#but at the same time i love to see his movements and expresions

[shrimpyjackal]

i dont know whever i should be happy to not have an artblock or dissapointed in myself `cause Dimmadisgrace get himself in my top 5 characters

[asharasasylum]

♡ drabble booklet - entry 1

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ warnings: step-cest. corruption kink. dry humping. smut. 18+

Step!Brother Rafe finds you irresistible as you try to make yourself comfortable on his lap. You’re wearing that sheer slip, the one that practically leaves you bare in front of him. It’s stupid, he thinks but he tries not to comment on it, knowing it’ll only make you pout at him and try to slip away from him again. 

Like the way you're softly pouting now as you look at him. “Rafe,” you fearfully whisper, staring at him with wide doe eyes. “I don’t think we should-” 

He shushes you quickly, fingers threading themselves through the strands of your hair as he pulls you forward. “Relax,” he tells you, nudging his nose against yours. “Just like I taught you,  remember?” 

You nod, leaning further into him and being the good step-sister he had taught you to be. You press your lips to his, gentle and almost unsure at first when they connect, only to grow hungrier when he reciprocates. It’s always the same, you pretend to not like it, to not be that into it, only to become desperate from his touch. You soon find yourself eagerly parting your lips when his tongue swipes against them, letting his tongue roam freely in your mouth. 

Rafe thinks he likes the little game you play, you acting coy every time he comes into your room, only seconds later for you to be whimpering into his mouth. He likes the idea that he is corrupting you. 

“I’m going to guide you, okay?” Rafe tells you, with a smug smile. His hands fall to your hips as they grip onto them, kneading his thumbs into your flesh as he prepares you for what he’s about to do. 

You nod bashfully, barely taking notice of what he’s actually doing until you feel it. Your crotch rubs against him as he rolls your hips, eliciting a gasp from your lips. 

“You okay?” He asks, cupping your cheek with one hand. You nod again, only this time your eyes are half lidded as you dazedly stare at him. “This okay?” He rolls his hips upwards, his hardened cock pushing up against you in the process and watching how your lips part to take another steady breath. 

“Yes,” you mutter, reacting to him as you follow his movements. As always you’re a quick learner, taking what you want and letting your desires guide you. 

“There you go.” 

You barely register his words, or when his hands start to roam over your body. You’re too lost in the feel of him rubbing against you, your clothed pussy becoming slick every time he nudged upwards into your clit. You can’t even think about kissing him, and you love kissing him, you’re just too focused on the feel of him underneath you and the way your stomach knots in delight. 

The clothes between you don’t lessen the friction and yet you still really want to take off your shorts. You think he can tell, reading your fucked out expresion as you stare at him through hazy eyes. If he can’t see it written over your face, he can hear it in your sharp breaths as you move your hips faster. 

“Rafe,” you whimper when he stops, pulling your hips up off of him. 

“Give me a sec,” Rafe hisses, hand slipping down to his shorts. 

You follow his hand, watching as he adjusts himself in his shorts. You’ve never seen it before, not even like this, his hardened cock a thick outline in his shorts. He’s big, you can tell even though you have no other guys to compare it to. 

He groans, when he manages to get it into a more comfortable position. His cock slaps forward, the tip peeking through the waistband of his shorts. Bright red and leaking. 

“Take it out,” the words fall from your tongue catching you both by surprise. 

“You sure?” He asks, with furrowed brows. 

“Please,” you pout at him. 

His hand slips back into the waistband of his shorts with no hesitation, and you watch with wide eyes as he pulls it free. It seems bigger for some reason and you can’t help but stare as he gives it a few strokes. 

He’s quick to yank you back down on top of him, bringing you both back to moments ago. Only it’s better now, Rafe can feel how wet you are, literally dripping through the sheer panties you call shorts. He groans at the sensation, grinding himself harder up into you and eliciting a moan from your lips. 

“You’re soaked,” he tells you, hands roaming over your body once again. 

“Your fault,” you mumble, bringing your lips down to his. You don’t kiss but your lips part as your moans slip from your tongue and into his mouth. It feels good, too good. Especially when your panties get caught, sliding to the side and your bare pussy ends up gliding over him. 

“Shit,” Rafe hisses at this, the sensation and the way you’re panting like some bitch in heat, driving him insane. 

You’re close, your toes curling as your stomach begins to stir and you begin to clench around nothing. He can tell when your hands grip onto his shoulders, and you bite back at a noise that threatens to be too loud. 

He helps you through it, using his hands to keep you sliding up and down his dick, watching how you finally crumble when your orgasm washes over you. He watches the way you fight to keep your eyes locked with him and the way your teeth sink into your lips to hold back your moans. 

But Rafe doesn’t stop there, prolonging the overstimulating feeling as he continues to grind against you, grazing over your sensitive clit repeatedly. He uses you, groaning into your lips as he chases his own high. He doesn’t even think when he starts to spill out onto his stomach, thick ropes coating his abdomen, completely forgetting that he’s still rubbing you over him, coating your pussy in his cum. 

Even as he does realise he’s too shameless to care, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you down against him. He knows he should clean you up, but he doesn’t want to as he presses his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. And he thinks you don’t want to either. 

[wolfs-hunt1]

Power hungry (03/04)

Summary: When your coven sisters find a way to keep using your powers and keep your life they try anything in the books to get it, even if it means killing someone else in the process. But something happens unexpectedly, he happened so unexpectedly, Chase Collins. Would you be willing to go along with him to have some happiness or will you just do what you are told by your sisters?

Pairings: Chase Collins x reader

This part is a lemon, which means it contains sexual content. If you are under 18 or you don’t like this sort of things then please turn back now. If you do like then enjoy the reading.

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Masterlist

Part 2

After almost a year without updating this one, here’s the next chapter XD

Not beta-read, so sorry for any mistake you encounter.

Good readings!

obs: gif not mine

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That night Morgan calls a meeting with all of you. It was raining heavily, the thunder illuminating your room once in a while. Vera was late, but once she got there Morgan tells you all to take a seat.

"It's almost time to see my plan bare fruits. We need to act fast now or we'll lose our chance."

"You still haven't told us your plan, Morgan." Gwen notes, getting a dirty look from Morgan right after.

"I was getting there if you had let me finish."

"We have a chance to get more power and keep using it, without repercussions. All we need to do is get caleb to give up his powers once he ascends, and in time, get all the sons of Ipswich to do the same. We get stronger, and they get out of our lifes for good." once she says that you get a bad feeling… like the power she craves won't come to her that easy.

"Now, me and Caleb share a birthday, which is just perfect. I can just snag his powers then and there, what isn't perfect is that bitch Sarah getting all grubby with him. My plan was for you (Y/N) to seduce Caleb and take him to a remote place, but now that all he has eyes for is her it will be trickier. But I know you can do it." wait what?! You had to seduce Caleb?

"First of all how am I suppose to do that? he hates our guts remember? Second, I thought you had said Sarah wasn't going to be a problem. Maybe if you had told us sooner we could have droven her away form him."

"The sons of Ipswich don't consider you a threat (Y/N), unlike they do the rest of yous, you are just too sweet." she mocks you for your more subdued attitude towards them and the feud. "But dont worry you just need to focus on Caleb. Edith and Gwen will take care of Sarah for you." you can see the twins shake their head and start whispering to each other, already devising up a plan.

"Anf if I fail to seduce him?" you ask softly.

"Sweety, you better not fail. Or we'll have to expel you from our coven." she sais it dripping with false sweetness, making your inside coil. "Oh and one more thing (Y/N). You better not get sidetracked with Collins. Or else." you nod, lowering your head.

How in the world where you suppose to seduce Caleb? Even if Sarah was out of the picture he would still prefer her over you. And Chace. You weren't sure yet if you really did like Chase, but he did manage to make you lightweight whenever he smiled at you. But you definitely felt something for him. And now that you started to finally develop felling for someone, after all this time, she tells you to step back? 'Just my luck…'.

The night is restless, and you can't stop your anxiety for what's to come.

You're headed to the library the next morning when you see Caleb walking on the corridors, 'It's now or never'.

"Caleb!" you run up to him and stop in front of him going silence. you adjust the strap of your bag and gatter the courage to do this. "I needed to talk to in."

"Then talk." he shrugs his shoulders.

"In… a more private place, if it's ok?" he eyes you suspiciously but nods anyways, you two walk outside to the small alcove you and the girls usually hang out in.

"So, what did you wanted to talk about (Y/L/N)?"

"I wanted to… to say that I…" you cheeks started to grow pinker by the second and you didnt know how to make it sound natural. "I wanted to say that I like you." you finally let out. "That I realy like you and that I think its stupid to have been fighting since we were kids for something our great great grandparents did. And I wasn't going to say anything because I don't think I'd ever got a chance but seeing you and Sarah getting closer has just made me realize how much it hurts not telling you I have feelings for you." Caleb just looks at you for a few seconds with a dumbfounded expresion on his face.

"(Y/N) I… I'm sorry but I like Sarah, we're sort of dating now." you sigh and look down. he pats you softly on the arm and goes back inside, leaving you there looking at your shoes.

"That was cold of him, to just leave after a confession like that." you out of your skin hearing this, turning to see Chase leaning on the wall of the building, hidden, from where you were, behind the trees. Fuck, he must have heard everything. "If I had known you had feelings for him I wouldn't have flirted with you so much the other day." he says this with a thange of venom and hurt, kicking off the wall to leave you there too.

"No, Chace, wait, please." you beg him to stay, getting closer to him and fidgeting with your hands for a while. Maybe you shouldn't touch his arm, give him some space while you try to explain things. "It's not what it looks like. I swear."

"Really? Because it seemed like you were confessing your love for him."

"It's not like that. I really like you, but Morgan wants him away from Sarah, so she sent me to do her dirty work… You know what, I've ruined any chances now, and if she evens sees me talking to you I'm done for." you start to turn around, tears forming in your eyes, when he grabs your hand and pulls you against his chest and then against the wall, running his finger on your check clearing away your tears softly contrasting with his actions just secons before.

"Morgan is not here now is she? Care to explain this a bit better?"

You end up telling him Morgan's plan, glossing over some stuff like the fact you all have powers. All the while his face is of concentration and he seems to be thinking about something he doesn't voices. You also tell him of your feelings towards him. At that, a devious smirk plasters itself on his face. But once you tell him Morgan doesn't wonts you seeing him the smirk falls a bit.

"Do you always do what she tells you to?" he inquiries softly on your ear, nudging his nose down the column of your neck breathing in your scent softly. You let out a shuddering breath, getting high on his proximity and the smell of his cologne. "Dont you ever want to be a bad girl?" he nips your neck softly and once you keep quiet for a while he hums to signal you he's still awaiting an answer.

"I guess I've been used my whole life to her telling me what to do, old habits die hard." you moan softly when he kisses your neck and bits down again, your knees getting weeker by the minute.

"Do you want me to get away then? Wouldn't want her to see us, right?" he says it mockingly because he dives down to your collarbone next, no intentions of stopping in his tracks whatsoever. "Do you want me to stop (Y/N)?" he asks, finishes you name on a whisper to your ear, where he licks and nips on the lobe.

"No." you say weakly, grabbing at his uniform jacket more securely as to not lose your balance. You head foggy with the desire coursing through your veins. once the word is out of your mouth he steps back and gives a toothy smile, grabbing at your hand and pulling you with him across campus. Both of you running and giggling like two teenagers, unpreoccupied if someone running into you since they where all suppose to be in class already.

Next thing you notice you are running through the dormitory corridos, and Chase is fumbling with his keys, hastily opening the door and pulling you inside, closing it and loocking it right away. He leans against the door for a second while you turn to him, just in time to see the hungry look he's throwing your way.

"You look good enough to eat (Y/N)." he growls out, licking his lips and kicking off the door to keep your frantic kissing going, making both of you lose your balance in the process and fall on to the creaky bed. You both make hast with each other's clothes, taking off jackets and the polo shirt he's wearing, he grabs at your dress shirt and pulls down, buttons flying everywhere. He takes a moment to admire your lacy bra, and dipping down to kiss from your neck to the tops of your breasts.

"You look so hot in this number." he says, biting on your bra strap and pulling it, just to hear your soft gasp once he let go of it, snapping against your soft skin. He straddles your waist and takes off his own dress shirt, leaving on his tie. He kisses down your navel, hands traveling up your thighs and down your skirts, caressing you softly. You feel his nimble finger hoking up the hem of your panties and slowly pulling them down, kissing down your thighs accompanying that movement.

Every touch of his lips in your made you burn with ecstasy moaning his name softly into the chill air of the dorm room. His hot breath puffed up neer your moist core, making your squirm in delight. His hands grab your thighs, hooking them up on his shoulders for better support. Fingers digging into your supple flesh when his velvety tongue licks up a stripe from bottom to top of your pussy, eyes looking at yours for approval and incentive to continue.

You were choking on your own moans, his tong wiggling around your lips and entering your warm hole, just to retreat and continue its assault on your pink clit. He added in his fingers, making come either gestures and moving his tongue side to side on your sensitive clit. He pushed over the edge of the cliff screaming his name, and helped your ride out every wave of you orgasm, until you had to pull him by his tie to stop him from touching your oversensitive clit. his chin was damp from your juices, and a wolfish grin spread across his face while he crawled over top of you, by the provisory leach you had over him.

You roll the both of you into bed, straddling his lap now. His hard-on painfully straining on his slacks, you unbutton them and pull them down along with his boxers, his cock bouncing up once freed, precome dribbling slowly from his tip. He reaches onto his bedside table in a flash and takes out a small aluminum foiled square, unraveling the condom over his engorged tip and down his shaft. He grabs for your hand, helping you adjust on top of him, and pulling you down to kiss your soft lips.

You rake your nails over his toned chest and start to bounce up and down, watching as his face contorts to one of pleasure and as he bits on his lip. The sexy look on his face making you moan louder and bounce faster, his hard cock felt so nice inside you, reaching all the sweet spots in you from this position. He grabs your hips and helps you bounce for a while until he rols you over again, and spreads your thighs wider to pound into you harder.

"You feel so good around me babe, you make me wanna cum right now." he dives down and takes off your bra, kissing and licking at your nipples and massaging them on his big palms. You moan in response, all coherent thoughts pounded out of you with each dive of his hips into your core. You grab at his biceps for suport, nails scratching every once in a while, just making him moan louder. You come around him, pulsing and trembling, legs shaking and breaths raged until he stiffens up and pumps slower into you, his face contorted into one of pure bliss, until he hides it in your neck, licking and marking you with a hickey.

His arms are shaking, and so he pulls out of you slowly and flops onto his side as not to crush you under his weight. You snugle up to his side, his hearth beating fast. "That was amazing." you say softly, he kissing the top of your head in response and you both drift off to sleep for a while.

You wake up to the feeling of soft kissing being landed on your skin, a huge smile spreading across your face even before you open your eyes to the sight before you. Chase has only in his boxers, hair mused over spiking everywhere, and attentively kissing every inch of your body slowly and sweetly until he noticed you were awake already.

"Afternoon my sleeping beauty."

"Hey." you rasp out, accepting his kiss to your lips.

"You wanna get to class? We missed the entire morning and lunch already." he lays down again in bed and lets you rest your head onto his chest, getting his arm around your arm making slow circles with his thumb.

"I do need to go. The girls will be questioning why I haven't showed up."

"Well, your phone has been going off forever, if we wait longer they might send a search party." he says laughing heartily. "But before you go. About the entire Caleb thing." you grimace up at him and go to apologize again when he shushes you with a kiss to the lips and sais:

"I'll help you." you look incredulously at him for a few seconds until you shake your head to get your thoughts in order.

"You'll help? How?" he pulls you donw to him again for a kiss.

"I don't know just yet, but I'll. That way Morgan gets what she wants, and we get to stay together." You hug him tight and kiss his cheks and nose until you reach his lips again. You both get dresses and get out of the dorm room and head to your next class, taking separate routes to seamless suspicion.

You are giddy throughout the entire of the day, until Morgan gets in your shared room.

"Where the fuck were you all day? You where suppose to be taking care of seducing Caleb, but you dont even show up?" you try to defend yourself but she soon snaps at you again. "You were with Chase where you?! He was also missing today, I told you to stay away from him didn't I?" a thunder cracks loudly in the distance, making you jump slightly.

"You disobeyed, and so now you pay the consequences. You won't leave this room until I let you, or getting expelled from the coven won't be the worse thing i'll do to you."

She grabs your keys from the desk and goes out locking you into the room.

"Morgan, no, dont do this please." you scream into the locked door pounding your fists against it, but to no avail, she had also charmed the door. You where trapped. A couple of hours later you hear the faint noise of the sirens of an ambulance, but no one ever passed in your corridor so you could ask for someone's help. But even if they did, they couldn't exactly help you anyways. You could only sit and wait out for her to return.

Part 4

[squishylilmochi-blog]

§ Late Night Work.  (Part 2)

Words: 1631

Genre: fluff, non-idol!au, smut, office workers!au, female reader

A/N: Hi~ Here you have the second part of this ff. This ff has two parts, so make sure you check the first one up too.Hope you like it~ ^^

"Now. Be a goodgirl and let daddy take off this tempting skirt, before I lose my patience and rip it open. Ok?"- he said between soft kisses down my stomach. I smirked as he lowered his hands and face, not breaking the eye contact.

"Sure babyboy~"- I replied as I seductively licked my lips, gaining a grin from him. He unzipped my skirt and gently pull it down with a proud smile painted on his face. With my skirt already on the floor and his hungry glance and strong hands all over my body, I smirked again and took away my shirt. "Now it’s your turn~"- I got up and stood right in front of him, not breaking the eye contact. Jimin just replied with a smirk as my hands went down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and when I was about to drop it to the floor, he stopped my hand- "Don’t put it too far away, I want to use it~" I giggled at his cheeky face and put it around his neck, pulling from it, bringing him closer as we shared a hungry kiss.

His hands went slowly to my waist, not missing the opportunity to unclasp my bra and pull me even closer, sharing a heated rough kiss with me. "Let mommy breath.. babyboy.."- I broke the kiss as I tried to catch my breath. He laughed as he started kissing down my neck, seductively biting it making me giggle. As he continued nibbling softly there, I continued unbuttoning his pants, making them drop to the floor. "Nice underwear newbie."- I commented after seeing a sexy black pair of boxers."Aren’t they uncomfortable? Being this tight.."- I smirked and he grinned against my skin.

"Whose fault do you think it is?"- he replied as he pecked me. "Then.. let mommy take care of it, babyboy~" Jimin smirked and nodded, I got on my knees pulling his underwear down, now with his v-line showing. He was already so hard that made me want to tease him.

I started pulling even slower, watching one and each of his reactions. As the release of his big bulge got closer, his face was showing a more painfully pleased expresion, closing tightly his eyes and biting with despair his lips. "Are you ok, babyboy? You seem in pain~"- I said as I completely stopped my moves, teasing him more. A low raspy groan escaped from his throat- "Are you going to be like that?" He replied as his eyes met mine, I smiled and kissed his still clothed friend.

"Fine." Jimin responded with a grin on his face, grabbing my left arm as he pulled me up from the floor. "If you like teasing some much.. I can show you how it should be nicely done, right?" He pushed me back to the black lathered sofa, grabbing my legs up. He exchanged a naughthy look with me before roughly pulled my panties off. "Now we’re talking~"- he said licking his lips as he pushed his hair back.

He pinned my hands up and grabbed his belt, tying them as he smirked and trailed a path of wet kisses from my lips to my lower stomach. As he got nearer to my center, my body started to tremble a little and when he finally reached my core slowly pecking it, a hiss escaped my lips, making him stop and smile- "Do you like it baby?" I bit my lips as he licks his.

He smirked and flipped my body, now me being on my fours as he gently caressed my back and leaved some pecks on my right butt cheek. "I wanted to be gentle.. but you’re already this wet and.. Daddy wants you now, babygirl."- he whispered to my ear as he positioned himself.

"Newbie, what about the condom?"- I said turning my head to my right, looking at him as I licked my lips. He strongly bit his lips and sighed- "How about.. if something happens, I’ll take responsibilities. What you you think?"- he replied with a smile. "Wtf..?!"- I grumbled raising one of my eyebrows. Jimin just laughed and pecked my shoulder- "It’s a joke Y/n. It’s already on, baby. Why? Was I too fast for you? How cute~" I looked over my shoulder and saw the squared package on the floor and the condom on his friend already. He giggled and kissed my shoulder again- "I care about you, I would never do it without permission Y/n.."

He then slowly thrusted in as a soft groan leaved his lips, making me gasp from the sudden sensation. I felt so stuffed.. he was so much bigger than what I expected. He started thrusting slowly but strong, when he caught the rhythm his thrusts became faster and stronger. Only leaving the room filled with both of our muffled moans and groans, as drips of sweats fell from his forehead and chest down to his stomach.

"Ugh.. girl.. you feel so tight and good"- he said between soft growls.

"Now is mommy’s turn~"- I pushed him with my butt, making him pull out and fall into the sofa. "Take this off."- I commanded as I showed him my tied hands. He smirked and shook his head no smiling. I bit my lips and sighed- "Fine.. It’s going to be worse for you though." I sat on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and started to kiss his lips hungrily. I lowered my face and trailed kissed down his body. Teasingly licking his abs and again up to his chest, softly biting his nipples making him tremble for the unknown sensation under my touch.

"Do you like it?"- I smirked, before laughing after seeing his stunned face. "True.. you’ve never been on the sub side, right?"- I paused biting my lips as I thought- "That might have been surprising.. Doesn’t it feel nice, babyboy?"- I giggled at his kinda red face. "Don’t worry baby~ Mommy isn’t going to make fun of you. I’m just showing you new things."- I smooched him before giggling.

I positioned his friend on my entrance again and slowly sat on it, taking all his length in at once, making him hiss and bit his lips. "Use them in a more useful way babyboy~"- I said as I pulled him up for a headed make out session. Riding him as our lips melted into the other.

By the time I got tired and my movements got slower and sloppier, we were both almost there, feeling a knot on my stomach as his friend was twitching inside of me. As I started to feel a big wave of pleasure, I moaned even harder and my body started squirming. Jimin realized how I was about to cum and untied my hands before pulling me into a hug as he kissed me, and finally we both came.

"Jimin-ah~~ Chimchim~"- a feminine voice shouted from the other side of the hallway, making both of us jump a little- "Where are you? In the bathroom? Are you there? What’s taking you so long? We’ve to finish our game~"- she continued between hiccups.

"Your poker buddy is calling for you.."- I paused -"Chimchim.." I got up from him and started to pick my clothes up. He smiled and took the condom off- "What?" I looked at him as he approached me- "Don’t you find it a cute nickname?" I shook my head no, making him laugh- "Oh really? Normally girlswould fall for it though.."- he paused, caressing gently my shoulder- "Then how do you want to call me?"- he paused -"Babyboy?"- he continued laughing, gently kissing my skin.

"Get dressed already."- I replied walking away as I placed my shirt inside my skirt and grabbed my heels. "I don’t want to.."- he whimpered, pouting as he sticked out his lower lip like a child. After putting my heels on, I bended in front of him and picked his pants. "That bent was just for teasing.."- he said smirking. I threw him his pants- "Get dress. Now." He pouted again and started to get dress. I picked up his belt and hide it behind my back, I signaled him to come and as he got closer, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Jimin smiled and also wrapped his strong arm around my waist, pulling me even closer. We were just staring into each other eyes, any word coming out from our mouths but it was all being said. "I would like it if you call me Jiminie.."- he broke the silence- "I only let my loved ones call me like this.."- he sweetly smiled, making me smile too.

"You look gorgeous when you smile like that Y/n."- he giggled and turned around- "Where is my belt though..?" I laughed and playfully spanked him with his belt as he was looking behind the sofa. "Nice body by the way.."- I bit my lower lip smirking, he looked at me and laughed. After he put his belt on, he got closer- "Same goes to you Miss Y/n"- he gently kissed me.

"You can call me just Y/n.. if you want.."- I commented looking away. Jimin laughed- "Can I call you Y/n in working hours too?"- he playfully smirked, making me burst laughing. "I was referring to working hours only though.."- I paused – "You can just call me baby outside work, you know?"- I whispered to him, before kissing his cheek softly. I walked to the door as the now smiley guy followed me, with both of us in the hallway we could hear someone approaching.

Then I turned myself, now facing him- "If I was you.. I would go to the bathroom to take off all the lipstick you have in your face and body though.."- I innocently smiled to him and he laughed. "Got it baby~"- he paused smiling- "cover me up with the others then."- he said before pecking me and making a little run to the bathroom.

I laughed- "Don’t worry I’ve got your back.. Jiminie~" He turned around smiling as he threw me a flying kiss and a wink.

[avengersohyeah]

Trace

Part 12

Masterlist

Trace Masterlist

(No pics or Gifs cuz my internet has been crappy this past week. it won’t upload)

A/N : This whole series is nonsense! It’s all just crappy fantasy stuff. There’s no such thing as the son of time, the rating game, or anything said in this series.

But that’s the point in fanfiction.......

(Y/N)’s POV

Crazy… just crazy… I know she is, but this is far beyond that “Father tell me again why can’t I fight against her ?” I’m fumming by now. He had informed us all that Cosmos already get everything for the game ready. And by everything I mean we just need to step into the place, and the game would automaticaly begins.

“Son… you have to calm down, this game would never begins without the agreement on both sides… Let’s just meet the judge first…”

“You mean God ?.....”

“For humans yeah he is, but for me he is a friend…” he opened a door that lead you to one of the many converence hall in the castle. As soon as I stepped into the room, I can’t help but to notice the very blue of eyes staring right at me. There, stood very shocked Castiel right beside his Father, God himself. He’s looking at me with wide eyes, as if he knows me. But that’s impossible right ? I mean their reality have been changed, he never met me before. The voice of my father brought me back from my wandering mind. “So he’s the Angel that you told me about ?”

“What? What HE told you about the Angel father ?” I cut in

“This game would be the last rating game son, you already know the agreement between me and my sister. That’s why this game will also be the bigest one that could ever happened.��� From his words, I just raised my eyebrows in question. “My sister has told me her condition for the game….. We can use any other place to battle aside from the τη γέφυρα της διάστασης (ti géfyra tis diástasis) The bridge of dimensions. And you know what that means ..”

“The innocents would be in danger too….” I clenched my fist tight holding my anger. How could she ? Damn that bitch !

“That’s why, My friend here, as the judge of the game agreed to my condition…. To protect those innocents, by sending HIS angels to protect them, and he told me that he would ask someone to lead them in that duty.”

“And that’s him ?” I turned my head to Castiel who still had this shocked expresion on. Then I looked to God, HE nodded. “I.. I need to go…” I left the room running. The fact that Castiel was there, and God does he looked shocked to see me only means one thing. He remembered, and if he did, Sam did too, Dean.. my Dean did too. Oh God ! why did this happened, i bet he hates me now, he should be, because of all the things he told me not to do, I did the worst one. I left him, and even worse I made him forget about me, about us, about what we had. I hate myself, I hate myself for leaving him, I hate myself for made him forget what I’m sure he never want to forget, I hate myself to make him hate me. As I walked down the hall with these thoughts, I failed to notice something in front of me until I bumped my head to it. Or him, there, stand tall, with the same cocky smirk and those armors that made his body looks bigger than it’s already is. I looked up to see none other than the queen’s knight himself, Templar. I chuckled to myself and say

“It’s funny how I always manage to bump into you when my thoughts is not with me.”

“Not my fault that that pretty little head of yours is empty…”

“Now you’re saying I’m stupid…. Anyway I’m not in the mood for argument right now, so I’ll just leave..” I walked past him purposively bump my shoulder to his.

“Watch out….” He said shortly, I turned around and ask him

“Of what ?...”

“We might be threatened by your power, but the queen isn’t… just know that she’ll do anything to make sure that she would win the game…..” Before I could ask for more he already leave.

Akeno’s POV

“Remind me again why we’re here ?” I asked to (Y/N).

“We’re here because you like Arthur…” He said indifferently, I smacked him hard on the back of his head. He knew right away that I developed a crush for the knight and won’t let me go easily.

“Don’t say that kinda thing again, or else I’ll kill you, a prince or not!” I threatened, and He just chuckled on that.

“You know, after all of this over, you gotta promise me you’ll say something to him..” To his sudden serious tone, I couldn’t help but to stare at him in worry. It felt like those years ago when he would asked me to do something different from our plan, as if knowing something wrong is going to happen if we stick to that. And he alwas right, back then I’ll ask him about it and he would say that his power allowed him to see the possibillities of the results from our plans. But now I know for sure, he saw something is going to happen. I know exactly that his power now, doesn’t just show him the possibillities, but the real future of what is about to come. And when he get’s serious like this, I know for sure that I don’t want to know what is about to happen.

“I… I promise…” I answer him in a whisper.

“Good, just know that I love you Akeno…”

“I know… How about that angel ? He remembered you right ? Means they all do…”

(Y/N) exhaled the breath he’s holding “Yeah and I’m sure by now they hates me because of that..”

“No they won’t…” To my statement he froze, but a moment later his shoulder slumped

“You don’t even know them..”

“But I know you… everything you did is to protect people that you love. And we’re not that blind, they’re not that blind. From what you told me about them, I know that they care about you, they love you. So they won’t hate you (Y/N) trust me…” He squeezed my hand and muttered ‘thank you’

Before I could say anything else, there’s a voice coming out of nowhere.

“The time has come, for the battle that would change it all. The battle that would keep everything in existence as it is, or destroy it to begin a new start. Here, in this place… where all places in all time connected. Here, in this place, the bravest people gather to fight for keep and to fight for kill, for those that couldn’t do it for themselves. And here, in this place for the last time.. I stand as the judge of the battle between the time and the space, two of my good friends fighting for what they belive is ri…” I didn’t hear the rest of  the”God’s” opening speech, I didn’t hear anything else in fact. Everything is muffled around me I’m too engrossed in watching my best friend’s expresion. He looked strong so strong, intimidating no less, just like those time we fight together. He would wear his battle stare on his eyes that I’m sure could shake anyone’s nerve with just a glimpse of it… But I knew better, behind all of it hidden a broken hearted men that only want to keep everyone he loved save. A men that ready to put himself aside to save everyone he cared about. Soft pat on my shoulder pulled me back to reality. The cruel reality where I choose to fight side by side with (Y/N) to protect the earth, people that we care, people that we love, people to comeback to, to protect our home. I looked to the side and met with the pair of clear blue eyes.

“You ready Akeno ?” Arthur asked with his impossibly charming smile.

“I..I ..yeah I’m ready let’s get this over with..”

Normal POV

Ninety minutes.

It’s been exactly ninety minutes since God anounced the beginning of the game. Ninety minutes since the the queen made a move, and lost a pawn. Their bishop’s pawn, the one that could multiply himself. Right after God left them, the said pawn attacked Akeno in hope to figure out her power since they never saw her fight before. Given the fact that it’s just over two months Akeno been there, and everyone was busy preparing themself for the game. It was pretty smart actually, to try to find out your enemy’s strength that you don’t know as early as possible. However it didn’t end as they planed. (Y/N) knows exactly what the pawn intended to do, attack Akeno, make her use her power, then move before her power deals any damage to him. But they didn’t expect her power to be able to stop the pawn’s movement, she stunned him with her low voltage lightning and doesn’t hesitate to strike him again with much stronger one a second after. Everyone was in utter shock, not only her power is dangerous, but she doesn’t even hesitate to kill. More over she smiles innocently after that, making her them visibly squirmed in place. They went to the fortress that protect king and his pawn inside, just like what queen have. It is one of the many rules of the game where the king and the queen could only choose to fight right away from the beginning of the game, or they would let their pieces fight first. In this case, they choose the later.

Two hours.

Two hours since they sent Aria to spy on them, and Pegasus to watch from above. Both pawn hadn’t comeback nor gave them any contact through the necklace they all wearing. Everyone is getting restless, but none of them shows any sign of it. Everyone is sitting as still as tone, until (Y/N) stands abruptly and pace the length of the room.

“Calm down your highness, they would back..” Hilda tried to asure him.

“I know they’ll be fine, but I can’t help it…” (Y/N) knows that both pawns would be fine, it is other people that he’s worried about. Sam and Dean, if they remembered him they would do anything in their power to get to him. He’s worried that they would put themself in danger in trying to get to him. He knows, he know somehow, something is going to happen but he can’t see what. Even with his power. He couldn’t see anything about the future, even any possibilities that could happen. And he doesn’t like it one bit. It’s just like his power having a set back to years ago before he met the brothers, the time when he could only see just a glimpse of the past. He knew that worriying about something else outside the battle would only ruin his focus. And loosing focus while fighting against these crazy powerful people is not good. But he can’t help it, all these things were too sudden to him. He thought that joining the rating game after he made everyone he knows forget about him is the best thing to do. To protect them, to prevent them from butting in just like he know they would do. Besides, he’s the one that made Dean killed. He brought Dean back with the cost of erasing all of him from their memories. And he was dead set to win this game no matter what. But then Cas had to show up looking surprised like a deer caught in a headlight. (Y/N) could see that those blue eyes the angel have recognized him. And when he know something, the brothers knows too. Now he’s worried that the brothers would hate him forever. While worriying about people that would shortly risking their life to protect universe from Cosmos’s vile plan. So much is going on, he feel like he could faint at any moment now. These things just too much, he started to breath heavily, panting while clutching his chest. Everything felt so heavy around him. why now? Why of all time this happens now ? He couldn’t give up or he could ? The weight that he carry this whole time, he felt it now all at once. his whole body is heavy, his legs are giving up on him. He fall to his knees, tears streaming down freely from his eyes, he’s sobbing uncontrolably. Every intake of breath he do seems only intensify the tightness that he felt on his chest. Here, two hours since the game that he thought could save everyone he loved, (Y/N)’s having a break down.

Seeing their prince in such state makes them want to launch themselves to help him. To try to assure him that everything is alright, they always were, and they always would. They want to try to ease any pain that he felt, because he’s not just a prince. He’s a friend. But they can’t because someone stoped them. Someone that knew (Y/N) more than anyone in the room. She stoped anyone from even getting near him. When they asked her why, she responded

“Let him be, let him feel all the weight that he refused to feel before. Let him deal with his own demons. Let him fight his own battle to be stronger, because we can’t do anything to help him.”

“But Akeno.. he’s in pain, he’s barely breathing..”Arthur protested

Akeno only stared at him and ask him “Do you believe in him ?”

“What it has to do with this ?”

“Just answer me !”

“I do.. I believe in him”

“Then trust me when I ask you not to help him in his own battle. He’s strong, we all knew that, and we all believe in him. So now let’s keep on doing that, believe that he would be alright because I know he would…”

They did as Akeno said, they let (Y/N) to cry his heart out. Each and every sobs trigger their own tears. Only they cried silently, never they imagined that someone as strong as (Y/N) would break down this way. He was the strongest men Arthur ever fought with, the kindest men Hilda ever met, a good friend that Aria and Pegasus could ever ask for, a brother that Akeno never have. For a good ten minutes, they cry silently along with their prince. Until they see his shoulder is not shaking anymore, no whimpering, and heart wrenching sobs coming out of him. He looked up and meet their eyes. Puffy, blodshot, and wet from his tears. They expect to see his (E/C) staring back at them, but they met with bright purple irises instead. They knew it anywhere, your power is in work. They knew right away that he saw something, he’s now seeing something. It was only five seconds, the longest five seconds they ever have in their life. His eyes back to his (E/C) one, filled with nothing but fear.

“They will do it, Akeno they will do it…..”

“Do what (Y/N) ?”

Before he could answer, Aria  and Pegasus came through the door rushing in.

“Hurry, we need to stop them…!” Aria said rushing

“Stop them from what ?” Hilda asked

And then (Y/N) and Aria answer at the same time “Going to the earth”

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Abstractness (The Universe Of Geniuses) Part 2 (English Version) (Preview)

William Shakespeare was born on 23rd April 1564 in England in Stardford Upon Avon, which is a town, not a hamlet. He was a genius, a verbal polymath and he wrote tens of theatre plays such as Romeo And Juliet, Othelo, Macbeth or Hamlet. He was also a Taurus as a star sign and had as a dominant water and air cardinal star signs. I know it from a specific website www.astrotheme.com and there are also other different words and lines. As the entire universe know and oh, time and space as well, William Shakespeare wrote, create, made the universe from words. I really personally doubt that he had a vocabulary size 17 000-29 000 words, oh even 66 000 as they estimate him, is not enough. I would estimate his vocabulary being far beyond 100 000 words, maybe even 180 000, oh what a verbal love! I also doubt and I should doubt that William Shakespeare had the level of English ,,only” C2. According the matter of fact that he created at least 1 700 words, I should invent the new English level- D2. D2- oh, that´s the level of inventors, creators, geniuses, originators and innovators of any language. I would definitively say that William Shakespeare would have and had the level of English D2 and being the oposite of people who know only words being in the middle of the vocabulary, such as a ,,bridge.” I also doubt that William Shakespeare would had ,,only” IQ of 160 points, even though that one website estimates him IQ 210. I can certainly proclaim, that William Shakespeare had IQ at least 180 and vocabulary of at least 180 000 words. Oh, how I hate and didn´t believe the myths and the conspiration theories, that William Shakespeare ,,was” or more correctly were more people. If William Shakespeare is genius (which he of course is) how could be explained that this genius ,,are” a group of people? Then it absolutely doesn´t fit any scale, curve, statistics, where the amount of geniuses is so incrediblly small. I really doubt that he was ,,a group of people”, because I should ask ,,why there are so many geniuses” and that´s all. Of course it is a nonsense and a subjectively created conspiracy theory, but there are facts, that are more interesting. For example William Shakespeare was born and died the same day, but the different year of course, these facts I can bring. 23rd April 1564- 23rd April 1616, oh and Leonardo Da Vinci died almost exactly 100 years ago on 2nd May 1519. Of course Leonardo Da Vinci was almost born in the same star sign as he died, but only almost. While William Shakespeare was born in the same star sign as when he died, that´s what is interesting the most. The same star sign, oh even the same day, as we all can prove, hear, read, write and say. But also Michelangelo Buonarotti died in 1564, yes, exactly the year William Shakespeare was born. And oh, even Michelangelo Buonarotti was born in the same star sign as when he died, but almost. Oh, it is such a plesure, great feeling that probably no work and masterpiece made in their existence is not destroyed or lost. It is also due and thanks to work, genius, masterpiece and existence of Johannes Gutenberg, Alan Turing of old, renaissance era. But all these people lived in past so they didn´t and could´t know Era (Istrefi). But oh, renaissance is one of my favourite period, era and time. There were a few geniuses at the same time, such as Leonardo Da Vinci, Johannes Gutenberg, Michelangelo Buonarotti, William Shakespeare, oh how I wish I had their talent, intellect and genius, how I wish it were mine! I also find in some YouTube video the myth (what I believe that it´s a myth), that William Shakespeare ,,took drugs.” Oh, why? Really? How could it be? He would´t be able then to create, originate and make his own masterpieces, because people who take drugs are lately more feeble and weak, they cannot even hug. This particular art is my attempt to make at least 1 000 pages of abstract describtion of every genius, or the more the better. This particular one is about William Shakespeare and of course it has the form of a poem a poetry, not a prose, a letter.  It will sure has much more parts, as well as alphabethic part with notions of everything. But even the word which is so much far away from somebody such as William Shakespeare, it could and it should be connected as anything. I will use the dictionary, because I haven´t learnt all these 170 000 words, yet. I do selfishly and altruistically (at the same time) hope that it will be fed. That it will feed all my desire, goal, aim, inspiration and aspiration to fill and create all the 1 000 pages about each genius. It will be connected togheter to one electronic book, but I think and I hope it is more than about ,,us.” William Shakespeare´s wife had the same name as a famous American actress- Anne Hathaway. O, what a destiny, what and art art thou! What a way. Of course you might notice that I used a language that is not typical for nowadays English. It was used in times of William Shakespeare and old English as we all can distinguish. I have to admit I Googled what rhymes with the word ,,English.” O, what a shrew, what a ungenius creature and person I am! I had to even search and seek for the expresion ,,I am” in old English. But then I searched and realised it´s the same. It is a ingenious and interesting website where anyone can write a text or anything and it will translate it into old English, when William Shakespeare lived. For example: O, the univ’rse, thee infinite amount of timeth and space! But wait, is this supposed to be a plagiarism? It sounded exactly like me (Hanka Lőrinczová) mixed with William Shakespeare, it wasn´t like I create a new movement an ,,ism.” It is a metaphore for a genetic mixture or a nature, isn´t it? But I should my words better fit. First of all I know I do it in the matter of art and because of art, but I should beware the word order. The first is in English language the subject, the second is an auxiliary verb the third is a verb, that´s the order. ,,O,” is an onomatopoeic word and a vowel frequently used by William Shakespeare in his masterpieces. I didn´t read them, o, what a shame! But I saw two theatre plays and read only pieces. Once upon a time I talked with my parents and a friend of my mother about who am I closest to characters created by William Shakespeare. I though that I would be someone like Hamlet, but my mother´s friend said that I would be a Catherine. Oh, when I saw her character in The Taming Of The Shrew I thought that should be the oposite of me! She was frustrated, choleric, proud and very energic. She was quite untamable. It is really interesting, because william Shakespeare and English Actor Benedict Cumberbatch have the same dominant planets in astrology, it´s really unbelievable. They have also same dominant planets- Cancer and Libra and a lot of cardinal star signs as dominants it´s really irreplaceable, incredible and unimaginable. As I was writing about what characters in all William Shakespeare´s masterpieces would be the closest to me. I thought it would be someone as Hamlet, but my mother´s friend thouth it was a Catherine as we all could see. As we all could see written there, but in fact I do think and believe it is not true. I am absolutely no phenomenon and prodigy, I have seen in my life only two works of William Shakespeare, but what about you? Some people and some geniuses spent a lifetime and their entire existence reasearching about other geniuses such as Leonardo Da Vinci, Alan Turing, William Shakespeare... Some people, geniuses and creatures (particularly Leonardo Da Vinci and William Shakespeare) are so mysterious, enigmatic and puzzling, but positivelly without any fear. We as a mankind create an infinite amount of conspiracy theories about them, sometimes they are more positive, sometimes they are more negative, sometimes the mankind even doubt their existence. But what would do the universe of science, technology and art without the existence of Leonardo Da Vinci and Alan Turing or William Shakespeare and even me writing this very sentence? As I am approaching the 1/1 000 of my own creation about every single geniuses. It means that I will have the first page of this poetry. Once upon a time I searched and I found on the interenet that the past tense of William Shakespeare would be WouldIWas Shookspeared and I would like to say and write that English is infinitively colourful language. I could demonstarte, show and indicate it right now: for example the simple past simple: William Shakespeare created the universe from words. Or even realistic past continuous: William Shakespeare was creating the universe of words. Or what about the past perfect, a more surrealistic one: William Shakespeare had created the universe of words. And now even the more surrealistic present perfect: William Shakespeare has created the universe of words. The surrealism itself the present simple: William Shakespeare creates the universe of words. Not the less surreal present continuous: William Shakespeare is creating the universe of words. In this case one of the most surrealistic type of tenses the future perfect: William Shakespeare will have created the universe of words. Or even more- the future simple: William Shakespeare will create the universe of words. What about the future continuous: William Shakespeare will be creating the universe of words. Or oh, I forgot the ,,going to”: William Shakespeare is going to create the universe of words. What about the real, possible and unreal condition? If the universe is infinite, William Shakespeare creates the universe of words. Or the possible condition? If the universe is infinite, William Shakespeare will create the universe of words. Or the unreal condition? If the univerese were infinite, William Shakespeare would create the universe of words. I am aware that the last unreal condition sounded very sad, if it would be true. But what about conditionals? Words are always better than swords. For example- William Shakespeare could create the universe of words. Or even- William Shakespeare should create the universe of words. Or what about- William Shakespeare would create the universe of words. That´s enough of English grammar for now. But I should and I shall or I would write a lot of about Williams Shakespeare´s quotes, works and existence. As I wrote, all the most talented, intelligent, smart, sophisticated, unique, exceptional, wise geniuses influenced the universe even me writing this very sentence. And I even wrote the sentence,,William Shakespeare created the universe of words.” In every English tense. Are there 10 English sentences? That´s the question! But it is much more practical and much less existential. Than the question ,,To be or not to be?” Which is much more existential and quintessential. Quintessetial for William Shakespeare, quintessential for renaissance, humanism and everything what is related to it. For example such eras as antique and antiquity, roman art or even realism. The oposite of gothic, romantism or other ,,ism.” The most basic, quintessential, vital, essential, crucial, universal and general phrase invented by William Shakespeare is definitively ,,infinite space.” But there are many more phrases and words invented by him such as these followed in the other verses with such an infinite and eternal grace. ,,It smells to heaven” is quit an ingenious, funny and witty metaphor also as the first one from the tragedy and drama- Hamlet. ,,Kill with kindness” is such a touching, emotional, telepathic, telekinetic connection of William Shakespeare with Selena Gomez herself. Selena Gomez had a song ,,Kill Em With Kindness” oh, what a telepathy, telekinesis and wonder itself! It could also demonstrate and show the fact, that William Shakespeare was born in the first decade of Taurus star sign. Why? It´s the essential question. Because the word ,,kill” is related to violence as we all know the energic Aries sometimes like to be angry. But also they have a Mars as they planet. While the Tauruses have Venus as a planet and the word ,,kindness” is in this case related to them, and they are for food, love and piece hungry. So that´s why this esoteric and astrological combination of William Shakespeare being born on the first decade of Taurus, after the Aries star sign. Oh, this phrase had six verses and almost all words were there mine. Almost all words- that´s absolutely no fame and glory. Why I am quoting William Shakespeare? And will I tell also anything abstract of his stories? ,,As merry as day is long.” Is also a phrase invented by William Shakespeare and it reminds me subconsciously of famous Romanian singer Inna. She was born on the third decade of star sign Libra, if she were born 27th October 1986, but different year, she would be exactly the oposite star sign as William Shakespeare. But anyway, she has a lot of Scorpion in her planets, so Scorpion is her dominant star sign. And Scorpion is in astrology the oposite sign of Taurus, the sign of William Shakespeare. ,,Brave new world.” Is also a universe-like phrase invented by him. It could be also related to something as in case of ,,infinite space.” There are absolutely no defeat, lost, only victory in creating the new art, word, phrases, literature and also a lot of victory such as the symbol of the ace. ,,Brake the ice.” Is also the quote from William Shakespeare, but wait, didn´t Britney Spears borrow it in the name of her older song? Even though the originality, genius, creativity of William Shakespeare was, is and will be the best, in the borrowing of words there is nothing wrong. William Shakespeare and Britney Spears were so different star signs, intellects, temperaments, creatures, but they surname is similar. Equally as Will.I.Am, a famous musician from the famous group The Black Eyed Peas has the same first name, but they are also equally different, they are absolutely not the same.

,,Dog will have his day.” Would or could be the phrase of William Shakespeare if or when he looked at a cute, nice and aesthetical animal named a dog. There are also some type and breed of dogs who are so clearly- coloured and also one-coloured not misty and foggy a fog. Some people the right, exact, absolute and abstract oposite of William Shakespeare himself were ,,devil incarnate.” They would only destroy, kill, lie, sin, curse everything and they would only enjoy and eat and ate. The phrases and sentences as ,,men’s evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water” and ,,melted into thin air” define the two dominant elements in the horoscope of William Shakespeare- the water and the air. They are also perfect together, they also fit perfectly and so do the earth and fire- the dominant elements of myself, but is it real and is it fair? The phrase ,,shooting star” was used in so many songs of 20. and 21. century. I know it is a little out and far away, but there is one constellation named Proxima Centaury. And now what about some quotes of William Shakespeare? For example the first one- ,, Beauty itself doth of itself persuade. The eyes of men without an orator.” This sentence means that words are extremely powerful. He also use the archaic (in that time modern) word ,,doth” which means ,,do”, oh the English language is so incredibly rich and colourful. ,,Time’s glory is to calm contending kings. To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.” This is a quote about the power, base, instrumentality and the virtue of time. Oh, how I wish any base, instrumentality, vitality, essence, creativity genius were mine. ,,That deep torture may be called a hell. When more is felt than one hath power to tell.” Even the mastery and genius of William Shakespeare realised that even hell cannot be described by words. There is an infinite but temporary evil, heinousness, stupidity, idiocy, psychopathy and only wars, violence, curse words and metaphorical swords. And what about the one of the dominant elements in William Shakespeare´s horoscope-the air (as also with water). For example in ,,On a day-alack the day! Love, whose month is ever May. Spied a blossom passing fair. Playing in the wanton air.” Oh, he was originator, creator and father! Of so many words, phrases and sentences which could be so characteristic to the fixed star signs. Oh, he even mentioned the month May, which is the month where there is a star sign of Taurus William Shakespeare´s star sign. And the word ,,love” he had also some dominant planets in astrology such as Pluto, Moon, Venus, but what planets are ,,mine”? ,,Crabbed age and youth cannot live together. Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care.” And this is that two oposites and contrasts cannot coexist together. I know it with my own experience and I will know it from now on and on, forever. ,,Good frend for Jesus sake forbeare. To digg the dust encloased heare. Blese be the man that spares these stones. And curst be he that moves my bones.” This is mainly about the stupid vandalism executed on the cemetery. But how could someone do it even on a grave of someone such genius and verbally polymath such as William Shakespeare was? That would be an infinite and eternal sin. Really and very. And that is what connect William Shakespeare with the earthy life and transcendental life, because it´s his epitaph. It is on the plays where humans are transporting and traveling from the earthy to eternal transcendent world. There are things, people, animals, situations, time and space which no one has ever done, thought and told. And now we are approaching the other dimension of infinite and eternal works of existence of William Shakespeare, such as these. ,,What light through yonder window breaks?” That´s from one of his most famous, basic and quintessential masterpiece- Romeo And Julia, but there are many more words in English language I unlike William Shakespeare don´t know with ease. This verse was so long it doesn´t even fit to the line and it created another. Why is this poem not aligned? That´s the question! ,,What’s in a name? That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet.” It is such a great verse about the meaning, semantics and words, the best example in the history of literature. Why am I called Hanka Lőrinczová and why w´re thou called William Shakespeare. Would it change our entire existence if our names were not be the same? It could change some events in history, but could it change us equally as we would change the name? If the universe is called ,,vesmír” in Slovak language and ,,univers” in Romanian does it belittle and underestimate its majesty, genius and universality? If the word ,,genius” is ,,génius” in Slovak language does it diminish and underestimate its beauty, universality and versatility? The answer is ,,no”! And that´s the main idea of legendary, genius and prodigious quote of William Shakespeare. Or even the other worldwide famous one and so incredibly legendary ,, O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?” The bad, evil or mystic conspiracy theories proclaim the mystical and subjective, false question ,, O, William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare! Wherefore aren´t thee William Shakespeare?” The main idea of this last verse was that some people believe the false, wrong and absolutely subjective proclaim that William Shakespeare ,,was” more people and with a fear... ...They also believe that William Shakespeare didn´t have his own name or any other fantasies and faleshoods, illusions and mistakes. ,,I would fain die a dry death.” Is also a quote from The Tempest by William Shakespeare, but this one is much more dramatic and sad. He meant and he means that he would like to die rather peacefully, but I believe and I think he absolutely deserve not to die and I will be incredibly eternally and infinitivelly glad. But now he is in the eternity and infinity and on the Earth his existence, masterpieces, art, literature and a verbal polymathism will be alive and existing to infinity. He created the universe of words, the dimensions of words, the worlds and also the eternity. ,,Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.” Of course, you don´t have to, William Shakespeare! Why give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground?! It is so unecessary and he or you wouldn´t deserve it. What a fear! Why spend so much energy, time and space for something what is so little, small and insufficient? When somebody such as Leonardo Da Vinci, Alan Turing or William Shakespeare deserve something in a way much more sufficient. ,,What seest thou else. In the dark backward and abysm of time?” This reminds me of one quote from the other genius, polymath and saint. His name was Alan Turing and he once said ,,We can only see a short distance ahead, but we can see plenty there that needs to be done. “ And he mastered seven scientific fields. This verses and quotes are about the darkness and light and the obscurity and fog of the time, and the enigmatic eternity what all of the creatures yearn. ,,I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated to closeness and the bettering of my mind.” This is about the fact even though William Shakespeare dismisses, rejects and neglects the earthy, worldly desires. But is it about the asceticism? Who knows. But it is certainly aimed against all the insufficient and time consuming hedonism, tameless desires and choleric fires. ,,Like one. Who having into truth, by telling of it. Made such a sinner of his memory. To credit his own lie.” Is this the predecessor of the aphorism that ,,The repeated lie is becoming a truth?” Maybe yes, because William Shakespeare was the inventor, creator, father and originator of so many words, phrases and sentences, that´s objective, that´s the truth. ,,My library. Was dukedom large enough.” I do know this is just a quote from one of William Shakespeare play. But even Sigmund Freud would proclaim that everything we write and say... ...Is related to our subconsciousness and this is even in the case of William Shakespeare and his works, masterpieces and plays. Where he creates his characters and what who is going to write, think, do and say. This particular one is about the literature, library, words and other masterpieces and the metaphor of the dukedom or the empire of words. As I wrote and I wouldn´t like to repeat myself but he created the universe of words and it took us to another dimensions and worlds. ,,Knowing I lov’d my books, he furnish’d me. From mine own library with volumes that. I prize above my dukedom.” This is quite mind consuming, timeless and hard to understand. For William Shakespeare it is so typical, so quintessential, so archetypal and prototypal that many of us this understand and at the same time sometimes his verses are hard to understand. Because they are so genius, intelligent, intellectual, smart, wise and talented at the same time. But of course, soemtimes I really doubt if even my verses are like that, therefore if they are like that. ,,Fill all thy bones with aches.” It is more about the drama, tragedy and the pain of earthy life. I suppose and I think it is from one of his tragedy, but I am not sure. If people are dead at the end or if they aren´t. And if it is full of tragedy or knifes. ,,Here is everything advantageous to life. True; save means to live.” This should and could be an ode from William Shakespeare to Alan Turing. Who´s existence saved far beyond tens of millions of lifes and he always knew what he was thinking, saying and doing. I do believe that Alan Turing would always perfectly and absolutely understand and fit with someone like William Shakespeare himself. And what is the biggest meaning of life than saving the more lifes the better and saving the life itself? ,,A very ancient and fish-like smell.” It is a comparison to the antiquity and old. In the past we don´t know what will be in the future done, thought and told. ,,He that dies pays all debts.” I do believe and I do think that this is about the last judge, bethween the life and death. But I don´t know if even in The Tempest are people at the end dead. ,,A kind of excellent dumb discourse.” It is about something that I do believe that William Shakespeare and creatures like him were too genius to be capable of them. But unlike his characters, who were written sometimes even with the lower, more personal style, words, phrases, sentences and items. ,,With foreheads villanous low.” I do think this is about the theory or a fact that genius and intelligent people have longer forehead. Than villains, bad and stupid people who would like to kill, lie, curse, make violence and for example to cut someone´s head. ,,Deeper than did ever plummet sound. I ’ll drown my book.” Dear, William Shakespeare, please don´t thee ev’r drowneth thy booketh, thy mast’rpiece, thy art! There are infinite and eternal thruths, values, arts, masterpieces, words, phrases, sentences and even some phrases such as ,,thou art.” ,,Merrily, merrily shall I live now. Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.” Thou surely shall, William Shakespeare. Why? Thou absolutely deserve it! In fact to live merrily is what you do deserve and what you did deserve at last. We all knew, we all know and we all will know that your art, masterpieces and existence will last. ,,O, how this spring of love resembleth. The uncertain glory of an April day!” You wrote ,,the uncertain glory or an April day.” But I do believe that it is a subconciouss thought about thy birthday, William Shakespeare and I do believe what I say. It sure wouldn´t be an uncertain glory, but a very certain glory and fame. Also with the fact about the rose what no matter of what name... She would have, she would be in fact the same existence. And so would I writing, saying, creating, making, originating this very sentence. ,,And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.” This is about the typical Venus-like character of William Shakespeare as I wrote that he had one of the dominant planets Venus, Pluto and Moon. It is also about the delights, joy which are also characteristic atribute and alegory of Venus and also the love and mood. ,,That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man. If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.” This verse is about the cowardice, but particularly masculine in this case. Or why is the tongue so important for our life? Without tongue it would be probably almost impossible to talk, speak, if not absolutely impossible. But I do believe that sometimes in the poetry, poems, literature, art sometimes there is anything possible. ,,A man I am, cross’d with adversity.” O, William Shakespeare wherefore art thy characters and roles in adversity? They don´t deserve it, or do they? Of course it should be equally as in films, in literature, in work of art that good people deserve prosperity while evil people deserve adversity, but sadly it is not always like that. ,,Is she not passing fair?” O, I doth not know! But no mather which way she is passing, is her aim and goal fair, sincere and honest? That´s almost as basic, fundamental, vital and crucial question as ,,to be or not to be”, but only almost. ,,O heaven! Were man, but constant, he were perfect.” Alright I shall proclaim I doth not understand thy highly intellectual and genius verses, William Shakespeare. But I could at least try. This particular one is about the perfection, absolutness and abstraction of the heaven itself as an unknown dimension, but without any fear. ,,Come not within the measure of my wrath.” Oh, I do believe that only William Shakespeare´s characters had sometimes an ager and wrath and he didst not. The wrath, anger, stupidity, violence, curse, killing, wars was never good, are never good and will be never good. It is still better to cut it, stop it and to give it a dot. ,,I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.” Thou surely shall and could! But everything what some geniuses make, create, do, tell, think is just universal masterpiece. And this masterpiece is always were maximalistic, precise and made from every single atom and its piece. ,,All his successors gone before him have done ’t; and all his ancestors that come after him may.” It depends on which this quote is adressed to. I am a metaphorical illiterate and analphabet, so excuse me, William Shakespeare, it does perfectly look like I am the oposite of thee, more modern, you. But it is just a matter of fact and quite an absurdity that I do like writing more than I like reading. It is quite surrealistic and absurd as I wrote, but it is rather like a surrealistic and dadaistic dreaming. ,,It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.” If thou allowed me to take this sentence out of the context of thy play, I would just think and say: This is about love itself equally as about animals and pets, but I do hope I didn´t take this literally, but in more abstract and metaphorical way. ,,Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts.” I would rather say and think that 700 possibilities are so much better gifts and I do think so doth thou, William Shakespeare. But 700 pounds is merely a materialistic desire and yearning from thy characters, not from thee. It can or could also significate and mean that they possess some characteristics from thy star sign Taurus, but not from you. But this particular astrological, horoscope phenomenon is not what we called in psychology déja vu. ,,I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here.” Thou surely do and this is certainly more accurate describtion of thy subconscioussness. Than the previous quote about 700 pounds and 700 possibilities.

But all these verses even though they are from any character, I should support the theory of Sigmund Freud that anything written by anybody comes from subconscioussness and that´s the possibility. ,,Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.” It definitively should help thyself, because any boat is so sufficient and helpful in the infinite oceans and seas. But it still can be useless, when somebody cannot dream, think, act, create, make, do, read, write, hear, touch, smell, taste and see. Unlike geniuses like on the level of Leonardo Da Vinci, Alan Turing or thee, Willaim Shakespeare, who are completelly different. Only they could be the example who this situation can completelly comprehend and understand. ,,Thou art the Mars of malcontents.” It should definitivelly fit to any character, particularly invented by William Shakespeare, which these characters I would like to guess the star sign of Aries or Scorpion. Why? Because they have as a planet Mars, the rude, arrogant, energic, masculine, happy, optimistic planet of desire, but also wars. They desire to fight, they desire for speed, lust, fire, anger, energy and such situation as the fast cars. But surely this is also positive as it could be also negative trait. While the planet Venus is equal to Taurus and Libra and it symbolize art, feminity, love, aesthetics, creation. It can also symbolize the infinite, eternal and permanent art and inspiration. ,,Here will be an old abusing of God’s patience and the king’s English.” Thou hast in thy plays so much symbolical, alegorical and abstract characters. Even in The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint Exupéry are equally symbolical, alegorical and abstract characters. I do hope it would´t be the abusing of God´s patience, but even though I do not know the context. O, I, the uncultured phillistrine who even hast to help with Google Translate and who use William Shakespeare quotes and other text! The abusing of king´s English, but he surely has much better English as I do. Even the average English speaker has the vocabulary of at least 20 000 words, but what- I do too? ,,We burn daylight.” I do believe thou doth, William Shakespeare! And other geniuses do too. But even though I don´t know if it is true about and if it pays also about me and you. ,,There’s the humour of it.” It surely is a lot of humour in thy comedies, but a lot of drama in thy tragedies. The perfect reality in thy historical plays and masterpieces, indeed different than tragedies and comedies. ,,This is the short and the long of it.” Indeed but I would like to cosider thy masterpieces as extremelly long. It is also equal to thy genius quality- quality and quatity! With over 800 000 words thee used with different meanings and opacity. But I doth not know if they are different words or some words even repeated. It still doesn´t matter, thou art and thou were a genius and even every one of ten phrases and sentences in English language is invented and written by you. ,,Unless experience be a jewel.” It surely is, because thy work and masterpieces prove it to us. Even thy work was sold from 2 milliard to 4 millard times, thou art so essential, basic, fundamental, vital and crucial. With everything- people, creatures, situations, time and space so essential. ,,We have some salt of our youth in us.” We surely do, especially us, Europeans, we do sometimes possess the British humour, even though we are from different countries. Not only from Great Britain or England, but also from any other country. In Europe, because I do believe that little salt in our youth as thou said is so typical for us. ,,I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.” But thy memory, intelligence, talent, genius is so much higher than mine, William Shakespeare! Even though in this particular case this is about your characters and I am aware of the fact that being not capable of remembering makes such emotions as a fear. ,,A man of my kidney.” This particular quote is so funny and witty, thou genius, wizard and prodigy! But is it an alegory of creation of a human? This particular one is from kidney. ,,Think of that, Master Brook.” O, dear William Shakespeare even screen writers of The Imitation Game were subconcioussly inspired by you! Beacuse there is a sentence in this film about Alan Turing ,,Think of it. An electronic brain. A digital computer.” The inspiration is what writers and artists sometimes do. ,,This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers…. There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.” Maybe thou were not superstitious, but some of thy characters were. There is indeed some kind of divinity and symbolism in some numbers, no matter if they are odd or even. And nativity, chance and death are so crucial and vital such as transcendental. And they are also basic and so quintessential. ,,He was ever precise in promise-keeping.” And I do believe thou were too. In the entire history of mankind and its entire past, present and future there will be probably only 1 000 people like you. Only 1 000 people, because imagine how infinitesimally small it is in comparison to the entire history of mankind. If you there wasn´t any existing word, you would invent it, just like I have just ,,invented” the mankind of cats- the catkind. ,,Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home.” Indeed no matter what character of thy masterpiece it was, if he or she was good, why to make a fun of his name? With thou, William Shakespeare wouldn´t it be exactly the same? But does it really matter that what name does a rose have? Even though we cannot imagine thy universe without thy name. Without false conspiracy theories about thy existence, groups of people and thy name, thou would deserve eternal glory and fame. ,,Our doubts are traitors. And make us lose the good we oft might win. By fearing to attempt.” Why there is a doubt? Why there are conspiracy theories? I see absolutely no meaning in them too, particularly in these conspiracy theories about geniuses or even other conspiracy theories. Doubts and these theories are really traitors, fraud and impostors. Why do they exist? As the oposite of a faith. I do know that it doesn´t fit into this poetry, I do hope the genius and verbal polymath and master of the universe of words, thee, William Shakespeare will forgive me this, but in my life there is a frequent number eight. I did it merely for the rhyme and nothing else. Oh, it is so unecessary, but did it make sense to make it more necessary and sufficient? Sometimes where the verses are made with only some words which don´t make any context to each other, they are unsufficient. Because unless someone don´t want to make a dadaistic poetry. Than I could show and demonstrate that I want to write a word ,,poultry.” ,,Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.” Oh, those who rise by sin, what an injustice! And those who will fall by virtue what an injustice too! The evil people have often good destiny, while the good people have often evil destiny, don´t they? Or am I too pessimistic about the fate and destiny, what would you say? ,,Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?” Oh, indeed the main initiator and actor of the evil deed should be punished. As soon as possible. And if only they would be capable to do something that all their evil were be vanished. There would be no murders, lies, arguments, wars, violence and it would be like in a paradise or heaven. In some languages there is a number connected with this theoretical place. It is nine or seven. ,,The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.” Oh, I do believe that the justice is not dead. And equally with so incredibly selfish desire that my existence will be heard, watched and read. I have to admit I am an absolute philistine with a poor vocabulary as a measure. But thy existence, William Shakespeare, witch I believe thou had vocabulary far over 150 000 words, that´s an eternal pleasure. ,,O, it is excellent. To have a giant’s strength; but it is tyrannous. To use it like a giant.” I have to admit you use it exactly oposite in the evil meaning. Therefore thou doth not use it like a giant, but thou has´t giant strength. Thy vocabulary metaphorically hast infinite and eternal length. ,,That in the captain’s but a choleric word. Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.” Indeed the captain and the soldier don´t have the same priviledges. It is so sad that we doth have a hierarchy in mankind. But even who does have a hierarchy too? A dogkind a catkind and different animal-kind. ,,The miserable have no other medicine. But only hope.” Even Stephen Hawking once said: ,,However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there is life, there is hope.” Oh, yes he said it! And doth thee know that Stephen William Hawking and William Shakespeare had one name the same? While Stephen Hawking had ,,William” as the second name, William Shakespeare had this name as a fist name. O, they were both born in the earthy star sign, but one was a Capricorn and second one was a Taurus. In different words, Stephen Hawking was a Capricorn and William Shakespeare was a Taurus. O, both were from England, which is not so far away from Slovakia! It is maybe around 1 400 kilometres and the Slovakia has from east to west probably 700 kilometres. ,,Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.” It is indeed true. I do know a lot of virtues such as love, intelligence, wisdom, talent, genius, goodness, tenacity, persistence, but what about you? ,,Every true man’s apparel fits your thief.” That was like a quote from any detective artwork. For example a book, a film a series and other work. ,,We would, and we would not.” It reminds me of thy other quote from Hamlet ,,To be or not to be?” It is an infinite and eternal prototype and archetype of a hesitation whether exist or not. Whether to be right here and right now or to be in infinity and eternity. In infinite amount of possibilities thy characters and even the real people would be and would not be at the same time. ,,Truth is truth. To the end of reckoning.” Indeed. Usually is the truth only one. But sometimes and in some cases it can be even more than one. ,,My business in this state. Made me a looker on here in Vienna.” Indeed it is an honour that thou wrote a city, which is so close from Bratislava and not so far away from Stradford Upon Avon. We should know, believe and research if there is a brand of famous cosmetics named or not named after thy city and it is named Avon. It is indeed a honour that William Shakespeare´s characters was a looker in Vienna. I have been also in my life many times in this city Vienna. But it´s a pity I didn´t meet thy characters, nor William Shakespeare, himself. It would be metaphysically impossible and absolutely improbable to meet some people who lived in past, far before my birth. ,,What’s mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.” This pays merely for thy characters, William Shakespeare, but in the real life it doesn´t. Sometimes it does, but sometimes it doesn´t. Or should it? Or would it? Or could it? ,,Every why hath a wherefore.” Indeed. Every single atom in the entire universe has its own meaning. Equally as the entire universe with all its beginning and nonexistent ending. Everything from the atom, to thy work to the entire universe has its own meaning, sense and existence. Even me, writing here, right now this very sentence. ,,Let’s go hand in hand, not one before another.” That´s true, because there always should be peace against war. Not in war with each other, but peace without war. ,,He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.” O, how could be a faith worn? Only William Shakespeare, thou know it and others can maybe and probably falsely swear and they have sworn. As I am approaching the third page of this poem and poetry I do wear my faith and motivation. For some work and activity, especially when it is creative, it is necessary the infinite inspiration. ,,The gentleman is not in your books.” In some of thy characters it is not and in some of them it is. In thee it definitively is. In me it should or it could be too, but how would we call it? The gentlewoman? The gentlecat, the gentledog? But, wait, the creating, originating and making new words was thy quintessential characteristics and domain. ,,He is of a very melancholy disposition.” I am convinced that some of thy characters were, but I am not sure if thou was. I believe thou was a phlegmatic, but even though I am not sure, what kind of temperament William Shakespeare had. Still, the phlegmatic is one of my favourite temperament of all four.

And I do like summer and winter from all four. From all four: seasons, elements, star signs, there is a lot of symbolism in the number four. ,,He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.” O, I am so sorry and excuse me, but I do not agree that he who doesn´t have any beard is less than a man. I believe that thy character thought it that he is less than human. But there are some discriminations in thy evil characters and it occurs there. Sometimes the good people and characters don´t know what to say on this evil phenomenon and they just stare. ,,I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by day-light.” Yes? And thou don´t need any dioptre and glasses? No contact lenses? In the entire work and existence of William Shakespeare had and they still have infinite and eternal senses. ,,Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.” But what if the most perfect herald of joy is silence in sadness and sorrow? I have always thought it was the oposite, but this particular quote prove me wrong, that particular quote I have just borrowed. ,,Sits the wind in that corner?” O, I doth not know, William Shakespeare! Even though I doth not have yet IQ as high as thou. Even though we aren´t the same star sign, but we have the same element the Earth. Thou were a Taurus and I am a Capricorn, but this is merely a metaphore, not a proposal, dear universe, even Romeo and Juliet were from two different enemy families. But did they have the same star sign? O, I doth not know! ,,Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.” But no cupid should kill such good characters and people no matter if in reality or in thy works of art. Oh, I took it literarly! It´s really interesting. It could be a perfect joke for William Shakespeare, he who was infinitely and eternaly genius, intelligent, wise and smart. ,,From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot.” Oh, isn´t this sentence as an equivalent to ,,from a head to a heel”? I almost wrote ,,heal” but what about to heal a heel what does it remind to us? Is it a Cinderella´s shoe? Who knew? ,,Are you good men and true?” Even though some of thy characters were and some of thy characters were not. Thou definitively were. Good and evil people, animals, situations can be found anytime anyhow anywhere.

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People need stop making him so fine. Is getting hard to defend myself

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i dont know whever i should be happy to not have an artblock or dissapointed in myself `cause Dimmadisgrace get himself in my top 5 characters