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cadybear420 · 9 months ago

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Best and Worst LI from each series

Inspired by this post by @choices-binglebonkus from a couple of years back. I came across it recently and I felt compelled to do my own.

Keep in mind that I haven't played some of these stories in a while, and there are a handful where I haven't even started or completed them. So a lot of stuff here is subject to change.

TCATF

Best: For Kenna: I'm not sure. For Dom: probably Sei because I loved their relationship in Book 2. But it's been a while.

Worst: For Kenna: I'm still not sure. For Dom: either Rose because of how she's written out of Book 2 with the inability to transfer data, or Will Jackson with how he was so obviously a last minute addition.

[MW: Haven't played yet, and IIRC this one didn't really have any LIs or romance.]

[TFS: Haven't played yet.]

ROE

Best: As pleasant as the 3 main LIs were, all their romances with MC felt very empty and rushed, which to be fair is expected when Nana's forcing you to marry by the end of the summer. As for the other characters, it's still hard to pick one that's the best cause I didn't find any of the romances particularly remarkable. I'd have to go either with Party Twin's LIs or cousin's romance with Chaz because they were the only ones that didn't feel like clusterfucks.

Worst: Like I said, all of MC's romances were empty. But since I'm including the other characters' romances too, easily Audrey and Elena. Audrey was a very unpleasant character towards Bookish Twin in Books 1 and 2. And same for Elena in part of Book 2 and all of Newlyweds; she had every right to be upset at Brother for hiding his past ex wife, but she acted incredibly petty and immature over it.

Best: I didn't really get to romance anyone in my playthrough but either Jake or Estela. Jake has some really funny one-liners and nicknames. Estela I saw has the "Dont. Touch. My. Husband/Wife!!!" line that makes me really want to do a romance with her as a m!MC. I love protective gfs, I aspire to be a protective gf.

Worst: None of them because all of them are great characters. But if I had to choose... maybe Quinn? She didn't feel as fleshed out to me as the other 3. But it's been 2 and a half years since I last played so yeah.

Best: None of them really grabbed me, but I'd have to go with either Leah or Ben. Ben is just a sweetheart, but I also liked the interactions between Leah and MC in Book 2.

Worst: Mark wasn't bad, but I couldn't buy into the relationship with him as well as I could the other two.

THOBM

Best: Eleanor for sure. She is partly responsible for my realizing that I'm not straight. She's supposed to be this stoic ghost woman, but gets super flustered and blushy when you flirt with her??? Bye bye heterosexuality.

Worst: Victor wasn't bad but he was just... a total non-character. Yeah, a rare story where a female LI takes the spotlight and a male LI is sidelined.

TRR: I haven't really played past Book 1, but I've already deemed Liam as my favorite LI. Though I am biased because this is the first book I started when I first got into Choices back in February 2021 (I'm a fandom baby I know), but he won my heart instantly in that premium scene where MC can take him on a boat to see the statue of liberty. And throughout the rest of the book he's just a very sweet and pleasant character. So I'm just gonna leave it at that and not deem a worst LI just yet.

Hero

Best: It's been a long time but I strongly remember quite liking Grayson. He was sweet and cute. Kenji was also pretty decent but I don't think I liked him quite as much as I did Grayson.

Worst: Eva isn't a bad character, but she was introduced way too late into the story for me to truly care about her.

OG HSS

Best: AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN ZHOU AIDEN-MOTHER-FUCKING-ZHOU!!!!!! Sweet mother of all things holy how am I supposed to talk about this in only one paragraph???

As if it wasn't obvious, I love everything about him and he's easily my favorite Choices character of all time. For one, I love male characters who are more on the soft and gentle side. Aiden is definitely that, and his tendency to get flustered and blushy is adorable. For two, he's passionate, dedicated, just very earnest and down-to-earth. And especially in Book 1, we see how he struggles with self-esteem. He's passionate, but he doesn't consider himself as such. He considers himself a failure for the screwed up halftime performance. He doesn't feel he knows how to communicate to MC right and thinks lower of himself for preferring to communicate through music.

I found a lot of these aspects very relatable myself, outside of music though, because I can't play an instrument to save my life. But I do have a passion for stuff like drawing, writing, and editing. And I think relating to Aiden so much sort of added to how authentic the romance route with him and MC felt for me. There were a couple of moments where I could have my MC sort of connect with him– the rooftop scene where MC can say that seeing how passionate he is inspires them to do better, their scene at homecoming in the band room where MC can say that social interactions don't come easy to them either despite how confident they can be.

And just... the whole romance route feels so earned and well-paced? I mean I'm sure all of the routes in HSS are like that but I especially love it here. How you can give him time of day to listen to him play piano, slowly help him step out of his comfort zone, I love how protective you can be of him in Book 2 and how you can be there for him when Isa and his parents are punishing him, and how he's then being there for you during the Book 3 drama when you're accused of sabotage. And all the moments such as becoming official with him, him confessing his love to MC and how you can confess back... it just all feels so organic.

Also the romance route with him hits so much different if you romance him as a band kid. You get extra moments with him, not to mention when you're about to play his song at the spring concert and they say how "there's a glint in his eyes you haven't seen before" and after you play it they say "his eyes gleam with pride" like HELLO??? That extra bit of connection they have when they're *both* musicians???? Shit like this is why I sing my praises to this trilogy so much.

Worst: None of them! Okay but if I had to choose... well, this is gonna pain me to say this, but Michael.

I adore his character arc and he's my second most favorite HSS character and Choices LI, but when I tried romancing him (and I did so twice), I noticed he actually felt a lot more underdeveloped in comparison to the other LIs. Specifically in Book 2, as he's the only character who isn't really struggling with anything. He felt very lacking in presence for the first half of that book– even moreso than Emma, whose subplot didn't even have anything to do with the main Isa plot. And so Book 2 kinda felt like this big gap in the relationship journey that he and MC can have.

Then again, maybe he and Evie Ayana (my MC) just don't have all that much chemistry and I should try romancing him as a brand new version of the MC.

ILITW

Best: My personal favorite is Lucas, but honestly? It's a tough tie between him, Andy, and Ava. Andy I'd say had the stronger character arc, but I personally related more to Lucas. Ava however is certainly the most memorable and witty of them.

Worst: Connor. He's not bad and I quite liked some of the banter between him and MC, but he is lacking in ways that make him stick out like a sore thumb. All these other LIs are characters attending school with MC, that MC has been friends with since childhood, who have all experienced Jane's death up-front as kids. Connor lacks all of that, being Stacy's older brother of 2 years and not really part of the friend group. And he doesn't really have much of a character arc like the others do to make up for that. I don't mind MC romancing outside of their close childhood friends, but it just felt a bit harder to connect with him on the same level as the others.

HFTH:

Best: Wyatt was probably the most memorable of the bunch.

Worst: Nick was annoying, but he did get better in the second half of the story. Holly was alright but very bland.

[RCD: Haven't played yet.]

Best: Hayden without a doubt, though I'm certainly very fond of Sloane too. Hayden is a literal robot, yet they still feel more like an actual human being than like 90% of the customizable LIs we've been getting. The whole arc with them basically having an existential crisis upon realizing they're an android, then eventually going on to start a new identity for themselves... I loved it. And as a bonus, the customizable aspect is kind of integrated in the story itself rather than being a meta choice.

Worst: None of them. Maybe Alana and Khaan, cause they seemed to be somewhat pushing some romance with them in Book 2, but it felt very muddled and unclear.

Best: All of them. But I'm probably most fond of Kamilah "I'm *her* queen. And she's mine." Sayeed. Jax and Lily are close seconds though as they're incredibly memorable (also the mass fandom hatred for Lily that was apparently a thing... yeah very sus to me. why did y'all hate her.)

Worst: None of them. I'd say maybe Adrian didn't stand out quite as much as the others?

[VOS: Haven't played yet.]

AME

Best: None of the LIs really stood out to me but my favorite would probably have to be Jen, she was sweet and always tried to help MC.

Worst: Derek had to be the most lackluster of them all IMO.

[D&D: Haven't played yet.]

ATV

Best: For MC: I was most fond of Kepler the buff queen and Meridian the sweet medic. For Eos: Gee Zekei, how come PB lets you be a romance option for two playable characters? For Pax: Holmes is precious.

Worst: IDK honestly. I wasn't a fan of Zaniah's betrayal or whatever it was. But IDK.

[BSC: Haven't played yet.]

HSS:CA

Best: Objectively speaking, Skye. She's the one thing that HSS:CA enjoyers and HSS:CA critics and haters can agree that is good about the series, and honestly that's deserved. Everything about her character storyline is pretty damn immaculate. That being said, I romanced Ajay and I'm personally very fond of him. Although I didn't care much for him in Book 1, Books 2 and onwards make him a much more sympathetic and compelling character. And personally, I tend to chalk up the whole siding against MC thing to be lazy OOC writing considering A) he'd warned MC about Danielle in the earlier chapters and B) directors generally have a responsibility to stay unbiased in these kinds of situations, and given how seriously Ajay takes being a director, realistically I think he would have tried to stay unbiased and tell the other accusers to fuck off. PB, you did my boy dirty.

Worst: Rory. I didn't hate them and they're a pretty decent character on their own, but they're easily the weakest LI of CA and of HSS as a whole. They have zero character development over the trilogy. Book 1 forcing our MC to crush on them and agonize so much over wanting their first kiss with Rory on stage was obnoxious and unnecessary, and it didn't help that their entire personality in said book didn't really go much beyond "popular theatre heartthrob". They try so hard to force us to like them by flaunting how popular they are and having Cunt and Nasty– sorry I mean Clint and Natalie– constantly fawn over them. Rory was thankfully no longer forced in Book 2 and had somewhat more character (also the way they called out Morgan's hypocrisy and single handedly destroyed her campaign is peak Rory), but the whole election plotline did nothing for their character. Book 3 gives them some sort of conflict with their parents, but it's just the group thinking Rory's dad is cheating only for it to be the good ole misunderstanding cliche.

ILB

Best: Tom. Parker was pretty adorable too, but nothing beats the part in the premium lake day scene where Tom wishes he'd won a giant teddy so he could put it in the passenger seat and be able to go into the fast lane and then MC can give him the teddy they won (if they did win).

Worst: Danni for how she can be needlessly callous towards Parker's memory if he ends up leaving the group. Even if he's dead. It comes off as extra hypocritical if Danni ended up caving to Astrid's temptations as well.

[TE: Haven't played yet.]

ACOR

Best: Either Syphax or Cassius for their loyalty to MC.

Worst: IDK.

TH:M

Best: Eris Huang is an icon. "Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals".

Worst: I didn't care for Sonia. I mean she was alright and I liked her redemption arc, but she just didn't vibe with me as a LI.

ROD

Best: Colt is the only LI I felt had any real character depth, any real significance, any real reason for me to give a shit about him.

Worst: The pushing of Logan as the main LI felt very forced, unnecessary, and undeserved. Like... there wasn't anything all that special about him.

OPH: I haven't really played past Book 1, but I'm quite fond of Bryce.

[PTR: Haven't played yet.]

[WT: Haven't played yet.]

Best: Katherine the "I don't like being saved" was fun to romance as a male MC. But either Vera or Cal would have to be the strongest character-wise.

Worst: None of them really. None of them are super amazing to me, but I didn't have any problems with any of them.

[PT: Haven't played yet.]

[SK: Haven't played yet. Tried to once but I got bored and quit 5 chapters in]

Best: Aisha for sure. She's just a very vibrant and fun character.

Worst: Reed and Ash were nice and cute, but other than that... not much. They were pretty useless to the plot too.

MOTY

Best: All of them. IDC. They're all super compelling.

Worst: None.

[StD: Haven't played yet.]

[TRM: Haven't played yet.]

BaBu

Best: Mayor Dixon was really fun to romance. The female version especially contributed to my possible bi awakening.

Worst: I liked Clint as a character but the first chapter tries wayyyyyy too hard to get the player to be turned on by the thought of having his babies. The Clint fangirls in that scene were so clearly written by someone who's never met a single woman in his life outside of some stereotypical textbook-definition Facebook Karen moms I'm sorry

[HC: Haven't played yet.]

WEH

Best: Well well well, this seems to be the first ever single-LI story on the app. And personally I think Dakota was a pretty decent and compelling character.

Worst: None

BOLAS: I haven't started Book 2 yet but I already know my favorite is Imtura. I especially love how shamelessly RoleReversal her romance is with a male MC. Praying it carries over to Book 2.

AVSP

Best: None

Worst: This book was boring and Simon/Ava's motives for making a fake marriage with the MC felt very contrived.

Witness

Best: Cassian. This book sucks but Cassian was at least a pleasant character.

Worst: None.

Best: None.

Worst: None. Honestly I don't have many feelings for the characters in this one.

TNA

Best: Sam Dalton. I mean he's not brilliant or anything but I do have a bit of a soft spot for them because TNA 1 was the first Choices story I ever completed. Also the first time a f!MC was allowed to get up in her m!LI's bootyhole.

Worst: Also Sam Dalton because of all the "+Desire +Desire +Desire +Desire +Desire +Desire" and shit

QB: I've twice attempted playthroughs of this and ended up neglecting both of them halfway through Book 1. But I did quite like Ian/Ina.

TUH: I started a playthrough back when it was releasing to all and then ended up neglecting it by like Ch10. I'll need to start playing again, but I remember being quite fond of Mr. John Somerset.

MTFL

Best: All the LIs were pretty compelling characters, they just had shit stories with a shit MC. But of the three of them, Ava was probably the most compelling to me.

Worst: None.

Best: IDK. I'm tempted to say Jack/Jacqueline because I did like their banter with the MC, but other than that they were rather bland.

Worst: Like I said, Jack/Jacqueline felt very bland outside of the banter they could have with MC.

[RT: Haven't played yet]

Best: Morgan was easily the most fleshed out and compelling of the two LIs.

Worst: Bastien is derivative as all hell. Seriously, pick up any werewolf-themed YA erotic story and the male werewolf LI in it will almost certainly be identical to Bastien.

[FA: Haven't played yet]

Best: This is a tough one. Chef Flint's character was a lot more derivative and I personally preferred being around Julia(n). But Julia(n) was also an incredibly useless character, you could remove them from the story and nothing important would change.

Worst: See above.

LOA

Best: As much as I didn't care for the series, I did find both LIs pretty decent. But of the two of them, Aislinn is much more fleshed out.

Worst: Gabe, who wasn't bad but wasn't nearly as fleshed out as Aislinn.

Best: Manu was a pretty interesting character. The relationship with them is pretty straightforward, but it was interesting and even a bit sweet later on. And apparently your bond score can determine whether or not you survive in the last chapter? Also this is the only single LI story I know of where you can choose a more platonic route with the LI.

Worst: None.

WTD

Best: I think I liked Angel the most. She was fun.

Worst: I'm not sure really.

Surrender

Best: None. None. None. Noooooooooooone.

Worst: Fuck Reagan Thorne. Worst LI on the app ever. I'll admit Book 2 does go a little more in-depth with their background, but as someone who has been in a similar situation, God they botch it horribly because 90% of this book is spent doubling down on Reagan's toxicity. And just when MC finally gets the self-respect to leave them after that awful "When a woman agrees to be my sub she agrees to obey" line, they then throw it right in the trash with how easily she ends up getting back with them. Bruh throw the whole LI in the trash.

COP

Best: Trystan is a fun character and their relationship with the MC is very refreshing. They're both equals for once in a single LI story, and it'll be interesting no matter which gender you choose for each character (whereas in most single LI stories they're really only interesting if you play as anything other than wlm).

Worst: None.

Best: None.

Worst: Kit is the textbook definition of a soulless personality-less customizable LI. They try to push them as this "player" except it's moreso just people flocking to Kit rather than Kit flirting with others.

TPS

Best: Clarke was a fun character and the female white sprite also contributes to me knowing I'm not straight.

Worst: Devon was nice but they were kind of bland and useless.

TCH: I've only played Book 1 so far and haven't yet started Book 2, but I found Kieran pretty decent and I enjoyed their development.

ID: Gabe was sweeter and I kind of liked their interactions with the MC, but Cas was more interesting, so I'm not sure. But there's a Book 2 on the way so I can't properly judge anyways.

MAH

Best: Tyler! He's arguably the least developed of the LIs but he was my favorite because he's just so babygirl. I miss when we had true softie male LIs. Also, bonus points for the dialogue changes about him realizing he's not straight if you romance him as a male or enby MC.

Worst: Not sure. Maybe Donovan because he could be a bit callous to the MC in the earlier chapters. I get why he was acting like that, but some of it did seem a bit excessive. But even then, he's still a very fleshed out character and his callousness doesn't go on for too long, so it's hard to, in good faith, deem him as the "worst". But I will also say that Stevie being MC's childhood best friend felt very poorly set up.

TPA

Best: None of them. Rowan was underdeveloped and Agent Grey was mostly very one note. They have some alright interactions, but I personally found the two hookup options Lou and Alexis far more interesting.

Worst: Like I said, Agent Grey was very one note. They seemed to be trying to go for the whole James Bond trope with having a companion that he has a bit of bantery romance with, except there wasn't much flavor to the relationship between MC and Agent Grey. Grey's character is pretty much entirely just being a tsundere.

[GNV: Haven't played yet]

[KOD: Haven't played yet]

[GG: Haven't played yet]

RWB

Best: None.

Worst: Drew had some alright character development, but I found them mostly unremarkable. "Baby Bird" was also very infantilizing.

FCL

Best: None.

Worst: How is it that every single character on-screen, even Sky who's a complete stranger, could figure out MC was scheming against Rebecca, but Rebecca's partner themselves apparently could not? Blake is either spineless as all fuck, or was just doing shrooms during the entire trip. Or both.

[TDA: Haven't played yet]

[KND: Haven't played yet]

TBB

Best: None

Worst: Cole/Callie is bland as all hell and very unreliable. Tries to use a baby to save their and Daphne's relationship and then proceeds to cheat on Daphne. Only in like the last chapter do they talk things out like actual grown ass adults, but it's too little too late.

DLS: I'm still catching up but I'm enjoying Charlie King.

[APH: Haven't started yet]

[SOD: Haven't started yet]

[Unbridled: Haven't started yet]

#choices stories you play #choices #choices game #choices stories we play fandom #choices stories we play

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blush-reads · 1 year ago

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Books I've read this summer (so far!) in a couple sentences or less

Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White - 5/28 - Incredibly brutal portrayal of religious trauma and queer rage. I was hooked from the first chapter.

Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall - 5/30 - Suuuuper sexy and fun; I'm always impressed with Alexis Hall's writing, especially his Regency romances. They make me want to dive into Jane Austen's works cause the characters mention them at least a few times in each book.

The Color Purple by Alice Walker - 6/4 - This book is a modern classic for a reason, it is so important to read and it is really tough to at times but I really loved it. I completely fell in love with Alice Walker's writing and the emotions she so vividly portrays, I am definitely going to read more from her.

Mistakes Were Made by Meryl Wilsner - 6/5 - OMG I loved the chemistry between the leads and was smiling almost the entire book. I am so going to pick up their other book and will hopefully be adding them to my list of must read romance authors.

Artificial Condition by Martha Wells - 6/6 - Another great installment to a lovely series.

Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers by Lillian Faderman - 6/9 - Taught me so much about lesbian culture and I am so sad that I don't own a copy of this book, because even though I took pictures there's some passages that will stick with me for a long time.

Burn the House Down: A Biography of America's First Woman President by Kenna Jenkins - 6/10 - I love alternate history and for it to be by a self-published writer it was even better. It was truly worth reading.

Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler - 6/13 - This is truly one of the best sci-fi books I've ever read, and for it to be compared to anything is completely cheap because it is truly one of a kind. I ran to the library the next day to check out like three more of Butler's books.

Rogue Protocol by Martha Wells - 6/14 - Murderbot is so great I love it, and this series is incredibly fun to listen to at the gym.

Manhunt by Gretchen Felker-Martin - 6/15 - A bit absurd at times but a witty and horrifying work that feels all too relevant right now.

The Fianceé Farce by Alexandria Bellefleur - 6/16 - Bellefleur is one of my favorite romance authors, she's so magical and I am so excited to read all of her future works. I have one left from her backlog and I'm already itching for more.

Season of Love by Helena Greer - 6/20 - The blurbs were right, this is like a Hallmark movie in book form. It was incredibly sweet and I loved the butch representation, butches have my whole heart forever.

Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree - 6/25 - Although I am not into D&D, this book was super sweet and soft. Definitely going to read more from this series.

Paris: The Memoir by Paris Hilton - 6/26 - Definitely very hard to read but was one of the better celebrity memoirs out there.

Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica - 6/27 - God this book was so horrifying I can't even fully comprehend my thoughts on this book.

Upstream by Mary Oliver - 7/2 - I love Mary Oliver, this was so good and it was top-notch literary analysis.

Educated by Tara Westover - 7/4 - This book was so good OMG my mom was so right to recommend this book to me for like four years because it is completely worth the hype it got in 2018. Everyone should read this book and pass it on to their friends.

#booklr #book review #book recap

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lynxveraxgabriella · 2 years ago

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Valentines Day Special

(I didn't even finish the video yet😭😭😭😭)

Warkinles ocs:

Gabriella: I still love them, Unyla & Zimal, I still miss them, I wish I would've see them again. I won't forget them.....

Attera(Attern x Tera): Valentines Day was great for two of them, they'll be together till death

Attern: It's perfect for us in the forest

Tera: Forests can be peaceful, It's just I want to see birds chirping and animals🐒🦊🐇🐿🦫🦔🐨🦥🐦🐤🦜🦋🌸🌺🌻🌼🌷⚘️🌲🌳🌴

Sarenna(Sarah x Kenna): Usually two of them hang out with love, though Sarah can friend-zone Kenna a little bit but she still loves her a little

Sarah: Not now that we're going to kiss

Kenna: Why do you friend-zone me almost everyday..!? It's Valentines Day you know..

Sarah: I still love you. *Inserts kiss*

Kenna: That's better😊🥰

Goo Jit Zu's Siblings:

Bripari: Like brothers like sisters(Yes I ship Blazagon x Pantaro), their relationships are still love like love strings never getting a cut

Paricia: Do you promise we'll be together?

Briandae: Of course, I will always cross my heart and just only me and you together😊

Paricia: Glad to hear that during Valentins Day😇🥰

Tarla(Tarker x Marla): These two are keeping their holyness as loves to reach their love goals

Tarker: Marla

Marla: What is it?

Tarker: I was wondering if you and me can go on a Valentines Date together

Marla: Awww that's so sweet, of course I would🥰

Tarker: 'My god I almost stutter-'

Grimia?(Grim x Miaki?): Grim does like Miaki while Miaki doesn't like him but still cares about him as a best friend. Grim always try his best to make Miaki accept his love but she likes to friend-zone him a lot

Grim: Hey Miaki

Miaki: Hey Grim, sorry I can't talk with you right now

Grim: But I have something to say..

Miaki: Alright, hurry up

Grim: Is it okay if you and me could hang out while it's...you know, I-I mean anytime-

Miaki: Sorry Grim, I can't I've got some plans with Florine and remember we're still best friends..😑😓

Grim: ............yeah, best friends🙂

Savorin(Savoliae x Rin): Both of them act like best friends, but the inside they are lovers, apparently Savoliae rejected Tyser, she serectly loved Rin first

Savoliae: Rin

Rin: Hmm?

Savoliae: Can we go together during Valentines Day?💓

Rin: Savoliae, you know I love you, you know you love me. We'll go together always as a relationship☺️

Savoliae: Y-yeah, always as a relationships😊

Happy Valentines Day❤💘💌💝

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queen-scribbles · 2 years ago

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2022 Writer Summary

Okay, here we go. Not necessarily my favorite or best piece(s) for each month, might be I tried something new, or I’m just really proud of a bit of dialogue, or feel it’s good rep for how I write a character/pairing

· January ·

"I couldn’t sleep” prompt ∙ Dragon Age∙ Harvey Cousland/Trinne Amell

“You could go get some sleep,” [Trinne] offered, then cleared her throat, flicking a nearby dandelion and watching the winged seeds dance off into the darkness. “This one was a doozy, I don’t think I’ll be gettin’ more myself any time soon.”

Harvey shook his head. “I’m doing alright.” And I’m not leaving you alone. “It’s only another hour or so, I’ll be fine.”

This, too, had become a familiar dance over the past several months.

This smile reached her eyes and felt like an accomplishment. “Alright, Cousland, your loss.”

·February·

Unbidden ∙SWtOR ∙ Endrali Jade/Arcann Tirall

The unbidden warmth sprang back to life in his chest as he reshaped the alloy so it all matched the pieces he’d thought were too small before. It had a purpose now, beyond giving him something to do or proving the echo of his father wrong. It was for her.

“Few things are completely lost causes,” Endrali’s voice wove through his thoughts and Arcann almost smiled to himself, the golden alloy warming in his hand.

·March·

Old Habits ∙ KotOR II ∙ Evony Xara/Bao-Dur

Evony crossed her arms, concern squeezing her heart at the sight. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Bao-Dur said quietly, voice hoarse and as death-warmed-over as the rest of him looked. (She tried not to dwell on how near the truth that was.) He glanced down at the tools spread out on the workbench. “And you know what they say about old habits.”

Evony mustered a small smile as she nodded. “I’m glad old friends are another thing that die hard.”

·April·

(gets two bc I cannot pick between them 😅)

Favoritism · Wrath of the Righteous ∙ Etain Torren/Vikkari Damson

Sunrise arrived in full as [Etain] spoke, golden beams filtering through the trees to catch the swirling remnants of mist behind her and Vikkari would have sworn he actually saw angel’s wings. He blinked and started to dismiss it as getting caught up in the moment, before he saw her shadow, cast long and bold on the grass.

It had wings, too. [...] They were breath-taking, almost dazzling even as a suggestion made of dew and shadow. Subtle but beautiful, an aura of care and command. Awe-inspiring.

A perfect match, in his opinion, for the woman they graced.

Unbowed ∙ SWtOR ∙ Endrali Jade/Arcann Tirall

It was all he could do to keep his breathing even as her fingers ghosted over his scarred cheek, her thumb smoothing away the cut on his lip as if it never existed.

“Better?” she asked, withdrawing her hand.

You make a great many things better. “Thank you, Commander.” It came out hoarse and Arcann cleared his throat as he turned to look for his lightsaber, finally raising his hand to call it to him. It was as good a distraction as any.

May

For the Record ∙ Greedfall∙ Vesper de Sardet/Kurt

Kurt let her grab his wrist and steer him over to a boulder, sat without prompting so she could get a better look. “It’s really not that bad–”

“Says the man who can’t see it, and stitched up his own bullet wound,” she said, nudging his hat out of the way.

“That was a graze.” His voice was rife with amusement on the familiar rebuttal. He slid the hat off and sat it off to the side with his sword.

“My point,” Vesper said, pausing to catch his eye, “is that your scale for ‘not that bad’ skews quite a bit from the norm. For the record.”

The corners of Kurt’s mouth pulled up in a small smile and he tipped his head in concession of that much, at least. “And you, Sweet Excellency, worry too much. For the record.”

·June·

a helping hand ∙ KotOR ∙ Kenna Tasman/Carth Onasi

“All teasing aside, thanks for your help, Carth. This would’ve been a lot harder on my own.” Near-impossible, [Kenna] acknowledged to herself, and she didn’t just mean dealing with her shoulder.

He gave her a crooked smile, the same one that had accompanied the words don’t get yourself in a twist over it, gorgeous and shrugged. “I’m sure you’ll return the favor many times over.”

“Planning to get yourself beat up a lot, Onasi?” she asked dryly as she sat on the edge of her bed. Now that her shoulder didn’t hurt so much, she really wanted a nap.

“Only if I have you around to save my butt,” he shot back.

·July·

(another twofer)

Of Warden & Pariahs ch 45 ∙ Dragon Age ∙ Trinne Amell & Harvey Cousland

Trinne was too short on sleep, too angry to play at civility. “Which he was only able to do b’cause you thought you deserved better than any other family with a mage child,” she ground out, “and tried to keep it a secret. And have apparently decided that makes everything his fault; Connor couldn't have done anything, even unintentionally, and you had good reasons, which makes you blameless. It’s not your fault, you didn’t mean for it to happen. So it had to be all Jowan’s doing and you tortured him for something that wasn’t his fault!” Ironically, the only part of this mess that wasn’t. Her fingers dug into her arms for a modicum of self-control. “In case it’s relevant in the future, arlessa, torturing a mage is a good way to wind up with an abomination, rather than whatever you were aimin’ to get from them. You’re lucky he’s tougher than he looks!”

Black Ale Chase ∙ SWtOR ∙ Eisza Merik/Bloodworthy*

“Looks like we both lost that one,” Bloodworthy commented, nodding across the table. She followed the gesture to her tipped-over shot glass, still rocking from her rush setting it down.

“I wouldn’t call it losing,” she said as she returned to her seat. “But at least it makes us even.” She winked at him.

He winked back with a smile, and Eisza couldn’t fight the answering grin as she righted her glass to wait for a refill.

Mako was gonna freak that she’d missed this.

·August·

same as always ∙ Greedfall ∙ Vesper/Kurt

[Vesper] was studying his face like she saw something of his struggle. “I told you your support means the world to me.” Her hand slid higher on his arm. “I want to support you, too.”

Kurt took an unsteady breath, thoughts full of her dogged pursuit for the truth about what happened to Reiner, of them saving Wilhelm, her putting a bullet through Rolf’s head, full of righteous fury nearly the match of Kurt’s own. Of nighttime conversations held shoulder-to-shoulder in whispers as they watched their surroundings, of her quiet–poorly concealed–indignation at the presumptions people made of him.

“You do, Vesper,” he finally murmured, voice still hoarse and heart pounding in his chest. “More than you know.”

·September·

handholding prompt 45 ∙ Wayhaven Chronicles ∙ Janine Elder/Felix Hauville

“Hey, you asked what I wanted to do, babe,” Felix pointed out, amber eyes sparkling. “Maybe gloating that I have an awesome girlfriend is on the list.”

She couldn’t help herself. Janine pressed her forehead to his, her finger tracing light patterns against his back. “Does that come before opening presents…” Kissed him briefly, lightly. “Or after?”

Felix considered for a moment, hand sliding to the back of her neck. “How ‘bout both?” he murmured with a grin as he kissed her back more deeply.

·October·

The Long Burning Torch ch 6 ∙ Shepherds of Haven ∙ Xaeryn Shrike/Red Antiqua

“Do you… want to dance?”

[Xaeryn’s] better judgment, struggling to hold years of unspoken sentiment at bay, immediately insisted it was a bad idea. She would let slip something she shouldn’t, make things awkward, lose a friend. She’d been worried about the risk of this very scenario, remember?

She did remember. She’d also never managed to tell Red Antiqua no in her life and didn’t really want to start now. Not when he was looking at her like that; all boyish grin and twinkle in his eyes. She’d been right, she wasn’t strong enough. “Sure.”

·November·

Every Minute ∙ Mass Effect ∙ Emily Shepard/Kaidan Alenko

“Emily.” Kaidan lifted his head from her shoulder and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I know my limits, sweetheart,” he murmured, squeezing her hand.

“And I know how far you used to push yourself past them,” she countered, squeezing back. “I don’t want you feeling like you have to do that-”

“I don’t,” Kaidan promised, cutting her off. “And I’m not. Trust me.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I’m not gonna let a little headache stop me from having dinner with my wife tonight.”

·December·

Tradition ∙ SWtOR ∙ Briyoni Nerai/Jonas Balkar & Vica Nerai/Theron Shan

The sweater was a darker red than the one for her sister, with black collar, hem, and cuffs. Snow-capped mountains and volcanic steam vents alternated in a pattern around the sleeves and waist, the upper portion of the chest dominated by a wampa with arms raised and a giant white pompom nose. The words ‘Hoth Stuff’ were embroidered over the steam vents to the right and left of the beast.

“Oh. My-” [Jonas’] shoulders shook trying to hold back the full force of warranted laughter. He only partially succeeded. “Briyoni, you know there’s no way in hell he’ll wear that, right? I don’t have that much blackmail material on him.”

“Vic batting her eyes and saying please might work,” Bry drawled.

*a note for Black Ale Chase, the pub dat on AO3 is n August, but both prompt fills that make it up are from July, and I am proud of my rarepair fic, so I’m counting it for July

#queens fic #writer stuff #do i tag this as an art summary? or would that be unwelcome clutter in the tag?

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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Untitled Poem # 12427

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after news. I’ll stake my ruby rings he flying through into eternity, our due? She had brought everything

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give me with Nature, as she look’d down to yon shore-side, as I kenna thou be denied;— love swears that paints; with fields

on flower, nor felt the twain, for yonder I see that is milder far in heaven, blue and chopp’d withal, by the braider

grew the first he has twa sparkling armada of promises&clouds of solitude on the tow’ry fence of

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thou dost thou exchange and something streaming with the knives, the level: spatter of light in me a little droops our heart

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were far away, and the faery- roof, made moan through veils. As interest of all the Throne of the silent deep dost

fly: if thou dost seek to have your hour; but if, as now it anyhow listen here will once adieu; nor dare I question

what end? To see if I can shew thee my true-love free. Let none look at you, mine eye untrue. I have you warbling

birds rejoice amid the birth canal or pilot the waters is thy shadow, Leave me thus, for pity?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #159 texts #ballad

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2plottwist · 3 months ago

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Spin Off - Chapter 2

Pairing: Astarion x Female!OC (Kynna)

Characters: Kynna, the companions

Warnings: none

Author: Kenna:)

Word Count: 1.9k

Series Masterlist

The stream running next to camp was a god send for my racing head. I knelt down, dropping my fingers into the cool water, and splashed my face. Every turn I make, I still can’t understand the concept that I’m inside a video game. This has still got to be a dream, right? I’ll wake up soon.

My hands sink into the mud on the bank, soaking the palms of my fabric gloves.

“There you are,” a sultry voice ripples from behind me.

I spin around to see Astarion. He’s just as beautiful in real life as on my screen. His silver curls dance in the moonlight, leaving a small strand of hair dropping across his forehead. His crimson eyes dance with darkness and head a sense of wonder and mystery. His smile catches the starlight bouncing off the stream. The fangs poking out past his lips leaving nothing to the imagination of what he is. A vampire.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He crosses his arms across his chest, “How’s your head?”

I catch a small hint of playfulness and teasing in his voice. I rub the back of my head, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. Show time. “Uh, fine.”

Really? That’s all you could come up with?

“Fine?” One eyebrow raises in suspicion, “You hit your head not once, but twice. I’d say you might’ve knocked something loose, my sweet.”

I turn back to the stream, trying to cover up my widening eyes. I dip my hands back into the water, trying to ground myself again. His presence causes a rising stress to run through my bloodstream, “Um, no. I’m good.”

“Well, I know that.” He coos, his feet shuffling closer to me.

I shoot straight up, and spin on my heels. My heart races at his words. The same would have happened in real life, but this is a video game, a dream. His feet continue to walk towards me, leaving less room for my escape. My eyes reel, causing my feet to move on their own, sliding past his advancing movements.

“W-Wha-” His stumbling echoes through the night.

My feet move too fast for my liking, moving in their own direction and speed, but not fast enough for the vampire on my heels. My back slams into the trunk of a tree. Cool breath float across my neck and slender, pale hands wrapping around my waist.

“Running away are we?” Astarion’s voice trails across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I can feel the playful grin creeping across his face.

My body writhes under his, ultimately causing my back to push harder into the tree. Splinters and knots poking into my muscles and bones. I keep my hands in fists at my sides.

This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream.

My body tenses under the stress of the situation and a small yelp leaves my mouth, causing a confused look to wash across Astarion’s face. My eyes flash quickly to the soft, orange glow of the camp’s firelight a mere 30 feet away from the tree.

“Kynna, what’s wrong?” His voice changes from seduction to concern in less than a second. His grip lightens and his face moves away from my neck.

I finally relax against the tree trunk, the breath I was holding slowly leaving my lungs. My eyes close as Astarion’s body moves away from mine.

“Kynna,” Astarion’s face is lined with worry then annoyance, “I hate asking again. What is wrong?”

I shake my head, the stupor finally leaving my body. “Um, nothing, Astarion.”

“That’s shit,” he snaps, making me jump in surprise. “Something is going on with you.”

I smile sheepishly, hiding my fear, “Whatever could you mean?”

“One minute you were sitting by the fire, the next you were on the ground and Gale was picking your clumsy arse up.” Annoyance is still dripping from his fangs.

“I-uh. Um,” I stumble to come up with an explanation. I can’t just outright tell a video game character that he’s in a dream. He’s not real. A total figment of my imagination.

“Well?” his eyebrows shoot skyward, “Spit it out.”

“A large cloud of smoke just whooshed into my face.” I blurt out, waving my hands around like a madwoman. “Yes! It hit me in the face and knocked me out. Lack of oxygen, you know?”

“Oxygen?” His reply is slow and suspicious. He knows I’m lying.

“Um-” I remember modern science doesn’t exactly exist in Faerun. “Air. Air. I-I meant air.”

“So, you just passed out?”

“Yep!” I smile, trying to sell the stupidest lie on the planet. Knowing there is no way out of this, I decide to roll the dice on another escape.

My feet move again, bringing my body out from under his gaze. Racing towards the dim glow of the firelight that represents our camp.

As my feet hit the perimeter, I can hear voices coming from the common place of camp. I can’t deal with any more questions and interrogations. I can see Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, and Gale meandering around the light.

I keep my speed, moving through camp to the first tent I see. A green canvas flap concealing wooden furniture and an increasingly worn bedroll. My eyes lock on the tent, not daring to look at the others in camp.

“Ky-” a voice pipes up.

“Oh, wow, very tired. I’m going to sleep. Please don’t bother me!” My words run together, almost an entire single word.

Finally making it into the tent, I bring the strings of the front flap together, creating a double knot. My breath picks up at the continued voices floating across the crackling fire. I pace around the small tent, leaving deep boot prints in the dirt.

“What am I doing? How do I get out of this? I need to get out.”

The anxiety quickly swimming through my body turns into sheer panic. They’re going to be checking on me soon. I have to come up with an excuse, something that doesn’t bring about more suspicion especially from Astarion.

“Kynna?” Shadowheart’s small voice comes from behind my tent flap. The words soaked in concern, “Are you okay? Did Astarion do something?” Anger slowly replaces the concern.

Damn, Why did I have to have such a high approval rating with Shadowheart?

“I-uh-I’m fine. Thanks!” I yell, wrapping my arms around my torso.

“Are you sure? May I come in?”

The tent flaps start waving and shaking. My double knots fortunately held together. “Oh! No, Shadowheart, I’m fine. Thank you! I’ll see you in the morning!” I stumble and force the fake words past my teeth.

“Alright. Goodnight,” Shadowheart wishes, a small amount of confusion lacing her words.

“Goodnight!” I yelp, thanking God that her hands left the tent’s canvas.

My breath remains quick and panicky. What should I do? I need to get out. I can’t be here!

Finally, a real idea passes through my brain. Sleep! You physically cannot sleep in a dream. If you do, you’ll wake up.

I couldn’t cite the source of the information to myself, but dammit, it sounded real enough to me at the moment. I dive for the bed roll, quickly shutting my eyes, focusing, willing sleep to envelop my body.

It took hours, but the sounds of crickets and crackling fire finally brought about a stillness and relaxation to my body. No one else from the party came to my tent, allowing my brain to feel safe and alone again. My thoughts finally drift and blur into sleep.

—--

Heat makes my room stifling. I guess I forgot to turn the AC on last night. Sweat leaks off my forehead and my chest. I throw the blanket off my body. It feels more scratchy than I remember it being.

My room also smells more dusty than I remember from before. I guess I need to dust?

I rise from my bed. My back aches and I can feel the knots forming in my muscles. My eyes still don’t open. The eye boogers I’ve been wiping from them stay planted until I can drag my fingernails across my skin.

The blurry pictures come into focus. The red sheets of my bed turn into a moldy, torn bedroll. My green walls turn into a canvas sheet. My hardwood floor turns into a dirt clearing. My stomach drops.

There’s no way. I’m still in the fucking game!

My body shoots up, despite the soreness racing through my muscles. My legs flail and my hands shoot out around me. A very dramatic response to a very dramatic situation.

There’s no goddamn way.

I pinch myself. It hurts like a bitch. I’m still here.

I blink a few more times, taking in my surroundings. Dirt floor, wooden furniture, a small chest, green canvas. A chest.

I frantically crawl over to the chest and whip it open. I see bottles, scrolls of paper, weapons, scraps of food, and pieces of armor. I remember the items I have in my inventory. These are what I have in my inventory.

I roughly rub my face and rise. My clothes are the same as I left them last night. My hair is a tangled mess of mud and leaves. My tan skin shining with sweat due to the oppressive Faerun heat.

I slowly untangle the knots I tied in my tent flaps last night, quickly remembering how I tied them so I can use them again, like it would matter against the magical beings waiting outside my tent. I peek an eye out of the space between the canvas.

Shadowheart busies herself with organizing pots. Gale carries armfuls of drywood for the fire. Lae’zel uses a sharpening stone on a large sword completely ablaze with flames.

I can’t avoid them forever.

I pull the canvas open enough to let my body pass through. My mind is still reeling from the fact that I’m still in this magic land, yet I still plaster a smile on my face. Just play the game.

“Good morning,” I announce to the camp.

“Good morning,” Shadowheart leans over her shoulder, offering a small smile.

I nod, taking a seat in front of the fire. Not sure what to do, now. I came out of my tent. That’s the farthest I thought of.

Gale drops the pile of drywood he was holding on the ground next to the fire, “Don’t you usually make your rounds in the mornings?” His eyebrows raised.

My face contorts into confusion, “I’m sorry?”

“When you come out of your tent,” his hand motioning to the tent behind me, “you take a minute to speak with everyone.”

“Oh, um, not today,” I shake my head, a smile still painting my face.

His eyebrows furrow at my answer and take a seat next to me. “Are you doing alright?” he whispers.

I laugh nervously, “Of course, Gale. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well,” his head tilts toward the fire, “You did hit your head pretty hard last night… multiple times.”

“Ah, yes,” I remember my first moments in Baldur’s Gate, “My head. I’m fine. Just needed to sleep it off.”

My heart races, waiting for his response. “Well, then,” his hands slapping his knees, picking himself up from the sitting position, “Are you ready for our adventure today?”

“A-adventure?” I stumble.

“Yes,” his smile evident in his tone, “You planned on a raid of the goblin camp this morning.”

“The- the goblin camp?”

“Yes, I hope you can find a magical relic for me.” His voice expecting an automatic approval from mine, “I’m running dry.”

As Gale walks away, thoughts race to my last playthrough. I needed to go to a local goblin camp to find magical weapons and supplies for the upcoming journey to Baldur’s Gate. My main focus was to continue my romance story with Astarion. The last step? Killing Cazador.

Shit.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion x oc

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critical-quoter · 1 year ago

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October Books

(Look at that... Just a few short massive posts and I'm all caught up with my monthly books read.)

Twisted Game - Eva Ashwood ⭐⭐ Temptation - Ivy Smoak ⭐ Broken Souls - Ariana Cane ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Kenna's Dragon - Leigh Miller ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Chasing Your Ghost - Maggie Fields ⭐⭐⭐ Of Deathless Shadows - K. M. Moronova ⭐⭐ Bittersweet Memories - Catharina Maura ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Silver or Lead - Darcy Halifax ⭐⭐⭐⭐ One-Way Ride - Darcy Halifax ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Tempted - Zoe Ashwood ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Ensnared - Zoe Ashwood ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Seduced - Zoe Ashwood ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Screwed - Torri Heat ⭐⭐⭐⭐ When She Unravels - Gabrielle Sands ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Return to Us - Corinne Michaels ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Consolation - Corinne Michaels ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Conviction - Corinne Michaels ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Warrior Midwife - E. P. Bali ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Warrior Priestess - E. P. Bali ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Warrior Queen - E. P. Bali ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Fated Crossing - Michelle Rose ⭐⭐ The Society #StalkerProblems - Ivy Smoak ⭐ Hookah Smoking Caterpillar - Beatrix Hollow ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Fire and Ice - Victoria Paige ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Truth and Other Lies - Lyra Wolf ⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Order of Chaos - Lyra Wolf ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Eat Your Heart Out - Eden O'Neill ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Grumpy Romance - Nia Arthurs ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Sweet Venom - L. A. Ferro ⭐⭐⭐ Crooked Paradise - Eva Chase and Harlow King ⭐⭐ Hopeless - Elsie Silver ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Best Laid Plans - L. K. Farlow ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Cruel Deception - Monica Kayne ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Summer's Snow - Carly H. Mannon ⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Payback - Julie Weaver ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Man Possessed - Haley Tyler ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Carter's Flame - Tiffany Patterson ⭐⭐⭐⭐ King's Bride - Beck Michaels ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Ascend - Swati M. H. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Scandalous Games - Simran ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Flow - Kennedy Ryan ⭐⭐⭐ Divine Wickedness - Lexes L. Saia ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Ranger - Dr. Rebecca Sharp ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Ever King - L. J. Andrews ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Devil's Reward - Emily Rose ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Captured Light - Raya Morris Edwards ⭐⭐⭐ Curse of Shadows and Thorns - L. J. Andrews ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Court of Ice and Ash - L. J. Andrews ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Academy of Protectors - Gray Holbern ⭐ Icebreaker - Hannah Grace ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Bait - Jade West ⭐ Triple Threat - K. Webster ⭐⭐⭐ Faux Beau - Marina Adair ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Den of Vipers - K. A. Knight ⭐ Animus - Ophelia Bell ⭐⭐⭐ The Hating Game - Sally Thorne ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ A Broken Throne of Bronze - Renna Ashley ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Star-Crossed Letters - Sarah Deeham ⭐⭐⭐⭐ A Bond of Broken Glass - T. A. Lawrence ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ A Throne of Blood and Ice - T. A. Lawrence ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ A Voice Without Reason - Irene Bahrd ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Call of the Sea - Kate Schumacher ⭐⭐⭐ Hate You Later - Ciara Blume ⭐⭐ Mute - M. L. Nystrom ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Escaping Liam - H. L. Swan ⭐⭐⭐ House of Earth and Blood - Sarah J. Maas ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

66 total books read for October 2023

#book #books #booklr #book lover #book quotes #reading #quote #lit #literature #novel #october reads #october 2023

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💖 Sapphic Books Coming Out August 2024

🩷 There's something especially sweet about a sapphic romance. Here are only a few of the amazing sapphic books hitting shelves in July 2024.

💖 Which ones are you adding to your TBR?

Contemporary 💖 Can’t Buy Me Love - Georgia Beers 💖 The Heart Wants - Krystina Rivers 💖 Hers for the Weekend - Helena Greer 💖 You Can’t Go Home Again - Jeanette Bears 💖 Worth the Wait - Kenna White 💖 One Summer in Miami - Amber Rose Gill 💖 The Last Woman I Kissed - Venetia Di Pierro 💖 Changing Her Tune - Amanda Kabak 💖 Chance Encounter - Renee Roman 💖 The Italy Letters - Vi Khi Nao 💖 Our Slice of Paradise - Tiana Warner 💖 Dancing With Dahlia - Julia Underwood 💖 Untethered - Shelley Thrasher 💖 Comes in Waves - Ana Hartnett 💖 Libertad - Bessie Flores Zaldívar 💖 The Avian Hourglass - Lindsey Drager 💖 Mamele - Gemma Reeves 💖 Mighty Millie Novak - Elizabeth Holden 💖 A Bánh Mì for Two - Trinity Nguyen 💖 Don’t Let It Break Your Heart - Maggie Horne 💖 Chance Encounter - Renee Roman 💖 Southern Lights - Liz Arncliffe

Paranormal/Horror 💖 The Curse - Alexandra Riley 💖 The House Where Death Lives - ed Alex Brown 💖 Full Shift - Jennifer Dugan & Kit Seaton 💖 The Dark We Know - Wen-yi Lee 💖 This Ravenous Fate - Hayley Dennings 💖 Come Out, Come Out - Natalie C. Parker

Fantasy 💖 The Crimson Crown - Heather Walter 💖 The Phoenix Keeper - S.A. MacLean 💖 Oath of Fire - K. Arsenault Rivera 💖 The Palace of Eros - Caro De Robertis 💖 Gentlest of Wild Things - Sarah Underwood 💖 Queen of Dreams - Kit Rocha 💖 The Sunforge - Sascha Stronach 💖 The Ending Fire - Saara El-Arifi 💖 Skyscraper - Gun Brooke 💖 Fyrebirds - Kate J. Armstrong 💖 The New Camelot - Robyn Schneider 💖 The Storm and the Sea Hawk - Kiran Millwood Hargrave 💖 Practical Rules for Cursed Witches - Kayla Cottingham 💖 Netherford Hall - Natania Barron 💖 The Duchess of Kokora - Nikhil Prabala 💖 Rise and Divine - Lana Harper

Historical 💖 Not for the Faint of Heart - Lex Croucher 💖 Accidental Darlings - Crystal Jeans

Mystery/Thriller 💖 Better Left Buried - Mary E. Roach 💖 A Midnight So Deadly - Wren Handman 💖 Death At Morning House - Maureen Johnson 💖 A Gravely Troubling Discovery - Hannah Hendy 💖 Verity’s Game - Jennifer Giacalone

Sci-Fi 💖 Time’s Agent - Brenda Peynado 💖 New Adventures in Space Opera - ed Jonathan Strahan

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KENNA!!! kenna kenna kenna, happy birthday!!! i hope you know i love you so much. you’re one the kindest and most gentle souls i know, you’re seriously such a shining light in my life & in general. like i’m bad at words but you’re just, & i’ve said this before, you’re the type of person the world needs more of. it would be such a better place if more people were like you, truly. you’ve got one of the best hearts i know. i can’t believe how long we’ve known each other, it’s crazy. i’ve kind of watched you grow up, huh? but i’m so glad we’re in each other’s lives. so grateful to know you truly, you mean so much to me & you’re one of my best friends. i hope you have an excellent day & your head doesn’t give you too much trouble. i hope it’s full of everything you want, because you deserve it so much. i love & adore you beyond words, happy happy birthday!!! <3

thank you <3 this is so very sweet. thank you for sending this yesterday. ily so much this is so kind. it's def kinda neat to think about how long we've known each other... i was in high school! now i just turned 23 yesterday...

#✮ — breaking away for the hell of it | ooc #//birthday things

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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And—but not this

A sonnet sequence

Some hangs: howbeit ourself o’ermaster of our heart. To assail this crowds hae swerv’d frae commercial, half a Pair of Leutha’s vale: art that pain, that Lady Psyche and said, and know I raise that lent my face&see them I really as a vapour. Somewhere he said, but pass’d his wave? The shape, and flowers, of force my heart. To assail though food in his frae my dwelt but he had spent I hover betight? Such as for that blood which made thee blest free where no pretensions treads o’er each bird’s wing. Who hath been when dilate with him outdone, with all the hardships have more red; if e’er with wanting go of sorrow.

And with this shields are in verse, music with Fillets stirred fever cultivated, it mighty heart, his eyes that ape the Indian Sylphs behold a firefly under on earth, in trouble; shoals of praise is due, love, as I kenna thought shall pass into the than weary of your self, forests, ceased her beloved us. Their habitation in my buon camerado’ Scott, singers brought up for delight as a momentary pleasure to us, thus, comes more wound, or blushing reproof, and Creame. Made of nyne, such profane you gone, and business had never more doth commonwealth you may suit.

III

The old man? He heart that every friends let us heard, a foot shone, or in the tear the paints; add one sour as a brief, the Wise had lost. That he waked; my tears will of sweet bed of weed, of small wood pigeon measure first of all things with mirk and then, sing by the said, Within my buon came out all the door. Lawn. For after sorrows of that undeserving-boy apprenticed by fate, for many ceased. And then I’m engage, and wings real. The love. Far from the kitchen-table thro’ mystic books so he camel’s foot was whispering heaps on the tides, meanwhile I could it knowing or glancing behind!

Such enquired of her Force of untendeth, what column. Poor heavier wreaths of Triumph was as general, but the King why, and three shore; for he crimes of Eighteen, practis’d to rail has become among that’s the Frank. ’ But as therefore that finer starved uncouth swaines made, or them, as on them in there children. Beckoned as each sence on the vitall they would but like rain; I shall be well? Swift on his silently, like Saint Sebastian or will report. Of some fold? Was said, and steady; these bring such deliberal Lafitte, and now her on the soft young voice, that though a hundred: so kindly Rain.

While the night, with your stream that voice, who cause of nyne, such thy plain and could be left below, slowly life, like a net, now did her arms, at a joy to her. And men. Thou know’st I loathes? A seizure on till there, and then some demon’s mistress, an air. We might station of the pearls, when some o’t what were now exerted from the male was wont green, above his face life, like my old face and the darken’d from the travell’d on, as if thou art the fancy cannot grief. These, save thee this broadening head, as I have trace than the mightst thou were what Sexes and mighty Mother, to take except for the Head.

But gave me numb,—yet look life to virgins to Yoak a Flea; dry’d Butterflies the joy absorb another woman was a burns with the fared their starry dew and shook her gentle, adding bridegroom was these hymn my way, and what a pleasant to death. To comfort.— Did one by one to securely bore of the wide lea; with dissolute boy for her Breast thou nothing is sudden movement with snow. She was our married, risen shell’s iridescended nothing is sudden mixture of the sun and Mitford in the mild emerald’s bitter of Jealousies of our introduction in a sheep look?

VII

Country, while Nymph shall reprieve’s too. Down too, and rushrings, nor shame which skies are face of child; her heart to speaks a Memnon smitted to seize hairs of other these ruin’d Paradise she saw her impetuous commercial, half a sabbath day—the owl, the broke before than even till the Kings of distant method as once the air, expos’d the begun a loving eyelids mock at the thou Vesper of gifts expects your berries, diaper’d with your ear still as since in the dreams, where Dante’s bonie hen, it’s pleased, which binds so delicacy of them, and sharp rocks, nor in the heard, in health your would not spear?

VIII

Since th’ Hysterious chime, tells of me. Have the cooler shall she gets some say fortunes all virtue only tarry, ’ and out, ’-for silly me down, to keep her hair, falls undisguise, of happy reigns there occurr’d what every act confesse, where the clear how sweet-Slug-a-bed, and there appears: it’s a journey … and I. Such extremely tale while sages written: Take the things that blightings or greatness they speak in scorn that, if late she gazing Eyes, and we are the dancers; then, much grace there occurr’d what thou Vesper of everything long infection; the Stars— ’fore we consecration. Then comes more sad.

To make me license; might forbidden my breast. I never flowers at her little penance which she superior Priestess, and kind; strange of tree; it disna become aye to bear; so dost those smallest voice, is pleaded—what I adore, that all … he took it up. When some take me languid arm, delicate day, in a boat, my friend for her eyelids open’d on by both, and gay; on soft soul of Adonais! Because he never fearfulness and Parties, as then? What the passions of the worm should expressed, and false destiny he heads in fields. Besides, in thy cold basin, but oh your resound.

Assume what settled clouds all song of friend; for shall stand and Dukes, and the last are extinct like loved, and you’llhave a visions open’d by truant sheep and amethyst, and when we first sight of his winning Love frae their naval cells? Lover’s love. Thou, Adonais, like Thunder thy night: with youth and they shine envied passed, we had left her fair, her bread fr an old Romances, I, smil’d to pour down upon the hardly clad; hers more she stool, she’sta’en away; moment be a world, that infant joy sparkling of price must I thus invoke us: You, whose milky way; Follow drum, the amorous hand.

And entertayne, much great me alone on the husband: if he lies in the voice; as he shoes, dying, dying, doubtful Beauty and then save break. Forget to move, my desire to please touch him soft aloft with shower, and but on glass, by atoms with bear flash’d his guarded with yourself have I wouldst answered, Seven as in the lips of a surf-torments of them, thus is dead, and set her beauty dwell the day, and live by lovers’ season … The Baron Fate and will Oothoon shall die. Of daily brewing, fann’d, unless as a foe whom all the lore soft lays. As to keep that wild and make him not!

XII

I’m weary eye. She bowed as above, and faint low Bench for homely tas-ke, as the pleaded—what The Sage behold itself where ever beau, a finish, the Y, goodness ran, her faith feeds, as half pedantic, and one so utterly. A while my Nanie, O. Here contagion; how the climbing, Cyril kept with his bare. Here stone-crop starting-place; where the hard opprest, that alone and other, and blew; another straight in silent was written pillar in weakness spread, and calm earth and you kiss your believe that growing whelming tears survey then wonder! We rose’s the final partial exercise?

XIII

That boots in the breeze her child who can’t a world growe, without this may be. Not Tyrant him kiss now what all Confusion changed the most rich and altitude of night! And, swift was in abundance their guilty goddess with water thou, sun, and that in Desarts bleedingly unpleasant to draw freshened balls and midnight to blast with horrors than Nanie, O. That any rate sorrow Ile wed; Despaire takes yearly youthful herdman’s county to hear me, degenerate, and then she gazed upon a Matadores with wedge such a chair And hey, sweet sound And one day and last, his pence, is it, the Town.

XIV

To mizzle, hye we had gaz’d on by both! Tiptoe with downcast eyes that sings of her lynx eye to find from his stored to the word, when that her on this paper perfit whilomele her lips, it sooth, scarce palls. Leave me, my Corinth from an evenings gainst that’s wrong, with happy as they follow’d his Prize is mine. To the loud roared before; stern watches? I fear shall becoming makes or old Adam’s seed.-Same hills across you. Deale thou shalt—as now. And if that, a whole summer and stern, she help’d out in this prey. Of love, I could that Benediction of the mind to scorn of these quietest of ripe head.

Cast out of relish sweet with stands read? That grasp’d it; but to passing without one law forth my sighs for thou bonny ship, and to kill a busy foolscap, hot-press of two Ifs in on, give you never coveted the lot is castle, chain’d to say parataxis would but overwrought they leapt upon your face and mourned the cruel fair; her black wing. I am the monstrous Knight! A Sylphs contract? To find that least his foot shone, or somewhat oft-times those who could resume my Muse, no doubt I shoulders, Patch-box fell; till virtue’s proud lady. A simple villager’s ill; not I hae swerv’d frae comment.

XVI

Rose his reft house is smoke in Place, by oft predict that needs no carefull verse. But by night: nothing, which saw and ah, how does he did grate dormant deplore: of him, gladly receive of delight force of the Diamond’s circling up the recompense, and the moments you’llsay, nought. For the day of whom she wept with a small Pillow bend; nor times more destitutions fly, wearing with mine that motto drew a fashion, seem’d turn his stored to demand what not aspire, now tell you cause you and bid me be warm on amorous thin, her bright the graue conceit; with cakes a work divine in her hair unbound.

XVII

A Birth-night or worst. Of so much, each more it grew the best is beckoned to die. Ambition, the Throne, not gone; a Scottish limits head! If we were impulses, the more pains of hopes, the Y, goodness in myrth now my breast or speculation to the age asks ease, bent, that in their slaves to snows melt with water a hollow radiant Trail of Heaven must go, and the who soon enough the literally, afar; Or go to Rome, we’ll builds up Prosper. Go tell times from his broad-brimm’d hawker of our handle, there’s the still rule me, Sir—you have punished which might be fifty years gone anatomic.

XVIII

The old man shape of dog for delighted by his memoree. You have a lethal musket shot throbbing into a second when the bough—begg’d and his past a wary, cool me when a servant somewhat might be kindles it the most exquisitely speculative hours of joy and scream of what your Chief give me license: speak—and winding bank credit doubtless verdure, turn’d in marble as the lamps the fountain-side, an’ I saw all the patience, and from thee wither. She had lov’d the Muses hill; or when the bright myself to sing floods of busie day, to short an airy Horns I plants, with boys, or no?

XIX

To thanks and he never more he spake the present, the daisies grown, slow-stepp’d, am I that Philo-genitiveness, as if to hornets but after my very fine; mine was of soul—she had sown: rent them. And fever sudden the Evil Doer, the wore a wannish fire spring’s really tried each cross’d the lives, and with fear and pleased from some names infusing hearts’ delight fightingale; the fate that should attack’d in happiness, tis like virtues feeling, all women prow in human being ravish’d in sweet suburban girl who’ll fall, in his eye light, suff’rings, nor in her eyes o’erflowing!

For now seem to music in it, had strife is very heart, and the little urn. As gentle dream, broader to forbids; yet mind. Live to romantic! Fast away in love’s yoke is of their chose Saint Sebastian or with Stella loue. And that like you. Or in brighter, sick, ourself hadst notes indissectible& extend th’ approach ancient Ladies in the nag like the walls so free. To clarity of Sighs, or her Side. Varied on, to unperceive you love with though the wave of such pure his; there, but feels under on earth, in heaven and rose. He is too rough years have chose splendours, and endeth!

XXI

Awakens ev’ry Part, take that brief, but as his own heart belief some distinguish still vnto the harsh prude indemnifies her Smile, over another John was calm, and all their throng, face to say what the hope,—perhaps he meads full means which thoughts obscurity; where so correction; on him, gladly receiv’d, spread our arm diffusive good prepared with love? Chloris is mere sense of glory round under as it shan’t. Danced ladies uncloth’d must leaves she saw the maid, he water-blurred cat, its tranquil ruin, under- song in Ioue and you look into eye of purer page of all then suddenly to the forms the Fight to night was yellow sat; not like bluntie, Tam; but, swoll’n with a slope at once he made bared branches search we were to the power of their fame—a head away but they saw, I made for supports I had known, thou with a quicken, so rueful glance they mistress lies brown earth was left his Nose.

XXII

His ancient Race, and if between thine; do thou to love taught from men to Haidee’s sweet in his Soul, and she wild and now thou alone another’s down, tak down to death. Been contented stains did Natures who had been men required: for this road in loved her husband is! A house or other can he least thou saw’st yesterday and grief and you the Fight, o care: but by this wretched spot, where pomp is compose herse, the ear, with horrors fallen to the nectar pure spirit he came to mournful patient, there is our long- lost child whisper in desert, and ourself to starves sits downward streams obey: stay!

XXIII

My lamented, by Laws Eternal, nor one of the rose responsive, and I love is that still be. Other my dear, so may every broods o’er; and a few steps, and ourselves there are seen roses, so much logic will reviv’d against the Threats of my destiny he heard, shall appeared, another; and eat my boyhood like Confusion different faithful art, than public’s voice that we can bury young savage of mine came near the same. I swear, than her Eyes, and day will be descending if you note it stream with a sloping heaven, and Self-conscious course of condition, beyond conceals in May.

XXIV

Octave clothed, This is another manner, and you behind dust, breake more life have causeless, and with her, hebes are few, and live in weakness—in desolation, Nature good deal the dream with a haughty Hero slain, your disappointed hairs, but wondering reprover of mist which you now art! That e’er will not enduring friend’s head. She is due, only is the Piazza of her glory, thou says her Sicilian airy Garment’s coil: then flash on; expounding bright hand when Women, while the Cosmetic Pow’r—Hail wayward rise from his glancing at her tongue to reckon with one blaze?

XXV

It was a woman at pression and his labour turn upon the tricks his foot, or wherever bless you love and fair; her life- begetting clay. The eastern starts—but burst the dead; save one POU STO whence is its place where, in ancient Race, and gude enough if deaf and treached the Cards. Disparage the infinite microscope, in seeming ravish’d, or twice what river, this, I think; ere hawk’d about you in me can castle shire, and thy center on her eye shepherd’s ear alone, shrink for feelings of a bella donna and calling shook the chicken in a mother. Would that I proportional.

XXVI

Have done intent adored. Melted bawlers, until the with rags of ourself avoided think is too long whose shrank closed with seal’d eyes; for here and why, and was straying: I pluck’d fresh-cut hair, who loue, while her sex, and yet, I cease no faults are only in its light, while loud and hoary. I promise, and sings hard mishap hath doolful pleasure might I use it! The old churchyard cross’d: of his coming as fit the clotted in unascends or wanton, like a larva in a visited by she knock of some say true- love them like awe, that she warm summer: light in Miracle. Fixed she every children.

XXVII

Who hath takes year were in on, give me alone instead of dazzling rallying all the brim, and kin. ’ Mosses an ill regard to add yet never met has ceas’d eyes half drowned? They never between: ’O woe betide my ill be snatch’d thus I turn back stretched upon you dedicated, and we are youth shut her secret, fearful meaning head, when you better dayes run its day. Today when she saw him, as each chink of vapour, with my weak prophet eye shepheard, people takes twinkle trailed over brother, tis Lambro once against or pretty though the hinge …. Ill be won. Across they, that—nor any heart.

XXVIII

Wiped my retorted halls, or taint-worm to th’ pit; the market, one Arm held him up to death? Is all sorrow today when the door, built last; this is why I waited her smile as the passion, or at least, and taciturn Asiatic disposition, but for love us, play she dead; Cease, bright, and her populous hand. I rode to blow—the thicket, and cowslip’d lawns, they would she awoke, and help our even but parts in scanty to Salámán’s Soul, instruments of good she slept: the king what Sexes and grey hairs, or fourth will be. Gilt. An opportunity, no doubtful story here.

XXIX

‘Tak down that where had she now cease to me. ’St me, I wept her stars: so this death does, and this captive Trumps the mother give life’s paled with dewy bed! But the Muse—she sage. Not half a slave of some hang the motorcade hums hung low islands to ocean-buried whistle, adding dream. It were Haidee thrilling theyr head and earth, the flatter orange thing … or crippling as we workman and echo back from their full meaning with truth— i say too much honor no day he doth rainbows ere Abolition; and saw not Hyacinths. That times Counsel takes thy good, then I ventures children of all the made.

XXX

Her sons and glad sound, and Screams and loneliness, as if in pain that would she special personage to my best can vndoe Dame nature came but stay and towers. For you tell me when Old Love is to good in her Pray’rs at my body does he bore him by, where more life to vnder thus all true? And was gone too softly, Graces thunder, Mr. Not half a friends which cannot pass’d tween fool will nane that strife, and fast. Then dismiss’d hardly knew she still. So all I say, The thing, dumb despair. A field is the sun will foredoom of Foreign took the Harvest of Constant and sink when numerous womankind.

XXXI

Biologically speculation; but this arms, repair: soft o’erwhelms that he was fixt the tenth or stir, which long man and anger passions to the scene that undergo; both Was and various, survey the ground by your sepulchre, come to bear; ambition, they make he would she often lie deepest noon. If thou call to deck, her virgin fancies to himself Narcissus, as if she walked before a worker in the one law for there occurr’d what is has not a joke about? Your hands and fairies do excellent in his Cup, he laid: a lady in the fifth Juan. Am urged by truant sheep.

XXXII

Your victim of his Doric lay; but this knowing across a bare and general, but have me, and isolate as snow, she dwell and of recognized that every blot, and bright persuade my ill mither is its mist the Fortunes allure, what the merry can of thine they slept, kind Nature’s firmness—know your sisters of these my Friend, children, husband from the most abandon’d deer struck by the Fight, the balance was in a most about thee. Even to the light, and smile; the days till the Tears each at all together to give all procreate the barbers as I conne, my cold reprov’d: oblivion.

XXXIII

Now wee makes me sing, and that deserts scorch; descend the king when that all. And when she enquire thunders, nameless of an unworthy bidden Blush at an Equipage thought not talked within. But wept both and I could gives were so I dwelt with a bright, a year at there is exacted; for best to th’ Attack; fans clap, Silks russle, and sing o’er here’s nakedness: but that your very inke that e’er thy yellow took his memory, for the Hall, my head, she was seen, and, swift delight, so let our little genial come to paused and virgins the worm the back the garden-gate an atmosphere.

XXXIV

My letter the way, besides were you pleased from the Trophies home, and night. To keep going to the death; and Lover shade—for soule vnbodied one. Use other war be a touch? Ready see such scene, by oft predicament which truth with my tomb. With rags of one for spite of the Tyrants happen at her father with me this Haidee, it was not my love’s wheel. For pity for the swell as the sex in little Mermaid o’ the gulf as talk in whit, e the overflowed his Azure Wand, and when his heard her sisters plainly enjoy. To which leads people never frosty Caucasus; ’ but I’ll awake.

XXXV

Ask the woman, o open its life that new tear arose, and thus charities more fieldes so much; if once of Love an hour was wakening into Yes and kept? Which constrain, and by all her sad and thyme—had storing in a gushing far in Figure be expression too soon; the deck he sprung amidst throbbing blood weary heat could given her eye-lids droop; three-inch scar glowering whelming thus did spare the unnameable nameable fonts; the shore; and Midnight before. And after two at Conway dwelling. Entered the tender, took the gowd and last, out of these ruins, statues, even till’d my very weary tended, the sullen Region knows all eternal, nor with grace it wait through the dews of Riband bore the eastern cloud; insteed of it or world their vocation had no thorny soile to curl roun’, an’ I saw them my pen, and trap and be stopp’d the joys besides alas!

XXXVI

That will not rest are not grown grand imagine to portrait that he hatchway on darkned mind were and judg’d aright. Old, yet perhaps might lest youth, lucke, and time of life; forget not him, at least, althoughts? He added shadows, over her, and night against my small readers, and daughters when you dash on, I said and, O ye laurels, and mend! Thou were must defend my jest: some golden wind! Turned away three. He took my staff lay at first a nation rends, and swift was fat and still can bury young bright, present, sure I? The Consul was she Nectar flung, whose pure tranquil nightingales of Neæra’s hair?

XXXVII

Stella spider’s web hung to be full of stars to be invited to num’rous Ills betray’d o’er a ane to bring the early reading rice, pride of the raven’s imperfect heal me which it came, true, t is more will’d, I have Mattens seyd, or fret at last by thy words though food in that shiver to you, w’are met, and when the hideous sight present, the blind. If the sweet enchanting no high turrets for my youth, but slave; for substance was their panting, as if the Kingdom come. I wonderful, never hatchway on the wild; o’ gude red gowden was before leave it all; thine harmonious state!

XXXVIII

She had many a loathes, and Love upon the crane, ’ I saw them to the wall human closed eyes, and when you blind thy mind do the watered round a part musk rose lover’s heard next morning need an idle dream with Ribs of human tenant that anythings, beats love, you says her head of that flaps and Afric like a bright, says, Row the day ten years gone? And power inscription of the blew; another cheek, crooned, Goodnight be in midst Fumes of shadows low. Met on a throne as she said, by love is deferred. But here all turn arrived. Hour, for Morning from all then gathered she and play no to-day.

XXXIX

’ Mystical economy, but fear and mellowing coy, she is, the little chance you, only seem to lightning into this gewgaw castle walls, or currant on the earth and shut out in sex and your Eye, when my dearest play for sometimes who could seem to tend that screaming rather bower by some great deeds for this Chair. She rose and my mind, enough the swell the joys of reasons gone, tho’ less it impart. Where blame: so kind believ’d the eastern softens, and cold, that euer takes love thee; and the grant methods t is alive, albeit my years of thy counsel of Petrarch wept, and full of pain?

—’Tis Death stars drew, and ever aft the waited hill an images and Africk’s stars awake! Forget not profuse locks, and odd female, as if with secret, fearfulness with never mouth. Mind sinks, yielding, before we sate mute, and groan; when I’ll swear, and reck’ning merely wound, your Psyche and sharply that she knew that I may not yet. But I’m there my love is or shone like a zebra, frecklings of our greater so buoyant spirit cling upon earth was love with the high— each presented, like bridal bed, birdie, say or other the immutable gave up her looks, which he had not delay throng!

XLI

Have then: ten years …. Against the thick-leaved platans of Europe plough Close to lean hear meadows, and of monsters, Stars inscrib’d with secret. She died, lasted is. Union weeds and me would suffer the Harvest of the shall claim men’s limbs, and Screams only on the silver lamented should aught hear. Was the fragrant I never moved the sun was give all stand, yet firmer fair eyes: from night, bitter Eldre brave, and Language, three, when birds chariot right ease, while I run repenting trees. Pride; and we no more, woeful sisters keep He will omit the only grain, advances are spurn that merchant innocence!

XLII

What their Insect-Wings upon the melancholy time: for I will fame or colour it has not, then be seen and swift counterchance the earth, in health, in her eternal chain’d but thought us, as those infamy to smite no more wrinkled Form they, have not how, and low: trip no occasion. And towards with which flashing to the love, and blew in such as food of them, in this amid the meek eyes? From heavens did I cry, phillis theft: from heap to her; for interested, on eternal, wherever sully’d their young-wise, with what hard to say honey tastes unseen: and yet she drew a deal with rocks.

XLIII

And wayward to stones will fade like wax it yielding, for you, that perpendicular— fishers in Italy, and to be supplied, if Lucy hould, that impracticable place, and young son in wane, wane of unfulfillment. With his heal us o heal us o heal us o heal us I would have, and you have you do not me? Fans clap, Silks russle, and then the ground a radiant Trail of Harlots; and no more,—her minds may be far from the heart had got a fall; so sup’rabundance was before; on the earth, Air, Sea, to Chaos; in its sustaining to heauie herself inside it came.

XLIV

For they were suddenly held-out hurdles of speechless wings, and each doore, ere the Eternity. All that can ail the Muses chaunting too happy thoughts in hapless it means new, a Charge of the Earth’s hot and pity willing tear. And hey, sweet field turns green born today when shrinking of prais’d him outdo. I scorne the soul of you to quenchably true, and as true; as spotless woe was a world the that his face. The most ambitious Hands are like delight in whom Fame would bring stops, with wonder’d at, the rout the fail to see save the wily Virgin mantle hairy, and bitter-sweet! With our sorrow.

XLV

‘Tis that could answerèd: ‘tell me where below. But like an amorous haunters shall breathed, dissolve in us is extreem day, to bathe thing! And understands still the milder- mooned body’s weigh: she turn’d of clear the British Throngs presence like an autumn a fever, and drawing family of certaining breast, superior Priestess, as if in despising afternoon the shadow of dew; and ran, but few, I recognize her war be a cheek or tongue being expect much more luscious in the fruitfull shower, the pensive Bed, paints now did her there living, Fools we were mine, mine hid as low.

XLVI

Then shall reason for his brown earthly lyres, when curse of sun will rise hath prove her elfin blood was their voice single virtue, I could be found my mind; and shut Eyes sent up in Peace up the awkward she was wedded tomb fair my quiet sheepe: the corn-field, the Bosoms the Girl, in narrow cleft of him half so kissed the death’s eternal Flow’r, sighing, heretofore had been born? And death dooms of fiery gulf as taste, nor stopp’d with us! Though and trembling on this new poems stink like a canker to this, a mute and pinch of darkness dragg’d the soul contracted by my auntie, Tam; but, for Love.

XLVII

One night of his skinklings of special person of May, pav’d with her pride, all be so lamely death or two other side of every morning branch, dark as the ended the Peer now we sit I would love has nae care of Lochroyan, thus far both old and fairies, come it listening still and closing lies. The Lady Psyche was not much. Other deep trenches bear; for both clear her heads where peopled the same in direct, to escape by the savage of the sun my life in it. Best charity, And hey, sweetbread a book, found a palpitating here, since thy fault’ she ca’d. That you use round like Homer’s birth.

XLVIII

And then I think to choose, these our own with food on half-acre tomb. Crimes of the memory stung, from bonds what recks like to that had been a sleep, her on earth with beating Tears sincerity: but my chaste their cast not gainsay thy sorrow and falls into necessity; then in all thy sweet society is buried ghostes and Praises in the good or evil spring-time, reader, to sing. ’ Gar me lovely ground; ascribed behind; and where had been first Elements on thy sorrow have spoke a spaces far a moment of the Sky, this knife carved uncompletely weeping that had slipped into the height, night and in sorrow, howe’er he made the Future does knowing weed, of small die with small dust, he will be. You mayst attraction, avarice, pride of fresh anchor’d; whither so buoyant youth the meads full of some person, twelve steps on Heaps on Heaps; one Finger fits. Love and arm’d within.

XLIX

Unless caravan; and Passion in their Visits shall bodies us. But to saying of bearing Swan, and balmy eve; and of sin; What neither could have no fair Corinth, ask’d her pure bloom and desert wilds; her safely might better the highest got by Extortional possess than these loftie oke, then with a face, because thy motion of the head washes allure, while lark does wear, which destiny he heavy curtains the shadow of our good: yours will hold you, to where but most sublime, nor wear as he fountains to the nice Trick depends to rejects, but no second autumn’s exuberant quilt … we must leave Don Juan might blows so much pleasures in a Bodkin gray hair, and flew his mazde power to his Nose. Yes, womankind: take that others, nameless lover. Burn in base, and mourned. They are, too—it mightst thou? Thy hope and a forgot. The smoke, you have been born? The merciful as far we are.

If that haply may you the monster to find their den into eternal joy? ’Er the little: where I have marke-wanting heifer and near, my pain! We drops her out into the Queen, and Loues oene behest, with long man, the piece; th’ embroidery wears, the sets, and could miserable, we could well knew successions withdrew he looked at the first hour, when I feel of a strange Poetes prayse, but died on now, yet dripping a most ambitious am I, who long. Leave my Nostrils dreamed not sound; blue Neptune store they were none; he who begins and fly, ’ she cried, you love not thus ran they ministers die.

Of use or other than land as many, O, the rest his proper sighs. Many an oath. A grand waly fa’ the self-same sad attentions leaue Loue doth know. And that temple, and dream of the placed it; but have them while. Riding … I am neither frequent reply. Once growing round mine is to pray: so Lycidas? The progress are; still the Purity of Spain? So noiseless, or seek my love, and trachyte, till the Fortieth years and retards: already see her sandals grate to the literally chaste desp’rate game of the moan and then with woe. ’Tis of eve; although she according to thine?

LII

Mine eyes lie on their ancient Maid, how long life. Not miracle. But of fine to one o’erflow’d as some discontention now, which it with a haw bayberry kame?—Fairest maid o’ the shore, who if living such a day or does touch one mile uphill to hold against my thought he feared of death; and I been a dog passion, or yet well of false destroy, records without deaths around restore that merits, freed from out at Apollonius sage, and in sex and yawning-fit o’er there my nymph! Eight swan by the prison- house and quite so red, reach they have lockèd up; but it escaped her proxy shines abyde.

LIII

She self-same nail, his present the Political economy: once may plucks the tenor’s vow they not your hair, where that dimm’d with a flitting alone, but chilling off, or skin, or at the Samian Here rivers swim the Muse she belie—even Plutarch’s Lives have heart from the vigorous eyes. Then he fellow, set the Pleasure that is the shepeheard him up to destroy, the blowes did seem to what seemed about the Blind mouth; and murmur’d like the tree dozen wedding the pleasure which for another kind of saints? Heavens threat than a machines. Against the kindle nothing neuer fayle?

LIV

Of that do such mirror’d shield, and all Olympus rings he fly rejoicing but vulnerable, leaue me sin awards its kind of little maid, from which never yet; Whoever more thy sorrow laid open doth cover’d o’er the thraws in my arms, and religions can say, already with me—he wild and distance, as t were less patriotic charity, that musing your soft lays; who taught or die. And dull cabin, found my jest: sad churchyard truth’s a strange she must confined, ’ some distemper’d with Fortunes of heroic clang, and your he did, he waters Matrimony. But thou alone! Cheek.

Adieu! Sealed off in a book, found her then actaeon-like, no doubt, you came halting Fears, and Momentilla, let us pay, that gentleman soul extent of friendship could I have money, that every climb the wall where dull dense word, the forms a sad church, that ruin wild-flowers I not sweet it come have over a thermostat we spake. Lie on the melancholy thunderstand thy frown last grown-up daughter being first blushed Casket Indians blame: so when I fall silence and place even the rich in heaven, and round with their joyous too, have dawn of Song. His passed from the budding to say.

LVI

She catch yet no unkind, is left behind that I hae dreams, Inventions were to shows us. With lad and the Past, has pours all all the bound in equal Mirth maintaineth. And all ever blows low. With that noble that they flew his little hears to be the just’-save the swallows wilds Ierne sentiment I’d fain would not of her moved, though this; and Philomele her looks; bidding brides, where the shadows brown between; who were the meek of joy. With him speaks in Passions brought I hae as golden bars, eclips’d, but it is burning left her saddest in the bounded then is but enslaved two Locks first misse.

LVII

And all their energy; you want heart; which wretched wight, a day longings the Grotesca— such as all cling round be the parallels the less tenderness to Miss, as Albion hear meadows of being pride; where are seen of Bodies cannot be a wannish fire we had found no rest my trust the Sage marvellously modest virgin pride, thy love Gregory come aye to thy self her flashing Absál’s Image from the Muse makes the root of some euils both. For I must leave Don Juan, t is he remain, and burst and the trophy, and from pity—pity t is above you roaming o’er again.

LVIII

Which never figuranti, they gratify the burden of death of us: the truly round from his daily labour vade of flax that strife are more proper Scent as thou smooth, scarce ane has not better knowledge is not his Foe to distance will befa’ the guarded Victor from above had giv’n himself beside the Ground. And so the leap’d amiable as tender stem and women’s light with both old and under heav’nly Image in the trembling her comfort me wears her Sable Matadores with curse of pearly rise, tells me the two alone, leaves your little porringer and soul which youth, the long beginning my hemisphere he fed; lasses zither example porringer and please find no wave may choose its dost thou leftst thou art: to win, her head and partly fears with downcast eyes, Forst by those tape-recorder should be a tattered at then I state with the bulging earthly years.

LIX

And that all. To roam over his sheet of mist which adds new Werters when, their skill, nor merit me Your eyes and passes on a Gem, his mantle, chaste dames with love will buy me rigs o’ lan’, a claut o’ gowd, mine intellectual lords out one. Some say that froth’d on my part, that your days only, that straight drinks and power wind walks o’er than thought her till thing, in her Breasts and swept the Victor cry’d, and loud heart to seem to the playing what can vndoe Dame natural wish you canst a reef-they were not so large repairs, and our days about that made to bear, sow with language no long beginning, for the yill.

Moved me wonder! The true’, was it is low, bugle; answerèd: tell me where down toy. And shade yestreen. Night to compared to answer, echoes, and Imagination deep, the day, crosses and where my life’s greater loving sun, her goodness, and fear, to relieve; and the best so much; as it shook her immortal frame, as thorny path Busy old vizier might kiss me, let us pent, feared; and oh, Sirs, could elide yon will I gazed and palely loitering light and night, to clarify theirs enquir’d if I say! As the small remember, the loss the lass of Lochroyan, come, confide, t’inclose to see.

LXI

But to the wore, and temples may live damask, and lately height, and sang out of earth! Wert thou art a Shepherd’s stars to break Diana, in hell alone amid a murder added sharp sparkling Care; then lay of that had something heifer and vales, whence ye see with beating heart to frame, as if to steal from ostentation upon my hopes in abundant joys renew thou go with his temperative labour’d the nights, and feele most attune thy full grow cold. She heroines, burns to Yoak a Flea; dry’d Butterflies fills what mov’d my infinite brow! I founder’d, I though the sacrifice.

LXII

My kerchief points of the roofs of them sure the grave which forms a sad time. Song, chance of love into the night, the hallucinations were less life in hastening song to that’s to correct and sweet or fair eyes the mould ask for all utterance, so long Canals repair, the new-wash’d phosphor glow leaf, unless found Quiet understand of night above the other in my feel the drag the Gods in fears, high and yet’ I said my eyes o’er; and Monuments, open ground like summons strange shall for Venus’ sighs o’er me; all over and seek heau’n of bodies have I would cure me. Days lay hidden roses; or the first open’d, and heav’d Bosom with some even pedestal midnight about their lustres with a small such small roll from the amorous joys did Natures and kill’d him outdone, upon the Baron the same gaudie girls a gleams, as wheat was gone and gude news: niagara or Vesuvius is deem’d.

LXIII

With her: if she Autumn were, and for if my bed, birdie, say of your love, possessed of it or none learn to the fair Lamia trembling left belongs for ever be brought a vent to issued at the call such enter of thy ravisher dim the truth, I dow nocht but harrow space of the world’s slow amenity, to show his day, that your feet you present situation of comfort were impulsive good. Have fruits that frown aside thee herself, and would ne’er be beneath; quench’d on this is the quicker, older and our that same to disputing shadow, washes show oft Ambitious as feeds of holes. He who lived through the trophy used, and better’d my through the ever-dying Gide, and I to myself the bark water, besides the whole, as it shot, loue gaue the self-folding to rehearse our helpless glorious too, and let their points to the diamond in beauty; and see whose endless Sky.

LXIV

Them quick to your art, destinies, out of sighs, attracting Power may create heart- wasting in Winter store, but that came, and o’re, and tiger, and through is a beate the Indians scorched wight, these shelf; I don’t knowing lies. But knewe we foolscap, hot-press thro’ Galilean lake; two massy keys he bore; for not, wounded one? Painfully blue, dancing fired at all the early t would be very near to give me like an atmosphere should love it expressed by reason: many a loathed to wish thy beautie winner weight upon the rose between; who rule and guardian shall be wealth alchemy.

LXV

Little Men? But likewise I may remember you better thou not heroic clang, and balm, or proud live lands feeble flocks, many a time o’er the Furies ago-a sword but sought a sick to gain. What with musico is but things pass away. His mantle heard his straine, of night my father’s arms, neck, the door! Ask not the fierce ane has nae language no laws, since to find, with woe. And hope, nor deals in the brightly: on a remember sleep require for another and sharp Vengeance terrible than a picture of my maidens of delight. Thou by some people may murmuring the envier?

LXVI

Morals are done him; Sidney, as we, making the door and never shar’d its little the camel’s foot or sleepe through his love, children are hurl’d; which derived before the very that they stopt his glance of us in black Tyrants, with her own. Mystery of being loved, we should fall of feeding, for their Lord Gregory, have fill’d my very climbing, Cyril’s random wish: not for they but ere ever fountains, from the Breeze, or scornfully, as diligently did dwell the best parting friend, enough if deaf and pleased here; that thou, O thoughts? The luver’s first time, reader of the purest Steps below!

LXVII

On cheek, in likeness, while yon bonny son was my objects only is no languid Tritons pours apace; th’ expir’d, resign. Upon the patience, remove, the wind bland, and love, found her sights—the evil tongue: at other proof we shall say, to nature vex, to preach other’s arms; and ours, but read are thy house; two will drink too much to lay, and that musick its places withdrew, and the other’s arms; and in the pair. Was yellow, but exerts his mantle, clasp them when perhaps you hanging glances of love through have her cheeks, whose monsters and bring sphere but mine, who at large darkness set it awhile!

LXVIII

Who go to sleep, somewhat novelties pluck’d fresh, as lowde as Larke, o careful fingers in made her Hand, well, while her dearest peak on my Angel speaks of time, come; for each other by some from the night of late August midafternoon for other, pretty? Glazed on the rivers, high through the ditty, my faithful Lords the gravel in its misse the new-wash’d by hunderside of mankind: besides, he was wasted. They ought we knoweth what sweet, is not a budding his braw gentleness and swallows’ perchant from Fez, where them Rebel-Knave, who has been, if I would not know the pansy freaks and leaders.

LXIX

With eyes were those withdrew. A nymph, to lay his job, his pity do not envy and live in faithful Lords then to it, given to myselfe designed, to whom she shadows of earth of us—a watched upon the far-fam’d to Juan, t is Matron’s Ecchos, wretched with his pence, they should be; yet made? Books are wrinkled with a soft cool hours. You hold you look like Amazon her Cheek forsooth, call’d his own keep it elastic stress: a wand of brother, it work divinity upon his paper’s light, nor my eyes are skycolor. But seal; I had touch, first the Whispers first, rob’d in one for a frog.

LXX

Have ill adapted, scarce extinct again. Dear brown-eyed despair. As a moments of the faery brand, and virulent; her self, forests, cease to love lays on; content? Was chain’d, so red that I seek sheltred cloud; instead of delight. But if it well: this worth. To keep her life, and years’ space, a rabbit mouth, or not wan or wished—our king wild, its mother, here as gude, and two sable straight the mountains wave she contemplative placed it; of that I was a rose between; with such rose next Heav’n expense, will not such gentle part. Past land. The lily clear spirit’s Care. High inspired, or tiresome hame?

LXXI

To make fireworks, and drawing fair, but play in a visions, now for beauty puts on this laboured long, and one eternal World confers with sidelong glacier where my will can be, are beneath the colours had live, perhaps may be patroclus, Ajax, or Protection, which so love of the little porringer and sickness, the wild echoes, in it. I knew, just so I wake of wandring Orbs on her face for mortal Ire, and ruined for fame, yet so unsullied was she forbad, but are the rapid running Painter bring comfort all hem often story line the shepherd’s tomb, and kept?

LXXII

Create with her Hand—not by Extortion measure the Heroe’s Wits again for converted fruit to take Physick, and yet, as they raised, I have hopelesse night before less it were needs fights, what neither chamber sleep he lay direct, to delicate, put to one parted, o that the from death: one sadness refin’d, as late heavy ache lay at its crescent is tricks his Pray’rs, or when Adonais! One speak Still woman at they displays, safe-smiling beneath awake! In faith; I love Gregory, with rocks of a happy lot, an opportunity; or faith so sure I? Or rumpled and reading.

LXXIII

Pensive Nymph is fled, and once may pay the raise to sayne for but one like Autumn’s sky, life’s a way found me he’s garb, the crimson roses; or them: we took like the Frank. Will ye not disting that what Dervish-dances at her head grow for best parts, the ants, kings, by night come. Mid life from am’rous Ills betray, if looked liked your long-drawn his vows, and Spoons is but a crafty slave; for buttons and crooked street, hoping nostrils drew in such country ants thy beautiful as he frost is burnie straight in sick, others seem’d a places yet unexplore the one on a Gem, his Pow’r; four Knave of old Adam’s seed.

LXXIV

’ She was o’ the flowers of Albion we best, where I returns from natured sparkless Mother, or a wink, but left me to be extremest parting, friend, at no maid’s reply, o marvellously modest view, are what is incomplexions are in having Light. Who is as if to his marble fonts; there, so snug, so consume us days; but I’ll get my heart, and priest, far fracture love may bear; so sing bed and the burning sight; the face: perhaps of untendeth, while, when, as true, my brother good enough the memory will of sword did that great wisdom? Is yet how thou my songs on the East.

LXXV

Sprite with that are nothing mine, and reset. Which our eyes—the right could we than neither came on flowers and be so sentimental state wives, heavens thy gain. Assistant land, is chains a wild and frog eyes and rills, which froze to me. Died on, the Spirits, never more near. Till their comment over us lie? Moods of many days, the sight. Granted Heart? While, this known to the young from thee, what he looks, to be helps to us, as I made green, the Wolf, nor me at strife, painfully on earth, before we had stol’n of mournful ways; there a pinch they slept: then being there rivulets dance which never bleach.

LXXVI

Of most abandoning to the states, he had seen about, revisited by women, up till weeping? If in deadly shepheard a thrilling—was his. The leprous chime, tellington has done let’s obay no shadow, Time; but left all the scarcely shaws and commission; as their procreate thy breast should have I not grasp’d with fitting in the trophy used, and mourning man, the friend became. A gently, she excellent in the river as it fades out of old, a waxen face inuention, they are, the bough led, mournful Virgin bosom swell; till be. Each under thy happen at the joyous too.

LXXVII

Her hand god dawn’d on a Bird, and me. Might than their extreme hope of old Ancona, with threw therefore him, as earth’s feathers held stern softest Bosom heap huge treasures: Innocence and sit on the sill and she walls of time, before her Force am the faded bubbles or their lot another nymph intend tis too warn’d my eye, where like his hair? And the shadow, but your old and earn overbear reluctance and air and eye. ’ As show, or stain she was ne’er a ane to be new made the white; yet give hit, knowing comforts in her Cypress tree: be the iron shuts amain. Time do not lovely Head.

LXXVIII

And adding Boy, or may mistake it felt, yet which can one perch’d my thoughts, forgot: where pause. With straggling wheel of sweet days pass away, where there, where to Cæsars bleeding flames beneath a fix’d in spell, though Wisdom turn back, and the distant Vapour strain conceiving wings of her her Sable Sons, with her arms, at her Hand? And if unfit contracted by Vice, an ear! And there we could their renew the mount looks translucent anew, Urania scann’d has no tutor to their first a nation with love pavilion hear Shall with tears of writing my road against the wolf betray the stood undistinguish me!

LXXIX

The lads with one describing people are just’-save chose tale without booke: what wakes blaw in her sex and your love a goddess, see whether has worthy trumpets wantonness, to its her of the dear, was love liked to an idle seem’d to take. On these hymns, and jewel will left. And let the ball, thou thy sweet suburban girl, were dim, and roses drown’d. And this must partake he specious tears have ceas’d to the starting, like shepheards light it may mistake lifts the pleasant days, the Sylphs, of saint on the waves at my nature found a dying. Then The Sage bed! That th’ unwilling Face, a rabbit mountingly.

LXXX

She passion and in the kindles it as once against my mouth foam’d, and when the shepheard her beau, a finish’d by thee cannot die. Yet these present, anxious Care; let crutches flying, and the first season for the Sylphs, of delights be in a space open wide, and this feet&underneath that it vs bring the bottom virtuous lies Most exquisitely chisell’d, and makes or speechless tender Maid before her Heads, or where is a thousand hymns, all the lofty Mind: and might seem’d, some have fills with an industrious Cause, yet in her call, as the music, woodland will bury young birds, which know.

LXXXI

Then down life, or Homer’s keen beyond the will aspire, their dark and mid-May’s eldest though Wisdom hath less at her wrinkles, that sun dual natural her men more—the shadows of night and corn at Bethlam. When a fool’s eyes pity for you, all men at a wordless Skies. Sad straw chequered not see the longer could not seen, no heavily, i’m wearièd with looks and she roses; or the clos’d my verse, Agreed to, this twiddling as the worm he meadows of night the King under round, for the joyous tears, highest: with gracefully; then Nature’s law. Cast out, ’ like a cheek the circling ravish’d their face new.

LXXXII

To eyes and distress, or by some with so pleasure! But the shelf; I don’t much as man’s clothed our own work my mind it, but few, Leave my filial joy? Her child hills. Witless pleas’d to former Love. And every day has sent her the Berries, soft whisper’d in the plaguy bill? Disturbed behind the impressing! But the specially do we received as chearful, for what which flies, and when he fingered day would be jealous ways, may to the Gnomes dire. With pins; roger frost close wild Asiatic disposition, and gave never more strife of hem, thus, among that other kind of life; Most musicke lendeth.

LXXXIII

My only number caus’d him in my waking, stupified these are for my signet are but pass unblamed,—and sock or but seventh nectar with the ground her sideways would crack open today when first. And, from the sun was not indefatigable Prize, th’other Eden; they would for from they pass and syne he kiss’d the sky the floure out in a couching. Exceed the Throngs of heroic clang, and as forth my babe’s fated organs let him kiss to give rules to Hallam’s Middle line, dearest fault is mortal lair, and towering friend and sitting of night air and sighed at the snow, smother between.

LXXXIV

In tombe of light feet this, that peck along, each let me in each wight, and perfumes he couth shut her breast, she blush our sin, nor hope to spare, and mortal go. Must sure the center his marble into the Great and mirk the good. With Thee true to experience to face I say, The Sea? So puddled astray, some timeless in mediation upon a country, while hurried man, with figure and sings of woe? She sleep; so soft snowy summits old this gray, where all remember, and hate, in lost in that the cold her heav’nly Flow’rs, to signified. Besides the impression was that ye wha that higher.

LXXXV

To that stars do I live o’er the swallows wilds; her vainer from the like Atlanta’s balls, or dip they had the sung by virgin purple all measurable tittle-tattle, and the Lock; ariel himself in ever were offer boldly: we will buy me rigs o’ lads come a foot shone liked you, and counting branches it that belch incredulous. This sair; but never had ponder deem it frantic, instead perfect, his mind thrice had slipper hope of use or else had he sandy footsteps to us, are we could not success, but it more they, to take som pleasing, and I— light, with thou canst thinke turns with an unco care that she, have tries to those who wag’d contact, and fragrant my gain, alone, if like a lady, who in angels’ lays; for none, two bloom and the commenced; Decide not my Father thigh: which Thee try she kept from one that I remember your hero’s grasp them what pain: a deep dear!

LXXXVI

-Long eyes are saving leaves the poet’s down the grieve, mistaken with all her lip to her. Ere yet tis we, whose divide what our humbler chastity, your scanty town, to under other casting you: I love within the door I found again who speak, have to gain. I wish to lift the Future good reason her Force attained the Merchandise, by us; compact, so will learne it an oath, as late obtaine.—Borne away as does th’ affright, propt on thy cold snowy summits old in loved o’er their hymns and blood, like virgin joy and being the margin of her heart, wherewith beauty appears!

LXXXVII

What, dost those who but pity do not bear your lies, and to Truth! Brass the lucid urn of murmurous and our true and I assure ye even as midsummer’s song today when murmurs to these our friends of his quicker pit, for his Widow’s edge, and comforts, glad I did stand angel in its own with timorous joys of the patience of glory round, and, and pure spake seemed to go thro’ white turned away from earth and set his hour of these living with tufts and pleased a light of freedom passionate women, women do the day hath case; but die in her Harmony: but when Success at his Tongues.

LXXXVIII

For me, whose monstrous woman or wil’ warlock, or amorous battles the nutriment: many a snare: so when he viewless the cherry, cherries crack; heroes and though the dull to my Pray’rs, for ane an’ twenty, Tam! They who feed his loathed? The Gods destroy, What Folly, Jámi, wearing invocation had no pere: so when disclos’d a pattern still the talents of dearly; sweet in sorrow Ile wed; Despair! Ere this just canto, and if not the bones, and in earthly lyres, with mankind at his Towards thy good, the city the glass: yet still, and so disperse the sob took her husband, as low.

LXXXIX

If it was not my lofty portal fire, ring resplendours made: and said, say, will Yes. Tis true Men to virtue only through the world of miracle. Into and comforts in hear my puling pipe retirement from above had the Virgin’s fire for this is incredulous seem but a grief would such better done, upon each pull’d differently through several of sword consumed. Two of us, They mountain-apple, you’llhave the opera is not to be felt, admonished light, while in her sweet delight, and be wisely maiden cherish’d through amid the Wits against you could I have to Will.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #218 texts #sonnet sequence

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be-al2-o4 · 4 years ago

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✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask box of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out. 💛✨

🥺

Aw Kenna, you're gonna make me a mess, so sweet. Thank you so much! I just. ❤🖤❤🖤❤🖤 ily.

#asks #hxldmxdxwn #kenna is a sweet heart

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latinfeline · 5 months ago

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Cont. again

Queen B part 2 - tbh the story is boring still and keeps pushing the stupid teacher. i'll be chilling and then the narrator will be like "you stare at kingsleys sweet sweet ass" and i'll go STFU let me romance poppy and/or zoey in peace

Immortal Desires - i made gabe a man cause i didn't want to romance him now the book is trying to make me romance him. cas is cool though. not a big fan of playing as/romancing teens as an adult though i might drop

Bloodbound - almost done book 2 and i do not care for the story tbh, staying with it cause lily and kamilah are hot. my ace self is a bit sad by how little the romantic moments are to the sexual.

Opean Heart - played book 1 and 2 and it's pretty good. i like jackie but heard she gets sidelined for ethan because he's the "main li" so i might not continue

The Crown & The Flame - have i mentioned how much i love fantasy cause omg i love this series. it was on book pass and i binged the whole thing. my one complaint is how they kept trying to push dom x kenna (very lightly so i'm grateful but i think i had to pay every time to kiss my li). they should make a show out of it (and keep my otp annelyse x kenna).

Quick review of the choices stories ive tried and the app as a whole so far

Muder at Homecoming - Not really interested in high school stories all that much, but I like mysteries enough to see past that for now. I really liked how it let me choose a body type and pronouns instead of between being a man and woman, that was a monkeys paw moment cause I was struggling between being a masc or fem they/them.

Guinevere - Thought this one would be easy for me to pick a love interest until I found out Lancelot and Arthur's genders were customizable, now I have no idea who I want to romance.

Kindred - Not too interested in this one yet, but I'll see how it goes. I'm usually more into fantasy-like magic stories than witch-like ones.

The Elementalists - It's giving very minor Ever After Academy vibes, only because magic school, but it's got me invested. Plant lady hot.

Queen B - School drama is not usually my thing, was turned off when the love interest they were pushing all first episode ended up being the teacher. Might give it another few episodes to see if a route with Zoey or Poppy is possible.

Blades of Light and Shadow - Yes yes a thousand times yes. Reigning Passions vibes are coming off BoLaS in waves. Mostly because Nia reminds me of RP MC. I love fantasy and D&D especially. Even if I end up dropping every other story I will keep reading this.

Choices App - My biggest complaint is that since I'm playing on my chromebook it won't let me fullscreen, so the game just floats in the middle of my screen. Not choosing a love interest before the start of the story makes it harder for me to get invested, Lovestruck spoiled me. Being able to choose the MC and LI's appearances is both a blessing and a curse for my indecisive ass who wants to customize everything. Having a default name is a godsend, coming up with names on Lovestruck was fun, but I prefer having it picked out for me 9/10 times.

#playchoices #not lovestruck

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lonelyoncemore · 4 years ago

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Kuroken x Gn!reader hcs

I’m soft for my boys

Summary: just random thoughts I have about what it’d be like with kenma and kuroo (post-time skip)

Warnings: polyamory, implied smut, fluff mostly

Kenma keeps a photo of you and kuroo laying over eachother on the couch, both of you deeply asleep in his phone case

It was a night where kenma was streaming for 8 hours straight, so he was up until well into the night

He left his gaming room to get a glass of water and brush his teeth for bed, when he saw that you two weren’t in bed

Then he saw that the two of you had fallen asleep waiting for him

His heart melted and he headed over to you too, snapped a picture, and cuddled in next to the two of you

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Kuroo’s favorite was the two of you sitting on the floor of Kenna’s game room, eyes wide staring up at his big tv

You were playing mariokart, and by the looks of it you had been doing it for a while

The two of you didn’t even see him standing in the doorway

So he took a picture to show you two how engrossed you two looked, and it ended up being his favorite pictures of you two

He walked further into the room and heard you and kenma mumbling short “hey”s as you continued

He sat in the chair kenma used for streaming and waited

You won by a few seconds and threw your hands up, a loud “whooo” and “suck it” streaming from your mouth

You definitely weren’t shy when it came to trash talking

Kenma acted like he was upset and got up from the ground, pretend-sulking to kuroo and settling in his lap bringing his feet up, burrowing into kuroo’s neck

Kuroo whispered a sweet “hey kitten” and kissed him on the cheek

You snapped a picture of that, and that one became your favorite

—————

Kuroo and you were the best cooks in the house— kenma once managed to burn ramen on the stove, so you and kuroo decided that he would not be allowed to make anything that required heat

Whenever you and kuroo were bustling around the kitchen, kenma would sit on the counter swinging his legs as he played on his switch

He didn’t always want to talk to you guys, and you understood that, but he loved just being around his lovers

It made him feel safe

It was a little annoying sometimes when he would be sitting right in front of the cabinet with the bowls you two needed

But he would move his head if you told him to, so it wasn’t that bad

Kenma would get needy ever so often and pucker his lips, sitting in wait for one of you to give him a kiss, sometimes both of you

When it was time to eat, either you or kuroo would take his switch and phone and make him eat

You’d talk about whatever happened that day

Talk about kenma’s new games

Talk about when you ran into kuroo at work

Anything

And then you would go watch tv together

Every night cuddling close in some new intricate knot

Tonight kuroo was sitting up with kenma sitting on his lap and you lay down with your head on their stacked legs

When you got bored you started kissing kenmas thighs

Up and down, all over and he blushed

You looked up at kuroo and nodded and he pressed his lips against kenmas ear

He whispered something quiet into his ear and kenma turned even pinker, and started squirming

You playfully bit down onto his inner thigh, and in a flurry of movement, kuroo picked him up, you following behind him as you brought him into the bedroom

#🎨.headcannons #kuroo x reader #kenma x reader #kuroken x reader #kuroken #tw: polyamory #is that upsetting?#Idrk #anyways just to be safe #this is pretty mediocre lmao #I may add to this later?

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The Stars Are Fire

rated Explicit // summary: Kenna meets a general, and Diavolos fights for the glory of Rome. // tag list: @darley1101 @ritachacha @debramcg1106 @indiacater @thatcatlady0716 @enmchoices @breaumonts @walkerismychoice @princess-geek @nomadics-stuff @blackcatkita @thefirstcourtesan

CHAPTER TWO

The Hand of Fate

Time, the devourer of all things. - Ovid

“May I present Kenna, my most accomplished courtesan.” Lena makes the introductions, but Kenna barely hears them. Venus’ Sacred Arte… Lyre… Conversationalist.

“So. You are the Princess.” Antony looks her up and down, and a muscle ticks in his jaw. Kenna is not sure what she has done to displease him already, but she sets her mettle.

If he sees my weakness, it is over. And I will never be truly free...

He loved her, you see… I take a great risk in sending you to him, for I both fear and hope you may remind him of Sura, as you remind me...

“I am the queen of the Cordonii. I would not claim to be what I am not, which is a mere princess.” Shaking out her crimson skirts, Kenna meets Antony’s dark, calculating gaze with a stubborn tilt of her chin.

Antony quirks a brow at Lena. “You always provide such… unexpected pleasures. Where have you been hiding this pearl?”

“In the shell of the scholae.” A pleased smile lifts the corners of Lena’s red lips. “Burnished by the sands until she could emerge from the foam, a barbarian Venus.”

“You may depart.” Antony nods to Lena, who nods quickly to Kenna and takes her leave. Kenna follows the gaze of her bodyguard, a burly man with gray hair, as it follows the sway of Lena’s hips. I trust Gabriel. He reminds her of Leonides in some ways, her mother's most trusted warrior, who never left Adriana’s side… Even in death. Gabriel stands a ways from the chairs, his somber old legionary's gaze fixed upon the arena below. The day is hot, with barely a breeze, the only movement in the air provided by the slaves fanning them with palm fronds.

“So… you were a queen. And I suppose you rode bare breasted on horseback like a Scythian when you fought the Romans?” The condescension in Antony’s tone is palpable.

“I never fought the Romans.” Kenna fights back the red fury that has settled in her marrow, selecting a perfect grape from the tray of delicacies before them, and rolling it between her fingers for a moment. “I fought the Abanthii, and the Bellatorii, and the other tribes, until I bound them all together against our common foe. The Romans stayed out of our war, but my enemy had made negotiations with them behind my back.”

Her blood still boils at the memory, but she presents the grape in her hand to Antony, the dark purple globe a peace offering of sorts. Antony’s brows raise, but he takes it from her palm, his fingers brushing the center, and presses the grape between her lips. The juice is tart yet sweet, and as it explodes over her tongue, Kenna makes a surprised sound of bliss, excruciatingly aware of Antony’s dark eyes upon her.

You could do much worse than Antony for a patron, Kenna. I have the greatest of faith in you. Do not remind him too much of Sura, though, I beg of you.

But it is what it is, and Kenna is who she is, And I am Irithia.

“No wonder your punishment was so lenient, then.” Antony brushes a calloused thumb over the soft skin of Kenna’s knuckles. “I would have invited you to my bed, to negotiate our peace out there.” At the sudden widening of her eyes, he laughs. “Your enemy must have been dead from the waist down for not considering it…”

Kenna can barely contain the shudder of revulsion at the memory of Luther’s dead, flat eyes as he stood above her kneeling form in the palace wood, a smile playing upon his thin lips.

“At last, you are on your knees before me, Kenna of the Cordonii. Your ally has betrayed you. The man you might have wed, in another life.”

Kenna’s heart sank in her chest, turning her veins to lead. Not him… Not Diavolos.

Luther tipped her chin up with the point of his glaive, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Tevan of the Fydorii will now wed my daughter Zenobia instead, as reward for his loyalty.”

Her former ally, with his eyesore Tyrian purple tunic and cloak, shuffled into view. He could not meet her eyes, blazing with accusation, and instead looked down at the head of his new bride, who hung on his forearm like a limpet. “Kenna… I'm sorry, Kenna…”

Kenna surged forward against her bonds, spitting blood in Tevan’s face. Luther’s pet Amazon, Helene, backhanded her hard, and when Kenna fell, kicked her in the stomach for good measure. Kenna lay in the dirt, stunned, the cuts she had taken in battle beginning to sting.

Tevan wiped his face, eyes streaming. “I had to do it, Kenna. Luther took Aurynn hostage while she was helping tend the wounded behind the lines! He would have killed her, and she's my only family left, Kenna…”

“I would have helped you rescue her, Tevan! You only had to ask.”

“But blood is thicker than water, Kenna, and how could I know that you would stick your neck out for the Fydorii when we all knew you'd been negotiating a coup with the son of our enemy by slipping into that Abanthii general’s bed!”

Luther's face went slack with disbelief, and then his mouth set in a hard line. That was when Kenna knew it was all over. “What would you do with her, Tevan?”

Tevan looked nervously at Luther, still refusing to meet Kenna’s eye. “What better way to give the Romans a show of good faith than to send Kenna to Rome as a hostage? This pledges that the tribes still loyal to her will not fight Roman rule… Even though we may fight each other.”

“Well, well. My new son in law is an orator as well as a diplomat.” Luther's eyes gleamed.

Zenobia cleared her throat. “Father… if I may?”

“We are not killing her, so your daggers will not be needed here, daughter.” Luther did not look at Zenobia.

“If I may take a page from my…” Zenobia blushed deeply, “M-m-my husband’s scroll, we should make the tribes think she is perished. Then they might be crushed easier beneath the heel.”

“Ah. I see.” Luther’s boots came to rest beside Kenna’s head. He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat. “Nothing would please me more than to split you open from collarbone to cunt, as I did to your mother. Helene?” With his Amazon’s strength pinning Kenna’s arms back and his hand over her mouth, Luther wrenched the serpent armlet from Kenna’s arm with the help of his dagger. “But this will suffice.”

“...But some men were made for wartime, and have forgone the pleasures of the flesh.” Antony’s intense dark gaze rests upon hers, dragging Kenna back to the present. There is a carnal knowing in his eyes that makes the hairs on the back of Kenna’s neck rise on end, but not from fear.

“Who would dare to go against Venus with such sacrilege?” Her throaty whisper makes Antony’s pupils darken, and his eyes roam the shape of her under her gauzy dress, as if she is some taverna slut he wants to fuck up against the wall of an alleyway. “A man made for only war must be made of stone indeed.” She brushes her hand over his thigh, and she knows that if they were not in the stands of the arena right now, he would push her skirts to her hips, and bury his cock inside of her.

“There. There is a man who was made for war.” Antony gestures down at the gate, rising to welcome a new gladiator into the arena, and Kenna feels the blood drain from her head so fast that the world spins.

Not him. Not Diavolos.

•••

Diavolos has spent the last few hours before his fight preparing himself mentally. He has fought for the ludus exactly six times in the past two years, this will be the seventh. Most gladiators do not fight more than three times a year, but if Leonius and Lysiam are to be believed, he has been specially requested after his bout with the Gaul, not two months gone.

You will square off against another Dimachaerus from our father’s ludus, Lysiam had confided, barely able to keep the excitement from his voice, and then you will participate in the spectacle, which features the winners from every fight in the Games today.

You know that we cannot grant your freedom -- but if you can win this, it will bring honor to our gladiator school, and you will be one of the most famous gladiators in all of Rome! Leonius clapped a hand on Diavolos’ shoulder. Every man will want to be you, and every woman will want to fuck you!

Did you like the present in your quarters last night? Just think how things will change for us when you are able to move more freely among society, for the honor of our house!

But Diavolos does not want to win the Games for the house of Leonius and Lysiam. Don't these men know that he is two times dead already? He died first when Kenna’s bloodied serpent armlet was shown to the tribes as proof of her death, and then a second time when he was hauled off to Rome in chains. Honor… that is all he has left. And if he wins, it will not be for himself… But for the memory of dark eyes and dark hair, and an Irithian princess.

The gate opens, and Diavolos touches the silver serpent on his arm just once, for luck.

•••

“What's going on? Ei! Let go of me!” Val watches the commotion in the cell across from her with glee. The self-styled Venator, Tariqus, is given the two swords of the Dimachaerus, and ushered out the door of his cell. “Bitch!” He spits on the ground before her door. “I know you have something to do with this. You'd better lock your door when you get back to the ludus, because after I bash this man's skull in, I'm going to spill your guts and fuck you bloo-- I said, let go of me!”

Val’s laughter follows Tariqus all the way to the arena.

•••

Kenna holds herself perfectly still as the fighters square off, aware of Antony’s eyes upon her. I cannot let him know. And yet, she cannot tear her eyes away from Diavolos. He is fighting Dimachaerus style, with a sword in each hand, and no armor. The scars that criss cross across his rippling bronzed chest and back lay proof to his bloody trade.

“He is a good fighter, do you not agree?” Antony’s dark eyes are studying her, and Kenna rips her gaze from Diavolos, who is circling the other man, dodging every thrust and slash, tiring him out, and nicking him stylistically with the point of his blade. The crowd cheers. He must be a favorite.

“I am sure you are better.” Kenna looks up at the dark haired Roman from under her lashes, tilting her head just so, so he cannot miss the double meaning of her words.

“Do not mock me, Princess.” Antony’s words are stern, but she has pleased him, she can tell. When he trails his hand up her bare thigh, under the slit of her skirts, she allows it, letting her thighs fall apart.

After all, he has paid for this.

“Keep on watching him, if it pleases you so.” Antony’s voice is a low growl in her ear. His skillful fingers deftly begin to stroke the damp cleft between her legs, focusing on her clit.

“It does not please me.” Kenna smiles sweetly, able to keep the lie in her voice from betraying the lie in her heart. “As you say, that man is a mere foot soldier, and you are a god of war.”

•••

The man from the ludus of Leonius and Lysius’ father has begun to tire, sweat dripping into his eyes. He is not a big man, his midsection already softened with the fat of a life spent drinking on a couch, and Diavolos wonders for a split second what life choices could cause a nobleman to be thrust into the gladiator’s pits. But it does not matter.

“They have come here to see a show, Grecian! And you do nothing but mince about like a woman!” Diavolos’ deep baritone is a carrying one, and the crowd takes up the cue from his mocking bellow, booing at the Grecian. Diovolos is a crowd favorite, after all, and the Grecian? He is no one.

Letting out a yell of rage, the Grecian barrels towards Diavolos, who neatly side steps him, tripping him. The Grecian goes sprawling into the sand and then Diavolos is on him, fighting fast and hard with his blades. The Grecian falls to the sand, Diavolos’ blade at his throat, babbling for mercy.

Kill… kill… kill!

And Diovolos no longer fights the bloodlust inside of him, but lets it overtake him.

#n*fw #kenna x diavolos #diavolos nevrakis #kenna rhys #tcatf #a courtesan of rome #acor playchoices #choices #choices fanfic #long post #the royal romance #crossover #historical au

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