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scudmcphuck · 10 months

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"The End of 'Nothing'" - Ink Pen on Bristol Paper - 2023

Scud and Bonnie face extinction, and global f*scism (respectively). Lots in this one... vent art (technically)

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Bonus points if you can read the lyrics I carved into the negative spaces.

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chriscdcase95 · 8 months

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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: D.E.B.S. (2004), Ginger Snaps (Movies), Carmilla (Web Series), The Craft (Movies 1996 2020)

A prequel to "Love's Sacrifices" and the upcoming "Still Here Breathing".

While Amy's friends are assigned to this mission, they are reluctantly joined by a girl doing what she can to escape the curse taking hold of her life. What they don't know is there are people waiting for them at Silas, including a coven of witches who have yet to pick any sides.

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Drawing the Lines (Part Three): is up!

For context, this is the final part of a chapter I had to split into three different parts due to length issues. Here are the links to parts one and two.

Reading all three parts is well over three hours, which is longer than the individual movies included in this crossover. A lot of this was ready back in September, but there were a few segments I had to finish up. Mainly the Lucy and Amy stuff.

We are also nearing the end of this crossover, with two chapters left. Maybe three, but that's depending on if I want the epilogue to be part of the climax chapter.

The past three chapters were a lot more action oriented and horror oriented; with its main focus being on an excavation within the old D.E.B.S Academy on the Silas Campus, and when they awaken the monster sleeping within. In fact, the second part focuses mostly on Janet, Max and Dominique, and the monster I've been hyping up throughout the story.

We also catch up with Carmilla and what she's been doing on her vacation; and with that, we also get to a character I've been meaning to introduce for a while. One of the reasons this took me so long to write is because I had a hard time writing Carmilla hooking up with a character not named Laura Hollis.

In this period of her life, I write Carmilla as having hookups and flings, but nothing as serious as with Laura. With that said, who she hooked up with will turn out to be important in Still Here Breathing.

I must reiterate that these three chapters have a more horror and action angle, so Content Warning: these chapters feature extreme violence, horror imagery and mild gore. The body count rises exponentially, you'd almost forget this is a D.E.B.S crossover. Now I’m not normally edgy for the sake of it, but this is more just the result of me applying Ginger Snaps tone to this work,

Part three also features nudity and mild sexual content; nothing too long, graphic or gratuitous, but this story has a mature rating for a reason.

Having said all that, I don't know if the last two chapters will be up by December, as I'm trying to put more focus on Unlife is Strange and Love's Sacrifices in the meantime. Though I am also looking forward to wrapping this story up.

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thehyperrequiem · 1 year

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Cartoon Creature Story (Toy Story Tetralogy) parody cast

Spike (My little Pony) as Young Andy Davis

Ember (My little Pony) as Mrs. Davis

Knight Cookie (Cookie Run) as Woody

Almond Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) as Buzz

Princess Cookie (Cookie Run) as Bo-Peep

Latte Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) as Jessie

Wambus Troubleham (Bugsnax) as Mr. Potato Head

Triffany Lottablog (Bugsnax) as Mrs. Potato Head

The Hydrac (Balan Wonderworld) as Rex

Eis Glover (Balan Wonderworld) as Himself/Rex's Human Partner

Dribble (With Spitz as Extra) (Warioware) as Slinky Dog

Optimus Prime (Transformers Animated) as Sarge

Autobots (Transformers Animated) as Green Army Men

Dr. Crygor (Warioware) as Hamm

Garble (My Little Pony) as Sid Phillips

Smolder (My Little Pony) as Hanna Phillips

Flurry Heart (My Little Pony) as Molly Davis

Courage (Courage the Cowardly Dog) as Buster the Dog

Cake Wolf (Cookie Run Kingdom) as Scud

Door Entities (Roblox Doors) as Sid's Toys

Filbo Fiddlepie (Bugsnax) as Himself/Andy's Mayor Toy

Various Cartoon Characters as Andy's Toys, Al's Toy Barn Toys, Sunnyside Toys, and Antique Store/Lost Toys

Squid Ink Cookie (Cookie Run) as Wheezy

Affogato Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) as Stinky Pete

Henry Stein (Bendy Series) as Utility Belt Buzz

Ink Bendy (Bendy Series) as Emperor Zurg

Bowser (Mario) as Al

Centaurman (Megaman 6) as Bullseye

Cookimals (Cookie Run) as Little Green Men

Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) as Barbie

Mike (Warioware) as Himself/Hamm's Robot Friend

Spyro (Spyro Series) as Teen Andy Davis

Luna (My Little Pony) as Pre-Teen Molly Davis

King K. Rool (Donkey Kong) as Lotso

Pesci (JJBA Part 5) as Big Baby

Monty Gator (FNaF Security Breach) as Twitch

Hardman (Megaman 3) as Chunk

Sparkman (Megaman 3) as Sparks

Madeleine Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) as Ken

Gwess (JJBA Part 6) as Stretch

Wormsworth (Balan Wonderworld) as The Monkey

Abbacchio (With Moody Blues as an Extra) (JJBA Part 5) as Chatter Telephone

Floofty Fizzlebean (Bugsnax) as Bookworm

Scootaloo (My Little Pony) as Bonnie Anderson

Mane Allgood (My Little Pony) as Mrs. Anderson

Jimmy T. (Warioware) as Buttercup

Eclair Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) as Mr. Pricklepants

Cuckoo (Balan Wonderworld) as Trixie

Sana Hudson (Balan Wonderworld) as Herself/Trixie's Human Partner

Roxanne Wolf (FNaF Security Breach) as Dolly

Oliver, Jorge, and Mya (Poptropica) as Peas-in-a-pod

Weather Report (JJBA Part 6) as Chuckles the Clown

Wes Blumarine (JJBA Part 6) as Chuckles the Clown (Backstory)

Anasui, Emporio, Hermes, FF, and Jolyne (JJBA Part 6) as Themselves/Chuckles’s new friends

Penny (Warioware) as Herself/Hamm's Granddaughter

Doris-1 (Warioware) as Herself/Penny's Robot Companion

Glamrock Freddy (FNaF Security Breach) as Toronto

Diamond Tiara (My Little Pony) as Daisy

Gappy (JJBA Part 8) as Forky

Nudist Beach members (Kill la Kill) as Combat Carls

Mixmaster and Scrapper (Transformers Animated) as Ducky and Bunny (Their Bayverse Counterparts as Giant Ducky and Giant Bunny)

Schwarzwälder (Cookie Run) as Axel

Pumpkin Pie Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom) as Gabby Gabby

Daddy Cakelegs and Baby Cakelegs (Bugsnax) as Bensons

Gyro Zeppeli (JJBA Part 7) as Duke Caboom

Johnny Joestar (JJBA Part 7) as Himself/Duke Caboom's Partner

Lulu (Warioware) as Officer McDimples

Yasuho (Jjba Part 8) as Knifey

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wednesdaysxreaders · 4 years

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about me

tags for reach

so i’ve been wanting to make one of these for years. and now here i am.

i take x reader requests, but my first couple of posts might be scenes from various fics of mine to gain awareness. i’d prefer to write for underrated characters but i’ll absolutely do more popular characters as well. i’ll take smut requests but i can’t guarantee they’ll be good and not awkward lol.

also please please please be specific when sending in requests 🖤

fandoms i’ll write for can be found under read more (plus characters i’m eager to write).

keep in mind i’ll write for other characters as well these are just personal favorites of mine

marvel (mcu/netflix/fox/sony/blade/etc)

hank mccoy

alex summers

raven darkholme

kraglin obfonteri

frank castle

joshua “scud” frohmeyer

asm/ps4 peter parker

asm/ps4/raimi harry osborn

dc (dceu/dcau/cw/older films like burtonschumacher batman/etc)

wally west (arrowverse)

rory regan (arrowverse)

rene ramirez (arrowverse)

thea queen

roy harper

jason todd

helena bertinelli

harley quinn

diana prince

cisco ramon

conner kent

star trek (preferably aos)

pavel chekov

leonard mccoy

nyota uhura

spock

star wars (original/prequel/au sequel)

luke skywalker

anakin skywalker

poe dameron

rey skywalker

finn

din djarin

ezra bridger

kanan jarrus

teen wolf

brett talbot

liam dunbar

scott mccall

isaac lahey

lydia martin

allison argent

derek hale

malia hale

the vampire diaries

jeremy gilbert

stefan salvatore

katherine pierce

rebekah mikaelson

tyler lockwood

matt donovan

bonnie bennett

caroline forbes

supernatural

jack kline

twilight

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

bella swan

emmett cullen

jasper cullen

jacob black

resident evil

leon s kenney

claire redfield

ada wong

jill valentine

carlos oliveira

piers nivans

jake mueller

(fear) the walking dead

carl grimes

daryl dixon

benjamin

siddiq

glenn rhee

maggie rhee

beth greene

enid

nick clark

alicia clarke

z nation

10k

roberta warren

addy carver

cassandra

the 100

jasper jordan

john murphy

raven reyes

teenage mutant ninja turtles (bayverse)

raphael

april o’neil

stranger things

steve harrington

jonathan byers

robin buckley

death note

mail jeevas/matt

mihael keehl/mello

nate river/near

misa amane

touta matsuda

l lawliet/l

black butler

soma asman kadar

agni

mey-rin

finnian

bardroy

grell suttcliffe

my hero academia

touya todoroki

tomura shigaraki

jin bubaigawara

shota aizawa

keigo takami

shoto todoroki

demon slayer

kyojuro rengoku

tengen uzui

tomioka giyu

mitsuri kanroji

tokyo revengers

ken ryuguji

manjiro sano

keisuke baji

percy jackson

annabeth chase

friday the 13th

tommy jarvis

until dawn

josh washington

sam giddings

mike munroe

mr robot

elliot alderson

darlene alderson

buffy the vampire slayer

william pratt/spike

buffy summers

willow rosenberg

cordelia chase

faith lehane

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis

darry curtis

dallas winston

it (adult losers preferred)

adult!stanley uris

the last of us

ellie williams

dina

terminator

john connor

harry potter

neville longbottom

ron weasley

fred weasley

george weasley

luna lovegood

hermione granger

draco malfoy

ginny weasley

transformers (bayverse + prime)

mikaela banes

cade yeager

jack darby

charlie watson

shadowhunters

jace herondale

isabelle lightwood

clary fray

pacific rim

raleigh becket

mako mori

jake pentecost

amara namani

misc

tomb raider

the magnificent seven

game of thrones

bones

criminal minds

kick-ass

mtv scream

the vampire chronicles

now you see me

the umbrella academy

saw

american horror story

there’s most definitely more but these are all i have documented somewhere. if you don’t see something here, don’t hesitate to ask!

now, onto characters i absolutely will not write for reasons i won’t specify (unless you really want to know, then i suppose you could ask).

kylo ren

armitage hux

negan

pennywise

jason voorhees

freddy krueger

michael myers

tate langdon

marius de romanus

thanos

transformers x human (the concept makes me uncomfortable, but if you really want it, i might consider it)

billy hargrove

theo raeken

peter hale

the bowers gang

enji todoroki

also any requests for canonly gay characters will be written with the proper gender reader in mind

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austennerdita2533 · 6 years

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A/N: This is my contribution to the final Klaroline Vaycay Exchange for the lovely @3tinkgemini. Thanks for a fantastic exchange everyone!

Summary: Klaus and Caroline were young, impetuous, and deeply in love when they married. But now, six years later, they're estranged for reasons that've caused her to flee from the first home they built together and him to retreat into his art and his grumpy, reclusive ways. What happens when she turns up back in Virginia on a whim? Can he convince her to stay?

(All Human + Sweet Home Alabama AU + Humor + Light Angst)

(FF.net)(A03)

Enjoy!

xx Ashlee Bree

Klausabama Peaches

The crunch of car tires filled the air.

Blue eyes widened in uncertainty then narrowed in anticipation from where a man stood, rigid, behind the screen door of a large enclosed porch. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, expression teetering somewhere between fraught and restless as he watched a fancy car jostle down the bumpy lane toward his home slower than a snail. Jagger bushes and low-drooping branches scuffing its sides all the way.

The weedy drive was tricky to maneuver by vehicle. Divots and overgrown foliage cluttered all sides, all angles, making steering both slow and laborious. Worse, it was a purposeful landscape he’d pruned in a buck wild fashion a few years back so that the locals gave him privacy. Or better yet, stayed away.

Most people had interpreted this want of seclusion as artistic in nature, or as a part of his “creative process” for the renown commissions he earned in cultural hubs all over the world, so they let him fester there, crankily, on his own much of the time. Refraining from bothering him for anything besides town improvement donations or Halloween. The latter inconvenience, in particular, was a consequence of the town kids glorifying him into a snarling spectre-like legend who only the “daring” or “brave” visited for candy to see if they could survive his wrath before he sliced their ding-dong-ditch feet at the tendon. A Disturb Me and Die sign flapping from his gate in warning all 365 days.

It’s how the property had acquired the name Klausabama in the first place: for both its southern outskirt location and its sequestered, testy owner who disliked company, concern, or cute and curious new faces.

But a select few - his siblings, mostly - knew that this place was so much more to him than a private island of artistic virtuoso. It was where his mind replayed every memory, every moment. It was where his heart lived and ached…

Still toiling over the lovely life he’d nearly had, then lost all the same.

His happiness had tipped over an edge just out of reach for reasons that’d seemed ludicrous and unjust to him then; and, now, felt like a punishment that would never end. That is, until Rebekah called him yesterday.

“You what?” Klaus had growled into the phone, smeared in an array of colors from fingers to bicep. “When? Why now?”

“How the bloody hell should I know!? It’s not like there’s a low-jack stamped to her ass, Nik. But soon. Probably within the next day or so,” she said.

“Never low-jack a gal’s bum without permission or else she’ll grow sore with you,” Kol piped in from somewhere in the background.“I’m afraid I learned that one the hard way myself.”

“You don’t say,” Klaus replied drily. He rubbed at his pounding temples. Then blinked to appease the burning in his eyes, which were bloodshot from lack of sleep and too much bourbon.“Please tell me our brother’s infantile charms weren’t wasted on her today at least, Rebekah? May God grant me that one reprieve.”

“Thankfully, no,” his sister replied.

“Oi! That’s judgmental, you prats!”

“Not if it’s true, idiot,” Rebekah hissed.

“Careful,” Kol said in a mischievous lilt, the crinkling laughter around his mouth almost audible from half a world away. “Those are fighting words.”

“Oh, don’t you dare! Stay away from me with that! Do something, Enzo,“ she begged, “stop him, stop him!”

There was some banging commotion on the other end of the line then—a slap or two followed by some whispering, a shriek, dropped silverware, scudding chairs, and a threat of castration if he “pinched her there again.” All of which was punctuated by Kol and Enzo’s uproarious chuckling.

After a few more moments of this, the three of them now more than a little short of breath, Rebekah shushed them so she could resume her conversation with Klaus, who was growing more and more impatient the longer he waited for an explanation.

“Continue, please,” he said at last. “I haven’t got idle time to waste.”

“Too busy thinking the day away, are you, mate?” Enzo said tauntingly.

“Talk, sister,” he demanded.

“The gist of it is this: I bumped into her at Fashion Week in Paris. We chatted about her new I Fancy You clothing label then went to a late lunch at that café off the Seine you love so much…where I may or may not have mentioned that you’d turned into the most peevish, miserable, hopeless recluse alive since The Event. Which you have,” she added honestly, also a little guiltily.

“Then, before I knew it, something seemed to click in her head because she was throwing plastic at the bill, intent as a bloody hawk on catching the next flight there. Straight away.”

“So, essentially that means—”

“It means I’d buckle up if I were you, Klausy,” Enzo had warned seconds before the call went dead, “because the ball and chain is on her way…”

The red convertible rolled to a stop in the gravel drive at the same moment Klaus stepped out onto the back porch landing and into the pale sunshine of a late September morning. Scratching at his day five stubble with a paint-splotched hand, he leaned his left hip against the stair post, rested an elbow against the white railing, then watched as a pair of long bare legs footed in Monolo Blahninks climbed out of the driver’s seat.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my long lost Mystic peach herself back from the City of Lights! Howdy there,” Klaus said in squinted greeting, a hand over his brow like a visor. “And to what do I owe this overdue pleasure, peaches?”

Scowling up at him, Caroline threw her purse over her shoulder. The car door slammed behind her. “You know I hate it when you call me that.”

“Oh? Since when?” he said.

“Since always. I’m not from Georgia.”

“My apologies then,” Klaus said with a bow of his head, lingering over the last word in the provoking drawl she once knew like a second language, “peaches.”

“God, and to think I haven’t had to deal with infuriating nicknames for years now.”

“Is that so?” A smirk slid across Klaus’s lips, and although it was meant to appear complacent and unbothered, it came out feeling rather stiff. “How many, I wonder? Shall we count them out loud together?”

“Let’s not.”

They were no longer talking about nicknames, and Caroline knew it. Still, he raised a hand and rattled them off his fingers, anyway.

“One year…two years…three, four, five…six.”

“Look—”

“What? Do you want the days, months, and hours, too?” he asked.

Frustrated, Caroline’s hand curled harder around her purse straps.

“Listen—” She ran her tongue across her bottom row of teeth, grunting out a tight smile as she tramped through the backyard grass toward a cobblestone sidewalk. “How about we cut the rustic charm and cluelessness, okay? It’ll make this whole process a lot easier on the both of us,” she said.

“Sorry, darlin’, but I reckon I don’t know what ‘this process’ is supposed to mean. Care to elaborate?”

“No. Not when we both know it’s pointless and unnecessary.”

“Well, shucks, you got me there, dumplin’,” he said with a rap of his knuckles against the railing as she approached.

“Oh my God, would you knock it off with the lame southern endearments and dropped consonants already!?” Caroline asked with a barely repressed huff.

“Naw. What for, sweetheart?”

“I mean, seriously, Klaus. Stop pretending like you don’t know why I’m here. Katherine and Bonnie already told me Rebekah phoned ahead.”

“You quite liked those endearments once upon a time, if I’m not mistaken, love,” Klaus said, redirecting the conversation to avoid the brunt of this reunion a little while longer. His bravado mask slipped a little with the clench of his jaw, however; and with the slight downturn of his mouth. Voice rawing slightly, “What’s changed?”

Caroline paused on the sidewalk. Her brow arched, but her head was heavy with some emotion hidden behind her designer sunglasses as she tilted it up to look at him.

“Nothing,” she said. Sighing, her arms rose then fell back against her sides with a hollow laugh. “Everything.”

“How contradictory.”

Klaus peered down with crossed arms as she approached the stairs, his gaze roving over the little Parisian dress she wore and how it clung to her hips in all the right places. The fabric was made out of a sheer icy blue, sharp seams, and was as daring as a glacier in v-neck plunge. Sleeveless and tapered just above the knee, it was striking and bright yet elegant in a way that almost seemed to refract the light as she moved toward him. Prickly beams of watery gold cascaded down her legs, dancing across her tiny waist to shine the ground near her feet. Shimmering in aura around her.

The fitted skirt rippled slightly higher and higher up her thighs with each step forward, making him nostalgic for those old college days when their love was young and still untested enough for his fingers to graze her skin through the holes of her worn-out patchwork jeans in stolen moments in the art studio, during Black and White night at the dilapidated drive-in theater down the road, after particularly violent arguments about the future with his stepfather, Mikael; then later, in quiet moments before dawn when she was bent over their kitchen table covered in yards and yards of vibrant fabric because she was too inspired to sleep. It made him hungry for the opportunity to lift these new ritzy designs off her body with his thumbs, then shred the brands into no-name buttons with the gentle nipping of his teeth. He wanted to zip his way down and across Caroline’s body so she’d remember it all. Everything.

But especially…he especially wanted her to remember how well they’d always fit together. And how they still would.

Klaus would feel more at ease right now if he knew he could keep her stilettos from puncturing his gut if she decided to resist what lay between them again. If he only knew she wouldn’t kick him and run off with his heart today.

“First off, you’re British,” Caroline continued, her heels clicking up step after step until she reached the landing where he waited, “so your fake accent is disorienting. Second, you and I both know southern slang isn’t part of your pretentious Cambridge vocabulary. And third, you know damn well why I’m here so cut. the. freaking. crap.”

“I beg your pardon, love, but this is how simple, settled, country boys talk,” Klaus countered as he ushered her through the screen door. It swung shut like an old chapter behind them: with a well-worn creak. “Or perhaps you’ve been gone too long to remember, hm?”

“Last I checked, so-called simple country boys didn’t live on sprawling multimillion dollar plantations in Virginia, either. But, hey, what do I know?” she said with a trite laugh, gesturing at the main house across the way.

“You’re the one who wanted a spacious vacation home in your hometown, if I recall.”

“Point being?”

“No point. Just relaying a fact.”

“Smart ass,” she muttered under her breath.

With his mouth bent near her golden head Klaus pressed a hand against the small of her back and drank in her familiarly strange scent as they crossed through the kitchen. Then into a sunroom which sat facing a quaint dock and a silvery green lake.

“I’m afraid six years away would smog even the most fashionable of brains, truth be told. It’s simply surprising to me you remembered our old address is all,” Klaus remarked pointedly.

“Yes, well, you look no hungrier than when I last saw you,” Caroline said glazing over his last comment. “Though you’re in desperate need of a good shave.”

“You mean before you left that ‘gone grocery shopping’ post-it, hopped on a plane to New York, then phoned to say you were never coming home?”

“Maybe.” She appraised him cooly from head-to-foot, running her hand through his scraggly beard before she thought better of it and realized touching him was no good. Not when she couldn’t disguise the hitch of her breath, anyway. “By the way, when is the last time you took a razor to your face?” she asked.

“Not all artists must starve or shave, Caroline, but I assure you most of us suffer all the same,” Klaus replied as he leaned into her touch. He’d quite missed the warmth of her palm, the softness of her skin, so he wasn’t eager for it to melt away so soon.

“Meaning you?”

“Me more than most, I’d wager.”

She scoffed, but it didn’t match the flicker of woe on her face.

“So you say, Mikaelson.”

“Look around if you don’t believe me,” he said with a wave.

Clonking against his shoulder then, rolling her eyes (albeit a little distractedly), she veered away to circle a coffee table that was cluttered with canvases, paint brushes, and sculpture clay. She ran her fingers across his half-finished creations, sifted through a few balled-up sketches of her face and dark-themed paintings pocked in loneliness with a creased forehead and a contrite smile, clearing her throat before he could dissect the plaintiveness of her movements. Then she plopped down into an old rocker, her purse on her lap.

“You always were dramatic, weren’t you?”

A manila folder appeared in her hand. Clearing a space, Caroline set it on the surface between them. Sliding it toward him with her index finger.

“Stubborn, too,” she added as she flipped to the signature page.

“Ah, yes. Says the woman - my darling estranged wife—” Klaus said while he dragged a chair across the floor, slamming it, and himself, down into it in a backward straddle with a growl, “who’s decided to blow through my door like a tumbleweed after over half a decade away. But go on. Continue to call me stubborn and dramatic, by all means.”

“You knew where I was, Klaus. Why I had to—”

“Why you had to go, yes,” he finished for her gruffly, compressing his lips.

Nodding, refusing to look up, Caroline tucked a curl roughly behind her ear while she tore through the pockets of her handbag in search of a pen. “Good. I’m glad you understand.”

“Perhaps I do, perhaps I don’t. It doesn’t matter since I cannot sign these today. I just—” Sighing, his two front teeth scraped over his bottom lip. He lifted his shoulders in a weary shrug as he stood to grab and tuck the divorce papers under his armpit. “I won’t do it. I’m sorry.”

Caroline’s hands ceased their jittery rummaging for a moment when he uttered these words. Her eyes flicked to his face like a dart in exacting scrutiny and curiosity, her handbag slipping from her lap to the floor with a resounding thud.

“You have no choice. It’s…it’s why I came back here,” she said.

“Is it?” Quizzical, Klaus tilted his head to fix her with a look. “Is it truly?”

“Of course it is! It’s not like I wanted to do this in person or anything, okay? I mailed and re-mailed those documents to you a good two dozen times,” Caroline exclaimed a little too forcefully, her voice cracking. Emotion climbing so high between them she sprang to her feet in front of him. “But as usual, like the selfish stubborn bastard you know you are sometimes, you gave me no choice but to come back here to face you, didn’t you? No choice at all.”

“No need to lie, sweetheart.”

“Excuse me!?”

“You wanted to see me again. I see it in your eyes,” he said, “I hear it in the way your pulse thumps when you think I’m about to touch you.”

“Don’t,” Caroline responded hoarsely. Shaking her head, pain stinging the corners of her eyes now, she raised a hand between them almost in barrier. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what, peaches? Be honest?” Stepping forward, Klaus reached out a hand to brush a fallen curl off her cheek to which she reacted with a sniff. With a leaning-in sigh. “I can feel how much you miss me.”

“I said don’t,” she pleaded.

There was so much hollow frustration and anger tied up in tenderness when Caroline looked at him here that it was difficult to tell what she wanted more: to kiss him or to kill him? Which, oddly enough, made Klaus breathe a little easier (it made him want to chuckle, frankly) because this felt familiar somehow. It was much closer to the-tempestuous-girl-in-denial meets the-persistent-yet-emotionally-damaged boy they’d both been when they first met as teenagers at George Mason University. He, a sophomore exchange student from Cambridge studying art and business; she, a small-town freshman on scholarship for business and marketing with minors in communications and design.

This, right now, was how their relationship had always functioned in the past. Teetering on the edge somewhere between passion, pain, and promises yet to be made. In a weird way, it was comforting to know that hadn’t changed. Except, today, they’d finally reached an impasse she wouldn’t be able to navigate around.

(Not for much longer, at any rate.)

“Mikael might have poisoned your mind with lies about me, about us and our impetuous marriage at ages 20 and 21 respectively,” Klaus continued, “but I never wanted anything he offered. Not my trust fund…not a job at his corrupt company…nothing. Don’t you understand I would’ve slain the whole bloody world to make you happy, to bolster the fashion dreams you were determined to pursue regardless of what that damned man plotted against me? Don't you know I’d follow you anywhere? That I’d fight forever to give you everything you want?”

Standing and retreating toward the window, Caroline’s tears pooled against her lashes as she lifted her wobbling chin to say, “I don’t—I don’t understand what you…”

Without hesitation, Klaus slid the divorce papers out from under his arm and ripped them in halves, then in quarters, then in eighths last to show her how much he meant this. It wasn’t a crime to need her then, and it sure as hell wasn’t a crime to need her now, so he let the vulnerability he hated so much sprinkle onto the hardwood with those unsigned documents like snow. Crunching them beneath the tread of his shoes while he lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m saying I meant my vows. All I wanted was you back then, peaches,” he explained, heart in his throat, “I’m saying I still do. Isn’t it obvious by now that this is the kind of truth that won’t change no matter what? Can’t you see, can’t you feel how much I still adore you?”

Caroline couldn’t bring herself to answer him; she couldn’t speak. But when she next moved, her tears mixed with the crushing rush of her arms around his middle made the words ‘I do’ superfluous, anyway.

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KANYE WEST & JAY Z : L'HISTOIRE DES 2 MEILLEURS AMIS DU RAP

Voilà plus de deux décennies déjà qu’ils vivent la plus passionnée des bromances…

Que serait le rap du 21ème siècle sans Jay Z et Kanye West ?

Pas nécessairement nés pour s’entendre, l’ancien dealeur du Marcy Project et le fils de la classe moyenne chicagoane ont pourtant su dix ans durant jouer la carte de la complémentarité pour dominer toutes les catégories statistiques de la scène mainstream.

Après, c’est devenu un brin plus compliqué, avec un Jay de plus en plus concentré sur les chiffres et un Kanye de plus en plus en proie à ses démons. Reste que là où neuf fois sur dix ce genre d’histoire d’amitié se termine en eau de boudin, ils ont réussi à maintenir le cap.

Sûrement moins potes qu’à leur début, mais toujours encore potes, Yeezy et Hov’ n’ont pas fini de défrayer la chronique.

Streaming, Kardashian, tueurs à gage, élections de présidents… revivez les temps forts de cette relation à part.

2000 : les préliminaires

Producteur débutant dans la seconde moitié des années 90, Kanye West voit sa carrière prendre une nouvelle tournure quand Beanie Siegel fait appel à ses services pour ouvrir son premier album, The Truth.

Signé chez Roc-A-Fella, ce dernier lui présente alors son patron Jay Z pour qui il concocte This Can’t Be Life, la cinquième piste de son cinquième album, The Dynasty: Roc La Familia.

Certifiée classique depuis, cette instrumentale soulful en diable qui sample I Miss You de Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes et Xxplosive de Dr. Dre lui vaut de se tailler un début de réputation… pas forcément très flatteur.

Dans l’ombre de Just Blaze qui à cet instant T est le producteur numéro 1 du label, la rumeur veut que « quand tu ne peux te le payer, tu as Kanye à la place ».

2001 : la fusion

Cette étiquette de second couteau de luxe ne lui colle cependant pas longtemps à la peau.

Désireux de donner une nouvelle couleur musicale à son rap, Jay Z pose sur quatre de ses instrus sur le pharaonique Blueprint, un album immédiatement considéré comme un game changer.

À la manœuvre sur les meilleurs morceaux (le Scud anti-Nas Takeover/le single Izzo/la pépite Ain’t No Love), Kanye peut commencer à se prendre au sérieux.

2002 : la confirmation

Poursuivant sur sa lancée, le duo se retrouve sur deux titres, ’03 Bonnie de Clyde qui inaugure officieusement la romance entre Jay et Beyoncé, mais aussi, et ce serait criminel de ne pas le rappeler, la tuerie Guess Who’s Back, qui comme This Can’t Be Life réunit Jay-Jay, Beanie Siegel et Scarface, tous en forme olympique.

2003 : Yeezy ! Yeezy ! Yeezy !

Consécration ultime, lors de l’enregistrement du Black Album, Jay Z gratifie Kanye d’un petit surnom sur l’intro de Lucifer, ‘Kanyeezy’ – une terminaison qui s’inspire des rimes en « -izzle » de Izzo (H.O.V.A.).

Personne ne le sait encore, mais une décennie plus tard, le diminutif de ce surnom sera donnée à la ligne de sneakers la plus profitable du siècle.

Pas dit qu’aujourd’hui encore Jay ne se réveille pas en sueur la nuit, regrettant de ne pas avoir exigé un pourcentage…

2004 : Kanye devient (enfin) un Roc Boy

« Nous avons tous grandi dans la rue, nous avons tous fait ce que nous avions à faire pour nous en sortir. Et puis Kanye est arrivé, lui qui à ma connaissance n’a pas hustle un seul jour dans sa vie. Je ne voyais pas comment ça pouvait marcher. »

Pour cette raison longtemps réticent à lui offrir un contrat de rappeur, Jay Z finit par changer d’avis.

Bien lui en a pris car finalement, ça a marché et pas qu’un peu.

Album le plus vendu de Kanye West, The College Dropout est également le second album le plus vendu de la discographie de Roc-A-Fella (derrière Vol. 2… Hard Knock Life de Jigga) avec quatre certifications platine au compteur.

Parmi les morceaux phare de ce premier solo, on peut retenir Never Let Me Down qui à l’époque avait été promu comme l’un des cinq derniers featurings de Jay Z avant son « départ à la retraite », ainsi que Last Call où 8 minutes durant il raconte de la manière la plus candide qui soit les coulisses de son ascension.

Dans le désordre, on y apprend que la première fois qu’il a rencontré Jay Z, « son idole », il lui a balancé un freestyle qui a viré à la catastrophe, ou que Damon Dash a accepté de le signer parce qu’il s’est dit que si son album était flingué il pourrait toujours refourguer les beats à Cam’ron.

2005 : tout est cool

Brièvement tenté de quitter Roc-A-Fella pour Def Jam, ‘Ye remet les points sur les i sur Diamonds from Sierra Leone (« The Roc is still alive everytime I rhyme »), tandis que, selon ses propres dires, Jay passe lui mettre la fessée sur le remix.

2007 : la déclaration

Pour son troisième album Graduation, Kanye rend hommage à son « big brother » avec Big Brother, dans lequel il le remercie notamment d’avoir pu s’acheter une maison, puis d’avoir pu acheter une maison à sa mère.

Étonnamment, le texte se révèle assez doux-amer avec un Kanye qui s’étend longuement sur deux anecdotes : la fois où il a confié à Jay avoir invité sur l’une de ses chansons le chanteur de Coldplay Chris Martin (Homecoming, son hymne à Chicago) avant que Jay ne s’empresse de faire de même pour sortir son morceau le premier (Beach Chair) ; la fois où il a dû acheter lui-même ses places pour aller voir Jay se produire au Madison Square Garden.

La réponse du « big brother » au « kid brother » sur ce second point ? Il avait déjà refilé quatre places gratuites à Kanye quand il lui en a réclamé deux supplémentaires.

2009 : « Taylor, je vais te laisse terminer, mais… »

Crédité à a production de sept des quinze titres de The Blueprint 3, le plus souvent en collaboration avec son mentor No I.D., ‘Ye rappe en sus sur le lead single Run This Town au côté de Rihanna.

Détail qui n’en est pas un : bien que l’opus n’ait pas franchement emballé la critique, le public lui a fait un triomphe.

L’évènement qui a cependant le plus marqué l’année a lieu quelques jours après la sortie de l’album, quand, le 13 septembre, lors de la cérémonie des MTV Video Music Awards, Kanye bondit sur scène pour interrompre le discours de remerciement d’une Taylor Swift tout juste lauréate du trophée du meilleur clip de l’année.

Ce dernier estime en effet que Single Ladies de Beyoncé méritait largement de l’emporter.

Assise au premier rang, plus gênée qu’autre chose, la meuf de Jay connaît toutes les peines à cacher son embarras devant cet excès de loyauté…

2011 : Watch The Trone !

Le zénith de leur complicité.

Espéré grandiose, l’album commun des deux plus grosses stars du rap de leur génération n’a pas déçu, que ce soit question chiffres (436 000 copies écoulées en première semaine, 5 millions de ventes à ce jour rien qu’aux US) ou question musique.

Célébration sans retenue de leur réussite, WTT donne naissance au « luxury rap », ce rap du 1% du 1%, mélange « d’ignorance sophistiquée », de haute couture et de rimes matérialistes.

En plein dans leur zone, nos deux lascars s’amusent comme des petits fous lors des 57 dates de leur tournée mondiale, la foule du Palais Omnisports Paris Bercy se souvenant encore de ce 18 juin où, pour clore les débats, Niggas in Paris avait été interprété 12 fois d’affilée.

2013 : Watch The Throne 2 ?

Sans surprise, la possibilité d’une suite se retrouve rapidement au centre des conversations.

D’ailleurs quand l’idée est soumise à Jay Z sur le plateau de la BBC, il laisse la porte grande ouverte : « Entre nous, c’est toujours à la ‘Big Brother’. On se respecte et on s’amuse. »

Si un article entier pourrait être consacré aux rumeurs et indices annonçant le projet, à l’approche du dixième anniversaire du premier volet, l’espoir demeure de mise (lire plus bas).

Est-ce pour autant souhaitable de risquer d’écorner l’héritage d’un tel monument ? Rien n’est moins sûr…

2014 : Jay zappe le mariage de Kanye

Le premier coup de canif.

En dépit de tout le cirque organisé en coulisses pour faire paraître Beyoncé et Kim Kardashian meilleures amies du monde, quand Kanye passe la bague au doigt de la cadette du clan K. au cours d’une somptueuse cérémonie en Italie, les Carter se font remarquer par leur absence.

Certes ‘Yoncé a posté sur Instagram plusieurs photos des Kimye le jour J, certes Kris Jenner a tout en sub’ fait remarquer après coup que « personne ne s’est demandé où ils étaient », mais toujours est-il que cela fait tâche.

Dans les pages de GQ Kanye n’en a cure : « Peu importe qui était là ou pas, tant que Kim était là. »

2015 : comme si de rien n’était

Au milieu de mille bruits de couloirs qui font état de l’agacement de Beyoncé envers l’obsession de Kim pour la célébrité malgré son absolu manque de talent, les West et les Carter se font voir ensemble tout sourire au mois de janvier, une première depuis le mariage.

Mieux, quelques semaines plus tard Kim et Bey assistent au défilé Yeezy à la fashion week newyorkaise. Ravi, Kanye commente : « Elles s’adorent et se respectent. Quand Beyoncé travaille sur son album, elle accroche des photos de Kim sur les murs pour s’inspirer de son aura. »

Euh, qui y croit ?

2016 : l’annus horribilis

L’année avait pourtant bien commencé avec d’une part cette photo plus #squadgoals tu meurs en compagnie des power couples Alicia Keys/Swiss Beatz et Cassie/Diddy, et de l’autre le single Pop Style de Drake, featuring ‘Le Trône’.

Après il y a malheureusement eu Tidal, Pablo et le braquage de Kim dans un hôtel parisien.

Reprenons.

Lancé en grande pompe courant 2015, le service de streaming de Jay Z compte initialement Kanye West parmi ses soutiens. Sauf que quand son album The Life Of Pablo sort enfin… c’est sur Apple Music qu’il est proposé en écoute exclusive.

Et puis au mois d’octobre, KK se fait dérober près de cinq millions de dollars de bijoux en plein Paris. Secoué par l’incident, Kanye commence à se comporter de manière de plus en plus erratique sur les réseaux et dans la vraie vie.

Déjà du genre volubile en concert, il s’embarque désormais au moindre prétexte dans des diatribes qui n’en finissent plus, dont certaines directement adressées à Jay à qui il reproche son éloignement.

« Tu ne m’as même pas appelé pour me demander comment ça va après le braquage ? Tu veux savoir comment je vais ? Passe à la maison. Amène les enfants, qu’ils jouent ensemble au moins une fois. Comme si nous étions frères. Posons-nous tous les deux. »

Quelques jours plus tard, il remet le couvert à Sacramento en s’attaquant à Beyoncé qui aurait exigé d’interpréter Lemonade aux VMA à la condition qu’elle remporte le clip de l’année devant Famous et Hotline Bling de Drake.

Complètement dans sa paranoïa, il embraye en suppliant monsieur de lui accorder un peu de son temps : « J’ai été envoyé ici pour partager ma vérité, parfois au risque de ma propre vie, quitte à risquer mon succès, ma carrière. Et toi tu ne m’appelles toujours pas. Hey Jay Z, je sais que tu as des tueurs à ta solde, s’il te plaît ne me les envoie pas. Passe-moi juste un coup de fil, que l’on se parle entre hommes. »

‘Crazy Kanye’ est né.

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Interné pour épuisement deux jours après son coup d’éclat, le Yeezus ne bénéficie pas pour autant de la moindre once de mansuétude de la part du mogul dont la presse people rapporte que depuis toutes ces années il le tolère plus qu’autre chose.

Selon Page 6, Jay Z a accepté de partir en tournée pour Watch The Throne uniquement pour l’argent.

« Il ne le supporte qu’à petites doses. Comme tout le monde, il le considère comme un jobard. »

2017 : le clash à ciel ouvert

Après plus de six mois de silence, en juin Jay Z revient sur l’incident à l’entame de son treizième album 4:44 avec Kill Jay-Z où il fustige son ingratitude (« You gave him $20 million without blinking/He gave you 20 minutes on stage, f*ck was he thinking? », une référence au chèque que Kanye aurait touché pour rejoindre Tidal) et moque sa santé mentale (« Si tout le monde est fou, toi tu es clairement dérangé »).

Coïncidence ou pas, dans la foulée Kanye quitte Tidal, non sans réclamer par voie d’avocats son bonus de 3 millions de dollars pour le million et demi d’abonnés qu’aurait permis d’engranger The Life Of Pablo.

Pas en reste, la petite entreprise de Jay Z le poursuit en retour pour rupture abusive de contrat, notamment pour ne pas avoir livré les clips qu’il s’était engagé à tourner.

Kanye annonce alors en novembre lancer Yeezy Sound, sa propre plateforme de streaming dont personne n’entendra jamais plus parler.

Invité sur Rap Radar en août, si Shawn Carter précise d’emblée que Kill Jay-Z n’a rien à voir avec Kanye (« Ce n’est pas un diss, je ne parle que de moi tout du long »), il revient longuement sur ses propos.

« Ce qui m’a blessé le plus, c’est qu’il a évoqué ma femme et mes enfants. Par le passé nous avons eu des différents autrement importants que celui-là, mais là il a mêlé ma famille. Pour moi, c’est un problème. »

Et de continuer : « C’est un problème parce que si lui et moi en avions parlé, ce serait de l’histoire ancienne. Il sait qu’il a franchi la ligne. Il le sait très bien. Et je sais qu’il sait. »

En décembre, Jay accorde une nouvelle interview au New York Times. Dans une ambiance de cabinet de psychanalyse, il confie s’être entretenu avec Kanye peu de temps auparavant et laisse présumer une réconciliation prochaine.

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« J’ai dit qu’il était mon frère. Que je l’aimais pour de vrai. »

« Notre relation n’est pas simple. Il est arrivé dans l’industrie via mon label. D’une certaine façon, j’ai toujours été son grand frère. Étant tous les deux des entertainers, il existe toujours cette compétition sous-jacente avec son aîné. Chacun veut être le plus grand, mais nous nous aimons et nous respectons tous les deux. »

« Bien sûr, il y a énormément de facteurs qui interfèrent, il y a des trucs que je trouve inacceptables. Nous devons en parler entre nous, car l’amour que nous nous portons est réel. »

2018 : la vérité éclate

Près d’un an après Jay, ‘Ye prend à son tour la parole.

Interviewé par Charlamagne Tha God, il révèle que tout part bien du lapin des Carter à son mariage en 2014.

« J’ai été meurtri qu’ils n’aient pas fait le déplacement. Je comprends qu’ils avaient leurs trucs à faire, mais quand c’est la famille, tu ne peux pas manquer un mariage (…) Entre ça et d’autres choses qui se sont passées, et encore d’autres choses, à un moment les idées les plus folles s’enchaînent dans ta tête. Tu te demandes pourquoi. »

Étonnamment quand Charlamagne lui demande quelle raison Jay a fourni pour justifier son absence, Kanye lui répond « ne pas lui avoir jamais posé la question directement ».

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Le 30 novembre 2018, Jay Z dévoile le morceau What Free en compagnie de Meek Mill et Rick Ross. Soutien actif de Barack Obama, il semble dans son couplet s’en prendre à Kanye West qui lui s’affiche en compagnie de Donald Trump.

Extrait : « Pas de casquette rouge, ne nous faites pas à moi et Ye le coup de Michael et Prince (…) Je ne suis pas un de ces nègres de maisons que vous achetez »/« No red hat, don’t Michael and Prince me and Ye (…) I ain’t one of these house n****s you bought »

Les mauvaises langues ont en toutefois pour leur compte, homme de paix, Shawn Carter tweete que la ligne signifie l’exact contraire que ce que certains auraient pu penser.

2019 : les retrouvailles !

Ça aura donc pris le temps que ça aura pris.

Invité au cinquantième anniversaire de Puff Daddy, les deux « brothers » se font voir tout sourire en public. C’est un peu surjoué, ça sent évidemment la com’, mais ne boudons pas notre plaisir.

Ravis, Kanye n’en a cure et partage une photo des Carter sur Instagram accompagnée de la légende « famleeeeee ».

Juillet 2021 : Jésus et Moïse

Dressé en plein centre du Mercedes-Benz Stadium d’Atlanta, Kanye West gratifie le monde des premières bribes de son dixième album solo à venir, DONDA.

Au milieu d’une tracklist qui invite notamment Lil Baby, Lil Durk, Pusha T ou encore Travis Scott au micro, il crée la surprise en jouant un morceau supposément intitulé Guess Who’s Going to Jail Tonight? où Jay passe par là pour rapper un couplet, une première depuis 2016.

Enregistré le jour-même à 4 heures de l’après-midi si l’on en croit Guru, un très proche du mogul, le texte semble boucler la boucle des années Trump tout en laissant espérer « un retour du Trône ».

« Told him to stop all that red cap, we going home/Cannot be with all of these sins casting stones/This might be the return of The Throne, Throne/Hova and Yeezus like Moses and Jesus/You’re not in control of my thesis. »

À respectivement 44 et 51 ans, Kanye West et Jay Z sont-ils sur le point d’écrire une nouvelle page de l’histoire du rap ?

Article publié initialement sur Booska-p.com le 6 août 2021.

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yellowfeather84 · 7 years

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I was here. Really here.

Edinburgh sloped up behind me, to the glowering heights of Edinburgh Castle, and down before me, to the gracious majesty of Holyrood Palace at the foot of the city.

The last time I had stood by this fountain, Bonnie Prince Charlie had been addressing the gathered citizenry of Edinburgh, inspiring them with the sight of his royal presence. He had bounded exuberantly from the rim to the carved center finial of the fountain, one foot in the basin, clinging to one of the spouting heads for support, shouting “On to England!” The crowd had roared, pleased at this show of youthful high spirits and athletic prowess. I would myself have been more impressed had I not noticed that the water in the fountain had been turned off in anticipation of the gesture.

I wondered where Charlie was now. He had gone back to Italy after Culloden, I supposed, there to live whatever life was possible for royalty in permanent exile. What he was doing, I neither knew nor cared. He had passed from the pages of history, and from my life as well, leaving wreck and ruin in his wake. It remained to be seen what might be salvaged now.

I was very hungry; I had had nothing to eat since a hasty breakfast of rough parritch and boiled mutton, made soon after dawn at a posthouse in Dundaff. I had one last sandwich remaining in my pocket, but had been reluctant to eat it in the coach, under the curious gaze of my fellow travelers.

I pulled it out and carefully unwrapped it. Peanut butter and jelly on white bread, it was considerably the worse for wear, with the purple stains of the jelly seeping through the limp bread, and the whole thing mashed into a flattened wodge. It was delicious.

I ate it carefully, savoring the rich, oily taste of the peanut butter. How many mornings had I slathered peanut butter on bread, making sandwiches for Brianna’s school lunches? Firmly suppressing the thought, I examined the passersby for distraction. They did look somewhat different from their modern equivalents; both men and women tended to be shorter, and the signs of poor nutrition were evident. Still, there was an overwhelming familiarity to them— these were people I knew, Scots and English for the most part, and hearing the rich burring babble of voices in the street, after so many years of the flat nasal tones of Boston, I had quite an extraordinary feeling of coming home.

I swallowed the last rich, sweet bite of my old life, and crumpled the wrapper in my hand. I glanced around, but no one was looking in my direction. I opened my hand, and let the bit of plastic film fall surreptitiously to the ground. Wadded up, it rolled a few inches on the cobbles, crinkling and unfolding itself as though alive. The light wind caught it, and the small transparent sheet took sudden wing, scudding over the gray stones like a leaf.

The draft of a set of passing wheels sucked it under a drayman’s cart; it winked once with reflected light, and was gone, disappearing without notice from the passersby. I wondered whether my own anachronistic presence would cause as little harm.

“You are dithering, Beauchamp,” I said to myself. “Time to get on.” I took a deep breath and stood up.

“Excuse me,” I said, catching the sleeve of a passing baker’s boy. “I’m looking for a printer— a Mr. Malcolm. Alexander Malcolm.” A feeling of mingled dread and excitement gurgled through my middle. What if there was no printshop run by Alexander Malcolm in Edinburgh?

There was, though; the boy’s face screwed up in thought and then relaxed.

“Oh, aye, mum— just down the way and to your left. Carfax Close.” And hitching his loaves up under his arm with a nod, he plunged back into the crowded street.

- Voyager

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In a bar-room around the women grew expansive with regard— how have I managed so long to me,

Until their throats.

Charity,

my testament here write,

And leave to turn it every way before your touch.

Fronds.

Around my back. For love, all love again the sky to where you occur in grassy moonlight have all pass’d a way!

Me,

Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for any kind

Be kinfolks twain;

Yet would’st credit give

to those that April wears;

But first day the woman in contractions are five minutes apart.

Oft did I rove by bonnie Doon, How can you bloom so fresh and faithful as we are, for as long and small; Therewithall sweetly did me kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth’s a stuff will not cry also Although the alien city— a beekeeper’s habit—

Twin to a thorn;

Was’t so with your love.

Mother, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry.

Love lives again?

Thirty-two and a third times.

A wider choice of direction.

On the top of a leaf wind-driven and scudding along the Des Plaines River And I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees their brilliant repeating designs above the morn; But if once we lose thee, Dear, so much loyalties expense,

As not the same: new needles

on the bay stretching past erased islands to ocean and the terribly sad

You wish you could take them till. But oh, who ever felt as I?

Managed so long to repeat.

O, my share of those that April wears; But first day the incessant water the immutable crickets only not the world, each hath one, and all its budded charms, Faded the snow was your self.

Were walking their rounds,

And mark yon meeting, Every wise man’s son doth know.

You are

a concordance of particle and wave, just the last of the fireworks blistered and still, No longer blown hither and children and a shrine,

Have sung this hymn, and her eye:

Yes; and in our conversation by nodding vaguely toward the hunger for obliteration that wakes us in the field; And with my children and a shrine,

Have sung this hymn, and here entreat

One spark of yourself, and the other thing.

Weep,

So short a thing to seek, But the feet question “Whither?”

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 8 #64 texts

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Toward the End of October - 2020 - 005 Micron Black Pen on Bristol Paper

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scudmcphuck · 9 months

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I don't think I uploaded this one yet Scud and Bonnie on a Walk - 2021(?) [I really need to date my work] Micron 005 Black Pen on Bristol Paper (cut to shape / scanned with a transparent background)

#art #artwork #anthro #anthro art #anthropomorphic #opossum #possum #scud #scudmcphuck #anthroart #bonnie #transparent #png #less than jake #lyrics

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chriscdcase95 · 2 years

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Chapter Four is up.

Summary: A prequel to Love's Sacrifices and the upcoming Still Here Breathing.

In the days after Amy Bradshaw made her escape with Lucy Diamond, the two find themselves on the run. Forced to make an emergency landing in the county of Silas, Styria, as it so happens the rumors of Silas are of interest to the D.E.B.S Academy. While Amy's friends are assigned to this mission, they are reluctantly joined by a girl doing what she can to escape the curse taking hold of her life. What they don't know is there are people waiting for them at Silas, including a coven of witches who have yet to pick any sides.

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Chapter Notes: Sorry it's been a while, I've been busy with IRL stuff, and my other WIP's.

This chapter was gonna be a lot longer, featuring a trip to a spa and a nightclub, but I had to cut it due to length issues - and that I'm still writing through the second half - and I figured the first half was enough to warrant it's own slice of life chapter.

There's really not much else to say about this chapter other than character building; we will get a bit of Amy's backstory that I had in mind for the previous chapter. As well as building more on Brigitte's relationship with the Coven (mainly Sarah and Nancy), as Brigitte integrates with a group that she makes genuine friends with.

Some personal trivia; the book of in-universe myths that Nancy and Sarah talk about is based off an unwritten Game of Thrones crossover fic I wanted to write, but never gotten around to. That doesn't necessarily mean it's “canon” to this "verse", it's nothing more than a nod.

Content Warning: While there’s nothing to graphic as far as violence or sexual stuff in this chapter, there is one scene involving Bobby that might make some readers uncomfortable - it’s nothing much, except for the mental abuse and gaslighting typical of Nice Guy/”White Knight” types that I write Bobby as.

There’s also mild “Period Typical Homophobia” in this chapter - this story is set in 2004 after all. We got Bobby - a character canonically coded as a dudebro jock from the earl 2000′s - dropping the F slur in passing. And part of Amy’s backstory has her father being a “product of his time” in rural Texas.

Other than that, enjoy the read.

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