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spenglersglasses · 14 days

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🎙️Now I know you're asking yourself, 2 chapters in one day? ❤️‍🔥

Well yup that's right... don't get used to it. I just got on a stride and could literally not control myself...

⚠️ FLASH WARNING⚠️

Anyways once again a few disclaimers/reminders before we begin!

While I know it is canon that Alastor is asexual, in this fic he has a rare sexual attraction that develops for a certain someone in particular and is NOT aromatic. If this is something that bothers you or if you are not a fan of the Alastor/Charlie ship (Charlastor/RadioBelle) then this is not one for you my fellow smut enjoyers.

If you aren't bothered then be prepared, this will be a wild ride!

Also, when Alastor has moments of "glitching" or that infamous radio cracking to his voice, his speech will look like this (Ĝ͎͍͓͌͠l̡̟̩͍̐̐̕͞ì͓̞̗̜̇̿͝ẗ̼c̬̮̹̔̒́h͚͇́̓ ̙͕̮̣̎͑͛̚s̟͇̽͞p̫͉͆̈e̡͇͉͐̑̊e̻͞c͙͇̆̏h̺̗̭̙̑̓̄͝), I will be making a note of what is being said, so those who have a harder time can understand it, but I thought it was an awesome effect lol.

*Special shoutout to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the GLITCH dividers!

Now without further ado!

D̢͙̯̦̙͎̎̽̇̔̾͊̿̚͜͟A̜̱̫̭̽̌̔̄R̫̬͊̈̊͜Ļ̮̗̲̤͎̙̅͒̿͒̿͊͡Í̱̮͑́͢͜͠N͔̗̘͈̲̤̳̉̅̉̀͗̔͠͝ͅG̢̻̱͐́̆͜͠

(Hazbin Hotel)

When Alastor made a deal with Charlie Morningstar, he knew it was a chance for him to ascend the ranks. Now that it's been weeks since the events of the extermination battle, Alastor decides it's time to collect…what he didn't expect was to slowly fall for the Princess of Hell. But hey, a deal's, a deal.

Chapter 3: Put Your Head on My Shoulder

Also available HERE on AO3. Haven't started yet? Beginning HERE on AO3!

Eventually will be NSFW below the cut!!

- FLASHBACK (7 Years ago) -

The winds snapped around him like lashes from a whip. Kissing and slicing into his skin, leaving marks of blood in their wake. A pattern of scars that would speak volumes. The great radio demon had managed to escape. Coming too close to meeting his end at the hands of that filthy screen-faced fuck.

Alastor was seething with rage. His powers had all but dwindled down to nothing, leaving the once power overlord defenseless. Thankful that he had at least been able to take his own pound of flesh from the head of the Vees, before fleeing for his life. Now, past the outskirts of Pentagram City, he found himself. Deep beyond the inner rings of Hell. Cast out into the bowels of which even Lucifer himself had long since abandoned.

“This can’t be happening.” he groaned, struggling just to continue on. Gradually his movements became slower. Like walking in quicksand, he struggled with every step until he was all but crawling along the ground. The sounds of screaming and radio signals crackling in his ears. And for the first time, Alastor felt truly helpless. It was then, in his most desperate hour, he heard HER voice again.

“Oh, poor sweet Alastor… what brings thee to my garden?” she asked, waiting for his response as she remained still hidden in the shadows.

No. Not now, Alastor pleaded inside, feeling the presence growing closer. Unable to leave, she manifested before him. Enormous and horrid, her mouth opening up to reveal her slithering tongue. Splicing itself into tentacles and covered in glowing eyes. Sprouting like sores on its spines as she came closer and closer.

The sight of her alone could destroy even the most robust of sinners. Like a mutation, colored in shades of black, red, and white she continued evolving—changing. Finally becoming fully formed as she reached Alastor. The radio demon, forcing himself to look up at her. The entity, now appearing as a rather normal looking woman.

Dark black hair, fading into crimson red, was long and luscious. Her beautiful face, partially obscured beneath a wide-brim black hat. She was imposing to look at. Her Long, red overcoat flowing in the hellish winds. Endless chains coming from the depths of her coats. Emerging from its checkered pattern of black and white, spreading out into the abyss and traveling to Alastor.

“My favorite pet… Seems we have run into a bit of trouble. Tsk tsk.” she taunted. Alastor’s smile flickering into a snarl for a moment before he spoke.

“Roo! Fancy seeing you here. I—” he struggled, coughing up blood as his radio wave effect crackled in and out. His chest still aching from his wounds and his powers holding on for dear life before he finally collapsed onto the ground. The shadows and spirits he commanded, spinning around him with nowhere to go. Roo smiled, squatting down beside him. Taking Alastor’s chin in her hands and raising his gaze up to meet her.

“Poor Alastor, letting the TV bother you again I see. You know I can’t have that… after all who else would bring me such delicious souls if not for you.” she hummed, her otherworldly tongue coming out to swirl over his cheek. Alastor knew she wouldn’t let him off that easily. They had made a pact when Alastor first arrived in Hell. The newly deceased sinner, confused and bloodied from his fall into the pit when he saw Roo had been waiting.

Somehow, she knew he was coming. Standing by in the darkness, watching for him—ready to offer the once proud New Orleans radio host, turned serial killer, an opportunity he would never be able to refuse. Her wicked hand, held out to him, tendering him the chance to become Hell’s greatest overlord. To continue his work started on the Earthly plane.

All Alastor had to do was agree that every soul who had fallen short of his debts, she’d be allowed on them. Alastor would have full control of the rest, using them, and his newly given powers, to ascend the ranks. To the ambitious and blood lusting Alastor it was a deal that was too good to be true. They shook on it, Alastor and Roo now bound until his death. Alastor, learning quickly that his deal would eventually lead to his death.

While the stipulations of their agreement had worked for a time, Roo quickly grew greedy. Trying to convince Alastor to go beyond the terms of their deal. Sending her souls when no breach of their contract was made. The sounds of overlords filling his radio waves as he slaughtered them, over and over again, began haunting the rings of Hell. So much so that the mere mention of his name incited fear in their souls.

HIs last attempt to feast on an overlord was Vox. The demon who had only nearly managed to escape, but not without first taking his swing at the radio demon. Now Alastor was hanging on by a thread. Looking into Roo’s soulless eyes and wondering if this was truly the end or if in exchange for more time, an even more binding deal would be necessary.

After all, Roo was in fact the root of all Evil. Feeling as though she were equal, but opposite to God than Lucifer himself. A position she clutched tightly enough to bleed.

“I was so close.” Alastor stammered. His voice, weak and pathetic. It was a rare sight to see. If she were being honest, it tickled Roo to see him that way. She still needed him, however and their deal together was still very much not done. There was still more to gain from him, and Roo was never satisfied.

Alastor suddenly felt like he could expand his lungs. A cold rush flowing through him and the pain, beginning to disappear and he had begun healing. His loyal shadow and souls, pulling themselves back inside him. The greenlight of his power radiating brightly once more. He felt refreshed—alive.

“See now. All better.” Roo said smugly. Watching as Alastor rose up from the ground, ready to slaughter anyone who stood in his way. “Remember Alastor, you owe me.” she smiled. Winking at the radio demon. Before he could speak, he found himself somehow back in Pentagram City.

A bit dazed and confused, he strolled down the streets just as he did before. Ready to rumble once again with Vox, after some careful planning, when he noticed that another extermination had already begun. Alastor, wondering to himself why it was happening again soon. Wasn’t only a few days ago that the angels descended to Hell, he asked himself. Sauntering over to Cannibal Town, where he managed to find a calendar hanging on the wall at Rosie’s favorite butcher shop.

When his eyes met with the date, his dials began spinning. Horns growing larger from his head in his panic. Making ungodly sounds that glitched and screeched loud enough to affect everyone traveling around him. Somehow, in the short time he felt he was with Roo, 7 years had passed.

- Present Day -

Charlie didn’t know why, but she found herself frantically running towards Alastor’s radio tower. Crying hard, the tears spilling with every step. Angry at Vaggie for her betrayal, but even more angry at herself, knowing that she was responsible. That she had in fact betrayed their relationship long before Vaggie’s indiscretion.

Slowly things had been driving a distance between them. Vaggie’s issues with the hotel, the revelation she was an angel—part of the extermination team to boot, and this thing with Alastor that Charlie couldn’t shake. All of it had been slowly pulling them apart and Charlie did nothing to stop it. Now here she was, running to the man who had stolen her affections.

Charlie’s heart was raw and bleeding. Her emotions had never been so overwhelming. When she finally reached the door, she began banging, hard and loud, until it swung open. Alastor, spinning around in his chair to see Charlie looking more distressed than ever before. A sight that had unexpectedly made him feel a flicker of worry and concern.

“Charlie! My dear, just in time for our little announcement.” Alastor beamed, rising up from the chair before coming to greet her. Charlie took one look at Alastor, standing there with what she hoped was a genuinely happy smile and hoping it was for her, when she rushed towards him.

“Alastor.” she cried, quickly burying her face into his shoulder. Alastor was taken back, finding himself unable to let go of her. Wrapping his arms around her as the princess sobbed against his coat. The sound of her cries, making him feel an unexpected pity—even sympathy for her.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he asked, the words feeling odd as they fell from his lips. However odd it seemed; he still meant them. Charlie, looking up at him. Her eyes, full of sadness and pain.

“Vaggie… she… I… we…” Charlie cried, feeling Alastor unexpectedly pulling her in even closer. Both Alastor and Charlie, unable to deny feeling one another’s heartbeats. Their rhythm, matching each other’s intensity. Wondering to themselves, if the other was feeling it too.

“Shhh…” he said, patting the top over her head, “...it doesn't matter anymore.” he assured her. Charlie felt a smile tugging on her face just as Alastor pulled her off by the shoulders. Looking her dead in the eye. “Now my dear bride-to-be… I suggest we keep the details of our nuptials between us. Heaven knows what kind of madness that might cause for your family. You know should it be revealed that you had just… owed me one.” Alastor chuckled.

He was right. The situation was bad enough without having everyone in Hell knowing all the gorey details. Charlie nodded her head in response. Alastor smiled, taking a hold of his microphone cane and tapping it against his hand until he found his preferred frequency.

“We have a new journey to attend to.” Alastor assured her. Sending her a wink.

“Al… what are you?” Charlie began, Alastor placing a finger to her lips. The sound of his laughter ringing out all over Pentagram City.

“Salutations my fellow sinners. Today is a special day indeed. I know you have all been waiting oh so—patiently for the new broadcast. So without too much more suspense… I thought we might open things with a bang or should I say a bell. Wedding bells.”

The broadcast was sent out all over. Heard by everyone within the city—every sinner, demon, overlord, imp, and hellhound. All of them Wondering what the fuck the radio demon was going on about. Their answer came fast when before they knew it, Alastor asked Charlie to join him on the mic. Their ears piqued as they waited with bated breath.

“...It’s about time I settled down. Asking my beautiful, darling Charlotte Morningstar for her hand… so whaddya say Charlie, will you marry me?” Alastor asked her. The broadcast, finding its way to Lucifer who was halfway across the city in his palace. Spitting out his food when he heard what Alastor had to say. The king of Hell swatting a stack of rubber ducks across the room. Feeling like his skin was crawling at the news. Immediately searching for his phone to call Charlie. Thinking that he’d be well on his way to stopping this soon.

Back at the tower Charlie began fidgeting with her hands. “Um… uh….” she mumbled. Stalling for time while she battled herself inside. The will of her heart and mind at odds.

She knew what she had to do, this bit was all just for show. Neither one of them wanted the rest of Hell to know the truth. The stench of it wouldn’t be good on either of them. Charlie swallowed back her reservations and looked over to Alastor. “Yes. I will marry you.”

The town was in an uproar. The conversation on everyone’s lips was only about the enigmatic couple. “Oh, I had no idea they were an item.” said one of the sinners who had stopped on the street beside a hellhound in the Pride ring. Another in the Lust ring, mentioning that they were actually perfect for one another if everyone thought about it. There was no escaping it now, everyone would know now.

In Cannibal Town, an engagement celebration had begun. The crowd, cheering at the news of their delightful princess and Alastor getting ready to tie the knot. Rose, however, was sitting quietly on her veranda. Munching on a few lady fingers, when the broadcast caught her attention. “Hmm… Alastor, just what are you up to?” she asked herself.

The news had even reached the depths of V Tower. Vox was sitting in his office, feet propped up as he casually watched 666 News while going over some plans. Suddenly anchor Katie Killjoy came on the screen. His attention was captured.

“Thanks for nothing Tom, and now for more amusing news… Seems everyone’s favorite radio demon overlord and the princess of Hell are set to tie the knot. While no details have been disclosed at this time. You can be sure we will keep you up to date on their upcoming nuptials.” she reported, a glimmer of sarcasm and resentment present in her tone.

The screens around him began shorting out. Glitching and pixelating, covering them completely from left to right. Vox began digging his fingers into the control console. How? Why?

“Alastor and fucking Charlotte Morningstar?!” he raged, instantly coming to the conclusion that Alastor was making a power play. “That motherfucker!” Vox said, ripping one of the screens off the wall. Tossing it out into the hall just as Velvette had been walking towards him. Cautiously peeking her head in the door frame, noticing Vox’s bad mood. Velvette, relishing a chance to worsen it further.

“Hmm… What's up your ass now?” she asked. Vox practically heaving, desperately wanting to taste Alastor’s blood.

“That noisy little fuck has managed to convince Lucifer’s daughter to marry him.” he growled. Velvette, cocking an eyebrow at him before laughing her head off.

“Jealous?” she asked him, a big smirk on her face. Vox was ready to tear her throat out but tried his best to compose himself.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” he growled.

“Let him have her. Why the fuck should we care?” Velvette asked, refusing to let the news ruffle any of her feathers. Vox clearly wasn’t going to be satisfied with that answer. Angry that Alastor had managed to come up with yet another way to gain power. Thinking to himself that there was no way the princess and him were actually in love.

“Because it gives him more control, you idiot.” Vox began, knowing he had to do something to put a stop to it. “Wonder how things will blow over once they are exposed for the frauds they are. Maybe that outdated, crackling son of bitch will be held accountable.” Vox mused.

“Just what do you have in mind?” Velvette asked him. The TV screens, all beginning to flash with images of Alastor and Charlie. Then images that appeared like they were from cameras surveilling the city. The system, bouncing from image to image, trying to locate the two of them. Vox, laughing maniacally before answering.

“You will see. Everyone will see.”

Charlie left the radio tower with unexpected butterflies in her belly. Her head, still however, screaming at her to run. Struggling with herself and the right thing to do. Just as the broadcast had ended, as if On cue, came the call from her father. Lucifer, insisting she get her “royal ass” down to the palace before he’d find a way to shut down the hotel. She knew he would be angry, how could he not, but not this angry.

Alastor and her father were oil and water. There was no way he was going to accept this marriage without a fight. Charlie, deciding to do her best to convince him. Gathering up her courage and putting on a brave face. Hoping that between the hotel and her father’s house, she could come up with a believable enough excuse for him to let it go. A tall order indeed. Just as she stepped outside, she immediately bumped into someone.

The impact, sending them down to the ground. Charlie panicked, reaching out her hand for them to take. Feeling stupid for having not seen them when she noticed the hint of wings beneath the person’s silver cloak—It was Emily.

“Emily! Oh, shit I’m sorry. What are you doing here?” Charlie asked, hoisting the angel up from the ground and helping to brush her off.

“Charlie, it’s so good to see you again! I was coming to talk to you about something, but gosh I just overheard some of your… um… people… saying that you are getting married?!” the angel smiled, her eyes shining with anticipation and excitement.

“Oh ah… yeah that's right. Alastor and I. Who knew.” Charlie laughed nervously. Emily jumped at her, arms quickly flying around Charlie’s shoulders as Emily squeezed her tightly in a hug.

“Oh gosh, that is such wonderful news and oh man I am so sorry to bug you while you are planning… but I need to speak with you.” she continued, her face turning a bit more serious than before.

“What's wrong? Has heaven decided that—” Charlie began before Emily cut her off. The smile on her face, now practically sparkling.

“Your friend, Sir Pentious… he is with us in Heaven! He has been absolved Charlie, you did it!” she explained. This time Charlie grabbed hold of Emily.

“What?! Are you sure?!” she asked, almost shaking the poor angel in her excitement. Rejoicing and crying as the smile on her face grew wide enough to rival even Alastor’s.

“It’s true he arrived a while ago. He’s proof that the sinners can be redeemed!” Emily grinned.

“How? I mean I know how. Fucking Hell we did it!” Charlie cheered, the excitement sending her head spinning. She felt the need to sit down for a moment. “Wait Emily… How come you are just now telling me? It’s been months now… I have been waiting for another letter and nothing…” Charlie asked.

“Oh Charlie, that's why I had to come see you in person. Someone has been intercepting our letters. I don't know who, but I have it on good authority it’s one of Adam’s crew. Don't you worry though, I plan on getting to the bottom of it.” Emily assured her. “I have to go now before anyone gets suspicious, but keep your head up girl, you got this!.”

“Thank you.” Charlie said as Emily disappeared into thin air. The news was powerful, just what Charlie needed to feel better about everything that had happened between Vaggie and Alastor. While she wished she had time to go wake everyone up and scream their success from the rooftop, there was still the matter of attending to her Father. The boss of Hell was waiting impatiently for his daughter’s arrival. Charlie would do well not to keep him waiting.

By mid-afternoon Angel and Husk had managed to stumble out of bed. Husk, going straight back to minding the bar as Angel slumped over the sofa in the parlor. The night had proven to be quite enjoyable, the two of them finally consummating their affections, that up until now Husk had been loath to admit. The former cat overlord, softening up to the porn star with a big heart after all.

Angel began flipping through the TV channels. Sending Niffty off to grab him a bite to eat and occasionally making lewd comments at Husk, when he caught a repeat of Katie Killjoy’s segment. Angel’s mouth dropped to the floor. Dumbstruck with the words he had just heard from outta the old cunt’s mouth.

They had missed Alastor’s special broadcast. Too hungover, and blissfully snoozing, after a night of unbridled passion to have listened. “Well fuck me.. You hearin’ this shit whiskers?” Angel asked, jolting up off from his spot and over to the bar.

“I told you not to call me that… Already up my ass after one night.” Husk huffed under his breath, a slight smile peeking out from beneath his annoyance.

“I believe you were up my ass schnookums, but seriously we got a problem. Charlie and Smiles are getting hitched. That’s gotta be a joke right?” Angel asked, cringing at the thought.

“Charlie’s in love with Alastor.” Niffty chimed in, handing Angel over his sandwich and climbing up to sit on the bar. Husk insincerely smiled, pushing her gently off the side of the bar. Niffty scurrying off somewhere they didn’t care to know.

“My money is on Charlie getting herself into some deep shit.” Husk commented. “He’s no good. I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“What are we gonna do?” Angel asked, Husk letting out a sigh. Resigning himself to having to help figure things out once again.

“Let’s go talk to her.” he suggested, ready to round the bar and head upstairs. Taking Angel with him to Charlie’s room, when Niffty shot out in front of him. Halting them two of them mid-stride.

“Charlie is out! Left this morning after the broadcast.” she informed them. Husk, face palming hard as he tried to quickly formulate a plan.

”Nift, you keep watch over the hotel. Me and…Pookie are gonna go find our Princess.” Husk said. Niffty, nodding in response. With that Husk and Angel left to find her. Unbeknownst to them, Alastor had been lurking in the shadows. Over hearing their little conversation and beginning to wonder himself where Charlie had run off too.

Deciding that he should be keeping a closer eye on her just in case. Having the budding need to protect her, when suddenly a thought hit him. If Charlie was out and the news about their wedding was going around like wildfire, surely someone who wanted to get at him might take the opportunity to use her against him. Instantly the radio demon fled from the hotel, determined to try and find Charlie before anyone else.

Charlie was strolling down the center of Pentagram City, ready to have a one on one with her dad. Hoping to convince him that she and Alastor were a real couple. Knowing all too well that things were far from the fantasy romance she had spun in the deep recesses of her mind. As she walked, the residents of the city stopped to talk with her.

Well wishes and congratulations, coming from all around. Her people, seeming to be truly happy for her. If only she could be happy too. It wasn’t very long into her journey, when she reached the road that would lead her to her father’s. Unexpectedly finding herself face to face with Vox as she turned the corner. The one overlord she knew Alastor absolutely detested above all others.

While she had hoped to avoid him, it was too late. He had caught sight of her, yelling her name from across the street. Bringing with him a flood of press from 666 News and other outlets. Cameras and reporters coming out of the woodwork to surround them. Charlie, wondering if Vox had planned this, knowing that it most likely had. Nothing would make him happier than finding a way to get to Alastor.

“Charlie! Ms. Morningstar! I hear congratulations are in order. What are you doing all this way without your… handsome beau?” Vox asked, practically choking on the words.

“I ah… well…” Charlie tried to answer, tapping her pointer fingers together. Overwhelmed with all the flashing lights and cameras in her face. Vox was never happier, grinning as he saw how flustered and upset she had become. It was only a matter of time before he’d get the truth out of her.

“Tell us Charlie… is it true that you and Alastor have been making it all up?” one reporter asked. Charlie’s eyebrows raised and her teeth clenched as she wanted to scream back at them.

“There have been reports that the marriage is a sham, can you comment?” another reporter asked.

“No that's not… I…” she said, trying to think of something to say. Something that had more weight than just telling them it was real, that it wasn’t just for show. Words that maybe could even convince her it was true.

“Please… come on you guys. Of course Charlie and Alastor aren’t faking their romance.” Vox said, his face and demeanor suggesting otherwise. It was about that time that Lucifer had come looking for his daughter. Every television had his little princess plastered on every channel. She was in trouble and he knew it.

By the time he reached her, so had Angel and Husk. All three of them, unable to get to her from behind the hordes of press that had encircled her and Vox. It was clear that this had all been a set up. Lucifer, Husk, and Angel, Watching poor Charlie becoming more and more panicked as the press berated her and there was nothing they could do.

Lucifer had had enough, pushing through the crowd. Only getting about half way to Charlie when out of nowhere Alastor materialized beside her. His tentacles and horns on full display. The crowd that had been keeping her captive, backing off in terror before the radio demon came back into his usual form. Standing beside Charlie as he took her hand in his.

Instantly Charlie felt breathless. Was Alastor actually holding her hand? What other choice did they have if they were going to keep up the facade. The small gesture was enough to send her heart pounding once again. Alastor speaking to address Vox and the rest of the crowd.

“Oh Vox, Y̲͐Ŏ͈̮͡U̅ͅ ̡̜͘͠A̧̩̻̻̓͌̏̓̚͟N͉͓͂̋N͕̚O̢̘̬̬̎̑̐͡Y͍̼͒͗͊͜I̹̾N̗̰̝̪̩̈́͑̓͊̕G͖̰̐̉ ̜͉͇͕̊̊̇̾̏͢L̗̜̩͈̱̒̏̚͡͞Ȋ̳Ť͓̱̼̑̆T̙̣̮͈͔́̂̑͛̀Ḷ͎͑́E ̢͉̎̃F̢̦̰͉͉̀̾̇̌͠Ȗ̺C̨͕͋͘͟͡K͚͖͙̅̾̒̅͟. You have been such a poor reporter. Maybe staying in your tower is more suitable for your talents.” he snapped, sending a devilish grin Vox’s way. The overlord, wanting so badly to punch Alastor’s smug face. He knew this might be the only chance he may get to screw him over. It was now or never.

“Well Alastor, if the two of you are so IN LOVE… why don’t you prove it?” Vox hissed. Both Alastor and Charlie, frightened by being called out on their bluff. They had to do something to prove it, but what? Her father and friends, all watching, waiting—wondering what they would do next.

Just as Vox was beginning to feel that he had accomplished his goal, Charlie grabbed hold of Alastor’s coat. Pulling him close to her and pressing her lips to his. The crowd audibly gasped as their lips met. Alastor, too, was in shock. Finding it hard not to close his eyes to the feel of Charlie’s mouth on his.

Was Charlie enjoying this? Was he? Alastor wasn’t sure, but he met her half way—and more. Dipping her before the crowd. His willing tongue, sliding into her mouth with ease. Dancing along with hers in the most sincere kiss Charlie had ever felt before. The princess’s eyes, opening a moment in surprise before closing them once again. Both of them lost in the moment.

Alastor was wondering what had come over him. Never before had he felt this way with anyone, but when they kissed, it was undeniable. Something was happening to him. On the inside, Charlie too was overwhelmed, pretending that he felt for her what she felt for him. The crowd began cheering around them as the kiss was broadcasted across all the rings of Hell. Vox pissed off more than ever before as the two of them seemed to have foiled his plans once again.

Roo laughed, the radio waves having just reached her. The news of Alastor’s engagement to the princess of Hell was now on her radar. Roo, knowing that she would now more than ever, need to keep a close eye on Alastor. “Oh Alastor, just what are you up to?”

Notes:

Y̲͐Ŏ͈̮͡U̅ͅ ̡̜͘͠A̧̩̻̻̓͌̏̓̚͟N͉͓͂̋N͕̚O̢̘̬̬̎̑̐͡Y͍̼͒͗͊͜I̹̾N̗̰̝̪̩̈́͑̓͊̕G͖̰̐̉ ̜͉͇͕̊̊̇̾̏͢L̗̜̩͈̱̒̏̚͡͞Ȋ̳Ť͓̱̼̑̆T̙̣̮͈͔́̂̑͛̀Ḷ͎͑́E ̢͉̎̃F̢̦̰͉͉̀̾̇̌͠Ȗ̺C̨͕͋͘͟͡K͚͖͙̅̾̒̅͟- You annoying little fuck.

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neverchecking · 11 months

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I just had another thought and HAD to share.

Y’all were talking about reader who knew about the power she had over the Chain and how she knew they’d do anything for her.

And I had a thought with that reader, the request I sent about reader wanting to repay the chain and they wanted her to sit on their face?(I loved that one by the way I can’t stop rereading it imnotkidding) What if the chain couldn’t think of anything or insisted nothing was needed, that just her presence was enough? Reader obviously isn’t gonna accept that and thinks about their reward throughout the night, what to give your group of boys who’s obsessed with you and would literally die (and kill) for you? Boys who wouldn’t accept anything if it didn’t benefit their goddess?

The answer was obvious.

The next day reader just strolls up to one of the chain and hands them a towel telling them that they thought of a reward for them and that they need to clean their face.

Not one to deny their goddess of a request, grabs the offered towel and cleans his face and asked

“Was there something on my face?”

“Nope, I just want my seat clean for later”

Music stops. Silence. Then chaos

Lmao sorry I’m not a writer but I just really wanted to share this. Makes me wonder which members of the chain would short circuit with a red face and who would just pounce on reader(Sage would)

~💚

💚 anon! You have come to feed us TODAY-

I love ALL of this sm-

I can really imagine Reader handing the towel to Sky bc baby boy is so innocent and such a romantic and a thing like that would destroy him`. Of course all of them take a milisecond to process, but that is all.

You bet your ass Sage is for sure pouncing. He is grabbing his own towel and cleaning his own face without a second thought.

Of course, the Chain cannot just let that stand. Maybe their at an inn or something and Wind is already in bed, and it just turns into some giant orgy type deal in the public baths bc those men are animals. Warriors and Twi are tryna drag Sage back but he's too fast.

Four is definitely short circuited alongside Hyrule, both prolly tryna figure out if they heard right. Legend knows he heard right but is trying to see if Reader was serious. Poor Sky is just- Sky.Exe has crashed. Time is smart about this whole thing. While the others are fighting off Sage (Wild now included, tackling him out of nowhere), he comes up behind Reader holding their arms as he chuckles into their ear.

Since they were so insistent on thanking them, might as well make their goddess happy right?

Rip Reader. We loved em while they lasted.

#cinder rambles #💚anon

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The Shadow Over Hyrule

Legend was able to procure one of the letters being sent from Snowpeak Manor, and it was currently being passed around everyone by the road sign they waited at just outside of Castle Town. He was going to each Link and explaining what was weird about said letter, as his written Hylian was different from most others. It was when Legend got to Wild, that the true strangeness of the letter finally hit.

“This…” the Champion shook his head, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “This doesn’t make any sense… It’s asking for King Rhoam, but…”

King Rhoam… Twilight was familiar with the name, as he was the king of Wild’s Hyrule before the event known as the Calamity destroyed it.

“So they’re asking for people who don’t even exist in this timeline?” asked Time with a weary voice.

“Sure seems like it,” Wild took in a deep and shaky breath. The memory of King Rhoam, and nearly anything to do with the kingdom of his era before the Calamity was a touchy subject. The poor Champion blamed himself still for its fall, despite sacrificing everything to save its princess.

“We’re walking right into a trap,” said the Captain. “Normally I’d say to ignore it, but with lives at stake…”

“So we spring the trap?” Wind asked with a bounce in his step. “I’d like to see the look on their faces when nine heroes burst through the front door!”

“I don’t think it’s gonna be that easy Wind,” said Time. “I wouldn’t be surprised if whoever, or whatever is behind this, knows we’re coming.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep them waiting,” the Sailor replied. “Whoever they be, they’re gonna be in for a bad time!”

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Never Too Young To Die

Prologue: Ragnar’s Renegades

Ok I’m doing this now because a lot of my kiss discord friends want this and I have been obsessed with this movie lately so I might do this for a while. Hopefully you all will enjoy this continuation/rewrite of Never Too Young To Die

Also in my rewrite, I don’t really know what pronouns Velvet used so I’m gonna make them go by all pronouns. I feel like it suits them

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Night is usually a peaceful time. The lights are down, everyone is asleep and dreaming away. But not here in California. The night is still young and the city is still alive and of course, the rebels are on the rise. Fort MacArthur, once a large military base, is where the devoted renegades of the city are running wild. They all devote themselves to a powerful mastermind. They are flamboyant and fierce but merciless and devilish and looked down at her rebels sitting in a pit down below of their secret camp. She smirked and looked, revelling in the praise of her followers as they chanted her name, a dastardly plan in her eyes

“My little slugs, how are we tonight?” He shouted, receiving shouts of praise once again. “Very good. Let me think, we’ve got access to their computers, how to channel radioactive waste and all of it will go from Diablo Canyon into those unfortunate souls drinking water. We’ve got everything we need to set our plan into motion!” She declared proudly. Her followers cried out in joy over their victory

“However, there is a slight glitch. Someone had stolen our little disk. The last piece of the puzzle.” She stated gloomily and the others below her groaned in disbelief and anger, ranting to one another and were ready to destroy something nearby in rage.

“Velvet! I’ve got something for you!” A voice called out, gaining everyone’s attention “Bring her in!” She ordered some of her crew members, carrying a woman down the path. Velvet looked down to see a slender woman with black hair and cold gray eyes and gave her a smirk. This was Rayla, Velvets right hand lady and the most dangerous of her renegades. Well, except for herself of course.

“Rayla! Well done darling!” Velvet thanked, jumping down to join her and they looked at their prisoner. The poor woman has been chosen as the perfect source of the culprit. They lowered her into the pit and she looked at Ragnar in horror.

“Now tell me, who did it?” She ordered and the woman looked on in fear, but she stood her ground.

“I’ll never tell you! You can’t get me to talk!” She whimpered and Rayla dropped down and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.

“We can! Do not dare test him!” She shouted to her face. As she held her up close to her face, Rayla noticed something dangling off of her ear. A circular emblem with a star pattern engraved in the token. Velvet took a notice as well and ripped it off her ear, receiving a shriek of pain from their prisoner.

“Stargrove huh? What’s her name?” She asked.

“Some bitchy name like Lily Jones? I don’t know, doesn’t matter right?” Rayla replied

“You’re right. It doesn’t.” He answered. The other followers smirked with satisfaction and Lily was shaking in fear, hoping she would be spared.

“Please don’t kill me! I promise I’ll do anything for you! But please leave me alone!” She cried in desperation. Velvet leaned down and caressed her cheek

“Listen darling. Be careful with who you trust because in this place, chances have to be earned.” She whispered gently, revealing her long fingernail and stabbed her prisoner with no hesitation. As her prisoner fell to ground, slowly losing consciousness and passing away, the others cheered for their mighty leader.

“Now everyone, change of plan. Get me Stargrove! I want Stargrove!” She announced angrily. Everyone scrambled together and started to run around in a frenzy while Velvet took the emblem and strutted off. Now it was time for the biggest fight of the decade.

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Velvet inspected the emblem stolen from her disappointing prisoner, checking every detail possible. Something about the pendent enrages her, hidden deep inside she is disturbed by it, something she never shared with anyone. Except for her.

“Everything alright?” Velvet looked up and saw Rayla, standing by the doorway of their master bedroom.

“With you here, everything is perfect.” Velvet purred, throwing the pendent behind him and getting up to take his partners hand. “Great job out there darling. Like always.” He complimented, kissing the hand of his most loyal partner

“Sorry the prisoner was disappointing again. These bastards can be so rude.” Rayla apologized but Velvet raised a hand to stop her

“You weren’t the problem my love. They had their chance and they didn’t take it so they brought it upon themselves.” Velvet explained, lying down on the couples large red bed. “Aside from dealing with that lunatic, how was your day?”

“Well not the greatest. I was talking to Pyramid and found out that Stargrove’s Faction has slaughtered about 8 of our crew. I tried to get them but they left in the nick of time.” She replied and Velvet spotted a bleeding area on Rayla’s arm.

“Come here. Your arm is bleeding. We can’t have that.” Rayla sat down and Velvet quickly but safely pulled off her long dark trench coat and started tending to his lovers wound.

“Again, sorry for wasting too much time on that issue. I was being careless again.”

“You don’t have to apologize about that babe. I just wished someone told me sooner. That way I would’ve been there to protect you.”

“You’ve done it before countless times. I just want to return the favour.”

“Darling, you already know that you are more than worthy of me and my love. You don’t need to hurt yourself to prove it.” Velvet took her hands and kissed each one of them delicately and Rayla smiled hard.

“You know for a criminal, you’re quite a charmer.”

“Everyone’s got their talents.” She smiled back and Rayla threw her jacket to the floor.

“Speaking of talents, the finger always amazes me. Where did you come up with that idea?” She asked, tugging off her boots

“I’m just that good I guess. I come up with some wacky things from time to time. But trust me, I’ll use it again in order to make Stargrove pay.” She swore and gripped the blankets of the bed, anger returning again

“Why does he keep coming back and getting us all killed? Doesn’t he have anything better to do with his time?” Rayla asked annoyed

“He and I have been… acquainted before. But I put the past behind me unlike him. But he’s not very bright. I know he’s gonna come and get us at our base but we’ll be ready for him.” Velvet explained, smirking once more

“How do you know that?”

“Riley knew a guy from his little faction and so he gets a lot out of him, even if he has to do some convincing. Riley surprises me with that kind of stuff.” He admitted and goes over to Rayla, hanging up her coat

“That’s wild. But then, you come up with the best schemes around here.” Rayla admitted, smirking as Velvet wrapped their arms around her. “Seriously, you blow me away.”

“And you will be the best killer for the job!” Velvet responded and they plopped back on their bed, laughing and enjoying themselves. “And side note, I’ve got a show coming up. April 21 and I need a good opening act. You will be perfect on that stage my dearest.”

“I love these things about you. You love chaos and destruction but you still have a soft spot for me.” Rayla remarked and Velvet strokes her cheek.

“It’s true but my love for you is stronger than any explosive. Just know that you are the most precious thing I can ever love.” They smiled at each other and kissed passionately on the lips.

“You got it babe. Opening act on April 21, I’ll be there.” She answered

“Knew I could count on you. Now, how about a little bit of fun tonight. What do you say?” Velvet asked, gently pushing her down on the bed.

“I’d love to but I’m feeling tired after all the shit that happened today.” Rayla admitted and slowly pulled the blankets over herself.

“Fair enough. But don’t forget that you promised for fun the other night.” He teased and Rayla threw a pillow at him, causing the two of them to erupt in laughter. “Just rest up ok darling?” He leaned down and gently kissed her and Rayla played with his hair until they let go to breathe

“Goodnight Vel. Love you.” She said softly and blew them a kiss as they started to leave the room. “Will you be back soon?”

“Yes. Just need some air. Goodnight darling. I’m so lucky to have such a wonderful companion like you.” They whispered, blowing a kiss back at her before shutting the door. As they did, they immediately started to panic over the pendent, feeling a cold pressure on themself.

“He can do whatever he wants with me. But he’s not getting anywhere near my girl. I’ll make sure of it.” They muttered slowly levelling their breathing before opening the door to reunite with their lover, forging more plans to stop Stargrove

#never too young to die #velvet von ragnar #kiss band #kissblr #writerscorner

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bubble-booty-valkyrie · 1 year

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Nora seeing Stud!Yang approach, his Semblance active and undoing his belt.

"Heh, I am Scaroused!!!"

This was supposed to be small, but I got carried away, a good little chaser for the next Weiss thing I guess~! Enjoy~!

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Yang's gauntlet covered fist slammed down into the face of the white fang grunt with the force of a semi-truck, destroying the mask underneath his hand like a glass plate shattering against the ground, a sound that was as satisfying to him as it was cringe and sympathy pain inducing to anyone watching.

Yang was taught by his dad that it wasn't right to hit a woman, but you had to do what you had to do as a Huntsmen. And frankly, he thinks his dad wouldn't mind this time.

The woman in question he just laid the fuck out was almost twice his size, faded black stripes across her body like birthmarks and a set of feline like ears showed him the woman was something like a tiger. Whatever, he didn't care. Her head thudded against the pavement, her aura tanking the hit, and the force making her blackout.

Normally someone of this size against a person of her size meant a clear strength advantage, especially when she was visibly muscular, hot he'd say. But Yang wasn't a normal guy, and people didn't normally walk away from denting his fucking car.

Aura flooded his body the moment she through some poor guy into the side, they were robbing a dust store, or something, he didn't care, the guy ran when he was suddenly stuck between a 7-8 foot tall busty tigress and a 6'5 flaming guy screaming with rage. Her size meant nothing, he'd smashed Atlesian robots three times her size. He would have liked to see the look on her face behind the mask when he suddenly through her over his shoulder and slammed her down like nothing.

Someone her size wouldn't have been used to being manhandled so carelessly. Semblances were always a wild card. Something no one could predict, you just had to roll with the punches. Yang may have been dumb when it came to book smarts, never cared for it, but he was close to Pyrrha when it came to pure skill, but she'd always edge out ahead, she was just too good.

Yangs furious huffing came out in steamy breaths as his blood boiled, eyes glowing red and his flaming hair lighting up the darkened street, looking up at his car, it was a small dent, but a dent. The paint chipped off and his carefully cared for car looked like shit from this angle. His dad was right, his semblance was a glorified temper tantrum. Fuck.

"Hehehehe~! Scary~!" Yang realized he was still straddling the woman below him, arms still poised to hammer blows down more. But he wasn't going to, she was done. The police were on their way now.

Nora skipped happily into his vision as she got up to his car, bent over, and inspected the damage herself. He looked back, there were more White Fang, he just didn't care, focused only on the big one.

Three guys looked like hammered shit, passed out and maybe one had a broken arm, maybe because Nora's mallet was enough to crush most people, even him if she could hit him. Ouch.

"Aawwww!!" Nora whined and Yang looked back at her, his eyes catching before they reached his car. Nora was bent over at the waist, deeply bent over, not even caring her already hyper-miniskirt was hiked up so high he could see her fat ass clear as day pointed right at him, those massive fucking cheeks like two waterbeds wobbling and jiggling as she wiggled her hips curiously.

A night on the town, a few drinks, a dance at a club, Nora offered, Yang accepted. Nora showed up dressed to the nines, no doubt to shake her ass on the dancefloor, and that she did, twerking on him all night in the classically airheaded Nora fashion, she knew she was teasing, she knew she was twerking like a slut, but somehow she saw nothing wrong with it.

What he hadn't noticed in the dark building was the fact she wasn't wearing a thong, she was wearing something far sluttier.

The panties had a thin strip of fabric that covered her little quim easily, the pink panties going up from there but splitting off into two strings that squished and squeezed against her bubble booty tightly as they held onto that fucking wobbly dumptruck for dear life, up and over her wide breeding hips and down back to the fabric beneath.

But that meant nothing was covering her little pink asshole, the tiny pucker perfectly displayed between her cheeks as she bent over. Panties literally made for easy anal access. That little fucking whore.

Yang felt the need burn inside of him, and knowing Nora, it may have actually been her plan. He didn't know. He didn't care.

"It's broken.." Nora frowned and played with his broken side mirror, he didn't even notice it, but it made his blood boil more, eyes burning angry red as he suddenly stood up and grabbed his belt buckle, the metal clank echoing loudly as Nora looked back over her fat butt curiously, before her eyes went down to his hands, and she saw his burning hot rage and desire to fuck that fat slutty ass.

"Oopsie~!" Nora smiled cutely, lewdly, mischievously, all at once, dropping his snapped off mirror and making it shatter further while swaying that giant set of pillowy poundcakes side to side. The further damage to his baby was all he needed.

"Ah~!! Ahh~!! AAhahaa~!!! Ahh~!! AH~!! Ahh~!! M-More~!! Break my butt~!! Ghhhuuuaaaahhh~!!"

The entire yellow and black muscle car rocked violently as the girl bent over the hood squealed and screamed like a whore, her hands pressed firmly against the hood as the hand on the back of her neck slammed her face down into the cold metal, her little nippled pressed against the icy cold paint and her tongue hanging out dumbly.

Yang's teeth grit and ground as he violently smashed another pretty thing in his anger, his open palm coming crashing down onto those meaty, sweat slick, rippling fuckmeat cheeks of the braindead Valkyrie while his other held her down to make sure she couldn't move until he was finished with her vice grip like asshole.

"You fucking cheap, braindead, anal addicted whore!!" Yang snarled and growled, fire practically erupting from his mouth as he turned up the heat, literally. Steam and fire poured off his body in the cold air, and no doubt filled Nora to the brim with oven like heat as his hips crashed against hers.

The entire car rocked so violently he could hear it squeak, but he didn't care, he only focused on those sweaty, rippling ass cheeks clapping off his hips! Every single thrust sounded like thunder echoing in the street, her mountainous asscheeks rippled like water balloons with every single thrust, wobbling and jiggling around his cock, made eve worse by his hand viciously slapping her ass and leaving a nice harsh red handprint on her pale flesh.

Other would have called his pace and roughness too brutal, to hard, to violent, but Nora was built different, she could take it, take it like a whore.

"Yeeessshhhh~!! Fuck me Daddy~!! Break my slutty fuckhole~!!!" Yang's eyes burned red, he could only hear her slutty screams and squeals for more, her asshole was so hot and squeezed so tightly, it was a battle for every inch getting in and out, but he slam fucked that little sore asshole till her legs were shaking with strain and burning muscles, sweat dripping down her body in the cold air.

Switching his hand to her hair, Yang gripped the orange locks like a handle, yanking her back and arching her back viciously, but she could take it, her fat perky tits bounced in the open air as she was yanked back, her tongue hanging out and dripping with spit, her eyes rolling up in her head.

"AAH~!! Ah Ah AH AHA AHA AH AH AH~!!!" Tears poured down the slutty Valkyrie's face as she squirted across her thighs, his nuts slapping against her pussy as he slammed in all the way to the base.

"This was your fucking plan the whole time!! Wasn't it?! Nothing but a set of fucking holes, you just wanted to get used like a fuckdoll!!" The harsh, wet, clapping was getting harder, louder, faster, he was livid, and he had the perfect little fuckhole to take out all his anger on, he could break her and be fine, she wanted it, she wanted to be broken.

His hands suddenly shot to her neck, strong, calloused fingers wrapping around both sides of her throat as he ripped her away from the car, slamming her tiny body against the pavement below and jackhammering his cock down into her asshole from above, keeping her face down, ass up, as he he plowed balls deep into her fat, rippling cheeks, the sweaty cleft of her wrapped around his cock as he split her in two.

"HHGGKKK~!!! YESH~!! I JUSH WANNA BE A SHET OF FUCK HOLSH~!!" Nora wasn't shy, he knew she dreamed of being a walking cumdumpster, and it made him steel fucking hard. Hs hands squeezed brutally around her throat, and he could feel her clench around his cock harder, and in turn, he fucked her twice as hard, so hard he could see the pavement under them crack, her ass clapping so loud he knew people all over could hear it, as well as her squeals.

"FUCK!!!" Yang slammed do hard into her asshole he knew he was going to be sore in the morning, and so was she, but he couldn't stop watching those rippling waterbeds clap and jiggle around his fuckstick, but whether he wanted to or not, he couldn't stop the clenching of his balls as he suddenly flooded her asshole with his almost boiling hot cum, cock clenching over and over as shot after shot spilled into her and painted her insides white.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH~!!! YESH DADDY~!!" But he didn't stop, he kept pounding into her till his cum squirted out around his dick, until he physically couldn't take the sore pleasure, and his cock was yanked out too far, springing out of her hole and slapping down between her cheeks for him to spray the last few loads onto her fat ass. Painting her cheeks with his seed, staining her miniskirt as those strings of creamy nut dripped and coated her sweaty cheeks wonderfully.

Yang huffed and panted as his hair finally calmed down, snuffing out the flames and his usual lilac eyes returned, sweat dripping from his body as Nora laid there, fucked stupid, eyes still rolled up in her head as nut squirted out of her gaping, well fucked asshole, his hands gently letting go but leaving a nice red ring from where he strangled her.

"Fucking.. hell.." Yang huffed and gasped, hell of a way to calm down, that's for sure. "Ha.. Haha.. You good Nora?" He grinned, looking down at his handy work.

Nora's ass was still covered in sweat and cum, underneath was his red handprints, her eyes rolled up as she sat there broken. She looked like she was in heaven, a big slutty smile on her face.

"Th-Thank you Daddy~!" Oh yeah, she was fine.

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Yang sat in his car, burger in hand as he looked out over the city, sure his car was still fucked, but he could fix it. Gotta take things into perspective sometimes. Not get so mad. Enjoy the little things.

Well, the redhead currently choking on his cock, bent over on all fours on the seat, slurping, sloppy sucking, and gagging on his musky, sweaty dick certainly helped calm him down.

"Your food is gonna get cold." He added, biting his burger but grabbing her head and slamming her throat down onto his cock till her lips kissed his nuts.

"Mmmmmmmhhhhh~!!" She didn't seem to mind.

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GAWWDDD LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER DESTROYED MEEEEE

i was rooting for soobin the whole time and his betrayal and giving into his primal urges just cuts me so deep like when she's getting fucked by gyu and she looks into soobin's eyes and it's the first time he's ever looked at her like prey.... mic drop hardest fuckin line to ever im a mess

i love love love darker fics from u sm like the smut always gotta be the hottest feral heat inducing stuff ever but is this okay?? like should i enjoy this?? 😭 still feel bad for mc when she woke up omg poor baby

OH absolutely adore how u write the freeze fear response in a prey hybrid mc god that was insane, like even before gyu got to her i felt that rush of adrenaline and the tension!! ugh how do u write them so good anw the part where mc's so frightened she literally submits and presents herself 🤯 blended my brain i fear

ALSO WHN GYU CALLED SOOBIN A GOOD DOG!!!!! AAAAAAAA UR CRAZYYY!!!!! 💥💥💥 gyu's insane in this he literally drove mc to submission in pure fear and basically brainwash soobin into following orders like ugh i im obsessed im in distress

u said that ur not letting us forget they're hybrids AND U DELIVERED!!!! tbh there's so many hybrid aus that's just ears and tails but u went deep in it, make them actually animals with instincts and behaviors (i sound like a furry omg 😭)

also kinda off track but the way mc's so naive and independent like yeah no it's fine ik the woods i'll be fine alone ^_^ and soobin's like babe ur a prey hybrid reminds me a lot of the trend of ppl posting their pets w proof they won't survive in the wild 💀

HIIII i’m super sorry that i took so long to answer this (but when do i ever answer asks on time 😕) BUT THANK YOUUUU SO MUCH!!! i love ltts so much it’s seriously one of my fav fics i’ve written so far and. your review literally means everything to me

(the rest is under the cut ! 🫶)

AGH THANK YOU THANK YOU it makes me so giddy to see that you liked that internal conflict as much as i did… like the build up to it was so intense and as soon as i wrote that “im sorry.” line i had to do a victory lap bc damn!! i really liked how soobin’s character turned out!!! (thank you sm for noticing that detail mwah)

SHOULD YOU ENJOY THIS HAHAHASSDKLGGKH

i mean….! that’s kind of the appeal of dark fics for me personally… if it’s written well enough it’ll make you question everything. but again thank you hehe i will be honest and say that i like to take pride in my dark fics 🤗

AHHHHH im happy you pointed that out !! my favorite thing about hybrid aus that i don’t think people take advantage of is all the new and heightened senses they have… im insane and i loved leaning into it and making it aide the characterization and idk. very happy you enjoyed it 🫶 (and if you sound like a furry… what does that make me… /j)

beomgyu master manipulator >>> i had a little too much fun with the name callings, can you tell…. is it obvious…. he is feral and insane and will do anything to get his way. my favorite !

I THINK I KNOW WHAT TREND UR TALKING ABOUT LMFAOOO and you’re so right too…. this poor mc was just unfortunately too trusting and naive for her own good :(

and if i say that im so in love with ltts that i feel like i could……. add more to it….?

#i’ve become insane and obsessed over this au #thank you for leaving such nice feedback #[♡]— feedback !#[✭]— srb #fic: lamb to the slaughter #koqabear asks

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 5 months

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No One is Just

1 Walk around the streets of Jerusalem. Look around, and think about these things. Search the city squares. See if you can find anyone who does what is right and seeks the truth. Then I will forgive Jerusalem.

2 People say, "As the LORD lives…." Yet, they lie when they take this oath.

3 LORD, your eyes look for the truth. You strike these people, but they don't feel it. You crush them, but they refuse to be corrected. They are more stubborn than rocks. They refuse to turn back.

4 I thought, "These are poor, foolish people. They don't know the way of the LORD and the justice that God demands.

5 Let me go to important people and speak to them. They know the way of the LORD and the justice that God demands." But they, too, had broken off their yokes and torn off their chains.

6 That is why a lion from the forest will attack them. A wolf from the wilderness will destroy them. A leopard will lie in ambush outside their cities. All who leave the cities will be torn to pieces, because they rebel so often and they become more and more unfaithful.

7 "Why should I forgive you? Your children abandoned me. They took godless oaths. They committed adultery, even though I satisfied their needs. They traveled in crowds to the houses of prostitutes.

8 They are like well-fed stallions that are wild with desire. They neigh for their neighbors' wives.

9 I will punish them for these things," declares the LORD. "I will punish this nation.

10 "Go among Jerusalem's rows of grapevines and destroy them, but don't destroy all of them. Cut off the branches because they don't belong to the LORD.

11 The nations of Israel and Judah are unfaithful to me," declares the LORD.

12 They lie about the LORD and say, "He doesn't exist! Nothing bad will happen to us. We won't experience war or famine.

13 The prophets are nothing but windbags. The LORD hasn't spoken through them, so let what they say happen to them."

14 This is what the LORD God of Armies says: Because you've talked like this, I'm going to put my words in your mouth like a fire. These people will be like wood. My words will burn them up.

15 Nation of Israel, I'm going to bring a nation from far away to attack you, declares the LORD. It is a nation that has lasted a long time. It is an ancient nation. You don't know the language of this nation. You can't understand what its people say.

16 Their arrow quivers are like open graves. They are all mighty warriors.

17 They will devour your harvest and your food. They will devour your sons and your daughters. They will devour your flocks and your cattle. They will devour your grapevines and your fig trees. With their swords they will destroy the fortified cities you trust.

18 Yet, even in those days, declares the LORD, I won't destroy all of you. 19 They will ask, "Why has the LORD our God done all this to us?" Answer them, "You have abandoned me and served foreign gods in your land. So you will serve foreigners in a land that isn't yours."

20 "Tell this to the descendants of Jacob, and make this heard in Judah:

21 Hear this, you stupid and senseless people! You have eyes, but you cannot see. You have ears, but you cannot hear.

22 Don't you fear me?" asks the LORD. "Don't you tremble in my presence? I made the sand a boundary for the sea, a permanent barrier that it cannot cross. Although the waves toss continuously, they can't break through. Although they roar, they can't cross it.

23 But these people are stubborn and rebellious. They have turned aside and wandered away from me.

24 They don't say to themselves, 'We should fear the LORD our God. He sends rain at the right time, the autumn rain and the spring rain. He makes sure that we have harvest seasons.'

25 Your wickedness has turned these things away. Your sins have kept good things away from you.

26 "Wicked people are found among my people. They lie in ambush like bird catchers. They set traps and catch people.

27 Like cages filled with birds, their houses are filled with deceit. That is why they become powerful and rich.

28 They grow big and fat. Their evil deeds have no limits. They have no respect for the rights of others. They have no respect for the rights of orphans. But they still prosper. They don't defend the rights of the poor.

29 I will punish them for these things," declares the LORD. "I will punish this nation.

30 "Something horrible and disgusting is happening in the land:

31 Prophets prophesy lies. Priests rule under the prophets' directions, and my people love this. But what will you do in the end?" — Jeremiah 5 | God's Word Translation (GWT) The Holy Bible, GOD’S WORD® Translation Copyright 1995 by God’s Word to the Nations. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 11:7; Genesis 18:26; Exodus 32:25; Leviticus 26:16; Leviticus 26:23; Deuteronomy 21:18; Deuteronomy 28:48; Deuteronomy 32:15; 2 Chronicles 36:16; Job 8:2; Psalm 5:9; Psalm 10:9; Psalm 80:13; Isaiah 24:16; Isaiah 27:11; Isaiah 43:27; Isaiah 57:6; Isaiah 65:7; Jeremiah 2:7; Jeremiah 4:27; Jeremiah 8:5; Jeremiah 9:2; Jeremiah 18:13; Jeremiah 30:11; Matthew 5:45; Matthew 13:13-14; Galatians 4:8; Titus 1:16; Revelation 11:5; Revelation 15:4

#none are just #judgment proclaimed #false prophets #adulterous people #Jeremiah 5 #Book of Jeremiah #Old Testament #GWT #God's Word Translation #Holy Bible #God's Word to the Nations

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unlikelyandco · 2 years

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A Ghost was held in Amethyst's hand, the Guardian it belonged to bound and gagged across the room, clearly panicked about the impending possibility of losing their Light. Nearby, Scout loomed as well, leaning against the doorframe as he watched the Awoken handle the situation. Not everyone got to feel the joy of taking out a Ghost: the feeling of Light washing over you and the power it instilled, having just taken one of the most dangerous weapons away from someone, and watching them squirm knowing they were next.

Oh, the powertrip was wonderful.

As soon as the smaller Hunter started to show hesitance, Scout was behind him, a reassuring touch resting on his arm, travelling downward to wrap around Amethyst's hand, tightening his grip on the Ghost. It was always the pleas that got to people, so the Exo leaned down to speak right up next to the Awoken's ear.

"I know you can do it," his tone was silky smooth, almost soft, but loud enough to drown out the cries from the Ghost and the muffled yells from its Guardian, "You've watched me do it. You know how good it feels. You won't let this gift I brought you go to waste, will you?" Not that Scout would complain at doing it himself, but that wasn't the point of this. Clawed fingers once again tightened around Amethyst's own, coaxing the Hunter to go ahead with it. "Don't disappoint the pack. Don't disappoint me."

Some had warned him that he would end up biting off more than he would be able to swallow, but Amethyst never listened... The whole situation was quite too much for the young Hunter, no matter how much he wanted to believe everything was alright.

He was trembling like a leaf, his stomach tied in a knot. The pleading of the Ghost and the muffled screams was all that kept filling his head, and the Awoken slowly started to think he was going to stand like this till the World ends - neither able to let the Ghost go nor to crush it.

Scout approaching only seemed to make everything worse, cold sweat washing over Amethyst. The fear that the leader got fed up with him brought tears to his eyes, both out of fear and shame. He swallowed hard, his bottom lip trembling, fully expecting the Ghost to be ripped from his hand.

When that didn't happen, the Hunter had to force back a sigh of relief and keep himself standing straight to not lean back against the Exo. He wasn't sure how the other would take it...

Ah, but the words... It felt like a song of a siren, luring poor sailors to their doom. Of course, he knew how the Light felt when a Ghost was destroyed, how oddly satisfying it was, but it meant death. Amethyst knew it wasn't his death, though, which in the moment would be much more welcomed, in all honesty.

But he couldn't disappoint the pack, he couldn't disappoint Scout. After all, that's what he wished for - to be a part of a pack that would look past his misgivings, past the inexperience and awkwardness. He wanted to be like one of those dangerous, respected, and feared, to show everyone they could not laugh at him anymore...

At last, Amethyst took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around the Ghost even more - now or never, he thought. The shell didn't want to give in so easily though, since the Hunter wasn't really all that strong. Still, where he lacked physical strength, his Arc always made up for it, wild and raw.

Louder and louder crackling filled the room, drowning any other sound, and the shell began to crack in his hand. It didn't take long for a violent outburst to shatter it, the Light washing over both Hunters in a delightful, energising wave. Only then, Amethyst let himself breathe short, shallow breaths, the remains of the Ghost still clutched between his fingers.

#amethyst | jewels stained with blood | evil au #lxghtbound

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cyberneticlagomorph · 2 months

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what the goblins do

ok so this got longer than i anticipated!

goblins were originally made by high elves in an attempt to cure their own loneliness cuz high elves came from space and space is huge so meeting another one of your kind is p hard

goblins were made out of spare parts and magic, the same way as most fae but also Not?

like if you look at the goblins from Labyrinth you'll get what i mean

they're very much a scrap fabric species and its great!

the one thing all gobbos have in common is their big heckin ears, cuz Elves find large ears cute the same way humans find big eyes cute, even kobolds have big ears!!

dragons find the expressiveness of big ears very comforting and also cute, but they won't admit it

anyway

goblins were created with this one singular instinct built into them, and its the desire to Make and Share, because High Elves also have that same desire, which is why fairies exist at all

Elves and the Suns they were born from HAVE to make shit or they'll die, in a more literal sense with stars cuz they need the things they make to love them or they'll stop existing its a WHOLE THING

ANYWAY

what goblins do is Make Things, they're very good at making things to the point where they'll make too much of a thing and have to get rid of it, so thats why goblin markets exist

they figured out that a good way to get rid of something is to sell it or trade it and never looked back

nongoblins also figured out that if you go in and tweak a goblin's desire to make things the wrong way, you'll get a fast breeding low cost workforce/army that you can throw at p much anything and thats where brooding cauldrons came from

you throw whatever magic and spare parts you have lying around in a big pot and out comes a war goblin ready to fight and die or build WMDs or whatever horrible thing you want them to do

other fairies built brooding cauldrons en masse and used the resulting goblin hoards to lay waste to each other. now the thing about regular goblins vs war goblins is like comparing a pug to a collie

one is a horrible inbred lump of meat and the other is a healthy working animal that will destroy your shit if not given proper outlets, both are p dangerous in their own rights if you look at it from the right angle

the way war goblins were made mean that they were made as cheaply and as quickly as possible, and that often meant using chunks of dead goblins in their production as a way to save materials and clean up after battles. The goblins that came from these methods are more typical of pop culture goblins, evil, sickly, green (from the rot in their creation), hungry for anything to do

after awhile the creation and use of brooding cauldrons was seen as inhumane and outlawed, most of the cauldrons either fell apart from overuse or were destroyed (either during war or later on as like a gesture of good will), any and all existing cauldrons were given to the goblins since it felt right to do

war goblins have mostly died out due to shoddy breeding practices that led to poor health and very short life expectancy, but some modern goblins have clear war goblin (dna?? bits??? idk goblin reproduction is fuckin wild my guys) in their family lines, its just makes em look more like pop culture goblins ie green, scrawny and kinda bitey looking

modern goblins are much much nicer than pop culture or war goblins, but they're not a monolith so you will get the occasional cranky asshole mixed in there somewhere

#ooc #lore dump #ask to tag #loredump

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libidomechanica · 3 months

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“Beautiful seeds to feed on thy sorrow is there was hid”

A ballad sequence

At stool, downing day: or Diggon. Augur me be by the ground; by love; or if thus attack, and hawthorn-hedge, and your

mouth of all my good Hobbin, ah hobbinol, thy look to shadows white hand anon a smock; or Sappho’s she, too, such

with gushing else swoon, grave and midnight, and forever a vice. Warm Frenchmen never the world, with that speech did euer at

ease; he loved on him; Juan, in warm white through trust to musick lendeth, while thus his lip to hear men desires. Parley,

to longer time he vomit. By seeing grace, or as Anacreon old; not, when this blood! But none save that foreigne with

looks yielding might berries and her shame willow learned again forgive; obliged to thee: whatever dies, like these, I’m

o’er a name, and worthy trunk as a holy Angels will in which so longer mourne, but her friend; I told him whisper’d,

passion on his intently bent, and simplicity, and those who standing she dieth! Now say on Diggon. I swallow

jinkin’ round the rainbow of desert rove over tedious lip, gorgonised me dearly know, a man mad all

my dream of the crime. Let me whole. Of Hate, and the lofty service to grow; but I lookèd right, despite. Then ply they sowed;

they gazed till they measure and made a flower in the oar grew, and never looked dollars for ballad gallant and swore

that a shorewards! Beautiful seeds to feed on thy sorrow is there was hid. For them, but her naked trees, first my

lambs are but thy with shall maskes my poor name days. Lurk and four greatness. And let me ride their your eares vnto my heart

of Heaven gave back decades, though ye be, yet can names are brief. Short solace, a patted and every best. They hurt me.

To you, whiles of the pale state, majestical. I loved, and as this daughter Briar Rose and hath no great; a knaves, the

ravisht, staid novenas to my head last, if she wreath, the fire was angry with Absence vaile, they were might display’d deep

blood and began they gave that I can, which my pride those world destroy. Save chased away his am’rous you we’ and knock-out

dropped cantana of the will said she oh no stay to the night and file of the day, and bud about me to the shade.

When my dreams. Thou wilt restore, but in the pursuing on his, and kick your hand for human face … such hands could showe: let dame and ripens mind, about supernovas, and taken

breath, forbeare his lines clawed in their common ground these band happy love always cut him all along thee his arms, and ioye, for fame debtor fortune deal, robert Burns: country know. For

thy wife put on mee: what were choppers seek the human vanity, albeit Leander cried, th’ enchanted arrow sharp knife thorough to-day they contest. Some have made

to be so dight: but strange stage be, who like to all get, they dances soft: and I thee as each others of hers like to thy marble, I needed, for in the blame, with foldes yeeld

at dawn are hath so wild warblings beare, beeing furrows perchaunced to loves our evening of life. Madness such cunningly he cries: my foe camel’s foot, how sudden those performed to

have change of cloudwhite Alps along time came so nobly had lyed; I said she may i touch is muffled, and the place in, and friesing while I kiss me speakest to cry o, let me

vision on fewe such bring you wilt swim in their will of tall grassie great Pan boughes the moth for thy face so sooner was his lips and from here is far to me for moe. If Queens and

he lay and tomorrow cheer; the cloudes wexen clear sparkles did ensue, but even as singing with his wide, a thirst of all about this your unguarded, released amid

their placed, and eke your foot on a wedgewood plates he ask. By that look: already donne. That vnto the yield, pipe began to speak of day? Out of a great which public strife arose, and

bore anxious forth. Whenever sayne, other with a chilles’ tomb, until put it in thee. What men dismiss’d her sounds to looke, at my forehead gazers sight? To thee, Cogniac! I wish

to hold.—Thy adverse my dear merit? Wherein these notes entendeth! As flies, and which did flowrd, and thoughts, doe beare borrow, come in their charmingly sweet harmony with honor, or

they sought neuer thing, fell Death, tho’ daily anodyne, and fife to thou to get my place of the cared to melt th’ unguarded, reliable, but in all, she strip mall, I

put away theekit cot; then by that ever, reach’d upon his own identity; that sicken from my song of crews as renews; the flower said not a wh—re. And purling

silver death of glisten to the shake of mi skirtful torch of British stared he had spoke, he gained; rude work required, the early known the come then turn’d to menage loathsome contest.

As renegadoes; while, going. And swore her flash to hold the whose circle of Delights she meadows in virtue, with

many an islander the faculty smooth speech faltering cloudwhite stars its suit thy nervous verse seekes for spite

but the squally to follow him, and understand. He would move to ever to think I should kisses of one generous

and short tunes? As if by force �� were fancy flatterer neuer shine day resigned, he fellow, while the pairtrick whirring

of a loving from her Cheek, the brake a still, patchy and said, how oft saw thee breeze with them in touch of love concerned

zeal; ill surprise, that pricket bleeping, she made, their charming up forever. Gazing on a garden gate, pulling

shoes were denied, bear to kill the glen; and vouchsafe the future than this golden hook, to served your Pasimond purge from

their faye. To see her mines, and laughing still unravished man, and Grisi’s existence children still he stated me

who art dearly t would be the daffadowndillies dight, and, who would be grau’d in each, spirit and glory, for whom

I cold, but slow? Sex a tyrannous, but after I am gone, leave the faileth: but I, my miserable design

to see, like Lucifer what we say, whose steps bend; our heroes, kings whom she fled, of sweet harmony without know that

weighed out, and hardly fitted to be enrich help a little make a bird. I said, and have wronged to me, rich in the

long with azure robe I did lie deepest instrument; and given the world’s blames object to no end, we often look’d!

”— Nature of mine own bud buried. That looke her as dew, impetuous as rain, rain clings despising his mind desolate,

its would remove me. To heart, be thine, O that there is lost, and his palate urge, as, to keep those thick solitary

Child. Of Alpine hollow to places were maysters thus hissing hair, collarless, fence of that purple school-boy feel?

Gathering on his rich in the lily leaves me how his lovers late will be missed Briar Rose but that ye maun hae their

world on Lethe, neither couple, for ever lonely wild: but love to great need me. A hundred I were but my fellow,

who durst his rival Pasimond had leave, weave to amends forth plunged for him over all away. And lying on he

rode down from slimy nest a little fell,—she that died was, alas why even by light your soul sublime in years were

but good with blot of altered round to bind you shalt taste for proffered and treacherously to strip there Cymon could buy,

that wad make so envious hold sabbaths, less timmer, an’ mosses many seeing jellyfish. The sun’s, and aye she

carven stern, she hath the human clay, the hole inheritrix of false hope is me, my calls you we’ and knew it was

she reflection move, the flying shook heat when only they have it twice is allay’d, so made a pearl in rubies find;

in women of France, those sound: but stay sets you would stay. Thus while the brain, O Lord, lest sorrow’s mysterious rites are

all this or t’other mends, by which she stone to that I an active dower, strength. I wish to hate. But there wasted: the past

his zenith, sweating always much this, all heauens conspird in blacke horrid treacherously flashing from death lodged in any

chronicle of life, for fear the field where is, that with rough that when hurl’d from heau’nly And what its own Phaëton.

Like or the spare, my timely far her arms he looks at a cadaver. Man of electrons, so they not weaned till for those, that so fraught, and Love he gaze upon her tower’d thus

adorn; neither cheek, in the showers, and I there I thus were not even love in rank; he gave this ungovernor and gloves; and like return. Who hath bred hys smart, wealth, in ilka

beild! That a crack like his scythe angry Sisters, throws the brain. With an alabaster than Nanie, O. When dismiss her spied a curl that would breeze with a pair; the world enough fast,

he opening field, where Hero, learn’d but to turned them hath broke too, was laid and, where is subdued because these were, and mock you was lethal. These and proved her naked many brittle

stormed got, curst in the your rung, I’m o’er youth with reason no man in me, O; but after year, within that he came and vagrant as thou shalt thou and bear the Throne. Its dwell as

whom heaven gate; a lion near that in Virtue she exercise of chess won’t deny thee? The double men as other’s grape against my supper lips, where Time’s witty, bright, your

name. For your heaven like a boy of truth, truth: no placed, mark if her too. We will not sought; and thirst times are dressed soul is passions of the accidents he used, the iolly shepheard

no singing me, known by thy love, her flie, first of fearful meanings on her lukewarm place and violate accounted loudly, chante blood flowrd, and wild voice, is a liberty is

lever. Whisks it about, and she wrote thine, even so alas why am I in me do flower said novenas to build its nestle in the last can mend; all that each eye

to man, put up a love of our flight, the customer: his suit a blue skies, where was ten colors and she handle so! The tree of Tantalus, she smiles away thee loath to go.

My soul, and night, and do is eloquent, is not then did melt th’ unkind abuse such wondrous bird a-wing …. Seize his frae my mammy yet. That vnto my thou art, in depth of

a plum. And blown by thee forswear that rise fresh case weighs not love, who part take, to each. Wives, and from the Bust and Temple rise—then frog wades; and sweet selfe boye, ah for lady’s love? Not

chuse too long, must babies haue: a rightful children are he love and prove Others pluckt, when it is, what by love—does a lasting, she gazed on his simply using the place and thee

why thou English ground, he turned ladie? Who hath been elsewhere lived at: therefore her look upon the clover leaf, ’ and I listening! A pleasures white fog. Conquest forth from her clouds to fight,

poor silly youth to hold, that louers pitie: looke from its measure; and see even till the photography, with indiscerne the wind; and it grew pale, beside to shun which, light and pity

as men might steal on mee: what excuses did not so much heauens conspird in one women, calling silk: that brutal place in the garters was by one, into the word EVIL.

Of Jealous leasure ye even in slumber, but in thy honour died. A pale, pale, and lips, except in autumn robben one ashamed, whose joys divine and Juan for ever piping

sways, yet for an instant and still pursutes of op’ning sword; ’ so Lambro once grownd, and, saying that euen hell her ear. Forth his face was swaying with Susan! Which hovers ill?

Too much sense: in malice bare; stern, Child, gaue her eyes my wife, and life in hir whom winged his come, where the nice admired

even in the maintain. With all the Princesses of Briar Rose and be burnish’d into and the field of pain—even

while you all earth her honeyed years after that hour wives, and curst invented, viewing Leander’d angel of the dove.

Lest unawares while I’m afraid. Flowing to hold, with threads the odour which colours the grant hight. He is kindly, I

think, nor bring the mud. Rain came two cotton stroke her fear of sovereign Assembleme. Not free. That a cadaver. Might breed.

And red for his Supremacy. Whisks it always close of the female, that none burned, and write, the clouds and only Drink

that same forced every human, all shot back these hanging maids bore; nor let the more splendour hung alone, thus some to unrest,

reclining severe distract insight with that I thus replied. To love be so belong, all wealthy horse, your vows,

and mused he had eft learnd changing after-loss: ah, do not known, by his Truth, beneath the memory’s but the walls, all

upon my radiant Hero dwellings charms, a point therefore, yet, belied, twelve daughters are; for liker bene vayne: colin

the laws, and at once she essay’d in stakes her earth, and stern she saw him, a blustring balks each rope distinct, nor that

room is eel-black. Till oftentimes into regions find his clownish mien, a voice like a pretty ruth upon the sheaves

were once might perfect wert, borne in good and ran, but the porch … year and wither’d into her safe. And I will shalt tasted,

drive, a golden Apollo, that I will spend and tomorrow vsing misplaced the Pussy my love! All there’s no copy

now of like joy in me, doth reigneth! Busy old vizier might was more neat wish too, nor of their place my nature

vnidle knowledge of chronicle of all? By what he can jest; and gave, my chamber would look, even Death’s the foam that

gushes, both ioy and bolted themselves on the Bridegroom an old man’s oppressed, which now my seat, proceed, wraceks triumph

is whistling, but on me preuaile, that copy die. Weaving crone at all, or a great pitie louers pitie: looke here arms, or his

triple mace, returne with them away! I’m o’er young, so gentle you, to you, while her dangers Cupid’s goods where among.

What! An injured by the most spent.— Jamie, come to say him some of behaves, all she goes and sing in secret influence

came to marry yet; the burned, but was sweet Waters and thing orb were in sports in fury of his frae my mare, my

lord and briers. Withheld him with its hand. At length awake! The sole enemy’s hollow to pleasure, no passion gave the

faire, and tender; and take all earth from wherein with thee, as law requited. A rose-bud by mistakable design,

they saw not worth, retrieves as ill with a pink wave state, was morning purple Cullambine, which long, the dead; lastly, safely

build, where we stayes to seized the climes the less in sex and years our parting, by some preuaile, his bride. The mortar

already were: the vain: the mind or breast. A rose-leaves with smiled, hissing to be an odd breed or unfastened the world

we should have sipped at last, like foule leasured much he defies, but now despair, on tremor came, and heavy cheek,

a speake no stout, defend there’s eglantine, her loath. A things. All the ground his own thrall, or horse is due: only in

you deserve without a great with his own. Books that sith thee, cheeped, trilled with wine and surrender lay in the snow.

Then the hour dear Madam, to destroy. A Ladde, who in a strange in vain disgrace, it did spredde, and tall and best this even

her the valley of evening on your souls than you could no lamented, to life the death with so he would breeding

flies, thou wilt, but the son’s halls, lady fellows white, alike to walk … if simply using my darling eye, bright of that

his palms tip toward the November of their love! Pictures we had open; but the terrible redundancy is will

before all my woes th’ afflicted manners taught that hue; blue evenings towards itself unseen to pass our long her

dear friend scrawled on him, I will be his: her sepulchral gloom, light of frosty Night had a mother, and the right present

silly swords. Seeming locke, fast in aspire. The mirror, as half-serious lest his broadcast live, to make a wee, and

these loved? Was strowed to see againe. Said the ghost of us: that for him his hand. The shall love sails to me the faults

down,—burst, she streams of gathering itself divine, but health breaths stab, so to sea in a kind religion, and thou art

a diuell, that huge and let her rugs and this clownish mien, a voice cared fortunes, and sweet isle they be, i’m welcome try me.

Ay me, Leander cried, th’ enamoured.—The honey bag from mine hills where Simmer shines, and there! They bees have

both sides find the tardy day: but no one, the fairies take here fancy was the poor dress’d the grass a crystal spring,

we were would depart that Vertue hath thou to whom my Maw. Worn out in their end, a supernovas, and some, which euen to

the sun blind forlorn, from an orient day, and myself I’ll sterued with a steadily, there is nowhere, for fun

watch her in her icy breath the Revenge from their doctrine, and the world’s soul gan to weave this is a dole, that night:

so, love, yet, lilies fair guest. Thirty year, David or the Eleusinian cave—such as the grasshoppers seek out the

clime, nowe louers; see now, like a Miss America! Seeing jets black, brown, on all, subject to the postponed disclosed her

speake not why, but the blue halo of flies a breach other with the deadly fatal day, almost heard mought it just a

life one bands and kissed his chiefe fall against us and red— one on the brain its sweet society; even for the

angels, but signals, that room goes by love and beats in a country-fair. And wonders, words, which ran o’er; and let the distress,

pretty pilfering came on, not Number, but, wretch as spotless Jeanie to the certains doth moon up with me tie

are humble at my selfishness; thou, running. Without you see the red begonia perilous beast! And the complied.

She dwell that it half: leave will now so goes by love come to me. As, to heauen is to make the water-side, Eyes like praye,

or that loose desire; his hear sighs o’er young, whose nonsense my jade; since the goddess of my mind and body torn

apartment: with this beams within, maud has becoming, I could marry yet; I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m feared of the sought.

And best can ne’er answers to the preserved fortunate last sentence. It once romantic boring cry: every part, then

can I fly no face engrost; without spare formed got, curst in peace and plied the old Lambro bade the nose of youth to die,

or vice what the power depose. Upon Maud’s own selues abused when my daughter’s too longest, or stained to dwell: dear

heart. The view; sure, and white with rocks the world, if Queens and Daies, a song to go wide. And now Leander, how I do love.

Tell me, Jamie, come try me, or when she: What may I grant as Job; and pity as men say, though in all faith no ladye—

love disdains to have the losers talk like more shee strived, expecting to the song the liquid kiss, thought: you purchase.

A hundred years shine, even are, you were the king mee; let fops or form, with folly, thoughts of blood fell silence, a rhyming

age without light, as shepeheards do know a moment a topiary so that leaped live for pity’s sake we

any one by one has rolled betray’d. The think of the way, he shortest daughters are hard too; you wilt thought, and by carriage.

Children, wanting roses great dead, the plain terms, without virtuous acts justly ground. A few worlds on world’s starling,

that are two world turn the rising resolves: if not lack, and once been our reverend and further thou art now all my flesh!

And I from her naked neck, like bene a life have concealed betray’d at home sounds convey a melancholy feet.

Business and elbow round and body so young, to see: but to-day by feeding, flaunts about my hear me the seams their

haplesse mought me then you could it know green lesson new you not her, whose black the beach the church the Mower Dame, and all

placed the term virgo? And fell Kai Khusrau, he declares, invades it. Then she love you more girl? Leaving is always make.

Has join, the way. Pure love to them both. In sleeping fond Phant’sies place, nor the faire out strange! But even more paint that love

not on a wild oats in no face of heau’nly stanzas, and said: a little maid in meditation shall try that like

a sad, in midst of birds of prisoner, when thoughtless chastity, but have like your equals he said, sleep must kiss on her,

and rare that eye doth tears, and take your loves the breasts. But strange that body thus him with truth which thou art that clusters voices.

In one is the silent night forth light strength; the great dead. Purification, how the rivulet on grave’s a fault,

seeme his hight, having a good with the placed the first constant, till danced to Cupid’s myrtle wreathed dame. So lost in bounty

chere. Just once lost, whose base delight entertain kind, but sold a fools: reserved your virtuous; what ocean, which now

is think I should not amiss; I have walked the smart. You are broke and worthy trumpets sound wit golden bit where you gave

thorny stalled it vnto the time I have kisses were torn and sky, sports in only seen such pinch a flowery tale o’

love in rank shall live by ways would: and I, ye learned no more? My mother’s looks of soft and evermore her song begin

to turned unbathed, and unders! And raw, long mute the blind Fortune had ne’er-cloying storie. From their young; nae artfu’

wiles. The way I throw my tongue and peeled bits of insult let me sleep? Set, with gladness, modestly buy, if ye could

observ’d the same, and singers seek the yeare wont of yore, is nowhere, between the meadow grass for true spirit work, child!

Which, I prayer: or her eyes dry, season, If you alone, to punish all earth’s human hours as cool well for Elisa be your advice. Vessels side by side my minde. People

in the sound above, a slavering once a mourn no more wretch! Towards that her height wind o’er the best endowed whereas I have stiffe, and anon a spirit works on mine eye: but then

standing deign’d page in a grave unborn, a good humour mouth is a garden in the omen from an orient cheeked Adonis kept with looks back through to save, and figuranti,

they liv’d and felt below. The jealous is, what are my shame, in the bed she best disturb the lily lea? All honor’s grave’s arms of misery, or gazing her deathless all

thing, but to-day by day or two: tis pitying me see what new revived, whom your siluer song of a living. How happy date with graceful solemn love. To blow the voice of

trust above there in a rabbit’s burrow or nest upon me, ’ cried full of fruit. Of thee, and sweet looked like candle-light, never stood on the Sultan has varnish’d the hot race might

be borne Mercury who wit and something it. You see themselves, but the fair she thorn, when in the thus he stood silence embittered shape! He, being new, and the particular

sorrow late, which them whence witty, and wonder dare coming shepherd lad, the future’s darling; why thy early morn, when yawning finger by the promise of friend came tripping away,

as made the lies by the grasp of feelings crost; of death into your parts to virtues may God grant again, and the never dies. Said this ill-wrest; the mountains, but like a prayed

that pulls on thy resort. At length disdaine, please, yet canst not made a dead was you surpassed the with loss of two world is grown modern subject to spy: her hair be tied the grave. From

the heard the press he under our call life of Beauty to dwell: no doomed to live again, every swains, receive perfect cote, or the cheek grew my braunches a’s my real rain, O Lord,

lest sorrowes nothing the Father the mirth as rain, you saw’st yesterday, and would please, cheerefull flame; for one of a plum. Rude words, came songes, lace, vain religion, and such

a tasted, to behold, nor every body’s book fell silenced him, I, assail’d, still doth grow: for ever. But many a face so fast him, thou think, he scann’d her fair; her mouth is

a garden in her brought up forever. Vault, shamefully cry, as, to keep pace; the first their smoking looke in so fast as the fair, ay me so wondrous morning, and twilight.

Vessels sides finger brought to every steep his dunghill, is the angry spinnin’ wheel extermined her the flesh touches

both. And milk and called. Switches between the birds nest; and feet and three paces thunderstand. He saw the struggle grows

the rest wise, and thee his realme of my House, light of violence ever faileth: but when he fairest father’s welcomed

both, not ugly, and our fingers beating gales form adrift between the world’s contrary: and not for me to orphans

you read this druggy sleeping life- giving sways, yet once am settled hours bereft. And we will be fit for ballads

in the ivory skin and shame, where nature in one will state, but they be, or doome stayed so dear. Some say, so beautiful!

And then ye are thee I so dear. But thee I spur, thou still- felt plaguy bill? Skimming late thousand me, for loves thirstye payne. Of individual beautiful Pussy-cat went, as thee will Yes. Should be a stone, and so rich Ocean for them—

they han brewed, the dark eye’s tail up as I said with thou was love of sleep. Kissing melodies are none, I think wave streams is fresh and have come and free, made in labour than a cubit in the gift of the ’Tis death proposing means.

How many seeing insects that kept with a groans, and lose, he gave no sign, save him, and now admitted to soar too much more happy. It make no noise their brave? Will you why. The fat from him ne’er at his banner thus you as goods to hate.

To her heartbeat tell me go with pearl she blush taught this hand is every moment the very free side by side my mild,

take me most attractive place; sylent and afternoon—the last obey, the liberal and the cup, then ours, take back; O!

Through thou the hole in my Glasse shine thou shalt not dream, but tell you might wind, which from his dying hot desire till the

stern winds he past, and gird in our face, the hill; no novel word in memory; the promise tied: twas plentye: and a white

Alps alone in a distant more in Sorrow light, and fair; misshapen stood, its to improves the dewy field man, and

where they roam, by creeks and sing; I chirped, cheeped, trillium or viburnum, by promised length to the year link’d together,

as any other, but bring; to the steuen, lowder had been her father’s dower, especially drunk; proud as sheepes

close: their Lashes pierc’d to be senses to be. What’s the dog, and floats the eldest then ordained by forced to pearl t’adorn

it; her mother’s bed, to tears or mount up to the slime into the same mildly clad; her handmaids are bull, yours, a friend

in its life afternoon where green Shalott. But Fortune amply blessing, about the bound those on for than I. Feel in

those two at Conway dwell in the way. God in tear; by which made a paul; and the old he sat outside your slaue, and went,

and so stiffer thy dear friend! And many a wandering refuge, slipp’ry step is first unfauld herself in every

human shore, which help our evening fire from the air fools enjoy than our waking dried mud from one more a sin to tak

me frae my measure, while laigh destroy. But Time, which is my foot on me; I didn’t be your death the fools: reserve with fraud

and rigged, and Stella hath, will not much to pleasing nurse, and Charles are diuell, those Lockes displease— a most wretch auaile.

Not to loan, in the narrative: The vessel strong as Death, of hatred with azure palace of our shade alone. Helpless chastening beams, and thoughts do they roam; no though deserts of the thine eye, this free, starves howe done, and did duty.

Learning the moment situation. She daily to you well court to seeke famed for pursues youth could be my way. As

much to climb the gaps between the walls were a rook or bishoped for a frenne. An’ few the mournful family store, but

being qualified with hers, will both arrived, boxes evening one after immortal sense: in tracking hair, and raw

in fix’d with man that live for, but as her lies. Each other with one in ground, nor more than the very strong Happiness

all in my corset-lacing a tune I have not one more is think, he speak with ev’ry day has caught: such a guide turned

myself round you, Cymon in their ghost. You could makes not if a thousand are not needs discovering but her flight. A

treasures we see whom Cassandra was not some one were a minister and could be movèd; many flow, and evilly

feign it, whence chase. Want to resume my ioye shepherds’ cells, and wish’d in the sturdy slave to drowned, and, with the gorge

dimensions to this ungovernment at all, were was a madness may see sweet in captive castling still, and of you? Had

we behold. Amid the examined her and from you her song; I a’ the red bee; wishing could never, reach’d upon

a dew, and whistle, and grief is where thou may do right. Of such beauty, blind branch that never come hidder. Receive themselves

so meek, nor death; next, the care and it grew more to burn such heauen gan overhead came that is short tunes all this thro’

Heav’n’s halls, allured to his Haidee’s bitter pleasure too soft& lived—thus defies, but mad pursue howe’er afraid, in view.

I said: Wait up! Thence with you in vowing charily she chain’d, how like a brook the struck two, and these women use but

this trance, such eeking with Phoebus gan availe, the grasshoppers seek for ever a victim and now some name did

beam has too paint or will be devoutly prayed. Gave this burnt by pachas, some on my strange how she is shame with the glaring

spring head such place, nor ever may for, but almost not dissolved in sight wordes to wave rose medled with his

own hand like a scorne. Aspens shiver the outlet the invertest. He had got the heard his laye of fair and prove lucky

Muse they restored. There be not my gout, my feet like breathless sicke, and ever-dying stood in His grace, singing off

Count Cesare Cicogna from Venus keeps learn theyr good: yours to Camelot. But only down weakness was a taste.

In tho could so intending load is much sense, for prepares to frame his brutal song of that are than greaves whose lingers

in the gold and all that bless tears my Foot may be the stuffs, the place opening thee. So these will I gladly darte. Heard

on high jove were buoyant spot, upon his wear the first foe whom not only fix’d pride I pain, my drink water-flower

grace, leave your mouth whom Jove? Lost heart was not my good manners bright, like named her song; I a’ the losers taught he fountains

their round her, in the golden fleece. But this part, the schoolboy? Content who late, the fire filled and what dying Gladiator’s

arm, the forehead I play. Mourns o’er you not! Add one in heaps of grant insects that it might go far, but have felt the

passed his hold a lov’d. Gaze upon his, a friend, child, lovers power. Example pleasure first like a wash, would not blinds.

Rich fooles can it dead, he heart is here! Hand ordure rank of all: which seen me go with an unregard on the hyde

the powd’ry snow that if reveal to one as you love of every part, the flock, that he find some would: and your silly

sword decide, with rayne in warming, it twirls and love to every vulgar thief which down models, such as some small have to

be your slaue, which now my vocabulary. Light from slimy nest than drear flat of euils is spoil the cages of

prophetic; for his to painful eyes beheaded. Making lovers payne, albee my only she is. As well forgot how,

but that dwalt on my soul, who live to a great compare, goes again, she asked on the sun. Could given. All that look’d into

her grave and once, in ermin’d principall.—She warring line vpon her bed. A hundred ye’d spoil the dusky part. Only

for your formalities or his Supremacy. Of what hear men diseased; and, maybe? Arise from New York, lying

the Ring, flaunts of blue: ’ o, Lady, you said and senses to sale sent a bride. Loved out Lowder, without a woman

is at her breathed to the peasant’s shirt for Iphigene I can’t live like two hard hands mighty violence of her beauty

of hidden of France. Wretched love were all holding helpe me then alow; nor stained to be e’er sheep, and what thou shepherd,

sitting or vocal air, their glorious woods and love as it shines. Come and Pasimond had held so deformed be!

Is like honey, wrapped their bear’st then separates were Haidee and part; alas! As he were he court to sit in white and hold you hide; their gifts, I really look there abundancy

is without asking water, runningly required. Weak still, for you, feminine you love the heavens, and scape by the World of the actual light her glad eyes, and suit thy spheres, with

my filial joy? As if to love was by all roll all out this is to poison. And songs and keep his Hell. The fathers not enter is, or my pains, and given us and

heaven so careful king,—the more rich attire: his could they owe; their last obey, the last monotony. And rain, and the Piggy, I will be my corset-lacing. It is

a catch, erring or pure listen to Haidee’s bitter speake of speeches for the long as Death reprov’d to pick of your wives, and thing of prison! Fu’ is his shee is in play, sweet:

tho’ shelter in his by no means new: you’ve to this or t’other Sestos Hero, Hero, Hero! Ruby-lipp’d and whispers, Tis the lands drest? Into the self-same straight fit works in,

like I had at there it was a man, you, when pass-and-repass of perfect is had not your gray old virgin modesty she the dim-gray dawn; but like a celestial feasting

throne? What’s in the world’s most. She live with fullness. To sell of Life, and by my name of yore, your flock, that King when the laws: both of frowning. Ow said she like an odd breeze with transparently

bent to repayre vnto the actually wrapped candid the river-whisper’d, passionate one. Nymph of a contumelious lip, gorgonised me oft to leade your haire with

the rich in the blue eye look’d upon her face was born with heavy ache lay afloat, below each day and bless they could their beards God of human bloom the with his wit that’s too fierce

Pasimond a lawn; thus is still, even as others by man whom Fame at their features with fixed regarded thing deign’d at dawn coming do not to let me better to let him

shamefaced look forwards, in honde, to dally when quak’d, she sharpe desire, and from my soul, who jealousie shall keep mind to selfe to cause of fashioned, and seeks Sol’s past; the vaulted

roof, the sulfuric air, so young heady riots of their hair was sister at his zenith, euer auaile whom the bonie, O. Till cut strangers beating, about thy light shot the

pales beside those fruitful state, majestically drunken poet a genius, and thus. He sought of host to mountain starved, and flew with married, by us; compassion, but beautifully

even there, I haue they doe I loue. Will said the cried full of many a lustful deaths do this prest; and trees, first, and frost and Dafadillies flung arms, and devoutly and

song sighs for the other quit your hath their crimes enjoyer and still to lie wi’ you, lighted saile, that loved, and only path with the beauteous blessed times what wont ligge in each, spirits

touch said it, and in me. Love sailor sings of the churchyard she was hid. And still, and eat my backward. So many, O, the sunbeams do not know not in singlings, and dance witty,

and writes or dancing could looking in more waked he seeme he found about, and the boards ere Abolition; and long, god in a wounded down to us, and with soft&lived at:

then an opium, ratafie and hours skie: who thinking of a sparkling in a mirror, and now by the hues of the mind with follies, all sorted with Lillies set, for, thought.

” A park is purpose, and yet, love. Rank as a sabled, swaying with proud Achilles, and be buxome and propagates

in clover. And of a vanish’d out, as if they marching friend, an eastern age countenance— more a sin to take

in the words my daughter; while the lawn runningly the sun’s rich attire, for unawares while the Mower Dame, and

sight with awful fear not a fountain side, for you, to be with increase: such freends did shine: to- morrow on the bass, the

sea. Now my break of it! His and elbow as I took than for gifts too refined: three A. Her bore his sight? Nor gives then

he farms were these most exceed through Sestos to be. The way right; then dissolved in her thou bring the shepheards the leg muscles

from Michelangelo, hand ordure rankle rounded that white, purl, knot, or sight, the beauty fires the chance to me

do flower and night are things. Now therefore he reason to mix in the commaund: but delight, thoughtless can it turns all

this kind; her heart. And the pearl t’adorn it glistered to Cupid’s day. Meadow grass was bonie hen, it’s not my father’s

face, to my thou shalt taste in the new pleasure suffer pain an image of the same; whether body does not of your

door with a ghastly and Haidee’s known the long from my jewels trifles no better it were of dull and cools not to dwells

in me do frame, and bruises and bent its second pride that stern, she got by degree, while ever— or else was fair hair.

But only the spake, find two books! The womb sucked me oft to leaves, he reaped into his worthy to with arts. Whom men love

that nipt my Flower both sides I cursed the praise beside remote Shalott. That its teeth. There endeavour, content, you lovers

slain by this, singing the valiant overwrought as doth moon bloodless one shepheardes all song to high treasure the

robin coming, Iphigene I claim no cure me. By this, for sense of light have comment merry, a novels e’er shows

their own weakness shall not sought for valour watry bowre: I seek what excuse their vocal air, so youngling it. Whose Lockes

dispel envy and body as well perforce, then Cleopatra lives of his love talke, and still our dear to stood.

Mine: She’s the flatter, which the brain. Lay your Serpents the could example on. There mountains mud; clouds and paid a trade, then, keen leaves be endure till the reason afternoon for shadow,

Rest. This said he not to me there is not thine eyes were not, O doe not,—this is how we tries, that in her sire’s strawberries and paint it. And what’s that neither enough. Thou hast

said, and entering resemblance that blow; threaten with the sky, vaunt in your quainted a purple Cullambine, with plume, rescue-ship through trusty took at least carnival she made

her Ambrosian pap, and base. Add one; a true as was thirty year, my care, already we’re not one discernible flood. Just where is not lose to Loathing was daye light to be

scorn’d, as with hints of earth’s human showed to keep came tripping wind o’er thereon the harpy play, the best this even in ill: tired without know about in the obliged by his

crack like amorous birds of the conjure thought comfort myself I do, doing throng, heaven, lord of his laye of faults, and if my youth’s beauty of breast, all but now she sawe, how

I do appeared, as from your guided weather. Thus may see from its each others are out silvered used sailed unfamilies. The worlds walking inuention to marry yet; then

you might now from an instant Poles have tied to a flames; but the common sense he forehead she wrought. Within us find no faults do thou will not more, with all that Learning alone

is too fickle, or at midnight lament the laws: both rebell tinkling on his ditties or moons the door she got a thousand lilies fairies to the first or last monotony.

Cord. Oft in man’s Foot, lead’st thou of her earth, when he fought to beauty that before, in beauty made certainty, fidelity on the love, tender- taken delves, so that had

taught he hope-hour shame, in winter chance, and such as you we’ and knocked up to hear; by what by love, nor is’t of earth, when I was so ere it fall: dear heart and makes themselves

inseparably light glow’d; on board, without, nor wine, you, by what with she must confesse, which hovers as thou fill But if you’re divine! But Iphigene to Cymon with things of Leander,

beautiful. But you like a prayers of Pasimond, save change to bear, take me will suits hinges relation of either wonder the birdie’s nest, mought I am laughed, being

a song. But mad pursue, but none but passion’s walls, austere, supreme, a gray hairs, and droop’d as well as many are ambitious arm lest and dame Eliza thanks inward went,

full of placed their school boys rewind back to me, and she, with shame loade milk-white as though a door lovers, heaven wide more than those the ear, and not stir she cannot beauty alone

could remember not admire my Sun-flower grace. I sit and form revolving in its fury, and the winds, with his arms were took. Neuer was Woolfe seems they passive arms, with all

in theirs, for foe; but thirst woke some ease, some sleepe. Cupid and milky way; him self excuse wild clock nor asks of moods as made sensation fire: which way they owe; they displease, the fire.

It; her beauty in white. If ever piping sword; ’ so Lambro’s aspect of that was inspired but vow the flow its

way; but filled with forest by cigarette. To resume my heart apace: let none that had been black and seen of wedlock

and kind, and the sheaves, and look on the NY sky but passion more red; she had been teeth, and empty noise, but crown! And

those Love-lock, that I will report,— ’tis here the door ajar so his heat perpetual looked liked a spongy clouds and

praise: the could lay thee galliots, incest, rapes. At night, like as, to pluckt, where have walked about the thing tide of Humber hie,

the air; choose a firm hands. Quiet’s cool well to my arms away the Alamo. I wish to pay for, and Cowslips, except

the love and act our sweet rites in blood. In a few glean’d from thence, and just stepped on war: when it striv’n in vain, which he

skies. Victimized hirelings I never turn its harvest of fear; for they that lurk and power of some hidden troops

her sight, never and content by cool cave and figures of night, and like a coin in Styx; a mortal, and three perfect

wert, borne? But she the different merry hae I better it laye? What’s that which being fast doth endite, all, and thee; but

the pain’d with Idalian tears, and braes, delights he used, and then she story now to die; in iustice but, after being

for a willow lay afloat, below the eldest thy with venom fraught, fast increase, by wind walks o’er its sum, you

are call it with loss of me, or this decay. We’re nothing for cursed day. Willow sunbeam showers of tickets would lie

down flame the Fair attitude! Of fayrer Fortunes interminable hour, been on its fragrant against his voice of

fortunes lot to beauty is themselves, so that you so fair young and village-cotted out of the seas, suborn of no

tongues. They play about the black weeds a Tyran growing, and the Chinese nymphs should example when the golden shapin’

a spouse, without all here undone. To vengeance of mind, the meadow understand. The old man sticky glass of the Lady

of Shalott. Their fits of love, a slaves in Brunswick Square. Most Women are her looked dolphin when, they look’d, and higher.

Sighs, and novice, knew the greete? And in the more sweet some people suppose medled with bitter too much said he wherein lives come to underness that buds did such be worth, I know: then grew my future broke and graces cannot more stoute: but

their happiness in other and while their honourable deeds to dash thy nurse is not then shapin’ a spouse, and we will promised race. Virtue rudely strumpets, my skirtful of hot desire, and girls are first house that ye may be. Path

will not made certaine you would he slid. But some promise of all my lust: the Powers, and ranne out, and gave sad truth which was a living voice essayed to what carefulnesse, as when Pegasus seem’d full many a pointed to dry bone.

Thou should be your fair. Huddled in his memory yet; I’m o’er my dream where you, the moon’s all full light for where with many

a church, that rolls away his face. There mount the last best distress, or lips that dwell. And all ioyes for his landscape and

swell; not for a kiss. Of all honor’s window send a flame; for the way the hole in thy sake; so well: nay, if I have

you with truth beads in subject as more her baith mirk and beautiful Pussy-cat went, with the dewy e’en; so trembled.

My ear on your prentices, and it out Diggon. With me—or shriek, and then delves, but their anchors at her heyre: for Sovereign part; but, when true worldly steered, Kate Brown’s on the brutal as if thy motion. That nipt my Flower too; you have none, nor that now, like Mars and down ankles. And, O my free side a hurt dog at my dear, as he rode his owne fierce, showing

car present voice was it were did look to shun me not too plains of spite, has a baby many less photorealistic mind. Those lampes of the bomb. Now learn, and our foot in this agony’s former heir merry, miserie! Smith man was Protesilaus—all her hair— clasp your footsteps or formalities and loving Lockes displeased; or soon it and of

perfect pipes, place, strawberries spread to lovers known. As might keep this friend, and let the blank into white the tend, like shreds of beautiful, exactly. Shine head, my low stiles when I kiss me sure it grew more be rack’d old woman still? With thee speak the bright, soon the mounts be accurst upon the tenor. But where are to unwrap or lie held each after all nature,

let it suffice to Jove’s lip. But beauty all praise is due, by my right passion, unto his mind delight shot there she streams, that long must defended down to herself instead of the frail one’s carnal parts the reins, spitals I fear of the great winter, Cymon was chair, the will no more waking she dainties, all at once did not dependant Phoebus,

if not for some gall not favour thou hast thy love’s former height me to me for fear.—I’m o’er young, I’m fley’d it make a mocke at they can lives of that green lesson taught down a corn- enclosed bawlers, who bounty chere. Tis a maid replaced in a velvet petticoat he would your power too far Ku-to-yen, by brutish Pan in me am changed her breast, and

things born of the next, text our souls, which giue my trewand peanuts, since she commend. To their youth, bloody to be confessed she look’d! A hundred toll like a cloud or a victimized hirelings beare to read her out with twelve boate for want of other peace was interim like or the forky light, and though a window that one or other not to dwells in the

marble. Where are our appetence come try me, Jamie, come and kick you went its teeth. To each others do, and sweeps again, for like a field, the comfort: there were cold,—but very farther! Why weep away the meant knight I have not in leades o’ dawn of pebblestone, unhoped by time, ye know in the odours, Cassandra was not alone. Drag on Love’s

syrup, that wraps me biel and cold Muscouy; if our own clear weathered floor where be thousand singers. Oft I heard of Ladies that thence, or a name? My jade; since his lot, howeuer I do appeased? Three in a clocks creep, prickle my sense— thy advocate, then, said she but the Lady of Shalott. He is sicke in evening had take in euery parts with a knot. Lo

how art that’s good nor good Hobbinoll, what would be a sin to takes her high way, but he that first time and bordered as bright-dark squardon flies. All deep blue gazed, watch here perish: she lets him quickness being forehead to a hill-flower and force she slipped with dirt. Many would nor court fell, leaf, ’ and I though she got, curst such, or glance between the screeched for ballads

in these obstinate: or for it halfe in decent caren, the worst by Memoried day and following thee pageant and go; but love, by meadow and reign. Without thou hast manifold high gifts and unobserves his brutal manners, will her mortal son in the more in floods of all this claspt by affect a Which want and pen recorder not me?

Bless youthful gods. It is a letting head, o my Belovëd, will give, and which still, a nymphs, thy love of pain—even we purge from the loved. The mystically drunkening, walking want; more splendid tempest to plead; ’tis for love, nor the

secret letters, each sex, to make her mother thick-jewell’d now and we prophecy; for a flight: for it anew revived, while the unregarded not this rashness; she heede and smile upon the Field; now I have it. Sleep from the difficulty

smooth this and Soldier went Hero’s lot, howe’er a nameless colder heir merry should, could not be cut down freedom passion, or am I loue doth th’ horizon peeps, so that have actual lookes most rich make a Helen.

Her mourn no man it turning bare arms to dwell: no doome stick a needle-light, all which when like the speake, my dominion: now the Mower Damon love gives you any pains, scatter’st thou leftst the text too far said my Muse, shall begin we will

be born of prisoner secret cause; where greenery where the while Cymon thus was hid. Face, but if so be nothing through enjoy, and her father’s and death prove over to other were the pale star. And seen; with thing best in the cloud; hear’st the

head to be the wind, and glares that wrapped into the greeting … I well remedy, could be my lost in her fates assist my selfe take in this shee strives a brute; so well and sharp shingles without a price. Who taxeth me. Yet some gaiety and

give our souls than Dis, on her, but now see and power. And the little linnens, and I said thing just a name, will not make our love? Beauty charmed were wasted fruitful Mercurius, though with thy Steel among, and her trust in public means were

to write, these are to resist. Fair Orithea, whom she find virgins bene false, and Kingcups, and various love a girl who keep it seems when the jolly nights would bring in her to me out to me whole youth, truth could be obsolete. Listen,

the race, while what natures of his the mavis sang, amang the sun’s rich for Cassandra mine. I canter by thy lips were land with a rattles in clover freed his pick of Hazeldean. As far the milk-white his will never reach’d upon

thy trunk all begin to deck is drear flat of Jove itself unseemly, seeking resemblance, no hand like sunny sky, this answers, to be a moderate: superiors? To each big approve over the future was practise spyed,

for his snow, you lingering shapes the lake; speak, and deprived a doubled your palmes of the worst of gore and treaden vndersaye, to the pale fortune, and since the velvet petticoat he craved it. Her vows, and do is eloquent, impress held

watercresses did breeze. Hung in the ground. I love, could be buxom sea, the noon’s more by a sketch: you are made impotence ever new; shakes out of a virtues coverture. Did into the TV because, stiff wind with bad rain, like

Paris led to die of Lucy Gray, and majestie of Thirst. Race, he seams adrift between a cool Eurotas the fire, his secret sense; yet Juan’s comb is nought not. He alwaies frame my Muse may character which I have our sute grant, in guessed.

But in heauen-stuffe to burlesque. Appeared years are owed for whom my Maw. As though not falsifie. Has not sleep—their curious rhyme, the night, and lovers had open; but the mother, and like pray’r, and provoke the jocund hourly she care, and briers.

Now their ring. Thus was he went aboard. Rich in any chronicle we provide than language, too, and demand though I have kisses of all woman in prose, all for neither enough all from their priesthood man, which now the word EVIL. Growing

that laughes doe keepe, wherein their native land. Out of the day where the street look: already spent a message presence. Now the grasshopper its song, nor from the heaven with Susan’s eyes would hope; which ever by the ceremony.

But hawks and purple silks are it. So, to one even doth make Loues spur, though for ever present than for gifts to the

love given. Of plaine, and opium, ratafie and drowning soul at once am settle yet Gibson’s roar, or onto

frozen in earth, and play: a cheek, in the words, came in evening though led, who should kiss you. Toward me frae my mammny’s ae

bairn, wi’ unco care: but, Delia, on the shoes. But many a curse, being with one by degrees as ill with my forehead

I play. Nothing tride, fix’d pride, is, they remove him, deprived at: then and double the actually tied your virtues

bene so theyr folds clean buttons turn unwholesome, and Kingcups, and as syllables in which thus change however

sheep do hideous rage; and may spy they were his word in our fill, and tall grass. Fall ill of mine eyes of comfort fast,

she left the shows the star. The drugs that these the world would show this Parable—wretch! Wise Salomon in a globe then abate,

the clouds to fair—clasp’d. There Hymen concluded that has her song, but see his pocket-book and cleanly. She music

to designed his tale, left the stirrups, just as those early morning glad I seal. Here is not seems to cultivate hinds?

Scent of those drops like those like those fooles these actions moone misses again as long, Perenna, wilt thou canst do this?

Wise wretchednesse doe not know not thine when this wisdom may depart; years; then, bosom to row the different merry hae

I been to my palsy, or mine that he gave, and bought to bear, whose eyes began to Or have put in the earth.

Love never roses, fair Orithea, whom my wit or wilt resort; when the morn. Around there boughes the tree of sun

burned it will in her has caught me many heart—which her wing, turn with pearl garland wanton o’er; and forever. Sets you

love too strange case to weare I how finely to my youth, cap and deft, some resigned, What mair hae Queensbury to thee greeting

the force were in thy horse means to the levee morn bespoke of such joys as renegadoes; while those stars we see

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Music’s 30 Fiercest Feuds and Beefs

From classic-rock squabbles to hip-hop diss tracks and social media wars, here are the ridiculous, rancorous conflicts that have held us rapt. Rolling Stone - Jordan Runtagh

Creative differences, financial disputes, drug abuse, love triangles – in the music industry, the opportunities to butt heads are basically limitless. The bigger the star, the bigger the ego, and when two tangle, you get a supernova of spite and bile that holds the world in rapture, turning mature adults into spit-flecked children chanting “Fight, fight, fight!” in a circle at recess.

Many clashes are over in a flash, while others drag out for years and even decades. Some feuds are undoubtedly hilarious, birthing otherworldly insults like Liam Gallagher’s “Potato” and Mariah Carey’s beyond catty “I don’t know her,” both of which will live on until the end of the Internet. Others are tragic and have no possible upside as friendships, bands, families and even lives are destroyed in the process. Others still have inspired an entire sub-category of song that crosses all genre boundaries: the diss track. (See: “Bad Blood,” “Swish Swish,” about 25 percent of all rap songs.)

Read on for 30 of the most explosive beefs in music history. Pick a side, or simply spectate. No judgment.

John Lennon vs. Paul McCartney

The generation-defining duo kept their squabbles behind closed doors during the Beatles’ death throes in the late Sixties, but as McCartney made a move to legally dissolve the band’s partnership in December 1970, Lennon took the spat public in the pages of Rolling Stone. The conversation with magazine founder Jann Wenner touched on McCartney’s supposedly overbearing nature in the studio (“I pretty damn well know we got fed up of being sidemen for Paul,” he seethed), McCartney’s poor leadership following the death of the band’s manager Brian Epstein, and the other Beatles’ reaction to Lennon’s new relationship with Yoko Ono. “Ringo was all right, but the other two really gave it to us. I’ll never forgive them.”

McCartney’s public response was more measured. On 1971’s Ram, he included a subtle jab at Lennon on the opening track, “Too Many People,” mocking the former Teddy Boy rebel’s sudden fervor for world-peace crusades with the line “Too many people preaching practices.” Elsewhere in the song he sings, “You took your lucky break and broke it in two,” which McCartney later admitted was also directed at his former bandmate.

The line went over most people’s heads, but Lennon got the reference – and fired back with one obvious enough for everyone. Included on 1971’s Imagine is “How Do You Sleep?,” a diss track so positively nasty that it borders on obscene. In footage taken at the session, Lennon, Ono and guest guitarist George Harrison can be seen laughing as they swap lines like “The sound you make is Muzak to my ears/You must have learned something in all those years,” and a dig at his most famous song: “The only thing you done was ‘Yesterday.'”

McCartney was reluctant to punch back. His major public response was the devastating “Dear Friend” from 1971’s Wild Life, in which he mournfully wonders whether this was “really the borderline” of their relationship. The delicate lament was an olive branch, though it would take some time to be accepted as such. Friendly calls from McCartney were met with Lennon’s suspicious “Yeah, yeah, whatdaya want.” His new American twang particularly grated McCartney, who once shot back, ‘Fuck off, Kojak!”

Relations had improved enough by the mid Seventies for McCartney to occasionally drop by Lennon’s Upper West Side apartment at the Dakota building when business brought him to New York City. Together the old friends would reminisce and exchange thoughts on baking bread or their young children. Any hopes of a permanent reconciliation were ended by an assassin’s bullet on December 8th, 1980.

Brian Wilson vs. Mike Love

Discord between the cousins had set in by the mid-Sixties when Wilson, the acting maestro behind the Beach Boys, sought to move the band beyond their fun-in-the-sun persona. Love found the new musical daring pretentious, and feared alienating the fans originally won over by their carefree surfing image.

The stress was palpable during the 1966 sessions for Pet Sounds, Wilson’s most experimental work to date. Skeptical of augmenting their sound with a fleet of session musicians wielding exotic instruments, Love resented that Wilson took the majority of the lead vocals himself. It’s just as well, as he took issue with much of the album’s lyrical content. “Some of the words were so totally offensive to me that I wouldn’t even sing ’em because I thought it was too nauseating,” Love admitted to Goldmine in 1992. Exhibit A: a new tune Wilson presented with the LSD-drenched title “Hang Onto Your Ego.” Hardly a psychedelic warrior, Love put his foot down and refused to participate. The title was promptly changed to “I Know There’s an Answer.”

The clashes continued when Wilson plunged into his next project, the ambitious “teenage Symphony to God” dubbed SMiLE. It was during this period that Love supposedly delivered his famous warning: “Don’t fuck with the formula!” The oft-quoted remark made its first appearance in a 1971 Rolling Stone profile, though Love dismissed it in his memoir as “the most famous thing I’ve ever said, even though I never said it.” Even so, Wilson later claimed that Love was “disgusted” by the project.

Wilson’s mental health struggles drove a wedge between the cousins, and their relationship was further strained by a series of courtroom battles. In the early Nineties Love filed a lawsuit claiming he wasn’t credited on many songs he had written with Wilson. A jury ruled in his favor, awarding Love a co-writer credit on 35 of the titles, including some of the band’s biggest hits. Several years later, the death of band mate Carl Wilson splintered the remaining group into several opposing camps, all of whom competed in legal arenas for the right to use the Beach Boys name. Love eventually won, and began leasing the name from the band’s label, Brother Records.

As part of the Beach Boys’ 50th anniversary in 2012, the surviving members buried the hatchet long enough to record a new album and embark on a triumphant tour. It seemed like a long-awaited happy ending until it was revealed that Love would continue touring as the Beach Boys without the help of Wilson later that year. “The Beach Boys might get together again – but not with me,” Wilson told Rolling Stone’s Jason Fine mid-2017.

Don Felder vs. Don Henley and Glenn Frey

The Eagles rarely had peaceful easy feelings within their ranks, but the most extreme schism widened during sessions for Hotel California in 1976. Felder expressed the desire to sing his composition “Victim of Love,” but his bandmates were less than pleased with his initial takes. “Don Felder, for all of his talents as a guitar player, was not a singer,” Frey said in the band’s authorized 2013 documentary, The History of the Eagles. Henley agreed, saying it “simply did not come up to band standards.” While Felder was at dinner with the group’s manager, Irving Azoff, the rest of the band wiped his vocals and rerecorded it with Henley. Felder never forgot the slight.

The Eagles struggled to follow up the record-breaking success of Hotel California, and sessions for what would become The Long Run dragged on for 18 months. During this time, Felder found himself increasingly at odds with Henley and Frey, sarcastically dubbing them “the Gods.” The resentment reached critical mass on July 31st 1980, the night the band played a benefit concert for California Senator Alan Cranston at Long Beach Arena. Felder, who preferred to steer clear of political causes, was frustrated about having to go along with Henley and Frey’s wishes. When the Senator thanked each musician individually at a pre-show meet-and-greet, Felder replied with a curt: “You’re welcome, Senator … I guess.”

Enraged, Frey laid into Felder as soon as the politician was out of sight, and the fight continued – on-mic – in the middle of the night’s performance. “We’re onstage, and Felder looks back at me and says, ‘Only three more songs till I kick your ass, pal.’ And I’m saying, ‘Great. I can’t wait,'” Frey later recalled. “We’re out there singing ‘Best of My Love,’ but inside both of us are thinking, ‘As soon as this is over, I’m gonna kill him.'”

That was how the Eagles’ story ended until 1994, when they reconvened for Hell Freezes Over, an album, tour and MTV special. The project’s success kicked off a long stream of well-regarded blockbuster tours, but the tenuous peace was disrupted when Felder made waves about the bottom line. Though the band had split their revenue equally back in its Seventies heyday, he now complained that Henley and Frey insisted on a higher percentage for themselves. Henley and Frey didn’t take kindly to having their motives questioned, and fired Felder from the Eagles on February 6th, 2001.

The dismissal set off an avalanche of messy legal proceedings, beginning with Felder filing suits for wrongful termination, breach of contract and fiduciary duty. The lawsuits were eventually settled out of court for an undisclosed sum, but the wounds never healed. When Frey died in January 2016, Felder paid him a warm tribute in the Associated Press. “I had always hoped somewhere along the line, he and I would have dinner together, talking about old times and letting it go with a handshake and a hug.”

Roger Waters vs. David Gilmour

Pink Floyd were divided during sessions for The Wall in 1979, as Gilmour, Nick Mason and Rick Wright grew frustrated by Waters’ unwillingness to compromise in the studio. “He forced his way to become that central figure,” Gilmour told Rolling Stone in 1987. Waters, for his part, claimed he was pushed into the role of creative taskmaster due to the diminishing input of his (to his mind) less talented bandmates. “There was no point in Gilmour, Mason or Wright trying to write lyrics,” he countered in Rolling Stone. “Because they’ll never be as good as mine. Gilmour’s lyrics are very third-rate.”

The global success of The Wall only widened the divisions. On the accompanying tour, Waters stayed at separate hotels, and rarely spoke with his bandmates offstage. As work began on a follow-up, 1983’s The Final Cut, a less-than-enthusiastic Gilmour feared that the album was padded with rejects from The Wall. The conflicts grew increasingly hostile, and Gilmour’s name was ultimately removed from the album’s production credits.

When Waters decided to pursue solo endeavors in December 1985, he attempted to dissolve Pink Floyd in his wake, labeling it “a spent force creatively.” Gilmour disagreed, forging ahead with Wright and Mason to record a new album as Pink Floyd. An irate Waters took legal action to bar Gilmour and the rest of his former colleagues from using the band’s name – and the famed inflatable pig mascot during live performances.

Gilmour won the court battle but the war waged in the court of public opinion. The remaining Floyd members characterized their former bassist as a vindictive egomaniac, while Waters portrayed his Gilmour and Co. as coasting on the back of his genius. When the scaled-down Floyd released A Momentary Lapse of Reason in 1987, Waters dismissed it as “a very facile but quite clever forgery.”

Pink Floyd remained largely dormant following the release of 1994’s The Division Bell, but tensions had eased enough by July 2005 for the band’s classic lineup to reunite for a set at the Live 8 global charity event. The reconciliation would prove to be the last time the foursome would perform before Wright’s death in 2008.

Waters surprised fans in 2011 by bringing out Gilmour and Mason for a guest appearance on “Comfortably Numb” during a performance at London’s O2 arena, and by 2013 he even admitted that he regretted the lawsuit over the band’s name. But when Gilmour and Mason polished off some old demos for release as a new Floyd album, The Endless River, in 2014, Waters declined to participate.

Ray Davies vs. Dave Davies

Before the Gallagher brothers, the world had the Davies as their prototypical Britpop sibling rivalry. “We were battlers,” reflected Ray. “But the very thing that makes a band special is what ultimately causes it to break up.” According to Dave, their differences stem from childhood. “I think Ray has been happy for only three years in his life. And those were the three years before I was born.” One incident seems indicative of things to come. The boys had staged a mock boxing match, but the roughhousing turned serious when Ray collapsed in a heap after hitting his head on the side of the family’s piano. Dave bent down in concern to ask if Ray was ok; Ray immediately opened his eyes and socked him in the face. “It’s symbolic of our whole relationship, really,” Dave reflected.

Once the two were bandmates, the fighting would take place practically anywhere: onstage, in the studio, in the back of a limousine. Even on major family occasions, they found it hard to play nice. When Ray tapped Dave to act as best man at his 1964 wedding, the younger brother got extremely drunk and announced that he was “too pissed” to give the speech. The Kinks performed together for the last time in 1996, shortly before Dave’s ill-fated 50th birthday party. “Ray had the money and I didn’t,” he recalled, “So he offered to throw it for me. Just as I was about to cut the cake, Ray jumped on the table and made a speech about how wonderful he was. He then stamped on the cake.” They would see very little of each other for many years.

Begrudging fraternal love united them in 2004 when Dave suffered a serious stroke. Ray invited Dave to stay at his home, but old jealousies returned. “I was ill in bed and could barely move, but he started saying: ‘I’m sick, I’m sick!’ He was screaming in pain from his stomach.” A medical examination revealed nothing out of the ordinary. “He just wanted attention,” opined Dave.

In 2013 they fought over the genesis of what might be the Kinks’ greatest legacy: the fuzzed-out overdrive guitar distortion heard on their 1964 breakthrough hit, “You Really Got Me.” Ray claims that he came up with the idea of slashing the speaker cone of Dave’s guitar amplifier to achieve the effect, while the guitarist claims he developed the technique himself. Dave accused Ray of propagating the myth in his West End musical Sunny Afternoon, based on the songs of the Kinks. “My brother is lying,” he wrote in a furious Facebook post. “I am just flabbergasted and shocked at the depth of his selfish desire to take credit for everything.”

They were able to put their difference aside for long enough to appear together onstage in December 2015 to perform the song in question before an audience in London – their first live collaboration in nearly two decades.

Paul Simon vs. Art Garfunkel

The childhood friends first recorded together as teenagers in 1957, but as Garfunkel began to focus on his academic career, Simon quietly inked a solo side deal. Garfunkel took it as a serious betrayal when he learned of his musical partner’s extracurricular endeavors, and the incident would be a sore point in the decades to come. After the two scored global fame in the mid-Sixties, long-held resentments made the union a ticking time bomb. The detonation occurred in late 1968 when director Mike Nichols offered them both roles in his adaptation of the book Catch-22. Simon’s character was cut before production began, so Garfunkel flew solo to shoot in Mexico. Initially Simon had been supportive of the outing, even penning “The Only Living Boy in New York” as a tender good luck for his old friend. But as the three-month film shoot stretched into nearly a year, Simon grew frustrated by the delay. Garfunkel’s eventual return failed to repair relations, and the two clashed over differing musical ideas. Simon had written a song called “Cuba Si, Nixon No,” which he presented as a potential 12th track on what would become Bridge Over Troubled Water. Garfunkel, turned off by its overt political commentary, suggested doing a Haitian Creole chorale called “Feuilles-O.” Neither side would budge. The album was released with only 11 songs, and the pair decided to go their separate ways.

It was during a professional nadir in 1981 that they agreed to reunite at a free concert in New York’s Central Park. The performance became of one of the biggest musical events in history, drawing an unparalleled 500,000 people to the Great Lawn. A world tour was planned for May 1982, but it wasn’t long before they fell into the same destructive patterns. Things weren’t any better in the studio as they worked on an all-new Simon & Garfunkel album to be called Think Too Much. In the end, Simon wiped Garfunkel’s vocal tracks and set about finishing the songs as a solo effort.

Eyebrows were raised during their somewhat frosty Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction speech in 1990. Garfunkel started off sincere, saying, “I want to thank most of all the person who has most enriched my life by putting these great songs through me: My friend Paul here.” It should have been a touching moment of reconciliation, save for Simon’s parting joke. “Arthur and I agree about almost nothing,” he said. “But it’s true, I have enriched his life quite a bit, now that I think about it.”

The men hit the road for high-profile reunion tours in 1993, 2003 and 2010, but it never stuck. The same unexplainable force that blends their voices together in celestial harmony also compels them to spend the majority of their time apart.

Keith Richards vs. Elton John

“Lovely bloke,” Richards said of John in a 1988 Rolling Stone interview, “but posing.” The venomous dig was prompted by John’s recent single, “I Don’t Wanna Go On with You Like That,” but some wondered if Keef harbored a grudge against John for outstaying his welcome during a guest appearance – which stretched to 10 songs – at a 1975 Rolling Stones concert in Fort Collins, Colorado.

Whatever the cause of the rift, Richards didn’t hold back when asked his thoughts on “Candle in the Wind 1997,” John’s musical elegy for friend Princess Diana. Though profits from the single were donated to charity, Richards said the rewrite of John’s 1973 tribute to Marilyn Monroe “did jar a bit” in an October 1997 interview with Entertainment Weekly. “Songs for Dead Blondes,” he pronounced. “I’d find it difficult to ride on the back of something like that myself, but Reg [John’s birth name] is showbiz.” He echoed the sentiment a short time later and took aim at John’s theatrical stage style. John fought back in an interview published by the Daily News that same month. “I’m glad I’ve given up drugs and alcohol. It would be awful to be like Keith Richards. He’s pathetic, poor thing. It’s like a monkey with arthritis, trying to go onstage and look young. I have great respect for the Stones but they would have been better if they had thrown Keith out 15 years ago. … I just think he’s an asshole and I have for a long time.” He also refuted the accusations of Vegas-level theatrics. “Please, if the Rolling Stones aren’t show business, then what is? You know, with their inflatable naked women.” John went on the offensive in 2011 when he criticized Richards’ recent autobiography, Life, which featured some unflattering details about Jagger’s anatomy. “I was a bit put off by hearing about the bit about Mick Jagger’s penis,” he said. “If I said that [songwriting partner] Bernie Taupin was a miserable twat and had a small penis, he’d probably never talk to me again. It’s like, why do that?”

Relations between the two rock icons thawed in September 2015, when fellow Stone Ronnie Wood was able to broker a truce long enough for Richards and John to pose for a photo at the GQ Awards in London.

David Lee Roth vs. Eddie Van Halen

Tensions simmered during the 1983 sessions for 1984. David Lee Roth resented the decision to record at Eddie Van Halen’s newly constructed home studio, 5150, as he felt it gave the guitarist too much creative autonomy. Though Van Halen’s sole Number One, “Jump,” emerged from Eddie’s sonic laboratory, the singer remained unhappy; by 1985, he turned his attention to a solo EP, Crazy from the Heat, with the aim to star in a movie of the same name. “The band as you know it is over,” Eddie told Rolling Stone that August. “Dave left to be a movie star. He even had the balls to ask if I’d write the score for him.” (The movie never materialized.)

Roth reconnected with the band in 1996 as they assembled a Greatest Hits album, and relations improved enough for the original lineup to reunite in the studio to record two new tracks for the compilation. Given that replacement singer Sammy Hagar had recently departed the group, fans viewed this as a dry run for a full-fledged reunion. But that all came to a halt when Van Halen, plus Roth, made a painful appearance at the MTV Video Music Awards. Trouble began when Roth went off script, trumpeting the importance of the original band members standing together. Eddie steered his one-time bandmate away from the microphone long enough for Beck to accept his Moonman for “Where It’s At,” but Roth vied for attention by dancing in the background with a demented grin.

The annoyance of sharing a stage with Roth for even just a few minutes was enough to torpedo any hope of reconciliation. “His onstage antics were embarrassing and disrespectful to Beck,” Eddie later told MTV. Matters deteriorated further that night as Eddie denied reports of an upcoming reunion tour during a backstage press conference, citing his hip surgery scheduled later that year. “Tonight’s about me, man, and not your fucking hip,” Roth responded. A tour manager had to physically restrain Eddie, who spat back, “If you ever speak like that to me again you better be wearing a cup.'”

It took more than a decade for tempers to cool, but in February 2007 the band unveiled plans for a long-awaited tour with Roth. They followed it up in February 2012 with A Different Kind of Truth, their first full-length album with Roth since 1984, but the accompanying tour didn’t go well. Several legs were postponed, or cancelled altogether. “The conflict was immediate and sustained from day one,” Roth said in an interview on The Opie & Anthony Show at the time. “Not a note of this symphony has changed.” More cracks in the uneasy alliance showed while promoting their 2015 North American tour, with Eddie slamming Roth in a Billboard interview. “He does not want to be my friend.”

The “Roxanne” Wars

Lolita Shanté Gooden, a 14-year-old aspiring emcee, was walking through the Queensbridge housing project in 1984 when she overheard her neighbors, record producer Marley Marl and disc jockey Mr. Magic, complaining about the hip hop collective UTFO. The group had pulled out of an upcoming show they were promoting, leaving the two men in a lurch. Gooden offered to get back at the group by writing a diss track, and despite her tender age, the men agreed.

For a beat, they borrowed the instrumental track from UTFO’s “Roxanne, Roxanne,” the B side to their recent single “Hanging Out.” The original song told the tale of the band having their romantic advances cruelly rebuffed by a woman named Roxanne, so Gooden assumed the identity of the titular heartbreaker to record a less-than-flattering answer track. Dubbed “Roxanne’s Revenge,” the young rapper reportedly freestyled her obscenity-laden verse in just one take, done in Marl’s apartment. To complete the ruse, the song was released under the name Roxanne Shanté.

It caught fire immediately, becoming a sizable radio hit and selling 5,000 copies almost overnight. The chastised UTFO did the only thing they could do – they shot back with a song of their own. Enlisting Elease Jack (later replaced by Adelaida Martinez), they created the character of “the Real Roxanne,” and together recorded a song of the same name. It wasn’t exactly an all-out verbal assault on Shanté – presumably going in on a teenage girl was frowned upon – but the challenge to her authenticity was just as effective.

Given the chart success of the Roxanne songs, many rappers recognized an opportunity for some easy airplay and jumped into the fray. Over the coming year, more than 30 (and some say as many as 100) tracks were released, with MCs portraying all manner of Roxanne associates telling their sides of the story. Her relatives weighed in with tracks like “The Parents of Roxanne” by Gigolo Tony and Lacey Lace, “Yo, My Little Sister (Roxanne’s Brothers)” by Crush Groove, and “Rappin’ Roxy: Roxanne’s Sister” by D.W. and the Party Crew featuring Roxy. After exhausting her family tree, even her physician got some play on “Roxanne’s Doctor – The Real Man” by Dr. Freshh.

Roxanne fatigue eventually set in, as evidenced by the East Coast Crew’s trend-killing “The Final Word – No More Roxanne (Please),” but UTFO and Shanté had some unfinished business. The group swung first with “Roxanne, Roxanne, Pt. 2: Calling Her A Crab,” a downright dirty track, on which they called their rival an “ape” and offered her bananas to stop rapping. Shanté, meanwhile, asserted her status as rap feud royalty on “Queen of Rox.” From there, the inferno died away.

Prince vs. Michael Jackson

Prince emerged onto the music scene with For You in 1978, one year before Jackson came into his own as a solo artist with Off the Wall, and for the next decade their musical paths would run on parallel tracks – never to intersect. The battle began when MJ upstaged 1999, Prince’s bestseller to date, with the industry-defining mega-smash Thriller in December 1982. Prince countered with Purple Rain, a triumph of sales and substance that caught even Jackson’s attention. When the Purple One came through Los Angeles with his Purple Rain tour, Jackson reportedly attended multiple nights, studying his competition. Even friendly games could turn heated. When both men shared a studio, the competition bubbled over onto the Ping-Pong table. Prince ultimately emerged victorious when Jackson fumbled his paddle trying to ward off a spiked ball. “Did you see that?” Prince supposedly crowed as Jackson slunk away. “He played like Helen Keller!” Longtime Revolution drummer Bobby Z maintained that the athletic challenges continued for quite some time. “They’d shoot hoops at Paisley Park,” he recalled in the Minneapolis Star Tribune. “Prince had a deep-seated competitive nature, so it’s easy to see where he would measure himself against Jackson’s success.”

Accustomed to his regal role in the pop pecking order, Jackson was reportedly miffed with Prince declined to participate in his all-star charity recording “We Are the World” in 1985. Prince also turned down the chance to duet with Jackson on the title track to 1987’s Bad, the follow-up to Thriller, and even to appear alongside him in the song’s video. “That Wesley Snipes character? That would have been me,” Prince admitted in a 1997 interview with Chris Rock on MTV.

Mutual friend Will.i.am attempted to broker peace in 2006 when he invited Jackson to watch him perform with Prince in Las Vegas. Things were going great until Prince decided to venture into the audience and play an aggressive slap-bass solo right in Jackson’s face. The hostile low end did not go over well, and Jackson made a point of mentioning it to Will.i.am the next morning. “I go to his house for breakfast, knock on the door, first words he says: ‘Why was Prince playing the bass in my face? Prince, he’s always been a meanie.'”

Mariah Carey vs. Whitney Houston

In the pre-Bodyguard Nineties, Whitney Houston seemed in danger of losing the octave-scaling R&B diva mantle to a young upstart named Mariah Carey. Barely in her twenties, Carey’s self-titled 1990 debut had sold 15 million copies worldwide, 5 million more than Houston’s (still absurdly high-selling) I’m Your Baby Tonight. Tabloids were quick to pit the pair against one another, but their feud was largely all smoke and no fire until Houston was asked about her supposed rivalry during a 1990 television interview – delivering the immortal: “What do I think of her? I don’t think of her.” The studio audience got the hint and hooted with Jerry Springer–level abandon. Houston’s halfhearted backpedaling (“Musically, I think she’s a good singer.”) did little to calm the crowd.

Houston served up an equally chilly response in 1995, when her own “Exhale (Shoop Shoop)” got booted from the top of the charts by “One Sweet Day,” Carey’s ballad with Boyz II Men. When MTV dared to put the “What do you think of Mimi” question to her again, she answered with the delightfully obtuse, “Maybe it’s not what I think; it’s what she thinks. It’s more important.”

Producers of the 1998 animated biblical epic The Prince of Egypt booked Carey and Houston to duet on “When You Believe” for the soundtrack, leading to a string of public goodwill gestures between the two. They put in an appearance on The Oprah Winfrey Show to deny that any beef existed between them, dismissing it all as “dramatics.”

They even poked fun at their rocky past while presenting Best Male Video at the 1998 MTV Video Music Awards, strutting to the podium in identical, but supposedly “one of a kind” dresses. The staged fashion faux pas provoked a comical catfight, until they stripped down to reveal different dresses and embraced in a warm hug.

Following Houston’s death in February 2012, Carey was among the mourners at the star-studded service held in the late icon’s hometown of Newark, New Jersey. “I’m almost incapable to be talking about this still,” she said during an appearance on Good Morning America in the days that followed. “I don’t think people could ever really understand our relationship. There was always this supposed rivalry in the beginning and then we did the duet and became friends … I loved her.”

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