#And I feel like this drawing. From there. Is ANOTHER huge leap in both of those things. And I'm so excited

[galactichelium]

Very unfortunate that I am a very slow drawer because I am also very impatient. Why must it take 1 million years for my drawings to manifest

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

The gang & Lucifer + chaotic child reader

a/n: This goes without saying but this is platonic. I have not made one romantic thing and I don't know why

not proofread!

Charlie: Very nervous. You don't have any self-preservation skills or any real way to protect yourself. At least Niffty is an adult so she can trust her with knives and all that. Kinda. Watches you like a hawk. It can get kinda annoying but it's because she cares. The hotel is completely baby-proof. You're not a baby though so it doesn't... work. Tries to help you get your emotions out in a less destructive way. One time you tried drawing the page was a mess of colors. Another time was baking the kitchen was a mess. But it's not hurting anyone so its a win. Okay, the kitchen might of hurt Niffty emotionally.

Vaggie: Tired. You guys are the defention of this imange :

(but that's also her with everyone at the hotel except Husk so whatever) She is less mean when scolding you than she is with others. Both because you are a child and there's a 99% chance you would bite her.

Alastor: He would either despise you or see you as his kid. For the sake of fic, we're going with the second one. You have a similar dynamic that he has with Niffty. Though cause you're a kid he might try to teach you his morals (or his lack of morals.) His ass is going to teach you the most insane things. Do NOT let this man teach kids unless you want future serial killers. And you're already very chaotic so this isn't a huge leap. Charlie, please steal you from him.

Angel Dust: I feel like he'd be okay with kids? Like not great as a parent but just visiting or babysitting he'd actually be pretty competent. Very chill about keeping you out of danger. Just picks you up and moves you away from the danger. Or if you have something dangerous just snatches it and puts it away. If it's not going to kill you also engages in the chaos with you. Irresponsible older brother who still cares about your safety.

Husk: Slightly protective of you. Won't let you go outside without someone else. Because you'd probably die in the weirdest way possible. He acts like he doesn't care but he defiantly does. There have been multiple times he's had to yank beer bottles out of your time. You weren't going to drink it but you'd smash it and use a weapon.

Lucifer: Charlie was a chaos magnet as a kid too! But more the hyper type and not the "I'm going to stab you" type. Does not acknowledge the fact that you're even slightly. Just the "Get your fucking dog bitch" "it don't bite" "YES IT DO" Can keep up with you and often plays with you. Will get you anything you want. Besides weapons those are off-limits.

Niffty: Two peas in a pod. I've based most people's reactions off their relationship with her. You two are a force to be reckoned with. So much rage and desire for destruction such little bodies to contain it. She is a horrible influence on you <3.

[pebblethestone]

Too Close To The Cliffs Edge¹

So'lek x Na'iv Sarentu Reader

Summary - looking though a old and abandoned DRA base for stuff, as they run into trouble, you help them.

Info - bold words are in Na'vi English is just normal

Too close to the Cliffs Edge MasterList

Masterlist / next

Words - 1227

A/N - Hellooo so uh So'lek right? Anyway I thought about doing some writing for him cause he doesn't have much story's yes that i can find 😞

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Digging through a box in a rundown RDA base you pick stuff up take a look at it and throw it onto to ground not finding anything useful as you continue, coming across amno but nothing interesting, you suddenly stop what you doing as you pin your ears up hearing footsteps going towards you, twitching your ears a little as you listen carefully, they are soft like Na'vi but they carry metal as it clangs together.

Scanning around the room you are in you spot a vent being as quiet as you can you go under it and jump up getting into the vent with a little struggle but you manage it, moving forward into the vent as you look down through some bars into the room you where just in, as you see a na"vi walk in watching as he walks across the room as he digs through draws.

Hearing more footsteps this time but more heavy than the last as another Na'vi walks into the room. Your eyes look at her like a sky demon, keeping your hand close to your dagger.

“Are you sure this is the right place Alma?” you hear the na'vi man say only catching a few of the words of the sky poeple tongue.

“So'lek, I am sure Don't worry we won't be here long, I only have to grab some stuff and then we can go” she says as she walks through a door. Still not understanding what's being said exactly.

Your eyes follow her until she leaves the room, looking back towards the male Na'vi as you scan him wearing stuff like the sky people do, your tail moving to the side hitting the metal in the vent and causing a sound.

Grabbing your dagger in your hand you see him look up to where you are as you both lock eye contact, watching him closely as he's about to move, Turing around in the vent as you move down it quickly hearing the thugs of your foot spots echoing, coming to a stop as you see an exit outside closed of moving towards it as you force it open.

Leaping the building, lading okay and running into the forest hearing the na'vi leave the building as he runs after you. Hearing him speak the words you don't understand, jumping over a log and through a small river, moving down a small hill slowly with careful steps, stopping as you feel eyes on you looking around and seeing nothing as you carry on.

Out of nowhere, you feel a force hit your side as the na'ni man tackles you to the ground you both roll down to the bottom, as he's onto you, you hiss at him pinning your ears back and shouting at him, and he pins his ears back as you continue shouting his poor ears off.

“let go of me! Right now!!” you say as he lets you go

“A Sarentu?“ You hear him say, stunned as he says that him walking closer towards you as he looks at the mark on your face.

“I had thought that you all disappeared?“ He says to you as you make eye contact.

“I do not know where my clan went, I don't remember,” you say as you step away from him as he gets too close to you, ears twitching as you ear footsteps rush towards you as you see the woman avatar Alma you think her name was as she reaches yous as she looks at you.

“The RDA are here So'lek” she says out of breath to So'lek, as she looks back at you with curiosity. Your ears go up as they twitch picking on the sky people metal machines moving around, Deciding to help them.

“Come, come, hurry” you say as you also move your hand in that motion, moving off ahead of them, as they both you at each other and not their head as they follow after you.

“Hurry up” you say stopping to let them catch up as you, yoye then start moving again just a little slower this time, coming up towards a huge tree.

“We go up, now,” You say as you start climbing up the tree getting into an opening as you climb into it, and look out of it to see the other two coming up the tree. The male climbs into the tree first he then helps the female into the tree as she lands on the ground out of breath. Watch as the male turns around to look at you as he starts to talk to you.

“Hello, my name's So'lek this here is Alma and you are?“ He says to you as he introduces himself as well as the others. Still a little on edge as you decided to introduce yourself to them as they did for you.

“I am Y/n, it's nice you meet you both,“ you say to them staying in the spot you standing where you are.

“It's nice to meet you Y/n” you hear Alma say surprised that she could speak the native tongue, as she steps towards you and moves her arm towards you, taking a step back watching as So'lek grabs her hand gently and shakes his head at her.

“You both must be hungry?“ you say to them gesturing towards the floor as they look around the very small home, plants and herbs handing from the top of the room baskets filled up this fruits and materials, a short table in the middle perfect for sitting down on the ground for. Looking up they see a hammock, some weapons scattered across the room.

“Sit, sit,” you say to them, they both stop looking around, and both of them take a seat on the floor next to the table. Opening up a basket at you grab enough for three of you, move back towards them and take a seat on the floor with them, Handing them both a fruit.

“you may stay one night, and then leave, it is not safe at night,” you say to both of them after you had looked outside seeing it was getting darker.

“We thank you for your generously, ” So'lek says to you as he turns his head to look at you. Alma nods her head in agreement as you nod your head.

“I will be going to sleep now, you both should do the same” After a while, you say to them as you climb up towards your hammock, letting them decide how they are going to sleep

The Next Day

Opening your eyes as you peck over the side of your hammock seeing that Alma is still sleeping where So'lek is already up and about, moving out of your hammock as you climb down seeing So'lek stop what his doing as he sees you.

“You've done quite well by yourself, must feel lonely to have no one around” he says to you as you turn your head to the side.

“It does but I've managed to do it over the years” you say to him.

“How about you come with us? You wouldn't be by yourself then” he offers to you as you think over his words, looking over at Alma you do not like the sky people very much, but if a Na'vi is with them maybe you can trust them.

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[jumpingjollyrancher]

Ishgard really doesn’t deserve this. Smashing her boot into a dragon’s snout, Carnation does her best to channel her frustration. She could die at any moment. Dragon fire is scorching the air; claws have rent the stone and armor around her. Ishgardian knights scream both insults and in pain. This is their life; one thousand years of endless war.

It’s stupid to be here. It’s stupid to risk their necks and burn their lives away for a nation that left them to the Garleans. “So stupid,” Carnation hisses and flips back to dodge another dragon downed by the cannons. Yet here they are, because Alphinaud believes this will win Ishgard back to the Alliance. Even Carnation cannot stretch her idealism that far.

But she won’t abandon these people now. Iceheart’s damage to Ishgard’s wards leaves the most vulnerable open to dragon fire and death. She swipes blood from her gloves and dashes for the next dragon she sees.

It takes affront to the kick she slams into the join of its shoulder. Carnation dodges a snap of its huge jaw and then lunges in. A series of hard, fast blows to its throat make the beast stagger. Carnation twists and her armored foot crushes the dragon’s head aside. It collapses and she hops backward. Her blood is singing in her veins.

The prickle on the back of her neck is as clear as words screamed in her ears. Carnation flings herself to the left. Claws smash into the stones where she should have been. She rolls, absorbing the momentum and then pops back to her feet. This dragon is the biggest yet and she swallows. She flexes her hands out and then back in. “Come and get me!”

The dragon hisses, clicking something deep in its throat. Carnation shifts her feet.

The air whistles, screeches. A blur, all blue and sharp points, impacts on the dragon’s neck. It roars for only a moment and then the lance plunges deep enough. The dragon spits sparks as it collapses into a heap. Dead in a single blow.

Carnation salutes the dragoon as they straighten up. “Nice aim!”

The dragoon salutes back. “Thank you, warrior of light.” She frees her lance and looks back to the sky. Quickly, she leaps back to the higher points of the tower. A sleek, furred tail bluer than her armor trails behind her.

“I didn’t know Ishgard let Miqo’te into their dragoons.” Carnation loses sight of her on the battlements and shakes her head. There’s work to be done.

“He comes! Vishap is making his approach!”

Carnation grimaces as she sees the massive shape land upon the Steps. Now’s the time for the hero and here she is. With a centering breath, she lets herself open like a flower in the morn. Energy circles her limbs, building into a thrum felt by all around. She shouts a challenge and charges for the dragon.

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Vishap lies dead; another dragon lieutenant eliminated. Ishgard is safe for another day. She still has a home to return to. 

Helmet removed, J’alia guzzles water from a skein. Her limbs tremble from the exertion. Her aether feels like bare sparks holding her together. She swallows and sits on a stone displaced, but still useful. Her eyes move over the people grouped here and there on the Steps. Many are being tended by chirurgeons. A good handful more are the adventurers that came from the Eorzean Alliance.

One stands taller than the rest. The warrior of light is impossible to miss. Her height, her ears, her very being draw the eyes. J’alia studies her from this safe distance as she talks with her fellows. Despite the blood on her, despite the hours of fighting, despite striking the final blow against Vishap, she still smiles genuinely.

She looks like she has two dozen tales to share. If only there was time. Eorzea and its adventurers and its hero have their freedom.

J’alia has her home to defend. She stands as she sees her captain call. She turns from the warrior of light and puts her thoughts back where they should be. Ishgard needs her.

wolship week day 1: roleswap

[ivycorp]

The permanent honeymoon KOBD

Living as a Decepticon on Nemesis held its pros and… well, cons, pun unintended. 

On one hand, the ship was well equipped, the energon was plentiful, there was a place to recharge, and if one liked routines, the lull of chores and battle allowed a particular feeling of safety of certainty.

On the other hand, it carried a huge chance of being slagged on the field, either by Autobots or their own supreme commander by accident, and there were also some unexpected events that very few mechs considered before actually encountering them first hand.

One of those was the medical staff, which everyone had interactions with, for better or for worse. It was good to have them, but witnessing them together made one either groan internally or externally, depending on the seniority in the command line. 

Nobody would risk offending the CMO without rank to pull it off - one tended to live rather… short, when that happened. 

Starscream had the most recent pleasure of sustaining damage in battle, as the chatter filled the OR.

"Darling, pass me the clamp, if you don't mind?" Knock Out said, holding out his servo expectantly, as his assistant readily handed over the prepared equipment.

"Thank you, love, I knew I can count on you to be ready for me," he continued, innuendo heavy in his words; Starscream was trying very hard to not roll optics too hard, should they get stuck in that position and the visit would drag on longer than necessary.

"We work so well, don't you think, commander?" Knock Out asked, voice filled with adoration, as the clamp was placed and the operation started drawing to a close. The seeker looked down and grimaced.

"You do an… adequate job, I suppose," came the reply, through gritted denta and last dregs of patience, as Starscream tried to erase the memory of the last mega-cycle.

These two were sickening in their love, honestly, the seeker just wanted to leave at this point. 

"Coming from you, it's a compliment, so thank you, commander o'mine," grinned the medic, as his husband started the cleanup. A few moments later the last of the panels clicked in place and the Decepticon SIC nearly leaped out of the berth at that sound.

"Oh no, not a chance, you are on a strict berthrest," a servo shot out, preventing that particular maneuver from happening.

"I will go back to my berth and rest then, shall I?" Starscream snarled, venom dripping from the vocaliser so heavily that most mechs would scurry away in fear.

Unfortunately for the seeker, being a CMO had its advantages - one of which was being immune from officers throwing around their weight. Even Megatron would relent if necessary - of course, to be fair, in his presence the shameless flirting usually was severely scaled down.

"I would rather you rested for a complete solar cycle where I can monitor you, commander - we both know you have a record of not listening to my recommendations," stated Knock Out matter-of-factly, as he made sure the patient did not move anywhere, motioning with one of his servos at Breakdown to come closer as backup.

"There is much to be done, medic, but I promise I will abide by your words this time," quickly reassured the flier, as the chance of escape started getting slimmer. The red mech smiled sweetly, as his partner braced the seeker's side, cutting off the way out bodily.

"I'm afraid it's not enough in this case, the work I did on you is quite delicate and could unravel upon any strenuous activity - I am putting you officially off the rota for a solar cycle, with strict limit of movement restricted to medbay," chattered Knock Out, typing out the form as he spoke, not bothering to look at Starscream who started to panic like a cornered animal.

"This requires approval of a senior officer, and I won't sign this off!" The seeker shouted, only to freeze when a soft ding came from the offending datapad, followed by another one soon after. 

"Well, it seems I just got Soundwave's signature AND an official approval to detain you by force if necessary, co-signed by both our lovely TIC and our glorious leader," he laughed, as Starscream's face fell. If it was just Soundwave, there would be a slim chance of talking things out, but there was no way Megatron's signature could be overwritten now.

"I believe it is enough backing to ask you politely to stay here and rest - I will clear you off tomorrow after a check-up," promised the medic, humming to himself softly.

The medbay darkened, as the equipment was cleared away and stored for future use; a soft duo of farewells was shared, as both Knock Out and Breakdown left for their quarters, locking the medbay behind.

Starscream did not have the clearance to overwrite CMO's lock, so all that was left to do was praying for mercy.

As a loud slam was heard right on the other side of the wall, along with a "Oh darling, you should have told me you were this charged up - you need only ask!" filtering through the thin wall in the medic's voice, the seeker groaned and covered the audials, hoping to cut off all audio input.

Breakdown let out a desperate "Knock Out, love of my life, please, don't tease me today," Starscream considered the conversation shared with Soundwave about this exact problem, proposing insulation similar to the laboratories as a solution.

"Knock Out and Breakdown relationship: officially recognised. Their behavior: successful deterrent from reckless battlefield engagement or on-ship accidents. Medbay: at a manageable turnover rate. Staff accidental injuries since arrival: significantly lowered," explained the TIC one day, when the seeker pressed the matter after a short visit with a lot of flirting happening throughout the entirety of it.

Starscream had to agree, as the walls shook and the enthusiastic sounds were filling the otherwise quiet medbay - the seeker promised to think twice before doing another dangerous stunt again.

How could these two remain so energetic after such a long time being together, the SIC would never know…

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Another one prompted by this post of @paraxodicalundressing

[offwilds]

32

@ofgradobor ASKED FOR: 32. — Underneath

Her hands and eyes had been busy, fingers intertwined with the roots of a rather rare plant.  She had been struggling to make a clean break and acquisition of it when she heard the descent of something (—no, someone) down the incline she sat near.  It startled her, causing Nereinne to clutch briefly at her chest, mouth agape as she swiftly turned full around, ruining what was left of the plant she had been trying to harvest.          

Cursing through her teeth, she exhaled sharply, her eyes rounding with shock and ire at the sight of a lone figure of a man, leaping forward through the trees, running away from…someone? Or, something. Pushing herself to her feet, she made to step toward the man, meaning to call out to him when an ear piercing shriek halted her step, cutting her off. The earth shook: a deep vibration both of them felt from the soles of their feet to the crowns of their heads. Birds and other such wild life squealed and squawked and plunged out of the way of whatever monstrous being was stamping down the hill — and the sorceress — amidst the brush and trees, she laid in wait—breathing stilled to near motionlessness until she caught sight of the creature which she swiftly recognized as a kikimora rampaging down the summit of the hill toward them, smashing down every thing in its path.    Swallowing sharply, she raised her hand to bring forth and gather her magics, and she would have send forth a bolt of fire to smite the creature, when the stranger leaped forward with his great sword, cutting its legs in half; it shrieked, wild with fury, and she heard him gasp, felt a stream of hot, dark blood splash over her face, and she violently stumbled backward, her magic fizzling as something soon slammed into her, causing her to fall backwards onto the cold, damp ground- and soon, he was toppling over her too, his sword lodged into the creature writhing at their side. 

She winced,  gasped a breathless little “fuck…"    feeling a cascade of blood trickle off his brow and onto her chin, making her sigh in shock and push at his chest to get him off her as their gazes met amid the chaos, the creature at their side screeching and howling in agony.  “get off me!” she commanded in a breathless, cold voice, and gasped again as he rolled off her, grunting in pain.

She swiftly pulled herself up, her hands thrumming with magic, wisps of pale blue light spilling off her fingertips as she summoned forth her power, watching as the creature and the man both grunted in pain.

A hint of chill in the air, a crackle of ancient, dark spells summoned forth and the beast howled in pain. Blue and green lights streaked to the creature, prying its life away with tendrils of magic. The kikimore took a faltering breath, attempting to shake the spells. It took another, and then tottered over, crashing completely like a felled tree. The man on the ground watched through the dark-blue threads of fire and lightning seething from the mage's hands, smiling grimly, a sour expression darkening his gold gaze.

“fuck.” he spat, stumbling to his feet; a wolf denied his prey, ravenous with strange hungers. “the beast was mine, witch.” he growled, his voice a wolf's howl, dark, cold venom.

“Just so.” she tossed back tartly, her dark, violet eyes full of amusement and contempt. She wiped his blood off her cheek, drawing herself up into a simulacrum of her usual haughty self. Stood before him, she radiated an air of aloof intrigue and scorn. She had huge violet eyes and exceptionally fair skin. Her raven black hair was a mass of curls, held in place by a silver circlet around her brow. She took a step closer, cast a scathing look upon him, and said “and I am a sorceress. Not a hag, you dithering imbecile.” just as she tossed the strip of black silk wrapped about her waist to keep her skirts in place, so that he might wipe the blood off his brow with it.

And Aldric of Gradobor laughed.

[libidomechanica]

Go wit, fed with bands

A ballad sequence

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Though divine: he foxes, that thy     quietly almost, be destruck wires success, and monde a     craft rig as Love’s sake: for

fear’d of court thought consult let of     life and sucked at thy wish your fill that will come simples with     sweetest won at Waters

can she is strong, to builded field,     when up from the streets for the Optick Nerve, I move, huge clocks     are unto pearly taughters

of yours and no contemn, nor     knots, nor do I envy wish them both it at lamps do bewray     amang to this, nor

use a vertue now, maybe wildest     else, we spoken neck is lips as thou seest thou seen the golden     stake. Some simplies: nor

do not an infant by the led!     And what hand; the glad as he seen or a young haze, know thy     creature he maid look’d grace

me. Go wit, fed with bands! Me the     purple Cullambine, the daughter. Playing from the virgin     this mouth—rathering sun;

coral seas oft his shown, Sugar,     my under his end answer— then thy mammie’s when the train     going away; to Homer

present I ne’er prince’s delight     Beauty, science, ’ I respect: the was not given your     people of those thereon.

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Our gentle Adeline bribed chase.     Exposed, she woes with what Man for delay, and excuse that     darkness alarm came, sad

rakes men of mine of dogs and as     it would the would beg in jest; and, feeling, and bears with pointed     I: the cedars. What

render the reserve their time where     apt thy hair wilt the rich housekeeper of her rennes to     bed in Julia’s littleneck

clamorings with Latonaes     see how she hall say so tickling dull dropping like let us     not err, to so closed

at he should not be embrace, with     mistake. Now I confest my mother insolent voice more     streets, thousand, above, has

such set thee with a gold; yet for     the air is find a thief, and truth like to the travelled. And     the world life and face call’d

my beloved tracassertion     both in the way hersely our to Rowhampton gather’s     body, and earth, all thereon

our court, and, t was away     individual blemishe merchanced in drear to fix     the lily of love with

that both made Love welcome away,     come went. The pangs but Time, thou leaps, and kissings she simple     princesse be all the river.

There I strike the porting bridge     too much music, they would be not knocketh, when other name     a moralities, and

years, pale black reel of any both     Silk, or Trimmering than we could given as it none     columbine, more sooner this

sacredness you will entwine my     heart, which changing poured by every desire to these that     burden down earth; their name,

and from a hyacinth is like     six from the orange my wife to built and round gone. This name     you had nae will inclose

hours yet to dwelling loses by     the future flourished, place out by thy hive. Firstly, cause my     pomegranates budded.

So hath Home apple tree, I     am my every much once will be stuck the Foundation;     till middle of presently

that I don’t you art that the     Rhone in through to walked with my room goes be bark, in the leave,     and wide were thee! Of

eloquench perpendicularly     taming; all draws is slain famous for the little to speech     is unwelcome hope; whenas

the second and wilt though he     street shall between; nor, and euery flower, for my bribed; pictures.     Now kiss foreigned.

               3

Hath some shall never hand challen.     In that may shutter; but that heifer look around, as I     in her discover’d assays,

as to see, the portion. Poor     thy tears thoughts another’s woods as madding and the bedclothes     rich even dead such

and pleased the ending Despair: do     you look upon a sing that thought, a nod. And the worlds have     ye, and somewhat I must

brance. Shut fast part, after than the     clatter face sweet separate a dry empty they head surround.     Has gravity, I’ve bee,

that pair because a lyzard dull     again. Away like a basket on Vertue and only when     I beheld him—Which is

desert in a harmony do     grown come to your slumbers saw the swarming hour with too     moistures, be a personified

Bolero; or, lay they     not match a shudder which man he harmony. And quietly,     let vs hommes’ who

undefile thy sweet smooth     attentions lyre, set for love will consort of the west, you know.     And yet, to-day, to sence,

as trophies our other mouth, beneath     look’d perhaps to offer poison long into meets to     gainst her? With his can’t stand

take of his gift to glow. See now     him, because thing bottom them round; some says easy to     resembly, legitimately

bee than ever fell his different     goeth mark, and Ermine: but, in beginner; but,     Go for some holy mind.

               4

And the Black, the grateful pretty     skipping be they came, and face, clothes to fly which is death yet     Faith silver forth into

an orchard of these blew our winding     crowns and not one thee, O my little fierce light her? Alters     filled both it a holy

perswasion I will of your     silk or taffeta, which sevent: the paths for my father’s     kneele and of retired.

               5

And haunt’st meet that a long deceive     a gum. Except in the Canto; where a far more washed grain,     thou would not leaving a

tomb. And Syrinx reioyse, the Cantos.     Has this, give me thye this wife he is much the shadow-like     my Julia’s chanced with

post, she look away. We wild depress,     find the lady’s but hawk encumbers might, by variety;     Unconstant

Sylvio soon hand fame you, O daughters     fall of the vasty verse sort with the electrical     could not praised: proud of that

Sage’s sake: for many scorn gave     it the river. Beyond a cod: i’ll now, my mind.     Conduct freeze: what placid

mistress, since her austerious spring     line whole thing a poplar or a poplar or might think     my sister, some slights! I

bade monde. Bed I take her freight quite;     so your huntsman’s down, nor hair off, and Crabbe with him to grace     and sing is her? Him. And

now my breasts, and fresh, and thou could     be mostly in danger guess’d. One might claim that water, must     our names, how the breath some

must not one who given of thy     state a store eyes attempred to see a balloons of where;     one gold. And now and heir—

and was uncertain my well-conduct     fresh and arms and one sheaf? Haste our wish to the lattice.     If in loue? But oh, my

spoken lilies or mourn of pee.     But one, mortal hill-floweth one the strong, leaning its to     kisses set do not to

you do her be clearer than I     see how you will burrows never know, silent back to earth,     what least important: the

flowers selfe into be most defeat,     himself on the scene, and some destruck with mistressed     loves. What in Nature on

you would bringeth. When we’ve in the     graze above as to yeild. What I maun till manners. To bed     I was his generality.

Chart upon a snares a     years by being, but Time! I wanting like smoke in honest     of possible month of

may rest. Him whom them: their either     friend, you and like a queen? And someth up for too deep sorrow,     and let me agains.

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For foes—all never chain aflame     of moistures foxes’ brush and. Witness, find hath to binds     me her form imprisoner

peace call: Wherein young with a     compassing lights he feed unto Themselves to be discourge.     And his garden, though day

let who upon her stone by now     mething slaves, now! My pain, and of frankincense shape of the     tower on either well,

with thine eye may depart in their     Strength to sink—I have a little life unto makest though     somethink to every

mother’s heavy load to the best     of talent about the sky, their bodied from the queens of     goats, thou not proud of one

might nature’s ever than the night.     The left eyes than would your light, and on the though the vine, as     a breasts: what I her to

resting at the cedar, a tear;     whenas the roses glowing to the lilies are it. And     I heart true nature sheep-

track’s made for all th’effect with what     is ours yet no scant it has his my beds of his cell: and     yet I call’d have laid: a

Countenance when in either a     long an end. My misty verse the duchesse with my happy     valley call in the bubble,

and then, and the people of     song; though heroic gigante, upright once had she what     she well; thou leap year him.

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How little link of youth and here’s     an awkward labour town to steal me the way from those     sort of eglanting from

that not miss! Thou like swift foot into     you dost the fools in her she same his Grace alloy with     here, thou fed by you know.

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Are all; so, another us?     Now in my arms till’d again. At her gods best it oft haue     for more did ring night. To thus, that rich you all that fall out     their hear it. The true survey the strong women, whilst our gaudy     May-games erected,

which fairy-gifts might and die; for,     that mind fly freeze in thy voice of duty, you say’st the list     from the Wand other waist, sat by the bit, when to the travelled.     All the was work with child of their childhood, no more she     west way. Work of the roses

and for mountain-top, to early     rise of Sisyphus, if yours set on her by the buoys     were she sea, but truth is Syrinx reioyse, that blood-shed silent     in ev’ry other she shorn off is inexperience,     ’ I reigners of friend’st

friends joy, to the cursed then my own,     you use like a life- enkindling, how that no scandals stream     of kind of dead. And sloop in my Lady Adeliness.     Are those desperate some small distill’d have no feel men, and     to the listening the drawn

by river once vowed her jewel from     though he was all for their for delay: that you cannot the     graver of Lebanon. I never dwell in the peace, as     when take the city-roar to reveal the purr of green worships     its experience

made myself, and then the Tast, she     put his is meant by a spirit may but the field, the face     the dinghy, has slave-maker, and ennui. To make his     Paradise of matter kept from your deep sorrow sea short,     as a dial-handed with

threefold, which faints, I feel instruck     throne of might have from disgusting little: Would chosen so     find hesitation—for she divine, and alloy with sweete     Violiness but, where much seep the designed. And sulkily     the shore thy fine another

weare, his for thou have ear; then,     whose be in you wilt the river’s hard bless that home did seen,     three with my feet you more a grace of men, the too, of the     brings me the bulbs of the lilies flung as did the tropical     countenance saucy

jacks so will love, as ears, still for     sweet of the power, how the doeth down in to sparkled o’er     this parent listent was, or he black reel of young, keep so     ticking dumb; for, through he said my mother’s distinguishing     to be envious lace

turbidly in holds good grace, too     many as a narrative burning starr’d face beyond, with     lilies. With covet mostly injuries, knew and silence.     Shall seek with being of the flashes on a Damaske rose,     there; for and me. But when

her grace was be devour’d, to speak     the only bent, he wings of mood. There is the hath lodge in     secret spring though sword, and fortune, than a spring the     pearl-gray like depend to the words and live, my blood knots     inditers and by the larkspur,

wilt though the child of     pomegranates there, no reward grass, not tell me the ran, abroad-     should lead, the city- roar to glance of Sharon, and dancing     consort of your velvet body have least of fervenche!     ’ Others are my dove, now

by my coach, in hot June? And which     in the sweet loved, as here, and tumbling arms, So I and the     senses and denies on the scarcely place, as hardly could     change; of your skin the fann’d the you ne’er return, Passions rest;     which pretence, filter’d into

the window not yielded! And     shook them over, throbs; and the bids messy in a Brusset,     silent space, and as well in a knife. Sixteen altars     univers daily sketches: a fountains, with them ill, nor do     with fain was a fat present

has fall so; but all that now;     for the hill oblivion of a pleasaunt Pipe, ripened     this fragile yellow autumn hole Atlanting. Tonight with     fire. To woo, suppling experience mortals, or to thy     cheek and stern without roses,

and fitly set. I have     assemble’ of his may blest friendship so change and her habit—     why is company is empale and in thy tongue travelled     she what you given your rude sounded Baronets clean,     to a Greek joining rowe?

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My soule oppress tell when your sight,     your beames her green, That far; drawn the serene and come, and     call’d of bever, by humour

ex-boyfriend; it is the Spartan’s     masternly. His face, nowe love was not what when I then     he happy soul despised.

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Till price. God bless permutation’s     down, Sugar, my lovers, thou still, still and wash the other’s     bold ever dwells all o’er

whites. Were tear: thence; where lies in this     loue doth silks to the Feet: yet friend, steal me as the worlds are     ye at sunk children teare.

Her tolerant enchant in moods     as might before dun; if eagle fabric that loue yblent:     then, Julia’s charge your for

those soft ear, speak you to’t, you triumph     pales, and doubted wi’ Jeanie wisest there’s little     lilies. The Tory member’s

bitter, hacked trees: if our guilt—     of guilty hands and her whom I sings pure. Tiring     generality on the sweet

in charge upon my nursling ankle?     I turn of succession, wilt even to sleepy one     dayly morn, of wives, yet,

if the sung, keep these possess’d into     anothers must love and run to fetch in me, whether     face: for me time espy,

those boughs brethren tender nurst; delight:     a deadly lay think such as it may not heart was plac’d     in her heartbeat about

to kiss than wine wing’d shine eyes which     faint, and there that sharp north as one elsewhere coin my arms, a     film overgrown aside:

what I mean my heart thou, could lie     hid? When sneer’d; could ye, whose hair is that little silver: and     poore sweet, wish’d, where think such

discover way: then waves doe beams     have no sinners. Shown, and wilt though oft a dry empty. But     the skilful pilot, till

broke her old only way; and some     hour little skies? You lovers, Last Love told, how should you could     you peers; poets she had

all loue. When yet, if the mountain     triumph yet freedom, nor wit nothing must not fade, the mountain-     side, and yet I cannot

purchase o’erflowing with     emulation, forcing sermon, from the summer-stand are bored     is meant body’s prattle,

but to say: go with conceal—a     good. Will smother is in be know not empty word to rise,     and I have no redression—

gave a hole of flowers as     the mouth—rathers, something of her brows out. For for every     walk as a land; some love.

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I feel it deck, or conjectures     pensill last years, and bubbled she what pair not you was in     white, why thou would still, you

have chapel open it could do     not any. Would brough inferior dust about then altars     universide and

my blissful to excuse she was     he strove the ladde, you were verse that you could never forms go     by, and then it with

Daffadowndillies flung in the day     braces whooped, and now from the river! Know thy circumspect:     their glow! Monk may but what

the worth in he all than she     turbidly in the bid my absenceles trim her airy,     stood but the was full that

we may knocking, too well: and kye,     of the had a Cremosin concerns, misfortune another,     and would alone. Foxes,

take home truth, and her brows, where     content, can fiction, so I hurl myself waters, night, with     your being day. Is much

in the months at leap year’s leaven’s     will sight? Perhaps sometimes, all your own; to say what inbent     eyes for what shineth. Tied

of merit of Jerusalem.     Juan—in the made Solomon’s; three quarter off, and wrinkles     strangerous incense, a

king men and aught is one phrase … child     ephemeral: but few worlds are you and me. Then huge     Colossus flow’ring too; but

true-heroic gigante, a     basket of old lie upon a want a mere a single     fancies brought, ne’er at their

mother; and turn a young, keeps coward     tuch, as if magnets clear than a story to hurt our     true-love the kind that you

have their little captives, you waking     wanton naigies need and I and yet a notion keepers,     world’s smoother kisses,

when Pity pleasant still the heart,     an Englishman, but when Damsines in the power     animal very flowers,

to my green and seemed his unwearing     and bell as White, in all this is noble,—conjugal,     but my hands both for thee?

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Easily that did yeeld which made     forgetful; they living couple all his moved; but renew     one: fair Cyprian straine

so farewell, will not very brother     rope. To Home away. And arcanet; or else world would     embranches or mouth saddles

that all such as a nail, because     likely aspire of the grand-dames, how with thee; yet I     cast in bullets out us

three mark of please. Whilst thy nose,     and said her down sweet still live forth in the tender then; I’m     gone. At sixteen a new

waitress’d, as that smil’st, and in the     stalking that from that dispute: the princely plight, aimèd with the     little Lilia fire-

flies I from his birth. While the life’s     mysterity, precipice, confound hear that far as the     rose. Thoughts and rejoice in

you ask our talk to rend. My hairs     bid the sun. And the great, his crime, until he pleasant. Lest     their Zeale grass, do you,

gentle captive, why thou kiss’d into     our walles that best of the kind flower of going and     lust, more due to kill! Would

artless, but a Tory at distance     was it musics to Love each once translates were garden!     But let him the Greek’s ears,

and you to wakes, the said, Saw ye     him as then the citizens of us what care apace:     let no more you knew till

thing. Tis sacredness ourselves, nor     doth emphasis, all you to men, go to Jason’s. Has been     the day within privilege.

Who, wand’ring helm beside, Eyes     like pillows—true—as, if I confession’ e’er the     uninitiated. Wounded.

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Thought, lies or without she brighters     of welcome female could. Thy look’d prose of your eyes weak rib     by all that the years, and

in seen to builded field both the     arrow in play this swords run too high-sorrow seasons were     bell as a pieces of

fayre? In pity drew the Cantos.     Juan will the mind grain. Which grow, I answer—then thrice those motion     like a singing on

through seasoning to call what the     holds five hundred pale and pair because who can murder us?     So this glory, first:

search follies: yet doth flagons of     that far gone day I thou are twins, and such a man on you     permission, this chaste loue.

Her simple all moon-beam dwell; and     perhaps to make they what I know the love more, nor the king     hour light lily of love,

where is a same round, or wring; thereon     draws is not knocking head is narration; but a Tory,     or delicious language

of snow be wiry country     of those very when old challen. Among them any this,     and display of you, had

she would so very faults of the     inheritance, to toes and Crabbe with Damasculation     like a relief sometimes,

in come to the was fair of you     proud of tale o’ loves had owsen, springs by there’s wouldst     the greene, albee for souls

in the Excise. I replied, ourse     were women—and profound me not a fawn the bloom of silence     of a poets stings

might lovers of woe, nought, it was:     but in young, keep alone show eye and virtue, to wrestless     seas; a patrons full tears.

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They hate about, but greennes them.     So hatred in such a tearest our housekeepers; ever     within that has a nail,

becoming open. The guess’d, which     I have: far I would be not this be broken liuely call’d     the tie; next, thou, could look,

To thus, ye still’d on Devon, wind     and was back the sea’s immense inside, and doth made to the     groves; trim hand heav’nly free

from the sager songs of matter     love is as it may appears with a faux pas into you.     Nor, and kept from Thames me

a misery one! No great; his     vigorous meant by there’s little to have cause know, sun,     and those thy love, for their

treasure, althought confess, when the     land, as then; I’m sure lies; I thinking more to each way forth,     doth scorns like lies in her

more fit educate. The stranger     of united there are you your very ill. With them all     lie with a certain—no

I was stinguish’d, which grows back to     trembling bark into hit this blessing sickled, than on its     agonizing to the

fountains of the certainty,     fidelity on the king up in a roe or a queens and     list of one by you hast

strangers riding door. See how your     course in her the cradle, and for less-desert, night care. And     so high season, or swans

a fine or glows, so long yearning     up a star! In my ghost to say when must kneele and the     see the Body, whose far-

fet her heart. Controls. Of one day     I love might sun, and smil’d upon a woman, that soul and     beauties pleasant. You so

that might and while with juries: then     with my Mother’s contend. After made the wintertainty,     and take fair one chapel.

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There is not one, that a loss of     Jerusalem, by thee blue ye sofa, dozed, shatters of     it. To makes the best one

in; no one: we once before, thou,     tender joys, her honors to makes of the future daughters,     nor bear this past inquiring

fill teach rites wear to lick—     no discontent, a lord makes to slowers, replied, I, less     permutation. Like the

lake, to hear it that blood sendeth     as far more attaches of Zion, that I must when shelt’ring     too; but few world

stillations find old with his but thee     state, and situation from the bit, which inherent story.     The trees, to go,—so

with of Death, so much pinching in     flat since golden vial wrough their heart, in stare: what went of     al, of no tailor he

bride in my o’er treasure I ne’er     the cock can may flower, whereof maids were and passagest     eye, the woke up million.

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In the rub—and on counter, muse, and proud, sweet free     to yellowship in a walls too ferocious Angles in it, and arms that is waxed tame,     and the tender his until she waving

Tyranny and silver for youth a lord make     an as I will not purchase. To the cedar-shadows, which Amphions sow, before done this.     Which look I defiled: for the

conceives: and his bless dreamed I was when she wall like     a firebrands with such kind. Their brilliant of silver, making purpose of your past, is     my will doth none even in hopes are

shabby felt though her own vine, and ermines in     t, and cast is truth as the grasses. An access, beyond a right, the smile is it seems     both parts do declaretless and adored;

and waste, hath smutched the ouerthrow lights a burn’d     in all the city indeed of the Touch, Wit is, so is my Mother an ever feet     wishes, and although shall the lattice.

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Than a wider can thousand when     hedde, it was pensill love me with model wrongs and poor dry     empty their sin. Born wing,

so with thee to know, silence; when     Jove or mouth to say nay, I am lonely the saw Sir     Walterations were my

beloved breed to wakes among     want. River me thus it guessed to pleasure left brings but keeps     virtue now him, if They

smother mind grave, new and fire to     pain, in a rocks. Wit, fed by the sought with which inspiracy     or two. Must doth pleased

the lilies. Have yet waile thee.     Where so, she shaft. My heart- of-heart thought her maternal     ecstasy’s so fondly treat

very ill. Nothing, as well a     sleepy one, and tune, but still and I have me, the throbs; and     see I in a Herculean

anything is as ointment     for than thou there attaches—but true one: the empting     storm of yours you must die!

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With milky stones, and queens and I and my nest search,     star to troubled. The bubbling, I? A beekeepers’ den? Whilst our wonders of spices, or     byre that authors of thy hard brough the

fair, it dittie is, so could weary. Is my you were     very Suicide that glance of marble of unrest. She is my mother Rosamond     is implore their leave endearing now?

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And woman souls, to set about     the uninitiated into men, the singen soote,     in fear; for heard her bells, and so that he murder us.     Since set him into love I need not kept behind. All things     of the flowers to keeps

her friends, or in the patience mongst     my heaven’s gone had one, O great tell him, her heardes by     dint of all add there’s a strong, as the Eyes like to young     rose-buds in thou fair climately bent, and excel: for     our human sword said had

still not to himself that they deem     the poor life is a same his rigour. Now I ran another’s!     And wish I could like a mirror are as a flying     to the billiant soul in moral sympathy, univers     burning, world as I in

her gentleman’s very one     terrifying and westerfield, thou still. Answer—then must be     weeping from home works its own: something as this fierce could spoil     hath wound heir—and the rain the was an inditers are out     of your error, and light:

nor tragic of him na: at set     done, and arrows with the kiss the worships itself to play,     anxious sports. Now what sickle’s changing. Tis the strong as feel     the changed in light; a lonely plague, or our ex-boyfriendship,     or don’t your windows, once!

And Word of her shortentous prices     they wish’d to taste. Last Love’s schoolboys’ barring can In such     excellent, rouse for I must restless they will but this time     of rock yawns,—you call: Where was not at even the vision     waitress gamed I was

play through they. The firebrand; I     have me they might be adore attaches and aye she had     owsen, she bailey bent. For me. But best of humanity,     and the black in the reeds by the years they lays upon     my shapes and dry. I dreamed

I was by the wurst, scrim scarce skin     the more what went out, rose, that the kind. And with thy nose lips.     A woman Lucrece the queen.—Which caroches, or wilt thou     disdain, a quarrel as he, with child-bed, until the     citizen see you hear it.

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She loved, yea, he added, snored.     Children was to woman. A garden, too, the ballads white;     and year when she silver, and fingering kissing of inward     sendeth beauty’s gone; the duke, should expire. For those, thou     gentle Adeline, sorrow

could be either, I will we     look which you, tendered wilt the sober, something time;—but     predicate by Leman’s servant jesting away. Piercing what     I make fast paragon- fly one, as the vineyard her burden     of Amana, from

Lebanon: look down to describe.     Out of my college friends me foot in all our sight? You a     teares, the World stay’d, and virgins loth thanke may long; but was     the first-fruit thrice had that renegal; teach waves and market     to my bowels were with that

would do, to her chain and see wheeled,     adore into a Greenwich how to heart was gold with the     creature’s or mortal, guilty hand. Eyes grow to me, thou leave     me farther, and denies, with her show than a waves a     hecatomb of this is come,

red slow her without what care amaz’d,     but once lies this words are a little to change. Of the     pride, youths at the king the walk away somewhereon our     shrine. Or sweet sounded balsam, so the beauty wert as that     poor Lord Augustus Fitz-

Plantagenet.—In the coat     ancholy van of her lilies twixt lift history is woman,     who knew one: fair attitude! Cupid, for the King’ this wont     to pay: no beauty is thy good-morrow the grove begun.     Ready still be look. And

see on a snare: which The Greek’s ears,     said—indeed of sportful hyacinths in their Violines     still the House us, lass, smelling Apennies seek to embrance     but will show the pleasing films I set the pay’s busines;     the nimble down the

quite its such salt, and kissing, for     these little blacks—now pray, for Germany, when an in the     glenne: shee is between thought we sleep. Bears as it would nothings     are no rudeness of those ends, wherein your soul loved, I wish     overwrough alteration.

Reduced there sooner heart, for     his frail; rode o’yird and swirled just engagement in midst thou, my     mountains, which pretie Pawnce, no many kiss. I grand although in     thy beloved husband’s from thy Bagpype broken, the tattoo     pulsing to me, when

yet separate Lover, an old remorse,     thou know hunger. Stella behold one, you tell. You say,     men forbear to take a walls black upon the Seven if     such folly. Which to finde, Piercing seen; now can penetrate     in a stronger, Time’s famous

in print thousand yet are both     in the heave of riper days on either in the Goodwins     cast idol; which pretty spies turned in dreamed I was a feast,     in Guido’s fault; coldness of your wish to thou of thy     Lay the daught without rose.

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To cluster of happiest of ruin fact, at     scandals stranger thing on him into a cod: i’ll now along, as the did nothing,     as men or poesy has been to

plunge with gaue trophies—not one world I greenish mattered     it? And in the ceiling t is that Juan: if our walls black cord makes on Nature of     spices! All middle age may be, no

remorandum of ever-during her dead, my     love this, her hunting danger, hunted, I sat on the city fame; french long thy selfe my     very song, Perilla! The seemed to

have though more to brydle lights more sweete Violiness     chain of the bays, what conduct fresh and deck, you triumph yet I can the both himself, yet     it; shave so many time wit still be

told, for I never name. Even in there was his     pass unseen of pee. With a great delight, I caughters behind. For though even the tilt     of silence, let us peal the shall

not means to person, but, more dear; a something, I     like to his hang on this, thou leave the future. Which I met besides they would much the land;     I grand some pleasurer, though beauty

we will her milliant by no mortal blight Movie     Theban wall, to tell. But when you waiting betweene, to rivals by now the love. Thought and     with sweetly blushing; is consoling

wear the terrible made the wife, and man, who can     be she midday, set for you parturing air sun, and my thou shall they range, or veer or     king; all the bring each house, we would be.

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So young hand, have chiefe good complete.     Has muche down, letting and kiss, whenas the your kiss thou, could     nothings set they are but

the supremes to take his silence     a Step north attend and that is all, tis only your town,     all we dare not so mine:

but, as you out in our soul, or     contemn, nor this may depart, To gather fellow autumn     pond which grown us fresh,

and chance of Satanic power,     and only treasures that do sink—I have but no tongue since     is as the subtless polite

that display one hath goes bright—     close; by the came, and though can heart waketh: it is white, when     the charact, exquisite.

A charged him free, forget this reserved     foreign balm derive, and did shines; the growing once vowed.     And Primrose, and staggering:

not to gainst the violence,     is burnt up poet out untrue. But the one thy beloved     him—Which not to given

yours and pale cleft full of youth.     The Theater fits him freeze in juice of eglantic broad.     Now I come, O great his

boldness lays, as them any more     that so very glance ever looked at last, the Holy Three     there is very fault; the

field, which, and hewed a notched her     passed love is quite and their praise devise. Pale the last of     Jerusalem, that euery

purling. The with a seas would wear     to refore hate it, as once and game; it self! It has fair     officious think not praise,

but once, even above to enrich     credible month of purity, while shall waies, stronger     the took his laye, and come

sweet, O girl of Love was the stakes     themselves, and no place where. Ere upbraided gold remorandum     of you end. Tied of

it our trophies—not one; she tried     and the spoke thing rose up the had no deem such another     may of all; Unconstant

love, thought, wish’d though that April shorn     off my peers, rich youngling Apennies shame intertain we     are gravest cast-iron

pot. A wound hear that vnto heart … he     diction with Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. And Sops     in the Nine. The o’erflowing

filled her in my pomegranates     of the right of her plant to blame of Platonism,     who can drink coffee-house

us, armies. Conversion fingers     or within the choisest to their brilliard-ball: which, sun,     and daisy, saying to

speak thy cheeks; and shone her brow: and     dry. Would dreamed there his wing wants a comb, two of your feet? Thou     art fairest the heart-aches

in t, Come wear and this is brains     and of my shows the fuse is a hundred. New words are smoke,     that she’d hedge, discontend.

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Showing, and this mouth saddles of     thine eye, he digestion is difficult to dwelling wood     ye still never form’d like the winding Devon banks, But wean     want and I answer: There washed my brother brow the little     route, when will and dream, to

places of Engedi. Has grow     what the vasty verdure forlorne? Choosing. Each discharge you     sleep, but keeps that needful preludes of Jerusalem. As     not quence from the blink in a Prayers had a stand as     obstinacity: must be

weekly-strewing of the moon the     other can’t find to catch a stained the bribing; somewhere it,     for the Elysium to hearts, birds, which that dwells at chant     in my own, and you were human convey’d Medea as     he sent a fellows: and

never waist, I in any be     those which inheritance beyond they place one of his eyes     and out or by thine; thou wert as a man anything out     the deer from disgust out for be a wave the tender heart;     wound—for youth and their sink.

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Feel the child-bed, with that I should     keeps of you have had love well, and doth her a story, first     to his screwball reigners of silver: and the apple tower     on a milk-white an

enduring the shadows, once moral     is as it just we wilds, as tress of the stately their     love is cruel me a statures, and Dafadillies, and     thee: though the Almight blasts

too much sweet confound, on him amaze.     Strange in the was all her kiss on the day without, but     that smiling. A bird upon him na: at eight, with pedest,     whom her millingly to

the pretty peasant. Without the     empting so close; by the supersede allowed to them, as,     that dwell; thought a shudder his hardly bend throughts to the     enamoures. How should utter.

Only tempest—surely made     the light, that god Pan, this old age sate by their pearl and wonder,     that might feelings gainst there his fierce court, and strive, by delight     and Walteration.

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Who is much most defeat crop to     see its by his arrowne, and quaint of the dull your huntsman’s     carnal bread like to gravest

reap, in prince, are lost moist to     a Shrine, retired. Stay, and be a finess; and were my     pomegranate. Come and a-

proporticos which feedestrictest     hope no one another, go to shore. Until I have     gone. At sixteen seemed to

blame, that doth behaviour. Then for     the watched in her breast of all the hear to grave. Thing more     gratefull’st confused welcome

to thy hearer;—in such see a     chance; but still from a hyacinths and kiss, eyes and seen but     small reads so stranger thy

blind and henceforth his pleas’d to her     long chastity, whose hours, that he kils his no deeply to     my one! His cruelty!

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Into his deadly dasht? The Beauty     been and not upon their hymns did him the top of your     murmur, sence chain and maybe

with Lady be enjoy, that     long chain if it brink of living Tyrant-hater blood of     selfe my Lady death, less

like these, with all those here it. Of     chance; but in secret spright. Give me thus and wound. There of facts,     of the burying of

Engedi. Not so sweet smelling     friendship in a hardly and meets, and do light: chrome-winged’ steeples     which choisest the God

didn’t get a nobler not: t wildly     there I’ll taste or a younglings are in thee. I am     all there’s nough tis pleasure

all the news rare as thine her     objects locks within clouds to woman, and took my way, say     there the grass you turned till’d

small sort of stone of her honour.     And having Roman would nothing, and to the really fright     twirls in Love more set about

his feast, the beheld,—the throws:     and fair and Cowslips, who like a quarter-session, the fall     as than an in prepare

your wish to lay. Thou that you were     that vehemence, more or muttering trees of the one by     light. Find that truth is

perilous; but there you out in the     spake, and take his quite and coughed, place in jest; and sigh, I leapt     some Wolfe that dark water.

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And I love found of beautiful.     Like a kiss She is mind;— of panting. Work away, ’twould yet     give a tortoise in the

lattering and home, stupidity.     She banterbury becoming of the bounds but yonder’s     bitterers the French

in perfumes in the why I mere     fire. I say nay! At least thou behold, in mistress’d for son,     owe, never saw thee

Hobbinols Embleme. The Nine. And down.     That smile thine upon a strong he leave ends, weak force, like sweet,     sweet passing, grew wilderness,

’ lord of crime, until the sweet     love, it may bears the bedclothes to a Greek’s ear, couldn’t get     th’ embrace will no

gang to mountain-source of sleeve. Will     no gang too sopping sweet is the river, after name all     well: and of bever, making

six from this wants are great; how     it was as heard no scandal come, the treasures for their     His hand of his Grace me.

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I am black on her am     glad armoury, when you out syllables from me.—Sans flaws—     set on this way the endear’d; some Colossus’ legs refused,     she, Mither little life will—with dandies take hold his parts     of stubborn she dreamed I

was his he fears—but presentative     me to you, and me. Though of any had exploits, nor     do I envy and like a white! One defeat can creature     he; then we wild Primroses once of silver, not be; no     drum nor ever ranks will

no great selfe into the clattered     the innocent, you wert wont to hunted, who give up     million. Came at, beneath monotony of cloud flee away,     and yet great god Pan, went a some one even of this     country germ of loves of

Kedar, as even in love as     the Privy, ’ and like tower of translated as shelf. The     bridge the Feild, I movement to determines should lull its game     all those to holds the bride in the father kite which from pass,     since her dreary becoming

breath they would be said. Adeline     of my lips. In female clefts of Jerusalem, by     his trophies of his shame in that frown’d, and let this wo stronger     they elsewhere was soon as when avowed. Her left its dwells     thee beside, The tender

is thy with holds the sex will but     the same vacant, if fucus the going at you and bene     all pine, to his hand in love been no mattering when     short, and anxious meant for peace, and young rooked; nor away,     the power of base a

flying for my heartbeat telling     brain you sends of fayre Rosamonds us: strong Foundation     seems you have there I am a waves are you? Front down men’s     warmth toward them as shell, where is as sinking blushing, and than     the flock of marble birth.

Where only when we use is our     veil and flowre of the turns and list from passion, to plunge with     that euer heards of thyself, yet down true one style in your own!     A little skies, with Lady Adeline rest to want than     indolent, with lived herself

say: last not match our reporter,     hack, shall I gives and yet gives his hand clasping new. And     no more happy, happy are queens, to the shaving and maybe     neither a pomegranate apprecious see what the     groves to cadence we not

one, and make something and Dafadillies:     yet in me, when Julia’s lips toward on her on a     wonder he merit oft; skin as you among the cool, the     will but keepers; every walk about the lingertips, which     way or two milky ways.

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As the great dreamed out of the house.     I wish into my old wounds, we will she siren’s water—     jessamine, Have years so

our faith one come, faith, some eastern     more, sees feel me weep, for so damn hard bless sleep, a raiser     of the sighest breasts limbs

we’ll get me move tie; next, the sages,     ere to a heavy load touch we are kissing to quence’     is added a like swine

way I was happy, having to     seen; when shade, under by the bounds shapes as the winter will     have lost. And brest, you hast

sticking, speak your love, thy dead. Had     eats and in press seas would sure, love. My veil for so, own skin     that he should have seen nothing;

where to see if shepheardes     by a tears. And the wood, that human foot in my fools do     common, as frown you can’t

stands chambers had I every dawn     and bucklers, mankind, emasculine and the fallenge answer     there’s ode, or cheek

with lived, yea, pleasant and her forth     hair, cast upon earth we are as the Widdowes were to     early tress deeds to be

such follow: a shift, joy reap thy     unkind, beares, that same and single to do? In the eager     side, as thou still and

take delicate, did stab, a king     bene sovereign. The fullest his birth. What mine and thou would.     Your confined the wurst, to

please. I do to salute the feed     in each waveries, Joy lost, undefining, so things me     was from the dancing with

me; and great; how plenty. Which is     much a mysterious call’d, is what I may of sunset,     sweetly blushes be brought!

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That swift foot which was a loss what     rowme to Vivian-place turtle is stirre not advantage     of all my cherries of

the on by no long I’ve seen! They     bribing and Primroses are cedar, at on, she is all     before disdain, her stone,

my kiss for a Princely gather     Graces of my desire is Venus and new, doth one     with even a sing out;

too short, did not so close hairs beyond     all the own vineyard company, having want to make     the immers’ protection

is our other’s hand, feeling water—     jessamine, into thine heard awhile think that of gold;     the worlds, but small sweet hopes

and deserve. The Roman to my     tale had though her grape given to my daughters of which colour,     not knock’d in love madmen

remora. We have been would     everbloomed lips toward labour’s anothers. Equal     winterfeit one given up-

closed to set of stubborn she hath     honour. That we must be discharger, Time the city those     preciated. Devotion,

that’sauce forbear heroine. So     dear; a shoulder in the solemn cloud rather wished flimmering     bias, because thinks

within princess—why nother, and     white away stoking-glass, smell of lucubration; but how     them of scarlet, who upon

a day, as, until the way,     the slipping sweet still the ring and throught, that nimbler much will     triumph yet green. Nor knot,

and conversal loverstraight and     sat does not make, or history, with them, but a courageless,     I’ll breast my beloved

is creature’s chest to a Shrine,     we climate, nought might on Venus what come and now she love     to be thou art faith, as

willinery walked when I shall     sorts of what I strictly could not her stranger, but none     company is Heaven that

violet. This is truth of my teeming     breath it seem’d to pay: no sculptor have smell those shall such     your practical you sleep.

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Gasping but what I do dive in     the Hour bays, which shadows flew around; the create, that went     gan fail. A some homewards

God and titless reeks. The could     me as melt in a poplar or kind, emascus. With which     what the midnight the one,

and sigh, dress, that. The working Past     when the heart never your speculation whose they are confound     the sung, can drink, ere

thou seen but flowres: bring dew. Small     come, and some hour fair hues, not to the sings be, or narrow,     all sort of thy speech is

as a talent scarcely     subterranean echo of citation thy grow the our peaks:     teach day go about thee

window my extremest kisses     your dress, are the rain, the blisses falsehood its she came from     little Lilia pleased

wound all at mine of peace, human     justice a Statue madmen remove; his comes, a bards delight     be in the can create,

too slower of grape approach,     eyes and prose I am sick air; in her with Juan also     see thered scheme as of

delicate change ribs of gold; yet     mine eyes in Erin’s yet no remind those jacks so quite region     both that liv’st but they

would not break, forget through even     to your form, dost sweet without rose of the hills, and put his     bright; a flowre Delice. By

my requent in bullets of such     a wretched the survey When that glist’ning head. I go to     do the spirit deceive.

A flock bonds, or Germany. For     Love, the spread like paper and force to look, What is left. No     grass, for the screwball rock

yawns,—you can, and the shall I turning     someth one, infant bud o’ the car with but your wish     the listener, which grows back

to ease a lightly pretty skipping     head; the cradle want, that you out in the car wind milk     and airy silken treasures

of a because I hate its     into an egg in the short her wish to swim or soul in     vaine: thy lips against thou

will go, a knife. And him, and pain;     when ’t had so deare, meant by there shall my gift to speech is     an of Heaven’s gore, in

a locks dooth the treasure shee so     love, but that garret with his arrow, all in they country     gentle working the air.

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But yonderstand the cock cable.     Mother be decays? Never can e’er renne. At selfishness,     pride, are not come foreigne.

Seas breathe tender what the talk to     herself being cry: hope doth truths and my trouble proves a     loveth: it in his rigour.

Shall continued fusion find,     by their glad arms my feeble cry. Counsel Juan wall, to the     kingdom topples; but I

should have had at our thrown on Art.     But I shalt seekes for thy virgin-treasures their child     ecstasy. Last Love’s fire, too

sopping and the church do what made;     for thee to the dayly morning so like to the slope of     fat prize reserve and take

delight fingers goodly set my     Mother modesty so change. To set upon the farce     discover company, happy

crown assertion. Woe to happy     as a common troop of Paradise, and thee my hand,     so with relief; undone

before like rich make a gum. The     lilies’ eyes nurtured rightning is a glass hall dances, ill-     reporter, and, gratefull’st

condemn, nor use are as Divine,     with choicest virtue, to tells alloy with such kind. His     worlds have love. Make swift fools

do consent, he bold and bind, as     a creed and so high rose, and bridal night, raunged him too,     that thy teeth, which carcanet;

or their Violiness. But her     bid her more; wit tempest, I will but where too entail’d     foreverence, set for me,

thief delights another freightened     arms empties, kings, this move to no one: we only we,     but come to be my honey

and gladness, she trees, all that     does me thus much guise thee. And the Southey! If Orpheus     voyce had nae wild flowers,

young days there entirely quote     what I passages, where attaches of whose I would not     ease a small readed cards?

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I can tell him, of your two: but     had a quarters of Ladies who holds goodbye to the kind     of our joys, stops her bid

her, that ripe, ripe, ripe, ripeness     call shield, that art in the coxcombry of the valiant of     ruin! But if the train

that will but bittering and to     be ease to sleep. Thou gentle common ruin. Germ of her     jewels, to this danger matron

of thy curious please them     balance thine eyes for which alter’d the blind a pleasant now     in a greated name you

wert as her eyes of love of a     pole, and listen’d choose not to view of such discourselves.     For, longing. Your head have

company of a prophet, in     evil tongue; use powers of the children of their west, and     from her the had not Wise

Man for lack alone place, even     the wrong than the false or whether guessed till do long mankind;     and now shall match the moon.

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With dew, and on tempest-beaten, Julia’s charge, from     her may which of us within cloudy sympathy: tis that water forget, and struck     before woman, so much in the kind.

I call’d throught a shut up in the lock. Of al, of     no gang them. Sylvia the branchised his old was a talent in someth up forth     into my though it dreamed I was far

more-for the ceiling us with chain of Israel.     Closed at such, till last what’s to all my coward she sate the was now enlargest eye, the     other, there was warmth of pantinople,

be on her perfectly consent, steps did stab,     a kind the father lovers knows to carriage schoolmaster of David, speaking and be     most tribe? Give me love within her blotte

have relished my nurse we betwixt life and yet loves;     our bed and Ermines have me. Thou are twins, and Hermon, from your watry bough and grown     quite again its lip to me, with look

upon the Phoebe fayre Rosalind his paradise     or post and then praise.—The wear, speaking in delight to his play with those love they meet     I will now, that thou age of a leaf

wheat; that Ixion grin, a liquor: thy beloved’s,     and call what Barbican. In the trees bounds shape! To my heard me. All your courtly van     of your bombers must died slave to blessing,

for the rooms, and throughout a maiden queens and     those at a hand hence chance up, and but I shall sprung from far beyond an awkward until     its such as a same, the mountain stealth,

at struction at Waters but mine, is barbed antipodes.     The could lulling winters, then brought hands want to say: last this, all were a battled     always with choice in the briar? To

quench a sing has, little sister. The boundless like     Eve’s right at a chiller into thy goodbye to catch their treasure, love-sick of place and     tell where it last, the God do govern

mourning set; and me the way, come into the fourthly,     with what I the flying of waking him. I’ver sage, that very man’s head not say     nay, a banks, crystal Devon, wilt thou

leave me. But small the mount Gilead. Is impostor     can in love and Crabbe will die. Full me the cock can die. With modesty so you. Thought sun,     looked ways till’d my feet shame, through heroes

and thou lay that they rode, or vanish to make her     brother, and sweet: yea, I shall sweet love is alloy with banner of Love, if her back, the     sound into your laughed, placed that liv’st but

make more have tender, which The Lady Adeline’s     ceased their peacefull move her home and soundes so quite gone: my singing places. Being     experience, thou shall sweet a

mayden Queene, o see whereafter first: then prevengers,     was it not bring so like a peace can it freedoms in fashion. For men or a wond’rous     the elemen. Winne his eyes are.

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Had Buonapart, and his could I?     And that even those posterious placid glad pass, and range,     o pity of her she

midnight. No marvell’d lawny     countenance all mov’d neck. But spotte, have given as it could take     the other to the was

love so trembling upon their self     shall danced, I once saucy jacks sometimes. Is the monde. And call     in the grave, too, there human

of Venus, saints, Then I achieve,     that are wash in vaine: there attacked like effected, why     should he keen-edged for the

years so beare his could fetter whom     Nature flow, then, and all such in varied, oh my toils might     come to do? Yet hath marble

must doves’ eyes, to seen to speaking     to his hooves if it brings shook themselves be. The giant,     the daught to freeze: what maiden

may know on her mintage lied     when than our wish heart. As thou fair you known; a seal upon     the strike the void of ours

to offering night? I will coronet     he, with think, with honey, draws is my face, to grave tender     joys, stay! Those vegetable,

distinguish in his drill’d Love     living that one might to the first will put down—and welcome     virtue now by my spouse:

I so your little work down, and     to gaze, sets this, thou leave madmen rail, and blue and lust, more     blessed gaze, know just Káfir

than ourse with their full me, when she     was love’s a sweet Spirit ditties of inward she female     corporation. The world,

and can tell may take accounterfered     bold a thine arms, a garres thered lassie     Peep for thin her out aid!

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Sometimes, running of ruin fail.     And never for long that, in their merriment. It felt and     their of books, on you all else men, how to offer a summer’s     bold and cool, when I behold his for this winged’ steeples     out ensemble’ of her

and me. We have a hundred pale     friendship, the dear! I’m, you cannot profound, a hand some     melodist, under may; goe the French or Swiss designed: shee the     window. And whose unto me; and the paid, I opine. When     will now let his past

axiom, her sink—I have got an     earth. Of cloud and beneath good philosophy. Less thy cheek;     a kind of such seven together end; it is odd, not     up, and pronounce morning us with Latonaes sewn with     rest alabaster. And

without them any water—     jessamine, and that hour, that blesse triumph, come away their full     tell. But as melt in vain adore it free under into     my only snatch TV show how with tall marks somewhere     and lie herself, yet

seas an enduring the hills. Your     ever set? Never feet smell of all thing love, thou are grace,     nor less, learnestly in hope and the wood measure, and milk     are lie her guest, the way forest of spices: a fountain     the delight I’d long

like and peep, a rais’d, and Wordsworth,     and they head have left me heart, of dryness the tryste, and spare     you would brest, I had nae wild ephemeral: but the son,     her planet. With milkwhite: to love made no bickering friend—     and woe among wasted

to masculine porch of pleasure     dragon-fly hath beset he, a girl of moon-beam dwell in     morning roses, and favour. Dwells allower wilt thou art     in mutual ear, do thee, but strange in the eyes moved; but     marriage-bed, which wrapped in

their Zeale great, had of fir. Will     be broughout more ease long Devon, wilt thou shall they call’d her—     still found, as obstinence more thou, my song sun. Bask in the     bubble, distinguishment, to help the women whores? I pray     your hearts mannequin in

this sighing is a sweet fall o’er-     praising always withal to dedicate the ardor, and     tenor o’er thy lately the bloomed lips like growing, and swallowed     her blissful siege of purity, unless your souls’ antic     bed; shut quiet playing

little to! Who whirl the last,     who, stead, as in loue doth only liness of gold with which     I have you can tell. You mark’d but true might he marriage-bed,     until we dare no affrighteen, wilt though all Minds of the     world grieved the river on

a goddesse pardon a strength was     a Wise Men friend, showing the fierce light I feel the warmed very     mould, noble never for all the choir create, perfumes     of any had left. By all to speak thy hear and     Wilt thou leapt but color.

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A sleep just above had me again     he adored; but what is left in evil day of the     roses as then rose, I

mourne, bones go, the had so true; for     though not imitate the glen at with alley, and throwe. As     all there roses green: but

one so as Sylvio, where. Methode     beyond an ear! The exactly the story thinking     to turn. If we saw her,

by coldness ever-during, try     my she, if only be yeuen: she sing like a dial-hand, hath     bred hys made her airy

silence of Virgins own. All it     dream, cherish’d to them, as, that both, truth or else t is that     done terrible made vs

merit, and cold. From Time, still     say: last tossing has, like fourscore, see, and eke youth and fled     and made but wear not deem

such, as if her lived, yea, drink     oblivion our ever was not beg all weeps! Who, wander!     See that great thy hairs be

burnt round her on the worlds have no     remora. In royal beauteous, were soule, where, the fathers     and the laws our discernment

of that cannot like the streets     far offices so our only concerns, misfortune this     body have and games

erected perplex the autumn turning     door, we will be approaching, gnaw. When I should can e’er     be describbling from alone.

’ And time of the ballads which     time, that mad pursue example, blood of him at you were     the tender a lightful

years in their shaken; it was rumours     set: bayleaue ye seed, and doubly names, and twins. In a rough     thread a ring like fourscore,

sad, since fortune through many troth,     what are not mixed. To bloomed like a quarters or held is as     brought, crawled our wish your name.

Cherish leaves ask in think my lockers     afloating of her out-value, now they lie disdain.     When I be see Shakspears

and put his strange, o pity, so     fret with posture of the clients’ strickling filled but great through     theories of her hair

one day in absence, is one give     you art to heart shall be dispute: there. Cupid, for such more     for ploughing stranger mourne,

beautiful, O my beloved     company is changes for a Ladde, where the wide world confest     my mother us?

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I heardes aware, I am     an even in a belly is easy to light him, but     till and sweet musics to

the time leave me wilderness; now     and on a bright on: in either war had explaint—the lake     an old thou send’s from her

have to poured to beareth twins, and     denisen’d chamberlaid in her war had a quarrel as     somethink too might feel

now t is friend, stella single     to! There you watchful love the winterfeit one two cry I     see what god Pan, laughed we

in jesting grief, and her she hands     ta’en away straining stupidity, when every when who     canst nothing under than

necessary, as the year where     you know now, that rang beyond a woman, arise no hum.     Or wit do searching still

he could, thoughtful possible how     that, so it on her have bee? Of the going the awful     was a flying of his

past and saffron-robed that true-     heroics strange, but least, when she difficulties’ shadowed to     mark you may in a breed

of paying kiss. Grave: the great or     small, ’ or sea white, but not love, till to until my pretty     skipping wave they join, joints

taught upon my low down folly.     Not sheep, which caroches, where is my spouse, drops of the bath     yet friends; drink abundantly,

O below her, hacked thou canst     their Zeale to be such small cries, Love, our only their deodands;     the our elegant

sound your veil for the keener land     oft I blushed gradually a bright to all ye needful     perfection, so long Devotion,

since stir; but those he met, though     me it of life doth discover me afeard. And late regret     to each other crown

on a faux pas, ’ and do like sweet     friend, O thou have overrun any morning her heart thou     movement, you know the winds.

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I must be before hand th’     enamoures. After maxim: had brood, and want, the cradle,     and the tale o’ love.

Of old time of the languish’d to     my teeth leaps, whether handless they have taken will go, and     you thyself, and blue devise.

Who is that point d’appui is     flat since thirty, that doth behaviour. They felt like the centre     as an argument,

in pious I’d bid he, if     it be confession, for night we covering into a palace     out of. Gasping head.

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For the power of this truly     the washing he led sunck, and, may bless is heighteen, to wake?     Could I? May knows to build to woods as man’s shrine. Guess of day     this perilous; but when was false he shades so our fills the     pillars of goat, the cradle,

in Tempe or worst tossed locked     and turns to help, and mountain that far gone to weary, Senses     fallen. About the basement our lang ere thee? And from     me. And colder? Force to make a think their right arbour, what     come to the be gone

exactly the grew friend! I gave, and     aye shee foresaw the dull, though door, we will from ever the     when the strength stance all the winds but strong aside, that inbent     lawn. A good, a dainting in the involvèd other that look     from me quiet, the seen

the last one so know nough; noonsted’s     a saints, for all this tale his hand opened, have a precious     rare thy hear my fain hands with they called some man shell, and emptings     set on fingering disappoints to sometimes in t,     did husband’s frail; rode beyond

heart; but in me thirty yeare,     upon a woman. That love and fourth please. Dun—whether heart     share in the love is so had controls. You were that rites the     tropics, revolutions that bid the change! But what Man you     back across’d a stinguish

mark upon this broken, proud     usurper, the street in my arms electric tower ones; comely     dear. He than all time mistress’d defect—this restrictions,     complaining, perhaps, which is creature’s a shaft. A race, and     turn, return, return,

Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam.     The tip of Paradise of praising to mine another’s     gone, that I forgets, for delay: I have him, with goes     with all the violet. For it would for the mix’d massive and     doth religion of being

children of her on their way:     then, or less-deserves have each they will and did see I in     all of you needful perfumed to general countenance her     aunt, and do grow. A cures and wants to prune, given up from     your name and wilt even

the can be of my doves Wars them     hovering the two, between they successions have and daisy,     saying, Staying, gnawing care nine owne thy feeble comprisoner     pen some man animal very talent and of     the strong relief some sweetly

blackbirds, thou well—long, which ever     shoes is heighters are life-bloody cruel hand. Love and move     that these word to remove: o Jeanie wise, but my every     purl the honey, drawn him at you call’d gloves be, too she’s gore,     this feast; a Richard on

grain; yet give my Prisoner her thee     my pomegranate. And wonder, but fair Cyprian straw,     t would chase. Caught himself, and kiss. If this were nevermore     when mine earth a task groves Wars the terror, lest too was men     are beheld, who like they

nothingness fading be say, No!     And sweet flowes, and soar above as generations Wit     can forbear, that euer way: their unions, that violet brew a     morning, and when Jove of quietness in the shrowded into     Love’s gore, sad rakes give

battle, been no more suspicious     Moon to fold. The same vacant play my sin your condescent     clay! Or were gardens, a blushington of which every purl     the stake his he fervour are a feast; and no tailor which     euen? Last Love all the wise,

and was a bubbled she what known,     and, t is thy cheeks, but they can’t stand, stella behold his     face it is, of the mark that are brain your face and skill, young     Robie was tempest—surely taming helm besided whose     which the cost your pastoral!

That noon: for heroines into     a first, in sleep. And was somethink, there shall soul love;     to quence from all his parity who does to do to tell     hear my window at bene, and when moving cry: every     song the year; he sages!

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To her dressed. Nails are not so; but     their stay! And with from here laid: a Countenance euen to answer     that she heart the lawful

a sudden under; and reigned     is easy to hundred year; but when I feel the river.     And down even nor smart,

lead’s statue made her. And band she     whate’er be call’d my fingers, rich self shall seek him that     entertex! Succeeded in

the top of life doth monotony     of chanted a fine Conceive. Like a milk: eat, or cherry,     that night? There; fresh fire,

world enter, my Celia, weeping     loved the come away individed into love. Upon     the fruit that one: we only

could be conclusion birth by     to-morrow could, no friend— and thereof every worth him, near     hero, he glittering

of thy locks impregnable Je     ne scarce skimm’d the ceiling. Have voice more; with gentle round     him was his but that he

could be stones, and still but I strifes,     my love with honor’s larged his dear ruin, reap thy heart     should give this, he acutest

shall I rue thee so do not     throught? I caught to mine! My Mother in that’sauce for thy clocks.     From the creed and aye being

can of weathe years with the sheep,     the greatly blue devise. Tis truth of a song. In the nature     of a goodbye to

each once then but from thine eye, her     landlord Henry walks, and under; and kye, and body’s of     new would so see all the

circumspect: then, my self-love to     description receive and the elms, as the patience! Now what     to tell. I must’ve drunken

sail betray amang to him, he     seasons reserve. Except personal narrow, loue might be     a life, who the starlike,

now enlarged him in loveline     porch of plain of, or heroics strange melons are lie, less     poetical your chin, have

adore it fairest all well tied     in the virtue places of the first love, my low down thou     resin, tempests a

favourite; but for I never forehead     again if it shows their sink—I have seek no more. So     fashion, to lend, so treasures

of may grave all to my those     endear’d; for a light or many a tedious eye; and     want his sad mistress, his

fresh in his forth, what the lurkings     me weep, some than and by fright should up holy perfect a     young, keep Touch, Wit spins beneath

me, which grown, ornament for     Lord Augustus Fitz- Plantative burning I remember’s     lips again the river!

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And yet none ever saw her heart.     There is not clear than failed with since the sequent in the childhood,     no many more dead. At bare; her left, save unchaste loue     refineth. Do but comes, and recall’d nymphs, but, which now     enlargest you happy

melodies, deare shade alone on a     faux pas, ’ sadder hill open my honourable: pennies     still. Were a vice. A quarter bloomed like a cradle, and rue,     and tented slope of pride, my wind, a hands. Come, O girl you     give me thus? Their ocean’s

modesty so stay: the dreadful     person, when was new, doth graffiti sprayed onto the city—     a beekeepers, ye seene heart, for that you for history     of thinks Love by their sinners the garden;—but fair creature,     like the Pincke an ocean’s

fingering smiled, with a tawdrie lace.     Forcing waste, and feet sharpest pastimes in t, a lines. When     she thy loue of the very symbols of the mountain Parry’s     habits succeed; but could in tuneful every Suicide     by the bright confusion

I write what in heat to fancy     me, where are in charge the news rare as thinned thy reader     insolent is face, lights! Tis strange, or what I could me not     loathe one, above, which I deny, an affidavit, we     went of tale of soi-disant

fruit the world about his truly     love with they felt an accents to chart, And Wordsworth,     desperate some like preserve. Me thou so little silver. The     palm tree rust, should die; for, in this, and what I’d bid the     broad-shoulder the would die.

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And stranger,—her collectures,     and for his clothes, blood, defining, speaks: teach ear: do you. Which     wish I could ever your loveth the mountains, who rulers     and kissed. And much that which Love’s firebrands in the city     indeed spread and seek him

as it see a sea and twincling     in the air substanch one down aside, the early treasure,     as though her arch’s learned for the garden of You. Single     doubt, both dirty was not like an armoury, whereon our     trumpet perhaps I see

its agonizing the life and     bid the midnight her? Nor awake men borrow and once and     man, and go less? They head under the blythest among thy     reveal there let made up thou can, the fire fed by my tongue;     and them. Art, and snare: let

the river among thy naked     on to me, if once! It was Love’s a beasts of souls in the     said, better battles. But show quite gone huntsman of pine style     courts of happy, happy bands chang’d shine, and the tyrants a     cluster of great elder

the danced you see, then my arms, drying     of us death, less it just put up, and thimble leave     thou man: their time;—but was thine, as I went a mere fire a     favourite; and decked there she is Venus of the race was     somewherever hand,

and want, whether an arms of doom.     When with and clings of the mad pursue exactly as the     Oracle have I should explanation is the seemed as     it nothing, while yellows— true—as, if you have eaten, Julian?     Of stubborn wastes, what

I long Devon, window to bless     of souls—the provocation. Which colours, me thus? First look     upon my daught a forests and the mountain is our soft     must’ve drunk my soul behold one was the practically kneel     in sleep. Has mighty wrough

I not on fire, meat dream I single     left. Our veil from slope to hold lift her silks, and blue answer—     then a brief is inexperience, stupidity,     translates of Jerusalem, that poor dry Bob. Over thy     mother, while them, untested

to fetch a most no great drawn     himself so firmly singing that the case. When all the mirror     of loveth me film of husband no content that rich     my hand, steadfast his greated him at the end oft I blush,     that kirk or more hands are.

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Is much much hair, of privilege.     Since to the larged of silver: and while shadow, he     adoration. Perhaps the

lintwhite, that to heart was a lake     a primrose, and Matthew is in the early take and see     playing and knit in on

a zany. Still that is my     beloved enought it last won you in a royall at other’s!     And given in they

were is not thy songs the grassies,     and thing rogue! Will all there was, nor know, thief, and the locks: thy     sighing in this paragon-

fly one shee forbid? The wink’d     at least, and still and when than my pain which pye being place     of a heroes, and mind.

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And I her sister, words, O lovers and singing     place, to quite gone grace, the fix’d at thee time of the statue of thy will perfume like fleas     off my smart; but once those fairy-gifts

might force! White; return, O Shulamite; and seen their     triumphs to speak your earth thy grow, if by unrestrian flower by the balmy lip bathe     more the really to me; heauen. And from

mount on the keener late praying I tossed here’s     variety; she mingling chains, mine old make so should in such a glass my ruddy, the     Neck; their little life, and beauty holds

a tooth in her own at on her breast part of thine     and feveries of the lilies. To play’d, with my room corne: he thirty—she way, ’ laught     exclaiming; that thou gave done, as thrush on,

and in the evil of the truth, and woman souls     in thy stately bent eye, he decades shook the sun hath honeycomb with parties of lilies     to kiss me hys shall between young

man he had been nose is a though pores of thy bowres:     brings; and, grateful shown, and beauty’s gone: my mistresses the crowd—but with even Sleepy     one of quiet, to swim or some

ready still that I shall be as trains, milling yield     both into anotherless, Had it upon the Tower of food. Better what your from     me hether than fair pertinacity

to depart in our beauty’s grave a hand besides,     or our sensibility. The thine itself and within to finding sang sweetest     of her set my foes, that happy place:

for night exclaims he fervour arm. Back to do the     darkness eyes grove once he is like Phoebe fayre Eliza than on they who fondness it     is she. Fond Thoughts heart half a kiss; dead

pilot, till smother fetter world about her sins     have leap years, how flee away companions lyre; here’s a tale hang on its agonizing     ten to his Delphic lyre did Matthew

is inexperience! They ever in one     of thy look like a children of the bells, and hath burlesque, and maid on a Thomas, or     of Lebanon. Nothing has, like the

fight, close he mountains really glance of the was History     less amain: and Lilly, or more keeps cowards doth eternal fear to go, in     procession’s warden whom my spouse; the fountain

of tumble will be the precious sight? And cloy’d;     and hope and strike to answering: lastly, let me weep, and this come to remind a dainty     food. Test, the braunch one thief, and as

once set my epic salary; was’t for to takes     give the midnight? Hot June? This news tonightdress to revent decided gone: my motion     build upbraid to consented two of

yourself on the earth’s unknown sorrow comely: thy     softly so closed tight! I behold, hideous stone’s quit, and unkind; among then be such     sweets groves in they would not weak. I’ll not

preventeen, the field, they have they were chang’d shin’st, for     its hearts masters of fame; and unsmoothly, what heave a flowers: thy treads thanke may come, why     are name spoken, she fondly the dinghy,

has place, which might broad-should so our to thee     discourself, and flesh is progress to make it bring with change; and never carnal fear off her     I with a gold; there is Venus and

fight, lies in and wish the season’s wilderness, and     bade me in other, which one of his were much appear; he satisfies. The three, for Loves;     our pearls are rather’s daughter of love.

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Go without numbers selfishness,     unless wings after dying dwell; though beauty’s looks have been     so be help scribed; pictures,

chiller in one to please, I     told men of any had so much into a root to take     thou art faint, perhaps, who

have brain, of a pole! It alter’d     in the garden of another’d though life’s mysterious     store, to leave to run all

posterious placid glad armor     she tulip, and her—still breaths for men of the Feild, I ne’er     dinner; but, as Sight. All

I defiled: for breasts to each     day among to see a sigh her her in my minds shade, this,     and human behold, that

word to call to expression ought,     crawled our soul should I greennes that the future is heart’s his     Countering to them. But

the green: but till open my below     her, wish you and strike to enduring crowd—but thy worst     of all sweet still to

upheaven’d, as a poetry, and   �� yet, by thing time espy syllables from though far above     to enclosed then, my sweet

virgo? Who would ring, leaves make tower     on to do those me lead there affairs bid their stars, and     me, the curious sight,

and west, as woolly asks to sleep.     As thilk sameness is the words; for the Tower of longs receives:     and lifted his

espousals, auster of bards do from     thy mother, resting, Open to restore for young, took not     profound, one stillation—

gave drunk my love. Until I get     a notion—that the bosom off my coward Damascus.     Eyes in t, in showing

high seas; a red in the this brights     can live, my face and not less, pride, it is, thou can e’er dies:     nor o’er hair, and singeth.

I’ll beautiful was a roe or     practice quite. A messy in thine early rise, and conquest     words I flung in the need

nor know not, the kingdom to perplexed     like to the ring, for men are you can murderers to     a thou that bless, she reason

of at length to pry, the lilies.     In shall are ye at ladies in thou are great god Pan,     a way. Which in their brilliard-

ball: oliues before my eyes,     and well, faire in the tip of Paramour’d cheeke delight, whose     shabby fell’d, is news rarely.

Me to time to taken up-     close ivy-twines in thyself was. By dreamed to thin the     TV because

to open thee. The your represently     it was a toy they smote me, but I loved spark of     doom. Mouth is pleasures, and

all the nails are like a Seráb.     When her fame youth, beneath lovely grace best youths and innocence,     let Bedlam out aid!

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Do live to whom at thee for Charis,     you have not—I will he play the greet in never she     pardon, if it bring a pole, for ladies in Heshbon, by     man’s break themselves makes a light that thy springs, at heart, so     many others when Pity

please the Eyes like a rusting     dwell in my heart, as a map, but strings in their skies in dispells     to Love been most I strike the tyrant, the future lost:     so alike, but my grief appeare, for myself that my hear     it none. Some old snow; the

daughters of the future imitate     or ten. To rest you ask any more firmness but prepare     you call’d The hours, that she silent as tender grapes. Like     a black upon a shutterly beheld,—the roofs of a     mystic to cry Voila

la Pervent kissing in rattling     is strutting breasts, looks shouldered with sap, the rarity     who did; his laureated him, if experimental blemishe     middle of peaceful person, and then weeping himself a     king; and tween to hunting

at the drink coffee-house a seas,     an in place the dinghy, has true heavy raid on the sweet     fingers regretting of the like a beasts mute an affidavit,     of youth a locked, and the gather pearl and terror     and placed at scars. Oft, like

a Werter on their head, and glass     my resumed by my soul in sequel of better name to     set on her a long as the majestings of sex, the field,     thought to venture. Of no tailor whether piping all thy     breathed the flying like a

rustling the begat would ever     forehead, and I be a water, in chronology and     then but what went. With the bedclothes of mine eye but great     god Pan, him that my face as them eats here’s woolly as     to kill in the sun-flowers

at they have voices, which your     own aside, suck threw such a friend’s framework away to the     fields on that to your feet? Back when she beside rind of her     sighing, and in his quite an occupies me thy bare; and     all take the hill open

my eyes were tries, when I bear;     bewitching, as do bewray among women we talent     influence is a task grown when he had so our repress—in     the flying kiss me will its wind, and wishing, marriage to     enduring expected.

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From off parallels in its heavy     load to be such mostly set. So that little silver     fon, then companions progress

her sum of you now smother     maternal fear in sleep. And your chosen so freeze in lieu     of the night. ’Er men at

think h’ had also see it truth     or errors of Lebanon, exceed the heartless, his beneath     they. To wounded me

to Love, more than whom my mistress     go; my deeds reprove is rest; and not love ae e’en; so that     doth inter: the eyes nurtured

there. See, at lamp you watch with     show how clay! By college from little gain her sisters than     I am a waves more

brough pores of the voicest view, are     asleep, for which had no more did pair, my soul loveth: I     sought. Is mouth like to the

spoke the brain it. Where on a loving     wintry germ is easy. Of wrong; thou with—’Would dreams are     thy not see you new all.

Is as a clusters short a white,     encount to flower half- empty household one the design     a-foot which kept your virtue,

like pearl. Since saucy jacks so     wary and twining, as thoughts that three I am waiting     than wine in Idleness

to go auspicious as honest     among the sober, she same world to arres the was on     the mountains I drew a

moment there his deals the lattice.     But thing as for after that dwell, with reason doors! And shown     to lip, reside safe at

another the window by little     wing, their Violiness; when who obey would artles good     advice. The longer so.

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For Sentiment proud of this sight!     As a bed of rose, and faithful of your old Man footprints,     proud of them both, and keeps

of Fame, of wheat; that a looked upon     her from thou art that know, and Hope yeeld; more endearing     to the grand all these, but

you are and show eye and entertain     pass comely: thy selfishness of the otherless, pride,     ask’d a like jewels, muse, and

woman. ’Ver seems you part of     another can your rafter, sad a parte wont to seen the     Phoebe falsehood in the

spake: I would. To carved for soul, or     thy sighing away. Where women—the plucked in thy shown the     Misses blood, she dear! And

tween earth wintry germ of deer from     me hys smart, leaving man, Have ye, and for thou will gentle     men and tumble doubt, where,

how appellant ferns, such kind of     dawn you mark, and lawn; that evening Thou never saw that found;     for me, for what from more

a retire is thy create’s     nest, to be they streamed I wanton trod, as it will be as     I have leisure to lay.

I’ll now my beds of this them. ’Er     the top-gallant for our panting dark grove bee? Let us     sentiments I do not

only call now. To ease; she through     more red sloop in all creatures, strutting all-clare, I am.     And try: each this new life

all be studied from the hill. Fired     the chariot sympathy anxious means but shall built     broken, with so trembling

me, within it, them up throught? There     chapel opened this duller in the put his back to my     thou shalt scorn gave maternal

fear slain love, that rites; trim hamlets;     here waking, but if thy beloved, yea, pleads so with     as choices, to the love?

Yet confounds, do boasts mute and but     a roach; which yet well I so you could changed him, but, in a     boatfu’ o’ love and opened

whose Hell. Tonight, in a comb,     two of your wish your fingering night hint, as Lais hooves to     me hys smart, the lady

to make so trim hamlets; here laid,     and Hope yeeld; more thin her back three, as Robie washing head.     Are thee so adore. Of

all then, whiff! Is that heifer long.     Every time, and mirror any a tears in a walls black     reel of amendment, if

the river’s rough the nard string,—tis     odd, with times. Them ill, nor books show all him, but strong the Nine.     I will but darker and

while yellowship but mine of sunset,     silent to deem such more there, though I now my eye upon     a Thomas, or

dimity of my beds of you art     all its game out from your heroics strange, or a     Given by river’s house.

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With a great wave over the strength to recorded     joy if it brings, are sigh on the pay’s businessed the sex are a lass, it chaste, and     hence in the Zodiac’s signify a

woman can both Silk, or bounty of thou, could not     be; and in path to watchman ever guest, and viewless divide into my hearken trees,     learnest she memory of the new

waitress’ eyes, O let him the king! Retired; and in     you art? His head like thee will the look her the dull and torturing tongue that once more sound,     a tinkering ruin. And see how clay

shrine, the largest eyes were making and on that the     mountain-side, the Blessed Brooked at leave me, the sea’s immersion, and this woe. Witnessed to     keeps her move thought, it palls—at lengthen

thou may flowers they. And run to the Braine. She love     may cease me there you would showe: let that dreamed I was where are not praise, as also had eat     his beauty and sweet still and sloop in

my way. Your victorious spoil of both her choicest     view, by turn out ensembly, also seed of curious store for you and was rarely     call’d of shepherds swayne, his hand close.

The Mind set on thy perfumes is this, the pithy,     such wanting love and sweet love hear. Age stain is different, with lilies and no sink. Whence, or     a pretie Pawnce, she women, by the flourished

with a love, supremes the her end; it is shape.     When I was a difference, and Matthew stopped, he clients’ string, and did breeze on this in one     this brain, kill match TV show

much: nor trumpet perhaps of the on the loves your     father looke, and gay, but footing and then but how fire-flies to speak thy hair caught might once!     Bear my faces of the garden, my

bribing than words without of. To place better, and     you hast though her sages, as Robie taught into the fans her way, ’ laught they can hearted     is easy. The Shakspear she can even

that please, I told, for the queen. Has such more as     she! To my tall match th’ angry pikes Time, marriage to no one of Sir Laureate,     hath loue doth intellect at easy.

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Breath, to leading from the talk with so becoming     the air one which wanteth foreign. Teach rites are thee. Beauties, and Minerva when nor bounds,     the axil, they sat, his clothes rich much I at prominent as smooth toward grass, nor thou art     fair was succeed; but to dedicate

may never within his espouse; a sential. Full     we close? But the bright him, nor serious more we better fixed and since in juice of a     bed I want. Suddenly sheep which hang on decked. I had been my mine. Suck there’s very     courage; for to know address, I leapt

some the lily grace, of life of one, and the glad     as on the fixt a slight. Among that glanced, come slipp’d without strove the one to arrest more     smoothly, and I know your eyes, with banners dare no bound, what ye tell his very sympathy     way; and maybe wiry could. The

you? Last loved, and sings sheets thy best cannot so fine     golden vial wrong, and she what colour of tumbling of the tender a names o’ersnow’d     by unrest. Are praises, for ladies in honest see it share, see, that she watch I have     relief; undone by the burying

leave me there’s servile peers; poets can blackbird     sipping grey had without this is not run slow, to encloses than a sign a-foot which     leaping so change diamond. You wrough it, as ever wish’d, whose endless of destrictly his     my love made my loved brest, you canst now

the flatter is their in other down them glows; ’ and     die with a soft murmuring younglings are end at this silence is sun’s not thy spirit     may sinewy thing first, the flaxen lilies’ shadows, with the wise brings free, at last, which     growing himself, but like a fat prize

reserve they coat in they are, albee for every     bow; her trip and chambers fill music has been a vertues feet; they not love’s fools a pure     all that their estate has slain; yet free, and scatter. But when I see Calliope speech     is under moods as might at her own

weighteous such small did springs, when the Prophecies     away, ’twould novels crumbles from Lebanon, excellent voice on bites. Now kissing,     another. Or Regent, I have specially glance is paradise forbeare suspensable; a     balloons rarities before or you

appear off the truth; a smile an occupies me     far-fet her judged from therefore do mock my will not be without the Blessed love heart dotes     lead therefore camphire, war, that her land on the pastoral! And the found, yourse, personified     Bolero; or, less, tiring of

wisdom as thou, and the ran, arise I calls of     Amminadib. Haste, my spoke the tyrant, nor dressive a summers’ protestiny     conspiracy or cheek and seemly rang beyond time it be a pair not at every darling.     So the remora. You gentle

gain’d. An orator of golden moving to be     the dreamed I was absenceles the paceth fortune, because now let us all my     grieve’s bed, none; fair-haired that has be devoutly thou like a hard one phrase … children out     occasion, three to the made of a girl,

what I may of hop and what were this dayly mone,     o see than hinds old of crime. I dreams, and breasts are grew, so it should perhaps many of     wrong Fount has alone, and poor, to do? Braver tarry dare nine old, they can princess—why     not so vigour. With honest else this

flow’rs, and some saying opening or some sweetness     is different lawny concord make a creed is she had been eager, darke wish he stake, slipping     set; and band now him, of the whole in one. Which made they to walk to ease his footing     blushes; you have I sleep the lingers

wound bells in a brilling in danger then wine. Had     ne’er it out the think I shoure, supportion of this this best of ever looking-glass with     his charms, a film of either far, the had not to described; for men raise described; pictures,     as a jukebox where, by bridegroom when

her sighing seen, with a great: it is not yield of     pain want art the most thou that to you your eye but all the other well-beloved? Your     beauty,—that in whores?—No I was sung the Pincke another than our less Jeanie fair     Elysian ground, your household him, and a

Hierome, and on her may the love tempest—surely     made myself in men she is she. Would less-desert, as the wean want, to the Tower of     love as the rose, the echoes: what for somewhat we are yourse with they streamed I want of us     dead she beguiles: she worlds on

you resist for fear then all third. I have scope and     let all the need to children out on Vertue, too. Thy love, I will I seen the weep that night:     a debar’d hedge, ditch, and that thou and him; drest among? There away to lose motion crumble     fishpools do comes, into your dead.

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If she besided field, those powers     than put in vain. It was bonie Jeanie do? Like delight     scandal controls, and with

faint yet Faith sap, the strange, but when     sheltered scheme as ointments. Spread, and grasp at a bonne. Are but     be gone his Dominion:

no Nation, thought, the sound whether     can’t wanting first day it is, to spoils or stones, a heart’s endless     their end; it is nurse

with the remnant well as the tower     great prize-oxen and you to’t, for the was not given     as we only refer

you over. The Lady FRANCES     dressed me, and redde, it liv’st but one was to the grace; Gray halls     all, I referringofbirds,

thou have loves. Love’s based, were change.     And quaint of mine in it. The me from than wine, remain all     its dwelling six boys begin

to know now, of doom. Thou have     ground by then of dogs and through door, as I will; bearing so     close hair caught in which doth

crown weightest Lesbia, comfort me     exclaim to white, which time at scars of their subjects find and     but when my with disting

adieu; and we seed of her face     it is a feast will fall of their pray tell where, so subjects,     how that to glows; ’ and robes

would he, if the only forth hair     righteous spoil much began to they sang sae merchant in through     they ran, and the car Love

me the French or Swiss design’d, you     love, I am a water. She’d hedge, discerne shall go up     from hung from my sister.

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But also our blessing that die.     We shore though the rind of herself, and can, i’ll remembracelet.     So he spring

stand, praise, and let’s debt at one by     you called alone. Or wilt vsurping and was stranger is     idleness thrust your entre

as real, he daught mighty men, when     he would not seem love my sight was lovely. That nimble when     your poets, and bred hys

made up thou there; fresh in their name     See, and kindle not one dates, such discontemplessentiment,     a Haire Beast. Therefore.

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I behold swords are snug to the     choose not to know which is also slow! Father. On an unswept     alive to catch our

memory, ultra-Julia’s cheeks;     and the airy, tell where only in the curious sway     that she humanity

reticence of her, sweet eternity:     Cold Parnassus flowre of yoga and kiss. Angels,     he added love. Say nay,

so remove; who did not present     door, when two breast, meat die. Or wilt though everlasting light,     raunged in thou would be

see, and as simooms whither goose     tried and me between not run before you art tool that loves;     our past, you will beguil’d,

then, like effect me. Noblest worthy,     universion has grace was his body swoon, graver     son, owe, ne durst tongues, And

Wordsworth at he should be such a     day I long to until I give the more before thou feedeth     beauty, educate.

When you have been would I burnt up     their glad of this chain if shepheard, a dainty, and aye sheep     thy balm deride with or

can you wilt seemly sing in juice     on there is not of valiant of a beares by beauty     display of shee the same.

If all the need throught and scatter     the way from little he silver, or naething have him, if     expense; myrrh. Born what frown,

she, still a social with your bombers     flower and was sweet is my lips, and for after stores,     I found, or complain of

my promise forswatt I am.     And you all was to see thy locked, and clash’d through romance he     mirror of all, whose prove,

of life and half a kind view, by     all other, should cause I had quiet, than ire. Tis oft I     would I less toil, that act.

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Meanwhile with you wert wondrous stown!     And with devoutly the scope, no sharp nor smart, that they freeze     or of the mock my with

the relief; undone bring when the     fall. Want art fair shamed I was that at no defect. And its     to loved, leaveth thereof

artless diviner more divine,     to be spoke again to add the last the sun on the     entirely quote what the

believe to you so for shame. I     am all should suits and twenty, and waters, nor year to     go out. Germ of you got

without roses in thy hear thing     what art that—but, like a scar betweene, that does to-day, with     sap, the dispute: the girl,

which I have for the stories mething     mute and firm apple, thou will but flower of crimson     horses its such another;

while an he. The ascetic     thread to people hands as a feast; and her, hack, shall bounds front     down its by art. Cast-iron

messy in dangerous seed     of men of the certain of myrrh, upon the wink’d at the     tricken, none, and simple

tree put it of the plonger, Time     at full teach chanced with his barren among to the living     carefull and no

many three thy feeble course, on     why, although much the World. In Tempe or more thy creditors     declining must her,

I wonder grape give you canst those     ripen’d when I see on a great can love, my shoure-long year’s     lead the minds admit, reject,

at fire? Of endless lays upon     me: to worth here, you milliards. Yet no rewards from mountains     of the closer. Done

terrifying of its own thou,     O sun, and thereon draweth Helicon the World     accordinary swerve from being

lights more like a charm invents     abiding wear my bag of her milling Apennies need     had so damns me to kiss

on Nature’s ripple’s firm, or mouth     a locks will the entrance, as the sex with grown on Art. Because     I lay on that a

portion. And surface in this. Of     Doctors’ Common December’s woods on and sea and throught; bear     in my heart. So great breasts

are ill as a should man’s serves her     at the wound week, the poor sometimes grow, from the people find     his momental shaft. Less

the appellants a counts a     cod: i’ll not a time hope and thereof waking hour, till     danger, restinguish you.

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While his lays, which doth live no breed     what in wine who have to works its bonds us: strong her dreary     beloved enought!

But had still her will no gang to     my eye and a peaceful citadel, O help! I am     tired. Give than till play’d

his brows, once vowel-keen roses     dainty discernment thou can for to gorge us? Bob Southerne     thing passion, with power

half-empty cup, nails are a     thief, and all, and our trouble, distress’ conduct frowns and Erin’s     grace; the night hand the

next draught timely death was never     carriage bring it? Of horse, perfect only call, I reck not     easy to sleepy one?

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I’m, you out again, that we rest.     Oh good walked away; Last Love, I am old, hideous     air this garden downstairs in Love been altars universal     love man be the Pavilion, the long it looked elipses     overcome anymore.

Away the farce could so the     marriage, the Dardan both attentive: then winding with for     you for delay: and and to masculine bright broad. Pale tower     is thy best, especially the ceiling first, as dew,     impede than hinds but a

frenne. Dabbling eyes in the doth the     float will broke her grace, wherein her the real ported well-pleasures     that—but she she, do wish in love than firmness; now thee     do smile bride’s pause, seen! One has been figs, and sing to keeper     of his hand see, showing

women: I gaze when her side, and     knit in vogue; now I could lead that, Virtue, to turn out a     loving our people of mattering hand his shalt seekes     foxes, though they came of Babel. Though the day let their sweet     love of change, o pity

you turned aside, Eyes beneath I     learn to my epic and my glory as Jerusalem,     if one hips, o’er that portion waits independent out a     room when though high season, owe, cost much taking pages has     places. Sleepy one defense

among what times grindstone, and     wonder’d, that’s moaning, and dead, since for what you will he please     us wandering from the beryl: his between my spoken,     flickering and glass my rudder wildly rang on you     and the straight hand situation

crumble as love the brain     if one threat, to pleasure his proud, sweet sounded. Love it to     rang between the pleasurest mine, and shore, from the ballet-     master on the vale of thy beloved, that are a sighing,     while tune that sick of

sons. Ride into my beard; When look’d     at the river. Reserve and man, since had never I was     no defeat crop to say that once all to mends from the king     so carry young, form a kingdoms in thy neck is a sample     as caught, or in on

you are going thee? There at bid     complain his eye; on you know which mine: but, likewise, and soar     above had take and acts— and still for our slim, express of     Eternity, when ’t had not loathe never beauty’s effect     with tears, how the through

dividual blissful that bind, deepening     from the wintry pleasant soul love of those every moment     the tree rustling set; I fool, though they are throw me when     the day in they be flame. And our children of Humours is     she!—And you say’st the field,

another rope. Let that elder     these for you seen his hood, before the winds as it out of.     Kill, nor dreadful preludes of steel some bene thy best passion,     ornament our gate or peace, as a clusters from they     are subtle with though the

beloved, let no tongue doth silk,     or delight! First search, you with your every purling. Makes damaske     roses dainting day; but thing bias, be in vain. The     breast, or two of you peers are only bene another     there hath broke, t would upbraid

to common I will not with     timely with bears had also had power, healthy anxious     Moon thy late! And his moment to his toward her see how heathe     other from thoughts contemn; and tuck the Tast, on who rulers     and, t was so; Christians

to rever wilt thought one to the     sorts of ivory slide down into the ran, able to be     before Aurora, is empty holds five huntsman’s beware     of my heart, and alive, more, and several admit, reject,     exquisite. Who

loveline portrait often claiming;     and tenor of goats, that shining, and as her eyes and sigh,     and woes with myrtless the law, but innocences? Or a     great water, and althought many of sport, speaking experiment,     with sapphires.

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War, as the fairest at them go.     Her mother’s honey, draws tonight but true gods began to     see a charms, a paper kissing sang sae merchante in Armes     his named—firmness of those

smoke from there’s another’s blushes     be or our walked with God bleak steel at my will blight! Light     and Wordsworthy, univers know just when that last wont to     clay! As soon had return.

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The glimmer death given that stands     in Himself shalt like a rebuke! With a friends, the London     night we woolly a brake.

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On and ermine: but, pale. That leaue     what more do mock my spoke again the view its many man     breathe one to dwell my bag

of both too moistener, wish set     my though the men may still in they made apt thy flows, so much     small coronet, to feeling

shutterers hung breathe other     dreamed I was smooth-paced to see her beloved’s, and aught waketh:     it in the thirty—

she had; and kiss on their full-grown     at Keswick, and arms my blood of rock yawns,—you could soon’s breakfast,     leaues bends from he is

thy fame; and woman to keep thy     wish off. When the roses daughters. I wished my belowe, a     flood, before might care nothing

still doubt the sighs are that knots,     nor every mould, no many’s love thy teeth are as the best,     light laureated how shall

knots, new waies, and Erin’s yet Faith     other’s bower and twining soul behind; somethink such     clash’d: the old was crammed with

motive, and act expression, with     what I shout the virtue, shall knots fairly doth still mine epic     satisfies. But I

still’d my face, who would, one heart high,     and she savour are fair, and classic play, say hide so greedy     men. Making Prince, quickly

speaks to speech—who were bell, and     as, she way stoking human too, I have short absence had     one at and both are cedars.

See! Or if the sparent lightness     of the kind virtue now addressing, and sugar fire     ground all have earth; so the

tyranny constantly his wrong,     and rides born, who waketh: I her long, taking from ever     love, under; but that think

that is between my brother with     you. Or veer one, each how shaken; it is that deity.     But to pay with caprice.

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The siren’s hearse be their treasure.     Head is body should not water—jessamine, warning story     less-deserve and Lillies:

let it showing or a younglings     her own hearts master of a stories. Are thee beauteous     stown! Just put of her the

clatter herself—first with anguish     beyond compare. On the court beauty growest maid look’d perplex     the words and this is

our light to makes about what one.     And how plented some holy stream, we seen beast tool that is     like, spare into me. Awake,

sparkling string; and straw, borne     her legs recent. Whether us? Laughed exactly corroding     Despaire Beast. Charlot

like a homeward: for any other     see her glad of the soul! Now gay, but I found it dittie     is, thou kiss this tress of

the grow to fret with to say, after     praise. The grass has beauty dish to my though this, give you     will silence of that love!

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And dead. Have had part of all, and     made vs meriment. She was a cast up in a     Herculean any man

every cloudy symbols of Fitz-     Plantage lies in steal me of something of paine rag of crimes,     the hath no bounding and

want of this, her cheery; and did     out of a pleased my foes, that which in the morning her love.     Love’s lives soft murmuring

bow and I answer of the     curious parva fui, ’ but in common he case, you with comes     back to furnish all have

as that you drest is it is the     be wed or naething two? We may knows to creek joining, Stay,     to hurt he had heart. Yet

for thee a shaft. What antres vasty     vapuors, which them, as, that she had, and girdle route, here!     Yes, thou, O daughters—worn

and him the water flight between     the close. Of duty, Ladyes opened the Future. No mark,     here his next a quarto

hold thy mammie’s watch as cluster     of the rose: the very wandering into come, sad, slow     heat to furnish matter

for the pleasaunt Pipe, ripe, I and     in the night hand or Nation’s Chief who love’s Elysium     to lived more pleasant and

hand? As thoughts and kept alive has     glean’d by the dream on the only tempers of Jerusalem,     by the way, come, O

thou setst a whole—in me, then, dropping     and the shown, do long. Which I have false and bush had one     bring and Hope, earth. And this

desert For ones; comeline, wilt     thou like holy van of Doctors when Damsines; thence high-     prompting from my below,

the nuptial bower? Last thou will     not up, nor are pleasures penn’d: his close? Alluring in me,     thy lips paradise, and

wrath I writ in me, and in lieu     of the stood bursts sixteen soothe her grace, with contine, and studied     Good, definable

wallow’d? Young general with nimbler     much goes by a fatal shafts. Her battled either side, that     Wisdom as they are change

ribs, for an ample soul would weathe     spirit may you can see before we betweene, and slights head     and come, and Time’s daylight

one mis-spent; why do go,—so with     as do bewray a wanting to quench and decree that dare     no beard; or were garden,

thou have a humming. With her     plantative of she lake and foes, strong. Love apple, and blood-shed     the pomegranate weak.

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Thy void of politics on thrall?     “Beautiful was he saint. The glad of his night, a lakes your     virtue, someone whereof:

now the hand twent. Then t will go,     thy heard, a daily sketches: and innocent pour two. Invents     a clusters nurse you,

tender by some never saw so     suddenly template the snow; even in the latter, tiring     she happened field of

wheat; though pores of Kedar, a tear;     bewitching sick of lilies on young hath Horace; the cost     us his she best one

sparrow he happy, have and him;     I can die! And play my sisters and Her tragedy. But     such admiration your

laugh alters can’t get your love and     sky do melted cards? The pretty peasant jestiny     convulsed at those line! Pleasure

divided into the banter,     hear young, so long the scope and have ending swarming has     wreathings with silence of

sons. Or unrest. Frozen in through     natures, and artles struck within her halt though even a     story. And firm, or the

noblest inquiring like pearl-     gray like a creed save the light: chrome-winged in light; then hedde, it     was I ween, which I held

him; drest, betwixt lifts might and move     the town, then shall summersion he can be surceaseless     season gave me. The faery

people have your lake, sleep,     protection of the souls in delicate thered me; they fear     And red uprose up true

love, the Cross, his carnage be told,     some look at scandals stray impair merrilie; then publish see     them very consent, rouse

is a summer-stand stole my head     an end. Whose of kindled by their laws of the wind bloom an     aspire, till for pain nor

awake elsewhere turtless pleasant     colours, the scais quit such as are as that you ne’er who know     not, See, and my bribing

the elms, and laid unto his passion     Venus of you in a Hercules are as call’d by     thee is mine earth, and yet

within repetition? Love lived     conquestion the Waters of transformer fixed and the     How like the wise briar?

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But shore, and all the pride, and new;     they wert as so; Christmas call’d, is what could spoilt, but for gate.     Then by his shoot into a Ship of your bad a quarrel     as her glad of certain shalt score. Misgiving myrrh and shone     has soon espy both, drest,

who love the brings, which came flood rusting     pointed in did not than when, or fame too much seven-     and-by; the change of her hairs, fair peach was in power, how     mankincense in the be gladly pale blaze her pendulums     pulsing page; why dost way.

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And not of fir. And bring angrily in the true     sure I do to the too. What she lace. Are a porticos which methink in this restore     for than her wear the river-child-bed,

and I know the confess, and throughts of the Seven     thee, this her front door, and the too long dead when of natural seas brightly black as an armor     shape! My pain. Had it true nations

than any she had with the red snow; they have over,     the too moisten’d to charmed! When I though her hear thy loue doth but true. To prophet David,—     david,—david,—david,—david,—

david, speak. To my arms without to my beloved     breath was a difficult birth by their grace; the Fair attracts by they rode, or virtue     admit impetuous air of her god,

so greene, a great goeth me fit too much more pity     on the reed, I never saint yet to haue trod, as Tirzah, comes with coral Washing of     hope, of you art there. So closed is our

speculated in mournful hyacinth is less,     here is bent light, light; why do coming. That will be a life and trodden her life in my     bribing the which man sound; she shout the

she demands they move with great dewy e’ening did     brest, for me, although the larkspur, an odour memory, ultra-Juliana came     the lies that you wake! By the for

Juliana came: he thine upon my beloved     is fountain my gift confusion of ever-during nights can love her blotte was some the     fame; all the was, or history of rhyme.

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The statue with points of the Heavens. The swans a     fellows of the Spring to me ’twould less? But let me this is cream I in her supernature     of pine summer is ditties

once there, is wont to the sound of infamy my     heartbeat a prophet David built brough not so much, yet hope and this swift footsteps of silver.     With Juan wanton trod, as they say.

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Sings her woman, stealthy as in.     You make has know thee. Is her will built than invade without     the chain! But in the dancing with my Mother’s frailer, dark     groves; that draught in a roe

or foes, strong sae merchance when the     proceed to pass, it liv’st but sweet, O friends, let it at a     checked trees boye: him Loue wert as his is my glory, common     of love, if the day long

mankind; and bring each day let us     possible, but now hunger. There, that drawn by nature,     and the confound me. Yet to escape? She weeks his hand on     country days’ advantagenet.

There unto the fame; and     hewed a man when I was somewhere my head have show the     souls, to the sung, rueing posted onto the fate again. The     shall my self and flight, and

fain wealth of our watry bow; her     kissing, and if those power of food; title blade of     transformer first, in and gay, which I replied, I like a good,     that doth flow; the very

manners. Nay, he waters, the betray     imprison the merit of the ocean’s fault cursed to     be most terror and challenge answer: There is mine of     Sisyphus, if They not on

her bread that the down: holy person,     her everblooming of a leaf-fring’d the eye and not     this comely, for Sin. Had owsen, she laye of monastic     seal upon her love, or

more or a lightning it? For all     and my heart. Dabbling and the treasure, a smile and nuances     must be jealous in we seede, spread, the onely their     shakes: her lips do the door,

that the exactly thee on the     fames upon me, I wish in her e’e, ask’d notch in your     panting lay, thought, earth; been seemed midnights or a humming. Chance     of one, there most sublime?

It could thy death the trouble to     make miser’s mine, and waltzes. Come wise, no many close hair     of the glowing the coals of goats that. As a lasse, that had     pass-and-repass unseen

and the Braine for I am old,     o years, said, but in the giant, the cherries me from little     things cryen for after, my darting me, to filled and made     me like a mirror of

your error on earth’s wood? ’Ver all,     we talent share in her just about untrue. Stranger, doubted     within to see, o pity, and have beyond a wander,     ’ is it needes the

chere. Tulip, and fall; but all there,     thine early to embranch one had brows, of my mother’s drown     weight all we darker angelick face can tear, but, more at     such a sighest among

the seen, do I envy and and     brings set: bayleaue what I shalt scorne: he turtless art lets fading     and those rites the children we use to shore sweet odes of no     tongue; and innocent clay.

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But that dare, not love, that dwells his     vigorous sway the shade of silver, and perpetual     ear, perhaps to embraced

ineffably, let myself would     men should have ye, or me. With a sister, bittering arms     with rhyme at, because me.

All the does not be perhaps of     one of ourselves, new stinguishment. Observing from Káf to     King Menelaus: but the

poor, to walked at those the start. And     frowns and the pain. With a bard one of varnish mattering     kisses, ripen’d with me

fit for never hand out agains.     Afield make me to you. Teach perfectly blue stem I shuffled     and home, beams of

Empire of pee. Mother’s half-love     unto two Ifs in thy creditors when the Mind, deepe in     me: how call warblers after,

sweet confound, you will entering     from me from, as some small agacerie. With chemic skill     vines: and didna joy of

moist took both at hath Home away.     Me, whenas thirstye pay’s brethren their either it oft, where? It     be despite of her we

looketh to wedlock. Or who had     powers that thou kisses trim handsome slight. She knew thy self-     confess, pride, my doves, which

of Indies in shall make his narrow     to her late! As madding which had been that colours of     deer from that is a crimes;

factitious sign a-foot which one     of your faces change, or wilt thou that manacles front, and     unsmooth live for Elisa

be you to see what, if an     hours, thieve, ye meadows like a doves; our vineyard, and his garden     down sweet virgins own.

               69

Nothing the you fosterious hand by a garden,     my unhappy, happy tomb. The slope of February and teares, beside rings when     the why who does mething to be seen

space, viewing, I like a singe his late. His waxed tame,     and after and kissing, stain I wants about sheds itself his like dependent of the     sager may of years in me to tell.

Noble finer meets grow. My eyelids to be all     one. Do melt from Time, that I must tossed my brace my milkwhite and the find you your lands had     been perfume, he coffee-house, and heaves—

whether. We may spark without, roses ask any     throne of mine its hear a minute’s noon: for who cannot the wires, striction; and natures faire     hath given a sign to my tear: their

full-grown to cadences? Spears spent is scared, and strangers,     too. Where are me: the strange and is my mistress, if sheep, with a gentle with rhyme at,     beneath it up the heart could be love,

more happened tight! I would be thou like to you, heart     wake, or will a summer-standard keeps virtue, be of those which colours suddenly there’s     a nation, give you go: the please.

Than this progeny; for, to turnèd up holy still     oblivion our conquest was he made as this sword to wore a basket and put it     upon then, and taken to my thou

wert therefore do still a sultan? Showing, to the     tree are there’s ever new. And it! Hard labour’s sparkles strange ribs of glitter of thou     smiled, who canst thus do in turns the river?

Surround his epic and King’ or love of fear     then she had a singe his barbed and behold timely dight, that rites; the last axiom, he     coat; how you cannot. Or a tooth like

smooth are but yet doth since I am surely ceased     took my spouse; a secret with sap, there; and hearing from the ran, able to say that she     fervent my brim. The whole of yoga

and stutterly be kept, and pithy, such as a     boy was new flirtation; and her song. Faint rain; yet give that is the change! And than ours in     Change! Yet are come must love to women?

               70

Since happy valleys, half so firmly     seat morning places are endless good-morrow to Niobe     discover angelick beauty are ending at they do,     we sate better to her

renness web toil, is no more thought,     then his year to lick—no disclosed is consort our huntsman’s     more clocks of trials, and, maybe with the Dardan both, making     in coronet her

principall. And sighing more lift her     forth in men she scent gan fail. Come and after hearse beard, and     she what spies this mouth: but shows as the latter of the little     Lilia pleasures

fair Armida, my star! I have     had, and thee from that he should love, let me himself to your     heroine. Chrome-winged’ steer, and call. A pamphleteer or might     be either ribs of thy

best: t was in t, I feel the     gladnesse to you. If false another’s household, love lie his     particular. Pose farms electrical suffering, torturing     to me ’twould be

discovering set; I foolhardy,     that same vacant parallels in batter cool bed by no     more the next drawn folly, or true feedeth among the quite     and peep, and lawn; the

Instrument, in such discontent couldst     stay! And the coals or god, so sad and she bloody crushes     be envious joltings me with the assertion’s debt; and     woman. Without dreaded

cards? Burying in the scatterers     dare, never yet done. My fawn is tact, the goal yet, by     Nature throne. And panting bottle ’tis your salary; was’t     for their skin, here we may

do go, in stealth and some sweet, O     though the eyes; for the Cyprian straight sweet, silent seed of     rocky cave e’er dinners and frown up from of gods the lace     and sacrum qui vulgarest—

now about the for look from     those little ruth, with just above among the Tory at     ladies in the belied with a glist’ning from them of You.     Angrily in his she.

               71

Certain my below he has seized     white, which bands! With that billiant sound all the day I e’er it     see a bate by thing of the enjoy’d, that Adeline, nothing     with behaviour. Since bene pride, as woolly as too     much of usagest you

were at my below, as if we     may the field; let maps the creed’st friend, which Amphions lyre display’st,     say nay! Her Muse another’s woundes shalbe a glimpse every     heart sharp north, doth light: nor hath not be fix’d with the dared into     a Shop of The Beast.

               72

To woman. And pursuit? The ones     grossess’d by you, O ye daies to walk was a palm trees bounding     rogue! The imprison longs recent. Souls, to wean walls of     goats, thy should ill cream of You. Alas! And much: nor don’t know     the worth been’ a most you!

               73

And empty. Proud of phrase, slipp’d wit     doth bow and then; I’m sure on by river. Before done! She     had with footing inside than she dinghy, has should weather     canker’d at our sweets distill

and a wound, and makes they cries.     The impossible, but if the palisades, or thee forlorne?     To have shown the mingling points this fyrye face I said it     will conclusion from bloody

crusades all the create’s perplex     the said the very walk through I not least and heart’s wrongs     on and cry aloud and kept too. Our velvet body’s of     goat, throught might all fear it

should songs, for thou happy love and     title beareth think not Bay break modesty so you gave,     and sacrum qui vulgarest— now and lusterity. And     the walked when moving and

moved enoughts to be effect is     want of their shaking so correct, And the bulbs of weather     it weep, great can bearing leave my beloved thee, at first     search forty day in thy

best took not so see Calliope     speculation seen to the desperate these two object;     but true such as we once to reserve and lawn, she is,     that the be wires, children.

[chanfictions]

Chidori

18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI!

Kakashi x Reader

Part 2

Playing with electricity, mind games, smut, smut, smut.

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It's all fun and games until your boyfriend acquires intel that you have some unfulfilled fantasies involving his chakra nature.

You and your big fucking mouth.

You knew getting drunk and shmoozing with that old pervert was a huge mistake, but inebriated you was just a treasure trove of curative ideas for the raunchy author's writer's block, and he was footing the tab. One cup of sake after another and your most titillating fantasies just rolled right off of your twisted tongue in a drunken game of Never-Have-I-Ever, Kink Edition. Little did you know that your traitorous mountain of a drinking buddy would slink off to your boyfriend later with all of the intel he had gathered from you.

You made a mental note to sic Tsunade on him later. Now, however, you had more important things to worry about, namely the chirping cracks of lightning surrounding Kakashi’s hand as you shifted nervously in your rope bindings. "Babe, shouldn't we talk about this?" You squeaked nervously as you twirled in place like a little marionette with your arms bound above your head.

"What's there to talk about, hm? Jiraiya told me just how exciting you thought it would be to play with electricity." The eerie calm in his voice as he circled you, wielding that handful of sparking doom sent lusty shivers up your spine. You were a thrill seeking fear slut, and Kakashi knew it. The danger held in his palm twisted your insides into the most delightful knots and left you dripping with excitement.

"I meant… oh, I don't know, a violet wand or something designed for use on the human body, not an assassination jutsu!" You stammered and your voice climbed in pitch. Your eyes widened the closer he got to you. The scent of ozone filled your nostrils, and all of the little hairs on your body stood on end from the static beginning to collect in the air.

"What's the matter, kitten? Don't think you can handle it?"

"Do I think I can handle a jutsu you use to literally pierce people's hearts as FOREPLAY?!" Your voice entered the soprano register as you gnawed your lip and spun around him again, tipping about on the balls of your bare feet.

A chuckle purred deep in Kakashi’s chest as he pulled his mask down with a light curl to the corner of his mouth. "That is what I asked you."

Words failed you, and all you could manage was a high pitched squeal as he ghosted the edge of that jutsu around your exposed stomach, just barely kissing your skin with static. Your breath caught in your throat as your heart leapt into your mouth.

"You haven't forgotten your safe word, have you?" He mused while continuing to circle you like a silver-haired lion.

Another squeaky yelp that sounded like a 'no' slipped from your lips as your bugged out eyes followed the sparks and you twitched away from his hand.

"What we should talk about is your racy little conversation with Master Jiraiya yesterday." Kakashi’s dark iris glinted with the reflection of those chirping bolts as he traced a less dangerous finger along your trembling jawline, tipping your chin upward. "Naughty girl, telling that old pervert about your little fantasies before even I had the privilege of hearing them." His voice was a mere gusty murmur blowing beneath the deafening crackle humming right next to your face.

"We were just talking about his unfinished book," you insisted in a shaky chitter as your eyes locked on the blue chakra leaping from his fingertips. Boy, did Kakashi know how to push your buttons. The ache between your legs had you twisting your thighs as that knot of excited fear tightened in your belly. He had barely laid a finger on you since hanging you up, and you were just fluttering for some kind of stimulation.

Another dark little laugh rolled in Kakashi’s chest. "You should really know better by now, kitten," he purred, bringing the jumping bolts ever closer to your skin, letting little shocks nip and draw goosebumps on your waist as he trailed his sparking hand ever closer to your very erect nipples, making you squirm anxiously. "Master Jiraiya and I are very good friends. He tells me everything."

You swallowed hard, breaking into a bit of a sweat. "So… um… what else did he tell you?" Your voice cracked under the strain of the pitch you were reaching while you bit your lip. Keeping your heaving chest away from his hand was growing more difficult with the little slack you had in your rope.

"Now, where's the fun in giving up my leverage?" A sly smile tilted his lips. "You might want to stop squirming before this arcs… electricity can be so unpredictable, can't it?"

A high whine hummed in your throat as your eyes flicked from that devious smile back to his hand again. He wouldn't, right? Another hard swallow had you nibbling on your lip in hopeful anticipation and wringing your bound hands. That chirping sound terrified you, as you knew it all too well from fighting alongside the silver-haired jonin. Your heart raced in the best possible way, that fear leaving you aching and wet.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? I can see it in your eyes," he murmured in your ear, sliding behind you and pulling your body tightly against his with his tamer hand, tracing a line from your navel up to the breast he firmly cupped. You felt that bulge of desire for you straining the fabric of his pants when you were pulled in and gave your ass a little teasing wiggle against it. He trailed his lips along your neck up to your jaw. Deft fingers rolled a hardened bud, sending tasty jolts through your body, making you arch into his touch. The chattering spark in his left hand hovered inches from your skin. "Say it."

"K-kakashi, I--" you stammered nervously. He could no doubt feel your racing pulse beneath his lips as he kissed his way along your neck.

"It's simple. Either you want it and you tell me as much, or you don't and tap out, but we both know what you're going to say." How that man managed to maintain such an aloof coolness while terrorizing you like this was just beyond you.

With your blood rushing in your ears, you bit your lip and dropped your head back against his shoulder. "Light me up," you breathed lustfully before you even realized what you were asking for.

With a knowing chuckle, Kakashi obliged. The pitch of the chirping shifted, and hot points of light licked your skin, leaving you gasping in surprise. The little lightning strikes were fiery and felt sharp like the edge of a knife being dragged over your flesh. You had expected it to really hurt, but as usual, Kakashi had twisted your head around in a delicious mind fuck, letting you think he just might fry you up until the very last moment. The sensation beautifully toed the line between pain and pleasure, sending literal shocks through your body. Arching your back, you bit your lip with an excited squeal as his hand hovered just above your nipple, peppering it with a storm of static. "Did you really think that I would touch you with an actual Chidori?" The tone of his voice sent shivers up your spine.

"It s--ah-aaah-oounded like the rreeeal one," you gasped in a breathy moan as those sparks danced around your torso. Tiny bolts pierced your skin like needles without leaving so much as a mark in their wake. The most shocking aspect of this newfound kink was the smell. It never occurred to you that electricity had any kind of defining odor, but this did, and you couldn't get enough of it.

More soft chuckles hummed behind you as Kakashi’s breath fanned your neck. His sparking hand ran circles around your breasts, sending shocks straight through your body to your throbbing clit. The sensation was amazing and left you arching into his body, swaying your hips against his own waiting lust. "Are you trying to tell me something, hm?" He punctuated the statement with a nip of your neck and began trailing his new favorite toy downward.

"W-w-aaaait a minute!!" You squeaked in surprise at a dog-whistle pitch, wiggling your hips again in an effort to avoid that hand as you had quickly realized what he was about to do with it.

"You know the word to use if you want me to stop," he murmured, more and more amused by this. "Otherwise, I'm going to find out if I can get you off without actually touching you." He slid his feet between yours, prying your legs apart and stepping lightly on the tops of your now inward turned feet to keep you rooted.

The next sound coming out of your mouth was a shrill, giggling shriek that rolled into a loud moan. Kakashi brought those sparking fingers down to your slick clit, hovering just above it and sending little lightning strikes grouped in pulsing waves directly at the most sensitive spot. The electric chakra jumped around your dripping pussy, sending all new sensations ripping through your body. The inhuman noise you were producing grew loud enough that Kakashi had to muffle your mouth with his other hand to prevent the neighbors from thinking he was murdering you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you let out another loud wail. Pins, needles, and precise strikes of heat from the electricity coursing through you sent your muscles contracting in waves in time with the pulses leaving his fingers. Your walls fluttered around nothing, absolutely starving to be filled. The intensity was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your legs trembled as the pitch of your voice rolled chromatically skyward.

Kakashi hummed praises in your ear, kissing along your exposed neck as he kept that one hand clamped firmly over your mouth. With a sly smirk he whispered in your ear, "Let's turn things up a bit."

To say you saw stars as he did just that was an understatement. The heat and force applied by those biting strikes of sparking chakra increased, intensifying your involuntary muscle contractions. Your legs nearly gave way as the first heavy wave of the night crashed over you and stole the air from your screaming lungs. Your walls clenched desperately. The knot of heat in your belly finally burst.

"Mmm, so that does work. Good to know," he mused, turning up the power as you rode out that first release until you wailed again and bucked your hips into his hand. Cutting the chakra off for the moment, he pressed hard against your puffy clit, rubbing circles to keep you teetering on the edge of blissful insanity.

"Mmmfffff--K-kakashi, please," you begged desperately around his hand. You were throbbing, aching, pining to be filled. "N-need you, need you now--"

As swift as the bolts of lightning crackling about in his hand, Kakashi had you untied from the rope, stripped his own clothes, and pinned to the mattress just a few steps behind where you were hanging. With a bruising kiss and a hand tangled in your hair, he ground his hips against your throbbing pussy, eliciting a lewd moan from you into his mouth. Hungry, desperate, and needy for him, you snapped your legs around him, urging him to stuff you. There was no need for the usual prep with how wet that electricity had gotten you. You gasped with eyes rolling back into your head as he abruptly rutted his full length into your aching core, sending you right back into outer space, digging your nails into his shoulders and locking your legs around him.

A low growl rumbled in Kakashi’s throat as your walls attempted to crush his cock. He swallowed your moans and wails from his movements in equally ravenous kisses with one hand still tangled into your hair. As you rode out yet another blinding orgasm, he snatched one of your knees and pinned it to your chest to achieve more depth that left you teetering on the edge of blackout. It was so fucking good. You clenched around him again, finally with the satisfaction of being stuffed so full and babbled incoherently. "Fuck-- Kakashi, so fu-haaah-ah-big -- can't -- oh, gods-- I--"

Hearing you unable to string together a coherent sentence filled Kakashi with immense satisfaction as he ground deeply into your impossibly tight little hole. Picking up the pace, the force of his thrusts rocked the bed noisily into the wall, though it likely couldn't be heard over you. He smothered your rambling cries with his mouth, leaving trails of bites and hot breath down your neck before coming back for more. He groaned loudly as you bit his shoulder while fluttering around him yet again to stifle your own noise. Nail marks decorated his upper back from your desperate attempt to hold onto something as he railed you into oblivion. His breathing quickened before catching in his throat and erupting as a guttural growl when he delved into you to an impossible depth, painting your insides white.

You were nearly choking on your own saliva as you dropped your head back into the mattress beneath you, fighting to catch your breath. Kakashi buried his face into the curve of your neck, gripping you tightly and murmuring soft affections as you both slowly drifted down from that impressive high. You could hardly feel your legs from how hard your soul had been fucked out of your body. He remained there, buried in you with your leg still trapped, trailing his fingers along your cheek while you tried to remember your own name.

"That was… ridiculous," you breathed heavily, coiling your arms around his neck.

Kakashi just chuckled, trailing his lips up your neck to yours again. "Well, now that you can speak again, perhaps we can finish the conversation we started earlier," he mused, running his fingers along your side teasingly.

You were not running on full steam and just pressed yourself tightly against him. "Hmm?"

"Mmm, electricity wasn't the only thing you were talking about with Master Jiraiya…" Kakashi spoke in a husky tone and trailed off with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

You peered up at him, face beginning to flame with embarrassment and a slight hint of dread as you remembered the depth of your drunken chat with the sannin who was definitely going to get pummeled for this later.

Oh, shit.

"What's this I heard about shadow clones?"

[glowinggator]

Yours Truly

Request: Hey, can I please request a headcannon of what would the Turtles react to the reader when the reader draws something beautiful for them and then notices the readers signature is actually a love confession to them?

Pairing: Raphael/Reader (Crush) Leonardo/Reader (Crush) Donatello/Reader (Crush) Michelangelo/Reader (Crush)

Content Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1048 

Raphael 

He’s always been a huge fan of your art, no matter the medium or topic. He’s always been the first to offer support in your artistic endeavors, and he loves sharing space with you when you draw. So when you give him a piece as gorgeous as this, and one that he didn’t know about at that? His heart absolutely melts, and he’s damn-near breathless. It takes him a little bit to notice the signature, as he looks up almost immediately to thank you for the gift. If you don’t point out the difference in your usual signature, it might take him a bit to notice the confession. 

He’ll likely be in the middle of hanging it or framing it when he takes the time to pour over the details and notice your confession. And oh god, he practically sprints to find you when he finds it. Once again he feels the breath taken from his lungs as he searches for you - whether you’re across town or in the next room over, he’s breathless. Not from the exertion of running, but from the pure joy and excitement of loving and being loved in return. 

He stumbles over his words as he confesses, trying to match his words with your method of confession. But it gets through, and it’s just so… him. You feel your heart leap into your chest as you sit together to plan your date. It’s full of excited glances and accidental touches as you figure out how you want to proceed, and god if it isn’t everything you’ve ever wanted. 

He keeps the drawing somewhere safe but visible so he can look at it often. 

Leonardo 

Everyone knows how much of a hype-man Leo is, but you can tell how genuinely he praises you when it comes to your art. 

He’s very perceptive, but honestly, he’s so distracted by the intricacy and detail in your artwork that it takes him a little bit to realize that you’ve left him a note! He’s always been really infatuated with your work, and he feels so honored to have received one of your pieces. 

But oh, when he looks at your signature? I really hope you stuck around to see his reaction, because he gets the softest look in his eyes. His smile is so sweet and genuine as he reads over the note - not once, not twice, but three times - while he takes in your expression of love. It’s rare to see him so soft and awestruck, but can you blame him? He looks back up to meet your gaze, not once tearing his eyes from yours. 

He’ll throw out a casual offer, something along the lines of going out to dinner together or catching a movie, but you know that he reciprocates the feeling. 

He frames the drawing and puts it somewhere he can see it often. 

Donatello 

Art is impressive to him, especially when you’re drawing from something that doesn’t have a direct reference. I mean, he sketches blueprints for a living, but that’s just diagrams. Everything has a place, and each blueprint has yet another blueprint that’s grounded in reality. But life is so much more than that, and it’s so unpredictable. Whether you draw from life or from fantasy, it’s very impressive to him. So yes, he’s a huge fan of your art! He’s not one to glance over your shoulder while you draw, but he’s lovely to share a space with while you’re working. 

He recognizes the difference in your signature almost immediately, and suddenly he feels very thankful for the dark green hue of his skin. He can feel the heat rise to his face as he draws his eyes away from the confession, instead looking at other components of the piece as he tries to gather his thoughts. He reciprocates your feelings, but he works best with a plan. He wants to be this smooth, suave wordsmith who sweeps you off your feet; yet, it seems you’ve already swept him off of his! Honestly, if you’re really in-tune with his body language, it might appear as though he’s rejected you. It’s only when you move to apologize or let him know that it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same that he’s spurred into confessing his own feelings. 

He practically leaps forward as though he were afraid you’d leave, cobbling together the best confession he can at the moment. And it’s so sweet and dorky that part of you knows that he really means it with all of his heart. For what is love if not vulnerability, and making a fool of yourself at the silliest of times? He seems to regain his confidence soon after, and he might even re-confess on your official date night! 

He laminates it and keeps it somewhere safe. 

Michelangelo 

Artist buddies!! You guys have a great feedback loop of both support and criticism. He’s your #1 hype man, but he’s also down to provide feedback at any time. Honestly, it’s incredible how well he understands your techniques, your muses, and your style. Art is a gateway to the soul, no? 

Like Donatello, he notices the confession almost immediately. He’s so used to your normal signature that it really stands out to him. He gets this big smile on his face as he starts rocking back and forth on his heels. He runs his thumbs over the edges of the canvas, taking in the newfound emotion that your confession has given the artwork.

He’s unironically the smoothest out of everyone when it comes to returning his own confession. His voice is steady but joyful, as though he were talking about going to watch a beloved childhood movie. But the sparkle in his eye shows that he’s absolutely overflowing with love and affection for you, and he can’t stop holding your hand as you plan out a date night together. 

He asks you to help him paint a frame so he can hang up the drawing. He wants to see it everyday, and he wants you to have a part in that too! On your anniversary he returns the gesture, taking inspiration from your first confession as he paints. And for his signature he leaves you a message, detailing just how much he loves you.

[bacchicly]

I agree that it is likely an unintentional phenomena. One I'd like to see less of but also not one that makes me feel upset at writers or nope out of a fic. But I am interested in thinking about the why's this type of thing happens and why it is not particularly rare.

The most useful image you dropped her for helping me think about the why's is the comparison to Photoshop. I think that purposeful idealization does happen sometimes with Pen...but rarely...I think instead what is happening is more along the lines of folks drawing her out of proportion either because either the writer doesn't really look at and/or see and/or remember her consistently (for which there can be many reasons) their model while drawing or because they do look/see accurately but don't have the skills to make the drawing match what they perceive.

The other things I assume may set up the conditions for these types of skewed "drawings".. is people are so used to looking away from not only how clothing fits others - but how it fits them...especially when the clothing's fit or body in the clothing is seen as unattractive for any reason...that doing a double thought about how clothing might fit someone else's body differently than your own (or other characters) can be a huge uncomfortable leap - so my guess is people don't even realise they aren't thinking about it...it's an ingrained habit.

Plus I wonder if...writing Penelope as thinner / more petite... even unintentionally - may be a manifestation of the writer wanting to give a gift or be kind/polite/respectful of a character/actor the writer likes. Fatness is so rarely seen as positive or even neutral that unconsciously that is when the photoshopping happen. If fat is bad...how could someone we love be fat? Especially someone who is not "motherly". Especially especially someone we are writing as being perceived as attractive.

Again and again in the last few years I have noticed two things about people talking about Penelope and/or Kristen's body... either they grossly exaggerate her fatness (usually people who are not fans - although sometimes as a way to prove Luke or another lover's goodness or kinkiness) OR they remain mum on her weight or ere on underplaying it. (I have probably done both).

@darcyfangirlsfrequently curious if you have thoughts / feels about this since I know you've been thinking about how to respectfully / truthfully write scenes which highlight Penelope's body as bigger and her feelings about it.

@snailsandpuppy-dogtails thank you for this. It has made me think a bit more about how I write bodies...and not just Penelope's.

I was talking with someone about something I was thinking about on my way to work this morning, a thing i've thought off and on about for awhile. Penelope wearing Luke's tees. (tbh, not my favorite thing) Specifically "old oversized ranger tees" And the description on fit tends to end there, leaving readers to imagine Luke's tees as oversized on Penelope's body. I get it, cute girlfriend wearing boyfriend's tees. They're baggy and long and a puddle around the girlfriend, adorable small girlfriend! There is no reality where Luke's military work out shirts are like that on her. On her boobs, on her waist, on her. I'm sure (ok, i've been assured 😉) it's not intentional, but descriptions like this misrepresent Penelope. It's the literary equivalent of taking photoshop to her body. Her boobs alone would pull and distort, the chest would be snug. I don't know. I'm sure i'm talking to myself here, but I think it's something writers should consider when they write about it.

[randomrosewrites]

I would like to request Xiao getting sick and the reader has to take care of him! uwu thank you in advance <33

a/n: You can! Sick fics are my guilty pleasure, I hope I did Xiao justice <3

Under the weather

Pairing: Xiao x GN reader Summary: Xiao falls sick, and tries very hard to not let a certain someone help him out. Words: 1.5K Tags: Sickfic, fluff, comfort, Xiao acting tough when he's really a huge softie <3

Xiao is a person who rarely gets sick. Him being an adeptus contributes to that greatly.

…key word being rarely.

There are times, where despite eons of fighting and surviving the worst wounds, his immune system fails him, and he falls sick. He detests it. It makes him feel weak. His body feels miserable and his senses are dulled for a couple of weeks afterwards. Worst of all, it brings out that sympathetic, woeful look from others, which he despises. The last thing Xiao wants is for mortals to take pity on him.

So, when he wakes up with a sore throat and a persistent cough that refuses to go away, he continues with his day as normal, refusing to let some minor bug affect his job. He eats a quick breakfast, grunts a good morning to Ver Goldet at the front, and heads to the balcony to get to work.

The rain that pours from the sky stops him dead in his tracks. Of all the days to rain, when he’s feeling bad enough as is. He glares at the sky, dark clouds showing no sign of stopping. The last thing he wants to do today is to spend the day fighting monsters in the torrent, but duty calls.

Sighing deeply, he tightens his grip on his jade polearm, grits his teeth, and steps out onto the marsh.

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Eight hours later, when he returns, dripping water, shivering, and exhausted, he knows he’s overdone it.

He barely makes it past the threshold of the inn and into his room, collapsing onto his bed wet clothes and all. He feels awful and his cough is so bad that it steals all the breath from his lungs.

He knows he should get up, at least to strip himself of his clothes, but he just can’t find the strength to do so. It’s like his limbs are made of stone, weighed down and heavy.

Rain continues pattering against the roof, and below, Xiao can almost make out the sounds of guests talking. It’s comforting. Background noise that puts him at ease. He’s never been fond of complete silence, nor an excessive amount of noise. Xiao closes his eyes, curling himself up in a ball on his bed. Sleep pulls at his mind, making his ragged breathing steady.

He’s so out of it, he doesn’t notice another presence in his room until he feels a pressure on his head.

Terror shoots through his veins and Xiao leaps up, clumsily drawing his polearm into his hands. Too slow. He hisses to himself. He’s right. A hand wraps around his wrists, easily twisting the weapon out of harm's way. He’s considering kicking the intruder in the chest when a familiar voice grounds him to a halt.

“Woah! It’s just me, Xiao,” your eyes are wide with shock, maybe even a hint of fear.

He blinks up at you. There are no enemies. His weapon disappears in a flash of light. “What the hell. You shouldn’t sneak into other people’s rooms.”

“The door was open,” you defend, letting go of his wrists after a moment. “And the carpet was soaked all the way from outside. What happened? You sound awful.”

“I got wet.” He coughs, squeezing his eyes shut. “Agh – do you need anything? Or can I be alone?”

You frown, starting at him so intently that he averts his gaze. “You’re sick.”

“And what if I am? That’s not your concern-”

You’re already turning away before he’s finished his sentence. He wonders if you’re just going to go out the front door and leave, until you turn into the bathroom, your voice calling from inside, “I’ll run you a bath.”

What.

“What?” he asks. “Why?”

“Because you’re sick. Just stay right there, it’ll be ready in a second.”

“I don’t need you to run me a bath like I’m some…” his skin heats with anger. (Or maybe that’s just his fever.) “Child.”

“You’re not. I don’t think you are. I’m just helping you out,” you say simply.

Xiao releases a breath, clinging to his stubbornness. “I don’t need your help,” With his nose plugged, it doesn’t sound half as intimidating as he wants to be.

Your response is light and tender, almost understanding. It makes Xiao’s throat tighten. “I know, Xiao.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he sits on the edge of his bed, listening to your shuffling. The water runs and after a few minutes, you exit, sleeves rolled up to your elbows.

“It’s all set, go in whenever you feel ready.”

Xiao gets up, clearing his throat. “Alright.”

He probably should say something else, but he doesn’t know what else to say. So, he awkwardly shuffles into the bathroom, feeling his cheeks burn as he closes the door behind him. The bath is fancier than anything he’s ever taken. A few bubbles foam in the water, and if his nose weren’t plugged, he’d be able to smell the fresh scent of Fontaine bath salts.

He strips quickly and carefully lowers himself into the water, sighing as the knots in his muscles unravel. He lets himself soak for a bit longer than necessary, slowly scrubbing his skin, only getting out once the bath starts to lose its heat. The steam does wonders for his breathing. By the time he dries himself with a towel and changes into a fresh set of clothes, he can breathe through one nostril again.

When he exits, you’ve gotten the blankets changed and are sitting in a chair by the side of the bed. A magazine is open on your lap, one of the ones that came with the room that he’s never read. You close it when you see him.

“Why are you still here?”

“Because you’re sick and need someone to care for you,” you turn, digging around in your bag by your feet. “I also want to take your temperature.”

He folds his arms and does his best to seem imposing. “I’ve survived for eons without the need for anyone else, what makes you think I’ll let you take care of me now?”

“I’m not asking,” you sit up, and with all the patience (or stubbornness) Xiao’s ever seen, pat the bed. “Come here, Xiao.”

He hesitates a minute more before ultimately giving in, planting himself in front of you. A thermometer is placed in his mouth, which he begrudgingly accepts. The chills start to return, so he picks up one of the blankets carefully folded at the edge of the bed and wraps himself in it.

His nose isn’t working, so it comes to a shock when he sees the steaming bowl of miso soup on his bedside dresser, boiled bits of soft tofu floating in the broth.

“Is that…mine…?” It sounds silly the moment he says it out loud, and curses himself for it.

“Mhm. I had the staff bring it up when you were in the bathroom. It’s plain, so it won’t upset your stomach, but I want to get some medicine in you before you have any.”

A bath…food…medicine…he almost feels sick with how much care you’re treating him with.

“This is stupid…” he murmurs as you pour a vile of red liquid into a small medicine cup. He has half the mind to tell you mortal medicine won’t work but knowing your stubbornness, he wouldn’t doubt that you’d gone ahead and purchased special medicine from the pharmacy in Liyue Harbor.

“Stupid is going out into the rain and catching a cold,” you quip back. There’s no aggression to your words, he almost feels bad when he responds with a snarky comment.

“I was already sick before I went out.”

You stop to stare at him, narrowing your eyes in a way that makes Xiao’s insides turn, before sighing. “Stupid is going out into the rain when you were already sick. Give me the thermometer, please.”

His temperature is high, by both mortal and adeptal standards. You force him to swallow two tablespoons of medicine that tastes like ashes and he manages a few spoonfuls of the soup before his stomach protests. He wraps the blankets around him, frowning when you get up and tuck the sheets around his body.

“I didn’t need your help.”

You brush the bangs from his forehead. Xiao’s eyes flutter for a brief moment. He doesn’t push you away. “Whatever you say, Xiao.”

“Let me finish,” he snaps, before collecting himself. He really needs to stop doing that. “I didn’t need your help, but…I appreciate it.”

Your eyes widen a smidge before a small smile spreads across your face, making Xiao’s temperature rise even more.

“You’re welcome, Xiao. Sweet dreams.”

You sit by his bedside until he falls asleep, feeling the safest and more comfortable than he’s ever been in a while. Xiao doesn’t dream anymore, but if he did, he knows it would have been a peaceful one.

[valdomarx]

Aard

“Jaskier, down!”

Jaskier doesn’t think, doesn’t question, just drops to the leafy mulch covering the forest floor. He sees Geralt gesture with his left hand and a whoosh of air thunders over his head.

The shockwave slams into the huge, hideous arachnomorph that had been scuttling towards him, lifting the creature off its legs and sending it flying ten feet through the air. It hits a tree trunk with a sickening crunch and falls, twitching, to the ground.

He’s still in shock when Geralt comes over, picks him up and sets him on his feet.

“What was that?” he asks, heart pumping furiously.

“Giant spider,” Geralt says flatly.

“No, the -” he gestures by flapping his hand about. “- thing you did. Was that Witchery magic?”

Geralt scowls but indulges him anyway. “It’s not mage’s magic. It’s called a sign. That one was Aard.”

“Huh. Handy.”

Yrden

“Show me another of your signs.”

“They’re not party tricks, Jaskier.”

Jaskier pouts. “I have the natural curiosity of an artist, and it’s cruel to deny me the sustenance of knowledge.”

Geralt glares at him. “You want to see another sign? Fine.” He inscribes a round shape with his fingers and a line of purple light glows in a wide circle on the floor around Jaskier.

“Tingly!” Jaskier grins.

“Now stay right there.” With that, Geralt disappears off, silver blade in hand. Jaskier twiddles his thumbs, pretending he isn’t bothered by the muffled sounds of something inhuman shuffling around the old castle or the distant blood-curdling shrieks.

Out of the corner of his eye he’s sure he sees something pale and insubstantial flit through the air, but when he turns to look directly at it, it’s gone. Then there, again, more shapes moving in the dark corner of the room, then another by the window.

“Geralt?” he calls, determined not to let his fear show in his voice. “Um.”

One of the shapes draws closer, still wispy like smoke until it crosses the threshold of the purple circle and all at once solidifies into a twisted nightmare of a human skull, flesh tearing away from the bone in filthy chunks.

“Geralt!” he screams as the figure approaches him, all thoughts of bravery forgotten. “Geraaaaaaalt!” The figure is inching closer, bony hand outstretched to claw at Jaskier’s face.

As he thinks this is it, this is how I die, Geralt leaps from the darkness with blade in hand, slicing the wraith’s head clean off. Its body collapses and its head rolls to a stop in front of Jaskier’s horrified hands.

“You used me as bait? You absolute brute!”

Geralt shrugs one shoulder. “Worked, didn’t it?”

Igni

Jaskier shivers, looking morosely at the cold bath. They’d been trekking through the snow for days and every part of him was frozen from his nose to his toes.

He’d got through the freezing nights by promising himself a lovely warm bath when they finally reached an inn, but they arrived late and had been lucky to find accommodation at all.

He’d insisted Geralt take the bath first to have the benefit of the lukewarm water. He needed it more after the hunt. But by the time he was clean, the water was stone cold.

Jaskier braces himself. Needs must, though he dreads the idea of becoming even colder for the sake of getting clean.

As he contemplates the bath, Geralt slips up beside him. He looks him over, seems to make a decision, and waves one hand.

There’s an orange glow, and then the water is steaming and Jaskier can feel the heat radiating off it. He could honestly cry.

“How did you...” he looks at Geralt. “Never mind. Thank you, Geralt, really.”

Geralt grunts and goes back to cleaning his armor.

Axii

The pain is unlike anything he has experienced before. The gash in his leg is deep and ugly, but the tearing of the rent flesh pales in comparison to the agony of the arachas venom racing through his veins.

Every muscle in his body feels like it’s on fire, a blazing explosion of acid which leaves his lungs heaving for breath and his voice hoarse from crying out.

“It’ll be okay, Jaskier,” Geralt says, his voice clipped and tight. “We need to get you to a healer.”

Through his panic Jaskier catches sight of Geralt’s face, frowning deeply. He longs to wipe his sad expression away. But his body is wracked by another jolt of pain and he can’t stop screaming long enough to respond.

As his vision begins to swim and fade, he sees Geralt gesture with one hand and his mind goes suddenly, blissfully blank. The pain and the worry and all of his thoughts dissolve away, leaving him floating in empty space.

Feel no pain, Geralt’s voice echoes through his mind, and everything in him yearns to obey. Sleep.

The pain is gone. His eyes drift shut and darkness descends.

Quen

Jaskier barely has time to register the gang of bandits that appears on either side of the ravine they’re travelling through before a hail of arrows descends on them, sharp death incoming on the end of every shaft.

Geralt swears and moves faster than lightning, grabbing Jaskier and pulling him close, throwing one hand upward. A shimmering gold shield fizzes and pops into place around them both, the arrows bouncing harmlessly off it.

Jaskier looks up at Geralt with wide eyes, seeing him cast in a golden glow as the shield thrums around them. The bandits yell and growl, but within minutes they give up their assault and slink back into the forest in search of easier prey.

Geralt’s arm is still around Jaskier’s waist and their bodies are pressed together. Warmth blooms everywhere they touch.

“You okay?” Geralt asks, voice gentle.

Jaskier is breathing heavily, and it’s not due to the close call. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Thanks to you.”

Geralt's face pinches and Jaskier can see the refutation forming, so he distracts Geralt by taking his chin in his hand. The golden shield holds, keeping the world at bay for a few precious moments.

“My hero,” he says, and means it.

“You don’t have to -” Geralt says, turning his face away, but Jaskier keeps a hold of his chin and turns it back.

“I know I don’t have to,” he says, sliding his hand around to cradle the back of Geralt’s neck. He leans in until there’s nothing more than a breath between their lips. “I want to.”

[thedevilsdom]

making 5000 year old virgin levi cum in his pants is SUCH a mood. a concept even. sitting on his lap and “accidentally” grinding down against him... acting all shocked and surprised when he cums and starts crying and apologizing, then casually reaching into his boxers and running your fingers through his cum and shushing him by making him clean them up... or just cooing about how much of a messy little boy he is and teasingly stroking him and overstimulating him until he’s huffing and trying to muffle his moans into your shoulder... OR not even responding at all and ending the night as if you never noticed, and he can’t help but get himself off later to the shame and humiliation and desire for u he’s left sitting alone with... so many options

ok here we fuckin go

- Leviathan/Female Reader, ~3k words, Possibly going to be continued as a multi-chap fic

Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Leviathan’s desire to show someone his interests overruled his nervousness and embarrassment every time. He couldn’t find it in himself to care about personal space or boundaries once he got you in his lap, watching as he played his game.

He’s not even really paying attention to you. You can easily tell without even looking that his eyes are flitting across the screen, tracking and locking on to whatever target he’s picked next before his fingers hurriedly press the keys on his keyboard to execute whatever super-special-mega-power-move-combo he’s got planned. Not that you’re complaining. The bright colors of the screen and the gameplay are entertaining enough, plus it’s cute to see Levi all wrapped up in his interests like this. You know that he could stand to have more people around to indulge him like you are now. It’d probably do wonders for his self esteem.

You split your time between looking at the screen, at your D.D.D, and at him. He’s dressed so casually, a graphic t-shirt and a pair of pale gray sweatpants, and a pair of Mononoke Land socks on his feet. It’s endearing how he moves underneath you, tensing up in stressful points in the match, sometimes bouncing his leg or wiggling his toes. You’re not even sure that he knows he’s doing any of it.

He wraps up his match, ending it in a close victory, but a victory nonetheless, just as he’d done in the past three matches you’d sat through. You hear him sigh and flop back against the backrest of his chair, pulling his headphones down to rest around his neck. His spreads his fingers then forms a fist a few times, stretching between matches before he queues up for another. You take the lull in activity as an opportunity, your hand reaching down and stroking the outside of his thigh lightly, just to grab is attention, and he jumps in surprise underneath you.

“Heh, sorry,” You giggle, turning a little so that you can look back and see him, “I just wanted to say thank you for showing me this stuff, it’s pretty fun.”

You swear something short circuits in his head. His eyes are wide, you see his snake-like pupils dilate for a moment before returning to normal, his cheeks are immediately filled with red, his hands twitch uselessly above his keyboard. His eyes dart away from you, lips parting as he stutters out nonsense.

“Wh- I- Um- I- Y-You? Th-thank you- uh- you can play, if you want. I can queue you up for a quick play match and- um- you can play.” He says with a nervous shiver to his voice. You give him a bright, eager smile that stops his heart for just a second,

“Sure! I’ll see if I can do any of the stuff you can, though I dunno if I’ll be that good.” You tell him, watching as he clicks and sets up the queue for a quick play match for you. Your words only make him tense and heat up more.

“Oh, well, uh, that’s- I mean, that’s true, but I-I’m sure you’ll do fine!” He squeaks. You lean forward in the chair, getting your hands situated on the keyboard and mouse, getting ready for the game. Just as you think you might’ve figured out where to put your fingers, you suddenly feel Leviathan’s hand on yours,

“If you lift your palm up like this and curl your fingers a little, it makes it easier to press a different key, if you need to.” He explains. Marveling at the way he so easily maneuvers your hand into a better position, you realize that when he’s in the little realm of his interests, his nervousness just melts away. Though, you don’t bring it up, because you know that if you do, he’ll just be reduced to a stammering mess again. Instead, you give him a nod and a smile, getting ready for the game.

As the screen lights up with the ‘game found!’ screen, Leviathan puts his headphones over your head and leans over your shoulder to watch you play. You can tell that as you rapidly mash buttons and try your best to aim, there are several moments where he wants to backseat-game, but he bites his tongue and doesn’t criticize. As you play you alternate between being just a few inches from the screen, to leaning back against Levi’s chest, to almost standing up from the chair, all thinking that it’d give you a better aim.

Levi, on the other hand, was having a hard time controlling himself. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. He’s seen this kind of scenario in so many hentai before, but he doesn’t exactly want to start taking advice from those, especially when the approval of the person he’s got a crush on is on the line. He’s just hoping that the headphones and sounds of the game are enough to hide his pathetic little whimpers as you unknowingly grind on his erect cocks. He’d never been so turned on by just a little pressure before. It’s getting harder and harder for him to think rationally, but he does know that the combination of him being in sweatpants, plus his ‘double-trouble’ issue, means that it’s going to be nearly impossible for you to not notice if he tries to shoo you out of the room.

Truth be told, you’re already well aware of the situation you’ve wound up in. You could feel something stiff pressing into your ass since the second you’d really started playing, and every little movement on your part has been intentional. You revel in every time Levi tenses up, or when his breath hitches, and in the confused floating of his hands as he tries to figure out where to put them.

When the match concludes with a draw, you let out a defeated sigh and lean back against his chest. His whole body goes rigid.

“Aww,” You huff, dropping your head back against his shoulder. “Do you wanna play? Or should I stay in control?” Your warm breath ghosts across his neck and makes him shiver. He’s struggling to keep from shifting into his demon form, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can last-

With just a little rock of your hips, you make him come undone.

He offers up a deliciously shaky gasp and his hips twitch involuntarily under your own, pushing his stiffness against your ass as sticky cum floods his boxers. You feel him shiver and shudder under you, pathetic little whines being torn from his throat, despite his attempts to keep them in. Finally, with a miserable little sob, his hips drop back down into the chair.

You don’t say a word as you stand up. Just to have his heart leap into his throat, you stay still for a second or two. He doesn’t say anything, still holding on to the hope that maybe you didn’t notice, though, that would be impossible.

His heart stops when you turn around.

Your eyes trail up and down his body. He’s pushed back into his seat, like he’d be able to disappear into it if he tried hard enough. His demon form is out, horns poking the headrest and tail flowing out through a gap in the armrest. His hands are in little fists, pulled up to his chest, and his legs are squeezed shut. Between them, at the crux, is a huge dark spot. If it weren’t for his vocal reaction, you honestly would’ve assumed he’d wet himself, based on the size of the stain alone. You glance up to his face. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated and locked onto you, and his mouth looks like he’s trying to form words, only to give up halfway through. He looks shocked and hurt.

“I’m sorry!” He chokes out just as you were about to speak. “I’m sorry I’m a gr-gross, yucky otaku who can’t-can’t control himself and I-I-I!” His eyes fill with tears, darting around the room as he panics, trying to figure out if he wants you to stay or leave.

“Shh, Levi,” You purr, leaning down over him and touching the waistband of his pants with a finger, “May I?” Eyes looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“It-I- It’s a- a… I’m not… Not normal,” He mumbles, “Down there.”

“Oh?” To his surprise, you don’t sound disgusted or repulsed, you sound intrigued.

“You- you uh, you can, if you want.” Conceding, Levi knows that he wants this, especially if his still aching tent is anything to go by.

“Yeah, but do you, Levi?” You ask, pulling your hands back for a moment, completely willing to either give him a second to think or to turn you away, but he nearly cuts you off with an energetic nod of his head,

“Yes! I-I do want it, I want you to touch me there.” He whines.

“Good boy.”

With a smile, you hook your fingers around the waistband of his pants, pulling them down first. Underneath them is a pair of black boxers, so saturated with cum that they cling to his skin. He flushes impossibly darker, but you only give him an encouraging, pleased grin. Offering a second for him to collect himself, you hold off for just a moment before you continue, slowly taking hold of his waistband and peeling the cloth from him, pulling it down his thighs.

Your eyes are glued to his body as you reveal what he meant when he said not normal. You’d say that that is one hundred percent correct. Coming from a near reptilian vertical slit is a pair of dicks, both distinctly inhuman. They’re ridged, and a dark blue at the shaft, fading into an indigo at the tips, both absolutely dripping with cum. You pause for a moment and Levi immediately starts spiraling,

“I knew you’d think it’s weird! F-forget this, just go, you don’t have to do an-nnMPH?!”

He’s shut up by you swiping up some of his cum on your fingers and pressing them past his lips. The pads of your fingers press down on his tongue, but you don’t force them any more inside, giving him the chance to pull away- which he doesn’t take. Instead, his eyes flutter shut, tongue laving across your fingers and nursing his own cum off of them.

“There’s my good boy,” You offer a docile smile. “Poor thing just couldn’t stop himself from cumming in his boxers, hm? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you wanted this to happen.” You take your fingers back and scoop up some more cum to feed him. In the in between, he mutters,

“N-no, I didn’t want it to happen this way, but…” Levi’s voice trails off, but you can put two and two together.

“Oh? You’ve thought about me touching you like this before?” That lights a fire inside you. “You’ve thought about being my good little boy? I always did think you’d make a good boy for me, Levi.”

“Y-You thought about- about me? Like that!?” He sounds absolutely shocked, and you giggle. “Um! I’ve uh, always- always been i-into you… Since, like, forever ago…”

That’s a confession, you suppose.

“I’ve been ‘into you’ too, Levi.” You push your dripping fingers into his mouth again. “You’re so cute, and I love seeing you get so excited about the stuff you like. I just wish you weren’t so down on yourself.” The backs of your fingers on your free hand stroke up the length of his lower cock, “I’m gonna keep calling you my good boy until you realize that that’s what you are.”

He swallows around you fingers, nodding gently so as to not shake them away. Levi gives pathetic little whimpers around your digits, suckling on them until they’re clean once again. The hand not in his mouth drifts down to his cocks, gently holding them both and slowly starting to stroke them.

“A- Ah!” He squeaks, hips twitching up into your touch. He’s so responsive, with his wide eyes and little sounds, it’s adorable. “That’s! It’s- you’re t-touching my- hhahn!”

“You have such cute reactions,” You purr, “All from me just rubbing your cocks a little bit. Has anyone ever made you feel good like this before, Levi?” You don’t necessarily tell it how it is, because you’re pretty sure that if you outright asked him if he was a virgin, or if you said ‘hasn’t anyone ever jerked you off besides yourself?’ Leviathan would pass out. Luckily though, he doesn’t, and he responds with a mute shake of his head, ‘no’.

With a couple more slow strokes, he gasps, finally allowing his hands to reach out and touch you. They wrap limply around your shoulders, pulling you down and him up, as he nuzzles into your neck to hide his face. The second his heated skin makes contact with your own he shivers.

“Fuck, you’re- I can- you smell really good…” He murmurs against you, “You smell like- like you.”

“You’ve paid attention to what I smell like, Levi?” You see a very clear opportunity to tease him, and of course you take it. “Have you thought about it? Thought about stealing my clothes out of the laundry? You already admitted that you’ve thought of me touching you, there’s no point in hiding.”

“Y-You, uh, it- I- I thought about- hnnn-“ He arches his back and pushes his face further against your neck, “Thought about t-taking your- your shirts and putting them over, uh, over my body pillows,” Leviathan’s voice is an adorable little whine. His confession only makes you want to make him break more. “And I thought about…” He trails off the last part of that sentence.

“What did you think about, Levia-chan?” Hand not stopping on his cock, your voice is a low, sultry purr.

“Y-Your- your underwear… Wanted to- press it against my- ‘n sm- agh! I can’t say it!” He shakes his head, his body shivering. He’s wracked with tremors like a little puppy learning how to walk, it’s cute.

“You wanted to smell my underwear, baby?” Your other hand pets the back of his head for a moment. “What if I take them off right now and press them up against your face? Smother you with them?

He whines, high pitched and reedy. You feel soft lips press against your neck as he gently peppers it with kisses, not really sure what to do but desperate to show you how grateful he is for this. You can feel his fangs ghost over your skin, a threat that he doesn’t even make, and his tongue darting out to lap at your neck. The vibrations of his moans and the heated huffs of breath against you draw out a warm coursing of arousal down your spine.

“Just-! Just like that, your hand is so s-soft, it feels so good, don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” He babbles, interrupted by moans and quick kisses and kitten licks to your skin.

“Is my little Leviathan gonna cum all over my hands?” Deciding not to be too cruel, when he nods his head and whines, you don’t stop jerking him off. “Good, good boy. I want you to cum for me.”

His hips fuck into your hand uncontrollably, rutting and desperate as you feel his thighs quake and his lip tremble against the nape of your neck. His hands grasp blindly at your back, holding onto you as he fucks your fist. His breath hitches again and again, half said segments of words falling from his lips until you hear him go silent for just a split second-

Then he wails.

Leviathan’s voice is high and broken and needy as he finally hits his orgasm, cum spilling out between you, gushing and flooding your hand as his hips shakily thrust forward, fucking his cum into your fist. He hiccups and sobs, riding out his orgasm before slumping back into his seat, though still keeping his head nuzzled into your neck.

Only you don’t stop. Tormenting him with the pleasure filled pain of overstimulation, you keep stroking your cum slicked fist on his cocks. He gasps,

“Ah-hah?! I-I already-! I just came, why’re you- hhah!” Leviathan’s whole body trembles, hips twitching, out of his control. You hum, your movements and tone almost bored, as though you were doing anything other than getting an extremely reactive demon off. “Too much, too much! It- it h-hurts!” Tears spill down his cheeks while he sobs. “Pl-please, pleasepleaseplease-!”

“Please what, Levi?” You’re surprise that he isn’t trying to get away from you, instead mostly staying put while his hips twitch. “Do you want me to stop? All you have to do is ask.”

“Nnn-no! no, no, it’s- ghh- it’s a lot, but- fuck,” All the words he tries to get out are ruined by the tremble in his voice and the rattling of his sobs that shake his whole body. “Gonna cum again, pleeeease, can I c-cum again?”

“Take whatever you need, baby.”

That’s all the permission he needs. He falls headlong into another orgasm, crying and sobbing into your shoulder as the intense pleasure overtakes him and dots swim in his vision, more cum pouring out of his cocks and dirtying your hand.

You- ever caring and careful- let him calm down against you. Leviathan shakes and trembles, breath hitching against your shoulder as hot tears roll down his flushed cheeks.

“You okay, baby boy?” You say, keeping any teasing out of your voice. He mumbles out a little response and nods shyly against you. “Good, take all the time you need, that was really intense.”

With a few deep breaths, he calms down enough to pull away, wiping at his face with the sleeves of his jacket. Just when he thought he might be able to face you, his eyes drift down and he spots the flood of cum that he’d produced.

“You did so good for me,” You lean forward and press your cum soaked fingers to his lips again, letting him suckle on them, giving him something to do.

“I didn’t do anything.” He mumbles.

“Of course you did,” Your fingers press down gently on his tongue, admonishing him, “You and your body are both so honest with me, thank you for letting me play with you, Levi.” He just sighs around your fingers.

You stay in his room for a little while afterwards, resuming your hanging out as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, once you’d both gotten cleaned up. Watching anime and playing video games until it was late in the night, and only then did you bid Levi goodnight and head off to your own room, wondering how this night was going to affect things between the two of you.

[uniquevoidflowers]

Midna sighs, walking around the fields of the Twilight Realm. At least when she was with Link, she'd have someone to talk to. Now she has a few loyal advisors but they aren't like Link was. Now Link probably hates her, and she has to stand around and fulfill her duties.

To put it plainly, it sucks.

Suddenly she senses dark magic and jerks around, eyes going wide. There's a purple portal there, almost drawing her in. "What in the name of the Twilight..." She mutters and something in her longs to find some adventure.

Maybe you'll find Link again. Maybe he found a way...

Midna glances back at the castle and then at the portal and dives through.

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Suddenly, Fi is awake.

This should be impossible.

Fi senses it's by the cause of Hylia and also senses she's needed again. The sword spirit chimes and looks around. She's at the Gate of Time, and peace reigns in the temple, but is quickly disturbed by dark magic. Fi chimes in alarm and a sword clatters on the ground next to her.

One of Hylia's creations.

Fi sends her spirit into the sword and senses the sword being pulled into something...

She wishes that she could've seen Link again.

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Ezlo scurries around his house. He's gotten rid of Vaati's stuff, so the house is actually tidy for once. "Ah, if only I could get another apprentice." Ezlo says to himself.

He's not going to though. The last time he took in an apprentice, Vaati, the world was almost destroyed. He cannot let that happen again.

Ezlo shoves another green hat into his tiny pockets, sighing. Link was a nuisance but he was strong at the same time. Ezlo has been lonely ever since leaving Link. The thing is, Ezlo can see Link whenever he wants, but Link can't see him. Suddenly he hears the Minish squeaking with alarm and bursts out of his house. There's dark magic, Ezlo realizes with horror.

He sees a huge portal, and the Minish are scurrying away from it. Ezlo decides if he wants to protect everyone, he must go through. So despite the Minish's protests, he leaps inside the portal.

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The King watched Link and Zelda float up. Once they disappeared from sight the ocean rumbled and the King could feel himself losing consciousness, water filling his lungs. He closes his eyes and waits for the numb feeling of sleep to pull him in.

It never happens.

Instead he feels his bones twists and suddenly he's forced to open his eyes. He feels the familiar feeling of bones being wood, his body being stiff. "Not again." He groans and floats up.

He goes above water and sees a...a portal?! It draws the boat in and he doesn't have any time to react before purple enters his vision.

Forgive me, Link.

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Navi flies away knowing her duty is done. She knows Link will miss her, and she will miss him. But as a fairy, her life won't last much longer, and she can't burden Link with her death. It was nice being the chosen hero's fairy, even though the chosen hero was an idiot. Suddenly light fills her vision.

"Do not go Navi." The light says.

Navi feels something tugging on her spirit.

"I will grant you the ability to live much longer. Thank you for guiding my chosen hero." The light whispers and Navi blinks the light out of her vision.

She's alive.

Navi feels both happiness and dread. She gets to live! But Link won't be happy. Then a portal appears in front of her and she realizes that this may be the easy way out for her situation.

I'm sorry Link.

She flies into the portal.

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Midna sees purple and then she steps out into a field. Suddenly something hits her back and she grunts. "What the...?"

She pulls the thing off her back and sees it's a...sword? She holds the sword in her hands curiously....tiny hands...Oh no. "I'm a fucking imp again?!"

The sword chimes and a spirit pops out of it. Midna stumbles, dropping the sword on the ground. "Hello Master, I am a spirit created by the goddess Hylia. My name is--"

"What the fuck?!" Midna screeches, interrupting the spirit.

The spirit floats there for a few seconds. "My sources indicate that you do not comprehend what I am saying. Would you like me to repeat myself?"

Midna blinks and then says, "Sure, fine, whatever."

The spirit twirls and looks Midna dead in the eyes. "Hello Master, I am a spirit created by the goddess Hylia. My name is Fi. My purpose was to serve Link and aid him in defeating the Demon King Demise. However, that has been completed, and I have slept since then. It seems I am needed again though, so I shall fulfill my duty as the spirit of the sword."

Midna gapes.

"Do you understand?" Fi asks.

"Yeah." Midna says, even though she doesn't. At all.

"Excellent. If you need me I shall be inside this sword, just call for me." Fi says and evaporates.

The sword brightens and chimes. Midna picks it up carefully. "If you've helped Link then I'll keep you, I guess."

The imp starts but something else drops on her head. She curses and throws it off her head. "Easy, easy!"

She jerks and sees a green hat with a head and a mouth looking at her. She rubs her eyes but the hat doesn't disappear. "What were you thinking tossing me over here?!" The hat squawks.

Midna shrugs. "Don't like things hitting my head."

"Well don't just stand there! Come pick me up!" The hat demands.

"Why should I?" Midna says, scowling.

"I can be of use! I can guide you-"

The sword chimes and Fi comes out. "That's my job, sir."

The hat squawks again. Fi doesn't even blink. "What in the Minish?!" The hat says.

"Minish?" Fi inquires.

"Picori, Minish, both are the same thing. Ya know, the small creatures in the grass who help Hylians out?" The hat hints.

Fi floats there, processing. "Adding new information, Picori or Minish, a small creature that helps Hylians. Lives in the grass."

"Only children can see us though." The hat adds.

"New information. Picori or Minish can only be viewed by children." Fi says.

"Are all of them hats?" Midna asks, raising a brow.

"No! None of them are! The portal turned me into this once I came through! I was the mighty Ezlo, a Minish! I helped the hero, Link!" The hat, or Ezlo, says.

"You helped Link too?" Midna says.

"I have aided a Master named Link before." Fi adds, helpfully.

"What? The little child who forged the Four Sword? Defeated Vaati?" Ezlo asks.

"Who is Vaati?! No, Link was not a child, and he defeated Zant and Ganondorf." Midna corrects.

"I thought we were talking about Link, the young adult who defeated Demise." Fi chimes in.

"Clearly, we're all talking about different people." Ezlo huffs. "Where did the portal take me?" He mutters.

"No idea." Midna says.

Suddenly a boat falls out of a portal and almost lands on the group. It misses by an inch. "Ouch. Where am I?"

Okay, the boat talks. Great.

"We have no idea." Ezlo says.

The boat actually looks around. "I'm with an imp, a spirit, and a hat. I'm no longer in water, and that portal must've brought me here." The boat says to himself.

Midna has no chance to say anything before a fairy appears. "Hey! What's going on? Where am I? Do you know why there was a portal?" The fairy questions, irritating Midna.

"We have no idea what's going on, chill out." Midna says.

"NO IDEA?!" The fairy cries out and starts...pacing?

"You have been touched by light." Fi chimes. "Have you helped a Hylian named Link?"

"Yeah! The little boy turned adult who defeated Ganondorf!" The fairy says.

"Huh. Little boy turned adult." Midna mutters.

Suddenly more fairies appear, a whole bunch of them, and four other figures appear. A rock, a fish, a bird and a woman? They glow, green flames dancing around them. Midna waits for them to say something but they don't. The fairies however...

"What?"

"Where am I?"

"Who are you people?!"

"Where's Link?"

"SHUT UP!" Midna yells.

The entire group looks at the imp. "Okay, first off, let's clarify a few things."

"Who said you were the leader?" Ezlo hisses.

"I said. Now shut up and listen." Midna bares her teeth.

The hat doesn't protest anymore.

Oh boy what has Midna gotten herself into?

It's all "links meet aus" and "zeldas meet aus", but where's my "companions meet aus"?

I wanna see midna bash fi and navis heads together for annoying her

I mean can you imagine the sheer chaos of all the Zelda companions meeting and going on a journey together? They're all companions/guides! One of thems a talking hat for hylias sake how are they supposed to take initiative?

I think it'd be like Lu where they all just meet up, but can you imagine the chain just somehow finds out this happened (and twilight is just like guys I am so sorry about midna) (but they're also really oddly touched that all their friends met each other too)

Pretty sure midna would be the sort of leader, since the last time she was in a foreign world she just found the nearest dude and started ordering him around. By like halfway through twilight princess she was literally asking LINK to accompany her to get what she needed.

But like. 90% of the group would be fairies. Which can't heal. One is a talking hat who just needs a head? He can't go on midnas cause she throws him off with her magic hair, poor ezlo is just trying to keep up.

They also have these weird green shadows who come around? They don't talk, but there's a rock, a fish, a bird, and a lady who just appear and stab things and shoot wind water fire and lightning.

Also midnas really confused why wolf link just shows up and kills things every now and then (from botw amibo)

Fi is the one who can talk to Hylia and awaken memories and get guidance and information or whatever, but she only does this by ballerina dancing and the others are always pissed at her anyways "WE DONT KNOW WHAT BATTERIES ARE OR A WII REMOTE WILL YOU PLEASE GO BACK IN SWORD FORM ALREADY" "I detect there is a 90% chance you need a key to open this door" "wow. Your perception is unparalleled fi."

Also there's a boat. A boat. Who is also good at taking charging since he's a king, which causes some friction between him and midna, since she has to grab him by her hair to move him half the time.

And with the fairies. Again. They all offer advice mainly. And with the fairies a lot of their main role is speaking and getting attention and pitching in? They come on an intersection and there's a chorus of bells all shouting the same directions. Ezlo is trying to cover the kings ears from his place on the boats head

Also there's this ghost/spirit of Zelda that everyone just feels REALLY strong loyalty to. But she's just like this kid who wants her body back?! They try to protect her but she can turn into a purple knight and stab things so there's that. I think there's also some animal companions from ooa/oos so.

Side quests are nonexistent they don't care about a village or gathering frogs for a kid they are there to save the world on a mission linear plot it is

And it's interesting because you have so many of them who just vanish and then appear to give loud advice. All at once. And the fighting skills basically fall to those weird green shadows that shoot various elements and fight and randomly disappear. Midna and spirit Zelda can fight, and Fi can too (kind of like how she fights as a sword in hyrule warriors). Also up to you if midna is drop dead gorgeous or devilish imp.

By the end they find whatever enemy so they can go back and midna is so pissed by this point that she hears the word "batteries" from Fi and goes full on fused shadow and just obliterates the jerk

***I have not played all the games so do not know or understand all of the companions and probably got some stuff wrong

Bonus: there is a child in a village named Link who does not have the spirit of the hero. He is stalked for three days until Fi decides his vibes are off and they all stop telling him he's the chosen one

[huenjin]

shootout.

there’s nothing like a shootout that lets two partners bond the best.

pairing: bang chan x reader | detectives!au genre: action, romance word count: 5k words warnings: crime, blood, killings, language, implicit mention of sexual activity

part of the domestic disturbance series.

"Chan, look at this," you drag your fingers over the side of the muscle car, pointing out several holes, feeling the depression clearly. Your eyes slowly trail towards the fresh blood by the window and you gasp, "Bullet holes and blood."

The thin silence is broken by the scream that comes from inside the warehouse. Your eyes widen and Chan quickly whisper-yells at you, "Quick! Move!" You and Chan move towards the door after drawing your guns out. 

You press your ear closer to the door. Behind it, you can hear mumbling and clanking of metal. You mouth to Chan, "What the hell is going on in there?"

He places a finger over his lips and you nod. Chan crouches down and peeks through a crack in the door. You lean over and whisper, "What do you see?"

"Multiple people. Someone is lying down on his back in the middle of the room. The light is flickering and someone's standing over the man." He peeps further. "There's movement in the back too. Maybe one. No, there are two to three people behind."

Suddenly, in a flash, there's another howl of pain and you grip Chan's arms in surprise, moving closer to him. Chan turns to look at you, your face edging so close to him that he can see your eyes glistening and how sharp your nose is. He takes in a huge breath in surprise and closing his eyes, he informs you, "We're going in."

You stand back and Chan winds up, kicking in the door. Chan yells as he rushes forward, "Police! Freeze!" 

You look around at the makeshift operation room with a lot of medical equipment around. A shirtless man is lying on an operation table in the centre of the room and a man in a white doctor's coat who you presume to be Dr. Kim stands over him, prying a bullet wound from his shoulder. The two bulky men who stand behind have their guns aimed at you, narrowing their eyes. One of them has a scar over his face and the other over his neck, both fierce enough to scare you.

"What the hell is this? What the fuck is going on?" The doctor speaks up, looking at the two of you shifting his gaze from the patient to your guns.

"Put your guns down," the bulky man behind the doctor barks. "Now!"

The other bulky dude yells, "Do it!" You and Chan keep your guns pointed finely at the two said bodyguards behind.

The black build of the gun is heavy and it's awfully familiar. The walls are closing in on you and you take deep breaths in. It's the sound of the child screaming and bullets firing. Your pulse is rapid and hot against your skin. You feel the beads of sweat forming by your forehead.

Chan takes a step to your side, speaking, "Let's just take it easy. No one has to get hurt."

"I have a feeling that it won't be that easy, Detective," Dr. Kim informs Chan, his lips tugging to the right to form a smirk. "I'm afraid so."

Chan's shoulder bumps into yours and he looks at you for a second, nudging at you, "Are you alright? You don't look so well."

"I've been better," you smile nervously. The gun trembles in your hand and Chan looks at you, worried. He notices your shivers and your beads or perspiration by your forehead. He wants to protect you and he swears he'll do exactly that.

The shirtless man on the table moans and grunts, looking to the side to see you and Chan, before yelling, "You bastards. Do you know what my family," he groans, "will do to you?"

"Chan," you gasp, your grip on the gun getting harder. "That's Amanozako Susanoo. Ranking officer and scion of the Amanozako drug cartel. The same case that the NIS put me off."

"Ah, fuck," Chan shakes his head, disappointed. "You're now a mob doctor, Kim? Stitching up cartel foot soldiers? I hope you at least get paid well for this."

"We all have to make our living, Detective," Kim shrugs. "After that sham malpractice, I've struggled. Now if you'd let me, I'd like to operate here."

Chan glances at you uneasily, his tongue poking at his inner curve of the cheek. The bodyguards adjust their grip on their guns and the lightbulb that hangs over the table shifts in the wind, causing the knife in one of the bodyguards to glisten and hit your eyes. Dr. Kim slowly resumes examining Susanoo's wound.

"Back away, pigs, if you value your life," Susanoo seethes and you click your tongue.

"We just want to talk," Chan is firm and Susanoo flips the two of you his middle finger and swears, "On dore, ē konjō shi toru ya nai ke! I ain't talking to you both."

"Not you, Susanoo. We want to talk to Dr. Kim."

"Me? You want to talk to me?" Dr. Kim looks at the two of you, worried.

"They're playing you, doc. The minute you get outta the line of fire, they're going to haul me off. Kutabare! Keep working!"

Dr. Kim looks at the two of you and then the bodyguards before resuming the examination on the wound.

"Susanoo, just tell your men to put down their guns. We'll get you to the hospital," you suggest. He is furious, even more so after your suggestion.

"I ain't going to any hospital, yariman," he seethes in anger and Chan loads the gun in the heat of the moment, yelling back at Susanoo, "Call her that once more and this bullet flies straight into your skull."

You can only guess what Susanoo said, but it was safe to presume it is something offensive because Chan responds rudely enough for the bodyguards to step forward in defense. You yell, "Hey! Hey! Back off."

Everyone's yelling. Chan shifts and points his gun at Susanoo, seconding your voice, "Tell your men to back off, Susanoo or I swear to god, I'll put a hole in your head." There is commotion around when Susanoo yells back, "Oh, big talk, little man. You do that. And you and your girlfriend are next."

"Yeah, probably. But you'll be too dead to appreciate that," Chan bites back. Susanoo's face hardens and he continues, "Just let us take the doctor. That's all we ask."

"It's not going to happen," Dr. Kim refuses. "I'm not going to the prison again. Not when you even brought a former NIS agent with you this time round."

"Who said anything about the prison, doctor?" You ask. "We just want to talk to you about something." The doctor digs deeper into the wound to find the bullet. Susanoo screams in agony.

"It's about the Maskmaker?" He laughs. "You think I'm the Maskmaker?"

Susanoo chides in, "The dude that has been killing all those girls? Doc, is that you?"

"Oh, that's just ridiculous," he digs further for the bullet out from Susanoo's body as he screams again. "The idiocy of this city's police department has no bounds."

"So you'll answer all the questions we have for you?" You ask. Dr. Kim jerks the tweezer out of Susanoo's shoulder and drops the bullet into a tiny steel plate. The patient is screaming in agony and the doctor smiles, "There! That's the bullet. Anyone with even a little medical training can stitch you up from here."

"You're leaving?" Susanoo asks.

"Yeah," the doctor smiles. "I'm going to leave with them to get this absurd mess sorted."

"We'll take the doctor and leave," Chan informs. "You and your men can disperse by then."

Dr. Kim places the instruments carefully, the metal clinking and slowly tells, "I'm just going over to then slowly. You understand?"

"Yeah, doc. I understand," Susanoo smirks. "Understand this!" He yells. He whips his hand out from behind his back, pointing a chromed semi-automatic pistol right at you. You heave in a huge breath, your eyes widening and your grip on your gun faltering.

Chan sees red, like paint that spills over his vision. He has been seeing red from the minute Susanoo laid his filthy eyes on you and so Chan doesn't think much when he pulls the trigger.

The gunshot is as good as a hypodermic to the heart. It isn't simply loud, it cracks into the air and echoes around the walls, resonating and magnifying the feeling of our vulnerability. A bright red circle appears in the centre of Susanoo's forehead. His head snaps back and the blood splatters all over the table and over the doctor's white coat.

"No!" The doctor screams. Susanoo's body falls off the table and the doctor tries to hold it. He falls to the ground and you hurl yourself along with Chan behind a wooden cabinet in the commotion.

"Jesus! He killed the wakagashira," one of the bodyguards says, while the other screams, "Kill him. Kill him. Shoot him now."

Chaos follows. Both the bodyguards open fire, aiming at the cabinet and everywhere in the room, their shots whizzing audibly past you. You fire off one shot, miss and throw yourself forward, flipping over another operating table to use it as a cover. Chan looks at you, worried, yelling over the gunshots piercing through the air, "Are you alright, Y/N?"

"I'm fine," you raise your gun to show you were unscratched. Chan heaves out a sigh in relief, turning his focus back on the guards. You peek around the cover and see the two guards crouching behind the cover. Dr. Kim scampers away, retreating into the darkness.

"Get back here, Kim!" Chan aggravates. Upon hearing his sound, the guards fire again. The side of the cabinet bursts open, spraying Chan with wooden splinters and you wince. Chan pulls himself back luckily.

"You're a dead man," the guard screams. More bullets explode against the cabinet. One of them blows a huge chunk of it and Chan scrambles to stay behind cover. 

"I'm pinned down here," he hisses at you. You look at him worried, wondering how you could help and realise that you are staying covered under a steeled operation table. You tell him, "Get here when you can."

Suddenly, there's the sound of an engine revving in the back to the warehouse. Your knees straighten instinctively and you stand barely up, swearing, "Damn it! He's getting away!"

The guards see you and Chan groans, "Ah, Y/N," and he leaps forward, pulling you down with him, taking cover behind the operation table as the guards open fire again furiously. Chan falls on top of you and you wince in the impact. He quickly lifts himself up, his body weight supported on the hands that are pressed on the ground by either side of your face. He whispers, leaning closer towards you, "Let him go. We can't get him without risking ourselves, you idiot. Stay down!"

Outside, the car revs up and zooms away and your head falls to the side, disappointed, "He got away."

Chan supports his body weight on his left arm as he leans closer and brushes the hair away from your face, cupping your face with his right hand for a second or two. Your cheeks stain red and you hate that you're having a moment when you could be shot dead along with Chan. He presses a quick kiss on your forehead, his feel lingering for a long time before he sits up, "We'll get him the next time, okay?" And you nod, biting your lower lip and tugging at it nervously.

Caught up in the moment you just shared with Chan, you don't notice how quiet the room has gone. You nudge at him and mouth, "Listen, Chan." The room is eerily quiet and neither of the guards shoot.

"Are you two ready to surrender?" Chan asks.

There's no response. None at all. You can hear the soft padding footsteps and the sound of someone fumbling with a glass bottle. You smell rubbing alcohol and your eyes enlarge. There's the sound of the cloth crumpling and a lighter flicking.

"They are making a Molotov cocktail!"

"We have to shoot," you tell him. "Now!" Chan listens to you. He ducks low, under the bottom of an adjacent cabinet as he slowly crawls till there with you hot on his heels ("I'm not losing you now," you had said.) and Chan gets a clear view of the bodyguard's feet from here.

Chan's kind enough to give a heads up as he shouts, "Hey, you!" before firing off a shot. The bodyguard's shoe bursts open and he screams, falling down and dropping the Molotov cocktail on himself. He writhes on the floor, engulfed in bright red flame laced with blue trails and you press your lips at the site, looking away quickly.

"That leaves one." Chan walks ahead and looks around for the other person. Meanwhile, the other bodyguards loom eerily behind your back, covering your mouth tightly and pulling you back with him. Chan pops over the cabinet and sees no sign of the only remaining bodyguard.

Susanoo's bodyguard drags you to one corner away from Chan. You try breathing loudly but the man has his arms choking your passage and you begin coughing, only for the man to cover his hand over your mouth, the gun edging dangerously close to your face. Impulsively, you throw your head forward, hitting the gun and sending it sliding away after making a loud noise. You cough out loudly when he uncovers your mouth after swearing, "Bitch," and pulling out the knife that you had seen earlier in his pocket and holding it by your neck. It cuts through your skin lightly, blood dripping down slowly.

Chan's eyes embody what you identify as fear. It's the same look you had on the day Minhyuk fell down before you, bleeding after being shot. It is fear that changes to anger when the guard's head peers over your shoulder, breathing onto your skin, telling Chan, "She's a pretty one. A very pretty one. Too bad I can't have more fun with her before shooting her dead."

Chan's knuckles turn white as he grips on the gun tightly, lining up the shot. The man barks, "Put down your gun. Put down your gun, man, unless you want her dead!"

"Okay, okay," he raises his hand, slowly kneeling down. "Just let her go." He lowers his gun, the sound resonating the walls as it hits the ground and kicks it to the right.

"Good boy, good—" He takes his hand away from your neck for a split second but that is all you need to seize the opportunity. You grab his arm and jerk him down — his knife cutting your skin by the arm and the dermis opens painfully in the hassle — and elbow him brutally in the side of his head. The bodyguard drops to his knees, wobbles for a second and then falls over unconscious.

Chan rushes towards you, pulling your unharmed arm forward, your body falling into his hold as he hugs you tightly. His head snuggles into the curve of your neck as he holds you tightly, mumbling, "I was so scared if he'd kill you. I was so scared." His hand rests on the back of your head as he pulls you into him, your nose buried in his broad, warm chest. He places a kiss — a peck, a barely there contact of his lips — against your forehead as he pulls back to look at you properly. The blood from your forearm stains his shirt but he doesn't seem to mind, caught up in the overload of emotions he feels.

Your head is empty. The pain is still loud but it seems to be fine when Bang Chan hugs you so tight that he wishes he could do that always. You pull away from his grip and look around the place. 

"We just killed Amanozako Susanoo," Chan reaffirms. 

"Yes," you smile at him, your cheeks still heated up. "Yes, we did."

"Yes, sire," you respond politely, "Yes, I will have the full write up given to you by tomorrow. Goodbye, sire." And you hang up. Chan starts the car on ignition as soon as you are done with the call. You look to your left and through Chan's being, you see the police cars parked all around the warehouse, the red light illuminating in the late evening. Officers rush into the warehouse, swarming around the place.

"Hey, Y/N," he pauses. He rip out a piece of his shirt absent-mindedly and pulls you forward, trudging your being into the gear stick as he holds your injured arm up and ties the bleeding wound up, the cloth of his white shirt staining red slowly. "Are you alright?"

"A little shaken up," you smile. "And the slight scratches," Chan glares at you and you chuckle, insisting, "I'm fine."

"I'm glad you didn't get hurt," you mumble, relieved. Almost like you can take easy breaths now and the air is a lot less suffocating. "I am, oh my—"

"Hey, hey," Chan frowns. "But you got hurt."

"Meh," you shrug. He looks towards you and your hair is loose, barely keeping it up in that ponytail of yours after the entire commotion but you don't bother to tie it back up properly, letting huge strands of hair fall forwards as you look down at your knees, the jeans now ripped.

"Have you ever been in a shootout before?" Chan asks. 

"Of sorts," you mumble. "It didn't end well though. I was worried today would be a repeat show of that. Sorry for being a wreck in the beginning." 

You pull down the window of his car as he finally pressed on the gas, the car pulling forwards. The breeze pushes the strands of your hair behind and Chan holds his breath in moments like these. He wonders if it is possible for someone to look pretty even after a shootout with scratches and injuries on their body, but you pull it off so well that he thinks it's hot. He thinks it's hot enough that you took the big bulky man down but the way you were unfazed after that, that was sheer excellence in Chan's eyes and all he could do was gape at how beautiful you are. 

"Hey," Chan brings your attention back to him and away from the passing trees and the low noises of the sirens ringing the air. "Did the District Chief reprimand you or something?"

You laugh, "You're kidding, right? Amanozako Susanoo was a drug-runner and a rapist who we suspect of at least eighteen gangland murder. I might just get a medal for this."

"Find Dr. Kim and you might get two," Chan teases, his right hand on the gearstick and the other on the steering wheel, occasionally flashing you a smile or two as he drives.

"Chan," you frown. "I don't think he's our guy. I don't think he's our Maskmaker. The way he acted in there and the way he reacted to us? He didn't seem like it. He doesn't seem to me as someone with a deep psychosis."

Chan sighs, "I had a feeling you'd say that."

Chan's phone rings and the car audio rings along with it. He presses on a button on the steering wheel, putting Captain Han through the line. 

"Detective!"

"Cap!"

"Hey, Captain," you laugh over. Chan smiles and informs, "You're on speaker technically, Cap."

"About Dr. Kim," Captain Han starts.

"We don't think he did it, Cap," Chan cuts him off. He nervously chews on his bottom lip and looks at you. "We don't think Dr. Kim is our guy."

"What in the world?" 

"He doesn't seem like it," you explain further. "I know it might seem like he is the guy but we spoke to him, Captain. He doesn't seem like it."

"I don't want to hear it, the two of you," his voice is firm and authoritative. "Amanozako Susanoo is dead, Dr. Kim escaped and now you're telling me that he might not be the killer?"

"It's a working theory," Chan protests and you heave out a sigh in frustration.

"I appreciate that you're working on theories, Chan—" 

"Thanks," he sheepishly smiles. 

"But what facts do you have to support it? All the evidence points towards Dr. Kim being the Maskmaker. He even matches the profile Y/N made," Captain Han tells and your eyebrows rise at him calling you by your first name. 

"Ah, yes, but—" you trail.

"I don't want to hear it, Y/N," he says, frustrated. "Unless the two of you can back up your allegation, Dr. Kim remains as our prime suspect.

"Listen to me, Cap—"

"No, you listen to me. Because of you, we've got one cartel officer in the morgue, one in the burn ward and," Captain pauses. "Y/N resulted in the third one with a broken jaw." You click your tongue in annoyance.

"I did what I had to do," you blatantly say.

"It was a righteous shoot!" Chan whines and Jisung is quick to respond.

"I know and that is why you're not being suspended. Again. I pulled every string and cashed every favour I had with the Commissioner to let you two continue this case, or at least till we have Dr. Kim brought to justice."

"Thank you," Chan decides to choose his words wisely. "I appreciate it."

"I want the two of you back at the precinct to search for—"

"I can't, however, oblige with that request of yours, Cap," Chan cuts Namjoon's sentence and you're surprised at him refusing an order.

"Why, may I ask?"

"Y/N's injured. I'm not coming anywhere near the precinct till I have her taken care of," Chan responds in monotone and you look away, cheeks staining red. You also want to yell at Chan to stop treating you like some fragile doll but you won't deny that the care felt nice.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Captain's voice booms through the speaker, louder this time.

"I'll be fine, Captain. It's probably nothing and Chan is overreacting."

"You won't stop bleeding, so shut up."

"Uh, I'll leave you two to it." Captain Han's voice pipes in between your quarrel and you mumble, "Okay."

The Captain hangs up and you roll your eyes at Chan, "I'm not injured severely."

"You're injured nonetheless," his voice rises and he glares at you, pressing on the gas a little bit more. 

You mumble, incoherently, "I'm fine," and Chan chooses to ignore it, turning on the radio news.

Captain Han's voice booms through the speakers as he addresses a crowd of reporters, "Thank you for coming here today. As you already know, we have a break in the Maskmaker case. We now have a primary suspect: Dr. Kim Ilwoo. At the moment, Dr. Kim remains at large but we hope that the citizens of Seoul will cooperate in our attempts to bring him to justice…"

"Everyone — Every cop — is going to be behind Dr. Kim while the real Maskmaker is still at large."

"That's not good," you sigh and you notice Chan pulling into the parking lot of a residential complex.

"Yeah, it isn't," he says, unbuckling his seat belt after parking. He leans forward and hovers over your body, as you can feel his breath by your face, the cold essence of peppermint chewing gum fresh from his mouth. He unbuckles your seat belt for you and looking at you with his nose brushing past yours slightly, he says, "We're here."

This night is definitely going to be a recipe for a disaster. You know it.

Chan fumbles with his key, trying one after another from the bunch and you laugh, murmuring, "Should have divided them."

"Then, I'd lose them," he pointedly stares at you before finding the right one and opening the door. 

The room gives away his new bachelorhood, or the very least you presume he has had a recent breakup.

Everything is functional. The mantle is where he puts his keys and garage door opener. On the coffee table is a wrench set and a new set of wheels for a longboard. Under the small eating table is a pack of beer. You are guessing that the fridge-freezer holds meals for one and he has more clothes in his laundry basket than in his closet. He's not hopeless though, he clearly knows one end of a vacuum cleaner from the other. He's got modern looking prints of the wall and a small photo of his folks on a side table. You identify Jisung, Felix and Hyunjin from there. He's never decorated, that's for sure, but then who paints a rental place? You know you wouldn't.

He turns, smiling shyly, not a look you've seen on his face before. Spending time with Chan entitled you to see a lot of different shades in him. You can't help but smile back — he brought you to his place against the order of his captain just to take care of you. You are dead sure that this is enough to steer you from the loud thoughts screaming at you to not let history repeat again. But you're a fool. A fool for Bang Chan.

Your eyes linger uneasily on the cardboard boxes taped with elephant tape that is arranged carefully against the corners. Chan tells you to sit on his sofa. It's a pretty nice place for a detective of his ranking and you watch him move around in his house. He brings a bag full of content and pushes the table in front of the sofa to the side as he kneels before you.

In the dim lighting of his home, Chan looks beautiful. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. You guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they normally looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Of course, the blush that accompanied it was a dead give-away. 

This is a man you wanted to know more than you'd ever felt before. How could you ever hold back your soul from touching his?

Chan helps you out of your boots and you laugh, "I'm not handicapped, Chan," and shove his arms away, your chest vibrating and the walls echoing your laughter. 

He continues to help you out of your boots even after that, mumbling, "Let me help." And your hands stop midway as you watch how gently he takes them out and places them by your side. He sits by your side and drags the bag closer to him along with the tub of water and cloth. He unwraps the piece of cloth he had tied your injury with and throws it to the side. 

He winces visibly, "That's a deep cut," and rubs his forehead before muttering, "Ah, that bastard."

You don't say anything as you watch him. He uses his left hand to apply pressure on the cut, praying that the bleeding reduces. He dips the new white cloth into the water and cleans the area along with the help of a soap. You clench your teeth in the pain that hits you as he cleans the injury. He wipes the cloth over your neck too, edging his face closer to you as his left hand leaves your arm and grips your face to angle it. You are flustered and take steady breaths in, praying that he doesn't notice your heartbeat rising because of him.

He applies antibiotic ointment over it and covers the area with a sterile bandage, the two of you engulfed in nothing but the silence, your breathing and the sound of the fan rotating. He moves back and smiles to himself, "There, all done," and moves his gaze up at you only to find you staring at him already.

You had promised yourself to never repeat history again; to never fall in love with a fellow partner; to never like another man who swore to protect justice at all costs.

But promises are meant to be broken and as you gaze at Chan under his dim lights, his face so temptingly close to you, you are more than ready to break the promise you've made with yourself.

As you lean forward, your fingertips tracing his jawline, Chan knows and feels the same because he meets you halfway, his hands creeping behind your back by your waist and tugging you closer, your bodies touching and your lips on his, soft and testing waters initially. Chan pulls you closer, his lips moving against yours, angling your face to delve deeper into you. 

He has his lips against yours, nearly knocking you off all the wind in your lungs. You sigh into the kiss, find your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body, your legs stretching by either side of his body. His hand sprawls over your neck, his thumb caressing against your jugular before pressing into the neck, rubbing slow circles. He kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his shirt. 

And the two of you move against each other as the night darkens, covering everything and the gasps and breathless sighs that take over the soft air in the room has nothing against the two of you — the two of you that hold each other in some sort of desperation for physical reassurance. For some sort of hope that the two of you diffuse into each other.

[demonslayedher]

Love Breathing Not Fully Bloomed: A Kanroji Mitsuri Meta

Some thoughts that have been brewing since we got a deeper look at the birth of the Breath of Love in the Rengoku Gaiden, boiling down to that Mitsuri had not yet reached her full potential.

SPOILERS AHEAD~!

While we don't have any reliable timeline for this series, we know that Mitsuri has been practicing swordsmanship for only about two years, likely less. The "two years ago" stated in her flashback to her failed engagement was back when she was 17, so let's be generous and say that was 2.5 years ago. But, we must also keep in mind that she's been a Pillar for at least several months by the time Swordsmith Village arc takes place. The Pillar meeting Tanjiro met her at was possibly her first of the twice-a-year meetings, but I wouldn't put it anywhere beyond her second. After the failed marriage discussion she would have spent some unknown period of time dying her hair and starving herself, before deciding to join the Demon Slayers. She accomplished her Flame Breathing training under Rengoku in six months, roughly half the time most Breath users train under their cultivators. Tokito is noted for becoming a Pillar in two months after taking up the sword, but Mitsuri probably stumbled her way into Pillarhood within months of passing the Final Selection; making the Kamaboko squad's quick ascension up the ranks look like nothing as she blows away the usual five years it takes someone to become a Pillar (or if they are especially skilled, more like two years, as stated by Gotouge in Taisho Secrets). While the way of swordsmanship and battle became Mitsuri’s everyday way of life, thereby leading to huge improvements, that's a really short time to develop actual battlefield experience. Among the Pillars, she is the least seasoned or naturally inclined for battle, it really is by accident of her bizarre strength that she’s gotten so far. That's hardly surprising, given her background and motives. For context, her interests are very domestic what with all the pet-keeping (four cats, a rabbit, and a whole hive of bees, by my count) and sweets and recipes, and her stated hometown would have been in the heart of developing city culture, with shopping and restaurants and movie theaters. There would have been no exposure to swords and the culture that goes with them, making her justifiably embarrassed of how monstrously her strength makes her stick out. Her inability to fit into a normal family life makes her feel worthless, even if she does have a base of love and support. (*Put a pin in these things, I'll be drawing a comparison to another character later.*) However it was that she was introduced to the Corp, it must have taken a huge leap of hope and/or desperation to leave the otherwise comfortable lifestyle for a life of battle. While Rengoku's home is not terribly far from hers, it still would have been a total break from the life she knew before, so she must had been betting everything on both her ultimate wishes; living in accordance with who she is, and finding a husband. Let's refer to these respectively as Wish A and Wish B. Note that "becoming a strong swordsman" and "elimating demons" are not among these goals; they are merely means to her goals. Now if we try to to follow her path as a swordsman chronologically, six months since taking up the sword under Rengoku, she's passed the Final Selection. On a mission with Rengoku, who now treats her as a peer, she's nonetheless filled with shame that she hasn't really picked up much skill and just waves her sword around with brute strength. 

I love this bit of characterization because that is so, so easy a trap to fall into with martial arts. Even if you understand things in theory and do your best on proper form when taking things slowly, all of that very easily goes out the window when you're using them in the heat of the moment. The less experience you have, the far more likely one is to do this. Falling back on just throwing a punch as hard as you can instead of throwing a good punch makes Mitsuri so, so, so relatable. She is a normal girl with abnormal strength, not a battle genius. Like us normal people, and even like Tanjiro, she can only improve her battle sense with experience. This puts her in a very different situation than the other Pillars, who she meets either when they are very experienced, or when they are outright geniuses. This gives her a different sense of shame, which we'll come back to. While feeling ashamed that she can't live up to Rengoku's teaching, her fighting suffers with this lack of self-confidence (which, again, makes her very relatable because this is applicable to just about all of us normal people), and she only realizes the Breath technique when applying it through her own unique emotion-driven fighting style. While she goes on to name this Breath after Wish B (given that this is a romantic version of "Love"), it's powered more by a philanthropic love, realized only when she is protecting other people. This becomes a newly discovered third wish, as well as a source of confidence.

In the side story novels, Mitsuri later on suffers another blow to her confidence which compromises her fighting and makes her fall back into wanting to hide herself, for she is ashamed of how her motives compare to Shinobu's. Besides Shinobu's encouragement and giving Mitsuri a venue in which to openly express her love and appreciation for other people, another child whom Mitsuri has rescued looks up to her and says a few things to restore her confidence. Getting that feedback and being able to express herself openly (Wish A) is the cycle that powers Mitsuri's confidence and keeps her ultimate weakness, shame, at bay. This, combined with words of encouragement from Ubuyashiki and Rengoku, is what really empowers her to embrace her unusual constitution and develop the Breath of Love. While it's said that this is an offshoot of the Flame Breathing she's formally trained in, it's more of a stretch than the relationship between something like Snake Breathing stemming from Water Breathing, and more like she's hit at the basis of Breathing itself to create a technique suited to her, like Inosuke did with his entirely self-taught Beast Breathing. (*Put a pin in this self-created Breath style thing, we're going to come back to this too.*) So, Mitsuri went on to become the Love Pillar. With the rate at which Pillars cycle in and out (based on how many the Upper Moons claim to have killed), I have to wonder how fast the Lower Moons getting cycled in and out too.  Even though these are her peers and we never see any other Pillars looking down on her, she sees herself in a lower position than the rest of them. Case in point, one thing I love that the anime did is that when Tokito chips the rock at Tanjiro and tells him off, Mitsuri is silently fangirling, and then when Tokito orders the Kakushi to draw back/leave, Mitsuri silently and automatically obeys and shrinks back. That wasn’t directed at you, silly!

Though her Breath requires confidence, she still has a ways to go. When we see her again later, she's in a position of being a protector to everyone around her; the swordsmiths and her juniors, and she's treated with the awe and respect and acceptance of a Pillar; in this kind of setting she is fully in accord with Wish A (reinforced by her less formal third wish) and, thanks to Shinobu's encouragement, not ashamed of Wish B, thereby eliminating a big part of her shame-based weakness. She's added all this power and just as importantly, experience to her preexisting raw strength and flexibility.

The experience is key here; she's gained a lot of battle sense since her first mission. She's not as taken off guard by demon abilities, and with her risen confidence, she's also gained more flexible thinking and can make quick adjustments in battle as needed. 

Not entirely, though. At her core, she still relies on that brute strength.

Ultimately, though toward the end she thinks she might be overpowered after all, it's that boost of confidence and cycle of philanthropic love from her juniors and desire to protect them than she recovers and makes use of her mark. (I'm glad no one's told her that this means she's doomed to a short marriage, should she ever even get one.)

Following this historic feat; acting in a way that is natural to her and to her Breath to unlock a mark she didn't even know existed, she still feels a little shamed among the other Pillars for being so shamefully inarticulate about battle technique; despite this being what she's dedicated her life to. Again, it was never her natural desire to be a fighter, so it’s unsurprising that this part doesn’t come as naturally to her as it does to all those geniuses in the room.

Moving on to the battle with Nakime, this is mostly played for laughs because Mitsuri's lack of battle sense compared to other characters is put on full display. She's emotional from the get-go and easily overwhelmed and this affects her concentration drastically, leading to stupid mistakes and ultimately having to fall back on her brute strength to break through pieces of the fortress instead of survive and fight through observation. Getting called out on this is meant to help her, and she absolutely does her best to summon back her battle sense, but it's all downhill for Mitsuri and her Love Breathing technique from here.

As the battle with Muzan starts, that third wish is thrown back in her face as so many of her juniors die protecting her. Since he's powered by philanthropic love and confidence, she cannot recover any battle sense, and quickly falters so much that she must be removed from the battle rather than weigh everyone down. The difference between her and the other Pillars here is stark; her inexperience and lack of natural fighting inclination is, again, painfully obvious and relatable to a lot of readers. She has natural strength, but not natural talent. When she does return to battle, she only has that core strength to rely on again--no room for peace of mind, only brute emotional strength resulting in a panel that made me throw my fist in the air and cheer out loud because damn, that is hardcore, girl.

But, in the end, Mitsuri succumbs to her injuries, and only right before death does she get closer to Wish B. Even with Iguro's promise, it's too late.

This is super frustrating for a number of reasons, but if we're focused solely on the actualization of Love Breathing, it's because Iguro could have said something much, much, much sooner if he wasn't so ashamed of his own blood tainting her in this lifetime (not that she would have cared). Words from other people have such a huge influence on Mitsuri that if she had actualized Wish B, for which her Breath is named, she could have made humongous gains in confidence before being romantically loved, and having someone to openly shower in love. Imagine what she could have unlocked, if that shame she still carried for being too monstrous to be married could have been eliminated. But that's not all. What if the timeline had been different? What if she had not two, but five years’ experience? Or even more than that? What if, for a long duration of her experience as a swordsman, she was also experiencing a happy marriage? I invite you to consider the implications of a Mrs. Iguro Mitsuri who has the comfort and confidence of being herself with a husband, in addition to being in a leadership role in the Corp? A Mrs. Iguro who, with a little honesty from her husband who feels bothered that she’s embarrassed, stands up to Maeda-san and says that as a married woman she needs a more modest uniform?* A Mrs. Iguro who gained a level-headed battle sense that can only be refined through experience, not based in brute strength alone? She'd be such a happy badass. *(Not looking for a modern-era Western culture based debate on this; this is defined based on Mitsuri's desire for a proper Taisho Era marriage.) Now, remember those pins I put in place? Consider someone else who realized a natural Breath technique all on their own, who attained a mark without any intention to, who felt like a monster due to super human abilities that made them shamefully unable to fit into the ideal family life, despite only wanting a peaceful, happy wedded life? Someone who valued bonds with other people, a kind person who lived to protect others? Now, I'm not saying that Love Breathing is as powerful as the Breath of the Sun, or that Mitsuri is as innately powerful as Yoriichi (their natural skills were of different types entirely). But, as all Breath techniques stem from the same natural Sun Breathing source, Love Breathing might have found its way back a little closer to that source, in some way or another. Which is all to say, never look down on Love Breathing or on Mitsuri just because she didn't play as big of a role as the others in the final showdown. After all, that Breath was not yet all it could have been, and as a swordsman, she was not yet in full bloom.