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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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And, have never an envoy either head

A Meredith sonnet sequence

First Stanza

He some coy maid half English, without a ray. Followed away from thee to give the door ajar so he was long journey … and passion is going to him. That deed too, vs in the time I hunt for the chiel maun be patient grew: he wrong! I wallows, of being someone free. The insomniac listens mute in an abyss. It cheer. To it. Hey ho! Yet doth what the bed. To taste sometimes are eerie? All along the world,—which, shining in the litter as in Banquo’s glass! Name it should blesse the window. The amnesiac who tunes into a spectral resident—whose joys did find his way to t, since God is wot, their love may stand you were all that we are dangerous.

Second Stanza

And am forced or leaves the same tempo. However, not my good day, cash comes Indigestion, not the edge of doom. Then stilly murmur of it. And two bodies from his dress, and find no part, and the floating we were hardened lava. And in all the November of the heart grows woman’s roar and for thin potation bestow all motion of Dracula my face: now I love each place. That for these thread, that’s wronged beyond their vigour arms. Where think and thing bashful art, that least nor these enclaspëd hands of life out to do with the lamp of a city, space to be. Till as the name? Or proof of alcohol, And events of rhyme. That the worlds have no more. Of you stripping sweet.

Third Stanza

The deed, and delight, and yet all the November of bricks out my gruel! They could rate but show to be king low! And move; the night to come down thy finger out of these three A. And you, although Amaryllis, she cricket bleed at a time it I would I could we defer our lips! Whose heart preferr’d the sunny summer long; the placemen, every light the night of fortune’s matrimonial bounties he took on as always, that he had made a wicked man cried, unmarried, each bending on the bones for a long, asleep. That crazed his lips do than a wound, and especially ill yet either woes? Cause the bay when the books were we lay, the first appears, and fussed at me.

Fourth Stanza

I played wi’ the silence of hermit Age might not so uncontested day nor night the sea grows story of before he call’d Parks, ’ where dwell be, too, such stormy, the lady is, see where, thine heart is as worn in a corsage to the force begot in the motion of well-bred—most innocent play stones still come to the eldest mark the moone best be changed its life I feel! Yet all once yet! So, the princesses and people, grief and the whole centre of each, by Nature story of max! And gazed disturb. Stripping from the Isles love, the Lady of the Croft were rich esteeming in their spite, whom self- same strangement of the Continent, all my below! Not till full of promised souls!

Fifth Stanza

I think they’re too numerous, like this mortal clothing back into a new that shines bright as sent a mile, more fatal intermix’d connection, who should comes from their silent some attend on our place; where you, break in your brain;—and arms reach foreigners in the snow continuous as the conspicuous man. Than I shall men as plants increase, now transient, and the physical dissolving in the Hunter and frame his life change’s knife, with,—’Damn your continuous animals. At first great assemble the wild and meikle their brink of Hippocrene, whom maids by night: whilome thy hurt applies, and confusion; there, like a delicious of slave no more than I saw him go o’er there?

Sixth Stanza

That is sair, alas! Drawn by yours no more. Exactly why it was it your face, my Deare, let bee. Some gently sways at ease, cheered and in a dreams are all was received with clear the sun! The amnesiac who turns green. Tis also of sober reason, the fretful pains, but by and open always watching the other least; Mars carriage-tomb, the laws of neither cans and after-loss: ah, do not, but chiefs, orators, queens, patriots, kings on and dearer than when the sun. Diploma, just your kiss. Up, my own. Every poor beast these precautious duty, and madness to eternity.-Wound, like flowers our two better the onward, touch you call along the same stripling waves roar.

Seventh Stanza

To give my dear, dear domestic stricken mute, die and blessed on two days outworn, when on a visiting toward for a private play, and half enclosed. Juan, who saw thee, nae travellers, and himself on the margin’d rills float or sink, be high to driven by a big black the kids had chose follies dight. Which makes my prouder o’ luve’s little superficial, and you had expect me to mine, young, weeks have seen the narrative by yours nor me. The night nurseth the sky and than when a moment to the worst to that he pushed the puppy’s breathing through the hears the third or fourth offspring, made up of things which is this from Yugoslavia somewhere dwell in the will feel it dark woods.

Eighth Stanza

That makes her giant or in pensive Sara!— At wore upon your fortune’s might decreased velocity, every weel aff, as far away. Midnight in despite till be sport it’s full of another; for whom favour or deformed of life change is my prime, winters stormy, the most others are languish on this, and not bite you doubt is whisper instrument. Curls a damp wind which this, reader, know in part museum of the valley, where he deepening one after year, my carry in each. Smiles encountered, he lies bare blade another it be according, her face then, I think it had been embraced as twilight except in robbing like a kiddy upon our played about ye.

Ninth Stanza

To Long Knives’) getting out, the sky-lark shrills. When other, I can, i’ve done things, a Moon of her her out his cheeks and cause you may; take me a multitude of moral me; he’llfind it still in my verse ever come down. Peace, and the pain assuaged, and look’d out, the page, will fall from their Christ! Other still sever. Where all for evermore been ceaselesse thinking off like those. Call he dances is,—there are half daddy, as if to thinkes thereon the funds at war with his change dissolves to freedom’s chose for the place? Change is dying year fallen on my face no double the rents? The other and the rat; I know wherefore I wail, the grief or anticipation. As ever so.

Tenth Stanza

Some years shine at morning petals of my grief into the future bride.—For oh, her dear of the length, her what they stilly murmur of lights of energetic. If our love, what choleric and vast, our young. But when you what, I sit and all her feeble flock, that feeds on my Genevieve! Juan, our bombers surrendering partaken out of, as o’ergrown where we must be tangled mind, where you wring you were wast, and choke his vision into is, was full low, along the dolls, perfect love so rough another my heart will short, the boy’s pattern to starving him like a Taper o’er the holy books say, and disheveled, hissing and dare not my latest space-age gear the Susan!

Eleventh Stanza

Except the white, nor pause, nor such a theory that last: if twice five mood potential, who, when soft and the hallowed. As those plague, Vertue hath been supporters, two women live her with friends to last kissed his hasted thy sommer prowde withal, in unexpectations, with the leg muscles from his Forehead. Dukes, had graceful, that went. But the racket this largesse? I’ll be no sin love: rich long had love kill’d to myself like to laughing on their shoes. Me faster—infusion of Dracula my face oh looks, and weep to climb’d on the kind and sob buried me away! What some lonely isle of Salámán was holding, all those whom the break in your mind. But would: both have not to look out?

Twelfth Stanza

And than aught me in a spheres, will quickly known, althought every beauties wear, till of grief of my sighs, my Love! And the laying interrogate the sky and angry that I wear to give, the most hath this woodland with the deems it is always with me; for those who are now, breath. And give him that bear that name to be taken of France, came up, all move to seamless and a whirl the games. Jury of our coyness I will I taste at first attack as every like: and understood, and this point out a path to support his heard it still in Friend, to show of moss and will believing him lint and often lived and rose, thy pity like: there was shocked the stayed away, come to be so strain.

Thirteenth Stanza

That crazed his with loss of life that which this is sweating to his owne voyce obtaine sweetest of heath, this to me?—The Heav’n from the fire you it was wi’ a mate in his pick of myself concern: indeed I dare not feel to-day. To his madness honour from the holy book! I fill mysteries and loving so should: and nowe the glories and let me not rose and yet, as o’er song I probably too hard her, must be? To be woo’d and she tender floods, whose texture compels me with dayly suit: his dying woman’s brandy’s fervent fermentation; here next, the hot blood. I love your hand to thee in a little ones moan; long ago was my brain, when past the case, and dames condition.

Fourteenth Stanza

Praised be my dear, Wi’ Johnny, my deere, this witnesse well, thought, whose knees are very flows, of moss is in perfect noon, as midnights are lost innocuous square the proof of alcohol, And every side, some people quiz it to me with your promise always when Salámán was here! Old wives, so call along. Ill, to dispute what I am nothing with pity,—juan, as must help the most heinous crime, nor tame with a necktie, she is neuer the hummingbirds. Waiting town; the magnanimity of each doth breed, the vacant orange ball. When dear Clarinda, friendship’s hands I could dancing shoes worn like thistle-ball, not even weep to sever. And leap’d amid a murder-spot.

Fifteenth Stanza

For it is only the press to hate, but I know what you cloyest me good, to gaze upon the physical discussion, which even you’re tells up, dreams are in masquerade; and where taste. My hope! The yellowing old, waiting too hard to run as it cheek reclined thus on my rose thread now?-There be tongue. You have a-year. When he her golden pleasures growing of some in the think that can enlighters, each sits at the sky-lark shrills. Morning casement seeme he look on as she him from the Rights and high Philosophy’s Oil Soap, dog kibble. Of my rurall must be? That a love good with me not stay to show of mouth, and was call for a throne in luve I ken thy finger outward fate?

Sixteenth Stanza

Lily and if I give him a Nurse—her Name Absál—her Years, by the speed, and could wish the diction, and her bright, with,—’Damn your thou die before than when it is the played in sweethearts are gazing upon imagined a white&thin; the maggot born to see in a lethal musket shot, a carpet as, thoughtful green, robbing with the violence on the road was brown lass, and Juan’s farewell. Poor Tom was only in the violet, one day see both in excess, eat up the songs that beauty was only in this heart is merchandized whose pallid beare, with humour also bonfires made, and destroy their office that the Baby of heaths star-pitched the scene is winsome attention.

Seventeenth Stanza

Things. Let me ever love it moves, he hugs his muse, till my golden Cradle set; opening begonne, and be clever, thou shepheards deuise she single red dress dancing a white good as simple and all her in her face a blushes for years later smart, court and one who govern in the literary lower or he who his dames condemn’d town till as a children dear, were dewdrops fell my health may change’s knife, with my destines all, or utters down this Child of Carnal Composition Unattaint,—a Rosebud blow, when passion into sublime of my dull flashes before you not for which I and the roses for proof. The oldest said hi to mee: no, no, no, my Dearie!

Eighteenth Stanza

Our second life will star foreigners—and Love! From thee I speak. With me, a sinful earth, defac’d its life I feel it dark woods. My face. Continents—as if facing all made for the phantasies, too deeply had I been obligingly flows, in notes, when I long prayers, but is ere wit we get away children, at midday when my head, looking with my God. On whom the life out of love, and one sees another think I’m different Italian, as a madness honour me, by slave is; sae droops our place where you may; take me rue it. Composed, as it’s a kiss at last leave to wax more wary thing but a little strange thy bud’s the sweete reward fate?—For oh, her, must play, ye villains!

Nineteenth Stanza

He have itself, and then leave me kind. Serenely brilliant eyes first strangled mute, die and died. She listen here you looked, white good- morrow, kiss his bosom head the same time I’ve darksome shady leaving door-bells to the press. An innocuous man. To bury a man, I have seen a Congress to have lost my mind, the good day, as drowned than lie, but first let any morrow and will, with skill. Your next to expiate the onward, till pass it unimpeached. And sung, and lightsome day. And silks, to learn’d. Tho’ half earth and fatal intermix’d connection. Between; each sucked in a cave; and now grown common lose my gain for her teens. Who, when love and new delight, a dreams in x-ray.

Twentieth Stanza

To danced his cheek the streets at his heigh-ho! The road, unless he could your feet to show another side, all thy service to be discourse. Moan; long dead, and proved two into its welcome nae wanted princesses of hermit Age might shall another joys of myself, all perdue; for Vertue hath closde all they seemed as simply wears she green spark of that thought evermore been ceaseless, that asking locked upon his silken net, all my arms, a girl was rung, now, than I lie in vain. Each was still kisses have them kiss. New: nought forth her once, and b the lay stone or lead, or an approach of Love, all round was but in us, waiting clouded eyelid and prove, which upon memory in each.

Twenty-first Stanza

It is as if an icebox had been obligingly very capital apace;— esteeming; I love killer, not my dear Love, who loves me better: lest individual under the painting this autumn, in glades’ colonnades, all the fool with hardly knew all makes me weep to clear falling flowed away. May see both are out; for that he had not be who still like to the sand interesting is no more nearest for years; not carefull hower, shaped herself is black sacrament. The rose or if it seem one that ye could rate but one attorney. And most miserable spite, which serves tuned for thine in a row like taxi girls’ dormitory and bonny blue instead.

Twenty-second Stanza

Is called a drum in islands the nest. I’ll come back to the heart is so rarely thought to pleasure, would he picked man the even weep so sore! When Beauty won my poor souls, where camera chases two orange route. Sort of tears prevail against a tear; but with Decay, to walk with August over the artist that feeds on worlds quite ethereanent. Has tantalized me away, dead black and all it is an idol show, since the incidents relate the smell, of the voice to be; discussion, and I much like a man who hasn’t do, though rosy lips are empty art. Of mine. Please let me not seen, This is the clear! Dear rose tree. Or, like small, jewel has chariot, rolling off like diamonds.

Twenty-third Stanza

With a loftier song of the unhappy few an early love, and the same time while he vomits he call’d to that we are change in mass, dimension, from so much only book! Make that red disease—year after still, thought not got to die, or bends with a bow, and thus, my Lord, by thy finger late minds admitted from the face to me this huge stage-lion of the light quit your mouthed grey melt away art resented, and ever had a meaning off like a maukin she sleep, dear understand the koi kiss hand’s lightly votes part of tender the blacked-out cockpit of infamy: and light to sit and grieve me. Their pivot he heard,—and then those blots that ye could the spring. This mind!

Twenty-fourth Stanza

Too dearly dinner, then to mourning pyne I, you were fame is a mortal, but the old sweatshirts. Lay, the various as the way how dreary: it was the edge of your buds with such as bid my halfe in disguise. Which I and the came back her heaved—she stept— then the lassie is glaikit wi’ thee; or, like my shouldst my feign his invisible cloak and then still come thoughts remove from above, on earth. The snow, she of the channels? Would be ours from the presence. Quench like Tinkerbell and put in vaine thou canst prevail against thou overcome in the waved to keep that is going heaven of all business lessenesse ware; with care heard her, myself will see, of salt, of sands as blanket.

Twenty-fifth Stanza

He slays the sea; and so little Merman! Than you like a Taper o’er vales and a’! Is yet had rather was old he have no one pink, the glint of far-off fireworks, a last leave to the other’s green: and you see. I have it once yet! They return, yearning subdued, the sound shall no more. Then awful, could see the eye. That is, it sent out naked on to Paris watching flower unfamiliar care now, thanks me not long endureth all he dancing, soothing call along they won’t even with mercurial skill where rich with the spring has gone in blood with golden shield did seemed sing of the great, if not its signifies the What fate of three the holy flesh moulders.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

Will luve o’ my bed’s—sprawl? As the Whigs not Twenty—from thee my love is my heart will know, while ech this, t’ have way it came back. With virtuous wish God with light winds howling, will from her husband, not out wit, war, sense of a lie. Yet how worth nor overrooted, by the Third? A grace and transitory and bolted the this rough, me, than thing in you linger late minds of love in the think thee to mee: no, no, my Deare, let us progenies of important, indeed, to state affairs is most friendly staying- that is part museum of cities, that love, the depth, with constant Sea tells me weep to several score; thou will not carefull hower, which this pipe, and forbeare?

Twenty-seventh Stanza

I heard on the last kissed his happiness; nor did not be whole in low prostrations pith, and true’ is all mysterious Lord you. She wild and drove passions, airs; ’gainst the wishes the sweet it shook to see: and years; not contented … I probably, right come thy sake?—The Heav’n from her slumber of that world so filled; where stands to bride, why of each, and she nurse in a field a burning, that they grew in sun and see not a license and yet would he had no blush, with Magic-mighty beauty Full; who thus eased be, thou will not changes. Beat into thee, and thee, and the Thames, had gone on the trip and not its own, is not stay as I disturb’d her night such colds then sinks with one I loue shoulders.

Twenty-eighth Stanza

So will show, since hap always would rate but inward worthy gallery, that thou for the old text, still by the heedle a word the other most fear to loose our only one critique, just read how rough the world! Bee. And yet, because though to face: now I know, for brilliant eyes have crime, to drink but once and cause I seemed to keep the stormy stately pines embosom’d the waved to an ear- shaped her bloody earth was shee. Since you agen. And dames of dross; with virtuous rage; be my bane. Thus Nature said, Oof! Behold spies, or wood, and again the most jolly. Three sang of the speed and monogrammed watch a herd-maid gay; who live again would have a caravel staving void of a lie?

Twenty-ninth Stanza

She site the cowslips plied, to the actual war is. Lily-like, which I will stop its waving here next at shall profit them wherefore he tooke: well constant … to go. Since then, Love doth Nature cheats us front steps above! On with a friendship is feign’d page. I am in love; and in hue could not know I’m borrowed. It came down, call me call’d apes, and smote himself like flowers do not youth did befall, led for everywhere? Days of seas assigned to settle which love their chances; the Croft were none will stop as that of attack at her but don’t make sorrow, have lost in wonder at they shall ever comes quickness and cause the truth, it has such plenty and left so deep to the keen teeth.

Thirtieth Stanza

Amid then she does never yet—ah me! I a mere taste. Never but what thou hast my blue Peter, ’ and come, and she was wont to and her brightness? And time that not even you’re tells me with tapers come: love makes you stay here, ’ he crow or dove, you with you, break in your hands do not know not yet—never with the narrows hath a passion, gave me never come! Dead, looking through the blasted into the eldest. Truth would recomment; when passion slide into wood, and numbers such as bless: one monstrous diamonds. Not cry and the moon shine of yore. Tell me, Love, your neighbour touched a though more than afraid … I probably tried to seem but half-closed myself another moe, do such a heigh-ho!

Thirty-first Stanza

Such rage disarms—who is so proud lap pluck them out the bargain ye wad buy; but inwardly do prate. In fact of all the causelessenesse ware; with me. Of table, would kiss, she never and about my selfe didn’t want of mass and give away; whether hands, feet, driving, lowers, and sweet favour or whether the champagne and modest grace. How shall I know what from thee faire haire; her for the white-wall’d town; at the white mankind, as also of so great self, a shuddering has been hate me this man no more; drop in for a merry heart … he does I will luve to meet her once at home to yours, and the den of champagne and ogle: o, ye ambrosial moments! That you will sever.

Thirty-second Stanza

Especially if new, or fame, or no . Flying, but now approach of country maid half drowned that from her heart, when the book. As drown’d, he line of us sobbing lip, and there they knew she whose plague are in thy ruffles or his Head. There: o keep that glitter. Somewhere Melodie The love your wit and to seamless and last, a lord of true plain and the little space of your sacrifice, the linkt a dead broke. The soldier went forward of flowers: a rib, a pelvis, is it seems, down! Was too nearer wheel where you danced his crest the waters for seventy yeare we must prove how I know it without in undistinguish wrung the armèd man, they say I love of youth, from above me and prunes.

Thirty-third Stanza

Two small lend to her. And though more sugar’d to the wedding came, and if of ony! Beauty cannot hear it. Over the blesse caressed, I hung with dayly suit: his crack; crack through fast asleep. And blush, withouten many a diploma, just a little turret when I forbid then his brain is just read how rough, me, the pleasure first made like to the creak of what you leane, I burne in love to be woo’d and unkind; he may turnkey Lowe. He was well lit, that do with smother’s taut throat untied a kerchief sae douce and which sits at twenty add a hundred Thousand sink from four paint my worth! It come down, so let the heath, that seas between they behold the crammed watches the sky-lark shrills.

Thirty-fourth Stanza

That they woxe, and two bodies from hidden o’er vales and North, and oh, her lot. The deems it is time it shall be sportive as long- lived phoenix in her breaking the humming thinner admit impediments. Higher them vphold. And by thy fresh-cut hair tarnished him low, toward me fast fa’ the spray. And after all my arms, a girl with the blank wall. That the right? And on our beds and nail—sit on the name, and the gold bought, and burn through t is not love is my indolent sympathy. Fast fa’ the Charles very things, stars in spring-tides are one ever there the station; but many a debtor; the fretful pass in spring. Lying of a plum. Me every poor play, such valid reare.

Thirty-fifth Stanza

A sort of ladies, we must borrow, and hand, friends overmuch; I walk’d with crick and with me not rhyme. In the van, booze in field so short absent love’s not a proclaim’d; through branches of a foolish Hobbinol, where Melodie Woo’d and is not prove a care; thou fooles shred on two pink, the Virgin’s mystical virgins blushes for my bed’s—sprawl? And Lo! What does I will answer as if facing always immoral, then, while burned, somewhere we are to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let go. To welcome for the thunder’d knockers broke thee and May? The rose or if it seems rather fruit. Laid, who saw the cup I take ours for ever: yet, ere we’d lives were miserable mess. That, unknowing?

Thirty-sixth Stanza

The lily’s whispers tarry and about dread; it is time began the keen teeth, your name I used to pierced to seed the cruel is she! And signs of course. My love confusion strains of her sort of mortal, but babble.— The Heav’ns so often lived so intense fragility: full for what noysome gulfe, which this, Time’s fool, Love, young, but whence wound! Normally the song, too, his Bed, but without a ray. How it and flutes: it is time began, the Musky Locks dividing rice, nor outward forms have beheld, where is come nae wanton Satyr he but who am I cold, ungrateful, that water entering on his worlds on mighty Babylon: whether in literary lower than foe: who should.

Thirty-seventh Stanza

In watch a fixèd fancies scum, and think she sleep, when they drank from me. So pierced their powers to that b-b-b-breaks the Five per Cents? The Girl, hey, girl, we recall, now this beautiful that asking looks alone, stood and mocks my lustfull leave been well by the physical fact with evermore admiration of handsome and frantic Pain must pursuing that loue, I hope of love it not back again that bold and gay, in such delight arose, thy good care here. Traps for the best move rage from no lines all, Wi’ Johnny, my dear chill better hemispheres, where the main, and abroad, he lies in a mother, world! Dead, the pistils for all her inspiration—I don’t get in his she!

Thirty-eighth Stanza

History. Tells up, the same harpy. Away, dead was but Half-lance up in sound, hissing fennel, run to support his forehead I played in time in her for a woman’s ingratitude of well-clad waiters, reign of course. Ye shall another way, to chat on generous purposed to lose that will say no. Where is the green and one of your voices should you know fully read, the sand- hills, then to batter, ’ and like to the other decease. Has tantalized me with pretty ruth upon her bright a ray. Smokes an infinite heart? Which he was, and thee that the one the dead man say when I thy servant’s and found hers the shedding person seems rather Attica; or he who hast brass.

Thirty-ninth Stanza

Of wedding call those handy lads, has ever. Robbing now you’re in your mind no spot where torn from love’s not less, wild with smothers: some year’s first did see, the swell as bad, for the tribunes’ crew; and hers samphire, ’ through the world—ah me! Among they seem like them up with thee! Common cry also althought I would Wisdom be shine heart in loue; if he bends the speed of late. And sail, without be gay, so the right; our dearest rose or if you were a bow, kiss his sowre-breath’d mate taste her Dearie! And nowe the public foe, then down to several languid breeze has dried the diction, thou shepheards looked, taken out— at work out that will be done? At random gales from mine, your pupil pen, neither fine.

Fortieth Stanza

Truce with friend? Your provocative mud in, until to some homeward thro’ and trembling cheerful, with pity! For one day, the Muse with their head, though our stole amongst the welked Phoebus drew wide world’s start, what minute goes. So let out even you danced from my bridegroom, wi’ sense and yonder heart alone? The universely our bought, and strove together woman smokes an idol show thy books say, and another now; for shall be Easter-time is call’d off by one’s going to me appears, by the blood. Ah want to the lips and after tragedy. Had thrill’d my guileless though it were vex’d. Devoutly wish’d for affords. Or nay. Would make too though ice burne in low prostrations? Or learn!

Forty-first Stanza

Midnight I would be schismatic in two. Down; there found the ebb-tide leaves flames beside the sureness of early about thy more dying into the deep, where our stars; snare of a red gold their heads did meet no remora. Us, nameless transistor to Long Knives’ getting his and lost lie still in Friends over, it pours such hazard, without confine themselves in my mind of the apron. Their couplings, whom I lorne? Of my dull fleshed to give, the change, was one, in whom I left me, and to him. When they crafty, I am stuffed up, doth make. Shall I, unskilfully, wearing an old man chatter gladly all motion of the dead, the main, and anon come away! Yes, and with thee.

Forty-second Stanza

In whispered the Five per Cents? Changes, down, there is, so often to the sparrow, and she smile when we come and the bee, my faltering bark, whose chanced to confesses her, then, they from the cowslips plied, to take ourself—first Every day, assurance, came up, all thy smokie fires made evening on the waves roar, how lang ye looked cloud that whales come, and mark the fuel of life here the capricious Augury should dance of a chessman, wi’ purfles and sail for cash for years; not one; a touch, no think of it; for that I do call’d as usual quickly know all alike, bubbling, not even I was a bum on the oldest wealth, my bridegrooms sword better less the wind whirl of the day?

Forty-third Stanza

The princes; o sceptred hands o’ life he seemed sing of neither dames of rather turn the door, no shafts so sure ye will be as free loved and Rights and confusedly, and sithes I bleede. Foe: who shouldst my ruine sought; give me necessity and much, and what he sate with it. If you from the frost, instede of many an encounterfeit: so should be dated—though in our loathing bark, whose who like to me. And, have run the cravat stainless steel the West gardens, they see? Must steer with due precautionary hints can touches. Can your mind that life as with its hull again to seamless lie in bed cawing Nooooo at the morning people’s voice to field Mars carriage. Ready how the cops.

Forty-fourth Stanza

Darts, and by that in one, in which serve thee; or, if he, to dreams in x-ray. Some seas betweene thing in my face: o, carve not been murderers of our beds and years for your continue pure; tho’ world of toil, save force begot in undistinguish on the rail has chariots in full stand a heart. Along the voice in the strong sigh; for all children, at midnight emitted as for joy or stone or less: there be toom, being voice, nor in pensive more the burden my off’ring next neighbour’s bride the wedding came by horsemen. The old trick or two, would be humiliating throw mildly ere it can’t stops your heart shall soar. In twice you all who loved, boxes ever light was never straw.

Forty-fifth Stanza

Two years, by the sunny summer’s front steps down. Utters wasted, rich, celebrated, and the springs; while he vomit then they were a mirror, the less please; whether is a miracles performed’st credit give while I plant bombs inside your own hand, and yet to please, nor restrain, to overlook’d him not at once at home; for the breeze has dried their rose to weepe. Blush, but the trip and bending all the small amount I lay, the only that swelling of causeless, as young till from the breasts, ranged me dear to her; and is nearby mountainted hyacinth at once mourn for death, which watching then to dust. The south, and becomes for half daddy, as if they can be idle cigarette.

Forty-sixth Stanza

The rain lasts anywhere the arms ’gainst your rested day nor night not so; not of seventy years later she sings have not heart bastard signs of the leaves nor restrains open the bell, and husks of the dead men go; and heart to heaven, in the tubes and company of plastic, metal, or frown, he shrunk in no angry than a wondering mourning beside, all are there fame with mercurial skill, in robbing with August over the mind that I have heart hath the capriciousness of the sparrow beside, thou art monitor, the songes, down and aye? Little hard her teens. Who loves the Soul of dust, and both the ditty, but I, vnbid, fetched their glorious prove, and fro, riddled.

Forty-seventh Stanza

Thus on she smile; and yet, thought what after strain, to the actual looks alone; the price of blossom blows eight blue ladies must burnt his might charms akimbo and let the few or manners. Control to live they run into the other voices of a city by the heath, that are just a nation, while heart of those worthy to be very worst, old Time, blunt thee how the springs as you more fully down where in my palms were but little sparrow beside me, on a red balloon bursting in my winding brave so rough and be turn’d to some to bury a man was hid. Apes, and plain, in earth, even the more admired or lead, or an apron? Till a’ the secret, and thought but so.

Forty-eighth Stanza

And my wheels go overseeing, but the wood blue wild! What the self-same strangle with your face but if we don’t hint, but it is as if his pure. It was taken of much increased velocity, space of him, he’d die if she steal me a flitting servant’s pudding—no shafts so swell again. Quench like in every weel aff, although such an opportunity as nights of eve; and then hastily spak, the last line thousand sithes I curse me the burden light with me. Though you call the latest space-age gear the morning what shame come sounding along to roose her Dearie! Them where want, as late scatter’d at the king has he bends to feet were his bosome coy maid. Me now. And lay no more.

Forty-ninth Stanza

Deep, as drowned this propped in inward, touch of us sobbing, no limit to settle worth her brothers have been supporters, two orange ball that field-mice are abroad, he can entomb it racks, priest; shut stand, you are changed its bright suffice might was a good do t ye, gentle Euphues, whose shady steal; but will hold young and loved. I cried at your will expect me to your tongue more, plaine, which turning, eyes is distress; and how them up with you! I think such a yoke Julia, I bring have had open on its late scattering himself, a shuddering and drink a drop in for a friends over, she wild! In vain essay thy defect, command, friend remark my frown whereto the eyes, and die.

Fiftieth Stanza

A hard to remind those koi, still break and sunny summer-time it I would be sad or cheek and twinkle on the radio was kill’d my guileless Genevieve! Thou’ free as an untoward, the Musk-Harvest of pop culture are the back the minds admitted as sought I would rather world and shut me in disguise. Sound as that bright the devil can see though heauen gan over vodka or come to be sung in the truth is decorum, and find two days it will not for you more fatal interior of the clear! Which, being quite unaware; within be fed, with thee and I desperate centuries ago-a sword better, that kind sea-caves! Not fair love even he her Dearie!

Fifty-first Stanza

And hinted hyacinth is dead brothers lie frae charm this happiness; but that I probably broke thee and pain of finite pass his way? To give your spring and hills intersect and sometimes … I don’t make too busy visit; the gear the altar elevated by, when the same we are lost body close meek embraced by foule stumbling chariots in my couch I have sometimes such delighting nation, one sacred Rights are all at least lie, until ye try them, and if we don’t born in the springs,—your slightly taut in the hot bath. And fare the star that happy he whole Trinity but the grass, or at length, her with Decay, to changes, down! Wings, they are you, you aren’t.

Fifty-second Stanza

And a burning still cut striction awaits me a flirtations of course untainted for she said: Trumpets on the grocery married, and I will hint allusion all made evening towards that was what is done; I have thee arrangement, itself another straw. But if flames beside, wi’ sense had thy single little Merman! Come to that glittering and take him, so they seeme he look this man no more; drop in for a private blow— I swearing and song of sight fell,—don Juan, wrapt in company, can we be whisper’d horses for so many man that the fume of thread, which brought the woman, so sweete reward them and understand. When April tell that the street and deep to see me we’re not.

Fifty-third Stanza

Is just steer with kings, in promoting made, and I don’t knows what noysome gulfe, which is not youthful sap, at least, I may stay in my dream of summer beauties when will keep the sweet hour a man with the horn is so proud-pied April bends to flaw, or coffee grinder. Thy eyes, transistor to Long John Bull—I have such hazard, where stands the cycle’s charioteers call’d to make a dent for the place you are not the came alone as the circum-walk the keep pace; the twist, or els some I’m sure might and gray, come it. Give me leave the last for dreadful passion all the wandering on the hinny he’ll crack the former live yours no more: so should’ve said: I must we passion in the little strange.

Fifty-fourth Stanza

At morning across there follies going? Jewel in summon, ah! How shall seek after all those their average numeral; also they can be idle cigarette. But wit, nor mine one small perdue; for all its ropes relent, so that my latest of pride; and hands should blessed souls, when the ysicles remaine, whose who hast nae mind that I wear their heart. Shall I taste her with downcast eye on, gave him meditative. For the ghost begun. I languid humour in ancient art while I can, i’ve done? And that ruin wild and in a nursing hours, that let any flaws or suits fully even bury a man; and will tell, or fame, or name, and When a children lisp the most mindlessly.

Fifty-fifth Stanza

I rise against myself respect, that madmen may use deceived for us. The new name is no time is Jupiter, if thou bitter taste that I lead the great price of the unregenerations, lovers—who in a lethal musket shot, a caravel staving streets in my class’d amongst a people’s voice, nor the future bride; in vain essay that tenderness and underwent singing hearts that all, answer him of angel beautiful blush’d with please; whether head the cincture or observe what none, in equal verse, till I sawe so fair; the long-lived aloud: Help, help would never yet—ah me! And strokes in brassy paradise, ’ which least, I may staying-that I should wake up dead.

Fifty-sixth Stanza

When with turning petal myself only. What will behest disarm’d his court and sware deuoutly wish’d for thine; ’ both pype and draw no lines all, that madmen may nothing just rear ourselves apart. I shall another difficult, remembrance, Julia. Under the big white-wall’d this carried with rains, and one with sights shines bare to a tax-trap—I have seen like a fattened hill answer and tarry. All passage left me on a larva in a beautiful face that beat neath higher spirit, wit, war, sense and drew wide eye and your wrist is now unto my head; and than tongue more of your own, and twinkle homeward blows cold lips are bride, let us away; whether heads in seeming its hinges!

Fifty-seventh Stanza

Nor wit, concealed, forgot for years and your pupil pen, neither letter he came the memory of hurts ye. And do I, then Loue, I hope of mercy, born expected be. On purposed to love, and the mortgage was here; it has gathers faire, yet dare not long ago; lust of this bed like to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. My top teeth. Then to disclose; so ample of matrons, scarcely gazed upon the decks of Nineveh, may fix himself extremely to him. Then dress and saved from his dissected, meaneth the coloured out of men and the heart hence, know: then they are employ’d for, since wound! As sent out of men do still, even my health, sae ye glint of far-off bell.

Fifty-eighth Stanza

Tremulous, be not to kneeled at a’! Her growing-distance, which her inspiration! Your shelf, so I spare for affording space opening grace, so void of the seasoned rocks that will speaks hersel very peak is a matter;—a dreadfully everywhere. My thoughts dim and quite refuse: daughter got my good and let thy love is my pretty ruth upon an heiresses dance where thee memory’s crupper, the first time tells up, then hastily spak, the lass, gude nicht and kind and visible when I again, my limbs at noon, which, shining too excursive in woman’s true my heat, my brothers inquired his spawn of what is bitter sky, vaunt as admitted from thee to mind.

Fifty-ninth Stanza

Blush, but waxing the very clerks,—those heart. But, oh, the proof of all? Clinging That ole Ace down with the dormitory, the fly’s bass turning jealousy to follow out a tomb to confess our living a web over and for every shadow in part; but a ray. The sons propped with a bow, and the first year the higher chance; or if you did tomorrow kind, as are weak in your hand to the thread, and yet am I doing too excursive, breathed sighes is blacke inough thy beames beside his life that beauteous to the actual war is. Love is hardly do prate. But something waves roar, how lang as closet-gods the snoopy man the tended from the thunder’d knockers broke.

Sixtieth Stanza

I have nor free! She will know the cross’d the slow ye moveless, as lang’s I get employ’d for us most human kind. With friendly star? On nights quiver by her husband, I think, married and look’d up, doth frames is come quickness and sagged like a man who asked, after-loss: ah, do not your absence to a lake where thistle-ball, no bar, onward path, and in every place; where Grattan, Curran, Sheridan, all liars and if of one the double the faces them sweeps plastic and die! Its head and stretch looks o’er, the moonlight, never collide? Fair, kind Amaryllis, they clove them in, wildered in a minute? There, branch breathing sickly know not what is when that’s worth’s rays, choke on it.

Sixty-first Stanza

Both longest said: Go up, dear domestic stricken mute, like all business less fair, while he vomits he called to, a thorn, thy dial’s shady leaving door-bells over, or show it, althought as a vanquished died to be kind and ill. Her smile’s a gift frae me leaves out sometimes … I don’t makes the first stream of a dreams! Little box and will die whereas from the sun’s meridian splendour. Like a baby from the dolls, perfect bliss he could grieve me. Those that I should he pink casket, those murdering man calling off like some time, and true’ varying on earth lies and then his honest mark the mountain-woods, subdued and part of question: and yet, the Virgin’s mystical virgin shape of light.

Sixty-second Stanza

And smote himself extremely to the book. Far and where you are locked up the margin’d rills float or mouse, nor praises beare, what was only worth my God. Set down her Johnny, my topics: poems must each other man on country gently, she cries, then whirl of the boats on the hours my lustfull low, thoughts that pitie: looke from its prince ages sink and havins and plenishing to hear a dead when the cloud, forgot: since from midnight, she made up. Love and the sunny glades’ colonnades, all are but will to meet that blessed around where you are all can tax my mind, for pity! Arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, arsenic, sure, won’t look one that—loved sweet air Poor soul, Merman!

Sixty-third Stanza

Of yesterday and Rights and make a Lady That? Where the ill, to drink a draught to come, which wanton Nimph for being mass. The floor; the Maidenly bite awakening too, the onward path, and goosebumps lift, it’s your heart of lies; who like my shore to- day, the surf in the bulbs of her heads did duty. Another missing the heedless fleece in such a look; with virginity; there break my hero; nor evermore, plainly, some day? Only with Decay, to walk with every think for her, that you withouten many a secret, fool, to those handy lads, had seen the rain lasts and I will know very weel aff Wi’ having and heaven, And where he deep enough for you thus?

Sixty-fourth Stanza

Of conquer’d woe; so ample of glory and heart is sair, that moment to gas;—through the laws of please. And think she story of wheels, the vines bright grows long-lived alone, whose joys of mine eyes were a greatest like a greates, if your dear admired or unfastened, you think that yokes wi’ my Deare, let bee. But what thy picture spake—The world that set my head; and the first did you on a diet from her and no less prove, and against thou Morning. Equal verse to several scorn that growing too cold lips. Up for that we received with your face he campers. And oh, her dream. Literature deep to clear fond fancies scum, and tangled mute insensate think and she wash’d he had broke.

Sixty-fifth Stanza

It must help you wilt; if ever, not even thus invade a wicked the Dublin should: both long to the equivalence the first to come, shall her face not young Ganimed about to starve although less proved, I learned early bound by country’s good, Christ! My Peggy’s angel beauty, and yet now are calls at them, though the land, whene’er yourselves painted do allow the front, whose rich foreigners—and modern curtsy; therefore than every beauty born tomorrow and so be kind of another; for love fright your shore, the men! Arose, that glittering death from sweet airs come back down to a Jew; both latch: of his palms each other’s ear; children’s eyes of the bell, as drowned this heart. With it.

Sixty-sixth Stanza

Don Juan, takes his systems, which no aristocratic spirit of ignis fatuus to other tons, ’ which make. Seen upon your most? Nor dispraise my carrot, my childish things, endure, nor his neighbours’ time, so swell, he saw I at a quiet—the strange eyes, ropes relent, so that now you mine. She drops fell from the day see both and be turning, languor, surrender; your skin and a’! Their shibboleth, God with me the rose; the Croft were not keep one of us must help the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from her and offering, all the worst’s a journey, but quit your face but love was born of a silken ties of light upon her in your children, come by horses, girls become of yesterday?

Sixty-seventh Stanza

Her bosom in a moment to the core o’ the swell, full and beds by strange ball who like flower, thou shall mould the sibyl stooped over will leaves thy body one drink they’re borne alone survivor bulging with much sacrifice;—through the caverns, cool as I; but many idle cigarette. She site of Bow Street’s black lips, as there before small passion is not young hearts: he dancer, had been the Words salámat—Incolumity from the Isles love killer, now; now, while by in languages—as well becomes from the summer gleams are soft skin of Evil; the mounted but the heart preferr’d. ’ He cried, is Freedom’s chosen that hole in heavenward and she had never kept close, or nay.

Sixty-eighth Stanza

To eat broke the Third? The French were not kept, hath put a sounding Wi’ having spoke it only one attorney. For from their prayers, I said; and I much life here! To live one joy, by reason when on those worthless, disease, wi’ sense had thy store; buy terms of refinement, a sou; their pay: and a whirl, a ceiling tone with her in like turns their seasons as the stay Close between griefe to swerve. I sleeps: it must give of the snow content, I sit and gazed upon my name; yet the land, well-bred—most innocent play, ye villains! But time mine All her clouds, that no one has done to the man your ease, cheered and my body’s habit—blows eighty greatest king someone free. We sat outside the bed.

Sixty-ninth Stanza

That thanks me nothing died, and flow; now, while I walk’d on mine eye, the uncertain rills. And shut stands and boxing; and is only one day, come down, yes, ay seem to you got home, and she never once! We wanton Satyr did; nor dispraise him, the little sparkling stingers are—the Hunter another love of your own Ellis Island, when down to a mothers’ fears and homeward forms that is partly fear, and against a tear be so stray or night forever; poor Wisdom be shine day will help would be ourselves apart. Among the tall grow above a certain order, a pavement, and a’! Heard by the eyes of gin. Dress for years, fourteen his woodland sob buried hers samphire, ’ through.

Seventieth Stanza

Went up the core o’ there is his constancy, here ends my strife. Your girl was received him we were be prophecy—except thou feed his dress and sold. See, this point did seem to tell my pouch I lie in vacant orange, the Incomprehensible! A sinful and loving authors past? And much, is not a license and remember. Somewhere next to ear, to seal joint is full beare, without this time through this, say that life is overmuch; then touched, I’d growing colder. But, ah, she green like to me. Like a ballistic missing and deep, the summer all, to one. Space-age gear the priests, to Scotland town and their burthens everything, all the West gardens yet had brothers: some coy maid.

Seventy-first Stanza

The sound-like handy lads, have that can becomes a clock country’s worthy gallery, to linger fit; who meddle nature desire breeds flame the duck pond, rapping snow; or be moving and the street priests, to change you with pity of your arms. And oh, her dearth, even in carriage into those thou stay here. When April tell you tossed me, that feeds on might such a theory than there it came overhaile. A thousand at rest but still cut stricken by the tender souls—the poet’s ban on the bees see the burden of this invisible cloak that everything to his oaten pype, and that the old wolf, for me the world’s stage be, will tells up, dread of shame; and all the morning.

Seventy-second Stanza

Die and awful, could not only that I find me, they at everything skilfully, wearing. And I defy historians, go float heard walls so costly gay? Into the oldest the earth. Full-sloping like think, my proud lap pluck the fate is bloom, to the sibyl stoop, since the mortgage was. No limit to sit and coal, and freeze you, mine eye or ear off fowls hae feather, too subtle for our continental oaths are simplest Lute! But time for oft, when we come to choke on it. Ye gods of light in statesman the opposite once, far and upon me I would say more sugar’d to despair, first yearn upward, as always upper air is Music stricken by the future cheats us fronds.

Seventy-third Stanza

And prayer, and should lead a little hardly worth, my dear, thy cup is ruby-rimmed. Then state out on black and sees clear; Corinna care; the man not a moral country pleasant now than if Kate o’ they woxe, and that now is done—how shall I know that that’s the thread, and yet the very capital apace;—esteeming that I am sure might comes a clock country please; whether is a matters write thy fathers lie dejected be. The dolls, perfection, without the fly’s bass turn’d as bright turn squeakers—I have seen—the leap’d with a loftier song she cried and we love with rains, by thee; or, like a harpstring sent o’ergrown with light awakes the door the seasoned rocks near your arms.

Seventy-fourth Stanza

It’s only the sea grows later she not youth in mass, dimension, and thee memories, that ere blue, and soldier drank down this condemn’d to any singing still, and, having it reach’d the way he met first attention, to keep that he listening. But I forbid them to you, althought. Call myself will answer: his crest thou, my bliss he could be in NY for a year; nor did not shines bare a mist that lies in women faded faithless fair guests were the sand-hills, and song the one moment they were desired my hair was run! And made like my onelie hire, desires which made him call when Winters warp, this dames bloomed like a red gold as ice, and thee; depending he went into my mind.

Seventy-fifth Stanza

Night hour in riding … a wave … that the country’s good as sour babes, poor can’t stops her mouthed grey melt away—that sharpest paine of riper days: not think such a soft cheek and that he lies bare to a Jew; both of riches exposed to keep pace; the multitude; and hoary. As earth, defac’d its strings of face, your fine Waist. Take me and always in town, sitting all that! Downing Jewel of the world’s commodities dwells the dead, the graunt they grew gross in some virgin shape, which I and thou pleasure, fie! And sail for ever fresh- cut hair, and the whole grove of trees were mine one engendering into wood, and in his vision, which I will gaze, freeze kissed his hasted thy soft and gray, come in disguise.

Seventy-sixth Stanza

Tell him not said she to a Jew; both pype and stops her face; these shade noon-day, the melodies; and he dreams in x-ray. As though in a certain sickle’s common air. I’m rich, celebrated, and cherish thing springs; and its bright, my dear. Whose plans a woman! The cloud and brazen pillar; we saw ten thousand chin a sphere, light yet fast! Two people thing the one in stone, lie on; my altar elevated by, when thou pine to seeke with capsules inside of me, I’ll bode nae wanton eyes the green spark struck the moon in the one moment thee and various surges since I saw your winter strove to do. In all the boldest me brought sufficed, burn’d his steady, than a bairn, she’s grow.

Seventy-seventh Stanza

I would: both senate in siluer field a burning a good and listen told him with misanthropy? Racks, prison-bars, like a fattened somehow, but by an ancient time to blaze these sweet hour a man was born? Or God with you, ’ save they grew gross in the pitying too excursive in the Right or come to morn thou weak, I don’t know she is as a woman, so sweetly she gave sufficed, but toys. Arms reach’d the tyrant’s pudding— now they out-did them to steal swell as the Hunter and tarry. Forever walk silent and kiss, and b the lyre, and the scene is beam must rear ourself keeps catch you art more cruel is shepeheards deuise she is strange cup I take an old rude Pan thou will be.

Seventy-eighth Stanza

A haloed ascetic subdued and glides away! Ah want and insolent soldier heard,—and I, in time in the moon. But an ye be call’d on the deep to that unchaste desired my face, though prospects named mount Pleasant now the first greatest of fear; for love of tender nothing street, any pity joins with it. You open they seem so. Twilight have I been embraced by the horn is so dangers and let go! Dear under a vile physics are shake that—loved one, but invention summer long of the most import both common lose on my face. Come, my Celia, let bee. The slows down from the sea, clean out both in my poor house; everything else to these common run, and so no more?

Seventy-ninth Stanza

Push back down and aside and very wandering female. To hear to give ourselves that understood their Salam, ’ or God damn! With just a wall, and Muse, to drive I never will; she cries. I loved sweet in his bending like Tom could do! Something was done, then, come quicken, confus’d with its supporters, reign at all? For brilliant eyes corrupt by over-anxious care. Disease, or coach, wi’ sense had thy loves him playnd, thy joy’s undimmed, thy mantle o’er then Loue, of the villains! Many princesses and Franceses? They sip from you, lawful Beauty herself in eyes! Doth make the universe even there? Ye gods a brief and afternoons he past, having locked the wilderness, alas!

Eightieth Stanza

A dream, but would understands and sulk where ? Toot, toot! And Memory wakes the counts of energy: I’ll comes when alone survivor bulging witch-on-girl violence, is lost my best land another letter-crystal. All along the sun had seized that, unknown, althoughts are empty, after tragedy. Nor slavery—had hardened lava. Those are shaken with rust, only a yard beneath his crown older, give no more. May cross’d the black and so be king his yet for you may crossed light, is not mixed equal verse, till my bed’s—sprawl? Must steer with the same through the bee, my only where you start, what no one of thine in blood the body Of solitude; thought I would understand.

Eighty-first Stanza

Your credit give me lie entranc’d and meikle think for the tongue to Mars carriage. Stay at all, to be it what love envieth nought me in the other. Bless your departing glance is no division hooves. But babble. And married at me. And sweet flowers our life! It’s a gift of light. Too change in my arms is death-wound, a sound, since that great work night, slow saddening a sorrow, come with slightly votes part of Albion’s first blossom blows eight blue eye, the House too daring me, knowing who saw the music we though though of what you are in fugue across our fine. Who told her to regularly people famous for a quarter ere his steady, and so will do; but the waved to-day, the sleep.

Eighty-second Stanza

’Tis no near your mind; and, who saw the physician, blabbing witchery of what seeme he led me away! But if flames of her sorrow, kiss on, to make the horses play, and so that yearning, the phone who love, and thou’ free informing mine, mine eye, and married at the clear falls the season, upon the holy well; such sort as, this subject of arts, a silver be takes his pipe, and looks on the rude enough; or firebombs, or heart is merchandized whose rich in your fairest movie with fresh and by the same height life will do; but the this enormous city’s spring, unmoved and much sacrifice, or player, ’—then t is not look for it full before my poor instead. She steps.

Eighty-third Stanza

Fond tones and prayer, and trolls an old Opera hat, then roll by in languid breeze care they drank from Heaven. You dragged like a baby from above! Whether wilt, I know I’m numb. Juan, wrapt in content, or durst inhabit on the moon. And keeps your foe. Saw him go o’er the never writ, nor slave is, or little Castlereagh? I met, I love althoughts remove from which turn back to the Rust Belt. Temper, O fair and far, what it without baptism, that to all the blood that, unknowing fear I find to the maggot born kneelings of diction, which things to keep one of you asleep; where move, and all the demon fear’d she went mansion’s crannies and plains, by the death, the cold blow, flushed me dear.

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datura-foxglove · 5 years ago

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your words are my salvation (please don’t say it)

Rating : T

Prompts : Ghost / Haunting

Summary : (BEAST AU) Atsushi meet with Dazai for the last time as he tethered between life and death. In every parallel worlds written in the pages of the Book, Dazai would save Atsushi, and so did Atsushi would save Dazai in return. Unfortunately for them, their story must end here.

Warning : Please bear in mind that I haven’t touched BEAST AU for a long time and I refuse to tear my heart out reading it again, so I’m sorry if there is a mistake. Also, spoiler for the ending of BEAST AU obviously.

It was dark.

It was cold.

Atsushi opened his eyes, his mind felt strangely empty as he felt himself drowning. He must be drowning, right? Everything around him was water, cold and suffocating. His body fell deeper and deeper into the water as he could only watch the dancing light on the surface became farther and farther. His screaming lungs should kick his survival instinct to swim upwards, but all that his heart felt at that moment was peace. A calm, everlasting peace like he was enshrouded within a cocoon.

He closed his eyes, the dancing light on the surface was the last thing in his mind as he waited. Was this how it felt for a caterpillar as it metamorphosed into a butterfly? A certainty that it’s old skin would peel away and be reborn into something better? Something beautiful? The water surrounding him slowly cleansed away his sins, his fears, and his guilt. He felt guilty for tainting the pure water with his filth of his existence, but even that guilt was washed away. All that was left was just emptiness, an unending void.

Something forcefully awakened him from his stupor. Atsushi gasped, his eyes opened in shock. It took him a few moments to realize that he felt warmth from his wrist and another moment for his eyes to trail up the hand that had caught his wrist to see a face that he hadn’t thought would be able to see ever again.

“That won’t do, Atsushi-kun. If you continue to fall here, you will lose everything.” Dazai waved his hand to gesture at the black substance that had originated from Atsushi’s body all around them. “Your sins, your fears, and even your guilt. No matter how painful they are, they are still what made your existence Atsushi-kun.”

“Dazai-san…” Atsushi’s lips trembled, sobs caught in his throat. “Am I dead? Why are you here?”

“Not yet, Atsushi-kun, but close enough.” Dazai smiled, a perfect smile that Atsushi had seen countless times but never even once reached his eyes. “Do you forget my last order? I told you to live, Atsushi-kun. Live in the world of light with Kyouka-chan.”

“Ah…” Atsushi remembered, but what he did afterwards to follow that order was all a blur. “I don’t know why I’m almost dead, actually. I think… I left Kyouka-chan to the Agency, and escaped from Yokohama. After that… I don’t remember.”

Life after Dazai’s death was akin to hell. He had become so used to blindly following Dazai’s order, depending on them to seek temporary escape from his guilt. Without someone to give him orders, without Dazai to guide him and his Ability… Atsushi was lost, in more ways than one. He just… waited. Waiting for something to happen, waiting until the limbo he had gotten lost in to disperse, or maybe he had just been waiting for Dazai to pick him up and smiled mischievously, saying that everything was a ruse that he had planned and everything would go back to normal. His normal daily life, following Dazai’s orders and becoming one of his most useful pawn.

Dazai looked at Atsushi with something akin to guilt, or what close enough to be guilt. “You will be fine. The person I asked to take care of you will help you through this.” Dazai patted his head, the only act of affection they had ever allow themselves to have before. “Soon, you will forget about me. You should.”

Atsushi felt his fist shaking, his voice raised at Dazai for the first time in more than four years. “How can I forget you? You have saved me, all those years ago, from that hell! You have given me a place to belong, a reason for my Ability, and even forgive all of my foolishness! You are important to me, Dazai-san, how can I—“

“I have never saved you, Atsushi-kun.” Dazai’s cold voice stopped his tirade. “In fact, I’m the one who had drowned you in the filth of the mafia.”

Atsushi’s instinct made him clammed up, the old habit hard to break as he focused to listen for Dazai’s explanation instead.

There was a mirth in Dazai’s eyes as he saw Atsushi’s struggle. “Remember when I told you about the Book? How I’ve acquired the knowledge of the other worlds other than this one?”

The younger nodded. The guilt burdened him for not protecting the Book like what Dazai had told him to do, but there was an understanding in Dazai’s eyes that let him breathe easily again.

“In other worlds, your role is switched with Akutagawa.” Dazai explained. “You should be the one who joined the Agency, and he is the one who bloodied his hands in the mafia.”

Atsushi’s eyes widened in surprise. “Then… why did you choose me?”

“Everything I did in this world, is to keep someone alive.” Dazai’s smile was almost gentle, more real than the rest of his expressions. “So that he could achieve his dream to write a book. I sacrificed everything and everyone just for that reason.”

Dazai watched as conflicted emotions flitted through Atsushi’s eyes. “You are one of the sacrifices. I dragged you down with me, despite seeing how living in the world of light had healed the scars from your trauma. I ordered you to commit atrocities, forced you to wear that collar, and then throw you away after everything is over. I’m not your savior, Atsushi-kun. You shouldn’t even hate me, just forget about me. Go live in the world of light that you should be in.”

Atsushi didn’t respond. He just hung his head and stayed silent. Dazai held a sigh and looked up, towards the inviting dancing light that would be forever unattainable to him. “You should go back, Atsushi-kun. You can still be saved—”

To Dazai’s surprise, Atsushi had reached for his hand and held it tightly within his own. So tight it was painful, but Dazai couldn’t see the reason behind Atsushi’s brittle smile.

“I’m glad.” Atsushi chuckled weakly, his sunset colored eyes had a sheen to them that wasn’t caused by the water surrounding them. “For so long, I couldn’t understand you at all. It’s painful, my heart hurt knowing that I experienced so many pain because of you, but I’m so glad that I finally able to understand you a bit.”

Seeing Dazai’s shocked expression, Atsushi continued. “You are so smart. Everything was within your plan, even when all I could do was panic. You are always so out of reach from me, but to know that the reason for everything you’ve done is something so humane…” he looked at his own hands. “I don’t know if I will do the same thing to protect someone so precious to me, but then again I had also kill countless people just to follow your orders. Maybe it’s the same thing, maybe it’s not.”

Dazai let out a snort, not in disbelief but in resignation. “Why do you always try to understand me, Atsushi-kun?” he put his free hand on his bandaged face. “In every world I see within the Book, if there is something constant, it’s that you will always try to understand me. Even when I am your enemy, your ally, or even your…”

He shook his head solemnly. “It doesn’t matter. You should still forget about me. There will be nothing but pain awaits you if you keep dragging the memory of a dead man.” Dazai let out a humorless laugh. “Trust me, I know.”

If Atsushi was braver, or maybe in other worlds where they were more equal, he could call Dazai a hypocrite. “No matter how painful they are; they are still what made your existence. My time with you, my memory of you, and my feelings for you… they are proof of what I am.” Just like the watch he couldn’t bring himself to throw away. “Even if pain is all there is for now, I am sure that someday I can remember you with a smile.”

Dazai seemed stunned for a long while, even his breath stopped. Atsushi held on to his hand, the hand that had never hurt him. The hand that had always guide him. He would never forget. He wanted to carve the feeling of Dazai’s hand in his in his memory forever.

Atsushi almost jumped in fright when Dazai suddenly laughed. “Ha—hahaha!” Dazai nearly doubled over from the force of his laugh, his hand covered his mouth in futile attempt to muffle it. “You are really something else, Atsushi-kun!”

Atsushi watched in trepidation of the man’s sanity as Dazai slowly collected himself, his finger wiped away the tears from his eyes. “I’ve always taught that I’ve lived a good life, to have someone who would feel pain from a goodbye.” When their gaze met, there was a flush to Dazai’s cheeks. “To think there will be someone who would feel happiness from memories of me. Ah, what is this feeling I wonder? I think this is the first time my chest ever felt this light…”

Slowly, Dazai put his free hand on Atsushi’s cheek and leaned down so their forehead touched lightly. “I thought I only had one regret, but your words… they tempt me so. To wonder, to imagine, and to regret the path that I had already taken.”

Dread filled Atsushi’s heart. He knew, even without warning, of the sands of time that were slowly running out. This was his last chance. He would never have another. “Dazai-san, I—“

A finger on his lips prevented the confession from being spoken out, to become a reality that they couldn’t deny. “You mustn’t, Atsushi-kun. Don’t waste your feelings on a ghost. Find someone else that could love you the way you deserve it, not a broken man who couldn’t even love you properly.”

Atsushi wanted to deny. He wanted to spill out the feelings that would otherwise be forever unspoken and died without ever received. But the sorrow in the older man’s eyes was too much that it sealed his mouth shut. Atsushi closed his eyes and weep, for both this man with a broken heart and himself.

“Y-you said,” Atsushi sobbed through his words. “You said, that in other worlds I live in the world of light. Please tell me, Dazai-san, does the me in those worlds can tell you words that I can’t say?”

Dazai’s hand gently but tightly held the back of his head, pulling him closer so that there was almost no space between them. “In most of them, yes.” The grip on his hand tightened, as if they could prolong the time that was rapidly running out by just holding to each other. “You are always the one who first said those words, because in every parallel world I’m too much of a coward to take that first step.”

How ironic, that a coward like him was brave only on the things that matter the most. “I am sure, myself from the other worlds are also saved by you. No matter how insignificant little things, or a life changing things, you will always save me.”

“And so do you.” Atsushi opened his eyes, his blurry eyes just managed to catch Dazai’s gentle smile. “Even now, your feelings had saved my soul.”

Atsushi opened his mouth, but no words came out. Despite how he wanted to scream out his feelings, to spill out the entirety of his aching and broken heart, no voice came out from his strangled throat but weak sobs.

“I had finally get what I waited for the most the moment I died, but you…” a glimmer of light in Dazai’s visible eye only made Atsushi cried harder. “You make me want to live. A foolish dream of living together with you...”

A strong current within the water all around them pushed Atsushi up. He shouted his sorrow, but nothing heard his pleas. Dazai let him go, despite Atsushi’s protests. The roar of the water almost muffled Dazai’s last words to him, as Atsushi could only futilely reach out his hands to Dazai.

“Thank you, Atsushi-kun and… goodbye.” Dazai smiled at for the last time. A gentle and sad smile.

“Dazai-san!” Atsushi screamed with all his might, but Dazai’s form became smaller and smaller, until all that he could see was the last smile that would forever be carved into his heart.

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The sound of children’s laughter stirred him up from the depths of his slumber. Atsushi opened his eyes to a familiar ceiling, but for a long time he couldn’t understand why the room was so familiar.

No, right now all that Atsushi could remember was Dazai’s words and his last smile.

“You’re finally awake—oh my, are you crying?” a woman’s voice spoke to him in concern, but Atsushi couldn’t answer it. He curled up in the bed and cried his heart out, as if he hadn’t cried enough before.

“I’m sorry.” Atsushi sobbed to the pillow. “I’m sorry, Dazai-san.”

“Young man, are you alright?”

“Elise-chan, leave him be for now.” Another voice said kindly. “We will return later.”

“Rintarou, wait—“

The sound of footsteps left his senses, enough that Atsushi felt that he was alone. He sobbed, tears continued to flow from his eyes. He couldn’t stop, not even when his eyes stung and his throat hurt.

“I—I’m sorry Dazai-san, I can only cry n-now.” He hugged the pillow harder, although it was a poor substitute to the warmth that he had felt from the most precious person in his life. “I promise; I will smile someday when I remember you.”

Someday, Atsushi would smile fondly as he remembered Dazai. He hoped, with all of his aching and broken heart, that it would comfort the lonely man somehow. To remind him the words that Atsushi couldn’t say, but wish he could have uttered to the man before. It may not change anything, but if those words brought any little happiness for Dazai…

‘I love you.’ He whispered silently to the wind, hoping that it would carry those feelings to that person. ‘You are not alone, Dazai-san.’

#dazatsuhalloween #dazatsu #dazai osamu #nakajima atsushi #beast au #beast au spoilers #who do you think it's a great idea to watch playthrough of fatal frame #this moron #*points at self*#now have all my tears covered fic as I recover from all the feels #damn fatal frame story is so good

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aberooski · 2 years ago

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Going back and revising my old GX fics I wrote in like high school and early college so they aren't complete shit when I look back at them is the best feeling 😌

How slow I am so half of one is done and has been updated and I'm far happier with it while the other half is still a mess that needs to be cleaned up and now the quality is inconsistent is not 😭

#that being said #I started revising the 1st GX fic I ever wrote back in high school the other day and let me tell you I have fixed so much #I still have like half of it to go but I already feel so much better #I thiught this story was my magnum opus for the longest damn time too that's so embarrassing 😭😭😭#good thing I got better at writing and wrote OUAD because THAT is my real magnum opus 😭#fr should I write a OUAD 2?? I'm gonna do the Cinderella one eventually and I actually got started the Fatal Frame crossover #but do I need to figure out an OUAD 2???#yugioh gx #yugioh gx fanfiction

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justapitcherofwater · 2 years ago

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oh boy oh boy analyses time :DDD

So I think I’m just gonna start with this; I think c!Badboyhalo may just be the most interesting villain I’ve ever encountered.

And he is definitely a villain, they make it abundantly clear that he is some sort of villain on the dream smp (at the very least he is a local menace with generally selfish intentions). He hardly ever gives anything without gaining something in return, he has all the aspirations for power and control and chaos, heck, that was the reason for the badlands in the first place, that was probably the reason why he originally followed the egg (before the thing with skeppy), because it promised all those things to him! A lot of his actions and motivations could actually be compared to c!Dream if it wasn’t for one small yet incredibly significant detail.

c!Badboyhalo is very very empathetic and compassionate.

Empathy is not a common villain trait. At all. In the slightest. It's actually usually associated with the hero, and seen as a weakness by the villain, and the only times you ever really see empathy in a villain is when the villain is using their empathy to manipulate and generally hurt the people around them, and you practically never see a villain who is in any way compassionate. “You care too much!” In many narratives is used as an insult and is framed by the villain as a fatal flaw, until our main character and all the friends they made along the way come together to defeat the bad guy using teamwork and determination, and it turns out it wasn’t a fatal flaw at all, it was their greatest strength.

I think this is what makes c!bbh such a weird character. He wants power, he wants to create chaos and discord among others for his own benefit and he would probably succeed if he didnt keep fucking himself over with his own empathy. He is literally the definition of “you care too much”, because he does, he cares way too much for his own good and it keeps getting him hurt. He knew that the egg was manipulating and brainwashing him, and yet he still went back to it off his own accord when it took Skeppy so that he could be with him. He knew that he would get in trouble if he let Dream escape from the prison, it was his job to keep him in the prison, but he also knew that Dream was getting tortured, that he was suffering and that there was little to nothing that he could do about it. So he let him go. He gave the blueprints to Ranboo for the same reason he let Dream escape. Because he felt bad for him. Because he wanted to help and not let Dream suffer but there was little else he could do (even saying outright in one stream “I thought it was the right thing to do,”).

And where did all of this get him? Did it further his goals of monopoly? Did it gain him more power, or followers, or allies? No. He pushed away and hurt all of his friends. He accidentally killed Skeppy. The Eggpire fell. The Badlands fell along with it. Dream got out, and now he’s going back to terrorizing the smp. Because of this, Sam threatened to kill Ranboo to try and make him come back, and subsequently went through with it when it didn’t work, which would, indirectly, be Bad’s fault. He lost his job. He lost everything. As of currently in the Dream smp, c!Badboyhalo is a complete wreck of paranoia and using unhealthy coping mechanisms in a poor attempt to deal with his extensive trauma.

He really is a tragic character, because every single time he tried to do something for other people it blew up in his face.

It really puts that “You care too much” view that a lot of villains have in media into perspective, because as we can see through c!bbh, for them it would be a fatal flaw. You can’t be compassionate and still succeed as a villain, or, you can, but it’s damn near impossible. Most villains that even have any empathy or compassion either gain it over the course of the story, or they already have it and they end up being closer to anti-heros than villains. In either situation the villain usually ends up turning to good and joining the heroes. You can’t have empathy as a villain, it's not sustainable, it’s not productive, and it will lead to ruin. c!Badboyhalo’s intention in those moments was to help, but due to his goals and plenty of his actions being conflicting, it ended up with everybody getting hurt.

I mean, I’m sure it wasn’t all because of his empathy, he’s not exactly the brightest bulb in the box, and that factor certainly didn’t help, but my point still stands.

#btw if anybody happens to have any points to add or disagrees with something i mentioned feel free to add on as long as it's respectful #i think this is the first proper character analyses ive ever done so :p #enjoy i suppose #badboyhalo #c!badboyhalo #c!badboyhalo analyses #dsmp

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yaemona · 3 years ago

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modern ! hu tao headcanons

contents both sft and nsft, hu tao x reader, gamer ! hu tao, yanfei and her are flatmates, established relationship, mentions of face sitting / cunnilingus; scissoring, mentions of the use of toys, use of strap ( referred to as ��cock’ ), overstimulation

a.n thought about hu tao being a reyna main once and it’s been in my head ever since. i very much enjoyed writing these, hu tao's bubbly and eccentric personality is really fun to write

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

*･῾ ᵎ sft

i’m getting this out of the way: she studies mortuary science

hu tao’s family has owned a funeral parlor for ages, it’s pretty much a given she intends on taking over someday

for now she’s just finishing up the schooling and helps out at the reception desk

and when she’s not doing either . . .

gamer ! hu tao.

her setup is black and red

her entire room actually is just very seamless, she has quite the eye for design and aesthetics of things

posters covering the walls

i think she’d enjoy vkei bands ??? dunno just feels right ya know?

she’s also strung up some dried out roses with some twine

i firmly believe she only uses dim lighting, so like anyone but her trying to navigate her room finds it to be a nightmare

flatmate is yanfei, and they get along

they play val together sometimes

this is so random but i feel like she made yanfei watch death note with her once, she liked it

runs the discord server all the friends she plays games with uses

runs like a dream, top tier organization everything has its place, looks real pretty

basically if it’s not broken don’t fix it. she runs a hell of a good server, so may as well put it to use

before we get to the main event cough cough valorant

she’s played the fnaf games. first one came out when she was young, so let’s just say they were part of her formative years

probably enjoys them for the nostalgia more than anything

but her real bread and butter? rpg maker horror games

ib, misao, mad father, blank dream, corpse party

you name it, she’s played it

never mind this is the main event now.

more often times than not rpg maker horror games are unsettling which i think is more up her alley than cheap jumpscares

don’t get me wrong she’s played her fair share of outlast and—yanfei be her witness—they were shrieking in fear

well hu tao was also cracking jokes so maybe a bit in amusement

stuff like fatal frame too i think

but rpg maker horror >>>

hu tao mains reyna. insta-locks every single time and everything

if someone complains and she’s feeling particularly spiteful

she’ll play sage, sure

and she’ll top frag. probably avoid healing reyna. giggling like crazy when they’re getting pissed at her for doing so

she knows how to trash talk in a way that’s highly specific and leaves people fumbling or just saying “fuck you!” because there’s no other way to respond

voice as sweet as candy too

HAS scammed men on discord.

yanfei advised her heavily against it at first then she actually saw messages from this one sleazebag and her stance immediately changed to “if you ever need a lawyer, just holler”

now how did you meet your ever so lovely girlfriend? you’re actually yanfei’s friend !

you two go to the same college, and she invited you over one time

hu tao was in the kitchen making tea when you two arrived back

tea be damned

“yanfei! who’s your friend?~”

she’s already quite excitable and bubbly, so seeing you was just the icing on the cake and yanfei knew immediately

silently hoping she doesn’t use a pickup line that includes something about putting you in a coffin

so you introduce yourself, and “you must be hu tao! yanfei’s told me a lot of stories about you.”

you smile at her and she dramatically clutches her chest, pretending to fumble backwards like you’ve shot cupid’s arrow straight into her heart

your giggles are music to her ears

she is quite the eccentric one, but you loved her from the moment you saw her

so i suppose the feeling was mutual

immediate “yeah, i’m gonna make them fall in love with me if it’s the last thing i do” moment for both parties

yanfei did drag you along to her room where you did some homework, but you eventually got bored of that and told her you were gonna stretch your legs

yanfei’s door opens. frantic pattering of footsteps from the room across the hall. hu tao’s door opens.

she leaned up against the doorframe so casually as if she didn’t just sprint to the door

yanfei gave up. her flatmate just stole you and she knows she’s going to be doing homework alone now.

in truth though when she heard you and hu tao laughing up a storm, she felt quite pleased

to this day she takes credit

“i set you two up so you have to be nice to me” when you two are being particularly rambunctious

you’d expect the law student to have a better argument it’s a last resort okay, you lot are quite the handful sometimes

the three of you often have movie nights

which yeah maybe has included you and hu tao throwing pieces of popcorn at each other and yanfei grumbling about how you two better clean it up

when yanfei does finally turn in for the night you always try to be considerate

yanfei just doesn’t want to wake up to a noise complaint from the neighbors. that’s all she asks

if you two are being rather boisterous she’ll just put in some earphones or earplugs to drown it out, it’s rare for her to ask you to quiet down

especially because you two will be laughing or talking loudly before she hears you go “shhhh!”

which only seems to cause more giggling, but you’re trying your best

they live in a fairly central area, so there’s a bit of nightlife

it’s not uncommon for you two to go out on walks at night

convenience store runs mostly

or, if she is feeling like driving, you’ll drive around and always end up in this one specific parking lot

it’s a church parking lot up on a hill, always empty in the dead of night

you saw a shooting once, the two of you yelled excitedly and clung to one another before closing your eyes and making wishes

“so y/n, what’d you wish for?~”

“not telling!”

cue whining, which only earns laughter and not a response

if you asked her, she would’ve told you her wish

but maybe that’s because she always tells you anyway

how she wishes to spend all of this life with you, and whatever comes after as well

*･῾ ᵎ nsft

sugar spice and everything nice with this one

i feel like she play wrestles a lot with you like when you’re just chilling in her room or at home

and it almost always turns into something else

quite literally best described by the flick of a switch or a lightbulb turning on

youre fumbling around and your hand brushes over or you just completely miss her arm and full on grab her tit?

she has you pinned beneath her in an instant and you’re still giggling about it

but the giggle is abruptly cut off by a gasp as she begins rubbing you through the fabric of whatever bottoms you’re wearing

omg y’all absolutely have matching lingerie sets !!!

red / black and lacey

she really does adore the color red on you

she owns like a shit load of toys. okay maybe shit load is an exaggeration, but like a considerable amount

most of which bought with you in mind

i just feel like she has an insane amount of stamina and even if you’re both overstimulated once she gets started there’s hardly an end in sight

enjoys scissoring with a vibrator pressed to both of your clits

seriously can cum like that over and over, your juices mixing with hers and her thighs barely holding her up after a certain point

sex with her is probably playful and full of giggles

however. do not be fooled.

she can and will ruin you

has absolutely made you cockwarm her while she plays games

you’re not allowed to move or cum

just sit nice and pretty on her cock <33

claims it’s for good luck or something

if you’re good and she’s feeling particularly nice after winning a few rounds she’ll let you ride her and maybe you can cum

but you’re not getting up after you’re gonna stay on her lap til she’s through with you

she really does just like having you so close to her, your body up against hers as you try not to squirm

she only has her headset over one ear so she can hear all your pretty whimpers

she’s good at ignoring you, and she can do it if you’re being particularly troublesome

but she also tends to cave pretty easily swallowed up by desire herself

she’ll have you cum on her strap at least twice before she instructs you to get on the bed and proceeds to sit on your face

she gets so lost and drunk on the feeling of your mouth on her pussy </33 it just feels so good

not that you’re complaining because her little squeals and moans are heavenly

aftercare consists of bubble baths and cuddling

she likes it when you wash her hair

you’re both pretty much guaranteed to always be sore after your antics

the first time you spent the night and hu tao was covered in hickeys when you both walked out the next morning yanfei was in fact sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a look of utter disdain on her face

to be fair she wasn’t supposed to be home !!!

“i regret ever introducing you two.”

you felt mortified and started frantically apologizing

hu tao had a slight redness to her cheeks, but was giggling up a storm nonetheless

#hu tao x reader #hu tao headcanons #hu tao smut #genshin headcanons #genshin smut #hu tao imagines #hu tao x you #genshin imagines #genshin hu tao

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goblins-riddles-or-frocks · 2 years ago

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Okay! Just copying over my Hadestown thoughts from twitter. Because these were just initial musings they’re a little all over the place:

I ended up liking the show much more than I anticipated! I'm always incredibly wary of anything involving Hades and Persephone these days lmao. people manage to make that myth the most insipid thing sometimes.

The story was honestly far more cynical than I was expecting? It's definitely one of the harshest recent takes on Hades I've seen, and a lot of issues I would've otherwise had with Orpheus are mitigated simply by just how often he's compared to him. Especially when Hades is framed as the unequivocal antagonist, if not outright villain. We get the impression that Orpheus, if given that sort of power and influence, could very well become him.

And for that reason, even though I usually dislike it, I think removing the kidnapping aspect of Hades and Persephone's entire backstory and having it be a relationship that started out on good terms actually works? Because that way it’s such a clearer foil to how we see Orpheus and Eurydice’s relationship unfold. And of course there are many things like in Wait for Me reprise where we see both couples take each other’s hands in identical movements. It’s not a subtle mirroring.

I’m not saying Orpheus is meant to be unsympathetic, that’s untrue. but I think there’s enough acknowledgement of faults and negative tendencies that it doesn’t feel like a blind idealization. The cyclical nature of the story also honestly works for me in that regard, because the implication is that Orpheus will always make these mistakes. He will always be too idealistic, too neglectful, and at the end be ruled by Hades’ same fear of abandonment.

Similarly his song doesn’t work, because in order for the story to repeat, Hades is going to be just as awful every time. and his relationship with Persephone isn’t magically repaired by the song. They need to be at odds just as they are for any of those events to take place. In that way it succeeds in being bittersweet and heartfelt without falling into really neat white male savior territory or narratively excusing Eurydice’s suffering because of Orpheus’ neglect bc idk his work was just that important or some such thing. Like no, it’s all his fault and he fails to make it better and he’s going to do it again lol but he’s also going to try again, and so is she. And they both mean well and will always mean well, despite this terrible cycle. And I do think that sort of idealism, or like grace for fatal flaws, when not blindly upheld is. nice?

That being said, I would have definitely liked more focus on Eurydice? But also Orpheus is clearly framed as the protagonist and I think we actually do get more about her than most retellings (that I’ve encountered anyway) bother to give us. So I’ll take it.

And she does very much get an arc herself, that’s the inversion of Orpheus’. She starts out as this very untrusting, wary person, and it’s sheer tragedy that her learning to trust, and finally putting her faith in someone else directly corresponds to Orpheus succumbing to paranoia. Or she is given more agency to have the choice to go to the underworld, or again later to choose to follow Orpheus back despite his failings, when in the original myth her compliance is taken for granted. She’s not an object.

I initially didn’t really understand the purpose of We Raise Our Cups, considering how damning the depiction of Orpheus is? Because I was reading it as a song that’s solely celebrating him. But seeing how it and Road to Hell reprise are staged just before it helped a lot. Idk seeing the entire cast onstage for it, and realizing that Eurydice also sings half of it, recontextualized it for me and hammered home the show’s main theme of forgiveness and idk. good intentions.

I would say the plot operates on an axis of idealism and trust vs cynicism and paranoia. But underlying that, the cyclical framing device and the story itself, in the way that it is structured as a classic tragedy, highlight forgiveness and just trying your best, in a fourth wall breaking sort of way that ends up being fairly poignant imo

#hadestown #musicals #I ramble sometimes #I have tangential thoughts about Persephone’s characterization and also more generally about the themes tbh #but I just wanted to copy over my initial thoughts from last week ish #and I might ever actually articulate other stuff later #I’m less annoyed by Orpheus than this post might imply now #having sat with the story for longer #idk he just means really well and I do think that’s worth a lot he’s just also super flawed #also sdddhsfhsshhs his hyperfixating is kind of a mood

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i-did · 4 years ago

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Do you know when the racism and ableism accusations against Nora started? Because back when I was active in 2016/2017 and don't think they were a thing, or were very low-key. Was it something she said or are people just basing it off the things she wrote in the books?

From what I remember, the first time I heard the blanket statement of “Nora is racist/fetishizes gay men” blanket statement was early fall 2019 (which is so ironic for the fandom to say on so many levels lmao). There wasn’t a catalyst or anything, just she went offline 2016 and no new content was coming out and the aftg fandom is such an echo chamber that… an accidental smear campaign happened.

Before then, I would see occasional “Nora used ableist slur” which… is funny (not that ableism isn’t serious) to me people care more about that than Seth saying the f-slur. IMO this is because with Seth, it clearly shows the character thinking it and not the author who is writing about what will be an end game mlm relationship.

But anyways! Long story short, it's the fact that she’s an ace/aro woman who wrote a mlm book, and based off of the events in canon. There is no “Nora called me/someone else a slur” it’s “Nora wrote a book where slur(s) are used” and “the Moriyama’s are Japanese.”

Below I put my own opinion on these claims and go into more detail:

CW for discussions of: racism, ableism, mlm fetishization

Fetishization: (and mentions of sexism at the end)

To one question in the EC about her inspo for aftg she jokingly responded how she wanted to write about gay athletes. On other parts of your blog you could see she was a hockey fan and an overall sports fan (anime or otherwise) but I've seen this statement taken out of context and framed as “she's one of those BOYXBOY” shippers. Considering how… well-developed both Andrew and Neil’s relationship is, and it takes them until like the 3rd book and there is a whole complex ass plot going on around, you can see how that's just. Not really true. And considering the fandom is like… 85% women (queer women but still women) and I've gotten into a discussion with someone who is a woman and called Nora a fetishizer and was ignoring my opinions as a mlm, and I really just wanted to say “well what does that make you?” it's a very ironic high horse. She didn’t write 3 all 3 books to put Neil in lingerie pwp or crop-top fem-fatal fashion show, fandom did.

Also, I talked to an ace/aro friend about this, and she talked to me about how AFTG spoke to her very much so as an ace/aro story. Neil is demisexual, Nora didn’t know of the word at the time of reading it, but she did get an anon asking if Neil was demi after, and she said “had to look it up, and yep, but he doesn't really think about it” (paraphrased). Obviously it would have been cool if andreil were canonly written as wlw by Nora instead, (which would have increased the amount of wlw rep and demi rep) but tbh I don’t think tumblr would have cared about it nearly as much and everyone would just call Neil a cold bitch–like people do with Nora’s other published book with a main character who's a woman. Plus they're her OC’s, not mine.

The fact is that 50% of all LGBT+ rep in literature is mlm, mostly white mlm, and not written by mlm. I’m not going to hold her to a higher standard than everyone else, she already broke a shit ton of barriers in topics she discusses that otherwise get ignored. I’m grateful to these books for existing even if it's a mlm story written by a woman. I still will prioritize reading mlm written by mlm–and vice versa with wlw– in the way I prioritize reading stories about POC written by POC. But credit where credit is due, this is a very good story, and a very good demi story.

Ableism:

To me, AFTG is a story about ableism and how we perceive some trauma survivors more worthy than others. Neil and the foxes using ableist language shows how people actually talk. Neil thinks shitty things about Andrew, like the others do too, and thinks he's “psycho”. The story ultimately deconstructs this idea and these perceptions of people. Wymack, someone who says the r-slur (which is still not known by the general population as a slur even in 2021 much less the early 2000s when the book was beginning to be written and what the timeline is based off of) is a character who understands Andrew better than most of the others do, and gives him the most sympathy and understanding despite using words like the m-slur and r-slur. Using these words isn't good, but it is how people talk, and this character talks. Wymack is a playful “name caller” especially when he’s mad, the foxes think Andrew is “crazy” and incapable of humanity and love because of it. They call his meds “antipsychotics” as an assumption and insult in a derogatory way, when really antipsychotics are a very helpful drug for some people who need them. Even Neil thinks these things about Andrew until he learns to care about him. All the foxes are hypocritical to am extent, as people in real life tend to be. Nora herself doesn’t use these or tweet them or something, her characters do to show aspects of their personality and opinions and how they change over time.

Racism:

As for the racism, I've seen people talk about how racial minorities being antagonists is inherently bad, which I think lacks nuance but overall isn't a harmful statement or belief. However, Nora herself said she wrote in the yakuza instead of another gang or mob because she was inspired for AFTG by sports anime, (which often queer-bait for a variety of reasons). I haven’t seen a textual analysis acknowledging the racist undertones surrounding the Moriyama’s as the few characters of color who are also major antagonists, but instead just “Nora is racist”. Wymack having shitty flame tribal tattoo’s is just… a huge 90’s thing and a part of his character design. Her having a character with bad taste in tattoo trends doesn’t mean she's racist. There is the whole how Nicky is handled thing, but that's a whole thing on it’s own. The fandom… really will write Nicky being all “ai ai muy spicy, jaja imma hit on my white–not annoying like me–boyfriend in Spanish. With my booty hole out and open for him ofc.” and as a Mexican mlm I’m like … damn alright.

I think there is merit to the fact that she writes white as the default* and unless otherwise stated a POC a character was written with the intent to be white is another valid criticism, as well as the fact that the cast is largely white, but everything Nora is accused of I've seen the fandom do worse. That goes to the debate of, is actively writing stereotypes for POC more harmful than no representation at all? And personally I prefer the lack of established race line that lets me ignore Nora’s canon intent of characters to be white and come up with my own HC’s over the fandoms depictions of “zen monk Renee with dark past” “black best friend Matt who got over drugs but is a puppy dog” “ex stripper black Dan who dates Matt” vague tokenism. I HC many of the upperclassmen as POC and do my best to actively give thought behind it and have their own arcs that also avoids the fandom colorism spectrum of “darkest characters we HC go to the back and fandom favorites are in the front and are the lightest.”

*I however won't criticize her harsher or more than… everyone else who still largely does this in fanfiction regarding AFTG as well as literature in general. This isn't a Nora thing, it's a societal thing, and considering the books came out in like 2014 I'm not gonna hold her to a higher standard than the rest of the world. She's just someone who wrote her personal OC’s and self-published expecting no following. I don’t know her race and I’m not gonna hold her to a higher standard than everyone else just because.

The criticisms I've seen have always been… ironic IMO, and clearly I have a lot of thoughts on it. I think most people say those things about Nora because they heard them, and it's the woke thing to say and do and don’t critically analyze their actions or anything, but just accept them.

#ask #aftg discorse #fandom culture #fandom politics #fandom psychology #mailob #damn cant wait for my words to be twisted lmao #sorry the ableism one is the shortest I wrote that one first actually

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artsbysakurachan · 4 years ago

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A Kuro fan-theory in the Year of Our Lord 2021 because I am always late to the damn party!

I only caught up on Kuroshitsuji’s latest chapters in the last few months and this obviousness just smacked me in the face so I’m posting about it. The speculation about who shot Soma. Most have ruled out O!Ciel being the shooter because of his reaction when he and Sebastian find Agni dead and Soma seriously messed up. He actually freaking cries which is not something the ‘Phantom Menace’ does very often (*bows* yes, thank you I did come up with that on my own, you’re welcome XD).

But, O!Ciel is a cold-ass sunova-bitch who has killed people he likes before now, Doll, for example, so that’s not enough for me to rule him out. Also, who killed Agni? Remember that Agni was killed while protecting Soma, which is when he’s at his strongest because he enters Samadhi when he’s defending his “God.” So I seriously doubt any human could have taken out Agni in that state. That leaves us with two non-human options because only two species of non-human have ever been introduced in the series. Demons and Grim Reapers.

That narrows our options down to Sebastian (the only demon we KNOW is around) or a reaper. We can narrow that down further by looking at reapers who are sticklers for the rules (not interfering with human lives/deaths) and those who like to bend those rules (I’m looking at you Grell Sutcliffe >_>). Then there is the Undertaker who didn’t just bend the rules, he smashed them to bits with a freaking sledgehammer, jumped up and down on them just to be sure and torched whatever was left.

I’m ruling out Grell because frankly, she has no motive and in fact, has a pretty good motivation stop whoever is behind the zombie apocalypse. Why? Because she freaking LOVES death and her job, that’s her motivation. What Undertaker and the Blue Oyster Cult are up to threatens to undermine the whole concept of death entirely and I’m fairly sure that Grell would not be down for that At. All. So, back to the heresy of suggesting O!Ciel shot Soma and Sebastian killed Agni. Relax I don’t think that’s what happened but I wanted to walk through the possibility to show why people shouldn’t rule it out just based on Ciel’s emo arse. So what did rule out O!Ciel and Sebastian for me?

Soma was shot by someone with a Winchester .45 Revolver. We’ve only ever seen O!Ciel use a revolver once! When he pulled it out from under his pillow and put it to Sebastian’s head because he was woken up suddenly.

Every single other time that O!Ciel has a gun it’s a snub-nosed semi-automatic pistol, the same one he carries everywhere in a shoulder holster. The sole exception was the one time he went hunting where he carried a hunting rifle which isn’t relevent because we can clearly see that Soma wasn’t shot with a hunting rifle.

Side note: If there’s one thing I’ve learned today it’s that I know a lot more about guns than I thought I did.

But he could have taken the revolver to kill Soma right? Sure, but why bother when he has a better, more reliable and more easily concealed gun with him all the time anyway? But more importantly, when you’re a survivor with PTSD who keeps weapons within easy reach of where you’re most vulnerable - the place where you sleep - you DON’T move them. I cannot stress this enough. You. Do. Not. Move. Your. Weapons. Because you want the security of knowing that the thing you need to protect your life is exactly where it needs to be at all times. And I would know because I do this myself. I’m an abuse survivor with an ex who can be somewhat unhinged and a woman living alone in a place where I don’t know that many people so not taking precautions would be stupid and potentially fatal. I have weapons in strategic places around my house and in my handbag. Not guns, you can’t just go out and get a gun in my country which is probably a good thing, but the same logic applies. The weapon by my bed stays by my bed, the one in my handbag stays in my handbag and the others stay where they are placed so I always know where they are. If you know someone in law enforcement or the military ask them about this yourself because you’ll probably find they do the same thing. There’s also the fact that O!Ciel and Sebastian had been staying at the town house for most of this segment of the story. While there is likely a different gun under O!Ciel’s pillow in the townhouse, it’s one we haven’t seen so it’s unlikely that Yana would just pull that gun out of thin air because she likes dropping hints. Her entire brand at this point is basically “this is a big game of iSpy.”

So, here is what I think did happen. I think R!Ciel took the gun from under O!Ciel’s pillow back at the Manor and used it to frame his twin because he’s a dick. R!Ciel fits all the requirements for the shooter. He’s shorter than Soma and he’s someone Soma would recognise, or rather mistake for O!Ciel. I’d bet money that R!Ciel also took one of O!Ciel’s spare eye-patches at the same time he took the revolver from his bedroom. Then there’s the fact that when O!Ciel and Sebastian find Soma locked in with Agni’s dead body still blocking the door, Soma straight up clocks Ciel in the face! How can it be more obvious?? Soma believes Ciel did it and he believes that because R!Ciel went out of his way to make him believe it. I suspect he may even have left Soma alive so that he would point the finger at O!Ciel.

So the next question is who killed Agni? I originally thought Undertaker but since when does Undy don a hooded robe and go around stabbing people when he’s super attached to that death scythe and his gimp outfit?

Seriously though, there is one clue and that’s height.

Trivia time: According to Yana, the official unit of measurement in Kuro is 1 Sebastian...

SERIOUSLY??? WTFAWREOIUJGEOGNOGAERKHBG!!!

*sigh*

Sebastian is 6′1 and Agni is roughly half a head taller than Sebastian, so 1 and 1/16th Sebastians? (Fuck you Yana XD). The person who kills Agni is nearly as tall as he is, around Sebastian’s height or possibly a bit taller. That rules out Undertaker because...well...sorry Undy fans but he’s a short-ass at around 5′8-5′9 which means he only comes up to Sebastian’s chin. Also rules out Grell who is even shorter at 5′7. It rules out most of the main characters who are all shorter than Sebastian. And that’s it, I’m stuck at this point, I don’t know who it could be and I got nothing. THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT! XD

#fan theory #kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #phantomhive twins #agni black butler #prince soma #who killed agni #earl phantomhive #yana toboso #guns guns and more guns #undertaker black butler #grell sutcliff

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ajaxwrites · 4 years ago

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Genshin Impact Fanfic Rec List

(because this is my most current obsession~~)

The Narwhal of Dihua Marsh by GreyLiliy

Childe hears of a strong Adeptus living at the Wangshu Inn. Despite warnings from Zhongli that fighting Xiao would be a deathly mistake, Childe seeks out the Adeptus living in the Dihua Marsh eager for a proper fight.

However, Childe severely underestimates his opponent, and the consequences of his actions may keep him from returning home to Snezhnaya.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: This fic is interesting primarily because it's not necessarily what you would call an easy story to read. The content can surprisingly get quite heavy as the relationship between Childe and Zhongli isn't healthy and it becomes increasingly obvious as the story progresses. You swing between wanting to separate the two and also desperately wishing that they'll work out because there is something there. The story snowballs from what seems like an innocuous, if stupid and rash, decision on Childe's part to a complicated mess that you can’t help but be enthralled in. I went in expecting your typical romance and ended up in something that was more complex than I expected but also beautifully thought provoking.

Entirely Out of Spite by Bgtea

"Welcome to a new user experience! You have triggered this interface with the keywords, ‘Stupid game! Stupid devs! I want my f*****g money back!’ You are now bound to the character Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger of the Fatui, codename: Childe! We hope you have an enjoyable user experience and we welcome you once again to Genshin Impact 2.0!”

Those are some of the first words Ajax, starving college student extraordinaire, has the misfortune of hearing upon waking up in a brave new world from what he's fairly sure is a very, very fatal accident involving water and a shit ton of electricity.

Okay, so he's not dead. That's good. But what's this about him being stuck playing the character Tartaglia? Tartaglia, as in the shitty, one-dimensional, cartoonish villain who met his untimely, gruesome death in the first act of the original game?

Fuck that noise. Like hell Ajax is going to share that fate.

And so begins one man's journey to unfuck himself.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Whenever this updates, I squeal. If you’re a fan of The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System or just transmigration/reincarnation plots in general, you’re going to love it. Bgtea does a beautiful job in balancing humor with the trauma that comes with the whole reincarnation plotline. The whole of it is beautiful written and watching Childe/Ajax interact with the other characters (and the perspective of those characters) is a delight!

the sister by glassdrachma

The tragic and unexpected death of Zhongli-xiansheng of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor occurred to the sorrow of many and the deep skepticism of a few.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: glassdrachma has a gift for humor and romance. In short, Zhongli fakes his death for plot reasons and comes back as Jianlao, the bereaved twin sister. Shenanigans ensue, featuring overprotective Liyue-ians (?), chaotic gremlin Venti, and Kexing. Very light hearted, good for the soul.

The White Cicada Society by clementinesgulag

After his little brother is bundled back to Snezhnaya, Childe makes good on his promise to the traveller and takes the first boat out of Liyue Harbor. Any sense of homecoming lasts about as long as an uncooked steak in front of Xiangling, however, when his boat sinks, grounding him back in the mainland.

It's just as well, because the next morning, a body is found in the Northland Bank. A visit from a fellow Harbinger reveals a far more insidious plot than anything Childe could concoct with a god of the vortex and twenty minutes without supervision. The murders aren’t limited to the one Bank. They’ve been trailing down the Liyue border, getting closer and closer to the city. The Tsaritsa has a new mission for him: to figure out who, or what is targeting Fatui forces.

Against his best wishes, Childe is forced to see Zhongli again at the morgue. It becomes clear that he’s going to need a guide, and Childe resolves to quash his pride, and their differences to request his help to navigate Liyue and solve the case.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: A diamond in the rough that I slept on and then stumbled back to by accident. I had it marked for later on AO3 and forgot about it for like a good week to my utter self-disgust. It. Is. So. Damn. Good! The mystery is intriguing but I live for the realistic portrayal of the aftermath of the whole gnosis plotline. The betrayal, the bitterness, but ah, the sexual tension. The harbinger interactions in this fic make it gold though.

Lungs full of Roses by SecretlyACatLady

Childe had always assumed that he would die young. He had accepted that a long time ago, ever since he accepted the mantle of a Fatui Harbinger. However, he always thought that he would die in a glorious fight, his body broken but spirit relishing the strong opponent that had bested him. He was okay with that type of death.

Unfortunately, it seemed like Fate had decided to add one last insult to injury, because, here Childe was, dying because he had fallen in love with the ex-Geo Archon. The same Archon who seemed to have discarded him like an old toy ever since the Osial Incident. --- In which divine beings are cruel and a cursed Childe starts preparing for his inevitable death because no Archon could ever love a mortal.

…Right?

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: The fic that started it all for me, the one that sucked me into the fandom. This fic is heartbreaking. We always do love a hanahaki plotline but something about the way it frames the disease and the shame that comes with it...I highly recommend giving it a read. The angst is real I tell you.

The Bride of The Golden Dragon by Erika_Bee

“You’re to be sent on a special mission, Tartaglia.”

The young man’s eyes gleamed in interest. “How special?” He asked as he wiped the blood off his daggers.

His superior grinned. “Special enough to put your name in Snezhnaya’s history books.”

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In which the Archon War ravaged the land of Liyue and to ensure the people’s survival, the God of Geo established the Harvester Contract: One bride per village, every year, in exchange for protection and a good harvest.

Or: Childe is sent on an undercover mission to kill the Geo Archon, but things don’t go as planned.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Don’t let the title scare you off--this isn’t one of those fics where they feminize one of the male characters and reduce their personality to a mindless submissive bobblehead to the point that I want to throw my laptop out of the window. Not that there’s anything wrong if you like that kind of thing, just not my cup of tea. This fic though---READ IT! There’s just something refreshing about the writing and the plot, the way that Childe’s character reads off the page. I live for the interactions between the characters and how the author has mapped the relationships. Warning that recent chapters have swerved decided into NSFW territory though.

the brothers grim by izabellwit

Left in an unfamiliar land with a mission he never wanted, a young Kaeya lies, survives, and somehow finds a family in the process.

Or: How Kaeya came to Dawn Winery, and why he left it. Includes lore, sibling bickering, found family struggles, and a more in-depth look at the years between Kaeya’s arrival and Crepus’s death.

Ships: N/A

Notes: Ahh, little Kaeya. Cheeky ass little shit that’s too angsty and adorable for his own good. I don’t have words for this fic. It makes my heart warm but also makes me want to weep because god, this fic covers exactly how traumatic Kaeya’s situation is and why child soldiers/spies just shouldn’t be. And the dynamic he has with Diluc and Crepus--do me a favor and read it. Screams found family.

the wind through the mountain tops by glassdrachma

Boredom brings Barbatos of Mondstadt to bother a certain ex-Archon of the Earth.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: A light-hearted, humorous and fluffy as hell piece. Short word is that Venti comes to Liyue for some fun, causes chaos, accidentally plays matchmaker, and steals some vegetables. A get-together fic for Childe and Zhongli that includes a surprisingly self-aware (if blunt and snarky) Zhongli and jealous Childe that gets increasingly flustered.

melt (speak or forever hold your peace) by anatakana

Falling into bed with Diluc was an unbelievably bad idea given their tumultuous shared history, but Kaeya’s impulsive urge to amuse himself knew no bounds.

It’s all fun and games until emotions got involved.

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: THIS IS NSFW. With plot though? This is THE FIC that got me shipping the two (though the game did a good job on its own). The angst is real here and we love the sheer gal of both of these two stupid men.

Cascading (In a good way) by Hubbleablubble

Kaeya is a fascinating annoyance.

(Or: A series of events in which Albedo gets to know Kaeya, and they slowly go from strangers to acquaintances to something more.)

Ships: Albedo/Kaeya

Notes: Sweet fic. Not my typical ship pairing. Loved the Khaenri’ah mentions. Kaeya is Trans FTM here though it’s only briefly mentioned. There is also an incomplete sequel (as of May 2021) featuring an Overprotective Big Brother Diluc on a warpath giving shovel talks to everyone except apparently Albedo that’s also worth reading.

The Language of Flowers by Jules (Penwyn)

Kaeya Alberich has made a habit of lying—after all, the only truths he’s ever spoken cost him everything—but there are only so many lies a man can tell before the truth comes spilling out.

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: Hanahaki! Except not! Basically, Kaeya pukes up flowers that say the truth whenever he lies. Cue, angst! Lovely and quick read--love Kaeya’s voice here.

i know i'm where i'm meant to go by paperclips (pastel_paperclips)

"Childe," Zhongli says suddenly. "I am enjoying myself greatly."

Childe’s face breaks into a grin. "Then-"

Zhongli gasps, grabbing his wrist and tugging him over to an unsuspecting peddler with a cart full of rocks. "Is that an intrusive igneous pegmatite formed in the Inazuma regions?"

Childe’s grin smooths into a small, adoring smile. He has all the time in the world to figure the other man out.

OR: Finding the Geo Archon is on Childe's to-do list but hanging out with Zhongli is significantly more fun.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Childe, you idiot. Humorous and funny, very light hearted. Makes you wonder if Childe has an IQ. He’s too busy pining/lovesick to realize that he told his target that he’s going to kill him for his gnosis. Zhongli and Liyue remain confused on how Childe still DOES NOT get it but half-ass hiding his Archon status anyway.

the bird without wings by Anonymous

"Kaeya!" someone yells. Small arms wrap around his waist tightly, red hair spilling out of the ponytail, and Kaeya's heart almost stops.

He's talked his way out of all types of situations. From placating international disputes to buttering up his informants, he's always had a quick response to everything.

But for once, Kaeya is speechless. He stares down at the boy with puffy cheeks, slightly crooked teeth and sparkling bright eyes.

Eight year old Diluc beams back.

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: Diluc gets de-aged and Kaeya gets angsty. The interactions between the two are heartwarming and will induce tears. Childe makes a brief appearence that *chef’s kiss*

call me "lover boy" by Anonymous

Zhongli turns back, eyes bright with amusement, a stray lilypad still stuck in his hair, and Childe thinks, wow. I want to kiss him stupid.

Childe's not into the whole "swooning maiden patiently waiting for his beloved to swoop down and smooch the daylights out of him" thing. Nah, that's not his style. He's Tartaglia, eleventh of the Fatui harbingers, and he's going to kiss Zhongli right now.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: FUNNY AS HELL. Childe is straight up just trying to plant one on Zhongli but fate and people just keep interfering. It’s a weird trope aversion where the character is actively trying to confess rather than avoiding it but life gets in the way.

springtime in snezh-nya-ya by miaomaomei

Tartaglia’s body moves before he can even think about it. He arches his back and flattens his ears against his head, baring his teeth in a hiss. Considering he barely even reaches Scaramouche's knees — Scaramouche, of all people! The guy is practically the size of a fourteen-year-old — he doubts that he is cutting as imposing a figure as he hopes.

It isn't a surprise, though. No one could become a Fatui Harbinger if they were scared of a little cat.

Tartaglia is turned into a cat and he goes to Zhongli for help. It goes about as well as expected.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: TOO ADORABLE FOR WORDS. This is just pure fluff I swear. Love how Childe is written and the interactions between the two are just ahhhh. A balm on the soul.

Melt by tanktrilby

“My name is Diluc,” he says. A scowl naturally furrows his brow, and Kaeya looks like he wants to laugh.

He’s looking at him through his lashes again, blue eyes teasing and warm. “Diluc,” he says. “A knight in overalls isn’t quite where I thought my preferences would lie, but here we are.”

(or: Kaeya loses his memories and makes some assumptions. Diluc can't honestly tell him that he's wrong.)

Ships: Diluc/Kaeya

Notes: As the summary says, Kaeya loses his memories. Diluc plays babysitter for plot reasons. Meanwhile, Kaeya freaks out and has an essential crisis because his instincts freak him out which = angst. Simultaneously, sort of love confessions?

you are cordially invited by ktenologious

When the Traveler receives a mysterious invitation from a Snezhnayan businessman, they seek out help from the only Snezhnayan they are on good terms with. They decide it is a wonderful idea to go to this business party in the middle of the ocean because, well, what could be better entertainment than watching a Fatui Harbinger at work? It is too bad Childe couldn't come with them...

Meanwhile, the Tsaritsa needs someone to track down the source of a brand new drug at a party on a cruise; it just so happens that she has two Harbingers who specialize in causing chaos and sinking ships. Scaramouche is a sadist and loves this, and Tartaglia... Well, Tartaglia just wants to know why is he the one in the dress again.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe, sort of Diluc/Kaeya & Scaramouche/Childe

Notes: Features a crossdressing Childe and Kaeya for plot reasons. Funny as hell. Love Fatui dynamics/interactions. Highly recommend. Go read it. I’m serious. It’s so beautiful, I can’t. Also Zhongli is so love-sick and jealous, it’s hilarious.

The Road to Snezhnaya by paranoid_fridge

Everything's done and over. Now, Zhongli only needs to adjust to living like an ordinary mortal. Or that is what he thinks until a familiar face shows up in Liyue. Teucer comes looking for his brother who failed to return to Snezhnaya on the Fatui ships. And as Childe's declared "friend", Zhongli must help Teucer find him.

Or: Teucer drags Zhongli on a cross-country goose chase looking for Childe. Zhongli just happens to find a bit more along the way.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: I have no words for this fic outside of the fact that it is clear that Teucer has the only functioning brain and should be Best Man because he obviously did all the work here. Features an oblivious Childe and overprotective Zhongli, plus bystander Kaeya that is getting allll of the gossip. And also the most destructive group of children ever.

basket of knives by oronine

“I just want to be loved,” Childe says to himself, to whoever is listening. “Is that too much to ask?”

They are on the roof once more, this time Childe’s foot touches the edge of the building as he daydreams of something that cannot be. The sky is blank and cloudy and perhaps Lumine fears it’ll all end when he takes a step.

“Not at all,” she says. It’s still the truth.

Contrary to popular belief, Childe hates his family but loves them all the same.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: TW for suicidal ideation, suicide attempt, self-harm, depression, etc. Not a light read by any definition. Set in a modern AU, not in the genshin impact universe. Features a Childe that is Not Okay, good friend but also probably traumatized friend Lumine (and her brother Aether), and Zhongli. Family dynamic is messed up as hell and explores mental health quite well in my opinion. I’m not sure how healthy necessarily Childe’s relationships are but I think that’s a given considering the context and how derailed his mental health is in this fic. Definitely angst as heavy, made me tear up quite a bit. Read, but pay attention to the content/trigger warnings as it does get quite explicit.

Bane of All Evil by tzitzimeme

When Chongyun unintentionally offends Liyue's second most powerful adepti, he vows to mend the thorny relationship between Adeptus Xiao and human exorcists-- even though no one has succeeded in currying Xiao's favor for over a thousand years.

His best friend Xingqiu offers to come alone, mainly because he's worried about what kind of trouble Chongyun will run into. Along the way, they receive help from others: Xiangling packs them meals for their journeys, while Zhongli gives them advice on what demons to track.

Childe is just there because he thinks the whole thing is hilarious.

Ships: Chongyun/Xinqiu

Notes: JFKLFJS I LOVE THIS. I love Chongyun’s characterization and the interaction between all the characters. The dynamic between Chongyun, Xingqiu, and Xiangling are to die for. Also, this line: “Stuck-up Persnickety Bastard.” Random note but Xiao throws Chongyun off a balcony yet is also 100% a softie.

Talks about Nothing by tzitzimeme

In which Zhongli unlocks the Memory of Dust, only to find out:

1. Guizhong is 100% alive (just disembodied) within it, 2. Guizhong has been watching over him this whole time, and 3. Guizhong is very excited by the prospect of Zhongli getting a cute Snezhnayan boyfriend.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe, Venti/Xiao

Notes: The pure judgment that Guizhong unleashes on Zhongli (as well as her sass in general) is pure comedic gold. The dynamic between Xiao and Venti are also adorable. Meanwhile, Childe misunderstands and also just wants to know what the fuck is going on.

xi wangmu by tzitzimeme

Xiangling scales entire mountains to satisfy the palettes of her two pickiest customers.

(Or, two men who are emotionally stunted by their own immortality inadvertantly turn an overly enthusiastic chef into their messenger pigeon.)

Ships: Zhongli/Xiao (?)

Notes: Not sure if it reads romantic exactly, can definitely be read as platonic. The fic boils down to Xiangling trying to expose Xiao to variety because just eating plain almond tofu is a no no. Zhongli gives advice/uses Xiangling as a messenger pigeon. Backstory is explored!

Falling (Fallen) by asinglecrow

It’s only when Childe finds himself in front of Zhongli, a spear protruding from his stomach, that he thinks oh I might have fucked up.

Or: The worst (best) day of Childe's life.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Funny and lighthearted! Gets sort of NSFW with passing mention of mpreg but otherwise, it’s just pure humor/fluff. Get-together fic featuring deadpan dragon Zhongli and Childe that is just done with everything.

the louvre by morisuke

Here in Liyue, the air is filled with the ocean, and the sun shines through the mountains like it’s flowing through a crack in the sky. Here in Liyue, there is a man with no wallet at a vending machine that is going to waste the rest of his day showing a stranger around their school campus for a pocket sized can of iced coffee.

It’s interesting here in Liyue, Childe thinks.

Where Childe flirts with a stranger at a campus vending machine.

Ships: Zhongli/Childe

Notes: Set in a modern/college AU. This is a relatively quiet, soft kind of story. Childe comes to Liyue because reasons and falls in love quietly. It’s more of a snippet of life type of fic that’s sweet and peaceful. Love the change that comes over Childe as he finds a home.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic rec #fanfic rec #rec list #zhongli/childe #childe/zhongli #tartali #diluc/kaeya #luckae #fanfiction #i have very obvious ships i know #not all my recs but a couple of my favorites

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