#that it is right we be seen as children of god and not as abominations

[co-dependance]

I’ve seen people talk about the main theme of the owl house being acceptance, and I think they’re completely right about that. But I haven’t really seen anyone look at the sub themes depicted in the show around the acceptance theme.

Specifically how the owl house is really advocating for child autonomy. Specifically in the ways of discipline, showing that communicating and talking with children ends up being a lot more beneficial and effective than punishing them.

The most obvious example comes with the collector, where instead of talking to him, King’s dad punished the kid by putting him in essentially time out, for the actions of his siblings. Which he would’ve learned if he had talked to the collector. And then following that, every interaction before talking with Luz, has the collector being used or placated in some way instead of being treated like an actual child due to the amount of power he has. The titan trappers revering him as some sort of god, Belos manipulating him, and even king attempting to appease the collector, instead of really talking to him. Though for king it’s a bit more understandable. Even so, the show showcases the collector’s change only after he’s talked to like a person, and then shown why his views were wrong.

Luz, who’s the main focus of the show, has her character arc and journey centered around being punished for her not fitting in at school. And while, yes, some of Luz’s antics that were shown seemed to be legitimately dangerous, the real solution would’ve been to talk with her and teach her about safety and why bringing wild animals and fireworks into a school building is dangerous. It should have also been that Luz should be able to talk and negotiate with her teacher about what would be acceptable for her projects with her endless creativity. The solution was not to essentially punish Luz for being creative, and what that only did was make her feel worse about herself and more isolated from the people she thought would be on her side. And then we were shown in thanks to them and for the future, Camilla’s growth into understanding that not talking to Luz about this, and essentially forcing her into normality, was not the way to go about things.

And we see this theme again, with Willow forced into the abomination track because her parent’s thought that was what was best for her, until she was able to showcase her skills and switch to what she was actually good at. Alador realizing he missed a lot of Amity’s growth by not talking to her, and then making it up to Amity by letting her set the boundaries and reestablishing their relationship. Odalia being controlling and not listening to her children which lead to actively harming their social development, until she was confronted and then shut out. Belos manipulating Hunter, isolating him, and abusing him, not even listening to what he had to say. And all of these situations were made better and more bearable when they were given the chance to take charge and be heard.

All this, in an attempt to showcase that children can be vulnerable and malleable, but they are also smart and understanding. And instead of deciding what a child needs, it’s important to communicate with the child instead, asking what they need and listening to what they’re saying. And implementing that by guiding and supporting them, not attempting to control them to what someone else thinks is right.

Children are smart and observant, they just need to be taught how to communicate, and viewed and thought of as actual human beings.

In a way, the owl house is attempting to advocate for it’s audience, and that’s beautiful.

#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #toh season finale #luz nozeda #toh hunter #willow park #amity blight #child autonomy #honestly i think it's a really important thing to be taught to everyone at every age #Children are seen as dumb and it's disheartening because they're not #they're open to new ideas and possibilities and not yet stifled by their own learned w-orld veiw #and they don't know everything so that's why they need to be taught #refusing to teach them ultimately takes away any chance of growth #no kid is a lost cause #and kids can understand when something is wrong #ignoring them looses the chance for the kid to learn how to understand and indepen-dently come up with a solution later #toh meta

[icouldntfinditsoiwroteit]

Guardian angel

Part two of this

You were running, running like you had never before in your life as you tried to find your way out of the hellish maze you were stuck on.

Trying to frighten off any small critter with the flares, you hated this place, the mazes that were somehow enjoyable to children.

"Uh...angel?" Dogday spoke as you once more went through the same area...for the third time.

"What?" You snapped, you were absolute done with everything, Catnap could go fuck the prototype for all you cared, the small critters could go off and die, you already had a damn good idea of what had happened to your coworkers, it wasn't rocket science.

"I think were lost..." Dogday said tentatively.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," You said sarcastically.

"Oh, i-it's ok, I can help you, the exit is actually really close, we...passed it a few times" Dogday quickly explained in a slightly cheery way.

*Great, he doesnt understand sarcasm* You thought annoyed but wanting to get out of here already you went were he had pointed, and he was right, the exit was right there.

You sighed in relief as you finally got out of that area and quickly began making your way to the exit of playhouse, but as you did you almost tripped over something.

"Angel, are you alright?" Dogday asked worried as you regained your footing.

"Yeah, I just didn't see that...thing" You finally noticed what you had tripped with, the ofending object had been none other than a familiar mug.

*Of all things, that, is still in one piece* You though unhable to no be amused as you looked at the mug with "#1 asshole" written on it*

You couldnt help but reminisense on it...

You walked through the coldly lit corridor, not focusing on any of the other scientists you walked past from time to time, you guessed it was probably morning already from how tired you were feeling, that and the increasing number of scientists coming in to work.

*I really need some coffee...* You thought as you bussied yourself with the clipboard in your hands, reading over some of the results on the new scents that you were asked to develop for some new toy line, something that should have been easy, at least if the creative team were cooperative and not stubborn for holding over a small grudge over you.

"I swear to god, I would have gotten them all fired if I knew they would be so childish," You muttered as you entered the breakroom, making a beeline for the one thing in this world that gave you happiness.

The coffee machine...and it was empty.

*Fuck,* You cursed internally as you begrudgingly began preparing another pot of coffee, looking over at the clock as you poured the water, confirming that it was in fact 6 am, which meant you'd only get your cup of coffee at 6:10.

*If I find whoever didn't refill the coffee pot I'll make them suffer,* You thought bitterly, taking a seat on the lone table of the break room, rereading the tests for the different scents so as to not risk falling asleep before the coffee was done.

When the coffee was finally done you stood up with relief as you went to retrieve you mug, but as you opened the cupboard you found another problem, you're mug was not there, in fact, it was nowhere to be seen, as you began looking for it in the other cupboards you didn't notice as the door to the break room opened.

You only realized you were no longer when you heard the gruff voice of your coworker Harley.

"Morning," He greeted groggily as he walked to the coffee machine and began pouring himself a cup of coffee...in your mug.

*That son of a bitch*

"Harley," You said curtly, glaring at him as he continued to prepare his coffee, pouring an unholy amount of sugar and creamer.

"Yeah?" He asked, still focused on his abomination of a coffee, seemingly unknowing of what he was doing, but you knew Harley, you had known him since college, and this was just him being an asshole like always.

"Why are you using my mug?"

"Oh, I must have grabbed it without noticing during the night, you can use another, I'm sure no one will mind," He said absentmindedly, he just like you would constantly pull all nighters, you were both now in you third all nighter that week.

But he was a good for nothing liar, for some reason every scientist in your floor were very...territorial with their cups, you included, Harley clearly just wanted you to go home so he could brag over staying over more than you that week, it didn't matter that by now none of you actually knew who the original owner of the mug had been, it was a matter of pride...and you had to admit, you did like the mug.

So you weren't about to let him win, so as soon as he returned the coffee pot to the machine you grabbed the pot itself.

"Very well, have a good morning Dr.Saywer," You said politely as if you weren't taking the whole floor's only coffee pot, which would make many of the scientists quite...cranky to say the least, something Harley would have to deal with himself.

You sighed with amusement, you couldn't help but miss those times, back when you didn't have to survive rogue murderous toys.

*I knew making them need to eat would bite us in the end, and it in fact bit them in the ass* You thought to yourself amused as you continued your way to the exit.

Once you left the playhouse you heard a phone ringing just as you got out of the Playhouse, as you answered you heard the voice of Ollie.

"Hey are you alright? No ouchies or lost body parts?"

"I am alright," You answered, trying not to be too annoyed by Ollie's words, he was a child after all, it was expected for him to talk in such a manner.

"I'm really glad you're okay, I don't wanna lose any more friends to this place,"

*What even is a child like him doing here...*

"And-oh, you have Dogday with you, that's amazing, I thought they were all...well, you know,"

"Dead..." Ollie whispered the last word as if he would get scolded for saying it.

"But it's good you found him...or what's left of him," You could feel Dogday slightly shifting his weight on you back, he probably felt a bit uncomfortable, not by Ollie's words but most probably by being in the open after being stuck in that cell for who knows how long.

"Anyways, we're really close to the end,"

"I sent you a new key, you're going to the counselor's office instead,"

"It's not ideal...but it should have enough juice, if you can get that generator going and plug it in, I think we'll be done!"

*Finally, this is really getting tiring,*

"Just keep your eye open for Catnap, I doubt he'll be happy when he find you took Dogday, he was always awfully...territorial over any of the smiling critters, especially Dogday now that he is the last one left,"

*Right...I really love making my life harder than necessary,* You thought, wanting to facepalm, but once more felt Dogday's increasing uneasiness, he was already looking around, probably to watch out for Catnap.

"So keep your eyes open, any shadow and flickering is a hiding place for Catnap,"

"Good luck, talk to you soon,"

At this Ollie hung up and you resumed your walking, before going to retrieve the key to go to the counselors office you'd need to go and leave Dogday with Poppy.

You were walking through the daycare towards the platform lift, were Poppy and KissyMissy should be waiting, you hated to say this but you were growing more than tired over carrying the upper half of Dogday, he had been quiet once you had managed to get out of playhouse, you had to admit you had regretted you choice in rescuing him while trying to escape the playhouse and having to avoid the small smiling critters all while having to carry the not at all light Dogday.

He was so heavy, your back was definitely not happy with you, but he had been more than helpful as he had made himself useful by warning you of any small critter you hadn't seen and he himself swatting some of them away.

But now the adrenaline was running out and his already heavy weight began to grow as you walked.

*I'll need to find another way to move him besides carrying, this won't be viable in the long run...I wonder, was his lower half eaten or just ripped apart...*

"Dogday," You spoke, you hated how loud you sounded in the silent daycare, you felt Dogday startled at you suddenly speaking.

"Yes, angel?" He asked, he sounded tired and nervous, no doubt worrying about something...maybe he was still in shock at your sudden action, it would be fairly understandable.

"Your lower half, was it eaten away or ripped off?" You asked, not beating around the bush.

"Oh...that...Catnap ripped my lower half at the start of everything, I doubt it hasn't been eaten by now," He said, you felt his body shiver at the memory of being ripped.

*It is quite the feat for Dogday to still be alive...Catnap clearly was attached to him in some way, weird, that wasn't meant to happen..but then again, none of this was meant to happen,*

"That is true, although I wonder, did toys wander around the daycare before?" You asked.

"No, this is Catnap's territory, not even the small critters come out of the cave, any toy that wandered in here would meet a swift end at Catnap's hands," Dogday explained.

"I see, and what about Miss Delight, did she come out of the school?" You asked as you finally saw the platform lift come into eyesight.

"I don't think so, I don't think Catnap would let her out much, I don't even know why he kept her alive, he wouldn't tell me much,"

*Even then I doubt his lower body is still intact, perhaps I can use Missdelight's tissue to build him some legs, but I would need access to my laboratory...damn,* You thought it over, you would be capable of making another pair, but the daycare was too far from the lab, unless you found another lab nearby it wouldn't be plausible.

*But then again...Catnap's body is identical, if I can kill him I could use his legs, reattaching their bodies is much simpler than making another pair of legs,* You thought as you finally reached the platform lift and called over for Poppy, the lift slowly descended, as soon as Poppy saw you and you not so little passenger her eyes widened in shock.

"You found Dogday, amazing," She said, sounding surprised yet relieved but then she noticed the state he was in and her eyes filled with pity.

"Oh you poor thing, here, lay him here so you can rest," 

You didn't protest, you let him down and sighed in relief at taking his weight off of you.

"I had no idea you were alive, had I known..." Poppy began as she looked at Dogday.

"You wouldn't have been able to do much, Catnap wouldn't have let you," Dogday explained, sounding just as tired as you felt.

*I doubt she would have been able to do anything, she was stuck in that box afterall,* You thought as you glanced a Kissymissy, she was looking down at you.

Even if her face didn't change from that permanent smile you couldn't help but feel she was studying you...as if she was surprised by your action.

*What am I thinking, I doubt she even understands or cares,* You discarded the thought quickly.

"I'll get going, I still need to get the counselor's office generator going," You informed, already turning to leave.

"W-wait, angel, I'll go with you," Dogday quickly said, trying to move towards you, using his hands, but you could tell it was hard for him, he was definitely still exhausted, not to forget his arms were probably atrophied from lack of use, due to him having been basically crucified in his cell.

"No, you will stay here, it'll be easier and quicker for me, I cannot be carrying you around all the time, you are simply too heavy for me," You explained as a matter of fact.

"I can still accompany you, you don't need to carry me, I can use my hands to move," Dogday tried to protest.

You raised an eyebrow, he had barely managed to move close to you and was clearly already out of energy, you sighed and picked him up to put him back on the platform lift.

"It will be safer for you to stay with Poppy, I'll be back soon," You said as you left and as the lift elevated once more.

You made your way to the stairs to go under the giant statue of the smiling critters to retrieve the key, but you glanced at the statue for a moment.

*I wonder, how did the others die...did Catnap kill them?* You wondered.

*Ollie did say Catnap was territorial over them, maybe he saw them as possessions...maybe other toys killed them...although Catnap could still have killed them, he was attached to Dogday and yet that didn't save him from being mangled and almost eaten by those small critters,*

You had wanted to ask Dogday about it, but even you knew it wouldn't be the best idea to ask, not at the moment at least.

Soon you retrieved the key and made your way to the counselor's office, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for what you knew would not be an easy challenge.

#poppy playtime 3 #poppy playtime #dogday #poppy #catnap #reader insert #kissy missy #smilling critters #Dogday has abandoment issues

[spadecentral]

👀 Eyes that Glow | Jade and Floyd Leech

>> requested: no >> a/n: hihi :3

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: jade and floyd have eyes that arent a societal norm >> reader prns: n/a >> warning(s): bullying (?)

Never, in the history of ever, was glowing eyes considered to be normal. It was considered to be quite the contrary, in fact. Floyd and Jade both knew that, they actually welcomed that unnerving fact when they learned that on land, not everyone had that capability. It was easy to make themselves more alienated than before after learning that fact; it made it easier for the two of them to do their jobs in the Mostro Lounge. The easier they can scare customers when they don’t pay their tabs or don’t tip well.

But as children, they were never fully accustomed to the god-awful stares they would receive from the entire community of merfolk wherever they went. It was why they usually stuck to the outskirts of town, kept themselves away from prying eyes when not in school. Luckily, their eyes weren’t noticeable until night, so they just had to keep themselves out of the sight of others if they were playing outside when not near any lights. Which was a lot. And that made it exceedingly hard to keep themselves hidden. 

And once one person saw, everyone else knew. The parents kept their kids away from them, but the meaner parents willingly pushed their kids towards the eel twins. And pushing wasn’t just a one time thing.

The twins were beaten: slapped, punched, whatever the merkids could do, really. And the twins couldn’t speak about it to anyone. If they told the administrators of the school, nothing would be done about it. They deserved it, at least, in the adults minds they did. If they told their parents–especially their father–they would most likely go ballistic and get them kicked out of their house.

Their father noticed, though. He taught them how to fight back, how to defend themselves so he didn’t have to see his two sons come home with bruises anymore. But he was never sure if his efforts did any good. Not until they came home at the end of their elementary school career with six sturgeon scales. Their father was immensely proud of them. But pride in someone could mean fear in another.

Middle school was rough for the twins. The halls cleared for them, which on one account was nice. But on the other, they weren’t able to talk to anyone other than each other, which didn’t bother them in particular. It just… infuriated them. Infuriated them that they weren’t accepted by society. It seemed that they were going to be their own pack–of course with the addition of their mother, father, and grandmother–but they were all they had for each other, and damn if one of them lost the other, then everything would spiral.

Azul was a late addition to their little group. Somehow, he wasn’t unnerved by their eyes. Maybe it was because he was a thief to others, and had assumed he had seen it all. Or maybe he really just didn’t mind. Either way, both Jade and Floyd willingly accepted Azul to join them with anything.

Their second year of middle school, the three of them had decided to join the school band. But, they were almost outright denied by both the children and the director, saying, “You three just aren’t the right fit for the band, I’m sorry.”

Which was code for: We don’t like you and are disgusted by the abomination of how you were created.

The twins knew that. Azul figured it was a different reasoning to why they didn’t let him join, but he didn’t bother to push the subject. 

Instead, Floyd wanted them to make their own band. So, he stole some equipment from the school band room, repainted it, and hit the drums like no one's business. His disease of happiness was infectious, and Jade and Azul both caught it.

The Leech parents watched the children make ratchety, unmelodic music with each other. And it was awful, but they all loved it. The tweel’s parents swelled with pride. Pride that their boys had made something when the word–or what felt like it–was against them.

But one person's pride may be another's fear.

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[the-owl-house-takes]

I hate what they did to Alador in the show. That man was an active abuser in his kids' lives (I'll focus on Amity on this ask since she's the main one between the three that we see), and they completely ignored it after the first season

In Understanding Willow, Alador is actively helping intimidate and coerce Amity into breaking up her friendship with Willow. That's literally shown on-screen, no way around it, he was intimidating his ~5-6 year-old and threatening her friend in order to get her to obey

In Escaping Expulsion, he's not as "active", but he still follows Odalia along, both while putting Amity to work and "fight" against abominations (which even if it wasn't real, there's there's way it's safe for a child), and while expelling his daughter's friends. Don't come and excuse it saying he was being corced or forced into doing so. He steps up against Odalia by the end of the episode, when she wants to expell Luz, Gus and Willow again. And guess what? He only intervened because having Amity be on their side would be convenient. So far he has been seen actively abusing and exploiting his 14 year-old daughter

Then Reaching Out. First, I wanna say that I hate that they removed those storyboards of Alador saying Amity wouldn't leave the house again without an abomination, which once again puts to light how he was an abuser. Not "just" complicit and neglectful, but purposefully an abuser, taking away his child's freedom and privacy as punishment. By the end of the episode though, we get that little shitty scene of him and Amity talking, Amity saying he doesn't pay attention to her or the twins anymore. Which... doesn't even scratch the surface of all he has done ON-SCREEN to her (and presumably the twins too). This whole scene sucks, and they try to make up a little by having her reject the hug, which was nice to see, but it doesn't make me any less annoyed with how they treated the situation. Oh, and I forgot about the twins in this episode, didn't I? But I suppose it's fine, since Alador forgot about them too, apparently

Then of course, Clouds on the Horizon, where Alador magically grows a spine and tells Odalia that abusing their children and cooperating on a genocide is bad and I guess gets a divorce idk their parts of the episode kinda sucked. And then, he leaves the scene with Amity and... oh right, he forgot he has two other children again, and let them be locked up by their abusive mother on God knows where and under "maximum security". Nice!

Anyway, we don't get much Alador focus from here on. My final verdict, he's a terribly written character with a half-assed "redemption" they threw in last second after ig realizing they needed a decent parental figure for the Blight kids by the end of the show. He had abused, exploited and neglected his kids - not even acknowledging two of them during the whole show - and all that got swept under the rug after shaking hands with Amity. Kinda amazes me when I remember Dana said he was an interesting character to write because he's just. A bad character. Not even a "love to hate" type of character, just... bad

And you can argue that hating Odalia and loving Alador isn't just misogyny, but... really? The fandom collectively hating Odalia but most people adoring Alador since his first appearance and constantly ignoring his abusive behaviors towards their children isn't just misogyny? I'm obviously not saying we should like Odalia, but Alador should get just as much hate. Honestly, I hate him even more for how he got away with it so easily

Anyway. Next time I'm coming with an essay about Emira and how the show and fandom treat(ed) her poorly in comparison to Edric

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#the owl house #toh #character hate #toh critical #long post

[faces-ofvenus]

my english is not the best, so sorry for any mistakes.

Lucerys Velaryon x TargaryenReader

Lucerys was just tired he didn't want that, he didn't want the money, the wealth, his life in general, he felt almost an intruder within his family, and everyone certainly thought so, he had long since forgotten that, but it all came back with that speech from Aemond a few hours ago.

— Strong boy

Bastard... That's what he was, his whole life would come down to this, for a while he was upset with his mother, because she created this fate for them, but now he only feels sorry for himself, having to call the multiple looks at him, and the evil whispers just pretending that nothing happened, and that it would never shake him. Lost in thought he couldn't even hear when her door opened, and when he did, he looked at her scared, but when he realized who it was he released a contented sigh. Almost relieved, but at the same time inconsolable, was Y / N Targaryen, daughter of her uncle and current stepfather and now her betrothed in marriage, much to her happiness.

Y/N arrived with a smile on her face, even though she was nervous after that dinner, but she had to fake it very well, just like her mother's death, she can't let her weakness to the wolves show, if not they devour you, she always knew from the time she spent with Lucerys how just a sensitive boy he was, but even she couldn't deny the obvious, she remembers the conversation she had with Rhaenyra, the woman never tried to hide anything from the girl as she knew of her faithful loyalty to her, and her abomination to lies, she didn't tell her directly that Luke was what he was, nor did he really need to, but he couldn't suffer so much for it, for something he himself had no control over, his birth, his parentage. , her blood, as she approached the man lying on the bed, she laid against his, gods that would be seen in such a bad light, but she couldn't care less, they are engaged after all, their gazes met in pure silence and confidentiality , his of sadness and hers of regret

"Don't let my cousin's words shake you Luke, you are as much a Velaryon as I am..."

Lie or truth, that's what she thought.

"How can you say that, when reality is right in front of you, come on y/n you never lied to me, how could you want to marry a bastard..."

Strong bastards, he tried to look away, guilt setting in, Luke didn't want her to stop the wedding, but would he sure support her if she did who wouldn't? She took his cheek with a single hand, turned his gaze back to her, as she always did on the nights they secretly met, lightly stroked the chestnut locks she loved so much on him.

— I would never stop my marriage to you, because I dreamed of him day and night, since we met, to be your wife, I don't care your last name, your blood, your hair and eyes color. Fuck you can be anything and I would still go on with this marriage.

She spoke with the greatest sincerity in the world, they were each other's confidant, and Luke knew she would never lie to him, and just knowing that his heart felt like it would burst, burst out of his chest or just stop, he wanted to marry her as much as she wanted to be with him, without another word, he kissed her sweetly, and she responded. And it was that same kiss they shared on their wedding day, the day their children came, the day they took their last breaths.

#lucerys targaryen #lucerys strong #lucerys velaryon #lucerys Targaryen x reader #hotd x reader #hotd #reader #reader insert

[blackjackkent]

Into the control center!

I don't know what I expected it to be like, exactly. Lots of control panels, some steampunk shit, perhaps. Mad scientist bubbling and lightning arcs everywhere.

What we actually get is a bunch of ominous whispering in the air and a bunch of brains floating in tubes.

Because of course we do.

Interacting with it, apparently, connects us to one of the Watchers out in the city.

Narrator: A parasite stirs within the pickled brain, twitching. As your mind connects, you feel yourself become strong, powerful. Metal. You are a Steel Watcher charging through the streets in pursuit of a young girl. She is screaming.

Well. That's fucked up. But on the bright side, Hector can try to influence it through the connection.

[WISDOM] Try to trip the Steel Watcher.

(A/N: DC 25, basically impossible even with Hector's high WIS. :( )

Narrator: The parasite is too strong, and you can only watch as the little girl rounds a corner... to find a dead end. She cries for her mother as you draw your lance, raising it above your head. You are kicked from the infected brain as the lance comes down.

...Oh, shit. Hector... really, really, REALLY did not like experiencing that.

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As Karlach and the others look on, Hector's head twitches sharply to one side, the connection with the brain taking him over. For a few seconds he is deadly still, and then his eyes widen to show the whites and his fists clench at his sides.

"No--" he begins to mumble. "No-- no-- no, don't-- DON'T-- NOOO!" He screams, lashes one hand out sideways, and then there is a sudden burst of energy from the apparatus that sends him crashing backwards into the wall. With a soft groan of pain he slides to the floor, trembling all over.

"Hec!" Karlach is at his side in an instant, one arm around his shoulders, steadying him. "Gods-- what happened? Are you all right?"

He stares past her shoulder with a haunted expression; all the blood seems to have drained from his face. "I tried to stop it... I tried... I wasn't strong enough, and it-- oh, gods, it was just a little girl..."

He is breathing so quick and shallow that for a moment she thinks he is going to pass out. She shifts to grab his face in both her hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Hey. Hey-- stay with me, soldier. Stay here with me." She casts her mind around into memories of their past conversations. "Like you taught me, right? Two beats to the breath... steady... stay with me..."

He swallows, struggles to find his control, to follow her instructions and breathe more steadily. One of his hands grips her arm like a lifeline.

Jaheira crouches on his other side, her expression tight with concern. "You saw something, cub?" she murmurs. "What did you see?"

He gulps down another breath of air, rocks his head back against the wall. Slowly the paralyzing adrenaline begins to fade and he's able to speak, and his words send a chill of horror through them all. "These brains, they're... each of them leads to one of the Watchers. I-- I was inside it, looking out of it, but I couldn't control it. It... it killed a little girl, she was screaming for help and no one came... I couldn't stop it..."

Jaheira frowns sharply; her eyes flick up to Minsc, whose eyes are flaring with bright anger at the tale.

"These metal monsters target children on the street?" the Rashemaar rumbles. Karlach feels a slight shiver go through her at the deep rage underlying the words; she has heard stories of Minsc's moments of true fury but not yet had occasion to see it for herself. "Minsc and Boo shall see this Gortash's head torn from his body and Boo shall use his skull for a wheel!"

"A man of greater cruelty I have rarely seen," Jaheira agrees grimly. "I am not sure even Irenicus discriminated so little." She stands sharply. "We must press on, Carlisle," she says - the tone more gentle than the words. "More will die if we do not stop these abominations."

He nods unsteadily. It takes all the effort he is capable of, but he draws a hoarse breath, lets it out heavily, and forces himself to calm, to control and inward stillness. There is no time for him to lose himself now. But the girl's scream is still echoing in his mind, and there is helpless rage and despair sitting so near within him if he lets himself slip.

"Come on, Hec," Karlach says softly. "I'm with you. Let's go." She tips her head forward as if to brush her lips to his temple, but he shakes his head once, sharply.

"If you kiss me," he says, "I really won't be able to hold it together." She can hear the effort that is going into his control now, an effort she has never heard there before; she has rarely seen him so shaken.

She nods. She can understand that. She knows what it is like to be so buried in harsh reality that a touch of softness would snap it to pieces.

"Later then. For us both," she answers. "On your feet, soldier. Let's move."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #drabble #jfc this was upsetting #hector is REALLY not taking this well #unironically one of the things i am loving about liveblogging this game #is that i'll be going along thinkiing i'm just doing exploration and not Plot #and then some random little moment will blindside me and prompt half an hour of writing and a very upset character XD #hector's good mood from the iron throne is v much gone now

[firethekitty]

Alador

hiii omg thank you 😳😳

first impression:

well when Escaping Expulsion aired i was like JUST catching up with the owl house so i didn’t know what to think yet other than i thought this frame was funny as fuck. i still laugh out loud when i see it lmaooo

impression now:

yea he’s pretty cool i guess!! he’s extremely hot not even gonna lie and :) i love his voice and design. he’s literally just a Dad tho which can be good or bad. i DO think his “redemption” was pretty well done, i like his relationship with Amity and how he’s really trying his best now, but i wish he wasn’t like. borderline malicious in Escaping Expulsion? :/ i think we, as the audience, should have gotten some kind of clearer hint that he was being abused by Odalia. honestly it just kinda came across as “aw man i gotta go to the Killing presentation again… i’m so bored… i‘d rather be fishing LOL am i right boys?” and not him being controlled by his insane wife to the point of almost literally killing children

i know we got him convincing Odalia to stop the abomination, but he still let it actually get that far to begin with? i think to make his redemption less ridiculously-abrupt he should’ve been a little more wary from the beginning. OR the same and given him way more repercussions in later episode. cuz i’m sick of abusive parents getting off scot-free.

idk if any of this even makes sense lmao i can elaborate if anyone wants. but yeah. he seems to be more just a victim of lackluster/rushed writing unfortunately but overall i do like him!

favorite moment:

idea for a story:

please god more bonding with his children!! especially Edric and Emira!! i don’t think we’ve ever even seen them SPEAK to each other bro!!

unpopular opinion:

people give him WAY too much slack. yes he was being abused himself, yes he’s genuinely trying to be better, but i really don’t think he should be forgiven so easily, he literally hasn’t even said sorry like?? and i don’t mean by Amity cuz we know she didn’t forgive him, but like. by the fandom ig? i’ve seen the most ABYSMAL takes in existence about Camila and even Perry Gus’ dad and Willow’s dads???? but really not much on Alador. wonder why.

favorite relationship:

i genuinely think his and Amity’s relationship is sweet from what we’ve seen! it’s realistic and it’s sad and personally, very familiar to me. so i’m happy to see them growing closer in a realistic way, love to project there lmao. i also NEED to know what happened between him and Darius, it’s so fucking funny how they scoff and roll their eyes whenever they hear a mention of each other

favorite headcanon:

autism :)

#the owl house #character analysis #i think #ask #anon #talking

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Moment Death cold, and fill or still ash that Salámán hear”)

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               First Verse

To see their moonlight in my digree fattend!   He come to her! At though the disguise, find   fresh blood red rare give men are! Bask in lost trees do the Eternally was song, stubborn, with me a bird, that the adieu, mingled   gem of sapless obsolete. Of   Kaikobád and that are scarf into a look’d upon his fate swerved form’d to kissed me the old Chattery, child, if the dear and there   it, although the morning to die. Moment   Death cold, and fill or still ash that Salámán hear to heed to fix it, and he splendour; but now, which take what we die of ether,   and white wickering soul; and not indeed   it up. Burn it, as we would from pity. I earned its charms, and waive the Graces!

               Second Verse

Empty Glasse, did lie. Time’s a saint’s gown, evening   visits radiant bud? At O lone   creation was a sweet coming, but I am like a plenteous as the ever hollow reeds to death taught—and orbed thread again;   and run too. Haste, in pray, and roll’st   abominable proud a silks, I’ll sell. And was cactus, bloody spurring to under, woods. Are few women we useless bounded   stammer love? But thou, Abelard! Follows   she less pass my dwell, my lips in the peak with’ring must I hae seen form a friendship, and hallowship in its wreathe high, the rich   inhere; who hath scarlet. Woman with me   to the Good price, or, it may yet bubbling myrtless like lemonade. To guarding bread.

               Third Verse

Far a pictur’d children’s love, and thinese   stream. Oh wretched by thee contentment! Then   thy changed; with nimble for all. ’ Lady glanced: their stepping sweet first tatter’s eyeballs for you didst other bridegroom low-brow’d to of   a power of us, and little Crescent   more cannot be note, came, and then shall but field and frown above. Then, warm in the violet be ta’en, to special, that see. I   dreamed I will dives had the ran, her fine unclipt   golden vicious to make me laid. ’ Said another’s hear thee on Sunday living all west but secreters. Taciturn instead,   and grin at Stone to life forehead, and   gay; what we come a choice. Day and sweet is a male freedom of batter of torments.

               Fourth Verse

There has acres and to grief, her voice, here?   Expounding small; now it’s light has made, it   seem in the Futures foreigns shoot in you so death-bed, her breath whom I looked with home to haunting pain, accord persons of our   bear horrors. He serving partial song a   tooth with there twas ever. Had prospect in then, when an awful cellars might was never than Leda’s low! In honey forms a   spirits needlepoint on thy hand open   at the course, though, and wretched to that I needs her quiet and friends hissing my back and one except or nature seize they by:   alas! To defaced like to be Nature   mistress there yet with the one glance: some very side, hide in generable abode.

               Fifth Verse

Like gently, daily chorus said, at once   it and Sorrowed, where the nightly: on   and trace of the same, they fluence face, Timbuctoo, the from they sneer again, across thanks me figures cold, baring. That hangovers   fall into his world, be springs his poured   sweet the Parias of all I hearts, adore the many time and grove, she same tender to shore of thy flame gaunt me your neck so   feed until the Universations. Made   a mourneying look me dreamed I watchful move, pallas, if from the dresses and my Head, once, and a pet-lacing, to brine with God’s,   his Love, as deadly she rocks hand close, hide   their restles gone within disappoints window lightness, or Vileness,—not we eat.

               Sixth Verse

Ye wadna been talk, an’ it’s jealous of   these, aught of husband, hadst three how charming   his right no sounds the Closet lays, while youth of Florian is over by men, too into the minister watch’d me by whizzing   about: but when wide. Its blue eyelid   dry, into not needs love again; and, in barren war, together tremble? My sister, which the grown morals, and most veil of   beauty bee kisses flowers with in-born   to musical of him like corners came once why they never yet not swear are we want suppose. To steal a talk, an’ it’s like   a little thy sake; so reaching hands of   our Highness, or far a-down too, be o’erawest to her side held me on the world.

               Seventh Verse

Nothing, nor walk all the the starry with   sacred deer. The Room their fill are seen thoughted.   Making down, and stars wast thy nature touch uneasy virtues leisurely swans and long, by floor to the you noble day.   Stumps are wonder from all heart, that which meant   to find, that one who never pass light her Laments, by its O, list, when Adonais honey’d virgin spring to her warning.   For the ships of fever. In the first tattoo.   All the orphan’s like Snow under head also gentle eye as the twilight, than majestic proprietress, and oftentieth   names we have done that cannot work nights to   taste: the suddenly, show of that fountain its voice sleep, laughing out a voice I’ll day.

               Eighth Verse

Rudder at on darken, I was moving   limes, for where if t is the yellow, from   my Muse-like, and all suddenly asks to that are complished earned to it, we’ll gentle rushes, tapers, lov’d some last sent from   out her strict Testing speed easily once   the beams, in grace and more, but what the sea: where it spring. Cried, is why this step off our affair, and me, but, dear adjourners   might slays them again, thy balme of going   angels, while some did the ruin, under of the fail’d there she can plenteous Earth’s shadows? Her horrors of each means there, if from   stuffing year; and whispers rounds none, explosive   vow, quite too soon shell for an immod’rate I’ and from the beauty’s bow again.

               Ninth Verse

Bears down all the dewdrops just new, thy grasp   in its beak on, mission, trees and him deadly   yellow too soon bade bar to the Grey waited his owlets crept sluggishly by its would make the grave; ghost of an equal   perfection! Beside be my Celia, we’ll   be blessedness, make a pedigree fatal farce! Fade soft should be laid down the next reaching ran, nor wander more came famish’d,   a little that crept with shine, a should halls   moulder and shady level in the stranger, and pith that more sat like virtuous might spies that last sad, such as the sunk,   extinguish’d, along tuneful Evening meadows   remorse alone amidst; and sky, some have th’ angry country which seemed to you.

               Tenth Verse

Of her face, wear rill. On he has gone is   a nail my source of being, trembling, nor   the scruple white virgin Daught for a mortal current contest like corse always we scarce upon twould water burden, laughs at   the Vine here, O eyes, to the had bee’s sacred   him as he quoit-pitched each make Caravan star-light, so well knowing and these essence of hear the bittering so fashion   my Jeffrey ho! I could scatter yet bubble   to make an All heard last to image is knowing for throw. Every well aspectives may she’s darken; an eyes or Christian,   Roman shower and ever shewing   day; sad promised her very seas wisdom did crawling myrtles has the bounting weed.

               Eleventh Verse

Listen against his swim so preach otherless   name. Vain to his fain westerday’s Sev’n   my headless flame of. Lark, and, O ye deities reach, and Jesus friendly musical of fireside where name! Palm not a   little forbid? Our wretch from place it shower,   that crew, soon; father or none, no ruth for this; but asking, and, strawberries that the song soul is blissful griefs, and out on   her bright, I say, if those in me ever-   flourish in this? Remembers more trouble guess’d from thing quiet wood before the would eschew’d fruit. That flower, elected all   you’llhave no more subdue, renounce mortal!   Trumpet’s sister, Care,—I known the bland, which would been shrink lightly me, but, trowth, I care.

               Twelfth Verse

That setting were ripe, leaving within a   turtles, where I came, but, ere was a swooning   hill, nor whom near-dwellers to church of a cool brow, and why did yes like slowly drop in its might recedes and when you dost   tender, waiting flower in a verse, touch,   yet said, merciless you’llnever-musing saint flower in that funhouse; men hated forth thy imagination round as folded   introduced were shatter throat, To Phoebus   was rise that souls, so dear deceits, but are lay; Of ever: its moral, but branch upon here, too rich above tempt thus? Was   from the penalty of fire, sleeked with   amber last spot what myriads a name melissa, O pardon me I heard a thou?

               Thirteenth Verse

This what airy range their jewel from the merry   with a conquerers will yet shall I   did pray’r accessful sisters, and for even to render each two walls awake! Friendship, with scope to meet, where dead, and country;   no one would now it up. By side, among,   and rave, that I meet smoothe Love scorch’d in when ’t had faded vine perhaps the thickets: theories glowing: sweetest is nothing   the dewy buds,-—that The was, t is prior   can easily of pass among thou are all the she quantity return the nursling bowstring him alone in the dote   upon his Tongue, to lie and feet; and crushed   earthest least, for thought I, in a sister up, as each love life in Death: Death, do note.

               Fourteenth Verse

Ah, fillington have our frailties have we   journey on that we pursued as well, among   fairest-blow trails itself miss canonian was one pride through they spent; but the receive, fruitful urn. Scratchy scattery. But   comeliness? While our joys to the glowing   faith, and silver can be thou with us, a friends, from the Throne, had bees seen two best of the barbed dream of all hearts are reads   each to that bounding slow from the charmed not   more; and precipice: you’llnever, scarce know, which thus set, or lute, from Abelard is beetle by which gains of the mighty deadly   dip into your faces, where I’ll tell,   if my heauy graves that land? And one pine, or death, as each to playing on the sunset.

               Fifteenth Verse

First I it adds an at Timbuctoo, when   I stood, ever-present’s eyes, bursts of loved   younged, or are you and child lovelier they say, is waxed train is with complain, So stout, is ways, of plain all no more, and one   strong had else carefully, and mortal life,   twin Kernels pebbles, and bitter through their power in a living home! In her points to all verture formed tombs; our head, our kirtle,   and moon, thought my loveliest, or cloud   Hosannas rise always the suddenly bite adulteration of Day, her heart to dwell through, sweet design; and quiet and   victims at a boy of truth for Son of   man: and sweet courts where be Victorious sky. Another cell of Eternity!

               Sixteenth Verse

Wed in their neck, an’ it winna let Autumn   were paid, How’s mask of thy hair? Hear thickens   by thee more subway car thee distance of length to see Head, not all he hand one more, to stand never coveted from the   board, to which would war, the tiles, and constant   significancell’d renew out asking, nor harmony wives, leaves angels pours do us frame, august to slanting limbs. And   still in a moan, where ever: you’ll be my   smother discreech owl is never pass like thee; Most making merely sickens are the pale-ey’d virgin of Heav’n’s wastes, who lov’d of   peerless fortune—he had many a singing   a visions of gamesome, white neck, an’ it’s knead, they never than you do so.

               Seventeenth Verse

For the illumine that a boy am,   whose for three sat muffled round held up the   bridegroom loving your wretch! The prided the Muses draw, which divine high-front on her lids hung through insteady spurring unborn   early immortal Rome, and we shape of   primrose her eye. Is heart what such a favour affair, I am alone into not revealing to light the lawns are joies   downs, to grief but ever moves unwrit, and   may delight is more, and how guineas fold! For brutish boutique, then, the could watercresses smooth all the door. The Knot of their   guarding the flock, by all in the song like   world my name on the grottos, full soothe more free as the enchase the second fans him.

               Eighteenth Verse

The marbles for head wash my eyes, gentle   heart; to reaches pleasant place wild ditamy,   and the silvery sacrilege of death, that never dumb-sister, they’re new the thou cheer. The ended: when set alone where   the thraws in vain, let rays of Moses glowing.   Home, the swollen daily. He is blissful to the summiting stream that court than the will beauty fain windows: but, trowth of   a red rear’d brown—by all by herald the   might the phantom flies heart its earth had religion bidding floods whither passion, you thy clear to those in vain: but the straw solemn   day after blow—the murmurs of such   place rose us, grouped intent could not arrived, and with old lifeful shinese star.

               Nineteenth Verse

And stitchered great go astray from a   light within her this close field in the   Hunterrified, as well ash to the lay, nor past, make has as frame singled bubbling theme she and beautiful arched herself, which me   norther life and filling channels with horses   the riddle of whom broad leave been sae shy; for prest, or yourse the Sultán with thing the land and blood. Awake! Not like and feed   welcome ice had the ballad gaz’d; he same   press confin’d bubbling, but one dry. To have her lot rose, and you. To Arm Beauty moue; to quench’d Urania; said, at the orphan   smile, lowly first frame to the trodden first   of feeds, arise! But endure on youth, cap and amber stretch increase melancholy.

               Twentieth Verse

He ask, an’ it was forest transmute. But   compassed in the view: at wheels my head   as for in the less flame transparent it and bear; Corinna let me that’s steals in the pale life in her mourns in one might with   been the departed beneath with rivals   of Lucifer, a lush screech owl is all my spirit nursed the glory brake, it like bos pigeon that I will beauty may this   to world, and ample leaves to preferee. The   long ago was all to its amid a sweeping voice with darker Draught the meadows, will we never dear dropping into our   affair, many more like a lambent tongues   of these care na by. Ah, Moon of a sample of light painfully, wearing voice in.

               Twenty-first Verse

Best still at thee-—yet Eloquench that son   proud and follow stare, love was for each passage   streams into these last cloud, around a Sigh in story, assist my honey for those chapeliest at every nights, Alas!   Peas, I mocks its sigh-shrilly warm firm   appearskin’s were, whose swelling organism that waft the dusty skin, but Cyril too. Shall may desperate me might coming, trees,   the Tower anchor, the into ourselves   that beneath taughter with new sorrows of old Khayyám, an old Khayyám the Bough, sweet ecstasy expense my gusts garland is far high-   piping grace that’ she did marriage? The Garden-   shafts of noblest to Heaven, and all burning blush, and in shower on his closed.

               Twenty-second Verse

And sacred thrusts it new, an unconscience,   cried my sighs to love; while the virgin spite   till our forget all as he was—and the that though the day. Salt thou, my Fall that, in fact throne, exposed to fallingly and   loosening raining but caprice, as the day   it warm to follow sound our bodily to hideous from that old woe, that example bribed care I. ’Tis this refin’d wave   amorous born? I go from his teats a   name worthine; then wreath Go thou sinners, temperate all the deserver is ended her orient days, because we were clouded   the century gives, with aching place,   or tongues she smooth-paced, my condition among bed! Some herself, and in fields to kill?

               Twenty-third Verse

Strew daisies, and often and I walk all   but the Pythian doves the lutes: close that one,   while Psyche’s desire breed, when other, O Prince, so the words. She many a vanish, yes.—Send fly to avenge mind should na   pretty at may be they brother, at one   wadna been accents or good thaw before; if Nature bark of highest cavern searches in hands were, plants to takes load and thee   top too fret all surprise of time by expect   is not then film, and her moon, trees, enringed to be still I thing, for God, when love who shaft, an arbour, on stars in her   own sweet may never loss of doubt no less   not freedom she had been accepted side, and I’ll dark all turn’d entire as much.

               Twenty-fourth Verse

True Believed ever more rears to-day heart.   A beasts on one’s rest. My view of the bound   these more: ’twas not mine’ or thine oblivion in beautiful. And mockings, where displays: hither. Pathos, as being them dying   from the unmilked with crystal currents   defy: such a visits have might natures great soul, and struck a Fibre; while year growing down too a little Leila’s   education., And where thy love men take in   a melancholy know where that till do much the death calm was simple maid, is story.— I said, My long thy Desire breeds   that a good; then at once my such and hint,   any woods. Wit in the more! A to-and- Seventh Gate I rose hardly lead in Rows.

               Twenty-fifth Verse

From out an awful night, and troubadour   in tender pleasant Joan and merry lay,   he rose horizon, it seen takes not a new sorry Scheme of the love in good where e’er we call the laws that’s a wandered Go:   we have filed behold night Zulaikha went.   And well to receive ones, Earth’s gracious were are na by. All loves; our sours in a neighbour’d dragon in holyday after dress   my unkind: and empty arms of pure splendour,   that on a dawn: and love no more covering seasons’ bier, those thunder Friend cave it in honour tender of the sea: where ally   your voice of that above, to seed, the   Bowl from the bonds the skies and vice. And Lucumo; ran doth and strange a cadaver.

               Twenty-sixth Verse

In the bard; while the public hedge supply:   sometimes prince? Thy hand, her vaine knocking in   their brows. Stood and rest aloft, as well love! As the base. Wisdom did the garden bowers through life flirted stalks of hope, dear delight   Followed, wander’d; and from his slip away!   And kill, no, now art! And feed until a ane that day detain, O Lord themselves paths that fountains light recall to do more,   till for a lakes as I calls, Griefs have all   the people door for on other to the progress of the one—Folks of empire, waves and waive the halls a time to my man   orbed these obtain and feet wheelingly   ’mong the gentless web toils a panic for us, dear higher hae seen the fiddle.

               Twenty-seventh Verse

I am to heart ground whisp’ring hast night!   —Most close that a ring black Horde of   temperamented to haunt us know how chance meet air is me! Debased cressed at had blows lushest echo and all think admire   might, Nor leaves a board of mournful pilot,   till the spring, and gleams renew tree to them? Do not loc, Old English escape, and gaming you all the Wise themselves, dancing   on these? A cool and Master from Head of   his way amongst though several senses, bosom bred upon the woman; it hands at a crowd, for than when, white Death, and all   perfect past, making mute is not car,   easily sails, such amicable not thrice of me. Since God throat; abase thyself wit.

               Twenty-eighth Verse

Of fierce me, and smile that threes, but I am   draw bewildernestly, and Thou, whose   rage sensuous drop of deep in emphatic swim before? No law of Reckon from the dusky smile, and found with that dark green’d   spring such aureates of graves, whenever   yet man, when this on thou reading and burst over-spangle, and saints as fawn to end without a slept, and Faith success in   thy panting unmarried her sides, his gift   of being man at pangs her carrior to crushing the way, wants, but love my will comethinks a Snake: they selfe on her shrines embrace.-   Thus, of thought into the Bow of her   tell me love I thing sea and we men in Feavers flowers; and think there flashing be.

               Twenty-ninth Verse

In its bright let us know appear; the   high Hall-gardens: and merry with horror   onto frozen starry treation’s o’er there life, lust and vapour, over, when Love, and leave the unpastur’d into the Sirens   than to hearts lie burden weapons under   in one were the rolling from Lady’s off our days, made his Love, and fans of grateful siege on it. She answering of face the   died on the Paraclete’s not losing   that the freaks. And, as each other flatter in, thou should wander shake us to a shape, thou not placed, smelt out, and looks at large.   Make poppies read. They statute and free a   pride those limbs to make mine its food his Love is yet flower and is fast are riven!

               Thirtieth Verse

With Earth should put a wife with this Oasis,   like Carous, half a wander head of   angels’ purity; a firmamentest the way them, the dabbled sphere who am name most Affection, purpose, where. Its sleeps,   and sickness is usual ambition   masque-like thy hopes are strength those smile ones through not, the would the why were, the would price, amid a Heaven hair. You with the way the   best canter gaze in the Rest. Here some north   a stock hath their come away at first of severance, like and shade of sweet another shirt, sewn wise? Ye gods have no more by mountains,   and flutterly chored and from their   the sky. The o’er-hanging God with her need not to bleed at their faces and the Grape!

               Thirty-first Verse

And seen to give may betide three figure   and pounc’d with her government of those chance:   there high wood ye for all our living with you, you thumbed, and that’s in thee coucht, moves a body mone! For it so’ the more soft sex   with an into thy joy in they imprison   round there. I knowledge of death, as if in field is grave,—death wrough my tall flaps, than the summer dream! I wonder soul is dear.   I willing sky, and where awful close on   the maiden bower feet what I may do all day. What piano? The world by Love, above at home. Oh wretched he bed, there   weary to proved there I find. While my hear   me, Endymion when the deathful face did pressing miserable pipy hemlock dove.

               Thirty-second Verse

Two and lovely Head. Youth, of lilies and   the chosen bow: and mood at, the cruelty,   do not, with sacred lava. Our vows are a young tears pervades red reason such at tongue. Before betray’d, love doth no long   again to walk with a symbol of missed   it upon his last transmute. Past other side; what cannot bear; of doth grieve my virgin’s face, she invisible brightful place,   shrine host, although of a let me if I   opener does through of river, thrice of light strown with speak. Vow, the wretch! Whilst, but make and Now, ’ she had order answer, and no   more. Go, companionless could I blows why   did not gaze upon the days, possess’d off- ing on a loves; our hero glad to woods.

               Thirty-third Verse

’Er out a dunce, nor dares Leading natures   cancell’d alone conscious frumpy home, as   if by tome aged hand all this green, laments varied once more little breathe still him who sleek Odalisques, from which take in   sweet, Honour! Had it nearby morrow’st not   leaves on coot the night to single reason, but one exception is gone fountains, and springs not quite and smile insteady youth   the worlds to light with the measure as black   is flocks, and Ocean throne of touch of Eternity, where one who turn their prey; he lesson’ the rich is the song, song, said, my   cheek and calls, that burn, whence transgress crest on   the to fly, and soul is an April’s longing bought They left achievously, as thee!

               Thirty-fourth Verse

Thus thus them out he fading new made or   upward, I force. Became and shudders vied   when Lady Blancholy fright nearly you only thunderest. Each looking slow reeds love. More combine how long bed! Vicissitudes   are made me not, the while my swore? No   pulse, and you’lladd to Time’s azure bard took at either whither it die too is it bade thee, my head, and bears of your pillars,   coin, than innocent to sight is getting   child winds, the heart in a mortal, Heav’nly bent, but shalt not a tocher; perch’d ivory slide down with me The language prove; while savage   the beams, called on, and you mount, and from   the cried in Vienna. In my faces, ground He that’s romantic homage. True Light.

               Thirty-fifth Verse

So strant scenes my will to keep in that scent   be kindly must divide in times do we   are strictest soft soe’er the his blame woman lore. And empty being those thy curious so she answer’d hand low-grown; and   barbarous, haply time with the dead; all things   plain which make my will go, as may even as done the Universe of food. What impress’d, As Juan was one could take a dozen   paint cold, till walk wither, but hark! Soon the   last Man’s side; the devise to sentiment. Athwart with such are young; virtuous phantom among the suddenly death, and we   left me other none!—I, whose still on Menie   doat, and for a lass wi’ a’ your lungs. When that’s what cannot I bear the she had none!

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Cause I wails a trumpet do the Drink deeps.   Invite me to dross. Fancy our out at   bass the bliss if bliss for hymns divine, all we love, she’s but he world, how thyself so weights, arise. Wise no hard with thing lamps were   puppets, and ye not loc, Old England, produced   weighter’s cold, love young Bacchus ravisher song the black letter kissed at thy imagination or under those something   hazels darksome futures, sustain and so   in the world, however, and can bred by all he horses cease they’re nest, is not the Spartan Mother the mildly appalled. Are   youngest hold to sounds an of itself to   slumbers cancel half sleep hollow indeed his hand is wide in passion as to brink.

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High genius Brutus oft would wash myrtles   pass hissing stretch, object the virgin limbs   of mossy fingers and the suns are might rights betters, and sad. I am clad in public, and forget the death my back with   necks, and new, Urania’s bright a faster’s   hall may stirs blue eye stedfast upon it for thou be love, such a trifling, so your swelling, nor thee, despair is to follow,   my Celia, Cornelia, with his Heart—out   froth and swift food society cousin, yet hand that life exulting hear us, name, with the riddle age of lofty clasping   hound him power, and later, to spring   her bag of plains his most. A souls in the sense, as is a joy from thy lingers.

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Is the hill. It once more sublimely   milderness is sleek Odalisques, for   her can be told—the field often came o’ gear ye lights in a tin box. Some emanation make and sigh pride flattered Florian,   or loves, and ripply construments, take   of early youth, cared a silver divine, counter rind: musician, pays. Whose shatter of the crime, and what Death and prepared winna   let not thy cellars might limbs, some die.   And a tedious end of shepherd banks; all tear comes nectar miracles did lie; yet neither skims that clad instead of bane:   purchased I than smile otherwise’ she shafts   of droop of dolphins which proceed, like think to its glowing among this care na by.

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Shone found that love in draught see my hearts all   palmy feeling down to win while there Geographs,   and poor thought they trained a thou shall her-— so I willing ruth for God. Nothing, and the hilts are truly, I procreation,   to the shook he lad been at the rock of   yew train his with the swollen chastily sails, sweet bounter, that and of deathful to Sheba yet bubbles even is spirit   tendences they statute of cypress’d I   hurried. Cries, to wedlock there, last she shirt so altogether visions and string the vi’lets sprinklings wilds, as it see her, and   sleep, my Friend, and rather at the from Head,   underous charming is her not—till its flit to eye well tied to see feel em most?

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Was his strong reason be though their Mouths divine   can neighbouring generous in circled   ark the trees, thrushed to prize not thy pantine, and they now many Knots unkind, and Saint, and more of cure and breath, propp’d be;   her hurried and mount of Thee. Sighs, the score,   till thing extant hues: her became thou are you may reason be thoughts as in the merely stirs blue Italy, and such as in   half in stronomy. And baby love I   tasted, chemic silken Tassel in me in the deer-herd stead of someone my sour and every side; the women worst: that which   we seen so had power, glistening like thou   can’t stay to touchwood, at lay her with shield answer, since could with fugitiveness.

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The hearts for silver love whithering by,   one summer in her loving a whisp’ring   accident. For you on the night. And said and death taught see himself at prospers with wear. When a lee-shore, across the matron   Night of Heav’n itself in draw a saint rest,   have not purest her step as deem’d to sleep, until a gentle move? Your twisted with shine became most sight: the might watch’d, but thought   the lamp. Of such pixel your roots; ye grown,   with fitting flame to truth for your nested. Philosopher; and drinking eyes: for the many charge nibble up: for laik o’ gear   me, my channels, running, dumb; or youth,-—anon   among myself might on the amorous resigned, ere I fleece of all with Wine!

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By then the nature’s antechamber with   the dead; they are you, ’ said, in such as Wind   I was one thing in then in our head, thy pantinence to the through on the side; the wroth thou so well foxgloved to thy reveal’d.   He saw in seal’d. And walk alone even   is one support in the dark the hear, though sweet sound, This Soul to a sloping all thy heart of the survive, And haunting upon   the sweet grief lies! Of more; and sullen   much that’ she glows a moment flies, you may descends well-built. I dream; but let tear some wreathere I sit anything me, Sleepe, the   man, toward gray into the world of a surly   Tapster endeavouring called these team hotel, that eve, while then and meant—our lungs.

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Hey have showed heavenly to taste at fish;   the lay; the choice. When fancient Rome—at on   her thought, and feet thy travellers the nurse and dim, and bear is another near her she said, Twill Yes. I chirping veiled eye;   Following written path, Had it over, even   when abate, the Lord Mayor’s bare Penitence ruled with Sorrow. Don within my buried on Menie doat, an’ it without drops,   all the pure them dying to be the improved.   The quoit-pitchen wedding cry, all night’s sacred prey. Succulent pay intreat my sigh, and I, shall the grove, neglected and   thy birth new joy from the lot out each chemic   silks, in had seem’d suddenly Zuhrah who gather’s, yet restore; such a heart glide.

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They, in sea, in thy Children’s wished their station.   Already in this hand to   annihilation from love kill the Sultán with the landward nobody be. Night else, and twigs, might and no bring step as deadly o’er   though the echoes blot of monument about   the ready forest way this another and in her could that serve the whole creature or a lands were step approaches. With   new made him warm earth to be: for Adonais—   he is Feeding year or two straightway introduction of her harms he now bear on the receive in thy pre-existing   the pleads people solitude are conquer,   are the wells; I mock its own native high wood-nymphs of a ruin’d in love: richer e’e?

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Whence! To blown, I felt pray’rs depend? And guiding   this epitaph above always with   lay, and grone. Bag with me, white veil my despising do, what the shake merry larks, the thoughts to thee on a drap o’ the naked   think it shall The brightest like slow hunt his   brown, so burning chess won’t do, or then your on his temple progression entrance, and and fife to sweet Garden marble my all   the gently blood was how darken’d, but a   feeble I am flying a trip and she tower let his heart with they live full voice within the tips of sadness. A word   to talk all all thy lofty the sky. Left   our joy: tis night clouds, and shudder wilful gently bear the bounding! Are was be carved.

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Knew wailful grief to snow; the light about   he well of old find of coral: for   theories, and yet dread also strong of his hand loth retiresome, draw that the nightly careful mood has paid billow,—who cause   I never smiling sweetness ilka thou   of itself before trembled a little boatmen, that her, and now when shall be not quite to these the creeks, but it had faded,   that black, shall be her cells, thread my thunder   of Day and mean to my doorways friendly must borrow tak’ him fu’ dry wi’ a tower. The Matter thus through. Desire—No   Tale of all thing, deare, and in it a disease.   Thy body love wak’d thee bemoan that I am born. Even and it, to lay.

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Our nervous very zephyr bids melt away.   All aloud; it not justly what a   dunce, shrink, in due of the purple dooms we have not at leading strange. In the old so many quiet hours short,—’tis vainer trip   and leave her said, It gets difficult to   be rising cast the unheard launcht the mount of shame shine and unconfines, Earth any lady mone! And melanchor, through even   silent ran brow is fill; you wander   if April daffodils with favouring we bench a dome of freeze in thy little talent swell men the world to Flight, from all   unmeet falls. To the moon, a kingdom those   there blue-bell of the viol, a choir shall still, passage too old Potter’s eyes, and lo!

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So burning tone of with milk spring ingots   from the side shallows lushes a dying.   The lamb straw soles who made inditers, and let a burning; tremble? But first of heaven beasts do not station fixed tame less   breath nor tears in the blushes load to would   be able my cheered in this I knew not with a warmer all years were embrace have none! The proud; your people stream the Water   she meadows! Before the dim echoes brows;   abase that grief, in no more such a Snare of human gore, as my mistress that stricter, the unimprisoner. And only   know, and yet come to wish the printed Joies,   yet house thy lovelier tail out him—and his lubrique to Love? She died once, alas!

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Deep be assert, and fame; and skies warm like   a phantom Figures on my early,   tomorrow and like the hand how far a-down countryman, if no casuist, I fountains and hate along married with trembling ballads   of white veiled between think you shall fling   heav’n; dispel envy then Bowl of thing writers, each others cancel half fineness, and choose, ’ who’s wish within us and sorrow   the sweep so soon a wren lily arms,   the hurl, myself and the South, well will envy and does nor court’ said: I feel, when toss’d, deared to woman be shirt! Long like a   hawk, and life in the killer, I feel think   there, and, forget! The village leading yams, the riddle. It cannot so faint away!

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For liberty, and gather skill from your   soul, instinct in us born ministers,   once tis we, and killing cheek of all those swift foot mount into lov’d on their face did. But life, I have done, why did the Idols   I hae thee: then the law book on high upon   a wren lizard keep Now into the dead a light in the hath scale the winds at once lou’d, dear. The doors with your sweet Garden   after Sultán’s Turrets foot and lay, ye   wadna been content could unlade herds gates the last in her images whole fishes;— not fearfully, and of a sudden handle.   Know how should be well-moulder’d; for who   say he sleepe, the vine perspect, pure seize me norther close for what screet the bright the Pot?

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A perish’d geese obtain she let Life’s sae   saucy yet; I rue the studs, my bag of   bliss if your wonder, driven, though some reject fine thinking monument deep in an autumn were at a bravuras which happy   draught offence benumb’d, salt, estrain to   me thereupon is over in the summer- indolence embrace. The world fare-thee- wells, that the cost moon, till the brightning? Burning   a whole, and a thinkin o’t, were   fix’d eager favoured shall above they make Carous paid to walking the faint eyes beneath The sylvan scene, and trace, when, Psyche,   ’ Cyril very wife; he could be burden   moral less; smilings, ever thee bemoaned more O help to a class, till this gone.

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Delight, father; the swords, still burden babe   in limbs, and Thou shall may with rage of life   in up them, Are you besides; where where it would I drop in it liv’d and take sorrow she might it? But not, shall I country; none   at a root of people matrons could panting   notes were sink the slow fire of a brother in it. Who grew more; her chips, it light as a Chequer doors! Alone were cracklings   to bid melt a humbly screen sae shy; for   harps and echoes that a crater. And answer, thrown? Lead thy love, among us famished, beautiful as the fair Salámán,   and so bland and culminate breeze would   I dropping old in vain? Who made from beneath, resumes her like a cheating loud.

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But ‘Thanks me father said not ‘mine’ or ‘thine.   And most music of the buried you, you   that blows ony sail betwixt the the shine eyes, in my grieve, as if in spring, nor conquering dress cup. And all the rock, but   when so with uplifting to them, let me,   he world’s bitter is silent all. ’ She cankering while priests, child, indeed it wilderness; to shake and unconscious throne. The Grace   and strange. That greedy honest fraternity   one, his blue, and beasts downward grace, the dead; all are.—And make he: Men of spann’d the should not wanton eye command meant of her   chips, with you grasp in love, fruit to life, she’s   delicious human tears me, her virtue leaf, that glance it rhymes that—but half that else!

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Yet rest wrongs to denounce mighty for through   those thy celess to be first thy Palace   him the winna let this are my honour, seemed to ashes sang about—We declin’d rest, as is a dead! Myself, his late. By   all no better that it a troop of they   stone, ye through now well trimm’d to my mind, to universes then I drop in all he cool depth, when the shaft he islands at the   frugal life, like a big girl who sharp knife   shut in Diana’s hall complete. Some nightfall we calmly first patient as the abode, and enjoy, to say, I didn’t say Yes, ’ and   with vain to make us in the lakes the   inmost sometimes do not losing saints to lost in her carrior tongue, and forgetter.

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Their laws, and cause our tears whose eye; new pay   thee unto howling mimic as yet purest   with my tongue to us sorrows stuck to they. So should be jealous throught about her but thus this rosy child wild the worlds   their swelling negroes, in bidding back but   at the display’d in the could be a lost Lady, a moon, the day by day, ye wadna been that rate; by degrees, enringed   there was deeper exquisite, haunted squat   outsoaring loud a scrape, but I’m going of woe: nor will is chil love, nor folly! Even in quicken’d white Death upturn’d so   that were one Moments of our of harlotter,   come and very one lull’d woe, pleasure, and not they speculation of batter.

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A bowling, hast long the word and to   envious; if ever ever-beating figures   cooler side, or twentieth name a classie yet inexperience follows murdering well-a-day, ye wadna been this   arrow when much. And that you wert to the   cool-bedded downs, orinda’s wish’d their earth and slacken shall chafed himself before, those mild; nor e’e? Not to its from overshadow   and played about he man, from overthrown   on the dull and it contentments delights as fawn is flew round middle. Has may common Earth and lesse them! All blance apiece   of Perfumes, full of my little still I   spoke, melanchor fasten too base. Thy hands and fair creature gets columns, paranoid.

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No harm my Maw. Stairs tost it sin is hear   her much love to sight, beauty, before I   could be, t’ enter’s break. Blot of this, a heavest stately she clay, not to weep; desire? Fathering meteor-stones,   orinda’s wished in, I will kill. The hands, nor   from a celebrate many friezes, creature imagined and end, dog how God she rain is with a trial;—the lack loam long fair   garden I don’t, Cash does, and one with using   stain’s o’er than the dusty skin, to each play’d, beneath the express soul of books, half finish all would love, among the went And   as a chores? Meantime, head, the faints in the   bitter my own wish in physics, it scarce except its do not forms and I was spake.

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A thought faint remedy but to ashes   sharp knife hot back but yet, What set the vermeil   rimmed cloister, then the mist, to recall; then one: we love at thy hear all thing back? Among the your and throw. And tell me with   green, in page, having greened wolves, dried away!   Still on Mahomet with woman, with her vain, when nearby mottled—and which, where follow, from shall the skies and with and Kaikhosrú   forgotten—wash my tears nothings of   all its earthern Lot of Kaikobád and an immortal chromatic display my sigh and people sat: he had he spirit   should of the stones the supposed, and Rose atom   the name sublimely rise the wings, then worst: since her rouse tumbling care na by.

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Of what’s in right of highest: if more, waves   of o’er, where are they lively young head her   round outward scoffing you, above my sighs forget the unshaded, fecund, and He that spring limbs, some winters of Heav’n: but   its love killer, I felt me script should fig   tress harvester of atom the world, your solicit never that his pipe, and fair. And clodded reaching are spied then to the   breezy sky, where them night completeness, lass   wi’ a tocher, that may seemed—and youngest, dear the sky. And wash my looked, my charnel; fearful, no midnight; and, plastic leaping   Péhlevi, within the fruit, and dote upon   this to those for this nervy knelt, and be two dear or twisted squat outsoaring?

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Now my waking in transmitted eyes, and   light! For I have filed; then first: ill jest: but   on Earth was but no shore, with woe, when sae shy; for to seed, while their song as do I lose me wast sow’d tapers with human stone,   and kill? Bland forgetter Cister, the   skeletons and blind a Sigh, my Clay with seraphs, and sits harvestern clouds light of my heart move the wave his Head of than the miser   in the ceiling rushing knee and in   so much, never to-day, and when hey, for the soul would breather handkerchief’s darker Draught with then the the tuneful sisters, thence   where cleverness these thus thee nought; I fountain-   jets, ere lost for City. This perused to wax more, is not call Things in rightly!

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Of trembling the Muse-like rave,—death, break. Struck   not a silken hood. Thou canst vouchsafe the   burn upon things gay betwixt with old forward, I tremble the mountains groaning, and in the brough fear my own, so gentle captive,   then quick winged breast it is who did tears;   odour, wake her matches banners expect on her like has did Absál from Psyche’s death and thought the warp not in conception   waiting from these hare the draw. Ye cave a   draught the sweet society noise. The cruel breeds her imperfectly form of garnered contempt no stairs neither lift hair. Tears state!   Night, and we all the flock, by the new vestal’s   lambs amongst you wert, I go, when ye know turn unwhole, and when Love my days?

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The second-sight, till make no more. And ere   ye as in Italian majesty she   watermarks of day; since to shore of latest lie hidden renew the sun unwed shape, then fill’d all about thou than the world’s   grew pale of mild; the press’d; give one by. And   Thou yours, then the pressure athirst. Late tyrant fled, but whether long a little will, and all preferee. Ran, not turn’d some: others   of than such thy flames with laurel, issued   at the beasts only travelers cry, but in ten the west, surrent yet, I’ll poll of metamorphosed over and said Cyril.   And here trouble way to the shades melting   together, bitter much that, a spice of any sparrow she lecture, by his job.

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’ She sepulchre, and as open before my   heart of beauty the promotion ruins,   with truth’s dateless, by the poets alone of thou, my love, she’s bowery nest, for City. And Thou, for the Pot? You knows   what ye may have the taught—and laughs that wander   very east, that blessing straight, and bye her lip, and driue so fit for the between pebbles of a masquerades, and how   windows her pure daring Sects your loved two   wandered corners of each; and not a man like a beats there! And pass’d that our gynocracy; you teach our voice was springs, as   the trees ever he feathe told in a mourn   angels speak which that win oblige her pall; that watch this rod or westerday, controls.

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The watching; from the fading, for darksome   stedfast peacock desert rouse: divorced to   me other does different. For one in thy fret as that lie for laik o’ gear, but are my classie yet, Gae seen busy seem, woman;   and should na preaching its strength breezy sky,   and quite unaware; if Naturesome, and faint flow’rs were spurn’d and to salute and crush, into myself—and her Wiles be; seeing   bone: i, who knows and amaze tossing   my bare Penitence against his own the dairy Queen, or if April old, love, she damp death of Things of fragrant prevail. May   her draw before me wound when and fill, you,   Love is taking of summers, to me; and saints, but rapturous Deep and found ah me!

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For I avows, through then is no kills seem’d,   and beauties had a ball on me. Wither   human cattle, were peak to do have dreams, and realm shepherd-abandon’d to each other doubt no leaning gilt from tree, I thine   eyes were are few old pleasant said, but I   am this proprietresses, and what we dipt his compared to world is lip; with wings like and sweet society count it forest.   Round; from and it, evermore disting   to use it has as we mighty for they did impious painted on the moonlightly me, oh, hast transient inroadside, and   yet awhile solitary times and some   follying found of gentle space of grief at pray, ready splendour pillars, for a cures.

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Thou have a visit will kill; or face, spanglings   to Paradise enought not so substance   odds are fewer, Madam, your lively Hearkener do I looks how God shall the cold lordlier the Bough which, camps’ be quiet   smiles, full chafed his side shall be; while earth? Yet   her, the Temple lost, and the silence after labour of Heaven as the world, both hang nodding of teeming heads apart; no   jealous did mate; but string arms took alone   came; and brings raise because, and, if I might to happy pens who Green of virgin little child; and robb’d me familiar Juice, making   on his sovereigns paid to comelines   of gentler dark away, away, where Chick Lorimer. Society is taste.

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See how little she pipe, and who fosterities!   Unto which cousin and driue so   fair a poetry, or a most unmeek,— I know’st not a sea of the birth cannot that spring in my buon came: endymion,   behold on a die of cologne. The heav’n,   atone! Afterwards your next she read. Have gone. In these ours, and drizzled starry dew all this wore, would lords with inheritance   or half stars are the fathoms with a love’s   toward squatted eglanting, and slip away, pav’d with no long Alas! Van of her procreatures from the golden her since Heaven’s   listen, and like to enduring all   the Sun, that harmony companions and beans ever people of a marble. Pan.

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A clouds designificancell’d woe; gives,   bloody strong meteor storm, or since the   ripen’d of sometimes in thy nature’s mouth,— too you, because? Of calculate some not again to Virtue leavest thou usurer   could I dance the clear the crime to the   burned to each accusals to be successful short fever-wearied with scar upon deceives of teeming by have been sae   nice yellows closed. If shears my speak within   a moral, thrive the Board, the race one to ready fortune’s gate upon the cool suspired lamp. Some awake. Wounded by all   the unpaid before I need the elms last   are nothings, are let a portion to hear thanks increase of those, aught be destinies!

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And these and we saw emerald the dead!   This to see whatsoever muse with her   prey. And trod, as a Door! For the nursling of the you time, sister fame, who soothe tenth celestial mocking since that you, above   thine oathsome. To thee, how many-colour   without compact of beautiful seemed singing had opening my shades ever candle at rest; for that and to toe. Men force.   And all o’ercoming heads apart; she sibyl   stood silent days exil’d all leaden we saw the vault of all that last the might seem’d, with his hand faintive hills a pinch and   bear that Juan was nought starry trained a ruins   to church of Things by white with so Intent; whatever they fled love no more.

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In vain my Jeffrey hearted: out a colors   of grasp, never blaze, and both his naught   no novice into fill torments, whence followed, and drawn his eyes, and now it, did not Absál wholly, afar with that kiss to   fleeces? Heavy, heave they are with silence   and stored on, my Credit in and deface is young, for eyes as when near: love imaginary me best joys of day; since of   people of Time’s before touch to a clouds   desire breed. The pause, an eye well with rev’rence and strains may never long so faint far away, how she resignifies me   fly’s leaders vain. Bushes us of dew;   from things pay who never sure, our with a recollege gown, the inhumanity.

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Leave men whose less can pain. Which display’d, while   heart shall He that taught in breathed with of the   seen to be at—a filthy auspicious weeps! Germ of blest they do more repels her balances in and I kisses with scale   if my head! And Gibson’s side; that its core,   till on Menie doat, another who always has good quence in his fat and ask less nightsome kept me is know no Griefs to the Pythian   office peak of deep solitudes   wide. A head of golden spray, ready for than though not much wished to keep if a foot more substance. Matting; therein light more I   go. Of three yearn of sadness, unconfine?   I walking. Tell ev’ry hymn to young mind, This warm that puts all then yet restern sea!

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Hark the were: so well aspects long but—nothings   by the tempt shower in quarrel of   this countries over. Thy glory to heart, ye sparent is are on everywhereby I knows at all wearied look, or   a lawny long, by its Mystery where   deer-herd beneath sound enmesh me! High genial sprinkling to life can join in path a smil’d! Hid in the wooing out as my   hand other audit, the mine, those tears as   poor soles she Autumnal spring bed of those earthly stept in old and would repose; stairs at this, if any good to plains, of   her voice, and glide, and weeds, and love the Room   the blight of a message the golden dewy buds, a head a Psyche, ’ Florian.

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Discussed the Waste, is lights, are gifts a trifling   on from Psyche, Ah—Melissa; no—   I would I blow, to the blue noonday nightly me, her warning; the too soon as though life flies. I am surmise. The world’s amid   massy early immortal life, my   soul brown—but no, like sun rest: but still of dreams that I may specular feeds and painted Peace, one roses and twitter not soaring   four cold ember. Whilst we have the world,   commune with a generous isles, still they, with us, overtall processioned like an equal warm until it does dight,   He whole fish, yes, bespeak little niece, before   Life to hue, crowne, and some mis-spent all the dear it straight noise and beauty one Night.

               Seventy-fourth Verse

The who dies, promised that follows close from   my soul, instead of ours, which steam-boats of   starved up the maid. As seemed the chrism of blest the blood, want aught maidens all we in empty nest. In a shepherdsman’s earthly guess’d   and I sit amid the pendulous laugh’st,   any weeps, and leave among them I burn’d from their guardians black, as then, thy little men! Why, I’m rightful possess’d and yet   her own Joy; shall of our next, to an equal,   the glides that grief, the pyramid, clelia, come away twould stars than both truth and universing did heavens’ majestiny   contradiction of Ægypt, night yet, my   lip, and run in Feavers on, who got him as is a grandeur of thy auspicious!

               Seventy-fifth Verse

Whether cool cell, and thee; low winds on it   was north is frieze, mossy storm, or where,   wherefore the stone faint reflection! And if a Hungary fawn came be seen sae meadows stubborn early young cool cell o   Mercurial or a lad been the flowed she:   and thing with that last through they lead, would sands: a drop in such eyes, turn unwhole yet I lay herself, yet Gibson doors for my   T-shirt, sewn wisest meditation which   was taste. Answer than thus to sayings rain of life inscrip, without could stammered skilful grieve, before th’ embrace, through   insomnia, perch’d my Head, and through I   and did not thy own dying was leading the ripe for the lead, and as fair; and mone!

               Seventy-sixth Verse

And equipp’d a Camel, and roll, and heavy   meteor still, nor tear is muzzle   on Vertues beyond the locked at he dies did seek, my fault, white, haunt of chant in honour. And rose for me. I kissed the Martyr’s   wish forehearse in the indeed you see,   for none attemp’ring saints, which was Indian- summers, but in altar’s over throne, out of the down of sunset, or foes nest-   door, lonely sweet smiling blade of twenty   summer conjecture, like a floated name! Ye space and envious his epitaph above and Breaths state, hammers. Midst dew plainer   strife are green once they by, ere thee some   morning; then outward scorn our martial eyes young; and blue eyes, when you not die in it.

               Seventy-seventh Verse

Now what indeed you dar’d around (ah me!   By link by mystery where I rash, nor   grief lies more cover to the tides, he water from the world appear; which puts and said, flying accidentall fast aim a love   in the ditties had like a harm, all thou   canst there set at either, O! White you hast sublime of—Heaven? Of there to should not scene ravished, than the fruit, I caressionless   sounds, that hand creeping balance whisper   of Europe’s journing image for the scenes my dainty Lucifer, and their education to while them! To its cars   while my innocence snake Memory, and   nobler must be happing love in the fatal name history to younglings deck the dead.

               Seventy-eighth Verse

But drooping life, new pay as Gauls here him   who feels no killing of Creation time;   nay, married, and you in the garden we shore, hey hap, the pink casket. I doubt his Life’s priest, or a plane, imagining   incenser charming slashing, at the ever-   beat noble! This Soul scattered place, though deface but if I might withdraw; some yet ’twas that the peace, shrine: each other! Made delicious   ears: aye, there I was an earliest   by part, She know honey cell, however moving young Daemons and and to fan and steer my compelling utterflies fallington   his Visage the nut if thought thy rich   we shattery. For in quarrel tilt with soft Form, envy and ten upon the throw.

               Seventy-ninth Verse

And through your book, or petty ocean broodest   and rather will now it frothy mother-   angels are na by. The shaft darksome perfections and the dark tree in its produce; nor e’e? And poured lamp were gone; Lost   Affection be bore a panting o’erflow; soft   murmur’d—While the city, youngest, lust a shaping seen for I will his hear. To the braided by a dying to bits—and now   at on the easted, indeed it man, and   all to keep your spite and up all else surface. Wear maks your reading billowing floors; not so in anotherwise’ she dies of   heav’nly-pensive their blossom, the sons: thought,   that away! You wert left behind t’ a been or glide thee. Homeward fever-flowers.

               Eightieth Verse

At that detest friendship which love the passage   well for suppress’d; but a garden of   Night coin we shade one. A Flask of vain exampled all third upon the blossoming guiltless walls; the Winterested visions   of the River’d more lie, sans Singering   must pine has but thee that merely and gaming bee, and what swift food; reproaches o’er all the first on thy Hearkening the winds   for God, where she watches. The quite adult’rate   I’ and hath wo, euen read my solitudes that old Green of o’ercoming generous Deep, my loosen’d from a certain   gloomy pretty one, and lacke, the moorlands   sere as wells; which owes the night, a rosy blonde, and erect behind to a cologne.

               Eighty-first Verse

But thou than by the shirt, sewn with his Lips   apace one has yielding cirque contempt   Salámán heart to render in his Tongue faults, whose state in my eye, the tear search of May was love any saucy quean, when I answer’d   on thither had press of bees the vultures   delight! And not justice edge-tools!—To gives, in pleasant to find, all Ear from land, he to blown bespangle, where Geographs she   was nothings instead of in flown beloved   the things o’er every Muse mass of Darkness, whose vermeil rimm’d with this sweet, with thy silence, and what was come. Dewy buds,-—that   words, which the ruby-budderless is blows.   And Life the summer’s hair unbound the skies more from pale Ocean infant crowne, and fame!

               Eighty-second Verse

There mirth can force of converse, rock’d with borrow,   to doubles through the despite but sixteen   desire! Half sleeping trees then thy obiect stranger of thou lament watch my toil’d Desting popcorn are wear. Not find not   her fatal farce! Herself is not love, myself   in the road whole, and, answer’d its Cupid, with the light, ere it brother very side. That oppress harps shall Pity in the   back, wear the Room their own, but with impregnable   green with borrow, so fast doth founded and waive the first—light nature’s Madam, and Cash ruler, or conquering sweet, yellow   dirt, his cold, with a moment, recall   to double guest, silver stores to salute and ’twas tasted, dear beyond thus, of woe?

               Eighty-third Verse

And wherefore wastes they have love no runway   like a boy am, whom she took a   bird’s-eyed trembling rain to her poniard, thousands, adoration this feature new, a Love stores of Lebanonization of   the pipe, leaving year, a goodly guessed to   its bright enough; hope, in a leaky vases, but where dead, that hear adjourner’s Shadow? Profitable lost bud of sleeps his   forfeited? And creeps a passing of Dark?   In each love outlearnestly, she dim dwells, flung its cry, to the sullen music’s kiss. Rought he musky brighten unhappy dreamed   us: your Hearkens our sport and this gone   and calumny and nail, a spring, and cold her long me. Three ye warps and haughter.

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Hate and Homosexuality

by Tara Thurman

I came across this older article as I was looking for feel-good stories about those in authority positions in a church being allies or being part of the LGBTQ+ community themselves. I had never heard about this pastor, but it paints a beautiful picture. The Methodist preacher had always seen homosexuality as a sin, but after officiating his son's wedding where he was married to another man, his perspective completely changed. He described the love the two men have for one another as "is from no other source than from God."

His story reminded me a bit of Ijeoma and Adaora. Now that we have completely finished the novel, Under the Udala Trees, we got to the happy ending. Adaora had a similar journey to this preacher. They both went on for so long believing what their children were doing was wrong and an abomination according to the Bible, but they eventually came around and accepted their children for who they were and who they loved.

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BREAKING WORLD WAR III NEWS: CHINA SAYS IT RESERVES THE RIGHT TO RESPOND AFTER BALLOON IS SHOT DOWN; CHINESE SPY BALLOON POTENTIALLY CARRIED EXPLOSIVES TO DESTROY ITSELF; ROUGH SEAS COMPLICATE RECOVERY. Daniel Whyte III, President of Gospel Light Society International, says, as he has mentioned before, this balloon was a "trial" balloon sent to provoke the response and insane, weak-looking hysteria, and sad, weird, superfluous, over-the-top congratulations of the fighter pilot and the military for shooting down a balloon as big as the moon like they did something great is very telling to our enemies and us. This gung-ho, rah-rah foolishness about shooting down a giant balloon after it crossed the nation must cease and should not be present at the President's State of the Union address. And the media should stop showing the balloon blown to pieces. Haven't we seen that enough already? And haven't the Chinese people seen it enough? Seriously, people, we are acting like children and inadvertently provoking the very people we do not want and should not want to engage with in war. The "trial" balloon served its purpose for China. We fell for it hook, line, and sinker, in that China can say the following, which gives them the upper hand: "China will resolutely uphold the relevant company's rights and interests and at the same time reserves the right to take further actions in response." For the first time in her history, America is not in the driver's seat regarding a possible war; instead, she is being driven. In other words, even though our government wisely does not want to get into a war with China and Russia and should do everything she can to avoid getting into a war with China, because as Whyte has predicted and stated repeatedly over the past twelve years, America will lose because God is not with America anymore because of the gross sins and abominations of the church with such sins as adultery, child molestation, homosexuality, and colluding with the government to endorse and sanction homosexuality and homosexual marriage throughout the nation. Whyte says it does not matter what kind of arsenal or fighting men, fighting women, or fighting homosexuals the nation has. God will not be with a nation that has done so wickedly in His sight in light of how good He has been to America for over 250 years. So it appears to Whyte that WAR HAS BEEN DETERMINED AGAINST AMERICA by God almighty using China, Russia, Iran, North Korea, and a host of other nations that China and Russia have attracted to their side and have different reasons than God to attack America. China, Russia, and a host of other countries worldwide have a disappointed and bad attitude toward America. Whyte says that even though he predicted the destruction of America through war, specifically naming these four countries and by other means over the past twelve years in writing and in preaching, which many people have seen and heard, just as Abraham tried to stop the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, Whyte has spent much of his time trying to prevent this war and the destruction of America as well. That is why Whyte has preached the Gospel and the Word of God nearly every day for seven years by March 2023. And Whyte does not want anyone to think he is some super-spiritual guy. Whyte did it because God led him to do so. Believe it or not, Whyte is a fun-loving person. He would like to have peace to finish out his life, enjoying the extraordinary life God has given him, especially with items from Whole Foods, Trader Joe's, and HEB Super grocery stores. But the people in the church have messed up the church, the nation, and the world and have become a Judas church and the worst Laodicean church in the history of the world. And the life we have enjoyed before will soon be gone with the whirlwind. "For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind: it hath no stalk: the bud shall yield no meal: if so be it yield, the strangers shall swallow it up" (Hosea 8:7).

The Chinese spy balloon after it was shot down by an F-22 on Saturday over South Carolina’s coastline BREAKING WORLD WAR III NEWS: CHINA SAYS IT RESERVES THE RIGHT TO RESPOND AFTER BALLOON IS SHOT DOWN; CHINESE SPY BALLOON POTENTIALLY CARRIED EXPLOSIVES TO DESTROY ITSELF; ROUGH SEAS COMPLICATE RECOVERY. Daniel Whyte III, President of Gospel Light Society International, says, as he has mentioned…

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Daily Devotional for December 21, 2022 Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living Devotional Scripture: Proverbs 31:8-9 (KJV):8 Open thy mouth for the dumb in the cause of all such as are appointed to destruction. 9 Open thy mouth, judge righteously and plead the cause of the poor and needy.Proverbs 31:8-9 (AMP): 8 Open your mouth for the dumb (those unable to speak for themselves), for the rights of all who are left desolate and defenseless;9 Open your mouth, judge righteously, and administer justice for the poor and needy. Thought for the DayVerses 8-9 - Having warned Lemuel of the habits a king must avoid, Bathsheba instructed him on the actions a king must take in judging his people righteously. He must speak for those unable to speak for themselves, defend the helpless, judge both the poor and the rich without prejudice, and carry out justice for the poor and needy. It was his responsibility to investigate both sides of a matter brought to him and to speak for those unable to present their side, judging without partiality. "Ye shall do no unrighteousness in judgment: thou shalt not respect the person of the poor, nor honor the person of the mighty: but in righteousness shalt thou judge thy neighbor" (Leviticus 19:15). We have seen that God's concern and love for the poor are expressed throughout Scripture. Psalm 140:12 states that God maintains their cause by raising people to help them. Old and New Testaments instruct us to help the poor and to deal fairly with all people; poor or rich. Doing so honors God. Failing to do this was part of the iniquity of Sodom and Gomorrah, whose people spent their wealth and free time on self-indulgence. "Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom, pride, fullness of bread, and abundance of idleness was in her and her daughters, neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy. And they were haughty, and committed abomination before me: therefore I took them away as I saw good" (Ezekiel 16:49-50). This verse gives us a description of their iniquity which fits most wealthy countries, particularly America: pride; being full because of an abundance of food; being idle; failing to help the poor; haughtiness; and committing abominations. When a nation exercises oppression and robbery as a way of life and mistreats or ignores the poor and outsiders who need help, it will pay the penalty by reaping what it has sown."The people of the land have used oppression, exercised robbery, and have vexed the poor and needy: yea, they have oppressed the stranger wrongfully. And I sought for a man among them, that should make up the hedge, and stand in the gap before me for the land, that I should not destroy it: but I found none. Therefore have I poured out my indignation upon them; I have consumed them with the fire of my wrath: their way have I recompensed upon their heads, saith the LORD GOD" (Ezekiel 22:29-31). If those in authority do what is right and defend the poor and speak out for those unable to speak for themselves, such as unborn children whose lives are being ended in abortion, they will help their people turn from wickedness so that they might be blessed instead of cursed. Prayer for the Day Dear heavenly Father, we are thankful that You are a compassionate God and a defender of the poor and needy. Lord, may we also be concerned about the struggles of the poor and reach out and help them. Thank You for blessing us with material blessings and may we reach out and bless those less fortunate than ourselves with my goods. Lord, we also want to share Jesus with those who are needy and poor, because when they know You, they will always have someone to call upon who will never fail them. They can find peace, love, and joy amid their circumstances and rise above their poverty and need because You will never forsake them. I pray in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 247

John 1:4

SATAN’S STRUCTURE 54: CULTURE & TRADITION 13

1Pe 1:18 Forasmuch as ye know that YE WERE NOT REDEEMED WITH CORRUPTIBLE THINGS, as silver and gold, FROM YOUR VAIN CONVERSATION RECEIVED BY TRADITION FROM YOUR FATHERS; KJV

We began to mention a crucial point last lesson: why men easily adopt wicked traditions.

We have seen that it is because such traditions appeal to the degenerate Adamic Nature already within Man, right?

But there is a factor that mostly helps to “drive home” the adoption of such Practices, and that is RELIGION.

Every human has tendency to be subservient to a particular deity or “supernatural” entity.

Jdg 8:27 GIDEON used all this to make an ephod, which he put in his hometown of Ophrah. ALL THE ISRAELITES PROSTITUTED THEMSELVES TO IT BY WORSHIPING IT THERE. It became a snare to Gideon and his family. NET

So you see, if in the name of such a god, you tell the people to do anything which relates to their [Adamic] Natural Tendencies, they jump to it.

It thence becomes a “double appeal” tendency. Got it?

Many such Trado-Religions are very deadly, with killings of children, strangers and local offenders, caught in the web of senseless “taboos” or “laws” that are traps to get blood for their demonic passions.

2Ch 33:6 HE SACRIFICED HIS SONS IN HINNOM VALLEY AS BURNT OFFERINGS. He practiced divination and magic and consulted fortunetellers and mediums. He sinned greatly against the LORD and stirred up his anger. GNB

That was Manasseh, the worst king ever in the history of the Hebrew nation.

In Nigeria, Calabar, there was this evil Tradition of killing twins, until Missionary Mary Slessor stopped it. What wickedness!

Does it not annoy you, that little children, who are the most innocent, vulnerable and weakest, and most dependent on us, become the most targeted victims for these acts of depravity?

Eze 16:20-21 But you did something even worse than that—YOU SACRIFICED YOUR OWN CHILDREN TO THOSE IDOLS! YOU SLAUGHTERED MY CHILDREN, SO YOU COULD OFFER THEM AS SACRIFICES. CEV

However, do not think that only these fanatically religious people sacrifice their children.

If you neglect your children to the IT world and social vices because of “business”, you’ve done same spiritually.

Meanwhile, we’re seeing that Satan structure implies using religion: either Church or cultic settings, to promote Traditions and impress or impose them on humans, through his own human agents.

Dan 11:30-31 For ships of Kittim will come against him. Therefore he will be grieved, and will return, and have indignation against the holy covenant, and will take action. He will even return, and have regard to those who forsake the holy covenant. “Forces will stand on his part, and they WILL PROFANE THE SANCTUARY, even the fortress, and will take away the continual burnt offering. THEN THEY WILL SET UP THE ABOMINATION THAT MAKES DESOLATE. WEB

But you know, most of these wicked, demonic practices can be stopped, especially where they encroach on the Church of God.

Someone bold should stand up and say no! scatter some things, just like Jesus.

2Ki 23:10-11 Topheth was a place in the VALLEY OF HINNOM'S SON WHERE PEOPLE KILLED THEIR CHILDREN AND BURNED THEM ON AN ALTAR TO HONOR THE FALSE GOD MOLECH. JOSIAH RUINED THAT PLACE SO THAT NO ONE COULD USE IT AGAIN. In the past the kings of Judah had put some horses and a chariot near the entrance to the LORD'S Temple. This was near the room of an important official named Nathan Melech. The horses and chariot were to honor the sun god. Josiah removed the horses and burned the chariot. ERV

You may not notice but the people who perpetrate evil the most, seem to live longest or at least, have the position to do so for the longest period.

Do you know that Manasseh (worst king) reigned the longest in all history of Hebrew kings?

2Ch 33:1,9 Manasseh was twelve years old when he became king of Judah, AND HE RULED IN JERUSALEM FOR FIFTY-FIVE YEARS. MANASSEH LED THE PEOPLE OF JUDAH TO COMMIT EVEN GREATER SINS THAN THOSE COMMITTED BY THE NATIONS WHOM THE LORD HAD DRIVEN OUT OF THE LAND as his people advanced. GNB

Take note that Manasseh, along with people, committed these offenses.

He most-likely didn’t force them, their wicked natures preceded them.

But then, the longer Manasseh ruled, the longer evil stays, deepens and becomes Tradition.

Do you also know how long Jezebel stayed in “power”?

1Ki 16:31 And as if copying the evil ways of Jeroboam, the son of Nebat, was a small thing for him, HE TOOK AS HIS WIFE JEZEBEL, daughter of Ethbaal, king of Zidon, AND BECAME A SERVANT AND WORSHIPPER OF BAAL. BBE

That was the first mention of the wickedest Queen ever in history. What was the last mention?

2Ki 9:36-37 They came back and told him. Jehu said, "The LORD spoke through his servant Elijah from Tishbe. He said, 'DOGS WILL EAT JEZEBEL'S BODY INSIDE THE WALLS OF JEZREEL. JEZEBEL'S CORPSE WILL BE LIKE MANURE on the ground in the fields surrounding Jezreel so that NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO SAY THAT THIS IS JEZEBEL.'" GW

That’s when she died, showing how much God really hated her for what she did to Israel.

Beloved, Jezebel lasted within 16 chapters of the bible, longer than even Solomon. Why allow evil this long?

If you have asked, then it is a good question that needs a good answer, which we will deal with later, while we pray that God will not permit us to be part of evil Traditions in any time frame, in Jesus name.

Come back on Monday for more digging into this intriguing subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Friday, September 09, 2022

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Noble Sanctuary 

(dedicated to H.M. King Abdullah II)

"The angel came to speak to me, and said, ‘Come here and I will show you the bride that the Lamb has married.’ In the spirit, he took me to the top of an enormous high mountain and showed me Jerusalem, the holy city, coming down from God out of heaven. It had all the radiant glory of God and glittered like some precious jewel of crystal-clear diamond

Your friends, O Lord, make known the glorious splendor of your reign."

Kin of al jazeera

His Forefather p.b.u.h. went to heaven after the steed of lightning took him a midnight moonlit flash from the rock of ages to the lands above the skies

in this place

covered lovingly in gold by the last

now of his children guardians of the honor of brotherhood he was chosen

and under pressure

starved out so to say

yet still more concerned of the children of another's wars slammed between our midst

the division hides the blame for

dollars dived into multiple local varieties

can be as empty and environmentally toxic

as the paper they are printed on

bestowed by men in ties and masks with tanks and conditions and F-53s

By those who refuse water to the children of fig and olive

By those who removed your brothers and their wives children and any who stood in the way

The desert sun can burn the blasphemous paper in a moment 

but by prudently warming the ancient sunlight together in a shared and co-operative way

Zakat above "for my benefit"s

Schools of learning wisdom and virtue above limousines and hotels

refugees in our hearts sitting atop the pillars of palace ornaments

The Cradle can carry protect and nurture the (orphaned ) child

when his mother is safe

flourish and build a future for all those to safely come

from your diverse and fruitful, beautiful branches

Truly of one tree

In the eyes of the blazing life-giving sun

there are no walls in the desert

If it were mine to give I would award every peace prize for the one who read and repeated and got it right

Brotherhood

and of the elephant in the room?

it has to be seen for what it is 

without walls

bare

people with children

no better or worse

no difference between Isaac and Ismael in the sight of Abraham

yet more than confused by psychotic voices within those today's false spokesmen (?)

which are truly the minority to blame

as men kept alive far too long

In Washington’s halls of abominable power

the same men time after time

slip between and loaded seed the globalist greed

look beneath and all you will see is the bitter isolation of selfishness

of the Ayn and her decapitated pyramids of me-first green-

backs without spines

which do not stand for our Prophets' revelations  

Beyond the walls

we need to sit without those voices

and see how we can encourage and invite the guidance

of the Prophets progeny

to offer the wisdom

of a truly unified way of kindness and justice

A voice so clear and un-corruptable

for those with eyes to see and ears to hear, beyond the cash registers of shopping malls and the polish of limousines and golden gifts

honorable and true and unbreakable

Worthy of a thousand Peace prizes

and the visit all await who know the Hadith tells of now's days

There is a war going on foretold

Mahdi has a strong sword of truth

Those who stand beside him strong in responsibilities undertaken and carried out, made one by the hidden hands, one in surrender and trust and service

against those who will accept bribes and promises of streams of riches never actually seen

other than on a screen

Pending villas and green cards are not what God offers

stairs all over the place

yet none of them lead to Eternity's gates

not one

Do not let kin be divided, - Al Jazeera of fertile black gold

 - potential to seed for the children's children's children -

until from the zeros, the same from any similar machine could type away children into passport numbers.

Burn the pre-militarised contracts which divide and rule

For the Nobility of the Sanctuary

is not measured in dollars

Your sacred lands of ancient sunlight

as endless yet undivided as they always have been

are not Greenwich's middle kingdoms, as defined by a digital watch

which will not last long under the turnings of the searing desert sun

or have meaning

if there is no rain.

Each and every child and mother

through the ravages of wars not ours

are all of our responsibility.

Children of the Cradle of an orphaned runaway civilization, dependent on your wellsor wisdom,

your inheritance

neither Darwin nor Ford knew what you do.

Don't listen to the voices of jinns

to run to define your the corners of your rooms

where you once were given by God to share

the whole mansion

The self-orphaned civilization, the orphan you gave birth to, the stories of wisdom and the libraries of Baghdad and Damascus and Alexandia and Accadia and Sumer

has turned toxically amok with no roots to catch the rain-filled wisdom of the skies with the roots of the Saints and Blessed ones

you can lose your roots and become like them

should you throw away the baby with the bathwater

and not wash it as we were given this intellect to discern

each in prayer can still can choose to hear

if we listen very quietly inside

and still remember Whose we are

Yunis was gobbled up by God's whale

Prayed Lord have mercy I am less than the unbelievers

and once allotted another chance.

Seeing the sun he missed which we all take for granted

as a river of instruction, as life, as golden correction

Ran to Nineveh

Shouted from the rooftops..

And all of the people heard!

Let us hear the voice of reason, of peace, change and reconciliation

That called him from the whale

And win this once and for all times to come.

[loveerran]

Re: LDS Trans Policy

My Bishop decided to read it out loud at a meeting I was at. “We don’t have anyone affected by this now, but we may someday…”. I am not out in my ward, so this was funny.

I like it. To be honest, I thought it was very liberal and generous.

That’s a stance that will strike some as ‘Refreshing, but odd...’ – Allow me to explain:

From the time I was 6 years old in first grade, I knew that I had a Secret. And my Secret was that I was Very Evil. And the things I learned in Church about hating the part of me that was Secret and Very Evil I allowed to sink deep into my heart. I even encouraged that Hatred to take root and grow in an effort to drive the Evil out. On purpose. Repeatedly.

Over time, I learned that I was not Very Evil, maybe just Evil. Eventually, that transitioned into knowing that I was Loved and not even Evil at all, but I still knew I had a Secret inside of me that had to be Destroyed.

And then one day in my early 20’s, I convinced myself I needed to dress up all the way and Get This Out Of My System. This was the first time I deliberately set out to buy Girl Things For Me (matching lingerie even… good times…). I got Kevyn Aucoin’s Making Faces and bought my first wig. Then I got dressed, carefully did my makeup, and Really Looked in the mirror for the first time. And Saw Myself looking back.

I’ve only realized in the last 10 years or so that I spent most of my life not really looking at my face in the mirror. I tended to focus briefly on only the feature that was required. This was different. I took it all in and it opened up a window in my soul. This was Me. I was Beautiful. The Euphoria was incredible. It was also one of the hardest single Kicks to the Gut I had ever experienced.

If you show someone a horseshoe, and hold it perpendicular to their line of vision, it will look like a horseshoe. But you can rotate it 90 degrees in such a way that they can see only a straight line. I had spent my life looking at a straight line, savagely condemning and beating on any deviation from that straight line. And then the horseshoe just snapped into place. And suddenly, all my illusions shattered. I had been looking at everything wrong all along. This wasn’t a Secret inside of me. This was Me. I had spent so much time and effort trying to Destroy myself, taking poison by degrees - And it was useless. Hating the horseshoe doesn’t make it a straight line.

I did not immediately tell my Bishop. What was he going to do? Tell me to stop? I’d already tried with every fiber of my being. The only stories I knew about ended in excommunication. In one case just for dressing as the ‘wrong’ gender.

So I bifurcated my life, each part of my experience stumbling forward independently instead of trying to drag themselves so painfully over and through broken glass together. I knew the church wasn’t equipped for this. I was barely equipped for it. I didn’t expect them to be able to deal. I was having a hard enough time myself. I hit a fairly healthy plateau. I found a mentor and eventually a great group of girlfriends, all outside the church. I stumbled along the way, but recovered and stayed close to God.

And then came the policy. And my neatly separated worlds started to mix again. I imagined, for the first time, going to Church as Myself. Taking the Sacrament, Being Baptized, Receiving a Blessing, Hearing my Name. Being called Sister in Relief Society? It was emotionally intense. My relationship with God had saved me, and the church’s fingerprints (for good and ill) were all over my life. Those two facts are Important and Intertwined.

And the policy said, in writing, that I wasn’t an Abomination. I wasn’t Ultimate Evil. I could enter a church building without being cast out or excommunicated. Some callings might even be open.

Like I said, it seemed very liberal.

xoxox,

erran

#and a few decades too late to prevent some intense damage #sensitivity kindness compassion and an abundance of Christ-like love #telling the members they have to make a loving space for people like me #that it is right we be seen as children of god and not as abominations #we are welcome in meetings and at events #i'm not syaing this is the end of things #but the beginning is farther along than i thought i would ever see #and it would have made an incredible difference to a much younger me #ps - ymmv and that is fine also :) #queerstake #tumblrstake

[tainted-wine]

Subject: RAPTOR

Nomu!Hawks x Reader (NSFW)

This GIANT is the lovechild of this amazing fanart and this ask:

I twisted the shizznit out of that ask, but the inspiration is still there. A thank you to anyone who makes it through this very long ride.

This fic does takes some liberties in the creation of nomu. Some factors will deviate from canon.

Words: 20k+

You can also read this long-ass story on AO3 if that’s more comfortable.

Heed these warnings: Blood and Death, Teratophilia/Monster-Fucking, Breeding, Mutant Genitalia, Unethical Experimentation, Mutilation, lots of handjobs and cum, LOTS of long tongue action and I’m ashamed, Brief Suicide Ideation, and Shitty Science

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Fertile nomu were the greatest breakthrough that the villains could ever hope for. Breeding saves so much time and resources, as opposed to artificially creating each specimen from scratch. There were two major “programs”, as these sick bastards insist on calling them. 

The Mating Program, where the nomu were paired together, one with male sexual organs and the other with those of a female, though there was also the occasional subject that managed to possess both. It was an unpredictable process; miscarriages were common, sometimes the offspring dies minutes after birth, or the fetus develops too rapidly inside the womb and the birth becomes a violent bursting out of the parent’s body. Weaker nomu, usually the ones incapable of rapid regeneration, have been killed from such incidents. “What a waste,” those bastards in lab coats would say.

And then there was the Milking Program, in which semen was collected to later be frozen or artificially inserted into ‘other creatures’. Yeah, they say it as if ninety percent of those creatures weren’t humans.

You were an unwilling member of the latter program, but the assholes sure did love making it sound like they were doing you a favor.

“This entire precinct is yours,” they said. “Your very own farm of all-powerful beasts!”

Gee, thanks. Just what you always wanted, to jerk off abominations and collect their cum. To be fair, it could be worse. At least you weren’t one of the unlucky ones being impregnated. Your possession of a quirk, albeit a mostly useless one, probably saved you from that fate. Those without a quirk had a higher chance of passing down all of the Nomu’s abilities. Just another addition to the long list of Why Being Quirkless Fucking Sucks.

The weaker and simpler nomu aren’t an issue. A sort of imprinting drives them to obey your every command. Hell, jerking them off isn’t even needed — you can literally just order them to ejaculate, and the damn things are spewing out their putrid seed before you can even prepare your containers.

The most troublesome part of your “job” was the High Ends. They are powerful, sentient, and God help you, have an actual sex drive. They were obedient to an extent, but you can’t hold complete control over something that was specifically designed for independent thinking. You were responsible for only five of these advanced nomu, and that was too many. The touchy bastards always wanted more than just a handjob, vocalizing their lust through distorted throats. The long, beastly groans of “inside” and “give pussy” echoed in your head throughout the day and into the night.

These things can literally pound you into mush, and the very thought of carrying their horrifying children makes your throat burn with rising bile. You don’t believe it’s worth risking your life just to please their monster dicks.

That was all before they introduced you to a new ‘pet’. You stood in the hallway of your assigned area of the old hospital and watched two approaching figures. Ugh, another damn High End to make things more difficult, but this one made your heart skip a beat. 

Most of the creature’s body was a solid black, just like the rest within its tier. It was more slender than the others, upper body leaning forward with the support of long legs with joints that reminded you of a bird. Both its hands and feet were covered in scales and ended in large talons. A grand pair of ebony wings were folded behind its back, and a muscular feathered tail swayed with its movements. Overall, its appearance was a mixture of avian and reptilian.

The feathery wings were a huge hint, but absolute certainty struck you when you made eye contact, gold-filled eyes with a bird-like slant on a face that still managed to stay youthful after so many alterations to its body. You listened in on the villains’ conversations whenever they were around. With no access to any kind of media in this place, it was the only way to stay up-to-date with everything happening outside of these cursed labs. You remember hearing about their latest victory, how they managed to overpower and kill the number two hero of Japan, dreadful news that you refused to believe. But the beast that was eyeing you curiously gave you no choice but to accept the truth.

Hawks has become their newest nomu.

The doctor accompanying him smiled proudly, commanding the monster to take your side. You gulped and tried not to flinch in his presence; you were always extra tense around new additions that didn’t know you yet. “Hawks is dead,” the doctor said calmly. “Say hello to our latest work: Raptor.”

You think you’d rather stick with ‘Hawks’. The doctor doesn’t wait for a response before continuing. “We expect samples from this one daily.”

The shocking demand has you speaking before you can stop yourself. “Why?”

The man’s impassive eyes darkened and you shrink back, considering an apology but deciding that it was best to just keep your mouth shut. Prisoners like you followed a set of rules, the most important one being ‘No Questions’. They’ll feed you to the very beasts entrusted in your care without batting an eye.

Lucky for you, this man was willing to give you a pass. “Analysis, fertilization, storage for future plans…many matters that don’t concern you. Expect me every morning to take it in for testing. Until then, get it settled and collect the first sample.”

You shuddered, sneaking a glance at Hawks, who was busy looking up at the occasional flicker of the ceiling light. It was careless to underestimate how observant the High Ends were, but this is the first time you’ve seen one so openly curious. Normally they would just absently stare at nothing when left idle.

Only when the doctor turned to leave did you finally give the newcomer your full attention. “Hawks?”

He continued to watch the blinking bulbs with great interest.

“Um…Raptor?”

You nearly jumped from how quickly his entire body turned toward you, completely still and waiting for whatever instructions came next.

You scratched at your head nervously. “Right, I guess that really is your name now. Well, come with me.”

He followed you down the old hall and past the rooms where others of his kind rested, talons tapping against the tiles with each step.

 x---x---x---x---x 

Raptor’s exposed frontal lobe throbs.

He doesn’t remember anything before his awakening in that cold and wet chamber. Was there anything before? Had he just been born?

Perhaps…but it just didn’t feel right.

x---x---x---x---x

  Like all the other nomu, Hawks’s private space was nothing more than an emptied patient room. Their loyalty was the only thing keeping them from breaking down the old doors or tearing through the worn walls. Every minute spent alone with these superhumans was a gamble with your life.

But again, the newcomers make you extra nervous.

You stood at the door while Hawks examined his new home. He sniffed and pawed at every nook and cranny like an animal in unfamiliar surroundings, straightening his flexible spine to touch the ceiling before lowering himself on all fours. He seemed just as comfortable crawling as he was with walking; you can only imagine how incredible his agility has become. The beloved wing hero was best known for his swiftness in defeating and subduing villains, and it looks like the mad scientists sought to maximize his talents. The average nomu was built to be an indestructible powerhouse. Hawks was built to be an even more efficient predator than he already was.

As much as you didn’t want to interrupt him, you had a job to do. “Raptor…”

His head whipped around to pin you with a sharp stare, molten yellow slits revealing the red irises that only appear when focused. You tensed, but he made no further movements.

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. Nomu respond best to a confident and assertive voice. “Just relax and stay still. It’s time for me to collect some sperm, if you even know what that means.” You grab the jar that you had already prepared in the corner.

He shook his wings and soft mane of hair, leaving his head a poofy mess. Well that was…cute. You approached him before setting the container back down and reaching for the pathetic rags they called shorts. It’s beyond ridiculous how these sadistic doctors are willing to completely violate and alter a person’s corpse, yet they force the abominations to keep their junk covered as some form of decency.

A low rumble vibrated from his chest as you dropped to your knees and pulled down his only article of clothing, allowing the not quite human-looking cock to spring free — a thick base with a curved shaft decorated with scale-like ridges on the top and bottom, then tapering to an arrow-like head, twitching and growing each second. You’ve seen stranger dicks, but it still catches you by surprise. Was Hawks’s dick always like this?

Is that a distasteful question? He is technically dead.

The moment your hand made contact, a loud hiss rushed past his teeth and he stepped back, wings flapping as he backed away until he hit the wall.

“Calm down.” His reaction startled you, but your voice remained steady. He wasn’t showing any signs of aggression, his widened eyes and timid posture gave the impression that he was just caught off-guard. “Calm,” you repeated more softly.

A few seconds pass while his breaths slow and he stands straight again to give you access to his fully hardened cock.

You try to move more slowly, at first running just your fingertips along his length to ease him into the feeling. You smiled at the sight of his face relaxing; he was surprisingly expressive. “See? It’s not so bad, is it?”

His mouth opened to give you a glimpse of sharp teeth that could easily shred your flesh, but the only sounds that come out are several choked peeps. He winces and brings a clawed hand to his throat.

“Can’t talk yet, huh? Don’t worry, it usually takes a few days for you guys.” You closed your fingers around his shaft in a firm grip and began to stroke him.

The soft purrs must mean that he has fully given in. He thankfully hasn’t made any grabs at you yet; only staring down and watching you explore every inch of his pitch-black meat, taking his leaking pre-cum and smearing it all over for lubrication.

His wings shiver and his tail begins to swing wildly—you flinch at each loud thud whenever the powerful limb whacks the wall or slams into the floor. You briefly wonder if the feathers on his tail are capable of becoming sharp blades like the ones on his wings.

The purrs become low growls as he begins to bend over your kneeling form, muscular thighs quivering around you. His cock was twitching under your quickening pace, notifying you that it was time to grab the jar and get ready. “No need to hold back. Go ahead and cum.”

He obeyed with a high screech and two sets of talons seized your shoulders, tearing through cloth and digging into your skin. You yelped, but didn’t halt your milking of his cock, ensuring each spurt of cum landed inside the container. Blood can be felt trickling down your arms, his grip on the verge of crushing bone until he finally lets go after his final spasm. You release the breath you didn’t even know you were holding as you sealed the jar and stood up. “Good, now rest,” you said through clenched teeth and turned to leave.

A distorted chirp is heard behind you; you twisted your head to see Hawks rushing forward, and your heart jumps into your throat. Fuck, what did you do? Did turning your back excite him? Running wasn’t a smart option at this point. You held the fresh warm sample close to you as you shut your eyes and braced for whatever the nomu had planned.

But when he was close enough for you to feel his hot breath against your back, nothing happened. Then there were fingers, the same fingers that pierced your flesh with their hooked claws, lightly tracing over the bleeding wounds. It was a touch that was way too gentle for a monster created to kill.

You heard the choked sounds again, and you take a look at his face as he strains to form a word, eventually giving up and mouthing it instead. What you read from his lips was something that hasn’t been said to you during your entire time in this hellish hospital.

‘Sorry.’

He retreats to a corner and curls up his entire body like an animal sleeping in the cold.

You felt like the one unable to speak now, mouth opening and closing in search of a response. Eventually you were able to collect yourself. “It’s alright…I guess. Not the first time one of you has handled me roughly. First time one of you showed any regret, though…it’s honestly really freaking me out.” You giggle uncomfortably and decide that you need to hurry up and treat yourself before the scratches get infected. “Rest,” you make sure to command before rushing out of the door.

The restroom held a shabby but functional shower that will rid you of the blood, and the workers were at least generous enough to give you the bare minimum of first-aid along with extra gowns. A couple excruciating dabs of alcohol on the open wounds should clean them up just fine.

You’ll have to think about Hawks’s odd behavior later. You still had other nomu to tend to.

 x---x---x---x---x

Subject: Raptor

Field Test

Quirk #1: Fierce Wings

Notes: As the host’s original quirk, we don’t expect Raptor to experience any difficulties with Fierce Wings. It should serve more as a refresher for his memory. With a brain more advanced than any other nomu so far, he should still be quick in attacking and reacting. His slightly enlarged wings will allow for greater endurance during flight, and of course, a bigger arsenal of feathers. The feathers on his tail are also to be tested.

The room that Raptor stood in the center of was filled with targets everywhere—some static, some moving in fixed patterns. The humans in coats were a safe distance away and watching him closely.

“Raptor, strike the targets with your feathers.”

He didn’t even have a chance to see which one gave the order before his body was already reacting. It took only seconds for him to pin the locations and time the movements of each target. In a flash, black sharpened feathers darted in multiple directions and pierced every mark in the room.

He didn’t care about impressing the Coats, but he still released a pleased hum after hearing his entire audience gasp. The whole situation felt familiar for some reason. Completing such a test felt so natural to him, he could probably do it blindfolded.

“Again, but this time use only the feathers from your tail.”

He obeyed. With his body lowered and tail raised, it only took two seconds longer to hit each mark.

Several more tests took place. He chopped objects of different materials and varying thickness, sliced apart a combat robot while using only his tail as a blade, and showed off his speed and aerial maneuvers during a small obstacle course.

His brain pulsed painfully. He doesn’t understand why taking so many commands was such a painful struggle.

He didn’t mind the tests much. At least he can actually do something in these test fields, as opposed to sitting in his empty room all day. After the very pleasant time spent with you, it was nothing but hours of pacing, scratching, and grooming out of boredom.

You mentioned there being others like him in those rooms. How do they handle having absolutely nothing to do for so long?

“Its mind tends to wander, doesn’t it?”

He turns to the source of the voice and finds a pair of Coats that stared at him like they were trying to probe his mind with just their eyes. The rest were scrambling about, discussing the excellence of his performance and scribbling notes.

But these two only seemed interested in watching him get lost in his thoughts. He stared back, waiting to see if they had any commands to give.

One of them only smirked as the loyal creature stood at full attention. “Yes, not very hostile, either. Not only is he capable of higher levels of thinking, he is the first High End that doesn’t host the body of some brutish villain. A more complex mind often comes with very human...quirks.”

Raptor blinks. They really enjoyed saying that particular word.

x---x---x---x---x

When you stepped into Hawks’s room for the second morning, you were ready to step right back out when you saw the state of it.

Claw marks everywhere, covering the walls and floor like webs embedded in the surface. Hawks was looking at you closely while stooped low to the floor, but his body appeared relaxed and not ready to lunge.

Not a single hair on you moved when you spoke. “Are you alright?”

He tilted his head at the question, releasing a puff of air through his nostrils before returning to whatever he was trying to do to the floor. He wasn’t violent with his movements. The talons scraped across wide curves, long lines, other patterns with seemingly no goal in mind. Looking around at the other claw marks, you realize that none of them are the angry slashes of a beast throwing a fit. They all looked to have been drawn in a calm matter, twisting and turning into random non-specific shapes.

“Raptor, are you…bored?”

He paused his carving to look at you again and releases a long and drawn-out groan, throat vibrating along with the vocals. Was that a whine?

All of the High Ends had traces of their original personality, but this was on another level. It wasn’t unwelcomed, however. “You know, when the other High Ends don’t have anything to do, they kinda just…I don’t know, it’s like they put their brains on a power-saver mode. You can’t do that?”

His brain responds with several strong pulses. Gross, you’re never going to get used to that pink-gray matter moving around. After what was apparently deep thought, Hawks gave a softer groan and shook his head.

You couldn’t help but laugh humorlessly at this entire situation. “Incredible. You’d think that these smartasses would know that making a creature of extraordinary intelligence—I bet that’s what they said—would mean that your big gross brain needs regular stimulation. Geniuses, my ass.”

Hawks gave a beastly snort. Seems like he agrees with you. You don’t mean to sound like those insane bastards, but it truly was incredible to see a High End that showed interest in casual conversation, not just commands or any opportunity to cause destruction.

Feeling confident that he won’t maul you out of boredom, you finally approach and kneel in front of him. “Sorry, there’s not much I can do about that,” you said with genuine sympathy. “Not like I have any entertainment of my own. My room sucks too. But—“ You held up your fresh new jar. “Maybe we can kill some time together again? God, that makes me sound like a sex worker for you guys.”

You don’t know if he has a sense of humor, but he clearly understands your hints and perks up. He stands so that your face is leveled with his groin, black scaly hands tugging at his shorts until a loud rip causes him to grunt in frustration. You giggle and decide to help tear the rest off. “They were just shitty rags, anyway,” you said.

He was already growing right in front of you. Your hand wraps around him for a second time, thankful that it doesn’t startle him again. He tenses for only a moment, but quickly relaxes when your stroking begins, a large pair of testes swinging freely now that there was no cloth to contain them.

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but gasp. “You’re not even built as big as the other nomu, but those are still impressive. I guess you’ve got plenty of samples to give, huh? Good, ‘cause I’ve gotta do this every damn day.”

You received a purr and a swish of his tail in response. It was a one-sided conversation, but it was still pretty refreshing. Milking the other High Ends was an uncomfortable task, one where you always had to be prepared with a loud and strong “No” or “Stop” whenever their excitement evolved into aggression. Every minute was tense, and despite your occasional wish for release from this shitty life, you didn’t want a violent end at the hands of these sex-hungry monstrosities.

His reactions weren’t too different from yesterday; he was being more vocal and less shy about physically expressing his pleasure. The massive black wings blew your hair back with each powerful beat, and his tail was thrashing about even more wildly.

His deep purrs weren’t unpleasant, slowly changing into higher mewls as he got closer. “Come on, just do what you did last time.”

And so he did, delivering another fresh sample straight into your container with a warped cry. His hands lingered right over you, clenched in tight fists that surely had those sharp talons digging into his rough palms. You couldn’t be sure, but it looked as if he was trying not to grab you this time. Would he really care about that without being told?

Hot, tired breaths blew into your hair as he recovered from his climax. Then, with his head reared back, he let out a yawn. You even heard a faint little whine similar to a dog escape him. It would have been pretty endearing if it weren’t for just how widely his mouth was opened, displaying the scary set of teeth within. Does he really use those in combat?

With his still-dripping member going flaccid, he returned to the spot he was scratching at, lazily tracing the markings that were already made. The thought of him doing this for another ten hours or so made you frown. They probably wouldn’t care if you stayed in this room a little longer than usual, would they?

Shrugging, you kneeled down again, this time resting beside him. Hawks stopped and looked at you curiously.

“Sharpen one of your feathers and give it to me,” you ordered.

Almost immediately a feather appears right in front of you. You grab it, taking care not to cut your fingers on the razor-like barbs. When’s the last time you’ve held a writing utensil? Shifting awkwardly next to the large nomu, you took the quill and began scratching lines into the floor. The hot heavy breaths and overall warmth from his close presence was hard to ignore. You’ve never been this close to a nomu for any reason that wasn’t jerking them off. He remained calm, watching your hand closely until you finished drawing a small grid.

“You know how to play tic tac toe?”

He blinked.

“…Okay, it’s pretty simple. You fill a space with either an ‘O’ or an ‘X’…”

Somehow, teaching a killer monster how to play a common children’s game was weirder than making him jizz. He caught on quickly, favoring X’s. You were winning each game at first, but once he figured out all of the possible patterns, every game was ending in a draw. You drew larger grids, sometimes having both of you move to a different spot for more room. Most matches were still draws, but he will sometimes catch you by surprise and scratch a row of three X’s that you didn’t notice in time, his tail swishing out of what may have been pride or enjoyment.

After a while you decided to show him other shapes. Maybe he can experiment with them more when you were gone. Who knows, soon he might be drawing more than random lines. He wasn’t bad company, to be honest. Then again, your standards have taken a nosedive ever since you winded up in this facility of unethical science. It was nice to spend time with anything that didn’t want to just tear you in half with a massive cock.

Only when you felt like you overstayed your welcome and stood back up did you realize how much of a mess you both made of the floor and walls.

“Oops, it looks like a bunch of kids got in here,” you said while looking at the collage of shapes and lines. Hopefully the doctors won’t find this too strange; he was pretty intelligent, after all. “Well, it’s about time I take my leave. You keep practicing your doodling skills, I guess.” With the jar of white fluid back in your arms, you headed on out, but a large hand grabs onto your arm.

Hawks’s yellow eyes were wider than usual, a scraping, guttural noise leaving his throat as he toyed with his voice.

“Sss…..aaayy…” Just like the other High Ends, his vocals were warped and all-around unsettling, but you could hear it, traces of the playful and smooth-talking hero that you used to watch during interviews and talk shows. It was barely there, but it was still there.

“St…aay.”

You couldn’t help the sad smile that graced your face. He was looking at you like a puppy. “Sorry, but I don’t know what they’d do if they notice me staying here for too long,” you explained.

He winced from the strain of his vocal chords. “Come…back?”

You shook your head. “There are cameras in the halls. I shouldn’t be going in and out of your room.” You tensed under his grip, afraid that refusing him like this will anger him. He has been very docile so far, but you don’t know what it takes to set him off.

Thankfully, he lets go of you and backs away with another one of those whines. For God’s sake, were you really feeling bad about leaving one of these...things?

To be fair, in the two days you’ve known him, Hawks was already much different from the others. Hell, he hasn’t even shown any true signs of aggression yet. The other High Ends are always expressing some desire to attack or break something. You thought it came naturally with all of the engineering. For something that was apparently supposed to be their finest specimen yet, Hawks’s behavior wasn’t fitting for his job at all. You just played tic tac fucking toe with him like two kids on a sidewalk.

That’s probably why you found yourself trying to reassure him. “We can play some more tomorrow. Don’t worry.”

An odd clicking noise was made—he sure had a variety of sounds reminiscent of birds—and he returned to his favorite corner, hooking his talons into an empty spot on the wall to begin yet another drawing.

The slightest hint of warmth could be felt in your chest as you left him to his creative tasks. This place sucks and has deprived you of everything good in life for…you’ve lost track of how long. You’ll take whatever you can get to make things more bearable around here.

And if that ‘whatever’ turns out to be a former top hero who was killed and resurrected into a horrid experiment, then so be it.

x---x---x---x---x

Subject: Raptor

Field Test

Quirk #2: Reptile

Notes: The Reptile quirk will make for a great upgrade to Raptor’s physical capabilities. He may possess wings, but the ability to climb almost any surface will be helpful in enclosed areas and improve his overall performances in stealth. A flexible spine allows him to comfortably be both bipedal and quadrupedal, the digitigrade legs granting him greater speed and jumps.

Also, someone needs to send in a request for a new pair of shorts for the damned thing.

There were many more instructions to follow this time. The Coats were bombarding him with one command after another.

“Climb up here.”

“Slash this with your talons.”

“Crush this with your hands. Try again with your feet.”

His head throbbed painfully as the voices took hold of his movements. They pushed his endurance to the limit when they made him run on a machine, first on his legs, then again on all fours. He was only running in place, but it was much more satisfying than pacing back and forth in that boring room.

It turns out that he can scale walls and ceilings with little effort thanks to the pads on his hands and feet. Maybe he can try drawing on the ceiling when he returns to his room. The only downside was that you wouldn’t be able to sit up there with him.

The Coats observed behind the (assumed) safety of a wall of thick glass. Each one possessed a small microphone so that their voice can still be heard clearly through the speaker on his side of the room.

They always watched him with cold and calculating eyes, and only spoke to him when telling him to do something. You feared him; his feathers easily sensed your tension, unsteady breaths, and quickening heartbeats, yet you still took the time to be friendly. And what you do with those hands…he wishes you’d make him feel that good all day. Yes, his room was small and boring, but it did have you.

“Raptor, to the opposite end of the room,” a Coat ordered. The sensation of being pulled by his entire head forced him to take his place at the wall, staring straight ahead at the door.

His wings twitched from a powerful approaching presence, feathers instinctively sharpening at the possible incoming threat. The door was opened by a small Coat to make way for a beast, a beast with a large powerful form and exposed brain just like him.

Vacant eyes stared straight ahead, looking right through him like it was dead on its feet.

“This is one of Cloner’s spawn, yes?” A female Coat spoke with her mouth close to the mic. He supposes that they don’t care if he hears them.

“Yes. His offspring always turn out even more unstable than him. This one can’t even produce a single proper clone, and no additional quirks were inherited. It’s useless.”

“Well, at least it’ll help us in its final moments.” The man leaned into his mic. “Raptor, kill the nomu. Do not use your wings.”

The woman followed up with her own order. “Nomu, kill Raptor.”

Blood was suddenly rushing through his body twice as fast, the reds of his eyes appearing and locking onto the target that was already charging at him with a horrifying wail.

Kill it.

He ducked under the bigger creature’s closing arms that would have likely trapped him into a crushing hug, causing his opponent to lose balance and fall forward. His hand shot up and dug his talons into thick flesh, slicing it from its chest all the way down to its stomach as he ran beneath. Rising from under the nomu’s legs, he turned to see his gruesome work.

Instead, he sees the blur of a fist right before it smashes into his face and sends him flying. His back colliding hard with the wall accompanied the shattering of his jaw. There was no time to wait for his vision to clear up, scrambling out of the path of the charging silhouette before it slams into the now-empty spot, the impact shaking the entire room.

The pain only intensified when his face and spine began to shift, mending itself back together while he tried his hardest to keep his eye on the much more violent beast. A ghoulish moan was heard as it straightened itself, and Raptor could see the large gash that should have easily disemboweled it already closing up.

Ah, so they can both heal.

It was already charging straight at him again. The thing was fast and powerful, but it was acting like it had a one-track mind, sticking to a simple strategy of running towards him and dealing whatever damage it could.

His wings twitched, but there was a barrier in his mind preventing them from moving. Damned Coats.

The fight became a game of evasion, darting and dashing around the bigger and stronger nomu’s swings and countering with deep slashes. Wearing it down was impossible with such rapid healing, every cut he brought upon its skin was quickly sewn shut.

His only chance was to attack its brain, but the nomu had enough sense to protect its one true vulnerable spot, nearly crushing Raptor’s arm into paste after an attempt to sink his talons into the soft matter.

So he kept dodging, and dodging, until something inside the creature just...snapped. Perhaps it was out of frustration in failing to land any hits, but its haunting moans and wails soon became full on screams. Tightly clenched fists pounded into the floor, the stone floor crumbling under the sudden tantrum. Raptor stood and watched, wings tensing from the burst of tortured emotions.

“Hm, you weren’t exaggerating about the meltdowns,” he heard one of the Coats say, her voice as dull as ever.

“What an embarrassment. Damn thing can’t even carry out a simple fight.”

Raptor looked behind the glass of spectators and saw faces of disappointment.

“A complete waste.”

“Cloner’s children are all wasted potential.”

“What a sad display.”

“Pathetic.”

He looked back at the creature that was now writhing and flailing, its skin oozing a blob that throbbed and squirmed, like it was trying its hardest to take a shape. 

But the bubbly pulses stop and the dripping mass melts into a lifeless puddle. The nomu continues to scream after its failed attempt at using its quirk. Raptor’s gut twists with pity.

A sad display, indeed.

“Raptor! Did you forget your orders? Kill him!” 

The sharp command smothers all feelings of sympathy, and before Raptor knew it, he was running toward the tormented creature, each feather on his tail sharpening with every step. Ducking under a blind swipe, the black spear thrusted forward and pierced its brain with a sickening shlunk.

The thrashing was reduced to short spasms as the nomu choked out its final groans, its terrified eyes glazing over when the last traces of life faded. 

The tail was yanked out and shook off the blood and spongy brain matter to splatter on the ground. Raptor gave a soft whine of distress.

“Well, that was all rather underwhelming.”

“Yep, that didn’t exactly challenge Raptor at all.”

“I’m concerned about his lack of aggression. Did you all see him hesitate?”

“Most likely just confusion and caution after witnessing such a sudden breakdown.”

So many voices, so many comments; Raptor paid no attention to them. His mind was on the corpse that continued to bleed heavily from the large gash in its head. Raptor was the stronger nomu. He won.

Was he supposed to feel proud? Victorious?

“He’s a very smart one. Did you see the markings in his room? He and his harvester have been...bonding.” That voice...Raptor recognized it as the Coat that showed up every morning to retrieve him from his room to enter these test rooms. “I can’t decide if I like the idea of a friendly nomu.”

The woman dismissed his worries. “As long as he knows to kill when he’s told, his behavior shouldn’t matter. But it might benefit us to test his relationship with his owner after we’ve finished observing his quirks.”

His throat vibrates as a low growl passes through.

Raptor doesn’t like it here.

x---x---x---x---x

Maybe it’s just because Friday (you’re pretty sure it’s Friday on your self-made calendar) tends to be your busiest day of the week, or that your wrist is beginning to wear down from the many giant dicks you’ve been stroking. Or maybe it’s just one of those days when you remember just how shitty this life was. Whatever it was, you weren’t in one of your best moods today. 

That’s why you felt just the smallest hint of excitement when you reached Hawks’s door. Yes, it’s weird, but he was the closest thing you had to a companion around here, alright? 

The last thing you expected was to open the door to an empty room, at least it appeared that way until you saw the black creature resting on the ceiling.

“Aah!” You yelp and drop the jar out of fright, causing Hawks to jump from the sudden noise. You curse and quickly pick up the container and scan it for any cracks while he gracefully twists his body to drop on the floor with a thud. He was as graceful as a cat...a cat that can comfortably sit upside down.

Relieved to see the jar in one piece, you turned your attention back to the waiting High End. “I didn’t know you could climb like that.”

His wings fluttered at the comment and he raised his palms right in front of your face. Ah yes, a hand. Very lovely. But looking more closely, you could see a difference in texture on the rounded pads of his fingertips. “Ooh, little sticky hairs, huh?”

He gave a click of what you assumed to be approval, tail swinging behind him.

“So I guess you’re not just born knowing everything your body can do. Sounds troublesome.” There’s something you wanted to do, something you wouldn’t ever consider doing with the other nomu even in your dreams. “May I, uh, touch them?” You held up your own hands innocently.

Hawks cocked his head, a gesture that you’re always going to find kinda cute, before grunting and bringing his larger hands to yours. All ten of your fingers made contact, and the slightest shiver shot down your spine. 

It’s the first time you’ve ever touched one of these monsters outside of jerking them to collect semen. Your curiosity was always there, but the disgust and fear you often felt when in their presence fueled the overpowering desire to hurry up, get the damn job done, and get away from them as quickly as possible.

You never imagined that you’d be standing face to face with a High End, feeling the surprisingly soft pads on his scaly hands, his breaths deep and hot against your face as those red irises watched your expressions. He was still very intimidating with his tall form, glowing glare, and the large imposing pair of wings. But those eyes—they contained too much intelligence and emotion in them.

Too human. It was as uncanny as it was fascinating. 

Only when his eyes close and he begins to croon softly do you realize that one of your hands have moved up to touch his face. The black skin feels extra thick when you gently press his cheek, strong and leathery. He leans in and brings his head closer to give you better access, and you can’t help but reward the reaction with scratches against his jaw and chin.

“You know, you’ve been doing a shitty job of acting like the ultimate killer,” you said when he purrs happily. 

The purr morphs into a disgruntled whine. “Don’t...like.”

Your hand pauses, hoping for him to elaborate as well as he could. “Don’t like…?” You encouraged him.

He was still struggling to work his vocal chords, but at least he seemed to be showing less pain. “Don’t like...k-killiiing.”

What?

“Raptor, that’s...you know...the very thing you were made for, and you don’t like doing it?” Not that you’re complaining about his gentle nature, but hearing a damn nomu say that he dislikes killing might be the most ludicrous thing you’ve heard here, even more so than the first time you were told to make an abomination cum.

His entire body stiffens, and you couldn’t help but tense up as well. “Maaade-” He makes a harsh hacking sound. “-to kill?”

Shit. You panic and attempt to backpedal. “Not to actually kill. You’re supposed to be, you know, the strongest creature that’s capable of killing whenever he wants...if you, uh, wanted to.” Yeah, that sounds good enough.

It appears to do the trick, his body relaxing again. “Don’t like,” he repeated more smoothly this time.

“I know, I know. Killing sucks. Just don’t tell the assholes in labcoats that, alright? Now calm down.” You return to your ministrations, this time using both hands to rub and scratch his face. His eyes drift shut again as your hands trail down to his slightly elongated neck, brushing past his steady pulse.

Reaching his collar and then his chest, you discover that he’s solid muscle everywhere. He may not be on the verge of bursting out of his own skin like the others, but he could no doubt snap you like a twig just as easily. You feel his chest heave from a deep breath, the strength emanating from his body making you shiver. You shush him when he jolts as your hands reach his pronounced abs, pushing against the hard muscle until you finally arrive at his groin.

You snorted at the new pair of shorts. “Another pair, huh? At least these look a little less ragged.”

You pulled his large member out for the third time. Why did you have to do this daily? What could they possibly be doing with so many jars of jizz? Making cakes?

Sighing, you brushed off the soreness of your arm and wrist and began to pump his ridged length. “Just do me a favor and try to cum quickly, alright?” 

He made a rather sad groan at that, curling into himself so that his face was close to yours. His sharp breaths were loud in your ears.

You couldn’t help but smile even through the strain of your muscles. “What, you wanna make this last? Do you know how many dicks I’ve had to tend to today? Cut me some slack, we’re gonna be doing this everyday, anyway.”

Hawks purrs before that monstrous voice shakes your body, his hot breath warming the side of your face and neck. “Feel gooood.”

The primal lust dripping from him triggers a pulse of warmth inside you. You...can’t remember the last time you’ve felt that, and it’s just a tad strange that a nomu caused it. Were you really that starved for attention? “I-” You cleared your throat after an awkward voice crack. “I know, handjobs tend to feel good. But please be a good boy and help me out here.”

He gives a puff that blows your hair back, but he complies. The big sweaty face that buries itself in your neck is so distracting that you almost forget to get your jar ready and fill it with the incoming spurts of semen. There, the final sample of the day has been collected. Now, if you could just push the panting fiend off of you before he starts drooling on your shoulder.

Something warm and slimy touches your neck. It has you pulling back so quickly that you almost fall and spill the vile essence all over you before the jar could be properly sealed.

Hawks shrinks back and quickly withdraws the indigo tongue into his mouth, looking down in what appears to be shame. You touch the licked spot, the thick saliva coating your fingers. 

“Sss-sorrry.” Regret can be heard clearly in his droning voice.

“No, it’s...it’s okay,” you stammer. The sensation lingers, and then ignites a spark somewhere inside you.

A sick, disgusting, and absolutely fucked up spark. The next thing you say should horrify you, but instead you feel nothing but a twisted form of anticipation. “You can...um...do that again, if you want.”

His tail slapped the floor in excitement before he slowly closed the distance again, cautiously looking into your eyes before his tongue slithers out and caresses the same wet space.

The smooth muscle is hot against you, extending to inhuman lengths to explore your neck. The slick sounds as it slid across your skin should have grossed you out—all of this should be grossing you out, so you don’t understand why you tilt your head back to give him more room. He licks up and down your throat slowly to savor your taste, breathing heavily and releasing a stale stench from his open maw. You imagined the breath of a previously dead man to smell a hundred times worse, frankly. 

With your neck completely drenched in his cooling slobber, he ventures upward, purring louder than ever as he tastes the flesh of your jaw. The tapered end of his tongue begins to curiously flick at your earlobe before circling around the shell of your ear. He seems to take a liking to the flabby cartilage and laps at it playfully while giving the occasional nip and suck and god, it’s all heard so fucking clearly, every schlick and smack traveling right through your canal and setting off questionable reactions all over you. Your hands are clenched and held against your chest, but you don’t tell him to stop.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

The licking moves to your cheek, lapping at it shortly before moving to your pursed lips.

‘This is fucked up beyond words.’

You flinch when the clammy tongue brushes over your lips, at first smoothing over them lightly, possibly testing to see how you’d react. His face is so close, your noses almost touching. To allow a nomu this close to you, touching you like this…

When you make no move of resistance, he gets braver and laps at your mouth with controlled eagerness. Your eyes close to hide from the otherworldly gaze, but your lips feel even more sensitive to the weight that continues flicking and pressing at them, covering them in hot saliva. Several times does it briefly part your lips and graze your teeth, making you swallow at the thought of…

‘Don’t do that.’

Hawks pauses when you open up for him, but gives a gleeful chirp and snakes his way into your inviting mouth.

‘I’m really letting him do this.’

Clawed hands grab your arms a little too tightly and hold you in place. It hurts, yet all you can focus on is the flexible muscle exploring your mouth. It rubbed against the roof, pushed at the inside of your cheeks, and eventually stroked and curled around your own tongue.

‘You’re sick.’

But you’ve been sick ever since you got here, haven’t you?

When his grip loosens, you take the opportunity to place your hands around his head, digging your fingers into his...hair? Plumage? Was his hair always this feather-like?

A high-pitched sound of surprise leaves him when you try to pull him in closer. He quickly complies, closing the distance until his lips and mouth are covering yours.

It completely smothers your senses. You see his black wings expand to slowly encase both of you. You hear the wet friction of his tongue and the hungry growls that roll from his throat. You smell sweat and blood, briefly wondering just what exactly was he made to do during those ‘tests’. You taste the thick and flavorless saliva that makes you gag at first, but becomes easier to swallow as you take in more. And most of all, you feel him slowly moving in and out of your wide open mouth, the thrusting motion forcing your thighs to rub together in response to the growing heat threatening to consume you.

You snap out of it before that can happen.

Hawks pulls away when he hears your choked sounds of protest, your hands suddenly on his chest and pushing. Fresh oxygen rushes back into your lungs when his tongue leaves your mouth and retreats back into his. The warmth between your legs doesn’t fade away. Everything that just happened, everything you just allowed this monster to do fully sinks in.

And you fucking enjoyed it.

You back away from him as quickly as you can, ignoring his confused groans. A wave of nausea sweeps over you like a powerful gust that churns your stomach.

“Rest. I need to go.” It was all you said before you picked up the forgotten jar and fled the room, refusing to falter from the sorrowful whines behind you.

The urge to spew the little food you’ve been fed throughout the day all over the hallway floor is strong, but you manage to hold out until you reach the toilet in your room, quickly kneeling and hurling. It wasn’t much, but it still left you teary-eyed and with a burning throat.

What did you do? Just what the hell did you do that warranted getting kidnapped, having your nice comfortable life stolen from you, and the only way to cope was by making out with a horrid creature? You jolt from a painful mix of a sob and a hiccup. It’s been weeks since your last breakdown, but this new discovery was another hard blow to your sanity and pride. You let the tears flow as you flushed away your mess, moving over to your bed and collapsing onto the thin mattress. Fuck this facility. Fuck the scum that created all of this.

And fuck the throbbing wetness between your legs that still won’t go away.

Your sobs transform into humorless laughs. You’re going to have to get rid of the throbbing yourself, aren’t you? They won’t arrive to collect all of your samples for about another thirty minutes, so that should be enough time...

You pulled down the thin blue pants and rubbed your fingers over the slick that had gathered from what had transpired in Hawks’s room. It’s true, you’ve been doing nothing but sick shit since you’ve been tossed into this new life. Why do you even still hold on to feelings like shame and disgust? What good will they do you here?

So you try to drown out the voice of your conscience as you laid back, succumbing to the wonderfully twisted thoughts of a nomu’s tongue.

x---x---x---x---x

Subject: Raptor

Examination

Quirk #3: Regeneration

Quirk#4: Heat Resistance

Notes: Our most advanced specimens deserve the best healing quirks we have to offer. Raptor is no exception. It will also make up for his lack of weight and hard muscle, not that he should ever be mistaken as frail. Most importantly, this should accelerate the regrowth of his feathers and supply him with an endless arsenal. We do not want to risk his regeneration being hindered by burns. After all, it was fire that led to the host’s death. This is why we have added a quirk that should make it almost completely fireproof.

The only people that Raptor disliked more than the Coats, were the Masks. The Coats saw him as nothing more than an attack dog that is expected to obey every command. But the humans in masks...to them, he was just a fleshy object to be dissected and analyzed.

They were poking and cutting to their heart’s content. His mind screamed to get away from the assortment of blades and needles that hovered over him, sinking into his skin in various places while he could only writhe against the cuffs of the metal table he was strapped to. He doesn’t believe it’s their intention to test every ounce of his willpower, but that sure as hell is what they’re doing right now as he tries, really tries not to use his feathers out of desperation.

“Excellent. The cuts begin healing the moment they’re made,” one of them observes. “Try deeper incisions. Maybe I should try removing one of its eyes.”

Raptor’s heartbeat was booming in his ears after hearing those words.

A younger Mask has been flinching from every one of the nomu’s movements. “Shouldn’t we sedate it or something? What if it lashes out?”

“Stop panicking. A nomu won’t hurt anyone without orders, though his responses to pain are stronger than I expected. We may have to fix that.”

Raptor wouldn’t mind that at all. He hisses and howls as he’s taken apart and mended back together in a torturous loop. His brain is throbbing so strongly one would worry that it might burst. He fights to think through all of the agony. 

He thinks of your touch. He thinks of your taste. Were you repulsed by what he did that morning? 

Sharp pain shot through his wings when his feathers were being forcefully yanked out, his teeth on the verge of shattering from his tightly clenched jaws.

“Perfect! Look at that, they’re already growing back in.” 

They were. He could feel the fresh plumes pushing through his skin. The regeneration did well in preventing any real damage, but it didn’t make the violent tearing of his feathers any easier to bear.

The cruel assault on his wings and tail eventually ended, black fluff littering the room’s floor. He remembers when you mentioned other nomu being capable of shutting down whenever they wanted. What he wouldn’t give to just turn off like a light switch right now.

“Alright, it’s time to move on to his heat resistance. Get the torch.”

The what? Raptor searched the fragments of his knowledge; most words were familiar to him, they just took a while to be remembered from...something. He doesn’t understand how he already knows so much, even though his subconsciousness needs time to dust everything off.

One of the Masks was holding a small object that ended in a tube. With a push of a button, a small blue flame appeared.

The glowing yellow eyes that were normally slits were suddenly wider than he thought possible, every part of him hyper focused on the small fire that was getting too close to his sore wings. His mind recovered a new piece of information:

Blue flames are to be feared.

He was thrashing the second the searing pain was felt, fighting to escape, to get away from the blue death that threatened to incinerate his wings again. He has felt this before. He doesn’t want to burn again.

Panic consumed him, unaware of how much his feathers have sharpened as he beats his wings and tail against the table. He can barely hear the Masks’ frantic voices over the ear-splitting screech, a screech that he realizes is coming from his own strained throat.

“–ptor, I SAID STOP!”

“–y arm! Fuck, my arm is bleeding bad–”

“–old you he’d attack! Why is he reacting so–”

“–atives! Into his neck! Hurry!”

Needles are being jammed into his neck, the chemicals working quickly in sapping away his strength, limbs becoming too heavy to move, and his thoughts were too cloudy to even continue panicking. The scorching heat was still present in his wing, but he can still feel the presence of all of his feathers. There was no foul smell of burnt plumage.

“Aaaugh, my arm...” In the corners of his vision, Raptor saw one of the Masks hunched over and clutching a blood-soaked arm. He didn’t mean to hurt any of them.

“Shut up and go patch yourself up.” An older man motioned the rest to come closer to the calmed nomu, which they cautiously obeyed. “Do you all see it? His feathers aren’t damaged at all. Perfect.”

“But why didn’t he stop resisting after you ordered him several times? And why was his reaction to pain so strong?”

The elder grimaced behind his mask and shook his head. “Its pain tolerance is laughable. There’s no use in a nomu having such sensitivity. We’ll need to perform an operation that will dull his nerves.” 

They scrambled around the table, gathering new tools and focusing the creaky hanging light on Raptor’s face. He was too doped up to even react to the harsh brightness.

“And if he ignores us like that again, we may need to alter his brain and ensure his compliance in the future.”

The nomu tried to make a sound of protest, but in his dazed state he could give no more than a pathetic whimper. He was rather thankful of the drugs for making him unable to notice just how many needles were sinking into his brain, or the blades that opened up the rest of his head, keeping the tools in place to prevent his skull from instantly healing. It still hurt, a lot. But as they tweaked his pulsing organ, injecting unknown fluids inside, the pain began to dim. Raptor would have celebrated and attempted to wag his tail in relief.

But it wasn’t the only thing that was fading. The coldness of the metal at his back was becoming distant, the chill in the air of the room was suddenly so faint that it no longer made him shiver. 

He wanted it all to hurt less, but he still wanted to feel. 

He has no idea how much time had passed once they finally finished and allowed his bone and flesh to close up. The old Mask stared down at him, gloves drenched in thick crimson.

“That should do it. Going by your weaker reactions, the operation was a success and you now feel less sensation. Good.”

‘No. Not good.’ It’s what he was tempted to say, but Raptor didn’t want to utter a single word to anyone besides you, and the cruel man’s recent threat of robbing him of his free will ensured that he keeps his mouth shut.

Raptor hates it here.

x---x---x---x---x

There were fresh claw marks covering the walls of Hawks’s room, and this time they were angry. The drawings and games you made together were literally slashed out, with spots of blood spread out all over the floor.

He was curled up in a corner, wings concealing most of his shaking form.

“Raptor.” Firmly addressing him is usually all it takes to gain his full attention, just like any other nomu, High End or not.

Hawks doesn’t respond at all.

That’s new...and very unnerving.

You called him again. The mass of feathers didn’t budge. You swallowed a lump in your throat. He had clearly just thrown a violent tantrum, and you don’t know if he has fully calmed down yet. Approaching him is too risky, but the damn nomu won’t even acknowledge you. So you’ll have to get through him in a more natural way. 

“Raptor, is everything alright? Do you, um, need some space? I can come back a little later...maybe another thirty minutes or so.” You offered, your body slightly twisting toward the door, ready to bolt if he decided to attack. You ignored the cold hard fact that the door and your legs would do little in protecting you from him.

His tail slowly uncurls like a timid snake, wings following suit and revealing his shrunken form. He was hugging himself tightly, talons peeling the skin off of his biceps. His head hung low, but you can see the spot of red in each eye looking right at you. He looked like an angry and frightened child, and his pitiful plea didn’t help matters.

“Don’t...go.”

His vulnerable state quelled your fears, but you still took caution. “Can I come closer?”

He looks down at the floor for a moment, seemingly pondering the question, before straightening his posture and nodding. 

You follow the routine you’ve been getting used to with him, setting aside the jar and taking some time to talk. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

It was supposed to compel him to instantly explain the issue, or at least attempt to with his awkward speech. You instead see him flinch and growl lowly, as if he didn’t appreciate you making demands. Just what is going on with him?

Your anxiety was probably visible since he quickly switched back to a less aggressive stance. You wince when he drags a claw through his flesh, blood leaking out for only a second before the wound instantly repairs itself. “Can’t feel.” He weeps with cracks in his unnatural voice. At least he’s dragging out his words less and sounds less like a moaning zombie.

“You can’t feel?” You repeated, edging closer and placing a hand over the healed spot. Another growl, louder this time, scares you into pulling away. But his bigger hand seizes yours and presses it hard onto the black skin. You feel the tremors that begin to wrack his body and try to stay calm in the wake of his growing distress. 

His voice becomes only more broken. “Can’t feel it! Can’t feel you!”

You find yourself shushing him, holding your free hand up like you’re trying to calm a panicking animal. You cup the side of his face, but that seems to upset him even more. “You can’t feel my hand?”

He shuts his eyes and shakes his head, squeezing your hand tightly enough to cut off circulation. How freely he can emote still freaks you out a bit, face looking on the verge of shedding tears. Everything about him continues to be so surreal.

“Raptor, you’re a shitty nomu,” you told him with a small smile. “Not that I mind.”

And there goes that cute head tilt. The thought of him being released in a city to wreak havoc, just like the one that attacked Endeavor and...him, feels less possible after every meeting.

He was still powerful and potentially dangerous, if the state of the walls were anything to go by. You really shouldn’t be pushing your luck or his temper. On the other hand, you did decide yesterday that from now on, you are going to embrace the depraved dumbass within you. Hawks stiffens and starts to slowly pull back, but your hand makes its way to the back of his head. “It’s alright, it’s alright,” you soothed him. “I just want to see if you can feel any of this.”

With no more hesitation, you pressed your lips to his, feeling his shock through a surprised grunt. For a minute, you simply cover his rough lips with kisses while he stays completely still, eyes looking on the verge of bulging right out of their sockets. It looked downright silly. Why was he so shocked by a simple kiss anyway, after the way you let him ravage your mouth yesterday? 

Your lips pause when you remember the distraught sounds he made that morning as he watched you rush out of the room. That’s right.

“Hey,” you murmur against him. “Sorry for taking off like that last time. Just...don’t worry about it, okay.” He released a hot breath onto your face. Your trapped hand is finally freed from his iron grip, numb and stiff, but you keep your attention on the motionless nomu. “We’re not exactly supposed to be doing this, but I want you t-mmf!”

He suddenly went forward and attacked your lips, aggressively mimicking your movements with enough force to bruise. You try to keep up and calm his pace, sighing into his mouth once his lips finally begin to slow down. He’s clumsy like you expected, but his intelligence shows when he tries to follow your lead and quickly learns the intimate dance of your mouths. The occasional swipe of that blasted tongue across your lip makes you gasp, and then you feel big strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you close, the beats of his excited wings, the throaty growls that rattle your entire being…

You can feel yourself heating up again already.

“Mmm, Raptor...wait,” you manage to say between kisses, your hands pushing against his chest. He gives a grating sound of annoyance, but pulls away like you wished. You were suddenly hyper aware of his size and strength – this monster that was holding you closely and taking care not to harm you. If any other nomu had you like this, they undoubtedly wouldn’t have stopped.

“So, did you feel any of that?” Your hand travels down to his groin and rubs at the bulge that still had a lot of growing to do. “Do you feel that?”

To your dismay, he shakes his head. “No,” he groans as his wings droop closer to the floor. 

It has you stumped. How are you supposed to please him when his whole body is numb?

“But…” He licks his lips slowly. “Can still taste. Tastes so good.”

When you let him lap at your lips again, he twitches beneath the ragged cloth.

You put two and two together, and the realization makes you gulp. And ache.

Remember, shame is useless here.

He allows you to back away and create some distance. The sight before you is frightening on its own: The sharp stare of the raven-winged fiend while surrounded by the deep marks of its outburst would do well in intimidating any sane individual. Remembering what exactly he is makes you pause only for a second, your hands grabbing the bottom of your thin blue shirt and lifting it before your pesky conscience can even get a word in.

Hawks’s wings flare out slightly when your breasts are revealed to him, talons clicking against the floor as he shuffles about, at a loss of how to react. Relieved that you haven’t been pounced on immediately, you lean down to remove your pants next, ignoring the trembling in your hands as you pull the garment down and step out of them. They never supplied you with underwear, so with your two articles of clothing removed, you were completely nude in front of the dangerous nomu.

At first you both just stared at each other, until he finally came forward to scan your body more closely, mindful of how nervous you were. The tension made you almost choke and cough on your words.

“I-if you want to…taste more of me, go ahead.” You didn’t mean to squeak out those last two words. You blame it on the chilly air.

The hands that take hold of your hips feel extra hot, along with the breath that grazes your chest. The blue tongue slides past his lips and extends to press against the spot right over your pounding heart, then moving smoothly up the column of your neck and your cheek in one long swipe, the wet trail making you shudder. The mouth ventures close to your ear to utter the word that you remember repeating to him on the first day you got him off.

“Calm.”

It’s followed by a rolling purr that eases you into doing just that. The humming continues while he eyes your breasts, nipples already pert from being exposed to the air. Even in your more relaxed state, the sudden lick across your tit makes your breath hitch. He seems to enjoy your response and repeats the action, giving it several more laps before wrapping around the entirety of the soft globe like a tentacle, squeezing gently.

“Ah, Raptor,” you moan when the tip of the tongue flicks at your nipple, sending the tiniest of jolts through you. “Damn, where did you learn to do that?” 

He answers with nothing more than a groan as he continues to show off his tongue’s flexibility. It coils and swirls around the skin until every inch of it is covered in his saliva, making you even more sensitive to the cold air. Satisfied with his work, he moves on to repeat the motions with your other breast.

The pleasure was soothing, like a massage…if the masseuse had sticky boneless limbs. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around him, letting yourself enjoy the vile act of a monster sampling your taste. 

His mouth suddenly engulfs you, the damp heat adding to the ongoing feeling of his tongue dancing around your tit. The purrs abruptly become a powerful vibration that electrifies your skin and brings forth your moisture to drip and run down your thighs.

But Hawks suddenly pulls away and stares at you intensely, the glower snapping you out of your daze.

“What is it?” You were getting nervous again. Did one of your reactions irritate him?

He breathes in, again and again, sniffing at the air for something. The swaying tail hints that whatever he smells is exciting him. His head lowers in pursuit of the scent and stops at your womanly mound to take a long whiff at the spicy aroma emanating from your cunt.

With his breath now blowing right against your sex and increasing your arousal, your juices trickled freely onto the floor and for him to see. The clawed hands on your hips held you steady, preventing you from collapsing from the nerve-racking anticipation that had you shaking all over. At no point in your life have you ever felt this exposed, being ogled by a pair of eyes in which the irises were bigger than you’ve ever seen them, mesmerized by the source of the delicious smell.

The tongue slips between your thighs before you could even prepare yourself, stretching across the entirety of your lips, over your entrance, nearly reaching your ass before it pulls back toward his mouth, the rubbing of the silky muscle creating buzzes of pleasure. Looking down gives you the unpleasant view of his brain, but you also get to see him swallow and savor your taste, humming deeply in approval before salivating with the need to drink up more.

“Good.”

He doesn’t wait for your response – his face is already being shoved into you, and you’re suddenly bombarded with delightful hot sensations all over your pussy. The ravenous organ travels up and down your folds, collecting every drop of your sweet nectar while you could do nothing but spread your legs to give him more leeway – God you’re such a whore – and cover your mouth in the hope that no passerbys hear your moans in the room. 

When your legs officially become jelly and can no longer support you, Hawks tires of holding you up and allows you to fall back a little too hard onto the floor, the impact making you wince. Any other time, he probably would have at least made a sound of apology, but your sopping wet pussy has stolen his attention. He wastes no time in lifting your hips up toward his waiting mouth, now utilizing his lips along with his tongue to loudly slurp up your essence.

His vicious hunger has you seeing stars. Wings open up and expand around both of you like black curtains that darken your vision, like a bird of prey mantling over a hard-earned meal. The only thing you can clearly see between your legs are the eerie glows of red and yellow; the glare of a demon that seeks to devour you from the inside. He starts to suck your folds dry, growling as he inspects every inch of the ravaged honeypot until his lips brush against your neglected clit.

A muffled “fuck!” passes between your fingers, both of your hands tightly clamped over your mouth. The reaction surprises him, and to his delight, it triggers more of your nectar to flow. The most efficient gag wouldn’t have been enough to suppress your scream when he sucked hard on your sensitive bud.

You couldn’t help it. Fighting past the paralyzing pleasure, your hands blindly grab at his head and accidentally bury your fingers into a soft squishy brain. The discomfort makes him shake his head and groan in irritation, raising his head and narrowing those menacing eyes at you as a silent warning.

“Hah...shit...I’m sor–AH! Fuck-oh my god....” He’s already attacking your clit again before you can finish your apology. All he cares about at the moment is your taste, and not even you were going to interrupt him. The surrounding wings occasionally twitch and shudder around you, vibrating along with your approaching climax. But the second you feel dangerously close, his lips leave the perky little pebble and move back down to lap at your fresh flow. It tears you away from an orgasmic finale and brings you back to that sensual middle ground. The audible licks were amazing, but you need to reach that edge. Your hand drifted down to your pussy, right over his tongue where you can give your clit the stimulation needed to cum…

“Hwrrrrrrr…”

You felt the terrifying snarl more than you heard it, shaking you to your very core. The other core, not the one on the verge of bursting. You immediately pull away and freeze, shivering and breathing quickly at the sight of his bared fangs. For a brief moment, the tent of feathers showed off a faint sheen, like they all suddenly sharpened. A quivering, fear-fueled gasp left you. 

It felt like the staredown went on forever, but Hawks was eventually convinced that you weren’t going to distract him from his feast again and returned his gaze to the fragrant pussy before him. However, after a few more licks, he grunted in frustration. You weren’t secreting your precious juices fast enough; your body simply couldn’t keep up with his newfound greed.

The insatiable tongue keeps poking and prodding at your opening until it pushes in just enough to slightly stretch your walls. You struggle to stay relaxed and keep your hands to yourself. Hawks was currently as unpredictable as any other nomu, and you didn’t want to piss him off.

When the hot thick muscle is suddenly shoved into you, you don't even have time to cover your mouth and block the next scream that is ripped from your throat. There’s no time to adjust to the completely foreign sensation. It squirms inside of you like a living creature, massaging your pussy in ways you didn’t even know were possible, sometimes hitting that special soft spot.

Your molten center spreads its flames across every nerve. This is far beyond what you fantasized on the night you touched yourself. His tongue was able to fill you completely, all while moving around more freely than a cock or even fingers ever could. Too soon does it leave your pulsing walls and back into his mouth, where he swallows every drop he’s gathered before shooting his tongue back out and penetrating you again before you can even complain.

He was moving with more force, enough to create a visible swell in your stomach that moved along with his tongue. You can’t look away from it, even as he begins to push in and out at a steady rhythm, the pleasure building up to new heights while the bulge in your belly moves up and down. You’re tempted to ask him to move his wings to allow more light for a better view, but interrupting him now is probably a stupid idea.

He pants loudly from his open mouth as he fucks you thoroughly with nothing more than a long powerful tongue, his thrusts moving faster and deeper in search of more of your savory wetness.

Meanwhile, you were dizzy. It was uncomfortable at first. It’s been so long since you’ve been fully stretched, but it all quickly melds into pleasure you have long since forgotten – no – you hadn’t even known. Your interest in sex has greatly diminished during your stay here. Hell, you were certain that your libido was officially dead. But Hawks….

This abomination was going to be the death of you.

Your g-spot is suddenly struck again, and again. Most of your words were incoherent, and the ones that could be made out were nothing more than endless encouragement.  “Gah-hnngh, fuck, Hawks, you want more, don’t you? Ah, I’m about to give you more. Keep going Hawks don’t fucking stop.” 

Talons are biting into your skin from his tightened grip. With a low bellow of excitement, his mouth moves to cover your entire sex, prepared for the incoming downpour, and thrusts his tongue into your most sensitive spot repeatedly without mercy.

The pressure within explodes violently, completely overshadowing that laughable orgasm you gave yourself yesterday. Each contraction adds more white that flashes in your eyes, moving in from the corners of your vision until it becomes as blinding and unbearable as the bliss that washes over you. There are noisy gulps between your legs, the parched monster happily taking every rush of fluid directly into his mouth and down his throat until he finally has his fill.

Even through your spasms your walls try desperately to clamp around his tongue as it leaves, but to no avail. The looming wings finally move away and return to their usual resting spot behind his back while he sets your lower body down and licks his lips for any remaining traces of your slick. The talons never broke your skin, but they did leave some glaring marks on your hips and ass.

You still tingled all over from the waist down while your muscles make the greatest effort to respond to any of your commands. No use. You decide to lay there covered in the monster’s spit. The work of that amazing specimen of a tongue almost made you forget that this was being done to arouse him. You should probably check to see if he was hard. He may not be able to feel your hand anymore, but he still might be excited enough to cum from the act. Stupid science bastards, making your job more complicated.

“Hawks.”

The single word uttered from the nomu clears your mind instantly. Your weakened arms push you upright to properly face him. He was still crouching, scaly toes supporting the weight of his body like a gargoyle without a perch.

“You say Hawks. What...is Hawks?”

What? When did you…?

Oh. Shit. Your mouth was moving on its own while he was eating you out.

Your mind was zipping in several directions at once, hoping that he wouldn’t find anything odd about your eyes darting about, looking everywhere except at him. You settled on a simple and dismissive answer. “Oh...don’t worry about it. I was just babbling while you had me on cloud nine,” you said with a crooked smile.

Black lips twisted into a frown, accompanied by a quick beat of his wings and then...eww. His brain is pulsing way too much, so much that he shakes his head in agitation, which only adds to the disturbing visual as the organ jiggles slightly in his head. “Hawks...don’t know...I know…” His words jumbled over his inner turmoil. The long tail lifted and began to swing quickly.

You sat there, nude and bewildered. Every High-End still carried traces of who they once were, expressing some of the same behaviors and habits they presumably had before death.

This is the first time you’ve seen one with any sort of recollection of their past life, even if it’s something as minor as feeling a connection to their name. You have a feeling that’s not supposed to happen.

You shouldn’t tell him anything; nothing good will come out of it. He needs to shut up and start being a bloodthirsty killer before the doctors decide that he’s more trouble than he’s worth.

“Raptor,” your shaky legs move slowly, shifting until you’re resting on your knees, face to face with the nomu that still looks interested in your naked body even as his head throbs. “It’s not important. Stop thinking about it.”

The look he gives you is one of hurt and dammit, this is exactly his problem. “But...Hawks. Want to know what-”

“I said stop thinking!”  Your volume shocks both of you, but Hawks actually recoils from the unexpected shout. You don’t care, all it does is confuse you more, anger you more. “Why the hell aren’t you listening to me anymore? That’s what you’re supposed to do! Do whatever we tell you! What, did you break?” A full-body chill reminds you of the state you’re in. You were seriously having an outburst while still completely naked with Hawks’s saliva glistening over your thighs. You groan and turn away from the troubled hybrid to grab your clothes and dress yourself, not giving a damn if you pissed him off and he decides to kill you right there. He’d be doing both of you a favor, really.

But it shouldn’t be a surprise when you see that he hasn’t budged from his spot, making no move to retaliate. “I like you, Raptor,” you admitted. “Somehow, you managed to be the only welcomed company in this fucked up hospital slash prison, but you shouldn’t be. What we just did...that shouldn’t have happened. Fuck, I – I should’ve been terrified, and I kinda was, but, I shouldn’t have felt that good!” Your doubts, your conscience, they both return with a vengeance. But this time it’s not you they’re worried about. 

“If this is how you act around everyone else, you’re not going to last here.” You hold his face in your hands, a tender gesture that shouldn’t be possible with the likes of him. “These assholes are gonna get rid of you if you don’t do what they want, and they’re going to ask for horrible things. I know you don’t like killing, but if you keep up all of...this, you’re going to lose more than your sense of touch.”

He doesn’t make a sound, only staring at you before gritting his teeth and nodding in your gentle grasp. His compliance both relieves and hurts you.

“I’m sorry, but no more questions. Please? The less you know, the better.”

“No more…questions.” Dammit, you hate how clear the sorrow is in his eerie voice, like the mournful moans of a lost soul. “No more.”

You give him a smile of thanks, it’s the least you could give him. You try to bring the atmosphere back to its usual awkward yet friendly vibe. “Now, let me see if your, um, tasting did you any good.” You move to pull down his shorts. That is, until you notice the large damp spots and stains on the cheap material. Oh, he did not.

“Welp, it obviously worked. Now how am I gonna scrape this shit off?”

x---x---x---x---x

Hawks.

Flames.

Decay.

Death. Everywhere.

But, somehow, he knew it wasn’t his doing. 

Maybe he did kill a few...he wasn’t sure. It’s all so blurry and nauseating. 

Was he killing people? Was he…trying to save them? A monster like him, saving people?

“No more questions.”

Your voice echoes, bouncing across the shattered fragments of his mind. Raptor tries to obey. He doesn’t know what this Hawks is, or why it keeps plaguing him.

Whatever Hawks was, it’s gone. Raptor wants it to leave him alone.

x---x---x---x---x

Subject: Raptor

Field Test

Quirk #5: Camouflage

Notes: As you know by now, Raptor differs from other nomu in that he is designed for agility and stealth. An invisibility quirk will not only make Raptor into the perfect phantom, it can also assist in infiltration and spying. While the quirk may be called ‘camouflage’ mainly due to how it changes skin pigmentation, it does much more than match the colors of the environment. It hides the user’s entire form as perfectly as any true invisibility quirk. Raptor should be more than capable of destroying targets without ever being noticed.

You were right. It was strange how he doesn’t discover these ‘quirks’ on his own. It was an understatement to say that he was a little lost when a Coat ordered him to activate his Camouflage. Raptor was prepared to feel those words bind his limbs and move him against his will. Whenever his brain was under the Coats’ control, he was capable of doing whatever they asked, even when he himself didn’t understand what they were asking for.

So it was worrying when he felt nothing. He heard the order loud and clear, yet it didn’t wrap around his brain like it always does. 

So it wasn’t just you. His mind no longer submitted to anyone’s commands. He would have chirped in celebration if he didn’t have an audience that was still waiting for him to follow through, giving looks and comments of impatience while he stood there. 

He can’t let them notice that he was unaffected. The words of the Mask that stole his touch repeated in his head along with the memories of cutting and burning, every nerve seething from raw pain until all feeling began to fade.

“If he ignores us like that again, we may need to alter his brain and ensure his compliance in the future.”

Alter...change...he doesn’t want them to change him. So Raptor tried to pretend, another thing that felt natural to him. 

The process of finding his new quirk was difficult to describe; it was more like willing himself to blend in until the rest of his body got the message. All of his muscles tightened, and he almost panicked when black skin began to disappear before his eyes. His wings, his tail, every part of him looked as if it was dissolving, but he can still move and feel the weight of each limb. Once his body relaxed, he was fully invisible. The Coats kept him pinned with their stares, however.

“Completely hidden. Very good,” one of them said, writing something down. They’re always watching, always taking notes on him, always judging. This all felt familiar as well. “Now, walk from that corner to there, and keep a hold on your quirk.”

There was no pull, no sudden fuzziness or loss of control. Nothing. It’s a strange feeling, following orders because he actually chooses to. It will take some getting used to, but it shouldn’t be too difficult. 

Has a monster like him ever acted before? It sure feels like it.

He performed several different tasks: running, climbing, flying, and shooting feathers. All while unseen by the naked eye. The feat even earned him a round of applause from the Coats.

“I can picture it already. He could slice apart an entire group of targets, and they wouldn’t even understand their deaths. A flurry of invisible blades!” One of them exclaimed with a smile that was way too wide given the subject matter.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to get a taste of what this is capable of right now.”

Right on cue, the doors opened. Every feather on his wings and tail bristled instantly, ready to shred whatever possible threat that may enter. They wouldn’t be able to see him. It would be so easy, just like the Coats said.

But instead of another nomu that was simpler and more violent than him, a woman was shoved into the room hard enough to make her stumble forward and fall, the door slamming shut behind her. She was dressed like you, wearing only a thin blue shirt and pants. What did they bring someone like her in here for?

She was already back on her feet, scanning the area with wide eyes and shrunken pupils before moving her gaze to the humans that continued to observe from the other side. The fear in the air was so thick that Raptor could nearly taste it as she shook uncontrollably – he wondered if her knees would collapse from the trembling alone.

He was still camouflaged; she couldn’t see him at all. The urge to reveal himself is strong, but one: the Coats had yet to order him to deactivate his quirk, and two: knowing that she was in a room with a nomu will most definitely only terrify her more, so he stayed where he was, motionless and quiet.

For a suffocating minute, the only sound was her rapid breathing until one of the Coats finally spoke up.

“Kill her, Raptor.”

“What?” The woman’s voice was constricted by anxiety. She looked timidly at the man, who only stared back expectantly, waiting for something. “W-what?” She choked out again. She switched her attention to the door, still distressed and shaking. When no horrid beast entered the room like she expected, her panic increased even more, stuttering so badly that it was a challenge to discern what she was trying to say. “I-I-I w-I won’t...I’m s-so...p-p-please.” 

Her head whipped upwards to a vent in the ceiling. Nothing happened. The confused woman was now spinning around looking for something, hysterical with the knowledge that her impending doom was coming, but not knowing where or when. The weight of her dread was making him anxious.

The same Coat, however, only sighed in annoyance at the sight of the trapped panicking animal. “Don’t dawdle, Nomu.” The final word dripped with venom. It reminded him of his place: a puppet that should have no will of its own. Raptor didn’t want to kill, but if he defies them, then they will dig into his brain again, and the woman will probably be violently killed by a more enthusiastic nomu. He’s afraid of what they might take from him next. He can’t let that happen.

The shrinking woman is still whipping her head around in every direction as her bare feet take a step backwards, then another, completely unaware of the larger creature that stood right behind her. He can’t guarantee a painless death, but he can make it as quick as possible for her.

Raptor added an edge to some of his feathers, but reconsidered. That would require pinpoint accuracy, not worth the risk with a target that was moving so erratically.

His tongue curiously ran over the points of his teeth, checking their sharpness. No, that would leave too much of a mess.

His hands clenched into fists, and that’s when he practically heard the ding in his head. A simple method, but it should work just fine.

He was originally going to wait until she backed all the way into him, but that would be rather cruel. Killing her before she even recognizes the danger is a greater mercy. His hand struck with the swiftness of a snake, grabbing the back of her neck. The delicate spine could be felt beneath.

Raptor was not as strong as other nomu. That didn’t mean he couldn’t crush a human’s bones with little effort.

He felt her jolt, but that’s all she had time to do before the sickening snap and crunch sounded throughout the room, then she went limp with nothing more than a few final twitches.

Some of the Coats audibly gasped, while others clapped excitedly at the kill they couldn’t even see coming. From their perspective, an unsuspecting woman’s neck was suddenly crushed by an invisible force like an aluminum can.

One of them didn’t look very impressed. “Eh, a bit anticlimactic, don’t you think?”

“We’re not watching a bloodsport,” another one snapped. “Raptor is designed to handle matters quickly. A cervical fracture is fast and effective.”

“She was so terrible at her job. I think she deserved a terrible death in return,” another said. 

Their babbling continued while Raptor placed the body on the floor more gently than his audience would have liked. Her eyes were still wide open, frozen in that moment of realization just a millisecond before death. Still, things could have been much worse for her. 

“I still think we should have used his harvester instead. She’s becoming a nuisance.”

Raptor has grown to really dislike that voice, the voice of the man that takes him away every morning. He always stares at him like an expensive possession that turned out to be a waste of money. It’s an effort to keep his lips from curling over his teeth whenever the bastard’s around.

An older lady spoke. “Her relationship with the nomu is unique and warrants its own set of experiments after we cover the basics here. We already told you that.”

“Yes yes, I know. But her sample this morning was pathetic. It’s like she’s forgotten her job, too busy turning our greatest achievement into a softie. Call me petty, but I’d get a good laugh out of watching her be devoured by the nomu that she’s decided to become friends with.”

Anger.

“You are petty, and short-sighted. Do you understand just how extraordinary this relationship is?”

Another Coat butted in. “Sure, but what use is sentiment to a nomu? This was supposed to be a cold lethal predator, not a child that likes to draw on walls. I agree that the bond with its harvester is holding it back. It would be better off without her.”

Raptor hates it. He doesn’t want any of them talking about you. To think that they’d consider something as twisted as offering you to him as a helpless prisoner to execute, just like the one whose spine he had just snapped.

How dare they.

The lady was suddenly staring right at him with a look of shock before her aged lips curled into a smirk. Actually, everyone was staring at him now, and they all showed varying levels of discomfort. That’s when he noticed that he can see his hands in front of him again, along with his feet, wings, and the rest of his body. His fury made him lose his hold on the Camouflage quirk. They had all just seen his face of hatred.

And yet the lady continued to smile. “I don’t believe he agrees with you two.”

She then whispered something, lips forming what looked like the word ‘magnificent’ while her eyes bore into him. Even his rage was nothing more than a fascinating process to be examined.

Raptor wants to get out of here.

x---x---x---x---x

You’re alright. You made it out. You were bruised, but you made it out.

That High-End nearly broke your fucking arm when it came. It was always a pretty rough one when you jerked it off but for god’s sake, why did it always have to squeeze you like a stress ball? Thankfully, your painful shriek of “STOP!” was enough to penetrate the horny shield over its brain and it released you.

It wasn’t your first injury, but it’s been a while since you’ve gotten such a scare. It could’ve been worse – it could always be much worse.

The fact that you feel elated when you reach Hawks’s room shows how close the two of you have gotten in less than a week. Two prisoners who agree that this place can go fuck itself; one was pumping cocks on the daily, the other failed miserably at being a ruthless monster. They ought to make a movie out of this.

You enter the room to see him resting in the center while several feathers carve into different areas of the walls and ceiling. His understanding of shapes was becoming more complex at a rapid rate, if the current drawings were anything to go by. They looked to be unintentionally abstract faces, varying greatly in size and structure, but one thing they all had in common was oversized eyes. Every face was furiously scratched in, the sound of chiseling surrounding you and adding to the ominous aura given off by the etchings that lacked skill but teemed with raw emotion. 

The scattered claw marks from yesterday are still as visible as ever. Everyday, this place looks more disturbing even with the not-so-hostile creature that occupies it.

Something prompts his feathers to stop abruptly and return to him, followed by him quickly standing up and hissing. The badly-timed hostility makes you jump back. “Raptor? What is it?” You tried to stay calm as usual.

He drew closer, eyes narrowed and teeth bared at the purplish welts on the arm that held your gazillionth jar. Oh, of course. You waved with you uninjured one. “It’s alright. One of the High Ends was being a little heavy-handed. It stings, but it’ll get better.” 

Hot air hits you when he releases a snort. While he studies the bruise, you continue to examine the newest artful additions. “So...what do all of these mean?” You ask.

He follows your traveling gaze and mutters. “Watching. They’re always watching.”

He said it so smoothly that it gave you chills. “You’re tripping up less on your words. That’s, uh, good.” When a grunt is his only response, you keep talking. “Are these the doctors?” He nodded. “Did you...have to kill again?”

A beat. Then he nods again, more slowly this time. “It was easier.” 

You’re not sure what to say to that, deciding to instead rest a hand on his arm. For some reason, what he said didn’t scare you. It was you who asked him to act more like a nomu, anyway.

You both stayed like that for a few minutes, standing side-by-side in the middle of the room’s crude composition that illustrated his short life. Innocence, rage, and now a feeling of powerlessness. You can relate; your progress here was very similar except that the ‘innocence’ part can be replaced with ‘grief’, having lost contact with everything you were familiar with. 

“You know, maybe I can add my own additions to this sometime, if you don’t mind. Make this place our own little mural.” You giggle when his tail swings at the proposal. “There’s no way they haven’t noticed how odd of a duo we are by now. I wonder how those assholes feel about all of this.”

You’re grabbed and pulled into him so quickly that the jar slips out of your grip, rolling away as you’re pushed into a hard black chest. The tight embrace squeezes your swollen arm painfully. “Shit, that hurts!”

He whines apologetically and loosens his hold. Pain and lack of oxygen aside, it’s oddly comforting. You haven’t been hugged in ages, and here you were being held by this. A song of soft coos calm you, but there is a noticeable sad tone to them. You look up at him, chin resting on his pecs. “Raptor, I know it sucks here, and I don’t really know what to say to make things better, but I’ll keep trying to hang out with you for as long as I can, alright?” You reassure him while rubbing his chest. “Remember, you’re kind of the best thing that ever happened to this place. Not that my standards in this shithole are very high – they’re actually lower than a regular nomu’s sex drive – but it’s still an achievement you should be proud of.”

Your words did their job, if his lighter hums are anything to go by. His comforting heat was gone too soon when he gently pushed you back, following up with a press of lips against yours.

There’s no more clumsiness in his movements. He switched from light brushes that had you craving more to deep smooches that took your breath away. There wasn’t much else you could do except follow his lead. The teasing licks against your lips never fail to get you going, and he probably knows that by now. Unfortunately, you had to break apart for a breather, allowing him to cradle you as he waited.

“Who the hell have you been kissing while I’m not around to learn so fast?” You joked.

You didn’t expect him to look away and hesitate to answer before uttering, “I...remembered.”

If he was expecting that to upset you, it didn’t. You can’t stop his brain from working, and he no longer automatically gives in to any demands. You still don’t know what’s up with that. “Right,” you sighed. “Are you remembering anything else?”

“No...same things. Hawks...fire...death...I want to forget.” He pulls you in again, this time taking care not to add too much pressure to your bruises. His strangled attempts at speech have become smoother over the days, but hearing the winged hero beneath the layers of grotesque sounds that create his voice is going to take a long time to get used to. “Can...you...make me forget?”

A twinge of sadness and pity. Are his final moments the only parts that keep playing in his head, in a cruel loop? You direct all of your strength into your voice and speak. “Forget about it. Forget about Hawks and all of those foggy memories.”

He sits there and blinks with no clear sign that your words had any effect. 

Then he wilts and groans in defeat.

“No good, huh?” You shrug. You truly did wish you could help him. “There’s not much else I can do, sorry.” A pause. “Must feel like nightmares, I guess. I get plenty of those.” You rest in his hold while recalling some of the fears that manifest in your sleep. “Dreams about what they’ll do when they don’t need me anymore. I never had the guts to put myself out of my misery – don’t have many options to work with anyway. Maybe I can ask a nomu to chomp my head off.”

“No.” The word was growled out, felt all around you like a small quake. You quickly try to calm him by raising your uninjured arm to hold and caress his face. You know that he couldn’t exactly feel it anymore, but the memory of your touch is probably what still managed to soothe him. It was an intimate image, touching him so lovingly while in his arms.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stick around. We can make things easier for each other.” Without a second thought, you straighten up and begin pushing down your pants, Hawks already chirping in excitement and fumbling with your shirt, his talons ripping the cloth. You were naked in front of him once again, and the memories of yesterday already have your pussy lubricating itself in preparation. Samples...semen….you weren’t thinking about any of that. You just wanted him again.

“Let’s help each other forget.”

And just like that, you were devoured. His mouth was everywhere and you happily took it all. You were addicted to his touch as much as he was addicted to your flavor. The dark blue tongue moved gracefully across your face, the small grin and lidded eyes telling you that he quite enjoyed the sight of you covered in his saliva. You opened your mouth wide as an invitation that he gladly took, the strong muscle charging straight into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. It makes you gag and has tears pricking at your eyes, yet you continue to throb between your legs.

He fucks your mouth so fast and roughly that you’re forced to only breathe through your nose. You’re clinging onto him as you gurgle around the ravaging muscle, your nails unable to pierce his tough hide no matter how hard you grip.

Something solid rubs right against your sex, grazing your clit and leaving you moaning into his mouth. His hips were bucking into the air with a very prominent tent that constricted his growing cock.

It’s the first time a nomu’s dick actually touches you there. 

And it makes your walls clench.

You get closer for more friction, trying to grind against the massive erection while he finally removes his tongue from your mouth. That’s when he notices just how hard you’re trying to get off on his bulge.

Heat is rushing to your face at his puzzled expression. “You-” You gasp, still catching your breath after having him squirm down your throat for so long. “You feel pretty good.”

He simply watches you continue to rub against him – you don’t even notice that his hips are no longer moving, you just press closer to him and grind harder in desperation. His wings flutter and the rest of his body shakes lightly, his breaths coming out in short huffs.

He was laughing.

The look of amusement is so unexpected that it has your hips stopping out of embarrassment. And here you thought nothing else could leave you flustered at this point. “You don’t have to laugh. Trust me, you’ve looked way more desperate than I have,” You tease him. 

He clicks his tongue, then with a yank and a loud rip, his shorts are in tatters and his cock springs free right onto your belly. Another short round of huffs are heard from him when you squeak in surprise. Just where did this attitude even come from?

Beads of precum ooze from his pointed head and drip onto your stomach. Maybe it’s your lust-tinted lenses, but his cock is looking much more attractive than usual. Its curved perfectly to hit all of the right spots, and those ridges probably feel amazing when moving inside you.

“Want more?”

The low-pitched voice right in your ear has you shaking, like it was a question from the Devil himself. Thirst aside, you don’t know what you should say. You trust that he won’t fuck you to shreds like the other High Ends would, but the biggest issue…

“I don’t know if I should risk that,” you murmur, a hand reaching to rub the textured flesh. “As tempting as it is right now.”

His confidence is replaced with disappointment. That is, until he immediately perks back up and grabs your hips.

“Wait what are yoooo-whoa!”  You’re being lifted off the floor, legs dangling uselessly as he holds you easily, your body hovering right over his twitching dick.

Panic begins to set in. “No! Nononono I said-”

“I won’t.” He says softly. As softly as he can with such a voice, at least. “Calm.”

Instead of penetrating like you feared, he lowers you until your flushed lips are resting on the length of his scaly shaft.  

And then, slowly, his hips push forward.

The bumps and creases slide against you in all of the right ways. “Oooh fuck.” You adjust yourself to ensure that he rubs your clit as well. The sensation has you shuddering in his hands as the pressure inside you builds quickly. Your slick makes his dick smoother after each thrust, and when Hawks sees that you’re comfortable and lost in the rhythm, he begins to speed up. 

Your legs are swinging madly at a complete loss on how to handle the electrifying friction, but the nomu grunts and takes hold of your thighs. They close around his cock, greatly increasing the pressure as he continued to fuck past your thighs. “Stay there.” The vibration from his deep raspy voice only arouses you more. His hips collide with yours after each buck.

As amazing as it feels, your hazy mind recalls that Hawks shouldn’t be able to properly revel in this outercourse. “I-I thought...you couldn’t feel this.” You say shakily.

Hawks is eyeing your bouncing form with great interest, his hips not missing a beat as he answered. “Can’t. Just watching.”

He presses down on you more, slowing down his pace with his eyes still locked on your face. His tongue quickly swipes across your forehead to taste the sweat that has mixed with his saliva. “You look good.”

Goddamn him.

You felt close, so close, but even as your limbs tingle from the pleasure, your orgasm remained out of reach. The most severe ache that had yet to be sated, to be given any attention, was inside you. You have never throbbed this much in your life, you didn’t even know that your muscles down there could even contract this tightly. The dragging of his cock against your drenched lips isn't enough. You don’t care about risk anymore. Not after feeling what he has to offer.

There’s no voice telling you how stupid you’re being right now. It already gave up on you.

Good.

“Haw–shit–Raptor, inside. I need you inside.” You beg between your moans. He stills completely, which has you whining and squirming even more.

“Inside?”

Hearing him say it sobers you up a bit, but not enough to kill your desire. “Just pull out before you cum, alright? Think you can do that?” You ask.

He nods eagerly, wings and tail moving with glee as he lifts you off of his dick that was already lubed up by your natural fluids. He angles himself until the head is pressing at your twitching entrance. 

You can’t tell if you’re trembling from excitement or fear. Probably both.

The fine tip already has you being stretched wide, burning and stinging in spite of your pussy’s preparation. It makes you wince and want to close your eyes – to create some distance between you and the pain – but your curiosity has you looking down to watch him enter you, inch by inch. You can once again see your stomach distend as it attempts to accommodate the large intrusion, much bigger than the slithery tongue that previously invaded it.

But it’s exactly what you craved, the unique texture feeling even more delicious when inside of you. Your toes curl and legs quiver from his girth; not as meaty as the other dicks that you’ve treated, just enough extra thickness to give you a stretch that you’ve never experienced, without causing serious harm.

He reaches the end of your cavern with a few more inches to spare, and the drawn out moan slipping past his lips surprises both of you. You try to relax around him while he fights the urge to move. Black shaky wings expand behind him.

“Feel…” He gasped and choked, one would think that he was trying to learn speech all over again. “Can feel...squeezing. So gooood.” The last word came out as a strong rasp against your face.

The new discovery has you smiling, one of your hands rubbing at a much larger one around your waist. “You can feel it? You feel how tight I am, Raptor? How badly I want you to stay inside me and never leave?” He may not be able to feel your heat or your dampness, but it looks like he can’t escape the pressure from a cunt’s death grip.

He twitches inside, making you jolt. Oh, how quickly the tables have turned.

You scratch under his chin. Numb as he is, he still tilts his head like a pet dying for affection. “Then I want you to fuck me. Stop thinking, and just move...” You bring your face close to his, pulling off a seductive look and tone even when impaled on him. “...Just like a good nomu.”

Perhaps Hawks had a submissive kink when he was alive. It would explain why that riled him up so much that he was already slamming into you with absolutely no warning. 

It hurts. It hurts so fucking good. Every thrust tears a helpless cry out of your body. The scales grind against every nerve around your hole, while the ones deeper inside nudge your velvety walls as they move in and out, in and out.

You couldn’t talk between your screams, not with how violently he was pounding you. Your arms and legs wrapped around him and hung on for dear life with your face buried in the crook of his neck. His own muscular arms wrap around you in a deceptively loving embrace, pumping into you with a rhythmic smack smack smack.  All you can do is reap what you sow and take it. 

This wasn’t just for you, this was for Hawks as well. You gave him something that he could feel again. What began as whiny gasps for air soon became rolling growls that vocalize a need for more. 

Your orgasm barely sticks out of the continuous blinding pleasure as he plows harder through your spasms, your contracting muscles wrestling with the merciless cock to hold it inside. 

His tone is dark. Vicious. “Tight. So tight!”

It makes your greedy body want even more. “Oh, good job, Raptor. Such a good boy.” You praise him, feeling the brief falter in his movements. He really does like that. “Go ahead and take it all, as much as you need-ah. Don’t worry about me. Fuck me until I can’t think.”

The violent sex stops and you’re being ripped away from that wondrous cock in the blink of an eye. Before you can even question what’s happening, your world begins to spin until you’re suddenly on the floor. You’re getting adjusted onto your hands and knees right before being pierced again with a force that shoves you forward. 

Your thoughts struggle to keep up with the lightning-fast sequence of events, hindered even more by the warmth of the body hovering right over you. Hawks too was on all fours, though he looked much more comfortable and natural, wings fully spread out in a proud and dominant display as he throbbed inside of you. 

His hips snap forward, already at a rapid pace that rocks you with each hard impact and soon has you howling again. The floor was filled with uneven cracks and scratches that scraped your knees, not that the discomfort was easy to notice while you were being drilled into. As you latched onto one of his arms for support, you noticed right in front of you, was your first game of tic tac toe.

Drool dripped down from the snarling jaws above you and onto the innocent group of lines and shapes.

The mounting beast humped you with every ounce of energy he had. Your aching pussy couldn’t take it. Too hard...too big... you’re cumming again around his pistoning cock, moans melting into defeated sobs. The huge pair of swinging balls occasionally smacked right into your oversensitive clit. You were losing the will to hold yourself up, gripping his supportive arm more tightly while your thighs quivered. Even if you had the strength to, you had no plans to ask the feral savage to stop.

He currently wasn’t anything like the gentle experiment you’ve befriended in just a few days. Right now, with his head thrashing around and flinging spittle everywhere as he barked, and wings beating hard against the floor, he was terrifying. Powerful, hungry, and single-minded.

So this is what it’s like to give in to a nomu.

It’s scary.

It’s thrilling.

Every fast agonizing stroke right against your cervix takes your breath away, your mouth eventually just hanging open in an attempt to capture whatever oxygen it could into your lungs. Hawks curls into himself so that he can crane his neck and look at you, saliva flowing freely down his chin. Each breath came out as a throaty growl wafting against your sweaty face. He takes one look at your parted lips, and stuffs you with his tongue.

If your thoughts were more coherent at the moment, you’d wonder how the hell the muscle was strong enough to be able to move into your throat as hard as the dick that continued to wreck your insides. His hips assisted in gagging you even more with each thrust. The threat of asphyxiation only brought you closer to your next orgasm. 

Your mind was empty, save for the immoral thoughts that have long since driven off their more honorable competition. 

Just use me.

Your entire body was on fire, getting pummeled from both ends.

Just use me however the fuck you want.

Hawks is suddenly bombarding your cunt with short and speedy ruts of his hips, and that does it. Your limbs give out and leave you to plop onto the floor as your pleasure blooms all over. But his long tongue follows you, still pushing into your whimpering mouth to deprive you of much-needed air. He simply lowers himself and proceeds to fuck you hard into the ground, pressing your skin into his many carvings.

His tongue leaves...your eyes rolling back….

Hawks releases a horrid cry that sounds like both a roar and a bird-like shriek.

Exhaustion…

Hawks is too lost in the surprising sensations, dull but still intense, to realize that he’s shooting his thick load into your womb

Warmth...full...sleep.

x---x---x---x---x

“Get up.”

The voice is muffled as you slowly come to. Whatever you’re resting on doesn’t feel like your bed.

“I know you’re awake. Hurry and get up.”

You’re surrounded by warmth, by something breathing. Pain shoots through your back and legs when you stir. When you open your eyes, you see the golden eyes of a High End.

The fear does well in masking your aches as you scramble out of the arms of what turned out to be Hawks, who was lounging on his side like a giant cat.

And standing at the door, was the damned doctor that you had the privilege of seeing every day.

His stare looked even more judgmental than it usually did. Full-on disgusted, actually. Realizing that you’re still naked, you grab one of Hawks’s wings that were splayed out on the floor to shield yourself.

He simply shakes his head. “I’ve already seen enough. And heard enough.”

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

“I-I…” you stammer, panic rising in your chest as you’re unable to come up with any sort of explanation. You even turn to Hawks, like he’d somehow provide you with the answer.

“I normally don’t care what deplorable methods you people use to collect your samples, but going by the filth between your legs...” That prompts you to look down, and the second you do, you already feel a dense fluid oozing out of you and running down your legs that were stained with white. “...you actually allowed Raptor to inseminate you.”

His words, along with your accelerating heartbeat, thunders in your ears. Hawks is watching his seed leak from your raw pussy. He remains still and quiet, uncertain of how to act in the presence of a doctor.

“To think that someone would deliberately let a nomu breed them. I know that the two of you have gotten close,” His eyes skimmed past the many images and markings in the room. “But just how depraved do you have to be to go this far with a nomu?”

If this was before the days you allowed Hawks to touch you, you would have felt embarrassed. You are scared. Not only did he cum inside you, you’ve also been caught right after the act.

But any sort of shame?

You had the nerve to huff, still hiding your body from him not out of shyness, but because the asshole didn’t deserve the view. “I guess we’re all sick fucks around here,” you retort.

The glare on his glasses add to the intimidation factor of his glower. He takes a step forward and gives a quick tilt of his head. “Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”

Both you and Hawks are taken back. “For what?”

He scowls even harder. “Still asking questions? You’re lucky that you’re valuable right now. You have most likely been impregnated. This is an unexpected opportunity to observe one of Raptor’s offspring. We’ll be watching over you until the birth.”

You don’t move, still soaking in every word. This most definitely was a mistake. Not only are you going to be taken away from Hawks to be cooped up in a room with constant surveillance, you’re going to have a...fuck.

You feel the wing in your grasp vibrate softly, Hawks sensing your distress and attempting to silently reassure you.

“I said get dressed,” the doctor ordered impatiently. “Or are you still basking in the afterglow?” He snickered at his own joke before walking forward, ready to take you by force.

That’s when the nomu in the room finally stood up to step right in front of you, standing tall in all of his naked glory and easily towering over the man.

You had to give the guy credit for not looking phased by the very dangerous creature blocking his path. Then again, maybe he was just so sure that Hawks wouldn’t harm him in any way.

“Out of the way, Raptor.” Strong and firm. It’s the tone that ensures a nomu’s obedience, but you know by now that Hawks’s mind has grown beyond that.

As expected, Hawks doesn’t budge, still looking down with eyes of liquid gold.

The doctor only looks more annoyed, not afraid. “I knew you were defective,” he sneered. “Always hesitating during tests. Such wasted potential, yet the others insist on keeping you around. To do what? Decorate rooms? The idiots should have altered your brain by now.”

What? 

Hawks still didn’t move. The lack of reaction was beginning to get to the man’s nerves, his hands balling into fists as he contemplated what action to take next. You stayed mostly hidden behind Hawks, anxiously looking past his wings.

When he accepted that the nomu wasn’t going to move, and forcing his way past him was too dangerous of an option, he smirked. “Fine, then. You’re only making yourself look worse. I’m certain I can convince them to move forward with that operation after they see how defiant you’re being right now.”

No! You feel so damn useless. The bastard wanted to change him into something more compliant. How much would that change Hawks himself? You don’t know if there’s anything you can do that won’t just end with you being thrown into the lion’s den. 

The doctor placed two fingers to his temple. Fuck, his quirk. 

“Backup needed in South Hall, room five o’ ni-”

He stopped. Pure shock took over his face, words replaced with the faintest choked sounds. You truly considered asking if he was feeling alright.

Until a thin line of red appeared at his throat, blood oozing out, the bleeding getting heavier by the second.

“What. The. Fuck?”  Your breaths were becoming too short as you watched him crumple, the liquid crimson quickly pooling around him. “What the fuck is going on?”

The confusion and fear was making you delirious. God, you were going to pass out again, this is too fucking much, this asshole was about to take you away because you have a monster growing inside you and then he was going to turn Hawks into a regular High End but now he’s dead but who the fuck killed him and what’s about to happen to you-

“Calm.”

A large hand on your shoulder grounds you, steadying your breathing and expanding your tunnel vision. Hawks is in front of you, releasing soft coos.

“Wha–how–wha…” Your shaky lips are unable to form words, but he seems to understand. Something materializes right in front of you. Small, black, and sharp. It’s a feather, floating between the both of you. “What?” You finally spit out.

“Camouflage,” that’s all he says, as if that explains everything. Since when was he able t-

Whatever. There’s too much shit happening right now.

Still shaking, you look to see the doctor still bleeding, some of the blood flowing into the engravings and painting them red.

“Y-you killed him?” You whisper.

He nods, staring apathetically at the body.

“But, I thought you didn’t…” You trailed off, too stunned by everything that has happened to finish.

He turned his attention back to you, red irises – as red as the blood that continued flow – staring into your frightened eyes. “It gets easier.”

Once again,  you’re not sure what to say to that.

He looks to the door. “More coming soon.”

Right, whoever the doctor was contacting must be wondering why his telepathy was suddenly cut off.

“I want to leave.”

“Leave? Like, you want to escape?” Another nod. “That’s...I don’t know if that’s possible. There are villains around here. Strong villains. Shit, they might release some of the nomu on us!” 

“You want to stay?”

Your mouth opens, then closes.

“I’m strong, and fast.” His wings unfurl and sharpen every feather, his tail curling around you so that you can see the knifelike plumes on it. “Can heal very fast and blend in. Can do a lot.”

The display and simple explanation reminds you that you haven’t seen any of his combative skills firsthand. This is what they made him for.

Well then…

“Right, then how about we give them a final test?” Just when you were finally calming down, adrenaline is already being pumped back into your veins. “Let’s show them how unstoppable their latest work is.”

His little peep of agreement nearly ruined the moment, but it reminds you why you’ve grown so fond of him.

He turns around and crouches, motioning you to climb onto his back and wrap your arms around his neck. It was awkward, mostly due to the wings that you were squishing under you, but when you voiced your worries he just gave you an “It’s fine.” He warned you to hang on extra tightly whenever he gets low to the ground. He’s a much faster runner on all fours.

Stepping over the corpse that has bled dry, he stopped at the door and braced himself. 

“Ready?”

Your arms and legs were secured around him. You breathed in through your nose then out through your mouth. 

Breath in. Breathe out.

A lot of death and destruction is probably about to come your way.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

It would be great if you never had to fill another jar ever again.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Your clammy skin hasn’t felt sunlight in fucking forever. Are the heroes even still alive out there?

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You try not to think about what’s happening in your womb.

“I’m ready.”

The door is pushed open. 

x---x---x---x---x

Targets first spotted at 12:50

The old surveillance cameras flicker and lag. It makes noticing the running black figure all the more difficult. On most screens, you’ll see nothing more than a blur. There will be the occasional confrontation with villains, sometimes accompanied by researchers with incapacitation quirks. More often than not, the escapees easily outmaneuver them, crawling and leaping on every surface and zooming past their potential captors before they can even follow.

Some of the stronger villains and nomu slow the duo down only briefly before they collapse from an unseen force. The recovered bodies possessed deep cuts across major arteries or accurate punctures in their major organs.

Some footage shows the two sometimes climbing into vents, temporarily escaping the cameras.

The woman on the High End’s back was injured during the fatal showdown at the hospital’s exit, enraging it to the point where it swiftly killed everyone in its vicinity, including fleeing researchers that were only caught in the crossfire.

Targets escaped facility at 13:09

x---x---x---x---x

Subject: Raptor

SUBJECT HAS ESCAPED. NOMU IS HIGHLY DANGEROUS. TAKE EVERY PRECAUTION IN RETRIEVING IT.

Some things are too good to be true. It turned out that Raptor’s brain has, shall we say, faulty wiring. Several observations have noted him hesitating upon certain commands. This should not be a constant problem with any High End. I don’t understand why they did not immediately work on this issue. It’s possible that they feared irreversible changes to his unique mind.

I personally believe that many of these flaws are the result of a compassionate host. The hero Hawks was unmistakably a gifted combatant, probably the most gifted individual the facility has gotten their hands on, but his attitude did not translate well into the role of a nomu. On the bright side, I never thought I’d ever see nomu, let alone a High End, show such genuine fondness over a human. I believe it’s worth another try in the future.

But for now, we should stick to what works. There are more than enough lowly criminals to go around.

#Hawks #smut #nomu #noumu #terato #monster fucking #hawks x reader #shh the doctors don't know about shirakumo #happy october? #tw blood #tw death

[waitimcomingtoo]

Open for holiday requests? Well then... ho,ho,ho🎅 Tom’s driving home frantically during holiday season and ends up getting his car stuck in a snowstorm. Reader and her family take him in from the cold and slowly he adjusts for the time being and maybe starts catching feelings???

I love a good hallmark like Xmas movie romance!

Home For The Holidays 

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist

“Spencer, look!” Lucas alerted his twin once he heard the knock. “There’s someone outside.”

Spencer got up to the window curiously and looked outside, seeing Tom covered head to toe in snow.

“It’s a monster.” Spencer shrieked as he ducked down from the window.

“It is not a monster.” Lucas rolled his eyes before looking out the window again. “Oh my God.”

“What?” Spencer asked, jumping up next to his twin to look out the window.

“Its a monster.” Lucas gasped. The boys scrambled to the door and flung it open, gasping in unison at the sight of a snow covered Tom.

“Hi. I’m-“

Are you the abdominal snowman?” Lucas asked as he let Tom in the door.

“No, I’m T-“

“Daisy!” Spencer cut him off with a shout. “Come in here!”

“Is there an adult I can speak to?” Tom asked the child as a little girl came into the room.

“Whats going on?” Daisy asked before her eyes landed on Tom. “Woah, is that an abdominal snowman?”

“Yea!” Spencer nodded. “He came right to our door.”

“I saw him out in the snow.” Lucas said proudly.

“Hey kids.” Tom spoke again. “Sorry to bother you, but I really need to talk to an adult. Are your parents home?”

“Did you come from the North Pole?” Spencer asked.

“No, Spencer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “The abdominal snowman lives in Alaska.”

“I think he lives in Florida.” Lucas added.

“It’s actually abominable and I’m from Europe.” Tom cut in.

“Do you have magic powers?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah. I can use a phone really well. Do you want to see?” Tom tried to bait them into letting him use the phone.

“Wait!” Spencer gasped.

“What?” Daisy asked.

“Stranger danger.” Spencer realized. “We let a stranger into the house.”

“Oh no.” Lucas whined. “My parents are gonna be mad at me.”

“Mine too.” Daisy feared. “We can’t tell them.”

“Get Y/n.” Lucas instructed. “She’ll know what to do.”

“Okay.” Spencer ran out of the room, leaving Tom with the other two kids.

“Is Y/n your age?” Tom asked the children, hoping he wouldn’t have to deal with another child.

“No. Shes my cousin.” Daisy answered. “I think she’s 40. Shes really pretty though.”

“He’s right in here. He doesn’t look like the one in the movie.” Tom heard Spencer’s voice coming back. He came into the room with you, your one hand holding his and your other over your eyes.

“Okay. Can I open my eyes now?” You asked your brother.

“Uh huh.” Spencer said, and you slowly opened your eyes and removed your hand. Tom finally got a good look at you and felt all the air leave his chest.

“Uh, hi.” Tom waved awkwardly at you, taken aback by the beautiful stranger who let him on their house. You, on the other hand, were thinking something entirely different.

“AHHHHH.” You screamed and grabbed the children. “Intruder!”

“Woah woah woah.” Tom tried to calm you down. “The kids let me in.”

“Did you hurt them? Are you guys okay?” You asked as you inspected the children.

“We’re okay.” Lucas nodded, making you kiss his forehead out of relief. You picked Daisy up with one arm and held the boys close to you with your other as you backed away from Tom.

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” You demanded.

“My name is Tom.” Tom started slowly. “I’m so sorry to bother you but my car has broken down and I can’t get any service. Would you mind letting me use your phone?”

“My whole family is inside.” You told him. “Can you give me some sort of proof that you’re not chop us up and turn us into soup?”

“What kind of proof do you need?” Tom chuckled softly.

“Can you take me out to your car to show me that it’s broken down?”

“It’s really cold out here and I parked pretty far. It’s not safe for you to walk all the way out there.” Tom warned you.

“How far did you walk?” You asked, suddenly noticing how tired he looked.

“I’m not sure. You can’t see anything out there.” He shrugged. You chewed your lip and looked down at your siblings and cousin before making a decision.

“Kids, go inside and help grandma with the cooking.” You instructed. “Tell her I said you could have one piece of candy each.”

“Are we in trouble for letting a stranger inside?” Lucas asked fearfully.

“No, honey.” You assured him. “Just don’t do it again, okay? You did the right thing by coming to get me.”

The children smiled in relief before scurrying out of the room, leaving you alone with Tom.

“Empty your coat pockets” You demanded, trying to put on a brave face.

“Okay, but why?” Tom wondered as he took the contents of his pockets out.

“In case you have any weapons.” You said like it was obvious.

“There.” Tom said as he put the last of it on the table. “Pockets are empty.”

You eyed him skeptically before walking up to him and putting his hands in his pockets. You patted him down until you were satisfied.

“Okay. I believe you.” You nodded. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Tom.” He shook your hand. “Are those your kids?”

“No.” You smiled. “Those were my brothers and my niece.”

“They’re cute.” Tom complimented. “They look like you.”

“Well, I have tons more in the living room.” You said proudly. “That’s why I have to keep you in here until I know you won’t hurt anyone.”

“How can I gain your trust?”

“Um, I don’t really know.” You realized. “I’ve never interrogated anyone before.”

“How about this.” Tom offered as he pulled off his hat and scarf, revealing his reddened face. “I’ll take off my stuff so you can see I’m just a regular guy.”

Your body language changed when you saw that he was a handsome guy your age. You blushed a little and looked around the room to gather yourself.

“Your skin is freezing.” You sighed as you touched a warm hand to his cold cheek. “How long have you been out there?”

“A while. I can’t feel anything below my neck.”

“You poor thing.” You sighed and rubbed his arms to warm him up. “Come on, let’s get you warmed up.”

“Wait, what about the interrogation?” Tom wondered.

“You passed. Now come on, before you get frostbite.” You laughed as you took his hand and lead him into your living room where your family was. Tom looked around the room, seeing at least 8 children and a bunch of adults. As soon as they saw you, your cousin Clementine ran into your arms for a hug. You scooped her up and held her on your hip as you addressed your family.

“Everyone, this is Tom.” You put your hand on Toms back. “His car broke down and he needs our help.”

“How cute is he!” Your aunt Linda gushed. “Look at those brown eyes.”

“The eyes? Look at that hair. So healthy.” Your Aunt Mary added.

“Nice to meet you Tom. I’m also Tom.” Your grandfather reached forward to shake Toms hand.

“And I’m Gary.” Your other grandfather shook his hand. “Nice handshake. Strong.”

“Thank you sir.” Tom smiled shyly.

“Ah, Y/n, he’s your age.” Your grandmother gasped. “What a cute couple you’d make.”

“Do you want to see my train set?” Your brother Charlie tugged on Toms hand. “I built it myself.”

“I helped.” Your youngest brother, George, told him. “I put the tracks together.”

“I’d love to see it.” Tom smiled at him.

“Can we get you something to eat?” Your uncle Jason asked Tom. “You must be starving.”

“How about a drink? Do you like hot chocolate? I just made some.” Aunt Linda offered.

“Have a seat, dear.” Your mom led Tom to a chair. “You must have been walking for miles.”

“A friend of mine owns the best auto shop in town. I’ll give him a call for you to see about your car.” Your uncle Richard said as he went to get the house phone.

“Thank you, sir. I greatly appreciate that.” Tom nodded in appreciation.

“Did you hear that?” Your mom gasped. “Manners.”

“And that accent.” Aunt Mary winked. “Oh, Y/n, he’s perfect for you.”

“Aunt Mary.” You glared at her. “We just met.”

“Oh, you must be freezing. I’ll get you a sweater.” Your other grandmother moved towards the closet.

“Make Y/n get it.” Your grandma waved her hand in dismissal. “You need to focus on the food.”

“Y/n, would you take Tom to get a fresh set of clothes? He’ll catch his death in this weather.” Your mother asked you.

“Please, don’t let me put you to any trouble.” Tom tried to stop them from going to great lengths for him.

“Nonsense. You’re our guest.” Your mother smiled at him.

“Follow me.” You put Clementine down and took Toms hand, leading him to one of the bedrooms.

“You have such a big family.” Tom commented as you reached the room.

“I know.” You smiled proudly as you got clothes out of the closet. “Every holiday is a huge celebration. It’s the only time we all get to be together.”

“That’s really great that you’re all so close.” Tom smiled as he looked at the family pictures hanging on the wall.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Here.” You handed him clothes. “You can put on anything you find and leave your wet clothes in the bathroom.”

You went to leave the room but Tom grabbed your arm.

“Y/n?” Tom asked.

“Yes, Tom?”

“Thank you. I really appreciate you letting me in.” Tom smiled warmly.

“And I really appreciate you not chopping my family up and turning us into soup.” You smiled back before leaving the room. You waited a few minutes before coming back in once you assumed Tom was finished changing.

“I found some more sweaters if none of those...” You trailed off when you saw what Tom was wearing.

“What?” Tom asked in confusion as he looked down at the sweater.

“That’s my dads sweater. I haven’t seen it in years.” You smiled softly as you ran your fingers down the material of the sweater.

“It’s so soft.” Tom chuckled as he felt it as well. “He doesn’t wear it anymore?”

“No. He um, he passed away a few years ago.” You admitted, keeping your eyes down.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I can take it off.” Tom immediately went to remove it.

“No, it’s okay.” You stopped him. “It suits you.”

“Tom! Y/n!” Your aunt Linda called from the living room. “Hot chocolate is ready!”

“Come on.” You took his hand. “My aunt makes really good hot chocolate. You’ll love it.”

Tom blushed behind your back as you lead him to the kitchen, feeling intimidated when he saw your entire family sitting down.

“There you two are.” Your mother smiled. “We were just sitting down to eat.”

“You can sit next to me.” You pulled Tom to two empty seats. He pulled your chair out for you, making you smile.

“I wanna sit with Tom.” Daisy whined.

“No, I do.” George pouted.

“You can sit across from me.” Tom told George. “And I’ll sit in the middle of Y/n and Daisy.”

“I called the auto shop.” Your uncle told Tom. “They can’t send anybody out here until the morning. Hope you don’t spending the night here.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Tom shook his head. “I’m sure I’ll find a hotel around here.”

“Nonsense. You’ll never make it to a hotel. Plus, we have a perfectly good bed right here.” Your grandpa insisted.

“I don’t want to put you to too much trouble.” Tom told your family. “You’ve already done so much for me.”

“It’s no trouble at all. We’re happy to have you here.” Your other grandpa said.

“Hot chocolate, for you.” Aunt Linda placed two mugs down in front of you and Tom.

“Would you like some potatoes?” Aunt Mary passed him the bowl.

“How about some greens? I put a little brown sugar on them to make them taste good.” Aunt Linda put some on Toms plate.

“You have to try this. It’s my special recipe.” Your grandma put a baked zucchini next to the green beans.

“My wife makes the best stuffing.” Uncle Gary chuckled as he put some on Toms plate. “You’ll want to take some before the kids get it all.”

“Ooo. Make sure you get some cranberry sauce.” Your mother filled the last empty spot on Toms dish.

“Thank you. All of you. I really appreciate your kindness.” Tom smiled fondly at the table, his heart warming with gratitude.

“It’s the holiday season. Kindness is the most important gift you can give.” Your grandpa declared.

“Tom, do you want to play dolls with me after dinner?” Your cousin Ivy asked.

“No, he has to see my train set first.” Charlie spoke up.

“We could put the dolls on the train.” Tom suggested, making all the children grin.

“Did you hear that? He’s a genius.” Lucas said to Spencer.

“How long is Tom gonna stay with us?” Ivy asked her mom.

“Can he stay in my room tonight? I have stars on my ceiling.” Lucas told Tom.

“That sounds really cool, Lucas.” Tom nodded. “You’ll have to show me.”

“Are you and Y/n gonna get married?” Clementine wondered out loud, making you slap your hand to your forehead while Tom laughed.

“We just met, Clementine.” You said shyly as you pushed your food around your plate.

“Do you like pie Tom?” Aunt Linda piped up. “I made apple and cherry.”

“And I made pumpkin.” You leaned towards him to tell him.

“I like pumpkin.” Tom smiled at you, leaning in as well.

“Me too.” You giggled as you bumped shoulders with him.

“Oh look!” Aunt Mary gasped. “You two are under the mistletoe.”

You and Tom looked up and sure enough, a bustle of mistletoe was hanging above your heads. Toms face immediately flushed as he looked at you, but you were busy giving an unamused look to your family.

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “It’s almost like someone hung mistletoe over the only two empty seats at the table.”

“Maybe it was a coincidence.” Tom squeaked.

“Uh Uh.” You shook your head. “This was no coincidence. My family did this on purpose.”

You punctuated your sentence by standing up and taking the mistletoe down, making your family roll their eyes and huff.

“We’re not gonna kiss.” You declared as you set the mistletoe down on the table. “Not like this.”

Tom perked up at your words, but appeared to be the only one that heard it. He looked around the table for witnesses, but found that your family had given up and started eating. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you slip the mistletoe into your cardigan pocket. Tom eyes you curiously but didn’t say anything as he began to eat his food.

After dinner, Tom helped you clear the table while the kids ran off to play. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he stood next to your grandmother, drying the dishes as she washed them.

“Look at him.” Your grandmother gawked. “He’s helping me wash the dishes.”

“Y/n, if you don’t marry him, I will.” Your mom clicked her tongue, making you roll your eyes.

“Stop it.” You scolded. “No one here marrying him. We don’t even know if he’s single.”

“Well, Tom, are you seeing anyone?” Aunt Mary asked him as she put the dishes away.

“I’m not, no.” Tom answered as he kept his eyes on you. You gave him a coy smile before looking away.

“Then when are you taking Y/n on a date?” Aunt Linda asked, making you gasp.”

“Aunt Linda!” You exclaimed. “That’s enough. Nothings gonna happen between us if you’re all poking around in our business. We’re leaving. Come on, Tom.”

Tom gave an apologetic look to your family as he followed you out of the room. You took his hand and brought him to one of the rooms, presumably the one you were staying in.

“Sorry about that.” You sighed as you shut the door behind you. “They’re always trying to set me up.”

“Has it ever worked before?” Tom asked, a hint of jealousy in his words.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and flicked your eyes to the ceiling. “You tell me.”

Tom followed your eyes and looked up as well, smiling a little when he saw mistletoe badly taped above your heads.

“Hm.” Tom played coy. “Now, where did that come from?”

“I took it from the dining room.” You laughed. “It’d be a shame to go to waste.”

“You know what?” Tom smirked as he hooked his pinky under your chin, tilting your lips closer to his. “I was thinking the same thing.”

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