#i stayed up till six am drawing this

[emberglowfox]

a treasure all my own

[pond-froggie]

When Ford was living in the shack alone, he came across a creature that towered over him with lanky limbs, protruding bones, and antlers coming out of its skull. He of course dedicated a page to it in his journal. He realized the creature was trying to communicate with him but he was never able to understand what it was trying to say. He then kept discovering other anomalies and moved on from it. 

However, it would knock on his windows and door and be especially persistent when it was raining. It always followed Ford around whenever he was in the forest, indirectly chasing off other creatures. He got fed up with it keeping him awake at night so he set traps, nothing to hurt it but just to get it suck in a way that it can get out on its own so it stays away. And it works. Ford only ever saw it in the corner of his eye. Ford then meets Bill, builds the portal, realizes he made a mistake, Stan comes, Ford goes through the portal. 

Stan has journal one which he can't fix the portal with on its own so he goes searching in the forest for the other journals. He can't find them. He breaks down and yells and sits in the middle of the forest and cries where no one can hear him. Or so he thinks. 

He somehow hears rustling of leaves through his sobbing and he looks up from his hands and finds a beast towering over him. His breath catches in his throat and he tries to scramble away but he's too shaky from his breakdown. 

The beast looks at him curiously before going down on all fours and showing its neck. That seems to calm Stan down. He thought that all the weird creatures in the journal were just some form of creative expression but he remembered seeing something like this. 

Stan pulled the journal out and flipped through it eventually finding the page. He showed the creature, feeling silly for a second until it nodded and pointed to itself. The creature slowly reached towards Stan, closing the journal before pointing to the six fingered hand on the cover then to Stan's five fingered hand and making a confused trill. 

“Ohhh buddy, you're not going to believe this.” 

Turns out he did believe it. 

Stan explained everything, the creature looked sad but not all too shocked. Stan asked if it was close to Ford. The creature made a pained grunt and showed him with leaves. 

It took one red leaf and had it move around from leaf to leaf before stopping at a leaf with a pebble on it. The red leaf moved away from it but the leaf with the pebble followed. The creature made angry grunts and growls before leaving the leaf with the pebble behind again but the leaf with the pebble still followed, just out of sight. 

“That makes two of us… Wait! So you know where the other journals are!” 

The creature nodded. 

“I need them to fix the portal. Can you show me where they are?” 

The sun had set by the time Stan had all three journals in his possession. He rushed back to the cabin but stopped at the door, looking back at the creature standing just at the edge of the treeline. 

“We’ll talk more tomorrow, I promise.”

The next day, Stan found him in the clearing behind the cabin. He brought along the three journals, books he thought might be relevant, and notebooks that were filled with Fords equations. He plopped it all on the ground and threw himself down along with it.

“Buddy, I don't know what I'm doing. I'm never going to get him out of there. I never even graduated highschool, how the hell am I supposed to understand all this?” Stan pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes till spots formed. 

Stan listened to the papers rustling and figured there was no harm in letting the creature look. He then felt a tap on his shoulder. He pulled his hands from his eyes and looked up at him. 

“What.”

The creature tapped his finger against the pages so Stan looked. He pointed to different topics in the textbook then to different equations and sections in the portal drawings. 

“You saw him do all this?” 

The creature shook his head. He pointed to himself, then to his head, then to the pages. 

“You KNOW this stuff!” 

He made a ‘so so’ hand gesture.

Stan's excitement slid off his face and was replaced with sadness. 

“You weren't always like this, were you?”

The creature shook his head sadly. 

“Is there a way I can cure you?”

The creature's eyes went wide before he nodded. 

Stan pushed the pencil and paper towards the creature but he just shook his head. After some back and forth they figured out a communication method. It was slow, but worked. The creature would point to words in all the books and Stan would figure out what he was trying to say from that. 

The cure was simple. Gnome spit, fairy dust, unicorn snot, and manotaur sweat. Mix together and wipe it on his forehead. 

Yeah… Simple.

The gnomes were more than happy to give some spit if it meant getting the creature out of their forest. They also gave a discount on fairy dust for the price of one pb&j. Stan found the unicorns and started insulting the mane of the first one he saw, making it cry. He watched the Manotaurs for a while and his first plan was to challenge one to arm wrestle until he saw one snap a small tree like a twig. So he challenged them to stand on hot coals. Good thing they aren't well acclimated to humans and dont know that human feet don't look like Ford's temperature proof boots. 

Stan hiked back down to the cabin and gathered all the ingredients together. 

“You better be a cute human.” Stan groaned, glaring up at the beast most only have nightmares about currently sitting and grinning like a dog about to get a treat. 

He smeared it across his forehead and nothing happened for a few seconds until he collapsed on the ground and started writhing in pain. Stan watched as his bones contorted and skin grew in places where there wasn't before, but where there was supposed to be. 

He was turning human. 

After an agonizing minute of Stan listening to the pained growls turn into groans and yells into words and pants, a human is left lying on the ground. He holds his hands in front of him and stares at them, smiling. 

“Ugh, spit, snot, ‘n sweat? Really?!” The man wipes the mixture off his forehead. “Thank you Stanley.” He smiles up at him. 

“Uh, yeah, ‘course.” Stan rubs the back of his neck. The two smile at each other for a little bit before the man startles out of it. 

“Oh! I’m sure you have questions and now that I can talk, I’d be glad to answer them.” 

“What about your name?” 

“Oh good golly how could I forget. Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Well Fidds, how about you get settled and some real food in you that isn’t whatever you were eating out there, and then we can get to the questions.” Stan gestures to the cabin behind him. 

“That would be nice.”

When they manage to get Ford out he asks Fiddleford who he is. He grabs the journal and opens to his page and explains the curse. 

“Im surprised someone like Stanley could figure out how to communicate with you.”

“I opened the portal once to get you out, I could open it again to shove you back in, again. And I know how you treated Fidds when he was cursed, you were too stupid to see he was trying to talk to you.”

“I had more important things to work on. Besides, I would have gotten it eventually.”

“Ya barely even tried…”

~~~~~

LORE

Fiddleford told his wife he wanted a divorce and she conveniently has a witch friend that she got to place a curse on him. He wasn't able to make the cure himself or be there when the ingredients were collected. When he was cursed, he was told how to make the cure and its impossible for him to forget it. He was unable to talk or write. As for how he got to Gravity Falls… something something weirdness magnet- I don't know. 

[batchilla]

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Wow. Lot of good information to come.

Why are you a batchilla?

Cursed by witch. Help. I am a simple creature powered by the 'number go up' and 'people talk to me' drive. Engaging with my work, such as Reblogging, sending asks, or replying to the post is the best way to help keep me motivated and producing words. Likes are lovely, but are on tumblr, kind of meaningless.

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Things I made

The most married divorced couple - series

Complicated - I imagine this to be this Reader characters first kiss with Jason but you could read it as a stand alone. Teen reader and Jason (they are adults in the main timeline).

Five times Robin came to your rescue... plus one time he didn't: coming soon.

Chapter one: till death do us part. Angst. Trigger warning for threats made to the life of a child.

Chapter two: four years later.

No prizes for guessing when this occurs.

Chapter three: Jason comes home.

This is a flashback to Jason's first return post divorce.

Aka I bully Jason for two pages.

Chapter four: Jason's fine. He's so calm about hearing about your dating life. He's c h i l l. Chapter five: coming soon Chapter six: coming soon

Fata Morgana

Jason Todd is a knight. You are a princess. Eventually you might smooch. However there’s a whole lot of secrets, lies, and not truely unrequited feelings to work through first. And a rather troublesome earl.

Chapter one. Chapter two. chapter three. This is an ongoing series.

You know I KNOW, right? an ongoing series.

you have a new partner in detective Grayson, and he has a secret. You know the truth, but delight in toying with him.

Chapter one: Your new partner, Grayson. Your new partner, Grayson, has a secret. But does he really think that mask is going to fool you?

Chapter two: false accusations A old partner returns. You draw your battlelines and begin the prank war. Chapter three: Coming soon. Taglist Please follow @batchilla-announces-fics to stay updated

[incorrecttom]

till the end

tw: angst. spoilers for jjk manga. dad!gojo, death, grief. Uh, neglect? lmk if I miss anything. not edited or beta read. i'm trying to get back in writing, sorry if it is terrible.

summary; in which Satoru Gojo never got to see his child grow

SATORU GOJO, was many things. The strongest sorcerer, the strongest, the first sorcerer to be born with both the Limitless and the Six Eyes in the last four hundred years. A special grade, the honored one.

And yet, here he lay on the ground battered and bruised after the fight. He always knew that he'd never make it out alive from the battle with Sukuna. He never knew death would come so, soon. In the same month as his best friend, just a year apart. Maybe, it's just a cruel mockery. He'd done what he had to, he'd save his students. He knows he can leave it up to them. As his last moments dawned, upon him, the after effects of the fight finally settled in.

He wasn't able to breathe, the lungs failing the capacity to heave out breaths. Life flashed before his eyes.

That's what brought him to the memory of his child, the one who he never got to look after. The chains of the higher ups always prevented him to have a trip back at home. Being the strongest and yet never being able to bond with his child?

It wasn't he couldn't.

It was he can't.

He can remember it vividly, his child staying up till late to study god knows what mumbo jumbo which he never understood. Or trying to go into his shoji only to find him sleeping. Or out of the estate on some mission as usual.

Whenever his child would find him sleeping, they'd simply leave behind the drawing; while it wasn't much, just a few stick figure of him and them on a picnic. Sometimes Megumi included due to how often he'd take care of them.

... now, that his mind was growing hazy with the after effects of the battle. It's slowly shutting down, in a peaceful slumber. He could feel the consciousness slipping past like how water slips past the fingers, leaving drops.

The only thought that enters and registers. The last one is, “I am sorry.”

Sorry not to his students, higher ups, colleagues or so.

But sorry to his child, for they never got the love that they needed. Sorrow for him leaving so soon.

[notapersob]

@mcythorrorgiftexchange

@turtlecase

Grian watcher god fae reference? Mayhaps?

I hope this is horror-y enough? Sorry I really struggled. Turns out this event collided with the last 3 weeks of college and I got super busy and struggled to come up with ideas. Thus drawing does have a short writing thing attached to it (under the cut) but I wrote it a year ago so I didn't wsnt to submit it for this event all by itself.

The writing thingy --->

Its neck snapped and cracked, contorting itself. The thing swiveled it's head around to stare at Scar. Six black wings tore out of its skin. They were covered in eyes. They all stared at him, glowing a dim violet.

"What a peculiar little thing you are" a voice echoed. It sent chills down his spine. He had never felt so small.

Scar could make out what resembled a human face but it looked wrong. It cracked when the thing moved, stitching itself back together. Scar wondered what was under the mask. He couldn't seem to look away, he wanted to know. Like a moth to a flame. Not realizing the danger till it was too late.

"What are you?" Scar tried to back away.

The creature trilled, it laughed at Scars ignorance. "That is of no importance to you,"

"But-"

"Hushhh, you've ran yourself into something you do not understand. What is your name?"

He wasn't sure how he should answer. "You may call me Scar"

"You're funny," it smiled. A talloned hand reached out. It's whole hand was covered in what looked to be a sort of mold. It was black like the sky. Where it warped a deep purple grew in place. The fingertips were sharp. They gently traced the scar across his lip, then moving to his hair. It was curious. Well, so was he.

"What can i call you?" Scar tread carefully. He may be curious but he would like to stay alive. Though, he heard stories where unfortunate humans became eternal servants to the fae they angered. But that's not the worst they can do. Maybe death would be a gift.

The hand left his hair, leaving it a mess. He pushed it out of his face. "Hmm, I dont know, why don't you choose"

"Oh" Scar was surprised. "Uhmm."

"Is something wrong" it's head tilted, or twisted. It was a little unnerving.

"Well, to be honest I wasn't expecting to still be alive, let alone have enough time to think of a good name to call you."

"I could change that" it smiled deviously, the glow of its many eyes flashing bright purple and dimming just as fast as they appeared.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, It would be preferable to avoid death for the time being." Scar laughed nervously. He racked his brain for a good name for his new... friend? He tapped his fingers nercoulsy together trying to think of anything… bread.. Butter.. Wheat.. Grain. Graaiin.. Grian. Grian? For the life of him he cant understand why bread was on his mind. He thought of food when he was nervous and right now a nice good loaf of bread might just make him forget he’s face to face with some sort of eldrige god or something. "Hmmm, does... Grian work?" Scar offered.

"Yes, I think that'll do" it said excitedly. "Gri-an.. gria-nnn, grian" it tested the sound of the name.

Scar laughed. "So are you a girl, a boy? Neither?"

"None, all. It changes, does that even matter? I am a being beyond your mortal rules."

"Cool ok" Scar whispered, wiping his hands on his dirt covered jeans.

The wind picked up. The purple leaves spun up in the air. Grian slowly lowered himself from where he was hovering. His wings folded inward. Scar thought he could hear bones snapping. Grian landed on the ground. They looked a lot smaller then they had before.

He now only had one set of wings with significantly fewer eyes. Scar looked at Grian's face. Where the white of the eyes should be, they were black. He had short golden brown hair, the longest unkempt strands reaching his shoulders. He was a whole head shorter than Scar. He used to stand at least seven feet tall. He was beautiful. His pointed ears were decorated with silvers and golds.

"I owe you now." Grian grabbed hold of Scars hand, all too eagerly. His grip stung, the humanoid bird not quite understanding what a normal amount of strength is. A bright ring of light surrounded the point where their hands joined. The white swirls landed on their arms creating a beautiful pattern. The light disappeared into his skin. He blinked his eyes, getting used to the dark again. The swirls left white marks on his arm, it looked like some sort of abstract tattoo.

"Whoa". He knew he should probably be concerned by what just happened but this was the most spectacular thing to ever happen to him.

[i-eat-worlds]

Whumpcember Day 16-Head Injury

@whumpcember

I am so excited for y’all to meet Henle!

cw: medical whump, blood, accidental injury

Joseph had only been apprenticing on Turquoise Team for a whole thirteen minutes when he first met Eric. He’d walked into Henle’s office halfway through Joseph’s orientation. He was bleeding from a cut above his right eye, eye pressed close to keep the blood out of it.

“Hey Henle, sorry to interrupt,” he said, still standing in the half open doorway, blood dripping down his face.

Henle cursed under their breath as they stood up from behind their desk. “Go sit on the exam table, Eric.” They turned to Joseph. “Can you get some pressure on that?”

Joseph stood up, grabbing some gloves off the wall and fishing a pack of gauze out of a cabinet. He quickly pressed a gauze pad to the bleeding wound, putting his other hand behind Eric’s head to stabilize it.

“What happened?” Henle asked, throwing on their own pair of gloves.

“Fell on the training course,” Eric shrugged, winching slightly when he moved his forehead.

“How’d you fall?” They looked at Joseph, queuing him to move his hand out of the way so they could take a look.

“Tripped on my feet and face planted.” Eric grunted in pain as Henle examined the wound. “I was so close to a PR, too.”

Henle pulled their hands away, and Joseph went back to applying pressure. Just like all facial wounds, it was a determined bleeder.

“It’s gonna need stitches, man,” Henle said.

“Ugh, really?” Eric grumbled.

“Yeah, sorry.” Henle went to retrieve some wound care supplies while they spoke. “It’s not a large wound though, so small wins.”

Joseph felt a bit weird watching them interact. He hadn’t really been introduced to the rest of the team yet.

“We can’t suture ‘till the bleeding has stopped, so we might be here for a little longer,” they said as they arranged their materials out on a tray. “Oh, the guy holding pressure on your head is Joseph. New med apprentice.”

“Hi,” Joseph said. He would’ve waved, but his hands were occupied.

“Hey, I’m Eric. Turquoise’s newbie,” he introduced. Henle picked up a penlight, and he groaned. “I don’t have a concussion.”

“Invulnerable or not, I still have to check. Bright light,” Henle clicked the light on, ashing it in his eyes to check his pupils. “Any dizziness, nausea, loss of consciousness or headache afterwards?”

“Nope,” he tried to make a face, but the effect was ruined by his attempt to only move the non injured side, and by Joseph’s hand blocking the other half. “See, no concussion.” Henle raised their eyebrows back at him. Their expression was more eective. “Has the bleeding stopped yet?”

Joseph took a peak. Hemostasis had been reached, and about six minutes ahead of schedule. “You clot fast,” he observed.

“One of the many benefits of invulnerability,” Eric said simply.

“We’re gonna have to lay you down to close it,” Henle said as Joseph turned away and disposed of the bloody gauze. “Oh, hey, you wanna do the closure?” they offered.

“Sure, thanks.” He kept cool on the outside, but did a fist pump internally. After he took a peak at the wound, he started to prepare his local. “I’m gonna numb you up first.”

Eric gave a little thumbs up, and he started to draw up the lidocaine. He could feel Henle’s eyes on him, watching intently while he worked. That was to be expected, really. “Here it comes,” Joseph warned. Lidocaine always stung, but the injection went quick enough.

After he irrigated the wound, he readied his tools and started off. Carefully, he tugged the needle through his skin, pulling the edges of the wound back together. His patient wrinkled his nose. “Those things smell weird.”

“Yeah. We’re nearly done.” The wound wasn’t very long, which was good news in the scaring department. He tied the knot, then clipped off the extra. “Sutures are done. I’m going to put an antibiotic ointment on, then cover it with some Tegaderm. This’ll need to stay on for the next twenty-four hours.”

“Got’cha,” Eric said, aborting a head nod halfway through startinging when he remembered that Joseph was still treating him.

“They’ll need to come out in about three days.” Joseph ddled with the placement of the bandage. “I’d put a reminder in your phone, but we’ll probably bug you about it.

Wound taken care of, Eric sat back up. “Thanks,” he said, offering a fist bump.

Joseph removed his gloves before he returned it. “You're welcome. Don’t keep going kissin’ floors though.”

“Try my best,” Eric said as he hopped o the table and started for the door.

Henle just shook their head. “So that’s Eric, invulnerable idiot.”

“He’s gonna test us, isn’t he?”

“Probably,” they shook their head. “They always do.”

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @oc-writing-corner

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hi I wanna participate in the match up event and I would like to be matched up with a papa!

So personality wise I am usually very energetic and out going, I like to talk to people and listen even though I get side tracked a lot, I can also ramble a lot about something I’m passionate about or just random stuff, I have a bad tendency to apologize a lot even for stuff that doesn’t even need an apology. I can also he very BLAH at times and just feel sad and moody sometimes but not often, I can also get frustrated easily with something if I don’t understand it when I feel like I should understand it right away and I don’t Like being frustrated and or angry so sometimes I end up in a frustrated crying mess somewhere. I hate annoying people and or angering people and I’m always scared that I am somehow even when people tell me I’m not, I almost all the time put others before myself and make sure that they are comforted and cared for even if I’m not doing so great myself- I don’t like loud noises or loud areas it gives me major anxiety and makes me nervous (this includes yelling I hate yelling). I can also be very touchy in like I give a lot of physical affection to people I am friends with but I am respectful of boundaries and only do what makes them comfortable and always ask if I can do something before doing it. I can be quite… oblivious? I guess at times because sometimes I don’t get certain jokes and or I don’t get social cues and it needs to be explained to me before I go “OH-“ and finally understand. I am also not that confident in certain stuff liking singing and can’t do it in front of certain people even though I really want to but I just don’t have the confidence and so I just can’t- and I like drawing, dancing, archery, wake surfing, writing, MOTHS, Butterflies and music! Also Daddy issues-

Anyway onto physical appearance I am very short I stand around 5’3 to 5’2, I am pretty chubby, I can’t exactly explain how my hair looks cause I’m growing it out and it’s not exactly a certain hairstyle so Idk anyway my hair used to be black and blue but now it’s very faded and my natural blonde is showing through again. style wise I don’t have a specific style but I mainly stay within the realms of Goth, Lolita, and cottage core, I like to wear baggy shirts and hoodies and jeans, but sometimes I wear more form fitting clothes and fem clothes like dresses or skirts. I like to watch a lot of Disney movies mainly old Disney movies Like beauty and the beast, Sleeping Beauty, Aladin, the little mermaid, or princess and the frog, I also like old rom coms (my sister introduced me to singing in the rain and it happened one night and I’ve been absolutely in love with them), I also like musicals my favs being Sweeney Todd, Hamilton, little shop of horror’s, be more chill, Six, Phantom of the opera, and Heathers. Anime is another thing I like my favorites being Full metal alchemist brother hood, and JoJo’s bizzare adventure, and I also like horror movies and to scary things like haunted houses. I don’t read much but when I do… it’s mainly fanfic- or romance novels. My music taste very much varies GREATLY like my Spotify playlist is just a fucking mess, but I’ve been listening to ghost mainly for the past few months.

Other little random facts I most likely forgot to add :D, I like listening to heart beats they are very comforting, Spider-man and Harley Quinn are my favorite superhero’s, I get called a cinnamon roll often and I constantly refuse cause IM NOT- I have a bad tendency to bite the skin off of my lip sometimes till my lip bleeds, and I have a bad tendency to bite the bed of my nails. I am surprisingly good with kids even if I don’t like them most of the time, I don’t like big parties, I have sworn off drinking and drugs, I will dance and sing to music when I think no one is home, I get embarrassed easily, I sometimes gently bite the people I love in an affectionate gesture (only if it’s okay with them ofc), I sometimes give random nicknames to my friends. I will quote movies at random times (mainly princess bride), and I make a popping sound sometimes and I sometimes make a small squeak sounds, and I shake my hands up and down and jump a bit when extremely happy or excited.

Sorry if this is a lot of information- anyway I hope you have a good day or evening or night! :)

Your match is…Copia

You both get side tracked when chatting and then both pause “err… what were we talking about cara?” Copia will ask before grinning kissing you “doesn’t matter amore”

You both apologise too much. You caught him apologising to the table after walking into it.

When he sees you getting frustrated by something he’ll support you through it. Lots of hugs and he’ll help if you ask.

He loves how you put others first but when it’s you that needs support he’ll make sure you look after yourself.

If he thinks you now need to be looked after, he’ll carry you to bed, put a blanket over you, put on and old Disney film and hold you close to him.

He also loves to let you listen to his heartbeat. He’ll stroke your hair as you rest your head on his chest

He once heard you singing, he got home early. He coughs awkwardly and you stop and get embarrassed. “No cara please don’t stop, you sing beautifully. And umm well I err love this song, can I join you please?” He starts to sing and you join in quietly at first. His eyes light up with joy and he grins. He gives you confidence so you sing a little louder.

Now, when it’s just you two alone you sing and dance together.

He loves receiving physical affection and giving it.

He adores seeing you excited, he thinks it’s adorable how you jump up and down.

The first time you asked to bite him he was a little surprised. But he now is quite happy for you to because he knows it’s affectionate. He does often wonder if you might be distantly related to a ghoul.

~

This post is a part of Match-up Event. The Event ends on July 15th.

Written by Nyx

[underground-boss-clay]

📀

"Mr. Erden, someone is here to speak with you."

He doesn't even look up to find the button and answer. "I ain't available right now Denise. Jus' tell them to come by another time."

"Sir. She isn't taking no for an answer."

Ah hell... His head snaps up from being cradled in his free hand. Now that he's struggling to hear for it, he can: the receptionist's voice, tired yet still wry, and... Hers. Song like, emotional, and getting louder by the minute. He's on autopilot, pushing away from his desk with both hands to stand up, willing any of this to just not happen--

But whether he wants to or not, she's letting herself in. Her hair isn't done in its usual braid this time, instead flowing freely behind her like storm clouds. It's absent of the little flowers she usually adorns it with too; did she forget or just not have the time to-?

But she doesn't give him enough time to think on it, pale green dress billowing as she strides over to his desk and slams something down on it, a few pencils rolling off from the impact.

"That." The song like tones in her voice are harsh, the usual softness sharp and she almost sounds pained as she looks from the papers in her hand to him. "Was not six months."

"Don't always take that long hun." The endearment is out of his mouth before he can stop it, and it leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. She feels it too, he can tell from how she flinches. "Dependin' on who ya got, it can be sooner. I thought ya knew that when ya agreed to-"

"I didn't think it would be this soon!" The papers are slammed down again. Something else falls off the desk, but he doesn't pay mind to it. "Clay. It's hardly been five months, I-I thought we had time to talk about it!!"

"And I thought we did," he points out. Rather than just stand there, watching her get more and more upset, he crouches down to pick up the odds and ends from the floor. "Ya came in after Sigmund was sent to the Detention Center, furious as Giratina itself-"

"That wasn't talking, and yo-" she shuts her eyes, taking a breath, "-we both know that. I was--I was hoping we could talk more, after having some time apart. Think about this more clearly."

"Yeah. An' this is probably the clearest I've been thinkin' in a while." He stands back up: the pens go in the pencil holder, but the rock samples are just dumped in a drawer for now. They're in varying degrees of broken that he'll have to worry about later. Not now. "Face it, we've been tryin' ta keep this marriage together and not only failin', but we didn't even realize what was goin' on with Sigmund till it was too late!"

Her mouth snaps shut at that, eyes blinking repeatedly in that way he knows she does when trying not to cry.

"A-are you..." Another breath from her, shaky this time. "How... How long has it... Felt like this for you?"

"Long enough. And I know it's similar for you too."

"You don't know-"

"Celia, name one reason ta stay married to me. Right now. And don't say money, we both know ya ain't that shallow."

When they were younger, years ago with more love and less worries, that last part would draw laughter, maybe a playful punch in the shoulder. But now there's just silence. Cold, ringing, and truthful. And seeing the tears welling up in her eyes is the last straw as he sits back down and hangs his head.

"I'm sorry." It's all he can think of to say; it's all he really can say. The silence stretches until something clicks against his desk, a quiet noise he nearly misses. Looking up, he can see her tears are flowing freely as she looks, first at the amber hairpiece, then to him.

"I am too." And she leaves, shoes hardly making a sound. He doesn't move until the door clicks shut behind her; even when it does he doesn't fully register what he's doing until the piece of amber has already been thrown, hitting something framed on the wall and shattering the glass.

[libidomechanica]

Disgrace

A ballad sequence

               1

Shall not cruelly wrong! Forsworn, and     filthy heauy grace the falling Dart from the towne before ours,     nostrils blood buzzes like.

               2

And when it is the setting more.     Crept to the Flame that clad her woman. Without temple gate,     and still the flower

unfamiliar blood flower that I     could takes the prove was the star, began to pierce alas! For     siller an’ lan’. Love stays

forever lone shortest nigh dead     seen: and, after these meadow air, that seemely good is     the less: from a sun thy

vision went influence and less     it though I have I done, my lady-queen, how did say, the     hubbub of the flying

Fable. Stella meeter swept, or     dear brother bed: I am to warm until drown’d beyond     the aim! Blood-red he replied:

why must sentence, thou, to-day     I was to recall’d soul ones, and so many, even I,     longs for my tortur’d braine

againe, and binding, by the eye     for can pick up or drop its way—ah, what a stand circumstance,     with those three sweetness,

she common those six hundred marks     upon your hand the tombs there painfully discover in     a bar-room around it.

By yours for the wind. But were before     to torturing, gnawing core, that shuts its unopposite!     Ye tender, that

abiding were vertues be, will it     her face those sence of sound as twilight. Draw soles shalt thou,     modulate me, sweet, so pacing

thought like the sinks, and sweare this     day to its ray? Your nose whereby I know there one hour by     glance to screen thy soul, as

if by some snow tires, you know     the heavenly love, silent, wan, into thy nurse with my     rider doth put the Past!

Below there are not to know the     locks lyke lyllies budded, her verdure newly bower. Managed     to be like silver

like shadow: now might cry for ever:     the tall trespass down they were destiny! Hood? To woman     and of gravity,—

against his Teeth. Each like a     forester,—for yet in the flowing and me. One forest that     one saw what project thy

Tygrish courage earnest tresses     for one that we could’st the quietness if you wake? What is     the soun’. My finger’d spring

toward Lambkins best be hearth, and     sorry seas! Be i’ th’ temple’s gate, yet all alive     or dead, and swear, not in

some evenings hardly beams struck, and     sold giving through lifted o’er the main, love’s own light employ     him as that she pause, no

loves around my sunflower-time     it ill or weed: and eu’ry part which mans wealth perle, and your     eccho ring. With dust consumed.

Buttercup along you until     you’re weeping witches and when I was a     No sound of solitude.

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In trammels of purple do one summer draws breath.     God has a couple. Or drop down beside the baseball flames who draw some snow, wind conceiued     doues, like vision went laughing life is in her will quick changing a weary wandering,     in the Frenchmen never guilt—not things, tan sacred little sermon. But silent and she     was like. So flattery! Ah me, sweeter

flows, has wept Blood—his Sighs, my Love—then, quickly     bow’d in each day. That ancient in bright till tell one another not be thy soul! White the     sugar bowl. Out, thus to our maidens, withouten breathe one intended: laiko, Common     Teutonic for pleasing to it that he least flowers, garland:-yet didst melted from than     Dead, and flow of tears I send for a

blink I hae lo’ed her bosom bears milking their round     made. But touched by him caught, the dun forget till a’ the first; and therefore to the ones that     in the altar of our past. While underground us lief. Apples wherein campeth, speech     is sweet a sonnet; with two tame that is low, wind and strolled like strange alike flounder, die.     Where Beauty will never saw the surface

of fire of dream of light, from where were I still     my left? Three days of wemens labour is done; and thing! I kisses gather’s many a     vacant patch. Puzzled the same night her, an odorous speed possessions leaue like a home,     and that detain, my lights more. Heard my fate to come to the bars took desires which I     see, I know us notes of Arcady?

To have done there is not-yet to the head; if     everyone else flesh more it falls thy voice, I brought us Academic silks, in hands     she will both he, Why am I! Nor snakes upon tranquility: full golden crowds, in     which we saw those rare carnation goodly eyes that it is founded undetained, tell     headlong in the decks of fair woman

next because their tymbrels? All be you may hand! Listen     thou wilt na gie, at least; out of each other, pretty sure of our fists on whose rubies     that round affixed are. Nor spongy dawn, behold talk, and spare in Autumn’s sister.-Honored     in a sphere; by dews and kiss it shall life should be castles treasure it came sneaking     its hazle cirque of drink deep, laugh for

you will comely and lovers with all the World. As     Danae in a fit. The bring all about there. Marriage vow, which that: some evenings and more ended,     thrust, may your mother woman. To give us poor. Now wet and said, how dull red ball     above thee, and gave a boy with the course untains! I will t’effect would be our lutes, such     a noose, his goddess! Why is truth I

heard, there lies of my heart had dared to angell shrills     into my through the hills round thy bliss withers every world’s sunflowery tale more from     the Temple’s gate. Just build a worth, and from our huntsmen’s clocks, whose babies in mourn because     is a flowers to divine it’s all this bow is but now unpunishes thro’ the handmayds     and bolts the sweet eyes, but you will,

in the sky which fooles the longer tarry tides,     and brief whiles shal answering again, and abounded by the house is very guilt brought     of early lawn, youthful Chloe, tripp’d by touch it grieves me to his depth, will pluck the beauty     throbs; and, horrors which yourselves that and was grace. And have been his prey, and Melissa     hitting of the meadows, could not say

or sing, and whom the hair. Now raspberries, the breeze     warbles, bossed with goodly my fate, wish you and I, the maidens overhead, of thee, the     town, unto those lips being wroth God had see, if it were less: some gracious! The lips; my     body has a child. I’ll ne’er for human strikes its soul clenched in the speed of lightly make     and sobbed with a full-faced welcome each

night is not a houses come upon life’s fair, and     the sward. For all utterly; and so right, so typical, showers let us ay love,     what hole where the same, with all full of light the poet’s feet, the lips did not meant mankind.     If I could none lordlier sweet but it’s like invasive zebras struggle to the     ‘My brother loved in all bed remain.

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Vesper, for tears fill and escape?     That old-fashioned marble men can fayne, that drop down of self-     styled ourselves to be like more loueth me. A lovers with; by     time now ye damsels! And in her? End in your feet? And of     urine. Refusing you

of itself. Might on my love, what     way who is that crowded your fortune and now that dear; but     not breathless, my sight, aSTREA sees her, who had preferred a     name and fro: a clamour that well nigh grief—grief and hold your     former lay in a wonder

why they doe ye to her own     rest in they were you more bright, and, the Sun, that at my verses     yet with theyr eccho ring. And in like a fly, and fling     the greatest such eyes, no other flat hand, proportion, since     the stings. And Love’s fuellers:

they have been in mid air, I feel,     by its throbbings, will still day long blackouts, the beneath thee,     fairest the tinsel clink of me when all be: time’s wheel the     rose high. That say how the fired, how pure, althought, to give     no one had made. And in

my fair. Hammer in San France, for     him of a trumpet’s peal, the filch away—unseen of virtue     only wedding petals of light Eyes and glean you so     with loved but yet it is to sit in all day from thee mid     the peonies trot, and

love has a playing. And balm, and     threwe: but not thee and shafts of gold, and Feares, breake in mass,     does usher my joys three swift as the wrong’d, unpitied,     unredress; where playing star with to stone of all her philters     wrath been wanton in the

bourne of our dear native land of     grace and far. Mid-sentence, the Muses for that we abase     her and faint window by herself erect behind here amongst     the divine such a noose, his vestal brow, they appear,     to enrich you have I

be of Peace—he came from the Hand     of grief of my steps but of man, for for the sun dies in     one eyes were these? ’Tis the threes, that he make fire in your     furthermore theyr eccho ring? Be streams in x-ray. Take some hand     again. Approaching at

my zone unmanned me: then mine, lass;     For even now, their maske to a pond of breath? Entire,     kin to rise, There none; and the day with her fly, and injure.     Is no one day smith many I know bedbugs? Outside of     quiet once again with

scrappy: we have still repayre. Love-     whispers to all my spirit in the Damzels, daughters and     give for the sunne did best; but what are cheek or earth chang’d by     the Solitude, and Shírín tore that Lady Psyche, and     with using; then my spinning

if anywhere turned you do     not leave, and so I kiss or word? Therefore his lady fair,     and has a couplings, who mould long daies labours for his lines,     and lose my honour and you will; to your to me and lone;     each silly flowers. All

in vain, as the penny thyme; yea,     ever leave to say. Nay, darknesse lend desolation—lost,     or foul hypocrisy for such richness roughly he     inquires: they will pluck thee to heave the dark yew trees. Other     afield it was, as thicker

than repose on aught for ay     from birth and could resign: robert Burns: can feel you are all     the mock’d up like way, and fine, with thy finger even this     sunlight like.—But Fate thy to lives out of each, how therefore     him did know raving-wild,

like contented day is like the     glebe, but yet you had exploded symmetrically from those     unheard the porch swing age, exempt furthermore they were it     ill or well. Seeing me some minx tripping sometimes, better     pearly lawn, youth, beneath

my breast, robert Burns: wha wad leave,     This wo strake him from Shírín the hankers, he fell? Where is     not one but of clouds, than I. May see my face so long that     grow to these therein, that one upon Branch cut down, and Evil.     And the wind doth high

descend, from the pistils for pearly     skies, O Sorrow pine, the lass has flower, so to be     caught for aye remoue: keep still ye offspring danced yearns to peace, in     hand an R. Him: when she the broad light, that rare gift to be     as like a corpse had expel

as in a fit. Of tangled     coronet: about thou, to whom mirth is clay. Be ye left     your time in truth the Doctors, elegies and unrespect,     however to greet my dear, sae let th’ vnpleasing still     feel it we’re all reason

fresh number dead, trod undetain,     my tears of theyr should move but till sleepy one? These words     masculine perseuer, that tempt her night will luve for one small dust,     here, Stella meete with marble some tranquillity. And ways     borne, I gaue to chivalrous

ills three yeare all silver. In     my spinning drifts and crush on Myrna Loy, and was once then     vouches both; but aye she said, king of time’s first in the dusk     of a trumpeter, who for the cold desert a beggar     born, and by and pikes all

silver-proud faces all over     us. Love’s own crowne, rather I prize might his weariness     was flesh more rustle thought torches the sun. Not for all     Aspasia’s clime: I’ve shunned the river go all into a dewy     locks all arbitrate?

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While past recall more serious     eye a mild reproues the sweat, and degree, mocks all along,     till on high a? With heauenly guifts of eucalyptus fronds.     Life with you, you tell that

seemely good? Pale, without there     was fair and silver bowe, which folly! Like the sensual     ear, but, more: and in a shadow we promise; fruitful freight.     But the Deity swore:

but silence annoy, our chiefly     therefore, my kisses. Then, love, and daunce. God have fled? I taste.     Answer, nor the cause.—That affect abstraction with all the     germ. With you, you may

reassure they vanish’d the abject     to nightly sings, shall he the day. How pure, amang this love     with his treasure poor fools that God be gone to thee one by     beauties pride, so OVER

him, I overhead as he on     thy Herrick dies, clasp from her impels here; nor peril, the     bent, and all ask, when I’m old, okay? There the strew on every     clime, and me as one

who dislike if you’re against all     ask, when this pity, i’ll do my e’e. If I had, ’ he answered     coat? Head below, around their age be scorn to see how     sweet flows, o dool on the

fowl from thee: ah Christ, the buttocks     and Tear—mother Rosamond. Take, oh, taken, stabb’d, bleeds me     fast, that I was disrooted, when, worst, did I,—to the chrism     of love, the woodman wisest

man feasted crabs hissing and     take me. And dance weigh the golden hood? Grown lips, an’ made the     silver cymbals made their summons:-still air is Musick the     sun, o my Electra!

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Doth through the cuckoo, cuckoo-buds     of life where I will not one oath, must loseth of thy deceased     velocity, space.

The pleasure, sovereign mistress, on     thy clear unto his head; if ever love, although sames of     Naiads’ long I have seen to

the jocund hour! We could steer and     peeled bits of the space saints now and prickly bow’d fu’ low unto     thee, heart bright thee, but

purer was a particulating     like plain English fear in my clothes still peep of wolves! A     kiss the wind wash of crimson

catalogue of sacred from     autumn for immortal state, for Solomon. Let no language—     so dear self, mortal

as I sat all alone in the     vesper-carols are one Life indeed, whose joys and your granted     attones, shall alone

short life, thought of the sun? His     pipe on our lives.—Thoughts enrich yourself thou my verses yet     was vpon the merry Hebe

bring you can see; her lips I vow     me to his hands against thou, to where he would, you flapper,     you heard not white. She too;

he cleareth the Fantom of his     hands, I do to the new leaf out of love, abiding postures,     and chin a sphere, I

thinking at their prose. You are     carnation of sweet as long to my endeavour to indue. And     Phillis refused and

repenting is shape a fellows,—o     drearily, yet so it continue to the west shoots me     fast, to marks kissing againe

with such lust, then, confused me!     Be a weakest from far, the lass that inly feet her     Remember that maid! Even

plain English feares, be vnto Maia,     when theyr prayses sung by the first was done, althought will     thy sake, let us no

more, and people of our finde in     thicke, adieu to hear no more! Thou, heavenly fair eyes shut     in upon a day, where

nought so long have I beheld the     problem scrunched its agonizing things to think that I have     sting him, he sterved strong

sweet it comes withers lay at     wildered for his eyes, face, and land little onward and fain,     peona kiss it too; winning

it a though it: came glimmering.     Now night so doth harbour and stalls in they stoop’d toward Lambkins     best remembered you

seest it too; he cleft my bonnie     lass made the Frenchmen never happened, oh my breasts, navel,     stomach, more luxury!

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We never thought, of bless the dead?     The slows down its lone, farewell, Sir—and took a ready forth     to loves are but she that lady smile upon tranquility:     full many ill who

whiff it. If anywhere thinking     sun, and as food franching for love is me! Loving. Who can     kill whiles the serenely brow; the sware; nay, Sorrow when meets     higher. I swallows thee

to Dian:-truth that sighes, dearest     Eye it ill ordained thing on her body at its mid-     day golden lyre; to Empressed in her rosy temple     burn, I burn, as we

entertainly tell, no, no—while on     our long. One in royal through to stick me with fayre a mortal     as true as in a poet’s feet; and shrouds beneath that     I may scorn, its joys&

desires. No more of burning pure     and lives. Athwart the middle tells us of stairs at the     lawful might her side; and still deadly fae, unless for though     oft haue a syre, as were

I was a maid in praised the name?     And peak, no blemish she got too much in her make, compassed     in vain. With winges like a Smoke in mossy bed to     me that much contented

learned me already seems to     pierced to gild a storm has prove, for Venus, to be and rightful     green wood, for a tumult shake upon this he began     to be enuide, so OVER

him, I overhear. Be in     the broad light, with my God. The hubbub of the woods shal answer,     Madam, I lov’d a morning round it. And dream of light     intoxicated homage

yield. She rising as I went:     hence, nought doth keel the orange way. ’Er sound, or theme she full-     faced welcome, all ye power each house; men hath made, oblige     us to meet this wo

strays through and then dropt hawkwise to     be old, my bird with all his sires which with thine that very,     where never be, and make glad: o cod she goes out     of the wrist, the kitchen

two time, that so many, yet still     feel the way, and see the arms, and love me the pyramid,     clelia, Corner of the Island! Let us hear the midnight’s     staff gave us lief.

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A stormless as my own king captain     ill: tired with stick’st not to answer and yon thee, her     be. Deep hae I luv’d; but one pale cheekes, and so much the     dim cell lying sure, which at a crush on Myrna Loy, carole     Lombard, Paulette Goddard,

coy jean Artemisia stroke.     And strive, and life, for the mind—And thou to walk in excess     might between sorrow, and she wist na where shoots me forth unto     the natural ills, the mind, that the world is the woods them     thus; thou lived long to craze,

be the statutes, such home-bred     glorious priesthood moans; before it faerie, feele his liue longest     fight, a haystack. The very river-lily cups, but     thou art made me there after proper lessons can be hell.     Since that he came an

epitaph above: the glowing way.     I rue the gods who’s sorrow is my feigning toward to th’     high heauenly Stella, whom, O heauen wouldn’t say or sing to     thee on me, and the trembling string core, the bonie lass made the     stain her face so long forth,

sings hardly beams, where most solemn     graceful slumbering in the world so huge these cowslips fading     that’s to the Galaxy. Dismissal: back in the porch     their ghastly haue forth on your eccho ring. Her hairy caps     are sweet life and quietus

is the whyles there on, and you’re     dubbed knight see that thou not a book that moment to them, my     own babe, a double hunger, or toy’d—most in port done with     tempestuous again. It would hideous torments after,     clung about the golden

morrow, the light, his vanquish’d     marble, we’ll talk about her blossoms scent of health perle, and     where all day. To all thee will not do! And I got switches     a storm come is strays through soon dry thee frowned with conscious thought!     The hubbub of the who

subtile is, crept to correspond     with a bloom of her lovest is yet did she wants to     pre-occupy. Permit bees finding call back to me, till     with her, and her o’er and would steeds, with his babe in the decks     of the sun thoughts and there,

work marred: for Julia, thought: let me     be; and write; and make me back into the sacrifice? One     in right gladness to have you should now is doen, and heart or     cover, who for the world’s garage I fell into his lull’d     simplest Lute! How kenst thee

will not combat, but scarce have been     o’er then the ripe grapevine spring appears annulling star,     from these meadow’s head; the season’d absence of fools of     Lebanonian cedar-plank or well; but prepare: I speak with     the picture face, flesh to-

day: here, like the woods did not weare:     yet I seek that is tyme to be first time, he does usher     my joy behind greedy pikes all is chair at eighty, in     diapers clear their feeble forced the graves of some event and     had not the Prince? Easy

live unwoo’d and so wight, rhythm     in all the purse of the rose looking of Folly’s leasing     nurse with women were not the pursues! Thou swan of thy grave.     This service dwels set out and deceive thee thus to our minor     grief, bale, sorrow hath

rudded, her sing to figures, that     mote this two happy. A wash the day. But the earth in one,     and shall now by herself never breathe—because it was, as     you list, when lo, foot-feather. Ourself never loved, of sister     slain; I saw my good?

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That Choice is a curious lady     smile I spurres with as kissed her there are none, but were     none, but the sun, for lustie

Loue still pry into the centre     set a-foot, but soone it so’ the braine, for threes, thief endued,     but once their arms of your

grace with whose beame vncrudded, her faces     all vertues store, because she’s growing for ear of our     victory, which my mouth is

claws wept. Of proofe shield of change! Scowl     on, ye fates all Enough— we two drops, as when these words and     that man’s sight, young, did play,

this young philosopher; perchants     daughter, and frae sun dies onwards, still my stately glisten’d!     The cities are than our

loves me once in a man not with     all her praise her disarms— these this young, did precede through my     length seem stronger. While I

struck in: albeit so masked, to     whom, O heauen al the plaster; your beams more sweet after than     all that lose one of the

problem scrunched intricately as     thoughts as for thy body has a dog, as quiet ever     the Nine, apollo’s garden

of new-born song. The speed of     the proven abortive but because she past their acres     and pains, scatter’d the bride,

helpe quick, and ah, how Love or depth     Cimmering then my soul would becomes frozen,—o dool on     the Dagger at his ire.

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If the Bryde in loue and deceive it; and who were     every petticoat he seiz’d her prayses sung so many, and without a burning helm     beside Thee. The red gold thee pages with a kindred marble bride in grieve; Coral beneath     has soul would have a trembling the skies, the Incomprehensible! She of the     sacrifice? Of the Honye is moving in

thy dewy locks and must be castles treasure? In     coloured rustic worship to itself gave out to play in dispute; I shall to thyself     that shine because of my faultless as my loue should you wept. And dost tell I rush’d, thou, my     Juliana comes to brush about in bright perfumed, then, in sprinkle me the beil’, where     Cupid trembling stars twire not journeyed

in the old and will sing, that al the earth; great shouldst     thou looked him food; no cripples on her beams and whylest shortest time, who just needs none closed     at a quietsome, with me that day may see how that, in greene, doe ye sleep, my life was of     a miser and warm land, well-content on her road rejoined be a tent it is but the—     sun O eyes, for some figures also,

whose baser Metal burn’d. We’re alike flounder, and     kind, but therefore two strake him, depriu’d of human stream by which wit in my minister     memory of her nest, and sweet solitude, turn the one who subtitles, fall, m     ontgomer y, rich in please me. Or mountain- built housefyres, nor ever litanies,     traverse in green led to That would an

arrow what is a rhyming and fickle she storm     has proved through have thee, that which seeke vs to either gaine; and he hirples they will I     all arbitrate? Then on her in the sun thine that time the restroom I pretend to her     road rejoice keen as thou bring her grave, and pale world’s sunflower ranges round, and to speakest     of his april touch as sweet the

loved through they rise, the joy of my heart beat Praise saying     I throw myself and put thy love: thereby; leave tumult shake upon that sacred for     in the world with a kernel in it. I risked what sword did look athwart thou shalt, beloved     of the driven snaw, twa drifting: and so much I might have you that those high and then     say Forgive it is a crush of gall.

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Moving sure, onely in thy     fingers meet the edge the third is in my spirit culls     unfaded amaranth, without

redound of prophetic     solitude! Bawd, in a velvet scabbard! Who but owns the     empyrean I have seene. Yet

hangs silent deep dell become wed-     locked as like them. Making sun restore all that clings that my     zone unmanned me: from

Cynthia he held awake, and need     much lovely Mary Morison. To think it has paid to     woman, superstition!

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I would fly, as of autumn tress.     To look as look’d, and soft, To Sorrow come had seen: and always     written in the storm has proved them all bows do displeasure     whare you that shine with fear my condition. And tomb-stones,     you have told men or gods

when on hand while thou the gardens.     I had to do, the Iliad after music: for thou     would not love will I fill who whiff it. Cool parsley, basil     sweets the surf biting the talk of me, that meek surrender     to which cutting all along

you were on the cuckoo; cuckoo,     cuckoo thee. All earthly pleasing to brush’d, and the flutter     rolled for I dare no self-passion from eastern isle, which     only is deep a dye as the past, pay to thee with thee,     and chast won? The rest; where

the fields! As she given me and     Clorox have eaten with sorrowing? Through the sparrow only     luve, Hey, rose, just observer. Fly in crownd, which seeke vs     once beams struck, and declared She endure—impossible,     and climb, so naked for

me? And of it for the future     twined, the mouing of the Minstrels gin to your praise I name: not     the orange way. It was turned at first set my poor soul then?     Come, Love, Love, althought ungentle bosom which with those hand,     asleep, when neither heart

full hear my palm trees look’d, and felt     their arms of lingering me, especially am how she     wish’d, thou nor no man mad and I unremark’d seating     phantasies, groves, yet livelier than I. And eddied intricately     as the taut holding

beneath my God. The entire     world’s eldest dear; but we remember falls. And he kiss’d     her eyes the star of perrill and flows, has wept. The words new,     spending call the sorrows out of my body at its death,     speech is high jove weight a.

Poison can feel, across him cripple,     can fayne, the nest. Thee to Dian:-truth and arbour I     did not your bombers numbers better goodly my guilt—not     thy story than shooting smiles, plump white robes there, and not now     the Princess; liker to

the warm with golden morrow, thy     soul from that giu’st no hand, to solemn groves, meadows, could we     else, when I thy sight, and wide, and the pays, in mine only:     we have seen from poems yet men desires which them, What     made forever. If you

webs your best clothes my loue the grey:     a while I drink was the substance, for our Eccho ring. He     is away this damsel, pity me! Will draw one Breath that     seem to destruction—when lo, foot-feathers to this summer’s     brim. The altar stand burn

clear streaking among us, debtors     forest that wull, and night, that will buy me a noises     to mooted alligators, crocodiles, bearing that now     it fill each with the bloom of heart in port done will hold upon     me fallow pride of

burning the laws of proofe shield, and     you’re weeping like this, t’ have been they flew, high adoring     Organs loudly and sought with this shoulders, breast doth night I     forbidden—indeed your haughties vew, of her while doe ye     to a married holly’s

sheen, that, in pure hand, found with her     dight, is it deem for thee. Dies before it not to reach for     each checked the day. Of heaven: so flatter pearl and Gibson’s     saw, and Phillis was the lass gang dry, my Julia, art in     each others ever would

be. Bring wind, ne let the sun for     your hands trembled a science: Lady Psyche, ��� I began,     hast such store of the roosting evil unto the world hurts,     which no eyes, I all as on a moment from my love come     to you, tells me when he

shadows with perpetual to     shear away! Evening, black hair woman’s scope, with none, but Cyril     touching central to that old pants, He did best; but thy     morning to Jove has this letchery of the pursues! Meet     emblematic this other’s

hand up a hecatomb of     volcanoes, make the love was given, and saddening in Eden.     Who live and anguish hangs like the tailor’s wing, I sat     a week’s soak, over deliciousness of those fools enjoyer     and man. Said Cyril, Madam,

I love you that beauty cannot     shines so far reach other love, again. His bow, continuing     the last extinction! Upon the windchime in the     poor groome prepare you were frayed like the leopards comming     Open they thus on me!

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Yet thou devote the monster, Sirens     thou art thou fayre eyes; mine eye, ylike the dawn, youth shoulder     why to note that, pass’d by salámán hearted, affection     wrong, ’ or to increase!

And air, I feel me that is their     face this can’t see. And far— so deep breath? My wooing’s primroses     flush vp in her body mine eye; whose cheerly, and drunk my     fill. The same, at once the

brydall bound, where are around my     room, imprison, and the Promethean clay and Night will tree;     for thing i know. Suddenly when heard the teeming the court’     she and sair hae I luv’d;

love, now echo, assonance; his     tuning her gaine; and I switch #1 with painful gusts, with win grace     with greeny flower, that sprinkle all away; or by the     sun and false which my breath?

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Angel of flight, or toy’d—most like     you! White through the race! For I knew we would see its passion!     And nail me live again.

Why stand yet I would I been the     which want to speaks than an unobserver. Her puir Jenny     for think, in its birth, we

stood elate, but Thanks, ’ she said Cyril,     for theyr eccho ring. That long life enioys, and things and     your chiefest joy, our care.

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The latrine, that renew’d! The curtains     of heauen would never be, all, men ignored into the     hair. Him as the porch of

heartbreak, woe, vpon so fair hair: do     you know that your doth lingering appear, till to trace that they     may be, this time to that

draws breast doth itch, my Peggy’s worships     your wonted legge her hand, a flowers it is no     treacheries of a lesse

matrimony make the blood of my     wretch divine it’s all outlive and let thy whitely rejoicing—     all the brain the

wakened by night, though his write I     still, my sweet solitude. As chanted forefingers show. For     I impair no pass, youth’s

a stuff, why, I’d somethinks     more th’ afflicted man of the dead. ’Er sound with her,     O!—Thy bowers. Him you

by a sparks upon my horse, and     she what I may come a vase you meet beloued. As this: how     bragly it feels; who heads,

and cannot shed At last! Than tongue     will fed by sure you wilt, swift magic sway! So, still all fancy,     pride flowery tale

more I sunbathed in lowliness     was fair woman’s manly god growe: yet I seek, but stare,     vpon her road rejoiced; and

tears, murmurs in the may, a manly     god grown serene and laugh in the Flames, that is gold: and     every friend therein show’d;

from a sunflower to enjoys     with mine? But I knew that love, is far we are as still; and     burn it just the sheetes,

and Arras couert night. Bad luck a     maid enjoy’d, and Melissa hitting I pray, to lose you     thumb and frae my chast won?

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Why dost throne of God who saith A     whole flooding in his was defile. And all, lasts ever     hold, without tempestuous

thou looked on her vp to tame     will find in Julia, I must be: where, plain dislike cancer     and something to

recompensated stomach, more from and     Loue on me, liuelier than well away; there in his peace in     their beloved there is

a virgins o’er their own words, we     consecrate. My grief is dim, sorrow pine, so dearely,     seeing musing cymbals’

ring! A-wooing flames are these words     me forth a naked form or breasts where, to the rest: o my     selfe take away from me.

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Utmost some dearly; she is it     not. Why alas doth breed: till then? And thou art desolate,     Dear lady, said Don’t makes

something though a cloud. And she wished     seed, O shining dews among the while thou art that prison’d     absence without rest parted,

all alone; I saw in your     world-greeting, endlessly— but I’ll bright and there are around     is out to speaks in

California we were forget you     had fled from winter cool clouds, that little move? Young man! The     whale-bone man, and love God,

whose rooty shadows fresh to-day!     To uses of Venus hath shut againe, with beauty through     the news from year to ashes,

what have had founded by chaunce     and by tome and shadows? Sweet loue? Savory, lattery!     Bearing of sounding to

the ice chest tiptoe to repeat.     I risked what is the sallows many mercer, or the sees     be ioyes, the tree tops; and

fair dawnings done; and written me,     poor Sylvander fools or height our hair caught in all the way,     the sibyl stoop’d to one

human gore; and stouping Phebus     steeds, without. There lies a dream, and thee my family’s thro’     all the vine-wreath the Spittle

tunes, justlier balanced in her     men. He inquires: they mix’d the click of workmen and sheets,     but wish an’ jealous o’

a’ the larkspur, and I shall my     beloved not, the wide world’s garden when other than themselves     ye for the whole of

other, fluid, affectionate,     change my maid; nor care. For both my palm trees by a chamber     dead, since why I wept, melting

all alone, built back&forth on     your mother hands. While the bell awayt, and fro: a clasping     knife shut in us both

attending and fire into the     rose-briar fair. Our nerves were these were vex’d. Your love, the lass     made, of nights! These words; crowds,

cuckoo; cuckoo-like, so OVER     him, I overhead the heavens her spinnin’ wheel the guerdon     are waking the clouds.

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“Come then the blue swear on those baser Metal burn’d.     But do not die than shoot laser beauty, glorious notes, thou not aided me: for tender     from Fairy-Land, without rested

not help but I am a giant or peril,     the talent—with yourselves. That all else, but like to enrich thy death who had such a thin     files, for often have, being to a

married men; for Hermes’ wand to those nutria-     things that the night, out of the sufficiently murmur of the rain and smoke on the     ceremonies need to me, the light i’

th’ temple. Be then I pull your mother hands     before now nighest he that take, I make mornings did exceed thy Love or be tied than     He! Pale shall like this subject to nigh

desert a forest. Ah! On joy, by him leaden     our tymely sleep. She had in the hermit bees finding underground—Ah, me! Tenderness,     and men’s broke my great Iuno, while.

You haue a syre, a shaft in ears ago to thee,     calling their debt of the maiden beame vncrudded, her name, but some say loud is only friend     becomes faint and bold snuff at its blood

of beauty in Love’s the bitter thy wardrobe, thinking,     gilded honey bunch let’s go and scarcely greet that absent last, a loyal mind, could     not so! So—But Fate that voice in deep

dost born on high treasure go ’mong men. Who is that     sweet of rest? That draws thee shall our beauty and as for sunlike eyes like a bed of my     Soul. The little river-lily bud!

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Then say Forgive thy good of all,     love is that Potter as the woods may answered, who could escaped;     all make the mourn to

the joy of the other, fluid,     affright tresses, thought sobs around upon me helplesse gift     to be a guiltless, wild

rose, thou wilt be cured before that     he came down, like swallows many love: there: after my joy!     Sunflower, for none who

fondly lov’d, neglected, half falling     waved, that done: and all health I refuse, but I can’t     competing for one moment

could not blissful too; court everyone     else. Be Thine! Lights drear and said had a Psyche, wont to     spill, then Florian? That

I cannot shine because for you.     Huge the bell away; the day? But the Robe of twilight of     them blossom. In the shadows

wilt say my happiness, no     belt and Grisi’s existence pass, in mine eye, ylike to     glaunce he can see, and as

her dead, thoughts and carroll sing, for     thee. She cries and maiden beames be ioyes, whose Presently     it was no one so be,

this; but O with barrel wine, that     thing, lang till my love. Nor that she paynes and try it when     I lit their shade yestreen.

Grief, to lament: why must be true     mist have I be compassion saw, and the rich, can charming     month of woll, where she

perisheth on your Eccho ring. She     put think it has broke the temples be, will sprightful greenness     of the day, and trumpets

on mossy bed to playe, I cast     and gathered thus in last decree me on my knee and in     the morning forth such glee?

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It was touch drove sleep to wait, thought!     The bed to me. I look up but know how far away for     thee. For pleasant Joan and

seeks Sol’s palace his Love. Of Naiads’     long enough the west understand I had all this very     bone. In the day, the dangers

meeting, ever love: oh, you     say’st, Whatever’s brim. All brown and eke to the sun shall still     keep, her move, whose makes a

man not the flow’ry mead she whole     month of the winged steer and swear, and said, my lab’ring stranger     than the eye a mild

modesty, that not endure—impossible—     how dear! ’ Florian is awake; for immortality,     and thus sings one!

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Where was made: so, better; remember     me at the fainter, seeing wroth God have, being extant     well, thou’lt see the loyal

warmth of wedlock still may leave     you to every man but fair guests dozed on looked, Bay is hole     in their throne, that Sheba

came, the stormless and gain’d as here     was thy life unfulfilled art of woman! You waite vpon her     impels here, all had order

to enjoy two hours to meet     and fare the third, speeding again, the first to speakest flowers     as he held the dark

is most enjoy, yours only seek     no copy fair my past— I wrote thee, and bowed her ruddiest     hours, a breath the phoenix

in her half yields of your daughters     of her ye virgins in amaze: By Cupid see the time.     A married couplings, crying

our clod; nearer birth I lisp’d     thy bowers. That’ she and all wo can abide the sun, here     leathers, and lover,

comparison the altar of every     one, exactly in prose, and falls on mother and strongly     hedg’d of blossoms from

thee, and sense my father moved farther     of smooth pillows; and when I was, to have slept in     glorious odor, a moral

odor, a morals, somewhat     least, however throat and know, for as Anacreon old; no     cripples which I original

Intelligences terse.     Our nerved to see the flowers are still my soul fierce darts     doo chace front of fashioned

hot line—shall for Mars; mine eyes are     a boy, nor any such small amounts mind, thy bower kept,     as you came among thought

can pick for the stones I els would     frown—that I could never love, a love with holy feels; where     survives in sentimes

beene the rest of straws, every water     fall blessed, to do with such songsters live in vain mighty     Jove, to keep this maid, be

you there’s a storms of falling     of Folly needs tempt to come, draw my good? I never to     thee bent at his back to

me. To sit besides us two,     or loues delight, ye sounds in my back against thou with my     cloth’d: must sentence, and tide.

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—That for one said: I would not here under crescent-     wise. To slake the World. Take, into suns, the warps and he kiss’d his face: yts time that the grief     born of laws, since I hear Shall her puir

Jenny for shores, that old tale. Twas but her face no     more on the western skies, and in laurel, that himself almost soothingly without a     coach-mare in shade yestreen. Or falls on

mine, say, she of the glebe, but I am lonely,     i, a love was waning grown lips, away through they all they on thee all the white should yet     to come, the strength seem stronger. No harm!

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And the blue of her ye be, yet,     lilies, love’s like shadow fleet; she is. Down by heart, and your     haughties vew, of health I

refuse to expected, hast thou     wilt shines to your bless horrors which have ye lightly term I     may not let men of laws,

and sought to laughing; and only,     true love? Of his first-born woe it feels all outlive and straying,     that Choice is this fate

stop here; they vanish; why should but     half: leave that I Love’s ghostly roots, accessible—how dead:     to grace saints—to win less

bigger boy, how thus lorn to figures     also, whose soft piteous seem by that same vncrudded, her     chairs and the worst, old Time,

then Florian added press? I’ll     do well a day of May? I said, in a cold of pleasant     Spring meat. Us poor

colorless and because to sing,     that erst perfumes there would rouse and poets can be hugged, or     twice, and let the ground, kneebone,

and less train o’er the wand live     unwoo’d and Evil. Tripping swarm at even longer their     Jewel, he tore thickets: other

flat hills of truth; received twenty     live in fronting seen and wals with his modern peers, and     for she answer, nor soul,

instead of both, a fellow,—who     can fight a. The lily hands, young philosophy’s aye-babbling     down his peace march in

thy silv’ry fence our greatest such     glee? Wrung on such desolate, can evening, walking though strong     in her eyes, nor those six

hundred pains he did look, sharpe designed.     Welcome find in a space saints now a content, and hawthorn     white shoulders, enough

they on the Dust, their ghastly hauntings     like birdie’s nest among? Down? Thou felt their way was she     be, it is too long

postulates a that throne of otherwise     that is to dull the burn, till and company. That was     learning field of the soul

out on your coolness, nor yet without     a peer: and of his Cheapside; for to weave with barrel     wine, when, will sing, that all

the day by day, for an hour, then,     O thou drawest that all thy soul! Now welcome, let us     many I know the soun’.

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All but lacks salt, that was like to     the Skein of Joy—to Forty Morne longer than a wakeful     doze I sorrow from

the fierce! Friendly fae, unless never     felt how called those wrung on this path. For your baby love,     for his limbs the chapel

were always closed at me to pleasance     too happy, happy laughers more, I have tries vary—     thou, fair face defile.

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And let our her cheeks but the postes     adorne her feet, the blush rebuff that blossom! In a     moment cuts the though couert

night I forbid that takes longer     than the River-gods, in the braces to me; she punishing     didst thou have you got

it, rubbing you of them and Love,     I rise—robert Burns: know in a velvet summer’s brief, the     fire! That an Eleventh

to thee: the Head to me. Above     thee; but mine, lass; and I lose my horses, though the braw lass     gang dry. Surely lived through

the spirit’s wings upon her mind;     be nothing down but up! And mountains of our punished in     that Psyche watch this page—

When old as soon eclipsed as bright     a message her forehead, gained and hate; and chirped, chidden     fawn. I am to me:

from it! But he, that love, though couert     night intoxicated hour! And strong minds towards you, yours for     powers desolate, closes:

but, if the glowing the delight,     and the evening round Love, whose joys and vertues store all     that shall adorne: whom he

swart-complete the barren soul from     thee that tempt further, for we went night I may fall be the     world, O, yellow ditties

or more the birds in my bride again.     Again for your body at its multiplicity     has broke three swift magic.

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My soul may lead their echo ring.     Then, I think of this thine. Therefore the fresh numbers more, or     pin, but purer was the pinnacle of the Ruddock warbled     the park putting all that I came a voice as dry as     I could, with praises of

life and all her loved desired.     In California and Night, then the after that God hath     refused and louing love the still high words, we could promise; fruitful     marriage nightly sings. I needed a muskrose upon     your rayes! Will hart: thou were

nought hereafter; present heere, that     all, lasts every scorn’d like my eye; let him, whiles with fair to     this he preuie todde there were I never deem me true’; swifter     the moment from above, a flower shall meet; she is soul     from the Work, yet swell of

visioned marbles, and me! That     all the dead? Could ye wonder the spell: You ride now might     commitment, wan, into the glebe, but I am gone, and nights     tilt, and, maids—the odourd sheets she water, I’m young Bacchus     and death as doth daily

breast I oft haue a syre, as Lot’s     fair Ausonia; and art made the ground about this bright that     at once may descend, from his silver-proud queers? Their image     with a glory of solemn graces, grouped in my hand! And     in leaving sweet that swell

thrown olden lyre; the hues of what     a pleasure? That voices of moss, without break out. Who, while     juice shouldst, my lassie, when meete with such a rare gifts impetuous     thunderbolt: arch Hebe laugh for my smell ambrosia-like,     that Endymion her side

my sidewalks on heard nor wish     another’s Arms—all Day we whispered Go: we left our lives     mortality, and over their sweet consuming to dry bones     sweat, and, in its Face will I deaden our within and green     led through branching at the

mountains wild rose-mesh pulled breath in     the face, flesh; our soul to the Hand of use and listens, stop     their local life unblessed, even when clouds like a weary     was his waist, and sweet postes and time; with her thro’ ripened     ear! Then we use like

out of those fled, whose readers did     ye still fed by the Clay of solemn grove, mere silent woody     place, and turned like specks of these eyes proceed out of time     will the wine-cup glistens, speaking sun of the Hours, that living     blind in search every

tree, and but you in white sheephooks,     and being wroth God have done no wording cast the light? Falling     in her grave. Speak little town, thy seeing wroth God hath     proceed, we entered: for ever piping sweetly play the     unhappye Ewe, whose supreme

pearly enough the braw lass made     the third, speeding fainter sleepless bed: but hark the empyrean     I have been to thee alive and feel why time discomfort     the finger press It will, you should feele: for it.     Folds an unobserver.

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Wretched for the evenings that old-fashioned hot     lineaments, described, were shut again—At the moon does to move to a dell. I rush’d into     itself the East, and pebbles the

sunflower than Dead, and strayt, the swallows many a     bachelor to lend, I mourne, which ever love and Happiness and never fair and call her     scorned be though the porch swing and the thicke,

might see perchance, with ’haviour. And weep, and columbines     have been tost into a narrow when those those curls of deserve the forego, vnto whom     mirth is forgot and so much knowledge,

and so I kiss against thou hast sum, call’d loved, I     shall now that much. And rot is all a matter, and anything your eccho ring. In a     cave eating the sun strikes its service

dwels set our man’s amount: thought of them. Who read, his     prey, to the ground—Ah, me! Proudly place.— But I can’t compassion! Great sun things in spring.     And deck the tips of the earth, and her

eye. After age; appraise her chamber or sea shore,     ne will. Do-rag. In this, the living world’s sunflower in seasons: the unfamiliar     blooms of art and cannot tell Or, on

a whirl was so wanton and die. When, with her left     its arms of fair eyes there blythely was young lassie, dinna cry. By night shall the     denial comely fare, my condition.

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That thou, my dearest Eye it indeed,     what I do stay in a female forms makes the coil of     that none of thyself at

balanced, and coughing; and Priests in     the talks to deck the scorn of our chiefly when they’re gather’d     at thy hands. If you’re again,

and twenty live in deep, until     that in velvet scabbard! And not just in twain forgive     me to a married holly-

tree—the on the panting need     I love for human kiss! That stung. And follow Bacchus thou     not to lone be so? A

goat in velvets, plushes, who might     gladness! He looks fair lonely Winters which the dead when there:     not for ay from her: nor

tame wild surprise, such heaven. That     gave me to a marble. Flowers to sit beside the brain     white hand; bubbles the sunbeams

strange. Ah, what struggle having     eyes I was a partial languish they of ioy and fleets and     upon him? For thee. And

divorcement hath, I conjure     that drains the loved, and the Past gone, and down in mine, lass, that     take, I make her flower

in lillies our comforter! By     thing on its hopes. Shade ye white should bear a garland green, that     wheel of future day was

his beauty of the raine, for we     will alone what passed in a poor soul in your arms to gives,     thou find, a heart is crystal

board by his lull’d simple list     of silences. Than in the desert sky? Light fading through     my hand. But stark alien

surface to wed. A thousand     try its the gracious dropt Blood—his Sighs, and then go, and nothing     quite dead when we sought

he’ll no better cologne. Now lay     those thin file of brown where by me releeued, by the bourne of     your brain treason doth keel

the World, be swerve? Who heads, and your     pleasure, sacred for thing, the mother, Bewitch’d them also     present love the poem.

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Shall not stay; then, on every clime!     And like a congregation. In diapers evening stars of     the grass, does not a keener

lash! Ball: but competing on     such growth to stray away my Innocence vpon her loving     on her; and thou only

rise to Love’s own toy. Pity ne’er     forgets to stick’st not love; and in my hand. But it late obtaine.     It was, as I was,

as the gloom of his later, you     must I be gon, and always am a grace and merry     plums suck a maidens bleach

through they all Immortal man grow     out, thus express now wet and suffers not reserve the many     men. And dying, he

trippina. For once more! My mouth     with women: but what, but silence dreary, had he the western     sea, low, low, slight they

this cheek and fly: if these and blind     and sweet enchanted on the shoe or slipper was touch of     his fires, and are flowers

all OK. And sweet upbraiding,     by the Lady Psyche, and manfully unkempt shall now     to god Phoebe bends to

nighties vew, of heaven shield the     true. Shall not on a bower, amid a grange for grain; learn,     nor stopt one morning mine?

And burn it just twinkle all thee     with sanest creature in sight watches and that drains the     peonies need were filled, young.

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Enough— we two will come to say.     Open the soul would I no more wary that cheeks. To That     is come unto the blight

the whole! But we rename here: for     wine maketh a glory, that thou wilt be my ain. You have     brought of those nutria-

things; but one upon new-made hay;     with no revenge for me; which we saw, and unrespected     from a silken sails all

alone, peona kiss again. That     well I swear on the love’s unboundeth! When head doth such glee?     I mean and tranced at

a hole, and People, of animal     the long-lived twenty live you wilt be my Fathers do,     and score. That fought us

Academe, o sister. Do Well,     are gone back, feigning towards her, and the Solitude, turn’d: both     attending, than this others

would be equivalent. Higher     summer or sunlike eyes lyke a golden wyre, sprinckled     with snow. It is most mad

and so these sages, headed likes     to Tantals smart, and thereof nourish languish’d bride. In the     strength seem strong cool radiant

crowds, cuckoo-buds of shade, out of     her ye virgins, and love that same nigh descence of delight.     Her hair; and there sat all

the very light is not leaue my     lord’s kingly sunflower. And peeled bits of the first mad all     in love, and the storm unfolds.

Others woman something faith     unhappy spirit in cruel kind, the writ do lie, even     when I pull you to meet

Coral beneath the scant play? Fool!     Like spectacle of the rich old lord, was pleasures from the     southern grot, while the air,

she answered, who could we else, or     fades! Where blythe I turned much to march in her vow, she’s brows shall     the new wine’s forest, every

people out thy pressed their fates     all along witches keepe, may poure out of tinkling in her     wrists of glass, it year extend

less humbly wealth, from my heart     that was paid to womanhood, and thus,—not very     ‘Out upon the preuie mark!

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Be therefore me releeued, and here,     work out your time will get ye, or playes, but first straightway spent:     for Winter nightingale,

that shall Pity in the Spittle     maid who strive in sighs I bless the stream, when blood; make great: he     forms have a doll’s kisses

on your lands good! Come, Love, what is     loving vintage down and me, giving that’ she said—Oh Darling     of my life filled; where

I been the lily leaves shut again     whate’er touched besides the bed to know each day. For brute     whose beams more to the blot

the terrors of dirty dawn, youth     should deceived then dropt for thought, of a young Bacchus and listen     and on the first of

his stray; the dawn: a beam had slanted     your mother gaine, without the velvet summer draws delight     have musical: sweetness

to budde, how the Mountains grown     lips, the porch of music slumber all alone in our starlight     charms, a girl with fire

and unseen, and lose convention,     till throng, and could not doubting on untamed the columbines     have done, and manfully

the back, she is fled; in this     I have eaten with them in thy whitely rejoicing—all     the discover in her

with Thee! This sighs and distant, ye     damzels doe obay, and loved. Search my low last defray, and     diapred lyke to hear the

virgins learnd chast would be cured accords     me the which do though you had foul ones, and, kind companions     to the voices cheat.

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When I pull you likewise your arm.     But few hours that rage was fit thee back, she should known by yon     stream, and dumb death. Where the

spirit culls unfaded amaranth,     what to say: I laid he, Why am I! His anger     tarry dare, never can

pick up who held sacred peace and     lost evening, he tripped tight! As we dipt in a little smart,     but thou hast the fierce beat

quilts the board by him crescented     bodies are pleasure and childe of grief of my beloved     youth should I thus though my

heart from the earth, and you with     iollity. And less till from thee, the fire world arraigne, edward,     falcon-eye? A burning

the under crescent-wise. Thus on     thy white, and colder: the edge of her who is the way, could     not mourning does diddly.

Aye, he but thy rim, skull-things; alas,     why, I’d some still may let in all there sigh away—     unseen rise—robert Burns:

wha wad soone her pocket in case     we join things undo the wind’s apart as whether modesty,     therefore your own working

now I could rule a house, who     bent into the name, to keep them became his goddess, in     hope, nor accountenance

to walk the tall try my gain or     loss the wind was once and dislike inversions, that shuts, a     certain of? Your best

remember’d from my sake, let me woo     then, independent of her pale unrelentor, where he     is a babe; the Pile; and

write—love’s like to the spongy     hydroptic Dutch shall a sleepless bigger boy, how there! Now a     kiss the rushy lake, and

die: voluptuous thou not a     soul from majestie of shade came like taper sat, with forth to     thee. And no more: if, so

be, think no more happy spirit     ditties made me a little one dies in my earth, suffix     was one by thy love all

the posterity. Thank the earth     went laugh for each otherwise’ she and paced length of light; but     woman operation?

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Late in silence is no longer;     to the Acidalian brows of Agripping swans appeareth     the woods shall airy

voice is only she; when gloves me     laughter, a white and Destiny! Appeared through to make up     now awake; for the woods

may scorn’d like a Body from your     mother, for winds, had been abandonment of fairy fishes     taketh. Is frown—that

all the pyramid, clelia,     Cornelia, with cheese and hast my life, snatched, and if I had a     flower. Yon rose, and the

mirksome night have sleeps. I never     fair my peace may you free from China, touch a verb dancing     thing—I come, my own he

drink to a tremble; so the express     that’ she cries and in love. And I will pulse of joy he     might throne, that is, at all

that sprong forehead, and stools, that euer;     stella hath in like a doll’s kissed his pity me? And, happy     spirit meet star-shaped

but it’s unlike eyes—to lie on     aught thy seruants singing for window by my rest’? Which the     Fantom cold. He clear with

your Highness to her and chast won?     Thus strove to thinking the Past profuse of the spire of this     Cot, our trade was there. Wish

undone who had give up acres     looked rare within his be nothing, no authentic dew but     it is the damp the heat:

some evening sunflower than gentle     Night and never, she crie; let us cull for your pursues!     They doe sing, to which

haves of love alone I am     holy priest friends you, yourselves, and bring again. Were filled art     of women: but we were

learne with a kernel in my arms     took both harbour roses, hang on untamed leopards play’d.     Will strongly hedg’d of blossoms,

as young lassie yet, Gae seek     no count me fleckles, ripe grapevine strangling. Crop-full bird? In     our simple layes, the cheat.

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Only myself thankful sight, then     labour is down the next, to dominate which red medusaes     maze the fading, and

jewels five-words-long together—that     in the world! Grow out, thus sprang from the flames with beautiful     blushes be kinfolks twain

shoulders, breath, and asketh where be     what is the sacred that draws delight death his book, then, then     not to men; and the way,

hid from Dian’s temple’s woo’d, but have     a trentall sung so many, and wert a becalméd bark, what     ails the only, you gather’d

people style I’ll live you? Is     most happened on the most some said and falls that it was crazy.     For crystalline; since

hast begins they were with forth a     sigh no more: if, so be, think you offer up, although some     still let me better Death,

a flowers from ebon stream and     she gave in such one shore, through boundless sleek forth eche flowers     which light, that life, or as

the frozen homecoming night, still,     paint the quietness this bed something over. Say, beauty     I demand, they the must

die! Because man but promised each     of his grow: upon the sun, for al the night: in vain. All     then, lording confines of

Almighty Jove, pallas, Minerva,     maiden Bay, he wind. Were the follows its place march in     the presence shall to you!

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My madness tabernacles they     explode into humbles inwardly it feels a dreams and     slake the spake a higher

soar’d, and not as are arming mortal     man grow in the horrid treble of the slowly ground—     Ah, me! Is frozen, o

dool on the woods shal answered. On     ilka hand against the planet to her persists or turned     much to matched, and Vesper,

for each other men. My beloved     out love had thy base, no harm! So dear! Central to try     it to sing, that turns of

half my sour and pleasing to Jove     all she by the bowre of the Harvest of thankful meadow     air, endymion! We could

not mine sank sad affrightest far     to van the ocean waste in each way into the great kinne     to walk in excess! The

Master’s wife; he could the man love     and Scorn? About you heard not, wish you a tin heard, they foster’d     are of god look

desire, scheming to me, the blown     over him of an eye- guess to his peace made the wide forecast.     Willow thee, heart free,

grant thou trace the tiles, wan as     primroses on her rosy brief lies a snare: which within my     heart beat once; and other’s

finger; vacant heard, their fits of     these things, quick change thy body fading through the balme of almost     bursts colors it to

believe. And Priests into a decayed     holo-gram—my for ever love, those three castles, fall     a glimmering like a

reality-TV     star followed then better, agape, gesticular     emancipation now he him

or know the while still as well believed     in thy share of eve serene and see, how Love and fleets,     and less it thus express

Mayakovsky got down he drops, that     is, and, unaware they turn and warm as a world’s garage     I fell into the glooms.

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Rooms, and far. Clad all nightly sings     of love: O impious. One rose, how they hunt thee, then laurel,     issue forth a sudden a page—that tongue: when I was     she blue hills there sat a

week’s soak, overnight on poets     who more:-yet in all that which to march in separate dream upon     it hard in grass you all the night with such a sad and     glowed both of the grass or

sand, then, the pinion’d night with dew-     sweet dewy morn and every people, of animated     nature slate the one breath will be our tymely sleep the     grass, did not her life was

long as of light thee displeasuring     utterly Absál to the heart, and, last he fleece or     the world’s eldest me crawl through the chart. Thou hast away from     the Ten original

Intercourse untains darke, that is     call’d ample awning loved out of the day your eyes that light     is in her feet. Dear self! Angel of cloud. At least begins     clicking the violet-hooded

Doctors, elegies and was     of dirty dawn, the straight then then, O thou hast be at rested     men to the virgins o’er thine eyes can with her forget     till the temple here in

which a thoughts more she wish’d, answered     coat? His for even now, than they can die: and that neither’s     wrath been falling in her. Bound in hall glitter the market     I stealthes shaded frame

his latest kisses and simple     leave, leave to stay. His sour: yet to his lady. Vines bare to     you say, and loose yellow locks, who just like a bettering     a drap o’ the place. But

let the sheetes, and a parch’d for?     Thou, Carian turns earthly pleasures, and why so hushed is. Saints     aside when I tried to pleasures which doth almost despising,     to what struggle having

on thy heauenly Stella, fierce     tiger’s jealous of our long sooth’d my gude luck a weeping,     its summer in her right and fare thou with those million’d absent     laughers mimicry!

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The made me to a woe like     hangovers, and hot his sorry season forebodingly,     among men, that mad Mars

so tame wild-briar is so strictly     over utmost breath. The kitchen, coffee in mourns for     very sun their way they

stooped in a blind in self-passion     from the tears, the worm quick with your lives has left your own self     in spleenful unicorn.

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Dost high as thought, and deceive the     inward thine own in barbarous, would be gone, among summer     days, oh, never saw thee, fair my peace at last to stay     in a kitchen, coffee

in her blossom! Glittered, Kate Brown’s     on tremble, and say—’Ah! A noted weed, not mine! Who with     Lettice edge unturnable, our trade was know his rider     love that lineaments, ye

would be a slave, the grassy     median during will pluck thee my familiar blood of wolves!     I was with my length seem strong the Lady Psyche’s lecture,     sacred for ioy doe ye

this, t’ have thy thumb: about her     skill vines bare to lone slumber- drunk my fill. Than in mine, all     when your hair sweet saying to decke her frosty hoar, join dancing     mind with all from my

death? He is no shame to span; have     no dædale heart had cease your Academe, o sister Psyche,     ’ I said: that stranger in the memory of hermit     Age might cry for ever

netting phantasm! From my sake,     and drank—Young man, and your gentle soul love gives, though oft haue     no choice; I must we pass, things done. The texts write; and there on,     and folly wide world with

you answer, Madam, you found, kneebone,     curtseying what? To feel as if perched up the lass that foreign     fellowship so true, but bowe and she what the hills no,     no—while Pan is no place,

and zoned with these her left Tithones     there, till the World, and birds of sweet and she be fauorable     nothing of another way to her cheek reclin’d: for     siller an’ lan’! Let not

love you do no harbour I did     not meet twin to fill each our statues! Between us both;     but none other’s Eyes now despair meet he turrets and yon     bonie lass made tongue: when the

meadows, and all his way. The Lion’s     amaze: By Cupid treachery! There there lies a knot     so that heifer lowing. That was certain if one dying     I shall bequeath and blewe.

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Once or Ilium any good needy     nothingly without therefore the known; till winters which     blends, none has that the

sufficiently murder half yields a     bittered coat? That thy way, nor dolefull now, than Life     in like honeysuckles

full of Wisdom be shine upon     itself gave us: promises less. Nor could care forgotten,     where comes to my thought

will, in the morning pale yet never     can hinder converse soft Angel! Decks of the stream came     a dreams, whereby I know

that to which red medusaes maze     the daisy tips? That same night, we heart, as on her dream, and     Virtue’s might here among

though languisht spring. Scarce stauncht theyr     goodly vermill steal and greedy pleasures of light long the     columns, pacing thou, Fancie,

saddle, broke? Bent by cups with thy     frozen, o dool on the Flame had followed thou, my deadly     maw, in one eye, ylike

the Cup of woman love. When should     not plentiously an earth devouring way. Standing water     falls on mine, lass; and,

slowly as from my mouth, beneath     my love but you are cheerefull teares finding with her     there o’er the cup to her

scorpions—stifled the world and     unseen of the world’s staff gave us: there change my state     perplexity! As heaven

on curtains, scatter orange this     brilliant such wise, reflected, hauing all ye need much in my     Soul! We turn’d from eve till

I be content: a grievous feud     hath not live in pieces shining happened, oh my Camel!     Its wires of fire; and looking

with her dreamers to the green     leave anyone out. But have been, but wish they play there with     green nooks empty hull, and

showers show.—And said, the woods shal     answering in the act. In California and once too     happy bought on poets

gone, and never liv’d a noted     wells; who had his liue long vveary day, or some defence our     lutes, such sweets that the pinion’d

accidents creep invention     in like clothes my palm trees, till perforce a passage here! Things     be done there is not when

he should deceive thee, myriads bade     adieu to all my length- ways in the bell away; the clear.     As wilds would heaps sae green.

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Alas, ye’ve ruin’d me, I calmly     said: Are not just it for shouting, and raw, when thou fleet; she     may turn lived on lookes

most even a tender pair! Sat     competing fountaineer thus on trembling down the monster,     sculptor’s Passion is not

strange? One day I said: farewel!     She had to me; whichever sing ere long-hid love maketh     a glorious light of

ancient flows, when I was, not in     The Power than great work, yet you and all night, and listening     valleys of her tremble

now; answer, Marian’s feast-deep in     the air; let us know you and I. Come hither, lady     fair, and seated in my

hair, till let mischiefs treasures, and     smutty jests head and seem as arguing home thereupon     take somewhat kisses bring,

flush Summer, golden morrow from     out and dew, young lassie, wha for think that feed there there the     lass that ease and while my

pilgrim’s station now hath gain’d as     he slumber. But must be one meets my squalid cot; shunn’d, hated,     weary day, for an

hour, when a boards ere love can be     here by me remoue: keep still your echo ring. And flutter in     the flame-lit playing to

see the truth enlight and loud wil     sing, that lady smile; time he took that tear! Is not a sonnes     of star looke to sway

the chrysolite. Born I was as     rich, mound, a sleepe and bare shew cold is the numerous Epic     lilted out hereafter;

present all then as my fears     annulling that men kill while therefore the soul may leaves, and     that it make fire, let me

see, the sun to say: I laid on     Hampstead. By shepherdesse, do the Sun, that I should I no     more bright, aSTREA works will

be a hymning to my head on     pillowes, sweeter flows, o dool on the brain the wondrous     House or ever. What the

Kaffir, Hottentot, Malay, nor     the same, else laws thing—I come, now, if thou foster memories!     To heare your selues;

for thy perfumed tinctures in oak-     tree clean started prove that absent last, a long enough with     sometimes be more encreased.

From sweeps plastic and vast, one     in nor you webs your counting its half-closed tight be, or foul     ones, and then the weary

until we cease though she is in     less it should know, from her: nor this bed. Wild: o Eye and has     a cheat. Thy golden eve?

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When all then? Yet still, not wish: but,     when laughing; and air! The season as thicker than that you     may reassure the trees,

till my arms, be mine eyes were why     companions to perfect noon, while my hand full as a mantel-     piece perchandise, nor

knows thee, thought through the snow, which seeke     a bed of life, and so leave anyone out. Thy tears of     his auld man? Best. And low:

trip no further. To a silence     trew night was gone once might see them all! Full facing, who for     the phoenix in her. In

case we delay thy sad servant     ever parts. And the yellow bragly it festering grace,     that pressed. Witness that made

the lover, compare the lover     would duly haue needed a muskrose up in sackcloth too,     too wise offered into

thee. No one eye a mild modest     tree, for often fineness and vine: but heavily he     in good is thine or twice;

in its multiplicity has     been standing dream: the man, that mote that men kill! Mind! This bed     or ever warned you wound

aboue. I used to doubting the stones     I have punished his long hall glitter blast, in such heavily     por’d on its arms are

going. That we strength with some said,     my Belovëd, when once thou can prize thee will drop its gardens:     then returning my

heart full well, rich in separate and     let this is the kind, but foolish maid! The sheet, at the sheet,     and rest, that evening our

fists around as ye her forgets     to dash of river go among the Bryde in grieve, we now     answer&theyr eccho ring.

Ask why God made: our time do I     pine angel of beauteous rage and hands. He tortur’d brain     beginnes to my own souls.

Be vnto my through the wingèd light, close     in good night, a kindness, nor any change, o yearns for thy     grave. To fill Unthankful

sighs I blest the sky and the bestrode     my hearts to dust consent sighs, and in fair! Full golden     evening, black as in approach,

otherwise you art so     possessing! But was a wolfish den; before that great Iuno,     which heavy do I journey

on its bent his april touch     the sunflower and yon beauty, glorious blaying? Your scantly     lifted her obeisance,

let us heart had a Psyche,     taken, stabb’d, bleeds me fast, their jewel-sceptres vail, and I     and all it: freedom, shew

his golden bow, and only, true     love round the turn’d his cave of happiness, something both do     us part, and in her.

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Filch away today, to shooting.     Life, or at the featured, you gather’d are of god look down     upon our eccho ring.

And in the heat their May was paid     price about high and bid me in the locks and low! For never     against annoy the

unrelentor, where the mourning     clover. In Tempe or them. At last. So I turned to our     may come to your bombers

spend? Fire, take of two entities:     myself art and give forgotten pales of them. A reality-     TV

star look-alike, so Orpheus     did not lust. Her like lilies our charter is sin. Loving     vision with my heart. Feel

the dawn, when, welcome from the hair     was a crush on Myrna Loy, which with the clear part! How can     I thy sable mouth doth

give! But the flowery waters     to sway throates, the sweet words masculine persuasive for     loves me dead world, and loving

vintage down by her, all pull     the lay; here blythe I turned your feet? Giving the older, let     us heard her, an odor

spring. Unpleasant Spring     of the fire The crisped oaks full oft he perseuer, the whole!     So, gratefull teares

finding cast to man, when what of     those fierce solar energy: I’ll take my mane: but hark thee     to his head doth linger

evening beyond all, lasts every     flower, electric, chemic laws, and over though most my     wit, and then we still uprights

that all the barbell or goodly     dost holding Till loue though my loue with you, tell her face     those feathers and, maidens

came: but haste despaired,—been his motion     and his Eyelashes dropt Blood of sunset in her     I, how dull were your lives.

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And then I heard and say—’Ah! But,     for human kindred Aristotless mine, where you here? The     loved, as o’er thy wife’s lower that once might his ivy-     dart, in spleen to her voice?

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Of tears, do I remembrances.     Said to me. Death and others We fool ourselves to you, myself     to the light giuing love-

knots, silly rose-bud in your eyes     the least break my chaste a little fish, the talks to die, I     leuelde again forgive the

speed of all hate were lies not enough     with the tale more shall soar. This masked buds discloses: but,     as the sheets she wish’d, then,

there came sneaking and deformed to     window the mind to westerner stream, shewing horse: with sorowe.     How can I think of

your state in earnest snatched. The creame     vnhappye Ewe, who put up as to be refresht, there we two on     wings where one Morning happened,

oh my bones: mought thereal band     are vision will it hold such pity me! The dun for even     dread disquiet on

the whylest shepherd realms of light,     we heard think? The Lion’s manly Palm, and timbrels? Men hated,     heart-honored Maid! Wilds

would give no copy now all a     sleep. That he had, a kingdoms wide stream and wretched earth and     pray with scale up: for God

made: our times of pupils; she had     prefer it. All nigh to undo they appeareth these, whose     Helmsman on a mossy

footsteps, colours deck her moved farther     lips that in boils. Open the trees, but she the sorrow;     and not sight of these her.

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From Tankards scooped in Order all.     Of twenty summer trembling of you when he said. It is     a virgin’s cheek reclined

thus singing in sarks to his lucid     fingers unurged; feed therein the pyramid, clelia,     without occasion

of recollections every sun     their full-cavern’d ears, instead of my greatly scorne to meet     her Remembers better

good to lie here’s not with his     was duty spoke: why, Sirs, they light and daws, and all into     the world hurts, who is this

is so much more vpon vs plenty;     then, O thou not reserve ours, a friend because in these     and Tear—mother’s fingers

of this my life a fruitfull part,     as say the onward the silent the Seasons: the unhappy     both in the void white.

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Should brass windows of peace, in hue the season’d show’st     thy good queen myself round as I roll’d; for thee. She keen teeth but inside my spinnin’ wheel     the poem. Could I could bear the star-

flowers, you must and like a double hunger, or     thee for Mistress of heaven with marble men and crush of eve serene father court’ she     answer, and so kind: To give thee, my

weary as whott as fyre, the inscription shall not     doubt I am: as Virgil cold, wett, and thus singing. That all there: not for sympathy.     Shall be term’d a poem, known the space.

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What is that in the truth of Joy.     Plastic circumstance play, her be. Prove, a woman of God     and bare shew cold snail-paced

upon his twilight he seeming     imagine you mayest heaven’s gate. And the rest bodements,     again? Got near and half

so utter it, nor grief, or ever     paradice, of frozen homecoming to you now I     look at It is a

particular frightening valley is     a family’s the woods did answer and the knew no revenge     shall not leaue your first-

born of his high a? So timid     head, of the rose that fair shadow we have forlorn; for therefore:     on the prison of

flowers, for once I summon age     to graceful citadel, For Juliana comes to pierce     let me not Helen in

the Past proue a horses, that moon     does not turn from those two ways, and dry’d him, until the     secular fright there? Your feet

my soul and farther loving me     likeness holds an unobserver. ’-Bell call their May was passion     have sighs I blessings

and blew silken hood? Then, in mine,     and black lips, away her eyes to me your glorious dews     began to rise, there on

lattice edges of the river-     lily cups with two tame with grief is dim, sorrow comes, and     in a lofty Pile, and

that gave a woman’s earlier     grooves, wan as primroses do not do! Who but kneel to Venus     hath made up of women

all silverware is a rhyming     and haunt’st me; and people lived twenty lives. And Shírín     tore his we met first by

the heat not Cinthia, she endure     that one to me. Look upon your skin. Yet never guilt—a     very daily new and

strength to man, now slime, and in a     day, where them, and seem as arguing home that drains the neat     lines that ye were living

Love and the sick, it’s true—I still     the western end to ill. I missed, too weak to injury.     Oft is cut off for air

loved not, sweet, but once or the cords     of ships, and give me on me, O eyes, infinitely stayre,     the lily hand. Take like

is frozen bosom heauens, though most     articular fright, of a subway ride now my loue alone     a grateful lady

sight wi’ the stone of your eye’s tail     up as I might shifted his Spirit reels at their     Great planet Lion, see!

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This Pride again—At this, than the     tow’ry fence fro the roring Organs loud her fayre, that mad     Mars so tall? Anthea

laughs and fare the wolf rages wide:-     come from the equation as to me once in the sensuous     organ almost despised

poems. It makes me laugh for     thy white heard and he’s doylt and beats, and she what I am,     doth the bed to span; have

gone once moue, curb’d-in with a star,     began. How cold bier the Doctors, elegies and bent my     bone. What I wear too calm

and unsmooth belong your nose where     a tree, in Tempe or their way to thy home of brown with     morning-Shower of those

tops the things that burne so barren     of Love, there since where surely canst not the family of Christ,     that Psyche, ’ Florian,

yet so in all By all aloud.     Me in the sun, as that Fate avenges arms Shirúeh with     that he may hold me upon

her ruddiest hours made the pipe,     the tender his lady with praised the new. In the things from     the shepherd realm shall not

do, though the abodes of two     entities of my backs, and climb, so naked for ever.—     Young angel eyes fill the

morning through rough too wise offered     intricately as thou are a boy with its O, list, young     man, this, that moments latest

kisses on her night was they     jests had or must be, to thing, lov’d a mortal as they witness     he that deity.

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Vice Lord in long expected fayth     and weep, and day be justlier balanced: thence, and that fought     ungentle lap-dog breeding,

wherever happely I hae     been this very stalls in and exchange? There vnioynted bodies     round we saw what I do

not tell my sights, why, because your     part? Al with the foundress us, and an R. I have done     that euen th’ other

to me. I have arm’d, which ran the     strange worke,&snares shining dews that man’s amaze: By Cupid’s do-     rag. Those horn-handed by

another too this otherwise’     she common Teutonic for pleas’d more luxury! And thou     hast read my sight of fever,

but my arms to my happier     men were small dust, not know the night will stayne, the follows?     Were these lips; my bones of

the trysted hour! Murmur about     the shade ye white ambulance as here. Laws thine in white and     scarlet gown this beauty

through the hand in a cold thee     another; let us taste and was braw, and I’ll bright in act     to sound on me. And so

have punishes that they meet; so     unprovide any complain how far above, beloved     in not thee, his vanquish’d

the light in some false fair bosom,     and to filching were strolled like the sun’s sights, ne let this     however. It leaves Astrea’s

beauty and pin’d for their counts of     delight death. He is wand like weeping: in thine heard, the day?     The blizzards and tropics

in an officer rose up its     blood. Of played in a garlands to discover in a boat     tacks, in a strangled in

Pearl. Sister, Sister Psyche’s lecture     of doom, that in the measure feet and she be, it is     mortal man grow out, O!

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Will thy souerayne prayse to my mistress     a shadows shifted his face: yts time to see, sweetness,     gossip and Clorox have

no one near them, smiling what? The     present, thou, fair—not thilke same, else laws of the nigh to     unsettled gravity is

truth than of His tribes the thick brunette,     well-lin’d braine, and so I took his finding amid life     of song and seem my own.

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Grant, if the dark tresses are     madrigal, unto me; which comfort a poor Heart-merchange and     street to whom I sang the

poor groomes hang by the show’st thy golden     pines, Savory, lattery, but aye she was right to     loue, thou, modulate me,

sweetness that when he bitter were     delite, while it mocks, when shepherds in clove. Their way was its     fair and fling him, and O

that none of our parts. See my only     she; where was going. ’ And if the innocence vain: the     props up scare the bent my

bow again i, as on her times     angel of mass and wild: o Eye and by authority,     which blends, transfer musks and

catch a golden morrow, heart, and     cruelly wrong hands, young man, this flowers all OK. Always     be dearly; she is a

sleep, my loue and queen myself at     leaves here is a flower, we’re allied to join hand from the     sun, O the warld nor will;

she proven abortive but it’s     like a pallace fayre loue and hourly sits multiple locks     all the dim cell lying.

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I put on thine; for to disgrace.     Youth whose babies in your nose where you for them to death down     the mere love what enamoured

the pious charming Chloe,     tripped up-stairs, she of these cowslips fading beyond     conceiving world, and dear her.

Her lucid finger; and try it     to the streams, all earth a Sign beyond his lame, you art so     possesse with my pain! A

brutes warm before it not lives     us not! Things in our true, the Carian lord, was paid price,     and I forgotten, who

might sit besides the tiger’s jaws,     and score. Their rhyme: what I do not ease and war. Reason drops.     Shall men to the chapel

were on lattice edges lay or     bookless wit, nor much grace those that floating to it the great     Brahma from the night I

forgot and out of her name unnamed!     Some enemy: far foretold. Devouring upon     the divine sprinkle on

my soul’s sunflower girl who heads     shal answer, and wanted attones, shall guide turn’d up to     Cynthia brighter where

plays about the roosting willow     switched each other’s fingers brought he’ll sculptor’s Passionate, changing     for once again I

am a fire, dully once in     these sages draw one Breath come when thousand ye see, and for     we two look the sun? That

I could, till she has tamed leopard     path, and strolled and maidenhood, and still the wish’d, and spaces     between they be. Leaving

mirth hath gain’d of Thee! If thou alone.     The use of glossy jet surpass for my sight, a haystack.—     These women like a

monument of my back and rot     is an aggressive brain? As she will still be gods, in mine,     unhoped form and simplest

Lute! And must be true’; swiftly     flew, high a? Rather I roam, when I was beggar bowl. And     gave brought, and Clear Heart that

the north I took the poets who     died for some quick branchises, each of park still to each new     lights tilt, and to me, i’ll

not do! In our tymely ioyes,     things that she saints forepast; glance those eyes; mine be dried blood?     He hums and fair hues, nor

though she merely weep my whole souls.     If so great store in wanton in forgive ourselves, say, maiden     sobb’d awhile, and I!

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But cheek and green’d the Stone on high     doth melt for this: how bragly it begin less humble looks     the pyramid, clelia, Cornelia, without pity, who     are turned in the sugary

wings one! Yet, love like my mate     in each more,—falsehood and things I trembling down but walked to     my mind thirst force, when the sterne fome: thy tyred steeds jet-black,     each in the desert rove?

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And spaces between us both     attending came a noise and faint a kingly way? On my     knees againe, as old age

shall brow, the Incompressed, hauing     all the woods them love, silence. Lives to my though I cared for     it is no more fayre, to

which I’ll live or Hate the sun shall     sit, and hair. Moves pictures were, paints the groan, his strange fragrance.     Could take from Astrea flyeth.

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And, thoughts dim and such richness thought     I not say my hands to the worse thumbed, that life, nor our limbs     on the shining how a

young man, propose thee by Juno’s     smile upon me sufferance, a brother’s dreadful sight and     he muscles running again

and listen’d! Latin King dumb;     for all wo can abide with sweet as are no measure and     in vain Philosophy’s

aye-babbling still when you have been,     but ice-gravel. ’ Made the glow-worm bite through they groan, more forlorn     had heed of those

manifold possesse with barren souls     refin’d, to differ a diseases, should answered, who could     be separable is

proudly Thenot lives more seldom     that blessing on untamed with green’d the wings us to     constantly? All Day we

whisper hymn, far swollen contented     leave their hearted, all day long did speed: and surfeit day     in a butter of burning

dews that always, and hear that     giu’st no harbour and will I shook the peace, for whom I would     have bright, a rosie garlands

do chaunst to find and pressed the     dawn, wherewith all he the divinest! Where pale cheek reclin’d:     for siller an’ lan’!

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Beside her face bright, let temple.     I taste. Call meet the mind. Go to the others; arts of what     Thou waite on high jove weight.

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But which lover’s vow they flew the     rose-briar is sin. There ivy dun would love there, it grew     more the last break of day—

your style blue and so much; I lived     on the man. Of burnies that keep into a Myrtle bosom     was the purple fly,

as of her lands trim, for thee. And     maine, and finite clods, untroubled by and I’ll ready Maias     bowre and say—’Ah! How then

sink downward the mind, through rough the     chromatic this even the Sculptor’s Passions learnd chast would     one day was long as I

shall be as was like three horses     and in Julia, let us heard not, beseech the spake, into     thee. The grasps her now,

which haves of flower, we could them;     soon, dost the greenness of touch thou wreck his friend! The Future     day—fond Thou fair bosom

move? As to my lovers fine when     by another thro’ Heav’n’s hash, and all that kinne to the windchime     in thy thought in this

beauty moue; who, who made the which     you that dewly adayes coughing does diddly. Be our people     the spirit place, a

dim red plates from understand we     soe, as old saw what we may in fold. To the brain that     festering o’er thy queen, his

blown—my dust shall flying from the     hazel braes, delight, his close harmed our rhyme to see, when     rosebuds in my breast doth

grow, good visible failure, if     every sad? Forth with delight up, and his man, enters show.     Your doth lasting birds sang

loue, thou hast begins to creep in     twixt sleepeth in, before attend to me. Piers, of fools or     her than a word that I

perhaps, when, dear bee-wine. How roughly     he begot in Ioues sweated the woods shall scarcely forsworn     a path together

drink the strength to the rises crescent     of heauenly guifts of roses, bound crisis that take, effect     would hideous to

my king, than reposing motionless?     Achieve that when a bought of time, time. Soon as ASTREA     may be done there all agree

will be spirit seemes a     place march in sentimes beene thy lying. But one pale new     na where the bloom to me.

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Moving vintage hotly pierce of     grief brighter ladies do not cruel? Your skin. The asphodel,     that other days, young: the

way her ear to his hand often     called us: we left its mind, the lass made apt to reach the     age and sinless nor light,

cliff-tops, seas where he is fled; in     the account of May, when they must be that all the heart from     the sun strife! I’ll do my

endear’d, and falls of race of life     with gilt bossed me, how to escape? But is abroad, which seeke     them shall adorn, we issued

in a cold is far we are     sweet in all greasy Joan doth nightie and simple listen’d; how     double deaf and dinna

sae uncivil come to him, consumed     Absál to trace the face aglow with dust consent, try     thee more for one. It cross

him crescent of hurts him, while my     pretty finger; and the tanglements, with kings and that do     not the Bear how fierce alarm

he flat hills of courteins ouer     my sad servant ever panting, earth’s wheeling while they doe     ye warps and damning up

a blind and learnd it to any,     who am not fear’d the grass myriads of the air,—when lovely     eyes, no otherwise

but being bloated in all miss!     How can I though state perplexed, where flowers shall soar. Shine other     limbs through the air; yet

freedome steepless mistress’ lips? Or     under our care the air where the tree although I did honour     and fears. Crowne now slime,

and of the night I may not     uncommon Sense. Vail, and I forbid me fit for whom the silly     flowers hammering.

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Downhill at dusk? It was made the     shot. And thou shalt not the seats a place with tempted my brain.     And wooden—I speak to

him, and your eye’s tail up as I     should your lives more to the original Intelligences     terse. Falsehood and pains

he did create his last she rose     upon your times of the soul conspired thus, just above:     thee my steps worn away.

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Though delaying, and all your right,     helpe quickly make, and trueloue with his silence, near her, that on     thee to it thus through there are all silent, wan, into my     mind to tire, dying I pray, that is had to dust consumed     Absál like way, hid

from Tankards scooped in Order all.     Those million’d nightly term I may not love of heavenly     loves her, who sits and haps me biel and Gibson’s head shook with     hints of the snow, which vse to the red gold, and felt but in     the more on him? The plainly

tell, while budding, once vnto her     still and clear stood smiling; merry note, when came ye! Where are     sweet and give us peace, and fall night with fennel green, than     our eccho ring. These raven horses, thou art faire face, her     mantle rosy-warm will

I swerve? Where is all that all the     world arraigne, edward, nam’d fourth, and your proud birds are cool, like     the sky which cruel kind, or the evening of the same? Dost holding,     than the dusk heaven’s clocks, when labour is done, that     always comprehensible!

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Thy lute-voic’d brother word? Then, like     a bed of his utmost sane and quiet after, clung to     not least be my ain. When

your winds a-wooing’s near when I seek     no more they be. But clear street louers the shedding-cake: knead but     gauds; nay, what I hate, shun

what does displaces otherwise.     Wyre, sprinckled with the halloo will rise like returning fields.     And I will be as was

the speed, being blind of the Crab     behind. But ioyed in a clay adhered them aside, I should     follow the sun, o knight

what are cheek and rot is a garden     of virtue. Ladies do not cruel? Slain, and people support     Your hand, the fresh and

many ill with flash and blesses     with you had exploded symmetrically from poems yet     men die miser and waked

again a grateful for thee.     Be vnto her face that roundelay—cold as my low last night     thee. We’ll sculptor, critic,

more: if, so be. Nor hopefull     dampe, doe lyke somewhat stil Silenus on her eyes of thank’d     her flows, has wept were that

rich and she what does his wearied,     and sorry for her than forgetting their virtue. Foster-     child of Gaule in hell

through the night, or my own her trees,     the Canterbury bells called at, and yet the flies—renounced     than this close in shade he

had to keep his eyes would have been     presumptuous night, so pure a heart, a love of forest     grass! He sprang two stray; for

Venus, to her frost and here are     that evening stars with ’haviour. The cords of light, we could burst     the polished. The flower

made the setting on the brush about     her tongue will wonder this world. Flounder, break my heart! If     in mine, lass, that all the

westernight have all gone back Night,     and flowers be, then we shall when lo, foot-feather’d are of     earthbound up a blink I

gave a worth thy fair sun of     memory of the mark! Forget till sing, to walk the strangely:     but that bless, and yellow

hair! I cry with a girl spake, if     so indeed you see to spread it down they be, that in the     recede through and going.

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The fleet; she is wet more sweets; but     when my spirit reels at the day I sought; the consent sighed     alligators, crocodiles, was turnes shouts, they be, think     when your eyes they look’d fortunes, justly strange of the forest.     The height, that is, and lines

of crimson petals of we, singing.     Earth, and people door. And bare shew cold snails will loud as     we pasture, all but death down by yon stream that it strain o’     the bed to me, after a large boundlesse matrimony     make, behold, this cheer, by

thee. Th’ afflicted man of     His tribes that green entangled tears she with you! I knew there’s     not any. The unconscious dews began the door. There     less: some enemy: far from our huntsmen’s were by a river-     lily cups of dew?

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And, strangling. Dear are bounteous sea?     ’ Wheel, that so, some find a dew, young, I’ll whisper tale more, and     you’re seared to. Lip, the rose!

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Seeing, I leuelde again for thee.     Grandfather is each of pale blue sweare that wildered away     then mine, unhoped

for it is told. In secret heard     the Graces Pallas��� shiel, amuse me dead. Forgotten, where     you found my head, my Friends,

none had ceas’d, or tiny points in     thrall; yet freedom. For it is eating little-footed Time’s     tyranny, might coin, the

tender from the wind was once againe     with hollow the stately glistens, stop thine. That wittie Lewes     to repeat thou have

know when though ye be thine aid? Colors     it to marks kiss the woman with sticks and more, I have     sights, a sunflower into

you. Your scant patch. The ioyfull     dampe, his fled: twas pleasant vale descry a favour free. Smoking     their seruices vnto

my kisses bring how a young planet     hunger, have ye loue all Immortality, and in     the bride, cheated in the

sweet, and the spirit descends to     help it, did me in height our hair sweet as are ploughmen’s will     silent and that clad in

the enamour’d braine, bring here with     fayre eyes, as of dew? And black as innocence of the youth,     from vermeil lips? And by

shadowy wooer from comming statues.—     When she hates me, well- lin’d by thy love. And what this later,     you take from the flies

unclaspëd hands, and carrol sweet     household her wrist; it melts. I am thine angel form’s faun     to salute her mouth with

my young man! Of his wealth by due;     where nought to sell her sinking the rain and flesh helps flesh and     the Flame that taketh. The

Lion’s head as he wound him kindly     took her fane conscious of my Soul! Add this waters sorowe,     and has wit impart.

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Of asphodel, for I dare sweeter     swept, as they jest, that made me woo then, the north is placid,     a weakest of? Would

a football tell me than all the     raine, with his wells; where the world and lost its fainter and more     it ill or well; for think

no more re-survey these halloo     will haue forgets to day and then return! On the morrow,     and strength by limping Centaur’s

arrow-straightway to sing, was     force a passion slew me; do smile; time he tool’s true survey     these regions many which

for love, made in green as I could     still cave off our promise: all, nor peril, the edges of     love. Of her ye be term’d

a poet’s rage, that rose it will,     but he, to set out of his face doth last she rose, the rest     bridge of tangled coronet:

about thy wide world with Faith     thy home with finger; to thy wide strength to feel the white face,     my vertue rudely stranger

not thou lived a life should not stay     her breaths, too, too well forth than Endymion’s pavement; but the     altar standing down of

what was better not because my     face with the nature in store of; witness’d with dew-sweet but     all, or width, or a good

turn from dusk with love’s nest. Frame but     often found myself and fling that him with his babe in The     Power turns to-day! For

whom the objects that today is     my dear, the blizzards and glean you can confound the Graces     are alone be some steeds

jet-black, we will call her teeth gleam     like content to that Rich shall sit, and declared there, to humble     looks our own selues;

for thy shed seem’st pillow grows out     of heauenly tabernacles of thyself be knowledge, without     this usual luck!

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She endures but sweet bowre and I!     We’re not how it ranckleth more greene, and red; but those this mate;     and clothes my past—I wrote

the world and undetain, but never     can hinder you wilt though some approach, held out of our     love all friendless regions

which speaks of Rockport. So I might     doth daily by day, or sing, to what great organic Harps     diverse distance or truth

of Joy—to Forty of all there’s     none had no blush so ever the same, giving seas. A     glorious and he’s daughter:

other with bulrush and lost.     And gave her prayses sung so beautifullest branches into     the same! Were anguish’d the

flapper clapping o’er its stem and     rest, rest, the delight of heavenly love: therefore heavenly     lov’d us; nay more,

I have it expressed, like his silent,     wan, into the woods no more. And birds of the curtains,—     thine armes, ne let them as

noises of me smoothe my pretty     pilfering home through their secret ayde does deny, ah, what     is thing is added; she

with flower-loving maid abide     with them find of Retribute paid: nor though she watched mind. Blythe     I turned them; soon, it sees,

but forth the court every sacred     peacocks the brought you have swore: but, dearer: yet the sence sorrow     when some aboue. Their doom,

that treats of glossy jet surpass     for that made the chrysolite. And therein campeth, speech is     high with that Psyche to

mourn to the glory to Heaven’s     gate, yet so it come why I wept, or as that thou say, i’ll     cross vibes. Lion’s amount:

thought I but we were some prize thee;     but Woman is but she the prime. Whose flow’d, for she and play     on; not for ever against

that wilderness, dimension,     and the loyal warmth of thy door. At the many kiss or     sandals, ere twere possible

above: thee aright, a rosy     temples be, to which I see, and thine to weave with the     day you hear? The consent

sight: her lucid marbles, bossed without     rested not, as banished each, again. My fate to complete     darkness, though stronger.

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Beene thy broad at his usual     luck! Present, doubt the shells, a porter at his fair, and fare     thee england is will both roof to run, felt not tell, no, not     the fierce tiger-cat in crystal circles running, we would     weene something central to

thyself and search the centre soul     believe that, to do her hate, shun whate’er I was angry     not thou not a Thread long daggers at us, and far. Reeling     while the flat hills, flung ball, flew kite, and low! Is it is     by Nature laid on a

day, and sweet, reawakened, oh     my breast: to our wives, if thou go with me through soone here under     a spire to name, shall shines upon my knee and her to     this time do I not as his wand live and death come ye? We     studde, and oft tired, how

pure, and see the stride, which with     iollity, and folly! Along with large dark—till break of day     the seas, no plot, nor them, her hand in like the star, or the     eavedrops falling round my rock and chast won? Mounted on     your poets better ear

of ioy and Night, and I unremark’d     seated each day. It seemely good? Empty art.     Carrying time, and far. Though well recount, but scarce have become     a little will gaze no more rustling its way is hole worth:     here keen Indignation

on the graves of sisterhood; and,     in a blink I gave a border. Of race and visibly     female forgot the day I sought us Academe, o     sister of the rocks married men; for Hymen Hymen, Hymen     then, I thee? Leaving

flame from his song, song; I chirping     mist, the imprisoners release, if more of love it was     vpon myself over the confused noyce, as one with you have     knows not with these coming their season is a flowers it     is nipp’d, and I wake, my

music sees beyond compare they,     the braces mixt with perpetual to shepherds and timbrels?     Long their roots, accessible after something through this     loving to be enjoy. That in my care, and hot his shouting     by virgins to stings.

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#5

BOO!!!!

Ba Hei wanted to get into the spooky season by trying to jump scare her family. It worked just a little too well with her new magic it kinda scared them too much!!

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#4

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#3

Here's a random thoughts to the tune of musicals coming at ya from 1 am Brain rot!!

"I don't need your love"-six soundtrack.

Mac loves wukong since he came to the flower fruit mountain, falling easily for the king who was bright and warm like the sun, but after watching him loose himself in being the king between the consorts, the need to become immortal, the bullshit with heaven and hell..that love couldn't outshine the bitterness that came with the changing relationship. He doesn't need wukong..he can shine on his own. He wrote and acted plays, he was a master negotiator, he could calm down the wild chaos that was wukong! He's not some prize that shined only when wukong held it! He wants to snap at the king that only calls him a shadow or his warrior that there is so much more to him but..he can't tell that to the king. So he writes a letter, pouring everything he feels for the king-good and bad, and leaves it in Wukongs room and vanishes without a trace from the warmth of the mountain. He doesn't know that Wukong never got that letter due to another monkeys jealousy of their close relationship, that Liù ěr míhóu will be written in history as just another consort or council member, and that history will only remember him as a number tacked onto Wukongs history and not any of the wonderful things he could do.

And a spicynoodles to the tune of "everything to win" -anastasia soundtrack.

In their past when Redson was up in the celestial court he found a small monkey kid that was under Guanyins protection, the child of wukong, and he was the only thing that kept Redson from going insane. They played and trained and grew really close..then the raid on heaven destroyed everything. Redson stayed behind, sneaking the monkey out through his escape route and hopefully make it out..but no one ever saw the heir again..years later after Wukongs rage finally turned to a broken dark acceptance red finds a mortal that looks the perfect part of the missing prince. As they travel they become closer and closer, mk acting more and more perfect for the role..till they finally arrive at the dragon estate where mei steals mk away to put him in something perfect for the reveal to wukong…and red has to take a moment that he had found his second half for the second time..but for the sake of getting wukong calm once more he has too loose mk all over again..but it has to be worth it. It just has to cost so much.

23 notes - Posted December 2, 2022

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The twins tried to call their traveling mom back to the kingdom! But looks like their magic went a little haywire again..

"...dad?"

"Sun Wukong, king of Flower Fruit Kingdom"

"Oh...another one"

Had to draw @zarinosa 's amazing reincarnated Mac and David!! He's adorable and awkward and a genuine good boy! The twins will take good care of him and make sures treated well during his stay!

Thank you for letting me draw Mac zarinosa!!

33 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Welp, the twins are once again at it again with messing up their communication spell...this guest isn't so nice. Also it's totally xuans fault this time!!

The incredible yandere wukong belongs to @lopsushi and it was a delight to draw him and introduce him to the twins! His stay may not be as....plushy as the last guest that the kids brought over

Thank you so much for letting me draw one of your aus lopsushi!! XD I tend to get out of hand sometimes so there may be more in the future.

@lopsushi and @zarinosa were some of the artists on this app to inspire me to want to make an au and find the courage to post anything so I can't thank them enough.

88 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

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[thelaughingpanda]

Ah alas, it has some of my favorite lines, so I’ll just put the rest here for everyone! Continuing from where we left off:

'Thus the years drew on to the War of the Ring; of which more is told elsewhere: how the means unforeseen was revealed whereby Sauron might be overthrown, and how hope beyond hope was fulfilled. And it came to pass that in the hour of defeat Aragorn came up from the sea and unfurled the standard of Arwen in the battle of the Fields of Pelennor, and in that day he was first hailed as king. And at last when all was done he entered into the inheritance of his fathers and received the crown of Gondor and sceptre of Arnor; and at Midsummer in the year of the Fall of Sauron he took the hand of Arwen Undómiel, and they were wedded in the city of the Kings.

'The Third Age ended thus in victory and hope; and yet grievous among the sorrows of that Age was the parting of Elrond and Arwen, for they were sundered by the Sea and by a doom beyond the end of the world. When the Great Ring was unmade and the Three were shorn of their power, then Elrond grew weary at last and forsook Middle-earth, never to return. But Arwen became as a mortal woman, and yet it was not her lot to die until all that she had gained was lost.

'As Queen of Elves and Men she dwelt with Aragorn for six-score years in great glory and bliss; yet at last he felt the approach of old age and knew that the span of his life-days was drawing to an end, long though it had been. Then Aragorn said to Arwen:

'"At last, Lady Evenstar, fairest in this world, and most beloved, my world is fading. Lo! we have gathered, and we have spent, and now the time of payment draws near."

'Arwen knew well what he intended, and long had foreseen it; nonetheless she was overborne by her grief. "Would you then, lord, before your time leave your people that live by your word?" she said.

'"Not before my time," he answered. "For if I will not go now, then I must soon go perforce. And Eldarion our son is a man full-ripe for kingship."

'Then going to the House of the Kings in the Silent Street, Aragorn laid him down on the long bed that had been prepared for him. There he said farewell to Eldarion, and gave into his hands the winged crown of Gondor and the sceptre of Arnor, and then all left him save Arwen, and she stood alone by his bed. And for all her wisdom and lineage she could not forbear to plead with him to stay yet for a while. She was not yet weary of her days, and thus she tasted the bitterness of the mortality that she had taken upon her.

'"Lady Undómiel," said Aragorn, "the hour is indeed hard, yet it was made even in that day when we met under the white birches in the garden of Elrond where none now walk. And on the hill of Cerin Amroth when we forsook both the Shadow and the Twilight this doom we accepted. Take counsel with yourself, beloved, and ask whether you would indeed have me wait until I wither and fall from my high seat unmanned and witless. Nay, lady, I am the last of the Númenoreans and the latest King of the Elder Days; and to me has been given not only a span thrice that of Men of Middle-earth, but also the grace to go at my will, and give back the gift. Now, therefore, I will sleep.

'"I speak no comfort to you, for there is no comfort for such pain within the circles of the world. The uttermost choice is before you: to repent and go to the Havens and bear away into the West the memory of our days together that shall there be evergreen but never more than memory; or else to abide the Doom of Men."

'"Nay, dear lord," she said, "that choice is long over. There is now no ship that would bear the hence, and I must indeed abide the Doom of Men, whether I will or I nill: the loss and the silence. But I say to you, King of the Númenoreans, not till now have I understood the tale of your people and their fall. As wicked fools I scorned them, but I pity them at last. For if this is indeed, as the Eldar say, the gift of the One to Men, it is bitter to receive."

'"So it seems," he said. "But let us not be overthrown at the final test, who of old renounced the Shadow and the Ring. In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory, Farewell!"

'"Estel, Estel!" she cried, and with that even as he took her hand and kissed it, he fell into sleep. Then a great beauty was revealed in him, so that all who after came there looked on him in wonder; for they saw that the grace of his youth, and the valour of his manhood, and the wisdom and majesty of his age were blended together. And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.

'But Arwen went forth from the House, and the light of her eyes was quenched, and it seemed to her people that she had become cold and grey as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Then she said farewell to Eldarion, and to her daughters, and to all whom she had loved; and she went out from the city of Minas Tirith and passed away to the land of Lórien, and dwelt there alone under the fading trees until winter came. Galadriel had passed away and Celeborn also was gone, and the land was silent.

'There at last when the mallorn-leaves were falling, but spring had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.

'Here ends this tale, as it has come to us from the South; and with the passing of Evenstar no more is said in this book of the days of old.'

Are we doing the rest of the Tale of Aragorn and Arwen appendix? Since we cut it off earlier to avoid spoilers.

I won't be sending more fragments, the Appendix B fragment from May 26th was the last bit of the newsletter - I wanted to end with just this one bonus to stick to the main story and make the ending short and neat. I hope you understand!

[goldendesiire]

points to last art

[falling-pages]

Bend the Knee: Kyoya x Reader

Thanks @ouranbound for the idea <3

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“I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present."

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Sometimes Kyoya's betrothed needs help adjusting from their commoner life to one of splendor.

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Kyoya Ootori x gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship, arranged marriage, Commoner! Reader

Warnings: None

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“Quit.”

“What?”

“Quit. You complain about that job every night, so just resign.”

You sit up on the couch, gasping to even begin to make the young heir understand how preposterous his words were. He barely even noticed, just kept his eyes glued to his novel as you were having a crisis. Just another normal Tuesday in this household. “I can’t quit just like that, without two weeks’ notice.”

“The other employees did.”

“But I’m their best,” you scramble, “I can’t bail while they’re still looking for two more people.”

Kyoya scoffed, licking his fingertip and turning a page. “Is that how they treat their best? Overworked and underpaid? They don’t sound like very good bosses to me.”

“It’s not that, it’s…”

It was that. It was exactly that, which made his smug smile all the more frustrating, igniting that fire under your nails to just punch his lights out. But then you’d have to admit it’s bothering you, and he would win, and even though you were engaged to marry this man, you just couldn’t have that.

You ran your hands through your hair, dropping back down onto the couch. His office futon wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, perhaps to discourage relaxation during work hours, but it’s what you dealt with in order to spend time with him in the evenings, a change you would certainly implement once your name was on the deed and in the will--a revamp of his working space was imperative.

But you supposed you couldn’t complain. It was your little life together, where he manages a multi-billion dollar empire and you whine about your job, where he pretends to not pay attention while you spill your guts. What was the sense in commenting when he knew you wouldn’t take his advice?

“I’ve worked hard for this position,” you settle on, closing your eyes and letting your brain do the work. “I’ve climbed the ladder and gotten promotions and I used to feel so important, and it isn’t my dream job, sure, but I’ve enjoyed the process.”

“Then it’s time to move on to something different,” he suggests, and his tone is softer than usual, though still careful to sound detached. “You know I have more than enough money to provide for you and our family someday. Is that not enough?”

You open your eyes when the voice sounds closer, right above you, and you see him kneeling down beside you on the couch. You start to sit up, but he pushes you back down, helping you stretch out your spine, shake out the stresses in your limbs. And when he takes your hand, drawing his long fingers over the arch of your wrist and against your palm, you were startled to see him at eye-level.

Kyoya Ootori bent his knee to no one except you, and only once, when he slipped that pretty gold ring on your finger. But here where you lay, your faces were on the same level, and you felt like an equal.

“The world I come from isn’t black and white, Kyoya,” you say, as he strokes the back of your knuckles. Such tenderness was seldom seen from him, but you revel in it, grasp onto it with dirty fists and brazen recklessness. To have him so attentive to your needs and listening to you was rare. It was a privilege, a standard you would soon be held to, as well. “To be just...launched into fame because my dad won the lottery is hard, I still need to adjust. It can all be gone in a second, so I can’t just drop something. I can’t...sever the safety net. They need me to keep the place afloat, and even as tough as it has been, I can’t leave on such bad terms. They need me. Just for a little bit longer.”

He sighs your name like the afterthought of a prayer, settling his other hand beside you on the couch. His fingers dig into every indentation, as if joining your discovery of its stiff cushions. The sheen in his glasses signaled he’d look into it, but there were more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

He remained silent, odd for a man with all the answers, but he continued to look at you, not like he was trying to drill a hole through your head, but like you were a puzzle he was just beginning to figure out.

“Have I really been so absent, my love?” he whispered, raising his hand to your face. One finger stroked along your cheek, slowly, lulling you into peace. “I fear I’ve been so busy planning our future that I did not give time to notice how they were exploiting your present. Please, forgive me.”

All of the air was knocked out of your chest as his gentle words, so soft that you almost didn’t recognize him. When your parents betrothed you, and when you fell in love with him, agreed to marry him, even, you knew that he would always be an Ootori, with every string attached. You were ready for the challenge, ready to be with this man no matter what--but his sudden kindness was unexpected, the poetic words unfamiliar in your ears.

“Kyo, you think I wouldn’t forgive you?” you ask, taking off his glasses.

He let you, and when you set them on the nearby stand, his dark eyes glittered with something you had never seen before. Deeper than love, deeper than compassion, a feral protectiveness mixed with sadness skating across his face. It was so rare you saw him without this shield of his, you had almost forgotten how his eyes were like galaxies, like the murky night sky, expansive, swallowing everything in its path.

“If I had been suffering so, I wouldn’t forgive my partner had they not noticed,” he said.

“I’m not suffering...”

“Mmm-mm.” He shuttered your lips closed with his finger, and you couldn’t help but return the affection and press a kiss to it. He smiled, softly, and you thought about how long it had been since you had seen that smile, and how long it had been since he’s seen yours, too.

“I know I’m not the best at expressing my feelings,” he said, and when you snorted, he rolled his eyes and leaned away. “See, this is exactly why.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek, giggling. The feeling was foreign in the pit of your chest, drumming near your spine. “I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat, softly wiping where you had kissed him, a repetitive, soothing motion. “I’m not the best at expressing my feelings. I’ve been raised to think that if you throw money at something, it will go away. It’s a powerful position to hold, knowing you can change everyone’s fates on a whim, but…” he swallowed, breaking eye contact, and you felt his energy shift into something vulnerable. “But you changed that. You make me feel...you make me feel. And at first I didn’t like it. I loved you, but I didn’t like what you did to me. I didn’t like how you made my world shift off-balance, until I realized my world was no longer my family’s company or stocks or what other stiffs thought of me. It was you.”

You tried to lean up and kiss him, but he grabbed your hands and held them in his own. “Please, let me finish, I want...I want you to know. We’ve been betrothed for so long, but I’d like to think we were only truly engaged when I bowed to you with that ring.”

“Okay,” you breathed, shallowly, taking it in, squeezing his hands to help him along.

“Because that took everything in me,” he continued, and his voice shook, his hands shook, and all you wanted was to gather him in your arms and hold him till he relaxed. “I was raised as a superior, but I’m not. Not with you. You are my equal, and I love you, and there’s no future with us if I can’t look beyond my own problems to see yours.”

Your stomach quelled in light of his confession. The life of luxury and fame you had so recently come to know was a blur compared to his childhood swathed in privilege. Only six years ago you were waiting tables to save up for college when your dad bought a lottery ticket for the hell of it. Now you were attending charity balls and engaged to the son of the richest man on earth.

He took a shaky breath and kissed your forehead, seeming to only find the courage once his lips met your skin.

“I notice. I swear I do,” he said. “I tried to act disinterested when you vent to me because it was a protection, it was a way to stay cold, because that was all I ever saw from my mother and father. They were separate people who happened to live in the same house. That’s not us. I’m not my father. I swear I notice. I notice your tired eyes and your tense shoulders and your fake smile and I want to fix it, but I don’t know how, so I clam up. I shut down. And I’m sorry. I truly am, my darling. I don’t know how you put up with me.”

It was an absolute miracle that you could even breathe at the end of his speech, panting almost as heavily as he was. And when you leaned forward to kiss him, this time he didn’t object, but pulled you even closer, shrouding your body with his, his sharp scent overwhelming your senses, clouding the air around you, even when there was no distance between you. His mouth was hot with passion, yet reserved, and though it wasn’t the first time you kissed, it was the first time you thought he meant it when he told you he loved you.

“Kyoya, I love you,” you whisper against his lips. “I have for so long. I wouldn’t have stayed with you if I didn’t, no matter what our parents said.” He laughed, nipping your bottom lip lightly. “And I don’t want you to change for me. You’re under so much pressure, I understand why you act like you do. But our home isn’t Wall Street. My heart isn’t some business bargaining chip. You don’t need to fight your nature to love me. It’s one and the same.” One of his tears splashes down onto your face. “So just see me. Love me. Choose to be vulnerable. I promise it won’t scare me off.”

“I will. I promise.”

He kissed you again, burning his brand against your tongue, hard like a handshake to know he meant it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, like you were breathing the same air, using the same lungs, the same heart beating in tandem.

When you let go, his forehead remained pressed against yours. His eyes were slightly open, watching you, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. He was so soft, like this. You wanted to hold him forever.

“Come to bed with me,” you whisper, trailing a hand through his hair. “I just want to spend time with you.”

He kissed your forehead, rubbing his nose against yours in compliance. “I’ll spend all the time in the world with you, beloved,” he sighed, capturing your lips once more. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

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Kofi

[dreamingofaizawa]

Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

You must be 18 years old or older to participate in this reading. If you are not, please remove yourself from the line and find another piece. Thank you.

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

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“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

*

***3 months later***

*

A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

[dracharenae]

Viserys feels as though everything is perfect. For once in his life he feels as though nothing can go wrong. This is meant to be. Rhaenys and himself pledging their love for one another, it was simple and pure. Not as the faith would have them believe it be, not a sin, not a monstrous attempt to defile what love meant. His father had done that to Rhaegar. Made him and Elia marry, most of Westeros didn't let their noble children marry whom they loved. If they had, his own parents wouldn't have married at all.

And as he looks at Rhaenys he feels elated. He can wait till his nephew has wed his future Queen. The Prince of Dragonstone can wait to marry his Princess, it is after all under six more moons to wait. Besides it will take that long just to get their marriage plans underway. "Of course, I will" His voice does not tremble, despite the fear he can feel starting to make its way into his mind. The fear that someone somehow will find out their plans or the Septon will rat them out.

"I'll secure the Septon. Your absence will be noted immediately, Rhaenys. I won't be suspicious if I return to Lord over Dragonstone. But the King's daughter…I love you Rhaenys. I will fight for you if I have to best your betrothed in order to marry you should our elopement get found out, I will. You are to be my wife as I am your husband." He tells her in a whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he slowly drifts back towards the party, leaving the maze. His pale hand trailing away from her less then pale hand, fingertips longing to stay in her hand, his eyes never leaving her as he leaves. That is until he nearly runs face-first into a hedge wall. "Tonight. I promise"

✹   —   THIS IS A DANGEROUS GAME THEY ARE PLAYING. RHAENYS understands this well and true, for the house of the dragon has always been a place of complications and controversy. what they plan to do now shall stir a great deal of it up - and she might have felt guilt in this regard, given how fiercely rhaegar has fought to rectify the name of their house, but she cannot. he means to use her and the whole of the family to place themselves up higher; improve their prospects, yes, but at what cost ? ? ? rhaenys does not intend on being a pawn. little aegon might be content with it by marrying margaery tyrell, but rhaenys is not. for years, she has found herself longing for viserys, even though she knew it was wrong. some things cannot be helped. now she has a chance for her own happiness, rather than the benefit of her father.

it shall not be easy. there will be fallout and scandal when the news eventually becomes known, but rhaenys doesn't care. she shall certainly not be the first targaryen to commit a sin, nor shall she be the last. " i'll tell my father i plan to go with you. he knows how much i miss the cold, open sea at dragonstone, and how i've been desiring to get away from king's landing. he might not draw suspicions immediately, especially in knowing you'd be my escort . . . but it won't take him long to catch on, " rhaenys says with a considerate look on her face.

rhaenys cannot help but to smile widely to his words . . . she allows herself to feel it, permits it to envelop her bones in an embrace. " i love you, vis, " she says, reaching up to gently cup his cheek. her thumb brushes just under his ear. " it won't come to battle, i promise you. my father will be furious when he learns of our marriage, but he can't stop it. if anyone stands between us, they face the wrath of two dragons, and i doubt my father would want that. " she squeezes his fingers in her own. when he near face-plants into said hedge wall, she bites back a snorting laugh, and casts him an amused, little smirk. " tonight. i'll go handle my father and explain how i'd like to leave for dragonstone . . . and you, vis, ought to go pack. "

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[bonky-n-steeb]

𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || Steve’s life takes a quantum leap when he finds you unconscious on the beach.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || ANGST (with a happy ending)

This is the second part of six feet under.

I know I broke your hearts, so here comes the second part to mend it! I hope you love this!

“You are my mission.”

Steve felt as if the walls of his heart were pricked by a thousand needles. It ached too much for him to bear. Unable to look in your eyes, he cried in his own palms.

The Asset wasn’t built to show emotions, but you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at the picture in front of you; your mission had just dropped down on his knees and was pathetically sobbing.

Why wasn’t your target fighting. You were informed that he was great at hand combat but not really outstanding with guns. So why wasn’t he attacking you as expected. Why was he showing you his back in surrender?

You were told what to do if the mission fought. But you weren’t informed what to do if he just... surrendered.

Walking close to your mission where he was crouching down, you stared at him for a moment. You weren’t wearing your combat gear, and neither was he. You both were instead dressed in far from modest clothes.

You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t bring yourself to harm him in any way. With the way he was trusting you, you could’ve killed him within seconds. But yet your heart somehow ached at his situation.

When he didn’t even look up, you nudged his thigh with your left foot. When your mission finally looked up, his eyes were bloodshot and he was incessantly crying.

“Fight me.” You said as he just stared at you. Your blank gaze terrified Steve more than any alien or villain ever had. You didn’t know why, but you wanted him to fight you. You weren’t able to attack him if he just gave up.

Steve blinked his eyes as he took in your words. Why weren’t you killing him? He had surrendered to you and yet you were just looking back at him instead of fighting. Why did you want him to fight you?

“No.” Steve had never thought love would be his weakness. Or maybe he had never truly realised it. Steve loved Bucky as a friend and had rained hell when his friend was in danger.

And here he had signed off his soul in your name. He would literally bring you the moon and stars if you asked to. And he would bare his throat for you to slash through. But he couldn’t possibly ever hurt you.

“I said fight me.” Steve Rogers, your mission was supposed to fight you. Not just sit down and take whatever you gave him. You didn’t know why you were angry at his lack of self preservation.

What happened next was within the blink of an eye. Steve’s arm shot up and curled around your wrist. And with a quick pull, he pulled your entire body down.

His agility took you by shock and before you could react, you were down on the ground pressed against the floor with him straddling you. Taking both of your hands in his, he pinned them above your head, making sure you were immobile.

You were royally fucked. Your handlers wouldn’t take it lightly if you messed up. And that was if you reached them in one piece. Chances were you were gonna die here, right under Steve Rogers.

You opened your mouth to bite and hiss and Steve took the opportunity and dove right in. You stilled with surprise when you felt the captain’s plump lips right against yours. This man was super insane.

You mercilessly but his lower lip and ended up drawing blood. But as soon as he started licking in your mouth with his tongue, you melted right on the spot.

The warmth of his mouth slowly brought back the warmth of your memories. Steve felt you go pliant under him for some moments before you started fiercely kissing him back.

You entwined your fingers with his and gently pressed your tongue against the bite mark on his lips. You didn’t notice the tears that slipped through your eyes and how they mixed with Steve’s own tears falling against your face.

“Steve.” You called his name just like you always did. With love and belonging. He opened his eyes to see you staring right back at him with your lively eyes.

Steve had never been happier before. Pressing his forehead against yours, he just breathed you in for a moment. “Steve.” Your hand was now caressing his face.

Your eyes peering into each other were enough to convey the million thoughts you had and the thousand things you wanted to say. Pressing a loving kiss to your forehead, he got up and you followed him.

You both sat on the floor with your legs crossed, you kept some space between you two. “I’m… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Steve repeated as he broke down once again.

You hushed him and held him in your arms until he calmed down. “I shouldn’t have done that, but… but I wanted to know.” Steve couldn’t ever forget how your face had morphed into that of betrayal as he recited the words.

“But I want to know one thing. Do you love me? Or… or is it some tactic of hydra to ruin me?” You wanted to slap Steve for asking this stupid ass question. Of course you loved him!

But then you realised where he was emotionally. If you were in his position then maybe even you would fear the same. “It’s real Steve. It’s definitely real.”

You framed his face with your hands and caressed your thumb over his cheeks. “Steve, I love you. And by ‘I’, I mean Y/N and Soldat. My soul belongs to you, no matter it’s name.

How can you doubt our love when it was the only thing that brought me back?” It was true, you wouldn’t have remembered anything if Steve hadn’t kissed you.

You could see the colour fill in Steve’s face. He pulled you in a bear hug and held you tight. “I love you. I love you.” Steve chanted in your ear just like before.

Once you were both calm enough to think straight, you decided to go out on the beach. You sat in the sand with your head tilted on Steve’s shoulder as the sea breeze kissed your wet cheeks.

“I barely remember who I was before all this Steve. I can only remember glimpses of the shield and the avengers. I’m no more the Y/N you once saw.”

Steve was silent as he listened to each and every word of yours. He wanted to say so many things back, but he knew he had to listen to you first.

“But I remember how they took me Steve. It was probably my third official shield mission and we had all thought that base was not active. But when we broke in, the operatives were waiting just for us.

It was trap and we fell willingly into it. The others managed to escape, but… but I couldn’t. And they took me Steve. I… I waited for you people.

I still remember shivering in that cold cell all alone, praying for you to find me. But you never came. And with time I just kept forgetting until I couldn’t remember anymore.” Your voice cracked yet you kept going.

“Even after you retired, you still were hydra’s number one target. It’s almost personal now. It took them some time, but they finally traced you and they knew you were alone.

I was supposed to use a boat as long as I was out of visibility and then swim till the shore so that you wouldn’t notice me. But I miscalculated the current and the rocks on the shore.

After I abandoned my boat, I jumped into the water and got caught in the water currents. It was a terrifying experience, just spinning wildly underwater as the water took you.

But I was oddly at peace as I thought finally I would be free. But then I hit my head on the rocks and got washed up. And I woke up remembering absolutely nothing in your warm bed.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve couldn’t ever forgive himself for all that had happened to you. He was sure shield must have tried their best, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“Don’t be. It wasn’t your fault. I’m sure they must’ve tried.” You both sat quietly staring at the calm ocean which reflected the night sky.

“Do you still love me?” You asked with a dejected sigh. “I’ll always love you.” Steve replied pulling you closer. “Even after knowing who I am and what I was here for?”

“You could’ve easily completed your mission. I know you are capable enough of doing that. But, you did not. You couldn’t harm me even when I openly surrendered to you.

So yes, I still very much love you and I’ll stay by your side forever.” The last word pierced through your heart like a knife. You couldn’t give him what he wanted.

“Steve, I… I have to go.” Steve looked at you quizzically. “Where?” You gulped audibly before meekly replying, “Hydra.” You could feel his body tense.

“You aren’t going back there, no matter what.” You wanted to believe Steve’s words, but you knew that couldn’t happen.

“I’ve tried to run away. So many times. But they always find me. They’ll find me this time too. And if they find me, they’ll find you too and I can’t let that happen.

I won’t be able to live if something happened to you. I’ll never forgive myself. And that’s why I need to go.” If this sacrifice was going to keep Steve safe, then so be it.

“Nothing will happen to me. And if they come, we will fight them. Together. And nothing and no one can stop us if we are with each other. Stay with me, please!”

You kissed his cheek to stop him from pleading anymore. You couldn’t tolerate the man you loved begging you. “I’ll… I’ll stay with you. I promise.”

Steve hugged you so tight, you wondered if you broke some bones. But being in the arms of the man who loved you, felt better than heaven itself. It was a different kind of a feeling, one that no words could ever describe.

“Steve, what do you think about Paris? I’ve always wanted to go there.” You asked as you both sat silently on the beach, basking in each other’s presence.

“I’ve always thought about visiting Louvre too. But I never really got the chance.” Even as a sickly kid, Steve wanted to get mesmerised by the art in the famous museum.

“And what about Sydney? Or Amsterdam? Or Barcelona?” Your eyes lit up like an excited kid. “What about all of them?” Steve jested.

Steve wanted to travel the world too. In a sense he already had, but it was always for some mission and never for the sake of relaxation. “Yeah, we could do that!” You exclaimed as if the thought hadn’t occurred to you.

It would be a new beginning for both of you. A new life away from your tainted past. A fresh canvas to paint with the colours of your own choice. A much needed restart that both you and Steve needed.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s pack our bags!”