?” At Bruce’s glare, he gulped and explained, “Most ghosts won’t kill. A lot of them… us… can get energy by tapping into human emotions. It doesn’t really make sense to… well, you know.”

“So, we’re kind of like batteries to ghosts?” Duke frown at the idea. “I guess it wouldn’t make sense for them to kill anyone.”

“Er, yes? Especially to some like Ember and Spectra. My friends think I might have accidentally tapped into theirs at times when I’ve running on fumes.”

“But it does happen.” Danny winced at Bruce’s tone.

“Yeah, but I only know of two who would do that, Pariah Dark and the Fright Knight.” He rubbed his shoulder with his free hand. The momentary far away look in his eyes suggested he had an unpleasant history with at least one of them. “Pariah Dark would be more likely to crush a person than to do whatever happened there. Besides, he’s currently locked away.”

“Tt. And why would we believe that?” The demon spawn did have a point.

“There’d be a mass exit of the ghosts of the Ghost Zone if he got free again. It happened before.”

“And the other?”

“The Fright Knight is often said to be the spirit of Halloween. I know it’s corny, but that’s the way it is,” Danny explained when Bruce raised an eyebrow at him. “But, Fright is more likely to trap someone in a nightmare using his sword than to kill, but he will if necessary. He’s currently working with Plasmius, but I haven’t seen him since Pariah was locked away.”

“But what about Plasmius? Or should I say Masters?” Jason crossed his arms as he shifted. Danny mentioned the man in passing a few times already but never elaborated.

Phantom’s eyes grew comically wide before he put a finger over his mouth. “Shush! Vlad has eyes everywhere.”

“Hold still!” Tim warned. “I haven’t finished yet. Besides, we already checked the area for bugs.”

“So it’s true.” Batman took a step forward. “He’s like you then.”

“What part of ‘shush’ don’t you understand? If… if he thinks I told you…”

“Then what? What’s he got on you?” Jason asked as he shifted. Something about this kid really brought out his protective streak. “We can help.”

Danny wouldn’t look at them. “He’ll expose me… Ghosts and other ectoentities aren’t exactly protected by law.”

Quick glances circled around the group. Metas were protected by law. Surely Danny knew that, but he seemed convinced he’d be hunted. Was it the parents? No… well, probably not the main issue. Didn’t his friend mention something about a government organization?

“Under the Federal Anti-Ecto Control Acts, I don’t even count as sentient. That law allows the Guys in White to take unnecessary and lethal force… They’ll attack normal people too,” Danny explained.

Was that so? The Pit stirred at his anger, and for once, it didn’t seem to muddle his thoughts. He did want to explode one of their vehicles, but that was a bit too tame. Destroying one of their bases would do nicely. He should get Roy to come help.

“We will be able to provide you with asylum, if anything should happen.” Great. Bruce was considering adopting him. He could have sworn he heard Dick and Tim groan when they realized it.

Danny gave a humorless laugh. “Harboring someone like me is enough to get you jail time. Thanks though.”

“Do you really think that would stop him? Or any of us?” Jason wasn’t going to let Danny think he didn’t have support. It wasn’t an adult yet, and it wasn’t right for him to feel alone.

“We can discuss this at a different time.” Bruce shifted back to bat-business mode. “Would Plasmius do something like that? And what about the animals?”

“Plasmius sometimes… experiments. I think he was trying to figure out how to artificially stabilize ectoplasm.”

“Why?”

Danny took his arm back from Tim. His gaze seemed distant. “Doesn’t matter now. I destroyed that lab, and he hasn’t tried doing that again. But you asked about killing. It’s not really his style, but he might. He can make duplicates of himself, and a lot of them.”

“Duplicates?”

“Copies. Doubles. Some ghosts can split their forms. I’ve tried, but I’m not exactly great at it.” He wrinkled his nose. “You don’t want to see what happens when you mess that up. I don’t know how my friends don’t have nightmares about it.”

“When you said a lot,” Dick spoke up, “exactly how many did you mean?”

“I don’t know. He was able to control most of the town during the last election.”

“That is a lot.”

Danny yawned, and just for a moment, a ring of light appeared around his waist before fizzling out. “I guess it’s time for me to get to bed. Since I take it that you know who I am, you can easily find me.” He floated into the air and wobbled a moment.

“Do you really think you’re going to go home like that? You look like a breeze would knock you over.” Jason stared at the kid. Yeah, he was going to take him to his home. No way he was going to let a kid who looked dead on his feet attempt to go on his own.

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Notes: Jason does not canonically have an autopsy scar as the Pit was supposed to heal any scar he had. I don't care. This is a popular head cannon that I'm all for.

Nightwing’s staff-like weapons are called escrima sticks.

I actually started reading Red Hood comics with the 2016 run of Red Hood and the Outlaws where Jason is teamed up with Artemis and Bizarro. Their dynamic great, but they’re not exactly the best at covert. Roy is the better option in this instance. 😊

#To Join the Whispers #Danny Phantom #dp #dp crossover #danny phantom crossover #dp au #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley

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hdawg1995 · 2 years

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i'm not gonna wait till it happens to Ajax, i'm writing this painful fanfic NOW

When the warrior entered Sunbreeze Grove though the portal, there were a few things he didn't expect. He didn't expect to hear Dove arguing with someone... And he didn't expect to hear Scalla raise her voice.

He really didn't need this right now...

It had been... he wasn't sure. But it was the anniversary of His death. His sacrifice. Ajax could feel the ghost of a hand in his, slipping though his fingers like air. He could hear his own voice crying out to Him- he needed to ground himself and Sunbreeze Grove was perfect for that. Hector was helping too, but there was so much the dragon could do for his adopted brother. He couldn't wrap is young and destructive mind around the concept of heart break; loss and grief Hector seemed to have a concerningly tight grasp of, but things that were a bit more abstract we're still new.

Ajax could handle the fact that Tomix wasn't into him. That was fine, he cherished their friendship and wouldn't change it... but it seemed Tomix also cherished it.

"You didn't keep your promise." Tomix's brother had said at the funeral.

the memory stung and Ajax stopped in his steps to take a deep breath. He didn't want that man's words affecting him, he seemed to like saying cruel things and live as if he was superior to everyone his words hurt. The man's voice only upset the warrior so he took a few more deep breaths.

"Five things you can see." Hector's voice entered Ajax's mind. He was glad the little guy was using words now. Just sad its because of how much he missed Ajax.

"Okay." he said, turning his head and looking around the space just before the portal. "I see the bay... grass... The Guardian tower... dirt...you."

"four things you can feel." Hector nudged him though the portal. seemed he also wanted to get to sunbreeze grove.

"Uhhh-" he stepped though the portal. "-the portal... my gloves... hood...armor padding."

There was a calmness about the grove that washed over Ajax, his eyes closing and thoughts wandering to more peaceful things.

"three things you can hear." Hector wandered over to the lake and started taking a sip.

"You sipping the water...the wind...S-" Ajax's eyes snapped open. "Scalla?"

Hector whipped his head around, water dripping from his mouth and tilted his head. He gulped the water and stared at Ajax. "I hear Dove."

There was a shout and the two stared at each other. They defiantly just both heard Scalla.

This isn't the first time they've crossed paths or timestreams with The Other Hero- he regularly goes to her inn at the edge of time to catch up and she visits his, but this would be the first time outside of a space that seemed to bend reality. As he got closer to what was becoming a shouting match Ajax realized he... wasn't sure how ready he was to hear what the argument was about.

"The Void is NOTHINGNESS!" Dove almost growled. "If he fell into it, he is gone!"

"He Can't Be GONE!" Scalla surely growls. "When a soulweaver dies they go to the elemental plane spirits- and he WASN'T THER!"

Ajax had stopped at the edge of the fountain area. The void dragons and Elysia all glanced at him before turning their attention back to the two dangerous people getting dangerously heated. Dove had an air of power around him, his expression a mixture of tired and angry while the dragonlord was standing on trembling legs and her visor was up.

Ajax had never seen the visor up before- and he isn't sure how to process the fact that the first time he is seeing her actual eyes they are full of tears. Draco was in a similar state- only, his tears seemed to be held back better than Scalla's.

"Whats going on?" he asks, because he wants to be sure. He wants to KNOW that they are talking about what he thinks they are talking about.

Dove huffs and looks at Ajax. "Scalla here can't let go of a dead man."

"And Dove thinks I should give up on any and every ounce of hope I HAVE!"

Ajax... has never heard Scalla so load before.

"All because he doesn't understand what a soulweaver is." Draco adds with a bit of sass.

Ajax sits in the grass and takes a deep breath. "So you are talking about Tomix."

He REALLY didn't need this today. He wanted to calm down, relax, mourn in peace- not be audience to a shouting match about-

wait.

"Wait." He looked up at Scalla. "You're right, he wasn't in the-"

"Stop." Dove shot a glare at the human.

Ajax stood up. "But Dove, I- WE! oh we BOTH did it, didn't we?" He looks at Scalla for confirmation. "When we did Zeuster's stupid tasks!"

"That is the last time anyone mentions him." Dove demanded, but he was ultimately ignored.

"We've been to death's domain twice. If Tomix isn't in the soulweaver after life-"

"He fell into the VOID!" Dove points out but neither hero is looking at him. He is being out numbered.

"-Then he might be in the normal afterlife." Ajax finishes with a spark of hope in his eyes. "We-"

"OH SURE!" Dove roars. Birds flee the grove and several of the dragons join them. "Go into the afterlife and bring back this angsty man. I don't see you this upset about that serenity person!"

The grove is silent except for the quick gasp Ajax made. Scalla slumps, arms going slack and jaw falling open as if she was just struck. Its at this point Elysia steps between the three. She turns to Dove.

"Thats enough." Her tone is quiet but sad.

"Actually..." Scalla straightens up. "Serenity asked not to bring her back. Tomix never said any of the sort."

Dove glares at her over Elysia's head.

"What harm is there in looking?" Ajax pipes up.

He doesn't feel... hopeful. He feels like there is a weight in his chest, like if they check... there might actually be harm. What if he isn't there? What if he is? What is he going to do if Tomix's soul is there? would... that be closure? a comfort?

What if it isn't there at all? and Tomix-

Theres a hand on his shoulder. Looking over, its Scalla with Elysia at her side. they both look worried... Dove seems to be watching him.

"We'll look another time..." Scalla turns from him and looks to Dove. "I'm sorry for riling you up."

"I- you-..." Dove blinks a few times and sighs out "And i'm sorry too." He notably didn't say what he was sorry for but the Heroes figured that was the most they were going to get out of him. Ajax thinks hes sorry for what ever antics will happen next.

Scalla motions for Ajax to follow and he does, Hector at his heels. They sit on the fountain and the silence of the grove begins to grow less tense and more calm, peaceful, relaxing. With the calm washing over him he remembers why he came to the grove- and his hands feel the ghost sensations again.

"Me too." Scalla says, reaching out and holding Ajax's trembling fingers. Sure enough, he grasps hers back and he can feel them shaking.

"We failed so many times." he says.

"And we just can't seem to keep the people we care about around." Her voice is watery and Ajax swallows the lump in his throat.

"I don't know what i would do if he was down there, with death." he says.

"I think i would hug him." Scalla says. "Tell him hes an idiot. Tell him about Belle."

"I don't think i know Belle yet." He uses his free hand to wipe a tear away. "She cool?"

"I wish we knew her when he knew Tomix." Scalla's hand squeeze his and he can feel the grief.

He squeezes back and it turns into a kind of arm wrestling match. Its awkward since he is holding her right and and she is holding his left, and instead of leveraging the other into a downed position, they're just trying to get the other to yield. It works as a distraction until the sound of the dragons returning snaps the two back to reality.

Reality being Tomix is dead and it's the anniversary of his death.

the pair sit quietly as the birds chirp, the wind blows, and the baby dragons play fight. Its around sunset when Scalla stands and lowers her visor.

"I'm going to blow off some steam." she says with a wabbly voice. "I... need to do something."

Do something... yeah, Ajax should do something too. He stands and bids farewell to the grove.

when he enters falconreach its night. when its night, the portal near the stream is open. So he goes there. Goes to Ravenloss once again. He doesn't know what he'll do once he is there, but wandering the streets he finds Aegis' house. When he enters the elemental spirit of valor seems started and quickly hides something behind his back.

"Ajax!" he cries. "What- uhh w-what are you doing here?"

Ajax shrugs. "I needed to do something..."

"well, lets do something." Aegis sits what ever he was holding off to the side. "Come on, i heard there are some folks around town who need some help."

Ajax spends the night helping the residents of ravenloss and it feels almost good. He feels better, but the grief is still there. When he goes to sleep, Hector curled up into him as they stay at Aegis' for the night, The Hero doesn't notice when the icy spirit places the handmade plush doll between the two.

"happy death day, Tomix." he whispers. "I'm sure you wouldn't have minded if you got to spend the last moments of it with them."

Its probably a trick of the light, but the doll seems to be a little happier as Aegis leaves the human and dragon to sleep.

#dragonfable #i have WAITED TOO LONG #i wanted to WRITE THAT SCENE SO BADLY #O W #scalla #ajax #realized the summary didn't make sense so i edited it

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cringefestuwu · 3 years

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(This is pretty much a part 2 to the crew vacation- likEeh...half way through my writing was deleted so i had to rewrite it...welp-)

~The crew on a vacation(2)~

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(Art doesn't belong to me)

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After all the bickering and teasing thrown your and al's way you all finally made it out of the hotel room, luckily taking less time than last night to change in to the swinsuits and cover-ups, angel ofcourse holding the sand tools, nifty holding the towels and sunscreen. (theres no sun tho wh-) the only task at hand now was going down the 6 set of stairs to get to the bottom. Luckily getting down was easier than up, making it exhausting to go on after. But it didn't take much to get back going after. Honestly dreading the fact you'd have to walk back up the stair sets by this afternoon.

Eventually you all made it to a small gate that was left open, the right one slightly off its hinges. Two huge bushed on either side, blocking the view until you walked through. First angel and charlie walked through the gate, followed by husk, nifty, than vaggie. Alastor let you go in ahead of him, not bothering to close the gate for obvious reasons. The beach was fairly decent despite how hell's conditions are. There wasn't polution or trash, and a few demons swiming or walking along the beach here and there, overall surprisingly peaceful. Instead of a light blue sky was a blood red one, the rest looked almost exactly the same other than the water, it was a darker, almost light red color. Nifty started setting the towels down to sit on, almost having a coniption when even a little sand got onto it. Vaggie and charlie putting sunscreen on as angel took no time in sprawling the sand tools along the ground, beginning to play in the sand to his hearts content, making you think he's just a child in an adult body. Beginning to strip out of your cover-up, seeing the others soon do the same, eager to get into the water. Husker on the other hand took a seat on the towel, drinking his cheap booze like normal. As you took off the cover-up you looked out at the ocean, seeing the high waves crash against the shore. The sign saying it signalled high tide, but that just made it more fun, ofcourse you just hoped it wouldn't drown you. Eventually setting the clothing on the towel as to not get sand in it. Showing your (f/c) bathing suit underneath, you weren't so sure about it being a two-piece, afraid of judgement, but if you were going to be in the water than it wouldn't be so bad. Looking over to see al already had taken his over shirt off, showing the red striped short-sleeve shirt, along with the matching shorts. One thing you couldn't help but notice was the short fluffy tail and hooves for feet. You haven't really taken the time to process that feature of his, to be fair it just made him look more adorable in your eyes, especially if the tail began waging, unsure why he hid it all the time. He was talking to nifty for amoment before they went their seperate ways, his crimson eyes eventually landing on you, his smile widening as he went over to you, taking notice of your swimsuit almost immediately. You worried he'd reply negatively to it, though all he did was twirl you, hand in hand with him "My, you look lovely as ever, darling!" He said, his voice just as loud and prominent as ever. It made your heart fluster from how happy he looked being here.

"Last one in the water's a rotten egg!" You heard charlie shout, running towards the water, angel, being angel...hopped up, trying to outrun her, a smile forming on your face as you looked over at al, hopping up to leave a kiss on his nose before running out to the water, leaving al to sand there for a moment, soon following closely behind. The only thing slowing you down from completely getting in were the crashing waves pushing you every which way. Angel ending up jumping in, completely disapearing in the water before emerging after a few seconds, pushing his hair out of his face, only haveing a moment before a wave crashed into him, making him have to pay attention more behind him, the waves rising up to a foot or so taller than him, and you were a few feet under him. You pushed past all the waves you could get past to go into the more calmer part of the water, eventually going to an area you barely could touch. Looking back towards the others in the water, seeing them splashing or riding the waves. Alastor was just floating in the water, the waves seeming to not affect him much. Angel eventually turned to you, being a 8 feet away from you, vagually seeing a shoked look on his face, making you confused (and fairly concerned), at that moment you felt the water pulling back, pulling you back as well. "(Y/N) BEHIND YOU!" He yelled, pointing over your head, causing everyone to look your way. You quickly turned around only to see a wave a good few feet taller than you, towering over you as it came crashing down, causing your fear to hit you like a brick.

Pulling you under water, not giving you the chance to hold your breath, already tasting the salt water pooling in your mouth and nose, causing you to gag as it felt like it was burning your brain. Dragging you along with the current before your head hit the bottom. All while only seeing black, the salt burning your eyes if you dared opening them. You felt like completely passing out before you felt a hand firmly grasp your wrist, yanking you up frim the water as they wrapped ther arm around your stomach as they seemingly teleported to shore, immediatly you started coughing and hack up the water that you ingested. You vaguely heard voices around you, all the water in your ears disabling you from hearing clearly. Eventually feeling it drain from them, helping to hear much clearer, you looked up to see alastor had been holding you, possibly pulling you from the water, the water drenched his hair, making his ears droop, his hair in his face a good bit as he stared down at you with wide-eyes, his smile more forced and smaller than previously.

"(Y/n)!" You finally heard him calling you, staring back at him as you looked around the area, seeing the concern on charlie's face. Making you quickly look at the sandy ground. "I- uh- im alright.." You said, slowly getting out of al's arms, though his hand remainded wrapped on your wrist in a firm grip, causing you to look back at al, he had the same look on his face, eventually feeling him begin to shake. "Al?" You fully turned to him, a worried look on your face as you brought your hand toward his cheek, he didn't react. You would have said something, though the others looked as if they were gone, just not around anymore? You looked back at al, but his expression was different, his hair fully covered his eyes as he looked towards the ground, eventually feeling some liquid stream down his cheek, it was bitch black. Was he crying?

"Please dear...dont worry me like that again..." He finally spoke, his voice cracking, the static noise sparking every time he spoke. You stared at him for a while, eventually pulling him into a tight hug. "Im...sorry- im so sorry...i-i didnt mean- i" he quickly shushed you, pulling from the hug a bit to look at you, his hair having been moved from his face, his smile not so forced anymore. "Don't apologize...i know it wasn't your intention, just be more careful" he said jokingly, cupping your cheek with his hand. You quietly chuckled in return, leaning in as you kissed him on the lips, setting your hand on his shoulder, he leaned into it not a moment later, wrapping his arm around your back to bring you closer, feeling the tears on his face come in contact with yours. Eventually pulling away as you stared at him. "Don't worry, im sure I'll be alright" you said, quietly laughing as you felt the atmosphere go back to normal as if time resumed. Seeing everyone still standing there with their concerned looks, you just gave them a soft smile. "Don't worry, im just fine, cmon, we came here to have fun!"

After the day began ending you all started packing, pretty ready to get a shower and cuddle up in bed. Everyone gathering the things before walking back past the gates, looking back up towards the stairs...oh right. The stairs...

damnit.

#hazbinhotel #alastor #alastor x reader

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khaleesiofalicante · 4 years

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Lightwood-Banes Ski Vacation Headcanons

When the kids ask for a ski vacation, Alec suggests they go to Aspen during the weekend. Magnus is very much offended. (Darling, weekend at Aspen? We are not the Herondales. Pack your bags, pumpkins. We are going to Switzerland for a whole week!!)

Alec tries to bring some of the paperwork with him so he can get some work done during “free time”. Magnus is having none of it. Alec still sneaks some of it in his suitcase but they get “misplaced” on the way.

Magnus goes on a shopping spree and packs two suitcases for each of them. Alec is having none of it. (But it’s cold ther-NO!! But I can easily portal all our suit-NO! We would look so goo-NO!! Ale-NOOOOO)

Max and Rafe are very excited about the vacation - so much so they practice their skiing skills in their brooklyn apartment with uncle Jace. (Max!Rafe! Get off the bannister right now! JACE, YOU TOO!!)

They all decide to make snow angels. Magnus just places a ball of snow in Alec’s hand and says ‘My snow angel is the prettiest’. Alec DOES NOT blush furiously. He is just ‘cold because of the weather’. The kids blow raspberries at their parents’ antics.

At one point, Max’s glamour accidentally fades off. He gives quite the scare to the mundanes at the resort. (Somebody help that child! He is dying of hypothermia and his parents don’t seem to care!!)

They go to an ice skating rink. Even though Alec has never been to one, his nephilim training makes it easier for him to pick it up. But he pretends to be bad at it anyway so Magnus can help him. (You can’t let go, Magnus. My equilibrium rune is not working!!)

Magnus is even worse. He keeps using the cold as an excuse to keep cuddling Alec. (Magnus, don’t you have magic for-Fine, Alexander. I’ll go cuddle the kids th-WAIT, COME BACK!!!)

The kids build a snowman and call it Snowman Meow. Max tries to take him home. (Papa, can I bring back snowman Meow?? Put him in suitcase?? Chairman gets new friend!!)

Alec and Rafe having a skiing race. Alec tries to go easy on Rafe but it turns out that Rafe had to go easy on him.

They get into a snowball fight. Alec & Max against Magnus & Rafe. They agree that no magic can be used but both Magnus and Alec cheat so their teams can win. The kids don’t really care who won but Magnus and Alec blame each other. (Magnus, I literally saw blue sparks on the snowballs! And I saw your stamina rune, husband!! I know what it looks like, okay??)

The kids go sledging. Max accidentally thinks it’s already Christmas. (When is santa coming? Where is my gift??)

Alec takes Max ice-fishing in the nearby lake and tells him about the time Robert took him fishing in Idris.

Magnus takes Rafe shopping in the nearby village and tells him about the time Ragnor took him shopping in France.

Rafe gets emotional during the vacation with his family and tells Magnus he will cherish this memory forever. Magnus buys him a polaroid so Rafe can cherish them some more.

The four of them cuddle next to the fireplace, wrapped in blankets and a hundred pillows. They tell each other stories while roasting marshmallows.

Magnus ‘buys’ hot chocolate for all of them. Max and Rafe both get a whipped cream moustache so they can imitate old clave members. (The blah is hard but it is the blah!!)

At night when it gets really cold, all of them take a sweater from Alec’s suitcase cause they are unbelievably comfortable and warm. (My, my, my. How the tables have tur-NOT A WORD, ALEXANDER!!!)

Alec of course sneaks some romantic time with Magnus by booking them a couples massage. (Ohhhh, that’s really sweet, Alexander! Did you book the one where we get to massage each oth-NOBODY TOLD ME ABOUT THAT OPTION!!!!)

Max and Rafe take a lot of pictures with Rafe’s new camera and send it to Simon, Clary, Izzy and Jace. Every picture is accompanied with a caption. (Wish you were here....except not really.)

For @tinysuitcasepicklehuman <3

#i hope you like it #malec headcanons #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #rafael lightwood bane #max lightwood bane #lightwood bane family #tsc #tmi #can yall see me yearning for snow???????#is it obvious by the shit load of shit i wanna doooo #:(

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“Reviving Master Candidate: Number 27, Wren Hayes. Medical Staff remain alert.“

A few people were standing around one of the Coffins, ready to begin healing yet another one of the 47 Masters that almost died before even getting to enter Singularity F. As the doors slid open, one was prepared to catch the body that might fall out at any moment. A low groan was heard within, a hand frantically grasping onto the outside frame of the Coffin as the person within tried pulling themselves into the light.

Wren had seen better days, hair clinging to her face as she stared down at her feet. Shaky gasps as she struggled to stand, her body slumped to the side as she tried taking a small step. She noticed the others standing before her, one already guiding her to a prepared wheelchair.

“Wha...“ She couldn’t react much to the sudden stimuli given to her. A light shined in her eyes to make sure her pupils reacted, but she nodded when asked if she could hear them. She would be the picture of health once she had recovered her muscle mass and motor functions. She was about to be wheeled away to begin her recovery, but one question remained in her mind above all else.

“Hey...Wai...t...“ Her chest hurt when she tried to talk, tears forming in her eyes as she tried gasping out the words. “My Bro..ther. Is he...al..righ..t?“ All that mattered in this instance was the safety of her brother. If he was in a similar state to hers, then that was fine. They both could recover. But the thought of losing him filled her with dread, gripping tightly to her beating heart.

“Your brother...“ There was the flipping of pages, likely going through to find the names of the Master Candidates. “Ah, here we are. Number 26, Bran Hayes. Worry not, we will soon begin the process of awakening him. You simply need to focus on yourself now.“

Oh thank the gods. With that weight lifted from her body, Wren could allow herself to focus on more important things. Like finding out what happened, first of all. Who knows exactly how long she’s been out like that.

#;drabble;

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