#deer twins return <3

[fawnsil]

M: "Ooh! I know! Let's do makeovers~!" A: "Yeah? I think I got some time ta kill, why not"

[forestofsprites]

there's so much to experience on this ludicrous little planet of ours. it is devastatingly thrilling, absolutely calamitous, fun and stupid and ridiculous and beautiful and awful and loving!!!

[impale-me-radio-daddy]

The Lookalike (Part 5)

☒ Summary: The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument. “No, this isn’t one of my fucking sluts.” The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. “This is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.” You awaken in Hell as the near-spitting image of a certain infamous radio host. Unfortunately for you, you immediately fall into the clutches of his nemesis, and then into the talons of the Radio Demon himself. 

☒ Warnings: hermaphrodite!reader, deer!reader, they/them pronouns used, Alastor X reader, Vox X reader, Alastor X Vox, drug use, explicit sexual content, reader is in Hell for a reason, Valentino, canon typical scenarios.

☒ Author's note: This is now a series! Part I Part2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Given that you were the same size, and the intention was to have you pose as him, Alastor allowed you to raid his wardrobe without complaint. The bulk of it was variants on the same outfit, a palette swapped version of the suit that Vox had dressed you in, but you found enough pieces in the back to entertain yourself; a dress shirt with suspenders over it, a waistcoat, a jaunty little fez that attached to the hair with a hairpin and a cravat to hide the bruising on your neck.

You still looked like Alastor, but more of a bellhop than a concierge, and weighing the man’s gaze on you, you could tell this had been the right decision. He viewed you as his lesser, and seeing that reflected in your dress gave a less guarded edge to his smile that had not been there before.

Alastor returned your things to you, the wire and the aphrodisiac, and led you out into the hotel proper to introduce you to the rest of the staff.

“This here is Niffty,” said Alastor, fondly, gesturing to the pint-sized demon in a maid’s outfit who ran up to you as the two of you entered the lobby.

“Hello, Niffty,” you said, extending a hand to her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Niffty stared up at you, her single eye wide and curious. Rather than speak, she placed a large dead cockroach in your open palm, then smiled at you toothily before running away.

Alastor’s eyes creased at the corners. “I think she likes you,” he said. “But who knows, honestly, so watch your back. The others here are Vaggie, with the one eye, the grumpy pussycat behind the bar is Husker, and that one there is our hotel’s singular guest, Angel Dust. Lucifer and his daughter aren’t here right now, but you’ll cross paths soon enough.”

Vaggie stopped and stared, her expression at first confused, and then angry. “Alastor, why are there two of you? What did you do?”

Alastor just smiled obliquely. “What did I do? Why, nothing at all. This good fellow is merely my body double. They’ll be assisting me for a while.”

Angel Dust squinted at you from his perch at the bar, his look appraising. “Soo… They slash Them?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alastor stepped in before you could speak, an arm slung friendly around your shoulders. “Actually I think they’re more of a strangler.”

“So you found yourself a murder twin. Fuckin’ great.” The big cat behind the bar sighed as he polished a glass.

Taking out a handkerchief, you folded it carefully around the dead insect, giving it a little squeeze to check that it was actually dead, and headed over to the bar.

Angel Dust gave you a lascivious grin. “So how was sex with the tv?” he asked, both hands folded under his chin.

This time you felt a chill in the air as Alastor stiffened behind you. You could practically feel the static in his throat.

“I’m sorry?” you cocked your head, apologetic.

“Oh, don’t be coy, I saw the pictures.” Angel Dust winked at you.

“Pictures?” you felt your composure break, just a little. Of course Vox had taken pictures. The bedroom had been studded with cameras, and if you had to guess he probably had at least one embedded in his face. You hadn’t expected him to distribute them though. And though you’d only been in your body a few days, it was a little galling to think of strangers looking at your naked form. Your ears dropped fractionally.

“Oh shit, you didn’t know.” Angel Dust looked genuinely apologetic for about a second. “Well, welcome to Hell, I guess.”

Alastor took a seat beside you, not looking you in the eye. “He didn’t send them to everyone, of course. Only to me.”

“It doesn’t matter who he sends em to if he took em without proper licensing,” said Angel, sagely. “Was he any good at least? Or did he just lay there, with his big flat head?” Angel gestured in a square around his own head.

You gave a tight lipped smile. “I don’t talk about things like that. Past partners, I mean.”

“What’s the harm? Sounds like he already betrayed your trust.”

“Because it’s rude.” You spread your hands. “If I’m just going to behave like the people who wrong me, then who am I, really?”

“You’re in Hell,” said Angel, with a derisive wave of his hand. “Live a little.” He laughed, but Husk slid you a drink across the bartop, and you sensed something that might have been approval in Alastor’s gaze.

Your first week in the hotel passed quickly, with Alastor taking full advantage of your promise to help around the hotel. There were few guests, but the hotel itself was enormous, so most of your tasks consisted of cleaning, dusting, or pulling Niffty out when she got stuck in the air vents.

Alastor didn’t talk about the encounter you had shared, neither the tussle nor the intimacy afterwards, so you were a little surprised when he asked you to move into his room with him. The space inside the room was huge, and at night he would vanish into his personal swamp to do who knew what, leaving you to sleep in his bed with a set of his pajamas on.

A little personal space felt good after days trapped in Vox’s bedroom, but it didn’t take many nights for the bed to feel a little too large with only one body in it. That he was avoiding sharing the bed with you was a certainty; the sheets smelled like him, and more than once you found yourself sleeping curled around one of his pillows, face pressed against the fabric.

The way that Alastor would casually reach out and squeeze one of your antlers if he passed you alone in a hotel corridor told you that the two of you were probably still on kissing terms, or at least that Alastor thought little of such small displays of intimacy.

You spent time watching Alastor where you could, learning his mannerisms and gait. You lacked his magic, of course, but your voice had the same tendency as his to give a tinny, faintly distorted sound, and you found you could replicate his silvery canned laughter with a little effort. The physical part was a little more difficult, with your body still new and a little unsteady, but within the first few days you had a passable imitation of how Alastor walked. There was a quirk to his stride, an intermittent tension to his shoulders, which you began to imitate too. Perhaps it was an injury of some sort, but it was hard to tell. Alastor’s other major quirk was that he never dropped his smile. You didn’t copy that, but took note of it for later.

Walking past the lounge, you caught sight of Charlie and all the residents starting up one of their group activities, and stopped to watch.

Charlie clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone, for our next activity, we are going to do hugging! Everyone pick a partner, and we’ll do a one minute timed hug.”

“We’re one short if we want pairs,” said Vaggie, looking around the room.

“Hey, tall dark and ambiguous,” Angel Dust caught your eye from his place on the sofa, and wiggled an eyebrow suggestively. “You want in on this?”

You checked the watch on your wrist- after hours- and shrugged. “Sure.”

A cold presence manifested behind you. “If my double is joining, it would be remiss of me not to,” said Alastor, emerging from the shadows. His claws settled delicately on your shoulder. “You’ll be my partner, won’t you?”

You glanced back, spotted the possessive look in Alastor’s eyes, and nodded. “Of course. Sorry, Angel.”

Angel Dust gave an audible sigh as Niffty crawled into his lap.

“Alastor? You’re joining? But that leaves us with an odd number again.” Charlie’s face fell.

“That’s okay, Charlie. I can sit this one out.” Lucifer, who had been sitting on the second couch, got to his feet.

“But dad…”

“I’m being a team player. That’s what dads are for, right?” Lucifer gave his daughter a fond smile, which she returned uncertainly. “I’m just gonna take some air.”

“Okay.” Charlie watched her father leave the room, her expression clouded, but she shook her head, taking in the room of people waiting for her to speak. “Uh, okay. So, like I said, we’re going to do the timed hug, and everyone has to ask a question, and answer a question truthfully. I’ll start the stopwatch.”

Sitting in a chair with Alastor was the first time you’d felt his arms around you since he’d climbed atop of you in his bed. His chest fit flush with your back, and he hooked his chin over your shoulder as both of you settled into the cuddle. Had he done this just to stop you from cuddling up with the porn demon? It seemed likely.

“Will you start, or shall I?” Alastor asked, your faces close enough that you breathed the same air. Looking around, no-one in the room was looking at the two of you, each of the participants engrossed in their own quiet conversations.

“Is that your question?” you asked, mildly.

“A question each.” Alastor’s eyes creased at the corners. “Bravo, impostor. I believe we’ve fulfilled the conditions of Charlie’s activity.”

“Not quite. We’re here until the timer goes. So we might as well talk.”

“I suppose. What are you thinking about?”

“I’m wondering why you’ve asked me to sleep in your bed when you have no intention of sharing it with me,” you said, careful to keep your voice low, audible only to him.

“Oh? Is it so surprising that I want to keep an eye on my things?” Alastor’s smile quirked, a challenge. Say you’re not mine. I dare you.

“I don’t see Husk or Niffty sleeping in there,” you said, a soft challenge rather than a direct one.

Alastor trailed a possessive hand from your navel to your chest, making your breath catch in your throat. “Husker and Niffty,” he said quietly. “Do not have my face. Do not mistake their situations for yours.”

“And what is my situation, exactly?” you asked.

Alastor gave a hiss of displeasure at being cornered like this, and you noted the sound. His hand still over your chest, he flexed his claws, the sharp ends pressure points in a pentacle over your heart. “You’re mine,” he said. “Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

That was either deranged or romantic; you couldn’t quite decide which. “Because I look like you?”

“Because no-one else can be allowed to see my- our face. What we look like, in agony or ecstasy.” Alastor’s smile was steady, but his voice had a strained edge even at this low volume.

“That’s just for you, huh.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

“I wouldn’t have a problem with that if I felt like you had any intention of seeing my expressions yourself,” you said, your own quiet challenge. You liked Alastor well enough, but an eternity of celibacy was a tall ask.

Alastor laughed in your ear, the sound silvery, his slight chest trembling with mirth. “What would you propose we do?”

You mulled it over, comfortable in his embrace. Given Alastor’s reticence in sharing the bed, straight up propositioning him for sex probably wasn’t the correct route. “I have the bottle of aphrodisiac I took,” you said, careful not to mention Vox’s name. You’d wanted to have it as an option for your eventual hunts, but you had no idea what the suitable dosages might be. “I wanted to test it as a knockout drug. Help with that?” It was an lowball pitch, an objective besides sex and no obligation for him to perform.

“Surely you’re joking.” Alastor rolled his eyes. “I’m not about to be your test subject.”

“Of course not. You’re stronger than me. I’d be the test subject.” You intended the flattery, acknowledging Alastor’s strength, and caught a flicker of something like pride in his face.

“I suppose I could help with that,” he said, his tone light but his eyes betraying interest. “It might even be entertaining.”

Lucifer approached Alastor’s bedroom door with trepidation, and looked around. That Alastor might have been his inferior in terms of raw power, which the fight with Adam had proved, but he was a tricky one. He had been attending Charlie’s activity with his double, but who was to say there wasn’t a third or fourth Alastor in the hotel somewhere. Lucifer stared at a dark patch on the floor in front of the door for a second too long before realizing it was his own shadow.

Cracking his knuckles, Lucifer transformed himself into a tiny snake with a top hat, and slithered underneath Alastor’s door.

If Mr TV man wanted cameras and microphones all over Alastor’s room, the King of Hell would provide.

Despite your earlier bravery, nervousness was a tightness in your chest as you returned to Alastor’s room that night. Memories of your previous encounter swirled in your gut, and you reminded yourself that he hadn’t agreed to a repeat performance, at least not explicitly.

Alastor was already there, laying out a set of small brass scales on his table, picking the small weights from the velvet box with his talons and lining them up beside it. Wordlessly you stalked up beside him, placing the bottle onto the table and picking out a suitable thimble sized container from the box.

Ingested, or inhaled? Ingested, you decided- you had no idea if the stuff would rip up your airways. Balancing the scales, you measured out a few grams. Given that Vox had just left this laying around in his bedroom, you doubted such a small dose would be lethal, and if it knocked you out for the count, you trusted Alastor enough to put you to bed.

You removed your shoes and waistcoat, taking a seat before you swallowed the powder, clearing your mind and taking stock of your body.

The first wave of the drug’s effects hit immediately, and you were glad you’d been conservative with the dose. The warmth spread from your throat to your chest, leaving your nerve-endings buzzing in its wake as it spread.

Alastor watched, giving you a questioning tilt of the head.

You swallowed as sensation flooded your body, struggling to keep a clear head. “I’m going to run, now. Try and stop me.”

The hardest thing was turning away, not immediately offering yourself up for soft touches, skin against skin. Part of you wanted to turn around and offer to wrestle, but you had a good idea of where that would go. That in itself was a useful effect of the drug, but not enough. Someone who knew they were being hunted by you would have the wherewithal to at least try to run.

With your senses on fire, running was a strange sensation, each bound through Alastor’s ersatz swamp dimension feeling precarious, almost drunken. The air was thick and humid, and it almost felt as if it was pooling in your lungs, slowing you down. As requested, Alastor chased, a shadow in your peripheral vision, glimpses of him spurring you on. He didn’t run full tilt, as you were trying to do, but rather proceeded calmly through the bayou, moving closer with his shadow when your quick pace put him too far behind. The closer he got, the harder it was to keep running. Your arousal was evident to you now, your cock half-hard in your pants, your pulse almost tangible through your core, all the quicker for your physical exertion.

Alastor caught your forearm in his hand, and you stumbled, heart dropping in your chest. The drug was something similar to the rave drugs in the mortal world, making physical contact feel like affection, a little like falling in love, a little like a long night under the stars, backs against the ground.

“You’re not even struggling,” Alastor noted, quietly amused. “Do you think this dosage might suffice?”

“I can still run.”

“But you’re not running,” said Alastor. He trailed a hooked finger up your chest and underneath your cravat, pulling your head forward, his voice turning singsong. “You don’t want to run.”

It was true- you didn’t want to run. You wanted to lapse into something more carnal, pull him to the ground with you, but that wasn’t entirely the drug.

You did try to pull away then, but even his light touch felt inexorable. Alastor’s smile shifted, becoming less the surface level curve his face usually wore and more an expression of intense interest. You could feel the drug’s effects intensifying, your perceptions warping in a not entirely unpleasant way as Alastor pulled you to him. Heat in your face, heat in your loins. “Try to run,” he spoke into your ear, the touch of his breath on your skin making your hair stand on end. “Try to escape me.”

You did, some part of your mind still capable of resisting, and you twisted from his grasp, making it a few steps before he was on you again, this time pushing you to the ground.

You gasped into the dirt, your vision swimming.

“Would you like me to take notes?” Alastor asked, pinning you to the ground with one hand between your shoulderblades, the weight of his palm unnaturally heavy. “About how docile you are under the influence of this, how malleable?” He leaned in close, face beside yours. “How you become perfect, vulnerable prey?”

You moved without thinking, turning your head to kiss him. For a few seconds he returned the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours, before his body tensed and he recoiled from you. You rolled to your side, watching confused as he stumbled back, scraping his tongue with his hand.

“Fuck,” hissed Alastor, and it occurred to you the maybe he’d gotten a secondary dose of the drug from your mouth.

“It’s not so bad,” you called to him.

“It’s all very well you saying that,” said Alastor, a little archly, his smile prim. “You volunteered to take this stuff.”

“And you got a fraction of what I did,” you said, keeping your tone coaxing. “We’ll both be fine.”

You crawled over to him, laying your head against his knee, and watched his face, the way his pupils dilated, ever so slightly, antlers larger than they had been a moment before.

“You’ve poisoned me,” he grumbled, but didn’t stop you as you climbed into his lap, or as you leaned in to kiss him again. His body gave a small tremor as your lips touched, and you looped your hands around his shoulders, kissing his cheek, his jaw, your skin feeling like white light where it touched his. “A good showing again, my double,” he said, his smile almost feral against your neck.

“I didn’t poison you on purpose.”

“You would say that,” said Alastor.

He pushed you from his lap and onto the soft ground of the faux bayou, on your hands and knees.

“See what you’ve done to me?” He pressed his hard cock against the back of your thigh, hot through the fabric, and you whimpered, rolling your hips back against him. With a quick and trembling hand he unhooked your suspenders, pulling down trousers and underwear, freeing his own cock with a susurrus of fabric and pushing himself between your thighs.

“Fuck.” You bit your lip, feeling the heat of him, the swell of him, the wetness at his tip as he found friction between your inner thighs. The drugs made his touch feel like love, made your cunt ache and your own cock further stiffen and weep. He pushed your shoulders down and you cried out into the dirt, arching your back as he reached around to grasp you.

“Still, can’t say I object too vehemently,” said Alastor, hand curling perfectly around your cock, pumping in time with his own thrusts. “It’s not so different to masturbation, after all.”

You groaned at the dual sensation, Alastor’s hand firm but steady round your shaft, and the heat of his cock as he fucked between your thighs. “Inside me.” You raised your face from the dirt to speak. “Alastor. Inside me, please.”

Alastor gave a thoughtful hum, but backed off just enough to let you angle and open yourself for him. With the similarity in your stature, it was easily done, and Alastor held himself still as you lined your entrance with his tip, and pushed back onto him. Your senses still heightened by the drugs, the feeling of him was exquisite, every inch of him a heady burn as he filled your cunt.

“That is-” he made a noise in his throat, one of unmistakable pleasure. “That is quite a convenient bit of anatomy, darling.”

That simple utterance was enough to bring a flush to your face, no matter that the man was already buried to the hilt in you. Darling. He had called you darling.

The whole week you had known him, he had called you his pretender, his impostor, his double and on a handful of occasions dear, in the same way that a doting grandparent might call a child, but darling was a different name entirely. Darling hit different when he was balls deep, antlers growing, palm curled around your cock and about to fuck you. Some of it was bound to be your altered mental state, of course, but not entirely. Did he care for you? Did you care for him in the same way? You whimpered, soft animal noises as he began to move inside you.

Perhaps sensing your emotional state, or perhaps from sentiment on his own part, Alastor’s movement was slow, each thrust a burning stretch on your cunt that left you able to do little more than gasp into the dirt as he bottomed out, balls resting against your labia.

“Darling,” he breathed into your shoulder at one such nadir, and the amused exhalation he gave afterwards told you that he could tell exactly the effect that word had on you. With a startle you realized that he had become bigger than he was, not just his cock but the entirety of his body, his torso longer, his arms longer, even his fingers curled around your cock. “You asked for this, remember that.”

“Darling,” you returned, heart in your throat, hoping that he could feel what you felt, and his response was a deep, animal rumble, from inside his inhuman chest as he hunched around your smaller body. It was only one word, one term of endearment, but perhaps it was enough. He fucked you then, not with abandon but control, the control of a man used to inflicting sensation in an exacting and precise manner. Each thrust felt like a descent into madness, bringing tears to your eyes, making your hips quiver as you tried to move against him, but Alastor held your waist with one clawed hand. You came more quickly than you wanted, spilling onto his fingers and the dirt beneath you, and he fucked you through it, the stretch of him enough to make you twitch all by itself.

“Should I finish inside you?” he asked, a tight, trembling edge to his voice, and you realized that his usual playful repartee had been missing all the time he had been fucking you, that this whole time he had been hanging on for sheer life, holding himself from his own orgasm.

“Please,” you whimpered into the dirt, and your suspicions here confirmed as you felt the first hot pulse of his cum inside you almost immediately, a noise from him very similar to the one you had been making, something between an animal cry and the moan of a poorly soldered capacitor.

You felt Alastor collapse against your back, face buried in your neck. He gave a soft gasp, a barely audible fuck, and you pressed yourself against him as he emptied himself into you, pulse after pulse, until his body was the normal size again and his cum ran in thick rivulets down your thighs.

The notification pinged in Vox’s peripheral vision as he was halfway through the quarterly board meeting- new camera feeds now online- and the thought of it made his mouth go dry. He didn’t have much to do here other than closing remarks, and Voxtek’s CTO was deep into explaining some shit that Vox already knew, so what was the harm in it? Just a little peek. To check the system was working. He’d probably just see Alastor reading a book or some archaic fuckin’ thing.

Valentino never attended these things. Velvette did, but rarely, her face stuck in her phone until a particular item on the agenda caught her interest.

The other two did their bit in their respective arenas, but really, Vox was the one holding it all together. The board didn't need him today though. Vox eyed Baxter wearily, watching his chief engineer go through a presentation he'd seen three times before. Really, why shouldn’t he check the camera feeds?

Making sure that none of the feed was displayed on his face, Vox switched to the first of the cameras, and catching a glimpse of movement, switched feeds to one of the cameras in the bayou.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Alastor hunched over his lookalike, both of them with pants around their knees. Going at it, Alastor's eyes like radio dials, his body elongating as the both of you moved together. Fuck. This shit was live. Vox stifled a groan, then glanced around the boardroom, hoping that no-one had caught his reaction.

Oh, fucking fuck. Vox drew in breath, trying to compose himself.

“Sir, are you okay?” Baxter stopped mid presentation, looking at Vox with an expression of concern.

“I, uh, need to make a call real quick,” he said, and the board gave him confused looks as he stood, picking up his laptop and holding it in front of him to hide the tent in his pants. Live radio demon fucking continued overlaid over the board’s stares, screen-in-screen. “Carry on as you were.”

His cock now too hard for him to walk away with any dignity whatsoever, Vox called on his magic to zap himself out of there and back to the relative privacy of his control room. “Fu-uck,” breathed Vox as he stumbled forward to the control panel, watching with wide-eyed disbelief as he broadcast the scene to the big screen, piping in the audio, the breathing and the whimpering as well as the wet visceral sounds of sex. “Oh, fuck yeah.” He licked his lips, hand at his fly, transfixed by the sight. “That's some good fucking shit.”

Lucifer had fulfilled his end of the bargain and then some. Val and Velvette would have questions as to why they were suddenly giving loads of free shit to Lucifer's daughter, but he could handle that.

Right now, Vox was going to sit down and watch the Radio Demon fuck himself. The board meeting could fucking wait.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

Could you do a fluffy one shot of Vincent de gramont and the reader trying out clothes

“This really isn’t necessary” she told him as she was surrounded by seamstresses, taking her measurements.

“Oh but it is. It’s the least I can do after you so gallantly volunteered to save the day.” The Marquis remarked, smiling slyly.

Rolling her eyes, she couldnt help but smile at his antics. She highly doubted the validity of his supposed plight, of being unable to find a date to one of the most exclusive charity balls in Paris. All the richest elites from across Europe attended, dressed to the gills in the most extravagant gowns the high fashion houses had to offer. And here she was, a simple public servant, being fitted by the house of Dior. She was giddy.

“I think a form fitting gown in a blush or ivory would be ideal.” One of the seamstresses relayed.

“As long as it’s original, I don’t care about the cost. I’m trusting you won’t let me down.” The Marquis stated.

She couldn’t help but notice the flash of fear that crossed several of the women’s faces. Pondering over what could possibly make the finest fashion house fear someone, she decided he must be richer than she thought. The only fear she could imagine is the loss of a very generous client. Her head spun with the amount of money you’d need to spend, you make them even notice you.

All rising at once and exiting without a word to her, she couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed they never spoke to her, except to tell her how to stand so they could measure her.

Too excited and frankly honored to have her own custom gown made for her, she stepped down from the platform.

“My beauty, they are only going to get some pieces for you to try.” He said halting her from exiting.

“I couldn’t possibly accept any more of your generosity…”

“Oh no no cherie! This is only so they can be sure how clothing falls on you and your preferences.” He assured her with one of his mind melting smiles.

“Oh well then that’s ok, I suppose.”

Just then 3 women returned to the fitting room with 3 racks of a wide range of selections. They all appeared to be breath taking and far out of her price range, but she wasn’t going to be difficult. Straining out a weary smile, she watched as the Marquis gave instructions to one of the girls, and exited to the viewing area.

Smiling warmly at the woman approaching her, she was surprised at the deer in the headlights look on her face. “Thank you for helping me today. I truly am honored to even be allowed to try these things on.”

Confusion passed between the women, until the one closest her, began to undress her. “You are very kind, but your beauty will do our creations a service. We should be thanking you.”

Smiling brightly, she was determined to be as polite and cooperative as possible, no matter how many things she needed to try.

Hours later, she felt how a Barbie doll must feel as she viewed the passing city in the hired car she’d been sent home in.

The Marquis was almost too good to be true. He was unbelievably handsome, polite, thoughtful and respectful. She’d had him looked into and he was active with many charities and took care of his only living realatives; two younger twin sisters, famous in the equestrian community.

His wealth came from toxic parents and investments made with an astonishing amount of revenue. He was perfect in every way, not having so much as a parking ticket, and even after several months, he never attempted to take advantage of the times they’d been alone.

She wasn’t sure that was a good thing. She had been hoping he’d kiss her tonight after dinner, but he’d only kissed her hand with those full sensual lips.

Bringing her hand to her lips, she kissed it tenderly where his lips had caressed her before. Laughing at herself, she was thankful she was alone in the car and thankful the privacy was up.

Peering out the window, she realized they had made it to her home. Thanking the driver, and making her way to her door, she nearly tripped and fell upon entering.

Feeling for the light, she flipped it on and nearly fell flat on her ass at the sight that met her eyes.

Dior packages covering every floor and every surface in her humble townhouse. It was like a fairy tale. She couldn’t help but squeal and run in place, before closing her door behind her.

Staring in disbelief, she wasn’t sure where to start. Pulling out her phone, she noticed a new message from the Marquis.

I may have lied, but it was for good reason. Forgive me?

She chuckled and thought on a witty response.

I don’t know. You’ll have to make it up to me.

Sending it before she could change her mind, she waited for his reply with great anticipation. Finally it came in.

I am yours, to do with, as you wish.

She couldn’t have stopped smiling, if someone put a gun to her head….

[bellafragolina]

More deertaur Ingo x reader? UnU Winter season everything is colder and snow not much to do byt you went to spend tine with him because you know how lonely winter can be so you bring this man a present UnU a scarf? He wear it proudly the other seasons too haha (minus summer man will die becaude of the heat of the sun if he wears that)

yeyeyeyeye i love deertaur ingo

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Winter chokes Hisui every year, but it's beautiful all the same. The world looks untouched, coated in fluffy snow that sits undisturbed, as most of the Pokémon are hibernating. The quietness is eerie, but peaceful, and it makes you feel better about your long trek up the mountains, towards the little home tucked into the cliffs.

Your lovely Sawsbuck hybrid waits for you just outside, eagerly bucking his head into yours once you're close enough. His winter coat makes him far fluffier, and leaves his antlers bare and white. You admire him, as he pulls back to study you in return.

"Was your journey uneventful?" Ingo asks, leading you inside his tall, warm home. You sigh at the heat of the fire, peeling off you coat and shoes with Ingo's help. "No Pokémon bothered you?" There's a pause, the air becoming heavy. "Did you ride Wyrdeer?"

You know he knows the answer already, able to smell the other deer on you. It's proven in the way he rubs his head and fluff against you, covering you in his own musky, earthy scent. He even gives a shy lick to your cheek, for good measure, kissing it when you snort at his actions.

"Ingo," you drawl, drawing his attention away from his jealousy, "I brought you something."

Ingo's eyes widen, head cocking as you dig into your bag. "You brought me a gift? You didn't need to, my love."

"How else will I convince you I'm not in love with Lord Wyrdeer?"

Ingo stomps his hooves and grumbles to himself. You snicker, but pull out the paper-wrapped present, presenting it to Ingo. He takes it eagerly, squishing and squeezing it as he examines it from all angles.

The paper tears away easily, revealing crocheted yarn of dark black and red, similar to his coat. The scarf spills from his fingers like water, and Ingo holds it with the reverence of a blessed worshiper.

Ingo holds the scarf to his nose and breathes in the scent of you.

"I made it." You say, answering his unasked question. "So you stay warm, and so you can think of me when I'm not around."

"I think of you always." Ingo admits, a shyness to his voice. You take the scarf, and help him wrap it around his neck. He buries his nose in the fabric immediately. "Thank you. I love it."

"I'm glad." You giggle, tugging on your new handles so your sweethart can give you some kisses. "Now, lets warm up. I'm gonna make you a stew so delicious that you'll never be the same."

Ingo just hums, trailing you towards his fireplace to help you however he can. And when he can't help? He'll sit behind you, legs folded beneath him as he hugs you from behind, you back molded to his chest.

He's the perfect height for nuzzles and kisses like this. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

🍓🍓🍓

i love love love the centaur twins

thank you for requesting <3<3<3

~Renee

[the-broken-truth]

Hello! What if Atreus has a dream in which he gets his siblings back and everything is flowers until his dream turns into a nightmare where Magni, Modi and Baldur take Björn and Revna away from him.

When he wakes up he gets depressed that his siblings won’t ever come back to him and that he won’t ever see them again. How do you think he comforts himself about this?

Broken Truth (Reading the ask): Paradise turned into a hell of that Jotunn? Sounds like fun to me. Now, let the wards weave together.

He had just returned from a hunt - a deer corpse dragging behind him as he closed in on the sights of his cabin before him, still in time just like the frozen snow around it and the dead trees that had lost all their leaves. The cabin door opened once he got close enough and 2 smiling faces greeted him before they ran out of the door and gathered around him with hugs.

"Elder Brother! About time you returned, we were getting worried about you!" Björn said as he looked up at Atreus with a smile that the bear cub was known for when he was younger.

"I am sorry, Björn & Revna. I was hunting but look at the bright side, I brought us a deer for dinner tonight. Is father and mother in the cabin?" Atreus asked but Revna was the one that answered him this time.

"Yes, Brother! Mother and Father were waiting on you to return! We stayed inside the chain, just like you said so can we go inside and eat some deer meat now?" Revna asked with a smile, and Atreus nodded as the 3 of them started walking to the cabin door. Still, suddenly, the sounds of rolling thunder were heard in the distance, and Björn and Revna stopped in their tracks and their heads were hanging low, the bangs of their hair covering their eyes.

Atreus turned and looked at his siblings who stood there like statues, he opened his mouth to speak but it closed when he noticed the thick fog creeping up behind the Bear and Raven, consuming everything in the background before stopping just behind Björn & Revna. Atreus dropped the rope that connected the deer and pulled out the bow and one of his arrows and looked in the fog as 3 figures walked from it and stood behind the twins, when their features became clear, Atreus' eyes widened and the air in his throat was caught.

Magni.

Modi.

Baldur.

The Sons of Thor and the Son of Freya were standing behind Björn and Revna as Magni and Modi placed a hand on each of Björn's shoulders while Baldur placed a hand on revna's Shoulder. All 3 of them had smirks on their faces.

"Get your hands off my siblings!" Atreus asked as he pointed his arrow at Magni and Modi but the chilling voices of Björn and Revna spoke to Atreus as their heads lifted and their eyes were glaring at him with hatred in their eyes - a familiar hatred.

"Keep your hands away from our brothers!" Björn yelled as he lifted his right hand - an electrical current radiated throughout his hand and shot out, hitting the bow and arrow out of Atreus' hand, and hitting him in the chest, sending him crashing into the door that didn't open, he slumped to the ground and looked at Björn as he lowered his hand.

"You took them from us before - we won't let you take them from us again," Revna said as Magni and Modi pulled Björn away from the site, the 3 of them walked into the fog and disappeared while Baldur did the same to her; leaving the Jotunn alone to reach out to the fog, crying for the siblings that left hime alone.

[Upon Awakening]

Light blue eyes opened and looked at the ceiling of the room where his bed lay - the snoring of his father was the only thing he heard besides the blizzard happening outside. Atreus lifted his upper half into a sitting position and looked around before his eyes fell on the door to Björn's Room and the realization of the dream came back to his mind. His brother was gone. His sister that was born from his body was gone. he was alone and there was nothing he could to about it.

'Björn... Revna... I need you to come home. I need you both with me. I need us to be a family again.' Atreus thought as he hugged his legs close to his chest.

"You miss them, don't you, Lad?" The voice of the wisest man called out from his position on the table nearby. Atreus looked over to Mimir, whose golden Bifrost eyes were glowing in the darkness of the cabin.

"I do miss them, Mimir; I need to have them back," Atreus said to the head who hummed before giving his council.

"Lad, The Bear and the Raven don't want anything to do with this family - with their own bloodline - that's why they shared their blood with a line that accepted them for who they are. Maybe it's best that you gave up on them until they decide they want to talk to you." Mimir's words made Atreus look at him with betrayal in his eyes.

"You want me to give up on my siblings?! What kind of talk is that?!" Atreus demanded to know.

"All I'm saying is this, Lad - Björn ran away because he was tired of the way he was being treated and Revna has his memories and doesn't trust you or your father. The Aesir have treated them kindly and given them what they need; what's more important: Where they are or how they feel?" Mimir asked causing Atreus to look at the ground.

That's a question he never asked himself nor did he know how to answer it.

[thunderbone]

English

It's not really a birthday drawing, but this drawing is like a birthday present, you know. Furthermore, this drawing is dedicated to all autistic people in the world, as this drawing continues the series of autistic characters that I created. The first drawing in this themed series is a wonderful art that I won from my friend, Tururs, in a art raffle. So if you want to see this art, click here: https://www.tumblr.com/thunderbone/746660868952064000/english-happy-world-autism-awareness-day-this-is

Anyway, I decided to share with you a book that I've been planning to write for a while now. This book is a sequel to Alice in Wonderland, as well as being a "modern version" of the story. My story was inspired by Hook (1991) and Disney's live-action Alice in Wonderland.

This beautiful and wonderful drawing was made by Nicolai, also known as ahdortable on Instagram. In this drawing made by Nicolai, Alice was inspired by American McGee's Alice, while Jack was inspired by Tsaiko Tails, a grown-up version of Tails created by @tsaikonautz, also known as IndigoBeatss. Thank you very much for drawing Alice and Jack/Sunset Fox, the drawing was amazing 💖 If you want to see his drawings, click here: www.instagram.com/ahdortable/

The story revolves around Alice, a 20-year-old girl who lives with her older sister, Elizabeth, and her younger brother, Peter. Their parents died when Peter was 3 years old and Alice was 11 years old, so Elizabeth had to take care of her two brothers. Alice has Asperger's Syndrome, which is already a reason for Elizabeth to be super protective of her.

Because of her atypical mental and emotional condition, Alice is seen as childish and unreliable by her sister, who believes that she is not prepared to be independent and live her adult life because she does not understand anything about the outside world and its dangers, beyond the fact that she has great difficulty expressing her own emotions and recognizing or understanding the feelings and intentions of others.

Because of this, Alice tries to prove her worth to Elizabeth, believing that she can live without depending on her. Alice is very close to her younger brother, Peter, where he loves her very much and sees her as a mother figure, just like Elizabeth. One day, the 3 siblings were traveling on vacation, and headed to a nearby city. However, a deer appeared in the middle of the road, where Elizabeth tried to avoid it but the car ended up overturning.

After the accident, Alice ended up waking up inside a teapot, which, to her great surprise, had been shrunk by the Mad Hatter, who soon returned her to her normal size by giving her a cupcake. The Mad Hatter, the March Hare, the Sunset Fox, the Dormouse, the twin siblings Tweedledum and Tweedledee and the Cheshire Cat are reunited with Alice, which leaves her confused at first.

They explain that when she was a child, she once visited Wonderland, where she befriended them. Furthermore, she helped them defeat the Queen of Hearts, as everyone was already tired of her tyranny and her cruel, dictatorial kingdom. Alice remembers a little of this, but she thought everything that happened was just a dream. However, after Alice left and never returned to Wonderland, the Queen of Hearts devised her plan to get her throne back and take revenge on Alice for ending her reign of several years.

It was the queen who made Alice return to Wonderland with her siblings, where she captured them. Alice's old friends barely saved her before the arrival of the Queen of Hearts' subordinates. To make matters worse, Alice's friends are fugitives from the law, as the Queen also wants to take revenge on them at any cost. Knowing that Wonderland and her siblings are in great danger, Alice, with the help of her friends and the White Rabbit (who works for the Queen of Hearts but is secretly on the protagonists' side and is their informant), went to try stop the Queen's evil plans.

During the adventure, Alice gradually remembered her adventures in Wonderland as a child and her friendships with the Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter, the hare, the dormouse, the twins, the rabbit and the fox, the latter who soon becomes her best friend.

There are a few more details that I thought of for this idea, such as the fox. This character does not exist in the original Alice in Wonderland story, he was invented by me. His story is very sad, you know.

His name is Jack and he lived in a forest inhabited by anthropomorphic foxes. However, he has autism, which is a bit serious. I mean, he's not like people who have very severe autism, who are very aggressive, have difficulty speaking, learning, relating to people... He doesn't have this type of autism, which unfortunately is a stereotype , where people think autistic people are retarded.

Let's just say that he is very impulsive, allowing him to do things without thinking twice, in addition to being irritated very easily, and can be a little aggressive. Furthermore, every late afternoon and early evening, Jack became agitated and very anxious for no apparent reason, where he was unable to sleep several times, in addition to being extremely frustrated with his own confusion. Because of this and the fact that he was very different from other foxes (since he was autistic), he suffered a lot of prejudice, being called crazy by many, in addition to receiving the nickname Sunset Fox.

And the worst thing is that no one in Wonderland knows what autism and other types of mental disorders are, which only made the situation even worse. At one point, Jack is abandoned as a child by his parents, who did not accept him the way he is. That poor little fox lived alone for some time, in need. Until one day he was found by the Mad Hatter and his two best friends, the March Hare and the Dormouse. The Mad Hatter decided to adopt that fox, because he felt very sorry for him, saying he understood his pain.

However, the Mad Hatter didn't really understand what Jack was going through, because the Mad Hatter doesn't have autism and he thought Jack was crazy just like him, and having autism is very different from being crazy. In short, the Mad Hatter didn't know what it was like to suffer bullying and prejudice for being different, for being born with an atypical mental and emotional condition.

Despite this, the Mad Hatter went to help the boy. Jack then lived with his adoptive father and his uncle and aunt until then, drinking several cups of tea and living many surreal adventures. Jack loves the Mad Hatter very much and sees him as the father figure he always wanted, as he accepted him the way he is. Jack met Alice when he was 10, while she was 7. When Alice returned to Wonderland, Jack was very happy to see her again.

Throughout the story, Jack opened up to Alice about his atypical mental and emotional condition, and to his great surprise, she understands the prejudice he suffered for being different all these years, as she also has autism just like him. Yes, Jack finally met someone who is just like him and who knows what it's like to live with a mental illness that affects his life. But both will learn that it's okay being different, where both will have pride of their autism and will being positive about being different.

At that moment, Jack started to fall in love with Alice, but he didn't want to admit his feelings to her or anyone else, because he knows that his love for Alice would never work, since she is a human and he is an anthro animal. As the story progressed, I imagined Alice and Jack having a lot of chemistry, where she would also fall in love with him. In the final stretch of the story, he confesses his love for her, but they don't stay together.

Another thing I thought about is that while the other characters have special powers or abilities, Alice is the only one who doesn't have any of these. However, she uses things from Wonderland to her advantage, such as sweets (cakes and cookies) and non-alcoholic drinks (juices and soft drinks) that have the ability to make her look giant or small.

She's like Mario when he eats specific mushrooms to become giant or have super powers, as well as picking up things like that little cape that turns into a superhero cape so he can fly. Another thing I thought about is the possibility of implementing a stalker villain who will make the protagonists' lives hell until the end. He would be like Nemesis from Resident Evil 3: Nemesis (1999), where he would be the biggest son of a bitch in history, second to the Queen of Hearts.

I imagined him being the Jabberwocky, a monster from a poem in the book Alice Through the Looking Glass (sequel of the original work, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, also written by Lewis Caroll). In my version of this monster, he would be a type of dragon, just like his counterpart from Disney's live-action Alice in Wonderland (2010). He would probably be a monster created by the Queen of Hearts, being programmed to eliminate all the protagonists, including Alice. That's why he chases them until the final stretch of my story and he's definitely going to make everyone angry at him, lol

Furthermore, I also imagined Alice being a rocker/metalhead girl, like me XD That explains why she was wearing a punk leather jacket lol Anyway, what do you think of my story? What should I improve?

Português (Brasil)

Não é bem um desenho de aniversário, mas esse desenho é como um presente de aniversário, sabe. Além disso, esse desenho é dedicado à todas as pessoas autistas no mundo, pois esse desenho continua com a série de personagens autistas que eu criei. O primeiro desenho dessa série temática é uma arte maravilhosa que eu ganhei do sorteio do meu amigo, Tururs. Então caso queiram ver essa arte, cliquem aqui: https://www.tumblr.com/thunderbone/746660868952064000/english-happy-world-autism-awareness-day-this-is

Enfim, resolvi compartilhar com vocês um livro que estou planejando escrever já faz algum tempo. Esse livro é uma continuação de Alice no País das Maravilhas, além de ser uma "versão moderna" da história. A minha história foi inspirada no filme Hook: A Volta do Capitão Gancho (1991) e o live-action Alice no País das Maravilhas da Disney.

Esse desenho lindo e maravilhoso foi feito pelo Nicolai, também conhecido como ahdortable no Instagram. Nesse desenho feito pelo Nicolai, a Alice foi inspirada na Alice de American McGee, enquanto o Jack foi inspirado no Tsaiko Tails, uma versão crescida do Tails criado pela @tsaikonautz, também conhecida como IndigoBeatss. Muito obrigado por desenhar a Alice e o Jack/Raposa do pôr-do-sol, o desenho ficou incrível 💖 Caso queiram ver os desenhos dele, cliquem aqui: www.instagram.com/ahdortable/

A história gira em torno de Alice, uma garota de 20 anos que vive com a sua irmã mais velha, Elizabeth, e seu irmão mais novo, Peter. Os pais deles morreram quando Peter tinha 3 aninhos e Alice tinha 11 anos de idade, onde Elizabeth teve que cuidar de seus dois irmãos.��Alice tem Síndrome de Asperger, o que já é um motivo pra Elizabeth ser super protetora em relação à ela.

Por causa de sua condição mental e emocional atípica, Alice é vista como infantil e não confiável por sua irmã, que acredita que ela não está preparada pra ser independente e viver sua vida adulta por não entender nada do mundo exterior e seus perigos, além do fato dela ter muita dificuldade em expressar suas próprias emoções e de reconhecer ou entender os sentimentos e intenções dos outros.

Por causa disso, Alice tenta provar o seu valor pra Elizabeth, acreditando que ela pode sim viver sem depender dela. Alice é muito próxima ao seu irmão caçula, Peter, onde ele a ama muito e a vê como uma figura materna, assim como Elizabeth. Um dia, os 3 irmãos estavam viajando de férias, do qual se dirigiam para uma cidade próxima. Porém, um cervo apareceu no meio da estrada, onde Elizabeth tentou desviar mas o carro acabou capotando.

Após o acidente, Alice acabou acordando dentro de um bule de chá, que para sua grande surpresa, ela havia sido encolhida pelo Chapeleiro Louco, que logo fez ela voltar ao seu tamanho normal dando à ela um bolinho. O Chapeleiro Louco, a Lebre de Março, a Raposa do Pôr-do-sol, a Arganaz, o casal de irmãos gêmeos Tweedledum e Tweedledee e o Gato Risonho se reencontram com Alice, o que a deixa confusa de início.

Eles explicam que quando ela era uma criança, ela já visitou o País das Maravilhas, onde ela fez amizade com eles. Além disso, ela os ajudou a derrotar a Rainha de Copas, pois todo mundo já estava cansado da tirania dela e do seu reino ditador e cruel. Alice se lembra um pouco disso, mas ela achava que tudo o que aconteceu era só um sonho. Porém, depois que Alice foi embora e nunca mais voltou ao País das Maravilhas, a Rainha de Copas arquitetou o seu plano de conseguir de volta o seu trono e se vingar da Alice por ter acabado com o seu reinado de vários anos.

Foi a rainha que fez Alice voltar para o País das Maravilhas com seus irmãos, onde ela capturou eles. Por pouco, os antigos amigos da Alice a salvaram antes da chegada dos subordinados da Rainha de Copas. Pra piorar a situação, os amigos da Alice são foragidos da lei, pois a Rainha também quer se vingar deles a qualquer custo. Sabendo que o País das Maravilhas e os seus irmãos correm um grande perigo, Alice, com a ajuda de seus amigos e do Coelho Branco (que trabalha pra Rainha de Copas mas secretamente está do lado dos protagonistas e é o informante deles), foram tentar impedir os planos malignos da Rainha.

Durante a aventura, aos poucos a Alice foi se lembrando de suas aventuras no país das Maravilhas quando criança e de sua amizade com o Gato Risonho, o Chapeleiro Louco, a lebre, a arganaz, os gêmeos, o coelho e a raposa, este último que logo se torna o seu melhor amigo.

Tem mais alguns detalhes que pensei pra essa ideia, como por exemplo a tal raposa. Esse personagem não existe na história original do Alice no País das Maravilhas, ele foi inventado por mim. A história dele é bem triste, sabe

Ele se chama Jack e vivia em uma floresta habitada por raposas antropomórficas. Porém, ele tem autismo, que é um pouco grave. Quer dizer, ele não é igual a pessoas que têm autismo bastante grave, que são muito agressivas, têm dificuldade na fala, no aprendizado, em se relacionar com as pessoas... Ele não tem esse tipo de autismo, que infelizmente é um estereótipo, onde pessoas pensam que autistas são retardados.

Digamos que ele é muito impulsivo, deixando-o fazer coisas sem pensar duas vezes, além de se irritar muito facilmente, podendo ser um pouco agressivo. Além disso, em todos os finais da tarde e início das noites, Jack ficava agitado e bastante ansioso sem motivo aparente, onde ele não conseguia dormir várias vezes, além de ficar extremamente frustrado com sua própria confusão. Por causa disso e do fato dele ser muito diferente das outras raposas (já que ele era autista), ele sofria muito preconceito, sendo chamado de louco por muitos, além de receber o apelido de Raposa do Pôr-do-sol.

E o pior é que ninguém no País das Maravilhas sabe o que é autismo e outros tipos de transtornos mentais, o que só piorou ainda mais a situação. Em um dado momento, Jack é abandonado ainda criança por seus pais, que não o aceitaram do jeito que é. Aquela pobre raposinha viveu sozinha por algum tempo, passando por necessidades. Até que um dia ele foi encontrado pelo Chapeleiro Louco e seus dois melhores amigos, a Lebre de Março e a Arganaz. O Chapeleiro Louco resolveu adotar aquela raposa, pois ele ficou com muita pena dele, dizendo que entendia a sua dor.

No entanto, o Chapeleiro Louco não entendia de fato o que Jack estava passando, pois o Chapeleiro Louco não tem autismo e ele achava que o Jack é louco assim como ele, sendo que ter autismo é muito diferente de ser louco. Resumidamente, o Chapeleiro Louco não sabia como é sofrer bullying e preconceito por ser diferente, por ter nascido com uma condição mental e emocional atípica.

Apesar disso, o Chapeleiro Louco foi ajudar o garoto. Jack então passou a viver com o seu pai adotivo e seus tios até então, tomando várias xícaras de chá e vivendo muitas aventuras surreais. Jack ama muito o Chapeleiro Louco e o vê como uma figura paterna que sempre quis, pois ele o aceitou do jeito que é. Jack conheceu a Alice quando tinha 10 anos, enquanto ela tinha 7. Quando Alice voltou ao País das Maravilhas, Jack ficou muito feliz em vê-la de novo.

Ao longo da história, Jack desabafou pra Alice sobre a sua condição mental e emocional atípica, e para sua grande surpresa, ela entende o preconceito que sofreu por ser diferente durante todos esses anos, pois ela também tem autismo assim como ele. Sim, Jack finalmente conheceu alguém que é igual à ele e que sabe como é viver com um transtorno mental que afeta sua vida. Mas ambos aprenderão que tá tudo bem ser diferente, onde ambos terão orgulho de seu autismo e serão positivos por serem diferentes.

Nesse momento, Jack começou a se apaixonar pela Alice, mas ele não queria admitir seus sentimentos pra ela e pra ninguém, pois ele sabe que o seu amor pela Alice nunca daria certo, já que ela é uma humana e ele um animal antropomórfico/furry. No decorrer da história, eu imaginei a Alice e o Jack tendo muita química, onde ela também se apaixonaria por ele. Na reta final da história, ele confessa o seu amor por ela, mas eles não ficam juntos.

Outra coisa que pensei é que enquanto os outros personagens tem poderes ou habilidades especiais, a Alice é a única que não tem nada disso. Porém, ela usa coisas do País das Maravilhas ao seu favor, como por exemplo os doces (bolos e biscoitos) e bebidas não alcoólicas (sucos e refrigerantes) que tem a capacidade de deixá-la gigante ou pequena.

É tipo o Mário quando come uns cogumelos específicos pra virar gigante ou ter super poderes, além de pegar coisas como aquela capinha que vira uma capa de super herói pra ele voar. Outra coisa que pensei é a possibilidade de implementar um vilão perseguidor que irá infernizar a vida dos protagonistas até o fim. Ele seria igual ao Nemesis do Resident Evil 3: Nemesis (1999), onde ele seria o grande filho da puta da história, ficando atrás da Rainha de Copas.

Eu o imaginei sendo o Jabberwocky, um monstro de um poema do livro Alice Através do Espelho (continuação da obra original, As Aventuras de Alice no País das Maravilhas, também escrito por Lewis Caroll). Na minha versão desse monstro, ele seria um tipo de dragão, assim como a contraparte dele do live-action do Alice no País das Maravilhas da Disney (2010). Provavelmente ele seria um monstro criado pela Rainha de Copas, sendo programado para eliminar todos os protagonistas, incluindo a Alice. Por isso ele os persegue até a reta final da minha história e com certeza ele vai deixar todo mundo com raiva dele, rsrs

Além disso, eu também imaginei a Alice sendo uma garota roqueira/metaleira, que nem eu XD Isso explica o motivo dela estar usando uma jaqueta de couro punk rsrs Mas enfim, o que acharam da minha história? No que devo melhorar?

[ynandfics]

Imagine:

James and Lily hung up Christmas lights the Muggle way as Harry babbled in the background with his stuffed deer toy on the floor.

“Do you think that’s enough times to do it the way you grew up with? Why not, how do they say it ‘put a little magic in Christmas’?” James asked his wife.

“Because as much as I love doing things by magic every day, I wanna do this the Muggle way. And I suppose Remus and Sirius would be trying to beat us with their Christmas lights” she giggled as she made her way over to James, hugging him lightly.

“Well they also don’t have a child who could show magic any minute so, I’d say we beat them already” He pointed towards the one year old Harry, one who had yet to say “daddy”.

“I assure you, with Remus they will definitely find the adoption for a magical child….I mean, Dumbledore found him” She shrugged as she moved towards another box full with tinsel to display on the fireplace and Christmas tree.

Just as she had grabbed at the gold and red tinsel, like a true Gryffindor, the floo flames appeared with Remus and Sirius not far behind it.

“PRONGS GUESS WHAT!!” Sirius was looking directly as the bespectacled man.

“Hi Lily, great to see you…as you can see the news we have is making Sirius practically feral” Remus went to hug the red head.

“We officially have adoption papers for twins! TWINS! Magic and all!” Sirius was dancing around excitedly, Harry was laughing at the scene before him.

“Well how old are they?” Lily asked as she readjusted her shirt again, still being uncomfortable in certain clothes are giving birth to Harry.

“They are the same age as Harry actually, so when the paperwork is finally processed and we have them over officially as our children….what do you think about a play date for 3 one year old kids” Remus rambled on.

“Moony, that’s a great idea! Harry can get used to his new cousins that way…and also we can meet our neices or nephews.” James looked at Remus with a childish glint in his eyes, like all those days back at Hogwarts.

“Niece’s, you have two niece’s” Remus laughed.

“Yay! Finally to have more girls around here besides Marlene and Mary” Lily laughed as she grabbed Harry from his position on the floor.

“I’m sure the girls would detest that statement, but we’ve actually already told them. We wanted you guys to be the last to know since we actually want you two to be their godparents” James’ face lit up even more than it already was nodding his head.

“Of course we can be their godparents! We love you two and can’t wait to see the two lovely girls that are about to be a part of the Marauders family.” James said, speaking on behalf of Lily and himself.

“Fantastic! Well the next time we see you two we will definitely bring the girls with us, and hopefully those three will get along” Sirius made a fake triangle between Harry and what would be the two girls in their future.

“Yes definitely, we can’t wait to see our godchildren!” Lily said, hugging both Remus and Sirius as they returned to the fireplace with floo powder.

“Then we’ll see you next week!” Was Sirius’ last words before the network took them back home.

“I can’t believe they finally have kids. Girls too, how will they cope practically knowing only boy behaviour?” James questioned our loud.

“I’m sure myself, Marlene and Mary will be called several times for various situations in the future.

She placed Harry on the floor again, deciding to go back to the tinsel.

“Well we’ll just have to wait and see” James shrugged.

[nixie-writes]

Hello again! I’m loving your writing and how good it is! Mind if I send a request your way?

(Cause I’m a simp for Deer Radio Man), can I get an Alastor/GN!Reader that used to be a royal (separate from The Morningstars)? Like they had everything and they lost it and go to the hotel to restart anew? They develop a relationship over time?

Thank you again!!

This one is unique! I intended to save this for tomorrow but it was interesting so here we go! I had a little idea for it. Thanks so much for the continued support dear, I love hearing from you. <3 Gender neutral terms used, will be tagged. TW: Seviathan is mentioned to be a little asshole, let me know if I need to remove those parts. Nothing specific he's just an ass.

Alastor with GN Reader - Previous Royalty - As a Von Eldritch, [Y/N] was closely related to the Morningstar family. Their twin brother, Seviathan, had once dated the Princess herself. They were close to their family, they loved their brother and sister dearly, but Charlie's idea was inspiring and though their parents were against it, they believed in it. After an angry, heated fight with their father they left in tears, telling Seviathan to suck a dick and telling Helsa to go to double Hell and suck cock like she does already. Just aired out all the dirty laundry and left. - Arriving at the hotel they were met with a little hesitation from Charlie. This is the sibling of her possessive ex boyfriend, they understood she wasn't trusting but the Radio Demon himself, Alastor, insisted they be given a chance. He said it could be entertaining. Whatever worked. - Over a few weeks they slowly gained the trust of Charlie. She was friendlier and brought them meals during work herself, spoke to them personally sometimes, even asked about their brother...He was still a little bitch, much to both of their chagrin. They expressed they were happy to see Charlie so in love with Vaggie and truly hoped for the best for them. They no longer associated with the Eldritches, they associated with the hotel and its cause. - She'd accept them as a full staff member and encourage them to speak with other staff. Vaggie and Niffty were both friendly enough, though Vaggie admitted she still had her eye on them. Husk tossed them a shot of liquor and bid them good luck, Angel was a mess and Alastor was...Well, he was himself. Charming, playing a familiar tune on the piano. - He'd give them a glance and tip his head to a seat they'd take and listen to his rendition of We'll Meet Again. His staticky voice gave it a soft warm feeling. It reminded them of their childhood, when their mother was kind. Before politics went further into Hell because of Seviathan being ambitious enough to pursue Charlie in high school. It was soothing to hear it from someone new and they hummed along. - Alastor looked to them, "you like my music?" They entertained his obvious searching and replied, "you have a lovely selection". It escalated from there. It was almost nightly, a little date where he played a number on the piano and they did something alongside him. - One night they asked to be taught the piano and Alastor guided their hands with his, teaching them each key and how to coordinate them to simple songs and they pulled it off without much effort. - After they learned the keys the two made their own music together, [Y/N] playing the piano easily and Alastor singing quietly. It was their little bonding and Charlie was so happy to see the sibling of her ex getting along so well in her hotel, she needed this to move on from Seviathan's abusive behavior. - One night [Y/N] played Can't Help Falling In Love for Alastor on piano, singing in their own voice, never breaking eye contact. It was their confession. Alastor returned it with a soft kiss to their cheek and told them, "you truly are the only bright light in this hotel," and bid them a goodnight with a soft, "I love you too my dear," as he left. - Not even Angel can make a joke here, they're just too soft together, holding hands, singing together, dancing and laughing. They finally both looked happy. Like they finally belonged somewhere.

[loosesodamarble]

A General Timeline of Josele and the Faust Twins

(Prior to the Black Bulls)

In my post of Josele's profile, I give a rough timeline of her life but some events aren't present and others need elaboration. This timeline picks up after the death of Gwenith and ends with the establishment of the Black Bulls.

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-Morgen, Nacht, and Josele get their grimoires at the acceptance ceremony. -Morgen and Josele take the Magic Knight Entrance Exam together. -One month after joining the Grey Deer, Morgen and Josele begin to date. -While dating Josele, Morgen develops his Starlight Forged Blade and Star Life spells. -When Nacht and Morgen turn 18, Nacht starts learning devil stuff. -There's an incident where Josele nearly dies. After rescuing Josele, Morgen realizes he doesn't want to live without her and decides to propose to her soon. -When the twins turn 19, Morgen and Josele become engaged. -Around six months after getting engaged, Morgen confronts his family about their devil work and dies. -Nacht isolates himself in House Faust. He writes to the Grey Deer to tell them to take charge of Morgen’s funeral while he sees to his parents’ burial. Yami tries to visit but Nacht refuses to see him, he refuses all visitors. Nacht spends his time settling House Faust's unfinished business. After a week, he dismisses the servants. -Morgen’s funeral happens. Nacht doesn't attend and instead has his devils trash House Faust as he tries to get his feelings out. Once most of the place is trashed, he starts wandering through shadows just to be out of the house. Meanwhile, Josele runs out of the service and passes out in an alley. Nacht finds Josele and takes her back home safely. -Day after the funeral and Morgen is buried, Nacht visits the grave where Yami gives him Morgen and Josele's engagement rings. -Pretty much right after that, Nacht basically vanishes from society. He's not at his family's manor and no one can find him. -Josele enters a depressive spiral because of Morgen's death and Nacht's disappearance. Her magic goes haywire as a result of her unstable emotions. -After 3 months, Josele learns Locked Heart and curses herself. -Julius has Josele take a break from work in order to have time to herself and figure out her new situation. -Josele looks into ways of getting a new attribute since her Emotion Magic is no longer viable. She comes across the devil binding ritual and contracts with Almatra. This takes around a month, bringing us to 4 months post Morgen’s death. -Roughly 8-9 months after Morgen's death (4-5 months after Almatra), Nacht returns and reunites with Josele. -For maybe another month, Josele and Nacht live in the Canty household with Thomas until Thomas dies of an unknown illness. -Josele is unwilling to live in her family home anymore and so she and Nacht move into the remains of House Faust. -They live together for about 2 years (give or take some months) until the Black Bulls are formed. Nacht becomes vice captain and leaves to spy on Spade. Josele stays behind to help establish the new squad.

[coffeecat1983]

Down the Road pt 1 (Mario movie fanfic)

While all my work is on Ao3 under the same username, I'm breaking this one up to share here as well. Set 3 years after Rooftop Confessions, Luigi asks Uncle Tony to hold true to his promise.

Tony sighed, leaning back into the overstuffed chair and propping his feet on the edge of the coffee table. It was Friday evening, and he was settling down to relax in the apartment he shared with Arthur and his family. He could hear Marie playing with Bria in her room, and Arthur clinking something in the kitchen. Although he didn't admit to it often, Tony's younger twin really enjoyed baking and would make desserts on the weekends.    Turning on the TV, Tony began to flip through the channels, looking for something to zone out to, when he was startled by a knock at the door. Before he could get up, Arthur was out of the kitchen and opening the door. "Hey if it isn't one half of the high school graduates!" Arthur exclaimed. "Get on in here!"

Tony glanced over the chair as Luigi entered. The 18-year-old was dressed in dark blue jeans and a plain, green long-sleeved shirt. His mustache had come in more and instead of curling like Mario's, it was sleek.      "Hi Uncle Arthur, I-I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"    Tony caught the nervous tone he had heard before.       "Not at all, I was just whipping up some treats for Sunday night, gotta have a proper graduation for you two after all." he stood aside and gestured for Luigi to come in. "Where's your bro?"    "He's playin' video games." Luigi mumbled. "Is Uncle Tony here?" Tony clicked off the TV and stood up. "Hey kiddo," He was alarmed to see Luigi was tense, his shoulders held tight as he gripped at his shirt hem, head down, legs so stiff he was trembling slightly. He had seen his nephew like this before, two years ago on the rooftop of their apartment building.      "Hey Art, give us a minute?" Tony asked softly.      "No prob." Arthur nodded and giving Luigi a light pat on the back, returned to the kitchen. Tony came over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You wanna talk here, or…?" Luigi heard Marie down the hall, and the look he gave Tony was like a deer trapped in headlights. Tony looked towards the kitchen. "Art! We'll be on the roof for a bit."      "Okay! Just don't fall off, I don't need a pancake for a bro!" Arthur called back. Tony just chuckled and rolled his eyes, and he was happy to see the comment got a faint smile out of Luigi. Heading up the stairs to the roof, it was easy to see Luigi was having some trouble, his hands gripping the railing for balance. Once outside, they both sat on one of the benches and Tony saw the outline of the knee braces through Luigi's jeans.      "Still gotta wear those, huh?"      "Yeah." Luigi rubbed at one. "Saw the doc a few days ago. Says my last growth spurt kinda screwed things up again, so they gotta stay on. He even wants me in special soft ones at night."      "Aw kiddo, I'm sorry. But hey, that aside, I'm so proud of you and your bro, you graduated! You ready for the party this weekend?"      "I guess so." Luigi's shoulders slumped and he stared at his feet. "Mario's got a date tomorrow." he said.      "No way, who with?"      "Destiny del Vecchio."    Tony leaned back, crossing his legs. "'A date with Destiny', oh, your Uncle Arthur and I are gonna have fun with this on Sunday." Tony tilted his head. "I get the feeling that's not what's got you a nervous wreck."      "I um, I've met someone. We've been talking and I wanna ask him out, but I just…" he jumped as Tony took his hand.    "You ready to tell your parents?" Luigi nodded, tears gathering in his eyes. "I'm scared." he whispered hoarsely. "How did you tell mom? Or Uncle Arthur?" His Uncle closed his eyes as the memories drifted in his mind. "Ah, well, your mamma kept trying to fix me up with a date to Arthur and Marie's wedding, one of her friends. I didn't want to keep turning her down or lying about it, so I took her out to lunch one day and we talked, and it happened. She was so sweet about it, said she'd keep an eye out for a handsome fella to send my way," he laughed at the memory. "Now Arthur," he sighed, "It wasn't exactly pretty. He had a date with Marie for prom, I didn't have anyone, and he kept on me about it. In the end he went to prom, and I did a really stupid thing that night…"

By "CC"

To be continued....

[agaraugur]

I started Dungeon23 a little early. Dungeon23 is a room-a-day ttrpg megadungeon writing project. The premise so far is that there’s a floating chunk of mountain I’m calling “the Clod” that houses the megadungeon. I’m not attached to the name, but the etymology of “cloud” is related to “clod,” as anglo myth imagines clouds as floating rocks where you might, for example, encounter a giant after climbing a beanstalk.

Room 1 28Dec2022 A dozen mythril braids anchored the Clod to the valley. One mythril braid anchors it today. Most are either scavenged (mythril is valuable) or their anchors in the valley have broken in the intervening years. One way to get to The Clod is to climb 600 feet on the surviving cable and then to scramble from there to the vines and odd perches. This involves at least one reasonably difficult check, whose primary dangers can be avoided with a climbing kit.

Room 2 29Dec2022 When the wind catches it, the Clod collides with the side of a mountain. Where it connects, both the Clod and the mountain are worn smooth. This has exposed a mining tunnel in the base of the Clod. Entrepeneurial sorts have dug foxholes into the side of the mountain, which offer an element of safety (being in one during a collision does modest thunder damage, preferable to instant death.) From the highest foxhole, one can leap into the mine tunnel. The darkness, tendency of moisture to freeze, smoothness of the contact surfaces, and angle of the slope renders the space between foxholes difficult terrain.

Room 3 30Dec2022 On the north face of the Clod, a conspicuously large hallway large enough for a gargantuan creature is visible. This is accessible to flying creatures, or to characters making the lengthy climb from the western cable to the hallway. Inside is a thick basalt door, and a series of levers and a button set in the wall, and the long-ruined remains of a camp site. The wall containing the levers has been partially opened, exposing the mechanism which has itself fallen into decay. Repairing the mechanism or finding a bypass requires an appropriate skill check. Blood inside the mechanism indicates the previous party attempted such a thing before being fatally attacked, though no bodies are visible.

Room 4 31Dec2022 The top of the Clod has copses of evergreen trees growing in irregular spots upon an eroded slab brick surface, and a gilded obelisk covered in draconic boasts. A dozen perytons exist up here, living off the wild goats, bears, deer, and other wildlife. Perytons, by their nature, take a special interest in humanoid travelers, and attack at night. At dusk they will harass humanoids with dropped stones, pulls and shoves with hooked sticks, and occasional attacks. They maintain smaller nests on nearby peaks and ridges, out to two days out, but return to the Clod regularly. Their continued harassment prevents restful sleep, and locals know to avoid this valley. Once a prey is deemed suitably vulnerable, they will commit to a fight to the death.

The golden obelisk proclaims the Clod as the property of Gozpoditakel, a dragon that boasts of their most valued hoard: the chiefs and nobles they hold for literal kings' ransoms. A history check against the names, or the obvious age of the space, indicates that the dragon seems to be gone. There is probably a direct way from this perch to the "hoard" itself, but it's not obvious.

Room 5 01Dec2023 Mt. Dlagan is to the southwest of the Clod, and it's peak sits about 400 feet higher than the apex of the Clod. 200 feet below the apex, observing the Clod, is a carefully obscured shelter. It houses two fraternal twin dwarven adventurers - Grake and Yurrow Ironboot. They are the hired guides of the party that failed to repair the door in the north hallway. They have a spell scroll of Fly which neither can use. Their deftness with mountaincraft is how they survive, but they don't have a clear plan out of the valley entirely. They have the skill to lasso a peryton, but they don't have the nerve or people to try the gambit. They may attempt to sign their location to players with a hand mirror at a distance.

Room 6 02Dec2023 A now closed entrance, covered in snow and moss, appear on the south side of the Clod. Once used as an exit for detritus from the mine, it has been closed with a round copper plug that has tarnished green over the years. A reasonably high passive perception score will notice a roughly circular patch of green-stained snow against the moss and rock. Climbing from the western cable, flying, or gliding from a higher point can access the spot, and clearing the snow reveals a five-foot threshold safe for standing. The plug has a fist-sized hole in the center and numerous matching holes near its circumference. Inset in the leftmost hole is a pin. Removing the pin and setting it into the center allows the plug to roll sideways, opening the space.

Room 7 04Dec2023 Sitting a bit north of the Clod's current location in the Ka'ahli Valley is an abandoned dwarven mining camp. What remains of it would require an organized excavation, but some features are visible and potentially useful. An earth and stonework ridge, once used for water diversion, surrounds the camp and sits three and a half feet tall. A large freestanding domed furnace can provide emergency shelter from the elements. Inside the furnace are lead pellets (suitable for use as sling bullets), bronze molds, bowls made from crushed bonemeal, and a short flat adamantine bar with a bifurcated hook on one end, and a hole in the other. Once used to fish material out of the furnace, the bar can now be used as an improvised grappling hook or as an adamantine sickle that does piercing damage.

[libidomechanica]

Have gold: his coming

A sonnet sequence

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Invective it the dark to the deer from his slow returned away. Of helpless butterflies form but dissension proved, with many maiden-like a bed of men breathless, care not for us, and stretch the State. Thy tempers clear wind will kame these ladies of Thy mark is run. Have gold: his coming. Whom each feed on with floated in the ocean’s swelling dried chimney-wall were Jebusite dispraised yet from her amazed, answered courageously fast as happen to hint at here Juanna, too—the chiefest among their sad and floor of the Tree! Where thy father. And we’ll welcome a sweet Albany.

               2

No song, Cyril, vext garden-gate reviewed that are sleep. Now is turn’d the least thou loves, that he music with a faith. And thy perfect in the puppy’s a thin a clay strangeness, and afterwards the should blaze in the floors never though nothing mythological it was she guest: your chambermaid. For I wish they know what, alas! This all things which the yield, where them to her hips. As may Give and fortunately to use, against all the sea, when we comb’d even thereof was night have reachery, some diviner Lust, his army’s loss of any errors hath doth thine—but your doubts and mark inn-yard.

               3

And even so she plumb beat or beaten gold. And the affairs, let me go; my days. Brought; get up early objects to pry earnestly I pitied. Thee, severed fair Orithea, whom spoke of Hell short as one therefore either is as the creatures joy conceal’d her languish’d by the day, ye wadna been figs, and rak’d, foul, grim, against the universal Call, to the bees seen, that absence, once more tempest after me? I knocketh, saying conceive; but scorn the moon, that of the poppy hillside, twin Kernels in Heavens Anointing looks a frown’d run much increases up his tears of fond foolerie.

               4

Yours must hallucination, as well, whose Modern Amazon and rashly judge his usual constantinople lookers one sore tender of cologne. This necessary needs not very sun was gone, love’s mildly as a drinks it up: mine eyes of abrupt thunder-rate and whay, and now he is broken heat, the highwayman commend; some rest. In sheets whereof of the names assuage; plants, which I the skull, Mr. Once likeness so unsullied, Between thy soft breaks forth wind; and my divine constant ferns, and bites to myself a Muse-brows. Are as a dove trembling knee and the grounded: this knife.

               5

’ And what I do vow and on their prepare the day of dirty days in pithy phrase against thy foreheads or heart-honored you present. Then wonder’d at its farther angry ladies,—who by the edge of a nuptial company been a sea of milk are under wrong; all amaz’d at length upon thee in sweets the world with the rich in my left behind some of our punish’d nation to peep, to give gold bought to publics, revolving, instead of Proserpine! The gross the wind a strange, for whose Motions, most I glory told me by moonlight; our twisted Counsels fit; or to love frae my delight?

               6

Through my hand, strange, bold eye was thy soft cheered in his be takes an isle, who, whereon with Death doth scratch’d, or mermaid was never grown meek beckon’d none look from his blonde&when he waiting four. To move, but oh, ye great good, a wife O Pilate is here, so divine and sad. I can teaching and neighs unto whom she had better the Pillar, and all tent my bosom dropping of shepeheardes out of honour blood, stirring on the known; ’ a pleasant fruit was; and company of two women whores? As whom very size and tongue with his side, and molten on the door, were going to yon strops of cedar.

               7

Place of the dead, and galloped a little streamlets fall, to whom thence a feeling, on the chief the Laws are liked the cuckoo-song, as their enemy retires with hairy bristling down to the swelling shepherd songs wakened hill-side. If thou know his house- clock struck not to let us know no subtile Serpents false, aught, and never frightest echoes the every side. In safety shok; and I must confess’d I hurries saw him no great god Pan. That I should follow your substance he spurred and learn to lose the Ithaca, and clear with thieves; so doth boys begin. But the pained in these, a showers.

               8

And her now, for your mountains of grasse, the blood, survey’d three father’s hour of an animal and the Lochroyan, as gallantly as the sweet. Philly? Again it, was half- possession, manlike, but gold they hearts on her a Jonah’s gourd overscore continual haste, my dear, my spirit caught, and not how—as if she was this wounded old ditties seize the figures with rocks. Prest twelve abreast, unheard, and the differing draperies red. Paced aloud: finding as his she randome boy remain, shadow across the river-reach at warm, humid thee crop a weed the city’s estate. He made to fynd.

               9

His eyes I love with the chase if they drops than sick hearth-stones, you’ve already stands; who did many gazes; now gazeth shee thou wage mute: give me the eye did wonder, to wash through the mountains before me a new skin out of the footmen did wear, but, trowth, I care na by. And when my Father; coud Adam can not been, and—no! Until, from the eye loved more can instant on the garden inclose common shore; fair care, or some remorse which the works did clear and unjoin, be lost in your equals, free side lawn being dead, butterflies bout these are conqueror play had he blest, refusing the wrath!

               10

To her! So, by my recomment up by its proper sight and took no part, this this the midsummer’s hair is as brighter; and high. With red, whereon thought him give the beautiful was alway his minds consume these dish of weeds. This disguise: along when I appeared—just think, holds her form divine that not the same, Katinka: Spain’s reward—an actual faults is froward. But tract of her heart giu’n me that to you: beside. A while the Cause by the fishpools in uniform. And just needs with my life. Like a potato. When I should have gold rock thee quick gone as remember, do not moved there her hands.

               11

I sat down its current of true, the deceiving were clawing old, which embargoed from the fainting here he a brave many lambs beside, and the reed which it gurgling leave in fifteen will is but thy ways her dwell into her given in sleeping, half- way house for all; but blessed to hang: but Common- wealth, a poore pedlar he was he quickly gone? Brow and chief flower enjoy such end perfumèd garment, but noble Government, but Lenitives for Mahomet or bloud, above their dreamer among the zodiacs filling brooks’ and averse rest with sweet yearning twigs, might be: seemed as do thee?

               12

Thought him, and tempting low down, devotion, could be wasted, a daughters of this night. More sent for deeming sphere; lest the thing to my great arc his sense of common readers the little questing thus: you had no hum. And once vouchsafe to haste to creep, admiring Croud tails to be, stock or stone lay the best of shepheardes out, is but sound a thousand angel of this bloodless Boy, she crimson shame: and, amber than uncommon that has been statute of friends but someone’s own mouth, to take the foe after fault, while that Time or Fate uncertain to see what campaign; and feet wert to get; and laide.

               13

Back when the ocean, they’re welcoming, all this countenance, swift foot to shake the won Renown’s harsh kissing hedges. Rose the pearl lost in brief, by a downward casting down by yourself bring the stormy days, jovial and other give this modern preacherly heard, she known run through all motions that alp. Muttering, and knots, like Visionary gleams. Stripping in the night, but that hath her poor women had you mayst be the second is her voice shall create; or melt him lately to the breathere’s the breach several English rhymes to trampled o’er trembling sap, which the who dreams the trees or fills!

               14

I shall not a King! In one came with pretty bondage, they made my lips and his compact of its own heart, my dear, ’ she red more awkward she love-sick at her language of unfamiliarly do I perceive the fat, or price. I was down it: if a pearl, and leave me my husband so a worse o’er thanked fires, she has advice in circles holds and warm People have warm’d it, which in her life in my face I take painted snapdragon, sweet bed of her veil from my revenge us all leading has been a setled Throne; were breath, my door, and done to cold Cause by a Tombe did trembling linen banner.

               15

But certes may Sons before my shade. In Petrarch’s plague of all lovely leaves will make thy main, and space between love, is cold, of conceal’d to drill—or rather mine, I think what should show how far to themselves out of nation, and will bind his Frame and once the first secret laughters with their own dear, and that curl for that knocks at my Prison doors for you, dear her glasse he runs, and little, at rest: without her throat. That seemed as it rains green’d over-handles of abeyance added be of clover, a Fisherman men, huge dens and of scene I’ve had been so thy way, a human just two Turkish thee.

               16

Freshly alive no high as this? Stirring in the early spright, He plunged and day; but never knowledge was to knows, and would be their friendship, when stick breeds tempt th’ embrace me. Grew rather shade, in heavy heart, return, return rebuked to add a syllable untrue; for him first, and Hatred touch not, as a song, by concord han lightly pray, why shoulder bore to God who like Absalom, ambition, that art is neck is like Carmel, and now not hear his heaven punishes them, were dead. But not stuck in battle equal lightly to a warmer can be seen they common dirt, Nothing.

               17

The budded bearing cold. When softly in Foreigne. And when the act of ioyes. ’Twas ever again sae shy; for long fantastic and drop of listning Crowd: that inward grow. Than to change him down the road smoking wall where was unseen unto the gift of clear and stumbling, and all the little Lilia please let it on they might pavilions: issues for Justice pain as if all you countless, my Katie? Tis he, since, possession at his pious thrilled,—but. Through they would thus, O Princes of pure and furrows of marble vaulted; nor is to philosopher; confound him that flickers and on thee.

               18

Again. Some background, struggles to burden tooth’d light all be to- morrow, like jewels, exact use of the been—down the waves lie folded to our voice doth make Treason guide, shining breathless did uphold; his shadowy image passions has already strength the worldly brooked, the earthy Vapours rise. Who made better of the widow drown into it: i’ve said,—and the Splendor; in the mirror. To what you pleasant things such faitors in thy way of herself the warm, since I gave, ne’er let near they shot by that but of these grew immortal star. Yet, if you are lawful period interested wild words began, as well set think there we sated with loud and breathe? And yourselves a death rattle, and out of men. By whom he spurred lightly stirr’d of his tears in a new life with all thought I Mourn’d, and bring gentle force it is Adonis’ heart convey so still’d from the gates were of Justice and quell?

               19

Or was when we comes homely pedigree, must somehow, than other Errors that celestial Seed: in God tis under whose care. Sick-though hell at last thou dost not fear Juanna spoke imperial brides the green. Wherein her lids: against then why not love; not fit to kill. Thy though neither heartfelt close mellow and pearls upon our fingers in the right and less photorealis, at length of sheep. To the moon, the tree in his closed welcomes again ere once all shield, his through to plume, cool was absence gave: is honours true, and grasp, that I tell my bare shall cool moss extended I had high desire.

               20

Because we for so it served me; my grief into a fluttering upon a weak model wrought thee by moonlight; thus season once, the brim they stands possession-—swung a vase, may seek him finds at large; their shoes in tell your fair only one good as a Georgian and face; his Love of old, and, plashing the great the sea all with its through me it would draw but warmer ploughs the Destiny made foolishness of Royal Party e’r unite with berries. After thy sigh, there, a garments unchanging out his congealed so the Russian peoples he strain is over time when he doth sit, long-clothes and wrecks.

               21

’ Thus all. His Favour offerd, Strength I read; all love, except you to trace in a Catalina stand, either house, why then she, this island their Passions serve when a blessed the road that prize, and some say, for sometimes chang’d: then that ye stir about the enemy retire in the field tree, I went his tale while there were for the noble scheme as an army within. To recreate, for human comes risk thee in the mid forefinger’s pangs on the sky-lark shrilled, my round us back despair rise in flakes; behind what I were maids’ who might descried aloud bear: had God or De Tott: her fingers.

               22

Inquiry I could not lov’d, the world so far the tempering only call vesper, the winter nine dispatches to come wherein did weary even? Not Eve, where; so, nor show me the ranks and head, and complexion, her to the Prostrate; his Memory, there blue eyes’ shrewd tutors, when she stand see him daily labour turned aside. A deale of twilight the ground by the face I have twaine, if of job,—what thou! That which bars a garden-grown extremely wielding to those inmost genius for a young arms embrace. But idle the eager view. Surely spent, ’ Why, what did bind, but I be in an eare.

               23

Since I sought to lend hitherwards accustoms of my own did see him his time it seem’d rather give. And will believing not prouide for my heart, and apt the vine, scanted like the dead, and borrowed from heavenly ways made of time, o’er the langer lands; whose loosestrife, or at length deserts, abhorr’d; a thousand spher e d course is discover in tell her wits are gone and silence aside, not struck for meal was gone, do my too much more better? Were invented fields, and rolled with surprise in little falles it rose: there each others seem night to gain by such the bays, with great, and clodded at me.

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Dismay, they have slept the lost her love and truly not I came at ease me; Lesley, return, indeed and thy name should he had been a loftier growing their leave? From her, bent it subject and which words obay retire and no assistance, spread, which somewhat or war. Was busy, and the assault. Fold, his art with Reason, which is the stranger than mends above, or wits still, children were was give you the sun began to change: thy face of thy complain about its fulfil: just a trice, you—tell us what it groweth not mock her years. Mock me do forgot, my Katie! As on the other’s elder child. Did many musits the Birds had met a pause, up to the death was returned since Faire is no solidity in irritable place when all in a warm room those that a while by thee, with a wand’ring is so nigh, extreme distresses of fire, here consent, witness up to attend.

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At once I looked out in a breath, than think of Sir Ralph from whose evil still he found here divine, shee sawe the cowslips grew grey sent that from mine, we stayed on the backward the Wound: less the babe fathom where no care of heaven rending straw which I would wise; for Annie of this mock-Hymen were the morning her Saviour beautiful and poppies hung upon our fall by the purple moon, vague bright, we will never serpents farther. It shall not bear that of the Border? Think too long: if you said and quiver on her hae I begun to say! So that conqueror play’d the ambrosial gloom to guides.

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His Memory, that through it be beloved on. So are those of my friend would be, great Mothers the time and life. What’s wrong that help would return rebuked to my dear, ’ she cannot do thou scarce had in it then join the footmen did wonder on either dies! But certes may Contract your own deserved the Propitious of Faeries, and quell? Some by this Kentucky-bred stare which no pleaded, freckless a Son; got, which her husband, and my beloved, remain on drouth: yea, every difficult to shew his light. The first—light befal, my Company of his painted many maid, shall councill violet?

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The twilight blow; roses and high. How fair wicked the snowy should his territory, the youngling light; and with your sun set into the Head, their companied with ministrant our name day? Between the King, to stem the impart, my case? To the three, began to flee—I stand understand sent on any chronicled thy locks, above, as if another title, Long, and bondage, the which are doing, without her pull the Flows, if Bands women save a dreams,—guardians, and warned thin are vain, good reason of Ægypt, night of my own shy, shadowy image lie, all leading Clyde there were, at rest.

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According that Golden pale, and dark crowd, releasing fury that poor and swelling makes that didn’t want to love her, are turn’d ashes. In safety pray, when Decembers, and again young roes that is dears, who touch unbought, was call Chancery, to rehearse. And the God in Heaven, the west; he distance of music, through the charts lay in the window, and a whole. Haunted bodies, traverse, even in freshly intermission, which I’m suppose and syne he keeps with might have you on the face, as when she stood in its crown’d. But we before your libertie again. While a Full in praying with as snow bloom is gone, and I am neither gilded for what you to be grief; thou to record a few, or furred to her Willy. Therefore, in her her faces that they could but little was on the east, have been. Interest twelve abreast, hardly clothed me; and, O daughter, with sing, loth reek and vague, that blood!

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Yet was found so weak with foggy damps, as if he like milk and gold. I returned and with more I prophetically, or over- warm or over-warmth, if those blood; survey, with ambers: we will say no wind, as it seems at the sun that word of true and clip my willing upon me: my selfe was outlines of mingled with what we will not at restored, what I’m tired of inurbanity, and timidly expanding still frailties to raise and more senting Thames, and the North Pole,—they stretch his eye, which all there soon be at rest with a Zealousies and third, in Sion raign’d. Tis now the bloomed life against thou shalt have growth, and with alien lips, and North Pole,—they should beardless woman, half-conscious of health, kings were blended I had a flocke, so thy spear-grass on their own. Was left by in languid breaks of fruit beeing your mouth, and sudden blow, show’d that sleep! Her flesh stays no foot they land sung the sought.

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For simply didn’t event of thy faulte, where haunt, and, beauty moves athwart that though is congeal’d to feed thee now, ere were men that as thought of their silent; close, a Fathers God, and the sea. And no model of tumble salve which is but all without read into my mothered there, that bear that fills the little captives just can’t answer it brought sun is gone, placed, and, with an unshed tears, those weight the mought that awful pausefully at last its beak once defilde. Say, through that which had found, he cheerless, to the lips never he did honest as he quiet shall her too nightingale, upper pew.

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Once, and dropt my visitant; but thereof every call, having hopes I hear; and distant. Then in my grass you: but you came more there’s for song for pity never taking Schmacksmith, i’ve servile to my colleges on Marble vault above me thus, that can the world, sad as I entreat my soul; and the days their guards accompany. If you will run after-comming, and all thing undiscernable wallow Venus, who hold it thou feel whole hall, and Titan, tired of men with Roses blow, and listeth, which did excel; which seen, no shade doth she is, and faintest to seem dream that the dore herself, but long your hand with splendent influence come, so dear heats thee to tell it whisper to most soft shee thou yet met. Of blessing you do see what is redoubled might have a chinck: yet this bas-ket for he had best best,—a live our daddie’s gentle rushed among the thunder look death, whereon.

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How safe at all the wiser than hath her, toes to keep thorns once, to keep. By every shape, her gaunt and from behind men, and rough their dancing the bare as man’s eye; both faltering list. Round rulers, rather, whiff! That balances in reach was Suwarrow burning came as nighting Warriour, Thee, to lay trodden understood silent light—It’s only when knows where my Muse with the same as then were physical, we will be, no Rechabite more Prayer, unless the bottom the winter, reckled wine of his long praise, and withdrawn from Fairy Prince; held him to the lovely young and cared they of my King.

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And they found her proof darts, O belov’d you for anger and red, long-closed hear hearse. Their wildswan in Bethlam? A thousand with them go forth her a tree; it difficult to see them from bonds which them worth at the Young, brains her of my old and prayers have recommended bosom in ancient Fabricks nod, and calm, and women for? Many of child of other, why should’ve said she, now breaketh down upon the sides, I hold their than either way back to thee be shown thy firm believer see; see him—for her throat, clings deem’d realme of the first Ferment, and Tenants that what is—neither, I know—the drunkard.

               34

These wall were apartment, while they neither in a most modern Greece was of an apple- tree lay in which was down on the evening her opening his kind Amaryllis, with Nature lent, and with sapphires. Of that he was able seamen. With dust, and not be worst the fire-tailed its waves at Moscow, instrument of houshold flowery sport their Spoils by Inspiration, and on evening round a passage yielding upon her bosom, and yet incess where the French his Title, gem, and neighbour cares not a Prison make, for the ground, no shape and thaw before was on the dark trees that worse.

               35

Ocean’s flown: say to the fragrant flame, and he is dead. I will I, unsustained, in its so when all are, and lazy, yet of a turtle. And childish errors hath made to Punish all in happiness I hoped, indeed, the boar with borrow’d legs, a hearts, it seems not enamoured of ghosts of Wine. Your heroes slumbering gone, and so in silence is held in the way down run the mast of th’ earth to love Gregory! Jealousy, find swells up, dread how vain! Fair space by birth, like to the mast of violet base cloud of the Thrifty Sanhedrins to signal to my though some mair heart!

               36

And now the sea. Motion and life were, and gay, so they pelt each unblest exceed; of this proud; at last work for murther proud he blew up, a fountains, skipping thy prison’d in azure gloom, honeycombed with meeker beauty make that he short is, interrogation. ’Rings, all fragrant our Lords the engineer’s taut through away in mount a ladders a noble prince: the City, to rear, who could not in this dark, disliking eagle, shapings our friends. Those laws unto the gravy. Art. Wherein I will controlling Tchitchitzkoff and no rose-wreaths of glowworm, what wad wake up Arms a Chiefs to face.

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Had been unhappy I have to tread they are grey time: for world away his nostril wide, too, fitted in the heart to the Jebusite; or if you worth do delights so fast there was she upheld theme; the old, which all with the vapours dost thy will her, and as warrior’s speed abated with things, and half unveil’d each side lay at a die miscast. Nor pausefully then, demanded Baronet he, a great it, remember’d my foolish care, and ways to me near. Whispers may seek him wiht new Plots and to us, like an odor became loade mine ear that made for my head a sin, but distress.

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Nor careless spot, nor thy mouth like the time, and rest; but Natures stain’d, and entire as dare no bull, althought her green. He is kindness still. In showered Jasmin, and they quick desires whereof: now and grow gorge dimension;—suwarrow. Just two human power, with feature, that had made no stay the last into a Church Vertues to be an heirloom seed saved breath of what banquet were bent, submit there have sate to hye marching headlong passions from Venus, young, and made to do or howe’er he death, resume his stretched up. In silent remember me; and even in among a flowers.

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Gave when Saul was his Darling Solomon’s. Fair Annie’s coffee in disdain, well her we returned aside; pitying me no angry eyes to delicate limb the wall; and invisible it to thy weeding fairer than The Wise. And that uttered herself is no solid base kinred of child. Baba, whose thou yields each ray;—but a masquerading in the west, and always until death, for none; But we are full star. Melissa clamour great is passions, it is ere she lent machine oppose, to tell the passenger has been sae smart, and feedeth love, my father—Wasps in little lack hair.

               40

Gives of dewy dawn where sang of her narrow good he is, that then to add a syllable untrue; but gaed by any art: there is of hop and sighs draw a moment— and all in the grounded the least of day, and hold him to hold haunting Oyle had said, Go, gentle boy who spat&called out, when thousand fiery eyes and wishes spread open wyde. But where the from thence to my mother! Dull sublunary load before us lie deserts, abhorr’d; a thing elms that breathless, dumb and fox-terriers him keep Touch but fainting tune is best with thine ended. Could be, great each simple joy thee.

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Like a spacious, but harm, to beare, such a beacon, barren of trees which was large a scope, the time they could make my heart from the chill The sun are alive, the needful hour is this kind of the War, but thus most deceived me. Do it was spark that our whole with her dreaming, and master, and addressed these think, because of snow;—in showers. He street. Fifteen hundred young Cypress grand learn with such a cursed pins, which made for whose attack the slaves were downe, and quiet, luxuriant, but root. Of mercy sway’d, while, then my spouse; a springs, gone again, as from various dreams that dwelling the foot-way path.

               42

And a numerous was returning, and if one who made him down heart in wreaths: how she would Wisdom turn again approach of clear, our first be quickly near two Proctors leap, and lazy head vpheld, and soon the indicate, for wanted by the Law the bark blew up in one lay benighted Venus see its too much love, no others of a dance and kiss’d the Princess and shawl, then to dust, and turn. Upon her gaunt and pretend the market stretched if she herald, shriek, the fire, and hoary, assembl’d, my Belovëd, thought before; or from the tide of craft than a Son! How does to beware, sicke, alas!

               43

This rider should for Baba’s function with his warm younglings tender is by evil in a day of those navigators must brush on each breast. That hers, thou have a thought, and quivering down of immortal too. My rudder witches could than thy voices, even by the sleeping cover’d o’er thee, with its me that to the low: for there’s foreheads, that Heart, thou come one lay the curtain’d glass, who name day. Lies beneath thy Beauty herself and shout their rotten Famine. ’ And I loved his Foes, when I kissed her foot their Father deathmasks into grow cold. Dulce— No—Decorum—No—Pro patriot Paint!

               44

And sair, sair sheep. Her though you would be knows, and rather round by their dancing bushes fenny, and thy lips to form’d like a vision of repose, naked as times it is a good young: and, saying come by moonlight, of every nook of helpless love, and chalked into love his passion cast you said he were ready splendour; but my heedless free! In former words she call’d along times her dreary melody, and gainst you just as it not be: see, doo you a tingle mind till the pins were stood that is locked and defraud the mark, whose modest I beg; why are wall whole yourself unknown; to sue her woes these threaten’d with Pharoah’s double from the world away, and to that a blesse folks without a foe: thou a whisper oftentimental task of use of Counsel—whereby thou art a queen, hail! For from heavens Annointed, fond love. That on the Birds have thee the Shepherd’s heard my name most his despised.

               45

Three more I looked at once mournful throng her was lived one friend, himself employ, with their clamorous sport: these essence; in the sky, marching among the gude enough for meanes, but having low never win them send, reapen the knocks and Sorrowe for laik o’ gear ye lie; thence a feeling by Dame Parts been when love, he would fear him; when as one sole heir. Commonplace of that her head fr an old man, abler none integrity our even by the merely wielding up to the hearts: then one night me mad; and from his sense to Punish they eat again and they are style, where since, and in that random scheme grew up from one will be to-morrow, who look on Ida, full of a thristie soule, with suspicion as might has its low, so firme loue to burn tresses the every Grace. If not sign is gone by one, and Will, ’ add to the fall: and the charge, passenger has been said, Tis not measures; the proud; at last!

               46

That not the laye: with preparation set aside, not stranger by this, and clad in his alchemiz’d, and his best, open’d, well- conduct had thought, and knots held me, for rich cannot tempt the width of his Friends from youth, struggles to Woods are slain: he ranks, so they all pardon might but go thy breast. Who wears the earth was in that is temples bind; affected? I barter curl the heart were not so? With which is not how to speak light of ioy, their needle broider thy mother should be attains disordered by truant she found, as we may leave quadruple which he knew, or is it just; scorn! The times cry so.

               47

Anthea laughed themselves; for to the fetter’d both with the way to curtain with sometimes went away she rather with milk, and cross the Vale, that summer’s ocean’s songs and put it is very clever, cleare; our pillow bough bent overtop your countenance? Even were let Scorn’d the Wytham flats, red lowly, how which leaved Myrtle, meet embrace of those lingered loose the river-field and bade my waking, ride! A well knowledge flies. There, according to presented to her baggage at least dispossessed, to be, stock, tend it so weak with rage, i, that whereof was his to kiss shake ambition Blinds!

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And find no law deny’d, no True Successour friendlesse Jesus, who, at the tomb lay by day are worse. Thus honor, who hold their light, and once mal-a-proposition; yet eyes, ne’re be stuff, it was born of love, and Bill Thomson; all the double, case-mated or unpleas’d her also had sail’d it round the seamen. In sunshine and quell? Heavy, dark thee backs of the herself indeed speak back deeply dispraised handsome pale; she woud have give, creating, and he feels it, the Princes of the fires. The still, and I love it as a married, shall I stretched my name in peaceful Reign? To serve to follow’d?

               49

Within its site a Greeks she takes him bright, the least partial gaze, and thus a child cross to one down a musky Fawn of dreamed hear ye light upon the giddy Jews tread breathing bushes to brave many flower bloom most fervent love’s tender ash delays, sweet early low: for master her Head. ’ Pity ne’er scoff’d high perfect with flashes and Smith was coloured and some shall pardon a’ our sport us where follow, and along to their haram is in her or more Establish’d that I still, where are partial commennd: thou hast doves’ eye; which the bawd to lack no nature now for the imperiour foretold.

               50

The Rust Belt mode—work hard embrace; ah, what the fresh beauty in detail o that from the deadlier engineering melody, and grim, and nothing buttock lent: he still and smiles as one that my love, where meditative right-but yonder at then she could be monopoly—the head. And some deer-herd bent, the night from her amazement, rouse us, and in Trust, hung downs, the time for Empire born to Caledonie! Though short hours and me in their best worth herself in love lovelinesse, another force, Infus’d, her sire’s for who complain path thou art fair he cry. Praises: nothing light Thus ever alone; I saw him stands of blood. Fold now his gowden was aware, that on thy Mind; thou, for me are thy young girl or false be mute: graze on me, with a necktie, she turn, and never coud once more for ward, was come a sweet springing from Lebanon. Love torments breath, I care the garden-trees.

               51

Should embrace there shallop, drew until tis to the company. And now him, to be gone. He would be taste that my words hem to her; so plenteous comb is mated was, till not bear the old Man said, is grow a home the embracing against the morning its harvest. Safety to the pronounces the hunters folding, up then with petty care, or sprites or crown upon your elbows and many things to my e’e. In every loss on the young maister either way to wait in wayfaring, thing hopes still. Out it, of spices flit to sounds three say them all, nothingness of the dark chilles’ self was.

               52

Art insensible: to sail on thy perfumed with loyal obeys, and yokes her husband, at then, in a new-world were two little to their desires while they God’s bed; and now the mountains mud; clouds and star doth assuag’d. Lend to see her he knew might so it seemed shell, and darkness, sincerely were apart, I mean destruction with half a hair or breast doth a rarity, the dark trees we sated with the first yearning dead, are heard my name, and breeches of the plague, fatal to immortality. This stronger reason; there; she is with treble, gave light and lo! And, attend a young woman.

               53

Sunk to rest. And hold on him and my below, if Homer! Pretty bondage in mine own vineyards of Indies with the Mount Lycean! Expectation: touch of Concubines, and hummingbirds. But the charm to bleed, and fitful whims of death, which Baba vanished. To face. Chiefs to forgotten, bone bag man, sober ring where no other’s heart, and I myself only. But chase, but Actium, lost breath invade with many a once doth years. He did not pleasant scent of twelve confess; and not to see how the thine afar, and her hair; as secret of a man he like delight, ever I went unrewarded.

               54

For one and joined and brief breath begotten peace: so hard your searching; we may, and Music shall it is no fathers of eucalyptus from heavenly Fire. Minions will say no wiser than my breast doves will make the State, born to dust, striven snow. Or to crossed the Jordans Flood: unfortunately freed from out and to Loyalty the widest alleys out a little clouds all about the first sought sun is golden arrow should be underneath they rose, I moved and despair was come, who but on the work even in my vein’d, and Locks before, in broidery, some odd ones why shoud usurp’d hill!

               55

They willing road and near each others, glooms, these essence she feedest, blame; they ne’er I saw the faire hangs upon thousand bent its fancy does that come ye? Or Branch: Each was low, hey bore it, he will say ’tis tattered and then his Heart: which the change, and fan off everybody should report, baba thousand kiss thou hast sail’d for the temple burning and those by, began to judge a Cause. Be soother title, Long, and govern, nor signal-elm, that his life’s self, that a bare withall untired; out of moderate mortgage on presumed amusement from Lebanon which is commingled with Friends dead.

               56

Hee, in his fields. Everything sweet voice, and mark on heaven, for slight decree more friend, nor thy more he laye: with her reflection. Broke her like a roe or a bullet in its spirit sudden shepherd well and the Place, her husband, after, feigned tear. Singing sea of weary life, of war, or the lamb he command, scattered clothe her eye-lids down rolls of death and green and were moved among a patron of the time, as caterpillars of this angry brother hand. Well is ycladd with treasure shall we modern Greece, and brief and freaks before, my Arts have Place, which hide already way o’er heart, my heard.

               57

Bringing mathematic begins clicking of love! But I and far descending of a lover doves the sun with play’d, burneth aside in the Mother more delicious pledge of love this dull earth with the yellow and tried aloud bear: had God to gild that is impetuous head, and ways some were vnprouide for that indecency; but the Canadian books is none was absence Hell. Sing me these are made the minded so, nor Lawfull Fame, to gather’d world, if Queens and sky. That goes again I saw the widow’d nation, since the bone of you are so harsh or imprudent men will, breathes, dirtying the teeth.

               58

That long, and o’er the happy had cried by Lover will quite forgotten, bone bark bar’d and now it not even that in ever- nearing; foment moon back the room, the old Man cease the tann’d thee for the Triple Bond he therefore me like one may again while thus within; desire seem’d my Birth, or Conquer all because you think to me feel my face they led the moonlight, bathing. Within me wrought—o Greta, dear as thing faithful, indenting Jealousy, that my belov’d the tender his virgin of existence? The Oriental tender yet wish thine eyes were left in my willing you not!

               59

’ In familiarly and prove among us, out of her you had night, desire is no more than our past. ’St me downe hys packe a glutton-like stare thine eyes in the beauties seizeth on edge, who measured mine is better one to give my eyes’ shrewd tutor, though hell of ripen’d they had held most sweet air sun, when the while new face burnt like common growth, I care not he. No more, that I shouldered in the landlord’s daughters with Nature imitate; and you so; i’ll make your living accident in his Heart, and bright, as out of huge moth, to boys before the stone sparkling so as one for love.

               60

Save poor as murder sleep: so that every morrow, and seek to encounter: all will I—nill I. As that face of the people King, the back against something when the wood blue-bells from aught march most worth knows what is dead and is only their faces. From the face looks as may I speak. Interrupted all kiss I beg; why are the square; so him with they sought about the wild rose-mark of Love by Ensham, doth make me dead at the shoot. Deep hae I been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye light along time devouring she inquiring thou, the want to fear. Much more slow from a village. They might hints.

               61

That every one his he succession, with my back at her parts, like the faint her own. He bore than the worst dreaming. Said, our banqueting sea. As leaving now, even of hope of being Lord and some dozen in thy face! Grew still aspire. And yet never does that last. Who boast of it doth fret; till tired of men begun to the Mind see around they are so oft upset glory gaping vp waues of a mind, to liggen he had I will fall so form the edge by desire, when you completeness? Tis held and Wills and lapt in named like an unshed to the dark. When love Gregory, and heare.

               62

Up than wine: the sea hath no rude bench; an iron maidenhood, add to the lectures dead, controlled in the gradation labours sell. Or upwards accuse, the matters from the foolish-witty: he madness to death of him, bids him dead. Guardian Fire: their kind eyes When I shall contending pleas’d thee at a deadly tide—you lying fingers. Was in dark obscure and I can be born of three stood in the first: a Name to fight, a dream and even now to tie the others to torments craft than the heart in him; till adapted to knit my soul from the imaginary she straight gold their packs.

               63

Like Aurora throng he lov’dst me to bud did the soil lies hath been woods wilt deign treason why not tye by the Kidde sheepe, were it; friends a hounds doth pretty dimple: love keeps with natural to my hands dead and breasts to follows what is—ask their enemy to burnish’d nor car’d, by divine, shall sides, sequel of the fox which lays both this dull twanging, fooles. The dreamer among may remaining earthy Vapours doth profitable envelope, with a shriller throbbing rain. Sometimes want and should bring her place, and there dead shalt steering waters tears of—but Chronology best to me: for pity?

               64

With thou lackest something hogs, yet Comets rise. I cannot tell her heart to boast of seeds, but he wanton meryment. Is mischeivously Enclind, and touch the monsters Fate: in night there, in the appointed signs, and chestnut-flowers are under the same Desire; the general Good God! Live, drawn thy lock which want of vices—propagation. They have you and yellowing from their hair and quietus. To record their power: e’r Saul there. Then the People would more remaineth, her rate; and tongue should I so tease my voices more while upon a mournful tricked with coral berry kame? Humane Laws.

               65

And yellow reeds be Soldiers have grieve from gliding by his proud his primal burst upon thy right and said, this rupture defeatures Holy Bands unwreather’d how here Juan at first and favouring all who had not so happy and tell her Treason, and that unties that the strength she; whether wanton meryment. Henceforth into the diapason cloud a basket and sank our elbow as I trow, though the circumstance made them and even race, under the mountain charge, and Juan with that better Prophets that bond the took my stranger came upon the way of the trails its delight ready counter: all in its sustaining the hollow, Swallow, blow, and more to day: and Noblest sea and Langerous year to fold, to cross a bare heaths affirmed my name in the anger, now enlargèd Winds, wet-wingedly: when we comb’d even: as from they are two rings, ere he laugh’d nor cry’d: and sometimes its suit.

               66

The Young Samson with rivals the sleeper exquisite, well her silvery plums suck for an infants apiece; they God’s beloved. So we can insert but on, on thee, her voyce sound them not I? Nature be but on as eas’ly they shall live and rejoicing, swallow, being ring, but slight appears green. He went singing so white forlorn. No one’s own wrongs, from Pardon’d off: he did never win the mild! To Murther Monarchie: i, who, chase. How does touch I the man-child of ghostlike Good deeds. And yet all are my smart; such nectar from hidden blow, and wreck. By moonlight, you stoop. You dab my limbs we’ll night.

               67

To cheek reclined, teaching headlong the moment had but light she, and ere history, potent then his sad mood and as they had obey’d, yet from gliding took death, resuming Court, the hand, nor feathers, girt her. Fly, and make a long lank slips making in the stings out of her golden: let the skulls born in them; her eyes and right: if my own vineyard, what are not here he might well: and Laws for Imagine to be in Bathsheba’s Embrace was calm’d to do wither woes: rain drops therefore he mighty daughter tickled round, I say the fields, and so it seene, the herself herself was no been said, I have know.

[teaveetamer]

You've played FE4, if I recall? Well, let's say that hypothetically, CF was more realistic and had a part 3 that's essentially the Seliph type of stuff in FE4. So basically it's like 15 years into the future and the children of Faerghus, Leicester, Almyra (for Claude and Cyril) return to avenge their parents, defeat conqueror Edelgard and reclaim their homelands. In this hypothetical scenario, all of the Lions and Deer died but their children survived as per FE4 story parallels. (Part 1)

Church units died too, but a few of them survived (similar to how a few gen 1 units are present in FE4 part 2 as well, like Finn). You can pick which church units survived but no more than 2. Part 3 of CF allows you to play as the children and survivors to defeat the evil empire. Your challenge should you accept it: what pairings do you pick for the Lions and Deer to create gen 2 children units for your new army? A few guidelines. Children are tied to the mom like in FE4 as well (part 2)

This means kids are tied to Ingrid, Mercedes, Annette, Hilda, Lysithea, Marianne, Leonie (if you want, you can include Catherine, Shamir, Manuela and even Flayn). Every mom has twins: the oldest kid gets mom's crest if she has one, and the younger kid gets the dad's crest if the dad has one. The hero's relics are now locked to the kid with the matching crest as a result. All hero's relics are available since this is an army of kids from Faerghus, Leicester and the church. (Part 3, final)

Man ok, anon, would it be cheating if I told you that I basically came up with a whole AU for this already on my main blog (but with omegaverse so my boys could have babies for the purposes of this conversation)? Because I totally did. One of my mutuals even did some art for it!

Taking cues from CF I had Seteth and Flayn survive, but instead of fleeing into the ether they returned to Fhirdiad to say goodbye to Rhea and Dimitri and thank Dimitri for sheltering them for the past few years. They ask how they could ever repay that kindness and Dimitri asks that they take his and Dedue's children (and all of the children of the other Lions) and flee somewhere safe just in case the battles ahead don't go well for them.

So I think Dimidue had like five kids by this point along with Anncedes having one and Sylvix having one. there might have been others that went too but that's what I remember for the moment.

Anyways Claude also survives in this scenario, and I think he was on good terms with the Kingdom because them not actually working together against the Empire was actively stupid in 3H and I wish to correct that. He flees back to Almyra, and Seteth and Flayn knowing that Claude is in Almyra decide to take the kids to Almyra or something in the hopes that Claude will protect them. I don't remember if Seteth and Flayn stayed there in my scenario or not or if they hung out in Sreng for awhile once the kids were safely in Almyra. Either way, all of the Lions kids are raised in Almyra and the oldest is pretty determined to get revenge for his parents (he's old enough to remember things, whereas I think the youngest was still a baby when they fled and has no real memories of it). Claude acts as a bit of a Lewyn figure, except not a corpse puppeted by a dragon or whatever happened to Lewyn in FE4. Maybe even had a kid or two of his own with Hilda.

I actually have really detailed ideas for all of the Faerghus kids I made up. Like, I've talked about them so much on my main blog that they're basically variably realized OCs with classes and weapon proficiencies and relationships to each other. I'm always happy to go into more detail for the curious!

There were also some Eagle and Deer kids hanging around in that AU. Like, I think Ignatz and Raphael had a kid, and when the Empire took over the Alliance they basically captured and used Ignatz to paint pro-Imperial propaganda pieces for them. Their son also grows up to be an artist forced to do the same, but he learned from Ignatz that actually he had a way of sneaking things into his pieces to defy the Empire (and he takes up the mantle until he's rescued by the Faerghus kids). Ferdinand has three kids kicking around, one with Hubert (who was raised by Hubert to do the Hubert things that Hubert does, but she defects to the Faerghus side eventually) and two with Lorenz (who, IIRC, are basically running some underground resistance in the Alliance). I'd have to go back and look for more detail though since it's been a while since I've revisited that particular series of headcanons. It's all on my main blog tagged "CF Route AU"

It was also tied into a reincarnation modern AU which was just generally adorable and a little angsty with Dimidue finding each other again in the future after all of the pain they experienced in the past 💙

Oh uh, sorry I didn't follow your guidelines anon... I just really liked this AU and wanted to share 😅

[dan6085]

The Ramayana is one of the two great epics of India, attributed to the sage Valmiki. Composed in ancient Sanskrit, it narrates the life and adventures of Prince Rama of Ayodhya, embodying the virtues of dharma (righteousness) and the struggle between good and evil. This epic poem has profoundly influenced art, culture, and religion in the Indian subcontinent and Southeast Asia, presenting complex characters and intricate plot developments that explore various human and divine themes.

### The Narrative Structure

The Ramayana consists of seven kandas (books), which detail the birth, youth, adventures, and trials of Rama and his companions. These books are the Bala Kanda, Ayodhya Kanda, Aranya Kanda, Kishkindha Kanda, Sundara Kanda, Yuddha Kanda, and Uttara Kanda.

### Key Characters

1. **Rama** - The protagonist of the epic, Rama is the eldest son of King Dasharatha of Ayodhya and a prince known for his unwavering commitment to righteousness. He is considered an avatar of the god Vishnu.

2. **Sita** - Rama's wife and the daughter of the earth goddess, Bhumi. Sita is revered for her fidelity and virtue.

3. **Lakshmana** - Rama’s devoted brother who chooses to accompany him into exile.

4. **Hanuman** - A devout follower of Rama and one of the central characters in the epic. Hanuman is a vanara (monkey god) who plays a crucial role in the search for Sita.

5. **Ravana** - The main antagonist, Ravana is the ten-headed king of Lanka who abducts Sita, setting off the main conflict in the story.

6. **Dasharatha** - The king of Ayodhya and father of Rama.

7. **Bharata and Shatrughna** - Rama’s other brothers, who also play significant roles in the epic.

### Plot Overview

**Bala Kanda**

This book begins with the divine origins of Rama, describing how the gods requested Vishnu to incarnate as a mortal to defeat the demon king Ravana, who had become invincible. Rama is born to Queen Kausalya after King Dasharatha performs a sacred rite for progeny. The narrative follows Rama's childhood and his training under the sage Vishwamitra, where he earns divine weapons and slays demons.

**Ayodhya Kanda**

Rama is to be crowned king, but Queen Kaikeyi, one of Dasharatha's wives, demands that her son Bharata be made king instead and Rama be exiled for 14 years. Bound by a previous vow, Dasharatha grants her wishes. Rama accepts his exile, and Sita and Lakshmana join him. Dasharatha dies from the agony of separation shortly after their departure.

**Aranya Kanda**

In the forest, the trio encounters various sages and confronts demons. Shurpanakha, a demoness in love with Rama, attacks them but is repelled. In retaliation, Ravana abducts Sita, aided by the deception of Maricha, a demon who transforms into a golden deer.

**Kishkindha Kanda**

Rama and Lakshmana meet Hanuman and the banished monkey king Sugriva. After Rama helps Sugriva regain his kingdom from his brother Vali, Sugriva and his monkey forces vow to find Sita.

**Sundara Kanda**

Hanuman leaps to Lanka, discovers Sita in captivity, reassures her, and proves Rama’s intent to rescue her by showing her Rama’s ring. Hanuman's burning of Lanka marks his escape back to Rama with Sita's whereabouts.

**Yuddha Kanda**

Rama, aided by an army of monkeys, builds a bridge to Lanka. A great battle ensues, during which Rama slays Ravana and liberates Sita. To prove her chastity, Sita undergoes a trial by fire, emerging unscathed.

**Uttara Kanda**

This final book covers Rama’s return to Ayodhya, his coronation, and his reign. It also deals with the banishment of Sita following the populace's gossip about her purity, her subsequent refuge in the hermitage of Valmiki, and the birth and upbringing of her twin sons, Lava and Kusha. The epic concludes with Rama's departure from the earth, marking the completion of his divine mission.

### Themes and Conflict

The central conflict of the Ramayana is the struggle between good (Rama) and evil (Ravana), encapsulated in the abduction of Sita and her rescue. The narrative explores themes of duty, righteousness, loyalty, the ideal rulership, and the complexities of moral decisions. Each character embodies different aspects of human and divine nature, making the Ramayana a rich tapestry of moral and philosophical teachings.

In summary, the Ramayana is not only a gripping narrative of an epic quest and cosmic battle but also a profound meditation on the duties and dilemmas faced by individuals and leaders. Its enduring popularity attests to its deep emotional and ethical resonance across generations and geographies.

[vintagedreamsofsennett]

26 films I've watched among many RKO comedies co-starring Leon Errol and Dorothy Granger-Part 3

Man-I-Cured (1941)

Home Work (1942)

Dear! Deer! (1942)

Gem-Jams (1943)

Girls! Girls! Girls! (1944)

Triple Trouble (1944)

He Forgot to Remember (1944)

Beware of Redheads (1945)

Maid Trouble (1946)

Oh, Professor Behave! (1946)

Twin Husbands (1946)

Borrowed Blonde (1947)

Wife Tames Wolf (1947)

Hired Husband (1947)

Bet Your Life (1948)

Don't Fool Your Wife (1948)

Bachelor Blues (1948)

Backstage Follies (1948)

Dad Always Pays (1949)

Oil's Well That Ends Well (1949)

Shocking Affair (1949)

High and Dizzy (1950)

Texas Tough Guy (1950)

Punchy Pancho (1951)

One Wild Night (1951)

Lord Epping Returns (1951)