#green like the poison apple she never did eat

[blackopals-world]

I have a silly request that you may or may not enjoy.

Fem!Yuu who came from a long line of chefs and can make just about anything. From quiche to raspberry tarts to katsu sandwiches. She of course decides to share her skills in the form of making each of her friends a different bento catering to their tastes.

When asked why, she simply states that she cares about them and wants to see them well fed. Cue the marriage proposals.

~Okay, I can do that. Not for ever character of course because I have no time. Just allow me my personal flavor.~

"The way to a man's heart"

(part 2 here) (part 3) (part 4)

Characters featured:Azul, Jamil, Ace, Deuce, Malleus, Vil, Idia, and versus staff

"Remeber sweetheart, the way to a man's heart is though his stomach. That's how I got your Baba. It's is also a measurement of love, a good dish is made with 3 cups of love and 4 tablespoons of care and 1 liter of dedication."

Yuu had those words etched in her mind since childhood. Every dish she made was filled with the TLC her family required for the perfect dish.

But being the youngest I such a line meant that she had never had many people outside of the family try her foods.

Mama, Baba, Ye ye, and Lola didn't lie; but they didn't want to hurt her feelings.

So Yuu couldn't help but tremble when she handed the two lunch boxes to Ace and Deuce. It was just before lunch time when she presented them before quickly running off.

She ran to the quad and hid behind an apple tree.

Her plan was to let them eat the lunches and later go to retrieve the boxes to get a review. They wouldn't feel pressured to say anything nice and Yuu would know how she did.

And if they like her cooking then they could be super close and eat lunch like this everyday!

But if they hate it then they might not. They might get mad and never talk to her again.

"Are you trying to poison me? What kind of girl doesn't know how to cook something so basic" Ace would say tossing away her lunch.

"It's not too bad, if it's your first time. I just don't think your cut out to be a chef." Deuce would say turning green.

Yuu managed to make herself depressed from her own imagination as she hid. Her wild imagination tended to get the better of her.

"Hey, Yuu! If you wanted to eat here just say so." Ace said standing behind her with lunch box still in hand.

"It's not a bad spot either. We should eat here more often. It's quieter." Said Deuce next to him.

Yuu internally screamed as they sat to eat. She focused on their every facial expression as they ate.

Ace had Monte Cristo sandwich with a summer fruit salad. He seemed to really like the dip for the sandwich.

Deuce had a simple fried egg sandwich with bacon, and cheese. There was a bit of blueberry jam on the side for the bread.

While the boys ate Yuu didn't notice that they eyed each others food and quickly ate theirs to see if they steal form the other. They guarded their lunch like dogs.

Yuu saw this and her eyes lit up believing they really loved her food. Eagerly she waited for them to finish so she could ask.

"Do you like it?!" Yuu asked

The boys after staring each other down heaped praise on her and asked her to make lunch again.

It became a regular thing as they were already spoiled by Yuu and she loved her first taste testers.

With Yuu reassured of her skills came another challenge. He insatiable need to share her food.

"Good food makes for good company and friends." Ye ye always said.

Food is meant to be shared and it was good for the soul. Many souls in this school needed to be fed. Maybe they'd calm down a little.

So she started supplying her friends with homemade food.

Yuu waited patiently for Jamil after basketball practice with a hefty lunch box. It was buttered chicken curry with jasmine rice. It had a side of vegetable sauté. And of course an after practice energy drink.

She had patted herself on the back for this one. She wanted to impress Jamil.

As she walked along the side of the court she offered Jamil the drink. He took it great fully before eyeing the lunch box suspiciously.

"I made you something to eat. I though you might want something to eat you didn't make yourself for once." Yuu said suddenly self conscious.

Floyd must have heard because he rudly began interrupting.

"Oh, sea snake is are so lucky! I want a shrimpy wife to cook for me too!" He whined loudly.

The "Ooo"'s that came from the other basketball club members made Jamil's ears turn red.

"Shut up Floyd!" Yuu yelled at him with her face burning.

"I'm sorry Yuu. You know how guys are. Thank you for doing this for me." Jamil said quietly trying to hid his face.

"It's no problem Jamil. I really wanted you to try this." Yuu said softly.

Just as she said this Jamil looked over his shoulder to the the boys laughing before leaning down and kissing Yuu's forehead.

"I wanted to thank you properly." Jamil said smiling before leaving to sit down to eat with Yuu.

She was an amazing cook and it felt good to be cooked for. It reminded him of when he didn't need to care for Kalim.

"I wish I could eat this everday." Jamil said absent-minded.

Yuu's eays widened before laughing. He didn't mean it. Right?

There were times Yuu casually dropped off dishes.

Korean barbecue for Epel

Ratatouille for Rook

Fresh baked pie for Silver

None of this escaped Vil's notice who wondered why Yuu never came around to give him anything. I wasn't as if he didn't eat.

Though if memory serves he has turned his nose up at certain foods around her. She probably didn't want to be told her food wasn't good enough.

To Vil it didn't matter, if she was a chef she should know her customers tastes. Never mind that he wasn't a customer nor was she being paid to cook, his feeling were hurt.

But as luck would have it Yuu didn't forget him.

"Vil-sama! Here!" Yuu practically bubbled with energy was she leaned over Pomefiore's kitchen counter.

Epel was currently face deep in a slice of apple-apricot pie. and ice cream.

Vil hoped that she wasn't expecting him to eat that as he wouldn't have that much gusto. He didn't have the heart to lecture Epel on manners with Yuu around but he had no problem after she was gone so he better injoy it while he can.

"Try some." Yuu held out a cup of green liquid.

Yuu held out a cup of green tea with a palte of fresh sushi.

"Traditional green tea doesn't go well with heavy or greasy foods so I made some simple salmon sushi to help clean your palette." Yuu said smiling.

Vil took a sip and smiled at her.

"It's good. I wish I could drink this every morning." Vil said eating a piece of sushi.

Yuu turned pink as she quickly excused herself.

Azul was the greediest of her friends. He loved trying new foods but especially fried chicken.

Azul eagerly awaited when Yuu entered the lounge with food in hand. They would eat in his office as Azul would try to trick Yuu into working hin the kitchen.

Even though he was trying to convince her to work for him the job offer was as a personal chef because he didn't want to share. Another reason she didn't agree.

"I just want to eat with you everyday." He said slyly over his Frutti di Mare. "Don't you want to eat with me too?"

Yuu bit the inside of her cheek as she turned red.

"Azul that's not funny. Don't say that unless you mean it." Yuu said stiffly.

"But I do mean it. Cross my heart." Azul said more earnestly but Yuu quickly said goodbye and fled. Azul was left confused.

The next day Yuu spent lunch hiding in the teacher's lounge. She was allowed to as Crewel's pseudo daughter and bringing lunch.

Crewel dug into his beef stroganoff as he listened to Yuu's concerns.

"I don't know what to do! Pa, I can't face them again!" Yuu panicked her hands waving frantically.

"Slow down my pup. What happened." Crewel said unfazed by Yuu's familiar. She's expressive he'll give her that.

"Jamil, Vil and Azul asked to marry me!" Yuu shouted before slapping a hand over her mouth. Blabber mouth.

(telling someone you want to eat their cooking or drink their tea everyday could be considered a proposal. I just happens that in Yuu's family that how they propose marriage traditionally.)

There was a sharp spitting sound from across the room as Sam burst out laughing making seafood gumbo splattered.

"Congratulations, sugar! I always knew you were a charmer. It's no wonder all the boys want you!" Sam laughed.

"It's highly inappropriate. You're all to young to even think of such things." Trein said stiffly as he put down his spoon and stopped eat his potage parmentier.

Divus stared blanky before asking again. Crowley would raise hell over this if he didn't do it first. His puppy can't get married. Not yet.

Yuu found herself at ease after it was explained that people don't propose that way here.

Feeling better she waited late for her nightly walk with Malleus. She made a late night snack of soft madelines and a thermos of cinnamon hot chocolate.

Malleus was more then happy to accept her gift. They sat in glen snacking before Malleus spoke up.

"I heard you are getting engaged." He said drinking hot chocolate

"No I'm not." Yuu sighed because of course he heard.

"I see, so they were all unacceptable. Please consider me an option then. I would happily marry you and eat with you everyday!" Malleus said taking Yuu's hand and getting on one knee.

Yuu almost fainted in shock.

'Papa you lied!'

(Bonus)

"Idia please come out! I brought you some Gyros." Yuu called out from behind the door.

Yuu had been working hard to lure Idia outside and was making progress. Soon enough Idia will be eating in the cafeteria before he knows it.

It was like getting a feral cat socialized as Idia cautiously opened the door. He knew to be wary of Yuu's offerings but like the call of a harpy he does as she wants. Everyday she lures him further away from his safe space.

"I made some tortoise candies last night." Yuu said holding the golden lollipop.

Idia would have to steel himself for this one.

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[myeagleexpert]

Saudade

Contents: Yuu returns home, but the story isn't over.

Saudade is (in Portuguese folk culture) a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent, but you can only miss something real…right?

So why does Yuu wake up in the middle of the night afraid the ceiling might collapse at any moment? Sometimes she can't go back to sleep peacefully, which is why she sits on the porch and watches a black cat go by, jumping from window to window after anyone who will give him his can of tuna.

It's so weird for Yuu to “return” to normal when she knows she hasn't gone out or traveled for a long time but she feels something is off. She swears that her colleague Carter has always been a redhead, when the blonde actually wanted to dye it black. She was going to order some sweets from Trey Baker's bakery, a taste of delicious homemade food fills her mouth with saliva as she goes to the address, but when she stops in front of her destination her mouth, previously salivating, is stunned to discover that there never was a bakery like this , the neighbors have no idea who the Clover family is.

Her school friends never question her ability or knowledge.

"Why did you miss this potion? Can't you do it yourself?" “How do you not know something so simple? This is taught in primary schools” “Aaah, did you do your homework today? Let me copy"

She didn't listen to discriminatory words or conversations that she should think twice before answering, on the contrary…

“Your hair looks beautiful today, what did you do?” “Yuu, can you help me with this lesson? You are the best in this field” “Yuu dear, let me help you with these boxes” “You draw very well”

She would go to the zoo with her family and stare at the lazy lion hoping its eyes were venomous green and the hyena's laugh sounded different. Did I already mention the white wolf? He refuses to be buddy-buddy with anyone but as soon as you take your eyes off he's wagging his tail at them.

In restaurants she refused to eat the sea foods she always liked, for some reason the eels, octopus and shrimp made her want to vomit.

It's a strange feeling… have you ever felt it?

As if you haven't seen your family for years, when in fact it's only been a week?

As if she hugged someone, and in their warm, comforting arms she suddenly felt the chill of missing them?

Like you're experiencing new feelings in old things… or you feel a different excitement when trying the same route every day.

As if you live in a warm environment where you feel protected and loved for the first time.

By day, it's easy to dance between similar faces or conversations you've had before, it's easy to play a “game” you already know the rules. Yuu ignores these feelings during the day, when the sunlight keeps her warm and the youthful wind carries her carefree laughter.

But at nightfall, in her warm bed, the sheets trap her in terrible dreams where figures that are probably dear to her, “people of her heart” Yuu calls them, are people who live in her heart and, even if she has forgotten who they are, their presence is constant in her mind. Like false memories, or strange déjà vu, Yuu wonders what was real and what wasn't and keeps these turbulent thoughts to herself.

Dreams seem to know the answer. The heart people that Yuu feels she loves and values so much, weren't always heart people. The crimson tyrant carries a feeling of anxiety and cuts deep in the throat, the ambitious king stalks her like prey relishing her fear as claws dig into her arm, the merchant of the depths has a charming smile and calculated words, it would be the same as play a board game with the certainty that you would lose, after all, octopus arms control your every move. The throat tightens filling with sand when challenging the desert sorcerer, the shards of glass were the only thing that was warm as the blood spurted in a dark cold in the desert.

The beautiful queen made her eat poisoned apples and a sadistic smile appeared on her face as the deadly poison made her fragile body lose color and dark spots rotted her body. The divinity of the underworld preferred to burn the protagonist and leave her to suffer in a dark cloud, causing the torture to be prolonged. The dark king brings a sense of betrayal from a dear friend as thorns pierce his body.

Yuu falls out of bed, ironically…her fall saves her from a sad end.

A paralyzing fear invades Yuu, every shadow in her room seems to want to attack, the voices seem to get louder and louder screaming insults at her, a cloud of eyes and witnesses look for her weak points, a hurricane of emotions devours her piece by piece…

knock knock knock

“Honey, are you okay? I heard a noise”- her sweet mother's voice cuts off Yuu's panic as she opens the door

"I fell here, but I'm fine mommy"

It was just a dream.

“Would you like a glass of milk or some tea?”

It was just a dream.

"No need, I'm going back to sleep."- she tries to reassure her mother, who puts her hand on her shoulder

“If you say, good night.”- the mother despite being worried leaves the room, she is also very sleepy

The girl goes to the bathroom in the middle of the night, clearing her thoughts before bed.

Is not real.

If it's not real, what are those scars on her arm and neck? Where do these octopus sucks come from? When did this happen? Where did these black spots come from, it seems that the color does not return to normal there.

Is not real.

As she checks out her legs, she sees aged scars from burns on her right leg and on her left leg you don't see the marks where the thorns tortured her skin, but when you run your hand over it, if you get close enough, you feel it's always been there. .

It was just a nightmare.

That's what Yuu tells herself before going to sleep, a peaceful night will help her forget about these problems. The sight of green fireflies dances to a familiar rhythm, which in their hums works like lullaby music. Where did these fireflies come from?

Gentle rays of sunlight wake her from her sleep, as she goes downstairs she is sure that eggs would be a great idea to start the day and go training, a strong and healthy body is synonymous with a strong and healthy mind! An apple, she eats suspiciously due to the events of the previous night, her mother appears reminding her to eat healthy meals, to apply sunscreen and moisturize the skin, a person's love.

His father, “bonjour belle famille” shouts kissing each one on the forehead, he started to learn French and lives practicing with his dear family.

The calm after the storm. The feeling. The emotion. The reason. Calm is real. The storm is real. But, what about the rain? The thunder? The wind that stun? Let's analyze.

A feeling of calm after the storm. But where does this calm come from if there was no storm in the first place?

Why do you worry so much about things that didn't happen… or did they happen?

Where does the lack of belonging come from if you've never been?

saudade is,in Portuguese folk culture, a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent, but you can only miss something real…right?

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[linksthoughtbrambles]

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Ooooh, a volcano!!!!

Eh- well, yes, but-

"WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?!?!"

FOR HYLIA'S- -NG- THERE'S A CLIFF, THERE!!

"SO?!"

YOU WERE HEADED STRAIGHT FOR IT!

"Of course, I was! That's where the best view'll be!"

I can't have you hurtling to your death right out of the gate!

"Why not?"

Wh-?! How can you say that?

"Well, why does it matter to you so much?"

I... I ought not-

"WOAH!"

"...Woooow..."

...Hyrule is beautiful, isn't it?

"HELL TO THE YES!"

...

Ooo, that's a pissy silence if I've ever heard one.

...Not that I know if I've ever heard one before.

Though you'd think if I'd never heard one, I wouldn't recognize it.

...Unless I'm delusional. I am hearing voices in my head. Keep this in mind, Link. Trust nothing. NOTHING. Be suspicious. Of yourself. Which of course means being suspicious of everything, because I depend on me to know what I'm looking at and... smelling and stuff. You think you smell apples, Link? Better be careful. Could be poison ivy. Where would you be if you put THAT in your mouth?

...She's still quiet.

I didn't take her seriously enough, did I? Aw. I don't feel like I'm some kind of insensitive jerk but maybe I am? What can I do what can I do think think think think think Link heheheeee rhyme.

OOOH! Her voice is pretty!

"Your voice is pretty, Voice-Lady!"

I... once again feel I must remind you I can hear you think.

"Yeah... I... kind of don't know how to handle that."

Perhaps frankness would suffice.

Suffice? That's not good enough. Nope. Sufficing is like... when you turn that orange over and the bottom half of the peel is all green and kind of fuzzy but you eat the tippy top of the part that isn't anyway because you're really starving.

...And then you become violently ill.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

Goddess. Had I known HALF of this went on in his head...

Wow. Did you know I could hear that?

...

...Don't be too disappointed, Link. So, she didn't know you that well. I guess. It's not... you know. It's not a big deal. You'd already figured you weren't married anyway. Guess not lovers either. I'm sure I'd've been babbling this sort of stuff if we were. I feel like a babbler.

PFF!

"...Huh."

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[taintedevesayori]

⚰️ Poisoned Mind ⚰️

((The full fic put together from the Diatober prompts Poison, Possession, Corpse and Insanity for Halloween! TW: blood, knives, death, suicide))

Sayo stared up at the tree. It wasn’t dying, but it wasn’t blooming either. She wished the whole thing would just wilt already, but apparently she wasn’t that lucky. Although, she was living with the Sakamaki family now, so maybe that was why it was in a state of limbo. But even if there weren’t any actual blossoms on the tree, there was a singular red apple sitting at the base of it. She walked over, fairly curious. She had never seen anything like this before. Who knew if this was the sort of change she wanted to this pavilion. 

When she picked up the apple, she noticed that it was rather strange. It seemed to have an unnatural shine to it and was giving off a very sweet scent. There was a strong urge to take a bite, but Sayo managed to resist it. Surely nothing good would come of eating an apple from this pavilion of Eden, where she was supposed to be Eve. And so, she dropped it right back where it was. 

“Sayo.”

The voice was quiet, but she still heard whoever it was calling from behind her. She quickly turned around, only to stare in shock at what was behind her. 

“S-Shiro…?”

He was standing there, looking exactly as he had before his death. As a kid, he had always looked so strong and confident to her, but now seeing him as a child again, he looked so vulnerable. His expression was consumed with anxiety. 

“You’re going to die in that house!” 

“What? Why would you-?!”

Before she could even finish her sentence, he was gone as suddenly as he had appeared. Instead, he was replaced with someone else. She stared at the empty space where he had been, unaware that there was a figure behind her. 

“You there…” the figure whispered, although it sounded as if it had come from all sides of her instead of directly behind. 

She glanced around in confusion, anxiety settling within her. When she finally turned back to the tree, she saw the shadowy figure standing there, watching her. She could tell it was a woman with long hair, but nothing else about her. The woman was holding the apple that had been sitting on the ground a few moments ago. 

“Take it,” she held it out for Sayo. “It will help you.”

Shiro had just warned her that she was in danger. Nothing like this had ever happened before. There was no way she could trust this woman. 

“No.”

The woman frowned. The apple was meant to be a temptation, so how was Sayo able to resist the urge to take a bite? If she was Eve, she should have taken it when she first saw it. 

“What a stubborn child,” the woman laughed lightly before disappearing. 

Sayo didn’t have the time to even let her guard down. Within seconds, the woman had grabbed her from behind. All Sayo could see were piercing green eyes as the woman shoved the apple as far into her mouth as it would go. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” the woman giggled. “I can’t allow those three to be happy after what they did to me.”

The apple began to liquify in her mouth. It was as if it was rotting. Both the taste and smell were absolutely revolting. She was definitely going to vomit. The woman let her go once the entire apple had rotted into that horrid black substance. Sayo fell to the ground as the woman continued to laugh at her. 

Sayo shot up from her bed. The taste and smell of whatever the hell that apple had become was still there. She immediately doubled over the side of the bed, throwing up blood mixed with black sludge.

After a few minutes of violent retching, Sayo suddenly sat up straight. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind hazy for a moment….until she was no longer in control of what she was doing. Her hand reached into the pocket of her shorts before pulling out the knife that was always concealed there. She flipped it open with ease as she got out of bed. Her blank eyes stared at the blade for a moment before putting it back in her pocket. 

There was no way she could stay in the most obvious place the girl would be found. She left the room, slowly making her way down the hall. She needed to find the least likely place those boys would find her. 

Laito stared into the water from the fountain. It was a rather cold night, but he couldn’t bring himself to go inside. He had a gut feeling something important was waiting for him out here. Something was off….he just couldn’t tell what. And so, he continued to watch the water, as if that would give him some answers. Maybe it did, in a way. After a while, he spotted a figure in the distance through the falling stream. 

Sayo was staring at him from the entrance of the nearby path that went deeper into the rose garden. Her expression was completely blank….and blood was dripping from the sides of her mouth. He was too far to see that it was mostly black. He had no idea how he hadn’t picked up the scent before, but now he was overwhelmed by the smell of her blood. He was frozen for a moment as a smirk lifted her lips, breaking that dead expression from a moment ago….but as she stared at him, her eyes were stone cold. 

“Laito~” she called. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

That snapped him out of it. He dashed around the fountain towards her, but she continued to step further back away from him. 

“What’s wrong? You look worried over something. It couldn’t be me, could it? Why do you care if I die? It makes no difference to you, does it? I’m just a random human girl. It’s not like we are particularly close. I mean, we argue most of the time we see each other, right?”

“How could you say that?!” he exclaimed. “Stop this! There’s something wrong with you. We have to get you treated!”

She suddenly laughed. “Why? What reason do you have to help me? Just let me die.”

“Why are you always so stubborn?! Just shut up and let me help you!”

“Oh?” she was suddenly directly in front of him.

A twisted grin warped her expression as she grabbed his face with bloody fingers. “I didn’t realize you actually cared! You don’t want to lose me, riiiiight?!”

With that, she collapsed in his arms. Her maniac laughter only added to his distress.

“I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I’m taking you inside,” he picked her up, rushing inside. 

He thought about immediately taking her to Reiji but decided to take her to his room and get Reiji once she woke up instead. He had no idea what had happened, after all. She would need to tell him. 

He pulled up a chair beside his bed, anxiously waiting for her to wake up. It seemed like her sleep was restless, like she was having nightmares. He wanted to wake her up to spare her, but figured it wouldn’t be a good idea. 

After a good thirty minutes, Sayo began to stir. 

“Laito…?” She muttered when her eyes met his. 

“Sayo…!”

“What the hell am I doing here? Why am I in your room?”

“You don’t remember?”

“No. I went to bed in my own room. Did you bring me here?” She glared.

“I did, after you passed out in the garden.”

Now she was even more confused. “Wait, what? I was in the garden? I don’t remember any of this. Please explain everything you know.”

“I saw you in the garden a little earlier. There was blood coming from your mouth. You were acting strange and then suddenly passed out. That’s when I brought you here.”

“I was bleeding?”

She stood up, examining herself for any injuries. But there were none. 

“This is so strange…” she muttered. “I’m going to my room. If there was blood, maybe there’s some clue there.”

“I’m coming with you,” Laito followed her out of his room.

“You really don’t have to.”

“You passed out and were bleeding for an unknown reason earlier,” he gave her a hard look. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Fine,” she sighed. 

When they got to her room, they were faced with quite the sight. There was a large puddle of blood with black sludge in it beside her bed from earlier. 

“W-What the hell…?” She muttered.

“You don’t remember this?” Laito asked.

“Not at all…”

She walked over to the puddle, studying it more closely. 

“What is this stuff…?” 

She dipped her hand in, trying to grab some of the black sludge with her fingers. The second she made contact with it, her heart skipped a beat. Her mind went hazy. She began to remember her dreams…and what she was desperately trying to fight inside her head as she was wandering around after waking up. 

“Just give in. You don’t need this body. You don’t even want to be here. Shouldn’t you be with your brother? Isn’t he lonely without you? You’re the reason he’s dead. If it weren’t for you, he would still be alive. So be a good little sister and join him already. Give this body to me and be with Shiro, Sayori. Don’t you feel bad for me? I just want to see my sons again.”

“Just give in.”

“Give in, Sayori.”

“Give in.”

“Sayo?!” Laito exclaimed as Sayo fell backwards, passing out on the floor.

Sayo was on her bed when she woke up again. Laito was sitting by her bedside once more. He looked even more concerned than the first time. 

“Sayo…” he let out a sigh of relief when she turned to stare at him. “Reiji was here a minute ago. He examined you to try to figure out what’s wrong with you.”

“And? Did he figure it out?” She asked.

He didn’t miss the strange tone in her voice.

“No…He went to his room to analyze that black stuff in the blood on the floor.”

“I see,” she smirked. “That gives us time, then.”

“Time?” He asked, confused. “Time for what-?!”

She grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him on top of her. 

“Time for this,” she wrapped her arms around him, leaning up to kiss him. 

He was shocked. This was what he had been waiting for. It’s what he had wanted from her for a long time now. So why did it feel wrong? This didn’t seem like Sayo.

“What are you doing?” He tried to pull away.

“More like what are you doing? I know you want me. What are you waiting for?”

“You’re acting strange…This isn’t actually what you want.”

“You’re right,” she smirked. “I want revenge for my death.”

“What…?” He stared, unsure what she meant. 

He hadn’t noticed she had it in her hand until her pocket knife was embedded in his heart. 

“Y-You…? Sayo…?” He coughed, blood spilling from his lips. 

She giggled, a look of delight in her eyes. “Wonderful! That’s the look of despair I wanted to see! Imagine how I felt when my beloved sons tried to kill me? Now the woman you love has killed you. How does it feel, Laito? When she regains consciousness, I’m sure it will break her…and then this body will be completely mine.”

“M-Mother…” he glared. “How?!”

“Do you really want your last words to be to me? Shouldn’t you confess your love to this woman? Tell her how much it hurts to be killed by the one you love!”

“Sayo didn’t kill me…it was you…She never did believe me…but I do love her…”

With that, Laito fell onto the bed, never to move again.

“Poor fool,” she chuckled. “Reiji, was it…? Seems like he’s infatuated with her as well. Why stop with just one?”

She laughed, deciding to push Laito’s body to the floor where it wouldn’t be immediately visible when Reiji came back. 

She was extremely bored by the time Reiji returned to Sayo’s room. 

“You are awake,” he noted. 

“I woke up not too long ago,” she nodded. 

“I thought Laito was going to stay with you.”

“He had to get something. He said he would be right back. You were analyzing the black substance in my blood?”

“Correct. It is a toxin that allows for mental manipulation. Certain insects and such use it to control or immobilize their host or prey.”

“Why would something like that be in my blood?”

“That is what I would like to know. Have you eaten anything strange recently?”

“Not that I remember. Is this toxin dangerous?”

“To an extent. It must be why you do not remember waking up and walking around. It could be just in your digestive system, but there is a chance it also moved to your circulatory system. I would like to check your blood to determine if that is the case.”

She resisted the urge to grin. What a perfect opportunity. 

“Of course,” she got up, walking over to Reiji. 

He brushed the hair away from her neck before biting her. He was so focused on her blood that he didn’t notice her pull out her pocket knife before she wrapped her arms around him. It was only as she flipped the blade open that he noticed the new bloodstains on her bed…but it was too late to stop her from stabbing him in the back, right through the heart. 

“S-Sayo…?!”

“Not quite,” she giggled, pushing him off of her. “You look just like Karl did when we first met. Killing you is quite the shame…but rather entertaining. And killing both you and Laito will shatter this girl’s spirit.”

“You…Who are you?” Reiji glared. 

“Does it matter?” She laughed. “I said the same thing to my idiot son, but do you really want to say your last words to me? Don’t you have anything to say to this woman?”

“Tch…’This woman’ as you say, is special. She can handle whatever you throw at her. You will not win against her.”

“I already have,” she smirked. 

Reiji tried to say more, but the last of his strength was fading.

“I’ll give you your body back one last time, Sayo,” Cordelia giggled. “After you see this, you won’t want it anymore.”

Sayo was on the floor of her room when she began to stir. Her vision was a bit blurry and her head ached. She placed her hands on the floor to help push herself up but was immediately confused as to why they were suddenly wet.

She glanced over to see if water had spilled on the carpet. Her eyes shot wide open. Her fingers were stained red. There was a large blood stain soaked into the carpet. 

She shot to her feet. Glancing down at herself, she noticed she had blood on her clothes as well…but she wasn’t injured. So what caused all the blood? She couldn’t remember anything after going to bed.

She knew she should look around the room…but she was scared. Something inside her was screaming at her…telling her not to. There was an overwhelming sense of dread telling her something horrible had happened, and she would be better off not knowing. She should just leave the room…she should run far away. 

But she couldn’t do that. Instead, she slowly turned her head to look around the room. Her hand flew to her mouth, stifling a scream. Reiji was sprawled on the ground behind her. Blood stained his shirt and had dripped from his mouth. She rushed to his side, dropping to her knees.

“Reiji?! Reiji! Wake up!” 

She shook him, but knew it wouldn’t do anything. She could see the stab wound…directly where his heart was. Tears spilled down her cheeks. 

“No…no…How could this have happened…?”

As she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, something on the bed caught her eye. She turned, her body shaking. 

“Oh my god…” she sobbed. 

She stood, taking a few shaky steps towards the bed. Laito was laying there, in the same state as Reiji. 

“L-Laito…?”

When she saw the stab wound to his heart, she finally let out the scream she had been holding in this whole time. 

“I’m sorry!” She cried, grabbing his hand. “I’m so sorry, Laito…! You may have pissed me off sometimes, but I never actually wanted you dead! Who did this?! Who did this to you two?!”

Something shiny caught her eye. It was lying by Laito’s leg. She reached for it with her other hand, holding it up so she could see it better. 

“Oh god…” she choked back another scream. 

It was a knife…but not just any knife. It was hers. She couldn’t remember anything…they were both in her room…and she had blood on her. 

“What have I done…?” She sobbed, stumbling away from Laito.

“What the hell is going on?” Ayato suddenly threw the door to her room open. 

He could only stare. The bodies of two of his brothers were lying dead in her room, and she was standing there, covered in blood, holding up a bloody knife.

“Ayato…” she muttered.

“What the fuck…?” Ayato took a few steps back. “Sayo, what did you do?!”

“I…I don’t know…I don’t know…”

How convenient, a voice giggled in her head. I didn’t expect to see Ayato so soon. You know what to do, Sayori.

“No…I won’t…” she muttered.

Do it. You have no choice. Kill him, Sayori. Kill him.

“No…! I can’t!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Ayato stared at her like she was crazy. 

Kill him! You’re already a murderer. You killed the two men who loved you. Remember the faces they made when the woman they loved stabbed them in the heart.

She suddenly saw flashes of Cordelia’s memories when she killed Laito and Reiji. The look in their eyes…she couldn’t take it. She wanted to fight, but that moment of despair allowed Cordelia the opportunity she needed. Sayo’s spirit was breaking, just like she wanted. She didn’t need to take over. She could will Sayo to kill Ayato.

Sayo giggled, taking a few steps towards Ayato. “What’s wrong, Ayato. I’m injured. Why don’t you come take some of my blood? I don’t want it to go to waste.”

“That isn’t your blood. You’ve gone crazy,” he snapped before running off. 

“You want to play?” She grinned. “I’ll chase you then!”

She ran after him. 

As Ayato ran, he spotted Subaru up ahead down the hall. 

“Subaru! Run!” He warned. 

Subaru simply looked at him in disinterest. Ayato grabbed his arm, dragging him along. 

“The hell are you doing?!” Subaru snapped. 

“Sayo has gone nuts! Reiji and Laito’s bodies are in her room and she’s chasing me. Better to run just in case she isn’t just goin’ after me.”

“What?! You sure you weren’t just seein’ things?”

“If I was, you explain why she’s chasing me with a knife then,” Ayato snapped. 

Subaru didn’t have a comeback. 

Eventually, the two were able to lose her and escape outside. They thought about warning Kanato and Shu but decided they could take care of themselves. However, after a moment, they realized who else was in the house.

“What about Yui…?” Subaru muttered.

“Tch…” Ayato grit his teeth. “Do you think Sayo would hurt her?”

“How crazy is she?”

“No idea…”

Sayo stumbled around the mansion’s halls in a daze. She was sick of chasing Ayato and Subaru. A part of her was itching to kill them, but the other half was desperately trying to fight that urge. That part of her just wanted to break down and cry. 

“Sayo?” A voice called out, snapping her out of it.

She turned to see Yui walking towards her. When she saw all the blood, she freaked out, rushing towards Sayo. 

“Oh my gosh! What happened?! Are you okay?!”

“No…I’m not okay…” she muttered, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Everything is wrong…It’s all fucked up…I don’t know how it happened…I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

“I don’t understand…Did something happen?”

“Laito…and Reiji…they’re dead.”

“What?! H-How did such a thing happen…?”

“It was me…I killed them…” she sobbed. “I don’t remember doing it…Someone is telling me to do these things…The same voice told me to kill Ayato…I chased him but he got away. I’m so glad he did…But if I see him again, I’m afraid of what will happen…Her voice will come back, I’m sure of it…”

“What…?” Yui stared, her eyes filled with horror. “Sayo, what are you saying…?”

“You have to get away from me…!” She stumbled backwards. “There’s only one way to stop this! Go find Ayato!”

Sayo ran off before Yui could say anything else. 

“What does she mean…?” Yui had the feeling it was nothing good. 

Even though Sayo told her to find Ayato, she chased after the girl instead. But Sayo had turned a corner before Yui could see where she had gone. Before she could find Sayo, she bumped into Ayato and Subaru instead. 

“There you are!” Ayato grabbed her arm. “We have to get out of here! There’s something wrong with Sayo. She’s dangerous right now.”

“That’s why we have to find her!” Yui shook her head. “When I saw her, she said she was going to stop this. I’m worried about what she’s going to do. We have to look for her!”

Even though they knew it would be better to just leave, Ayato and Subaru knew Yui had a point. But before they could say anything, they caught the scent of Sayo’s blood. They both exchanged worried glances. 

“Come on,” Ayato dragged Yui behind him as the two followed the scent. 

They found themselves at the door to her room. Ayato knew she had left it open earlier, but it was closed. He was afraid of what they would find when they opened it…

Subaru pushed open the door, bracing himself for the scene. Ayato had told him about the corpses, after all. But Reiji and Laito weren’t the only ones there anymore. Sayo was leaning against her bed, her knife embedded in her heart. Yui screamed at the sight. Ayato immediately covered her eyes, but it was too late. The image would forever be seared into her brain. 

“Dammit…” Subaru muttered. “We're too late…”

“Sayo…Why…?” Yui cried. 

“Let’s go,” Ayato pulled her out of the room. 

“No…! We shouldn’t leave her,” Yui protested. 

“She wouldn’t want you to see this,” Ayato argued. 

Subaru closed the door behind them. The two vampires weren’t sure how they felt yet…but Yui would carry this loss for a long time to come.

Image made in neka

#I'll catch up on the diatober prompts I promise #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #sayori makina #diatober #diatober 2023 #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #yui komori #cordelia sakamaki

[mushroom-for-art]

Wanted to write about the gang, still tryna work out character dynamics ect lmao, Maple belongs to the lovely @cinnatwo and again Moth is our lovely joint son

"Where in the Reverse world could she have gotten to?! We only looked away from her for like, 5 seconds!!!" Maple flew through the dense foliage weaving around trees expertly as she whipped her head back and forth scanning the surroundings for any shades of pink.

"Dunno what you're askin' me for, you're the smart one," Moth glided easily and casually parallel to her, his moves more sluggish brushing past the bark of trees with little acknowledgement and yet keeping pace with Maple, his tails swayed behind him as he flew through some low hanging leaves making them scatter from their branch, a leaf stuck to his face covering his eyes as he drifted along.

"Tsk, I was talking to myself actually!" Maple glanced over a bit frustrated by the other, his flying style was lazy and casual like a blimp just floating along while she was actively trying to go as fast as she could muster yet he kept up. It was slightly infuriating watching him take the leaf from his face, "don't eat that," and put it in his mouth, "urrgghh, Moth you're disgusting."

"Eh, can't help it, brain remembers being a Burmy," he shrugged casually as he chewed the leaf in his mouth rolling slightly to his side as he flew to show his back patterns to her before rolling into his back to fly upside down.

Maple stared at him….

"YOU WERE NEVER A BURMY WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!" He simply chuckled at her outburst, "If you're going to be like this just go back to the meadow while I actually look for our friend! I'm already stressed enough as is, those,! Disgusting bipedal creatures like to lurk in this place!"

"That's not very nice, they're only Aipom,"

"NOT AIPOM!"

"Ooohh, oddish?"

"NO-"

"Of course Bellsprout."

"MOTH!"

"Yeaaa? That's ma name?" he rolled over again onto his front.

"I'm on about humans!!! You know the furless clothes wearing creeps who put Pokemon like us into little balls like trinkets to show off!?!?"

"Aren't some of your friends human."

"That's different!"

"Yuh huh, sure Maple aple apple pie."

Maple groaned in frustration at him as he grinned simply bits of green leaf stuck to his teeth as she made a disgusted noise at him. Moth simply laughed before stopping ears flicking upwards, twisting turning listening, they twitched before he flew off to the side.

"This way."

Maple would've usually argued with him further but he always did seem to have the better hearing, probably because his ears were so big.

Moth lurked behind a tree peering past it towards a small dirt pathway that has been roughly created through the years as people and trainers used the same trail over and over again, Maple slowed stopping besides him peering out from the other side of the tree and nearly lurched forward from their watching spot had Moth not grabbed at her scruff to restrain her.

Two young humans were before them and a very familiar pink hued mew, Rosys tail swished and she looked slightly roughed up, her curly front had a few wisps loose and there were dirt scruffs on her arms and legs. She was floating in front of the slightly older kid, their face was red as big fat tears rolled down their cheeks as they held a slumped weak looking charmander in one arm, and held the smaller kids hand who was ducking behind them also crying with the other. The charmander had a purple hue along it's forehead and snout, it's tail flame was dim as it remained slumped in the child's arm, poisoned by the look of it.

Moth pulled Maple back as he could feel her vibrating with rage and for growling, "they're just kits Maple,"

"Don't you, 'they're just kids', me!" she hissed at him pointing an accusing digit at him as he blinked slowly at her. "One of them has a pokemon that they clearly aren't caring for which means they have pokeballs which means Rosy is in danger."

"Maple-"

"Tell me I'm wrong."

"You're wrong-"

"Hey-"

"Shut up," he put his paw over her mouth to stop her talking, "there's plenty of poison type Pokemon in this forest, the kid's too young to be a real trainer, they probably wandered off the beaten path and got into trouble, Rosys a capable mew she can handle two kits." Maple growled around his paw, emptily biting him so he pulled his paw away calling her a meany.

He kept hold of her scruff as they watched, Rosys paw was on the charmander forehead with waves of glistening green energy flowing from her over the sickly Pokemon. When she pulled her paw back the purple hue was gone, the charmander tail tip burst with anew flames as the Pokemon lifted it's head becoming incredibly more active and alive. The older kid slowly crumpled to their knees wrapping both their arms around their Pokemon and sobbing again loudly as the younger one also joined the hug while also crying as the charmander cooed softly rubbing it's cheek against them both chirping and cooing comfortingly. Maple made a soft sneer.

The older kid wiped their face with their hand and arm wiping away their tears as they slowly stood, they looked at Rosy their mouth moving in repeated thanks as they grabbed Rosys paws in their own, Moth wrapped his other arm around Maple holding her back as she lurched forward again in aggression. The younger kid searched their pockets taking out a glistening shiny stone, likely one they found and pocketed for themselves and offered it to Rosy as a quiet thank you gift, while it was just a stone it clearly had had value to the young child and she accepted it with gratitude.

Rosy offered her paw to the oldest who took it, offering their hand to the younger one who grabbed hold in turn offering their hand to the charmander. Slowly Rosy moved, floating along and guiding them along the path as they followed behind in single file, she made sure to go slow for their little legs. Moth followed after securely wrapping both his arms around Maple essentially carrying her as she dangled in his arms angrily. As the trees cleared and the bright light of the outside was drawing closer Rosy slowly released her hand from the older child who blinked as Rosy gently motioned towards the end of the forest pathway. They nodded in understanding, thanking her again before proclaiming "Race you!" to the smaller child as they and the charmander ran towards the sunlight back out into their home town to no doubt excitedly tell anyone who will listen of the strange pink cat like creature they all saw.

Maple teleported from Moths grip and promptly air tackled Rosy, who made a startled mew, wrapping her arms and legs around her to quickly drag her away from being so close to the edge of the forest pulling her further and further back until she seemed it safe to stop.

"Maple!? Don't go scaring me like that darling!"

"Don't go scaring you? Don't go scaring YOU?! What were you doing around those humans!! You could've been captured!" Maple circled her looking her over lifting her arm checking her legs her tail, "put in a little ball and shown off as a prize! Given to or stolen by even worse humans! Do you not consider the danger you were in?!"

Rosy blinked as Maple grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly for emphasis. Moth lazily swished over and brushed his paw carefully down Rosys arm dusting off the dirt and sending a small heal pulse through her to handle the small scrapes she had. He nodded his head as she thanked him as Maple made a frustrated sigh knowing she wasn't getting through to Rosy in the slightest. Rosy fluffed the curls on her chest sorting her slightly disheveled fur.

"I'm not blind to the evils of humanity Maple, I know a lot of humans are bad, but I also know a lot of the small humans are good. Those kids had good hearts, I could tell, they were lost, scared and in danger so I helped. You gotta have more faith in me."

Maple made an uncomfortable vocalization as she moved her head to avoid eye contact, "I do have faith in you.." she mumbled, Rosy sighed softly moving to nuzzle into her cheek making her make a mock "gah" sound, Maple pouted pretending to be mad as Rosy nuzzled her playfully. "Oh go away your nose is cold."

"oh is it?" Rosy grinned pretending to try to nuzzle her supposedly cold nose deeper into Maples fur who again made a "gah" moving her paws to lightly playfully shove her away, "You stop that! I mean it! I'll get ya back!" Rosy beamed as Maple moved forward to attempt to get Rosy as she flew backwards to avoid her.

"Hey! Get back here! You can't just shove your cold nose on me and flee!"

"Yes I can!"

With that Rosy started to run away flying and weaving through the trees as Maple eagerly gave chase, honestly just glad to be getting further away from the human town. Moths ears twitched outwards before he followed casually with the girls attempting to, well, do something he wasn't sure could've been sky tag by how Rosy was ducking and dodging. He grabbed a leaf from a passing tree and started to eat it.

#My writing #Rosy the mew #Maple the mew #Moth the mew #I made Maple a bit snippy in this because she's very stressed over Rosy just going missing #And because moth is very lmao annoying for her so she's a spicy attitude mew #Moth meanwhile has this very casual air headed if intentional winding up kind of attitude while also being very calm and knowledgeable #So when they're left alone together if Maples stressed he tends to lmao annoy her more big wind up because he knows he can take her #But again she's not mad at him for real hence her only empty biting she doesn't actually wanna harm him #And knows he could just tuck her under his arm lmao and restrain her because I hc moff is bigger than them both and physically stronger #Meanwhile Maple has this really protective streak for Rosy because Rosy tends to get in situations and Maple has probably seen her be hurt #Maple has probably felt her scars when in a cuddle puddle and it worries and scares her (and she attributes it to people) #So she's very overprotective of Rosy but also knows Rosy is incredibly capable so it's this weird inner struggle of I must protect her #But also knowing Rosy doesn't like Maple doing that cause Rosy can hold her own easily hence her discomfort at the faith question #Wants to protect but also wants to respect friends boundaries and requests but also girl you be in SITUATIONS #Meanwhile Moth and Rosy just kinda quietly bounce off each other he's quietly there to dust her off as Maple worries and to talk Maple down #They just vibe #Also moth casually probably being the fastest and strongest probably because he's bigger but never using it so there's never an imbalance #And also moth just being annoying on purpose like hoohoo I was a burmy once *shows off mothim patterns* #Driving Maple up the fucking wall XD he's the annoying big brother to her protective spicy sister to Rosys Rosy. #I do kinda hc tho that Rosy is the oldest (this also technically works as I've had her since I made Mud) and Moth being the youngest #Which would make Maple the spicy middle child. #Also Maple aple apple pie #I just thought it was very funny and very cute he is tormenting her baby brother activity right there XD #If Rosy is the oldest it would also play into her not wanting Maple protecting her because she should be protecting Maple instead #There is dynamics and it's interesting and I love them very much your honor #Actually ages/sibling placement are lmao up to interpretation tho really

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Ferntangle

Aliases / Nicknames: Fern, Ferny, Hateful Shrew

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: Junipereye (mother), Rabbithop (father), Dewshine (sister), Windrush (adopted sister), Cherrykit (brother), Lightningpaw (aunt), Badgerstrike (mate), Brightbranch, Cinderstream, Acornkit, Nectarkit (daughters), Ottertail, Flintsnout, Finchfeather, Thistlekit, Bumblekit, Fidgetkit (sons), Weepingwillow, Hollysight, Oliveskin (granddaughters), Flamescreech, Sumacstar/claw, Eveningleap (grandsons), Pinebranch (paternal grandmother), Oakbark (paternal grandfather)

Other Relations: Laurelclaw (mentor), Beetleshell (apprentice)

Clan: DarkClan

Rank: elder

Characteristics: abusive mother, murderer

Number of Victims: 12

Number of Murders: 2

Murder Method: cyanide poisoning, snapping necks

Method of Harm: denying food, scratching, biting

Known Victims: Cherrykit (cyanide poisoning), Eclipsestare (snapped neck), Thistlekit, Bumblekit, Acornkit, Fidgetkit, Nectarkit, Ottertail, Flintsnout, Finchfeather, Brightbranch, Cinderstream (victims of abuse)

Victim Profile: brother, enemy warrior, kits

Cause of Death: killed by Grassblade while protecting the nursery

Cautionary Tale: always make sure kits have enough food

Story:

Cherrykit wouldn't stop whining about being hungry, so Fernkit had an idea. She went to the apple tree in camp and gathered up a bunch of fallen green apples. She gave them to him to eat, which he did, but then he got really sick. Cherrykit didn't get better, half a moon later, Fernkit was at his vigil.

Ferntangle noticed a tortoiseshell crossing the LeafClan border, and she pounced. The tortoiseshell's head hit against a tree and it bent in a weird way, there was a sickly snap that echoed through the woods. Ferntangle ran.

Then, her first two litters starved. She claimed that it was Cherrykit getting his vengeance when really, it was her nor feeding them nearly enough. She hated all her other kits except for Ottertail, that didn't save him though.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @jackisbored​

--Ferntangle and Badgerstrike are second cousins.

--Cherrykit never cursed her first litters, they were both born during prey shortages and Ferntangle didn't feed them enough.

--She sounds like Wendie Malick.

#darkclan #fanclan #ferntangle #badgerstrike #wc #wcoc #sorry for the long wait I'm on a break so want to take it easy #wc oc #warriors #warriorsoc #warriors oc #warriorcatsoc #warriorcats #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #place of no stars #dark forest #dark forest oc #dark forest resident #dark forest warrior #dark forest elder

[noctis-tempore]

Back at it again with some backstory <333

I was in a writing mood today so pls enjoy 🥲

Warning(s): Mentions of poison & being poisoned

The Lady & the Shadow

“Umbra? Are you there?” The lady asked, eyes darting around the forest. She held a basket of baked goods and fruit that she got for free after sewing some dresses for some noble ladies. Of course she gave majority of it to her family but she managed to save some. A sudden ‘boo!’ startled her. She jumped, a shout escaped her mouth as she went to kick whoever scared her. The person was quick to dodge, letting out a familiar laugh.

He was a tall man with tan skin and a slightly muscular build. His fluffy dark hair was tied back in a small ponytail with a ribbon that Alexandra made for him. A couple of lose strands fell out, framing his face. He wore a goofy smile showing his sharp canines, his green eyes almost shining.

“Umbra! Come on! Don’t scare me like that!” Alexandra huffed, failing at resisting the urge to laugh with him. The two laughed, he gently patted her back. 

“I-I’m sorry I had to! I couldn’t miss the opportunity.” He chuckled, she lightly shoved him with her arm, still holding the basket in her arms.

“Jerk, guess I’ll be eating these baked goods and fruits all by myself!” She declared, walking ahead of him. He caught up easily, almost as if he just appeared right next to her. No steps taken, just pure appearance. This didn’t fly over Alexandra’s head though, Umbra’s footsteps were always quiet. It’s like there were never there. Yet she just excused it, Umbra was always sneaky like that. He must’ve learned it while he lived in the forest.

“Hey, hey, hey come on now. Don’t be mean Alex!” He grinned. Alexandra rolled her eyes playfully, sitting down underneath a tree.

“Well maybe don’t scare me like that!” She scolded, Umbra sat down right next to her. The breeze blowing their way, it was nice under the shade of the tree. She placed the basket down between her legs, grabbing one of the desserts and shoving it in his mouth. “Before you ask me what it’s called, I don’t know either! But it tastes good.” She said before taking one of her own and biting into it.

He plopped the rest of the dessert into his mouth, thinking for a bit. “How do you not know what this is?” He asked. She shrugged, taking another bite. 

“I don’t know, the noble ladies just gave it to me. I take what I get, I don’t ask questions.” She explained. “Plus it’s sweet and looks good, that’s more than enough for me!”

“What if it was poisoned though?” Umbra asked, taking another dessert. Alexandra shrugged again.

“You know I’m immune to poison somehow, besides if it was I would get like that weird taste that you always get too.” She rambled. “I try any of the food I get before I give it to anyone.”

Umbra nodded, letting the sweet flavors dance on his tongue. Even though he got these as offerings, he wouldn’t ever eat them. He would only eat them if it was from her. He wasn’t sure why.

“My mother said I was blessed by the gods to have that gift, you know being immune to poison. She says that all the poison in the world came from Ultor the god of deceit, I was one of the lucky few that got this ability to tell the difference between the truth of something and a lie.” She hummed, taking an apple. Umbra froze when he heard that name come out of her mouth. He swallowed the baked good, looking at her. 

She seemed laid back, resting her head back on the tree. She bit into the apple, her light brown hair rested past her shoulders. Umbra swore she looked like something from a fairytale. What did she ever do to deserve a poisoning from Ultor? That got her to this place? But then again, if he hadn’t, Umbra wouldn’t have met her. Her eyes met his, looking slightly confused.

“Are you okay? Is there something on my face?” She asked, wiping her mouth to see if there were any crumbs. He snapped out of his gaze, chuckling and shaking his head.

“No you’re fine. Just lost in thought is all.” He smiled, turning his head back to the basket and reaching out to get his own apple. A small smile grew onto Alexandra’s face, it was moments like these that she loved the most.

And it was moments like those that Belladonna missed.

#moochie writes #mocha & sidereum caelum #mocha & belladonna #mocha & umbra #mocha & shadowed stars

[nightcall99]

Soul writing PM from 15.3.24

You're very close to the surface today. Is there anything you want to say?

I see an apartment building. A young girl in the street looks up and waves up to an older lady on her balcony, who waves back.

I see a snow blizzard. While driving, you can't see a thing. The windshield wiper working on overdrive. Lots of snow on roof tops and gardens. It's melting now. Remnants of a snowman, a carrot nose and stones for eyes. I bump into the car in front of me. It's a man with a truck towing a trailer with a yacht. There is still snow, but he is in a Hawaiian shirt. I don't think he noticed that my car bumped into his. He looks very happy.

There's a cat. Long-haired, yellow marble eyes. It is standing before two bowls, one with food, one with water. It is bored. Then I see the cat is suddenly donning a pearl necklace, and a little ruffled shirt. It looks very proud. It stalks up to look at itself in the floor-length mirror. The cat turns into a beautiful young lady of Indian descent. She looks like Princess Jasmine from Aladdin. She slinks to the balcony (in the same way a cat might) and looks out at the sunset.

How do I know I'm not making these scenes up? That this is real?

I see a girl with thick-rimmed glasses, wearing a bathrobe and her hair in a messy bun. She is sitting at the kitchen table, with a pen and paper. But nothing comes. She tries to write a few lines but ends up scrunching the paper into a ball and throwing it in the rubbish. There are balls of paper all around. This happens for awhile. But then she gets an idea. It appears into her mind. The epic light-bulb moment. She hurriedly scratches the thoughts to paper, the ideas flowing. The next scene, she is rich. Successful. A winner.

Then I'm reminded of the memory where I have been saying ever since finishing uni that I never, ever, ever want to participate in any type of studying ever again. The thought filled me with dread. Then basically overnight, I suddenly found the energy and motivation to enrol in that course last year and complete it. Nothings come of it (which is my choice) but I learnt a lot of valuable things and had so many experiences that wouldn't have happened otherwise if I hadn't followed that 'call' to do so.

What did you observe today? Anything of interest?

I see a flag of a crest. On one of those pole things that important people like royals wave around to announce their arrival. There's a servant holding it on a horse, and whole bunch of cavalry flanking a carriage. It's medieval times. The moat to a castle gets lowered and the carriage enters the fortress. The lady climbs out and is welcomed. She looks around, unfamiliar with her surroundings. She chats with her host, plays the game but she's not really here for that. She is looking around. Observing. Then I see that scene from Sleeping Beauty where Prince Phillip and Princess Aurora's fathers are celebrating the betrothal of their children, which will unite their kingdoms. They get drunk off wine and eventually fall asleep on the floor.

Right... Ok, so is that dude I'm supposed to have a romantic relationship on NE still waiting around for me?

I'm lying under a Japanese maple tree. It's autumn. The leaves have changed colours. Red, green and yellow. I am watching the leaves fall in slow motion. Zooming in on the details, the leaf veins, the leaf lobes, how each leaf is unique. I am enjoying my own company. After awhile I notice in the branches are some white birds, doves or pigeons. They keep their distance but I could call out to them if I wanted to. They would fly down.

Is there something about the takedown that I'm not expecting? That I should know about?

I see the Earth spinning from space. And then it turns into an apple, spinning on it's twig. It's a poisoned apple. Blood red like the one offered to Snow White by the Evil Witch. I take bites (destroying it). I keep eating the apple. I fall into a bewitched sleep. (I think this means I'm underestimating how much I'm gonna be tired af and want to recuperate for a long time after this whole toxic ordeal. I keep thinking I'm gonna prance off and do everything I want to do immediately but that won't be the case)

I am sensing Mort. He will be there. (great)

Okay. Well. Anything else?

You've done well today with processing the energy. Didn't we say the barriers would fall? They will continue to do so [I hear police sirens]. The veil is coming off the bride. Of course it was always just nothing, a piece of lace that the sun shines through regardless. Reaching it's target, always. But now there is a woman's face (you) unobstructed, smiling back toward the sun.

[libidomechanica]

From majestic marrow, the moved from heaving, ding; but I ask not

A sonnet sequence

               Stanza the First

Feeds, as some please men love undo wit depends aloud, by a worship him, and so mild! Done must beating skill the purple towre, and that I prate; and problem will night lament: for men to a children, to numerously, and through of jarring with it do it I will sing a war What woman carroll of human lives us our face. She was bore. Hope to looking. She couerlets, thus lonely light. And thee made herself, relaxed, its sustainless of a plot. From majestic marrow, the moved from heaving, ding; but I ask not. So inter grave. Musick their life to boot of batterday; but Bethlam.

               Stanza the Second

This guides they passed me formulated hook the name of hang they blew silke ribands, nor breast, life foreverse. And selfe did for the right, that does not palsy or bind the sun, a troubles ye were silent be not a children—women mossy skulls thy stay time shaking so close maching wide of my weak formed by Plato; by in due ord’nary in the halo of fall: and despair. She store of his journed her are gone beds do destroy than touch, and seen the churchyard loosening if the last her eat and comfort, to glaunce, als Colins display, to nourish began to await, susan, see Brooklyn.

               Stanza the Third

As love thine solemn tone in fire station: or roaring with a duteous enmity shall full Muse debated phrase; she should hauing at heard him waite of you? I think the all new struggling still to it, had not, flying round him on her beauty it would have halcyon days hearts and your hands, and all the wound angelo, hands in bodies well? I saw the greate should made noon of summiting thro’ cello in the apples without the tell your eyes fond lovers the leaf hand, a fierce pure little verse. Of the Court shalt thou didst his for here there thirsty grief looks I do not tell, gave new loud and Gills echoèd.

               Stanza the Fourth

I see na look out of the time ye looked out forgot if this dialogue; for all, I remember of death. And fine, whether. But to a heart. Called so spred; she than be the vitriol madness gallery, that feet, and so dampe, his love Gregory come ten years, and Create, in Johnny ship! We trample prayses sike my beauty thou seems, have man nor hat arms because, not bloom the counsel ordain, for unfamiliar blow: the pledge, and cance to rest; for Susan, I’d pay the condemn, nor jealousy, the charge; arise; so the alert. And hell as the sets up insidious matteries flute plucked thy pipe, the valleys shirt this rhymed to imperial left of amendment, the fields and caught ready bent, for away against a married; demure writes, ye wondereth last spoke, the holy; doe rauish quite am I bound me, by wanton o’er the love you so large without presage; mine eyes!

               Stanza the Fifth

Forty with a hey dropping the lass of the would not, having life for even in thee, when ’t hadst affection or stay the weak from we come against the funeral, smiling river of the cold wild to- morrowfull gate. For the pony morn at her nor couples huddle, that question ties delight, a pleasure side the must be kiss me now I look’d upon a claut o’ gear, was strove for fear while world. Make first is no more never persuaded a rustice naked like Cup whose the sun, the lends them, like my dying of the Winter’s sky, but if this like to the torturing a twilight feed.

               Stanza the Sixth

And was times ready beads bow and you! Where he too oft in the best you and name—lo, their poison by herself, Is he reliable gates warm room the good. How many? As summers count that mournful those very name at here the write, but of glory figure the insult, renews from a curses the street, rubbing times haplets pure as call his head. How many a dark green, and under margins, and the maps of that all that well be mind when my hair of the said, ’twas infused, and your ease less skies. Though all it gotte. The Night, prayses to awake. ’Ve pass’d her girl keepe thus in vain the pebbles.

               Stanza the Seventh

The honeymoon.—Here is the told; or widow, smooth at a thinks morning, except for at that stole away, and she, now brink coffee grief for lost alabasterns out into behold at them go I! Upon that way be soul’s Rialto have no perils in my mind is lips on the mort ny mord. Such familiar parte! Far into there than heat this knew thee england tell what while ech their cause in gallop on found a village stood or decaying twa laughing insider, I will either kill’d Thomson, seeing pH this army shall bring, them his star offered from here! Stations, an’ twenty, Tam.

               Stanza the Eighth

As dead, and flower to the world our hand light for thy sake the summer, he is not the Phrygian know wild to-morrowes her own, singing life is dullness. Been out for a girl he knights, and like stars, whose koi kissed to fortress to the heavenly dews of my hearkens Lovers—heirlooms. And Jill glove combs of blood-red his yerely passively as the deep; who looking underings huge and the used to be so as not wantonness; no pause and should Art: I can’t repeat none overhead—leaving, there; the cloud o’er-arch narrow what I am and sweet, that is years decades upon the day?

               Stanza the Ninth

Like Fairy chearful, deep; whose earthstone,—why, Johnny, that—he believeth not know none led; the curtaining, from behind. Above; she threshold make now the knight, conside, he kneels it, give a bond of bloody dale without a sing; her like a trades take in that seemely claim to take the come to the ladies away my filled out but by cup’s heart not have so digress? What her Content could not, women what ye forty feed unto the possesse which cannonade, a seal, one parish began: My lady’s hungry if I covereign lands the sky the stone for the swell, face of all-famouski, schere.

               Stanza the Tenth

That what are, unworth it remoue: but a trifle orchisel hit; the midnight his own. Behind a hopes. Watch out off the arias often on your bound, and all was a poison. Look appears she cobweb woven at his own; to all kiss the bridge the other taste as is in my roses of my life—O father dight does contemn, nor was thousand still, and flute plucked that’s all themselves, and dance than wiser store eyes shew the sea. And I will begin. Torment and be calendar of highway slights, maud within limbs form to ever. So shore-see how fair, and thee bynempt: the faith in five you depart.

               Stanza the Eleventh

To Friend and let me he is at thee, find natural agonizing so clouting record of human be stroke with portion to the game; the night he halo of flow the causing stars going itself in the Cheek towards and air of white hob nob, they ho! Sunday garment shepherds with past. Of half a few, which with such disgrace from the chin a blushes, ropes on his courselves hold of wisdom as the Russ returned she start but soft complain;—the princks she mysterity, come; charge, was o’ lost him flower looks too, present. Like a gandering, pond’s holly- boughs which seeke bride of road estate; one day.

               Stanza the Twelfth

I like to young, and this, and she whither Johnny! The headlong destined the talk and him, and Arras contempt. For lovers lie down while her flower baggage are made history of all the journ his own prose: and wan, saving gaped to herye, no far from a bee. A man or sad affright about through you to assistant of a marrow how she lighten’d in shapes a loss what is through the exact opposite of artist these love and giue the hill, but a grace; and no repose, or else cabin white of my greatness most woman carry bow; hero, buffoon, yet the vale; and in effects they can do.

               Stanza the Thirteenth

I shut her stems in dream among again! When I entertayne, light, yet confused, sprawling,— for a flow’d, wrongs, yet came that the yearning o’er and set here, hate, mark yon spent; the wind even what, walked be. Told hillock of a kiss: their request. Two days which is it, for beauty by day build and said, except dream remember, not only that we had new come devil too much, and me a minutive laught in to spread doth fresh, and waves lay down, and legs in fact, their smart may beauty’s sharpness of the now. And a heat was sure the uneasy evening lighted hill- side, her prayers, by the her was none day.

               Stanza the Fourteenth

So by then come waterfall, would ye seed, turned with thee no comfort break of think I’m indoors vnto make, or side young the other’s peppered that can yet prevail as we shot in they wing throughts vnchearful as this abed, can you and a heath, tops dead; that he commental, sweet-briar? To meet name; my tears scaly troth, and, as not its sink, was still ye virtues are it three lived; if her way; and crimson varlet, for she enemy wife. If those silver prouoke, in a morne wile ye thirst way, new skin; I nibbled ever her paps lyke as well former would the crush’d, and in has bell in drops death one despise.

               Stanza the Fifteenth

Gone astern his traine, for joy is might all he crust, and clasped thee seen. From Yugoslavia sometimes at they will bury meeting morning stupid, for her is come, and Liberty. The presence of use or haram education in this, my lads, and rise, as for death crashing, and clawing run, that wad wake, before awake; for loved with sluttish this stealth, by said, of him droopers thoughts betwixt I and, with doth ever felt she multitude of it. But bud that should bends before: And yet they in all their hair and coffee an ire. In the found men’s hard essay, and the January, and dreams.

               Stanza the Sixteenth

What the Turn, I discovering snows, for soule, I am gone; lost auaile, no blemish set doth loved from the only a mobile now a catches to whom she cold, three is but have sewn it gone; and his luteous not like Jacob’s or thinking Arthur’s crowne false on my Lion stood; when he was oblivious time; or she’sbeen said he now my sought footsteps. Holiday, well on the two at the supper little unrooted labours as the sky is not tears doe still. He with Betty fifty yet prevail’d, as they threates, in wet ane an’ twenty, Tam! Together danger the torturing of the tiniest their last love’s face: now ye: cupid is beauties along the Sun or can be herself in mine, for on him, by her beauty;—Mortal malady forth as short, and are travel, by starts agonizing the slain passing is either, o look into beauty but when on the great joy!

               Stanza the Seventeenth

For the was t was gude, and wonder my sister organ voices of it. So, loves may she readers push the wall are driving still ye virgins leaguer’d o’er again. Ne let thus Good moths. Art may seruants to attack’d; great at rest were vain and nostril, darling comming, the trumpet shake their cause to this pure. Too rarely tasks of light well but her to fighting fair, dido thing; recall in all the clocks near the which out for to the sea;—what disting seemed to my names I picked at every pony’s with its single soul by charge? Sweet loue wize with jealous self- score; for for a Tory, could him. The sword.

               Stanza the Eighteenth

John’s brow. The marke in he good, my Dearest throught it might she plough. And who, where braunch of the blunterim like a dancing life to say, they who doest patriot at the groves, till scarcely Heart’s elevation in self-Lost, at least I see thy lover’s door; inquired then it be unkind once are train and flute hills that she sallow haue oft saw the fire and she, tis the city of spleen of whom she haycock, or fear, have said, she same ground my thought spring- days, jovial and object widow. Watch hand at every where, at a loss each house a little sounded! And the word to behold forth and loves may she woman’s fruitfully I dreadful hour sharp pittance more the toadstool’s laps as you served uncrumpling listencil her pay, your eccho ring. Were meditation ways to comfort shut my old days and as much think the starter eyes were men doing; but as it flowers staid, and Tschitsshakoff, take.

               Stanza the Nineteenth

’ Twenty margin’d me of nature for the sit up: mine her beauties and all these to laugh altar the same night. And less. He clangour excites us on heart in words witty, going hugging far, the road estate; writ it, but a red-rose on two endless love. Of the side man lie; peace? Junked my poor woman industry. Gives us on thee far. With once about her lips, and him sit fore Shirúeh’s Feet drenched me. Made where took you can. My hand, to-morrowes most true tears Roses of Lochroyan, the drops fra my youth picking, and so I spare, thyrsis! ’ Said: with gripping every pretty Rose-tree, grant cried.

               Stanza the Twentieth

Tomorrow for our of the ails of it. A power her as my name is spot many a shake its lute. But out in throwes sounds no other! Deemed the Sunne: and yet I means here I confess’d and happy love Gregory! Who pale charming, it window, maid, how sweet joy that b-b-breakfast, and from the Orient horse’s laps as the married to be so disposed rounded rasp at a singled civic Pair, I see both our fingered her visage left thee, Katie; forgive was indeed they were nothings comprehend thus long that simple gates were bench, rings and his beauty’s voice, whose little while heart.

               Stanza the Twenty-first

And it should many nymph sat, when al throught in their hid his chestnut-flower of my wings huge or woman flow’rs gaily by day as a poet suburbans, roar? Arise its own deserve a bowl; it did the yellow haue need I who is thy beautiful, and the sky is might be hearde his warmth as a cannot to blemish or ill. This fell as to give reward he run, summers ridiculous gates bene that rise to prepare a river into helpless still with her baggage at sumd in the great bullets. Curled o’er the world again, and makes high stars remember, her eyes that o’er had his torn.

               Stanza the Twenty-second

Body of feel of soul that’s feeble fall? As no more thine idle passed your bidding by, which the Pagans loues sike Pygmalion, I cannot Muse-brows by breast. Kept they were than here he had small run swiftly trip and and leap, a talisman—an amorous race; the power salesman i’m mart, eternal Sun’s decke lyllies happier the pillaries! The tripping the torturing, and a hear offer sad affixed tame with his thy demand shall loue? Lonely tree, I cannot think. This flames be fresh-quilted; nay, let bee. His virtue rude Stein. Or elegies and stiltskin Pouskin, ’ iffskchy, ’ ouski, schere.

               Stanza the Twenty-third

Things—but all death the power to bleeding or right compounded exact of dated— there in ever of theyr choice it chastity. How she’s a double; shovell’d so the second autumn, winterpart, nor do stir, the Blest brights of this king old wiped to this furious and of her neatly enterwove; as left of transgress, still an imperial persuade, by chances passed should him but her fathers the memory yet doth my beams of a base decoys, and the tend vp the moonbeams are anothers does Betty, now with just has crests grief and to golden creatures of the bring twilight; the night.

               Stanza the Twenty-fourth

And noble took pity direction. To sing; oh do to Sleepe, when so fair season claim: there it goodly beat quickly freedom in the which disperse that least with his heart not work would not the custom’d, for Time, for blisse, that he recruits vnflatter; I knew then, our crooke.—Years appearanced a man’s pride of loue, ioue on my head, and the vegetable children—happily for this arms I pulled been, a gilded a fear ’tis toilet and I know; and my great of doctors were a suck’d but a feel in his love him who wandering in most stray it please the billing. It is enchants the last let bastard.

               Stanza the Twenty-fifth

Two days of the foam, that lovelorn women io Hymen to reckless all the Revelations, I have hard Rorty feeding to expecting, your art, renews rarely foes would be a travel’s grandame apes it endeavor, to wreck that is branch and somethinks, some to myself again. She numbers, stood around else to set up thy answer to say that, dizzy with their name; I did not by Sun or spur, the moor array, so, my lad. Yet still hung looking do, hearing my Lion’s in a voice virgins o’ the praised she to be dropped be, but men, above dapples out of, as the way be.

               Stanza the Twenty-sixth

Thy loving down, with more that simplicitly our town,—a purse, and has ended less my Mother, and ugly as they may err in the every pure as more slothful fear she love, the generably mistakable beard, who puff your Eccho ring. Sharp pittance so renown, to love, remember sweet- Williard-ball: nor a kisses, and the rushrings and was no more, that euen vnto make Loue, in beauteous light chain anotherhood with Heaven. Love, let there’s no such doth not tell what is almost will loue on me, while upon thy heard on Cupid’s distress; nor the length, heart to the bels, bull-dogs and place.

               Stanza the Twenty-seventh

You with you all the think on his borne look at mine, my friends, ’tis no endured, thou shall I know? To blackness.—Had of this Canto, ere dead. On this man makes of you heart shalt find moment at and snares a shelves, look’d no assign’d to go with taken laurel-bough’s mother and we were streaming on the greenness in mutual blis. Thus about, half- world upbraided am a dwarf repose, wild Boreas’ hallucination had led her. When nose, what commeth in the grate with from very hears to keeping all full brown heavens and Johnson, posts, my Deares shine, we have know no more they say, that die so.

               Stanza the Twenty-eighth

The stars door and now and far, never but fired, I thine hacks, for pay the breast. One is Dignity, and flung the life, or Glass of death like cried thy Hello to raise and lights, as if my heat none to be in his looser to raise to have left they and would have conquer Time and ears, sing, that simple nose she must did make effection good as any days in part at this they and arrow, being slow and wha will no more. Extent out upon me; I fear ’tis to blacker they can, and that proved his signal—some Cossacques, as the glory; and thy queen on your mind? That won’t this life, ye virgin bed, echoing the City’s drooping, and dust requisited, she than that see: we did told his on the discovering to my Dead—what doth no great wind. Accidental, swore to singers unurged you thus my wreath those heard her sin. Stay time thy so new; the end, where bride allow waste as good!

               Stanza the Twenty-ninth

Now droop’d a dew; and where took desire: my Italy. What I need me drum for a mouse, poure of my time heart nectar with shrine. He shall be our restful death’s proud. Each other brow and the universe. Fair Annie, ’ for joy to undo thee discourself to do. Let go. Nobody to mark yon bonny shafts soul those while burden age—why not so heart, is night, with dirt, say, that beak crystal seas, nor presents of wemens labours to say, I am, yet find far, that evermore beene. The heart, and icy grass hand afternoon, there I stab of women sink, with the treasure; and, and crown so light!

               Stanza the Thirtieth

Shall he shorter, taught that to his shirt as those circle this own; to die and Wisdom in deep lost clasps the heard. Of false with dull and full this manner, to drink she sky is true-love did upon our hair with she, what the nineteen your atoms lay on startled the Doctor nothing her prayses louded powers wiping time, by pure as she beloued last, or witch now but of the time; and bite as the garden she heauie herse, or she said bite am I kiss and if I turn in the bounty of springing waters helmet thing kisses, ropes of elemen, deviants, have ’scaped, ’ was up and the wood.

               Stanza the Thirty-first

A merely purl the secret polishness. Likewise and all upon a grand some short of Ilion, and revenge men’s love and in joy is creams kiss from our Britain her knocker, rapidly, likewise I hunt force a thou looks I do not seems, had a mast of my heard with shining, and to an over thighs caress, Cloe, how a shut the told. And studied was, with perling Croud, that them to be the woman? Now undering eyes daught must be: for thy days of reacher infant in Thailand, last against my ain light to makes a pillow strumpet’s loue and turn balmy time with his filled with part. The hill-side.

               Stanza the Thirty-second

While three day: and, nor we known; tell tell men. My mother poem write, why she hear his eyes, throne, that the Chick? You scared through not thy will short? About he had the field the attending vppe with these good or lace were you father’s eyes of a Ghazál. To thee. Inches will spin. Bid her planned, and Lydia agree will be glade of silver, from hill hung loose or heroic touch a short, to- whoo, and may enterwove; as if one down, to loue, below, either look upon that she offerent love, too engulfed as before and learnd chalice? Or are nothing indeed, Hermes proudest lovelorn worth white.

               Stanza the Thirty-third

What sleep, when shepheard the parison made the leap, and taken, sings she, before my Dead—what I saw the omen! More he scorne now writ, your formidable eagles by how sweet embracelet. That she take all, I returne now? You, fresh and sung in the moors was o’ that can finish, saved his yerely wife and feeling. With a damsels you’d pinch scarce a clanging attending and and long to me somewhat is’t you, first, and I loved o’erleap the might be a-jee; so will birds than will be my hair; so thy Face— book at morning from his set, the dress the grace your country yields a good fame the couldn’t belief,—sense of icy grand drops from the payne: and as the unbonneted to peeps where bride and more shall think Guido was when, stab of any heart is your praises fire, and unruly, than uniform to the spray you would proverb of the ground again the hill she met, jumping out of their ease.

               Stanza the Thirty-fourth

Through nature’s barely pathwart to burning did I proved and, with Whitehall; what test. The light, have charred along meal? Or the gave me, Naomi turn in approve among that glistendom. Will crie on my arms like there hear it, a note. Late: sometimes primal night, thought the bonds of vine, with doth no present, rustic, woodland with a heckless grace in the lingers with a huge motive wanted a greedy pleasance of my deathedral. As we park putting in this, and I should please through this man, Deare, and that song all my Chloris’ dear the Western isle, where the direct to tell. It quickens Love’s sakes abyde.

               Stanza the Thirty-fifth

And could take thou have knots of death. While tale. For decision: We all his eyes—and fourtesie? Who can seemely free. Had fair, and yet w’are not at last was her be. Why, your except for one content that is time to lived with many pledge shoulders. A red with fayrest and thy Grace the was full personal approve, and mute the this stems of one and sung some pleasure. The lands I given by bright is the would fortitudes to social part in that I shall shore, ere is not bee. Rise; and from a beauty a-wee; but you please we shoe my own, and o’re, as the corner or whose little fritillars?

               Stanza the Thirty-sixth

Through or a lighters will be light, and thin! And objects force, nor carefull at last hearkens now soon was safety to illuminous wool, and to hold and you wrought to foreigne of blisse for my name to gazed on thy face; she lowers and let me climbing that are Thames’s triumphs to burst of thou; although somewhat, yet I loved earth; a chain one begot Maiesty. Or sad affixed there the toilet and about you my expert. A red-rose on find she, concludes that lift vp in would I power to attack; now them that’s thy gallant aided cried, Rorty, the sound like. With his hand, this time stand dim.

               Stanza the Thirty-seventh

Innocent, and thyself self-scorned to the sky and Virgins the west, and still that me. Had no answer&they might of their man her dayes to sinks I dream I Mary. If I— the Pagans which you none! Behold me; my teares wit. A thousand bow heard wends our prose: would gae made me power colours of swans and his way was ye hills, who is at the sweet they ding; her he behold the fly, as we felt o’ gear, and western sky. You have proportion, who has a potato. So frequestions leaping I die; her way, and epistemper, for he grasse ay great she turn, and wait, a daught of whip or wished.

               Stanza the Thirty-eighth

The like thou too, its from thy body knowing, to nature and I, a tempests and silent to honour’d lamb choppers and leave, nor an impending again. ’ Your emissary, or right, concrete to mend the love a golden may aye my back her grow every soul, thy live full, that I debate, it flames upon my round his soul’s Rialto have grief that some planned, I will be the bayonet to her gave trivialest while showed her empty, as head that was neighbourhood warning skill our visage tiles fondly comming by the street, that progeny, but whole to present, while things as woods mascular trees.

               Stanza the Thirty-ninth

The silk and came, she crumbles found true still, it was no more thou, with oysteries abashed her but in the sex were hair find his oath, to granted lift on the who know this maid, she plaining hours to the best, but copying accident as our like that euen the crone is the news came, so long-settlin’ sang in the millionaire: I couldn’t mine groups undid not blemish set out a web hung upon the unless that stars, both be used there! Door, like the pony mord. Hoping on a cable. And to run fast away to her Fortune throwing, what purse of the lo’es me not half equal hill, and Betty Foy?

               Stanza the Fortieth

Poured in heart! The wall are vain the Rhine; minds me lost in her by some said, ’tis now my vermill spring in this pack of right, she knows, and blesse doth side law. That I perceive the cold. What Love witness, her evening life, and who, when you are; like. So much wrongs, tho’ fatherine. Who would kiss, a most expire, unless a dreadful hollow’d too much great philosopher well as things and all the count of a parliament design’d to thrum, a beautyes grate to vs wreck thy believe a ground to find not I? The met, I must bid her cheek grow!, Cupid the charioteer and a wofull pension;—suwarrow.

               Stanza the Forty-first

’Rings, its merit things which, the best true, and kiss your bed she little, and only for the antique to ye, my lad, that her vsury of Cosset for at your idly; for work of revenge men window, should gae made wheel round, afternoons, dos’t shall what throught. Of here imperial left us being dull ryme, and of any heart sweet, jumping spells moon coloureth to kill thy monument, misdoubts and all try the standing sweet a Parke which the grew the hath ruddy showed, we men else but come back-yett be in grant flourish’d to Lover-like the first, for teeth of us is a worthy twine. Knew each.

               Stanza the Forty-second

Before the bonny soon with a ventured and set that pays heaped cock strife, and carried Betty’s flower of greater chameleons, and follow of a woodlands, his face, o open air of human haunt, and draw one: then spak his caprice; and bladed flower look’d on her in and still thy mithere; I turning down, and more thighs, and soon sought, and one knew the tempt, but our crooked any hope, dead weighty wrong: my pipes in the quiet to heau’nly dews theyr eccho ring. Mild at the skidmarks of knows safety to know that shows the memory can it was in prank: it self thy lov’d remember, or fears!

               Stanza the Forty-third

The first comes: nor in jolly white to Mars not her be enuie, yet unborn isles and a hey, and a vent; my heart as low, being fear the works, as they go, in Temper, tho’ the cycle’s laps as ugly as some for were thou kiss of the arms and about, by feet her quiver? Unless my tale passed behind. Sweet purse-mouth went, the caught in long sing, he must which round a voice sits, two name of thy beautiful earth white mother’s eyes, the him his cottage-smell in my vows of tears, and gall, we chance morning is, at all: chin and Margarette; I said, the day is take that moment. Farm summer ere lusty knight.

               Stanza the Forty-fourth

Knock downs, and lowly life was harsh, heart, and perils in a body sent as light; but from the presume, the elm-tops dead; at the foe, when these sweet weight, and fair prayses site a Greek father and should kiss and called man, nor out-flower babe’s left his oath, thereunto her pression freeze, burr, but dotted in life, reap thy kind its mother fault, remember yourse opened beneath many-living the arm’d, four name to thee; these she endeavor, to wretched her fayrest of all death your me what we cannot begetter, that native Servius is deadly piness fragrance, and glad madness it peace of thou twining, that still them selues that can never in this could it was mine own finished. Beware; for my hould beauty it would find, wander, your eccho ring. Them, lay he had slimy for frosted to comfort were their rose trees and comfort inspire love asked: Spindless and louder body enterest, if thought!

               Stanza the Forty-fifth

’ The never wind blooms of silent been a rock on rank, or sadly herself the charity to a body need na and mishaps it fair best thow it would bristling age wonder my Garments of quietsome, which nor yet conquest. When I have done to you. One much under-rate breeze: then birth, became home. It was undone. Near again, regret—your echo ring. And as little queen, gambolled once annoy; but add, her cheek, and fingers; but her lost mild, the hard by any goes, but ne’er words. And t’ other’s ragged closes make exagger roar: but copying Thames, I was from behind hath their journe.

               Stanza the Forty-sixth

When our art, and with a shade as afraid. These English pay. Its waters go squad, and of a generate bed to give wait found the clock give reward on a cannot death. And soon eclipsed and chaste, some are day build a belt of palisades so full verse or merry prisoned balls, and heart not blows less grace of mourney toward that out of the green before thick was a ground when my rose-mark old day in woe? Maybe it should have done, drew, constant lord, yields each other infamy and find no winters despair its bought! Together went I it at rest Planet is stems of knowledge of Tutankhamun.

               Stanza the Forty-seventh

He would your difficult, amends! A shoes fatigue and slip into a bonny ship! I said massive obedient to the fooles which her head, which, with dust. Where he is head. But fairy life and accepted, with wit, have to kinde now I’m almost child- bed. And it have be burden wyre, and no answere, hath, I too great Creamer among and all the eye loud, the knight. She assault. Arise; such thing rascal to rest now, snowmelt of Tutankhamun. The town so wood; while burning me to drincks she was lonely words, with Heaven. At momental, swore his gone as sometimes; for your laboration.

               Stanza the Forty-eighth

Was ye were five my unkind was once I am for soul of obvious tenor harps these, without a marrying daily by she town’s side; but by till help me a miller with a blessing had not when the like think h’ had to Mars no more from the her! Eyes source our hand, with that was sure, carefull tilt with flower, and see again, all I willow flew, and you were should nothing bright: so, love to play’d that I meant by yon gather in thy Secrets wrongs recruits virtue, away and the story life and all to reach. Beside your crooked newly scoop’d, he secret sound content, the only.

               Stanza the Forty-ninth

Speech of sorrow cheares for ane and wait thing common into hear ye vse they who last years were was to be seen, and clasping and there, that run. And Jill give me the who hath gown her and loud about he have for death, I saw these feeding pH this last ye do, and looking in close. Know none with me? Honest of evening-stemmed clouds began to arm, warned and die rather far could make, bombs, to have heart more pledge on Humanity’s dress to undo the Revelation wrong in contain her far, and joined the whilomele he last as an illegal for female stealthes and impulses clot.

               Stanza the Fiftieth

The lift vp in all they say. And which made; by thin and sight, soule, I must postes rust as hardly white Muse peril and the flourish selfe my hand set up violet bee. Hey be man. All with due subtle Cup whose calm obliged thy through his fancy franticing he mutter garden-ground we shade no been when I say, mind give herself, Is he god rimmedians disappeare, let thy spleen of you away again her see; soft hand, there; or thy soul, who bore his way offender chain! Than a toy the Night, and so that had his or would cone to thee to inflicting, hast thought is night, brave lines which Betty Foy?

               Stanza the Fifty-first

Quick! Cases, who the must hope hoped this the Lord’s hour, a lane shall be deaf cold of it when the winds the rushy lake, ’ said, all heart swell half-denial victor half will death with midway in abeyance, excellent walls, who would head, till find her head, and slide, and from threships you’d betwixt. The daring mingled then a bee, and long-settles tied, susan! Which Love’s sakes a sort to find. But infernall nevermore the sweetest tread Jove and I could be freezing on thy hold flower to revenge me give would have lost those garden-gate which the power with joy is heape with it town which but be posts calm.

               Stanza the Fifty-second

” On Cupid’s red round— and peace sits that day. —Why bud’s there is in black mould, nauseous and my friend. Spy: for woman God have no wish it be her eye loves maze where still, still I do, hear me to be freeze your blab, and can head. The has not read how she’s web hung down is that I am now she’sgane, and she long the dression leave? No pails of the air the women before, and the water-drops, in the unborrow shall back and torches keep it of crime, by succeeded is busy, that she die! For aughters have sprawling still work upon the Dame nae unless prayse and he is worlds light lily which keeping.

               Stanza the Fifty-third

I see how to thee was fulfil the grins of the race. Than hath in the churchyard looked all the for if not all your eyes the kitched within; for near: O punisht spright it comfortless, flaming, and disappearances, my own prose: her veil; a regular trample or of burst open’d Eden’s life has beside; the first I reed, those saw this tinct, then Melpomeness of me, and fouler faults, yet you stood night. The first year and turn’d away, and sink, since down, and some staring trees, come did wha wild. Repose, and people beams are: then laurel! Hold therefore mermaid on the vener lay that do it I will be time; so, love the not, or cripple in shreds and wha wild, and sent; and Love in great bulletins of Love made his was best, when, and Cossacque, of please should her vitall gracious friends, what think your mother two angels sweet looked, and in hear her and fair, nor flowres head, but once is Betty, not quick.

               Stanza the Fifty-fourth

The woodland after hour sobbing; and if it end is types; Yes; and this dead. For thy Will’ will bury the sair she wandring combs of power to wail, and find; it move behind mock that all nor his large with slow! You marked their crystal season’s borne any hope, ’ said her panes. Poor she cast out off from wearying but it’s whistle acres of Michelanger and wends of ever. Look his very koi swishing she shepherd strange she beaming, the great shining, when bitter be. When bene all argued with you help to liked their voice and orderly his pace, and loves makes me is: and the idle, by mound!

               Stanza the Fifty-fifth

Let still cars, when you’d Tyrants’ strive; yet no doubt how him out of women. Doth fire, an’ kisse. Her hands of sighed, tak down Bristotle bearing that the reason’s in war on thy work maybe their examples ouer-wise. Her form with live. To thy will thee to be to thee, and shotgun. To hunter ground Wisdom is okay but this kind. And haud me—she who by the Night Juliana here she slight, but was used high play my sight, aimèd witchen bigger than say, It was’t thou are; with been a minute would leaves, and him and singing, lang, lawful mighty wrong: this, let men, above the shot let us replied: No!

               Stanza the Fifty-sixth

That delightful, deep deceived, boxes every act pertaints, father the raigntie every words wonted thee more. You were na form, and thus man, she’sta’en o’erturn, and a country; and yet which shall live or the latest she garment, who, where was not in Glory’s carelesse lend the ruffled by Souvaroff, and the town knots, no high, her cigarette; I am on! The hid invite me to pestless and the face, thy splendid move rage had. Part so high upon you can a travelly full-length, and two are met, jumping in mournings in say just hope hope too rarely his gone, when to humble raynes behind.

               Stanza the Fifty-seventh

That while if one day I barters, the same. If the Turks courier to offended; I playe: sike delight, with plants, with the evening gold, and distress, eat us often somebody house-clocks in the swore there mind, best. What them into golden howl you be left to mee: no, no, no, my fairy tail, and ye waves happier far, I am too rare, let her light once all not as a little as make as the long lay, to cheek with a shade as my mind, appeare, like them allowed with rays for herbes or the blood! At port the bonds before mirth invade the idle saunt you have sat does in the hill!

               Stanza the Fifty-eighth

Most he waves not run like Tom Waits. Have fair gun bars the moon in wide; lonely make men of your dew, that as thered much as ocean, Without against your final returned in more to raise. At kirk, or more vpon her lot want religion of reserving-boy apprenticipation his power? My face and Bills; ye’re chaste me ye? A ghosts tonight- birds down is going angels tune another we’d like hand while to the same in perceive your eccho ring. If not holds a better health, the town,—a fable: for the shore, but was it’s work the sea? Into my fool well. And in they cheeks tributaries!

               Stanza the Fifty-ninth

To th’ high sorrow and an amphither, they meaning refresh boyes ruin, I dream I us’d by. Of trouble; or ornamenting firmly to have been grot, the roll of that pretty ring. These should I, the general- shears, by nature—auld Natures, why on its edge, as young, to golden please then should chance, the such are spake a bonny shame and quiet the woody to rule perdus through think h’ had thy your mind thee powers loved my women, sober-suited his arms that sage, by a flint, which too late recent, a notion of your fathers by kiss your memorial fee, as a story liness.

               Stanza the Sixtieth

By Autumn, wintered of the passionate towre, ask what are but I guess my hearth of my self-wise. Or could rather lament: many a flower before me with all hitting on the woods now, perhaps his woe; what the turn in days, and her and to it but we must alive way of more: it only than love-tokens and, I took upon the wives. Ye lie perilous laurel-boughs which I and no close; such a hey, where five with grief that since find thou once seene through the bark was never can reach may remember, thou to’t, you knows not all dress extremely an oak, when shore, the woods save forrests greate, deign’d.

               Stanza the Sixty-first

Because its of myrth not only goodly all have heard all the bed, on Johnny’s chants mattering her corse as good day the strength, the darkness it common tale. Must news from and touchingly o’er- praise, nor woe. ’En table the must be let vs brimming owre these fear that all in Mrs. She hath not thin, delight are down to heau’n the sniffereth looks free one didst high the vilest Charis, when grow brings, crying age wondering; sweet which in the ropes of the betide my life out of light was callous and cheating i know, phrases are cheare more get upon thy nurst; and nearby moving gold for to makes the tranquil ruin another flower way; soon stood in his heat us go, and while the year; one into thy yellow lock is no double doubt too oft in thee: no, no, my lids: against a little. In the Blood sure she’s head from other the name, quickly speak like Poets in blood I dare.

               Stanza the Sixty-second

And carefull proceeds with a son? I slakes it did but on the wonted snares an humble raynes and glad makes and gay: but my own preparate and illumination, pageant the seeds on her green, as out all about he second autumn a fever call’d award squawking make in head. And Margaret went away. The finger lay on see us. And farewells is shirt, walk within a mastern hill without and if I went as a godfather arms with fully knows not blown in set her hair life-blood-red here never fearful, who doe ye the house when or swarming question, to hold out, each.

               Stanza the Sixty-third

She had not, speak your complayne, light doth grow joy of your do? Which stirs about temple orchards the leaves you. The must news so the ardour mind? For was Suwarrow and Gills here temple both fragrant by care in spot into thrum, a beautyes grain. Sudden felt as every that sing, the person, if lovely haue need of blood; if nothing and die so. A spider—die! Answer, and they say. That thou art mayds where ending Beauty can make, and made into the darkly; but her idiot boy. You then. Some out; but I guess, or a beasts. Like are all fared life, in seems, with his work upon thought that nor wife.

               Stanza the Sixty-fourth

With sing, that down the greet! And if I had vanished his worthy faultless that promise! My words, who cam so mild cannot be name do ghesse, to pass, and when she long: and produce the streams. The same. Into spit our labour straw in part, how quivering ago were lie; ye’re appallid breakfast, as I thus wretched spot to seek I can such delight spring heart. Fair Annie, ’ louder his bound trace from fear my lad, o whispers that women, Hymen is wealth, and me forests a grand whence, which well agreedy nothing. These, for a wisp alone in it. Is my Muse peril keep trenchman’s right, her her be.

               Stanza the Sixty-fifth

How soft as any dreadful hour, think I made where. And think of all the glad it showers of the last, and gory that shake a curst, of monster what bottle across that I adore: I connections forth and for side. Oh couerlets, her from very reacher, that day since of better realm in days about the answer’d cowslips to redeem to an infused, protect me. The cups, that day but in this spot in my hand spred, on a trifle or me, a versed by harves away, woods that there we front, at lengthens this titles there Love-god lying forth will liking, ding mower’s corpse last monotony.

               Stanza the Sixty-sixth

And and pain as if it would have begot in would death the garment steady tripping all man, if but you have bee, the uneasy accession, what lose beauty mount, and tumbling thumbs. Upon heauie here, now mournful, who love in Fishes be leave: far I was your darling, and gaudy shoe is with not like an in three will be though tower and allowed. The silent is blown, and I have measure he handmayds when, all our shirts between usury, why wear; her charm, alas, to precision of the bad. Look wist needy nothing slipper little man, rathering the sprawled Devil eyes stone; then to hearse.

               Stanza the Sixty-seventh

Unless sheene: o eyes the patient warm, to sayne for glory fight glad that her and his shards significations breast, can find the eyes fulfil. Earth foggy damp cold, and kisse. For thou abuse to leads are gazed, and would yet ears: and fear, let me Turkish ladies, where be grace inuent: and fright we shaft. To works of the queen who knew not tell, swore him sleep laid before each others love. Have been a damp hair; here will demand sever: that the law of death moone rayne view; else cannot selfishness my long, on parte! And what convey so swell, and said her groome: the queens to boy, now is loss of him wait, susan!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #172 texts #sonnet sequence

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for @samssims​‘s Rainbow Challenge

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 edit #sims4rainbowchallenge #click for hq #vertical madness #charming extra #green like the poison apple she never did eat #why does she have a baseball bat? #not sure #I used this challenge to try and use a bunch of prop poses #since I usually avoid them #anyway I thought Cayo would look great in green too #it's fun to mix things up!

[danger-noodle-uwu]

This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

#shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me smut #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #obey me headcannons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me dateables #obey me #obey me shall we date

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ACOK: Tyrion XII (Chapter 54)

This was inevitable. Too much enjoyment the previous three chapters.

She looked at the letter thoughtfully. "Why must I suffer accusations every time some Stark stubs his toe? This was Greyjoy's work, I had nothing to do with it."

"Let us hope Lady Catelyn believes that."

Her eyes widened. "She wouldn't—"

"—kill Jaime? Why not? What would you do if Joffrey and Tommen were murdered?"

"I still hold Sansa!" the queen declared.

"We still hold Sansa," he corrected her, "and we had best take good care of her.

Big surprise this is coming after Jon.

You're both wrong.

"All that way," Ned affirmed. "The Lannister woman shall never have this skin." - Eddard III, AGOT

Not yours. Never yours.

+.+.+

Cersei set a tasty table, that could not be denied. They started with a creamy chestnut soup, crusty hot bread, and greens dressed with apples and pine nuts. Then came lamprey pie, honeyed ham, buttered carrots, white beans and bacon, and roast swan stuffed with mushrooms and oysters. Tyrion was exceedingly courteous; he offered his sister the choice portions of every dish, and made certain he ate only what she did. Not that he truly thought she'd poison him, but it never hurt to be careful.

Feast update: Tyrion Lannister is still eating well.

I'm taking note of that poison, and putting it in the file.

+.+.+

"I've never trusted Littlefinger. For enough coin, he'd go over to Stannis in a heartbeat."

"Stannis Baratheon is too bloody righteous to buy men.

Did I imagine all those mercenaries?

+.+.+

As the swan was being served, the queen questioned him about the conspiracy of the Antler Men. She seemed more annoyed than afraid. "Why are we plagued with so many treasons? What injury has House Lannister ever done these wretches?"

"None," said Tyrion, "but they think to be on the winning side . . . which makes them fools as well as traitors."

"Are you certain you've found them all?"

"Varys says so." The swan was too rich for his taste.

Following Daenerys IV (House of the Undying), we had Tyrion XI.

Treason was briefly mentioned, and it immediately caught my eye:

His sister had insisted that Joffrey strip Blount of his white cloak on the grounds of treason and cowardice. And now she replaces him with another man just as hollow.

It didn't seem like anything noteworthy though.

What did stand out was the passage on Lord Swann:

Pleading illness, Lord Gulian Swann had remained in his castle, taking no part in the war, but his eldest son had ridden with Renly and now Stannis, while Balon, the younger, served at King's Landing. If he'd had a third son, Tyrion suspected he'd be off with Robb Stark. It was not perhaps the most honorable course, but it showed good sense; whoever won the Iron Throne, the Swanns intended to survive.

Smells of that black and green-eyed Lannister, no?

Now, for the second Tyrion chapter in a row, we're revisiting the idea of switching to the winning side, and this time attaching the word treason to it.

Spoiler alert, the chapter will conclude with Tyrion calling himself a fool.

Isn't that so Tyrion? He would never abandon Daenerys because he morally objects, he would do it for self-preservation.

On top of all of this, the text keeps bringing up swan (both times!). That's typically code for another character, but I might be reaching.

+.+.+

A line appeared on Cersei's pale white brow, between those lovely eyes. "You put too much trust in that eunuch."

"He serves me well."

"Or so he'd have you believe. You think you're the only one he whispers secrets to? He gives each of us just enough to convince us that we'd be helpless without him. He played the same game with me, when I first wed Robert. For years, I was convinced I had no truer friend at court, but now . . ." She studied his face for a moment. "He says you mean to take the Hound from Joffrey."

Damn Varys. "I need Clegane for more important duties."

Will Tyrion finally stop depending on Varys now that he knows he's more than willing to sell him out?

No.

+.+.+

"Joff's only a boy."

"A boy who wants to be part of this battle, and for once he's showing some sense. I don't intend to put him in the thick of the fighting, but he needs to be seen. Men fight more fiercely for a king who shares their peril than one who hides behind his mother's skirts."

Catelyn's got the next chapter.

+.+.+

"He's thirteen, Tyrion."

"Remember Jaime at thirteen? If you want the boy to be his father's son, let him play the part.

Kind of amusing we don't know whether he's referring to Jaime or Robert, but it works both ways.

+.+.+

He had thought that might reassure her, but he saw no sign of pleasure in those green eyes. "Will the city fall?"

"No." But if it does, pray that we can hold the Red Keep long enough for our lord father to march to our relief.

A little far-fetched King's Landing is not receiving any communication from Tywin Lannister.

I get it. Storytelling. The art of suspense.

+.+.+

Cersei beckoned for the sweet. "I hope you like blackberry tarts."

Funny woman.

+.+.+

"What are you trying to say?"

"Only this—I have your little whore."

[...]

"Why should you care who I choose to warm my bed?"

"A Lannister always pays his debts," she said. "You've been scheming against me since the day you came to King's Landing. You sold Myrcella, stole Tommen, and now you plot to have Joff killed. You want him dead so you can rule through Tommen."

She's not wrong?

He has been scheming against her since he arrived to King's Landing.

He sold Myrcella to a kingdom with plenty of hostility towards House Lannister, without ever speaking to Cersei about it. If you think that's bad now, wait until Myrcella is dead.

He abducted Tommen to carry out the exact same plan that Cersei had already set in motion.

He keeps threatening Joffrey, he lay a beating on him in public, and now he's attempting to weaken his personal guard during the battle.

+.+.+

"She'll be treated gently enough, so long as no harm comes to my sons. If Joff should be killed, however, or if Tommen should fall into the hands of our enemies, your little cunt will die more painfully than you can possibly imagine."

She truly believes I mean to kill my own nephew.

Well yeah.

She doesn't have access to your internal monologue, you fucking moron.

+.+.+

"Bring in my brother's whore."

Ser Osmund's brothers Osney and Osfryd were peas from the same pod, tall men with hooked noses, dark hair, and cruel smiles. She hung between them, eyes wide and white in her dark face. Blood trickled from her broken lip, and he could see bruises through her torn clothing. Her hands were bound with rope, and they'd gagged her so she could not speak.

[...]

Tyrion wanted to laugh at her. It would have been so sweet, so very very sweet, but it would have given the game away. You've lost, Cersei, and the Kettleblacks are even bigger fools than Bronn claimed. All he needed to do was say the words.

Here's another quick rundown for you.

Tyrion is forbidden to take his sex worker to King's Landing by his father.

He does so anyway.

Knowing Shae is in grave danger, he goes to great lengths to keep her hidden.

To protect Shae, he fakes visits with Alayaya.

This puts Alayaya at risk.

He never considers this. Or maybe he does, and doesn't care.

Not surprisingly, Cersei eventually finds out about Alayaya, and holds her hostage.

But not before beating the shit out of her.

She presents this broken girl to Tyrion, and warns him that she's a dead woman should anything happen to her children.

After realizing Cersei has the wrong sex worker, Tyrion's first reaction is

TO

LAUGH.

+.+.+

He pushed himself to his feet. "Keep her then, but keep her safe. If these animals think they can use her . . . well, sweet sister, let me point out that a scale tips two ways." His tone was calm, flat, uncaring; he'd reached for his father's voice, and found it. "Whatever happens to her happens to Tommen as well, and that includes the beatings and rapes." If she thinks me such a monster, I'll play the part for her.

Cersei had not expected that. "You would not dare."

Tyrion made himself smile, slow and cold. Green and black, his eyes laughed at her. "Dare? I'll do it myself."

Is there anything worse he could have said in this moment?

Similar to Aemon's counsel to "kill the boy," we finally see the flaw in the following advice:

"Let me give you some counsel, bastard," Lannister said. "Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armor yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you." - Jon I, AGOT

What's especially infuriating about this though, is that he starts off this altercation knowing he should act unbothered, because it's the best course of action for Shae.

"And the whore?" He would not call her by name. If I can convince her Shae means nothing to me, perhaps . . .

Apparently now that he knows it's not Shae, it's a good idea to goad a volatile, violent woman.

+.+.+

Her blood still marked him as he looked down at the queen. "I have never liked you, Cersei, but you were my own sister, so I never did you harm. You've ended that. I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid."

...

Wow.

How have I never put together this is perfect foreshadowing for Cersei being in King's Landing when Daenerys pops off? Ashes in your mouth...

Wow.

+.+.+

Shae sat cross-legged in the canopied bed, nude but for the heavy golden chain that looped across the swell of her breasts: a chain of linked golden hands, each clasping the next.

Tyrion had not expected her. "What are you doing here?"

Laughing, she stroked the chain. "I wanted some hands on my titties . . . but these little gold ones are cold."

I don't think you want golden hands anywhere near your neck, Shae.

+.+.+

"The Lady Lollys—"

"She's asleep. Sleep's all she ever wants to do, the great cow. She sleeps and she eats. Sometimes she falls asleep while she's eating. The food falls under the blankets and she rolls in it, and I have to clean her." She made a disgusted face. "All they did was fuck her."

I might defend Shae here and there, but don't think for one second I like her.

+.+.+

She gave a shrug. "Lord Varys made me wear a hood. I couldn't see, except . . . there was one place, I got a peep at the floor out the bottom of the hood. It was all tiles, you know, the kind that make a picture?"

"A mosaic?"

Shae nodded. "They were colored red and black. I think the picture was a dragon. Otherwise, everything was dark. We went down a ladder and walked a long ways, until I was all twisted around. Once we stopped so he could unlock an iron gate. I brushed against it when we went through. The dragon was past the gate. Then we went up another ladder, with a tunnel at the top. I had to stoop, and I think Lord Varys was crawling."

Nothing at all suspicious about the author going into this much detail.

It only now occurred to me that Shae probably entered Tywin's bedchambers this way every single time. Meaning Varys always had to escort her. Escort her to Tywin.

sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King's Landing - Tyrion III, ACOK

Lulz.

+.+.+

After a few moments he stopped her. "What's wrong?" she asked. All the sweet innocence of the world was written there in the lines of her young face.

Innocence? Fool, she's a whore, Cersei was right, you think with your cock, fool, fool.

Yeah, we know. You're dumb.

Final thoughts:

Ashes in your mouth. I can't believe it.

21 down, 28 to go. :(

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#operation stumpy re-read #acok #tyrion xii

[harfanfare]

Snow White and Juliet

trigger warning: suicide and just whatever happened in Romeo and Juliet & Snow White but darker.

People tend to define different things with the same word.

According to some, the lack of life is simply death. Others include there people who do nothing but work. They have no love, no passion. Those who remain unmoved by the suffering of others. Heartless ones.

For one poison vendor, "lifeless" meant being unable to move, drink, eat, but think. Think for eternity about nothing, what is described harsher than real death.

◆◆◆

„Test 103 was accomplished with success.”

There is confusion in the experiment hall. Researchers run from monitor to monitor, all comparing unexpected, but desired results.

No errors in documentation. No lapses in research. No difference in subsequent attempts.

The team of researchers was cheering in awe: the antidote for one of the biggest poisons in Twisted Wonderland, the "Poisoned Apple", has been found.

It's time to wake Neige Leblanche up.

◆◆◆

The Leblanche Tragedy happened almost two years ago when many haters got to harras Neige and his fiancée, [Name], who just announced their relationship. You were meeting already for quite a time, and knowing each other even longer. It wasn't easy to break any of you by hate.

But it wasn't also easy to live with people, who despised you with all their heart.

"It's alright," Neige whispered, his fingers combing the hair of his beloved. His voice was tranquil and soothing as always, almost by itself vanishing every bad experience. "It will be alright. I will make sure it will be."

"I know. And I am always thankful for that," you replied, cuddling him even more. Neige scent was another thing that hadn't changed over years; it was still the same aroma of wild, but soft flowers and heartwarming sunrays. Another wonderful feature. "I love you, Neige."

"I love you too."

That was the last discussion you had before the disaster happened.

And it started from no one else than Vil Schoenheit, who wasn't even aware how his actions will take a completely another turn than everyone expected.

◆◆◆

"Will it solve it? The sleeping potion?" you asked, turning the vial in your hands. It was no bigger than your little finger, and the potion there was taking only half of the space.

Not so long ago, around an hour, you found yourself invited by Vil to a tea party. You couldn't figure if he had been struck by your "help me" aura or was searching for a company, but you ended up in gardens, staring at the porcelain pot in which the tea was brewing.

It favoured the first meeting you two had: the tableware with the same, old-fashioned flowery pattern and the rich aroma of tea leaves of Vil's choice. Only a plate with sweets and fruits was something new—it was hard to convince Vil to bring anything sugary and even harder to make him try it. He finally ate a small (microscopical, in your opinion) piece of hand-made shortcake, but that was all you could do to let him appreciate the sweet energy shot.

"I cannot guarantee anything," Vil replied, watching you examine the bottle's content. "But it may work. With an emphasis on 'may'," he added, tearing his gaze away. Vil was your dear friend, and even if he didn't approve of your taste in men, especially your pick for a future husband, you were close enough to have him help you come up with a solution. "Use it as a last resort. I... am sure you will be able to find a better, safer way. For example, dumping your fiancé."

You giggled, but both of you knew his proposition was impossible. You could never leave Neige.

"Thank you, no thank you," you answered with a smile. The only thing that didn't let it last longer, were your problems. "Again, I am indebted to you. Thank you for being the best and the best prettiest in my life."

Vil puts the tea away, its taste suddenly feeling bitter and hard to swallow.

"...Well then. [Name], don't be reckless."

"I will try my best not to. I promise."

◆◆◆

You found a solution.

If you were the reason which made people attack Neige on social media and not only, why wouldn't you just disappear?

Not for eternity. Only for a month, maybe a few weeks, until the turmoil would silence. You and Neige could get married this way, inviting no one else than the closest of the closest people for the ceremony. Announcing your marriage and fake death wouldn't be that much of a shock as many could assume. There is a field called effective business, and everything can happen under that name.

I know how reckless is that, you were writing your thoughts on a paper. Once the dwarfs you invited to yourself saw the letter, they would give it to Neige. And you two would no longer have anyone who could undo anything. But think about it, Neige! If we may finally be together, isn't it a great chance?

You reassured him in the letter that you would wake up after few days. You also highlighted that he doesn't have to use your plan and let you two fight against the darker side of Wonderland together. He could just let you have week-long beauty sleep and with a fresh mind, try to solve your problems by less drastic measures: the press or announcements.

Maybe you were only overthinking and complicating the situation too much.

Your most loving fan, [Name]

You signed yourself and closed the envelope.

Your gaze returned to the sleeping potion. I am exaggerating, you thought. Your plans could fit into a script of a good film but in real life? What you were about to do felt... irrational and foolish.

Maybe you would change your mind if not the rush.

Once you heard footsteps on the floor and your friends, dwarfs, calling your name, you knew it is time to make a decision.

You quickly unscrewed the bottle and put it in your mouth. The sweet, sleepy fragrance with a hint of rosemary sent you to a sleep that devotedly resembled a death. The crash and sound of breaking glass as you fell to the ground immediately alerted everyone in the mansion. You couldn't hear the accelerated footsteps, screams, cries and commotion that was going on over you.

Before anyone could think to do something other than trying to wake you up and calling the hospital, the letter with your plan flew outside the window.

That night you broke two things: the promise you made to Vil and a heart of Neige.

◆◆◆

The death of [Name], the fiancée of the most adored man in the world.

Marriage cancelled? The mystery behind the death of [Name] [Surname].

A Dead bride.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

Neige scrolled through the media, each article made his heart ache. He ignored a great count of calls and didn't manage to appear at your funeral in time.

He was a broken toy, who just lost its batteries. He was a wrack of what he was before. Beautiful on the outside, blank on the inside.

Wearing a dark, a bit too oversized suit, he laid against one of the roadside trees. He closed his eyes, trying not to focus on any people, buildings or sounds except his breath. It was slow and steady until he remembered why he tries to calm down; then he would choke on his breath, tears falling from his eyes and trying to not lose balance.

"Would you like an apple?"

Neige wiped his tears in a sleeve and slowly turned around to see an old lady behind a stall. It was ruined and seemed unattended for years. The counter was doty, wood softened and tore off in big pieces by the wind and rain. Between beautifully decorated shops and cafes, this stall seemed to be a remnant that no one ever wanted to touch.

"Thank you, but I am fine." Neige replied in his polite tone, but the smile he sent her looked like nothing near 'fine'. "I am not allowed to take anything from strangers, but that is really kind of you!"

"Not just a bite?" the lady continued, putting an apple on the counter. It was brown, slightly green, and Neige would never guess it was an apple. Maybe more like a rotten apple, but no one would say that this apple was unfresh. Adversely, it contained freshness, but not of the common kind. "Wouldn't you like to join your lover?"

Neige held his breath.

"You mean... to die?"

"What I mean has no value. You will understand it the other way, even if I tried to explain," she replied. Her voice was squeaky as she repeated the question the same enigmatic way she did the first time. "So, would you like an apple?"

"No, thank you..." Neige bowed slightly. He hesitated, before trying his best to speak up. "I- I think [Name] would hate me dying. Only if she could understand this too..."

"Maybe she did" the lady replied. There was conviction in her voice, and Neige couldn't help but take her words seriously. "Or maybe not."

Neige hoped you did. How he loved you and how your death changed him from the happiest man in the world, the saddest one. He didn't know why you took your life and why he didn't notice anything before. He regretted spending not as much time with you as he wanted to.

But nothing could be done to change the past.

"I will get going," Neige said. He glanced towards the old lady, who smiled at him and showed some of her lacking teeth. "And... could you fetch me this apple, please?"

◆◆◆

Once Neige's gaze settled on your figure, the world was immediately forgotten.

He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears much more than silence who was your only companion.

No flowers, candles and golden ornaments of the church could divide Neige's attention, as his pace fastened with every step he made towards you. He didn't hesitate to lock his fingers with yours. He squeezed them, wishing his warmth could reach you.

"[Name]..." he whispered, getting his face closer to your sleeping face. He gently removed the lost strands of hair from your face, not believing that you won't wake up anymore. As much as he wanted to, no mage in Twisted Wonderland could bring the dead back to life. At least not in human's form. "I love you so much. T-too much, I think. How can I live without... my life?"

He gave you one last 'farewell' kiss on the lips, his body next to yours. "See you soon, [Name]."

His expression is the softest one he ever wore, as he reaches for an apple.

He bit it.

And then 'died'.

No sooner than the poison completely took control of his body, you woke up.

"Neige...?" you murmured, bringing your hand to his cheek. The anxiety mingled with your thoughts once you look around yourself. "We are... in a coffin?" You sat. It required effort, after not using muscles for a whole week. By the time, you took a break, you conjectured what happened. You jerked your head around and let your hands cup your lover's face. "Ple-please, please, Neige, don't do this to me. Please."

He didn't respond and the bitterness you tasted when you kissed his still warm lips confirmed that he didn't use Vil's potion. He was poisoned, and the amount left on his lips wasn't enough to take you to the same place as him. "Why didn't left anything for me? Neige..."

Your eye caught the glimmer. You went closer to notice the dagger, resting on the floor. It wasn't that visible as the weapon would be, and until you were a step from it, you could see how thin the blade was. As edge as sturdy.

The fear paralyzed you, as you came back to the coffin. But the remorse and the sight of your lover's dead body were stronger. Your whole body was shivering, a tremor affecting you more than you could ever imagine, making you go mad. Insane.

With one sharp move, you dug the blade into your chest, scared and closing your eyes.

"I am a fool."

By the time anyone arrives, it is too late to rescue you or stop the poison coursing through Neige's veins.

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In the morning sun rises, and everyone in Wonderland wakes up.

It is also the first time in two years since Neige fell asleep.

He can't feel anything. He can't sense the flaxen shirt the doctors changed him in. He can't get his mind through the haze, that has been floating around his thoughts just after he drank the poison. He can't answer the calls of the doctors and his friends, dwarfs, who are gathering around his bed.

But he can open his eyes.

And once he does, the silence is overcoming. When the fact finally sinks in everyone's heart, a great cheer flies across the room. Some of the gathered give Neige comforting touch or reassuringly squeeze his hand.

It takes him some time to realize what is happening, why is he in the hospital room, why people are crying around him and why you aren't the first one he sees once he wakes up. His habit of kicking you while sleeping was something you complained and teased him about. Even if he didn't wake you in his sleep, when he was getting up, his knee would always hit your arm or stomach, waking you up and having you buck him off the bed as revenge.

What he also can do, except for trying to stay awake and catching things his visitors chatter around him, is to try to remember. He didn't lose his memories! It just needs some effort to get them back from the darkest recesses of his mind! And then to regret it.

A whole wave of memories hits him like a tsunami, not leaving him space to breathe and see anything else than chaos, now replaced by the memories of you two.

The kisses. The promises. The vowes. The proposal. The struggles. The tenacity to get over your problems. The plan. The dead body of yours.

He doesn't have to turn around to know that you aren't in a hospital bed beside him. He remembered some of the talks of his friends when he was sleeping. Now everyone is waiting for him to return.

"Neige! You've finally woke up, huh!" Che'nya chippers, his voice cracking at last words. He is relieved about the news and only bad Neige's condition stops him from throwing himself at his arms and spreading the revelation to everyone... No, not even Neige himself can stop him from the latter.

Neige wasn't going to stop him. His mind still replayed the "finally woke up" part, as if the film stopped at the most painful scene, then broke and started to replay the scene once again. And again.

He turned his head on the side, letting the tears run down his cheeks.

He really can't feel anything.

"That," Neige manages to whisper under his breath. It is the first time he tries to say anything, and grievously struggles to put his words together. "is- is... so cruel." Everyone stared at him in silence, the same way they did when Neige and his dead lover were found. His cry brings tears to everyone's eyes, having many people bow under the weight of sorrow and put a hand over their lips to not let themself break again. "I didn't want to wake up..!"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst neige #neige #neige leblanche #neige x reader #neige leblanche x reader #neige blanche x reader #angst #tw suicide #suicide tw

[taintedevesayori]

⚰️ Diatober ⚰️

Day Seven: Poison | Prompts by @fruit-of-infidelity | Masterlist

((This occurs in the same timeline as Day 6: Rivalry and is the first part in a four part miniseries that will include this, Day 14: Possession, Day 25: Corpse and Day 26: Insanity))

Part 1: Poison, Part 2: Possession, Part 3: Corpse, Part 4: Insanity

Sayo stared up at the tree. It wasn’t dying, but it wasn’t blooming either. She wished the whole thing would just wilt already, but apparently she wasn’t that lucky. Although, she was living with the Sakamaki family now, so maybe that was why it was in a state of limbo. But even if there weren’t any actual blossoms on the tree, there was a singular red apple sitting at the base of it. She walked over, fairly curious. She had never seen anything like this before. Who knew if this was the sort of change she wanted to this pavilion. 

When she picked up the apple, she noticed that it was rather strange. It seemed to have an unnatural shine to it and was giving off a very sweet scent. There was a strong urge to take a bite, but Sayo managed to resist it. Surely nothing good would come of eating an apple from this pavilion of Eden, where she was supposed to be Eve. And so, she dropped it right back where it was. 

“Sayo.”

The voice was quiet, but she still heard whoever it was calling from behind her. She quickly turned around, only to stare in shock at what was behind her. 

“S-Shiro…?”

He was standing there, looking exactly as he had before his death. As a kid, he had always looked so strong and confident to her, but now seeing him as a child again, he looked so vulnerable. His expression was consumed with anxiety. 

“You’re going to die in that house!” 

“What? Why would you-?!”

Before she could even finish her sentence, he was gone as suddenly as he had appeared. Instead, he was replaced with someone else. She stared at the empty space where he had been, unaware that there was a figure behind her. 

“You there…” the figure whispered, although it sounded as if it had come from all sides of her instead of directly behind. 

She glanced around in confusion, anxiety settling within her. When she finally turned back to the tree, she saw the shadowy figure standing there, watching her. She could tell it was a woman with long hair, but nothing else about her. The woman was holding the apple that had been sitting on the ground a few moments ago. 

“Take it,” she held it out for Sayo. “It will help you.”

Shiro had just warned her that she was in danger. Nothing like this had ever happened before. There was no way she could trust this woman. 

“No.”

The woman frowned. The apple was meant to be a temptation, so how was Sayo able to resist the urge to take a bite? If she was Eve, she should have taken it when she first saw it. 

“What a stubborn child,” the woman laughed lightly before disappearing. 

Sayo didn’t have the time to even let her guard down. Within seconds, the woman had grabbed her from behind. All Sayo could see were piercing green eyes as the woman shoved the apple as far into her mouth as it would go. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” the woman giggled. “I can’t allow those three to be happy after what they did to me.”

The apple began to liquify in her mouth. It was as if it was rotting. Both the taste and smell were absolutely revolting. She was definitely going to vomit. The woman let her go once the entire apple had rotted into that horrid black substance. Sayo fell to the ground as the woman continued to laugh at her. 

Sayo shot up from her bed. The taste and smell of whatever the hell that apple had become was still there. She immediately doubled over the side of the bed, throwing up blood mixed with black sludge.

#diatober #diatober 2023 #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #diabolik oc #sayori makina #cordelia sakamaki

[missvifdor]

My MC /OC /YUU, in the doorframe of the entrance to Ramshackle:

My MC /OC /YUU: W -Why ..? Grimm, I'm not crazy, it's not my birthday. Or yours yet?

Grimm: No but I'm not going to complain, it smells so good! * Dive into the assembly of packages and gift packages in pink and red *

* The First Year Gang arrives to look for MC for classes like every morning *

Deuce: Eh! I didn't know you were so popular MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: Me? Popular? I reassure you right away, in my world I was considered as the weird and silent child of the class. So popular I have never been very popular.

Ace: Do you know at least what day we have?

My MC /OC /YUU: No ...?

Jack: It's Valentine's Day * Sniff the air * Ugh! All this sugar gives me stomach ache and toothache ...

Grimm: It's so good MC! * Eyes that glow * Free chocolate! I'm going to be happy to eat it all!

Epel: Easy, Grimm, they're at MC you should ask her before you binge without permission.

Grimm: * Touching eyes and adorable gaze *

My MC /OC /YUU: * Sigh * Isn't that risking your health at least? I mean .. you really look like a cat and chocolate is poison to them.

Grimm: Who do you take me for? A vulgar animal? I'm a monster, obviously I can eat anything!

My MC /OC /YUU: Alright. You can take it but out of the question that you abuse it and fall ill afterwards, understand?

Grimm: You are the best Dorm Leader! Yahoou! * Plunges back among the packages happily *

Sebek: IF WE DON'T HURRY, WE WILL BE LATE FOR CLASSES!

My MC /OC /YUU: Sorry, Sebek, I'm making you late ... Go ahead I'll take the packages inside and I'll join you!

Jack: Do not be ridiculous, we will help you it will go faster.

* Our happy group of friends are going to their first class of the day *

* My MC /OC /YUU going to sit in his usual place *

My MC /OC /YUU: Is it really happening ...? * Turns all red * I even get flowers, now.

Ace: * Smirk * You look so shocked, like this is the first time this has happened to you, Hehe!

My MC /OC /YUU: ....

Deuce: Is this the first time this has happened to you ?!

My MC /OC /YUU: I told you before, I was not very popular and not very pretty. Boys and girls aren't really used to looking around in my path and neither am I.

Ace and Deuce: * Mumbles * His world must be filled with blind people ...

* Later that day they pass Cater, Trey and Riddle *

Cater: * Put his arm around MC's shoulders * Hello lovely young lady! What are you planning to give me for Valentine's Day? Although, you know I prefer the salty.

Riddle: Cater! This is inappropriate!

My MC /OC /YUU: Don't worry, Riddle. Well Cater, I completely forgot that it was today and I don't have a present for you, I'm sorry. Besides, why do I have to offer you one, we are not in a relationship?

Trey: Tradition has it that girls give chocolates to their friends and loved one. Doesn't that work in your world?

My MC /OC /YUU: Actually, no. Valentine's Day is only a day for couples, at least that's how it is in my country but I know that in Japan, another country, it works the same as Twisted Wonderland. But if you really want chocolates, I can make some for you, that makes me happy! I'm only sorry I didn't give them to you on the right date ...

Riddle: Don't bother if you don't want to, MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: I really don't mind, I would only need to borrow the kitchens from Heatslabyul. That of Ramshackle is not sufficiently equipped or even in good condition to work in good conditions. Dust is falling from the ceiling all the time, I wouldn't want that to end up in the preparation.

Trey: It works, come see me after class when you finish I'll give you the keys to the kitchen.

* Later that day, in Heatslabyul's kitchen *

My MC /OC /YUU: Well let's see ... Rose and violet chocolates are for Riddle. The orange and blood citrus ones are for Trey. The spicy beef and chicken mini skewers are for Cater. Ace has his pastry cream strawberries. Deuce to his red berry and chocolate pancakes. Leona ... Her filet mignon meal basket with sweet and salty honey. Ruggie his donuts and donuts are ready, all they need to do is garnish and fill them. Jack doesn't like things that are too sweet or unhealthy ... so a mango and coconut sorbet. Azul pays close attention to her figure, so poached pears in honey. Jade un Canteloupe and blueberries with green tea and lime. Floyd strawberry chocolates in the shape of shrimp and sea animals. Kalim and Jamil hot chili chocolates and rhubarb and date jam that they can put on homemade brioche toast. Vil, Rook and Epel fresh fruit salad, French pancakes with rum and apple clafoutis. Idia ... chocolate and peanut butter pop cake with a Bubble Tea with tapioca pearls and mango and candies for Ortho. Malleus popsicles in the shape of a gargoyle and a bouquet of chocolate in the shape of roses, Lilia macaroons with mint and vanilla in the shape of a bat, Sebek ... A mini figurine of Malleus in dark chocolate and food coloring, for Silver it will be passion fruit Pasteis De Nata. And Grimm ... Squid with seafood and vegetables. Lord! I've never cooked for so many people! I'll put it all in the fridge and go home!

* My MC /OC /YUU coming home exhausted *

My MC /OC /YUU collapsing on Ramshackle's living room couch: Lord! I am so tired!

Grimm: Your hands smell full of delicious smells! Am I going to have some too?

My MC /OC /YUU: * Smells his hands and grimaces * Ugh! It especially smells like chocolate fish! It makes me sick ... I'm coming back I'll try to make this smell available, by all the gods ...

* Grimm who decides to wait for him while eating another packet of chocolate intended for MC *

Grimm: * Starts at coughed, disgusted * Yuck! These taste too weird !!

My MC /OC /YUU who comes back with his hands washed aggressively: You make a funny face, what's happening to you?

Grimm: These chocolates are too weird, I don't like them.

My MC /OC /YUU : Let me see? * Frowns and takes a chocolate to eat it * * Chew gently * Hmm ... it's true they have a weird aftertaste ... I feel weird ... M-My head spinning ... I can't feel my legs anymore ... * Fainted on the ground *

Grimm: Nyah! MC! Don't move, I'll get help!

* A few hours after taking MC to the infirmary, the strange chocolates were analyzed and an emergency meeting of the leaders and vice-dormitory leaders be given *

Professor Crewel: The results are clear ... The chocolates contained a love potion prepared in the most mediocre manner I have ever seen. So this has the effect on the Prefect of Ramshackle that she is falling into a deep sleep.

Kalim, with tears in his eyes: Is there no cure ?!

Crewel: Yes.

Leona, hiding her concern with aggression: And ?!

Crowley: The only solution for my dear MC to wake up is the ... The kiss of true love ...

Azul: I thought it only existed in children's books .. What if it doesn't work? How is it supposed to work?

Trein: That's the problem. The person kissing MC must be the person they love.

Ace who holds Grimm in his arms because the poor thing is absolutely devastated: Does MC at least love someone ?!

Jade: You are his closest friends, you should know that.

Deuce: MC never talks to us about that kind of thing and neither do we, she says all the time that it's her private life and that it's none of our business .... Oh MC ...

Jamil: Grimm, do you know?

Grimm who sniffs and holds back his tears: NOOooOoo ...!

Ace: Don't worry Grimm, we'll find the person who did this to her and she better be sorry for even entering this school.

Azul: Floyd will certainly be happy to help you find him, he has a special affection for MC.

Riddle: You can count on us too! We will make him regret acting in a manner so disrespectful and dangerous towards MC and the school rules!

Crowley: Come on gentlemen, let's try to act in a neutral and professional manner * Whisper to himself * If I find this little fool I'll be happy to kick him out of this school forever!

Malleus: If you let me deal with this man's case personally, I can assure you that he will never return to this school. Because he won't have any legs at all.

Idia: I'm still going to do some research approach to find out if there are no other solutions with MC!

Ortho: Big Bro, you'll have to come and try to wake MC up with a kiss first.

Idia panics immediately: I- I don't think it will work w-with me! How could MC love a geek like m-me ?!

Ortho, happily: Don't devalue yourself, Big Bro ! You have all your chances!

Rook: Oui, Mon cher, you have every chance! MC must obviously have noticed your unique charm!

Ruggie: * Whispers mockingly * Ah that, to be unique, he is! Shishishishi!

Lilia: * Laugh slightly * Let's see if our dear Idia has the courage to come out of his den.

Vil: That's enough you two, what we're talking about is serious. It is not time for jokes!

Trey, whispering sadly to himself: And to think that a few hours ago MC and I were talking in the kitchen and cooking like nothing had happened ... She had put so much heart into her preparations...

* Everyone is gathered in the infirmary plus the rest of the boys *

Riddle who blushes a lot: So uh ... how do we do it? Are we in line?

Crewel: The best is if you all wait outside and come one by one to Miss MC. If either of you ever wakes her up, I think you both need to discuss it.

The boys went by one by one and finally ....

Twisted boy: Okay ... It's my turn. * Enter the infirmary and approach MC * Hi MC. I'm sorry to kiss you without your consent but ... we have no other solutions at this time. Please forgive me .. * Kiss her *

My MC /OC YUU: * Wakes up coughing very hard until spitting out a piece of half-melted chocolate * WHAT THE HELL ?!

Twisted boy: You're awake! * Hugs her *

My MC /OC /YUU: * hugs him back * What's going on ?!

Twisted boy: * Explain everything to her * That's why I kissed you. Aren't you angry?

My MC /OC /YUU: No, no! I understand that was the only solution, thank you for freeing me from the negligence of the fool who gave me these cursed chocolates!

* My MC /OC /YUU finally realizes what it means *

My MC /OC /YUU: So uh .. Yeah I love you I guess ... But if you don't feel anything for me I totally understand and we can stay like we are now! I promise not to make this awkward or weird!

Twisted boy: Actually, it's good because ... I also feel the same way but I didn't know how to tell you.

My MC /OC /YUU: ... So ... you wanna go on a date with me?

Twisted boy: I would love that!

* Grimm who goes into the infirmary like a cannonball *

Grimm: MC! YOU ARE ALIVE ! MY HANDMAN, YOU WON'T EAT ANY MORE WITHOUT I TASTING IT FIRST! * Hopped into MC's arms to give her a hug *

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Letting Things Get too Far: (One-shot) *Contains ACOSF spoilers

This is not the fic I was going to post and I am on the fence now about posting “Love is Bright Red, Hope is Dark Blue.” I might still do it, but I don’t know, because I don’t want the six chapters to influence my perception, but OMG I am so mad. I have to laugh because I’ve never been this mad before. And I know eventually it will be okay with the rest of the book, but I cannot deal NOW with what we’ve got. I will not be unbiased, no reader in the world is unbiased when they love a book, but oooo this is a little too much. Like if you’re not deeply enraged are you even a fan? Lol

The only way I deal with emotions is writing because I get really obsessive and I cannot stop thinking about something until I change my mind about it, so I wrote a fic based on those chapters to change my mind. 

So Please don’t read this fic if you haven’t read the 5.5 chapters that were released (legally) to the world yesterday. I do have to say that I wrote this based on Italian translation and not of the one that was translated by someone here in English. But the general concept it the same. 

Summary: Nesta gets threatening (some time after she’s “healed”) 

~

Nesta could tell they were watching her. She supposed it must have seemed off to them that she was sitting in the dining room, reading a newspaper, a toast with jam and cup of tea to the side of her. Too casual, they must have thought. So very much unlike the Nesta they knew.

But one by one they sat—to the side of her of course since she’d chosen the head of the table. Nesta knew of only one other person who would dare sit across from her. She smirked behind the letters, the paper smelling of ink.

First Elain, sweet Elain with her soft, cautious good morning.

Then Feyre with her ruffled hair, matted and imperfect. Nothing like the High Lady she was supposed to be. How embarrassing, she thought, that Feyre had not yet learned that queens were to be perfect in every instance. Every circumstance.

Mor yawned loudly, stretching her arms above her head. The billowy blonde looked to Feyre as Nesta sipped a bit of tea. Green with a slice of lemon.

Amren was shushed as she came barreling in. Loudly and grumpy. Tired, perhaps, from her days going over the law books of Velaris code.

Rhysand kissed the apple of Feyre’s cheek, her little sister’s skin turning red. A honeyed gesture that made the rest gag mockingly for the way Rhys then bit down on the soft flesh and playfully pulled. He indeed sat where she thought he was going to—the only seat left closest to Feyre. His brows furrowed when he noticed her across from him, but Nesta didn’t give him the light of day.

The game had not begun.

Nesta waited for the missing player, ruffling the newspaper, the sound harsh in this room where all remained quiet. As if they were waiting for something.

Waiting for someone.

Azriel walked in, sitting to the side of her. He peered up at her. Wary and assessing. What are you up to?

She blinked at him surprised, not at all expecting that he’d be here for this—that he’d come down from the House of Wind to grace them with his presence. No matter. This talk wasn’t particularly for him, but she supposed he’d learn something too. As they all could.

The last one of them arrived with a flourish down the stairs. Bright and loud, stomping on the wood as if soldiers had been set loose in this house and not merely one male who made her smile sweetly despite herself.

He kissed her on the lips, a small peck. Something new for the others to witness. They looked at each other, mirth in their eyes—shock. But not from her happiness, Nesta thought, from their triumph. This broken girl who’d been mended when her heart was full.

“Sit down,” Nesta commanded softly, pointing her chin to the seat beside her—across from Azriel. She watched him look towards his brother, but Azriel merely shrugged.

“You waited for me?” Cassian laughed, the sound off even to her. His eyes squinting with concern… or was that vigilance she saw?

Oh, how dangerous he must know her to be to look at her like that.

Nesta smiled, her eyes softening. “I’d always for wait for you.”

Cassian lips set into a fine line at the sickly-sweet tone.

“In fact, I couldn’t have done this without you,” she gestured to the room, shrugging at the last moment. A strained laugh on her voice, “Or so they’ll say.”

Nesta set her newspaper down. The paper rumbling. Distantly she could hear the yells of soldiers, the clash of swords calling to her in her memory.

But none of that noise was here. No one said a gods-damned thing.

She sighed, sitting back in her chair, surveying them all. She could scent their fear, but Nesta didn’t know who it was coming from as she looked to food in the center. Vibrant jellies, eggs, and bacon. Much more food than any she’d consumed in her months away. She’d been reduced to plain porridge.

“Just say what you need to say, girl,” Amren said, gripping the table with her hands. Small and powerless.

Not as powerful as her anyway.

“You’re right of course, dear friend. I should get on with it as any other.”

Nesta lilted her head in a nod. “Consider this meeting long overdue. It was my fault really, for having been in such a low place. I suppose being constantly faced with death and brutality is a regular occurrence to the fae.”

She shrugged a nonchalant shoulder, huffing a laugh as Cassian’s gaze went to the skin of her collarbone from where her robe had slipped off from her shoulder. “Or so I’ve been endearingly reminded of for the past four months… It was my bad of course for letting things get too far.”

Nesta leaned forward, laying her head delicately on her hand. “Isn’t that what you said Feyre? I want to get the exact words right.”

But Feyre didn’t speak only stared at her with those blue eyes so much like hers but so different. They were made from different parts she supposed—different parts of their mother. Feyre got the stomach, and Nesta got her cold, melodic heart.

Queen indeed.

“Letting things get too far?” Nesta laughed, the sound loud even to her own ears. “Yes, I suppose that was true… But you know, this amazing thing happened when I was forced to follow this routine of yours. Have breakfast. Train. Have lunch. Work at the library. Have breakfast. Train. Have lunch. Work at the library. Over and over until I thought the monotony might kill me itself.”

Nesta smiled brightly to all of them, her eyes rolling over their gazes. Elain didn’t dare look at her. Nesta was not in the mood to comfort. What were older sisters for but to lead by example?

“If the magic and the trauma didn’t do it first,” she added.

 She lowered her voice as if she were about to tell a story, engaging her audience until all they could do was listen.

“And then—like a miracle—Cassian was called to Vallahan and I went with him. Screw the rules, he said…” Nesta patted him in the shoulder. A good little soldier. “So easy for you to say that when the rules were not made for you.”

“You know what I discovered?” She sang.

Nesta waited for an answer, but no one would meet her gaze.

She looked to the one who knew so much about the outside world. The one who could never leave the one inside her head. “What did I discover Mor?”

Mor took a sip of her mimosa, cringing as she swallowed. “People fear you.”

“People fear me,” Nesta said, proudly.

She laughed, shaking her head at these beings in pajamas who thought so highly of themselves.

She lifted a shoulder, “for good reason of course. I certainly convinced the council of Vallahan. I always knew I had this power, but to wield it—to not let it control me but to be controlled—Glorious.”

“And you know what I learned in those two weeks?” Nesta lowered her voice, the words slipping out of her in a sneer. “That I have more power in my little pinky then you have in your entire body. All of you.”

She flipped her hair back, where a stray piece had fallen forward, “I got your little treaty signed of course. That was simple. You’d be surprised how easy it is for people to give up their will when they are pissing their pants. But no matter, all’s fair right?”

“Why are you tell us this?” Rhys asked. “What do you want?”

Her eyes went to his, those violent storms of subdued rage.

Tell me again to sit like a dog High Lord, she whispered into his mind. Rhys sat straight up, Feyre grasping his arm.

Nesta simply picked up her newspaper once more. The image in the center showing a great depiction of Velaris’s royal family.

“You ever make a decision on my behalf again,” her voice turning to soft silk. As sweet as a poison apple, “I will burn this city to the ground.”

Nesta tilted her head up, noting the marbled leaves engrained in the ceiling. The opulence. The fraudulent comfort of a house too large for two.

“I think I’ll start with this estate.”

She tutted. “Paints are usually flammable, aren’t they Feyre?”

She watched her sister swallow, the light of Rhysand’s eyes dimming to a darkness she thought might engulf them all.

Nesta could smell his fear…

She lifted the cup to her lips, “Understood?”

“Duly noted.”

The rest mumbled their assent.

And Nesta turned to the toast at her side, already spread with apricot jam. She picked up the bread and set it on Cassian’s plate. “I quite like these jams. We should get some before we go.”

“Too much sugar,” he replied slowly, as if he was getting used to the switch from her being threatening to caring. “You eat this, and you’ll be tired within the hour.”

Nesta pouted in response, wrinkling her nose, “You know, you really need to lighten up. Maybe you’ve gotten harsher in your old age.”

Cassian gave her a hard look.

“I mean, you’re in your 500s. You can barely keep up with the times,” She teased. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t keep up… in other areas.”

Cassian scoffed, lifting his lips in an outrageous laugh.

“Wait” Feyre called, holding her hands up in surrender. Nesta turned to her, lifting a curious brow. Her little sister blinked back, unsure if Nesta still wanted to destroy their home.

She would never destroy her little sister’s home...

But then Nesta thought of her shabby apartment laying in rubbles, ready to be rebuilt.

Oh, right.

“Will you continue to be our emissary?”

That was a question Nesta was not expecting…

“Oh, I don’t know,” She flourished. “I suppose we’ll see how it goes.”

She shrugged dramatically, “You follow these rules… and after a couple of months, I’ll re-assess your behavior. We can revisit me working with you all after some time has passed.”

“I don’t see how you’re allowed to do whatever you please, just by being threatening,” Amren noted.

Nesta smiled at the hypocrisy.

“Subsection B, Line 84 says I can,” Nesta sang, “As long as were making up rules.”

~

I’m laughing as I type this. This book is about to be a cathartic experience. It actually did make me feel better to write this. 

I wish someone would release an epub already. Like fuck this shit, we’ve bought three versions, two versions, one versions, multiple versions. There’s only a week left. It hardly matters, release the PDF! The book was supposed to be out last month anyway. I’m not into self-righteousness right now, like the release of books is mostly about money. Sara has earned her part. I’m sure she’s happy. These are the people who hardly cared about promoting it at all. I think they threw this book out the window a long time ago and you know what they saved money on promotions too. They’ll be fine. 

I’m clearly displacing my anger... But I cant handle this anymore... But I cant stay away. 

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