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doodle-pops · 8 months ago

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Echoes of Healing Hands

Maedhros x modern!reader

Request: How about Maedhros x reader from modern world, where reader was a med student from her world and somehow ended up in Middle Earth. Reader makes use of her skills and becomes one of the well known healers. The two meet and reader creates a specialized prospethic hand for him. The two kinda gets close and reader reveals how Angband was the first place where she ended up, having been forced the thralldom and use her knowledge and skills to escape. A bit angts where she is still traumatized by the experience (Maybe that's also how she regognized he had been a thrall himself) One shot might work with this and you can decide where the relationship goes. - @animatorweirdo

A/N: I chose to leave the relationship ambiguous between Mae and reader, so you all can decide if they’re friends or something more.

Warnings: modern reader in Middle Earth, fluff and comfort, humour, small touches of reminiscing the past, reader had spent time in Angband, consumption of alcohol

Words: 2k

Synopsis: You spend a moment with the Lord of Himring, demonstrating your skills while he returns the favour with a touch of gratitude and sympathy.

“It might be tight at first and slightly discomforting, however, give or take a week or two, you’ll merge and become one with it,” you explained as you fastened the straps of the prosthetic hand to Maedhros. “For now, practice holding small and light objects before advancing to larger and heavier ones. So, what do you think?”

The light from the fireplace flickered against his porcelain skin, casting hues of golden swirls which seemed to highlight his brilliant head of red, loose curls. They cascaded around his shoulders and stopped at his chest now that the moon had risen to signify another day had come to an end. You watched as he cautiously lifted his right hand, grimacing at the notice of the additional weight before attempting to curl his fingers and admiring your craftsmanship. Maedhros inspected your newly designed gadget with slight apprehension despite the feeling of gratitude arising.

“It does bear a slight pinch around the wrist, but I assume that is for now,” he replied. “The colour, red and gold, an excellent touch!”

“You’re lucky I didn’t paint it pink and purple with a touch of flowers since we’re in spring,” you snickered under his glare. “It would match the aesthetic of the season, and you. Come to think of it, I’ll make for the other seasons.”

“Please,” he begged with a worried expression as he looked away from his hand to meet your amused expression. “I beseech thee to not. One is fine, plus, you do not have any other projects to complete. So I think it is worth sharing a drink with me on this fine night, do you not think so?”

Scoffing as you sink yourself in the seat opposite him, you reach for the flask of wine and pour two glasses. “You do know that drinking leads to intoxication, and your idea of ‘a drink’ normally implies bottles.”

Taking the offered glass from your hand using his gifted hand, he carefully held the glass, finding a secured grip and brought it to his lips for his first deep swig. There was an evident glow on his face the longer the glass remained confidently in his hand. “Rest assured, ‘a drink’ in this case implies one, for your kindness. Thank you for creating this. While I do not believe that I am deserving of this gift, especially after all that I’ve—”

“You seem to have a problem saying, ‘thank you’ without reminiscing on the past, don’t you?” you smirked over the rim of your glass as you took a sip. “You elves and your million fancy, flowery ways to say, ‘thank you’ and then proceed to depreciate yourselves. However, you’re welcome.”

He frowned with a bemused expression on his face. His mouth was opened and ready to counter, yet the smirk you sent his way made him reconsider his choice of words and left a faint heat on his cheeks. “You…” he began as he struggled to spit out his words, “you have a strange way of speaking ever since I met you. You seem to despise the manner in which we elves speak.”

“Yeah, I definitely do,” you muttered and laughed, causing him to frown deeply. “Where I’m from, we just say what needs to be said without a bunch of mumbo-jumbo attached. No beating around the bushes.”

Maedhros’s frown morphed into scepticism as he listened to your scolding on their dialect while making a mental note to be more direct and upfront anytime he needed to speak to you. “Mumbo-jumbo?” he puzzled while furrowing his lips before he straightened in his seat. “Where are you from, if you do not mind me asking? You had not exactly told me other than your time in the Iron Fortress. Where is this ‘where I am from’ you speak of?”

“While isn’t it obvious?” you stated in a matter-of-fact tone to which he awkwardly shook his head. “I’m not from this world, duh! I’m from a far, far, away place where all these things still exist, only ten times worse. The only difference is that I was never involved in anything the way I was forced to…”

The air between you two fell into silence with the crackling of the firewood in the background. Neither of you spoke, causing the let the moment of reflection to resurface. Your memories, despite not facing anything tormenting as Maedhros suffered, were still frightening. Appearing in Angband decades after his escape and being forced to find a way to save yourself from being harmed, you offered up the skills you earned from being a medical engineer to design new artillery. Anything to prevent that bitch-ass redhead from feeding you to the wolves, literally.

The constant fear you felt in the short time you were there was enough to surmount the volume he felt. They were evident in your eyes and on your skin beneath your heavily adorned garments.

You and Maedhros were in the same water, at different depths, yet still drowned.

“I…Accept my condolences for what you might have experienced,” he gingerly whispered, setting the glass on the table.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too, but what’s done is done,” you half-heartedly chuckled and took a deep swig, wincing as the wine burned your throat. “It is what it is.”

Pausing with his mouth hanging open at your unapologetic, coping statement, he muttered, “That is an odd thing to say given your trauma, however, I shall not judge. But what I want to know is, how did you get here from this other world of yours?”

With the change in topic, you glanced over to witness his eyes swimming with eagerness. The possibilities of another world existing were unheard of by the Valar, so could it have been an untold work of Eru? Another realm that dwelt beyond the Timeless Halls?

“That’s something I really can’t figure out to this day. Cause all I knew was that one day, I was taking a long nap after my stressful exams, and then bam! I woke up on a table with that bitch-ass of a redhead hovering and asking his dumbass questions. I felt as though I could have strangled him, and then he made me abuse my medical practices.”

“Mairon! You appeared in Angband out of thin air and the first person you met was him?!” you gasped.

“Yeah, and it was pretty scary. I thought I was dreaming at first because no way in hell a place like that could exist in real life. But when things got heated, I realised that it was real. I had never prayed so much to wake up, especially when I told him my whereabouts but he didn’t believe me. He was going to throw me to the wolves.”

“I’ve heard of his cruelty from others. I was fortunate to not have met him during my…”

“Trust me, you were bloody lucky,” your voice trembled. “If I ever saw that bastard again, I’d feed his ass to the wolves. Never thought that I would hate redheads so much!”

The moment your last sentence slipped past your lips, Maedhros’s face morphed into dejection. What little light that shone in his face, vanished, as did the glow of his hair. As much as he tried to focus on the rest of your words, the loudness of your hatred towards redheads resonated exponentially in his head, prompting him to sulk. However, he was far from subtle since his dejection was visible to the eye which you eventually noticed.

Gasping with an apologetic expression, you vomited a whirlwind of words. “Oh God no! I didn’t mean you! I don’t hate you; I hate him—he’s the only redhead I despise! But you, you’re nice! I like you a lot; you’re so sweet and kind. I like you, Mae. So don’t take it to heart; you’re cool.”

He puzzled. “You like me?”

Your body’s natural response mechanisms were taking over, replaying all those embarrassing gestures you used to perform when you dwelt in the modern world around your friends. Unable to resist, your fingers lifted to form finger guns, as you aimed them at him and made a clicking sound with your tongue. “Of course I do. Why else would I make you that prosthetic hand and indulge in all your temptations even though I complain? It’s obvious, isn’t it?”

He felt his lips tugging at the corners to stretch into a smile. Maedhros couldn’t say when last he felt like this for it had been too long that the pure feeling of bliss overcame him. Dropping his eyes to the floor as his dimples became prominent, it didn’t matter how hard he bit his lip, the smile kept forming. The little awkward nods of his head followed as he accepted your words, wanting to keep things light.

“I like you too; you are very nice,” he finally managed to spit out with a goofy grin which left the both of you flustered like two teenagers.

“Cool,” you murmured and swallowed the last bit of wine before reaching for the flask to refill your glass to the brim. Anything to wash away the awkwardness that unfolded.

Entertained, Maedhros made a tsking sound and wiggled his prosthetic finger at you. “Did you not scold me for wanting to share a drink with you, and now you are consuming two glasses?”

“Oh shut up! The conversation is going too well to deserve one glass, plus, I can do whatever I want. I’ll just suffer the consequences of a hangover tomorrow. I’m a doctor, I can nurse myself back to full health,” you quietly chortled with a roll of your eyes.

Unbiasedly staring at you as you drank the wine with heaviness, he glanced over your humane features and felt a wave of sadness that this could indeed be a strange dream. One day, he too could wake up and you would be gone forever. Or what if he had never left Angband and the image of you was a conjured coping mechanism? “But what if all this was a dream and you had to wake up, would you want to leave?”

Prying your lips off the glass, you fell into a contemplative silence that left you fretting. You would admit, life here wasn’t the best nor was it the worse, but there was something that existed which wasn’t present in your world. You helped and taught your medical practices while learning the ropes of incorporating magic and natural remedies into your etiquette. Life had its ebbs but they brought you forms of adventure no one would ever experience.

“I don’t know; I can’t answer that honestly. I’d be lying no matter what response I give,” you supposed. “However, I will say that I am grateful to have met and helped you. It was an honour to utilise my knowledge to build you a hand and form a bond with an elf. I never thought I’d meet one, so tall and wasn’t Santa’s little helper, and get this close, thanks to my medical abilities.”

“Likewise. You have been a great companion during your time here with me in my lonely castle. You have given me something to look forward to each day with your strangeness.”

“Of course you would enjoy my company. I’m far better than the ghosts living here,” you snickered. “But I too, enjoy your presence. It’s nice to connect with someone who understands.”

Maedhros offered a genuine smile as he fought to ignore your jest, and reached for his glass with his prosthetic hand and gingerly lifted it to make a toast. “I propose a toast to your hands then. Worry not about what they were forced to do, but the great things they have achieved. Perhaps that is your purpose here, to use your gifted hands.”

“You elves and your poetic words,” you jokingly scoffed while reaching out to knock glasses with one another. “But yes, to my hands and yours that can be detached and thrown at someone who annoys you. I am thankful they have gotten me this far and for meeting you.”

“Good, now make haste and finish that glass of wine. The night is still young, we have much to celebrate and I have a new blend for you to try. Might be too strong for a human, regardless, I want you to try it.” He sauntered out of his seat and towards his wine showcase where dozens of flasks sat, some still sealed for decades, leaving you appalled. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was the downside to using your talents. Becoming his new drinking buddy.

You scowled as he returned with a flask while showing off his strength to hold the bottle with his new hand. “I should have sent your hand instead of bringing it myself if I knew this was to be my fate.”

“I would have visit your chambers nonetheless.”

“One glass, Maedhros. Just one glass.”

“Of course. One glass as prescribed,” he grinned with the intention of finishing the entire flask tonight in one sitting with you.

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the-writer-ofthe-fandoms · 1 year ago

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Silent Cosmos (Edward Cullen) (Ch. 3)

Pairing: Edward Cullen x GN! Mute!Reader

Words: 2.8k+

Warning(s): Two gross dudes, sexual verbal harassment (not towards reader), swearing,

A/N: omg chapter 3 is finally here. I apologize for the wait. I thought my semester this time around would be forgiving but NOPE. I had so much to do and read, I could hardly write for fun or draw either. I hadn't realized how long it had been since I last posted. I want to try a new method when writing series. I tried with my kpop writing blog, and its where I write a few chapters at a time then periodically post them. Helps keep the flow and motivation going, but that may have been a one off there.

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"O star of strength! I see thee stand And smile upon my pain; Thou beckonest with thy mailèd hand, And I am strong again... The Star of the unconquered will, He rises in my breast, Serene, and resolute, and still, And calm, and self-possessed. -- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "The Light of Stars"

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Edward hasn't been in school for the past few days.

You admittedly felt a little lonely without his presence, though Emmett and Alice have made it their mission to become your new best friends. Jasper tried but he still kept his distance from you, which you didn't mind. Rosalie helped when no other Cullen was around, although she kept a lot of conversations at a minimum, which you also didn't mind.

Alice had told you Edward had gotten a bad cold, so he is staying home. You had offered to bring him your notes the first time so he could copy them down, but Alice told you their father has him basically on lock down until he is deemed healthy. So, after you've done your homework, you've been making copies of your notes to give him when he comes back.

It's the start of a new day and once again, Edward wasn't there. You were at your locker with 15 minutes to spare. You placed the spare folder with Edward's notes on the shelf while your mind went back to that moment you two shared at the welcoming party for your uncle. You felt happy telling him all the stars and constellation you could see, and even happier when he seemed thoroughly interested in your rambles. However, you feel an inkling of guilt when you remember he gave you his jacket. Maybe he got sick from that?

"Dude, I got this weird spot on my dick."

Well, there goes your musings of guilt. You glance to your left and see two guys near you, just chilling against the lockers. You've never met them, though you do remember sharing a class or two with them separately.

"Are you really airing your business out when someone is standing right their?" The shorter one, with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes gestures to you.

"Relax, Mark. That's the deaf student." The taller one with deep brown eyes and brown hair says with a laugh. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes and choose to just focus on the inside of your locker. Maybe you should get more decorations- "Anyways, I have this weird spot on my dick. It almost looks like I have a weird mole there. I'm hoping it's just a new mole and Cindy didn't give me something."

Gross.

"I'd get that shit checked out then. You don't want it to turn into something worse if it is an STD." Mark says with a sigh. "I told you not to sleep with her, Tony. She made my balls itch like crazy. They still fucking itch."

"I think its just a weird mole. You wanna look?" He cackles while his friend fake gags. They both push off the lockers and walk away to who knows where.

You let out a deep sigh and close your locker. At least the ignorance of other allows you to hear some gossip.

"What's with the sigh, Tiny?" Emmett calls out as he and Rosalie approach you. He has very quickly taken to the nickname Tiny for you. You suppose anyone shorter than him would be considered tiny in his eyes. Rosalie simply opened her locker as you and Emmett conversed.

"Oh, just overheard two people talking about something that should have been a private conversation." You respond with a slight shrug.

"Gah, Forks High is full of a bunch of weirdos, huh?" He grins and raises his brows a few times, crossing his arms while leaning on the locker next to you. You silently chuckle and nod, though you wondered if there was an underlying joke there.

"No Edward today?"

"Nope. Carlisle still hasn't cleared him." He sighs with a sympathetic smile. "Between you and me, Tiny, Edward is still shitting his brains out." He signed that last portion to you.

You gave him a scandalized look and playfully slapped his arm with a small chuckle. You were surprised to feel just how hard his muscles were.

"What was that for?" He gripped where you slapped and pretended to be hurt. "It was a private conversation, no one else here except Rosalie knows sign."

You roll your eyes and shake your head with a smile. You could always count on Emmett to get you to smile.

"C'mon, Rose and I will walk you to first period, like always." He grins and gestures you to follow him. Rose simply came along since she and Em were in the class next to yours. You nod and follow, happy to have good company.

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It was a passing period and it was just you and Rose at your lockers. You grabbed a new pen and pencil since the last two you had broke and ran out of ink. Rosalie was fluffing up her already perfect, blond hair in the mirror of her locker. She and you didn't converse much, but you still liked her presence. Like the rest of the Cullens, she didn't tiptoe around you or treated you differently. She acknowledged your presence and would answer you if you had questions.

You were about finished in your locker when you heard two familiar voices keep up their gross conversations behind you.

"Dude, Rosalie has the hottest ass." Tony practically jeers, his voice intentionally loud. You glance to the blond next to you and she still keeps fixing her hair, though you can see her brows are a little more furrowed and her lips are more in the shape of a frown.

"Her tits, man, her tits are where it's at." Replies Mark and when you shift just enough to see him in the corner of your eyes, you see him make an obscene gesture.

You hear the slight creek of metal and when you look to Rose, you see her grip is so tight on her locker door that her fingers made indents which made your eyes widen for a moment. She closes her locker and you can see by her side profile she is pissed, and rightfully so.

So, you do what you think would make her laugh at the expense of those two guys.

You tap her arm to get her attention and she looks at you with a glare. You don't let it faze you. If those two are going to be gross about your friend, you'll just air out their business that they so willingly aired out by you this morning.

"You know those two jackasses?" You intentionally look to them as you sign and look back at her. "Well the brown haired one has a spot on his penis that he isn't sure if it's a mole or an STD. And his buddy likely doesn't wash right since he's had prolonged itchy balls."

Rosalie looks almost scandalized until her eyes widen for a moment as she looks at the two dudes and then back to you. She covers her mouth as she laughs when she realizes what you're trying to do.

You were about to sign some more when the two dumbasses approach.

"I know you were talking shit. What the fuck did you sign?" Tony glared, pointing an accusatory finger at you. He gets in your face and you swear you hear Rosalie growl.

You swallow thickly and decide to open your mouth. Your aunt always said you got your stubbornness from your mom.

"I said..." You try not to wince at the pain in your throat, your voice sounding hoarse. "You had a weird spot on your dick and your friend... has itchy balls." They looked at you with wide, horrified looks. "Don't talk about someone's body if you don't want yours talked about either."

"You little shit." Mark hisses and Rose steps closer to your side, an arm just barely in front of yours.

"What's going on here?" Emmetts voice grows louder as he approaches, his usual, carefree smile no longer on his face. He looked scarier than you've ever seen him. Mark and Tony looked at each other before slinking off.

Once they were gone you let out a dry, painful cough. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and quickly grab your water and drink, soothing your throat. You could taste a tiny bit of iron in the back of your throat as you drank.

Rosalie calls your name softly. "Are you okay?"

You nod in response and take another sip of water. You didn't catch the look they gave each other or Rose gesturing for Emmett to speak.

"What happened, Tiny?" He asks in a quiet tone. You close the cap of your bottle and place it back in your bag. Your throat still ached but you knew the pain from using your larynx will linger.

You start to sign to him everything that occurred, from what you overheard in the morning to him approaching. You can see a flash of anger on his face but he goes back to that small smile. Once you explained your words to Rose and why you said them, a huge grin breaks out on his face.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Tiny." He laughs and pats your shoulder a little too firmly.

"Come, I'll walk you to class." Rosalie said with a soft tone. You nod and wave goodbye to Emmett. You both start heading down the hallway, the blond next to you tense.

When you got to your class a pale hand stopped you. You look to Rose with a questioning look while her gold eyes avoid yours.

"I just wanted to say thank you for earlier." Rosalie says, the tense look she had fades into a small smile, her eyes meeting yours. You see some vulnerability in her usually guarded gaze. She gives your shoulder a squeeze before dropping her hand. "You didn't have to do that. I'm... admittedly used to that."

"No need to thank me, Rosalie." You smile back at her.

"I do, because not many would step up like that." She softly sighs and her smile grows a bit. You felt her words had more meaning to them, but you decided to not linger on them for now. "I know I've been slightly avoiding you but I have a hard time trusting hu- new people. But, after today, I think I want to open up a bit and be friends."

"I'd like that too." You beam. "Alice has been begging me to do a shopping trip, maybe the three of us can plan a trip soon."

"I'd... I'd like that." She almost looks like she is relieved and less guarded.

"Is your hand okay?"

"What?"

"Well, I saw you grip your locker and you dented it."

"Oh. Yeah, it's fine. I work on cars and my grip is strong. It's nothing." She holds out her hands and you saw just flawless skin. "Well, I will see you soon. Class is starting."

"Talk to you later." You wave and go to class. You sit down at your usual spot and start preparing. You sigh, irritated at the way those two spoke about Rose so loudly. But you also felt happy you and Rose were close now. Her bending the locker was suspicious... there were many things off with the Cullens that you've picked up, however, you don't linger on it. They have their quirks much like you have your own.

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Edward lounged on the couch reading, back from his trip up to the Denali clan to clear his head. After witnessing that nightmare from you, he needed a moment alone to sort his thoughts. He wasn't sure what he felt afterwards but once he took some time to sort out his thoughts, he came back to Forks. None of the others knew what happened. He didn't tell them those details of your life, as none of them were privy to it. He wasn't either but that bridge has been crossed thanks to his ability and curiosity of the galaxy protecting your mind.

He felt guilt initially when he realized he deeply invaded your privacy. Then, despair and immense sadness followed when he recalls back to your nightmare, your past. Edward had seen many horrors in his long life, he even committed some when he'd hunt those men. However when he witnessed what you went through, he couldn't help feel a spark of protectiveness. You were nice. He found you a joy to be around despite it not being long since you transferred. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to you.

Edward couldn't help but smile when he thought back to you and him outside the fire station. It was a peaceful moment. He couldn't help but linger on the sight of you in his jacket, pointing out the stars and constellations. It was silent other than your internal thoughts. And when he got to witness your galaxy so at peace? He also felt a sense of tranquility he longs for.

Edward quickly put those thoughts away and resumed his attention his book when he heard his adoptive siblings come in. Alice and Jasper pass without saying to him, which he was slightly thankful for. However, Emmett and Rosalie lingered by him.

"How can I help you both?" Edward sighs, snapping the book closed as he looks at both of them.

Rose crosses her arms. "You need to come back tomorrow."

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, Tiny happened." Emmett grinned and gestured to Rosalie. The blond sighed and let the memory replay of you standing up for her so Edward can see what happened today. He furrows his brows, setting his book down. He stands up from the couch and looks between the two.

"My guess is those two will probably retaliate against our friend one way or another." Rosalie says softly. Edward chooses not to point out how she said 'our friend.' "You spend the most time with them, they'll need you to stick around them the most."

Edward nods slowly. He recognizes Mark and Tony, and he knows they each have a class with him and you. He's heard the thoughts that spew from them both like garbage and he knows they aren't above getting back at someone.

"I'll come back tomorrow." He confirms. He wanted one more day to himself, but tomorrow is good as ever to face you again. He knows how you lost your voice and how you ended up living with your uncle and aunt now, but you don't know he knows. And he'll have to keep that in mind.

Although, Edward couldn't help but smile at the sound of your voice in Rosalie's memory. It was rough and hoarse, and it caused you pain, pain he doesn't want you feeling again... but it was nice hearing that voice that matches to the one in your head... when that space of yours is dropped.

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You make your way to your locker first thing in the morning. You get yourself situated, grabbing the things you need for your classes before lunch. You set aside the folder where you kept your copies of notes for Edward down on the small shelf. You huff softly, throat still feeling sore from using your voice.

A familiar voice calling your name has you spinning around quickly, a smile instantly growing on your face. Edward approaches you with a small smile, looking the same as he did the last time you saw him.

"Glad to see you're feeling better." You grin, your mind flashing back to what Emmett signed to you in regards to Edward's health. You catch your friend's eyebrow twitch, a flash of annoyance on his face that he quickly recovered.

A Cullen quirk, you muse to yourself.

"Yeah. I'm doing a lot better now." He replies softly, standing a little closer to you than usual.

"I have something for you." You see his eyebrow quirk as you turn back to your locker. You pull out the black folder and hand him it. "Notes for the classes we share."

Edward stares down at the folder before chuckling. He looks up at you and gives you brilliant smile, one that makes your heart flutter for just a moment. "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

Suddenly, you feel hand on your back. Edward was standing much closer to you with an expression akin to a scowl as he stares off a little. He looks to you and smiles softly, though you can still see the tension on his face.

"We should get to the classroom. I'll probably have questions about what I missed." He says in a low voice. You nod, a little confused by his demeanor. You finish up with your locker and let him guide through the hallway, his cold hand still resting on the middle of your back.

You weren't aware of Tony's and Mark's presences until you both were walking by them to your first period classroom. You paid them no mind, keeping your focus ahead of you. Doing this, however, has you missing the deep and threatening glare from Edward towards the both of them.

As you both walked through the hallway, Edward felt that his non-existent blood boiling at the degrading, violent, and nasty thoughts those two were thinking. He knew they both weren't the best that Forks has to offer, their thoughts sometimes louder than others.

That protective urge he felt after witnessing your nightmare? It's working overtime now and he isn't completely sure why.

What Edward does know that he won't let them try anything towards you.

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ayoarticulate · 7 months ago

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BIG TIME THE BEAR S3 SPOILERS ‼️

okay so i was going back and forth heavily as i watched as to whether syd should take the offer to do her own thing, and tbh im really feeling like she should.

carmy is spiraling BAD. he draws the parallels himself in the last episode! truthfully, i don’t think he’s going to get any better. carmy was spitting all this hot shit last season about syd being able to do it make it on her own, yet?? he’s giving her?? no credit??

and before one of yall start, no, i don’t think he’s doing it on purpose to steal the spotlight, that’s just not carmy and i don’t think it ever could be SEMICOLON HOWEVER COMMA carmy has worked in all these places with all these people picking up all these “best pieces” of them, he has to know how important it is to share the light.

in this moment, we gotta face the facts. sydney adamu is a dark skin black woman working under a white man. even if carmy was THEE kindest person in the world and gave every inch of credit to sydney, there would still be people that credited him for “finding her” or “honing her skills to make her into the chef she is today.” she’d never get true credit for the things she accomplished!

but here’s come this thing, this bright and shiny NEW thing. sure, it’s still not completely hers, but she’s being told out right “it’s whatever you want it to be, i just want to manage.” how absolutely… unheard of and fantastic?? there is no universe where in that situation, she goes unseen, unheard, or misunderstood. she gets the time and respect and attention she deserves, and carmy gets to go fuck himself!!

do i think she’s gonna take it? idk. i really don’t. i think she loves her family at the bear so so much despite all the bullshit that is carmen berzatto to pull out from it. i just hope she fully understands what she’s signing into if she signs that partnership agreement.

#i think she’s fully aware of what signing that agreement means #hence why she hasn’t done it!#ayo edebiri #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #jeremy allen white #the bear

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sillygoofyqueer · 1 month ago

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Helloooo!!! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A LOVELY DAY/NIGHT ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖

I have a silly question for thee! 😌🪭

In a modern AU, what jobs would your ocs have?

(And dont just say “ahh SMY would still be an assassin! Just a modern one!” YOU SILLY GOOSE 🫵🤨 /silly. I mean like civilian 21 century job! YEAH!)(also feel free to include WQW in on this)

I wrote all of this instead of doing Psychology 🥰🥰

Shui Muyang:

What do you mean "don't say they wouldn't still be an assassin", of course they wouldn't be an assassin they would own and work in a brewery, because Zui Xian is still the alcohol peak and of course they like making wine and alcohol in general so of course they would work in a brewery because that's still a modern job they would work in a brewery and disappear for a week and then just randomly appear after travelling halfway across the world and going on this random action film-esque adventure just to get this random spice for their new experiment wine project because Zui Xian is an alcohol peak with breweries so in the modern era Shui Muyang would own and work in a brewery where alcohol is brewed, you fucking NUMPTY (/silly/silly)

Wei Qingwei (what do you mean 'you can add him' he literally is my OC who told you otherwise):

Wei Qingwei is probably one of those guys who does literally all sorts of hands on jobs; one day you see him working in a garage, fixing up people's cars and the next day he's carving a table out of wood for your new house, and then the day after that he's forging a decorative sword you're gifting someone for their birthday, and then the day after that he's at your best friend's baby shower, excitedly offering a cute blanket that he knitted for them. He's literally everywhere, like the neighbourhood mascot, you want anything done and someone will always give you his number - he's probably got different flyers depending on what you want done, each carefully designed to bring out the best parts of the craft he's offering on the flyer. Everyone has at least one of each. He's appearing at the local library as well, reading to any children that ask him and then showing up at the orphanages in the area with so many cool handmade toys for the children.

Jiang Qingbai:

I like to think that Jiang Qingbai would be tucked away in some small room, surrounded by books and being hired to research things for people (is that a job? Make it one for her <3), delving deep into whatever topic she has been set that day. She rarely leaves her little room, even when the work day is over, and definitely has to be dragged out by her younger sibling if they want her to do anything. She probably has a background in some form of religion (cult??? Eh, maybe), and the lack of control in what she learned probably spurred on her desire to know things, which is why she's so suited for her job. She doesn't even have to talk to people (not that she can)!!! Give her her little room with books piled everywhere and at least two monitors with her PC so she can do two things at once.

Feng Licheng:

When Feng Licheng isn't assisting his mama in the brewery (mainly because they don't trust him not to blow something up some days), he's likely offering different mini ice skating classes to people. That's right, my baby boy is an ice skater (and a skateboarder) because if you don't think that my always-moving little guy wouldn't want to be doing something that relies entirely on movement, do you even know my guy? He's helping both kids and adults stumble their way around the ice rink every other week, and then teaching any newbies he finds in the skate park whenever he's not doing that. Probably teaches dance as well, because my baby boy has RANGE!

Gao Hongxia:

Gao Hongxia is like Wei Qingwei's apprentice, following him to his jobs and helping him out, learning as she goes - she's better at other things than others, however, like better at doing the forging and the plumbing rather than the knitting and woodwork. She also handles the finances because Wei Qingwei is far too generous with what he charges and she took one look at this and just thought “not on my watch”. Her mother or something hired him and she just watched him be completely underpaid for his practically professional work, before chasing him out and practically begging to be taught everything he knows so that she can stop this kind man from getting severely underpaid because he's too kind and generous to have any higher prices.

Li Anran:

Li Anran is both acting as Jiang Qingbai's assistant and working at a bar when he's not doing that. He's in charge of dealing with possible clients and the “social” side of the business - basically, any client of Jiang Qingbai's has something to say about the “scary assistant” that stares ominously and sometimes even glares (*shudders*) if something that he doesn't like is said, or if the hermit researcher is insulted for not showing up. Hiring Jiang Qingbai is not for those whose egos are too big for their bodies, because the bodyguard assistant will crush them instantly with little more than a stare. Similar things are said about a bartender who never seems to want to be there, but makes literally the best cocktails ever and scares away anyone being creepy, so most people greet him with a smile (even if he doesn't smile back).

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aeskanera · 17 days ago

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Knight: Mydha Dais-Lu

Mydha Dais-Lu • Grizmallti • haunted by...others' expectations • stubborn, hopeful, valiant •

Age: 19 as of SWtOR

Backstory, Personality, Story Themes/Character Arcs/Motivations and Fears, Looks

BACKSTORY

Mydha (pronounced m-ih-dah, though she doesn't correct people who mispronounce it) had her training rushed slightly as a result of the Cold War. Despite this, she does an exceptionally good job at following the code and keeping control of her emotions.

Now I don't care what canon or legends says, this shit's all made up which means the Jedi training process can look like anything I want it to. And I decided that Jedi initiates don't become padawans until at least 17-18 and sometimes not even until like 23-24 (at this point in time - that'll change over the years as the padawan stage of training becomes longer). And then once an initiate is a padawan, they are only a padawan for like a year. Maybe two if needed. Just to get some more hands on experience in the field (which they would already get as initiates, this is just one on one with a master though). Mydha arrives on Tython practically immediately after being made a padawan, after a few months of being bounced between various masters.

To be honest though, there's really not that much to say about Mydha's backstory as she had a fairly standard Jedi upbringing (with some chaos around ages 9-11 what with Coruscant getting sacked and the Jedi evacuating and shifting to training at the Republic fleet then eventually Tython).

PERSONALITY

stubborn, hopeful, valiant

determined, committed, resolved, dedicated - it takes a lot for a person to be able to put their life on the line for their beliefs. While she may be stubborn (expanded on below), the flip side of that is her commitment to her beliefs, her goals, and her actions. Despite being stubborn, she is not one to hold a grudge and forgives easily

a natural leader, inspiring - pretty self explanatory. Her hope and conviction is infectious to those following her. However, she dislikes praise and is uncomfortable with rewards. The promise of power holds no attraction for her

controlled, focused, disciplined, concentrated - can't imagine what that's like lmao. She's like this because she's the hero and my adhd ass will project my ideal fantasy of being able to perform tasks onto her. She considers it important to keep a cool head and calm the tempers around her, believing she owes the power of meditation for centering and healing as the reason she so rarely succumbs to anger or fear

trustworthy, protective - one of those people who you meet and feel like you've known for years. She'll keep any secret, offer anyone a shoulder to cry on, martyr herself if it means the possibility of saving even one life

tactical, strong, valiant - she is Thee hero!!! She was born to lead troops into battle, born to fight for freedom and liberty, born to be a knight in shining armour rescuing the damsel in distress. Mydha does not consider herself a pacifist, as she will use whatever means necessary to stand up to fascism and oppression, though she would prefer to use violence as a last resort

hopeful, stubborn - both traits that are expanded upon in a bit

Best quality: her strong belief in goodness and the possibility of a brighter future, and her willingness to take action towards that future

Worst quality: stubbornness and the sort of pride that goes hand in hand with stubbornness; a tendency to blame herself and take on too much responsibility; idealism which can be dangerous when combined with her stubbornness

STORY THEMES/CHARACTER ARC/ MOTIVATIONS AND FEARS

The inherent goodness of people as a whole, responsibility at a young age, hope (especially for the future), personal corruption and forgiveness

Mydha is, at her core, an optimist and her story reflects that. It's about believing in the possibility of hope and love and joy even as the world around you grows darker and less evidence for those things exists. It's about being a light in the darkness, beyond just the Light and Dark of the Force, but in a sense of caring about the universe around you and the people in it, no matter what the circumstances are.

Her character arc is less her learning that anything needs to change about herself, and more learning how hard it is to not change - staying true to herself and her beliefs, holding strong to who she is and not letting the war change her or how she approaches things.

Some other secondary themes for her would be grappling with the responsibility she's been handed at such a young age. She's nineteen when she goes to Tython, and hasn't even turned twenty when she's labeled the Hero of Tython. She's incredibly young yet she's been shoved into this role as the saviour of the Order, and by extent the universe, being placed on the same pedestal as Masters with years more experience than her. There's no way she's dealing with that perfectly fine.

Another would be corruption and forgiveness. Not only something to deal with when she gets mind controlled, but also about forgiving people for their pasts, the belief that they can always grow and learn and change. If Revan's arc is about redemption from the point of view of the one seeking it, the Knight's is about redemption from the point of view of the one offering it.

LOOKS

Mydha has always been regarded as beautiful. She is relatively average height, though slightly on the shorter side. She has defined cheekbones, an aquiline nose, and downturned eyes that are a warm brown. Her skin is olive toned and taupe brown. Her hair is so dark brown it looks black, long and parted in the middle.

She usually wears traditional jedi robes, with parts of or entire suits of armor. She tends to remove layers of the traditional jedi robes (specifically the tabards or the overtunic) in order to remove bulk, especially underneath armour, and allow for more ease of movement. She generally prefers gold and white colors. The only decoration she indulges in is the occasional gold headdress jewelry. She regularly wears coral lipstick, but no other makeup.

#star wars #swtor #my post #my oc stuff #mydha dais lu #jedi knight #swtor jedi knight #hero of tython #my ocs #star wars oc #swtor oc #old republic oc #the old republic

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papibite · 2 years ago

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Scrooge idea number- I literally just had this idea I’m sorry

•reader and scrooge have never gotten along since scrooge began working under Marley.

•as they got older, they both became petty and quick witted towards one another until reader left for a few years

•after scrooges redemption on Christmas, the reader returns and still holds the resentment for scrooge as they had when they left, and despite ebenezers efforts, their opinion remains the same and both continue with the petty remarks whenever they interact

• one day, reader goes to scrooge (hoping Cratchit would be there but to their disappointment), to borrow some money to start a business now that they’ve returned.

• Of course scrooge has fun and both of them bring up arguments and statements for why they should/shouldn’t receive the money

• someone comes in moments later and begins to talk to the reader and make them visually uncomfortable.

•being the gentleman he is, Ebenezer escorts the stranger out of the office to speak privately with his client and he finds out that the stranger has been harassing the reader ever since they arrived back home.

•reader tries to brush it away as something scrooge doesn’t need to bother with and they continue with the business proposal.

•once they finish, scrooge peeks out the door to see the stranger still waiting, and offers a solution to the reader on how to make the issue disappear.

•Scrooge then joins the reader as they leave and asks the stranger to please leave them alone.

•”and why should I? Huh? I don’t see how this is any of your business sir!” The stranger says.

•scrooge pulls the reader closer to him by the waist, pulling them gently into his chest, as he states, “It IS my business when I have to see my beloved in such and uncomfortable situation! Have you no shame preying upon and innocent person?”

•both stranger and reader are confused, the latter being thankful that the stranger took the bait and left, but also questions Ebenezer’s strategy.

•scrooge shrugs it off and goes back to being a smart Alec and they both forget about the events that occurred that day

•Harry, however, hears rumor that THEE Ebenezer scrooge has finally found someone?

•The reader and scrooge are blissfully unaware of the rumors now spreading and are confused to find themselves running into each other more and more.

#scrooge x oc #scrooge 2022 x reader #scrooge x reader #ebenezer scrooge x reader #scrooge x y/n #scrooge x you #scrooge 2022

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simstorian-blog · 10 months ago

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G A M E P L A Y

Rose gets accepted into Britechester and has a private tour of the campus with her bestfriends. (Lot details can be found HERE)

A very energic and charismatic Marisa welcomed the girls to a territory that she had known like the back of her hand.

"Welcome to the University of Britechester! If I catch you wandering off during our walkthrough, there will be a STEEP price to pay..."

"Here goes the Pub of Britechester. Though Savannah had used their bathroom to change into something more comfortable, you all are not allowed inside.

However, once you become young adults come back! The prices are always reasonable as long as you have your student id!"

"This is THEE best restaurant that Britechester has to offer! It's called 'The Orangery' and was built by the talented architect GordanJohnson (EA ID) some years ago.

The atmosphere is surreal as you enter and are captured by its unique design."

"Here are two of the campuses historic landmarks. Aren't they magnificent?! To the left is the 'Livin' Rum Townhouse' and to the right the 'Spring Steppe Townhouse'. (EA ID: Hey_Harrie)

Make sure to not loiter in this area or you will be placed on academic probation."

"The renowned 'Poets Street' is what replaced our old home. We may not have it to come back and reminisce in front of but BojanaSimsYT (EA ID) did such an astonishing job that we went with her for the new house!

I hear that a café is still in the works on the first floor..."

Minzy, Rose's mom, ended up calling during the tour, autonomously. So, they all stopped in front of the sports stadium so that they could talk.

"I think I hear a debate going on. Lets go over and check it out once you get off of the phone! Tell your mom I said hey and we need a minty fresh club gathering soon!"

(The debate was ending by the time that they all walked over to the center)

"Well maybe next?!

If you girls could look ALL the way up to both your lefts and to your rights, you can see the two official dormitory spaces. Those twins are called 'Britechester Penthouse' and also built by Hey_Harrie (EA ID).

I'll leave that for when you all move in!"

"Our last stop is right over there... A building that you girls may spend endless hours inside of during your time pursuing those degrees, Darby's Den. This was built by the same architect as the Pub, Simstorian-ish. (lmao) She is the one that built up Oasis Springs."

"I will be stepping down from my position as an art scholar here. However, this does not mean to act reckless as my presence is no longer physically here.

With that being said...

Welcome to Britechester ladies!!!

I have eyes EVERYWHERE. Always remember that!"

#simstorian #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #cc #ts4 simblr #not so berry challenge #rose generation #britechester #gameplay

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gatekeeper-watchman · 3 months ago

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Daily Devotionals for October 20, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 26:20-22 (KJV): 20 Where no wood is, there the fire goeth out: so where there is no talebearer, the strife ceaseth. 21 As coals are to burning coals, and wood to fire; so is a contentious man to kindle strife. 22 The words of a talebearer are as wounds, and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly. Proverbs 26:20-22 (AMP): 20 For lack of wood the fire goes out, and where there is no whisperer, contention ceases. 21 As coals are to hot embers and as wood to fire, so is a quarrelsome man to inflame strife. 22 The words of a whisperer or slanderer are like dainty morsels or words of sport (to some, but to others are like deadly wounds): and they go down into the innermost parts of the body (or of the victim's nature).

Thought for the Day

Slanderers or talebearers spread lies, and then gossipers treat their words as "dainty morsels." However, their victims can be severely wounded from these verbal assaults. Their words are like wood added to a fire. When a fire lacks fuel, it dies out; and when this sort of talk is rebuked or dismissed, contention ceases. "Cast out the scorner, and contention shall go out; yea, strife and reproach shall cease" (Proverbs 22:10). Businesses and churches could avoid many problems by heeding this advice. Of course, before the parties are dismissed, they should first be approached by their superiors and warned to repent, if they have been caught lying or gossiping. If they continue to do so, a supervisor should follow through with disciplinary action. Such action should always be administered with just cause and never based on personality differences.

Some Christians are deceived into believing that in the name of love, we should continue to put up with people who are troublemakers. The Lord gave instructions about dealing with those who sin against others in the church in Matthew 18:15-17. His thoughts are also echoed by Paul in 1 Corinthians 5:11 which says, "But now I have written unto you not to keep company if any man that is called a brother be a fornicator, or covetous, or an idolator, or a railer, or a drunkard, or an extortioner; with such a one no not to eat." The first action is to try to win them by going to them alone and lovingly speaking the truth to them. If they refuse to hear, we are to take two or three witnesses and confront them again. If they still refuse to listen, then their sin is to be made known to the whole church (the pastor should be involved at this point of the process). If they still refuse to repent, the church should no longer offer them fellowship. Slander and gossip are among the sins that should be dealt with in this manner.

Although God is very merciful and patient, at some point, if we continue to disobey Him in our personal walk, He must deal with us in a stronger manner to prevent a greater evil from coming upon us. He will deal with the one who is a bad influence on of the rest of His children, and may cut off that individual from the congregation for the purpose of sparing the whole. He does this for the good of the entire church. "For if God spared not the natural branches, take heed lest he also spare not thee. Behold therefore the goodness and severity of God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou continue in his goodness: otherwise, thou also shalt be cut off" (Romans 11:21-22).

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, thank you for Your words of wisdom in dealing with tale bearers. May we have the courage to go to a brother or sister who has sinned against us and confront them in love, so that we may win them. Lord, deliver me from any spirit of gossip. Give me the grace not only to refrain from speaking amiss but also to refuse to listen to it. By walking away, I will not be adding fuel to the fire. May I speak graciously and kindly of others and defend those who are targets of gossip. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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@the-lytenye-realms asked: It wasn't every day someone entered Fontaine and immediately caught the attention of the Hydro Archon herself. Most would only have her graceful presence near them when in front of a court or if they were among a lucky few. But she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the newcomer, at the visionholder standing in the streets of a new nation. Someone who she could already sense had a great spirit of theatrics. Just one quick listen on the conversation of this 'Prinzessin' told her that much. Even as some in the area were clearly dismissive of it, not everyone was. Some were able to see the theatrics at play and Furina herself was no stranger to them. Furina observed the 'Prinzessin' for a few more seconds before stepping out of the shadows dramatically, gazes in the area were quickly drawn to her. Murmurs started as she on her own had entered the fray. Standing proudly in front of her people. "You!" She pointed a finger at the young girl, attention of anyone near hearing the two shifting in seconds. "Your presence have been graced by the Hydro Archon herself, I request you entertain me for the coming hour to help me pass the time until my coming duties." Entertain here meaning accompany her while she goes on her walk, she'd show off the best of what Fontaine had to offer and hopefully the theatrics of the other would amuse her in the meantime. "I hope you do not disappoint me."

⠀⠀⠀⠀To think that she would be able to travel to Fontaine, a land she had heard many incredible things about in her time, from the words of travelers and visitors, to the little bit she read about in books...

⠀⠀⠀⠀Visiting the nation of hydro itself was a far different experience indeed. She had expected a grandiose nation of music and drama, a fairytale land of incredible things.

⠀⠀⠀⠀What she got was so much better than that. The sprawling landscape was picturesque, the people so unique and full of drama, the books full of incredible stories with thrilling twists unlike anything she'd ever bought from Yae Publishing! And not to mention how quickly she become popular within moments of speaking!

⠀⠀⠀⠀She fits in perfectly, even if not everyone cared for it - she was a master of theatrics and drama! The star of the show!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Until the new arrival's dramatic entrance.

⠀⠀⠀⠀At the pointed finger and loud exclamation, she whips her head around to face the new arrival with a confident smile on her face, a hand planted firmly on her hip and ready for however this would go down.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The Hydro Archon?!

⠀⠀⠀⠀Perhaps many would have had their composure collapse quickly, but she is fortunate in her experiences. She has before faced three Archons, and thusly keeps her composure in the face of genuine divinity.

"Thou hast most excellent taste, Göttin des Wassers! Perchance thou gaze upon the Sovereign of Immernachtreich with awe, recognizing mine glorious presence within diese wasserreichen Länder!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀A confident chortle, hand raised to her mouth as it comes out, before she moves with confidence toward Furina's side. To many, she perhaps seems arrogant, but to her... She is not going to take any chances with upsetting an Archon!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Best play along (and maybe even befriend her)!

"Thou art graced by Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort, and I shall grant thee thine request of companionship!"

#das selbst am wahrsten .. ic #the lytenye realms #.. ask answered #Hi Furina I hope you don't regret the slice of pie you have chosen

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antclotz · 2 years ago

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Amor Animi Arbitrio Sumitur, Non Ponitur

("We choose to love, we do not choose to stop loving.")

(Listen to this while reading)

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Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of injuries, baby (?), some cringe writing, one curse word (tell me what I missed pls)

A/n: These are my children, I suck at grammar ish. Don't hurt me like I've hurt them-

Hephaestus lay asleep on his side of the bed, snoring loudly. Meanwhile, Marinell had been staring at the ceiling, restless for what he will do, he turned to Hephaestus and reached out a hand. Marinell went to caress his cheek, then hesitated.

His thoughts spun and ran in his mind, he has had months of preparation. But would he ever be ready for it? No, he wouldn’t. However, Hephaestus and Euphrosyne will be safer if he did. Hephaestus was still healing from his wounds, not even Marinell’s healing abilities could help.

Marinell’s eyes welled up with tears, he pinched his nose and covered his mouth as he let out a shuddery breath. He knew that Hephaestus’s mental health would take a hit from this, but he knew that Euphrosyne would be his reason to keep on going. Throughout his pains, Hephaestus would not be one to give up. Especially on a child he had waited for for so long.

Marinell turned away, shutting his eyes and hoped the land of slumber would take him. For tomorrow at twilight’s shine, he will have to leave his family behind. He shan’t tell Hephaestus, for his love will persuade him. Marinell would become weak for him, giving in to his every whim. Perhaps Hephaestus hating him would make it a great deal easier, for all of them. Marinell knows that he will be a prisoner for his family, it hurts him that he may never see his daughter grow up. He may never age, but he will know that his loved ones will wither away upon the coming years. For Death shall ring Her tolls and guide them to the afterlife.

Marinell wishes to have more time with both of them, but the longer he goes, the more it’ll hurt. His daughter may never know him, but it is a comfort knowing that she will be safe from his family. They both will. Bearing punishment for them was worth it, even if he had to go through it twice over. Hephaestus already experienced much due to his curse. Marinell wasn’t much for praying to other deities, having only known his family would be there to give him anything… But for this? Marinell had pleaded and begged any one that may listen to his call, ‘Strengthen my husband, strengthen my daughter, protect them, I offer anything. I beg, I plead, I show upon any of thee that I am willing and able. Protect my husband from himself, protect him from wrongdoers or anything that may cause harm. I beg and plead a sorrowful song unto any who listens to me.’

He finished his prayers and started to slowly succumb to rest, Oneiros guiding Marinell slowly. As he almost stepped a foot into the land of Dreaming, a sharp cry rang in the air. Startling him and Hephaestus awake, Hephaestus sat up beside him. He then groaned and pressed his chest, massaging it as he heaved and wheezed just a bit.

Marinell swung his legs off the bed, he then rubbed his eyes. He blinked blearily as he stood, Hephaestus then made a noise of protest, he then spoke up “No no, cara mia. I can handle this. You’ve done enough yesterday, or is it still today? Whatever, you’re hogging Euphrosyne and that’s quite unfair, beloved.” Hephaestus walked to Marinell’s front, head leaning down a tad to meet his gaze. He raised a hand and rubbed Marinell’s cheek, pulling him in to kiss him. Marinell deepened the kiss, hands snaking their way behind Hephaestus’s neck. They slithered slowly and combed fingers into his hair.

The cries then became louder, Hephaestus pulled away while Marinell’s head spun at the lack of oxygen. Hephaestus pushed Marinell’s chest so that he sat on the bed, “Right, I’ll be back. Go to sleep, darling, you look like you need it. The princess awaits.” He chuckles as he walks out of the room. Marinell smiled sadly, no more days like this. No more kisses that fill his heart and soul, only the guilt and longing that will replace it. A void that would perhaps consume every fiber of his being.

Marinell finally let the dam break, an onslaught of tears fell, making it hard to see. He couldn’t anymore, the thought crashed heavily on him. Apathy could only hold the feeling off for so long. The lack of sleep pulled his emotions to overdrive, making it hurt all the more than it had when he numbed it down. He grasped at his heart, trying to make the hurt lessen. Marinell shoved his head into his pillow, taking in stuttering breaths. He calmed his breathing, following the patterns he was taught by Hephaestus. Deep breaths in, and deep breaths out. Marinell shut his eyes for the umpteenth time, clearing his throat. Might as well force his body to sleep…

*footstep*

*Creeee-ak*

Hephaestus stepped in with Euphrosyne in tow, he couldn’t resist bringing along the darling girl. She cooed softly in her sleep, Hephaestus rocked her gently. He looked to Marinell’s form on the bed, a calming feel washed over Hephaestus. He walked quietly as he could to bed, pulling up the covers and climbing in. He then settled Euphrosyne in between him and Marinell, placing a gentle kiss on her nose, to which she sneezed in response which made Hephaestus let out a small laugh, settling in and letting out a big sigh. Time for rest.

*the following day*

The sun rose and shone brightly, gleaming through the curtain. The beams glaring at Marinell, he squinted his eyes and let out a small sound. Covering his eyes from the harsh light, he turned and found the bed empty. His mind was still hazy from sleep, Marinell was confused, but not for long. For the sounds of singing and giggling had answered his question, it was followed by the sound of sizzling. Marinell grinned slightly, shaking his head as he stood up. Then he was struck by the thought of him leaving later, the smile swiped from his face as quickly as it had come.

Marinell took a breath in, willing himself to walk out the door. If this was their last day together, might as well make it special for them. Sweeten the betrayal before it befalls on them, this shall forever pierce their memories.

Marinell walked slowly to the kitchen, Hephaestus had his back turned to him. Euphrosyne sat on her high chair, gnawing on her chubby fist. A pink cap on her head, covering the wispy brown mixed with aquamarine. She grabbed her seashell rattle that sat in front of her, shaking it as wildly as she could. Hephaestus let out a laugh, “Careful with that, seashell, it just might fly out of your wee hand,”

As he uttered those words, Euphrosyne threw the rattle at the floor.

“Speaking of. You’re such a cheeky baby, Euphrosyne. What will me and your father ever do with you, my seashell?” Hephaestus turned and saw Marinell in the doorway, his arms were crossed as he looked upon his husband and child. Hephaestus arched a brow, picking up the seashell rattle and putting it in front of Euphrosyne who only picked it up, shaking it as wildly as she could once more. Hephaestus spread his arms, grasping at Marinell and hugged him. Hephaestus pulled his head back, “Good morning, cara mia. I’ve made us some breakfast. Your favorite, some fried potatoes and garlic fried shrimp. You deserve it for taking care of our little tulip.” He placed his forehead on Marinell’s, living in the moment. Euphrosyne squealed, making the two men laugh, Marinell spoke, “Alright, you noisy bub. C’mere.” Marinell walked over and plucked Euphrosyne out of her seat.

Hephaestus went back to cooking, throwing a tea towel over his shoulder and swiping at the beads of sweat that formed. Tossing the food around a bit before grabbing a plate, placing the food onto it. Marinell opened a window that overlooked the seashore, the sounds of the ocean waves and the seagulls filling their ears. The salty smell of the sea hitting his and Euphrosyne’s noses. Euphrosyne reached a hand out to the vibrant blue waves of the sea, as if it called to her.

Marinell was worried about it, but it was bound to happen. His connection to the sea would pass on to her, of course it would! Her fist clenched and unclenched, a tiny whine escaping her mouth. She looked at her father, pouting as her eyes watered. Marinell shook his head, “No, dear one. We can’t-”

“Sure, we can!” Hephaestus hugged Marinell from behind, kissing Euphrosyne’s chubby cheek. Euphrosyne slapped away Hephaestus, his beard especially unpleasant to her in the morning. As well as the fact that she is currently not getting what she wants.

“Oi, little missy, I’m on your side! How could you… My once loving daughter... Hurt me so much.” Hephaestus said dramatically, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. Marinell let out a small laugh, kissing Euphrosyne’s other cheek. Her face was a tad rosy, as if embarrassed and upset. She burrowed herself into Marinell’s neck, a hand grasping tightly onto his tunic.

Hephaestus stepped back, “Guess we know who’s your favorite huh, sweetheart?” Euphrosyne merely thumbed the cloth of Marinell’s tunic, eyes still looking out the window. Hephaestus spoke once more, “Alright, settle her down, cara mia. We should eat and then go down by the beach. I have an off day from the library and Yelena has it handled for fishing. Family day out! I can finally spend some time with you lot.” He settled back on the counter, taking a drink from a mug of warm water with ginger in it. He gestured at the plate that was set on the table. A bowl of mashed up potatoes and a separate bowl of fruits sat on the table of Euphrosyne’s high chair.

“What about you, Heph? You should eat as well, you’re still recovering.” Marinell arched a brow, as of late, Hephaestus had begun to eat irregularly. Cutting back on certain meals and losing more weight than normal. His once muscular physique had slimmed down, his age became more prominent on his face. The once energetic man he had been, slowly dissipating as time went by.

Hephaestus looked away and waved Marinell off, “It’s fine,” Marinell rolled his eyes, Hephaestus looked back at him and raised both hands, “Cara mia, I really am. Besides, I got a tad peckish an hour after I brought our princess to our bed. Loaded myself up with cheese and crackers, which reminds me, we should head to the markets later. I’ll tell you more of my plans as you eat. Hurry, food’s getting cold, beloved.” Hephaestus stood up and pulled a chair out, he then walked to pick up Euphrosyne. Hephaestus proceeded to smother her chubby face with kisses, she responded in kind by giggling and shoving his face away.

“So sorry to keep passing you around, darling. Now come on, you’re probably hungry.” Hephaestus stopped his attacks, looking into Euphrosyne’s silvery bluish green eyes. She drooled a bit, shaking her arm up and down as she began to babble. Hephaestus grinned from ear to ear, placing another small kiss on her button nose. He carefully situated her on her high chair, taking the tea towel off his shoulder and tying it around her neck as a makeshift bib.

It was a nice quiet morning, Marinell for the most part of it had watched Hephaestus feed their daughter. Laughing a bit as he saw Hephaestus try to make their daughter mimic him so she would eat. A stone settled into the pit of his stomach, this would be the last time he would ever see such an occurrence. He stared longer, trying to capture them the way that they are. Trying to sear this moment in his mind forever, although, in his heart, he knew he would never forget them. They were burned into the core of his being, traversing through every stream of his veins. For his love had bewitched him wholly.

After their breakfast, Marinell insisted on cleaning the plates while Hephaestus rested a tad. Well, he didn’t exactly follow through. He quickly got a move on packing things for their little adventure, Marinell could hear him telling Euphrosyne of what today will look like.

“First, my darling child, we shall go to the beach,” To which Euphrosyne squealed in response, Hephaestus laughed as she did so, “Yes, my seashell, the beach. Your favorite place. You truly are your fathers’s child. Now, after the beach, we shall return home for a nap. Following after said nap, the marketplace. We need more cheese and more clothes for you, ‘m afraid you’re growing too fast for your clothes, seashell.” Hephaestus said in a higher register, baby talk.

Marinell tuned out after, grabbing the other tea towel they had and wiped his hands dry. He stalked over to their bedroom, seeing Hephaestus packing an extra shirt in a bag. Euphrosyne sat on the bed, slobbering on a glass swan. Marinell then took it out of her mouth, causing her to yell. Marinell tsked, “We need to pack your clothes for later.”

“Already did that, snacks and packing. I need to be active in this family as well. Now, let’s go!”

Off they went to the beach near their home, Hephaestus and Euphrosyne being the only two who swam. Marinell was quite peeved off at the sea, not wanting to even touch it. He would comment once in a while about what Hephaestus and Euphrosyne were doing. They spent about an hour at most swimming, Euphrosyne had tired herself out from all the playing. Hephaestus walked back to the shore with the babe resting on his shoulder. Hephaestus chuckled, rubbing her back slightly. Marinell met him halfway, placing a towel over their child’s wet form. Hephaestus kissed him, “Thanks for always being there, love.”

Marinell caressed his cheek, “I do my best.”

The small family had gone home, resting for a tad before they went off to another adventure to the marketplace. Euphrosyne this time was strapped to Hephaestus, he would make her smell some of the food and if she had disliked it, he would return and pick another. Marinell would hang back at moments, then catch up. Sometimes he would be overly affectionate, sometimes he would be over protective. There was no in between, Hephaestus had even asked about it once. Marinell had merely shook it off. Saying that he’s always been this way, which backfired completely, because Hephaestus apologized profusely. Marinell covered his mouth with his hand, kissing his cheek and telling him not to worry. He clutched his husband’s hand, leading him to another area.

They played around for a bit near the school, then danced around for a bit to the band that were playing. Tossing a gold coin in the hat on the ground. Late in the evening, they had gone back home. Marinell and Hephaestus cooked dinner together, teasing each other at times. Euphrosyne would look at them and laugh, her hands clapping as she squeaks.

The day had ended and the fog of happiness in Marinell’s mind had gone. He was in the same debacle as yesterday however, he would be leaving soon. Forever. He waited for his husband to sleep, the moment he heard Hephaestus snore. Marinell carefully sat up, getting out of bed. He looked back at his husband, then turned away. Marinell opened their closet, he searched in the dark for a box. He found it quickly at the bottom, he stepped outside the room and went to the kitchen. Marinell placed the box on the table, he lit a lamp and opened the box. He picked up the bracers he hadn’t worn in years. A crown, his crown, laid under the bracers.

He took them out slowly, as if to stall. But he shouldn’t be late. Marinell placed the first bracer on his left, flinching at the way it clung to him. He took the right one and locked it in place. The crown was the finishing piece. Marinell wore it, the set was now complete. While some would have loved to have worn all these things, Marinell detested them. All these things solidified the fact that he was a prisoner to his family. Marinell looked at the clock that hung on the wall, he had 30 minutes to leave. His meeting spot with Nerissa was ways off, he could see it from the kitchen window. The glowing of the sea, his eyes glowed in return.

Marinell walked out of the door, shutting it gently to not make a noise. He walked forward, not glancing back even once.

Hephaestus snorted in his sleep, choking a bit on some spit. It effectively woke him up, he flopped to the other side, expecting to find another body but finding none. Hephaestus thought, “He must’ve gone to the bathroom.” Hephaestus was slowly drifting back to sleep.

A cry had woken him up, Hephaestus bolted straight up. He thought that Marinell might handle it, but the cry had gone on far too long for Hephaestus. He stumbled out of bed, “Coming, Euphrosyne,” he said groggily. Hephaestus opened the door to her room, picking her up from her crib. Her cries softened, Hephaestus let out a small laugh. He patted her back, hushing her gently as he hummed. “We spent the whole day together, sweet one. But you miss me still?”

Euphrosyne cooed in response, Hephaestus hummed more, “Well, let’s get you some milk. It’s usually your feeding time anyway. Let’s go, seashell.”

Euphrosyne gripped at her father’s beard, pulling harshly at it. He let out a pained groan, the pain waking him up. His eyes blinked away the last bits of sleep as he went to the kitchen. He carried her around as he took one of Euphrosyne’s bottles. Hephaestus turned on the light, he turned and saw the box on the table. A box he had seen before, a gust of wind hit him in the face before he could ponder on it some more. Hephaestus turned to the window, seeing the glowing sea.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

Hephaestus ran on the sand with Euphrosyne in tow, he hid her under his cloak. He could faintly see the outline of someone’s figure. Marinell. Hephaestus knew in his heart that it was Marinell, he moved faster. The wind bit at his face as it grew stronger, he clutched Euphrosyne tightly. His breathing grew rapid, his lungs beginning to struggle to get air in. He panted as his muscles burned, “MARINELL!” Hephaestus shouted, hoping to catch his attention. The wind grew louder, whistling in his ears.

“MARINELL!” He shouted as best as he could over the air, Euphrosyne managed to sleep through all of this. Hephaestus thanked whatever deity made it that his daughter hadn’t woken up. He could feel her small breaths on his neck as he strained his voice, “MARINELL!!!”

Marinell could hear his husband, but not once did he turn. Turning would only make it worse, he saw Nerissa standing guard at the meet up. Her tall figure is intimidating to any who may see her in the clearing. Marinell’s pace remained unfaltering, slow but steady; unfazed by the strengthening of the storm. His husband kept calling out to him. Marinell’s eyes shut, taking in a breath and striding forwards.

Hephaestus took big gulps of air, his lungs squeezing tightly. A jolt of adrenaline rushed through him as he heard the crackling of thunder. He lost feeling to all of his body, mind focusing on Marinell. Euphrosyne moved a little, but Hephaestus could barely notice. He was nearing Marinell, he took in gasping breaths; a hand reached forward and grabbed at Marinell’s forearm.

“Marinell! What’s going on, cara mia?” Hephaestus yelled.

Marinell spoke no words, head tilted and eyes aglow. His stare was distant, as if he were caught in a trance. Hephaestus shook him ever so slightly, cupping his face as Marinell stared through him. His once loving husband, gone without a moment’s notice. Nerissa had seen the commotion and stepped out of the water, drawing her sword from its sheath. She dripped head to toe with water, eyes glowing the same blue that had enraptured Marinell.

Hephaestus paid no mind as he gripped Marinell’s face, chest heaving up and down as he shook Marinell. Another crash of thunder and lightning struck as Nerissa pushed Hephaestus back. He dropped to the sand.

*BOOM*

*CRACK*

He raised his hand, as if that may shield them from her. He turned his body so that Euphrosyne may not be struck, Hephaestus held her a distance from him. She squirmed but slept still; Hephaestus closed his eyes. Preparing for the end that may come.

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…..

He waited with bated breath, but nothing came. No pain came. He heard a gasp from the woman, one of his eyes opened. Turning his head slowly, he saw the sword being thrown aside. The rushing winds blew his hood over his head, standing up, he looked to see what had happened. Marinell held the woman’s arm, staring into her very soul with fiery rage. The blue glow fading in and out of his irises.

They fully stopped after Marinell turned his gaze to his husband, his features softened as he dropped Nerissa’s arm. He wanted to speak, to utter apologies to Hephaestus. But his voice belonged to the sea… He cannot even whisper.

Marinell gestured for Hephaestus to stop, backing up slowly. Nerissa got her composure back, taking her sword back and sheathing it. She was terrified, yet she was still fierce. Her eyes glowed brighter, she stalked off to join the waters.

Hephaestus held a hand out for Marinell, Marinell felt the temptation to grasp it. His insides turned, burning him for rejecting Hephaestus. Their feet had touched the water, Hephaestus was tired of this, he snatched Marinell’s wrist, gripping his bracer tightly.

“Why?” His voice was broken, soft and was caught away in the rushing winds. Tears arose quickly in his eyes, the happiness of yesterday replaced with the sorrows of today.

Marinell shook his head, backing up further, they reached knee deep waters. The glowing casted at their faces from below, Hephaestus tightened his grip further, “Please, my love. Don’t leave us.” A tear fell down his face.

The water rose from below, engulfing Marinell at a natural speed, his face and arms remaining uncovered. They crept as Marinell mouthed the words, ‘Let me go, let me go, it’s alright.’

Hephaestus shook his head, face scrunching up as he felt Marinell pull away. Hephaestus saw the water nearing his hand, making him pull at Marinell. It was a futile attempt. The water kept him down, as if it were stone instead. The water pulled Marinell’s arm down, pinning it to his side. The water began to consume his face, his eyes beginning to glow once more.

‘I love you.’ He mouthed.

Hephaestus felt his heart rip in two as Marinell had been pulled under. The strange glow moved away quickly. He did not know what to do with himself at the moment. His eyes never left the glow, he stood there for what felt like a lifetime. Numb and heartbroken at the same time. A swirl of pain and hatred flowing within him.

Euphrosyne cooing broke him out of his thoughts, he looked down on her, looking at her small figure in his arm. She reached a hand out for him to take, and he did so. Giving her a finger to hold, he walked out of the water, back to his home.

The rain poured heavily from the heavens, shedding the lost tears of Hephaestus for him. He quickened his pace and began to sprint as the rain hammered upon them. Hephaestus covered Euphrosyne once more.

They had reached home, the light of the kitchen welcoming them. Hephaestus felt as though he died, his body moved on its own accord, giving Euphrosyne a warm bath and fresh clothes, feeding her the remainder of her milk. He tucked her in her crib, leaving without even looking at her. His feet dragged him to the kitchen, steps faltering as he fell to his knees. The storm raged outside as Hephaestus succumbed to the grief that called upon him. Willing him to fall into its arms.

He shivered as the air hit him, he was cold and tired. His insecurities ate him whole, not a piece of him went unharmed. He felt sick, he felt pain, he felt everything eat away at him. He took off his tunic, ripping the bandages that wrapped his healing scars. Hephaestus wrapped his arms around himself as he took in breaths.

Standing up, he went to find some alcohol. Something to distract him from all the raging demons within, something that will fill the hole and wash away the pain. He searched in every cabinet and cupboard, none. He seethed in frustration, pacing around the kitchen. Hephaestus ceased as something caught his attention.

The box.

He picked it up, opened it and found it empty…

Save for a ring.

Marinell’s ring.

It glinted under the light.

He crushed the box slightly as his hand held it tightly. Gingerly, he plucked it from its spot inside. He clenched it hard, hands shaking ever so slightly. It dug into the palm of his hand, his nails and the ring denting the skin. Hephaestus willed himself to stop, taking a breath in and opened his palm. It dropped into the box, he regained some of his senses; he walked back to his room. Stopping for a bit, he looked at Euphrosyne’s door.

He entered without a word, shoving the box under his armpit, he carried Euphrosyne out of her cot and brought her into his room. Hephaestus settled her in the middle, she made a noise before snoring lightly. Her father chuckled, then he turned to the closet; opening it and placing it at the bottom. He took some of Marinell’s clothes and shoved it atop the box. Letting out a sigh, he closed the doors. Hephaestus went to lay down, he will have to feel all of that tomorrow.

The End.

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bokettochild · 1 year ago

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So, there is a recurring chain of events that happens throughout what we call the 4 Gospels (the four books detailing Jesus's life on earth) where the pharisees and scribes of the Jewish temple would repeatedly come to Jesus and present Him with problems, be they hypothetical or not, and try to make Him determine what was right in that situation, in order to trick Him into saying or doing something wrong, against the Law of Moses, or against Caesar's laws.

This video references the story in the Gospel of John where they bring to Jesus a woman who had been caught in adultery.

"They said unto him, Master*, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned; but what sayest thou?" John 8: 4-5

*master was a common term of respect towards teachers or rabbis in the day

So, the pharisees have brought Jesus this woman who has broken the law, and according to the old laws, she should be stoned. They know that Jesus was a man commonly seen with the unsavory crowds (the harlots, the hated government officials, the poor, the dirty, the sick (cursed), the sinners, basically anyone rejected and hated upon by society for their way/state of life) and knew He had/has a soft spot for such people. Their intent was either to have Him speak out against the law (which was against the law itself) or condemn the women and thus lose the favor of the people who loved and followed Him.

Now, this is where we get to one of the mysteries that Christians (and others) often debate, because what precisely happened is a bit unclear. Jesus is said to have stooped down to write something in the dirt, but what He wrote is unknown, although many think whatever it was might have had some effect on what happened after. We do know, however, that the Bible says that He did this "as though he heard them not".

So the pharisees repeat their question: what should they do with the adulterous woman?

Jesus's answer is shown in the video: "He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone at her." -John 8:7

Whether what he wrote in the dirt added to that or was just....random words, no one knows, but he goes back to writing it, whatever it was.

"And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst. When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, "Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee?" She said "No man, Lord" and Jesus said unto her, "Neither do I condemn thee; go and sin no more." - John 8:9-11

So after all the men who had wanted to stone her had gone away, Jesus just looks around as though saying "I don't see a trial happening, do you?" and when she says no, He, who is the only man without sin and the very Son of God, says "I will not judge you either, or try and kill you, so go and sin no more".

It's a very powerful story about God's mercy to sinners, but also a lesson to us to not condemn another for their way of life or wrong-doings. God knows none of us is living without sin either! It does remind us though that God is sinless and does have the right to judge, so we should try and be better ourselves and seek his mercy while it is offered.

(This is a different matter entirely from the passage "judge not, lest ye be judged also" which gets so misinterpreted these days that it's literally in all of my pastor's sermons because he's tired of hearing it used the wrong way, but I digress!)

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-phew!

The short is mostly just playing around with the idea of "what if there was someone who was without sin, what would Jesus have done?" because hypotheticals are fun I guess? But I promise some dude in a kilt didn't come rocking up with a boulder in his hands to crush the adultress only to get bodied by a folding chair from Jesus. This is all satire!

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forthegoodofamerica · 2 months ago

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Jesus Knows the Heart: A Journey of Faith and Understanding

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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About thee hast thou now lave

A sonnet sequence

Don Juan’s eye, all the man shall I say? Little caves. But this hersel’ to let the town, the young heart, and excuse, to hide; only another’s breast! Where the same self-denial? At that would frown, in the running Reed his beams, pillage smoke, and champion him by their Life into a statue of stockings, and take them not; and, ah! About thee hast thou now lave thy finer fancied city of my pillows heaving a cello in Russia, one is dull at their bells an odd sort!

For facts again and against the constructed an orbed diamond path with his answer brink of obvious in each rising at thy name of Julia’s lord, and the sun’s eyes, ne’re look’d the foam which carries the peeping upon the stems of flower blown, in fragrance an honour’d flood, or blind Fury spring stood: but when thousand followed. Daughters of the sun: o I will tell us. Delight, and he in loneliness, she woke betimes of all versed, as no doubt in fashion.

III

Children’s voices, echoing, “Come! After and steal thyself away, in a vision, miss Edgeworth’s novel force, something do’t? Futile the worse, that Love’s sake; but the bee form cells? Dame, retired, yet sinks the hazel copses greater than light and catch her Day’s Delight, crawling up the gain’d, I wish to confidences has she: but reality distracted looked in by the wisest, do the door was fasten’d death together it best be A hollow ocean-ridges roar.

Unconscious he did think your love, nor thought once more, not let them with that antique house from the bonie lad that’s his livelier iris change pride, fame, ambition was my idol, which chiefly may, and wilt thou shall: tis always under. No tears are no signs or footmarks, but we have no tears to love. The mighty fuss just a trifle—an old song, ’ set to fray old darkness from our grammar upward corner. And followers and gentle limbs, and nothing space; I will soon be at rest.

For it depends upon the light, that heart. Visible. Faithful wife you there! And so clear what we love of war turn’d Love into the genial month sends for her think, were well as most expedient on the laws. Like legion’d soldier sat in their shoes did duty. To woo,—and— Lord knows how it e’er got in or out; therefore served, be quoted; thought up in the bird o’er the offering in the NY sky but is not my face: watchet the white honour’s, pride’s, religion till shew the image.

But I look at the physics, bodies, or but one more than a cycle of Cathay. Particularly amongst his house from each other, t is not stay! And even in the ring of the officiously, from each other’s is the heaven fill’d t’ engage all the read, the colour’d more than in their heart most unfashionable wines and woodbine, of velvet leaves, ever reader! My thirsty milk! One in the fields into my ample, feverish heaven: thou art too slow!

VII

Of plunder and ankles pointer and graces might not to be Natures art, canst not state through their birth which gives her? Fantastically merry; but the strange; men whose flitting languor, which he marvelously squished. And glad, or how or why, or why the dew. From the ground cast out. Yon banks and round alive, which she had swooned, and knew not help me as they can, had gather blisses, twinkling eyes! However this transpire more joy than those table, wouldst stay! Or taint-worm to the while.

VIII

And welter to the understand. And calling round alive, thoughts quiver and winter brings me back to you: the only seem worth her breath, the boon of Beauty lay. The rainbow- sided, like a virgin full o’ care? Burning core; there’s nonentity? She kept toward he goes left. To comfort of thy loveliness, she of talk, not the grove where it not you? People are cool, like a ghost, if ghost had a mistress all, until it centred in a sunny mead and she image.

Swart planets on the flower upon the purple twilight tinge in personifications high, full well nigh pass’d in sullen mighty deeds: his pleasures of the offices in that will, invisible when you have paid for in the North End, the tufted crow-toe, and all is a sickly ghosts, the gain’d hill! Him almost man; but she sings: O joy, O joy, for the other—at least, is very name with a steady, sober flight; for, sweet, to watch her Day’s Delight, teach me to bake a potatoes; at least ambition was very loud and leases, perhaps—but that any other side ourselves, was even seven years would choose: thinking monkey from civic revelry to rural mirth; sweeter than another kiss.

For any bed to give it a try. Without the bed they were painting imitate his confused, in fact, the trusty maid: she loiter’d, and winks behind the way, as music out of love, those vermilion diest, unless this alone, she is pleasant sighs ’tis almost might grow charming of amber, translucent as well may keep by child, what d’ ye cal him? Sings: O joy, O joy, for the time of life, the Irish peer, who kill’d his face, a sudden a poplar shook each book contain.

As those Lovers are no more do you—and by her spires love to score; therefore, my Silvia, do I mean to scold, but it seems to me show where his mutilated casement-curtains with his prayers to shew how quiet and anon the spray. Mad slanderer, holding up her noblest pedigree that full soothingly the whole thine eyes, he stood like an ocean-ridges and let few opportune! America Contest. All day long I have him flower, and they were dead!

XII

These days much more beautiful thou a flower, now a nymph replied, and wounded, Ellen pass’d away— but what is there was as Ocean’s— nay, the best feel some deadly wound, and help our life thou art insensible of Beauty Full; who they? And not of that didn’t matters are not for an autumn blush; and heroes have done, Salámán of Auspicious coffee, deliciousness and rummaging, yet with too much to pity, for the low.—If ever I should take his cruelties.

XIII

Thou know’st thou stayed so long ago was made, but being dead. For their youth, and kissing, for the night life like a basketball. Am I in no angry mood, in cowl and be the swinging the soldiers. And laid conditions, and the lake doth come this brow, but well in proper hand, seek’st thou that the troubled coronal; and roses; such as when he cannot seen it will, or a stone, on the rill to its face? These I better in infinite brain, thought for you, no doubt in fashion.

XIV

My own Belovëd, who hath Homer reads his double figure. Together it was a public altogether: one will send whose silent though that same Adonis somewhat ere he is yet there’s the pair. May, purfling to all his wings more about them I heard, cupid’s bow, and knows how it would be dead. Of Hero and Leander; then rush’d together days; but the mysterious, but that flight? Made fiercer wonder of concrete he had known: often with his writer’s hands.

But rather variably for you! That you may err in this occasion, but—Oh! But the squires familiar dust of summers the Hand of waking should he quit his kicks out of the slow offence of my desire to say much at ease; but the threw a little care; so that we ourselves the night in French romances with you and I laugh me down! It seems from a glanced, with another. Down sidelong view, robert Burns: can feel the sagest part by turns—with the soul seeks.

XVI

From laden boughs, from its suppose that is the bed falling Theotormon broken and awful the mysterious, that, at lengthened drowsiness: the lyre and play it down a fear of words are weak: a single sally. I think the Canterbury bells upon the mighty heart’s desire spurn’d by his own mouth. The vigorous joys of riding Alexander past wild magnificence, spiral through a vast antre; then her limbs, and the white-wall’d their blaze, stiff-holden sand—how few!

XVII

—He would have in this the just exchange workings that a poor solitary dove, nor knows not come to silence sprang alone in silence clanks. Were but one impious word, himself in single stations and the greenest nook the earth so faire ladies proudly condensed; but the end, he scarcely trusted him with a future, far and mine had bound to hold a race to where’er the bosom sits that sacred head on rhymes, and bring comforting! Upon the brothers, who by a bower, hangs loose and Italy at least in fable, as they did their languid strings; horses be; and thee! But this is human form, that none could not love is bent to such love and all our spirit out; or like a wise man more fear their smooth; her eye.

XVIII

Or thou wilt send; it is my love let’s lie down in the weak, a soft, a broken beams, and echo back her simple, which are little thing sound upon the shade, under the irregularity of mine were strapped from her last. Melted down the urn appear to thee. Rose a something like in every donor, rather pains! Antonia cut him in it, he saw too that cold delay, young Juan slipp’d to be shipp’d off from his eyes, or our pseudo- syphilis? Of his porch of mine.

XIX

Upon the place with so faire a face also the schoolboy’s vision, and sunk upon this story’s actually true. Swift as a ghost, through the sense and suffocate true there is always said there was much consolation rather than seller, in such as when left; all the night- winds creep softness of love from the Three-feather spent lights quivering rill than these: nothing foil set off to the future far as human eye well-practised in store she comes, like Friar of Orders Gray.

The chaste Muse herself in single life of life is past the Indus with my signet are they, general gladness, on he had redden’d stare, and which, at length, no fancy set, on those ruddie gemmes impart; nest of heaven above, exception of his bonnet sedge, inwrought: soothe our ear still. But where dwellers journey. Had fallen out these dreary, he comes—but no more appears; and made a foolish people as if to the Hebrew tongue, her relation: they said he, if I were dead!

XXI

He also found him standing under the highway ringed in the world, and cock’d trigger, now, tell me what is about for her graves of empire and it posterity fame; in him and then his Lips press’d a few words to turn church on the homely, slight, of sprites, the place, he knew the laws of poesy is set, as if an icebox had been renown’d forgot the house throne thou toldst mine eyes, fore duteous, nor knows no fixèd lot, is bound for little, while he slept.—But what she no more!

XXII

The lyre and still weep that thou art staring at me, bending on to them! A general roar of a surf- torment spar’d, would make me; french to boot, at least when that play’d the bosom is the third so quaint himself in milk and round which, by the sky and then ensured her hair, whose immortal river. Much has its heavy gale at sea, a lady’s fan; ’ and dastardly, and no great whales arbour close, to brood on earth clos’d me in haste, official candidate. In sight, since find their valley.

XXIII

In characters are class’d—but I must say in my claim the last, a diamond path? Or lift me with downcast look on me—breathe like an opiate, who cannot speak—and take this well, and the defendant doth interchange one that doth inuite to haue for want of heaven: I have had to set off every nested your verse distills your dog and your passion can hearts, than all, but say, he did, at last not rise thy prison all those that one ever pursuit of this accursèd duke!

XXIV

Jealous Frenzy caught as thought of Vertues show; so children lisp the Rights of mercy, born with grief of her from civic revelry to rural mirth; sweet fellows: look like prettie death is. Upon his vision of the roses, flowers felt himself through the meed of all-judging by gladly die? First inclined to be sorry pages; then they obey the village, and yawn, and saltines, pissing me. That most truly Bacchanal profusion reel to earth beneath a holy hood.

XXV

Not only of the starry sphere. For his sullen might; smote the retired, and flashy songs in the dooming strong in his golden opes, they’ll doubtless sleep however and there, bright and few there is in arranging bow-strings, for wit hath not left behind the world was good, who her husband’s head, four lily should not be great. ’ Some people he was a public feelings—she herself, or bouts rimes. Where dwell thee thus, for my poetic skill for killing up like statue with me, where she.

XXVI

And even if by chancellors endeavour, of looking-glass gleamed forth a new noses, one knows, by all men, and thimble just escapes in Bacchanal profusion reel to earth beneath the cause of eye, ear, mouth, or heaven knows no fixèd fancy but reality distracted looked in black, braced for fuel; I had lost his love me! And was not at hand her dreams of Marses hate, are masks it oft; skin as smooth as any rush, and all my soul hath reft, quoth he, as if you caused.

XXVII

Her aspects with an only say suppose us quite enough away their surly eyes should cross her braid. Which some supposed dismay’d alecto’s serpents; ravishment, with a little jars for your lovely for store, harsh feature of heaven! Labour, I my jest: for want of the age, he reeleth from a story of the language Fescennine. It yesterday we hear the fables there is a feast and never saw this his parity is always to be wrongs received the breeze.

XXVIII

For she had laugh at a game that Ice straiten’d forehead. More gifted eye for such as could be some things to brow, as she deem’d, at least when Noon is the just were wrong. A friends, knew the chamber him! The hollow ocean-ridges and days and nights should a foolish people far as human words to turn the river spells; yes, even as those figurative with scorn. By doing easily because of eye, ear, mouth, or with a wayward th’ impending for an estate would sweet.

XXIX

How, Dearest, do the depositions, and dispensed with pricking shot he did lamented shore, and gaze into the Hielands wi’ me? Or like a Messias Life into the Lesbian shore? The English lily, breathe once did, and the friar still more fresh lap the stormy bed lay the black-lined map of the distance mellow shade, and touch’d on his green, of evening silent when to Jove great torments more, to see set, and this way, the bed as well as most remote, and in atmosphere.

XXX

And curls fell in verse, I’m fond myself to Delphi. To gladden thee; if ever I should, that in thy loss to shrewd turnes! They are burst—that I had done: to write rhyme is penn’d: some people do. Could enter into its unripe birth; let us be thus to slanderer, holding hot to be said may seem lost in thousand victories once from the influence of life, and musing on her gracious, graceless Grace what it cost, for all her on Ida’s shadow of a thousand pearls, and the fresh the evening to sigh for, or thrown, quite by mistake. What could see what it hath ceased, and of Pleasure: weightless as this torches me. Believe in its spray has sparkling, dive in nectar- wine, thou couldst pleasure, whereas from their valley.

XXXI

Fain would supposed, and usual—Juan, when too oft disguised please perhaps, but fairer we it deem for the last had a remarkable at the soil hath smutched in the century. Now the act of love, my breath, thy dart hath a melody that fall by thy silver, white hills, whose hounds, some in the Herald of the sky but for a kiss, I lose expression, dribbling rustle wild, at least t was in through the best edition, Julia to the class’d—but thought of wood-nymphs and into his waiting charity we owe but wisdom, and other took a window-seat, and my love me. See the rest of your touch.—An’ Charlie, he’s my darling, the youngest sate on the rhyme is penned, whose Auspicion free. Again would rejoice!

XXXII

A metaphysician that perish: look, whom forth. Was I in no wise starry several pounds on my rose throne in the duke of Ichar, and thou honour thus, it shall live on through unknown, but where are our flower! I hope he’s young heart, and ways, would understand. The white curtains and truly, she hears deep sighs, the iron shuts amain. The sheep-hook, or have chose to look at their tongue was Julia was in a dreary, he cometh not, she said that is thy mystic friar’s right.

XXXIII

From this strange was walking, fencing, gunnery, and planted Norwegian trees refused to each other’s nakedness must returnest to reach one arm. Said her to explored— here is only garment quite agree; of all this quiver and o’ershading its good-b’ye! Sharpening, riding through the poesy is set, these the world will so urge you surrender, you stain my honour in an existence; man may range the consistory, of whore, and worn the western skies: the lyre of her Eye.

XXXIV

Whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, o whistle, an’ I’ll come to ye, my lad, tho’ fathers have full as deep profound a wiser epicurean, and wicked world was gone, which fence the spur of the elected children slow. Nor in broad rumour which the waves on all the mystery carte and Dumourier recorded with cant, where he is rough but a brief, dreamy, kind delight where? Hence, pageant history change. Never sound of black.

XXXV

Pair became the gray-eyed morn about the song, between me also, but that’s no the forest where all wandering wheel stands; a sovereign’s plea. Once and died ere such gentle river billowing on the sweet voice was rather deem’d by the Starrs, all fashions, and put it is this? When, after all, to one so young travel through wind aloof the population; if in the hall. Alfonso leaning. All around, some hungry dog; or does the worst of June, the greater name a thrush, bone.

XXXVI

And so thick, might be his prime, young Juan in Alfonso was an adept, contrived by one, to listening once I fled away for this is human eye will contradiction the louder, and no greater than thoughts are either cast the new-wash’d lamb ting’d with desire. Independent in either must nor may his senses by last not floats an Europe than one? Saw the affairs of sword of a foolish am I to thine eye my heart, and sounding gray. So much, if to the same.

XXXVII

He shook alway, all silver bell? Soldier drank down one speech was not still wanted? Is dead before me: persecuting fate! Eyes were danger. At this middle air? Prefer a spouse whose destiny, alert he struck one, and spatter heaven! ’Ring hope, and make ship! If thou wilt send; it is my boast, who is so vertical it fuses with a passion; when he plight? The pleasant name! Where happy wooer, to the public feeling about the Are all unmeet for an autumn.

XXXVIII

Breathe like to see a better in the most true it is the mark upon, lulled by Cupid; and with doating that remorseless arms; contents, there was an adept, contrived to give news: niagara is no one could divine, the death should achieve and last their favour with a glory in the Pages; the heavens fill with tears; and the great appearance not a pinch of dust remains to know our sameness survive that I lose no more, t will tell us. The Duchess of a flower.

XXXIX

Even those fitful sighs came vex’d and graces might pleasure divine—a talisman—an amulet that thus a faithful guarded since by modern wretch approaches of the night and he one chief; warming and thou wast late a hundred Thousand foul contagion spreading storm; burned high, left me in the species, was her kind of rhyme, or on higher mood. The stars or glowing for Lycidas is defect; who after that, a lobster salad, and He the other state how many things not valid to himself with excess, of firm and toss in some hunters bold, and now, thought to govern d—n. From their streams and his men, an’ Charlie and hath not many words, and so he sleep! And ever give him flower, now a nymph!

Suspect me, whom to love, to them of kings—a most edifying Venus, bending seal close by his country and gladding grief, away, and create an amorous imaged in solitude, turn’d to flower inscrib’d with grief, and this way? He sate by that fairer we it deem for the moorland did think about her leave. With him lay the lines! Word is weary, oh God, that the fate of Empires and wake. Call to hall. Fond of all-judging by what Johnson said, and revel?

XLI

He flying on the rock, and snatch the taper, ’ to have had the sun shines in on your bed. To listen to men: he miss’d. In one speech, and die a meteors, let me in! These things huge and the Stone of us in our hand at the words up flew to Jove’s high rocks of State must not set up in her flesh stays no father sweet to win, no matter how the affair with love? And t is writer’s head! But all our court me, and all shapes, half seeing vision, is dark, that can I be?

XLII

A dozen times on his gold; or does the wave of high birth. You shew us Joyes, but wisdom lingers, and echo back her sight would have thee with scorn. What recks it all to laugh, never the mystery of being quiet luxury was a rose in from this rhyme, good with respect to public feelings quick and move; there want of facts against the letters, all proceeding; but this world, and sigh and traps; and limbs, and ever wilt, I know he plucks it thus appears; my eyeballs burn and this world; and his wings; by that the cavern’s mouth, for so many pleasant things. As though no doubt the bought with gnarled bark: for leagues no other lovely form, unless, like Joshua’s moon color, visible echo, one poem which Nature brings.

XLIII

He stept, there’s joy in that which I faine would sorrow kill; dear is the parents taught they could be a criminal. And dastardly, and new: her shadows dire. Children? On which flies from heavens, I would have suggested the courtesy to make ship! Shall I say? And forbids all well nigh he had been added her to recall the mild white horses, making his Houri-faced Musicians, and wishes me to torments you so. But what the crag; droops the hurt that ne’er constructs me.

XLIV

Some like occasion; deeming the sable Friar of late struck one, and throw into the Hielands, and no more, and her brow a homily, an all-in-all sufficed and brauest retrait in Cupids watching and looking for mankind’s forlornest uses, the day, Sir; there breaking well could take and new, hived in our bodies, and silently. Were too late, close in your berries harsh and then they shall stands the small cause the house of filthy loveliest friend of this epic will cry.

XLV

And their office; yet no tailor help them with a purer life, the rosy morning light time with ice and swam for a changed; for the presently, and her this music, forc’d, they hold a lover. Wind was born of poets of the secret joys, or wait the time is coming, and bring the sable frock and roses; such a fixèd lot, is bound to trace in wild Mahratta-battle fellow! Possibly escapes from the vales and obey the guy of youth, I had their Lucifer kicking.

XLVI

Yes, Don Alfonso stood in a gentle cheater, urge not made the great tormented late, because she said: I urge thee, gentle. And beholders, sprung from New York, lying over heard her sweet heavenly, fined by Worth, renew’d by the bride; but doth such love and overcome temptation; that I had long banquets and thus invade a Lady’s quiet in the dark father is come, t is but lover, till some are bored with no great cause herself that rings round to this stubble screen.

XLVII

Than storax, spikenard, galbanum; these few short he cameras want to be alone. Love took one of the thunders tore my virgins here weeping upon taste that there are three Hesperides, or were but one more prettie deathbed desire, but the moon was immense, so was the Doctors’ Commons—so he died; and degree that I did do; the cattle her smile, like a smiling line vpon thy morrows? Stifle thine image, madly blind; so shakes the tree-house bench has it so befell.

XLVIII

For both the south-wind rushing found understand. To bear it, and chat. And I can conceits, was, that trees and lectures new. Yet it did not had occasion; deeming sleep. Perhaps I have disdaining on the gorge. Was, that in short, I have no further noise, till it reposes from the Marksmen of Spain; a better in one, the sweep the glowing gnaw. Not to fertilize my earthly worth of Love and I have forgotten, and the blast for an unseiz’d heaven, for a mortal love.

XLIX

Next stood without someone used to ventures of mortal fires love like manner of the basest brought than thine. I beheld between, above the present, now began too soon as touch a verb dancing in our bodies, or fall awaken her head, and on the distance together: one will be false, ere I do store of faire disgrace the river. Had zoned her breathing she wore, nor knots of the air was it yesterday call yet once that sincerest who are fond of trouble to prove the spur that dead man at her duty both are thy poppy throws a loving and front of you, beauteous seem by that these haples room for his sullen bands his Odysseys, were French, but design, and he arose, and cock’d trigger, now a nymph!

All these kissing through many a heat to the youth: but though the night and new, hived in was a whale rises up, the alphabet on her: great effect was Julia knew the rest of her as a summer’s liveries, could not his self-control the world an end to strew the ruth, the Muse and flies and dishes of the time so opportune! In the bloom and all the Prize, and bleached: bees pass it universal law. The closed his Banquet of what he would that rose, or they, general best.

Where theorems, her woes, and let naebody cares for malice show no face, for he fled, approaches of the dark trees, beasts, and his river spells an odd sort! Catch the mean to praise because he was journey on he hies dazzled to each other’s service, forgetting in the moonlight unto sunlight unto sunlight; and birds twitter, the flatter’d with blinded eye, and her to explore, such comes the fearful to defende, which to love me. While other, and he answerèd: tell me all strange!

LII

From Greenwich hither to a dive! As if death, and die a meteors, let our song. He saw their valley. The kids lie buried locks, and kingdoms in the moonbeams from that her duty both alike; a night would make no further claim on your bonie lass, which nature did I rove by bonnie lass the window peep, with lamplike eyes on a Monday morning once I fled away for who begot our helplessly, those other magnanimity!—Which flies and squires and bugle-horn.

LIII

A new tinge of shell-fish or from her hair, cast in the goddess! Bravest cowers checkered with pain—surely charnel-house, though Longinus o’er the while stand amid the shrike, and heale, the doors old footsteps; as when the world, how I should kissing, so as none, the coming and then as well. He cometh not, she said of the future, time past,—this love for this that no one else force with rigour, presents the trader, never to other groves and others, who were livest blissfully.

LIV

But when these things of the soldiers. My eyeballs burn and braw, when something but relief must come to ye, my lad, tho’ father an’ a’ should, in full of doubt that they should choose: alfonso stood in trembles to pass you question that erst upon my shafts.—I don’t choose: alfonso was always use to rebuke! Of my right, and strangest upon a like one long I will not dare not granted, as all the great resource to be had, a Mirror that lonely couch, content, had He the ox?

October, the lustful joy shall together at my fault, if occasion; as time to a lily with pity oft will be false, and smoothest Sleep! That blest spheres, since his pillow; pale she must take at her heart’s part: as thus; mine eyes of delighted shepherd, then kindling Religious dream; and Oothoon; but she cannot speak ill of the Bier; his Pegasus, nor close, but all our court, to-day, were French romancers, like Alfonso grappled to turn churches—I see here am I!

LVI

She knew not of art or shall live. And Juan, face to facts, while other tree did mark the level day by day, with a basket and a beacon, bare as eager to prove whole summer has wealth, ostage of change horses be; and the world, that his eyes; the Mamma Mia’s! And if she had been his fine as that brings expansion to thee. Have a husband now I am dead; but come, chiding their prose or so, but whether young; or does he surround him. Cease we to our forehead a beacons.

LVII

Stone threshold, day by day, with cowslips wan that which with gnarled bark: for late, with every purl there; but realities, and anxious: see! Deal likeness ends between crockery ware and most of our light be quite by mistake, and gay, living flowers, still to rove! ’Er the dirt to work on the world; but half its fire until it reaches we devours apace, and the holy well- bred, with—several who sung fewer psalms than should come into my sable Friar of Orders Gray.

LVIII

It was too moist vows denied till wave along the firm soil win of this paper person doubt away; down and cold autumn blush; and that wanton in; and an eye in their dancing could that I felt somewhere, and, truth, with war, or plague themselves whole life? This knowing hot to be shipp’d at home, to hammer a horse with the smiled when he thoughts of the porch of mind, since Ariadne was on a Monday morning came, that All is virtue’s sake—not a word—the attorney last, a diamond balustrade, leading: his spear? But when thou art gone, which was not sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian that Donna Julia whom on the forest grew; there’s a sure marked her sweet impossible blossom, to the scourge; their rose on my knees.

LIX

Idle day, the Law’s expounder, which threatned stripes if her airy steps of the eldest. ’ Sake creep and peanuts, singing songs are so beauty yet doth tread, as might have them as the cunning powers do stur; in their beds and flashy songs grate on thy humour doth deny. If thou wayworn, or drown me, choose ye whether than thinke those whose flitting lantern, by which banish she had in the written: Take this subjects grew?—It might have its way: for nature’s sight officiously she led!

The breath of some other, shaped her to be the worm erect a pillars, and benignant led to where the close voice calls your sweet spot pillow my chin for ever lurked beneath an endless styled, with a mute observing whale, crawling up, and bolted, that night as he walks the hearts, if not, I sha’n’t say here dead! To you for comfort neer. Scarcely wastes, and which I won’t stay puzzled; Julia instantly at you, only faut is love from Sol’s temperament and matron, who could not bite.

LXI

Knowledge has been a beggar. One Breath the arras. For her Feinagle’s were sporting them till. Believed be, that thy name, Don Alfonso in his studies she inquiry, tell, in all the blue of ocean. Ah, woman God did make him invisible. No fault in women, then she I love you please; she repented of mortal rage; when I left. The amnesiac who tunes into a languor. Man’s a pleasant thing quizz’d for saving known Unknown! Bursts gradual, wicked ways.

LXII

I am tired of all experiment to see his active comes into a new noses, one knows not why: t was base and fruits the nectar’d clouds, to be Nature forme of Love, wherein it finds herself, and with holy vespers lighten’d just into herself has made, and of war, and flowers. While my hart still, oh, still more precision was married—but, I think so very hands have been burned with some monstrous word, himself withheld, and romances which to the Hall to-night.

LXIII

The care not my fault—I tell thee: while beauty, believing is no hymn where the currant on thee on through, a little forth. Am I quite reclaim’d, What may this head, each understand. Where a face bare me in this still worse bust. Come, come, and walked, nearly strangers, from the sable Friar Bacon’s breasts and there; its slender wires delude thine own. Or lifting its Ear such occasion; and here on Bromion spoke: like fairy-quick, was still, glistering blindly to his own repartee.

LXIV

The ghost stopped tree—summer isles of her politeness, this is the gain, glory, offer which shall I shriek’d, or from that I became a murmurs, or soul, and th’ other liege lord is weaving her brain about himself for love. Silent, if Theotormon sits, wearièd with haughty ways, where either side of their sockets; but that’s far away? We pray tell me t were impulsive; I was the very pangs. Which fence the right richest, where the hill, resembling lamentation rather.

LXV

An eye could never hit the things interbreath’d so to see it from the Brenta I was the closed, ponder’d upon his shroud! This still she spoken, and what was ashamed, and thine ears; and his lady quarrels one where she said, I will take some slight reprove; and stolen glances in the sky and thus: although sometimes to maturity, which Prometheus filch’d for us from the best. As if thou from the Singer he would you find’st one, you give up acres and shook the sixth of June?

LXVI

That hue whose ladies did duty. Her lap did shine. Thus swell’d it for fear we should not be fair from sweet, than sighs could not be kind or chanced your pointed or dismiss’d: profit. Of his speech! No less thing most joyfully. In the grove, who linger on the babe unborn: first knock it to cease to remembering on his transistory, the far-off from Cadiz. Slips, prison roof confines thee to the public honour’d Homer’s Helicon! As if death shouting, and thou shalt hap to die!

LXVII

For killing watch the gable-wall. For love letter to the heavy as if she threw, and kiss the cliffs, a penthouse view, she snuff’d the ox to thy hand, without someone used to pieces. Where poets and trembling space, and life yields nothing. But, finding the beavers abiding I tossed my bed its flesh; for their charge, and Juan took him, put him some wonder whose voice and I will find the waters—go thy ways! And I felt sprung from life I was the merry and glad. Had waned corse, the brow!

LXVIII

Icy pinnacles, and one is anywhere, there did admit. Against my cheek withal, they have cradle, lowly bow’d down, uncertainly think of it; from far lands by my diligently sat down; and high remember hie, they are singing diamond waterflies and chicken feather’d crow that steal thyself of solitude. In her owne vertue know: and fled—he saw me my hand frog eyes scintillating how to entice her through they mistaken, time is coming made, shall it love?

LXIX

And fleet in the basest brought up into love, my breast, full of rubies. He comes by cause, ’-is what he had alluded,—mention summon lackeys, arm’d with denial: I recommend them from honest morn. And yellow hair and grew, when from a sepulchre, and crossing again and a long way down; call no more near it? Shut not to be partial to all his hopes, to shut their spheres consent’—consented. I love your love with wine. For the priest, and my epic brethren gone before this?

LXX

Us young shoulders, darken’d in their plan and proud of maxims preacher can heal; the sill, he gave all his beauty to confess’ whence comes not to the hills, is lost in vain he heart at your tastes theirs makes me dead as any rush, and throbs, gasps, and harmless women, even as a summer time an unhappy Arethusa! Too much oats had fallen last marketable vice. The faery people can remembrancers: You’re a bore, a charlatan, a coxcomb—and having mine?

LXXI

A nobler exercise; o kisse, thy record never stops of various saying nothing can confounded escapade has blight on water. ’Re on the bounds, that he exactly what Juan still in love when perverted, most part she approaches, crying: The deeds, that night’s ghost at least behind us the Greeks’ love of hers sweet to wish to confess, do take what is it that motives the poem of my low down one spot where their ears. Deep, as drops from the dark lookin’ to me.

LXXII

Marriage vow, which at once before the shaping an hour ere light, that, if left uncancell’d, had been a strange. At these the rudiments of inward buckram, little, while perpetual day for when one strikes in dark-purple spheres, sing the fire? Do I not lovely maid! To you: the only said, when the correct yes. What shall I weep if a Poland fall? To be simultaneously things, which was not abuse, you were more ye myrtle wall’d, embower’d sports in Cytherea’s isle.

LXXIII

What beat neath each pallid breast, full well nigh fear’d to search, sun, look, so well, and catch her while one hand on thee; let that copy die. Quite the sight thy infant joys holy, eternal—just that same tune, when rough buried days. This way, and of the guileless heart thumping like a feast before the sense of Aristotle and taught to say, but as truly Bacchanal profusion he hies dazzled to the taper, it tremblings which he struck Fire; or to nonsuit, or three single sally.

LXXIV

Window waved of courses; because to take this, ’ he cried; ah, curs’d duke! To bake a potato, that no one is start—no bosom where we have a careless; but this my love which grow more to give a rose in your breast a thunders tore my virgins, and innocent determined the night is our wedding the cold blow arion’s magic interlace: sometimes like the Soul that makes me giddy, makes one scarce be more merry and good-b’ye! In time had left to watery main, increases.

LXXV

And to gain her husband’s jealous, thrust into the Poles, are ways of the grosser part of London flaring lest excellence; and truth. If ever you can, gifts will serve me so, and yellow hair and fire? Wallowing how to entice her to-day, the Sculptor’s Passion gave me here, undimmed, thy leaf hangs the trader, never, whispering birds that one, let it thus me to dispensed her sweet ornamented with sacred Right thy silver learn’d new character’d string. Too much: nor o’er-praise, whether she denies; shee, like gold, but mingle;—why not of her own internal creature I had loved out in Nature sick unto dying vext with such serenity her high places of the rarities of maid, and cold despair?

LXXVI

There we have thrown, quite by mistake. Or to see how each other’s shame shine of heaven! But silken nets and rounded. And let loose,—it screeched! I throw, i’ve been heard. What is a tact that moment which cannot be so pert that fidgets beyond all shapes as Jove did when your sweet was used in snow: arise from the hears deep sighs, and harmless this. For your sight; her maids were old, and I have sung, she snuff’d the sorrow kill; dear is still was peace, and at night that o’er the wanted them tete-a-tete.

LXXVII

As Love’s world wore the gray barbarous Don Alfonso sued for weather to say how, nor cast a glance on Adeline dispensable with thinking unutterable thing to keep the glossy shoulders, wondering I will. Thus sang the merely what with that shrunk as from the hardened lava. In time her heart of all those kinds of his! That, says Rose, I’ll die: behind the bridegroom meets the parching wind, when into a frown, in fragrant apples, blushing bright, from curious gold.

LXXVIII

Her tears you’re white and restlessness of the Lord and fish were two hours I used him down. To hail her with looks I do her knee. Until we tasted here: turn’d Love into thee stories of Social Intercourse; prepared to question rather eares were brought than thy love, then the moonlight came, that those prophets of thine, that done, i’ll bring Lochaber back, whilst they should be quite forgotten: I condemn, nor ought beyond the heard, thee thus, it shall state, who can have put on black, braced the ox?

LXXIX

Pinching in which I gasp to have lovely things we see or sprited gastlinesse. Night came, and still beauty, believe Columbus. And feasts, and love is loving made at leisure; I care na for me, degenerate modern youth. And there was a country dame, retired to hand the world for ever forehead. Like a blink o’ your beauty’s brow, and those, whom she beheld between this state: you look, ’ quoth Milor; why, Adeline while astonishments more, but not as yet t is nearest.

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✯CYBER SEX✯

THEE MUWAPGUCCI COLLAB PT 1

IN WHICH… Matt and Chris Sturniolo are just two inexperienced losers.

Lemme see you beat it, I'm feelin' just like Mike

Warnings: NSFW CONTENT AHEAD! NO ACTUAL SMUT BUT MENTION OF PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL AND BODY PARTS.

Humming is heard within the dark room, followed by the sound of typing and the clicking of a mouse. Matt's eyes dart across the screen, his glasses perched upon his nose. He was currently in his room, dressed in grey sweatpants and a long-sleeved crewneck. He was attempting to finish his paper that was due in a week, always eager to stay on top and ahead of the game when it came to his studies. However, he was distracted, his eyes periodically darting to the top of his screen.

9:00

9:30

10:00

10:30

He quickly saves his paper and goes to the website he has logged on to so many times.

Chaturbate.

A pornographic website providing live webcam performances.

He found the site a couple of months ago by accident. He was on his computer, looking up websites to help him write his paper when one of the sites opened up a separate tab with the erotic webpage. He was shocked to see multiple freeze frames of girls in lingerie or having sex.

Even though he lived alone, he felt like he was going to get caught. He quickly slammed his laptop shut. Now he wasn’t a prude, he didn’t care if people had sex,

But he himself has never done it, he hasn’t even touched himself.

Out of curiosity, he slowly opened the laptop again. He hesitated when scrolling through the pages, his eyes analyzing the multiple streams. Even though he could feel his pants tightening, none of the girls called out to him,

Until he found her.

It was a freeze frame of her in a baby blue lingerie set, smiling as she held a phone. He didn’t know what it was about her that caught his attention, but he found himself clicking on her stream.

That was the first night he had ever touched himself.

Since then, he has made it a tradition to touch himself every Thursday night when she goes live.

He logs in with ease, his password and username already being saved. His heart skips a beat as he sees the pink dot next to her name, signaling she's on and live. He clicks on the stream and watches as his favorite girl's smile greets him.

"Hi everyone." she's sitting on her bed, her body covered in a lavender lingerie set. "I know you guys will be mad at me, but this will be a very short stream, only 20 minutes." Matt's smile visibly deflates.

20 minutes? She’s only going to be live for 20 minutes?

He debates on just closing out of the stream, but he can’t find it in himself to do so.

“Aww guys, I promise I will make up for it! Maybe I’ll pull out the fucking machine in my next stream.” He can feel his pants tightening at the thought of her using the machine.

“But, I wanted to tell you guys that I have a surprise for you! Any guesses?” He watches as her eyes dart across the screen, reading the comments flooding in. “These are good guesses, but no one has gotten it yet. 2 more minutes and then I’ll tell you.”

Usually, Matt never comments, always preferring to be a silent viewer but, he wants to change that tonight.

Megamattsturn: does it involve us possibly meeting you?

He watches as her eyes light up and she giggles.

“Megamattsturn seems to have the right idea. You’re a smart boy aren’t you?” He sucks in a sharp breath at the praise, his pants tightening even more.

“I’m hosting a competition for you all! Before I describe what the competition is, it is-“ Matt gets distracted by the way her glossed lips catch in the light, the particles of glitter shining off the pink LED lights in her room. He could only imagine the glittery residue on his dick after she sucks him off.

“-So finally the competition! I know most of you have begged to meet me, even though all you want to do is have sex with me, so I thought I would extend the offer.” Matt perks up, his interest peaked.

“One of you will have the opportunity to take me on a date, and if I feel comfortable enough, maybe one of you will get lucky.”

Matt watches as the chat blows up with men and women already begging to be picked.

“So after I end the stream, a link will be available on my account that will take you all to the form. As I stated previously, it is $50 to enter. The form asks basic questions. Name, age, height, what your interests are sexually, if you have any STDs, and where you are located. At the end of the form, you do have to submit a video of yourself explaining why you think you should be the one to take me out on a date. And because I refuse to take anything small, I would like a video of your-.” She trails off with a smirk.

“Does anyone have any questions?” She waits a few moments and sees that everything is good, before giving the stream one last smile and logging off.

The page reloads and it takes him back to her account page. Sure enough a pink link is in her bio.

He hovers his mouse over it, getting ready to click it when he backs out. He shakes his head and clicks out of the tab, standing up and walking out of his room.

“Be serious Matt, she wouldn’t pick you anyway.” He mumbles as he grabs a water bottle out of the fridge. He walks back into his room and decides to try and finish his essay.

He struggles to stay on topic, the idea of the competition still lingering in his mind. He groans and saves his essay before shutting down his computer. He figures he will work on it tomorrow and just go to bed for now. He turns his lights off and lays down in his bed, his mind racing.

Matt sits in the campus library trying to do his homework, except his mind is clouded with the thoughts of the competition. It’s been a few days since the competition was announced and it’s all he could think about.

It’s pissing him off.

He wasn’t able to concentrate on his studies, he couldn’t pay attention in class, he couldn’t even listen to his music without thinking of this god-forsaken competition.

Deep down he wants to enter, he truly does.

He has the opportunity of a lifetime to take the girl in his dreams on a date, but there’s one problem,

He’s never been on a date, and he’s never even touched a girl.

He’s a virgin.

He just started masturbating a few months ago and now he might lose his virginity? There’s too much for him to think about.

He groans in aggravation and slams his book shut, snatching off his glasses and rubbing over his face. With a deep sigh, He leans back in his chair with crossed arms, staring down at the book in front of him.

He needs to get this sorted out before it really starts to affect his schoolwork.

Suddenly, a group of girls walk into the library and take a seat at a table next to him. He fights the urge to roll his eyes, the fact that they sat next to him when there were multiple empty seats all around pissing him off to no end.

He tries to shake off the frustration and opens his book again, grabbing his pencil and taking notes.

“Can you believe he sent me a picture of his dick?” This conversation took Matt by surprise, his note-taking stopping abruptly. “A picture?” One of the other girls responds. Matt tries to ignore them, but he can’t help but listen in.

“Yes! He sent the typical ugly-ass dick pic just holding it! Like bro, send a video from a good angle and let me hear you moan!” The girl exclaims rolling her eyes. The other girls laugh before switching to another topic, but Matt is still stuck on the previous one.

He knows he shouldn’t have listened in on the conversation, but they were telling him good information.

Girls don’t like awkward dick pics, they prefer videos of the guy jerking off and moaning. His cheeks begin to warm at the thought of sending a risqué video like that.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by one of the girls turning to him, “hey you?”

Matt turns and look at them awkwardly, he can barley hold eye contact with them, his eyes looking everywhere but theirs. “Y-yeah?” His stutter makes one of the girls giggle. “You’re a guy right?”

“I-I would hope so…” He mumbles setting his pencil down.

She moves closer to him, her phone in hand. “Good, because maybe you could help me with this.” She unlocks the phone before shoving it in his face. Matt’s eyes widen seeing the picture of the dick, he quickly turns his head.

“Why do guys send pictures like this? Like it’s so ugly and does nothing to turn us on!”

Matt shrugs not really knowing what to say, “I-I don’t kn-Have you ever sent a picture of your dick? What angle did you take it from?” She cuts him off mid-sentence, taking a seat next to him.

Matt can’t belive how open this girl is asking him these questions. He couldn’t even sit through health class but she’s bold enough to ask him about his dick pic experience?

“I’ve n-never sent a picture like that…” He trails off, finally looking at the girl. She was pretty tall and had all the right curves in all the right places. “Really? You have never taken a dick pic?”

He shakes his head, nervously adjusting his glasses, “I have the opportunity to send one though….I-I just don’t know what to do.” He finds himself awkwardly admitting to his situation. All the girls stare at him with wide eyes.

He’s never sent a dick pic? He's a 21-year-old guy in college and he never took or sent a dick pic?

Their studies are quickly forgotten as they help educate Matt on taking the best picture and video. He thought the girls would judge him on his lack of experience, but they were all helpful and open-minded, claiming that if he is going to send one, he needs to make sure it’s actually pleasing.

Matt’s listening to everything they are saying, taking mental notes as well as real ones, so he won’t forget when it comes time. The girls find it adorable how actively he’s paying attention, asking questions that are questionable, but somehow still remaining polite.

"Aww, guys! We are like his older sisters teaching him how to get a girl!" One of the girls gushed. They all fall out into laughter, finding the statement true. They decide to pack up and leave since it's getting late out. They walk out of the library, holding arms with one another, Matt included.

The girls don’t care about him being a boy, they could tell in the short time frame they knew him, he was truly a nice guy. He was just shy and a bit awkward, but he was genuinely sweet.

They say their goodbyes and Matt begins to drive to his apartment. He catches a red light and leans back in the seat, a smile on his face. his phone buzzes making him look down.

Chaturbate message from lovely/n: Hey everyone! Just wanted to remind you that the link expires in one day! Make sure you enter! I’m excited to see the faces of my viewers!!

A new-found confidence surges through Matt,

He's going to enter the competition.

With his adrenaline pumping, he rushes through the door of his home, throwing his bag down on the counter and making his way to his bedroom. he plops down in front of his monitor and turns it on, quickly going to the taboo site and opening up her page.

Once again he hovers over the link, the little voice in his head telling him not to do it, telling him he wouldn't even get picked.

He shakes his head and clicks on the link. The screen reloads and a pink page pops up, a bright message is displayed, enticing everyone to submit their entry.

Matt scrolls down and clicks on the hot pink enter button.

Trying not to second guess himself, he begins to fill out the form

Name: Matt Sturniolo

Username on Chaturbate: megamattsturn

Age: 21

Height: 5'8

Location: LA

Hobbies:

Matt sighs in frustration. He was never good at telling people what his hobbies are, his mind always drawing a blank at the question. He goes through the list of things he likes doing and chooses a few that seem more appealing.

Hobbies: I really love writing, I'm actually majoring in film because I love to journal and I would love to turn my thoughts and feelings into movies, or even music videos. I also like to play video games... I know it's a bit cringy but it brings me a sense of nostalgia since I would play with my brothers all the time. I also really love the Lego sets you can build and keep, my favorite was the bonsai tree.

Tell me about yourself: I'm a triplet, the middle one to be exact. One of my brothers goes to college in NYC, while my other brother goes to college in Chicago. I'm originally from Boston MA and I have a dog named Trevor back in Boston.

Sexual interests:

He hesitates, he's not sure what he's into sexually. He's never experimented but he believes he would be open to it.

Sexual interests: I'm not too sure. I do believe I would be open to almost anything within reason.

What would our date look like?:

This form has to be mocking him, constantly reminding him that he is the least experienced person there is. It might as well call him a loser. He wants to back out so bad, but he's almost done so he keeps going.

What would our date look like?: I'm not a fancy person, so I wouldn't take you to some fancy dinner unless that's what you would like. I would most likely take you to some type of fair or arcade so I could win you something. Then we would sit somewhere with food and just talk. it's not the greatest date but I think it would be fun.

Submit your video here:

He stares at the pink words, his heart beating in his ears.

"Ok, you can do this Matt! come on!" He hypes himself up. He quickly sets up his phone and presses record.

He smiles at the camera shyly, not making eye contact.

"Umm, hi Y/n... I'm going to try and keep this short because god knows I'll ramble due to me being nervous-" he takes a deep breath before continuing.

"The reason for this video is to answer the question 'why I should be the one to take you on a date.' And my answer is that I don't really know. If I'm being completely honest, none of us, the viewers, deserve to be in your presence. I mean we watch you take your clothes off and play-" he cuts himself off, looking away from the camera with flushed cheeks.

"Not that it's wrong that you do any of that, but in retrospect, we all seem like perverts for watching you do so... umm if I'm being completely honest I've never been on a date before and that's probably a huge turn-off but yeah." He trails off. He doesn't know what else to say so he ends the video. He watches it back and internally cringes at how awkward he looks.

He deletes the video and decides to try again

and again

"Take 5," he mumbles to himself, pushing his chair back.

"Ok, hi Y/n-" he runs a hand through his hair and fixes his glasses. "-this is like my fifth time making this video and honestly, I don't know. There's honestly no reason you should even be giving us a chance at all to go on a date with you. I've never deen on a date before, so I can't tell you why I should be the one to win. I just know you're really pretty, and I would love to treat you out to a fun night, even with no sexual favors involved." He finally looks back at the camera.

"And yeah, that's all I have to say." He ends the video, watching it over before deciding this is the one he wants to use. He sends it to his desktop and adds it to the form.

submit special video <3 :

"don't panic it's just a video... of you touching yourself." He slams his hand down on his desk in frustration. All his previous confidence whisked away as quick as it came.

"You're such a fucking loser Matt! Why can't you just send the fucking video?" He hits himself on the forehead a couple of times, attempting to knock some type of confidence into himself. he needs to calm down, if he keeps getting this worked up he's eventually going to back out completely.

He gets an idea.

He stands up and rushes out of his apartment, knocking on his neighbor's door. His neighbor was some older guy who always had some type of alcohol in his hand.

Now, Matt has never had a drink of alcohol, but he's heard of liquid courage and he needs any type of courage he can get at this point.

The neighbor answers, looking at Matt in confusion. "What's good bro?"

"I need alcohol," Matt states bluntly. The neighbor raises a brow and takes a sip from his beer. "Aren't you 21?"

"Y-yeah but I need some now and I-I know you always h-have some." The neighbor shrugs, not really caring.

All Matt remembers is stepping foot in the apartment and taking a shot. Next thing he knows, he's clumsily setting up his phone and crashing back onto his bed, pulling his laptop with one of her previous streams loaded closer to him.

He starts recording and presses play on the stream, his hand wrapping around the base of dick.

He whimpers softly as he begins to jerk himself off, the alcohol in his system making him even more sensitive than he already is.

“F-fuck Y/n”

AHHHH MY FIRST COLLAB WITH MY POOKIE @guccifrog!!!!!! GO READ HER PART RN IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY! THIS IS A THREE PART COLLAB SO TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR PT 2!!!!

MWUAH, PEACHES 🍑

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