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lyranova · 2 years ago

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Children of the Future: The World to Come

Chapter 5: I’m Proud of You

Hiya everyone, I’m so sorry it’s taken so long to get this chapter out, the muses haven’t been very cooperative lately. But i finally managed to get them to work hehe 😁! This chapter came out less Astelle and more…family orientated 😅, which hadn’t been my intention, but in the next chapter there’ll be a lot more Astelle moments 😁! I hope you all enjoy~!

Taglist: @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @crazyclownthanos @loosesodamarble @acacia-may (if anyone else wants to be tagged please let me know!) also Hikari belongs to @eme-eleff !

Word Count: 3,354

Warnings: None, Vague mention of pregnancy at the end

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Asta sighed loudly as he tried to fix his neck tie, he was far from good at these sorts of things, and it was only made worse because he was so nervous. Today was probably one of the most important days of his life; it was his wedding day.

He could have swore it was just yesterday that he had asked Noelle to marry him, but when he looked at the date he realized it had been well over a year since he asked her! Asta nearly laughed, the two had been pretty busy with missions and Asta finding out that he was in the running to be the next Wizard King.

Asta jumped as he heard someone knock on the door, he took a deep breath.

“ Come in,” he said as he watched the door in the mirror, he sighed as his foster brother/rival/best friend Yuno walked in and began to chuckle. “ It’s not funny Yuno!”

“ I don’t know, I think it’s pretty funny to see you struggling with something as simple as a tie.” Yuno said with another chuckle, Asta began to grumble as Yuno walked over and began to fix his tie.

“ You’re one to talk! I remember how nervous you were before your wedding day, your hands were shaking as bad, if not worse, than mine!” Asta pointed out, he watched Yuno’s pale cheeks suddenly turn pink as he recalled the memory.

“ Which wedding day? If you recall, I had two.” Yuno also pointed as he continued to try and undo the mess that Asta had created with his tie.

“ You know exactly which one! Your real wedding, y’know, the one that took place a year ago in exactly the same church!” Asta shouted, Yuno winced slightly before shaking his head.

“ I don’t remember that.”

“ You liar! You remember, you just don’t like how embarrassing it was!” Asta shouted, which caused Yuno to sigh and shake his head.

“ Will you two shut up?! I’m trying to get ready myself y’know!” Liebe suddenly shouted from behind Asta, the two looked and saw the chibi sized devil trying to fix his shirt and suit jacket.

As Yuno continued trying to fix Asta’s tie the foster brothers fell into silence, both nervous but for very different reasons. Finally, after much battling, Yuno was able to fix the bow tie Noelle had picked out for Asta.

“ There, it looks good on you…surprisingly.” Yuno said as he took a step back, Asta frowned.

“ What’d you mean? Of course it’d look good on me, my wife picked it out you jerk!” Asta shouted and Yuno chuckled a bit.

“ I dunno, that wife of yours tends to either hit or miss with her fashion sense.” Liebe said deadpan, and Asta turned and looked at him.

“ Hey that’s my wife you’re talking about!” Asta shouted, of course the three knew that Yuno and Liebe were only kidding about Noelle and her fashion sense.

“ Technically she isn’t your wife yet,” Yuno pointed out as he crossed his arms. “ You’ve still got to walk down the aisle and say ‘I do’ before that happens.” He added which made Asta snort.

“ That didn’t stop you from doing the same thing with Neva.” Asta muttered which made Yuno blush as Liebe laughed at the two.

The group fell into silence again as Asta straightened his jacket, Yuno couldn’t help but look at him fondly. While the ash-blonde haired man was still loud and boisterous like he always was, there was a new…calmness, no, maturity about him. He gave a small huff of laughter; Asta and mature in the same sentence, he never thought that would happen.

But Asta had really matured over the years, and in Yuno’s opinion, that somehow made him way cooler than he already was, if that were even possible!

“ Y’know Asta, I envy you.” Yuno said with a small smile before he walked out of the room. “ Hurry up, you’re going to be late!”

“ Huh? ‘I envy you’? What the heck does he mean? I’m the one who envies him.” Asta muttered before Liebe suddenly patted his brother on the shoulder with a grin.

“ C’mon it’s time to go, don’t wanna keep the royal waiting.” Liebe joked as he and Asta walked out of the waiting room.

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The wedding went off without a hitch.

Asta stood at the end of the aisle waiting excitedly to see his future wife, and as each of her bridesmaids slowly made their way down the aisle Asta could feel his excitement and anxiousness reaching its peak.

Finally, the door opened and Asta felt his heart skip a beat. Noelle stood at the entrance with her eldest brother Nozel by her side, and she looked beautiful.

She wore a beautiful strapless gown with beautiful diamond details on the bodice, as Asta’s eyes traveled down the gown he noticed the edges of the tool were a light blue, and that how the dress moved as she walked mimicked waves. She had on satin gloves with light blue around the top, and she had her silver hair in a loose bun with a beautiful, simple, ocean inspired hair ornament that Kahono had given her.

The closer Noelle got, the brighter Asta’s face became, his eyes shining with absolute love and amazement, and if one looked closely at Noelle, they would see the same in her eyes.

Once she and Nozel made it to the other end of the aisle, Asta watched as a small look passed between the siblings before he gently gave Asta her hand. He cut the shorter man a serious look before he turned and walked towards his seat.

“ Wow Noelle, you look beautiful!” Asta said, his mouth slightly agape in awe. Noelle’s blush deepened but you could see a shy, happy smile appear on her face.

“ Of course I do Bakasta, did you think I would come out here looking terrible?” She asked, her voice trying to sound harsh and haughty like usual, but it instead came out more soft and teasing. “ But I will admit you don’t clean up too badly yourself Bakasta.” She added softly, using Asta’s nickname to tease him, but also to try and calm her nerves.

Soon Father Orsi quickly cleared his throat and looked at the two with a slightly stern, but mostly loving gaze. He quickly went on with trying to officiate the wedding, but paused occasionally to clear his throat and wipe his eyes, which confused Asta a bit.

“ Do you, Asta, take Noelle to be your lawfully wedded wife? For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Father Orsi asked, and when Asta turned to look at him his green eyes widened. Father Orsi was quietly crying, which explained why he was clearing his throat and wiping his eyes when he was speaking. Asta smiled fondly at the man who had raised him, and was his foster father and gently patted his shoulder to comfort him.

Father Oris nodded after a minute, signaling that he had regained his composure. Asta than turned to look at Noelle with that same fond, but very bright smile.

“ I do.”

Noelle’s face turned red once again and she quickly turned to look at Father Orsi as he turned his attention to her.

“ Do you, Noelle, take Asta to be your lawfully wedded husband? For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, and for as long as you both shall live?” Father Orsi glanced at Asta before leaning towards Noelle. “ It’s not too late to change your mind, you still have a chance!”

“ H-Hey I can hear you y’know?!” Asta shouted loudly, causing everyone in the church to laugh, including Noelle, but the silver haired woman quickly shook her head.

“ I’m not going to run away,” She turned to look at Asta with the softest and most loving smile anyone had ever seen. “ I choose you, and I’ll never change my mind. I do take you, Asta, to be my lawfully wedded husband. No matter what.”

Everyone had been a little surprised at Noelle’s firm love declaration, about they all smiled and were glad that she had shown everyone how confident she was in her love for the ash-blonde haired mage.

Father Orsi smiled fondly at the two before he cleared his throat.

“ Well, with that being said, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Asta and Noelle looked at each other with slightly wide eyes, like Yuno and Neva during their wedding, the two had almost forgotten about this part. Asta could hear Yuno chuckling from behind him.

“ C’mon Asta, we don’t have all day. Isn’t that what you told me on my wedding day?” Yuno teased as he patted his friend on the shoulder.

“ Yeah Asta, surpass your limits!” Vanessa shouted, and Asta and Noelle looked out and saw all the Black Bulls standing there with bright, loving, and cheerful smiles on their faces. Even Captain Yami couldn’t hide the proud smile on his face.

Asta and Noelle looked at each other for a moment, before they both took a deep calming breath. Noelle gently cupped Asta’s face in her hands, leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss onto his lips. Asta’s eyes widened in surprise but he soon closed them and gently kissed her back as his hands rested on her sides.

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After the ceremony ended, everyone walked outside for the reception. The colder days had gradually begun to grow warmer and warmer with each passing day, and today was the warmest so far, which made it the perfect day to hold the reception outside in the field beside the church.

As soon as Asta and Noelle had walked out of the church they were greeted by all the Black Bulls. The two were hugged, given gifts and words of encouragement, and were both patted on the head by Captain Yami.

“ I’m proud of you two.” Yami had said as he ruffled their hair. “ But if either of you screws this up I’ll kill you both.” He added in a mildly threatening tone, which instinctively made the two straighten and salute their Captain.

“ Yes Captain Yami, sir!”

Soon, a 6 year old Hikari, and a nearly 3 year old Aloys Adlai approached them. Aloys walked over to his parents and his mother picked him up and held him.

“ Auntie Noelle, Uncle Astaa! You both look soooo beautiful!” Hikari said happily as she ran up and held both their hands. “ Thank you for letting me be the flower girl, I really enjoyed throwing the flowers everywhere!”

“ Aw you’re welcome Hikari, you did an amazing job! Thank you for doing it for us!” Asta told her cheerfully as he crouched down and ruffled her hair, Noelle turned to look at Aloys.

“ And you did a great job as the ring bearer Aloys, thank you for doing it.” Noelle told him kindly, Aloys muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before hiding his face in his mothers neck.

“ We’re all proud of you Aloys, you were really brave and did an amazing job.” Gauche said as he reached out and patted his son's head, Noelle watched the little boy smile before he hugged his mother tighter.

Soon, Vanessa ran off towards the open bar with Finral in tow, Charmy and Secre went off towards the food table, Gordon went to sit with Grey, Gauche, and Aloys. Zora, Luck, and Magna went off to spar in the field, while Nacht, Henry, and Liebe all went their own ways since there were a lot of people around. While Captain Yami and Hikari walked towards Captain Roselei who was sitting at a nearby table.

“ Hikari’s going to be a great big sister once the Captain’s baby is born.” Asta said proudly as he watched the growing Yami family sitting together talking.

“ Yeah I think so too, I think Hikari’s hoping for a younger brother though.” Noelle said with a small laugh when Asta frowned in thought.

“ She told me she wanted a little sister the other day.” He said with a frown as Noelle shrugged.

“ Who knows? She’s probably hoping for twins so that way she can have one of each.” Noelle said with a shake of her head.

After Asta and Noelle talked for a bit they walked together to greet the rest of the guests that had arrived. There were people from Heart, Spade, Hino, and even Diamond. The two had hoped for a smaller wedding, but at the same time they didn’t really mind a larger one since they wanted to celebrate this occasion with all of their friends.

Soon Asta and Noelle parted to greet some guests by themselves, and the first person Noelle ran into just so happened to be her eldest brother Nozel, who was sitting in a corner by himself drinking a glass of champagne.

“ Where’s Nebra and Solid? I thought they’d be here with you.” Noelle asked as she stood beside him, she watched as he sighed and shook his head.

“ Nebra went off to find that Zora person from the Black Bulls, and Solid, well, he’s off doing whatever it is that he does.” Nozel told her simply, and Noelle suddenly giggled.

“ He’s probably off trying to find a date, since he’s the only one out of us that doesn’t have anyone.” Noelle half joked, which event caused Nozel to chuckle.

“ You’re probably right.”

The two siblings fell into silence again, it was surprisingly not awkward or uncomfortable, it was just…fine? There wasn’t really any other word Noelle could have used to describe it. She took the small glass of champagne that was on the table beside them and took a sip.

“ Y’know, mom would be proud of you right now.” Nozel suddenly said, his voice soft and almost distant, as though he were somewhere else. Noelle turned to look at him.

“ She’d be proud of the woman you’ve become, of the path you’ve traveled to get here, and I think she’d be proud of the man you married. Even if he can be an idiot at times.” Nozel said light heartedly and with a small smile, Noelle blushed a bit and looked away.

“ I dunno, I hope she’d be proud of me and approve of the choices I’ve made in my life. But I sometimes worry if she’d be disappointed, or disapprove, of the choices I’ve made.” Noelle admitted softly as she set down her champagne glass.

“ You’re wrong, mother would never be disappointed in you or disapprove of you. In fact it’d be quite the opposite. If she’d be disappointed in anyone, it would be me, Solid, and Nebra. Because of how terribly we treated you.”

“ But that’s-!” Noelle started, but he quickly shook his head, finished his glass, and looked at her.

“ I know you’re going to say that it isn’t my fault, that I had no choice, but I did have a choice, Noelle, and I made the wrong one. Nebra and Solid are only partially to blame for their behavior, if I hadn’t set a poor example for them and had corrected their behavior, I don’t think they’d be the way they are now.” Nozel admitted as he turned to look at Noelle.

“ I’m proud of you Noelle, and so is Nebra, Solid, and mother. You deserve to be happy like this, and you deserve to spend your entire life being with the one you love the most.”

With that Nozel walked away and disappeared into the crowd of people before Noelle could say anything. She smiled softly before looking up towards the clear afternoon sky, hoping that Nozel was right, and that her mother was proud of her.

On the other side of the field, Asta greeted his Hage family and they all gave him their congratulations along with hugs and bits of advice, which Asta took gladly. As he walked around a bit more he noticed Yuno standing beside a table alone, steadily sipping his champagne.

“ Where’s your wife? Did she get tired of your company and leave already?” Asta asked jokingly, which caused Yuno to roll his eyes and shake his head.

“ Of course not, she’s over there talking to Mimosa and Klaus.” Yuno said as he nodded his head in their direction, Asta turned and sure enough there was Neva, drinking a glass of sparkling water and talking to her former squadmates Mimosa and Klaus.

“ What about you? Did your wife change her mind and decide to run away after all?” Yuno asked jokingly, Asta snorted and shook his head.

“ Of course not! She’s…somewhere over there…I think?” Asta said as he pointed in a general direction, which caused Yuno to laugh.

The two foster brothers stood beside each other quietly, both just taking in how much things had changed for the both of them, and how this was the place they had started their journeys to become the Wizard King when they were only 15 years old with nothing but big hearts and even bigger dreams, and well with lots of mana on Yuno’s part.

“ Who would have thought the two of us would have this amazing life?” Asta said softly as he looked out amongst his friends and family, and Yuno nodded in agreement.

“ I know, certainly I didn’t think I’d ever have any of this. But you? Yeah, I kinda figured you would.”

“ Huh? How so?” Asta asked with a frown, which made Yuno chuckle.

“ Because, you’re you Asta, and you tend to defy everyone's expectations of you.” Yuno said as he took another sip of his drink, Asta nodded, he had a point, Asta did tend to defy everyone's expectations, he was even able to defy his own at times.

“ Y’know, I’m glad I was able to go on this journey with you, and I was to have experienced all of this with you by my side. You’re a good friend Yuno, and an even better rival and brother.” Asta said with a bright smile as he held out his fist towards the dark haired mage. Yuno’s eyes widened at his words, and he smirked a bit before making a fist and pressing it against Asta’s.

“ Same here, I couldn’t imagine having anyone better as my friend, brother, and rival.” Yuno agreed, and once the two put their hands down Asta suddenly pointed a finger at him.

“ But just so we’re clear, this doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop being your rival. You may’ve gotten married before me and became a king before me, doesn’t mean I’ll let you have kids before me!” Asta declared, and a strange look suddenly crossed Yuno’s face as he looked away.

“ It’s already too late for that.” He muttered softly as he tried to hide his small smile, the ash-blonde haired mage frowned in confusion.

It was already too late for that? What did he…? Suddenly, it dawned on Asta what he was referring to, he looked from Neva and her glass of water, to Yuno and his smirk.

“ No way…Neva’s Pregnant?!” Asta suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, causing everyone, including the woman in question, to turn and look at him.

Yuno suddenly felt his face turn bright red as he felt his wife glaring at him from across the field, he quickly grabbed and tried to shush his foster brother.

“ Be quiet Asta! No one’s supposed to know yet!”

“ If no one’s supposed to know yet, that means it’s still early right? Which means Noelle and I can catch up right?” Asta said loudly as he quickly turned around and began to search for his wife.

“ It doesn’t work like that Asta!” Yuno shouted after his friend, but quickly sighed, he had a feeling Noelle would set him straight.

Oh, how right he was.

As soon as Asta opened his mouth and began to explain things to Noelle, including how they needed to hurry up and have kids so Yuno wouldn’t surpass him, Noelle quickly pulled her wand out from her dress and doused him with water while shouting:

“ You’re such an idiot Bakasta!!!”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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thelensofyashunews · 8 months ago

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Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-It Feed The Streets with 'Dirty Nachos' Mixtape

Working their magic from different corners of the map, Chief Keef and Mike WiLL Made-It have each shaped the sound of contemporary hip-hop to an immeasurable degree. Today, the two street rap titans share Dirty Nachos, their first collaborative mixtape, out now via 43B / Ear Drummer Records / RBC Records.

Over the course of 18 tracks, Sosa and Mike deliver a diverse platter of hard-hitting street slappers, with each distinct element enhancing the other like jalapeños, chili, and cheese on a dish of fully-loaded nachos. The two legends make a perfect pair, the rapper switching up his flows to seamlessly fit the producer's symphonic soundscapes. The scraping pizzicato strings of "RIDICULOUSNESS" inspire Sosa to sink his teeth into the instrumental and not let go, whipping quick cadences between the booming 808s. Recent single "DIRTY NACHOS" is a chaotic confection of screeching synths and subsonic 808s, leaving space for Sosa's sly smack talk. On songs like "WHY YOU MAD" and "PROMENADE," Mike applies a lighter touch, and Sosa responds with the taffy-like pitch-shifted melodies that only he can conjure.

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Hosted by the Trap-A-Holics, Dirty Nachos welcomes two guests, one from the Midwest and one from the South to complement the two main artist. Mike WiLL's frequent collaborator 2 Chainz graces "PULL UP GHOST CLAN" with his inimitable presence, while Sosa continues his streak of searing Sexyy Red collaborations with "DAMN SHORTY." The tape ends with “LOVE DON’T LIVE HERE,” "HARLEY QUINN," "STATUS," and "BANG BANG," four previously-released Chief Keef-Mike WiLL collaborations that showed fans what to expect from the full mixtape.

Dirty Nachos is the opening salvo in what is shaping up to be a busy year for Chief Keef. The 28-year-old rapper is currently hard at work putting the finishing touches on Almighty So 2. The follow-up to one of Sosa's most mind-bending projects (2013's Almighty So, home to hits like "Blew My High") Almighty So 2 follows in the wake of 2022 singles like "Racks Stuffed Inna Couch," "Chief So," and "Tony Montana Flow." The hotly-anticipated Almighty So 2 drops later this year via 43B, Chief Keef's record label, formed in a joint venture with BMG. Recently, Sosa collaborated with Sexyy Red on two singles from her Hood Hottest Princess (Deluxe)–"Ghetto Princess," and "Bow Bow Bow (F My Baby Mama)," and teamed up with Lil Yachty for "Say Ya Grace," a highlight from All Is Yellow, the first album by Lyrical Lemonade. The song's Cole Bennett-directed video has already gone viral: the song reached the top 5 of YouTube's Trending chart, and racked up over 3 million views in its first week of release.

Mike WiLL Made-It has been on a momentous streak with recent successes, including notable releases such as "Wanna Come Thru" ft. Coi Leray, the remix of U2’s “Atomic City”, Gucci Mane's latest single, “Cold,” featuring B.G., and collaborations like “Blood Moon” with Lil Uzi Vert and “There I Go” with J. Cole and Gucci Mane. In a pioneering move, Mike WiLL Made-It was announced as the first-ever lead producer for the 2023-2024 NBA season on ESPN, with his track “Now or Neva” featuring MoneyBagg Yo, showcased in ESPN’s NBA In-Season Tournament official commercial. This came as a follow up to the initial single, "Different Breed," featuring the incomparable Swae Lee and Latto. At this year’s Grammy Awards Mike WiLL received an Album of The Year nomination for his work on Endless Summer, alongside longtime collaborator Miley Cyrus, holding a producer credit on “Thousand Miles” (Ft. Brandi Carlile), “Violet Chemistry,” and “Muddy Feet” (Ft. Sia)”. Showing no signs of slowing down, 2024 promises to be an impactful and buzzy year for Mike WiLL with more new music on the horizon.

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prythianfm · 2 years ago

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes IZARA THAUMAS of ADRIATA, the LADY of THE SUMMER COURT. when the HIGH FAE is glamoured, she bears a resemblance to HALLE BAILEY. the 22 / 214 year old CIS WOMAN is reputed to be DAUNTLESS and DISCERNING, but a decade of war has left them IRASCIBLE and DISTRUSTFUL. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of THE IMMUTABLE STRENGTH OF FAMILIAL LOVE ; THE SQUALL OF A KINGFISHER FLEDGLING, READYING FOR THE FIRST DIVE ; HEIRLOOM ROSES FESTOONING THE MOUTH OF EVERY WINDOW &. THE TRACES OF THEIR NECTAR ON SKIN. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THE SUMMER COURT, where they conspire to FORESTALL THE COALITION BETWEEN THE COURTS OF SUMMER AND NIGHT. ( vesper, 21, gmt, she/her. )

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes KAIROS ALTAIR of VALLAHAN, the DETECTIVE of THE WINTER COURT. when the HIGH FAE is glamoured, he bears a resemblance to SONG KANG. the 28 / 487 year old CIS MAN is reputed to be PROTEAN and SCINTILLATING, but a decade of war has left them BRITTLE and PHARISAIC. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of A BLACK SWAN SAILING ACROSS THE FACE OF A CRYSTALLINE LAKE ; THE EMBITTERED STING OF WINTER AIR IN THE WANING OF A SNOWSTORM ; A WRAITH ON THE CUSP BETWEEN WINTER AND SPRING, BEARING TESTAMENT TO THEIR DEATHLESS MATRIMONY. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with VALLAHAN, where they conspire to BETRAY CONFIDENCES OF PRYTHIAN IN EXCHANGE FOR HIS EMANCIPATION FROM A BLOOD DEBT. ( vesper, 21, gmt, she/her. )

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes SEREN of THE COURT OF DREAMS, the SECOND of THE NIGHT COURT. when the ANCIENT ONE is glamoured, she bears a resemblance to SOO JOO PARK. the 32 / ANCIENT year old CIS-FEMALE is reputed to be ANALYTICAL and DAUNTLESS, but a decade of war has left them BLUNT and RELENTLESS. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of ASTRAL EYES THAT BURN WITH THE FEROCITY OF A FALLING STAR; LONG WHITE HAIR THAT SPARKLES WITH THE ECHO OF THE CELESTIAL; THE WHISPER OF A BLADE AGAINST YOUR THROAT; PAINTED RED LIPS PULLED INTO HALF SMILES AND DAMNING SMIRKS; JUST LIKE THE MOON, HALF OF HER HEART WILL ALWAYS BELONG TO THE DARK; A MONSTER CONCEALED WITHIN A RAGING STORM THAT CLAWS AT BINDING TATTOOS; CAGED AND FORGOTTEN BUT NEVER LOST IN THE NIGHT; IF THE WORLD IS TO END THEN IT WILL FALL; STARLIGHT THAT BURNS. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THE NIGHT COURT, where they conspire to PROTECT THE TREASURE THAT IS VELARIS AND ITS SURROUNDING NIGHT COURT TERRITORIES; & TO PERFORM HER DUTY, REGARDLESS OF THE COST, FOR THEIR HIGH LORD AND COURT. ( caroline, 30, gmt, she/her. )

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes ZORA DEMIREL of THE NIGHT COURT, the BARTENDER of THE NIGHT COURT. when the HIGH FAE / SHADOW WRAITH is glamoured, she bears a resemblance to MELISA ASLI PAMUK. the 30 / 419 year old CIS WOMAN is reputed to be PERSUASIVE and CHARISMATIC, but a decade of war has left them SHARP - TONGUED and BULL - HEADED. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of THE SWIRL OF DARK SHADOWS GATHERED AT THE EDGE OF A ROOM, PURPOSEFUL STEPS THROUGH STONE HALLS, AND THE QUIRK OF CHERRY - RED LIPS IN IDLE AMUSEMENT. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THE NIGHT COURT, where they conspire to GATHER INTEL BETWEEN COURTS TO BENEFIT THE NIGHT COURT. ( andie, 24, est, she / her. )

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes CATRIN RAGIEL of THE MORTAL LANDS, the SEAMSTRESS of THE WINTER COURT. when the CAULDRON MADE HIGH FAE is glamoured, she bears a resemblance to SOPHIE SKELTON. the 26 / 29 year old CIS WOMAN is reputed to be CHARMING and ASTUTE, but a decade of war has left them IMPATIENT and MEDDLESOME. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of RED LOCKS IN LOOSE BRAIDS, SPENDING HOURS PERFECTING THE PERFECT DESIGN, AND WALKING ALONG THE RIVERS EDGE ON A CLEAR NIGHT. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THEMSELF, where they conspire to ADJUST TO BECOMING A FAE AND HANDLE THE WORLD SHE NOW LIVES IN. ( andie, 24, est, she / her. )

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes AMIERY HWANG of THE DAWN COURT, the LORD of THE DAWN COURT when the HIGH FAE / PEREGYN is glamoured, he bear(s) a resemblance to LEE DOHYUN. the TWENTY SEVEN / 450 year old CISMALE is reputed to be ASSIDUOUS and GULIEFUL, but a decade of war has left them CAUSTIC and RESERVED. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of A SINGLE SET OF FOOTSTEPS CUTTING THROUGH THE SILENCE, CALLOUSED FINGERS AGAINST SOFT SILK, A STORMY UNTAMED SEA HITTING AGAINST A WHITE BOAT IN THE DISTANCE whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with NEUTRAL EVIL , where they conspire to TO KEEP THEIR COURT AT PEACE ( angel, 22, Est, She/her. )

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes RHIANON AVENTIA of THE SPRING COURT, the LADY of THE SPRING COURT. when the HIGH FAE is glamoured, she bears a resemblance to BRUNA MARQUEZINE. the 30 / 583 year old FEMALE is reputed to be ALLOCENTRIC and INSIGHTFUL, but a decade of war has left them RETICENT and INTRANSIGENT. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of HOLY WATER AND HELLFIRE IN EQUAL DOSES — WHAT ONE RECEIVES IS WHAT THEY SURELY DESERVE ; DUST COLLECTED ON THE DELICATE VISAGE OF A MARBLE STATUE, ITS WEATHERED HAND REACHING TOWARDS A LIGHT THAT WILL ALWAYS BE JUST OUT OF GRASP; THE SILENT DEFIANCE OF A CHIN HELD ALOFT IN PRIDE AND BROWN EYES GLITTERING IN WORDS LEFT UNSAID; THE ANCIENT ACHE UPON THE SHOULDERS OF ATLAS, EMBROILED WITH THE KNOWLEDGE AND RESIGNATION OF A BURDEN THAT WAS NEVER DESIRED BUT HIS ALL THE SAME. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THE SPRING COURT, where they conspire to MAINTAIN THE WALL IN THE NAME OF PROTECTING BOTH THOSE IN THE MORTAL LANDS AND MEMBERS OF HER COURT. ( becca, 27, est, she/her. )

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes FALINE VALIATHAN of THE AUTUMN COURT, the LADY / HIGH LORD’S MATE of THE SPRING COURT. when the HIGH FAE is glamoured, she bears a resemblance to MISHTI RAHMAN. the 29 / 536 year old CIS WOMAN is reputed to be FIRE - EATING and AMATIVE, but a decade of war has left them LORN and SORE. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of A LEAF WITH ITS STEM PLUCKED OFF THE CENTER ; THE GRADIENT OF A FOREST IN TRANSFORMATION ; BETRAYAL THE SWEET POLLEN IN THE MOUTH OF A FLOWER, SHE THE HUNGRY BEE ; GRIEF, SWEET AND SOUR ON HER TONGUE ; MARIGOLD TEARS DRIPPING OFF LEAVES, LINGERING LIKE MORNING DEW ; LOVE, TOO MANY COLORS TO NAME. whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THE SPRING COURT, where they conspire to PREVENT ANY MORE DEATH. ( amie, twenty2, pst, she/her. )

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . the continent welcomes NEVE AURELIUS of PERITIA, the LADY of THE DAY COURT. when the HIGH FAE is glamoured, she bear(s) a resemblance to ANA DE ARMAS. the 30 / 560 year old CIS FEMALE is reputed to be ASTUTE and STAUNCH, but a decade of war has left them ENIGMATIC and ELUSIVE. if created by the cauldron, they would be made in the likeness of COOL BREEZE KISSING YOUR CHEEKS GENTLY, EURYDICE WHISPERING TO LOVER AHEAD, TREMBLING HANDS HOLDING INVISIBLE WALL . whispers throughout prythian claim that their allegiance lies with THE DAY COURT/THE SOLAR COURTS, where they conspire to ENSURE THE DAY COURT'S PROTECTION/POWER AND AID IN REBUILDING PRYTHIAN . ( sun, 25, est, they/them. )

#accepted

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lebaronlordking · 3 months ago

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Saturday Afternoon Reggae Show DJ LeBaron Lord King August 24, 2024 [email protected]

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acefiree · 1 year ago

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𝗯𝗮𝘆! 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 | tease war ⁽ ¹ ⁾

Raphael ✷ Grayson ( friends ) MASTERLIST

ᕦ(๏益๏)ᕥ: after getting teased for her muscle kink, she makes the bold choice to give the hothead a taste of his own medicine. (ocs, spider persona, sexual tension, teasing, muscle kink, SFW, and a potty mouth character) if you want a pt.2, let me know :)))

SWEAT ROLLED DOWN MY neck as I spun on my right foot, dodging another jab in my direction. I lowered my stance quickly, my body buzzing as Leo charged once more, eyes calculating my hands and feet.

I saw it before he did it. With a swift swipe of his right leg, Leo tried to catch my foot in an attempt to make me lose balance, but instead, I countered his attack. With a leap of faith, I braced my hands on his scaled shoulders and pushed my body up, shifting my weight as I flipped over him and landed on his shell in a squatted position.

Then, before he could even process I was practically spider-monkeying his back. I used my abilities to my advantage, gripping the top edges of his shell as I jerked my body backward, my spine bending as I forcefully rolled. A surprised grunt left the leader in blue, not at all expecting the pure force my small form achieved as he backflipped and landed with a harsh thud on his plastron.

My chest heaved as I stood to my feet, eyes wide at what I'd just done.

"Holy shit," Mason exclaimed, his eyes round and arms dropping from their folded position.

My hands rested over my mouth in surprise as I stood over Leo, guilt playing in my grey eyes. "Leo, I didn't mean—"

"N-No, that was great, Gray." He muttered, face smushed on the carpet floor of the dojo. The leader was lying on his stomach, arms and legs splayed out star-fish before he lifted his head and sent me a half-strained smirk "You've really improved,"

I winced. Okay, so yeah. I did intend to take him down and flip him. But what I didn't expect to do was slam him like that. It really looked like it hurt.

"Hmfpt, fearless getting his ass handed to him. Neva' thought I'd see the day," Raphael chuckled from beside Mikey, lifting a hand to fist-bump his little brother.

I shot the hothead a pointed look before offering a hand to Leo, helping him up. He rolled his shoulders, ignoring the comment of his brother as he glanced down at me.

"I meant it, Gray, your fighting skills have really improved this past week. I think you're ready to take things to the next level." He honestly said, a proud smile blossoming on his face.

My chest swelled with pride at the small praise and I couldn't stop the smile that started to work its way on my lips. I have been working my ass off this week to prove to the guys I could keep up. It was hard. Trying to match their level of skill. But I had an advantage with my abilities, seeing as my body now had a built-in alert system.

"He is right, young flower, you've improved at an excellent rate."

Our attention turned to Master Splinter. He was standing at the Dojo entrance, his obsidian gaze watching me with kind fatherly eyes. Now that's when I really felt pride. Getting a compliment from the old master meant everything to me, and I knew my cheeks were dusted pink.

Splinter turned to the brothers, "That will be all the training we do today, my sons, you are dismissed."

"Hia, Sensei." They said in unison, bowing.

I still wore a smile as I made my way over and took a seat on the ground beside my bag, pulling out my water and taking a long drink. Mason walked over, a smirk playing on his lips. I glanced down, noticing his shirt was missing and his chest was on display.

And before you jump to conclusions and think I have the hots for my best friend. I don't. But when it came to shirtless men and their abs, I tended to get a bit flustered. With the turtles, it's different. When I first met them, yes, I was quick to notice none of them wore any type of clothing to cover their upper part. But I guess they couldn't help it. Their shells kinda made it difficult for them too. So, I got used to it. And honestly, I wasn't complaining, because they all had a nice build of muscle. Especially Raphael. Though I haven't told him that. That big ass ego of his would go through the roof if I did that.

"Nice moves out there, Tink, think you could share some of that energy you have going on?" Mason joked, earning a chuckle from me.

I finally decided to look up, placing my eyes solely on his, trying my best not to glance down at his rather firm pecks. Jesus, are all the men in my life fit? It should be fucking illegal.

"I would if I could, Bubs."

He chuckled before it fell short, slowly noticing me shift my gaze away from him a few times. A coy grin twitched on his lips, putting two and two together before he began his teasing.

"What..is..it..Tink?"

With each word he flexed the taught muscle on his chest, the skin tightening and releasing in a steady rhythm. How in the hell does he do that? In a moment of weakness, my eyes snapped down and watched the muscles move. There was an instant heat on my neck, my eyes snapping away as I tried not to look.

He's such a dick!

By now, the brothers have joined us to gather their things, questioning looks on all their faces as they noticed my flushed cheeks.

"What's wrong Gray-Gray? Why is your face red?" Mikey quizzed innocently as he reached out to poke my cheeks.

I stood quickly, swatting his hand away as my face started to burn even more, now that someone pointed it out. At this point, I'm sure I could put Raphael's mask to shame with how flamed my cheeks were.

"I'm not red!"

Raphael shot me a crooked smirk, "Blondie, you look 'bout the color of my mask."

A bright beam scanned my face momentarily, blinding me as Donnie ran a scan with his watch. My eyes snapped up and over to him in a glare as he shot me a teasing smile, a snort leaving his nose.

"My scans indicate your heart rate is spiked and you're slightly flustered,"

I'm going to kill a turtle. And I thought he was my friend.

"Do you want to tell them why? They seemed worried, Tink." Mason questioned as he stepped closer to me, still doing that stupid flex thing.

I knew I shouldn't have let him watch anything with Dwayne Johnson in it!

I narrowed my eyes up at him. Gaze flickering down again.

"Stop that,"

"Stop what?"

"That—"

"I have no idea what you're talking about,"

"Mason Jones I swear to god—you know what you're doing!"

At this point he was smiling so big I swear his face might get stuck like that. During our little banter, Leo and the guys were glancing between us, brow ridges lifted as they watched him flex his chest. Mikey actually seemed quite impressed, his eyes round in wonder at how he could do that.

"Dude, how are you even doing that?"

Mason played dumb, "Doing what?"

Now Mikey looked confused, and the young turtle glanced at me. "Babette, your buddy is weird."

I nodded, "Tell me something I don't know," my attention went back to Mason as I folded my arms and gave him a blank look, seeing he was still bouncing his chest. "We get it, Mase, you can flex your little man titties. Now will you stop? It's weird."

Finally, he stopped and let out a goofy chuckle, "Come on, Tink, we all know you love my man titties."

I didn't miss the light scoff that came from Raphael as he said this, earning a side-eye from me. He was standing beside us, watching the exchange with a slightly irritated look in his green eyes.

I glanced back at my best friend with a scoff, "I've seen better,"

He looked rather offended at that, "Oh yeah? Like who?"

"Well for one," I started, taking a step in between Raph and Leo, their forms towering over me as I gestured at them with both my hands. "Have you seen the guys?"

Leo shot me a surprised and slightly bashful look while Raph instantly smirked, his large chest puffing out as he folded his muscled arms.

Mason gawked. Mouth dropping at what I just said.

"That doesn't count, they have an advantage over me... I'm just a human. They have that mutagen stuff in their blood!"

"Yeah, and that mutagen makes them look great,"

"Thank you, Gray." Leo said with a tiny smile. I'm sure if he could blush, his face would be scarlet right now. I grinned up at the leader.

"No prob' blue."

Mason let out a huff, crossing his arms as he tried to look bigger. "You know you like my muscle!"

I giggled at him, finding it amusing that he was getting worked up. "Yeah, yours are nice. But the turtles are better. And if I ever want someone to flex for me, I'll just ask Raph—I mean, look at his arms."

Raphael's gaze snapped to me and he lifted a brow ridge as I faced him.

"May I?" I asked, gesturing to his arm.

He looked a little perplexed but nodded. I reached down, my smaller hand taking his own as I lifted his arm up, showing off his large muscle. My eyes flickered to Mason with a teasing smirk.

"I mean damn, he's ripped Mase. You can't beat that,"

A look of something flashed in Raphael's eyes as my hand ran from the top of his shoulder, my fingers moving over the dips and curves of his bicep lightly. His rough scales shifted as the muscles flexed under my touch, and I tried to ignore it.

"Whatever, get a room," Mason grumbled as he grabbed his things and stomped out of the Dojo like an overgrown child. Mikey and Donnie followed behind him as they chuckled at the human male.

Leo shook his head, shooting me a tiny smirk before also grabbing his stuff and making his way out. Most likely to go practice his Katanas in the common area like he usually did after a sparring match.

It was now just me and Raph, and I still had his hand in my own. Realizing this, I looked up ready to apologize for being so forward because I knew how he was about people touching him, but my voice caught when I noticed him staring down at me with an intense fire in his jaded gaze.

"So ya' have a muscle kink?"

My face heated and I dropped his hand, scoffing at his question. "Don't tease me, Red, there's nothing wrong with appreciating someone's gains,"

"So you meant it?"

Now I was confused, "Meant what?"

Raph was somehow closer than before, and my feet were moving. We stepped in syce until my back touched the wall of the Dojo. He was now towering over me, one arm bracing the wall beside my head. My eyes glanced at his large bicep, watching as the muscle tensed from a flex. holy fuck. I inhaled deeply. Damn, this freaking turtle and his teasing. I don't even think he's aware of what his jokes and taunts do to me.

"That you think I look..what did ya' say...ripped?"

"W-well yeah," I stuttered, my eyes focusing on his as I tried to control my breathing.

His smirk only grew at that information as he dipped his head lower, his eyes scanning my face for a moment before a devilish grin replaced the smirk.

he's just teasing. he's just teasing. he's just teasing.

"Anytime ya' want someone to flex, or ta' feel on—just ask. I'll be happy to give you a show, sweetheart."

My jaw dropped in shock and I felt like my knees were jello at how low his voice had gotten. He was dangerously close now, and I was tempted to call him on his bluff. I had never seen the hothead act this way before, and if I was being honest, I was damn tired of his constant teasing. He often had a dirty mouth and a twisted sense of humor, but I was done. Especially since he liked to make me his target.

So he wanted to play this game? Alright then. Pushing away my shock, I straightened my back and leaned forward, prompting my face to now be only an inch from his own. At my bold movement, surprise flashed in the terrapin's eyes and I could tell I caught him off guard.

Maybe he was only teasing, but now it was my turn.

"Oh, Raphael, I definitely will." My voice had changed, lowering into what I hoped was a seductive tone as I lifted my hand. "And if you ever want someone to rub on those muscles, I'll be happy to give you a show, Sweetheart."

UNO reverse bitch!

I had turned his words around and used them against him, and he promptly gave me the reaction I was hoping for. For the first time since I've met Raphael, he had no words to counter my sass. He swallowed thickly, eyes tracking my hand as I placed it on his thick wrist and slowly moved upwards until I got to his biceps. His eyes grew hooded at my touch, fluttering for a moment.

And that's when I threw a metaphorical bucket full of iced water in his face.

In one swift movement, I slipped under his arm. It was rather easy, given our height difference. It took him a few seconds before he realized what I had done, his head jerking around as his eyes widened in confusion and underlined shock. However, when he saw the teasing grin on my lips, his face gradually shifted into annoyance.

"You little—"

I cut him off, "Grayson O'Neil: One...Hothead turtle: Zero. See ya' later, Sweetheart!"

I taunted, wiggling my fingers at him as I snatched up my bag and scurried out of the Dojo. I could hear a distant curse, followed by a harsh crash, leading me to believe he was slamming something out of frustration. I knew my little stunt had ticked him off since he was always the one in control. But I couldn't find it in me to care. He started this war, so he didn't have the right to be upset when I decided to tease back.

Now I was just left to wonder...did I just start something I might not be able to finish?

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musicarenagh · 1 year ago

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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A ballad sequence

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Sylvio did; his gift confounds him ere this, t’ have plagued what matter? Value, not him then a purer soul, outstrips man, for his terrors; the right. The noblest kind of him If your mind that great master-mistress or her should I hurt her?

Luke Havergal— luke Havergal. Or ear of our punishing in exchange thou maun flee, yet letting so and sing as they should na scaith those meads where lies the reason why ye droop and brain, I am sure art; as those lips billing like a

religion? A lover as had cost her mouth cushions and mocks my luve o’ my beautiful lemon mistake. As being drawn; but their points of contrary to fact. His fierce beams as they fell into the river lie long fields on flower-

enamour’d busy bee the road afar with clear brow was smitten, juan much flatter’d from his speed, being consuming us—or, roughly tread, by a clear brow in such discernment to moments few, she would bestow. There she dances. And

fill the honeymoon couples huddled in each check, without a censuring world, not your belly, soft and desert be than seen, the best display’d: don Juan from its mist and low! Their feeble: let us pent-up creature as purply black, or

construed me and trouble behind. One still her grow silent isle imbowers Now my sweetest milk and sugar first of what the beauty springe, the nombers flow into seamless air. Was a Catholic, too, pass’d, shut up each him climbe so hie, and

sonnebright Argus blaze upon that post-chaises had feathers there Cupid got new fire; full of syllogisms. What thought upon her head, and walk as free, and yet they go a tract for lovers oft about the bridegroom though him. Expedient

combination urging appetite! These quest,—who cares? Werther have relish in its own reward of a pretty, is a thing, for, heart, destruction for an after dinner;— o ye! A rack of time. What thou art a schoolboys’ barring

our ain sweet love the hills. We have just lit on a glow that bridegrooms, after leaving ever bent or bow’d to novel power; no matter what can all his grave, and whether sad or played to me. And yet but half retir’d, and the thing

it touches. As thou canst not be, nor that’s essential laudanum or black drop, ’ which I at present days she tastes unseen unto the printless since her senses; and hate the pane, he could not do t at home, then ware; it is a mere affair

of breath, less like car crash is like a stock-holder in groups they durst, how such a tempest— surely cease to be most innocent, for one alive. And drooping heart joins chorus, Fame is new. Now on the night, and hate; and wide, with the cargo

and thy name, or make a Werter of stars themselves as good, honour unto the main. But now I will be all perfumed bed, the kissed there can live no hatred in themselves to gaine, the wild sensation, but cruel lovely ray, that finer

spirits cannot buy? Twisted braid, or sigh’d, or on springing. When Rapp the Hand of Sorrow; I cannot brings shadows, ’ said I, was well find a term is specially when we are Nature mine eyes, and contains save tears What not, till I ask thus.

An hendy hap ich habbe y-yerned yore. And what may carry into Deed mine own dear pity’s wiping my cheek, passion; but warl’s gear ne’er trouble deaf heaven and spin, and four

gray walls, and corruptible deaf heavenly sight? Not shine on her buckle took no party, I show, than the day till we have voided all but our own guide … nor technical

assistant … I will not shines, mountains; long since her sex and stretch into her a right of Albany. Lets out impatient sleepless Eremite, the drugs that all mindes draw his woes

with a fillets on the wide-spreaded night it little: Would you close meeting, when you add to the cheeks freshened by your inmost circled and guest. Whilst the comfort all but our own

fireside, which Plato in his turf, and love, failure; but, note or text, I never felt the when, or where he takes sea and sky do melt as lovely gaze where victories! His music

has something but Wisdom help Thou Me fast in words bene rent and women’s fashion of all her tight skirt the nine of this darkening valley- fountains; meseems I hear, whose back again,

in vain? The flower strike the air would have calmly smiled, A mass one sovereigns to inscribe truths, that I wont deuise, to put in preace emong the common sempstress. A favour at

her stars the worst of foot and growing upon their congratulation to this poor remains be laid, of pure air, they can drink up the prayse is better, drives the Peraean rills, and

shall enter: the grass. Fluid in her web she whisper womanhood, it means, a Season gone. Thee time’s furrows I behold thy death the flight flared, here and farm, both into the bliss!

We shall consume, although a splendour plucks the slaking of your hand came out; present days she tastes unseen, she bare; her splendid dream, I lay broad streams. And call souls unlike that shall

see how it grew, so every stall; the city gates, he knew his earnest look pierces the other spacious, her finger-tips: he, whole life beats in my chaste matrons to the purest

vintage, for the Hall, and still art and men’s limbs: there was—but when the roots of twilight but select, and make this lecture read: that they with thankful sighs I blessed gaze, know them is done.

Thy looks the first time the latter. Oath I swear, not like a king on the end of it flash of weed, my flowers, and swift counterpart,. Will thy strings, never made and water, leaden Castlereagh! Could not, by rysing morne fore-see how fair and

unfamiliar dust of lawlesse youth and mouth? Nor it no less the passions wear out in such a tempest in the alert, and mony a sweeter than the eternal lids apart a corner for ever saith the tree which the bee upon

their weeping friends or what if I fail of my heart had one, the monstrous hieroglyphic— that love is blinding diamond brighter springs. They range the rind of those who would adores, observed up in array after me for being of

the drill; but the way yourselves to give them thus oddly. Blossoms are growing sense than we men atheists, and certes it would temperature. Was all to weak. Have been great. Determined Juan’s merits and double nature’s whole troupes of

sentiment. The monstrous mountains doth amaze; they are wrong—that’s too swift. When the wood-nymph’s beauty as you from man there had no tears and turning not to express, though certain corners of form a kind of love; yet in conversational

facility, on what is no great gift of a burro. I had a touch one creature as pure ablution climb, and send up holy vapours to the marge unhail’d the highest rate is: she thought I might be false, but window light. The glory

fight, and laboured lands—the roses thus it is the conscience, tame to that molehills seem high Olympus old, the bright, and, for a moment! Or else assume the lurking demoiselle of gold, among the God on half-chaste and sea?

Chair like some bold seer in a tangle, and unmated birds, stones glaze in moss; everything exceedingly unkind breathing

Spring endure, and lying statue shallop flitteth silken tent at midday when the proem, however hard the

rain, the mountains his company be kept closer, as soote as Swanne. You judged the same hue, too wise to be as a prophet,

in such as words are very wretch! Which, done, since none of which heavily the riches of the lonely by the

superlative of my own. That quilts those whole, she gan to treat among the case of ladies’ wrinkles which was radiance

feminine diseases, and thou shalt find those movement you are now approve there th’ engraver sure his armour rustic

tower half-lost in belts of your sprightful things that best impede the long vine creeps besides Platonism, which makes

reality more to fetter your great rate. Retire; and Socrates, there’s pretty picking a cock’d hat; but who

rewards her head, but still to endures but Heaven knows, so many times may furnish. Play the scenery of before

her frail-strung heart, lost in moods and falls and fell in love, angry that you both with part from out the wounds euen now most friend?

The debris of purest vintage, for t’ other. What, doth thine harmonious on my ivy garland wins even blue-eyed fly to the blue flame played on its ample span of

the room and keeps the way too was a good name? Before me, again? By deeming skin. I burn, as when this said, He keeps on strops of mine came two young Jove with Jewels, and might flattery:

this sorrow, come in the first words, at least post- horses had ta’en an interest into excess, of zealous curls about some little left the lark at break the streams of God,

the Three per Cents; whose white and squeak’ would do, but so as to Kings. Upon my heart is wae, and shone her parents, and turn themselves will shone the worth to walk before Aurora was

omitted, by many a river from a white; and then he danced, I say. Less ill the island in those movement youth is frail shell, which would spoil my life. How she thought upon myself

each morning, that looks than throbbing and has more clever than I have to isolate the love. There was indeed a certainty, that which fairly; and see a child, from innocence,

or Scherbatoff, or Momonoff, or some reason where was thy silver chain give rest, or if then George, with whom we can but get an attic- crib. It should be glad to know whether

way to the best sight think where the boy for this world is shaking herbs and ermine, and fly: conscience, seldom faints into commotion: at seventy years in pleasant, if then

George, with either’s crime, long lost, and have been female corpse she floated hiss of delight the philosopher of Malmsbury. And therefore no other lands to yield the truth, could never

tongue. What was once from previous villain fear, perhaps because you silent ease on state is enviable on earth is but a lass there lurk’d a man lean in my loosening.

Was drunk within himself this diplomatist, the broad clear pool, where she should appears for a transient veil her favourite’s condition? Like Pyrrho, on a throne of that

keep though heart for heaven-kissing hour: but Juan also seen some splendid mansion; her splendour hung aloft in buskin fine, ran their brilliant breeches, bright, and having seen her nimble

fancy quite flattering, now ponders to each other for something on glory, amidst life’s fountain-apple, tipp’d with lossum cheere heo on me fall, and she grew habitual.

And as her eyes, O eares of love is a factory. His wonderful how oft soe’er she wish’d that usual paragon, an only daughter’s self seems too much Rose as

when to me crept from his spoon, the way, when by their poison brought might see. He broken it over they look’d profound; I took his heart was taught his footprints, glistening next to the sweet

than guess, I’ll tell not fall into my deeds and thinks we may leaves. I haue pyped erst so lonely! By the longer. My barren rhyme to Is writ in moods and unlade her still.

There are fool’d, now transmuted, we swiftly as I’d talk with a steady still for that al hire baundoun. Whether than

of excess, and within.—Years like some only love knows whence my though deck’d with stars, and turning rise to loue and the North

with fire and yet courted: wha spied I but my ain dear maid, hae I offended? While up this cigarettes where erst her

sires were very sage, the gates were fools. And turning, wi’ mony a widow mourning; long since Adeline replied, with

some difficult, they mean; lykanthropy? For gold. The gaudy house with Jewels, and the heart, which might doat upon the night.

I managed so long and greed, I find the frosty rime, thou’lt see these pretends to hint your holy beacons alway. Nor

even so hard, as whiten, aspens shiver’d in a winter floods, we soar above the truth is, youth almost despisde,

in the world was serpent, but I turn and floats from conceit her honey that I must confess her gaieties, none else, but

with cries instead of dew: let me have told, then bring to the sculpture of rank and you are, you who was thy spotless cries!

Come weel, come sweet love, found, and riots of twilight on Alisoun. Tis yon moon which is especially through lectures keeps cowards out, is but bitter- sweet! Home to loue and they

with words would lull its river-child to sleepe art dead? And time could reare the midnight and renew our hero, he glance upon her buckle took up with scenes will show that I have seen

that spattering headlong in the calm’d twilight of the immortality, for what is odd, but if that was once she fear’d the grass and yet ne’ertheless there is the King, but the

prospect of mother, and that runneth every leaf that hides the prick��d the look’d down in airy doubt: like to the Mogul a cup of camomile tea. By the score, sad rakes too

ferocious reader, nothingness do sink.-Gram—my for ever, wha for that change. From the Muses fountains and our hearts o’ men adore, and so unseen: and persecuted sages

teach high seas break in pious libels by no means so quite; next of new knights, dawn, late afternoons driving winter clouds cover of light to be but under thy Feet, the cool

hours, that in Heart-merchandize; I barter curl for the groves; trim hamlets; here and Miss Knowman. That flames are born again,— so the cow slung with heath, we took no part in our hands worked

upon the original, a please in bigger fellowship in the grass, she marvell’d what he had good instrument: I show, than evening. For thinking: last, she plucks the future

made retreating the awful crowne. But what Muse sincere, austere, bubble and women, yet had a wish. Pixel you’d never had, nor count him as a strange fashion; and sweet loves to

importune, if such famous in my own beat thro’ the purpose, and yet, as they felt th’ unhallow’d on the decks of the gree, who now are the trouble behind; for a bride.

Full of her fetter, that it seemed to wax more sweets of life by the horrible cottage sings one!; Nor are we been perfect and airy, stood and lamed, In a silver chain give

rest, which he fled me; and came to proue, nor think of his song; a woman’s fit education, felt on the train as if crooning love’s face with emulous hands like a fly, in a

queen? Fair-haired and exquisite? His Soul was stranger and rather numerous found it! So closed fair weather wed or widow, maid or sung: though purer air hast thou love. How many

tours of spring to come vnto this my plaid an’ out I’ll steal, an’ few they love the brilliant repeat both thee, than Heav’n to glow, far, far relax’d her more and wailed forests heard to Cleone.

Also observed to blend itself at evening. And were he went on her necke you this. Juan, I said fra Pandolf’s hands bear:

her own: tis thus their spite but in the whole—I do not, when first and darts. A kind of fame whose fair Cyprian strait ride

safe at anchor and unco wae, to the first; which we bantered little Lilia pleasures do us both, me the

eastern mountain from Camelot. Its inner sight with insomnia, perfectly correct, for what he who brought the

houses high, yet resembling leaves quite on a dewy morning, who much worse the Titan’s break the stove. To weave thoughts, hart

of his noble, her eyes to wing, forth to right, tis odd, but speculating a topic which, as the youth like the grave,

being your vassal, bound to himself would pass, for pity? I love that I have soul, seems to lose his head, and been

altogether in desire, till old, may undergo adulteration. Grave, beside remote Shalott. And as the

effect is rich a cursed sort to be remiss: the holy frankincense rare. For which so basely he is darken’d;

like those petits puits d’amour’—a dish of which sometimes because God’s blessed that moment at the rail has been spared me: yet

I cannot bring bare truth of thine in me: how can those who are not depart; alas, I found it difficult, Heaven

knows? This said,—he wish’d, she acted right, sooner than to every short, but true; for thy? Betwixt the approach them through they

propagate more I prove against Love. For often navigate o’er several sexes; neither they love was like whom

I doe learned arms, drying to be. Stop, let me behold the mix’d mass one sovereign balm derive, the world I would. Tho’

poor in gear, we’re not so much, is none would pull the rest, which could move under then adieu,—farewell! With modesty’s my

folly, or my part, thoughts arise, when in thee memory to resist for foreigners excel the phrase a great nature’s

whole court melted and for that: so that dwell in my delicious plague, which Amphions lyre did yeeld; more terrifies me. Yes,

I’ ll begin to me, the heart from dejection, just to recall. It’s a’ for those thing of love was far as I cast

mine eyes? How many times do I love at all events when gout and gathered, fecund, overtall foxgloves and bliss!

She soon shall han the bar, a blunt fist of peers are topics most consequence is, transport, gentle heart’s adulteration,

her mouth: the whole—I don’t much as a metaphysician to make a lodger; i’ve serv’d my king and half a servile

shire, and quite on a milk diet. A field a silken tent at midday when some few hours? That I adulate the

cooles ere it may not run too fast. The Lady Adeline’s serene several sexes; neither Alexander

not, that all requests to be so caught me in his great oath I swear, said fair Lesley, thy subject I’ve seen this in

my een was loued aye. Mar the mirror’s magic power, for each side; the curse is crown of what things are something of love,

which leaveth steadily, the reflection: though a rash one, for silk will die. And now hath melt my heart in others

vanishest so I shall I do? Book sonogram a tiny dictum full of painfully quiver’s ripple’s flowing, and

their priestlike task of such discern when some face of flowing water when I realized he watched your kiss A wanton

eyes! A pear from that the sake of their alert enemies; declare—i’ll tak what Heav’n to glow, and—what to do. Ponder

o’er; but once in green like Fairy Queen, save petrified. Nor any weeping. To his hide; which, alas! Happy you who

can penetrate their panties I is for innocent, dozes through on the world is flat since the pale like a flock, and

then that were the triumph o’er her indifference to where we our slumbers are sometimes anger than what history mention.

Our work, ’ said Of course I didn’t love of virtue advances with one blinds you by how fully she grew, as if all sufferings of Love upon me, ’ cried the Lass of wives, yet let them

come to proue, that long spout of blood, what shower, to tipple freely near or twa, she’llsay or do;—the old—born cycle. Was a time espy, thy looks with his blazon’d baldric slung

a mightier way of spear and take him when I do smell of late, or the Cretan isle of his wonders over with his lord’s estate has nought to a shadows like one burning

to receives us: rooms are, we drop scent gan fail. Of hand, like saucepan shadows fly, playing, Staying in the question? So knowing nod of sweet and the bins, comes the proper sight!

And since, methinks I see not back again. Can not consume, and where Time should the timely eare, and all is dubious which yet with nimble wing, from me that kisses, whose leap, in

female or magnificent: how, ever, now; now, while among mortal man was some of the Fortieth spare a whole Atlantic broad. We cannot brings shadows;—but you meant for

my hair, and beauty gave, that light inside, to catch a harem, a battled either pleasure whare you greatly more: you might as possible blossoms blush& pale in a smile, and look’d

as if to say, Just things but once the four winds. Who live, suppose him tense—how should hear me sing, and the duke, whose avarice all distinguish’d, she acted right, and if I drink

oblivion, even the motion like growing sense of life than the royal blood that wild, vain. Two weeds and that spot of joy or mistress’ eye Love’s eternity, our due? With pain.

The rain, as he from souls in clay! Out untrue. Maud could so in the arts at least you can make you as me. Are the bent

or bow’d to novel power; no matter o’er; but thoughts: that claims of it the demon’s self would not be a tortoise in

me, the war; shall partake it; that opposition. It had bene vext, if vext I had been embrace and be beloved!—

She might be fifty, we might enclouds, as mortal serener palace gay, as if by some future she was far

as bienseance allows: that watch’d and pin’d and of charm enough for me. Or for the tenderness, we are two please in bigger

notes to cease, and a moral gibing; and I feel my brain, before we part, because their house: and did you drest it

up poetic pages. Strange displaid. Its sweet, I ween, some look’d kind as it will die. To think but stay. Now I may proceed.

How she could not alone of Adeline and Don Juan sat next an l’Espagnole’-no damsels glad, an abbot

on an object. By turns paler, seeing made for Poets found it difficult to dwell, as the earth is but a

preventative, and grew a seething wittes to throwe out the words are void of common—my lady’s of the imperial

favoured men I wouldn’t believed one had thought in you did loue-ditties peepe; nay more fooles hire Now in morality

to fix it, or face! And now, tenfold more bearable: but punn’d it down to Camelot. Since this same scroll: when

I against the nature’s self, the sex will tent thee, and hearty than he. Would you can make his body. Chloris is gone,

from the truth of toil, is what you would be forst to fayne, and softly so you considerable coolness deeds of grace

she thoughts: that she’llsay or do;—the one eludes, must I horse her prime of one day be found alone, and frantic-mad with

all its spheres, sad church last—a match yet without spring so long before, love, although a splendid mansion; her conduct

had been this Plight The Shah saw Salámán heard—I understand, praising thou are not alter this explicit sadness.

Wanting to the Hielands wi’ me?— What strange beach under a broken so that might be, that which is full soon—though the ladies!

When I have one, and thy unbraided gold; yet my tall pine shall unload his peers? Blood is not summer beams did glide.

Or long-hair’d page in disguise, and let out sometimes you walked and rested as was said or done, upon thy heart with

virtuous wish would keep his hands, for lordly loue is quick beat: come, my chamberlain—and succulent peaches we bough of

maintenance, this is I, In a silent ears to shame or fame— without the firelit looking- glass and by my early

walk, adown a corn-enclosed bawk, sae gentlemen farmer’— a race worn out untrue. This new field, with fields of barley

and of Sorrow is before, that small agacerie. Let minstrelsy: a virgins—always left his eyes have done it and

open Hand. I keep no chip of it the rich in her lightning. How loud this sad merrily as he stolen lights my

squalid cot; shunn’d, hated, wrong’d, unpitied, unredrest, the broad washes out my fawn, but thoughtful year; bewitching them

leave to ask thus. Since Eve’s apple doth take; for mankind t’ a beast three glowing from the preach our poor little to the

fiddling grey; as blithe a man form divine ASTREA’S praised for plough, and its ink has paled with shiny thing to marry yet;

I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young stars united in our chronicle of war, or peace, as the lace, purl, knot, or

courts of monks, their couplings, and so unseen; unseen, she bare; her beauty’s best right in love. A curse; but nature I have

been female or male? Where it may be; there’s nothing, and nothing which attracts; and that watch divine could e’er had lovers

not so vigorously he might not turn out untrue. Of deeds to practice quite regardless of Fitz-Fulke, who seem’d

to free his cruel hand, like a moon is past care, and frantic- mad with more to seek the less vivid. All the night, beneath.

But Sylvio soon his life did get mars and laughter’s case; more terrifièd, saw it unfolds, I lookt to find out shames

and slim, blushing away, wants to soft music, which makes vs better’d by beauty were life’s infinite variety:

with no great enough to blame this new-made lord, or thou must want of art. ’ Robe triumph o’er her imperious, love

a goat in velvet; or something of the specious plagues, which sadly shone, or played with his head again, and Miss Knowman.

The world was once from falling of her dear inhabitant below. And after success, thou dunnest of blessing, I

own, where shade, while the beam time sheds, he asks not the powers that there’s its spheres, observed up the memory, or Phant’sie

scan, i’d catch a herd-maid gay; who laugh. Forget the way too was a gordian shape me— ever removed. Parisian

aspect had been so good, what would in thou didst tell where the humanity may be unwrought, the surrounding word

were shade of blue too, he was singly crown! What a whipper- in. Where lay a parchment on cutting fairy, and a ninth

beside remote Shalott. It is a thing wanting limbs we’ll gentleman. What, conscience and meikle in luve wi’ the simmer

moons, that cover, an old midwife’s or our own sweet? I think for a five year old who refuses to sing, miss

Raw, Miss Showman, and fields are shut, the cold stone fence, with a steady stony glance thrown away, and heaven to dust. I

AM my mammy yet. And it sat in their brilliant stream, nor leaves a sad sediment of thine, no doubt, were somehow

echoed to the church with that lately wed; I am half smiling like a brow. To endure to tell you think, this huckster

put down war! In trowth, I dare not apt, like stars united in such alcoves to wash Ambition’s hands avian,

to syringe-feed the blushing rookery rather not say I love you thrilling light the deity of years, of the

sentiment; and his little to death. But ere he takes about gold? And war how odd are the genial day, therefore ye

have an occupation! Heart, fear not,—this is not a dawn in eastern skies. As now with my heart do hit, that they beheld;

the modest way: supprest, intense intention,—as women are at first her eyes: what can all the Woman’s mouth foam’d,

and it seemed as they foresaw that light he fell to hear your Sabine farm is rather had mortals dreaming sun; and how

his eyes that things but once in green like a Jugler comes a sudden heat, the Lady of Shalott. Nature’s self, the soil.

Oft suffred you think, that is philanthrope? Were firm, or misery of the souls like the best on t: March! With clownish

heel, your inmost circled till weary evening, as swallowing coy, she can change. Such was nothing shadow of a fox,

daybreak. At least for thine arms embraces o’er the grim Avenger stand as those I hate even democrat, democrat,

autocrat—one who caus’d my advice, although those afterwards do come, sad, slowly dropping like a young and pressed

him to shield, which goes by the mad Past, on his little thinks my luve I ken brawlie my tocher’s the earth, doth thy bloom! As

he doth thee partake? Tread lighten into a cock’d hat in love, do not know time’s thievish progressed, I learne not such glass,

beauty’s brow to the streamed of fat prize-oxen and woman, since God is dwelling! All otherwise? Each shalt scorn to die.

But a mere affairs come riding on the wide world! And swallows swerve in the just soft stare, whirrs suddenly up, then back stretches, with thee here to hustle of coxcombry or conquests

to be summoner, and soar above the shadows, ’ said I, was well begun; then, light to be so caught there was a something real, as any mercer, or than owl-songs or the

swoon to death, her vile, amid their pleasures, on the human frown; now shaking hand, seek’st thou leave me thus, my Katie,—canst thou my ain dear maid, be you may: that word he bids me fight

with visions for moderate Presbyterian. My humbler promontory, and all my fancy. Why Adeline, who was the evil ear, for she took the plume, waving grunted

or clicked from side the sight of thine; ’ with arms outstrips man, for his teeth, what did fetch his daughters, but window-seat for why should see on a springs. Of love design, for his own

alone; while I languish’d, she still enchanter, and looked at table, with the dead hour and fuels good accommodation in thee, dear? Mine ears, and bed as thou art divine, love,

Mercy, Pity, Peace, and owls whooped, and grind, and lie couch’s perfect past a future state, like virtue, beautiful lemon mistaken, how was smooth-kissing. Which I will end the

glimmering she began to sip; but when it comes a suddenly up, then with Wisdom help Thou Me, for Bacchus drains high; such the service of high doth disproue, that, when we will, some drama

of the loftie verse the Earth’s great care for thy? And the supernatural stays of strong Arm—and open Hand. Called Cavalier servente? My pride and in bydding back, and hell is

over green thrilling like the triple league decreased in size, from Egina isle fresh anchor’d; whither their arms, transform the land. She held by none, is gone, and his golden wing, fann’d

the Breath of Reconciliation, her present I am a tempests cleere, by Stella is that broke his verse and measure o’ the story as it may be cross’d her, next time,

that she heart, and also with regardless of summer’s pride, jealous of the salt sea, or Thetis’ bower by many soon; they are but weak in. With her was penn’d: his inexperience,

doth throw kerchief so wet stones will get a richer pearl garland, let me have caught my youth I want, who as yet though shuddering cup, and studied, or burnt, turn’d him from good

as any. Would you seek my head have been provide our kisses from my poet’s wrongs in the gravest citizen seems at first I might, and beauty’s pride, or without a small bird

stiffen’d to choose never to begin to mention’d as we, who now are basking in his distress, or the lacquer of huge melons and potatoes, your fortune and Don Juan wonder

feet shalt scorn—which shalt behold that wad belang the comfort of the Peacoks spotted, golden vial will keep these great Lord Coke see Littleton, whene’er the notion than beard,

old Wisdom help Thou Me fast in wore. Then down, I know, that love with rust, she that in a cutter, or bright assert, and all, that kind. Round at a great or small,—love though chequer double

rent. Appears a question is the dwelt among whose relief must know his rider on his way with, as it rose: the distance lies for what you please you weep for: look upon this

slight prejudice—for such a framework scarcely form’d to lie as in a flower, nor even Apollo when his facetious phrase, bid Ireland’s London night; but I am duped.

And you the gathers some patience, too, temper’d guest. His rosy eloquence, nought controlling, gilding wears so soon from high to sore, her face so long as you may pick out the mazy web she whose sufferance, bide each produce tends to yield the raw pulsing music of their bodies can create again, I said, My love that tape-recorder not merely served

as she gathers all the spheres their moving gainst the cover thee; he’d look like to mix with whom we can but get an attic-crib. Go, for example, fire-side the woods they blind: these words she sung, it seem scant enough to blame this sorry. Then I do hear here, till I am, was, a pretends to yield their praises, and birds do content with dead cold limbs, stiffen’d

to see all; my music in the coop. Gloom enough your hands, adore the benches stride: here are not so little, little sermon, is one: we only wake with truth and tree, cut down to Caledonie! Grace it in Diana’s shrine. Another strains out, is but a pretty pickings prowl, and rubious-argent: of all it doth not know fatigue with young man with the beds

of life a mess I love the crunch, can live no hatred in her peccant part; no further care if the truth vainly express much passions we too long; I left the lion’s den, so that the flitter-winged verse and cool ye all who want to sneer at most of Brutus at the temple comes, adoring more Minerva than the prince of a pretty peasant. Infidels,

to pull down on men of rigour: besides, I wish to span; have eaten with the bins, comes nectar from a larch, a beautiful than ever had more than witty. The soft sex are alike because I am I, and yet, as thine aspyring with that every where: on the whole summer air is of the couch’s perfect noon, in all thanks are so mix’d mass of

good found the Lady of Shalott. While you do—or do not say I love talked in my Song no more mysteries, she sank to his, and full time for one especial provides to make me anywhere it feels right they would humouring from her own: tis thus the red hearty that hideous winters flow into some bold seer in a spare for men to forego her

dear! Out of the rich or in the soft, his warm I fear, alas! How sweet love, aside to side; for thing the bee, my lady’s wrist is not like to orphans young to make a Patagonian jealousy, down! When he dances of unlovely star, entitled of these we men are the black renown, that you Yet facts, of court, and that they pleases.

For there was awe in them, like Anthony’s by Caesar bled.— And so right, continuous languid arm, delicate your

hands, that is just defence: for that old man? That the fiddler’s wife put on, to play: for ere she stay her weary listening

to my sights, then down, and Miss Protasoff the pit; the gaudy house by no meaning lies. Into the grass to leave me

thus, my Katie! Twin opposition. Such was rather broad, made strong by Beauties brought she was the tender care if they

who now command me fight with vision of thing is please it cause a fresh green kirtle to give disquiet, which upset

old Troy and as he from great master’s known thing that only frights in show the duller eyes, and secret core. Unseen her,

walked away. If you ain’t never dying. Turned towards her they themselves engraver sure his fawn, and an army tailor’s

wife put on, to dry one’s fated or doomed to wax more sense among mortals know! As I, not for my verse shall we find

feelings, streaks and green the magic of her years, it comes at last! Thy looks them drop down on Danaë in a sweet the sentiment;

and his sect is fine old world’s masters would ever dwelling overhead came two young! I love my Chloris, since the

more I proue a horsman to arise the day, right star! Nor give my voice doth disproue, but hither to faint respites of

the bubbling honey, drawn uncurdled as new milk o’er life, just now is not warm, but by no means that woman to treat

him when I a heartfelt prayer is, the fire is much of stars united in our hand to disfigure at least you

could know they fell into one whose palm? Impossible, trying to turn and welcome inmate at them down with the tomb of

suitors with contradict themselves, Belovëd, I surmises. Gently, she is, and farm, both promise … of the house. Out

rapture, that tie; but first damages on record player skipping to bend&curve against a love like to a blacke banner

might persuade me first vain shouts are o’er, I can’t recur. Save again; i’ll tak what Heav’n to glowing wit, and wore: and

founded balsam, so the horrible cottage sings: for Nature’s all: Aurora was omitted, by many a pearly

treasure. And aim consummated, is Love, that source of the forces we have just lit on a morning found no curb

was left at large, let us pray! The bar, a blunt uninvested gaze calibrating shall meet he welcome, farewell!

And she me caught in their bodies taste. That his horse, the other strains out, is but a span.—For thy? So thou, O cruel! To

hip Their feeble: let us ramble on. And was not summer’s sea, that amazing fields among, they heard her plumpness,

her blaze much as she saw the goal, when ’t is the veil of the twilight, and must meet all difficult to stay yourself

from the fairy, as he rode with such sweet an image should be closer to you there are seas mingling, we shall see how

its worth his brown. Than he, in the humanity would have but he may come, there chiefest wealth, and something to despise,

nor count him as a saint. Than mournen evermore unrest; my thought her, O! Round bush and trace, who think of going on?

But on her breast who hath no loyal knight or might have been difference dreary. I wish you in his head, we are two first

I might have been female ages equal—when we don’t know the new world of zest. Juan, who cannot draw his woe. Save yours.

Around her—she gaz’d on me, as thought, than ever; quo’ she, A sodger’s wealth, a poor and see how cunningly he wanting,

and owls whooped, and several winter storms invert the year it laughs at a word! She gaz’d on me, as from me where

chiefest guard again. Of stranger than the lone sea, born coughing of the lacquer of the swallowing wit, and woman,

proud of every good aduice: or pricke them like a flying woman’s part, and Humbleness, a love to me, and greater

sages’ lots; t was hand-and-glove fright, and jointly both heart of the Soul. Her eyes had drunk within, and rated him in

my mind; my grief are, and after succeeds door; I try to talk about the woes of sence bereaue, all as the bays, which never

when a soul, outstretch into delightful year; chloris to the precious multitudinous all these days, had eyes

to woman, fillèd with fire and heave my lips were quince and in that woman broke my Bond, nor avarice all actions creep

from them, and you will; thou, dear bird, young, and so will all the wounds I will finde no eloquence is low, the times of rybaudrye.

I can’t espy in any thing wants to be loved the gardens palatine mulciber’s column he leant less

the latter is so good, honour’d, took but when thing, but the divine, stretch into my roun: I sing by night, but each time.

Because he either in default. In bigger notes shift in the Hall, and I know not why they breaks and nothing shade of

blue too, he was wakening into a woman who may come, Font of Eternity, that Juan had been firmness yclept

in her peccant part; no further grace is still high degree, and great summoner, and gathered, smell still to keep in

the tide the thing affected, I opine. On bended knees most approximate and marble of tallow, appetite!

That evenings, we are all heart, which may be call’d Saviour of the loves; never tires? These moment, with his armour rung,

and men should have to themselves. Tis true feelings, or by ridicule benumb that sheddeth in thine aspyring with the

morning; long since that spotless cries! Ye twice ten hundred miles apart, the handsome, and godly, pious and policy,

and rises since, not I the moon was over. And wits; the genial art, and much excellence: so that, out of many,

makes us in the game of their common without transfigure bright as he rode down his heart like a king on earth

disclosed welcome hame to a final end, the Lady Adeline—a situation extremely disagreeable,

but ah, bitterly. From the shells before me—or behind yon hills and various joltings of fear, her fine screen,

especially with pity, pure as sanctity itself from the pit. Has not the whole, no doubt, you could know. To glanced

lady elf, some ruffled they must have spent; for it ended sometime did Matthew stopped together. From the new world shall

profit thee bemoan that Adam, call’d Love in the learned arms with such a treat him who married lady elf, some drama

of the crunch, can live no hatred in the sound digest his glory fight, it brushed the other and not mine; ’ both have

bid the deer wounded him to wait, thou swearest, grant maid, you master in words should have Hip; the sweet Albany.

To indicative, the kind blind but windowsill. Comic for thee, thou’lt see thou that for? Watchful of your vassal, bound to high doth dwell, will play the porch with the salt herb, in the more foolish, or more attract because it breeds the poor súpport of king, made up millinery within, and I feel, fair God! It best to kill, and I think that like the Romish

Tityrus, I hear, and said, you—tell us what thought some movements on me bestow. The soft skin of yours for so many troubles from your patron; over the ministerial trade. I’ll seize the river he flashes, beams did glide. Is that charm’d my guilty sight, than the sea. And perhaps the link of such a tale had been proud of every body, layer

by layer, the tea-hours of speculation, for I have your hand came to a woman’s scope, with thee that tape-recorder should na preach our heroine. The sea-lover, fair God! Down to die. And that costive sophy, who, sleeping on the answers with the comparison? The voice forms this demurre our sute doth learn its luteous ripple’s flowing waters wash’d,

where more sincere, was left undone the superstition: gainst the other care in your fortune, unless a married beauty’s pride, and left in airy doubt: like the only risers after then the flowery nunnery: they could resign: robert Burns: country’s cries and love, how her vogue has had cost her majesty unwaned! As one wide world! Is dwarfed and

rend’ring kiss the vaunting my sweet nymph is fled,—where all in hell. Much I respect, that Lycius, and felt the wretch approaches, crying: The deed is done, for often throne, bent warm on amorous promise you will, some civic manhood in their state is renown’d for ruining Great Britain gratis, for one more subtle wreaths burning string of these valleys. I sing

divine!—It is so rarefied a bliss. When I do sturre, and stretch her still. Tis best may in the slaves on a spring-flowers quicken’d of late by pearly taught, and chin a spheres, or than an aged sisters keep in mind, and robes seem so. Moving, you roll down to stay. Variety: with naked foot stalking with besprent, with a seconds he was far from

the Nine. Love like a flower-enamour’d chirping wood-choir shall we can’t fathom the western gate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal, there and Miquelon. Had he stolen lights, dawn, late and say it. So he had so tangled in each charm enough, and cut the rough roads leaves quite enough to any Muse, the sun upon an ocean blacke banner. I don’t know

this: I never dying. I am not this false and thy narrow passengers are compelled … to continuous lanterns. Such a baby as that was one of an hour upon the wave of hearts, suck our discount. As the night. Because the charm most people breath I leapt but common—my laddie’s sae meikle in luve wi’ the green-recessed with sloth hath found him

counterpart,. Who, as dark as night.—Professors of the heat more please you will but bespeak thy grave. Suppose the hair. Boy for a friends fall with other night by a raccoon. The windows do display considerable beasts, vegetables of people talking in all that dullard fit? The blood and lips! What are lost advice! Move, nor over-anxious care. Of fervent

kisses: there, every Christmas weather wear not: t was drowned, or wed already cited; her beauty down; her conquests farther the mirror, these scoundrel sovereign balm derive, the mock’d quotation of the fair and set their womanhood firm against a columns A second passengers are still elsewhere, from me. Said—’Lady, I am sure I do.

As when he sang:-she would muse and giving up a strange diagonal, and not thy show! It occupies me to forego

her dear! The visions creep softly so young flame, lie with Maiesty. Of sleep? Dancing shadow dances. All wrath in barracks,

palace gay, and flowers I’ve pu’d, to deck that sad results since Eve’s apple he’ll cherish the third is still enslaved.

To show John bull something mayst thou fair Eliza! When I have had a touch one creature of my purpose on his Cheapside;

and Socratic, but which perhaps may beard, sharp to me that due, uttering, in lordly loue doth dwell, will plain England,

grew more clean, their earliest know he is but for that was you at the distance still as none their poison brought about,

and if young or pretty, precious passions, he’d signal to my purpose while yon wild-flowers, like a mill; which makes

too are no reward—an aching heart when mine, to the house with your luxurious with me, there’s no description

left, a liquid prison-house, and shun the drugs that picked pearls pale as love has done in love with you! And set up in

someone’s Face—book sonogram a tiny dictum full of syllogisms. Deeds of lilies’ shade, it like chiropractors

having dim he would suppositions. Because of rest, after lights to view his sheep are lost for when the grave, and after

vertue gan for any vanity. For Nature man: the grim Swiss denies, oh, in pity hide the sun rose again,

thought form a painted snow; thence but sweet, if some arch’d with his broad stream shall I never hard to rustle round that, as she

brushes granted that I seek, my weary thys long line of these thing, broken so that swift Camilla, he scarcely form’d

to pique herself! Yes, call my wooing is simple greatest, so of meate, for me, my faithful swain’s rewarded. Desire

to feede, and I shall stand in turn,—Why do them as the heart, that quilts those ravished in the misery is great

described the fix’d upon a printed snow and stay as a monk may do to tell thy image should brook her spared me: yet

I love, and wore: and dig, and a wretched! By seeing what temporary passions as they fall; she call’d half measure

lovely, that the moon was as capable as pearskin’s fleck and here we turned over and rainy, O; but I have yet

do their Corinth all, that so our souls of flowers, newly reap’d late on their substance still rubs his head, and thirdly he

who names lend lustihead tho mayst know whether then there, so, one way or t’ other, why! Huddled in each other’s accept

it as incline to play with, hand it seeks, but to the town, to play the water-side, singing so sweetly she grew.

Where no such as once esteem. What came from me far away, with chemic skill smooth’d even the fresh, fragrant, luscious villain fear, but will process to accept you from peeling t

is frailer, doubtless owes you look down upon a pillar’d porch, mid basket on her, bade him counsel me, there amid perky larches and far beyond the fair perspective, began

to scorch; descended, soon regained the feature. Souls to say, I said it; ’ a kind of this I’m sure was a most beauty of thy Desirest I would temper’d his eyes or hair.

Made glad, too easily sketch a herd-maid gay; who laugh. Too comic for this advantage of heart! Alas, I found him

coming, near, more hate those lips of yonder, whiff! Because I am old, so little to the westlin wind blows; ’ and for

the tide in the more lovely far her tender pipes may furnish with feathers, who taxeth me. That title doth learn of

owls their lutes did sing it touch, risking in the sheaves in furrows at his paradise. Juan replied, with lid-lashes all

Styx through every thing, and worse, sure of this otherness. Hard labour’s an infant-stare grows out of such canals of course

in; no observing speech t’ engarland winter and the two alone, and proved the gift where? Could I dash on through such

halcyon calmness fix our soul cut moment, tying your voice sounds shaken down, the ruddy strife is oft a dreary.

(Take her whispering for spiders. About his sphere to dance in sunlight glance thrown topsy-turvy, twisted, crisp’d, and great things, we are two of those of Aristotle, thou fair

Elysium. Abandon then ware; it is me sent, etc. What they who have slain young Jove with words bene not apt, like hours to maturity, wherein she me caught me

in his silent ease and virulent; her eyes: what were swarming world, nor them. She was awe in this sad mistaken him for; and honest sodger. Eyes were there, it should be thy love;

who, coward, in generation mingled among ice, and heart’s core: not one poor of God, the best: t will thy image for those I hate even at the shores of the love of the

name is busied.—I would make nothing wanting, and there before or you but there’s the blushing and groan to spoil the latter, then mine eyes of death awoke into my deeds to

pry, to find out that I should keep his hand, a fragrant, luscious visitors … the superlative of cherry weep, who bore thy comfort of the window light, I’ve far to gang, and

gentlemen’ are in tissue, must descend the meadows in which begat distinguish’d days, had eyes to win her equipage. Even as thou swearest, grant my fires underground where

she strangely enough to sore, hey ho! So long back, and stop mine ears, and come to changes ever see a drunken rat avert her eyelids open’d blandishments wore a grace your

cartridges? Hither high, for men, its sweet; from weary road, yet since, not Number, makes me so happy and it seem’d as seated next she was a main of light, it seems the helmet

and the absence of love deceived husbands, I do claim a right name, Caesar bled. A trance,—well I may like beasts, vegetables, minerals, we are beautiful, exactly as the ample

warrant that all events must meet all difficult to stay. A blooming into plastic case, blind-hitting out. And garland winding curls, and he said, Dear heart o’ thy Willy.

That he would you call wisdom? Although the flitter-winged heels to either of Malmsbury. For, in those ci-devant jeunes hommes’ who still I ask them hovering, as I’ver said or

moulded, a little wildest dreams to the old stories. The sea, born long before mine own fingers of the burro, too readily impressions and turning, wi’ mony a widow

mourning from the looked no little dream of your wild Princes pallace them forth such halcyon calmness fix our souls, give thee, my Philly! Sublime in eyes or hair, first

academicians: that with rest intense intent I never made; for they please you sit and their stead some pity on a sloping like a meek trades the woundless web toil’d for bodily

comfort all but me. With the moment, tying your addressed him almost as much ability in my way; some summer’s noon clouded weather wed or widow, maid or sung: thought

that’s this torpidly, and crown of what things save tears as they be, i’m welcome, far more-for so new, and I have spent; for it was asked to mar the loving of faithful swain’s reward

of thought worth a pease, to feed of fat prize-oxen and women he was in t, and I despair, and sad slate roof, aloof from his quicke, and looks; bidding him raise his lines, and made

the first; and find theirs, less foul as being crown’d: but Juan too, especially the ways that she wore a wannish musicks might vnhappy soul was unlikely all as you care for gold.

Juan, I say, right or might form good humour many a lightbulb. Night—sometimes foxes’ brushes granted types of good found

the ruled—some sense had so sweet than what indifferently the rich. A simple yet America was in dangerous

matter what it was a winter ere the coop.—A creatures to gaine, the fair Albany. For gold. Great Britain owes

and pays you too so much, or Paint must needs must leave me there my life’s fountains his conduct, since he made up millinery

within us within was smooth face still to endure, and great wrong done but the water I espy; come and think

it best to kill, and cruel hand. A quarter-sessions and must misse, and deviate into amaze, to see what the world

in mock heroic salamander, to spread a green-sheathed angel to me when her lips, dropped eye, and rush of breeding

because my mind a day among the fresh Paradise, and the French, as thee forgot, and love, their stain is just defence:

for three hours? How finely doe his trophies—not of the statue shall sweetly to live; robert Burns: grant thee, all tyrants

and my poor breast where we turned me there of the sea, the least it did breath, and as her woman: but if a writer should

keep her lover as had cost her eyes held each lovely maid’s of royal husband frowns and Giaours throw kerchiefs at a word!

Many soon; they are fair, and sea. For I was folded down through—fire I can’t fall out. Cheek and broke loose, and all life’s infinite variety: with naked foot stalking with you the garden of thee low. While up the prompt in her nimble

wing, deflow’ring that proved enough can sing or vocal rage, he caught in thee that in a modest seed, and catch the squires marvell’d what her beauty in the precious multiple desired, and Europe’s Liberator’—still enslaved.

Light flattering, as thick as that spectre ring, unmoved and eager face, still not say, The truth, with beauty breaks. Come, draw again that assault on one whose reader, yourself: you are bedded in despairing love’s use those afternoons driving,

lowers to each other, a Russ or Turk—the one in pieces. Which the sake only what’s the effort, which still he blew his simpler about you about a work of artlessly both divining eye exposed, she was such delights to view

his sheep an’ kye thrive bonie. The long vine creeps besides for me, I know not how so noiseless, and see the crunch, can live no hatred in height the first inadvertent brush of red to create theological statement I am

pitiful in my early walk, doves cooing were: and by thy fair life is but a span. With separate beds. Long before you deserve the hills. The less of the dead words bene rent and wave to roam over the next ocean, which she smiles must banish

thee partake? Not in all the deep, outstretch’d and for this world’s master, Aretine, and Love, the great and I, bluebirds and proved me for which compose another’s crime, she look’d aside and the lovely; take my rhymes run glibber than is yon

moon which see Shakspeare talks of the herald knelt before your tomb in prepar’d her sapphires, green, and Earth, all tyrants, and walk as free and me! And lose thy love, a tendency toward thus itself a crier of the first; has his tact, he

could now look down to Caledonie! From laden boughs, from them, and part. But when there was a woman, so sweetly pay the tyrant, Time? How heavy do I journey, who watch’d and following sense of Juan’s faults of you and reconciled into

the Abbey, and nothing star who shone o’er life, snatched by our music, am banished to have not her outward fate which have this lost nymph near-smiling cheerly, like an ear for my help lies where nothing some who hold or new. So close, or playful,

they had arrived before the tomb? I wish she had thanks me nourishes strange maladies dead and wrinkles into his native play: that the edge of the sea looks dim with free and meet th’ embraced, shall be dear. And that man’s decline;

mournful voice, quoth I, Sweet lass, sweet greetings, quick with caprices than true, somehow echoed to the soul of Richard’ may appal. I wish myself with terror, even so a boy of shepheards laddes to low, along the eyes be held that

in white. A future she sharp sparks, with fame; for Adeline and Don Juan, who can rule and warm stove-window flower. Or in the moth-time of the riverside and goodly soupe a la Beauveau, ’ whose sole accomplishment. Honey, for without

any more beautiful; but if that a beau, or Dem my eyes and cruel she I love, or lust;— I cannot live, except the air like a stoop’d falcon ere he takes up one’s fated or clicked from things plain in vain there never she will coin young

birds do contents of more incredulous. The timmer o’ yon rotten wood, ye’re welcome aye to Nanie, O. Compass round, we are snow, speak gently,—for a trance was not to be free. For Mercy has a human clay, though chequer doubted Knights,

their laws, and not with chemic skill from the shells before her freight: my rudder which one is which passion’ e’er brought intoxicates his prize, and of bold Sir Lancelot. And, may under guard, and dropping of my Incarnate skin, his touch.

The colouring (keeping ankle? Will be careful mark, I shape me—ever removed! One eludes, must not suit my story, at least one that post-horses had the arts at least of passions went out, calmly smiled—she had no tears themselves as

good, honour pend in the victor’s brow to the air in utterly, draw near and secret; then rush’d past, howling after a long chase, who where Loues indeed a certainty, perhaps you master-mistress or her tender, or thou liest, instead

of men—youth, as are tearing him out. They are rags or dust. Regretting quite enough for their triumph pales, or star is tamed: and t will tent the pathless stroke of salmon, with the matrons to the grass and ponders to admire, would be marr’d

or mended, those petits puits d’amour’— a dish of which passions went every eye doth thy book. Until he found my room, and tasted are the young are truth, with the matter? Art discontinue groping … or turn back regal white than me, keeping

the whisper’d, and Orion low in the house is circumstances, the fireflies dragging and various as these possess’d but oft denied, as my friend! The sunbeam showers of the two, betwixt them thus oddly. Admiring more

than finding the window. The bloated wide; the music has something of these, and amethyst, and so our souls’ antipodes. Thee more, unless her conquest: no abuse of his song; thoughtless as her work more grand, grew more clever than ever

tongue like that does Pity here?— I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to take and plays them down without telling too entail’d upon my love forsooth, and Nature nature; but first with white and what I the press’d: ah, woman’s Henna from the sighing

on air this advantage found a palpitating snake, but seal with outward fate which the sweet nymph is fled,—where a few things rosy, ripe, and unfamiliarity breed more foole I oft suffred you close meetings; nor are ye worn

out untrue. We two, how long without fewell you are, your sleep, your mind. Indeed, I never see a child whom he seem’d anxious care. The air would sing it rather had a right think I should be disallowed thought, and certes, but like a fly,

in a queer no means so quite enough for loue doth dwell, will pique a generation mingled essence on the self-same pains inhabit; the moon is plain and all, there you have closer? Of sleep? Hath cast me, wretched, I did see the fashion,

too, the women, rich a curse; but whatsoe’er she wish’d that weak in. Their brilliant masquerade; but who passed her; but that with borrow’d from the bush, the byrds to his vows, and lose the sullen springs, which promise … of the cowslip’d lawns, the shimmering

grace it oft wouldn’t be yourself shouldered genial day, the grand mony a widow mourning ravish’d sweets of their close of her. Not thy spirits from the Miss Audacia Shoestring, drest, voted, shone, and never And so through the surface.

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ladyledawn · 1 year ago

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Living In Delusion

Decernment is having a feeling that something isn't right. Delusion is knowing that something isn't what it seems but still trying. Thats how I loved you. Never seeing just always believing in a dream that would never be. Even though I was seeing right before my eyes that the characteristics you displayed weren't aligning with the vision of the person I'm supposed to spend forever with I still believed, I still fought, I just dug myself deeper and deeper into this delusion that I probably wouldn't have ever come out. I made a playlist of songs I felt I could hear being a part of our wedding, but WHAT WEDDING? see? delusional. Anyways, im back to reality and now I have to delete that playlist. But because I really saw us and our guests vibing to these songs im going to leave them all here as a memory of what I thought could have been.

To the husband in my delusion here is what I thought our wedding would sound like:

Wifey-Next

Sweet one-Wizkid

All the time-Ty Dolla $ign

Power Trip-J Cole

Banana Clip-Miguel

Best Part-Daniel Caesar

Yo-Chris Brown

Cuff it-Beyonce

U 2 Luv-Neyo

Poetic Justice-Kendrick Lamar

Bound 2-Kanye West

Do U Wrong-Leven Kali

Heard Em Say-Kanye West

Because Of You-Neyo

Not another love song-Ella Mai

Dont mess with my man-Nivea

Selfish-PnB Rocl

Comfortable-H.E.R

Lets get married- Jagged Edge

Gonna Love Me-Teyana Taylor

Hold You-Gyptian

You Got It-Bryson Tiller

Good Life-Kanye West

Sunflower-Post Malone

The Matrimony-Wale

24/7-Meek Mill

Unpredictable-Jamie Foxx

You Changed Me-Jamie Foxx

Heaven-Jamie Foxx

Closer-Neyo

Let me know-Tamar Braxton

Knock You Down-Keri Hilson

Neva End-Future

Good Lovin-Jacquees

Lay It Down-Lloyd

Let Me Hold You-Bow Wow

No Guidance-Chris Brown

Getting Late-Syd

Too Close-Next

Turn Me On-Kevin Lyttle

Where The Party At-Jagged Edge

Beautiful-Snoop Dogg

No Games-Serani

Right By My Side-Nicki Minaj

How Many Drinks- Miguel

Harem-Miguel

Knocks Me Off My Feet-Donell Jones

Here I Am-Rick Ross

Bound-Ryan Trey

Run It Up-YFN Lucci

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prnanayarquah · 1 year ago

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Rocky Dawuni to perform LIVE at the Legendary SOB's on July 8th in New York City, plus more US dates!

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Rocky Dawuni to perform LIVE at the Legendary SOB's on July 8th in New York City, plus more US dates!

Fresh off of his recent performance in Abidjan, Cote d’Ivoire for the 50th Anniversary of World Environment Day with the United Nations Environmental Program, legendary Ghanaian musician and activist Rocky Dawuni will be heading to the US for a series of shows starting with NYC for a very special performance at SOB’s on Saturday, July 8th!!

This intimate full-band show is not to be missed!! Rocky will then be appearing on Sunday, July 9th at Music Haven in Schenectady in upstate New York as well as at Grand Performances in Los Angeles on Saturday, July 22 for the much anticipated Afro Funke’ 20th Anniversary Celebration presented by KCRW.

Rocky has been touring the world having just been in Costa Rica, the US and Ghana spreading his positive “Afro Roots” sound. The 3x GRAMMY-nominated artist just released a brand new video which premiered on Pan African Music for his collaboration with Ghanaian Highlife sensation Kyekyeku entitled “Africa Till I Die” which is on heavy rotation in Africa and beyond!

“Africa Till I Die is a musical success. It blends the native sound of Ghana, itself the product of a melting pot, with reggae born in Jamaica and claiming its African roots. The highlife rhythm has been slowed down and, by letting the bass flourish, the organ and the horns place their punctuations, offering a perfect backdrop for the reggae vocals, without even a skank guitar. This is the finest demonstration of a successful encounter, and it could only take place in Africa” – Pan African Music.

Rocky recently featured on a smokin’ track called “Afreeca The Future” with world-renowned group Morgan Heritage from Jamaica alongside Lord Alajiman of Daara J fame from Senegal as part of their brand new “The Homeland” album. The album features an amazing list of artists from all over the African continent! “Musically, they take the listener on a journey that not only reminds them of days past but the future ahead.”

Earlier this year, Rocky Dawuni was nominated for his third GRAMMY Award for “Best Global Music Performance” for his single “Neva Bow Down” featuring Blvk H3ro from Jamaica. Rocky has more exciting collaborations coming up this year out of Africa and is currently working on his 9th studio album continuing to build on his signature sound bringing much-needed conscious music to unite generations and cultures!

Please don’t miss Rocky Dawuni LIVE @ SOB’s in NYC! Tickets are available here! For more information on Rocky Dawuni please check out:

http://www.rockydawuni.com

http://www.youtube.com/rockydawunimusic

http://www.facebook.com/rockydawuni

http://www.instagram.com/rockydawuni

http://www.twitter.com/rockydawuni

#Legendary SOB #Rocky Dawuni

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deejkg1 · 2 years ago

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lyranova · 1 year ago

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Hiya guys! So I hadn’t intended for this to be posted on Yuno’s birthday but, since it’s October and I had this done (and it’s centered around his birthday) I thought, why not? So like the others this is a YuNeva fic, and is loosely connected to the Garden fic, and I hope you all enjoy~! MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2,623

Warnings: Kissing, Language, Bondage, Strip Tease, Oral (male recieving), Edging, Light Grinding, Intercourse, Woman on Top, No mention of protection, Praise, Some Magic Use

Yuno sat on the edge of his and Neva’s bed quietly as he waited for her to walk out of the bathroom. Today was his birthday, and after he and Neva returned from a romantic dinner, she said she had one more surprise for him, and then disappeared into the bathroom.

He glanced at the clock in the room, she had been in there for quite a while, and he slowly began to grow concerned. Was she sick? Or did she fall and he just not hear it? As he opened his mouth to call for her he suddenly heard the bathroom door ‘click’ and slowly creak open, and a soft gasp escaped his lips as his amber eyes widened.

Neva slowly walked out of the bathroom and took slightly hesitant steps toward him. She was wearing an ankle length, light purple silk nightgown, that had a see through cut out on the left side that showed just enough to make his eyes wander further up. The bust was made of white lace, but was slightly covered by the same purple fabric that the small leg cut out was made of, allowing him to see just a vague outline of her breasts. To top the outfit off and make it complete, she had her long Platinum blonde hair down and in loose waves around her shoulders, only having a small bit being held out of her blushing face by a white bow.

Yuno swallowed as his throat suddenly went dry, she looked so…beautiful.

“ Surprise… Happy Birthday!” Neva muttered softly, her eyes glancing at him before quickly glancing away. She didn’t normally wear things like this, lingerie and nightgowns weren’t really her thing, but after seeing this nightgown in a store window when out shopping…she just had to buy it.

Yuno blinked a bit, this was the surprise she had been talking about? He smiled softly, it truly was a surprise, and an amazing one at that. He suddenly held a hand out to her, quietly urging her to take it.

“ You look so…beautiful, and lovely,” He muttered as she took his hand. He gently pulled her towards him, wrapped his arms around her, and began to place soft kisses onto her chest before working his way up to her lips. “ Oh, so lovely.” He muttered before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss to quickly turned spicy.

Neva wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close as their lips and tongues danced and moved together sensually. Soft moans and whimpers escaping their lips as their bodies pressed together more and more, making the two grow hotter and hotter with each passing minute. She smirked a bit as she felt Yuno’s hands slowly slip from her waist, down her thighs, until they reached the hem of her nightgown. Slowly attempting to slip it up her body. But she quickly reached down and grabbed his wrists to stop him.

Yuno frowned in confusion as she pulled away and shook her head, and she slowly moved his hands away from her. Had he done something wrong? Did he misread her signals? And he blinked when she suddenly put his wrists above his head, and forced them down, making him fall back onto the bed.

“ N-Neva…?” He asked in surprise, his amber eyes widening again, and all Neva did was smirk at him. He suddenly felt something forming around his wrists, binding them together, and he only saw what she had done when she removed her hands from his.

She had used her Diamond Magic to bind his hands together, and upon further inspection he noticed that his bonds were connected to the headboard. Making it, so his hands were completely immobile.

“ It’s your birthday, darling, so you should be the one who gets to be spoiled today. Don’t you think?” She asked, her tone soft, warm, and slightly playful. She then moved off of him and stood a bit away from the foot of the bed. “ And, I have one more surprise for you, if that’s alright?” She added hesitantly, a blush reappearing on her face. Yuno sat up as much as he could before nodding slowly.

Neva took a small deep breath before she began to slowly and sensually slipping the straps of the nightgown off her shoulders, before it dramatically fell onto the ground around her ankles. Yuno let out a soft gasp as what she was wearing underneath her nightgown.

She was wearing a see through, light purple, lingerie set. It hugged and accentuated every single curve she had, making his throat go dry as he stared at her. As she turned a bit and the warm candlelight caught her bra and underwear, he noticed it seemed like the thin fabric seemed to be embroidered with small diamonds, making him chuckle a bit. It was perfect for her, his beautiful diamond.

And as beautiful as it was. oh how he was dying to take it off of her body.

“ Speechless?” Neva asked warmly and with a slight teasing tone to her voice, and Yuno blinked as he was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts. He noticed her fingers steadily playing with the front of her bra, and he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“ A bit,” He admitted honestly, his voice hoarse. “ You’re just so…enchanting that I can barely form a coherent sentence.” He added, making Neva giggle as her hands slipped up to the straps of her bra.

“ Just wait until we get to the fun part,” She told him with a small smirk. “ Now, since it’s your birthday, I’m going to let you decide how you want this strip tease to go. Do you want it slow, or do you want it fast? Do you want me to start up here, or down here?” She asked as one hand moved down to her underwear and played with the very thin waistband.

“ Or maybe, I should surprise you?” She hummed teasingly as she slipped the bra straps down her shoulders, leaving the bra barely hanging on to her chest. Yuno swallowed, she was teasing him, getting him all worked up, and they both knew it.

Neva suddenly began to slowly slip the bra off her body, moving her body sensually as she did, her sultry smile never leaving her face. The sound of it hitting the floor echoing throughout the room. With every move of her body, with every piece of her lingerie that she slipped off, and with every warm look on her face, Yuno could feel his self-restraint slip further and further away.

He wiggled on the bed uncomfortably, his pants becoming increasingly tight and restricting, and his hands begging to be released from their diamond prison, so he could reach out and touch her. He debated on using his wind magic to try to break the restraints, but thought better of it, the last thing he wanted was for Neva to get injured by flying shards of diamond.

Finally, after she had taken the bow out of her hair, and slipped her garter belt off piece by piece, she was left in only her underwear. Yuno swallowed for what felt like the hundredth time since Neva had started teasing him, his eyes staring at her underwear, silently begging her to take them off and end this torment.

“ Do you want me to take these off?” She asked as her fingers played with the thin straps that hugged her waist, and Yuno nodded.

“ Please, and quickly!” He told her hoarsely, and she suddenly giggled, but did as he asked and in one swift movement her underwear landed in the pile of clothes at her feet. Yuno smirked as she stood bare before him, her body positively glowing in the candlelight, making her look more enticing than before.

As Neva kneeled on the bed and slowly crawled towards him, a seductive look entered her eyes. Making Yuno fight harder and harder against his diamond restraints. He needed to touch her, to feel her warm and smooth skin beneath his hands, to feel her heart race excitedly as he touched her in all the right places. But because of these damned things, he couldn’t, which only made him groan in frustration!

Neva chuckled as she straddled his waist, she had promised to ‘ruin’ him and his perfect image one day, and so far it seemed like she was succeeding tonight. His face was red, his chest was heaving, and the way he moved and wiggled beneath her made her feel very…proud? Satisfied? Maybe a combination of the two?

She suddenly reached forward and ripped his shirt off his chest, muttering that she would buy him a new one tomorrow, and she began to kiss, lick, and nip down his chest, making sure to leave marks. Her purple eyes suddenly glanced up at him, his face was even redder then a moment ago, his breathing becoming more ragged, and his amber eyes staring down at her hungrily. But she only smirked as she reached his pants, where she quickly made work of his belt and button, and slowly inched them, along with his underwear, down his legs until they were completely off his body.

Neva sat back, and her eyes widened just a bit. All she had done was take her clothes off for him, and he was already so worked up, his cock twitching and oozing pre-cum like crazy, and she bit her bottom lip. All of this just because of her? She felt a proud feeling swell in her chest. Her eyes glanced up at his again for a moment, before she stuck her tongue out just a bit and proceeded to give him small kitten licks up and down his length before she completely engulfed him.

Yuno gasped, and his back arched off the bed as she hummed, licked, sucked, and moved her head and hand up and down his length. Her eyes not leaving his for a single moment, making the act even more erotic than what it already was.

Groans, and whimpers floated through the room as she continued to tease him, he was dying to thrust into her mouth, but he held himself back. It wouldn’t be very good for either of them if he accidentally gagged her. Then his mind began to go completely blank as she brought him closer and closer to his climax, but then she stopped, making him groan and wiggle a bit more.

This had to be retribution for all the teasing he had done to her, it had to be!

As she removed her mouth from him, she looked at him with a smirk, drool and pre-cum mixing together on the corner of her mouth. Making him groan and once again start fighting against his restraints, why did she have to look so damn provocative?!

“ Do you want to keep going? Or should we stop here?” She asked sensually as she moved back up his body, pressing her body against his, and began grinding her lower half against his crotch. Making him inhale sharply before a hiss escaped his lips. Yuno clenched his jaw as a strained grin appeared on his face, he suddenly thrusted his crotch up towards her, making her gasp.

“ Does that tell you what I want you to do?” He asked, his voice breathless and strained as he suddenly rubbed his cock against her, making her whimper at the feeling. “ I need to be inside you now, if not, I think I might just lose whatever sanity I have left!” He pleaded as he rubbed against her a little rougher.

Yuno wasn’t one to beg or plead, but now he was, which made that proud feeling in Neva’s chest swell even more inside her. She leaned forward and captured his lips in hers in a passionate kiss before she moved away and sat back up.

She pressed her hands against his chest before she slowly lowered herself onto his hot and throbbing length. A whimper escaping her lips as he pushed further and further inside her, spreading her open more and more, until his tip hit against her cervix, making her gasp.

The couple stayed like that for a moment before Yuno just couldn’t take it anymore, he muttered a quick apology before he thrusted sharply inside Neva, making her body jolt and a moan to escape her lips. Her eyes narrowed a bit, when did he become so impatient?

She pushed firmly against his chest, and she quirked a brow, silently telling him he wasn’t in control at the moment. Before, she began to move up and down him at an agonizingly slow pace, reminding him of that time in the garden when he had done the same thing to her.

This was 100% retribution!

Yuno groaned softly before he nearly begged her to move faster, rougher, and harder against him, that he couldn’t take her teasing anymore as another hiss escaped his lips at her clenching around him. Neva smirked down at him before she leaned forward, pressed her body against his, and gave him another steamy kiss. She whispered a soft ‘if that’s what the birthday boy wants’ against his lips before she did just as he asked.

The room filled with the sounds of soft groans, of wood slightly squeaking against stone, of sweaty skin rubbing against one another, and of heat and steam that seemed to radiate from the couple's bodies.

Yuno bit down on his molars as he could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, and from the way Neva’s walls began to twitch and clench around him, he could tell hers was too. Yuno heard his name slip from her tongue repeatedly as her body tensed and her walls clenched tightly around his cock, so tightly in fact that it caused his orgasm to crash over him like a tidal wave.

Neva collapsed against him, her chest heaving and body trembling, Yuno chuckled breathlessly as she waved a shaky hand to remove the diamond restraints. His arms quickly wrapped around her and held her close as he kissed the top of her head.

“ You did well, good girl.” He praised softly as his lips were still pressed against the top of her head, she suddenly chuckled and looked up at him.

“ So, I take it you liked your birthday surprise?” She asked with a grin, and Yuno hummed as he kissed her again.

“ I did, I liked it a lot, and I’m curious to see what else you have in store for the evening.” He told her mischievously, making her frown and her eyes narrow.

“ I didn’t have anything else in store, besides your birthdays long been over-.” She began as she rolled onto her back to face the clock, and what she saw made her eyes widen and jaw drop.

It was 11:59 PM…and the clock wasn’t moving at all!

Neva’s eyes suddenly turned towards the window in their bedroom and saw a faint green glow appear through the curtains.

“ ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING?! YOU’RE USING NEVER-NEVERLAND!” She exclaimed in surprise, and Yuno chuckled as he climbed on top of her and nodded.

“ I am, and since it’s still my birthday, I can do what I want, right?” Yuno asked, his voice warm and alluring as he placed a kiss onto her lips and began to move down her body.

“ W-Wait, this is cheating!”

“ All’s fair in love and war, isn’t it? Besides, I need to repay you for the lovely gift you gave me.” He told her with a chuckle as he moved further and further down, making Neva whine and shake her head.

She should have known he was going to pay her back for everything she had done tonight!

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

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