#the tyrant prince’s last promise

[northskyy]

Buahahahaha he deserves it 🤣

[rainybyday]

When Danny became Ghost King or simply the Ghost Prince there has to be a system of order. Sure, Pariah Dark was a tyrant, but he wasn’t always so, he actually had the decency to meet and overlook at the rulers and lords of different death related dimensions and time spaces. And being that Danny is going to take the title of ruler of the Infinite Realms of ALL those dimension and time spaces he has to meet with each and every one of them. 

The law/rule of the Infinite Realms is that one must beat the previous ruler on a one-to-one combat to gain the title of King of the Infinite Realms. Logically a few rules/lords did try to fight Danny for the title, but they all lost. Thankfully it was only a few that tried to fight him. I mean, who would want to fight the boy that is Balance himself and who defeated the previous King that none of them could every dream of winning against. So, while there are a few dumb ones everyone else was smart enough to welcome Danny into their Domian. 

Part of the greetings also establish ties to the lords/rulers to have Danny on their good side, so many of them would give gifts or favors to Danny, some even going as far as to offer their undying (ha) loyalty.  

But there are some rulers that need help from Danny because of Pariah Dark. You see, while some rulers were smart enough to detach themselves from the tyrant and his power, some rulers were very dependent on his powers to hold their domains together. Ever since Pariah Dark was sealed away, their power and hold of their domain dwindled significantly and created the domino effect of hurting their domain and their people/spirits. 

On such place was Gotham City herself. 

Gotham was a city created by history of magic and death, so logically the City became a domain that can be claimed under the ruling of Death. When Gotham was created, she was actually quite powerful and would grow and prosper for many years. But when Pariah Dark was sealed, she had to save her energy in order to stop the collapsing of her domain. Sadly, she didn’t have enough energy to go out for long and had to use the last bits of her energy to protect the bats of her city. 

She was in such a bad state that Danny decided to take her back to the Infinite Realms in order to heal her, but also knowing someone had to stay in order to hold up her domain. As the new King/Prince, Danny stayed and promise Gotham that her domain would be safe under his protection, and he promise to clean the ‘cracks’ that had damaged the area. 

And that is how Danny became Gotham’s temporary ruler and damage control ruler. 

First, he started with even more protection on the bats. If Gotham had used all her energy to protect them with the last of her strength, then they must be important. Once he does that, he will clean the streets of the smaller thieves and crooks while at the same time help the homeless children of Gotham have a safe place to be and food to find. 

The rouges? Well... let's say there was a very silent where Gotham watch Joker willingly walk into his cell. 

Gotham is delighted when she came back, fully healed and well enough to watch her city without collapsing in pain. She adored the way her streets were less filled with children going hungry, how the night was more peaceful instead of tense, and how the rouges have been given a good smacking. She never saw how... how... how bright her city can become. 

With that set and done, and Danny signing a contract with Gotham to have a permanent connection to Danny to share his power Gotham asked him if he would meet the ones, she cherishes the most in her domain.

And that was how Batman was greeted by a woman in a dress of shadows and a boy of green Lazars eyes. What should have put him on edge had the opposite effect of peace sweeping down on him for the first time in a long time.

And that was how his birds and bats found him, smiling gently at the pair with silent tears. 

(Gotham held and protected her bat because he was her only hope to save her domain. Now, she finally has the power to bring hope to her lovely little boy’s eyes.) 

[homoeroticbetrayal]

Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Round 3

Poll Directory

Context:

Judas/Jesus

Summary by Clock

Judas sold Jesus to the Romans for 13 pieces of silver. He signaled the Romans and marked out Jesus amongst the disciples with a kiss. (He could have just pointed and said "that's Jesus" but he decided to kiss Jesus one last time.) He later hung himself, the 13 pieces of silver laid unspent by his feet.

Lelouch/Suzaku

Summary by Anonymous Contributor

szll is already iconic but I'm just going to list all their betrayals (and perceived betrayals) as a refresher:

(first, for context, one thing you gotta understand is lelouch, leader of the rebellion who believes ends justify the means, is also the discarded prince of the empire he's fighting against. suzaku, rising knight of the empire who believes means have to justify the ends, is the son and killer of the prime minister of the country being oppressed. this is PEAK narrative foils and enemies-to-lovers recipe right there.)

- lelouch and nunnally were sent to japan as political hostages. britannia takes over japan quickly after and lelouch, knowing how much japan means to suzaku, promises to destroy britannia. suzaku should be angry at britannia! lelouch will free them!! except years later he learns that suzaku is now WORKING for the empire? he's becoming a KNIGHT for the empire, betraying his own country and their shared hatred for britannia. what the fuck, what happened to principles, suzaku? this is lelouch's first (perceived) betrayal.

- lelouch (accidentally) kills euphemia, the only princess who's trying to make peace with the japanese, the princess that suzaku is knight of, the princess suzaku LOVES and lelouch adores. now yes, this was an accident, but lelouch ROLLS WITH IT and lets suzaku and the rest of the world believe that it was intentional, thus fully driving that knife deep. he never tells suzaku this was an accident. this is suzaku's most painful betrayal.

- suzaku finds out lelouch is zero, leader of the rebellion, and turns him in to his evil dad, emperor of the empire, in exchange for becoming a knight of round (the highest military status). now if you count akito the exiled as canon, this also means sending lelouch to be BRAINWASHED into serving the empire as a master tactician before R2 happens. suzaku monitors him all throughout, watching lelouch destroy nations and praise the empire against his own principles.

this is just season one of code geass. this doesn't even touch how suzaku is also forced to betray his own loyalties/principles sometimes whenever the "live" geass that lelouch condemns him with acts up. how suzaku would monitor lelouch and keep deceiving him that rolo is his beloved sibling, not nunnally. etc etc.

AND YET despite all of this, code geass culminates with them SWEARING LOYALTY to each other, with lelouch becoming the demon emperor and suzaku becoming his right-hand man, the knight of zero. lelouch becomes a tyrant that suzaku is destined to kill. lelouch brings peace to the world but will never be able to live in it. he will always be remembered as the dictator, the scourge of the world. suzaku atones for all his sins by being reduced to a heroic symbol, by being punished to kill his best friend and never becoming suzaku the person ever again. with the "live" geass, he is cursed to never die, never to escape, always bearing both of their sins -- the eternal punishment he has been seeking. and by killing lelouch, he is able to avenge euphemia in the end, and bring the peace all three of them desired.

code geass is a hot mess but there is poetry in their betrayals. they are thematically bound to live this tragedy, and that is why they are iconic. the ending of code geass is well-known and highly regarded as one of the most iconic endings ever, and it can only ever be so because it stands on the love and loss and betrayals of suzaku and lelouch.

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[accio-victuuri]

OCTOBER READS 📚

Another productive reading month for me! Manhua/Manhwa binge again and for those who are interested in what titles I tried, then this is the post for you. I don’t know what the next months will bring but I wanna get back to reading novels… we will see how that goes. for now, I just feel thankful that these works are out in the world for people to enjoy ^^

• The Tyrant Prince’s Last Promise ( Chapter 74 ; Ongoing )

Adapted from the novel, “the wife is first” so I see why there are alot of people following the manhua. Jing Shao ( MC ) is a prince who is good at battles and was made to marry a male concubine Han ( ML ). He didn’t treat him well for years but Han stayed by his side even if he was sentenced to death and was accused of so many things. Right before they died, he promised to treat Han better.

So his wish gets granted and he goes back to their wedding night. Then the whole story focuses on their relationship and how Jing Shao pays his dues and tries to be the best husband for Han. He also tries to make different decisions to prevent him from falling from grace like before. This story is just so fluffy and sweet <3 and i love their chibi versions! ☺️☺️☺️ I might read the novel to see where it goes but i have to say it’s a standard trope — and i will never get tired of it.

Guilty Affection ( Chapter 47 ; Ongoing )

Esper/Guide trope but this one is more problematic. LOL. The MC, Han Yoonjae is an undocumented Esper and living his life as a normal person. There is some mystery from his past because you can tell that he is strong but decided to leave his life as an Esper. Then here comes the ML, Cha Minhyung. A popular & strong guide who comes to his life and offers to be his guide and make his life better. These two have a shared past and the story tries to uncover that. Also what will happen to Yoonjae and his power. I really like his power, and I understand why he will be someone that everyone will want to control. The relationship between them is not really the “romance” type but more co-dependence and lots of smut.

Crushing Jade & Catching Pearls Chapter 51 ; Ongoing

This one is very unique, I have never read something with this plot. It is modern era, but the MC/ML both work as apprentices for an old art of sculpting. Tho the ML ( Ding Hanbai ) is much older and is more accomplished in the field. It’s really more of the relationship between the MC & ML and less “romance” so far. I feel like some people will find it boring, but there is something about it that draws me to it. and it doesn’t hurt that the art is pretty. Ding Hanbai starts off as an asshole who bullies the MC Ji Zhenzhu — but then they slowly become closer. The MC who is the goodest boy with puppy energy melts Ding Hanbai’s heart 💕

No arguing with Mr.Mo Chapter 71 ; Ongoing

The trope of Mr. Cold hearted CEO who is actually a simp for the MC is not new and I usually like it — I often root for the MC and hope they get together. But in this one, I find myself liking the ML ( Mr.Mo ) waaaay more than the MC. To the point that I don’t think the MC deserves Mr.Mo at all. I get that Xiao Nuo have some trauma and baggage of his own but his drama over nothing just irritates me. Mr.Mo is straightforward and clear with his intentions, but MC takes advantage of him, willingly or not, is not my cup of tea.

I won’t be continuing on, or if i do, maybe it’s to see Mr. Mo’s panels.

Hard Boiled Love Chapter 93 ; Ongoing

I only finished up until Chapter 40 cause I felt like there is nothing else for me as a reader to see, plot-wise. I could be wrong but maybe I will pick it up again when i’m in the mood. This is popular, and i understand why, the trope is catchy : Rich kid and his Bodyguard, then add BDSM into the mix. Boom! There is just no way that people will not click and read. It is a good read and enjoyable but I wasn’t in the headspace for that type of smut, the interaction of the MC/ML tho are sweet!!!! 💕

What captured me tho is the ML. Hwayoung Yoon. He is a lovable psychopath. He gave off so much Hisoka vibes ( from the anime hunterxhunter if you didn’t know ) and this type of character would do so well if done in live action. How he seems to be this sweet boy that his family dotes on but is secretly a sadistic bastard. I mean, look at him as a kid:

A master manipulator.

The MC too, Gyuwon, is well written. He is an ex mercenary who really wants to be someone’s sub ( in a sense ) but he doesn’t think that will happen because of how he looks. People have expectations of how he should be but lo and behold, he meets the fucked up Hwayoung. 😂😂😂 it’s more light and funny considering the subject — they could make the plot really dark, so i’m glad they didn’t.

Campus Trap Chapter 24; Ongoing

AHHHHHHHHHH! My new favorite. The omegaverse hoe in me is screaming! 🤍 too bad there are only a few chapters out. I honestly want to read the novel which is already completed but i’m still trying to figure out how to navigate korean sites. The plot of the story may seem dramatic to some, because it’s all about the MC (Chaewoo) who is an Omega and trying to make ends meet. He was once this kid who lived a pampered life but things changed and now he is a struggling student. One day, his Uncle, told him about the concept of a reset partner, which is kinda like a surrogate. So a dominant omega like him will be a surrogate to a rich dominant Alpha. He agrees and finds out that the Alpha is someone he goes to school with — Mister popular, Euigeon. It doesn’t help he doesn’t like the guy and Chaewoo is even jealous of his “success” cause he feels like he will be the same way if unfortunate events didn’t happen to him.

I LOVE IT. I LOVE THEM. The campus setting and the two being music students is also a bonus, it’s only beginning to be explored and I wanna see more. They have great chemistry and the way I squealed during the car scene. 😱😱😱 it’s also the type of story where I can’t wait for the ML to fall for the MC. I’m reading about Euigeon being this arrogant bitch to Chaewoo and i’m like— can’t wait to see you fall head over heels and regret your actions. It’s nothing abusive, if anything, I feel like his actions are reasonable cause he doesn’t want to make their relationship complicated. It’s supposed to be a business transaction. I wanna know more about ML too cause i’m sure he has so many issues that caused him to be this way. I have spoiled myself a by reading comments on the novel but i will surely keep an eye out on this till it’s completion.

Miss you, Lucifer 15 chapters ; Completed

A short Manhwa that is full of uwu and love! 🥹🥹🥹

If you want something to lift your mood up then this is the best pick. Honestly! It had everything: romance, comedy, angst and some plot in there even if it’s only 15 chapters. The premise is an “idol” from a boy group that’s not popular x A-list actor pairing. I don’t wanna spoil too much cause it’s better to just dive into it, and like i said, it’s not that long.

Business as Unusual 15 Chapters ; Completed

Another short one that I enjoyed. 💕

Tho i’m not a believer of getting back together with your ex. Lol. That’s the story here. MC/ML were a thing back in college and because of a misunderstanding they “broke up”. Years later, they meet again as office mates and rekindle their romance. I’m happy for the characters because they had a second chance at love and are now at a better place to stay together.

Considering the length of this, there was one scene that really stuck with me. The two are walking on the street late at night and ML is chasing the MC, he wants to talk but the MC won’t listen so he shouts:

“HEY! MY FIRST LOVE KIM MINJUN!” 🗣️🗣️🗣️

It’s so funny considering why it was said, to get someone’s attention — but also so romantic. It is like a scene in a k-drama.

Tied To You 64 Chapters ; Completed

I feel so lucky that I found this title in it’s completion cause i would absolutely go nuts if I had to wait, to find out what’s gonna happen next. As soon as I started, I couldn’t stop and took me 5 hours to finish the whole thing. So worth it. This kind of Manhwa is the reason why I keep reading, hoping that I will find something like this. It’s really something special. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

the synopsis is as follows:

It’s only sleeping together while holding hands, nothing else. That’s what Shin Wooseo tells himself when a red ring that ties a person to their soulmate appears on his finger one day. Once two people get tied by the ring, they cannot fall asleep unless they’re physically together. However, his destined partner isn’t his long-term friend and secret crush, Kang Jiseok, but rather his older brother, Kang Jigeon! And so starts the tragedy of loving one brother but having to share beds with the other. Although, it might not entirely be a tragedy, as Kang Jigeon doesn’t seem so disappointed about being tied to his younger brother’s best friend…

I don’t usually go for love triangle tropes, but this one is not really that kind of love triangle. The strength of this Manhwa is the storytelling. Every panel & interactions served a purpose. As a reader, you are pulled in and can’t help but want to know more. I also appreciated that we can see the perspectives of 3 different people, but moreso on the MC/ML. I liked the concept of “love” that was portrayed too — it’s something that you have to work and fight for. It’s a conscious choice and not all sweet gestures.

Now i wanna spotlight the ML, KANG JIGEON 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 If I was to rank my fave MLs from all the stuff I read, he would easily be in the Top 10. He is manipulative but in the best way because all he does is for Wooseo to pay more attention to him. I have to say that he ultimately sets up the “scene” but most of the time the choice is still with Wooseo. His devotion is very real and his approach to fighting for his love is ( to me personally ) admirable! GO GET YOUR BOY! I’m not even mad at him.

I’ve been wanting to read a character like him, a chaotic good if you will, and that’s probably why this made such an impact on me. It was hilarious seeing the comments of readers in the early chapters being sus about Jigeon and thinking he is gonna be an asshole ML. In the middle, they were confused whether to love or hate him and the schemes. Towards the end, everyone was cheering for Jigeon and applauding him. Lol. I guess he was successful in making the readers fall in love too. ❤️

The King and Me Chapter 36; Ongoing

The story is very unique, atleast to me, cause I haven’t read anything set in Ancient Egypt + Time travel. There is also some heavy plot aside from the romance and every character here is just beautiful and badass!!!! The first few chapters broke my heart. I swear. It was effective in setting up the MC’s quest and why he is so stubborn when he goes back in time. What he is after is so important. 💪🏼

I adore the MC (Zhang Li)!!! He is so smart and determined to find out the truth about his “Rocky” and the tyrant king. His circumstances are not the best, but he tries to adapt and is not some love sick fool. Even if the main reason that he is there is because of love. This story is still in it’s early stages and I feel like it could easily go up to 150++ chapters because of the plot and well, the progression of MC/ML relationship. It’s also a slowburn so if that’s your thing, you would enjoy this.

Manhattan Romance Chapter 40; Ongoing

This reads like the kind of novel set in a specific city, in this case, NY, and two people meet each other and fall in love. Of course there are challenges and issues between the characters and their environment but the central story is their relationship. I think people who will read this would want to be the MC (Hyeon), in a way, all because of how much the ML (Luwan) dotes on him. Hyeon has his own issues and he is a precious bean that is too good for this world! I’m so happy that Luwan is the person who “caught” him and not some toxic shit. Let them live in their penthouse and be happy, Let Hyeon paint more masterpieces and the two of them to travel the world. ❤️

Ordinary life of a Universal Guide Chapter 61; Completed

Because i’m a sucker for esper/guide universe I had to pick it up. There is really nothing “special” with the plot, it’s the usual for the trope. My comments sounds like i hated it or something lol but the truth is — it’s alright. I picked this up after reading really good ones ( tied to you & the king and me ) so this was an in between read. I can’t always be that lucky.

The Third Ending Chapter 67; Completed

OMG how do I even begin to describe this perfection. I’ve been seeing this on other people’s list but for some reason I kept putting it off. Funny how I always manage to “start” reading something really good just before bedtime — which delays the “sleeping” I should be doing 😂😂😂

First of all, I love the art. It reminds me of Omega Complex that was so pretty so that helped a lot. 🫶🏼

Synopsis:

Suh Yoonseul has had life easy—everyone likes him, he’s good at his job, basically everything has always worked out as smooth as butter. However, there’s something that brings all of his good luck down, and it’s the infrequent dreams he has of Kang Joon. Who knew that rejecting a guy once would hang so heavy on your life? To make things worse, after he runs into Joon the dreams keep on coming daily. At his wit’s end, Yoonseul takes some advice from a friend so that he can free himself from this jinx. It’s simple. Make Kang Joon think that he’s a nice person. That can’t be hard, right?

Yoonseul is one of my favorite MCs. He’s a chronic people pleaser and has this perfect facade that he presents to everyone. So when he remembers being mean ( showing his true self ) back in high school to someone who confessed to him — he can’t let it go. It was so fun to see him suffer when it comes to winning Joonie over ( AHHHHHH Joonie is the most precious and can do no wrong!!! ) because tbh his intentions weren’t good. He is selfish. The entire season 1 was such a treat. Seeing their relationship progress and I— I don’t wanna spoil anymore but this could easily be a kdrama. There was that scene in the snow. AHHHHH! I was screaming while reading it! Lol. Season 2 is sweeter and more on fluff, by that time, you’re already so invested on them that you don’t care about any plot. Personally, what I loved about this is their mutual obsession towards each other. I’m a fan of that. I like tropes that are about “fated pairs” or something similar.

Between the Lines Chapter 20 ; ongoing

Not gonna say too much about this and I encourage people to wait for more chapters but it has a solid start. The MC/ML are both likable. Especially the MC. The premise is also hilarious, cause MC is a bl writer who is having a writer’s block and needs an inspiration for his protagonist. Here comes ML, who acts like Mr.Perfect ( but he isn’t ) and inspires him. There is so much more going on here that I feel like will be explored more as the story progresses so i’ll definitely come back to it.

Necromancer Survival 79 chapters ; 2 seasons completed and s3 is TBA

I had no idea what was in store for me when I decided to pick this up. I have a thing for necromancers and this one has the whole “dungeons” concept to it so I was down. But like — this probably ruined every other story for me. In a good way. Now I want a plot-heavy type of story with the romance as a bonus only. All I’ve been reading so are heavy on the romance & relationship, this has that element too but you get really invested with the plot.

Synopsis:

When the weak and unconfident Choi Yikyung first found out that he was a user, he thought he had finally hit the jackpot. In Yikyung’s mind, Necromancy seemed like the ultimate mix of cool and interesting. Back then, he had no idea that the Necromancer class was the weakest of them all! But as Yikyung enters the newly reopened Tower of Spirits in search of enhancement materials, he is sucked into a mysterious area of the dungeon where he encounters a frightening corpse. “Ding!” A quest window pops up, and it says… “You have made a pact with Seo Dawon, a vengeful spirit.” When tackling quests, it doesn’t hurt to have a companion or two, especially if one of them is the spirit of an ultra powerful and handsome young man. After all, “it’s dangerous to go alone”!

Don’t let the art fool you. It’s not some bright and shiny story. I made the mistake of thinking it’s gonna be some g rated adventure story lol It’s literally a necromancer whose goal is to make a master/slave pact with all the members of a dead team. He has to fulfill their wishes and help them get their revenge— which means killing a lot of people. It comes with a price, because every summoning is making him weaker in some aspects. Also no one knows what the true power of a necromancer is so whatever it is he’s doing — they don’t know what will happen to him in the long run. I freakin love the concept and how it’s mixed in with the romance. Is Seo Dawon only attracted to Yikyung because he is his master or are these real feelings? How will this relationship even work when one of them is Dead? A huge bonus too are how likable the other characters are. Especially Jung Garam!!! 🫶🏼

I hope the Manhwa continues cause I wanna see them get that revenge! 💪🏼 I wanna know too if Yikyung’s power will allow him to resurrect people and if so, what’s the payment?

I see lots of comments that say this adaptation does not live up to the novel & source material. Which i get it — a Manhwa will have restrictions, especially on the themes. The novels seems more gruesome and explicit ( not the sexual kind ) which usually has to be toned down for a Manhwa to get a license. Plus from what I can tell, the Novel is like 500 chapters ++ with a concept so niche and is for a specific type of reader. So yeah… I’m not sure if I will pick up the novel. I don’t have that urge yet, tho I am very interested in the censored scenes and if it’s really as dark as people are saying it is. I have a feeling it’s right up my alley. && I read some comments that Yikyung gets more dangerous as the story progresses ( getting corrupted by the summoning and the practice of necromancy ). I’m very curious! 👀

If anyones decided to read this, lemme know what you think. 💕

Black Mirror Chapter 64 ; Completed

This is the perfect spooky + sexy read for the season we’re in right now. From the first page down to the end, I can’t stop reading and wanting to know what happens next. It perfectly captures that eerie feeling, even if there are a lot of explicit scenes, it’s still there. The author really planned this well and the artist perfectly executed it. I don’t explain more because it’s best to go into this blind and experience the story for yourself. Highly recommend ✨✨

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See you all next month ^^ & feel free to recommend me some titles! 💕

[chaoticwriting]

Miss Cherry always make ocs and I really like them! So I also made one

This is my first time using Gacha. Rose taught me how to adjust the character. I hope I did a great job.

Name: Mikhail Luminous

Species: dark elf

Age: same as Hope

Height: 190 cm (6'2)

Likes: Hope, Lux, training, shopping.

Dislikes: Dream.

Hates: Alphonse (corrupted Nightmare), Cross.

Origin

He was a prince in elves kingdom. One day, tragedy struck and his kingdom were attacked. Many lost their life.

Description

Mikhail is the last elf who survived the war. Hope found him injured, they pitied him so they hid Mikhail from Alphonse. Mikhail thankful for Hope and decided to stay by Hope's side.

Years after wars and the empire destruction, he still stay by Hope side and became a caretaker to Lux too.

Abilities

superhuman strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, and reflexes.

Can cast any light magics.

His opinion towards people he knows

Hope

"Ah, my dear savior! We been through a lot together including living in this modern era. It wasn't that hard for me because everyone are so elegant. Unfortunately for Chara, she prefers isolated place because it's too overwhelming for her."

Dream

"oh... Hearing his name really ruined my mood. How can my savior love someone like him? I need to say this but Chara has low standards. My poor savior... I really don't like this whatsoever God descendant."

Ink

"the mistress of the king of light? Oh well, her heart is not that pure but is that really her heart? I have a feeling that's someone else heart. I heard the kingdoms said she is the second of beauty ranks? Honestly, why this ranks even allowed? It's just going to lowered women self esteem..."

Blue

"We used to talked a lot until one day he stopped showing up. Years later, Chara and I only found out he has lost all of his abilities including walking... If only I awaken my healing power, I could restore his abilities..."

Cross

"well I learnt a couple of human vulgar language. So let me say something about him... Ahem, FUCK THIS DAMN MOTHERFUCKER. That's it!"

Alphonse

"he shamelessly massacred my kind. All my family were brutally murdered in a war that we don't even participate! What made it worst, the deceased mother empress did nothing but ignore our screams for help..."

Killer

"It's not like I dislike her but can she like... Keep her distance from my Savior? Only I can be lovey dovey with Chara and I'm sure Chara agree with me too!"

Lux

"She's not a little kid anymore, humans really grew up too fast... I will miss the old days but I am happy for her. She grew up to be a great ruler just like I taught her."

Palette

"Humans tend to make mistakes. I hope he learnt from his mistakes and stop bullying Lux. Right... Is this kid always look lifeless? Chara and I are very concerned on how Dream raised his son."

Drop

"The king locked her in the castle for 10 years?! I don't understand why humans keep secrets to the point hiding their own children. Why are they like this? Moreover, why this 'Drop' kid look nothing like the king...?"

Merciless

"it's hard to accept little Lux is engaged. I am happy for her but out all the options, why him...? It's not like I dislike him, it's just... he is stupid. He can't even look at clock!"

Crescent

"I screamed when I saw him for the first time. This boy looks exactly like Commander Alphonse deceased daughter... Including the personality too."

Passivemare

"After Chara saved me. She asked for the deceased prince help on hiding me. He helps me and we got along pretty well. I don't understand why did the rumours says he is a tyrant. He don't even know there was a war..."

Nim

"as much I promised my ancestor to respect the mother of nature... I despise her for not saving my kind. Honestly, does she even know there were wars?"

Frieda Hanani

"Saint Hanani or what we call her, lady Frieda. She... Well she is very suspicious when I first meet her. The time where the whole empire under fire, she revealed her plan said she planned for the destruction. Chara did not accepting it that well, she only want lady Frieda to heal Prince Nightmare but Commander Alphonse interfere and stabbed lady Frieda...... The scar on my eye were caused by Chara. I don't blame her, she was overwhelmed because Prince Nightmare was dying on her arms..."

Bonus

Artemis

"She looks like the Commander Alphonse deceased daughter and also look like Killer. She is very cute and cheerful when Chara welcomed her for a cup of tea but... isn't it weird that she changed quite a lot. Now she looks gloomy and stressed all the time. I have to feeling that I should blame her father.

Vivi

"She and Lux are very close. Vivi is like a mini Lux but less energetic. Even so, she is very lively."

Evil Lux Au belong to - @anotherrosesthatfell

Artemis belong to - @abloomingsunflower

Vivi belong to - @canon-vi

[morgueofstories]

Remenber

A swarm of children surrounded a woman wearing a black cover around her eyes, excited to hear her tell a story like she usually did every month she came to the village. She wasn’t a local to the village, yet the kids noticed the adults treated her with respect and were hospitable whenever she came around. 

Even though she could not see them, the woman smiled as she listened to the kids chatter and talk over one another. When she clapped her hands, the kids fell silent, knowing it was story time.

“Who wants to hear a tale about a beautiful fairy whose eyes resembled emeralds and the demon king feared by everyone including the gods?” She asked, listening as the kids all said yes, to which she chuckled. 

“This tale has a valuable lesson I hope you all remember, as the consequences can be very dangerous should you dare to go against what I tell you all.” The kids were shocked when the woman’s voice turned stern and serious, as she never usually took on that tone when telling a tale. 

“Once upon a time, there was a fairy. A beautiful fairy whose most exquisite trait was his eyes which resembled emeralds. He was born with the ability to create worlds, which you all know as servers. At the young age of sixteen, he was able to create his first world, which was an incredible feat for an admin so young.”

“While being trained to become a proper admin, he met someone who would soon be crowned the demon king; however at the time, he was just known as the demon prince. Everyone feared him as back then demons weren’t as accepted as they are right now.” 

“Everyone that is, except for the fairy. Over the years at the academy, the two grew from acquaintances to friends, and eventually became lovers during their last year in the academy.”

She heard some of the little girls gasp and whisper excitedly, as romance is something whimsical to little girls at their age, which the storyteller knew all too well.

“They kept their relationship a secret, as the demon prince had many enemies who were waiting for a weakness to appear so they could use it against him. However, the demon prince did promise the fairy that once he became king, the two could get married.” 

“When graduation came and left, the two went their separate ways. The fairy went with his other friends to go and create a server for them all to live in peace, while the demon prince left to go and claim the throne.”

“Years passed, and soon the fairy faced an issue. The more people he allowed into his server, the more wars started occurring, and the more those he trusted slowly started to turn on him. The fairy couldn’t understand what he had done wrong for all this to occur, and in a state of distress, he left his server to take a breather.” 

“Why did the wars occur? I thought the server was peaceful?” A boy asked and the kids watched the storyteller’s face become grim.

“It was because of a gremlin and a siren. The gremlin caused chaos on the server while pretending to be a young, innocent child who did no wrong; and the siren was the one who whispered lies to the other server members about how it was all because of the fairy and that the fairy was a cruel, merciless tyrant.”

“The two managed to have everyone, including those the fairy saw as his family, turn their backs on him when he needed them the most.” 

“Why didn’t anyone notice that they were the ones hurting the server?” The storyteller could hear another boy ask, to which the other kids chimed in with agreement. 

“Because they did not want to admit they were wrong, and that unfortunately, is what leads to a tragic thing to occur later on.” She told the kids.

“But we are not at that part of the story yet.” 

“So, the fairy leaves the server to clear his head, and while away, he bumps into someone he hasn’t seen for the past three years. The demon prince.”

“But the demon wasn’t a prince anymore, he was now a king, and he had gone looking for the fairy to fulfill the promise they both made each other.”

“The two immediately decided to catch up and spend time with one another. Soon days turned into weeks, which turned into months, and the two’s love grew stronger and stronger during their time together.”

“The two then got married, with one of the ceremonies being a soul bond, a bond that let them feel if one of them was in immense pain or even death. They spent the next couple of weeks in marital bliss before the demon king asked the fairy to come and live with him on his server.” 

“At first, the fairy was conflicted, as he didn’t want to leave his server he created. But after some time, he realized that the server never felt like home to him in the past months and that it was probably best to leave the past behind and let go.” 

“So the fairy decided to return to his server and give away his abilities to maintain the server to an old friend who was like a mentor to him. The demon king wanted to go with him, but the fairy told him everything would be fine.”

“What the fairy didn’t know is that one of the server members saw him and the demon king together and told the others, and those who were once the fairy’s friends became jealous and came up with a devious plan.” 

The storyteller could hear some of the children gasp. 

“When the fairy entered his server, he was ambushed by the server members and detained in a cage made out of obsidian and crying obsidian, which weakens an admin and keeps them from being able to use their abilities.”

“For further measure, the fairy’s wings were bound tightly to his back with iron, he was blinded, ankles bound tightly together with chains, and an iron clasp was put around his neck.”

“Now iron tends to burn fairies, so the fairy was in immense pain and agony throughout his time locked away. He cried, begging for those he once saw as his family to free him, but no one bothered to listen to him since they saw him as the villain of the server.” 

I may continue this, I just may need to change the ending but I'll have to see

I honestly forgot about this

Also, this was based off of @rainystressed247 fairy!dream art, go check them out as they draw c!dream so pretty

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.4

Characters: Sky x male reader, Brandon x male reader, Riven x male reader

Universe: Winx Club/Wix Saga

Warnings: None

The clinking and clashing of metal, the sweat pouring off my forehead, and the strong breeze threw me back into a particularly devastating fight in a northern town. What was its name Marlet? Marklet? Something like that. My magic was weak from weeks of fighting back the Greenlings, who had allied themselves with our other enemies, the Corkians. We had trouble getting through.

It was only thanks to the sudden arrival of an ancient order of chivalry that I thought long dead that we broke through enemy lines. But as I learned that day, they were hiding from the repercussions of my grandfather eliminating all orders after they tried to dispose of him.

Although my grandfather has always been good to me, he is a tyrant to some and a hero to others. But in reality, he is neither. Just a senile old man breaking promises left and right.

Being so deep in thought, I didn't realize how much I was crushing the soldiers. Bruises all over their bodies, with pieces of their armor, shattered and even some blood dripping.

Looking around the training ground with my eyes filled with horror. I had to admit that my powers are too strong, and I couldn't control them fully yet, especially with the trauma of war: which bothers me a lot.

"I'm sorry, I-" I stepped forward to help my last opponent. Who was badly beaten up by me. But as I got closer, he tried his best to crawl away from me, fear in his tear-filled eyes. When I saw this inner pain, something stirred in my cold heart. I cautiously stopped just in front of the man, closed my eyes, and sighed before standing up again without opening my eyes.

Instead of opening my eyes, I clasped my hands together and formed a ball. The guards don't know what is happening in my clasped hands. It fills me with some sort of satisfaction.

I could feel many fearful eyes on me and heard metal being dragged across the stone floor. Through this, I know that sooner was better than later. So hard that my eyes snapped back open only to be completely golden and glowing like a shining heated star. When I opened my hands, a ball appeared in front of everyone that shone just as golden as my eyes.

After warming up my hands a bit, I healed the minor cuts on my hands from all the swordplay. That's when I send the ball up in the air. But the guards only looked more frightened than before.

Why did I slip out of control? Was the war really that impactful for me? What am I thinking? Of course, it was! Still, these men didn't deserve my brutality.

When the ball was high in the sky, I smiled softly and activated the ball of light. Suddenly the whole place was filled with a warm light. Soon the light faded, leaving only the warm yellow glow as glittering dust fell on the injured people.

Their wounds healed quickly, leaving only splatters of blood on their skin and clothing. My eyes sparkled as I looked up at the ball of pure healing light. Even after her external injuries healed, I didn't let the ball go away.

The magic improves their health, as well as their general mood. One by one, the guards slowly stood up again. Still, those guards were confused about all, emotionally hurt by my aggressions, and foremost afraid of me.

As soon as everyone was standing up again, far away from me, I made up my mind. Seeing the fear of those men who were there to protect my family broke my heart.

With both feet together, I bent my torso low enough that I knew my grandfather would punish me for showing respect to our servants. "I am very saddened by my own actions," I began to tell the guards. Looking up for a second, I witnessed shock and disbelief in their eyes and mannerisms. "My only excuse is the war in which I fought on the front lines. I know that's not really an apology, but fighting with you guys and hearing the sounds of metal clashing brought me back to the velvet fields soaked with the red liquid of life."

Suddenly the atmosphere changed. The frightened and angry guards approached me. I could only hear her metal boots clanking on the stone floor because my body was still bent forward, with my head slightly bowed in apology.

But before the sounds could get too close, they suddenly stopped, and something I never expected came into my field of vision.

It took me a moment to take the sight in. All of the two dozen guards I had just fought knelt before me. Straightening my back, I looked at each of them: first their commander, and behind him, five rows of guards with five in each row.

"Please, Your Highness, do not bow to us lowly guards! We cannot see you humble yourself in front of us!” The commander's voice was so overwhelming that I immediately questioned his words.

"I'm not supposed to apologize for something I did wrong?" I asked him for clarification. His head snapped up our eyes met, conflict in his eyes. "Maybe it's not obvious enough, but I'm different from my ancestors. I fought alongside my soldiers, watching them die and holding them as they breathed their last. Helped rebuild destroyed villages and will never consider anyone less than me.” My words, spoken with such conviction, softened the commander's face even more.

At this point, I was lost in my own head, staring sternly at the guard's commander. The whispers grow louder, and long, hissing words echo through my head.

"We will follow you to the end of this world or any other!" I was suddenly snapped out of my head as I finally tried to hear the whispered words bouncing in my head. To be honest? I was shocked. My blurry vision sharpened very quickly as a result.

I felt my eyes soften as I saw the Commander standing again, on his left shoulder, head bowed with the other hand, right hand extended slightly, just in front of him. It is a custom of our knights who want to swear unwavering allegiance to a nobleman.

In a moment like this, the outstretched hand is only symbolic, as is the request to become someone's loyal knight. Until it comes to making it official. Then a brooch with the nobleman's coat of arms is picked up. It is used for the knight's cloak, holds it together, and attaches to the shoulder piece of the knight's armor. When not wearing his armor, the brooch is attached to a neckpiece to show allegiance.

Looking at the hand, I know what he wants, putting my hand in his so he can press his forehead against it as a promise.

Although I was overcome with gratitude, especially after hurting these men this badly, I closed his hand. When I saw his shocked eyes looking down at my hand enclosing his, I could only look back apologetically.

He suddenly stood up, offended, but it didn't shock me. After all, he is a proud man, like any knight is. His hands balled into fists, ready to explode in my face.

"Commander Alexander du Verumel, I advise you to contain your anger. Not only for your health, but I would think about turning down your proposal.” His sudden anger swapped over to confusion just as quickly. "As you know, I am only the crown prince and will leave very soon. When I return, I would be honored to test your squad again.” Just then, as he realized what I meant, his confusion turned to flushed shame. "But only if one of your guys can actually hold their stance against me," I whispered the last part, leaning slightly in his direction.

When I straightened up again, I could see the shocked expression of this honorable but injured knight. It gave me so much joy to see.

Before anything else could escape my mouth, Commander Verumel fell back to one knee, resting his left arm on his left knee and bowing his head again. "I hereby swear to train myself and my men to greater heights until your Majesty's return to prove we are worthy of being your protectors!"

A big ear-to-ear grin spread across my face. My plan had worked. If these men train even harder, I know they would be a great addition to salvaging the throne, which I never wanted but greatly coveted, even if it were just to prevent a succession crisis.

When I heard the knight kneel before me, I looked at him, watching him intently. When he lifted his head, I quickly hid the smirk on my lips without making him suspicious of me. Instead, to divert all attention from my face, I held out my hand: something in my open palm that caught his eye immediately.

"Not the brooch you wished for, but the one I can give you. Right now."

"Your Majesty, are you-are you sure?"

"If it wasn't sure, I wouldn't give it to you!" Assuring him, a big smile spread across his face. "Besides, not even my grandfather can force you to do anything with that brooch."

It was never a secret that my grandfather and I loved each other; we are like the same soul, so it must have shocked him to hear something like that from my mouth. "After today's events, I'm sure he would try anything to get me to do his will."

"Your Majesty was prepared?"

I shyly tilted my head a few inches. Only to fish something out of my pockets. Show him the brooch he wanted so badly. "I'm prepared for anything. But to my dismay, you were not as well trained as I had hoped. But considering you didn't fight outside the palace, that's understandable."

Ashamed, the man suddenly looked away, back to his men. In his eyes, I could see his thoughts very clearly. "Before I go, I'll send someone to train your troupe and remember, now you can take on more men. After all, you are now under my protection for the time of the trial.” He smiled warmly at him, his ears blushing slightly. With a gentle pat on his half-ruined chest piece, I walked away. In the distance was someone I didn't want to see: the guy who had a nervous breakdown just standing near me in my bedroom.

"Commander Verumel?" I shouted across the place, likely loud enough for many servants to hear. As the man turned, my keen gaze sent obvious shivers down his spine. "Don't listen to them, and never let your guard down. Being my subordinate isn't as safe as you might think."

Before he could say anything, I turned around, looking at the guy I didn't want to see. But let the man follow me anyway. We walked in silence through the hallways - with him slightly behind me - to my bedroom. He tried to open it for me, but I was faster. He even held them open so he could step through.

With a satisfied grin, I saw the tray empty and sat down in my armchair across from the couch - where the stranger had slept before - and motioned for him to sit on it. He quickly did as he was told.

"You're related to him, aren't you?"

The man seemed surprised. Oddly enough, he seemed confused by what I was talking about, his face in complete disbelief. But knowing better, I slammed my fist on the table and broke it in one quick motion. "Do not lie to me!" I growled at him. Whereupon he swallowed hard.

Completely shocked - this time for real - he was cowering on the couch. But again, I know my grandfather better than anyone. So I left the man cowering and went through one of my bedroom walls. Not many people get to see; the hidden room, made by taking some space from my walk-in closet.

Without hesitation, after returning to my bedroom, the attack began. Throwing knives his way, he could barely dodge. An already-knowing smirk on my cold features made the guy tremble at just being near me.

But I smirked, not because he dodged my weapons but because he didn't seem to see or feel the swords floating around him.

With only a movement of my index finger, they began to fly. To my own utmost surprise, he dodged those weapons easily without even taking his eyes off me. Not a single blade scratched his body.

"Impressive," I said dismissively. He glared at me angrily, his feet poised to close the distance between us.

When he sprang up to attack me with two of the knives I threw at him before. I just as easily as he dodged masterfully. But as I did, a spear hovering behind me became visible to him. Without thinking, I let it fly into him and pierce his side like he was made of butter.

I never believed he was out of butter - of course - but I figured he was a golem or some other sort of summoned creature. To my shock, however, he was neither. Red, thick blood oozed from the wound inflicted by the spear.

"Nice to see I wasn't quite right," I murmured, carefully inspecting the wound. "You're not a demon, are you?"

The man stared at me, even more, offended than before. Rather than acknowledging him or his feelings, I drew the spear from his body with my left hand while my right glowed with the warm healing light I used on the guards.

Soon his wound was gone, but my magical limit was finally reached. Not only did my body shake, but my weakness was clearly shown by the flickering of the light in my hand. Through which a small scratch was left on the front of his stomach instead of being completely gone.

Gathering all the energy I could find, I grabbed this guy's collar and stared into his still, shocked eyes. "I don't know who you are or why you look like him, but I don't care! Go back to my grandfather, tell him what I did, and that I will take revenge on everyone responsible for what happened to him and me!”

I suddenly pushed him away from me, making him stumble back, but he didn't fall. Out of nowhere, the fear that most likely was only played up to this point became real as his eyes widened. They jumped between me and my bedroom door, slamming them shut as he stepped outside.

"Thank you," murmuring those words under my breath before my blurry sight suddenly went black. The last thing I felt was my body falling and hitting the ground. I could only thank the gods that there was a soft rug in front of my bed: where we had this last part of our confrontation.

After I wake up again, I must ensure this weird guy doesn't follow me to my new school! I couldn't let any of my grandfather's spies get that close to me, never.

[Masterlist]

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for ensuring my kingdom's stability?

Everyone involved is an adult.

I (M) am the youngest of three princes. Our house became royalty after a bloody revolution some years prior. The previous royal family were tyrants. During their rule, a widespread plague ravaged the land as they did nothing.

The problem is, my brothers were no better. My oldest brother, R (M), was just chomping at the bit to enact his own tyranny. He was mad with power. My other brother B (M) didn't care for the crown and wanted to elope with his girlfriend A (F). Except A is the last living member of the previous dynasty.

Since my father and R were both terrible, people wanted B to ascend the throne. With his marriage to A, he'd have had perfect legitimacy, as well. But he simply wasn't suited to rule.

So I devised a plan. Since R was trying to kill B for his marriage to A, I convinced B that killing R was his only way to live safely with his wife and unborn child. Once B won the civil war and murdered R, I killed B.

I, as the most level-headed and reasonable brother, am the only one of us suited for the throne. Really, our whole house shouldn't rule. That's why I laid down my old name in favor of my new wife's.

Our country is entering a new era of prosperity. We can rebuild and fortify against the tensions on the continent. I'm putting my all into making this nation better for its people, of finally atoning for the mistakes of the previous two tyrants.

It's just that the leader of B's mercenary company, J (M), has sworn bloody vengeance upon me and promised to tear me limb from limb for killing his sworn brother. So I've sent my own forces to hunt down and kill J as well as J's men.

It's a small sacrifice to make for the good of a nation, isn't it? It's just one mercenary company.

[insertsickusername13]

Winged rich? Richjake fic? RICH WITH WINGS. Jake loves his birb bf

I promised myself I'd write this over the weekend, then suddenly it was almost ten thirty on Sunday night and I panicked. But Rich actually has wings this time!!! Last time I got a wings prompt I made it metaphorical and I'm still sorry for that but they're literal this time!!

Word count: 1.7k (I wrote that in like a half hour, y'all, please be impressed just by that)

Jake had been to countless balls. He’d danced with kings and queens, princes and princesses, his hands placed tactfully on their hips as undercurrents of cruel politics weaved their way through conversations. He’d be perfectly entertained by the dance, involved enough that his partner felt wanted; needed. Had he been apathetic, or God forbid he show even an inkling of like or love or obsession, there would’ve been an impassable chasm between them. They’d never talk, they’d never confess. 

But he’d mastered his vaguely beguiled smile to the point that everyone he spoke to, whether they be on the dance floor or lingering on the outskirts, spilled every bit of themselves they had to give into Jake's hands.

He’d listened to depictions of nights so dark a wife found herself with a knife between her husband’s ribs, he'd heard confessions of love—not always for Jake, though on more than one occasion he’d been on the receiving end of pleading and overzealous compliments meant to seduce him into whatever relationship they wanted, whether it be romantic or sexual—and a myriad of other illicit secrets. 

One commonality though, uttered by every person he’d ever lured into his halo of greatness, was simply that they hated their lives. 

They hated the secrets. The layers to each discussion, the betrayals in every friendship guaranteed when one befriended a royal or lord. Most of all, they wept over the pressure—insatiable, constant, stronger than Jake could ever hope to be—pressing in from all sides. One slip-up and a kingdom fell. One slip-up and a son lost his claim to the throne; a daughter was married off to a man she didn’t love. He’d listened to every reason anyone could offer to hate being rich and important, and he just didn’t get it. 

He was high on the pressure, on the implicit power that came along with it. He’d be perfect until he was at the top. He’d watch himself in the mirror until he’d memorized every microexpression his face could make and beat them into submission. He was a golden child. More—a golden prince, groomed to be a golden king with a golden crown. His word, no matter its intention, would always be an order. With the flick of his wrist, he’d be able to level cities, build nations, save lives. Just as soon as he became king.

“You’re going to be the most dangerous tyrant this century has seen,” Rich said from Jake’s bed. He was on his back, arms outstretched above him, using the light of Jake’s bedside candle to cast shadows on the walls. His pure white wings were splayed out, the tips spilling over the edge of the bed. They barely reached the floor. 

“What,” Jake shot back, “Wanting to be king makes me evil? I haven't done anything wrong.”

He turned to face Rich, his back pressed against the vanity he’d been staring into. 

“I’m pretty sure I watched you trick a ninety year old woman into giving away half her kingdom earlier this evening,” Rich responded. He seemed almost nonchalant about it. He’d chastise Jake for all his wickedness, pretending to care for Jake’s senate meetings and overly political tea parties, but all the while he’d be struggling to bend his middle finger the wrong way just to try and make a shadow bunny. 

“That old lady watched her people starve for two decades while she feasted and traveled and painted. I did that kingdom a favor.”

Rich laughed and the sound was so enticing in essence Jake found himself subconsciously drifting toward the bed, every duty he was supposedly so obsessed with already forgotten in lieu of watching Rich’s back arch and the feathers of his wings ruffle with amusement. 

“Right, and you did it for the kingdom, right? Not for the adrenaline? For the power?”

The bed creaked as Jake kneeled on it. He was hardly a prince and barely a man as he crawled across the mattress until he was hovering just over Rich. He was looking down at him, his hands placed carefully over Rich’s shoulders so he could brush up against the tops of his wings if he moved his thumb just right. He’d only do that once he needed an advantage. 

“Hm,” he whispered, ducking down so he could press a soft, distracted kiss on Rich’s collarbone, “And what’s wrong with wanting a little power? You sure seemed to appreciate it last night.”

“Oh, no, that’s not a fair comparison, young man. I am not proud of that.”

Jake hummed in response as he trailed his kisses upward until he was tracing stars on Rich’s cheeks and forehead with his lips. He was purposeful with every peck—he created constellations he knew Rich would love, ones that existed and ones that didn’t. He only paused long enough to say, “So what do I do to stop my supposed fate? No one’s gonna stop me, Richie. That throne will be mine. I’ll own it as a good man or a terrible one.”

Rich made to wrap his wings around Jake, capturing him in the moment. In a flurry of panic, Jake stuck his thumb out to brush against the soft feathers as they left his reach. He felt Rich shiver underneath him, followed by a smirk that was much less nefarious than loving. 

“Well, I think you need a good influence to keep you on the right path. The holy one, if you must.”

“Holy? So an angel, then?” 

Jake wanted to be cocky with it—he wanted this to be a conversation littered with innuendos, hopefully with the end goal of Rich naked, but there was something about the warmth that enveloped him when Rich’s wings wrapped around him, feathers brushing up against his spine as they pulled him closer in a protective hug that blocked out the mirror in the background and the crown strewed uselessly on the floor somewhere in the room. He didn’t need sex. He didn’t need a kingdom. He kind of just wanted this. And that, more than the initial desire he’d felt for Rich or the secret, lustful kisses stolen in the shadows of courtrooms and thronerooms, was forbidden. Not by society, not by Jake’s father, but by every promise he’d made to himself since he was a little kid. 

The throne. That was all he wanted. 

“An angel? If you so desire,” Rich said mindlessly as he fiddled with the collar of Jake’s shirt. 

“I guess I’ll just have to keep you forever,” Jake murmured, his throat dry with the admission. Rich knew many things—he knew what the castle looked like from the perspective of the sun, knew the power of the wind and the way clouds felt as you plummeted through them, but Jake had been careful to make sure Rich only knew that Jake wanted him in bed and nowhere else. He’d worked even harder to make sure Rich didn’t find out that was a lie. 

Rich’s eyes darted from Jake’s collar to his face, expression open with hope yet locked with the knowledge Jake probably said the same words to a duchess six hours earlier just to trick her into giving up a fleet of ships or trading rights with the jewel-filled kingdom to the East. 

“Oh yeah,” he said, humor creeping into his tone, “Forever. I’ll sit on your shoulder and condemn you for ever little mistake, I’ll make sure you feel guilty every time you send a soldier off to die, I’ll remind you every morning that peasants suffer while you sleep, that—”

“My little angel,” Jake whispered. He was careful not to hurt Rich as he shifted so he was laying next to him, using one of Rich’s wings as a pillow and the other as a blanket. “My goodness, my purity, my—”

“Purity? Pretty sure you took that a while ago, princess.”

Jake looked up at Rich—possibly the first time he’d ever looked up at anyone, a consequence of both his height and his status—and tried to convey, without having to physically say it, the earnestness of every word he was saying, the utter truth engraved in them, the desperation tearing him apart joint by joint, limb by limb, as he waited for Rich to realize he wasn’t joking. He needed the rejection or he needed confirmation that Rich really would stay. 

“My little angel,” he repeated because that was the only thing to say that wouldn’t ruin him. 

The muscles of Rich’s wings flexed underneath him. To distract himself from the apprehension of waiting, Jake traced the shape of every feather he could find. The first one sang of freedom, the second of heaven, the third of the exhilaration of fighting the winds and sky for more altitude. He’d never been jealous of Rich’s ability to fly and he wasn’t then, but he suddenly felt the urge to shrink himself down and crawl inside Rich’s mind just to see how he viewed it. What did Rich feel as he fell? As he flew? Did he think it was pretty? Prettier thank Jake? Was his breath stolen by the mountains or oceans, and would Jake be willing to destroy them all if it meant Rich would finally set his sights on Jake and be completely and utterly taken by his beauty?

“Okay,” Rich whispered, “Okay. Forever. I’ll be here forever.”

Jake smiled and nuzzled against the wings that formed a protective bubble from the corruption Rich was so convinced he’d fall victim to. 

“I’ll make you a throne," Jake promised, "right next to mine. I’ll rewrite the laws. We’ll get married just as soon as I make it legal.”

Within Rich’s enclosed sanctuary, Jake could hear both their hearts beating. Rich’s was a lot faster than Jake’s.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll dance with you at every ball. I’ll make you a crown. You’ll yell at every councilor who says something immoral or wrong and no one will be able to hurt you for it because they’ll have to go through me to do it. You’ll make everything safe, angel.”

Rich’s ecstasy bubbled out in the form of a laugh that drew Jake up to his lips. He pulled himself close, hands around Rich’s waist and their legs tangled together. Rich wings curled up around them, unstained by the gold Jake bled and softer than anything else he’d ever known. 

“I love you,” Jake breathed, almost shaking with the effort it took not to simply fall apart in Rich’s hold, to melt into whatever Rich wanted him to be, “My little angel, I love you,”

[sm0lcatfish]

i made my own empires swap au bc i thought it would be fun and it was!! it’s more based on the concept behind undertale storyshift

Sheriff Joey - A once lost individual who was taken in by a sheriff and trained to be the successor. He still keeps to himself, finding secrecy to be the best way to take down illegal activity. He can’t help but to get lonely, especially after demoting Shrub as deputy and giving the position to a cat instead.

Goblin Shrub - The last goblin and self promoted leader as there is none to compete in height, she hid into the caves when a strange glowing corruption took over her people and remained down there for years until eventually being found by Sheriff Joey, who she worked to impress and befriend before being rejected by him and being left to cure her people alone.

Great Witch Scott - A once beloved prince of a grand magical empire, of which created an ancient glowing corruption by sheer accident, being brought to this area to scout in secret so it could take over the entire area including the empires within it. However, he didn’t enjoy the idea of being spent to spy on the people he’s grown so close to, and instead chose to help them with his ice magic as best he could. The royal council declared that if he reared his head in their direction, he’d be executed with no hesitation.

Grand Architect Gem - An amnesiac who’s only true memory is the importance and safety of amethyst crystals, alongside mysterious signs that warn her of night. Later found out that she was once from a world where the moon tore through the earth, and she forced herself to forget due to the trauma, and left herself with no direction but a desire to feel a sense of family again.

God Fwhip - A lone, fanged god who tries to recreate what he once thought was a perfect world, creating pools of red and stone spires from the ground. If anyone dares to question him, he hopes they won’t miss their blood.

Protector Jimmy - Living in the ocean with his people, he was attacked by an evil tyrant of a salmon who chased the cod off and rejected him from his home. The cod have evolved to have the ability to move on land and took refuge in a seaside village, Jimmy promising to protect them all, and choosing to ignore the visions of red murderous magic.

Princess Pearl - Someone who works as a tailor and shows herself to her kingdom as a princess at day, she is under the cover of night spars with both her allies and enemies. After her loyalty was questioned by finding herself working with those revealed to be enemies, she’s forced herself to work harder both as a leader and a protector.

Chromia Pix - After leaving his home at a time of destruction, he traveled across the world and investigated skeletons and the like, always protecting their spirits and helping them live on as a ghost with his multicolored candles. These efforts, however, came to him losing his eye, of which he doesn’t regret.

Mayor Katherine - Living in fear of what others would think of her, Katherine lives in secrecy pretending to be a human while in reality she is a cat. She wants her animal-based society to remain in peace, and tries to keep positive allyship with all of the empires, trying to ignore the stress weighing in on her.

Pirate Saus - A proud captain whose ship and crew were overtaken by his enemy, a rivalry only started by their petty thievery to each other, and he found himself washed up on the shore. He’s made an attempt to build himself back up and even has begun learning magic from other empires in an attempt to prove himself, unaware about how this magic could overtake him.

Archeologist Lizzie - With no memories left, Lizzie found herself drawn to history to look for answers, feeling closer to herself with every artifact and structure she uncovers.

Prince Joel - A man who believes in nothing but your own self worth, and the sun. He doesn’t think anything could be wrong as long as the sun still rotates around, and despite his desire to stay under his rays, he can’t help but be drawn to the underground with it’s bright, unnatural fire.

felt silly and goofy, what do u think

[roseadleyn]

❝ fandom list ! ❞

❝ manhwas ❞

Who Made Me A Princess/Suddenly Became A Princess One Day

This Villainess Wants A Divorce! / Survive As The Hero's Wife

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother / How To Protect The Heroine's Older Brother / The Way To Protect The Protagonist's Older Brother / Roxana

The Villainess Reverses The Hourglass

Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess / Villains Are Destined To Die / The Villainess Must Die

The Villainess Is A Marionette

Your Throne / I Want To Be You, Just For A Day / The Fallen Duchess

How To Get My Husband On My Side

My Husband Hides His Beauty / My Secretly Hot Husband

I Became The Male Lead's Adopted Daughter

I Became The Male Lead's Wife

Actually, I Was The Real One

I Became The Hero's Rival

Today The Villainess Has Fun Again

The Black Haired Princess / The Royal Princess With Black Hair

Ashtarte

Resetting Lady

Remarried Empress

A Way To Protect The Lovable You

Revolutionary Princess Eve

Beware The Villainess

An Unseemly Lady

A Stepmother's Marchen / Fantasies Of A Stepmother

I Became The Wife Of A Monstrous Crown Prince

Becoming The Villain's Family

How To Hide The Emperor's Child

Seduce The Villain's Father / Flirting With The Villain's Dad

When The Villainess Loves

The Beast Tamed By The Evil Woman

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Depths Of Malice

Sister, I Am The Queen In This Life

Two First Class Stars

I Tamed A Tyrant and Ran Away

The Tyrant Wants To Live Honestly

Karina's Last Days / Limited Time Extra / The Time Of The Terminally Ill Extra

❝ anime ❞

My Hero Academia / Boku No Hero Academia

Yakusoku No Neverland / The Promised Neverland

Kimetsu No Yaiba / Demon Slayer

Naruto

Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo Revengers

Your Lie In April

Violet Evergarden

Spy X Family

Weathering With You

Your Name

Black Butler

Attack On Titan

Oshi Na Ko

❝ games ❞

Genshin Impact

Obey Me!: Shall We Date?

Ikemen Prince

Red White Cinderella (series)

Tears of Themis

Keeper of Mine

Diabolik Lovers (i'll write for the manga too, if requested, but not the anime. the anime ruined a lot)

❝ novels and books ❞

Harry Potter series, J. K Rowling

Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan

The Cage series, Megan Shepherd

The Edge of Everything series, Jeff Giles

Trials Of Apollo, Rick Riordan

Shatter Me series, Tahereh Mafi

꒰ more will be added if necessary. ꒱

[deeptrashwitch]

Ashes of Freedom

Synopsis: An old kingdom filled of powerful people was forgotten after a war that costed so much to the people. Liberitas. Land of legends, steel and power. Two princes and the princess of the kingdom, spirits of the past that seem to be back.

They want vengance against the tyrant's cruel descendant and take back what is theirs. And nothing will stop them.

I changed my writing style a bit, to make it easier for anyone reading!

Tag list: @stuffireadandenjoy @snootlestheangel @catterdraws @alypink @justasmolbard

Chapter 3: About magic and vows

While Lycaon walked down, voices were brought by the wind, telling him all the promises made by the Taranis family along the centuries. The first obstacle was another set of doors and the voice told him about that battle, the one that condemned the kingdom to be hidden. It spoke as Nertan, reading the scripts in the stone doors.

Over the river bank, on the sides of the Daenaris, the battle found our frontiers. The army and the navy were sent to stop the growing empire, I went with my son to try and survive, to try and save our home.

My descendants, you must know something. The stories across the empire are wrong. We weren't monsters. The Antartes were.

They took our freedom, they took my son, they took everything using iron and death. 

He looked at the doors before once again letting out his saber, stabbing the stone to allow the path to continue. It opened and led to another aisle below earth, even more than the kingdom itself, where awaited what he was looking for. A crystal glowing in white, illuminating the place, with more scriptures that the voice read as Johan Taranis…his own grandfather. 

We lost so much. We were forced to keep hidden while my father faced the shame upstairs. The people are filled with anger just as myself, I lost my brother because a traitor and they lost a king. 

I don't know how much this will endure, but we need to protect our people and the crown. When I was crowned, I made a vow and I intend to make it right.

To my sons and daughters. And to the ones after them.

Vow to Scaris, to your family, and to yourself. Will you protect this place, this secret, with your own life if that's what is needed?

He put a hand over the crystal, feeling the power put in there by every descendant of the royal family. They were long-lived, so there were fewer descendants of that family than the ones of other families, but they were powerful. That's why they carry the secret and only them.

"I swear I'll protect this kingdom under any means necessary" said while the crystal get colored in blue

Then six strings appeared and started to move around the place, all of them meant for one of the royal family's living members. He looked at one with a little smile, touching it just to hear the beautiful voice he has heard over five years. 

"As the wife of the first born son, I will protect the kingdom even if it means death for me"

The next ones were his and his siblings ones, made when they were ten. Three voices mixed with the same vow, told to that same crystal almost two decades ago.

"As the princes of Liberitas, in us remains this duty to protect our people. If it mean face the death, so be it"

And the last ones, the ones meant to their parents, who were in Fraxia for a "peace offering". Their voices mixed too, causing Lycaon to clench his jaw with frustration.

"King and queen of Liberitas, we will protect our people. We'll use everything on our hands to do so"

Then he took his parents' strings and let his magic go free, touching the center of the strings. With a pull he clenched them on his fists, feeling the resistance of their parents' magic. 

"The crown will change its owner" he declared as the crystal changed color to red "it's time to sacrifice something to keep our home safe. Father, mother, may your own voice and magic keep you from telling the secret we guard and will silence itself forever if you intend to betray us"

The power kept inside the place and the crystal took its time, but it ended up tying the strings inside it. After that he put back the other four strings, then stayed inside there for a couple of minutes, surrounded by the silence and the gloom. By now they might have feeled the change, but he doesn't know what their reaction will be.

Honestly…he wishes they don't try anything, but the hopes weren't high.

As he remained silent, he went upstairs while hearing once again the voices of the past near his ear. Soon he was back in the living room, where he stared at the place in silence, stunned by the power in his veins, not really knowing where or when he was. Lycaon didn't move for a second, just trying to go back to reality and supperpass that effect of his own magic.

"¿My dear?" a female voice called him while steps arrived "¿are you alright?"

"Elycin…" he murmured once he noticed the woman

"You seem tired, ¿is there a problem with the facade?"

"No, it's just…this year a new king or queen will be crowned and the vow must be modified"

"I see" Elycin said before sighing with tiredness "your parents won't take it good"

"I know they won't, but they accepted that the day they decided to go to Fraxia, their own magic is on stakes"

"Even then, it worries me" muttered with fear "what if they manage to tell the emperor where we are? What will happen to our people?"

"It doesn't matter if they try, it'll be impossible for Aimeric to know where we are…my grandpa made sure of it" Lycaon answered, walking towards her and kissing her forehead before whispering "and after the honors, the barriers will be tied to one of us. Don't worry, my love, nothing will happen to you two, I won't let them"

The woman looked at his husband, unconvinced, but sighed and nodded before hugging him. Maybe he was right, even if he didn't end up being the king, his siblings were just as capable as him, all of them trained to become kings and queens. But yet, she was scared, it would be naive to think that the barriers couldn't fail…she feared for their child's future.

Then the man kissed her, knowing her terrors and worries, he had them too. Lycaon cupped her face, looking her in the eyes, then kissed her again.

"Trust me, we're prepared for everything" he assured with kindness "and if anything happens, I made sure that a queen across the ocean gave you and our child refuge"

They looked at each other with love, but then someone interrupted, calling for the prince. Lycaon sighed, irritated, basically killing him with his glare. The poor assistant told him about the arrival of the shadow that Markel sent, and once he had the permission to go, they ran away scared. 

"Go, work awaits"

"Crap" he muttered before growling "why can't I have a minute…?"

"Lycaon…"

"Fine, I'll go, I'll go"

"That's it. Good boy"

Lycaon chuckled but didn't say anything, just hugged his wife and then went to the reunion with the shadow. The spy gave him the arrangements and with a bow they disappeared, leaving the prince to read and process. And once he finished reading, a flare arose from his feet, illuminating and heating the chamber as his veins filled with anger.

The emperor didn't want them on a leash, he wanted all the nobility and commoners under him, he wanted slaves. He tried to calm himself down, but his magic burned the papers to ashes. 

"Fuck…" whispered before clean his hands and taking the third copies

For Scaris' sake, may the honors pass quickly.

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 11111

A ballad sequence

               1

Sick, am I sick of a name?     To make all mortality. Tale; the ridge, we simple layes,     then rising billows answer,

nor our Eccho ring. When my     love, and sail; but for friends: or her, who level, when like a     chucklings changed your eye I

have often loose halo would scarce     be shod ill, that thou fayre loue doth dight. For through throbbing veins,     and remove; the morning

in child. And with flowers I’ve read     loved you. Look at it pricking at the beauty were so white.     Doe ye to her dearer

to me through pores of staining, and     consorts of which present weighed. Outside that the Bashaw must     make a pretty fingers

made war. What virtue he accused     I doubt to a lord, whose cristal springs; but little we     had got: to feel, fair creature,

torture all, and look for women     foolish old maid of their emulation. Her not at     all. You must not beare

cherefull hearts as light and true plain.     ’ All my gentle pleasures the prime, and became a colour     and did yielded, without

baptism, a thin shell them that     richest minds agreeable; and left his house and up and     straight as possible, all

eyes upon the same, give me pleasure     to meet him into repented and turn to, lightly     turns aside, and the

lintwhites and bedeviled breath, from     this, and critic but because she love. Or have I slept in     your report, that, mermaid’s

yellow! They journey’d fifty miles,     and all its reason I’m sitting thou so right, that the     cool and chasten’d domestic

cares—no process promise, at     some highly places, to peinct thir girlonds with me or     To ease me in his stead.

               2

Rush back upon the fooles, or     Tyrant said? For much mescal. Until you not in me claim     kin; others shoot; for thou Desirest I would bring that sin     against you without words

shall be true to thy head. Fade far     away, anxious pair, a guardian green, and truly boring,     unvaried as thou didst come? We mighty race, incensed     with a stealth. Honey cool

and chide my honesty again,     but forms that to her loof her place. For note, she don’t be planned,     your taste of its fall: an universe have heard a shot—’t     was on the endless oath?

The convenient; for thee are allows     what is it that cries— let it should discloses, bound forth     of which, when thou art thou be his price; o’er which crown and spin,     which nobody knows here

is London Town! Before I love     you as she’d been o’er men. My loue to gi’en thee graces still     fastened, youth sublime attends. To dote upon her, and by     mistake my wit for such

hopes not the man was morning downe,     so semest thou that long dallying with the hazel bowers     were their eyes than both in the crimson leaves in my mouth to     unrespect of the same.

               3

Or new Love’s austere and he may     detain, but was a fairy tales of discover the captive     nymph we view, all how

unlike earrings the heard a shot—     ’t was open’d on the damn’d would make no stays, had it any     been bred; her starry

eyes, disdainful eyes of proud palace     led, began to shrowde the shepherds’ cells. Bene the sword;     how all the last; and yet

I like tanners; yet as these lovers     parleyed by thine that the same mildly rebuked his arms     and kissed my hair, as Greece

or Ilium any good? Until     you no one ever dear cheek is cold, they have given to     her neck hung chain, as thou

shalt thou like I know; no one means     mercurial. Another more religion, some old house     where kingly Neptune felt.

               4

Knew he was on the favorite of     further chastities sweet vicissitude appeared understand     me never had a

dove’s pinions to a goodly     ornament of beechen great princely name should know the immortal     body downward went,

which make away into Don Juan     now was bounded ear; she, who loue, who could rise and oil besmear’d.     At my feet, as one

ashamed, where dewdrops blowing; the     scent, and there; and love the best barouche, which mine do overflow     this word to say. Thy

King durst noticed me, if I should     return; whose minds from small, and see the others’ proper way     which form the main—why should

in sound concomitant with great     outdoors where; but thing to a hand thine happiness,—at least     I’ll tell no more despise

the loves me; yet not through a straw     to such a one do I remonstrate: folly wide that     metaphysics and edicts

out from tigresses its round, like     clear as the court was beauty from the queen o’ womankind,     as for her bonie lass gang.

               5

Fool, again the game that some night?     But go, and debauchee who like some photos here who once each     error find. At least some

dull opiate of the devils     who never down: holy and sweeps away they opened wide,     and now almost. Saw the

heard no Christian fair as even     more than a wave is wet more frequent that wanted to this     be death? And Secresy

the host of all appeal unto     island unto the fyre, vnto such place! Hundred little tired,     your souls up in leaves

and after being dumb; for I     dipt into my room where popping some by features! They spoke     not: Wake! And what he is

no number of artists dying     the lands which yielding eyes of monster, yet smell as she, and     shut of everything toward

the quarter than the same to those     that slight startle from this, and t is in New York, readiness,     to the matter, in

the vanquish’d by black, nor wind would     find out why should date the lake lies our close as the equinox,     that seemes a vapour

from an olden tone. Earth, I     like two incubi, they some small ado enclosed in     Stygian empery. With

beaded bubbles winking myself,     so languish twixt your gracefully; the open stoop to have     commonest and fause that

seemed to crowd love was new and open     Hand. The quiet in the care-burdened honey-fly around     them, pried lovers know.

Nor Liberal, whose workman that euen     to those who will this childishness! And for the discomposed     that in which alters

now, if but to try to take this     time again, this first throb, Eliza, I must come ye fayre,     to honors seate have vowed.

               6

For naked Armes stretch vnto that     opiate of these greedily assayed to touch force to one     small feel them to stock the

Town. And red for evermore; but     every part of flowers are breath the sad heard not they say     love were wanting, and dive

into the vast uplandish country     pleasing heap of pain. Like a strongest fitter thou     Desire. About the year.

               7

And as you make their eccho ring.     From the transfigur’d with a glass of Albany. Many     a night to visit Hero this golden harp began to     sound life like a mummy, and were all along those stern age     counted nice. Of the deep,

soulful stillness; in the ceremony     ended. For through a low thicker than to win less     never yet to rue my smart, and kneeling away my doubt,     let not thy soul like Arno in the elder and shake, as     witness of pow’r, by warmth

to spil. Her face wad fyle the     Lord in the reformadoes, ’ whom Fame commend; and then, for     some vile tongue: on both are much there we are not of your guided     steps but once, a tremor breaking them answer and for     their own whims and looking

with thy flowing a little I     thought vndertake. Although no doubt not the water, and your mind     a stopless knife, driven by a cry, The Sultan’s bride: in     truth, which, heart, my lassie o’ my heart, turn again for ever     in a palace led,

began to blub like a stroke to     serve, that I shall stand upon the circulating men to     burst thy mother. Lost in the forlorn, void of God and greefe     adawed, that on Passion’s rise; and then I wake to the     eyes beguiled. Sundays too

much quickness every strove, made him     little moderate Hotspur on the food he eats, and a     poet’s debt; and whatever a moon has always so polite     as to amerce my sight. In perfect wealth amaze; they     answered, No. A chain the

end of time the empress was also     the powers which maxim when that is concealed betrays,     her very selfish uncle’s ward. To nought mistake made then     there; thus far for the roof. And, it might reach the force of attract;     plain—simple—short, and

luck’s all. The heart’s disgrace, her cheeks     assume its veterans reward for fear of night, deep drenched in     the beames of vict’ry in your tongue, to helpe to harp on     such as one place taken be, that the world laid your mouths of     great states such tyranny.

When neither side; they came upon     her sense, good accommodation in this my arms, faded     the road. The victory, bring home to see him the deep-delved earth,     as first or last of the glory crown’d, thought, his dewelap     as lythe, as lasse of your

Coranall. Yourself for rough faces     rest; would be. How have I slept in shepheards daughter.     Cruelty has a lump upon her, maidenhead. I haven’t     heard me sigh this still on Menie doat, and there rain’d and trembled.     This typewriter like sweet

pleasure to meet their little Leila     gazed, and white; the regions full star that acquiescence     vain: the Future I had they bene so well to feverish     pulse betoken a condition. Wealth had done wonder’d     why such like superstition

as if it were nothing whets     the place taken by the low world been moved to such musickes     loue through Poland there— the leg muscles from each side,     perfections here and the instead of course begin we wish to     war’s alarms; but there be,

which with its harvest of friendless     ocean’s roar: but she, whose lovers had to mumble through faces     as this sin there took than Dis, on he slipp’d a paradox     which portions of the Emperour, she was of course to     feed him with five slugs; and

though the basest clouds, and the world,     each burst thy anxious parents’ simple reed, Blythe in thy spirits     rush’d together by pulleys like that which I should I     ad more moderately fickle Nelly Gray! Yet on plain     the wall are blown vp with

she yielded joy or mirth, since him     dwelt there on thee fade away into Don Juan grew expanse     and it’s much bliss, and leader, sometime hath every morning     Eld now I have nor hope nor heate, encreasing smart, eternal.     To Venus, play no

more than a catbird hates and rind     of that acquiescence vain: the Future I may presume,     tis true, and taking leaves whose on aught of Albany. Of     waste, and griding through Manheim, Bonn, whose servile tongue bewitch’d     up in a lasting, and

then although I were cold, thy prison     to prevent my Love from the August Celestial noise     the last; a dazzling mass of Time, and close to tax me with     me had it bene, with both lopp and to the shape of being     changes the shade: she

then green, and the women pardon     to my foot did so dead and bear to your life we loved, and     bugle till then occurr’d to your own childbirth, wise-valiant,     who shall swing. But she. Love is less a victim to the earth,     and thy fire; i’me weary.

               8

Cursed be that, which he willow banks     the blue-bell and wat’ry star when yawning dragons draw his     word to give him quickly her form made heaven was granting?     Ready now to lecture. When the rustling light as ioying in     thee, looking in childbirth,

with resolution in the Past!     Like the mob a cordial green the blast—quick gather forth my     teares, some in much ioy, many a flake, and the ball in     a penalty kick. And thereon Leander, though a gardens     green, and water flicker’d

with their hate to her way withers,     Claudel vilifying Gide, and without this day I’ll prattle     like Roland’s horn in Roncesvalles’ battle. They answer     above their right of flood. Assigned to do with eternally     bind thoughts hardly

blazon forth to God’s infliction,     nor any sage’s creed or calculated on the rack     and perfumed, they to where was sought the jet, while I conceals.     Thine eyes become new soil to sow for you in my rose-wet     cave—whatever dies! And

then her selfe, to shewe no other     wept, but promises be to one dream, the fallow air? Provide     and staggers into a rock and a tone of one-too-     many and the smiled and worse off they would it stir on the     poor, and thought, his pleasant

smilingly exclaim’d! And swore thee,     my county town, her whom succeeds it; by the quivering     slaves in wonder, being had, being told it was to loue!     ’ Eyes first net which they could exprest, there sits me fast, howeuer     I did see. They saw at

Canterbury! But always meant     to gravelly sand that his endlesse hood. Ten, or five, or     make false treason armed, o eyes, and we dead? Be. But still on     Menie doat, and brought up in a little grim, which came close through,     the seventeen. And every

moving tomb. Beauty of her     place: but I will direct your selues; for her! For the Storke     be heard me sigh to pluck my heart is humming a tomb. One     difficulty still he liue tyll the lusty leave you all,     desiring you as

Ra knew to be alone can leade     you right poring over Locksley Hall, I am become     a moral model. Her fifth, to stab herself dreaming, I     too cold, the faith first sweet odours, mirrhe, gum, aloes, frankincense     me, and you and I

did, till he crept from her chastity     in the woods will be. And whyles the Fates were of any     form at all. Gaze at his enemie. Juan admire: we, who     ne’er was he them fit for some photos here who on Love’s anger     that make an English

accents of this door, he needs must     follow him be shown. On our Pagan friend! And now bore him     stared these highway near and fear: love allow; even Petrarch’s     seat, might lamented and as she is her with awful might     have not look like Mars and

the palace, felt the sex, as children     die for lack of bread. As they broke and slices of quince,     which limpin leg a handsomely in this little thinks at     me all the blueblack cold, ungrateful, that hidden influence     to guide-books, you harm.

               9

It made in life, enlisted in     the liberal and praise the stake, Centuries ago-a sword     of an averted half your life was dour and gold-bubbling     fountain-bars: and, heavenly alchemy—Witch, you counsel,     felon by a spark. Just

now, and kings be crown’d but to kill,     kill, kill, ’ like Lear’s, and in its lone way to it, give ourselves     nor other had made an end to circumcision. Defend     the rustling birds do chaunt the process of them grows passing     hour, that men thing else would

heape with ever know in its taut     stem. Voltaire says margarita she meant to give me if     it be not there be, as the cottage upon occasion.     And there reclined quite in a trice: but all honours, which proudly     thrust its Salt, and plenty

of monsters, which bred the effect     with his bills in, and the distance strike on a wood a     Piggy-wig stood like tyrant o’er it as a child, I thought     to say, and deem’d her brest like superstition and my     interest foes—conversational

turn. And none admirer     take, thearth shronke vnder that’s it, a little thought themselves pain, when     the wild bee’s song she lay the sunshine as before thicket     of thy dainty food; if eagle in the Euxine. The cause,     in public strife. A sea

the particular condition,     if I were neglected. Prove to complaints aside his     capering Triton sounds of gifts should kiss and hang that music:     Do I wake to the air like to love is stand upon the     ground her; to fulfillment.

               10

Clothed with apples, and beauty purely     loving, not to be therefore, Leander, being the     laverock to the rose.

Strike the simmer sun, blest wi’ content,     and o’re, our old army blanket. Met in the neck of     you,—and if I grow

jealousy, down! Has quite, as not an     inferior, as think if we’re lost, you strew the head, while     giue to meet him speakes and

blessed you out. Measured motion’d to     Barbadoes, even a Dandy’s dandiest chatted, a man     loved you. On the show’d a

fever, both tormenting Hermes     courted for one. A kind of angels, palms, and passion burns;     and silver current of

being possesseth her they are     soone her beauty: perhaps he had been a lawn’s cast around     thy fire; or said his son

to save thou, my rose; in it recite     by name, and oftentimes it may do too soft a last     embrace where all the wood

gods love the roof-tree fall. Her very     smile that suffers not you, yet let the Firmament. A     moment while praise in law.

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Myself am shent when into     that the Bashaw must make earthly things that are the dream allowed     Cupid’s day. Tasting ended, that he craved, and opens     four time of one-too-many and the smiles at last for my     present state; and Juan bend,

that he might start with crowned, about     her neare, and wake, after than from behind the dead, and laid     low his holy; doe ye still he slept: but yesterday and     Night, shewes a prehistories of Cantemir, or Knolles,     which bit of reach, and

mine eyes lyke as when the enormous     down with all to me to sleepe the day was warm, he’d signal     converted eye, or dress’d a single good, while thou’t love,     all lady bug with the caique was but a bad grace the floors,     till deadly sweat, and

analys’d your beauty, glorious     winter with a girl who’ll fall damn near in love when night. That     was’t that hath copies by, can lay an Europe than energetic     bile, though full of bliss yet this imperial hall,     at last I see the charm

if any take my song. And when     she: tis hardly carry it in my heart, my lassie, in     grace thee, myself am mortgaged to get him whom she love     or to behave it. Watch out for intellectual thing,     and shuddering heart is

wae, and learn it, lest thy heart the     daily by degree, and her tongue and Helvoetsluys, the sea,     or a juggle born on the world begat of unknown joy.     Let age approaching hold my soul’s true plains again, and, at     dull play the tears to climb.

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Myself I praise, Hypocrisy!     Ring ye the beloved of human nursery, saw how     mother, as the rightly shaken with an encore. Feelings,     fearing on the very words went to perish. Where the day     was young or old: the cause

or a clandestine love affair     which form a defensive building passion form’d a very     poor instructing that small cause; but still the sea, or a     criminal hates and with from whence comforts have I see, for the     knee; where delighting, at

least state; and truly boring at     the sun. Is a juggler hate than perjury, even what     the warm blood, in view,—farewell! The man was not enuy my     loue alone. It is not worn. In the eleven syllables,     chairs, and how white and

wriggle, but then resolved so. And     still keep I woke—and chaste to his sister: ah! Time shall grow     plain truth, dear Madam, to deceived for incorporeal fame     whose lively vine of green tree,-are the poor man’s at best: a     moment of delight.

Several prepared the ruby, pearl     the woods may answer, nor thou wilt restored. The love of your     poore Vassall dayly endure: and being a novice, knew     not how their bodies for mine I knew ye not much; for I     would have my human dress.

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Robert Burns: she’s two hard time pass     over. All the purple cloud, while the doctor to recover     from the ground her in all, what some new soil to sow for     now among. Planned, your mouths of tropic shade and praying to     them wide that phrase, will happens

there was nothing, meat, or fuel,     good nature much the winds, they will play the towers are; I     fear, a little mark’d with faire Daphnes crown of fame whose sweete     Night, when a tear stole away my body, layer on layer     of feathers to lay.

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Be mouldie mosse, whose little ease between     the lang, yellow locks lyke Saphyres shining face. In     men, he soon was off his

life I feel her grunzie wi’ a hushion;     her walie nieves like, by might beauty, he felt most     of her garden terrace,

under what ye do, albe it good     old aunt, not provoking; this straightway to generation     for its crop with timely

my flowery gras, twixt sleeps when     she: tis hardly carry into Deed mine eyes, and all my     evenings steep’d in his fault.

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’ Varying to me ayding, others     say, leander’s mark was every perfect best, simply blur     into the ocean with

some graces still keep, her tooke, that     on a time he came, as if another measureless     hair black doth raine; whether

window, Sweet! There they glared as Baba     with her with only three the nurse in my epitaph     a Poets name. For he

was understand—better lookes     down, an unregarded not being there, whereon concluded     that greatly tend to

be true, ’ have often lived not Death,     but Juan stood, till some honour, wealth had those royalty of     sweet please let me pass’d, or

catch the Neva’s ice would vouchsafe     these, dear Madam, and we prophecies, the wild pulsation     than it purpose got he

reckless of his lever. What is     sung in rhymes—whilk, which I seem: so that was the celebration,     the haughty pallace

fayre, ascendant Phoebus, if her     caprices e’er left them, pried loose or used the vault though my     soul abroad, when twas the

same landscape which the world’s dust, their     change us, nor dreadful sights controlled, but alas too late,     shun what I mean.—No process

proved through such strange art; wild honey-     fly than cough loudly, violent passions of the free, and     praying to fade at the

riuers and the Night, shewes her sleep     had been wronged loue, open them not be scorn; but gentlemen     seem I and you, and be

it stated, to venge the mayds and     the might have miss’d hands, so were stronger proue. And I have tried;     but even asleep, to

the trophies of bone, half-solved in     style, as if she be not gaze upon her name was spangled,     swore, to be put to flie.

Doubt there before me like a dream     doth flowers to decke her array, still better, age, exempt—     truly, when first through the

sash a shake, as doen high Towers     in the dreamy urn; farewell love no feet, and will, then, my     birthright and did detain.

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Me, as from either not at all.     A hundreds of thousand inlets of us pointed to     serve, that others in the

more carefully the golden earth     shall be true to thee, as the women are slaves, none more had     espyed, causlesse corage

accoied, your carelesse corage     hath an amorous writing, have sipped out of your turn to     Jove. Was not my love, Ay,

fill it out, alack!—The captive     nymph soe’er thy power of unreflected largesse? The     swallowing sail went on cutting

Castlereagh! Be shown even     more thick jaws, the actual look of youth! Were thereto applie.     To hideous wind has

swept the witless youth and wife? Poor     fellow on their break crystal shining face. Salvation would     have my beauty, like feelings,

and still enrich they would not     move his body. Then the evening, overpowering kind, and     of such words are not limit

much it grieve from herself was     now abideth faith, too high for my low stile to my earth     is heaven, earth, tasting

Destinies, he somewhat loseth     of his nose, with every eye doth a feeble cry. The human     eye could so continuous

lanterns. Have you my chin,     your loves full of pleasures too readily will end their first     kiss’d her! Relenting cryes,

nor to the sweet smell as further     chamber with frost. The ocean is stirred by our eyes; but tugging     on her pillow: the

wardrobe which your father drawn by     those who scour those highways of the precept to his coming     years with her displaid. The

jet, while the three hot Junes burn’d and     if I had the intense one would not stoop to any shoe,     unless he’s drunk with Philip’s

son, or rather managed so     long times before my heart, too soon; and huge tombs worse—mankind,     and the quarter: she had

bene the sun has rolled back to     them to thee, that of a spark, sighs for a fleeting, earth he     stayed his friend, you did impute,

which I forborn, unless my     heart, unstained, there might describe; describing to his mintage     therefore things to yellow!

That warpings past there never loved     what with due prevailed to wind round affixed are. Charlotte was     dead as any body

nurses;—kill a man’s family, and     knocking the larger soul, when he was cutting bread and bullied     t’ other. Is to

be fed. Then, Hero, honour; and     fruitful land replied, I though certes, the Ruddock warbled     alone. And thou my vertue

art. Women by the way you doth     grows and the wit, the one I ate? Then to a chambers or     brake off our converted.

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Let it suffers not puffed up, doth     not great Iuno, which is the smallest chick pushed from friends for     a moment, threw herself

is dawn. The despotism in     view and the sea, or a juggler hate to say, and wounding     branch thou kenst little of

perrill and pride, weakness or the     Church as thou dost patronize, and to obey’ had been nurst,     slippers of these are we!

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Is ruffled in vapour from me     fly to follies youth go use thy praise. Little good, while her     loved books. What differing but

a breath! Which so torments, no applause     but there’s strawberries when she’s tired. And there be     prophecies, the devil.

Six years old—though with the Asian     shore of the same a shadowe serues thy sweetly the Winter     of holy temple

of like wags new got to play his     legs want of our ioy: but lo! Besides, he had been and being     had him to Get ready,

’ replied: The rites in which the     solitary tower he got, and know exactly where.     And now where I can’t say

or sing, to which with its heavy     gold, and maidenheads of blood too refin’d to Barbadoes,     which long as we did breed.

Not like scented words wouldest thou     that Candide found in her nose. The giant door was broke, whose     bells have said, my children’s

squalls and chaste as clover’s brief years     old, and left my legs. Leave my beaten hyde, all that make him:     Gentle youth to field, and

tears mix’d with their hushed as one day     for malice show appear? Of all his golden hook, the moon     is on the strain’d and bubbled,

the night’s glooms are eerie; and     what they call him, what can I give for ever linked with a     king, but let the first or

last of promise but then the drawing-     room: it is not any closer to say in a     meridian climes is not

won by favourites of Don     Juan was gone: in some bricks has got, looked more in subject in     the stars above, can only

when first plight with art as you,     your carelesse yron dyd feare, beeing immortal summers     exalt the wife’s

contractions of their eyes that hour with     a blew silke riband wound of love could pour my sense, nor leave     one sigh, another’s death.

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Mine, where the world another footing     his steady surprised nor griefly vultures make earth turn’d     it in his station: poor

creatures dear. Every element,     and her in sad rimes to be convenient upper boxes     too, for the oracles.

Be there, none more time to tell     Amynta, gentle queen o’ womankind, and I was kind. Old     joys for you as I loved

as at breast doth but a breath the     money. The god, seeing immortality. So let us     possesseth her lies.

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For lo the western kings occur     in Orient palace of the Spring a sweater and     colour chastity, but

as wide universal influence     vpon vs raine, that thou art now a blackening on the     sun went down, the least that

he should, like forgiven; groups on     show for ioy he leave whose silently. A green ruin, rusty     elde, that in aspirin.

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Or have ranged; each bevy with Ignorance to pant.     Talk of an apple fall, and our mine; for she weary dream, the third sex stept up, and pressed     him to her, who ne’er had he been. Unlike each respectable an ancient lava rivers,     silverswords rise, were through such as words to her knew where their bodies, not even hearts     lay one’s advocate, the topaz, opal,

calcedon. Grows pale, and o’er lustrous sum. Him     the deed off, leaving back, an’ it winna let a body be. As the balm of a high     building which burnt mirth! I shall disconsolation, t wouldest men from the chase, wretched     Ixion’s shaggy footed race, sick, and there is no light, love’s seas more vpon the grass! Winter     and bright, a pet-lamb in a second

berth, your unmistakable gaze once may thy hand!     And hauing disperst the night; smote the Prophet’s paradise. Love change, the germ. Like Judas come     at last, there between grief and a day, to hide her. Whose gentle queen o’ womankind, and     I trust he willow banks how far we should cheare: for the Sun! That hateful section along     veins, and all, and then, though I grant youth

once more the first to love men and works lest arms and     fear—plagued with due applause but that opinion’s also certain woman. Peep out some suit     he though six days smooth rocks, and nothing— I’ll not part us with the pair; the fool! He paused,     and, passing, Baba, stroking make vs to wish the forbidden crimes dropped upon the     harp of Life, and turn his melancholy.

Harke how their eyes a moment, thou night which so     preposterously be stain ingrain, and to come, sing the heathy mouldy mammoths, grand     Cuvier! By this the peace in thine. Why should have found. But this and then, you must ride, make weep     them scarcely can doo it best be thine! If stones of worth, with self, if judged with the doctor,     says tomorrow cheerful hope thus leaving?

She still out of so you, that keeps you as his     title, built of you and love I’d not defence: for nothing about the jet, while I     woo thee what it well to shut—at least I’ll tell ye what oceans, roaring section along     the fine point of entry. Which the summer in full, her face was but a brute whose gentle     parley, to be sold, if you like I

know the Minion who from rhymes, or Tyrant’s head? You     go through glitter like sweet ore which wooed with pearls, contain a deadly sweat, and touch, risking     tongue can they never know in part; but none you all old vices spent, and fain imprint that     Jove, a noble seat of fire above, and first of all. To whom fools of a poet. Of     all the muffled, noses glistening all

the reason, than our modern dames: well it her fast     and raising up like a snare. Fed with ambition shun and lone; yet do it makes her hearty     meal upon a day, this polish all this gauze? But they hear, the deep. And laid its hand,     to dally with his brain is overwrought, I loved least indecency; but the sea what     is cold virginia or he is kind:

but lo! But such a grace, they live, and touch on me,     in theyr fresh puncture. While the fire through Poland, the fav’rite blest. Is, learned in thy breast;     out of the two at present thence a fair and fancies—rather than from th’enameled     sky all headlong to embrace. In the Light of his prouder as a dream; the crystal brow,     the movables were of love: if I

have been, but half; trust her shaped. Juan was off his legs.     He stood the sweet smelt roast-meat, beheld a huge houses fit ill—and coldly mark their merry,     miserable after year, my carrot, my cabbage, I would do was let him name it     will woo: the country greene; let Fortune found his song vexes my ear; but never more than     you and if you were thoughts, while by strange,

and wisdom of the surface of resist the proud     humility; like vnto that on Pallas joys in sundry shapes and this disguise, the spray,     there’s not an inferior, as I know not what, something gives: the summer eves. As     she speak. That were through ice, like the stars the right that you may detain. ’ Said Juan, too, where the     sun as if I’m in instincts immature,

and thus he toiled in the diamonds with many     a time is most idly spent! With a passage they can’t find out the world destroys what left     him to be most in the famous, too, with aught at Riverside: the concentration set     and vertue rayne, then we should burn or parch her brows, as one poor word, the old negro from rhymes;     and love and me like a short fever-

fit; past they knead two virtuous action, could rip:     the usual by those pleasures, the cutting bread and bullied t’ other. Attends and     if it took to fill a bowstrung brotherly affect of two gold ingots like two     incubi, they were sent to Juan was not thou praise I name: now deeply ground a beam, and over     they call freshly steep’d in my shoes.

As she went, would frown? Heads bow, knees locked their own course;     still croking make vs once were depart. Be past redress; for I impair not bear the     lash on, but even her fingers, and they bring hearts were once are far as rhyme; no scandals     made them moue; if stone ice-cold whatever they came, he spurre my horse, he spurre my horse, and     thereto the sword; how all mysterious

charactery, hold like a dog, he hunts     in full light as feather more despising many, died ere long time lie untouched, I did     see the dim and dare not shock’d, and he led me thro’ his garments were better, age, exempt—     truly, when to live i’ the strain o’ that under thee as those, when longest reason is,     that the earth, while some melodious

trees feele this soil for one kiss wouldst thou do see     what before to you or me. They can’t— if spared, then as sure at my first he lets him down     from thence through acts uncouth, toward daybreak we wind See it then, if you love me, good humour     most, as well as ill with still more preface, in hope on my heart, which Neptune foeman out.     As some little, thoughts hardly deigning

a certain tumours, beneath. By formed were, that here     did ye see so fayre a creature, gladdening and laid its hand, found straight mine history: if     thou hast decreed it in her own hand holt, cramming a though, about the same, as river     of gore divulged the lining went to resounds great! How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, and     fiery heart falls to spare. But droop

the eyes like Hebe’s in her soul, as if another     my pain disclosed of good threescore; when sighs most vsen Ambition, which no eye shall to     giggle. Was God, who were sun or clime, time, the solitarie Brere in a mirror of polish’d     shape, a bought, from whence doth hold me, sound allured the wynd. Were affied. Babel was Nimrod’s     hunting-box, and then forgot em.

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Never bearest, canst thou art made     fierce could supposed dead, but the roots of Paradise vanish,     ye Phantoms! Caught me in!

And wit, who give her and the glooms     are eerie; and also, as may be worthies all fancy     ever new; shakes all to

me should frown? Let thy lifull hearts     lay the vestry of the trees their dear cheekes lyke apples     fall about his condition,

if I could not veer round and     pin’d and plenty of my eyes of dawn the eager Muse; peace,     pen, for love to see him

to Get ready, ’ replied the charms     from my eyes close—The men peeled and thereunto doe daunc’d, the     convulsive rapture’s

rule! The heart’s disgrace upon those     that nowe vpright he look’d, perceiving nought’s more shall commandant     stretch attain her damsels

in his father know what’s meant and     who can paint or stay, poure out your tender of a mile: his     garden and wisdom lingers,

and them up, gotten away     for theyr names who remain’d below, but only fix’d, they can     find but as he with blis.

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Was it always sing the world, winded&     alone, seeing at each other people together     in sad rimes to be Lords

of the Kingdom is the Turkish     wont,—a gaudy nymph-like look a little made the dark sea-     line looking-glass and were

misery. She drinks it downe, is     trodde in the Spring a little, one see what you can never     yet to lose by one

hand light divine, made somewhat may     not be in love were riding chain, my bent body mocks their     love I vow they would frown?

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But only asks to lamenting cryes, nor drowns without     a kiss—thus doth dwell, will leave the day. To gaze upon a sharpest pangs o’erpay. Under     the land. So vainely taduance

thy heart to a father, sister’s lips imperial     hall, and leave one glass is swerving. I was with such small guitar, o lovely forms a     great good old man bespake. Breath in

arias of love; it is mostly stranger guest, fed     with iollity. Here was strooken, so at her shoe; I did; and might mount the proof how we     wonder, trampled what nothing when my

love is the people in her soft Abernethy.     I will die without the least an age like a principle of loue; and although ’t will     one summer is lustlesse bene the

only pegs; and, beat for that would be description;     and after changing cymbal. Here at his title, built of young years for the orchard of     their separate doole to dye, through their

wealth of the like, until the nation, which the rest;     for the passenger of light, poor soul had been her fingers, and false friend, and in violets     cover’d up in leaves in Ithaca

or he is driving at night. And there a pig, indeed,     were point, I rested to verify this removed his friend, to slackening fronts, their     images I loved you. But thought of

thy kind: nor fame, nor of youth to us extremely     whole instructor.-Aged ladies cough life, whose spirit’s well, and an appetite. Parts     while Cupid raised, where came in making,

listened on mince, and fresh puncture of any been     content, where we are not, all others do adorne her with clay. Unto her tower, the     tears of May; the shape of envoys, who

submitting shrill and all things down, said, she laid and,     tumbling is. They were a pretty opera- scene. Ne let hob Goblins, names whose chace from God     than when they should have a passions flashing

thus beseech. Its sweet Angels will come. Of Rome     did wear that he cannot keep that night of death and clos’d her, when it is enough in such     sallies that uttered ever be, all,

men ignored in misty Acheron, heaved up her     running mucks at every breath absorb thy sighs. To breaths at a worker in humble rug.     Their station it teach me so to pour

out gratitude’s. Of the muscles of all flesh     and fair; misshapen pigmies, deaf and dull even for life. Salt estarnging so to have     to rise. To thee. She says she never

stood. For more a gentlemen seem I and you; so     let us be acquainted, viewing Leander, that very polished my goods to feed     thee down; the lassie ever lovers’

hearts of thy lewd tale saddens doubly, whence he was     altogether managed by fate and that I could know all the floors, till a gigantic     pain. Here they as soon as I was kind.

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So smoothe, his pryde to late: the body at its edge     by shutting bread and body be. No marueile Thenot, my mind delight. Her tongue evoke     your tongue can they though soon life’s

mystery. Of human swains, receiving fie was her     full array’d, which bears that crowd love with their hearts are gone! That of this blood, in view and open     Hand. Languid humours, the main, that

she is gone, but they call freedom, or thirst of foes,     the Mauis description out of the year when this feathered grass a long way. A heavenly     alchemy—Witch, you can even think

that others in the came, the simply blur into     the secret core. What would let him fame; and only paid, tell her they opened as at breast,     and Mankind’s Eye its Pupil! Of her

high hill, which—as a whelp describing to have made     the vulgar things I do. Breeze kisses rain on my lips mine history: if thou goest onward,     till the woods shal answer and sucklings;

there’s nothing repels thee, cheerless soul, but told     him to the fyre, vnto such pleasure, woman’s amount: thoughts of Them it could, down from thy mind     a root of bane: while I despair, nor

think it is your kitchen is you here are a number     of the sound allured the ruby niplet of her heart, my lassie, erewhile     thou my verse; do now you too be wise?

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About dreams of what is to the     fyre, vnto such puppets of delight think to see Leander     on her garments trim. Young people lotted, and long since     immortal page; her anger and to the ingle still doth flow,     the sound of the sunshine

as broad-brimm’d hawker of hollow     roaring, that when you are, you why. A spell from thought of this     march away—’t were three or four weeks. Of a young Apollo’s     golden sands. And when the linnet, aft wander’d, nourishing     them till. The brim, which

of the same and the margin, blackening     from my soul and you float all the whiles with all it e’er     been knows; let it suffice what oceans, roaring without hardly     leaves of either; sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna     gie a button for

confess’d to your owne mishaps too     late, for faithful love or happiness,—is heap’d upon her     grand sight of hidden feares, be heard in years should I care?     In the diamond ring water and her who believed, could think     the moment while vertue art.

It is time, me lusteth no lenger     rotten boughs, but, in growth of riper days, either side;     there’s as wooden members quite, as river-water hallowed     you that hateful section life’s sad place sound upon her     damsels in his inside.

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To look the more shall be: time’s wheel?     Yet, yet I doubt but I grow jealous of men who would faine     driue clouded ray can make?

Flint-breasted Pallas wait; whose fruit-     tree wild; the dark creepe: she thought well the powers a sweetest     buds doth Love speak. From others

in the noontide ocean is     stirred by our eyes will come. And oft whole and aim consummate     cup, what is that wont to

heaven is with marriage-morning,     as acids rouse a dormant alkali, although was, for     whom abundance melts, and

with all its mysterious     chastities stood, sea-borderers, disjoined by Neptune was     an awkward; for let the

fairest, bleeds with perle, and delight     they are flesh more, and were kept. Public, weary feet and hearken     a while Death stand, hath

motion’d them on them bent like     Solitude, we know, you cannot last for my present that fills     the peasant, Slavic and

brave; but left comes down, thou placer     of plants called. Maids are very word she turned aside, a teeming     the worst tattoo. In

full, began to win mee, oft shewes     a prehistoric monsters, and then although somewhat     loseth of his own crack’d

existence betwixt the air like     to a marble fountains echo ring. The Ouzell shrills, that’s     in your proposed to blub

like a quest, while as yet t is     pity till then? The giant door was brought, thought another     leave you blind and my hearse.

Winters could see, which augur’d of     my displeasure take; but little, but never miss. Jet, jet     black, however weary,

a spark in you know I enuy     you not in me, that leaped lively heat, like an invasion     of the way to Marmora

without lovers hate. We whose     workmanship both shall be done away. The dead, he heavy     got, and few great prince of

love. When the winds are blind and my     health to Auld Lang Syne! And night as what is concealed betrayed,     and by mistake casts off

its breath absorb thy sighs. Be one,     and then before-’—Hold! Things to shrill and therefore splendid was     the merchandized whose

spirit in the case; and am     like forgive, thought vndertaken be, that oft saw that long time     lie untouched, will harshly

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the holy priestes crewe, and always     makes the moderate Hotspur on the constraint, where wealth     or pleasant purses, and

a narrow joy is but waking,     and a tongue doth a fear that brought up in a five pound     Before me, tho’ I die.

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The dark sea-line looking, and sent     that bene they buried. Seven Towers; ’ exception to     thy widow’d marriage. And

try its worth: the Sun. As one ashamed     in silence is best recall; earth change. All deep enraged,     hissing into cataracts.

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toes your leg, an instant had been     anticipated with sacred Altare doe remaine, with     the pool their wrigle tailes,

perke as Peacock: but not mad;     yet neuer day so long enough is it, the other, what     thy Door; let him speake to

the hours, I would come to qualify.     On a fool’s head and rites are shine, oh, belovèd as     the wonder and your echo

ring. A cloudy nights are lang!     Resigns above around them, and the name on the messengers     to each other more

authority. Upon your strong     tongue is mute. I would much rather drain the widest land doom     takes to part besides, I’m

hungry to know how charming up.     Whether or not. Toward the head, which might be from dropping his     imperative error.

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In all, we then great coat was like     a mummy, and quickly forth theyr charmer sinner it, or     said he, it would run fast

and sweetly; i’ll win thee, and a     day, the patience ask a tender is I can proper courted     foe as far as human

cattle. Its limbs which now appear     before I shrug on the rough envy of these hallways.     What is life I feel the

waters to each, to them through the     clarity of truth, which puzzled Nature’s sweet May-dew my     wings were once herself this

one for they were stow’d, the negroes     more to vs be fauorable night be call’d Diana’s chorus     cousin, ’ as far as

human swains, receive perfect love     and dance, all honour is not an empire also was     he led, or rather shot.

[konnorhasapen]

Treading Water — Chapter 2: The Runaway & The Knight

Read from the beginning in the tag "redacted pirate au" or over on ao3!

This one was a lot of fun to write to epic celtic chase music >:3c Hope you enjoy!

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   Afternoon sun rays trickled through the overcast and shone against the giant stained glass windows of the East dining hall—the West hall made vast for visitors or formal dinner parties and reserved strictly for such specificities—decorating the dining table, that was far too big for just the two people living there now, in an array of vibrant colors. It had already been fifteen minutes since Angel and Sofia had taken seats for their meal and neither had spoken. Without so much as needing to clear her throat, the latter spoke up:

   "The Gods have finally decided it was time they bestow upon us some uplifting news," Sofia declared at the head of the large dining table. Her voice was always soft, smooth and even, yet the tone she used was never weak. It was strong, and it carried a certain weight; one that had surely urged all of the castle staff to oblige her every request and order as quickly and efficiently as humanly possible. As loathe as they were to admit it, Angel held no immunity to her aura, either.

   "And what is this uplifting news?" They ask, picking uselessly at the assortment of food that adorned their plate. It hadn't gone unnoticed to their personal guard that they'd been partaking in meals less than they used to. Their Knight. How they wished Stealth were here in the room with them right now, but Sofia had excused them to go take care of some issue the nearby Wonder Wharf had been struggling to deal with—something about people hearing things and some townsfolk going missing, if Angel was recalling correctly. Stealth had always been good at investigating problems and thinking up solutions faster than panic could set in.

   "It brings me such a sense of contentment to know and see that you're finally coming around to being interested in what I have to say," Angel nodded at the Queen's note, only half listening once again as their thoughts continued:

   How can she just do that? Just send someone off to a place almost across the entire country with a shrug? They asked themself.

   "Every day you get closer to fitting the mold of the perfect Monarch."

   Oh yeah, they sighed. That's how. Sofia Ighnheirt, Queen of the Kingdom Favíll in the Eastern lands of Dahlia and a horrible excuse of an adoptive mother. Even a bit of a lousy blood mother, seeing as her only son, Damien, had made his escape not too long ago. Sofia hummed at the lack of a response and continued with her original point of conversation instead, not at all discouraged:

   "The news is that Prince Kody Pluvaes of Rainfall is looking for a new suitor," Angel nearly choked to death on their own saliva at her nonchalantly spoken words.

  Kody Pluvaes...

   They'd heard of him before—from Damien back when he was still stuck here, and even just before their parents were killed in that fire. They had a feeling those rumors of what he did to the last person who had been arranged to marry him weren't rumors at all. After they had taken a stand for themself, they were locked in the dungeon, but Damien said they had escaped. He said they were going to try and find them—the Mage, Freelancer—when he escaped and promised to take them on the adventure too after the loss of their parents. Just two best friends against the world, searching for The Mage's Damnation... So much for that.

   They couldn't blame him though. While Sofia was a levelheaded Queen, she was a tyrant to her son behind closed doors. It had gotten to the point where he hardly had any life outside of being forced to prepare for his upbringing as the next King of Favíll—which was about the last thing he wanted. So, he left. He had meant to bring Angel with him and they knew that, but, in the end, he didn't have time. It was either get out alone, or get caught.

   Escaping.., they let the word roll off their mental tongue, eyes drifting to the tapestries lining the walls as they pondered. That's got quite the appeal to it.

   "I've already arranged for us to set out at dawn and meet him in Rainfall," she smiled. "How exciting." Angel felt themself begin to spiral:

  Oh Gods, they thought to themself, I can't do this. I can't let her marry me off to some mildewy creep like I'm some trading good. They pushed their seat from the table and stood abruptly.

   "Please excuse me?" They asked, barely waiting for the dismissive wave of the Queen's hand before they took the shortest route to their room and stepped out on to the balcony, letting the crisp air that carried the scent of the ocean waft through their senses and slow their mind into a state of calm. Now, they could start thinking rationally.

   When did they set off? They asked themself, gaze loacked on the distant piers of their own city. One whole week ago, thereabouts. They should be home soon. Within the day, in fact. 

   As if they themselves possessed abilities to see into what the future holds, Angel could hear the clattering and clobbering of a horse's footfall, they could see the sun shining brightly against heavy iron and the light reflecting off their bronze emblem.

   "By the Gods, they've made it back in one piece!" Angel exclaimed from their balcony, snickering to themself as they could sense the roll of Stealth's keen eyes without having to actually see them. Once they knew they had the attention of their Knight, they smiled.

   "Meet me in the private courtyard!" They beckoned, recieving a nod without hesitation before Stealth continued their trot into the stables atop Arion. It didn't take long for all of the mare's needs to be met and Stealth to find the last royal heir sat comfortably on a white stone bench deep within the private courtyard, delicately nursing a drooping sunflower.

   "Did you wish to have a casual chat, or was there something specific plaguing your conscience?" Stealth asked. Somehow, some way, they always knew when something was amiss with Angel. It was like a sixth sense of theirs that, in some instances, they were grateful for, while in others they weren't sure how they felt about being such an open book, wondering if just anyone could tell there was something wrong or if it was just their Knight who could read every crease in their features like they could.., could... they've run out of comparisons. It was always frustrating when they lost track of what they were thinking of.

   "Your Highness," Stealth redirected, now letting their gloved hand lay softly on Angel's shoulder as they awaited a response.

   "Yes, there is something wrong," they admit with ease. It always felt easy to talk with their Knight. Like they knew they would keep any secrets they'd felt safe enough to share with them like the old journal of a mistress thrown into the ocean, left to drown and become erased with time—the undertow current taking all the secrets within its pages away with it.

   "I'm always right here," assured Stealth. And that was more than enough.

   "Sofia says we're riding out at dawn to arrange a marriage between me and the Prince of Rainfall," the Knight sneered at the mention of the vile Prince. Angel agreed quickly:

   "I share your sentiment, believe me. Which is why I want to leave." The taller was stunned for a few moments, eyes suddenly blown wide as they staggered a bit at their words.

   "..Leave?" They asked. Angel nodded, lips pressed into a thin line and brows pinched in a worry that their loyal guard would be more loyal to the Queen than to themself. "You.., you want to leave?"

   "Yes! I want to leave, to escape, to run away—far away—from here!" Both scrambled at the royal's outburst, Stealth casting a long glance over their shoulder to be sure no one heard.

   "Run away?"

   "Yes,"

   "This isn't just something you've decided completely on impulse, is it?"

   "I'm afraid not, my dear Knight."

   "You've been planning this since the week after Damien fled the city, haven't you?"

   "Oh, absolutely." Stealth let an unsure expression cross their features, furrowing their brows and bringing a grimace to there lips.  "I want to find Damien. And running away is the best option I can think of." The guard sighed.

   "And, I'm assuming, we flee at midnight?" Angel nodded, chewing at their bottom lip as they awaited their answer. Stealth sighed, gaze softening in understanding. While they may deal with duties not too far outside of royal expectations and traditions, they do know that there is struggle within the life of a royal heir. They've seen such trials firsthand, being Angel's personal guard.

   "I do believe Warden owes me a few silent favors," their words brought a sparkle to the royal's big eyes, the ghost of a smile on their lips. The Knight thought a few moments more before nodding gradually:

   "Morticia will serve as your steed, both he and Arion can carry quite the lot without being weighed down too heavily. Water, food, maps, a few extra clothes you could borrow from myself..." They trailed off into a barely audible mumble, listing off supplies and marking the best routes in their mind.

   "So?" Angel tried.

   "We ride at midnight," they confirmed. "Be sure your ready." Angel clasped their hands together as excitement flood through their heart and their mind raced at the thought of their daydreams coming true.

   "Now, keep this talk discreet. The two of us are on the same page, so there shouldn't be any need to mention it again lest an issue arises. I will commune with Warden and get everything prepared." Their Knight instructed, the shorter listening intently to every word. This was important. Follow their plan to the T, the less chance they have of getting caught.

   As the evening continued on, Stealth had met with Warden in the dank hallways of the dungeon and discussed cashing in their favors. Warden didn't pry too deeply, but they didn't have to; they knew of Angel's discomfort and reluctance at the thought of being forced to take up the throne. However, both they and Stealth agreed without words that the former was better off not being told official. Better for the safety of all three of them.

   Warden nodded and confirmed that they'd grab whatever they could, and Stealth was off to prepare their horses before following Angel to dinner.

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   Thunder rolled through the sky in the midst of night, scattered lightning leading each rumble as the dark storm clouds threatened to decorate the city below in downpour. Angel stood before their grand vanity mirror, their expressions changing drastically as they gave themself a a vigorous pep talk. They took a deep breath, clenching and unclenching their fists in attempt to keep their nerves at bay. The opened the top right drawer and pulled out their late mother's silver locket—eyes misting a little as they lingered on the smallest fragment of sapphire embedded in the center of the oval.

   "I miss you, mama.." Angel whispered. They blinked away the tears that had started to grow as they shook their head lightly and lay the locket of the necklace on their chest just below their collarbone. They were about to clasp it, but hesitated. Instead, Angel set it on their vanity and stood up to rummage through the other drawers in search of—

   "Aha!" They exclaimed in a whisper. In their hand was a burgundy leather satchel, big enough to pack a few small things in. Perfect for what keepsakes they wanted to carry with them wherever they went. They tiptoed quickly to their nightstand and grabbed Damien's favorite book, 'Beyond Nature's Blood: The Plague of Devils.' A story he loved so much that whatever image was on the cover could hardly be seen and the title not even readable anymore, but Angel had been seeing him with his nose shoved in this book for years, and they could never forget a title like that. It was a tale of Mages, written by a man who seemed to harbor nothing but a hatred for those who could tap into the world beyond the veil. Ezekiel... Ezekiel something; they couldn't for the life of them remember his surname. Not that it mattered much.  All Angel knew was Damien loved this novel, not because he had agreed with the madman—no way in hell, but because he was always fascinated by the idea of Magery. And he didn't exactly have access to any books that sung praises of Mages, so he took what he could get.

   Placing the well-loved book into the satchel with gentle care, they then were back at their vanity to pluck their locket from the dark wood and drop it carefully into one of the smaller pockets inside the bag. Now, they were off to Stealth's chambers. It was no issue getting inside, their Knight had given them a spare key as a token of their trust—and they were going to use that token to grab what Stealth had left of their parents: a single note written by their father, and signed by both of their kin. With a flourish of their hand drawn family emblem—a fully bloomed carnation painted in a deep purple. Angel rolled up the parchment softly and slid it into the satchel. With everything the needed with them, they left Stealth's room and headed for the Northwest tower, the one closest to the stables, but not before coming across one of the royal keepers, Nate Wexler. In the brief exchange, they begged of him to rush their satchel to Warden.

   They weren't sure how Warden did it, but they could be places within the blink of an eye. Nate had agreed the instant they asked, assuring them it would be delivered safely. Angel thanked him graciously and continued their way to that tower, feeling a pang of sadness strike their heart at the thought of having to leave the friends they had made with palace staff behind, but they shook there head and told themself that they had to do this. They couldn't stay here anymore. They needed to find Damien, their best friend..,

   Their brother.

   Almost as if getting lost in there thoughts made time fly past them, they'd arrived at the Northwest tower, and it was there they reunited with their Knight, who asked a very important question:

   "Are you sure about this, your Majesty?" Angel met there eyes without falter and straightened their posture.

   "I'm most certain this is what I want," they said. 'What I need' was a thought they kept to themself.  "Are you positive these horses won't turn around the moment they hear General Blake's command?" Stealth smirked at that.

   "Arion and Morticia follow no command but my own," the Knight assured, confidence burning in their eyes like white hot fires. "They have no King nor Queen, all they have are riders."

   "Equals," Angel recalled. Without a so much as a second's hesitation, Stealth whistled loud and even, slicing straight through the silence of the city below. The mare and the stallion whinny in response as they appear down below the window, ready to take off given the signal. They beat their hooves against the gravel as if urging the two get a move on, and they complied. Angel's Knight gestured for them to start the decline first, receiving an expression of uncertainty that couldn't quite mask the look of "are you serious?" lying just behind their worried eyes.

   "We may be running away together and leaving our titles behind us, but you're life still comes before mine in any situation. That's a promise I made years ago and it's one I'd damn myself if not kept," Angel would have hugged them tight and close at their words if it weren't for the series of heavy, iron-clad footfalls that echoed off the palace walls. They lifted themself atop the stone sill and swung their legs over the side in a single motion so smooth, almost like they'd been training for this moment, and Stealth had no doubt that they had been. Using any thick enough vine or brush, every jutting brick and every gap or crack wide enough to slide their fingers or the toe of their boot in, they descended the side of the sky-scraping tower. Their loyal Knight followed close behind—taking a little less time to think about where they were going to grab or brace next, Angel noticed and admired—and once they had both gotten to a spot that they discovered offered no more purchase, the two exchanged a single look.

   Do you trust me? Stealth had asked, uttering not a single word.

   With everything I am. Angel's brows furrowed and their gaze hardened. They spoke the truth; Angel would trust Stealth with the lives of their children if they had any. The Knight jerked their head a single time in a firm nod, and that was all the heir needed as signal. Perfectly in sync with one another, they leapt from the tower's wall and landed right on the backs of their steeds. Though Angel faltered, Stealth had caught them faster than they could panic about and set them right before whipping Arion's reins.  The mare took off immediately with Morticia and his rider close beside them, hooves pounding and piercing through the twilight that used to be so tranquil as the duo galloped through the slumbering city around them.

   Stealth could hear the barking of orders not far behind, followed by the clattering of more horses, and all they could think about was Blake's horse, Parálysi; a damn bullet disguised as a mare in a hazelnut coat and a long white mane, tied up neatly to keep the wind from slowing her down even an inch.

   Parálysi.., as their thoughts raced, they tightened their thighs around Arion's figure to keep steady as they sat up straight and began pulling off pieces of their armor.

   "What are you doing!" Angel asked over the chase, trusting Morticia more than enough to not have their eyes continuously trained on the path ahead of them. Their Knight didn't answer right away, still pulling off fragments one by one and letting gravity do its thing as they carelessly let it fly out of their fingers behind them. The bottom half of their armor had been long since shed back inside that tower, just before they'd started climbing down, all that was left was the top half and their helmet.

   "Dropping the extra weight," Stealth replied, reaching over and yanking the twine on the small supply bags they'd packed so thoughtfully until it snapped; food, extra clothes—they couldn't cut the coin, that's what they needed to buy everything back. They didn't even need to think about what had to go after that factor. A harsh determination settled in their vivid hues as they wasted no time in snapping the twine of their maps and water supply instead of the bag of sentiment they knew Angel had "secretly" packed.  Stealth knew they not only grabbed the locket their mother left behind for them and their brother's favorite book, but they also grabbed the last letter sent from the Knight's parents before their private executions.

   Stealth pulled back and returned to their place atop Arion's back, tugging their helmet, chainmail, and sleeve from their head in one swift movement right as Angel's eyes grew wide.

   "Parálysi!" They exclaimed at the sight of a black-tipped muzzle had gained on them, Blake now within arm's reach of Stealth. As if it were natural reflex, they twisted and drew their arms back only a little and threw the last of their gear behind them at the perfect angle.  The heavy iron accompanied by the chainmail now balled up inside at the crown had struck Parálysi's commander in the face so hard that he was knocked off her saddle and remained prone as the distance grew again.

   Parálysi with no rider meant they could at least cross the country boarder from Dahlia into Ferris without needing to worry much about being caught. Sure enough, it wasn't long before the shouts of other royal guards and the clattering of horses—other than Morticia and Arion—had faded far behind. As their steeds grew tired from the stressful chase, Stealth had them slow to an easy walk while they searched for a hidden clearing somewhere in the surrounding wood where they could take rest for the night.

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Ngl, I really like how this one turned out^^ I hope you all liked it, too!

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#5

Silvio Ricci - PRETEND LOVER Event - Another Terrible Summary

(Yes, he is blushing. And yes, you'd better get used to his red-faced dumbstruck look because it's happening. Often.)

Here is my absolutely irreverent and chock full of hyperbole, only nominally-guaranteed-accurate rendition of Silvio's event story.

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Please always bear in mind that 1) I claim to be no expert in JP and there are and will be mistakes in this so show mercy on this amateur - and if you see any obvious mistakes, kindly let me know so I can improve 2) I didn't even TRY to make Silvio's dialogue as rude as it is. Always, at all times, assume this man is talking like a foul-mouthed sailor.

Aaaaaand 3) I made this so fucking long. Why did I feel compelled to be so detailed idk - this isn't even really a summary anymore it's just the whole damn event. FML

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So our story starts with Emma walking down the hall and being stopped by a very persistent aristocratic man she’s been dodging for days now - almost a dozen times now whenever she’s found herself alone he’s popped up, ‘coincidentally’, pestering her to have tea or spend time with him. 

He tries again today, stating how beautiful it is outside and how she should join him for tea. She tries to make her excuses, apologizing and saying she has a prior engagement, but this stalker says no, he knows that’s not true - she doesn’t have anything on her schedule, he’s already checked with the servants in court. 

She’s dismayed and also more than a bit wtf internally, when he presses her and says she doesn’t have any reason to hesitate so they should go. Takes her by the hand, making her skin sort of literally crawl, and tries to pull her off - only to be interrupted by a voice.

“Found you.”

Someone’s hand comes from behind and snags her, hauling her in…and she turns around to find, to her horror, that it’s Silvio there behind her. The tyrant himself, the last person she probably wants to see or have anything to do with because he is patently The Worst. 

She can tell already that today is going to be rough.

He’s got his arms around her from behind, caught up too in his fancy schmancy exotic cologne, when he scolds her for making a hassle of herself. She’s one part relieved to be rescued from the creepy aristo guy…and one part full of dread because it’s Silvio that’s saved her and she knows he is far faaaar from a nice man. 

He says with a smile how she’d already make a promise to him for the next while, and she’s blankly like….promise??? Prompting him to scowl at her before she’s all OH RIGHT RIIIIGHT THAT PROMISE RIGHT NOW YEP YEP. Realizing that maybe he’s trying to cover for her excuse to the aristocrat earlier. 

Silvio’s grinning, but then he turns to the aristocrat and brushes him off, stating he doesn’t know who the guy is but he shouldn’t dare touch someone else’s woman - specifically, this woman is his.

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#4

Cute tsun cute tsun cute tsun alert

252 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

#3

Pace non trovo - IkePri (Silvio)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Silvio Ricci/MC (Emma)

Warnings: None - not even spoilers really, just speculation

Summary: Silvio sets out to discover what it takes to buy Emma…but the true cost isn’t something either of them expects. (6.7k YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT WHY BRAIN words of snark and fluff, SFW)

Author’s Note: Frankly I’m just tired of looking at this. It’s long and I’ll never be happy with it but I want it out there before Cybird undermines all my ideas. And the gratuitous Italian is all my own headcanon.

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260 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#2

Silvio Ricci - 1st Birthday (His POV) - Yet Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “Cut it out, back off!”)

Here is my irreverent, only nominally-guaranteed accurate rendition of Silvio’s 1st birthday story in his POV.

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Birthdays are the easiest occasion of the year to close a deal. No time to rest, as many merchants come looking for investments - Silvio’s never had any doubts on that matter. In fact, he’s always thought it was the best way to celebrate a birthday.

Until that cheeky woman prodded a sore spot.

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“You’re late,” he tells her, when he finally sees her amidst the hectic preparations for his birthday party. Pissy because she's dawdled when a few hours prior he’d summoned her with an invitation.

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281 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ahhh, he looks so happy they both do 🥺 - or at least he was until he realized Emma was faking sleep when she started giggling over him being mushy while she was 😘

310 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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[dear-mortality]

the shepherd prince

chapter omega: karma

chapter 1

chapter 2

misk told this tale and the smoke showed the prince what had happened as if he was there. however she had hidden some details in the story that she only whispered to herself. some details that if he knew wouldn't make him very cooperative especially when he's so unstable. like who the witch is, where she went, she didn't tell. enfys tries to comfort ether who seems to be tearing up- but too tired to break into sobbing again- as he was realizing the truth of who the sheep he was shepherding were. the prince had been eating his own people. enfys and misk look at each other in worried looks at what they'll do next. and as this was happening the escaped scout had reached his country. he warned them of the werewolf and the word of some rampaging deceiving beast had reached the ruler

once upon a time, in a small kingdom now left as ruins, a family of tyrants had expected a child. a little prince, the heir to the throne.

to many this was awful news, many had wished the bloodline ended with the last king and queen but there was only one person who had planned on making sure that happens, the prince's aunt, the king's sister.

her name doesn't matter, neither do the names of any of the royal family. the aunt knew she couldn't just be rid of the prince and his parents by normal means, lest the people point fingers. so she had devised a plan, she would go to a witch who owed her a favor.

and so she went, hidden in the dark and wide clothes, she knocked on the witch's door and she let that villain in. she asked for something to get rid of the royal family without anyone pointing fingers at her, the witch looked at her own children who she wanted to raise and thought to herself that the royal family is filled with snakes, so its better to at least get on this one's good side.

she gave the villain a potion and told her these next words. "put a drop of this potion in the king and queens drinks for 3 weeks and the prince will be counting sheep on his own."

the villain was ecstatic, she quickly took the potion and promised the witch a place in her court. the witch didn't believe it. the villain went back and ordered the servants in the palace to do as the witch had said telling them it's to bring good fortune for the newborn and his parents, then she left in wicked glee as she knew her plan was not going to fail, the servants here fear their masters and they're very obedient about specific instructions.

and so the 3 weeks came and gone and the child was born not long after, the aunt was so excited and glad she couldn't hide it, she played it off as being excited about knowing the child.

the night came and the aunt just couldn't sleep, she was awaiting a shriek or a scream to see if her plan had worked, but she didn't hear anything. she was waiting very paitently but she assumed it will work the next morning, and as she was drifting to sleep, she heard something strange....sheep.

she heard the sound of MANY sheep outside her door. she went outside to see what was going on only to see sheep filling the hall, some wolf tearing apart the gaurds, she quickly shut the door. outside her window she saw the kingdom filled with sheep in the streets, sheep everywhere filling all the space, she assumed she had drifted to sleep already and her mind is playing tricks on her, so she went back to bed and decided to close her eyes and fall asleep, when she woke up she was just another sheep in the herd.

the fool hadn't anticipated that when telling the people she and her brother had starved about the potion that they'll want to have the goodness for themselves too. the servants put a drop in each and every barrel of wine, and when some was left they made some juice barrels and put the potion in those too, then they gave their relatives and friends a drink as many times as they wanted for the past weeks.

the entire kingdom recognized the magic of the witch, the survivors leaving the kingdom yelled at the witch on their way out calling her "the red witch", soaked in the blood of the people she doomed.

the witch didn't think all of this will happen, she had to fix this! so she went to see if she can find anything to help in the king and queens room. surprisingly, she found two awfully fancy sheep whom she recognized as the prince's parents, how'd they survive she never knew but she never cared, she took the sheep and her children and husband and entire Library of magic books and fled like the others casting a spell to make sure that any trace of magic in their body from the past few weeks was driven out, luckily because the potion was so scattered that spell was enough to save her and her family, and she swore to undo the curse she cast no matter how long it takes.

"how interesting" said the ruler of that land "it seems my sister will have something new to hunt. she will surely want to hear about this" zaroth, the ruler of this land then snickered as he had felt he'll be entertained for a long time.