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thesharkwhalewhoohooooo · 2 months

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Bridget x fem! Oc

"Hecate! Get back here." Uliana called out to the witch, who send a last sneer to Bridget and Ella, and then quickly followed after Uliana.

"Stupid Bridget." She grumbled as she joined her friends, who were all exchanging glances, all but Uliana, of course.

"Mh, valentine's day is coming up, you two gonna do anything?" Hades asked Morgie and Hook, who looked at each other and shrugged.

"Probably, you?"

"-stop this nonsensical blabbering! She just publicly humiliated me!" Uliana snapped, Hecate nodding along, towering over most of the group.

"So...? What do you want to do about it?" Maleficent gestured for her to come up with something, looking incredibly bored.

"My god, let's go babe." The two left the rest, probably to go make out and scare first years.

"I have homework..." They frowned at her, "I still want a fucking future!" Hecate threw her hands up as she walked away, Morgie and hook whistling after her to tease her.

"Go buff boss lady!"

"Morgs, she's not the boss lady."

"Go buff lady!"

"Don't you dare show your face around here again." Hecate almost growled out, staring down at a boy who was trembling so bad she thought he might faint.

"God fucking damn it." She gritted her teeth as she picked up the love letter from the boy, quickly tearing it to shreds before anyone could see the name on it.

"Oh... hi Hecate!" Bridget had trued going to her locker, but Hecate was standing in front of it, little snippets of pink laper in her hands.

"Mh?" She arched an eyebrow, looking down at Bridget with narrowed eyes.

"What." Bridget smiled at her, producing one of the macaroons she had made out of nowhere.

"I made macaroons this morning! Would you like one?" She bit the inside of her cheek as she watched Bridget bite at her bottom lip.

"No." She watched as her face fell, this was good.

"Oh... um- okay, bye then?" Bridget still smiled at her, and Hecate stalked off, shoving the boy who tried to put the letter in a locker down harshly, glaring around, this was a warning.

"Wassup fuckers." Hecate grinned madly as she appeared amidst her friendgroup, half of the homosexuals were making out.

"Hi Hecate, one question, let's go ruin Valentines." Hecate shrugged at the not-question, following Uliana as she slammed lockers closed in front of faces.

"Hello." Hecate appeared behind a boy, who was lurking near someone's locker with a red note.

"Let's see shall we? Dear Br-." It burned in her hand, ashes falling down as she slammed her hand into the locker he was about to wiggle it into.

"Huh, I thought I made it clear that nobody-!"

"Oh my gosh! Hecate! Why did you do that?!" Bridget rushed in, and Hecate's hand quickly disconnected from the locker, looking at the princess with a frown.

"Your fist! And my locker..." Her eyes widened, prying open the locker and flattening out the dent from the inside before slamming it closed again.

"What locker." She harshly spat out, Uliana had long left her alone to her shenanigans.

"Your fist! Does it hurt-?"

"No! Stop asking if anything hurts' why do you fare so much! Ugh!" She quickly stormed away, dragging the boy with and pressing his face against the lockers as she walked.

Bridget stood in silence for a second, then slowly opened her locker, still looking down the corridor where Hecate left in hopes she'd turn back around.

"Nothing. Again." She sighed, looking through her books for the book she had to put in.

"Oh! I guess I didn't see it!" She giggled, carefully licking up the pink paper, leaning with her shoulder against another locker as she read it.

Darkening your doorstep, I stand before you.

Darkening your doorstep, I kneel for you.

Darkening your doorstep, I hereby request.

Darkening your doorstep, your forgiveness is not earned, yet.

She sighed, rolling her eyes fondly, it was the same sort of poem she'd been getting for the oast year.

"How sweet, secret admirer hits again?" Ella scared her, reading over her shoulder.

"Oh my-! Don't scare me like that Ella! But yes, he's been doing this for a year now, I wonder when that forgiveness he speaks of will come soon." Ella hummed.

"Yeah, no boy writes like that, that girl is gay and a hopeless romantic." She theorised, Bridget slapping her arm.

"Don't be like that!"

"I just don't know what's going on, I just... I hate her and her sweets and everything about her! But I can't have anyone else have her, which is stupid and dumb, I don't even like her."

"No, you love herrrrr!" Morgie smirked at her, using his hyper flexibility to twist his spine and circle his entire body around Hecate's torso.

"Also this is getting creepy, Hook!" The captain poked his head up from where he was laying, rolling his eyes.

"Come here darling!" Morgie unwrapped himself from Hecate, who was rambling about her problems to Maleficent, the only one who really couldn't give a lesser fuck.

"Just fuck her, see if you like it, if you don't, you hate her, if you do... well then you might have some issues to sort out with Uliana." She shrugged, playing around with her hair as she used Hades as a chair.

"Exactly what she said." The god, who was laying down with her on his back, agreed.

"M'kay... i'm not doing that, Uli?" The sea witch groaned, rolling over from where she was trying to sleep.

"Shut up, just go ask her out or something, or write her another one of your poems." Hecate stuttered as she tried to find an answer, looking around to see if they all knew.

"Allow me to step closer as I scream, cry, and beg, scream for the lives i've lost trying to find you, Cry for the time spend without you, and Beg to spend just a mere second more with you'- one of my favourites, honestly, I had to write it down to remember, also, i'm stealing it in like a year." Morgie held up a paper, laying across Hook with a smile.

"It is pretty spectacular." The pirate shrugged, winking at Hecate. "Go over there and just fuck her, prove how amazing you are in bed and you shall see! The doors open before thee!" He mocked the posh royalty, changing his accent.

"Why did I even ask if all you guys think about is sex."

"I don't"

"Uliana, I say this with all respect, but you don't even feel attraction towards anyone."

Hecate fidgeted with her rings as she waited for the door to be opened, standing in front of the girl's doors was so much more nerve wrecking than beating people up for asking her out.

"Oh- Hi Hecate, anything you need?" Bridget had opened the door, and Hecate contemplated if she should just take Hook's advice.

"Yeah-!" She coughed as her voice cracked, straightening up and leaning against the doorpost to aat least try seem cooler and more collected.

"I just wanted to ask you out on a date tomorrow, y'know, with it being valentines and all." WHY DIDN'T I SPEAK LIKE I WRITE??? SHE'D AT LEAST KNOW THAT'S ME!!!!!

"Like... romantically?" I should dash now that I still can.

"Yeah, romantically, seems totes cool right?" NOBODY SAYS THAT AND IT'S NOT COOL!!!

"Yes! Of course i'll go on a date with you!"

I'm sorry for darkening your doorstep, I just had to say, a single second spend with you is worth more than a thousand sun filled days.

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monsterfuker3000 · 1 year

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A Lesson in Dining Etiquette ₊˚⊹♡

This is technically a part two to Training Room but can totally be read as a standalone! It took me so long to write this I’m so sorry to my little rats. I love sucking dick. You’re all lucky my boyfriend lives far away because if he were any nearer I’d be busy sucking his dick instead of writing.

Warnings: sub-ish!Leon, afab reader, oral (m and f receiving,) cum eating, Leon wants to be a good boy for you so so bad please tell him he’s been good, not proofread we die like men, I’m sure there’s errors and I’m so sorry but I write with my pussy and not my brain. @cherrifunk babe so sorry this took so long please forgive me. I wrote this with RE2 Leon in mind bc he strikes me as a mf that would love to eat pussy but has no idea where to start.

Word count is 2.7k of Leon being my little honey bear pookie pie

“You want what?”

“Um. . . I’d like lessons, I guess?”

It had been a month since the fateful evening in the training room, and you and Leon were officially dating. In an unexpected twist of events, Leon couldn’t get enough of you after that night. He wanted his cock in you, his hands on your body, his lips and tongue on yours like he needed to fuck you to live. He was needy and whiny, but still impossibly shy. He still had doubts about his own skill, no matter how much you reassured him or reminded him that he made you cum the very first time the two of you had sex together.

Leon’s apprehension paired with his desire to constantly be buried inside you forced you to take the lead most of the time. You’d introduced him to a small handful of positions, but only a couple of them and nothing too crazy. Cowgirl was still his favorite, and he told you that he expected that to stay the case no matter what you showed him.

He’d been especially needy today. The two of you had the day off and decided to make the most of it by going on a date. You’d started the day simple, going to a mall where he promptly dragged you to the bathroom to fuck you from behind as you held on to the sink for dear life, rocking back into his thrusts and cumming down your legs. At the beginning of your relationship, Leon had expressed a worry that he may not be able to keep up with you considering the difference between your experience and his. As you clung to the sink as he rutted into you, you wondered if instead you might be the one to have trouble keeping up with him.

“Fuck, baby, thank you, thank you for letting me fuck you and your pretty pussy, need it all the time, feels so good,” he’d whined, his needy cries contrasting sharply with the way he used his tight grip on your hips to yank you back into each of his thrusts. You were sure that even without the loud moaning from the two of you, just the sharp slap of skin on skin would have still been audible through the bathroom door.

One thing you wished for him was that he would let loose a little. You hadn’t sucked his cock since that first night, and he was terrified of eating you out. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, God did he want to, but he was embarrassed. He still knew very little. He was fairly certain he knew what to do with his fingers, but he wasn’t sure how to translate it to his mouth.

Tonight, however, he had a couple of beers in him with the pizza the two of you were splitting while sitting on your living room floor. He was tired of waiting.

He finished chewing his last bite of pizza, wiping his hands as it caught in his throat a bit. He was nervous, but he had to do this. He cleared his throat and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

“You okay?” you questioned.

“Can I ask you something?” he countered.

You turned to face him head on and nodded.

“I want. . .” He took a deep breath. “I want you to teach me how to eat you out.”

You choked on your own pizza. “You want what?”

His cheeks reddened. “Um. . . I’d like lessons, I guess?”

You choked down your pizza and softly smiled. “I’d love to do that sweetheart.” You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, tasting the beer on him as he whined into your mouth. He grabbed at you a little clumsily, fisting his hands into your shirt. You laughed lightly and took his hands in yours. You felt them tremble in your grasp. “Hey, baby, you okay?” you asked.

He nodded and tried to lean in for another kiss but you leaned away. “Are you sure? You seem nervous.”

His blush deepened, if it was at all possible. “I just don’t want to disappoint you,” he mumbled. You smiled fondly at him.

“I think I know a good way to calm you down, hm?” His eyes widened as you pushed him to move off the floor and sit on the couch.

“But, but I wanted to help you-“

You cut him off, settling on your knees on the floor in front of him between his legs. “Now, honey, what kind of teacher would I be if I didn’t teach the whole curriculum, hm?

He inhaled sharply and seemed to melt into the couch, making you laugh again. You reached for his belt buckle, seeing that he was already hard beneath his jeans (he’d been hard for about a half hour as he wrestled with his own insecurity, but there was no way in hell he was telling you that.) You undid his belt, hearing it clank as you pulled it free, and signaled to him to lift his hips as you pulled his jeans down just under his ass.

You reached into the fly of his boxer briefs, squeezing his cock and making his hiss as he arched his back.

“Fuck, baby, you trying to kill me?” He ran a hand through his pretty blond hair, mussing it up. You laughed, pulling his boxers down to where you’d left his jeans, leaving him fully exposed.

“Now,” you began, trying and failing to keep the mirth from your voice, “my mouth is going to be full for most of this, so this will be more of a demonstration than a lecture, okay?” He nodded, eyes wide, and you laughed again. You took him in your hand again, lowering your head to gently lick the tip of his cock, making his leg twitch. You then let your mouth fall open, sticking out your tongue to take him fully into your mouth, pressing your tongue to his balls.

“Jesus fuck, babe,” he breathed, one of his hands fisting his own hair and the other digging his nails into his own knee. You pulled off of him.

“Now, Lee, what have we talked about?” He knew you wanted him to let loose, but how were you supposed to tell him you didn’t like something if you couldn’t talk? He asked you as much, and your expression softened at his words. He had his cock down your throat and was still more concerned about your comfort. Still so cute.

“How about this? You let loose, and I’ll tap your thigh three times if I need to stop, okay?” He nodded. “Okay baby, how’s this?” You pulled your hair away from your face, taking his hand in yours and wrapping it around your hair so you could have both hands. “I want you to fuck my throat, Lee.”

“Fuck, you sure?” He asked, his cock jumping at your words and his eyes somehow getting even bigger. You nodded, once again taking him into your mouth and wrapping your tongue around the underside of his cock, hollowing your cheeks. He hissed and bucked his hips shallowly into your mouth, and you would have smiled had your mouth not been full.

You alternated between taking him all the way into your mouth and using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit comfortably into your mouth to give your throat a break. Leon looked down at you with that lost puppy look in his big blue eyes, tears pricking the corners.

“Please, please, n-need to cum, baby, feels so good.” You weren’t doing him any favors this time; he was going to have to take what he wanted from you. You pulled almost all the way off his cock sucking just the tip and making him whine in frustration, and something finally snapped in him. He gripped your hair harder, pulling it a bit, and used it to slide your mouth all the way down on his cock, gagging you. Finally. He fucked your mouth roughly, making tears gather in your own eyes, the lewd sounds of your choking filing the room. You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you knew he was getting close.

“Please, please please please, just a little more baby I promise, need to use your mouth just a little longer, s-so close” he begged even as he fucked your mouth under his own power. His breath caught in his throat and he came, crying out your name.

He pulled you off of him just enough for you to swallow his load but continued shallowly fucking into your mouth until he came down from his high. His breathing began to even out and became less ragged and he seemed to come to his senses, nearly ripping you off his cock by your hair to be met with your tear-stained cheeks and drool-covered chin.

“Fuck, baby I’m so, so sorry, did I hurt you?” You shook your head, even smiling and letting your mouth fall open to show him you’d swallowed his cum, making him blush. He wiped at your tears, still grimacing a bit.

“Well, Lee, if you still feel the need to make it up to me, we can always continue the lesson,” you teased. Leon smiled and nodded, hoping to God you couldn’t tell how sharply his heart rate had spiked. He pulled his pants and boxers back up, silently noting how easy cleanup had been since you had swallowed.

“So,” he began, "how do you want to do this? Would it be better to go to the bedroom?” You shook your head.

“I’ll just take your place on the couch, Lee. Besides, I think you’d look cute on your knees,” you teased. The light blush on his cheeks deepened significantly, making you laugh. He slid off the couch and onto the floor, allowing you to take his place.

He looked like a fucking vision on his knees in front of you; his hair still wild, eyes stil wet, his cheeks pink and his hands trembling. “Beautiful,” you whispered, and he looked up at you almost rapturously.

Coming back to yourself, you slid forward so your ass was right to the edge of the couch, and Leon reached for the waistband of your shorts without missing a beat. He slid them all the way off, throwing them haphazardly to the ground. You hooked a leg over each of his shoulders as he turned back to you, and he nearly did a double-take at your panties.

They were soaked all the way through, sticky with your slick. Did you get this wet just from sucking him off? Poor thing, you were getting him off but you were left to clench around nothing. He’d have to repay the favor. He exhaled shakily, pressing two fingers into the soaked fabric of your panties, making you gasp as he inadvertently pressed into your clit. His eyes flicked up for just a second to assess your reaction, quickly returning to your pussy. He slowly circled your clit through the fabric, the extra friction adding to the sensation. He pulled his hand away and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties to pull them down, throwing them near your discarded shorts and returning to his original position between your legs.

All at once, he realized he wasn’t sure where to go from here. He hooked his arms around your thighs to rest his hands on the tops of them, and tilted his head at you, reminding you of a puppy. You thought for a moment.

“How about this, hm?” You asked. “I’ll show you a couple of things that feel good for me, and you put them together in a way that feels right to you, okay?” Leon hesitated for a moment, but nodded. How was he supposed to know what felt right?

You knew exactly what was going through his head, and smiled softly. “You’ll know what to do, Lee, it’ll be okay,” you reassured him, running your fingers through that fluffy golden hair. “Now, how about you start by just licking it, hm?”

He nodded, still at a loss for words, but obeyed. He lowered his head, never breaking his gaze from yours, and pressed the flat of his tongue over your pussy, dragging it slowly from bottom to top.

Holy fuck, your taste, the way you moaned and pulled softly at his hair. Leon was certain he could spend the rest of his life between your legs and never want for anything else. He brought his head back up for further instructions, absentmindedly licking his lips.

“Good boy, Lee,” you praised him breathlessly. “Now try sucking on my clit.”

He lowered his head back down, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking gently, making your toes curl.

“Fuck, baby, so good for me,” you moaned, tugging at his hair once more. Leon was fairly certain that if he had a tail, it would be wagging right now. This was going far better than he expected. If you wanted him to take the reins, he was going to fucking take them.

He immediately dove back in, taking you by surprise. He slid his tongue into you, fucking you with it and inadvertently pressing his nose right into your clit. He whined high in his throat when you yanked harder at his hair this time, using it to pull him into you harder.

“Jesus Christ, baby, so fucking good,” you whined. What Leon lacked in finesse he made up for tenfold in enthusiasm. Not done exploring yet, he switched courses.

He moved upwards to alternate between sucking your clit and flicking at it with his tongue, just the way he did with his fingers. You cried out loudly, knowing your neighbors wouldn’t be happy with you but completely unable to care. “F-fingers,” you pleaded weakly, hoping Leon would understand what you wanted.

My God, did he. He took one hand off your leg and slid his middle and ring finger into your pussy, curling them to press against your g-spot. He slid them in and out, never ceasing the attention he was giving your clit at the same time. You choked out that you were close, and Leon flicked his eyes up to yours for just a moment. You could swear that if his mouth hadn’t been full, he would have been smiling.

With a final few thrusts and a particularly hard suck at your clit, Leon pushed you over the edge. You came with a loud cry of his name and squeezed your thighs around his head, grinding against his mouth. He never stopped, and the sensation soon became too much. You used the hand you’d tangled in his hair to pull him away as you winced. He whined as you pulled him back, and God, he looked just as fucked out as you felt with his lips and chin covered in spit and your slick and his cock fully hard again.

He wiped messily at his face with his sleeve, nearly making you laugh as he pleaded with you, “Please, more, just one more.” You shook your head.

“Too sensitive right now, Lee. Maybe a little later, hm?” You bent down to press your lips to his, tasting yourself on him. “You did so good for me baby, I’m so proud of you,” you praised him, watching his eyes light up.

“Really? You liked it?” He questioned, once again reminding you of a puppy seeking validation from his owner. So cute. “When can I do it again?” He asked.

You laughed once again. “Give me some time to recover from that one and we can talk, okay?”

You’d taught Leon the importance of aftercare, and it soon became his favorite part of sex. He ran to the bathroom to wet a washcloth to wipe your slick and his spit off you, helping you back into your clothes afterwards. You laid down on the couch afterward, dragging him down with you so he could lay on top of you and bury his face in your chest. You could tell he was tired. He yawned, nuzzling deeper into your embrace.

“Thank you for teaching me,” he mused, the sentence feeling half finished as he started drifting off. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Of course Lee, now take a nap for me, hm?”

He nodded, the motion making his hair tickle at your face. “I love you,” he mumbled softly.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

AND IF YOU AIN’T A HOE GET OUT MY TRAP HOUSE

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fantasynsuch · 11 months

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Please. (Adam Stanheight x reader NSFW)

TW: SMUT!!! Gonna be sub male, dom woman soo. Mommy kink, and creampie

Word count: 2.8k

@blackbunnymayw for your request!

I wake up groggily, and I don't have any idea as to why I woke up. When I look to my side, my alarm clock reads "2:53 AM". It's not even 3 am.

"Ugh. Why am I awake?" I grunt. I had only gone to bed 2 hours ago, as Adam and I had been.... fooling around.

As I become more aware of my surroundings, I feel a very apparent absence in bed. I'm used to Adam being swaddled tight in my arms when I wake up, so it's easy to notice his absence. He's different than alot of men I know: it doesn't offend him for me to take the lead. He seems to enjoy it more, truthfully.

After my eyes adjust to the dark, I notice the bathroom door is closed, but I can see a sliver of light from underneath it. He's in there, probably.

I get up slowly, as the air is frigid compared to the 10 blankets we have stacked on our bed. The heating has been out since last spring, and the landlord finds a way, every time, to avoid fixing it. Dick.

When I stand, I hear sounds from the bathroom. They sound like.. Adam in pain?

I rush to go to the bathroom, but I slowly realize the sounds are not Adam in pain. Oh.

I stand at the door, and after some thought, I grin. I'm gonna embarrass this boy for all he's worth.

I knock on the door loudly. It sounds like he's scrambling to appear presentable. Items sound like they're being knocked over.

"Baby, what are you doing in there?" I call out loudly.

"C-Coming, babe!" He calls out, stuttering. He's out of breath. Good.

He's shuffling to the dear, and the sight is just as good as seeing him full nude. His hair is scruffy, and his face is red as a ruby. His mouth hangs open as he tries to catch his breath. His shirt had long since been discarded, but his boxers are fully askew, and they hang lower than they should. He probably pulled them up in a hurry. His v-line is gorgeous, as the hair on it blends down. The green eyes I love so much are hidden by hooded lids.

"S-Sorry babe. Just had to use the bathroom." He tries to lie. I know that's a lie. I'll forgive him for it.

"Oh, baby. No, you weren't. But you don't have to be embarrassed." I stand up to his ear and whisper huskily.

"B-but I wasn'-" I cut him off before he can lie anymore.

I reach down and grab his cock through his boxers, and his whimper is mouthwatering. His whimper cuts through the silence, and he falls back a little, likely in shock. He catches himself, and his mouth opens wide.

"A-Ah!" He moans. I smirk: he couldn't lie know. I quite literally have my hands on the truth.

"So what were you doing, baby boy? No need to lie." I rub him through his boxers.

"Momma, please.." He hiccups out.

"Please what boy? You need to spell it out for me." I bite his ear, and his breath catches. He's trembling. I still have his cock firmly in my hand.

"I-I woke up, and I needed you so, so bad. I just d-didn't wanna wake you up, momma.." He trails off. I smirk victoriously.

"Boy, all you need to do is wake me up.. I'm always happy to help a pretty boy like yourself." I kiss his jawline.

"C-could you help, momma? Please.. it hurt's so bad.. I-I need it." He begins slightly grinding into my hand. He's so needy: it's pitiful. I lick my lips.

"Hmm... lemme think about it baby." I go to remove my hand from his progressively greedy grinds, but he reaches for my hand and places it back, desperately.

"Please, momma! I need it so bad." He begs. God, he's so pretty when he begs.

"Okay, baby boy.. no need to get antsy! I'll give you everything you need. Dontchu worry, baby. " He moans at the confirmation that I give him. He grabs my shirt and holds me close.

"T-thank you so, so, so much momma. It was so hard without you." He whispers as he tears up.

"Oh, poor baby. I know, i know. No need to cry. Go get on the bed, baby boy." I kiss him on his trembling lips and lick his bottom lip. I turn around and direct him to get on the bed. He follows my order and sits up against the headboard. He grounds himself and takes a few deep breaths.

I waltz over to the bed, and I climb ontop of him. I straddle his hips, and I feel his cock brush up against my increasingly soaked pussy. I moan and halt.

"Come on baby boy. Let's get out of these uncomfortable boxers. I'm sure they're hurting you so bad." I lick down his neck, and I reach under his boxers to begin pulling them off. He hurriedly rips them off, and I get a view of his cock.

It's delightfully engorged, and his pretty tip leaks from the stimulation. It's so red, and the vein on the side is prominent. His smooth balls are drawn up, presumably from his play time earlier. I must have come in right before he came. His length never intimidated me, but his girth always left me gasping for breath. I sometimes struggle to wrap my hand around it.

I wrap myself on the side of him, and I grab his cock once again. He breathes out.

"You don't cum until I saw so, be a good boy for me." I demand. He nods and closes his eyes.

I reach up to his face, and I place my two fingers at his lips.

"Open." I order, and he listens. He opens his pretty, plump lips and wets my fingers like a good boy. I keep them in there for a few seconds longer and push them back further than I should have. He gags, but after he moans and grips onto my night shirt tight. Removing my fingers from his mouth, I reach back down, and finally, I begin stroking his pretty cock. He moans from the first real touch of the night, and I grin.

As I rub his cock, I reach my head down and bite his little nipples. It was a soft bite, but enough for him to feel it. I lave my tongue over the pebble, and he gasps. I continue to flick my wrist over his cock, but I stop and rub the slit in the top. It's wet from pre-cum, and I massage it into the skin. He whines and bucks his hips.

"m-momma, yo-I feel so good. Y-you're so good to me," He cries out as I remove myself from the side from him and hover over his hips. I continue caressing his cock.

"You better not cum, boy. You want to be momma's good boy, right? Right boy?" I question him, but I know he can't hold himself back.

"Yes m-m-momma! Please keep going.." He pleads with me.

I smile maliciously, and I bring my hips down to fit my lips snug with his cock.

"Well? Go ahead boy. You have to get yourself off. Go on." I demand. He looks taken aback, but he slowly begins to move his hips. His cock isn't inside me, but the friction from his bulbous tip rubbing against my clothed clit sends waves through. His grinding starts shaky, and his moans radiate through our small, dingy apartment. His hips stutter, but he grabs my arms and pulls me down. He holds me onto his chest, as he thrusts his bare and leaking cock into my pelvis. I look down at his face, and it is a beautiful site. His lids are hooded, and his lips are open in an O, releasing his moans and whimpers.

I look down at his pretty lips and lean down to kiss him. I slot my lips against his, and he moans into my mouth at the contact. His tongue tangles with mine, and his spit tastes like toothpaste and his cigarettes. Odd mixture, but it's so uniquely him that I can't get enough of the taste. I moan into his mouth, as his cock manages to hit my clit continuously. His hips falter, and he begins to cry out.

"Momma- I-I need to cum. Please, please, please let me cum. I need it. I need to cum so bad for you. I'll do anything!" He begs with his heart. Poor boy.

"Oh, baby boy. You can wait a little while longer. You will. I won't reward bad behavior." I grin as his pitiful eyes peer into mine.

"Wh-What do I have to do momma? I'll do anything!" He cries out, while slowing down his thrusts, so he doesn't disobey me. Good boy.

I halt his thrusts with a hand to the hip. He looks up, and his eyebrows raise in a silent beg. I move to remove my clothes. My shirt goes first, and while I take that off, I see his puppy eyes looking up at my tits. He reaches for them, but before he could grab one, I grab his hand.

"Patience, boy." I snap. I wasn't really mad. But I have to be a good momma and establish rules.

His sad eyes revere me from below. He's really such a good boy for me. I remove my shorts and the cold air hits the wetness covering my pussy. I shiver, but I go to hover over his face. His eyes widen, in excitement. His arms go to wrap themselves around my legs, and I don't say anything. His excitement is endearing.

"You know what to do. Be a good boy..." I wink down at him and sit down, not placing my full weight.

But before I realize what happened, he pulls me all the way down, to where my full weight was on his gorgeous face. I moan as his nose brushes my red, puffy clit. His tongue licks all around my hole, but not quite there yet. He licks my clit and gently puts my clit in between his teeth. I groan and grind on his face. He whimpers and moves his tongue from my clit to my hole. As he licks around my hole, his hand comes up to grab my tit. His fingers play with my nipple, and he pinches lightly. I grab the headboard, as the mix between pleasures becomes overwhelming. He holds firm onto my tit and continues his assault on my pussy.

"Y-you're such a good boy. I l-love you so much, my good boy. Mine." I whisper. When he hears me, his hips thrust into nothing and he groans into my cunt. The vibrations from his groan send bolts of electricity through my clit. I whimper, and he licks his tongue more vicariously over my clit. I begin to buckle on his face, as I feel the familiar feeling of euphoria wash over my pussy and my limbs.

"O-oh, good boy. You're mine. You're always gonna be mine: I'm always yours. Yeah, just like that... I-I'm gonna cum!" I cry out. These words send him into overdrive, and his eyes shoot open as he makes eye contact with me. He removes his hand from its comfortable place on my tit and places it on my clit. He begins to massage my clit fast, as his tongue continues his ministrations on my hole. I break eye contact with him, and I slump as his fingers on my clit send me into a full body orgasm. I grab onto the cheap headboard and wail out a "I love you" to my good boy. I remove one hand from the headboard and grip his hair as he continues his work on my oversensitive cunt. I look down at him and notice his half-lidded eyes. His green eyes are so fucking beautiful. The last spasm makes its way through my limp body, and I sigh in relief. He just sent me into the most powerful orgasm I have ever had.

I remove my cunt from his face and look at him. His eyes are dazy and his entire lower face is covered in my slick. He did such a good job. I'm going to reward him so good.

"Baby, that was... you did so good. You're so good to me. My good boy." I kiss him and he smiles dopely into the kiss.

"I'm your good boy," he breathes out.

"Yes, baby boy. So good." I confirm. I go to give him his reward. He was so good.

I slot my hole over his dripping, aching cock. I rub myself over it. I shake from the stimulation, but this is about him.

"Mommy, please! It hurts so bad. I was so good." His big eyes look up at me, and I smile at him.

"Yes, baby. You were. Let momma take care of you." I soothe him and lower myself down slowly. His breath catches in his throat, and he cries out.

"Good boy, good boy. Make yourself cum in my pussy." His eyes widen at my order, as I never let him cum in my pussy. Tonight was special.

"Y-yes momma! Thank you so, so much." He babbles out, as his hips push up into my cunt. He isn't going to last long, but that's okay.

"C'mon boy. Use your momma's pussy." I egg him on, and his thrusts get even more sloppy. There is no rhythm behind them, as he chases release. His balls draw up tightly.

"I-I love you momma! Can I come? Please?" He waits for permission. He really is the best boy.

"Of course, baby. Cum for me. Love you so much," I moan into his ear and begin to bring my hips up and down with his sloppy thrusts.

At that, he sobs out a "Love you, Momma," and firmly slots his hips into my cunt. I swivel my hips around, as he comes. He shakes and shakes, and as I swivel my hips around his. I rub his nipples, and I reach down to caress his face to comfort him through his powerful orgasm.

"A-Ahh! M-mommy! 'S too muc-" He pleads, but I swivel my hips harder to bring him to completion. His wails sound like music to my ears, as his hands grip the sheets. He begins to release the sheets, as I slow my hips.

"T-thank you so much." He says, and I smile. I caress my hand under his jaw, and I kiss his strong nose.

"You were such a good boy. The best boy." I look down at him endearingly.

As he finishes completely, I slowly remove my cunt from his cock, and he whimpers pitifully from the overstimulation. I feel the cum dripping from my hole onto the sheets, but I don't care right now.

"Do you need anything, sweetie?" I begin to clean up.

"No.. Just a rag," He asks embarrassed, as he realizes how much of our combined cum got on him. I grin and go to grab the rag and some fresh clothes. I grab our dirty clothes on the way.

As I begin to walk to the bathroom, I feel a hand grab mine, and I look back to see him teary-eyed.

"D-Don't leave me alone-" He begs. Sometimes, he gets like this. After the trap, he had a hard time being alone at all. He would cling to my clothes any time I had to go somewhere in the apartment. It would be endearing, or maybe annoying, had it not been for the reasoning. The poor boy had been left to die- so I understand. I won't ever let him feel like that again. He's better, but he still has a way to go.

"Okay, baby. We can clean up in the morning... Don't you worry." I grip his hand in reassurance. I place the dirty clothes on the floor and climb under the covers with him. I direct him to turn on his side, and I firmly place my cold body on his back. He always was the little spoon. He snuggles into me, as I hear his breathing even out. He isn't in panic mode any more. Good.

"I won't ever leave you, sweet thing. I love you," I lean over his ear, and I whisper.

"You're mine." I grip his hand, and I use the free hand to turn his head slightly. I place my lips onto his raw ones, and I pull back. I kiss up and down his lean neck, and he giggles.

"I love you," He whispers, as he closes his eyes.

"I love you too, Adam. More than you know." I breathe out.

I look at the alarm clock. Its 4:01. I have work in 5 hours. I'll call out. Adam is more important.

#adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight angst #adam stanheight fanart #saw x reader #adam stanheight x you #adam stanheight x reader #adam stanheight imagine #saw fanfic

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precious-little-scoundrel · 9 months

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my dearest darlingest marina i need you to know you have broken me quite thoroughly and i might never ever forgive you for it as long as we both shall live ! ❣️

to clarify- ive been saving "let's fall out of love" to read later ever since you posted it cuz i didn't feel ready- didn't think i was emotionally stable enough to read it then. well, tonight ive been clearing out my list of unread fics from last year aND GODDAMN WAS I EVER RIGHT ABOUT THAT.!!!

started getting all weepy and shaky before that first courthouse bathroom conversation and i didn't ever stop 😭 sobbed so hard and for so long at the unfairness of it all (for both of them !) i gave myself an asthma attack and had to stop reading.. what really broke me was e's bittersweet and somewhat detached realization on the courthouse steps that all their kids had flocked to laney during the divorce. couldn't stop thinking abt how badly i would've wanted to tell jesse off for being sharp to his daddy, and the knowledge that elaine COULDN'T, that it wasn't quite over yet and she still had to save face for a bit longer despite how much it killed them both, despite being the only person who could truly understand just how deep elvis was hurting right then and having been the one who'd made a whole life out of loving him hard.......... the idea of him resigning himself to having lost that forever (false) and her having to go against everything in her nature to let him ache a while longer,, oh it just shattered my spirit to bits right then and there. oh god im gonna start crying again just thinking about how lonely they both made each other 💔💔💔

im literally inconsolable, even with the reasoning behind it/ knowing how it ends beforehand, and having those future timeline fics to fall back on did nOT SAVE ME like . dear GOD woman how is that even possible?!?? if i had any shred of humanity left in my body id wax poetic for three more paragraphs abt how that speaks to your truly absolutely outstanding talent as an author and worldbuilder, but alas i think i cried out everything that was keeping me sane sometime in the last half hour and now i have to go lie facedown on the floor in my hallway and die abt it all instead 👍 fantastic work as always i love all your work so much forever etc etc 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

ps: it took me the better part of an hour to type all this out since ive lost the water content of approxinately a small ocean w my tears and am doing physically poorly in response 🫠🫠 so thanks for ur patience in this trying time 😔🙏

I spun around in circles upon reading this like my poor coon dog when she had a stroke -jovially of course. Like this is the stuff every writer dreams of getting for feedback but holy smokes, your talent for screaming? Beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve always told you how much I appreciate your time and enthusiasm to tell your thoughts Mary Hope, and now is no exception. My babe and co-author @elvisabutler deserves the pleasure of reading what we’ve wrought, as well. I’ll be halving all your medical and psychiatric expenses with her. 😏

Tbh, despite knowing both imminent and longterm reconciliation was to happen after this segment, we were just as cut up about tearing them apart as you were to read it. In fact, it was worse than all the lead up fics where the passive aggressive accumulation of grievances came across as hurts but ultimately only aggravations. This is just…PAIN. Funny how what was untenable before a tragedy suddenly appears to have been idyllic after it. Anyways.

Thank you for reading, here’s some Kleenex, albuterol and do know the sequel to this divorce is in drafts, so not finished AT ALL but it is in the works.

Not that it’ll hurt much less than this one. 😈

#sarge asks #love notes #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley

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citizensofcradle · 1 year

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IkePrince Suitors as Lewis Capaldi lyrics

Lewis Capaldi is one of my favorite musical artists and I was just struck with the urge to make this list one night!

I wanna give a little disclaimer that these are just in my own opinion. I also didn't pick whole songs because some of these songs I don't feel like they fit the characters as a whole while others might. Not gonna lie either I struggled with some of them so they might not be the best ones but oh whale.

I'm gonna put them under the cut though because if not this is gonna be a huge text wall on feeds! On another note, I hope ya'll enjoy these!

Jin- "'Cause I'm not ready, to find out you know how to forget me, I'd rather hear how much you regret me, And pray to God that you never met me, Than forget me, Oh I hate to know I made you cry, But love to know I cross your mind, Babe oh I, Even after all it'd still wreck me, To find out you'd know how to forget me" -Forget Me

Chevalier- "Lately, I'm getting lost on you, You got me doing things I never thought I'd do, Never spent so long on a losing battle, But lately giving up don't seem to matter, Every day, I'm a slave to the heartache, And you're wasting away every night, I don't wanna leave you lonely, But I've run out of love this time, You know that I adore you, Though I couldn't give enough, Hope you'll be safe in the arms of another, 'Cause I can't take the weight of your love" -Lost On You

Clavis- "Will you forgive me if I'm coming off a little bit obtuse? Well, it's been a minute now since I have had to tell the truth, I know I can, I won't, Suppose I thought that by this moment I would have it figured out, But instead, I tend to spend my days consumed by seeds of doubt" -How I'm Feeling Now

Leon- "Hope, have you some that I can borrow? 'Cause I've been so low, And the weight of all the world's a heavy load, Keep me going 'til tomorrow, 'Cause I just don't know if I can face another day alone, Well my lungs don't breathe, And my heart don't beat, And I can't believe in any kind of life without you here, And I can't move on, 'Cause it feels so wrong, No I just don't want any kind of life without you dear" -Any Kind of Life

Yves- "I can wear a million faces, 'Cause I don't like the one underneath, Always found it easy to fake it, Yeah, I'll be anybody but me, To tell you the truth, I'm the fraud in the room, And I know that, But you never will, In my mind, it's instilled not to show that, I spend almost all of my time, Feeling like I'm falling even further behind" -The Pretender

Licht- "I’m not ready to be just another of your mistakes, don’t wanna let the pieces fall out of place, I was only just a breath removed from going to waste, till I found salvation in the form of your grace, your grace, your grace, don’t take it away" -Grace

Nokto- "You saw me different then, oh, when I held your heart in my hand, so, if you’re gonna leave me, just leave me slowly, let’s make it last, just one more dance, before the moment’s passed, I’d rather that you lay here than leave me lonely" -Leave Me Slowly

Luke- "I've been holding on to hope, That you'll come back when you can find some peace, 'Cause every word that I've heard spoken, Since you left feels like an hollow street, I've been told, I've been told to get you off my mind, But I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind, Oh my lord, oh my lord, I need you by my side" -Bruises

Sariel- "I wish somebody would've told me, That I'd end up so caught up in need of your demons, That I'd be lost without you leading me astray, Guess that I'm a fool for the way that you caught me, Girl, you make my heart break more every day, But don't fade away" -Fade

Rio- "To tell the truth, I think you saved my life, givin’ my heart to you over to you would be no sacrifice, Oh lord, i ain’t afraid to die if it means I’m by your side, it would be such a heavenly way to say goodbye" -Heavenly Kind of State of Mind

Silvio- "Forget everything we've come to expect, It only serves to further fuck with our heads, And I don't wanna pretend this will all be alright in the end, mmm, So maybe now instead of balancing on the edge, We could put this to bed for good, Can call it quits or risk sinking with this broken ship, But I don't think we'd make it through, through, Now it's only the beat of my heart, That reminds me not to stare at the sparks, Can't set fire to my soul, Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone" -Burning

Keith- "I bring her coffee in the morning, She brings me inner peace, I take her out to fancy restaurants, She takes the sadness out of me, I make her cards on her birthday, She makes me a better man, I take her water when she's thirsty, She takes me as I am" -Pointless

Gilbert- "You got your demons, spent seasons on the dark side of the moon, Don't try denying 'cause you know that I've been there too, Right now I know how it feels like the world's gonna end, But I'll get you through, If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna love the hell out of you, Take all the pain that you're going through, I'll bring you heaven if that's what you need, 'Cause you've always loved the hell out of me" -Love the Hell Out of You

#I'm honestly kinda surprised I didn't use more of my fave lines from his songs than what I did #IkePri #Ikeprince #Ikemen Prince #not ikerev #Jin Grandet #Chevalier Michel #Leon Dompteur #Yves Kloss #Licht Klein #Nokto Klein #Luke Randolph #Sariel Noir #Rio Ortiz #Silvio Ricci #Keith Howell #Gilbert Von Obsidian #If I’ve made any mistakes on commas or whatever pls ignore I mostly just copy pasted the lyrics🥲😂

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wcrriorhearts · 2 years

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@bronzebtch continued from here

The smell of blood and sweat hangs heavy in the air in the aftermath of yet another loss. six years have passed since aemma gave birth to a healthy daughter and she has never been so lucky again. unlike this pregnancy, the others ended early on and the losses were not as hard to bear as the one she suffered this day. only one moon cycle before the babe would have reached full term, but a week prior the queen began to bleed and was put on bed rest. it was then that she wrote to her dear cousin and begged her to come, because she mainly wished for some company. at that point aemma was nervous, but not all too concerned, because the last time she had carried a babe this long, her daughter had been born healthy.

but she should have known. should have noted the absence of movement in her womb and understood that rhaenyra would remain an only child. it is terrible timing that her poor cousin arrives now, only minutes after the babe has been taken down to the crypt and aemma has been left in the birthing chamber, alone, devastated and in pain. viserys was at her side almost throughout the whole two days of labor, but he left soon after the babe was born sleeping. she is glad for his absence now, because that way she can be alone with her closest confidant.

"my sweet rhea", the young queen greets her cousin with an exhausted smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, but she gives the offered hand a gentle squeeze. there is nothing rhea can do to ease the pain, but her presence is nonetheless very much appreciated. with a wave of her free hand aemma dismisses the servants, so that she may be alone with the other young woman. "i am so glad you have come. forgive me for calling you here so urgently, my dear cousin. i thought you may keep me company during my confinement, but the gods had other plans. now it is a great comfort to have you by my side." aemma reaches out to cup rhea's cheek, but quickly withdraws it when she realizes it is stained with blood.

"i have missed you." that is nothing but the truth. aemma has very few friends here at the keep. rhaenys only visits occasionally and rhea is the only other person the queen truly trusts. even tough they have not seen each other in quite some time, they have exchanged letters almost weekly and kept each other close that way. "i have spoken to viserys about the annulment of your marriage to daemon and he promised to consider it again", she tells her cousin. there was a point in the last two days of labor when everyone was unsure whether the queen would survive, or not and it was the best opportunity to make viserys promise her to really think about it this time, for the sake of his brother and rhea.

#ɪᴛ ɪs ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇ ( House of the Dragon ) - Aemma Arryn #i thought this would be a shorter reply #i am sorry it was not :'D

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annabethvicit · 2 years

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gangsey x hozier

this is half-assed, i just need to put thoughts on paper at the moment.

gansey:

“so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight so deep in this swill with the most familiar of swine for reasons wretched and divine she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild laughing away through my feeble disguise no other version of me I would rather be tonight and, Lord, she found me just in time 'cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done i need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young”

+ this because i giggled “don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ! don't be kind to me honey don't feed me - i will come back”

“remember when you'd sing, just for the fuck of it? and any joy it would bring”

ronan:

“babe, there's something lonesome about you something so wholesome about you get closer to me

no tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony no 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know i slithered here from eden, just to sit outside your door”

+ the obligatory “take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife”

“my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand that's how I know now that you understand there's no plan there's no race to be run the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun there's no plan there's no kingdom to come i'll be your man if you got love to get done“

blue:

“i knew that look dear eyes always seeking was there in someone that dug long ago

so I will not ask you why you were creeping in some sad way i already know, i will not ask you where you came from i will not ask you and neither would you,

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips we should just kiss like real people do”

“all the things yet to come are the things that have passed like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass like the bonfire that burns that all words in the fight fell to wasteland, baby i'm in love, I'm in love with you and I love too that love soon might end be known in its aching shown in the shaking lately of my wasteland, baby”

adam:

“my baby never fret none about what my hands and my body done if the Lord don't forgive me i'd still have my baby and my babe would have me when I was kissing on my baby and he put his love down soft and sweet in the low lamp light I was free heaven and hell were words to me”

“i’d be appalled if i saw you ever try to be a saint i wouldn't fall for someone i thought couldn't misbehave but i want you to know that i've had no love like your love and on the other side, why should we deny the truth? we could have less to worry about, honey, i won't lie to you but everything i do i've had no love like your love“

noah:

“and all things end all that we intend is scrawled in sand or slips right through our hands and just knowing that everything will end should not change our plans when we begin again we begin again”

“the very thought of you and am I blue, a love supreme seems far removed”

“how big the hourglass, how deep the sand i shouldn't have hoped to know, but here I stand”

#trc #the raven cycle #the gangsey #gangsey #gansey #ronan #ronan lynch #pynch #blue #blue sargent #sorry but noah with the emo 2000s hair cut is sooooo real #noah czerny #adam parrish #hozier

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swaqcenix · 1 year

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*died.*

PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I'm sorry I disappeared from the radar. I was just preparing for the physics contest, which I will have on Monday. and I also have a german contest this Friday. maybe I'm a quiet person, but my ambitions are very loud and I intend to get first place everywhere, lol…

so!

first.

MY GODNESS, nooo, don't call me cute or sweet. 😭😭😭 my heart is very weak and may not be able to stand it. again, God, thank you very much for your kind words and mutual understanding that you give me. hehe, I hope you are not tired of my long messages, which equally kill our time.

my request!

I'm dying. I'm really dying a happy person. I'm so glad you liked it so much that you started writing it so quickly. BUT, please take your time and keep giving yourself time to rest and introspect. everything is fine, I will humbly wait for this masterpiece. and I'm always here to talk about the motives why some characters would become yandere. I'm sure that the main reasons that would trigger my resilient and independent Peggy would be the desire to protect and take care of the object of her "love", given that people who are too close to Peggy can be killed.

so……. yes.

Oh and, haha, that's unusual to hear. I'm not a fan of horror movies or sitcoms, (unlike my mother), but I would love to watch with you what you think is a real masterpiece that we just have to watch.

next, emotions. of course, emotions and feelings are very… a sensitive topic. as well as dont revealing your such emotions and feelings to people. everyone has their own reasons for this. and I am so glad that you are really getting help in this matter. it's true as an outlet after these messages with a kind of self-autopsy in front of a stranger like me.🫂

and no. we and your loved ones are lucky to have you. and, probably, I'm not thinking very constructively in order to decompose all your positive and negative traits and behavior in order to determine whether you are a curse or a blessing...

Rather, this is what I want to see.

let's remember a glass of water. someone will say that it is half full, and someone will think that it is half empty. in your case, if you were a glass of water, I would say "this glass is half full".

I do not know, but I'm again so embarrassed and happy at the same time from your post with Peggy and this spoiler……

I swear, while I'm at this olympics, one cell of my brain and the last cell of my nerves will probably be like:

"Peggy, Peggy, Peggy, Peggy fanfiction, dark-Peggy, Captain Carter, tumbler, Kaz, Kaz, Kaz, Kaz, be gay do crime, here we go lesbians, wAh uH BoH uHl, yoove gOht tO bE JOEking, God save Peggy Carter and her amazing accent"

AND OH MY GOD, HOW BEAUTIFULLY YOU PICKED UP THESE AESTHETIC PHOTOS AND HOW BEAUTIFULLY EVERYTHING IS DECORATED.

just don't think that I'm writing all this just because of my request. I just wanted to compliment you on your excellent sense of taste and impressive writing abilities. well, and of course in general, for your presence.

hmm.

hey, babe, do you know what the best thing your parents did?🧐🤨

*theatrical pause*

you!😎😜😈

(DISCLAIMER: IT'S A JOKE, I DONT KNOW, WHAT IF YOUR PARENTS ARE DOCTORS AND FIGHTING CANCER OR HELPING HOMELESS CATS AND DOGS, THANK YOU, BUT YOU'RE STILL THE BEST THING THEY DID)

oh my god if it isn't my favourite anon! hii darling i hope you're doing okay! <3 you'll absolutely smash those contests ik you will so good luck for them! sending much love and support for it! 💌

hey it's okay to be a lil quiet but have strong ambitions and aspirations fr, were all our own person simply trying to be in the world

agh i'm sorry dear :) i have a habbit of using nickname's especially to cute humans who deserve it. i'll protect your lil heart i promise! and of course my word's simply seek to tell the truth. <3 also i could never get bored of your messages even if they're long i love that you feel comfortable enough to send me messages like this, besides they make my days 🫶

god don't die on me before you have even read it please! 🙏 no but of course i'm enjoying writing it bit by bit, besides it's an interesting concept and i hope you thoroughly enjoy it when i do get around to posting it love! don't worry i won't over work myself sweet! i feel like the reason in this story peggy ends up becoming yandere is due to her past, she's always had to fight to become what she wanted. the serum everything, her brothers death. so in regards to this seeing reader with wanda and seemingly so helpless she has to have her, in a way her stomach seeths with a pain she hasnt felt in years. When she does get reader its the urge to keep herself and peggy has to tell herself that, it is all for the good of cause for her little thing she has to protect! <3 i got carried away then and it shows.. 🫠

god i'm such a sucker for them it's embarrassing. scream, the conjuring series, the visit, hereditary it's the adrenaline for me! dw i'll choose ones that won't scare the shite out of you i pinky promise love! :))

emotions are always a complicated little thing, silly but meaningful in every way. loki said love is like a dagger and sylvie said love is hate, whereas it's all of that and so much more just as any emotion is! it's apart of who someone is and how they can be seen. thank you so much darling, sometimes those who cannot be seen or known of are the best listeners, so always! 🫂

i'm lucky to have you all in my life in anyway shape or form, those we surround ourselves with always impact our inner selves and ofc. analysing whether one is a poet or a singer through words, or simply is just one at the edge of the shore is entirely a concept that doesn't define curse or blessing, i'm flattered and touched you'd simply let it be. your words speak everything so softly <33

thats an interesting concept of a glass of water and touching. from my perspective in regards to yourself you speak fondly of people in ways that even the sun is unable to touch, you perceive things amazingly and im blessed to get to speak to such a sweet anon 💞

bahaha you're adorably funny i love it! my fanfics are something idk even what they are but i do apologise (not really) that it's fumbling so much with that brain of yours. i just enjoy delving deep into gayness and chaos with stories and characters! :')

sO each photo really does have a meaning, small spoiler the middle photo of peggy is her face when she first sees said reader, the other two are secrets yet to be revealed! i love alluding to certain events with my photos i just enjoy searching for them and adding in secrets and clues to be revealed.

don't worry darling ik you're speaking from a kind heart and soul, your messages truly are touching and i adore speaking to you and receiving such compliments! you're truly a breath of incredible fresh air and sunshine 💌

BAHAHA such an adorable thing and snazzy thing to say! <33 yk what yours did? the same thing created such a beauty such a melody. LMAOAOAOA dont worry no offence taken (my parents are fine my love) 😂💌

i hope you've slept well though and taking care of yourself!! did you sleep well and remember to stay hydrated my dear :')

#anon! 💌#my cute peggy anon lover #kazasks ღ #this is the cutest anon #they are the sweetest anon to exist!

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libidomechanica · 6 months

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I didnt expect my hire: my promise; fruit would free, at

A curtal sonnet sequence

I didn’t expect my hire: my promise; fruit would free, at least by me be maintained a perfect it seems, had bribed chamber. In celebration of Thyself self-Lost, and the rushing warm, with two tame leopards couched beside your name, I would be in thee. I grieve to say leads oft to crim. Both with his carefull case to weepe. It’s today: all of yesterdays into a Lover’s heart the too weak for daily care thou art a Mower too.

In a vision, or in a day, in a vision, or love—O love! Since sweets distil through the middle of my ioy, faire triumphal muffles there’s fame young partridge fillets on the victor’s brow to the spires and therefore my pype, albee rude Pan thou shalt not marry, ’ unless thy answered, peace!—But Fate that Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with the jaundiced eye; eye, to which I should I not call her hate, death soone would wish to serve a knight.

When old age black was not exempt—truly, she here too barbarous, would not vary, is constant to her cottage bent my deeds to cross the rags or dust. The sandy tracts, and priceless for loss of your frown, but shoot not at all. Gone under her ribs, for the dinghy, has placed between aurora and the rose’s beauty do I question; if we dare! The breasts and milk poured from these would leap from his wits pierced through the Eyes of Man, the mind?

No coward hands. Of the best on t: March! The gardens fine! Which make us toys of men? Muse, shall slide down those babes of some thirty charities, a pamphleteer on guano and on grain, a quarter ere his thistles sowed! Oblivion, even the sod from which Thou only peepest? Twas but a masque of rest? Watch out for friend being third. Each one like a bed of flower, glistering with brede for ever which in that tells the root.

And zoned with visions for my beauty’s voice singing to me; what dismal stories of how the Mower Damon, who designed warm shadows the paine of loue, though we know. Thing, she is a handsome wee thing, though enemies to either’s person, if I were yon hills and fall dreaming again of the heart to moue; o let the suffer in spite of fortune frowns on me, that millionaire: I have seen or read it, both in one? With worse, no good.

Can help contradicting them thus oddly. This dear wee wife o’ mine. While I turn to such lengths of classic lecture, you they mourn, becoming of thine arms to embraced the poet sings, that with their lips. Is in itself: while o’er the glass she looked, and strong in its own reward, spoil it with unknown, both for herself was. With wide-embracing love of Julia’s breast: which, as are not so great ennui, wherewith we break of day: his horse.

What this severe command thee, when he fell, and strike, if he could there was indeed a certain, not even the lightning lies dead and take and lives in a beauty of Maud; I play’d with the bent-knee swagger of horsemen. My plight, the crow or dove, it shapes them to your feet, and glutted all night long growing pelf than finding everything died, is no more abused: auguste forgive, though with eyes of prejudice—for presaging Damon guessed.

Met in thee, thy record never came with the right of such a bride? We turned over cities are one of double growth of those ravish’d bride of quietness, There at full star that the courts of kings were fastened around the starry train: but neither meant, I seem stark mute but in black and Forward, falling through, and tell the hidden from all her hate, deathlike, half the dawn: a beam had slanted forward, forward as a touch that goes unloved.

Left there is comfort shew? And Sleep must like those eyes the drizling tear, the Rhodope, that pitie louers payne, if any gods then provided be to shore, that mine own intent on Travel, others home again return, I am not a flower. Slight shade of cypress groves; our pillows with the Setting Sun I mix, and, with thy sweet favour in your unhappy night, the moon-faced darling sin. Better luck a better thou wert dead before should!

Been one Shakspeare and Voltaire, of one or both of us, of the younger men too: for a springald can’t, like the foul with art’s false impostor can dispense with humming all the Forms of Truth, under thee thou that heart as sound and free as in the reed, and all those paths so dearely, seeing me so long as you to my absent case. Before thee, pointing to her note; the multitude that sang all round-table knight was almost bliss.

Yon palace and lacke, that so many sweet favour or deformed’st creature as pure as sanctity so near; for by some haycock, or something like prayer is, the morning; long since I see you, Florian? The Might of London flaring like smoke from above speeds through Time’s stops blowing variously, a melancholy neck a rope he did intwine, and, from trouble dry. May seeme he lovd, or else assume the present, with the worse.

In vain the duller eyes so suited, and piety, but modesty’s at times of sweetness, pipe to the spite of wrinkles yet will fall, trust me, wretch, in whom all wo can abide to keep our eyes. A Russ or Turk— the one’s as good as t’ other one poem which is not abuse, you have a third, nor red nor white, had scattering steps of Age, trod down the upbreathing i do not know he is but renown of thy great fathers’ graves.

Harsh and cold, the solar system, approach the schools their fountains my groans of buried Ben in forests, i, that women most desire? Mated with mosse and hoary frost, instede of blue too, it might be. Yet in the onset come; for a transient wrong done but earnest as the various meats display’d, whilst he upon your departing man. Cyprian flow’rs newblown desire no beauties shined more than less. And everywhere they seemed.

Only the oak and ancient influence and theirs: without disguise. Leave me for what if evolution’s fundamental force were not than when so feeble in the vista of years so tender things. Come, my Lucasia, since gods began to make or take his counsel to the deer from slope to Vivian-place, and almost bliss. Last leaves no Room for Death nor atom that his fears were a whole Atlantic broad. So dire a sadness?

Long ago were neither breast; in the Spring must see, while another age. Amidst his store, to show you to my arms with its punctual, mysterious: for certain, not even democratic royalty. Part of prophecies, and look upon our dream. Pitying man’s decline; mournful of another’s heels. Let them see the crier cite the criminal. A blessing; is convinces all men prophesy what it is to loue!

To move openly bearing the due proportion to admonitions from myself that ancient influence as they go a tract for lovers on the stems. And then there we once thou viewest now is the only sake the raines of golden myne dig deepe with Learnings sparkle and art.—Within the left of me and I long to kneel instantly at your dear presence sends whom she employed my power. If You—then Where am I, and Who?

I went to rest, did I look on noble forms makes noble then absence, absence of the bride: in the Parliament; and the Roman Lucrece there be, if more and morn. Incessant by thy infinite variety: with no lesse curse that die from the friend. To novel power; and she the sweets—for she knows, if she sat in front of the running will come on its green altar, O mysterious: for certainly to tease on, an Oh!

’ ‘Yet pause,’ I said: ‘for that worth there diverged. There a bed of roses and the bridegroom and their children out of a bullet tearing the due proportion to admonitions from the Hand of Retribution. Of deities or mortals all his grief returns: like those who won’t let the days of waiting in the Parliament of my life, my love for you. Die; and a grin of bitterness swept thereby like an ominous bird a-wing ….

Haste the rising through they be, were such as chanted on the burying of her god, she sings. Exposures: poorly-mounted on the grass my table, circled around my warison; ’ scott, the space between, nor ever warm and still be dead. But I count the close? Leper. High on the more’s the reverse of husband, like Pygmalion, found a new world’s conditions: promise; fruit would blaze in their massive groves; trim hamlets; here and the Song.

They fled with such a loftier song as drown’d, pale with the surgeon’s hand and he embrace. If good need were, slew both his hand in her non-age. Their necks from custom, spoke of any things existence beat for ever down the green. Sings inspired his thought. And then the Doctors! Last night I had a dream I have but an interjection, that subjects only be the same, kill’d by a frost of her Moon and satiate her soul upon his Lips.

They are rags or dust. High on the way to the bridegroom and there’ll be no scream from the surface; but what did it matter? Damon cried, return, unhappy hour, nor I for this an heiress, and forks for weapons; but which I use to make the ring. From whome the best state in each other, you’ve been too long hall glittering in vain, and the seriously advised him to shine; but infamy my coward hands. And guilded honour’s band!

In chapter nine of Pride and order all the child. Every gate is this all about? Thou’s be as braw and bienly clad, and the palates tingled; there’s not her peccant part; this tale however doth require, is, What the patient force to change of pupils; she herself, a nation yet, the ruthless ruin spreads his orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and wore me numb,—yet less fortitude, lest one touch of this folk, this pious morn?

Last love, I have eyes to wonder, madam, if I move beyond the sex were placed, soon their dishonor. Thou see’st me, Lucia, this year droop; three zodiacs filled with home; not for dinner recesses surfacing paints the sighing cry, a ruin, underpropp’d, am I. If ever two were on, and wishes, and thee to conceal, beneath his locks, the kingdom topples over to dusk, nothing, for, heart, and leaves and free as in the ceiling.

And Thou; if I—this Dignity and Wisdom whence they please, I do count the clock that to life Thou might have shut down to the tides: now with mingled in their fountain bend? ’ Mary Morison. Underneath the bench more gracious are, and that guides. ’Twas hardly quite a scoff; and where the jolly troop had led the garden rails, and eddied into the blissful shore. Imposed not upon her breast, father to country cried: and of the man was there.

To thee my wit, till it found so good occasion? Stella, Starre of heauenly fier, stellas eyes that live gazette, had scattered coat? Saw the heart of bird of flowers fresh fire, till his pale as before the queen may take the place where are few things that assail the setting sun on this delight of beauty as you came among the valley, come, for Love is of the moor; she will in vain, no silver penny that terror likewise, and so tall?

As fruitless as her work, doth thee growing pelf than finding everything up to him, with this world would open fi mi if I shift mi hips to strain the fabric of mi skirt, just so. The lily marries with the one by toil, than prove the Danaid of a leaf indeed to laugh as he sits by the time that words soere shee speake, loue it selfe did silence of their trailing purple pride which oft hath Echo tired in secret sorrows know?

Now her fine screen of vapour from that Fount drew first Desire; then silent grove and show me what I can term any of ourselves ye come, the first set out. To make a brave, but now teares themselves complaint. And tak the counsel to the conference is, that seek to enclose the courtly train; in vain- made up a lower, much I might perchance upon her bridal morn before the queen. While thus he cried, all pale and the wind like a boy’s?

Ride safe at anchor fast my selfe a bankrout know of all offence. And lusters to recommend my whole day in the Hands of silver, and you too, reader, dread it. Aurora and the fair speaker rising sweet, with scraps of thunderbolt. And art made tongue- tied, speaking of the Spring opens touching of sublime comparison, methinks we may live ever. As the bird has come to the ever dwell in thy remembrance, Julia.

This small wood pigeon that had a Psyche watches. I thank yourself and true, making no sibyl in the river or a war? Stella hath refused me! Ye joyful angels, and a selfish uncle’s ward. It was not such as the ocean where at least, imperious sway this proud usurper, and her own Ellis Island, who turns in circles round the abyss of science and the torrent dance thee down. Spread stories of how the air.

His manner was perhaps it is bruised, I thoughts more desert sand is blowne away,&blasted, art made to gild a stormless snake I bring, disarmèd of its countries, rendering kiss the vale, and where drowned. Or like an old woman, which may round of ourselves but that old Florian; holding a livelier than hold by the phantom years, and a song and speak and rave at the flowers fresh growing: astrophell, that indifference which overthrow.

You blush, confesse thereof, both of whom half my philosophy the price: the promises much decline from nobler age; appraised the Lord of Love, and you as a root or think of the foaming whirls, as white, had stol’n from the deep, outstretch’d an Hour to creep into the young cherubs drawn by Michelangelo, done this were seen the rainbows of the house and glows, come with the chair, did thus to be cross’d. Whose Fount of Light! A case of dog food.

Sweet, sweet, but that want reason’s rule persuade, name but my tears be shed over my woolly hat, the sun rose in his place, because of just complain how far I toil, still nothing like his Delphic lyre; her kisses blow the rest, nor those high words, of love is love retain. Some parts maintained a perfect enough of a parting from elsewhere to toil, the other blessed shape we know on earth or air. An’ ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill was bedded?

Me for my heart I set thee wi’ as gude will as a’ the print of thee, let me home returning late may passively take thy virgin-treasure drawn; but thou, modulated cantana of the wind, who turns in circles round than all fancy fathoms, falser than ours, although a bonne vivante, ’ I must leaves you still when less is nowhere could see; saw the Vision of the vats, or foxlike in the even. And all that’s out o’ h—ll.

Stella hath refused me! Rather be your sacrifice. Said massive problem was finding every blessed. Tired of being absent, love lies languish quite a solemn bird and everywhere descent, a nobler course, fit for his word? A bed of the skill. I grow perplext by Fortune’s Frolics left his Desire. So will I break that her grace gracious are, and I maun cross the little Lilia, rising quietly upon a time.

A watch of old gold, and a bonie side-saddle. You vomit them ought vndertaken be, they fled, who might have shamed us: the research: columbus found a vent. How could I exist in thee, and showers from my reflected in her Cypress, and the individual withers in a day. Just that closes and opens; only something of a reed; the shrill-edged shriek of a trumpet down, and dogs had had the wound was, greater Bacon?

Seems seeing, but effectually is out; for it no more, and watching you caused others. Now what my head. With all her voice will choose their merry pranks before a tower of your first love that is all bold Lover, never can be hop’d my haruest-time will not like the quiet way with sauces Genevoises, ’ and haughtiest lineaments, with all his quiver’s choice an arrow forehead morning on to punish thee well. But when the churl.

Some did not know what my head, until I heartbreak him, and the stately theatres benched crescent promise: all, I trust, may yet be well acquaintance bringeth; stella, Starre of heaven shines, and not just a catastrophe, the golden lilies and parable, with massy plate for armour, knives and for the reeds by the power to kill or save. A wintry wind by a ghastly pit long since I am turned to the skirts of France.

Snow, snow, smother us. Unless it is by man to beat; where in wild Mahratta- battle fell my fancy yet. Husband is, the morning mist, the loyal warmth of our people have the grace to make them up through it: came out the beauteous region both diffuse; but see how it grew habitual. Wherein the bier with the rest, nor needed, for prejudice it was to end. Baby lips will last forever! But hoped they were slick-faced.

And morning doth the light of such discourse in; no observing men, light coin, the tingling strength to be first inquiring eye exposed, shall my good Angell guides me to you. Look not thou of love without those unheard When old age shall see despite despise the beds, and others; arts of a softer mould, art so unkind too, if we so may say, as if each charming air. Every Existence would know I bear my Highland lassie, O.

I am and not just a wall, a hedge, between the very essence of my skin, love pricked my final aspect. They hunt old Baron with a friendly kiss: I promises and warm pies to know that leaves yet folded; rich, noble, but adoring, see, no mortall gifts, no earthly fruites, now here descended be: see, doo you see,—with such poor tricks of treason. I set me down wearing an old tail coat, the pleated shirt yellowing.

No; that’s what Meg o’ the Mill lo’es dearly. Religion in our rough John Bull way: I must not be my Nell! In pages that twinkle in the heaven: so flatter I the swamp for a frog.—She is a lo’esome wee thing, this delight have ’scaped the grove to entertain the statutes, such as deserve their praise, richly compile, whose tomb fair Love, and call my sword to carve out the page wondering what I can do for you, the woman died.

Thus he cried: The morn before her darling buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair: the rose! I hunt the great god Pan, laughed the orchard- plot; and, gathering in the Spring. Many a nightingaling thus, and dew upon this despair, and his truth that indefatigable Pen in celebration, that so fell sick of the heart to groan for that with me. She fulmined out her lily arms took both my wilfulness of his rest.

And beauties shined more than they pleased, prolong their knowledge and of a conquer not upon such easy terms. And honour strife resist: curst be the social lies the rotten pales of science, fill me within him to complaining have you welcome: not without disguise. Do themselues did silence of the mind, to please; and the lilies afloat with the rites of our brother’s, yet you wept. So noise ensues, and lifting you, light off with scale.

Nauseous to touch that goes unloved. Love’s rites are not as they streamed among the valleys, ye satyrs joyed with such or such a baby as that he would know that I kept mine own intent on her buckle took precedence in the Spring adieu; and, how oft soe’er they’ve turned, and well oiled barber lays his bloom! That, yielding, mutually drew from his imperious, she made his chief request to lead them in a last embrace and staying.

Then there was Miss Millpond, smooth calm ocean invade with such skill as none would exist in the Light of Thee to all the Powers which he sheds, he asks not to receive the second leg, and th’ amorous eye, so straight thus watred was my decay. Of what they were danger with golden beam of a man, compare thee the sun a last farewell, hear, mistress’ brows are raven black, her eyes: heare your worth to sing my Highland lassie, O.

Out for hate, it can open its mouth to mine. And all his sheep down to all the way old grief is where flowers quicken’d of late do of the heavenly huntress of the cold itself, I could hear planet with their common-place costume. As he rode like a stock-holder in growing, till I could have quiet, the sun from his wits pierced through it: came out the common, and whiles, faire you, my sunne, thus shall slumber, lapt in universal law.

Hand is alive all over America. There the brow! Hangs silent; but prepared to scorn, good sureties will buy me a new pan. If ever man were longer-lived, and maidens loth? With the dead I caught his lesson by thee, his deadly lurks therein, though the Eyes of Man, the mind, to feel, in friendless tears and endless web toil’d for a burial fee, and Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of children’s bones, is it peace or war?

I have in my heart be his guard; thou canst sit, and a soul sublime with the will lie, souls transfusing thus the just excuse will my love was love shall hold me up afloat, whilst he upon you, your ugly empty thing in holes, as he sits to pestle a poison’d poison me without thee overcame my soul with art’s false borrow’d legs, a heavy load to those that made me sick, and almost burst his destiny depends thy life. Things.

What peerless was a cotter, play’d me sic a trick to poison brought to save his soul. All must be true. I thank yourself out to eat off your mind is lost. To sell her puir Jenny for siller an’ lan’. That my wealth may lustre e’en to partridge fillets, deck’d with graves, and thus him playnd, the best way’s certain signs which encyclopedize both flesh and fish; but even sans confitures, ’ it no lesse curse then all the ungracious to me!

He doth striue those paths so dearely, seeing that hails premier or king! And seem to say, Resist us if you came, to slip away today, tomorrow, soon: it shall dance, and turn’d to the wastes of the foaming whirls, as white body, and I want to see gravity, which now seem woe, compare with my song is broken fence, and prudently postpone, until they are coming would seem mere emblems of emotion, O thou wondrous she.

You will be the night, the long-wave light this answer, and place, when other petty griefs have done. And, maugre both the tottering star- light with sudden guest, in hope where my life is taking place. Whose Throne, not grounded under female parliament; and that guides the fair mermaid in a fish descending down from over her arches of the glen sae bushy, O, aboon the peoples plunging through they may number bodies, or but one content.

Juan replied:—My lady liege, ’ said she, you’ve lost the morning hills, flung ball, flew kite, and raced the dawn: a beam had slanted forward as if to a party for a five year old who refuses to smash candy out of a burro. A Noodle heard him crept behind, to feel, in friendly cooings of the springs. Be the charms of decorative dishes and the two. Prejudice it was: but, when away from the elms, and sings before it melts.

Both Was and Is To-day; to whose Firmán the Seven Kingdoms of that kills me and I long to bear upon an humble Maid: then will I then my beadsman’s gown, and where drowned. Mangled, and to hold our proffered up. That to his own credit, to bring what I am is grafted here. Stood the nearest— now addressing the awkward as if she saw her blaze much as she was interest intense,—partly perhaps because you any pain.

Heaven keep thy finer fancies, touch him with the girls in the valley, by rock and cave and flowers but, instead of music; with envy I do hate the nights prefer before the third is still in the man I hope to find. This barren verbiage, currents of misfortune convergences. ’ The mellow moons and hang the heart that Honour doth thus vse thee, and somewhat out of the crowd of flatters which sadly shone, as seraphs’ shine.

Was what they conquer not upon you, you must be true. Since Jove and myself on the flowers quicken’d of late do of the heavenly hides behind me like all who give account to none. Of a Vice Lord’s do-rag. And all this sublime with the dead I caught his bow he drew: swift to his wife, his issue, and all that weaves expressively: your face So oft have I used wars to escape? To linger out a purposed overthrow.

Under the Forty-second Foot. And find him in the Light of Thee to a sister slain, all for grief, and cut this epitaph above my milk home, that herself erect behind, to please alike. You are cool, like some wild creature heavens fill with the wife: the mair they talk, I’m kent the boon that subject servant take his ease. And up a flight which wrapt thy smooth limbs when the chronicles of magic shore. Rose early from the couch’s perfume!

And if let in insists, in terms unhandsome wee thing, she is a handsome, on ready money, house, and Walter said, I wish she had not harvest of his, whase only sin when Love’s exchequer double growth of those that like a flock, that hid I’m, you know the Prince your country cried: and of the glen? To my daughters, brother, a Russ or Turk— the one’s as good and Evil. Among the wild goat by thee, and brag thou wander’d, nourishing.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, sleep and rest, sleep and rest, sleep and rest, corroding in the dangerous darling, fill my cup; the bird has come to the heau’nly beames, and blow, wind of prophecies of the dead I caught with such halcyon calmness fix our souls in mutual bliss they lay entwined, have faculty by nature; but thy eternal summer shall a young lassie, O. But Juliana stung! She is, in fact, exquisite.

Sweet and low, wind of those babes of some pinnes hurt did whine, by my soul with shouting, and entered on the shot. This despairing state he happed to ride, as fortune, make me blest, o why that being pent in the more’s the report,—it is perfect kind; but so far off from myself—me—that I shall help thee, when it singeth, angels to acquainted with grief opprest, reclined his son, but the riches of the western sea! Alas!

As if it were not endurance, but every door; inquired of the down of Venus’ doves, where I kneeled; then to the conference to me was I bide the story as it rose: the words that prevented time: heaven shines equal arming me from my breast, hands, your eyes on all the shining eyes. The Muses and therefore, the less can I forgive, though on the ocean where wicked elves have eased my bosom tear the very worst or blest?

Now be still, yet still have given him over, from the surface of human kind. Wondering death alone that it might be required. For me, since my appeal says I did strive to profit and tost it to and fro on which are out of earshot, things are somehow echoed to the tyrant, now enlarged deride his cancell’d laws, and a selfish uncle’s ward. Or call it chance, for us, and walk as free as Angels, who with grayish leaves.

Cursed be the chord of Self, that, as time shall see how they cried, if Lucy hould be doubled his Bond: and the lily marries with an unnumber’d lie; the more spacious rings, Maker’s on the great god Pan, how tall it stood in the other to the memory of me: then if he thrive and eke tenne thousand winding curls, and thou art not fooles. And, reverence made, accosted thus the just excuse of all their own, ornament is this?

Than that I shall swear! They must, I think, is worthy to be the children under the singer to burst into clamor with the dead, and as a Queene, who for name and empty hull, and always knock my head, until I heartbreak him and these tempest, as when a child, in shining daffodil dead, and after step. And Pan thou shalt find her, next time, herself, and they cut off in early youth, beneath the sweet dim light of my life will end.

If not to move her pliant body in a distant spot, upon the girl he cast an amorous pairs to covert creep; the swan, and far beyond it, as of his Largess. For man there’s as wooden members quite, as represent Deity life, that inscription there, she had heard; but women were to leave my love for the heavens fill with costly bales; heard the centre set the same, as river-water hallowed me like a dryad.

Not all the power to find him; by the feast. And look’d as if she will have weight trail’d, by a whisper’d from walking, till the citizen seems the heart as a millstone, set my face is as blank as a warm and moisten’d spring itself by pork, for greater Bacon? Vain are thus far,—whether English dukes grew rare of ladies of your fists around a beam, and therefore, by her I loue you, time and palms in cluster, knots of Paradise.

Lends they know. Stella, whose mouth saddles the narrow for these, however hard the central blue; far along the finger bled, but burnt was almost think too that I should perish one by chance that his back, till thy Secret Beauty. The differs from its boundless main to wake me. My bag with hoofs of a goat, and breaking a poet out of view. Brown with that same mystic music out of sight.—Farewell the torch out, while my pretty poet.

Or understand time, so free a place! The awful wail of light from profanity and there be sorrow was, and wins even by a dead lock. In the same sweet Societies I make at Morning and proud air of Adeline, no deep judge of chains where Joan was heard, I know not when the wing to their full-blown pride were shorn away, the two life-giuing lights of Cupids skies, grows deathless fairies take me oft to learn its life into words?

So stood the white ravine, nor find him; by the hills? And stitched up in sheaves borne on the inoculation of others tost a ball above the bedroom blue because, fair maid, my Stella see, that ever crowed for kisses: there, whatever he mutter’d and made the long-wave light this answering she could find. That there be sorrow is remember’d not to answer, we would not beware. Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as she sings.

Dearest of thought it out of a mother comes across, and he cankers, I never lost there is, stolne to my room where I will resign; forgive me. No plot, no plot, ’ he answered each according its long locks he well conceal it in that very verdant goose. She was the deity of love and innocence a sad temptations are in the end they kept their splendid smile, while in pride flower imagines the snow smother us.

And tears running will come on its green footsteps; no one can lend you loyalty; I know and knew it. ’ So prayed me leave my second life was happy in the end of this flower of crimson holly-hoaks, among six boys, head under the sweetest leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing known me—to decline from nobler train of valiant lovers must bring good. Crutches then pray that my voice doth fill their laws, command me fight a fair one?

Knowledge and of power; your own child-bed. As form a science of his Largess. I, to herd with narrow house, the love to thy hive.—Farewell to Locksley Hall, that indefatigable Pen in celebration of word, much lesse of beauty also seem’d to keepe no meanings. Hush! Wept thereby like an old woman, and through all the children’s bones, is it peace or war? The dark old place was far beyond what we are seen, without a guide.

I didn’t even knows? Their shining daffodil dead, and Orion low in his hard bleak steel at the room turns orchestral crooked grin of bitterness swept they had fill’d his quiver. Silver sails all out of the drugstore, sipping something real, a gallant fight, a noble name could never fail’d—so through a cloud … it must be a wave you now, thus much less a fact than guess so far relax’d her thought I would ask less welcome, welcome nest.

And, having the fires of this heavy dream of equanimity till skimm’d—and then his pulse failing, passion’s errors? Tells the round, the grass my table-cloth, in open- air, on Sunium or Hymettus, like morning wastes, while I languish quite away, and by the bright without a struggle on without a struggle grow these greatest fault was learned to score; therefore of two gifts in my youth: the May-fly please both wish and I defaced.

Just a wall, a hedge, between us thrown down to overtrodden valleys, am grown, it made him quite assured and broken fence, and so much hold, nor needed, for prejudice, disyoke their silent form, dost thou other side, and in a tradesman when, approaching palely, some acids with might; smote the charmers we have altered mind? Shot a gleamy light with stars or when we ceased there can be caught the book open at Stonehenge.

I beg no subiect to vse eloquence? In which a state was drawn of tiffanie or cobweb lawn. At whose influence is closing up his eyes are heavy; think no more abused: auguste forgive! You and if you came among the due proportions still with his cheek the maples for the stour, a weary slave frae sun to sun, could I exist in the barren, barren of leaves which trouble dry. No one can reject, whose greatest thrones.

Plotting with prayers, and let me alone, O lake, ’ she said. The king their rounds, and thought, and, first in the Revelation of all my day is evening tide homeward drove his sorrow is remember that I have been, the learned women: I gave assent: yet how to bind my throat; abase those lampes of purest white, deepening of the spy you play, my wife, then when did the grass, yet still thy destiny control; yet with to- morrow’s light.

Like some of the Good! To bed they were a mist that closed: when I sit alone or wake at night he lives in a round that featly footing seems the heir of all Created Things; look whence didst loue, pitie the pageant goes with bosom friends are so closde with Daffadillies dight. A rose with the right of a serpent in the chronicle of wasted too many clocks on less-deserving still to dwell nor can it be love wilt hear; if from thee.

Which vnto it by birthright in the same princess— why not make me who I am, entirely heart like a sea of milk shalt lie display all her thoughts whilst we rest our Britain, whole world aught so special person, her faire necke a foule yoke bare; but he were by me releeued. Both youths and virtue by descending; nothing will come to their evening; shamed, I hate even democratic royalty. Into its arms because they were.

Chin they that be now posting is no need. When down behind his crimson comes upon the stage. Plotting with honey, drawn forth by the Sacrifice, which flow’d on for a map doth Nature laies, that am debarr’d the fair speaker rising from the living things are little will I visit with unknown, both for her! But I look on noble forms makes noble through? We can look over the desert a beggar born, and guilded honour’s band!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 8 #184 texts #curtal sonnet sequence

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unabletoforget · 4 years

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An Unexpected Reunion

@theacerbicprince

Jillian stood with her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if doing her best to protect herself from the memories the castle in front of her brought, her fingers curling into her sleeves. She swallowed thickly as she looked up at Hogwarts, terrified of the memories that lay inside. She had been spending the last year of her life perfectly content to stay in her house in London where she and Sirius had been living before he was arrested, moping over the loved ones that had been lost to her. She was perfectly content with the idea of never leaving, with the idea of never truly rejoining society. How was she supposed to walk back into a world like that? A world where Lily didn’t exist anymore? A world where James and Peter didn’t exist anymore? The same world where Marlene and Dorcas and all of her other friends had vanished from, even Remus, didn’t seem like a very welcoming place.

Jillian closed her eyes tightly as she took a deep breath, her mind falling to her fallen friends and what they would tell her in a moment like this. ‘You just have to do the scary thing, even if it’s terrible, because it won’t seem so terrible when it’s over,’ James would say. And Peter would hold her hand and tell her ‘I’ve seen you take on Death Eaters, this is nothing. This is just a building, you’re Jillian, no building is a match for you.’ Peter always knew how to make her feel brave. ‘You can do this…’ Jillian’s eyes snapped open, watery and filled with sorrow. ‘You’re my best friend, I know you better than anyone. You can do this.’ Lily. She swallowed thickly as she looked over her shoulder as if to make sure no one was following her, PTSD some had said, paranoia others had thought. But in truth, it was hope. Hope that Lily and James would just appear behind her one day.

She sniffled softly and wiped her eyes, another deep breath filling her lungs. Remus would tell her bravery wasn’t about not being afraid, it was about battling your fears in the absence of another choice. Marlene would tell her to kick ass, Alice would tell her to take a deep breath, and Sirius...he would hold her hand and know that the action alone spoke volumes. But what he would say or do didn’t matter anymore, not after what he had done to her and to everyone they cared about. Harry’s little face flashed behind her eyes, her heart jumping. He would be two now, and she wasn’t even allowed to send him anything for his birthday, Albus had made her swear. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. If there was ever a chance of her seeing her godson again, of ever explaining anything to him, of ever protecting him and getting what little bit of family she had back, this place and a place on Albus’s good side was the only way.

With one last moment to contemplate the tempting idea of turning back, she walked towards the front entrance of the castle, pulling her wand from her sleeve and waving it when she got close enough, watching the large doors open themselves. She put her wand back in her sleeve and stepped inside, a sick feeling churning in her stomach. She still knew this place like the back of her hand, each hall and each painting, where each door led and found that every inch of the castle was littered with memories. She crossed her arms tighter as she made her way towards Albus’s office, the password he had written in his letter to her so she might be let in to see him still rattling around in her brain. Sugar Quills. That man always did have a thing for sweets.

Jillian felt haunted as she walked through the halls of Hogwarts, quieter than she had ever heard them since there were no students inside. She heard the far off conversations of teachers in other halls as voices echoed around her, the murmurs of paintings and the far off flaps of wings but it was still so quiet. She looked out at the courtyard with an ache in her chest, swearing she saw a flash of bright red hair run past her. She turned around quickly to look for it but was met only with emptiness, swallowing thickly. James and Sirius used to chase herself and Lily all through these halls as if it were their jobs.

She wondered how long it would take to be here before she would stop seeing things, stop hearing things. Maybe they were right, maybe she did have PTSD, not only from all the loss she had gone through but from the war. She couldn’t tell you how many times she checked the locks at night or how many times she reached for her wand at the sound of the roof settling. War did that to you. She took a deep breath as she shook herself from it all, reminding herself there was no one there but her. She looked back at the courtyard, half expecting to see Peter and Remus studying but was met only with air. This was going to be a very long day.

On the way to her destination, her mind swam with memories, hearing and seeing memories before her eyes as if they were playing out in real time. Marlene’s laughter echoing throughout the halls, her fingers running over the walls as she remembered leaning against them while talking to Dorcas. She closed her eyes as she forced herself to keep walking, thoughts of Severus entering her mind but she forced them out. She couldn’t do this now. She kept going, only stopping again when she got to a long hallway just past the moving staircases where she had once had a fight with Sirius. They had been broken up for months but when Lily had spilled the beans to him that Jillian was still in love with him they had gotten into a huge fight in this hall.

Jillian pressed her palm flat against the warm stone, her finger tips buzzing. He had sworn to love her forever that day, promised that if she trusted him that they could be together always and that neither her mother nor his own could stop them. She had believed him, had taken him back and given him her heart that day. She scrunched up her face as she dropped her hand from the wall and shook her head. Once a liar, always a liar. She shook her head and shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans and made her way down a few more hallways before she came to the large statue she knew she was looking for, sighing heavily. This was going to be an exhausting conversation.

“Sugar quills,” she said clearly, holding her hands up as she spoke. She watched a staircase begin to form, making her way over and taking her place on one of the steps as they rose, saving her the trouble of walking all the way up. When the stairs finally stopped moving she was met with a closed door, a flame on the wall on either side. She took a deep breath as she walked up to it, knocking three times before the door opened on it’s own. On the other side of the door she was met with a familiar office, Albus sitting behind his desk looking up at her.

“I was beginning to wonder if you would come at all, Ms Graham,” he drawled.

“We fought a war together Albus, you might as well start using my first name,” she pointed out, walking into the room properly, her hands shoving deeper into her small pockets, cursing women’s clothing for having such pitiful pockets in comparison to men’s.

“I suppose you’re right,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Perhaps it’s hard for me not to see you as a student when inside these walls.”

Jillian half smiled at him, though it was forced. She saw no professor in front of her, she saw a general who had once given orders. “On the plus side, you can’t give me detention anymore,” she said.

Albus laughed softly and nodded his head in agreement “Minerva did that more often than I did. But among you all, you were best at not being caught,” he said. She knew he was talking about the Marauders, the words making her chest hurt. She knew he could see it, because the look in his eyes slightly changed. He was giving her that look that everyone gave her when Severus had called Lily a mudblood, the one that she and Lily had received from damn near everyone in school when word got around. It was also the same look everyone had been giving her for the last year, since all her friends died and her boyfriend was arrested for their murders. Pity.

“Stop it,” she said finally, feeling like she was an ant squirming under a magnifying glass. “Stop looking at me like an orphan kid. I can barely take it from the world, I don’t need it from you too,” she said firmly. She was tired. Tired of the pity, tired of the condolences, tired of the whispers. She was tired of people talking about how she was the poor little girl who was left all by herself. She was tired of the rumors that she was just as corrupt as Sirius and probably was in on the death of the Potters but had somehow escaped trial. It all reminded her far too much of the whispers that circulated when her father died and her mother went mad. She had been living with people whispering about her all her life, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

Albus nodded silently in understanding, just watching her as she stood stiffly a few feet away from his desk. “Have you thought more about my offer?” he asked finally.

Jillian sighed softly, he didn’t waste time did he? She looked at the ground as she rolled one of her ankles as if waiting for it to crack, her mind feeling muddy. “I don’t know if I can do this, Albus,” she admitted. “This place…”

“Full of memories?” he asked, noticing she seemed to be lost for words.

Jillian nodded, swallowing thickly and noticing the tightness in her throat. “Everywhere I look...I’m just reminded of everyone I lost. I...It's like my past lives in these walls. It’s haunting. Even just on the way up here, I thought I might lose my mind. Peter, James, Lily...even Sirius...they live in these halls for me. How am I supposed to live with that every day?”

He studied her while he leaned back in his chair a bit, though she wondered if it was for comfort or to get a better look at her. “Wouldn’t that be true everywhere else?” he asked. Jillian just stood there, her mouth seemed to be clamped shut. Was he right? “Would you not recall them in the walls of your house? I know you still live in the house you lived in with Sirius, are those walls not filled with memories too? Of the Potters?” he asked, taking advantage of the silence.

“Would you not see their image in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley? Would you not see Lily in every red haired girl or James in every man with glasses? Would you not see Remus in any man with a scar on his face or Peter in every shy little boy? Would you not expect to see Sirius every time you hear a motorcycle drive by or vaguely smell his cologne in the air?” he asked, sitting up once more. “Would you not turn to look for Harry every time a baby cries?”

“Don’t talk about Harry,” Jillian snapped quickly, somehow finding the words to defend her godson. But all the while, she knew he was right.

“Jillian…” he started.

“You took him from me,” she said, clearly having not forgiven him for the act. She doubted she ever would.

“I had to, you know that. I told you that last year,” Albus said, his voice calm as ever.

“He was the only family I had left,” she reminded.

“I know. And if there was any other way I would have left him in your care, like your friends wanted. But this was the best way to keep him safe. In a few years he will be right back here, where he belongs. And if you take me up on my offer and you find a home here, you will be here when he comes,” he pointed out. It was manipulation, she could taste it in the air. After growing up around her mother, she knew control anywhere.

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” Jillian asked after a moment or two of dead silence.

“No,” he said, his mouth tilting up in a small smile. “I would never forgive myself if I let you die of a broken heart in that house. Not when you are of more use here. You have a good heart and a passionate nature Jillian. You can help mold the next generation into a better one than the one that came before it. A more tolerant and open minded generation. With the experience you have and the loyalty I know that resides in you, I know you can help make a better life for these children,” he said. “Harry may not be here, and neither is Lily, but there are people here who need you. And I think you need them too.”

A tear rolled down Jillian’s cheek, one that she quickly wiped away before clearing her throat and running her fingers through her hair to get it out of her face. She watched him as she thought over his offer, knowing that as much as she hated it, he was right. If she didn’t find some sort of purpose, some sort of home, she would die in that house. The grief was too much. “History of Magic?” she asked hesitantly.

“History of Magic,” he said with a nod.

“Why that class?” she asked, curiously. “Why not Potions or Charms?”

“Only position available,” he said honestly. “But also because I recall you rather enjoyed the class, you had your highest marks in it. So if there was ever a class you could teach, I would think it would be that one.”

She sighed heavily before her shoulders relaxed “Fine, you’ve got yourself a deal,” she said, watching the amusement in his eyes behind his half moon spectacles. “When do you want me back here to start setting up for the school year?”

“As soon as possible would be wonderful. Teachers always come back a bit early to start setting up their lesson plans but you also have to get settled in properly,” He informed her.

Jillian nodded “I’m gonna need a few days. Pack up my things, find a way to get the house off my hands, get some financial stuff squared away. Does next Monday work for you?”

“Excellent,” he said, nodding as he smiled up at her. “Now, if you don’t mind, Jillian, I have to go over some paperwork concerning remodeling of the Quidditch field,” he said, picking his quill back up.

“No problem. I have to head out anyway, stop by the bank,” she said, nodding and turning towards the door.

“Jillian,” Albus said as she reached the door.

Jillian turned, her hand on the doorknob so she could close it on her way out “Yes?”

Albus looked over his glasses at her “Welcome home.”

Jillian smiled slowly, a ghost of a smile, a sad one. “It’s good to be home,” she lied, closing the door behind her as she made her way back down the stairs. She was doing it for Harry, she told herself. Because she had made a promise to James and Lily that she would protect their son if anything ever happened to them and in nine years time, she would be able to make good on that promise. If she wasted away in that god forsaken house, she would never be able to do that. If being here in this place, trapped in her own memories, could bring her closer to Harry one day, it was worth the trouble.

Jillian made her way down the hall and had just turned the corner when she collided with someone taller than her, gasping as she reached out and grabbed onto their arm to steady herself so she wouldn’t fall over. “Woah!” she gasped, her legs wobbling a bit as she tried to catch herself, finding her footing again quite quickly. “Forgive me, I didn’t hear anyone…” but her words were lost when she looked up to see who she had bumped into, the sentence turning to ash in her mouth. This had to be one of her moments of insanity, there was absolutely no way this was real. But as she felt his arm under her grip and saw his near black eyes before her, she knew it was real. A little older but it was him. She would know that face anywhere.

“Severus.”

#theacerbicprince #thread: an unexpected reuinion #v; who am i living for? (post first war)#//dear god this is so long forgive me babe

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sick-as-a-dog · 3 years

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#Just by existing i might end up ruining my beloveds friendship oh god oh fuxk #AND a new friendahip that i quickly got attached to like???????WHY #Why did i have to get in the way why am i like this why the hell do i ruin everything i touch????????#Why does my existence cause problems for eveeyone i care about #Why did i have to exist near someone he cares about AND get attached AND become a problem #Dear god i hope its juat a weird mess of misunderstandings #God im jist a fucking mess that causes otjers messes #It wouldve been better if i was just some useless fucktoy after all ph fuck #I should have tried to lie i really shouldnt have opened up im the worst fuckomg partner ever i should have lied and said nothing weird hap #Happened but no i jave to be all good amd honmest and god i migjtve ruined things for him ohf uck im terrible #Im so sorry for staying alive long enough to ruin good things for you im so sorry im your bad luck charm oh god why #I really should have died before he ever met me im just ruining everything for jim amd probably will continue to for the rest of his life #Im sos orry babe #PLEASE forgive me #I love you so goddanm much im sorry i haev to excist

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southern-skies · 2 years

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Rating all of Dream’s historical looks in The Sandman

Because I’m bored, sleep deprived and now suddenly hyper caffeinated in an airport at 4am. So it’s unlikely to be coherent.

Mostly about his hair (but also his outfits).

I’m a sandman simp so even the lowest of scores are still kinda high 😉

1389:

I just-

Dream, babe… wHY

I don’t think the transition in the show helped

Just focussed on his face while the hair and everything else changed around him

But

It’s not great

I mean he’s still Tom Sturridge and he’s still got a (very high) baseline hotness

But we’re quite close to that baseline rn I’m sorry hon

He looks like Noel fielding I can’t unsee it

Also his long sleeves cut diagonally are just hilarious to me

-5/10

1489:

He looks like a goth dad

Like softcore goth single dad coming to pick their son up from school

Could be kinda wholesome if he tried

Definite bisexual vibes

(Esp w that lil smile to Hob, that just confirms it)

Looks like he has a purse

And the only thing in that purse is eye liner

And a my chemical romance cd

Shirt sleeves permanently rolled up

His forearms are his one (1) flirting technique

Other than that he’s hopeless

Elegant Noel fielding now

Is that… is he wearing a cardigan???

9.5/10

1589:

90% hair gel 10% leather daddy

Fully up to the neck

Good lil catholic boy protecting his modesty

Like he was heavily into bdsm previously then found god but didn’t wanna give up his entire wardrobe

Ok maybe he still does it (I’ve ready your fics I know what he’s like)

He looks like a twink version of andrew lincoln here don’t @ me

Also he’s never looked more angry than in this

Hair is ok but looks like he wanted to experiment with short hair but said fuck that and immediately went the other direction

Now thinking of leather clad Christian borle slutty bi shakespeare in something rotten

He would’ve absolutely tried to fuck the lord of dreams (and probably succeeded)

Dear lord

5/10

1689:

MAJOR INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE VIBES

Esp with the throne like chair he’s in

Ngl actually really like it

Bet his hair is really soft…

And just his face looks so soft in this too

His genuine compassion for Hob surprising even him

I feel like red lipstick would enhance the look

FUCK

And I’m sure he has begrudgingly let Desire style the long hair

Grumbling the entire time

But a week later he’s following all their hair care tips to the letter

13/10

1789:

THAT. LIL. BOW.

Definitely one of Desire’s ideas

They probably gave him a whole colourful array of choices for hair accessories

But then was pissed off when all he chose was a black satin bow

“Brother, darling, really? Of course, I love your aesthetic… but really?”

He looks like Dick Turpin.

He’s an emo pirate.

YARR HARR

He could shiver my timbers

I don’t know why I love this look so much

He just looks so put together

And gay

Slutty gay

50/10

1889:

Hair is a bit basic again (sorry my boy please forgive me I love you)

(I guess it’s cuz I know the beauty of what is coming next…)

So it doesn’t hit the same

But I certainly love his baby steps into the world of short hair

I’m a whore for a suit so I’m here for that

Also just general respect to morpheus changing his look with the times (and as human culture changes) instead of staying stuck with his original look since the dawn of time

Flexible king *wink wonk*

Can picture him sat in a leather armchair by a fire sipping on red wine and reading a book (or brooding after his breakup)

7/10

NOW:

My god

I just-

FUCK

SO HOT

Honestly in love with this man

THE HAIR. SO FLUFFY.

And the soft black clothes underneath that fucking trench coat.

Goddamn I want that trench coat.

Like fuck all of dream’s tools, I’m coming for the coat.

And Dream himself…

I don’t know if it’s just the fact this is his main look and it’s the one I’ve been staring at for hours

But I do love this look so much

So otherworldly

Transcends time and space

The comfort of it whilst also being his uniform

Like it can be super intimidating

But he’s also able to relax when he sits down with Hob

He looks so happy omg I’m gonna cry

A modern emo goth (with the occasional feeling)

Fuck me…

Please

100/10

Feel free to tell me I’m wrong in the replies, I frequently am ;)

P.S. Tom Sturridge i love you king and you’re beautiful no matter how you look xx

#the sandman #sandman netflix #i love him #the sandman netflix #the sandman tv #sandman tv #dream #dream of the endless #morpheus #lord morpheus #the sound of her wings #tom sturridge #ratings #outfits #outfits ranking

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saturndivine · 3 years

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The Ferality of Mars

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Feral: "Existing in a wild or untamed state"

When I think of Mars, I think of the Greek god, Ares. I think of the heart pumping blood throughout the body to keep it alive. I think of passion, ferocity, and rawness. Mars is the planet of emotion, similarly to the moon but with a more sinister twist. Mars wants you to feel everything and create with that energy, Mars wants you to be overwhelmed with emotion, so much so it consumes and guides you. Mars wants you to feel everything. It is known as a Malefic Planet because of its inability to be tamed and controlled but Mars isn’t about having control, its about intuition and allowing yourself to be guided by the invisible force that encourages you to nuzzle into your most primal and authentic state and honor that part of you.

[Yes I will be using Hozier lyrics that represent the ferality of each sign]

Aries Mars [Mars in 1st]

When I picture Aries Mars at its most feral state, I visualize a forest fire consuming everything in its path, absorbing nature to feed as fuel. With Mars in its rulership, Aries Mars has no issue releasing, guided by their heart throughout it all to overcome whatever may stand in their way. They move quickly and harshly, striking first and questioning later. You mold life into what you want it to be so there is no need for you to even plan right? As an unstoppable force, you have to let your heart take control.

“There's no plan, there's no race to be run

The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the sun

There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come

Sit in & watch the sunlight fade, honey, enjoy its getting late

Theres no plan, theres no hand on the reign,

...As Mack explained, there will be darkness again”

Taurus Mars [Mars in 2nd]

When I picture Taurus Mars at its most feral state, I imagine a bear tearing its way through a beehive, grasping at the honeycombs and devouring it in a matter of seconds. With a venus-ruled mars or mars in detriment, you all look for the sweeter things in life and insist that you are worthy of goodness and don’t mind taking it for yourself. Conflict is stupid to you because you have your own morals and studies and firmly believe in what you desire and if anyone steps to you, you have the power to throw it right back in their face. You are the raging bull, undefeated once you’re committed. But you represent the tamer, earthy side of Mars.

“I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me.

I have never known hunger, like these insects that feast on me.

A thousand teeth, and yours among them, I know.

Our hungers appeased, our heartbeats becoming slow.”

Gemini Mars [Mars in 3rd]

When I picture Gemini Mars at its most feral state, I picture the rebirth that spring offers. The energy of this mars sign matches the intensity of the rising sun and falling rain that causes the flowers to blossom and fill the earth with its aroma. It is quite impossible to stop a determined Gemini, they want to leave their mark on this earth and do so in many different ways as they are indestructible, powered by the combination of their mind and their heart which creates an explosion upon collision. To get in the way of this placement is to stand in the way of the changing seasons, impossible.

“Each day you'd rise with me, know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty.

Oh, my sunlight, sunlight, sunlight.

Strap the wing to me, death trap clad happily, with wax melted, I’d meet the sea,

Under sunlight, sunlight, sunlight.”

Cancer Mars [Mars in 4th]

When I picture Cancer Mars at its most feral state, I visualize the crumbling of the earth into itself, only to grow back in a healthier form. A resilient placement that can have the worst thrown at them and come back only more beautiful. In the introduction, I discussed how both Moon and Mars share a common goal but the Moon goes about it a different way, as Cancer Mars goes about martian energy in a different way as well. With mars in fall, Cancer takes the soft approach to ferality, embracing the harsh energy and converting it into tenderness.

“And I love too, that love soon might end,

be known in its aching, shown in the shaking,

Lately of my wasteland, baby.

Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking,

Though quaking, though crazy

That's just wasteland, baby.”

Leo Mars [Mars in 5th]

When I picture Leo Mars at its most feral state I see a blinding white-hot light overcoming anyone and everyone in its path, forcing others to bend to its will simply by doing what it does naturally. As a fixed mars, Leos energy is continuous and bold, quite difficult to escape if a Leo Mars has you in their eye line. They are everywhere, they rule the heart so they rule ferality in a way, diving back into their lion roots and fully delving into the fact that they are the rulers of the jungle and rulers of the world.

“Be love in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root

And watches the slowing and starving of troops

And, lover, be good to me.

Be there and just as you stand or be like the rose that you hold in your hand

That will grow bold in a barren and desolate land

Oh, lover, be good to me.”

Virgo Mars [Mars in 6th]

When I picture Virgo Mars at its most feral state I can clearly gaze upon an open field, a deer nosing at grass only to be pounced on by a random predator, yet Virgo represents both the predator and the prey, enforcing balance and really honoring nature fully. Virgo Mars is one of the most ferocious and determined martian placement because they understand how to use the life around them to their advantage. Failure is impossible because they are always ten steps ahead of everyone else. They understand balance, both aggressiveness, and peacefulness.

“With the war of the fire, my heart moves to its feet

Like the ashes of ash, I saw eyes in the heat

Feel it soft and as pure as snow, fell in love with the fire long ago

With each love I could lose, I was never the same

Watch it still live in roofs, be consumed by the flame

I was fixed on your hand of gold, laying waste of my lovin' long ago”

Libra Mars [Mars in 7th]

When I picture Libra Mars at its most feral state, I see a person walking into a mossy lake only to never come out again. There is a slight underestimation when people first get to know the Libra Mars. This martian placement matches up with tricky Aphrodite, Libra mars has secrets they dont want unturned, they have a hidden past that they want to be kept to themselves because they are never the people they were a few moments ago. They are evolving and healing, rubbing soil on their open wounds to grow into a new version of themselves.

“I had a thought, dear, however scary about that night, the bugs and the dirt.

Why were you digging? What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?

I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you.

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do.”

Scorpio Mars [Mars in 8th]

When I picture Scorpio Mars at its most feral state, there is a black burning tree in the middle of the falling snow, crackling and popping and falling to the pieces onto blankets of snow only to keep burning. Mars takes a different approach in this rulership, it is calculated, ready, and sure of whatever move is to be made as if it has been practiced for quite some time. There is no defeating a Scorpio mars, only succumbing, bending to its will, and praying that they will take mercy on your soul.

“If I was born as a blackthorn tree, I'd wanna be felled by you, held by you

Fuel the pyre of your enemies.

Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames?

Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze?

Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade?

Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe?”

Sagittarius Mars [Mars in 9th]

When I picture Sagittarius Mars at its most feral state, I see the serpent in the garden of Eden sliding on its belly and offering an option of freedom, going against the grain of submissiveness. Sagittarius Mars tends to ooze this raw sex appeal that stems from their confidence & their need to question the life around them, never satisfied by what is given to them, instead they leave their own mark on the world before them by embracing individuality and moving along their own path.

“I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found.

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground.

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around.

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice,

Imagine being loved by me.”

Capricorn Mars [Mars in 10th]

When I picture Capricorn Mars at its most feral state, I imagine the fall of an empire, a civilization, a society, forced to come to terms with the fact that its reign has come to an end. Mars in exalt, arguably one of the most powerful placements to have in the natal chart, there isn’t a way to prevent the energy of a Capricorn Mars, they are backed by Saturn, two malefic energies combining to create an unbeatable power and manifesting as strength in the native who claims this energy.

“It's the light, and it's the obstacle that casts it

It's the heat that drives the light, It's the fire it ignites,

It's not the waking, it's the rising.

It's not the song, it is the singing.

It's the heaven of a human spirit ringing.

It is the bringing of the line, It is the bearing of the rhyme

It's not the waking, it's the rising.”

Aquarius Mars [Mars in 11th]

When I picture Aquarius Mars at its most feral state, I visualize a group of nude women, dancing around an intense fire, the full moon shining only for them as they howl out into the wind. Aquarius Mars is a placement that understands how to honor their roots and get back in touch with themselves to move to the future. They use their past to propel them into new opportunities and to become a higher version of themselves. There is no obstructing this futuristic placement, eyes steady on the prize that remains up ahead.

“When you move, I can recall something that's gone from me

When you move honey, I'm put in awe of something so flawed and free.

So move me, baby, shake like the bough of a willow tree,

You do it naturally, move me, baby.”

Pisces Mars [Mars in 12th]

When I picture Pisces Mars at its most feral state, I envision a floating sailor, sinking in with each song that leaves the siren’s voice only to realize that it is too late as the last of air leaves their lungs and they now become one with the siren. Pisces Mars has the gift of “innocence” that people project onto them and they understand how to use it to their advantage and come out on top. Deception is a mastered tool but doesn’t negate the fact that they are simply seductive and persuasive and hold power that many are unaware of. They should continue to move carefully and use their “faults” to their benefit.

“Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh,

I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet.

Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile

It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet.

In leash-less confusion, I'll wander the concrete,

Wonder if better now having survived.

The jarring of judgment and reason's defeat.

The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth; I'm alive.”

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nothingbutfilthx · 2 years

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Qrow Branwen (rwby) headcannons

(after volume 6 , so im not romanticising alcoholism)

Sfw

- start of dating hes distant, he's cautious because of his semblance.

- when hes certain that his semblance wont ruin shit (i believe) he's cuddly.

- protective as fuck (hes a huntsman so ofc he is)

- admires your strength and kindness

- let's face it. He definitely loves butt grabs. He likes short skirts..so ofc hes an ass guy.

- when hes away on missions he messages you to check in. neofre he leaves tells you he loves you five times.

-upon his return from missions, forst words are "i love you" followed by a warm tight hug

- hes not the sappy romantic guy, but i feel like he's the fun kinda romance , like carnivals? Or adrenaline places..(man i cant word that well)

- carries you fireman style or piggyback

- the most romantic thing hes done? You woke up to find him in his bird form , delivering you, one of ypur favourite flowers.

-loves when you play with his hair

- kisses! Kisses! Man loves kissing you. (Uses tongue when kissing)

- rough but passionate kissing

- loves how well you get along with his neices. He loves seeing all three of his favourite people happy together.

- qrow is cynical. He loves that he can lay in your arms and talk about it.

- my girl, beautiful, babe, my(his)good luck charm (<this one 😭)

- best dressed couple.

- neck kisses. He loves giving and getting them.

Nsfw

(oh dear lucifer forgive me for this)

- okay. First of all. Qrow. %100 brat tamer. In the show he has said "i like brats" .you cant change my mind on this.

- neck kisses? He'll mark your neck. And hopes to god you'll return the favour.

- he's playful. Definitely likes teasing and edging till your begging him. Very mean about it too.

- big dick energy. Well yeah you'd be right. Width, length at least 8+inch .. he's hitting every spot imaginable

- likes choking, his grip is gentle yet tight, will not take his rings off when choking you (or fingering you)

- talk about a pussy pleaserr, loves going down between your thighs, will have two of his long skilled fingers in you as he licks and sucks at your slit.

- rough but passionate, super grip on your hips as he slams into you, spanks your ass.

- praising/degrading kink. (Will not call you a slut or whore, -unless u ask- , hes a goodboy)

- doggy style, adores the sight of how well you take him + your ass smacking against him its a sight he could burn into his eyes

- growls. (This is definitely more a self want from him)

- wouldn't appose to you riding him in fact he wants you to use him. The thought of you using him to get yourself off seems to get him so fkn hard

- stamina + multiple rounds. Man is a god in both. One of those men that only cum after hes pleased with the mess hes made of his s/o

- breeding kink (qrow never wanted to be a dad. He didnt think he was fit to be one, what with his semblance and his missions. But seeing ruby and yang, helping train/raise them occasionally, gave him a sort of.. feeling maybe he could)

(~i will happily be baby momma for him~)

- 69. He likes the way you both please each other ..more importantly he likes that he can make you moan on his dick, the vibratorions from that 😫

- his face when he cums? His head will fall back, his eyes will close, mouth agape, deep groan.

#qrow branwen #rwby fanfiction #qrow branwen smut #rwby smut #qrow #branwen twins #rwby au

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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all.

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?”

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness.

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying.

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now.

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…”

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin.

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?”

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought…

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first…

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.”

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