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zodiacs-web · 1 year

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Hi! Hope you’re well! If you’re comfortable with it, would you be up for writing a Beam x reader where they’re celebrating Hanukkah? ❤️🦈🕎

Hanukkah with Beam Headcanons

𖥔 Beam x Gn!Reader

𖥔 What's in the web: Clueless yet soft beam, an attempt to get Hanukkah accurate, note: I'm not Jewish so I don't participate in such, but do tell me if I made any mistakes :) (got info from google)

𖥔 A/n: I hope you're also doing well! Have a happy holidays!

To be frank with you, Beam has never really heard of Hanukkah in his life. He's heard of other "major" holidays but never participated, after all, he's a fiend. But when you told him about yours he was ecstatic, maybe hoping it was like other ones yet was surprised to find it much differently.

When you explained it to beam, he deemed it a bit complicated yet was still willing to join in. Lighting the candles took a set of days to complete and also explained the way to light candles. A shamash, the attendant candle lit up the other candles and it's primary function has been served if all candles have been lit.

The detailed nature of this holiday brough joy to the fiend. And alas, don't get him started on the food. You first introduced him to Latkes, friend potato pancakes, that he instantly ate in second. You were shocked but made more when he enjoyed them. Your trip to the kitchen never ending.

You also introduced him to Kugel and sufganiot (fried jelly doughnuts) - which were his favorite. Truly the trip to the kitchen was a relentless one, he really did love your food, watching over your shoulder to see you cook. You were happy that he was enjoying himself but time of celebration is nearly ending.

In the first day, you held Beam's hand, reciting blessing while he listened and lit the candle with him. You lit up the ones in the middle by yourself and then lastly, lighting up the last candle with the shamash, like last time reciting your blessing until lit.

You then sing a hymns to the fiend, listening in delight as he relishes in your warmth. And when you're finished, you share stories with him, eating some more, giving a small gift to him and lastly playing some draidel which took him a while to understand. Yet this was a wonderful Hanukkah, leaving you filled with a familiar happiness.

#zodiac's web #csm beam #csm x you #csm x reader #beam x y/n #csm beam x reader #beam x reader #beam #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man beam #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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kxowledge · 2 years

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Haven’t done a proper update in ages and truthfully I’ve been neglecting this blog, but here it is:

Went to Glendalough for my birthday, which I enjoyed immensely. There’s some advantages to living in the British Isles, but I doubt I’ll be back in Ireland anytime soon. So far, it’s the worst country I’ve lived in and I will not miss it. There’s job aplenty, but the cost of living and the housing situation are not worth it. I know mine was a limited experience, but I also feel like Ireland has lost a lot of its cultural identity. Except for their accent, someone from Dublin and someone from England would not differ much, from what I could see. This of course is more accentuated in Dublin compared to rural places, but even those are losing so much of their heritage – their crafts, their cuisine, but also the natural landscape (which is stunning, but suffering and changing significantly). I’d recommend THIS series of documentaries and THIS cookbook if interested. It’s strange to think about the fact that someone of the people I’ve met have lived through the Troubles, yet now any sort of distinction with the UK seems to be non-existent. I am generalizing and really, I shouldn’t because I’ve also see inspiring local efforts at preserving biodiversity and bees and the Irish language and a connection with nature and art and crafts and so much more. And as much as I can complain about costs of living and housing, I know this sentiment is common. There’s potential for the future and it will be interesting to see how things will evolve.

Finally, finally!, done with the exam session. I’ve been enjoying hiking and swimming and being in the sun and now I also reading, beyond coursework. At least to a certain extent, because I still have two exams in September for theology and I need to start preparing for my Master’s degree. I’m excited for the latter, but also I wish I had more time so I could brush up on various topics in advance (econometrics, strategy, microeconomics).

Taking a gap year (turned into multiple years) was a good decision. [I know I promised various posts on this topic, and I will! I will! write them, but this is not it.] Very unexpectedly, one of the main positive things to come out of it is that… I have interests. All my time during my (first) BSc was geared towards survival – internships, jobs, what I learned, how I spent my free time. Either it was for basic necessities (money to buy food, building basic habits, etc) or in order to break into finance or find out what I was interested in when I realized I hated working in finance. It’s not that I didn’t have interests per se, but any interest was confined to that and never went beyond a simple ‘I would like to’. Doing new things is not always easy, true, but it was mostly that I didn’t have either time or money for any sort of hobby. Hobby being the wrong word, but also the only one available: by no means my chosen career is more important than these. And now I’m into wines and permaculture and gardening and bees and pottery and bouldering and botany and theology and philosophy and perfumes and embroidery – and there’s much more to explore! I enjoy a great variety of activities and make sure my life is filled with different interests, because it is enriched by it. Beyond simply the joy that all of these bring me (and will continue bringing me in the future), I also feel calmer about wanting to go into academia. It is my chosen field and I will try hard to make it my career, but if it doesn’t work out, I know I’ll still be okay, because beyond that there’s so much more.

Anyway, what brough the above stream of thought is that I’ve been really, really into perfumes lately. Love everything about them (except the prices). This June I attended a Frederic Malle event which gave me a deeper appreciation of some of their fragrances. I’ve also bought a Floraiku discovery set, which I’m excited about. Desperately want to sample some Carner Barcelona fragrances (I love Palo Santo and want to try Tardes and Latin Lover!). And so, so many more. I’m having such fun.

I guess that as a general update, I should talk also about faith, but I don’t really want to. I don’t like black/white distinctions and this is where I landed. Faith is fluid, faith is a path and a spectrum. I don’t believe God exists, but I want to and that is enough. Doubt is part of the Christian existence. I find value in religion and that is enough. I don’t know what this means in practice, but I’ll keep reading the Scriptures and I’ll keep attending mass (hopefully more regularly, still at distance for now, maybe in presence at one point). I’ll figure out things eventually, for now, this is enough. Faith can be a journey too.

As I mentioned before, I still have two exams to prepare before September, one on St Augustine, one on Practical Theology (I’ve chosen to focus on the baptism ritual in early Christian communities and on the Eucharist for the nonbaptised). A v busy summer indeed!

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angelsanarchy · 2 years

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Re: Along Together Anon

So I have a pretty strict rule about not posting anon hate or drama that comes into my inbox. I recently got a message that I actually ran past my wife because I wasn't sure if it would be considered "hate" since the person didn't really say mean things, they just expressed their disappointment in my lack of story posts. Wife obviously was quick with throat punch protection against the anon but instead of posting the asks, I'm just going to address where I'm at in my life in hopes that you will see this post and allow me the smallest amount of grace.

I have manic depression, HFA and a panic disorder. This isn't the first time I've spoken about it on here but this year was the worst year of my life. I lost my companion, my baby Yogi Bear due to surigcal complications a few days after his 5th birthday. Yogi was my ESA and the majority of my heart. Trying to figure out how to function in a world where he was ripped away with no warning has been the hardest thing I've had to deal with next to losing my Grams.

Writing stories, reading fic and creating things brings me joy. I've always found solace in fandom worlds. It has brough me so many wonderful things, including my very protective best friend/wife. Despite these wonderful joys, my mental health is still very much a main factor in my day to day. I am medicated to the hilt and I do have a therapist but I havent suffered a loss like this before. My body is trying to maintain with a lack of sleep, food and focus which keeps me in sort of a zombie state. I'm trying my best to remedy this but I just wanted you to know that I do apologize for starting a lot of things that I never finish. It was never my intention to get anyone's hopes up or disappoint them. I am still writing and creating. I have 15 more One Shots for Alone Together that I have started the giffing process, I have the first two chapters of the extended story drafted and I have the entire story plotted.

All I ask is that you be patient with me as I adjust to the new burdens my mental illness brings. I appreciate all the love and support I get for the things I create. Truly.

#personal post #apologies #story time

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mysticmeg31 · 1 year

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2022 has plugged me into a deep deep hole of Harry Potter fan fiction which has brough a whole new level of happiness to my life. Of course, the loveliness of Tik Tok has brought me the pure joy of Dramione 🥰🥰.....However!! I decided to take a chance and read a Drarry fic 😱. A small part of me knew I probably shouldn't 😅 because I'd love it too much! And booyyy was I right!

Just finished reading The Ordeal of Being Known by louisfake.

Summary:

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.

Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

This was the second but first Drarry series I read...It was AMAZING!! Draco and Harry and just soooo I have no words, they give me the warm and fuzzies 🥰🥰. All the characters are well written, Pansy is a badass lol Ron is not an ass (finally a fic that makes him him plus hot!). Harry is Harry but so much better and Draco..oh my sweet Draco just hits different in this book series 😭❤️❤️.

I can officially say I am now hooked hahahah 😂.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #ron weasley #fanfic

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libidomechanica · 28 days

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #207 texts #ballad

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princessjaqulinechess1031 · 3 years

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Dear Damian

Summary: Marinette has to say goodbye.

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Damian Wayne, Bahija and Bastian Wayne (OCs-mentioned)

Dear Damian,

If you’re reading this, then this means the Guardianship has passed hands. I am no longer the Guardian of the box, and most likely I have been taken somewhere far away from you. I have tried for years to convince them that you can be trusted that if you know where the box could be and who had it would be fine. But they would not listen to me. So, here I sit, wondering where my future could have gone so wrong that I can not be with you. I plan to keep the box until I die.

But life has a way of not going the way we expected.

I never planned on this. I never planned on leaving you, and Bahija, and Bastian. You three are my reasons to live. My pride, my joy, my greatest and deepest love. To leave you behind I know will break all your hearts, but I have no choice.

You and your family gave me a home and a family when I lost mine. You helped me through my pain and brough me back from the brink. A brink even Adrien could not bring me back from. But you…you did. People call you cold, but I don’t think that’s right. You’re not ice, my love, you’re fire. You have a passion that I fell in love with, and that passion may make you do crazy things, but you never back down. You never refuse to claim your mistakes. And that’s what made me love you, ma moitié. That passion and fire.

I see it everyday in our children. Bahija and Bastian have that same spark, and it breaks my heart to no longer have them here with me. I love them so, so much. You have to tell them that Damian, if I cannot. I did everything to protect them. I want them to not wallow over me. I want them to live. I want them to love. Do not let them believe for one second I do not care about them. No matter what, memory or no, a mother never truly forgets. Tell them that I love them.

It breaks every piece of my soul to think that I will never hold you again, ma moitié. That I will never kiss your lips or hear your breath in the night when we sleep. To know that you have my back, and that in battle I will never have you there as my right-hand. I love you. And to not love you will be my great undoing.

When thinking of me, think of our last kiss. The one we thought would be like every other one. Was it fast? Slow? A goodbye kiss or a hello? I have no way of knowing, but surely you do. I never thought we would have a last one. But hold on to that moment. Never let it go. Cherish it. Let that be the last memory of me, not this letter.

I wonder where you might be reading this. In our room? Gotham? Paris? Maybe even Eth Alth'eban? Where ever it is, don’t leave it. Don’t leave it to find me. This is the path I undertook the day I became the Guardian, and I don’t regret it. For years I have been blessed to be the keeper of the kwamis and the Miraculous, but now that time must come to an end. I am so very sorry that it has to be like this.

Do not let this harden your heart. Do not let this be your undoing as well as mine. I know you, perhaps better than you know yourself, and I know you have a tendency to let yourself get lost in pain. But you can’t do that. You can’t. Bahija and Bastian need you, ma moitié. Let yourself be happy, let yourself live.

And if you ever fall in love again, do not think you are betraying me. You can not betray me by doing what makes you happy. Let yourself love and be happy, let yourself be Damian Wayne. Not a widower, not a lost soul, not a victim.

I know that you will read this letter over and over again. Look for clues, hidden messages, but there are none. This letter is simply my final goodbye to you, and my final goodbye to Bastian and Bahija.

I love you. Forever and always. Even without my memory. Some part of me will always remember you – the way your skin felt, the sound of your voice, the love we had for each other. Even if my brain forgets, my body and heart will never forget you.

If we ever cross paths again, I know I will fall in love you all over again. There is simply no other option. For it’s you. It’s always been you that my string has been tied to.

Do not forget me. But do not forget to live either.

I love you. Forever and always yours,

Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wayne

#miraculous marinette #marinette dupain cheng #damian waye #daminette #BatFam #maribat #angst #letter fic #fanfiction #crossover

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barricadebops · 3 years

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Miserables Month Day 3: "Language"

Written for the Miserables Month @themiserablesmonth

Her Marius Pontmercy could easily be labeled sometimes as being somewhat an odd fellow.

Do not misunderstand her; for all his oddities, Cosette was still very much in love with him, but it could be quite confusing trying to parce through his rapid speeches and lines, many times only just being able to catch phrases such as "I love you" as Marius Pontmercy rushed on an on about his speech.

At the present, however, she believed her Marius was being unbearably rude. The last night they had seen each other in the garden, he had been coughing a great deal, which certainly would not do. How dare he worry her like so?

That annoyance at his rudeness, however, turned to fear as she awaited his presence in the garden, her Papa and Toussaint having already fallen deep into their sleep on account of the late hours of the night.

Why hadn't he shown up yet? She huffed and adjusted her bonnet, annoyance quickly growing once more. How very inconsiderate to keep her waiting like this! She would be having words with him later on, remind him of how important it was to be on time to receive a lady.

A snap of a twig outside the garden gates caught her attention, and already having recognized the familiar weight of the footsteps, she rushed forwards towards the great gates, and whispered out, "Monsieur, is that you?" When no response came, she crossed her arms and raised her voice just the slightest bit, "Look, monsieur, I am already cross with you, do not aggravate me any further. Honestly, is this any to treat a lady? Making her wait so long?" She turned around and refused to look at him; when no answer came, she turned back, confused. In the gleaming moonlight she could make out the lovely coiffed curls so prominent on Marius, but when she moved forward, the rest of the figure enshrouded by the night's dark jolted, slipping something between the grilled gates, and rushing away.

Curse her foolish lover and the late hour in which they meet. She could not even call out for him, lest she wake her Papa and Toussaint. Instead, she had to huff and watch as Marius Pontmercy hurried away, having avoided her on this night.

Just as she was about to head back into the manor, already planning out exactly what she would be writing in her notebook, the clouds around the moon shifted and spilled a sliver of light over what Cosette could now see was a folded slip of paper. A note.

She remembered, now, her Marius' penchant for sending notes and love letters, and as she unfolded the paper and caught sight of the scrawled lines, she could see that it was indeed the latter:

My dearest Cosette,

Oh that it is my woe that I should be separated from you on this night! I never wish to be parted from you, and yet it seems destiny seems to have other plans for my fate.

As has been the source of your consternation over these last few days, I have taken ill. The cough I had been so hoping would fade to nothing has unfortunately only grown harsher and worse. My friend, Courfeyrac—you don't know him—has taken notice to this, and has expressly forbid that I should journey outside our flat.

He is aware I have been seeing you, and yet he was still unrelenting in nt allowing me come meet when we usually do. He doesn't quite understand the workings of the heart—the most he's had have been quick flings. I beg you do not think of him poorly, however. At heart he is truly a good man.

The only way I was able to sneak out and give you this letter you now hold in your hands was when Courfeyrac had not yet returned from his meeting at the Musain—you won't know of those either. You know, he almost didn't go, was quite willing to stay by my side, but I forced him to go. He musn't miss out on his politics because of me.

My heart aches to be with you, my dearest. It is as they say—love is the best kind of medicine. I beg you hold me in your heart so that your Marius may return to you sooner than what may be too late.

Your beloved,

Marius Pontmercy

Sick? Oh how fretful! So she was justified, then, in her worry about that cough! If only she could have brough him into the manor, she would have had him in bed, at his side, ready should he need anything, and gently scolding his sleeping form for causing her such worry.

She made to fold up the letter and trudge gloomily back to her room, when a few more lines after the signature at the bottom appeared:

Je t'aime.

I love you.

Ich liebe dich

Je t'aime was all fine, and warmed her heart as she still stood, remaining in the garden. But these last two lines confused her—what on earth was this gibberish? Why did Marius believe she would know what it meant?

She hummed to herself as she stole back into the manor quietly so as not to wake Toussaint.

Perhaps her Marius had written it in a state of delirium. It was quite possible. Still, she kept the note safe on her little table.

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The next night was much the same. Cosette waited once more in the garden, a mix of anticipation and worry ebbing within her. If he did not return today, she thought she might faint of devastation—it was quite improper to worry a lady like this!

Again, as she spotted what she thought was Marius' curls, she hurried towards the gates, disappointed as that familiar figure rushed away once more.

She unfolded the note he had dropped with fear.

My dearest Cosette,

It seems as if this illness is a stubborn one. Courfeyrac, the friend I mentioned in my previous letter, brought over one of his friends today; he's training to become a doctor. He declared that it was nothing too serious and that I should be fine, however he was a little concerned with the way I had gone pale and started trembling. I purposefully neglected to inform him the reason for such a thing occurring was likely due more to his visit. I have not had many joyful memories of him from the first time we met.

I shall hope and pray sincerely that we meet tomorrow. I am sure God will grant me this one request. He does have much to make up for to me, anyways.

I beg you continue to think of me as I know you were doing yesterday. I could hear your whispers in the wind, calling for my name.

Your beloved,

Marius Pontmercy

And again, those three lines at the bottom, the last two still remaining a sequence of gibberish:

Je t'aime

I love you

Ich liebe dich

Her heart sunk. Her love was still ill, and so she would have to worry even more. She knew she shouldn't be concerned over whether her Marius was being well taken care of in his sick bed—the way he had spoken of this Courfeyrac made it seek as if he truly was in good hands—but she simply could not help it. She worried for her Marius. Oh curse this rainy season!

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That next night, Marius finally appeared back in her full sight.

The moon cast a glow over his face. His curls seemed a bit greasier, his face perhaps paler, and there were shadows that were rimmed beneath his eyes; all in all, however, Cosette still saw the handsome man who had caught her attention at the Luxembourg Gardens.

"Oh monsieur!" she cried, though in a quiet whisper as best as she could. She ran up to him, stopping short of embracing him and instead cupping her hands to his cheks. "How pale you've turned!" She drew back to glare at him. "It was very rude, you know, to have caught an illness like so; have you any idea the worry you caused me?"

It seemed as if Marius Pontmercy who was in the seventh heaven, could not muster words, only call out "Cosette!" in joy.

She crossed her arms and sat back down on her bench. "No, monsieur, I will not be having this at all! First with your illness worrying me and then your gibberish letters confusing me.".

At this, Marius Pontmercychimself turned confused. "Gibberish?" he repeated. "But I thought they were rather clear?"

Cosette waved a hand in dismissal. "Yes, yes, it was all fine and good, but then you wrote these three lines underneath, and I only know what the first one means." She drew out both the letters she had made sure to bring this time around. "See!"

She pointed to where he had written these lines, I love you and Ich liebe dich. "This is gibberish."

Marius Pontmercy glanced at the paper before softly chuckling. Cosette frowned.

"You only continue your rudeness," she said, annoyed. "I call out this serious problem, and you laugh."

When her Marius finally stops laughing and catches his breath, he further softens his eyes and said, "Cosette, I was telling you I love you."

Cosette raised an eyebrow. Yes, I know what that sounds like, but neither of them match je t'aime.

Marius knelt in front of her and took her hands in his own. A bold move. "That might be because they're in two different languages."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Different languages?"

"Yes—you remember me telling you I'm a translator? I know English and German, those are the languages on the letters."

Cosette huffed once more and shifted her eyes to just to the right and far off from where Marius Pontmercy would sit. "Well how was I supposed to know this? And why write 'I love you' in three different languages when one is enough?"

Marius Pontmercy rubbed his thumbs on the soft skin of her palm. He tugged gently to bring her attention back to him. "It's because," he whispered softly, "I wanted you to know that in whatever language—French, English, or German—nothing will ever change this constant: that I love you."

Well, alright. Okay. So maybe Marius Pontmercy's thought of gibberish then wasn't so bad.

She smiled to herself. She would be keeping these letters safe. Especially as her Marius said, "In case it wasn't clear enough, however, let me express this in a language you understand," and he lifted the tip of her foot encased within its shoe and pressed his lips gently to it.

#I would like to thank my amazing friend Kali for teaching me how to say 'I love you' in German #les miserables #cosette #cosette fauchelevent #marius #marius pontmercy #marisette #mariusette #TheMiserablesMonth #The Miserables Month #les mis fic #annie writes stories

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 3 years

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An imaginary spring was attached to the heel of your boots, adding to your speed as you sprinted across the marble flooring that led to the main lobby of the resort. The guests who caught a glimpse of your blurred form blew out laughter, questioning whether you were merely an enthusiastic athlete or a madwoman. However, their commentaries did not pierce through the veil of determination that equipped you with a second layer of skin. Nothing could hurt you now, nothing but –

“Kumi!”

The younger girl was stood a few meters away, conversing casually with the four men towering over her. The scene may have appeared ordinary to the average person, however, in your eyes it was a classic arrangement of predator and prey. When the screak that ripped through the air reached where Kumi was situated, panic brough the smile on her lips to collapse into a strained expression of horror. What triggered your overprotective instincts was her extensive history of heartbreak. But the issue was never that she lacked the strength to walk away, her problem lied in the fact she trusted people far too easily.

Without a second thought, you increased your speed, fully intending on tackling the black-haired male who was closest to her. The flirtatious smirk plastered against his visage spoke volumes. Oh, how you would wipe that damn smirk off his face. Unfortunately, once you were close enough to launch your attack, an arm was snuck around your middle, guiding you a safe distance away from the group.

“Hi there. Please don’t run in the hallways. It’s dangerous, and we wouldn’t want you to get hurt, now would we?” Accompanying the teasing remarks was a hearty chuckle, demonstrating the stranger’s amusement with the situation.

The sarcasm dripping from his mouth along with his hold upon you stole your attention briefly from your mission. Halting your movements, a curious tilt was added to your head.

“Dangerous? You’re the one holding me? So maybe you should rethink your next steps, stranger danger.” Artificial humour curved your lips as you poked at his exposed arm that remained pressed against your stomach.

“Stranger danger? Oh, is that your way of asking for my name, Miss Flash?” Another round of chortles was exhaled by the male, prompting your skin to dance at the hot air tickling your neck.

“I’ll need your name if I’m going to file a report on you later.” A small huff was added to your declaration, and you were about to administer another sneering remark when Kumi stepped forward, requesting you to stop.

“Please don’t fight. These are the guys I was talking about. They’re not bad, y/n.” In order to successfully calm your fighting urges, the younger girl prepared a puppy dog expression, expanding her eyelids while jutting her bottom lip.

The ultimate move from Toma Kumi – the y/n killer.

“I think I was able to piece that much together. What I don’t understand is why Stranger Danger is touching me.” Allowing your chin to collide with your chest in defeat, a few curses were mumbled under your breath.

“I can answer that one. I’m only touching you because you were about to attack my friend.” As you sulked, an inquisitive expression curved his brows. You were quite a lively one, from your photos alone he would have not guessed that.

“Should I attack you instead?” Instantly you shot your head up, interest sparkling in your y/e/c irises. The threat did not elicit the reaction you were seeking, as you were met with a sincere beam, one that blessed his face in a heavenly glow.

“I would be delighted if you did.”

Bokuto whistled upon hearing his friend’s words, while Kuroo observed the duo with caution. There was one thought on the pair’s mind, though they were unable to pinpoint what it was.

“Wow, it’s like there are two Oikawa’s instead of one now.” Akaashi mused out loud, accidentally leading the group’s focus onto him. When your eyes secured on his, he blinked slowly, wondering if he should too be prepared for some form of violence.

“Keep going, cute face. Don’t be shy, drop his first name too.” An encouraging wave was issued in his direction, though the former setter was unsure whether to supply you the information.

“Tooru. Oikawa Tooru, at your service.” The brunette introduced himself in a coquettish whisper, aiming to provoke another explosive reaction. Yet, his dreams were crushed when your brother emerged from behind him, eyelids hooded in partial interest.

“So, this is where the party is at. What did we miss?” The question was directed at Kumi who was currently hiding behind her palm in distress. Rintarou then shoved his hands into his pockets, scanning the three men that remained beside his friend. “So, which one of you are the fuck boy she’s falling for?”

“Rintarou!”

Kumi squealed out, releasing her face only to shake the younger Suna violently. While the youngest of the group were engaged in a verbal disagreement, Sakusa hovered close to you, his presence serving as a threat.

“Y/n, what did I tell you about contacting germs?” The question was conveyed with a grimace, and he did not bother to conceal his disgust. Oikawa surveyed the male, unphased by his threatening aura, or his bitter comments. If anything, he found it entertaining.

“Oh, Kiyo-kiyo. I don’t think he’s got that many germs. He smells like vanilla and toasted sugar.” Despite the underlying compliment in your response, you shot Oikawa a side glance. What did he know? Maybe you hated vanilla and toasted sugar! Of course you didn’t, but he didn’t need to know that.

Unsatisfied with your endeavour to appease him, Sakusa rolled his eyes. Germs could be masked with cologne – how foolish could you be. “Come here.” He noticed how Oikawa’s hold on you had faltered, and with a gentle tug, he was able to bring you into his arms and away from the unfamiliar man. Homura who caught visual of this exchange, clapped her hands together, forcing the group to acknowledge her presence. When every pair of eyes settled on her, a dim smile ghosted upon her mouth.

“So, these are your new friends, Kumi. Would you care to introduce us now that Sakusa has y/n under his custody?”

“Oh yes!” Freeing the fabric of Rintarou’s shirt, the youngest of the group stepped back, joy brightening her features. “Let’s do that.”

Fun facts:

⇻ When Oikawa saw y/n’s photos he almost dropped Kumi’s phone, his excuse was that he had a “mini heart attack.”

⇻ After the group finished introductions, y/n gave Kumi her “blessing” to date Bokuto, much to Kuroo’s dismay.

⇻ Homura is the only one out of the group who will not waste energy on physically fighting. But one time Rintarou annoyed her so much that she smacked him with a wooden spoon.

Can you keep a secret - Miss Flash

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A/N: Okay ya’ll I wrote this while still sick sO if it’s not great pls excuse thank you

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hopesmilesx · 2 years

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Feeling excitement again...

Today is probably the first day in a long time that I feel genuinely happy. My heart feels so full of joy, love and peace. Going to the park with Amarie for the first time was so fun and seeing her enjoy herself brough me so much joy. She is my light and I am so grateful for her. I felt so happy and in the moment and for the first time in a while I wasn’t thinking of “what is next”?, rather taking in this moment.

I am so proud of myself for not giving up on me and taking care of me. Putting me first has allowed me to be the best mom I can be. This journey has not been easy. I was truly not aware of how deep my depression had gotten. I felt like I was living in darkness for so long that the light feels so damn good and so foreign. As I reflect on my healing journey, I am reminded that I only have this life and I plan to enjoy the hell out of it and be as happy and at peace as I can be, at any cost. I want my daughter to live in confidence, love and knowing her worth because I have been that example for her. I am breaking generational curses and patterns. I know my daughter is going to be an incredible human.

I am glad I got the help I needed and listened to my loved ones when they expressed concern for me. I am in a much better place now and feel so excited about the present and the future. I have hope and know that I deserve all of this and much more. I know 2022 will be my year. <3

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jams-sims · 4 years

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#Hisoilluweek! @illumiszoldycks

Aug 16: Marriage. I really struggled with whether to make this serious or funny. So I decided on a nice medium. Somewhat canon in topic and then a lot of not canon in all of it. I may actually write more than one who knows. A little rough but i'll make a updated one on A03.

Tittle: Will You Marry Me

When Hisoka asked him to marry him, Illumi believed it to be a joke. Another thing to add to the laundry list of Hisoka eccentric topic. Used only to try and wedge himself into Illumi life more than he already had. Illumi mental fortitude was basically a fortified door that now had a hole in it where he could amusingly watch Hisoka try and fit his hand through.

He looked over the rim of his glass at Hisoka. It was as dull and passive as it ever had been. His evening had been going great, before Hisoka had open his mouth. To think he was going to let the subject slid by not dignifying Hisoka with an answer. Until he spoke again and this time it made him sit his glass down in barely disguised frustration.

"I haven't heard a no yet, are you considering it Illu-chan~"

"The lack of answer should already be a good enough no for you Hisoka."

Illumi hadn't been considering it, until Hisoka made that assumption. His family had long ago abandoned the idea of him bearing a heir to the family. When he was the eldest child, before Killua. It was something his mother talk about often. How he would be a father one day, get married to a beautiful women to bore powerful children just like his father. The small dates, if you could even call them dates, his mother would set up between nen family's. The awkward tension as the girls had been informed to just endure it for the family. Not like he had made it any easier, he would just stare at them for the first few "dates". Things became much more complicated as he got older and the women became bolder.

"Hisoka." Illumi started slowly as he lean back in his chair arms folded over his chest.

" I barely know your real name and you are disgustingly obsessed with fighting my father. What benefits do I gain from uniting with you?" Now he was considering it-

"It'll be fun, besides your father isn't the only one I wish to fight~." Hisoka lips curled into a twisted long smile. Shame on Illumi into thinking Hisoka would take his own proposal seriously.

Before illumi can cut in rendering the conversation done and over with. Hisoka added, "Besides you know half of my real name, Morrow does mean something right?"

Illumi desperately wanted to roll his eyes because even that sounded like bullshit.

"What do you expect to gain? Money from my family-"

"You know I don't want money Illu~chan" Hisoka made a show of his eyes wandering his body before locking those amber eyes on his face once more. He would be lying if he said a slight shudder hadn't gone down his spine. But that what he was good at.

"Besides its not like your family would care."

That has struck a chord inside of Illumi, Hisoka was right to an extent. Since Killuas birth, his mother attention had focused in on Killua. The "dates" had become less and less. He was expected to get married it was just no longer a priority.

His head tilted to the side as he looked across the table at Hisoka. Hisoka body was leaning forward. His head resting on his hand, his eyes were hoodie. The dark lighting of the bar made him look even more like a predator. That lazy smile that bordered between lustful and manic.

Illumi got up from his seat, Hisoka only leaning back to look up from his position still seated at the table.

"Try harder." Illumi simply said, as his gracefully left his drink on the table. Along with the bill for Hisoka to pay, he couldn't help but hear the small sound of a chuckle as he left.

Attempt #2??

Illumi had assumed after that conversation months ago. Hisoka would have dropped it. But Illumi should have known better than to challenge a bull wearing armor. Illumi had set out to ignore him, Hisoka would get bored and let it go. Illumi entertain Hisoka job offers if only to fill the time between family jobs. Those quickly ran it course and Illumi had stopped responding.

Illumi shouldn't have entertain Hisoka, it was a dangerous game and he was paying for it now. Hisoka had employed a tactic which Illumi had long forgotten with his youth to grab his attention. Killing his targets, It was like a game of hide and seek but with a lot more blood. Hisoka was petty, he would even goes as far as crushing the target head. Making it even more difficult to get paid. Illumi had assumed at first that he was going to have to track Hisoka down. But as he enter his apartment. A cool breeze wash cross his skin, along with the strong smell of blood.

"Oh illu~chan your home, welcome bac-" needles speed like lighting speed into his arm. Illumi didn't grace him with a reply, his annoyance had been building for sometime. And it quickly became a brawl, when his apartment was satisfactorily destroyed. Hisoka had sat upon his chest pinning him. That did nothing to settle the rage inside of him.

"Come now Illumi~ calm down you'll get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that." Illumi his his face was pensively dull and he wouldn't let the anger broach the surface.

"Get off me Hisoka."

"Calm down first~"

"I will not."

"Then I guess we'll be here a while huh?" As Illumi wen't silent refusing to engage in conversation with Hisoka. It was now he realized he was laying in a bed of broken glass. Nice sharp pieces were digging into his shoulders. He was going to break both of Hisoka arms.

Attempt#???

Illumi prides himself on his restraint, he was his mothers pride and joy. Hollow from the inside out but no, Illumi was assuming she must have missed some. Because being frustratedly fucked into the mattress wasn't something he normally did. Than again, dealing with Hisoka anything can happen. He just had a special way to get under his skin and into his bed. Illumi eyes wander to the other end of the bed. Hisoka looked way too satisfied for his own good.

"Will you marry me yet?"

"I refuse."

It was satisfying to watch all the hot air rush out of Hisoka with a pout. He had his pride to think about and it still wasn’t good enough.

When its good enough

It happens when he drenched in blood, when his bones are rottenly weak, and he can feel himself slipping into that deep dark void. Where his hair became that sea of black, as if it were life forum of its own. While it twisted and churned like black crows stuck in tar. He would not say it out loud, but he was grateful for Hisoka help. Although he would have been fine without it. But he knew it wouldn’t have been great for him to return home in such a state. The adrenaline rushed through his veins and he could piratically feel the bloodlust rushing off his counterpart. He could feel Hisoka eyes burning holes into the back of his head. When he turned toe face the annoying man, he realized he had not notice when Hisoka had gotten so close. His hands were entangled in his hair, those sharp fingers brough the inky black strains up to his lips.

And for once Illumi had not said anything, with Hisoka face covered in blood and his hair hung lossy around his neck. All Illumi could do was tilt his head, of course Hisoka smile grew more and with a flourish with his free hand. He pushed his hair back into its natural state of being slicked back and spiked. They did not have a conversation that day, Hisoka simply left after Illumi confirmed his mission was complete. It hadn’t mattered to Illumi at the time, he was not returning home to his apartment but back to the family home. Yet there was something that left him uneasy when the jester did not speak. It could mean several things and none of them were good nor good for his blood pressure. When he returned home, graciously greeted by the butlers and was directed to the nearest bath and dinner. He returned to his room he had spent the past 20 something years living in. It was depressingly bland, but he only needed the bare minimum. He found it odd his window had been open. The faint scent of blood lingered in the room and Illumi reflexively smelled his hands. It wasn’t coming from him, but then maybe something had died in the forest close to the manor. He walked over to the window when he noticed something sitting on his pillow. A golden wedding band it wasn’t expensive looking at all, no diamonds laid embedded in the gold. The more Illumi looked it over the less sure he became that the gold was real at all. It looked like someone had polished it recently, or taken great care of it, at the very least it had a touched up before giving it to him. Illumi sat upon his bed, twisting the ring around in his hand. He grabbed his phone and without much fanfare. He unblocked, hisoka number and simply texted.

“Fine.”

#hisoilluweek #hisoillu #I wanna scream

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agentcherricola · 3 years

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me and you (setting in a honeymoon)

wrote a little SandKid thing, the boys talk about weddings. just like, a little over 1k words of fluff. warnings for vague mentions of bad parents. pls enjoy! :^)

Kobra Kid rolled off of Sandman, half-naked and breathless, and flopped down onto the ground next to him. The two laid together, quietly catching their breaths and staring up at the ceiling of the Suiteheart’s “living room”. They hadn’t even made it to Sandman’s room when they’d crashed in through the front door just minutes ago, locked together with mouths and teeth and wandering hands. Kobra had all but thrown Sandman onto the floor and climbed on him eagerly, and Sandman removed just enough of their clothing to get the job done. Now, Kobra groped blindly around for where he might have thrown his underwear. Not finding it right away, he sat up to look around.

“Hey, Kobra?” he heard from the floor next to him.

“Yeah?” Sandman cleared his throat.

“D’ya ever think about getting married?” he asked, simply. Kobra gave a little chuckle as he stood. He grabbed his briefs from where they’d been flung across the room and slipped them on.

“Sure, once or twice, why?” When he turned back, Sandman was looking directly at him. They were both quiet. “Oh. You mean uh...us?” Sandman didn’t blink, Kobra didn’t think he was even breathing. “Dick really that bomb, huh?” he joked, suddenly extremely aware of how awkward he felt. But Sandman didn’t laugh in return, he just sat up.

“I just mean, like, in general, I guess,” Sandman said. He busied himself with zipping up his jeans and picking up his shirt where it was draped over the single couch. Kobra stood where he was and just watched him. “I don’t know, it was stupid to bring it up.”

“No, Sandy, I didn’t...are you really being serious?” When he didn’t look back up, Kobra finally crossed the room and crouched next to him. “Hey. Look at me.” He tilted Sandman’s face towards him with a gentle hand under the chin. Sandman reached up with his own hand and took hold of Kobra’s, kissing his palm.

“I’m not like, tryin’ to propose to you right now or anythin’, but...we ain’t living forever. It’s just somethin’ I was thinkin’ about. I really love you, Kobra,” he said quietly. Kobra gently brushed a lock of hair off Sandman’s forehead.

“I love you too, Sandy,” he replied. They both shared a soft smile. Kobra quickly nudged Sandman’s arms out of the way and straddled his lap. He draped both arms over Sandman’s shoulders and absently played with some of the hair at the nape of his neck. “I dunno...I mean I guess when I was still livin’ in the city I thought about gettin’ married. But when me an’ Poison an’ Ghoul left...I kinda didn’t even think we’d make it to 21,” he said absently, eyes softly focused on the collar of his boyfriend’s shirt. He breathed a little laugh. Sandman wrapped his own arms around Kobra’s waist, gently running his nails up and down his back. Kobra closed his eyes, hummed, and leaned into the touch.

“Well you made it a little past that, so congrats,” Sandman laughed. He went quiet again for a moment, just watching Kobra’s softly pleased face. “I’ve seen a bunch of weddings out here. I dunno what they were like in the city, but desert weddings are...well they’re something else. There’s like, never any fighting that day, and the weather is always perfect somehow. The two or three ‘joys gettin’ married get up in front of all their friends and give their vows, and then they exchange trinkets. Like a bracelet or an earring or a necklace or somethin’, just somethin’ made with their beloveds in mind that they can wear with them forever. And then, yeah, of course there’s a big party afterwards. Yeah. It’s sweet,” he explained. At some point, Kobra had let his eyes gently flutter open to watch the dreamy look in Sandman’s eyes.

“...The day’s always perfect?” Kobra eventually asked. Sandman blinked and looked at him.

“Yeah. I’ve been to a bunch of weddings and I’ve never seen one where it wasn’t a beautiful day with no Dracs, no in-fighting, no acid rain, nothin’.” Kobra tilted his head, thoughtful.

“City weddings are kinda like that, I guess. But everyone’s gotta dress up fancy and sit quietly in a big church for like...hours. There’s parties afterwards, too, but there’s all kinds ‘a stuff that the brides an’ grooms ‘have to’ do, and everyone else has to watch. Plus, it’s like, thousands of carbons an’ people judge you if you don’t spend enough. I thought it was kinda dumb,” he explained. “I thought if I got married when I was older I wouldn’t do any of that boring shit. It would just be me an’ whoever I was marrying, and I guess some of my friends and Poison could be there...and we’d, I dunno, sign our contract and spend the rest of the day getting smashed and havin’ sex with my husband.” Sandman laughed again, wrapping his arms tighter around Kobra’s waist.

“Oh, there’s plenty of that last part, too, at desert weddings,” he said. But he paused, tilting his head in confusion. “Did you say sign a contract?”

“Yep. To make sure you don’t fuck each other over when you start hatin’ each other, I guess,” Kobra said with a nod. Sandman furrowed his brow.

“That sucks. Ain’t it about love?” That really made Kobra think. He thought about his parents, who would smile at each other and at him but it would never quite reach their eyes. How they would sit next to each other, but never close enough to touch. He didn’t even want to think about Ghoul’s parents, who he’d had the misfortune of meeting once. He’d basically had to hold Poison back from attacking them after seeing how they treated each other and Ghoul. Kobra shook his head.

“Not always. But is anythin’ in the city really about love?” he eventually replied. Sandman’s warm hands tucking under his shirt brough Kobra back to the present. He looked down at Sandman, who was looking up at him with so much adoration it almost made him want to cry. Kobra leaned down and kissed him, sweetly.

“Like I said, it’s just somethin’ I was thinkin’ about. We don’t have to do anything or bring it up again if you don’t wanna. But...I guess you know where I stand,” Sandman said when they broke apart. Even though the room was dark, Kobra could see the blush starting to paint his cheeks. He tapped the tip of Sandman’s nose with one finger, which made them both giggle.

“No, I’m...I’m glad you brought it up. Gives me somethin’ to think about.” Sandman leaned his head forward and rested it on Kobra’s chest. He gave another, fluttery laugh.

“Holy shit, can I just say I am so glad you took that so well...I thought for sure you were gonna leave a Kobra-shaped dust cloud with how fast you’d run outta here.”

“Hey!” Kobra interjected, mock offended. “I am not that scared of commitment…” He paused, just feeling without seeing the skeptical look on Sandman’s face. “I know I didn’t let us be official for uh...a while, but maybe I’ve changed!” Sandman still didn’t say anything, so Kobra started to stand up. But Sandman held fast, quickly grabbing for Kobra’s wrists and wrestling him down onto his back with very little effort. Kobra let himself be pinned to the floor by his wrists and hips. Sandman looked down from straddling his boyfriend with a grin.

“I know, yer soft now. Two or three months ago you wouldn’t ‘a even let me do this,” he teased. Kobra blew a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“Maybe it’s just cuz I like being here. Between your legs.” For emphasis, he bucked his hips up and knocked Sandman forward. They met in the middle with a kiss, but instead of being hot and hard like earlier, this kiss was tender, grinning against each other’s lips. “I do love you, Sandman. You know that, right?” Kobra whispered. Sandman just nodded.

“Yeah, I know. I love you, too.”

#killjoys blogging #mr. sandman #kobra kid #sandkid #america's suitehearts #tlotfk #danger days #wake up babe i'm posting another fic at an hour where no one is online to read it instead of waiting

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crcta · 3 years

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@risingsol said ; "I'm not saying that you need to drop by for your birthday, but I've just had to stop a couple of other people from coming with me up the mountain today, just so you know." Of course, this was all out of a respect for the other's need for solitude in pursuit of his research - Aether decently sure that a birthday was just another day to the alchemist. Still, he would be the dutiful friend as he unloaded presents from others - a brand new beaker set from Sucrose, some thrown together papers and flasks from Timaeus, and a simple bag of sweets from Aether. "I don't know if you and Sucrose actually have a sweet tooth or if its out of convenience, but hey - happy birthday, Albedo."

𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 ��𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 . Possessing a fogged and unknown past that nobody knew of except for a long lost distant mentor of his, it was in this way that the story of Mondstadt’s renowned alchemist´s was a mistery to everyone, just like his very own existence to him. A being brought to the world, not out of love, nor to accomplish a clear duty from the start, his desitny had been marked to wander around life, tasked to find the meaning of the world— .......yet..... Was that task even possible to accomplish when he was not even aware of the meaning of his very own existence to begin with......?

Precision leaked from his fingers as he carefully mixed the two liquids hanging on their respective test-tubes together, only to then start to gently shake the newly formed substance on one of the test-tubes when a sudden yet familiar voice made its way from behind his back, almost startling him (key word, ‘almost’) which in response made him turn around- yet of course, not before carefully placing back the test tubes on their respective places.

❝ — Ah, traveler— ❞ Then the alchemist suddenly interrupts himself, and a little smile slowly begins to tug at the corner of his lips; ❝ Aether. ❞ He confirms, yet right as he utters his name, his sight suddenly falls down to the bag Aether started rummaging through. Wait- a bag? could he have brough him those specimens of silk flowers? or maybe a rare specimen of a spider- and just by those thoughts alone, his usual calm gaze now acquired a certain....... something- His eyes— there was now a sudden little spark glazing over them, and like that, curious little objects began to appear in between Aether´s arms; beakers, flasks, and—

They were all now presented to the alchemist, and like that, his eyes widened in both confusion and surprise, — surprise over something so unexpected, and confusion over—? Ah, right— it was his birthday wasn´t it? How curious.....

When it came to celebrations like birthdays, it truly was no secret that those days slipped and flew past Albedo´s fingers like thin leaves, afterall, during those specific dates in which his birthday fell upon, there wasn´t anything particularly out of the ordinary happening; his height has remained the same, his sighting as sharp as always- perhaps his hair did grow a little.... Yet aside that, there was a much deeper reason as of why Albedo found no particular reason to celebrate his birthday, in a way, because he was simply not fully human, not in the strict sense of the word, and secondly.... What was there to celebrate to begin with? that such a dangerous existence was brought without a clear reason to the world, destined to wander around and find its own meaning alongside the meaning of the world? That he——

“-but hey - happy birthday, Albedo."

And just like that, those thoughts that had started clouding his mind, now begun to dissipate in thin air, and his gaze made its way back to aether- and the small simple bag of sweets now promptly placed in between the alchemist´s hands ❝ — Are..... these all meant for...... me? ❞ he questioned with incredulity, and inevitably, like a rainbow after a heavy storm, it became difficult for the alchemist to even contain the amusement and joy something he would have considered as ‘trivial’ in the past, now became so precious to him. It wasn´t so much the gifts, but the thought behind them. -

He wasn´t alone anymore huh....? He now had important people to care for, to protect.... friends, that was the word, friends that he cared for, people worth staying for, who gave that mysterious complicated existence of his a little bit more of color, of liveliness... A smile now inevitably made its way back to his lips, only to stay, as he carefully took hold of all the little treasures.

What a blessed existence......

❝ — I am beyond grateful for the consideration- You all have made this day... very special to me— ❞

#risingsol #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #THANK U XUE THIS WAS SO SWEET IM SOBBING???#he will come thank sucrose and timaeus properly later-#albedo does believe his birthday is like any other day; yet he also believes there is nothing to celebrate about it as well #he thinks;; what is there to celebrate to begin with?#birthdays commemorate the birth of a person;#he was not the product of love; nor was he aware of his purpose at the start;#with dangerous knowledge that make him a threat; is there something to celebrate? he truly questions that #BUT aaaaaaaAAAAA IM RAMBLING ANYWAYS I CRY THIS WAS VERY SWEET AND #i may have written a chunk of wall-#the summarized version of all of this is: albaedo is very grateful

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libidomechanica · 4 months

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spares her lane shocks to St. Now my toes windchime was a lass show whose third sex! All this long-cramp’d to swear the turn my grave! Here, my friend? And by our own course my Dearied me a’ my

with sapphire is spirits tenance cause I do cross-wise; or worse, that wait the roses the weep, where sweeten me, my soul! I am surest o’ Beauty’s face sits his chinck: yet

lie for ball silv’ry other be true it I would dead bound young, ’twad been a caring flash on they see, of gold mine eye, or Anacreon the moon and love often in marble’s print

thousand you grasses outgoe, the prime of waters under not cross just, so astounding my eyes: but if my fair. With gushing. And she, your limbs to lovers illo&c. Are the mount:

a gentle must my heart, he hazel brake of verdure, betray’d midnight. The joys, amid all in lead invisible, or one; juan, tis Lambro once; knee, all the unbother, and

sank in the false harm, a long, this is thy compliment upon thee back tongue the churning rallying it happen, but aye she looking in—I too much immortality. Why

should least his cannot prima donna and flower of silk and doze; and little then weakens here burn! Across soft a rills beyond wish I could, and and song-birds could I start thy

breast, pensive with Juan’s best, condemned. I will bring thy voice, that must want the twaine, when thee my love, my spirit fold: but which bring of she had you see it is in a dance and spattered

courselves. Means, Russian thee. I’m o’er the spirits. Tis daddie! Faire learnest fairest be gone: ay, away, the Hesperity. There are looks, on Johnny’s treate: whose she had weight I glory

and the show us to you. Will you can tell my neere day two hate, the time tell? For his mouth, of late and what compliant bombs insister and milk are asleep, and cinnamon;

more: and little hast then here, that sovereigns, or no fire But sigh, or Homer read of grasp, for things, from me, chopping a multitudes, close his we water in a dancing fast,

who each his joy. Is rebellies indenturous debt. Forty- five, I would be a blue skies, one was stunn’d as the told he had come as a bed appearing Lucan, the last years

down heart, where, love, for than the days, Ours is so redress; the most have to has ever watch’d down? And eat had young Chevalier. More. To cloud all my doves he best o’ gear, and no

hideous nigh rate? Thy neck. Hall like a bells of their image died shriek, nor leave Don Juan,—who, and love is not miserable blue skies. He shall? Up Juan that will drop as they burr, and there.

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