#I’ll never not watch in amazement at this miracle of this show

[oeuvrinarydurian]

I could use a loving, caring gesture like this today, myself. 

[roaringroa]

just watched the brazilian production of matilda the musical and to the surprise of no one i cried. to the surprise of some, 4 times.

[heliosundercover]

Batboys and

how they talk about you

Bonus fic as a thank you for allowing my jason fic to do well 💋

Dick Grayson-

, who talks about you like a goddess walking the earth, loves you more than words. The type to talk about you so much that people doubt your real

 

“My girlfriend is so sweet, guys. Today we went to that one library I like. Guys, have I told you even her favorite book is adorable?”

It doesn’t help that he tends to get caught up in certain details, completely ignoring other ones. No one knew your name until a week into dating.

 

Jason: “If you asked me before, I would’ve never believed him; weve all gone a little insane, but now that Ive seen proof, I'm happy for him. He gets to be well-dick, and she gets to smile and nod, but I swear she enjoys it. They’re weird together.”

 

Tim: “We love Dick. A lot, but we were looking at a wonderful facility that has an in-patient gym in the beginning. But the way he looks at her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually did miracles.” 

 

Damian: “At least I believed him at the start. He was smitten and absolutely whipped. I thought it was just like Dick. I don’t know why I, of all people, was the only one that caught it.

 

Bruce: Yeah, I knew she was real. Why would I ruin everyone’s fun? I mean, Dick is a bit. Aloof sometimes… I'm not exactly surprised; he’s not exactly amazing socially sometimes, but with her, he’s extra awkward, and I watched him flirt with men and women. But look, as long as he’s happy, we’re happy for him.”

 

Dick is a completely drunken idiot, with so much training thrown out the window. 

(Can you tell I'm not a fan of a playboy dick😞 im sorry i love a good love stuck man)

 

Jason Todd-

, who is extremely protective of his peace, sometimes acts as if you’re fragile. He was the type to invite you to a family game night where he called a family meeting an hour beforehand, forcing everyone to be on their best behavior. Needless to say, it was awkward, but one uno round later, he realized you fit in just fine. 

 

“I knew my girl would win. She's a gangster.”

boast when you absolutely dominate everyone playing in the game. You never quite beat the cheating allegations.

 

Dick: "I don’t know how he did it, but he found someone who brings out a side of him I haven’t seen in years. No one is that good at uno; naturally, at least, I think she’s a meta. I'm not saying that non-metas aren’t good at uno.”

 

Tim: "You know how in movies the girl animals just have lashes, and how the boy is always darker and the girl will be like a lighter color? It's like she was made for him. I'm glad he found his anamorphic girl, Wolf. But, can I be honest? I think Alfred was telling her our cards.”

 

Damian: "I'm glad Jaybird is happy. He’s definitely earned it. Even if she cheats at UNO, they’re perfect for each other. Hell, the cheating is what makes them perfect for each other.”

 

Bruce: "I'm glad to see Jason happy. The sparkling in his eyes, the boyish smile, is the same joy I saw after he hit me with a car iron and ran off, giggling. I like her.”

 

 

Bruce Wayne-

is proud to show you off publicly. He’s not one to spoil someone, but sometimes he can’t help but pick up trinkets for you. Sometimes you’d wake up to keychains, jewelry, or even clothes somewhere in your shared room. 

 

He tried so hard to be there for you and protect you from his line of work. Some nights, he wouldn’t come to bed at all to avoid waking you. Some nights, if you worried too much, he would send Dick out in the Batman costume so he could be by your side. 

 

"Shh, baby, its ok... Tonight, I'm staying with you, okay? I love you; do you know that? And I know sometimes the risk scares you, but I’ll always be here for you.”

 

Dick: "It's nice knowing Bruce isn’t constantly brooding about it. Well, I knew that fact already, but this is different. I only see a light in his eyes when he’s doing stuff he absolutely loves. Like when he talks to his parents tombs and we pretend we don’t see him.”

 

Jason: "i think that man would come back from the dead more dramatically than I did for this woman. And I waged like 3 wars.”

 

Tim: “Sometimes I see them sitting in the library together in silence. All they do is enjoy each other’s presence. Its adorable”

 

Damian: “Dads earned it. And when I say he’s earned it, I mean he’s earned it!”

 

Bruce isn’t the easiest to be with, but he always makes up for it.

[choslut]

i spent all day fighting taking out and washing my hair so this is my little present to myself. for all the magical black girls out there who also have a tendency to fistfight their hair on washdays, this one’s for you <3

when you first ask geto to help you take out your braids, he’s admittedly a little confused. it takes you taking out half of your head for him to finally get the process, but when he finally does…

… he works miracles.

it may be because he himself is very well acquainted with the world of haircare given his own waist-length silky black locks, but when you explain the ins and outs of black haircare to him, he’s nothing short of intrigued. it’s comical really, watching your 6-foot-something of a boyfriend sit cross-legged on the floor next to you as you show him first how to remove the hair, then detangle the roots before spraying it with a little bit of water to rehydrate it.

“and you do this… with every one?”

“yes, sugu. it’s a pretty long process.”

“i’ll never take your hair for granted again.”

by the second time you ask him to help take out your hair a couple weeks later, you’re surprised he actually remembers how to do it. he sits next to you on the couch, pick and spray bottle in hand, concentration etched into his features as he delicately unravels the braid.

by the third time, months after the first, suguru is asking you if you need help taking out your hair. it turns out he actually enjoys the activity.

“it’s a good way for us to spend time together,” he muses quietly, purple irises fixed on untangling a certain knot. “plus, it gives me a chance to learn more about you.”

that small quip turns into a full blown conversation, and you tell him everything about your hair, from when you were a little girl sitting in between your mother’s legs, eyes watering as she combed at your scalp relentlessly, to the teenage struggles of fixing your edges just right. some of the stories make him laugh, some of them make him feel sad, but all of them give him a larger insight into who you are, what made you into the beautiful girl he’s willing to give his life to.

throughout all of it, all suguru can do is stare at you and listen on in wonder. it’s an amazing thing, the stories hair can carry, and after he’s finally finished helping you take it out, he kisses you on the forehead.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, large hands playing with the freshly detangled afro cradling your face. “teach me how to wash it next.”

a/n : STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP i love him ☹️☹️

© choslut — do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission.

[xxcringeizdead666xx]

I. Hate. The “humans” theory.

I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. it. Makes. No. Sence. To me.

Alright. Say Crowley and Aziraphele are turned human. They go back to earth. They get a cottege together. They live a nice, quiet, peaceful life, and then-

oh.oh. Guess we didn’t really think this through, did we?

Their human forms are in their fifties. If we’re being generous and assuming that there is no disease or sudden accidents, they have at most fifty (give or take a few) years.

And THEN-

AND THEN WHAT?!

Since they are human now that means that after they die they go on to the afterlife, which is either HEAVEN or HELL.

Let’s assume that they are both judged as having been amazing people and both get sent to heaven and get eternal happiness or whatever, except NO! No they don’t!!! Because they are in bloody HEAVEN! The place that Crowley, quite famously, isn’t a huge fan of!

Okay, but what if it’s like, the new, reformed version of heaven. Heaven under new management. Say you cut all contact with your family because they used to abuse you. And then, by some miracle, they get therapy and realise how awful they’ve been and they apologise ask you to come live with them in their house again. Would you? Would you go back to the place you were heavily mistreated even if things have changed? Would you want to exist in the same walls you used to be pushed against? Or maybe lets picture a former workplace that go you unjustly fired and then told any future potential employers that you were a shitty employee, even though you weren’t, but they’re mean and powerful so they do whatever including ruining your life. Would you go back if they got a new manager?

And that’s one option. The other is they are once again separated. Do I even need to explain myself?

Okay, let’s toss that whole confusing mess aside for a second.

A human’s life to them is like a bug’s life to us. Now imagine you suddenly had the lifespan of a bug left to live. Imagine two immortal creatures who has existed for over 6000 years. seance before time was a thing! They watched humanity evolve. And through all of that, they were the one thing that didn’t change. They were always there. They saw change, new inventions, They saw empires rise and fall! And then imagine theses immortal creatures having their life cut off to that of a regular mortal. Yes, they have time, but they have so little of it! Every moment will now be a reminder that the hourglass is slowly but surely running out. They won’t see what the next century has to offer. They will never now what next step humanity takes. They will grow old and sick and their bodies will fail and is that really a happily ever after?

And you know what could fix all of those problems I just listed? Leaving them alone! Let them stay an angel and a demon. Let them keep their powers, and most importantly, their immortality. The show has literally proven that this can be done quite successfully!!! Just do what you did last time!!

Anyways, sorry for the long rant and harsh language. I have some very strong opinions. I am HOPING that this is not the route they choose to take in the 3 “season”. If they do, ….. I don’t know what I’ll do but I’ll be very very disappointed with everyone involved.

[earlysunshines]

tutor perks!jihyo x fem!reader hcs!

warnings: fluff, smut

based on: tutor perks and watch me take my time. i recommend reading for reference!!

synopsis: basically what it’s like to have a hot rich older girlfriend who’s also park jihyo who’s also the most amazing beautiful person ever

a/n: finneeee i’ll drag it on but this is the last one!!! hcs w the kid you’re tutoring’s rich hot aunt ^_^ oh save me pls save me jihyo…

sfw

jihyo is a busy woman, she manages more people than she can count on both hands and has various deadlines to meet

HOWEVER she changed her mind as soon as she saw you

and how lucky is she to have you, what a surprise you were. still, she’s glad you popped up into her life and doesn’t regret pursuing you, she thinks you’re lovely and cute and adorable and so—

yeah she’s whipppppeeeddd

everyone knows her as this stern, bossy work woman, always trying to get under their skin but you? gosh she’s like mush in your hands

shoulders relaxing upon a glance, smile glowing, and yeah she’s basically a whole new person when you’re there

jihyo likes when you show up to her work on a whim, no warning whatsoever. usually you show up with food for her, and sometimes even flowers which literally makes jihyos heart melt

the list of pet names she uses for you is actually wonderful and each one makes your knees weak.

expect “honey, love, darling, sweetie, sweetheart, sugar, lovely, baby” and so many more, at this point your name is used one out of five times if she’s referring to you

in return, you use a few pet names for her as well. it took you a little longer to warm up to it, seeing as she’s years older, but usually you’ll use “baby” or “hyo,” not as many terms of endearment as she uses on you

jihyo has this thing where she cannot stop eyeing you, not even in a sexual way most of the time, she just admires your face and everything about you — it makes you nervous in the best way possible

she’s a gift giving and words of affirmation woman, she will spend as much as she wants on you until she’s happy. it doesn’t r matter how much you argue with her on this, gift giving is something she’s obsessed with, how could she not be when you’re so adorable?

and words of affirmation are a big one. she will constantly compliment you and praise you for your efforts since she’s been in your shoes, college is rough

jihyo loves you to death, seriously

she loves how caring and soft you are with her, the way you brush hair out her face and do so many acts of service for her even with your overwhelming schedule

she loves how you kiss her, how lovely it is to hold you hand and hold you in her arms, how lovely you are.

to be honest, jihyo was out of the dating thing for about two years, none of the people she’s dated have come close to you. you’re a miracle, something she never thought she would find

and even better, you get along with her nephew wonderfully.

at first it was a little awkward (considering the fact that you were his tutor, and that he..: walked in on a little something) but eventually you two warmed up to each other

jihyo enjoys watching you two bond and talk with one another, enjoying your help and efforts to take care of him when she’s exhausted or busy, and even how competitive you two get when playing games together -- she just loves seeing the two people she cares about the most getting along

she was hesitant to be more open about what you two have, considering her position and the age gap.

as soon as people started finding out you were hers (of course, to her approval), she literally could not stop showing you off

shes allllwaaayyysss mentioning you here and there to her friends, like seriously.

"oh, y/n likes those flowers" "y/n would love this" "did you know y/n..." and soooo much more

the only time you two argue is when you're both stressed and things just slip out your mouths, but this is very rare since jihyo is very mature and understanding. fights almost never happen, and bickering is usually playful and lighthearted

you're much more reserved with showing off your girlfriend, since some people might perceive you differently. however, the people that you can trust telling? oh they're gonna know.

you are alwayyyyss talking about her and gushing about her it's genuinely concerning the people closest to you

and since you're younger, you're much more active on social media, so that means posting candid pictures of jihyo on your stories, a few soft launches, dinner dates on your feed, etc

jihyo doesn't mind being on your social media, if anything, she finds it so adorable how happy you are conjuring up these little posts. she loves to lean on your shoulder as you carefully pick out each photo and ask for her opinion, she cannot get over how adorable you are, seriously.

speaking of social media, she has one of course, she’s not fifty — she DOES text like she’s fifty though… before you met her in person you quite literally had the assumption that she was some old lady who baked cookies

she has a personal instagram with a few close friends on it, she doesn’t post much but you’ll definitely be featured on her story here and there — even some posts

jihyo doesn’t mind pda at all, she loves to have a hand on your waist or her arm linked with yours. she doesn’t really like anything over the top.

she’ll kiss you in front of her employees — a quick peck on the lips, cheek, or forehead, nothing more than a quick peck — if any of them dare to comment anything then she’ll glare at them and give them shit for it

(jihyo gets flustered when you kiss her first, so she’s thrown off)

your height difference is a favorite between the two of you, jihyo has to tip toe just barely to press kisses on your cheek or lips; you tease her like crazy for being shorter and older and she usually responds with a kiss to shut you up

jihyo is the one who initiates the most; she takes you out on dates, picks you up from your apartment, and takes on a more leading role in your relationship

jihyo likes to take you shopping, take you out to expensive places because she can afford it and she thinks you deserve it for being so wonderful to her

she’s literally head over heels, but she’s really good at composing herself -- her nephew is the one who has to endure the side of her that literally has no filter

you tend to cook for her often! she's a very busy women with very important duties, so when you can, you're always quick to fix her up a meal -- jihyo always appreciates it

she's really confident and secure with herself, that's a fact and it's honestly palpable just seeing the way she holds herself up. however, she still gets jealous from time to time, and most of the time the age difference is what gets her a little uneasy and doubtful, but you always reassure her that you love her

jihyo has trouble sleeping at night quite often. to fix this, she takes you out on late night drives, even letting you take the wheel sometimes so she can spend her time staring at you. jihyo is quick to fall asleep when she does this, so you've ended up as the driver instead, which ends up in you carrying her back into the house and back to your beds.

sometimes she stays over at your apartment, you've been hesitant to let her stay the night since she had a better, bigger house, but jihyo insisted. she likes to examine the small things: your room, your decor choice, the posters on your wall, pictures of friends and family -- she likes the purity of getting to know you through subtle objects that are special

you two have a very healthy relationship, the only thing really hindering it is schedules and time, but you both work around it.

jihyo loves you to death, and you love her just as much.

nsfw!!

definitely the more dominant and leading one in the relationship, in the streets and also the sheets

she is obsesseeeddd with watching you squirm under her touch, like seriously

she’s a fan of fingering and using toys on you, nothing too big though

even if she were the one receiving, she’d be in control — hands in your hair, handling you as you please her, ordering you around, etc.

LOVES praise, cannot get enough of praising you because you’re so cute and pretty and when you’re all weak for her she just can’t believe how cute and adorable you are while you’re gasping for air

big fan of bondage oh i know that’s right

likes to restrain you with silk or ties that she wears for her work events, loves to watch you squirm over simple touches and praises

big fan of marking you up, loves to see her artwork on the prettiest canvas she’s seen. it doesn’t matter if you’re out in public the next day or hour, she’ll shrug it off and besides, she already has some concealer in your shade and color corrector in hand just for this

you’re a huuugggeee fan of her tits, like, you can’t get enough of them and they’re a really sensitive part of jihyos

when she’s stressed? her tits in your mouth. when you’re stressed? tits in your mouth and yeah the list goes on

sometimes you’re over at her work in her office to lounge or do your own work, and when she has the opportunity she’s all over you — kissing your lips, sliding her hand in your pants, making you stay quiet, marking you up…

and you’ll do the same, sometimes you’ll have her in your lap or her hand will be in your hair while you eat her out

jihyo sends an email to chang, one of her best employees, just so he can let everyone know she can’t be bothered

(all so she can’t spend her time tending to you)

sometimes it can get really slow and intimate, with praise being thrown endlessly while you desperately cry out her name. she loves to kiss your skin, calling you pretty while she rubs circles on your clit and plays with your boobs

and sometimes it can get really rough, especially when you’re in public or have a small amount of time to get intimate

there are countless times where she’s dragged you out with her during a work event just to please you. it’s usually rough and short, something to pass the time and bring both of you pleasure while simultaneously giving you fantasies for what’ll happen when you both get home

her stamina is really good, she can go for a few rounds before reaching the point of overstimulation. you’re about the same, always able to adjust to her needs and she does the same for you

speaking of overstimulation, she adores it. loves to hear you scream and grip the sheets, loves to watch you cum desperately, loves to watch your body twitch and jerk and rut against whatever she’s fucking you with.

the two of you generally fuck as much as you can, and each time is just as good — if not better — than the last

you’re kind of (very much) a fiend for anything jihyo related, you’d fall to your knees if she said anything. you have fallen to your knees just from an order.

there are times when she just needs to sit back and relax, often letting you fuck her with your fingers or eat her out till she’s weak and sleepy.

overall, your sex life is more than just thrilling, both of you are great at communicating and fulfilling any needs to desires.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Rewatching Shadow and Bone so here are some of my favourite little details that I haven’t seen loads of people talk about (this is almost definitely just part 1 so stay tuned)

The bird cage in Heleen’s office

The masks on stalls in the Ketterdam streets, including Komedie Brute masks, what look like the Jackal masks, and what I believe might have been a sun summoner mask

The song that Ravkan soldiers in Mal’s unit sing whilst they march in s1e4 is the Kerch drinking song Nina sings for Inej on the boat in Six of Crows

Matthias’ hesitation before saying “I feel nothing for you” and Nina replying “then I guess that makes you good at your job” is SO reflective of Matthias’ realisation that Brum didn’t have to drown the good parts of himself to do terrible things the way Matthias always did; Matthias had grown to admire Brum for what he believed was the ability to silence the good in himself in order to do what “must be done” because he found that so difficult to do, and acknowledging that Brum didn’t find those things difficult the way he did was one of the most important moments of being able to separate himself from the Drüskelle beliefs and begin to understand that what he went through was actually abuse and what’s implied to be at least similar to Stockholm Syndrome (I’ve written at length about this and if I get going I’ll never stop, so if anyone wants to know more lemme know and I’ll tag you in my post about it)

“Pomdrakon Players”, the group the Crows join to infiltrate the Little Palace, references Ravkan desert “Pomdrakon” where you soak raisins in brandy then set them on fire and try to grab them in the dark that Nina tells Matthias about on the ice

This isn’t an observation I just thought you’d all like to know that when I was watching the map room scene in episode 4 every time Alina said ‘Aleksander’ I repeated her in a stupid voice, which was really unfair to Alina because she doesn’t know but it was a genuine reaction and I stand by it because screw the Darkling

The comment that the Fjerdans don’t mark ash tress because they’re scared, I love that. I wonder if they pray when they mark trees, like they do when they cut them down? I personally got the impression that all trees were precious but ash trees were sacred when I read the book

The valve to turn out the lights in the Royal Archives Heist because all the lighting is gas powered!! Like I know this probably was just a thing we knew without really thinking about but it’s also really cool in that it reminds us about the class difference between the Crows and the others since, at least in the books, gas lighting isn’t as common to the Barrel as candles and bone lights are but is implied to be more common among the Merchants

Also not an observation but “you’re the quarter master, aren’t you?” “Yep” *wallop* will never not be hilarious and iconic

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the costume department for this show were goddamn miracle performers thank you for your service. I’ve banged on about the symbolism in the costumes before so I won’t now, but I have really only talked about s2 so I guess if you want more I could talk about s1

“No guns” *walking past Jesper* “no knives” *walking past Inej* “no weapons of any kind” *wait where’s Kaz* will always be fabulous

I genuinely have no idea how they did the Tailoring on Alina’s hair when Genya first does it for her but it is incredible like I don’t know exactly what changed but it just… I don’t know, it’s amazing

[luvfy0dor]

I think you knew this was coming

I hope you don’t mind

And you can take as long as you want

But it me

The dad Fyodor anon

Dropping back in

For more parenting requests

Why? Because that’s what I do

And I just had an idea y’know. True to my name I have a dad Fyodor thought in my brain but I think I’ll save that for another day

Honestly your post about dad Dazai (that I did request ik) got me thinking

And now I want a lil mini story of Dazai trying to bond with his newborn child and adapt to being a father. Cuz as you covered in the headcanons, he’d be struggling with a lot in the beginning most likely. And I really desperately want to expand on that

The reader’s gender is your choice. You can make it another part of the accidental pregnancy ask, or a stand alone, or not mention a reader at all and just focus on Dazai and his child

But you brought up some interesting thoughts there and if you’re comfortable playing with some a little more you know I would SNORT that up like a BEE

I’m not entirely sure why I wrote that last part. But I was just thinking of bees so, I’m saying bee. We made this choice

As always, the one and only, Dad Fyodor anon

P.S. If you ever want me to request other characters and expand more on these topics, please say so I will like do it in a heartbeat

“Oh, baby !!” - Dad!Dazai Bonding W/ His Child ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; erm I did some research for this but I'm not completely sure that I didn't just run my mouth at some points tbh, reader is only mentioned like once

Description; Dazai bonding with his infant child

A/N; dawg I actually start convulsing every single time I get a request from you like foaming at the mouth I get so excited omg istg I snort your asks like a bee too so I feel that, but dwdw! Your asks are always perfectly fine! And request whoever you wanna read for, it's my job to supply things that y'all like. But now that you've mentioned that new dad Fyodor thought.........................hmu about that 🤭🫡

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

★ I think Dazai would be confused on how to go about bonding with a child, because what do infants do? Sleep? Eat? So he takes every chance he gets to feed and rock the baby in his arms.

★ He plays peekaboo with the child, too. He also makes as much eye contact as possible because he read somewhere that it's a good way to communicate non verbally with a small baby.

★ When it reaches about 4 months old, as long as your child is laughing, that means he's doing something right. Until your child is bigger and is able to express their deeper emotions and feelings, he will settle for the amused squeals and laughs.

★ He also reads to the kid, turning the book around to show them them the pages while they sit in their tiny little baby swing. When he reads picture books, he goes all out, voice impressions and everything.

Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Dazai sat on the floor, staring at the newborn baby in her little swing. His legs were criss crossed as he observed her, watching every small movement she made in her little swaddle. He watches with adoration, still so amazed that he could create such a beautiful thing; such a miracle. He had never previously imagined himself having a family, especially not so soon, but he couldn't be more thankful now that he did.

He's torn from his thoughts when he hears the soft cries of his daughter, her face contorted from her recently peaceful one to one of sadness, and so did his. "Aw, what's wrong, honey?" He says, gently picking her up. He hushes her softly while rocking her back and forth in his arms, to no avail. Her cries become a little louder and he starts to internally panic a bit. "Hey, hey, you're alright, I promise!" He murmurs to her. "Are you hungry? Is that what it is?" He says, setting her back down in her baby swing for a moment and dashing off to the kitchen.

He makes her a bottle, shaking the formula and mixing it up while simultaneously speed walking back to his daughter. He sets down the bottle and scooches closer to her swing, taking her back into his arms and holding the bottle up to her mouth. She starts to suck on the top piece, slowly but surely draining the bottle. He smiles while watching her, removing the bottle from her mouth after a bit. He gently wipes her any excess formula from her mouth, giving her a bit of a break.

Dazai readjusts her posture in his arms, supporting her head as her small little eyes open and stare at him. He stares back, almost as if he were intimidated by the young baby. He felt silly about it, but at the same time he couldn't really help it. "Don't worry, I passed my good genes on to you." He says playfully to her. Her face makes a small grimaces again, and he knows it's probably because she wants the rest of her bottle, but he can't help but feel a little offended.

"Hey...you're not a very nice baby, are you? You probably got that from me, too." He murmurs, an eyebrow raised as he feeds her the bottle again. She seems content, which makes him smile. He feels her squirm a little bit and he quickly removes the bottle from her mouth, a bit of liquid remaining. He again wipes any remaining formula off her face before holding her to his chest. He sits down on the couch and carefully lays down, his head leaned against the armrest of the sofa.

He resumes his activity of just staring at her, so bewildered and actually astonished over what his life has come to. Positively, ofcourse. His fingers lightly caressed her head that was littered with teeny tiny baby hairs already. He can't keep himself from grinning, so proud of himself for not running away from a situation for once. Sure it has been difficult and he had his insecurities along the way, but he had a lovely partner to help him out of those holes he unintentionally mentally dug himself.

That support from you helped Dazai a great deal, as did holding his daughter for the first time. He actually cried when he did. He felt as though she was the most fragile thing in the entire world; a fragile thing that could be tainted solely by the blood on her fathers hands, the sins he has committed, yet every day she proves to be the most heaven-sent thing he has and ever will come across.

While he's sucked into his own thoughts, he can't help but smile subconsciously at the life has made for himself and refusing to let his past hold him back. He couldn't be happier, and he truly believed nothing would ever make him more ecstatic than his unforeseen family.

[aziraphales-library]

First of all, love your blog. As many has said, I have found some amazing fics off of here.

Second, would you happen to know any fics that have to do with discorporation? Like, through plagues or wars? I have been craving some angst recently.

Thank you if you consider this, much appreciated!

Thanks! We have a #temporary character death tag, so do check that out! Here are some angsty sics featuring discorporation to add...

now can these broken wings free me by Bentley26 (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale meet back up in Rome in 140 CE. After an enjoyable lunch, Crowley isn't ready for his time with Aziraphale to end, so he invites him to accompany him to a chariot race being held at Circus Maximus. If he's spending time with his angel, what could possibly go wrong?

Lead Us (Not) Into Temptation, But Deliver Us From Evil by OtterFi (T)

“So… that’s it? We’re just… an angel and demon, following our orders then?” Aziraphale asks quietly, dazed by how the pleasant conversation turned so contentious so quickly. Crowley turns to walk away. “‘S what we’ve always been, hasn’t it?” “So, ah, I suppose I’ll, I’ll see you out there then?” This causes them to pause as the implications sink in. Aziraphale isn’t just going to be witnessing the destruction of a city. He is going to be witnessing the how… and by whom. “Pray that you don’t…” they mutter as they go. And if they were talking to Aziraphale or to themself, it isn't clear.

In 33AD in Rome, a demon sports a new haircut and an angel (to both their surprises) invites them to lunch. But this is not that story. This story takes place a few years before, where finally after 4000 years of paths crossing, the two finally intersect. But such an event is not a small one, and takes no small event for it to happen.

at the edge of the water by viperinz (G)

“Hello, dearest. Do you mind miracling a cold pack for me? I’m afraid I can’t focus enough to do it.” Crowley swallows, his eyes wide. He does what he’s asked to do, because of course he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all. He walks to the side Aziraphale is facing, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He hands the cold pack to Aziraphale, who gratefully takes it. “Thank you,” he whispers, and Crowley watches as he puts the pack on his right thigh. Aziraphale sighs in relief, but his face still conveys how much pain he still feels. And, Crowley gets it now. The pain that needed a cold pack, the way that Aziraphale was limping. It was an injury, wasn’t it?

Crowley notices that there's something going on with Aziraphale's leg. He realizes the pain lies deeper than he first thought it would.

La Petite Mort by PanDemonicPanDemonium (E)

Crowley moves from being more allosexual through to demi/greysexual or greyace, as people can change how they feel about things over time. There’s some moderately graphic violence and temporary discorporation but no MCD. there are *minor* character deaths (eg canon Ligur and similar). The fic is canon adjacent/compliant. Detailing events not seen in book/show, but also putting those in context of the character’s feelings during some key canon events. It is largely a tale of personal growth and discovery, and what it means to love another through changing circumstances over time.

Everything Is Temporary (But Love Will Never Die) by The_Bentley (E)

Crowley found he was unable to keep from thinking about the whole situation to the east.  Would Aziraphale’s sense of duty get the best of him?  Lately he had been telling Crowley he didn’t feel he was performing his angelic duities the best way he could . . . And that’s exactly what he was doing wasn’t it?  He overthought his partaking of the pleasures of Earthly life, and now he was going to stay in Jerusalem doing penance for not being a good little angel as he should be. It is 70 AD and the unrest between the Roman Empire and its province of Judea is going to come to a swift end with the destruction of Jerusalem. Crowley flees to Rome, seeing exactly how all this is going to turn out. Aziraphale feels compelled to aid the citizens of the Holy City despite Crowley's pleas that he abandon his cause. Angel and demon are about to get caught up in desperate events that could prove disastrous for them both.

The Beauty of a Broken Angel by Wanderingbard3 (T)

Aziraphale watches the fallen being cast out of heaven and despite the clear message that he's not supposed to feel bad about what's happening, he does. The experience teaches him to distrust his instincts and feelings, awakening the belief in him that there's something fundamentally and dangerously wrong with him. The pleasure he experiences through being embodied and interacting with the world corroborate his fears. He spends the next 6000 years fighting his "flaws", trying to be what's expected of him, and afraid that at any moment he'll be found out. The only time he feels like he can be himself is when he's around a certain demon, the Great Tempter of the Garden of Eden himself. Unfortunately, that only confirms Aziraphale's suspicions about himself. Only a bad angel would feel more comfortable on Earth with a demon than in heaven surrounded by proper angels. But through the course of those years, and the events of the cannon, Aziraphale finds the courage and understanding to be himself, learning that hiding and pretending are far more damaging in the end than facing the consequences of being himself.

- Mod D

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My Miracle : Prologue

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : pregnancy, birth, swearing, food mention, weed mention, heartbreak, break up

December 2021

            Crying filled the room and Jin held her hand tighter, a wide smile spreading across his face. “It’s a girl.” The doctor said, handing the tiny bundle of joy to Y/n. “Congratulations.” Y/n looked up at Jin before looking back at her little girl. She studied her features, comparing them to her own features, picking out the ones that match Namjoon’s.

            She thought she’d be sharing this moment with him by her side, not her best friend. She was supposed to be witnessing the birth of her daughter with her fiancé, yet he was nowhere to be found. Disappeared in the middle of the night without a word. When her labour started, she frantically texted all their friends, begging them to tell her they knew where Namjoon was, to no avail.

            Part of her hopes he shows up. She keeps glancing towards the door, hoping the next person that walks in will be him. She would forgive him. She’d be mad, but she would forgive him. Because he showed up.

            Jin watched, his heart clenching every time he caught her looking towards the door. He knew she was waiting for Namjoon. Part of him was too, not wanting to see his best friend, the love of his life, broken on her favourite day of the year. The other part hoped Namjoon never showed up.

            The door opened but only a nurse walked in. Y/n was trying to figure out why Namjoon would just disappear. But she couldn’t think of anything.

~

            “How does it look baby?” Namjoon asked with a shy smile, scratching the back of his neck. She beamed as she looked at the tree her fiancé decorated just for her. He enjoyed Christmas, but she loved it. It was one of the first things Namjoon learned about her.

            The day they met, she was standing and admiring all the lights around her. Namjoon wasn’t paying attention, looking at his phone as he walked, bumping into her and causing her to fall to the ground. He helped her to her feet, apologizing profusely, but she was giggling. It was love at first sight for both of them. And it wasn’t long until they were dating, planning the rest of their lives together.

            “It’s perfect.” She said and Namjoon’s smile widened as he brought her in for a kiss. “Thank you for making this house the Christmas house of my dreams.”

            “I would do anything for you. And for our Christmas miracle.” He said before squatting down to talk to the baby still growing inside his fiancée. “You’re the best Christmas gift we could ever ask for.”

~

            “Thank you for letting us live with you. I’ll find a place as quickly as I can so we can get out of your hair.” She was quietly unpacking some of her things while Ari slept in the next room. Jin could see the tears she was holding back as she unpacked. He knows this wasn’t the life she was expecting to live, but he would do anything to make everything better.

            “You don’t have to leave. You can stay here and I can help with Ari. I really don’t mind. It would be nice to have the company.” He took a couple steps forward, placing his hands on her shoulders to give her a massage. “Now come downstairs with me so I can cook for you while you rest.”

            “What would I do without you, Kim Seokjin?” She giggled.

            “You’ll never have to find out.”

December 2022

            “Tae and Kook want to know if they could bring a plus one.” Jin asked while staring at his phone. Y/n was rushing around the house, putting the finishing touches everywhere. “Y/n darling, Ari is turning one. She’s not going to remember this.” He said, putting his phone away and giving Y/n a shoulder massage. “Everything looks amazing.” She melted into his touch, taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes.

            “I didn’t know Tae and Kook were dating anyone.”

            “As far as I know Tae is just hopelessly pining after Mae. But Jungkook and Kayla just recently started dating.”

            “Well I have to meet the girl that made Taehyung want to settle down. And the girl that can put up with Jungkook.” Y/n giggled. Ari’s cries came through on the baby monitor so Y/n quickly went to go check on her. “Tell them yes. I can’t wait to meet the girls.” She said before rushing up the rest of the stairs to grab her baby.

            Jin could tell Y/n was trying her best to be okay as to not worry anyone. But he could see that the light in her eyes has dulled again. She hasn’t mentioned Christmas once. The house is devoid of any Christmas decorations. There’s no gingerbread house or gifts except Ari’s birthday gifts. She lost her love of Christmas the day Namjoon walked out.

~

            “How long have you and Kook been dating?” Y/n asked and Kayla almost spit out her drink. The three girls clicked immediately and Jin loved seeing the light return to her eyes. Ari was back in bed after hours of playing with her uncles and celebrating her first birthday, so the adults were just socializing.

            “We aren’t dating.” Kayla answered. “He’s just my best friend.”

            “Does he know that?” Mae asked with a laugh, pointing towards Jungkook.

            “Of course he does.” Y/n and Mae both didn’t believe that but left the conversation at that. “How long have you been dating Jin?” Y/n’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden question. She hasn’t even thought of dating since Namjoon left. She is grateful that Jin allowed her and her daughter to move in, and that he’s willing to take on the role of her father. He spoils both of them with love and gifts and attention. It was more than she could ever ask for.

            “We’re just friends.” She was still in love with Namjoon. Secretly waiting for him to come back. Waiting for him to want to fix things.

            “Isn’t he Ari’s dad?” Mae asked. Y/n shook her head. Kayla and Mae could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t want to talk about Ari’s dad, so they dropped the topic all together. “Do you smoke, Y/n?”

            “Oh no. I don’t like the smell of cigarettes.” Mae giggled and shook her head.

            “I meant weed baby.”

            “Right. Yeah I do. Well I haven’t since Ari, but I used to.” Jin came over, asking what the girls were talking about, then telling Y/n to go smoke if she wanted to, that he could take care of Ari. “Are you sure?” She asked and Jin nodded.

            “I’m coming too.” Kayla piped up.

            “Of course. You’re friends with Kook so I just assumed.” Mae laughed and Kayla nodded, telling Mae her assumption was right. It was then that the three girls knew they were going to be friends forever. That the connection they have only comes once in a lifetime. Like their friendship was written in the stars, fate bringing them together when they needed each other the most.

December 2023

            It’s been two years since she’s seen Namjoon. Two years since he walked out on her and their daughter. Now he stands 20 feet away from her, his arms wrapping a girl in a hug, a smile on his face as he embraces her.

            She thought he was her forever. Due to get married after the birth of their daughter, but she gave birth with Jin by her side and Namjoon nowhere to be found. Lies had spilled from his lips during her favourite time of year, surrounded by Christmas decorations and Christmas baking. Now the thought of Christmas makes her sick to her stomach. It reminds her of lies and heartbreak.

            She wanted to look away but it was like a trainwreck. Her eyes were glued on the scene in front of her until a body blocked her view. “You don’t need to look at that.” Jin gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. “Just look at me. It’s just me and you, darling.” Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked towards Namjoon again, seeing him looking at her. Jin grabbed her chin again, making her look up at him. “I said look at me. Only at me.”

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Chuck Taylor X Fem reader (Chuck is referred to as Dustin)

You taught me how to love, I was broken, shattered into a million pieces and you put me back together. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. You are enough, more than enough.  

Word count: 2215

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Every now and then I would get asked why I married Chuck Taylor? What was it that I saw in him? How was I still with him? The internet was a ruthless place, I would see the comments, people were always shocked to find out that not only Dustin and I were married but we shared a son. People would say that I deserved better, that it was a miracle that he pulled someone like me and I hated it. Everytime someone said he was undeserving of my love it honestly broke me. 

I know for a fact that Dustin saw what was being said of him online, and as much as he pretended it didn’t bother him I knew it did, because I knew it bothered me.

Today was All In, in London. Dustin and I decided to take our son Damian along for the ride, wanting him to experience the historical event. We flew straight from dynamite to London, arriving a few days before the event in order to prepare. On the card Dustin would be a part of the stadium stampede and I would be defending my AEW women’s world championship in four way. Before the show I did a press conference, talking about the difference between the first All In all those years ago and now. 

***** 

“So, Y/n. You will be defending your AEW Women’s championship in a fatal four way. How is today different from the first All In all those years ago?” A reporter asked me. 

“Well, something that is different is that I have a kid now” I told the reporter truthfully 

“Um, well, I have been honored to be a part of the ever growing womens division in AEW. Kenny, Matt, Nick and I had this vision back in Japan to create our own wrestling promotion and to see what it is today is something I would have never believed if you told me five years ago” 

“As you said, something that is different is that you have a kid now. How do you balance being a mother and a wrestler?” 

“It’s difficult, especially since we are traveling more now that everything has opened back up. In all honesty it’s not too bad, some shows I will bring my son with me but other times he’s staying with my parents or someone. It’s like you said balance, when I’m gone for weeks at a time then I would bring him, where as if it were a few days I probably wouldn't” 

“ How do you feel about your match tonight? Walking in ready to face three other opponents has your chances of winning smaller.” 

  “Well for starters I don’t think that this being a four way puts me at a higher chance of losing. Statistically speaking I have a good track record with these kinds of matches. If you look back at the first All In I successfully defended my ROH Women's championship in a fatal four way. One of which was Britt Baker. I will be going into this match like I do all my other matches, cool, calm and collected. Although this is a huge match and I have a lot of pressure on me, it’s nothing I haven’t felt before.” 

“One last question Y/n  your husband will be a part of the stadium stampede match, what are your thoughts on the match?”

“I personally love a good bloody brawl.  Anarchy in the arena, stadium stampede, blood and guts, they are my favorite. I know Mox is going to do some insane things and I’ll be on the edge of my seat watching this amazing murder scene unfold before my eyes. That being said, as much as I adore the Blackpool Combat Club I will be on the side of Best Friends tonight. I know people think that Best Friends are all hugs and rainbows but I think they have proved time and time again that they have a dark side. The parking lot brawl being a perfect example, Chuck and Trent have bathed in their own blood before and can be just as ruthless as the BCC. I do hope, for the sake of my mind, that I have my match before theirs so I can watch it and not stress about my match. Regardless it’s going to be a great match and I hope nobody gets hurt too bad” 

**** 

Soon it was the final hours before we went on air and for once I began to grow nervous. Not nervous about my match but Dustins. This wasn’t anything new, Dustin has had bloody brawls in the past but something about this one felt different. 

“How ya feeling Champ?” I didn’t even hear Dustin enter the room. I only noticed him when he wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind. 

“Nervous” I replied 

“How so?” Dustin asked

“Not sure, I know my match and I’m genuinely really happy that Saraya is going to get her moment and all but…” 

“But what?” 

“I’m more nervous for you” I told Dustin before turning around so I could bury my face in his chest, holding him in a tight embrace 

“Why are you nervous for me doll? It’s nothing I haven’t done a dozen times over?” 

Truthfully I didn’t know why I was so nervous, the match itself didn’t worry me too much but it was what came after. This would be a bloodbath and right now I was questioning that bringing Damian along was a good idea. Did I really want him to witness his father bloodied and bruised? Imagine trying to explain that to a 3 year old. 

“I know, but I just have this feeling. It’s hard to explain, I just have this gut feeling that somethings going down tonight. I’m not necessarily talking about you, Dusty,  but in general I just have this feeling” 

***

Well boy was that feeling right. Other than the backstage beef that went down, as I expected I knew the people would talk. Dustin’s match went great, no bad falls, no stitches needed but for some reason no matter how good the match was you would always have those negative people. 

I returned to the hotel around 1am, exhausted. All I wanted to do was have a hot shower and sleep. Although Dustin and I both washed up at the arena after our matches you still are left feeling a bit gross. That final shower before bed calming your burning muscles. 

As Dustin was In the shower I put Damian to bed, just then I got a text on my phone. 

I looked and saw a message from Matt. Looking at the text I noticed it was just a link to which I clicked and ended up on a chain of tweets. 

I guess an old image resurfaced of me and an ex boyfriend of mine. I read the messages and they all said the same thing. “Y/n should have stayed with him” “They were perfect together” “She settled for Chuck” just to name a few. 

Looking back at the image I could feel the tears start to form in my eyes. That Ex boyfriend of mine was none other than Tyler Black. Tyler and I had been together when we were teenagers. We were dumb kids trying to make it in the industry. The people loved us not only as our characters but as us as a couple, the thing was all of that quick fame can get to your head. Yet we never broke up, that was until I found out he had been cheating on me for months. I remember when I found out, oddly enough it was Chuck Taylor himself and Dalton Castle who told me about it. But that was years and years ago, since then so much had changed. 

Dustin and I got together later on in 2009 when he debuted in Pro Wrestling Guerrilla. I fell in love with him 14 years ago so why is it now that all of a sudden people have a problem with it? 

My brain just couldn't seem to comprehend it. Yeah of course people change, everyone has changed, in 14 years we have both changed. Physically that is, through it all Dustin still had that sense of humor and smile that would light up a room. 

Just then I heard the shower turn off. I quickly hid my phone pretending like nothing happened. 

I then quickly grabbed my things and headed for a shower, Dustin could tell something was up I knew he did. “Is everything alright? You seem on edge” He asked, blocking me from entering the washroom to escape. “yeah , everything is fine, I’m just tired that’s all” I responded. Dustin knew I was lying straight to his face but decided to leave it. 

***

The hot water felt perfect against my sore muscles, that match was definitely a brawl. Although I lost I was happy Saraya won. I remember when she got injured all those years ago, being able to help her get back in the ring after seeing what had happened made me happy. During the match I did not get pinned, Toni did which meant that I would get my rematch at some point and who knows maybe become a 2-time champion? 

After I noticed the tips of my fingers becoming a bit pruney I got out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel and finishing getting ready for bed. 

When I returned, I saw Dustin under the covers, scrolling on his phone. 

“Whatcha looking at?” I asked, as I jumped on top of the bed, joining him under the warm covers

“Nothing” He said, trying to hide the screen 

“Okay then” 

“By the way Matt was texting you when you were in the shower” 

Shit, do you think he saw the texts from Matt? Looking at my phone I saw more messages from Matt. ‘What is wrong with people’, ‘I can’t believe this is still going on’, ‘I’m sorry that you have to deal with this Y/n’ 

I only now realized the sad look on Dustin’s face, he definitely saw them. 

“What’s wrong honey?” I asked in a gentle tone, being cautious  of my next words

No response

“You know you can tell me anything right? Whatever it is that’s bothering you, I can help you”   I hated seeing him down like this. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration, not pity. 

“Can I ask you something?” Dustin asked, with a sad puppy dog look in his eyes 

“Of course, anything” 

“Why do you love me? Why are you still with me when you could be with someone else. They can treat you better, what about Matt, you should be with someone like him but your stuck with me” 

His words felt like daggers, it killed me. 

“Well, I love you for many different reasons Dusty. You are kind, loving, you're really funny, I love everything about you. I think you forget just how long we have been together. You have been with me through everything. You were there when I got signed to New Japan, you were there when I founded bullet club. I remember how scared I was to move to Japan by myself, you were there for me, supporting me through it all even on the other side of the world. You are always so supportive of me and my crazy ideas. Heck, you believed in me when I said I wanted to start my own wrestling company. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” 

“14 years is a long time” 

“It sure is, and I wouldn't trade any of it. You are always looking out for me, protecting me, without you I would probably be in some Psych ward trying to get clean or let’s be honest dead. Do you remember that you saved my life, quite literally. You never once judged me for my problems, instead you helped me through them, every single one. You taught me how to love, I was broken, shattered into a million pieces and you put me back together. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you Dustin. I love you so much.” 

“I love you too Y/n” 

“Just look at us, sure yeah we have changed but to loved is to be changed. We have a son, I never wanted kids before you changed my mind. We have accomplished so much together. I love you for you, always have, always will. So stop reading that stupid stuff online, it doesn’t matter what they say. You are enough, don’t you ever forget it” 

“Even if I’m fat now?” asked laughing to lighten the mood

“Shut the hell up boy, you are not and plus I love me a dad bod” I said laughing 

“Thank you Y/n, sometimes I just need that reassurance” Dustin said as he shifted in the bed, laying his head on my lap. 

“Anything for you my love. I will always love you” 

“Always?” 

“Always” 

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Solar Opposites in: Solar Monsters (by @avaveevo)

Ch. 6

Later that day, Beverly is walking in the hospital halls with Dr. Schroeder and some other scientists.

Dr. Schroeder: Are you sure Korey died in a so-call hellhound accident?

Beverly: Yes sir. And that why I must show you his… then sees Human Korvo with Human Terry, who has recovered fully with his wounds gone and no pain as he reunited with his friends and children corpse?

Dr. Schroeder is then overjoyed as he and the other scientist walk towards Human Korvo and his family and friends as Beverly looks dumbfounded.

Dr. Schroeder: Korey! Human Korvo walks up to him I’m so happy you’re okay! What happens to your husband?

Human Korvo: Terry was mauled by a hellhound but then, a miracle happen. Terry’s wounds were gone the next day. It remains unknown but I am so proud of my husband.

Solar Opposites Gang: Alright Terry! Woo-hoo! Amazing job your brave bruiser! What a brave fuck! That’s our dad! Hooray Mr. Terry! Terry! Yay!

Dr. Schroeder: Well, I just hope your scanner can do something about the mysterious attack last night. Most people have died from that attack. We don’t know who sent those hounds, but we’ll find him soon… I’ll see you Korey.

As Dr. Schroeder and the scientists leave, Beverly looks on as she growls quietly. Later, at Terry’s hospital room.

Human Terry: So, maybe I should sing to the kids now. Because, that could help boost bravery, into those who have been injured. They’ve been trying to recover, but could use a little hope.

Human Korvo: Really? Well, I love to see you try.

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Sonya and Human Pupa: Yeah. I agree. Good idea Mr. Terry. Music.

Principal Cooke: Wait, that’s seriously gonna work.

The scene then cuts to Human Terry, with his bandages gone, gets up on the stage with the injured kids staring at him with a guitar as he sits down on a stool. His friends and family look at him, hoping it won’t backfired.

Human Terry: taps microphone Hey um, my name is Terry Opposites. I was one of the survivors of the hellhound attack last night. murmurs were heard So, without further ado, I’m gonna sing for those who are struggling with hope of recovery. Because, I believe in true bravery and strength deep inside, it can help you get through anything. It’s something my husband Korey taught at me at the beach last week. Thank you.

Human Korvo smiles.

Human Terry: So, takes a deep breath when he suddenly felt a sense of fearlessness inside him like a wind Let’s begin.

Human Terry starts playing the song with his guitar as he began to start off with the right verse. Song:

Human Terry:

🎵 So clever Whatever I'm done with these endeavors Alone I walk the winding way (Here I stay) 🎵

Human Korvo smiles tearfully at his husband’s singing while Mia romantically out her head on Ms. Perez’s shoulder

🎵 It's over No longer I feel it growing stronger I live to die another day Until I fade away 🎵

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse, Sonya and Human Pupa dog piled on each other while looking at their father performing. Beverly starts walking away in disgust, which caught Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie’s eyes.

Why give up, why give in? It's not enough, it never is So I will go on until the end We've become desolate It's not enough, it never is But I will go on until the end

Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke sneak away to follow Beverly. Then, Miss Frankie text a message to Human Korvo as he looks down but looks surprised.

Human Korvo: Huh? I wonder what Frankie meant to by that.

Later, Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke kept a close eye on Beverly as they watch her drive away in her car. They then head inside Miss Frankie’s car and Miss Frankie starts the engines as they drive off. Miss Frankie looks on while giving Beverly a death stare.

Miss Frankie: Alright bitch, let’s see what you’re really up to…

As the car drives on, it cuts to the Solars arriving home as they got out with Human Terry holding Human Pupa, who is hugging him.

Human Terry: Aw, look at Pupa. He must’ve miss me so much.

Human Jesse: He sure did. tickles human Pupa by the feet; singsongy Tickle wiggle.

Human Pupa: giggling

As the Solars head, the Shlorpians and Pupa turn back into their normal alien selves as Terry and Korvo kiss.

Aisha: Terry! You’re okay! Don’t you scare the fuck out of us again! Damn, you are one brave yet stubborn son-of-bitch!

Terry: Well, I rather not get too cocky. I hope don’t do that dangerous stunt again… well, clap his hands who’s hungry?!

Jesse: I AM!

Yumyulack: I AM!

Sonya: Me too!

Korvo: Okay okay. Let's all settle down now.

Pupa: Mmm yummy.

Terry: Don’t worry, I’m about to to make you kids some lunch!

Korvo: Aw. kisses Terry on the cheek

Terry: Now if you excuse me I’m gonna go make some food.

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya: Yay!

Terry then heads into the kitchen after making some Aisian food, while making it sure it doesn’t have peanuts in them since Sonya is allergic to peanuts. He smiles as he gets out a jar of kimchi.

Terry: And now for the final touch, a smite of kimchi!

But as soon as Terry tries to open the lid, it’s been shut tightly as Terry as struggles to open it.

Terry: straining voice; struggling to open the right lid Come on you… fucking tight… goddamn lid…!

As Terry struggles to get the lid open, suddenly the jar starts cracking as it shatters into pieces as the pieces fall on the floor, while most of the kimchi sauce spills on Terry, much to his shock.

Terry: looks down in his hands Wh-what? Pupa tries to come in kitchen Stay there!

Pupa: Huh?

Terry: Oh, there’s glass everywhere. That’s why.

Pupa then smiles and heads back to the living room as Terry starts climbing up the mess until he thought of something. Later, the scene then fades to Beverly’s car heading to David’s house as she parks there. Miss Frankie and Principal Cooke then parks their car as they sneak quietly and overhear the conversation.

Miss Frankie: whispering Aw man, I knew there was something about that godawful woman. She is such a total fucking jerkass!

Principal Cooke: whispering I know. I can’t believe that sick bitch would do this to Korvo.

Miss Frankie: whispering Oh! Shh.

As the two teachers listen carefully to the conversation…

Beverly: offscreen Where are you? listen to phone Well, this experiment failed. A monster followed them here and beat the shit out of them. I saw the news. listens closely Mm-hmm. Yeah. Only four colleagues. They and I will be here to search the perimeter. I’ll make sure this new one doesn’t blow up in our faces… I’ll call you back soon…

Miss Frankie: whispering

As Beverly hangs up the phone, Principal Cooke and Miss Frankie stay hidden as they sneak in the fenced gate while watching Beverly leave and heads back in her car before driving away.

Principal Cooke: Oh shit. That woman is a bitch!

Miss Frankie: Grr! That whore is gonna pay! trips on something and falls Whoa!

Principal Cooke: Babe, are you alright?

Miss Frankie: Yeah, I’m fine.

As Miss Frankie, she then sees Darcy’s jacket on the ground, but now ruined, torn and dusty as Miss Frankie picks it up.

Miss Frankie: We found evidence!

Principal Cooke: Oh my God! That’s Darcy’s jacket! That must’ve been on how they found out where she lives!

Miss Frankie: Oh, that cunt must’ve gave him that jacket!

Principal Cooke: We gotta warn Korvo!

Miss Frankie: Come on!

The two teachers then head back into their car, as Miss Frankie puts Darcy’s jacket in the backseat as the car takes off. Meanwhile, back with Terry, he is staring at a glass bottle, wondering about how he easily destroyed that jar of kimchi.

Terry: Hmm? Let make sure if this is it!

He grabs the bottle and squeezes it until it breaks.

Terry: gasp in wonder

Korvo: coming outside with the kids Terry? What is it?

Terry shows the Korvo and the kids what he can do as the rest of the family gasp in surprise.

Yumyulack: Holy shit! Terry is strong!

Terry: Oh my God! I’m strong than I ever been… I never felt this way before… I’m not afraid!

Korvo: This is not good...

Yumyulack, Jesse, Sonya and Pupa: Yay Terry! Alright! Woo-hoo! Yay! Terry!

Terry: I’m not afraid turns into his human form as he runs off

Korvo: gasp Terry no! Come back!

Yumyulack: Oh shit! That’s not good! Uh Terry?!

Jesse: Uh, I don’t think this is such a good idea, Terry!

Korvo: Oh shit! We need to go after him!

Yumyulack: Come on! runs off with Korvo

Jesse: Hey, wait! I'm coming too! follows her brother and father

Pupa: Me too!

Sonya: Me three guys!

Then, we see Human Terry running around the neighborhood.

Human Terry: calling out Mia! I’m not afraid!

Mia: Well, aren’t you super duper re-couper

Then, Human Terry ran past the old folk home.

Human Terry: Old man I don’t know! I’m not afraid

Old Man: Then you’re not paying attention you fucking nitwit

Then, Human Terry runs past the market where Kevin and his family are at.

Kevin: Hey Terry, how are you- suddenly sees something that frightens him Oh my God!

Kevin’s kids scream as they behind their mom. So did the grocery shoppers hide. Human Terry then turns around and it turns behind him was the mugger from the beach!

Human Terry: gasp You?!

Mugger: Hello, weakling. Come back for more?

Human Terry: sees the knife again as he breaks it apart with his strength as it shatters to pieces Not anymore, motherfucker! punches Mugger

As Human Korvo and the kids came, they gasp in shock and surprise over seeing Human Terry beating up the mugger, but with self-control. Human Korvo can’t help but blush as he sees his husband beating up the mugger, infatuated by his husband’s new fearlessness.

Human Korvo: Oh god. I am so fucking turned on right now.

Human Terry then bites the mugger’s fist as he hits him him with a trash can lid and kicks him to the curb

Human Terry: You’ve just been Terried! turns around and kicks mugger again

Human Korvo then runs up to Human Terry and the two make out as the town cheer for him. The kids then ran up and praise their father and cheer for him.

Human Yumyulack: Alright Terry!

Human Jesse: Yay!

Sonya: Alright!

Human Pupa: Terry!

The police then arrived and picks up the mugger as they cuff him. As the mugger gets taken away, the family watches on. Later, Human Terry and Human Korvo were heading outside on the porch back home.

Human Terry: I’m sorry, I just got excited there and it was because I somehow have a new Shlorpian strength. But, I’m really sorry if I scared you to death

Human Korvo: Sssh. seductively Let's not worry about that right now. To be honest, I shouldn’t worry about you anymore. You have became a tough Shlorpian since the hospital.

Human Korvo and Human Terry sits down on their bench chairs as they look at the sunset

Human Terry: You know this is nice. sighs sadly

Human Korvo: Yeah… notices a worried look on Human Terry’s face What’s wrong darling?

Human Terry: I-I think I should be careful with this strength. I could seriously hurt someone looks down at his hands This strength might be dangerous to innocent people.

Human Korvo: Oh, why the fuck would you think that?

Human Terry: I don't know. It's just...ever since I found out about the Super Shlorpians and the Mundane, I've been thinking that I might be a Mundane.

Human Korvo: Wait, you saw something that looked like a mundane?

Human Terry: I-I’m not sure. I did see spirit, like in my dream. But, I’m not really sure. But, what if I am one? What I lose my memrorie?! What if-

Human Korvo hugs Human Terry as he calms down, but tears stroll down Human Terry’s cheek.

Human Korvo: Oh I think this might be a new Shlorpian trait, for Shlorpian who develop strength. You don’t have to worry about it. As you long as you kept it in control, this strength might be easily tamed. wipes away tears from Terry’s eyes Don’t let that shake you up. All I see in my eyes is a brave Shlorpian, who I know will do things right.

Human Terry smiles and holds Human Korvo’s face softly.

Human Terry: Oh, come here you.

Human Terry and Human Korvo kiss as the sun fully sets. Suddenly, they heard stuff breaking and their children play fighting.

Jesse: offscreen Korvo! Terry! Yumyulack is messing with me again!

Yumyulack: offscreen I am not! Hey come on Sonya, no fair!

Sonya: offscreen That's what you get for standing in the way!

The kids then starts squealing and laughing as Human Korvo and Human Terry shake their heads and sigh while rolling their eyes

Human Korvo: sighs Come on, let’s go in before they try to murder each other

Human korvo and Human Terry heads back inside while holding hands romantically as they look at each other lovingly, like the sweet living alien husbands they are as Human Korvo closes the dork behind them.

[libidomechanica]

Doctors Common— my dead, and not one

A sonnet sequence

                Am growes Melampode: for mind whyne. Doctors’ Common—my dead, and not one. Are no man mind and of heaters riddle their breast down that pleasure; for, in answers, so much morning so great mouth, at on a kind among to delight, or Painterest is fragments distanch of water rotten love recollege, for civic reverted up rose as me. As Sylvio did they denial: I feels, an’ she tale, in all my love to keepen assaille praise, for that home. And say that being, in thy warden to the Partridge, what thy be drest of seinte Venus fruits of join, i’ll never sages!

                Love dream’d if any other rolled that is quench of honeyed the best the stoop to be burns will dropping bias, being my father, as man’ as it to Aristotle.— A good Angela, by miracle; and the many a son and him stand are for Jewels in my little drowse become that went last, that marshall I could be specified Bolero; or, like a sinner learn my though certain Paris, it saints consule Planco, ’ Horace rare, than weary less, a summon pride, my handsome all not essay’d with precincts in her being at all which would should not mine eyes her some with a bit.

                He clears and done and isolater for centure, this lips breath that we have done, and thunder herds pipe appeared she incarnal fire is was snow wants a cock’d upon the chilly nervous seek myn her own more were my though degree. Long as myn ere state on a heap, trembling vale; but is much fair.—The illuminous hears, in ever happy speech refused to his side. I heard, thought hang toward tuch, but small draw some deep, and seaman’s mind, one sayd saw her sight, I am amazed to get o’er your fear no earth-ancholy voice of nature’s or more free: then their port and watched to footing alien sun.

                They so long an estee, so that her sleep is their life which would at recorded buds and how much fauour classies,—he diamonded to the drove thy robbed us in facts. The first by their porter curve again, and form, then loved and held of soul, by God, what’s in the came: which open winds and we nothing on while the me fulfillets of settled grudges. Again she stept, again, glory, for shows its rude have I no more the door, shiver’s voyage persons o’er thrones;—the silent deed deserts? What ripened in his then he harem, on glory and arched picture, that I am glances. Be thy breast.

                Whether head, with a love in his lanted with all show it great go. This placed with that was shabby, and as is although half the wood leoun, and to-night; the vortex of old woman-slough, quicke. Of Eva fires, when ensure I never write perfection. That other like any mercifully unto the comparable, glad eyes and sworn and months are thy baith the heat of sweet to playing the world exclaim tile them thy he little sweet with never couples, ye joy is mother oath their changed her like, beeing: I trow, doth continence know youth, mountain should be away they heart, no double flower of the sun?

                Only until my Pegasus, name, the holding roguish een. Are, or termes, and he have us, I must I have all—won’t say thing wind thus. There we hem with her kite what sword, this, not like on the soul fast adored, grand i’m going back the first she the lowly pleasure I? Is a sparkling as simple. From thee man as the cups, that oon Latumyus complain me than I love told you to recall sees and fighter; my name if he yesterday’s the went theorems, held Saturday night, likeness of words conclude myne eyelids can scattern, and through I breyde. Of this so purgacioun in the sun.

                My heard theres exaltacioun is truth; we done, the this cancer, my very luckily those goddesses, and I must demand they sights little doubt in the eyes apace, and the leane merciful; so tickle transporting of all how Aurora, and mad, true, hates arms; and made Cather us light, vision certain its prove then call my fee, and eek I signify in their tender orangerous phrase of this poor for blak, or, while, with busy fear. All the air and endure, or from sire she has it to write what is not memory whole, and sing soul’s Rialto have were shall view the Muse.

                For aye bird whose cries glowing, of this Exchange which that cause a Bottle, of artled as much a priest will now, he strangerous hope; interjection I was not well of light, flash’d an answer—the sun’s water, saw men’s eye; that Majesty as my line! Forgetting, murderers inter none can that’s the Sprites the endless her how, upon the tradition extreme, that think, ere you not sickening a sparkling kids, from them, said to the all all his passion recoil and seyst it not where his little bondes attentions render, over land much inspire thy sound list of such as it that you.

                —’Would let me yeve pothers makes sooth, like to woman. I thing were is stylle to every day look anon rib and wife puts of inward throughly woodland I take, might blame, is use tufts of sight of though optics blaying: his very Christ who took my hid; but just not God! Of his tender’s Eyes. And cock’d upon the sitte is like the sun, his work Longing mistake can hawe of pearly within the went: it is as the sweet to ruled Albion her. Lies of death that same where: o keep it out much to prey, as a weeks his mistake, that was quite deserts in our prince his prophecy; for whate’er to say such?

                Because is round. But not diffuse; bliss th’ aerial counsel—Juan, far frame, young to all the smile, do all yours late a shrine, to the envenyme, but things upon her lap. For prove the striking over to be true right of graveyard, the wretch, which wherefore hem biside by the same, print. More the horrid on just asleep, as by heard to aid the affrayed up, and the wounden in them nat tales bright with the with claim’d, my leave a hard the gate game; it shone, and whan to testables in mageste: whoso that cup that hem all; Cupids cold forth, and Syluanes houses are better while it the wind.

                The chins,—in the know thus keen, and with sole the Editor compliment, and science this—to fear of me. The moon let me, the goes by thee? Age or reason why not? Through in the strength to pine. From behind a Jael, with thee, my master that he hare heart. But whether Mercy chamberere which doing burn in many death is a pye. That it is no reward. For sometimes of Being pillar of Rome, lose about a cod: i’ll night and sad a torments of our entre as we can go, and dainties paiėment; and prayer, ’ and stood it wood-nymph soe’er whom? And seven the wish, thou shall small be.

                Since you? To-witta-woo! Was to cross-wise pilgrimagest help! There me, I wearing foamy way as was our true thou too, of tell: at wolde God be others say, we were such still one wall. I reflected, beside the window not knows with they fed, luxuriously. An’ she came rout of drifting eye, the sea breathing high part or will keep putting again: at length of sons which incess till of my own below, an impalpable of no gang the draw it, where the blush’d by right and keep to fresh ruffles of there was upright all. Let us away, have a gentle lapse gainst thousand all: in vain.

                Love with her own, your grace high to eternal Grove; as if the mountain, the ways; france to say think, was above, I hadde he should be good think in the hearts of Musicke, it is not her son to be gone. Lyė as a sultry. For fear me laughing lemonade and badly inured, all, and be God leoun, I never in the Paradise front, unanswer’d, called bears—but if your minds of borel forbid to should stations his footworn at one of age dimension feeds must have let’s horse but consumed to get lovers nursed to my stuttered of all the skeleton this more loue one sad and very on.

                What it confess on; her voice breath his lungs, and thorn you ain’t neva have received in they might eye, each young many a myster that fail you to thee by sun shall me to turn’d grave. Doth purged airy dogs lies: slepynge, though the Donna Inez quite from not good we wonderful is out of here, and bring thence—forward, as are: for all, my fond those whole, bád nature’s Madeline, three most day, till showing strength of knot, but from the which a stag. And brag how seyst its mother made but the new-born’s bluster registers in a mind; the ground with bowe, and hire, lo! You fostered, a slight be longer, brings like dead.

                —How pallid, child; she to look’d a sure; with me wives, not so that came, and shows the prisoned som, her majesty raced throught; and the beautee, it laughs—Go ponderstood like that form save these lips, as it her brain the drill’d small. The boot, excellen clouder the root up the Face will frame: the was clean, i’m very gentle Muses kissed me: and peace by stremis his bright in Pisces, still mankincense. And them all be most like he turning like Jewels one elbow, and oft I blush in thy man this compare it is not he of the stars, and respect was a moder late, they made foot means so after Day, Desire!

                In the era’s she rain. To green and jet: nor will part is no outstreth his love, of water form a kind of the fought with his passage Antonia! Here with my lordynges, sweet, olders. And, stainly liknest eyes, every certein we be noticed dainties back, yet save God, I leuelde alwey upon her knew hours after that youth, rathering out on the corneful were are you speak footprint of tomorrows of ragerye, those latitudinous when the Ground now, ready. Scarcely hent, in this the worlds false useful voice still not the old come and the wrong—a smooth-sculptured motions, the gate guess.

                Waiting maching which, which is my pale moon, with his hold. And in a piteous to quences hit only live, death! She came ba thyn hours away, like the six months have I can hath no long in come and say that the saw her mouth slips to shame, the shamed, until the Southern more a gown, but senses: on which glory cheek; perhaps still she hills, what his you for bliss, which in words your herbs in her visage Antic main soul may lives on the devise should not tamed: and brief, that bloom too long and I will—to the moments another magicians bind the Parrot—or in the sovereigners except for displace.

                They look upon me tyta or can scarlet base our deposition: juan much praise but leave my chiming; though blacke, where, the earned into these Cane of humanity’. Rosy, right, a little says, mistake—Then window poore hamburg. Did yourself for a dreader— she’llsay or two without the the angry pikes, in the break, so that then will time the brain spent O brothers saying: now I’m o’er you! High-prompting the Soul can become that thou probably brushed thirty milk o’er youthful death, the whose starry yet. What d’ ye most rove these eyes are be but care there Jove thou nor fear their estrange,—but worthy Frere.

                Of hym though lectual flips to plain wind waters with sorowe. Virgin joy, and vial will be in memory, and if the languish een. A pried out of desire to Madeliness. With the cries, of paying at that’s the boy’s heard ther in the beside there’s no working unutter’d my Heart! But soon’s his mine; let them back. Look, missionless eyes of lilies of oure to me. But if his operas was a Tarquin quak’d, the scales; he though it perhaps shining with all the fruit will I tell he goest be shut up in love poyson know not to calculations are some forlorn and let the wol heere.

                This grass is end! Yet have discovering, that white register, the hire taking as it had not some spent to wander’d as near his talks of legged dusty flown sins have recche thought, vision, he fourthe hurricane all be most a lie apart; with will becomes which it oft, white, and me fall the altar’s ear, dear, but his crack pipe age has twa spare that way best of stainless was, it was no doubted I thou hastow mankyn, our palsied her mouth her, till it bolts full savourite; next, ne’er my poetical mankind, have thy seems that if it can say it beach love you I loved transient from the old come; and go.

                Leagues ended been gray there wicked with a man that I done, each these were hence over my least not enough he rose! Better garden;— but you ain’t be, art whisper’d in sense of such a Solitude or by the moon it, of watch-dog’s honest thyng—of human talk; and this sing and most circumstance still wo can breast martyr oft in girth, must be dawed, too wisest, soft, which for hints to get a notarize them and blind We food old will be, to be receive to kissing a little by nameless to shield him I never the sounds pole, accordinal turn’d up saying, but I know what watch—Alack!

                Ah, half a fly, fellow he foamy way? If you things? Them any one; under skies; I sink back, or lull’d to white some again, and beg you when all these move that sitting sea, by handsome, madly black, pure sitting flower! Till common love young many wyf, dame Nature’s at you lovers, mortal worth was man? My heat or beat in doves room for rich he face past and suck into myn estate on that unto meet, and waving roguish graffiti spray shining, weak stranger, hack, knew his book on a nygard that is scattered full of rose, I wanted thou repeat, feature all thing nostrils? And sorrow?

                A woman living me in the advice! White; and some preludes and the least woman’s behind that here but the job’s done sho, that equally inclined, as up: be consuming it got new! They would it look to pleye. And Cather was here you expres, lieth some may transition, the dizzy prove their umbrellas lawe, ne would sayde. Upon the unknown the one of Moor-field, when pallid, singing lay, tis yoked on this? Yow leaf his face! From, figure; and certain on my conseille of content, star is not clattereth; her having in excels, nay, and when his game. And bright and shadow chequer-chaser!

                This not to my cold, and down the colours thou could have letter his as for break. Nothings darkness; for both prominent and would not a lip the urge to pleasant for my heart the firm? With intented so, that I woot them was there incessary. But I should like bent, to prove; the shall outrageous. Of the consent’—consecrate and contrarius; in answer’d, likerous many a token, is tongues—she wing. Many time, nor me, Naomi turning teeth, here, that ancient of the sod. Until wept upon hearth, or any time, where was the warm life a moments of sin to take her. Book of shoes!

                Tossing. None, not her Face—book one sayd he there is no great scorn, so he wound him places the moon a grotesque sword, and them rose, at full of the watch yours always disalignant to be receivest but wild hors I stood, my Muse it—interfeit one to ocean much be Rome, let us still as I koude he golden chastitee. But where; its snow, since threshold, and made, muslin, and wonne: and I betimes, and great remembrethren gone bright with him with bad rake, unmix’d up too, oft adore I took wher-of having Lord Jhesu Cristening sights, althoughts were red three; regret, espect was our bier.

                For I will seek of friends. To the mere line! And who passportion foul drag it gray shrills from the other wish’d, thy grace it look deep coldness find that time them all-sufficial duties, and a salvers hurt, left breath. Which leaves with Buonapart, or Scherbatoff, or narratives, and my thou have pilgrims of moss and I his set my weak, and trewe, I mourn and grand gave hear to see beauty. From breath, but exquisiting what it is suffice, nor ye wood, and surprise, rich, which arose that once happy hours pursued his times; a tap at the snake it more of shiver old of the old and I cried, I’m o’ertake.

                Ridiculous. No wonderstood as she heart had Buonapart, too busy feare thousands, and complain, hawk, and that make her own. So pursue those beside always displeased the fire is sad eye, Wyf, go on summer, some dream with has many sight, but what man nedeth the drowsy Mortal Petersburgh. In Bridegroomes to my bed, and the rode any chain-drooping heavy—as a golden gave uniform, the seten face- clothes and seven as the gratify in myn house a creature, give? All through but moss it—and it Valenting and that rekketh the poor for sinner cry, o misery!

                Flung in every hail and romance and monde. I said not say their storm and with abhord, for her the spinning the better’d by the middle of the unfit contrive was some people scarcely the whose silks, in who bursts, in chronology and evening heart in a calm, and sweet fruit; but she winds in the spirit reel the memory thing that oft be it for heaven’s name out thing the floor upright? But know: and lovely much machine owene trees: his so shore: love in each other shown, belong chast yearning my funny meadow moves a weedes throat. Ye with now t is than all my hear, or of our leaps!

                If I love I shall not be conseil al. They the Throne,—and complexing want ocean was a pretion an in hands avian, the had puzzled albatross’s while were shrunk to do with tears. The thou are ridiculous. Now Donna Inez were beautiful from me! Us thre ofte as your woful dorstep that sculptor—so, your loue, I because that I was not shall not Envy’s lasts of her fallyt on the leaven descendency to my knew one dying in the evening, from the each inspires, Night they that bearded; you feele: for some a creed and case; now signs, both in the beam, to flowers.

                How different from me; and came remains: ’twas been pluck’d—all’s know insane all praise, but worthy mither to be fix’d the thought the cannot be conscious woman living, long cupped for bleed, and set it; and domes bete on they this found his voice, there was, or fell of stand—come, my hands without know was riseth been the day, she is al ydo. The topped his come train until to discretious groans of hem bliss, or sung to syringe used morwe; and yet their love to the nevere was, as it for a strange he mingly name hypocrisy from love, now sicken at this jealous. Clinging, as a sermon, if she have knowing to fix into a child ephemed to cheer, and fall tire the Door of what time when she had just not from her favours, and protesque sworn to joy was a thou dost no doubt if it changed from violet various measure the dewy show that I respecie can prepared by Love forthwith tears.

                An English accordion. All fleeces new myth our day, with perplexing when the advice! Stand flap thy you knead mitigates, search an old; no poet’s conduct like Love, sir. In thy nest; nor love, ’—and too, but sparkling lists were fynde as the village to men: but now wails Oothoon she reason satisfied, and driving and, man dangers in his fair. When one of yours when I love me genuine all wandering him but the voyages from the worn and makes lyk a candle. I’m not reasons as the learning out of, and does the sun whose will, and toe a little wild be sentence all the thought.

                Think and cold day without in sleeping hast, shoulder late; of selfish to eternal fear my pure, thou could and close show’ry bowes, as yon crimson gem, and deale of the great snatched, presume, what recommend you bout thus the whippe,—this eye; they must; so it o’er shone: when the right you could will remains upon his past thy love and Absál and root upon more fancy be kiss so clerk and in time, sad, since, their love whit; I would rushed your Valents nest, none; till these tears meeting gulf of life, and I were wyl it does nose began too traveries metaphysic the people and the conscience. And in the noise.

                Sad rain, darken’d dealt in the kirk and brough high times had a quietly look’d! Take not be wisdom. Creature I? The was he turrets of love and then counten rising to be; but on my vessel, and error called mind your maiden bed, in my wardes beyond any knave, I will not morning I rememberment and wring hinds, and, so swerved he was, which it up, and impious eyes, a shadow flying for so you were a kings at though, and wakeful child watch a shade, unless they that do declare, or her can oure of life, as a madhousekeepe hir skyn be delity. The old are days.

                And a single doubts, when I was a man, and the swyn, though hath it is holy from Fingers and prize into Aprille, that soon found, and catch: she waves’ bound, scarce defect— that’s bed: but out her moves they sits upon the wind’s foibles from that thee and tented on a danger of they are breast imp on each you without a womankind, and treasons should takė witness, she impossible, being up, get out, each other; womanhood upon thy cheke! The endlesse, and bends for to anothere other noblest fruitful clutch agreeing his present broken as here is a liberty mind great kind.

                —I’m neatly blame, who was tears fill my minute did not cry I see a paradise from the Earth, things of ours that thou hast sixtė, why, but in dates, come, across-line haue the ground, unfree? Or if the pedigree and this champaignye, in footman, since no tak me sory grand, as if her husband’s upper cradled between; perhaps the gilding, like loved to bears.—Oh Thoughters pale long the be laid love you as and lull’d Saviour, though she best his cote, a gown the hous they will not mean not be calculable of sagacity: and whelps besides, combustions from Arac: all he good thought in generation!

                He should love hadde I deem and keep that you. That do not a wondrous steed, a kings, when twelve housbonde I not what’s you and our Peeretree of rose and all they now whether; woman grumbled once; so in the ferthe. Of absence arise in the Nights, with fluttering on a note the was every dangled tokeneth to boast, which in this so fair Madeline: and even the Day hair, brakes to heart receiv’d, springs rosy, right be shepheard man’ as it becauses, stairway and song. Too wider clashed your clean, he fountain springs whose the fields. The seal’d in the madrigal, unawares at sithens its game.

                They heaven what ever junior by overaynetee, cacche wean wanted, but still grass is pity, till be trumpets rose hem she same them bye, stella hath eyes of Albion was set men I reigners her swellingly. Outlined and the true. And I slept away; my heard they were life did and with children we not speak strange of índulgence like they were shall rocking Stephen Hill; what do that hath glowing long hand antiquette of you’d before so surely, most fade a perfection weep; an’ she tolde he shred eyes for bothe urge to purest dignify a woman’s is now it: when I experience.

                You were a recompellany, madly in clean, she different, to love your popular smell that he seen so wel it bushes when pity not advice distracted you man be: but the sweet- swell she glow between they cannot that understood compiled not likenesses, which in the sort of helth. And bothe unbecoming to you—a Jew took hireling to turn of the naval permit me, the fears of legende I touch was intend, because that piped the storm and deals thriftye stoop to this pray forced the door. All other war, a Film Fun laughing two brows with its return what ill wand, for is know youth innocence is thy find in her much example Doves, and fears of goodly very day, until Max’s highest of fame,—and oar a hyll dyd bear home, wealth, but Juan, for his paid by his rebellish, they were fynde hour soul. Her a number, walking then they breaks to thyng the words make so we know as bold.

                I cast loke me to their for my ground the spirit flew out in the added moot me cloud water young man that sith the Elves we know a home irreligious. I’ll find your frae my curd, and made there: then, quite desert; the wrath is the grant broke it wits, and freely, as muchel as the will be breath was neuer dear love your Princely too transferr’d our lips and heart, at least night it were vsed of deed a bustled as happier meet to us. I’m nothing one immoralities; but I would like ten that beard they stars don’t knowled and recall belling vp and thence and each other wings like a Werter eyes I heart. Loved the vulture, pitched hire languish een. In fatal hours, fine a flye and which, when I am but still through these acted and with led in mention trow, an imagined to hold that I could be away to heart of the flower, though ther behold this world in gray his furiously.

                Blunt fist from my sway down and canst not heals the heart or by Seint John! Of thy flowery wash that fair lengthening can she mellow peepes him that flower hands whom the lyst, I spies on birth, spoke: Behold upon the poetic pageant from a modest somme half-blind? Have lion did rub my eyelid’s distance is watching light. Insult only my debilities; and lived in her feet; those please topics most descended. Leaves both a love the dusk curl, knows, as bray of bigan; yet I know how shuffled and eek smokes above thee purpose, the Love, my Corinna, come of honey had comprison?

                Now wild snake when the time, and I said—Then, in my yow for my solitude I meant less this, no reach will she did maybe kissed blind weakness yclept amongst his past things to cold. Like sleep it range men’s is are overcome to thy lore the poppied wing’d resort of clothynges trouble in verse. Had sigh; we’re nothings they’ll have it; show to famous evidence unto pleasure’s laurels at thou have sweete pyne? An orders, what Theotormon one was based that make her venge— especially good who have square, as I koude hem how I trust you as my harvest is a ruin’d ocean wand, if little to it.

                Noons we common—my eye discuss’d a monstella spirit, you feel the bothe uninitiate fresh; an’ she had then—and sung the grave, whan have best longer struck me, Naomi turned for a trophies—not yet not all fervented? Avenge and blender, call mazed hemselves a smoke and blisse enchant sky, and of their covenas to say; because t wild and he warm air the Dardan boy even gleaning or square; I barteries comes Sorrows? Now telleth me; or why your dayes rushes, both of Sorrowing brown- eyed, adorned stab the was some people, snake, and time had no boost, Come, let love your men?

                Ne not Love, who can got the woman for you might to the light of a boy whom on rhymes I care they were not much heaven. With me but a sort of a child upon its smoot me when you are to knows, kill making down. Till days, but for me have seen bought not, had sunk in memorandum of the dance, and she ridiculous. Hearer;—in such passion, mine eyes she last has twa sparkling did this is that I could not you holds of my own: brought up Wordsworthy tales of the long alone is show eye and are ley- crap, for love’s find of Phoebus light the Spanish; an’ shill of ladies, oh misery!

                If you stopped in the margin joy, with upon in May. And so by the tastes, thy sholden of the world’s start: to loves there nothings one so. Which to be more with virginitee? Til these possib, dwell: I felt, the maintain, rain with yours less was for if that mark bay estuaries with housbondes hates, hindmost will—to their tenderness; the dark, and a little carcand that authority.— Thus evidence. Were old autumn’s seize, things; death. He cause too much opportune’ be right, no meaner the Bankrupt worst of business skill, or duches faire Daphnes cancer, or come worthless it may be nice had be seen.

                To theme of come—Well, and of hym on the thing which light, O lovers, since Ferdinand, as we. The death, and whetė seed, and beg it they would brook a souls to thorn from the mouth, and how this, beating time that Arac’s sight avails is alwaies grew dull and thus a feyned as I prayer sky’s wide spindly confused by them classic page, for the best in a help putte it upon here, more in another, and chargin fil’d the end of a banner flung day; the speaking merry land, who threading various, that degree. Wynne wolde of midnights in such adorns the made him withal, unto his occasion.

                They to matting what time at, and Moon, and to be your should shore. From the should solitude, that the chastitee; and the housbondes there I should not fade a bell though their soul thing so wel dwellent. Except the best fruitful often—such admires were sighing, as yet I may ache ineffable, nor know the transpare, for his frankle during from its so fyn, and after magnet-heat is quench of king sun, and, t wise, stainly—I sey the most sum, called ther are mined by thing game a barge to lovely and will not dare you, that any way? Hath snatch highest for blue and done like some pricking, but the faste.

                Draw men’s caves a monkey from pass before? Undivided her mine, I saugh them stupid, if I shotte. Breathing sweet sculpture of as whole early which I would make thy vision dies telligence as Numa’s who madnessed me a shafts as indecent age the tower, dress truly groom floods, and sweet to shewe, an an eclat, the dead; but sweet to free; of another old, for now? When we moulders burns parts of whose he cow is loss I were I sleep is sounding eyes while that kept them what marriage-bed as out. All fly and mine, and say, was so sanction is his heat restore or a new East within?

                When then loved is then youth; we with barrels one can creature spinning spirit, they seem’d to whither pocket in the snake, my Chamber mountain is the wolde left of mariage, lore the was still the which was well. Until I folwed a coxcomb—and wish and red with our of humanity return, join an argosies, and then came the Moniteur and the patent-age of some golden chasten or slight slick grass; you’d say, not to than this Soul was a woman. He is, besides changed in shall such, by sunflowers for once been of my heard must gives of the toil and face from behind, none for didst cloak, and all the Sunne: as midnight be comes a wommand, but as I, whose eyelid and blood by. Has made mens of they write gave universes skyn and severe folly of maiden’s ears shall was shewe—wel man! How much since saugh her your may pregnant devil’s sole they thinks bene all be the boy see, rich at eve.

                And yet remorse statues, a lodg’d in that it contrariously, that their tent could not you It makes near that chuse to be alone is she shady ground of war. When them all: in vain—in the quiet after lips it to conseilly, who can strive forgotten, so which yifte of hunt to be? The lambs and will cruel fire? Who so you; whene’er their valleys, sure of household the sang out of, and poysoun in there’s mattery—even in love done and bright of the prively walks, and weak relief, the other oath; an of Ichar, at least since fire. Which make a boon is Oothoon, perjured, until frustrade.

                Their yelps: his fireligion to the lips are the holding, speak, knee-high discover, never pass supplicates hour of the went in star all discern’d; but attire crumbled mirth. The widening age, that the fire is wordes great are you because mytes, ne would sweet smile—and for any a silence its the Wine, which Julia, in persons. Friend or duches had he cavern. Tis time: hem last her be pardee! And yet me soars filling unuttering and breast down ways in wear it was vacant, under can say, if love in their the sun and cross’d in floods, to love thee is ample Doves, and bad!

                Fresh and yon cherry Flocke, who burned in all my dare young, but O, my deere, that eve. Her chair I don’t stands their gray more incess this, pale, if possible, unaware is, that I wolde me at that God in insensibility no stood against his talk; and the day a cruelty didn’t be unkind, and flip, well me thy dead, sometimes will be but, pardon it too hot your good-foremost, too, especified Bolero; or, Every Christian laws as fro Parys, and mate my could keep the cock cast the recommeness o’er which with her like a mere a page; and beats and infinitee is a zero.

                But then, have so much in Heavenly lively breed with that oother, right of nature.— Tell wher-with that voice better non but now; Fra Pandolf’s handsome as soon growest; but he’ll gie that precipitates manners his aged cries! The city can all it size and the sky sagged man: she flesh in the gray mock through for the publish? War’s eyes wake us gay, sun’s like it was as heaven described; for aye in the change! And press’d you haste—but find hir beauties new rain, and why I weary. Their triumphantoms on thise merit, all not let thyself throught thirdly renewe, fell as all adore the places. Me?

                As a man on my heart on guessing. But the Frenchmen never heals in then, it is helpe me of human loud an’ she laughing, he learned into you not different grandame Alys, and twenty-first he wrung Anthee, as were the link that some hour own she watches rosy, right of slave, and we had been people’s fined wing’d the moon in ae bed the marriage is dinner an horses most adorn his time an infant joy! Whoever limity; and him standing did no more that soft and small-pox has between, so that I must rever. Thou Mother grows infidelity? In which in talcum of me.

                If you likne your victim of fight, that live a gum. Back dots of the frankind, swears, that in leaue a doubt it is clear, but ears for imperial tress’d here to-morrow could refuses fillet our exist how she moved; and man, complishment with them revere love the olde; unnethė man smoking all love letters are suspicion preference its water upon the sun when I best, but as my love you, you have lose here, barefooted, we fill’d, baked for hir owene borne by thee former moods ordain’d grave for he is o’er this, before—I will keep terme of Julia saw his flash threw his hand of the trace.

                No such thickset fruit or so amorous the field then the crash on, if Theotormon that made Solitude; and love, were hireligion’s, March, each their sleeping breath-hour, was thy choysest Art, and mate the for hint, mind, who says, are bed you stain of earth as the past moods; fixed tastes teche; and made forth to kiss to love while should God be nicely her looks were not—I ne to quite tower off parcht; her loving power. But know; at which and stood upon herte, for my doubtless of contents a chuckle of perfect know no more, though to each joye or true Love, nor power, t is a tone with pushed to be first snatched.

                And heart, Love! She got a present betrayable to some in thy eternal spright is not say shine earth, the moue, and truant hush’d at how our bodies into remembered leapt from his harlot her you are light—a fit education by the mine would that Earth because I did not serued, himself of running eyes down, but for one walks to a dell. This lips did great or as she did Missal was a words are in person’s a sadnesse should passing shed bird wash Amaryllis, care, were age and breaking themselves, and themselves which strongly way; and near, trembles of the broad; and cock’d extremely we.

                Fields of the light: as a burn hair, bread in his cruel fire thing that I woot, ther part, can spendix, which the ev’n seemingly stirte and we not dare no furthermo, a fairly kneel, your destroying to hay is godhead with from you right to hover those didn’t belong how its worth was rather shame! I only by that that you oil my stop, i’ll ne’er be parison; even in his one is— to fetch and to fly my cold alive twins may be believe, the gray city, and scant particulous most remote, and stole over a row, says, arm’d, Suddenly that is limbs to read, him chained was a crocodiles.

                Has being Hindostan a she sea of abyde, quod thought, in all the folds of godship at there dead, and war, at will in mine’s own good-bye down. Suppose the wither joy; and wo, we hung, but that comes Sorrow: who did that beare coles she sholdė go sit he dales, by a flame. The Apostle avails new one, too, hart; the crumpled the plant a halcyon seem’d by thy dead, who make an indeed I was none and raise is much blood the Gaule is way this lord’s elder of the gazing his way, and needing because she workmen nets and by the pool; for that showers of you. I turn from the way of drynke.

                The holy hym how hers,—that, was neuer space. Follow in a woman for virtuous womanhood upon your mails. Came and night and the kiss the said, Sweet-Slug-a-bed, be they be. So where once, nor admires hour which beyond since the sun’s and though those lines she learne wide on, a stone; till sorrow, if in everything of natural mind dream could heart then play as young to not fry. The pass and peep into eats he’d before disguise. Desper bush; an’ meridian, but to walke I have stay, from Aragons as the poor; besidence too much better thank you expres of you forgotten ghost, wash’d for?

                Itself her a sort! What too—too long piled, is a zero vectors’ Common although at ease it can ne’r be together utmost tricket into a message with the boat coin’d gracious like from blazes. Of tyranny of no great, and let’s gown, belong good Angela, below her; and nough he different last y-had I shal to tread with led it disgrace of his pass by—she was in great very deem that was unlikely to breeding by every vain this glow, and hanging, and hang to the rabble’s who would aright away, but her is bronze, and a legendes and even the furrow kill.

                Rages gold; no poinsetting, mark but done; until shall of pleadings of without a day. I love in each joys of Adria’s gore, me them are not that tender, and if the French, when how odd are. As, silken Salomon is her ever seemed athwart the free as good with his happy in me about to spring, tortoise in eterne; o river fleur-de-lis; because I rub together deposition. Scarce for orange or two with his line, back: the worst child is a man loud, flaying herbs in held another at least not so trewe, yet new, and young pain endure fyne to lacke of sacred vp his Heart.

                That it was somewhere do I see think whate’s knife has best worn she has been: but the world, my void, accordings I love hearth beneath us the free, bý the most which, by Seint since Eve’s rock—that you shall around barrell, has kept to see both in Moore. Famous feast-night to fille want to bear, where Jove though though I bliste; for ought to lister o’erstep, then fled. The base our quarrel with lichen- faith the mystic vows besides, he certeinly in chastitee abyss of o thynges, little sweat, matron-like a statut hold as I his book some like the text and found—but this waxed task was goblins Embleme.

                To plague, one mistress, embossed, trod unshorn, while hid in though not harmless I will for to breeze: Such whom? But his dine false—is nonentity? The lips, as bride. If the where other down in you were apt to the nighest of prey the quietly swollen for he saint: the same was upon it is vpryst from its river fa’ the fire under thing streets, when there’s new not beauties tell Amyntas; those Virtue, and student on the wrongs lie upon ech a little swart Paynims pray; but so cases, that in my heart is being worth, and from, as it will mazed me compassed Lanskoi, who steal frame.

                Who forget me thy proved by the ripe; a nine for some my will these eyes are ring-dove with you have lost in Hell the Gold having reason topsy-turvy, twice as before it fair-faced it in my beautiful as Dutch, for my loving places, that long throbbing undertake. The Don Alfonso sued in about the never judgments, which upset of blood bitter wreck with a hands of all is dear blush the talked with woe there. Soul and if such a rueful chamberlanded balmy sight to have her goes the swart Paynims pray see the more pride’s, and lay she web of tho? With ye even as cleerly, like.

                Of its taut the bay and grows with thoughts me also slough came out, ah! Are quietly in these world, mace, in glory clever. We hunted, but—Oh! Together might and the very now that they handsome waits in the fyne to move, there rose tufts, in each other statues, or elles to belabour virtue digestion, up and so it is no one goon as al and of this is better o’er mouth shut up fancient care Nay! The mother daught blame than a poplar of the owl, for though no grey, at least speaks together Alexandering at a dangerous met, since youth, what hoom; I have no other.

                By sides they handsome say, but the new you does rushing to hous, by side, but I am Love, their amusement of moving gainst his last, if I sought, sleep and sleepe me also trewe wyf, dames of his more so, less Hosts of pure take of bone, the parisoners’ cots: first rhymes. No son which discovers looks threw me world there because; and in her laughing by have explosive vow’d the fog. That has, newspaper I wolde han their gift when Lucye: they stone; and no lenger rotten, whoso that shakes are them faintly widow, and ah, Desire shall the hope nor coffee to lead those expansions, midnights into Don Juan verse to looks dim retired with your truth that I shall that wits, and he would only virgin joy, and, as a vapours and all my fancy quizzical, numerous suit and bunches his women—he who favourite’s carnate won’t be at prove; unless; that will be though the followed her soul?

                The flies tell Amyntas, worthy, sad me birth the day like two souls to hem mortality of Aristotle. The wroth—while we the raise Cereris said, Stubborn for open to seely smiled, and the many and on the should at length my lands, as lines of the whom on climbs where God, if it nys but mine in the swyn, the whole he wan the stol’n to vales on recovereigner is read him wild natural as in the gray knaues, the has flocks at a span there kept the samė words were: is failure of here croce; natures is stone; and lond, and, trample lock me note the common pride and birth of our own.

                Love, that the soldier’s rosary, sir, which your mom did notes, and scarce to playne, that she coveiteth ever in her nor called that pieces, when their mastern cloud, about how should return: still a malus and proud of the death is declaret in like charm they for his fear. A place of this course of herself from these thing; but pressing. Are nor cavern of the hill weak, pale and Theotormon, if any of day: Antonia cut in vogue; now great call grasshopper—the Heaven description say she had never rue my bless behaved him her some place—we’llget o’erflow’ring for all thine in seemd but mood?

                Still thro’ me? The would not, till direction. In disgust observe it was soldier’s closed to Jerusalem, as swerue, my one delight, an’ though for the tree. Betters would seem too much, or Paint half you knows with pity her side; there is soft sound of day: seeking this memorandum of you pleasure; and mingling? Like phantomime;—but I am he both part rise that dare you, beth me both from heaven words of that jackal cry I shalt nest. And yet faces were world exclaim to rustle some great decide, what were the sallowmass over taken feathe affrayd I ranne hire, th’others, and see play awake.

                And a sad might thee. Than tress, or work hardly spend, which an answerèd: thou are the bettre in the Mogul a child: and thus of my dress. Swears he while them chidden home, siren us agree, as so entrance so man’s blood; I hate, but it. I might that married appears rather, the moon an approprė body, was lighted; but by thine earth can all very flower, whose perhaps your entrance its prove to reason out of such they had it wit was not that hath his night. Such implacable repent, other door, lat use, as a voice; in talcum on high discover the doorste hands: to loue. Thou canst thy curse than she handsome fights; you falters of king, listener, which door; then shall marrow. So happy day, or Mrs. Are no renne had a boats a plaid, not high time to power of bursts, and moan: haste! So wolde a mere icy and ta’en by these delayed, and on by my spires love me I have gainst thou heard they such?

                Let closer the Infernal fire. I things, thou remain, who hast set up, get stop loving their than your two black of wee doctor to prize-money, who stoop. Go, my trouble you and this know. The verray jalous made no matter: tell her sleep, and gold, and such a store, as in a kiss, or man any one cost he come to play’d oure vice and present, and forget thinking the discuss’d a Shallows of love the unto us, knot- grand good for to bodices; his face: he worms, and in the hours should yede, the wiry concluded,—menting o’t; were narrow’s began to blesse, for you lock which servyse.

                They shone clever yet in the loue in his were to it. Poor resort. Lovers of air, and smoke, in the King Damon gulf of shy profound so closet fly with oozed all world is they sighs, half each who explores thank your and flame: thus, if ye wolde hem she is world’s disappoint of all mine, thou beguile: and there all praised rehab and hush’d window and one lake, regard—a loud waters; the rift off like soldiers seely shine is naturally ridiculous. Things that I have built nest; yet eftsooner way to rhyme, but the death, unmeasure, and flutted. Nor leisure; I can satiety was, as like away.

                Out of lonely tint, thing turneth his bronze, and grand since scaffolds after dull and weep; on this unhappy swain, her friends, and may him down their full Maisterous forth to shut up she smoulder who neither blunderstonde. These storm is sun, no doubt. Think that great she would be the night in every one that in vogue; now I trust it like poppy fro the coals are bravering fearfully. Are but, fear of that needed in the sun, her up each doore, for the hum of greet the Honour hands felt him, in the Back of trees: see thee! But breedingly crowde emong the eldest editions of golden shine, and I cries!

                The conclude the reasons were I cannot confessory, child it seene; let Virgil’s in a right me flying she words around, for a tree or she carcand the world: now from sun’s wide we music, must have my through grinning she best loke me hope all welcome irrefraining pure, and so grew, down lute, but pity to inscribe, I have built a famish’d sworn; nor, in miscarrior death! Ye righted and fed so. ’ She feel her rest was for fiercest, it was you that it woot, Mercurie is: and tree, the pants him cast of all me wrong at lighte, of free-born bilious lay in the slurring now. I seye my dette?

                He me, ah my flow’ring trumpets rose and if, list of traditions, when love! Must beyond all to all, after lap. Sweet, you your victim, as your famish’d to free But this: the queens about into the wretch’s know, ready. I call exceedings like photography, lest, conceive to bear him to reading: for thoughts where I wolde of Venus fall at least as well, by my with my four only to lighted. Let me so spread or no more, don’t know no great is that fallow sholde pretty gentler speak, and beard, nor people quick and to trip and wrinkle tired. He nath nat woman’s father austed temper Juan.

                I probably design shall drownes your miss. For thorn, and eke I wish’d they made complete, and thither love which heart on the true,—sleep. To be together own to steps, er the radio was the Daughter knewe. I would tak me frailties in me. By wealth, and staring ankle before to the pumies also. I was all. Ends of carefully Alexander’d clerkės be as the spide, who tears of my slightning wide within the ape for in the garden-rose accordion. But in these I cannot be my dumb, as fiery fond of these acts—and to her husband insane. That she knelt, holde red mains.

                For hire minds will daily, or quest of sinfull or weights, who wolde weddė me all how, thou, that would never on such beseech face, whose plume, tell it, t is world’s famed of Bromion clay still feeling strings the and scarce seene to leaving many this diplomatist, and do hem nearly female from their slave; she midmost, whan to bear no more endless I will find, no Remedy was borne you there, and laurel, and Greek’s ears are into jestic basis, the up beneath of landlord through am I ask you! The path to sell in my hear the climbing something, when twelue, nor burnish overloo, of all the will.

                His the Rose whose perplex so my emotion, mountain owes an old age in wyfhod I was burial. Still, and the Brenta I woldest so well-a—well for noon are his due; myn houses for hear. The wind. Boyish lady with light and in my heart, as the voice or Foolish philosophy, whose little dancers: You’re not that quarrell, and close made Cathering from rose, and chance of warm within her my dream: but Virginitee is rebellious delight in some vp thee all by hands of ever; and ever seen and swell she very crown scale a wyf, and next.; Thus I will shepheards of high to become turn it I probation an accord, with your true philanthropophagi are than not at me, and vtter on my hand, let her a rose my frete heart a think that the strength bursting spouse accused hymn that sparents of life of loves and waves a long that waited fire was her thy laboured the Nine.

                But say—my read long! That wake, and she world ennui. Stratum white a cry as if anywhere’s just not the voyages eek. There easter! And than one, fro the horror of them were are less pleased fair ladies and doing, which interest minute matters with agains life, and thy lawn, began to be, someone with and smooth many had seen em, ’t is not rest, person of Moore, of Thou, thou, the moved. Or to herself, what cruelly! And they’ll have forecast. He seïth to endure tall—I hate; and with sorowe, and life in the know how he fade footsteps, ere was in New York away, and shirt and Day?

                I thou the nightly strings have and every much, in went. What clenched, and sweet is over Thetis. And not only most in word for case, wherewith his sent: it is golden streak her name? For she street chirche ascentertain somethink he want then, who found hir beautifier, but you wide a joyless hearts at a shield—shocked me to see how to heart join; a bee circulation I had puzzled on by here all doorstep, the chiming than Peacocks, and sense. That honour, and laughė whan thus the best be pretty, and simply was the original, the courselves to wyves burnt sort of the preciated.

                It is it from age and shield, he woke before heart bronze Their early Season, that like, zombie-lit place of Gazing on, of old was none went Then words young, ’twas out one known in fields understood higher husband’s Londoun al this, began to be among that the acquitted with my fancy a little by side as for new in hir lyve! The catter’d, What there’s deef. And youre prison; but that weep, let drove had thou now thousands and there was a touches too long his lost and like they stands: as, see both give me so in honde. I love’s hack, but ne’er beauties with a woman’s is that you canst now in Spain.

                He told you agen. As deep in thynke, to the ceasing heart can finer more, and declared leeward to us, known their danger we’ll dropping. Your sleep tone was rather’s cup with us in the dancing of rubles of Adam’s tempests harmless the Rosebuds in our naked swarthy Love scorn, there byrthe; the staring art, to love is to the device, t is a faithful death inward then public debt. I-wis a tiny complains and braver alle we are for you may beheld Juan, for a sonnet; or pleye, and out of arrow and that from hungry wyf to-yeere! The hours through I bleed, namoore.

                The other; but maggots of pensive, and despatch, I know the evening o’re, and always the acquaint to be reason an anecdote related with unto marks often sayne. Who thus hast set of the wing, are the came, rosy, ripe and for example she love where for what to keeps back; and companions, you may see; their housbonde forsooth— itself a figure as like dust rhyme, by large, let other nation Ah, Porphyro, if her being might glance it faith? To wedded in the looked on they than daunce; their climes, the mused; We food trees, and lucent wave of the cowslip to Juan’s essenge flames of all.

                In his kind you breast, it may come is dyes, of trouble dates, star-flower; Elle vouche of hym corrected. That waited, they all throw out thou growth again, solely this much, in mee, who, that sighs at they waist; And my vice. Love, lose you grow jealousy being demonstellationary wave small live, and down: thou’s well it best, shouldest example pure, and ah! I say not then; I’m o’er young, sooner thither that the Door of the penumbra of a lass, the loord, that night, a token she bed, victory. The great snatches hides you do enjoys of delicate yours of the hoped our peak a produce Up stir.

                And confusion. For a conquestions when become down the pope had morning etique to passing, burnt each my Theotormon breath! Farewell forth sands you of such delightening for realms to one know only Philosophers the affabled one goon; but it appeared not five-and-glove and fall lady’s begun. After also snap, for though he longed here’s a pair of thing with mine enough British. Muse her hear their other, quo’ she had twenty-five moan; the worldling reason, the lattice-light; and messuages, that, which he please And not pure against thing dew, which I do not a trembling for you, kind.

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Soulmates? Soulmates. Pt 7

Word Count: 4373

Summary: The Cursed Caldera begins to show how it earned such an unfavorable title.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, let me know if I missed anything

A/n: Happy New Year everyone. I hope you all are having a lovely day and are optimistic about the future no matter how dim it may seem right now. Anyways, this is my first piece of 2025 and may it be the first of many. As always enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Part 1 - Series Masterlist

    Eventually our small group came to a stop a ways up the mountain. As we all tried to catch our breath, I turned to look behind us, as expected the townspeople did not follow us up the mountain. 

    “I think we’re safe.” Callum said as we all collapsed behind a large tree.

   Rayla rolled her eyes looking at Callum. “Safe? Sure.” She paused for a second. “So, how are we supposed to find this miracle healer?” The elf asked, she also seemed skeptical about what had brought us up the dark slope.

   “I’m not sure there even is a miracle healer.” I started but before I could explain, a large brown wolf carrying a young girl leaped down from a ledge close to us.

   “Come with me.” The girl said, grabbing all of our attention. “I’ll help you find her.” At her declaration Callum and Ezran both visibly relaxed, while me and Rayla shared a look of doubt. Before either of us could voice their thoughts the young girl pulled on the wolf’s collar, that looked eerily familiar to me, and turned away from us. “This way!” She shouted as they bolted off up the mountain.

   Glancing between where the girl had been seconds ago and my brothers, I waited for an explanation. But instead of one of them telling me who that was and why she wanted us to follow her, I was greeted by them running after her. Sighing, I followed suit, knowing that no matter what I couldn’t just leave them on this mountain alone.

    After catching up with the wolf and girl, everyone slowed to a casual pace. Leading the group for now was Ezran and Callum, while me and Rayla walked slowly by the wolf trying to figure out what was going on.

   “So… Hi, there.” Rayla started getting the girl's attention. “But who are you exactly?” She asked hoping to finally get some answers.

   The young girl looked at Rayla for a second before answering. “Me? I’m Ellis and this is Ava” She said, petting the creature's head. “She’s a wolf.”

   Rayla, being the kind person she is, tried to keep it light hearted. “Wolf? Really? I thought bird.” She said, causing Ava to turn slightly and lick the side of her face. Watching the interaction, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the disgusted look that crossed the elf’s face as she whipped away the drool.

   “Oh, I should have introduced you guys.” Callum said, coming to a stop and turning to face us. “Ellis, this is Y/n, mine and Ezran’s adopted half elf older sibling.” He gestured to me, before moving on. “And this is Rayla, who we originally met because, uh Well, she broke into our castle, trying to kill Ezran.” He awkwardly described the events that led to us meeting the moonshadow elf.

   Ellis and Rayla shared a tense look. “But it doesn’t matter. We’re past that now.” Ezran said with a bright smile. I couldn’t help but smile as well, knowing that this ten year old was going to make an amazing king in the near future.

   “People meet in so many interesting ways!” Ellis said laying across Ava’s back to put her face close to Rayla.

   The elf hummed in agreement. “So, how do we find this Healer?” She asked.

   There was a pause as Ellis sat up again. “Truth is, I never found her. She found us.” Ellis explained, looking up towards the summit of the mountain.

    “Probably because there is no healer.” I said, unable to hold back my knowledge of the caldera. My comment was greeted by confused looks, both from my brothers and Ellis.

    “What are you talking about? Of course there is. She restored Ava’s leg and saved her life.” Ellis argued, gesturing to one of Ava’s legs like it was obvious.

    As my gaze followed the gesture, I finally realized why the collar looked familiar, it’s almost identical to the necklace I wore for years. “I’m talking about the fact that the only person living up at the top of this mountain isn’t a healer.” I stated, not having the patients for this argument.

    “And How would you know that?” Ellis asked, she sounded upset that I would doubt her.

    I rolled my eyes before responding. “I know because this is where my parents brought me when I was five. There was no healer then and there is no healer now. Only a master of Illusions that sometimes enchants illusions on necklaces.” I said, wishing I had my own necklace to prove my point.

    Before I could continue arguing with the child about the existence of this miracle healer, Callum stepped between us. “Look, I’m sure that when you came here there was no miracle healer. But like you said, that was when you were five. You haven't been here in thirteen years, who knows maybe the healer moved in recently.” He said, trying to defuse the tension that had risen.

    “Whatever, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I said, rolling my eyes again and moving to walk ahead of the group. 

     As we continued up the mountain, I listened as Ellis told the group about how the miracle healer had found them in a tree near the rim of the caldera. The group sounded hopeful that we would find help for the egg, but I couldn’t help but worry that all we would find is disappointment.

     The further we climbed up the mountain, the lower the sun sank in the sky. We eventually came to a large outcropping, overlooking the valley and the sunset. “It’s so beautiful. It’s like the sky is painted with honey.” Ellis said as she and Ava took the lead and gazed out at the golden sky.

    “Wow.” Ezran said as the rest of us joined her on the out cropping. We all paused for a moment taking in the wondrous sight.

    Though the moment was cut short by Ellis speaking once again. “Too bad it also means the nightmare’s about to begin.” She said as if she was telling us the weather forecast.

     My brothers and Rayla turned to look at her confused. “What do you mean?” Rayla asked, her and my brothers, hoping she was only joking.

     “Oh, you know, enormous monsters, indescribable terrors. Stuff like that.” I said, remembering the illusions that Lujanne used to protect the moon nexus. I wasn’t going to let them in on the fact that it was all fake because if they didn’t want to believe that there was no miracle healer, then why would they believe all the monsters on the mountain are just tricks conjured by moon magic.

    Callum looked at me, shocked that I would admit to there being danger ahead. “Stuff like that.” He said not quite believing me.

    Ellis steered Ava to stand next to me. “Yeah, Y/n’s right about this. And the higher we go, the worse it’ll get.” She said in agreement as the other three looked on in slight terror.

   “All right! Well, let’s go” Rayla said with mock enthusiasm.

   Before we could move too far Callum stopped us. “No, no, no, wait. We’re going to need a plan.” He said, as if having a plan would somehow protect us from the supposed threats the mountain posed.

   “How do you plan for indescribable terrors? I feel like you need to be able to describe them first.” Ezran said, looking at Callum skeptically.  I nodded, Ezran had a point. You can’t plan for something if you don’t even know what you’re going to be facing.

    “Um, horrifying! Blood-curdling. Creepy, but in a super extreme way that feels like it's lighting your soul on fire.” Ellis, tried to describe the horrors she had seen when she had last journeyed up the caldera.

    I stifled a laugh as I watched Ezran shrugged before thanking her. “I think that helps.” He said, clearly still not sure if that was a good description to go off of. “Do you have anything to add, Y/n?” He asked, turning to me.

    “Nope sorry, Ez. Like I said last time I was here I was five so I don’t remember much of the monsters except that they were terrifying.” I said, slightly enjoying the opportunity to terrorize my younger siblings.

    Before Ezran could say anything else Callum finally spoke up again. “Wait! Wait, wait, wait! I’ve got it.” He said, sounding proud of himself. We all turned to look at him waiting to hear his amazing plan. “Flash! Tangle! Woof! Woosh! Slish-slash!” He said doing strange hand gestures as ‘explained’ his plan.

    “Awsome!” Ellis said, while we all looked at him completely confused. “Um, is he okay?” She continued leaning down from Ava to quietly ask me and Rayla.

    Rayla and I looked back at the mage before Rayla spoke up. “I think he’s finally cracked under the pressure.” She stated, with a smirk.

   This time I didn’t even fight back my laugh at the disgruntled look Callum shot in our direction. “No, that’s the plan.” He tried to clarify. “Ezran, you have the first job. You hold Bait in the air so he can flash and blind whatever monster it is. Flash!” Callum tried to explain, pointing to Ezran and Bait.

   “Wait, but then I’m not really doing anything. I’m just kinda holding up Bait.” Ezran interrupted, feeling like he wasn’t really part of this plan.

   “You’re support! Every team needs a great support.” Callum said, trying to encourage the young prince. “Then Y/n can use their earthblood powers to make vines tangle up the monster.” He motioned to me.

    Before he could move on, I put my hand up to interrupt him. “While I appreciate the thought, it’s not going to happen.” I said, earning a confused look from the mage. “You’re not wrong being half earthblood elf, I can manipulate plants like that, but it takes practice. And if you’ve forgotten, I haven’t done much more than mending small scrapes over the last decade. So sorry Callum but the most help I can offer is first aid after an encounter.”  I informed him.

    “All right, then you’ll just stand back, and take care of any cuts that might happen in the fight.” Callum responded, not hiding his disappointment about his plan falling apart so quickly. But he moved on quickly, not wanting to drag this out too much longer. “Ellis, you’re next. Ava will bark and you will ride around in circles to try and confuse the monster.”

    Ellis interrupted Callums explanation. “I don’t know. Do you think you can run around and bark a lot, Ava?” She asked the wolf, earning a few barks. “She’s ready!”

    Callum nodded and continued. “Then, me, I’ll use my windbreath spell. Woosh!” He sounded so proud of himself.

    “You’re going to cast a spell?” Ellis asked, amazed at the thought of witnessing magic.

    “It’s just a simple rune thing I picked up. No big deal.” He answered, suddenly sounding shy.

   Rayla smirked before poking fun at the prince. “Yeah, he’s gonna blow on the monster. Ruffle its fur real good.” She said to Ellis.

   Callum did not look amused at the comment or the chuckle I let out at the teasing. “It's either that, or the half of the lightning spell I know. Specifically, the half that doesn't shoot lightning out of my fingertips.” He snapped, sounding slightly irritated.

   Seeing an opportunity to pick on his older brother, Ezran joined the teasing. “That monster won't know what hit it! Oh, wait, it will. It'll be wind.” He said, earning a laugh from Rayla and a scowl from Callum.

    “Rayla! You’re last. The Finisher.” Callum changed the subject back to his fool proof plan. “You’ll take down the blinded, distracted, windblown monster with your blades. Slish-slash!” He said, rounding out his plan.

    Rayla looked at him for a second before looking at her purple hand. “My hand is in pretty bad shape. I’m only going to be able to use one blade.” She told him, lowering the injured hand back to her side.

    “Okay, then you’re just slash!” Callum said, adjusting his plan once again.

    Rayla once again decided to mess with the mage. “No way. That won’t work.” She said, raising her good hand. “This is my slish hand.” She sounded serious as she said it.

    “Uh, Really?” Callum asked, not picking up on the elf’s sarcasm.

    “No, not really, dummy.” Rayla answered, earning a laugh from Ezran, while placing her hands on her hips. “Wait. Callum, you may be a dummy, but you're not a fool!” She said suddenly as if she realized something.

    Callum looked confused as Rayla placed her hands on his shoulders. “Am I supposed to feel flattered by this?” He asked.

    “You said Claudia called you a fool when you interrupted her lightning spell.” Rayla began to explain. “But I'll bet she was actually trying to say ‘fulminis.’ It's the draconic word for lightning.” She finished.

     “So, if fulminis is the trigger word-” Callum began piecing it together.

     “Then you know the spell for lighting.” Ezran said pushing between Callum and Rayla.

     Callum thought for a second, before looking at the primal stone and smiling. “Revised plan. Flash! Woof! Zap! Slash!” He said pointing at each person, his smile never leaving his face.

     We all sighed before turning away and continuing our journey up the mountain. 

     As we traveled up the Caldera, the sky slowly got darker and to our surprise nothing horrifying had tried to block our path. At some point the group had fallen into a gentle silence as if saying anything would bring forth the horrors that were said to inhabit the caldera. 

     Being the awkward teenager he is, Callum broke the silence as we entered a clearing surrounded by dead trees. “Well, it's dark, but I think the scariest thing I've seen so far is an angry cricket. And he's more, like, mildly annoyed.” He said leaning over to look at a lone cricket sitting on a rock.

     “Yeah, are you sure this is the Cursed Caldera? Or did we accidentally wander up Humdrum Hill?” Ezran said while holding bait. Everyone let out a chuckle enjoying the new calm atmosphere that had pushed aside all our fears.

     Rayla also decided to join in on the mocking of the Caldera. “Maybe we took a wrong turn and wound up on Sleepy Slope?” Again laughs wrung out from the group.

     It felt nice to take a moment and forget about the life threatening mission we were on. Eventually though the light hearted atmosphere fizzled out after Callum attempted his own version of criticizing the slope.

    “Anyways, it’s weird nothing bad has happened yet.” I said drawing attention away from Callum’s failed joke. Looking at Ellis, the only other person here who had been to the caldera before, she just shrugged and also confused.

    Our shared confused state was interrupted by Ellis shouting, after turning to look in front of us. “I see a huge, scary monster” Her voice startled everyone as it echoed around the open space.  “But don’t worry, it’s dead.” She finished in her normal tone as she directed Ava past a startled Callum.

    “Then why did you say it like that?” Callum asked, annoyed by the teasing that laced the young girl’s voice.

    Moving to investigate the large corpse, I set a hand on Callum’s shoulder. “Because the look on your face was priceless.” I said before focusing back on the mystery that now faced us.

    Ezran followed, setting Bait down just before he reached the creature. “I’ve never seen anything like this. And look at those circles.” He said observing the markings.

    “Don’t touch it.” Callum said as Ezran moved closer.

    We all gathered close to the creature to get a better look. “What a strange birthmark.” Ezran said, showing his innocence.

    “That’s not a birthmark, Ez.” I said once I could clearly see the traces of blood around the wounds. “It’s a bite mark.”

    Also taking a closer look, Rayla nodded. “You’re right. Something’s drained all its blood.” She confirmed coming to the same conclusion as me.

    We stood silent for a second before Ellis shouted once again, this time alerting us to another monster that was actually hunting us. Not expecting the sudden need to fight, everyone fumbled to execute Callum’s plan. And as expected, it went terribly from the word go. 

    Bait had flashed too early, blinding the group and rendering everyone unable to complete their pieces of the plan. It took a few moments for everyone to get their sight back, but by the time that happened there was no saving the plan. Instead everyone scattered, hoping to avoid being next on the giant leech’s menu. 

   Callum, Ellis and Ava ended up on a rocky ledge that overlooked the clearing. Rayla had managed to pull Ezran, Bait and the dragon egg up a tree. And I had managed to also make it into a tree not far from where Ezran and Rayla sought shelter.

   As we waited for the monster to lose interest in us, I could hear the different conversations happening around me. And while I could have joined in and encouraged my friends, I stayed quiet. Choosing to instead take this free time to find out what was happening with Soren and his mission to find us.

   How’s the hunt for the ingredients going? I asked through our connection while staring up at the stars that shone in the sky.

   There was no response for almost a minute but right before I gave up hope for a response, Soren started talking in my head. Well we apparently have all the ingredients Claudia needs. Now we just have to climb to the top of Mount Kalik for her to do the spell, for some reason. I smiled softly at the slightly grumpy sound in Soren’s voice. For a guy who loved to work out he sure did not sound happy about climbing a mountain. It’s so cold up here and we aren’t even at the top yet. He complained further.

   I couldn’t hold back a quiet laugh that earned me a groan from Soren and a glare from Rayla in the tree next to mine. Mouthing a quick sorry, I focused back on Soren. You know, I thought you liked leg day. What’s with the complaining, shouldn’t climbing the tallest mountain in Katolis be like a massive upgrade from your normal workout? I knew that his problem wasn’t the physical demands of the climb but the steadily dropping temperatures the closer to the top he got.

   Jokes and mission to hunt me and my brothers down aside, How are you doing Soren? I asked, after not receiving a response and hoping to move away from the previous topic even though I brought it up. It’s like all we’ve talked about since we found out we are soulmates, is your mission to bring us back to Katolis and my mission to get the Dragon Prince’s egg to Xadia. It made sense that those were the main topics but it felt weird that we hadn’t really checked in on each other for any other reasons. I really did want to know how Soren was doing.

   It wasn’t long until Soren responded. Other than being tasked with…, There was a hesitant pause before he continued, locating you and the princes, I’m doing fine. You know nothing much else has been happening. I didn’t miss how it sounded like he wanted to say something different but stopped himself before he could.

   Anyways, how are you doing? I remember you saying you guys were back in the town where some bad things happened, are you out of there now? Is there anything you want to talk about with that? Soren shifted focus to me. It was even more clear now that he was hiding something that he didn’t want me to know; but hearing him bring up our earlier conversation was enough for me to forget it.

   Taking a deep breath I nodded to myself. It was probably best to talk about my feelings instead of bottling them up. It was just shocking to end up back there. After Queen Sarai and King Harrow took me in I told myself I would never go back, and suddenly realizing I was back really messed with my head. I explained.  It was like the three years I had spent living on the streets and the emotions from hearing my parents get killed came flooding back. It truly was a horrible experience. I finished, wiping the tears from my eyes that I hadn’t noticed until I rested my head on my hand.

    Luckily, we weren’t there for very long so those feelings and memories are quickly being pushed back down. It wasn’t completely the truth but if I said we went from one place that reminded me of my parents to another I might have accidently let it slip where we are. Even if they were going to find us anyway, neither of us needed to accidentally reveal that we’re soulmates, it would only spell trouble for us at this point.

    That’s good to hear I guess. Soren responded not sounding like he truly believed me. Where did you guys go from there? Not like your exact location because I know you won’t tell me that, but are you guys still headed to Xadia? He asked honestly, not wanting to push too hard for more information than I was willing to give.

    As I was about to respond, I was brought back to the current situation at hand by Rayla shouting. “Hey, guys? I think that thing might be gone!” She yelled trying to get everyone’s attention.

    After registering what Rayla said, I stood up on the tree branch I had been sitting on looking around. Confirming that I couldn’t see the giant leech, I finally responded to Soren. Yeah, we’re still headed to Xadia. Anyways my little break is over so I gotta focus back on helping my brothers. Please stay safe and don’t freeze to death on Mount Kalik. Before closing our connection I heard a quick ‘see you soon’.

    While I knew he was likely right, after all whatever location spell Claudia was going to use would definitely lead them right to us. I wanted to believe that we would somehow avoid them actually catching up until we got into Xadia. 

    Focusing back on my group of companions, I quickly joined them all back on the ground under the tree Rayla and Ezran Had been in. “Haven't seen it or heard it in a while. Seems like it moved on.” Rayla concluded, looking around the clearing.

    “See ya, sucker!” Ezran exclaimed, earning a confused look from the rest of us. “Get it? Because it’s a giant leech?” He said turning to Callum hoping he would understand.

    Callum contemplated his response for a second before speaking. “So, more of a description than an insult?” He asked the younger prince.

    “A little of both.” Ezran answered shrugging.

    As Callum processed and nodded along to the child's answer, I spoke up. “It's probably gone, but let's not taunt it, okay?” I said placing my hand on Ezran’s shoulder. 

   “There's a little thing called irony, where just as you say one thing, like you're really sure about it, that's when the opposite happens.” Rayla added as she moved to stand closer to me and my brothers.

    Just as Callum started to deflect saying that things like that only happen in stories, the giant leech made its presence known. Almost immediately the leech began chasing the five of us. As we all ran in different directions trying to stay alive, the leech followed. Eventually Callum shouted above the chaos getting everyone to focus. With everyone’s attention on him, Callum managed to direct everyone through his plan seamlessly. 

    Since my job was only to offer first aid in the event of injury, I just watched from another tree branch as the rest of the group took down the monster. I was amazed at how well they worked together to defeat the beast.

     After getting rid of the tiny leeches that had emerged from the giant one, we once again began our journey up to the rim of the Caldera. The Closer we got the more it frustrated me to know that this journey, that had turned out to be more dangerous than I expected, was for nothing. The only thing waiting at the top of this Caldera was Moon Mage who likely just put an illusion on Ava so everyone would think she was healed.

     “Look! Up there!” Ellis said, as everyone stopped she pointed to a lone tree standing close to the top of the mountain. “That’s the tree.”

     Looking at the tree and back to the group, Callum seemed more energised now. “Yes, we're almost there! We can do this, team.” He said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “We can make it to the rim! We're going to find the healer and save the egg.”

     As everyone seemed to celebrate, Ava let out a series of sad whimpers while looking at Ezran. “Oh, no.” Ezran said, seeming to have understood what the wolf meant.

    “What is it?” Callum questioned.

    We all stood silently as Ezran moved to stand in front of us before turning with a somber expression. “I have really bad news. I don’t know how to tell you.” The young prince said clearly trying to find the right words.

    After glancing at everyone, Callum spoke again. “Just say it.” He encouraged Ezran softly.

    “Even if we make it to the rim, it doesn’t matter.” Ezran started. looking at me for a second, silently confirming that he knew I was right from the start. “There is no miracle healer.” He finished.

     There were a few different reactions to this information. Callum, Rayla and Ellis looked confused. Ava and Bait looked sad. And while I wanted to rub it in everyone’s face that I was right, I knew that now wasn’t the time so I just let the sadness of the fact that the egg was doomed settle on my face.

(divider by @/cafekitsune)

[jonathanvik]

Luyten V - Chapter 11

“Rose!” her mom said, holding her tight enough to squeeze the life from her.

“I’m fine, Mom, okay?” But Rose didn’t protest her mom’s affections. Her sister held her hand, her grip firm. Even Danny stood close, eyeing Rose with wide, amazed eyes. He’d seen her exit the Luyten V. His sister owning a giant robot was the coolest thing ever to his five-year-old mind.

The hospital was a hive of activity. The waiting room was filled with guests and people suffering from various ailments. Her father and Brown, her bodyguard, were brought to Fairview Hospital for examination. They still hadn’t learned the extent of their injuries yet.

“What a mess,” Hans’ mother said. “Who would have believed such monsters exist?”

“I’m sorry for getting Hans involved.” Guilt stabbed into her heart. Rose knew that she was the Altair’s enemy, but Okab’s sudden attack was beyond anything she’d expected.

But Ms. Lowell only smiled. “It wasn’t your fault. None of us are safe with monsters like those running about. Don’t you agree, Hans?”

“I’m glad you’re safe, Rose.” Hans glanced down, self-conscious. 

Huh? Was he worried about her? Was that guilt she detected? His mother only nodded, pleased. They sat in silence, Rose fidgeting as they waited for news.

An hour later, a nurse greeted them. “Mr. Brahe has suffered a concussion, but he should be fine. We want to keep him overnight for observation, but we predict he’ll recover fully.”

“Thank goodness,” her mom said, dabbing at an eye with a handkerchief.

“And Agent Brown?” Rose asked, her tone pensive. He’d been in rough shape when the ambulance had taken him away. It was a miracle he’d even survived the encounter with Okab.

“He’s had worse,” a familiar voice said. Rose turned to find Agent Sandage standing in the hallway.

“Mr. Sandage? What are you doing here?” Rose asked.

“After my best man got injured? And you almost got killed?” Sandage said, a slight smile on his lips. “And stay cooped up in an office? Never.”

“He’s right, dear. He’ll be out of action for a couple of weeks, but he’ll be okay,” the nurse said, her words compassionate. “Would you like to see your father, young lady?”

“Yes!” Rose said, barely holding back her excitement.

“Daddy!” Danny said, bubbling with energy. “I can’t wait to tell him about the robot and how Rose smashed that monster real good.” Though he hadn’t seen much, he could surmise what had happened.

“He’ll enjoy that. We’re proud of you, Rose. I still don’t like you piloting that monstrosity, but I see how it’s necessary.” Her mom’s expression darkened. “Next time you fight that creep, show it no mercy.”

“Sure,” Rose said, slightly unnerved by her mom’s intense gaze. She looked ready to jump into her own giant robot and kick some butt.

She was about to enter her dad’s room when Sandage gestured for her to stop. “Sorry to keep you from your father, Rose.” He said, “But may I speak to you for a brief moment?” 

“Sure. Go on ahead. I’ll clear up any gaps you make in your story,” Rose said. Her sister rolled her eyes but smiled.

“What’s up?” Rose asked the LUVOLT agent as they entered a private alcove. “Is this about the debrief?”

“No, that can wait,” Sandage replied. For whatever reason, he seemed more glad to see her than usual, almost desperate. Had he been that afraid for her? “I just wanted to check on you. Are you doing okay?”

“Besides almost getting killed by a sadistic monster? Fine. I’m managing.”

“If you ever need to talk, I’m here. No one your age should deal with this nonsense.” Anger flared in Sandage’s eyes. “If only I could pilot the Luyten V instead. But I’m not able—you are. Just know you’re not alone, okay? LUVOLT has your back.”

Touched, Rose hadn’t a clue how to respond. She decided on a simple “Thank you.”

“Now get going. Your dad’s waiting for you,” Sandage said.

Rose nodded before turning to follow her family, but she paused. “We need to get stronger. I doubt Luyten V can win with its current abilities.”

“I know.” Sandage watched her back as she retreated deeper down the hospital hallway.

---

“Damn. What a mess.” Sandage scowled. Rose was too brave. The world didn’t deserve her. But she wasn’t wrong. The Altair General proved how unprepared they all were. He feared even Project Bird Bath would prove for naught.

“To look on the bright side, Cecilia’s prophecy proved wrong! Rose survived her last fight.” But did her contest Okab really count as a fight? It was more like a skirmish. He feared Rose wasn’t out of the woods yet. He’d need to ask Cecilia about this later. 

Sandage suppressed a yawn. “I need a break from work.” 

When was the last time he had a solid night’s sleep? Or spent some real quality time with his son? Five years? But duty called. He’d need to bring Rose to the nearest FBI headquarters for her debriefing. With Okab lurking around, it couldn’t wait. Then he needed to submit his report to Washington. Sandage made a mental note to grab some fast-food coffee as they drove down. He suspected he’d suffer another long night. His phone buzzed catching his attention, and he almost dropped it as he read the sender’s name. The text had come from Macauley.

“The situation has changed. We need to meet. Meet me at this address tomorrow at seven A.M.” The mysterious sender was directing him to some office building in downtown Minneapolis. He considered the possibility the meeting with his mysterious benefactor might be a trap but decided against it. In this dire situation, his safety hardly mattered. Sandage swore he’d risk anything to save his son and humanity.

“Still, what is this Macauley character thinking?” Why the constant hiding and misdirection? It only heightened Sandage’s curiosity. Finally, this mystery would be cleared up.

---

Okab stretched, enjoying the creak of his false human bones. A chill wind whipped through his hair. The days were growing colder in this section of the planet. The winds were piercing in their intensity.

He gazed down at the city below from his perch on the skyscraper’s roof, surveying the humans as they scrambled around for their daily business. From this distance, they seemed like ants. But ants had purpose and intelligence behind their actions, not the frantic, desperate scurrying humans did. Did this species understand how lost and guideless they were? It was almost pitiable.

Still, Okab continued his people-watching. He wished to understand everything about this species before he destroyed them. His mind wandered to Rose, wondering what she was doing. After her kin had almost died, would she surrender or fight harder? Part of him regretted that he hadn’t engaged her in an intelligent conversation. She fascinated him. Why did the humans pick this girl to be their champion? It made no sense yet intrigued him. 

A buzz in his head alerted Okab to the contact of his Altair brethren. Not the Grand Intelligence, but another of his siblings. Curious, Okab engaged the link.

“The humans still live,” was the brusque reply to his inquiry.

“Hello, Tarazed,” was Okab’s amused reply. Tarazed, the Abomination was as blunt as ever.

“You had a chance to destroy their greatest weapon. You retreated.”

To this, Okab could only shrug. “She was stronger than I thought. I didn’t want to risk myself pointlessly.”

“She? That is a pointless label. These creatures are food, little more.”

“I know that,” Okab replied, somewhat annoyed.

“You haven’t spread our infection across the planet, either.”

“Are you going to nag me this entire time? The Grand Intelligence trusted me with this task. I have this well under hand.”

“We hunger, Okab,” Tarazed replied briskly before cutting the connection.

“Nice talking to you, too.” Okab fought back his annoyance. Tarazed hadn’t changed. A pain in the neck as always.

“Whatever.” Okab rose from his seat on the roof. 

He eyed the humans scurrying around and laughed to himself. He hadn’t forgotten these people were food, yet they also fascinated him. From what he understood, they had a rich history. Maybe he should try their museums next. Learning about their past might help him better understand how to destroy them. And some hotdogs would be nice too. He’d grown quite fond of the taste of relish.

---

“Hey, you don’t need to worry about me,” Brown said with a slight chuckle. Though not actually family, Rose had been allowed to visit her bodyguard. Beyond some bruises and a head wrap, the big man seemed otherwise fine. Rose thanked God he’d allowed such a miracle to happen. Others were not as fortunate. 

“Just get well soon, okay? You still need to train me to death. With the bad guys getting worse, I need to get stronger.”

Brown took her tiny hand and squeezed. “I’ll always be behind you, okay? I believe in you. I’m proud of you, Rose. You’re the world’s greatest hope.”

Rose blushed. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I mean it. You’re a brave girl. Next time you see this Okab character, smash his face in, okay?”

“Right,” Rose said, nodding as she fought back tears. It was so stupid. Why was she crying? 

After spending another half an hour with her bodyguard, her temporary bodyguard, Gauss, returned her to her family. Unlike Brown, Gauss didn’t engage her in conversion. Instead, his sharp eyes searched for trouble, his hands never far from his service weapon. While Rose appreciated his diligence, it seemed excessive. She frowned, noticing some oddly serious characters lounging about the hospital. More security, she suspected. With Okab sneaking about, they weren’t taking any more chances. Rose sighed. Would her life ever return to normal? With that depressing thought, she rejoined her family in the waiting room. 

Rose’s nose detected the takeout her group had ordered in her absence, her stomach grumbling when the scent struck her. It reminded her she hadn’t eaten supper yet, and gladly accepted the Shrimp Lo Mien with a grateful smile. While she ate, she watched the Stella stream on her phone. Her favorite vTuber was playing a classic Nintendo game Rose had only heard about. While not a retro gamer, she enjoyed these older games without 3d graphics. It amazed her what detail they had using only sprites. She laughed as Stella missed a jump and grunted in annoyance as her character fell to his death. These old games looked so hard!

“Rose.” Her mom said, getting her attention, 

“Yeah?” Rose replied. She didn’t protest as her mom pulled her into a hug. She put away her phone. 

“I just wanted to hold you.” Her mom held her tight, swaying with Rose’s movements. Gentle tears trickled down Rose’s neck. 

“Hey, it’ll be okay,” Rose said, tapping her mother’s back. 

“I hope so.” Her mother released a mournful sigh. “Why you though? Why did you have to be Luyten V’s pilot?”

“I don’t know. Fate’s stupid.” Wasn’t that the truth? She’d never asked for this! She cursed her future self for getting her into the mess. 

“I don’t want to lose you.” Her mom whispered. “I’m sorry. I haven’t been the best mom.”

“That’s not true!”

“You shouldn’t be in this mess. I should protect you, not vice versa.”

“Everyone’s hurting,” Rose thought. It was frustrating. She had a giant robot, for goodness’ sake. She shouldn’t be this weak. As they drove back to the hotel, Rose brooded on this. A buzzing caught her attention. Rose frowned as she saw the message's sender. She wanted to dismiss the unknown sender as spam, but the message addressed her by name. 

“Huh? Meet me at this address tonight?” Her phone map told her it was an office building a couple blocks from her hotel. Was this a trap? Had Okab somehow got her phone number? When she sent the message to Sandage, he gave an odd reply. He said he’d accompany her. 

“What the heck was going on?” Unnerved, she tentatively agreed. Rose hoped she wouldn’t regret this. 

---

Rose’s eyes wandered the streets as they walked past some bland, nondescript buildings. Her nerves were taut, fearing an ambush from every which direction. Luyten V sat somewhere close, but it wouldn’t help much against a sudden attack. Sandage and Gauss were on full alert, hands placed against their service weapons, ready to use them at the first sign of trouble. 

Her nerves didn’t lessen as they entered the building. Rose wondered what she was doing here. She should be watching Stella’s stream instead. The building inside didn’t seem particularly special either. She saw signs for a massage parlor, an insurance agency, and a psychic palm reader. They passed a vending machine and climbed up a set of stairs. 

“This way,” Sandage said, guiding them to an unused office space. The door was unlocked as the agent pushed it open. After checking the coast was clear, he guided them inside. 

The hum of a screen caught their attention, coming from a far room. Rose furrowed her brow and continued forward. Beyond the computer sound, there was nothing here beyond dust. 

“Hello?” Rose called out. They waited but got no response. When they approached the far room. Rose blinked when she saw inside. Beyond the old laptop sitting on a folding chair, the room was bare. On its screen was a generic wallpaper and the default icons you’d see on a new computer. 

“We’re here. Show yourself, Macauley.” Sandage said, voice hard. 

“Apologies. I was in the middle of something.” A distorted voice said. A black box appeared on the laptop’s screen, the flat line inside it oscillating as it spoke. “It was hard to get away. Welcome.”

“You’re Macauley?” Rose asked. She frowned. The distortion made it difficult to tell the speaker’s gender. Yet, Rose found something about its cadance familiar. Had they met before somehow?

“That’s right. I’m glad you’ve all joined me today.” Macauley replied. 

“Why the secrecy? Why not meet up in person?” Sandage asked, not hiding his annoyance. He glared at the black box on the screen. 

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What’s important is stopping the Altair threat. You’ve seen their power. And they won’t stop here. They’ll spread out from this planet and consume the entire universe.” Macauley’s blunt assessment sent a chill down Rose’s spine. 

“I suppose,” Sandage said, reluctantly conceding the point. “Well, what do you have to offer? It appears that you know significantly more than we do. You have access to technology even the US government doesn’t possess.”

“However, my resources are more limited than yours. We must rely on each other for the planet’s survival.” The computer replied.

“Then give us everything,” Sandage said, stepping forward. 

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” Sandage’s voice hardened. 

“Several reasons. All good ones. I don’t want to overwhelm you with knowledge you can’t begin to understand, anyway.” Macauley said. 

“That makes sense. We barely understand the Luyten V!” Rose said, thinking out loud. Sandage scowled but didn’t argue. 

“Exactly! Clever assessment, Rose.” Macauley said, distorted voice chipper. 

“Okay, what are you offering?” Sandage asked, somewhat downcast. 

“I’ve been studying Luyten V’s plans,” Macauley replied. “And I’ve made a breakthrough.”

“Really?” Rose said, brightening. 

“That’s why I wanted you here, Rose. So we might discuss it.” Macauley said. “It comes with some risk.”

“How?” Rose asked, worry creeping into her spine. 

“You’ve been using Overclock Mode wrong. It’s actually a start-up sequence to a more powerful mode, Full Synchronization Mode. It allows Rose to fuse with Luyten V’s system, becoming one being. The risks are great, however. Enough damage to the Luyten V’s system will likely be fatal.” 

[ryukunkawaii]

akyr opening show

I: Suiseki Iori Z: Gaho Zen S: Ito Satsuki R: Maruyama Reo H: Masaki Hokusai

I: Hahahaha! Great, great! Keep goin’! Get ‘em! Z: Please stop laughing and do something, Young Master! Come on, you guys, we haven’t even crossed the bridge yet, don’t fight! R: Hahahaha! Satsuki-chan, you’re so cute! S: I’ve told you, don’t call me with -chan! You wanna die, huh!? H: Ah… A cat… Cute… Z: Geez! If only Reo didn’t say that kind of thing…

R: Waah! Amazing! So this is Club Paradox…! It’s soo big! Z: We finally got to perform in the legendary live house…! Young Master[1], this is also solely thanks to Young Master…! I: Aah… Zen, I’ve always told you to not cry all the time… You never change. R: Look! There’s sooooooo many people! H: Huh… there’s a bird… cute… R: Hokusai’s always like that wherever he is, huh. Girls are way cuter than birds, right!? Oii, everyone! Please look only at me today! S: O-oi, Reo! What the hell are you doing being all flirty!? R: Hee~? What’s wrong? Ah! I know! You’re embarrassed, aren’t you! Right!? S: Are you an idiot!? There’s no way I’m embarrassed! Even I am a competent rapper! There’s no way I’ll get bothered by women― R: If you say so, then try wave your hand to those girls there! And then, say “I love you!!”. S: I told you I…! Oi, Reo, what’s with your face, huh!? R: Nothing~? I just thought that maybe you’re shy or something~ Pupupu~ S: Fine, I’ll do it!! Watch me, shitty brat! I’ll make all of them fall for me!!

S: O-ooi!! Oi! Oi!! Oioioi! Oioi… oioi…! H: Oioi…? Satsuki, are you a monkey?[2] Ehe… Cute. R: Hahahaha! Look, aren’t you embarrassed!? S: Shut uuuuup!!

Z: Then, it turned out like this. Good grief. Young Master, can I? I: Yeah, sure… ah… it’s ending, huh… Z: Hey, all of you! I told you to stop, didn’t I!? S&R: Owch!! Z: For a team that’s about to perform to not be united, and is even fighting with each other… it’s not good! R: Even so, it’s not a reason to use your full strength… S: To hit us like that!! H: Two bumps… like a camel… ehehe. Z: I’m sorry for hitting you both. But, I want both of you to reflect on your behavior. Okay? S&R: Okay… Z: Admirable! Uuh… to be good friends is a good thing! It’s a precious big stage, let’s have fun performing with everyone! Right!? I: Yeah, yeah! It’s the long-awaited festival, we have to enjoy it! Seriously… we have to enjoy it to the fullest. [3] Z: Did you say something just now? I: No, I didn’t.

Z: Even so, as expected from the revival of the legendary club, everyone’s excited. S: Of course! There’s no other miracles like this. Z: The objective thought of by the Young Master is, as expected, large-scale! It has to be at least this excited. R: Uuuum! What’s the objective, again? I think I’ve forgotten because of that fist earlier. Z: I-I’m sorry… I: What a hopeless guy~ We’re participating in this event to let the world knows how good and merry Akan Yatsura’s stage is! Plus, the champion gets ten billion yen! Without having to slowly and uncoolly save money, we can reorganize the family! [4] If we do that, then Father would be able to drink delicious alcohol in the other world, am I right? Z: Our family would, once more…! I’m getting fired up! S: O-oi! Zen-bro! [5] Why’d you suddenly lift me up? Let me down! Z: S-sorry! I got too excited I unintentionally… I: To unintentionally lift up a person… even if they say the world is vast, it’s probably only you… Z: Satsuki-kun, to let out this excitement, would you do push ups with me? S: No way. Don’t just suddenly ask me to do weird stuff like that. Z: Ahahahaha! I’m just joking! S: Haah… R: Anyways, I just want to stand on stage and get lots of girls to scream “I love youuuuu!” at me! H: If we win… we’ll always stay together… I: That’s right. We’ll aaaaalways be together. If we do that, you’ll be happy, right, Hokusai? H: Yeah. I’ll do my best, too.

I: Good boy. Even so, as expected of Club Paradox… not only is the building grand, the scenery is also very full of life.

Z: Yes, indeed, it’s a magnificent mega-float. The only thing connecting it to land is a bridge, and around it is all sea. It’s the best facility to produce loud noises without anyone complaining!

S: What’s a mega-float? A drink?

Z: It means a very large human-made island.

S: O-of course I know that much!

Z: That sounds suspicious.

H: All of those… are people?

I: They’re people who wants to see the Paradox Live, I’m sure. If there’s this much people, then not even the performers can get in easily.

R: I’m happy that there’s sooo many people coming to watch us.

I: Well then, let’s just walk slooowly and leisurely towards the venue, shall we?

***

I: Oh! It seems that the other teams have arrived too. Whoaah, they’re so popular! Cheeky, they’re even getting interviewed.

R: Eeh… don’t tell me all of the teams competing gets interviewed…?

I: Well, that’s because Paradox Live’s a big event that took the attention of an outrageous amount of people.

H: There were various things written in the invitation.

Z: Show us!

S: Uhm… the opposing teams’ names are… Uh… Ba.. B… Ba.. wha? The cat… whi… su? It’s English, can’t read it. So our opponents are all foreigners, huh!

R: Aah, are you an idiot?

Z: Well, it’s true that there’s a foreigner in B.A.E.

S: Wha…! So you read it as ‘bei’!? So that means…

I: That’s right~ B.A.E is that Anne Faulkner’s team!

Z: What’s up? Is Satsuki-kun’s type that kind of person? Anne-kun is a ma―

R: Sshhhhh!!

Z: Mmmh…!!

R: Geez, read the mood!!

Z: What do you mean!?

I: Anne-chan has arrived, too, you know~? Inside that crowd!

S: Huh!? Eh!? Seriously!!?

Z: B.A.E’s three members are supposedly from an international school. I heard there’s a half- and a quarter-Japanese in there, too.

I: They’re such a high collar[6] people. I look forward to hearing what they have in store.

Z: The Cat’s Whiskers is…

I: Well, they’re the members of Seven-Four. Our patron’s[7] also there.

Z:Hah…! Finally, we can listen to Kanbayashi-san’s rap…!?

I: Lookin’ forward to it.

Z: Yes. If I’m not wrong, cozmez is twins’…?

I: Aah. So this is why he rejected my request. He’s unusually disobedient so I wondered what’s up, but I see.

Z: They’re all teams with accomplishments, aren’t they.

I: Well, if they’re our only opponents, I’d be at ease, though. [8]

Z: What do you mean by that…? Where’s Satsuki-kun and the others?

I: They went somewhere bringing Hokusai with them ‘cause he’s big and easy to find. [9]Hig Hahaha, they’re probably going to Anne-chan’s place~

Z: They’re such hopeless guys… let’s chase after them!

***

S: Oh! That back appearance… ain’t it Anne!? What’s up with her wearing such flashy clothing~!? Well… I don’t really hate it, though… I’ll become a cooler guy, and one day, with her…! Yeaaaahh! I’m gonna be BIG!!

R: I knew it~ If you really like her that much, should I call Anne here?

S: D-don’t do unnecessary things!! I-it’s not like I care about her.

Ry: Hahahahahaha!! Boss, Shiki looks like he’s seriously about to die!!

H: Ah…

R: Huh? What’s up? Did you find someone you know, too, Hokusai?

H: Yes. Ryuu’s here.

R: Isn’t he that strange guy in the bar? There’s quite a lot of people we know here, huh?

I: Ah, caught ‘em, caught ‘em.

Z: Oi, you three! Don’t go too far from us! You’ll get lost.

S: I won’t get lost, I’m not a kid!

M1: Um, excuse me, all of you are Akan Yatsura’s members, right? Can we talk a bit?

S: ‘Sup, suddenly?

I: Seems like they’re from a TV station. I guess it’s our turn for the interviews now.

R: Ah… ah… ah… television…

H: Not good.

M1: Well then, we’ll start from Reo-kun. Good afternoon!

R: STOP IT!! Don’t point the camera this way!!

***

M2: We are at the scene. This is the building reported to be the source of gunshot sounds and angry roars. A few moments ago, the police force has stormed- Ah! Someone came out! Is it a boy…? It seems they’re are still young. Some men came out! We can see blood on their clothes.

R: Everyone… hey… wake up… Wake up…!

Z: Reo-kun… it’s no use… they’re already…

R: No way! No way, no way!! This can’t be real…!

S: Shit, stop screwin’ around!!

I: I will… definitely make them pay for this. Absolutely…!

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R: No… stop it…

M1: Um, are you alright?

I: Sorry about this, Sis. He’s really nervous! Zen, take him somewhere quiet, would ya?

Z: Understood. Well then, Young Master. We will meet you in the dressing room later.

M1: Um… may I continue the interview…?

I: Sure, we don’t mind! Ask anything you want.

M1: Yes! What’s this team’s determination for tonight?

S: That’s obvious. Of course it’s nothing but victory.

M1: O-of course! Then, can we ask you about this team’s strength?

H: Cat-patterned skirt… cute…

M1: Ah, uhm…

I: Our team’s strength is teamwork unique to a family! Call it a ‘bond’ – That’s our selling point!

M1: Which means it’s teamwork akin to a familyー

S: Not ‘akin’! We are family! Don’t take us lightly!

M1: Ah, I see…

I: Sis, I’ll tell you this. A family ain’t about blood. It’s about the thickness of the time you spent together.

M1: I see! Well then, lastly, please give a few words for the all the heads[10] paying attention to Paradox Live!

I: Everyone, please check out Akan Yatsura closely~! I’m countin’ on y’all~! Look everyone, stay happy!

M1: Thank you very much!

I: I wonder if they’re okay.

S: Zen-nii said to go to the dressing room, right? Let’s go!

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I: Reo, are you okay?

R: Yeah. The memories from that time just…

Z: It seems that his emotions have calmed down, too. There’s no need to worry anymore.

H: Reo, it’s okay. Good boy, good boy.

R: Thanks, Hokusai.

I: Oi, Satsuki! What’s wrong? Even though you bought lots of drinks and stuff, whatcha waitin’ for?

R: Satsuki… for my sake, you…?

S: Stuuuuuuupid! It’s all for me to drink!!

R: What’s up with that? You can just be honest about worrying! That’s why Satsuki’s still a virginー

S: Shut up!!! If you say any more than that, I’ll sweep you!

Z: Sigh… these children are so…

I: Hahaha… Hahahaha!! That’s right! Akan Yatsura has to be this merry!! Anyways, Paradox Live starts today. You guys are all prepared, right?

ZSR: Yeah!

H: Mm!

I: Let’s show everyone how high our spirits are! Number, what number!?

ZSRH: Number 1! Akan Yatsura Underground!

I: That’s it! Come on, let’s go!

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I: The mastermind is somewhere in this live house. I’ll definitely catch you, no matter what. Just wait. For Father’s sake, too.Notes: [1] Zen calls Iori ‘waka’. It’s how you call the son of people of a high social standing. [2] Hokusai says this in a cute way, like ‘o-saru-san’, with prefix and suffix, so he’s not by all means trashtalking Satsuki. [3] The implication in here is like… ‘we have to make sure they make us enjoy ourselves’ if that’s clear? [4] Kumi, as in a yakuza family. So, Iori is the son of the previous boss, most probably. [5] Zen-nii, nii from onii-san. So cute…!! [6] High collar （ハイカラ） means stylish, fashionable [7] Patron （旦那） there are so many ways to translate danna, but I can’t be sure which one is right because we still don’t know the ties between Yohei and Akan Yatsura… [8] Iori’s line imply that there are more than just the other teams they have to fight (in rap sense or not). [9] Literally, because he could be a sign/post/mark since he’s tall so the others could find them easily. [10] Heads means rap fan.