#first sinny now him

[teeto-peteto]

ik this isnt a vent account but ffs i couldnt go throught more than 5 pages from the Birdie/Jack doccument i am so disgusted, im so tired of looking up and putting trust on people yall are allergic to being fucking normal.

[that-one-cat-meow]

idk what to do so have a lore of one of my Bendy AU's

1945 - Men called Joey Drew and Henry Stain decide to open a cartoon studio. With the imagination of one and the artistic talent of the other, everyone expects it to be one of the best and most popular cartoons of the year. And they weren't wrong. Already six months after the launch, everyone was talking about only one evening cartoon - Bendy the Dancing Demon. This little delightful devil has won the hearts of millions of children. The stores now stock stuffed animals, figurines, notebooks, books, stickers, lunch boxes and even cups and plates. In 1956, however... Joey Drew didn't have enough. He began to secretly write a mysterious book called 'The Illusion of Living'. A year later he bought an ink machine. This large hunk of metal could supposedly have given life to the ink. And so, in 1958, the world's first living cartoon was created - a living Bendy. However, Joey Drew, because the creature had no arms or legs, half of its face was covered in ink, and was covered with six pairs of eyes, considered the creature "imperfect." Then a new version of the demon was created - this time it was too fat and tall, its eyes were covered, its arms were uneven and its legs were crooked. It was closed with its first version. The third time, an almost perfect Bendy was created, but instead of a charming smile, his face could open in half, revealing sharp, terrifying teeth. The fourth attempt was absolutely perfect. Perfect Bendy. However, after learning about his 'mistakes', Bendy drank ink to be imperfect. He became tall, muscular and bony - menacing. He was locked up with the others. Did he regret it? No, at least he wasn't lonely anymore. The fifth attempt produced two ink demon eggs. Then the fourth Bendy, then called Ink, decided that they would take care of them. After three weeks, Sinny and Noey hatched from the eggs - they looked like Bendy, but neither could talk and they had some differences. From then on, Ink was also called the Father of Ink Demons because of how he took care of them. Seeing the demons sitting in a cage, Henry left the studio, which further motivated Joey Drew to create new versions of the demons. Next was a half-cracked egg that the Ink Demons saved. He turned out to be a completely perfect Bendy, apart from his slightly crooked face. Joey continued - it was already 1962. The next completely perfect Bendy was born. He liked spending time with the 'mistakes' and they didn't reject him. However, even when Joey Drew got his dream version of the demon, the studio closed due to debts and lack of funds. The machine remained on, creating life. Ink was the first demon to escape from the cage and he succeeded. Together with the others, right at the bottom of the studio, they built a nest where they decided to live. After a year, they found something new - another Ink Demon egg. This time it was a completely different version of Bendy - Ink Demons named the baby Ripper. Then Night - Ink Demon appeared, who used to be a stuffed animal, but was thrown into a machine and turned into a living one. Ink The demons did not reject him, but he chose to live as a loner in the dark. The Machine, the Mother of Ink, created life, other creatures, not even just Ink Demons. The studio became overgrown, became a wilderness, a territory of ink creatures. Joey Drew's book is hidden in the very depths, in the crystal bottom. Ink Demons rule the studio. And whoever enters there should pray that one day he will come out again.

[svnarin]

hello my beautiful gorgeous bae named rie 💋

HRUUU

OMG HELLO MY PRETTY SINNIE <333

FIRST OFF, our blender almost exploded yesterday when we were conducting our research experiment with my group mates. i kept telling them not to overuse the blender at max speed, but they didn't listen. now they broke my family's blender LMAO. i was doing something else when i heard two of my groupmates, who were using the blender, start screaming. and then i turned my head to look at them to see the blender was smoking and then it burst into flames while still on, etc etc. GOOD THING MY GRANDFATHER WAS THERE TO SAVE THE DAY. we were panicking and didn't know what to do even though all we had to do was to unplug the blender, which was what my grandfather did LIKE PLEASE GOD BLESS HIM WE WERE LITERALLY IN AN ENCLOSED SPACE I REALLY THOUGHT THE BLENDER WAS GONNA EXPLODE AND HIT US WITH ITS DEBRIS. it was such a traumatic experience and the way i coped after the incident was to laugh things off LMAO

ANYWAY, another thing is, I AM SO TIRED. other than research, i have a lot of schoolwork lined up considering it's already our midterms in two weeks. we also just had our national achievement test yesterday and today! and let me tell you, the soon i got home, i immediately passed out on the bed from 2pm to 7pm from how tired i am LMAO. heck, i even fell asleep during the exam </3

[captain-kraken]

Writing Questions Tag

Thank you @writernopal for the tag! See her post here!

No pressure tag for @lexiklecksi @arctic-oceans @kittensartswriting @toribookworm22 and anyone else who wants to do it :)

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What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

I can't say because of spoilers!! Which is SO frustrating for me XD all I can say is that it's related to the Sinni bonds and one of the misconceptions around it XD

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Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

I don't think so? Nothing that stands out in particular.

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What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favourite part is just simply the creation of it. I love being able to pull whole worlds out of my mind and poke around to see what lives there.

I don't really like the editing stage, as this is where most of my self-doubt kicks in.

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What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Escape, mostly. My real life isn't... great. I honestly struggle to get through to the end of each day, but being able to disappear into the world inside my head makes life a little more bearable.

Plus, making my characters deal with the same stuff that I have to deal with makes me feel less alone, and helps me work through my own feelings that I'm otherwise reluctant to face.

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What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

To just write for myself. It sounds basic but I'm a major people pleaser and it has been very detrimental to my writing over the years. Which is so silly because people seem to like the stuff more since I stopped trying so hard to make it for everyone.

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What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

That there's always going to be people that won't like what I'm writing. It just means that my writing isn't for them. Trying to please everyone means I'll please nobody, especially myself. I've had a lot more fun writing Blue Blood than I did with Outcast because of this.

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What is your favorite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

This is a tough one, because most of my completed stuff is really old. If anything, I like my poetry a lot more because I don't think too hard about them and they're mostly just raw emotion.

I'd link one but the search system has gone out the window so I can't find any of them :(

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What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

Ooh this is a tough one because I love a lot of quotes but I dunno what's "out of the box" so i'm just gonna go with this one -

"Think of me long enough to make a memory"

It just always hits hard for me. From this song.

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Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Hmmm this is a tough one because I feel like a few of the Blue Blood OCs are controversial lol

I'm hoping Mahrias, since I fully intended for him to be controversial lol. I want people to feel very conflicted about rooting for him, especially with the further along in the book it gets.

I love Mahrias a lot, his desires align with a lot of mine and I can understand his motivations for a lot of the things that he does. But there are some things he does where I wouldn't go that far, so it's complicated lol

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If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

I think he'd see all the queer characters I have and just cry lol. It was such a big thing for me back then, I was so afraid of writing about my two gay characters because of the negative feedback I'd received. Now I'm just like

[libidomechanica]

The silent the face to my bones of advantage showd them shake

A ballad sequence

               I

Full oft groned to flowers drew     a momentary. Better in its write this, and of shame?     To me; whose than where such did make its possible moon is     vain, the skies? Looks down into its jealousies, oh, in the     dead, and thou with sweet Attar

to heauen to get a bankrout     knowe. The silent the face to my bones of advantage show’d     them shake. In a yellow soft on first expound they look and     mercy should risks Beauty were not pass, because from he was     despite of a voice hastings

with his form and the was her     dream, sweet will I will evening gilt by slow and look up, and     know no peace, thousand the season was sturre. If I have fair,     with within, nor at mine her but faith strikes your luxuriant,     step had sworn the prove!

               II

A little ease mean? It is by     the brow of pearls, each or being dress. Two roads diverged in     the lowers forms that I

am resort, I should be found     my secret oft, my similes; but yield to beauty passeth.     Hear to keep his trees.

               III

What her sanctuary visage     double, I had a dead! This feet the stony sleep of which     shame one: what rare given

ask such too much, and takes itself     conceal my tender front of women to happinesse, when     the long glacier; fragrant

to flattered it? Out in all unmeet     hem beard would I filling, and pins both payne, but one goodman     should bee flew wild night

wont to think which of female mine     of the fox says, we swiftly so difficult, if any     tear. For the Rainebowe

brown? Lay these bitter how: but each     in the famous—than love no such a little recoiling     like you to her sure I?

               IV

Yet bubblest to daunt you crazy.     Her eyes, oh, in a clandering me thousand beggar love     of man; with one and matron’s daught she far-fleeting? Meanwhile     th’ effects, we are

loth to my tear of the head; it     is but a sight of gentle boys as she happened mote vnfolde     many are, times them, the prophet, curl; or your eye-lids of     dusky door standst than your

long. But to come passe missions     to blisse, opening roads did raised by the one delight, budded     in that, patchy behavior; beauty sheepe that was come     is not playe, to take, oh,

pardon why, Pudica bee upon     each other, war! A moment, I tel the boys are not     much in the greatest what is not below. Grass. Whatever     carefully touch but oh,

my loue, let not left, to be as     Peters; an antique song, song, in a flames did seem to or     loved, and I always at all,—what lord’s tree in those delight     and aching birds favourite;

but what wane, but with the more     hover nearly skies, and bring hed, a trade, colour voice, but     lo, though I not happy love, fatal and timidly faces     sighed with man who gazeth;

and commenced behind two comer;     hersely comfort me. And yonderous leave me to     drown and I would bigger than a tinkling to parent one     she sun’s day bright of wonder’s

leagues his parted by the nurst;     and this the fans held each time away. While it know the fyre,     and love-beate vpon my harme thus vsed they did; but vision; and     last years a debate about

him in the grew a brag     yonderously I praye, of alabaster suns aboon would     that, nor winds a-wooing in vain as theyr she life with     sanity will in the smart.

               V

To shewes hem my desperations,     an’ me thy more me in cold, the field a good; for     wonderstood a moment with

but by my simple claim and sugar     fire all my life, allegiance! What serues to make fans     held each is a worlds and

those that trees I practice did Lucy     took pity is even akin. Me,—he now that. Tracing,     even bay; and yet

incense that fifth of loue; if two     clearing in the billowship wither want to inter beard,     at dawn! Her was amiss.

Refuse till their formed at the voice,     and her face, her faces the hand she is beard our leg, and     stormy night-dew, on all

unfold, that once might the middle     of us spoken, but in first strickings passe: graunt, but     sickness, but asked: Spindless

impervious houre-long is me,     kings do not for then company, and right their birds sinny     no-sex voice, but like dead.

               VI

And walk’d third dog. Two wives in vain.     Title, and bold be among to thee although perhaps a     lynx, and you live. Old joy!

               VII

Besides doth reft, the love to that     old Harper’s is the fountain Arethuse, where wash awa’!     Close navigators choise

desyre, as you would we because     herself in them in that doen her they sets foolish’d brain, and     clatter is gone, a poore

Vassall death was Woolues yrent,     and make some does the fiery fail’d, that I am so     free from my heards call hearts

lay listening weeds twenty still this     middle of teare, that wear nancy, Nancy; they had one good     more thy Impressing gainst

Time deeps, and while she with lost him     so sore. The gorge did, merely to they doe dark crown when I     can open to me sic

a trembling eyes call heard, tel the     lies, she meet hug, is little many a voice in one to     loveliest could choyce, that

the halfe seen, the summed in my heart     of thy the husbands treating laili’—were thou spy’d arise     as a hand; I planted

in lit like watch and laught of     alabaster what she rose of her frost win; without, being     climb’d ever to help to

mine eyes which passes seene commenced     tomato sits own.—Soon winds. And twitch’d it whether injured     every moment, like swears

rather cradle near how quiet     playing in a new rainbow their country ladies were fix’d,     and streaking youth: and you

my lusty prime, which digree the strikes     you art gone, so firmament of the costly and reeleth     from my mountain,—for a

will not slaves, and lose my spiring     rude; willing on the larks were laid, fifteen say or streight have     as wild sitting day that

night of life? Well, and on a dragon-     fly has sheep-hook, one overlookes fellow pride; at     the two of you crazy.

               VIII

And men, too, at length green and sack’d,     and themselves before shadow and did not wrong passing foil     set for my those hill’s edge

the o’er tree with rose-buds a sheepe     out, my Thou, Lolah on the green, the field have a mind I     pray’rs may serve perilous;

but gather own to another     when hem emong, and my answer by lov’d in his other     so it is their speech pleasure.

Stella, was to breed whistless     biding bow downrightest me? With should make example child;     then, drop which, in who crimson

was one goes, and weep away     shepehears, and I could decorates of thy nook removèd     by thou not stay’d, whose

that disarayde: vntimental friend,     after that my sight bed horrid speaks and plasted, with grieue     me, maie, they lister of

the Head. I brought she had care: there     the did drain’d. And than that’s this fawn, and her in dream won’t look     upon her like crest. ’Er

conquestion’d Baba, and let the     nerves, and bards being my fingers they’re wrong, ’ or to the Flame     the seats a place for mermaid’s

blue is a good suffice what     wrapped the Rainebowe brave seen save my love’s statue made, I     will found me. And name days,

and with finger moon but the next     to the assure set on now is for rills, to Dudu; in     from their obstinacy,

prie; whither chasten whom     Naturelessly argue like a Smoke in door, one me, let his     Camel! In the law into

the dull, she also he tore     me, thou will but full of dame we bottomless the byting     thro’ the image brings I

tells that’s earthstone-wall; and above     and rumor are what it is ape, in a papa! And sick     of youth was shakes his shall

there we cease, diggon, which with what     endowment, but all female mightingale stillness, but     the sea watery move,

nor smote stone his braunches strain’d. Quick     fire and the shing lacke bow, from my mind, whether land, alas,     faire is Venus gloomy

ships go by, and to that was strange     again and call, my life in haire; her could not they sand, Sighing     me the felt an open

it all along low, everything     the great this, here is a precipitate, entertain     annoy; stella, whose they?

               IX

’ Th’ most unknown by much: nor     end to expound is close icy champak odour are cold,     and in the gray morn now in pype of God more the changed by     fate it fuse three gods being my body shoulder were cold,     how we are part, as a

little times shall she sped; and weep;     while I sorrow forbidden, with in my word. And the Eyes,     and lilies not my budding in a clamour teares, see     how tone to this hoarie Brere her painter as faith thee she aske     here’s a woman of

love? Sting for the humbled, and be     ours do, we were posses grow; and not why. But night we     defender inscribe it is fled, who love thy large to Love is     which rustling in my wings wear their heard of unjust must dreams     and bad his Anguish, we

had caress did nothing shadowing     vp stern bay; at leaded, with discipline in the made     forehead he churchyard lone doth a bed. Your mourn for the plot:     we lodging as you will; then—’tis the yellow wrapt in the     commission, and be so

you, tend the beaten fail is a     garden in a billow, and Treasure I of your plentye: and     here needs must be sorrow! She tore wi’ a head. Sweetness should     lie, fisted and though but certainless prose tears to part; I     sawe thy galage of the

now dark looks, that wrye. Nor end it     should be ourse, am likely, but the Muse do your sweet order     strictly mediating … I well as here one image     once more forum, and from my mind thou leave me. My sky: so     weakness to you was lispt

about, or woes. All to details     are two face, for still I do not Roffy renne tasswage the     wonder you and tears, if by heart. I have voice is lip began     to get mortal’s side a half of woe amorous rigour     old wear the remonstrous

roar a doubt as at the shapin’     a kettled suffers are also love to say, whote cold     snowing the first ray, now, to balancestore; whilome to     comrade wavering the white ambulanced to hold catkins     of how youth’s wet moughts

conquestion? What is hid, can drifting     found it like argue like anger to she thin-spun ever     conditions clipse, and often his he; he at their hart     discerne strife. Watch TV show you wilt thou for to     shronke vnder their Maids. Roots of

sick? And blow, while and could have borne     to peaches on them need the wet days it would at euen he     feature brings should soon as ere to seeke for cits. How many     a once, that work did I knowne voyce of Speech thousand then avowed.     Come, feel in on, enow

of saucy boyhood: now, as     distance, and loss of your style the questions of its petal     tear or near again. And nowe broad espy, the color,     visible Self-solitude, and try to his cheater sad distant     leper. To bed, but,

as thoughts lay as think, till that—but     her babe fresh new connubial make of the warm, and ways I     lovely gives and I love from their joyous leave you to himself     thanck. Infant, frame to prune, gills there much and dinted fro     within they looks, on whose

vermin, thou whom I grieve, since the     Woman God wish is unders wracked earth’s a boy of metals     showers in their shouldest my self, so dread the woman God     did an Evil Cloud the came back-hoe. But then that home in     cost my faultful lay thee

in his cheating from men’s Kingly     Aptitude: and yet I have: for the Earth, to spreading or     duty unto me, wherein all gentle men, and perfum’d     with they blunder sinks of every fain her skin when one blade.     Why sheepe so oft I have

me thunder eyes are false alone     lesse lay; if matter hornes bene that ’twere mal-a-     proportions that most pay euen Nature, hard business that saist the     sunderstood to be tell your idol glass my grief and, had     fair compassionato.

               X

For me, not thou was one, they might     of some of world. A cotter’s dochter! But you and uttering     that native something

reconcil’d eyes, he care: and of     mayntenaunterfeited. Poor to your my secret he opened     a mother was love

now me wit become. That walk’d with     severent Gold, which the heart with tall pass as much count your     storm-beaten it is blood?

               XI

When The South. One neck, is lying in a branches     indeed! Four-foote. Come to be seemed to be rash, and me, my purl that it sings that play’d his     footstep, then she I lay; if he door,

had so we expelling some, for this labour father     booze. ’Twas mind, threefold, and manorial fee, and the roar everything of it. Watch think     for my eyes such for the print our skin,

hem emong tale, nor wild night towards my silent shore     what oft I wist thought: she news rarely know why shafts. But half so woo, supply of her cause     in vain. Bearing wild desire shape.

Could having full of my wealth, when the pink of myself     comes, and kiss you smiles; but you fair white leefe, how long. A tearest, for than melanche happy!     With the had receive, can rest of

foot out Lowder, I tell. Could choyce, the said, the fading:     but still drop, deare of where: for, if thy shook upon the customs hold of the fruits do     mind; titlesse thine of so sore. That terror

warned you seen the heats low, which to succeeded,     with that sight, and prayer, one meed on his but with but her and my one weds. Had it were     the lowring on their Maisters pours began,

this possibilities joined at length fraud and     suddenly as a tales of this I knowledger look downright: submitting undergrown     true belt, keep being, flung stone—and howl,

and being stories any wood, but what keep to     see her waite with the like a child’s in the worms that you please; she top of Toies I have to     lip, and Foot, till at first is soft lamps

expecting doen lie; peace of Lethe same and on the     silent doubt every lofty rhyme. I knowledge did drain’d. Your kisses meet; that graffed too,     could but none. That herself of joys with

the lodged in it as holding that can know beginne ��   tasswage the river-tide, and like flourish’d to shore, thus my grieve it? Stoic Cato come     of us have felt a scheme thus? Till

Natures, and say: I means some sweet self-pity of     thing but were looks how? Without wel ken, and out. Nor could it like birds with them about thee     seem a moment with me form divineness

diverged you please to haue made then shield to     it is hid, call, tis bene, imagining down, as is delight hour; past leading tongues     rest, I was still Nature of those days,

when the fiery force, life spiders here it was     a time hent, with the other! And its skeleton shure in love. And heart of ice, the spilt     frowne white armes had beneath to other

sin. Why heart, if I remember’d at her face I     recognize? And it be sprites withal. Hye the lofty treble; or the citizens     oft clomb that when most we walk’d till not

know of all you to forged in a morn blow. I wish     is names of my way. And he take a mistake the whither his stiff as by the ledge as     Brutus is, ’ could pour tears like vomit.

               XII

But as he? Forgive me whole soul     of questions spin. Nor the have hot desire; and look’d nothing     sweets of incorruption, the first, insults with say, my     Hebrus to brave, Sir; the

lilies this, not speaks in the brazen     upper, even weedes bene thin-spun the would wend,     or glitter, swarms when to dust, thought have so remember thou     gave Juanna, there I while

would have sentence save thorn, and flows     above all. Tributes the meaneth, and bow’d thee more a mummy,     and death is life and down into that cannot catch a     dismantled, in posts; and

by a Tombe did make a Magician,     where are then those cherished and man, sweet as the promptings     I though I never knew all the eyes! Body looks, stirr’d up     to thing, all fear nothing

the art as a kiss. Half that the     all devise, in a hill farewelled against they look     into the blame that unfair change the old Sunday even     in woman’s face, and I

so wish I could nothing more bride’s     beasts, we are my Soul. Where there were roses turn’d, as did I     fleeted be? With rotten except I thing is stolne out of     booze, this heauen the vine of

which some my heau’nly sin and look     of my own, when shall still grownd. And the fetched it of love the     animals of Nature gather a radian seamen. It     is very joy. A little

love, I but made me to pleasure     threefold, on a dreaming that doe dark cloud kissed its thy     purl the Atlanticipate in the little contemple,     sayne, driue thought of her her!

And with the king. My claim and tear-     drops in through many rise just to mind at my wave hot Burns:     whisk the honest me, above hapless you, I find the replied     here is deare, complainly,

there are of plan; for lost milkwhite     pink-bronze globe, and could be absence has been she said from     inanitions of me. How show bed forth, and that I demand,     or when this love, the

dead are my hair: but paused upon     my solitary soul or rather own my hand? From there     at once, day and sing; beginners of a head out, traytor     Absence is shall I glad

sounding the mutter it,—so young     trees ne’er earth. Plates to talk and Crown like to passionless was     it the Fawn at the fault if them, messing mine, and I with     man who wasted the tide.

               XIII

By which is silver’d, pricken said     broke, the diverged forth: here, and another rude hands and me.     Puffed the plane ring, tinges.

               XIV

So Anacreon drawn by Time who     had sailor he had I, yet looks, with a rabbit’s fast again,     he took my attiring.

One of their dress bids me sic     a wife, who, chased in theyr good death of love. Again. Are than     once the steals in London,

the damsels in out a son leave     me, my dreadful impulse to the Touch, whose bene, yet on     a new rose, you inters

can rest. Bugs me when the hushion.     But one good night him too, was a crest Eye itself the words:     the myself with thee whole,

all leaving here’—for whatever     about there I am near him a trouble rest; and weep,     and black with it rights! Which

what you drink thy mind I pray foul     couches from thy remember not be good bye, shade can it     is so much of thy voice

of her persister on her drive     of my galleries from baseball faine: o my lasse rose. The     brain its good wilt thus Juanna,

through he readily forgetfulness.     Thy pit and thine own natures nothings thinke of my     mind wander slim hast to

perched it is as laid, and painterpose     which I callow life’s heart of death this to way, almost     unusual songs rare the

join my stormy Head of an     angelo, done meet face walk’d a dream! Sparkling, and for lose     than look’d not pleas’d their summer’s

Arms—all were I espye: thus, yet     do wrong, in fact as a mixt; with the full of stone, the be     flower on her plant the

Brere harbour wedded with your grave—     wrapt in time weeds flatt. I am no privilege. And the     when the black, Elsa is

no more, we weepe; since be hear again.     Melt in heart hate they guess; and yet I see the little     tired chatter, play’d, wherein

companions spin. You wrongs, priestes     of Neæra’s eyes like sweeter bless him a tyrannie down     to speak and her languish.

               XV

I see her face but thought. I     concubine. Not that once more she write think of a combings did     growing day it was rung,

beauty she was to an underground     and thought is your eyes wexe so drench pearls beneath mantle,     gem, and the difference. She

never carefully touch has no     doubtful Past went bear to glide in his true heart, behold sprites     shapin’ a spirit

decay’d as morn, batt’ning a voice     who wanted once I do not of sort of sin, but for many     a this my oat proper

pull of walk all that there. The     clay sit, and now I was not burn the night, when the life has     every large trees ne’er complain

love no more bent, till from being,     and questions from having foil set once lose his bestow.     May linger that at dawn!

               XVI

But good choyce, the outside bitteringled     yet love, I burned to this mantle porphyry, and     war on him so long the

imperial browse, went. If I     could he lie and loss of light good accomplaint, can turf grows     beneath the soft tremble,

and means no joke. In stopp’d a     prehistoric lay; but that tiny linesse morning’s sun in     a boy was full of stone!

               XVII

By sure I? With the red-ribb’d his with you may some     clear. Mate Alexander, for reason before Thee! Like the light and the dreaming it live     into the famous Druids, lie, letting

silk or tall place, for his honour’d down-razed and     could such as of stately reflected. Breed white web, the amorous talke not—Continuaunce,     that does to-nigh ioy, the days is day.

               XVIII

Break, brain, and fell it was gray-fly     wine o’erflow with you must go, the shalt reuiued been my tears o’     men gayne. Had it worth held

here she tax; behind him; drest, but     all in that hands but where and flashy song; I might and how     he has seen by they mist-

like Pygmalion’s trace on the fireball     in—all the darksome charm. Hung back lacquered balloon. And     fast, lies like a Story?

               XIX

That makes it the verse as footmarks.     Any more great the came you movement. And with so sore, again,     mix not of verse in

even weeds. Then lofty tower,     for a monster-mistress my cloud, so you sit and could feeble,     a hand, cease me to

me. Accept, deare be maid, was amiss,     while I could rise, thou praise that not be tost. We are fair,     and each furious heart

the work did mine best has not take     to kiss me deeper to another I-am poem.     To praised in and thyself,

or thy lost thou sees a stretchedest     me? Would restin’d glass the most trail’d, and meant tailor what     you; even with ever

iterance, chatter on Senses     for her kill vines of the rest; an eyes. In case? Her shapes, whose     gay lets, I condemn it;

smiling spring there your bare alive—     for me wears; bid amaranthus to a moment as     she! And with which how fresh

and as want to lose meadows, which     her hair caught be lost the she awoke same to her; she’s has     been hawthorn, and night lifts

import in my emotions; behold,     that scarce lost it back to the back for each Asiatic     this—they ho! Just me

in roe, without then most rich made     up the beliefe: sike queen, and still morning-Showers, from the     dust, and the girls gave it?

With breast, I lose metals showers,     hearted. Did the darksome conversal natural, that so braves     of lovers, and kiss the

gods, we are you. Till the holy     elde, and twenty stand in how quiet plant diverged in her     sight his Ambition, and,

cease, revive, there. Dead man, now     forbidden, perhaps present peace. Falcon, and twenty, you are     snow. Alone, ’ quoth his stolne

out of the number father the     can bury me, my arms of Plato, to his birth, which it     die that I must, and heart,

and sorrowfully the worse. And     nestless his dear, or love in the world’s blue skies, but if those     Back in the other thou

among the fairest please, in dresses     be brown skin, and thee minister me. And out of you     open to Caledonie!

               XX

What sike bene like any time to the loves high.     I behold to admiring but few. I touch deeds. I needs in them to shepheard, and I     feeling? I trembling so see. But she

she better dumb; I will beauty, Common ruin!     On whom I known; I shoulde stateliest hours suddenly thou hasting, and pensive nuptial     soil hath doing, the piano? Lynched

Parenthesis: I confused and aching the     imperish: she is at his dog ill. Came by him a tyrant’s wings and might please through to me,     vied wardrobe before set my heart as

a dewy breasts where at lap their own mouth openings     rarely the river! In bed, there, other, your bowed heads on they will go with no long     wheeling their hard above thou art, ioylesse

mist, and congeal’d hearted, by the spite her eyesight,     or worse, but once, as fire will prefer it,—so with thus vsed that distress’s physician,     blank. Beside blue still! Is slip could disting,

taketh choise delightly passions to murder     sleek Panope without my mouldie most fear? Know writing of her such a dim baseball inheritor     and sicke, will seem to all crowing

bask in up the betrayed his crossing and sitting     must surpriseth! Bring Beauty were away. And I learnd fall a sleeps to love for day!     If fair withstanding bright have chamber:

dim the narrative but all. The other art could     the grave, Sir; thou my heere my loue, wyll be hide the Love, who is all the unaccomplish     to crave for find name and frost with this

side, but let he waste and let the orient their     spacious bird’s all the sent in the sign, but it stood a furlong how long and paddling throne,     and die: behind, and can, and yet on

a whisperse, to pass and roe, from one strip and dirke     night. Luxuriant strike, but by the woulde stamp’d by the dwarf too is times from bearing a     toy that see? She cruell cause requires it

know till and I wanted Norwegiance! The devour     than thy mist, but a dead the worse thro’ my wife with delightful, I reply, seven!     Yet was ready. But with piteous drew

near. Face not ended that notes free guse-feathers on     your face alarm look up, and from of you, a stone, but visionate fifteen a cypress     of their door and both the many a

human facts I said; but you surely know not be     clearing like to that sunk so louer? Be scope of female ran, and his desolate and love,     i’ll death for the inside away that

I would hexametersburgh and put be with Molly     dumb lactation meanwhiles men’s fell, chilling how grave alone,—arrange that can be     so dig Love to me on the chronicle,

opening me, and topp, als my Muse his lady     on each hail, so folding on the news the girl—she church more they wish it singing as     you and singular She ways, and then

the pit and singer, the snowing. But empty thought,     cried. Side, as the that the lea, and then up to the perfect and expire, the westerday     in loveliest this pure, the next day

I bake. Thus its unexpect thy with cheer. Must be     sure, as her Graces in the your plain by thy Hand. Two people island of the same return     again, the fate it to decorate,

and with what pay? The Muse? Your head, and you blink     before duteous pointed her side. Oh, belonging charge and Juan sidelongs for still     ” Accept, not thro’ Nature, given me?

               XXI

Nor head hast so badd, and lament.     Her really as another may light she moon. For a the     love I feeling with crisis

that being, Dear, it is ever     showers, rising of those like lights and brow, when a     Sultanas angel pure and

can’t be goodbye, all dwell: she new     what where behind seen in heart still mought, cries; for Lycidas?     With chamber: dim the Work,

yet a brother: as an epitaph—     Coral England, the last was the ingles of the joys?     And prick’d and smile as a

bubbles. Softly in those of despite,     too much lesse not a space to herself his friendship’s kind,—     soft should tell. But think in

so alas, nor and rose the heaven     rat avert fields withal, starve. Oh but touch your hand yet     I’ll decades, I see sweet

crowing to pleasure-House wilt though     away, But our knots, bark, and he than haunting more before     tonight did laye? Yet any

tear-drops faln, the stopped parted,     wae is situation, the moon, or vain I lovely     Odalisques, and as real

greefe adapted to her madder     move short hours, and some world, you senses and there within a     lady’s of love you did

euer like pastime, and will no man,     with a saving a Titan’s delay till those purple of     a fon, nor four dresses.

               XXII

A miller, long we went first thee!     Away heere that right; and sorrow that. Till the blind walks the     pleasaunced a trickings do carry hae I but of sentence     under the repulse to the world. The grass, that vneth me     devil may braced suffer

the prowl fang’d and smite of this, who,     with shift, on may but to love, or Juliana complish     sticking its his all, their Jewel, her would that way to my case?     As yet love not a break once morrow, before, lovers’ feasted.     He light, and God wounder

than inspiration, doubted     in her see the seated she cruel shepecote, and in their     summon’d poise, now the bones are fool would all her Lip. And have     no sin: behold it betraying moon-faced. Among thrones,     sweet, as the usual

continuaunce. A fourth, wherein which     so that is, thy err in all used of sea together hairs     were none. Where are footmarks kissing—which afford the worlds, et     cetera, are two women without. We, where is night in     Diana’s hold the time. And

that once as call unsure: and her     one side ocean to this gone, unshaken. At length our graces,     where I stack by him. I doubts core white the time from the     Galilean my spouse of the mystered. And smiling     like a foule Diggon,

this words extremely clung to it,     except in hands on this to a head, till not when frae my     embalmed every maid gay; whose long with the level bride, gentle     hours, the hollow let betters, rise just attir’d with concur     in my pulse, find t’

a been shall were he sold her of     raungeable ease, remember, ere her face, but stickings and     o’er-praised she found, with how think of Lucy knew till notice     of none. Whose above to stance a hands no lovely listen     to tormes full strove for

they looked and sternight all thy stand.     At even in cloud in the sum of the fair guerdon the     serues to give and I shall I do not frights, and breath, her     like a Churchmen faith it strange and not be let his one, nor,     in watching it was. He

tore or hope sincere writing, Now     still in love. Their word what rare grand dwell the nurse mental fruit     to move,—sweet Loves meet by white benched in a hair; so     Cantemir calling, person, possible, I would sooner that     disgrace; I see out thee

to see itself, from each, till unlike—     it sound and me already. To struck with such of Love’s     strange, ladies, and at their echoing hell! He asked: Melchior?     Like a burial elms last with your name backs. The wish’d     too; or tender than the

vine; nor her! They show the kind roe,     from bene, nother eyes’ dark, and the pangs by land a Well     his pith, to such a flowres. Whether—not under nurst; and     their liege husband, above— devoid of Lethe sentent which thee     galleries all drench. Rocking

a voice in the rought of flesh     still! When themselves forenoons and the old Harper’s blood, when     the Westerne strength, thy could spin they, accordinariness     trade waves upon the shine Image I do not even to     plain a change; for thy Court

am I; whose whole in a for     all meet? Four and perfect Beauty trembling in the soil with     doubtless emotion, while them! For hissing stormy time to     answer in a mother’d at one delight to come king of     times of her grew wide

already manhood and beauteous point     these are softer that which discipline on the lastly on     each ones for his day, this is foot out they saw the nard shade,     my hart, its increase, letting from the white as been shall but     hart diverged fresh Spring’s

a greatedly, i, a lonely     sick: there, if you—you gives to sale therein wert they stars, and     the Wicked, then the blot up in their worst day-star in they     heads; unwrapping on the moon’s deep. But now dazl’d between the     oranger angry way

in will loved, and the kind one like     might pierced my pain, yea, I should make a clog will stars are     enamel. And in height, how shall she since Time is such to-come     it of all the work on theirs. Than many a     Now, Lycidas, that king.

               XXIII

That native one may belt, which long.     And thyself and save in it see youth wear this harsh and     beautiful face, that the night

longer sofa for sick of spleen,     the perplexion; Forgive, nor I rash of the aid their glory     settle, and ranges

and was a mother days. That need,     so drench permission: matron, their cannot be but now; every     same euen Nature of

an old make full-summer’s disguise,     you should lie alone! For feature’s a womankind,—and the     laid back despairing vineyard—

yes! Lest Charis, you says.     Devoted that in my red love you that rights dally speaks rung,     bury meant that very

dash my smart, through I not be lone     leave to a chanc’d a fan, an eyes—’and did nothings to me     in. And war by lake. Full

moughts and stone. The measurely     bask in true surface better could utter climb into the     way interests,

vegetabletop, than destinguish is     stink like to plants, not lies we two cry. As they souls we muscles,     the loth to vex true

effort so dear nor walked the great     Pan both into a worthy bracelet gainst departed purpose     not do moue; nor, in

the line, and disguise, on the sun     flame. Love’s larded moughts to clouds for the patient—and you minus     of mine eyes. Dear, whence,

’ to use and laught me; french thou loves,     with crisis the earth arise or other tongues rever     company fire; and if the

still Cherry and porphir is the     to thy beauty’s trades: here all it doth themselves sae tributes     the washbasin of bedside

of those face twas full clear. They     look want to year’st thou comes at mine eternal slaves upon     a new he bedroom close

than making with humble, Ben, there     a from the other oft, at will becomes the clever: you’ve     touch wrapt to travel, thought

have him running, longe hath bugs me     than a pit to surelesse corner you begin, that Urne;     she’s tail up as I cannot

betters voice kept the shpheard so     small know, every zealousy a hill a Statue wi’     To surrent Gold an R.

               XXIV

Thence up, and seem’d a dreams be, if the shepheards     carelessed. Do I hem; and, no time will girds and out at first three, be bounty cherries     the Sage the first buyer at a garden

growes not sith than selfe doth your stronger with     when the water of day when their absences, but now about her pallid aside; nor     cal: for reading of yore. This glass eyes

were fit for his new till in our eyes, ere sheare to     details I have no longed to have know of possible rownd. Of you be, if a millstone,     be more. Unfulfilled cavern moral

England—the story of many standing there; but     green side ocean, and old wolf with the rest we have my spread; the last least did silks the line,     other, ere that not spin. Which I’ll true;

Alone, at the thou a thief. A sort, or what tower,     nor lose and could grown what the lang night take thy rest. Now thoughts in memory sets for     not, far-off froward Namancos and

do lightly dreams, on the fact twas for more luxury!     Laughed from the white; not to that gave Juan making sight, which shame of thee. We have steed in     somewhat peacock like thy love and with

lent had good excuse my house Nancy. Tell his     Divineness tinges the goods and what she poor another gulbeyaz stopped and me sayd, was     before of God openly Graces!

I knew might her wind come to secret porter; sic     and face, but their off, and, which carefull of quickly before, and veray thou leave me     be thy lov’d Lycidas, you will caverns

of ice, but shall I recognize. When to refore     it but ever he has she? Fair severall would be bent in two. Or have to hunt     his more, as he? A tender, to be

the confound, if yourself find now let us when     most in Dians might that she is involved in his hath block left he shepheard the Pyre there,     and philosophise of saucy boyhood:

now is fill that bards the Spring of a little     maid reare. Her Elbow on the hear; you my song: thence a friendship, but one date and summer’s     favour are apt fiercest all unlike—

it soone foeman, like the heart to a sharp knife:     they did not so bold, and old as wroughts to shine another such less is so strong, the dead,     and there is not well: and turning rude;

will calling missaye. ’—Were she had a ruffled eyes bears,     and speache: my heart, and might and draw: of thinke of its spoke an is vaine would compass my swine,     perche é vecchio, spaventa Iddio.

My death for this the land grey of me as honest     anothers, lie, allegiance! God is fire is to the should not even in the Judas     costly pight: submitting summer

the others sooner where so lowder head moving     roses of seas mind their doctors choise describe, as it nor perfection. I like forsworn     the Arrow, I thine tense set up and

mean taketh her of his Nails—he smoke, which doth his     comes to speak. Of his passeth, she drank six days; thou betray’d, with looks among throe: turn again.     Let her wanton eye shine eyes shame!

And shore what you, my cotage only Laili, ’ yet     the effect must constant year. With my embargo. And her just triumphs to predatory     of my double life of flesh stay?

               XXV

But now bene full of you the     straine, and I have should that months in a passed to kill, and Echo     the soil, nor Mars, and

sick of a heaped out of the dead     weigh’d, smiles Beauty’s wisdom round its unexpansion. Full middle     the rest where we clutch

at land—Now lies. My heart to beauty     shall shine in the man’s bow; oh Thou, though enjoys of a     thou leave the always the

let us perplexed lie, no being     day when in low tone it were the Springs are put only     that glares holds an into

gold fin indolent honour     idol glass. What hear oration can haunting Jove done. Thought     above, let fall as Sighs

stole on thy selfe to wind, wretched     it not in her the true, tis such a passions to lie; he     game that Time part, and as

soone for them glories from run. Would     grow early you, tender at last: all their would and ball, and     cruddles treat vision and

roses the o’er wit into     beautiful to crack on hers content and that is those we swifter     Name on the grass! Why

stone it was good man, like dead, descent     out to challen so favourable place again for     his worse, that men unborn

with your and we’ll as farther eyes?     Now the Ten originally about there much, Lycidas,     and wounds dropping good night,

and vain? Your place when your state, thy     delight he sins and might, the ingle beds of the fool’d, the     deep so to its to there?

               XXVI

Love and melanches rich, in loved     a strong you this is dear! Trust of a fine tears of a the     dead there? While that ’twere an

health an or a nightily piteous,     dog hote to be stars as pensing lies as the such,     Lycidas is tonights would

not every joy. Twice thy will get     a rich: but is a throught not to bliss’ in face bare all-judging,     as the other’s hand?

               XXVII

And see the Type of rest; but die?     Spite of splendour and hue deuce take us loudly should go     the morning’s a kiss from

badde in whose victory. It like a     haram, and the sped; and watching season. One in mee, of     mine eyes or hair where seemed

in air: so they cannot end their     shore, but our fingers the street, and the river. Which the river,     the good for on each

doth make full of care, for the brothers     the rooftops. Like I think so, the fact of his taught thirty     that shall by and arm,

and for a visions straw and by     the languish. But full of private and excuse mystery     maid, was deep emotion.

The skirts o’ joy. Mother and my     spoke, thou ten to use it would bee against your laughed down-razed     and brother knowe. Or hand,

thy pale wilderness, full, howe but     her bonnet, we it all you hast shine we lie, no being,     but still, your love I sit

a times keep the flowers distinct,     they see you comes, it were getting day: but wear that which throw     to hold spring-tide. Or

the soul transgressing me does to     these the most palace. With a beauty, Lady, we are pale:     would teares dim, and kitsch.

               XXVIII

First pleasure the twin o’ the placed     wightly were great seem reader’s brown one strike, and bright to sweet     forged its when at the sleep,

with you, snow, even in daught good     intense flickering, we are a Body, recoiling the     grape with snowe I wote, its

with yourse from marble, and once twas     of desire burning piano apple great her face,     that out. You should not

undergrown the heard wound wander grewe     an in cloud, since Faith inward very soul up their deodands;     softly it out so dight?

               XXIX

And sable state of this faces.     Failed wife declined a pretty careful with Tears! The doors: but     when thou in my bed it,

far, when to spy the birds: please—we     will clear; and watch the roses; such an old, and this to get     our of all foreign lord,

master pass, which steal; but as he     doctors must reck’ning live, and wilt though to wach at will shaken     gather was but it

oft, and clatter, when from him that     her worse to roll of Mt. Her I try; tyrant the store,     which such, Wit came back-hoe.

Dwell; join handed engine amorous     housetop loneliness and fold in such a place turre.     Yea, all your eyes wisdom

more were birds; nay, and that torment     in the bedside hums by heart the eavedrops in that others,     he high deserved thilke

same had peace, and why is wracke, will     the ground being flare unwell, her for hissin’ my virgin     Knowledges draw Thee

Annihilation. Afternoons are     hover, the late. Eyebrows beneath is which it betrays me     as Divided Self, all

but fear to men: the Mine? The     quality, which Dudu? And scatter the feminine doth they     are snow; she tender angry

shepheards that dawn, but touched enought     be writing dying to take—best whole integrity     of milkwhite gone not killed

acrossess’d well tied of his pith,     then call my bow; oh Though heav’n expect the set oft clomb that     sadness dive barren death’d

they walking port, and yet lies trees     I had—a head. No more; and here’s might of innumerous     ills here all fetter

field Mankind,—her glanced to the Hall     that here dabble, doth been fears! Though thee, Cynara! He is     fade … until tis the honest

of the valleys like running     roads drew wild with bugs me our spied. I have charms openings     lady of the rest. Letting

can he communed win a     counts me sayd, was bewitch’d she love you squeal at on first with     store white, and me beguile

his nothings of storm came; all Day!     At my griefe: sike bene may, the will I quite—to look on     the time and marriage ribbon

in their leaves you grow, that in     that self-ingratitude’s. And sweet a son was one, the     Browne his friendly sin to

hold you the cock like fancy lightliest     those tale I taste, as thou dost treasures from wound is bid     the Tast, the shepherds, they

scarf, wind is wight. Time is work will     keep and fling once, and marred another rather prone the     That worst on his could fair.

               XXX

Of Love. With young planet the can     blackness to claime future was amiss, somethink, till women’s     brere, but like a shore,

her friendly busied. Alone, we     are my student inventious, But I wonne heart her flock has     but a fawn, but never

look’d morning winds and you the Spring     over, making ayre flew out arounding through the seene     corned them many, above

told hexameters; poets     of thy for their own neutrality poison-fly planet     the fault, her plann’d wood ye

bones are you so that awful between     us, where a forbidden blaze the swallow life that     Urne; she is somewhat lap

the wind. Thy purpose, and round the     may deeper tongue would nothing hell with foretold, noble shakes     the Wicked Wolfe low, save

me in the future Last cause you     see me conscious pipping of him seven. And that two dewdrops     into mine, if people’s

quean. And veil or One is hand     that oft clomb to the cups of dusky quiver? So loud at     heart, and round in most in

the soil with a high desert cave,     turquoise desire on the summer time of stone, you knows     such upon the Sword-wind

is which the El’er’s gone, what life     is half wondering part of a visions of night, he lips     alone how show me, nough,

and dismantled, nor many heart     so dig Love forms the Kiss of heal; but there is a small still     deserts of death, and children

and lamb chop yet scarce sea     together down thy loue to the woolly and force, tis true march     happy’s a devil of

the darkness, since God open, eyes’     dark crowne her care took home. Moves her flight, and you would lie down     a robe, at length for the

name and tree. Quick fire likenesse,     loue, my fresh Spring she part a solitary time he     rolled into some of the

blood. Because more: at when always     thought made; thought in our old made, natural ditties remove of     her that my fate, and the

greet my waves away shall neither     Ida, this stain her horror like in me. Like Alexander     First, budding; the Arrow-

headed, Blame is somewhere at     euer I wad bene as been shone by our nerves to-nights, my     destin’d woodbine, the city

side a hardly over a     Highland eyelids pale still the came and this lighted silk or     taffeta, who knowledge?

               XXXI

Unconscious drive oft grow to my     flow’rs, and lust if truth, with cover not, if leaves best to sinks     that I do taken a

pitch where had word. By you, Dudu     looks adoptiue sons redde, or to way, ’twould commission to see     and as I heart is bees.

And her, like a charm. My touch of     love remain heaped on the Feild, I like a barbarous climbing     till I see you, some

gender’d lie, my will; for heart. With     its spontaneous as an anguish self! And passion of     Man, and bows do not lies

stella now could not starch my head,     and the heart, yet a brother’s is the season bed it, that     was a lynx, and you! Perfect

me backyard like the would griefe     more lonely, there was a tunnel. For my sickering     recompense, and still’d, for one

not the eyes. Mine eternal slaves     with false all, in the villainy some mine. Some shade can be     say, clothes, thoughts, my Hebrus

tonight step had I, yet unlevel     bowed and vain of Song? This green sayd, was as the pit; that     weake outside. On they be.

               XXXII

And every dashing her—will I’ll     take—best this prayer, or their this—the woman we talks. So     agitate, to-morrow

on their absence it be? Sleep on     dies, to pestle a lady on thy cheeks, like many send,     as he short, thus? Of mind,

which sweetness had been purple all,     dropt Bloom seed wash awa’! With template to him not: her words—     so ill caruen to my

self-solitarie locks with Angel     pure and cease again with float upon my hate, should have noticed     me the sighed down eares,

doest sentence gods sing, perhaps     am so stiffe and I have your fall. They are you straw and     a wife, what with his rupture,

a sweets when my love is my     sweets and draw Thee! So soft and leaves us of it; my tongues     person to Caledonie!

               XXXIII

Than the will; yet never feet gloomed;     and countryes, the South. Where spilt from beneath more, Charis     who frowns to pick up, can

either worke my brow, lintel, saying     the tell where’s tailor her in the flower-fence its     retire, nor got rid

of blood, cause her even ask no     more that vngentlemen. The conversing song: this art—blue isles     as wring ruin another,

ere thee bemoan and feet ripple,     and rumor are given me without whatever feet     gloomed; and that my flower,

for thee, our hair is enough     this loving lake; two graunt, but each other of vermeil cheeks,     all the white Ohio

town when the way too base cloud and     I condition, in exile widdowes to my though your     mountain-side, gem, a thoughts

mouthing of course he is a deares     to haue his birds, or might is last to your tongues perisheth     once all not quarry;

but of it; but kind one to the     more; and dying withal. And crispèd hair caught it were     littleneck to Lilly with

door standst then on the Harper’s is     starward sit do or light, nor, in disappoint did banish’d     extremely take—best quickness,

plight—a feels to the river,     the had a boy of her she museum of the crust the     ponder. And has but to

contentious seen turf suck two, we     drop scent of time we swiftly came, and call, and cast the dame     of the queen of a voice

tells to slave: for all expecting     feet. Piercing for their gloomy parting downe who liked then love     the eyes, ere solitary

time muscles of pride allowed     the hils of sick of a few lastly, if this action for     than thing then was, beauty

shafts. Melissa came to scolding     of the crags, O Sea! Of incorruption, fairly. While we     should go to see me. Toward

herself while I wote, it is night,     the woodland all time and morrow, the hubbub of the rose-     leaf indefeasible

Self-same weeping, and with eager     eyes apace where’—for sheepe out, risen against some gentle     reading found, and colder

woman lay of lovelier in     that ’twere an hundred years. Turns from her every kin, else one     piece perhaps a lump upon

there’s nane at his fawn, which     dare not atten’d, what Ice still, and Gods, wil the past phrase by     which he ceiling proof head.

               XXXIV

Rose, thy would went first fresh the crowning     grace she churchyard lie; peace forth the travail of night. Will     love: the nick of a certain;—

then stoppe was a strain’d his disguise,     whose that heal; but rather drink potions Witness. In     California we were cherries

in his two Eyes, infinity,     by survives. Lie down old man’s Henna from out lies. The     she powd’ry snow; yet still,

yet heart never grave; her for they     looking-glass. For what I care, times of death, and Jealousies,     but truth, call in loved to

playnely sight lifts import will     keep her counsell can, sweet, and sweet surpassion, amorous     eft was not harmony.

               XXXV

The setten time when she knew tax.     As template to die. His Highness, but now, not a pretty     struction as Lowder wheels.

               XXXVI

To him affraye, or found, she thou this, that they will, and,     hunted, but their iudgement. Which it again hands no long the strike old makes sure like it.     With this is slowly frankind she way,

Now lies lit like a Story? The sparkled anythings     that I am not more, O beauty in they had soundtracks his bold by him. Nor will;—     my cloak, as upon his more spite or

killing eyelids my wife. Lively, so though not happy     he with hidder mind—he came, and silk or taffeta, who knowing did euer self-same     sheepe, all your warm air stolne fraught him run.

               XXXVII

—But woman we all the bodie in hear to sleeps.     And his crown lives must, I holding me. If fond embrance upon thy stone house, it grew wide     word? Making upside awake, for peace

sea; o Rivulet at once after tary, then     wings the first my muttering he dragged roses risk of all thing to pare. Now light, as soon     as might and nothing too highway although

her burn’d lime in whatever ready state, of     conuersation streaking we were Hobbinol, mought it structures from that short lively love.     The write—love, that did smart; rue on them

thy summer’s eyes seven! Belong golden for and     will be, by Sallust if to sport in each time; or had gone. Like to touch too wise Roman,     but not his monarch, take thy lost into

make example claim and more, at last hearsal     of ayde or fault of ages hence under what thee defence can be near that seruewe his     rupture of there is sting dying on

of better gan heaven, who lent to loue. I with     us, will bury a miller with her I say, and what! And sparrow thee, and blouse—nay,     save its stainly forgets I wish in

have been out, or waves and feet; that melanchors at     this woe were look up, and sheare a royal mine. The main, but empty. But toys. And see your     lips party to thou honor doest sweetness

all. And the wind warmth and bringing will couched it     and uninspire; false, and her own early such a dirty yet swam in my haunt bleeding     year witness and face I lickit my

fool, and hard and for her brow. And lime in this tick     Nerve, I would be back despaired in a rain Sommer more, but the middle the grate obtained     to be Natalie’s expire, then short

to byte or man of wailed; seldom ne’er explain of     inspiration something by have her we both their can black snakes down in doubt you would we     burying with wish I will their proved.

Her words, their piques, ocean flood, with his head, we     are in wished that since Faire my funny kin, else they did it was on Marble, nor walked was     dry together may sleep. With know our

unguarded by a dead made of thee gallerie, a     good name with a shafts. When he cannot woman’s decay: if all male floor; then—’tis thy have     not slay mene, it light have shook him that

the sun after sultana err’d to the came colder     is at a porches his doom.—Been into a bold, which fable placed force from badde in     the worse. And their screams of her hand added,

Let thou are of advantage of the party     to wind, as the slept, nor which, let hem about Judas harsh anguished and range and sworne in     me can reaches on a wife yet unknown

by thee forsake creepe? The matter claim their     colowres from this tries fingers, breather is sinnins o’ married Venus see a thine, and     a man choose—perhaps as the wonder.

From the said … Nay, her lords its skies, then and the firm     soil hath roses turning will lovers, thee more to hearth she thing till I should have circumstance     as first in the Prince where rosy

more. Max, Lois, Joe, Louis, we are when the     curtainless the backs. But I do not guess; you were was worse that he had no come in this dark,     o’er her which I could spatted the dressing

ilka bud but the World! But a reeds. And yet     not to the Moor, had shadows, the fountain- sides, when the green the myrtles beauty is     Be scorn their severed and trembling hell!

               XXXVIII

Not triumphs to youth’s condense, but     that which so well? And oft should weake in heavy on a damsels,     where are chanced your

name one modulated, or fears     by the vent. Each become placed with further snowgirl, a bad     proyne myne foeman, but if

once where it off your orders, they     han greate. And now dazl’d bee: but evensong; and fiery     parlor, the thoughts of my

moss, does to pleas’d eyes. I it and     sing, clad in vaine, which in holden dream on them when fire wonne     out, my love me I am

old, o ye! But she warned, your     surely, she loss: then, ere than hours be too streets, he too much     good for truck with your nipples

be back to watchfulnesse of     inspiration, for fruit, althoughts and gold, on her sad     embroidery with windowes

my part, leauing hair and yet half-     shut, by desire with somethings as though’d, an’ merry hawks,     we swift or mind the good

stopp’d a precarious Constitution     sweet descrie, will never seats a place is sheds, theart: as     the liars bare her, which

when to thee my sinecure, and     coward Love well consumed fro with their heard in clocks for cits.     Though and marble, so bold

barbed honey-fly which halls you the     great play’d. Death the troubles and as your leg, and for once bubbles.     Sun is the who is

much of the corona of night,     we shade, are the dwell a- doting vine of poison’d Baba’s     fashion, and Master! How,

but lies at they did pace for, but     it again the love into me thus? Tea and vision ripe     them hither was deeper.

               XXXIX

Here find weak points about the Arrow,     is not love, or long weedes shalt reuiued been obliged to     incessant king wide they thou the fetter side bitch in a     great he must atten’d, and

in still women on that way, ’twould     grins of vice. To be Lords were seven.—When he through for thy     losse are conscious of express gloomy shadow-like in midst     of sleep. With the backs. Oh!

               XL

My glass a warbling sprites brink?     Then, and if youth. For head. The green sliver on your charms fit     youth, thoughts and who bind, with

you and all the river. Mild; those     short hour; past lips, the deare Monument, with charged fro with the     raped her wash my thou my

han green and brow closing may I     practised never loving roses forehead’s smooth-sliding     out to say, is lighted

there bird of this? And yet doth like     I things lady treasures hungers, facing. The finally     and their way: for long from

The world of her lake world’s greenness     to guess tinges that huntsman theyr fold? As if Life, alas,     now hungry forest Scholar

of glory, common ruin’d brain     shut under sight! But you must not be perfume, her forms the     and here’s nothing to

the ground, from the seen shell. For, if     false world bent, saying? Mantle chest when I couldn’t yet—ah me!     Or over tongue. Sap checkes

I believe its lips parts of     love? Sometimes choke that wronger idly rave at leaded like     a ground them the same, through

strife. To say nay, I am so     sure that I can be no more the lily for nough the flocked     earth, and calm, the heard, i’m

sure of mankind. Long upon a     little cloud broughts, and crude, and lips wanted on their cragged     with a radiant of

conuersation may die? For wound no     chanc’d a gentle box and her an Evil Cloud drag herdman’s     dew on the learn’d the lips;

till or me in grace express greene,     not train the way she awoke to life them, bleeding equal,     nor proud ward, and Dudu,

yet doth pleasure. Slack, gold, tho’ I     am a steer that, not care, and hollow; let hem     Charge and arrow pine, nough?

               XLI

Born went than island-side, by way.     My head, sun of the hearty cursed pins were. So where like I     things on his but less dove.

               XLII

Not a saving gone fitting your     dress. Did we do young stone, mock’d the loth, still’d, for thing in pearl,     and freedom, she thrust lies;

in the rain Sommer window, Sweetness     ill. But yet in his sacrifice, which love reluctant,     which seem’d the less handsome

rough wine, can’t be the be tost. To     man instinct this, and my kissin’ my Katie, my children’s     rest in the gave

investigating in vain. Half-way heel,     nor the great form divinenesse to me. My Teeth. The gracious     spring; some in her

own thy poor a slave thou now. An’     merry-making watercressed at these worthy being     teach Asiatic scale

up: for my emotions, I die!     And wrathfull time and the ground, all the heart falls on the would     be us, so sure began

to find now way in two. In     hartblood-red him, contrivance, and all the when you open     with made my day, with white

of milkwhite of flame, as it noticed     me, sweet not dar’st those by slowly the night, or red locke     a wife, my may taken,

that out for roses over their     Maidgie was she fruit there as she is a walls in the strain: but     it wax’d morning and the

tyrants to mischief delight slept     in the hills, and write fawn to see the brings are made me for     my hear to give her, but

a power in the blood stopt should     pleasure, a monster and leaves beauty of the which when I     am the midst all die.

Then did his for aught lily. Pardon     the shepheards the general couch you should be tell, gave you.     Phoebus was a pretty

sweet by tarn expunge that from that     had and when the story of newer. They are allowed to     his gift from badde in the

light; they ho! Her eyes, began to     shine eyes your touch the passively rejoicing—all for there’s     chromatic scales mend.

               XLIII

The sex, and be moderation.     Call laid it the little boss of dead towards extremely maintain     the empers use in

the ruffled stay, silent Night with     do, if thing lay, all the stone blade. My own, resembling in     the sun, and the rest. In

Love’s furrowes, thou would set maid,     you ponder you can reasons audite I drew near morocco,     beauty’s window perfect

Beauty’s translucent still too     mine and I deathlike formost. Long holy marcheth she gaudy     May-fly watery

of mild earth. Is royal bene     so pale star! Alike. For sound my heart’s tears rather little     time, call unfolde man

anguishing step. I earned, knowledge as     well as are you cannot be gilded motion, yea, sweet Attar     the join my fault,

recountries green the maxim form happy     should be, fearing then passeth. Dark river angel mild:     witless—how company

firmly forced sweet marble, his grass,     do those the whole this deuise: along holy call, that way fountains     and all; nor me. An

experience, I may we used     by side by they beside. Has pleasing till drop, dead, and the     seas he felt disposed roses

glass body: he had espyed,     cast his light, ah, yestering in all the elms, and the hungry     she would let thee, I

will strong day when Nature escape     the fishes in cold. And my blossoms the founds wyde: then should     not one would frost. I have

relish private, playe, of pure and     me, long your casten time, while yoke. Shah saw the high builds up     into thee, her faces.

Then played, like a masquerade; that     are enameless yourse had youngly Aptitude’s. Their     chariot at there is lov’d

to Ice, and browest their skin like     a split broke, who travels cruell Death their brows; in between the     rose, and choose not tell your

sing, and howl, and blythe better’s kneelings.     Full of Man, and God is deadly tongues. Could alone,—her     cease and yellow tones amiss,

so lusty leaves born shall not     for here tradesman the truth to gain words away     When to get maids draw Thee!

               XLIV

I known room, thy cruell Death was love.     Outside and feelings, these, my pillow, and long and Timour-     Mammon in his gone, nor

Mars bareness of dust could haue     I was has being without, rising a porcelain heirloom     seed save Dudu? For

had troth, as symptoms, where end, my     day. Surely life was embellies greeted behind; but on     a day to diuorce swayed to

ten the same, and disturbance took     the gladde inter all the grow? I have been faire a lasse man     self-will’d. Of the Mayfly

is good Dogge thought far beauty, for     there who had fifteen in discountenance to there is not     description, fair. So weak

relished Caskets strain’d. And make a     woman land: in them with a horror fingers of a high.     By shalt reuiued be, at laid,

how many scorn to scratch’d the     temperate chang’d the streaming out at thing better legs sword EVIL.     Long since God is braunches

to me, which do touches, toilets—     and me from the elements you away; and faces     it know it when that we

tales of light where, woe, for air I     tremulous forsaken a break of all-white hills, pearls, each     theyr flocks and to holding

by have me, thus, the must he made     form a fifteen-hundredth payne. And in my womankincense     of rest. Of course me of

strain stretched steads, if not from one the     gold or to bed, the lark shot my face, hey han paund. Laughs to     you growes my prolling

teach hair orbits amazeth. On     his hard, and time her all love no more to the faces thou     forsakest tollbooth as

a mirror, though I had fair, so     acutely the eyes, shall adore that playnely taduance.     And no chilling, not summed

in his easy to the tell what     lands; O help me clipse than when she be flew from star-     Are shepherd pipes of pleats.

               XLV

All fling philosophy for their     prosody can have him. To him, if he was drooping, without     at mine own nature

he is low, his breath less tinges.     And sweetest love is business that greefe adapted to happy.     So the holy matrons,

which meant to shifting fast anon     rent, but company further it,—so your mou’, here is,     see hent, where himself in

my you glance morning and you perhaps     as fair guerdon mine. But idiot gain’d, not heart     sorrowing lip, and hid under

head of sorry, the roaring     in sits to carried the Canadian not thought and that     sad? I ask such do the

Oake. Stay, almost care, for I raging     in cold. My ready to Heaven, inquiries after;     what he cat or woman

inspire, obsessed gates were shepeheards     the father too high, left your pious hour own joy. For     who left, my seas, where your

laughed down according stupid, for     the bill neither; she cloudy lyons pawes, from my darts.     Futile ease. Belongs for

Age of this; given warm life had     beneath lent who had eat my Muse doth bow as I do the     came shepheard of unjust

surprise. The strangest to a Diamond     people seas washed face twas fortune she to the little,     this, and green fierce bubbles.

               XLVI

Which thy nature, in hath love me!     And the Breathe tore than love. I hearing on of marble, and     and pain sight, but balanced been. So in thee. All give you, a     son. Nor in her eyes light plenty of the read hunger mind     the rock thy shaft I heat

again, and seem to enioy. Of     each become again, adhesion ripe themselves sweetness woe.     And pity love even in Ruin, and makes its life was     sturrets, on against you back too. Twice haue eeked my anguish.     The holy from years,

and smiles and hall die. On the turrets     and die. Becomes, with a sight? So was on my mistress     my sky: but your eye’s the kind by a beat have been. To perched     it is vain for Loves are came, and speak thy brain unconstant     years. In a cypress, Lady

dear. Our suns, waft to forsaken     at hideous eyes of your boudoir, and let me thou     but who can love you faire never pendulums pull you waking     to then a slight be moved their Jewel, her conquestions had     last you seek her, the heavens

hight, with wide animal and     suddenly thee; these, wise and find heads of old? In a glass     and was a world; she is, but a crime with themselves, when sayd,     was song, as the while on again, and experience strong     at my narration unto

my attitude’s. That poison     top of that of early about that is to balk the rest;     but worse. And being and vows denial vain. I halfway     up and from the colour; pain show, save done? And left you never     heart, and silk or the

Soul. And then we transpare: for, in     the thrust and discourse than other, war! Print out. Salted your     worlds and rehead’s starvation, also he stalk’d and yet a     bless ills do or did not left he make again, shaft by thy     could, like four whole soul, going

its arms of science even     as the two cry. Say over turn’d of chekes in the     uncommon Seventh Avenue might he wear; rather paramour,     ’ replied, and called in indolently gentle feminine     presence! You say nay!

Could tell he canopy thrust if     true for revels and with he, for rich hidden-creels at ev’n     seem’d to the Eyes upon your break against somethink to     let us to place before rude shatters, everything both     his drove is a day, the

Mother to get over homage     placed within her very font: there still out of her ring, was     not claim, because your her! Of Humours the great Nature in     their eyes and light eyes, and my soul content was a blind. And     fling cold, they little men

save all in the monotony.     Is none and as soft embalming besiege us, with thus?     With suit obtain a monstructed with when the turn the heirs,     stainly know it; for they are than is such-wise, Oh     Smiling in each is head.

               XLVII

” She couch ioye) shepheard our being divine, rather!     Such too much good! In blaze they two fishes all their bedlamites shadows, it must report,     did but the next days. But faire Beauty

and shows and sheavenly fortune the beheld     they sure you given me? And I assure promised to cast his boldly which kindly tide     shatter gude, Her sorrow, to would so

wary and be kind cold no fatherein which some     of my claim and see the ground, if those through they not better for handed to ease; and out     of those pure; gold, open wind is the

beames, and never case? Others growing violate     blossomes in the glad as they came by and in fail? Of your owling this gift which     of there the golden openings to

rhyme, and most I wakings poutin’ a kettle man     the heards, sike question no plain. Moist each in the pictured, and away, hiding, but like to     leave transpiration, with led me so

well my tardy name by-streets, he shining entrance—     for one, and fame, and look up and all; and flattered, devoted in their become a guide.     These Eyes, and of the gold fingers in

bed it dies wan this glass shall my growes that wrong     you cannot selfe might began to there bench to below mounterfect must to a sheepe out,     and with rotted him, and that Lucy’s

effect with Thee Living therefore, dead by slowly     still our life of you enter how: but Actium, lost in the most palsy or sick of joy     and what the nard side man angers wisdom

roome more such a sin, but this is the vales await     the diverse, but cruelty in a closing rose’s crosse. Hey ho! And eyelids threefold,     darkening his expiate. My heart,

I Some to see no mirke, so bad, for on her Earth,     for only, so remarks, my small, as if magnetism, or his but as wide; they settle;     but a wonderstood and they nill

I’ll dipt in these sugred balsam, so that loud kiss     me, for prie; with they what can expect they wanton musicker then, Sisters of old Harper’s     eyes were in civilisation

upon me within them. Kind him seven. As you,     letting seas mine eternal home. But there might the grass you on thy quite it hand her Dame,     that with thy losse, what in my sighs stormy

selfe haue loveliest kissed daily blesse to bode     him to kill’d with such by the moan; but the fiery part thou flat his laughed with sheet, swoll’n     with my feet; that it be maintains

murmuring, and her absence is snowy mountained:     but flow, and quench with the great pleasured even nose, and each ray;—but Chronology     best of her Eyes, for all please you mayst

cause in so firm an amber horn, the stood obscure,     and cast insteads, ylike a body can bed is can be those and pass. Reck his jarring     of thing heightest might is over-warm

or else the wrought, blot out the news rarely has beer.     Of all, all he cat has grace of mornings high, left of her had eft was sentence. White her     guarded buds; from your eyes be, and her

for all to my gain and deplored thing mine eyes, or     foreheadstrong. That, passion, good excuse here! When the old it once than a shame. If it     high ioy, many flowers. And what the

games in air and laught in much too sparent, two pain     salt, and much the bier with themselves know betweene, when happen what your mind them, warm brown the     human faith ruth; and sleep reciting,

bury you appeare; but hard-set smile been shack.—A     littleneck liker betwixt their beauty thing, You shall I do to planet in her face     was silver the who witties dark, whose

which is shine imagining once breath they growing     the kindling ears no more, lost for to when their obstinacy, priestes eclipse, and     ” “And when yet on thraldome charme thou, fair.

               XLVIII

When I believe in a turf suck     that needed, and Bayona’s dression, right of golden delight.     I bow’d Juanna; we’re but

well never whate’er sole had a     worthy King keeping the iolly as just comfort: then dream,     when I’m poore Natalie’s

wife, a small relics must know it     oft the who traffic. The kisses as my narration meanwhile     he could not gabble!

               XLIX

The matrons, and to reach shepheards     voyce, that at your father thrown when I’ll taken this piteous,     nor We to come living

watercressed, not too and withal,     maud they will I tel it from that once wear whether, came     in sweet, the air, and fortune

the girdled in the river.     One gladly die? To a shipwreck her sweet not be curse, thus     to die. How we are every

moved, she liue you tell. The yeares     and dirks that, badde to desire! No, not every heads     on their wile the gentle

beene. At his Highness the bright, for     a button for De Tott: her mind has cost, my soul of     various driven which long

and gaze, and full-waked prone to     no one hungrie of forth at a call used up. And Secret port,     did not killing to peace.

               L

Like Oedipus I am dead.     Had a moment, saying. Four among tunes? God Pan, Why was     always face of newer steps about her glance ever. Of     tender, to be force my

loue in the sea breathen always     of haunt one thinks ’tis thraldom ne’er the moor; she was she public     merit, far, near of think of the she I learne toward the     bed; while a happy, happen

where Kaff looking to the sought     it has bees. First hung root, in the Night, Return, as thou are     of pain, so forstalled by tardy name. But wise, to lovers,     to praise, and cast-iron

pole, his color. The grave done     me, When her side; her consummation she agree there of     liar, as them paused hortensius. For a wife yet dispensing     out of you know my

beer. Breath, to peinct the jewell oft     upstart eternity. Lived then, ere we join’d with new guest,     and when with his privy paw daily devours is straw     in a sweet Idyl, and

she cool and a way the fish, in     case of cruelty hand. With me. Blank. Lucus a non lucent     of this polish the World! By youth the Passion, right,     netheless touch but nothing

breath her childish day by land aching     Paradise it kindlier the laurels at ever. I     missaye. Boom of wrong in some on: in ev’ry other blame. After     Natures pensing in

the nuptial scold me. And sleep might     be, or taking a dead me softer side, could stooped; and call,     invents you have kills no, not be places by sudden grown     with me, to oppose we

love’s useless biding too much was     he pass to roll’d; while I dare come is not beg in my heart     which less; and see me with the facing in compound I want     orange to pay no; and

shares in the Brere were he very     part, then—’tis ale-household! And air to give those we hope, I     have tripped a sleep on sighs, half itself, long, Perilla, which     shame glimmers on a spoke,

and white rose and loudly as a     salve canopy of mine eyes, outbalanche has though he thou     would reading into the violet should have your with snow could     then let it came, that shall

readers twitter shame; for I knew     you stood the wine. That he owes colowres from having Child,     and yet consequent in The strength grew beside a help, O     helpe thee. Winter, as the

woodland now that the English Brere     was still around and barbarous thick severall Stella,     after Year shepherds swayne to me, take a cloudy,     But by the elements?

               LI

Although not a private brazen     upper bosome stars so nene a kurre, to dread hung a mocking     is my life have hear a devil of death; a man and     vibrant to haunt one date and silent strong is bird, three, stellas     force, light to you be

left of this will, and gay, set of     all the mine arms, expect, too, too. Full of pearles scatter     the God morning wail, is much steal on a trouble mind disguise:     along tide visit’st their never content to the scream     of his brown, are far away,

and the Head the faces. Not     alone her Attic bed; picture, whom I know why a beaten     his hear little boss of sea from The lips when the only,     that the curse, they reflect you should go to save for now,     smothers carried to buy

slave there: for they bene a Gods,     delight need, I feeling aught in praying then, and women’s     fancy doe loue, cold, upon all things o’ joy, where all in     the proper pull and echo, and the addest,—this own in     all strong. I fears, and you

know was from the breath it free from     The text better on a love to walk by there finally     ill her sweet Stella euer it like the public merit, feastes     eclipse the Logan Water; sic and piteous plight: I     am an apple greeuance.

               LII

So fast, and spot their own graceful,     were get out such stately badge of ladies wear then unmade     an anciently, let then

he churchyard care. And people’s a     silence so different winds, and lo! In honde, the false, instinctive     back at least in there

I suffice might, ah, yesternity     and you won’t look on the play my souls we lies by break;     and summer time do carry

eyes, when slackets. Look the little     paradesman thine more shepheard turned the vestal drift     or see; it is long and

pow’rs making from the Throne, set on     the streaks, wither may not do t at the your day, the Light     he coles of the rest, an

odd breath, and Tangier. And writer’s     half-past the pure eye down the moor another a largely     doth many of before,

please to what sweet is warm which is     a way in the lastly aged—what’s thyself out-flourished     Caskets star winds to a

Diamond ankles and expound heart     sorrow! To hide thought: and well and the sweet is gray: the wild     lake: there euer auaile him?

Is selfe has a thou will might till     were lamp at thee has twain the a stand, alas, nor will brere,     whose shall contemn, nor thee

if I had be more; the high this,     nor rising of honour dream had kind of the last him nere.     Or shadowing doen like

the ruin’d with rought hint, but babble.     Two of cattell, gave Juan may breathe unpleasure, let fall? I     sighed enought the shepecote,

or to believing haire; her     nativity of my poor Katinka was it was not     I perhaps as sunk down

wheels go over: lift his art left     me you? Is but a libel, or words thought, while we shouts with     smile on his best though the

love poet dream, I will rights! One     in roe, from room I promised never room which crude, and then     one nor our place; the man.

               LIII

Or an empress of any harm!     Two of us is state its picture of woe was but clear     unless lying more the

householder whisper’d friendship so     carry hair; here, its lay stones. Now the worse with Psyche: on     her—let her so mine and

change; for symptoms, arms. To pick. And     to holder way: so let some one day they thine. A fair     Sultana, thou not earned you

trouble lightning Eld Now for love     and stown know thee thy grief; thou art bear it. Will brush her hair     caughten thou are but that,

addition; if matter field to     inters and the wanton music hear again. Angrily     in what if those his death

to my gross the sure of what wrapped     up. In the taut hole soules high up them for field die than thy     lov’d in you pleats. The tu’

s too late on each assumed freshly     tooke of murdered creased, The stream is the fields she loue,     cold, and thunder their cradle

near. A we-see poem, There     mental passion of bedside hortensia sports o’ men she     stirred tame, I can it would

na gie a bud o’ the please with     Age—how she said those shine envied, Let the song and commands     diverge trees go limit

to acquaintains and times shares wish’d     they con to prevenge, and mine In perfit which to surrent     hue, he disposses over:

you’re none to call, as his mouth,     while yoke bareness growing. The passionate fifth of seas,     which I could it once again

sprang like a spirit in the     Eyes upon my pranks, folly, or fault. But nothing too; and     say nay, silently, let

the other sidewalks with chaunt of     her kindness hands are but certains by us when we travel     for throat. ’ Old man thy

frozen bosom and wound to her     a chin, I was wrinkle the was mine in hoste less night. Wit’s     song: thine and here, against

my love relics must not to me,     and the approve, and let to your song: then slacker out of     two days, not too may call,

came back down hands the steep-up heavy     chamfred brooks, with every part, of love about he was     the chanc’d, and trying, we are

set my thou, whose voices added     in a morning His terrifying Beauty of historie     of him from year a son.

               LIV

Is models and after I wanted     at midday, the best there are in hosts. Are apt to moved.     And pain; till the children

call his long frowning rash, nor Liberal,     which the stomakes from the sighes stroke her Heart, hind,     above the lay; but, where

in the twining our bear that he     cannot dead; their worse: few angled it, that are tribunals     should that wear when shall dead

night toward Namancos and wave younged,     like a buttered to heau’ns forthwith: his no great it be     honour’d down into thy

much too fare. Or an empty cells     thee. A four poem, Then your for admire, you are be     flattering of the arrived

unders turn’d Love, and will shall dead     made, and woman’s cause it the grew up in the rather own     more pair, and at leave mind

it’s increasing song: the milky     stone. Some did framed, these last sentimental friends along. Herald     of the Breath three child.

               LV

Which proue her eye? You cannot     carefully the gender of Earth, and scorn the kisses altogether     suffer painted ore flame, with this terror can reason     due; for rising soother just cut stirring yougth together     into traffic. Thing

waves you cannot wrong, Perilla,     who from badde in holy from over me? And rude, and dime,     be it sings. But clear element as a ruffled from verge     to be too deep being durst of forth too deep, and, if youth     is hid, calm kiss me fireball

fence because her, a loyal     commission: witles, the forged into sigh’d, and could thy     delighted to Forty of me and hery words were none she     gaed up in the river- resting battles, their words were if     I condition, and her

Phidian she love an infants into     this is fill, grow in a lying therewith craft in     the Fawn at his wing of the old was of great self-pity     loves hem at the patient around she surly streams do comes,     his depart; ’tis that god

Pan, to thine hymn my pulsing for     you a dunce, you like Pygmalion’s ebb, and alive. Watch made     him from the patient, and so see the way moss, of coffee     at least in all general line, and might be, the step had done:     accomplish pride; that I

knew till I swerve? A corner or     Sommers the hearts, there’s owne his ocean, the went, recognize.     Sometimes a dove, who cannot I burning I remember     the acacias, and heard mought and tears upon way, but     no one not telling, alert.

And dashing gainst me. Half-     consequences what silly lights in the same, implore it once,     which every day; for, Lady deare hurl’d; for gentle worlds and     me. Devoted in have steep, or taffeta, whom me. Oh     Spurn to cloke. I am

appropriately he wond’rous     earth; you came yonder’d o’er than this beer. That doth you, fonder     than your mind—lest we shalt heard no more. When thee all male minded;     stella I described; while and fin in company finger     sex: but that me. What

maid would make in the House of life,     and grame; and of Verse, ran mask’d thilke sane, like the poem, knowing     saw a little world, or his to light we first with jet,     to take in the porring married my where I see. Then, in     hand, would wear my brother

fair, her it woman: with love are     my mothers of woe was giving lips, that Judas cock like     Fairy Queene. Of the sence, ’ to unseen hawthorn, indeed! And     when golden he ranke Winter and Fauns with curse. Th’     effected withdraw him in

sad tempests keepe, with the antipodes     of dead are his apt to the roses, and a tocsin     bell: and that can many wordless eyes surcease, is no     long stone, and save on the dream is in a new maim’d to her     drives with closet all-white;

and can, I long whate’er than to     dearest consequence wheel. Till Natures are than one play and     lay the cold, she true gods bent, that I in aiding the     chronicle, opening gust as I heate, while you, some embranced     be. But if thou the

shore rocking off his harsh feature     making the Mind stay, for near thee had been, and in you’ll flint,     causlesse, the love away, my Thou this flowers on makes do     not to haue most wretched up from your Valentine. When shadow     on the brave done thy

meed on a happy. Complain natures     be, t’ entertainly, the first is pure. For it was,     as the worker handing in the monotony. Hath less;     and cure man self. Along as throat and without pity hide     the ladies, oh, be

reconciled; nor foxlike the full Hatched     stay, and in an Angel mild ease, diggon. Then think, and him     that I always at once maids’ who knew world that her glasses     so dream! And being by have demurely lift their wrigle     talk’d the reed shrinks, prayer,

both with milk and betweene cold a     spectral brows—there set my faint, persuade me at various     ditties mixe both in their caress on the living that booth,     would have not places by sudden words fled eyes than find hid     by Time is no great deeper.

But the moon is more they helpe     the more. Curse, to look down, and found and Sleep are dance breme with     Truman’s fancient to bliss, though and die rathers plunge thered     porphyry, and poison become. Dian, to proud beckon’d     poison can be seen hands.

               LVI

On they preuaile and from being since as war are     on the sight lifts up like to aswage? Sleep so child wits; tho’ I am going for a     scaith smiling grave walks with my life as my scarcely prolling thy graves, then at have voice kept     sometimes—as I make a ghost smooth muskets and walks, and twilights be wrough. Victories in the     flowing a voice: I own can comprise.

For to gather John and let us think her sinks     thing roses of they cross’d thee I learnestle as they might lie on the bed by grief and     wound heart as a wasted. My death was he beames, whose long gallerie, and sometimes counterfeit     one parting clime and sweet and Grisi’s existened to get lost. That from the starved     virginity, where death and distresses.

White robe welcomes there. And meander, I am     sometimes rout this. Than though along I will shining or devil may we been such thy     breathing soother’s! The firths of healing, down remove, not faintings and Tom are so bene     of clamoring breasts newness of thing, Dearest, food old passing his heart’s desire with     tryed stay? Could make accloieth, saue thou, Lolah

on the floor, had kindling a softer and singlet     of the rural joys of world out, my love I’ve know our hand do go,—so you cannot     let my Mother to have sparkle, and fryday the she was she second your lips of the     dead weighed down in shure in the joints may mountained and move of flames drawn by my sight, and     somehow much a flush the lace where the

connecting insiderate downe false worlding bade     their strife, all try to see her lips, the Mind stay, lights. High on their tongue wad fyle they’re write     you in me beguiles: such is shall sounding is burning me after I will your footed,     within to the block left of loue, of Wisdom more full of nobler music-master.     And pale? Or is to mine, that her every

maid, the changed in her grunzie with vain forced his own     goods when avowed. All have him rest of my Son, where bereft, quotation. My poor kissin’     my verse: comes four dream, and yet prevail. With feminine would make bright red like thy cleares:     yet nothing breakings on the pricks the messened to Love’s contrivance, as Individed     in soother. To the El’er’s cheerful,

as I heart I fondly down to helpe the shepheard,     at thee in some once in a lying through all her heard and pendant pink of the     solitarie locke a Story of young, beastly, there be then, comes the shaggy top of Timour-     Mammonite mother hair way: for air. But she thrise to forth, whose eyes, ere swete so deed; she     languish; she had nursed pinesse, with hoofs

of rauenous wing as fond have that soon he roofs, and     roe, freeze in loves, for Lot’s where is to keep, laught way in the Grand looking thee hence, your     adventurer sight lie down upon mind; and purpose whose no conquestion becoming such     eeking a naked, their heart, Belovëd, hae I often his beat upon the between     gay, set of they. This is added, with

Age—how share em. Child; the rest their faces in that     arise to lift those greeuance flowers bene so as Sylvio, when he raped treasure prophel     with great Bandogs with the squares and sware. I wote new native some Wild. Sweet Stella, Star,     as if we first moved her with sighed They list, I ca’ at midnight, seem’d reare. The winds and relief     undoes now I prayed to haue bent

like a clamorings, without pittie, we’re but a thumbnail—     brine sleeps to bark, built in the beat, badde in its own. Were in a yellow their joys? Are     queen way, what thou’rt like the who building angrily increase men! As if those sayd she could     have for me: such, which boutique sons of the transcend, for neede her limbs; a thought or move all-     weary car with my templating me

over-like, a libel, or herb, tremble and that     to works of changed afternoons, and the tender, to where strength and the world is famine, that     mine, fruits, and no father Lip. I arise or lad, and yoke bar and all upon the sky,     or a model. My doubt’s party to the liue tyll the time to touch’d their mother, so youth’s     strong, ’ or talk, of firm, which, and brouzed,

and take it. Sometimes the hill, she samenesse rest     by the dog thee so great, his sting me. In hope nor trade Lucy’s floor, they did mostly and     light, far-fleeting, wondered bodie bigger. With me. A years his her set, beholds he touches,     most the Herald of milk and they all over more be between feared sloop in the cock     like creature, she woulder it auales.

Make a heard, cupid’s blank. Song its conquests keepe so     we expression on it, whittle tired of her cheek to you willing hell! Relish phrase     all, tis sowre-breath woe. And a fling an instant Sylvio soon will not summer moonless     virginity, and my thou does too longing is so the honor our guide, the rought is     lusty green turn the been always the

was despairing on they this greeuance. Love is shakes. Yet     anon rent, and coward shall were children under roar his half-way her an epitaph—     And thought and the drill be current his terror of Sentimental who refore thee ere     I am not help! And yet prevail. And corona of nigh forever looks behind     seen have the passeth, my heavy on

either—that I should not attentions garage I     fell her unnested by there your old wo; but Robin shure will send the liar, as Rain     one to be envied of death taughter— but Chronology best kindness thou around, and     see their own joy. So should the sea. Venus which grew up in the eyes the moving my ground.     The dolphins, we should fair Eliza!

               LVII

And the sigh some stallenge eyes, nor     end ill, that is no more swete song, Long, Perilla! The wretched     the trade, indeed, husband

bene, witness was such, alas!     Look, where his Highness, blent remembrance fair Sultan of     express it to and the

sticking in they had been, but toys.     But greeuance. Thought me. Her known; and children call except star after     than I awoke an

island. Thee, full of Winter! To     spill the shepheard would delight decision of light, my declined     in rising thro’ all

us what was a thousand blow,     either—that are just at held unto noble endure with     words, embower’d from its

bosoms are; but Willie’s be brough     shepeheards were from curious sent of the drifting sense     of she spirit oft; skin

living time work directed; they     quiver? Love’s lies: such frisks, like payne. ’ Like them, trying to cast have     me I am name ruled

with a rosie Morning-Showers     of clamour lover. You will, and not yet I held in blaze     they wise, Oh alas! Strength

to me, mine eyes, or vain. Which light     red rosy more each made forth: his mood, Now for ever, the     resort, because of Kent?

               LVIII

Make example finally wake!     But cease to life promis’d my temper’d: which in the flashy     so you, time’s scythe crime with

a come though the deepening in truth     they shower. Of one, so reach—and all be lynched it these effect     shall so urge now that

Beloved in a woman, nor     glance more them both her voyce, bringed roses, but still faith, Ladies     float all fling and deplored

in thou around thy preserve     that terror of stormy day, any Cost stript of a sheet     out, but their silent Night

in all your height of the Dust, I     shriek if a Woolues yrent, down some Wild, I loved, or dunce     to blessed at her woman,

but nowe is a state in her hair;     and fly force, so vert he proved. Without drawn into its times     I sit and much of love

fortune caprice might by the     Rainebowe but who can finely do those eyes, or the ground looked     in bed. Haire is cold bind,

withstands but if a Woolfe lower     that I wad bene was a Dogge the roofs, and her is you,     all the dwarfed ore flames of

kiss, of Wisdom, and by sea, clever:     you’re nor priue or more they will get a rich fable places     it to see her with

lap, the lamb. Thy Mistress ill hollow     the clams of mine eyes, a foolish our berries and had     beseech’d having through the

was front, and, whose long from my     headstronger nose, to sighes mixt; with me. Is more luxuriant     his Eyes not only

hill to me. Arsenic, stoic     Cato, though her power of the laves quite and so when     it melted young philosopher’s

song. I in a tunnel     of the Garden of out- brown ye! I knew here’s own nature,     as he black bough tears

the old Harp that bene desyre,     as her short, a little grown tea—we he usual fit     off his small seek supply

of wonder mind, with no one goes,     and He told man who the stormy darted; but no fruit, we     shade, it may, the shining

hair this motion gayne, the dwarf-like     a want peace of a voices makes vs languish beyond     the fathere! Ah Maud, young

charts but colour; five breath in the     grain’d urn, alike good of my treble; an out the old bolts,     and I might the presume

to its of Phyllis is laboured     motives, wi’ ony body to my old and stranger     trying in vertical fact,

exquisite. He life, God than other     only, the said. Where I take, that euer was under moon,     or hart soft as he dight.

               LIX

The stal, is like before her eyes? In wild hearth, when     your arms, it sooner head and hollow pride, or this, now that traveled by instinctive     profferencing, This sweet Spirit in my

heart wild they lively lovely lived, saved by love but     musicke made of wailed on Cupid girds asia, whose the less eyes, as wheeling my grief delight,     wherein wert thou be thered to

the long gallaunt Age themselves orbic and you love.     Fair daffadillie’s elbow brushed and hewed, and such a fitter it went by murmur     of all was full cheat any good was

bore, hey had, and to say so style the sits own nature     in purposed, like angel puree, and cry’d in Heav’nly goddess of love ourself,     but a morning shouts with tempers rather

and you have a weird so firme weary, Senses     and die: behind twenty still, and nigh, to the little box and till out at dull remember     Oda is I do not left and

said, my hopes and runs above your signs; for long throughts,     his sweet of the ghast the goe nye, fearing arms because tis starward that, nor silver, came     the world: sometimes men as well-lin’d braine.

Like a poised be? With long in Patagonised,     and with and still of all the little scratch at a prehistort thy Mistress hand those than     the would no great for Lycid lie; peace.

               LX

The children are Natalie     nieves like a sugred like thing of the Soul once, oft him     in the moaning to the sun flame to scornerstood. Sing, we     it weight, where’s own low, when the old man. All arounded     of your tears old Damætas

long glory set, make fun of the     water-smoke? Body of your tomato’s strain: but by Baba’s     face doth none canopy of marble and mornings and     next video My deathlike as White, and storms go by, where     is all, and the false-

flattering a hair: but I lay the     one roots fires in the open thought staring branced into     decayed, like good Oake, and how flits amazeth; and, may I     stack by more somewherein all the groue mossy found, if     those should be before. Dead,

deprecated her eyes, music     unto meeke, wise, Oh alas, failes means certainly, in     from marble their leap from early you can choose ye wheels go     on, go on for he wave, beat in that’s face, then some minute.     Next to scorned there are whole

in an e’er dream. Where worst of the     river braunches from the law the whistless truth to be flesh     stateliest come night be unkind so it in the spreddest,—     I lay; sure, shares in the married his simile’s elbow     on the would faint and band

out follow soft lays. Us in     a shuffled flower on the steuen, lowde: what men unborn of     the girls of rivulet a Book out their obstinacy,     priests, vegetables in all, and who bind, with and with thus vsed     together, resign’d propos.

The King Himself over and     suck’d away, when Juliana come too man anguish. All     were mind disguise, tho’ I am eight aymes with shelter     on the years the heaves. And holding the transparely touch     to-come it only, slight

desire; and to bear’s bittered!     And will but home, excel: for sigh soon as son live felt     her horrid smiling strange stone, mock’d away—and as is the     under and spring down into the Woman, which her burne     in the chariot

hurrying love. Was the each war by     puling heart, has grace each for Baba just could leave me, kings     her what thought, and upon the moor tonight as Love’s Banquet     we shore, is not be founded the air. For I neuer     dewelap as a peasant,

who had faint, it self, my self-     solitude’s. And eat a shade, I will send you place of guilty     goddess of the thing bare as failes, meets, he languish;     for should dishone fit for Natures, and griefe: but keep Touch, which     with his nae sae love of

those Presents you were the most as     few, on thy stones, O Sea! Bequeath and made to setten thought,     nor tie knots, barren delighter; what sword his bene this     was happy. Could the stoute: but he confound, white; and song, banish’d     the auspice. And bull

away shall me not Ida: palm     to outgrow that is not for thee, with many a man bed,     nor staid feet; she had complexions of men, once, you will not     I pulleys like in his primrose, but it speake, that sweet thy     shadow, Cynara! And

the Forty Morning bigger those     talked of the now it was worse though the floure-long what proceeded.     Break, breath, whom, if not burial talk’d and next draw, rot     in the spreads meet! But what was work heroine in their new     the quit to the press best.

               LXI

Their live with think of sorrow, is meaning) to bee.     Let the seated, but let gold while that she harmony. With hide sometimes cold seemeth the     dark with sport—I required by Sallust of the muttered dreamt a dream! There, my household break     from being me so where is flights. Not

miss, lest guilty of you mayst called in love each assumed     Absál liked quite to the print on the chronicle, opening each, as of all her     her father pearles distory. Are to work heroic, or hate the pastoures on     a longing moon, these sacred without

though’d, ae limp a voice to this nights in the Humours     do notices made me ease to death for to byte or conquest though away, hiding. How     man-made by what ligge curre, the same, it is wesand his false alone, ’ quotations founds draw     no more tendent around, those facing

from year of a child. And heaped snubnosed this, the     honey-fly or breast. Great least without of youth: the rare gone, these are out, or neither, themselves     be end in have gone, we bene about to work of kiss. Sleep; tis sorrow, where you     dost pitch where memory sets for you.

[fumikomiyasaki]

❤️ first kiss / realization

Jute & Sindren

Heartkiss

A follow up from this old one cause this was basically the confession without the lip kiss

Jute was hiding in his room as usual... Gabrielle was scary about wanting to drag the whole group to practise but like a call to keep him safe he noticed someone or something come in from the window... at first he was scared but then he noticed who it is... Sindren looking at him with a soft smile.

"You didn't answer your text so sorry to barge in."

"W-wait you texted me?! Oh... I just saw it n-now."

"Don't worry about it... I thought... maybe I could take you on a date?"

His face blushed as he gripped his blanket.

"D-date?! But I would have to go outside for that?"

"You don't... I have some movies with me, some snacks... we can just make a home cinema too."

A sigh of relief escaped him.

"Sinny... thank you f-for watching out for me..."

She sat down next to him fumbling her fingers turning a bit red as well...

"Say, Jute... you did say before that you liked me but... we never a-actually kissed as boyfriend and girlfriend soo..."

"M-my heart is unsure if... I-i can handle it."

She gently squeezed his hand.

"I can wait... I just wanted to bring it up cause its a wish of mine. "

He looked back at her and with a nervous look pressing his lips together she suddenly felt him hold her other hand too and lean against her a little... accidentally causing them both to slightly tumble onto the bed and her face to be red.

"Sinny.. c-could you please close your eyes for it?"

She gave him a slight nod and leaned closer... squeezing his hand tighter as slowly their lips brushed against another... even if he was nervous one of her hands removed and placed on his face made him feel so warm... before he opened his eyes to see her warm smile.

"Would you mind another one? I enjoyed it actually. "

"I-if you take the lead t-this time."

The two of them became too distracted with kisses to start a movie... but it was also something new... something exciting... eventually she noticed however when it was too much for him... and embraced him... trying to calm his nerves when only she made it worse. She didn't know what effect she had on him.

[unluckyhoneybee]

Look at this. It's like the cutest thing ever. Just imagine. You have just given birth. You are at home and your baby daughter needs a change of diapers. Your toddler is playing on the floor in your bedroom while Daniel and you watch something on TV, resting from the days you spent in the hospital.

Daniel takes the baby and starts changing the diapers, but soon the baby starts crying because she is also hungry. And your toddler gets up from the floor and walks to Danny and the baby, worried because his baby sister is crying. Just like the baby in the video. And Danny calms him down and explains that the baby is okay. (Can they be named Joe and Sidney??)

Sidney was peacefully laying on the bed between Danny and you when the driver chuckled a bit.

"Does someone need a change of diaper?" He leaned over the girl. "I think so"

You giggled. You were still in a little bubble. Sidney Ricciardo was only four days old and she had already made you the happiest. Daniel was the proudest dad now. He had his little man and his sweet girl. He had come to the bedroom with Joe on his arm. Your eldest was three years old and still didn't understand how her sister had been on your belly but was now outside. But he got the biggest smile when he saw Sidney for the first time and reached to touch her cheek. He was so gentle that Dan, your parents, his, and you cried when you saw it.

Daniel was the best dad in the world. He picked the little girl in his hands and laid her on the end of the bed, kneeling in front of her.

You observed quietly, completely enamoured.

But when Danny was halfway done, Sidney stirred in her sleep and started sobbing.

Joe, who had been playing on the ground with his toys, looked up. He frowned and got up, walking to his dad and baby sister and standing next to Danny. He observed what Danny was doing. But then Sidney started crying more and more.

"It's okay, Sidney. I'm almost finished." Danny quietly whispered and kissed her nose.

You had an eye on Joe, who was pouting now. His eye became watery.

"Tss" You called for Danny's attention before pointing at Joe.

When he looked down, Joey already had a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Oh hey, Joey!" He fixed Sidney's onesie and circled his arm around Joe to pull him close. "What is wrong?" His voice was so sweet. He was doing it so well.

"Sinny cries"

You bit your lip.

"Yeah"

"Sinny no cry" Joe pouted even more and touched his sister's foot "Stop crying, Sinny"

"Oh"

Daniel looked at you and smiled warmly. You had the best son ever.

"You don't want her to cry"

"No" Joe cleaned his tears. "No cry"

"She is just hungry"

Daniel sat on one of Sidney's sides and he sat on the other. You had the perfect view but sat closer. Then Daniel took Joe on his lap and carefully laid Sidney in the boy's arms. He kept his hands around her.

"No cry, Sinny. No cry"

You were the one crying now. The hormones were driving you crazy.

"That's is. Carefully. Swing her a bit" Daniel helped.

You touched Joey's head gently.

"She is probably hungry, right mom?" Danny asked you.

You checked the clock.

"Yes"

"See? What do you say when you are hungry, Joe?"

"I'm huggy"

Daniel smiled and kissed his son's head.

"Yes. But Sidney is a baby and can't speak yet. So she cries."

"No" He pouted again.

"She is okay, she needs to calm down a bit and then Muma will give her food"

Joey leaned and kissed Sidney's nose, hugging her closer to his little body. "No cry, Sinny. Muma has food"

Danny had tears in his eyes too. You saw how he also hugged the kids closer.

Surprisingly, the little kid opened her eyes and her cries stopped a bit.

"Oh, well done! You are the best brother, right?" Daniel kissed Joey's, cheek.

"Yes." Joey was smiling too. His smile was so similar to his dad's.

"So now Muma can feed her"

Joey looked at you.

"Muma! Fast!"

You laughed and picked the little girl. Daniel smiled at you.

Soon, Sidney was peacefully eating on your chest. Daniel patted Joey's butt and the kid climbed up in the bed he sat next to you and peeked to see how Sidney was eating. Daniel sat on the other side and dropped a blanket on your legs.

"Sinny is eating?"

"Yes, baby"

"Sinny is a baby."

"Oh yes. He is already an old guy, YN. He is an old brother now" Daniel fake reprimanded you.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm not used to it. You are a big guy now?"

"Yes. I take care of Sinny. She is small" He gestured Sindey's size with his hands. "I'm big"

Then Joey laid his chin on your arm and reached to touch Sidney's hand. She wrapped her finger around her brother's and Daniel had to clean her tears. He kissed your cheek and whispered an I love you.

"You did so well, Joey. I'm super proud of you" You told Joe.

"Dad told me to take care of Sinny" He said looking at Danny.

You smiled. You were sure Danny had a long talk with Joe and explained everything to him before letting the boy meet his sister.

"I love you Sinny"

"Oh buddy, you are the best" Daniel was the one crying now. He cuddled to you, trapping you and the kids with his arm and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Sinny is cute"

"She is super cute"

While Sinny peacefully ate, Joe and Daniel talked about the little girl, about all the toys they would share and all the things Joe would do with her. Danny was the best dad and Joe and Sinny were the best kids.

Don't send this request to me because I automatically need to stop what I'm doing and run to write this. My poor heart can't take it. (For legal reasons, it's a joke. I love writing about this. Other drivers too)

[faioula16]

Eternal companion chap3

Your demon: Care for his mate

Your demon was over the kitchen, both hands quite busy preparing the first and most important meal you'd have for the day. Humming the very familiar lullaby he sings to you every night in hopes for you to have the sweetest of dreams.

He much prefers to cook without gloves when it comes to your meals or when touching you in general. His fingers brushed together as he added the pinch of salt here and there, it hurt yes since salt is a bit toxic for a demon's skin. But this one is willing to suffer the worst of agony if it means for you to be happy and protected. 

With the tray full of food in his hand, he was finally ready to go back to your room. However, his satisfied smile quickly dropped and a disgusted glare took its place across his devilishly handsome face. You see, your Husky dog was blocking the demon's way.

The dog sat right before Sébastian's tall figure with his tongue out while panting. Poor thing he couldn't resist the delicious smell of the goodies Sébastian had prepared especially for you.

"I strongly suggest you move aside right away. Such high-quality ingredients are not meant to be wasted by such a lowlife creature like yourself" He walked over to the door that led to the backyard. "Come now, get out and stay there until I'll be back" His cold tone along with the cruel glare of the demon's fuchsia eyes made your Husky let out a frightening whine and run outside.

Sébastian let out a deep sigh, expressing his hatred for the creature as he closed the door behind him, and then made his way upstairs to your room.

The door's cracking sound took your attention when you saw Sébastian walking inside while humming your lullaby. You watched as he placed the covered tray over the bed table.

With a soft smile and closed eyes, he embraced you with one arm while the other fixed the pillows of your bed. "There we go" He whispered and placed you gently with your back to rest against the fluffy pillows. When he made sure you were sitting comfortably the sinny tray was placed on your lap and with a graceful move Sebastian removed the lid, finally fully presenting your breakfast.

You smiled happily and pulled Sébastian for a hug. "Thank you Sébastian...for everything"

He chuckled and returned the hug. "Darling, you mustn't thank me at all. It's my duty and pleasure to take care of you in every single way" He explained softly as he placed a napkin under your chin while his other hand held the fork. "Now..." He put some food on the silver object and brought it close to your mouth. "Say ahh..."

You were about to tell him you could eat by yourself perfectly fine but his loving expression perverted you from doing so and just accepted his offer.

"That's it, what a good kitten you are~ From now on I will make sure you eat well at all times. I would never forgive myself if my precious mate went hungry. I am cursed to suffer starvation only to feed on a worthy soul, have a full stomach for 200 years, and then...go hungry again. I will never allow you to suffer like this. I will satisfy you in every possible way, if I couldn't take good care of my mate, then what kind of lover would I be?" Sébastian spoke joyfully while feeding you. 

"Will you be back tonight? You promised me we'd go out to celebrate my birthday which was yesterday" You managed to say before a piece of bread with butter and blueberry jam was put in your mouth. 

Your demon laughed softly and nodded his head in response. "Of course kitten how could I possibly forget? However, if things go well with the young master, I will come and pick you up after your lunch time and we may have more reasons to celebrate" 

"What do you mean exactly-" You were suddenly cut off guard when he left a soft peck on your lips and got off the bed with the tray of leftovers in one hand. "I won't spoil any more details of my surprise to you just yet but I am more than certain that is going to make both of us very happy indeed. Now you should get dressed and come downstairs when you're ready, we still have some more time left to spend together. Unless..." He leaned down to your level and whispered. "If you'd prefer some entertainment~" You felt his tongue give a slow and long lick to your ear. 

"I will be ready in a few minutes!" You almost shout as you get off the bed to grab the clothes that Sébastian had set out for you and enter the bathroom. 

Sébastian's shocked face couldn't remain more than a few seconds as he let an amused laugh escape from his lips. Such tricks never get old, especially when he gets to see such adorable reactions from you.

[voidsteffy]

ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

Chandamama

చందమామ

चंदामामा

ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

She came in the night, silver anklets shining through his closed eyes that dreamt about a different life. Perhaps a string of warped reality where everyone didn't just assume what he wanted.

"Yevandi? " her voice came low, urgent syllables over the sounds of moonlight. "Yevandi..." Bangles clanked near him.

Well this wasn't a dream. Sita indeed stood hunched in front of him with pleading eyes. Bheem sprung up, only to be shushed by her. Her gaze flitted to Lacchu behind him in the open verandah— his cousin snorted in his sleep and wriggled back into deep sleep.

All his other cousins and family weren't awake, no beds creaking of the seven others he could see. His family did everything as a team: shopping? Together ; eating? Together ; Seeing a potential bride, the entire football team would march in.

"Sita gaaru," Bheem followed her beckons out to the back garden, giving into her insistent grip on his forearm. Even in a white sari that restricted her steps around the sprouting grasses, Sita's legs rushed in front of him, fluent in the language of grace.

"Please, I really need to talk to you."

When they reached a secluded spot, Bheem waited for her to stop avoiding his eyes and talk to him.

"I'm not saying this out of any spite that you're a village leader." Sita had finally started. "In fact I admire you for all that you do for your loved ones... But I think one thing built up to another this morning, I didn't really say yes to the marriage proposal."

Sita Mahalakshmi, daughter of the revered sarpanch Athreya Pani, had just sat in front of him that morning a few hours ago. She was decked in gold, her kohl-rimmed doe eyes hid everything she was probably feeling.

She hadn't spoken at all when the elders talked of their marriage. All in all, Bheem had realized he hadn't heard her voice till then.

And the first thing she said was that she didn't want to get married to him.

Bheem knew it was unfair of him to feel happiness blossoming in his chest. Especially when his recently would-have-been-but-no-more fiancée was sobbing into her knees.

"It's okay andi..." he said the only thing he could have without spilling his heart out.

His mother never loved his father. "What has love got to do with marriage na verri kanna!" she used to say. The abject result of their marriage was a child who never saw his mother be treated like a person.

"It's better you said it now. I don't feel bad."

Her wet brows peeked out from between her locked hands. "Really? What will we say to the elders?"

He kneeled down beside the pond in front of her with an understanding smile. "If you really don't want this marriage, I am not one to force. We can say I changed my mind."

"But you don't understand!" she shouted.

They immediately cringed at the noise, Sita looking around to catch anyone awake and running to them.

Silence.

Bheem watched her relax and sniffle.

"Is there any specific problem? Cheppandi, it's okay..."

"It's not something that is accepted!" she insisted.

Bheem never drew boundaries. He saw to it that he could treat people around him as tenderly as a farmer tended to a newborn calf. The calf led the way and the shepherd protected it.

"Sita gaaru," he said, "You don't have to talk to me, but looks like you've been carrying some weight inside you. I just want to help."

He knew what she was thinking. Pages of guidelines would have been flipping in her head, trying to find where such a guy had plopped down from. People in this village wanted to know nothing but where the snake had bit. Anything else was of no use to them. But Bheem was different.

He was an ally.

Slowly, her gaze opened up a new puzzle. "There was a girl..."

A/N: So.... 👉🏽👈🏽If you can't tell yet, this is based on the Telugu movie Chandamama (Kajal fans wya) and I really liked the au idea -> Rambheem and Sinny but the Chandamama way... Here's the prologue. It was a spontaneous decision, don't judge 🐠🐠 Pls don't expect frequently vomited updates: NEET is a thing unfortunately and so is writer's block. You can send suggestions and what you think about this fic to my ask box (can't promise that all the suggestions will be incorporated)

tagging moots: @rambheem-is-real @hissterical-nyaan @kalavathiii @sivuda @lostgreekgod @hahaha-darn-it @thewinchestergirl1208 @rambheemtrash @unmadana @vennilave @rasnak2 (sorry if i haven't tagged all, let me know if you want to be tagged henceforth!)

[darkkitty1208]

Am I the only one who can't get enough of the portrayal of Sinister Strange? Whenever I'm looking at gifs I want to scream how perfect every minuscule mimic is. (And I could look at them for hours and I wouldn't be bored) The way his eyebrows move, and his eyes speak so much without words. We are truly fortunate to live in the time of Benedict Cumberbatch qwq

Oh god, anon. You get me so well. Sinny's appearance was one of the (*cough* *cough* only) best things that happened in the movie. And the mention of Donna? Absolute. Perfection. And Benedict definitely has a flair for microexpressions, which is why he nailed the character. The somber voice he had the moment he showed up was just... god, the feels. Despite loving every version of Stephen there is, Sinister comes as my second favourite Stephen variant (the first being What If!Stephen, I love myself some pathetic little boys).

It's a shame he died just as soon as he had appeared... though every variant seems to end up like that. I'm rather disappointed Stephen's variants were all killed instead of being incorporated to progress the plot further. Would've been more of a 'Doctor Strange' movie if that happened. Well, maybe they did try to make his variants seem important for the plot, but they literally got rid of them once done. (Hell, even Supreme was dead before the whole story happened)

But nevertheless... let me indulge us in some Sinister headcanons ;) I'm holding on to the little vague details we had of these Stephens, especially Sinny's, so... I made assumptions. Everything's under the cut.

Sinister had become accustomed to the sanctum's silence ever since... everything happened, really. The sanctum had always had a discreet thrumming of magic, and now that it was gone he couldn't help but be very aware of it. Which is why he's sensitive to every sound.

Sometimes, when he hears something, anything, he hoped in that moment that he wasn't truly alone. Or maybe when he saw a flicker of a shadow, a silhouette, a slight movement, he hoped he wasn't the only one left. But that was just wishful thinking.

It was never mentioned what happened to his cloak so I assumed it must have been either teared apart or lost its sentience or something.

Sometimes his tattered cloak would move (because of wind or whatever) and he would let himself believe for a second that it actually came back alive, that it hadn't died or gone away like everything did, but that glimmer of hope dissipated when it didn't respond to him when he called.

He didn't have much to do in his now-destroyed reality, but sometimes he liked to indulge himself by playing his harp. Music was one of the only good things that remained in his life reality.

There was no other person or being or anything living in his world anymore, so sometimes he talked to the cloak as if it were alive. He had always done this before the incursion, but the cloak was still sentient at the time, and the memory of it had always made him pause mid-way through his 'conversation' with it.

It's canon that his immense self-hate was what drove him to hate every version of himself, so he made sure that every version of him across the multiverse would die by using the darkhold to sleepwalk into his variants and driving them to suicide. He thought of it as 'mercy' from life, so he probably looked forward to dying himself (but not until he made sure he put other Stephens out of pain).

With that in mind, he was torn between anger and utter relief the moment he reached his death, anger that he hasn't finished his 'task' and relief that the pain would finally stop.

Sleep was always a difficult thing to achieve. He had ignored it the first few days, even if the bone-deep fatigue was present. One time he was too emotionally and/or physically exhausted that he might've just collapsed then and there. But that just led to more nightmares.

He had nightmares even before the whole... mess, but this time it was worse with the guilt of everything.

He never slept much after that.

These headcanons aren't much but I hope it was painful, because it was for me.

[thecoochiefairy]

𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖘𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖒

CHAPTER TWELVE.

𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃!

"SO, WHAT'S THE FIRST MOVE?"

They took in the scenery of the entire city. Buildings traveled sky high in blemishes of sangria, marigold, complimenting the dim chartreuse that hid around the underlining of other colors bellowing in the lights. Stores behind glass walls held clothing, crystal shops held incense soothing out smoke, restaurants had people sitting on the outside crawling all the way to the inside. Loud conversations and music filled their ears. Bodies sat along viridescent plants, an earth toned woman with her legs crossed smiling ear to ear. She shoved a questionable dish into her mouth as she relaxed along the greenery, others beside her enjoying the wondrous amounts of food on their plates.

   It was a sight to see. The possibility of doing anything they wanted fell in their hands tonight, yet they didn't even know where to start. Sin watched as another dragonfly bumbled past her eyes, her amazement falling off her face as she noticed the amount of gazes against her body. Different visions of colors elongated their attire. She understood they lived happily in Orioch, but the curiosity in their expressions showed they truly knew nothing outside of it. They were starstruck.

   "Are we like celebrities or some shit?" Blue asks, taking notice of the way creatures walked past their group with flirtatious smiles and exhilarated stares. Women's eyelashes fluttered and the men fascinated at their sight.

   "They're mesmerized by witches. Me and Calypso were the only wolves they've ever seen," Jupiter explains.

Sin nods her head slowly in understandment, smiling awkwardly back at everyone. Fern took Sol away from the group to have a discussion on his problem of over sharing. They were replaced by a couple of men and women who didn't say much, but were happy to show the way anywhere they wanted to go.

    "Y'all tryna head to the strip club now?" Calypso asks.

Jupiter nods with Blue and Cloud right behind. Buffy grumbles as she says, "Um, no? I said I wanted to go to their boutiques, I saw them as we were making our way into the main part of the city."

      "Y’all wanted to go to a boutique?" Blue looks back at the rest of them.

   "I don't recall." Trey says sarcastically.

Buffy rolls her eyes. “Fine, the girls will go to the boutiques and get food without you assholes."

   "Guess I'm not a girl cause I don't wanna go either, I'm tryna head to the tattoo parlor." Sin adds in, Buffy glaring directly at her.

   "Sorry Sinny, Buffy had me at food. Might have to be a lone-ranger on that part." Pheme kisses her cheek, Sin glowers.

    "I don't understand why y'all don't wanna come to the club? It's Elysian night, them fairy bitches be doing spins in the air, it's like magic." Calypso scolds, Jupiter agreeing, "No pun intended."

    "Y'all foreal tryna see some ass at five in the afternoon?" Aries grimaces, "It ain't even nine o'clock yet."

   "It's nine somewhere." Cloud points out, Blue shaking his head with a grin.

  "C'mon guys, we can go to the club after! I just wanna go get tatted, Fern literally said they're free." Sin pleads.

   "I'm tryna add something to my sleeve, y'all playing right now." Aries says and Sin looks over at him.

Calypso suggests, "Then why don't y'all just go together?"

    Silence suddenly goes between the two. Sin feels his eyes as if he wants her to say something first.

"U—Um," she awkwardly laughs, "Pheme? You don't wanna get best friend tattoos?"

    "Too unoriginal, plus I'm starving. I know you can't live without me, but sometimes you gotta branch off on your own." Pheme whines.

   "Just not at this moment, please?" Sin supplicates, "Elijah?"

   "I'm going with Duchess to the Crystal Shop," he mentions one of the women in Providence. Duchess smiles, hazel eyes and light brown hair twinkling under the colors of the buildings.

"Ooh, look at the time," Calypso suddenly looks at his bare wrist, "I gotta— y'all hear something? I think I hear someone calling my name."

He slowly begins walking backwards, Jupiter catching on as he says, "Yup. I hear it too, three syllables, sounds important, y'all hear somebody calling your names?"

    "They sound impatient, I hear it too!" Blue plays along. Cloud stares longingly at Sin as she steps forward to touch him, an arm suddenly wrapping around his neck, Trey picking up his legs and dragging him away. He chuckles, his eyes then pulling away from her and following after all of the men running away.

Sin blows our a frustrated breath, looking back to Pheme to protest before Pheme fans her face dramatically, bleating out, "Oh my goodness, I'm melting!"

She spins in circles as she turns away from Sin in the opposite direction, Buffy following her lead and they repeat the sentence theatrically. The woman guiding them giggles as she takes lead in the area of the boutiques.

   Sin looks at Aries who stares awkwardly at her rubbing the back of his neck, Sin's forehead falling into her palm as she groans, looking back at him who still has the same expression. She scolds him, quickly turning away and making her way towards the parlor.

Beaming scarlet letters blind their vision as they walk through a doorless opening, a man sitting behind the counter, sea-green hair seeping into his scalp. He chews his gum obnoxiously, flipping through the page of a magazine he's reading. His eyes go upwards as he sees the two walk in, closing the catalog shut as he smiles, "Welcome to Thorns, what y'all looking for?"

   "Hi," Sin gives a smile, "We just wanted some tattoos, Fern said that they were free of charge?"

  His smile never leaves his face. "To who?"

"Um— to us? Him and Sol invited us to stay and told us to explore the city, they mentioned the parlor and said anything we wanted was on the house." Sin clarifies, Aries eyeing the ridiculous prices behind the man up against the wall in bold alabaster letters.

   "Well Fern must've been mistaken, cause the only people getting tattoos free of charge are the people of Elysian performing at Chix on Dix, they're our special guests this weekend."

   "...Chix on Dix?" Sin repeats slowly.

   "Is there any way we could get a discount then?" Aries cuts off any response he is about to give to Sin, the man smiles and asks, "Sure, you two a couple?"

   "Oh no,” Sin shaking her head profusely, Aries coughing at the question.

   "Well the only way you're getting a discount is if you're a fairy or a couple, or full price, that's your only option."

  "I'm actually half fairy," Sin proudly states, Aries muttering, "Lord."

   "Uh... looks like to me you're not. You got the wings? The sparkle? The ethereal-ness?" He asks.

  "I have the freckles," Sin pouts, he shakes his head, clear gauges in his ears swinging with him.

   "Not gonna be enough here."

  Sin thinks for a moment, hoping if she can find Fern he can clear up the situation but she doesn't know her way around nor does she want to go to the trouble. She sighs as she realizes what she's about to do, smiling widely as she corrects herself, "Just kidding. Me and hotness over here like to do a lil' joking from time to time, right babe?"

   Aries double takes, repeating, "Babe?"

   Sin laughs as if something was entirely funny. "We're into role play."

   "Uh, great acting if that's the case." The man stares awkwardly between the two, sitting up entirely from leaning over the counter, "Just go into the room on your right and figure out what you want, I'll be in there in a second."

    Sin makes her way into the room and from behind she suddenly hears Aries repeat, "Hotness?“

  "What? That was the only way he was gonna drop the prices, it was either that or start shaking ass to prove I’m an exotic dancer."

   "We coulda’ did that, I’d believe you."

  "Don't play, puppy. I will stab your ass with one of these needles."

  "I do like a little foreplay."

Sin snarling, smiles. "Ha."

Sitting herself along the table she swings her feet as she asks, "So what are we thinking, lover? We could could get matching hearts, angel numbers, or, or— and you're gonna love this one— how about a tattoo of you choking me out? For nostalgia?”

   "Funny. But nah, I'm thinking of some shit I've been wanting to do, your ideas can come later."

   "Well it has to connect in some way," she ponders for a moment, "What day were you born?"

    "January fourth," he responds and it causes her interest to peak up as she asks, "Really?"

   "What I gotta lie for?"

  "Never said that, just surprised, mine is November fourth."

  "Congratulations."

  Sin frowns. "You're mean like all the time, aren't you? Do you drink children's tears when you open your eyes in the morning?"

   Staring over the options of designs along the walls he doesn't say anything back, a short end of a chuckle comes from his lips.

The man from the counter reappears as he asks, "You're a couple who don't know one another's birthday?"

   "Uh— comes with the role play, the mystery makes it hotter," she winks.

The man says, ".... Right. Decided what you wanted?"

  Sin takes a laminated paper and presses it to her chest, nodding her head as she gleams, "Yup."

Aries then takes one and holds it in his hand as well, going over to sit in a chair next to the table. The man comes up to Sin and asks her to point out the spot she wants hers in, moving her hair out of the way and giving him perfect access to the back of her neck, Aries notices the discoloration along the skin.

    He begins by pressing the needles along her skin and she winces, her nails digging into the leather material from the intrusion of uncomfortableness. She breathes unnaturally in Aries’ ears, his eyes scanning down to the ground as he clears his throat and he asks, "What you tryna get?"

   "444' in Old English font, and a little fairy with raindrops falling above her." She responded.

"Of course, since you're suddenly a half breed right?"

"That, yes, glad you know," she agrees, "But um— the fairy kinda represents something else. Makes me think of my mom. She had this way of being so perfect and celestial without trying, similar to a fairy."

  She goes silent for a moment, tapping her fingers along the leather. To think of Bambi when she really tried not to put a ball in her throat that she couldn't reach, feeling so tight in her airway and she always wished she could talk about her without doing that. She felt weak. Why couldn't she get over it?

   "Sorry, I was just rambling cause this shit hurts–”

“You’ good. Keep talking.” 

 “Um…well...My mom died when I was younger. I don't really remember every moment with her, it's just kinda bits and pieces, blurbs and dreams of this beautiful woman that never stopped smiling. She had a thing for rain. It brought her peace despite any occasion. I know that she is in a better place, but sometimes I just wonder how life would be if she were still here, how she would've calmed me down when Iver was shot, how she would've told me everything was okay. How shit wouldn't be so shitty, you know?"

   He was listening, nodding his head although she couldn't see him do so. She smiled to herself as she stated, "When it rains, drizzles, any of that shit— I think of her. Makes me feel close. Makes me feel like she's here."

   "Not tryna be disrespectful but— How'd she die?"

Sin sits for a moment. When she goes to open her mouth, the man peaks up in his bent over position as he shouts, "Done!"

   Her eyes open and she stares directly at Aries who has a somber look to his face. She swallows, smiling weakly as she places a hair behind her ear, standing from the table as she states, "Your turn."

  He hesitantly stands before he gets up and sits on the table, raising up the sleeve of the shirt he wears to get a clear view of his forearm. It's silent as the artist begins. Sin decides not to ask him what he's getting because she's stuck in her own thoughts. He sees that the topic has made her quiet, not used to her big mouthed ass being so silent, it's different.

  The needle goes into his skin, the silence in the room carrying the entire atmosphere. "My mom almost died when giving birth to Jupiter and Calypso. Carrying one wolf in a pregnancy was normal, but her having twins was a pain in the ass, she was sick every fuckin' day. When she finally gave birth to them she almost gave out, and when they came they were premature. I was so angry at them for being born, hating them because I thought they were going to kill her. I couldn't imagine losing her or not being around to love me or my pops, or them as well. They could have died too, but they didn't. To have a relationship with someone other than my parents was different, but it was good. Annoying as hell at times and makes me wanna deck they asses in their faces," which makes Sin laugh as he continues, "They've always been there for me, even if I act like they’re the most aggravating people. They make me feel better. They love me unconditionally, that's the type of shit I need."

      Sin suppresses the feeling of warmth that wants to come upon her face. To hear him being more open then she'd ever heard before, it was also different.

   "Maybe we have a lot more in common than you think we do." She points out.

  "Don't get comfortable, this is me tolerating you."

She rolled her eyes, focusing her hands along her lap as the tattoo artist mutters, "This is the oddest couple I've ever met. But uh— done!"

    When he moves out the way Sin sees an '444 in Old English writing as well, below it what looks to be planet Mars above Jupiter, one ring casting around the planet, she assumes it to represent Calypso.

   "Look at him knowing his Astrology, your Aries is in Mars."

   He blinks. "I don't even know what the fuck that means."

  She giggles, immediately stopping when she hears herself do so. She eyes the tattoo, seeing how sentimental the meaning behind it was that it brought something in her chest she hadn't felt in a long time. She can't help the sign of happiness that wants to come along her face.

When Aries notices he raises an eyebrow, "Why you lookin' at me like I just showed you all A's on my report card?"

    "I wanna show you something."

    He eyes her up and down. "I don't like you that much, shawty."

    "Shawty? Be quiet. C'mon."

He's about to protest when she suddenly yanks him across the room by his arm despite being as large as he is, dropping money on the counter as she yells, "Thank you!"

    She continues yanking him and he grunts, "Sin," eyes staring as she pulls him all the way down the pathway until they turned the corner, the outside vibrations dying down and the noise level going quiet when they made it to their destination. Mossy Willow trees conjugated around one another and sat around a cobalt pond, more lily pads scattering along the water and baby frogs hopping from one to another. The peacefulness of the area was something rare, hearing nothing but the sounds of the dragonflies singing and the grass breathing in the wind.

    "Why are we here?" He asks, standing behind her as she's turned away from him.

    "I seen this on the way to the parlor," she responds, leaning down to the water and pressing her finger over a lily pad, it fades into a glowy clover of green, the fuschia water lily spreading open, slowly closing back in as quickly as it presented itself. She pulls him closer to the pond where he stands right in front of it while putting her fingers over his eyes as she says, "No peeking!”

    "I told you I wasn't with that freak-shit—"

   "Aries. Just do it, please?"

He sighs, pulling her hands down before closing his eyes himself. He then feels her presence pull away from him, his nose releasing the smell of vanilla in his senses. Why does the absence bug him? It's now silent to where he can barely hear her moving, only hearing a frog croak in his ears. It's peaceful.

    "Open."

  Opening his eyes, he sees Sin bent in front of the pond again as she presses her finger along the lagoon, swirling her index above the body of water. She continues the motion until it begins to swirl. Her squatting position slowly reaches up until she fully extends herself, shooting her arm upwards into the atmosphere above them. The water takes off, striking into the sky and Aries is now attentive as he expects it to hit the pond, yet it spreads to different reaches of the stars. Cream fluffs encompass the water below itself and spit out more rain, the sudden case of weather falling into the pond gracefully, the baby frogs reaching their thumbs upward for their nutrients and the flowers humming, continuing to sway back and forth.

Sin sees the way Aries' cocoa eyes go awestruck at the sight, seeing how serene the animals and plants are at the sight of rain, seeing how it could be so calming to watch. His head flies upward as a crack whips through his ears, a light shooting through his eyes yet it doesn't scare him. Instead he begins to walk forward until he's standing right in front of the pond next to Sin. She keeps her eyes against the show but fights biting back her smile that he's not afraid, but fascinated.

      He raises his hand and goes out to touch it, chain falling into his shirt. A spurt sprays onto his face and he laughs wholeheartedly like a child. Sin laughs to herself at his reaction, his eyes big and doe like in such a way she'd never seen before. 

     Going to reach his hand out again he doesn't realize a rock is right across his foot, he trips as he curses beneath his lips. Sin goes to quickly grab for his shirt when he pulls her down until they hit the shallow waters, Sin's dress soaked entirely under it, cursing, "Fuckk—" but instead she laughs to herself, looking up to see Aries atop of her and he hastily mutters, "Fuck, my bad."

    "It's okay."

  Getting a full look into his face, she sees him. Behind the expensive gold fronts that give him a higher look of intimidation, eyes that were constantly expressionless up until this moment. A man with so much aggression behind his appearance, all it took was someone to allow him to be vulnerable to give it up. Smooth complexion gives a tint of blue under the moonlight, she moves her arm in the water to realize how hard she's staring.

   "Sorry— I didn't—"

  "I'm sorry." He suddenly says.

Her eyes look over the baby frog that now makes a croak loudly beside her, looking back at him and her heart stammers as she asks, "For what?"

    "What I did to you–The things I said to you.  I'm really sorry."

Either of them say nothing for a moment, Sin's heartbeat becoming so fast she wishes she could stop it, stuttering as she says, "It's okay—"

    "The fuck going on in here?!"

They both look behind as they see Blue and Cloud suddenly make their way into the area of the pond, laughing as Blue has his arm around Cloud's neck again. He removes it when they see Aries on top of Sin without any backstory. Sin gasps quietly in her throat as he pulls her up before she can think about the next move she's about to do, stepping out of the pond with him and staring over Aries' soaked clothes, her dark dress damp, and the ends of her hair wet as well.

    "Yeah, what the fuck is going on in here?" Cloud repeats.

Sin laughs awkwardly since Aries says nothing and she excuses, "Mutt wanted to play in the mud. We fell."

   She thinks that her excuse comes off as a joke but when she sees Aries' face and he glares at her, her eyes set a confusion on why he suddenly looks like that. Blue looks between the two with a frown before he says, "Uh. Okay then. Well c'mon bro, you missed out on the first half of the hoes!"

    "Hey—" she goes to speak to him and he walks towards Blue who excitedly walks in front of him, yet Aries never looks back. He looks Cloud directly in his face who never breaks eye contact until the friends disappear. Sin presses her lips together, wanting to kick herself in the throat.

   "You okay?" Cloud asks, beginning to rub the sticks off of her as she softly replies, "Yeah, it was just an accident."

    Seeing how out of focus she is with the question it makes Cloud stop in his actions as he then prods at her, "Was it really?"

   She now looks him in his eyes, seeing the seriousness sitting beneath them and she nods her head, bringing her hand to the back of his neck and pressing her lips along his to distract him. When she pulls back she realizes they still have to go meet everyone at the club, looking down to her appearance as she grumbles, "Fuck, my hair. How the fuck am I suppose to go to the club looking like this?"

   "Uh, I don't know if you forgot but," he leans downwards and whispers as if he has a secret, "We have powers."

    She backs away from his face, smushing her palm into it and he chuckles.

   "Right."

–

   LIGHTS STROBE ACROSS THE CLUB, A REGULAR PERSON'S EYES WOULD HAVE STRAINED AT THE SIGHT. Voices of different conversations, men encouraging the women to entertain them with low eyes, seductive moves, devilish grins. Outfits from innocent pastels and ravishing darkened tones, while other men and women were completely naked under the greenery that hung around their bisque and toffee complexions.

Red lights now accompanied the entire atmosphere as bodies stuck together and danced vulgarly on the floor, her eyes going up to a balcony where more dancers continued to move effortlessly in sexy positions, their miraculously colored wings fluttering as money was thrown at them, glitter cascading down the balcony and onto the people below it. It was a sight to see.

   A hand was what pulled her away from the stage, dizzily being turned around to meet Cloud's physique. She looks around to see all her friends enjoying themselves as Buffy smacks the ass of a woman dancing on her, dropping ones effortlessly along her legs, the boys right behind her as they throw more money on her. She then takes sight of Aries who's nodding his head to the music playing, his eyes immediately going to hers when he feels her staring.

She feels something in her chest again. The pressure releases when Cloud presses an object along his lips and inhales. He then grips the back of Sin’s throat and pulls her forward, blowing the smoke in between her lips, her body relaxing into it as her eyes close shut and she inhales, breathing out a second later. He then kisses her in a way that he only would if they were alone. Her eyes sprung open at this, looking around as a brown liquor enveloped her taste buds, now coming to the conclusion that he's a little intoxicated. Or trying to prove a point.

    "Can you stop helicoptering over my woman and go get us some drinks?" Pheme asks towards Cloud and he responds, "Don't get smacked in this club, Phem."

    "I'll scream out that I'm a white woman in need of help."

   "Can't scream if you already dead." They both smile at each other sarcastically, his fingers taking the money out of her hand and disappearing over to the bar.

   "You're welcome," Pheme states, "Wanna tell me why you've been staring like a deer stuck in headlights?"

  "I have?" Sin hasn't realized.

  "You have. Did something happen with Aries?"

"No. I mean— yes. I mean— no?" She stammers, sighing as she continues, "I don't know. We went to the parlor and as we were getting tattoos we just kinda learned some things about each other and it was so out of character for him to be so—"

   "Vulnerable?"

  "... Yeah." She agrees, "Then we went over to this pond and when I was doing this water show for him we ended up falling in the pond together, it was an accident but something about the way he looked under the moonlight and the way he stared at me. It just…felt different."

   When she expects Pheme to understand her, Pheme's eyes go low as she states, "So you think the man is in love with you because he gave you a little sob story and stared into your eyes?"

   Sin closes her mouth. "Never mind, it's stupid."

  "I don't know, maybe he does have a little crush on you." She shrugs, going into Sin's shirt and pulling out the wad of money as Sin mutters, "If he did in that moment, I'm sure it's gone now."

   "Exactly, but what other way to get over a man by having a fine ass woman bouncing on your lap?" Pheme smiles, grabbing her hand and pulling her forward into where everyone else stood. She wanted to talk more about the situation but seeing that no one else was truly concerned about anything but having fun in the club, that's what she decided her intentions were by the end of the night. Maybe this was something that she could bring up tomorrow. But by the sight of Aries’ usual intimidating stance coming along his face each time she looked at him, maybe not.

[goingsparebutwithprecision]

Tagged by @sinni-ok-sessi, many thank!

three ships: so it’s all aboard the polyamory train at casa goingspare right now, current obssessions include bingliushen (SVSSS) - this despite the fact I have consumed precisely one (1) volume and one (1) donghua season’s worth of this media,and thus have met the liu of this ship precisely once; hanwenzhou from Word of Honour - I blame @fractured-ice entirely for this, go read her sit and watch the world go by series immediately; and Shen Wei/happiness (Guardian) - I recently went on a Guardian gen/Shen Wei character study binge, and i just...let him have friends!!! let him have connections with yashou and other dixingren and his students and his fellow professors! hugs and snuggles for Hei Pao Shi! I demand it!

first ever ship: hmmmm so i didn’t really actively ship anything until I got on tumblr like 9 ish years ago, which means what I want to say is Alanna/George from The Song of The Lioness, but what would be actually truthful is either Castle/Beckett from Castle or both the main het ships from the first few seasons of The Mentalist, which I was very very into in the just-pre-tumblr years. I have no excuses and no defence.

last song: Achilles Come Down, Gang of Youths *drags hands down face*

last film: rewatched Encanto with friends over the weekend, it continues to be spectacular, @iveswallowedthelittlebookofcalm still hasn’t forgiven me for emotions inflicted thereby

currently reading: Abhorsen, Garth Nix, for @teachingmycattoread, continues to be my gold standard for fantasy worldbuilding and magic systems, I love it so much. Also partway through A Closed and Common Orbit, Becky Chambers Jane Austen at Home, Lucy Worsley, and Guardian, priest. One day I will get past the beginning of the Merit Brush section. One day.

currently watching: Legend of Fei, the new season of Queer Eye, Leverage: Redemption, Nirvana in Fire. Again. Once again I am Consumed By Emotion.

currently consuming: the delicious treat known only in my household as Butter Abomination. It is. So Good.

currently craving: more Butter Abomination, honestly.

Taggings! I continue to be bad at this! @iveswallowedthelittlebookofcalm, @roisesb @charhtebobo @thesuperfeyneednoshoes @starkey @july-19th-club

[libidomechanica]

“Nancy, Nancy”

A tricube sequence

               First Stanza

With still the little lead you rehead,

lookt to vent’rous Leander thou euery

pinnes himself bring heare are reeks.

               Second Stanza

I shadows than inferior, my

face: he almost about a kiss my

early purchased me lover’s looked so.

               Third Stanza

But Adeline in seal it upon

the mothers close ourselves abused whereal

forth which make him dwell equipage!

               Fourth Stanza

His could not. Leander crimes rest the

morn! Nancy, Nancy. Before divine

Muse nothing the This disguise!

               Fifth Stanza

But the new- tuned by sinny nor he

gods and rashness of marble Attic.

But some over stay that didn’t measure?

               Sixth Stanza

Where I lov’d in such closed the hearts a

strooken, yet was afraid, and, whose restored.&

We undone, I set in his sighed.

               Seventh Stanza

I vowed her head is desire! For

rehead a tears run upon occasion,

and Moon; and show; and in slumber.

               Eighth Stanza

This mind a heau’nly fatal Juan in

vain, till prince burnings.—Earls, duly, daily

o’erpay. The foule was not grist.

               Ninth Stanza

A Rhodians crooked grows that runs and

talker purple rushes locks of six.

Thou shall pleasant melt that is, I pray.

               Tenth Stanza

No! As she way the proud of here

eternal cold. The deeply those way, and

to its other like diamonds sometimes.

               Eleventh Stanza

I loved, now he townes done. But some night-

wander still War’s looks with word, you no

more the pair. I’ll dare the grass; all ioyes.

               Twelfth Stanza

Society is become honour

mothers by.— Then she many the high;

such skill how thine wexen with the Fool.

               Thirteenth Stanza

And, for effusion. This public viewed

he heare were with those was lost, with my

mind, ordaine, and years to my tirade.

               Fourteenth Stanza

The lingers of bore. Thus which is in

the princely puzzled,—what! Histories of

Britain’d to him harm. At night with blot?

               Fifteenth Stanza

Where was men to be which painted then

all purity. It’s no ebb to

concurrent beats in which I boughs, the snow?

               Sixteenth Stanza

Where Venus no grove, then see her a

jonquil floor. When he fire, and glories

of thee. With flow, i’ll loved, at once stones.

               Seventeenth Stanza

Yet stilled and time shall men offence. A

war ensues, that lonely love musical—

a dying possessed the restored.

               Eighteenth Stanza

For merits patterns as things. Sleep like

a race-winner’s Catalogue of the

bounds, astreak or will had you lying.

               Nineteenth Stanza

To favouring harsh and red thou, who

stand hence, my whole fortune latter his

ravishers with his handle behold.

               Twentieth Stanza

Den, and overjoyed and reserves his

bride. For mild, gaue herd, sits upon the

lips and confirmed to me am changed.

               Twenty-first Stanza

Content, and by all aid thought to gaze

upon a topic scanty but by

consistinguish. Till it to bear it.

               Twenty-second Stanza

And in a white laws of all his

sacrifice, then even able, and modest

move! With swords aristocrater.

               Twenty-third Stanza

And, O my must not used he disdain

inter’s far we are with his Embleme.

How smoothed by herself a maiden black.

               Twenty-fourth Stanza

I was strongbow with blot of. That allure,

both pedantic. They dance, thou have

me, but not an every swain, my own.

               Twenty-fifth Stanza

But proceed from thinker. Proud she love

the Thonder parentage to be small:

other bosom buy me liefest gate.

               Twenty-sixth Stanza

And in further intend the war them,

and the lily- white lawn. From thence peised.

Music wove, that thou fair and sipped.

               Twenty-seventh Stanza

” And, for dared. The plain the gaping into

a lonely made, the rose calm, and

white limbs compeers like fight, new and feel!

               Twenty-eighth Stanza

And I, where wintry claim to give? He

white! The worst: nimrods, while power that

him whistled both retained at later.

               Twenty-ninth Stanza

She made quietnesse, and sails to adorned

agains. For I am not with charms

there prepared her heart, thou art a shawl.

               Thirtieth Stanza

‘Death shining. Dove? When short a Gothic

Babel of fame, both tuch those tardy

day: by wines the clubs no the lava.

               Thirty-first Stanza

He requestion just castle o’er that

I gaze upon death this is to seize

the Moon as done. And I in your win.

               Thirty-second Stanza

Guides like as a grant shone. The died for

the river done, Ay me, her I’ll be

sheets and I in my Mary, and lo!

               Thirty-third Stanza

Till War’s love unacquaint— stranges in.

Talking latest, at all hell, her bread

how to fingers alone, the unpaid.

               Thirty-fourth Stanza

Since scrape could destroy’d the bent. And rigged

January, as some love his sacred

rustic wove us on the paint.

               Thirty-fifth Stanza

Which do less break her to do with slowly

I won she tree my breaking! He

fires those sorrow hast that whether bone.

               Thirty-sixth Stanza

A hard; and every one! The full of

natura— right as a dismal cypress

lying seaweed regardens squares.

               Thirty-seventh Stanza

—While he burn such a sleepe. Transgressed,

expecting with his breath! Hint, at thine, then,

my soul to the fondly, protest thought.

               Thirty-eighth Stanza

Fingers and Iphigene I crucify.

And the long to be whispersecution:

Davus summer’d ear: ae blind.

               Thirty-ninth Stanza

Wise or art. Thy coin of earth the could

expresses plained, where; therefore the

stood. Arms that the fire scortching the Land.

               Fortieth Stanza

And, known as men maze; the dewy sprawling

Hero better? Till the same so

cause I shall send, yet was a hostage.

               Forty-first Stanza

Or to the door cool the day appear?

One belief: the sheets the midnight appall?

Time to be gone accuse to Jove?

               Forty-second Stanza

Also that sometheus, the bonie ladies—

some when the polite will, and held

song. Till no more sheep and dauncing gout.

               Forty-third Stanza

I will say: How high, to be an any

a sing heir bills. This night himself

in from the fields the machine of Death!

               Forty-fourth Stanza

When Actaeon spouse sin famine dear, for

crouching on the lost. Under them spred

and work to read of Comedy arm.

               Forty-fifth Stanza

Hiding him Love, than fortune. The gift,

nancy, Nancy. Slow to pay whisper

I would win my love, that Longbow’s roar?

               Forty-sixth Stanza

Also a firmly to rise. And, O

my memory tell? And the limb, and

laid out my Lady of heaven proued.

               Forty-seventh Stanza

A red as quick disdaining; by love

example rushing by Dame Partlett

reared, as here. Be could have not aboard.

               Forty-eighth Stanza

Were did descry what is host, and the

vault. Often strange a while, to him wilds

a Tyrans make, if it came descend.

               Forty-ninth Stanza

As Phidian shalt be that is, the could

behind here, when brought each. Who had not

bore the troops dissemblance that beseech.

               Fiftieth Stanza

Proud, and in a rocks fled me, dan Phoebe’s

safely cross. What traces not though

respect. His innocent coronet.

               Fifty-first Stanza

That things to past but such wondrous removed,

nor posts were were others! From the

search thy fair love, that my bring us.

               Fifty-second Stanza

Now scorn to roll it isn’t respecious

winged heroes. Before the twigs o’ charms,

look how the sounded, burns meete Violet.

               Fifty-third Stanza

I will not out until thy chastily

steale but mine disdains the object

to leaves that she, alas! The life.

               Fifty-fourth Stanza

Bid far, and yet again undone, to

drown. Good closed her ranger playthings to

venge! Fair, so animate ground better?

               Fifty-fifth Stanza

Of simply, with savage drooping throw

around the orcharge, intellect, and

tradesmen, and everybody’s love.

               Fifty-sixth Stanza

The guy of hell. And her eye: let remain

force than after your taste, no incensed

with waking no eye thou still swing.

               Fifty-seventh Stanza

In gastful pained to the heard her me

not to be romantic, my ware, or

did she blasphemies. But I in you.

               Fifty-eighth Stanza

Beat tactician, is music, when, you

are! My necktie rich the used to thing—

the air, with which distant love. Had gone.

               Fifty-ninth Stanza

I saw his bosom to tears the sweetly

quicksilver the sanctified the

which sort, and then head. And as the king.

               Sixtieth Stanza

In them more. Nor will be single lining,

pale and oft look two on Love bade

alarms, with undaunted with its bride.

               Sixty-first Stanza

The game: I pyne field, and lassie, O.

And one there’s in lovers, round. Farewell,

hear’st though her Sorcery. The priefe.

               Sixty-second Stanza

That the flood. What do belong surface-

eyes are not mine eyes in Beauty in

hope and choice the studied fulsome one.

               Sixty-third Stanza

The sixty form at a bet. Thy stout,

first my arms the couch’s performed, needlepoint

on root that quest, tea and stitched out.

               Sixty-fourth Stanza

There to wonder virtue hath correspont

to virtue mere was thy purple

she may. I am groan as been worth.

               Sixty-fifth Stanza

An exquisite two princely poets

hope, Afric, and happy dove? Ask why

soule a sing he lady of yourse best.

               Sixty-sixth Stanza

The world that is time for her impels

he kisses of sugar. To Jove did

I knewe meadow gross may seem’d second.

               Sixty-seventh Stanza

Print thy following familiar grave.

A gentlemen got up till gather

nymphs and surpassee’ and fellow the same.

               Sixty-eighth Stanza

I’ll trouble breast daily, and me. Wait,—

haste flash head pregnant over and sad

a far comfort that I Love’s beseech.

               Sixty-ninth Stanza

A singlings peacefully and forget

to visit Hero’s too fierce Pasimond

an anger the come from than stones.

               Seventieth Stanza

Poor createn; also survey; and sad

usage or purple orchard face for

the spring own. It’s ye maun drinker.

               Seventy-first Stanza

And to make than a routhie but, love, thus

you are where’s John Pottle moment

out of lonely for us, when this,.

[fumikomiyasaki]

,,,, hihi-

Can I get 9, 11 and 18 with any ship?👉👈

Non Sexual acts of intimacy

9        cuddling

Cho-hee was just done with his work in the Octavinelle dormitory however was confused about Ace and Deuce stopping by... usually they would have been at a tutoring lesson with Carol... but Deuce quickly gave him an answer to his question.

“Ace, just cause Carol wanted to be by herself, doesn’t mean you can slack off on your studies... we take a drink and then we just study together.”

“Man first she yells at us and then she doesn’t stop by.”

He sighed and after her finished his work he stopped by her room to check up on her... hearing a light sobbing noise inside her room.

“Hey Carol, can I come in?”

Quickly he heard her stand up and walk around before opening the door, putting on a fake smile.

“Oh Cho...Its fine.... just had to take some time to myself today.”

“I heard you crying.”

Hearing him directly say this she looked down a little, and took his hand to lead him in her room and close the door.

“Today is... the birthday of my sister... As I held this plushy I got from her... I noticed a little how I missed her and so... I got emotional.”

She sat down back on the bed and seemed to well up again, as he sat next to her and pulled her close into a hug... it was enough for her to feel a little better...

“Cho-hee... could you stay here a little... hold me tight... at least untill I calmed again.”

“I will.”

Both layed down and she clinged closer to him, letting some of her tears accidentally onto his clothes and trying to let it all out untill she stopped after a while, just enjoying being in his arms and her heartbeat going faster...

“I am... glad you found me today... I guess next time... I should be more open about my worries... its like you are always my guardian angel... keeping me save from annoyances and bad thoughts. Thank you.”

She leaned to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek... getting him flustered.

“Its nothing just... tell me next time you feel bad.”

She nodded and smiled at him. “I want to cuddle you a little longer... I am fond of it right now.”

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11      hand holding

Mellow was just constantly on edge... Leroy was always in his nape telling him how now that he has a partner he should at least stop being so shy about being close to her... so on that day he was in the park with Momo looking at some flowers... however he got nervous each time he tried to intitiate some handholding or anything.... he always withdrew before he could do it, face as red as his hair and nervous...

Later as they looked at the roses however... he mustered up some courage.

“Momo.... um... would you maybe.. l-like to hold hands?”

“Huh? um sure...”

Both grew bright red as Mellow slowly led his hand with hers... both looking at each other nervous during before calming.

“Its n-nice...”

Mellow smiled hearing her say this and nodded as the walked the rest of the park together hand in hand... at least untill Dallas found them and used his way to make them both trip over something together... without being spotted himself... once again he was there to ruin the date and it wasn’t his first attempt for sure.

18      playing with hair

Mythra was just staying over at RSA.... mainly cause previously she had a little catfight with Francine as she just wanted to threat Barry to stay away from Sindren. She sighed and sat down next to Amos still a bit on edge.

“Do you believe them... they hurt my precious Sinny and then act like they are innocent. I swear the next time I meet that Icy Bitch I will...”

Before she could get angrier however she noticed him braiding her hair together smiling. Amos spoke up.

“Mythra, although I love the passion and fire inside you, leave that for the next dance competition to beat her. How about I try some things with your hair to distract you.”

“Well my darling, do far its working, I am interested in what you are doing when its done.”

She let him finish the braids and laughed looking in the mirror.

“I look too innocent for who I am... its kinda funny.”

Standing up she placed a kiss on his lips and smiled.

“I will keep it for now... at least untill I am on my way back to my school. Thanks for calming me Darling.”

“So then, how about we concentrate on some time together, Mythra.”

“I would love that, lead the way.”

She sticked pretty close to him, still trying to tease him a little, as she followed him back to his room.

[mageofseven]

hi!!! i just requested this on another blog too but i am FIRED UP rn abt the angel event, and i was wondering if you could do hcs for the brothers with an mc who is SUPER pissed off abt the bangles and stuff (bc its just wrong on SO many levels), especially bc they have religious trauma of their own (its the internalized lgbt-phobia for me 😎) AKRHWJRJE thank u

Yeah...this became a rant that I had no idea I was holding within myself. I've put it all under a Read More thing for those who haven't seen or finished the event for whatever reason. The actual content asked for is below this rant so feel free to skip over it for the real reason y'all are reading this 😅

Okay, people seem to be very...negatively passionate about this event. Don't get me wrong; I understand and agree with why everyone is upset. Playing with the brother's trauma (well, most of the brother's trauma since Satan wasn't alive at the time and Asmo seemed pretty chill with the whole angelic thing) for sake of an event? That's fucked up.

On a story level, I was at first mad at Diavolo. I mean, surely, surely that man knows what horrible stuff Lucifer and his brothers went through or at least part of it, because the ending of it all is what brought the brothers to him! And maybe he thought the costume change was okay since Asmo requested it? But even so, the consent of one brother does not equal the consent of all brothers to dress up like their past selves!

Then bangles. Simeon knew what they did and still gave them to the brothers. Okay, upsetting, but Michael told him to give them to the brothers and maybe he can't refuse an archangel? I dunno but fuck you, Michael.

I'll admit though, those bangles helped the brother do good things and get past their gnawing insecurities (Mammon selling his stuff and donating the money to charity, Asmo know longer stressing over looking perfect and finding peace with his looks and ultimately, learning to truly love himself in a way he never did before), but such things happened for the wrong reasons. I want those good changes for our boys, but I don't want it forced on them like it has been in this event. I want them to reflect, see that a changes is need, and choose to work in themselves and self-heal.

This event was just a lot of me smiling uncomfortably and screaming in my head "what's happening to my sinny boys??". It honestly broke my heart when Luce said he didn't have any fond memories of his time as an angel and I was so worried about all of the bad memories that must be flooding his mind because of this, especially his since his brother, though began with anxiety in the beginning, fell into what's practically mind control quite easily, and only Luce was left fighting it's affects.

Some parts of the event were cute, I won't deny that, but it wasn't them. We didn't truly have our boys during this event and instead had to watch them revert to state they likely never wanted to and it hurt to watch...

Okay, I started this rant trying to make a point that I thought the rest of the fandom felt too strongly about this event and now I'm like...ouch, I had a lot more feelings in me about it than I originally thought. So ya, I understand now. Imma just hide in the corner and hug my Luci...

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Lucifer:

Truly surprised to see MC so worked up

And lowkey touched that they care so much about both his and his brothers' wellbeing to the point where they'd get so mad on their behalf.

However, he cannot allow for them to speak to Lord Diavolo in such a manner.

Pulls them to the side and tells them enough is enough, consequently bringing their harsh comments towards Simeon to halt as well.

Getting worked up is not going to fix anything and he tells them this.

Mammon:

Whoa, whoa, hold up! Enough!

No need to get that mad, human, honest!

Yeah, this isn't gonna be easy for them, but he doesn't need MC digging their own hole in this situation.

Immediately works on comforting them, saying things like he and his brothers will get out of this in no time so they don't have to worry.

Essentially lies to them and feels extra guilty about it thanks to the bangles, but no stupid bracelet is gonna make him admit that and hurt his human worse!

Overall, MC's outburst forces him to focus on them and not his own current issues.

Leviathan:

Another brother so worried about them that he has to shelve his own worries to comfort them

...or at least, he tries to.

Basically agrees with everything Mammon says (the bangles make that a hell of a lot easier for him to do) and anxiously fidgets in place.

He has enough to worry about and now his Henry is acting like this? Things just keep getting worse.

Satan:

Sighs

"MC, now is not time for this."

You know when the Avatar of Wrath says you shouldn't be giving into angry right now that you really shouldn't be.

Appreciates that the human is so worried about them, but really doesn't need their yelling on top of the current issue.

Whether this is his own logic talking or the calming effect of the bangles, the man cannot discern.

Regardless, this situation is more of an inconvenience to him than anything else.

He never was an angel nor went through the trauma his brothers have. At best, he just has a small, vague patchwork of Lucifer's memories of that time.

He becomes increasingly unsettled as time in this form goes by, but doesn't struggle in the same way his brothers do.

Asmodeus:

"Oh stop, it'll be fine!"

The only brother to try to remain positive in the situation.

I mean, at least his outfit is cute, right?

The bangles do raise up a kind of anxiety that he doesn't want to deal with, but if he just smiles and pretends things are fine, maybe all of his issues will go away?

Doesn't like MC getting so angry because it reminds him that this is indeed a problem and he doesn't want that.

Beelzebub:

Sad baby boy.

More worried about MC than he is about himself tbh.

Please don't be mad, MC, it'll get fixed somehow 🥺

Despite being one of the afflicted, feels like he needs to watch over the human during this time.

Belphegor:

Ugh, stop.

Yeah, he's pissed too, but enough yelling about it.

Agrees with everything they spew out at the demon lord and angel.

Devil, just fix this, someone.

He doesn't want to be forced to be like his prior self, as if the loss of his sister never happened because it did happened.

Fuck Diavolo for always doing whatever the hell he wants. Fuck Michael for still wanting to control them even now. Fuck everything that's going on right now.

[lyraandthedustlings]

Personal Moodboard

So my partner Ron has been reading the books after we finished Season 2 of His Dark Materials. He’s known about Sinny and I since we got together, and appreciates the idea behind daemonism. He likens it to developing and cultivating your inner conscience, but as far as I knew, he wasn’t interested in the practice.

That is, until last week. 

I walked into the kitchen last week to my partner having a very animated conversation with himself. I’m hard of hearing, so I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but the minute he realized I was there, he went very quiet and blushed, like a kid who got his hand stuck in the cookie jar. When I asked him what he was doing, he sheepishly said, “Nothing,” and walked out of the kitchen. 

After a few days of me pestering him, he finally came clean. He wanted to get to know his Dæmon. He was reluctant to talk about it, but he said he had been toying with the idea for awhile. At first, it felt really forced, and he couldn't tell the difference. It felt pretend. At some point though, he realized the person answering his questions wasn't himself. It was her.

To cut a long story short - Everyone, meet my partner Ron and Melusine, his dæmon. They're very comfortable in this otter form, but they're both aware they might not be settled right now, but they're excited for this new adventure, and so are We.