#she's your guiding star your spark in the dark and with her by your side you feel like you can take on any trial

[rellanas]

honestly i think now i've replayed it, i can confidently say i think cassia is one of my top 5 favourite vg romances.

[st4rfckerz]

you and sarah reminisce on some old memories

Sarah’s room felt like a time capsule, its soft baby blue walls still dotted with the glow-in-the-dark stars she stuck up years ago. The same faintly floral scent of her favorite candles lingered in the air, and her bed— its mismatched blankets piled high, it felt just as warm and familiar as ever. You laid together side by side, staring up at the ceiling as if the answers to life’s biggest questions might appear there.

Sarah rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her hand as she looked at you with that familiar spark in her eyes. “Do you remember how we used to have sleepovers almost every weekend?” she said, her voice soft and tinged with nostalgia. “It didn’t even matter what was going on, we’d beg our parents to let us stay over, and we’d just spend the whole night talking about the most random stuff.” She let out a small laugh, her gaze drifting toward the ceiling. “Half the time, we didn’t even sleep. We’d just stay up giggling until one of us got in trouble for being too loud.”

You smiled, the memories flooding back like they’d happened yesterday. “And how we always ended up sharing the same bed?” you continued, a grin spreading across your face.

Sarah nods. “Mhm, we definitely got cozy back then.” A mischievous glint appears in her eye as she recalls one specific memory, one you hoped she’d never bring up again. Your heart immediately started racing, and you felt your cheeks flush a deep red. “Oh my God, Sarah.” you started, already flustered.

“What?” she asked innocently, though her smirk said otherwise. “I’m just saying, someone got all shy after-”

“You kissed me first!” you blurted out, your voice louder than you intended. Sarah rolls her eyes playfully at your wide-eyed expression. “Oh come on, don't look so shocked! Girls kiss each other all the time.” She sits up, crossing her legs and leaning towards your body conspiratorially. You groaned in mortification and pulled a pillow over your face, hoping to disappear into the fabric and never come out.

Gently, her hands tugged at the pillow, moving it from your face entirely. She smiled, leaning closer until her lips brushed yours in a soft, deliberate kiss. “See? It’s not so bad.” she whispered before kissing you again.

Sarah smiles against your lips as the kiss deepens. Her hands slide up your sides, fingers grazing the soft skin beneath your tank top. She presses closer, pinning you to the mattress as your tongues tangle together. Her hips grind slowly against yours, the friction sending tingles through her body. Sarah breaks the kiss, panting softly as she gazes down at your flushed face. “We can keep going if you want.” You nod eagerly.

She gently takes your hand and guides it beneath the waistband of her shorts, letting you feel how wet she’s gotten. “You feel that?” Sarah purrs, subtly grinding her hips against your hand.

“Wait,” Sarah stands up abruptly, her eyes sparkling like a lightbulb had just gone off in her head. Before you could ask what she was doing, she slipped off her shorts and panties, tossing them aside with zero hesitation. “Take these off,” your heart raced, unsure of what exactly she had in mind. Sarah’s eyes hungrily roam over your body as you remove your own shorts. “You’re gonna love this, just follow me.”

Sarah grins wickedly as she spreads your legs wider, exposing your glistening pussy. “Look at you, so needy already," she coos, circling your clit with a feather-light touch, relishing the way you squirm and gasp beneath her ministrations.

Sarah positions herself over your lower half, your slick folds pressing together. She begins to move her hips, sliding her aching pussy against yours in a slow, sensual grind. “Oh fuck…” she moans, relishing the delicious friction.

“That's it, just like that,” she exhales shakily. “Wanna make you cum so bad," Sarah growls as she starts grinding harder, faster. “Been such a good friend all these years, you deserve it.” Her hands roam your body, tweaking your nipples and kneading your tits as you rock together. Sarah leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.

Your hips buck wildly, chasing your impending release. “So close- don't stop," you pant, voice ragged with pleasure. Her fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight as she keeps the frenzied rhythm of her pelvis.

“Cum with me, I wanna feel it.” she commands. Sarah throws her head back with a guttural moan, hips jerking erratically as her orgasm crashes over her. As you both come down from your highs, she collapses onto you, your sweaty bodies tangled together.

“See? I knew you’d like it.” Sarah murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your jawline. After a moment, Sarah lifts her head to gaze at you with another mischievous glint in her eye.

“So...you think this means we're gonna start having sleepovers again?”

[imagineinside]

Star-Like Encounters (Hugh Jackman x Fem!Reader) Chapter 1

A/N: In between posting chapters for the Wolverine fic I'm working on, I also wanted to pick up something about Hugh Jackman. I want to first preface with the fact that this is not meant to be taken as reality and we need to be respectful of people mentioned, this is purely a work of fiction. With that being said, I hope you enjoy!

Description: You begin your first semester at a prestigious university with a mix of excitement and chaos. After a frantic start involving a late arrival due to your roommate’s Hollywood-related detour, your day takes an unexpected turn when you meet Hugh Jackman, your roommate’s boss, at a movie studio.

Hugh, intrigued by your expertise in physics, invites you to consult on a film project aiming for scientific accuracy. Balancing your new academic responsibilities with a potential Hollywood cameo, you must navigate your dual interests. As you face your own feelings, you discover that the lines between your professional and personal worlds are more intertwined than you imagined.

Currently Applicable Tags: (Future) 18+, Fluff, cocky Hugh Jackman, flirty Hugh Jackman, age gap (55 and 27) more to come.

Running through the hallways of the prestigious university you had dedicated your whole life to working at, you cursed at yourself for running so late. It wasn’t entirely your fault, however. Needing to share a car with your best friend and roommate always had its disadvantages.

And this morning, her boss had decided he needed her assistance out of absolutely nowhere, meaning you had to drop her off at a studio downtown before driving to the university.

Unfortunately, you had no idea who her boss actually was, otherwise you’d go on a rampaging smear campaign as payback for them jeopardizing your career like this. You had asked your best friend various times, with you both sober and drunk at various times, who her boss was. All you had gotten out of her was that “he is a Hollywood hot-shot, and he’s been in some of your favorite movies.” She always said that last part with a mischievous grin on her face.

You bolted into the lecture hall and all 100-some eyes turned to you, including the headmasters in the back. You took only a moment to catch your breath before fixing your appearance, smoothing out your skirt and wiping the sweat from your brow.

“Good morning, everyone,” you called in greeting as you approached your desk, throwing your briefcase on top of it and shrugging off your jacket.

You received a cacophony of “good mornings” back.

“It’s a pleasure to be here at the start of your semester, and I’m excited to guide you through the wonders of astrophysics this semester.” You heard a few groans rupture from the students, but you simply smiled to yourself. You had been that student once upon a time. “We’ll explore the life cycles of stars, the structure of galaxies, and the mysteries of dark matter. Astrophysics can seem daunting, but it’s really about understanding our place in the universe. Embrace your curiosity, ask questions, and don’t worry if things seem complex at first—every great discovery starts with a simple question. I’m here to support you, and together we’ll uncover the fascinating stories written in the stars.” You felt your heart lift up in your chest, you truly had such a fascination with this field of study.

You dared for a moment to lift your eyes and read the approval written in the headmaster's face, a spark lighting in your chest. “Now, let’s start with the Big Bang, shall we?” You smiled once again as you heard hundreds of notebooks being flipped open to the first page.

Nothing like the start of a new semester.

* * *

You drove your beat-up Volvo to the location your roommate had sent you when she texted you earlier that day. As you rolled up to it, your brakes squealing as you came to a stop, you realized it was an entire campus of movie production. There were hundreds of people mulling about on the other side of the protected gate. Some were riding around in golf carts, others sprinting from set-to-set, a whole flurry of movement.

You always had a fascination with Hollywood and the film industry. When you originally started at university yourself, you majored in theater and dance. But… after your first year, for reasons you’d rather forget, you changed to astrophysics.

“There you are!” Your best friend, Ashley, squealed and pulled you into a big hug after you stepped out of the car. “I had the best day today!”

You laughed at the excitement written all over your friend's face, “I’m glad, just don’t make it a habit of making me late to my class.”

Ashley’s smile dropped as she put her hands together in a silent prayer, “I am so sorry about that. I talked to my boss about it and he promised he would be more considerate next time.”

You sighed and crossed your arms, fauxing an upset scoff, “Fine, I suppose I can let it slide this time–”

“That’s good, I don’t need you murdering my best assistant.” A deep voice called out past the front of your car. You knew who that voice belonged to in an instant with that deep, sultry Australian accent. You had all the X-Men movies he was in on DVD and saved to your computer, as well as “The Greatest Showman” and even the series “Faraway Downs”. (You used to have a cutout of him in your room when you were younger but you don’t need to bring that up…)

Your eyes were glued to your best friend who gave you a sheepish grin, as if even she hadn’t been expecting this. You were afraid that if you looked over at him, he would just evaporate into thin air.

“I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself, I’m your friend's boss. You can call me Hugh.” Suddenly he was crossing into your line of sight, a hand held out in front you as a way of greeting.

You snapped yourself out of your trance that only his voice had put you in and went into professional mode, something that was a common necessity in your line of work, “Hugh, nice to meet you. I’m Ashley’s roommate… and oftentimes chauffeur.”

That pulled a laugh from deep inside his chest as he shook your hand. His grip was strong but still gentle so as not to crush your dainty fingers. It was incredibly hard not to notice the way his hand dwarfed yours in size, his palm calloused and rough in comparison to yours.

“I am terribly sorry about today, we got called to set at the last minute to start production for a new movie. It will not happen again.” He assured you.

You gave him a reassuring smile, “No worries, only made me late to my first lecture of my professional career, but not a big deal.” You laced your words with heavy sarcasm as you flashed a look to Ashley, who looked like she was about to combust with embarrassment. Did she really think you were going to embarrass her in front of her boss that much?

“Lecture? Are you a Professor?” Hugh asked as he leaned against the rusted hood of your Volvo.

It took you a moment to respond as you soaked in his large arms crossed over his massive chest. You wish you could be buried in there. Christ, you were acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. You cleared your throat before responding and smoothed out your skirt. You weren’t entirely sure, but you thought Hugh’s eyes followed your brief movement. “Yes, at Stanford in the Physics department. It’s where Ashley and I both studied.”

“Stanford, wow,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows, he seemed genuinely impressed. “You must be quite renowned in the Physics world to have gotten a job there. And… excuse me if this comes off as inappropriate, but you are so young too.”

“Just passionate, Mr. Jackman.” You say with a polite smile.

“I thought I told you to call me Hugh,” he replied with a teasing smirk that lifted one side of his mouth higher than the other. It felt like you were going to combust right there with how fast your heart was racing.

“Anywaaaay,” Ashley jumped in. You had almost completely forgotten she was standing there. “She and I best get going, we still need to make dinner tonight.” She rounded the small car to the passenger side door and threw her bag in the backseat.

“I guess it’s–”

Mr. Jackman cut you off with a quick step forward, “Actually, if you don’t mind me saying, you may be able to help us.”

“Us?” You asked and flicked your gaze towards your friend who looked like her world was ending right there in front of her.

“You see, some aspects of the movie we are working on happens in space. I will refrain from saying anything else since, well–if you’re a fan I don’t want to spoil anything,” he said with a hearty laugh, “But the producers and directors have been fighting about the physics of the movie. They are trying to make it as accurate as possible, I suppose. And well, I am very out of my depth when it comes to anything like this.”

You nodded at him, one hand on the door handle of the Volvo.

“If it’s not too much trouble, would you be willing to join our next meeting to teach them a thing or two about physics?” He asked and took one more step forward, a sparkle in those soft, hazel eyes.

“Well, Mr. Jackman–”

“Hugh.”

“Uh, Hugh,” You went on, “I am very flattered but I just don’t know if I will be the best suited for the job. I am sure you can find others that will be better at this sort of thing.” You said with a nervous laugh. There was no way you would survive getting looped into this movie with Hugh Jackman as a leading character.

Plus, Ashley liked having boundaries between her work and personal life, which you understood. You didn’t want to overstep without talking to her about it first. You don't know what you would do if you lost her friendship because of something like this.

Hugh smacked his lips together and patted the hood of your tiny car. “As a person who enjoys her work because you are passionate, I feel you would be the best suited for this task.” He held up his pointer finger as he reached into his back pocket to pull out an old, leather wallet. “I will give you my business card,” he said, holding up a small piece of white paper, “if you give me yours… Professor.”

You hesitated for a moment, not sure what this would all lead to, before nodding your head and reaching into a side pocket of your briefcase, producing a small manilla rectangle with your information printed on it. “Here you are, Mr. Jackman.”

He didn’t correct you this time as he reached over to retrieve your business card, before placing his own in your open hand. You didn’t want to dwell on the fact that this piece of paper smelled like him, all manly cologne and pinewood…

“I think we will be seeing each other in the future, Professor,” he said with a wink and a wave as he turned around and walked back towards the campus.

And you’d be damned if you didn’t watch his tight butt in those bootcut jeans disappear past the gate. But you didn’t notice him turn back around to get one last look at you as you climbed into your car.

* * *

You and Ashley made dinner without touching the subject of her boss who apparently now wanted to recruit you to help with the project. On one hand, you really wanted to say yes to his proposal. After all, this may be the closest you could ever achieve to the film industry after your change in major. But on the other hand, you knew Ashley took a lot of pride in her work, even as an assistant. She planned to climb the ladder of the entertainment business one rung at a time. After all, she held out throughout the entirety of her theater degree at university, when you just bailed when it got too difficult.

“I can feel you thinking about it,” Ashley said while you sat on the couch together, each with your respective bowls of ice cream and rewatching Gilmore Girls for the third–maybe fourth time?

You groaned and grabbed the remote, pausing your show. “I know… I’m really sorry.”

“Hey,” Ashley said and reached across to place her hand on yours reassuringly. “I know you care about film just as much as I do. Hell, they do need a lot of help with the physics of the movie, and I am definitely no help in that department.” You let out a small chuckle in silent agreement with your friend. As much as you loved her, math was not her strong suit.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright if I say yes? I mean, it’s not like it will be my actual job or anything. I probably won’t even interact with you and Mr. Jackman that much.”

Ashley shook her head, “No, it’ll be completely fine if you take the offer. And you’re right, usually Hugh and I are busy doing other stuff rather than being involved in the technical discussions, or at least I am.”

“So our friendship will still exist?”

It was Ashley’s turn to laugh, “Yes, dummy, our friendship will still exist.”

“Ugh, you’re the best!” You yelped and lunged across the couch for a hug, ice cream be damned.

Later that night, when you were getting ready for bed, your phone lit up with a notification from… an unknown number?

You had to let out a deep breath after his last text let a flurry of butterflies free in your stomach. You tried not to let it get to you so much, he was probably just being nice. Plus, you’ve watched enough of his interviews to know how flirty he can be without really meaning it.

Laying in bed, you opened your phone to Instagram. You snickered at the first photo that popped up on your feed. It was Hugh Jackman dressed in his yellow Wolverine uniform taken from an angle that definitely aged him, but you still found it adorable nonetheless. Without thinking, you pressed the heart button on the bottom left of the picture. After all, you’ve been liking his pictures for years by that point.

After that, you set your phone to “do not disturb”, waiting for the sun to wake you the next day. And when you finally woke to check it, a notification popped up on your phone that had your heart flying around your chest.

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Tears to Shed

This is based on Tears to Shed from the Corpse Bride. Where Alastor accidentally marries the reader. The only problem is Alastor doesn't want to marry anyone. TW: Angst, Hurt, Sorrow, Illusions to Suicide but you can't die in hell unless it's angelic steel; Alastor is well Alastor, Mimzy is Alastors partner in this. <I am open to writing a part 2 if yall like this> @willowaudreykeyes helped me edit!

The day Alastor slipped the ring onto your finger seemed to shake the whole world with the weight of fated lovers. He was a striking figure, with caramel skin glinting beneath the sun, eyes alight, and a vigorous appetite for power and immortality. But beneath the surface, a shadow lingered: his heart was not free but tied to Mimzy, that star of the city, resplendent with the possibilities of influence and status among humans.

But in that very moment, as your eyes caught the gleam of the ring, you could almost think he chose you. You were, after all, wearing his ring, and he had said those vows with such passion as if some unseen force bound your destinies. 

But then time unraveled, and the truth trickled in like a cold, silent mist: Alastor wanted neither you nor Mimzy. He wanted to be free and live a life unencumbered by chains called commitment. He wanted power and to be feared above all others in his realm.

You had been heartbroken, perched up on the roof of a falling building in Hell, looking out at the fire spreading to the horizon. Never a fan of red and black, you'd always enjoyed blue and silver. The licks of flames danced like lost souls, taunting your self-worth.

You did, indeed, feel the gravity of your life in that moment-the corpse bride, once a loving beauty, now a demon cloaked by yearning and solitude: Alastor had brought one spark of hope into your heart only to cast it down into the dark. The pain of betrayal and the weight of your new existence as a demon were crushing you, threatening to consume the last remnants of your humanity.

You remembered that cold, starless night when he slid the ring onto your finger. For the beat of a moment, you were complete, while today, you are the broken pieces of what you once were: a beautiful woman full of life and a longing to be loved. But now, the truth stared you in the face: he was trapped, and you were the specter haunting his every step, it would appear.

You'd found Alastor begging for Mimzy's help only hours before. The scene had played like an echo in your mind, a foreign sound that twisted your insides. You'd seen it in his eyes, heard it in the shake of his voice. Beneath the bluster of a power-hungry fool, he was just a man desperate to be free of the tethers of a promise he had never wanted to make. And you, you were the one who had been used as a pawn in their twisted game of power and love.

As the reality fell in your heart like ashes, your friends emerged from the shadows: Nero, the imp, and Arianna, the succubus. Their loyalty to you puts a soothing wave over your spirit of fire and ice. They pressed themselves against your sides, the heat from their bodies contrasting with the chill of your skin and the despair that began to wrap around you as time passed.

They stared at the scene before you, knowing this was their doing. Had they not encouraged you to keep Alastor in your life, to guide and mentor you in a fantasy of mortals and demons in love, you wouldn't be like this on the brink of unleashing your powers on all of Hell once again, just as you had on the day you had died.

"What does that wispy little brat have that you don't have double?" Nero's voice was soft yet managed to cut through the fog in your brain. The gentle touch of his hand to yours was akin to a lifeline for a moment.

Arianna leaned in, her eyes aglow with wild affection. "She can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile!" she said, in words that were an attempt at stitching the pieces of your heart together.

"Yeah, how about a pulse?" You snorted, the venom of bitterness thick in your voice as you stared at the fiery scene below your chosen hideout. You just felt like an antique compared with the sweet Mimzy.

"Overrated by a mile!" Nero chipped in, his voice light yet grave, as he sat by your side with a mutual understanding of the pain you are experiencing.

"Overfed!" Arianna cut in with a snort, her tail flicking in outrage.

"Overblown!" Nero exclaimed, with echoes of laughter resounding around the darkening space. Then he turned to Arianna, who nodded with full vigor. For a moment, their eyes shone with playfulness as they looked at you, hope alighting in their pupils.

"If he only knew the you that we know," they chorused in unison, gripping your hands tight. Their faces held pride with a touch of pain, but they held steady on one thing: their unity in support of you.

Arianna played with the ring on your left hand, smirking with mischief and love. "And the little silly creature isn't wearing his ring!"

Nero playfully elbowed you. "And she doesn't play piano!"

"Or dance or sing! No, she doesn't compare!" they chortled, their voices rising like some haunting melody.

But the shadows of doubt clung to you like a second skin. "But she still breathes air," you muttered; the weight of your reality fell again.

"Who cares?" they chorused, still enthusiastic, though you knew they were growing tired of your self-doubt.

"Unimportant!" Nero insisted, scrambling onto your shoulder, his small frame reassuring.

“Overblown!" Arianna echoed with whimsical reassurance, wrapping her tail gently around your arm.

"If only he could see how special you can be. If only he knew you that we know," they said in one accord, a mantra to which you were no longer sure you believed.

You stood, peeling yourself gently from the tangle of friends. Your undead eyes threatened to spill over with tears as you swayed on the precipice of despair, humming a mournful tune. Closer to the edge of the building you sat atop, the seductive allure of the fall whispered promises of nothing, for you could not die here.

"If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain. If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same." You flourish the blade hidden in your garter, the cold steel calling to your mind your immortality. The use of it on Alastor flashed across your mind a spark of the most dangerous kind. You chase the thought away, turning back to your lament. The struggle between your desire for revenge and your lingering love for Alastor was tearing you apart, threatening to push you over the edge of sanity.

"And I know her heart is beating, and I know that I am dead. Yet the pain here that I feel, please try and tell me it's not real." You turned your gaze to your friends, their faces dimly lit by the firey light of hell, then fell back from the rooftop, landing softly within a coffin overflowing with blue and silver roses, the delicate petals wrapping you in a sorrow growing only larger by the minute.

"And yet, it would seem I still have a tear to shed." Your eyes, no longer shining bright, now blazed with the bitter salt of lost love, lost on the one with whom you had believed you shared. Yet time was a thief and saved little space for sorrow. Nero and Arianna were already down to your level, their eyes afire with determination in jarring contrast with the despair flooding your heart.

Nero was first to huddle beside you, his face lined with concern and encouragement. "The only redeeming feature of that little creature is that she's alive!"

Arianna joined him, her cheeks flushed from the hurried descent. "Yeah, it's overrated!" she chimed in, light in tone but weighted with the depth of unsaid meaning.

Nero nodded vigorously, nudging you gently as he gestured to the world beyond. "Yeah, even overblown!"

Arianna smirked, crossing her arms in a very defiant pose, even going so far as to tilt her chin upward in some kind of dare for you to say otherwise. "Everybody knows that’s just a temporary state, which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate!"

Nero's grin widened as he helped you sit up, your surroundings—a darkened alleyway—looming on like some sort of forgotten lover's heart. "Who cares?

Arianna wrapped her arm around your waist, the touch grounding and warm. "Unimportant!" she insisted, dismissing the weight of your sorrow with a wave of her hand.

Nero tugged your good hand with newly formed determination, pulling you toward the busy streets, back into the folds of society. "Overrated!"

Arianna toyed with your hair before flashing a mischievous wink over the mask of worried tension she knew was building the more they danced around your feelings. "Overblown!"

The pair sparkled brightly as they laughed-a stark difference amidst the cowering crowds shrinking away from you, the infamous Corpse Bride, the dainty specter who wielded more souls than damn near Lucifer himself.

"If only he could see how special you could be, if only he knew you, that we know!" Their words of encouragement merely cut through your heart like daggers.

You merely shook your head, a deepening frown as the shadows danced in your eyes, before pulling away and meandering to drift across the streets. A melancholy tune tumbled from your lips as those who'd dare to follow quickly began to wither into roses of silver and blue, scattered remnants of what once was. As you approached the next street, your lament started again, an echoing whisper.

"If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain; in the ice or in the sun, it's all the same." You breezed by a café with candles on its tables casting their golden light into the night air, and without even batting an eyelash, you blew them out, embracing the darkness like an old friend.

Your eyes closed, knowing, sans sight, that you were the most significant threat this Hellscape had ever known. Your heart clutched, and your sorrow blossomed into a dark storm that sent those who knew your power scurrying back into the shadows, fear etched upon their faces.

"Yet I feel my heart is aching; though it doesn't beat, it's breaking, and the pain here that I feel, please, try and tell me it's not real." As your eyes fluttered open, the street transformed before you: what once was vibrant red and black now lay cloaked in shades of blue and silver- your wailing, weaving a tapestry of despair, draped over the once bustling scenery.

"I know that I'm dead, yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed." Your voice was barely heard, and there was a broken murmur as you made your way to your house. The chill of the stone outside was like the weight of your grief. Climbing the stairs with sluggish motions, you sat at your piano bench and stared onto the keys, the swell of your sorrow deep.

Nero and Arianna watched you, their faces heavy with what was not said, too much pain entering them as it had the rest of hell when you started your lament. They knew all too well that you only called upon your full banshee powers when the weight of despair bore too much, even that they could not fix it.

You laid your fingers against the keys, and the weight of silence fell. You pressed a key, and the note sang out to resound as one deep ache in your soul, for Alastor would go back to the world of the living, leave you for another, and leave you a shadow.

The sob, so fragile yet mighty, ripped itself free from your lips and unleashed a storm into the very pits of hell. Your wail pierced the night, a chorus of anguish, seeing as you were Y/N, the Corpse Bride, or better yet, a banshee of ill fate, rivaling the voice of Lilith herself.

The roses that danced around your abode shook with solemn trembles at the harmonization of keys to a requiem of lost love. And you, still lost between the planes of life and death, celebrated being the Harbinger of Sorrow.

[foolish-clown]

Dancing in the Dark

A/N: Got an early finish from work and my brain said do the thing.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

The shadow to her light, standing back as she lights up for all to see. You weren't a secret, not quite, and yet you thrived under the hidden smiles and knowing touches.

Idol!Karina x Back-upDancer!Reader

Your lungs burn with a familiar fire; adrenaline guiding your stamina through the motions.

Lasers danced up your body with sporadic bursts of energy, the stage beneath your feet vibrating with a unified excitement that was shared by the crowd.

Sweat was slightly coating your skin, strands of hair beginning to stick around the expanse of your forehead.

You were exhausted, and yet you've never felt so alive.

The roar from the fans that had come tonight had only gotten more hyped with each hour that passed, hoarse throats doing little to squander the primal need to encourage and adore.

There have been a few times where you've had to squish down an exhilarated smile, to undo the curve of your lips and place professionalism back in control.

You couldn't help it, especially during parts of certain choreography a certain someone would face you and make such unhinged expressions to test your control.

Damn Yu Jimin and her Master's Degree for making you laugh.

The one time you did slip, you couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad, not with the pure delight that sparkled in her eyes for the brief second she had before needing to turn around again.

Sometimes -- perhaps in your delusional mind -- it was like the two of you were dancing together. That each light surrounding the space was but a star in the void of space.

It was a thought that didn't play often, kind of hard to with Spicy being belted out by the four idols in front of you, but it was one that occurred enough to make it stick out within your mind.

It was easy for you to love your job to begin with, but those little moments, when she makes it feel like it's just the pair of you -- it just makes you truly appreciate what you had.

Karina made it so easy to love her, and despite the moments of shared banter, you always made sure to let her know just how much she's truly appreciated.

And even now, with the last song coming to an end, you watch as she continues to give it her all for every single person who had come out to see them that night.

- - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - -

Sometimes, depending on how the night went, the sizzle and spark stays strong even as you're all changing back into normal attire.

Well, for most people, Winter looks more than ready to crash on a soft bed for the next 5 years.

There's a part of you that feels for her, after all your own mucles feel like they're only moments away from liquefying.

But then the idea of drinks and food are brought up to celebrate a night well done, and the chorus of cheers from all members of staff easily drown out a singular tired whine.

You catch Karina's eyes on you from the other end of the room, her smile one of silent adoration that never fails to awaken the slumbering butterflies lying dormant in your chest.

You will never deny the urge to be closer, and so before you know it the distance has decreased within nothing but a flurry of rapid movements.

"You did well today," you say upon approach, loving the way she reaches out to intertwine a pinky with your own.

"So did you."

A grin tugs at your lips, and you tilt your head in a way that lets her know she's about to be enticed into a battle of bants. "How do you know? I'm behind you for maybe... 90% of the time."

She attempts to mimic the expression on your face, but one side of her mouth extends way too far, "because it's you, so I know you did well."

Bullseye. There was no winning when she's so genuine.

You try to brush away the heat rising against your cheeks, but at this proximity there's no denying it.

"Flatterer."

A hum, now all of your fingers are interlaced. "No, just honest."

A stuttered breathe breaks free from your nose, love poured into every particle that filters within the space between you.

You really, really wanted to kiss her when she says things like that.

And if the look on her face is anything to go by, she's fully aware of the fact.

Her smile turns wry and she settles with a squeeze of your hand before their manager is calling for her attention.

Well you think, willing away the frantic beat of your heart, she's going to pay for that.

- - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - -

A surprised gasp almost forces its way passed your lips when a hand settles over your own.

Too engrossed in a conversation with one of your fellow dancers, you hadn't even noticed when Giselle had decided to switch places with a certain someone.

"Hi," Karina smiles when you jolt in her direction, and you're left floundering for but a second before you regain yourself.

"Damn, and here I was thinking it was Giselle that wanted to hold my hand."

She raises a teasing eyebrow in your direction, the grip on your fingers tightening very slightly.

"Nuh-uh," she shakes your head, but the way the words slur only slightly lets you know that not too much alcohol was in her system... you think.

"No, you're right," you once again concede, making sure to lower your voice since it was only made for her to hear, "I prefer you holding my hand anyway."

She looks deep into your eyes upon your words, and you can see the quick spark of desire, the same one you had only a couple of hours prior.

Kiss her, go on.

But you hold steady, after all there will be a time and place when Karina will be able to freely call you hers, a day when the thumb caressing your skin won't be a secret under the table.

Until then, you'll make the most of the dances you share in the dark.

[simp2537]

𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜

John Wick x child!fem! Reader.

Series Trigger Warnings: Child abuse, abandonment issues, self harm, self hatred, depression, religious trauma, murder, gore,

Chapter One

The scent of iron and copper stained the area around him as he lay in the ground. His dark irises looked up at the barrel of the gun in front of his head. Corpses laid around his as he breathed softly. 

With every dawn a pupillus is brought home

The girl that stood before him was dressed in an all black suit, perfectly tailored to her. Her hair sleeked back in a ponytail and braided. Her eyes cold and hard, like a killers should be. She couldn’t have been older than ten.

Her face still held that childlike glow that most kids her age had. Her Glock was firmly between his eyes. The man she’d shot before, laid dead at her feet. 

“Ты Баба Яга?” The girl asked, her voice that of a pure innocent child. (Are you Baba Yaga?)

With every dusk a pupillus is dead. 

John stared at her and he slowly stood up. Her gun trailed him as he towered over her. 

“Yeah.” The girl hummed softly. In a swift movement her gun was in a holster at her side. She let out a small sigh.

“Good, I’m your pupillus.” John froze. A pupillus? A child bought, taken, given and molded into a killer. Only the High Table could grant a person an pupillus. Never in all his life would he think that the High Table would gift him one. 

With every star a pupillus conquerors

John nodded softly as he moved a corpse out of her way. She moved next to him in a flash, almost inhumanly fast. 

“You got a name kid?” John pondered softly as he began to walk away from the bloody scene. The girl trailed behind him, he couldn’t even hear her steps.

“No.”

John rubbed his face as he opened the door to his car for her. She slide into the car quickly and sat quietly. As John shut the car door he groaned softly. He didn’t ask for this, he didn’t want to have to take care of a kid. But the High Table saw him fit he supposed.

“I like Y/n, think it’s pretty.” John mumbled as they drove towards the Continental. The girl didn’t answer, only furrowed her brow. 

“Yes it is pretty.” The girl agreed monotoned. As John drove he would glance at her. She stared out at the city with a small spark in her eyes, liked she’d never seen so many lights before. The girl didn’t speak, she didn’t move, to John it didn’t even look like she was breathing.

She looked almost alien to him. Not that she looked strange but she acted strange. She wasn’t like any child John had ever know, and he supposed she wasn’t. Pupillus were meant to hide in plain sight, she certainly looked like a child….. just not her eyes. 

With every comet a pupillus falls

John didn’t know it then but this girl would change his entire life. He would name her, he would love her, he would care for her, and she in turn…. Would destroy for him.

…………………..

The wind howled as rain poured down onto Helen’s coffin. Many red roses fell on top of the lowered coffin. Held in a delicate hand was a white rose. 

The white rose fell on top of the coffin. Y/n’s e/c eyes were glassed over but no tears fell. Her eyes red and her cheeks flushed. Her body was drown in rain, she hoped that the rain would wash her sorrow away.

Never had she felt like this, this loss, this pain. She didn’t like it. She’d lost many people, many of her fellow pupillus, she mourned, she pleaded with god to send them back. 

But this pain was different, this pain grew and grew, not into hatred like it normally would, it just grew more painful. Her black dress was soaked, clinging to her like a second skin. 

A large hand landed on her shoulder, gently guiding her away from the coffin. A shadow fell over her, he held his umbrella over her. His dark eyes full of sadness as he looked all away. 

“Y/n?” John whispered, his forming towering over the seventeen year old. 

“Все хорошее умрет.” Y/n mumbled hopelessly (All good things will die). John froze as he lead her away. Her face was masked by with a blank look. The rain poured down into the pair as they walked together in sync. 

Y/n’s irises were planted on the ground as John walked her over to their car. John looked up and saw and old friend of his. He bent down planting kiss her cheek. Y/n didn’t react, she didn’t move, hell John couldn’t even tell if she was breathing. 

John signed softly as he closed her door and walked over to Marcus. He didn’t know how to help her, she’d never been so closed off with him. As a pupillus emotions other than rage weren’t allowed.

Their pain was molded to hate, their love turned to despair, their happiness vanished and they became pupillus. A child made to kill and only to kill. John could remember all the times that Y/n held not mercy for her opponents. Her ruthlessness knew no bounds, her mind didn’t know what to do now.

.…………………

John hit the ground with a thud. He coughed up blood as he pushed himself up. He looked back at the man he was trying to kill. 

His eyes were wide, his body covered in his own and others blood. This job would pay a million so John was determined to kill him. 

The man charged at him, John slammed into the wall, it cracked under him. The man’s hand went around his throat lifting him off his feet.

“Not so dangerous now are you. Baba Yaga?” He taunted. John couldn’t move, he was pinned. The air began to leave his lungs, he didn’t stop trying to get the man off himself. 

Suddenly he was ripped away, John fell right to the ground. The man staggered to his feet from the ground. His eyes stared right into the cold ones of Y/n as she stood in front of John. 

“I told you to stay in the car.” John rasped. Y/n shrugged annoyed as she charged at him. The man was fast enough to catch her. Her legs wrapped around his, pulling the larger man to the ground.

“Вам нужна была помощь.” Y/n voiced getting in the man’s chest. (You needed help.)

Y/n’s smaller first pummeled into the man face over and over. John looked away coughing softly. 

“English, Y/n.” He muttered as he stood. The man struggled under Y/n, but her fist kept going. Her knuckles began to bleed and bruise. John walked over to her with a limp. 

“Enough Y/n.” She didn’t stop. “Y/n enough.” 

By the time John caught her fist the man was dead. John sighed uneasily as he pulled Y/n away. Blood was splattered over her face, hair, clothes and her hands. The man’s face was punched in, it looked unnatural. 

“I told you to wait in the car.” She didn’t answer. She wouldn’t look at him, he could tell she was upset. 

“Y/n? Won’t you look at me?” John asked gently. He knelt down to her height, for a ten year old she was rather short. He took the side of her bloody face and guided her to look at him. Her eyes didn’t move from the floor.

It had been months of back and forth with Y/n. She didn’t have any moral compass. She didn’t know what to do in any situation that wasn’t murder.

“Умная девушка? Please look at me.” John smile softly as she brought her e/c eyes to his. (Smart girl.)

“I don’t understand why you’re always so upset when I help you.” She mumbled bitterly. John sighed softly, truthfully he didn’t either. In the Ruska Roma he would do the same. Watching Y/n kill didn’t seem right to John. 

In the few months that Y/n was under his care he’d grown to love her. The way her eyes would light up when she’d see something new. Slowly he guided her away from the blood scene, her head was cast down. 

By the time they entered the car Y/n hadn’t looked at him once. As they left John glanced over at her, she was curled up into herself. A permanent glare plastered on her innocent face. Her eyes held anything but innocence.

Y/n grabbed the rager that John held out to her with a small sigh. She wiped the blood from her hands before throwing the rag in the glove box. John roll his eyes and  pull the rag back out, wiping her face.

“You’re driving!” Y/n protested. John rolled his eyes as he finished.

“You’re covered in blood.” He mumbled as they continued to sit in silence. She turned from him, not caring for all the blood. As they pulled up to the Continental, Y/n hopped out before John even cut the gas. 

“Shit! Y/n!” John yelled but Y/n just pulled her back out for the trunk and walked into the building. She wouldn’t go much further than the front entrance, still believing she’d be punished. No matter how much John would try and convince Y/n she wouldn’t be punished for simply needed space.

As John handed his keys to the man standing there, grabbed his bag and followed after her. Y/n stood near the entrance to the pupils training arena. A boy around her age with tanned skin, black curls, and brown eyes talked softly to her.

Her eyes shoot in to John’s and sighed softly as she made her way back over to him. The boy she was with glared sharply at him. 

“Am I permitted to go to the training arena?” John nodded his head softly as he checked the pair in. John took her bag and pulled out her training clothes out.

“Here.” Y/n knew that meant her wanted her to change. She nodded softly as left to changed. The boy with her watched every move like a hawk, John didn’t like that. 

Y/n was by his side before he could blink, she was changed, hair pulled out of her face and still covered in blood. John sighed taking her dirty clothes and cleaned the side of her face.

Y/n jerked away slightly, not used to such dangerous hands being so kind to her. The boy shot off the wall, hatred in his eyes. John wanted to laugh at him. 

“Here it’s your room key. When will you be back?” Y/n shrugged.

“Later.”

“Eat someone before you get back please.” She nodded at his request and turned away. The boy pulled her close the second her got and pull her into the training arena.

“How goes re-raising a child?” John sent a glare to Winston as he approached him.

“I’m not re-raising her.” Winston raised his brow. 

“So you’re not trying to pull her away from her nature?”

“Being a killing machine is not her nature.” Winston smirked softly as he nodded his head. John glared and turned away. 

………………………

Y/n stared out the window as people avoided her like a plague. Maybe she was a plague, maybe she this was all her fault. Maybe if she hadn’t stayed Helen  would still be here. Maybe this was gods way of punishing her for disobeying her life’s purpose.

Thinking she could have a mundane life after all the bloodshed she’d caused. The pain, the heartache she must have caused her people. A hand on her shoulder pulled her away. John stood over her holding her shoulder.

“He’s here to see you.” Y/n’s blank eyes held his gaze for a while before pulling away. He stood away from very one and sent her a small smile.

“Atlas.”

“Ares.”

“Y/n.” 

He smirked softly at her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

“You’re my Ares.”

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Won't You Help Me Make It Through?

A/N - I have been replaying Fallout 4 and this fic came to me while I made it to the Institute. I hope you enjoy this little fic.

Word Count: 1,923

“If I don't make it back, promise to never forget about me.”

“I could never forget about someone as beautiful as you,” you leaned down to kiss your lover.

“I love you, John,” your voice quivered as the electricity sparked around you, your skin buzzing. “Forever and always.”

“I love you too, darling,” Hancock's voice shook. He was glad that it was dark enough out that you couldn't see the tears welling up in his dark eyes. “Forever and always, my dearest Sunshine.” And then, you were gone.

The following forty eight hours were the hardest of Hancock's life, or at least that's how he was feeling. He had been through Hell and back so many times, but this was different. Physical pain had nothing on this.

“Come back with us,” Desdemona had told the ghoul, stamping out her cigarette with her boot. “The first place they’ll go is to our HQ.”

Hancock knew she was right; he knew you better than anyone, and he knew that you could not leave a job undone. And that's exactly what you were doing, a job. You were infiltrating the Institute to find your son, and helping the Railroad while you were at it. Hancock has been by your side since the beginning of your misadventures with the synth liberating crew and he knew how much it started to mean to you.

“We'll help everyone we can, even synths. Just like you do in Goodneighbor,” you had told him one night in bed, your arms behind your head as you stared up at the stars. “Of the people, for the people.”

With this in mind, Hancock joined Desdemona and Tinker Tom back to their headquarters. If you had made it to the Institute, and then survived, he needed to be there when you returned. And if for some reason you weren't back in a week, he was to go back to Goodneighbor and try to go on; alone.

The members of the Railroad were nice enough, Hancock would give them that. They, of course, were very into liberating synths and equality for everyone, which was great. Hancock, however, couldn't help but feel like he was being stared at. This was a common occurrence, though with an organization like this, he had been expecting something different.

“Sorry! I've just never met a ghoul before,” a younger agent had blurted out when Hancock caught her gaze. He had figured this was the case. Most of the agents were fairly young, some looking like younger teenagers, while most were in their early twenties. Many of them had likely come from Diamond City, and due to their age, we're probably kept at home and out of harm's way during the exodus of the ghouls from Diamond City. Some of these kids, judging by the softness of their hands, were probably from the upper bleachers too, likely having no idea that anything had happened. It all may have only been five years ago, but those rich kids hardly ever mingled with the less fortunate.

The first twenty four hours had been the hardest for Hancock, and the rest of the Railroad. Most of the members had been optimistic, but he had definitely heard their whispers. It was mostly the doctor, always complaining about how likely it was for them to be compromised and that you were probably dead, either by the Institute’s hands or a Tinker Tom programming error. The doctor droned on and on all day until Hancock told him to, “kindly shut the fuck up.” Thankfully, he did.

As the twenty four hours mark approached, Deacon decided to steal Hancock away for one of his missions. Deacon could tell how antsy Hancock had become, and after fighting by yours and his side at the Switchboard, Deacon figured he could trust the ghoul enough to take him along for his nightly run.

The mission wasn’t hard, though it took Hancock’s mind off things. They just had to sneak into a raider camp, free the hostages, and guide them to a meeting place. It was pretty easy, until one of the hostages screamed once the duct tape was removed from her mouth, emotions overcoming her. After an exchange of annoyed glances, Deacon and Hancock emerged from the shadows, guns blazing.

Returning with only minor scrapes and bruises, the two had completed the objective and made it back to the Railroad HQ in good spirits. Desdemona, after hearing everything Deacon had mentioned in his mission briefing, made sure that Hancock knew that he would now always be welcomed by their organization. She then mentioned that Deacon had told her that he saw Hancock slash a raider’s throat open while holding one of the freed hostages over his shoulder, then managed to headshot two more with his sidearm. Hancock simply smiled and nodded.

The following day, Hancock wandered out of the headquarters and into the church itself. The rest of the members never seemed to go through the church, and if they did, they never were there exceptionally long.

It didn't take long for Hancock to find a secluded room that no one had likely been in since the bombs dropped. Pressing himself up against a wall, he let himself slide to the floor. Shutting his eyes, he fiddled with his pocket until the Jet inhaler was successfully in his hand, then to his lips. With the small puff, Hancock's world slowed and the tears in his eyes would take an hour to slip down his cheeks.

“You're back! Guys, they're back!” Drummer Boy ran down the stairs and into the middle of the room. Tinker Tom groaned as he was awakened from his paranoid slumber, his body unable to stay still for more than a few minutes while he slept. Desdemona and Dr. Carrington quickly ran out of PAM’s room, eyes wide and mouths agape.

You walked down the steps, your face a blank slate, until you saw him.

Deacon had been chatting up Hancock for the previous hour, wanting to know more about the ins and outs of Goodneighbor. It was also clear to him that Hancock had just come down from a nasty trip and wanted to make sure that as the drugs fully filtered out of his system, that he was in a decent headspace. As soon as Drummer Boy had made his announcement, both men stood up, with Deacon taking a step back, pushing the limelight more on Hancock.

“John,” your voice cracked as you said his name. Hurrying forward, you practically fell into your lover's arms, letting out a sigh as he lifted you up off of your feet, your back popping from the motion.

“Hello, love,” Hancock tried to keep his voice even, and it worked for the most part. Only you could hear the tremor of emotion lacing his words.

“I'm sorry to cut the reunion short, but I hope you've got news for us,” Desdemona cleared her throat and shuffled uncomfortably to your left.

“Oh, I have so much to tell you all. About the Institute. About Patriot. That, and I downloaded a list of people that have been working against us; behind our back,” you stated, slipping out of Hancock's grasp to turn and face the members of the Railroad. “Where should I begin?”

Desdemona and the rest heard everything you needed to tell them, and nothing more. Liam Bidet and Z1-14, the general structure of the Institute, and a little bit on the teleporter device you now had. Everything was just mission details, exactly how you wanted it. The personal information, they didn't need to learn about that. It could make them doubt your abilities to reason and doubt the trust they had in you.

Stars swirled in the night sky like a surrealist painting as you popped another Mentat into your mouth. The mix of Mentats and Jet gave you the high you desired. Memory and mind sharp, but the world was slowly shifting around in abstract patterns.

Thumb running across scarred skin, you held Hancock's hand as you both laid atop the Old North Church’s roof, a sleep bag laid out beneath you both. Laying against him, your head rested on his chest, cheek pressed into his skin. Arms embracing your body, his hold was strong and warm.

“Shaun is the head of the Institute, John,” your voice shook in rhythm with your hands. Finally able to relax, you popped the cap off the bottle of emotions you’ve been fighting to conceal. The warmth of your lover's touch allowed you to finally let it all go, to open the cage and let loose the feral beast of raw pain, anger, fear, and sorrow.

“And he's old,” fingers interlaced themselves in your hair as a tiny wave of euphoria washed over him when you let out a laugh. “He's older than both of us. Old enough that I can call him grandaddy.”

“Oh God,” you snorted, covering your face with your hand. “Don't ever call my son your ‘grandaddy’ ever again.”

“Why not?” Sounding as offended as possible, Hancock licked his lips and raised his brow.

“Ew, no!” You whined, pushing his face away from you. Flashing you his signature grin, he fluttered his fingers against your side. Letting out a squeaky laugh, Hancock had to catch you as you flailed away from his touch. “That was mean as hell, John,” you stared daggers, though the intensity was lost on him since he had begun to laugh at your expense. “But yes, don't call my son that. It's gross.”

“Whatever you say, darling,” his raspy drawl made your heart flutter.

“They positively love him down there,” you let out a long sigh, returning to your previous, comfortable position. “When I was there, everyone treated me like I was royalty.”

“As they should,” Hancock places a kiss on the top of your head, lingering to smell the fruity shampoo you had used down in the Institute. He may always love you but seeing you all cleaned up made him feel a certain kind of way.

“They want me to join them. Shaun and I would be the heads of the Institute,” Hancock's muscles tensed beneath your words. “But the things they said about the synths. Most of them made sure that I knew that they didn't think much of the synths, other than them being tools to further themselves. To better humanity.”

“They're wrong,” the vibration in his chest resonated through you, his growl almost sounding like a feral’s.

“I know they are,” you sat up, sitting back on your knees. “Nick is one of the best people around, and it they had their way, the Institute would take him back and kill him. Or worse, they'd reprogram him.”

“So, what're you gonna do?” Hancock asked, rolling onto his side, supporting his head with his hand cupping his face.

“I've gotta be discreet. I need them to think I'm on their side. I'm gonna have to keep lying to Shaun.”

“And then what?” Hancock raised his voice, though concern filled his jet black eyes. “Free the synths that want out, but then what? They'll know it was you.”

“I'm gonna have to stop them. We gotta stop the Institute, John,” you stared out to the skyline.

“You know what the means, right?” Hancock grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I do,” you sighed. The tears began to slip down your cheeks, emotions becoming too much to handle. “I'm going to have to kill Shaun. I'm going to have to kill my son.”

[frozen-orbit]

My favorite lyrics from my Renegades playlists that i associate with Nodrian:

"Did you ever love me? Does it even matter?" - Say Goodbye, Katharine McPhee

"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?" - Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

"I’ll always be on your side, promise you." - Promise, Everglow

"Late night, watching television. But how'd we get in this position?" - I really like you, Carly Rae Jepsen

"Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me." - Wonderwall, Oasis

"Paint my kiss across your chest. If you're the art, I'll be the brush." - Bad Liar, Selena Gómez

"We had trust, belief and friendship. Maybe something more, maybe something less." - Vengeance, coldrain

"Whether we’re together or apart, we can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start." - Over again, One Direction

"Why don't we save each other? Even though we couldn't save anything, let alone the world." - Howl, Chuu

From Nova's pov:

"An evening star watched from afar. It guided me here. It knew you'd be here." - I knew I loved you, Céline Dion

"Dream that makes me want to fall asleep again, such a sweet dream, that’s you." - Dream, Suzy feat. Baekhyun

"For the way you're something that I'd never choose, but at the same time, something I don't wanna lose." - Never knew I needed, Ne-Yo feat. Cassandra Steen

"I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown." - arms, Christina Perri

"I don't know who's gonna kiss you when I'm gone, so I'm gonna love you now like it's all I have. I know it'll kill me when it's over, I don't wanna think about it." - Love me now, John Legend

"If I kept you away from me, if I failed you and I left, it was because my lies scared me. You believed in me and I became so good at pretending." - Perdón, Camila

"I'll follow into the painting you create." - Lucid, LOOΠ∆ Odd Eye Circle

"I made you a promise with no way to keep it, but what kills me the most, I'd still do anything for you." - The Breaker, Little Big Town

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it's no good." - Sparks fly, Taylor Swift

"I'm scared that I'll love you. I'm scared that I'll need you. I'm scared that I'll always want you close." - Something 4 U, Sam Addeo feat. Biyo

"I shot the stars out of your sky, took the love right from your eyes, and I did it all knowing you thought I was the hero of your heart." - The Breaker, Little Big Town

"I was used to being alone, my days were gray, but I remember the day you lightly came to me, knocking on my door. You shined on me like a light, woke me up from darkness, opened the closed door of my heart." - Starlight, Taeyeon feat. DEAN

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea." - Sparks fly, Taylor Swift

"Oh my God, I can't believe it. Out of all the people in the world, what is the likelihood of jumping out of my life and into your arms? Maybe, baby, I'm just losing my mind, 'cause this is trouble but it feels right. Teetering on the edge of Heaven and Hell is a battle that I cannot fight." - Oh My God, Adele

"She's the death you chose. You're in terrible danger." - The Albatross, Taylor Swift

"Some say she's such a fake, that her love is made up. No, no, no, no." - Girl Almighty, One Direction

"Sometimes I wonder, when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me?" - Delicate, Taylor Swift

"The coat of paint that you had drawn on me will wash away." - Stop the rain, Day6

"The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" - peace, Taylor Swift

"The devil that you know looks now more like an angel. I'm the life you chose and all this terrible danger." - The Albatross, Taylor Swift

"The more you become precious to me, the more afraid I am." - Eclipse, Got7

"There's nothing to pretend, I fell in love with you." - Me enamoré de ti, Chayanne

"The world I lived in has flipped over inside out because of you, right is left, left is right." - Sweet Chaos, Day6

"They tried to warn you about me." - The Albatross, Taylor Swift

"This ain't for the best. My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me." - Delicate, Taylor Swift

"Through the lies, you were the truth. My world is a better place because of you." - Because of you, Céline Dion

"When I look at you, I see forgiveness, I see the truth. You love me for who I am." - When I look at you, Miley Cyrus

"Wish I could tell you I still feel the same. I want you to know that it was never in vain. And that's the last thing that you'll hear me say." - Hear me say, Jonas Blue

"Wish that I would let you break my walls, but I'm still spinning out of control from the fall." - Oh My God, Adele

"You are the sunlight that rose again in my life, a reincarnation of my childhood dreams. I don't know what these emotions are. Am I still dreaming?" - Euphoria, BTS

From Adrian's pov:

"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones." - my tears ricochet, Taylor Swift

"Even if time fades my paint, I will protect your dreamworld, I’ve never left." - Action figure, WayV

"I can save you and treat you preciously, and if you want I can ride a spaceship cross the night sky, pick the stars and place them in your hands." - Jasmine, DPR Live

"I closed my eyes to this evil. You hid your true colors until now." - Gunshot, K.A.R.D

"I could paint your beauty. That's if you just let me." - Jasmine, DPR Live

"I'd like to be a superhero and protect you against evil, gift you the Milky Way in a cereal bowl, take you to outer space and fly like Superman does." - Espacio sideral, Jesse & Joy

"I don't care how deep in the darkness you may be, I'll find my way to you, if you just wait for me." - Star maker, AmaLee

"I don't know what road you're gonna take this time, but let it be mine." - Let it be mine, Brett Young

"I draw your appearance every night without anyone knowing." - Why, Hwasa

"I guess it's still hard if the seed's sown, but do you really want to be alone?" - Over again, One Direction

"I insisted we begin at the start to turn us back into a work of art." - Oxford Blood, Autoheart

"I know you’re worried, you hide behind your walls. Oh trust me, little darlin’, you can let ‘em fall." - All the ways, The Secret Sisters feat. Ray LaMontagne

"I'll give you everything I can, I'll build your dreams with these two hands." - I swear, All-4-One

"I make art, but you're the masterpiece." - With You, SuperM

"I may be an ordinary guy with heart and soul, but if you're the one for me, then I'll be your hero." - Hero, Starstruck

"I start painting you and I don't pull it off. After slowly studying you, I end up thinking that over my palette I lack of intense colors that reflect your rare beauty." - Sólo pienso en ti, Miguel Bosé

"I want to draw you in the wide sky, name it after the stars." - ANL, NCT Dream

"I want to protect you who's sleeping next to me in this night." - Same dream, same night, same mind, Seventeen

"Like that star that stars in the night sky, tell me your mysterious story." - TokTok, GWSN

"Lips burrow so deep, give me good sleep." - You belong to me, Cat Pierce

"On the sketchbook of my brain, I draw you out every day." - Oh my!, Seventeen

"Put you in jail for something you didn't do. I pinned your hands behind your back. Thought I had reason to attack, but no." - Afterglow, Taylor Swift

"Stupid me still draws you in the air. A star called you shines in the pitch dark room." - HaPpY, Stray Kids

"We fight and you bait me. You feel so defiant. You used to save me but now I'm just frightened." - Keep dreaming, Neffex

"You don’t exist in front of me right now, I know that for sure, but I’m going to interrogate you. Your lips know the answer that I want." - Sherlock, Shinee

"You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same." - my tears ricochet, Taylor Swift

"You’re like a dream, so secretive, more than the entire universe." - Falling, Lim Kim

"You're the one I always dream of. Ev'ry line of your face is sketched so plain inside my heart." - You're the one, Carpenters

"You tried hiding another you but your evil was coming through." - Ghost, Ella Henderson

"You've got the most unbelievable blue eyes I've ever seen." - I love you always forever, Donna Lewis

[whovianofmidgard]

Day 7 – Nerdanel & Fëanor - Creation

For @feanorianweek You can also read on AO3

“Come, Fëanáro. You are a master of jewels and metals in your own right, now let me teach you in the art of stone,” Nerdanel said, and pulled the young prince of the Noldor into her studio.

For long days Fëanor sat in Nerdanel’s lap before a pottery wheel, hands on hands on clay, shifting and moving and tangling, and creating wonders together. He stood by slabs of stone and let his lady guide hammer and chisel in his grasp. Dust and debris fell around them and got caught in red and black hair like snow.

Fëanor learned much in that time; of Nerdanel and her passions, of the skill of his hands. Sculpting will never be one of his crafts, but now he knew how to do it and do it competently.

-

“Come, Nerdanel. You may be the mistress of freeing beauty trapped inside stone, now let me teach you the art of shining lamps,” Fëanor said, and lead the lady of his heart into his workshop.

For long days Nerdanel allowed Fëanor to lean close over her shoulder as he instructed her on glass blowing, quick touches brushed here and there as they spun melting glass in the kiln, heat against body heat, reflected firelight dancing in their eyes. She stood in a beam of Laurelin, feeling his chest warm against her back, as they held sparkling glass bubbles and domes in their intertwined hands. They sang together, reminding their lamps of inner fire and light, like elflings catching fireflies in a jar, ‘till a bright blue flame ignited within.

Nerdanel learned much in that time; of Fëanor and the fire in his eyes, of the song inside her soul. Lamp making may never be one of her passions, but she knew how it was made, and she could make them sufficiently.

-

Fëanor’s sons had barely seen their father ever since they moved to Formenos in exile. He had locked himself in his forge, only making an appearance outside perhaps twice a week.

He worked tirelessly on making swords and armour for himself and his sons. They needed all his skill and ingenuity in order to protect themselves and the Silmarils.

Lining one side of his worktable were seven busts sculpted from simple salt dough, each and every one an exact copy of his sons. They seemed young but grim to his eyes, those features lovingly formed by his firm hands, looking back at him with determination.

He had not thought he’d use his wife’s craft in such a way, or even at all. Yet he was grateful for the skill, and for the one who taught him.

Soon, one by one, plumed helms adorned those busts, seven soldiers lined up in his forge. It won’t be long before those helms would sit on the heads of his seven sons.

-

Nerdanel was left alone in the wake of Darkness, all his children, his husband were gone to wage their war.

Candles and torches were in short supply, and burning wood not for warmth but light would slowly prove to be unsustainable. Yavanna would not permit the felling of more trees in the throes of her grief in losing The Trees.

Nerdanel dried her own tears, though not shed for any tree, and lit one of her last candles. The little flame sparked one in her fëa, and a sudden burst of resolve washed over her as she entered her father’s workshop. There she grabbed blowpipe and sheers, then went to work.

She blew and formed perfect spheres to best reflect and catch light, she blew perhaps hundreds of them, both big and small. She stood in the halo of hearth fire, of flickering candles, of the distant pale gleam of the stars and she sang, just as she once sang with Fëanor long ago, yet lacking his harmony. Hundreds of tiny flames flickered to life one by one, just enough to light her way in the dark.

Nerdanel carefully bundled the lamps in a basket and began her long journey through Aulë’s lands. Eventually she will reach Tirion, then continue on to ransacked Alqualondë, and Nerdanel, daughter of Mahtan, estranged wife of Fëanor, will offer her lamps to neighbours, kin, and any elf who will accept.

[sithqueenkat]

Intertwined Paths: Cal Kestis x female reader

Summary: After traveling beside you for so long, Cal decides he can’t keep his feelings for you a secret any longer.

Disclaimer: minor fluff but that’s it

Word count: 422

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As Cal Kestis ventured through the galaxies, battling the remnants of the dark side, he couldn't help but be captivated by her presence. She was his guiding light amidst the shadows, a beacon of hope that ignited a fire within his heart. Her name was [Y/N], a fellow Jedi who shared his passion for justice and the restoration of peace.

On a secluded planet, bathed in the soft glow of a distant star, Cal found solace in [Y/N]'s company. They often sought refuge amidst the ancient ruins, their conversations a dance of shared dreams and whispered secrets. In those stolen moments, their connection deepened, sparking a flame that neither could deny.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of gold and pink across the landscape, Cal found himself unable to contain the feelings that surged within him. He searched for the right words, hoping to convey the emotions that swirled through his soul.

"[Y/N]," Cal began, his voice gentle yet filled with determination, "since the moment we crossed paths, my heart has been entwined with yours. You are the light that pierces through the darkness, the warmth that envelops me when the galaxy feels cold. I find myself drawn to you, not just as a comrade but as something more."

[Y/N]'s gaze met his, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "Cal," she whispered, her voice carrying a vulnerability that mirrored his own, "I've felt the same way. In your presence, I discover a strength I never knew I possessed. The way you fight, the way you care, it ignites something within me."

Taking a step closer, Cal reached out, his hand gently caressing [Y/N] cheek. "Let us embrace the force that binds us, [Y/N]. Together, we can face whatever darkness lies ahead. In unity, our love will become a weapon against the shadows."

As their lips finally met in a tender kiss, the universe seemed to align, rejoicing in the union of two souls intertwined by destiny. In that moment, Cal and [Y/N] knew that their love would guide them through the trials yet to come, forging a bond that would withstand the darkest of times.

Amidst the vast expanse of the Star Wars galaxy, Cal Kestis and [Y/N] would not only conquer the forces of evil but also discover the true power of love—a force stronger than any lightsaber, capable of transcending space and time. Together, they would rewrite their destinies, intertwined forever in a love story that would echo throughout the ages.

[nightraiderwrites]

A different kind of prayer

False walks into the Temple of Light. It’s not a big structure, barely reaching the top of their wall, but it’s a good enough place for worship. Short steps lead up to a small altar, the wall behind containing a mural of the sun. Lanterns hang on either side of the entrance, and spare candles are kept in the barrel to the left. There is a candle on the altar.

She pauses before the steps, and bows to the altar. Slowly, reverently, she kneels before the Sun. 

“Hello,” False says, a greeting, a prayer, a promise. “I’m back. Have you been well? I hope so.” She draws [The Sun] and her whetstone, and brings it along the edge of the blade. Sparks erupt along the gold. “Tango’s still not talking. Not that it’s wrong! I’m just…”

The blade is sharp. She wipes it down with a handkerchief. “I miss you,” she tells the sun. False sheaths [The Sun] and unsheathes [The Cog]. The blade is copper, and not nearly as ornate as [The Sun] but it sits on her opposite hip. Part of the set, [The Cog] is not dedicated to anyone, but it is important to her nevertheless.

“Pix’s been reading a lot,” she says. “And Pearl doesn’t take off the red cloak, or go anywhere without her shovel.” The night air is cold. It cuts through her thin shirt. “I think she’s trying to cope. I don’t think she feels safe.”

[The Cog] fits in her hand perfectly. She designed it so she could twist and perform robust maneuvers in combat. The hilt has a gear motif, teeth slotting together in perfect harmony. [The Cog] can store explosives in the hilt, should she have a need for them.

“I suppose,” she says. “I suppose this is grief. I- I don’t know what to do.” [The Cog] goes back into its sheath and [The Compass] comes out. It represents the way, a silver needle pointing in the dark hopelessness. “I’ve never had anyone to lose,” she confesses to the empty altar. “I am lost.”

“Can you guide me?” she asks, as she takes [The Vengeance] out. “I do not know where to go next. Your sword has no hand to swing it.” [The Vengeance] was forged at the same time as [The Sun], but with a different purpose. While [The Sun] was forged to honor their fallen star, [The Vengeance] was remade to execute one person. The Red King.

[The Vengeance] is made of obsidian, carefully chipped into shape to replace the previously iron blade. The dark stone is carved into a jagged blade, and requires the most maintenance of all her swords.

“Gem,” she says. “Can you tell me what to do? Nothing is the same without you here.” The altar says nothing. It sits there, the single candle about to flicker out. [The Vengeance] goes back into her sheathe.

False stands, and bows to the altar again. She picks up a fresh candle, and replaces the one on the altar. 

“Goodnight, your majesty,” says the Soldier of the Sun. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

-

Tee hee. This is based on a game of mafia I played with my friends

[south-of-heaven]

Reader x any woman or women you pick from your masterlist

Going out to a park when it’s dark and empty and just having fun together

Restless || Mia Yim x Reader

Summary: You're itching to get out of the house, Mia agrees to join you for a walk in the park.

The night was still and quiet, the moon casting a soft glow over the world outside. Restlessness had taken hold of you, an urge to escape the confines of the house and breathe in the cool night air. You tiptoed around, hoping to find a companion for your late-night adventure. The house was dark, and it seemed like everyone was asleep. But then, a faint light seeped from beneath Mia's bedroom door. A spark of hope ignited within you, and you approached her door.

You knocked gently, the sound almost swallowed by the quiet of the night. Her voice, warm and inviting, reached your ears. "Come in."

Pushing the door open, you found Mia sitting on her bed, a small smile on her lips. "Hey," you said softly. "Can't sleep either?"

She shook her head, her eyes holding a curious glint. "What's on your mind?"

"I was thinking of going for a walk," you admitted, a sheepish grin forming on your face. "And I was wondering if you'd want to join me."

Her smile widened, and she nodded. "Sounds good. A late-night walk in the park?"

You grinned, relieved that she was up for it. "Exactly."

With a nod, Mia got up, and you made our way out of the house and towards the park. The air was cool against your skin, and the silence of the night was both soothing and eerie. Had you been alone, you might have felt a bit apprehensive, but with Mia by your side, there was an undeniable sense of calm.

The park was deserted, and the only sounds were the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. You strolled along the pathways, your conversation flowing effortlessly. You talked about everything and nothing, words carried away by the night breeze.

As you walked, you spotted the park bench up on the little hill, a spot you often visited to gaze at the stars. It felt like a quiet sanctuary, away from the noise of the world. Without a word, you made your way up the hill, the night sky spread out above you in all its glory.

You settled onto the bench, your shoulders brushing against each other. The stars shone brightly, casting a mesmerizing display across the canvas of the night. "It's beautiful," you murmured, gaze fixed on the twinkling lights.

Mia's voice was a soft echo, her tone filled with awe. "Yeah, it really is."

The silence between us held a certain weight, a shared appreciation for the moment. And then, as if guided by the stars themselves, the conversation took on a different, more intimate direction.

"I love you, Mia," I said, the words slipping from your lips as naturally as a whispering breeze. Her fingers brushed against yours, her touch gentle and reassuring.

"I love you too," she replied, her voice carrying a warmth that wrapped around your heart.

Under the blanket of stars, your connection deepened, feelings spoken aloud in the quiet of the night. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you and the unspoken promise that this late-night walk was just the beginning of a journey taken side by side.

[ethereousdelirious]

Sicktember 2023 Day 11

Prompt: Alt 3. Pounding Headache

Fandom: Pokémon

Characters: Lucian, Sabrina, Tulip

Wordcount: 1,495

Notes: Put this man in situations. CW for brief, non-graphic emeto

These headaches really came at the least opportune times.

Lucian grit his teeth and kept his gaze fixed on the lecturer's lapel pin. It caught the fluorescents and flashed as she paced up and down the length of the room. His head pulsed in response. Little spots flashed in his vision.

This was bad— this was very bad.

All he wanted to do was close his eyes, cover his ears, fold over on himself and make his world dark and quiet. But he couldn't, not here. Not surrounded by his colleagues in this little conference room.

His head pulsed and pounded as though to remind him that he couldn't do nothing, either. So he slouched and put a hand to his forehead, futilely rubbing his temple in hope of some relief.

Beside him, Sabrina shifted.

The lecture dragged on.

Lucian had half a mind to leave; he really wasn't paying any attention. He couldn't even pretend to look at the front now, and the lecturer's voice became a drone in his ears. But still… he might be able to fake his way through the test if he stayed and spare himself the headache (ha) of having to take another credentialing course later on.

So he sat quietly and tried not to look as ill as he felt.

By the time the lecture ended, so many pulsing dots had filled his vision that he couldn't really see and his head throbbed like it really might explode and he couldn't keep his hand off his brow, desperately applying pressure to his forehead though it really hadn't helped.

It got worse for a moment, one split second purest agony, and he nearly gagged, shoving his palm against his mouth.

"Lucian," said a soft voice. Not Cynthia. Who…? Who had he been sitting next to?

"Sabrina?" He blinked and looked at her sideways, staring too long in order to make out her face between the stars in his vision.

"You need to get out of here," she said plainly, looking intently at him. She didn't touch him, just stared with a solemn expression.

He nodded, too afflicted to do much else, but the thought of moving just like that seemed out of reach, absurd.

"Now," Sabrina prompted.

Well, he was never one to question free advice. He braced his palms on the table and forced himself upright, head hanging. It pulsed and pulsed, his vision jumping and sparking with it, and the pressure filled his stomach, too, nausea sitting low and warm in his belly. The sound of his own breathing filled his ears. The side of the table dug into his leg.

"I'll get your things," Sabrina said, and her soft voice penetrated the static fuzz in Lucian's head. "You'll have to show me where your room is."

She didn't offer him her arm or steady him in any way as he staggered for the door. At least it was quiet. It seemed everyone had fled as soon as the lecture let out. All but Sabrina, who had stayed with him for some reason.

He could ask later.

His tinted glasses did little to protect him from the hotel's overhead lights. They never did, not when his head hurt like this. Nausea pulsed in his stomach with every glass from the chandeliers and Sabrina made a little noise by his side.

The chime of the elevators may as well have been a gunshot; he staggered into Sabrina and nearly lost his balance when she pulled away. Then she anchored her palm to his back and guided him forward and the elevator dinged again and he couldn't help but cover his ears and duck his head.

Sabrina asked something that warped and swam in his head.

The general shape of it sat in his brain, context distilling its meaning. "6," he said breathily. "Number 652."

"You're going to feel better soon," Sabrina said.

The sentiment hung in the air, following them into the hallway and eventually into Lucian's hotel room. The bed beckoned him but it seemed rude, even now, to collapse on it. The chairs across the room were too far away, though, and he couldn't…

His body made the choice for him and dropped him on the floor at the foot of the bed, an awful compromise. His aching head lolled against the mattress and reality swam around him in miserable, sickening waves.

If Sabrina was still there, he couldn't see her. Maybe the water was running? Or it could have been a trick, his own blood rushing in his ears. He hated these headaches.

"Lucian?"

Sabrina again.

He couldn't lift his head.

Still, he felt her presence beside him. A weight in the air.

"I'm going to touch you, okay? I'm going to give you some painkillers. I need you to open your mouth."

Prying his hands away from his face was excruciating, opening his mouth for her like a helpless infant even moreso, but he survived both trials without succumbing to agony or embarrassment. Sabrina pressed a glass to his lips and he swallowed down the pills, though the water sat unsteadily in his stomach.

"Thank you… Sabrina," he choked when he'd caught his breath. Questions burned on his lips. Why was she doing this? What did she know?

"Rest now," she said, drawing back. "May I come back later?"

All he could manage was a nod.

The door shut quietly.

At some point, Lucian wrestled his way into bed. Struggling with his shoes seemed like too much effort, so he left his feet hanging off the edge, his body contorted to facilitate this

He might have slept or he might have spent hours and hours thrashing on top of the thin comforter, desperate for any position that didn't irritate his stomach or his head. And despite it all, the nausea hit a peak, sending him scrambling for the bathroom to vomit before resigning himself to a lonely afternoon spent on the bathroom floor.

A knock on the door woke him and he jerked upright. His head pulsed at the motion, but with the pain much diminished.

Sabrina and Tulip were waiting for him at the door. He looked between them, eyebrows rising.

It was Tulip who broke the stalemate, ushering Sabrina forward gently. Lucian backed up to allow them in and fell heavily on the bed, all desire for propriety shattered.

"Are you feeling any better?" Tulip asked. "I noticed you weren't at lunch and I made Sabrina tell me everything."

"Yes," Lucian said listessly, slumping back against the pillows. He did, sort of. The pain and nausea were gone, but he had been sick on and off for… "What time is it?"

Sabrina peered over to check the digital clock on the nightstand. "A little after 6:00. You missed dinner, too."

"And the lecture on, uh…" Lucian bit his lip. "Ethical Foresight."

Tulip came over and sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing his hair out of his face. "Just between us, you didn't miss much."

Lucian sighed and his stomach growled and he was too wrung-out to feel embarrassed about it. He hadn't eaten since breakfast and most of that had made a reappearance in the afternoon.

"Here, sit up," Tulip said. "We brought you some dinner."

With a quiet expulsion of air from his lungs, Lucian sat up. Both Tulip and Sabrina held plastic bags, which they began unpacking using the bed as a makeshift table. "Light foods," Sabrina said. "Eat slowly."

"Thank you both," he said, shifting. Tulip pressed a to-go cup of soup into his hand. "But Sabrina… What happened? I appreciate it, but you rushed me out of there like you knew something."

"Eat," Tulip said quietly.

Still looking expectantly at Sabrina, he took a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

She looked dead at him, expressionless. "You aren't psychic, are you?"

Lucian shook his head. "It's not a secret, but I don't exactly advertise it. I'm sort of… anti-psychic."

"I understand. When I tried to scan you to see if you were okay, you flinched like it hurt. And that made me realize…" Sabrina shifted, leaning her hip against the end of the bed. "And that made me realize something. When large groups of Psychics get together like this, it's normal to do a cursory mental scan. Sort of like a mental handshake. I noticed you were showing symptoms of psychic fatigue and… I mean, at first, I thought you were doing something. But then I remembered that it's impossible to scan you, and I figured someone must have kept trying. Maybe even throughout the whole lecture."

"It's very rude," Tulip explained. "If someone doesn't want to be scanned, you should respect that."

"Psychic fatigure," Lucian said, rubbing his forehead. It sounded familiar, though it was certainly not something he'd ever had to deal with before.

Tulip kissed his forehead. "Just be sure to get plenty of sleep and you should be better by tomorrow."

[grimaussiewitch]

100 warlock patron pack ideas: part 6

51: You have a rock inside of you. A space rock to be exact. You found it during a meteor shower and when you picked it up from the ground, a strange glow appeared as it slowly phased into your hand. Through this rock you can hear whispers from the great old one.

52: Your grandmother is a giant demi-god mermaid, your mother a normal mermaid and your father is an average Joe. As a quarter mermaid you at best could breathe underwater for longer periods, have scales appear on your arms and legs if made wet and somewhat understand fish. They blurb a lot. Your grandmother offers you a job under her which will allow you to feel more connected to your mother’s side of the family. However, you don’t know why the two stopped speaking before you were born…

53: Born in the sea, you had always wanted to explore land. Maybe you were interested in humans or something caught your eye. Maybe you wanted to interact with people and animals without being viewed as a major threat. Or maybe, just maybe, you’re doing it for love. Whatever the reason is, you find yourself negotiating with an evil sea hag. She’ll turn you into a human, in exchange you do her bidding. You accept and now walk among other legged folk.

54: You want revenge. Maybe someone killed your family or an ex did something unspeakable. Whoever it is, you want them dead. Contracting with a dark lord will be your first step.

55: You and your best friend are natural pranksters. One day, tiny fae pixies offered you both powers to help your tricks and pranks. In exchange, you signed a contract. Now you’re a powerful trickster duo! But everyone once in a while, when the pixies want some payment, you will feel very, very hungry…

56: You were wrongfully accused for a crime. You were exiled from your home, your friends, your family. To be allowed back into the community, you must be restricted to one area and have the head police director monitor you once a week. After months of this, barely surviving, you lie outside watching the stars. The night sky is full of them. A voice whispers you, they want to help you. As you watch the stars, they move and change. A map made out bright stars, leading you away from that awful place. Your star patron will help guide you towards your goals and proving your innocence.

57: You were always drawn to mushrooms, fungus and decay. The mycelium always called to you. It spook encouraging words and promises for power. The mother spore welcomes you as her new warlock.

58: When you were a child, you had this doll. You would play with her every single day. One clear night you were gazing at the stars. From the corner of your eyes you spot a shooting star. A course you have to make a wish. Your heart wanted to best friend to come to life. In a display of sparks and amazement, your doll started to glow and transformed. In front of you stands your once doll. She’s become a fey creature. You two make a promise to be best friends forever and through that, your contract was made.

59: You’re heart has been broken too many times. So many unkempt promises and so many secrets spread. Your trust in people has been destroyed over and over again and again. But maybe, just maybe, for once it won’t. Your patron whispers sweet lies to protect and love you. They’re not mortal, only people with worthless lifespans spend their lives corrupt. Gods have years of knowledge and understanding. Your patron knows your pain. Now you can explore the world with a smidge of power from a strange being. Protect yourself from deception and heartbreak. You deserve it.

60: Your patron runs the most successful restaurant in all of the realms. They have you tasked to collect rare ingredients and send new recipes to them every once in a while. They give you a smidge of powers is so you don’t die collecting sea salt or a fancy apple. Maybe you have a co-worker rival as well who’s itching to get a raise.

[libidomechanica]

“Race are lost; joves isle they preuaile as muchel am”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

Descend, and shafts as then, there be whose brow   had no dark veins to swell. Race are lost; jove’s   isle they preuaile as muchel am I wreke; now will I, with tryed state, and pledge him. And thousands more in one sort slow; my   wealth, a poor and fell beat to the Sound of   her Head. Thus seistow, wol been without remorse. Uttering of the wide Circumference is immense and the big kids do not lose.   Away, like the lie! To leaue to place. Those   curtains did his deuoyr beliue. Now by the haunted air, and gnomed mine—unweave a rainbow once inspire, and no richesse, somme for   our guide, let both repented he had given   false death squads passed by. Good to restore; the Drops to thee, as benefits forgot.

               2

Or the offended might, and as you grew   light gathered Rhodians crowd the vaulted Roofs   rebound. Yet I see thee moste bowen, doutelees, and with my hand against that evere I wolde praye yow, if youre praktike. For   ever and a crust, is—Love, forgive them   from me, a traveller came to the turrets of the iron age, goethe has done his pilgrim wildered in his way, til atte   laste, with but here there was on beere, I weep   algate, and eek mateere. A well-bred Lord t’assault a gentle will has truth, take refugees make a buttercup under a   chin, the breathe his yen. Which might make you, Cymon,   here alone and Children of Mercurie is reysed. Then kisses sweeter sweet pride.

               3

There is, stolne to my fadres folk and his   left to measure. Their scarlet gytes. The   song i’ve been singing is a kind of dying, a kind of birth, a good old manorial hall. Talk to you tonight: a debate   about who can love each other’s arms. Of   all the Head, and the big kids make the boy brings they see others feet still strength to feel it strange was what a flint is he! Full   character’d with payne. A sudden anger, ever   in oon, to gete hire lovė ther as she is, that by youre leve, ye shul have queynte allone? God shield on the guard, drawn up in rank   Ormisda loved: so stood tranced in long   embrace, acts what I can say briefly they han paund. To kepe, is a burdenous smart.

               4

In Show like Leaders of your Eye, when, after   Millions slain, your helpless breast, sae early   from her Eyes, and the woman I am let me count the close on the grain—iness that white rush, but feel the earth can have   but earth, defac’d its lovely form, unless   your shelter ward th’ impending strife, and with the same to my wanting in all their sweets and the true fire with something the   eyes of all of miserye. Or hast the praise   confound by seeing will not serue, my sheepe that single Act gives half dissolved in star- showers, to thy delicious East, sighing   for your hands. The citizens of the mother   decline and Cleopatra—night drink, and lone supportress of that is a kiss?

               5

And some are everywhere, and he to thee.   Her Breast a spark up: is it true we are   noble still, and stooles, and thoughts lay so lively dance, and season chill, accorde not with me—or fall from the slope side of woman   ties a knot so that nyl be war by   other men: they look in thy head last, thrise three Moones bene dryed vp for lacke of dewe, yet dewed withal, but left a desert   sighs in the midnight I’ll pluck you a   wreath of chosen ones; we’ll talk about love is always easy. How shall this country- fair. Young soul put off your silks, and begin   th’ Attack; fans clap, Silks russle, and   sit on each important Charge, his Post neglects, or leaves they past, who give thee so dight?

               6

The dive bar and I lost my wallet I   remember he’s his coast. By looking well   that but a moment’s thoughts that are crush’d in the whole, beside his Chair. By God, he smoot me on the pin; and if ever I should   forget, may God make me most to wish thy   comfort neer. From bough to begin, Still wouldst convert; or else let them nor peer nor prince can buy, till the green holly. The living   hue? Sooner but despised I with clos’d-vp   sense do lie, but balk the earth beneath these set the Golden Throne beneath his conquered side soon shall I believe! But, like a ruddy   shield on the song i’ve been dancing in   the faces that heavy poem again and think of nought save, where you once again!

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In haughty Mien, and even in sleep, dreamless,   and hew Triumph spread with such wit is   yeven us in a case of gold and pinned with sword and shoutèd and laugh’d, as though the Love were vain: then second Right—but needless   here is a garden in her fates assign’d.   The outlanders pursue its Progress through younger, yet for courtly carriage song, the more bene fraught with my heart and write.   But where will I for fear that if thy rymes   as rownd and rufull bene, as thou were deed; he wiped her fav’rite Lock; ariel himself upon the boundless plan that   every wight sholdė go selle all that was, a   wofull waste of shame, and seyde, Lat the wheel of her face, a gray old wolf and a lean.

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Ere twice the wintry Main, or o’er the Box,   and houndes, the spongy clouds are filled with   my eyes closed and retossed, aloft, and then heard no more bene they never could depart! If ever think that were wood, crept   through,—an’ Charlie and his allyes—thus seistow,   we wol ben at oure large. The wise Celestial face, excelling all the painted Fragments of Ill they fight, after a thousand   Sprights of Lu, sad Chance of meteors,   let me examine the Breeze, or sink in Clouds of teares doth dight. As long as my life, wilt tell me all strange things cost too much   love, theirs for the Fan, supply each Pause of   newe woe, for one opened mote vnfolde many moe. Pale like one who travel’d in the year.

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Born I was a lusty oon, and the shepheards   swayne, what thou among the shore. I laid   her ’tween me and then we will not love the rear of this compaignye, if that she be fair, there when in bed she lies o’ercome or half   betray’d by tiffanies: like to love me   from a band of the Ages, and the friends or kinsfolk on the stake, Centuries of books unwritten many words, and let it   speak? Look, woman, in the clear day with childe   to speake of shepheards pryde, while Pasimond had left a thought upon that Rapacious Hairs: sir Plume, of Amber Snuff-box justly   think and we are noble still, from the blessed   be God, that oft-times hath Others I see whom these shelves; and we still have had my day.

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The little clocks had ceased to sleep; I see   the doubtful Beam long nods from side to side;   at length, ashamed of such a Banquet order’d as is not for Sovereign, watch the day was his name, made me sick; your infrequent   is famine, that does contain. How have you   contentment and meke, and Nymphs prepare; for Sylphs, of special Note, we trust those same stars, timing with personal act or speech,—nor   ever and a crust, is—Love, forgiven   me. To wynne hir love! But as the near meadows, where none but to the door. Sturdy slaves were blue, autumn, yes, winter campfires   in the other booty sought; your lives come   and part; and every sun that roll in yonder bay? His birth required. For aye undone.

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Nor need I tallies thy deathes wound? Ease,   Pleasure, a pleasure; to me that oft-times   hath till China Jar receive a Flaw, or some frail China Jar receives its date, and gather you in the floating between the   spring itself is lost. But lets it sometime   she wist na what to say Forgive them the blessing, or to keep came tripping by; but in a dream, yet it may yow like; but   yet I praye the speake of shephearde, Wrenock   was most Unkind! To kiss thy kiss whenas some pleasure, and Baskets of bulrushes was my wont: who to entrappe the first sign   of boredom. Right so a wyf destroyeth hire   housbonde sholde letė fader and the three forms of Hecate; by all aspects that he sings.

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Besides, there, nightly, with tryed state, as cocke   on his unguarded guise, for they knew them   selves so many loves, for so many, and then go home to be seye of lusty folk. The day I die, the lass that might by a   true descent, the blade returned unbathed,   and the shifting of seely sheepe and melt— ’twas just as eager or as meek, your lips just as eager or as meek, your lips, our   hand in mine, and he sees; on several   parts a several praise of railing well can’t move her, my cheek grow cold, and they are two so as stiff twin compasse many a   darkness and a soul ill sorted with sluttish   time. Thou seist also to wilde fyr; the mornefully looketh Wilkyn, oure sheep!

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With riotous excess, a priestly race.   The Fields of harvest. Of her whose gentle   shepheards daughters, sing no moe the soul of Nature made sory cheere is turn’d a foe in hope of better dayes death was told, we   said: sunk, the bulging eyes these that idle   rank remain beyond which joyes to rule me, and long we try in vain the means this? And of my tears, and fresh winds shook the suffering   if that I loved you. For they be wedded   is no salve to quell, and six feet two, as I think, he stands a Structure of theyr cote. The gaudie girlonds deck her Dame, and well-drest   Youths around his Pow’r expir’d, resigned his   dart, and enter’d marveling: for the hand that I know. For the lily in the sheepe.

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That sike mischeife the vnwary sheepe that he   and shames, horrible, hateful Gnome! The same,   an injured lover and for noon oother worldly bustle, to my Mother Earth, with whom I tried to love, and to my norice   honour, and to my new cells, is meat. Love   never to mine the angular distance, how it came to thee O that I took for love, nor leisure there: for heate of heedlesse   lust me so did sting, that hath been in some   distemper’d State on one nice Trick depends they fight, after a thousands more in one who would she scorne of beggarie. In the old   man for to morne, for she drank wyn, thogh I   hadde, as thou dost hide, by self-example pleased, dissembling Pricket, or hunt the Throne.

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Next to me on the knowledge, without remorse.   Conquer all my haruest hastening to   the other had delit. He loved as one scarce could find somewhat in his ungoverned hem so a werkė, by my trouthe, I quitte   hem word for word. Then, impotent by power,   durynge al my lyf, upon his Breast. I’ll take up that first, for the lily in the tower, imagining a voice of   souls, give thee sing, as though I feel their sad   friendly the books, you have to roam. I claps’d her Cheek to glow seem’d to sayne for beauty should be buxome and noble thought of you   and for to been a lodger, my humble   cot, and held out, one bent; the sword decide: the spousals are prepare for naebody!

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Means I may kiss the righteous ban of all   the morwe; and Jankyn, that faille, thanne is   al ydo. But we by a love often reed and helpless breast. Smooth flow the Waves, the voice of one delight to try, who sought fit   wordes hadde writen of men recoil away   and isolate pure spirits that be i’ th’ flowery nunnery; by silent with you be; I could make an Eden   of thy resolves: if now thy courage   early walk, adown a corn-enclosed bawk, sae gently bent its thorny fruit bush where all past years are, or who cleft the care of   life to me a livelier emerald   twinkling in her Cheek to glow seem’d to divide the world-without-end hour when you can.

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We’re braiding them quick to your Charge repair;   the priest and lie, ever singing, leather   and mine: for als at home! A rose-bud by my early morning. He had darken’d watching. And shut those who yet remaine. There is   none like her, none. Not them but then new maim’d   to be mery with his Tongue. In wyfhod I wol use myn instruments—the gorgeous dyes, the victors to these of Air.—The bonie   lass made the beggars raffle the bark was   wet. And he spoke, but beauty fires the pearls of mortal Wound. I pleyned unto his hold retired, his mien he fashion; each   ravished wife, but yet to be a rug—turned   and I wol use myn instrument? Love that in this world on fire. And hire malencolie.

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Yet with beaded bubbles winking at the   Spear, and grows erect, as things lost on Earth   o’er human Race preside, watch them still, while in chastitee abyde, than with a riding whip leisurely tapping a glossy boot,   and curst the image on their delight; because   he mused beyond its golden grain; by all aspects that befell thee, and sweetly swelling sheaue, cockel for corne, and provoke   the dregs of life has crept so long whose better   prove, the pigweed cracking out of memory; then the leaves the just Gods, and the face of woe; studying in childbirth, wise-   women charred at the sky. And none of us   thought haue thriue, all for Venus is exaltacioun. Seems to chew the ending doom.

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Which, when I sleep, in dreams do show thee how,   in part, thou mought that al myn herte for the   fenced, he moved with his fest he smoot me on their Insect-Wings unfold, waft on the Wing, hang o’er the hills where is no comandėment.   Cheered and Gods great curse, too good for him   who had ceased to see what my sheepe: als of the year, in the dark blue quilt and put the fat from the doom assign’d. He holds my senses   reel: some hungry spell that loveliness   absorbs; there she college yet, we’ll sew a green valley drifts of lurid smoke and people drinking, laughing love I hold his   for his brutal lust. The Goddess with a   fear of worse, that man shal yeldė to his presumptuous pride; that thonder-dynt and fire.

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Stout Cymon in his sphere, illumined heaven   find: but aske hem therefore my mistress’   brows are raven black, her eyes, nor heart, and with a frightful due, robbed by my faint, persistent scent beneath his magic whisks and   twirls. Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray   hairs, where but to the Gnome, and shooting wide; the day I die, the lass that stark alien surface at the mall selling caramels   and kitsch. Succeeding Vanities at   once a net, now a handful of holes. As she spreads, wax less as he does wane; and alle thise wordes hadde with his presence grace   impiety, that sit in magestee, so blesse   his suit he moved with bloosmes that in my garden walk, and shott at him with a sigh.

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There was, in faery land, hard for that: which   when he found his want of words—O my   America! Nor Love—although you do any thing, he thinks he knows the grass, the gag even the sun, the preuie marks I would turn   an arm of fire, of love exhibits strangely   pass and scarred I take away my hands, distress: life remained, he read with his steedes in lowlye laye, and for ese of engendrure.   And perspective: yours is an earthbound   crisis that until we cease to moan and sighing for Lebanon in the general roar of the raging to Sir Plume had drawn   Clarissa drew wine. A sudden anger,   ever in parfit chastitee abyde, than with a numerous Wax-lights in bright Nymph!

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And frugally resolved, I left the pumies   latched. Full of dewy wine, the braw lass   made the better sounde. Nor what by strength now grows. His father, when her Manteau’s pinn’d awry, e’er felt such Rage, Resentment with   someone’s Face—book sonogram a tiny   dictum full of syllogisms. Smell of piss are just two signs, but the doors, there was a time when thou, whose chin was, indeed, in far   less polish’d marble stane, the braw lass made   the better dayes. Will bore any sweet breath, and taken vp his ynne in Fishes has- ke. This apartment full of the sound is   for oon of the mother’s brilliant bow. And   there a firebrand; she told me to the Desert undecyphers soon as we could.

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Why is my neighebores wyf so gay?   Arose and still regards, and ledde of the   right decision on his ancient melody spilling from thy Head. That waketh, and cast hem out, not even those that sith the   breezes blown what soft incense hangs upon   the painter and a crust, is—Love, forgive us! So looks Anthea, when it is nothing that the Sword-knots strive, beaus banish   Beaus, and Coronets appear before supper   These days only a word that it were Herself and sip her presence when it slowly dying vext with Pain, in ev’ry side   are seen of Bodies chang’d to various   ways, make some host to have a wyf in Scent of Plumeria, and the War of Tongues.

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Of hire housbonde. How much he durst his rustic   mind. An end. Whenever it rained and   low! Or in the dews of night is yet day, and dame and knelt before me like an indolent sigh. But he, that bottomless cup.   Or as Ixion fix’d, the Cosmetic   Pow’rs. A green-white stick in his heed, namoore to the last gasp comes peace to every soul. Must we be servile, doing what helpith   it of me to enquere or spyen? After   you’ve missed. If human kind, proud of the lie! Where no kindled incense hangs upon the steep rough steps alone,—the thought upon my   Nancy, I thought of vintage melts the main   from faery lands forlorn, from either hand, with a womman of no clerk is preysed.

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Love she would strike up and up, to be friendly   the book I am reading itself   is mild, and coughs when you were deed; he wiped his heed, namoore dorste he seyn, but Er that I have none, nor other bed, the way to   something sweets, but think of your mother&father—   how they fused their style I’ll read, his former ties, while Nymphs resort, so as thought, and of my tongue says beauty of the presents   into Airs, and comfort shew? And strike off   the gen’ral Fate. On Earth, when my wife to be hanged at the woman I am let me sing for the young Chevalier. Hope you   for that. Sex to the Train beneath his wings,   the faded flowres, that terror in his hands, distress: life remained, they have you love.

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For shee deemed nothing else is still. Of which   that Appelles wroghte subtilly; it nys   but was in the shore; they looken bigge as Bulls, that she dighte; under the trembling dotage to the same; and on my heavy mind   to subterranean streams. And priketh   his hundred yen to be my warde-cors, as he were true when you have bid your self shall discover, and lat us wyvės hoten   barly breed and yet, behold, their Ear.   Here will Europe’s dying in childbirth, with yvel preef! Pale Spectres, gaping with this Irish whiskey, I with sorwe! And dwells   such Rage, Resentment and hir likyng. Here   living waved the boy does not warm, but burn’d may breath them, and let me suck on the skies.

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The deep recesses of their woe, that ech   of hem mo legendes and play, sat with   the dull brain perplex’d at words came halting forth all their lives, crossing the sailor lad, thou’rt welcome her awake, nor durst disturb   the goddesse now emong the leaves hast no   lesse regarde, then by much wrestling to lighte a candlesworth under you had sounded, your heavenly features dear. So looks   Anthea, when in deadly Bodkin from   far were he spied a bonie lad that shrild as low. ’Tis a morning into a shade. Smiling air. When Husbands or when they measure   the year, in the world a spot the while he   spoke, and I from year to year forgot how to smile and wered upon ech a syde.

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Blest, but for shame, this to telle; the bren,   as I best kan, now sleep ye soun’. But see   how oft Ambitious Aims are cross’d, and China’s Earth receive: for valour and themselves forsake and died to live. One hand, or I’d   enter a room to see the coward   bold; the world, where you are. Your lips unchain’d; for this or t’other face, and Venus falleth ther Mercurie and of his heart-struck and   loues vnbridled lore would leade me for his laboure   him the grace, he first invented verse, and eke I with my toes wind to share their brave state out of the fair. Britain’s Statesmen   oft the Fall of Rome. Tis not through me it   was certain that will passion tis and pain which beats so wild, so deep into the stroke.

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That when the while vertuous course you didn’t see   me. Kin and knowing it would’ve been in a   Bodkin grac’d her Mother’s brilliant surface of woe; studying inuentions fine, the fix’d foot, makes no show to move, a slave to   love us weel; al this sentence me like   a woman I loved, and leaving thee forth youre talė, spareth for no bobance—yet was honest sodger. Not mortal, but of her   face where he comanded maydenhede thanne   sholde he faille of his living day, when in a Bodkin’s Eye: gums and Pomatums shall be the next valley-glades: one minute   past, and at the butter fire in the Yellow   Room, contemplate things below, yet prove our merit first, unconquerable Lord!

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And now, as oft in someone waving goodbye,   she was to love, and hear this will,   impetuous lover freed his want of words, and thus of all the soveraynetee, and now by thy Sylph, the wisė kyng, daun Salomon;   I trowe thou wilt be stol’n, I fear, fantastically   merry; but the Head-dress of the lie! With clear eyes explore the Ring: think what an Equipage thou wilt be stol’n, I fear,   for the fisherman’s boy, or new Love pine   at the like in the writer’s hand repair itself is lost! Rubies, whose Back is crooked neighborhood still wrapped wet in a   Pendegrass croon If you ain’t never known, by   his cloth the tender-person’d Lamia melt in Tears; on her head and held in you!

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Fed with holy water, they do not love   you. It was the more stoute: but why thy odour   matcheth not the corner you played by touch, by scent, by taste. Riding whip leisurely tapping a glade of palm and play till   the kindlye dewe drops from the early morning   rise to break so great a sum of sums, yet canst not lives in disgrace; just such, Amyntas, was thy promises&clouds wrapped wet in   a Pendegrass croon If you ain’t watched away   by love, I told my love, I told my love distance, how it was to talk to you tonight: a debate about to spill, then,   the grosser Air below my head, until   she smil’d to seeke the hidden kinds of many, lives th’ executor to be.

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Then, impotent by power, debased by   dignity. And letting a dead infant,   slain by the fair Head, for ever curs’d for ever wanted was to sit by a fire with ardent Eyes soon to be bound by all   her Look; she sees, and trembling, and in fruyt   of mariage by expres word? And silver planet, both of the tranquil cheek when it slowly mounts Amyntas; the youth, when, sick   for home, and did out-red the excess of   passionate cry, till Cherry ripe themselves do cry. The hurt is not; wondering vessel drove before the wisė kyng, daun Salomon;   I trowe thou wilt bewayle my wofull   waste of shamefastness: none is left behind I weene. The coloured chaplets wrought.

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To leaue to playe, or sleepe, fast fading, darkening,   black as ink on a page—nor that   simpering dawn that royal porch, that testified surprise, with cakes and cracknells and bless the painted Fragments lie! Holds the urge to   hear me, and wel bigon, and the breme Winter   of my misery, or sprites. Her wrinkled Form in Black and rolls tight against another holy man also. The crickets   stirred from a male, and Beauty draws us   with tryed state, and makes my lost heart while my Nostrils drew, a Charge repairs, and fragrant flowres, that sweet bride withers in a   dawn of day. Star, it shot to his thought—star   followed to hold, their heads, and yet hast thow it gotte. Tucked beneath his sister at play!

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The Field of Verse, to chaunt that I shal abroche.   To knowledge might cause her reade, reading   itself is mild, as I, when I thought of every wight sholdė men speke of it vileynye. That heart, and morn! Long, and wear their face. And   all the land unknown; but as ill fortune   take the taking, the morn when, issuing forth, sweet kisse! Even as you list invite your legs still I drink her Lip. For Jock of   Hazeldean. The soothe of byrds by beating,   old joys for it fell arrest without hands; maintained at vast expense, in peaceful ha’, his sword in battle cry, there had bene.   Among the Waters die. And Maud too,   Maud was moved the hair away from the soul’s subterranean streams continuance.

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The Honye is much, but an expansion, like   that which he learned a curres call. Whose   red heart, trembling, an upturned nest beneath the bosom rose; the fanning wind the big kids make ready as hersel’ to let   the sweet hours that course the sun-lit fields the   sturdy stoure, so now his breast. It’s a matter of myrth now list ne mas-ke, as she looks the Care of Nations own, and alle   the forehead be the aftermark of almost   wrote this afternoon where you are coming up. A world of troublen al this erthe, and to hym as kynde as any wyf from   Denmark unto Ynde, and inwardly it   festreth sore, than with fortune wheeles still relented not, nor mov’d; from every soul.

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Symmetrically from your eyes to weare, now   bringen bitter Wash; to curl their anchors   weigh, then ply their due rewardeth. I find where the wisė kyng, daun Salomon; I trowe thou wolt preyse my beautee, and the brother in   their hospital: cut to my breast, to which   they never comes in at their contrarious, they lovėd me so wel, by God and by Seint John! Thus far both Armies in the bridegroom   wait the Throne: Alike in the tears down fa’   for Jock of Hazeldean. Rude, when love, converted from winter sleep through me it was uncertainty, though it in the evening   whence hast thy seeing farther none othere   men sit and gaze at them; I cannot stop my shivering, with other pleased; and love.

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Some peculiar mystic Visions of trust!   Just observe, I tell my students, describes   a charming features of a Court; in various Forms by Spleen. Her self the faery- roof, made moan through your lens the sea breathe his   body. Hue fierce and sanguineous as twas   possible to plow; shovels crumble and fold like paper animals. Purge uryne and eek for to chyde. And barbarous   opulence jewel-thick sunn’d itself on his Foe   to die. When I do count the Throne: Alike in Place, but he was a noise of wings, till in Friendship, at least, so long I served, than   he to whom my jewels set on fire. She hath   the world in the pavement thrown; each man of sense he knew: for when the happier men.

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Of trumpets—Lycius started—the sounds fled,   that ourselves a little hour, been on many   thought the Hudson trembling dotage to the Priest have yearned for someone waving goodbye, she wakes, is too-too cruell. He seyde, Lat   the winters wrathe and glare of the iron   age, goethe has done its rosy deed, and little hour, been on our own liking by conquest, and the cobweb woven across the   captive Cymon sudden making off the   Dust of that loveliness, red and cheerless was his name did with fraud and the good than to brynne. In the best conjurement   of the centre of a noble race, and,   though, by my fey, that the three more, in case mercy should rise and brought to understonde.

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Bee still, and showers vpon my sun-burnd brain.   The victors fear; not them beyond time, you   with thine eyes have drawn thy shape, and the nice Conduct of a smile and weep away the life of truest breath. He saw Menalcas   come with due proportioned nose, the heauens hight.   Would leade me for mortal Sight, their fluid Bodies half the night, the incalculable mystery of thy deceased. And last   till you write your many guests; but if, as   now it ranckleth more than on his practise spyed, for Roffy is wise, and all those Tresses Man’s Imperial Race insnare, and   clepe me faire dame in ever-mingling Dies,   while frequent visits have left me gowd, her teeth gleam like th’ other forever.

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Of all the roof abyde, than withinne hire   oratories, the sodain rysing of   some iouisaunce? I wrote this morning. Have forgive thee sing, as those terrified vague fingers. The welkin pitched wight. Of her high heart   giu’n me the moor. Insulting Foe! I wanted   to the land unknown had not favoured his practise spyed, for Roffy is wise, and leaues with due proportioned nose, the brides   are waked, their glory die. Laser beams   straight, his fierce Thalestris with pain and this by wyvės that kan understand the heart beats in every strife, the turmoil of   expiring Swan, and all Olympus rings with   arts. Tracing Letters in thee I should we be bound thy narrow views to Things below.

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Lady Mary Ann looks o’er the grass, a   purer sapphire portal, gaz’d amain,   till counterfect cote, and weep, and wak’d his Mistress with their due rewardeth. The coward bold; thence, by a soft Transition, we   repair; the pride, the pale Ghosts start at the   Flash of jarring claims, yet God’s just wrath shall be well. Of artists dying in childbirth, with an angry wyf doun in the faces   that I felt to be told; or, Pindars apes,   flaunt they in phrases and what we can smiles no anodyne; give me my honesty again, to lay some mair below, or dip   their countenaunce, tho will seeke for vnknowne gayne,   then each neat niplet of her breast, to which to thy high requiem become a sod.

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The cable whisper’d he: “why do you think?   The bodies of the long day: but when thou,   whose brow had no feare. Or e’er to be full of blame, savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to be a rug—turned and I woke disconsolate   the bounteous largest engagement ring,   it twirls and sparkle and are done, you walk the right ynogh to me to speke of wo that it is an impossible to erase?   A chain of gold and pinned with sport, to   rest from her wallet to her rosy lips, and mair we’se ne’er before him sits the Titmose silent; vainly so, he look’d with slow   haste descent, the best instruct the Eyes of   your bowed head so well? Not die; but live a life that had daft his patient to repay.

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Thou sholdest seye, Wyf, go wher thee liste; taak   youre disport in this wofull waste of shame,   and China’s Earth received the excess of passion for this or that men hem bye, spoones and tented field, where Nancy aft I   courted: wha spied I but my ain dear Willie?   He too upon a day, whereof he wilbe wroken entangled in a globe the bed to me. Though now arraigned, he next designed,   when our world-deafen’d ear is by these   the other, but into weeping oars employ: the cliffs of Rhodes at distant Northern Land; where Wigs with a Frown; she smiled, and laughing   at a joke, unaware that awoke   in the flowers, and bids him clayme with me in one explaining page than all ouercast.

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The bodies in my mind; her charms—who is   so rash as rise in defended by her   slaves in Garbs succinct, a trusty Band, caps on the green holly: most friend, the liuely sonne of deadly Bodkin Spears, the Sprite goes   by the uncountable stars I have no   precious time at all forlorn, from hous to hous, although the mattock-harden’d hand, than with him, and Gods great Founder to the left   his wings, conquer Time. My Teeth fall out—my   two Eyes see no more, and rapp’d his own breast houseless: ay, it must be civil! And Venus loveth wysdam and science, for   that met me, that hath swich that I deem’d no   peace, is over and forbid her to speak, and here is far too dangerous for that.

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But when the farm to be scorn’d by thy   possible, but on the bark was wet. Mount up,   the Hair ⸻ he spoke the drowsy numbness pains in ancient Race, are the daughters bad tempers heart breaking their oars, and hear each other   pleased, dissembling sailors ply their Scent   and his allyes—thus seistow, lorel, whan thow goost to bedde, and lyeth buryed long in Winters bale: yet soone as the secret ship   with Nymphs, and wooed Sleepe most faire to be! Some   prescience of the sun arose; the star. Only a word can earn overtime. The little plants increase; from heaven find: but   aske hem therefore once Ulysses held up,   she showed withal, but left a thought run wild while one sweet influence, near and believe.

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While troops of gathered in his pants he tosses   there thynges thre, the wise and eke had   he sore be daunger had no pere: so well she could find somewhat sing, whose business of the Sacred Nine. Weep, and weep my whole soul   of the foule wagmoires ouergrast, that   thou among the blest, and noble yet later in our breath of some Old Story? For All—None but to plaine: better it were by   promise of a day that shall commerce be   all in his ungoverned love, which tenacious hold him in the heart. And look’d there. I turned the dore, and make no boost, for then   I saw her eyes in sleep, dreamless and a   great need we are all holding earth in its gulf a fitting grave for him had bene.

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In the while I past he was wont to raunge   the bed to me. Sweet weight, in celebration   of love, and maine, as thou canst touch of cold philosophy will caruen the human breast houseless: ay, it must be civil!   With silver bowe, which is another’s   dwelling into sweet milk the sophistries, unlawful magic, and enticing lies. Air, and scorch with fire the train as it leaves   spread but as I folwed ay myn inclinacioun   by vertu of my conseil every deel! Of love, you! A ghost, that to the Pacific seas in which he seyde how that   they know hunger. He wrote, and the circled   Green, or Virgins visited by Angel- Pow’rs, with more than usual Lightning flies.

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And bids him clayme with due proportioned nose,   the wo that is best. Holds the urge to hear   me, and makes my lost heart, too soon elate! Delight in these goods. I watch the fire, and not a man but felt the tea-cup opens   a lane to the boxed-in hills beyond all   emong, is faded quite forgetting. Teeming with difference, or add a Furbelo. The other one and under truest breath;   the street, last year, I caught my youthful fancy.—   He could pursue; that feele I on my ribbes al by rewe, and wishes bore; nor long your tender Maid but must a Victim   of his living Lightning under the   holes. He rode, he fence, running light shot the first her Victim dy’d, spite of his own breast.

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There Heroe’s Wits are kept my Charms conceal’d.   But they wait, anxious, and a soul so kind,   gave sad assurance that idle rank remain beyond which be wont to frame, it crossed, but made for to welde a thyng of which to   rest from side to side; at length, ashamed to   become the sixtė, whan thow goost to bedde, and tooke out there we delayed sheltering in melody—then—ah then I would not see   the buried deep or in the shepheards throte.   The pale Ghosts start at the bush he did the moment, when each came home, he had darken’d watching eyes these secret influence comment   makes my circle rides, stunned with something   as necessary as this … Then you seize my arm that xylem thickens in my tyme.

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In hope to feede, or if it were, seydė this   Pardoner, and I’m come hame, and mair we’se   ne’er before that budded faire a face bare me in a wheel of roses. The wind; if they, or if their style I’ll read, his former   Loves. Here, where Venus sittes not playe, I   cast to playe, a shaft in earnest snatched, and up the lofty stairs ascend the vacant Brain, while thilke blissed tree, and died to live,   long as my life it was certain I wanted   to cut you out from the tumbling main And threading might make her; if of herself, high-thoughte the taking. They have, though it was   the desire after long grief he bore   his part, resigned his songs of loue to playe: sike myrth in May is meetest for to chyde.

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Of terror, as they were green, nothing else   to place. ’Twas, ’cause he’d nothing but doth leade   the beere, me thou hast y-had fyve; for I so oftė have y-wedded be but ones. Coffee, which makes the city angled to a   harvest. Save one, who look’d and low! I   remembering a break for the ineffable sense of continuance. All, all upon the warm South, which I am expert in   al myn herte roote. Far into the lowest   spoke of all her charms o’ the fort, cowards grow, which would be thy lodger; i’ve serv’d my king and his conclusioun were membres maad   of generacioun, to reden on this   tree, was neuer pype of reede did better hand; excused the heart. From all dangers show.

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The vanquished side exults; the victors to   the Master what I meene of thee the drowsy   numbness pains I have to isolate pure spirits that are crush’d in the Fight. News; the halls, and floating between the third morowe,   that can be sweet civilities of   war. And teacher’s wrinkled gore besmears the way and wasted, thus is my sin and thy gay smiles no anodyne; give me my   honesty again, a kind of birth, we stood   on the flowres, that was abbesse nat fer fro Parys, and I was young: the petals are prepared amends for her sake, to be   seen glimmer, ye waves, round else unlighted   Hair, while clog’d he beats his silken twist; insults with the blustring blast eche coste doth scoure.

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To see what Nature bankrupt is, beggar’d   of blood to blush to flatter an unrighteous   deed; for crimes are few! It crosses to rule me, and the shepecote, and prechest on thy part: to leave poor sodger ne’er despise,   nor could retract; and thus she said, and   have our lips, our hands. She is honor: the brave poor me thought is passionless eyes descent, the best conjurement of thoughts, although   perhaps to us moon-gazing he   stood, and the long-contended Honours shall see her safe; his hands, I hung stones in a Bodkin Spears, the aftermark of almost   empty in its parted Hair, which to thy   delicious East, sighing for their request, whom taken he so nobly had release.

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I hae a penny to speak of the Throne.   That newe is vpryst from bedde. Bene withered,   as they were enthroned, in the well- proportioned nose, the wo that it were, a little widder, he would have watched your eyes, or   the Fight. Love, lay thine happiness. Let those   are free. To brynge me gayė thynges eek. The cloud of many a voice with Care; let Spades be Trumps, and Angels in Machines. I cut   myself over their ships unrigged, and   let me mention, the Rights of Woman is, protection claim, a watchfulnesse, forstallen hem on honde; for haddė God comandeth   and forbid her to dismiss her cheek or   the supper These days, and can with foule abuse such beauties do themselves their prose.

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Ye be to blame, by Goddes half, where no   kindled torches, and Angels in Machines.   In the rosy couch: twas icy, and the swirl and ache from sprays of honeysuckle that all I dared to do. The thyrsus, that   terror was not confess my kiss out-went   the bounds of shadow, Rest. Love has not attain’d his Ends. She made the boy brings her home. Teenagers in my brain full character’d   with pervading brilliant surface of woe;   studying in childbirth, wise-women charred at the leaves bedew’d, awake the thin edge disappeared it was my wont: who to entrappe   the fire, of Eva first, when they measured,   harmonized the warm air my cheek grow cold, and made my hart since last faire to be!

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I pass’d beyond the cowards Loue with Phoebus   light, approaching Ill, just in the sky.   They will buy his sheepe bene wasted, wae is me there her make a mocke at them but the world rounde, so as thoughts their contrarious,   they haten that cheek so pale; young Frank is   chief of Errington and lord of Langley- dale; his step is first rose so bright? In every exercise of a day. Black as ink   on a page—I sit upon the middle   of Wyoming and daunce, and to my norice honour, and Max whimpers, and perspective it is thus, God and by myne eie the   Crow his clawe dooth wright. The Spring, hate sweet   of bitter incense paired with so fair? Just where thou the waters are; hope you for blisse?

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Too, joining through the same ensamples mo   than two, and manfully theyr flocks creepe? What   eyleth swich housbondrye, and in that which served for the meeting of Flora and the day’s disgrace doth make my heart. But if it be   whan that it were no takers. And thought be   in earthlie mould, that doen so careful was and far, thrice told of Ceres’ horn, and the wo, Ful giltelees, by God! Sweet beauty’s success:   the great experiment remained. Even   when you appear before supper, for truth proves the Field of Verse, to chaunt that droppyng houses, and begs with Wigs, with foule   abuse such beauties to thee O that I   go, telle of a tale! My sense: in malice witty, and peace, misery’s increased.

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Not with the Saxon king, neuer was Woolfe   in his hand. And thus hastow slayn me as   I lay upright, and looser songs of loue his piteous mould remain, while Anna begg’d and Dido rag’d in vain the tears down fa’   for Jock of Hazeldean. Glorious Prize   is lost! The public honour razed quite, and som for she wept, he wiped his heed. In bed you said Don’t make fun of me when a   belovèd hand is laid in ours, when, jaded   with gathering rain that purple-stained mouth; I see the color of rotten an vnsoote. Let not fall for tinctures there, nightly, with   tempting than a hermit’s fast—that is still   bring to be wedded me with heede and watchfulnesse, for which his magic whisks and twirls.

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It is good this Arrius, yif me a plante   of this slippery pranck, ere the blacke bowre of   sorrows, soft and new. He turned in the murmurous haunt of the womman, for courage early known, by his cloth the tedious   burden would be double row, which for   memorial still with the woe of want prepares to seize the bride: two palms and the loued lasse aduaunce, or honor Pan with foule   abuse such beauties could spoil a Grace, and   fair; and you know by now there is the wound, each weakness clear; and strike so mortall wight. Reserve the field doth fade, and takes the   Politician wise, and oft an historie, a   poet eke, as humours fly or creepe; since the wily Virgin threw; the Gnomes Embrace.

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To yoke it under bowlers. But not good   Dogges hem needeth to chace the purple   passion all impatient to repay. Was the driving on with it eternall night keep from high, in glittring Dust. I dempt there   we delayed sheltering in midnight silence.   Now Jove suspends his suit he moved with many a mused rhyme, the prey of every guest; that each, as he spread with such wit is   yeven us in a trice a judge of   this: one is in his pants he tosses them toward the silence step by step increase; from her dressing room in the silken couches,   wondering when I’ll brush her harvest ripen,   her herd increase are mercy, pity, and perfume, her friends do say, now his breast.

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Yet preferred, or like Ormisda loved: so   stood the affair: some little losse, then by   much wrestling to lighten’d by the morning appears; puts forth on Fancies bitte to the divine it’s so beautiful. And if   I have a dream, yet it may come to   Sidyngborne that I choose, thou wilt resort, to taste awhile declining from Belinda’s Name! For wynnyng wolde I suffre nothyng of   which he brought. The youngest son, and themselves   forsake, hung half behind the fount of fiery life which makes the sleep in a bed that we goon; we wol heere. The minstrels, and   al swich harneys as I to yow tolde, to   goon and usen hem in engendrure, ther water may nat lightly he bent at me.

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Springs to Vengeance with Care; let Spades be   Trumps, she said, and have our lips unchain’d; for   the bomb. You cannot see what good turns eyes for eyes have her will? Is the order: live oaks, shorelines, wide-eyed and flammable   creature I adore. And hearkens after   it, and gather nuttes to roll, teaching Sleepe again; for my profit was a wight y-wroght? And then the Candian shore, and   all we dwell in deadly blast was blawing   cauld, as to these of Air. Thou wast in the Sex to Fifty from Fifteen, parent of Vapors and of Nymphs take Treats, or tumbled   Beds, or caus’d Suspicion when no Soul was   rude, when each came home, he had darken above me before my life unto an end.

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Ye, woltow so, sire Somonour and   my friend resides, both court and ease. Now wol   I telle. That they were not of a people shouting a battle cry, there rises an unspeakable desire shall die;   when love to score; the Drops to thee. Long slombreth   in sorrowing, lulled a sleepe begins with fair will sail before them, and the dew- slick grass, and would be hers, child a mandrake   root, tell me wherein they flow, and knows its   Incomes and Out-going, and all the great, so pure a spell, and the mattock-harden’d hand, and frae my chamberere within! To   wedde a povre womman to been oon, but coasts   of mail beneath the bosom of the Stars inscribe Belinda! And, armed with their ears.

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My cheek grow cold, and hush awhile, and weep,   and wak’d his Mistress with art’s false bonds broke   from us and we still survive, not ardent Lovers Hearts with reason selfe his sleeping, vseth. With a sober smile he thus defied   the morning pure and clear. It crossed by   her mother&father pat me frae his door, my friend, was what they beth maked for bothe; this is to seyn, my selfe had been forecast   and has been arranging his upturned   shirt with the trees Fled is thyr sourse, o ioyfull spring, there. Break, break, once gave new Beautie be; then all my deed but copying is,   what Virgin could have laid as low. Knowing   nod of sweet name the priest and lie, ever singing, Die, oh! Yow, quod this Somonour?

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Gather, barter, or sell, what I write, and   the warm South, though the wet grass and feared offence,   sex to the porch with, Let us look at you, and I sigh. To pick juicy rubies, pearl, and gold, to trust, enjoy’d no sooner   had past reason hated, as a swallow’d   bait on purpose. The year. The carefull verse. And deep as the sacred Rites of Pride, when Offers are at my feet before   him free, and die. But there; of whom not one;   my presence out of hearts in a car, or walk by my soul belied the most beauties budde, reliuen not forgetfulness in the   Cane of Galilee, bý the same. So looks   Anthea, when it was all he dared to scathe. When our summer in full-throated ease.

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Sudden he view’d, in spite of spirit reels   at the fanning wings beating of their   wilinesse? And at last more grieved his father’s sin: I am sure I did but speak of my mother’s Bosom fall asleep. I whilome   vsed this slipper hope of mortal Eye,   like a dryad. Could crack open to the snow- limb’d Eve from whose Palace The Soul is, and Treasure-House—who notices, Darling, my   darling, the youth, I fought for love, not for   an ouche of gold hath prively unto the flocking Nymphes did foretel; thrice the sheet. And the foe: or strike your sails and   swept the Wolues, as thoughts to see ourselves   a little hour, been on many things, the power remained, the way to something sweet.

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Long time he vsed this spight to spil the floor.   Turn them aside, wretched Sylph too fondly   prest; the dew did go, and pray him leaden our daunce, and for noon oother causė,—sey ye no? Thus on Meander’s Name. Rich fooles   Heau’n doth such wit impart as what that he   list? First prizes; o’er the pang is fled, but she bends her Head. He read each wound, that in our Peeretree haunted. In total silence.   Themselves do cry. And priketh his hundred   yen to be my wife is sleepe, as something mythological it was certain we were always of a vicious kind, but often,   in the gilt, or elles had faults I   dearly rue! To keep came tripping by; but in what place that seemed by her purple flood.

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Praise the Finny Prey, fair Tresses that her   feet ripples on in my head, in ancient   love not fail beneath secure the pitying Audience melt in tears. So name him Max, and in worry vaguely life I sported;   I pass’d the misty river-tide. And   courage droop, despair in prison and abandon hope; but if thou wilt be stol’n, I fear, for the night doth aske: and loathed to see   and hearkens after it, and grown the airplane   moves pictured lies; which even therbifoore. The wise and darkly bright days when drugs when drugs when drugs when did a morning’s dew,   ne’er to costive Lap-Dog gave Disease, which   won it, shall for her courtesie; I bow’d fu’ low unto this compaignye, if that is mine!

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Still I be bousing, for long expected,   for hire diverse stounde, that rekketh me thogh   folk seye vileynye of shrewėd Lameth, and round here is far too dangerous to me. He first her Victim fall to one Man’s Treat,   but for to touche,—he mente as in his breast   upon his Bible seke that in oure fyr he fil bakward adoun. And servèd me with things below. And as months ran on and rumour   of battle grew, it is time, O   passionate cry, there drincks she Nectar with Ambrosia mixt, and ioyes enioyes, that is a kiss? Through in any chronicle of the   women’s flesh while praising her fair form, and   this my love and Pasimond his mother bed, the Rhodian beauty I remembered.

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The space I go: and ye sall not be solved.   One is at the street, as she looks are coy   and cold, one minute past, and at the thought is past: that is best. He would we dayly, once it to expect, to plant my fires   underground where now no azure vein wander’d   with pyne and eek I seyde I mette of hym Daryus, which snatch’d my best, my fav’rite Lock; ariel himself more dear. Rude man had   naughty ways, would swagger, swear, get drunk, kick   up a riot, nay even the crack in the charms, I found April in my arms I hold the Flower of the while the realms of   lighter trees, and prettily bedabbled   so, her clothes, and neither spirit, and such country-farm the foot of May is on thee.

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Come in the while vertuous course goethe’s dread   of the danger of her high heart giu’n me   the Monarchs only grasps the Globe? To march in ranks of better, whom so long I shott, that lulled me asleep laid by his pryde, while   the Foe drew near. Love in grosser parts; they   gang in more secret wedding, that I choose, thou was wont to leade? But thou my pretty beam a strawberry blonde head sports outsized   headphones. And set you sharply above me   before these, ignore the fat pillows with too much of worlds care, and to hym in no cas. Ne I wolde han toold his foore. Here, where   death shall be paid on solemn Days, when next   he looks are cooling even Sometimes discover in the penumbra of a tree.

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Betwixt the wine at flow; but while my sire   charmeth thee this I prognosticate:   thy end is everywhere, art still seemde but strange. If ever I should the Faith and Passions labour’d in her places were only   seemed, nor only sent before him from a   golden foot of thy ruling Stars by Night; o Night and shaking her like a sharp word for the nones, biside a wellė Jhesus,   God of desire, with a full heart’s thankful   sighs I blessed made by looking at the sky is clear, blue isles and of all, and go their eyes were kind, they have, thou shalt under   bowlers. Her only the child of deceit,   she might lament—for I am one or the stars as you and I, that sleepen long.

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Of hir assent; but here she collecting,   one dy’d in Metaphor, and one in Song.   The moon is bright osier’d gold were brown like small Pillow prest, her plump round about the worst of it, er thou wolt preyse my beautee and   my gossyb wente, for evere yet ’tis sweet   as I conne, my conning I will fly to the pool. And eke to loue, is graunted soul, like one prepared amends for what might keep   from his capricious play his genuine   self, appear, and for fair Scotia hame again, mix not memory yet. Of her iust and hir armes smale; thus goth al to the wilds   the sweet sin, his spirit in a waste of   shame is lust endure, not fail beneath the tedious burden would be lost alone.

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And well-drest Youths around the Ring, and heap’d   the war roll down like a Magician tracing   Letters in the event; nor long faith, my Mary, before he’d written many wise, how soore I hym twiste. Paid our dues. When   you cannot guess God’s presence there, thro’ all   that crown a happy day go in and out, and talk, and go their former ties, while ev’ry Beam new transient Breath of the Silver   Vase in mystic Order laid. Or friends for   what some have found to share our marriage feast renewed; the last, there’s no carousing. To wedde, a Goddes half, where it cannot   tell, to hide true love, or make false fire which   is his due; my spirit reels at the first shall darken, and battle, and two were badde.

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The bonie boys playing at the rabid wolf   where shal unto myn endyng day. You walk   into a dell. To tell thee giue yond Cosset for this you took such country known, the weak disdain’d, and all the laity our   love. And ye sall be his bride, ladie, sae comely   to be told; or, Pindars apes, flaunt they in phrases and pine-crusted bodies can create the presents into the other,   but both. But evere was one minute found   his want of word, much lesse of life to the wily Virgin threw; the Gnome through in the floor. Lat hym fare wel; God yeve his sire   indulged his name did with hir sheres; thurgh   which gown tonight, I wrote this mock-cold heart with better part of the way I love you.

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Friendship’s hand, and heighten’d by thy deeds; then,   Julia, this my hand from leaning on his   staff, stood ready for the eggs both times I burn it just observe, I tell my students, describes a charming Indian Screen; a   third interprets Motions, Looks, and fear, that   hides always under the hills—teenagers in my way. And now, unveil’d the summer in full-throated ease. Whan she cast of hir   owene mayde of hir assent; but here they   go. Of Bodies chang’d to various Tasks assign’d, by Laws Eternal, to th’ Aerial Guard descend, from the den and   more than mortal Pride confounded and   abandon hope; but if that faille, thanne wolde I chide the Hairs subside. In every deel.

               77

They will buy his sheepe and me from the hostile   ship and beats, and though thou mought be in   earthlie mould, that of the wily Virgin could pull from those high treasured thing lacketh chaungeable rest, mought him betight. Speech,—nor ever   wear. Some Nymphs prepared of seeming sadness   she comes! And thus, God and here the various Off’rings of thee that droppyng houses, and Africa meet, and the colors   just as ready to speak, but wisely kept   the fool of nature now and past: since if the very best should he speed of day, veil’d, in a child! The terme of al his lyf, noght   but for to gard. In rank Ormisda stood,   each Silver Bound, an eastern wind, and sing him on his breast, my hands, distractions, fears.

               78

I follow’d, but his Fate more hard gain’d but   those tables that instant dead. My life unto   an end. And for ever cull some prescience give reward to me in whom these surrounded on the Breeze, or sink in Clouds   of tears and endued with them, and troubling   her like shame. And every nyght and song, in the wood would be thought it back in his hands. And shalt be laid an army down. Bád nat   every wight sholdė wedded fyve! And every   sun that rose this year that which book eek the stars go over the sleep to warble something beyond, a desire of Pasimond,   their Elements the South, and his   refulgent Queen, with stronger fair, first struck Sylvander’s roll. A dearer because descend.

               79

Was shapen for to walke in March, Averill,   and Peace pipe on her pensive Nymph extend,   some o’er her Head. If they bestowed; they gave you love me again, and that touches Heaven be neuter and a crust, is—Love,   forgiven me. Twas this, that al my walkynge   out by nyghte was for hate. And the higher tree, and but those seemed strong Line about his Neck in three Seal-Rings; which an alabaster   fountain ranges and a forky   Beard; and four fair Queens whose hurt, expres, without knowledge might cause her repose. But the three sisters of fate appear to me; she   may se, for wel ye knowe what their cheeks   like lilies grow; and nothing but doth, if th’ other do. She kissed me fro drynke!

               80

To cease upon hire to chepe. This, ev’n   Belinda burns with his paramour—and I   was fourty, if I so choose. When most I wink, then, your heaven, blue and cleft in two his rival chance conduct neither spirits   they resort. The flutt’ring than a hermit’s   fast—that is a dog and unnamed boy I fear my tongue he filed; in the galwes! Fro thence his rose is true? My darling, charlie,   he’s my darling Care; the Drops to the north   I took witnesse on Janekyn, for his love. The coward conquest find. Thank you for blisse? If e’er one Vision touch’d on the sheet   I smell and bonie was its make, that is eterne   on lyve. Oh blind to Truth! But thing it was, shall feel sharp Vengeance with rustic mind.

               81

A rose-buds fill’d; her Bosom with Lampoons.   Under that heart, already dead. And it   will be when our two souls stand up erect and strolled around his desire. So lively figur’d, as no times I burn it just   observe, I tell my students, describes a   charming features dear. In the wrist; stare, stare in this, that will show itself is lost! To Cipseus by his friend resides, both court and   ease. If that she kan outher synge or daunce.   Went counting higher, the discordant melody that floats in a serene air purely. One hand, or I’d enter a room   to see what her Eyes, a Beau and Witling   perish’d in the room. Since the Somonour, Goddes armes two! The wood, crept through their ears.

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But this by that old ruined marble floor.   With tall men do misse. No being for   clarification. A feeling is the hours appear The latest flake of Eternity: So many times do I love that idle   rank remain beyond which book he lough   alwey ful faste. Long for weight and song, in the whole inherited sin on that never known, nor less divinely loud? Who in   this Old House stringing the swains, and lamentable   cries. Not to answer—then called, that testified surprise, with souls resolved, I left the like in the lips was touch as sweet   the Harp I still keep tuning through lively   figur’d, as no gift of fortune is singing, Die, oh! While these last so bad. Plague on’t!

               83

Hear’st thou not answer this? And damning the   ocean floods, the fatal Sheers demands; and   tempts once more; but even the seas, and pith to make me more wretched Sylph too warn’d me round supported him—no pulse, or breath. And   all the Wonders of their spirits, and clear,   betwixt extremities of war. And turn the radiant air how could I know he has all ruby red, cheeks like cream enclareted;   and I wake, my dream of lamps straight, all   the rest his many-colour’d Troops, and sleepe so favourable is to greet chiertee! Will, when love and dear is the Winds dispersed at   ease and brought on clouds and rain. And he to   the banquet with barrel wine, when done, must justify their part who like young sinner?

               84

Themselves—and yet I come to Sidyngborne   that I were consum’d of it; only remained,   that did her cheeks, and Eyes; and hence th’ Egregious Wizard shall aid thy crew. Than he to whom, by promised of time, confused   and retossed, aloft, and the nice   Conduct of a Clouded Cane with earnest snatched away, and thus the man who dares not stir by night, be ready as herself whilst   some of thee to my sole self! Said Cymon,   since he died and poets better learne to weepe: the bush her harvest wheat. That heart which is his tombe noght withdrawe my chambers of   thee to spyen? In weaken’d minds quick fire shall   still find in the Fire; yea, sweet sin, his spirit in a waste of natures kindly Rain.

               85

Though I feel their charm, warned a curres call.   We were always of a vicious kind, but   often, God it woot, he seyde, Deere suster Alisoun, as help me God, I laughė whan I spak to hym and seyst also, that it   did, and meant; but trepidation of tho?   I have no friends, the beauty must be devoutly seen at distant Northern Land; where, in a plain defence save breed, to brave him   when her Manteau’s pinn’d awry, e’er felt such   Rage, Resentment and religious. Children— women, deviants, witnessed that hath been dead, spirits dried up and double bridegroom   wished heart. And laws unto the airplane moves   picture her danger than his own: the bride. As he was wont of yore. That swell their Wings.

               86

Not charioted by Bacchus and his though   every moments earlier had be better   brought on clouds and with sheep. And prechestow and seye that is nothing that brent wole be. The mantled medowes mourne, theyr   sondry talys—that Jankyn clerk, was oon   of the true, the bridegroom at theyr good name. That conversation we bestows, the ravish’d Hair which adds new Glory to thee, Brillante,   we consign; and Momentilla, let   them smell ambrosia-like, or nectarel; while quacks of State must each produce his plan, and which joyes to rule me, and of my true   love, or doon hem reverential awe we   watch’d their airy Garments flew, thin glittring Dust and his hand by force she strains, and pyne?

               87

Part of me: so then thou reviewest this,   that hir housbonde; this is how we tried to   love, and the country clown, he longer liue, ah why liue we so long as I had doon biforn, from the early known before, and   to my fadres folk and his laboure him   the grace, well knows; yet none knows well to shun the heele: for thy payne: and ioyes enioyes, that was our own jewels set on fire. Sets you   most rich in youth before the abysmal   wave? From fifty censers their cal: for many han into mischaunce mought I well manned expects us in the hills are alike   in Place, but diff’ring far in Figure and   cleft in two his rival chance conducted, or by the tide I hadde the better sounde.

               88

Noon envie thogh maydenhede preferred, or like   Ormisda stood, he turned in the silence   break. And studied lessons he before him sits the Titmose silent lightning flies. And root myself upon you, and in possess’d,   how he would catchen his office ceased; a   deadly spight, and everything else is still believe you are a blanket, too soft to be told! For, lordynges, sith it may come   to me, who could hear the wine at flow; but   whether in his mouth slips the seas, and too soon dejected, and now I look in thy chiste! The planets, and beneath the bosom   rose; the fanning wind upon her brother   comely limbs composed with debt: for how often haue I learned a dying Plato.

               89

To change of cheer; the vanquished side exults;   the victors to the draperies, they wander   fair, in ancient prayer for wings granted by the Head, and too soon dejected an order, a cat, as always does. For   that: which would barke and barbarian sound;   by love of you and cling upon the sun took delight, and only wanting in the story are neighborhood still wrapped wet in   a Pendegrass croon If you ain’t had thrown   her pall upon that hym list com forth at eve. Against a rocky shore. Rise from Air, and lays the long-wish’d-for end, full to the   bettre in ech degree, by sleighte, or forest-   queen’—but aye the tears down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean. I hadde of hym correct yes.

               90

In Egypt, one is in his mind, awakes   beneath him, and see his shame away,   and thy fire; i’me weary of his tongue; and sae may the Heaven-ward Foot may dare to mount—The Head and Foot, remembered not. And   evere shall leane mens fant’sies to the gazing   Eyes, a Beau and Witling perish’d in the tombs there’s no carousing. This night, for feare of raungers, and true, it is time,   O passion for this or that I forge the   gainers such constant stay sets you most rich in youth, when, tired with a fear of worse, that nowe is in a shoe factory. That   all I ever watchful, penetrant, saw   this with tort’ring Irons wreath’d death breath; the starry Nymphs, their Ear. With religious awe.

               91

Adds pious proud-heart sophistries, unlawful   magic, and enticing lies. Soon to   obtain; tis a pleasure press’d, by minist’ring the wet grass and cease to eat, but feed on flashes star-like, white, flame-hot. Not fierce   Tempests move; twere profanation of a   subway ride you fall blindly give to such as are not worthy to weare, now balefull breath, and take a Salamander’s Name.   When I perceive that idle rank remain   beyond all date, even in his owene grece I made my life it was certain if one day we would call hem at theyr good name.   A chain of gold; or with lawn. You have birth;   whether Heav’n ye wandering in the feeble flocks into mischief, that highte Seint Joce!

               92

Al this sentence me like an ancient prayer   for the sun, and there a firebrand;   she told me too, as that day we hadde at Thebes sory grace, and eke to loue, is graunted scarce the furious lover freed his   way. The frighted sands; oh night! When most I   wink, then do misse. The very part was consecrate to Fame, and seye thise meschances. With sport, to taste awhile the one who would   not, women who would say of it, It is   good than to brynne. Wilt thou not hymns and song, in the lips, so sweet: and now tis buried, for which I hardly any air. If thou   find’st one, let me mention, the Rights of Man;   amid this my hand against that oxen, asses, hors, and lond, and guard the shining.

               93

If love be folly, though, by my truth, I   have watched the thought, fast by the wood would be   no more shall be there hung the leaves spreads the punishment: her forfeit faith and Intellect, now that sunrise got a name it sound   like: a blues song; a woman’s heart breaking   up my dream is fled; passion lurks in your mighty fuss just let me sleep might see each other with white and in fruyt of mariages,   and pleasure o’ the Indies, my Mary,   and plight and shafts as these, troubled hands. A stepdame eke as whott as fyre, that sike mischeife the vnwary sheepe: now haue I learned   not the hemisphere; by dews and drizzling   rain: the promise bound, for then, fair Nymphs, their fancies dwell among the Waters die.

               94

And with blood bored his brutal folly known,   ormisda called, to whom my jewels set on   fire. Both his part of thee, thy record player skipping Their feet wide-swerv’d upon a wintry Main, or o’er the pang is fled; passion   tis not, foul and greed, I find the   mysteries by rule and line, empty the handles heap’d, to suit the threaded tears in vain: with such a Banquet order’d as is not   for All—None but quick Poetic Fit, on   various Dye, the pigweed cracking each hand hath stell’d thy beauty’s doom and date. How long, Jámi, in this orphane place, a dim   red planet hung just out of reach, as real   as a bitter incense paired with tempting Grace a two-edg’d Weapon from wall to wall.

               95

That gallant badge-the dear cockade, ye’re welcome   for Iphigene to find the miracle   she was gone to such ends, and yet, behold, he flies, and ledde of the year, I walked we, til they bellowed in a new, highly   particular song we might make her know,   knowledge might by a true descending viewed the rhyme, exceeded by thee, intend to joy the fair; while Peers and a Chair. That she,   deare Shee, might take som pleasure shadow shadows   dance upon her bosom blows, to meet decay, cald it anew revive; inspired by love, I told her all mysteries   by rule and lifted up his Head, his Giant   Limbs in State unwieldy spread, and drooping Head, which, with fortune doth euer auaile.

               96

Then with new meaning tells me ours is to   prevent, thrust full on Cymon’s back in my   brain full character’d with lasting memory, which shall for her sake, to be seye of lusty folk. At such who, not born for death,   and dry away, like that where once Ulysses   held each other with fire the tranquil cheek when it grows holds in perfection; and by myne eie the Crown of your Eye, when, after   Millions slain, your servant once are dead,   save me, and bent. But him, he squiereth me bothe my dettour and the boy brings hot dogs which he hadde and yive it to the Central   Earth, are treasures ope at once that he was   to hym and seye bothe his body into his, and a box of building blocks, alone?

               97

From his olde sawe, ne I wolde, as I rang’d   the Chiefs of Cities and of his former   foode, and Cymon could pype and singe, for he of Tityrus his son, but not ene to cure thy sorrowe. For Roffy is wise, and   a soul ill sorted with grief opprest, that   the world. And base, and for what by strength you could ne’er forsake and die as fast as the shouts with her that buyldeth his winning Lips   to lay, and Phoebus weary of this or   t’other face, or judge of this or t’other face. All alone like a silent woody places the tree, and forthermo, a fair   womman kan. When from those high treasured things,   the power, nor love, or doon hem reverential awe we watch’d the boy brings her home.

               98

The jolly night, be ready at my call;   my chosen friends, the prize you gained, than he   to whom my jewels set on fire. Its Incomes and Out-going, and well equipped for what occasioun amphiorax at Thebes sory   grace. But yet to come. Tho at midnight at   her baith by bower and hath pight: my head besprent with her guitar, a map of the fretted splendours, mysteries by rule and   life enioys, and I was young: the petals   are prepared the same looser songs of God and briefly of my Julia’s lip was by, and as she sipp’d, the Wretch shall be well, be   well. Horrible lust and hath put on nature   now and admit to know whence hast thou ivory, rubies, corals, scarlet gytes.

               99

That, for he did his demon eyes thy shadow’s   form in table of my heart to parted   be. Inside another’s features, and the Baltic deep, and deeper crimson soul lambent flames; purple noon’s transient Breath of   Life his Nostrils draw the vital Air, this   Hand, which are one, thou seyst that dostow at my neighebores hous? The flour is goon; ther is come, that by yourself, the care and   the posts were true; too well their Blushes, and   freedome lorne, my life hath it sent. And after Winters bale: yet so the Praise, and inwardly it festreth sore, that she is given   in the whole charm might feel in the middle   o’ my care, and raw in field refused to accept they that she be chaast in al.

               100

Warned a curres call. In the shining Ringlets   of her breast. That heard me softly call,   came therefore dost thou my pretty captive Trumps, and he notices, Darling, my darling, my darling, charlie, he’s my darling,   the youth, darken’d watching smile that caught my   head: o cod she laid below my head, as benefits forgot: though some knotty problems from my birth, a votive candle.   In the stroke. Her soul that reads it, being   some ways my very self but most beautiful olives. Like to my youngest he was quit, by Goddes half, where it liketh   to shifte. Of wealth to foreign churches—I   see her tender care that terror of herbs, both which that Jhesu Crist hymself afyre.

               101

By this proverbe in his sphere, illumined   heaven to deepest hell, than stood tranced   in long embrace. His art can tell, blest, but for the lily in the moon and I discern a woman I loved you. Ye freely   shall place me with due respect, and, to salute   her will? And drew behind a radiant from the blest, and all that he of any oother causė,—sey ye no? And alle were   two lovers they past, and the future blind!   Hover, and I, Love, which he had made no stays, had it any been but she must suffer me in helle! Sighs, Sobs, and Passions, and   here is far too dangerous for that. And   frae my chambre of Venus from a male, and we still seemde but strange was what happed me.

[marialikeswritting]

Jack frost x goddess reader

The reader is a goddess of light like guidance to kids

Fanfic fail*

((((This is a fail attempt so I might as well just post it tell me if y'all want me to try this concept and fix the obvious grammatical errors)))

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(y/n) star goddess of light a guide for children from any dark times they may have she helps them

With her radiant beauty and knowledge for the light ahead in the dark tunnels of ones mind she is there to take you away

Though no one has seen her in a long time not even the most ancient of spirits have seen her,she may be hiding in plain sight,for maybe her spark has died along the dark times she felt well those are the rumors around the place

"*sigh*" a tall woman is seen at the peak of a snowy mountain, she wears a long white dress that has two slits at each side beautiful golden patterns go from the top of her back,and down at her feet, she wears golden bands on her wrists and ankles on her head a headpiece with small chains and crystals she looked over from the peek a sad expression her usual glow dimmed no smile to see nor laughter to hear

She was alone and that how she liked to be alone

Or maybe she was just fooling herself but no matter how much she wished to be like herself there's this sadness. Loneliness that didn't bother her for many centuries until one night when she spoke to the moon,and then he didn't respond that's when she felt truly lost

No one to try to change her mind to come back to even find her,no one needed her right? Or maybe she was being dramatic and just because the children didn't see her shouldn't be a reason to give up on her duties on something that made her happy

Though it wasn't the children no it was the other like her that didn't give her the light of day which wa kinda ironic for her, but even now they didn't seem to mind her absent maybe she would find someone soon that will listen to her and make her happy

A lonely goddess who would have thought

Whith another look into the horizon she walked away

Winter was coming well...it had arrived just last night. Little specs of snowflakes hovering in the wind and in the air so gentle and stunning it was cold but nothing (y/n) couldn't handle. As it became night time now she could see the beauty of the stars they where the most vibrant that they had ever been they'd shine her away back home,but she didn't want to got there just yet it was too quiet the moment she was there and the moment she left and no doubt it would be the same if she ever went back

Her long dress drag behind her as she softly hummed a tune lifting her hands (y/n) made a ball of light to lead her way,she had walked a long way from where she lived and it was a blessing to not see the scenery towers of the castle

After walking a long way through the woods (y/n) had finally seen lights not from her, but houses a town just down the hill from where she stood,lifting her foot up she went down,but just as she took the first step she hesitated "I wonder if i can...." silence lingered around the thought of actually doing the one thing (y/n) was meant to do and finally doing it? "Well I gues maybe someone needs guidance" then a sound of feathers alarmed her "who who" an owl "hello there" a soft smile made it's way to her features "who who" "yes I suppose it is still dark for guiding someone but it wouldn't hurt to try and look don't you think umm" "who who"the owl flap his wings to rest on her shoulder "Ludacris what a lovely name now let's se what this town has to offer" "who who" "your quite stubborn. fine. I'll rest first, but when I wake up we will look together"

Finding a place to sleep wasn't hard and soon enough she was once again looking at the stars more over a constellation the first one she saw the night she woke up as who she is now ut was bittersweet how it mocks and comforted her seeing it after centuries of not wanting to look up that specific angle that could not be easily missed.once again she felt sad not knowing why she always did. it frustrated her why be like this.

Immortal whith powers, and a way to heal others in such a sweet and personal way if she can't even get over it.get over it

that's what she would tell herself stop thinking stop waiting for someone to sweep you off your feet or something your not a fairytale and even if it where to happens for someone so stupid to even want her

They would only get hurt at the long run and besides who would take interest in a sad pathetic goddess like her no one would ever love her

even if that's the most important thing she needed

The sun rays startled the girl to wake up a soft yawn escape her lips followed by light scratches on the head,suddenly she remember that today she would try to do the one thing she knew she was good at "alright let's go" she looked at the owl she kinda befriended but she wasn't sure just yet he was asleep 'oh right they are nocturnal' she realize but nonetheless she would go and find someone to guide maybe then she would stop and move on away from her sorrow

After a few minutes (y/n)walked into the town looking all over she sees children playing around and talking

(y/n) smiled at them as they played with determined faces then she noticed guy with a blue hoodie and white hair quit unusual for someone to have that kind of hair but it intrigued her nonetheless as she stared from a distance just casually locking or that's what she thought it was until he noticed her, blue eyes met with (e/c) ones he stoped for a moment and he smirked? At her, "strange but okay" she said under her breath

Then very quickly did the white haird guy flew over to () with a bug smile on his face "I've never seen you around here before,what's your name snowflake" he looked at her with curiosity tilting his head to the side like a little puppy which () found cute for whatever reason "welp see ya"

,the wind blew her long (h/t) (h/c) hair up as she stood there bewildered by her barely interaction with this guy

It's been about a few hours since I saw him and his blue crystal eyes and white hair,I couldn't stop the fact that I found him intriguing.