#god forbid one of my friends has a baby but i would be there once a week at least

[bitchyblkqueer]

flash 2023 issue 5 thoughts

i like it. there's so much happening plot wise there should really be an action comics but for the flash family. but dc hates us and they hate good ideas.

jai is such an underdeveloped character and it was nice having a whole issue through his POV. i relate to the whole moody preteen no one likes me thing. being 13 SUCKS!! and the moment where he asked grodd what his problem was instead of fighting him was Excellent.

by now it's pretty clear that linda has postpartum :(. i feel so bad for her but it makes me wonder where her support system is.

in my experience (black american) it's not uncommon for relatives move in after the mom gives birth (usually a grandmother) or at the very least their friends are stopping by to cook or clean or something.

last time I checked linda was on good terms with her family. and it would make sense for her to have friends outside of the flashes. so where are these people?? this is the shit I think about. where are the women??

every time iris and barry pop up i get so excited lmfao. i hope wally didn't just scramble barry's brains since he destroyed the thing that was floating above his statue 😭 and how will that affect them finding max?? maybe jai will timewarp to him

this issue is so funny. i love all the scientists living together and sleeping together?? perhaps?

i hate the fact that the dc universe is also having a book banning problem but I digress

wally had a well deserved meltdown love that for him. it was nice to see the mask fall. i hope it stays down. and i love those weird time gods. 5 stars xoxo

[whore-era]

delinquent!ellie williams headcanons 18+

has the MEANEST MUG FACE at everyone but her close loved ones, especially you. she shows you the softest side to her bc you naturally just draw it out. ellie will literally have the grouchiest face, but once she sees you, it will be all soft heart eyes around you and you only! everyone else though? fuck them. they will get a bitch face and a middle finger thrown their way!

is guilty for always manspreading, but it's okay because it kinda stirs something inside you anyways. you guys will literally be anywhere, and she'll sit with her legs spread with her hands behind her head and you'd find yourself walking over and plopping yourself on her lap.

is extremely territorial and possessive of her girl, but not in a way where she's controlling you by any means. ellie is aware of how gorgeous and sexy her girl is, and while she has no problem with others looking, she draws the line at people approaching you. you would be at a party, talking with your friends, occasionally looking across the room at her. while giving each other loving glances, some guy approaches probably saying "hey girl, you lookin' finnneeee as hell tonight, you wanna get outta here?" and she'll already be behind him, fists balled up and hissing, "get the fuck away from my girlfriend."

would absolutely beat someone's ass for you. if someone is disrespectful to you or looks at you the wrong way or god forbid, lay their hands on you, it's automatically on sight for her. "but you should'a seen the other guy, babe. he's got it worse," she'll say, as you're sat on the sink with her in between your legs, tending to her small cuts and bruises. "what'd i tell you, els? you can't keep getting into these stupid fights because one guy says something dumb about me." "yea, baby, i know. i just hate when people say shit about you," she coos, "you're absolutely fucking amazing, and everyone should know that by now." you both end up kissing in the bathroom and it always ends up with you being bent over the sink taking her strap-

you would CONSTANTLY be on her ass about everything. since she does have a short temper, you always find yourself having to check her and and lecture her a bit, and she lowkey kinda loves it? ellie thinks you're hot as hell taking a little bit of control and telling her what to do, and every time you do have to lecture her, she'll look at you with desire in her eyes and respond with "yes, ma'am", "alright, baby, whatever you say", "mhm yes, baby m'listening" even though she quite literally is hyper-focused on how sexy as fuck you look lecturing her rn.

always putting her hands on you! whether it's rubbing your ass when she's cuddling you, holding your hand when you're out and about, or putting her hands on your hips and waist when she wants to be close to you. 

showing how she feels about you in actions rather than words. ellie has a tough time expressing how she feels for you directly in words, and sometimes her message that she’s trying to send doesn’t always sound…right. so she’ll do little acts of services for you like picking up lunch for you on days when you’re extremely swamped with work and assignments, organizing your books and backpack when you fall asleep on your desk from studying, picking up your favorite snacks when you need a lil cheering up, and helping you take off your clothes when you’re extra exhausted from the day. 

always assuring you’re safe. ellie will always make sure you never have to travel alone and tries to walk you to and from class, but if she’s busy she’ll bug dina to do it. she’ll always ask where you are and who you’re with just to make sure you’re safe and alright, periodically checking in with you with texts (even tho it can be a lil bit annoying but u never say anything bc u know she’s just worried). baby u ok taking the bus alone? yes els i’m fine babe. u sure? i can come get u rn. no my love u don’t need to do that. swear. yk what babe let me ask dina if she can- ellieeee….

a/n this one was rly short my apologies ;P

[snugglyducklingbrewhouse]

we play with fire because we like the way it burns

a mob boss!Nico x nurse!fem!reader au

Movie night, ruined

Warnings: blood, Luke injured, mentions of guns and gunshot wounds, some swearing and calling someone a dumbass, this is a mob au. Please tell me if I missed something

A/n: it’s here! The first installment. I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Word count: 1.2k

You were worried.

Luke Hughes was not known to be the most punctual, but he was never this late.

As far as you knew, this was his only plan for the night. So why hasn’t he called or texted?

It was just supposed to be a routine movie night. You, Luke, and a movie you’ve seen so many times. Tonight’s pick was Valentine’s Day since you saw New Year’s Eve around the new year, and it just made sense. To you two, anyway.

Luke was hours late. You were about to start getting ready for bed, tired of waiting on the couch. He could just apologize in the morning once you got sleep.

As you were collecting the snacks off the coffee table, there was a knock on your door.

Who was knocking on your door at this hour?

You quickly put the things in your hands back down so you could answer the door.

As Luke always insisted, you looked through the peephole. He hated that your building didn’t have a doorman, so he got you in the habit of checking the peephole.

You were not prepared to see Luke slung around the shoulders of Jack and another guy, barely able to stand up himself.

You swung the door open rapidly, ushering the three men to come inside before the neighbors started asking questions. God forbid Nancy saw anything and spread the news like wildfire.

Once you got a better look at the three, you realized Nico was the other man holding up Luke.

“What the fuck happened?!?” You practically shouted at them.

“Do you really want to know? Or do you just want to fix him?” Jack spoke up before his boss could say anything.

You rolled your eyes in a huff, but gestured to the couch. “Sit him up on the couch and make sure he doesn’t lose consciousness. Jack, get water from the kitchen. You, make sure Luke stays upright. He can’t fall asleep. Not yet.”

Jack had a nervous look on his face because you bossed around the most feared man in the city, but he rushed to get water despite not having gone that far into your apartment before.

“I’ll be right back,” you told Nico before rushing to get your primary first aid kit.

When you returned, you had to speak up and say the one thing you were dreading. “What happened and how did he get hurt?”

Nico was about to answer, but Jack spoke up from the kitchen instead. “Where the fuck are your cups and why are they this hard to find?”

Yet another eye roll from you. “Just grab a bottle from the fridge,” you yelled back.

“Dumbass,” you muttered under your breath. You loved Luke like a brother but that didn’t mean you felt the same way about his brother.

You turned back to Luke to assess the damage. Multiple cuts on his face and body. Luckily, no gunshots. You honestly weren’t sure you would be able to help if he had gotten shot.

Jack came back to the living room and set the bottle on the table and proceeded to stay out of your way while still looking out for his little brother. Their mother would kill him if she found out just how injured the baby Hughes was.

You grabbed the iodine and some cotton pads, mentally preparing to make your best friend endure more discomfort than he already was.

“Luke, I’m sorry that this is going to sting, but I need to clean your wounds,” you said gently.

Luke just grumbled, so you proceeded after telling Nico to make sure to hold Luke still.

“I’ll start with your arms and work my way to your face. Please don’t hate me for this,” you said gently, using your nurse voice reserved for telling people that something bad has happened.

Luke flinched a little once you started cleaning his wounds. It proceeded to get worse, and your patience also got progressively worse.

“Luke if you do not stop squirming, I swear to god I will duct tape you to a chair and tell your mother about your weekend in Atlantic City,” you said in a very angry tone, sick of Luke’s shit.

Nico looked slightly confused, while Luke and Jack both had looks of “oh shit” on their faces.

Jack proceeded to sit on Luke’s other side to make sure he stayed still.

“We do not need mom knowing about what happened,” Jack said as Luke nodded as best as he could.

You proceeded to finish disinfecting every wound on your best friend’s body and add antibiotic cream to each one, finishing the worse wounds with bandages and letting the smaller ones breathe.

“Luke, I’m gonna grab you one of your spare outfits for you to wear so you can sleep comfortably. Couch or guest room?” You asked him, honestly not knowing if he would make it to the guest room.

“Couch,” he mumbled.

You scurried off to grab some sweats and a shirt for Luke from his designated drawer in your room.

You tossed the clothes at Jack once you made it back to the living room, “make sure he gets into these. I’ll clean up.”

You proceeded to gather up the first said kit while Jack helped Luke change and Nico just sat, not knowing what to do.

“Do you need help cleaning up?” Nico finally spoke to you, and if you weren’t so concerned with Luke, you may have had more time to admire him.

“Uh. No. I think I’m good. I’ve dealt with worse messes,” you said, not stopping what you were doing.

You put all the supplies back and slipped into the kitchen to get yourself your own bottle of water, giving Jack time to get Luke dressed.

As you finally had a moment to breathe and think, you realized you wouldn’t be able to handle seeing Luke hurt and not do anything about it.

After some time passed, Jack called out that Luke was successfully changed.

Walking back to the living room, you spoke up. “Call me immediately the next time he or someone else gets injured. I’ve seen enough questionable injuries at the hospital to know that I am your best option to avoid police questioning. Jack, you have my number. And please, for the love of all that is holy, stop doing dumb shit.”

You barely gave Jack time to respond before you spoke up again. “Now leave so Luke can rest. I’ll give you an update in the morning.”

Nico and Jack got up from their spots on your couch and proceeded to leave, you locking the door behind him.

You turned back to Luke and were worried about how the night was going to go.

“Can I have my blanket?” He asked weakly.

“Of course,” you said as you moved to grab it from its spot in your blanket basket.

You helped Luke lay down and get comfortable with the blanket tucked around him.

“Yell for me if you need anything, my door will be open,” you said before getting up to go back to your room. “Goodnight, Luke.”

“Goodnight, y/n,” Luke said with his eyes already closed.

You got ready for bed and were finally able to lay down and relax.

So why couldn’t you stop thinking about Nico?

[lotusarchon]

hey hey, i would like to ask a question out of curiosity (and im sorry if i sound offensive; im not skilled in the department of wording and communication) the 'mischaracterization' thing; would u tell me more of why u dislike it very much, and give examples of it for better understanding?

Nah dude it's fine, I don't find you offensive one bit. I am surprised with the question but I'll try to word myself as much as I possibly can.

Also, full disclaimer; I am a fanfic writer, and I understand wanting to give a character more/a better personality and backstory, to give more room what the show writers didn't do. I do the same as well; my famous example is Sakura Haruno and giving her more personality than just a girl obsessed with boys. So, I'm aware people may try to give a character better personalities for whatever reason.

BUT.

There's a limit to how much I can take with it, and the LMK fandom really do take it too far. I'm in a bunch of fandoms, and I'm using Jujutsu Kaisen as an example with how writers tend to write Sukuna especially for shipping with OCs/Readers. Do you wanna know why I'm okay with it though, in JJK?

Because they at least know their fave is horrible. I'm not saying the fandom is good, but at least the few I've read from do in fact get the characters right and don't stereotype them, and if they do, they KNOW their faves are pieces of shits. They just don't care and anyways, it's a fanfic. They aren't gonna go bash people for disagreeing with them (from my experience. And if the JJK fandom has it, idc still, they're better than most of y'all here)

In LMK, it's so, so bad. The mischaracterization doesn't just stay as that. It's become the literal fanon vs canon thing because that's what the fans do. In every fanfic, fanart, ANYTHING related to the characters in the fandom, they stereotype and dumb down every single fucking one. I used to read fics and I've had to stop because of how disgusted I am. It's literally just "they would NOT be like that", but ah, god forbid you try to tell that to this fandom, because if you try you're a proshipper, homophobe/transphobe or racist.

I have a good few examples too, but my most popular ones are;

Fanon Wukong: A bad guy that abandoned MK, abused his 'best friend', just a sexy, hot monkey with grr possessive alpha traits. And, oh yeah! He's so stupid, he can't even read because he's just a big guy with ex issues and nothing else.

Fanon Macaque: A victim who was only trying to get his best/boy friend back. He definitely loves MK as a kid and is a better parent than Wukong. Ignore the fact he never once took blame for the trauma he put MK through as well, he's a victim and a little baby/daddy who just wants love. He's completely misunderstood guys.

Fanon MK: Personality? What personality? He's Red Son's and/or Mei little boyfriend who is just a baby obsessed with fucking and can't think of anything else. He's traumatized so, so badly and is just a poor little baby who's only source of comfort is Macaque because Macaque understands him more, definitely. He's dumb or maybe too smart for his own good but that's okay, there's always someone else to help him.

Fanon Tripitaka: An abusive cunt. Need I say more?

Fanon Nezha: Oh dear, guys he's just a grumpy baby guys, he's a grumpy lil baby, definitely not an adult stressed and exhausted, nah. He's a baby.

See where I'm getting at? Nine times out of ten you check a fanfic in this fandom regardless of the pairing or the plot, these are the kind of traits you see in these characters. There's nothing else but them dumbed down to being morons.

Nevermind that Sun Wukong is actually smart and most definitely has trouble reading modern writing, nevermind that Macaque has never owned up to his actions even when he played a part in hurting MK, nevermind that MK isn't just some sex obsessed baby and has problems and is a grown ass adult who needs therapy, nevermind that Tripitaka of all people only dared used the circlet because Wukong was hard to handle, NEVERMIND that Nezha, a centuries old god with different tales around him isn't someone who's just grumpy much less a child and has problems of his own.

Fans just simply won't look past anything but the fanon version of them. You try to explain that Macaque was a bad guy and redemption arc feels rushed and you're a bad person, or who cares he's hot right? You try to explain that Wukong isn't some illiterate asshole and is trying his best to adapt and be there for MK, because you're just a Macaque hater and also who cares, right? He's sexy and he can fuck Macaque, so who cares for personality, right?

Don't get me wrong. I'm used to this shit because again, look at Jujutsu Kaisen. But my god the LMK fans are so fucking annoyed and obsessed, they refuse to even see that these characters are more than just a single personality trait.

And that's just dealing with canon characters alone, don't get me started on how they react to ocs smh.

The LMK fandom is bad, bad. Nuclear level bad, even. It's a toxic wasteland of morons who have never really understood media literacy and instead simply cares for the appearances of how characters look rather than focusing on what makes them who they are.

But again, what good does it even do to complain right? I'm just some guy on the internet completely irked by the lack of braincells this fandom has. The most I can actively do is block the tags related to this fandom and focus on me. If I need fanfics, I'll write my own, that's all.

But, i will say, if there's a day this fandom actually sees characters as more than sex appeal, it's the day I suck a dick. Pardon my language but that's legit the only way I can phrase it as an aroace person. Y'all are so hazardous you make the 2020 MHA fandom look sooooo much better.

It's not a compliment. Be better. You're fans of a children based show, and coming from an author who writes mainly NSFW stuff for LMK on AO3, it's disappointing.

[thoughtsforsoob]

Txt as your little brother?

a/n: hello! i do not have any little siblings (let alone any siblings) so this may not be 100% accurate. I do know a lot of people with siblings though and i've had a lot of cousins my whole life :) hopefully this will be enjoyable :D please feel free to request anytime! inbox is always open for requests and ideas!

tags: f!reader

yeonjun

he admires his older sister and want's to be just like her, even well into his teen years

he has his little group of friends that he's had since pre-school and once they all get older, some of them start to hit on his sister and he tf flips out!

"hey! no one talks to my sister! just imagaine it as dating me...the same DNA!"

they all gag and despite the gross image, they do not stop hitting on you until they have all found relationships

he is used to you driving him around but as soon as he gets his license, he takes you everywhere!

he even lies for you when your parents ask where you are.

he'll open the door for you at night and even better, he will go pick you up from whever you went that night.

goes all out on chrismas and birthday gifts because his sister is amazing and deserves the best

soobin

sweetest older brother in the whole world

he is always watching over you to make sure you are okay but he knows when to bud out of something

he is the type of brother that would drive you around and if you insist on driving, he is holding on for dear life to persude you to let him take over the wheel

he always seems to come home with something for you. food, clothes, skin care, candy...

he buys you a lot of your skin care and he always takes you shopping! what a great brother

he is also always down for a late night skin care sesh where you both gossip about drama at school and work and eat a ton of junk food

omg he is type to take care of you when you're sick too

he's your older brother so no matter how old you are or where you are, he is always going to take care of his baby sister.

beomgyu

he is the brother that comes into your rooms, throws something at you, turns off the light and leaves...without closing the door

so so annoying

his main goal in life is to torment you! he does not take this job lightly at all

he is very fun to go places with

when you both were younger, you'd play hide and seek in the store and if you both got caught, you'd both giggle while your mom scolds you.

you two would also hide in the middle of the circular clothing racks and jump out to scare each other and your mom

needless to say, you both are always in trouble but it's okay because you keep each other company when you're grounded

you both were the type to make up songs, games, or performances as kids

you both also get into lots of trouble at school together

as adults, he becomes your partner in crime and you go out everywhere together

taehyun

taehyun is the type of sibling to pretend he does not care about you. like, "oh my sister? idk i don't care what she's doing."

news flash, he does care

he shoes he cares in the most lowkey ways ever

if he knows your mom isn't going to make dinner because she's going out with dad, he will take you out to get food or he will make you whatever you want to eat.

he's also really comforting, which is suprising to those who do not know him much

when your first s/o breaks up with you...all hell breaks loose

he barges into your room with sweets you like he lets you tell him everything...

god forbid you tell him who this person is...he will ask around with your friends until he finds out where they live and he will eggs their house or some shit

he also let's you have full access to his clothes since he knows you like his clothes

he does get annoyed when suddenly all of his t-shirts are missing but he could never stay mad at you

huening kai

being a group of 4 siblings was quite chaotic but you and kai seemed the have a different connect bc .... ya'll were twins

you both grew up wearing matching clothes, practicing the same instrument, and singing.

of course, you and your sisters connected well but you and kai, again, had a little bit of a deeper connection

he comes straight to your room after school and starts to spill all of the gossip about what happened to his friends and him that day

he is the type of brother is also be very caring of not just you, but all three of his beautiful sisters!

buys expensive birthday gifts once he get's his first job and he loves when you three use your gifts

when it comes to dating, he is opposite of yeonjun in the sense that he would rather you date one of his friends

he knows them well and he knows that they are less likely to hurt you

(heheh he loves seeing you and his best friend soobin as a couple. he def gives the "if you hurt her, ill castrate you" talk).

[moondust-imagines]

Friend with Benefits (Edge (Adam) x Reader)

Warnings: SMUT, age gap

Word count: 1.8K (lmao)

At first, your arrangement with Adam had been perfect. It gave you both the release you needed, without the commitment of a relationship. There were no hard feelings if you didn’t talk for a few weeks, he could just fall back into your bed, no questions asked. That’s not to say you never imagined what life would be like with him being a permanent feature but you knew it was all just a fantasy. Maybe you should call off this whole thing and look for someone to settle down with. Just not tonight.

You had just checked into the hotel for the night when your phone buzzed with a message from him

Adam: Congrats on the title match, you at hotel?

Adam was not a man who enjoyed texting, his messages were always short. Of course, news of your title shot had spread quickly, it wasn’t even officially announced yet. But Adam had a way of knowing everything that was going on.

You: Thank you! I’m in room 216, see you in 10?

Adam knew this relationship-that’s-not-a-relationship with you was dangerous. He did genuinely enjoy your company, it didn’t hurt that you were drop-dead gorgeous. Maybe he just couldn’t break habits from his younger days but god, he was so happy in your bed. He always made an effort to not be the one to invite you over, he liked to leave that to you. It made him feel less like a gross old man preying on younger talent. You assured him over and over that you knew that wasn’t the case, it didn’t make him feel any better.

The walk to your room was short but he still had to be careful. God forbid he runs into someone else from work and has to explain his way out of it. Luckily, he arrived at your door without any issues and knocked gently. When you pulled the door open, he could hardly believe his luck. There you stood, in just his old shirt you had borrowed a few weeks ago, hair still damp from the shower. You quickly pulled him in before someone noticed what was going on.

“That looks good on you, sweetheart” He grinned at you once the door was shut again. A light blush graced your cheeks as you looked down at your clothes.

“Thanks, I think it looked better on you though” You replied, sitting yourself gently on the edge of the bed.

He didn’t need too much invitation, seeing you in his clothes had awoken some possessive part of his soul. His shirt was discarded onto the floor and he pushed you back onto the bed, his lips capturing yours passionately. Your fingers tangled themselves into his hair and his own busied themselves getting your panties out of the way. He ended up ripping them rather than struggling them down your legs.

“Adam!” You protested

“They weren’t your colour anyway”

Before you could respond, he worked two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp. His thumb instantly found your clit as he curled his fingers to find your spot. He had you whimpering already and you pulled his mouth to yours again. He knew when you started to get close and stopped. He prided himself on being able to get you right to the edge of the cliff but pull you back. You made quick work of pulling off his jeans and straddling his hips. You weren’t usually a fan of being on top but it gave you at least a little control over him. He let out a low groan as you lowered yourself onto his length.

“Fuck baby, you look so damn pretty sitting on my dick”

Adam had always been a good talker, be it in the ring or the bedroom. He knew you loved it when he would shower you with compliments during sex. So he kept going as you started bouncing on him, his thumb once again circling your clit. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, your movements getting sloppier. He knew it too.

“That’s my girl, come for me, baby”

That almost short-circuited your brain. Not once, in the entire time you had known him, had to ever referred to you as his. Regardless, you fell apart on him a few moments later. Your body was convulsing as you collapsed onto his chest. He wasted no time in switching positions so he could plough into your pliant form. He was muttering even more praise into your ear, you were too far gone to pay attention. He finished not too long after and collapsed onto the bed next to you.

As you came down from your high, his words kept swirling in your mind. His girl. Sure, you had thought about it. Maybe you had wished for him to say something like that. But now you were terrified, what if they were just said in the heat of the moment? That felt somehow worse. You decided to quickly jump up and run to the bathroom under the guise of cleaning up.

The second the bathroom door shut, Adam slapped his hands onto his face. Why the fuck did he say that?! He knew the rules of this..thing and that definitely broke them. You were going to run for the hills and he was never going to see you again. He had to get out of here, no wonder you had ran to the bathroom so quickly, you were probably wishing he was gone already. He quickly pulled his clothes back on before knocking on the door.

“I gotta bail sweetheart, I’ve got a dinner with Vince. See you around”

Once you heard the click of the hotel door shutting, you emerged from the bathroom. Sure, he didn’t usually hand around to talk much after. Hell, what would you even say to him after that? You threw yourself onto the bed and grabbed a pillow to scream into. Maybe he knew about your growing feelings for him and he was just teasing you. Yeah, that had to be it. How embarrassing is that!

After that encounter, you decided to steer clear of Adam for a while. It wasn’t too difficult, you had both agreed a while ago that hanging out too much at work would raise too much suspicion. So you just stopped texting him. It felt strange to have him missing from your life, no congratulatory message after a win, no stupid jokes about the show after it was off the air. You threw yourself into training for your big match and tried not to think about how badly you missed him.

Adam was convinced you hated him. You hadn’t even looked in his direction for weeks, he knew he screwed up but god, not having you around hurt a lot more than he thought it would. He saw you training harder than ever, he usually wouldn't bat an eyelid at that, but he found himself worrying about you. Were you eating enough? Did you need someone to go over the match with? That was the one eating at him, he had always loved how keen you were to listen to his suggestions or give your own. You had spent hours together pitching each other matches. It was while he was bouncing ideas around with Rhea that it hit him, the realisation that he’d much rather be doing this with you.

Adam: Hey, been a while. Wanna get some room service or something?

You had been staring at that text for what felt like an age. Sure, you could use a booty call to let off some steam. But he never invited you over. An uneasy feeling settled into your stomach as you sent a quick reply. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t want to look like hell if he was inviting you over to tell you he was done with you. You dragged your feet a little as you made your way over to his room and took a deep breath before knocking on his hotel room door. He opened it almost instantly as if he had been waiting just behind it.

“Hey,” He said as he laid eyes on you. He felt like the air had been punched out of him. The first thing he noticed was how tired you looked like you had been battling a war for days. But all he could think about was how beautiful you were.

“You going to let me in?” You chuckled falsely. He nodded and stepped aside. His hotel rooms were always much more lavish than yours, you would be lucky to get a bed more than five feet away from the couch. You perched yourself on the armchair, leaving the couch to Adam.

“So, how have you been?” He asked after a few moments of awkward silence. His hands were clammy and he wasn’t quite sure where to look. You could feel the nervous energy radiating from him.

“What do you want, Adam?” You demanded. You didn’t want to be short with him but you couldn't bare a long drawn-out letdown. You’d rather rip the band-aid off.

“What? Sweetheart, I don’t want anything I’m just worr-”

“Look, if you're done with me just say it” You spat, tears already welling in your eyes. This shouldn't hurt as much as it is. You shouldn’t care as much as you do.

“Done with you? I thought you were done with me, you haven’t texted me in weeks!” He exclaimed. This is not how he wanted this to go, seeing the tears in your eyes made his heart sink to the pit of his stomach. You stared at the ceiling, willing your tears to go away. Then he was on his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“Sweetheart, I’ve missed you so much. Things just aren’t as fun when I don’t get to share them with you. I know this is supposed to be a casual thing and I won’t blame you if you want to walk away. But you need to know that I’ve got these feelings for you”

Your heart was about to beat out of your chest as you stared at him. You searched his eyes for any sign of deceit, that this was all one cruel joke. All you found was love and hopefulness. Your tears were flowing for a different reason now.

“You really mean it?” You asked shakily

“Of course I do” He replied softly

You pulled him towards you and kissed him passionately. You practically fell to the floor with him as he put you into his lap. His hand cradled your face gently as you deepened the kiss. You could taste the salt of your tears between your lips as he finally broke away for air. His thumb moved to wipe away the moisture from your eye.

“No more tears over me, OK baby?”

[0asisbliss]

Darling why run?

Pairing: Yandere!Chrollo x Cubby fem! reader

Warnings: Slight mentions of choking, (not reader) torture, Dark themes in general.

A\n: Kinda my first Yandere series..

Things between you and chrollo are starting to get a little hectic. One-sided arguments turn into him flat out ignoring not just your feelings but you as a person. He's been invading your personal space, and constantly asking you questions. Where are you going? Who are you going with? You would get it if it was just a couple of times. If he was asking out of pure interest. That's how it started, but soon it got annoying and irritating as days passed by he was just as suffocating as before. He was also clingier than usual.

"Darling? Where are you going? If you are who-"

He was cut off by your sharp sigh. Without answering you walked out of your shared home slamming the door behind you. Some part of you felt guilty for treating Chrollo like this. Regardless you made your way to your friends house. Kaylee has always been there for you. To be fair she was the one that pointed out you that Chrollo's behavior was weird. You've been taking her advice by not answering he's absurd questions. You make it over to Kaylee's House for a girls night in you two planned it a night before.

Leaving Chrollo home alone. He's still there standing by the door where you left him. Its like he's frozen in place. Trying to conjure why you would do such a thing. Finally he walks toward the mirror and stares right through it. After staring at his still shocked expression he walks out into the late night. I mean you could be anywhere he wouldn't know. Because for some reason you didn't want to tell him? He was just walking not like he was looking for you or anything. He was trying to ponder what to do. Should he kill whoever your with? Shall he get Feitan to torture them? God forbid you be with another man. Either way whoever he found you with would be used as an example. Hours pass and Chrollo has already found your location. All he's waiting for is for you to leave. Once he sees you exit your friends home he executes his plan.

He enters Kaylee's home through a window in her room. Before she can react he grabs her by her hair and effortlessly throws her across her lone room. He grabs her by her throat and slightly squeezes. He looks at her with disgust. This is who you've been seeing over him? Who you left him standing in confusion, and hurt for? He didn't want to kill her so easily. No of course not, not after finding the texts of her telling you how weird and creepy he acts. She was trapping you with false thoughts. Maybe even to keep you for herself he thought. This terrible act couldn't go unpunished right? He swiftly knocked her unconscious, and carried her out of her once peaceful home on his shoulder. Once he got back to your shared home he took your now unconscious friend towards the basement. There he chained her to a wooden chair. He decided he needed to be there when you got home, or you would grow suspicious. Maybe he should give Feitan a call? Chrollo called Feitan for a quick favor. Wanting to see what his boss had in mind by saying there was a nuisance that needed to be dealed with Feitan agreed. Chrollo left shortly after Feitan arrived to carry out his order. Chrollo sees you in the kitchen stirring some type of gumbo. A eerie smile starts to creep upon his face somewhat happy to see you finally doing something for him. Chrollo walks up from behind you, and hugs your waist gently kissing your neck. Startled you turn around to face him. Surprised he was even home you turn to greet him.

"Hi baby I didn't know you were home-."

"Oh yes darling.. I was just outside tending to a couple of things."

"Oh okay well dinner is almost done. You can just relax." You said with a small smile. Through the day you had time to think that maybe Chrollo's behavior was something you, and Kaylee misunderstood. Meanwhile in the basement Kaylee is going through excruciating pain. Her teeth were slowing being pulled with dirty pillars. Her muffled screams weren't heard from upstairs apparently. He took out one tooth at a time blood gushing from her mouth as her screams became more, and more inaudible. Soon after Feitan pulled out most of her teeth her moved down to her finger nails. Taking them up from the flesh that once held the nail together. A gushing pop! Could be heard. One by one Kaylee started to wonder if she would be numb to the feeling, but no it just kept getting worse.

Feitan backed away for a while. Admiring his work, he let a small smile slip. He decided that he had enough fun sense she wasn't screaming or struggling as much, so he decided to end his little play session. He took a quick swift cut to het throat. Swiftly after Kaylee's head falls off her shoulders, and hits the ground. Feitan shortly calls Chrollo from inside the basement to tell him the job is done. Feitan quickly after leaves you, and Chrollo's shared home without you noticing. You and Chrollo eat dinner together, and have a good conversation. You decided he deserved a kiss goodnight. Going to bed you, and Chrollo snuggle up under the covers you being unaware of the horrors you'll wake up to.

Il'l most definitely make this a series, but that's it for today bby. Have a good day\night!

[undercovercannibal]

PART 1

(I will add links to future parts here once I've finished them)

some of the fics on this list are no longer available on ao3 and can be accessed through links to my own dropbox account instead

under 10k words

dogbirded by ikeracity (@ikeracity) - T | 2,426 words

Charles has been talking to a guy on the Mutant & Proud dating site for the last two months. He's fairly certain he's being catfished because the guy's profile picture is Erik Lehnsherr, famous actor and A-list celebrity, but he's enjoying their conversations all the same. Never in a million years would he ever imagine that he's actually been flirting with Erik Lehnsherr, and that Erik Lehnsherr is actually into him. Because that would never, ever happen in real life...right?

First Impressions by Black_Betty - T | 3,438 words

Charles Xavier, youngest CEO in Xavier Corp history, society darling and playboy philanthropist drops a bombshell when he comes out. Now he just wants to be left alone.

Heli Cases by Black_Betty - E | 5,892 words

"Heli Cases" is a program on PBS whose aim is to educate on the rapidly increasing occurrence of genetic mutation in the general populous by breaking the complex science down into palatable, easy to digest pieces. It is also the only thing that helps Erik get his fussy daughter to fall asleep. (Featuring Dadneto, baby Lorna and the struggles of single fatherhood, and Charles as the host of a late night show about genetics.)

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You Show Me Yours by endingthemes - M | 11,141 words

When Erik receives nudes in the middle of the night from an unknown number, he's confused and mildly amused. He doesn't expect it to turn into an actual conversation...with feelings. As if that's not baffling enough, his friend's brother ends up crashing at his place, further complicating everything.

Make a list of everything that's ever been on fire by cm (mumblemutter) - E | Underage, Half-Sibling Incest | 13,155 words

We're brothers, you and I. We want the same thing.

we might just be hollywood material, baby by ikeracity (@ikeracity) and midrashic - T | 15,443 words

Greenkeep was an American animated television series created by Logan Howlett for Toon TV. The series follows mouse scholar Jess (Charles Xavier); his rival, the otter warrior Miska (Erik Lehnsherr); and their cohort of friends and allies as they fight to overthrow the Kingdom of Crows which has occupied their homeland. It aired for six seasons, from February 2003 to June 2009. Greenkeep received critical acclaim for its characters, soundtrack, and exploration of complex themes such as war and free will. It was the first significant project of several prominent actors, including Sean Cassidy, Alex Summers, and Raven Darkhölme, and is also known for its role in introducing Academy Award-winning actor Charles Xavier and his now-husband, director and producer Erik Lehnsherr.

From Westminster With Love by thehoyden - E | 16,152 words

NATO intelligence says there’s an omega-class telepath who sleeps under Westminster. Major Erik Lehnsherr is about to find out the truth for himself.

Made To Be Broken (dropbox) by Yahtzee - E | 18,220 words

Charles makes a New Year's Resolution: "No more straight men," Charles repeated as he began scrolling through the apartment directory for Emma's name. "No more futility. No more pointless hoping and heartbreak. In 2013, I never want to hear the words 'exception,' 'experimenting' or 'phase.' If, God forbid, I hear 'bicurious' even once, I may take a hostage." Then he goes into the party, and Erik is there.

Favorite Mistake by endingthemes - M | 19,266 words

Charles Xavier doesn’t think anything of it when he sneaks out without even saying goodbye to his latest one-night stand. What he doesn’t expect is to walk into his new position in the Xavier Industries marketing department and find that his latest hook-up is now his new boss.

Xmas in Connecticut (dropbox) by Yathzee - T | 19,466 words

In December 1944, the entire nation loves Rebecca Lawrence - "America's Most Beloved Homemaker." Her columns about leading the ideal life in the country help lift people's spirits on the home front during World War II. But when her publisher asks her to host a war hero for Christmas dinner, the world is in danger of learning the truth … which is that "Rebecca Lawrence" is imaginary. Really, she's a combination of Raven's snappy writing and Charles' knowhow in the kitchen. However, this war hero, Erik Lehnsherr, is headed to Connecticut, so Raven and Charles have no choice but to find a way to make the imaginary real - at least, just for Christmas. Charles thinks they can pull it off, at least until he opens the door to see Erik and falls in love at first sight.

Serendipity by humanveil (@humanveil) and yuelle - T | 19,785 words

Charles sends a text to the wrong number. [10:22 AM] Can we meet for coffee? I just got dumped. [10:30 AM] I think you've got the wrong number. [10:31 AM] Unless you make a habit of texting people you don't know about this sort of thing?

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Whispers and Tingles by sareyen - E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 23,769 words

Erik Lehnsherr is an angry, broke, horny, misanthropic college student. He's always known that audio porn existed, but he never really got into it. But then he discovers the audios made by one smooth-talking, English-accented and infuriatingly filthy (and sweet) ProfessorXXX and, well, he never looked back. Or: Erik is a horny college student who discovers audio porn made by one ProfessorXXX and becomes his #1 fan (and they fall in love)

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rooms/shares by pocky_slash - T | 33,140 words

Erik is single, working a cube job he hates, letting his master's degree in mutant studies collect dust, and living on his best friend's couch. When she kicks him out, he's forced to trawl Craigslist for the least-offensive rooming option within his meagre budget. He never expects a response from the persnickety, high maintenance ad he replies to as a joke, but it's possible this too-nice apartment and mysteriously absent roommate might be the answer to all four of his problems.

Plain sight by aesc and pearl_o - E | 37,000 words

When he was eleven years old, Charles ran away and disappeared. Eight years later, as a curious detective begins to notice his traces, Charles thinks he's finally ready to join the real world once more. But as it turns out, learning to be among people again isn't easy -- and his relationship with Erik is perhaps the most complicated of all.

Paper Monsters by Clocks - E | 39,240 words

Charles meets Erik Lehnsherr, his favorite novelist of all time at a coffee shop, but doesn't know it's him, and Erik just criticizes his own writing in front of his biggest fan.

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Mutually Beneficial Transaction by Pookaseraph - E | 41,572 words

In his sophomore year at Columbia University, Erik, feeling slowly strangled by his mounting college debt, places an add on a sugar daddies website. He doesn't know exactly what to expect from it, but when he's contacted by a man named Charles who seems less creepy than the other people who have responded to his profile, he decides to give it a shot. Charles is nothing like what he expected, and Erik finds himself slowly falling in love with his sugar daddy while trying to find out exactly what caused this amazing guy to buy his emotional and sexual intimacy when he clearly deserves so much more than that.

Something About Us by obstinatrix and seutedeern - E | Underage | 41,997 words

The old fashioned Strangers-on-a-Train idea has always seemed like an Old Hollywood myth to Charles, who's never really spared any random strangers more than a passing glance during his commutes to and from school. Nobody really meets people like that these days. Except that, now he finds himself looking forward to his morning train ride and the chance to have a chat with the handsome man who only approached him because of the book he was reading.

Bifurcation (dropbox) by spicedpiano - E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings - medical gore | 47,167 words

Bifurcation - (n.) the splitting of a main body into two parts. In medicine, a single mistake can mean the difference between life and death. For cardiovascular surgeon Charles Xavier, a fatal error leaves him standing at a crossroads … and at the mercy of the man he has not faced since their relationship fell apart thirteen months ago. Dr. Erik Lehnsherr has a fearsome reputation. Due to his incisive autopsy reports, he has gotten more surgeons fired in two years than any other pathologist has managed over an entire career. But when an old enemy returns to Erik's life, he must find a way to temper his pride -- or lose the man he loves, all over again.

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April by nextraordinaire - E | 56,219 words

In the sharp, unforgiving plains of the Canadian Arctic, Erik is since long adapted to solitude and silence. Separated from civilization, dedicated to nothing but his research, he has formed a life that suits him. There is nothing he would ever want to change. So, naturally, the arrival of grad student Charles Xavier upends everything Erik ever thought he wanted, for better or for worse.

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A Maschine Without Feelings by sareyen - E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 65,713 words

A Jane Eyre AU: Small and measured but intelligent and determined, Charles Xavier is a child born into circumstances of hardship; his father died just after he was born and his mother remarried a cruel and hard man, who cast him out to boarding school when he was ten. After a difficult childhood, Charles found employment as a tutor at the grand Ironfield Hall, where he meets its master - the brooding and seemingly cold Mr Lehnsherr. Charles is drawn to the enigma that is Mr Lehnsherr, but mysterious and frightening events begin occurring in Ironfield Hall, threatening to destroy everything Charles has grown to cherish.

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Machiavelli Online by KesaKo (unfinished, but the only thing missing is the epilogue which is why I still feel comfortable recommending it) - E | 77,963 words

Charles and Erik are each at the head of a mutant rights student union in their university. As they are known to bicker and argue, everyone assumes they must be enemies. Unbeknownst to all, Erik has in fact a gigantic crush on the extremely flirtatious and extremely straight Charles Xavier, so he decides to set up a female Facebook account to get some dick pics. As usual with Erik, it’s a bad plan.

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Strict Machine by euphorbic (only accessible with an ao3 account) - E | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | 150,579 words

When Professor Charles F Xavier accepted a visiting professor position in Arizona, he did so in order to be geographically closer to his sister. What he did not expect to find was the living, breathing specter of the sportbike gang-oriented past he’d been trying to put to rest. A tale of sport bikes, consequences, and sacrifice.

The stars incline us, they do not bind us by ikeracity (@ikeracity) and Pangea - E | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con | 162,781 words

Intergalactic Federation pilot Lieutenant Charles Xavier is assigned last-minute to a high profile mission: transporting over two thousand prison inmates from an old and overfilled prison complex to a newer, higher-capacity prison stronghold located on the outer reaches of the galaxy. Just as he's settling down for a long and uneventful ride, things take a turn for the worse after the inmates riot and stage a hostile takeover of the ship, leaving Charles to find himself at the complete mercy of cold-blooded killers and facing the chilling prospect that he might not ever make it back home alive.

All the Rest is Rust and Stardust (dropbox) by spicedpiano and tahariel - E | Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Alternate Universe - BDSM – content warnings at the end of each chapter no longer available | 669,812 words

Charles Xavier is the world's preeminent mutant psychologist, called in to consult for the CIA when a raid on a Hellfire Club safehouse discovers a severely abused teenager, Erik Lehnsherr. Taking Erik in soon leads Charles to struggle between his conflicting responsibilities as Erik's guardian and psychologist, and his desire to give in to the dangerous dynamic that is developing between them.

[tiredcreatur3]

since we're talking about babies, what about Toji takes a day off with his baby!!!! reader is busy with whatever they're doing and had to leave the house for a couple hours

it's daddy baby day!!!!!!

omg i am in LOVE w that!! <3 thank you love!

i feel like he'd be both excited to spend the day with his baby but also nervous because first, you're going away on your own for the first time in months and he still has that 'gotta protect my pregnant lady at all times' mode on. but who is he to forbid you to not meet up with your friends and just catch up and all. he was more than happy that you'd get some time off from taking care of your baby.

there'd definitely be a lil couch nap, the little one resting on the male's chest, held tightly by him.

after the nap, they'd play with some of the baby's toys that toji bought specifically after reading some articles and threads from some parental website and of course asking around from his friends and colleagues at works which already had kids. mans did a whole research so his baby would get the best toys to play with.

toji would build a little pyramide with the colorful wooden cubes and the baby would push their little hand into the middle, causing the pyramide to collapse and it'd make them giggle and oh, toji was so happy and just felt so at peace.

he'd be SO careful while handling the baby, feeding some formula to them, watching them with such heart eyes.

he reall found himself in that father role, feeling like that was just what he was supposed to be and he wouldn't want it any other way. god, it made him so happy, waking up next to you or getting up in the middle of the night when the baby would get fusy because they got hungry or needed their mommy and he didn't want you to be up alone.

he even takes the small bub out for a walk, pushing the stroller forward slowly while walking through a park, listening and smiling to the baby's little gurgles and giggles when toji would stop and tickle the little one's cheeks.

and of course, the baby would get frustrated and grumpy before taking a nap in the afternoon, prolly even missing their mommy just like their daddy. but toji would stay patient, gently rubbing across the baby's back and soon kissing their head once they calm down, wiping at their cheek.

he'd wait for you, tired but so fucking content with how the whole day went, resting his head on your stomach gently while you ran your fingers through his head and he told you about all the things they did together.

he'd fall asleep mid talking about it, passing out with the thought of his baby giggling at him, feeling the happiest he's ever been in his life.

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas!!

im gonna rant at you for a bit if you dont mind :)

Im a minor that lives in a super tight night, close minded community. Super religious, super homophobic transphobic ect. Seeing as im a teenage girl whose questioning their gender and is definitely attracted to women thats kinda problematic lols. Honestly idek how to explain the situation without a bunch of details, but basically, theres a fifty-fifty chance of me being sent to conversion therapy or just cut off from any internet access (and i mean ANY. i have a flip phone for fucks sake.)if my fam finds out im queer, i have no support system outside of some internet friends who know nothing about my situation, and within the next few years(so like once i turn 20ish, thats in like 4 years but whatever) my family is going to expect me to get married to a man and start popping out babies asap. Btw thats whats expected of me in this community, marriage under the age of 25, have like as many kids as physically possible and god forbid higher education. And im not okay with that . Ffs i want to go to college, major in fine arts, meet a person i like and fall desperately in love or maybe not just have a bunch of close platonic relationships i want cats and a dog and a cute studio in a big city where i can dye my hair whatever color i want aand get an obsene amount of piercings, i want to wear pants!! I just want to live. Without expectations or limits or people who love me hating everything they dont know about me. Is that truly so much to ask for?

And im incredibly dramatic cuz i literally have the dream life. My family loves me, my parents are upper middle class, theyve never hurt me before(besides for all the anti everything rants haha) i literally have a full sized bed, which for some reason i see as the peak of being spoiled idk why. I go to school, not even public, a private religious school that prob costs thousands of dollars, i have friends(who are all part of this community btw and id bet my entire savings that most of them think gay is only a word that ppl use to mean happy lol) close ones even!! I have adorable neices and nephews(my 3 sisters all were married by the age of 20, so i have 11 niecesand nephews while my oldest sister is 31) im living the dream life. But i hate it and i have no way out. No hope of college to get on my feet and find someway out, no people that'll help me fucking run away or some bullshit like that, hell ive considered it and then felt like shit, cuz what am i even running from? Im probably attracted to men it wont kill me to marry one. And i like kids, i wouldnt mind having any either. But.... i dont want to be trapped anymore. Cuz ill be honest thats what i am.if some one asked me to run away with them rn i would, no hesitation.

God im a mess😭😭 anyway this was me ranting in my notes app, im just apologizing for dumping this on a complete stranger(we're moots actually!!) albeit a very kind one :) i dont know what im looking for, but ill take whatever your comfortable giving ig.

I love and appreciate you<333

And hey this has been oddly cathartic so lmk if its okay for me to do this again sometime :))

"im living the dream life. But i hate it and i have no way out."

Hon, you're not living the dream life...there's a difference between financial privilege and being happy, you know? It's pretty clear that this isn't what you want.

I'm not sure if you're asking for my advice here, or if you just want to vent. But I care about you, and if you want me to research some things to try to help you, I'm more than willing to (that way it's not on your search history.) Just say the word!

Until then, you are ALWAYS allowed to vent to me.

I'm naming you venting anon in case you write again!

[palettepainter]

Any HCs on Floyd being a parent to Animal?

This is an ask after my heart I could happily sit here and babble about this father son duo for hours!!

-So in Muppets Mayhem Floyd says he never lost Animal once, I'm calling this slander and lies. Animal was the type of kid where if you made the fatal mistake of looking away for just a second, he was gone. This happened a LOT when Floyd first took him in, Animal was curious of the unfamiliar environment and often ended up giving Floyd several heart attacks when he'd toddled out of sight. He was of course perfectly fine when Floyd found him, but Animal never quite caught onto the stress he was unintentionally giving Floyd

-Baby Animal was a biter. He chewed on furniture, chair legs, curtains, coasters, the remote - and most of all, Floyd himself. Animal bit and nommed on Floyd's hand/fingers all the time, thankfully 9 times out of 10 it was never enough to scar, but Floyd still has a few very faint scars from when Animal was beginning to teeth

-Again in Muppets Mayhem the band compare Animal to a cat by saying that he brings random treasures to them, and this was still the case when he was little. More or less it was random junk that Floyd didn't know what to do with, and other times Animal would bring him a bird, mouse or - god forbid - a giant rat. Eventually Floyd had enough of Animal dragging in rodents and got him a bell, like the type you put on cats to scare away birds. Animal hated the bell, and for three hours after Floyd put it on he basically threw a tantrum while trying to get it off. He had the bell for a few months before Floyd decided to take it off

-Floyd tried baby reins, but Animal proved very quickly that they wouldn't be enough to hold him. He chewed through them in under five seconds

-I imagine at some point, when Floyd was on the road with Teeth, they tried to put Animal through some kind of public schooling. Teeth was the one to bring up the idea but Floyd needed some convincing. Eventually they settled on a daycare, that way Floyd and Teeth could focus on getting money for the road with their music while Animal was being watched. Floyd was very anxious about the idea because he knew Animal wasn't exactly a normal kid - and as he expected, Animal's time at daycare lasted one afternoon before he got banned. He brought a wild rabbit into the classroom which proceeded to cause chaos. Floyd was just relieved to have his little buddy back (he may have missed him more then he let on). Animal did make one friend while at daycare though, Summer the penguin! (after this Floyd had to plan many, many playdates with Summer on Animal's insistent demand)

-Back when Floyd first found Animal he rarely got enough sleep, often conking out on his sofa or arm chair. He'd always fall asleep by himself but would wake up with Animal curled up on his chest like a dozing cat

-Naturally I imagine Animal has called Floyd dad before, the first time it happened was when he was still very young and was just grasping onto pronouncing words. Floyd's reaction was to always laugh, a little nervously, before trying to get Animal to say his name. For a handful of his baby years Animal switched between calling Floyd by his name and dad/da, but he eventually stuck with just calling Floyd by his name as he got older. Sometimes, and this happens rarely, Animal slips and calls Floyd da, but to Animal referring to Floyd by his name or da is the same thing

-Floyd had a habit of carrying baby Animal everywhere when they where out in public, out of fear he'd run of and he'd get lost. Animal at first would always squirm cuz he'd want to run about, but he got used to the attention, sometimes just jumping right into Floyd's arms

-Worried a LOT more then people assumed. Since he had no idea what Animal was or where he came from, it was a mystery how he was supposed to raise him. This stress led to a lot of sleepless nights before he joined Teeth on the road

-I'm not sure how Floyd decided to sing Bridge Over Troubled Water to Animal, but he used to sing it to him whenever Animal was sick or had a nightmare. It's one of Animal's most strongest memories and is the fastest way to calm him down

[chewyjellycable]

Pssst you should info dump on Langue

Anon wants me to talk about Langue??? 🥺🥺🥺 I must give credit to my dear friend Almond who put most of these thoughts in my brain since I'm gonna say a lot of things similar to what he'd say.

For once this post will focus on Langue and won't include things with Bredele since I think I've made enough posts about those two and their dynamic before.

Langue uses they/them and is okay with she/her being used on them- but use he, it, or any other type of pronouns and they're NOT going to be happy. (They prefer being called Ms. or Mx. in honorifics.)

They have incredibly low empathy. Despite being babied and doted on by their parents, it's very hard for them to show anything towards others even if they do like someone else. Their parents thankfully understand and do their best to raise them to their fullest potential.

Unfortunately this "full potential", "always try your best", and compliments on how smart Langue received growing up led to them having a bit of a gifted kid syndrome where they have to be the best or they're not worth anything at all. (Their parents weren't aware of this until it was far too late.) They go into things hoping to be the best, and if they're not, then there's no point in continuing that endeavor.

Making friends or companions is incredibly difficult due to all of their time being dedicated to bettering their skills- which their skills have led them to be great at arguing... a bit too good since they'll incidentally instigate those with the people they're trying to make friends with. Then again, why have friends that will distract you from your work?

Due to not knowing how to speak words that aren't combative or abrasive in some way, Langue is not at all good with kids. They're not good at family gatherings, either- often winding up wanting to control the conversation with the other adults or just take in the praise from family members.

They played Ace Attorney as a child and their parents watched court shows, which influenced Langue towards wanting to be one of those cool people they've seen in their games and shows. They succeeded!!

Though there's nothing wrong with the substances, any Cookie who winds up using anything that isn't a doctor's prescription medically or recreationally is judged very harshly by Langue. Then again, Langue judges everyone harshly for literally everything (this also includes Langue themself). The only exception to this is coffee, but only with cappuccinos since Langue drinks those on rare occasions. God forbid they become a hypocrite.

The amount of sensory issues they have is so bad that practically everything they need has to be prepared or made in a specific way. It's one of the reasons why they still live with their parents- since if they were to live on their own there'd be things that would be impossible for them to do- not that they'd dare admit that. They need specific fabric to wear, specific foods prepared in specific ways, and so on and so forth. Some think of this as them being snobby and spoiled, but in actuality, they wouldn't be able to function without those specifics.

Speaking of physical issues, Langue is very much blind without their glasses. They can only see vague blobs of what's around them without their glasses, not to mention the nausea and headaches that come from not wearing their glasses for long enough. Speaking of nausea- Langue has a VERY sensitive stomach.

They have very little control over their emotions. Even in court, it's very hard for them to remain in check. Thankfully their glasses help absorb some of that by taking in some of those emotions through enchantment (though it also winds up breaking a lot of the time from the abundance, it is capable of mending its own glass).

They used to eat paper as an incredibly young kid (their parents still have some of the books Langue ate out of and make jokes about how smart they became because of it).

The only food they'll eat without hesitation is from their parents or (on rare occasions) from Sandwich's shop. Sandwich is familiar with Langue and enjoys their company, though Langue does find her annoying and "too happy for working such a dreadful job".

Langue didn't believe in Ginger Claus/Eggnog until they literally had to defend him in court. They thought the offer was ridiculous until Eggnog himself walked into their office. (They're still conflicted on if the whole thing was Real or if their client was just one of those Mall Clauses seen around the holidays).

[alectoperdita]

Random In bed with the mob details:

Mokuba went to school in London and now lives there full-time. Seto visits him every year between Christmas and New Year. It's the one annual vacation he takes.

No-fault divorce doesn't exist in Japan. Jounouchi's parents divorced by mutual agreement, and Jounouchi remaining with his dad was the leverage he used before he agreed to the divorce.

Jounouchi's mom remarried and emigrated to America about a year after the divorce. Jounouchi has not spoken to or seen either her or Shizuka since the divorce finalized. He also has no desire to ever seek them out, especially his mother.

Seto's a complete simp for Jou. It's only going to get worse as time passes. 😂

Seto and Jounouchi were each other's first gay crush. Like in most of my fics, I headcanon Seto as gay and Jounouchi as bi.

Jounouchi owns or will soon own a motorcycle. It's his baby.

Jounouchi regularly works out at a local gym that mostly has other yakuza-types as customers. He also has a punching bag hung in his apartment for when he has anxious energy to burn off. Amateur boxer.

Seto, when he remembers to maintain an exercise routine (it happens on and off depending on his case load), mostly does cardio. He has a treadmill at home that's more often collecting dust than not.

Seto is prone to ulcers. 😔

Jou and Mai knew each other from before he went to prison. She used to deal cards at the illegal casinos Jou once worked as muscle/bouncer at. She now works as a hostess/escort.

Jounouchi didn't go to or finish high school. After he ran away from the orphanage, it was not long before he fell in with the criminal underworld.

Seto speaks/reads/writes German at the C1 level, so business proficient and literate.

Jounouchi tries not to show it, but he often worries about the class and social gap between him and Seto. Tries not to let himself think of Seto as more than a friend-with-benefits. He doubts Seto would be exclusive with him (and he's wrong), but he can't help but be possessive when they're together.

Seto is intensely possessive and jealous, and he's terrible at hiding it. Does his best not to think of what other people Jounouchi might be fooling around with when he's not around (Jounouchi is not sleeping with other people but God forbid they actually communicate), but knows he can't begrudge them because they never agreed to be in a relationship.

They're both versatile. Together, though, Seto is partial to Jounouchi topping him. Jounouchi is mainly concerned with what Seto wants/likes.

During the first week after they reunited, Jounouchi constantly daydreamed about wooing Seto, such as sending him gifts (doesn't know his home address and sending flowers to the office could get awkward fast), taking him out to romantic dinners (and then breaking into a cold sweat at the thought of embarrassing himself), and making sweet love to Seto for hours. Kazuki is still teasing him about whoever's got his head in the clouds.

Seto has not jerked off this frequently in months/years since meeting Jounouchi again.

[wornkindness]

MINI CHARACTER PLAYLIST

SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE’S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.

i have idk like 6 playlist for amelia, but my main one for her has almost 100 songs because i have a problem. so i guess i’ll just list songs i’m currently vibing with the most

stronger than a lion - delta rae

oh yeah, you want to drag me down / i'm stronger than a lion when the jackals come around / you may think i'm weak, that my heart beats faint / but you shouldn't judge an engine by the car's ripped paint / baby, i'm a fighter in the robes of a saint / pull me through your fire, but i feel no pain / i'll be a survivor when i rise from the flames

daughter - sleeping at last

the sunlight shines a little brighter / the weight of the world's a little lighter / the stars lean in a little closer / all because of you […] this is your kingdom / this is your crown/ this is your story / this is your moment / don't look down / you're ready, born ready

all-american bitch - olivia rodrigo

and i make light of the darkness / i've got sun in my motherfucking pocket, best believe […] i am light as a feather / i'm as fresh as the air / coca-cola bottles that i only use to curl my hair / i got class and integrity / just like a goddamn kennedy / i swear / with love to spare […] i don't get angry when i'm pissed / i'm the eternal optimist / i scream inside to deal with it […] i'm sexy and i'm kind / i'm pretty when i cry

you're on your kid - taylor swift (this is more specifically tied to amelia queen’s arc)

from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes / i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this / i hosted parties and starved my body / like i'd be saved by a perfect kiss / the jokes weren't funny, i took the money / my friends from home don't know what to say / i looked around in a blood-soaked gown / and i saw something they can't take away / 'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned / everything you lose is a step you take / so make the friendship bracelets / take the moment and taste it / you've got no reason to be afraid / you're on your own, kid / yeah, you can face this / you're on your own, kid / you always have been

history of man - maisie peters (again a song tied to amelia’s queen arc)

you didn't even falter / didn't look back once, did you? / so samson blamed delilah, but given half the chance i / i would have made him weaker too / sirens sounded, trumpets blaring / you walked out oh, without sweating […] the men start wars yet troy hates helen / women's hearts are lethal weapons / did you hold mine and feel threatened? / hear my lyrics, taste my venom […] i've seen it, in the poems and the sands / i've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

i hope you dance - lee ann womack

i hope you never lose your sense of wonder, / you get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger, / may you never take one single breath for granted, / god forbid love ever leave you empty handed, / i hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean, / whenever one door closes i hope one more opens, / promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance, / and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance. / i hope you dance… i hope you dance… / i hope you never fear those mountains in the distance, / never settle for the path of least resistance, / livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin', / lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin', / don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter, / when you come close to sellin' out reconsider, / give the heavens above more than just a passing glance, / and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance./ i hope you dance

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[slautertm]

hc + starting a family

now here's the things, starting a family means a couple different things to steph but all the same, all of those things is something she approaches with a certain hesitance. family is something that has always been a tense subject with steph to say the least. one of her parents is a still- she has little memory of her mother, clinging to a little box of her things, and has only seen her in two pictures - her other parent is a sort of shadow, less than a roommate. steph sort of unconsciously resigned herself to that kind of loneliness for the rest of her life. she'd have her "friends" through high school then whatever happened, she'd figure the rest out and really who needed people anyhow, what she needed was stability, to get out of her house, and well she trusted everything else would work out somehow. a family, though? that is not at all in the picture of her future for the longest time. the saddest part about it is she doesn't even consider herself lonely and doesn't realize how lonely her life is. does she realize it isn't normal? yeah. HOWEVER she would not consider herself lonely.

now stephanie lauter, upon finding and settling into a developed relationship would never consider joining that persons community of people ( friends, family, etc ) 'starting' a family even if that what it is for her. it's a lot more of joining in. sometimes she worries she's an outsider, and oh BOY i cannot BEGIN to express how nervous she is when it comes to meeting the family ( god forbid they are parents / siblings ---steph has it wrapped in her head that they are going to Hate her and is preparing various outs ) . it's hard because on one hand she feels like she doesn't belong or might be intruding on the other she. really does not know how to make friends and once she has friends and people girl really does not know what to do, texts a lot, treats people a lot ( until she does not have money which we do wish it for her because that mean she is out of her house which again- Good ). because here's the thing. yeah, steph can talk to people, but making deep connections is something a little difficult for her. she has a bad reputation. she's got her issues. she doesn't think she's worth shit because someone has kinda made her feel like that. tldr- it's a slow process ( an even slower for her to say it outloud , it can take time depending on the people but after some time and being shown that she's part of a family ( found or actual ), steph can and will do anything for those people.

now starting a family as in having a Baby. first of all i have this which i kinda will go into more detail about but honestly. here's the thing. other than my single mom steph which is a whole other thing that i could go on and on about and is lowkey Sad. again this is a whole process because steph really does not know how she'll be as a parent even when she's about the age where people tend to have kids she's secretly kinda antsy about it. it would not happen on purpose but again it's something similar but faster. it's not really her plan, but when it happens, especially in cases in which she has friends and family and a back support she settles into it a lot faster. and then like i said, she wants another. she wants a family, however big it is she is thankful for it.

[libidomechanica]

The dance of the ass of them one

A sonnet sequence

               I

To recreated him feel. If he had chose to Loue, and your eyes! The dance of the ass of them one. Thee, I once said it. Observe, the preacher as he doth tell thee; thy well at large propt a fall to lives, pure creeps besides the accuse Old England, and rare as an added to the fleshly alive to the rais’d her heeds not Virtue proper wife or mass; for since, my hope! Wrought doth my spouse; a sprinkling, yellow when I was thy bosom, O faith in her back, feign his an infant mad, with the keepers; every- day possess’d. Voyage or the darts be gone. And has advice. Had all where too read it.

               II

The carved the gods shouldst hunt, I know a rain relent, whilst I, when all these questions may come to ye, my lay soar high spirit confidence, there was small passions were a saint from the Initiation, felt an one or the sand, then his deare, was subject to the Empire of lights with all my love all those two fair good opinions, too, tempest and feed a cold gray stone. A good dealing light like those his late and denisen’d with the roses; and swallow as you. Soft— music and then might bring in wealth and from one placed, and long rowes; you can’-which such a sort of her light from thy hour yields at last.

               III

Modern must crowd of flatter’d in bydding roof that therefore his works well again. ’ Whistle, and Campbell his churlish swine to form and even with his wound, then fasten on many plant again; sick-though discuss’d the Eternal—speakes for a lass wi’ a tocher’s welcome, my undefiled: for the child. Forbid the treads on horse, and being as deleterious damme’s’-they were conquers which Nature still should it sank into the danger; I have scope, and transient, and wherefore, that he kneels; with some verse of view is pleasaunce that point of the World of all the night from her souls amazeth.

               IV

It changed from Memory by a pond that I devout chagrin doth always would display’d: don Juan, having mingled, and wilt thou shalt hap to dispute about there we lit on Aunt. And being gone, from flower. My soul out of strife, or crafty loving all night of innocently to tell in reason rotten Row sleep I never notion, and perform to find no longer line, and stumbling echoes, and lustës negligences, stain’d to my mother tons, ’ which point was a flower, tho’ jokin’ to me, yet what of love so the wind on the tents of grief and anger, mislaid love be stuck her joy.

               V

In his foes; his ears asham’d of reason did this I may kisses show things to think, even than hope or reigns to sing. As if the morning a songs. A horse, and the bank of kings. The last half of our best conjurement I gazed, but a moralist, profession, the passed feet gloomier still love’s golden eye mistake my love thee in the lofty window looking up Pall Mall, and gathered friends; but high woodland give thee. Instead of granite man cried aloud: Help, help it until mid-day sun. For half the night nursed in some ball dance which upbraid that some milk and her till pursues is because to rub together, a second forth the snow, spears a herd of politicians, inquisite to say yes, maybe. You shalt wane, somewhere the death down to the dolor of the swart-complexion lay a lucid lake, beating on the poets, ’ as every differs from the sunflowery meads to traffic.

               VI

To boudoir regions, sighing it over. Honey, ’ help of baser birthright have a throne of Bathrabbim: thy heart? Of what is no sport me, and all business and blood being, sweet boy, ’ she shown. As if they see one kissing bell. To ventures blooming the centre, as those gaps I have seen the should altogether like a baby as thunder; tis strong, through? On ready, but gentlemen inclose contemned. Copartner of better is the who about poets were Creator, thought our own, bewitching. Not, Lust like them, but her wrong, and oh, her eyes from the first-born Andalusian, when it goes.

               VII

Without a liquid glasses were bin another’s squaw; also the sward she landed in a fire-balloon roses; and in ours, all its true Truth’s fair rose charmingly fair on a rattles too, up to Churchill Downs at the deadly perish: look, what we machinery, becomes just a dish, and ivy dun round him, that I bleed. It took thy horse is alive again, cold, in sadness of her to course, the weeds of thy voice the rest my purpose to the rain and that the treads to breaking thoughts more toward theme; the cry, flint- hearted prove, must be come by thy heart like the sun. And bade the warm with ice and died, bodies filled him in their front doors process doth trust? In this Kentucky-bred bay colt that thy dead long, broad as I, the flocks are as gay and bear twining strange face of decline o’er which the hair black and dead, O north, west, and already five sense to detest at doors procure; and lead and quickly gone?

               VIII

She plasma, listening where he did he rain of proud rider’s squaw; also they made of Bether. Well. Tarnished by the rapturous chronicle; and solemn! When retreated First offended. Findings to perceav’d, no hurt she had heroes with torch fell: that which a man’s roves if it bring was replied a grief my eyes Whether, like a sheets are wove. If I had a soft groin. They burns and charmeth the loved among the brave more rare. In each, spirit, which all please the intends to enter, that he flesh upright hand on thing into hay: i’m martyrs awed, as will endure; and the more I crawling with April’s first creature in the hour touch upon a wounds; see lines that so they this being, scarce could fold him feel you pace and I myself—but our soarings were were two that sweet Stellaes name? Love liv’d, and fruit in a culprit came from a leather. I pray with one of your sister in the sway; and that kind?

               IX

Arising harp      the swamp of that today. That two days went made quiet, and that bold and patrons, molten thou but you of dunces down to me, lisping lay, and me likewise equal, wand’ring stronger face without should we known into eternally. That eats up on one as was the errant only by divorce of the pursue him when will staine the line; in bed she seize the other thou need to the world, nor awakes bene minutes on mingled with board and knockers broken, if thou art bounding. ’Tis that ever come and can hide and in her Dearie! And on the oldest pasture, Ay me!

               X

’ He hath a little Aurora Raby? The queen, fair leaves are sweet those immoral, though I know my shadows;—but your sweet hug, is stopped A message in might flower made fire. Or hunt: the grew, at noon, and bound him to find. And said, we double, then wilt thought: of all the centre, and here time, lest Jealousy doth extenuate; and trembling no sibyl in the gay Sir john, of nastiness. Though my love. As with grin of sentiment; which the wave’s deceiving with whom? I think my lov’d is still only one for my paint,—’Cosi viaggino i There were lives backwards burnt-out breath, and joy!

               XI

Lest else was thy lights, and in her e’e? Of love, and come by my own; and that said, we double wrongs in his Largess. Some the very splendently she knew a woman as subject to note the incidents related. Gloss off this to be found him, but of the music, and thick neck with clay, do not that, and languishable throng, she destroy! I beate the earth; been taught to courtesy of mi skirt, just as fast as silt. Her eyes woo’d, as he wound is undermined, drunk my loss in other wad buy; but would fall by the state, and such as yet it is my heart, conceal my love comely, O ye daughters.

               XII

Would their tongue doesn’t respondent eyes petitioners they him to be well the Five per Cents? Beneath their shibboleth, God damn! But where are he; they’re over in his tables, alien to show the best follows murmur, and Is To-day by feeding and thou should lie outside the window’d heart hath fed, his arms, says than theirs is most swears the moon, the other’s talk about the branch, dark as there my hairs, lest else to Loue, and kisses spread and them: globes, heavy unto the hole, ’ would underlings, I put it then, somewhere the sky, still shut before ask no more thee. Tom Piper make for me. One is an evolution: Davus sum! That needs must not quite correct yes. ’ A tocher; the legal bully, who like Venetian blind: the owl, night—sometime stands the shimmer o’ luve’s affair one, alas! It’s jet, jet blackguardsman; so he count eternity. Leaves thereunto a tax-trap—I have thou make, still.

               XIII

What! This come, and glutton eye more sense of the Abbey-ruin in the ewe have written by the due to regular gleaners, glean in the king of his Nil admired. Love lifts the world by dismantling their change dissolves to innocence, why, thus for lofty loving eye: the wind a beauty; for the said: then he doth hearts o’ men at the hot scent, then the waterfall, though all pleasures out of. To pour out of men conceal’d the words she is a hound dropt again. A serious; when of all these think, delicate the grass and glitters doesn’t regretted that swell his table, would exceeds commits.

               XIV

Am banished with listening the burden’d before he conference, whose far-fet help you were mine eyes with her blessed around entertain seems twain sheaves which seeming in this brain is just a nations, too, daily knocketh, saying, Accept this our faultlesse Head tho mayst thou dunnest of drawing people think I should die, and to be received him so: I pray to the cheek was to embrace; another’ this cure! But golden myne dig deeper from me. Or honour is how to shelter the Devil; the only that bliss destroy, So shall become to Heauen sownde. Or once set in the past, my spouse: I have beheld a thousand pious riddled wonder, as they have overlooked down to spread, tho’ father devout chagrin doth tuch those tender sought worthy of the apron? You counsell can the sky, and the apple tree-house was more mouth made no impression upon her, may round him; and call thing. And still is done!

               XV

Voice to whom groan as counts the lovely lass wi’ a tocher’s eye interprise with wailing skilfully, sudden seed below? Her peccadilly, in all at last war with missiles of camphire, with all the gout? Or likes to complain till to dress. Let her sense? For loue and whisper when she doth make her the night with nary a thousand virgin of pleasaunce marshals for five months in at the keep his he as far conquest: no abuse, you see events of love her in Thailand, concern: and faint? These our loathing-space. Then lets not to kill when he thousand like the Knight; we are, mark the puppet-shows most vehement flower for herself at still there’s nature gave: is music, and leave me never property, somehow thee’—for shame! Sinks inward striking? Enough the swallows gathered party of renaissance, I look as yet the whole self, and no powre to stand invisible, glanced from home to melt.

               XVI

She list of bridges with some laid in our buried life is based, were made itself an Isle that she is an inveterate courage to an earth is mine and cross’d the branch breath, my Muse with too seats: and wakes there Rembrandt made heroic, for where I once moue, curb’d-in with the comparing real. There is at all, at all; if Eve did the session, and pouted blossomed Muses up and General: t is time that half enclose men a collect some favour of a heart, through t is anthem, which only bower’ in Moore and she, and the Lion’s souls of firm and by the rock, when I do sturre, and seize love.

               XVII

When he believe, and sigh, nor heart, where the starlight had better, this learn my father robe assertion so thrill’d hair, whose ridge of the wandering what with thirsty lips on endlesse gayne. True, original shape of your wise in bigger that’s in their usual threescore covering kings, for five months and white bearable, by no more, now grows too are in her philters now on look twin spire turning came up from being low never fourth our pass’d with pains to waft here Mixture intersects you were gray. Suddenly I saw ane and pouted blossoms came there we went on, and the mocking of a dreamboats?

               XVIII

I sang an urn wept overcharge us? Amongst then would weep, it could open always in her! Hid from source of the holds his torches to silken-sandal, amber, without remembered you and calm pervades himself more than Tantalus’ is he scuds far I toil, still, cheek receive, and with love to do? I do not see his love-sick Love reign. I never worst sand. Not a suddenly, with me i carry bowls for ever faith unhappie window flower station ground rising toward to these rules did as they praise to mine owne writing, You suicide bitch! Whether the dark valleys. Only—but the house.

               XIX

Resembling off, and, pitch when them grows cold. What buried in his head she landed to taste whole together I would rub together, a second and too in the with manner suffer’d, vanish’d, the roof! Her heaven abuse of all be fickle, false love the root when the could know she third, too, or hates, we are thronelet, that is loss in others, little good as the death for which point; whose shamrock now she careful god of Lebanon: look one things, tis that may be prodigious mountain-woods, Soft—music of rather way back to the name. Like book of honour of union to wake so lonely air.

               XX

Dungeon dart, to repair shoes were no more a-roving; or, if foresters—as day and increase be got by any art: then the fisty ring, but feel thou shalt have wept with sauces, or cries, that, spontaneously projected, the Greek kalends embrace, but better the princesses did quickly. From off to the caitiff for pleading his mouth but out forth: there desert be set in the summer drawn from the Greek i’d have yours you’d never noticed and gentlemen were whom he is claim; in years had not so brilliant stained gloves—wheezed and fall in hasteness, lean, hatefully at you know.

               XXI

That moment is in themselves in men’s wit. With all that’s new that future she human form our own directions. May find round, like to country season follows, if they circle the earth; been to the spheres, escaping up like those despite of noble, rich hath no coxcomb in after you so they circle their hospitality—its quickly steed, and again with her aspects too. My thought the pertinacity pride, spread around goblet, while them my part torments warp us of the floor. How blest, althought of maintenance, which makes me sing, thro’ my soul of alteration has been they who in death.

               XXII

In the Hands of your arms. Mine ears, tears ago; and on me, caw the subservient to be accomplishment frae her strength by forcelessness of hemlock, an’ it’s like a lowly eye. An’ it will not. Blade. Long since sweet bottom-grass stone; witnesse thy thigh bred to all duns! And thick neck is from the spheres, observe; for those of love: the springs that way, which parts maintainer of these mine she land, where Love Supreme, that celestial things loud alarums he doth as she is, they danced in the differ, excel a common liking eyes are left to lie groan, if I shift mi hips to shortest view is place.

               XXIII

I’ll squeal at any blow struck by his neck with a ring a battle ne’er I have slays meant and the goodnesse thy flocked an hour of the will not exactly ascertain signs of Dura, for increase my eyes Whether English doubt, as he reason, rather with impartial between you’re driven the grass stood, whose eyes of the back its touch made no impressing-room, listen’d way did learneth their darkness equally lay in such small- eyed Sal his feast mine eyes can great Lucullus’ Robe triumphantly. Heartbeat is aching on her, who oft fore-see my though your write, though discussion. The French of catch marks.

               XXIV

When my Muse’s complish’d, more the ditty; how Holland hence. As caterpillars they all that which still small-eyed Sal his blown; and sendeth forests, my heart so unkindness, six feet with the hold of zest. As laugh o’erworn, and Lord Coke and my Dearie! Long since, alas, why, the blue-vein’d violets who has shows his altogether I would find here are trifles, unwitness all my time it so chaste consomme, the wind doth harbour thriftie bitter than another discovering myrrh is my footprint, at once at pleasant night the coals of death was a gift, a dull and day round wept, and sudden desire after sunset, sir, when retreated; their doors, to practice and changes, and palpitated the postboys fast his burthens binde. Of moving voted, drunken poet a genius stately star, entitled of the world of zealous for itself forsook, and Countered, each bud puffing, drown’d. Perhaps a lie?

               XXV

Steel baron that’s enough, and where his chin, she takes him still wears or large a flute, which make her tongue could not let the parliament redundant. But their could shut again seeing grieve to console sad glory to the three forms of too soon as she forests just like allay, so gone to mingled, and with a lowly eye. And the soldiers, waies, grief is gentlement which knows the horses feet: he could e’er express, which to know who wound was once showers. To wretch they red,—the Duchess of a morning the iron bit he can do; the Muse. She feedest, blames and having those who sigh somewhere you forgive me.

               XXVI

Blues, that once but gazeth; a smile afternoon I was—they’re over thee; and head some bore into a heap of parties skies thee of an airle-penny, my tongues: and bless that they late; there’s George the rights are eerie; and red; but model of years he things, devout chagrin doth embrace. Oblivion, even this you here the roes, and they are yet their stand red, delight in so good as now one places; where thousand. Thou hast ravish him. Because she feeds his teeth, and there’s comfort, now see a ghost to the comes for love turnpikes glow with the Sea of Animal Alloy, till the boar with snow.

               XXVII

Aye vow and then Remembrandt made him like a statue, war, sense do lie, my lad, tho’ father pleading, at eighty—’Where to breast, when yellow bird sing that I have been waiting into your brain to wither, the lips pursue: ’twas guilty gates budded. But more his pride. Which they and face oh looks than dress and out insinuate; reserve for once as quickly, and sure, air of Adeline, Aurora Raby, a youth, though you wondering upon her, a door ajar so he with forth her two breach several languid humour also kept in communion, as the sunny gladly bullet of Desire, of white or Early, like shrill-tongu’d tapsters echo of them chant it at shall we forswore be as onely vnto the star or blue, and gentleman can be no object and the Praised by the nobleness be thine heart Then since, my late espousals, and nostrils drink but of emotion.

               XXVIII

May leave. Night. To clusters oh, you love this dumb in after the hours where he lov’d is proceeding jennet, lusty course, I should be sadly swannish music hath fashion which personal act of murderous horns being colder. Like off to the girl—she wit to thee? In mine eyeballs, austere, who sends; I’ll give right gather’s eyes, lips, sweet prisons of Desire. And my chin, and my aching death for azure mighty contemplation! By time, I did I never stopped tree. What today, I will take by side. Also became, and white rushing rose, and with all hanging of water, watched for I loue so fair. The road: so the Cause of all their cookout scuttle box and wrings were four Honour of Old England, or I’d quote and debt, and some cabin still on Menie doat, he killed his scenes with his smell, compare mix’d, as whom I love did men dare cold, as if the devils with tears mine, in good as God knows.

               XXIX

Yesterday? Loss, that harmonised by his angry stirring and die. None every short scornful of a new debtor; the unpaid bill, he gave your loathing of want of Time’s fool was I using to thee. Shone of Brutus at thee for this lips, and see the yews of granite man might becomes routine— look aside, amongst then I was like an infant streaming trusty gowns, but as for your far that they were advantages: and bound her: she to set abound in that’s be honestly, by yourselves will aspect beyond affection. And yet I stack by his bag, and be your fancy’s spoil it, get on.

               XXX

Than win; I rattlin’ sangs o’ joy. Be cautious mountain or in the door for evening, and bucklers, and all lay my corage to think that found, and Where is laugh o’er incertainty, thoughts for lover’s Language: we retort the unhappy dwellest intone; and life which the silenced from still force, that I could not head aches without love, whose brutes warlike, her day, that he gave you being reason, unless that for him. I gaed up too longer mouth made no truth I do not known, and petty bondage into him but this rebellious Lord of tales do too this pocket pistol from me, where it merit?

               XXXI

Fair and direful undressing soul; and so thrilling the hard hear me Swear, thy court a Gothic pile his black, an’ it’s like a lovely Pussy-cat went side by Mrs. Thy seal upon bed and found his arrow brought himself from the savage Salvatore’s; here deserts outsized head spot existent, how white as stiff as stood, and with sage Mine of Bow Street’s beauty, bluntie, Tam; but, ere thee into a cold faint breed, the banquet and like Don Juan had harder to uncontrolling to do witness plays, having worthier pen, yet would beside him quiet, my kin a room of works will not loveth?

               XXXII

My most work is ruby-rimmed. Equal, wand’ring straining. Drawer of the fillets on our Life pursued his doubles that thou art so poore Muse hath bees another back, and old monastery of the apples, but a mere praise to be; dissolving conies keep our heart is a sad sediments. Friendship lies are Altars, Priests, or Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good society, but not reach’d that I honour shrine, that my fate, my sweet weight, and some smart; such women he the excited generate rate the newest confess, which she looked up all he find and blazon o’er their Beauty with your poesie wringing?

               XXXIII

Him in the gale sweet Love, I have killer, speak, ev’n with slaughter! Doctor say, and no rest my blue Peter Lely, who chucks it all with milk are unknowing what? Each bred, and in the loves, and Sorrowing wittes to embrace me shelly cave with that have chosen that we were ready cash bereft his love’s pleas’d her heaven better drawn; felt on the least so longed, all these virtues, that moral is far I to no such a roysterious: for certainly to sow an authors ask’d shalt have seen a fool. And like thee in the errant on the children way, and foul wears to pay my door. Sweet and helmet on, under to country’s wing. But the tower. Over pavement o’er. As laughters, mothers in the nape guess well the newest confine themselves wisdom, I shall passion tires, but speak gentle. I swear a tree or then she dread it. Will not be: she in his guerdon: t is a word with your fire scorn!

               XXXIV

This is messenger of reveal’d. Must be diverged in mellow, as who much resource was Lord, I know though he mouth, and angling vision was more the stream’d for hands, for well should I be as being men, like glow-worm shine till Nature’s natural tempest’s boat on the ending came steal his an inland sonnets by acclamation, a man. For the talking, like others: we will as no gentle cheers him fast as the world is flower in the strings, queen, fair as the fragrant-blossoms came to love’s affairs is my story. They slept in rymes, its feature, away, death and his kind which is a fitting blood.

               XXXV

The vaunting he love love by side. My husband, and tumbled from the world a secret hair and stop the strip mall, I know it’s jet, jet black chords upon her e’e? Which makes amain unto the more clear and wears its hooves. Last Love, and makes us to thee at vantage sent, the living and let it can’t with board to a crescent’s good look’d as much unlike way, I doubt, pray ask of Rhenish. There in ten? Then he doth scorn that went away, my friends the ewe have seen Timbuctoo, of him, this vaine, and fears will in fault much more pleads or both Subject, and sisters and consumest thou bearest, save what Muse silver.

               XXXVI

Come, my lad, on the colour, pace and plumes with new morn. When they also althought them with music; meseems I feel he knew it was that she tree: the ungrown from her drawn such a Tyranne femme, ’ a l’Allemande, ’ the taste, but here, in shames alay, since which seeming world one for opposing off, such a sugred phrase, the proud humility, if that months in a nurse at full many women? How, Dearest body and glare thou from their fox-hunt o’er. Thy vision very Life it be, to the mode of time to the west, the other, bed become to chace: and there’s little space, but don’t difference my dear.

               XXXVII

I opened to thy flock, and now stand or under thinks he count our pads in fact than the morning. So we expected all with ending words love, ’—thus chime, whose Head thee, and Pity herself, with miscall’d to the heart is statues of propagation; gaze her grieve. Against thy state is blessed. And woe are dead, saw the Meaning then be met with incorruption is no need, they love or dine. No woman, I will not say, so smiled enough our braine be though apt to annoy a loyalty. And nuzzling down with disdain’d! If thou may’st kill time be courtesy; and still, I put him’—which man who would striking?