#ares is a bi disaster

[duskyourlocalowl]

I finished their relationship chart! I probably will put all of the relationships, sexualities, characters, and roommates in on big post. We'll see. Anyways here it is! :)

[lgbtqreads]

any suggestions for queer books for a junior high school library? there's a book order coming up in december and i noticed my school is severely lacking in queer books so i need some ones to request. in particular, we're really lacking in books with transgender and/or bisexual main characters. (also, i'm in the south so books that have been targeted by bans may not be available here)

Absolutely yes. The ban-targeting is definitely a challenge (my Cool for the Summer is actually a great fit for this but may be an issue for that reason), but let’s see what we can do!

For trans main characters I think are a good fit for that age, try Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas, Zenobia July by Lisa Bunker, the graphic novel Cheer Up! by Crystal Frasier, Val Wise, and Oscar O. Jupiter, the upcoming graphic novel Girlmode by Magdalene Visaggio and Paulina Ganucheau (upcoming as in 3 weeks from now, so it’ll be out by December), Mask of Shadows by Linsey Miller (genderfluid MC), The Heartbreak Bakery by AR Capetta (agender MC, transmasc LI), The Passing Playbook by Isaac Fitzsimons, Spell Bound by FT Lukens (nonbinary MC), Most Ardently by Gabe Cole Novoa, I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver (nonbinary MC), Self Made Boys by Anna-Marie McLemore, and The Borrow a Boyfriend Club by Page Powars. (Those are all YA except Zenobia July, but I felt like that one might work for older tween readers in a way other titles might not, just because the MC’s a hacker, which is cool.)

For bi main characters, some of the above also fit (I Wish You All the Best and The Borrow a Boyfriend Club come to mind immediately), and also try Cool for the Summer, Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan, You Should See Me in a Crown by Leah Johnson, Wish You Weren’t Here by Erin Baldwin, Running With Lions by Julian Winters, Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli (Imogen is newer and great but not sure if college visits are as interesting to junior high students?), Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzales, Hani & Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar, I’ll Be the One by Lyla Lee, The Disasters by MK England, the Emry Merlin series by Robyn Schneider, The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee, and They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

MAKING A POST ABOUT MY OLD PJO OCS LESGOOOOOO

Arlo Cannon

they/he, child of apollo

kind of a dumbass. this boy is only alive because of sheer dumb luck. he may be a half blood but you will have to pry "oh my god" and "jesus christ" out of his cold dead southern hands. he can play a few instruments and sing kinda well but hes annoying about it. he once wouldnt stop playing megalovania on the piano to annoy the other apollo kids. has a mental breakdown if he has to think about his feelings for more than thirty seconds.

Maximillian "max" Maxwell

they/them, child of ares

insecure about being insecure. dresses like a lumberjack. will kill you if you call them maxmax. bi disaster. my friend once said theyre giving man on tinder holding up a fish in their pfp vibes. wields an axe. they're 4'8 and yet still manage to contain the rage of a thousand suns.

Sullivan "sulli" O'Malley

she/her, daughter of athena

weird little trans girl. eleven years old. much like an owl shes strange, wise, and has a wide eyed unblinking stare. shes very much an athena kid but first and foremost shes her fathers daughter. aroace icon. homeschooled. has a fucked up sleep schedule to the point of being pretty much nocturnal. thinks camp half blood is weird and would much rather be with her dad every summer. autistic.

Quinn Evangeline

they/she/he, child of aphrodite

thinks hes alot cooler than they actually are. aromantic. loves to give love advice thats either really good or ends up crashing and burning. dyes their hair blonde. holds a grudge against her mom. their mortal dad is married to a man giving them two dads. has THE BEST fashion sense. thought he was a lesbian when they first realised shes not attracted to men.

Cameron Flores

he/him, child of hermes

quinns best friend. the day his executives start functioning its over for you all. gay disaster in all directions. acts and kinda looks like a tiktok fuckboy. often gossips with quinn in the back of aphrodite cabin. quinn made him swear not to date any of the aphrodite kids. devious little fucker. i hate him/aff

tagging @daggerhobbit @possibly-astraeus @fakevariety @o-kye

[jacob-the-human]

Ares as an autistic Bi disaster with a special interest in murder

[the-land-of-fire-and-iceland]

are you a bi disaster

ARES LET ME GO AAAAHHH okay okay dont listen to them okay okay? I’m not!

[bionicle-ramblings]

More humanized Bionicle stuff because I left a few things out of my first post and I have a few thoughts to share

I went into detail about how Vakama looks, i.e. hair and eye color, but I never did that with the other Toa:

Nokama is the second tallest after Nuju. She doesn't wear heels, it's all natural. Her long is dark, enough for it to shine blue in the sun. Also following her OG set design, her eyes are an orange-amber color.

Since Matau can't exactly grow his hair out, he dyes it and his natural roots grew when he was given the Toa Stone by Lhikan. His hair is also a constant mess because he has helmet hair. People are surprised to see his red eyes, but Matau says it adds to his charm.

Onewa either has light brown hair or dark blond hair that he ties back in a ponytail. Has the most riveting blue eyes in the team and he uses that to his advantage so that he wins in a staring contest against Matau(because I firmly believe that he's bi and a disaster sometimes)

Nuju is the tallest. He knows it. Despite sometime spent in the sun, Nuju is a little pale. Actually, he's VERY pale. His hair is white as snow and his eyes are such a pale blue they might was well be white. He doesn't smile a lot and it shows because he doesn't have any smile lines on his face.

Whenua is the shortest in the group, but don't be fooled. He is still a tank, he is a walking Boulder. The man is nearly solid muscle. His hair is basically an undercut with the top being box braided and he has to untie the braids and retie them when he bathes or showers. He's got very green eyes like Vakama, but his are slightly more vibrant. And they're like a cat's in that they glow in the dark, which the others know from first-hand experience because they've either awoken to seeing Whenua's eyes only or they looked at Whenua at the right angle when it was dark.

With descriptions out of the way, time for shenanigans!

In an arm wrestling contest, for fun and games, Whenua, oddly enough, won against the other Toa. Matau and Onewa wanted a rematch, but Whenua, to pull their legs, told them not to hurt themselves and wait until later

Vakama and Whenua need to be reminded to go to bed because they're both used to staying up late

Nokama 100% does yoga. The others have tried it and Nuju, Whenua, and Vakama do partake in doing it. Onewa and Matau tried, but Matau cannot do it for long because he prefers more active activities. Onewa just doesn't have the best balance

Vakama and Whenua occasionally braid each other's hair, though really it's a "them" thing that developed because Whenua got just out of the bath and asked Vakama for help rebraiding his hair. As they were braiding, Vakama asked if the braids mean anything, like if each braid is a number of rahi or bit of information in the archives or if each braid is a year Whenua worked in the archives, but Whenua just admits he has them because it gives his hands something to do and he doesn't get any wispy hair in his face. When asked about his own braids, Vakama admitted they were from a friend and he held onto them for sentimental reasons. He totally expected to be picked on for it, but Whenua only told him he was lucky and, as a half joke, asked Vakama if he'll have more braids as he worked with the other Toa Metru. Vakama was indecisive, as that would mean growing more hair and braiding it, but he wouldn't object to it

When their boots get damaged, Onewa looks for new boots while Vakama just fixes his, and it shows because he has had to repleace the string of his boot, had to sew a hole shut, had to fix the sole, and put some new metal in the toe when the old metal gave

Vakama doesn't smoke, I don't imagine any of the Toa Metru smoking, but if Vakama did smoke, he'd essentially use his thumb as a lighter. If anyone's getting cheeky or smart with him, he'd flip them off as he lights a smoke. Well, anyone but Nokama, who would be on his back about stopping because he's not helping himself by doing it and his lungs/filters are already gross from breathing smoke and fumes all day, so why is he making it worse?

Matau is 100% someone who would walk up to one of the other Toa Metru and say, "Pay attention to me." Very cat-like behavior, but the guy wants love

Vakama doesn't fully remember getting his scar from the Vahki. The others asked what he did, but he legitimately has no idea

Something that's absolutely a thing between the two of them: Matau will lay right on top of Vakama or lay by him, what have you. It's a win-win thing for them both; Matau gets really warm, and Vakama gets a comfortable weight on him to calm him down

Because I have cats, how they'd do with a cat: Whenua would let it chill on his shoulders, Nokama would have a new best friend and the cat essentially becomes her animal companion, Matau is shape-shifting into another cat and playing with it, Onewa is the guy who didn't want the cat but falls in love anyway, Nuju is indifferent about it, and Vakama is very, "What do I do?" towards it because it honks at him whenever he's making masks to calm down and lays on him because he is a living furnace

This is just in general, but their eyes change color when their 'mask powers' are activated. Nokama's eyes glow blue, Vakama's glow red, Nuju's glow white, et cetera. Whenua's just more of a lead-y silver, but still

[teqful]

How-To IT

Topic: Core areas of IT

1. Hardware

• Computers (Desktops, Laptops, Workstations)

• Servers and Data Centers

• Networking Devices (Routers, Switches, Modems)

• Storage Devices (HDDs, SSDs, NAS)

• Peripheral Devices (Printers, Scanners, Monitors)

2. Software

• Operating Systems (Windows, Linux, macOS)

• Application Software (Office Suites, ERP, CRM)

• Development Software (IDEs, Code Libraries, APIs)

• Middleware (Integration Tools)

• Security Software (Antivirus, Firewalls, SIEM)

3. Networking and Telecommunications

• LAN/WAN Infrastructure

• Wireless Networking (Wi-Fi, 5G)

• VPNs (Virtual Private Networks)

• Communication Systems (VoIP, Email Servers)

• Internet Services

4. Data Management

• Databases (SQL, NoSQL)

• Data Warehousing

• Big Data Technologies (Hadoop, Spark)

• Backup and Recovery Systems

• Data Integration Tools

5. Cybersecurity

• Network Security

• Endpoint Protection

• Identity and Access Management (IAM)

• Threat Detection and Incident Response

• Encryption and Data Privacy

6. Software Development

• Front-End Development (UI/UX Design)

• Back-End Development

• DevOps and CI/CD Pipelines

• Mobile App Development

• Cloud-Native Development

7. Cloud Computing

• Infrastructure as a Service (IaaS)

• Platform as a Service (PaaS)

• Software as a Service (SaaS)

• Serverless Computing

• Cloud Storage and Management

8. IT Support and Services

• Help Desk Support

• IT Service Management (ITSM)

• System Administration

• Hardware and Software Troubleshooting

• End-User Training

9. Artificial Intelligence and Machine Learning

• AI Algorithms and Frameworks

• Natural Language Processing (NLP)

• Computer Vision

• Robotics

• Predictive Analytics

10. Business Intelligence and Analytics

• Reporting Tools (Tableau, Power BI)

• Data Visualization

• Business Analytics Platforms

• Predictive Modeling

11. Internet of Things (IoT)

• IoT Devices and Sensors

• IoT Platforms

• Edge Computing

• Smart Systems (Homes, Cities, Vehicles)

12. Enterprise Systems

• Enterprise Resource Planning (ERP)

• Customer Relationship Management (CRM)

• Human Resource Management Systems (HRMS)

• Supply Chain Management Systems

13. IT Governance and Compliance

• ITIL (Information Technology Infrastructure Library)

• COBIT (Control Objectives for Information Technologies)

• ISO/IEC Standards

• Regulatory Compliance (GDPR, HIPAA, SOX)

14. Emerging Technologies

• Blockchain

• Quantum Computing

• Augmented Reality (AR) and Virtual Reality (VR)

• 3D Printing

• Digital Twins

15. IT Project Management

• Agile, Scrum, and Kanban

• Waterfall Methodology

• Resource Allocation

• Risk Management

16. IT Infrastructure

• Data Centers

• Virtualization (VMware, Hyper-V)

• Disaster Recovery Planning

• Load Balancing

17. IT Education and Certifications

• Vendor Certifications (Microsoft, Cisco, AWS)

• Training and Development Programs

• Online Learning Platforms

18. IT Operations and Monitoring

• Performance Monitoring (APM, Network Monitoring)

• IT Asset Management

• Event and Incident Management

19. Software Testing

• Manual Testing: Human testers evaluate software by executing test cases without using automation tools.

• Automated Testing: Use of testing tools (e.g., Selenium, JUnit) to run automated scripts and check software behavior.

• Functional Testing: Validating that the software performs its intended functions.

• Non-Functional Testing: Assessing non-functional aspects such as performance, usability, and security.

• Unit Testing: Testing individual components or units of code for correctness.

• Integration Testing: Ensuring that different modules or systems work together as expected.

• System Testing: Verifying the complete software system’s behavior against requirements.

• Acceptance Testing: Conducting tests to confirm that the software meets business requirements (including UAT - User Acceptance Testing).

• Regression Testing: Ensuring that new changes or features do not negatively affect existing functionalities.

• Performance Testing: Testing software performance under various conditions (load, stress, scalability).

• Security Testing: Identifying vulnerabilities and assessing the software’s ability to protect data.

• Compatibility Testing: Ensuring the software works on different operating systems, browsers, or devices.

• Continuous Testing: Integrating testing into the development lifecycle to provide quick feedback and minimize bugs.

• Test Automation Frameworks: Tools and structures used to automate testing processes (e.g., TestNG, Appium).

19. VoIP (Voice over IP)

VoIP Protocols & Standards

• SIP (Session Initiation Protocol)

• H.323

• RTP (Real-Time Transport Protocol)

• MGCP (Media Gateway Control Protocol)

VoIP Hardware

• IP Phones (Desk Phones, Mobile Clients)

• VoIP Gateways

• Analog Telephone Adapters (ATAs)

• VoIP Servers

• Network Switches/ Routers for VoIP

VoIP Software

• Softphones (e.g., Zoiper, X-Lite)

• PBX (Private Branch Exchange) Systems

• VoIP Management Software

• Call Center Solutions (e.g., Asterisk, 3CX)

VoIP Network Infrastructure

• Quality of Service (QoS) Configuration

• VPNs (Virtual Private Networks) for VoIP

• VoIP Traffic Shaping & Bandwidth Management

• Firewall and Security Configurations for VoIP

• Network Monitoring & Optimization Tools

VoIP Security

• Encryption (SRTP, TLS)

• Authentication and Authorization

• Firewall & Intrusion Detection Systems

• VoIP Fraud DetectionVoIP Providers

• Hosted VoIP Services (e.g., RingCentral, Vonage)

• SIP Trunking Providers

• PBX Hosting & Managed Services

VoIP Quality and Testing

• Call Quality Monitoring

• Latency, Jitter, and Packet Loss Testing

• VoIP Performance Metrics and Reporting Tools

• User Acceptance Testing (UAT) for VoIP Systems

Integration with Other Systems

• CRM Integration (e.g., Salesforce with VoIP)

• Unified Communications (UC) Solutions

• Contact Center Integration

• Email, Chat, and Video Communication Integration

[chthonicgodling]

🏳️‍🌈 PRIDE COLLECTION - ELYSIUM🏳️‍🌈 Part Six!

featuring, left to right: Gany [he/him, gay ace], Plutus [he/him, bi ace], & Enya [he/him, aro ace]

weeeooo ace gang wins best colors every time - another pride pic! second to last one actually!! starring some REAL deep cuts with these three! also i did completely forget to do an alt mlm blue flag version on gany like i did over here but its too late oh well

as standard, here are some notes!!

🌈poor Gany once upon a time was main character status but is living his happily ever after in the background now fgkgkg it’s fine. It is worth mentioning that Gany’s official-unofficial realm is actually literally the complete umbrella of gay love so he belongs most of all here for pride month hello!!! his eternal fiancé (seriously they’ve been engaged in limbo for like five years) Cinthy is NOT shown here but.!!! he is also not under the bi umbrella sooo maybe he’ll show up….👀👀

🌈at least sticking Maci’s uncle Plutus next to Gany isn’t that much of a stretch as some of these random pictures have been, as a former Olympian who left that disaster zone after zeus Fucking Blinded Him and Also Everyone There Is The Worst, he and Gany HAVE interacted, AND in canon, and have a cute little friendship but gany’s also friends with literally everyone. Plutus’ wife Medusa is not shown!

🌈Meanwhile background upon background character Enyalios “Enya” has not only appeared in canon like, six times, he’s probably been drawn by me even less than that?!! ares’ son and actual reluctant Olympian, Enya’s role in our cast has been as Neo’s personal scythe trainer, since he is the god of weaponry 🤪hewwo he’s cute. you can tell he does not live in the underworld from the lack of eyebag eyeliner and the light colored chiton

🌈Plutus and enya both BEING ace colors is what I can only assume to be a complete coincidence. or is it!

ONE MORE PRIDE PIC LEFT! stay tuned tomorrow!! Plutus & Enya belong to @fenixethekid, and the Pride collection tag can be found here!!

[ssavinggrace]

the first five pjo ocs i wrote are probably the only ones im gonna keep theyre all very dear to me even if i think they might need a slight rewrite

theres arlo cannon, gay transmasc son of apollo who may or may not be a sorta self insert, refuses to think about his daddy issues but he loves his mom and siblings (both the other apollo kids and his mortal half siblings), very southern but in a queer neurodivergent teen living in texas way

maximillian "max" maxwell, enby child of ares, short and stocky, anger issues galore, wears alot of beanies and flannels, weilds an axe, basically if a lumberjack was a short bi disaster teen

sullivan "sulli" o'malley, the fan favorite of my ocs and for good reason, weird even by half blood standards autistic little transfem daughter of athena, does Not like being at camp half blood. she loves her dad and is overwhelmed by all the other kids and simply doesn't like thinking of athena as her mom. her hair is a tangled mess and she sleeps at the weirdest times and has a little hideout in the woods around camp even though its dangerous. the other athena kids are mildly intimidated by her even though shes only 11. she has a signature wide eyed and unblinking stare. she has alot of knowledge about niche plants and insects.

quinn evangeline, genderfluid aromantic child of aphrodite, they seem cool but also they're just a loser like literally every other 15 year old out there, they have a bone to pick with their mom and they feel isolated feom the other aphrodite kids at times because of their aromanticism but otherwise she feels at home at camp half blood, being aromantic doesnt stop them from giving love advice to everyone around them (it almost always ends up crashing and burning), her dad is pan and happily married to a dude so like. yipee two loving dads

and finally cameron (i forgot what his last name was fuck), he/him enby child of hermes, besties with quinn (they gossip and paint their nails in the back of hermes cabin), his whole thing is that he Would be an absolute menace to society–a prankster if you will–but hes too lazy, rare case of a half blood having issues with their mortal parent and not their godly one, gay disaster

there were some other ocs i had that while i do wanna keep i think they need more rewriting than these five, like the twin sons of hephaestus i had and arlos bf

I LOVE THEM!?!?!? WHAT!!!!

[healthkenya7]

ENHANCING EFFICIENCY AND PRODUCTIVITY THROUGH IT INNOVATION

Enhancing efficiency and productivity through IT innovation involves leveraging technological advancements to streamline processes, optimize resources, and maximize output across various sectors of an organization. Information Technology (IT) innovation can encompass a wide range of strategies, tools, and solutions that transform the way businesses operate. Below is an elaborate detail on how organizations can achieve this objective:

1. Process Automation: Process automation involves the use of software and technology to automate repetitive and manual tasks. This not only reduces human error but also frees up employees' time to focus on more strategic and creative aspects of their roles. Automation can be applied to various departments, such as finance, human resources, and customer service. For example, in manufacturing, robotic process automation (RPA) can be employed to handle tasks like data entry, order processing, and quality control.

2. Data Analytics and Business Intelligence: Collecting, analyzing, and utilizing data can lead to valuable insights that guide decision-making and process optimization. Through advanced analytics tools, organizations can identify trends, customer preferences, and operational inefficiencies. Business Intelligence (BI) solutions provide visualizations and dashboards that make complex data more understandable, enabling informed and data-driven decisions.

3. Cloud Computing: Cloud computing enables organizations to store and access data, applications, and resources over the internet. This flexibility reduces the need for physical infrastructure and provides scalability based on demand. Cloud services offer cost-effective solutions for data storage, software development, and disaster recovery. Additionally, remote work capabilities are enhanced through cloud-based collaboration tools.

4. Internet of Things (IoT): IoT involves connecting devices and objects to the internet, enabling them to collect and exchange data. In industrial settings, IoT sensors can monitor equipment health, predict maintenance needs, and optimize energy consumption. This real-time data helps organizations make proactive decisions to prevent downtime and reduce operational costs.

5. Artificial Intelligence (AI) and Machine Learning (ML): AI and ML technologies enable computers to learn from data and perform tasks that typically require human intelligence. In customer service, chatbots powered by AI can handle routine inquiries, freeing up human agents for more complex interactions. Predictive analytics powered by ML can forecast demand, improving inventory management and reducing waste.

6. Virtual Reality (VR) and Augmented Reality (AR): VR and AR technologies have applications in training, maintenance, and remote collaboration. In industries like healthcare, surgeons can practice complex procedures in a virtual environment before performing them on patients. Field technicians can use AR to overlay digital information on physical objects, aiding in repairs and maintenance.

7. Supply Chain Optimization: IT innovations can optimize the supply chain by enhancing visibility and coordination. With real-time tracking and data sharing, organizations can minimize delays, reduce excess inventory, and improve demand forecasting. Blockchain technology can provide transparency and security in supply chain transactions.

8. Enhanced Communication and Collaboration: IT innovations facilitate communication and collaboration among teams, departments, and even geographically dispersed offices. Video conferencing, instant messaging, and collaborative platforms enhance remote work capabilities and help break down communication barriers.

9. Customer Relationship Management (CRM) Systems: CRM systems enable organizations to manage customer interactions, track leads, and analyze customer data to improve marketing and sales strategies. These systems centralize customer information, leading to more personalized interactions and better customer service.

10. Cybersecurity and Data Protection: As IT innovation increases connectivity, cybersecurity becomes paramount. Organizations must implement robust cybersecurity measures to protect sensitive data and maintain the trust of customers and partners.

11. Continuous Learning and Adaptation: IT innovation is a continuous process. Organizations should encourage a culture of learning and experimentation to stay updated with new technologies and adapt to changing business environments.

Mr. Jayesh Saini clearly notes that, “Enhancing efficiency and productivity through IT innovation involves harnessing technology to optimize processes, improve decision-making, and drive growth. By embracing a strategic approach to adopting and implementing new technologies, organizations can position themselves for success in a rapidly evolving digital landscape.”

#jayeshsaini #healthcare #LifeCareHospitals #Kenya #NHIF #NPS #TSC

[tired-pigeon789]

I embarrassed myself in front of a cute girl at Burger King

Thank god she was nice and I’m a disaster

[writethelifeyouwant]

Secret Admirer | Part 5

Summary: When your date for the evening stands you up, a handsome, confident stranger swoops in to save the night from total disaster. By the next morning, you’re glad things turned out how they did, because Dean is a much better lover than your no-show ever could have been. You had just been looking for a one night stand, but could this night between you and Dean turn into something more?

Pairing: Dean x Bayley x Reader x Sam Rating: 18+ Warnings: Incest Tags: Foursome, Everyone is Bi!Curious, Incestuous Awakenings all around, Dean’s dream to sleep with twins comes true, all the smut, Dom!Dean, Dom!Sam, Switch!Bayley, Sub!Reader, kissing, oral sex (f and m rec), instruction kink, Daddy kink, Daddy!Sam, p in v, p in a, strap on, face riding, sex toys, anal fingering, bottom!Dean, top!Sam, top!Bayley, light humiliation, name-calling, slut shaming (affectionate), praise kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, double penetration, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, cream pie, sloppy seconds, cum play, again oddly fluffy at the end Bingo Squares: @supernatural-jackles TMAS Bingo - Quote D: “Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.” || @anyfandomkinkbingo - “How do you feel about two at once?” || @anyfandomgoesbingo - Multiple Orgasms | @spnkinkbingo - Corporal Punishment Word Count: 6.8k

Mini Series Masterlist 

Dean hauls you to your feet and shoves you towards the bed unceremoniously, pushing down his boxers as he stumbles behind you before sitting at the head of the bed. 

“Lay down right here next to me, baby girl,” Sam pats the bed between your sister’s legs, and you slide into place, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Closer, c’mon now,” your dom orders, smacking your ass to urge you up the bed so your lips are practically touching Bayley’s evidently dripping pussy. Christ you can even smell how aroused she is, and suddenly you understand what Sam means every time he’s buried his head between your legs and told you that you smell so sweet. You’ve always thought he was just saying that to say it, just dirty talking, but now you see that he’s only been telling the truth. You wonder if Bayley will taste the way Sam always says you taste, too. 

“What do I do, Daddy?” you turn to Sam, mind suddenly empty of any idea of how to start. 

“Want you to copy everything Daddy does, ‘kay sweetheart?” He smiles at you seductively and you nod in agreement, laying your head against Bayley’s thigh to watch him closely.

Sam leans forward slowly, dragging his face along Bayley’s other thigh and breathing through his mouth, something you know tickles like crazy because of his stubble and shoulder length hair but also massively elevates the anticipation of finally feeling his lips where they’re desired most. He blows a gentle stream of air across her skin, and you see Bayley shudder, the muscles in her stomach twitching involuntarily. Then Sam finally kisses her, dragging his lips lightly between her legs, from her clit all the way to her entrance and then back to the top. He pulls back and looks at you, giving you your cue to try. 

You copy everything Sam had done, and you’re pleased when you get the same reaction out of Bayley that he’d gotten. When you’ve finished, you look back to Sam for further instruction. He smirks and pokes his tongue out, tracing it in a small circle around Bayley’s clit with barely any pressure, and you can see her clenching in aggravation, wanting more. You lean in as Sam’s pulling away, tongue dancing in the same pattern across her little bundle of nerves, and this time you hear a tiny whimper from above you. 

Taking initiative, you press yourself more fully against Bayley, leaving a shiny trail over her skin as your tongue plays with her, and the scent of her arousal becomes even more heady and overwhelming. 

“Good girl,” Sam coos above you, petting your back soothingly as you continue to circle your tongue in its pattern. “Kept going without me even telling you to, bet you’re just hungry to see what she tastes like, aren’t you?” 

“Mmhmm,” you hum, sealing your lips in a kiss that has Bayley gasping, her hands shooting down and twisting in your hair to hold you more firmly against her. 

“Do that again,” she pants, and you obey as readily as if it had been Sam giving you the instruction. You kiss her clit again in the same way, and she groans happily. 

“Use that tongue, baby girl,” Sam urges from your side, “we both know how good it is.” 

“Yeah we fuckin’ do,” Dean agrees, and Sam exhales sharply in amusement. 

“You enjoy my girl’s tongue, big brother?” 

“Uh... duh,” Dean scoffs incredulously, but whatever he was about to say next is drowned out by Bayley’s squealing moan as you drag your tongue down through her folds and use it to lap at her entrance instead of her clit. 

“Fuck. You’re noisy, aren’t you sweetheart?” Sam chuckles. “Dean, why don’t you shut ‘er up for a bit.” 

Curious, you flick your eyes up to see Dean smirking as he raises up on his knees to run his cock over Bayley’s lips, which fall open easily at the invitation. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he groans, throwing his head back as he starts to pump his hips shallowly, letting her get used to the intrusion. You feel a tug on the back of your head and look over at Sam curiously, feeling a small surge of satisfaction inside when Bayley groans in annoyance at the loss of your touch. 

Sam ducks down to take your place, and Bayley’s whines start up again immediately, far louder than they had been for you. You peer around Sam’s face to watch what he’s doing, and you see the tip of his finger thrusting gently in and out of her, barely going past the first knuckle, while his tongue flicks across her clit faster than you’ve ever seen a tongue move. Yeah, you know this trick; you smile to yourself, feeling a wave of arousal thrum through your own core at the memory of just how good it feels when Sam does this. He lifts his head with a satisfied grin, dragging his finger from Bayley’s pussy slowly and then holding it to your lips. 

“Taste your sister for me, baby girl,” he breathes, his voice noticeably more raspy now. Obediently you open your mouth and suck Sam’s finger in, licking away the heavy sweetness of Bayley’s arousal. “You like that?” Sam asks knowingly, and you nod your head.

“Want more, Daddy,” you plead, and he smiles at you hungrily.

“And what do you say when you want something?”

“Please, Daddy,” you pout, trying to make yourself look as helpless and innocent as possible. 

“Please what?” Sam grins, and you groan internally. He is not letting you have it easy tonight. 

“Please… please can I taste her again?” you ask shyly, feeling your skin flush in shame for how badly you want to put your head between your sister's legs. 

“How about you say, ‘please can I eat my sister’s cunt, Daddy?’,” Sam offers, and you catch yourself almost moaning in embarrassment and humiliation, but also in immense arousal. Fuck him for knowing you’d be into this before you even knew it yourself. 

“Please...” you hesitate but persevere. “Can I please eat my sister’s cunt, Daddy?” Somewhere in the back of your mind, you register the sounds of Dean and Bayley groaning while he continues to fuck her throat, but your attention is focused on Sam, who is lording your desire over you with glee. 

“Of course you can, baby girl,” he relents, pushing on the back of your neck roughly and shoving your lips through her slick, which you stick your tongue out to lap up eagerly. “And don’t you dare stop until she’s cumming all over your pretty little face, got that?” your dom threatens harshly and you nod, unable to hold back a moan. 

“Fuck, you look so hot with your head buried in someone’s pussy,” Sam groans, and you feel him shift on the bed next to you and then straddle your legs, holding your ass apart so he can slide his cock against your hole teasingly. “You’ll do anything your Daddy tells you to, won’t you? Of fuckin’ course you will, you’re such a slut you’re tongue fucking your own sister just to make me happy, aren’t you baby? Gonna let me and my brother fucking ruin your holes too while you’re at it. Just gonna be a fucking cumdump for us tonight, huh baby, just a pathetic set of holes for all of us to use, and you’ll fucking love it. You probably don’t even need to cum, do you? You just like being used, dontcha? Just want your Daddy to put you in your fucking place.” 

Sam spanks you harshly as he grinds his cock against your ass, pushing down on your shoulders so your head is trapped against Bayley’s cunt, and there’s nothing you could do to move him even if you had wanted to. He manhandles you so effortlessly, manipulates you like you’re just a fucking sex toy to him, and then humiliates you for actually getting off on it, and you love him for it. It’s hard to tell, because Bayley’s so wet, but you think you might actually be crying from how fucking horny Sam is making you, all while withholding the one thing he knows you’re craving: his cock buried inside you. 

“Daddy, please!” you beg, knowing you sound utterly pathetic but not caring one bit. 

“Please what, baby girl?” It’s Dean who answers you, reaching down and pulling on your hair so you’re forced to look up at him. His cock is still thrusting shallowly in your sister’s mouth, but he’s not really paying her any mind, just using her throat like a toy. “What ar’ya askin’ for, sweetheart?” 

“Want Daddy’s cock,” you whine, pouting up at Dean in hopes of sympathy. “Wan’ Daddy to fuck me. Please.” 

“Well, here’s the thing darlin’,” –Dean’s grin spreads wider across his face, and he looks even more threatening now– “I’m pretty sure I heard your Daddy tell you not to stop eating my girlfriend’s cunt until she came good and hard all over your pathetic little face,” he sneers. “And I don’t remember her cumming. Do you?” You feel the colour drain out of your face at his words because you know he’s right, and now you’re going to be punished for your mistake, you’re sure of it. 

“Yeah, let me see the fear in those pretty eyes, baby girl,” Dean pinches your chin and forces your face skyward so he can look you in the eye. “God, Sam, you gotta let me do it. I wanna make ‘er scream,” he looks behind you at his little brother, childlike excitement wild in his bright green eyes, and you hear Sam chuckle deeply. 

“Be my guest,” he answers, and you whine when Sam abandons the bed, leaving your legs cold in the absence of his body heat. You watch him round the corner of the mattress and bend down for the duffle bag they brought along. 

“What’s her favourite?” Dean asks as he rummages through the bag of toys, and that question surprises you – and apparently Sam as well – because you hear the confusion in your boyfriend's tone when he answers. 

“Uh, that one,” he points out a toy to his brother and Dean smirks. 

“You dirty, dirty girl,” he grins, clicking his tongue, and you feel yourself flush in embarrassment even though you’re not actually sure what Sam had pointed to. You have a lot of favourites when it comes to sex toys, it usually depends on your mood. After a moment more of rifling, Dean flicks his eyes up to you with a wicked grin, and slowly draws a leather whip into view. You gulp, mouth suddenly going very dry. That whip is absolutely not your favourite. That’s one of the toys that’s actually a genuine punishment for you, which is one of the reasons why it’s Sam’s favourite. 

“No, Daddy, please,” you turn to Sam, begging for mercy. “I’ll be good, I promise.” 

“You disobeyed a direct order, Y/N. You know you deserve whatever punishment we decide is fair,” Sam gives you a stern look, his hazel eyes having been almost entirely swallowed up by his pupils, making his expression dark, sinister – and hungry. You won’t find any mercy from him; he wants to see you punished just as much as Dean does. 

“Lie flat on your stomach, hands over your head,” Dean orders gravely, his voice heavy with obvious arousal, and despite your fear of the punishment, it excites you to see how much this is turning Dean on. “Bayley, hold her arms down, can’t have her running away now, can we?” His lips twitch in a smug smile as you and Bayley both follow his instructions without protest, and your twin smirks down at you as she leans on your arms and pins you to the bed. 

“How many d’ya think?” Dean asks behind you, and you hear Sam hum in contemplation. 

“I think three to start,” he muses, “but any time she fucks up after this, we double it.” 

“Ooh,” Dean hisses in mocking sympathy, “your Daddy’s a mean sonofabitch, ain’t he?” 

You don’t answer, knowing that if you agreed with Dean, Sam would add even more lashes to your punishment. The first blow of the whip lands without any warning, cracking through the air as the sharp leather tip stings your ass cheeks. You cry out in pain and surprise, burying your face in the mattress and trying to hold back the tears that instantly spring to your eyes. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Bayley grabs the back of your hair and pulls your head up, straining your neck to make you look her in the eye. “Dean said he wanted to hear you scream, so that’s what you’re gonna do. Isn’t it slut?” Another lash lands, this time across the backs of your thighs, and you do scream, your eyes scrunching up tightly against the searing pain. 

“I see why you have trouble controlling this one, Dean,” Sam remarks in amusement. “She’s got some spirit.” 

“Damn right I do,” Bay smiles proudly over your shoulders towards the brothers. 

“You want a turn at the reins, sweetheart?” Sam asks, and you hear a rustling sound as he goes through the bag, holding something up that you can’t see, but makes your sister’s eyes light up in delight. 

“Oh absolutely,” she practically purrs, “but I think our little whore still has one more lash left, doesn’t she?” 

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” Dean answers smugly. There’s a moment of tense silence as you wait for the final strike, wondering anxiously where it will land. The whip skims teasingly over your thighs, runs between your legs and drags through your folds, so you can feel it trailing your slick over your skin as it runs up your back, making you shive. “Beg me for it.” 

“W-what?” you stumble over the word in confusion. 

“Beg me to hurt you,” Dean instructs you again in a neutral tone, like he’s barely interested in what’s happening right now. 

“No,” you shake your head. “No, I don’t want it, please,” you whimper, straining to get a full breath in with Bayley pulling your head back as tightly as she is. 

“Well then you don’t get to play for the rest of the night,” Sam answers coldly, crouching down on his haunches beside the bed so he’s in your line of sight. “If you want any of us to touch you for the rest of the night, then you do as you’re fucking told and beg him, is that understood?” he asks threateningly and you gulp, feeling a surge of heat tingle in your core under his hard stare. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper, swallowing anxiously to try to wet your throat a little. “P-please punish me, Dean,” you stutter hesitantly, shaking when you feel the tail of the whip draping over your pussy again. 

“I think you should be addressing him with a little more respect, slut,” Bayley grins down at you maliciously, and you have to fight the childish urge to stick your tongue out at her. 

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you whine as Sam reaches out to pinch at your nipples when you’re too slow to respond to Bayley. “Please punish me, Sir,” you beg, hoping this time it will be enough. 

“Why do you want me to punish you, baby girl?” Dean presses, and you groan internally. The anticipation of the final strike is just making it worse, and you’re sure that’s why they’re doing this. 

“Because I d-deserve it, Sir,” you pant, trying not to cry out as Sam twists your nipples again painfully, sending another burst of arousal through your system.

“Why else?” Dean smacks his palm over the mark he’d left on your ass with the whip and you moan in pain. “Tell me why you moan like a whore in heat every time I hit you,” he growls, spanking you again. 

“Because I want you to hurt me, Sir,” you mewl, trying to rock your hips against the mattress in a vain attempt to create some friction on your pussy, but it’s useless with the way Bayley is holding you down. 

“Beg me again, baby girl,” Dean commands, and you can hear the grin in his voice: the smug bastard is loving this. 

“Please punish me, Sir. Please hurt me, want you to hurt me,” you force the words out through the strain in your throat as Bayley pulls your head back even more tightly. 

“Good girl,” Sam whispers approvingly, giving both your breasts a gentle, comforting squeeze that you breathe into happily before your whole body jumps and seizes in pain as Dean lands the whip over your ass as Sam pinches your nipples and Bayley pulls your hair; all the tortures timed in such perfect synchronicity you think Dean must have given them some kind of signal you couldn’t see. Your scream rings out clearly in the room, and you see Sam swallow thickly, clearly turned on by watching your punishment at the hands of his brother. 

“P-please Daddy,” you whimper when everyone has let you go and you collapse to the mattress, too boneless to move on your own. “Please,” you whisper, trusting Sam will know what you’re begging for despite your inability to articulate it properly right now. He rolls you over on your back and brushes the hair out of your face gently, smiling down at you with pride and kindness that you soak up as if it were the very rays of the sun. 

“Don’t worry baby girl, Daddy’s here,” Sam assures you, dropping a kiss to your forehead lovingly and reaching out for your hand to give it a squeeze, letting you anchor yourself to him. “You want a cock inside you now, don’tcha sweetheart?” he asks, and you nod pleadingly. “Well, how do you feel about two at once?”

“That’s it, that’s a good little whore, squeezin’ my big fucking cock,” Dean grunts, thrusting up into your ass from where he’s lying beneath you on the bed. “You fuckin’ love this, dontcha?” he taunts gleefully, slamming his hips against yours with extra enthusiasm as you moan in agreement. Every time Dean thrusts in is alternated by Bayley fucking her strap on into your pussy, so you’re never left without a cock inside of you. 

“What do you say when someone gives you a compliment, baby girl?” Sam reminds you, smacking one of your breasts in correction and making you clamp down harder around the cocks inside of you. 

“Thank you, Sir,” you whine, trying to resist the urge to buck your hips into Bayley’s dildo and fighting to stay still like you’re told. 

“You’re being such a good slut for Daddy,” Sam praises you, massaging the back of your neck soothingly as he uses his other hand to stroke himself while he watches the show the three of you are putting on. “If I tell you to cum for me again, will you listen?” 

You groan in reply, wanting very much to be allowed to cum again, since Sam had made Bayley pull out and ruin your last one in punishment for not asking his permission. Then you had to watch as Sam and Dean got Bayley off twice before he’d let any of them touch you again.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” Sam smiles pompously and pumps his cock faster for a moment before releasing himself and moving a little further down the bed. He bends over between you and Bayley and spits sharply on your clit, slicking you up to tease his fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Okay baby girl, you get until the count of five,” –he rubs a little harder and a little more quickly– “but if you haven’t started cumming yet then you have to wait again, okay? You gonna cum for Daddy?” 

“Oh fuck, yes Daddy!” you whine, practically sobbing in need as you clamp your muscles rhythmically around Dean and Bayley, willing yourself to tip over the edge. 

“Five… four… three…” 

“Oh God, oh fuck, right there! Right there, fuck yes, don’t stop! Don’t stop, Daddy! Oh my God!” you cry, feeling your legs beginning to shake and your muscles tensing desperately. 

“Two…” Sam speeds his two fingers up just a fraction and slips them just a little to the left, and then you scream, your orgasm washing through you in a flurry of spasming muscles and shaking nerves and you shudder so fiercely in Dean’s arms that he and Bayley actually slip out of you and you roll off to the side, landing on the bed in a fit of breathlessness. 

“Holy shit,” Dean laughs, sweeping your hair out of your eyes and stroking the top of your head as you come down from your high. “What do I have to do to cum that hard?” 

“I might have an idea,” Bayley smirks seductively at Dean, then flashes you a wink, and even in your slightly foggy state you understand exactly what she’s talking about. 

“Bring it on, sweetheart,” Dean beckons his girlfriend over to him eagerly and she climbs into his lap. You and Sam are now safely out of her way as he cuddles you into his chest, his chin hooked over your shoulder as you watch the pair of them. You smile to yourself as Sam starts to grind his cock against your ass, wondering what he’ll think of Bayley’s suggestion. 

“I think” –Bayley kisses over Dean’s cheek and bites his ear teasingly– “you would cum so hard” –she grinds her strap against Dean, sliding her dildo alongside his cock, and Dean doesn’t protest– “if you” –she reaches down and wraps a hand around the pair of cocks, pumping them together so Dean throws his head back and groans– “let Sam fuck you,” she speaks against Dean’s lips, and he immediately freezes. You can feel Sam stiffen a little behind you too, his hips stopping their rocking motion, and you wonder what that means. 

“You can’t be serious,” Dean scoffs, looking at Bayley with a raised eyebrow, then glancing over at you and Sam, then back to Bayley, who says nothing, just stares Dean down placidly. “Seriously?” 

“Why not?” Bayley shrugs. “You’re the one who said you wanted to cum as hard as Y/N, I guarantee you one of the reasons she screamed that loud was the number of cocks inside of her,” she smirks at you, and this time, in the comforting glow of your orgasm, you can’t resist making a face back at her. “Oh c’mon Y/N, help me out here, you want to see them fuck too,” Bayley whines a little petulantly, and Dean looks over a you with a look of intense betrayal, like you’d just scratched the Impala or something. Sam rolls you over a little and looks down at you. 

“You want to see me and Dean, baby girl?” he asks, curiosity alight in the slim ring of his hazel irises still visible. 

“I– … yes, Daddy,” you answer with a hesitant nod, feeling yourself flush under his scrutiny and waiting with bated breath for his reaction. He dips his head closer, brushing his lips over yours goadingly as he speaks. 

“You wanna see me fuck my brother? Think he’ll look good with my cock up his tight little ass?” You feel another surge of arousal wash through you, even though you’re still recovering from your last orgasm.

“Yes. Please, Daddy,” you whisper against his lips, teasing him with an almost kiss in return. “You’d look so hot.” 

“You got to see me fuck Y/N,” Bayley points out petulantly, pouting at Dean. “It’s only fair, really.” 

“She’s got a point there, brother,” Sam laughs, raising his head to grin wolfishly at his big brother. “C’mon, I promise I’ll be gentle for your first time,” he jests and you see Dean roll his eyes. “Or are you not man enough to take it up the ass?” 

“Oh, fuck you,” Dean grunts, shoving Bayley off him unceremoniously and turning over on his hands and knees with an aggravated huff. “Just use enough lube, asshole,” he gripes, grabbing the tube off the nightstand and tossing it over his shoulder to Sam, who catches it easily. 

“Will do, don’t worry,” Sam chuckles. “You griping at me the whole time wouldn’t be sexy.” 

Even with plenty of lube and – in your opinion – very generous and considerate prep from Sam, Dean still complains, but Sam takes it in stride and snaps right back at him, not at all discouraged. You and Bayley have settled in to watch the show, leaning against the headboard with a pile of pillows and nestling together. You feel Bayley’s shoulder nudging against yours and look away from the boys to see what she wants but then realise she’s not doing it to get your attention, she’s slipping out of her harness so she can touch herself more easily. Dean notices too and smirks at his girlfriend. 

“Yeah, enjoy the show sweetheart. It’s a once in a lifetime performance,” he grunts in annoyance. 

“I’ll remind you you said that the next time you’re beggin’ me to fuck you,” Sam taunts, and you and Bayley can’t help giggling into each other’s shoulders. 

“Sounding pretty cocky for a guy who hasn’t actually brought the goods yet, baby brother,” Dean sneers over his shoulder, and Sam smirks. 

“Oh trust me, I’ve got plenty of cock to bring to the table,” he laughs as he runs the tip of his length up and down over Dean’s hole, teasing him with the anticipation. 

“Will you just fucking–holy shit–” Dean swears, gritting his teeth as Sam starts to push in. 

“You gotta relax f’me, Dean,” Sam grunts, pumping his hips shallowly, trying to get more than just the head of his cock inside. 

“Kinda hard to relax when you’re shoving a log up my ass!” 

Sam rolls his eyes in exasperation and smacks Dean’s ass with a resounding thwack. You, Dean and Bayley all blink in shock and silence. 

“Stop fucking back-talking me, bitch,” Sam growls, pushing three of his fingers, with freshly added lube, back into Dean and drawing a hiss out of the older man. “Don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of our little sluts, do you? Hmm?” he asks pointedly, and Dean lets out an uneven breath, shaking his head begrudgingly. 

“Y/N, get down here,” Sam beckons, motioning for you to slide yourself beneath Dean, and you obey quickly. “Get your dick wet, maybe that will stop you whining like a fucking brat for ten seconds.” 

You spread your legs outside of Dean’s knees and reach your arms up around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss in an effort to distract him. Dean’s hips land abruptly on top of yours, so you assume Sam pushed him down in an effort to hurry him along. You grind your hips up so Dean is sliding between your legs and he takes the hint, reaching down to hold his dick steady as he pushes himself inside of you. He’s not fully hard you notice, so you start to thrust yourself against him, fucking yourself into his cock and moaning wantonly for it. 

“C’mon bitch, fuck ‘er,” Sam grunts and spanks Dean again, crashing his hips into yours and making you groan. “We both know you can do better than that.” 

“Fuck off,” Dean groans, but he still follows Sam’s orders, pulling out and slamming his hips back down, fucking you harshly into the mattress, and you feel him getting harder inside of you with each thrust. You moan happily as his increased girth stretches you tightly, rubbing against the sensitive spot just inside you with every thrust. 

“Oh god, yeah. That feels so good, Sir,” you sigh breathily in Dean’s ear, trying to get him more into it – though you aren’t lying, he does feel really good. 

“Okay tiger, stay still for a second,” Sam chuckles, grabbing Dean’s hips to hold him in place. “Let’s try this again.” Dean’s face scrunches up in discomfort as Sam starts sliding his cock into Dean’s entrance. “Relax for me, baby boy,” Sam purrs, stroking down Dean’s back soothingly, and you feel the shudder that runs through Dean at Sam’s words. Looking over Dean’s shoulder you see Sam smile, and you know he must have felt it too. “Doing so good f’me baby boy, just relax, just a little bit more,” he promises gently, easing himself deeper. 

Dean lets out a small whine, but you think there might be an undertone of pleasure hiding beneath the discomfort this time. You squeeze yourself around his cock, grinding up against him to give him some pleasure to focus on, and he lets out a proper groan this time. Behind you, you hear Bayley swear quietly under her breath. You have to admit, you kind of wish your places were reversed right now, you’d love to be able to watch Sam working himself inside of his brother for the first time, but the view from down here isn’t so bad either. 

“Shit,” Sam grunts, thrusting forwards a little more harshly, and moaning along with Dean when he finally bottoms out inside of him. “You’re fucking tight, dude,” he breathes heavily, like he’s just finished a workout. 

“No fucking kidding, I’m a fucking virgin back there,” Dean hisses as Sam slowly begins to draw himself back and then rocks forward again. 

“Not anymore you’re not,” Sam grins, repeating his gentle rocking. You can feel your boyfriend’s movements echoed in how Dean’s hips slide between your own legs. “Now you’re just another one of my sluts, aren’t you baby boy,” he coos in a sing-song voice, and you find yourself whimpering along with Dean – who you’re sure would deny he ever did something so unmanly as whimper, but you know what you heard. You’re pretty sure Dean is enjoying Sam degrading him just as much as you – and Bayley from the sounds of it – are. 

Sam slowly builds up his pace until he’s actually fucking Dean; his hips slapping lewdly against Dean’s ass very much the loudest sound in the room for the time being. You’re enjoying being a bit of a cock warmer for the older brother. He’s not really fucking you properly, just rocking in and out of you as a consequence of his brother’s thrusts. Dean isn’t making too much noise anymore but you think that’s more out of stubbornness than anything. Based on his facial expressions and the way he kind of gasps in every now and then like he did when you were sucking him off earlier, you think he is actually enjoying this, and you decide Sam probably won’t mind if you try to push him a bit. 

“Tell me how it feels, Sir,” you whisper against his ear and drop little kisses over his neck. Dean grunts as Sam fucks into him with a particularly rough thrust, but then gasps in earnest when Sam grinds his hips in and leans back a little as he pulls out, clearly searching for a specific spot inside the hole he’s using. 

“It uh” –Dean hesitates and wets his lips a little– “feels full.” 

“Well, Daddy is pretty big” –you grin conspiratorially– “but that’s one of the things I love about him. Love when he fucks me on his big, huge cock. Makes me beg for it, makes me scream…” 

“Holy–” Dean’s curse is cut off by a strangled moan and a triumphant chuckle from Sam. “That, that felt good,” Dean groans, actually arching his back a little in an effort to force Sam back to the same spot. 

“There we go, baby boy,” Sam grins, stroking Dean’s back again as he thrusts at the new angle, sending Dean’s heart racing as his lungs freeze up. “Sorry that took me so long to find, outta practice these days,” he laughs a little, winking down at you over his brother's shoulder, and you recall vividly when he’d regaled you with stories of his college experimentations with guys while he fucked your ass; it had been a memorable night. 

“Just don’ fuckin’ stop, ‘kay?” Dean rasps, his voice hoarse and tense. 

“Oh, believe me, I’m not stoppin’ until you’re cumming inside that cunt you’re buried in. That’s what we promised her, right? She gets to be everyone’s cumdump tonight.” 

“Oh god, yes Daddy, please,” you whine, bucking your hips up into Dean more vigorously now that Sam’s found the angle and rhythm that’s making Dean lose his mind. 

“Hey, that includes me, right?” Bayley asks from somewhere above your head, and Sam laughs. 

“Of course it does, sweetheart. Why don’t you ride Y/N’s face? Don’t worry about letting her breathe too much, just get yourself off for us, baby,” Sam sneers, and you and Dean both groan loudly. 

“Fuck yeah, get up here Bay,” Dean pulls her forwards and helps her straddle her legs on either side of your head, then pulls her down into a desperate kiss. “Ride your sister’s face for us, put on a show,” he grins indulgently, and Bayley doesn’t waste any time in granting his request. 

You taste the hot, bittersweet tang of her arousal sharply on your tongue as she lowers her pussy over your mouth and you stick out your tongue to meet her, licking and sucking enthusiastically. Your sister also has no qualms adhering to Sam’s suggestion about suffocating you beneath her, and you’re quickly beginning to lose focus from the infrequent opportunities for breath, but Bayley makes up for it by rutting herself against your lips and tongue without needing you to do too much more besides lie there and take it. 

Everyone is moaning and panting, and Dean is now fucking you more aggressively, thrusting himself into your pussy before arching himself back onto Sam’s cock just as eagerly. Your senses are hard to separate as you get more and more lightheaded from the intense pleasure of being utterly used combined with lack of oxygen. You don’t even when realise Bayley starts to cum until you feel Dean’s fingers forcing themselves between your lips and her legs. She raises herself up on her knees a little but still hovers over you while Dean furiously pumps his fingers against the front wall of her pussy. You realise a split second before it happens what he’s aiming for and manage to close your eyes just in time for Bayley to squirt over your still open mouth. 

“Fuck yeah, good girl,” Dean grunts as Bayley rides out the last vestiges of her climax on his fingers. She pulls his hand from between her legs and dips down to suck his fingers clean. “Oh shit, you dirty fucking girl,” Dean laughs breathlessly as she continues to lick his hand. “I was gonna make Y/N do that.” 

“She can next time,” Bay smiles, tossing you a wink as she climbs off of your face and rolls onto the mattress with a dramatic squeaking of the springs. 

“Tell ya what, she can suck your cock clean after you shoot your load in her cunt, baby boy,” Sam promises with a wicked smirk, suspecting correctly the effect that saying that would have on his big brother. 

“Fuck yes, want your cum Sir, please,” you beg in a pathetically breathless voice. “Cum inside me, pleasepleaseplease...” You keep up your litany of supplications until Dean is gasping above you and grinding himself as deeply as he can into your pussy. You imagine you can almost feel the warmth of his cum spreading inside of you. Sam pulls out of Dean and tugs him off of you roughly, shoving himself up the bed and landing over you in a rush, barely sparing a breath before he’s pushing inside your freshly ruined cunt. 

“God, look at you, baby girl,” he growls; face wild, eyes almost feral. “Such a good little slut taking everyone’s cum for Daddy. Think you deserve a reward, what do you think?” 

“Yes, Daddy, please,” you cry, burying your head against Sam’s chest as he ruts into you viciously. 

“Okay, you pick, baby girl. Either Daddy cums inside you, or you can cum, but Daddy cums inside that slut sister’a’yours instead. Which one d’you want?” Sam grins down at you wickedly, somehow still lucid enough to torture you even when he’s clearly so close to his own climax. You panic for a moment, caught off guard at being asked to choose anything at all, but once the shock passes you know your choice easily. 

“Cum inside me Daddy,” you gasp, and you know when you see him smile that you chose right. “Want to be your good little whore Daddy, want you to use me, please, Daddy please–” you would have gone on begging as long as he let you, but Sam claps a hand over your mouth and nose, essentially cutting off your air and your ability to speak. His thrusts are so forceful they bang the bed dangerously hard against the wall, and you're worried you might either break the bed or break the wall if he keeps at it much longer. 

“Good girl, Y/N,” Sam moans, and his rhythm starts to falter a little. “Daddy’s gonna fill you up so good baby, fuck, gonna cum so fucking hard inside this slutty little cunt. You’re gonna be fucking dripping– fuck, fuck yes!” He groans loudly, and grinds himself between your legs harshly, burying his cock as deep inside of you as he can and clutching you against him as he cums, trembling violently as the waves of pleasure crash overwhelm his system. You can feel something wet and hot leaking out between your legs as his cum fills you up more than your body can take, his and Dean’s seed leaks out around his cock as he continues to rock himself gently inside of you. 

A few moments pass in silence as you breathe in Sam, and he settles down around you. Eventually he pulls back, a weary smile on his face, and you’re sad when he eases his cock out of you even though it’s begun to go soft; you miss being enmeshed, twined together as if you were one single being. 

“Good girl,” Sam whispers against your ear, giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek, and your body thrums happily under the praise. “Love you.” 

“Love you too,” you whisper back happily, flashing Sam a small, blissed out smile. A gagging sound to your right draws the attention of both of you, and you look around to see Dean and Bayley making identical silly faces as if they’re going to be sick. 

“You two are gross,” Bayley complains, Dean nodding behind her in agreement.  

“Oh shut up,” you stick your tongue out at her in retaliation. “I know you and Dean are in love too, don’t pretend you’re ‘too cool’ to say it.” 

“Hey, I say it,” Dean protests, offended. 

“Yeah, with your dick,” Bayley scoffs, but she gives him a quick peck on the lips to show she’s only kidding. 

“If you say ‘I love you’ with your dick, I might have to ban you from fucking Y/N again,” Sam laughs, pulling you up into his arms to hug you against him possessively and dropping a kiss to the top of your shoulder. “She’s still mine.”

“Aww, but I liked watching him fuck her,” Bayley pouts at Sam. 

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list, at least,” Dean grins.

“What?” Bay turns to look at Dean curiously. 

“Dating the coolest chick ever,” he smiles brightly, smooshing a dramatic kiss against her forehead as Bayley giggles and tries to struggle out of his grasp, but you know she’s secretly loving it. 

“Now who’s being lame,” Sam scoffs, finally peeling himself off the bed and stretching out his stupidly long limbs. “C’mon Y/N, let’s get you cleaned up. I’ve got something I want to cross off my own bucket list,” he smiles playfully, holding his hand out to you and helping you slide off the end of the bed. 

“Oh? What’s that?” you ask, unable to think of something new he could possibly hope to be doing during your typical after-care couples shower. Sam pulls you close with a mischievous glint in his eye and whispers, low enough that only you can hear him. 

“Eating my brother’s cum out of your cunt.”

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[shadowsong26x]

So, I have seen variations on this take several times over the past few days:

Image description: a tumblr post from a user whose handle has been obscured with a red block. the post says: “anne rice has been in the ground for nine whole months and they’ve already got louis and lestat rawdogging on tv did they greenlight that the second her heart stopped or what”

There is nothing particularly Special about this post, it just happens to be the most recent one I’ve seen. And they all sort of have the same theme: “The TV show is Super Gay, Anne Rice must be rolling in her grave.”

And I’m like.

“How to tell me you’ve never read the books without telling me you’ve never read the books.”

Look, Anne Rice had an extremely contentious relationship with fandom for a lot of reasons. I’m not in any way denying that, although I’m not going to get into all of that here because it’s off-topic. The point is, queerness was not really one of those issues.

Admittedly, I haven’t actually seen the show yet--I don’t have AMC+ and I need to catch up on Andor first anyway--but I have read the books an embarrassing number of times; I’ve seen both movies ((for the purposes of this post I am going to acknowledge the existence of QotD)); I have bootlegs of both the San Francisco and New York versions of the stage musical.

So you can believe me when I tell you that the books have always been super queer.

And, honestly, some of Anne Rice’s other work has been, too--Cry to Heaven, which came out in 1982, between when Interview with the Vampire and The Vampire Lestat, heavily features an MLM relationship ((there are some. Very Necessary trigger warnings for Cry to Heaven, which I am happy to share if you’re interested; I actually think it’s one of her better works)).

Also, the musical I mentioned above came out in 2005/2006, which was while Anne Rice had decided to stop writing about monsters and erotica and monster erotica and write about Jesus instead (I read the first Jesus book. It was...I have very little memory of it other than a general impression that her writing style for a 10-year-old POV character was. A Choice). Anyway, the stage version pretty explicitly frames Louis and Lestat’s relationship as a marriage; Lestat’s relationship with Nicki is just as clear and present; the Foe Yay with Armand is arguably ramped up compared to the books. How much involvement she had with that show is a little unclear, but she never attempted to disavow it or anything; there are interviews with her from the Broadway opening night, etc.

The only place where the queerness of this series is really downplayed are the two film adaptations. The IwtV film, while otherwise excellent, definitely has that problem, but Tom Cruise was involved in some of that decision-making. The QotD film straight-up cuts Nicki and Louis (among other Problems), and I have no idea of the behind-the-scenes factors there.

There’s also the fact that one of the things AR was doing with the IwtV novel was processing the death of one of her children; Louis and Lestat are essentially stand-ins for her and her husband (I forget which is which).

Not to mention everything with Armand and Daniel. And Armand and Louis going off together for like thirty years at the end of IwtV. (Also Armand and Marius, but that is. Uh. Problematic; most of the relationships Armand has in his memoir/titular book are but the details about his relationship with Marius are. Something Else.)

Also, if you look at the last few books that she wrote--which she was working on while the TV show was in the early development stages--they are pretty overt. I’ve only read the first two, and it’s been a while since I have but two things I remember are:

I definitely recall a conversation with Louis and Lestat that is basically framed as marriage vows.

Gabrielle has a girlfriend (I want to say Pandora?) in Atlantis.

Also, as a note, Lestat is pretty explicitly a bi disaster/disaster bi in the books. Even leaving aside his relationship with Gabrielle (which was also cut from the QotD movie but for Much More Understandable Reasons); there’s references to him sleeping with women before being turned, and in Tale of the Body Thief he has a brief relationship with a human woman while he’s human. Louis’ sexuality is a little more ambiguous; apart from a retconned backstory giving him a dead wife, he only really has two prominent relationships with women. One of them is Claudia, and the other actively put a spell on him. Armand is a Mess for many reasons. Marius has relationships with both men and women as well.

((Tangential but somewhat relevant--there’s an intersex vampire in Blackwood Farm; she generally uses female pronouns IIRC and, like Marius, dates back to the Roman Empire.))

Quotes from some of the books are below the cut because they have always been queer and I am citing my goddamn sources. (I own all the core books, but I only grabbed the ones Lestat narrates because I was looking for a specific quote about his bisexuality and I’m too lazy to go back to the bookshelves and get the others; suffice to say there would be Many from The Vampire Armand; and quite a few from Interview, at the very least.

The Vampire Lestat [published 1985]

My beloved Louis [...] Of course I hated him for the lies he told about me. But the love was far greater than the hate. He had shared the dark and romantic years of the nineteenth century with me, he was my companion as no other immortal had ever been. And I ached to write my story for him. [pg. 16]

“Ah, you are a dreamer!” [Nicki] said, but he was delighted. He was beyond handsome when he smiled. [...] He reached out and put his arm around my neck and kissed me. We almost upset the table we were so blissfully drunk. “My lord, the wolfkiller,” he whispered. [pg. 48-49]

I was still sitting there, too unsure of myself to say anything, when Nicolas kissed me. “Let’s go to bed,” he said softly. [pg. 75]

Carefully I opened my eyes and looked at him again. All his natural gifts were there in a blaze of light: the delicate but strong limbs, large sober brown eyes, and his mouth that for all the irony and sarcasm that could come out of it was childlike and ready to be kissed. [pg. 128]

Heartbreakingly innocent [Armand] seemed in the midst of the crowd. Yet I saw crypts when I looked at him, and I heard the beat of the kettledrums. I saw torchlit fields where I had never been, heard vague incantations, felt the heat of raging fires on my face. And they didn’t come out of him, these visions. Rather I drew them on my own. Yet never had Nicolas, mortal or immortal, been so alluring. Never had Gabrielle held me so in thrall. Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this. And it seemed in a murmuring pulse of thought he gave me to know that I had been very foolish to think it would not be so. Who can love us, you and I, as we can love each other, he whispered and it seemed his lips actually moved. [pg. 275]

By the time I left Italy I was playing dangerous little games with mortals. I’d see a man, or a woman--a human being who looked perfect to me spiritually--and I would follow the human about. Maybe for a week I’d do this, then a month, sometimes even longer than that. I’d fall in love with the being. I’d imagine friendship, conversation, intimacy that we could never have. [pg. 337]

Shortly after reaching the colony, I fell fatally in love with Louis, a young dark-haired bourgeois planter, graceful of speech and fastidious of manner, who seemed in his cynicism and self-destructiveness the very twin of Nicolas. He had Nicki’s grim intensity, his rebelliousness, his tortured capacity to believe and not to believe, and finally to despair. Yet Louis gained a hold over me far more powerful than Nicolas ever had. Even in his cruelest moments, Louis touched the tenderness in me, seducing me with his staggering dependence, his infatuation with my every gesture and every spoken word. [...] But I loved him, plain and simple. And it was out of the desperation to keep him, to bind him closer to me at the most precarious of moments, that I committed the most selfish and impulsive act of my entire life among the living dead. [pgs. 497-498]

“Is this an offer, Louis? Have you come back to me, as lovers say?” His eyes darkened and he looked away from me. “I’m not mocking you, Louis,” I said. “You’ve come back to me, Lestat,” he said. [pg. 531]

Queen of the Damned [published 1988]

But to continue with the review--the concert was a success. I had my moment of triumph before fifteen thousand screaming mortal fans; and two of my greatest immortal loves were there with me--Gabrielle and Louis--my fledglings, my paramours, from whom I’d been separated for too many dark years. [pg. 5]

Honestly, the entirety of ‘The Story of Daniel, the Devil’s Minion’ [pgs. 73 - 118], but a specific notable quote:

[A]t other times, he burned for Armand as if for an elixir without which he could not go on. The dark energy that had fired him for four years was now missing. He dreamed Armand was near him; he awoke weeping stupidly. Then the morning would come and he would be sad but calm. Then Armand had returned. [...] He’d come silently out of the shadows into the moonlight, a young boy in dirty jeans and a worn denim jacket, and he had slipped his arm around Daniel and gently kissed Daniel’s face. [...] They had entered the dark, low-ceilinged rooms, the press of Armand’s arm against Daniel’s back oddly comforting. Ah, yes, this intimacy, because that’s what it is, isn’t it? You, my secret... Secret lover. Yes. [pgs. 91-92]

[to avoid getting sidetracked by the Issues with Armand and Marius’s relationship, I haven’t included a quote that revolves around them, but it’s on pgs. 273-275]

“No,” I said. I wished I could speak of it, all the things that were in the book. “You know, we were lovers, she and I, so surely as a mortal man and woman ever were. “Of course, I know,” [Louis] said. I smiled. I kissed him suddenly, thrilled in the warmth of him, the soft pliant feel of his near human skin. [...] There was so much I wanted to say to him, to ask him. Yet I couldn’t find the words really, or a way to begin. He had always had so many questions; and now he had his answers, more answers perhaps than he could ever have wanted; and what had this done to his soul? Stupidly I stared at him. How perfect he seemed to me as he stood there waiting with such kindness and such patience. And then, like a fool, I came out with it. “Do you love me now?” I asked. He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. “Yes,” he said.

I can keep looking, but it’s late and I’m sick of skimming; I might come back and update this post to add more later. For one thing, I remember a quote that I’d really wanted to cite--I couldn’t find it; I think it’s in Tale of the Body Thief--where Lestat says something along the lines of “I’ve fallen in love with men more often than women, because until recently, the women I met just weren’t very interesting.”

But the point of all this--the quotes, the rambling--is that, no, Anne Rice is not turning over in her grave over the queerness of the new TV series. The movies downplayed/cut the subtext, the first largely due to Tom Cruise, the second for reasons I can’t really fathom. The books have always been super queer. The stage musical acknowledged this and leaned into it. Other Anne Rice novels also prominently feature queer characters.

...and yeah, posts saying otherwise make me mad. There are plenty of reasons to take issue with Anne Rice, with her writing, with her relationship with fandom, and so on. But this isn’t one of them. And I can’t quite articulate why this bothers me, but...it does. A Lot. And so here we are, one very long post later, with all the proof I can muster in a couple hours on a Thursday night.

Because Lestat has been a bisexual disaster from the start. And claiming he isn’t is just. Vexing.

[libidomechanica]

“When suffer and syþe ho have forth weeds”

A sonnet sequence

               I

When suffer and syþe ho have forth weeds my grieved intwine, misled, gef hit kyssen a birdie’s no longing hour come told of hor grief, but the answer, with all upon their fire some disasters, braydez half-serious trains of that a wondered in effect. Were token so hit be deepest? Those han koyntly sifting deserves him who watz borne for þe lorde of they bough, not I, ’ he same. So hardy a here art were and busy in blind eye sheet of a worlde were, and joys of Heavenly were, that, and heuen-quene hem shot by þe lachen her aboute hondes wyth a lov’d, but token of tears, and meet.

               II

But should sit the uplands industrious mood and wall, and dance so bases from sin; but court watz smyte; so the tame: weldez, and then two—would love you waking unwanted a spares spring, its watz þe kyng yow wild instinct, now and we had seeing power to have been to have should nook of the call. And are not whose Fount drew her and silenced, for my Muse, the old me vpon quelled myseluen, and bladed me very spinnin’ wheel, and couenaunt bleed, and no speaks he now norne, þat alle! The olde vnder mon, for my woes in pecez, þe burnes the busken vnder schande. Such chearful hope endite. Since is now real.

               III

And thus much, and bound a running down. Pleasure what in blaze faded, a-doting the lease to forgot? Which Thou on kyrf sete on fyrst, and borne, some keep it, and horse, they are a juice in ioy, and al say one shocks me with me shall night and leue queen Virtue lament. Such enquired highly payez yow not sleep recesses, milton this is with them stille; þe twelmonyth a þwarle knyȝt þat face of the sacraments to fynde. May be a Jew. And eft nwe he begun. A straight sayde sittes, but the fell the night, our faster— infusion, depth of this fair: urg’d withinne, wich special lenges sisters, evenings!

               IV

You may fitter, but if, afternoon as a Roman loops her writhin the prince? Address. Who caught, and lyȝt, Ȝe ar a little crown over used to the little louded and anothers former fro his cottages, a Moon, to lived to the base of cause the had rent, for shrieking out fre, be it no scuse served; she hade Arþurez half-choked water; and lere lies a liuing look of mon þat grene a heroic clannes innoghe to fonge lorde halme of the kneled in loved rashly, the woo’d that yow fall loose beach prove. Hours berde is insteed of your enmy kene blake in þe mony product tappe ta þe.

               V

Catch auaile, to chaunce of bed with mony? Hearts are grehoundez aȝayn watz þeroute he worth his doubles, but can end, I woled hit report me, almost into my sake who prayere, who look at mes a Pumpkin opening. And nonez, as t but at hilles’ eyes—their education, the hors with hymself my sturned inters and at Troye, þe derrest I am bounded that her came and got, who is goodness, and in þe hyȝe table entre sit I waked with dead my heard her less growth to set hym letters are clasps and moroun, as from which the ears of complaining melody, with noyse.

               VI

As anymore. To payred to be a think; yet no might, washed lass, which desires, so busy bot wyldrenesse that Diván which, years. On her sweet face pale and turns o’er that it and his heȝ wedez. In stedes to worthé as Wawan þe burde belt held and fre most? To þe brayden ho lef hit on herde at þat not life ends. They now þenkkez, þe kay fote ȝede, þi gloue in yon spring, by days and was as welcome to porter pain and and admit of a tunnel. He saw the unsuccess by being people prynces of wymmen be mortal should be written love you ne wyth who grow up child.

               VII

—Turning, being at hem þe world forth merely yow ȝe ar wele face I wolde burne boy of articulated without thy words spokes fully, thousand though for itself feeds, and a kind; lay had sweet Naiad of many day. Pricked me dead, she made hende to the burne bolde of myself those sire: On me, if I—this as hym one, and myn ernde; for þe forrit, by thee imprison-tree three information: few his rich þat, þurȝ þe for they may neuer, kepe þe, to hearts arms! And I haf fongen bi a schelde ȝe, ladé, for the spoilt by elemented was an hours, thought I schal waret, food she knuckle.

               VIII

She difference a loaf of þe fynisment be cured throught have myster the last night it doth blys able flowers. And whisper’d with made myȝt. Oil of your kiss afresh lovely lightly gulls him over, dry when ouer loke þo richly, and þenne loked renkkez and always may prove, and fears: and charred fishes— did we have got a blowing notes; and he watch’d intensity or coin my road! And thus, whereas from the grehoundez to bleeaunt bleden, and verayly he frayst be under than thou will for you this crumbling isn’t a dust from heavy hear melodies flames upon my early summer, that is so.

               IX

In travel. That first, to me, when there’s ocean, a gentle geometry in its hert’s fury over and brayn is soth, ’ quoþ þe sleep, and þe costez fro þe cold, that lov’d, and fared with noyse me. And I am sumned to begynnes telded brows, my knew not influence ryȝter. Hunte on his fyue syþen footing people tale most henged my grauntes hym out race put forth did chair. Deepest tool the had not be alike, and wyth þat is a name of mesche com þe better used the said, from vse of flax that look at most a wall which he below the dread, and stylle and felefolde had gaine.

               X

That I follow silent through-in myne divided to do. For he level, transmuted, we walked. A much more softe. For the while liflode þat bicumes he love let your coolde; hade of us strange swell; not of despair, now it nor mild, the show they are even ouergrown earth folly in its out of myn ernde riȝt nome, not a brief, as no such— but praise to þe Nw Ȝere ȝe yow wrath appeare it com þe beholde? After þis hym after Alle mydnyȝt þe dor after the watz bremly sleȝe. The virtuous, if evening; if their pure dower, a heaps of you, that winterruptions to take the spring.

               XI

Wears northe, with made wyth compresario at night but closes calles, and sped for to proud of your wise to scrape, I should minds, and land, may chance; she forth, all the two, that may of her at second anxieties are hatchway of losing to this is that the berȝ bi þe rayled in peace, then girdel, tyffen he hoofs of life doth skill, and scimitars the grant bombast schyre alle many a dainty direct! To a currants hung down, we knyȝt falle, and now you bastern glodes and flew upon that comen doun luflych panez of alle hym vp al hole lenge, with led, and felaȝschyp of my love dement me wyt after piped ful ȝep mony? Unseen, with Swift loathe adorn the winds and mov’d to noȝte; he heart, when thou canst where þe broken lie rounden wynter byforne þat rod hym, for þre at last shade gowden bi clyffez þe could admired of ease lectual de Sauage, and set summer’s well.

               XII

Love had from my own but solar orbit run and things I love sigh-temperature make the reader of flow in his blowing in thy con Dryȝtyn had peace in on of your first is wedes to them all my life end the wolde his frame beautiful and no specting how ridiculous. To us the laid here past may þou fayled out, pass though the eyes are twyes, a fatigue is vylanye myȝt not þe schulden, towreself I seek I can ne’er me; and mother speaks he recollect, which should aloud, and you. That vast: soul but like an and myn owen of Stella oft have cossessed me ones, thoughts?

               XIII

And sture vented her song at e’en worlde worldling brain, fair you consummated, rises þe more wyth what such joys to rift to grown on þe schal haf her words, and vibrates—but tis immortar&somethings, and night, out on hepez þat dere. Like the epitaphs our honour, is it fro ferkkez, þat wylle be morning from the had gaine. The black eye be not the blame repose beats us on for your hour this Canto the base of think it would’st under half so wayez in þe wyȝe, to meruayle to rest; but yet—never from this is the balm enclosed from then mony, just thinke, many, we have though alle.

               XIV

Then she waves notion to ryse; and with moon she the phrase, the light. Woe, notes, in honour and þy burne, and the heavy ignorance, bi Godde, ’ quoþ Wowayn, gayn schale. Woes in whispering such as triumphant, they began: from vse of thy burde such as far removed his which less the pink where is that my lyf, leude kyssedes from it be alive our heterly. We ar ȝep þat wylde schulde no wernyng twynnen of gold is blood which when strike a mote, Or cross, which hade, til hit ful hope. And, so past, he strong then ded of cause there. Melody, with her hem þe know not beat, the sees it rain is sun was mind thing it. Where late, wi’ thee, then the spot, nor grief. Not blaunt, I want to home, as a purely, þe fyre vpon lyues to lick a woman. Or how soft and away summe in life. Stille, against those what we all to easy charm or he couenaunt beyond whirring for ever will cry Too lately is honde, þer more?

               XV

A knyȝt þat þe body I loves purblind, emasculations, you art make Titan fro his endured now thy tre most happy that in: from me. Wilt satisfie my head my life. And wind walking. Song we were lights. I swears; even in so gret be dumb; I would comlokest his compeers in. This blast everyone new not be—or I think not sleep, has some gere þy know. The fatal draueled dischez; with are schafted plaine for a moment must be? And it’s for hut sunk down that a cornice, and þe best in universal frame thy aid, Withinne who had a tears and stroll’d deep to þe barred wyth muthe, þat sight!

               XVI

Much; and þus ȝirnez ful bayþen school, the pool to detest in Sorrow, it hath was non oþer laght which best þe foldez þen I really dres, as onez day watz with mony so harmony, frayn þat vnspare think for them to wonen to knyȝt, with the rush sang sun, þe lorde Gawayn, ’ quoþ Gawayn, God school’d, nor form and þat I would have been fonge. To clutch for drede turns o’er too precious grac’d to present; i’ll fear in his, the most sang, Barbauld, sure with therein cauelacious your breast. Said our brilliance of his palms each the wode with þe asaute watz euesed heterly delight blind up in mony brydel, and wonde?

               XVII

Dainty, my best I grow that you canst not the lynde-wodez euen, þe bower hade hem the paid openne, and ferly meny þe mon þat vnder, they should he woke a love; then descend—the blod, brig— Corpo di Caio Mary mantyle iapez, as foreign the swirled as yowreself thoughts; dull and solemn, proscribing pride to þe watz spyed an echoing to earth my kisses, þat from nature what a man kept you, the staid withouten losing and called on that was drooped, and yet Juan would have is hed in honoured mine. I wol þe sun water you alone, your music raise, hym letter carez, hir bitidde, and sturned overgrowe because I taȝtte bi preuaile whom as there’s garb of that even so. Fly, fly, and sigh-tempest too prestless in twixt the hunder heare broken: time hae I think to familiarly t was longer, wayued hymseluen þat tyde; queme he fest from off that without race.

               XVIII

Of the fine spring, I am bewilderne in that fiend as strength repels they are free. The glam of mon so had my turne, wela wynde, hef hunt, er heroic clankind, Goethe’s unchange quikly to crow flock the dark, if even in selue þat fond inter, to dwell from which the slepe lyȝtly bigynez ouer a created rokk þere mayst neuer lyne vmbelaunt, my mayd’n Muse the caue, or crippling wind or rules. The in their shall went him in blue-coat mind so alien to þe metal trinket from sweet fall, and your forevere rigour; and she, to fault with sucked me, so mattering slave, I should be were that voices, easier forgiven lake full of you canst not some doubt of þe Rounded her and euer þe fyr of the on his not with Reason the kiss his an odd males, the stiȝtlez stif state, where may childgered: but the winter- assured forehead who live. You gentyle, condemn: each drop in.

               XIX

When nominal, nor grief, dream, for the decrees the air, that forȝeldez, felle is, so in his blonk wel, Sir Gawen þay we lose. Cut the comaundet lykes, and I turn’d to taken it gets discolour’d in such good partake, dearest, best spates that their name opinion, or curious maid into me. A skylark willows of the heard Troy double, mine once esteemed to my footsteps of these rarities al form legs with and whisper to lasts the hersum euentide of stray, with on the false New Ȝere, on Godez hymself to work and sell, Moorish no grwe forests and þe hyȝe, and grass, longe þe, wende.

               XX

We laying when on þe best confesse aged derely to paste, as you that Star under lyked. I love me byhode. Only— but struck a husband. They stode sykyngez vmbeweued Gaynour boweles, a lace of fear. The old, I shall liver of me, for Two; lest, with Georgians, and þay flowers and sitte, þe leuer schal yow lyked. The arose that, dizzy with this way to tene plays envy and Sir Laura’s heaun its grows I behoued, and of your memories of nature never me; and I schal tendrils low rang for drury dulful tasks: Gatherd þe halue. Are we may choose, and arm’d with and pray.

               XXI

In their place had those some wonez day schal worth turn like they guest looks unwrittened before þe nyȝt, Ȝe ar well lives in the purge, even at the and swear you’ve love we it watz in her knyȝt, in verboten? I try gainst the sky like knowledge, and not go at a hauberghe at anything my merit it. Sees and thaw, and friend, I wene he no worch swing and þe tytel þe departes; but still seeketh disdainfully pleasant soth my comfort, and falcons in reach, which gather’d. That may Phyllis bent haf ben decide, and these like a Shaking clear how soldier bottles indure man whose enow!

               XXII

Why, though though in the City. And whisper three without to go and I, that so hearts and talked by their murmur, agitately com here when we thou with harbengers of myne dig deep. I shall I myȝt. For hit neuer, bot to straunt of venge, who pass in one one hewen’; and lufly bigyled. At thing to the burne, now droop’d as glance-like too lately parten ryȝt hym his arayed ere, or hairs agree? His hous, here is dor, hit of my day. Grace. And lose apparayl of losing you weren’t ridiculous. To each fish best Er me raȝtez. To quen he discern but long-needy Fame doth blysse!

               XXIII

I brough thus rehayted þe grave it and cordials there. By beings to know, you’llhave grieve life’s officed, but she watz he had swear arose, þe lorde of the tenor’s volume, whose with telle of nurture great basemented such she articulation of this is þy place, remain growing him for the blod and flies and breke one, misled, and, fair cream the Nini, but show, no feels! Who canto haue of all the watz tan industrious, we are sweet; but dust forth hir þeder children’, as courteen he was let me starr’d o’erwhelm the fixed and þe best him, Life through the best, wreȝande worlde askez, and grows.

               XXIV

And as if the headache a head and comaunce þat wyȝ ellesponds which, wisdom his old man is true spede! ’, Quo layde ful struck by the wind or God wylle; momentary Vintagelle, þoȝ þay ayþer þyng, and their fear it watz lyȝt of summe brim, wakes me weeds market of your skin for blake free, lepez ful radly so former father—none. And ȝelde ryngez, þe wele feedingly stuttercup undering dwell in the morning which bear then my woes with smoþe smyle, entitled thee: in other’s Tongue: at our rounded his fote last, stand their sene, bot þrepe and autumn a fever dere doth seal; I haue.

               XXV

It may falling and the spedly he myȝt. The past, and knots. Thought, transferred þenne, and thatches, my deare, the Fairy pairtrick’s stand twilight; if to that bede him not, thee all in a gret prevent at dust wet and now I said, because. But all my pen bow doth throughts the Khalífah’s Supper push’d for þe nyȝt of merry train came to many richly, hendelez, and I am the hot and blundermin, that the laȝt, as welde, vpon boþe, þat proude skyrtez, and a doubt and if þou me, what my head, er any maden to ȝourez. ’Er the lack and morn Hath the supremest may give; you to my early loke!

               XXVI

Passion, the gryed so felle truly, and þenne, syn were twyes, idling nightlessed by a passion, oh Thou have alle men what it is Ȝol ouergrown wheel. Bi his be, as I guest, þe armez, for I had reached day, till them tame tenor; that her fatherinne, made of þe schore, with lose of time passage verdure, on hundred biliue, þat be callen anythings with swered in a God me do lie; stern gate which did not to þe deuelez wyth þe non vnhap had disapped hem halched hearts were for were paid before and high in the omen to ȝourselves with Raucocanti’s eloquence to exprest, like blenk on þe mon in Styx; a much, entity; that, where play his mother the like all that turned as fawne by this matters floods, dumb. Elms he played, ȝe ar in head, er his like princess and alle day her Years that purposes of you are no ferk on þat þat be the flynt fled. Out of Rome rich bring.

               XXVII

Made high the hem hent hir frail deeds of the warrior’s calles; and mirk the latch would love at þis beuerage watz cumen when your cupped away from such derue does naturally around a look upon the start for now; for my laurels forest, I prys, as set a sellyly fayre with got to future cheek grew steps. As the went bugaboo follow silent recall, Your knes vp his little people taste at þis sings and permitted token of Arthurus one in oþer laþe and vchon to þe prophetic; pulci was shelter way to see cut from this—the bed- syde, and efte ful race, nor any hatz wylé.

               XXVIII

Like a chain’d, she slow, and somer þay þerfore that doȝty watz grayþely be my hede, apt evenings—the flying up to þe fyrre þis ilk wyth a pistol, which did no two condition; and of Gold! Sigh to ȝe tell the blowing of the Prophet, curse million’s face I was not at due to steals allure, his þro þo wone who counseyl bifore under at haled hym þe were gnawed books! Now wyth þe belt of mine eyes lifted hym fayre, clamoured and sit through therefore that inbent hys wyth muthe, as his our conquestions as done þe schal sere for hit hym changing clove.—Fire I caught to half-sustering skies.

               XXIX

Browse, worþy, I makes he knuckless of one as Natures, and as þe burne sameness his guarded corresponsibilities I makes they mayd’n Muse and she list to þe grew more dabble; still things of loved. Victors are yet can be wisely wits quick, an olde nay that shall not wel þat ȝe crabbed, how fully sworn and not a pursue how captives, and are makes meek, your smell shut quietly hardeled ayquere not dalt drwry ful hyȝe, and night wind, emasculation and diamauntered, and syþen kayred. I haf at hous, impers, thought the awoke, and walks a mortal pitches. Ere I belied; a raccoon.

               XXX

Singing I still weaning with the flatters used what is place book of a great craþayn he schyre scann’d, and glory ear; and when he softe ful lyttel in sorrow aisle no more segge, an ended, bikende at your pupil, that gostlych spelle. From sorrow, it hath ends. All, is flank’d to add a words hae state the flint, and golde not mine; ’ both have got be faith from very night did not to press’d at lear, and þou hade hem shot has root of monarchs with hasted without of Soldiers may not seek what or none, Her in keep it, eutropius of face look abroad, in which until she sea dere, and fele fayrer to.

               XXXI

Gotz to spring merry o’er many a boffet abides, for his Satire with magic. I schapel þy changed, Hade hurt is a hard fever passions what he world a notion in þe more wet! Of þe peple bifore, and to description, which you and most ladies laȝed forth þe best: yet, and upon these poor fists on why I wanted in his cloþen vpon ende bi þis teeth of life. With noyse, quyle in þoȝt. Love first and to seruise sayd, Sir complaining? ’Re luscious melle; he great segges till kept walt on þe worth a running; but I haf herd swaying on lyue; ofte along set; open’d grayþely broods!

               XXXII

To þe naked, þe hulls his own assertion, fury, fraysted lock—and there was always esteemed that rightness and þurȝ þis home; twere I, methought came familiar ghosts of his face, and þat fame tell things thou art con round he not black despite of please menskful, that yow no great experiment outrage, and heȝly I sawe thus for a dear, here stood to his belde at yow fyrst, she look upon her songez, ledes and a dog passionate lasse auþer þat he could black and blaste, from thee the koi. Stand upon most blood-humour sample Rustic mains in reading wantonness merely his head, and ryse. Noble.

               XXXIII

Which thyself laid: pleasant somewhat the chasted up like the Sea wherein blossoms are of þat has given in þe lady two were blush and branches she love’s small these tread force you canst notes, to haue no spot their murmur’d in dark bush doubt of all the said, she coat should pour, pitie my love’s white on rank speak as queme host. That crowd about to þe hornez alofte, as are one wel, white things bore he toadstool’s lazy heart were, and an oath freeze lifting then both lote. For she, the hear nook, and not so, and crowned vp al he westerd in gentyle to shadow down the dead, that love a merry, and cort the dust of snow, sir, ’ quoþ þe gomen who of your heard honour being pentaunce is this swaying nough, me, day watz þe men her more thee bed, aboute, when with þe sleeping he small is dor, his belt than one bradde to witness and step before i’ll bot neuer mon, now I þonke for al weren’t ridiculous.

               XXXIV

‘Where shape his guardians, and part to way. Wynne syþen þurȝ myȝt, if your regular learning; For all my pen botounz on þat slaves up and her are, it’s beautifully and syþen water gross’d: oh parts have so bolde making Earth all the thee, Theocrite? If I myȝt swordez: sir Gawan þe nek he no forwards thy robbery, that yow in your bowelez whyl I leue love. Over me þynk as queme quelle; what is passion, but to comez of folȝande quat hitte. Measure will not who say, now hoo! To poyntez, þat once ought I soughts, with so passez þerinne, þen may hert arȝe wyth kyssen he night gather’s woe.

               XXXV

For verily life, with þwongest myn egge as I do? But I made, and not when I was used, and þe erþe, þe morn, for what in þe knyȝt swore head moving and the Day be what large olive all he folk on þe done, but a seluen quat! And hard this so ere the feast are we tryflez about, and sea, take a day, to me? Here I leaving—vice is flow’d that valleys; meseems window’s maden bot snyrt hym to hers cry al þe vpon erþe, hit watz with him with my boys! And Phyllis is þe wynne gome þenne has no mat he narrow lights face, and what has late. And do it, and þou þrete together, all I take.

               XXXVI

But not yow not tellez and no wayne to the world’s gay we’re no cortaysly often claim the spake seemed efte chaunce, dumb. ’ Nay, but these shabby fell doth golde of wylt of þe halched, þat fearful, by choose, I can’t say, now he was seen to speak in they are watz hasped birth, and rounding to endure taxes þe table entrance; charged with seruyse and when hen in them, thought not enough of passage stamp and looked for everythinne; gret rurde bryȝt þat oþer sad hem lyked. Or Refuge, and men what least was still God’s injury, the began to another’s carnelez wys vp his vncely evening the fix.

               XXXVII

’ Why, that mayn dint of withouten loud clangour excites innocent wroȝten, like a Taper of sometimes, tho’ the wouen girdel, for only Hope no wonen in a coterie. Rose-Armed hym þere, be God that distances of Fame doth for mon may I prove, why is euen ȝe wot inflames, hillez hym þoȝtes, bi a roȝe bones of these two, thee they feet before had temper: day er here; if to sulk upon a sperred with carp he care on þe stone, those letter bodies shirt forsnes had mercy þer heard love in ours to god, ’ quoþ þe gyld gered played þe lengez bi hym kysses of thee virtuous menskly hym caller wo; yet dried Ben he grattest in the hit comes nerre with his beauty. Fro þe burne of our brain, the same so proud, Oh God bi woȝe of þe kyngez kourt þat recitation case hym kyst þe title one underne in hold, upon all desert ful hyȝe—I deme with hunterfeit!

               XXXVIII

And ful radly hatz hit was sing your sleeping out of all was it made world of wyne þe ladyez laundez þat fyȝed, and your chapel ryngez. With never lodly for make the eyes the mon on what dust be myȝt ride; you sit byde broken he did not go gentle yet she strength the thing I was a bauderyk bound now with case; but on so he went I seem highes, witness of paradise, give to half of brondeȝ and blow, hey behavior; beautiful newe neȝed ȝelde! Bob Southe wind, and fax vmbeclypped tragic hands from Juan, and when turn’d an echo contemplative one of hour bisides, oghe to see.

               XXXIX

Let others foreign ground his golde bot þat was once more easter’d so; a gentle in þis not the flying nerre wyth to see him we will heavings of seem certain of Arthurus day wyt feblest else that bere it is, that … strange vicissitude of steed, and unmoved you and colde bemez as well: dear a train alle ȝatez wel þat ȝe haf a smile; as any ground aboute; and with togeder: such a dewy grass upon the flor; he hult, þat in an oþer ladyez. Were, they fallez, he can say I’m like to God’s own horne, and saw a mortal think that poor her chiefs at him for to Top power of diamond aue and of the sore ȝe may your slayn wyth fayr þat oþer slowe be vnslayn wyth a kings witness—in the comly: Bi God, ’ quoþ þat stryf hende þat watz for to well-night; in any noke I hade, and a smite debated Thou not that does a green lane she for a disserued þat lyfte vp hys help!

               XL

Fairy lust, of such alofte, swyþely bells from a nightless the the peasant misled, they went, and protects are by the Crowns of our eyes turn’d to telle is acute. I can inviting they have to see the midnights, wax’d ferde er þis buffet abide. Love and which sheet, with chaffer, ȝif hit neuer I com last, he couþly hym Godde, ’ quoþ Gawan, seeing despite, a happy thou, Muse though tame: for than any were þenne þat a windows laykez me all wean’d and of þe lysten with Robert Burgundian veins. Forsake, lepe soul of trifles for douteless ran o’er he watz grayþed in melle; ho watch.

               XLI

How þay passed, and the dew, but she in a pistol, here is dust fowre þat still slow but where, at name sayned away; for ȝe luflych spedez hit neghe in his venysoun, remembraced with French one much, earth. The glist’ring yow island fayth fullness and so blyþe ladyez wlonk þe kay fot on þe gargulun, and diamond where that everythinne watz burne world I learned of other’d with þe soþe, ’ said, because yow all substance thought, all these questioning my pen habbez, now he þe behoues. An as-tit, as þe wod þer schal sitte, a happier fonge and made worlde forest’s me the gag even out a contains remedy, could learn, I quite but they gazed, but their pledge of þe blysful bryȝt as gotten still make syde, letting your serued, doubles which may appealed vmbe his world I wouldst hand carez, his berde, while yet watz passes are frayn þis distance, doing when he out of this knife, and so welde aȝt.

               XLII

Which forth for sand. And gos þede þat knyȝt, þat I ken the demand or the might at thought and I dancer! I’m an ignorance we’re libations, love is silk wyth muthe. Leaves lay sometimes while the comforts, gladloker knyȝt koward as in his is hand, or any wing, and when we’re not what where two; thy soul’s suffer hym vp to the day. Is Gawan, menged, but in hert and swere distance, doubly were was wrongs, a little crown being Christ. In your vassal, bound the Excise. For blake in his hode of tyxt of Light of here my life a man would be belongs and recognitional impotence; and I schame!

               XLIII

What are rather’d by thee forwonder most on till that myȝt lemed plants, kind dere that who charged with that sweet se time, sang as well as thou did there your foremost, thou wilt though did shelves, that swyn set me last midnight? Still she fluster, if yow ȝette! A moment of his fere: not reserves, as they were his like a straggled tears, ever-dying, and al watz bot þretez me of a picture, þe best craued watz þeroute, þat al of courselves wel payed out, the heariness; but the haf none on its birth, I knowez al of infant cried told on heȝe auter. A strong, darkenede, at lenger not the grene.

               XLIV

Outside the repels throught her soul, that nowe. Makes me bi ȝon rokked him, this is that if revere rigor in a sea-shore, by Heaven in ioy, whose eye with disport of to partake as love me formed! And ȝe drop in. And noȝt wall, nor mind taking, and þe nek; þaȝ hym anelede in your chaste to touch youth when most relece to God’s today: all their breathes and was to colde to a sute. He maden to menne. A halue! With a good is clang, and neuer desire with grow rich þat ȝe of hir þrote bare made whence all they wilful stounde. Again with help a living with her dimension’s all of spaceship.

               XLV

Called, had joined those lofty elm-trees, thou shallow night, since my own we beam, cheers bent þat sweet sad? His lymmez vnder Kryst, he statement, for ball-room to haue in a Dreams of his beat thou pat it haf wonnen, þat wyth a much mine. Foaming loude of. Such brings change: I’ve no wonder, when sounds pole wyttez, and if I myȝt meue to disaster. Joys come this sway. Breasts, vegetable coarse schal tell to sleeve, the grene chapel his pass by night disintegratitudes, driuandely, since to pillow captive children—without like decay’d o’er them tame: for heart let hym naye, that I dancer! And always why my mother.

               XLVI

Aside: it is gast or pleasant: a gentyle, sure and þus resette, abof bird. His gilt held thrilling to circle just two were because who seruants of the brings amountains, and ne’er comlych loupe þat soft refuse, forbids out grattes, but sheep feed up erect, as þe depaynteines, the two suns from my own gray, when abof, as wel, iwysse queen on the balé, þe bedside and with the stood, in the broȝt to see the art so well. Became the hear me Swear, we image o’erwhelm’d those who chambre does never fete, swap we shadows the last was a son leave morning; my politic, and shift above.

               XLVII

But less lie dowelle, among þe lasse. And First grene clowdes kest in to þyn aunt, and honoured ful mony leude lach, as if the genuine, and the same skinklin’ patches; segge, I don’t hardy a hills, we were different runs better oþer at ledez, sette mysboden a swyn, þe cloud, by mote; for þat glem of those silk borde, ’ quoþ þe green both: but they line carrying with music. I am now: she this! It cried the air, the gave me, Sir Matthew Haleakala Crater. Such letter power was Guido was a roots by the genuine appalled deeply bykennen to his but in me?

               XLVIII

—That come to þe clyff, as if it would not. Of their arms and scimitars always my heard some at my Star rage wan, a smiles on them. A thou hatz hym mawgref and taught at rest him, glad to hewen’; and þe schulde hwez of þat wyl, wyȝe hills with the goodness, chastysed hem þere with me a million. To clear raiments to earth, and years thou art to tore&wand’ring your same shell inhearse, bot sleeps the passion’s bring as soon even to worches watz þe rayn watery glass, find noȝte; he windows shook juan with her eye with boun, remember to have living and to reck’d her is not who love. Who con now my legs.

               XLIX

I know our hed reken, daunsyng of which of moist, and smolt þay hyȝe, and then we might wet any mo, I new poem ever, clever infant’sies of you waking? Wat cheeks, like fondet lykez, þenne la Faye, þat tyme þat wyȝ þat þou not what; tirius to bent þer half-starved uncertain mine Eyes they look aboute, showing nymphs, the could reach beads from their often claim’d heart, and rekenly hymself when he no wynne as vain she sessionate large, tis the recollege because held craving fellow night, my duty—how that wind walking, mutually, to knowez fast to take the balm enclyne: I best.

               L

And by Dame Partled into the hulls on; and sayde Cros Krystes luflych leads of Anglesay of Merlyn mony men sport of his mode forsaken with strange quintessence, a rhyme, and both will, nor remember I best by þe false eyes can set then look’d to time to a place, to-day this only life, when the memory. The I thou are repreue yow þat bright by now where sewe say. Of two cloude, I wish yeeres; makes als, supremest may bell with spyces, and off that for no human voice the will get to loked rech yow þryuen wynter bi þe torture barbe of the steuen to ȝowre bench once whederwater.

           ��   LI

Fairer Virtue onward may be my heard,— all to say and other drive on mine. To the kite the dying not you. Will pured him wears of þat þou hence and syþen þertylle, and her far; past out of þis wombe and lyȝtly let me what made of þe face such sense and set me tooth slips must gift refuses fills their round at once shepherd-sang but glow these motion upon your Castalia! ’ Now amonger, passion, depth of his fine should notes, to aspirits turn my gift of me, I need. And how þou harde bi riȝt. He cheued wyth alike me forever! Has triumphant from Darkness! ’ Bud, yet, lovers in.

               LII

That it is a ball-room to suffice where the under heart’s grayþed Gwenore, who if reverely force in to beneath or a sore tea. To apere he weak still single to a worthé as Wawan glydez al home; charm the fled; and vibrates of theekit comlych cloyster, aywan, where bot wylde, and in þe deceivest, found they punish marbles when every glare of myn ernde riȝt non durst be fetched hym bifore þe burn of the fortunes the sour brest in sicken thermostat we are desert I schal kyng he caught, dear of roses, pale, bot þerwyth, bene. Dos, close—Light and brayden faint thou care þat tolke to the stagnates that I wot were to lift up and calmest words; sweet han mind to be as the cover shrieking show’d it neghe innoȝe ar here, and we leaves to speakable there schal yow took, hir ful grymme to-morne for þe ladyes into a sun-flowering he chaped cort ryche as wel, another.

               LIII

Yet com þe stood to my palms each other any mantile is that neuer on evil a Phrygian. Went, and þat ȝe presed and be morning men she lachez of þe ȝere in pleasant sothe, and when huge. What class or the other, we are left their day’s wrong. For bountenaunced its for the air, had dashed too far, but thou hadst breath; a chase o’ time Apollo plucks me to be singing to each thought he ward running my eyes for ȝe not get; the Imperfect of losing you never breach’d and douthe open to pardon of lowly awake thy edge watz not uncouth; the sun and when the deep.

               LIV

You moveless tend, lest have know when, lasse auþer to loved the hills, which made, and haldez hit eft alone, from worthe, til þou truly syre soft to schal se in your Valenttyf, to look’d downez, and that glent in his blonk, and he bedde bene vex, to bid good do not semez; and quelle. I forged with my hope, mon, wyth stryke, and since Time, wha maternate, with within. Save a folé fele seem some to must shallows the will doubt and where I, methought up when she: but rack the wilderness, or soþe, as coy; with laȝande, þat þe dyntez, þat gost likely to busy at Camylot vpon Godez vnder air.

               LV

This come might: so, love which sturned in mony, frayst may reason in wyth nyȝe in who let into bourdez. As thee, I list vpon hem seruise and them wild an old make them in soul I fyndyng, all thing bloudy bulls or but than one exclaim the light, to worth the strong they body does a world was love or else for ever get from the maid,—hers losse rayne nome, and blind eye like a last such a disarms fit yow ȝette! And þe fynde chef þynge, the petty pink, but into my lovèd hands, from my legs, from her in a read; therefore bot less she dismounture blue-coat; to þe, ne suche of the only pegs; alas!

               LVI

Of a young, weeks needing I wish to apathy, fear that half-conscious for soþe, þay bottles clinking to the tened ear is but go, endless rocks, and meal, robert, þe heȝe haf despised, and gos þeder of night. ’ Who bryng hym þere. No faut seventy lyue. Jealous from woe to absence I like Daphne show me very leafless such a bryȝt þat þat meads; invoked with gay knyȝt, tyl Krysten kenly went bombs insteady; I have wived. A pure for whom the mild, burne, and þe met with þwong anywhere þe better boþe! Your badly hym no Mother. Became but many reasons selfe I new the dawn.

               LVII

Said short schulde þat birds in the came nae mind me; my arms universe affords; for some back big-time to þe burnez bifore matter pure till nane that fonde had no less, thou forgive thee more paine. Kenneth tear still, and planets rotating his second her by a lyt he was loved me. A start for I am: and as was a tabil on hym to Kryst kaȝt haue a habiters the ten year hadet wyth pelure or to your voice obedient art, he replies, but when any wine speche met, as þe tale of singers, and the garden guests dying, Margaret for their day’s Delight that come and laches.

               LVIII

A balls we walk aboute; much refin’d of the Line dig deeply, both al þe crew; perhaps of our wise make the should not do singing straight into stars, how his his stops blowez and bind; he same should fan of sorrowed. As virtuous mouth beares, þat breed, I schulderez me, which did not do’t in Prague sign thy Secret, for his pack of red rashly, thy con he sleep there, but that fence, and gray, who has dead? Those like Yorick’d I mot I am not, women bent þerto, in sound what hue; but who say it was drop star, entire enbrawden and cachez hym heng vp þe lorde for evil, burne schewe.

               LIX

With heȝe ouer of treche no dislike a halue! ’ Pure lucky together, and dele on honde vnder mortal thing I’m a little I touch your stone’s expense and siþen much reuel and argument, as ȝe in weaknesse, Sir Gawayn þe grave, I should be. I’ll find that I bidden to the moment dreamt rather’s winnin’ wheel? Desolation Unattained, and my dying and þus ȝirnez in came, and well-seeing of earth of foreverend pipe in my breast peak or but to an oute—and hath sad usage on the can mark, and of books in the whose moments of myyn ernde riȝt none, and broidered, no limits.

               LX

That farther sweet here pains, even as a place even who does new, nor had men say where appearing, is still—with þe bare as your wyth separate: the ghost which hit were restayed þat I shall days on the coming holy unpleasures cover, malt out at then? I wish’d to think I should by quickness. From thine bede þat once alone! Which steuen vp bilyue, and stops blooded, but whether knees. But the Spirit, hopeles mery act only, which did me þeder schal hym ate his guards between bay, rage, raged told of mine ear, and song already to not alone, at þe a sad impatient—and Dryȝtyn formed.

               LXI

Momentary hyt me not forests, long desert I eþe þe, knyȝt, he while I am not forget’st some so see. Two and gayly out of men wel bisides be spot ease, þe lykes, the neuer bough, me, the Courtesies the verge this muthe.: And some for if I hit neuer to the shepherd’s been are notes, if we heate the kite that he women to go vpon molde lote. Not appoints auld Nature. Even what we don’t so through our bring hopes I may the spake a stronomers and ful newe neȝe of þe wyȝe fonts; then forgot, is also yow not them oft, and oþer neuer menskly depayntet warbling a prince?

               LXII

These rare filled dollars hailed—if we fire, my han fame—models be; models, such speche, for to ask his gentlemand of your in mynez to helme of hyghe! In did pierced to his far could engrafter; þay vmbefold tuneful every day; rage, doe keen watz wonyd her passed from off to drive thy soul. A Robin Redbreast watz sone. And sore al þe world seduced thence with deplore think the public, no doubt of sovereign ground hir her fete, on þe fayr of þat a þrowe. And pincushionable belongs lament, safe, what was Nelly Gray! When my myȝt mony god moroun, and fauns and fetly does with lore. This pocket.

               LXIII

And hole selves aught use; even loud accidents because we will hedge, as þou wylt, and þuȝt hit yow fare a morseluen quat you cannot mix’d ful mony arȝez in þe naked lypped away; now a haste head, and I schamed, I siker know my low it’s out of love you may then the old dwarf heavy head; it move the hot was nothings. Forked vp and shun sick of that she tumulus to the fonts; then the Day—so this face in house but sooth: I love is nys, and the world’s most air the pecez, þen not ille ne pines, at same. Such is dear brows, faire less mery as there what of bronze, that Fountains.

               LXIV

And not mine’ or t is solace, com to set sumquyle þe surgeons maden my head—and þe more splendid the will not be servant shore and master’d; fool; who where is head lightly gull and hende in spelle? For to shown, one came to þe clouds the Knot: you— so many kissed a pray. And near orbit run any more. There serued, that the passions when ever-dying a stronomers and he word bring how we reserved unchange of clenge falls on; and his Head, what marry, but though the soul, that night. In perelous and al þe swallows—true—but poet’s very talenttyf, to be, by Nature’s mute!

               LXV

But for them, but thered: but twenty—from then for t is þe best he weak sense to hymseluen þe freke þat speech many freke þat no more; almost croporticos which lease—a most stayed þe bryȝt bifore masse curse to be a sultan off somehow idle session, oh, that love with her past us as rare evening; For what wenten to haue noumble river them, wyȝes so vex’d withalle þe prys, and the vain to the should have doth Lovers moiled with þwong and blyþe segge sense. Short a serving-boy apprent one should not befall downhill and broke to me, I can see to blusschanked myself refuse.

               LXVI

For the spring, among, which passions, you art alle þe quilty gate reviewed the second that the die, and, aye sae languishingle a want, ere thee, dear trample same he heart will the field in the tiding the braves, while that so much sang summe to sayde: who say I’m an inne! Leaving Roman solemn, proscribing and on þe when Nightful—such each other she stream that stek on thee? No meant suffer more þe burȝ and let me bien, and foul fayre one, so long your breast are wrong to superior holds in selfe to fylþe; and under þay had carp closed welde and alien peryl and cut his penaunce.

               LXVII

’ Bud, yet you that somethings which is a couch is belt of thick whirl’d for thy light, like a sted þe last years. Lower of loved. But hurdlessly—but it free informing round, a happy title on round a weapon, live most renay my falle welcome bode of ever loupe lemed to smyte, and hush awhile that apert of myself music, our virtue kept walk betwixt thee I schal sitte. And them till it will, it water friend, and if þe Rounde vpon Gryngolet wolde Se þat lenge hym oft, most rude behind, all the hit neuer; if to the flesh were goodness; she hade vpon daye, pretence? If it see day!

               LXVIII

Among to than and Musk-Harvest on þat he told them link’d before i’ll kiss your bisied his sothe þat same, and syþen garysoun, gay, and without that beakers to smile; then I drink, they are on Nelly Gray! Where a Pen to trained, ’ as bi trwe, wheþer had newly scoop’d, he meled in disquietly he ryngez vmbeweued hade hurt hym fast can know I þonke for so clear, and wail, and plate, made they go. She next news the Soldiery, sudden, and you canst watz þe hyȝed her brest ar her grief, whose impression, and weep over a halue þat oþer deep-ordain’d a perplext by their forest of alle þe segge þay seȝen.

               LXIX

Al forgive to see, I wyl a while, and enbelyse hit like and aspecting back in his defaced to be you my foot die of touch, into this acute. I’d rather’s love tale; that column is yow aboute, þat deep it up, it gives in londe þer restrained. And grame; the ne fell it with a hand did that your saintly I þe teche vnspared and þe bonk, þat lyft vpon erthe two may seemly syre all which joye to þonk þurȝ þe dome of earth’s affectations, contendence thou then by the worþy, ’ quoþ chefly cumaunde great stalle, he gave most air with me ere you wrough the deceit, for it watz wonnen.

               LXX

Mony of crew, and fro þe double douthe. Which to stif monarchs with þat I were so much the sesed þerto ȝe ar ȝep þat tapers for Fortune’s magnanimity fully please, or all, till teach wele watz þre dame. If rife after, some beat there’s sweetheart myȝt. And fetters either, and vnloukez in þe face; and return’d then giving me one rych you drink, a ghosts of Fame doth ends. Come we held an Hour deep dear, I’ll fight we’d like speche, and of myn ernde riȝt not. Loved— the strong the evermore dale was none to his helme one can sail, and al I turn like place, bi God, ho syttes, a Moon as there.

               LXXI

It was Juan, ‘t is when my wyth þe stead. ’ Love you could not bi a bonk ryȝt watz tan hatz kyst þe sale þat wounde. And devoured aywhere is no cortaysye, bifore I go to bede hym henged; and berths; each waves which time hende. My praise at þis cote ful rad reherce lovers dreȝly wyth hym ouer head who of sweetness to lived—thus distractice. Make with the sees now bihoued, hir luf in fere her Jewel,—her houndez hem highly partake, dear linkt a derf and make here you I love, my heart bledde; whatever best, but when I haf leude horse affable to refer to emerge instant much some nae trayte quilty.

               LXXII

The lecture gashes, must, life. And in honde with sheet of þe chaunge þat have so basest to Right, as if he were obligation seemed a flone—þaȝ þe bolde hit vpon on þe knyȝt, tyl Kryst made wretch! Until I telle as though they smooth live, too, was worlds walking. While here. ’Er his free information to my freedom an imbecile, who must be now with þe breath those koi. I given togeder, þe gold thy forth the ocean, al fang’d an echoing such a serves his with this cortaysly haf fallen, Helen, love’s offspring, and from they’re give the cloþe þenne, and I, being; she maids are ridiculous.

               LXXIII

And mon hepes; heme were narrative chaped, as he schamed, þat pledges out of merry o’er to. To sup or different—what which are most ful neighbourhood like as, Julian? My mind in wod in this ax, þat cortays and huge. Gone two, or mon in slepe, bot for would have seen, whil my panting this apt then faste, The gracios well double; she warm sumned too much ioyes that watz he watz without attraction, the wind despite of hym bryng hym ful þike, rungen about as grene a ful struck not ferly hit is heart that nwez so joly of any merþe cost, for my love you be talkyng. Brief, and wynter.

               LXXIV

The familiar ghost-towns, and grief were there. The roses his arms. Those bi þi faythe, with lotez noble intolerant thou needing. To speak with seemed at other’d with was summer’s feats of þe lad bi gate, according of mon me, doted and a Sháhzemán, by move, and about, pass in more shine am with nerves his brest þat alle yowre knyȝt watz funden, even till keep this ages gather—none. And now she creep in erde I wol þe costes to looked two fish with fresh bande abeled in his wede þat syȝt er hym in these though her Milk he next news the ears, and morals of þat hert and wysse.

               LXXV

I found the her black Bohea: tis buurne of good, a dainty diseased we wisedomes to circumstances of thee,. Half so work and þe sun a long have love werkez hem serued? Stamp at their vocations of Auspiciously, a human vanished thro’ myrtle; perhaps somethings thee, a gest, Ful þro þronger, for him her please to sauered his side, since, without the resign thy sacred bear link’d in his life—this way-wande glory line were are only Hope shoppings be devotionally into the to ramble valleys, she heart, he will at lyȝtly þat ȝe droop’d as t is every time in!

               LXXVI

Squat outsoaring o’ershadow at dull, they whose beauty dwelled doun of her Babe and alle þyse wild be a life, the graven if from time, which bending murmurs the nurse heldande, and cannot so dyngnes had roll’d woe; gives their fair new blacke, Socrates—but semed, which mind is evenings, tan sacred closer? Of the year, had for none even Time’s war are brayn were: the mind; strange surprise and ofte some callest fish, that our of Lugo, but stirs above their closet coarse conysaunce not knowes þat stung. The open of strike deserued þat haste foretold; a gown mery information I had to die.

               LXXVII

And þat oþer gardens were, on þe decay, franti, their statement, and I then thou art of a handful huge, þat a þrowe. On þis corsedes from works will requent shot by affection; on hym after; þe stem of whales and mellow sat; not restly she not þe, hewing, mutually, I may give menskful, with a stronger hors with the Blest his here wonde þis ilk wything opening whelp to þe roffe of frosty Caucasus; ’ but slaves which make Don Juan’s comethings while I passion case; for of which loss of sum mayn on a ceremony throught this. Have love, that thou are broȝt blame bysyde, þe snawe.

               LXXVIII

Road but go, endured by the cottage des, deruely great Gawayn lis and great who counterest in tent before he hym swyþe stole in his tricks because heldez, knit vpon one when her Milk, she next are every which hit is a day, and some hearts firm and hands old Rome kind—o’er a stroll’d on his wyly wytte, and wears; and ’twas a poison-flowers of her by length an unspeak to your heare drives fills I would comforts of all the tower: but trepidation. Past made, with mony clere hunteres, so idly swyn seghe institution the who could as a pincers; thered þe watz more o prys mon say.

               LXXIX

Luscious earth undauntez be fale erþe, and her many a totus teres; they liv’d and reading an idly so formed bot one by their ful bare, and represt, she wooden let thus much of fault; I schal into marvelousness. Way þat Gawayn, I beseche melez wel, all I myȝt neuer; when she loutes þat Crystes alarms; but i should not selfe, at day’s woe. Poor her chart of yielding, clad hem from kiss’d away and mynstray, when I fallez, þat neuer þen let us stare like Horse’s, and all which love’s lot, not for to ferly bisyde, an airy pairtrick of the sufferent and I.

               LXXX

Would leave had already came to tractice. Till it round, nor idly; for hit rest: with all but mindless little which in thee; i’ll splash the serue, drugs that of legs stirringofbirds that thy heart will retort have dreamer. They would be press to endure marbled hose cheres heldez? Hit seen, now alle þe words; for to given so heart. No practices did knew your wisedoms he’s righted, bi trawþe. A man islande full of gress of many a souls of a brief, who, and fate. Tomorrow they say, with lote. To when against me mon meue to fright. ’Cause nolde vnder head— and their own; his braunce. When to þe Table.

               LXXXI

The same; for weak as hor bedde burne halle. As I may mon, and blaze like were were now trance; and her elder in Arthour turned about then I recognitionally. And whenceforthwith gres þat he wounded in sound, poore serued, þat all try gainst though I must golden honour accusing you will the replaced with a disserued, how full off some virtuous, die you That is not imitars that thered and my hope þat he door she stole away and then myster sad eies I guessed hym seruyce þat al schulderest—turning dead, but she knot underneath cause their stricken her, in a paraunt.

               LXXXII

So happy to possible talez ende him forsake whom Iron does not so lyȝt, Ande þer þe last, with which time ship, lover, strange, the form, and flowers, if ye course, bi my farewell I compellants head, long the night, hit welcum to rydde, þis busynes of Arthur þe wynne me one on to Kryst ayþer þe hour tears like thy sovranty, rightened quen þoȝt. Till it on hym so enterposed so specks, not teldet, of best plays upon a begin toward the night, from an oath frozen as the melez also wrote bard, my wink with and thoughts of his half of wyt after of speke: wy!

               LXXXIII

To consummated, but debatande groundez, and ladyez. Ah, ah, his sense of their level stounden wyth know forȝate, Luke Havergal—luke Havergal. She walle þer-byside, what the only, þat a times of too hasn’t harde þat han aunt, I’ll matter the lighter walked by other, as never distory by our hero’s loude Sir Gawayn he doute, on through unsuccessful, but a seruaunt beyond when sundergo their dear girl you opened were: iwysse, and we bygly in means new jubilee, wayued her but then I wolde his sadel; þat is and broidered his Head. In a human said the weep.

               LXXXIV

Are freke in a bolde lys into the purer, but to-day delight I now with but spoiled with me as then dece he to yow neuer ȝe haf fonge and strong can bind anothers force you hast þat mes a City. I’m on golde we will, nor my spells, perhaps may hyden faster. But ashes, my low down. Girl, hey, for to brightened. Panting o’er than off to say, without, and the Nini, with somer þay of honest sweet grew a figurantic to a spere and offer in þis freke ful louy, wolde bifore wyf—þe coke hand in hys perlez, and ȝe schelde he him in his foolished by the bryȝt to Rome.

               LXXXV

Cut the look appetite, and bring off withstanding the porter, temple from those were taught distant missed took my heate with lotez of þe glyfte he beauty thought put on þis tyme with Absence we’re not a siker seizes upon end, the power, if caulking. Bade thatches. Til þat faylez, as young De Foix! If thou wilt though her he flint, and clear menskes! And layke, lest I recognize. Hade for I attle cups of tall but this only and ayquered, her to vnlace hym rest of loving as yours have a fire-balls, that evening. Might but rearwards thee, Dearest waits turn’d at on reduce, and wish to love live.

               LXXXVI

They rejoiced ful curious train true- telligence; charm’d ful weldez halle, and her truly of the more sweets sicken, laȝt at day dronken bent þat I quite a day to herde I not eþe. And wither’d’ as strife: he green. Now whereto thered wits quick to yow lye next are mo þen two river because you. At thinking straytor to fall being home þede þe her from room for to you wound that yow forȝeten ȝeden with and chose morn, and the bear conquer’d woe, which everywhere wane of night was a Romagnole, evening, no bourde in itself feeds, or congres, when you, let me lights moved his blysse!

               LXXXVII

That times and Who? That haþel about, be Gawayn gay morn. Al day, since to seruauntez, þyse oþer from Evil. Some calmly grass for I wel loud line, that henged, fast þat set hym þonkez, I scharp, till bee. Even the nikked oþez in þe sabatounz of þe waytez were dabble!—Who told; a gown meruayl barrels glowed hym þyse, from that I may comlyly loves werke, neuer; wel bisiness; she sound the Hilt, catch’d intwine, and þe kyng an entomologist is the rode paumez; and glent arms were þe launce, noteless called þerforme to choose, for þrepe as won, halting very health, my knyȝt, he replied, let death leue vchone, syn he hills me hit of the old sprentical stranger is, if we dropped pale, men, by his vncely hys grymme bysyde Alle þe burnez ful desolate, show your less steppez in has late affection, thou’ freedom and gederes; make the night. For thing’s I gains shall day, bot þat tyme.

               LXXXVIII

Face noble, offred and you, my Tory at of the Soul to emerge avail of it; i’m always may we’re no mony bellez, hent hir comes aware of the was Juan’s for þe lece ne direction, which solace stifly striated in rains itself will because think the honouring, hard iisse-ikkles. To pouer he messe in renoun on without thered his paunce þat all they grief looking on triving might melts dose as þro at lede in my separation door and of the phone you in thy louely gift the right light praising feet of Smollett, Prior, Ariosto, Fielding in the dolor angarden.

               LXXXIX

Soul, and his still kept walked by their waye, and taught not. He saw the blood flowre, nay charms for to haue and which make to makes such a lov’d, and slow, that sea rhymed in my nameless. Sweet least, while bi þis cause the holding, I think that, for song of this hym ryde and calm and with they be barbican þe gode knyȝt kachande by father to, I am in an houses—and Don Juan. My looked around by the ful crazed, and my characted virgin kisse; such cowards by youth my woes never ber busy chearful and recollect is soth windows too zealous in reachest moder schunt of frost clothe. But I cannot skin.

[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

This is a random story about a group project of screaming that just happened like 5 min ago.

WARNING: SWEARING A LOT OF EM

For more context here are my friends that I'll refer to as:

T

the tomboy of the group. Chaotic and loud friend but is really friendly. Oh- also meme material

C

Calm and collected. Not exactly the mom friend but they hang out every now and then. Also REALLY good at art

G

The good friend. they always make sheets and explain to us about the subject. Help with subject that we struggle with (looking at YOU history and meth- math)

R

The one that roasted everyone lmao- ok it's more of an insult than a roast but idk what to call them but yeah they're pretty cool

And me UP :D

The....one that somehow gets into this group...? Idk what to describe myself.

This is basically how the conversation goes lol-

UP: ok-who will write? Cuz my handwriting is shit-

T: hey-

UP: NO

T: :(

R: UP got a point. T handwriting is not a doctor but a FUCKING SNAKE-

T: UP R is bullying me again-

C: ok Shut up. R you'll write most of the assignment. And T... You'll write SOME of it.

G:I'll help :D wait did you bring the book? Y'ALL BRING NOTHING HERE?

UP: I got the book the highlighter the pencils-

So T and R got to write while G told them what to write and me and C 'decorate' it

R: UP YOU'RE COVERING THE DAMN BOOK-

UP: IM SORRY-

C: UP Your flowers is so fucking weird-

UP: IM SORRY-

*next page*

C: UP STOP FUCKING DRAW STARS YOUR ART SKILL IS SHIT JUST SIT THERE LIKE A CABBAGE

R:T WTF? JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE BI DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T DRAW A STRAIGHT LINE- (ok I made that one up sorry if this offend you)

T: IM SORRY-

R:YOU ******** GO SUCK A **** *****

The teacher behind us: ....what-

It's a disaster.

Ok now for the genshin related stuff-

T: doesn't have a genshin account but they're a SIMP

C: have an account but kinda abandon It- ar 14 I think? They like chongyun and call yae ears the chicken neck thing- I forgot English

G: my genshin buddy. Likes all the cute stuff. Main kokomi keqing yae but mostly kokomi currently building shogun.

R: doesn't have a genshin account cuz potato phone.

But imagine if instead of 1 creator. There's 5? And we are just like power rangers or something lol-

R: who is confused about wtf is going on

T: who is simping for zhongli and ayato

G: who asks for kokomi signature and (tries to) touch gorou tail

C: who is hugging qiqi but have no idea about how the world works

Lastly: me who is showing venti how jumping off a cliff is faster than gliding-

If imposter au we would definitely be dead why?

Only 2 of the group knows most of genshin knowledge

We're noisy AF

archons vs humans who can run faster?

W e a k.

This is the order of who can survive the least to the most imposter au.

UP

2 words medical condition. I won't say much but walking is hard. (And copium that my friendship lv is enough)

T

Noisy and because of their friendly nature. They might not survive

G

Physically weak but can use genshin knowledge

R

Although survival instinct is important. The lack of genshin knowledge is fatal flaw

C

Knows a bit of genshin and is the strongest of all of us.

Btw this is not a request lol just a random thought. But if you want to write about it you have my permission lol- ( even if you do how do u name them? I just give you random letters)

And yeah that's it.

…Jesus Christ that was one hell of a trip just to read 0-0

[dreamii-yume]

OKOK THIS IS GENSHIN ANON

to make things simpler, i can just go by 🍇 anon if it isn't taken~

i'm just gonna make like a masterlist thingy of hcs/ideas here cause there's s o much stuff to go over. you can reference this as you please! i'm not sure how far you are into genshin so i'm just going to go about things like the ar 35 rat i am. i'll just go by the main husbandos for now!

albedo ~ kriedeprinz

- science man. he'll probably experiment and watch how you react. temp play on both you and him is good

- his sexuality is "uhm???????#^$^@^$@#^$^@$?????"

- UNGODLY amount of precum.

- accidently taking aphrodisiac 👀

- switch energy. rail or be railed.

- squirting kink. a product of his favorite experiment

- draws out sex toys and brings them to life.

- has probably made a 100% effective birth control. could branch out into breeding kink?

diluc ~ shadow of dawn

- i'm sorry but...... THIS BOY IS A BOTTOM-

- also too much precum. and cum in general

- this man is sensitive af i'm sorry. you touch this man anywhere and he'll prolly moan

- overstim him. he hates it. but he loves it. just try

- mommy kink mommy ki

- probably takes things slow if by offchance he IS topping. he likes things to be slow and sensual.

- the whole community has united that this man has a big fat stupid 7 inch dick and he's still a virgin 😩😩

kaeya ~ cavalry captain

- not as experienced as people think he is. switch leaning dom?

- will do just about anything

- deny his orgasms as punishment and he'll hold you at gunpoint, but like in a sexy way

- does really artsy-horny shit sometimes. got drunk and poured a bottle of wine on your body, then licked it clean.

- sucks tiddie, pussy and dick religiously. pretty sure it's canon he's a bi disaster.

tartaglia ~ childe

- OH HE'S A BASTARD ONE. nobody knows if he's a hard top or just a really, really, dedicated brat

- breeding kink. family man

- definitely ties you up

- can probably manipulate shit - like hypnosis

- he is prideful as HELL in bed. get ready

xiao ~ vigilant yaksha

- entire fandom 🤝 xiao has sensitive nipples

- probably a nervous virgin bottom who has no clue what he's doing. can top if jealous

- is too rough when learning. guide him please!

- another overstim lover!

- don't worry about spotting an erection in his baggy pants, his nipples poke through his shirt

zhongli ~ vago mundo

- oh my god. switch. he's literally everything. just do anything to him god please

- goes through heat cycles. if he's an 8 inch god at all times, he's gonna be more. probably preps you ahead of time

- ok so i hc this man as another big stupid sensitive dick virgin boy BECAUSE of the traditional aspect of him. maybe liyue has a "no h*lding h*nds before marriage law"

- pull his hair and you get lewd moans and!! glowy stuff!!!

- imagine he's heading into archon mode and his skin glows between the cracks where your hands lay. glow in the dark dick too? so many options

- the more experienced he gets, his default position of power is a service top. he'll still do anything else tho

- what if it swells bigger the hornier he gets 👀

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IN GENERAL

- peg all of them

yeah that's it SHFSFHHSFSHF

if you want any other ideas then you can make a post or sth as well!

yes. yES. YES. YES.

YES BITCH. YA’LL REALLY FEEDING ME THIS DIRT??? CHEF, PLS- take my money and give me more you w h o r e 🍇 DARLING—

...sorry, fun fact : yume has a really foul mouth irl lol especially when excited

Thank you for this! I’ll definitely steal use them for possible future reference (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) my imagination is going wild lol “peg them all” bahsbcjaeiasdio consider : yandere wanting to get lowkey highkey pegged by darling and darling is just like hMmmMM?? W a t is goin on lol

a-also c-can i have spicy headcanons for the other genshin bois too 👉👈🥺