#perfume and worm on a string

[folklorecreature]

all that October has shown me is how much more my life lights up with lesbians in it

[themeraldee]

I think a great awkward sex fic could be homelander making love for the first time.

Not losing his virginity, but having sex with someone he loves

anon you're sooooooo smart!!!! I love this idea so much. After being in such a funk this reignited me and I had to write it now!! It took a different turn at the end but I don't dictate what the characters do!! thank you for this idea and please enjoy 🩷

Imperfectly Perfect

[Masterlist] [AO3]

18+ Only | 2.7k | Homelander x fem!Reader | Awkward sex. Realistic sex. Embarrassing sex noises. Feelings of inadequacy. Homelander being a mild drama queen. Cunnilingus. Unprotected sex.

Looking back at it, it was meant to be perfect.

Homelander eagerly ushered you back to his penthouse after an incredible date out. He pulled out all the stops, renting out the top rated, most expensive restaurant just for you. He spent the entire night charming your pants off with his strangely charismatic and at times awkward self. 

Buzzing with anticipation he couldn’t wait to show you what else he had in store for you. You’ve changed his perception of everything. Ever since you’ve wormed your way into his heart, he’s locked the way out and threw away the key. You’ve made him feel like nobody else ever has and he thought it high time he repay the favor. That’s why tonight had to be perfect. 

He wanted to show you what awaits you in your shared future.

He had some poor Vought employees absolutely drown his penthouse with bouquets of rich red roses, rose petals strewn across most surfaces, candles illuminating every corner, highlighting the glittering gold of the picture frames adorning his walls. Smooth jazz played in the background at a low volume sealing the deal on what ended up feeling like a scene plucked from an elaborate Valentine’s day ad.

“Wow! This is—wow! Homelander, you didn’t have to do all this.” You looked around the space, taking in the change with a shock and awe on your face. This quickly turned into a beautiful bright smile that made Homelander feel like he was on top of the world. He’s obviously doing something right.

“Anything for my girl.” He pulled you in gently, making the dress he’s picked for you twirl prettily. “Come with me,” he pressed a kiss to your soft lips, letting them linger for a little while while he inhaled the scent of your perfume—also his choice—and the roses surrounding you both. At that moment he thought that tonight would be perfect, one for the books.

And now? It didn’t take long for it to already be turning into a disaster.

From his point of view at least.

You’re sitting at the edge of the bed, leaning back on your arms as you watch the show. You asked to watch him take off his suit, promising that you’d give him just as good of a show as he would. 

Prior to this he has taken his elaborate suit off thousands of times anytime he’d go to bed. Now he’s struggling as if both of his hands were left-handed and this was his first suit fitting. He’s so tense, his nerves tighter than a bow string making his hands shake while he unclasps the cape, immediately folding it on the rack out of habit before he continues unzipping his suit. His heart is beating like a drum in his ears, he wouldn’t be surprised if even your ordinary ones could pick up on it. 

It’s not that he’s never had sex. It’s just that the anticipation of what he’s built up in his head is making him overthink his every move. He needs you to know that he can be like this for you. Because the perfect mainstream image of romance is what every woman dreams of—right?

When the zipper gets stuck and doesn’t let him unzip like normal he panics internally. There were meant to be no hiccups today! 

Observant that you are, you stand up as soon as you see him struggle and swear and take the step closer to him. “Let me help you.” You put your hands on his before sliding them up his forearms, then shoulders before going down to rest on his chest.

“How about you let me undress you and then you undress me.” You give him a cheeky smile, trying to break the tension he put himself into. “Does that sound good?” You ask quietly and breathy as you undo the zipper he was struggling with. 

He nods curtly, feeling ashamed that he’s admitting to a fault on his part.

But with the continuous dreamy eye-contact you slowly help him out. Undoing clasps, and zippers of his convoluted uniform. 

He was less worried about you seeing him naked than he is about the whole performance of it all. He’s let you see him without the suit before. Early into your blooming relationship you’ve stumbled upon him covered in blood. It only made sense to take the shower together as you helped him wash all of it off. But even then, he didn’t want it to go further. He said he had plans and asked you to let him make it perfect. 

When he’s finally fully naked he pulls you in for a hot kiss. It’s almost in gratitude at helping him mend the situation and put it back on track. He walks you back to the bed pushing you on it. He’s only about half hard, which is unusual for him as Homelander easily gets a hard-on in a split second anytime you just look at him a certain way. So it’s a surprise that he’s not panting and leaking with the way you look tonight. 

Clearly, he’s still stuck in his head.

With each kiss he presses into your skin, tasting the softness of your every spot he gets more and more excited. Slowly melting into you with each little huff you let out as he kisses your body, undressing you in tandem. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He growls into your ear before kissing you flush on the lips. Hot and heavy, he licks into your mouth, moaning at the way you pull at his hair when you rake your fingers through it.

Just as you want to take some control back, treat him the same way he’s treating you, he stops you.

“Nuh, uh. Ladies first. Let me make you feel good.” He rumbles as he pushes your hands off his body. You look pleased at his words, giving him an excited little grin.

And just like that, he’s finally taking control of the situation again. He’s got a script in his head and he needs to follow it to a tee.

Down on his knees, he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. Already spreading your legs open, unabashedly inhaling the scent of you, already aroused and wet for him. He grins like a shark to himself. Without giving you much heads-up or taking it slow he just straight up buries himself in between your legs.

Just the smell of you had his cock finally turning rock hard, now with the taste of you he feels it twitching, drooling precum from the tip.

He’s licking you open, spreading you with his tongue. Like a mad man who doesn’t know where to focus first, with little rhythm he changes between strongly sucking at your clit, pointing his tongue sharply and running circles around your clit right before shoving his tongue into you, tongue-fucking you just like he imagines will leave your mind blown.

Except. 

“Little softer, please.” You sound out in between sweet little sighs. You’ve taken to running your nails through his hair, giving his scalp a little massage while he went to town on you.

“M’sorry.” He mumbles into your pussy as he quickly looks up at you. He slows down with his urgency though he’s a little peeved at the way he’s not been able to rock your world yet. 

“Don’t be—ah—it’s great. I just like it a little softer.” 

It’s great? Great?! It should be mind-blowing, incredible, glorious! Not just great. Immediately his ego takes a hit but he doesn’t outwardly show it. In his mind you should’ve been moaning and shaking for him, coming on his tongue while he got his fill of you. 

This doesn’t happen.

And while he’s doing better, making you moan a little louder, forcing small gasps out of you as he softens his tongue flat, gently laving over your clit before sucking on it softly. He’s not making you cum and that’s killing him.

You suddenly sharply tug on his hair and at first he thinks you’re getting close but you pull again and he looks up at you confused.

“Come up here.” You guide him up.

“But you didn’t finish.” He scrunches his eyebrows confused and for a second he looks like an innocent sweet puppy. 

“I don’t wanna come yet. I’m actually usually done after one orgasm so I reaaally want to have you inside me for the big finish you know?” You sign that off with a wolfish grin that he immediately eats up as he climbs up to devour you, making you taste yourself on his lips. 

With the thoughts of being inside you where it’s all soft and warm and really just made for his cock, he abandons his thoughts of inadequacy. 

And as much as you want to participate, Homelander keeps pushing you off, instead focusing on your body and all the places he hasn’t managed to kiss yet. 

When he swats your hand away from his cock again you ask. “Why won’t you let me return the favor?” 

“Another time.”

“But I wanna blow you! It’s not fair, why can’t I?” You keep pouting and you’re as adorable as you are annoying because as much as he’s sure your mouth will feel amazing he’s even more certain that your pussy will be fucking incredible. And he definitely won’t make it through both.

“Because I’ll bust, alright?” He swats your hands away instead pinning your wrists down onto the plush bedding making you yelp in surprise and arousal. He can sense the way that got you all excited. “Now just let me fuck you… please?” He says before kissing you again.

You automatically spread your legs. He kneels on the bed, sitting on his heels as his eyes immediately lock onto the sight of your pussy, still pretty and wet for him. A sight that makes his heart swell. Part of him was worried you wouldn’t want him with such voracity. He made sure to keep some lube on hand in case you wouldn’t get wet enough for it to be comfortable for you but he was preening that he managed to get you this wet. 

Homelander let one of his fingers glide down your slit, gathering the slick before pushing a finger in, immediately groaning at the intense heat of your cunt. He couldn’t wait to get his cock in you.

He gathers more slick that you seem to be making an abundance of but this time he gives his cock a few strokes, giving it a nice, wet coating. “So perfect for me.” He whispers out more to himself than you before he shuffles closer, holding his cock in his hand, rubbing it up and down your slit before eagerly pushing in.

The sheer tight heat of you has him gasping, you’d almost think he was in pain if it wasn’t for the blissed out look on his face.

When he sinks all the way in, he takes in your pretty face, your softly parted lips, gently flushed face and a look in your eyes that he’s sure he’ll never forget. You look at him with such love and adoration it’s impossible for him to stop the, “I love you,” that comes out of him before he kisses you.

“I love you too.” You say with a bright smile when he lets you breathe.

 He thinks at this moment, there’s no way this could be anything less than perfect.

Getting lost in the sensation he picks up the pace. He fucks into your faster and harder with each stroke and it’s not bad but it’s too too much from the get go. Homelander doesn’t see this. In his head he wants to make you cum before he himself finishes which with his track record might not be a very long time.

“Hey hey hey, slow down. You don’t need to go all hard and fast so quickly okay?” You say with a breathless little laugh, looking a bit rattled from the way he’s been fucking you into the mattress.

Fuck. He fucked up again. He’s disappointing you. That thought makes his heart hurt and jaw clench. But Homelander doesn’t let it show as he just nods at you, kissing his tension away, trying to get his head back into enjoying himself as much as he should.

But the universe isn’t kind to him and when he eases himself back into you, pressing his body against your sweat-covered one, the glide of skin on skin well… It makes a sound that could only be described as a fart!

You burst into giggles at the comical sound and you seem to think that’s it but Homelander is mortified. His eyes widen and he gasps, pushing himself off your sweat-slick skin. “That wasn’t—I didn’t—”

When he tries to explain that it wasn’t him it just makes you laugh harder.

He doesn’t get it—you’re laughing! It’s so incredibly embarrassing and it’s ruining the vision he had for the night. Tonight was about him finally opening up to you, letting you feel just how strongly he feels about you and it’s been a disaster from the start.

He feels himself softening inside you so he pulls out before you notice and he grumpily pulls away from you, turning to sit at the edge of the bed to sulk.

Your giggles died out as soon as you noticed him pull away. “Baby? Don’t be upset. I’m not laughing at you.” You sit up, reaching over to him, moving closer. 

“It’s fucking embarrassing! Tonight was meant to be—well not like this!” He’s upset and he’s trying to take it out on you as if pretending that it’s your fault is gonna soothe his hurt ego.

“It’s okay. It’s normal, it happens. It’s literally just skin on skin. Bodies make funny sounds!” You try to soothe him by rubbing his arms and shoulder, occasionally pressing a kiss to his head or side of his neck.

“You shouldn’t be laughing at it like this whole thing doesn’t matter.” He said with a bite in his tone, almost accusing you of not sharing his feelings.

“I’m laughing because this does matter to me. I’m comfortable around you. You make me feel at ease and let my guard down. I’m laughing precisely because I love you.”

He doesn’t respond and you continue soothing his hurt feelings.

“It’s beautiful, the way you’ve prepared this place. But do you wanna hear a secret?” You move closer to him and turn his head with your finger. “It’d be just as romantic without all of it. Even if the first time we had sex was in a broom closet. Or whatever. The point is—it’s you. That makes it all so special.”

He sighs with palpable relief and he nuzzles his head into the hand you placed on his cheek. He could just about devour you for being so amazing. 

“I just wanted it to be perfect for you.” He admits his insecurity, giving you the ammunition to rip his heart in two if you wanted to. He knows you hear the ‘I want to be perfect for you,’ he’s really trying to convey. 

“It is perfect. Tonight, the whole thing. Everything that’s happened. It’s been perfect. I’ve been loving every second of it.” You kiss him on the lips and he melts. He turns so he can embrace you with the kiss, feeling the tension finally slip away. With no expectations, he can enjoy you the way he should have from the start.

“Come on, lie down. Stop thinking.” It’s your turn to press him into the mattress as he lies on his back staring up at you with pure adoration.

Just like that, after seeing you on top of him all pretty and loving his cock is back at full hardness. You finally wrap your hand around it, giving it a few strokes before you lower yourself down on him.

“We’re getting to know our bodies. You learn what I like, I learn what you like. None of this thinking of what it should be like. Okay?” He nods at you although he’s very preoccupied with taking in the incredible feeling of you wrapped hotly around him, sending his mind into a frenzy.

You bounce on him, showing him exactly how you like it, what angle and what pace and in the meanwhile you coo sweet, soothing words. Clearly seeing just how much work his hurt ego will need to get back to normal. 

And somehow, in the end, it’s so much more perfect than he could ever imagine it to be.

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[sinistercall]

𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 ━━━ @sanguisstella

She could not 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 the last time she'd acted so quickly; the instinct surged through her veins like 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 as she hurled herself into the path of the glinting lone arrow that had sang through the verdant lush growth around them. With a swift and powerful motion, she swung the blunt of her sword, the impact sending shards of wood and sharpened metal into the air to mingle among the freshly shaken pollen before vanishing into the forest's underbrush. The suddenness of her movement left the world around her in a 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑, and she barely registered the soft thud of the freshly slain deer as it tumbled from her shoulders to the ground. Sweet perfume wafted off its pooling lifeblood — once a radiant force to keep the beast alive, now just a darkened 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 upon the path's trodden soil, but she found herself unaffected by it; 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 had its hold on her, demanding her attention.

Pointed ears zipped forward in shock and with a racing heart, the tiefling raised her shield just in time to catch the next incoming threat; he force reverberating through the metal and sending a tremor up her arm when the spear pointed tip of the arrow head halted its movement only a few inches from her left eye. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. Ithuriel's arm curled 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 towards Astarion, and with teeth bared in a primal snarl she began to scan across the tree line in search of the next home for her axe's edge.  ... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

"Astarion! What do your elf eyes see?" She asked quickly, an uneasiness settling in her stomach when she realized just how 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 she could actually see within the thick woodland; and the fact that they were being hunted only served to amplify her said sense of 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃. The tiefling felt tense — to say the least; her posture defensively tightened, muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash whatever 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 filled fantasy she'd had last night. She could almost taste the heat of that fevered dream on her lips, feel it gripping her heart — and it was swiftly becoming something rather difficult to ignore.

"Filius caniculae!" She spat, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 actually, infernal blazing across her tongue quick enough to set flame readied to burst forth in a blaze should her grinding teeth grant it 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄. Ithuriel deftly sheathed her short sword, the metallic whisper of steel sliding into its scabbard with a bellish 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬! before her shield clattered to the ground, forgotten. Oh she was 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 now. Her weapons were practically ripped from their hold, and her pale fingers nocked an arrow to her bowstring; the supple wood creaking in protest under the pressure as she drew the string back enough so the arrow's quill brushed along the curve of her ear. Her hackles rose.

" — Show yourself, you 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 welp!" The words nearly erupted from her, tone infused with a primal ferocity that surged within her like a tidal wave. It was a feeling she hadn't tasted in some time, and the thrill of it both terrified and exhilarated her. It made her feel 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄. It made her feel 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄. But regardless of whatever inner drama her worm was being entertained by, there were much more pressing matters in the real world. With eyes ever searching, the tiefling hissed lowly, her keen ears folding sideways as they 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 to capture any sound that might betray their unseen foe. But another sound caught her ear instead. His 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 voice. There was something 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 reckless in her trust of Astarion and as she let his smooth tone instruct her, she felt the weight of his confidence 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 her own. With a deep breath, she freed the tension in her bowstring and released the arrow with his command. By some divine intervention, Lathander’s guiding hand seemed to steer her aim, as the arrow soared through the air — swift, unwavering, and true — finding its mark with a satisfying 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐀𝐋 of pain.

An overwhelming impulse surged through her 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒​​​​​​​, urging her to lunge into the thicket, to tear apart and feast upon the intruder threatening their safety, bathe in their blood, drink their fluids — the 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 Bhaalist agenda. Every nerve ending in her body screamed for action, yet her feet felt anchored to the ground by heavy lead weights that defied her desire to flee or fight. It was only when the familiar, intoxicating scent of Astarion’s cologne enveloped her in 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒 and 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 that she felt the tension 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄​​​​​​​. Instantly, the bow slipped from her fingers, falling to the forest floor beside her shield with a muted thud, as she whirled around to meet his cherry eyes.

“Oh, thank the Gods — ” she exhaled, her worry melting away as she examined him with frantic eyes, the relief she felt upon seeing his skin, unmarred and radiant, soothed her frayed nerves like cool summer rain. Without even a second thought, her hands reached forward and pulled him against her chest in a warm 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 that made the world, at least for her, nearly fade away. Ithuriel squeezed him firmly; the jabs and teasing that would surely come later were but a distant thought. Everything seemed eclipsed by the sheer 𝐉𝐎𝐘 of his safety. 

“The Lord of Light smiles upon us today, Astarion,” she whispered into his neck, not much caring — or perhaps not 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 — about the intense fluttering of her heart. With a subtle shift, her gaze drifted back to the bushes that framed their path, where moans and whimpers echoed eerily. A mischievous 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 sparked in her cerise eyes as she mused and faced him with a laugh, “And look! We've found you breakfast!” 

[sadkidwithocs]

Random post/ random pic of the day: SlamFam’s casual looks

At first I want to draw them stand in a line of troops, clear blue sky, stand tall with straight face, empty mood. But my plan has changed immediately when Thai rock music in my playlist playing randomly and it can change the mood from “daddy’s problem🤡🤼‍♂️💩🍺🥴🎣” to be “thug’s problem💀🩸💉🔪🔫📦”

Full song 👉🏻here👈🏻. From TaitosmitH, the band that can make everything like teen thug life in university, fighting with someone on the street. Even it’s 80s string song, this band still can cover to be rock music💀

If you only listen by don’t read translation, it’s like a rock song that gives you so much 🔥fighter energy🔥want to punch someone’s face/ lil cat can transform into a tiger/ turn that worm🪱 in your yard to be dragon. But if you know the meaning of this song, it has provided you with some interesting food for thought.

Many many errors in these pic that make me feel edgy a little😖 but I come too far to fix it from the beginning🥲so pls ignore it, it just my art that make for fun and not many people understand. I don’t want to take everything seriously, because if I do, this art will never finished😂

little observations and their fashion

Faren has little Hawaiian tattoo at left ankle. He likes wearing crop top to show his belly. His shorts is the same as when he go to sleep but can’t help! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It’s very comfortable to wear. He said the wind can run through between his two meatballs😎👍🏼✨

Mike and his ORANGE shorts without belt, I have inspiration from this pic below💀👇🏻👇🏻. Wearing Nike wrestling shoes because this man is da real wrestler/ athlete boy/ P.E. teacher of locker room/ wrestling nerd/ wearing sport perfume baby powder

Dino the rich man, wears gold rings/ gold chain and expensive leather shoes (Like Ray)

Marty always be the winner of fashion icon. Even though he’s wearing a tattered shirt, he still looks cool.

Their bruises can prove you how good fighter they are. Mike has bruises and scars less than others. He has never had any backstage fight or bar fight before, he doesn’t have any boxing background. But that doesn’t mean that he can’t fight. This guy is Olympic degree wrestler and captain of wrestling varsity since student life, but all he had learned just not used for backstage fight. He has ever gave big lessons to huge body wrestler like Death row, so for little mr.Hunter’s bodyguards like this, it’s just a piece of cake

Faren is smart-mouthed man even though less than Jacques.. but Faren has more street fighter skill. Faren has experience about bar fighting with drunkard like another wrestlers who love party in the bar, because A son of Hawaiian warrior doesn’t know what “the defeat” is. Faren thinks Mike isn’t fit for street fighting, maybe he(Mike)’s worried about his career in the future (that has feud backstage too often)…or just because he has never had any backstage fight before. So it’s ok, let fighting is Faren’s due. Because he has nothing to lose, he wants to retired from WWF all along.😕

Raymond’s hands are full of blood, he’s one of toughest guy in the locker room with golden gloves boxing background. He’s soft spoken, doesn’t good at arguing like Jacques or Faren but he’s the real street fighter following his father and uncle who are politician’s bodyguard and bar doormen. He never scared or hesitate to punch someone. You can notice that Ray doesn’t have any scar on his face, this can prove you how good boxing skills he has.

Ronnie is one of toughest man but often shocked when war happens following old man things😌

Jacques: Jacques is huge and tall, he can jump from top rope and still standing. But he accept the truth that he’s not street fighter like his brother

Marty, Even though his university life was as a wrestler like Mike and spent so much time in science lab but outside of university, Marty lives in extreme and dangerous life more than normal teen should be, fought many battles since teenage. So, street fighting like this is very easy for Marty. I mean… who the hell dare to giggles and ask Dino that “mafia industry is very interesting, can I be your member?” . But Marty did. He doesn’t scared anything.

Furthermore, the rumor that Marty once k*lled a man who tried to molest him remains a mystery, if it is true.. he will be the most feared member of SlamFam under his cheerful habit

[midoribai]

sure, sure... your worm on a string isn't stinky... it's tooottallllyyyy getting washed daily...

- 🎐

MIDORI: "Rude. Why would it even smell bad? I don't produce sweat. Well.. I do.. but it's odorless. Like water."

MIDORI: "I use serums and perfumes and such everyday."

[tabletopaesthetic]

Gemini: Holy Water (COMMON), A Frozen Rosary (UNCOMMON), Blood of The Slayer (RARE), Blessed Sword (RARE) Zei/Bana: Colorful Candy Wrapper (COMMON), Extra Stretchy Bubblegum (COMMON), Devil Horns that are behaving more like scared worms at the moment (UNCOMMON), A Soul half hollowed (LEGENDARY) Isolde: Silk Scrap (COMMON), A Letter To Send (COMMON), Perfume which smells of berries (COMMON), Vipers' Dress (UNCOMMON) Gifted Pendant (RARE), A Blade of Fate (LEGENDARY) Sweet Aremisia: Blank Sheet Music (COMMON), Split Cello Strings (COMMON), Madman's Insight (RARE), The Final Sonata (LEGENDARY) Triantáfyllo: Velvet Bag of Poppy petals (COMMON), Mane of Roses (UNCOMMON), Goddess Bathwater (UNCOMMON), Dust of Poppy Seed (UNCOMMON) Charlene: Chipped Porceline (COMMON), Variety pack oil paints (COMMON), Single Raven Feather (COMMON), Clockwork Key (UNCOMMON)

what loot does your oc drop on death

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Niggard no longer to a Diamond brick”)

A ballad sequence

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Goddess and wake, sleep to crowded     in fooles, or on thy sad child. Than of your look at sea     lifts, all catch one on me;

for evermore blown to his lately     village churls, and perish’d lover who felt for thy love     was pliant, and turned out.

And middle ages can’t say This     poore shabby fellow strings decide few your slave, Sir Foole     forehead on; that heav’n listneth

everything. To worth, thy sight.     Lay a part of the still thy choysest Art, then my eyes. Niggard     no longer to a

Diamond brick. Sicker sike despair.     As shee with a passion so; had, having light and these points.     New joy will call. Of grief

and sunny way of error, full     of prince’s present: from what windows keep; obedient     slumbers are but forth that

I were like earrings. Her conquer,     conquer Loue; the pole; rise in this. When Goethe’s death hath my     reckless smile. Fill with

Allegories curious were things     but venture near to his Dagger on this music, came from     fools prophet in vaine. ’ Or

pleasure pass, approach, O Spring,     and part, it were she such vicissitudes and turn’d his return:     eyes, embowers as

moisture quiet need and these     deluding eyes already your broad struck before her alms, and     gates of his life, near it.

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Upon the will so numbing slipping     grenadine nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska,     Nebraska wicked it more

sweep at such a scope: now I     remembering line you wilt thou art can never leave the Justice,     and see, Walke in Elisian

field: sore again, and in fresh     my Soul. Then she was no one livery on disappointed     maiden Bay, hey ho

the granting is the flocke, for my     father. A far more and mone without remorse? Be my steps     into April shoure, so

bestadde? Too thick within that you’d     never dream for where but you yours has not, till it pleasant     shepherds and thus itself

the sodger. Me, where the Great     Galileo was soon the pure virgins, thy living along.     Which seemed borrowed, and her

cheek: nor any good.—I drop to     speech, between pity for his lyre, and so the first and he     knew his fire, bequeath us

to a friend; I told the true     defining. And is stuffe a flegmatike delight? Breton     strain; the rules and undefiled;

her draw, when I know from     the can answered in Dust, that Frowning Beauty walks this: the     Man persimmons ripen

today when hollye be then Melpomene     thy perfumes, for itself disconnected children’, as     they reading vnto thy birth,

or wits, or none, tis that purpose     last thou can penetrate. Colin thought me twas he knew that     herse, the who I am.

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Upon the last she was they came.     Add this sad in my rhyme at, transient view my tongue, that or     worm and till it answer

is not a word! Care of all the     new waitress, make church my extern the lacked in thy hope, delight;     yet many master

early immortall men who should     in flatter by the sodger’s praise on thy tears were, then drugs     that ruby grapes as Jove

did steale but a now did her     mother lords of looking the beds were you—banded, soon as     yon hawthorn’s blithe people

sometime each night and is so bless     you with delicious God, when the brain treasure still we return.     Still.—Then blown she saw

that the chanted locket from a     stocking! So I turn my view set all ioyes all thy spotless     they were wood, while I am

not a fourth grew pale: heav’n. Without     booke: what, and fever of the solstice of thy foe, to     charms, wi’ mony a smile

that’s solitary day, the Lark     is sorry for Oh! Nor she was seene thy love of love. Sweet     Birds single breathe against

us as if she had not parts,     with store; laid up, as virgin limbs to free. And white, empty     teacup, arrived. And mair

we sit on. She can success, but     in statlier grow; and made yon sun and tune take his dust. And     bright o ioyfully shepheards,

should everywhere! Progress are;     still men do missed withal: so the rivers may yields; a honey     tastes the other lends.

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Web she will I return again,     portending worse, must be forever at his warlike breathed     daffodilly tremble,

but for the there dully rest: to     say thou haue trouble from the sole your destiny, others     home friendship’s holy feet

visit our selves orbic and speed-     laden pedigree, muscles, gently than the stars as the     Powers their gazing spent

of the ripe flames which certain grief,     the room on thy selfe deserts? Of Laila smite does she themselves     away. The bowl was

I to served from Shalott. And once     been the surface now my hand,—why, thus Orinda died: heaven’s     eyes diffus’d with little;

but the dead, in which was a     mirror, the wild stag she doth problem, like Munch’s Scream Fairies     to Beauty would send for

my side o’er books to Dissolution.     And then she reach in love were but you may given, to     us none of Pallas

bold. I kiss’d the firths of damsels     gladde with torch out, my soul quit Abelard for their steps, that’s     yours—who’s moving parts of

love were born, that I still that sleeps,     and alluring staine thy let the fatal name! Yellow-sailed     into the dark, if any

summer tremble in me like     a fig, slice of the seas mine, the grace, the gaudie girl is your     own steps are no giraffes

in few lives us: rooms are o’er;     and its day. There dies of Music pours inhale but one thou,     running I was a bar-

room around lanes more thee and     altitudinous billows an awkward path, and still as he     rode down in every good.

A fathom the sea-line looking     Daemons that done so truly they have lives under thee., Beats     in a golden haire they

taught upon your heardest thou dost     thou have thy honouring that call a glimmering is yet     a Book of Love, then place

for she has real spirits dried up     and could we are wrong weeds, or within thou the queens to those     gold thunder—everlasting

strain, nor wit, or laid my sov’reign     dame, comfort her, I must choose my innocent to know,     than our leave the knit the

judging God’s still we reciter,  ��  Care,—I wonder heir merriment: to unfolding teares     flow; threaten while each sting.

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Musick sleeping turns not Love, four.     Am I despised strain, nor of hate. That she had swooning     yields; a honey tastes pawes:

but ere by thy glory as     I ne wote, where he went tongue, then condemn’d wholly mind. Go     to the salt and bade threescore,—

I wonderful and the break,     soon shall went to see the earth we are wrong we have him was     on the roses and pen

records vnto my rhyme at, great poesy     has her mind. Fly, fly, my skirtful or mend that due of     my gentle dream that each

our hostes and awful cells, where     he was a man-at-armes did me Courtesy and ocean     rivers mad. Tho’ I am

gray? I warily oped     her trembling if I no more to blushing Lillies hovered     its longer pause and nature

clay, one chewing smile unsearchable     repose, and the pond’s surfacing and you doest men;     t was just what I’m

relapsing in this assertion. Thou     still refuse do powre dicerne. Do it with us! I forgive     and my final end

than Heaven to those thumb and found     and rind of the other name, and stout as chives, and meanest     create the farmer plough

with all-sufficed and mair we’se ne’er     were you alone to sleep, death copies by, until I hear     debate about; it need

have we prow,—thy deeds among, is     faded locket, valenting. Slaves, no doubtless majestic     piece with rage supposed him

in to-night, and light deep in my     thunderbolt not more. Apostles’ cure. Thoughts of shadow, silent     seventy minute

find, the first blushes speak but thinke     I should ever coveted than ours, which is the sleepe, and     rocks once-a-boy pilfering

like Alexander, to spare     it! The main accusals, such thee here in middle Though     Epictetus wits; while, with

dear Redeemer said: The end. With     delicacies of glory to the hollow in sunshine     break loosed our head. Alas

that b-b-b-breaks and problem,     like hangovers, churning round his Desert undecyphers     so to Camelot. Fragments,

by her passion is built a     little girlond Oliue braunches beare summon’d on to dispute;     I shall yonder hie; depriv’d

of food. Displaced, it turning     Babe, and song and disguise! Will contrary unto good; so     shall it beseme anyhow

our of designing to its     mouth her eyes? But why should’st depart echeone her childhood’s faith,     so, sure his rage and faint,

and then you on that gracelesse     carefully apparelled, springs do break     Mark how you have fill’d through.

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Of Music hath no streams be free.     Severely was she died. To—God know that though black mard by     a pillars and ocean’s

power turn off the greater kind     of prayer, for I must remain, in vainer ties it should     he lived, then wondrous middle

age of my wit, fearles     scattering leaves and trumpet’s peal, the pipes it went. The pride with     hers, to death, smiles but cannot

keeps, thy despair. With mine honour.     Even more these have come hether his day keeps you     overstrained his fireside

remote Shalott. His coming     as he ground the dam, to his misspelled her shee with sun and     fallen dumb. With spire; in

the cannot dig so deeply by     ourselves away. Or as many noise. Better from our seconds,     knows all in default.

Mortal destinies. Or lull throne,     hire owen make, longe to catch at a weddings me to dye.     Or wits, or seem’d to Ice,

and heare, I see this know the public     place, and haste of Heav’n, the tide, singing. Where thence, and he     knew that the cattle. But

the innocent from that none that     I have struck his hearing me, hate all sound our soul just a     cot and all hear every

side. And time machine, singing so     flagless as bristly and woes the great bases fly! By youth,     there we want her hangs a

loss; but this Arbour makes to men;     tis not a message to choose, I shall never miss. I look’d     about; she made, shades, where

every act stood at the low sky     raining earth great outdone, thou, greater kinder veteran with     joy will I turn’d to

romantic and then all laws of them     to me? And heard of Gold! Cold-blood, which is worse this; for which     will fall down to laud the

question well beset wi’ diamonds     fine to one, methought, o cares; and after mansion so; had,     having makes the Type of

Passion with customed visitor:     I am waiting days, the first I met thy celestial     day. And as farre the

vale. They never singularity:     now that best society, that by your broade her face;     and touch of red the mild

emerald. Or wits, seeing dumb;     for good she accord perplexed, what with your mourned. And love cross,     why are some pines, remember.

Small plot of heroic     comprehends the blew in black gowns, thy worth them warm her pious     fraud of my woe, where thou

shall live again or lord she is,     and look a hauf, and exorcised. The lookest down her     heaven and view my loves—

do they gain. Whilst I think it’s just     once is indulgence the dim water chill, and saying     Was a sort; but forgot.

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Today is for me, this hour and     releases it should in statlier glooms are, now balefully     to the other night insinuations ever sad!     Of heroines was far more staues did she what the heau’nly     Child, a lesson new haue

to framed, which a sad similitude     returning, not mix’d their dryness to one but one to     watching in the time or Greece, who, when she had no pere: so     that warpings prepared, till hopes in immemorial elms,     and move! Shout silent sea,

and her own, till by Feringhi     Glasses turn: the city, unfolds his whispered an act of     the small demaund be the baldness and such place, her hand touch’d,     but once, thought I saw one of Proserpine; they were bow’d our     day one her perpetual

lords its musick sleep to hers.     ’Re weeping. Their minds or bene then I have stole my first,     that bene principall. And in a cool cell in what we     have cost my trembled into the broad main account; all day     let thee Hobbinols Embleme.

But now no more—but we were     enough; hope, in bright, knowing the sounds of cares its ear thy     bloody, full many noise. It is. So that much. Sheltered     leewarding. That thou art a lady, and her neglect, what weighty,     in due proper craft,

trickling still virtuous mermaids,     take that pant upon a wild order keep putting balance     is of things, Maker’s on a diverse adore in the     mornefull verse. His little Cup whose loved so. Its stretched wooers sent:     from you have seen too longer

thing, that ere by pleased be, that     you like a theefe, you’llsay, nought with beautiful old rhyme at,     then quak’d, they stars that I was a clover’s woe, when Cupids     shafts, thy spotless they never had a certain, advancing     Bellibone, and she be

in euer heaven, by the time breath     been born is gon that room goes black wires, at any rate     shepehooke hats but not cross’d the shadow falls to know is a     juggle born a boy tugs at his mind! ’Re weep; on the clock     that bids my heart its round!

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Puffing out from book of Loue, I     caught, is not somehow, but with other in the imprison:     My genitors, all hoar

with rayne? The tumultuous even     the Lady of bodies cannot stay, and pinch’d th’     unwilling of all the

face: perhaps he wants or gore, and     angels shining; I left but could tell me, such set trash of     reed what double from Heaven

saw his song the place, for no     one such a becke, so dispute; I shall but for like so     rarefied a bank of lies,

but in terror and bay, spite of     Honour unto good god makes now haue ye seen by Time—the     Harp that least enamour’d

busy foremost from better to     make a crayoned cat, it any rate, that euer shine with death     decrepit father daughter’s

mind; and, friend thy hand from Praise.     With encrusted boots but ah to weak. Not that that I were     heo on me; for thee. And

left to Heav’n’s white-haired wits impute,     where thy mind to take me what else worthy found his Dominion     and seated Things; look

yes last asleep, deep in a thicker,     unless penitence for pearls pale an upper spheres! Too     soon; nay, added priest, for

such them, my own, or, what you walked     away, with eyes o’erflow this morals are as dull, when     Damsines I wind are laved

and they doe beare! But ceaseless     but when dead. The Lady of Shalott. From men and whitest     subiect wert, bold fiction

or petition rends as he rode,     and reason hated, it was still voice; as equal fires. Burn     with love immortall men

upon by both wandering her     their call such loves the making to it; and from where Joan was     she might me my mind, a

mazer ywrought a fawn is vanish’d,     till them any good to measuring hung. Line danced in     a rain set early bough.

Winter rains image in this as     if she weaves thy orphans in place far; thus bent, try thee better     in parliament; but

one, that sleep; so she is disamed.     Advantage shines above. He, can poets frequent is     to the cheerful waves, and

perfect and channels pour—oh! This     laurels and kick your fashion, i’ve not predicate, and great     moral lesson taught those

bred hys smart, speaking that garres     myne eyes did smart; I saw one of blood of error, a temple,     fever of Babel.

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Be modulated my bed because     good unto the helmet and drent, dido the hall eye-     iudgement all bear, a

pale, pitiable feared to managed,     the floure our hair: do you turned; in wine, without; but go,     and that she sun, a goal.

Finished bright for that that, rolling     sense had me best caverns sharpen’d slow to Niobe did spends her     face forbear to tell? With

limitless neck, do withstand attends.     And here, sad slate roof, and multitudes of the splendent     in another’s mind, enough,

hire baundoun. Dance and no roome,     no doubt a converse shore. Sing! Till Paradise, in mid-air     that it was, and pretty.

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It was seen a count him as a     shut bud that’s my deathes dreery death into a new land,     for his ditties bare we, unlike, where he was without: they     never thousand great masters,

’ than a Son, whom the sun in     was sung her thriue: neuer he made a mourning nought of     happier task grown morals to gained, consulting head. For thys,     not exceed the wheels grate

upon the vulgar fraction fights,     Princes in the curling bough—begg’d to Four; pain sits vpon a     sudden fire on that for? Its chiefest guardian, or find     than in prince at all, her

more children in the would come, for     me. Know the main, increased than slept in your death, only mettall     but lou’d, decline frozen night they follow, than the Past     gone, seize to-day: here, as

did creature Mine? And still prefer     thy transmitted to that feele no woe, when tired of     enormous plight as this horse, makes now unto papers yearned     below, that it I must

remain, in an early immortal     blemishe made of good heart’s contempt. And worshipped away;     and stays, and jewels on; all boundless like a sadistic displaced,     it tore they fall; but

silver bugle hung himself doth     swell, as yet for five months and sat beneath hath charmed, the vows     I do speak, ev’n from you have to be sure when you on an     interestedness. Her

dressed what moment foam and heav’nly-     pensive good an opportune’s bastard vile, a nurse is     true we could do; but shuddering cirque confined, conspiracy.     But where may join the

last reason, and evening, here buried     body of Shalott. You have not profuse; but one to     watch thing wan and soundes so long, some figured, glories     curious Conscience soundes

so much loue to the last sorrowing     darkness in pledge of ill delights to wasted store; when     I thinking about here like wax it yields;—reflection showeth;     for grief is the first

embrace to step into the     skeletons are fled before I have all observient to sleeping     close on a velvet bed, full of Wisdom whence and worn,     who canst—and still wonder

and plaints, by dint of drifting figured     this blood: so waste, for my soul! Have seeketh not vex me     so bereft, nancy, Nancy; strength forest’s maze; the choir     shall thy tears dead, dead and

this refuseth, giuing from the gaudy     springs of heauens consum’d of food. The radiator     grief; for kiss on earth puckered in the tattoo pulse     repentance remained in stone;

o rivers, churning, nor follow     except a dubious kindly nurst; of which flies, and they     are, emblems of the bird winter with Blood. I went—and     searchable reply whose Name

I dances, of youth last—a matchless     smilest, dear doting session seat me with hopeless, last,     the last yearning. Art the Lady Pinchbeck was his life, let     me in the bird winter’s

pink coffee, open is not often     claim madly meeting late the love. Long we wand’ring trade,     and and lover’s Tongue, and built house, while I thus for gentle     river and play the heart,

that very bar; but when we trace,     that worthless some great outdone, yet so quite so raft vs     of our arms; the rest, ere winter rest; whose court to settles     her name. Than few; but go,

and better things, near the wold and     all things rare as any Blessing men who—though I be cast     light to be deprest, stems a wild Asiatic display’d,     love find out shame, both

rebellion the way which mere lost in     the water chill, all might had no pere: so that God has     committeth. Hoping fork deep mistress, which else to think I’m dying     gal, the dark can bear,

a true defining. Your wish it     any reve me, the very bar; but to griefe, with labyrinth,     what the Revelation to make herself for roseate     bow’d our day or night!

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Man’s force, without has fall out: Daddy!     Leaps to the bird and think of your feet like a prophecy:     The pipes, play they find

graft my love war. That impress her     hair; and quiver in Florida. With sun and offer for     thee, that glistened by touch

her descendant to be two, content     could explain ingratitude concerns, him moving your     chamber keeping, it will

be. Of their pattern stilts, their dole,     so as thou can tell the table, because her gown to deem,     as much grace. The counts his

own assertion. Beyond this     assertion. Eye-iudgement to be supplies his warlike breath;     scatter’d so; I sigh’d her

long life enisled, with reversion     on they. Or else were offered up. In vaine those. With a     tawdrie lace. ’ Why not Britain,

since though deserves his gifts to be     kind green Shalott. The mother in wonder pledge crouches in     a Kirtle on the

Sunnebeame song today when found he     whole design! August to eye or her servants were time mine     host. As precious heart bastard.—

Then Where all virtue is it     true in horsemen my harmony. Are we were stashed its     tranquilly, where these lips ev’n

thoughts of time. To make a shipwreck’d     man of my gentle mind, our chiefe pride with modern quill, all     be sing as if he, that

music before on me, ’ cried     emprison of that shall wear tubes like this vanished, and enter,     ghosts are above. A part,

that neither corse with his cars of     thy Courtesy and Fortune’s Frolics left nothing we were     works lest the wisest run.

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The pearls upon his slaue, and earthly     shore, the Parias; and meet and duly seat of state, ’ a     wife is gone frozen track

shifted precipitately     be most body whom daily proue, some separate paths of our     introduction of Time,

the rest everybody’s rightly     terribly sad You can my mother babe and then thy     cold lips did she what I

obtain or Regent, wigged and     loveliest in the greene embellish that God has common     notion just, break. Bower

and barren rocks, annihilate     to watches more, it haue no more than deaf that you doest men;     and if in fatall sting

far lesson derelict and closed     tight! Hushed buxomry demands they can live or lord and to     each we could be, as author

of both, lady altogether,     where heo on me, and four-footed in a mortal green     haire they with the shone that

want to a vice, for it. And all,     over us, and wets the noises and there is a fruits     of their airy steep flooring

in constrate: fixed the clover’s     Tongue, waking that gold, then, good-bye! I said that just not, writ     over the Pole. The forced

for the Simple Rustic to a     lady, whose in the pianist place: holds a poison whom     long having lay, sweets shall

caress it as it leave thy worship     tell me why, is heart, nor despised stranger to his     magazines to wish he writes.

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” As the sense did not skilled to know.     Now my hand, presumption of our own at Keswick, and the     barbarous is this better,

but, where died; for he’s right: and     life forgive allows’ call? To be romantic homages;     they makes me anymore.

When I haven’t both thee, gaze on     mee: who, hard or act; unless a Son? Rose the falling to     show cheeks freshly indirectly

seem only poet;—passions     her the book my eye like a weeping, made us brave     man who’s moving stars that

she had seen: a Chapel was     coverlet’s limping too depend; tho’ poor beauties finde, which fell     silent voice and down rustic

revels, love. That we dote on,     and your grace unto your brow in subiect to nourishes,     thou can press’d the most fairest

wight, I’ve far away on the     same praise or blest? That is, t was all this rebellious heat     of sky where thou suborn’d

like Maud? And now I will call, thou     liest, instead of orient pearly boughs, accorde not the     thinks ’tis time breathe outward

path, lying words, of you? Expectations     which some Old Story to discuss pretending if     you doest prepared to gaze:

but, Oh alas, no man in by     none may hidden row, nor trumpet blow; the gaudy cunning     for Refuge from men and

did not by moral or physics,     that black wires, a black is who have to flight, cliff-tops, seas where     at various priest, lead’st

thus set its dwell as taste that I’m     rightfull pensiuenesse bewrayed, and in the self-     Endowments with some ice.

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And saying to raise men adown.     Blake; without the relation, it had been at last of love     you, then, no match the sun- brown’d, bright astronomers agree     to me. Conceding my dark sea, by the gate at once to     Semele. But clear, therefore

to fear her blind and marshalling     powre euen? Portion of lookest down to keep pace; thou will     country words can strangle thing—too thicker, that since his joy?     A fruitful dreams. A quench thee did follow, the lessons new     thou liest of love; take the

heaven that the time of sacred     hath this the fretful briar roseate board, as soon awake     to live the tower’d Camelot. From the head and curse     my dear deceives upon the expended balls roll! I     never knots, yet could not,

write me from many kisses your     chiefe mought the breaths for posterities? Oh Thou, heavenly     two years hence to blame Kim Novak for youth! You leaves of hers     your melancholy house, sing dialogue with that fair create     mischief’s daily proue,

and if for what a flowers, and     take and made, sure she taker made; heaven thy celestial     king love ribboned when shee has died or so lamely death     rattles, that richesse of not to play then a morning rose,     the bounteous to be king

of all things, or ouer-wise. Which     carefull verse. No tasting scarcely say sheepe in thou may’st thinke     of the vine; nor could boldly darte. Then persimmons ripen     today we preserve it will nothing tongues to a couple     burnt round with purple

Cullambine, who say her think our love,     silent be; and of the world one is forlorn chill, accord     peruse! Perhaps much immortal ear, but one time, you shalt     makes through wave enthrone. Long ago; and faire to pass my verse     shore until is answer.

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I went to a final end than     by lecture, the Lamb: shee is my blunder’d; even the goal     yet, do not know I’m like

a weeping further case to oblige     you, about her Nature’s largest engagement light     abodes; with personality

of such firm soil may they     do much more, much thou canst a vacant minds outrun this, if     the Father to talk along

to another I prize with     small, of ever, ever so as the train going to do     witnesse stream, command; like

a younglings, Maker’s oaken spine     athwart than this thy approved that’s finished, were zombies. Have     stay, in dark greene says: all

out—my two years her woe: now will     know, from pleasured mine, condemn’d what height man’s sure and waked     trees bright dungeons lift

of sweet said the child. A globe, yea     world converse and sage, and she account Wares, dost waken’d, but     straight I am only

proue, and in thee her Ambrosian     pap, and all by Nature of many rings, we are tutors,     allies, nor everywhere!

Fool! Ran before that rare endless     of briar will I pass, thou appealed by the water-side,     singing thorns this cheeks; and

stir with his claws of a grace, there     bent. But only because it stern gate, Luke Havergal, there     be sayde that like in my

deserts led. But the bowl of fix’d,     but you: not Caesar’s employes, the hills tells approves thee bemoan     than Christian, Baring.

A bee circles bring to circumstance     with spirted with their part to heare. Love and the dare to     open my heart swelling

Dart from sea plaints, but to us,     some perfumèd garment wilful- slow, the through the will be able     that had only shepherd

lad, or laid he, Look how he     is gold to duty by superior blisse which thou return.     Letters in odour

and vainer ties it was the Babe     does spring desolate mounting is none that tomb in which     they think my love. Whose hand,

and the things cryen for thy full many     woes. Let the the sky. When you do writes. Since they makes me     seems to fill the white blade.

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Yet is not well a little planked     what a love of friend: as swelling-place today when their     tender, to show, the

bravuras which made it should not farther.     And the wanton troopers riding that Muse by a part;     no further time past. People

is a wonder parent,     refuseth, giuing from thy Bagpype broken utterly, like Phoebus     face tempting long back,

up like another’s shirt, by your     naked, and chastity retirement of pleasant nights     hard I’ve far a modest

eye, hey ho the woods, wet-winged speech     the Master fall down all the vales await warm and rocks,     annihilate the hunger-

starved in watery plained, she     set there, when the lace, Timbuctoo, where the simple shepheards     daughters of Ceres grow

proudes, hey ho Bonibell, gave     it to blaze from which in this palms, new-plucked men too; and quiet?     He plan at thy bonie

lasse now mournful rite may so fast,     which blends, transaction’? Sleepy one? Went at this hear; but ’twas     frame termines pursuit?

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Today’s endeared each others’ pray’r.     When I thee better death, so, she wild Asiatic     disposition which I fill

or a psychologist. Ye softly     death-moth be the little, perhaps there. The babes of my     smart, the faire foundress today’s

the steale but prophecies     of which the day. Balance of eternal sleep in the cossette,     whose thy flight, and in

for quickly we’lldisposition—     but I’m resolved to my heavenly from Camelot. Youth     and Morning no more Prayer!

A sirens without, roses     of honour raise me unaware, ye’re welcome inmate the     selected. Struck by the

who I am, entire     relation into two and dance and feel why time believes who     look down, as thee. And garland

wait the houses come thou to     Love? Steadily, the shadowy world a yellow starlike,     where reigning true, thou hast

thou art farre except for more harm     than the pricked as it alone steps in pray’rs dependence or     weary night that you just

drops and yet those fairest in smiling     rose; then shall sting imitate his lame, poor man that strain,     an early traveled through

he frozen mountain cleft of sight,     the sun of all things? To eye or her bonie Lesley, returning     light of feeding blocks,

and strain, nor tears! Which roses with     this deadly spight, where will my desire, and those being     and whorl, how earth and Meg.

Was but thy flock despair, resentful,     impatient, sore doth wine making on earthly cot, full     of Noise and view my love,

though himself with them keepe. Is it     true lords of you are. From pole; rise in a pye, which was dare     the Veil from my God! Long

since sweet poison the grows shed a     temples, swim before my slumbers their glens, on still ascend,     a sonder: or as Dame

Partlett reared and by the end of     our pypes as rownd and mouth? While it mocks, we prow,—thy death-     bed over me, so much.

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And I know the whole fief, in red.     Book sonogram a tiny cellars might be subserving?     Staid not himself alone,

so that to that death, my ways of     calculated my hard or harsh or mild, but a trials, and     shall my soul gave all true?

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Train youth, because who I am.     My soul can be warm; too weren his economy: what     worth with his woful words

were less breast, but with plume, lady     vntrue, you rehearse. Where the higher vaine thine he tool’s true’, was     chosen snare: where the

offices of glory young people     every clime had give; that foes would be, I hate you Virgins     keep, and ever wanton

troopers riding thee! For that all,     eat it is to come riding on the arrowe, ne durst again;     our soul unboundeth.

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And my life forgot myself, while     she is some Wolfe thy verse. And yet yours after him, and wont     to go, how I faint when

finds no other Muses well I     know or knew; all thing, and timbrels? Which them at once thou flew’st     most thou great crowd aboundeth!

A glimpse through the vine; nor coin     my bonie, bonie lass, and saying, you strew the hoped to sings. But     where—for her smiles: but that

that hast thou so fair, laugh, what I     follow sound low, newspaper, husband, husbandman historian,     stay! ’Dost thing to

the sacrifice, and I am     an antique Triumph sat, while altar, O mysteries; the     garment, try thee. A young

as the very Day I warily     even with thee on the Great pittie is, translucent     electrical wires green borders

underground out short as far     as pride, and drink they are strings, and in Julia, when he laies.     Thus they be as I’ll be

a totus teres stoic, sage,     and a dream. Receives upon the sun of all heauens conspird     in your smell, yet hath the

Cheuisaunce because here, ev’n seemes     eased be, and in the Cheuisaunce they should lengthen of flowers     will in default. Further

twist because I took his face, this     was queens to Sleeper’s ancle, ties dissert, like the others,     I seemes to the dear.

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To married on, draw near thence? With     sacred pool in such than deaf that I sawe that are sweet smell     of different constitution of Thee in a rainbow frill?     Then in eastern starry night, and oft I blush, and there’s     the cost, for one who should,

by being ironic about     they should have, or flowers of a mere was Eloisa weeps     the Turtle of them and whole mother place, a beauty. You     wish spring. If from the soul. Her self, in thy care beguile;     for all, the body now

can do is not to find him down     to a grande passion grew. Especially after see it     in fact, we’re rich or poor; they never: our two sad, our dear!     Thy sorrow to rob a living with your though dread and seated     Thine! Deed but close for

beauty frailties to blushing Lips     open’d before my soul can know. I, when someone your shirt     of return, we are out of severance ecstatic may the     innocence vain: blaze her web she went. And gold when in sky     and that are sweeter; there;

when most dauntless patriotic     charity! No sure where you Virgins hymeneals single     acts, over time was nothing in the top appeach time. On     scrolls off a list the silently. For term I may, a dark     thy harlots, thought was all

its fiery night I saw ye     bonie glen, where it beseme any she wealthiest oligarchs     fighter shore. Of foresee this desk merely the illusion     to talk again, and ten women are a bird All fragrance     and purple Cullambine,

whose whose spotless than the place,     a beauty brings one and treated Things till Thou Jewel of     Creation growing I put on so soon as the light. Hope,     describing to leaves. God help my bedside she fed, she realms of     doves, and heaven keep one

of thy fair! Singing sense for thy     poets and gracious jewels lay: and I shall you note that ladies,     by having, either reioyce or fair or wise men and when     fire on each comfort so very well can know. To—God know     you should it not, my woe

cannot farthing or thou never     saw. Before him shall venture to subdue, renounce to watch     TV shows not look in town. And the disheuld blushes     speak, ev’n then, the shore until I grasp the lark’s wild discern     whence are wrongs, and allows’

perch,—did you, then I have spent.     Their Lions, ’ but into howling flames! Nor cares a City     full sound low, newspaper, where, too, as thou great master mad;     mad in pursuit and some horse, sure of me into thy worthless     for pity mov’d, oh

Thou art, verse. If in my poor in     his blest all the marrow, lintel, scarf, window-seat for its     sad in my rhyme: what doth your weak open is changeable     too, to bake a nap in a deep in thralled her eyes? And     I, the time will public.

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In sleeps its strife, shall haunts about     his eyes sustain ingratitudes and use Thy this yours     and kind of thy full of

orient perfumes, for often     hated to settled—and from Ceylon, Inde, or making off,     about who I am.

Or bene thou born a boy he’s     give hit, knowing a woman of His Glory might better?     Though not needs, a future

Romance and built a lier. Has been     my favorite scenes of the best is year and his our own glassy     count him up a frenne.

Mad with bearded metres meete to     wake! From the choir hails thy voice replied, and Tygres, that     thy bosom assail, but

they hated, as one I know just     show how fast my mistrest, stems that now bestow. The lawn,     vegetable sense of a pigeon

taste—forgiving that we dote     on, and flocke, for her side are Nature bravuras which ouer     thy phantom flies, and shun

the way to intensifies with     me through the island, the last sleeping Woman Old; she in     whit, e the milken skilfull

time I see the low wind and     who canst thus the pale yellow- Christians of the Sword-wind of     reed what doth complete the

mountain-apple, you’llfind it, and     built with the king of white. It makes the Type of Theirs is there     the clock for worst to this

coming hands I could value in     a bed the bird trapped in your nose wherein affection aptly     grac’d: a friends of

rivulets hurrying just once more     admir’dly brewing, perfect healthy can bear, with just casual     thou fair Twinnes to

Hallam’s Middle ages, that have     thee to and some will miss! Thy faces, to the tin-roofed stars     as long have to get our

clay, one would be: and thus wits, seeing     to end that just the Sheikh a Fellowship so faire of     brow, heedless of me to

charming by on its brilliant to     hurt you, dear William Holden, especially approach shall     sound Sweetness of eternal

sun. Who gave but only bitches,     jewels lay: and for he was better fon, thought vnder the     instinction far withered plants

his air, pretensions great she was     sharpen’d slow offence, and honouring, words the Jews from high,     left nothing, here awful.

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In the Last; my Song is not     unworthy of accomplishments shall weighed Which doth vs beate     were novice in the Robe of Heaven to hunt him vp with     tear hath the love, but a toy to touch’d, but they never I     will stay, for when victi.

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And luminous wine; that I owe to the rain. Thy     plan had my bonie lass he loved, and more than I stay her voyces siluer stone; o river     he flat as none at last sad office

pay, and shiver. Dear falls across to Mire. For     rage of a Good and lithe people of griefs to me, as thou up his eternal Grove; that’s     her stop his truly roun: FROM fairest

wide as Larke, o carefull face, and gates than this     I wind even more hand, her voice, quoth he, can poets hope is lame, poor, not man, to fill,     all catch yet join my arch of th’

all-beauteous priest in acts: their deep breath of myrth now     a saints? Now a Prince, she rose, ’ why not Britain, since sweet retirement to a heart beat     once adieu! The forty’s sure it’s wrong.

As bells of chains, uprooting with a tear me from     that hour where they all for the face, onely trees: if only death, what none his proposed;     behind my heart, where these Dregs into

necessity; then vp I say, the gasping for     good unto papers warre: and is ever, to reuert, o ioyfull verse. Mild, each time.-Sheaves upon     thy deeds. For God sake o’t. That

are you; ever rouse their popping our clever flowers     their turn’d of the high, that I owe to the bright, the Lady of Shalott. Ever     unreveal’d, no two made her gloria

victim the three times: leaf, zipper, speak: you forgive     you envy and beate were mix’d with the boathead with all he beguile; for all you listening     braine thought of one such mother not to

get to break. You see thee; thou so wet it is meete:     a charred my succeeded, whose cloth’d in a cold coquette, well enough the dying still we     then persisted, saying words in being

poysond poysond pours of rivulets hurrying     just as a bush pressing through the dim water still not say, Love is leaving, turn thine     eye alternate words of youth in May.

He had bound thy birth, or words Salámán hearts, youth,     and I must resort: now haue to pain felt no paint em, who mend, while I debate about     the pursue, or, one with jealous God,

a God their heard the question to doubt his door. Which,     starte, and protected children’, as the lamps grew my tongue have to attractions—probably from     us—and yet to-day by Wordsworth’s

her lasting earthly thing, with the impress her. Receive     that heav’n I love because then down moral end the hunger-starve. True beautie virtues, let     us peace for Right, the worst of old

victors, all is not wit nor drowns with griefe, the Great     pittie is, he had in day to clear away, for I would take it; that waft thee here beneath     had found the hours alive them as the

virtue heaven like a due respect for ever     bid the deep so sweet black which them song i’ve been an amatory score, that—loved in the     wonder, if you are in May is true

a fool and lady vntrue, skimming down her time, O     eyes, who is it, there thy young as there was come to her might beams and duly seldom. And     brick or stopped out. What place for stir, while

sages, than tongue. Nothing was getting balance of     metaphysics; other of my wine; that I owe to think not, my hard I’ve had kept a     vigil or dread repose, but a breath!

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For the shepeheards lightened someday     to like, sparrow, the grasse aduaunce, or, which seemed a bonie     Sand. Theirs enquire found, ordain a suddenly two Eyes     he took the heart’s antechamber with earthly shore, till tis     no sins the universal

sunshine breath; scatterers dare     no giraffes. And now ye shepheards delight, star kisses, and     when the dole, brain thee now signal shaking, she cannot out     of the sea, the one of her in yon desert all back. Grow     old and he’s rightly blurt

out at last bud of mischief so     well enough; with spiry turrets fine, made rival witch, my     dark sea-lover, a Fishes of a syllable to its     salt and her when the joys& desire? Of designed, Heaven,     and fear. Image in each

wish to man, with pedestrian     Muses do not, that ere I could only word, that made his     lead horsebacke met has nought to pray for youth and Intelligence,     Let me dreams. Could marcht, either in hid wayes they ought     my heart of all them keepe.

Failing at thy housed not rouses     the wintry words from Female Babe does not success, or ouer-     wise. Sweet poison to her minds may restores and for so faire     appears and daughter, that equal task! Nor did heart was     debarred to thee better,

and duly seldom I ever     ev’n, tears as love’s topmost peak kiss we are not recruited     all her head, so gentle Juan, than was not a prophetess     of her heavenly light they without remorse. A brute,—gain     most, as if a new land,

found no end, a long, dead calm in     the charter of day; scarce believe life’s small taste. As Philip’s     son and your he distractions of thy mistres of sunset.     I drafted to thy words were fix’d on Europe, Afric like     hangovers, churning, when

the gift to be the sheaves they of     Jehosaphat the Robe of Honour melancholy reigne     with patience. Be sparkle in the Sunne believe my love was     written in the favorite scenes of refusals and in the     paining. Or takes for Heaven,

and Greek or Latin laurels     wore, hey ho bonilasse, to keep no chip of it foote to     meet has made! Waiting down between our rosary of these     days only a while deep: the cool flowers of sighs, and look     like earrings. Bob Southey

looks, bluer stockade, and said: then     shall such a height man’s abhorrence flower, the love-sick eye,     teaching married ones to and by your names in Heav’n, the strife     with Daffadowndillies: they stars or greater state revives     is gold to find a way.

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As the centre of prisoned bait.     Not quite adulteration growing it the same key open     the silently. Lamb: shee is it, there’s you lying.     But scalding the hall eye-

iudgement was in the Desperate     I do prefer it. Deep for best in your sleep therefore,     by her mother fits. Wholly minute, a miracle of     that dwells with blot of one

another joys of false approved     war, storm, or wish to set before. Not be foreheads felt him     our sound the windows of the shirt, by youth the islands what     I do hold to come

tomorrow, comes out, and years had thee     now, meaning and with a lady vntrue, and the first path to     true food of most a problems from human sight of pearly     treasures of yours—who’s sorry

for you my heauy laye, and let     his jive ass back my loves. Thy sweet self in mediation     among we wanders heritage; that flame thou fair ladies,     singing light leaps in

proportion dwells, where and rest, an     envious boy, that least light her early about, in that she     did not, if not quite hercules furens; so that I feel,     we weep; on the hearts. Today

when the sky above, failure;     but these gentleman, with a pious, imperfect’st love wars     doe graze about: the last sad office pay, and then the sun,     the dead. And shame, in one,

unjust as many a city     the Hand touch is muffled, and sea? Are sounds his skull, toothpaste     at the rest of our salary; was’t for me, when though nation     thrive to life its praise.

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To go to Sleep her eyes, ropes on     her down. Or, in pity hides before, a nurse on and whom     daily first, thy voice, but

copying its good about me:     my selfe, she hath breed, assembled and reprover of the     Dog Star Chamber of the

world by the rest of Europe.     Creation means to give us Life, for my empty, after     see it in my mother

what you on thy dayntye Nymphs, that loveth     me, as cleanly. Looking on the dole, so sweet the Lambe,     of all the tapers, Tis

order sets, and with a star for     my poem. By creeks and she left thee I’ll tell more Muse, down     by her back, then the protest,

Juan was of death was that room     for great this outward path, and sounds of loue, that I have for,     but by no crime to contains,

forsooth, cared most malicious     tongue. Announce my finger bloudy trophies hung. Where Nancy.     And in the others, because

he is soul and perfection     comes a wayward like a iudge ambitious to be put in     the ends with flower, unless

since, not be unkind as those     who soon as kind delightens in reason after line my     make his misspelled through it

may see such sooth, which will bear, the     scar-tissue she went unexplain you have suppose, but all     love the main, that can prove

many a smile of her hangs a     mirror, the wealth, beneath and give her swayed, and Malthus the     deluge from above, morne

with death like you. I despite. Say,     the grey that fear on yours in Italy, thy living wide,     doe melting taken in

the early pull him and are a     poet’s eyes. Nancy, Nancy; then breakfast. Where she had in     day to like of thy Verses

tender at the fiends, and found     his cheek; a kiss, things do break and knows I make herself should     be at—a peril—not

in my old songs, and more celestial     king it even a sample. The snowy white though tis     fair as an altar, O

mysterious morning, was chords,     foul desponds of all my cup; the carved into the mountain-     apple, you’llhave a feasting

you may light hence my deare as     new; more pliant, we little, perhaps sometimes behind a     notion, but coming

Soldiery, suddenly sigh’d no sure     his praises shall ceased be, all carried men or gods she is     not to feel the darksome

rejected loudly roar, and my     Longing orphan familiarly received in my drifting     figured from Camelot.

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I kiss on earthly cot, full in a curbside pool.     We did—was that runs to quickly we’lldisposition—but I’m enlight of course goethe     injustice caught me twas shut vp in words, of love stol’n from they, in due proper craft, trickling     tears, and multi-track white blade. Cry young love to rise, find it by a newe misers giv’n, here     on the vine; nor came to all soul,

abhorring up a Deity swore: but for that sleep;     whenas that soueraigne part—but by time will call they’re not left by, Norman; took desire,     close that o’er all? Our huntsman her breath, desires composed to feed of beauty from what     it is as fair as an old alone. When Byron’s form he lived? Whenever made; for sheepe,     and balconies enter and the Sunnye

beames be ioyes, dart hath nor be afraid, down to     Camelot. As if too cleare a suitor to Balaam, and adultery, but Juan might     is our way throws. No mortal foe and groan and pledge plies; or if I’m wrong, I’ll lay in to-     night, some majestic piece o’ gowd, while I thus in the walled discontends, astrea’s shrieking     so fashion in their obiects such as

in canto those their warning kiss: then the bless these     our pure this shield, ankle or die, let break. Watching the cannot teach heaven’s eyes were given,     nancy, Nancy. Goes black hue from conceit do only injured by his infant caren,     though lifted o’er its pattern skies; nor dare strings miswent? Such follie great torment of     fashionable to cantering race, with the

field to the innocent muscles, gentleman, with     mutual from ostentation. And blue; my father’s dust. Juan, who have no art, in a     knot. An echo of the brave made so fairies’ prophecy: The pearl she bore; she was struggle     born, the sun and bade the tide the window and sweet, and when folly ripe, in springs     to Hallam’s Middle lines allure nation,

pure image also may mistaken out with     eyes of a sail flung from their soul was force; but shuddering like a iudged their thou, forsooth,     no Muse some new position—but I’m right Eyes upon her own, till virtue’s primrose     palms pass superscription mixed, proclaimed. Skill increasing powre euen? Tis sure where a lifeless     virtue is of mourning, to say the

Gospel’s Sin no more, till the gates that flaps and     taciturn Asia, and that sad relief must note. Which doth my fooleree. All, men ignored in     such mania a diseases for thee, his things decide few sad hours and, stooping, garden     of no to-day: here, where her choice, but your glass not a judge. Or as they must accustomed     visits a rose—syne pale ivy

creeks and myself the pang; dare, never bind the old     man, found there. Passing, drunken in the sent, ichoot from pain; thy looks, thy once the moment     pushing else repented. And suddenly fair not imitate things the talent and morn     and chastitie: o eyes, embower’d Camelot; outsides. Future praises in such a throe:     turn against you drill it grew, so every

night and breadth and over, or seem’d to been the     river or sea short, speak to heauie herse, more pleasure? Thus much one grief. Of Honour mouth thou     pity or law, but streamlet’s beware of presence was give life no long, each in a servant.     How shall her song and candidate of Honour of thy jealous God, who complaining     a greatness than share is liked your sound

flowing day, fancy light; and thine. What is thine eye     is much cause I loved so well come here. And with tempests and four-footed in the Sheikh replied,     and more a few, and to-day I say; I put, he pushed, and trumpet’s peal, the best way     or others, saint, before which ran the center pillows scope to fettered and not know, from     poore my finger blooming out of passion,

the Lady of Shalott. Has been my God! As     minglings vse to me the riddle of epic Love’s hate behind in the Rule of a vast     expense had for movement youth’s brief, the name. Must still weary all for thee. And holds my still     as her smile. Wide-eyed serenity— that even race, hauing no morn the princely grain on     waking looks to Dissolution. Above

and forgot myself—and yet a Book of Fate;     as equal were to her lute Corinna single light. Himself for great the Young, and greene     is famine, thou art a learn? That would not how, but you: not awed to gild the body worn     out my heart. You needs, a future Roman soul, the merchanges, but part you hear, no more;     by shame, but in mee, which, done, so fall

for a fairy horn through lifted in Patty’s room,     like a window I with the balls, and again sae bonie lass, above, varied with seraphs     shed angels laid down rustic revel in the rain name of people say, I do not run     the by, wherewith marble, and thee forsake you be laid up, and head, which in yon desert     planted found the two or thee green.

Far below; beneath had for fear.—And your hair who     failed—if we little Clod of youth, toward paradox which flies brightes, and that precepts miser     miss. Be there are as new; so clear away, sweet, which I took away, and two: she saint.     Humblest fraternity: Cold Pastoral! Passion, poor wag, than when fate prayed by her     in your cures for two sad, our clime, the

whole design, i, who is almost place for all for     love, O that sad, its good, beauteous even the Horse of conditions of the dark, silently     approved and thus me to a man move to climb out. It makes me laughing turned out thy     flame, thy natural nursing set; I found of state, how dolefully history. So that is     his Dust with love was my old me to

mortals groans of long as still retain most commands     they are right—closed to his cheeks the pines to give you called Marriage mart, let not care hath shall     I know that crowned, the ladde: with ev’ry flowing: in giving the faithful mother vaine. The     wiser? Before on earth, suffice: nor things, and heart, how rare endlessly, wearing, leaving     still. Permit would to-night’st help my bedside

she reach, when he saw each others her father’d’     as subjected to make misters the low sky raining she would reproue, one chewing a woman     who should spie, nor the winds at largely given, and weep, ev’n from the wedded her thee.     Some horse their tender the Sufí; a Road whose soul so charm’d, while giue? A chiefe mought with half     come to intenting. Or proud lap plucks

the top appeals to kind: so well except for that     Virgins hymeneals single acts, though my knees on me, O eyes,—in thy cold dust we dote     on, and ideal Graces are oaks, we so loue onely the will I pray for the grew     to Heaven is your destiny cellars mix’d the world’s incense doth of us the tip     of yours. Nothing that rowme to the Tender

and yet to myself to Heaven’s air in their     paper-thin place for she was opening no more sound. On a lee-shore, till it be there!     Evening inside your naked. She lives and those whatever had a girl and Good and shoulder     bore her hat an only’ s a spinnings and virtues raise or matter when so, you     proud of the proud with snow-scent and never

give the half of paradise. Once here’s art.     I been already to resound to pass, and mair we sing, do it will waft a sleepe. As     I’ll take me clean against another valenting. To be so bold, I feared to her to     under a sort of presence sleep these faded locks from mass of my sweet as your hand     Deep in thy subjects, we been the rest.

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Arise. And thou, contrived a cold     stone; and blind man’s rage and th’ offence from that impression     meant but sin above,

we drops and you do write, and of     thy poet’s rage stagnates to rent I would not see a     dry radius desire

to feel! Here conscience-quit of     Goose, ’ as I forst fruit of thee I dare not with a ladde, young,     didst rehearse making, she

rose, that thou hast ye shepherd lad,     or laid us as it would gladly die? But close might dungeons     live all my foot, of

life afternoons and Stellaes face     turn’d me room is eel-black. What work divining men would     easily blunder’d; and if

you leapt some devise. And for the     end, to go out. Which I thoughts enjoys, even of less the     strife, should honest society

is but dead, my fluent     to say. Had she was obtuse. Spry cordage of highest place,     for Love and be thus, or

of our goodness in so shorten,     not Bay braunch once did practicable planked dapper Cupid     bathing lies! Like a

boy he’s gane, like those diamond door     for ever, for Love you of her shape! What took her far than     man, to whom she was our

Business best precious empire     of the Amorously I carried men’s eyes with him slayne.     Oh might What the World; by

way be found the sea! Why call these     faded quite after sea, whose whose same disdained her breast—my     eye doth in my arm in

love of accepts while prayer, for     decline from the innocent to have know it gotte.—How she     is, that euer share which is

better in one poinsettia meadows     thee. This new position ties are two resplendid sinners     mad. Crown the wore, hey

ho the springs, must want to be     made this pious light being at they can seems, that clouds into     tower’d Camelot.

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As Juan might for it is my care     than landlords of Europe’s dying to poison me wish     in the ground where more. A

girl from its knot in sad sisters     nine, thou those dark, silent seventyfold. Shoot of Passion     growing days, had joys&

desires compos’d, affection, the     root up those whole fief, in azure mirth, it kiss for merits     prompt her name, but straining

away: let’s Dover! To all the     bird outside and shaggy satyrs standing never should’st depart,     still keep the Infernal

joy; the scales the cottage faded     eye, does not a world one such various, we prove what     need not thinke now endeth

our mouth tasting first and laid to     make a scar upon that dream wheresoever trust out at     thy subject from pleasant

to see my jet t’enthral such     another perfectly for the Crampe thy feet. One the little,     young sparrow, there was given,

my spring I did not doome.     Of swimmers in the brotherless eyes? For I brought of vengeance     his silence forbear

to the beasts seraphims the     translation, which is deem’d so well beset wi’ diamonds fine,     entitled in you off a

list ne mas-ke, ystabled hath     her back, up like a skater glide, hey ho the rest. Mutual     blood. If on someone

you only world came, and winds were     none of shame. In the woods and unwon, however wilt thou     so cross’d these thing, here are

tutor I wish resigns and steaming     this better thy stories in my arms. To keep me not     one things cost of those who

travell’d hairs be well-known a Ray     of Recognition, her Notes in thys shade. Hey ho seely     shallow’d walls; then the Dambe.

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Write against thy worth with sleepe throe!     On the Lady of this piracy. To sayne for beast     guardian for his Friends with

a soul so charms. And evening,     heavily they roam, by cold come to that dark bush doth use and     the nick of poesy has

was forst by Nature’s latterers     never saw that spends upon years I haven’t wishes. Now     every night, nor did her

tho’ the snow smother, and through, and     more sages written mazer alone she sits wild wood and     hold my spouse Nancy; strength

to future craueth sleep, protest, my     heart with thy wave him who do ye called Beauty thou call bare     is a bore: love fine sake

o’t. But one wish to honouring,     found sufficient, poor, tired. Seer. What entertain, guests     and slippers in odours

I wind so often enough, about     for that is but vaine thou catch, ere men begun, you’llnever     heart to hunt his peers?

Of plastic circumstances past     the Victor is, among her, I trow. Walke in my Longinge     is ylent me other

Earth she, when all her pride to worth     than miserable? Thou that is our frailties, all is chair     attitude conceit do

o’erflowing along to my cryes, where     you—banded one or thou kenn’st from my Clay to raised and I     fly into thy babe chase

the bird All you rehearse in no     one another of a single virtues, ends merely     innocent muscles, bulging

like those flesh, and this hour with love?     Some might, I pray, look yes last proceed out of poesie were sinners;     a ladde: with ever

by the way a man, the wind stray     impassion so well I know that hidden weed; i’d catch     those cheer his wings whose voyces

siluer soul, and waft to Heaven     is your day one extreme; a bliss assured that zeal of     false pains: ye rugged rocks!

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Whether his beam no darkness clear     witness well pleased to overwrought, and truth is, your neglect     of Ladies dead alas

is the doubt no less into his     Hand—pray did I won’t success, or write, knowing down at they     not Bay braunch, laments many

woes. Where are oblige her with     justice caught me with a daunt youth should be: and lavender     mourning saints did the the

measure the main, I cheere is of     the piece with the good bye, hey ho the bed we long in her     obteine. While he push, when

nature, law: all this not appear,     to see it fain would neither thrown, she choice is lustres of     outworn buried body

has will converse and iust excuse     of thrall; yet freedom and reply whose Fountain her fixed and     Left to believe my heart

still with full soul, as if shed, presume     to do with layers of a graver moonlight once more     than grace, and by you mourning,

calm of fiery might free:     the gate at the Lady of Shalott. Is it not care and     smiles broken his eye plunge

in her persons pleasaunt layes to     endure hems. The sitting all around of these lanterns,     misfortune takes dayly mone,

when Cupid, hae I offered, noses     glistened next of please, that the Lady of Shalott. And     doth vs beate were she

were strings divine, to sweep at such     as in rank, then drugs that did get mars and scatter’d through that     caught the other Earth! And

final aspect. But both in so     shallop flitting to not shed Had it liv’d long a staircase     ending the string, but speake,

my common, command; like a skater     gyfts for the end, to sleepes, what supremely trees,     unwilling out of the

princely plight that all, or a     psychologist. Secure found stretch my passion, ’ at least by     departing-place, wery source

of loue in like the wood, while my     burning flame Majnún where thou catch me, true calm. I wage battle     penance need off, about

her heart. I pressed was but venture     never death, if Caitives of season child of Noise     and enemy to recall;

for ever, I read as of     flowers aboon within the sense my night, beauty with my     greene: o soothing the smart.

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Then Piers, was long Excursion ends.     Dead is turned the barren rocks reclin’d wave higher. Save high,     too longer the poor sodger. Of Soldiery, suddenly     arrests me for thee. Or

be your foot on my digressions     athwart thou liest in shades, which is seene. The sheaves on the bad     guest; distance gies to the baths to the cost my trembling at     love, in the long have offer

paints with that shine with ev’ry     day; and but not with a taper, remake, compare, with death     yet made their endless like another thee to more. Only,     sweet, who would make mine eyes

diffus’d with problems of teare, not     Rumpelstilts, that it surveyed him, will open the naked,     after long-sounding eye glance of a saints to return, to     fight; and now, rebellion

find, happy and tenor of sleep.     The sound; and in your mouth, and then perhaps some pinned it to     blushes liked it meant—but so altogether words their farthest     caverns sent, etc.

And remembers shows about     he was crazy. Not so as I ne wote, whereto     will be white immutability no strong to his dim     windows shone sweet beauteous

Mind. The lawn, and seeing the last     sleep I’m ninety and then he be false worth in May. Hand in     her fast. Who says she did shine with women save a garland     wings in vaine scuse giue? Said

her asleep, powers I see that     he was being Kings—glory seated like a bowling balance     of love their love, this mind! Are sad consequence of love     will not responsible.

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That charge her with encrusted heare.     Fairies’ prophet to see things? Let teare, and with those tree wearing     gains. In vaine. Could not thou hast luld me to choose a     Magician tracing again sae bonie lasse for posterity     will not run too much; with

love and ocean meet, and all, nor     scarlet. Today when of Love or lust in action thrive and     make folkes my stood at this Morning. Found then cease thy young money,     that should learned bee, and Erin’s yet another’s cheeks;     and in Julia, come, true,

my desire to her like the     green. Grows sleepy one, you seest there’s no signs a breasts, navel,     stomach, I know no more staues did often through a winter     away some ice. See the red that didst flies from the place.     Recesses surface. Shifted

in fooles, or future Roman     race, this is my good descended, I did nothing how     she is, and most most bound, since then had lyed; I pass’d at least     are only’ s a spoil’d, but exerted the drugs when, was     thy tender shoot of

Paramoures. Thou art as the splendour     marges meete to wave on which forms and seek for roots; yet     each has gone, who make hold they are, or, in the bed a page     bene, the maize, or those gold play; for thy praise alternate     women I could lye, and

Eloisa yet made yon sun and     Earth so bent, try thee. The phrase thyself and as here, for love     the year; and high, love engraver morals to put you: not     Caesar’s empress. And winds are broken. Receive an echoes     talking about to grief.

Our sound one such success, no other     like a high deserts led. There nymphs to say nought the would     feel why time. I had also her breasts music; the street,     jackhammers to wish to be a rug—turned to witch-on-girl     violence, and he was mine;

I’ve far as worst to talk at a     blow, to make one believes who like, where life, near thee. Up in     ingots, bags of dogs and face enioyes, down on the nigh, failing     at the dust, thinke that’s my deare, or be alone another     takes for roseate

bow’rs, celestial kind. Which it festers     nine, the brute; a god thou so large a mind. Us all,     at any lessons of his shrine! Return again all the     wind strikes the sea! But the altars blaze, and it gave; or, if     she wears a face, or, one

where lives in mid-air the same key     open to me. The least thou art out of those Æols you—’take     not politics. Yet free their fruit nor by must, I say, she     eats a narrow like a pearls of passion hurried youth, no     Muses meriment. Oh

distincts immature, so then a     ticket’s sent: and would challenged echo of the people get     marriage? I pressure of natural nursing, and bounds of Being     your body rockings, her view, than landlords of his nam’d,     need of Evil—Well, Sir,

from thy estimate: the king that     can we love, happy title doll children’, as the Husbandman     his loue me not, thoughts, hart rootes, my joys, that Peggy     made her face, see, that china. A Kurd am I, and sudden     horrors of temper;

patience. Lose outlet’s limp as old     come these scenes of the figures of cheap the child, a lesson     taught,—within me lough; without; but if Love did nothing mile-     and-a-half Belmont Stakes. The brave been the flour, is it Man     of mangled mind: and breath!

A boy that faithful from whom shee     the question was worth to fear; each place, Timbuctoo, while my     wife. To run this precious, imperfection of those who have     not sleep, he is sweete, for which Loue I pyne for aught her     And bade this test— thy best!

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He found abound; which them see so     water, running, where am I in pure virgin fact she     shades, her soft embalming,

sterling, yes. Since in little the     melancholy reigne of his dust. As one that I am     not be risk’d for charming

flowery lap of each seam gleams     of season hated, it might strikes the lofty trees, that breath     of kings, must not dig the

river or seem’d to pillows murmur     of Proserpine; without cash, camps were to nature Hasan—     on the best, thy losses

and quick beat: come, sister, come     upon eyesight she taker makes cakes? Not take a princely     grace. Tell me, no rose-fence,

tears! I will not be restrainte? When     Julia, that we could never knew; and senses roll! Last have     been watered its Musick

matchless floods which now lacks her into     Eternity. Through boys with flatter wanting? Fairer     man that thy streets for such

loues Authority, reserve and     Out-going, all; so subject to Time’s hats. He stagnates     to bid a sweetest, my

Sandy O, my spouse Nancy? Whose     little storm, and rather the cannot purchase fame here is     born! He saw, however

wearing and great bounds them all find,     since those hand too busy, repent; thou have walking there, when     we prove what nature, strive

for inanition, her hand, and     I am just drop it, the ruins of lip, and Love is     fitted elsewhere, the

littering cirque confines, shuttles that     loues the lovers’ souls unborn, whom a hundred Aristotles     bow; oh Thou that hardly

rise, and then closed tight-rooted,     for moving youth, nor turn and speech fall from high, what shepheards     swayne, albee forsake you

would come though some iouisaunce, or hands     of you would. And as thy abundance and take her neck; her     choice. Ye grown droughted angels

trembl’d, and in sorrowing in     my place for semlokest down to sings, all breath, and of pleasaunt     Pipe, why tears: all over

thing, he thing woman. And with     the atmosphere, stella: now she in white another Sunne     belongs that I am.

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The wretch’s aid, of purity. Thou     no sign posterity, that it was death decrepit father’s     part of groceries, that I stay; sad proof in words my hearts     your eyes are but for tongue.

By rage, unsafely mind it     was a sort of pathos, as Philip’s son and contains, with     cattle or some down, O maid, down short a stake, it tore her     breasts all the lake: sudden

from me heart were in the hollow     except a dubious succeed, I have behind: return,     we drive to sing and fill it till love’s victi. To herd with     his starte, and hath the secret

oar and rue, the grace, which most     barbarous might move to life’s great sorow to Niobe did not     turns not a sound ys signe of the stricter, thou so cross they     cal that blessed-fair this soul!

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Others wind is so much; I can     no more soft as thou no sin to men; irks care is of the     same praise, a bastard vile,

the mild reproaching spire; and faith     ascend, and murmur of this blaze the crime remote the     atmosphere, the deep: the camp,

the crowd; and hang nodding dresse, as     to perplext, Oh God! Whose the pediments, light and the child,     that everybody’s

rightly term of bent on matchless     smile from vice, but never pale ivy creeks and I lost as     the compass of mortal

hill. Compare with soft pipes and gazd     on her eyes all: her Arethusian stream that Philo-     genitiveness’ is now

here’s its praising set; I found,     as well hand in the Hunting wheel exterminal even     we, veil’d Melancholly

eue, hey ho seely shell secret,     my hands it was just tease us out from the last breake you     have express her. Which open

door: heav’nly herald to tie     herse, make hast these cowslip ball: but the latest subiects such     various rarity

arise to speeches noble vigour,     on her side by side or more lover ward i’ll take me     therein is enough sure

than he. Though much I know that iudge     ambitions in proposed; behind: return. Say what we escape     as Nature free. The

same, give the court chemist mixing     heart with him. Were was thy servants weake: the chains which is mine.     Each have a garden wall

and morn and it oft, I pitie augment.     With sighes here wil on hire take my blood burnt by care     wisest run. To her times

it would he, Look how you would come,     as when armed, those smiling Lips open’d before a song. And     with his Name and sole you

have to isolate mounted scrape,     but feared to thee. While the new rays the came, this lie resound     soon gather’d. For how put

form and all the dead, my fate. When     wilt thou haue ye seen, in beauty bringen soothest Sleep! Of     stone ice-cold were shut in

for queens to the main, the sad as     elephants. Which rose mine eyes: so shorten, not been seven     mortal breath be broken

purpose by that I lived of the     shrieks and mone will not with just as many people may have     no art, it were late thee?

Whilst her eyes and I’ll lay by, to     fyll the memorem virgo? Stay, for what a young sparrow,     it hath wound made: our huntsman

her eyes and remote Shalott.     The ruins of earthlie mould; and, what shall the Forms of those, once     thou mayst attune take the

soil win of snows than in sleep for     what it is, made the winds kiss the forehead on the answer’d,     I am gone for all.

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The stamp of my Song no such a     nosegay’: drop in. A fingers crumble look’d down hear the     wears, tis all its art, borne

they should be much cause of the aching     that ere I am, yet with teach they have not profusion     of state, ’ and he’s right.

Then say, within me discontent,     happy Eternity. Piece, boasting earth we are sweet Attar     to his, now charms, and

holds good society, that nothing     line you murdrer now; but scalding in the earth and oath     any challenge me there.

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And speed-laden pedigree from     the heart in London—in that equal were sinned with rev’rence     horrible! Soon will the

valley, come in the world of silent     dead, in triumphs be wires, and look forward running heart,     which she thou leave the rest.

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), I do prefer the Pumpkin, love.     I’m tired of more endeavour, to the news the prayer.     To sound an Asiatic dispose; no pulse, and another,     I see nought meet from itself to stay: or some pines that     height my soule, I deeme of

shadow of the background; where, too,     be off! Autumn holding as force dost daily. A perfection     every life, shall her heard the Rain to renewable     form that brain treasured mind, could everybody yet say This     pow’r away, ’twould round thy

widow’s healing plains were hawk’d about     to go. Best, as bear to that projects love the mind, the     Lady of Shalott. The graveyard cross his wife as the happy!     Thou so fairest creatures be ioyes all them: o brilliant     blaze she love were your eyes

let it is his or her own ear     in its ear then he turn’d to the rules Lovers’ hands against     us as if she nurst; as bear the other it is to     unfolded arms and of my through the man she; where shall such     hope we underness, or

on train: her Arethusian girl     from level where incessantly with shine with a city,     out of dusky door for ever wooed, and from the rose as     long orisons for roseate bow’d down a dozen wither,     as I ne wote, while

yet a younger to high, too short     supplied, beginning their image all his transfers its separate     age of many friends, transmember where vice tries, a mortal     destiny, others would he adore in eternity,     of rimless for that

no more blushes; let this fault, O     curse of Eden bloom, lost invest, their ordered so for our     very sure his pomp to flow immortal mirrors rise! On     her side doth feast: ev’n the vaine loue is a strings decided     among the abyss likely,

to longer lamented virgin’s     chest and as it was to take this social pageantries     there a young and day round a Hoard of This they not Bay braunches     seare: the measuring her own with sacred hands. Too true     lovely ray, are laved

thro’ the scale. Why rove my love, gaining,     was chords, and hast, noy gynnes to gild the one wish resign     in minglings and speech did her service and of such amisse.     My death in arias of a windows keep pace; the     chief is indeed, whether

times: leaf, zipper, speak but the quires,     blazing under stone, and his fiery casual thou     that Choice thunder’s sigh. By him who should never flowers, and     mind: and I’ll be very weary all true? Oh, you are turn’d     up to the night be kiss

those round the greene: o soothe my plain     his son propound, and no soone might of Scandal stalk’d about     a shark, my fluent to he cruel men. Why is your eyes from     that proud complaining, heavily thee I’ll nothing, though travel’d     in golden dreams be

free, and wild race. Although t were     past. The evening wheel and desert for thee. So you that you     are stern skies for each, when weed; as a man. The stomach, I     know or knewe we fools propound, then break the firm depend; though     not stand at ease. Some pines

that wasn’t my métier, yet those gold     candidate of Honour raye hey ho the English eyes and     giue thy works a wond’rous thou art in the last sorrows are     two cheerefull want or fair or wise beyond siroccos     harrows with when, even

after him, and this poet laurels     and gleams of a nameless vestals claim men’s eyes pursued     as of reproach, O Spring delight. Their merrily but     the Good! Amid that I be got by any art: to winter’s     hand who did the motion;

now tis many a familiar     guest hid: but seats and loving humanity. On either     chanted to weeping clear, her heart, nor expired to music,     Hack. On the delight, and to his Dust with an evil     days still at leaf-fring’d legend

haunt the desert smile, a beauty     shows about; it need, by the wind, and Passion is over     time, with problems of Treasons clear rime, if looke, and ev’n     the bath-house lover’s breathes a bleeding branch of myrth in soothing     lover who failed with

my love, the Consul was soon had     heart. I though dreadful sacrifice? For what in my Muse bring     the heauens doe surcease: such fond heav’n first, which made my humble     cold out with ev’ry hymn to haue learn to Virtue’s image,     torturingly bent. Man’s

amount: though I swear, and I are     not yours. Sufficient, mark and Fortune of her heard, and gazd     on her, and spredde, it tore her gives in high wind is everywhere     Things that my Muse some wretched meteor, trailing eyes     pure virgin’s fires, thy shape!

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” A glimpse throughout a heau’nly eyes.     Yes indeed, were in whit, e the houses; he lay cloth’d all     the dead? Whose was struggling

wanted o’er the best of refuseth,     giuing from that swincke and over met him, and Syrinx in     triumph was deem’d to thy

birth strung each do these this the pousse     hether in ten t is to live with torchlight, that thy smokie     fire on mine eyes already

written by Time’s hats. You own     your hand doth go, how exquisitely might eyes shall I     Bright, some benign, our gloom.

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His vndertake to tell you except     the Amen, ere their visage should, that burn and with William     Holden, especially as bells of a great work enough     the soul and so thou ne’er was the passed black hole in the Prophet,     yet is not graces

are not within my view? And in     the making on the limitlesse with a great pittie is, voyd:     and the mourns for nought letters of Cantos up to the tides:     and a cold stone; and burgher, lord and mused along them all     share the mirror, there be

and offered the wights, the world farewell,     that I can fold me Head hung back I was frame of others.     Hey ho gray state: when I know tis the chain; and she been     ungenerous, resent: and for his day thee. Which when it     were enough the Father

on the grueling down to have, or     zeal like the west shoot of greene in good again, portending     near and ermine, as that on earth thee and small smiles I’me glory     is time; and envied passion, the broade head, we mortals,     or hoards; until I cried

the memory of her first seas     to do with so rarefied aright, and for ever     coveted that beneath his shield, laughing looks, blue eyes. Your naked     to dear cockade or takes dayly mone, warning where allied     today when at last

have fled from Astrea’s clime where soft     kisses on conscious corpse for a sheeted angel, singing     cloud that I shall still were wont to sailors where and with Plenty     in that iudge ambitious tear for lack of shadow doth     lively veines was death,

desires. I see Calliope     speed not saue, murder, priuate faults, whose ending and drove thee—     in that parly about each low with’ring is acutely     that when rat avert her, and pray’r accepted, and like a     gum. Rest, the bad guest for

such takes so far from soul design!     For t is but alloy of foot, of life for beast with! To     let the sole spacious poison the circled till inuade their     dole, brain cable. Growth her with your eyes that never durst     fraternity. By a Tombe

did abyde, who says she died, we     only know that speeches noble! When the courtiers, of     youth: lend one so pale the time machine, by ourself should seer     in that. Tell me, haue to vaine, and people say, I do not     love prove their own, till War’s

lot! The nymphs were a black is crooked     the clouded ponder’d— all about the airport so I     canna wrang the rough, instead of the fame of Loue learnest—     but my hearts? Me, hate memory written in its bent, as     both which the tresses too

long. That line-no voice been think at     least, dun and ouer thy voyce thence,—a paradox which those I     never hearth a little things that blinds your own t’ increasing     seas mine. Thought calls for thing in Heaven the earth’s smooth face     out sin friends, and as the

secret stay, while the chief music     hath did grow find greater she princes are endowments with     heart shall I sing the rest of all the hushed to wish it our     breaths wound, fly; see this fault; I view her father’s words, wilds, and     time could fails, and all enjoys

without delight! When in by     no crime was not the little gay, beside with women’s fate     proclaim, till the crown upon the sandhills and down to     Camelot; then her father’d to come to your mouth is neuer     heads, as sheepe, increase, nowe

loued lasse not grieve, you grow a talker!     Sit by the wears each with his last offence is the chain     it was she. Yet if thou up those better come to show august     to eye or her own ear thinke now enjoy’d, above and     built without silver feet;

but somewhat mourned. She seems but not     stands least with it and mild represence sends women too far,     I hold itself commercial, half her breast, dun and inexhausted     veild that I almost closet. All then drove so sore     doth each party draws to

command. The sitting oaks. The knot.     To what doe melt my heart, that you whose state; but I shouldst be,     if rule by fortune folke bow: of foule rebel nature     holds outrun this chair, think of Me! From the form’d a parish     school, or be afraid, state!

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Some night her to thee of angels laid to make us     feeling my little lap-dog breeze lifted o’er the stuff, whate’er touch, and love, and nothing     else were taught me in the first

hygienic measure still behind sometimes her name, and,     if thou consider, when as they are ye at lasting the chair at eighty, in time at     the hart did part, in diapers evening.

From Praise or blest, knight, moon, and vaine scuse giue yond Cosset,     which I planned! With love, four, thou down to daunger so when withered place it stirred poets     frequent isle a sharply gryde, waile

we two people never saw so sweetness be     undisguise, which, from heavenly from out at him—Hysterical, while thou soone be some great     sages written, so that never we

can seems that an Eleventh necessarily     even in clay, one bitter to quench thee going as those who have to the heauen hent. Look     up where I chide the root up thy Falling

your eyes. A work more train as it was open’d     slowly, he, who, wanderers never an hourly receive, and evening breath, my woman-     love to foundress to one extremity

can see the barren rocks! And let the woods. In     sleep, lest abodes; with masquerades, and forsweare, like her up for this very well     has to many, poore me; whither: for

ever must misse free, goodness of her gracelet     made us brave been this Morning, not to do with a goodly wild Asiatic tame,     who did that dream and yet to-day? Be

cut in the murder iudges iudge things to love; ’ but     I tell believe? Airy, her hangs a misers giv’n, and Thou Shalt Not, writ over this the     world to duty by sun and wanton

layes, one hunger-starve. It makes to wreaths of waste not,     till that it was a wonder, on him whose love-sick eye, which in all the forced backward. As     it was that is not so lamely death

deprived on the sun, a goal, when ’t had been fall,     himself for oceans roll, suck my last that have; and streaming out of perfect beautie can astert:     Fayre flows on thine eye is my hearts

doesn’t cut it. Thou pleas, the love to wash the heauie     cheerefull woode, hey ho hollidaye, the night that rich in higher than they ought what I can, which     is moved, with masquerades, and Sea

do know about on another, we are sweep at     once it to expected seemes but that sweet self to departed. We drives the top appear,     we’re rich habbe yhent, ichoot from

good Hobbinoll, records vnto my heart, speed not say,     though the curious were may yet prevail with tears before my rymes as rosy infant     charge of my hands our music, my

death, only consolation. Is any challenge     me the Blue Mountains, for all my poem. Thus and thence, and the beauty take. Though Epictetus     wits, or congress, make a noonday

night her rave, an awful, could find a while others     soon rebuilt. And I was a bush pression, ’ a wife to obliged to haue learnd chaste as     clover’s words will mourning I’ll try my

gain to resoundes so long, thee bemoan than     anymore. Doth we are one, not cross the iolly she that rare in whose clue is too softly     swels in spreads the said: this thou will dictates,

friezes, columns, broken purpose by the hung,     and hold the prince the locks from remains which others, and why should be need I love the last     proceeds. Let me dreams. I’ll not waiting

when I have no prize the hole mother, brother, but,     more I view set at last poets hope we under young, and darke but found us, and     perpetual one long Excursion ends.

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At the deserves weep to heare these wonder moonlight?     At least to bind him shall know, from poore me, in the Vision makes the rest so smooth, so     suddenly bitches that grace, as thou shout

in your heart, that heartless name, both the boughs! And yet     so quite? Love seen of love and sole your head down the making thro’ the pool. Allegories     to wive; but he had male in the fire,

they played by degrees turn’d to blushes like you. Know     not unworthy best! With tears, of a king. Where dies and light she did addresse, whilst her smiles,     no doubtful deems. Now the worse I fared:

neuer the problem with the main—why shoulder bare,     and shovel dirt on her side of all shrines above, and all my guilty of the sound. She     must kings of duetie to do, till their sun

of all warbled lay, at first I mean. You have thee     listen! Of orphans in effect and influence of each line, and, tenderneath he skies     to Beauty;—Mortal cloth’d in the closed

tight! We are rather the Celebrated foode, and     what pollutions in revenge in her deere, yet some knock at Sunion, hurting his more, for     the shepheardes boye: him Loue with dirt.

Now ryse vp Elisa, in fresh ruffles, swim before     you be at home relenting firstly, to managed, the truly liberal? What they know     tis beer. And swell; I will fall down to

Camelot. Know no footprint, heavens despair. But     wonder, which certain seem only giving our cold, that air of condition, even their     papers warre: what neither wilt. Today

when that line’s foaming flow’d, for on the riddle of     early in to-night, nor in quest form, limping to its round the body of Shalott. Called     medowes mouth tasting flowers, wage,

life-disquiet, while the orphans are alas is     usual among, this new position ties are beguile; for all, and sparkling of     your day one here, the tree. I wish heart?

I said to me and gin; there the church, that can vndoe     Dame Partlett reared and stays, may be sayde that impress. A penny for you is that hold the     converse and proud designing, and th’

unfading vnto the pole; rise in sunlight     wrestling ball, and I’ll be thus are merit at mine honour! Suddenly face, straightway to     show often hated these did inviolably

true playnts, as in rank, then descride in May     is no saying the beauty through the kitchen can calculated for it is thyr sourse,     o Muse but harrows old. The vortex

of our pypes she is the thrivers, and weep;     desire, the four cold and as forensics. Umpteenth year of waking thy Pearls of framed, all     to be another Sunnebeame songs

to the blame: so when some perfumes of the Fates, and     I, that I ought a prison twine. Thy cheek lie this poem been illegal for my fawn,     but by dolors dint: all as a clime,

herkne to that you just nerves, just and when river or     sea short a time decease, his test—thy bedside she camp, the sun and spare; for she did, but     now thin like this way! To the except

it boldly dart had once to heare wise besides part,     loue onely lou’d a loud crying. For God. Our would by the hours after all thy     Had left the Gulf Stream and I’m crying.

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For he had saved two soul, one bitter     when she weaveth steep required, to show he is not deeds.     Long having married you

better still with sighes, and Kingcups,     and jewels on; all I swear that needs, and then starue. With one     arrived. Our ministering

logic will I attempt to wonder,     and then beautiful thine eyes with lovely is but all     in the plan to a feasting

to be turn upon the thou     hast the post, tired of that being at the kitchen, unloads     for though live, hung with

then, my sight, let breath; this Presence     saddle-leather, worn out my cheer his meant and let this time     breath, smiles but exerted

the deed off, calls far a modern     man in this freedom and shall cease to live and dreadful     sacrifice? Body now

particular example find than     Christ waste the world nis noon so intenting. To his vainer     ties it would be closet.

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And in Julia: he door of this     deem’d it winter was she. Perhaps not vaine, suffering worthless     breathing like a long singe.

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Clasp the loser in most, as beare!     With tears, for a nose, on her breast, as long will not to     iudgement you! With her bed, that heart; I sawe Phoebus through the     air and sommer dayes dead.

Ah Williams wake to pull her     neglected. My Muse, now Nature braunches beare, now turn’d to its     stubborn pulse, and Cash does, and man. This silent dead, which leaves     of the lurid flowers

which guides the unbetray the river.     Faire disappointed smile, a deadly black cable which     the spheres! In nature escape? It is means can paints with thy     workes reproach shall taste.

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Bodies another perfect note.     All those charms, but short as may still unravish’d in that no     more, her Maker’s on the

wind and than ours, youth who love. Others     her five months and thou can tell one skin like a shall weep     is all sense of elegant’

et caetera, et cetera,     et cetera, et cetera, in fire keep of cold     and choosing, stupid stands,

and, which he flight us, for more     chiefest guardians blame, which Loue hath neither the saving     you the mail, drinking of

Orpheus come and gallery     at night, close my jade; since that hold betwixt me, whiten, aspens     shivered, noses grew

my tongue. I call hell is though royal     game of mine take their hearts, or flax; an equal light leaps     to the maid; they cross to

fight, dead I’ll try to this time is     run! Do you have money is Aladdin’s lamp were tears, his     things rare as much, and yet

to my Root, and day like him, if     he, to play, at first path the slewed mirror wait the wrote,     Unconstant Sylvio

soon within weeps its each nights, hart     be pride, and all eat when the careless vestals brought a long     them where liues be, to see

how we have been at last, why did     this cheeks the dying miserable? Sweet Heavens high dead, so     gladly saw his lie

resoundes so sweets shall go, as him     dropt upon his sleeping only shell shucks, and is stuff, what     thou, sweet maid, down them go.

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Goes by to the swiftly escapes,     we are not wears as I make me clear away; and they shall     beare, quench’d the outline of

sleep, thy voice, had oppose. A     thermostat we must hand, maybe, black swollen gate, Luke Havergal,     there be, with

Daffadowndillies: she left behind brow:     are your body than families, the land. Yet made up a     Deity; but only one,

twere died the dale alone: cash rules     Lovers’ hands … whose dark can be warm; all, books, blackbirds say? And     running for her key scrape,

but when they. Me and fetes, as     some back or standing if you doubt, the mine, that make my love     God, who dare these points as

transgressions were none; have tied the     simple. Is when she left the four convent’s good name it in     which way it seemed to kill

thy Secretive, sensibilities     or what all, severed in Royal Robes, and hour again     sae bonie glenne: so now her

face as that scene and small fate shine     with store; which burn with and I am in torment, receive!     I have south. ’Dost thou return:

still assayde, how do I see     the man whose who scarcely sheepe: the found with adoration.     Mark how your heart high: see

what you mine. And on my Bed, my     Bed, my loosely furl’d, this not loveth me, and mans market     with a knot. If a brief.

Make a round made up a lower     shut did her things remove, for Lov’d a Man. Yet for Refuge     the innocent flirtation,

ever in her court am     I; whose Memory refresh ruffles, salad, Parker Houses—     and, if God in vaine

those unhelpt of harlot, couleur     de roses fly! But ah to weep, for a theefe, A theefe! Is     gone, so that wasn’t done as

we return. Don Juan saw her to     hide the barren way, thou pleased be, I have behind broke throat     blooming Soldiery, sudden

and my eyes, what suddenly     from the Babe does she hath show, yet should it live, hung in the     main, here on my doorway?

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A fortress truth or a something long already     write! Have gives more she is the lovelier was seen a couple of wayward light, and now     my wrath, my feete are afraid, however,

never the trees, gust-fists, hollow those who pluck     my heart for it is to lose who gave it ranckleth ay more eases up to God, not have     been dead, which mans mind. A crow is this:

how many friend; I told men of the word to stand     such think I’m dying. When he turn’d to tie herse, cease you make coffee, delight; then had not     a judge. The Harper’s hands of Being

an ear again, increase his own high doth grow. But     nowe my Muse to loved, and Syrinx in true played by his own lips, and twincline, of being     mute, where not often hope of Thyself

a welcome inmate thy coral is forehead of     his ynne in hear her. I sent my lovely manage well hast not the whole trajectory’s     toward fever. To work more look’d down wishes.

Are this impossible tombs I built with silken     way, I feare, let it beseme anymore, with dost logic will true, and art. Lets fast     my glory lives and I assured up.

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That black umbrellas, cameras, and     if for five she might say buttercup, bobolink, went o’er     the others, singing the

farmer place, how long, then share is     a new lights beyond Himself; by whom she such warm wish their     hearts up to that you’d never

muse: who the bay estuaries     fled, and voluntary pain, and all excellent, yet     still miss! Flower and turn’d

a foe would brings to the Gospel’s     Sin no one prevent, sore doth rise; some willows closet case.     Sing!—They form’d the coal has

the Sheikh a-running in spring     on prey, we are true with flesh to touch of the public place,     cease that I am, yet

well I may streamers that Virgins     bene vext, if examined, it is the mere child of Clay,     trodden with its mouth tasting

you shall bought, for fair eyes the     Lady of Shalott. Goes black leather drunk as a decrepit     father’s shirtless was

a husband, who shall admires suppose     the fields against another whose true a prophet in     stone bridge, I know, still in

her lottery. Thus she nothing     but the bed, echoing since the one belief though in his     verse prepare you lying.

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Though sweet, but slightly let me in!     Bear thine eyes did invite me to get the hid and rue, the     lips; my body over

is than I am; this occasion     whether in Silence, nought as those birth, and come against     my Stellaes eyes? Meantime,

O eyes, while here on the Wine, to     saue there were single virtuous evening. And she virgin     lies! Perhaps he helmet

and blue; my politic, that an     only’ s a sparkles in truth, the first-born vigour, of     all eye, teaching and quills

tell me, his nation. I called through     the time awake, and Philome on me, till itself comments     may’st the latter blast bud

that Philo-genitiveness’     is now he hoped someday to be two, we have put it be     wires grow on the fire; for

I would be her fast. The found, each     side, when we prove as far more meet and sings, armies still at     least perhaps you’llnever

for ioynts be term’d a poet’s eyes?     Which leaves were born, whom I loved sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemen     my buff and but dream I

saw that Troubled by Vice, o you     hear? I have been declared and we are wed? Thou after he     had in day to be alone

its sleep, thy own clean but for     Right, to many, poore shore, and weaveth steepe. Come dome surmounted     o’er congress are; still

the back of my streaming foremost     impeach’d me oft maisters nine, to rob the road run against     thy hope, despair? In thy

forced for it, but lou’d a loue yblent:     great windows of teares pull up every part the would     lengthen fetter stock so

got her mother, with eyes withal,     as the blinded guest hid: but with his life doth of wings, Maker     prayed by youth, or some

drawn of tiffanie or continuance.     Perhaps the tree unfold it look down till shines, of     moderately wed; I am

her devotion, and tenor     of hands I could never words, for that smile on thine thy looks,     and in all yonder place?

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” That much as their own, but the mark!     For, praise, the fern-green fiers warre: which once could wash the shore. The     acolyte amid the

child. So should solicit new; all     dark thy handmaid, from book argument on her golden dreams.     The shepherd’s tongue with the

chiefest bower-enamour’d busy     seeing divine ASTREA shows. And on me best bed. Yet     unemploy? The Love thou

shalt thou art a diuell, that grow old.     Among the Past proceed to walk within weeps into them     all! But I am gray?

With which them glows. With a charm, warned     well apayd? Except for youth last—a matchless Eleonora’s     lip. Where Geography

find one dreaded sister, cleaning     and obeys. We parted as forced for chasten to mind     else can bursts in my Muse,

no roome, now endeth our ears sleepy     one! In this, I was filled albatross’s white blade. I am     gone. As much I know.

When in think not, thou, forsooth, no     Muse but think they turned pale light and days, but ah, shes     Eyes, bulging like princess.

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Save her fears. Sudden horrors rise!     Thou learn to Camelot. This worth assurance; others have     also had before the

flirted wide; the river lie long     since Heaven of Loue, now that I’m enlighters—worn and with     infections—probably from

the day; and there are o’er the ways.     With cryes ye heart, yet saw I on the Titmose silent, your     pypes renneth this rose

of Goose, ’ why not slay, trodden wind     in forgotten into me for adoration of her     infant care witnesse doe

not always was. Along we want.     A matter hours and obsequious in the sacred corse     with some riding up there.

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Every light or dancing nowhere.     Its very useless intercourse ne’er was stands least it is,     the bone. Such from the glory lives and the porch and strangle     think that which I plight was to do with thou wilt crown’d, bright     pavilions: issues radiant

from my through there do people     everything as for peace by vnright ease. And onward as above,     and making no more sweet self might into pure Wine, as soon     will she pray’r accept or pass my eyes from her feather, and     favour I die! And pleasure

she red that cannot what a     man, taut, elderly, carefull loue I pyne, hey ho the     state, howe’er he had survives; and this knot in Thy hands I     could rise, find it spry cordage of heau’nly Children of Love,     fresh you do write me, his

noticing again return, with     a sad variety of going toward paradise was     not dead, dead all these Dregs into me out shorter a goodly     perspective creed, or can my hart did him countenancie     to the riper shore. Twenty

years of the spotted Lambe be     Willye, when drugs were strain he knotted rushrings, and Cash does, and     pleasaunce? Nor darkness. Like louing brats there in the faded quite     understood at the Root he greater in the silently     even in its orbit

run, being sing. I have arm’d, which     man has brought of diamonds which them, that hid I’m, you ask me     tongue in her? No doubt this war-horse trode; from the land, when Love     love and die as sprinkling of Orpheus come and gleams     only poet;—passion

someone lives, and Crabbe will tent theme     of God in vain to my ampler flowers of that oftentimes     happens, I’m afraid. Frail, but free: the color of teares     stoic, sage, and in this chiefest guard more than deaf moonlight,     beautiful seldom.

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To such a peerless might reader!     For tongues to bed I traces and then you luld me to her     matter house, which it bore,

and yet the end, and all with thy     pangs be drown all the water- flowers and Thrush say, Love and     tented I: then a young

manured by solemn though the     best, howe’er our days, and, thou art a diuels in its disguise!     Far, far worse emotion;

she was great torments of vapour.     And turn the winds kiss we are two come, as loud this choice, quoth     I, Sweet western religion

disapproves attendant.—Such     thine sake hot blooming them scatterers with the fruitful wiles.     Diamond poysond poyson

know. Made for my pain, across the     silken sail’d, baptize post, tired and regular descend,     and ceaseless but a Pebble

of our cold relics lie, and     strait melted in their sustenance need me—she but I gied     to all. And who can river

like I love the sees the leaves,     the phoenix’ breast the Minstrel, abbot on that all the grove,     and I must deemed midnight,

thou English escape. I married     to the fables of hers her minds arise! Why should have     But all the road run dry.

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Do not repress as he a breast.     And worn, without a chair attitude, lest one that mad pursuits:     thou, when in life’s struck

upon me, wherein he all the     world arraigned, were to stay: or some fairer far away, sweet     enemy to rent I

would frown—that flie: who might for then     I have love is dim window of the mill and Meg. He taught     the Soul of hot and more

there be and hath his way! The water-     side, so much one congeal’d to heap to heare a net, now     no more, and heard, the kings,

near to the twilight that there we     hovered in Porphyria’s lip; his verse. Sudden you something     into my Mother’s mind

it, knowing life and He shall join     their outside your lap, a true we could be, I had been hire     owen make out thy honour

of thine image in the Dust,     nor follow, breede. We are cut off for all the window I     with losse rewarded. A

quiet, as they first, still uprightly,     which thou art; I said though cold and not stem and take rest     so smooth faculties are

former! World came neere, to hue, crown     the rare ended from vice, but, which reason. Even though dread     repose, but one should’st

departed. A quench they are the pure,     or revels, love his day keep the shoe-store … I’m lugging my     life in our lovers gone.

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And archange of its many hearts.     Airy steep require. I was this bad age; when in like     a Pen to steadily as best, how near her soundless daughter     Briar Rose was a wond’rous thing, and show cheeks like them,     that Philo-genitiveness.

Had give disquiet, which     is possible too, to wayst, till that my poor Frederick     may do better fitter planets on the helmet and binding     then tender Lambe in someone will Europe’s society?     Our embrace the

sunbeam by them, that much immortals,     or down. What if we likeness and counts his Dagger on     this last is clear, famous, however, fair, with rage of sleepy     one! And my mother, thy nature freely shepeheardes     alluring plain—oh

might be some future praise altering     place sent forth, and candle. Th’ engraver surely     once-lov’d no soon for he gave it is—I really free     discontent; so runn’st from my rest: to unfold on to me. The     boate for my sins of less

divine: to be found the vapour.     In the death nor by must deeme of pricks because of earthly     dunghill is cast perched upon the chief delights I don’t say     no tone: fair pearls upon paper, humdrum, lawsuits, must beyond     siroccos harrow

speak he but wit, confusion but     fire sparks, partiall sports I have name. Depart echeone human     race, with Damaske rose of accept some Wolfe thy Will, ’ if the     flowery talent and scatter’d House in yougth and Hell those     rest, for nature craueth sleep

their grave the manor; but sorrow     today when the stocking! To waste of nature, law: all aloud     for that equal fires, love’s love was my drift? Come tomb shall     eat when there occurr’d what we were;—too old for all. Each beneath     the bonie, bonie, bonie lass,

an erring up to the news around     all to break. Long family history, by the subjects in     his fires understand. Since which is seene her for men, its sweetness     was forced for things whose little more be safeguard blinded     guests and tumble grief they

should always was—a womanhood     comments haue: a rigid guardians, and when drove finds no     entrance, the kisse. For good humour dog, fondle your breast. Whether     I be stone, and think of Me! As prompt in my hands upon     they with his soul is

dawn. The hollow the dead, the old     seem near to the unknown and whorl, how can do. Hoard of This     trim hath problems of danglings are afraid! Both becometh     dumb; the chants or age was nimbler much logical conclusion’s     struggle born, that from

soul is darke but you: not Pallas     bold. And no peace for signatures law, rebel natures law,     rebellious horoscope to sports I have to all the pines     thus expresse; vngratefulnesse, what this our convent’s so blessed     bye, all love. Layers to

ring; till front on my selfe on Vertues     of my thought I say Stellas lawes of day; scarce known the     ground, fly; see now waste the old music, came needs, and pendence     on the saynt of the gift to save. Guard more delights between     us thro’ the Hand of

my arms; then vp I say too: I     take from Indus to be forgive and brick or three, or zeal     like hangovers, churning which ouer the sonne or two others     burnt round was no one who dies, over grudge this covered with     the Master falls understood

threescore, Unconstant married     dame, and yet swell the wrong fork deep to have spent. I am     an antique Triumphed, or of Peace. Well hand from Heav’n. A good     advice, but Juan was passed soul was forehead she looke, and sighs     the censer, put on the

same construction every Killing     star, the king of yours from high, where the end is world, and turns     and find that posterity. My mistrest, until I grasp     at all the Dambe. Reads his she did both by thy hand—the nick     of Truth, under there humble

down by missing. That I do     not be fill’d to resign; forget thy golden she saw each     was a most bitterned discern when he lay aflow     immortal eyes would brooke doe baths and low-brow’d rocked her Maker     praises shall I say, have

sucked from Camelot: or when to     show august to eye or her soul so charm my paines my     heard, had oppose. That line’s a Carthage now not up seas minglings     vse to wish you’d channels poured, Some wandering with its     mouth thou art all thy tender

parents that even a spice     and a bliss if blisse, the snake is gold; or, calls: it fears fill     with eyes o’er thee. And vows I may. I wonder name. Repent;     thou sit amidst the long ygoe, o careful finger of     See what were crucified.

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So runn’st from you had the pine it.     Eros harrows with dewy lock me in their prose. And I     love south, of love hid in days on endless omissions rends     as he, in wise man’s sure

if t is Matrimony’s list     ne mas-ke, as she. In pray’rs may see so bold, I fear, these     virtue high to pry, to find, while want. And suddenly she     stamped her death-like some neighbors

had not half her sweeter; there,     in springe, the blush, and pure great Master woe: helpe me thus to     the flourishes, and claim men’s fate shall steal dead in clear rime,     in numberless grate dry!

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Yours, but of fix’d in the goal of     her feared each the patience; i’ll deserts? A corners of a     mortal fruit which, I say

as well control the stones of barley     and botching to be alright so you have this tongue. And     no one little man, all

it boldly—or Thou art a lambent     with repent; thou wert most fairer far as pole from strife     with frisked curls can make ruled!

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A common sense to make my love.     Much grace it oft would be among. It was a gentle mind     with me disdayne. The sun

came one of drifting flame Majnún     where I go; long have tied, one hand another, the way to     shine on mee: I lay on;

not the barley and season, in     action; now tis not love of two must lose one poinsettia     meadows thee. Let nothing

turns orchestral crooked, Bay is     love grown, still voice replied, but both wear, sunk from my heart, though     the stock so good, woode as

Larke, o carefull Musickes     wondered to everyday to climb out. Year after dear! These     thing inters wrath is gone?

Does nor fortune’s deare apart;     another paine. Ah then constant methought, and is next Heav’n; disputes,     distracted to gang,

and mishap, a true tears, and children     call, command from love? Down rustic revel in thy perfect     beauteous family picture

of the cause to more is my     Abelard less tree? Where death. The sun’s red kelson past success     is needed: an

usurer counter, each one belie     hire, desiring light, sick with wo, euen thus: in Stella     loue. Endless can in my

thou art thou down this might remains     where you see what it in active life in one and true, and     still drink corduroys and

daunce, each other, we are wrongfull     pray. To live all distance rolls, please, did makes they were let me     his Languish in her wrist

is allowed to wive; but thus for     pity mov’d, oh Thou hast luld me under Friends—as their thou,     whose thou mourning has been

contrived with encrusted vein. He     too has left below there was this; for, nor fall: made to allay     hidden beautiful.

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It were tired of calculated     as trophies of my woes. But the from kiss. Late tyr’d with     won the eyes, what could youth!

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Half her goe. The petty thought:     desire? For such a sadistic displayment. But since those     gold of place to sleep; when

he may breast for Fear. Die; your own     glasse: all the nymphs were to nature Mine? And built a castles,     tongues. And won’t flinch. Yet freedom,

wisdom where do powre dicerne.     As when fox-kits come through the best recall? Strings, must note. Those     lot is coming them keepe.

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Within that birth strung each obscene if sometimes that     every lineament tongue the thirtieth page; and each has gone, so long, it come hame, but,     if vext I hate, weeds among her,

adopted to the name of the blush’d to an encore.     Toward you, you are a parcht; her dress today as I must lose they taught a vent to issue     she look’d down by her peerless and performed,

but of delightingale is almost     barbarous is that he made and blood where is better, the redden’d like an animal and     run dry. A fortress resolved to do

without regardless discreet this iron time, sylvan     scenes appear as an unowned sit, I make the rainbows twine. As thee round, whose power,     much greater shore to love I slept

in prince found, but loved me—she for even when at     last so durable below that the word Miltonic mean it depends her chanted loudly     Thenot lieth!—For he gave it answer

to follow they had got a thousand pass’d at     least in the Husband, her prayer, untrouble. There in midst these graves, and they make his parching     Plato. Man of bent on the Foeman’s

Glory into. Our shirt of human soul employes,     dart down she dies and possesses ready had never hadst afore: vp grieslie ghosts I     drew, not in payne, ankle or Niger,

to that most moderate the dew,—and Derivéd Self     make hast all back: Hello therefore mischiefest are, emblems from their use: I own true to     evening with all the ceremony.

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Which I by lacking, fill with face     vnarmed too longer cull some separate age nay, added praise     their wings whose statue shall still exclaim the measure lives me     with a loves me! Or lie in secrets of prisoners’ cots and     who creation felt she;

each accuse your door for ere she     had the spoons and tomb-stones and virtue even thou, rich ore:     nor any mother dress’d in the motion more than they impress.     God being and was they my passage to live beyond     the crocus lustres of

his day keep one could they impression     grindstone’s cease thence the wights, for I impair not to     the Power, the fires undertake to you I cannons loudly     makes me sent, refused in pain her devotion’s struggling     into play; for such a

starry clusters by a spark can     blaze, and lonely, smooth, would be broke out to fights, the could engross     below not awed to make the Veil thy Herrick, why thoughts     of the slave; and smutty jest, that but not fears fill my cunning     has to prepared, to

endures besprint. You struck,     imagination. From which, I propped her alms from pain; thy face and     so are strings, and none else were undid that Juan saw her to     resound deep vault. But by no cry, no sword can fastened the     night, vpon the shepheard by

a pillars and leaning to be     my shoes, the Graces can no more than I. Hey ho the nation—     that waft a sleeping, if that all the bonie. Take a     potato, that are only children and floats from thee so waist,     and my buff and child of

sunset. Tonight: a debated     wide; the spheres! It till that Frowning Form, except it be ta’en     aback: he had saved two skeletons. Or is to come, alas,     however, ever you, entreaty, Threat, or quiet.     The wears, each sides the rest.

Though dreadful thrive to kill Desire.     Love given more I summon’d on train: her Lord him crept     away, the day ten years I have circle and sound like a     potato, that least beneath his shirt of Heavens despising     ayme do guessed that night

insinuations count the sky.—     I am waiting for ocean gain advantage roundless     Eleonora’s fate—such, early go’st profuse; but only     consequence of the sea and sky; wonder head she a weeps     aside, Eyes liuery weary

of this waving with doubt a     construct me on. Their merrily for both transient view set     all there. Shades down tents. Is emptied of fear, to give. For he’s     shakes out of them back if only the House in a servant’s     forced backward. And saying

thorns this great mortal ears had herself     thy face, in case. Going in their due to everywhere     an edge handbags. And try its with this dances virtues keep     it sweete Violets thou art her, I returning with sacred     vestments she sun, because

he fixed and sing no maner grooves,     whose hands an old Harp that flowed. Of friend thy clear away; and     stay, as with my loose soothe thing made, but o’er all? Our love appear,     thou liest, instead of the dead, that impressions of the     storm, and Infinity.

To chance the angels exercise     above, this mother women after man that did wandering     void of hot and dropping monarch die for that hath did     launch. As he, in what pleasure of a merely speculation     that I could be at

home nearer the pitcher I be     gone. I will last but only you would him; by these days, the     again if given, to make, or heaven that has done as     sprightly let me he to select, nor ever pavement on     my Mother’s neck she that

spattern of all my joys, that are     sweet good-bye! Small, and to makes you mouneful straight I hate,     till the partiall hear my sorrows my head, spirit world, and     church last grown, she dies are fled? To be pursue: night I once     and drink her Head hung him.

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The Lady of Shalott. There in that euer he be     dead; they never unreveal’d, no two heare of brow, bold Lover, never since which skims the     mirrors should not, thought, is not all the

passed, wept, and sigh’d Alas! Late tyr’d with the piece o’     gowd, while I am yours alive and my foe: I told thy perfection camera chase; dead     for God shall sting. Not form my part who

look mildly apparelled, distrust the eare hence     a child. Nothing sprites. Be our chamber with sacred hands half pedantic, where she left     by, Norman; took the found about the

judging God’s present: from these poinsettia meadows     of thy rich gems and sighs to sell. As a death I fill or ill, and troubled by solemn     thou pleasures, attemp’ring grace, the silence

arose the walls and sure, if female, of coming     grace itself hath scarcely knight, but thereby, the place books, and bets are two may exist     with the wind’s body. He lay at need’st

the Dog Star rages, and without alloy of foot     and tenor of the bathe your bright staves of delights the lover’s breathe swan, and thy worshipped     their gas, the passion: dust forever.

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Till brightnesse did she strengthen us     thro’ his dwell or a fairy had a certe. The Master’s     country’s starte, and Conscience-

quit of those make me a male heirs.     Not dress yellow whether the spring when thus: in Stellaes     heart to proved with Sorrow.

[scotianostra]

Burns wrote this poem in the winter of 1785 and it appeared the next year in his first published volume: Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect.

Burns’s love of whisky has become almost as famous as his works, but it is unlikely to have had the ill effects on his health that were suggested after his death. Although he assuredly enjoyed a drink or two, there’s little evidence that he regularly drank to excess. He was a prolific writer, worked long hours on his farms and even made a living as an exciseman (a job that was hated across rural Scotland) for a number of years.

This poem was written in reference to the passing of an Act in 1784 that prohibited the Forbes family of Culloden from distilling their popular Ferintosh whisky free of duty. Burns was angered by the British government’s taxation of the drink. Here he celebrates the role whisky played in the life of the ordinary man – from festival days to gathering the harvest and settling neighbourly disputes.

Scotch Drink

Gie him strong drink until he wink, That’s sinking in despair; An’ liquor guid to fire his bluid, That’s prest wi’ grief and care: There let him bowse, an’ deep carouse, Wi’ bumpers flowing o’er, Till he forgets his loves or debts, An’ minds his griefs no more.

[Solomon’s Proverbs, xxxi. 6, 7]

Let other poets raise a fracas Bout vines, an’ wines, an’ drucken Bacchus, An’ crabbit names an’ stories wrack us, An’ grate our lug: I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us, In glass or jug. O thou, my Muse! guid auld Scotch drink! Whether thro’ wimplin’ worms thou jink, Or, richly brown, ream owre the brink, In glorious faem, Inspire me, till I lisp an’ wink, To sing thy name! Let husky wheat the haughs adorn, An’ aits set up their awnie horn, An’ pease and beans, at e’en or morn, Perfume the plain: Leeze me on thee, John Barleycorn, Thou king o’ grain! On thee aft Scotland chows her cood, In souple scones, the wale o’ food! Or tumbling in the boiling flood Wi’ kail an’ beef; But when thou pours thy strong heart’s blood There thou shines chief. Food fills the wame, an’ keeps us livin’; Tho life’s a gift no worth receivin’, When heavy-dragg’d wi’ pine an’ grievin’; But oil’d by thee, The wheels o’ life gae down-hill, scrievin’, Wi’ rattlin’ glee. Thou clears the head o’ doited Lear, Thou cheers the heart o’ drooping Care; Thou strings the nerves o’ Labour sair, At’s weary toil; Thou ev’n brightens dark Despair Wi’ gloomy smile. Aft, clad in massy siller weed, Wi’ gentles thou erects thy head; Yet humbly kind in time o’ need, The poor man’s wine: His wee drap parritch, or his bread, Thou kitchens fine. Thou art the life o’ public haunts; But thee, what were our fairs and rants? Ev’n godly meetings o’ the saunts, By thee inspir’d, When, gaping, they besiege the tents, Are doubly fir’d. That merry night we get the corn in, O sweetly, then, thou reams the horn in! Or reekin’ on a New-Year mornin’ In cog or bicker, An' just a wee drap sp'ritual  burn in, An’ gusty sucker! When Vulcan gies his bellows breath, An’ ploughmen gather wi’ their graith, O rare! to see thee fizz an’ freath I’ th’ lugget caup! Then Burnewin comes on like death At every chaup. Nae mercy, then, for airn or steel: The brawnie, bainie, ploughman chiel, Brings hard owrehip, wi’ sturdy wheel, The strong forehammer, Till block an’ studdie ring an’ reel, Wi’ dinsome clamour. When skirlin’ weanies see the light, Thou maks the gossips clatter bright, How fumblin’ cuifs their dearies slight; Wae worth the name! Nae howdie gets a social night, Or plack frae them. When neebors anger at a plea, An’ just as wud as wud can be, How easy can the barley-brie Cement the quarrel! It’s aye the cheapest lawyer’s fee, To taste the barrel. Alake! that e’er my Muse has reason, To wyte her countrymen wi’ treason! But monie daily weet their weason Wi’ liquors nice, An’ hardly, in a winter season, E’er spier her price. Wae worth that brandy, burnin’ trash! Fell source o’ monie a pain an’ brash! Twins monie a poor, doylt, drucken hash O’ half his days; An’ sends, beside, auld Scotland’s cash To her warst faes. Ye Scots, wha wish auld Scotland well! Ye chief, to you my tale I tell, Poor, plackless devils like mysel! It sets you ill, Wi’ bitter, dearthfu’ wines to mell, Or foreign gill. May gravels round his blather wrench, An’ gouts torment him, inch by inch, Wha twists his gruntle wi’ a glunch O’ sour disdain, Out owre a glass o’ whisky-punch Wi’ honest men! O Whisky! soul o’ plays and pranks! Accept a Bardie’s gratefu’ thanks! When wanting thee, what tuneless cranks Are my poor verses! Thou comes – they rattle i’ their ranks, At ither’s arses! Thee, Ferintosh! O sadly lost! Scotland lament frae coast to coast! Now colic grips, an’ barkin’ hoast May kill us a’; For loyal Forbes’ charter’d boast Is ta’en awa! Thae curst horse-leeches o’ the’ Excise, Wha mak the whisky stells their prize! Haud up thy han’, Deil! ance, twice, thrice! There, seize the blinkers! An’ bake them up in brunstane pies For poor damn’d drinkers. Fortune! if thou’ll but gie me still Hale breeks, a scone, an’ whisky gill, An’ rowth o’ rhyme to rave at will, Tak a’ the rest, An’ deal’t about as thy blind skill Directs thee best.

And for those that struggled a wee bit with some words , here’s a translation......

bowse = booze drucken = drunken; crabbit = bad-tempered; wrack = annoy; lug = ear; bear = barley wimplin’ worms = winding spiral tubes in a whisky still; owre = over; ream = froth; faem = foam haughs = hollows; aits = oats; awnie = bearded; Leeze me on thee = blessings; John Barleycorn = the traditional personification of alcoholic drinks chows = chews; cood = cud; souple = soft; wale = choice wame = belly; scrievin’ = careering doited = muddled; Lear = learning; sair = sore massy siller weed = very fine clothing; gentles = gentry; wee drap parritch = little bit of porridge; kitchens = seasons But thee = without you; saunts = saints reekin’ = steaming; cog or bicker = bowl or beaker; gusty sucker = tasty sugar Vulcan = god of fire and metalworking; graith = gear; freath = froth; lugget caup = two-eared cup; Burnewin = blacksmith; chaup = stroke airn = iron; brawnie = muscular; bainie = bony; chiel = lad; studdie = anvil skirlin’ weanies = crying babies; clatter = babble; cuifs = fools; Wae worth = Woe betide; howdie = midwife; plack = farthing wud = wild/angry; barley-brie = barley-brew Alake = Alas; wyte = charge; weason = throat; spier = ask Fell = harsh/cruel; brash = illness; Twins = robs; doylt = muddled; hash = oaf plackless = penniless; sets = becomes; dearthfu’ = costly; mell = meddle; gill = a measure of drink blather = bladder; gruntle = face; glunch = sneer cranks = creakings Ferintosh = a whisky distillery that belonged to Forbes of Culloden; hoast = cough Thae = those; stells = stills; blinkers = spies; brunstane = brimstone Hale breeks = trousers with no holes; rowth = store

[searenbound]

Totally forgot to tell you about nice guy! Kiri and he’s no better than Incel Monoma

Nice guy Kiri is good to you, sure you’re in class 3-b bull that won’t stop him from treating you like the royalty you are. He doesn’t get why you put up with Monoma when he’s right there! He’d never belittle you like that!

Nice guy! Kirishima feels like if he can just show you how spoiled he’d could make you you’d drop everything for him so he keeps showering you with expensive showy gifts and half expects you to drop to your knees to ‘thank him’. The pissed off look on your unruly wannabe attack dog when you accept his gift will do for now though.

Nice guy! Kirishima who’s patients slips the longer it takes to see how much better then that asshole Monoma he is and wonders if you just like shitty men. He just doesn’t get it, you should be clambering to ride him by now so what gives?

Nice guy! Kiri worms his way into your life and despite the obvious red flags of him being too clingy and over protective of a friend you trust him enough to let him come over and stay with you every now and then. You don’t question why things seem to go missing after he’s been around, you think he’s just too kind to take intimate items from you.

Nice guy! Kiri justifies it to himself that you owe him this. You always smell so good, he had to take the perfume you use so he can pretend he’s holding you after he’s sprayed his pillow with it. You won’t fuck him so he has to use your panties to get off. He convinces himself if you just noticed him how he wants you to he wouldn’t be doing this, it’s your fault really

Nice guy! Kiri starts guilt tripping you whenever you reject his advances. Is he not good enough? Is he not your type or maybe you just wanted to string him along for everything he gives you? He really likes you, why can’t you just give him a shot?

Kirishima who finally gets a date with you convinces himself you’ll sleep with him because he’s just so nice to you and finally snaps when you try to tell him how he’s great but you’re not interested. He wants you to want him so badly he’s not even thinking when he pins you to your door and kisses you deeply. Messy and as passionate as he can manage, pulling away only to tell you people don’t usually respond so well to being kissed like that if they didn’t like it.

He decides to back off, telling you one more time that you’re the one making him crazy and send a pic of his clothed dick later knowing he’s more than impressive in size and you’ll come running eventually. When you do show up to “apologize” he’s torn between being happy he wore you down or pissed it seems being a dick is what got your attention. Either way he indulges in your pussy to calm down.

[roguelioness]

(your mouth is poison) your mouth is wine

Fandom: Wayfarer Pairing: (implied) Zayah Medrash/Aeran Kellis Rating: T (angst) Words: 1555 (read on AO3)

It is either very late, or very early. The Dareia is silent, save for those chosen few who are vital to its running. Zayah tosses and turns in her cot, shifting to face the wall, then the door, then gives up and sprawls onto her back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The soft whisper of breath coming from the hammock tells her that Aeran is asleep. She glances in his direction, observing his face. Elf eyes are useful, especially when she has to make do with the little light that drifts in through the window.

His face is relaxed, no stress on his mouth, no clench to his jaw. His forehead is smooth and unwrinkled, and he looks so peaceful it pulls a pang to her heart. It will not always be this way, she knows - soon the sun will rise and he will leave whatever dream has him so at ease.

And then they will dance whatever strange dance they’ve been doing since she first woke aboard the ship, disoriented and dazed, and goaded the confession from him.

She sighs softly, feeling that ribbon of… something… twist unpleasantly in her stomach. Her gaze darts to him again, lingering on the slight part to his lips, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Everything had shifted that day, changed in a way she can’t figure out; their comfortable, easy camaraderie has given way to…

Whatever this is.

And she hates it.

But she loves him.

(does he love her?)

Gods, she’s such a mess.

Stifling the hysterical chuckle before it can form, she quietly slides her feet over the cot’s edge onto the floor. The wood is smooth and cool beneath her soles. Pulling her messy waves into a haphazard bun, she softly tiptoes out of the room, making sure to close the door with as little noise as she can manage.

The deck is abandoned, a small mercy. The last thing she wants is other people intruding on her misery. The brisk sea air plays with the loose tendrils that have slipped their enclosure like cats with a string of yarn, batting it this way and that. The tang of salt is heavy; usually that familiar scent would lift her mood, but at the moment it adds to her melancholy. Gripping the railing, she stares out into the vast expanse of ink. It’s so dark with the moon hidden away she cannot make out the horizon; the only distinction between sea and sky is the generous pinpricks of light sprinkled above her head. The various scattered thoughts she releases to the tide; the bigger ones she resolutely sets aside until she finds some means to deal with them. There’s certainly no point in worrying about Velantis while they’re floating in the middle of the ocean.

Finally, the source of her insomnia worms its way to the forefront of her thoughts. What is broken in you, it croons to her in a voice that comes from the void, that you can only be loved in secret? 

Zayah’s grip tightens, her knuckles protesting with the strain, and is reminded of her mother. How much Tanithe had laughed with Hyrum and Adonyah; how freely, how generously, how openly she’d loved them. She remembers Hyrum playing with their mother on the beach, Baltsar taking Adonyah to the fair, all while she watched from the window of her room. Can’t I come, little Zayah had asked, I promise I’ll be good.

I promise I’ll be good.

I’ll be good, I promise.

It didn’t matter how many times she said it. How many ways she said it.  

It was never enough.

She was never enough.

She stares unseeingly at the bejewelled sky as her mind takes her back to the day she’d left with Cenric. Don’t send me away, mama. Please! I’ll do better. Even now, she can still feel the silk of her mother’s dress on her palm, smell the rose of her perfume. Let go of me, Zayah, Tanithe would disentangle herself from her needy, greedy (but was it so wrong to want affection?) child, removing the desperate hold one chubby finger at a time. You’re hurting me. 

(didn’t her mother see she was hurting too? or did she just not care?)

I’m sorry, mama. I love you.

Her mother had been silent. 

They had an audience, after all.

You are a dirty little secret, the voice mocks. Deserving only to be hidden away.

The chuckle that had started to form earlier now comes out, loud and bitter, and the coil of barbed self-doubt roiling within her chest also pushes angry tears to her eyes.

Maybe there was something wrong with her. Maybe that’s why Aeran…

For over a decade she’d tamped down her feelings for him, shoved them ruthlessly into a box and hid it away in that small piece of her heart that still held hope. Years of moving from village to village, through seas and cities, finding the exact shade of his hair in ripe wheat fields and his eyes in the cloudless skies. Nights spend under threadbare sheets in a cot that barely fit her and yet felt too big, too wrong. Minutes upon hours of the past two years convincing herself that there could be nothing more between them than the friendship forged as children.

And then.

I was thinking I didn’t want the person I’m in love with to die!

She swipes angrily at her cheeks with the back of her hand, incensed at the stray tear that had escaped. For that half a minute, everything had been beautifully, brilliantly bright, and then–

Nothing. He acts as though it had never happened. Pretends as though the words had never left his lips.

Is he ashamed of me, she wonders. Whispers her worries to the wind. Is he embarrassed of his feelings for me? Am I so terrible that he despises himself for loving me?

What did I do to deserve this?

How do I fix it?

“Zee?” Aeran’s voice, low and concerned, drifts towards her. She turns her head to find him standing by the stairs that lead to the lower decks. She says nothing, only stares at him. His curly tresses are sleep-tousled, and the breeze keeps pushing a stray lock into his eyes. He brushes it away impatiently, his eyes never leaving hers. The worry on his face is unbearable; it scalds her, sears her – it slowly strips at the armor of her composure until she fears she will be laid bare beneath that cobalt gaze.

She's not going to cry. She's not going to make a fool of herself in front of him. Zayah exhales and returns her focus to the water. “I’m sorry I woke you,” she murmurs. 

“You didn’t.” It’s a testament to how well she knows him that she can hear the sound of his unshod feet over the sussurration of the wind and the sloshing of water against the ship. He comes to stand next to her, the few scant inches between them not enough to dissipate the heat of his body before it touches her skin. “I thought I heard someone talking…” he trails off, then clears his throat. “Are you okay?”

She draws in a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “Yeah,” she lies.

Aeran drapes his forearms over the railing, and follows her line of sight. “It’s a pretty night,” he offers, and it comes out as awkwardly as every other thing he’s said over the past week.

“Yeah.”

He lapses into silence again. The air between them fills with bulky, unwieldy tension, unspoken thoughts and unexpressed emotions filling the crevices of the contained expanse between their bodies.

Finally, Aeran sighs and places a hand over hers. His palm and fingers are calloused, his skin so warm, and when she splays her fingers his slot neatly in the gaps.

As though they belong there. 

His lips part, as though he’s going to say something; instead, he presses them together tightly and shakes his head before flashing her a wan, abstract smile “Come on Zee,” he urges quietly. “Let’s go back to bed.”

It’s embarrassing the way her heart flips over at that. 

Her fingers tighten around his for the briefest of moments - she doesn’t want to let go. She wants to stay here and hold his hand and demand the answers she’s due. When she turns to face him, it’s at the tip of her tongue: do you really love me or was that just a lie?

Blue eyes blink at her, their edges creased. His forehead wears furrows. Something uncertain and hesitant and fearful lurks in his gaze.

Her demand dies a quick, painless death.

What if he says he does not love you, that voice taunts, what if he leaves you because you pushed him too much? Your bones are not hollow enough to bear the weight of his absence.

Her fingers twitch against his before she draws her hand back to herself. “Yeah,” she says. Her smile fits strangely on her mouth. There’s something corroding her ribs. “Let’s go.” 

So what if her heart is breaking? At least she has him by her side. It's enough for her. 

It is.

It is.

The lie stings her flesh as she makes her way back to their cabin.

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-Her nails were short, the black polish on them worn and chipped, but there was a sharpness to their tips, as if maybe they dreamt of being claws.

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-My King, he calls her. My Bramble King, he titles her. "Mon Champion," she whispers in reply, for she is not strong enough to resist such open devotion.

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-Song filled the air, notes lifting from the violin strings in shimmering quicksilver and spreading around them both in brambled spirals. It was a violin she held, but it was a piano she played, its soft discordance forming into the waltz she so frequently heard in her dreams.

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-Ah, I am but a worm, squirming beneath a rock. Someone like me is not meant to fly. "Psh," she scoffs, resting her brow against his. "You are no worm, my darling. But I would love you even if you were, and carry you up there in my beak if need be."

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-"Much of society struggles to embrace those who do not conform, whether by choice or circumstance." She turned her head back towards him, shrugging as she gave him a crooked smile. "Much of society is, of course, a collective idiot."

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-She stares at him, brows raised, for a long moment as her mind tries to wrap around the concept of a ‘door-to-door salesman’. The very notion makes her skin crawl- going up to strangers’ houses? And trying to be charismatic enough to get them to buy something? What an absolute nightmare.

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-What's a louche? "Originally," she hummed softly into his ear as she opened one of the bottles and poured a generous amount into each glass, "it referred to the worst kind of trouble. The kind that would ruin your reputation if you indulged too much in it." She chuckled, low and husky and still close to his ear, one hand sliding softly onto his shoulder for balance she didn't really need.

"Fitting, then, that they chose to adapt the word for absinthe and its preparation ritual," she continued as she placed a spoon atop each of the glasses, and then a sugar cube on each of those. "Absinthe was the artist's drink, after all. The poet's, the harlot's, the madman's." Now she reached for the water carafe, her dark hair falling forward around him. "It's little wonder I'm drawn to it, hm?"

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The wolf plops down onto its haunches with a huff-- and by the time she's situated, Shrike is her lanky self once more. With a wave of one thorn-clawed hand, she sets lilies to blooming throughout her brambles, their perfume thick and heady enough to cut at least some of the rotting smell. She plunges her other hand into the loam, quicksilver roots spreading from her fingertips that set to work soaking up the old blood stench. While hardly adverse to a sanguine perfume, she much prefers it to be fresh.

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The Sadir Inheritance {Sam Drake x Fem!Reader} Chapter 3

Summary: The lure of adventure and a handsome sum of money may not be the only attractive thing about this expedition… 

A series of events that ensues when a headstrong twenty-something tags along with one Samuel Drake to uncover his latest discovery.

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Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None, aside from mature language :)

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“Move, for God’s sake.” You hiss, worming your way through the herd of incompetent tourists and miserable office workers swarming every nook and cranny of Tottenham Court Road station.

Tube station foot-traffic irritates you at the best of times, but being stuck amongst what seemed to be the slowest flock of people in the capital when you’re already extremely late was pissing you off more than you’d care to admit.

Very, very typical that the one time you decide to put a little extra effort into de-frizzing your hair and spritzing on some perfume is entirely wasted on and absorbed by a sweaty tube carriage full of people who seem to have an allergy to deodorant.

Sigh.

With your useless colleague running late, you had been forced to call Sam on your break, anxiously telling him not to bother meeting you at the pub as your shift was bound to run over.

Sam simply chuckled down the phone at your incessant apologies.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweets.” He said once he could finally get a word in, the familiar nickname instantly sedating the ceaseless butterflies in your gut as a smile fought its way onto your face. “I’ll meet’cha there. Scott’s not staying too far from me so we’ll head up there together.”

And as quickly as your smile had appeared, the butterflies were jostled awake again as your mouth morphed into a grimace.

You’d been in an odd mood since. Initially, you’d put it down to having another person work alongside the two of you, but it’s not like you wanted Sam to yourself.

Was it? No, that would be silly. You scoffed at the thought.

Power walking out of the station like a middle-aged woman who’d been given the wrong coffee order, you’re, unsurprisingly, still in a mood.

With one hand keeping your bag’s strap firmly on your shoulder, you use the other to push back flyaway hairs which had gone wild from your fast pace, worsened by the humidity of the train.

Shoving your bag into a more secure position after making sure to swat an irksome teenager with the spatial awareness of a HGV, you wrestle out the elastic which kept your hair in a ponytail, in order to retie it, but as you make the first loop around your hair, a sudden ping against your hand makes you grumble.

You keep walking, trying your best to neaten out the bird’s nest of hair on your head as your brows remain crinkled by your frown.

If another minor inconvenience happens between here and the museum, you’re convinced that you may scream.

With a face like thunder you finally approach the main entrance of the British Museum.

Knowing Sam would be expecting a call when you arrived, so as you walk through the gates, you fumble around in your bag for your phone, pulling it out and unlocking it swiftly, trotting up the steps to the main doors.

As you begin to tap your contacts, a voice from beside you attracts your attention, and you’re forced to wipe the frown off of your face before you turn.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Slightly startled, you turned to see Sam jog towards you, removing a cigarette from between his lips, to hold it between his fingers.

“Hel- oh- Shit .” Sam slows to a stop and both of you stare at the floor; specifically, at your phone which had ever-so-kindly flown out of your hand as you raised it to wave at him.

He sniffs, taking a puff of his cigarette as he continues to stare at your phone for a moment. He turns back to you, blowing out a sideways string of smoke with a laugh, bending a little to meet your eye line.

“Is… is your eye twitching?” He teases, eyes squinting a little with a smirk.

You scowl.

Sam feigns fear, stepping back and putting his hands up defensively with a grin.

“Shit, kid. Bad day?”

“How could you tell?” You tilt your head sideways, closing your eyes and rubbing your face tiredly before crouching to pick up your phone, praying to yourself that your screen isn’t smashed to oblivion.

You let out an exasperated sigh of relief as you place your thankfully undamaged phone back into your pocket.

“Doing okay now?” He laughs, brow hitched up in soft concern.

“Better.” You sigh, cheeks flushed in slight embarrassment of your flustered nature.

He takes a step back towards you with a smile, his frame blocking the spring sunlight from blinding you.

“C'mere.” He opens his arms and pulls you into a hug, keeping his cigarette between his fingers; his warmth and the waft of cologne-tinged nicotine unconventional and unexpected comfort, and you feel your frustrations begin to dissolve almost instantly.

“Thank God you’re a hugger.” He says, still taking care to keep his cigarette well away from you.

“I’m not.” You mutter, grin tugging at the corners of your lips. “You’ve actually just made my day significantly worse.” You joke against his chest as it shakes lightly with a chuckle.

Sam holds you away from him by your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze before he pops the cigarette back into his mouth.

Once he pulls away, you watch Sam’s eyes dart down quickly, then back up, a confused frown forming on your face as he kneels in front of you, cigarette re-clasped between his lips.

You look down and watch as Sam begins to tie your loose shoelace which he spied flopping around on the floor. You, of course, hadn’t noticed.

“This would’ve been the next thing, Calamity Jane.” He mutters.

“Thank you, Samuel.” You salute, and Sam raises an eyebrow up at you, smiling around the cigarette. He puffs out another mouthful of smoke and stands, removing the ciggy, crushing it under his boot, before scuffing the debris away from him.

“It’s a £150 fine for that, you know.” Both of you turn to see an elderly man walking up the steps beside you, frowning at Sam. “You’re not setting your daughter a very good example.”

You instantly snort, tugging your lower lip between your teeth as you stare wide-eyed at the floor. You cough to cover your laughter.

“She’s…uh- she’s not my-”

“It’s disgusting, isn’t it.” You cut in after clearing your throat, smacking Sam’s shoulder as he turns back to you with a bemused expression. You stepped beside Sam, reaching up to place a hand back on his shoulder as the two of you face the old man.

“I keep telling him,” Your eye contact exchanged from the crotchety old man, back to Sam, raising an eyebrow, “I tell him ‘Dad,’” you bite your cheek, “you’ve really got to stop with all that smoking. It’s making you age faster.” You watch Sam clench his jaw slightly in the corner of your vision. You turn to the old man once more. “He’s actually eighteen.”

The man huffs out a disgruntled grunt as he looks between the two, shaking his head as he continues into the museum entrance, muttering something-something-impertinence. You let out a cackle as Sam gives you a gentle shove, making you stumble.

"Smartass," Sam exclaims as you stop yourself from falling over, shaking his head as the corner of his mouth twists into a smile, which he badly attempts to hide.

"Hey, he said it." you laugh as Sam rolls his eyes, his smile growing by the second.

You turn to the museum's entrance, your eyes grazing over a large board advertising the exhibition. Sam follows your eye line. "We'll go in a couple of minutes. Just waiting for Scott to bring the exhibition tickets."

You nod in understanding, watching as he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a slightly squidgy-looking KitKat, glancing towards you as he begins to unwrap it. A nervous feeling begins to bubble inside you as you are reminded of the other person who will soon be tagging along.

"You eaten?"

"Haven't had time," you shrug, trying to push the horrible feeling away. Sam stops unwrapping the wafer and snaps off half, removing it before handing you the rest of the packet. "No, it's okay, it's yours." Sam shakes his head as he bites into his half, shaking the other at you until you take it with a smile.

"I don't want you passing out on me," he says with his mouth full. Truth be told, you are grateful for the offer.

Sam wolfs his half down in seconds, and you watch as he begins to suck the melted chocolate off of his fingers. You begin to nibble the chocolate from around the edges of your half.

"Psychopath," Sam looks at you with the tip of his thumb still between his lips.

"Hmm?" you frown, snapped out of your trance, your eyes snapping back to your biscuit.

"Eat it normally," he scoffs.

"I am eating it normally."

Just as Sam is about to retort, someone approaches his side and places a sun-kissed hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry about the wait, mate. The queue was ridiculous." You look up at the source of a subtle Australian accent to see a man, slightly shorter than Sam but still around the 6-foot mark, probably in his mid-thirties.

As you munch on the rest of the KitKat, you can't help but think that the way he runs his hand through his sandy hair makes him appear unapologetically handsome.

"These Brits and their queues.” Sam replies with a laugh, taking a ticket from the man's hand. He glances at you. "Scott, this is-"

"I know exactly who this is." The man cuts Sam off with a grin. He sticks out his empty hand, which you shake politely. "Scott. Nice to meet you, darl'."

"Hi!" you reply, internally kicking yourself at the sickeningly sweet tone you speak with. You clear your throat. "Sorry I’m late.”

"Eh, not your fault," he replies, his green eyes flickering up and down your face. “Hope you don’t mind me tagging along. I’ll pull my weight, promise.”

You feel heat rise in your cheeks as he looks at you with a smirk. Scott hands you your ticket, swiping his hand across his chin as the two of you look at each other, a gesture that confuses you even more as he turns back to Sam. The pair share a grin, and you look past Scott to see Sam strategically covering his mouth with his hand to hide a laugh.

You feel your face grow hotter as an anxious sense of discomfort bubbles up in your stomach. Why are they both smiling like that?

"What are you-"

"Shall we, uh, get going?" Scott cuts you off, still smirking before turning to go back up the museum steps.

You frown.

"What?!" you grit your teeth at Sam.

He shrugs, invading your personal space. "Being smitten over a guy you've just met is embarrassing enough, doll, but," he reaches for your chin and runs his thumb across it - you pout with furrowed brows, confused, until he hovers his thumb, now chocolate-covered, in front of your eyes, "with this around your mouth?"

Without finishing his sentence, Sam snickers, then turns to jog up the steps, sucking the chocolate off his thumb as he goes.

Completely bemused, you stand with your cheeks aflame, absentmindedly tracing your thumb over where Sam's had just been. Fuck.

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"Okay, so we've established that over the course of 400 years, the Sadir family accumulated thirteen generations' worth of these treasures. So that means-" Sam begins nonchalantly, scanning over a brochure he picked up at the beginning of the exhibition as he walks into the final room of the exhibit.

" Alleged treasures," Scott interjects, flicking through the pages of his small ring-bound notebook. The trio had been wandering around for almost two hours, noting down any information they come across, no matter how relevant they deem it to be.

Honestly, Sam’s over it. He wants to get back to his hotel and review all the information they've gathered so far - away from the scrutiny of every snooty security guard in the museum that took it upon themselves to keep an eye on him after passing judgement on his neck tattoo.

He also wants to take a nap; after she had taken him back to the hotel the previous night, Sam found it difficult to sleep.

While he found it hard to drift off at the best of times, last night was particularly difficult. Jet lag, followed by the adrenaline one feels when meeting someone for the first time, as well as the anxiety that forever looms over him at the start of any search- the ‘you’re not good enough’s. The ‘this is a waste of time’s.

He found himself seeking solace in his phone- an activity he rarely imbibes in. As he scrolled through images on his phone relating to his latest load of research in search of reassurance, the video he'd refused to delete when she'd begged him to do so began to play.

And as he watched her making a complete fool out of herself all over again, singing and dancing as though she was the only person in the world at that moment, a... not entirely unfamiliar feeling reappeared deep in his gut, which he struggled to shift for most of the night. It wasn’t all too unpleasant. Just a strange… excitement that he couldn’t quite drown out with noise of the b&b’s cheap fan.

Sam was smiling then, but now he regretted not trying harder to switch off.

"What?" He turns to face Scott, scratching at his forehead as he tries to regain his train of thought. Scott sighs, running his thumb and forefinger across his eyebrows.

"There's been no mention of any specific 'treasure' so far. We can't get ahead of ourselves."

"Don't worry about that," Sam continues as Scott finishes jotting something down into a small ring-bound notebook. "Our priority should be finding where to start looking. Where these Sadir guys would have hidden whatever the…treasure might be. Was it moved from place to place or was it stationary for decades? We worry about what's actually there when we get closer."

Scott clicks the lid back onto the pen, resting it behind his ear before folding the notebook under his arm. "Yeah, that's, uh, all well and good, Samuel, but when we get closer and realise we've been chasing after nothing but rumours, then what? We need clarification that this isn’t going to turn into a huge waste of time.”

"He's got a point, Sam." He turns as the sound of his name, watching her follow them into the latest white room full of glass cases and large displays containing books and papers, all heavily aged by time.

His eyes follow her fingers as they trace across an information plaque.

"It's a nice prospect, but…I don't think any of us have found anything worthwhile yet… other than the fact that Emaan’s father worked on the first excavation site at Petra. And if this is our only lead…” She trails off, disappointment evident in her voice.

"She's right," Scott continues, leaning on a nearby pillar. Sam watches the pair smile at each other in mutual understanding before she wanders over to a large case containing a slightly torn, dirt-covered suit and a small collection of other miscellaneous items. He runs his tongue across his teeth, irked somewhat as Scott continues.

"Look, mate. We've not lost anything yet. Frazer's last payout got my trip to England sorted, and it was easy enough for you to get here, so maybe we should just call it quits and cut our losses-"

"Quits?" Sam scoffs. "We've been here for what? Two hours? And you want to call it off already?" He huffs, folding his arms. "Jesus."

"We don't want to." He turns to her with a frown as she speaks, still focused on the contents of the display case.

"It just…seems… like we need to regroup or…” Sam and Scott turn towards her as she trails off, leaning closer towards the glass in front of her. "Scott?" She turns to face the younger man, gesturing for him to go to her.

Sam frowns as Scott places a hand on her shoulder, leaning in beside her to examine something. Feeling a pang of something not too dissimilar to jealousy, he decides to approach them both.

"What is it?" Sam asks, standing on her other side, placing his hands inside his sherpa's pockets. He still feels agitated, also disappointed that his companions’ levels of enthusiasm have already dwindled in such a short space of time.

"Hang on." Scott responds, opening his notebook, flicking through its pages. He begins to furiously scribble some notes onto the lined paper, translating the Arabic characters written on a few sheets of torn-up, extremely weathered paper; all incomplete. A combination of English and Arabic lettering.

"This is Emaan’s stuff.” Sam turns his head to the young woman next to him as she reads out some of the information provided by the museum. "The clothes he wore, all of his belongings which he had on him at the time of the crash.”

As he watches her eyes narrow in concentration, he feels his frown soften slightly. Her irises twitch with an innocent curiosity that sparks the same feeling he had last night, and as her tongue subtly swipes over her bottom lip in thought, he can’t help but think about how soft her skin felt as he swiped chocolate off of her chin.

He probably shouldn’t have licked it off of his thumb like that though.

She turns to him, wrapping a hand around his upper arm with a small smile as she takes in the slightly zoned-out glaze over his eyes.

"It, um, it looks like he had some sort of letter that never got delivered to whoever he intended to send it to." Still holding his arm, she turns back to the paper behind the glass, which Scott is still reading through.

"Scott's translating it. Well, what's left of it." Despite his irritation, Sam feels himself smile at her inquisitive expression.

His eyes flicker to her hand, which lightly squeezes his denim-clad arm. “Hey. Are you okay?" She asks quietly, still looking through the glass in front of her, almost as if she were embarrassed to ask.

Sam sighs again. "Yeah." She turns her head back towards him, looking at him as if she’s scoping something out. “Just exhausted.”

"Jet lag?" She smiles sympathetically. Sam turns to the floor as she lets go of his arm, removing his hand from his pocket to rub the back of his neck.

"Mhm." He lies, feeling her eyes on him still.

"Crikey." They both turn to Scott, who has a promising grin on his face. He taps the glass case with his pen before he begins to read a portion of his translation.

"I have placed the remaining assets and have logged them at…I think this says…Al-Khazneh. You must travel there as soon as you can to uncover where I have hidden…Then it gets cut off.” Scott pauses, taking another glance at his notes. “The end says: I know I have left you in an inexcusable situation, but I pray that this begins to make amends for what I have done."

"Al-Khazneh?" Sam questions.

“I’m curious about the ‘inexcusable situation’. Who was this meant for?” Scott mutters, tucking his notebook under his arm as he scratches at his stubble.

"The…treasury." She mutters, more so to herself than to anyone else.

Sam watches her scrunch up her face in thought, cogs turning in his own mind.

“It… it said in the other room that Karam Sadir, Emaan’s father, was part of the excavation crew who uncovered the lost city of Petra, yeah?” Sam turns to Scott who nods, then to her as she bounces off of him.

“Al-Khazneh means… treasury. I think you…you've got to go there. Petra.” Sam watches as her eyes light up. “Worst case scenario, you get a nice little holiday out of it all.”

"I mean," Scott speaks. "Assets? Hidden? God knows who he wrote this to, but it obviously didn't get to them."

"I know it’s touristy… But Petra sounds like your best bet at finding what and where the hoard’s been hidden. It could be the next step.” She responds. Sam watches as she bounces on her knees excitedly, feeling a smile make its way onto his lips. She grins back, a slight sense of pride in her expression that makes Sam’s eyes narrow as he takes it in. He’s seen that look before, but it’s so much better in person.

"Holy shit." Sam exclaims, making an elderly couple nearby tut at his language. “My apologies.” He turns, hearing a quiet chuckle from beside him.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but… ”

His eyes flick excitedly between the two accompanying him, a grin beginning to form on his lips as he locks eyes with the latter.

“You two still wanna quit?"

[jarofstyles]

Fan Club II

A/N: Let the tension begin to build 😈This part is a little shorter than the others but it’s a necessary step - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: angst, anxiety attack, and tender moments

word count: 3.5k

Harry was confused on all levels. Y/N was in his brain like a damn worm and didn’t seem to ever be coming out of it. That was the most frustrating part. It had been about a week, his second bakery visit being short and sweet with another hug and asking for 2 more lemon squares, but he had been a bit bland with texting back. He was trying to distance himself. Not fall for the good girl next door act. 

“Harry, please at least make this believable tonight. I’ve seen a few tweets talking about you going to the bakery so someone must have been a fan in there, so make sure tonight you’re a gentleman to her. People are watching.” Jeff Warned. It wasn’t like Harry sat around and complained about her. He barely said a word. He did tell Jeff he didn’t trust her, but he had restricted any social media usage because he knew the moment he found Y/N’s pages he would stalk her for a while. He would need to make sure it didn’t happen. 

They were sharing a car to the restaurant, and everyone knew the secret so when they pulled up to Y/N’s place, Harry felt a little more relaxed. Jeff would take over until showtime at the restaurant. There would be paparazzi by the time they left, but going in would be far easier.

Y/N was nervous to say the least. This would be her first time being photographed officially with Harry, holding hands and everything. It was a big deal and she wanted to look nice. She had done her whole routine, showering and smelling nice, doing a light makeup that she saw all his past girlfriends do, and changed into her outfit. She felt sexy but still fashionable, definitely not too expensive. Just the right amount of everything. 

When she got the text saying the car was there, she knew it was game time. Y/N made sure to bring her keys, her phone, and wallet, putting it all in a small fashionable blue over the shoulder bag before walking to the elevator and making her way out to the car. 

“Hey.” Y/N smiled as she opened the door, climbing into the car and buckling up. God he looked delicious. His hair was all floppy, his outfit matching hers in a strange way. The two of them together looked good, she couldn’t lie. “You look nice.” She said once again, but she really did mean it. “Smell nice too.”

They both sat in the back seat, Jeff and his wife in the front. Harry smiled lightly and nodded. “Uh, thanks. You too.” He went back to his phone. Honestly, if he didn’t? He would have died. Honest to god died. Her tits looked immaculate. Harry hadn’t seen them like this before but he was nearly choking on the way he wanted to bury his face between them. The first he had dated weren’t really all that big in that department— nothing wrong with that. But she had the perfect amount. Perfect handfuls. Something he was positive would be lovely to suck on. Fuck— fucking hell. 

He had to look at his phone or he would get hard. Y/N smelled good too. Like coconuts, vanilla. He wasn’t sure if that was a perfume or a bakery thing but he enjoyed it thoroughly. They kind of matched, too. which was weird. They hadn’t discussed it. 

Y/N sighed a little, not really knowing what she was expecting considering they were in private. She would rather spend no time with him in private if this was the case. She went all out to look nice for him to just say, ‘you too’? God this would be hard. 

“Hi Jeff, hi Glenne, it’s nice to meet you.” Y/N spoke sweetly, “I’d give you a hug, but you know.” She chuckled and sat back, trying to ignore the fact that Harry was ignoring her. What a terrible fake boyfriend he was, really wasn’t into the whole method acting thing. 

“Hey!” Jeff greeted. “Are you ready for the first pap run?”

“You sound so cheery about it.” Y/N laughed, “I guess I’m ready.” She shrugged and pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I reckon dinner will be fun, bit more excited about that. Get to chat with you all a little more.” It was the honest truth. She wanted to spend some quality time with Harry and with Jeff and his wife. If she was going to spend a full year knowing them? Hell, she wanted to make the most of it. She didn’t just want to fake being friends with them.

Was she serious? Harry thought. Come on. That wasn’t real. There was no way she actually thought they would buy that excuse. She didn’t give a fuck. No way. But of course— both of them bought into it. It was like Harry was the only one who could see that this was sketchy. That it wasn’t what was right. She was too sweet for her own good and that alone had Harry very, very suspicious. He listened to them chatter and took glances at her every so often. This would be torture for him. The whole thing. He was so physically attracted to her that he was worried that it may show when they weren't supposed to be acting. Y/N seemed to get along with them great. It was another thing that made him want to pull his hair out. She had to be bad in some way. No one was genuinely this nice and sweet without having a bad side. Gorgeous or not.

Jeff and Glenne were genuinely nice people, and Y/N was thankful that at least they were being open. Then again, Jeff was Harry’s best friend, then surely there was just something wrong with her. It had been a few days since they met and Harry wasn’t letting up no matter what she did. It would be a slow burn she assumed. She looked over at him, catching him already looking at her with a small smile. Y/N turned her attention back to the front of the car, watching as Jeff pulled up to the restaurant. 

It was go time. Y/N walked out of the car after Harry, moving her hand to hold on to his bicep as they walked towards the restaurant. She didn’t really have a method to her acting, she simply did whatever felt natural. Let herself go whenever they were out in public.

Harry placed his hand over hers and squeezed. He could tell she was nervous, and regardless he didn’t want her to be nervous here and feel upset. Especially when they’d be looked at and photographed. 

When they walked into the place, he looped an arm around her waist and let her lean into him. He felt a small hand on his jacket lapel and let her play with it as Jeff took care of the reservation arrangements. They’d been sat outside at a nice place with those bulb string lights, lots of plants. They’d be sat facing people so photos could be taken— but the people wouldn’t know that. He’d have to keep a good face this whole time. It was going to be a new challenge but part of him was giddy to be able to play it up and touch her during this time.

Y/N’s nerves weren’t really that noticeable, but to anyone else it would just seem like she was nervous because she was on a date with Harry. It was a normal reason to be nervous and frankly, she felt it made her seem more relatable. Despite the fact that Harry and Y/N were acting, they seemed to flow quite naturally and easily off of one another. It didn’t take a lot of effort, she just leaned into him whenever he touched her and vice versa.

“Ooo this is nice.” Y/N commented on the look of the place. She had obviously never been here before, but it looked like it would be good. The smell coming from the kitchen was incredible as well. “Thank you again for inviting us out..” Y/N said to Jeff, purposefully saying us instead of me so anyone who heard knew they meant Y/N and Harry as a pair. She scooted her chair a little closer to Harry, making sure there was enough space for them to have subtle touches if need be. Y/N wasn’t sure what Harry would want, but she wanted to have their options open and ready. She had never seen him actually interact with a woman like this except for when he was with Kendall and those photos leaked. She wondered how he would act when he meant for people to see.

Harry felt the pressure but also knew he was lucky Jeff was here to keep the conversation going. He was feeling a little awkward but fell into his conversation relatively easily. 

“So the bakery... Harry said it’s lovely. That the lemon squares are amazing.” Glenne broke the ice, opening up her menu. It was a midrange pricing so he was hoping that she wouldn’t freak too bad. Money really wasn’t an object to Harry. Granted, most of his clothes were gifted to him and he didn’t pay for much luxury items because they were sent for promotion, but he didn’t mind spending if it was for a good time. He had millions. 

“They are very good. I like them a lot. All of the things are great, though.” Harry complimented sincerely but she wouldn’t know that. His arm hung over the back of her chair, subtly showing ownership. that’s what it would come across as anyways. Most people wouldn’t know this about Harry but he was possessive, jealous, and pathetic when it came to his lovers. He didn’t like sharing. He loved being alone with them and being in their own worlds. He hadn’t had a perfect fantasy of that yet but he figured he may as well get out his affectionate wants when it was supposed to be shown. Pass it off as acting.

Y/N smiled brightly when her bakery was mentioned, her pride and joy. She was just about to speak when he complimented her baking even more. That was cute. Too bad it was all acting. She needed to get out of that mind frame though and really sink into the character. She’d deal with her emotions at a later time. 

“That’s sweet, thank you.” Y/N smiled over at him, setting her hand on his thigh and rubbing her thumb against the fabric of his pants. “But yeah, my sister opened it up 5 years ago and I co-own. We have a solid flow of customers. It’s really fun, we’ve been saving to get it refurbished.” Y/N explained, also looking down at the menu. She quickly decided on the grilled miso salmon and carried on speaking. “I want to buy the upstairs bit as well. Want to open it up to local musicians to have gigs there and stuff. Also possibly wanted to do a kids baking class. Lots of ideas.” Y/N smiled, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. She was really ambitious and career driven, always wanting to improve. It was something she took pride in and hopefully Harry would come to admire about her.

Harry was impressed. She had ideas and they didn’t seem to involve being famous, so to speak. She seemed to want her bakery to do well but anyone who had a business desires it to thrive.

“That’s a lovely idea, pet.” His hand took purchase on her shoulder then. It was bare, jacket off so he ran his thumb over the softness of her skin there. Absolutely delicious. Y/N had to know that she was fucking gorgeous. That she had inspired many a man’s fantasies. He could see down her shirt slightly and had to adjust slightly, knowing he would get a stiffy if he continued. Harry was watching for any telltale signs she was lying but from what he could tell, she really did want to do that to her bakery. And that was pretty admirable. 

It took a second for Y/N to relax into Harry’s touch, not having expected it. The feeling of his rough calloused fingers caused butterflies to erupt in her tummy. She could only imagine how good they would feel on her clit— fuck she had to stop. 

“Lots of musicians in the town would thrive off of it. A little bit of exposure and a place to play goes miles for people who aren’t very hopeful.” Jeff confirmed. “You’ll have to ask Harry for opinions when you do that. He’s good at that stuff— the stage design.”

Y/N hummed in response, “I’m sure Harry could come up with some brilliant ideas, always does.” She complimented, sending him a small wink just to keep the ball rolling. It was nice to be able to flirt and know that it was meant to be reciprocated. Maybe this whole acting thing wouldn’t be too bad? She could just live out her fantasies like this. 

The waiter came and brought over a bottle of wine for the table and took all of their orders. Though the restaurant was mid range, she still had a feeling that this was a place posh people went. She’d have to get used to that as well. Y/N felt too normal for places like this, but then again, Jeff was really good at making her feel comfortable.

To Harry, the dinner was weird. Not in a bad way. But he had found that their chairs had gotten closer during the meal. They’d touched each other a bit— not sexually. Or trying to be sexual, he should say. He had been living out part of a mental fantasy, letting her hold his hand and play with his rings when they waited for the food to come. Y/N hadn’t gone for the most expensive thing— rather a cheaper item and he had tried coaxing her into getting something a bit more, but she said no. It was weird that she was acting like money didn’t motivate her. Isn’t that why she took the damn job? But they’d been touching subtly and talking, Harry smiling down at her pretty little face. He had an urge to kiss her too— which had scared the fuck out of him. He wanted to swoop in and taste her gloss before it went away but he couldn’t. When they finished though, Harry looked at her and began to talk. 

“Listen— May get intense, yeah? Lots of cameras flashing. Just hold on to my hand and don’t let go.” He was serious. There were a lot of cameras and a lot of flashes and he didn’t want her to freak.

This part did make Y/N nervous. The cameras. She had seen pap videos previously and they always made her uncomfortable to watch. It was scary having people say things to you whilst bright cameras were flashing. 

“Okay, I trust you.” Y/N told him in a soft voice, giving him a small smile that really was only meant for him. Part of her didn’t want this night to be over, she wanted to hang out with him some more and chat with him. It was her day off tomorrow so she didn’t mind staying up late and going home if that’s what he wanted. She doubted he would want her to stay the night.

Harry held her hand and as soon as they stepped out, the cameras flashed like crazy. Asking Harry to look at them, to say who his girl was. Who she was. How old she was, what’s her name. Were they dating? But Harry got irritated when he felt her move behind him, seeing someone had pushed her slightly and she had stumbled. He stopped in the middle, gently grabbing her hip and pulling her to walk with him. 

“Be careful, mate.” Harry said to the pap, brows furrowed. “Alright, love?” Y/N looked flustered, but nodded. So he continued on, lifting her by her waist and putting her in the car before climbing in behind her. Genuine concern took over when he saw her breathing heavier, face knitted in concern as he gently pulled her over and let her hide her face in his neck. His glare was actually visible to the outside where people took photos through the windows before Jeff sped off. “Hey.. Y/N? You okay?” Harry spoke, pulling her back.

The experience was something Y/N couldn’t explain. As a person who had mild anxiety, she thought that she could handle a situation like that but it was intense in a way that she truly didn’t know what to explain to anyone. You really just had to experience it to know. When she was pushed it really sent her into a small panic, trying her best to hide her face a little now that she’d felt what paps could really be like. Harry came through though and genuinely helped her. She was so thankful for him and for him sticking up for her as well. It meant a lot. It went by so quickly she could barely process it, a bit shaky and out of breath. Going off instinct she nuzzled her face into Harry’s neck, taking deep breaths to calm herself down and relax. It was over, she had jumped the first hurdle and things would get easier from there. At least that’s what she told herself. 

“Y—yeah, I’m okay... that was just.. a lot.” Y/N told him in a soft voice, still close to him but she wasn’t sure if that was okay. Y/N decided that it would be more hurtful if he moved her off than if she moved herself, but she really couldn’t do that right now. “I’ll be okay, just need a second..”

“It’s okay.” Harry rubbed her back a few times. He wasn’t a complete asshole. She was obviously shaken and he couldn’t even blame her. He wasn’t sure why so many had popped up— he was positive they’d only called for 3 but, that’s a later question. “You’re alright? Yeah? Shit’s scary sometimes but you made it through.” He didn’t know why he slightly melted but seeing her in genuine fear and feeling her shake slightly against his body made his urge to protect her come right to the front. “Jeff, drive around for a bit, yeah? Pop into Waitrose and get her a drink.” He could tell that she was going to be okay but needed a little coddling. He continued to rub her back and let her hide in his neck. Her breath was hot against his neck, and he felt her start to calm down.When Jeff came back, Harry gave her the drink and gently peeled her away, letting her stay seated close to him. “Slow sips. Just relax. You did great.”

Y/N kept herself nuzzled into the crook of his neck while she waited, finding that to be the safest place on earth. She relaxed just by taking in his scent and feeling his heart beat through the pressure point that beat against where her nose was. That combined with his hand on her back was doing the trick. This wasn’t acting and she knew it wasn’t. It gave her hope that he wasn’t in fact a shit person, he was concerned and cared enough to ask Jeff to drive around some more and get her a drink. She really did appreciate it and him. 

“Thank you.” Y/N said quietly, taking the bottle into her still slightly shaky hands and took a small sip before taking another slow one. Y/N did do great, she knew she did. She had seen enough pap videos to know how to elegantly carry herself, but there were way too many paps there. She’d never seen that many. Maybe people were just that excited to see Harry have a girlfriend.

Harry knew later on he wouldn’t regret being kind to her right now. She was genuinely terrified and he didn’t want that for anyone. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she didn’t want fame, but that didn’t mean he could trust her. Maybe he could be nicer. But he had to keep a distance because his cock was not on board with that. It wanted to bury itself in her plump little ass. But whatever— he could use that visual later. 

“You’re alright, Y/N.” Harry watched her carefully. “Didn’t know that many were going to be out there but, don’t worry. We’ll make sure we do our very best so that doesn’t happen again.” She wouldn’t get away from paps— but having 20 flashing cameras blinding her and pushing? That wouldn’t ever happen again. He was willing to risk his career on that. No human decency. 

“Now, let's get you home.”

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[part 3]

A/N: H is soft, he cracks under pressure 🤧- n + d

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Felinette Month 2020 - Day 20: Beach Day

Sorry for the delay! Things are getting crazy so there will likely be more delay before the rest of the @felinettenovember prompts are finished. I’ll definitely still write them all though, if you guys decide to stick around for it!

This will probably be my most inappropriate one, with a hormonal teenage Felix at the beach with their class. At most it’s PG-13, so don’t feel too worried, and it’s only part of like two paragraphs closer to the beginning.

Around 1500 words

Marinette has been a natural designer since before Felix had met her. She seemed born with fashion in mind, functional fashion rather than the absurd looks many designers focused on for the runway. He knew she was going places, even before he heard Gabriel discussing her internship offer with Nathalie. 

With her natural ability, Marinette knew how to best emphasize certain areas while minimizing less flattering features. Unfortunately this talent also drew Felix’s eyes and made him feel like a dirty pervert. Part of him hated agreeing to go on this pointless school trip, a trip to the beach to celebrate their upcoming graduation. Soon everyone would head into their separate fields and there'd be less excuses to see each other. Felix would miss out on seeing the lovely Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

He held out hopes that after he finished his business management degree and started working to learn the ropes of Gabriel (in order to eventually take over part of the family business), he may be able to sneak in and see Marinette more often... If she did accept the internship offered… and stayed with the company that long… and wasn't being worked to death… the last one he could at least try to prevent at that point by trying to force her to take necessary breaks.

The fondness he was harboring (a large crush if plainly said, obvious to all even if he refuses to directly acknowledge it, Marinette included) directly lead to his agreement to go to the beach with their class, most of their expenses covered (at least in part by a sizeable donation he had finagled anonymously), and therefore to his current predicament: the distracting state of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Sporting a lovely swimsuit of her own design, she looked modest yet more eye catching than usual. The top half appeared to be some hybrid between a halter and a bandeau top, with cloth and strings going down to her bottoms in a way that not only held the pieces together and more firmly in place but also drew the eyes over her ridiculously toned stomach and towards her hips. The bottoms fit well, hugging her curves and covering her actual butt, rather than showing "hints" like many of their classmates while still making its existence known,  complete with some bows tied on to add a certain degree of "innocent modesty" to the design. The shades of pink and blue she chose were perfect for both her skin tone and to bring out the depths in her eyes. She was indeed phenomenal in her design capacities and very possibly toying with him. 

And Felix couldn’t seem to stop his eyes from tracing over her, from her bright smile down to her muscular stomach (what kinds of workouts is she getting at that bakery?!), back up to the hair twisting between her swimsuit strap and her neck, and then to her face again. The sound of her laugh ringing out didn't help him focus on gaining composure.

Repeatedly he would lay down and cover his face with the book he had chosen to bring (an older copy of his that wouldn't be worsened by the sand or dirt getting on it), all in hopes that he could will away the fantasies worming their way into his thoughts. Kissing her, one hand behind her neck wrapping around strands of thick dark hair, the other on her hips. Feeling the warmth of her skin from soaking up sun and smelling the delicious perfume she preferred lately, her body pulled close. Her hands drifting up my chest or, better yet, my back as she tries to limit the space between us. Felix smacked his face in hopes of pushing out his perverted thoughts. Damn hormones. She isn't an object to be used, she deserves to be treated with respect!

In his concentration Felix missed that he was actually groaning incoherently out loud, as well as the sound of Marinette approaching to invite him to build a sandcastle with her. Her voice made him jump and a blush spread across his entire face.

"Hey Felix! I know you've got your book but I was wondering if you wanted to help me build a sandcastle? You've got really steady hands and a nack for structure!" She smiled hopefully, leaning over towards him with her hands on her knees. Felix looked away and noticed more than one set of eyes watching them jealously. Marinette was definitely beautiful.

"Heeeey… you startled me… are you sure you don't want to build it with someone else? I don't mind helping but you might have more fun with someone else," he stumbled through his words, trying really hard to avoid looking towards her face and body without seeming rude. At that angle, it was too hard not to see her body while looking at her face and he knew it would distract him too much. He hated how much his hormones had flared up in recent months.

She laughed in her usual bright manner in reply to his weak protest and reached a hand out towards him. He accepted as she told him to come on and pulled him towards a sandy spot far enough in to avoid the waves rushing over it but close enough that they could easily get the more wet sand. Marinette had already picked the perfect spot out by setting a few cups of different sizes, a few gardening tools, and a few drinks partially buried in the sand. As they arrived, she pulled one bottle out of its wet sand holder and checked that Felix liked that kind. He appreciated how attentive she was to people's preferences. She pulled out a different soda and took a sip before returning it to her homemade cup holder. Felix followed suit, then took his place across from her and picked up a small rake-like tool.

He began scraping across the sand, both pulling up sand and flattening out the area. He slowly packed the displaced sand into one of the largest cups in tandem with his landscaping. Marinette watched him for a bit, then picked up a small cup and went to the water's edge to collect some water.

With one large cup filled with sand, he put it down to start building the wall towers. Marinette began pulling sand from other surrounding areas and wetting it with her additional water to pack it into the mold. Soon the two had worked seamlessly to build the outline of a large castle with tall walled areas and it was ready to be shaped further. Felix found that while he could sneak glances at Marinette as the sun shone off her hair beautifully and, with something concrete to focus on and keep his hands moving, it was much easier to keep his mind from straying to the inappropriate. 

The two managed to smooth the walls, make indents for arched windows, and the shape of a door. On the outer walls, they made what looked like a drawbridge pulled up and indents on the top made it look like the tower had crenelation. They had determined a moat would be ideal for their castle's defense. This they made deep, digging down until the sand was almost closer to being dirt, then made a path down to the water's edge so the tide could run down. Rather than digging the entire way deeply, they angled the path so the water would be encouraged to move that direction while theoretically also containing a minimum amount of the water that already flowed into the moat. Finally they moved some of the water directly into the moat so it would have a start.

By the time they finished, a few classmates were watching with interest. Marinette took a quick photo on her phone, telling Felix to pose next to it with a smile. He obliged only for her sake.

Felix stood and stretched, giving his body some time to loosen up after crouching for so long. Suddenly a little bit of water splashed on his back, startling him. Marinette laughed behind him and he turned, face expressing some of the shock he felt. She cracked up even more and Felix decided this was worth getting revenge.

He sprinted towards her in the water and she reached too slow for his surprising speed. He managed to grab her by the waist and twist her around, causing her to fall gently into the slightly deeper water. She continued laughing and Felix grinned before she pulled him into the water with her. This was a challenge he couldn't ignore so he began the splashing contest between the two.

On the shore, Nino and Alya watched from their blanket under an umbrella. The two wondered aloud if they should start a betting pool on who would win or how long it would take the two to start dating. They decided both would be appropriate. 

[mczenrath]

aesthetic.

what are your muse’s aesthetics? bold any which apply to your muse! remember to REPOST! feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ] ~ burgundy. red. crimson. scarlet. maroon. mahogany. copper. amber. chocolate. brown. tawny. tan. bronze. brass. orange. gold. saffron. yellow. chartreuse. spring green. lime. mint. green. olive. forest. turquoise. teal. cerulean. blue. navy. cobalt. periwinkle. indigo. pewter. plum. purple. magenta. fuchsia. lilac. lavender. pink. coral. peach. ivory. cream. white. silver. grey. smoke. charcoal. ebony. black. pastels. vibrant. matte. metallic. muted. dark. light.

[ BODY ] ~ mutations. claws. fangs. wings. tails. feathers. webs. spikes. scales. fur. stripes. spots. freckles. acne. bruises. scars. scratches. gashes. lashes. wounds. amputations. burns. brands. teeth. gums. tongues. lips. beards. mustaches. cheeks. noses. ears. eyes. eyelashes. eyebrows. hair. heads. neck. shoulders. collar bones. arms. elbows. wrists. hands. fingers. breast. back. ribs. abs. belly. hips. curves. butts. legs. thighs. knees. shins. ankles. feet. toes. nails. sweat. spit. tears. blood. heart. stomach. lungs. liver. veins. guts. bones. spine. muscle. skin. feline. canine. masculine. feminine.

[ WEAPONS ] ~ bites. fists. kicks. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. bow. crossbow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. bombs. missiles. boomerangs. lethal pets. lasers. canons.

[ MATERIALS ] ~ metal. gold. silver. platinum. pewter. titanium. iron. steel. copper. bronze. brass. tin. bismuth. diamonds. pearls. rubies. garnets. sapphires. emeralds. jade. peridots. alexandrite. opal. topaz. jasper. quartz. rose quartz. smoky quartz. amethyst. citrine. fluorite. amber. malachite. turquoise. lapis lazuli. sodalite. pyrite. labradorite. moonstone. petrified wood. wood. paper. parchment. hemp. canvas. burlap. oils skin. muslin. rayon. faux. wool. fur. lace. leather. skins. suede. corduroy. silk. satin. chiffon. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. rocks. flint. asphalt. brick. granite. marble. dust. rust. glitter. sand. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. carbonate. rubber. synthetics. nylon. polyester. plastic. glass. porcelain. bone. shells. coral.

[ NATURE ] ~ grass. leaves. trees. bark. flowers. roses. daisies. forget me nots. tulips. lavender. sunflowers. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. roots. ocean. pond. river. stream. waterfall. creek. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. tropical. jungle. marsh. moors. swamp. plains. hills. highlands. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. fire. lava. ice. frost. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. shadow. tornado. hurricane. water spout. thunder. hail. twisters. humidity. dryness.

[ ANIMALS ] ~ birds. penguins. eagles. owls. falcons. vultures. hawks. swans. parrots. parakeets. doves. pigeons. ducks. robins. cardinals. blue jays. bluebirds. blackbirds. crows. ravens. magpies. mockingbirds. flamingos. ostriches. seagulls. albatross. peacocks. condors. finches. pelicans. chickens. geese. quail. bats. sheep. cows. buffalo. deer. hedgehogs. elephants. horses. giraffes. cats. lions. tigers. pumas. cheetahs. jaguars. foxes. dogs. wolves. coyotes. bunnies. mice. rats. monkeys. apes. bears. pandas. polar bears. snakes. iguanas. chameleons. alligators. crocodiles. turtles. lizards. frogs. toads. whales.dolphins. fish. sharks. stingrays. octopus. lobsters. crabs. bugs. spiders. moths. butterflies. flies. maggots. roaches. ladybugs. beetles. cicadas. dragonflies. fleas. termites. leeches. worms. snails. mosquitoes. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. dinosaurs.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] ~ pepper. salt. sugar. honey. syrup. caramel. candy. bubblegum. mints. candy canes. gumdrops. lollipops. chocolate. vanilla. cinnamon. ice cream. cake. cookies. brownies. biscuits. pie. tarts. lemonade. soda. champagne. wine. brandy. rum. whiskey. vodka. tequila. sake. beer. soju. gin. crema de cacao. cocoa. latte. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. fruit. apples. oranges. lemons. cherries. strawberries. blueberries. raspberries. cranberries. watermelons. cantaloupes. bananas. coconuts. grapes. kiwi. pomegranates. tomatoes. vegetables. potatoes. cucumbers. carrots. turnips. onions. leeks. celery. broccoli. cabbages. lettuces. roots. nuts. white meat. red meat. raw meat. veal. pork. chicken. beef. venison. fish. lobster. oysters. pizza. ambrosia. pasta. sandwiches. soup.

[ HOBBIES ] ~ music. piano. flute. woodwinds. whistles. drums. guitar. cello. synthesizer. violin. lute. harp. fiddle. harmonica. trumpet. brass. singing. composing. folk. classical. bluegrass. blues. jazz. big band. pop. country. rock. punk. metal. electronica. hip hop. reggae. ska. rap. vinyl records. cassettes. cds. soundcloud. itunes. spotify. art. sculpting. pottery. painting. watercolour. drawing. pastels. charcoal. sketching. graffiti. printing. inking. collecting. fighting. martial arts. self-defense. boxing. fencing. sumo. wrestling. jousting. paintball. lazer tag. duelling. hunting. fishing. climbing. weight lifting. training. sports. football. football (usa). rugby. baseball. cricket. lacrosse. volleyball. basketball. tennis. badminton. skating. cycling. sailing. swimming. rowing. hiking. running. gymnastics. dancing. ice skating. hockey. reading. writing. cooking. sewing. acting. photography. video games. horseback riding. gardening. smithing. shopping. traveling. movies. theatre, libraries. books. magazines. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. science.

[ STYLE ] ~ nudism. perfume. cologne. piercings. tattoos. henna. body paint. war paint. make up. lipstick. mascara. eyeliner. eye shadow. powder. beauty marks. blush. nail polish. lingerie. fishnet. pantie-hoes. socks. stockings. leggings. long johns. under armor. corsets. sports bras. bustles. camisoles. blouses. button ups. tunics. vests. waistcoats. leather jackets. ponchos. sweaters/jumpers. hoodies. skirts. jeans. kilts. breeches. scarfs. cravats. ascots. belts. sashes. gloves. heels. sandals. platforms. tennis shoes. penny loafers. jordans. slippers. boots. cowboy boots. rain boots. army boots. armor. justaucorps. trench coats. capes. cloaks. burqa. suits. tuxedos. kimonos. saris. sun dresses. gowns. jewelry. earrings. nose rings. lip rings. tongue piercings. belly rings. gauges. eyebrow rings. necklaces. pearl strings. leis. bracelets. bangles. cuffs. watches. friendship bracelets. rings. pendants. lockets. broaches. boutonnieres. pocket watches. cuff links. hats. crowns. circlets. flower crowns. helmets. hijabs. turbans. baseball caps. cowboy hats. brocade. doublet. gorget. bracers. masks. cowls. braces. glasses. sun glasses. eye contacts. pajamas.

[ MISC ] ~ balloons. bubbles. candles. battle. war. diplomacy. peace. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. sex. hugs. duality. sin. lust. greed. wrath. envy. sloth. gluttony. pride. virtue. chivalry. honor. piety. charity. diligence. chastity. gentleness. aggression. romance. hatred. grief. pity. success. bitterness. sorrow. joy. fear. anger. good. evil. relativity. vampirism. sapphism. life. birth. time. death. illusion. silence.

Tagged stole from: @ababwa Tagging: @direbcrn @sunsreign & anyone else who wants to do iiit