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Masky x Reader - Double Life 11
--- Few Months Later ---
You growled to yourself as you stormed through the forest, steam practically coming out of your ears as you made your way to the river side, where you would proceed to back track to the 'base'. Never before had you been so pissed off! Oh dare he do what he did!
Once you came to the river you ran down its coarse and up the rocky path till you were literally just going by your memory from months back. You were lucky you had even spotted the entrance let alone remembered where you were going or what it even looked like.
Without even knocking you stormed through the door startling BEN and Jeff who were sitting on the couch. In the room directly to the right. On instinct they both jumped to there feet, Jeff swinging knives and BEN floating off the ground, ready to attack if needed.
Once they realized it was you though the both lowered there weapons slightly, they both threw there weapons completely out the window when they c
Masky x Reader - The Cheesecake Crusaders“Mom! Mom! I found this while we were in the attic! What is it?” Your son’s voice called, as you turned to see your brunette 6-year-old holding a large flag with ‘Cheesecake Crusaders’ written sloppily with a black ink pen. You smiled as you took the flag into your hands, memories flooding into your mind like a tsunami.
“Your father and I made this while we were still your age...”
-Flashback to age 6-
“Hey Mask! Look!” You skipped to your friend, the small bag making sound as you got closer to the brunette.
“You know how my mom makes clothes and stuff? Well my dad asked her if she could make a flag for (Random team name), so she tried it and she had some extra things and made me one that we could draw on and stuff!” You took a large breath as you fi
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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