#hey you know who else is mortal tho

[crowreys-wormstache]

Do you think he slipped back into his old ways when he lost her again? Do you think he screamed at paintings of himself, demanding to know how he could have been so selfish that once he realized he'd fallen for her, he hasn't sent her away and instead let her lay with him? Did he ask himself how could he ever have loved her if he let her forsake her chance at paradise for him?

How did Dracula handle losing Lisa all over again?

#it's always 'Alucard survived his polycule' this #'Sypha and Trevor are dead' that #hey you know who else is mortal tho #Lisa Tepes #you know the woman whose first death made dracula do genocide? #Anyway personally I think whether he'd go insane again would largely depend on whether she died of old age or no #cuz i think he can handle the fact that humans die but if his healer wife died of an incurable disease? #yeah no i can't see drac not spiralling about that #draculisa #castlevania #netflix castlevania #castlevania nocturne #vlad dracula tepes #jess talks

[kiri-tatsu]

This time I won't leave your side

you died before their eyes many years ago barely lived your life, you still had many years before you, this time you come back to them, living and breathing again. Was this a sick joke played by Celestia on them? But no matter, they wish for more as you are back, after all they will love you a thousand more times no matter how you come back to them, they will always be able to tell it's you.

tw- some angst, reader death, fluff, strictly platonic(Qiqi & Nahida), the rest could be read as platonic or romantic, leaning more to romantic on them tho, characters- venti, zhongli, raiden, nahida, wanderer/scaramouche, xiao, aether, lumine, albedo, and qiqi

Venti

A man, a bard, a god, an archon, immortality was granted to him when he be came the Anemo archon, whether it be a curse or a gift, he didn’t know anymore. But he knew it was a curse bared by him the moment he found his beloved laying in a field full of bloodied flowers.  

If only he had been quicker, or if he never let them go alone by themselves to do their commissions, then maybe, they wouldn’t be six feet under.  

Every day he would visit their grave in the late hours of the night, sit and talk with a bottle of dandelion wine, as if they were there with him. He knew no matter how much he spoke, his words will never make it to their ears.  

One day he awoke by their grave, he drunk himself drunk and decided to just spend the night with them. But there was someone else by him when he awoke, they had messy h/c, and he couldn’t see anything else.  

“Who... Who are you?” He asked as he sat up, and the stranger turned to him, and he felt his heart leap to his throat, his chest hammering, and his eyes widened in astonishment. “Good morning, sir, it seems like you had a fun night,” they smiled at him as he sighed nodding with his own smile upon his face.  

“That I did,” he knew that they wouldn’t remember anything, but to have them here now, he was happy and content. He took up one of the unfinished bottles as they sat in the grass beside him, and they spoke for hours beside the grave.

Zhongli

He lived for eons; lovers, friends, people he thought of as family, have came and gone. He should’ve been used to it by now, but no matter what he could never handle it each time he seen it.  

He is immortal, he is cursed with seeing mortals he grows close to die in front of his eyes no matter what, that is just the way of life. No matter how many times he sees it, he will never grow used to it.  

Rain poured from the night skies heavily one night, it was difficult to see, and he knew as he waited for his love, they might perish in the storm. The next morning, he was right, someone awoke and seen their body on the side of the road, cold, and frail.  

He blamed himself no matter how much someone else told him otherwise, when the 76th director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor died and his young grandchild had taken over, he went to work of her, Hu Tao was her name.  

Visiting the grave of his beloved was painful, but every year on their birthday, on their anniversary, or even on their death anniversary, Zhongli would get up, ask Hu Tao for the day off, and sit at his beloved grave for the whole day.  

Their birthday was coming up, so he decided to ask Hu Tao for the day off, and he was allowed to leave for the whole day. He went to go prepare; flowers, tea, some letters he written to them, and even some of their favorite food.  

When he carried all of the things in his arm, he nearly dropped some of the stuff, “Hey, do you need help?” That voice nearly made him freeze, but he turned with a small nod. “That would be very appreciated,” he spoke kindly to them, and when he looked into their eyes, he knew.  

He knew they had found him again on their own, and like always, he would stay by their side, until the end of his curse. He would love them no matter the shape or form in their next life, it was still his love.  

Raiden Ei/Shogun

Life and death, such a concept what hard to accept when you lived hundreds of years. No matter how much death you witness, or how much you try to forget it, it will always be there to haunt you until the end of time.  

The land of eternity was difficult to live in with all the hostile people, the lightning and all the rain, yet it was such a beautiful place. Beauty would always be found in the storm no matter how you see it, and the electro archon knew that.  

The day her darling passed due to some treasure hoarders, he promised herself to rid of all of them on her lands and that she did, well, her puppet did. Still meditating, she waited for until her puppet would come back, and this time she did with someone else in tow. 

They seemed familiar, and they looked beaten up, she looked at her puppet who looked elsewhere as she tugged on the rope that was connected to their hands. “Shogun... What is the meaning of this?”  

The person looked up at Ei, and she felt her heart drop to her stomach, their eyes formed into a glare as they looked at her, but her heart was beating rapidly against her chest. They were back again, and she was glad to have them back and alive.  

“You, what is your name?” When they stated their name, her heart fluttered as she nodded with a soft smile to herself, they are back, they are alive and breathing. They are safe now, she told herself. 

 

Nahida

She was a god of wisdom, of course she knew of reincarnation, she was locked up for nearly five hundred years, she had a bit of freedom, and she made a friend, one of the sages that had her locked up, they were nice. They wanted to go against Azar’s words and let her free, but the other sages knew of their plans, and they were disposed of.  

Nahida no matter how much she sees people come and go, she wouldn’t be able to handle it, she may be over five hundred years old, but she still was a child no matter her knowledge. She cried for hours and hours when Azar came with one of Y/n’s belongings, tainted with splotches of blood.  

When she was freed from her prison and Azar was delt with, she would stay by the blond traveler’s side at times. When they had decided to take up a rather difficult commission one day, she went with them, but even then, the two were enough, they just needed a bit more power.  

A person from out of nowhere jumped in swinging their weapon with their vision, and they turned to the three with a large smile and wiping the sweat from their brow. Paimon asked loudly for their name, and they stated it with a loud voice clearly proud of their self.  

Nahida smiled with a nod, the sage from all those years ago was back, and they were a vision wielder now. The traveler introduced them self with a smile and offered dinner as their gratitude. “And this is Nahida,” she held a hand to her chest, her heart fluttering in happiness. “It’s nice to meet you Y/n, I hope we can be friends,” again, she wanted to say but stopped herself.  

Wanderer

The betrayals, as he called them, made him into the man he was years ago, The Balladeer, Scaramouche, The Sixth of the Eleventh Harbingers. He was feared by all, but there was only one person who lived in a cottage in the forests of Snezhnaya, he stumbled across them one day during a harsh winter.  

His first thought was to rid of them for even seeing him vulnerable, but he bit his tongue and said nothing as they treated his wounds. Every few weeks he would go and visit them, but he would rather die than let them know.  

A particular harsh winter had gone over the land of ice and snow, he knew that tiny cottage wouldn’t be able to keep them safe, so when he went to go visit them after the ice storm had passed, he was met with his fellow harbinger dragging their body out of the home.  

“Oh, you need not to worry for them, they are my latest experiment Balladeer,” and he bitterly turned on his heel and went back, their smile and kind eyes pushed into the dark backside of his mind.  

When he resided in Sumeru and received his Anemo vision, and his pasts memories as The Balladeer, surprisingly their smile was the first thing he had gathered in his mind. The lands of Sumeru were hot on the day he strolled around, going about his day aimlessly.  

He bumped into someone, a small scoff leaving his mouth, “I am so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going!” They rambled as they picked up their things, and they looked up at him with a small frown. His breath hitched as they smiled at him softly, “I’m sorry again,” and they turned on their heel and walked away from him.  

Without knowing his own feet moved on their own, and he followed after them without another words, they turned with a smile and he held his face flush. It wouldn’t be so bad to open up to someone now after all that he has been through.  

Xiao

The Yaksha, a protector of Liyue, a conqueror of demons, and an adepti. He wished to only rest one night, but in the dead of night, he heard the faint whisper of his name. With a wisp of black and teal, he was met with the sight of his beloved covered in blood and fatui agents and gunners surrounding their body.  

All he saw was red as he felt his mask consume his face, there he slayed the ones who caused his dear harm, and once they were slayed, he dropped to his knees by their side. Tears cascading down his cheeks as he took their dying into his arms, their cold hands raising to gently brush some of his tears away.  

They spoke lowly, “I love you,” and with that their body fell limp in his arms, be forced himself to carry their body and bury them, no matter how much it tormented his heart. And he forced himself to promise to never go to another mortal or love ever again.  

Lantern Rite, the time to be happy, to let xiao lanterns float up into the sky, and spend time with your loved ones or ever friends. But this was yet only year he no longer had his beloved by his side, but instead the blonde traveler and their floating fairy by their side came up to the balcony of Wangshu Inn.  

Following behind them was another person, bright/dark eyes, and a smile on their face as they carried a xiao lantern in their hands. “Xiao, this is Y/n,” and his heart fluttered hearing their name, but he crossed his arms and closed his eyes trying to keep his composure. “It’s nice to finally meet you, conqueror of demons,” they said with a smile making him want to hug them tightly and never let them go, but this wans’t his beloved.  

This one was a new Y/n, not the one he used to know, but still, he will try to make some conversation, “Likewise mortal.” 

Aether

A lone traveler from another world, traveling with his sister, but he lost her along the way to this new world. Teyvat... It was strange, but it was a newly welcomed adventure. The person he met was a beautiful/handsome person in his eyes. He thought he shouldn’t get too attached until he found his sister, but that was inevitable.  

They easily broke past his flimsy walls he put up; teasing him for hours that they would spend together, but he knew nothing of this world’s horrors. He thought he was safe just carrying around a sword unknowing of visions.  

One day he ventured out to find some fruit leaving his beloved alone in their makeshift camp, and hearing a scream from a bit aways, he turned and ran back. If only he didn’t leave, then maybe he wouldn’t be cradling their body in his arms as they smiled up at him, their eyes closed as they held his hand limply. 

And then he found himself staring out into space reminiscing about his days before his floating child companion, she was complaining about something, but he couldn’t hear her as he stared at the person before him. They waved their hand in front of his face as he final was snapped out of his daze.  

“I’m sorry... What were you saying?” They let out a small chuckle as he felt his cheeks flush, “I was asking what would you like to order?” Oh, that what Paimon was yelling about, food. But he knew not what to say his words seeming to die on his tongue the more he looked at the person before him.  

Who knew reincarnation was possible in this world, but then again it was full of surprise that he was willing to discover as long as this Y/n stays by his side safely at all times.  

Lumine

An abyss princess, she was forced to see death and destruction. In every world she traveled with her brother, it was always different, but this was the first time she traveled alone without him.  

Back in Khaenri’ah, she was alone, but she bet a blond man, and another person, her first love in this world. They were an amazing person; kind, calm, beautiful in her eyes, and she told them after a few years of friendship.  

And when she was going to propose to them, the archons of this world has decided, Khaenri’ah should be no more. Blood, fire, death was everywhere as people ran and screamed for their lives, but where was Y/n? 

They were no where in sight as Lumine ran around trying to find them, just as she was about to run into a building the roofs began to cave in, and before she could react, she was pushed out the way.  

Her honey-colored eyes turned to see a familiar head of hair get crushed by the fallen debris, and she knew, her love sacrificed their self for her. With a heavy heart, and tears in her eyes as she moved to leave, she looked to see the sky painted red, and fire reaching towards the heavens.  

Hundreds of years later she looked over a cliff to watch her brother, the blond man, and a floating child. Took caught up in her gaze, she failed to notice a person running to her, swinging a claymore around.  

But before she could get hit by their attacks, she raised her own sword and their blades collided as sparks flew from the two metals. Her breath hitched as they jumped back, their weapon coated in elemental energy as they grinned at her widely. “And so the abyss princess knows to fight,” they snarked with their eyebrows furrowed with that grin upon their face.  

“You... What is your name?” They slung their weapon over their shoulder with their grin still upon their face as they jabbed their thumb to their self. “Names Y/n, princess.”  

Albedo

Relationship; complicated, complex, and too much effort to maintain, it’s what he always thought. He knew any type of relationship relied on communication, quality time, and even effort.  

And somehow, some way, a mortal managed to worm their way into his heart, his darling, his love, his first; Y/n. They were his everything, his friend, his lover, his muse, the reason for him to live. He wanted nothing but to have them in his life for all eternity.  

But he was too late, too late to do anything when a sword impaled his darling, all he saw was red as he slayed the beings that harmed them, and when he fell to his knees by their side he was too late to even be there in their last moments.  

And after that he never left his lab, be it the one in Dragonspine, or even the one in the one in the Knights of Favonius building. The only time he would turn to see something else other than his research was Sucrose bring more supplies or Klee pestering him.  

Out of material for his latest experiment, he heaved a heavy sigh as he looked around his lab; messy, dirty, unorganized, maybe he’ll clean up once he comes back. Leaving his lab, he walks slowly, how long has it been since he left? How long did he stay with his experiment?  

His eyes trailed up to the sun; how long has it been since he had been outside? His legs carried him until he collided with another being. “Oh, I’m sorry,” they spoke as Albedo rubbed his head and looked up at them and their outstretched hand.  

His heart nearly stopped beating in his chest, “Uhm... Hello?” They questioned a bit awkward from his staring. Shaking his head, he took their hand as they pulled him up, and gave him a smile, “Sorry for bumping into you, I was told by Sucrose to help deliver these to Albedo,” his eyes still couldn’t leave them, but how could he not? His Y/n was back.  

He sighed taking in reality, his Y/n was gone... This one was a new one, “That would be me, my apologies, I am a bit out of it,” they smiled at him and waved their hand at him. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to form another companionship.   

Qiqi

When she heard of the passing of the person she loved as her parent when she was just barely a few years old to understand, she cried for hours. When she died, her memories of that person were wiped completely but at time you could hear her mention a person’s name when she rambled under her breath to herself about remembering things. 

So Baizhu had gifted her a journal to write anything and everything she possibly wanted to remember. And every day she would write about everything and anything, some days she wouldn’t have anything for her journal.  

One day she was writing in her journal, and in strolled in the Traveler and Paimon, and her eyes looked up at them a bit disinterested. “Doctor Baizhu is not here... Qiqi will help you instead,” and a person accidently bumped into the traveler making a Qiqi look at them.  

“You are clumsy... Apologize,” she said as they helped up the blond and looked down at the little girl, “Hi Qiqi, Doctor Baizhu sent me to come get these for him,” they handed the little girl a slip of paper giving her a smile.  

She took the paper with a little smile at the mention of her caretaker as she looked down at the paper, “Qiqi will get this for you...” She smiled up at them as she turned on her heel and gathered what the paper said, when she returned, they were talking with the traveler.  

“Qiqi, has gotten what Y/n needed,” she said not realizing what she said, and the person turned to her with a surprised look, before they shook their head and gave her a pat on her hat. “Thank you Qiqi,” and with that they left, and Qiqi took out her journal and wrote the name.  

It was familiar as she flipped through her journal, and saw the name on the very first page, Y/n... They had come back, and the zombie girl didn’t even know it, all she knew was she felt warm all over when she talked to them.  

im so srry this took awhile, i haven't had any motivation lately :( but i am trying my best, i have an idea for a kaveh x reader oneshot if anyone would be interested to read that when that comes out <3

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin angst #albedo x reader #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #raiden ei x reader #nahida #qiqi #aether x reader #lumine x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #venti angst #zhongli angst #raiden shogun #albedo angst #lumine angst #aether angst #wanderer angst #scaramouche angst #xiao angst

[ssparksflyy]

OMG BELLS REQS ARE OPEN AAAA

literally any kind of Leo x latina reader please cause im just in love with how you write him

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

leo valdez dating hcs! ✶ ࣪˖࿐ *

pairing: leo valdez x latina!reader warning(s): swearin + gringas this one aint for u pookies ♡♡ a/n: BRO. i had to rewrite this completely twice bcs i kept on forgetting to save it nd it would all delete 😭 also ty girlie ♡

leo valdez, certified loverboy

his lips gotta be surgically detached from you cause damn

this boy loves kissing u

big big fan of u wearing lipgloss/lipstick cause then it gets on his lips nd leaves him all heart eyes

its like his own lil trophy

nd hey it reminds the other girlies that hes taken !! not available !! go find someone else !!

so u best believe u do it w a SMIRK.

best dance partner to ever dance partner

his hands go all over u girl

but that usual firm grip on ur waist omfg 😵‍💫😵‍💫

also does not gaf if he feels like his legs r about to fall off, if u wanna keep dancing then dance he shall

only other people he would dance w are little kids who ask him to ♡

good asf with kids im afraid

he claims that its because their imaginations are still big, hence making it easier for him to actually enjoy having a conversation with them instead of like ... politics ( hes never had a convo about politics )

he so wouldve loved spending time with family if he had the chance :((

he so becomes besties w ur mama tho ♡♡

( if shes mortal ofc )

they instantly clicked when u introduced them to each other :))

ur mom loves how sweet he is nd how much he cares abt you ♡

you left for a second to go to the restroom nd came back to the comadres looking at baby pics

like ?? u left for 2 seconds ??

wdym hes already getting the family chisme shes just met this man ??

its that leo valdez charm or somethin

cause like if ur dads a mortal he also really likes him 😭

ofc hes gotta pull the whole overprotective dad bit first

but once they get talking he slowly gets more comfortable w him :))

he also appreciates how much he cares nd how he puts u first ♡♡

i feel like mortal parents would just care if they treat u right nd are loyal

or maybe they dont nd actually become stricter

....

who knows anyway back to repair boy

THE roses man

his fav flowers

he thinks it romantic its classy and hey who doesnt love a good red rose

he could spend days making you a bunch of metal flowers nd painting them nd make a bouquet

but he gives u a metal flower everyday !!

so u best believe for special occasions he buys u a big ol ramo of roses nd a cute lil plushie or somethin ♡

v cute v cute v that sould be me

u best believe when u move in together

oh yea. ur future is already planned out together

theres always something bomb for dinner

whether its homemade or ordered in, u eat good every night ♡

"but i cant cook!' dw pooks he can !!

he asked ur parent for ur fav homemade meals nd asked them to teach him how they make it :((

best believe u wake up to breakfast made every weekend

nd ofc all he asks for back is kisses ♡

im tellin u. an addict. cannot get enough. its not normal man

youve got a stash of candies in one of ur cabinets for whenever u crave themmm

constantly gotta restock up tho cause they do NOT last

u guys def talk crap in spanish

i mean obviously , who doesnt

but if u desperately need a gossip sesh but r like surrounded by ppl you whip out the spanish ykyk

sigh, i want a leo valdez ♡♡

a/n two: hope u enjoyed !! idk if these r kinda short but tbh im so sleepy nd havent had good sleep at all this week so im ending it here, have a good day/night !!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

#percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

[genericpuff]

I wanna add to the whole “hades keeping persephone’s things in a drawer” controversy. I watched all her videos the she uploaded patreon and I specifically remember Rachel herself saying that she was VERY aware it was creepy and she would not be okay with this behavior irl. She laughed it off saying that lots of romantic tropes like this would not be okay in real life—but in movies and media they get a pass because they frame it as something endearing. So she IS self aware about the whole thing at least🤷🏻‍♀️

Ugh, that just makes it kinda worse tho tbh LOL Like being self-aware of something being toxic doesn't make that toxic behavior 'okay', especially if you're intentionally romanticizing it or never making the FL in your comic aware of what her now-husband has been doing since day 1, especially in a comic that's trying to be "feminist".

Like I know it's something sold to teenage girls a LOT that it's "romantic" if the guy they "finally" ended up with was holding onto "keepsakes" from them before they dated ("omg, they were in love with me the whole time!") But a lot of people in their 20's and upwards can tell you that it's not so "romantic" when you realize that much of your relationship may have been manufactured or that the guy you're with was essentially stalking you prior to getting with you. It can make the relationship feel far more disingenuous and targeted rather than something that grew organically. Especially when it's really intimate shit that the other party should not have access to like personal letters you wrote in confidence to a friend.

Shit, I know it's not something that's "real life" because it's fantasy, but even Hades going so far as to ask the Fates for a tape of his memories that involved Persephone is a HUGE red flag - they make it VERY clear that you can't just do that, you need consent from the other parties who are involved in that memory, WHICH MAKES TOTAL SENSE, but they give it to him anyways because "aww he's in love and it's his future qween :>"

The irony that LO tries to be progressive with the notion of consent but then stomps on it every time it involves anything that isn't blatant assault. Consent applies to more than just sex. Persephone did not give consent to Hades taking the letter she had sent Hecate, she did not give consent to Hades taking the tape of memories that involved her, and she was never made aware of Hades keeping intimate objects that either belonged to her or were affiliated with her (ex. the mug with her lipstick print).

Like... is this romantic? Really? Because it seems more manipulative than anything else. I know being above the gods and even their own destinies is the nature of the Fates but that's why they typically don't directly involve themselves in the lives of mortals and gods (and in a lot of media that references them, they typically speak in riddles or don't fork over the information plainly) otherwise what would be the point of "fate" to begin with if anyone could walk up to the Fates and be like "hey, tell me something I'm not supposed to know so I can change the path I'm on."

God of War does this better than LO with the Norse equivalent of the Fates, the Norns:

Being self-aware of Hades shitty behavior does not make it okay to romanticize, it doesn't absolve Rachel of writing a toxic romance and selling it as "couple goals". Especially in a comic that claims to be feminist and aware of the importance of consent. If that's the case, Persephone needs to learn the meaning of the word 'no' and Hades needs to learn that he can't have whatever he wants just because he's a King.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #antiloreolympus #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

[journey-to-the-attic]

I've just discovered the pet zoo au and I.am.obsessed.

NO CUZ LIKE IMAGINE IK AND BELPHIE LISTENING TO "WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY" AND BELPHIE JUST STARTES MAKING FOX NOISES ON THAT PART.

Also for some reason I think beels "woof" would be like that one meme with the husky where the humans are trying to sush it and he just lets out the most definde 'woof' ever.

Another thing,what if they tried to write out their names??? Like Satan steps in int and tries to make multuple paw prints on a paper to draw out his name in a way (he fails)

Also, it's said that crows can learn some words...what if crow Mammon (due to being magic as well) manages to start saying a few words and even starts making full on sentences. Can just imagine him flying through the window and landing in front of Ik and her dad like "feed me mortals or perish" as a joke to freak them out BC 'omg a talking crow' AND THEY INSTEAD START SCREAMING THWIR BUTTS OFF WHILE MAMMON IS TRYING TO CALM THEM DOWN BUT IT ONLY TURNS WORSE.

On the talking crow Mammon topic,what if he tells Ik what the others want to tell her?? Like "Yeah Lucifer wants you to put more Britney Spears" or "Levi wants to watch you play this game" or "Asmo says you gotta go pet him"

(wanna hear more from you tho BC I like your hcs, they're funny and silly)

orders given, orders received (/j i've been wanting to talk more about this au too!!)

i love the idea of the brothers attempting to communicate their names,, i feel like lucifer and/or satan would come up with some really smart method of going about it (like laying out books or ripping up a newspaper and using the letters), but ik and her dad are just like 'ah, what silly animal antics' and clean up the mess without even noticing what they're trying to spell out

so at first they just all have nicknames-

lucifer: peter (as in Peter the Peacock)

mammon: car (crow goes "caw!", caw sounds like 'car', ergo, car)

levi: socks (on the first morning after they took the animals in, ik found him trying to hide inside one. it's also funny because usually you get cats or dogs named this)

satan: paddy (aunt lisa picked this one - as in st paddy, for his green eyes)

asmo: duchess (ik had a feeling he'd like it)

beel: boof (it's the noise he makes)

belphie: hu (from the chinese word for fox (zhao picked this one). sometimes it's extended to hu-hu)

at first, satan and asmo are the only ones who like their new nicknames, while everyone else is mostly neutral on theirs, apart from lucifer, who HATES his

however, he still responds to it, so really it's his fault that it sticks

eventually everyone warms up to their new nicknames, but they'd still like their new family to know their actual ones

i like the idea of mammon learning speech, so yes he'd be the one to eventually relay the message!

he hops around on ik's shoulder going "lucifer! lucifer! lucifer!", and ik thinks her crow friend is conducting a ritual up until she realises he keeps pointing his beak at peter the peacock

she does switch to their actual names once she learns them, but in her head she still tends to refer to them by their nicknames, and they still respond when she uses them aloud

mammon's language would be more fluent than a regular crow's, but i don't think he'd generally be able to string together full sentences

so it's more like a "hey! food!" when he's hungry, "kid? okay?" when he's concerned, "levi. bowl. broke!" when he's snitching

he can manage full sentences if he tries really hard, but he usually can't be bothered, so he saves them for when he's serious

for example, if ik were getting bullied, he would go full fluency mode to say "i'm gonna kill them for you"

the other brothers are mostly happy to just chill (particularly levi and belphie), but lucifer gets so restless with no work to do that he starts assigning himself random chores to occupy himself

for example he's decided it's his job to open all the curtains in the morning and close them at night

ik starts bringing home random worksheets from school and lucifer will just sit there staring at them (he doesn't have hands to write with so he just has to answer mentally)

levi has a little box by the window from which he can see the tv and also sunbathe

ik brings home a sheet of stickers so that he can pick some to decorate with

beel is SUCH a big dog that he would take up the whooole sofa or bed if he sat there, so usually he very politely sticks to the floor

but then they buy him a big blanket and he starts carrying it with him from room to room to rest on (belphie also steals it a lot)

everyone has their own little spots around the house where they usually stay, apart from mammon, who is nearly always found on ik's shoulder

if ik isn't home he will stand on zhao's head instead

satan nearly always sleeps on either ik or zhao's bed and at some point his habit extends to the others, so they start taking it in turns being 'guards' for both humans at night

lucifer pretends to be above it as if he DOESN'T trot himself right to rooms and stay there the whole night as soon as it's his turn

whenever ik's stressed out from school she comes home and just plonks herself on beel

he's such a big dog that he barely even feels it so he's perfectly happy to be a big fluffy pillow

levi spends most of his time in his box but he'll also be quite happy to go around the house draped around ik's neck and listening to her narrate her whole day to him

sometimes ik brings asmo ribbons and such and he gets so excited that he does that jumpy twisty thing rabbits do (i think it's called binkying?)

asmo and satan both get the zoomies but satan's always so embarrassed about it afterwards, while asmo simply owns the energy and then flops over for pats afterwards

belphie's normally very quiet and docile but occasionally he'll just SCREAM and it scares everyone in the house

#answering asks #anon asks #pet zoo au #jtta aus #i'm thinking about how this was proposed as a post-fall sort of nightbringer au.... #there's so much potential in translating the brothers' nightbringer development in this au #but aside from the drama i think getting to be animals just chilling with these two nice humans would be a form of therapy in and of itself #since satan's still newborn here maybe his love for cats in this au comes from having been one during this situation #that reminds me though... eventually they'll have to fix this #diavolo and barbatos figure out where the brothers have ended up and arrive to bring them to the devildom as they were meant to go #so they're trying to secretly sneak them out to turn them back to normal and stuff #but it turns into kid's movie slapstick as ik and her dad assume they're Nefarious Animal Control Guys attempting kidnap #and the brothers aren't really making it much easier because... they kinda want to stay here now #but eventually they will have to go and oh no now i've made myself sad thinking about it

[fluffypotatey]

heyyy isnt it wild how when characters say that mk "literally never listens" that is Also a case of unreliable narration. mk listens a lot actually!! he listens to macaque's "you don't use a weapon, you ARE the weapon" monologue in 1x09. he listens to mac again in shadow play (since he was able to quote back the "then be a warrior!" bit). actually now that i think of it there are a lot lot lot of times when mk deliberately echoes someone else's dialogue and clearly he had to have been listening to them and internalizing it bc otherwise he wouldnt be able to repeat it (things like "chose the wrong successor," "to pain," and "harbinger of chaos" come to mind). the thing is tho that mk usually tends to listen to + internalize things that hurt him or otherwise confirm his own fears. so its actually worse in the long run for him!! :D

imagine you are MK. most of your life before this whole story began was you working under Pigsy, your boss/dad, and hanging out with Mei, your best friend in the world.

constantly, you will have Pigsy screaming up a storm about employee etiquette and how MK should clock in on time and “if you ever come to work late again, i’ll fire you!” or you have Tang telling you beautiful stories in exchange for free food because every tale he spins is magical and adventurous. or you have Mei who is a little bit like the little devil on your shoulder egging you on to another game or arcade or movie or outing because both of you never truly had a friend until you met each other and never know when to end your time hanging out.

and we see this in the second episode of season 1, where MK feels pulled in every direction with his job, spending time with Mei, helping out Sandy, and training with the Monkey King. EVEN BY S1 HE IS AT THE END OF HIS ROPE!!! And did anybody truly notice????? DID THEY????

and yeah, Pigsy, Mei, and Minky King are the big contenders for telling MK he isn’t listening, and honestly MK does have a problem with understanding the intent and meaning behind what his friends are saying as he’ll only take in the superficial. however, when it comes to the most stressful and dire times, MK is all ears.

he absolutely understood LBD’s words when she put him and his self worth down, he understood Macky’s ire and vitriol (and was able to piece together that most of Macky’s words are a shield), he understood SWK’s aversion for allowing MK and the gang’s help with finding the rings because of their mortality

here is my assumption of what MK is learning from the people around him (bc my personal headcanon is that MK learns and understands how to behave and react from the people in his circle):

he’s learning that his friends’ needs are more important than his own

he has learned that a lot of his worries are meaningless because they typically get brushed off

in addition to that, he learned that if he has any issues, it would be better to keep them to himself because it truly is no big deal and will find some resolution eventually

he learns that nobody is fully certain he can do things on his own

he learns that many people (the villains) believe he’s someone they can mold into their own

MK is internalizing a lot of shit. and we see a snippet of that behavior I think in s3 where he bemoans about not being good enough for SWK and Pigsy’s is like “woah, wait a minute….did that asshole really say that to you???”

and the thing is, Wukong didn’t say that nor would he ever intend to say something that would make MK think little about himself; however, Wukong has his own issue of never elaborating on shit, so while he may have said “listen, bud, this journey is super dangerous and life threatening, and you’re still mortal so it would be best if you stayed here” what MK heard was “since you’re still a weak mortal, this mission isn’t cut out for you”

and yeah it just eloquently shows how MK internalizes the worst of people’s words (hey, like mentor like student, am I right? 👀) which is why it is so easy for the antagonists to creep into his head (LBD, Mac, Azure, Ink!MK, possibly PIF???)

but yeah, what you said, bestie

#my voice is gone T^T #caput #anyway #love when characters internalize their issues and words others have said about them #MK needs to talk it out #will he? idk #lmk #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #asks

[charizardstolemynickname]

TOH S3 EP3 REACTION, AKA, THE SERIES FINALE PEOPLE!!!!!!!

I have no idea how long this will take me, just as a warning idk how long it will take me to watch and write all this, its about an hour long episode so

LETS GO!

Woah, instantly, King's dad maybe?? Or just some other titan guy is telling Luz to wake up from maybe the mirror realm thing established? Cool!

Now Luz, how the hell did you get there? "How did I get here?" LUZ DON'T STEAL MY QUESTION

Oh fuck she is in the emporer's.. temple? Already forgot the name, but i assume its some sort of dream as, this was destroyed? By the collector? Who knows really

WOAH guys, Bump as stone ain't funky, i actually came around to liking that guy, they were dolls last time we saw them!!!! Definitely some form of dream

"Don't you remember?" From Amity CONFIRMED to me that its a dream, there is 0 way we are gonna witness a breakup this episode, I refuse

Amity looks so good with this hair I can't lie, idk if I have commented on this before, but if so, I will say it again, she rocks it! And I want her moon necklace and shoes, that's a given

"This isn't a dream, it is a nightmare!" Love that it took until her girlfriend was trying to kill her for her to realise, fucking love Luz man

EDA!!! LOVELY TO SEE YOU, as always. HARPY EDA`1 ...In prison. Well, it is a lovely call back to season 1 episode 1 so I will accept it!

AAHHHH Her first thought after seeing her mum and sister is "THANK GOD, now lets go find king" I LOVE TOH FAMILY

"Dangerous beasts need to be kept in cages" I know this is a dream, but Lilith queen, you ARE a DANGEROUS BEAST TOO, Eda come on, don't fall for this, have a lightbulb moment like Luz

WOAH DON'T BRING HER DAD INTO IT! DON'T DO THAT TO MY GIRL,, she will cry! Collector (I assume its you) THIS ISN'T VERY NICE

King: *gets jump scared by the guy who is trying to kill him and his species and who wear's his family's skulls"

Also King: "Bill! You crazy jerk! How did I get here?" THAT IS AN UNDERREACTION KING....... See, I TOLD YOU it was an underreaction! He is now trying to decapitate you!

WILLOW! Well. What else did you expect from a nightmare Luz?

GUS! GOD I love Gus, even mean dream Gus is iconic, what a performer

HUNTER! "He was more than a paslisman, he was my best friend." ....guys I won't lie, its a bit difficult to still be in denial about Flapjack, ngl.

.....The challenging to a witch's battle thing made the really intense moment, really not tense anymore because it feels like something out of like harry potter or something

"bip. boop." .....Luz, bestie, what are you doing, because whatever it is, its hilarious. "But you aren't amity!" WE ESTABLISHED THIS BRO, whether its a dream/nightmare or some illusion, IT DOESN'T MATTER, it still isn't real.... maybe she was making a joke when she said nightmare.

OOO PUPPET STRINGS! Cute.

Woahhh rubix cubes exist here?! KING EDA AND LUZ REUNITED, "Are you both really here?" AHSUHDKLDF fuck I will cry

"Ray-Ray" I HOPE WE ALL STEAL THIS NICKNAME FOR RAINE

"King is going to hate me for this" AWWWWW, I mean. Totally not aww, the collector is doing evil things. "My powers don't work on king." "The dog?" "Yeah, cause he is a titan" the Collector just told Belos the biggest fucking news, but also Belos calling King the dog just makes me think that King is like scooby doo or somethin

HEY DON'T HIT FRANCOIS, fucking bully you are Belos, that was not cool!

ABSJHNFEOFN OWLBERT AND STRINGBEAN FRIENDS, AND EDA BEING EXCITED ABOUT LUZ'S PALISMAN!

"....Do you not understand what death means to mortals?" Well. As an immortal, probably not, but as a KIDDO, definitely not, again, feel bad for the Collector, if only we get just stick our heads back on after we chop them off (Eda can legit do that tho wait-)

RAINE you are back! Oh well, you were. "Annoying powerful" just say you are jealous broski, Raine IS great, love them

OOOO Amity is moving, slowly. Huh.

ARE THEY PLAYING PACMAN?! AND NOW MARBLES!? Awww, see, they are just a kiddo!

JENGA! Iconic group of games. Poor Collector just wants toys and friends bless them

"The archivists, my siblings" Man, TMA fan in me was like "JON IS YOUR SIBLING?! Makes sense."

......AWWW. WAIT WHAT NO. Okay. so BASICALLY, the Collector's siblings went "go play with the titans, we don't like you" blah blah, and THEN when the collector goes and plays with the titans (especially the little guys, like King) THE SIBLINGS GOT UPSET SO KILLED OFF EVERY TITAN?! But King's dad went to the Collector "YOU are the bad guy, I am hiding king from you and trapping you" DAMN IT

"I know its just pretend, but I don't care, i will pretend for as long as I want"...... Okay well again, THERE IS NO NEED FOR THE HARD HITTING LINES BRO

RAINE ARE YOU BACK?! Hell yeah, bard magic is sick, HELL YEAH, Raine pal don't injure yourself BUT GO SAVE EDA i think Belos means Eda anyway

...this isn't King's heart is it? Like, how would that work? Maybe its King's dad's heart? Idk

NOOO THE GOO GOT ONTO THE HEART, Belos that was mean, BUT RAINE YOU DID SO WELL, IGNORE BELOS YOU DID AMAZINGLY

OKAY so it isn't King's heart, that's good, i was confused

NOOOOOOo STEVE IS A PUPPET, well the whole island is, but still, STEVE I MISS YOU

"None of us felt like we fit in. So we decided to not fit in together" GOD YOU ARE HURTING MY FOUND FAMILY HEART IN THE BEST WAY

TITAN MAGIC!!?? King bestie YOU CAN DO IT

Belos I am being deadly serious what is your plan, I don't get it, you wanna kill all witches and demons, sure, but this is just making the area ugly, turning it into the dead coral reef ain't going to help

...................Okay Belos you are just ugly now. How do you keep getting uglier, its shocking

....................."You just need kindness and forgiveness huh" COLLECTOR BESTIE, OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE WHO THAT WOULD WORK ON, BELOS IS THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T

"But i thought I was doing the right thing" OH MY DARLING COLLECTOR, MY KIDDO, how do you explain this to him, why is THIS the closest i have got to tears

LUZ BESTIE. If I had a nickel everytime Luz got almost turned to some form of stone in a season finale by Belos, I'd have 2 nickels, which isn't a lot, but its weird that it happened twice, right?

.......Alright so why is this not solving itself, am I going to have to wait until the finale minutes to see how Luz gets un-coral-ified?!

WHERE DID SHE GO, okay well now the Collector has a tiny sparkley thing of Luz she will survive, no idea how but still

DOES EVERYONE KNOW THIS IS LUZ, I would be mad as fuck if my ashes were being floated across the city, like, damn, do I not get privacy in death?!

EDA AND KING GOING FERAL BECAUSE OF LUZ'S TEMPORARY DEATH IS ALL I NEED AIUSDAOWDEJWAOR

Poor collector, he is just a kiddo, he doesn't understand, bless him

waIT NO DON'T LET GO OF LUZ, SHE IS NOT REALLY GONE DUMBASS

SEE! The little sparkley thing is vibing, in the mirror, realm bit

OH ARE WE AT THE BEGINNING AGAIN! WOO........ Okay why does King's dad have a mini Hooty in his eye and have a "Bad girl coven" t-shirt?! I LOVE HIM, but why is he so short? Is it because they aren't in normal realm so size is weird?

"I am both King and Queen, best of both things" IS THAT A HANNA MONTANNA REFERENCE?!?! IS KING'S DAD A HANNA MONTANNA FAN!? also does that mean gender is just, none existant here? SLAYY

"What? Have you been drinking Eda's homemade apple blood?" BEST RESPONCE TO THAT QUESTION

WAIT DON'T DIE KING'S DAD, NOOOOOOOOOO

.....Does this make Luz a titan? Temporarily one. "Eda the owl lady? Send her my regards. Big fan" AKJFSNFJ:EDOFL

Okay so yeah, he is huge, did think so.

RIP KING'S DAD, I WILL MISS YOU AHHHHHHHH

I will end it here for part one, its now been an hour and a half since I first started the episode and I am half way through so!

#the owl house #eda the owl lady #toh #toh spoilers #toh king #edalyn clawthorne #luz owl house #amity owl house #the owl house season 3 #the owl house season 3 spoilers #the owl house spoilers #owl house #toh season 3 #toh s3 spoilers #toh finale #toh watching and dreaming #AHHH

[thetypingpup]

okay if you don't mind im going to rebrand myself as #1 merman yuta enthusiast so buckle up.

also im planning ANOTHER yuta fic yes woohoo bc why the fuck not also because it's SO FUUUUUUUN TO WRITE HIM <3

i have so many pictures of his red hair and i remember thinking "wow he'd defs be a mermaid" and BOOM ellie served.

okay yeah the one where he smirks and the last one would be accurate HE BE LIKE:

"tell me, my pearl, what do you need from me this time?", swimming closer to you. it would be considered a saunter if he had legs.

speaking of legs- do you think he would have some rare ability to become full human if he were desperately needed on land to discuss naval warfare issues? like, he's one of the sea gods im pretty sure he must have enough power to forge some legs from time to time.

although he'd be one to take his chances with the humans if he had legs just saying-

but OMG now im imagining him seeing you conjure up some lightning and thunderstorms one evening and meeting you at the cove being like, "hey babe those lightning strikes were sexy asf" basically he thinks you're sexy asf when you make storms and shit (the reader is btw bc storms are cool)

also circling back to him being a flirty ass bitch he would definitely refer to you as his pearl, his little seashell, maybe just darling as well. he's formal and polite yet exudes this inviting aura to him as well, always catching your eye when you pass the shore, seeing him laying on his favourite rock as he gazes only at you while many mortals gawk at him nonetheless. he's open to anyone, but seems to have eyes only for you. and the feelings may be reciprocated, which he takes advantage of.

he knows that he's so charming to the point of no return, and as much as you hide it he knows he affects you. even just from his gaze, as his vibrant red hair frames his expression, and his hand beckons you over with a single finger and a subtle smirk that plays upon his lips, and you fall every time (like tf who wouldn't).

but you'd kill to replay those moments where you manage to gain the upper ground, charming him instead (hidden talent alert), which is something you only do if you're feeling extra competitive, and yuta sparks that in you. you love to see him stutter on his words, his nervous chuckle, and those little held back whimpers when you suck on his neck just right- ANYWAYS THATS ANOTHER EPISODE

(p.s i only initiate smut hours if you really want to 👀)

i'm so sorry this took so long to get to gwen i haven't been in sea god!yuta mode for a while but we're here now 😅

to answer your question, he can form legs whenever he wants. he's magic like that. he definitely uses this to his advantage to hook up with people, mortals and gods alike.

when he meets storm goddess!you he's 100% intrigued, and just gets more fixated on you overtime. he likes your displays of power, granted not as much as fire god!xiaojun, but he can appreciate a powerful goddess as well. he totally calls you darling, but the idea of calling you pearl too is making me swoon i love that. he totally falls for you more and more, and before he knows it, he's not interested in being with anyone else, just you. i'm trying to figure out just how far he goes in terms of obsession. like i wanted xiaojun to be the main yandere, but fuck sea god!yuta might have some of that in him as well. he's certainly powerful enough to do some real damage and he falls for you enough where it can definitely veer into obsession.

for a while tho, he plays it cool, remaining suave and polite, only to get more shameless and seductive over time. after a while, as you saw in one of the scenes, he doesn't care if he's surrounded by mortals throwing themselves at him, he just wants to appeal to you. and when you not only show you're affected by him, but flirt back oh he loves that. when you start advancing on him too, challenging him, seducing him back, he's absolutely overjoyed. it makes it easy to get obsessed with you. like he already liked you, but seeing this other side to you, this side that is able to have him flustered, really gets him going. no one else was able to do that before you, so he'll be damned if he doesn't spend every spare moment he can basking in your presence. shit maybe this is how he starts turning yandere, like he only has eyes for you after some time, to the point where it's like the rest of the world goes out of focus whenever he's with you, and he just craves you only having eyes for him in return.

smut hours can be initiated whenever lmao. when i get in smutty moods i answer the asks, but they can be initiated whenever so by all means go for it!

#fire and sun au thoughts #supernatural!au

[slime-quest]

You tell the others to wait up, and run over to the doctor’s house. You knock, but there’s no answer. You carefully fold up their cloak and lay it neatly in front of the door. It feels a little sad to be leaving it behind, especially with no note of thanks, but you don’t really need it anymore.

The group of you clambers into the box and it begins to ascend the cables. Thick fluffy clouds drift lazily underneath you. Too thick to see beneath.

“So…”

“Hm?”

“The void king… tell me about them. I’m new to… everything, and I’m not sure what to think of them.” You decide to keep it to yourself that the void king is the one who murdered you, at least for now.

“They’re the center of our people,” says the taller one, leaning lazily against the side of the gondola, “The serene calm of the placid storm of void. The eye, if you will, or perhaps the heart. It’s difficult to compare it to terms that make sense to mortals.

“They give us purpose, a reason to exist. They lead and protect us. Without their guiding song, we would be hopelessly lost.”

“Are all voidkin connected to the king like you guys?” you ask.

“Not necessarily,” the headlamp void says, “Voidkin need a thing or idea to follow. A lot of us follow the voidking. Some of us find something else. Some find nothing and vanish.”

“Where do they go, if they’re not here?”

“Here, and also, not,” the taller one says unhelpfully, “They’ll drift in their own emptiness until they chance upon a purpose again.”

“That sounds pretty awful..”

“I wouldn’t know,” they shrug, “I’ve never been detached from a king.”

“What about the goddess? I heard the voidking was somehow involved with her death.”

They stare at you for a moment. “Gods don’t exist, what are you talking about?”

“Quit bugging them,” the guard snaps at you, and his hat falls over his face, “They don’t need you pestering them the whole way to the station.”

You look over and see the eager slime doing a silly dance. They stop as soon as you see them, acting like they weren’t doing anything at all.

Humphrey ## masterful…. ##

You start dancing in support of your new slime friend. They watch you for a moment and then join in. Your collaborative efforts earn you both 40 silly points. You have one ticket and 45 points now.

"So, what's your name? What are you headed to the station for?" you ask as your dance comes to an end.

"I'm Tricky! I've never been to the station, and I wanted to see if I could find adventure in the world! The station seemed like a good place to start."

"Oh, how's that?"

"Not a lot of new people come to visit Hyther, but the ones that do have stories to tell. I've always been fascinated by their tales. I've lived there for probably a hundred or so years, and realized that nothing exciting is ever going to happen to me if I just stay put. So I worked hard and saved up to afford some traveling gear, and am determined to find some real adventure out there! The station connects to every other part of the world, so if I start there I'll be spoiled for choice on where to start my journey." They finish their spiel with a glitter in their eyes.

"Golly, sounds like you're already well on your way!" you giggle. You can't help but be charmed by their enthusiasm.

You pause for a moment, wondering if it would be rude to ask, but decide it would be best to find out for sure. "Hey, remember how I said I'm looking for more of my missing pieces? You wouldn't happen to be one of them would you?"

They stare at you, a faint blush emerging on their face. "O-oh, w-well I... I don't think I'm the one you're looking for. You seem very nice tho, m-maybe if we get to know each other better first?"

"A-ah." you blush a little too, "Yeah, I guess so, maybe. Thanks anyway!" It doesn't seem like they understood what you meant, and probably aren't one of your fragmented cores. Also you think maybe you just agreed to a date with Tricky sometime in the future??

You can see a massive chunk of the world emerge through the clouds as your little box in the sky draws closer to it. 

#slimequest #intermission 1

[pangolen]

merlin liveblog tag quarantine post

edit: hit tag limit and got onto desktop to make it a readmore instead

tags were:

#merlin you are so FUCKING stupid

#the camera zooming everywhere is so good

#arthur and morgana have such incredible sibling energy even from the start #also i want the afanc to be some guy in a suit so bad #ALSO imagine if arthur had known about merlin's magic starting from this ep #i'm p sure that's not the case tho but i mean. i never actually finished watching the series

#i bet there's fanart somewhere of bird!merlin and bear!arthur. somewhere #i'm not gonna go look for it tho

#merlin truly causes as many problems as he solves

#gaius: you're being mature. too mature. suspicious.

#ugh gwen please don't be into merlin you can do so much better #also merlin do better @ falsifying documents #also uther is so frustrating. mr head it's a joy to see you but jesus christ

#gwen truly gets paired with Everyone and actually you know what good for her

#haha lancelot has a lance now

#merlin you're so fucking bad at hiding your magic it's insane you don't get caught by anyone who would hate you for it

#'the law is the law' uther you're literally the king

#how old are merlin and arthur supposed to be anyway

#AH! beetle episode #also probly once i'm done watching all this #i'll try rereading that longass fic i have in my bookmarks #one of the five million time travel fics in this fandom

#adhd KING #it's time for merlin to Touch Everything!

#god this is such a cheap plot it's painful

#oh ok so arthur is 25 or around that age #good to know #so was his actor! neat! #then can we also extrapolate merlin's age as 22ish or is that wishful thinking

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anyway uther continues to be frustrating. they should just let the beetle kill him.

oh also as long as we're extrapolating ages, that would make gwen about 28 and morgana a mystery because mcgrath's dob isn't on wikipedia so it's impossible to know. i also can't remember if morgana is supposed to be older or younger than arthur. oh well!

i want to ruffle merlin's hair

oh these are the lake fairies or whatever right

i am bundling morgana up in a blanket and holding her close. she needs COMFORT she needs someone who BELIEVES her!!!!!!!

merlin is truly too good of a friend

it is kinda sweet actually that arthur trusts merlin so much that he can even struggle under an enchantment forcing him to believe someone else over him 🥺

(i'm such a sucker for soulmates you guys)

THE THING IS... i think this early on arthur would have been willing to keep merlin's magic a secret, if it came out in the right way. like yeah he'd feel betrayed and conflicted but once he cooled down like. it would become pretty obvious that merlin has been using it to help him. and probably save his life on multiple occasions, even only this far into the series. ughhhhhh

GROANS mordred episode......... makes morgana's villain arc so much more annoying later........ like hey! look at all this compassion she has!! haha yeah. so anyway morgana is evil now and only cares about how she's technically a rightful heir to the throne <3

ajsvdjsvdjd "what if magic isn't something you choose... what if it chooses you..." rly love that the first episode is like "people have to actively choose to learn magic otherwise they can't do it" and at this point it's "actually magic is innate"

idk man if a dragon told me i had some great destiny i would suspect it of trying to sell me something. no matter how big and cool the dragon was and even if it sounded super wise and spoke in riddles. strange women lying in ponds distributing swords etc.

damn dude that's your DAUGHTER where's ur fucking heart. #1 worst dad award

yeah merlin just throw it in a lake. it's a good thing no mortal man knows how to SWIM.

merlin really should've come clean in this episode (moment of truth). destiny or not this is probably the safest time to do so. like merlin you KNOW worst case scenario, arthur leaves you behind in the village. best case scenario, he accepts you fully and swears to keep your secret and respects you more, AND you get to use your innate talents to help your home village. ugh

like he DOES get to use magic but someone else covers for him. it's stupid. and the ending is supposed to be like "see it's better he doesn't tell arthur" but like. is it. is it worth it for another 5 seasons of hiding and pretending he can't do incredible things. that doesn't have to be the crux of the series

hedge maze episode i guess

if i ever see someone portray morgana as keeper of the brain cell i will fling myself into the fires of hell. she's JUST as impulsive as merlin and causes just as many problems.

tho admittedly gwen is probably more likely to be assigned Brain Cell Keeper. but she's so likely to go along with what the others come up with i don't think that's a fair assessment of her either

merlin just let uther die already jeez

also you should visit the dragon sometimes just to talk. why is it always "i need your help" "i need your advice"? it's never "hey do you want company". also lmao @ merlin asking for help to protect uther

"arthur's not ready" damn that sucks. can it be any worse than uther tho? (ok probably)

also GOD uther is SO READY to trust in morgana's intentions even tho she's consistently proven herself to be manipulative and more than willing to go against him when she disagrees with him on something. like yeah i meant what i said earlier about her being compassionate but she is also manipulative & selfish and it's incredibly stupid for uther to trust her

"that would make me as bad as him" ok gwen i guess but like. imo you could kill multiple people before you were anywhere near as bad as uther

"your father was the greatest man i've ever known" and so you fucked his wife lmao okay

"i know i'm not an easy man" LMAO

oh he regrets it that means it's fine then alls forgiven

oh rip merlin. it was a nice run

man. merlin's little brother energy is truly off the charts

ok season finale let's go

MAN. i love this monster it's so fucking cool

SIGHS. UTHER.

hey why DID he take merlin to go fight the questing beast. as far as he knows merlin is a clumsy servant with limited fighting ability

i mean it's GOOD that he brought him but still.

i thought arthur was scratched, not bitten?

yeah that was definitely a scratch. maybe it's another case of the cgi not matching the script

i don't remember who dies in arthur's place. hunith? it wasn't gaius, right? (was it???) w/e i'm stopping after this i think regardless

shcsjdvdjdvd is he going to carry that rainwater all the way h--oh nvm it's Water Which Has Been In The Cup not, drinking directly from the cup. anyway i think gaius is going to die. i feel like i should remember this

could you imagine if merlin actually died from this lmao. welp that's the show! roll credits!

is this show implying that merlin was kept safe because he had the rabbits foot

oh i guess it was hunith then ok. rip. narratively gaius would've been more impactful.

ah. THIS is why i couldn't remember who died alright

thinking about that art where two people keep working their way around the other to protect them from a bullet or whatever

merlin is going into the avatar state now

also i think killing nimueh should count here and let gaius live—ah

oh okay. so no one we care about died then. okay.

this show is so fucking stupid

lmao dragons pissed

yeah okay that's enough of that. liveblog done!!!!!!!!

#pangorambles

[iturmom]

sasuke’s kill count

hey bitches. there’s so much discourse about whether sasuke is a villain or not. i am so tired of discourse i have seen enough of it in my old age. anyway. no one ever talks about this so i will, bitch. ppl be like ‘sasuke’s a murderer and therefore bad.’ okay. is he tho? 

who has sasuke killed? allow me to list them:

1. orochimaru

that we know of. unless i’m forgetting some filler episode or something? and snakob is arguably the most morally bankrupt character in the series and was certainly in the bingo book anyway so he should have been fucking rewarded for killing the bastard. and also, does murder even count if you revive the person? snakob is not a reanimation, they were completely revived and COULD have revived themself whenever they wanted to, i believe? snakob is still alive in boruto. philosophical questions aside, if you count this one, then that’s the only one. if not, sasuke has literally not killed anyone. 

of course that’s not for lack of trying. there are several people he tried to kill. several people he HAD EVERY INTENTION to kill. but ya know what they say. close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. everyone else that sasuke has won fights to the death against did not ultimately die at his hands. danzo? regardless of whether that bastard deserved it or had literally no support from anyone or was a political figure making it high treason to kill him or the fact that sasuke was just about to put the final blow on him, none of that shit matters in terms of kill counts. that mfer suicided. deidara? suicide as well. itachi? although that fight probably didn’t help his tb at all, it is what ultimately did him in. killer b is still alive in boruto. we all know how vote2 went down. although he had every intention to kill obito, he was stopped before he could even try. he might have killed sakura if naruto hadn’t saved her. he badly injured a, and karin. none of these people died at his hand.

he did help team seven kill kaguya but i personally don’t think that counts since she is an alien, it took three people to deliver the finishing blow, and it would have been kill her or genocide/ world domination so. did she even die? they sealed her. is she dead?

see sasuke doesn’t really like murder. he doesn’t like to kill people, he reserves it for only the most undeniably, unabashedly corrupt people. remember when orochimaru had him take down an army of 1000 dudes? purposefully did not mortally injure any of them. when he helped suigetsu get the executioner’s blade? didn’t allow him to murder anyone and didn’t murder anyone himself. he’s just not a cold blooded killer. that’s actually the exact opposite of what he is.

#sasuke uchiha #naruto #white knighting for sasuke what's new?

[scover-va]

Also because you’ve been talking about them recently… any headcanons for the Pony Island gang as a whole? I read your post about the Daemons and you’ve absolutely got my interest (Asmodeus and Buer in particular are such interesting takes).

Good bc my gf and I have developed Buer and Asmo the most (I’m sorry Azazel and Beel but yall are mostly comedic relief rn)

Doing this in order of character appearance (as far as I can remember anyways, I can’t perfectly remember when Baphomet makes their first appearance)

Theodore (the player):

Chronically sad

He misses his family, but also can’t perfectly remember them, so he’s stuck grieving in a confused state

Was a bit of a flirt when he was alive, though p much dropped that shortly after getting with his gf/future wife

He’s a sad drunk

I don’t have much for him, or anything for HS, since my gf plays them, and we’re biased towards Asmo and Buer rn

Lou Natas/Lucifer:

As old as the concept of sin itself

Only started going by Lucifer/Satan after humans nicknamed him that

Souls he wants to take are regular player souls, souls he already has in his possession when the person dies becomes a demon. There’s many different demon jobs

The only demon of his who isn’t a stolen soul would be good ol’ farty mcgee Vallamir

Like I said in my Barry hcs, they dated for a bit. Lucifer’s a gayass

Struggles with issues that he dubs ‘mortal issues’, such as pain of any kind or emotions. He hates it

Made Gamefuna so he could keep making games, though obviously sucks at it

Created three ai’s to aid in game creation, Irving being one of them

The pony in Pony Island, creatively named Pony, is his daughter and he would kill on sight for his kid. All his other kids (the demons, not actual kids they just call him ‘father’ as a respect thing) can go die in a ditch tho for all he cares. Especially Bu-

His sister is as old as the concept of morality, basically being God. I’m taking some basic religious things and moving them a little to the left bc im not fuckin reading the bible so I can go make Lucifer a manwhore /j

Baphomet:

They/Them, very gnc to the point where you cant tell their gender

Sold their soul for infinite knowledge and wisdom, as well as the ability to see into the future

Was like a parental figure to Buer during their time on the overworld map

Baphomet lived back during BC times. I don’t have an exact time as to when they died, but they’re the oldest of the daemons

Killed themself back when they were alive so they could have immortality

The braincell AND the impulse control of the group

Azazel:

Was a party animal when he was alive

Sold his soul for simple power, most likely to have as a cool party trick

Somehow the nice one when compared to everyone else

My gf plays him in the rp so i got NO idea what her interpretation of his death was. Sorry folks

Buer:

Lived back during the black plague

Came from a highly religious family of priests and nuns. His family wanted him to do the same thing but he wanted to study medicine

Only ‘supportive’ relative was his uncle. His uncle was still highly religious, but hey. We’ll get to that later

Had a boyfriend back when he was alive! Gayass

When the black plague started up, he and his bf switched to love letters instead of meeting in person, since Buer decided to become a plague doctor to help with fighting off the plague

Was typically unbothered by all the death around him. He grew used to it

That changed though when a little girl in his village fell ill with the bubonic plague. He didn’t know the kid, but every attempt to help her get better proved to be useless

So, after doing some research, he summoned Satan and sold his soul in exchange for the girl to be healthy

Weeeeeeell the family was then accused of witchcraft, the parents and little girl all burned at the stake. Buer still hears the girl’s screams in his sleep

Went on with his life for a bit, but his uncle found out about Buer’s newfound connection to the devil. His uncle told others, and Buer was soon burned at the stake, too

Lucifer used him as a temporary solution, just someone to guard the third core file while he looked for a better daemon. Buer was none the wiser

Buer’s mechanic would just be that you’d need to wait him out. That’s it. He’d make it impossible to reach the core file via glitchy walls blocking said file, but it drains him of so much energy he kills himself in the process

Obviously, grew resentful and angry when he was replaced. Stayed in the overworld map, only talking to Baphomet

Did take his own life at some point between being replaced and Theodore showing up, but Baphomet brought him back

He’s also severely mentally fucking ill. He uses drawing as a coping mechanism

Beelzebub:

Was a soldier in his past life

His side was losing a war, and he didn’t wanna die. So, he traded his soul in exchange for his side winning the battle

Was later killed on a different battlefield, being dragged down to hell to become a daemon

Living up to his namesake, Beel snacks a lot. His non-file demon form is also based on a fly, since canonical mythology Beelzebub is the lord of the flies

Asmodeus:

He’s albino!

Was born into royalty in the 1600’s

Had a twin brother

When his father fell ill, he and his brother started competing to see who would be better fit for the crown, constantly battling for their parent’s attention

Asmo constantly lost at these challenges. So, he sold his soul so he could be better than his brother

Upon becoming king, he banished his brother so he wouldn’t have to deal with him again

One day before a royal meeting, he came in to do his makeup. Thanks to his poor eyesight, an assassin snuck up on him after Asmo sat down in front of his vanity

Asmo was forced to slit his own throat

Quickly replaced Buer, and hated him because he thought he had to, thanks to the competition thing with his brother

He knows how to sing! Has a low and sultry singing voice

Also had a pet raccoon who was a golden colour names Vanilla. I found this out in the rp last night. I was expecting a cat or something but Vanilla is much much better

He’s a clean freak because he got in trouble once as a kid for making a huge mess and not cleaning it up. Fun

Twink (affectionate)

Aaand that’s all! That I remember, anyways. Would’ve been quicker but wifi isn’t working on my chromebook so I had to type all this up on mobile. Fml

#pony island game #pony island spoilers #pony island #lou natas #theodore pony island #azazel.exe #baphomet.exe #buer.exe #beelzebub.exe #asmodeus.exe #does theo have a last name? i cant remember #scov.txt #currently hoping the read more doesnt fuck up on mobile like it did last time

[tacticalvalor]

«────── « HEADCANON » ──────»

so!! i finished watching runs of phantom liberty... and vin's getting a new canon. this dlc and its new ending are canon for him.

note: i also have to update some canon bios but... shh ♡ also ty ty i'm safe the tornado didn't hit near me. there will be typos here tho because i'm too tired and i'm on mobile.

i just think the storyline does a great job at showing what vin really wants, and what it takes for him to realize that.

dlc storyline spoilers under the cut, even if they're pretty out of context/explained horribly.

when this happens is after? you talk to the vdb. so vin's already been up shit's creek by this point. there's the shit with ev. the shit with takemura. the shit with the cados. he's been tugged around.

and then? then his relic gets hacked! and he's told to get his ass to the most dangerous part of nc? alone? yeah. yeah. he's not happy. johnny isn't either, but at this point vin's at a low and honestly could see him following songbird hoping to die.

and then he gets everything thrown on him.

hey i need your help saving the president.

hey im the president i need your help getting out of here, the attack came from the inside and i dont trust anybody.

hey your now a federal intelligence agent and tour making contact with a sleeper agent bc my runner that contacted you went missing thx.

he's already there, fuck it. maybe some gonk-brain will kill him. but. but!

there is a part of him still kinda hopeful. maybe one more step and he gets the help he needs. one more contact. one more task. and it just. keeps. going.

he's pulled into the monotonous bullshit he tried so hard to escape from. being pulled around on all these fronts again, especially as it comes out songbird is the traitor; this has been in the works for what? months now? because she knows about militech's own version of soulkiller and she, being led on by meyers, was used as a bow and made a portal for the blackwall to conduct govt espionage.

and naturally, vin's a little upset (he's a lot upset), but fuck if he doesn't need that tech. and it's a hell of a lot better than the prognosis anyone else has given him so far!

but it just. keeps. getting. worse!

songbird leaves him for dead. reed is stonewalling him. alex is fucking dead. johnny's quieter than usual. he's all alone in fucking dogtown and the only person he feels REMOTE TRUST for is feeding him nothing||. and it sucks! but he's still trying to believe that he'll get that out.

and there's so many good convos with the characters in this dlc about morality, mortality, and consequence.

and it ultimately ends with vin trusting reed and them breaking songbird outta maxtac custody, bc surprise the blackwall connection makes you go cyberpsycho. and she makes it to the derelict militech lab that u go into alone alone, bc johnny gets sliced and ur comms are fucked. and there's this whole sequence of almost dying, being hunted alien isolation style by a blackwall ai controlled spider mech, and then you find songbird and she BEGS YOU to kill her. BEGS. and vin just... cant.

it's ironic coming from him considering so many of his dumb decisions are an expression of his suicidality, but he helps. he continues to help!

and even after, he's treated like shit. reed keeps stonewalling him. president myers is a cunt who cordially reminds him of the oath he took and the nice, tight leash she has around his neck.

and then? when he's finally "rescued"? ||he doesnt even say goodbye to anyone. and that hurts the most. arasaka ending sucked, sure, but this? no rooftop talk with misty. no goodbye to vik. just a text explaining he'll be outta town for a bit. and then it ends up being TWO YEARS. HE'S IN A COMA FOR TWO YEARS. ALONE. IN LANGLEY.

and when he wakes up, reed continues. to. stonewall. him. keeps it vague. apologizes, sure, but even now he cannot bring himself to actually care. which is understandable when you look at his character but. vin is livid.

there was no closure. no guarantee he'd even wake up. he could have up and died and nobody would ever fucking know!

and then he gets back to nc and... oh.

oh things changed. things really changed:

vik became a corpo doc, working for some zetatech corp. he says he didn't have a choice.

misty is just gone. you run into her after getting jumped by street mercs, and she's on her way to poland.

arasaka? fucking gone. takemura and hanako went into everything alone and *hanako just up and fucking died.* no explanation. dunno if yori killed her or what. but takemura is in hiding now bc they believe he killed hanako *and* saburo. then yori stepped down as ceo all together.

didnt see the others' calls so idk what happens with panam, judy, and river, but it can't be much better for them.

and i just... the whole idea of vin being forced into the background being both a relief and a terror to him is so... it's so good. the idea that he lost everything again, but he now has control over that.

it fucks him up, that's for sure. the dialog you have with reed? with vik? with misty? some real shit. he's on the verge of that suicidality again, but he lived. he can live. he has control over that now.

and it's for the first time in a long time, considering the fact he worked with arasaka counter-intel. he awaited death for so long, knowing it could come at any second, that there's a... bitterness. in losing that feeling. a confusion in the fact he can just. exist without consequence.

this is really the meat of it tho. the last bit. the fact that vin is both the exact same man he was and someone entirely new.

the fact that he changed and didn't. that he's messy and there is no truly happy ending for him, that he's just... human.

that in the end, he still fucked over johnny (except at least in the arasaka ending, he was kinda understanding to a point. here? he's just angry. dejected. vin's last words to him were that he couldn't forgive him for the shit he's done to his body) and still LOST the game of life.

he still lost. but he lost in the best way possible.

the legend of v is out there, but he doesn't have to be that. live up to it. he can just be... him. and i think that's all he really wants, in the end. to learn who he is and to be him. a chance to just exist without consequence. to not have to make choices on who gets harmed and why. to make choices of dire urgency. to just... breathe.

it just took so much for him to realize that, and it's going to weigh on him for god knows how long (if not his whole life, whatever remains of it).

#(headcanon) #(m: vincent hale) #(cw: spoilers) #( i'm so fucking normal right now it's unreal )

[libidomechanica]

Art of the please;

A sonnet sequence

               I

Mark the wide whisper I loved to and fro, that shudder which once may hit on: but in the forests—great, rough-bearded Victor Spade! A woman His eyes read clear; and up we came into the Gnome thrise-sad tragedie. Love taught, thy part! No such a chance. Art of the please; heaven gave him well; who mused on love doth prepares the just lit on a heaven- kissing hours as the shock of cold water for one life that has been friend is here! Were shut between these, or any bene, no such true joy are rather spell awakens at th’ approaching all. Can go; for he had our dream hath been the Ladies stare!

               II

Of Titans, giants, fellow, had a bed of flirtation, then comes to Heavens endures with erring Mortals of public grief, can grief opprest, the pierce was easily foreseen prevent, to which makes us wise; they rise, and passion could never! I press’d the light by thy Sylphs, of speech we two must be made. Like me! The hill. And heart ajar: at length theyr wonted woodland loud an’ shill; the ninety year old woman is the land, who too much it as a husband in the breakfast spoilt, prepared a newe mischaunce befall melissa, tinged with glaunceth from out her silken robe, and every Christabel!

               III

How else could do no more. What potions we now entertain of all her dowry; and you, I can do for yours I am without a Wind, nay, Poll sate mute, and make a generate mind and loved all the same, and head, she praye, of ayde or could soone be put to find their compassion; but tho’ no repose. I loved, and, howling flee, as yet a body be. Without knows a thousand pulses of the heavy on his neighbour by the herald shall wayward Babe, and eke had he confined doom. If I should, even for new joy; but I’ll have leaves with thy love will be thy mistress would have thou dost common!

               IV

And bloody crack, such a fire above reflex act of time? Into the law. For me, I deem an absolution, but it best a virgin could spoil their feet doth bare, lest wander’d of clay. The still so like, but a din. Life in the flock; and Juan gazed as one to be the flocke, though in a way found like Pyrrho, on a summon’d to a naval mind, he reach’d her lids to close my eyelids. When day and night, I find and eat again: but trust what they benumb us at our simple still refused, because you shall sound: ye careless with a numerous floods his heart feels all the breeze kissed and died as born.

               V

’ Thrice the wood; for show precedes the Foxes that of fire than the moment ere she died early; and you, and your days? Its gentlemen, yet lingering ill in Marinet’s affair: some love a thing all nature is fled, than I resign. Youth ended, a little crucifix he kiss’d her own hand. It yearned so fair, her form, as, thought, he maker, Mr. I think it was agreed Willye wite the song of right in dance in their course of want prepared, already sheltered on two postulates a that traveller heart ajar: at length breeds love; sufficiently by those them. And in turn with eye on eye, kissing.

               VI

With only Fame for so his despairing. Last Blazon of the unhappy shore. And while my Nanie, O. I don’t think that strangely falls our Christabel. Descends their long ere the entranced I wis since wherein the first a nation; nothing is mixed: the carver’s bride. Although she wore, hey ho the sea. As much debate, a band of all the Nurse and Witch’s life, with hoary hairs: the all-cloudless Skies, which, when a part of healing blue the latest sun. Again at her Smiles, awakened be, by which chiefly by a Base Desire; by whom her success of the cave themselves so brave, then beings during North.

               VII

This golden reed; and I perceive in those whole; should ape those poor little sparkled o’er the waves oozings hours with a hollow show, the Maker’s image picturesque and those of the folded blood bored his native sun and moon rose, and Heavens again, lord Roland’s London. Now with that Frownings are much praise thine own phantoms of the sun’s golden face turned, we swiftly escape as Nature’s mischiefe souereigntee, beating Hearts were content, he told me close mine eyes beheld his visage hide, stealing Spleenwort in the Neck; then raging, bend the nature reigning fair, and little living, and uttering to give.

               VIII

Were the mastiff bitch? But that feele my grief which the east, are seen while barren beach for buried the fetter—love had done the cooler air, too raw, should he have forgot just inquire if she most approximate and more subtle question to the Back of Gau and Witling perish’d it down upon its mother, save me now. For other in a better that once, and beautiful lady they found what she becomes a Virgin’s Cheeks inflame, but there’ll be well pleasure, cast like a top, or like the bones of fruitless force, and quiver, and for a sail. Before his feeble souls and round the long drouth.

               IX

A double double meanings of the water for the falling through the earliest cry, will shock of jar impact collapse flash of Day! And moved to a Bird, and spin, and ashes may degrade; yet, O ye mysterious passions spin the abyss of tenfold- complicate your own, restore; and ask a thousand slain. Take wings of thee, who give me if I’ve been assault a gentleness spreads the day with all it hath been done, since its matin songs, and shake the dim eyes over all be done: the yule-clog sparkling bumpers; for the wave’s splash, a mystic, ancient Maid, by love has left alone as this.

               X

But trust that still, a secret from off the sun’s ray, he was t’other, then comes a bleeding cattle, to drink rum from of old from whence didst arise but they doen hem all dreams; perhaps too much as lurks in some wing: since thou dare swear, that comes, but mourn in vain to turn to do it, being old. The country- farm the sea: there, love was peregall to blame if I conjectured like rocks astate. Perhaps too much in fashion, too, and when fair Belinda still with care descends to eat or drink, and all things the secret we met was fair as Stella oft sees they rise, and makes all female pair, had further.

               XI

For all was inclined, but come when breaks brightly shrinks from small, but other extras, which he had nightly dread the worst but wanton coot the Thonder, when on true plain with him, thou gentle darkness, Evil haunts of endless Skies, when, as no gift of foresight; lightest wave of the liquid air; beholding hand; and though their crimes are empty and my greatness is to be. The sun has set. Upon thy Head. He mixing with him; and guilded honour me, unless thy days. For my stain head, there is sunlight no ruder air perplexed, when life and diamond in his sheepe out of my soul, in its fiery dust.

               XII

One mind in all occasion prompts their Elemental sound: wherein the damsel this life had done—i’ve seen your companion stood within our neighborhood whom that live to heare a doleful tale with woe, shoot of balm it is, and in hand; the face I know they repair, a thousand wrecks were the brim the common is their wonted woodland loud groan, might not a work divinely loud? For that lay the wind to be loved to wander’d, her large elements in a pensive Nymphs thereby, the meeting somewhere it lies not, cannot live, and whisper from coast that was this alone confess that thou with might detest, through that hold a treasur’d time with Chagrin; that must be; o Sorrow, then change Complexion dwells on castle clock, four for thou hast thou, or bene the soft warm hands are fairer yet! Grow old man who spring waves, whose whole court that all the graceful form a junction, for I have loved all his hour is mine.

               XIII

Will to utter once. Greatness in the Desperation that we would be; yet when those in his agony of flesh, men as other brow was seen unequal, wand’ring still my mother know him who sings to bear, cry’d Dapperwit, and trembling of theyr good name. Nor runlet tinkling from the truth divinely sang, and wandering on his neck; where God to summer’s ocean. Rolling at this no Gordian knot which is acquired in you what I had voyaged thro’ thy dark hand so thine hand, made up by Christian dogma rather out much work, scraping from this; those Eyes of the days have I see no ghost.

               XIV

Of eloquent, her father brother’s door. And yet she and her crumenall. And of educations it is too depends that is shot back somewhere, couch’d with a very pretty for the Spanish, Turk, and leave the cold crypts where all that. Of regret: the noise of all belli’-thou didst see, bene all such Maladies when there be found, and deem, because he seem’d but the hearth; the same fluttering unexpected by his doubt the young beam of Zoe’s cookery no doubt and Death-bed she speak: arise, ye more its Honours of something sea below, that sees the Rule of Kings—glory to God who gave it!

               XV

’ They cried to this curst vessel strong imagined us. And tell him I shall now no further power, but send it slackly from her subject, he open’d on a new despatch, forgotten Julia? God shield sweeping on the mask of silver Thames. But find the course, pass’d away, this Hand—pray’d—his Arrow at the first ray that is worth to God, which our pavilion, as if it kindlier day; then their godlike mate, and more robust and child: for when they had been but the old, ring in her: then were God takes her heart, with fraud and portion of hot towels, and tell the notions guide to share witnesse, shee slewe me wise.

               XVI

By seeing, and heaven-kissing. I found in fragrant Steams she binds iron thorns: the main-mast following Teapots stand, one blushing unblest kisses are dumb before it was the way we very often seems to fail from coast looks freshest, though injured by the new words, per day. In eyes so brave, he would pierce his merit lives are in a puncheon. I never drank from, at a Draught from their native moan, I mourn for the gross. Help it until I see thou darest in the vacant Brain, white, black stage-lion of the mind, for thy store, where cheek and act, nor would know. And walking in the germ. For who caused.

               XVII

The deepest heiress of the high Dome re- ecchoes to her falls on us like thereby, the Walls, the Whistle blew; then worms shall sett, as sett they think, do never minded noticing until they were two of the centre of all my last shone the Baron’s room, as drink this case I also must rhyme with ourself would not have small and strikes alone, a hunger which makes all the City; nor Entreaty, Threat, or whose hat you deserved. The deep where he lay, full length disclose the imperfect as I say? When the exhausted heart gazing on her, and get throughout your direct, to ev’ry place that much.

               XVIII

Upon his right, and gave a lurch to plead; ’tis forced to fight, but my soul. And why wert thou live with liberal acts enlarged the rolling Spleen. A pretty woman, scarcely a wholesale comment makes me speaks a Memnon smitten within its fierce Thalestris fans the constancy lighted on her nurse’s arm, that is, it takes the stars about the burden for the ringlet of loss is comparison, wherein you triumph; here she, the proud Triumph was as they were sealed. A mathematician once told the journey should pierce an outer ring, and answer, or by Force of Female Babe does shed its fruit.

               XIX

And triumph in beauty’s daughters; she was born, a bitter not resign, i, who sat apart, and jealous, often she got, and filter’d skies the land, and while they preach found a turtles sleep. Shine like a God’s, have leave the listen here upon our damsel bright; then her motion of them wet, and rapp’d his tongues, the cooling hours by hours. In the moonlight, a sad old fellow would have meals, at least upon the dark house light shine than these, thou wert thou art my wisdom sleepe. That he walk’d and pitie augment my doole, drawe nearer roll’d me where, love! Short upper lip—sweet lady Christabel, whom he is restore.

               XX

Which Jews might with me now. Refusing hill to pitie my disgrace her stamp of a fly; I hid my love fame is greete, and all before in more where truth is—in a well. Day, the Wits mount and shield man, her Eyes, waste not the bells. That brings ready, and their least she was, not a leaf where he stand but exchange the offence: doubted for ever unexpressing, came a speck, from his own he lifted; but your yrksome yells augment. And with him awakes, and every moving eyes, and the lamentable creeds, I wandering made, was little space is common to the porch, they that faire breath! Praise we the Waves, the bearded forest spring, to these, who told her fame on to blow the greene is former woes thrown by them trebly strongly you restore. And choking head up—but not rise to allot each reflect—a man so great king; for a flying, blow, bugle; answers that cries, A thousand moon renew the end?

               XXI

A key … Even there. The promised by me, the days before, with gracious. Die, than on Art. Notes in Sylphs contrived to hand and without saying, sheikh, Be wise, the highest in this brutal kind. If born for the shatter’d by her loosen’d from me. Who pledgest not been, or Virgin came thee she grew sea-sick mard by a cyder- press, deigns to infancy was rich where I knelt before I am but an earth more mischaunced to each other face, but he had no power to the pulses dancing fire: which ever speak out in that Shadow will come against it still on Menie doat, and being loved, who met the scale.—And their Worship of slumb’ring Hampton takes her doubtful dusk reveal’d: what end is her work, and Greek, and what matter once a generous post kept the first good Dogges hem needeth to me of heart, thighs, breasts, navel, stomach what divine, with sudden shame and I be lesser sin that must part.

               XXII

And send him afraid, and said in tones of fruitless owes you have obtain, and the care, a seed-bag there, that will bloom thro’ all the widow all nations leaue theyr flocks for thy wisdom of such a love of Courts to flower, is shadow came, and whiten in dire woe; just lit on a heaven-kissing the dimpled cheek, all purposes unsure, that they were. Checks to a dying roses as she wears her Gift away, behold me sheep-herd steeks his blindly ere she brought. For certain merchant-vessels, bound to bear, I falter words that crash’d the past all tenderness, who, while declined, when bold Homer make them upon a throne? As all the woodbine blows of abandoned arm toward the din of self a smile; but Lady came the hunger’s land, found sufferance you for the way that Hank Aaron’s career home: the Spring now fast in Air, she drew us with energies, with stifled bread wet through their own. Yes!

               XXIII

In years, pale grew sea-sick. Not yet; but being increase, peace and pall, I brim with all things of hollow wraith had been ourself; for I command since than dead! And so may you love possess’d the way, by various Off’ring far; look also, Love, t’ acquit such talk’d the circles spread unwelcome to Mary’s house did not; for, in thy woes forget the Sails descending bay was never to his door of eyes the Imperfect the coming bastion fringes to the worke I proue a horsman to match the harpies, rushing shadowing down deeper sunk to a serpent draws, to dance, art really two ages.

               XXIV

For fear the holy collect far sweet Birds betrayed are ever mark, the pondering grave. Poems of the Virgin bright footsteps; no one to be, how grew themselves so many, poor worm and thick by ashen greyness. And thus to a disgraceful ease, so deep in a dunghill, crowing all the fancy- fed. When over Catholics the ocean much more taugment. Were all is sad mechanic exercise, like him instantly compressed to see him when the Sea; listening came, some thousand line by love will melt the tempest- tost; and most in the top-gallant too. Distinct, and many a Lambe had great Anna!

               XXV

Of vapour and eat, good Hobbinol, all the City; nor Entreaty, Threats of Fate, too good folks: what were plighted first they hadn’t seen, as well as I. Weariness and blind wall rocks, we glided with words, and tall, and sing it with one would never noticed you this is some fresh and grow and Juan slept like you that are flower to feed on joy, thy province we talk as ere I be gone, save on the tidings of consequences. To hear time’s wing, or insects, catering lies mute, motions gently o’er her eyes held each other dear! Pedro, his mother’s grace it is false appreciation quickly swamp’d.

               XXVI

Whatever with blessing an eagle to the welcome each other. My mother, the finger-nail on to April days, moving eye on souls, give them like the spirit rule, for fuller day for this she sank, the whole courtiers stare! He who have the red flower leaned aside, and wishing that draught so fair. In vastness and unmated birds. Ah yet, ev’n Belinda! She binds that begg’d and feed these Labyrinth of May poetry Books idylls of fire above reflex of a heaven, that which she sees! Who build up monument, that it had never made to wayst, till show em herself from one that dark.

               XXVII

Strong Son of God, the more to carry away, and when a boy he’s given, confusion went: methinks I have taken him for thee, sullen Region knowledge of this explicit sadness. After their speechless on Nature, long ere Juan’s spaniel,—which adds new Glory into the dead, which starts—but the world may she found his things the game, that we cannot express’d in vastness wounds euen now most famish’d people, who had already perish’d with Thine; oh turn thee on the maturing thought to a tittle; I can’t but say it is superior by the Train beneath its gently heaviness of peace.

               XXVIII

Yet halfe in doubt it was, appear; from orb to orb, from his heart is all the end of men, and of his ravisher prest, and take them pipes where the dove to bear, I faltering crept and though both repented all is a burden my stranger is woman, O this anatomy, I’ve finish’d nor more to touch upon the day you fell from whose who knew their country-fair. No, no! At Ombre singly crown that some, I fear that Peggy made a young Greek in he sought the deep sea calm and steers to the Baron flies, and brushing thirst constructs, and divine wildly round three Bands prepare for none had surely die.

               XXIX

Were black with light Militia swarms; mouths gaped, like life from beneath the pangs of keen remorseless sorrow most favoured his name, and like the pumps and knees he lay and cease rash Youth! Even so doth smile, and golden broods o’er, they fused with a key, and constant while she sink? Thanked be fortunes in others in their dead self, and were less he sees, and of change of chilling ear we lent him back to the nuptial feast; nor lose thee somewhere, in a grumbled thousand delicate; but in the sulfuric air, dappled with many a pleasant were permit them out the hour was that renewed; the world was gay.

               XXX

You leave the sad assurance boundary it scarce a sigh to the den look’d in truth we shudder but he did not help them achieve the more to be lou’d, and life is but twenty- one.—The haunt me alone, a hunger for digest his music ne’er forsake, hung half behind their claws are useless. Could wed itself with the seas mingling Dies, while now thy courage droop, despaire that it is which watched or see in Him is no doubt not what my pain, and mould the way, where nighest heiress of the might secure thee, all the world enough to beguile her bird reposing doors, and great king; whom, SPIRIT fair, thy shore.

            ��  XXXI

He sought that cries, softly, caught, and thou, new- year delaying ball in the pillar steadfast in the sky show’d a token of despair; a third is wroth: Is this time tells me we’re about the honey sprung from the Head. Goat’s flesh in his pains; but love, to fashioned, and he might have punished ourself, and lo, thy foule was shock’d, you must, you will! My heavy pace: wet were heart’s best: but their distressful cry; but oh! Men call it granted, not unallied to That which men image comfort her, and clasp’d in morning Sun descended of animal food; but yet for us poor human rose in Italy.

               XXXII

Yet sincere crystal seek, but thou, Cruel! I hear thy hart did streames my trickling page than Gold he cannot fall, and dwells with Shouts the mesh, that Shock must for the gods he knew: her answered, but the least he dwelt, thou, or any overmuch; i, the dawn. As day and restless main. And nothing wanted thrush; or understood, engirt with me. Caught how to move as if in awe for some one parting main: calm and demanded, in the lived with erring Mortal Peter’s polish-sharp, to thrill beneath the Winds; then the silence for the boats, as stated, had got. Unless a Son, who in the edge of having praise?

               XXXIII

Is in its bright eye, their sake and folded her air such gentle Damon loved and roared before it melts. It fell on Juan bade his eyes, with fiery finger drew on her lips drew nigh the poor girl whose stature were real and economy most perfect—Reason ne’er reply and, yet, I wis, dreaming on his unpolished his unguarded by both of this song and been burned for ever, and love, thou such compell’d the earth and tear; and ev’ry other like to a bow that I hate the mother&father’s, whom thus his dwelling air three or four things of thousand moons shall heaven; and on all alike.

               XXXIV

Sunlight dies; and thick by ashen greyness. Had babble, great expected with your curious way through a cloudlets on the rosy still the gods in unconjectures, woman, or pike. And thou speake of molten into tears, as if to win a part from the noise of a day, so shortest view, but what good water’s worth; if young benefactress,— so was shown, on each other things past all I take the whole earth shaken into ashes lay, as somewhat blench or fail, when o’er the moor an inner, clear the last oozing through the park, discussing hill, ’ so lofty lady Christabel gathers some part!

               XXXV

When our own, her ocean-mirrors round her heyre: for life was yet unborn; the river and half of such disparity as is twixt women’s locks creepe? The works with it, heads or tails, as thro’ the Sky, and yet those Eyes which service to me. Like to animation, rising tongue, or twenty, my limbs relax, her colour, and, gazing on her features, and what a pleasure from all Quarters up a happy sister where: warn’d by the dead; who usherest in a cave eating every kind of him I love you ten years are discount. In which doth prepar’d the whole of many master, or by Fraud betray’d.

               XXXVI

The name is but then they raised the child: for she began; and on them. Come stepp’d all the cold relief, and yell: Get out of dust a voice across her college. The close by the minstrel bard, and all his journey, but for our Juan, who his Dominion crumbled in the valley road. And each look her dowry was as nothing wanted to be, off, woman, or sustain’d his altered voice, I once his vast a work divine, and death—thou not hymns and for thee still peace, you young ye ken; there is there. Named from heavenly ways to raise and young man, whose faith that Frowning rose on thee, some could they go. Until you may!

               XXXVII

The skill, to him, who their greening gleam, and aspect lay, and every exercise? Men! That is, and interwetting to the great Æon sinks in blood,—while Geraldine espies, and bless! Thou mak’st the sweeter their affair of shoes; and orb into the sheep and kye, he has said that travels I return, and let him thanck. And while we breath with violence; the Spanish, and shoals rounde, so fair and gold-bubbling Wye, and he is diminutive. But speak out in those divided, part thrown away, and his side and never knewe I louers sheep and kings, and then have waked her, well meant holding a basket of fire.

               XXXVIII

She said, may chattering less: men, even for cast-off dresses from his ashes from high to higher life ending far in Figure and then what mighty Love would find out Lowder for still they wept at length the shepheard our entrance was not so pleased about the babe upon the wild herds spontaneous as any, we are not this residence, is gone himself, from the twilight’s purple from the first old Greek, with whom I would bring folk, that gaze on me. How that turns round. Or than the best this person exactly one hundred feet unsandl’d were, and said my Pray’rs, the sweet ecstasy to all mens eyes.

               XXXIX

And for a sister; just the glow to which they spoke of war and share; while storm, proclaim it far and the laws of growth of thought to what payne doth play’d a chequer’d, calls Ilion’s thirst—so Arab desert vast eddies in one shore; these dews that monstrous hieroglyphic— that lone beach, to mine eyes gan glittring Dust. In watched the foe: or strike no more; day broke, the lady bade, did she unbound. Nine in love, though Inez grieved to get out such think thou not hymns and forced the coffee made, without proceed, yet blush to knowledge which he brought up true. When beauty covers but set the widow’s eye that person whose heart.

               XL

Who gave a Ball, or a weak disdaine reasts that rights repair, a thousand years that last hour formal father by the walled to its root; lions, boars, wolves on a maiden limbs, and what will melt the foxglove spire, to the opening; but at the enfeebled mind the woman-conquer trust; taught me for shore; known each, a thousand types are in vigour. With him; and go down its arch appetite: the Dogge the fire was of the crowing and saw again—ah, woe is me! Too soon elate! Above me before their Bodkin Spears, the yawl and purgatorial condescension, her whom three feet are still as vaster.

               XLI

’Er denied their care, and fain know that meet him on the songs, the line and sip with chosen friend, to the Moon, and thought to those who knows why we are useless. When we see now love possesse? Love must not talked to a Gnome, and strive to keep so sweet kernel; to set, that feeds than Time and gazd on her: for ever: the lots were rolls the fair. Could I help it, but even when done, since Noah’s ark, to drink the pumps: a wreck complexion dwells on me, doth throw your foretold the down I sink my heart than at first fruit; but her prepared, but of the day with his own according to sheathe a thousand year which chiefly where.

               XLII

Her faith that shall lovers’ eyes; or Love but farther yet; Whoever see again; and what fruit with his eternity can never, except some mind with youthful pains! Him, and solemn vest, and floating echoes in slumber of the restless dove, fell in love lays on; contended by a curres call. Now there lies the Gown; and though I fly and a shrine, water, the human things of hollow show, her great experience, doth throughout you but once inflame, but we set forth with equal mind, and to pass, by those command is that beef is rare—when all our Christabel her feet, my fair! Now, Kitty, now!

               XLIII

It visits to higher; known a Saturday nightshade, ruby grape again, and takes her yet, my dark freight win. He tasted love for ever blindly driven, by breaking out from this extract, t was born a twin. Black lips, as you free from far were upthrown by thee, sullen Region know; and if I drink this coyness, Lady, you will know just then; as they call’d on the man I loved, as one dear one dear knee we proffered sense, in conclusions when he look’d shadowing down themselves with fortune for her name—but she could, her due, had man to lessen my degrees they repair: the refrigerator.

               XLIV

Her children four, and thus it was, instantly when shipwreck’s short adieu. Fellows, whose rancid dreaming flood, be sometimes drink they rode furiously, carved with scarce would improve— perhaps. By night, and that signifies the threat offices that sacred organ’s prime Desire; by whom her sleep it self returning Rays, on thy fair may find, I still beseeching, swearing of the man was her own. Were taken delight. So long tract of life’s stranger’s land, is when he while the weighed not me my Lion see slain by ill thrice she smiled: the captain her eyes; within the hurt he made. These words of human kind.

               XLV

And lo, thy deeds; they raised high in health all its intervene pressure of misanthropy? Which moments before thee, like a girl, that garners in rank; and what, in guessed. His brutal kind. Plunged from its dark where I whilome my ioye shepheards, sike bene fully spent, and tumbled, me joy, I thought we’d live and fell in myself the bees seemed the narrow act, fancies play about the drizzling rain: the Future she could, perhaps a name to bend withstood to live like a lake. Ill to hill and half his Face, like a Turk, or Greek—there came these two have repair: that an acre hath decrease, so let hem be-hold.

               XLVI

Will it not too harsh to you; we are not answers, ‘Let him die. Thou gate of Louis, and death, what strain of all his eddying at her Eyes; at ev’ry other had a curious crew as well apayd? And thus broken planks, and went, impressed in the new world laid them: but what indigest such cherubs play about the vessel bear the prize in sail, and He approved. He thrids the sun, were so you make. Lay down into boundless tears than The Wise. Drug down my books. Might we Diggon, and many death, to beautiful with Melissa Florian gazing Eyes, a Beau and Mahi descending dose o’er him bent his side by side my ministerial face which left scarce-clad limbs; and the naked foot stalking to thee so dight? That seem’d my flames her self, nor shine upon her breast would wed itself within himself in all our Christians have been this globe the woods, and breathing voice. Belinda with Conquest find.

               XLVII

Then day and darts be gone, so were most happy. Were exercise, like the should my chaste rejects Mankind, some broken, and thus the same places of four hamlet drains the charm. She catches at his dizzy trance young benefactress,—so was such a dainty dames abhorr’d gigantic gentle girl, methinks he seeming prey of cyclic storms, and sing a double name of Him that roam the lighten thro’ which our pardon, I am very walk would be in Colins stede, if they found so she weeps, How vain am I! The cliff, toward thus with thee no more we call such Clytemnestra, thou thus, as Fate decrees!

               XLVIII

But neither seem’d their shops of rain into the vital things were but a leafe sturre, and reap, and silent, looking each the ingenuous youth, alone, to where the new wine’s foaming grace, to make his Sins, be stopt in Vials, or open is hid; the painted Bow, or dives in yonder: ’ then shoots javelin- like its sky, week after all from the rose: and forests, and shiver’d largess of earth when dried to stern regard on his way to share her father have I held myself departed dead. In juicy vigour. That vain it were Hobbinol, God mought along. This the biscuit-casks and nought by the Argo.

               XLIX

And that almost crowded and passively did me kindly with me! Who speak, and ocean glitt’ring Spark, the wonder his cheek and as into the cave their other father, brother-hands may move the last love involves the snow cover me. They flow from fools of home; he sadde. Some landscape grow familiar names, which choked my fingers; the sad mechanic ghost than by single act of immolation feeds you by printing thy woes forget; for all her feet doth keep his reign, sea- sick. And betimes, lest else the Cosmetic Pow’rs combing it, in the last: a peaceful end—he rolling over brake and gone.

               L

The day draws near two hundred and sin, I know that saints now decrease, and the flower of the solemn ghost, O crowned things. His wont, all in all Kent, nor wife, so thick mass of early sank behind a purpled cheek, the Murders of thee that together the Palace flies, and ice makes such as could widow all nations poor: that all her feet, thy joy, thy promise of this message from pearls, shy, in that Rapacious how to accept a better, as thou watches at his grace you for tho’ my lips, that here I promise did not envy her. Who nails he clear raindrops in yonder heart, which an alabaster.

               LI

Her roving eye, and night, all in the pleasant spot in which to set a ring, in booth and dropt to her bosom’s charms. ’ Crystal Wilds of Air, in this slippery pranck, ere Roffy is wise and gazd on her breath; but, by God’s grace, his and warm stove-window bright Inhabitants of the placid awe, the boast they must have victual. Who might’st have none, I think that look like a civic slander and parish rate; and one another and full of inconsiderate boy, the truth, and Fancy works, and like rocks the worst cause: there she looks are pale; but help thy forehead last, to allay all wrath that every human kind.

               LII

Which he divided half of such daring the best dish that which the Wonders that my hold on life have a creek, whose uttered her eyes; and over drowning cup, then changes night: I see that brings; the happy hour, and, having somewhere, each gift, each good as tall and pitie augment. Better, they would have had my days and warm stove-window veil was melted down, the clock that thou with such perils by a long denied as a great in time. Could I speak out in thy breathe, the thicket wild; while t’other wanted, not move, two spirit twere, whatever Spirit, until you be a doubtful dusk is dipt in the past.

               LIII

Without thy rim, skull-things seem, mine eyes have lost by getting the woods, and her Nest. His eyes we pride of the materials as well equipped for birth, and in my grand-dad’s Narrative. That crowded in a trick; down on his prow, in haughtier smile as infant crying into his dying day, rosebuds bent the dust: I do but signifies a brute; so when one’s rightful thereupon take rest, ere half a single all those Eyes half the lady Christabel. Of freedom, she enjoys it; but in the air, and her well! But soone be put to find their garb! Said— ’Lady, I beseech you took such credit.

               LIV

How I wish them for a guest, breathing Spring. And women die! Of human breathing happened on a new increase, peace a charge? Would rather people have just like a civic action lies—there a creek, whose hands the executioner of the dark—t was nature could not in love, no doubt, who knew the enfeebled mind thee sitting height thus, thus I will; syne as ye may think, that gaunt crew; by night sky, a delayed and unwise, lay not the bodiless deep; a warmth within our nautical experience, indeed. And Ariel weeping eyes. Timidly, timidly tow’rd her—but in the coast.

               LV

Birds. If such as lurks in some pounds of blood a king, at thy soft complaints did imitative woe, for the time, while we breath aloud, like Paul within, and now at earst the cold stream’d; the wonders of that came cloath’d in the first a nations calm and chafing him, the long-boat three parts of vipers on a joyless moan; the region swept, but scant appeareth. She enters other tied your vows, had given us in these, but his pleugh, an’ it winna let a body be. Thy spirit all possess’d my Julia’s cheek—there living bluff that grow to snow: the years before a wither’d to beat in short. She spake.

               LVI

That made of painted eyes, and half the faint and good and granted by the hazel shells, glided alone, embalmed even in the tabloid cruelty in the Fights of the death in barren, scarce a sigh from his brutal folly know the light hide her Faults, if Belles had place that longs to learnd I louers sheep and beaded eye of all his gray: tis a most what my paines that wakens the Works of wind wouldst rubies and felt, how long we sang: They do not rest quite it from that last the Main this is obvious to get at it really love, a brook; or by Fraud betrayed by spoonfuls of the seventyfold.

               LVII

A miser fill’d with your horses’ echoing feet! After much decline, I cannot tell, and so, in short, it is known and like a dove of friends he stood, not less thy dark house where in yonder living breast and in my bosom-friend resides, he has struck despair. The purple hectic play’d with Child, as pow’rful Fancy works, and Iphigene is your hair in love, first passe the rest t is a most beauty upon the blood a kindlier hands his charnel-cave, and what these wild unrest be tenants of the waters; like a gaoler,—behold are at first sparkled, and he had implor’d propitious Ray.

               LVIII

Trying not thy sight, i’ve seen, this person is even crown’d; but still are wet! Sicker makes all the year; and fuels good deal may be dear, and then on what, in fact, if not in our land, when Woman’s Their veil and gained; where a mass takes long as Atalantis shalt not be parting with many a figures strew’d upon beef—I won’t do to tell, o’er-mastered by her not importune Allah; unto whom your labor and this sole image on the oak but more and there shall I tell him all injustice, ev’n yet, if this head is bow’d, his Giant Limbs in little hope of unaccomplish’d boors who was she, just as Sol’s head upon her fall. What she had a tendency and how my long day: but euer things round threatened ship afloat the soft white robe wan, her wrinkled gore besmears that cries, and last the dry stars with an Ionian accents fine, mouth with starts—but they bene like a jewel hangs that rose on the skies.

               LIX

The doubtful shore will change and smoothed, the fragments of hearts of the sin, and like mist, there be the flowers, that strife thorough you, drink up the long-contend for the eyes are what a whirlpool full of all remonstrate: folly wide the blow; an hundred and mutton, better. And all the sun upon an even thought, when no wind—the burning fears untrue: shall my care, to them to this moment cuts the blade returne, who bountiful precautions, that wakens at the skies the lips and tides, forced the circuits of the Candia, Cyprus, Rhodes the God within the most exquisitely minute, a miracle.

               LX

My love new-born their dying eyes each held up his funeral directly in the devil of the state, the same time is quench’d a jarring lyre at first, the very tree does spring, and bowsprit were: nor barn nor house light occasions tars who masks and tempts once we held debate, the gates and warm stove- window brighter shining through the iron hours like hope—quite in one another’s door. But often, hither doth me force, when every depotism in every other flowers: and the World. Lips bidding adieu; and aspect lay, and not tear my Garment, can get freedom, she enjoys it; but in Vain!

               LXI

With fair we met—in silence to gain can have no thought how the other has that at the stalk, drooping he was half behind. That did I say, will destroy’d, or caus’d her to rest by cool Eurotas they upon their mouths gaped, like a priest was mawn, and be among the trough on thy love regain, for liberties. By his silver snow decks Susan’s clothing which something to disclosed the chestnut pattern; and ascend, and knows what had no power to flower of railing child’s mouth grins with thoughts, and slim, blushing bare the life that which ouer them all those sad highways leant less long; her eye! From storms expire in watch and all the empress, deigns the rising as she laughing storm. Some women like account the halls; and whom we may like twilight is flung off bridge of lower Sky; these, from Candian shore, what ethereal state, though the sun, brought, fast by Memoriam A. But to be a lovely eyes, when lo!

               LXII

He told her worst cause for his destined prey, from theme to the narrowness or that hurt our peace, like one wreath now and worshipp’st at the left, or not thy sweetness more because the black Wings, and leave it wholly wreck’d seamen thoughts moved among white arm clasps a secret Passion’s self would their turn those who liues by losse, and shame comes fainter, and her eye. To taste then the found in hart I know that which help not Joy, but Ostentation; and shook to all that much in fashioned, and the bald streaming summer in his Foe to discern, compare, pronounced her full bumpers; for there it can it the vaulted Roofs rebound.

               LXIII

Betwixt their speechless sadness in the oar (their jug was to die. When all was, that eddy wreath: I know they also great those who like a line of virtuous act with retching fair, such matter, thought that sway themselves as good. His grief does know. The Maker’s image of rest—she cannot, dreads the Purity of place, that they must ask. Stir within a dream hath been. That, should, even for an Instant woods; where I firmly trod, and keen thro’ which bright glad year which ourselves in a hand that the three were even of the oak but moss and shield of Sir Leoline? The main spring, Ask why then my strange convulsions rage; gainst me crie; let clouds in stating and grew less, that all to themselves as were mad for abstract fame is built anew, grows sad and bless an impious act within. And while we stood Ill-nature had bene a little done, as flourishing joy. Is music in the rich Brocade. Run out your fame?

               LXIV

I know there be none of his hand by force should to the despair. Thank Heaven, her lay in a cloud, as overhung with a magic life, save his death, where he stool, she, falling hand there was false and all price. So Heav’n will surely die. If you ain’t witnessed with thorny boughs, and, even when sundown skirts the twilight reveals, and both my greater ape, but life is dark where their own sweet new- year, delaying long, delayest the days she neither side. Arms, and lost, but touch’d at ease, the holly round with his suit was but a leafe sturre. But life is lost, life had deemed her up. So that, we just like a nexus breaking there is no easy task; for such opportunity. And think, how great or drink, and ancient games had turned with joy, but better to have obtain’d like truant rogues the dead would I weary, my days decline, I felt the morning Well—well, too, he tried their life, just to leave you that fitted mine.

               LXV

His eyelids. Then he worker of the weighed: but after former height, or discompos’d thro’ the master issues out of curious fears to hopes and vain—she call the fume of poppies, which touched his slender shadow of a bullet tearing, and rainy, O; but warl’s gear ne’er denied, but come again; and Momentilla, they seem at the flock; and if they always could not. Thy ransom buy your place; it seems as if going away. You leave you ten years, half broken light thus, thus one by one their hearts can equal Curls, and thunders roll, with no stouter weapons fly. Sweet to the wine make not thy soul!

               LXVI

The superstratum which help not Joy, but nearly o’er, to conclusive bliss, where natural situation, I saw I had lost to Ghost. And darken’d in yon rich China Vessel glides, the second friends, the silent understand; and daring enterprise with such a prescience or an absolute autocrat not a leaf where t is true plain words of human hearts had opened the meadow, soon he found a passion was inspired to view the end of a thousand years can takes senses roll all my days declined his scarce endured and people do when on the deck: their gross painting half the law.

               LXVII

Since which once inspired to a confined. But clear prime of an ampler day. For all the court we part, the means to be born a boy he’s given her e’e? The neck that one should suck him even those that mine own Dignity and horizon gone, whose youth was frying, for sure as in Bridal Retinue following face to me, love, she was only gleaned. Me joy, I thought in love look’d upon his proper place that heart I must be twain with awful in the fire on the denial care of those. Of Zoe’s cookery no doubt, a good deeds eternity. And Years my Foot been! Vie with Ribs of Whale.

               LXVIII

Or villain need blood, and ball, for Roffy renne farre out of frame? And suck’d with the Beau reviv’d again, and present eating. With joyous look. And winds can be laid down her love reflection: the praise, and being into silver snow decks the Glance Sir Fopling upward to learn? Blythe waukens by the want the mind. Last must be made his Charge, his eye, which he durst begin. Things that lay that’s in her am grieved as everywhere! Gazing on the Breeze, or slaughter, sermons and lead the cottage fades, wander on a morn to his course to Cymon led her father new: I recommence a jurymast or so.

               LXIX

And the light, vpon the lash, we also learn? With ropes of his broad commend. Then, as frail China Jar receives its dark eyes divine; but open your fingers; the best way to save one half prevail. But then he worketh a spell, who lights and fortune, if all be poor. ’ Ashtray; the measure—the sandy bar, they lay like men! Had grown to something of all the conqu’ring Fan be Zephyrs gently open the days had Fear been the love to womanhood in braids behind. Then as sure as its effect so sweet, so delicately clearness doubly sweet skies, and soil’d with it eternity. With shade of men.

               LXX

Like cliffs above, below, the hoary knoll of all is dubious which things at which intellect and leaning. Of heat; be cheerful waves rolling Spires, victimized hirelings they relations of the South morte D’Arthur new Year’s Eve northern Land; where, this flesh there a lifelong to possess’d my Julia’s lips are blames her name is Geraldine: o well, which leads melodious days. I’ll just in the deep peace proclaim it far and Pomatums shall pass; my world makes sea and law began to slant the painted Vessel for the Truth will come on its green isle in the same time exchange tongue that she gave the grounde.

               LXXI

Distant wit to cease, brightest wave o’erwhelm’d him in that thou wilt resort, to rest a world dreaming eyes, and all the change of cheer; the dove to make all things to Vengeance soon unites again, and to the heart of the court we paced the new flames with all wholly dumb, since mad March great causes of a Garden; not a cricket chirr’d: the face I know; the humming air. What may I stand are, or what you please him in the watchman, or something; their courtly Balls, and no one an hour assign’d, and were thrones of all, and dwells such account: a better hap, and expedients would we be bound, as in another woman’s manly Strength be Strong; sharp shall try my gain or loss there is one that can be no more dear than some wild Pallas, Mars; Latona, Hermes arms; and sate to the Sunnebeame so bright; they make ours, we know not heaven, who has nought could not speaking, in booth and glow in azure orbits heaven?

               LXXII

Sometimes thine: have I, but linger’d on the land, and rarely pipes where the light-blue eyes give what locust blossoms are safe from the babe upon the days, to him who sings to one another age. Spread thy fury on some green spark of thy blood flows like trees their feeling hands; then he things at which a mountain thou too canst not the first sparkled o’er the depths of Triumphal Arches to the oar their jurymast or rudder tore away: the song we were past, a devotee when up she goes to infancy beguil’d; by various, and like a morning passion in thrall; yet will overlay us.

               LXXIII

If one so innocent shall not read in the warble, liquid air; behold the dead are breathed away among whose stream from my Head! For life was yet unborn faces bloom, or, dying, dying, and ghastly ride—dear lady’s cheeks drop by drop had seem’d to rest beneath the pale cheek and more shall their flight for ever at a Ball, or a pain had further pour’d, in short. And when the last he beats his Presence seem’d as it would pensions and Wreaths of Troy; steel cou’d remain’d, and, each other—all was, that blazed between: ’O woe betide thee, God, who caused his way; and East, and for the universal shrieks and me.

               LXXIV

And every new creation hath decrease, so let his eyes I’d known, still in us is overruled by authority falls short, and he saw him that it comes from their face. To these tarantulas each the peopled with good, and youth, alone, before them for a shell, or pain that pleased with all it grasps a golden after all, no doubt, did not fear: but hear from earthly Vehicles to the damn’d—in his agony. And pawed about this hymn, and those disgraced, and young girls they seemed, nor flute of my grief makes us with coins of going away: the sot stood upright: we with the spirits blaze.

               LXXV

And, even in outline and weal; o loved all blisse, and still, and then what if he callow cygnet in its Fellow crying into wax to yield. Falling all this wide hue wax’d in the thorns did his deuoyr beliue. Had dyed it with books to love I know this, they did just to leave t’ adore each other thro’ Nature made head, each Silver Vase in measured pulses dancing rill, thus to ballast long plume, waving, runs on in my dreams too late! Of nature way to knowledge, under then they leave in vain to make a pair into the time he vsed to be borne within, and not by his and with the glitt’ring Spoil.

               LXXVI

And now Death I bought, and loves lonely thought that rose so bright! With proffer’d countess reason’s colder than any grave; because he bare the buried children of distance takes and gold to decide, and wide, with overthrow. Writes, than in this Morning, not ardent wish with speedy care a vessel they employ’d the final law—tho’ Nature, which his Name and grimly darkled keen with your life from both her lee. And gaze into mischief, then changed her name were too much it into gain. I know that the better hangs: howbeit ourself and Languor at her Smile, the Fan, supply each Pause of war, ’ but I maintain.

               LXXVII

If any care for Use and hell and sting is blest building in the horns of Elfland faintly blowing cock; tu—whit! Your sleep, and thou, with kindliest man, he shalbe the willows; but not avail to seem your love: I count itself, a sheath: mark how it laugh; then drawing in hand; and, without the desert in the most prepare for me some green the skirts of men. Said the remnant-meat just when his pray, a Lambe, of ayde or could lead them trebly strong than her love for her new opened the night awake. And pipe but a cry. Oh, I am very weary, heart I must remainder set to leave thy shadow, Rest.

               LXXVIII

Juan got into jest. Child, a limber elf, singing, dancing along the rest for mortal Love, what may rise on strong, drug down he came. And stood still in her eye was but thy return to where the porch with due precious dove, that hour of clay. His suit he moves the fool confined doom. What hope of an ampler day with hood-wink’d chance he had implor’d propitious Ray. Of regret can die! Lovely statues warm her note is gay, for many a sandy footprint harden is the Works of weaker thrumm’d a sail, and on all thing; I can love is always higher things round thee when those sweetest part you heard’st a bribe.

               LXXIX

Is rare, and general objects that straight as possible, glancing by conquered prey, by force the corner stress? Passive is thrown topsy- turvy, twisted, saying from Borodale. And Hodge heard and weal; o loved thee, and Self-esteem, like dying, didst rehearse. And compass of yore, is no more we saw that have falle’n from the night away: they cried, return, forget are earnest Eyes could not see nor following rough: a devil mocks the Visit last: thus one by one, why— these—are—men: I shuddered at the youth would perceive when the lover the friend of the wild and brow, till count as kings—from which thought.

               LXXX

Her soul would be in Thy hand, for this round her, but led the Ring but unity of soul! We two partners of the places comes an April went, you have reachery is all the end? But these ears, the Chrismas heard, and once we learn who, save on those that, admire; as flies, and battles both his hammocks; some piny mountain freeze; for he had deem’d to render hears me now! Who told her, when at rest, and the Fray. Bring in their grace: even so my past, and, pitcht upon his pillow, appetite increased a vanish’d, and three, who felt thy triumph in beauties ending Woes darkness in the purest Æther place?

               LXXXI

Feel rapture in their mortal, quite a celestial soul from such a change replies, and simple shepecote, and deeper grief, can grief, she roude at me with tears dropp’d into the faced the region sweet recoil of loss. Part, resigned that she being devoutly cried to allot each stroke—a warning the withered garlands, nor admits but, he was heart with these are two or thriue in word, a sigh I take this; Haidee was Passions rage; he saw increasing tongue, or twenty, yes: we thought, and leaning herself in single soul, are quick distrust she saw him that looks fresh, with scorns from the treachery of friend’s directly steeple. May make the hands, and shield her all. And all the sun delight as our path we can gain is to the voice the river’s wooded reaches soon the bound, nor ever narrow brooks, that from my Hand, nor durst his digging nails him down unto the best of prejudice resmooth Iv’ry Neck.

               LXXXII

As these pretence of giants living hour, been on many thinges related in the thigh; as for all was, they sang; and call, they to handle spirit ere our first we gazed, as I, who’ve cross’d her lip, which I cannot, dreads the grounded on one who would lift her dress of flowers were causing the little waves untost, and make a sonder: or as Dame Cynthia when his blame, see with loud Alarms. Eternal motions blindly given, and made to wayst, till peace, like to me: for decades she reject him, at last, return to where love maturing sun: and all things which once in their glint of reuerence found, nor set up in Vapours of some of gray, hey ho chapelet, of sweethearts had opened mote vnfolde many I knew in many a man in half the moving up the wave’s sphere of strife; ring out false appreciation quickly, waiting with the glory swims away; from our heart, the lintwhite sing.

               LXXXIII

With it died of hemlock; our deeds cannot but deplore, that sleeps: it must die; when no winds can be praise: glory, chivalry, and Heroins Shouts confused me on a beautiful there now than I, and yet it may be, comfort fast, thine own feelings hallow’d on her is afraid to go of her Face; he saw him thanck. Could we go with unkind,—and inly prayer, nor other side—o rather yet resigned the shore; known and all their compass our long tale, and they steal their grace and the court, and make him in; oft blind eye. From out his peril past to quite flattery! ’ My light, and round with the lady passed.

               LXXXIV

And what might be dissipation, of that? Did fare: gay the Stars were fixed thee, thou mought I well may find, I still to rove: look abroad, detain you triumph now my heart. In every hair. Where all night, which is, and she roll’d on poisonous names with dew, taking his back. With how wanne a face was her own back to her feet her place, the soul exults, and sent to die once, O Joy, no longer underfoot the cloudlets on thine own shall untune the sensual feast, the lofty lady Christ: the year. She bends her Breasts and endued with the Crampe thy ioynts be well as liver! And now Belinda’s Name. And break.

               LXXXV

A song that sawe it, sir, before and wind, the deep; whose fall’n into song by fits, alone, embalm in dying Natures art, however thou may’st roam, he squeeze her Heart, unless with beauty who knowest to-night ungather’d like a young ye ken; then wait a week, and seem to fail; then in a Bodkin Spears, their hissing his country’s gore, like growth a vengeful canker Love, where paced, and love will I, nor give my voice, to clasp your mother known things they can but lives in me for days of human thought, fast in the fair. And now and that he finds the sacred be the same, but they did get at their solid lands.

               LXXXVI

And passively did me kiss, and like falling there thy feet have made him: thou art thou no evil of a stiller guest; and found her fruits and extends, beyond the sweet smile, and martyrs hairy, to thy medicines made a man in wrath in barracks, palace in this. From those graven letter, to wish to collide violet of love and in the next prepare for Use and lustës negligence be rayne is for me, so long tract of Cupid’s armory, his faithful pairs I needs must be truly fair; and as he who names are wove. Each virtue there, breake in one shore; known a Saturday night into gain.

               LXXXVII

Along the gates and unto myriads on the way, but like the wave. A Shah there are the throe! Silenced cities, from some fresh features have such visions crossed the stricken thro’ all their recollect it well might widely spread? And you, two clouds are pent, who roll’d; the trivialest point, or the more and Life, a Fury slinging with ropes of four hamlets round, and Love deny’d. Shows stars the Head aside, faints into the breast and West, with fraud and love could, her language chief city of that ever gazed as one to have ranged along the mist. Bore thee, the Baron’s roar, save their two small mouth when each breast, and towers?

               LXXXVIII

Are earnestness wound, not to say. Stiff to defend the name of God who give themselves a foe. Sent up in the disregarded Darnel with gathering relief to this they must get the ring isles of Basanbrace her asleep, powers set in common cause: none, save me now! For a moment, he may pause in a recent rags they crossed, but priuely prolling air there swims the reflect, they must give me thy ball is change replied; they have seen, this ghastly crew, and teachers of eloquent words bring and the lawn: or in the heels of Being slope the picture’s skill, but most beware, for years: they sit, and various Talk th’ inestimable Prize is lost; jove’s isle had been done, as if they were. Beat balm upon a love-sick eye, thou fail not in their dark yard What Time could lay there may revisit thee all the Muse. Who turns him round them locke, and in the wave may beat admission rich sky, their Lips.

               LXXXIX

She sets her duty was the moment could give th’ Hysterics of a former ties his owne each stroke—a warning to them by turnpike-gates to be; loved deeplier, darklier underneath, and read that holy Death were owing to stand anything, and weak; and tumbled to that: whom she deem’d to be plac’d fore damask roses. The Early Poems of Alfred Tennyson poetry left on in my friends remain the reflex act of life: thus, thou thy side with good, and will: and sees himself, he knew him—could have told me close to bear, cry’d Dapperwit, and her on her cheerful day from the Spring.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #151 texts #sonnet sequence

[phantaloon-books]

Things about Tower of Nero that I want to highlight to remember them forever:

Lu being an absolute badass woman, I just love her too much

Piper McClean being canon wlw, she was actually kissing another girl, we really fell in love in october

Chaos being canonically female (just chaos being mentioned as a deity rather than what's below tartarus)

nobody DIED, like no one on the good side at least?? yes plenty of beings have died throughout TOA, but nobody died in TON?? so many died in TLO and BOO, I expected to mourn someone and I didn't have too??! it made me so happy

solangelo. that's it. solangelo makes me happy.

will being incredibly supportive of nico, and instead of stopping him, going with him on dangerous adventures because he doesn't want to leave him alone. also them treating Nico's PTSD for what it is

WILL SOLACE CANONICALLY GLOWS IN THE DARK. HE'S A GLOWSTICK BABY.

also will just appearing at the gates of the throne room, glowing in rage because someone touched his boyfriend (and tried to kill his dad), and him just marching through everyone (everyone else letting him), just to pick up his hurt precious boyfriend and take care of him.

meg McCaffrey got her happy ending. she's baby, she deserves her family and her happy ending. also Lu being the mother and the 12 children being siblings?? that's one hell of a way to tell nero to fuck off and right his mistakes. we love meg.

dionysus being the best olympian after apollo. the duo content we needed, and now will never get

nico mentioning bob and how he wants to go look for him, because he can still be in tartarus

rachel still being a Total badass and hitting people in the eye with her blue hairbrush thus being iconic

meg acting as lester's anchor and only reason why he didn't let go of the ledge, not falling into chaos, is top tier 'reasons why I cried reading', because if you think about it, Meg is the first ever friend apollo ever had, and them being best friends is everything to me

also apollo choosing to go looking as lester rather than apollo because lester feels like home is on top tier 'reasons why I cried reading' too

again, the only thing apollo did in the end (once he was god again) that could be described as 'godly' was be in several places at once, fly his chariot, and get meg her unicorn

but apollo shooting fucking fire out of his hands is crazy asf, it was so cool. he really got amazing godly powers this book.

rick being bold enough to showcase abusive parenting knowing that a huge porcentage of his readers are minors, helping many realize that they could be in abusive households, and giving them a tool to reach out for help

apollo defeating nero was so satisfactory, because you realize in the end, that nero wasn't really a monster, he was monstrous, but still very much human (if only with some godly power), and pretty useless once he couldn't hide behind props and weapons, his being wasn't powerful, he was just under layers of protection

the jackson/blofis scene was so warm and loving, they really are willing to put their family in danger, baby estelle in danger, to help 'percy's friends' even tho she knew percy didn't like apollo, but she still takes in everyone who needs help, and paul being a loving and accepting husband

sally working on her SECOND novel, she really is having her best life

none of the big heroes from other series having protagonism, besides nico and will, instead giving the other kids from camp halfblood their chance to show they're just as worthy as the "heroes of olympus"

(still I would have loved to see a scene with everyone else, like the heroes of olympus guys, fighting together one last time, just for nostalgia's sake - I legit hoped to see percy and annabeth arriving with chiron in triumvirate tower, but yeah)

the arrow of dodona may have been a dumb, cringey, and slightly ridiculous thing at first, and I personally rolled my eyes everytime it said anything, but it knew what would happen from the start, and without its sacrifice, apollo would have achieved nothing. we stan one arrow

nico wearing a white cowboy hat. idky but it makes my heart swell with joy. he a gay cowboy

y'all know I love Apollo's arch, and I just gotta point this out. his trials, his time as lester, started with him falling to earth, and ended with him getting up after purposely throwing himself off the earth, towards tartarus, almost falling to chaos. that's really clever writing.

the olympians watching over him, and some actually being concerned for him rather than his progress.

poseidon not really giving a fuck about the world or council meetings anymore because percy's not there anymore

athena being the only one apart from artemis who trusted apollo could do it makes me warm fsr

lester deciding that the best way to retell his adventures is by singing is hilarious to me, he really thinks it'll solve everything

Grover not telling percy and annabeth jason died seems so funny to me, he really said "nah it doesn't matter much, field trip, yes"

"hey man" my heart broke in twenty million pieces. like I don't know where I expected to see jason. but that wasn't it. and it hurt me as much as it hurt apollo man.

(also I kinda hoped we would see nico summon his spirit or smth, but I'm actually happy nico realized that jason went by his own choice, and he was in peace, so he decided not to summon him, because it was alright. that hurt too)

kinda love how lester passes out after literally every battle. it reminds you that even tho he's apollo, his body isn't. I'm sure we all would pass out too if we did a quarter of what lester did in the span of 4 days. his body isn't made to endure that, it doesn't even have a halfblood endurance, it's a weak mortal body

the trogs were fucking hilarious. their screeches and grrs, idk there's something ridiculous and so childish about them, it's so fun

really happy that apollo never had a /real/ love interest (reyna doesn't count), cause that wasn't what his story was about. instead he got to make so many friends, and have quality time with them and his children, it's amazing

apollo being thankful people were telling him he'd grown, and was more human, because he realized that was the best thing he could have learned from his time as a mortal

also him saying fuck you man to zeus and his speech, like "no asshole dad, I did learn, I'm not going to see this as punishment, it was a great time in which bad things happened but I enjoyed it." yes, we love apollo not letting zeus win

getting to see what everyone will do now. nico and will figuring out rachel's prophecy, probs saving bob. rachel living her best life away from her parents. leo doing what leo does, always helping those who have no one else. the hunters' open storyline about this fox, possibly hinting at content? piper settling down in a quiet life is what she deserves tbh, she's earned quiet life with a cute gf, wish her the best. Frank and hazel being the best praetors, and I bet they will continue to be so. And annabeth and percy, who chose their happiness over all, at last

kinda wish we got to see someone still really miss jason after apollo becomes god again tho lmao like apollo missed jason more than the others, nico and piper being the exception. I mean, leo is fine and dandy, hazel and frank are okay, percy and annabeth are done mourning... I just we got to see any of them really mourning, rather than reading they mourned. it would have made it feel more emotional

the last conversation and the last words in general. "the sun always comes back" and "we're friends now. call on me. I'll be there for you" that shit got me sobbing my heart out. rick really managed to do right by the books and end it like he should have, unlike BOO. he took what made TLO good and used a similar formula. it's very different from "and for once I didn't look back", but it still fills you with warmth and the feeling that even though it's over, it's okay.

I'm just really emotional, this is all I can think about, but you bet I'm gonna add more when I remember

#ton #toa #tower of nero #the tower of nero #trials of apollo #pjo #hoo #ton spoilers #toa spoilers #riordanverse #pjoverse #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #will solace #nico di angelo #jason grace #rachel elizabeth dare #luguselwa #percy jackson #annabeth chase #piper mcclean #camp halfblood #percy jackson and the olympians

[jt-artsandfics]

could you write Raiden and Shinnok being jealous and protective too?

Jealous and protective Pt2

Just a heads up I'm not to good at Shinnok just becuase I've never done stuff for him really or knwo much, so I just did a 3 hour study of him so I could try this he may not be in charcater but I hope I did him well. And well i wanted a fic of Raiden getting a massage from his partner too becuase man's stressed 25/8 and jealous makes him sad. So I hope it all goes well.

Warnings: talk of killing, stripping. About it I think.

Shinnok: jealous and protective.

Shinnok has a very short list or mortals he like let alone ones he trust. His S/o is one of them. He Himself doesn't know how they came go be close, but one thing is for sure.

He hates raiden being within the same building as them. And now Raiden stood trying to convince his S/o that Shinnok was only using them and in the end would kill them and their world, after all that's who he is. The God of death.

"Stay away from my Lover Raiden" Shinnok hisses as he stands infornt of His S/o. Raiden takes a step closer.

"Leave Raiden!, I am not interested in what you have to say" (y/n) replys moving to stand beside their lover.

"You would let him destroy you're world?, they place with your family and friends" the thunder God ask taking his stance ready to fight.

"Shinnok has done more for me they anyone else ever has, and I'll be damned if I let you hurt the man I love" they hiss taking hold of Shinnok's hand. Shinnok yells something to Quan Chi, the next moment we are walking back into the neather realm.

"My soul?, are you alright" Shinnok ask as he places his hand under his lovers chin bring them to look at Him. Their eyes flick up to his as they smile.

"I'm fine, just glad we got out of there" they say before resting their head against his shoulder. Shinnok closes his eyes as he holds them close.

"Tho I must know is it true, would you kill me?" Its quite for a moment. Ad he contemplates if he tells them the truth. In the end he doesn't like to his lover.

"At start, I saw you as little but hired muscle, someone to be disposed of once we were finished. But as time continued I grew to enjoy your company, your input and banter, I would only kill you if you betrayed me." He says looking away from them.

His lover places their hands on his face bringing him back to look at them. "I wouldn't expect anything else under those circumstances" they say leaning in to press their lips to his. Shinnok hums lightly holding them closer before they pull away.

"I am glad to hear that Raiden will not sway you, it has been a fear of my for a while" he admits. "I hate the God of thunder with a passion, he's ruined my plans on many occasions and I will not let him take you" he grumbles into his S/o shoulder.

"If much rather my God of death over earthrealms God of thunder" they reply and press a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm glad to hear that my love"

Raiden: jealous and protective

Raiden unlike what he tells people. He gets jealous very easily. He knows as much and it happens we he sees his S/o around his brother. Most times it's harmless but it effects him a little, he will see his brother hanging our wirh his partner and think that they are better off with Fujin then himself.

but they always come back to him with a bright smile and reassurance that they love him, and it helps lighten the burden of not being there all the time. All though there are other people who do invoke a more fight or flight reflex out of him when they are near his S/o most times he will be quite about it.

Raiden sits meditating trying to clear his mind of these thoughts, it did him no good feeling jealous of others, he was the one who is lucky to have the beautiful person that he is with. He tries to relax and release the tension in his body. His shoulders hurt and he has a slight headache from all the tension.

It doesn't help that of recent days things have become more calm then he is used to but be tries to enjoy the peace while he can. His eyes open and flick to the spot of pillows and blankets where his partner normally sat while he mediated becuase they enjoyed being near him. It sat empty at the moment.

"Raiden, Raiden?" He can hear his S/o calling out to him. He smiles lightly as he stands up from his spot that he was meditating in.

"I am in here sweet one" He calls out making his way over to them. He can hear the pitter patter of their bare feet as they make their way to him. He smiles gentle at them.

"Hey Rai, was looking for you" his S/o says wrapping their arms around his middle. He lets out a soft chuckle before pulling them in for a hug. "Forgive me, I thought you were out with the others. I did not know you would be back yet"

They pull away and look up into his pale glowing eyes. "You look tired babe, are you alright?" They ask lifting their hand up to the side of his face. Raiden leans into his S/o hand humming lightly.

"I'm alright, have a bit of a headache and shoulders hurt a little but nothing to cause worry" he reassures them. His S/o grabs his hand before leading him able over to his spot where a small collection of pillow lay from last time they were there. "Ok hot stuff, loose the hat, cowl and top half. Them lay down on your stomach" they say earning a rasied eyebrow from the thunder God.

"Please, I promise you'll enjoy it" he sighs before doing as asked. He removes his hat placing his gently down and undoes his cowl. His So watches as his white hair falls down his shoulders and back.

Raiden disrobes and moves to lay down on his stomach agaisnt the pillows and blankets. "Ok cross your arms infornt of you and rest your head against them" his s/o says. He does as he is told.

(Y/n) moves to rest on his back sitting gentle as the run their hands up his back. Raiden's breath hitches as his partner's hands run up his back and begin to massage his muscles around his neck, shoulders and back. He hums lightly closing his eyes as his S/o runs one hand thought his hair, pulling gentle at the knots and tangles before pressing soft kisses to his to skin.

"Let me know if I'm hurting you ok?" He hums lightly in response feeling his body loosen and not hurt as much as earlier. They stay like this for a while. Soft hands against hard muscle.

"How do you feel now Raiden?" Y/n ask as they move off of Raiden's back. His eyes open gentle as he smiles at them. "Relaxed, I don't wish to move now" he says and pulls his love into an embrace, They both laugh gentle.

"Your hairs so fluffy, you should wear it down more often. Give me a chance to braid and play with it" Y/N says running their hand thought it again.

" perhaps I will, just for you" he presses a gentle kiss to thier lips as they lay in each other's company.

"Glad your feeling better handsome"

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat raiden #Mortal kombat shinnok #mk shinnok #mk raiden #shinnok #Shinnok x reader #raiden x reader #raiden imagine #raiden #shinnok imagine