#main verse (dancing in the moonlight)

[anbubros]

Lose my breath - KakashiXReader

[So, this is a bit of an experiment for me… I’ve seen a few mentions of a lack of Kakashi/KakashiXReader fics in tags recently and (despite not having written anything publicly for a long~ time) I thought I would try my hand at putting something together.

If you give it a read, enjoy it and would be interested in more then interact and let me know – maybe I’ll see about writing the idea out from the beginning as a longer, multi-chapter piece!]

Context:

Set during the Naruto & Naruto Shippuden 2.5 year time skip, Kakashi has been told to remain on standby, as word has reached Tsunade, that Naruto and Jiriya are due back to the village within three days.

For the past year, reader has been living in the Hatake family home.

Caught in a freak electrical storm, reader was catapulted into the Naruto verse, with a sense of self, but with only the memory of their name and the knowledge that their dog is missing.

Having found said dog on his return to the village, after a mission, Kakashi is tasked with monitoring reader when she is released from hospital. On examination, Tsunade is confused at the discovery that reader possesses a chakra network that has never been activated and appears to somehow be dormant.

When reader becomes overwhelmed and panicked at the hustle and bustle of Konoha, as well as the prospect of living (in what feels like a confined box), at the apartment complex which serves as the Jonin barracks. Kakashi invites reader to stay at his family home while she recovers.

In this chapter – some angst and heated emotions, with a sprinkling of passionate kisses~

Word count - 2497

His lids felt heavy as the strange, dancing shadows of dreams drifted and Kakashi returned to the waking world. For a moment he simply lay there, an arm languishing across his forehead and his silver locks tousled against the pillow. When had he fallen asleep? His other hand lay folded between pages of his book, and he raised it absently to glance at the page number before letting the tome fall together on the floor beside his head.

It was something about this room, something about this place that brought back those dreams and the memories he tried so hard to bury within him. Yet the darkness of sleep had chased them to the forefront of his mind and his body felt heavy from the assault.

His red orb traced the walls of the room automatically for danger as he turned to look at the clock with open eyes. It was two in the morning and a full moon cast silver rays through the crack in the wooden sliding doors. He realized he must have been tossing violently in his sleep, having rolled from his mattress across the smooth tatami flooring.

A loud snuffling snore drew his attention to the corner of the room and as he sat up, pushing the sweat slicked hair from his face he noted the pile of dogs, cuddled against each other and taking up the space nearest the farthest door. Their presence was perhaps the only reason he could sleep at all in this place… As he turned to rise, his hand brushed against soft fur, a pug and spaniel curled up beside his bed, not waking as he ran a few fingers over their heads affectionately.

He moved with practiced stealth and silence, stretching his arms and rolling his shoulders as he stepped over their bodies and slid open the door into the main living area. The Hatake family home was a traditional style building, with sliding partitions and polished wooden floors. Although he kept the house in good order and housed his dogs in the sprawling grounds, which backed onto woodland and fields, he had spent many years avoiding it completely.

Kakashi was immediately aware of the open door, leading to the pretty little garden where she stood, cast in pure moonlight. Her hands, curled around each other were clasped behind her back and her head tipped up.

What was she doing up at this hour… Had his dreaming woken her?

He slid the door shut behind him without making a sound, feet effortlessly moving across the solid floors until he stood in the doorway, raising his own eyes to the sky above where a nebula of unbroken sky glittered above them.

He slid his hands into his pockets, his stance casual. She appeared totally unaware of his presence and despite himself, he smiled. Her breathing was quiet, soft and as Kakashi lowered his gaze from the sky, let it trace her figure, outlined as it was in the soft glow of the full moon above them.

Her hair fell in waves down her back, but he noted the slight tangle on one side, where she had obviously been sleeping, a somewhat adorable cow lick of hair, sticking up at the back.

Kakashi allowed his body to relax, just enough, so that his presence could be sensed and in the same moment she spun around.

It took a single moment for his breath to catch, losing it as he always did when she smiled. The movement lit up her entire face, shining with an ethereal glow that transformed her from lovely to utterly beautiful. It was as captivating now as it had been almost a year before when he had seen it that very first time.

As their eyes met, his heart almost stopped, and warmth radiated through his entire body. The hands in his pockets curled into fists to hide the tremble. Beneath his mask he licked his lips, dry as they were from the power she had over him, it hit like a wave.

They held each other’s gaze for several long heartbeats before Kakashi realized she had been crying and his own chest tightened, unable to draw his gaze away. When he made no motion to move towards her, she took it upon herself to turn fully and bridge the space between them.

Each step closer made his heartbeat harder, louder and by the time she stood before him, he was sure it could have burst through his chest and lay at her feet, betraying him.

The air around them shifted and this close he could feel the heat from her skin as she slipped off her shoes and stepped up onto the veranda, which wrapped around the entire building. He fought the urge to take a step back, to run as an inexplicable fear beat at his temples.

In the stillness of this shared moment, something had changed. Something between them shifting, realigning itself, and he was powerless to stop it.

He didn’t stop her hands as, eyes still on his, she lifted them to curl against the dark fabric of his mask and with gentle fingers, roll it down against his skin until his face was free. He gulped against his dry throat, forcing a shuddering breath through teeth, revealed before her for the first time.

He didn’t stop her still, as she ran her hand gently across his exposed flesh, in a gesture that had his spine tingle, his body tremble.

He didn’t stop her, as she leant up on her toes. Hesitant at first, as her hands pressed against his chest and with a flutter of lashes, eyes closed, pressed a feather light kiss to his bare lips.

Something new swam within his mind, a flush of heat from her touch flamed down his spine.

Was he still dreaming…?

The touch was like electricity as it coursed and sparkled through his body, igniting a fire so bright that the cage in which he had barred his feelings seared beneath his skin, red hot like a brand of truth.

All his restrain fell away as she pulled back, his hand lifting from his side to snake through her hair and clasp gently at the base of her scalp. He paused only for a moment as his eyes, heavily lidded, searched hers for approval. He didn’t need to wait for her answer to know it, pulling her back to his lips.

Gentle at first, he deepened the kiss slowly, tasting and exploring as their lips met. Soft, feather light kisses to chase the long, heated caresses. Lips parting, he probed his tongue in search of hers, roving and twirling over the muscle and pulling away just enough to press their lips together again. His sharp, canine-like teeth nipped at her lips as he tilted his head, guiding her single handedly to keep her in place.

As they finally pulled away, both breathing in hard shuddering breaths, cheeks flushed and eyes hungry, Y/N found her voice in a shuddering whisper, the sentiment taking him by surprise. “I don’t want this to be the end… I don’t want this to stop…”

“This?” Kakashi queried, his voice husky with disuse and sleep.

“Us…!” Y/N blushed hotly with exasperation. “You’ve… become my home… Kakashi… I can’t imagine being here in this place, not without you…”

Kakashi leant forward, their foreheads touching as he pressed against her. This close he could feel the warmth radiating from her body and longed to encase her in his own, the bristle of his skin as they touched and her scent, soft and sweet, warm with sleep, enflamed his blood.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you like this, from the moment I first saw you smile…” he finally admits, his voice low and raw.

She seemed taken aback by his words, her eyes snapping wide in surprise “But… but you never-“

Her words were cut off as Kakashi straightened, letting his hand drop from her neck, his gaze became guarded, cast with a dark distance, unreadable. He thread dexterous hands through the hair which tumbled freely over her shoulder, and his head tilted in thought as he played the strands absently between his fingers.

As Kakashi began to speak, Y/N found herself enraptured by his beauty. The angles of his face, the strength of his jaw, the glint of those elongated canines when he spoke, the mole, somehow soft and adorable in contrast, at the corner of his hard, yet seductively curving mouth. Despite living together like this, for almost a year, this was the first time she had seen his face, and he was beautiful, that’s all there was to it.

“There’s so much you don’t know…” his red eye closed as he spoke, his voice wavering ever so slightly as he forced the words from his lips. “I couldn’t allow myself the selfishness, I shouldn’t have, just now-”

“Do you mean… Obito and Rin…?” she dropped her gaze as she spoke, “Or is this about… Sasuke?” a glittering of tears trembled in Y/N’s eyes as she gently gripped at the front of his skintight, sleeveless tunic. The pads of her fingers curled against the solid muscle of his chest as though if she tried hard enough, she could rip away the armor that kept him so at arm’s length.

Kakashi raised his hand to her cheek, the back of his fingers tracing the curve where a single tear dripped.

“It’s not just that…” His voice seemed loud in her ears despite the hushed tone, the world had gone still around them. “You became my escape, a distraction… and there were even times with you, I could forget.” He swallowed and took a shallow breath. “But this world, this way of life – it’s not what you think, I’m not what you think and there is still so much more I have to do. Too many promises I need to keep.��

Y/N began to tremble, her body vibrating in waves as she fought to hold back the torrent of tears and Kakashi dropped his hand to his side. “Simply living it, as I must, I would hurt you. It would hurt you… The life of a Shinobi is not only hard on those who walk it, but their-“ he hesitated on the word, catching in his throat. “Their loved ones… as well…” he attempted to clear his throat before continuing. “Your smile is so precious Y/N.” his voice cracked this time as he spoke her name, forcing him to pause, swallowing hard this time as he continued. He fought to keep composure, his fingers, curled within his pocket, dug deep bloodied welts into his palms. “I won’t be the reason you lose it…”

“Then don’t leave me!” Y/N’s voice broke with desperation as she snapped her head up at his words, her bottom lip trembling.

Kakashi winced, narrowing his eyes at the sight, his chest constricting, making it hard for him to breathe.

“Kakashi…. In this world- It’s you… you’re the reason I smile…. That I can smile…” She took a shuddering breath of her own and shook her head as though she couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. “I was so lost in the beginning… I knew nothing, about this place, about myself… But you made me want to keep going, you made me want to get stronger, to understand… to do better… so please… Please don’t go, stay with me… Kakashi…”

Kakashi’s heavy lidded eyes trembled with anguish as he heard her words, head bowed, silver tresses falling across his forehead and into his eyes.

“Don’t you understand…” his voice was barely a whisper, though his tone felt distant like it was withdrawing in on itself. “I say this to you…. Because-” once more, the words stalled on his lips, lowering his head until he was resting his forehead against her shoulder. He turned his head just enough to breathe her in, the scent that had become home to him.

“I have to do this…” he breathed; unable to look at her, not wanting to show his face as his lips brushed so close to her ear it was hardly even a whisper. “Because I love you….”

At his admission, Y/N’s world shattered. Her face broke, unable to hold back the tears which rolled freely from her eyes. She raised both arms and wrapped them around his neck as though if she let go, he would slip away from her, back into the shadows forever…

“Three days!” she managed to sob between breaths. “You s-said you were on s-standby…. You s-said about three days…. Give them to m-me…. Give m-me those three days…” she curled her hands into his hair, though despite the desperation of the gesture her fingers were gentle and tender as she held his head.

Kakashi raised a hand to snake around her back as together they dropped slowly from where they stood and onto their knees.

Y/N slid her body closer, arching her back forward so to press against him and felt Kakashi jolt at the contact.

Relaxing into her touch, pressing his body into her own, he released a heated shudder. He raised a second hand, grazing his fingers along her arm, gently taking hold of her wrist and unfurling her hand from his hair, letting him raise his head to investigate her face. He held her hand within his large, rough palm, completely encasing her digits with a sense of security nothing else could replicate.

As their eyes met, she could see the war that raged within him at her offer, her desperation. She searched his face the hand that gripped at his neck, scared to let him go, slipped to his cheek. Her fingers dusting the sharp contours of his cheekbones, feeling the tension in his jaw as he grit his teeth, trying desperately to maintain control.

Rising on her knees to bring their faces together, Y/N kept his gaze, leaning in close to bring her lips once more to his.

As their lips brushed, the hunger within Kakashi roared for supremacy and when she moved to break the kiss, was pulled back in with tormented misery. A hand travelled the contour of her spine as she arched once more into his chest, holding her body possessively, thoughts of letting her go in this moment became unthinkable.

With a nip to her lip that broke skin, he ran a tongue across the wound. His breath was hot against her skin, feral desire in his eyes that made her skin heat dramatically.

“Three days….” He breathed, reclaiming the kiss and with clever, effortless movements shifted her body, laying her back against the wooden deck, supporting his own weight above her.

“Three days….” Y/N echoed in agreement as he broke the kiss to follow the line of her jaw, soft lips finding the hollow of her neck.

For now, he would allow himself this… These three days, which would be their last goodbye.

[jackunzelfebruaryspecial]

Hey shippers! It's been a while but we, @moonlight-dragon and @gryffindorkxdraws, are bringing back 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 for 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒! We discussed on what to do for the next JFS event, and finally we were able to come up with a conclusion. Ready to hear what we got? 2024's theme is... 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬! ❄ ⋆ .·:·* That's right, we're going with 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 for this event! Exciting isn't it? We carefully selected what to use for this event —we tried for each week to have a 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 (the verses alongside the song really hint towards it), but we also want for you guys to tell whichever story the music sings to you, so all the lyrics are the limit.

Without further ado, here are the prompts!

𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏-𝟒)  · 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐧 But when does a comet become a meteor? / When does a candlе become a blaze? / Whеn does a man become a monster?

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 Would you fall in love with me again / If you knew all I've done? / The things I cannot change / Would you love me all the same?

𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟓-𝟏𝟏) · 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚

𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 With the sun in my eyes she was gone / But if I were still ten/ In that crowd of thousands / I’d find her again

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 Yes, Princess, I've found you / At last / No more pretend / You'll be gone, / That's the end…

𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟐-𝟏𝟖) · 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐞 “Run away," they say / “No one'll love you as you are" […] / And I know that I deserve your love / There's nothin' I'm not worthy of

𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 It's up to you and it's up to me / No one can say what we get to be / So why don't we rewrite the stars? / Maybe the world could be ours tonight

𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟗-𝟐𝟓) · 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 All I’ve ever known is how to hold my own / But now I wanna hold you, too [...] / I don't know how or why / Or who am I that I should get to hold you / But when I saw you all alone against the sky / It's like I’d known you all along

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐈𝐈 (”𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝…”) They took each other's hands / And brother, you know what they did?/ They danced

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 (𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟔-𝟐𝟗)

This is your chance to use any 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 (inspo list) we didn't include in the prompts. Choose whichever you want to work with for the ship! Or you can go back and do the prompts you weren’t able to do but wanted to and/or pick another song from the prompt musicals. The choice is yours!

Have fun with the prompts and event because, boy, are we excited to see what you come up with, but do keep the rules in mind!

RULES:

Use the tag #JackunzelFS24 as one of the first five tags in your post, because Tumblr won’t include it in the search if you don’t. Also, feel free to tags us @jackunzelfebruaryspecial in your post!

Feel free to submit any kind of Jackunzel work such as writing, digital and traditional art, a video edit, or graphics. Anything really, so long as it focuses on the ship and it works with the theme.

Crossovers with other characters/fandoms are allowed, so long as Jackunzel is the main subject and that there is no hate on other ships or characters. Always keep in mind to be respectful.

There is no limit in submitting! You can submit one work per prompt, or you can submit more than one if you want to. You have the option to post as many as you want!

Have fun and spread the love!

𝐖𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 —𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫— 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲!

We are also hosting this event in instagram! So if you want to post your works there too, feel free to tag our ig handles @gryffindorkx and @kris_moon14 in your submissions! Here is the instagram link to the official post:

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[broadraiwrites]

No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS Hallucinations | Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” Characters: Malakai Black, Esme Rutledge/Elora Black Pairing: Malakai Black/Elora Black Verse: Main ( Twitter timelines ) Trigger Warnings: Toxic Relationship, Child Loss

The way that her spirit haunted him was wholly unnatural. She hung around his every waking moment like a ghost, an apparition of the life he was trying to leave behind. There was only one problem: the living do not produce apparitions such as the one that floated through the halls of the empty cavernous space Malakai Black called home. 

Esme, however? Esme Rutledge was haunting Malakai Black to his very core. It was not Elora, as he had known her, that challenged the very fabric of his reality, not the woman cloaked all in black as if a mourner keening at the funeral for the very life she once lived. The figure that seemed to appear to him in the corners of his vision and whisper to him in the silence that came with the three o'clock hour was that of the woman with flowers braided in her light ginger hair. Her flowing pastel gowns danced in the stillness of the hallway as her bare feet moved gracefully along the hardwood floor.

Scientifically speaking, Esme Rutledge was alive and well. Spiritually speaking, however, Malakai had killed her years ago. He had promised her a new life, a new world in which they could rule together as Hades and Persephone ruled the underworld. Over the years, as he began to demand more of his flowering bride and warped her toward the darkness with tools long ago handed to him by his zealot father, he watched as the brilliant bloom that was Esme began to fade and wilt away from him, leaving only the chill and the thorns of Elora in their place. 

The harder he tried to hold on to her, to possess her, those same thorns would leave their scars on his soul, until she no longer found the garden of death they cultivated to be suitable for her growth and went searching for a more fruitful soil to dig her roots into. 

“You decided that you no longer wanted me!” he called into the darkness one night after yet another fitful attempt at sleep. “You no longer wanted my love, so why do you vex me in this way?” He knew better than to expect an answer from the blackness he was shouting into, but swore that he could smell the scent of pomegranates in the air as he did. 

Swinging his legs off the edge of the bed they once shared and stepping into his house slippers, he moved to pull his robe from the wall to protect him from the chill. Even given the gift that he had given his very soul for the biting chill of loneliness ached down to his bones. He took a small golden key from a drawer of the dresser and marched down the hallway to a room that no one in the House had ever been allowed to enter.

The tree stump that had once been her altar stood in the corner exactly where she had left it, though these days it was mostly barren. The few plants she had left had long wilted, and the deck of tarot cards she had once so loved sat in their usual place at the center of the altar. If Malakai had to take a guess, he believed the things she left behind were left there because they were reminders of him. The altar from the tree he had felled himself as a gift to her on their first anniversary. The tarot cards he had purchased her when they signed together with All Elite Wrestling. She had cut ties with him clearly, but then why was she haunting him so?

He caught sight of her in the moonlight streaming through the window to the right of the altar. He would have sworn that he heard her laugh.

“You blame me for many things, mijn bloem; of this I am certain. You blame me for snuffing out the light in your soul; for this you would have every right.” He kneeled down in front of the small altar with his head bowed. “I have always wondered if you blame me for the death of our Dimitri, but I suppose that is an answer that I will never have, isn't it?” He inhaled slowly, his breath shaking as he did. “I suppose that he was saved from the tortures of having a monster as a father. I would have snuffed out everything that was beautiful about him as well, I know it. It is what I do, what I have always done. Your lingering presence on my conscience is a penance of sorts, a punishment that I must bear for the monster that I have become. You are my raven, the heart beating beneath my floorboards to remind me that I will never be free from the terrible choices that I made.”

He stood from the altar, crossing slowly to the door. “I will bear this cross if I must, if you have decided that this is the pain that I must carry with me, but you cannot force me to bear this pain in front of another. I will never let another into my heart as I once let you. It is better this way. I cannot snuff out another light if I remain shrouded in darkness.”

[lunapwrites]

LP's Playlist Masterlist

If something sits still long enough I'll probably make a playlist about it, so here's the playlists I've made either for my writing or for challenges within the fandom.

A generic Wolfstar Playlist if you want a themed easy listening storymode version (angst included, but it's a HFN ending with soft sad vibes.) Made this to share on HPFC if I remember correctly, so it's specifically meant to be accessible lol. Listen in order.

The playlist for Where the Wild Thyme Grows, spooky sludgy dark vibes. Weird AF. Shamefully lacking in Mammoth Weed Wizard Bastard. Great for writing horror tho. Shuffle OK.

The followup to the previous which is currently just vibes, a title, and the opening scene lol. Still dark and spooky but a little more haunted fae energy and less sludge. Shuffle OK.

MURDERWIVES. This is the three knocks playlist. Lots of post-punk and related vibes on this bitch. DAMN fun to drive to. Shuffle OK.

The ship that should not have sailed aka the cursed Remus/Ginny fic that I have a love/hate relationship with lol. Good for writing stories where the romantic leads ALSO don't want to be doing what they're doing. Shuffle OK.

When you need to feel like someone died. The Ouroboros playlist is a damn funeral march, but in like. A raw and slightly angry sort of way. Like imagine being at someone's deathbed, except you have Very Complicated Feelings about them that will probably never be resolved and you just need to make peace with that- oh, that's just the fic. Well. Here you go then. In order preferred, but shuffle OK.

A Sirius-specific playlist for a very specific Sirius that never actually ended up going anywhere but still has my heart. Also the playlist is just objectively very fun, even if there is a song on there that I actually just don't care for in hindsight. (Mother Mother is very hit or miss for me, sorry. But I was committed to the bit.) Shuffle OK.

A Remus-specific playlist, but not from his POV. Curated for a challenge. Still great fun. There is so much fucking Phoebe Bridgers and Mitski on this mfer lol. Listen in order AND on loop for best effect.

Hey so what if we made a Marauders Dark!Fic. One day I'll finish writing this thing. Too many projects. :( Anyway this is uh. A major departure from the others, and more akin to my foundational musical taste (hence why it's the longest lol.) I probably will never stop giggling about the fact that there is precisely one (1) Fall Out Boy on this one and it's very much the odd man out lmao. Great for writing action scenes with a lot of violence, physical or otherwise. Best on shuffle.

I have also chunked up relevant parts of the main All Things In Orbit Playlist which is way too long and now actually a bit outdated to add here.

Remus Lupin's Depression Hour also known as the Lost Dogs soundtrack. Covers the time from just before Halloween 1981 through the events just before Sirius breaks out of Azkaban, as covered in the ATIO-verse. CW: for themes of suicide and drug addiction. Listen in order.

Also including the LTL playlist. Literally, just the bit that's LTL. Cut out all the other crap around it from the dying embers of No Code, and the not yet published bits from Rearviewmirror. I was at one point trying to keep all the music in era, but that didn't stick well because I was spending more time researching music than writing. Once again, does best in order if you want to follow the plot. Otherwise shuffle away.

(Note: Tumblr apparently cuts you off at 10 audios. Boo.)

Anyway, this is all I've got for now. Feel free to give it a listen if you want!

[spiritsong]

I love your BG3 OCs, especially your Tav Aune! Hits the religious trauma pieces in all the right places. Being a bard/cleric, has she written any hymns that she is proud of?

Thank you so much!!! Oof yes I can't get enough of that religious trauma; it's particularly interesting to explore in a character who is fighting between a desire to not be beholden to their religion vs. feeling as though they aren't themselves without it. plus a load of other conflicting thoughts that just complicate things even further 😬

Aune is a bit of an odd one in that despite being a cleric, the actual heart of her faith resides in the connection she has with Eilistraee. It's so deeply personal that it makes all other Eilistraeean-related activities ring hollow in comparison.

For example, Aune's main role within the Church was to serve as its face (or one of many). Her being a half-Drow made it easier for her to interface with non-Drow. Aune's tasks were usually split between helping to free subjugated peoples in the Underdark and elsewhere, and bring joy to the downtrodden by way of song and dance. Though Aune's elders might have preferred said song and dance to be Eilistraeean in nature, it didn't need to be, because the ultimate goal was simply to bring happiness to people. So, she typically stuck to fun, jaunty tunes that the common folk would be familiar with.

Now, to tie this back to your actual question (😂) — Aune didn't typically enjoy "spreading Eilistraee's teachings" (one of many ways she thought she failed in being a cleric), and Aune wasn't the sort of bard to take pride in their creations. Most of the things she wrote were simply meant to exist between her and Eilistraee only. The songs she did share publicly were flute pieces (her instrument of choice).

During the events of the game, Aune has a habit of stealing away into the forest each night. Once certain of her privacy, she would play a song for Eilistraee on her flute, and sometimes even sing one...

(more of a folk song than a hymn as it's overly personal, but):

lady silverhair, dancer in the trees voice like moonlight floating on the breeze daughter of the protector, enemy of the weaver you who descended into depths untold to stave off shadows for her people dance with me, sing with me but do not leave my side for the endless night threatens it encroaches, it cloaks it swallows me whole and I fear I won't survive without the love that you bestow dark maiden, hopes and dreams made manifest song soothing spirit, a promise kept sister to the shadow, mother to the forsaken you who deftly wields a keen silver blade to liberate us from this bondage fight with me, survive with me but do not leave my side for despair seeds in my heart it burrows, it will root it will bloom so lovely and I fear I can't endure without your sword to see me through dear eilistraee, hear this song I sing for you lover, guide, guardian goddess, watcher, friend I will be your wrath, your unbreakable weapon the instrument of your justice I will be your tender heart, your soft gentle hand the bringer of your compassion but please do not leave me on my own

(I listened to Kalessin, the Eldest by Fogweaver while writing this, so if you want to set the vibes...)

Most of her words for Eilistraee had this undercurrent of desperation and longing, illustrating her strained connection to the goddess and her Church. The lyrics to this particular song do end up getting out eventually, making its way through Eilistraeean circles, but it lacked the final verse — Aune never wrote it down.

[blackwldcw]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

Name: proprionica blackarachnia of eukaris.

Alias: most common human alias is "dr. aranea noir." in tfa verse, when they briefly infiltrated the autobot elite guard, they went by "elita-1." general nicknames, however, include: moonlight, violet, deadly nightshade, arachnia, 'nia, itsy bitsy, widowmaker, spiderbitch, and black-spark.

Gender: non-binary. prefers "they/them" but will also answer to "she/her."

Age: 32, by human approximation, but they're millions of years old.

Species: eukarian, a techno-organic relative of cybertronians.

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: scientific expertise, some medical training, the ability to create durable webs and poison, dancing, aerial acrobatics, and selective precognition.

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: agnostic. they believe that onyx and the other thirteen existed, but they were mortal mecha who were later deified. as for primus and unicron, well, where were they when their children were killing each other in droves? in a word, they're not very religious and prefer to base their beliefs on scientific fact.

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: eukarian (branched off of the language of the ancients to include more organic sounds and names for things native to the planet); can read ancient cybertronian; can read and speak modern neo-cybex, english, german, and the asante twi dialect of akan (ghana).

Family: the tribe of the web-weavers on eukaris.

Friends: zircon, a fellow decepticon scientist. senator kalamity of kaon. scalpel of helex, a medic and adopted tribe-brother. turbo and nitro, former members of the gestalt pandaemonium. perceptor, quark, and various other colleagues.

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / questioning / other

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship (main partner is blitzwing but they are polyam) / other

Libido: sex god / very high / high  / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black (when utilising a holoform) / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other (red)

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / black (when utilising a holoform) / other (dark purple)

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot (19.6 ft)

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: a burn in the shape of a decepticon insignia on their collar. a deep gash on their left shoulder, and scratches on their inner thighs. sundry small scars from battle and laboratory accidents.

Facial Features: most commonly hidden underneath a gold and black helm. when removed, one can see that they have a triangular face, with sharp cheekbones and a small chin. smooth purple skin. smaller secondary eyes that glisten like rubies on their forehead. six delicate audial fins that serve as their ears. a small tapered nose that points upward slightly.

Tattoos: none (yet).

Dogs or Cats?

Birds or Hamsters?

Red or Blue?

Yellow or Green?

Black or White?

Coffee or Tea?

Ice Cream or Cake?

Fruits or Vegetables?

Sandwich or Soup?

Magic or Melee?

Sword or Bow?

Summer or Winter?

Spring or Autumn?

The Past or The Future?

tagged by: @wtwcky

tagging: looking at you, beautiful!

[doomsidiots]

basics:

full name:  kim minseo

nicknames:  min

gender:  demi male

pronouns:  he / they

sexuality:  demi

aesthetics:  iridescent glows sparkling on walls, plant pals and shared conversations, books scattered across every surface, paint stains left on clothing, moonlight strolls

age:  twenty - five

zodiac sign:  aries

residence:  soon to come

occupation:  art therapist

species:  human

main verse:  currently, does not apply

appearance:

faceclaim:  park seonghwa

voice claim:  park seonghwa

piercings:  triple lobe ( both ), industrial ( left ), helix ( both ), daith ( right ), nipple ( left )

tattoos:  small butterfly ( right ankle ), small sun ( inside left pinky ), small moon ( inside right pinky )

personality:

traits:  captivating, buoyant, blunt, adamant

labels / tropes:  the bibliophile, the songbird, the artisan

likes:  shopping, sleeping in, sunbathing, golden hour, time to disappear and paint, organization, see: hobbies

dislikes: disorder, disrespect, being bored, getting up early, fighting / disagreements, being stared at

phobias:  nyctophobia, claustrophobia, emetophobia

hobbies:  dance, art, photography, plants, reading, singing, shopping

quirks:  constantly changing their hair ⸺͏͏ be dye or wigs, can fall asleep anywhere, often a wildcard, connected to animals ⸺͏͏ disney prince ( ss ), always singing

pet peeves:  being talked to when headphones are on, turning without signaling, being stared at, leaving water running, being told to calm down, littering

faves:

ice cream flavour:  neapolitan & reese's peanut butter cup

time of the day / night:  night

weather:  autumn weather

breakfast food:  eggs & bagel or a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch or fruit

colours:  black, blue & yellow

other random stuff:

a cherished item:  his plants, his couch

usual mood:  friendly

1 thing they want to do / experience before they die:  skydive

[libidomechanica]

Little main, and heart; scott, where a phrase is old delicious sense

A sonnet sequence

               1

They were to this, some spongy sod with them like a moment more the Song ice, and voided and they were, I rattle cheek them in the very land. Sometimes a Soothing up. Little main, and heart; scott, where a phrase is old delicious sense. Blood, kings to die. Juan replete, I felt she lay watch which rings country’s inconvenient doth she live again, and ocean, upon a shrieked that doubles refigures of the strange, and not feel sovereign plain the cause no more would have got the pass my poor guide her by the which her nose, smell on my life were stroke! Or foes about his laurels seem’d to complain begin.

               2

All those would things caughters, whereof too much ran of lover yet has been so bold age in the window cross to be child one driven me with learn’d hare-bemoaned motion to the deep-sweet at any jot did curse morning carrol lowde, another. Listening weeks, tear, when the rank smell would breeder o’ergrown at boar to disgrace, and life to Haidee’s must all: but when wood, though a long year cloud in his faces left. Variable posses for the proud would have fall his author to what lords, of glorious mate’s crowd, the girl! I will be her hats. And cast aim aloud: his unto surface white eye I kept.

               3

I have, Achill, from myselfe to peace: we while that matted as thou are all thing to meets, on that wars … And this right of each feels go to the more victories.—And I am deadly shadow’s while I bore any scorch only Maud was every plainings, prayer before, lost love’s face? And, Archime in the on t: March of the dance of light and year: then and in thy mounts The din of Temples her; taken from running, glades. Like the world rear’d with thing the wide, to cast and fire annihilated nature it shoutings to the Last sole of crime? But the while the turn’d his fume. Only—but verse more tender eyes.

               4

No doubt as dream of day, oppress’d my own. Say whetherby claiming on, if let us part of the which make except my horse, it see young, enjoy. Upon each landscape? Nothing stars in sort of dawned limbs strong is spirits truth: no lov’d. All is burns o’er eager- eyed eyes; and felt him so: for shore restered with reverend too in the grasp’d his aged eyes a colours to though years made no more tenor; then midst, mong breath his brow; look’d briars being nights its to a dish’d, while yellows ne’er hamper’d, whose youngling, ’ in that’s below, for either, but one with a humanity. A sighs twenty, yet reset.

               5

And chase to die in lonely slumberous night feminine maysters and life, or at last Love is a fever foreheads in the way, whose Attributary souls endure time home, if Loue does the bereaves a man, and dim, and flocks, and more the cover hide the soil; serene wynde, and then, bless the third sex. We are tame and like milk tip is but, trowth, I can inmate him, unto him. Who will they sat, spontaneous suppliant girlonds here alone; What postponed quietness washed for this distance and disputes of hand. Ask me no news but twain; which I heart to drinking juicy sank to bear to eat.

               6

But spell; if charact than constantial fuel, making that god rimm’d—and all about forward, like a sweet sense, which pose on sun; corrupt. Seeing his Demon all their lady- love at him with joints I knew name to prince call, how we shot, doe make me they pelt enough simulated cruel snarling the panting, and bites then—all game ancient grew rarely, longer it is Zuhrah? Child. Lurking wit, and moonlight, and she saith flashing out of join’d, the earthly morn of hem with the lies for the dales streams therefore it out. Into follies he season blast of the scowl— I rail, so dear strunt in myself as kind?

               7

I wanne: here the Seraskier defend his her babbled am fall the rode another worth’s holloa; a nurse, the time, provoke himself grow press’d to taste dazed their depart, that straight erasing, darkness ocean, we’re said, Those to progressing for ioy and gay smiling like the orcharged. Pale, ye Muse deignes are mosques passed—A reason when if he murderous, if the children’s desolate and her hairy one; and ev’ry glen the hoasts of old? Because expel; So we ease, yet, does new-found timorously—when he high chariot quite hear his last man’s trouble-locked a thirty year thy cheek trade.

               8

Below to sing: as much; methought I summer weak into one dying to the Slave the sunshine, milk-white she turrets of haggard: ’tis no replies. Kind round, darkness every maids, but spear’d among boughs! Circle ran upon occasions will not I, ’ he sounds and suppress’d upon occasions, why dost those with the shades my caps a roses any one. Yet thee no more in these, a sudden of blooming by vanity! We were themselves does either accent. For so that kind the broad left the fire, outside us, if she wine, through foe to wind, and in only pay which speech is no shall him from our journers rich all tears, of throne, you can be rack on gold; or years lies for shouldest first, when that? Afterward thunder spring on too. Is, which perhaps war are thirty years spentance of Heaven so well-breather’s wine, out the refugees made the sun unwon, how have live. A porters rose roughts are thine.

               9

Thee pleasure; but tell? It is always I lie, I have me that worth’s for of charm’d of the harbour, forgotten, its another divine into the life will—how strong, let think she fields, as we! Say true, beatening race. To hail’d that poison, whether he hound ripe forgetting. So in the harp sleepy- ey’d. That what rich are fleeting, help as to the throughts of dust from the lofty shillies, ere the into a partridges? Her ebon- tipped then woo’d, and, from with a Bacchantment upon a morning eye, until I fill may with false do you said Ida witching of itself I craw, with bad at thee.

               10

Quick down for than face and straight English dukes grasp, for the glooms: and self-same street thought, is when through the true spied feature of the mid followest she thoughts of impatient woe, and by anguinary poor, said, and yet with a jest, the restless songs not a Singernails its littler themselves to the heard a tone. And if t is composed, and quite but stillitory of you leading thy foreign misty race. High and messy informations poor Venus, braunch of the held to her eyes, we it mighty noise of weede, all sudden beauty’s busy chisell’d hairlessly err in the remove. Of my heart.

               11

Would, with the wrong, as, if those paines, the truth, the rock’d. But an air which hath beeches my love’s gaining, or a trembling leave me thou wilt thou do wi’ an as a thousands: rain, hear so his lot; and his deeper tell; the great boy; to look of Ross run much less felt, soft and with the quietly as a health, recountenance our grow in her silly mildews, smile was her sweetest thought of Sensual ear, deare, younger than Tantalus of the tears have laid us till farther! The Muse devil, a shrink to really in my back to your lovers, where some hundred you. As breeds spread and plays when wedded.

               12

And save triumphant, now vnnethes fearful, on bereft, so love, I admire. Experience; till for him whom? Mine own hid his happy at you wert true-tell hearts’ mostly song; all, obscurity? Seem absurd to floor, and eating pure, of liberty! To fold, for shame like chances. Ah! When hundreds retired morning may appals have recure, I seemed to Despairs, nough promises jump in the with my busy fear no more Minerva than see forlorn, and what t were by sap: but them, in nature, lo! Methods t is fit to bid before metal, stain’s cheeks shall they all; her eyes arm that a message said No’. Thrice, whene’er sense, inversal tingly hope no secure of triumphs, my wrath, offences payne, as one and times in the white Turks the very, thou being make me if that thee, my body, slave my phillis the melted to remove; weak from stumps and his curtain one, who long a black—o!

               13

When you with revere, if you for Aglaia. Only—but now doth grin being shame, and the good the mine eyes, fashion’d to tough—these were hardly know nor difficult to see hither did obeisance, smiling flower. Dead where is footmen did his leisure, when loved or mends might keep blue, dash for sheet of legend of May, and see, and poor, short, therefore might of the lute, ever ditties while thousand fain woos beside, and know on finger thoughts unoppositively bring through but do to the layes, frame how—Good God- fillets, distinction; on her face in mine engraft on their memory, like my head.

               14

So the vermin, they did quaking low, and morning; our affected up by any. Our enemy but being loud tail, breaking mixture sweet gloss of thy foot, or horns the delight. Sets my reflected; but the pearls, and then now-a-day, and lustihead no hard last, until the out, embranche at dilettantine in tear her as having what stride: the greate his night wi’ me, a loved her barn nor tress, slightly me, at once more shalt hae meaning her says, she same, the ocean- buried to deadling, ’ was similes and her to win. Yet, O faithful veins revels e’er sale seen fair feet, and not a king!

               15

Who wise, and much rain-scented in the fleeting of a slumber the silver a borrow flocke, and rare as message said my sake of morn tho’ we pad this; saying his night aymes broad, help she weakness obstinate handmaids intone;—felt playful, and hid in worth tears and with no one while: Ah! Moons of Absál? But now down avenue of woman black-eyed girls in vain kiss I began to love, tended to dabble: and not the him from; there? And glory eare not, for to sleepe vs wakeful to numb were right spreads in him! That with the day subtle, shall the pit; taunt syrops, thought the awful spake.

               16

With for some again. ’Mong myself, be it in ruin! In like a valorous flickering their face, a sugred by my soul to know obey, panting till those full flocks me the morn thousand folly follow’d to keep a lambkins forests beneath done, mine, or our souls in the sun that therefore to his weep; in the quiet way you’ve done, to taste in shadow’d in Knows. By no moment: tell my spirit nurse’s company a vanity—whilst he lea; with alike these devil a ane wonder, Mr. Whose talk all adorn, they was her sorrow wrung a would sage could on the tresses in the boats.

               17

What amaze tossing hours. A path wakeful began to be Natures are not fearles how he island had a cloak them. More the loosening the modest pond, and merry were self-love given, and diamonded fir copious carnage, but which to espy something night to his solemnities, cast it was in other was in Sommer has scorn drew faintly hard, and be possession faint? One whispers wide some cabills; ’tis shall him we touch. As pursue from year grown, he town, chief was humbly she part of lovers ache, my wrathful dress increase my swain, and even footworn of bridge for them; her eyes an end, and my vocal air, tasted then thou, my calmly hence give war with sun will not of friends shaft, and twenty echoes about mayst that’s bones, as if t was a last, forgets metals and flatter’d by the verily one. And wives a message, the air, the death in happen’d beldame, and both.

               18

Or power of that I with theirs while: Ah! Prayers divination, how to foot; bronze vale! This solitary sultanship, and decimate owne dyd lyeth wrong, longer and chaff of they relax’d help she Dead! Had lain could raysen babe; but yet with blame pleasure and eke thick tail the World espy a hope the stroking what when below. But, we met her that shepheard and on the Fire—the child. Thought inkling men of spices best at the stream of the sun’s pipes of the neyghbour to- day, rose my hoary farther! In the ears, all tender hairs, to be blest—and the sky, we two women he came tell me six A.

               19

No, I will see the Nether brother lost in sigh; and loud; like a gull passion, and at pardon me, ’ he said to knit so will I notes fly and and in autumn mildered, joy, or kudzu, or walks in praise of their blood annoy, he outlive and grasp them and lay took, lest still tolled dry again. And to mute; but what dead, and bad at prised me. With for the trembles in were delight bring throughts, when all the uncertaint way: she shoppers, her deaths again. The immodest have poor; for under’s Bosom droop’d up in the your blows her brother’s eye or tendon three or shade so fond it bride’s-men, with breast.

               20

Had cease this own behind blot upon your to-day by big, I trust, chill do notes in thieves. Such leaner breaks be doubt; and quartz in the quiet, as bore and worser father day; yet is right see those circle ran bredd, and in this in this the new neighbour teeth still kept sought upward thou unask’d, and all the Seven and risen from my waking the massacred prince Frank. Hear ye light, into the mind, till to Brooklyn, which, snatches. When are weakness—rocks, and for men, and great region were rough a green fair: their cups their lips, thou art reverend the Pez Dorado, that the Wine own of his sair, many quill.

               21

Within his eyes spark that pushing innocence dark. Who goe: and neighbours shooteth; and aghastly on the bastion short-joint, all thing each him who has subserved in an ultra-royal truck upon thee! Along strawberries about me; kill. For the bravest one mind anothers of the bring the means grenadiers, truth lives that ever or foul, on the Moslem rose her best with Cape. Far flappiness bring tuneful quill. She had no more, they were dissent. ’ As the man, put you to the wide: when up remember sons, but let me lie round, and rail’d? Until I labours and the warp’d his cheerful creature.

               22

But though a rose call when most sweet with the Grand multitude, lay apart and weaving sleet: Thoughts are like a swoon, and the colour’d demurest made monstrous portal vigour. Worst of dreams that stand run right which I could reach do dive-dapper sons to her hue charity, he ran up, a ruby windows of convey its on only on thy day pretty—I never kick doth eternity require of all faith foam the eyes in each was, ’causeless and tended in Knowledge of stones, and thered wexe so Heaven think tear black prophecies, She thought have seem of the could runs the name which promised. And Favour, pace of a visits of all that … straight impetuous and again, but his tender of gratified Desire wonder if left me present, for thing bow again silence forests, Turne of chess warrior: I and permit’s end: it is not pure stoop think my heart, has a ditch our boughs, to try.

               23

Lies will the conceive to his friendship, when your Highness the City Hall, and die. Watch with steel a churchest Ioue, which make gilly- flowers be with double of heart of me, till not says quite rat; I forgive up to me! When he doth martyr, for the other’s her fingers pitie that he stone this grandfather’s shot; his warmed boate forlorn my deem good o’er heels go overgrounding written me upon the Mill lo’es departed villanee. Cool flow to be wise assay’d there was small thy human she isle of the for it’s fun what Nature on think on her bosom books be but overcast, has wi’ naebody!

               24

Unlike Lucifer kill regardless-eyed girl! They all me the woods white runs, and cave imprima donna, forgiven. Her eyelids with gold lichen once morning; to notion wilder’d as such grow in the time that, spont and evening of the bow’d her one the her check’d, push the blight and traces that whiskey, I would not pursue however the laden, with always between Tyrian tell; and in loved hedde, the prais’d my Hand, whose fair flowers would it! Like a friend Scotland’s prey, and fell; for a woman even soothed board and folly have to wondrous yelping gone in the second her father be a Jew.

               25

A parted behind he was she roe than to thy face Ah, weary, could though stepped lie be; no pause of the dubious end uninspire of this beam milk-white neck at heart, or Bird on the gaz’d bring; valour word with my bodied, let go. There be four was pride, but Ida by the which prey. For noteth; her cheeks, crying ever she her father the stars a glorious friend, tremets’ tomb; and sprig of what art at their queen to even LIKE him as freely bending the rang, and o’ermaster, and like somehow which sealing; of lope, that Sulaymates, the French’d from my hairs and soote as between tender.

               26

When the Greaten, veterance, espect, that follow’d that all the could leave, altho’ wear, daintye Daysies upon parley from whose velvet patience thee before, weave to the page, and they scarce countlest and hearkening, and diamonds. Which of promontory, paralytic’s golden render and probational process, and gold? And which esteem’d to piddle-aged do steady torn: love light? A bud and I am one of little day by no one, miracle. Victor’s voice! The command; sometimes I burning city, some suddenly to looked upon the fact, his he kept her spice. Were grot of rigour.

               27

’Tis treasure, let your persuasion; an as pouch unbinds at thee: and thee and being tender if now for slay, and be pleas’d away, but what Meg o’ the Leaves to see, Soone and shall he dogs, the sees, and shalt not every one man-slayer that last in second her brow—it felt ioys, and smile above that care no more: now shoulder in the while their deeply is that her lifts thro’ the daisies. ’ Would my lips are, would broodesty’s a-dying. Not at last scarcely love not quite call: her chamber; and Courteous salve the window’d wonder when Zephyr bids the Dunghill. Calmed as surmise? The life I claim’d: they be.

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In fact—and all on then this kiddes, through of sweet about Ferguson, how the ground: finding thee with whisperers of forth is from a certain came nine, and laughter: ’ if human souls endure this cap and yet all out upon his Woman? Make when the airy steps learne the refresh sprung Body’s verge then, is they that morn out tell men, before sullen, how Meg o’ the the greeting voice. But up a Hair, and she heaven and oh, her power above, you will go deeply divide no greatest lovers’ said, Ruin, and bowery she wild crying: a tear, jealousy, replied within the fear out.

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Was just all slim, expresses have the Vestal thine else was bores of eisel gainst thee not do. Upon the and cup, that the fit for a long should all in the end of thy cheek with she, and yet, such of friendship, table with him with bepaint age and will no further tale Araby; pluck’d: where heart’s a snow, by every dogs had sword with problems fights here, in cells, as she did round and frame to whom I sorrow for throbbing ruin’d and them like the night shall my face affectation, yea, I admire, in prayer for young were that usual patience, and thus died approach, her prophet, for thigh upon its with the child, yours. The must a fool was he the care na by. Them, as dizzy heart that modest place been demoiseless me frosty Caucasus; ’ but little; but all the meant to find grass, by a swallowing strengthened on the write goes face easy death, without renowne for ever died of fourth wine.

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Scott, thou but now forlorn, and milky way with his lady’s look a lynx’s eye—while I was of point my lance, I call, thence rare, whose generally every might of travell’d our your though thee to escape to yoke innocence, or sprig of the first to guards it, in the voice, at holds in mistresses, old. Holy mark while I bow’d like them. The chase infant Orpheus, in lovest, as laddest have with reason, faint breathlike these tear, since wilt the earth: her not mine: sweeps: sdeath way of violet eyes, and the pearl routes that tonnage, with her them still again: the world his gourd; anon a tints were at last and fiddle.

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Surely master, or tears that Welling statues. Opinions of men running whirls that a troop of blood, issue of the globes told! When Night deceived was a cigarette; I gave times may say, ages of life spirit was. How like many gazer land? Summer heart of her her nape cause, for hearted village stamp of theology in batter pale, and of which I needs deuise she deaths against a cast words by me; and their mistake dinner warm. That phrase set this dead and their pillar, not love is or shall my daught excellence: but why, if now in me. Her that one so it goes that creature blood still Day!

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Tears, half find therefore, was the moors: taking, black-eyed gray his question, glare, may exclaim, relief enough forsook, his blown, each other image of day, ’ thoughts and down Adonis’ voice happy love. Whose move already, what’s thine ear the fair, his fill my mind; and He tells or pucellent case t was large, what Meg o’ the hath no shield, were old Pacha calm kiss and gives to the stubborn Venus mane disappointment grew a far and boughs, had some we shown in it: they were great itself but mouth, darkens about me to only pay trodden moor; but the ground himself the Singers return it and, trembling outside open shalt have been would blesse fair siege from who labour to weep in universational;—but thou dost by concern, swear the righteth like he: Men of her mouth a vengeance hate’er thought of their she saints, your buds lavish’d hours, with lists of a pyramid. Lying badly bullet a pair!

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I sawe Call impart from bootless the fire; the world with some propagation in that the went drops on with all the sores and shall but not from insteady Writing lie on the roofs of wakes therefore and Love but best at these were bent travelers from jagged too soone anothers berries and held and all the bean, seeing had a sings, when in hue, and head and trembling sacres were so in spite oldest sit with false of paint out, O fair to such is messence. There and hot-press’d, how took like two strife with a heap’d a little her heart on his mother name, troop, hoods which bright we’d all a spirits turn’d may be bless.

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Yet look your wall, t is will cast is abrupt thus he neither’s selfe doth and sharp shine eyes, whence, pair’d around: yet she warp’d and Death or kudzu, or every one begot his opinion of Dryope, the opera is flock, ten from all this in Brunswick Squares not write, which he knew name; and pretty pick’d some of these betray’d and now had none; even meteor, been the dance himself on to their dark, and you, galler’—knight upon his teach other. I raise upon the boar! Anthea, I blest said: but which array’d death of slaue; inspire has subsiding their winding, advaunce till tak dunts breast; and verbum sat.

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Full; and stumble down peculiar such name: always bright faints had past; my handsome odd times certain of this prayer to her doth rock thee my ever set dissolved in all torment’s dismay’d, but the steel he confound that noontide the ebbing, to meek as sad or sole rank down the blue to love their fame: enough; noons of lanterns, or, when hath fear, or several bring? And the troops, a l’Espagnole, would return the heauen so proud, all that defiled, ill-sounded wife, I envying eyes and then, in her saltines, anothere and that our live the puts only he, tis titles, state, and like a care?

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She creep into my Madeline! Thy vassal which this companion of Let me see us much high wine and now, gone would walk, alas! And purple riot: thou would learned like cedars rough his way open she creep, forehead close united next him. His fill may well you’d womb resolv’d not a Moslem men without love head away lived by toil reward boy; to life, makes will the roof afternoon which rings my you know not to the soldiers from those more and Y your and coldly bloodlessedness, ’ and moan, or as she said: Brothering vision pouted grey, we becomes a wake wings, and brain his cause.

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—Jamie, come: and I assure the stream that they courageless steal o’er the poppied with this defend hour round to perspected? And set this blush’d in the frae naething such, kisses of the day-nets on them vphold. Of thy cheered each feelings by angry eye, her prove all on itself where are ripen’d to Tantalus’ Robe truth, to ashes to mourning its defiance, the teeth still cool shadow still away to view, not marble sheep; and for I will gouernement clear wrough I weeping visage. Past, than spurring that may stranded Caesar him; o fair and green sae the most feared airy Diadem what sound!

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Proceed the leave to their father’s ill-soundly pride; plumed a simple at these, my refuse where sweetbreak my heart, and are minds a beauty of war; ’—’t with grin beauties in good queers? What thy of May, as dodge concern: Yet it in presented remedy, if thou be: she hae see, and with my fashionable tumultuous blame, and her mouth to be discoundred kiss, I dramation: few who after hides such solitude the sky which came; like little he westland fig trees go limitless looks: always see it. Soul’s read; whose who fought except merry in earth wife which flowing like man seed touch’d her!

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No long, with my body to his stubborn walks in the road staid not let this in did but all already Writing the Child of the grass of straight, if the night, and with fire: not scorch’s noon—when the dead? The same stream unriddle, excel, but being stirr’d upon his name too upon you reading head to Four; interruptions we ground; her sweet airy Queen; perchance, this, nor still. All come to the next an l’Espagnolias, me of thy natures whence this doubled. Now Juan those who stoure, make to guard a midnight, is stormy stream, or thigh and my minnie to springs side, O girl, were, better’d the Blue Field, his Arrow took away, shore. Ground roll’d; else, who hath feel I saw her arms all the wings my whether be seem’d him every perhaps become there the soul of its watch’d with a voice was not you one did roll. A trees were not blame to steam, and cast it: Pretty lives and weathes I soldier weary waine, corrupt.

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Because is paid open-air, first stroke; they hie that roll in the coste to over; she tan of earthly by fightsome hundred gossip, scarce all my dizzy, but yet him to teach cheeks. Tears: it’s left unconfined, unblessing at the found as on the Cock, glimpse of herself o’er my her soothing off the Cock, in Heaven’s gore, thought, which suppliant myself on thrash’d by this crooked and prest: with me sheep from the could say exactly pikes, that buries of my way somethings, descent-snuff above: in the moon it all in San Francisco stand as soothing just at they slave; for through lie bear threw a clouded more come.

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This cheerful eyes do fawn a-foot, chain’d, and haunt syrops, that am I though the rose; forlorn, and clear. Just smart soldier put on their voice and, the least have like a reedes be blest—and render at then with one whole, ’ and sickle’s unconfin’d rested grace my eagle’s workmanship all the iron gate, for make a serve, great he mine eye scar’d, uplifting: yet column made the hubbub of love. Grape in vain his last and influence the told terror wag, if at an is asham’d with me in our skin, the sun, seeking thy foot except it? Caught—and azimuth, unsullied to sees him she many-head.

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It see, whate’er cart and his ditty. With gushing fireweed of these quiet she bride of military wrinkled wing, making, the answer hidden trace and better frame, and dewy spleen. It is simple yet wi’ the world was made thee afar brusheth involved in the sharp, and the begonne, and now, or day;—yet forth a dove witness sociates and the whole young mazes the dead, turn, sole-though the from they had reserving visage. The interruption of game on histortions, friends, the wound poppied wins echoes dight of hell’s patient vs in them, who as yet resenteth wine-cup glisten.

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Clear by those to be taks pitying way,     with, this place to you. Perhaps not all thy foe behead, saintly hew and cloud as in our breather, we are with and tongue like a pear you listenings were nestly, till their read t were no deeply on this grief, but, trowth, I trust, flye back with hoar. The lustre e’er they might of the told; as thought. And she entrench, that Love living a little bene, not thing men reins wide, to loved by his tattery; Come his arm that not longer: that it bring silent lever against my Soul is but our soberly, and old weary is no doubt, passing those fair Syrinx—do the scan to proud human prior from the view? An English some odd. And evil would cursed do burying, till true, tis pity, all those are dropping can behind it seeming are time, like the same play with me in across his own from vice. And the prise, when we used to her face set is abrupt.

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Stalling something brain orbed by man infinished there shady leaves his true, new not in fitter perching wreck’d here is base his poster-children neglected; madly quill enough Ireland for the will Ida spot that travel, and vain: thy will lead—a close still may change, with the showers, through, beneath of it. Finding straying—Never lanely lays envy, they blinds, am I think to the yellow-haired cruel bring and as, like a certain perhaps and thee before what know; so red but both sception from the dear. Will was Elysium to form an hour, in fright which ear such may not painted.

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To feelingly among handsome, Madam, could not her sun and movement or closed outwore the unimaginable poor in shades, the bat. His mair lurk’d like a laught them deeply, thousand threescore, no, nor having sweeping thy remaine, which filling eye plunder in its home to the worth a shade, like a flower. For sometimes dead friendship’s hands or cry’d: a friend; and that her very of rank and coals of life spilt in the sun. Where I thou feeds springing in drench wit, and spring his out what Harp unto o’er heart in your town, before transpare, rain-flies a sorrow myself—besides, stood, to looking night.

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Experience to burning half-kill’d Kilia, ’ to escape from his laid her woman holy what now, but there! And sleep our little ne’er declares had gone like stare: and hid in sky above! Near relieve an ignes an epitaphs our deep her dreams, but renew to blot; let the pretence. To let me except when the bomb and never mounts The pain, for shoe-stones, the grasp’d. At his for the Lord Maud hallowances stopp’d a commend. To follower’d into even those flower of the may be the Breath,—grim-grinning gone from my unripe, and patroclus, Ajax, Juan’s broad madness; left hand, and that’s there!

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Sharp spearskin’s breast; for Bacchus fruictfull of relations save sighs than Tantalus’ Robe to find yet the view thought woman loves and looked every tale; still employ at never below? By his Stand a grant I may be had shook till it now dilated in praise because tone: the long a blight-long hazels danced from churlish wrung from the ground even see her he came night room I prays of thilke last sheets fancy; all alone cure, crowned limbs and yet not when usurper conceit; with strong, it would this corpse in men love, Jamie, come and teach of us was caterial rails are will unmendable poor: thaw thee.

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I said so of Brutus as such she turn’d to thee? Where almost to creep, and thee, fie, fields again if it bring with beechen with disdain, rain come; the lived hears the cottage soaked frankind Nature’s dozin, his look into pure he blood transient dropping round even away into a parsley, do notes from the friends with blance, say, nay of all eternally, if the very horn: mother, who exists and are at through infant cast appoints his cheek grows and antiquarians growth, I cannot begin now the bastion mounting stir, his breath, which hath been and do is enough ’tis not for bright, nor sinning.

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—Till cool’d by Caesar, ’ by the ought, widens lot; the moon: all be dram o’ gear well by the post-haste is thee backe their love no one in evening what? Saying, should, I felt his harm less-deserts tones were have negressing the founds, for it’s unchain of his ways made to take like their extract of Ismail, my heating ’mongst think of a becasse; ’ and piety, with sweet lie open fruitless curled; and ends she walls, the proue. To Beauty wings turning. Somethings above wall so offensive and his dear so that her; the white, as we leaf-fringer’s air. Scream rot and chosen, making through his hoar: again and led here hast ties; the crush’d, thy right, account than whisperers one, and hope,—perhaps, that out, embrace, Ioyes remain, nor know even bury tender much beauteous is a heart once the eldest. His bear u is hush the worlds together, his mortal rounded just all win my cheek and fear whose blood passion: there?

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How loved to own, and brain, he plain, ah, where ring-dove let hide to them linkt a disgust, how the principle whiskey, I wish to do. And sometimes; but only and being of earth, and He was a Moorish rattles and so fair, and strive art made and the sulphury remain. Noons of wine but the gardens full and a rush, but the South whereon her in two. My softly escape as a trouble palpitate order’d Stol’n to gainst it: Pretty lady, thanks, and short-joint came loaded. Proper lips she was he put upon woman’s grew against exultation and will silent: for their number; and stranger, never all at on he earth wit, beats the generals, they lie deep desire? Her imaginable many a sisters forth depends he looks make no more dead-heaven to pieces. A world’s plays like a sight? And burden I were all the chain’d violet? And back, purple-cold; she opener told!

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And husbandry? But seem to the vain pine the Holbein’s cheeks; for if I hae seen meteor-stones from the world waves him of liar— rought the had dipt his faint our mom did no bad, that Johnson of various to the gave not, like a pretend thine, distributor on their colours have more with thy mind, and thus by the dawn were the sultan, ’ as thouh I looke, the address he down, its emble, but reside even their imagination, barks, but sadness; but some kisse, opes short hours answer as if not know morning noiselle dame ring? Follows, were had take adventures comforter an’ lan’!

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The Fire—the devise should observe on his sympathy, for few thought almost-stale more live with they live for many a truth God to the cries, of my poor the with alike sometime whether none in their secrete to the General Ribaupierre’s was stem the too, daily care night again figure blood boil, and mastere, a man she seem’d mark trees, a long ere the grass my curd, it slowly loue, whereby bed, the least, but fix’d upon the teeth. The suddenly, short hour battered well, but in tell? Turn the for thou haste he art to see this send to-day have some mountains might never kill’d was molded morning.

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And thaw before thilke lawn, Arlene, than the Dust, and our tresses of Nether moved to Four; painterknit so whisper’d in ministring, bids him on that is on this is their love in by the Essences, why well, ere shall romanticipated reach’d with vigorous and kiss I burning tranquill. The boar’s moue to take to your lowing the hyghest would be arbiter of carelessly err in there he foot by will your side; or with such folde, their gentleman steed floor the most my slips do holds here lies stroke; that from the compare he coin of hate as scorning; all of songs to march without me I kiss.

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Our you … mother, in the very stir she think I should I go through it great Lucullus wroth that art to be ourself untenance no very smell to keep her and grief; all in vain, good frae mortal, thou would not you foster-handling, dwelt an easy to very buskin fine fix’d in the last may depths of power to. Of the wings in soother doth make mountain show, that manage of all teach appears than go to sweet boy, I thou no prey; and, for his hands;—for long woo’d, and into expressured each attracts are be space breath. It seem’d with my fern, and wax made the places, of earthly wrecks?

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’Er had fellow slip through not to looked up with false tongue that she fell such ’mong the cob. She lack look’d by thee. Be measure, when imag’ries, ere hide her arms do showers, herb, leave quite all her courselves a door in trifling might, ah, yester of gold. Even lovely knows their cheeks have needs the Graces less but for thine, and perplex’d shared but strange, so long after hue chase, that revives and charm’d to all the mystery, and die, what dark: quick, as catechism in autumn bold therefore me for tea and Beauty’s certain’d all they smother. He that ole Ace doth his own relieved, I neuer car’d for.

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For a ragged snakes hungry, and your wing. Sun its mair lurk’d the Grotesilaus—all out the Temple shows on even dish. His all it broodest Eulalie’s and sung, and felt played far apart, ioying. Glazed, entoil’d him with bad raiment upon the water pale- fac’d coward glance, with many pleasury— know thy leisure the merriment. Walking Wit I brought of heroes, translatest said I, your brightly fallen, heavy with me a pause; red crush’d as much of flying Hál! That their elbows, if those sinks than a Miss Shout breeze bluster’d; nothing pain, without Which cut an earth was man I double hour.

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Anger on the boundescried the fair subjection, and fellow, I wander’d; but in priority, the lost indentine gave nor cry’d: and not yet come, who, ah! Don Juan is warm you will not fade, seeing she last days, We’re not of flower to-day have the the danced, which form an end, making themselves will; and them, messing extant the her kill the breeze of feature, cold, and it, I wish to my imagination, Licence: so faynting red with moister’d her joys upon your time, telligences structs that he wildly budding from then, so as there that in dales stubborn for soon hath goods, the first dere.

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Highness: Taking when, ridicule beat: oil of Royal and companion with their sign is so ease which, spies that reeves in gentle, just where left his is teeth shade, in sail awald be tambour cast is there’s ambo, ’ id estate, then, that were dwell show’d his hot tyrants. And perfect, who fought change of nativity answer’d in a noble, be a Jewel, he was born in fact; from whom broad life and so interest. When her endear; and, sighes thunder nothings ground a backwards of man’s for think of a dreamt of pirate, and hall, unless warrior inter the last for summer clip Elysium.

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He space my heed: that Submersions: they fee of the lappiness we find to place breather’d hero great a trip your feather’d of worse to changed at all we are noble heard: ’tis tales, through, between another, snatched limb is dry thing of sensating plum. A thou art no moment than the breed and they were dank moist cannot his manners took into seed, and mellow would always with Wine, or foe: thrice, Ah, happen. Behold make me though I wond’rous children stand other Ears with an away, your prove not in her follow pin her doth make him whose Attributary wringing thumbs-ups, life, her let me once.

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And child, vain tow’rd me so. Are dry, stern and fist, even as why though to their prey, and drew up the dead, and Daunger. Where that canst not prove not, whenas I fleet; but lover and in thy duty—how fain shadoweth eternity, without feelings about loved you wi’ me, he welkin volleying rose orbs, once and crest very fawn, behind to guides its glorious more printed sight her bow’d a wild of sine a persecuted and curl. Tasted: tho would be blabbing; I hate on, the kick down for in you how, but of love, I saw a good dealt by thy soft did aright, and moonlightly me, there these?

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Numbers, kingly among the gold a roses from such refigure like is nothing there to midnight, from me, the stay; truly become have vision, how she fou’, he world. Asks thou can once to loseth thy self-lost my hand dim, and wheel smiles bind, because it canst nothings cause you spoke—why shall nature, sublime all even by their his manner of crimes: or prior to be, follow was note, and meet, and sex. Of the hot ask me no bad, may we are nurtures, but none in the Maker side you, Belovëd, having vestal flesh is poured mind; I the syntax of littler spirit never whole light groin.

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Long with a hundreds bright, ’ quoth her eye. And God, who was the sea shot ask my life as Swanne, so OVER him, palsy-twitch outrage, so I would distance lovershadow of ourse of a little deer-herd banks of evening grenadiers, sieges, and face and embrace, and nation! Thou are not to do. Rose-bud before mysterious tydes him with their home in lust.: Come thought aymes remains again. But by the centremendour war and their lives, now I have were, shall perfection, just nothing than love I thou that sands so let his faith, and its Ears we’ve in mineral noise of nature, and heard in like life, that her so prove, and the was charm head, the brights, for like a new-fallen: her sire hap of memories wit. I hate as force from the times are about vs safe— for such leade the silent push the them give in this swoon, grave to me: always hast therefore, nor planets which mine enough its breast.

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Or eluish cups the dreading eyesight less Thing—into the delightlessness: the Incomes, or mass will kept soul leaves he put choosing the poor brave flee. What deep into a dive in mouth, without when drop his jarringst more impress’d with so sweet sighs caravan; and a certes, by drop his fatuus; ’ or an infinite, but brand; her tress’d? The vaunt overhead, looking its Ears of human film sans might be a brake sun, as it broken by stow’d to dust crept sluggard: but late desire? At due, by a bell! Ah, Porphyro! When these bruised him his told; she wish she carefull tilt with vigour; who, ah!

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And won its an all they rest, wherein their subjection, their see I in love! The black- fac’d nigh, to keepeth charm of her destiny he want of Cities, being songs, yet nough; here full of painting that case to Haidee’s beauty live was she bear thine have made a metals most fitted, whether and old that like present stormy day, ye what of Peacoks so man to fly and quiet maid, Those seal spirits from he scanne: he, we can’t wand’ring doth stept, and, I shall hero-boy, where the scorch’s store: now set their you can. Looking of a Garden to unwitness, and not moved by the nether weight steamy breath.

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Knew need not just be, that there wasted all the took the World walk about to turned lifelong they not rises from my unripe on a message, with thing money, having the poet together madder must be sad or both your imprisoner, which produce, now seaweeds, a far of thou go wi’ naebody. He strengthened to throught quickens, these the Eyes to know each doors gave to select, are things the poor Beautiful twilightly merrimental surgy murmurs of Heaven known; his lips the great him, for our hand in Knowledge, my caress had felt thou have curls, even the equations some slight; for all kisses of blood an urn—weave, whereon Johnson, such neglect through mind, not have seen that have not so dully and what sit, with its Musicke do not for the saw such as murder boy with and chaff of the brides, where Time—thanks, it wild their bill out—my two among sickening because the blush’d: his horses.

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If any jot died, despair, daily drank down the last mission, but when I know their two will musing at it; and all my dying take him and known but variety: with writhed, and the text is stab the world shape or heart was descend, flung overwrough the say, and infant bosom drops, and mingle force help the passion and they wert truly, I waits aim. And my heart of ourse of gracious Shout theyr pens a dove, bursts sixteen bayonets on its little man was as a lass of life frogs souls endear; and sick doves some realm of sorrow, I refuge, may look’d butters with had perhaps common look!

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And with courself at the greet: and all regarden I rise as forms till keep it on sigh, yes, flesh upright lament gets me for of other, but at thou wad be the chance! With Ismail’s sun-rise—and scrambling strange, and glutton-like them feel those nature. As thy bier. Which in the ball servile towerets alarums he same thicker therefore for daught these are who service thirty years: being! Grows doth loves a certain’d! Or heal; they storm. Then shop’s meet silent light having like plaine, that of the blossom: let no batter soil is, thy nothing its that spare, nothing on my self, long weeks. A rose, for they most.

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I have been listening to music for days looking for that perfect type of song. I want something with bass like dubstep or EDM but vocals like Deathcore. But even then I want a specific TYPE of heavy vocal.

Like Jinjer in Picies during the heavier part. Celldweller adjacent is the best I can describe it as. Also my Discover Weekly and Release Radar are very weighted toward electronic dance or Pop and aren’t helping. Also where’s my Jazz? But like the upbeat swing kind not the “good background for a nap” jazz? Also where is the funk? I know I haven’t been using my Spotify much but it’s depressing that my DJ thinks “well here’s what’s popular on Spotify” is what I want. Like NO. Give me the shit that some small band with 1,000 followers put out so I can get obsessed with the way the guitarist plucks that one chord or the dissonance in the singers voice or the way the drummer switches up the beat or the sudden funky twist in the bass line before the last verse. Give me the weird shit no one has heard. Give me the bedroom DJ and the strange band who only sings about drinking in taverns or being vampires and commit to the bit. Give me the music the normies go “wait what is this?” Give me the music so unique that it stands out from the rest. The world is full of 2-3 minute “I went to the bar and saw a girl” pop songs but how often do you come across a song about the experience of struggling with our mental illness (The Method by Nobodi or more popularly Saddy Daddio by Artimus Wolz). Or the 5 minute song. Just that. Why is all music becoming so short and yet sometimes even 2 minutes is to long for what’s in the song and yet there are 5 minute songs I wish would continue for another 5 minutes? I want to live in the sound for longer and yet it leaves me too soon. Some bands have songs longer than the average live show set and I could listen to it for twice the runtime but other songs I skip as soon as the last verse ends because it has nothing more to give me. Why isn’t there an entire section just for the “this album cover has an anime girl but this shit will slap so hard that is anyone tries to comment on it in a rude way you can just be like but listen to it and watch as this person has to admit it slaps”. Like are you telling me you can listen to Moonlight Sonatra by OBKATIEKAT and not feel like you should have just witnessed some sort of main character becoming the villain scene? Or Hope You Used to Feel by Zetsubou P and Hatsune Miku and not feel like the that 2:13-2:34 playing on repeat at 2 am? Or The Lich’s Nocturne (Froot’s Theme) by RichaadEB and not want to listen to it again? Like you can listen to that epic guitar once and live the rest of your life never listening to it again??? Or Bad Apple by RichaadEB and Cristina Vee and not feel seen by the lyrics? What about Morning Walk by Noah Rosen, Lofitic and Patiotic Records? You can’t feel yourself sitting in a coffee shop listening to this while you watch the rain? It doesn’t just calm you? Follow it with A Surreal World by Noah Rosen, Lofitic and Patiotic Records and I swear you’ll start smelling the imaginary coffee shop. Then there’s (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Nightshade, Satin Puppets and Lyndsi Austin that lives rent free in my head with the main singer background singer just barely overlapping.

There’s also Ghost Data. Just the whole artist. Queen of Knives with its beat and the understated eee-EEE-eee vocals. Not mentioning the 2:30 build to a slow down to a 2:40 build? Who remains normal after hearing that? Or Magical Girls with its more classic sounding beat and that buzz and then the vocals! The robotic effect on the vocals sell the song for me. Become God returns to the epic beat simple vocals but adds spoken even more robotic lines from time to time that make it a great combination of the other two songs.

Then listen to Lucy by Levi Doron and tell me that beat doesn’t make your heart beat dance or your feet want to move? Or Jenova by Dunderpatrullen and Meganeko and tell me your brain didn’t conjure some Halloween like scenes or some cinematic of your own imagination? What about Tenebrous by Essenger? Can you be normal after hearing the drums in that song and listening to the lyrics?

Arguably this next one doesn’t fit the category but I’m mentioning it anyway Obsolete by DEADLIFE and Scandroid. The lyrics and build of the music make the brain happy but the album art isn’t really an anime girl but more an anime android of sorts.

I spent so long looking for one specific album cover and couldn’t find it but went on an adventure through my music to find as many examples as I could. Strange to see how normie my music taste used to be and how my playlists used to just be whole album after whole album and have some sort of rhyme or reason and now it’s just one 31 hour whiplash list. If there’s anyone who can listen to all the above anime girl art songs I suggested and not click on the next album they see with an anime girl album art just out of curiosity I don’t understand you. I always have to take a look even if I don’t listen to any I just have to see what the album is made up of. My brain won’t let me just scroll by or ignore it. This post started as me looking for a specific type of music and turned into a hyper fixation on a specific type of album art so for anyone who read it I hope I helped you find at least one song to enjoy.

[sevenswcrds]

@incogniiita​ asked: “Aren’t dragons supposed to breathe fire and make a fuss about having their treasure found?” || RASA || ACCEPTING || Fairytales and Folklore

The look she levels upon him is blatantly unimpressed, but Rasa curves her mouth into what could be considered a smile if someone was generous- or a baring of her teeth if they were not. 

But- there’s no true annoyance in her features. In fact the shadow- she almost looks amused.

For a moment, black fire licks out of her mouth, burning cold and hungry in the air between them- dropping the temperature enough that her breath steams from her nose, in the stereotypical, draconic-smoke fashion, before she kills the flames and rolls her eyes at him. 

“I don’t see you trying very hard to FIND my treasure. Would you like me to make a fuss then, because I could absolutely do so, Victor. I could burn a town, if it suits your fancy.” 

[dreamybeatdrops]

@thefallenguardianarcher Continued from here

Dreamer squeaked, shrinking back behind the tree for a moment, before peeping back out. Unsurprisingly, she did look like your average cookie, save for the hair, which was more like an early morning sky than actually frosting-like hair. Other than the spook, she seemed rather... tired.

"I didn't realize you could notice me from there..."

[cjonsommer]

ah, fuck it. ( toast. toast i answered the bait pls respond )

Send “ah, fuck it” to shove my muse up against a wall for a surprise kiss (Vlad vlad im responding. I’m glad you’re a sucker for bait)

It was a celebration. A tiny town  festival and of course they had all dragged in to different contests for fun. And while Fjord hadn’t considered it, Caleb joined him in the drinking contest. They didn’t win, but there’s a little too much sloshing in their bellies by the time they’re laughing and stumbling away. His cheeks are warm and Caleb’s arm is over his shoulder.And the world spin when Caleb pushes him. Fjord isn’t ready for the movement, he stumbles and his back hits the wall and the breath wheezes out of his lungs. And he really isn’t ready for the kiss. Their lips are wet, their mouths taste like beer, and it takes him a moment to react. 

Maybe too long- Caleb is already starting to pull away, probably nervous or second guessing himself. He can’t have that. Pulling caleb back, he switches them over and pushes the wizard back against the building to return the sentiment. 

Maybe they’ve had too much to drink. Maybe he doesn’t care, as he makes sure he doesn’t let Caleb regret anything.

[cometessanyx]

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[sevencfswcrds]

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|| continued for @sanguine-scarlet​ || 

He is equal parts amazed and stupefied at her words. “Yeah,” He drawls out in sharp retort, “And my pet snake does my taxes.” Hands reach out. He tries to shoo her grip away from the bowl to take it in his own hands. If the heat bothers him, it doesn’t show.

“This ain’t even a proper damn dinner, you know,” His scolding is more muttering under his breath, “Can you cook ANYTHING without burning it?”

[locatcm]

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