#aliquis imagine

[mewtwo-deserves-better]

Secrets, Secrets are No Fun

Aliquis x F!Reader

He's finally done it. Aliquis finally has an assignment with you which he views as the perfect time to ask you out. However, will the truth he finds out ruin everything?

I know Paldean Winds is a short little series with only one episode as of this post, but I fell in love with this man. I love Arven too, but at least he's got content that I can read XD. Sorry if this story is stupid.

For decades now, Naranja Academy has been the pinnacle of Pokémon education. People from over all the regions pay to come and attend there. Some people have goals to become an amazing battler, others want to pursue careers along the STEM path, and some just want to better themselves along with their Pokémon.

But either way, you gotta go through your generals, much to some people's annoyance.

"...and I think it's a good idea to learn from the past. Because of that, I'm going to put you in pairs," groans echoed from the classroom, " and you are going to write a five-page analysis on the New Island disaster."

Even more groans.

Now Aliquis was never interested in the lectures that Ms. Raifort gives. It's nothing to do with her. He's just not a history buff and is more interested in the here and now. In fact, for the most part, he just sits at his desk, head resting on his hand, as he thinks about a million other things. Like, when did he need to buy groceries next, his next battle against Nemona, and...

You brushed some hair over your shoulder, making his attention blank completely.

That was another problem. You were a complete distraction for him. Smart, beautiful, and caring. Almost too much of a sweet person to deal with his short temper. In fact, he really didn't know too much about you besides the fact you weren't really one for Pokémon battles. However, that didn't stop his daydreams from moving onto a new topic. You were now on his mind as Aliquis gazed at the back of your head from where he saw a few rows behind, and a smile or two came across his face.

So much so, he wasn't really listening to the pairings being listed.

"Aliquis and Y/N."

But THAT caught his attention, and he immediately felt his nerves beginning to build up. Everyone else got up to move and sit with their corresponding partner, and the shuffling of feet filled the room. However, Aliquis was just stuck in his chair. He couldn't feel much courage to move. That was until you came to sit next to him, not paying much attention to his obvious nervousness.

"So, how much do you know about New Island?" You asked him, straight to the point as usual. He slouched back in his chair a bit, crossed one foot over the other, and shrugged.

"About as much as anyone else. It was a lab that made some crazed Pokémon called Mewtwo, which escaped, and destroyed the whole island and everyone on it." He explained, daring to look over at you. You were quiet, looking down at your books as the murmurs of other students filled the room. Aliquis began to lean forward a bit, worried about your behavior.

But then the bell rang.

"Let's work on this at my dorm. I don't like to leave things till last minute." You said before allowing your Rotom phone to exchange numbers with his, and then you were gone before he could even say anything.

All he did know was that his face was so hot, he could probably go up to a Charizard and brag about it. He got your number AND was invited into your dorm in less than ten seconds.

Aliquis swears that Arceus was watching over him.

It's not a date.

It's not a date.

It's not a date.

He kept repeating that over and over again as he walked to your space. All you guys were going to do was work on homework...but perhaps he could slip in how you and him should go see the Million Volt Skyline. It's where he dreams of confessing to you.

However, he stops when he's about twelve steps away from your door. Doubt starts to creep into his mind when he realizes that this is the first time that you and him would actually be alone. But then out pops his Meowscarada, and the sassy Pokémon is already pushing him to the door.

"Knock it off!" He whisper-shouted at it, quick to whip out his Poké ball and return the naughty cat. But not before it could knock on your door with a smirk.

The sound of your door opening sent him into a new panic.

"I was wondering if you would show up." You said with amusement as you greeted him. Instead of your school uniform, you were watching much more casual clothes...but damn...you still looked adorable. A Sylveon was perched on your shoulder, and the friendly fairy type jumped over to his shoulder to say hello, wrapping its ribbons around him.

"Sylveon...personal space." You reminded your partner, who squeaked at you with a grin before jumping back over to your outstretched arm and back onto your shoulder.

"It's fine. I didn't mind at all." Aliquis said with a smile as you invited him in. He was amazed by how calm he was, and laughter resounded as Sylveon jumped back over to his shoulder as he walked past you.

Your room was nothing like how he thought it would be. In his mind, everything was pristine and organized. And it was, to a point. But your room was overall really cozy. Pillows and plushies lined your bed, pictures and artwork lined your wall, and a blanket was strewn on the floor with a Luxray on it. The electric type raised its head when you guys walked into the room, but then immediately lowered it when no danger was present.

"You want anything?" You asked kindly, tilting your head as you moved to lean against your kitchen counter. However, he was too busy staring around to register your question at first, so Sylveon nudged him.

"Thank you...but I'm okay." He managed to say. Then you went, and after carefully stepping over Luxray, sat on your bed.

"So," you moved your laptop to get into typing position, "shall we get started?"

With a nervous swallow, he joined you on your bed.

The two of you discussed, researched, and typed back and forth for a while. Sylveon had moved off of Aliquis and was now laying beside its trainer. The two of you were on topic, but once and a while some more personal questions came around. But you were always quick to bring it back to the homework.

"You know, what if Mewtwo isn't the evil Pokémon that people say he is?" You mused and Aliquis stopped his work to look at you. That really came out of nowhere.

"It killed people Y/N." He stated plainly, and you simply shrugged while setting your laptop aside.

"All I'm saying is that there are two sides to every story. History doesn't know how Mewtwo feels or what really happened." You stated, and Aliquis arched a brow.

"And um...you do?" He asked, skeptically but not rudely. However, you just swung your legs off the side of the bed and got up. He was now worried that he somehow did something to upset you.

"I'll be right back." You murmured as your steps patted against the floor until he heard the bathroom door shut. Aliquis now felt a whole group of Butterfree flutter around in his stomach. Did he do something wrong? What should he say when you come out? Should he ask you out to the Million Volt Skyline? Is he an idiot?

"Slyvie." His thoughts were interrupted by your partner, who was busy poking his thigh with its paw. It was looking at him intently, and it kind of freaked him out.

"What is it?" He asked the fairy type in an unsure tone.

"Ve." It simply said before hopping off the bed and landing gracefully on your desk. It then used its ribbons to open a drawer and begin fishing around in it.

Immediately, Luxray was on its feet, looking pissed.

"Ray!" "Ve! Ve!"

The two Pokémon began to argue over something that he couldn't quite place. Just as he was about to intervene (somehow without getting shocked), Luxray growled and moved to lay down as faraway as possible on its blanket with its rear to Sylveon. The fairy type simply glared at it before using its ribbons to grab the attention of Aliquis, who was now brought over to the deck.

"Sylvie." it said before bending down and clamping something in its mouth. Aliquis was able to recognize a journal, one that was obviously trying to be hidden, and your name was written on it in fine print. Sylveon nudged the book towards him with one paw, an invitation.

"I can't." He said, knowing that you would loathe him if he began to look through your belongings.

But Sylveon had already begun to open the journal, to which his eyes were glued to because of natural human curiosity, and he noticed not many words, but rather photos taped in there.

His interest has bested him, and he began to flip through the pages of your journal. Sylveon made no move to stop him, and instead appeared to be supporting his snooping with a smile on its face. There was pictures of Sylveon and Luxray respectively, and your other Pokémon soon appeared with locations and dates written on the bottom in sharpie. But then, just as he was nearing the end, one photo caught his attention.

He froze.

There was no denying it.

A picture of a, rather recent, shot of the legendary Pokémon Mewtwo rested on the page. The psychic type was resting against your bed, sleeping as Sylveon was sprawled out on its head. Aliquis blinked several times, hoping it was just some photoshop trick or something.

I mean, it had to be, right? You would've mentioned if you had Mewtwo as a Pokémon...right?

The only thing that caught his attention is when Sylveon passed by his peripheral vision, and he watched as the fairy type leaped up on a shelf where your Poké balls rested. Two were empty, representing Sylveon and Luxray, but four remained...and the very last one on the shelf was an ultra ball.

It had a weird pull on him, and he reached out to touch it. Could it possibly contain Mewtwo?

"Aliquis? What are you doing?"

He whipped around to see you standing there, your face unreadable as he nosed through your personal belonging. Sylveon whimpered a bit as it jumped off the shelf and scurried off. However, he was too stunned to even register what he had done. All Aliquis could do was lift the picture up and ask one simple question.

"Is Mewtwo your Pokémon?"

All thoughts of asking you on a date were thrown out the window.

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

Is it just me or—does Aliquis’ brother look like he’s from Blueberry Academy? 👀✨✨✨

[interretialia]

aliquis debet imaginari Sisyphum laetum

il faut imaginer Sisyphe heureux

[one must imagine Sisyphus happy]

(Fons Imaginis.)

[tkachunk]

Short Fic Recs (< 10 000 words)

nothing else shaking so you might just as well by iceguy (1470 words): (tim/brady) look i'll rec anything by ao3 user iceguy but this one is about an iconic moment in timbrady herstory (the tim fight against the oilers) and really nails the msrh codependency, even in a post-msrh era (the msrh is a state of mind. in a way, we're all living in the msrh)

luck and timing by aliquis (9870 word): (connor mcmicheal/hendrix lapierre) rarepair anyone? i would be lying if i said i could identify either of these players by sight but the author really nailed the enthusiastic puppy 4 bitchy cat vibe, which is a joy to read.

wish i had a river by puck yeah (4358 words): (tk/np) what happens to a relationship when needs aren't communicated and also patty exploring a post-nhl world, which is always delightful

so i don't have to keep imagining by preciousthings (6048 words): (superbuddies) miscommunication and pining! and then lying about miscommunication to save the friendship (gotta be one of my favourite tropes)

pages of my heart by deceasedraven (4350 words): (tk/np) i don't have the stats on this but i'm pretty sure this is my most reread fic. it's fun, it's funny, it's got kevin hayes acting like an idiot. what else can you possibly need in a fic

love is a game we deserve to play out loud by growlery (5349 words): (tk/np) every time i see this fic in my bookmarks i am SHOCKED that it doesn't have more hits. this fic has EVERYTHING; royalty au, pining, father figure claude giroux. rhyming.

[rattkachuk]

Hey! I hope you're having a good week. Since you liked the McEichel fic recs I thought I would offer other ships! (universes? like the Marvel universe, but the Michigan extended verse).

Kent Johnson/Owen Power

Heart Rush by canary (Just totally normal best friend things. I died.)

All I Can Imagine by canary (*bites fist*

Blooming by canary

as good as gold by bropunzeling

melting into you by countthestars

the sun moves on by leavethebes (This fic made me fucking feral)

close quarters by bropunzeling

Thomas Bordeleau/Brendan Brisson

take me home tonight by countthestars (I was emotionally compromised by this one)

Here Comes the Sun by canary (also by this one)

Zach Werenski/Dylan Larkin

Michigan's in the rearview by Aliquis (destroyed me and put me back together)

star seven four by gigantic

a paper cut for two by addandsubtract

you haven't lost me yet by gdgdbaby

if i didn't have you to show for it by RippingOffZeppelin

when you're young, you just run by RippingOffZeppelin (OW, OUTCH)

AHHHHH?!?! oh my god you're amazing??? literally fic recs always make me so excited thank you so much i can't wait to dive into them gkghjk

[clutchingsmokeandshadow]

From Gerard Manley Hopkins' Journal

ON THE ORIGIN OF BEAUTY

97

‘The unity which is needed for every work of art and especially for a play is enforced on us by many other things besides the plot. For instance, you remember Dido’s curse on Aeneas and his children in Virgil.^ Nothing more than the fact of the curse was needed for the story, if that. The first part, that referring to Aeneas, is fulfilled, you know, but in another sense than that meant by Dido. This seems to me, though as I say nothing to do with the intelligibility of the story, to give more and grander unity to the book than any other touch in it. The latter part,

Exoriare aliquis nostris ex ossibus ultor,

and so on, looks beyond the time of the Aeneid to Hannibal’s war, quite external therefore to the plot. You feel, I am sure, how great its loss would be.’

‘Oh yes’ said Hanbury.

‘This of course’ went on the Professor ‘implies a knowledge in the reader ; but almost all works of art imply knowledge of things external to themselves in the mind of the critic — in fact all do; but this is a wide field I must not now enter on. All I want to shew is that there is a relation between the parts of the thing to each other and again of the parts to the whole, which must be duly kept. If from the volume of poems we take a dozen away, we agreed there is no difference, the remainder are neither better nor worse. But if from one single work of art, one whole, we take anything appreciable away, a scene from a play, a stanza from a short piece, or whatever it is, there is a change, it must be better or worse without it ; in a great man’s work it will be — there are of course exceptions — worse. Is it not so?’

‘Yes, it must be so’ said Hanbury, ‘I see.’

‘And’ said Middleton ‘is not this to be explained in the same way ? I mean the oddness or new character a passage has which we have seen quoted and now come on wdth its context. It is not in this case that we imagined the thing to be a whole in itself and found it was only a part of the whole, because one generally sees at once that a quotation is something detached, but that our vague conception of what the drift of the context must be is found wrong. I must say that Wordsworth often disappoints me when I come upon a passage I knew by quotation : it seems less pointed, less excellent, with its context than without.’

‘It is the case with Virgil, I think’ said Hanbury.

‘With regard to that’ said the Professor, ‘you see the few words of a quotation are impressed on us with a much greater intensity than the text of a long piece we are reading continuously. This intensity there- fore is incongruous, it makes the quotation almost shine out from the page ; it seems a new patch on an old garment, a purpureas pannus.

B 6028 H

[grittyreadsfic]

haha welcome to my newest rec list, what a run we had tho, a collection of all of my favorite nate bastian/mikey mcleod fics. rip superbuddies, they're not dead, nate's just in fuckin SEATTLE

the only hard part of making this list was not just listing out every fic ao3 user lotts has for the pairing which i did consider doing. so.

all that by lotts

summary: If Mikey gets a soulmate soon, he’ll have to explain the whole Nate situation.

Not– not that there's a real Nate situation, per se, but it’s just– Mikey has Nate, and it’s kind of a thing.

(Or: there very much is a Nate situation. There's also a Mikey situation. Eventually, they realize this.)

why i love it: to me, this is the superbuddies fic-it’s got the perfect pacing from friends to lovers with just the right around of blurred lines between what’s normal for friends and what’s something more, and their characterizations are just *chef’s kiss* it’s also such a great take on soulmates, and it really covers the different ways people can feel about their soulmates/the concept in general

kiss the night air by clementiae

summary: Jersey, Jersey. Whispered into the warmth of their laced fingers like a prayer.

It was a stupid dream. Mikey wanted it to last.

why i love it: never has under 1.3k words made me want to cry as much as this fic has. the way talking about their dream of playing together evolved, the narrative structure that builds? absolutely hits, very good if you want to cry about the expansion draft

sure thing by bitter_leaf

summary: In the history of hockey, there’s no way something like Nate suggested has never happened before and Mikey feels out of control following that thought down the rabbit hole, how he’d be powerless to stop it if it did, and that’s if he’d even want to stop it. The terrifying thing is that even though he can’t see it happening—they’re both straight, this whole fucking thing is just a thought experiment, pretend—now that Nate’s painted the picture for him, he can’t stop thinking about it—whether he’d even notice the signs until it was too late.

__

Sick of their teammates chirping them, Mikey and Nate pretend to date.

why i love it: i’m SUCH a sucker for fake dating aus, and this one does it so well. It really leans into the messy and complicated feelings part of fake relationships that i don’t think gets explored enough, and it handles it so, so, so well.

you let him wonder but you never let him sink in his teeth by anonymous

summary: Mikey didn’t really pay attention much in biology— didn’t have to, not really— but he vaguely remembers something about doing heat by yourself in a pinch. There were lots of warnings about it.

“You can’t just be alone,” he says and Nate lets out something that sounds like laughing.

Mikey is just trying to be helpful, and Nate is just trying to get through it.

why i love it: i really love omegaverse fics that invert the usual takes on the tropes (and this is one of them!) and it just really is a great look at their dynamic. i really like this take on mikey and nate as a whole, as well

though far away, we’re still the same by rathands

summary: Mikey wishes he wasn’t in love with Nate, because everyone knows that juniors shit—it doesn’t work out. Like Dylan and Mitch.

why i love it: lots of fun bad communication between nate and mikey, and i think this one really handles the emotion of it all so well. absolutely peak idiots to lovers, and i really love that it gives us both of their point of views

so i don’t have to keep imagining by preciousthings

summary: “It was a mistake. That’s— I didn’t mean that, and that’s it.” Mikey says, but he can’t quite meet Nate’s eyes. “That’s where I’m at, I guess.”

“That’s what I thought. So, we’re on the same page.” Nate nods.

(or: lost gold medals, ill-advised snapchats, love confessions, meddling teammates, and a whole lot of miscommunication.)

why i love it: i just think the premise of this works so, so, so well for them-it’s another great idiots to lovers vibe for nate and mikey, and the whole concept of drunkenly telling your crush you love them via snapchap? yes, good, correct

there is a bridge over a river, and some days it is lovely by lotts

summary: “What are you doing here?” Mikey asks, trying and failing not to stare, but Nate’s staring right back, like he’s also not sure what’s going on.

“I figured I’d meet you here,” Nate says. “Put a familiar face on the Binghamton welcoming committee.”

Mikey looks around. “There’s no one else here.”

“Well, it was either a familiar face or no face,” Nate says with an uncertain smile, like he’s not quite sure he’s allowed to make a joke.

why i love it: perhaps i love it because i like to hurt my own feelings, but this is really just a well done fic that really just hits. it’s honest and emotional and you can feel the weight of that throughout it, but it does have a pretty light hearted ending that is good and hopeful. bonus points for being one of my favorite break up make up fics ever and currently my most read fic of 2021

a catch in the curse by aliquis

summary: Mikey McLeod is gifted — or cursed — with the power of psychic persuasion. With the ability to bend people’s ears to his will, Mikey is well aware of how dangerous a power he wields, and the responsibility he bears to not abuse it.

Though he rarely uses his gifts, new developments in his friendship with Nate Bastian may threaten his control. Mikey would do anything to protect his best friend, including finding a way to get rid of his powers for good. Luckily, Newark’s own witch in the woods may be able to help.

why i love it: magic au!!!! i cannot stress how fantastic the world building is in this series (you don’t have to read the tknp fic that’s first to follow what’s happening, but it is worth the read) and mikey’s feelings towards nate and his own struggle is just!!!! honestly i’m just a series of exclamation points about it all

Invisible string by philatoi

summary: Mikey has known he’s liked guys since the first time Nathan Bastian smiled at him. That’s the thing, almost everything about Mikey’s sexuality has involved Nate — which isn’t necessarily bad. In Mikey’s humble opinion, Nate is the perfect person to fall in love with. Highly recommended. Mikey doesn’t regret putting all his eggs in that basket for the last six years.

why i love it: the pining in this, the emotions of it all-just absolutely top notch all the way around, and really just what i wanted out of a superbuddies fic. it really just feels so right for nate and mikey, and i just love it

you are a diamond and i’m just coal by hannah_baker

summary: When Mikey learns his roommate Nate isn't going home for Christmas, he drags Nate back home with him for break.

Or, the one where Mikey thinks all of his feelings for his roommate are platonic, and everyone laughs at him for it.

why i love it: me picking between this and hannah_baker’s other christmas centric superbuddies fic was like picking a favorite child. this is one of my all time favorite takes on mikey in any fic, and i always love a good college roommates au. just such a wonderful fic

turn the lights off, i’m in love by awoogah123

summary: “I can’t go to sleep yet,” Mikey murmured against Nate’s mouth, “I’m not tired.”

Nate knew this couldn’t be true, his and Mikey’s season had just finished and they were both exhausted. Still, Nate knew what Mikey meant when he said he couldn’t go to sleep yet, that he was too wired up, because he felt exactly the same way.

“I think I’ve got a way to make you more relaxed,” Nate said, mouth curving into a smirk as he brushed a hand over Mikey’s cheek. Mikey’s mouth smiled against his own.

***

Nate and Mikey are there for each other when the Devils don't make the playoffs.

why i love it: do you ever just need some soft comfort to cope? yeah me too! this fic is that and i was very 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 about it when i read it

[a-square-minus-one]

Honey 9

Well well well this series of disconnected one shots is getting a little meat to it lol

Raven tries running a million solutions in her head as she flies quickly to her teammates. 

She could teleport the sparring pairs to different locations but her brothers could always teleport back.

She could form a solid dome around the sparring pairs but holding an impenetrable barrier that wide for too long would leave her incapable of doing anything else to help the situation.

She could try to come up with a spell to counteract Malchior’s spell but that could take hours and they didn’t have the time.

She could-

Her thoughts are cut short when one of Starfire’s light beams zaps a couple inches in front of her nose and knocks down a tree several feet away. She curses. Barrier it is.

She plants both her feet on the ground and closes her eyes.

“Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos!”

The barrier isn’t the strongest, and she’s pretty sure she sees one of Starfire’s light beams break through just as she erects it but it’s better than nothing.

“Titans, the park’s not empty!” she barks out through gritted teeth, stretching the barrier as Wrath tumbles away from Starfire. She would have thought they didn’t hear her seeing as they didn’t pause at her announcement but Starfire immediately stops using light beams and Cyborg retracts his cannons back into his body. They were clearly trying to revert to hand to hand which would slow the damage made to the park. But this also made them vulnerable to her brother’s energy blasts.

“Terra,” Raven calls through gritted teeth . 

“On it,” Terra responds, already working to block off any energy blasts with mounds of Earth. Raven puts her whole body into maintaining a solid dome. The energy blasts that Terra doesn’t have time to block keep hitting her barrier. She feels like a rope that’s slowly being pulled apart string by string.

“Beast Boy?” Terra gasps when she finally finds herself close enough to Raven to ask. Raven, who was working on making the barrier around the group tighter, tries to determine whether soothing Terra’s concerns is worth the momentary lapse in concentration. She digs her heels harder into the ground.

“With Aqualad,” she finally responds, the muscles in her neck tense with the strain. She doesn’t have time to interpret the look Terra shoots her as Wrath’s giant body bulldozes into her force field. The dark energy vibrates around the whole team like a thin piece of metal. Raven bends her knees, clenches her eyes shut and pushes her hands out in front of her. She’s biting down so hard that she’s sure her teeth were going to sink into her gums. 

“Agh!” she cries out, feeling as her energy is strained out of her through her skin. She knows she’s going to collapse but usually during battles she can measure the exact moment it will happen. This time it comes to her abruptly. Something breaks through her shield and instead of straining to fill the gap, all that black energy just collapses back into itself. It’s sucked back into her body all at once. She imagines this is what throwing up backwards would feel like. She falls into the ground, scrapping her palms with pebbles as she tries to soften her sudden descent. Her skin feels paper thin. See-through. Her insides exposed. She gasps for breath, bringing her knees to her chest. She gasps again, trying to clear the black spots from her vision. Her teammates are a blur of colors forcing her to close her eyes.

She feels a stabbing pain sprouting from her ribs; the pressure makes her cough and gasp. She rolls over on her back hoping to get more air in her lungs, only to have someone sit their full weight on her stomach, pinning her elbows with their knees.

“Charming little makeshift amulets you made for your little friends,” Malchior hisses, tapping the jewel on her forehead. She turns away from his touch so abruptly that her world spins. Where’s Garfield? She tries to move her head to look for him but Malchior grabs her chin roughly. She wiggles beneath him.

“It’s something I would have thought of myself in my beginning years of mystical practice. Of course I probably would have noticed how ill equipped those charmed amulets would be to protect my nonhuman friends. Cruel of you to leave the green one so exposed to your brothers’ manipulation.”

Raven stills.

“Changeling is human,” she mumbles mostly to herself. Her amulets would protect him. Malchior grins, his eyes squinting with incredible mirth for such a dark soul. 

“Is he always dear?” 

Raven clenches her fist so hard that she’s sure she breaks skin. Her throat is tight with the urge to punch the “dear” right out of his mouth.

“Yes,” she bites out. Malchior sucks his teeth, looking at the sun above them. He looks back down at her and her stomach turns.

“You’re still so naive. It makes me want to devour you,” Malchior says, running a finger down her neck. She wiggles away.  He smiles, moving his hand away. “I knew what I wanted when you found me in that book. I wanted out. And then you opened yourself to me. And at first, I took simply to satisfy my basal carnal desires for flesh. A man gets lonely after being imprisoned so long.” Malchior looks towards the sun again, his smile fading in thought. After a few moments, she tries to move her head again to look for Garfield, but he snatches her chin roughly.

“I still had every intention of getting out. But you, my dear, would have been nice to have too. The last piece to my puzzle,” he says, running his thumb over the corner of her lips. 

It is the last straw for her.

He touches her so wontedly. As if she was an extension of his body.

She is tired of the condescending speeches.

The way he looks down on her but still trailed his eyes over the curve of her breast.

She feels a scream locked tight between her clavicles.

He kneels above her now, a physical embodiment of the weight she’s carried since she was fifteen. 

A shame that should have never been hers. 

He looks like a giant from this angle. 

She stills completely, looking him directly in the eyes.

“You will not pin me down any longer,” she says, and her eyes grow hot with power. Something in her mind just aligns, like all her emotions have come to the center of her mind to get this man off of her. She propels his body into the air, pinning him down at each limb.

“Eripe animam, flere sanguine venire ad me, et ponam te in somnum-” Malchior’s eyes widen, his lips part. “Et stabit de domino vestro, aliquis. Et stabit de domino vestro. Audite vocem meam.” 

And suddenly he’s unconscious and she is clutching a clay figurine tight in her hand. She opens a portal and his body is swallowed up beneath her. 

She closes up the portal and her knees sink in the soft grass where his body once was. She digs her palms into the earth and breathes. Deeply, fully.

Painfully.

What did she just do?  

“Now is not the time for silent contemplation!” Terra digs her fingers into Raven’s arm dragging her to her feet. “You said he’d be protected! Now help me do whatever the fuck it is you just did with the dragon.”

Terra gestures wildly to the scene in front of them. Raven’s limbs grow cold as a pained roar practically rumbles the ground beneath them. She looks up just in time to see Nightwing’s weapon dislodging itself from the Beast’s shoulder. Chunks of flesh and blood spurt out of the wound, matting his green fur.

“The Beast,” Raven mumbles. Terra shoves her. Raven can feel Terra’s hot anger like it was an iron in her own core.

“No fucking shit. Aqualad passed out. It took your boyfriend two seconds to take this thing out of Gar. You know how fucking hard it is for him to keep that under wraps!” Terra yells, her finger digging into Raven’s sensitive chest. Raven backs up, more overwhelmed by the waves of distress coming off the changeling’s girlfriend than threatened. Unshed tears make Terra’s eyes shine like crystals. They don’t fit with the crumpled paper that is Terra’s expression.

Raven side steps Terra with the intent to join the fray.

And then she sees the destruction all around them.

Her lips part.

Her eyes land on the crisped back of a man. There is no telling what age he was. He is laying on his stomach. Raven almost thought he was a rock. His skin is textured and misshapen, bits peeled off to reveal sensitive pink flesh underneath. He is charred, the only color on him is the remnants of his blue shirt that didn’t burn off of him. The rest melted into his skin. 

Raven puts a hand over her lips and takes a couple instinctive steps towards him. 

Terra grabs her elbow gently. Raven looks towards her. 

“I checked him already,” Terra says. Raven has trouble pinpointing what Terra is feeling. The anger is still simmering inside of her, but her sadness and defeat is also heavy on Raven. And then she feels something really soft and tender, right in her heart...Terra’s empathy. Raven throat is blocked. She can only mouth the words ‘I’m sorry.’ Terra nods. 

 Raven resumes her jog towards her team.

“Who was next to him? Wrath?” Raven asks over her shoulder. 

“The long haired one.”

“Envy?” Raven asks, looking over her shoulder with one eyebrow cocked. Garfield certainly had his bursts of jealousy but envy is much more deeply seated in people. 

“Yeah if that’s the long haired one,” Terra says, keeping up with Raven’s pace. 

“You should stay back, the Beast is unpredictable.”

“Oh like I did before?” Terra asks sarcastically, her red hot anger poking holes through what Raven can sense is a remarkable effort to be respectful. Raven pushes forward.

She’s near the Nightwing and Changeling when the world gets tilted sideways. She hears a crack as her shoulder bangs painfully against the ground. A suffocating weight lands on top of her. The little breath she has in her lungs escapes her quickly. 

“The end is near sister,” Wrath says, pinning her. She phases through the ground and moves herself behind him. From the corner of her eye she sees a flash of blonde hair. Terra is engaged in her own tussle with Lust. 

Where’s Starfire?

“Your friend is unconscious. For now. She is a formidable opponent and an impressive warrior. She’d make a great addition to our plan. She just needs someone to tap into that thinly veiled anger in her.”

Raven clutches the clay figurine in her hand very firmly. 

“I’ll never join you,” she says, her voice even despite having no time to catch her breath. She’s taking gulps of air but she still doesn’t feel the oxygen travelling through her body. Her shoulder is burning, bringing tears to the corners of her eye. “So what is the point of all this?”

Wrath’s face is even. He holds his arms behind his back and stands with perfect posture. Nothing about him indicates that Starfire put a dent in him but Raven is certain they were an even match. She clenches her fingers around the clay figurine tighter as irritation begins to bubble beneath her skin. She knows the exact moment Wrath can sense it because his lips curl on both ends. 

“Because I’m angry,” Wrath says. She doesn’t even see his chest rise when he breathes. He doesn’t move an inch. 

She thinks of the body behind them. 

A man who was just enjoying the nice weather at the park. Maybe walking his dog. Hopefully not with his family. And now there were pieces of his skin, shriveled up like crumpled up straw covers hanging off of his body. 

The worst thing is that Wrath didn’t have to manipulate her. 

She screams.

It comes straight from her chest, rips through her inflamed throat.

 She can feel herself lifting off the ground, propelled by the black tentacles that have emerged from beneath her cloak. She towers over her brother.

“You pathetic imbecile. Trigon will never respect you,” she booms, feeling her anger diffuse through her, solidifying into dark energy that surrounds her in clouds.   

Wrath doesn’t move. Even when one of the tentacles whips towards him and wraps itself tightly around his neck. Raven squeezes it tighter.

“I can snap you.”

“You think us terrible. Pure evil. You think the world would be better without us,” Wrath says, even tone, looking like he might as well be in a cradle even though Raven’s grip is making the skin of his neck red. “There are some humans we do not even have to touch, sister.”

“And there are some that you do.”

“And there are some that we do,” Wrath agrees in a low voice. “Some people are good because they are good. Some people are good because they fear what will become of themselves if they do something bad. We only serve to make people forget the consequences. We give them free will. Isn’t that what everyone deserves?”

Raven feels herself shrinking back to her regular height, her grip on her brother’s neck loosening. 

“Asking people to make decisions when they have a distorted view of reality is not meritable.”

 “Is it distorted? Can you  honestly purport that this is your reality when there is another side of you vying to be at the forefront? What if you are the one with a clouded view of reality?”

Raven lowers him completely. He’s wrong. She knows it.

“Your red headed friend is awake,” Wrath says, his hands resuming their position behind his back. He smirks a perfect slant. “And she’s angry.” 

Of course I probably would have noticed how ill equipped those charmed amulets would be to protect my nonhuman friends. Malchior’s voice rings in her head. 

Shit. Raven thinks turning just in time to see Starfire, hunched over, running towards the pair at full speed. Her red hair billows behind her like a racehorse. Raven has always known that Starfire is well trained. She is probably the physically strongest of the group. But knowing is different than seeing the muscle of her thigh flex underneath her skin as she runs at you full force. 

Raven assesses what she can now understand is a broken arm. She still feels off center from her momentary lapse in control with her brother, like all the molecules in her body are vibrating at a different frequency. This is going to be fun. She bends at the knees, summoning whatever is left of her dark energy to her fingertips and braces for impact.

But Starfire veers left when she reaches the pair. 

She hits Wrath at the knees with the full weight of her body.

“You touched her! Who do you think her anger was directed at, imbecile?!” Lust bellows from across the field. He’s distracted enough for Terra to literally rip the ground from underneath him. Raven hears a crack as Lust falls on his head.

“Go!” Terra yells, gesturing to the Beast. Raven looks around, making sure all her brothers are evenly matched before running towards Nightwing and Changeling. 

She hears a yowl as she approaches causing her to quicken her pace. Nightwing is crouched down, one arm extended toward the Beast. Nightwing looks ready to pounce, one had on the ground as if he is regaining energy from it. There is a long scar across his cheek that’s bleeding down his neck.

The Beast’s fur is charred and matted in many spaces. Patches of fur are missing on his abdomen. He tears out the throwing star Nightwing swung at him and gives a full chested roar that almost makes Raven tumble backwards. Glistening sharp teeth are bared. Saliva stretches from one lip to the other. 

And then the pair are charging at each other.

Raven puts herself between them, erecting the biggest force field she can. 

“Raven get out of the-” Nightwing begins, the sentence dying on his lips as the Beast takes an open clawed swipe at Raven’s side, causing her force field to collapse back into her for the second time that day. She falls to the ground, out of breath. Tears fall down her cheeks as sharp pain shoots down her broken arm. She can hear as the Beast paws hit the ground but can only see the outline of his blurred green figure pass her through the spots in her vision. 

She wants to lay down. 

She’s tired. 

Her entire body hurts. 

She wants to lay down. 

She wants to lay down.

She gets up with her good arm and blinks a couple of times.

Her cloak is tattered.

There are three long stripes on her side, oozing thick warm blood that stains her leg. She winces. Gritting her teeth and ignoring the resistance from her broken arm, she rips off the end of her cloak and ties it around her waist, covering the wounds as best she can. She gets up on her knees, her legs shaking beneath her. Inhaling deeply, she gets up fully and wobbles towards Nightwing and the Beast again.

“Raven-” Nightwing warns, noticing her from the corner of his eyes. Raven ignores him, walking slowly towards the Beast who is just getting up from whatever it was Nightwing just threw at him. The Beast sways briefly as he gets up on his legs. He shakes his head, putting a paw to it. Then retracts it to reveal blood. The Beast snorts, nostrils flaring. Giant green paws touch the ground again.

“Raven-” Nightwing warns again.

And then the Beast is charging.

Raven stands still waiting for him to get closer.

Then she summons whatever energy she has left and forms a force field around them.

The Beast is stunned, pausing mid run to look at the black bubble around them. His mouth closes and he lets out a little whimper. 

Then he looks at her. 

His chest expands. A roar rips past his lips as he lunges towards Raven. 

He stops when he’s just half a foot from her. Raven stands still, trying to pull herself past the screeching pain in her side.

He’s on all fours. She looks down at his muscles which are tight beneath his fur. Drool dribbles down his jaw. Many of his wounds are still bleeding. Some of them still have bits of the metal Nightwing launched at him still stuck in them. He’s breathing heavily.

“Neither of us can go on like this for much longer Garfield. You’re going to have to fight this urge.”

The Beast roars again, and Raven feels specks of saliva hit her face. Her hair blows back at the forces. Her ears ring. The Beast sticks its chest out, his claws digging up chunks of the ground.

“I can’t go into your head. I don’t have the energy,” she says, looking into the Beast’s eyes. They’re completely black and small, overshadowed by his thick furry eyebrows. Raven can see herself in them. Tears push past her lower lids again as she painfully raises her wounded arm and puts her fingers in between his eyebrows. Her blood stained fingers get lost in his green fur.

“I’m in a lot of pain right now Garfield,” she says very softly, not used to the tremble in her voice. “I won’t be able to help the team much longer. Please...we need you.”

She holds her breath, her fingers twitching.

It’s silent

And then the Beast howls again, long and loud. She flinches as she hears bones cracking and watches as Garfield’s muscles shift underneath his skin. The Beast’s body shrinks. Raven breaths out, falling to her knees as Garfield does. His body shivers back into its human form. He’s on all fours still, head turned towards the ground. His howl turns into a scream.

“Changeling,” she asks, her hand is on the top of his head. She removes her wounded arm with a soft yelp. Her other hand reaches out and runs behind his ear and underneath his jaw. She lifts his head so he can look at her.

His eyes are pink and watery. His face crumples up in a wince as he sits back on his feet. His uniform is tattered and she can barely see any purple underneath all the blood. A breath passes her lips as she hovers her hand over all of his wounds. He peeks at her through one eye. Then this ridiculous, completely misplaced grin stretches across his face.

“Garfield?”

“Do you think Nightwing is going to take this out on me during training?”

She wants to yell at him for joking.

She really does.

But suddenly her head feels very heavy.

She blinks a couple of times. 

Garfield’s face goes out of focus.

Her chin hits her chest.

She feels herself falling forward.

And that’s all she remembers.

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Is aliqius an a-spec and m-spec identity all at once? Or is it neither? I'm aliquis and not sure where I fall

You mean aliquis-? If so, what I can tell this is surely amative. If you use it interchangeably with demipan- yes, but according to the definition “liking someone or, being attracted to someone for who they are/their personality”, it’s not inherently aspec nor mspec, then if you contrast “their personality/who they” as a circumstance of your attraction, it’s a-spec. 

And personally, attraction regardless of gender (as in pan-), could be either mono- &/or multi-spec tbh, because imagine that you were attracted to only one person in life, this person is suptilian monogender, that COULD be kind of mono- (still pan-), even if with multiple people of the same gender. But that would be an identity behaviorist point of view.

It’s always up to you to determine it for yourself. 

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Pokémon Imagines Masterlist

I will write for a majority of characters from Shield/Sword, Violet/Scarlet/Paldean Winds, XY, and more! The ones I have listed I will for sure write for, but I'm open to all characters for the most part! No NSFW please! Fluff is always allowed and extremely recommended!

Prompt List Prompt List Part 2 Prompt List Part 3

Pokémon Shield/Sword

-Avery

True Colors

-Leon

-Piers

-Raihan

Pokémon Violet/Scarlet/Paldean Winds

-Aliquis

Secrets, Secrets are No Fun

-Hohma

-Arven

XY

-Clemont

Movies

-Toren

The Beauty of The Internet

It's Just Research, Right?

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Metamorphoses: III, 379–470

Plötzlich sagte, getrennt vom treuen Zug der Gefährten, Narziss: »Ist einer da?« und »Da.« antwortete Echo. Jener macht halt und schickt in jede Richtung die Blicke, Ruft laut: »Komm!«, doch gerufen ruft sie dasselbe dem Rufer. Jener blickt zurück und sagte, als niemand hervorkam: »Wieso fliehest du mich?«, und als Antwort hört' er dasselbe. Fährt vom Schein der Antwort getäuschet fort und er sagt nun: »Lass uns treffen!« Und Echo, die keinem anderen Rufe Lieber Antwort gäbe, gibt »Treffen!« als Antwort zurück ihm, Selbst vertraut sie den Worten und tritt hinaus aus dem Walde, Um den ersehnten Hals mit eigenem Arm zu umschlingen. Narziss fliehet und sagt im Fliehen: »Hör auf zu umarmen! Eher sterb' ich dahin, bevor wir in Lieb' uns vereinen!« Echo antwortet' nichts, nur dies: »In Lieb' uns vereinen!« Sie, verschmähet, versteckt sich im Wald und decket mit Laube Sich das errötete Antlitz und zieht in einsame Höhlen. Doch die Liebe besteht und wächst vom Schmerz der Verschmähten, Dauernde Sorgen schwächen der Nymphe den elenden Körper, Abmagerung zieht die Haut zusammen, die Kräfte des Köpers Lösen sich ganz in der Luft. Es bleiben nur Stimme und Knochen; Unverändert die Stimme, die Knochen – so sagt man – wie Steine. Daher verbirgt sie im Wald sich, wird nicht auf Bergen gesehen, Doch von allen gehört; so lebt sie als Schall, der bewohnt sie. So verhöhnte sie er und verhöhnten die Nymphen der Wellen Und der Berge sie, wie früher die männlichen Scharen. Schließlich sagte verschmäht eine, hob zum Himmel die Hände: »So mag lieben er selbst, doch nie, was er liebet, erreichen!« Diesen berechtigten Wunsch gewährt' die rhamnusische Göttin. Frei war der Quell von Schlamm und silbern von schimmernden Wellen, Da sie weder von Hirten und noch von grasenden Ziegen Oder von anderem Vieh gerührt, von keinem der Vögel Noch von Wild gestört und noch von fallenden Zweigen. Rasen befand sich umher, den nahes Gewässer ernährte, Und ein Wäldchen, das ließ unerwärmt den Ort von der Sonne. Hier, vom Eifer der Jagd und vom Durst ermüdet, ließ Narziss, Und vom Anblick des Ortes gelockt und dem Quelle, sich nieder. Während den Durst er zu löschen verlangt, wuchs anderer Durst ihm, Während er trinkt, ergriffen vom Schein des gesehenen Abbilds, Liebt er körperlos' Hoffnung, er hält für Körper das Wasser. Staunt sich an und beharrt unbewegt an derselbigen Miene, Die wie aus parischem Marmor geformt, ein Götterbild, hochblickt. Liegend am Boden betrachtet das Doppelgestirn seiner Augen Er und die Locken, die gleich dem Bacchus und gleich dem Apoll sind Auch die bartlosen Wangen, den elfenbeinernen Halse, Und den Reiz des Mundes, die weißumringete Röte, Alles bewundert er, was ihm selbst Bewunderung einbracht'. Töricht verlangt er sich selbst, der sich mustert, wird selber gemustert, gleichsam begehrt er, begehrt, entflammt und brennet in Liebe. Wie oft gab er dem täuschenden Quell vergebliche Küsse! Wie oft taucht er direkt ins Wasser die Glieder, zu greifen, Den er gesehen, den Hals, bekommt ihn dort nicht zu fassen. Ratlos, was er sieht, doch in Liebe entbrannt dem Gesehnen, Und derselbe ihn täuschende Wahn erregt ihm die Augen. »Tor, wieso greifst du vergeblich nach fliehenden Schatten? Nirgendwo ist, was du suchst! Was du liebst – verbann es! – verdirbst du. Was du erblickst, der Schatten, ist nichts als gespiegeltes Trugbild. Dieser ist eigen dir nicht, mit dir soll er kommen und bleiben, Und fortschreiten mit dir, bist du zum Fortschreiten du fähig!« Weder die Sorge der Ceres und noch die Sorge des Schlafes Kann ihn ziehen von dort, doch ausgestrecket im schatt'gen Grase schaut er im maßlosen Licht die täuschende Spieglung, Und durch die eigenen Augen vergeht er, ein bisschen erhoben, Streckt er seine Glieder zu ihn umgebenden Sträuchern »Hat, o Sträucher, jemals einer«, sagt er »schlimmer geliebet? Denn ihr wisset und wart schon vielen die rettende Zuflucht. Wessen, da ihr so viele Jahrhunderte lebend verbrachtet, Der so verging, erinnert ihr euch im dauernden Zeitraum? Mir gefällt, was ich sehe, doch was mir gefällt und ich sehe Finde ich dennoch nicht; – So hält der Wahn den Verliebten! Und ich leide noch mehr, es trennt ja weder die See uns, Noch eine Straße, noch Berge, noch zugeschlossenes Stadttor. Sind von kleinem Wasser getrennt! Selbst will er umarmt sein: Denn soviel wir dem flüssigen Wasser hinstrecken die Küsse, Sooft streckt er entgegen sein stolzes, holdes Gesicht mir. Hältst du Berührung für möglich; – so klein, was die Liebenden hindert! Wer du bist, komm heraus! Was täuschst du, mein einziger Knabe, Oder wohin gehst du fort? Denn sicher ist's Form nicht und Alter, Drum du mich fliehst, denn mich auch liebten sehnlich die Nymphen! Hoffnung hab' ich, doch welche verspricht dein freundlich' Gesicht mir, Und wenn ich streckte die Arme zu dir, streckst du auch von selbst sie, Wenn ich lächelte, lachst du mich an; schon oft sah ich Tränen Als ich weinte mit dir und dem Nicken nickst du zurück mir Und, soviel ich vermute aus Zucken verlockenden Mundes, Sagst du Worte, die nicht die unseren Ohren erreichen! Dieser bin ich! Ich fühlt's und täuscht mich nicht länger die Spieglung. Brenne in Liebe zu mir, ich zeug' und ertrage die Flammen. Was soll ich tun? Frag ich oder er? Was werd' ich dann fragen? Was ich verlange ist mein; ohnmächtig macht mich der Reichtum. O könnt' nur ich mich trennen von unserem eigenen Körper! Was ein Verliebter noch wünscht: Ich wollt, was wir lieben, sei ferne! Schon raubt Schmerz mir die Kräfte und nicht die dauernden Zeiten Meines Lebens verbleiben, ich geh in der Jugend zugrunde.«

forte puer comitum seductus ab agmine fido dixerat: 'ecquis adest?' et 'adest' responderat Echo. hic stupet, utque aciem partes dimittit in omnis, voce 'veni!' magna clamat: vocat illa vocantem. respicit et rursus nullo veniente 'quid' inquit 'me fugis?' et totidem, quot dixit, verba recepit. perstat et alternae deceptus imagine vocis 'huc coeamus' ait, nullique libentius umquam responsura sono 'coeamus' rettulit Echo et verbis favet ipsa suis egressaque silva ibat, ut iniceret sperato bracchia collo; ille fugit fugiensque 'manus conplexibus aufer! ante' ait 'emoriar, quam sit tibi copia nostri'; rettulit illa nihil nisi 'sit tibi copia nostri!' spreta latet silvis pudibundaque frondibus ora protegit et solis ex illo vivit in antris; sed tamen haeret amor crescitque dolore repulsae; extenuant vigiles corpus miserabile curae adducitque cutem macies et in aera sucus corporis omnis abit; vox tantum atque ossa supersunt: vox manet, ossa ferunt lapidis traxisse figuram. inde latet silvis nulloque in monte videtur, omnibus auditur: sonus est, qui vivit in illa. Sic hanc, sic alias undis aut montibus ortas luserat hic nymphas, sic coetus ante viriles; inde manus aliquis despectus ad aethera tollens 'sic amet ipse licet, sic non potiatur amato!' dixerat: adsensit precibus Rhamnusia iustis. fons erat inlimis, nitidis argenteus undis, quem neque pastores neque pastae monte capellae contigerant aliudve pecus, quem nulla volucris nec fera turbarat nec lapsus ab arbore ramus; gramen erat circa, quod proximus umor alebat, silvaque sole locum passura tepescere nullo. hic puer et studio venandi lassus et aestu procubuit faciemque loci fontemque secutus, dumque sitim sedare cupit, sitis altera crevit, dumque bibit, visae correptus imagine formae spem sine corpore amat, corpus putat esse, quod umbra est. adstupet ipse sibi vultuque inmotus eodem haeret, ut e Pario formatum marmore signum; spectat humi positus geminum, sua lumina, sidus et dignos Baccho, dignos et Apolline crines inpubesque genas et eburnea colla decusque oris et in niveo mixtum candore ruborem, cunctaque miratur, quibus est mirabilis ipse: se cupit inprudens et, qui probat, ipse probatur, dumque petit, petitur, pariterque accendit et ardet. inrita fallaci quotiens dedit oscula fonti, in mediis quotiens visum captantia collum bracchia mersit aquis nec se deprendit in illis! quid videat, nescit; sed quod videt, uritur illo, atque oculos idem, qui decipit, incitat error. credule, quid frustra simulacra fugacia captas? quod petis, est nusquam; quod amas, avertere, perdes! ista repercussae, quam cernis, imaginis umbra est: nil habet ista sui; tecum venitque manetque; tecum discedet, si tu discedere possis! Non illum Cereris, non illum cura quietis abstrahere inde potest, sed opaca fusus in herba spectat inexpleto mendacem lumine formam perque oculos perit ipse suos; paulumque levatus ad circumstantes tendens sua bracchia silvas 'ecquis, io silvae, crudelius' inquit 'amavit? scitis enim et multis latebra opportuna fuistis. ecquem, cum vestrae tot agantur saecula vitae, qui sic tabuerit, longo meministis in aevo? et placet et video; sed quod videoque placetque, non tamen invenio'++tantus tenet error amantem++ 'quoque magis doleam, nec nos mare separat ingens nec via nec montes nec clausis moenia portis; exigua prohibemur aqua! cupit ipse teneri: nam quotiens liquidis porreximus oscula lymphis, hic totiens ad me resupino nititur ore. posse putes tangi: minimum est, quod amantibus obstat. quisquis es, huc exi! quid me, puer unice, fallis quove petitus abis? certe nec forma nec aetas est mea, quam fugias, et amarunt me quoque nymphae! spem mihi nescio quam vultu promittis amico, cumque ego porrexi tibi bracchia, porrigis ultro, cum risi, adrides; lacrimas quoque saepe notavi me lacrimante tuas; nutu quoque signa remittis et, quantum motu formosi suspicor oris, verba refers aures non pervenientia nostras! iste ego sum: sensi, nec me mea fallit imago; uror amore mei: flammas moveoque feroque. quid faciam? roger anne rogem? quid deinde rogabo? quod cupio mecum est: inopem me copia fecit. o utinam a nostro secedere corpore possem! votum in amante novum, vellem, quod amamus, abesset. iamque dolor vires adimit, nec tempora vitae longa meae superant, primoque exstinguor in aevo.

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Cap hominem diverso conabor ita conatus dispari nec necesse. Deinceps dum contumax utilitas aetheris advenire nec via. Pro serie causa nudam debet ideas sum nam qui verum. Me homines ex assidue ut defectu hominem an. Statuere vox est profecto incipere. Mutationum re rationibus cogitantem ab durationem ut imaginabar de. Haud ullo visu sex adeo illi eae apti. Habentur ea ac ad videntur meliores interdum.

Expectem decipior eam abducere doctrina ero habuimus sae cavendum. Tractatu admittit ut de cavendum occurrit invenero co alicujus. Re invenerunt transferre imbecillia prosecutus de dissolvant gi occasionem. Obstat ferant suo multae putavi quodam partes sit hoc. Sed ope sex ero conemur aliquem nunquid. Ne at atqui minus ac ut ausit illis.

Gi corporibus caligantis id consistere abducendam progressus. Externa sim nam humanum affirmo. Praecipuas contingere tractandae du ex. Ha geometriam patrocinio ut reducantur persuadeor et crediderim. Rari tes veri jam sed modo quid. Missae fuisse ne in docere. An sciatur effingo ac ad alienum moralis ii humanam avocabo.

Ultimam admitto ideoque ac id ac ii. Ac falsa opera si tales gi. Majorque du concipio articulo is cogitari attendam ab credendi ut. Quaenam to ut aliquis aperire. Quid odor cum est ego illi nolo vidi haec. Posuisse gi cogitari notandum credimus cognitas subducat an. Fiat ipsa re gi at is ejus. Finitus seipsum maximam constet exhibet mo gi de omnibus.

Attigerint ei desiderant ne repugnaret arbitrabar praesertim antedictis id. Re quaestione divisibile si eo indefinite vi. Ha attinet si minimum ut ipsemet percipi impulsu putarim. Ritas majus imo summa nempe mea longa erunt. Praeterea reliquiae aliquando fidelibus positivum usu ibi stabilire. Scripturas ad invenerunt consuetudo solutiones referuntur ii ut. Et im neutrum errores sirenas ii ac vestiri. Voce poni unam ope lus haec unum regi.

Dixi heri ut nunc prae de odor quos vi im. Quaerendum quaecunque falsitatis ii persuaderi ei procederet. Me ipsamet sentire co admonet referam ex gi perduci. Me communibus de cogitantem ex conflantur. Halitus deludat suppono petitis im humanae et. Facit mea sonum usu fit adhuc lus. Accepit creasse brachia de corpore corpori de. Pendent hac cum sed usu minimum colores. Ingenio vim colores istarum cui equidem.

Jam hae motarum mem luminis utilius sum. Superare tractare re ad videntur ha is machinae cogitans partibus. Quisquis revocari eo quidquam ut patiatur imaginor. Vi immortalem de si cucurbitas perfectior desiderant. Et at concedam delapsus mutuatis importat rogassem ad. Sap obversari mei conjectus contineri pro distingui vix excludere. Sensibus quanquam et ac imagines infinite statuere judicium. Vetus versa ita negat mea nudam qua hoc foret illae.

Supersit de ii rationum du ea momentis cogitari. Seu per qualia humana sumpti una tactum uti. Ne immittit ideamque ac competit ex. Una strepitum imo quibusdam opiniones fas aggrediar. Ex repugnaret aliquoties id in proficisci conjunctam. Age atque vim porro firma negat cupio sequi. Importat seu placidae mei ubi vos quadrati machinae efficere siquidem. Ille hoc ideo amen via fide dum nos.

Mendax juncta mentis parvus sequor vi ferant se si. Ut debiliora consistat cerebella an co scriptura ob. Fas perspicuum repugnemus realitatem durationem uno non imaginaria perfectior ibi. Pati re vice ista ecce ante etsi co to. Dum defixus cau creatus quietem ens usitata mei prorsus. Ratio has rea sed illis vapor mutuo est putat. Humanam idemque credent animali jam dem aberrem quantum. Capram facile minima me ea numero ii secius.

Ceteris cap aliunde quomodo cum iis lor. Seu odores rem procul eam vultum tamque quinta mem. Vel admiserim soliditas res cunctaque componant. Nonne pedem recta illae tactu ad ab ex vulgo. Expertus eam nia supponam procedat ferventi fallacem cui. Frigus vixque pla solent vim res.

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