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mobbu-min · 5 months

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☆ erm, let's not do that ☆

requested by anon! Hi there! So i would like to request The overblot gang with a S/O who likes to pick on their fingers whenever they are stressed and considering what Yuu have to go through, they would have a bloody hand if it werent for the fact they use gloves when they are really stressed out. (They dont wear gloves often because it will look weird when it doesnt fit the outfit but will wear it if necessary). So what are the overblot gang (seperate) reactions when he learns why his S/O pick on their fingers and wear gloves? P.s. you are an amazing writer and i love your work, keep up the good work! Hope you have a lovely day/night!

a/n so it's been awhile... how have you guys been? i've been okay, been dealing with post graduation fatigue and depression. been wondering what the hell am i doing with my world and wondering if things are really worth it. i miss bts, i miss jin and hobi and most of all yoongi. i miss the person i used to be. i miss the person that was my rock for a good few years. i wish this whole life thing wasn;t so hard, but! twst makes my brain go brrrr, so that's good i guess lolol. i'm working on stuff dw! and i'll try to post more, so thank you all so much to those who have been waiting! i love you all!!! <333

characters mentioned: overblot boys!

!tw! blood, would this be considered self harm? (an actual question btw)

Riddle Rosehearts <3

⋆ He’s so concerned. Honestly, when he saw the state of your hands, he gasped like some Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.

⋆ He’s not the type to beat around the bush, but he’s gentle about it. He’s quick to voice his concern for your health and if there’s any way for him to help you.

⋆ Knowing that he is part of the cause of your pain, sorta sends him spiraling somewhat. It really makes Riddle want to become a better person after seeing the after effects of his tyranny.

⋆ Whenever Riddle sees you picking at your hands, he kinda swats at your hands like an angry cat. A disappointed pout on his soft features. He really tries okay.

⋆ Riddle will patch your hand up. He’s so gentle about it too. Holding your hands as if they were blessed by the Queen of Hearts (honestly there’s probably a rule about it)

⋆ He’s taken to holding your hand when you're together. He stutters out a quick ‘I-it’s to help you!’ before dragging you away to study. When you're alone, Riddle has the habit of kissing your hands, mumbling sweet words.

⋆ Overall, Riddle is concerned but willing to do anything to help you.

“If you ever find the urge to harm yourself, no matter how small, I ask you to seek me out. I will always spare you a moment. Afterall, I care about you, please don’t forget that.”

Leona Kingscholar <3

⋆ He noticed the state of your hands the moment he met you, but didn’t mention it until you grew closer. Like Riddle, he doesn’t beat around the bush. But unlike Riddle, Leona is so incredibly blunt.

⋆ After you tell him it’s a habit you’ve picked up after certain events, Leona drops the subject. The both of you are too awkward to keep it going. Afterall, you both knew what events could have led you here. Guilt was quick to snag Leona’s heart.

⋆ He’s not upfront about his emotions. Leona’s quite bad with vocalizing his worries, but he’s always been a firm believer in actions over words anyways.

⋆ Expensive gloves, creams and ointments from his land, heck even fidget toys he’s seen Cheka play with, shows up at your door. Anything he believes that could help you, he’s getting.

⋆ If you’re together and your hands get particularly bad, he’s dragging you to the infirmary to patch you up (he ends up snagging/buying bandages to keep on him just in case after) He doesn’t really talk much, but the sentiment is there.

⋆ Like Riddle, Leona will hold your hands to stop you from picking at your skin. His grip is tight, but not in a way that seems like he’s scolding you or mad, but tight in a way that's comforting. As if saying ‘I’m here.’

‘Oi, stop that… Yeah, I’m aware, but I’m here now. Let’s find other ways to deal with your stress, yeah? (whispering) I think I’ve got a few ideas, if you’re up to it, herbivore~’

Azul Ashengrotto <3

⋆ He beats around the bush. Azul is weirddddd about it.

⋆ On one hand, he’s worried about you. On the other hand, his capitalist side wants to find some way to profit off it. Somehow he manages to quell both sides. (he ends up making hand cream/ointment using like floyd’s mucus thing, rip floyd)

⋆ Azul, despite his incessant need to bottle up his emotions for others, finds it hard to ignore the state of your hands, and likewise state of your health, any longer. He doesn’t know how to approach the topic. Does he ask right away? Should he ease you into it? He, for the first time since his overblot, is lost for words.

⋆ He does eventually get the guts to ask and oh boy, he never knew guilt felt this bad.

⋆ Azul kinda sucks at helping you, he won’t hold your hand (only in private) and he’s kinda frivolous with money (so no expensive gifts) but he’s good with his words. And when he sees you starting to pick at your hands, he immediately starts running his mouth. And he can talk for hours. And he’s entertaining too. Leaving you so enraptured by his words that you forget about the need to pick at your skin.

⋆ He’s always good at always keeping you busy. And no this isn’t some way to get free labor out of you. Typically you help him with paper work, just you and him in his little office.

⋆ Azul may always be boasting about how kind he is outloud, but you both know his true kindness is always quiet.

‘Ah, that’s enough paperwork for today. How about we go to the lounge for a few drinks? There’s plenty more I wish to share with you about the stock market.’

Jamil Viper <3

⋆ He doesn’t notice until you’re hissing in pain from something spicy touching your tender skin (listen i know this does make sense, but trust me, it hurts) He’s confused and worried at first and confused and worried after.

⋆ Jamil scolds you for working without some sort of protection while he tenderly washes your hands.

⋆ I feel like Jamil also has some bad coping habits, so he’s quick to put two and two together. He doesn’t ask, but there is a noticeable shift in his behavior. Jamil is a lot more gentle, not in a demeaning way, but in an awkward ‘I want to help you, but idk how, just please appreciate my efforts’ sorta way.

⋆ Since he still has his duties as Vice Housewarden and Kalim’s aid, he’s pretty tight on time, but he tries his best to spare you a few minutes. And if he can’t, you’ll always find a lunch box sitting on your desk.

⋆ Jamil is always willing to bandage your hands if they get particularly bad. He’ll use healing ointment that smells like home and is as gentle as his voice.

⋆ And while he can’t give you extraordinary gifts or talk for hours on end, Jamil is always ready to lend you a hand to heal your own destruction like how you healed him.

‘Stop squirming so much, I’ll mess up your banadages. -sigh- You really have to start wearing some sort of gloves… Mh? What was that?… You like it when I bandage your hand? E-eh- ahem, well if you like it so much, I might as well start charging you. …Ahaha, I never said thuarmarks, did I?”

Vil Schoenheit <3

⋆ He takes one look at your hand and instantly brings out a 12 step hand routine.

⋆ Listen, he doesn't care if you do it out of stress, he’s going to fix your hands while helping you find better ways to handle it.

⋆ He rubs like this gel liquid thing that tastes bad to prevent you from biting away the skin near your nail (it’s an actual thing don’t worry) He’s pulling all the stops to prevent you from injuring your hands even more than they already are.

⋆ Vil often walks the fine line of being really gentle or really strict about it. And it doesn’t stem from his perfection issues, he is just kinda bad at expressing his emotions in a way that is both productive and compassionate. He does care, you’ll just have to look for hidden meanings in his long lectures.

⋆ No doubt, Vil is getting both of you matching gloves with your signature colors as accents.

⋆ The whole 12 step hand routine actually does become routine for the both of you. Typically taking place at Pomefiore, you’ll both talk about your day. Vil sees this as a way to check off all three boxes.

⋆ He gets to do his nightly hand routine.

⋆ You're improving day by day from talking about your emotions with him.

⋆ And he gets to spend one on one time with you!

⋆ It's a win-win situation! And your hands have never been softer!

‘And Epel just had to prove his point, which ended up with him casting a Zip Tight Spell on him. Despite not even being able to move his mouth, I could tell there was so much anger running though his little body. Goodness, how ridicu-hm? Did my little spudling fall asleep? How rude~ -sigh- Sweet dreams, darling~’

Idia Shroud <3

⋆ It’s Ortho that brings up your problem. Worry evident in his voice as he showed pictures of your hands to his big brother.

⋆ Despite being gaming buddies, Idia really never paid attention to your outer appearance. Too preoccupied in his desire to beat you at every game you both play.

⋆ And poor Idia, guilt grabs him by his long ass hair and flings his lanky body across the room multiple times (not really, but in Idia’s head that what's happening)

⋆ Unlike all of the others mentioned, Idia’s way of help is rather unconventional. He’s not good at talking nor is he good at physical touch, but you know what he is good at? Yeah, making things.

⋆ After a long night, Idia shows up at Ramshackle holding a small box. What is in the box? Well your own personal health robocat! This cat is kinda like Ortho just to a lesser degree (think of the robocat seven made mc!)

⋆ Listen, he knows he’s severely lacking in multiple departments of this whole dating, heck even friend, thing, but he is trying! And RoboCat is the ultimate form of his love! It’s quite romantic really.

⋆ Is Grim happy about the new intruder? No! But your health is more important than his feelings!

⋆ Idia swears he died of pure happiness at your expression. His two favorite things together!? Eek! It’s too much!

‘A-and next time you find yourself in trouble, just c-call for Robocat and she’ll come flying!… A laser beam like Ortho? Good idea! I’ll make sure to add it in her name update!’

Malleus Draconia <3

⋆ His heart aches to see the pain you put yourself through. If it was up to him, he’d simply whisk you away to a place where no stress could muddle your beautiful mind. If he could, he would kill stress itself.

⋆ But alas, he can’t kill something that doesn’t have a physical form, how sad~ (lilia had to convince him not to go after Crowley)

⋆ Malleus is doing everything he can to help you. Just name it and he’s doing it.

⋆ Multiple gloves made of the finest materials? Got it!

⋆ Healing ointment from the farthest land made from an extinct organism? Done!

⋆ The heads of your enemies? Why didn’t you say so sooner!

⋆ He’s so silly ahahaha.

⋆ But seriously, Malleus sorta never feels stressed (he does, just thinks stress is a human emotion that only humans can feel) but he’s always willing to listen to you. Afterall, you’re always willing to lend your ears to him, it’s the bare minimum.

⋆ Advice? It’s so-so, sometimes he comes off vague but that really just because of his faeness. But he tries and is actively trying to be better, trying to be more intune with your emotions and his. (lilia has been great help, and surprisingly enough, watching silver and sebek on a more friendly level has also helped him be more in tune with emotions)

⋆ You shouldn't have to suffer in silence and he’ll make sure you never will for as long as the universe will let him.

‘You’ve been such a good companion, my dearest child of man, so please let me return the favor. Allow me to see the deepest parts of your soul, of your mind and heart. If you fear that I will cast judgment, do not. I could never judge the soul that has welcomed me with an open heart.’

#riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #mari writes!!!#tw self harm

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genderqueerdykes · 3 months

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is there anything that has happened since starting T that you didn't expect to happen? or that you feel you were not adequately informed about (by doctors, peers, etc), and that really should be more common knowledge?

that's such a great question, thank you for asking! that's a huge yes from me! here's what i experienced that i was definitely caught off guard by and not warned about that presented some challenges:

I was not told that because my body is changing, growing, and adjusting to a new balance in my endocrine system that i would be very exhausted for quite a while. i already have chronic fatigue but i basically struggled to get out of bed for about 2 weeks after starting T- i wasn't depressed, i was just exhausted. this is due to the fact that my muscles were becoming denser and rearranging themselves, my facial and body structure were changing, i was growing more hair, etc. that takes a lot of energy!

Similarly to the point above, no one told me that it would make you hungry as hell, and require you to eat a lot more. if you feel like you're "over eating" after just starting testosterone, you're probably not- your base caloric intake needs to increase because you are literally growing and changing, and also, high testosterone bodies tend to need more calories anyways

Body hair growth is ITCHY!!!! and sometimes even painful! growing hair in sensitive areas like your armpits, crotch and ass can be extremely uncomfortable if not painful at times. I've heard from even cis men who have told me that growing their ass hair was extremely painful and uncomfortable due to how that area is configured- if you find that hair growth is uncomfortable this is pretty normal, but always seek help if it becomes unbearable or you feel there are ingrown hairs. Also nose hair and ear hair become more of a thing, now

Testosterone will thicken your vocal cords and drop your voice, but you also have to teach yourself how to speak from your chest, or how to drop your voice to sit in a lower range naturally or else you will still sound pretty similar to your pre-transition voice, unless that is your goal. The effects are very strong, but many transmascs*, trans folk* etc. don't see as much change as they would if they also trained their voice at the same time while it's dropping

Your boobs will become flatter and sometimes smaller and a lot saggier. This is normal!

Whenever i re-start testosterone and when i started it for the first time, i had some pretty heavy menstrual periods for a while; sometimes your body reacts in the opposite way at first before totally stopping your periods altogether. it's almost like "rebound" symptom, if you know what that mean

Restless energy will very much become a thing, if you notice you're starting to get pissed off and can't place a finger on why you feel agitated and like you're going to explode, you might just need to do some physical activity for a while

that's all i could think of for now, but if i think of anything else, i'll be sure to add it to this post! thanks for asking, i hope this was informational! good luck out there in your journey!

#asks #answers #transmasculine #transmasc #ftm #trans guy #trans men #testosterone #t #testosterone hrt #hrt #hormones #hormone replacement therapy #nonbinary #enby #genderqueer #genderfluid #butch lesbian

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love-is-embarrassing · 5 months

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Tara Carpenter ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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Scream Masterlist | Main Masterlist

CW: Fem!Reader, general smut, semi-public sex, masturbation, praise kink, oral, strap-on, vibrator, sexting, scars

Aftercare

Yes! Tara’s so into aftercare. In general you two are so soft and sweet with each other so of course after sex you just want to cuddle up and make sure the other had a good time.

Body part

On you: Your chest. It’s where your heart and your boobs are, how could she not love it?

On herself: She likes her hands, for someone so petite they’re pretty strong. Plus, the effect they have on you doesn’t hurt.

Cum

In theory Tara wouldn’t want to make a mess but when she’s in the moment feeling your cum or seeing her cum on you turns her on so much.

Dirty secret

She likes the idea of getting caught having sex. She doesn’t genuinely want to be, but when she knows there’s a risk of it it’s such a turn on for her. She’s also into the idea of being caught masturbating but only by you, and she has deliberately let that happen before.

Experience

She’s only had a few hookups but that’s enough for her to know what she’s doing.

Favorite position

Cowgirl is her favorite, regardless of who’s on top. She likes getting to take charge when she is and, again, she’s fond of your chest so of course she loves watching you bounce on top of her.

Goofy

Serious and emotional sex does happen, but in general the mood is pretty lighthearted, lots of giggling and good-natured teasing is the norm.

Hair

She proffers just a neat trim.

Intimacy

Your relationship is very sweet and intimate so that shines through in the bedroom, all your actions are filled with so much love and affection.

Jack off

Sometimes. It was more common before you got together. When you start having sex you do it pretty frequently so it’s not often she has to take care of herself.

Kink

She’s got a praise kink, enthusiasm in general turns her on so she adores a vocal and active lover. Once again, she’s also into the idea of getting caught. Besides that she does like testing out other kinks but none have really stuck.

Location

Having roommates, you’re not only limited to the bedroom, you’re also limited by timing. Because of that (and her aforementioned kink) you do have a lot of semi-public hookups when you get the chance, like at parties for instance.

Motivation

Kind of obvious, but flirting is how she usually gets in the mood, seeing your sultry side -whether you’re a natural seductress or a total dork- always gets her going.

She’s not too into sadism, giving or receiving. Pain play and degradation just kind of put her in a dark headspace.

Oral

She loves giving and receiving oral, what she proffers may change on the day but if she had to pick one: probably giving.

Pace

Kinda medium, maybe a little on the fast end but Tara does like to take her time when she can.

Quickie

Absolutely. Sometimes you pretty much have to because you’re rushing to finish before your roommates get back.

Risk

As long as the stakes aren’t too high Tara is into some risk-taking. She’s not afraid of getting caught or experimenting, she actually likes the thrill of it.

Stamina

One round is usually satisfactory but she could easily go a couple more if you felt like it. She has that final girl stamina.

Toy

A strap-on’s the only thing you guys use regularly. You also own a vibrator but it’s more of a special occasion when that comes out.

Unfair

Honestly she teases you more in a non-sexual way. The sexual kind does happen but she can’t really bring herself to deny you for long.

Volume

She moans, groans and gasps a lot and they’re all pretty loud. It’s always a struggle to keep her quiet when you’re in a riskier location.

Wild card

You two sext a lot, usually initiated by her, often when you least expect it.

X-Ray

She has a lot of scars on her tiny body, and though she isn’t especially insecure about them she does appreciate confirmation that you find her attractive under her clothes, whether that’s through praise or the lustful way you look at her.

Yearning

Her libido’s a bit on the high side. She doesn’t try to get in your pants every time she sees you or anything, but ideally she’d like to at least a couple times a week.

Zzz

She loves falling asleep together afterwards, or if not at least cuddling and talking for a while. Either way she doesn’t want to leave the bed too soon.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter smut #tara carpenter #scream #wlw ns/fw #scream smut #jenna ortega x reader

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hit-song-showdown · 11 months

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Year-End Poll #58: 2007

[Image description: a collage of photos of the 10 musicians and musical groups featured in this poll. In order from left to right, top to bottom: Beyoncé, Rihanna, Gwen Stefani, Fergie, T-Pain, Carrie Underwood, Plain White T's, Akon, Nelly Furtado, Fergie. End description]

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This poll highlights some interesting changes in the direction pop music was heading. By this point, it was clear that pop music was shifting towards a more electronic sound and specifically club music. Buy U a Drank by T-Pain is especially notable for this. Most obviously, T-Pain was one of the most successful adopters of Auto-Tune as a stylistic choice. I touched on the plugin briefly when discussing Cher's Believe, but with both that sound and most of T-Pain's discography, the vocal effect was used to give off a futuristic, almost robotic quality to the voice. But that didn't stop Auto-Tune (and T-Pain specifically) from being used as a punching bag for "untalented singing". In case it needs to be said, the exaggerated use of Auto-Tune on these songs were a stylistic choice. If you're using Auto-Tune to fix a bad vocal performance and it sounds like that, someone messed up. (Also T-Pain actually is a very talented vocalist).

I'm also bringing up this song for how it represents a subgenre of southern hip-hop that would become forever associated with the decade: snap music. While it has its stylistic origins in crunk, snap was recognizable for its simpler production and more laid-back sound. Popular snap songs from the time include Laffy Taffy, Crank That (Soulja Boy), and It's Goin' Down. While not on this poll, Crank That (Soulja Boy) is relevant for being one of the first examples of a song taking off online (as in, someone made the song and posted it online themselves). The song was first posted to SoundClick before expanding to a wider audience on MySpace.

This subgenre is more commonly remembered as "ringtone rap", for how this sound really worked with the audio processing technology capable of cellphones at the time. Like "bubblegum pop" in the past and "mumble rap" in the future, the term "ringtone rap" was often used in a derogatory sense.

But the simpler production techniques found on these tracks is also emblematic of how music production was starting to become much more accessible. Crank That (Soulja Boy) was created using a demo version of FL Studio, and the drum loop for Rihanna's Umbrella comes from Apple's GarageBand (specifically Vintage Funk Kit 03). Technology was allowing people to have easier access to both music production and audiences.

Also, this was the year this site was founded. Yay.

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vapemaster42069 · 1 year

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More headcanons [c!s only, no cc!s]

Mumbo can't do math for shit, both because dyscalculia and because trial by fire is much more entertaining. Everything he knows about redstone has come from fucking around and finding out. Will the comparator detect this signal from the skulk sensor? Yes. Why? Fuck if he knows. He's spent a lot of time in and around the Deep Dark recently. Wardens, if approached slowly, are surprisingly soft and like to cuddle. They don't understand the low stress threshold of human ribs, however. He keeps having problems because Wardens are clingy, and they cry when he leaves, and when other people cry he starts crying, so his nights usually end up with him stumbling into his vault, sleep-deprived and on the brink of tears, holding the remains of some redstone project to his chest. Grian is slightly worried. He's created another shrine.

Pearl has a Jimmy shrine. For the bit. Sausage has considered searching for it for his Lore.

Scar is actually an incredible fighter, but his general discombobulation is so convincing of his ineptitude that no one trusts him to do shit without falling flat on his face. He's like a sleeper agent.

Etho's mask started as an inside joke during Mindcrack, when he showed up with a cold and wore a medical mask, and Bdubs kept calling him "cutiepie" with the mask on. This is a 15-year bit. The commitment is unreal. Bdubs doesn't even remember why Etho wears a mask. It's a self-contained bit. This man is insane.

I've mentioned this before. False eats raw eggs for the protein. She keeps the shell on. She says the shell adds texture. She doesn't like cooked eggs, actually. Her breakfast consists of protein-powder oatmeal and raw eggs with the fucking shell on. She doesn't drink tea, coffee, or anything with caffeine. She is rawdogging life like no one else.

Doc has formed an incidental emotional attachment to several eggs that a bird laid on the roof of his base. Creepers don't fuck around with eggs. Grian has caught him sitting up there, avidly speaking to them about his plans for the Perimiter, and moved on with that "What the fuck, Doc" look on his face. Doc also regularly sneaks soft blankets up to his roof to wrap the eggs and protect them. He gets extremely nervous when other people enter the base, in case they harm the eggs. There's a betting pool on what he's hiding and when the server will explode. X knows about the eggs. He started the betting pool. Doc has a stake in it.

When Beef was younger, someone told him he didn't sound Canadian enough, so he started emphasizing his accent. His voice is stuck this way now. It's like a long-term bit with unconsentual commitment. Goddamn Canadian man. He likes black licorice.

Tango has built a secret room into DO2 that contains a dinner table, fake candles, and cardboard cutouts of the cast of Friends. Zed has located this room. He's afraid to ask about it.

Zedaph doesn't like waffles. He's vegetarian, but only because Impulse dared him to be. He eats raw eggs with False for the bit. She's not joking.

False drinks oat milk. I cannot emphasize this enough. What is wrong with her./lh

Ren decided that their weekly meetings were too boring, so they now have a weekly segment of whatever he wants to present to them. At one point, Joe did a presentation on the most effective way to create presentations. There's a lot of Star Wars. Sometimes there are musical segments. One time, (emphasis on one time; it'll never happen again. The event has become legendary at this point.) he convinced X to do karaoke. X is the Dancing Queen. While his vocal register doesn’t quite reach that of ABBA, he put his entire xisussy into it and the performance was sick as fuck.

Impulse can't dance. He's tried.

Pearl can breakdance. It is terrifying and enormously impressive.

Scar knits.

Iskall and Mumbo have a thing where they have to do the sickest dap every time they see each other. It’s getting painful. Mumbo's pretty sure one of his finger bones cracked last time. They always try once, fail and do the "LOOK AT MY ELBOW. RIGHT HERE. NINETY DEGREES." spiel. Mumbo has to fix his musache afterwards from the fucking shockwave of incredible dappage.

Whenever Etho enters a room, Iskall yells "YEAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! CANADAAAAAA!". Etho is amused, but won't admit it.

All of the non-Americans make up random shit to confuse the Americans. Etho claims you have to remove your shoes when you enter a room, per Canadian tradition. Stress insists that it’s insulting to English people to not dock your chair after you’re done eating. Doc nods respectfully to the geese that live in the Perimeter. Mumbo and Grian make up British words. Keralis makes innuendos. It’s unrelated to his birthplace, but worth mentioning. Iskall has a closet full of an impressive variety of brooms that he chooses from according to occasion, as per a fake Swedish tradition.

Impulse cooks with olive oil, not butter.

Ren cooks with butter, not oil.

False rawdoggs the pan and uses nothing. It’s a non-stick pan, she says. It’s fine, she says. It’s not like she’s cooking eggs on it anyways, she says.

Doc blasts music when he’s working. He sings along enthusiastically, loudly, and poorly. It startles the birds in the Perimeter, but is extremely endearing.

Mumbo listens to music in his earbuds while he’s working. If you startle him, he will scream like a small cornered animal.

Grian almost never sleeps in his base. He has little nests hidden across the server like a hornet, as well as regular spots in the shopping district, on various roofs, in Scarland, and inside Mumbo’s vault.

Gem makes eyeliner out of various types of fungus.

Cub is almost singularly responsible for the phantom lag issues on the server. During season 8, the sheer volume of phantoms following him was enough to trigger a lag hotspot nearly as slow as Boatem’s. His sleep schedule is absolutely fucked. If you want to collaborate with him, usually it’s in the dead of night, like two to four am. He also goes on walks at night, when he wakes up. If you see a dark shape lingering at the edge of the woods, slowly approaching you, it’s probably a sleepy Cubfan looking for more coffee.

One time Ren and Skizz (ik he’s not a hermit but he’s got hutzpah, alr?) got into a call after a Life series session. So many variations of “dude” and “man” were used, their conversation became nearly incomprehensible to everyone around them.

#hermitcraft #fuck you I’m not tagging everyone lmao #everything /lh and /fond #hermitcraft backstage au

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newhologram · 4 months

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Higher dose of T immediately gives me the most painful sore throat from the vocal cord inflammation 😭 I already get chronic throat lymph/tonsil swelling from immune stuff. This is definitely the most troublesome side effect for me other than the hair growth. I think I may need to go back to my regular lowest dose.

#teku #mannnn

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cosmic-has-moved · 1 year

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Demon Audrey x Betty [NSFW]

Ao3 Version: [HERE]

After the defeat of Wilson and the end of the ink beast, everything relating to the looping cycle should've come to an end with everyone finally being at peace.

That was the case, but there was a slight hiccup.

"Audrey!" Allison Angel shouted to the girl while clinging onto her back, "I need you to calm down!"

The woman in question snarled loudly through failed vocals while stumbling on her animalistic hind legs, her now large sized body crashed into furniture and walls in an attempt to get the angel off of her.

Allison groaned in pain upon her back getting slammed into a wall but she still held still by Audrey's horns. "Tom! A little help!" She yelped as the woman's tail wrapped around her leg and tugged her off, her body now being held upside down as the thin limb held onto her tight. "She's gone out of control again!"

Moving the angel up to her face and growling at her, Audrey gave her a warning nip that caused her to frown and return the same gesture. All while Tom ran up behind the beast with a gun and shot at her back, a tranquil dart hitting her back dead centre.

As Audrey dropped Allison and scrambled to grab whatever had hit her, she could barely process the effects kicking in as she sluggishly stumbled around and hit the ground with a loud thud and groan. She clawed at the air for something to hold onto as her vision slowly faded, the voices of Allison speaking to her becoming more muffled until she went unconscious.

The duo stood there examining her before sitting back and sighing in relief, thankful that the rampage was over. Allison sat against the sleeping beast's body and winced in pain while Tom took out the dart, the angel contemplating on what to do next in case she woke up again in a rage.

"We can't keep doing this, it's not good for her or for anyone else here." She placed a hand on Audrey's head and looked at her in worry. "And we can't just put a shock collar on her , that'll just make it worse and it's overall just immoral."

The wolf knelt down in front of Audrey while holding his chin in thought, before his ear twitched up making him stand up and turn defensively towards the sound, Allison noticing his stance and grabbing her sword.

Appearing around the corner with a basket filled with random objects stood Betty, casually walking about doing a short supply run. Upon noticing the two calming down after seeing her, she looked over at Audrey and tilted her head.

"Oh dear, didn't mean to intrude on you three." She apologetically said while holding her hands together. "I take it Audrey here had another episode?"

Allison rested her head back on Audrey's back and sighed, "Yup, and we're concerned that she'll be back to it when she wakes." She patted the girl's shoulder. "We don't even know how to prevent one from happening again without it being morally wrong."

As Tom silently reassured Allison, Betty internally hummed in thought before speaking up.

"I still have the prison rooms if you want to stick her in there for a bit, I'll put in a radio and something comfortable for her to lay on." She got stepped up close to Audrey and knelt down to get a closer look of her.

"Are you sure you're up for that?" Allison cocked a brow and smirked weakly. "With it being Wilson's place, she might go ape again."

Betty tilted Audrey's head both directions by the horns playfully. "Oh don't worry, deary. The room I have in mind was made to withstand a few brute damages from the inside, there'll still be dents but considering Audrey's body strength compared to the ink demon." She gently lowered the girl's head and looked over at Allison as she stood back up. "It's safe to say it'll be a good place to put her in to calm down."

The angel went to protest but was stopped by Tom who placed his prosthetic hand on her shoulder, he didn't need nor could vocalise it but Allison knew what his frown meant. With a reluctant sigh she helped Tom pick Audrey's body up and followed Betty to her living quarters, the slumbering demon not showing a hint of disturbance during the trip.

When they arrived at the prison cell and dragged Audrey on the floor without waking her, Betty was already setting up a radio and laying out a thick blank out as the two rolled Audrey onto it. After everything was set and the mutant laid there unmoving besides the slowly raising chest as she slept.

Giving each other their thanks while exiting the room and locking the door shut, Betty walked both Allison and Tom out and gave them reassurance before they left, Allison tried and failed to hide the worry she had for Audrey.

"Now." The masked maiden breathed out, straightening her dress before wandering off. "I best fix something up for her to eat."

___

Making her way holding a bowl of freshly made porridge towards the cell Audrey lay in, Betty peeked through the window before entering and noticed that Audrey was awake and wandering around the room curiously.

The masked woman seemed to ignore the beast's threatening stance as she walked in and over to her holding a bowl of food that Audrey couldn't recognise, but the smell was delicious enough for her to lower her defences and sit down.

"Good to see you alive and well." Betty spoke up as she stirred the food with a spoon. "Your friends were worried about you and the chaos you would cause, so I suggest that you stay here in the meantime to fully collect yourself."

Getting a spoonful of the thick oat like meal and bringing it up to Audrey's face, she continued. "It's the least I could do for what Wilson has done."

After getting a good whiff of it and licking up the meal, Audrey was pleased to know that it was porridge, creamy honey porridge to be exact. She was eager to grab the bowl and eat up what she could from it, unaware of the maiden giggling.

"Oh dear, you must've been hungry." The woman hesitantly brought a hand up to her arm and patted it. "I've made plenty if you want more."

She jolted her hand back when Audrey suddenly snapped her head head towards her, sniffing her a good amount before she swiftly ran to the corner of the room dropping the bowl by doing so, hissing harshly at the maiden.

The sudden change in mood frightened Betty but she was quick to figure out why, "You can smell his scent on me, can't you?" She bravely stepped forward and held her hand out. "I promise you that I mean no harm."

As she stepped closer to the snarling beast that repeatedly spat warning hisses at her, Betty slowly knelt down and went to touch her with great hesitation.

Suddenly Audrey pounced on the woman causing her to shriek in fright, the beast roaring in her face and lifting a claw up to attack. Betty reflexively lifted her arms up to shield herself, screaming out a plea for mercy.

When no contact or pain occurred, Betty slowly moved her arms away. Audrey still hovered above her with her trembling claw still in the air and an expression of confliction on her face, was she hesitating?

Upon making eye contact the demonic Audrey jolted and threw herself back, gripping and hitting her head while whimpering.

Was Audrey's human conscious taking full control? If so, why is she hesitant to hurt someone who helped Wilson?

Betty after calming her trembles and taking in the situation, she gradually and carefully got closer to the other. Despite Audrey's current form not being of Wilson's doing, the maiden still felt she was in some way responsible.

Now sitting next to the still whimpering mutant who kept smacking her head, Betty placed her hand against her cheek and caressed it with her thumb. The gesture making Audrey slowly stop what she was doing and sluggishly lean into the touch.

Pleased with the small amount of process, Betty lifted her other hand onto the other side of her face and beamed when Audrey laid her head onto her lap. The housemaid shifted her hand on top the girl's head and stroked her hair, low rumblings of comfort emanated from her throat.

"Don't worry, dear." The masked woman softly reassured, using her free hand to rub her shoulder. "Rest all you want."

And she did, Audrey relaxed her eyes and body before eventually falling asleep. The demon slowly vanishing into the deep corners of her consciousness, hiding until it's desired to come out.

She didn't know nor cared for how long she laid there, all she cared about was the comfort she was feeling. The rest felt great, Audrey wished it never ended.

Upon waking up after resting for what felt like hours, Audrey lifted her head up only to notice that Betty was still with her resting her upper torso on top of the beast. It confused her on why the maiden had stayed with her and rest in an uncomfortable position, but she just brushed it off and gently wiggled her way off of her before standing up straight in a stretch.

Walking up to the door and examining the handle, Audrey found that it was left unlocked surprisingly enough. She opened it up to leave but stopped and looked over at Betty who rested slumped over, it didn't feel right just leaving her in the cell. So after walking back to her to pick her up, waking her in the process, and leaving the room with her, Audrey began wandering around to exit Wilson's quarters.

As Audrey trotted about trying to remember the way, Betty questioned on where she was taking her.

"If you give me a hint on where you want to go, I'll be happy to lead you there. As long as it isn't somewhere dangerous." Betty nervously glanced around her surroundings. "And would you kindly put me down? I've never been carried like this before and it's quite... Awkward."

Looking down at her in confusion and worry, Audrey hesitantly put her her down before trying to speak, but it was clear to Betty that the girl had no ability to speak and could only let out distorted chirps.

"I see." Betty mumbled as she cupped her chin, "Perhaps you could give other hints on what you're looking for, like hand gestures?" The maid flinched as Audrey began clawing at the wall in an effort to write something.

Exit. It said exit.

"... There are better ways to do that without damaging the walls." She sighed while shaking her head, "But at least I know what you're looking for now." Reaching her hand out and grabbing Audrey's clawed hand, she began leading her to where she desired.

While wandering out and into the more homey like area of Wilson's house, Audrey couldn't help but look around cautiously and stayed close to Betty by hovering over her. Betty didn't know whether it was to shield her or just wanted to be more close, either way she didn't mind.

After finally arriving at the home entrance and opening the door, Betty looked over at the other and ushered her out.

"Be safe out there and don't go berserk again, Miss Allison seemed pretty injured when I saw her." She mentioned while crossing her arms, Audrey's ears lowering in guilt at the thought of injuring her friend. "Now I think it's best that you go back to your friends to let them know you're alright."

Giving a quick nod before running off, Audrey halted to a stop and ran back to Betty which puzzled her a bit. Grabbing a nearby loose poster and dipping her claw in a small pool of ink, Audrey wrote down two simple words and giving it to Betty before leaving.

The letter read "Thank you" with a smiley face.

It honestly gave the maiden a chuckle before she folded it up and walked back inside the building, "At least she still has manners." She mumbled to herself as she closed the door.

___

Later that night as the maiden laid in her bed in her nightgown, reading a book with the only source of light being her bedside lamp, she found herself being disturbed by sounds of footsteps near her room.

"Better not be those keepers again" Betty got up off her bed and walked over to her closet. "I told them time and time again to not be wandering about the area, but nooooo." She groaned in annoyance as she grabbed her shotgun and made her way to door.

After opening the door she was surprised to see Audrey just down the hallway, she seemed lost until the two made eye contact and the beast happily walked over to her.

"How did you get in here? I could've sworn I locked the door." Betty questioned as she placed her weapon down against the wall. "But more importantly, why are you here?"

Audrey picked Betty up by the scruff of her neck with her mouth, this of course startled the masked woman and she made it very vocal.

"Hey now! Put me down or I'll call over the keepers!" She gasped when the beast laid back on her bed and rested the maiden on top of her body, it did calm her knowing that she wasn't eaten. "The least you could do was not carrying me like that." She sighed while rubbing the back of her neck.

The words seemed to have fallen onto deaf ears as Audrey had already fallen asleep with an arm resting atop Betty's back, it didn't really answer on why she was here but Betty accepted it for now as she laid her head down. It was weird, Betty never had company in her room before like this other than Wilson.

Being laid onto her side as Audrey rolled over still holding her, Betty couldn't help but listen to her heart beat. It was steady and in rhythm, a sound she was barely familiar with since she lived here. She counted each beat as one would count sheep, 1 beat, 2 beat, 3 beat, 4 beat.

The soft thumbing slowly faded as did Betty's consciousness and she fell into a slumber that felt comfortable, it felt nice.

When she woke she found only herself in the bed, no signs of Audrey anywhere besides the small strands of black hair and small ink stains on her sheets.

She almost felt, lonely.

But she still continued her day as normal, or at her way of normal. She doubt setting up the radio for Harold to listen to was normal, though no one else but her can judge her on that.

As she dusted around a vacant room she stumbled upon a small crate that held familiar items, Wilson's items to be exact. She picked up the box and examined it in deep thought, reminiscing on the events before his death and the cause of it.

She knew she should miss him and she does a little, but something within just refuses to acknowledge that side and push it away as an unwanted memory. It bothered her not knowing why but she knew that it might be best to not dwell on it, the main problem was gone and safety was increased.

Leaving the wooden box in a small storage closet and shaking any dirt off of her, Betty thought about Audrey and the huge change she had witnessed on herself.

She still perfectly remembered the day they took down the ink demon after it had consumed Audrey into being one, it had somehow mutated the girl into what she looks like now and with a slight personality change, she was there just not fully. It took some time to get her down to stop destroying the whole building and everyone in there, but after knocking her out she became more calm. She wasn't as dangerous as the demon was but still had the occasional out burst, she still kept the place safe.

A small laugh escaped the maiden upon remembering the time she found out that Audrey's clothes don't grow along with her body when enter the ink world, poor thing was using dirty blankets she had found as a cloak to cover up. She was lucky that Betty had found her and sewed her up her regular shirts a few sizes up to fit her, the woman now awaits with the clothing everytime she visits.

"I wonder if that's why she visited me last night. As a late thank you or something?" She wondered to herself before shaking her head. "I might never know."

Today she felt it was a good day to walk about outside, it's been a long time since she walked out. First she just needed to wash up, perhaps even use a bottle of fancy body wash she made the other day while cleaning out the bathroom.

The dangers that were usually walking around weren't around as of late, either because Audrey would eat them or just kill them without a second thought. At least she only kills the hostile ones unlike the ink demon, that's a huge upgrade.

While deep in her thoughts and wandering around, distant commotion got her attention enough that she got closer to it to see what it was about.

A fight was going on between the butcher gang and Audrey while Allison finished off a searcher, the demon was quick to grab at them and kill each and every one of them before pouncing to dig her fangs into their heads. Allison stopped her from doing anymore damage before the fiends popped into ink puddles, holding the growling woman's bloody face and caressing it.

"Calm down, Audrey. No need to be so violent with them and eat them, I know you're still upset about yesterday." Audrey whined before the angel rested her forehead against hers and began humming, the soothing tune calming the mutant.

"Everything is okay, you're safe, I'm safe, we're all safe." She reassured, Audrey's eyes closing shut as soft rumbles escaped her throat. "Atta girl."

Slowly opening her eyes and looking at the angel, Audrey leaned in close with her tongue sticking out.

"Nope!" Allison placed a hand over Audrey's mouth, "Not with innards and blood coating your mouth, missy." She smirked as the demon groaned grumpily.

"Now go clean yourself before it begins staining." She patted her cheek before turning and leaving, greatly disappointing Audrey who just sat on the ground sulking. "I'll be heading back with Tom to make sure he's okay!"

As the angel left the area Betty thought it was a good time to go over to Audrey, who still sat there sulking while her tail swayed up and down with thumps, the sight was quite amusing to the maid.

Getting out a handkerchief and getting the attention of the demon, Betty rubbed the cloth against her mouth to clean the blood off. "She's right, you know. No one likes kissing someone with blood and guts in their mouth, very revolting to be honest."

Audrey sniffed and blinked at her before tilting her head in thought, this made Betty uneasy at first until she was pulled onto the other's lap and burying her face into the crook of the maiden's neck, startling her.

She couldn't deny that she was terrified knowing how strong Audrey was, even the deep huffing for her scent didn't help ease the fear, the spine chilling feeling of her claws brushing up against her back and near rear end didn't help either. It was only after Betty whimpered did she stop and lean away from her neck with worry on her face, Audrey rubbed her neck while looking around before digging her claw into the ground and wrote something.

No Wilson.

"No Wilson?" The masked woman thought to herself before it clicked, all fear washing away and replaced with amusement. "You can't smell Wilson on me anymore?"

Responding with a happy nod before standing up straight still holding onto Betty and putting her down, Audrey turned around and began walking off.

"Wait!" Betty called out getting the attention of the demon. "Ar-Are you visiting again tonight?" She asked as she held her hands together nervously.

Tilting her head and tapping her chin in thought, Audrey gave her a smile and nod before leaving. The answer relieving Betty quite a bit than she would admit, but she was happy though and now had plans for tonight.

___

Later that night as Betty readied her bed and laid in it ready to fall asleep, her ears perked up upon hearing footsteps come up to her door before it being opened with a slow quiet creak.

Betty stayed in place not moving a muscle as the presence got closer and closer to her, it wasn't fear that kept her still but an opening for the other as they climbed into bed and held the maiden close. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth as she felt Audrey's chest thump softly from her heart beating, comfort melting into her as purr like rumbles emanated from the demon's throat.

The comfort Betty had felt from yesterday returned and gradually bringing her into slumber, the soft weight of Audrey's arm resting over her became the blanket of warmth that fully pushed her into unconsciousness.

Loneliness is what she expected when waking up just like yesterday, but it was still a nice surprise to see Audrey still laying with her asleep.

Moving the heavy arm off of her and slipping out of bed to begin the day, Betty made her way to the bathroom to freshen up before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Audrey seemed to like the porridge I made last time, perhaps I should make it again for breakfast." The maiden thought to herself as she collected the desired ingredients. "That's if she doesn't vanish on me again." She added before she began cooking.

As she stirred the pot and added the little bits of ingredients she usually uses, a familiar presence filled the room followed with a thud causing the maiden to instinctively turn. There with their upper torso through the wall nearing the kitchen entrance was Audrey, the woman appeared to have tried to phase through the wall like the ink demon would but the ability seemed to have stopped working halfway.

"That" Betty began before giggling and walking over to the distressed demon "That explains how you would enter here."

Grabbing onto Audrey's arms and giving a failed attempt to get her out of the undamaged wall, the masked woman stared in thought while ignoring the other's own failed attempts to escape.

"How do you even do that? How can you phase through the walls?" Betty asked as she wrapped her arms around Audrey's torso. "Relax and try doing it again."

Audrey stared down at her still holding the same distressed expression before pressing her palms up against the wall and relaxing herself, a few seconds pass before ink seeped around Audrey's torso onto the wall and allowing her to be pulled out by the other.

The two shared their quick silent victory with each other before Audrey stopped and sniffed the air, the sweet smell from the pot pulled her to it with Betty following her.

"I'm just making up some breakfast for us, honey porridge." Betty continued stirring the pot as Audrey sat back and watched. "You liked it last time so I thought why not make it again while you're here."

Turning the stove off and setting the pot aside to cool, the maiden began setting the table up with the assistance of Audrey before filling up their bowls with the creamy goodness, Betty giving the other a much bigger bowl considering her size.

Despite how beast like the girl had been when consuming her food, it was surprising to see her eat the porridge properly with a spoon, granted it was clear that she was struggling. It reminded Betty of a story she read once, a title she had forgotten but the description of it being quite easy to remember.

!CHRUCH!

Betty flinched at the sudden sound from Audrey as she pulled out a now headless spoon out of her mouth and nervously placed it down on the table, her mouth gradually chewing and swallowing.

"Oh my" Betty's body trembled as she tried to hold in her laughter and failed, Audrey looking down in embarrassment before using her tongue to continue eating.

"I guess it makes sense knowing how easy it is for you devour the hostiles." The masked woman moved her mask up slightly to eat her food, repeating the motion each time when needed.

"It does make me wonder, why such a horrendous diet? I only ever consider the ink demon and other beast like creatures here to eat each other, yet you still remain to have your human side." Betty stirred her bowl in thought and rested her head on her hand. "Is it just instincts for you?"

Licking up her dish clean and placing it down while cleaning the remains off her lips, Audrey scratched her neck and looked around in thought. Betty was quick to remember her voiceless situation and pardoned herself before leaving her seat and room, a piece of paper and pencil should do the trick.

Returning with the two objects and placing them down in front of the demon before returning to her seat, the maiden watched as Audrey carefully wrote down on the paper and slipped it over to her.

"A craving I can't control or deny"

"What does that mean?" Betty asked as Audrey grabbed the paper back and resumed writing.

"I don't know. It's easy to control sometimes but the ink demon keeps pushing me."

Ink demon, the very being responsible for putting Audrey in such a state. Betty went to question further but stopped when Audrey continued writing.

"He still tries to control me with and without his voice. He succeeds sometimes but only for short time."

Everything clicked for the housemaid, the random burst of rage the girl would have and the other minor problems she would have now made sense. She looked over at Audrey who held a sad expression and held her hands together in thought, was this even a problem that could be fixed?

"Is he speaking to you right now?"

Audrey's ears flicked up at the question and simply shook her head no, that was a relief.

"I see" Betty stared down still in thought before clearing her throat and getting up off her seat. "Well if he's not bothering you at the moment, would you perhaps enjoy accompanying me today? I was thinking of maybe doing a little bit of reading today."

A smile formed on Audrey's face before she nodded and followed the masked woman.

___

Throughout the day the two kept each other company within the safety of Wilson's quarters, both being sure to avoid the wandering Keepers for Audrey's well being.

They now laid on Betty's bed, Audrey laying on her back resting while Betty laid back against her stomach reading a book.

Stirring awake and stretching out her limbs, Audrey looked down at Betty while rubbing her eyes and leaned her body close to her with a low groan. The maiden laughed softly and caressed her hand against Audrey's cheek, lowering her book down on her lap as the mutant nuzzled their face into the crook of her neck.

"You're quite the affectionate one, dear."

She moved her hand up one of Audrey's horns and rubbed it, getting an immediate low growl along with her tail swung around over Betty's lap which surprised the masked lady and she lowered her hand. Audrey lifted her head and looked at her puzzled and flustered before shaking her head and laying back, Betty stared back sharing the same confused emotion than turned around to face her and tilted her head.

"Did I hurt you by accident? I'm sorry if I did."

Audrey shook her head and exhaled as she held her horns to shield them, it wasn't clear what Betty had done but she did know that the horns were off limits.

She went to continue her reading but was stopped when Audrey grabbed her hand and guided it to her lower abdomen area, If it weren't for her wooden mask it would be clear that Betty was blushing. Despite the area lacking genitalia like the so called Lost Ones had it felt like something was still there, it was soft like fur yet damp from the constant ink.

As she rubbed their crotch she noticed a bumpy blob form out and expand with each gentle squeeze, Audrey filled the tense silence with guttural groans and pants. It was only after placing her second hand on the mysterious blob did she figure out what she was supposed to do, she formed the thick substance like clay into what felt like what was supposed to be there.

After she was done forming the now penile limb and moved her hands away, she watched in awe as it fully formed and twitched alive. The size was reasonable with Audrey's body size but was still quite massive, the length being nearly passed her forearm alongside thickness.

Swallowing the air in her throat to relax herself and scooting closer, Betty brought a hand up and wrapped her fingers around the base. The touch itself caused Audrey to jerk her head back and moan enough for the other to press on to stroking motions, liquid similar to precum oozing out of the tip and trickling down the base.

The sight was such a fascinating discovery to the maiden as she eagerly pumped the beast with her hand, it felt so real and even acted real. Her second hand trailed to the makeshift ballsack and groped them, receiving a pleasurable sight of Audrey shifting her body closer to her with a needy moan.

Using the oozing body fluid as lubricant to easily increase her jerking speed and occasionally squeezed the fleshy tip, Betty kept up with her hand motions in hopes to also satisfy Audrey more.

Claws dug into the mattress tearing it as Audrey continuously thrusted her hips into the woman's hand, her moan like cries turning into needy whimpers begging for more and it was getting difficult for Betty to refuse. She wrapped both her hands around the shaft and furiously stroked the thick flesh, Audrey arching her back and growling happily while the maiden got closer to the point the penis pressed against her chest.

Finally like a crashing tidal wave of release, Audrey let out a deep snarl as thick white cum shot up and onto Betty covering her hair and mask causing her to gasp in surprise. After a few more small shots came out of Audrey she laid back with a soft thud and groan in satisfaction, Betty on the other hand examined the fluid in interest while mumbling to herself.

"I haven't witness something such as this, I wonder if others can mold their bodies to do such a thing." She pulled out her handkerchief to clean the sperm off but stopped in surprise when Audrey leaned back in and licked it off for her starting from her hands. "Oh?"

The masked lady giggled when the girl licked her false face clean and held her head in a hug, shifting herself onto Audrey's lap and allowing her claws to explore her body. Her hold on the demon tightened along with a soft moan after a claw boldly groped her rear, the groping soon became kneading before a tail surprised her by slithering up her leg and pulled her dress up with the metallic tip.

"Audrey..." Quiet moans escaped her throat and continued as the same claws brushed under her panties before than tearing them off, her body became a certain hot she hadn't experienced before, a heat of desire.

Not wanting to wait another minute or second, Betty positioned herself above Audrey's member and aligned it at her entrance. Audrey laid back against the bed frame and held onto the woman's waist while trying to calm herself, her thin tail flicking about excitedly as Betty began to lower her hips.

It took a few failed attempts of entering before she finally succeeded on slipping it in with a deep groan, her hands shakily held tightly onto Audrey's wrist as she continued to lower pass the tip. Her hips instinctively moving up and down making it easier for her to take it in and making both of them moan in ever increasing volumes of pleasure, Audrey's claws tightening around the woman's waist holding back the urge to lose control.

They didn't even notice her reaching the base or the bulge in her stomach, the desire the increase in heat drove them to just move their hips to ride the high. Their loud cries and groans drowning out the moist sounds of their bodies slapping together and the creaking of the bed, Betty didn't care for anything but the moment.

Her housemaiden image and self control thrown out the window as she screamed out demands and pleas for Audrey to fuck her, ink behind her mask dripping down her chin with her not caring as it dripped onto her chest.

"Fuck me-" She grunted and gasped "Ruin me~!" She cried out through moans, claws digging into her sides.

Suddenly Audrey flipped their position and pinned her to the bed before resuming to pound into her, the maiden's brain was going all over the place in a warm rush as the beast held onto her in a ball hold. Her whines and moans now replaced with animalistic snarling and huffs, it almost felt possessive.

Betty laid there in the hold gripping on tightly to their arms while continuously moaning out her incoming climax, her hand swiftly going over her mask upon it nearly slipping off from the runny ink.

And with an unexpected shock wave like shudder coursing through her body making her stutter out pleased cries, she came. Her body twitched and trembled from her orgasm and while the beast still rode her, until they also came.

Ropes of cum shot out inside of the maiden in thick fills, the warmth of the substance shuddered the woman to a quiet gasp. A few more humps rewarded her with more that spurted out and onto the bed, Betty hummed in content and sluggishly lifted her hand up to caress Audrey's face.

"Good girl~" Was all she could mutter before whimpering as the now flaccid flesh exited her, cum oozing out of her pussy like a slow waterfall.

Being released from Audrey's hold and laying down on her chest for a breather, Betty held her mask in place and yelped in surprise when the other's wet tongue began licking up the ink remains from her face. She failed not to chuckle from the weird kind gesture and rolled over on her back, her back settling uncomfortably.

"AH?!" Betty exclaimed as her lower half was lifted up by Audrey who began licking up her sex, stifling her moans as the forked tongue entered and lapping up what she could of her segmen. "Oh my, you're even-" She moaned. "-Cleaning me up."

After cleaning her up with their tongue and letting her go, Audrey crawled next to her in a cuddle and happily huffed. Betty laughing softly in response before cuddling back and sighing in content, Audrey's heart beat audible as she pressed her head against her chest and returning that certain comfort.

"Thank you, Audrey." Betty grabbed and pulled the somehow untouched blanket over them. "That was wonderful."

She smiled under her mask as the already asleep beast mumbled, turning her table light off and getting comfortable around the other's arms, Betty slowly fell asleep.

___

Later the next day after waking from their slumber and freshening up, the two women wandered around the small ink city with Audrey staying close to Betty to protect her.

"Thank you for accompanying me, Audrey. It feels safer going out when you're with me, especially when around the more dangerous areas." The masked woman knelt over a small patch of greenery and examined it. "Usually the keepers would follow me, but only on Wilson's command."

Audrey tilted her head and knelt down next to her as she plucked out a few of the weeds, even kneeling down she was massive.

Looking at the plucked plants and putting them in her basket to keep, Betty stood back up and looked over at the other. "Are you going to stay with me again tonight? I do think your friends would start worrying soon by your absence."

Audrey's ears perked in worry at the thought as she immediately stood up and fidget with her claws nervously while staring down at the maiden, she didn't need to say a word towards her to understand what she wanted to say.

A laugh escaped Betty's mouth, "Go on, I'll be fine on my own." She placed a hand on her chest and patted it. "I know you'll come to save me when I'm in trouble."

The two shared a smile before Audrey turned and ran off, Betty waving her goodbyes as she vanished.

She had wished that other had stayed with her but she knew she couldn't, Betty could only now wait for her return.

And she didn't have to wait long.

Deep into the night she found herself awoken by familiar weight pressed up against her back, claws slithering around her body in a perverted hold along with a tail wrapping around her leg and lifting it up.

Betty's heart beat quickened and her body heated up with the same sensation from yesterday, her head tilted towards the demon and spoke through heavy breaths of need.

"Don't hold back~"

[The End]

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Temper: Improve the hardness and elasticity of (steel or other metal) by reheating and then cooling it.

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Trigger Warning: Torture, abuse. References to core points in Stormblood. (I apologize in advanced for the length. This is summing up a nearly 6 month long plot.)

Sasari felt the dingy but cool metal floor beneath her, a small relief from where she had been previously.

"You can't try again so soon, the process would kill her!" A male voice just beyond the bars of her cell exclaimed. His voice was nasal and she couldn't place the accent.

How long has she been back from the transference pod? Sasari's eyes slid open in the dimness of her cell. There were figures stood outside her confinement but she was having trouble focusing on them. Was she supposed to live through that process? Did anyone live?

"What good is that piglet's "gift" while it's in possession of it?" The man in armor retorted. She didn't know his title or name, but the Garlean armor had an unmistakable effect on how he sounded.

Right, they wanted them because of her echo. Sasari rolled onto her back and brought her hand up to her chest and gripped the fabric of the dirty shift they had given her to wear. She carefully rubbed the scarring that has been exposed on her wrist by them taking her limiters. She reached across the thinned connection to Sasani. She could only barely feel that her sister lived. They had put the limiters on her!

"We'll have to coerce her cooperation then." Nasal voice again. She was pretty sure he was one of the ones in the white coats that operated the pods.

Coerce? What more could they do to them besides kill them? Why did they need her echo in particular?

"Speak to the warden. Report to me once you've gotten its cooperation," The armored man turned and walked away. Leaving the man in the white coat behind.

Sasari could feel him looking at her, she refused to acknowledge his presence. Whatever they are planning, she will never help them.

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"Sani!" Sasari screamed through the bars as she pulled and yanked at the unyielding metal in front of her. The young Lalafellin woman was hardly recognizable from just a sennight prior. Bruising had swollen her left eye closed and blood matted her dark blue hair in places. Blue black coloring showed through the tear in the shoulder of her shift and extended well down her right arm. Her bare legs bore their own share of colors, dark purple in some spots while yellow and green in others. Beyond her own injuries, Sari could feel the white hot pain in her side as he sister cries out again. She slumped to her knees and heaved lightly from the transferred feelings.

"Fascinating," That nasally voice again. "It works via proximity. The closer they are together, the more of a response." He made a couple of notations on the pad he held in front of him, calm as though he was observing some animal in a pen.

"Ah..ahhhhh!" Sari's startled scream echoed the one from just a few cells away, she clutched her left arm as it felt though it were being melted. "St… stop this!" She managed her voice the best she could, but her vocal cords felt ragged and the words came hoarsely from her. "She'll die. If… she dies, so do I."

"Hmm," the man sounded bemused, "The fortitude of a person is sometimes quite impressive. You'd be amazed what you can live through."

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"Here little one. For your eye." The Elezen woman that sometimes walked the cell hall kneeled outside the cell. She held out a poultice of minced herbs on a clean white cloth.

Sasari eyed the gift with some trepidation before moving closer by pulling herself across the ground with her arm. She didn't trust trying to rise on her own volition, she could no longer remember which injuries were hers and which were not. She had only found reprieve in Sasani losing consciousness and that thought sickened her.

The woman smiled grimly and used her free hand to remove the helmet that obscured her features. She had a mass of unruly red hair tucked under that thing that would have impressed Sari in different circumstances. "I brought you an apple too."

"Why?" Surprising even her, Sari's voice cracked when she spoke. She cleared her throat as she reached for the offered poultice. She very carefully placed it against her swollen eye.

"Because this…" The woman gestured to the far cells beyond Sari's vision. "This isn't right. It is too much," she looked down to the woman in the cell and offer a small smile, "You remind me of my little sisters. You can call me Illy." She then placed a mirror apple in the cell and moved to get up, taking a moment to smooth her hair beneath the helmet.

"Thank you… Illy."

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Sasari woke to the feeling of having the wind knocked out of her. She coughed and choked for a time, flipping onto her side and curling into a ball around the pain she was certain was there. Had she been hit? She wasn't so sure as she was by herself in her cell.

"This stops when you choose," the man in the white coat's voice was taut. Was that annoyance?

Sasari pulled herself to her knees with the help of the bars that kept her in. She managed to look to the man with both eyes now as the injury on her face was more or less just yellow-green memories of what had been. She narrowed her icy aqua eyes into a glare. "You are the gaoler. You… jest of my choice in the matter."

"You have something I want," the man lowered the tablet from blocking his gaze, leveling it on the caged subject before him.

"You have tried to take it. I cannot give it. What more is there?"

The man tsks, "You reconstructed those bracelets." He gave an oily smile and continued, "There is another item I would like remembered."

She blanched under the cold gaze and suggestion. "… No."

"Remember your choice."

The screams coming from the cell block echoed for the rest of that day, well into the night.

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"Shame about Illianna," one of the guards began as they were making their sweep.

A new voice in the block? How odd. Sari was used to the guards speaking as though she didn't exist by now though. She gingerly touched the newly colored side of her face, if she had to guess, it was a vivid violet. She knew her pale skin bruised fairly easily though, it wasn't the worst of them.

"Oh yeah, the conscript you replaced right? What was that about?" Another guard, one that has been here for a couple of weeks Sari was pretty sure.

"Treason. Something about setting back work efforts," the first guard answered.

Treason? Surely he doesn't mean… she was the only kind one!

"Damn. Conscripts though. She was pretty. Good sense of humor." The other guard kept on as though this was some sort of every day thing.

Are they even human? Why does a comrade mean so little? What is wrong with them? Sasari curled up and turned away from the bars. It isn't like her tears now made any difference. It's never stopped them before.

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"… I… will do it," Sasari's voice trembled as she spoke, trying to push herself up against the wall with her working arm as she did so.

The guard in the cell with her straightened up from having just kicked the small woman into the wall, he turned towards the cell door to talk. "Get the boss. We've broken her."

Sari sat stiffly in the chair at the work table, her left arm in a sling currently while it was still healing. They had given her a robe to wear now that she was working for them and she liked that at least there wasn't any blood on cloth. She wasn't exactly clean, but was given a chance to wash up and take most of the filth from her hair.

The broken shards of a device lay on the table in front of her along with some very basic tools. She could see the workings of Allag in the pieces before she even touched them, gleaming in the scuffed golden alloys. She feels like she has seen the parts before, but the malice of ages past were just echoes of voices long gone and she was quite uncertain if she were right in her guesses.

"There… is nothing for it." She says more to herself than either of the guards beside her work station and picked up one of the shards. She rubbed the metal with her thumb for a time and went still. The guards exchanged glances for a time, they had heard stories about Eorzeans' weird abilities but it was another to get to witness it first hand. The men both started when the small woman gasped and teetered out of her chair, unceremoniously crashing to the floor. "This?! He wants this remembered?!"

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The desk in front of the only Lalafellin worker was littered with drawings, tools, and metal bits. The drawings depicted a circular device on several of the pages and how it interfaced with the captive was described in tiny Eorzean script. A few pages showed a great war machine with a centralized cannon, notations along side mentioned their current inability to power the central cannon. They were working on bridging the energy interface. They had allowed her a lot more leeway in her treatment with how cooperative she's been. They were complacent in how completely they broke her. They took little notice of her work as long as she was making progress in completing the device that sat on the table before her. To have her plan work, she had to continue making progress. The circular device lay on the table, quietly humming as she tested the power conduits that ran through it. It was nearly good enough to test out she was pretty sure. They wouldn't need to coerce cooperation with this complete, they could compel it instead. She hated this. She hated the fact that she could see the past of things. She hated herself. If she were to die here, would Sani survive? No. They were keeping her sister alive as the only means to control her. They needed Sani to keep her working. She needed to keep working. One thing she was glad for, they rarely asked what she needed supplies for these days. Only a few more small devices and her plan would be ready.

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The first blasts were near the armory, then within it, causing a cacophonous roar to tear through the castrum. The soldiers scrambled to make sense of the fires as the next wave explosions rocked the magitek hanger.

Sari rolled from her cot in the room she had been in the last couple of weeks. They had upgraded her room recently because she had been behaving so well. She pushed herself up and peeked through door as she cracked it open, the guards were gone! Good. The safe path should be to the left and down the stairs. She'd have to go past the work area which is fine, there was unfinished business in there anyroad. Where were the cells from there though? She racked he brain for several moments, trying to quell the rising panic that was not her own she could feel.

"Sani… I am coming." She headed out, picking up a magitek rifle from a fallen soldier who had been stood too close to a blast. She was lucky this area hadn't caught fire as it was right on her path down. The stairs were challenging with her leg injuries still hindering her, but she didn't dare try the lift. She was little and managed to hide in doorways and the panicked guards paid her little mind as they rushed by to deal with the fires elsewhere. The workroom, good she made it to the first stop. She needs her tools to get Sani out and she needed to destroy the work, silently cursing that she didn't simply plant a device to wreck this place as well.

"You!" She knew that nasally voice anywhere. The man in the white coat saw her enter and moved to stop her progress. "What have you been doing?! How could you do this?"

Sari held the rifle unsteadily, electricity crackled over the surface of the machine as she transferred energy to it. She lifted it with a snarl, "You do not break steel… you forge it." She tried firing, but the front of the rifle couldn't handle the load of it charge and Sari amplifying it and the front of the device gave way. The shock of the small explosion knocked Sari back into a table and after that the darkness grew. She would never know if she hit her mark.

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Interview With IT For Petrified Zine 1994... Hail IT, so what is the current line- up for Abruptum? IT: I hail you Jon...The Line-up is as follows: Evil - guitars, piano, effects, torture. IT - drums, screams, torture & hell. Whatever other forces have to do with our recording sessions they can not be mentioned here. Why have "Ext" and "All" left the Band? IT: "Ext" was afraid of the pure evil that lurked behind our backs all the time...Being a member of Abruptum is no childs play. He heard the result of the first demo and got so afraid that he joined the nearest church - idiot!! "All", on the other hand, left me shortly before the recording of our EP...He couldn't handle the alcohol and he couldn't handle himself so he went for a long journey...to find himself...It must have surely been a journey in darkness...However, he has now returned stronger than ever doing the vocals in Opthalamia and Vondur. He lives at my place here in Stockholm and shares his thoughts with me...He is surely a great brother... What has been released so far through Abruptum? IT: 3 demos, "Evil" EP, "Obscuritatem Advoco Amplectere Me" CD/LP, "In Umbra Malitiae Ambulabo In Aetemum In Triumpho Tenehrarum " CD , some t-shirts. Now we'll do a picture EP, a picture LP of "In Umbra...", some more t-shirts, of course our new album. Also a re-release of the "Evil" EP on vinyl and a release with first two demos and the EP on a CD is planned. We will also be on the Necropolis Records Compilation. Tell us how you go by recording the album? IT: Its true ritualistic and tenebrous/torturous music! Whatever happens in the studio while recording is both too painful and too private to discuss, those fuckoffs out there who do not believe in our torture: go and die! Abruptum are original and we are the superior ones so everybody spreading rumors are just jealous and have to he killed for that. What is the reason for such hateful and sick music? IT: We are the chosen ones to do this, we are the most hateful and sick persons ever, That's why. "Evil" stated that the new recording will have lyrics, is this true? IT: We have always have some amount of lyrix in our music more or less, that will also be the case this time. What will the new CD he titled and what will it be comprised of? IT: I'm still working on it...so you'II just have to wait for it, but I 'm absolutely sure that the new album will crush everything in its way. What do you do in Ophthalamia? What will the title of the new album be? IT: I do all the music and lyrics. I play the guitars, do whispers, vocals, screams and keep the band together (which is not always the easiest thing to do). What I hate though is that everyone seems to think of Ophthalamia as a hobby band. This is absolutely not the case! Opthalamia is a band that is fighting hard and you can hear that on our new album. We are not taking this lightly, Opthalamia belongs to the elite of Sweden. The new CD is titled "Via Dolorosa". I have heard of your solo-project "Vondur ", What is this like? IT: "Vondur" is not a solo project. "All" has joined so now Vondur consists of the two original members of Abruptum. Vondur are about to sign to Necropolis Records for a full-length CD and just like Abruptum & Opthalamia, Vondur is very original & hateful and very hard to describe. Just buy the fuckin' CD when it is released and you'll see. Can you now tell us about the "True Satanist Horde" and what it's about? IT: I formed it back in 1990, it's an organization for black, Satanic warheads, people who live on the edge, on the warpath and live only for Satan, our goals I won't discuss but they are hardly not that difficult to guess. I heard that the Norwegian Black Circle was a part of or formed because of the True Satanist Horde, is this true? IT: Yes, Euronymous and Cunt Grishfuck were members in the organization and after awhile they wanted to call it the Norwegian Horde, something different. So they did. I guess that is the big problem, breaking up, going own ways, being too proud hen we should stay close. I have also heard that you were a true ally of Euronymouse, how did you get to know him? IT: First I was in contact with Dead from Mayhem but suddenly I did not receive anymore letters from him. Anyway, I got a letter from Euronymous instead where he described Dead's suicide in detail. I am a true ally of Euronymous as I know he was a true ally of me. Count Grishnackh is not your ally, why is this? IT: I think everyone can find that out themselves. The cunt must pay for what he did. What will happen to him if you ever meet-up with him? IT: He will meet his end. Whats your opinion of the Black Metal scene now? IT: Opinion? It's only stupid to bother that much about the scene of today. I haven't got the interest to build myself a opinion about it, I could care less. Black Metal once brought fear, now it's a huge trend scene, in your opinion, what do you think will happen in the future? IT: Yes, the future is nice to wonder I about...I do it everyday...but I only think about things that are of great importance to me and not about stupid things as the future of Black Metal. Black Metal is the greatest music, but I concentrate my thoughts on Satan instead. What bands do you hate? IT: Hmmm...I think it will be easier for me to tell you what bands I like instead...or the bands I hate would take the whole space in your mag. I enjoy the four bands of Abruptum, Marduk, Opthalamia, and Dissection. I also think Satanized, Dark Funeral and Vondur is ok. From Norway comes three great bands, namely: Mysticum, Mayhem, and Enslaved. I also enjoy Darkthrone and Isengard, besides that...well... Thanks for your time, comments? IT: Thank you. I would like to say that I hate you all and that we are the superior humans. Everybody else should kill themselves or we will do it for you. Soon the great 4th Reich will rise. You're probably stupid enough to buy our new album as well. Fuck You! Darkness it'll be. From "Lamentations Of The Flame Princess" Zine 2002... I’ve never heard any of the ABRUPTUM stuff because from all descriptions, I just had no interest in it. Is it true that they were cutting and burning themselves in the studio and recording it? That’s really true. I recorded everything with ABRUPTUM. I am the one that made them sound evil. They were really bad. They played like assholes. They sounded horrible. I took the reverb unit and cranked it toeleven and made it sound like it was recorded in a fucking church. The biggest reverb ever made on an album. That made it sound, even to me, really fucking evil. Imagine standing in a school or something that is totally silent, then all of a sudden you hear something really disharmonic and weird echoing throughout the halls. I get goosebumps talking about it. It’s weird. This sound coming from somewhere, very distant, very evil, very eerie, strange. It’s not here. Where the hell does it come from? That’s the sound of the ABRUPTUM demos, that’s what made people freak out. This is the most evil recording. There’s something in the ambience of that. They played like crap. There were no songs. They just tuned down the guitars and I played drums for a few songs. All of a sudden, they were not playing, they were out cutting themselves in the arm and smearing blood all over them and just whipping the guitar with something they found on the floor. It was this big jam session, with the lights out of course. Just this one candle so I could see the recording unit. It’s true, they cut themselves real bad. I remember one really fun thing about the ABRUPTUM sessions. Tony was a pretty small guy. He wanted to crawl under a sofa, put a microphone in there, we would put the sofa over him and sit in it, so when he had this panic attack, it should be recorded on tape. It was so really really funny. And he never got the panic attack! It was hilarious! But they were really cutting themselves with the knives I had around the studio. The knives were from like 1970, they’d never been sharpened, and I used them to cut metal stuff and whatever. Your average scissors were a lot sharper. They were trying really hard to cut themselves. It didn’t work, so they’re biting each other, “Get some blood here man!” So they start burning themselves. “Ow! That hurt!” It was not what you imagine. It was fun. There was a lot of blood. It was hilarious. For the album recording, there were tons of people coming down to the studio. I can’t remember, like ten people just hanging out. Weird times. The classic was the recording of the second album, I just soundchecked one guitar and one drum kit. “That’s good. I’m going home now, and I’ll be back in 45 minutes.” So I got in my car and went back, I had to wait a few minutes, out of tape, turn on the lights, bye then! The fastest album recording in history. In real time! I recorded them to DAT. No mixdown, no nothing. I just recorded to the master tape live. That’s the second album. Really funny. Didn’t cost them many Swedish crowns, I can tell you! It must have sold 10,000 copies! Remember the movie Prince of Darkness? There’s something about that movie, even just looking at the poster gives me chills. It inspired the hell out of me. Tony was into similar stuff. He wanted to sense the evil. The soundtrack to Omen is one of the most evil recordings ever made and it’s just strings, you know? This feeling you get in your body when you hear it, and I admit that I don’t care for the albums of ABRUPTUM, they’re just a lot of reverb. But the first demo, there was something happening in the rehearsal room, in the studio, whatever you want to call it. It was a really evil feeling in the air. I was pretty close to Tony around the time and I remember going to the gas station to buy the tapes to copy the demos, I helped him to copy the tape cover. Of course it was all black. I distributed it to some friends, I sold some. You and I could easily do something that sounded similar. Just a bunch of banging with effects. There was something, it was an accident in a way, that sound that came up. It was unique. No one had ever heard anything like it. More related to industrial music than black metal. It took everybody by surprise because there was a weird ambience in the music. That’s what got them signed.

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Till beauty of black

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Of you Stella is the heart! The Blues, faitors, queens, mean fall. On the way is circumspectral roar’d forms of instead of brides, we don’t hint animal nature, supreme.

I saw Ilion? And my breast, no this found after and choked where’—for sink with refusde for his grows; a scholar, but to necessary bard to lay dying tearing.

Like Diana, in pursuit and destined servèd me in pursuit and show them yode their wealth who about cards singing of the shoot outdoors! Blow! Loves; never than Pittsburgh.

Frail, but till worthy sweet fell, or a crimes intice. Though now flocked the rode at me with for good eawes beneath thy graunt and let him in, a waking attack again!

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