#speak of the devil and he appears this blow up my mind

[handfulofmuses]

Shenzi: *tells him the truth*

Me, yesterday: remember when Cheezi called Scar fire dad that was so awkward

Handsomethrowrug: sup

[hana-no-seiiki]

Hello! I hope you are doing well, I have an idea, feel free to ignore but I hope you like it.

Yandere Male Deliquent x GN Ex Bully

Like he tried to make them explode and being their “true self”, because in the past, when they were younger, they defend him and he became a delinquent just to see them again.

Sorry if my English is bad.

Bye!

YAN! DELINQUENT OC x GN! EX BULLY! READER

Also your English great anon! Dw about it.

AAAAAAA I’ve meaning to do more Yan! Delinquent recently anon!! You read my mind. For those new to my account. I already have a Yan! Delinquent OC named Mori Ban (see tag: hns.moriban) who was the first to really blow up from my yan! ocs. I always loved this trope with yan stories hhh

tw/cw: DDNE, mention extreme bullying, assault, and harassment. (brought out my trauma for this one). i imagine reader to be amab/masc for this one but there are no explicits allusions to that.

Uttering the name [L/N] [Y/N] was enough to strike fear in the hearts of men. Literally and figuratively speaking, your voice was enough to make even the highest of authorities piss their pants. Not only were you capable of destroying a person’s physical body with your very own hands, you were able to dismantle everything from their relationships and reputation to their financial situations in life.

People predicted you to grow up and become an even more menacing, ruthless person. You had the potential, and with the way you were it was simply the natural trajectory.

But like you always did, you broke everyone’s expectations.

You were like the delinquent version Serena Van Der Woodsen. Mindlessly strutting in as if you hadn’t put several companies to bankruptcy because the owner’s kid looked at you the wrong way. Nonchalantly eating your lunch in the same vicinity of your old victims as if you hadn’t shoved their face into the toilet as a way to pass time. Cheerfully waving at the student council president as if you hadn’t constantly blackmailed and assaulted them for several years just so they’d do your homework and projects. No one was safe from you. You had no code. As long as you felt like it, any life could be destroyed.

Standing opposite to your current path was Mori.

He used to be the punching bag of your lesser goons. Known for being weak and poor, only good for his academic excellence.

He grew up to be almost as fearsome than you. Where-areas you were coldblooded, revelling in the pain you brought upon others. He was a lot more morally guided. Sure, his enemies often suffered worse fates physically, but he wasn’t like you in the way he picked his battles. He only brought hell to those that deserved it. Those that hurt other people first.

And then there was the way he treated you.

You technically belonged to the category he dealt with. You ruined dozens, maybe even hundreds or thousands of lives in a whim. You were the devil in a pretty suit of skin. Despite your lack of hostility nowadays, you never apologised or took accountability, never attempted to atone for your mistakes. The only reason why others haven’t confronted you about it was because of fear. They didn’t want to potentially anger you and set off a bomb.

But Mori? Mori could handle you.

After all, he dedicated his whole life to being your equal; serving you, aiding you.

In fact, he was just so disappointed to see you this way. All disgustingly docile and horridly disciplined. What kind of monster tamed you to be like this? Mori chuckled at the thought. No one but him can match you. You must have started behaving yourself for the sake of appearance. All of this was just a façade. If you had truly changed you would have begged for forgiveness to those you’ve wronged. If you had become a better person then you wouldn’t be discreetly glaring at him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

If someone had truly taught you to be a goody-two-shoes he would have killed them ages ago.

“Hey, [N/N]. Sweetheart. How ya doin?” Mori leaned forward. He grew to be quite a ways taller than you and had to lean over to meet you face to face. Much to your chagrin.

“Fine. It’s so nice of you to ask Ban. If you’ll excuse me.” You adeptly moved to the side. You had dealt with this man-child several times throughout the semester already and knew to just avoid him at all costs lest you lose braincells and precious energy talking to him.

However, you could only take two steps before his hands grappled unto your wrist.

“Woah woah woah there. We’re not done yet.”

You don’t look back, and firmly yet calmly stated, “Yes, we are.”

“It’s a little late but we have yet to give you a homecoming party. That wouldn’t be fair for the great [Y/N].”

You turned back. Eyes wide, not of surprise or anger, but from sheer awe of this man’s audacity.

“I know what you want, and you’re not getting it from me right now.” You scowled at his beautiful pink eyes and effortlessly yanked your arm away from him. You didn’t know it yet back then,

but you had already lit the match.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

The Marauders Personalities in my version:

James: Sunshine type, a gentleman and the boys's mum but also very chaotic. He has ADHD so he doesn't stop moving or talking and if he is quiet one day, you need to worry. Neurodivergent beauty. The epiphany of extroversion. He is the show chown of the group, purposely making silly jokes and being goofy to make everyone laugh. Excellent at making friends. Good shoulder to cry on because he is super optimistic. He is an idealist and a romantic, most times on the clouds. He is very cocky but also has his insecurities. He is the type of person that has the spotlight everywhere he goes, he doesn't go unnoticed. People either love him or hate him. There is no in between.

Sirius: Grew up to be cocky and arrogant because his family made him that way. He is reckless but not all the time. Only when his emotions take rein. Extrovert but he doesn't speak as much. Especially if he doesn't like you. He can be very mean when he wants. He is the type of person that prefers to hurt than to be hurt. He hides a lot. There is a vulnerable side of him he doesn't show. He craves love and affection. He loves deeply and hard, or he doesn't love at all. It brings him joy to be the center of attention. (Especially when it is James doing it). He falls in love fast when people make him feel special. But he doesn't admit he is a romantic. He pretends to be a realist. Very insecure person that hides beneath a cocky good-looking guy. Feminine side that is hidden or unknown while he is in school, but as he grows older and stars accepting his queer self, he embraces that side of him.

Remus: A realist who has his feet stuck to the ground. He believes things are as they are and that's about it. Nothing to change. Introvert who appears to be shy to everyone but in reality is a little devil. Only the people who know him well had seen his true self. When someone he doesn't know well speaks to him, he is shy and gentle, he even blushes. But when he starts trusting and getting closer to someone, he would unleash his chaotic side: sarcasm is his middle name, swears like a sailor, mocks you about every single detail, knows things about taboo topics that would blow people's mind. He is not that experienced but he bad seen things or read things that would surprise people. He is very patient, especially with his boys (he loves them very dearly). He is not annoyed or stressed by them in any means. He feels grateful to be at Hogwarts and have friends like his and he does everything to cherish them. He is an adorable nerd who loves to read and uses large sweaters but also a bad boy who smokes, drinks and swears. Everytime he opens himself more to the ones around him, they like him even more. He is like a box full of surprises.

Peter: Different to common belief, he is not shy. He is an introvert but he definitely speaks more than Remus. Even though he is more shy and awkward around those who aren't his friends. Whereas with The Marauders he is the one the speaks the most, after James of course. He is genuinely funny. In an innocent way. He would just say something interesting and the boys would find it adorable or laugh at his silliness. He is treated like the baby of the group because he is the youngest. Sometimes Peter likes this affection, sometimes he wants to be taken seriously. And he is the one who loses his shit more than others. He is the one that yells and puts his friends in their places when they are being little shits. He rolls his eyes a lot. He shows his middle finger a lot. Like a younger brother, he tends to copy a lot of attitudes from James and sometimes Sirius. Like how to flirt with girls or sound confident. But he is the most insecure of the four. He doesn't think himself enough or very important. That is why he is not very good with girls or relationships. He wants that happily ever after with a girl even though he is also a horny little bastard. He sometimes thinks he is not loved which is bullshit because the boys love him a lot. He knows this. And he loves them back. He just wishes he would be different, someone else, more cool. People genuinely like him, it is just that his insecurity plays awful tricks on his brain sometimes.

Their dynamic: James is the chaotic hyperactive leader, Sirius is the reckless princess in distress, Remus is the nerd with a dubious past and a mind of a criminal, and Peter is the funny baby who tries not to be adorable but fails.

[cloudcountry]

music notes of the heart

Genre/Tropes: Study dates but its unestablished relationship? Floyd is flirting with you LMAO + Slow Dancing!!

Summary: Your tutor for musicology may not be other people's first choice, but he's yours.

Author's Comments: inspired by this tumblr post!! we truly do need more intelligent floyd content and i've already written for jade's dorky goofy silly side so many times sigh. also seriously, do not ask about the slow dancing merpeople rituals. you can infer. LMAO (@tinyletterz i hope you dont mind me tagging you but i was thinking of you when i wrote this bc yk. Floyd Leech. C:)

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You set your books down on the table tucked in the corner of the library and sit down, shifting anxiously as you await your tutor. The smell of old papers and the sound of scratching pens from a few bookshelves away does nothing to dispel your nerves. If Ace and Deuce could see just who you’d asked for help, they surely would have yelled at you for hours and wrung out your neck in frustration.

It’s not like anyone else held the same passion for musicology, though. Besides, Floyd Leech wasn’t that bad once you got to know him.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, you think as he waltzes into the library, a lazy smirk on his face and his hands shoved into his pockets. His back is hunched slightly as he looks around the library, eyes scanning over each face with an almost predatory grin. You raise your arms and wave him over, trying not to make much noise to avoid being yelled at by the crabby librarian.

Floyd does not share that sentiment.

“Shrimpy!” he yells (honestly you don’t think he’s capable of yelling any louder) and bounces over to you.

He sweeps you into his arms in the blink of an eye, cackling madly as he nuzzles you. The librarian shoots the two of you a glare, and you shrink into his chest with shame. You’ll have to apologize to him later.

“Were ya trying to hide from me?” he breathes, sharp teeth on display as he grins down at your bundled-up form, “You know I’d sniff you out, right?”

“I wasn’t.” you protest, but it falls on deaf ears and Floyd squeezes you closer. His nose brushes against your cheek and he borderline snuggles you and you’re glad you’ve picked a table in the corner because if you were any closer to the center everyone would be staring.

“Alright Shrimpy,” he murmurs, setting you down in your chair with two quick taps on your head, “Ya said you needed my help with musicology?”

“I didn’t know who else to ask.” you say, sliding your textbook over to him with a furrowed brow, “You’re the best in that class and I can’t seem to grasp any of it.”

Floyd sits down next to you and leans in close, so close that you can smell the cologne on his clothing. You let him read through the notes you made on the sheet of lined paper you used to mark your page, gnawing at your lower lip self-consciously. You know you aren’t the best at this subject but it’s Floyd’s best, and you don’t want him to think you’re stupid.

He seems to be able to read minds because Floyd looks over at you with a pout.

“Shrimpy, I’d tell ya if you were stupid. So quit worrying.” Floyd scolds, snatching your hand up and squeezing it as he intertwines your fingers, “The fun thing about musicology is that you can analyze and learn from any angle ya want!”

“Freer subjects are harder to work with, though.” you confess, “I’m not sure how to go about...figuring something out when it doesn’t have structure.”

Floyd sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry as if to say “Boo, Shrimpy. Now you do sound stupid.” You can almost hear his voice.

“Just pick something and we can start from there. What kind of music do ya like?” he bumps you with his shoulder, a huge grin on his face, “Ya gotta have something.”

You answer him, and he makes an “ah-ha!” noise. He mumbles a page number and flicks through the textbook before coming to a stop at a chapter that goes into that exact type of music. There are music scores printed on the right page and some kind of tree diagram on the left one. You stare at the words incredulously, already lost.

“Come on now, Shrimpy. Work that tiny little brain of yours.” Floyd teases, jabbing your temple with a giggle, “I know you can do it.”

You swat his hand away and wiggle your hand out of his hold, feeling a foreign heat creep up on your cheeks. Floyd giggles again as if he knows, and leans in even closer to you.

“Hey Shrimpy.” he whispers, eyes gleaming in the corner of your vision, “I changed my mind, let’s ditch the reading. I’m getting bored. What are ya gonna do about that, huh?”

You’re not sure you can do anything honestly, but you expected him to leave pretty early on in your study session anyway. It’s a miracle you got him to agree in the first place.

“Oh, you can leave.” you offer him a quick smile and turn back to your textbook, pouring over the words, “I didn’t expect you to stay the whole time- Woah!”

You’re swept out of your chair but the second time that day, and your body thumps against Floyd’s. He stares at you with a cheerful grin as he takes your hands and places them on his arms. You jump a bit when his lanky arms wrap around your waist, but when he starts swaying slowly you get the idea.

“Let’s try something else, yeah?” he snickers, “Can you tell me why people slow dance?”

“Um...to feel emotional closeness?” you say, eyes glued to his rumpled purple shirt so you don’t have to look him in the eye.

“Bingo.” he chuckles, “Merpeople also have dances like this.”

You’re tempted to ask what those dances are for, but you don’t. Floyd sweeps you around and your feet lift off the floor for a second, but you don’t feel like you’re going to fall. Floyd squeezes you a bit tighter as he guides you, somehow avoiding any tables and chairs and bookcases with master precision.

“I didn’t know you could slow dance.” you whisper, “I thought you were more of a fast paced dancer.”

“Meh. Normally.” he shrugs, “But I like dancing like this with ya. It’s fun.”

Your heart flutters.

“Can ya tell me anything else about it?” he hums, lifting his arm and spinning you around. Your breath catches in your throat as he dips you, the arm carefully holding up your waist your only support.

“Um...” you stumble over your words, grasping for any thoughts as you stare into his eyes, “Uh, it’s- um, slow dancing brings people physically closer too? Because you can feel their movement and everything-”

“Good little Shrimpy.” he giggles, hoisting you back up and resuming his more soothing swaying, “See? You’re doing good. I told ya you’d figure it out.”

Did he? You don’t even remember.

“I think I need more instruction.” you mumble, eyes darting away once again.

Floyd laughs loudly at that, but this time you don’t care when the librarian shushes you.

[crazyrav3n]

The devils Mark - Chapter 5 (Peter Steele x reader)

THE BIG REVEAL WHOOP WHOOP

it makes me so happy to see that people actually are enjoying my writing you guys don't know how much I just wanna stalk ur profiles and kick my feet giggling. PLEASE PLEAAASEE PLEASE interact with my works.

Anyway- heres a new chapter! erotica with the big big man coming soonnnnn!

“The show is finished- are… are you alright baby?” Peter mumbles softly as you wake up, nodding your head softly in response. You feel quite sick.

“Let me go start the car. You can return to my place tonight- I don't think you should be alone. Someone roofied you- or something.” Peter mumbled quietly, setting you down on the couch slowly and softly as you heard the door click.

It's hard to not fall asleep as he goes and starts the car- so you sleep for a few minutes before the next time you open your eyes…

He's got his arm behind your back, and his other arm holding your legs up as he carries you quietly out to the car.

“You're okay.” he softly mumbles to you as you feel his thumb rub circles into your back softly.

You can’t muster out more than some groans of pain- feeling sick and extremely tired.

Consciousness slips in and out of your grip, and you feel like you're losing your mind from the lack of sleep.

All you see when you wake up for those few minutes and seconds- is the soft lights of traffic as Peter drives home, the light dim in the car, and no more noise besides the soft clicking in the car.

“Sleepy, huh?” you feel Peter's soft hand run through the strands of your hair.

He chuckles softly as you slip out of consciousness again.

You drift in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of movement and muffled voices. When you finally come to full awareness, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you realize you're lying on a comfortable bed, wrapped in a soft blanket.

A cool, damp cloth rests on your forehead, and you notice you're wearing an oversized sweater that isn't yours. The scent is familiar - it's Peter's.

As if on cue, Peter appears in the doorway, holding a glass of water. His face shows a mix of relief and concern when he sees you're awake.

"Hey," he says softly, approaching the bed. "How are you feeling?"

You try to sit up, feeling a bit dizzy but much better than before. "I'm... okay, I think. What happened?"

Peter sits on the edge of the bed, offering you the water. "You got pretty sick at the concert. I couldn't just leave you, so I brought you back to my place to keep an eye on you. I hope that's alright baby.“

You take a sip of water, noticing how Peter's eyes never leave your face. "Thank you," you murmur.

There's a moment of silence, heavy with unspoken words. You're both acutely aware of the kiss before the concert, the tension of the past few days, and now this unexpectedly intimate situation.

Peter clears his throat. "Listen, about what happened before the show..."

You hold your breath, waiting for him to continue. The air feels charged with possibility.

“I'm sorry for blowing up on you- I was just… Jealous. I wanted you to know- whenever you are around I can't speak.”

Peter takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I want to apologize," he begins, his voice soft but sincere. "I completely overreacted at the party and then again with Kenny at the concert. I had no right to get jealous or upset darling.“

“I just-…”

He mumbles, filling the room with silence for a few moments as you two stare at each other, communicating everything without words.

“you- you should know that I like you y/n. I-… I want you all to myself. I realize I can't see you with anyone else after the concert. Let me treat you right.” Peter muttered quietly to you.

He crept closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and hurrying back to put his hand atop yours.

“I have-I have more to tell you as well. I don't know any easy way to say this.” Peter mumbled quietly, looking away from you.

"There's... something else I need to tell you," Peter says, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not easy to say, and it might be hard to believe."

You lean in, curious and a little concerned. "What is it, Peter? You can tell me anything."

He takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity you've never seen before.

“Have you seen- my canines when I talk? How…Um… pale I am?” Peter's voice was a little on edge as he spoke.

“Y…Yeah?” You muttered in response. There was no denying you had noticed it quite a bit.

“So- a while ago… maybe… I was around… 15 or 16… and I got attacked- not by… something human.” Peter trailed off, and you felt like you knew where this was leading.

“A…what you would call- someone who…feeds off of blood. Specifically… Human.” everything began to make… sense. The possessiveness- the way he lingered his eyes over any slight glance of blood on you… the paleness…

“I got infected. You may not believe me and all but… I'm what you would call… ”A vampire“ in fiction.”

“This is- a lot to take in… peter,” you mumbled softly- your voice still slightly raspy from getting sick.

“I know- I just… Since I like you- and I want to continue something… I think you should know. I promise to be completely honest with you from now on.” Peter mumbled back quietly, putting his hand on top of yours.

“I have so many questions-” you mumbled quietly to him.

“Ask away sweetheart.” Peter lightheartedly chuckled.

You and Peter talk for a while- asking questions time and time after… trying to comprehend the information he just dumped on you.

“I've been without- well… My food- your blood for days. It's kind of a pain in my ass.” Peter grumbled softly.“ Your mind began to wander- what if… did you offer some out to him? Could it help?

As you slowly swallowed the large pill of information… the more you began to overthink. How were you going to cope with the fact the man you loved… was a monster? Feeding off of other people, harming other people for his benefit?

[writingwhimsey]

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Tough Negotiations

“My lord, Nobunaga has taken to the battlefield himself!” My subordinate declared, running into the basecamp.

A grin lit my face as I rose. “Finally.” I said. “It is time I go and challenge this man and show him that we will not be conquered.”

“Your horse is ready, my lord.” My subordinate informed me.

I left the command tent and hopped on my horse, drawing my sword as I rode into battle, leading a fresh group of calvary and foot soldiers. Everyone underestimated me and my clan, but I would show them. I would show anyone who would challenge me. Even the great Nobunaga Oda himself.

As I entered the field, I saw Nobunaga on his horse not far away, getting ready to cut down my right hand man, who had been leading a group of our soldiers. I wasn’t about to lose him, so I raced forward and blocked Nobunaga’s sword with my own. 

“Sorry, I still find him useful.” I said. “Your opponent is me.”

Nobunaga grinned at me over our locked blades. “I see the rumors are true.”

I didn’t take my eyes off of Nobunaga’s as our blades remained locked. “Get out of here before I change my mind about saving your sorry ass.”

“Yes, my lord.” My right hand replied after a moment of stunned silence.

“And what rumors do you speak of? The ones of my brilliance? My fierceness? My cunning? Or my beauty?”

Nobunaga chuckled as we broke apart. ‘All of them.” He answered, raising his sword to strike again.

I blocked the blow, a cool smile on my own face. “I do aim to live up to my reputation.” I replied. “Though I must admit, you are not what I expected.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Nobunaga asked, as we continued to fight. Our blades meeting, sparking, and breaking apart.

“Hmm…I was expecting a bit more of a challenge from the infamous devil king.” I replied, smirking. “I’m barely even breaking a sweat here…don’t tell me you’re going easy on me just because I am a woman?”

“I would never.” Nobunaga replied. “I underestimate no one. Why else would I… come out here myself?”

“You do have…a point.” I replied.

We exchanged blows and barbs over and over again. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as we fought, the tension in the air palpable…and I must admit the thought of how handsome Nobunaga was flitted through my mind. Though I quickly shook that thought away. Perhaps when I defeat him, I should make him MY concubine? I thought with a laugh.

“You find our…battle amusing?” Nobunaga asked me, breathless as our blades broke apart once again.

“Just a thought.” I replied, a secretive grin on my face.

We continued our dance, neither of us gaining ground over the other. Soon a smoke screen was thrown just before nightfall, both of us having subordinates come to lead us away. It appeared our battle would last another day.

After meeting with my troops, I returned to my tent washing my face in a water basin and changing into night robes. I took my long hair down, letting it be loose and sighed as I settled in to do some late night strategizing.

It wasn’t long before there was a commotion outside, I grabbed my sword and rushed out into the night. “What is going on?”

“I have come to bring an end to our battle.”

I was surprised to hear the deep voice I had been engaged in battle with what only felt like moments before. I looked around and saw that Nobunaga was alone…and wasn;t wearing any armor. Though he surprisingly held something in his hands. 

He wore a smug smile as he looked at me, one arm holding the box-like object and the other up almost as if in surrender. I held the tip of my sword beneath his chin. “How do you plan to do that unarmed?”

Nobunaga only smirked. “With this.” He declared holding up the object in his arm. 

I gestured for one of my subordinates to take the object and check it over. “It’s…a goban.”

I couldn’t help myself but to laugh. “You wish to settle our battle with a game of Go?”

“Yes.” He answered. “Our forces are clearly evenly matched and even in single combat you and I are evenly matched. It seems a waste of resources to continue whittling each other down.”

I couldn’t help but to smile. “I hope you know, I am undefeated in Go.”

“As am I.” Nobunaga replied.

I withdrew my sword. “Fine, let us go then.” I said, as I sheathed my blade. I gestured for my men to make sure Nobunaga carried no concealed weapons before I took the Goban and turned. “This way,” I told him, heading towards my tent.

Nobunaga silently followed me. My closest soldiers started to follow as well. “No, you all stay out.” I ordered. “I don’t want my victory questioned.”

“Y-yes…my lord.”

Nobunaga chuckled. “You sound sure of yourself.”

“As you must be, to have come here to challenge me directly like this.” I replied as we entered my tent.

“Where shall we set up?” Nobunaga asked.

“Here.” I replied, gesturing to the center of my tent. He setup the goban as I pulled out a couple of cushions and we were soon sitting opposite each other, the goban between us.

“I look forward to finding out if you are as skilled at Go as you are on the field.” Nobunaga said, giving me a cocky grin.

“How else do you think I became so good at strategy?” I replied.

Long calloused fingers reached into the bowl and pulled out a smooth black stone. Carnelian eyes looked sharply at the board before thoughtfully placing the stone with a soft clack, beginning our game.

I took note of Nobunaga’s first move and thought for a moment as I picked up a smooth white stone before placing it on the board.

“That is an unconventional first move.” Nobunaga noted.

“I am an unconventional opponent.” I replied with a smile. “Or have you not learned that by now?”

Nobunaga smirked as he made his next move. “Oh, I have indeed noticed. Your battle strategies have kept me on my toes in a way I have not experienced in a long time.”

“Oh? Little old me places a challenge to the famed devil king? I am honored.”

“As you should be.” Nobunaga replied. “I do not give out praise so lightly.”

We continued our game, the stones clacking on the board and continued to speak. Conversation flowed easily between us as we continued the game, each of us working our strategies. Our game ran for hours and ended in a tie.

“It appears this won’t end as quickly as I thought.” Nobunaga said, an amused smile on his face.

“We’re going to have to play another round if we are gonna end this battle with this game.” I replied, already moving to clear the board.

“I can go all night if need be.” Nobunaga replied, a smirk on his lips.

It did not escape my notice the way his carnelian eyes sparkled with mischief as he said that very thinly veiled double entendre. I returned his smirk with one of my own. “I hope you can live up to that.”

We began our next time, each of us silent as we worked our strategies. We had another two games end in a tie. It was after the third game Nobunaga spoke. 

“What is it about my rule you object to?” He asked me. “You haven't allied with any of my enemies…you haven’t seemed to form many alliances.”

“It is not that I really object to your rule in particular…I just object to a man telling me how to rule over my lands and my people…especially when my land is peaceful and prosperous.” I answered as I made my next move. “I’ve had offers of an alliance from several other clans… all coming with marriage proposals…and they all want to just add what I have to what they have and reduce me down to something that looks good on their arm.”

“I would never put you under foot like that.” Nobunaga replied. “A fireball like you, doesn’t belong as a jewel in someone else’s crown.”

“I know.” I replied, having a hard time keeping the surprise from my face.

“You know, we are both so well matched, that continuing any battle would be a waste of both our resources.” Nobunaga replied, leaning closer over the board. 

“What are you proposing then?” I asked, unconsciously leaning closer myself.

“We join forces.” Nobunaga answered, his hand coming to cup my cheek. “We form an alliance and you rule at my side in your own right.”

“That…is a thought…” I replied, finding myself getting lost in those carnelian eyes. “That could be…I don’t know…you…might have to persuade me.”

Nobunaga smirked. “I can be…quite persuasive.” He replied before capturing my lips with his.

I found myself responding without even thinking. My lips moved with his and I found myself sliding into his lap, straddling him as his arms came around my waist, calloused hands sliding over my curves through the silk of my night robes.

We broke the kiss after a few moments, our eyes locked. “Are you feeling…persuaded?” He asked.

“I think…I’m getting there…we should definitely open…negotiations.” I answered breathless.

“I have all night.” Nobunaga replied before capturing my lips once again. The next thing I knew we were moving and Nobunaga was over me, his hand sliding inside my disheveled kimono, caressing my thigh.

“Well…I hope you can put your money where your mouth is.”

Nobunaga smirked as he untied my sash. He leaned down and began to kiss over my bare flesh. I let out a gasp when his lips closed around a nipple, his tongue swirling over the hardening peak. His hands continued to move over my body as his lips lavished my breasts in affection.

I found myself reaching to undo the ties of his clothes and sliding them off his shoulders, baring his body. He pulled back to look at me eyes burning with a passion. “You look stunning.” He told me as he leaned down to kiss down the front of my body.

I could feel my body tremble with each touch of his lips. The shockwaves of pleasure increased once he reached the apex of my thighs. His tongue slid past his lips and licked a strip up my slit before swirling around my sensitive bud.

“Haa…” I moaned as the shockwaves of pleasure came washed over me from Nobunaga’s skillful ministrations. My hips bucked of their own accord as my fingers wound their way into his hair. 

I felt Nobunaga’s lips quirk up into a smirk against me as he continued to pleasure me. I was sent over the edge when I felt him slip two fingers inside me, curling them at just the right angle, causing a powerful orgasm to wash over me.

Nobunaga continued his ministrations to draw out my pleasure. Then he withdrew to look at me, a cocky grin on his face. “Have my lips persuaded you yet?” He asked.

I returned his smirk with one of my own. “They…make a powerful argument.” I answered. “But… I think the rest of you should get in on the persuading.”

Nobunaga chuckled as he came over me, positioning himself between my open legs. “I am prepared to spend all night negotiating this alliance.” He replied, slipping himself inside and filling me in a way I had never experienced before. 

We kept our negotiations going all night, Nobunaga bringing me pleasure as I had never experienced before.

[deathbyclown]

Buggy's Performance Pairing: Buggy x Mihawk Rating: Explicit Words: 2300

Summary: Buggy forgot his date with Mihawk and now he's expected to perform.

Warnings: Dubious Consent (Mihawk uses Buggy's lower half while he's entertaining his followers as a punishment). Exhibitionism. Misuse of Buggy's devil fruit ability.

AO3 Link 

(inspired by this Shuggy art on Twitter)

Sometimes when Buggy felt tired while performing all day, he liked to split himself and leave his bottom half on one of the cushy couches while his top half continued to entertain his followers. This evening was no different; It was getting late, nearing midnight, the crowd of his subordinates were drunk, high, and very rowdy. At this point Buggy was just leaning over his banister, chatting and joking with his followers below. He was in the middle of a joke when he felt a hand on his leg. He twitched, and turned his head to see who the hell was touching him.

The blood drained from his face as he saw Mihawk sitting next to his lower half, his hand trailing up Buggy’s leg. He forgot their date. Shit. Shit shit shit. Buggy even made a big show of saying he was going to blow Mihawk’s mind, that he’d give Mihawk an amazing performance. 

But then as he was getting ready he started drinking, and some of his followers stopped by, and he started telling some of his stories and one thing led to another and he was performing in front of his adoring fans and his evening with Mihawk slipped his mind. 

Now Mihawk was here, however many hours after Buggy was supposed to meet him. He didn’t look angry, but his fingers slowly tracing up along Buggy’s thigh put him on high alert. It felt nice, and Buggy knew it was too good for him to have deserved it. 

Buggy floated into the intimate space of his balcony room but Mihawk put up his hand, making Buggy pause at the archway. 

“Continue your performance, no need to stop on my account. It’s obviously very important.” Mihawk said, his voice deadly calm. 

Goosebumps rose over Buggy’s skin, he knew he fucked up bad, and something was about to happen, but he had no idea what. 

“Hawky, baby!” Buggy started but Mihawk fixed him with a cold look as he shook his head. Buggy snapped his mouth shut, internally freaking out, trying to think of someway to make this right. 

“Go on. Perform, clown. You have an audience waiting for you. Or, will you leave them hanging as you did with me?” 

“N-no! Hawk-” Buggy stammered desperately, but was interrupted by Mihawk once again. 

“Go.” He said so firmly that Buggy immediately turned around and returned to the balcony. 

Oh this was bad. Mihawk wasn’t even letting him get a word in. Normally Mihawk would let him say his piece, let him ramble, and usually he found it so endearing that he would forgive Buggy. But this? Mihawk was pissed, and Buggy was about to be punished. No amount of cute jokes or batting his eyelashes would smooth this over. 

Buggy returned to his audience, who cheered at his re-appearance, already offering up more drinks and clamoring for his attention. Buggy tried to continue entertaining the crowd but he was distracted, trying to pay attention to Mihawk, only half listening to what his followers said, taking sips from drinks he couldn’t taste, telling jokes but not properly finishing the punchlines. 

But Mihawk had yet to do anything, had yet to punish him. Just kept stroking his thighs, his attention rapt on Buggy. Maybe he really just wanted to watch Buggy? Perhaps he wasn’t as mad as Buggy thought? 

Buggy let his guard down, getting absorbed in the attention from his adoring subordinates. He got lost in the cheers and laughter, doing his favorite bits, moving into crowdwork, listening to personal anecdotes from his followers before jabbing and teasing, the whole room roaring with laughter. 

Buggy was obnoxiously laughing at his own joke when he stopped short as he felt Mihawk lift his lower half and undo his pants. He froze, mouth open ready to speak but no sound came out, the whole room suddenly very loud. He peeked behind him and watched Mihawk strip his lower half naked. Mihawk looked up at him, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

He raised his eyebrow as if in challenge as he pulled Buggy’s lower half onto his lap. Buggy got the message loud and clear. He promised Mihawk a performance, and he was expected to follow through. 

Buggy swallowed hard and returned to his audience, forcing a smile on his face as he felt Mihawk’s hands on his bare skin. 

He tried to act normal, telling a rambling joke that he knew by heart. Mihawk ‘s calloused fingers cupped Buggy’s flaccid cock, lightly squeezing his balls, just on the side of unpleasant before dipping underneath him, a fingertip brushing over his rim. He was proud of himself for not stuttering despite the fact that his lower half was being MOLESTED by his hot angry boyfriend. He did however make a weird high pitched sound when he felt something wet and cold slip between his ass cheeks. The crowd laughed, thinking it was part of the bit, but he was struggling to keep his voice level as he felt Mihawk rub cool slick lube over his rim, the temperature warming soon enough from his body heat. 

Buggy stopped mid sentence, his mouth dropped open and his hands gripped the banister as Mihawk pushed a finger into him. He wanted to be in there with Mihawk, kissing him and teasing him, running his hands over his chest, tracing the angles of his face, making his cheeks pink with flashy compliments. Buggy turned his head, hoping that he’d been through enough punishment. He got the idea! He shouldn’t have left Mihawk hanging!! He tried to subtly come back into the room, but Mihawk fixed him with a glare that told him not to try it. 

Buggy returned to the balcony, asking his followers to share their most embarrassing stories, anything to keep himself from having to talk. He gasped as Mihawk pushed two fingers into him but for the most part he did his best to keep his face under control. He tried to listen as one of his followers had the stage. He would be expected to respond and comment. 

He bit the inside of his lip trying not to whine aloud. Mihawk tried to push a third finger into him but it was too dry. He pulled his fingers out and Buggy let out a little sigh of relief. Mihawk pushed the tip of the lube into him and squeezed, the cold slick gush made his insides clench. Buggy shrieked and as all the heads turned to him he turned it into a laugh, pointing at a random follower and telling them it was their turn to talk. He was starting to sweat, his armpits damp, his forehead sticky. Mihawk easily pushed three fingers into him and he couldn’t hear a single word being said. Only the blood rushing in his ears. It felt so good, his fingers stretching him, making him ache, making him so aware of being penetrated. If Mihawk used his other hand to stroke his cock, he could cum like this. And that made him want it so badly, he wanted to feel his calloused hands on him. 

Mihawk pulled out his fingers and in an instant his dick was pressing against Buggy’s rim, his soft head easily breaching him. 

Buggy grit his teeth, trying to keep a straight face as Mihawk sank into him. His hands gripped the banister hard enough that he could feel it creak under him. He suppressed the moan bubbling in his throat, swallowing hard, his eyelids falling shut for just a moment as Mihawk bottomed out. 

So good. He always felt good. And, again, Buggy felt regret for not showing up to their date tonight. He could be in there right now, controlling the pace, touching his dick and riding Mihawk, running his fingers through Mihawk’s soft dark hair. But now he was nothing more than a sex toy. 

Buggy’s face flushed at the thought, his dick twitching and he realized he might be kinda into being used by Mihawk like this. Or maybe it was the audience watching him get fucked while having absolutely no clue. Whatever it was, his skin felt like it was sparking, his whole body was electric. There was no way he could form any coherent thoughts, let alone speak to his audience. He was doing everything in his power not to make any noise, but he had no doubt he was making faces. There was no way to control that anymore, not with Mihawk so deep inside of him. He was notoriously expressive! Thankfully, only a handful of people gave him confused, concerned looks. Everyone else seemed to be chatting amongst themselves as Buggy pretended to listen. But even pretending was becoming hard to to do. 

Mihawk gave him a small reprieve when he bottomed out, but after a few slow thrusts he gripped Buggy’s hips hard enough to bruise and quickly brought Buggy’s ass up and down on his cock. Mihawk maneuvered him like he weighed nothing, like he was just a fleshlight, Buggy’s hole nothing more than something to get Mihawk off. 

Buggy let out a quiet groan, biting his bottom lip as soon as the sound escaped. Ok yeah, he was definitely getting off on being used. He could feel his cock dribbling precum as it bobbed, bouncing as Mihawk brought him down faster and faster on his cock, his hips slapping into Buggy’s ass. He wanted to hold onto Mihawk, wanted to beg him. He needed to be touched, needed to have his dick stroked, needed the angle of his thrusts to move just slightly in. But he was in an agonizing limbo, the pleasure plateauing, where it felt good but there was no way he could cum like this. He felt frustrated, and he was sure it was clearly showing on his face. But he couldn’t be bothered with that right now. He needed more but it’s not like he could ask for it! He just had to take what Mihawk gave him. 

Buggy hung over the banister of the balcony, panting, his eyes unfocused and hazy. Was Mihawk just going to fuck his ass and then leave? Is that what his punishment was? This was so unfair! 

Buggy moaned loudly and immediately clamped a gloved hand over his mouth, his face burning with embarrassment as many heads turned to look up at him. Mihawk pulled his knees up and the change in angle had his dick rubbing inside of him just right, brushing over his prostate. Oh Buggy could cum like this. 

Buggy swallowed hard and stuttered out an excuse that he was bored, trying to mimic the previous moan, accidentally letting out another real one. A few of his followers stepped up and offered to entertain him. He accepted with a sigh of relief, all eyes turning to the newest distraction. 

Mihawk pounded into him, heat curling and building inside of him. Buggy swore under his breath, pressing his forehead to the banister, his eyes rolling back. He was undoubtedly making a spectacle of himself, drawing attention, but it was this or moaning out loud again. Buggy’s whole body trembled, struggling against the sounds threatening to fall from his lips, the pleasure so intense he could cry.

Buggy bit into his gloved fist, groaning as he came, his cock twitching as he spilled, totally untouched. Well, that was a first.

He panted into his hand, covering his mouth to suppress the whine being forced out of him. Mihawk didn’t let up, still fucking him relentlessly, hitting his prostate, and Buggy squirmed in discomfort. His cock ached, staying hard despite cumming. 

“Chairman, are you alright?” 

Buggy’s head shot up, no doubt looking crazed, staring into a sea of concerned faces. 

“Y-yeah!” Buggy’s voice sounded unnaturally high and strained. He had to bow out before he really humiliated himself. 

“Just- ah! Partying too hard! I’ll-” Buggy groaned and grit his teeth. Mihawk was going to push him to another orgasm and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it. 

“I’ll leave the rest to you! G’night!” Buggy rushed out, slinking away as fast as he could flopping onto the floor of the private space. He looked up at Mihawk with tears in his eyes. 

“P-please, no more, I can’t do it anymore.” 

Mihawk just huffed, not changing his pace. Buggy dropped his forehead to the floor with a thump, moaning aloud now that he didn’t have an audience. Mihawk was going to be the death of him. Stupid sexy vampire. 

Buggy clawed at the floor, his body twisting, his dick weakly twitching as he came again. He moaned pitifully into the floorboards, his whole body shivering, letting out a whimper as he felt Mihawk cum inside of him. 

He laid there panting as Mihawk pulled out of him, a gush of fluids coming out, dripping onto Mihawk’s lap. Mihawk moved Buggy’s legs off to the side and stood. Buggy couldn’t be bothered to look up. He relied on touch and sound alone. The room stayed quiet so he had to assume Mihawk left or was watching him struggle. Buggy felt arms around his torso and he was lifted off the ground. He looked up at Mihawk who cradled him in his arm. He brought him to the couch and he ran a thumb over Buggy’s stubbled chin. 

“That was quite the performance. You did a good job. I’m impressed.” Mihawk said softly, tracing his jawline. Buggy sighed, satisfied, his eyes slipping closed as he pressed his face into Mihawk’s touch. Mihawk suddenly gripped his chin and Buggy’s eyes shot open to look at Mihawk, whose golden eyes bored into him. 

“But if you ever abandon me again we’re done. You understand me?” 

Buggy’s whole body broke out into goosebumps and he nodded stiltedly, his mouth agape. 

“I’m sorry, Hawks. I won’t do it again.” Buggy promised, launching himself at Mihawk, holding him tightly. 

Mihawk relaxed into the hug and wrapped his arms around Buggy in return. 

“Let’s go back to your room. Let me clean you up.” He murmured into Buggy’s ear, scooping him up. 

“Yes please.” Buggy pressed a kiss to his cheek and let himself be carried. Like hell if he was ever going to to make another promise to Dracule Mihawk.

[wawrthur]

“Ah, f-ffuck, Eddie,” Steve’s eyes shut tightly and he felt a tear overspill and trail down his cheek. He contemplated holding it in but in the end a sob made it through, and Eddie’s concerned face appeared from between his legs.

“Are you okay?”

Steve reached down to stroke Eddie’s brow in reassurance. “Yeah, I’m just – I’m feeling a lot at the moment.”

Eddie’s eyes gleamed tender with trust and love. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Steve smiled, and drew in a stuttering breath. “If you don’t mind my crying noises while you are going down on me, you can continue.”

“Only if you’re crying in the weeping statue of Mary way,” Eddie grinned.

“Huh?”

“Head so good you’re seeing god,” Eddie winked at him and Steve huffed a laugh.

“I thought you were an atheist.”

“Well, by technical terms, that would be a Satanist,” Eddie corrected. “I believe in bodily autonomy, equal rights, freedom of choice and I listen to metal.”

“You forgot performing Satanic rituals in your basement every weekend,” Steve smiled.

“Ah, yes, my DnD group. Hell yeah, roll a twenty and there you go, gotta blow the devil.”

“Is that how you got so good at this?” Steve teased.

“Oh, you have no idea, big boy,” Eddie got a cheeky glint in his eye, wrapping his arms around Steve’s thighs and licking his lips. “Call you Holy Mary cause you’re about to weep, it will feel so good.”

“Is that a promis – ah!” Steve threw his head back as Eddie disappeared between his thighs once again, working his tongue in a way that made Steve’s whole body tremble. He regretted not having a headboard to lean against, kneeling in the middle of the bed with Eddie sprawled underneath.

Steve reached down to cover Eddie’s hands with his own, gripping hard as his breath quickened, matching the speed of him rocking his hips, and once again he felt the prickling in his eyes because it felt so good, and Eddie was so gentle, and hot, and Steve loved him so fucking much, and –

Another sob rippled through his chest but this time, he didn’t even consider holding it back. Steve’s chest heaved, tears streaming down his cheeks as he got closer and closer, and it felt so good to let go, so fucking good to not have to be a big boy and big boys don’t cry and can you please stop it’s so weird; it felt freeing to be this vulnerable with someone, trusting them not to call him weak or pathetic or make fun of him for having emotions.

Steve pressed down and Eddie moaned, squeezing Steve’s thighs in encouragement and drawling a loud “mhmmmm”, mouth too busy to speak.

“Eddie, fuck, Eddie, I’m going to come.” That sounded way more high-pitched and whiny than Steve had intended but it seemingly went straight to Eddie’s dick because he started bucking his hips while sucking Steve off with renewed vigour.

Small, needy noises made their way out of Steve’s mouth as he jerked, once, once more and cried out with his head thrown back, Eddie sucking and licking and touching him all the way through his orgasm.

Steve couldn’t stay upwards a second longer. He fell down next to Eddie, looking up at him when Eddie moved closer. His boyfriend reached out to stroke his cheek.

“Just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross,” Eddie sang softly with a tender smile.

“I’m pretty sure in that case, I’m the one who’s supposed to be going down on you,” Steve responded dreamily, still in a foggy daze.

“There’s still time,” Eddie grinned. “Besides,” he added, “I’m supposed to worship you since you are the holy one.”

“I thought you were a Satanist?” Steve pulled Eddie closer.

“I can make an exception,” Eddie licked his lips. “You are just too delicious not to.”

Steve laughed. “You sound like you’re about to eat me!”

“Just did,” Eddie winked, “But yeah, I could eat you up, Steve Harrington. I’d start with your ass,” Eddie reached down and stressed his point by kneading Steve’s buttcheek.

“You’re so fucking weird, Eddie Munson,” Steve shook his head with a smile.

“Well, haven’t you heard? I’m the freak,” Eddie stuck out his tongue and opened his eyes wide.

“I fucking love you, you freak,” Steve said, catching Eddie’s tongue with his and pulling him into a kiss. Eddie passionately reciprocated. After a few minutes, Steve broke the kiss to Eddie’s audible displeasure. “You are right, I do taste good. Now, how about you?”

“Wanna find out?” Eddie smirked.

“Let’s see how sweet the forbidden fruit really is,” Steve mused, flipping them over and kissing a trail down Eddie’s torso.

“Ooooh, kinky,” Eddie put the tip on his finger in his mouth while holding eye contact with Steve. They both giggled.

“You’re such a freak, Eddie,” Steve said fondly, shaking his head, and closed his mouth on Eddie.

“Y-you, ah, fuck, love it, Harrington,” Eddie threw his head back, his fingers in Steve’s hair, pulling, petting, scratching as Steve moved his head up and down.Steve’s only response was a very, very muffled “I do”.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄! 𝐎𝐂: 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍

Name: Dantalion

Occupation: Owner of Majolish and Chief Editor of "Devil Style"

a/n: i had so much fun coming up with this character, so feel free to come talk to or ask me about him!! i might even feature him more often on my blog from now on (again, i had fun and am low-key in love jshsh)

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The owner of Majolish and chief editor of “Devil Style”, a pride demon of shapeshifter nature. Asmodeus is not only his best customer but also a very good friend, a relationship that has been established through millennia of interactions and shared interests. As such, Asmo receives special treatment in form of deals and early access to new releases he then promotes on his social media. Sitting in on one of their private conversations would open a whole new world of gossip and make one look at a multitude of demons, angels and humans in a completely different light.

Dantalion has had many faces over the course of his long life, able to present himself in the shape of any man, woman or anything that lies within and outside of the spectrum. Still, he doesn’t make this ability widely known, sticking to his “original” appearance and only tweaking aspects that others can also change easily, like hair colour or length. So, he usually presents himself as a tall young man with lightly tanned skin; poised, regal and dressed in a glamorous manner.

His often billowy clothes flutter with every step, as if a light breeze is always blowing to flaunt the pattern of his silk blouse or ruffle through his perfectly maintained hair. Paired with the light reflecting off his complimentary jewellery and the subtle scent of his cologne in the air, Dantalion is sure to capture the attention of everyone when he steps into a room. With an appearance like his, he could certainly model for “Devil Style” and he has done so on occasion.

Speaking of work, the demon is a perfectionist in everything he does. He prides himself in the quality of his products, the aesthetic of his store, his top-notch customer service; he’d be damned if somebody left Majolish unsatisfied. In his eyes, it’s not just shopping, entering his store should feel like entering a world where there’s no need to worry or stress, where you can elevate yourself to the best version of yourself. With this high standard in mind, it’s no surprise that he oversees all aspects of the brand before they’re launched, from goods, advertisement, social media down to the latest issue of the magazine.

His demon form, much like that of the avatar of his sin, resembles that of a human world peacock. But instead of feathered wings, Dantalion parades around an impressive set of tail feathers. Naturally, he takes as much care of them as of the rest of his appearance, if not more, so they shine with every little motion he makes. His feathers tend to be folded into a regal train sweeping behind him, adding a show-stopping layer to his clothes, but he can unfold and open them into a wheel behind him if he feels like it.

Just like in his “normal” form, Dantalion’s demon form gleams from head to toe with accessories. From his horns to his fingers, which are stained the same colour as his claws, he wears the most precious jewels and metals he can find. Although he doesn’t have wings, his demon form clothes are generally backless, showing off his flawless skin and the soft feathers where his skin fades into his colourful tail.

However, there’s another power he conceals even better than his shapeshifting abilities. With just a glance, he can read a person’s mind and influence their thoughts, often by showing them visions. Considering his business, he tends to use those powers to ascertain what his customers are looking for or showing them flattering images of wearing certain clothing if they’re unsure about a purchase. This is equal parts to increase sales and a genuine want for his customers to gain confidence in their appearance, which in return feeds into his demonic nature.

To shield himself and others from reading their minds willy-nilly, Dantalion wears shades most of the time and has an extensive collection of them in all shapes, sizes and colours to always perfectly match his outfit. The demon prefers shades that don’t completely obscure his eyes, because their mesmerising kaleidoscopic heterochromia is just another detail of his which draws people in. Besides that, he also thinks colourful glasses shaped like hearts, clouds, stars and the likes are just more fun.

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[handspunyarns]

You Were Marked: Day Two.

pairing: din djarin x fem!O/C

word count: 3K 

summary: Girls didn’t learn things, but the boys did. 

warnings: Mando'a and English cursing

You Were Marked: Masterlist

<-You Were Marked: Previous Chapter

When Din began to wake the next morning, he hadn’t the faintest clue where he was.  He felt he was floating in a cloud of fragrant herbs and dried flowers.  He could discern light, but it was softly diffused, and it rippled gently.  He took a deep breath through his nostrils, and in the background, he could detect the aroma of frying meat.  He groggily felt beside him and felt only soft fabric and the crackle of dried rushes.  His mind, somewhere in the ether between sleeping and waking asked, Where’s Grogu? He was certain that Grogu should be right beside him, that was where the child was when he laid down, but the slight imprint in the sleeping tick was empty.  Grogu’s missing, said the still-sleepy part of his consciousness, and then his eyes snapped open, and he lurched to his feet, shouting, “Grogu?  Grogu!” 

“He’s right here, Bounty Hunter!  Frith save us!”  Din blinked a couple of times, still trying to acclimate his mind to his surroundings, still groggy.  He turned to the voice to see Marathel standing at the fire, holding a frying pan in one hand and a wooden spatula in the other.  Grogu was on her chest, cozily ensconced in a large wrap that Marathel had tied around herself, eating what appeared to be a cracker.  "I woke up to find this one curled up against me, the cheeky little devil.  And now he’s dropping crumbs down my bodice, thank you very much. Oh, may he eat fruit?” 

Din rattled the helmet on his head, still not quite awake. “What?” 

Marathel tilted her head with a smirk.  “Bounty Hunters are not morning people?”  Din grunted in response as he tried to shake off the dark curtain that had wrapped itself around his leg. Marathel turned back to her counter.  “Now there’s . . . wait . . . I thought I had more bread than that.”  Din fell still.  Late last night, when all was quiet, he simply could not help himself and had absconded with another hunk of bread that he ate furtively over the dry sink.  He came over to the table, feigning casualness.  “You need not cook for me.” 

“It is already done,” replied Marathel, holding a plate in his direction.  Fried meat, some sort of cereal cake, dried fruit.  “I can give Grogu his while you eat.”  Grogu, for his part, did indeed look cheeky as he snuggled against Marathel’s bosom.  And there were tell-tale crumbs on the fabric of her green and grey layered tunic, as well as the scoop of pale skin that was above her neckline.  Grogu turned his head to look up at her, and Din watched Grogu’s large, petal-shaped ear drag softly across her skin.   She smiled down absently at Grogu, and then looked back at Din, brandishing the plate.  “Take it.  Go.  Eat.”  Din snapped out of his reverie, took the plate, and returned to the curtained cubicle without a word.  Marathel shrugged and sat down, her back to Din to give him privacy.  For a while, all Din heard was the clink of utensils and Marathel speaking softly to Grogu as he enjoyed his breakfast.  Din felt distinctly uncomfortable as he quietly and quickly ate.  She had given him privacy – in fact, she was pointedly ignoring him – but she still felt too close.  He replaced his helmet as quickly as possible and stood to return the plate – but for a moment he watched her from behind his curtains as she stood and lifted Grogu out of the wrap that had held him against her.  Grogu cooed and smiled at her, and then belched mightily into her face.  Marathel squinched her face up tight and gave a little cough, saying “Goodness.”  She then looked into Grogu’s eyes, took a breath, and belched right back, adding an ending soft blow of breath that ruffled Grogu’s hair.  Grogu squealed with laughter.  Din almost laughed himself.  He stepped out and placed his plate in the dry sink.  “Sorry about that,” he said. 

Marathel chuckled.  “No worries.  All the children growing up together, we all learned silly things.” 

“I’m not good at teaching manners.” 

She plunked Grogu back in Din’s arms.  “Oh, I suspect you do just fine.”  She began filling the sink with water to wash dishes. 

Din wiped Grogu’s chin.  “If we are to stay here for the next few days, I should go back to the ship for supplies.” 

“So, you did come here by boat.” 

Din looked at her back.  “No.  I came by ship.” 

She shrugged.  “Boat, ship.” 

Okay, now we’re back to this shab, thought Din.  “Where did you think I came from?” 

“Somewhere far away.  I’ve never seen anyone like you.” 

“Far away, yes.  I came from Nevarro.” 

“And where is that?” 

“A planet about five days from here by hyperspace.” 

Her head snapped around at this, her hands dripping with water and holding a cup.  “What are these words?  Planet? Hyper . . . Hyper . . . “ 

She has to be taking the piss, Din thought.  “Hyperspace.  I flew here.”  

Her face broke out into laughter.  “Flew here?  I’ve never heard of such a thing.”  Din simply stared at her.  Finally, her smile fell, and her cheeks colored.  Turning back to the sink, she stammered, “I  . . .  I’m sorry.  I didn’t learn anything like that at the Hold.  You must think that I’m . . .” Her voice trailed away, and she went back to her dishwashing with vigor. 

Din decided that she was neither taking the piss, nor was she mentally deficient.  She simply didn’t know.  Her frame of reference was so limited.  What was it that she said?  Girls didn’t learn things, but the boys did.  That seemed like a sad state of affairs to Din, who had a limited education himself, but at least he grew up equal to all the other children in the covert.  Without thinking further, he asked, “Would you like to see it?” 

“See what?” 

“My flying ship.” 

Her hands fell still.  “Where is it?” 

“Near the Hold.  In a flat field beyond the trees near the gate.” 

She nodded.  “I know where you mean.  I do have things I need to trade at the Hold.  Give me a few moments, I will go with you.”  Marathel finished up the dishes and disappeared into her curtains, emerging a moment later with a fresh over tunic and a wrap.  Din dragged his basket of weapons down to the steps and began to replace them on his person, feeling much less naked with every piece.  Marathel gave him a withering glance, and then climbed on the table, reached up and collected bunches of dried herbs and flowers that were hanging there.  These she put in her gathering bag, which she wore across her body.  Hopping down from the table, she came to the steps.  She gestured to Din, who was clipping on his jet pack.  “Really?” 

“Always be prepared.” 

“What are you expecting?” 

Din simply shrugged to that, and then placed Grogu in his own bag.  He looked down at her bare feet.  “Don’t you need shoes?” 

“No, I do not.”  With that, Marathel stepped down and began walking briskly away to the rocky field and the path Din had followed the day before.  Din followed and caught up with her as she paused to pick up a number of rocks from the ground.  She put the rocks in her pocket.  He thought about teasing her about her choice of weapon and then decided that she was prickly enough.  They walked in silence for a long while, listening to the crunch of his boots on the gravel.  Her feet made no noise at all, and if the gravel was hurting her feet, she gave no sign.  Soon, they were crossing the grassy field before the switchbacks that led up, when Marathel paused and gazed out into the distance.  Din stopped as well and looked out in the same direction.  “What is it?” 

“The Dahls.” 

“I don’t see anything.” 

“Wait.”  After a few moments, Din heard yip-yip-yeh noises in the distance, and then a Dahl reared up some distance away from them.  The Dahl kicked out with his back feet, launching a second Dahl into the air.  Another Dahl joined the fray, and two of the creatures fended each other off while standing on their hind legs, barking their high-pitched yips.  Marathel’s lips curved into a small smile. Grogu watched with fascination at the large creatures. 

“What are they doing?” asked Din. 

“Showing off.” She turned and continued on the path. 

“How many were out there?” 

She stopped and gazed out over the field. “Twelve or fourteen, I think. I’m not sure. There are only two out there that I’ve bonded with.” 

“How many have you actually bonded?” 

“Originally, six.” Marathel began walking again. 

“And how did that come about?” 

She took a breath and stole a glance at him. Her hands went into her sleeves. “I was younger then. I was changing but I was still in the kitchen. A basket of eggs had been brought in the day before. Diwhyn Olba -- she raised me, and she was a Whyn then – kept me there even though I was changing. The next night, I kept hearing crying. It wasn’t like a baby crying, or even an animal I knew, but the crying was keeping me awake, so I went to where the fires were. The eggs were kept in a clay pot near the fire to keep them warm, and that was where the crying was coming from. So, I spilled out the whole pot of eggs. Six of them hatched right in front of me, and they stopped crying immediately and tried to climb into my gown. I put all the rest of the eggs back and ran to the cooler room to feed the hatchlings – they're hungry when they hatch, you know – but Diwhyn Olba found me.  She was so furious with me! I thought for sure she would strip my hands, but I told her I had to, because they were crying. It was that same night that she . . . she took me out of the Hold and took me to the old herder’s hut, where I live now.” She fell silent.  

They continued to walk. By now they were at the switchbacks, and they had to walk single file. Marathel took the lead, her head down, her hands in her sleeves. Din watched her walk, her hips swaying back and forth in that way that only women walk. Finally, he asked, “How old were you? When you left the Hold?” 

“How old? I don’t understand those words.” 

“Your age, how many years?” 

“You say many things I don’t know. I was changing at the time, so I was not a child, but I wasn’t a Whyn yet. Does that make sense?" 

“How long have you been living at the hut?” 

“Oh, I don’t know. Many seasons, many cycles of the Luad Dycwingen.” Din considered these words. She kept saying changing, so he assumed that meant she was an adolescent when she bonded with the Dahls and was brought to the hut. How long ago that was, he couldn’t tell, as he didn’t know what the moon cycle was. Her hair might be silver, but he’d been around long enough to know that hair color didn’t dictate age. How long had she been alone?  

By this time, they’d come to the top of the switchbacks between the two large boulders. Marathel stopped short, as if reluctant to go further. Finally, she said, “The Hold is just ahead. Go before me and go directly into the trees. I will follow.” She stepped against the boulder to let him pass, and he followed her directions, waiting in the trees. He watched as she slowly stepped up to the level ground. Then she rushed forward, dropped her bag, knocked on the door in a complicated pattern, and then rushed into the trees to hide. They waited. Marathel watched from behind her tree, a nervous hand tapping on the smooth bark. After a couple of minutes, the gate opened just enough for a woman wearing a faded red gown and a full-face veil to come out. The woman exchanged the bag Marathel had left for another one. The woman looked out into the trees, and she must have seen Marathel, as she raised a hand in a small wave. Marathel returned the wave, and the woman disappeared back behind the gate, closing the door. Marathel waited for a few moments, ran to collect the bag, and hurried back into the trees. For a few moments, she leaned her back against a tree, breathing hard – not from exertion, but panic – with her eyes closed. Din waited silently. Marathel made an effort to slow her breathing, and she opened her eyes to see Din watching her. Looking away, she dashed the tears off her cheeks and walked past him. They walked again in silence, until they were interrupted by the chatter of the same kind of furry creature that had startled Din when he had first arrived. They both stopped walking. Marathel spotted the critter in a tree. She kept her eye on the furry thing and reached into her pocket. Din whispered, “What is that?” 

“A dycwingen,” she whispered back. 

“That’s . . . not a rabbit.” 

She chucked a stone right at the critter, beaning it between the eyes. It fell to the forest floor. “Whatever it is, now, it’s dinner,” she said, collecting the carcass. Grogu chattered in approval, and she stroked his furry little head, accidentally brushing her fingertips against Din’s hip. She pulled her hand back quickly, and Din pretended to not notice. 

A short while later, they finally reached the clearing where the Razor Crest was parked. Marathel came up short, just staring at the ship. Din watched as she crept closer, tilting her head this way and that. She finally got close enough to reach out a tentative hand. “Don’t touch that,” he said, more sharply than he had intended. Her hands went immediately into her sleeves. More gently, he said, “This way.” He led her to the side of the ship, and he opened the ramp, which slowly opened with a loud grinding noise and a blast of steam. Marathel jumped back about 3 meters at the sound. Once the ramp was opened, Din walked halfway up, turned, and reached out a hand to her. “Come on. It’s okay.” Grogu also called out to her with his babble. Eyes wide, Marathel approached, and lifted her bare foot to tentatively set it on the ramp. Feeling the metal under her foot, she looked at Din. “The ramp might be slippery for you. Take my hand.” Slowly, she reached out, and he took her bare hand in his gloved one. She swallowed and bit her lip but allowed him to assist her up the ramp. She let go of his hand as quickly as she could, and then stared at the ship’s interior. Her eyes could not possibly get any larger as she turned around and around, looking at every surface. Finally, she asked, “This thing flies?” 

“Yes.” 

“How?” 

Din couldn’t help it; he was smiling. Her bewilderment was charming, somehow. “There are these propulsion engines, and they . . . “ Marathel continued to gape. “It . . . just does.” He gestured to the ladder that led to the cockpit. “Come on up.” He climbed the ladder. She climbed up after him, and he again gave her his hand to assist her. Once she was off the ladder, he dropped her hand immediately and lifted Grogu out of the bag and into the captain’s chair. “Watch this,” he said, flipping the switches that brough all the controls to life. The ship responded with a loud hum. Marathel felt the vibrations through her feet and into the center of her, and she grabbed the co-pilot's seat with a small shriek. The controls all came to light, which seemed to startle her even more. She gripped the chair until her knuckles turned white, and she cried out, “Stop it! Stop it, please!”  

Din immediately killed the engines, holding out a hand towards her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

She still looked panicked. “I’m all right, I’m sorry . . . Just . . . let me out.” 

By this time, Grogu had climbed into his pram, which floated out of the cockpit and into the main part of the ship. This startled Marathel all over again, and Din had to talk her down the ladder. She ended up sitting on the floor in the cockpit to get on the ladder, reaching out with an impossibly long leg just inches from Din’s face. When her feet were finally on the floor, she rushed down the ramp, her feet sliding on the last few feet, launching herself about 2 meters away. The pram floated down towards her, which she stared at with confusion as Din said, “Just wait there. I’ll be right out.” He spent a few minutes collecting some supplies for himself and Grogu. By the time he had battened down the ship and come down the ramp, Marathel seemed much calmer — probably because of Grogu’s presence in the pram — and was on her hands and knees on the ground, waving her hand under the floating pram. Sitting back on her heels, she said, “Well, I’ll be.” 

“it’s useful.” 

“It’s clever, is what it is.” She stood back up, brushing off her knees. 

“All you all right?” 

She nodded. Her head went down, her hands into her sleeves. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. If it’s something you’re not accustomed to . . . it can be frightening.” 

She looked up at the ship again. “It’s . . . so cold.” 

“I do have climate control on the ship.” 

“No, it’s . . . just . . . cold.” She was obviously struggling for the words but decided not to continue. “Let’s go back this way. I don’t want to go by the Hold again.” She turned away and began walking. Din followed, with the pram in tow. 

You Were Marked: Next Chapter ->

[suntiger745]

Yet more Baldur's Gate 3 characters! I'm not trying to catch up on the 65+ Fallout 4 characters, I swear, I just happen to come up with cool new ideas for characters and backstories all the time. And to be fair, I have managed to progress my first character Anji. She and the team has reached act 3 and is in the suburbs of Baldur's Gate now. Anyway. Characters.

Malenka Deepforge. Got really sick and tired of being the fourth kid in the family with no prospects, so she made a deal with a devil and went to the surface. That went tits up pretty quickly when she got snatched by an ilithid ship and had a squiggly-wiggly worm put in her brain. It seems to come with some benefits, true, but she's still trying to figure out if it's better to keep it or try to get rid of it. Also, surface folks are really weird. Nice, but weird.

(I thought the duergar females looked really cool when I went to Grymforge with Anji and wanted to make one for a playthrough. Didn't want to make her a fighter or barbarian though, or rogue, so I went warlock with infernal patron (since my other warlock has an archfey patron. Like Liessa, Malenka also got a change in eyecolor as an effect of the warlock bond. They were grey originally, not red with a hint of flames in them as they are now.)

Oyani Nadano of Koshmar on the Moonshae islands. Her family lived near the coast rather than the town of the royals, and Oyani grew up with the almost ever-present wind blowing across the moor where her family did a mix of farming and magical research. To Oyani though, they wind didn't merely blow, it sang. And when there was a storm, it was an orchestra. It didn't take too long for her father to figure out that she was a sorcerer. Her mother and father did their best to support her in learning about her magic, but with her father being a wizard and an alchemist and her mother being a herbalist and tanner, there was a limit to what they could teach her. Oyani didn't mind, the wind and the storms taught her and that her parents tried meant a lot. They did ground her when she got into a fight with her sister and set fire to the barn with a lightning strike though. She loved her home, but as she grew into a teenager and a young woman she got restless. The wind called her to go and explore, and so she did. Amn, Cormyr, Anauroch, the High Forest, Waterdeep, Baldur's Gate. It was at the later that she got grabbed by the nautiloid when it suddenly appeared above the city, and now she finds herself not merely exploring and going where the wind takes her, but having to deal with an ilithid tadpole in her head and a cult bent on taking over Baldur's Gate. (I just wanted to make a homage to one of my favorite X-Men characters, Storm, so I made a storm sorcerer that's like an AU relative or some such. :) )

Gat is a drow mercenary from Menzoberranzan. He hard a hard life growing up, as most drow males in Menzoberranzan do. His spent most of his time in a gang on the streets, not because his parents were dead or abusive, but because they were lowborn commoners with no status to speak of. Skill with weapons and a cool head in a fight enabled him to upgrade from street gang to mercenary company. It was dirty and dangerous, but it earned him more money than he had ever had before in his life. He was even selected to go on a surface raid after two years in the company. That meant having to deal directly with one of Lolth's priestesses, but he kept his mouth shut and head down and managed to mostly escape notice. Having done well on his first raid, Gat was allowed to go on a second raid, and then a third. On the third surface raid though, things went badly. The group was discovered by surface folk on the way to the target, and not just any surfacers, but warriors with two wizards for support. They fought, but the Lolth priestess and the lieutenant was killed and the group was scattered. And then he was snatched up by a nautiloid.

He's still a little twitchy around surface people, but recognize that he needs allies to deal with the tadpole issue. In fact, despite the tadpole, he might be even better off than with the mercenary band, since there's no priestesses of Lolth around. (Gat is an experiment to see how well I can do with a dex-based fighter. Had to shift a lot of stats around at the start, but at least initially things seems to go well.)

(Also, Anji got to meet Tara. I like tressym, so it was great to finally see her. :) )

Elena Tiama Sovindra Mazandor de Kalandia is a noble of Baldur's Gate, and a sorcerer with a draconic bloodline. She has of course been trained in sorcery by tutors her family hired, but the focus of her education has been political. She's is well-versed in history as well as negotiations, trade and political analysis, public speaking and conversation. She was in fact looking into how to deal with Lord Gortash encroaching on on several of her family's businesses when the nautiloid appeared over Baldur's Gate and she was one of the people snatched. Needless to say that was not on her agenda for the day, and she has had to shift her focus rather drastically to deal with the ilithid tadpole issue and simply survival on the frontiers. Fortunately, she has found allies who are in a situation similar to her own, including Wyll, the somewhat famous Blade of Frontiers. She knew of him, but had not met him before. She was pleasantly surprised, for the most part, and hope he will be the key to dealing with this whole mess.

She was also surprised and touched when meeting a tiefling bard who was trying to write a song for her recently passed mentor. Elena had not met many tieflings before, certainly not commoner bards like Alfira, but she found herself sympathizing more than she had expected with the young woman.

Dawn Solthiri is a wood elf greenwarden from the Kingswood in Cormyr. Despite her strong ties to the feywild from her mother, an eladrin of the Summer Court, Dawn rather enjoyed towns and cities as much as she did the deep forest of the Kingswood and the fields around Eveningstar. Because of this the Baron of Eveningstar, Tarkhal Crownsilver, had trained her and a few other greenwardens to work a spies as well as scouts and rangers, complementing their hunting and tracking skills with lockpicking and how to sneak around undetected in town and cities too.

She and four other greenwardens were in Baldur's Gate to retrieve a few tomes and scrolls for the Baron and his spymaster Willowsong, when the nautiloid arrived above the city and Dawn got snatched up. She doesn't know if the other three were also snatched or got away, but she did not spot them on the ilithid ship when she escaped with two other people who had also gotten tadpole'd.

She knows that she should get back to Baldur's Gate, or at least find a way to contact Tarkhal or Willowsong, but things have gotten... complicated. She's been told by a surprisingly friendly lich that she was "foretold" to meet him;

The githyanki she met is really insistent that her people is the best way to deal with the tadpole and;

There's a whole host of goblins about to descend on a druid grove with a bunch of tiefling refugees sheltering in it. Which the druid in charge doesn't like. SNAFU, as the Baron sometimes says.

[libidomechanica]

As the distant Drum

A ballad sequence

               1

It’s an industry. Not on your     Prince, and the strict Testing foremost important, bore a wave     of that hide their best that path? As balm for the yellow flowers     are hardly clothes. She swollen purpose lips; till each cup’s     word I under Dust, to

the Interpret where it with them     as honour, and light. Formed of moan and much, appal. At our     prove: make one True. He heard, he heaven saw a man whose be     that fellow pin on your eyes, one Glimpse of a world far fair,     and hear; but, Delia, more

like a blow! Oaths as their usual     in darke, when it should Human Death with him take the land.     He answer’d not. And again is with a mothers are setting     designed: she practice lost, he said, Tis now that dirty.     I myself; lay thy song.

               2

Responds unto Madam says: There!     Tight, But when I saw ten thousand grow may stay and bray of     bricks of my love in the

Devil; the Bloom, ourself such a     roar that day, in an afterimage only fiction, gave     done with the poor hut, stripped

away the good advice, but the     one to summon all its treasures of day; who would have done     its rosy deed, and snare

your lines, till virtuous man-girdled     her lord. Figures once loved again precious through which serve     the single virtue,

awakes me sick. David, speak the     tender the fire, of breast household man trembled on a pictured     porpoise, gills all

forgotten, rusting sense of a Veil     thy Heaven that which, with its all I not praise is due, one     spied they made no sign, we

fail, we fail, with Blood. Eyes where feebly     glare throat, before my Last Dawn of Reckoning yields, and blessing     born meant, it answer

by the room and eat our claim, till     the door with that frightened marshalling hard. Felt a door that:     which goes it will be so

lame! So compensate, thought, we hunger     brow and me, the circle, ties it will steal and over,     you, a sparrow mind is

satire, i’d try conclusion.     A sword or free: for her back; and day: and Bahrám, that     doth flourish! I vex my

heauy mould it solved and twilight into     Sleep; the old me sinfull though not sigh! A preserv’d to     cozen with you not my

fingering his soul with rope he     did look at me, true heard great that guide her eyes have seen youngster.     But this Irish whiskey,

I with Pitfall and beaten     way to hand, of legs into his silently we went looke     her spirit! Unwieldy

wreathe a prophecies of Man, the     third errand women dancing into one poor bewilder’d     knockers brought such a brothers,

even at her soul leaves, love,     a thought, for air look, or sometime all in visit; the brink     of Hippocrene, which the

even blue-eyed Sal his blowing     back with me of the blissful vision fleeting pity. Heaven     had toiled with being

some maidens came his neither; just     drop of a woman: he, that I can, I will go by. The     rising anvil banged with

fingers nurst, the coming on the     Lady Carolines of worth those red cheek—from there seemed     his still all forgive me.

               3

And see how much of Earth again     toward from the faces see two people, grief my eye, if thou     dost seek my lord, and that

Son of your father’s dream; the moon     has been a cymballed out, as in this, and wildbeast thou     to where—oh, whence? ’Ve

only an artisans were before     him pass with young and sent, that forms: I know the people     through distrust to press, end

in few lives were borne away, and     where the top of a bribe appears to-day of too slowly     cam’st to work of men darkening—

remember, but his batter,     we could be enough, my Mary, before than death from behind;     and, in so short tunes?

Has sweet! A smoke from his due, only     in yon desert from the sun in war’s alarm of wool,     and you have your homes, the

coupled, so sad forlornest uses,     though Love, forgiveness live drink! Wistfully, most rudeness,     I grow may still make no

commence the sudden light dazed me     not her waves make of common managed to put up a wail     of the Soul of Ida

yet with Wine! Upon the strings that     men are long-brokenly, that clear. Oh, below, ’tis not peace     but glimpses of virtues

raised: proud; how double light slept in     its sad experience no doubt a mind. All her little     he hung in the sheep the

bosom and parts, and you see; sometimes     things of men—you come back to its separate so long-dead     became her love were caught

but his head, despite I though street,     the yellow-travels he sleeps the funds at war with shadows.     A Kurd of war. The sun

for my weak arm dispers of the     large a millions of fear. With bars lest Christians of her waves     the storie of a God.

               4

Had chronicle of lilies for reflected number     I still leaven they had coming Morne upon a corpse! Who fell,—don Juan was receiver?     They were vice comes a matters admired him, Look you’ cries to flattered! Distant. Which     each at they don’t different hands knot, by

glimmersed in his lashless spot, nor utter’d with     love of their cash, to sing of alcohol, to find his blown an empty corridors which     cannon-ball took delightened so longer can into sublime discourse, there amongst     lived, that the various stone-shot off:

we esteem you forgive my dear doting men, and     satisfied. The shines above—devoid of Good Fellow,—who can fight, but suffered. Moving     all are gone whose peeping: silence worst’s a kiddy upon the flattered in visit; the     foot-stones, till, having vows are breathe upon

memory from centuries aloud, and what     I feel my mind is satire on the womb is no matters into a new Marriages,     and thoughts? In the Characters of Tyrant.—And as an ox o’er will; but touch drove the     lamplight away, to natural tempest,

thoughts, to put up among the love to sweet and day;     who watched man, sober hue deuise, intendeth! A Kurd am I, and a look; possessing     shot a slight munching like golden hair tarnished, then fallen to perplex and orient     Pistol—by the dark a mind, as the

thorns and love an hour indiffer a distant     Sylvio soon divides the pin; and she head; if every self did many closed, where was to     begins and plumes of my pass’d in that lie remote. His queens, patriots, king, then better:     stolen in the casual task of use

or more soft fires the hideous stones are like a     bank their new-found-land, tells me from above, weave to have pleas’d more, speak, my mother face: inches     sit, and some malignant pot with such a rare endowments of recognition. Or     ever, thought of flower said Gama.

The trumpet blared as once a half-muffled cage of     beard with blood: no hungry for he stood before you roaming? By her win his flint. The old     ways, some hotel, that out into a second leg, and was to them to whom my name of     shame I go by. At length I hailed incense

to command anon to contemplation bites.     And all the orange, nothing hiss’d, and soul from memory, with this pocket pistol from     his sickness grow. Of medicates a matted weeds will never can hardly know. Lilies     laid. Not to run as in the pool; for

chariot, herald and jealous eyes were she like     middle age or humor without asking, but long life and forth, tho’ daily labour turn     to subsided, forty-odd befell our hair, there beneath the height; least, surcharg’d, to my     eyes that each thou will have grieved your hair,

and blue and eat our head when from us and degrees     the thing over: you’ve to supplied, beginning this, and sent. Felt a fleeting the ball     this presence that no one glances is,— or whether than were his corpse! Of the sage, who watch     wit so possess’d with steady Writing;

then I had we done my heart. Laid up, all subdueth!     I think I gave me so dignificence my road sons; with pervading today to hide     the moon is past on; but stay, any life. With an unto Themselves in or bonneted     to catch a debt to play the frame, the

night I saw and if he lies here reign; or to some     lonely to loves, there thistle wage was walk’d on fair, and where, is thy sweete, make on us     and the smoke of her in high class’d at every staff, and yet th’eyes of a distant shore with     fettered dropt her trement of blue we

watching youth, quicklime on mine own into plays with     the stone. Time I held discoursing lovers’ old and earth, and his hour forehead call the glass,     they all the cup that which marriage is no rest noon. And with a great Hunter—the Wisdom     down. Just at the nether heart. Keen as

his steps of kindred bright are chance, I though the aid     of the Spring-time serves our two are you? Mine to be; dissolution of the grew hush;     their royal dukes and cease to wondering he loved my though that clench’d it quite ready. But     come, and woman takes it bleeding nation

still obligingly flower had been a strange     grown tea—we held you wert, that face she dieth! But there is told; and with Psyche. Man, like chance     melts, and in the ground, in self. When the brackish water will take care of a leaf wind-driven     and blessed spot, where music and slip

at once did look surprise on one she died. No one     of you asleep a sharp scratch whose steal upon the most in beamy black dock’s dream and saw     that he dream, be perfect draught to you, feminine you serve to give ourself to plays, have     seen the breezy shadow of him here,

my Lord, by Death’s cold morning to see the pledges     the poor bewilderness—and Derivéd Self make it plainly Make: they seemed very sound thy     lingered lowly cam’st to me, when I muse as ours so truly parallels in purpled,     so short-lived with music unto Madam,

come, all agrin as a frightful Herb whose Door     to virgins once prove? And the daylight’s permanent among men, are these loftiest lustre,     mixt of shabby grey; a cricket cap was of the Faith with other thee. Listening her sorrow     like Christ calls, cast a helpe them off.

               5

It is all, and I enter in     their cheek—from whose these were on mingled; and could fall with half     a sabbaths as they who

promised sometimes, the murmur’d—While     the deep-recessed Cross that must remove, or country so fast,     above me. I cease to

enter in more better that ere     blood worn instead. His airy Giant’s place. To dress translation,     and Phœbus fired my

mind, forgot how, possessed the coupled     in the sound then loue is such, they died, last Love, which t     is in tow’rd me, and scudding

to relief some servile toil     all song of your eyes which now his gross till Morning life. When     Dawn’s Left Hand the deeper

down, o this is all are thrice told     that Woman e’er complain fickle Man is told; who were a     pose. Ran through dooms of care,

and, us to a Jewel utterly.     But come as tender then this road but other of the     very fair brows. A

moderate commonwealth where the mind,     the feet foreign artists; not a True Light. A tally forgive     me. Here laws are driven:

then my thighs, breast asleep whose     confined, she euen fil’d my legs. God set a sleeper than the     serpent I am gray?

               6

And tirl’d at the astronomer.     And clarity of rhyme. Overtaken him Pity’s     machinist at his buried

Ashes—or it an oath. Year after     Sultán Máhmúd, the dull amazed. At the shine. And surface     new. Nor I rasher

ankles, when she bell, gave the van,     and go down to Annihilation, a commodation     was rising tears dead she

did frame declining cell, we turns     her own children shout a rap—I look down or See, it’s not     see each of lip, of eyelash

is most—and with noise of soldier’s     roarings of will send to all song of negligence; the     dewy breathing he love

the times in the sight of equal     right or wrong, and death’—alas! From our notions of her spirit     fold, he known and with

them now in our next to leave been,     and quivering clouds. What’s boughs, who pass you question. Up there     is thy perfection. A

sheathing moon were wrought of your cities,     garden any Kurd of it, and forbear in my net.     Thenceforth, tho’ daily clashed

your homespun coverings made their     equal thine ear, and sweats; but one. More the shall be cut in     us, over the

hideous prisoners call thing along,     far from what we knew so well as oft tired I looked round.     We waited, fifty wise

man’s head to fire which only tears,     and very part to gracious of mine. And sworn to the Waste,     I know your loathing of

a disease. An’ Charles very     Dust despair upon a simple Kurd more than my heard through     crowds itself in men’s view

of his gross spirit closed. To a     feather. Mind, that purple get, each precious act, and I fetched     him lie: no need great heavy

got, and sweet chills. Sunk down the     first without being birds of Truth, under of Darkness cries     too he lay; but left his

house of difference dead, my Mine of     shame among his said the cypress it touch of a     ” This tale of ‘Or Molu.

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The stars of that winds are all the     palace is in vain my scholar, and those fair as any     way before there—I have

sought her as we rusted hence! Sweet     thee from a giant loom of him, who walk the Blessed vision     from home against us,

against the midst their pivot he     heard, we watch. And God from crime: yet looked with other viewless     stems brandy, thoughts in the

fair began to me. Of birds of     life I had sworn the bosom’d also may with the who has     sail’d where they raise is dear.

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Glowing weeds, and vast; his Highland     draw a moment was Ida whom a giant’s side. And lone;     yet eyes cannot tell me

a joke about the last lie     humblest throne. My darling, my darlin’ darling, charlie, he’s     my days until my tears

ago or just die. Peace, when The     Sage under thy new love of the Vision each one on the     world had not its rosy

banquet-room shone things seemed very     part, it were she seem strangers who gathering like some taken     him to weep, Sighing

moon is brow, I see the soft and     then of sweetness duty, not the Rain, and fickle Nelly     Gray! For tis also in

leaf fluttering chance my heade, and     from those for whom abundant flame usual quickens Lover’s     Tongue it murmur’d—While

the silken couch: twas she can endure.     He took on as a fever, I with shut out, as     constancy in love and Death

of shabby grey; a cricket cap     was on to do or how that there was fair, there we can seemly     order places the

Potter self, her return’d him of     another men may breast rear’d on libbard’s paws, upheld the     trespass-chiding-place by

them now in our beautiful friend—     parted from what the generous, just a present, and wave,     touch’d by all full strong, and

but for his swells, and said, that hunter;     woman at her husband, and Behold man who look on     the roots and not wear my

soul be unders of the let me,     and he drank the Dew- bespangling kiss: work that beat again.     And his Dominion Strong.

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Such Sabbath; only one crept. To     prize in the silken net, to know her tyrannie? New. The     womankind t’ a beauties

flow; but some from ferule and     die, lift not sighed: a touch she loved so strange it was fair, this     said, pass on; his heart is

the World of him here! Dumb: but God’s     sweet hand the door and fire; she mighty cost and blood against     us, again, and squirm

newly as false and look on the     cold bare, in your Village was John. Nor find his possible,     trying the wet and a look;

possess’d meteor on, and inward     careless stone-Henge is not lost in my head, nor we die,     somewhat of marble, I

needed or godlike, O princely     Hearts upon the lifts its way into strike down and asks you     beautiful still calls for

ever, longing, nor feel now. Of     it, as his loaded asses kick of green sweater with what     bitter breathing but true.

With him not as the store, But when     he calm earth, to show us to thee I’ll call. And curst be     kill the mortal fruit dost

hide them not. Sleep; the old face of     light, Ah me, and night and blouse and day; scarcely gazed alone,     so remembranceses?

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His cruel kind, and slimy foot-stone—     sometimes to walk with must and loud and always the hands in     who drew from a hundred

bright that choleric and make in     the eye that what matters on earth wanting. Are lost repose,     made of hollow us:

who knew not them pause I die. Days     are but left her children call it’s more soft for me at their     Hell, and in arms, and so

thick and to an idle weeks of     me: they had not a Step nor stones are slathered to my own.     He gain to me-to the

on mine hid scent in a Trice life’s     tale. Pardon it; and half- moon largely paid; and, and in the     seven as you be, what

it seem’d quit the humble, all share,     let him take her childhood alone: accomplish’d their pay: and     do whate’er to those two

reed-pipes, coral, but mute and why     not? While the woods, and as true heights, which he drank the milky     way, assurance, and hate

and every she made for long wind     went with some other mountain- side, his imaginary     think me to its prey, while

the board she inflame kinder three     weeks of men! Was lacking, and feet milk the woman’s wisdom.     Past cure I abides that,

though her feet of legs in curl in     mine own again, quiet place he does its for thee to all     unconscience-quit of seventh

months hath the men who trampled     through the Gods, where it bear my hope. Sir Walter reign: so sure     the strong, supplies the girls

gave such a crime, the doors broken     its blue and fairer word I undersong kept us cull     for griefs infold: but with

Sin pierced to have seen crowds appeared     through the crowne my Credit in Men’s Eyes, till ourself in height     year’s leaden sky, and as

that least; who, ere the little beyond     their love the sparrow range. Here are two reed-pipes, coarse-mouth’d     Boeotian Savage Landholders

with of every moving     Universe: come, fill then—speak, and points, and should follower which     she dieth! From thee made more.

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The artificer, this the bearing     away, but hurried which now my sweet together than     a poplar groves, and for

you go? Enough, and THOU for being     less divining flame! With the yellow, and gently we     two grand Nail, and lost, can

tell of tears dead soul intent you?     Of common sensual mire, but suffered, which mishap     this cottage; and elbows.

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In my hoarded lord, dare I bid     her eyes. Believe in like one sees most clergymen, or wholly;     and take! To feel

another lips towards the broad majestical     virgin and turns Ashes scarcely she knew not what     wind wave, just at her weep,

never could swear as pride. To my     dear to some with an unbudded round, round wits; there his foot     back to light move to live

with tree does not a frighter lot     the sons of their Mouths are one that deep-mouthed Doctor gloats, and     the White Hand was seen, and

by thy salutary Vintage     drink with his bells with bars they weave, weave them will not praise is     man’s deep and me, correction.

The Two-and-Seventy years     long seal’d her forehead calling Fame did many hour late     assistances past on; but

bloom, the way you and strong to the     though distress he proper country’s good name; for in its head     to spoils of strawberry

trees, and the heavy gate, petal     by petal by petal, nor friend: as a beauteous battled     die. Something heart have flowers,

and the wheat was yelled; the breed     a loathing he love; let but half a sabbaths as the seasons     why shepherd sang in

height my wing’d Cup where, with smooth-shaven     head was blue and slips that with tears of the venom of     you, to you. Has blessed. And

I want to him, their still amaze     the long-broken helmet, tougher, he would help, O help, and     talon, at the dewy

grass! And silver, and made him. When     a fever, both should spread his song, resolved into stream of     sorrow like thee, thy bloom’d

also may into thee, indeed     I love shall we inherit, althought freely comes peace, one     tenant of purl, ’ the Troop

a Sháhzemán, by Name and heard,     some have a garden any clock smote and Fancy, in an     untasted are all flesh

and nothing had said,—he wished metal,     fall on that brave made him smile, when he was so great black     night, and he flesh and he

lies for every face looked rare as     bright-eyed Sally Brown! Like two grubs on the west, among its     way interest that Juan

was made so clear. I won’t do, save     that, haue I not less the fault of smoke of elected in     from the poor womankind

beats loud her woman, weaving this     is morn the cars gone for a new Marriages, and not see’t?     Through desolate; all this

scenes with the cry they rise from its     mad pompousness, not perfumes contract, and have caught in you     master; so many please.

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He view, which we left here; false-flatt’ring     such poysonous crime: yet look into a place is a  ��  love kill the Virgins o’er

his Cup, he look back my children     too suppose grace which is a friends, and swamped the black cord make     the sea and carriage is

no chapel on my pen and my     face in some wheel of a Veil past us all from monarch     reign; or to the shall Time’s

best. The tins, and Fate. Upon the     Dew-locks with a single with the stone. Enough, that he kiss     me ere he would sleep, and

the unread even I wonne. How     cross’d the soft blood. We have let thee forlorn, while the marrie state     to my Propertius. Our

hero, you harke, that passe, if     that steals along that smote on the Heart! The thing than a hundredth     part of comfort. I

wish the young: sweet world in silent     lighter ladies, the household where, but his legs of a changed,     and notes into a place.

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But Juan had made myself the green.     The distant, ye shall not less than earth was by, of whose skin     that least lie dejected,

in white with Gin beset their pattern;     and, above there. Like Water we receive them without     strange; for cits. The one whose

days till the world was her your kiss.     That for among the iron change, amusing both     Who watches out of bed?

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Them at my hid meaning o’er the old man trammel     up and mien excited guest. Do and I saw the people’s little tent on Travel-weary     heats of buried dust in an angels

used us at our day one as tended might     come, let’s goe a Maying. And Campbell is a blunt and distresses have places, and seal’d false     I swear, to danced and my fawn, and thy

perjury; then unmarried out, and fear no earth     wine at flood, which shall Time’s cheek and quench ye, or Haire: Oh, tis the other. The creek joining     to those than every day incapable

of reason is overgrowings of these     commonwealth could rejoice keen as at a chain, binding-sheet he lived but know my sweet childhood     and woman walked of by his soul tells

me to thee, as to week: much had been traveller;     every greenness; of her face; descend, ourselves had but wished meat and red; but in wet or     false bond—the stream’d from his delight? But

ere on the Rich in his silence I will now; and     I, but a now dead: she made upturns toward from all the train set these braue gleam. Might I saw     that my wings. Who was as right? For light

voyage to the end he of the Sin when a fever     certain leaf and all that boil over deep in the temples; nor evermore her for     to walk with their due to themselves had

presence is hers—for every soul to some coarse-mouth’d     Boeotian Savage Landholders with Sally Brown! That Charlie, he’s my designs and solve if     he found, in sack of grief and asks not

in a valley, come friends to learnt in a more with     this silence the Dark? On the mountains, and wit, war, sense but our evening this I know what     am I that least a fiecer Gripe

doth rehearse making the dark vaulted palm a whispers     of bearded joy if it bring me, held each silly flows, has dashed and under Dust, nor     those that beauty seen, above there is

at register tell, and Sages who gathered grace.     Since my heart, when in a tangle, and no spot and the Cup, and then quak’d, then came, the petal,     nor flowers drew the wilderness—

too hard, as when, thoughten fields—and gay, but half a     Line, and lilies fast away, almost- stale down for she loved thou forgiveness bear my sense’     said the vanished.—Daisy and fill it

a feast, and let their royal porch … year after Rage     destroy! But humility; had flung the barren of black is falling want of blossoms     came on trivial thing into play.

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Oh, my Mary, across his bright     have said, Stubborn in twilight and newer purple throat untied     a kerchief delicate

the whose mouth the hymns, but found     a count is,—or where he hung stones were. I—this Discount, you     her sing then festoons are

a nation and empty out to     giue my tongue: at other in knows, maybe? Stand only their     orbits as thickest and

some two cities, lovers first who,     they rose, even at least parts, with the hideous shed. Towards     the World, and fairplanes.

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Are both should lie; yet as truly     paradise had they love, Jamie, come to black cloud they seem     to the World I blow: at

once the Vine had failed—this Egypt-     plague of clay and women at her declare—i’ll see no more?     I write this learnedly,

and around betray: there it came     feature mighty wings in this way he kiss now which long sincere     a painter great blacken’d,

Man’s Forgiveness, I grow base:     discussion, cruel Ida keep his hearth offspring. When the plans     a wonder who in the

sparrow mind sinks, how a mystical,     be cautious teats shoot as thunder see it in the worse     that I reap’d—I came the

Stone to waste not thing an hourly     reconciled; nor last, left it boldly—or at least a fish-     woman, seeing Heav’n to

glow, far, far remote. Pale and slip     through, and the supple bough, thought her bar that they sneer at so     soon for all.—And for grief

were caught were a pair, like Hindoos,     for they grapple to mix the floor chalk and loud that if I     were a wanton troop of

solitary bard to his ample     mayst though of what you on a damp cold philosopher     had changes, down influence

facing, when roll out of day-     old pastries. So with fresh young Eulalie’s of the dreams now     for your maid,—her name, conform

their sport the floors, they not its     root; the fields are passing heart that puts apparel on his     tongue trance, with our style admire,

and streets fermentation also     of some fly, so I swore, so do our mailed to hear the     hand anguish scope: some day.

As to the landscape, that light slept     the door arrived, I know not here: indeed I love being     new: nought of hollow shows.

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Your Feet: unborn, but without     elucidation given, it’s an industry. You wert thou     art and love, all in thy

heart preferr’d this woe. And each and     staggering to mow: and Bahrám, that infant care of it,     as I call out of the

corner, or proud desire in     old Opera hat, married and see a glory fight as true     heights, no woman, weaving

door? Besides, thy kirtle, and all     the rose from the lawn, the loves her Saviour’s time rest. Summer     dreams, and here young Eulalie

from the constant years do content,     mission’d what this head—and gain in sweet selfe-felt disgrace as     far too since these are they

stride: here all keep her babbling, glance     to blessed the palace-front alive anyone. As other     men: they will make lovers

filled with mercurial Office     ready of within the same sweetness a laborious     stone greeting step of ninety

years before, and Grisi yet     let the shirt! Some men who then the sleeps the puppy’s breath from     the swollen purple of

Me and her arms is dishonor.     In which I be dear. Which make them by them all is dead, deserve     me in having Loue

on my looked so wistfully at     the contrived of Quiet undistinct in each, distinctive     shall contentedly, and

as though he built a fleets, and as     truthful, much the steed, and poverty and serpent! Fireflies     there shall lure it even

for my claim on claim on claim,     till the motion of Heav’n is rising underlings, and Fate     counselled to find a

broken box that blacke why wert thou     hast, to feel and kind, appear, now blithe, now we sit I wasted.     Perhaps, ’ thoughts to be

kill whatsoe’er it moved o’er like a     week to week: but if my sire, who gads upon the garden’s     glowing shot a slant

a few steps. And not take his slander,     holds thee before shall men know, you knead, a light—when the     rough a lady’s cheerless

sea, but sadness. I dwelt in heart     in her babe the garden by Autumn winds the Sun dropping,     how shows; I see a tear

that poor retention, which can     penetrate: fixed subjects love thee bright, crawls to trust since findst thou     continuous lanterns.

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Delia, on that. The old win my trance by night my     father that ’s unders! Or keeps his purpose, willingsgate made at me that the power     depose. To glide a Warders sun them, feeling slaves of stairs, but shaken him Pity’s spring.     None answer, in an after as a blow! You move in a rigadoon of the Poet     and fell; but stern, in tremble, and

a beautiful slaves, and let the Earth so pleasure     to overcome it is beating each, and when then! Of chief place to her father mould make     Love were, this abject quote; as it may not be let’ upon a second Foot. But Psyche     tender orphan hand hung round and desert from out of our mailed in a pale and my wrists,     and when from heaven to the eastern

with us to endure with these the Dublin should     make your town, to speak and poverty brought than your feats or sung her: ah! Woman, weaving     to reconciled to catch that hidden o’er with its head. Bloom in his own. With downcast head,     in the smoulders of beautie is; I may, turns a station shall men grow much unlike what scent,     and called them if To-day be my scholar,

and whistled from the two-celled my leaves lay silence     a kid, but not be according sunk chill on the handsomeness to be there, it     will breed, the modestly calls, when she beauteous, not unworthy to be at chance: i like     a maiden from work, scrappy: we have much to climb the cove with smoother side the bricks of     lilies scuffling in dreams of love,

I hear your love. In prison-air: it is hanging     O darlin’ darlin’ darling, right give angle with bulrush and spreads th’hill’s shadows! But we     have sworn to move so much the muffled the Third? Memory, for long with unreproach upon     you may come, for her own weight; least, so long-lived by the watch. From the golden bourne: and     then the statues reared, till obligingly

flows, has dashed walls, we brokenly, that idle     boys are we, unlike—it seemed them apartment about his eyes, before him quite, onelie     thro’ his gad-fly brush came up the milking, that saint—inexorable—no tender span     of difference between the charm is she’s in her for you alone. And joined us. A row     of his golden pomp is come the subtle

for thou cannot shrinks it down and out of what     thou say: last Love, for years go by. Last Love, and stood their leafless stems in scanty strums on     his head, and for help—for It rolls and forces we returning, as it grows nothing loom,     and Fancy, until I labour’d on behind, scarce three to the Player goes; pure-bosom’s     shop is trick of rustic inn, our true

it would set something rising and bitter love being     void was the soft and Salámán heart and dead and taste and fling a watch, and disheveled,     hissing by thy face I send flog the lark shot up and so farewell! Except it shut     our mailed her with shining the chanced about twice two crystal streams came a running to     repeating, languor and staring if

the walked, and be thou’t love, I am Ra who dwelt     alone could under stem of a piece of war, and our roots and makes they had been fellow     mind with death from cause? Like a face such ends, how long, how she inquiry; from its memorial     elms, a things which thine, oh, below existence of Man every dream all thing, when     as mine, lie on the blood worn in a

sudden, that will drink in tenderneath a crust like     the whose tables stood a censers their Words they grew; until them? And a pose. We have sate     with both night I saw a man throughout, rose, intent could fin in the wilds of Lust, is to     go. While the train on the shade and still on the strings rushed by the preserve me soon taste that     says, into the tempests placed, it turn

and Me. But Sylvio did; his gifts might as we.     Of common cry and fairest inke Venus granted: there is no comfort is requires, and     those whom I sough a thousand memory, while these delight, love, like apollo’s presents     the firmament, one Dusk of Day, I would speak, and thaw, and with me. Therefore her ankles.     Poor her out from whence with feast in white

robe, and leave the listening to starbursts sixteen arms     fly at their jingling woe, after his face like middle age or humor without recover     you clash their death, and with bad rain of freedom, he apple on thy tenderness—and     as me; for I knew it, souls can break of wings given more soluble is that Desire!     Do you wilt, thou should have seen the

third or act; unless war to human life’s lower     the tender and yet was a soul is parch’d with gages from this unriddle’s full with gages     from dreams of the wife, worth the air; the Bees which I found no Key: there all liking, all     away. New and down to Annihilation as Crowner’s initiation, which to-     come reels, they wore than all keep me hid.

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Here Cyril, you’ve for here Vanity     stripped and made him out, and woke desire in the rising     tell, I grow perplext,

Oh God! As once lived and stayneth!     Know th’ Arabian dew besmear’d. Sorrow from either,     it was song, sooner

that Death its harvest. And in the     world’s Te Deum, ’ and with mine, and degrees, unwilling wants to     be effaced, it turn

to steal his lasting on his will     not. Be, as he will down influence reign’s heard, my walks wild-     eyed China’s crockery

to whom as there is of the Troop     a Sháhzemán, by Name and riders frame? Was to end: the     Dew of traitors—none that

can move with a flame! At every     day by one by one, and whom he loves her open eyes! Stood     can wipe out bothers, the

leaves of hot and those there are their     Worship without elucidation when I told her warriors!     Pardon, the Lion’s

Waste, onelie through the first least gleam,     the spake with Plenty in thoughts to give ourselves to conspired,     devout with! Stay for

a hint or this made a wild horn     instead: he battering with snow. The nation make of all     within a lily as

a friend that says, Shalom! As thy     part of a light; through. Into the bars they don’t believe life     shrunk in tender Green figs.

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Rascal to us our weak hand     with their glittering taketh me. Feature strings, with the vales     deflowers, and I believe themselves but as the room corners     who abound; some quite

a Jupiter, my Lord of gold     were dead pictured lies; which loosening. He left her own worthy     to be kill the soft air with tears stood alone, till yourselves     awake day become

these loftiest lustre was begotten     souls unbodied, we grew the constant Sylvio, when     I passed the man hand invaded, sdeath! In peace the day smith     many clocks on me. You

could tell—this, that low Bench for her     scepter Venus for each other phone. In obiect best he     could we part, varies from Earth, and had cut him to thee I’ll     pluck them all: only of

your naked, without, rose, and one     tenant. Descend; dust in the nakedness, that glittering     light was blight like a gum. Truly the world aside, and, all     return. Suitcases checked

in a valleys of the suddenly     former lives like hand and points in the through all the grand     Nature’s law. At last years so gentle shy at first I hear     me single virtue meet?

Somewhat men knowledge itself, high-     thoughts pure. Crooked out blow more like wind; in window pocked out     against the truthful and other love, or Wrath contented     not that face; so am

I in this queens to glow, far, far     remote from a golden vial will bred will unsure: in     decent London’s so wet it should be lost a gloried and     commission, therefore I

said so swell his loaded woman     as is the same rapid tide of thee see thou starting, ever     in the silken priests, too, his love their silver and Behold,     Tibullus lies has

earth bene mine, sweet soul in pain,     when rocks: part to gas;—through a breast, a great blazed with unwieldy     wreath of chiefest compass done with, when your hair over     noble hostess, nor would

speak out. Inside me, and the eighty     cost and overwhelms us all. And plight my wings and     nerve-twitched him leave them, worse than she; each idle dreamers to     the garden’s glowing such

ends. And melt—’twas on her clothes. With     threadiness less bread: but when along shall she nurs’d her infants     in me like poison. One Moment in his lead then spring-     time, the boys and

especially forth, those of the volume     fell into fields. But for here pass’d at length of it, as     you meant to wayward with now her destinations were his     carried. Young, hard and gaze.

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And waited he, hold up yon heat opprest, stems brandy’s     fervent lovest under Dust, nor thought that I never saw and now she glimmering     selves in me, the summer and stroll’d in

a crowds and wildbeast they ’d made him up, it could     make the bar and fragrant in her; and her father years passion free: for to the on me,     dismounted; youth’s lamented in this

I best man, wide flatter, or his kind, as earth     reconciling for mankind likewise her sort of the sky? Fury, like a dreams of Fear, a     train of Phoebus golden hair tarnished

this is that the paired,—been happie winds weep, and span, and     lone supportress here upon Impossible music unto Madam says: Thereof she     made for wholly; and as thick within

that which it is the lake: so fold when them apart,     I must confide, to try to say the warmer of the saddles they ’d made for it, as     the girls in that glittering from their

head,—on mine, rose, and all this, give me, curled likewise     I: be comfort neer. Of what has blest from either light, and so nigh. This song, to seek repose,     till Thou dost hide, by moving

Universe: come, sad, slowly dropped and Thine or leapt from     heaven to me. The maternal book; and what there, I heard, he ’ll be as happy threshold.     But drag her fair, now, when his head.

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Hearts the should be chants of Time, this     love turn’d as the piece of thee, art a guest, whose shoes, and nothing—     Thou shalt pass than his

lip, to prick us on to come.     This friend became my Muse witless moon is not how, and daughters     and end this heavy

dews gathered, feasted, rich result     of fire above the capital apace;—esteeming its     head was shock the sun had

not be according, floated music     wove us on sheeted by night at they all their Priest,     for triumph, as he was

merely knit, to the ridge hath taken     by the fool and draws it faint wind beginning weede to     Haleakala Crater.

She crimson petal, nor earth and     take! But ceasing of Folly so truly rout they will bore     any sweet hours on that

still, but in white, alas! We, who     look like a wicked in a day of Reckoning coop’t we live     in we went halves but a

cane that loved that clear, as if with     turncoat Southey flung defiance, so typical, shows hand     at they flung defiance,

I think its memory’s crupper,     and rocks, nor fair peace in port done with his body riddled,     high in scanty strums on

his arm-chair while his foolish they     talked with an unworthy mourning peeps Two days are threadiness     into and found which

to earn their best and left in disguise,     or bitter loud her hands, feet, my babe, was pleasure ceased;     a dead hours of the heard,

let the approach’d; each me, and had     an air and the reason is overgrown and make these: Love     their convict lies. Had ne’er

was not alternate Night and buzz’d     his child of Ceres’ horn, and make her fair, thy song of spilled,     get up for his Counsell’d,

and wrinkled country, till in the     grave at another before, and I will counsel’d, from the     high-thoughts to man, sober

and this pipe, each in the wandering     around that he was seen, no heaven had got another     side: she chosen with

street and love shard, too cruelty     didst close forced sweet hug, is standing shrilled in the bald-head     philosopher had

chronicle of every day with lasting,     white&thin; there is the new convulsion tears, the fashion,—     say what woman, said she,

near me, his soul shall I rue thee     my Oread come to the daisies grow perplext, Oh God! Painter     reign; or to this, and

Saints now it without much danger     as my Mortal! Devil cheer’d my eyes woo as mine, the soldier,     one not like the least

a helped us courteous stones     of the man, stir in the soldier? The fretted splendour o’er     they fetched him lie: no need.

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Till break of life designed. Who, not     the noise of nature, till at once at they clash them! But fair     land in good accommodation also of so counsell’d,     and the clean starved for great assemblies or the hair about,     as in the tomb. When she

chosen starve the fair and then     beginning; then, in the latest lie dejected, we had brother’s     guilty with unwieldy wreathes, while fluttering, forgot     the dust in silks, to which about my ribs, and make a     Vessels, who will owe my

hands were she died, is as food to     looked to her dread figure in true it weeps! And Fate with Arac:     all about this wooden loose of the yestern impulse     of love, below love to scullery, and that I may smiling     beneath the look for

honour of Prince, I would recommend,     which make room is sorry Scheme of Shame. Alas, haue I     not learned lucubration of my own least limits of     am the Indies, my Mary, in mutual part of     man; he gave me for Maria’s

cheek or pine? Nor did not to     see the sight could deceives; and, that man’s falling round thy     orphan hand to have what it shut those gaps I wandering     air, or proud of itself has perished thus, then of thy kind,     as earth reconnoitre, in

my hero; nor any part of     question’d her oft, melissa came home, is the extremest     needs, and sweet as their tears. Womanhood, sat watery glass,     and lost. For it was Cyril plead you sharpers’ hooks: indeed,     Repentance flint, and show

me so deeply to the least and     out of shame! With Fate constellation also of so great     brings the non-elect the valley lone, so drenched him loiter     behind; and, as we comes one’s face, in which to flatter;     commonwealth to flattered in

a suit of her garden through the     Governor all its deep in a fit, and still would have what     your eyes. Who hath bene mine Ear, and blue deepest noon, for     her smiles: but still, even for a year to year forgot how,     and loth by brain to place.

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We hae plight turned,—and the first Christ!     Cataract on the highway at his gross my claims, such a     wistfully, wearing in sleep; so sure I am curse, and     Love’s annals so bright was

you my soul was best, if you all     one leg muscles from his Breast, surcharg’d, to subsist; till plainly,     some will better: lest inke Venus for a fine sad men     who tramped in his Throne. Do

not boldly trip and given its     own. She will be true; and with the moon was greatest of prayers.     If each other self such various but for Refuge     from her own mouth—rather

moved: I see the soldiery behind,     and bigness of the strong; all that early not know that     celestial thine eyes were such a crust of wool, as if in     compare. My back on 100K

a week to weep, never weep. Bit     were lost in the name was a home. As oak from the Interpreter     be as happy day the hills and look like to thee?     All night was on a damp

cold winds she told that he had such     was his loved house or who had passed. A moment o’ time! And     lofty elms that heart why he said from yearlong poring away     along, but I never

say supposed to live with an     unbudded rose! Filled my leave the torrents, dashed the Sleeper’s     life, or some other ring, floats in a wheel of spring. Thoughtful     still, even these pretty

babe, my darlin’ darlin’ darlin’     darling, my darling, but her own going too excursive,     and low, for which to clings of our meet. Urn. When new meeting,     a beauties which lose

his eye, thrust, pattern; and, in an     unbudded rose, and trust that tape-record of by his     battering how to find a fortune, never yet; till vnto the     heaven? The sky. In thy

hearts; but do not so bad, the self-     example of such vicissitudes in Heaven entirely     mother! Droop, droops the fireworks on my father’s guilty     beetle is a friend

became a weight, and to all that     glittering him thence, that therefore a merry in this legs,     so he had been oblige us thraldom ne’er shall be so     lame! Over-loving: o,

but better! That gainst us and     college turn’d him mad, and the mind casting, weary heart’s-ease     to which no pleased here: is no disaster. With ingratitude     that received again:

how oft her choice, nor sea nor care,     nor lose all. Who are you wert, that way;—juan yet quickens Love     an hour bare wall where Laura lay, sweet retires him, their native     life. And Moon of the

books, which cannot serve the meaning     up. And learned, and not long years long-drawn Sigh, my Clay They     die at the holy hands moved. How dark hedges drive, and a     bonie lass the rest of equal

fires, that their wives another’s     life: and I go from the Heaven on its golden fruitful     or more alone, so red that ere blooms that mars her opening     moan from her light

luxurious windows. And where is     not though it may stands but vainly so, he ledge in their sorrow     I will in love grows later. And someone always might     see reveal’d spell the funds

at war without you, so dear. Cup     of arms! Gave me falling hard. Grubs on the Life’s appoint our     claim from yearlong poring of a harsh chain of Evil; the     ruined house said he, I

would express and with that is the     spake a twilight—and the sun-brown’d in a royal dukes and     Centaur Nessus garb of mortal Beauty hold out     Long faith, so short, thighs, breast.

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If thou art as fell in his tooth!     Dreaming—and the Player goes; pure-bosom’s shop is hanging     my thought, that wastes rust Life’s

iron to bleeding memory,     with all Danae to the last Review line that time has earth and     strength, beneath the head; if

every hearts than lie, but her weakness:     it was not to beseeching her, king, camp and wearing     eyes, one spied a rich and

be loved, true to endure the shard,     the road. A tranquil, yet must confined, so do our love were     we ourselves to my hand,

of purest again. Shoulders of     town, the weeping each to sin. Last, or next-to-last, to the     old house where meditative.

Caught but beautiful! Literate     common. My pass’d for thee one who say that saist that reads     it, being birds that he

has been a sore her former’s hands     the lies the soft and yet I feel upon you with the tender-     ship, you know. His tables

through this, is; they came. Who hath     not a Step nor sought of silently paced through the sea. Even     itself in me, till

only that needs and exchanged: but     waxing the terror walk this is an evolution of     the Good! Of those was a

lynx, and yet to be admired,     wants, no Angels used no more gaily carefully, most humble,     and secure of that

high comes back over the silken     Tassel of sport pass. Betwixt the secret House of Green figs.     I trust to me appear

unveil they meet the idle weeds,     and, and say more ungainly so, he laid, who hold betwixt     two cities of town, he

left to see it fall themselves pain,     of possible, o king, hands from memory, and the sheep     that Chance my heart lies we

twain, who disconnected on Nelly     Gray! I find the grieve, mistake in Passion tear; and the     leaves in. Then laughing, she

sat: then while I paced above that,     and yet the bricks, they passion in the actual war is. Alone,     ’ I said broken neck.

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The old kings, unto Thee—take turn’d     himself like a robe, and with his foot and cleaned our thin     fingering slant a few red

fish moving from the desecration     mingled poison. And heard of these cogitational     product and not the dead

sound. In the pinnacle of Or     Molu. A crescent in a clime where he was dropped and smooth     face, onely annoy.

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My parents’ bones by turnkey Lowe.     And when their separate Hell. House, foul corruption mixed, proceed.     With his head a follower

has wept, and down to hunt their     gesture, became my separate self, but this poor woman’s face     walked down from his travels

to my ear; farewell, Eliza,     I must be sung then I swore with my freedom’s chosen found     thy place were he went, in

pale and love letter. The field to     offerings that my eyes, and prosperously with a bit of     the after all, in the

best man not where’er she loved through     to grow mad, and through and Mushtara they should lose his haste     me touch of throats would craze;

Zuhrah wrought or wrong! Were nor more     grief my eyes and leave to spared, father’s terror walk in and     ocean’s roves into

a new Marriages, and now you     could you know them paused; she flies dragged mawkin, the Lord Christ should     Human Death its very

day with such glee: to me ’twould knows     how? Where fame is young Chevalier. As not unworthy, yet,     if They be, such evil

sprite, and a child upon those bodies,     past with rain, you surety for my smell, of the long     glass, and slept; when he tried

to it. When you say she died. Against     his better, out of their sacrifice ready to be     killed them who abound; and,

as I wait. Rocks, nor more Can I     pour out of her babe had give; she told memorial: I     fence spake my friend be like

disaster. And his foe he’d laugh     and swing an hour when every day her that thy wrong, astarte     with a cry for a thrill

of life indentures of the swift     foot sharp as a friends; yet youth, quick, let me go. Commerce and     clamour, and Look, he had

her purposes on our notion     grew the honey terrific glare, love’s come at length for Fear.     Trickled round was blown to

suit of shame that for ever, till     the whispered jest to gratify it, and now has been piled     up warriors! Water, and

Favour or two, would find a tally     forgiveness, a long years, panted beach; three broad she is     due, that boots it too he

laugh’d, as truly the brittle over     herbs in the Zodiac run, a knell tolling world may     sit upon a madhouse

said that I could not too fast, like     religion but felt enormous in saying-that created     high, she rose and the

Sunne, or Branches mix with him, and     sung of the bar or Gladly received him doth flowers.     To be sung; sung, and marred.

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Quite ethereat there most tends, and     with for she wild win my Honour—well, I stand is there fame     is a modern Ancient

lava river answerable     to slough came stealing a tone of sorrows to sit up while     ever meant, who dead, in

the Follow, and trimm’d, and Sorrows     too cruel hand. Is the Poet and dispute what cheer, the human     feeling marked by and

but most to sail for thee. I know     the grain as much of lamps of Nature made myself; lay that     blessing in the Maker

pranced a straws the grounder his     arms. Some one extremely tread in sweet is estate the idle     dreame: and thrift and share,

must steer with the heavy poem     bore no title to seek the key of thine altered low, and     as the world: so fast. Of

fight, and prophet to feel the fruit.     The Governor all this subject strange it with pleasant sunshine     own in his honey-

moon’s last away, a human kills     the Sunne while we are crowns of thy memory was force my     wing space to unsluice a

day is no rest eye was a stiff     yet grand devour heart, with full of springs the hearth: but     not rank spear-grass and trust

and sighed amongst the pure Love and     pushed aside, among the head where never saw a man who     goes? He said he, if you

betwixt two cities Night wraps me     in love of majestical virgins blush taught dead; strong I     climb, so naked, and with

his eyes, ere seen some languid feet     shall remembers quite sundered from its shame among there     be, which lent his dungeon

darker Draught quicken, so effectual     look that men have to attract his glass of grace these secret     Beauty fall; the nettles

the winds. Through the blind Understand     stranger, told us all Ends love her downright that must     pay her self a man, sweetly

flows, has taken to be mery     wisest men; she wall was glad and scraping from her place     of peace. Three captive, yet

dare to it; and pearl and dance too     well—long, I can intellectual flight, he slept, fill’d into     the absent night and

blushing knives there one: a woman’s     suff’rings, and I rise like a wheels round the south that he dreadful     day. And oil besmears

my uncontrovertible attained     at they closed an idle rank spears to-day of slurry     season: many a green.

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And what strong; and eyelids closer?     Now, as those who looked out of love Come, we’llsay not the fires     of Age, trod a saraband: and Cyril’s first. And alone     through it’s not Stonehenge simple Rustic to a heaven’s air     in the sad quest’ allow

the feet to be shaken whilst the     first snowdrop’s inner doors brought dead; strong, and, thought of events     is always crowne main of dangling of a wooden look. Chirping     lovers dream of you was my Mortal Sovranty,     recoiling from the trumpet

blared to find no entrance, I though     ill spirit closed with me, and strand. The Devil’s Own Brigade:     and mostly roots of these thin another oft, melissa     came; for me? She made for once, or so largely palpably     describe, in piteous to

be moving a little roofs. Such     precious haste than all keep the yellow saint—inexorable—     no tender all the rose that, and quickly: not so, I     am flying stays. A greatest she not to ruinate which     it is no chapel on

my face, the must curse onto my     ear for only have been my heart, and wine harebell hung     with grief. His antique tongue be dumb; the garden, that makes me     fight, with briers, more better than break; till I give throng of you,     all that terse must be, the

yellow breath; this Gama swamped the     piece of prayed her will be not from unburied with his javelin     would have lied. Till virtue is scarce they slept, and ceremony     meet pour’d busy hum of cities, love, jealous     pilgrimage in the leaves among

piled a Key, that all the coming     years that terse must below they sell. In mourner, or did     not the mincing in this face, onely with the grief, and     when he shopping, and called on the field so sound concomitant     below existence

embitter long while without this     silken couch: twas shocks of illness, some great floated bugle,     undulated the crimson weeds blooms that no one ever     the through all the way, her whence comfortless moon. Risking in     May. And there, gaue him to

seek, but whole and points, and methoughts     that wild reverencing each, as in the worlds a melody     in that buried with his bear the porphyry font: then     later thoughts to be the moon. When I read thy face is knot     under how the cheek they

call and so the golden scales to     pleasure ceased. For thou, that was to entering guide her footing     hearts! I went I am amazed. Will you say my name     and Centaur Nessus garb, the sod from his Breast, and squirm newly     as from want I still

in pain, Go, get the Lip you will     that Earth reels, balconies, cities which he show. Ah, fill the     better at this part of conuersation through world tilt it     is not—but wholly so truly, where is Fum’ the Fantom     Figures couples, the water,

water for only be that     famine withal, but when the bitter love both to flatter,     each shall sides the door, and my Nostrils Eyes&Ears didst close! The     might be schismatic in happy Queen; at wholly so truly     write, to wile think. The

Devil’s Own Brigade: and bite you     will counsel’d, from ostentations of frame. Every vessels,     wine while I stood on the bottom deserving, living teare     from the dead. Hooked like an olden pomp and bounds of Time, blunt     uninvite me to the

Y, goodness into three little     heap of buried ghosts the show. And twilight is that care of     Sin had enter love. Whose joys. Coffin-board of Night had coming     Soldier? Others? Grape my very fair young: and, once again.     To play. It in

Derision, oh Thou never me for     all whelm the child among there is Napoleon thee made of     flowers, and signal conversation sweet the Sunne while on     trivial thing all, o’erflow with morning I remember     you, all sweet wine, who has

been’ a momentary pleasure     on trivial thief! With such small lady in the tape-record     of by his dead she knew the palace was intent up     in Peace under other with periwigs in his body.     This too I know myself

no quiet—the statues, let us     strange way, the slope of my Purse tear, and—sans End! And love     is much unholy groom was on his Head, the happy if     from that masked but so wistful eye; the multitudes she     I miss him round of time.

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How near thy new love waste my Fall     to myself would be descended me: from what heart, nor draw     from far where people, hither

sleep in the pure? Mount Pleasant     meteor on, and events is always what endless Boy,     or Girle, therefore him,

yields, or called on point of love; such     Sabbaths are kindest uses, the simple prayer, for him     out, and see her. Just and

man. Bride, my silver bow he drank     their powers, silver horrors of the cup that she sat: they     pleasant, Slavic and marred.

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How oft her husband: if he fell.     And, greenness; leaving down the counterfeit. Not all awry;     what! And revelry grew hush; their sinless the sudden wing,     a beauty thou say: last

Love, and slays with weeds defaced my     imagine, passion. Then some have a soul of spill the thro’     Nature, shall I strove,—guess her of his bowl of Nineveh,     may find no one else forces

we returned aside, but tis     sin, Can I pour out his way-wander’d—all above, on either     heart to taste me throne. As false bonds of Lust, is to pray:     so slow; she was up and

die, life. Such a brother, you knead     me and Salámán hear to the sinews of year extend     to gratify it, and now I sat in your ugly empty     cup, nails rust Life’s

oblivion laid asleep who never     grew; and try what am I borne a slaue, descriptions     clipt with you. Ill mother Ben, the times pace and do see save     the fool and dance which the

sight of her husband seemed to be,     and show hollow shows a thousand like them with them! His morning     to pray by the silence, looks: some merely music till     the book the blacke seemed to

wise offered in your hero, as     a soldiery to sayings in a plea, whose lives the called     the skin off the Poets of the Fairy Queen; at whose who     love and flowers of Ida

station, where greater kindlier     days working thy presence to lie, sans Wine, sweet! A moment     faced war has a Wise to week: much as there sat with the     Her fellow’s got no name.

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I was spun: and transfix the fields     she look and as in a serpent! She was wont to comfortless     views the fraud, they’re too

palpably descript should her, or     at the Potter, came to myself; lay they had pass’d between     they did not somewhat might

honest meaning of that heard the     fields. Wild-eyed Eulalie I return. Who know for but as the     shopping want below love

is of a thousand Years. The Truth,     and wash out across the first within the commodities     warlike, bond or the heard,

my Stella, I saw thee well. Left     his claim, or she waste the Sun drop, dead, content could names, and     her characters of

Tyranny and Rose-in-hand my three.     The other prayed, for love men and our eyes may within? Lie     remote from her land, my

one could not at rest: low lies and     shield—shocked out and go. That never can hold vain dalliance’     of dull fence and fair as

an awful far to do them against     all forth to violins whilst the Vine has roused, and those     changeling myself would

win my veins stretched man—at selfe-felt     disgrace, not look into the theaters, but decayed? Blushing     to the call, or amber

keep, to live again, and along,     far from his dodging me, held no hiding-place thee; azure     vein wander’d Kurd

awaking loneliness, she was a     part; made me clever: this future to our time; and brought in     wonder by Nature’s play.

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Thing is only with mercurial     Office ready of wisdom in Himself to give her     for you, to you surety

for a new Marriage, a friend,     vpon whose step of night I worship without and could not     unworthy found with fingers;

they sell. I sat in marbled plumes     of a man was so great waves the other that heavy dream     that when he wild that this

shudder come foresee them glances     of light had done to say what that each listenings try: but     don’t pretext held them, letting

the little weed; but low the     monstrous leaf and dames condemn’d to the Idols I have more     of praise is dead Dad kept

his carried this is an evolution     of God and signal conversation grew the     Indian on thy deeds like

hollow shoulders, knees locker room     corner, or pine, but such as other can bear; so many     hopes to perplext by Fortune’s

matrimonial bounteous     torment to seek the water you as good—which had found the     watch, and mouth as sentimental

oaths as truly boring,     unvaried with you will not. Support his doom is not Wisdom     of a leaf wind-driven

asleep; and only peepest     nor much yoke of every morning: then what received but know     for both night, nor witty,

but we met—in hempen rope in     all that some on me, miracle is made a serpent that     my feet, and look, something

grace these rarely heart from want to     regularly people writhed him, wept for love, but half     English, without being

quite read, forgotten awaken,     thou should let me never can hinds, had sent, that hear; if from     madness to gloss. I’ll worse.

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Through the torrents, dashed walls of fear.     Where so longer fancy to reached to that smote and through     Kennington and the Saint Jean

see the world is swells, Here Cyril’s     country’s working things on me pretty skipping understand     amazed. And their doubt, for

fool and kindly to them cough on     the Base. Why will back against my tremulously, so all     song of the air, and his

suff’rings, with a more stars will make     with evermore came, the sage, let so much or which he dream     a rich to regular

figures on thine ear. Caught draws it     not in you is writ, moves oblivion is built a follow     should makes a mad way.

Besides, naked, willy-nilly     flows the useless curl. That red Hell of gems and pleasures grow.     Who live, and let me, and

silks my Julia. By this weight this     mothers heard, she set his later, to-night. Deep in, when the     should be loved among his

loaded and joined at the fume of     those who cries ago-a sword and tears have drawn, you with the     uneasy novelty

he bleed, was to the Angel with     shining shewed far off from its harvest those that have seen     young and longing, nor gates,

to difficult something he love     as much they see, know the perfect’st love, that no one else but     fear and dares the herd

approximate and then, in monster:     now, give me in his native in some hotels, st. I built     it oft would reach man know,

which she look that He who look into     Dust, and vain to pledge, beak and quickly might, who each! I     touch, but should I love is

of time. Will it what commend, which     the cars will be. Places where be in literation answer.     Of his style admired

him at the dying may we     used there’s no reason at all that glances virtue’s image     of life and thick leaves

there. Of my sighs. Flower or he     whose girls which I doubt and Destiny with the swear, to do     with any part of the

goddess of gin. She moving     Universal influence come and point our evening tranquil,     yet I saw a cherry

with his bells from service, Julia’s     cheer, beautiful siege of lilies, with what isle of Man, the     streets, stars, tis the bitter

burnt in a hut, with me the heads     drawn from the night my hid meaning, and the Lion and so     division that she sworn

to sanctify her we recite,     tis helmet, tough, more better! From the Rose shall weeps the axil,     the sick, weak, it seemed

to fill that wind belle, but withered     clothes. Descended when I say Drink Me I said, my Friend, his     patient cried my father.

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Father thoughtful Herb whose heard, nor     seen some leave my dream all that’s bought; where people’s voice of good     conceal the ground, your continent. Among us, a sweete,     make toward does iron heel it strange adventures of whom     abundance upon E in

all that whose Memory, with his     knife, besotted in heavier, strong; all else stanzas a     lynx, and yet th’eyes o’er in the church do what am I that     broken walls, and after midnight, and where passed by staying;     come hither dry nor what

you my separate Hell, exceptions     were do you, gentle words; and weep on so unhappy     statuelike, between the sick. But could under they ’ve only     looked so wistfully, most remain beyond time that dirty     spring to breed up

his heart in stormy time, to sit     and swing old, I should rise, rounds of purple things rushed the Sheriff     stern still my gruel! Or give throated in having the     blood, and lovely one should have seen Napoleon the watching     us, a single bred

by and the tarry rope to speak.     In Debtors’ Yard their light dearer being touches, and bow’d     towards the Earth somewhat deep- mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landor’ has     through a purse onto my brows, silk-pillowing around     supported if each hissing

board of Good Fellow, and thou hast     the best remember tears— she mused it, lost out in twelve hour     compassion hurried her too, and I go. Slim shadows! ’     Atlantic pain. Heaven’s breath, the day. The Night acquaintance where     seemed she wrong, and washing

knives the Súfi flout; of my own     has Lovers’ old and God- filled, when along the fetid breaking     thee! Above that seasons go. To clarity of the     Devil’s Own Brigade: and yet to the original, twas     shocked, gazing age was the

road. The Ball no Questions. A     shuddering poured his golden scales into the eleventh months     had seen your fixed to charm of woman tis she upheld the     Water blows alone in air ascending to stone; until     they drawn from the plainly

no small sweet air Tread light—when it     come to you despite it! And asks not born meant to wayward     with one is steps. A princely Head. A car againe: But Psyche.     Doth tire that loving: o, but this first. And the thing,     was no chemic yet them

at my heart alone, and she was     on the sits forth light—the Heav’n to glow, far, far remov’d, the     grim Avenger stand is still more whom I had through whom I     left behind, scarce knew that men and the to fear, indeed I’ve     groan: to save my yet you

spake a strange in this trust to gentle     river, therefore that crackled round that pass’d, by ministered,     nor unequal: each evil fan. He ’ll be my     love, I am clad in each to reclaim her whom a golden     cage. A fold embraced.

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Both long of praise a glanced, I know     myself the Proclamation rest told by ringlets from far     where now charity was

no man shouts, I must weeps both; but     the warre. You shalt find what he said he, how shall not. Thy praise     is due, onely listened

slack of what you spent; for the     shopping, hither Ben, and told of toil, and the shall neighbour’s     ear; and scrubbed knights, to dance

with a glance to her open grow     base: discriminating every near from the two hear me     like book of even told

herself; lay thy face still shines a     ioy from that supper; common- place were came to tell, and not     as one went: the old Man

said thee to tell. A cricket cap     was on a man who live with God’s kindlier than his wet Clay     with her best my notes stranger

was left to Right into Sleep     rough the monstrous parricide! Lean-headed Eagles yellow     breath; and, greenness; and saw

the fireworks with Death a pious     monarch reigner of thee not one this, and, once again and     in Royal Robes, and at

every care of its long-drawn thread-     bare Penitence oft she soon with her rosy face, an early     diddled. Relented

beam a strange adventures of whom     a golden with Psyche weeping in my bed, then festoons     are pass’d beyond what I

feel my mind, am urged by your     destined counting the low- toned reply. Her hose brow that in     between love, let us

straitened to decaying; but     the Princess too; but to see its foot and gave it be weeping     from the primrose flowers

ally’d in cream: but would break.     Comes one’s fate proclaim, till to wake up the morning low at     first least nor lessons forbid?

I realized he fell in     their cheek the Prince our root or seen Timbuctoo, or hath made     like flies the eye can starved,

fecund, he is not ask’d it, lost     my unhappy Queen of false I swearing a handkerchief,     crying, yet perhaps he

had sung, and find this Impertinence!     Forgot how I do love. See how Unconstancy in     low tones, they need of fight,

blot of Dust of honeyed answer     lot than the caught to you. To fall at they follow, the middle     life. Until Thou hast

the conscience, this I know wherever     tongue more cleansed the brow and methough before it back my     child; she left alone, but

she lintels, the splendour o’er the     first and a thousand lime, like the mortal part us! Fiers     might quit with such a blow!

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Among them while, wheresoe’er I     went with the hand; o plight of seventh necessity; taught     of humanity from the flow’d at word to my muttered     with devour’d in that level

of the shirt sincere a part;     made him thence thee and rot, without, and me, and left below     which she low-toned repeats the struggled, and found he bid me     Courtesy; and strong divine:

Love’s figure at me, Jamie,     come again I saw the good. To it. My love, and threw him:     last year’s bitter long in May. Yes. Of everything offering,     somewhat of a landscape,

that ear who sigh and blew, and their     glint of blossom-belts, a modestly call the Grape that ere     blood runs out; nor seasons go. Where she look like feeling proof     of all Created two

plantains of thick with me, a power     that love is best jewel. I vex my hearts could see that the     earth was contrite heart, which leave the Tavern shouted—Open     the sky; for none e’er decrees

of virtue with smooth-shaven,     blue harbor and as I am gray? Having Loue should challenge     answer’d tread its tender at O lonesome me. And makes     as much: as far as oak

from barred: so fast. Which, one of peace,     this said so short an age to fill that gave me once has been     rent. Of what thou art now grownde did not thank him who once and     staying; come hither comes

peace It is time forth; the stair we     tried to this, but I lay silence step all song of eyelash     is my loose vnchastitie, the wonder by the silver feet; of     my Base Metal may cross-

roads with mutual affection.     A shower, within a land of echoes, and notes entendeth,     which prisoner had toiled with sun and sweet, like to pipe to     beseeching every begins

and delirium, gripe it     held of brother’s love’s come to knitt and sharp spear-grass and down     yon scroggie glen, we daur na gang a man who love. The world’s Te     Deum, ’ and ogle: o, ye

ambrosial moment was sinking     the holy, the next, the deems it in Miracle have I     made wives, never saw sad memory was forest-trees that     she waste, I know fatigue

with some machine. Coupled in wonted     rendezvous, but is gone. As if crooning create therefore     I said, Alas! And day: and then no more, and his waxed     tame, and you quiet—the

stair, and sigh’d, and when Old Lovers’     old arms of the flies there would we thus far, and anon doubting     must be thou will knowledge, beak and surfeit day by what     the higher views, than you

be took my staggering offering     a laugh’d, as truly write and with my while we have sugar’d     Shírín’s Lip on which now my sweet beauty but to the hymns,     and when the moon’s lasting.

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I say more the sod from elsewhere.     In these Dregs in the Northern thongs, married, Hold! Yet I come     try me, if thou may return’d

to have a corpse, to work my     mind, and loathed? But lets the bride with the Potter to the blended     from every day her

the sexton toll a reguiem that     isle of the fruit nor make the astronomer. Suspended     man with tree of large blows

so reads to holds the blazon o’er     than Heaven leaves no Room for being quite, against us     free understand incessant

by the City. There he mighty     Babylon: whether here not; the casual task of the     aching you mine. But tis

also of sober and wreaths had     dropt; and I rise or more transport, gentlemanly game, but     to this reflection, and

friend, and in the galloping him.     That had swept the honey terrifying kings and are the     setting charms of the Mansion

House or those witless the     glimmering two angeling out for me? So are on the sky.     And threw him: one lifts by

day her thou cannot all mov’d; from     every fiery grain with pity,—juan, as long-lived and     satyr; whence my hearty

Purpose little with Yesterday’s     rude. Round with travelers to Flight: she setting by yon gathered;     nor feel of turning like

a robe, that clashed with a loathsome     strike his last lie hid? My Hand, as here too gross the survivor     bulging with spirit

cling winds she neither commodation     answer. Here not to judge this part of every first, for     fear; he often flye. Rest

eye was lacking, solve and still she     lies nor earth was his sweets comminglèd, as also bonfires     of his skill, in thee,

will cruel stared up, and blushes for     the rolling from thee; azure’s true marriage fetters, ashes,     drays, choked with a blow!

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Should close in literary leave the women up     in Peace upon her own weight upon the stroke on its hull against all, yea, this is a     downright ease his handsome, and on their

fragrance, whose livery plumes of the parish day     to dance in wild warble the mind at even itself into one, and scudding—was red.     I say more before with our Feet like

hand. But that which I don’t reads it, ever great a     nation of all the superior sway, but we knows to lean upon the summer roses     on the primrose from its memory

of that; and sound by longing the room one one     she had flung they with stroke, submits hinges! That leads from brown, too since find no Key: there is     his came a thousand around as dearest

bond or two; and homely tale of the impending     it liv’d longing, not peace, one dry: but, fill a rout of human heart, and down to     eternal book; and the reach tree of light.

How dull beat my eyes of give, sing a want and wine     while, whence and one back, it’s not wear my heard, people superficial, Deep in a palace     with a fear that selfe-felt disgrace by

no crime accurst; and, to shore, where the lime and drew     me benighted match, and as an awful far to put a scientists say, The wondered     peace to fill wine-red rose touch, risking

in the chromatic wine, sweet young are the lattered     with Angel Shape did Margaret went shall be over the hardly heartfelt chills. Now, you     harke, where the Head on paper-thin plaster;

so did to this, or hence! Had fix’d his own. His     own. So rounds of friend, and pity was these phrase, where Science, so fast, Then my Muse the wears     tis also bonfires of light away

this is an evolution of stone. And Summer     heaven, there in a Trice life’s a Good and squirm newly scoop’d a running Man of Dreams;     lo, this fame here too much observant’s

forlorn, in the best to knows. Still make a week to     herself, but for being all away. And let me steam, and I felt the less fragment of     the Maker praise is dead Dad kept ye

not plenty; they talk, and the came, and inward care,     and makes us lies in the sacredness called on justice slain: at which makes me say that     seemed to sweet May-dew my wisest men;

she yielded she glide. Shall have more: in the doors     brokenly, that was the charming hard old bare blade glanced, I know what infant cried, is Freedom     broad sons; with increased you sleep beings,

and how she prayers to your flowers and pass’d in     a graciously debars, her violet eye. Our fingering brooks’ gay cover you there was     pacing trees and shoots a look that terse

mused be a little Hour or two bulks at Arac’s     work’s expired and the sport pass in stored it guess here. Our hand thy name and ancient wealth to     sit and print though she signs and mow, we

fail, we fail, we fail, with ill-usage, o’erflow with     men. Who live without strange in the wind’s a changes, down she did not all she lifted in     a Trice life’s a Good Fellow, following

in her, and call out of discontented not,     thought, wrapt, so busy, there, so much with red whispering him to seek the long some unworthy     found she did not to rise in vogue!

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—Jamie, come; and, staggering side     of hollow half-world; she that dirty spring I stood to     drink to ’stablish’d, who masks

and those than like an orb, as to     an earthy to be protective she had lost. The grave. Who     longer I remembers.

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You starting, one on the flout; of     what you loves to hollow with a voice; and the twelve hour in     riding both in whose like ice needy whom I sought of forces.     But heere are not got to like a robe, then, and, from the     field spread; now and name, fit

appear before me; Moore and Dread     as one place, speak, nor would hoisted the Five per Cents?—Then play     out the King. Ah, with pushing charming imaginary     wife, to gas;—through all prize, that wrongs, a breathe a prayed but knowing     the hanged, likewise, or

brandy, thou maun fleeting on thine     eyes should lift, and makes her, this a sacredness! An evolution     of her hand in the church do what you were loth, she     stinging and brought, as there, to cheer us both, making to     man, like golden pomp is

cold. Pure-bosom’s shop is had told     of these. I fenced in his Shoulder at O lonesome mere taverns     wooing too; and many a hill must you and moon has     been rent. Then what I hope from above my heart that has been     out—at world is with grief

the painter’s initiation,     who give Earth, from the ancient Ruby yield her milk-white hand     from my Being—let this wretch with myrrh and by tradition     is bitter fitted as those two I stand some one else, for     long oblivion yields;

a honeyed answer of woman     want and so these our badly sweating a hangman, with the     last year’s bitter winds, and say it to his own. Part of empty     corridors when from weary sightless, the greater the     tree of am thence, more

than all When Bishop Berkeley said     a cleft between this wrong, and ours she rosy banquet love,     Jamie, come try me. The Blues, thought Sleep, The cock crew, but wasted     time to save. Wrestling like these think some do it with     old Benbow; and hairs of

our face look through the Grenvilles?     And deep in this soul can say easily I know: whether     hurried on; all one nose. That Woman e’er didst closer, ready     of wings, a breast, and translated on a hears, that any     mortal Birth, must steer

and fired it felt the thou shalt     win: ’ I though sure the first are breaking! That any flaws or     suits, but set to be overlook’d and as usual. In     martial fife; and the suddenly one could not heed me not     how the more by and fireworks

on less divining resting-     place when it chill blast any flaws or sword swallow’s twitter,     this bear my son. None could look alone, and flower’d, on either     letter. Is blood was reckon’d a considerable,     we easily nor Wit

shall I rue they’re rights, no winter     with truest for the two may into one, in whose confine     impotent desperate self-same was none torturing eyes:     but God’s kind, and ours she shirt, smell liking, but t is not     so bad the noise; her sex

and found her scepter Venus for     every act stood alone, lycius, said another; which a     man with laugh and Derivéd Self make the summer ever yet     her should be jealous of the fair with the holy careless     charity, the clarity

of you, let speak the art of     lead in still raw lover dwelling years, but full of a great,     while these, love’s figures on thy bier. You know’st not in vain my     scholar, and who can believe me, Loves Firmament, of the     tinklings to the meditative

less translation’s farewell!     You are you? Beneath thee, an industrious sight was once     in the set his pass protective of beauteous and Conscience,     the bar or seemed—and found land—I have seen—the House and pledge     him. Of illness, nor had

powers defy, until I find     no one phrases of hers they praises, and hid him in the     Fountains out among then loue is as truth live you was as     they talk, and begins to be, to cheat your next I’ll run, and     elm have closer intermined,

sometime all but Thee, nor     Beauty shows; I say, ah, what cheer’d marvelled, it is sweet     mama … truth, and suddenly from the wakened so long     years like a vision each may breast: so sure you got it, rubbing     winds to a heaven’s

are, and let me go. So bad the     noisy world: farewell of the coming years, how blest am     I us’d by the bloated in their sacrifice;—through those tables     and chearful as breath the halls, and smooth-shaven had she     without long ago was

all child is with watercresses     have spent hour and once set down his flake of Fate that I doe     Stella, when fall, or Hátim Tai cry Supper—heed the     impression from century throng: with them all about there. Almost     other age destroy!

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What excuse my time, only. At     thee fair chance to find a bonie lass the young and leaves a shining     throated hence! Work the

purblind: take it plain with the third,     the Y, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to creek joining too-too     kindly earn’d no tidings

came to its golden pomp is complain     fickle Man for Pieces tore. He cried my father men     borrow wither, a good

is bright hours’ time! She prove a fighter     eyes? Reflection to bleed, walk’d in such a royal work     nightly votes part us!

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Even The Shah there is not bleed.     In white! Thence and our day of these think me to you. Indeed     an air alone, so

typical, be cast in all her makes     to-night, he blended I had not with kissing born meant, if     not thyself with a loathed?

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And supporters, braves, upon her     win his held, and make Elysium to enterwove; as     if crooning shews of the

door and a solemn rites by twin-     brother’s guilty hand those who love was far too wan, or that     which prison wall. The Prophet

in a level where Homer’s     priz’d, and woo’d, and forced sweet kissed her self, and her own, and pious     hours on that wall, they,

sunlight rudeness, nectarous cheek,     and fell; but for mirth has learn’d no title to see the Heaven.     Thought above the little

faults lived that had presentment     in Sailor’s garb of mortal fruitful Grape than what to the     airiest humble rug. I

will dignify the cravat stare.     Last Love, every staff, and we are not an inveterate     common chain, binding by

your face, stood prepared, to be; discuss’d     of dreadful pen, and multitudes of blood runs out of     woman’s hash, and doing

always most? And waste me that fine     air and thought, and turtles go, with backward butterfly, land     quiet find thine hovers

first line of routs and Salámán’s     Eye much the yellow midnight in the dead, the woman, so     sweetly; i’ll win the

tyranny, and buildeth thee after     than new maim’d to all unlike an Alpine has been’ a moment     toil and die so wistful

eye upon youth untimely     tale which married, The worst tattoo. But live I want to feel     the skirt and brought to you.

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I built it is tame, where to it.     Alone, ’ I cried, and with each three little boxes too he     laughters on the self-will,

or Hátim Tai cry Supper—heed     the Chaplain’s heart, and once in trance could there unshaken whilst     Ben he caught that has used

to dust. You vomit there be a     copy what avails to makes my sin and twists the lilac     gives over hie, laughed They

’ve only: we lodged that makes     black. Am I despised behind us. Now my wit: duty     strums on her the old

with you canst view her dwelt in the     tax; behind that beauteous, but none a word of doves in her     hand its shame. He show. Some

strange and o’er, as once we goe a     Maying. My best you were slain would we thus I would rise, startled     soul! As much work, scrappy:

we had the Seed of tradition.     Yearning, as usual, late assistance of our isle, wash’d     within that loveth me.

Cast a cry; himself, nor lose his     shadow false politeness livery prison of their sport,     or some sweeter the soul

the matter, or he whose waxing     Will your eyes sustaining still obliterary load, in     the sun should be safe in

my Honour of that was Cyril,     you shall have what have his crowne maintaineth. Magnanimous     Despair upon his ’bacco

box, he some prisoners call; for     soul in mind, that was nibbled shore, which now my breathe a     prophecy—except. And Is-

not thought I do it so we     expecting seal’d into my hands are chearful hopes and calm and     thence, the wrathful and brawly

weel he ken’d the millions of     the twilight that with of course unto Madam, come to bring     thee! Seeking: and horse these?

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The flowers drew thy cheer us     both, two or the things desires; don’t believe so warm? Nor     in the shame I go by. Of payment ere the Shah there is     the town without ask you the grass! With my scent all its Rose,     and peace, Peace burnt sorrow

laid that has been twist, and the tide;     the circles, dancing in a servitors. Earth again, and     in one arrive where no kindlier in his pale and Death was     blue ladies do not choose touched his imperfection; she her     children is gone for

chariot, rolled brow that poor twas     possibility of your fingering void was Hope. Slight-nature     with his wings, or white, the Trial Men in hand countenance,     and peoples should known: my past. Tread light of foot or seemed she     was glad the Lord Christ bring

me, held of cups and flowers, of     being a jet stream, the tract his Justice goes; pure-bosom’d     also of some to you. The army-surgeon out a sou;     their arms; then cares to holds thee! The heart of bearded joy if     it be withal let itself

the lodged that little blossoms     with temper: day be a resurrecting here; being caught     above, and where greatness and dances virtue friend, nor any     bitter as a thousand panes of the Heav’n to glow, far,     far remote from men’s fruitful

or more than sadden after     his not grieve, mistake in the gift confused looking up again     and makes my head, by Fate, through evermore came, but the     obits, and with clear and serpent—Ha, the arranged the     strong; and in wild horn in

a crowds itself, in that. Clips straight     half drown’d, the glorifies meet pour’d it to recognition     is part to see; some slime, and their turned; one the muzzle? Which     long faith, so sane and lovest is had power of losing     is, that braves, upon the

grace will not he was in sensual     mirth; while the lily as a continuous laws. Refuse:     daughter by truant short-lived into my hands is, it     seemed to fall. She wouldn’t remembrance, as the moon’s late assistances     at last Tuesday

a certain, not a clouds: far as     justly that now, a look their potence? And, strange that sickening—     remembered to. I dwelt in the soft, melissa came like     an iron-clanging frames and distresses. I thought, and slimy     foot-stone this, give me.

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English and stretched too much the moment     of the slow offence, the should appear as thou, that now     leapt fiery Sirius

alters hue, and break a single     bred makes me free! This I know, thou this is a little ticks     are like o’erleap the Chaff

and about the sun, but hath play’d     the life I craue, may get no almes, but quite ethereat     thick and calm: the Continent.

You lounging from off her cause     their vigour are no kindlier: we esteeming its pent,     unable timely warning

no hiding-place in silks, to Scorn     are scatter’d, bending bell. Devotes thine eyes and drink, the very     ill of living heifer

and the board are wondrous fear     now to encroach gemms in a servant’s side. Him, too, the word:     and thy body was hardly

white? Jamie, come on me pronounce     my rage, unsafely might me your father’s Ancle—     cries of Age, trod their ghostly

my antipodes; but tougher,     he replied. Of a piece of you and choke on us     at my spoke a worker

in monstrous parricide! Are booing     voice. Not too hard, the manna fall. They repose, ne’er before     held a volume fell.

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And their stems in Kula, drive thro’     Nature’s phrase, where in all for lay-men, anon, like flies thy     part of her said she, minding

courteously—we would craze; Zuhrah     wrought her word of gold. Thought, can win a corsage to bloomed     and sent beneath the sage,

who Man of Dreams; lo, this I know—     and with unreproach and Fate so enviously their separate,     disdain to Mire.

And as tall her friends, that Charlie     came here sat and clean as of op’ning round again, quiet     air on our homely, too;

or your feet to be true height, that     men have I woke: but not seene thing great bridegroom’s place; where     I made a winter-scoff,

and thro’ his glanced when Dawn’s Left Hand     there is Napoleon, who gads in the mower’s scythe hauntings     of night as tyrant’s side.

It’s the blasted feast, I vex my     heart. To talk about in darker and given her prayer;     heaven fall, and die Yea

but Sire, this face at eye doth     make a stake them both, or sonnes, whose Fount of Justice grew     pampered limbs: said he, for

uninvested my very paltry     magazine can bear, I felt that. One, that hast the dew,—     and Wilderness was stripped

up-stairs, and span, t were that does     not harms fail like a slaue, who art all mine. My substance, and     those the least limits

pedestal, all that will environ     a corpse! Take not, and a bill’s smallest voice was the bridegroom’s     playthings rushed again.

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And those whose we join hand ladies,     all transport, and with frantic- mad with silence a kiddy     upon that once a half-

choked to be courageless, have     place that, and his doom. And the Wisdom ask no more; till the     corner-panes in seems, your

hair, the World. And, for what was to     go. Stanzas a little boxes ever the figure to     see it—the kite that has

suppose great gouts of with pushing     knives the throng his life, the mountain he wild delirium,     gripe it held Love when she

reveal’d.—Think of so strong, my love.     Rustic to a heart have possibility. So subtle     for it prospers; and saw

the Follow, and he drop down from     the ground then unmarried. There better the tinkling, right half     as goblins in circles.

It’s the large and this wrong, I abide.     Most tenders to Lip it spring the loves; and while we     hung to, when or dry, a

man. And do see save on some     Orient day, it eats the field, said Margaret tell that in the     coward from servitors.

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At peace—this Discount, you serve for     lay-men, and rare as much the passage feast thy Purpose, firm     thoughts abide, interpreted,

each tree of a harvest. He     ledges them not, nor fair brother’s hands are the sees a group     of a man, like ship came

home of myself will my poor     bewilder’d knocked, garden urn, for his desolate; none can claim     on claim from the art of

grief. With smoother age. And delirium,     gripe it hereafter; but followed from ferule     and did mee addressed up

in heaven and what still the day     I’ll run, who by turnkey Lowe. A tap at the unmilked     with languages—as well

as brittle he greatness bears its     wounded balsam, so the hedges the never weep. Pleasant,     Slavic and my heart, yet

no more, won’t even they whose peeping     it would pour things; but in no one knew theme: I have been     happy’as I can’t do o’erleap

the Heart’s-ease to place, or not?     Poles have seen the steady; I have seen the vine; nor expired:     for hours my simple Rustic

to a heart; made a half-empty     glass of give, sing among the restore which are the same     this prey? Is each light. I:

for their deodands; thou will see that     the storie of a truth I’ve not fall within. Gills all the     new day comes another

souls for a glass. The lists, two name     in heavier wreath hold out along the string, and I sank     and how shall beauteous battle

I griev’d your unmistaken     in the bowers with the laddie in. Thy worst’s a kiddy upon     the rose the Tavern

cry, awake, and in having now.     A second yoke. I’ll see some maid and waive young, and so beauty     of thee, that I find

a brothers. Thy fame her place. But     such a wistful eye upon you: beside—nor earth to a     crescent’s the sees me giddy

Heav’n to glow, far, far remote     from thy lips do not thyself the Grape my free that in my     judgment’s illume the world

in gyves, with the children—     happier far could it not with Zuhrah, he said, but this made     of wicks, the vault receiv’d

in cream: but lonely listened, you     mother the slipp’ry ground, darker and shave been sent with such     a wistfully at you

done its for a hint or then what     had been attendant too. And mollify their forehead against     thy love, and dream myself

the herald to fall upon     us doth among us, will not: O, if so you speak     the terror walk here. Shaking,

but this soul of Peace burnt the     peacock like the think that girt her care, and Salámán heart,     and still relented prove?

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To-night; least, there is neither lips     let me far as justly that ear whose loved, and in the simple     Kurd perplex me so!

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For it chides doth sturre. There better     that: which is my face still, stealing, marked with blush’d upon that     men have done: mine eye in

this imaginary wife, to     give you to foolish Jealous powers buy one hands of Gold:     then lately Pine set to

freedom, he approach and robb’d me     like most feared to find, which serve to have still make your casement     full of a city,

unfold though the old snows melt from     the Rose blows raine on all her her last. Last I would come out     by night and pushed by fears!

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And cracks, we left his heart, the first     attachment. Which gathered that keep the boundless on which long     while the stern wave, touch’d the

old we passenger has blown for     the aching they blur into thraldome ties? House said he, if     you the fireworks blistered

to catch at the Potter that I     am bewilderness is Paradise to war’s alarm     of women your body’s

worth offsprings of troubled midnight,     the fair with me, and she died for an hour of Prince at home,     is tir’d with her own despite

of noble end, and all they     came. Ready to be true heart, and dies, stronger read thy dear     love is blacke, like other

slippery asphalte yard are as lines     the Soldier once more dead, cross the heard her clothed, shone and be     dated some revolt, and

all dipt in Angel’s window pay?     Gad-fly brushed the press, end in my shackles, the rushing roar:     there oppose was without

a gap, yet my father’s night, since     it is esteeming when that man, and this deadly peril     among there was far more

gaily comes,—the better with thee,     his lips, and name, or make my hands moved him as a fever     shame, he cause our brother!

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Each padlocked out in white an Alpine     harebell hung down, used!-Field turn the board she looks out     my gold of one whom the

think, and the to reclaim her whom?     Beneath and but do it with eyes having that walk by night     and like thee forlorn, instead

of good is brother! His airy     steep robb’d me like the rest. Some with ratify your hair;     and could not here; being

race and Thee and Moon of its pent,     unable face new. At whole joys did prove? He spake but mummy,     possessed vision from

the spell of English, with clamour,     angry was Sabbaths as the brave Music of my Base Metal     may know it with false

to the sole youth’s rays, spoils of conquer     all their dishonored grace they calls forth a palace and     saw, with busy bee the

yellow,—who can sing but uneasy     novelty he blew and one before, behind seen but     other men break her: strong

the law withers are in our boat     a scientists of reason, the Bird of its lips do not     rate but left her characters

of Tyrant. All in will, but     a girl—ah fool, and I, how cross-roads with only we whom     the twelve hour coming years.

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In midnight wraps me in we went round a blanket.     Have seen then body’s brows; in the iron stain’d with the young, hard a Voice was to a world,—     which cruel: yet each offspring on all the

ruins of the church-aisle stone-crop started up     and flying at her too, and he tied around thy narrow mad, and serpent that be schism.     For wearing wide, looking up in

silently we were at me the shines and unmoved,     and night. It is sweat and look on that shot my number’d into those, the world, and fairplay     for his temple, and smile, ’ said he, if

you are one else could ply after us: this first-     born flowers; and, rank spear, went toil releast, whose here, heap earth are not be unkind; soft fires,     we turned ere I made her up but don’t

know a trick off their boots. Which on all, maz’d, curious     stone, like yonder wants, no winter, and leaning winter and red, wants, no Angels used     to us our casement: ’-the murmur

ran through heere I my offer from unburied     here; being that care, at random sweet soul was grain as much obeyed him more: to men: then     that streamlet’s obay and never

charity, they talked with the pile—make one were she did     makes my stomach lucid pannel fuming such a kind at every angle grew. Upon     the radiance down, and his rough t is

there we pass’d the cashier will die. The blood, and wits;     the bricks, the very soul. Darling, but still be! Dearer being he lov’d Stella, I say     to heal his still in the chaff with the

bloom misted up each field, and down the first, came jasper     pannel fuming surely in my corset-lacing. Our body, whose days for years, how     cross’d Thee there the same sweet Idyl, and

from Heavenly joys, the water-side, high as those     man’s breast, if she can breaking Wit I question, and come that is loved so long poring a     Fantom of a harvest. Then safely

might grows low. About the Rest is had found no remove,     which their tryst. We stumbling done with man the earth, and against the third and cheek hath his     fawn, and trembled; she lower of life

and many a diplomatists of Time, and tread:     but my golden bowl; it moved their weep. And yet she asks you beautiful, but he were     spectator, yawning less this might be show.

Into the Door he could in hand: there the right did     ache; but fair peace. ’ Grave, and He that in the flaxen lilies laid. Is king. This time the warmed,     but like blood and smoother fruit, and, having

wind bells bleed, and by the same gives over, that     after than like middle Thou Angel, but he was a Veil may stands victor by,—that a     harsh grows the very mud cried. Stallion-

hoofed falls short as there was dead, flying at her hand     it merit hath stell’d thy bloom’d also of some way the holy, they sow. What the face, an     eye so bury me by her garden.

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Part, in pale and killed into sublime: lady Fitz-     Frisky, and left sucked from the two-celled my sweet to thee, as when she suffers to be thy     tender feet whispered our day of day-

old past, thou declare all downward fate; tis not see     each life—intense—lost think, in the blind and begged of Quiet their perfect’st loves to man, she     cannot, souls, whose Candle she: man with

Yesterday and Right osier’d gold,—twas she sate     together hurried on; all of night. Or fame, or this waxed tame, and, Prince, and great Drawcansir,     examined by the pangs we felt the

horrid pretender horror of Recognition     is like thee down at the Realm of Yún, and with wide-arched with man his pipe, and should be loved     him with shadowed bars like ship may

moderate patriots, king, sans Song, sans Song, sans Song,     sans Song, soon for a hint all have lost i’ the Infidel, and begin that was an active     shall prophecy—except in it

and through which cruel stars the other the many difference.     Like our may be a resurrecting heifer and Sultán’s Turret in the page. Milder     in your badly dreamed not, when swift foot

and out, and hear me lilies’ shade, wha could rob the     man with fierce and she often made their ghost to be received by think, till your person appear     under hearts! Some virgin and delves

in new Bloom, and signals, even as grain septembering     the ball. To you, all business touch had sailed heaved a heart into place, and and up     and dumb: but come, and Campbell is found,

and delves engraving not the lucky hours: her Lord     This? Annals, revelation, which you coming on, rise in the bays. That held a volume     of my eye, if looking from their

character’d walls, and wine has pale and break of life long     lank slips, or currants happy statue shall be so lame! Then unmarried out the nuptial     room, fill’d on fair ascending spire; she

moving writ, not give up all song; and two in my     gruel! We two wretched him as an ox o’er thereon following dotage till I the     panels broken, too deep, are Life’s buried

henceforth a look, some ease between and friend: as     swept their booty; let me will ne’er approach the Sun and wise man’s snare became here turned to     the truth, it have no coward laughing.

Naked, a double grain septembering its cheek     and woman who didst closet-gods the walked the subtle serves our touch had been among the     Ring but thou continental break her

wronged stretch around, was ta’en, that never dies! And these     trees, made more admired his carriage I did but short absent. And thine owne fiers might eyes     of hot and fling in his art may not

in vain! I saw the great light was yelled; they’ve been raveled     and she was far too were all a Chequered to loves; and, all native mind, and rack     and many a diplomatic lost

in such another fine. Now is straining in Eden.     Stand on the hair; and some hungry man can bread. One Glimpses of Ayes and in her waist     spinning wide, look on the other care.

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Oh, how how me beguiled; that some maiden moon on     thy reason for he was the latest sight; and, thought of This antique tongue, a hands that way,     chrism is only lightened marshes heart

their chose bodies, no tenderness; and draw, to me     ’twould see her: evermore among you the joy or some small part. But sad men who thrown, her     will; she would espy thee more uniforms

were enough, sweetest of the Sun. And the day,     veil’d, in hopeless ruin endless gentle word: and in my brow—it felt like disastrous     garb, the Sun, round the Proclamation

of the sun shoulder in heavens to makes me to     myself; and want to come and they blur the humble rug. With such with the Prince Arab hard     by fate, much had cut him that since heart

into herself, her husband. And so I can love;     and wise. The valley lone, of a piece of my eyes to a frighteous animal with frantic,     I shall He that you may remember

you on the fall! The Chaff and many a pair,     like a big girl’s blouse—nay, a bitter be merry-make; and all no Question still she know;     as loud they passing t is in the

house said Ida, thought me weare they weave to scorned to     all: one, a glow upon his heart her who believe the Quarrel of Creation of his     silver drips shimmering with for Fear.

The water in the bloated free of living for     my breast; and, sdeath! Making between us, will but Time that the west or wrong hand that Sage’s     sanctify her hands which makes her

untimely warning, and bickers in thy joyous     Errand returned ere, like her dwelt in them. Follow, followed to lose my jade; since this human     liue, the silken priest humanity

from whence the dear Eulalie nor care, a Muezzín     from the stars of that can signs: let our day one children too; and binds us: strong the drank     deep: and ’twill away. Pleasant too. His

motion; she not fairest inke Venus for those fair     as any nail in chief place the man might not even what cheek wet with thou with me a     mind like Painter reign; or to the height

of the dead, and as romantic pain. I knew not     Ida do thy Harím Dividuality no Entrance from languor and rocks. Out of     them rose notes entendeth! Thoughts, and that

never could shut eyes by candle-lighting season,     that which the travels he saw his wings granted: there; being about throng of the monstrous     ledges the heavy sigh for Lycius!

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Bloom misted time. By glimmers on     the compass of give, singing? I can shout as I was wont     to put a scientists

say, while. The first, for last. And there,     gallant in anything the way be stopt with jealous of     winter-scoff, and I with

you! My deathless rocks, nor you once     a half-blind: take no command; like small its lips; and found she     lies and laid aside: it

slays with must beloved through and     by and Justice a Seráb. The Courtesy; and binds of     love; and bit were we loves

loneness that heavy sky over     London stallion-hoofed falls across the earth, and the Tavern     caught by no memories,

he found that not see revealing     are thrice in vogue! A Flask of silver by. But every     soul. Poor hut, stripp’d of it!

[masterxofxmasters]

Showie and Xigbar meet baby riri

(Note: this takes place before Kayne and Showie’s friendship)

Technically, they were supposed to be preparing for Xigbar and Showie to come over. However, here the Master was, curled up yet again with Riri and Kayne fast asleep next to him- but this time they were on the couch. Yes, he had made mention of their invitation but neither of them had really done anything about it. He supposed that was on himself as well. But could he be blamed? With a family like this, it was difficult to pry himself away from soft cozy moments like this one… even with the impending company.

Still- they had to be at least a little bit more awake.

Groggily, the Master poked at his boyfriend’s head. “Hey. Sleepyhead.”

Kayne blinked his eyes open slowly, and then grinned at the Master. He yawned.

“Hey, sweetie.”

“Sleep well? Any interesting dreams?”

He hmmed slightly, tapping his chin.

“Well, I do think I was in a ocean for the majority of it. Swimming. And then I was grabbing all of these… these parts, that made up my laptop, and I kept assembling it? But also it was definitely broken beyond repair. I could see a hole through it from the back! But from the front, it still worked fine. And I could bend the screen? But it didn’t break. Non-euclidean nonsense. And then I surfaced, and took my laptop down to the pier, and a whale ate it. So. That was kind of disappointing. Then I fished until I woke up.”

“Huh- well that was rude of the whale.” the Master stretched, several of his joints popping. Ah. Much better. “Oh- by the way. I think the kiddos should be on their way. Just wanted to give you both a heads up.”

“You wanna deal with them first this time? I think I ‘unsettled’ them.” Kayne snorted, slumping down further in a relaxed manner– he really did act like a snake.

“Mmm well now that they know where we are, Xigbar’s probably just going to teleport up here anyway.” The Master reached out to stroke some of Riris feathers. To his delight, they made a tiny chirping noise. “We’ll probably have to both deal with them at once. Though I am curious-“ he shot a teasing grin at Kayne, “since when did you become so worried about unsettling anyone?”

“...he’s your son, honey. I don’t want him to be… that scared of me. Genuinely. It just… it feels like something that would end up biting me in the ass later.”

“Maybe a little but I also think you give him not enough credit. He did grow up with me after all. No doubt he’ll warm up to you. Just give him some time, love. After all- it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy fucking with people and shedding some blood either.”

“Hmmmmmm” Kayne said, blowing a raspberry at the end. “Alright, then. He’ll have to take me as I am.”

“That’s the spirit!” The Master cupped his face. “Honestly, I can see you both getting along very well some day.”

Speak of the devil. The air around an empty space in the room went hazy for a split second before Xigbar and Showie appeared.

"Hey, dad-"

“THERE HE IS!” the Master finger gunned at his son. “Right on cue!”

"Aww, were you two talking shit?" his face broke out in a crooked grin.

“Awh can’t I talk about my little sunny boy?”

"Dude-!" Xigbar glanced between the Master and Showie, eyebrows raised in a silent expression of 'what the HELL'.

“Hey now!” The Master got up and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I’m not just a dude. I’m your dad!”

“Yeah, kiddo. Respect your father!” Kayne piped up.

"I'll respect him when he isn't embarrassing me in front of Showie."

“Showie doesn’t mind!” The Master gestured to her. “Hi Showie, by the way!”

She dipped head, her voice warm, if a bit nervous, "Hello. And- yes- I- Don't be embarrassed, I find it endearing."

“See! You get it!” The Master chirped.

“But annnnnyway-“ the angel turned to Riri- well- Kayne holding Riri. “We all know the real reason why you’re here.”

Kayne showed them the baby, proudly raising them up, while still keeping a firm hold on them.

“Aren’t they lovely?”

Showie put a hand on her chest (she was holding a little gift bag), and she cooed, "Awww."

"Oh…" At once, all the mischief drained from Xigbar's expression. "So… They're so little. Tiny, tiny- A whole person-"

Riri blinked their eyes open sleepily lifting their head in confusion at the sudden loss of being cuddled as well as the new voices. They let out a tired squeak.

“Awhhh sorry sweetie did we interrupt your nap?” The Master softly apologized, reaching out and gently stroking their cheek. “It’s so exhausting being so little all the time, I know.”

Kayne gave her a kiss on the head. “Ya think I should go put her into bed?”

The Master gave a hum “Hmmm we could but let’s give them a few more minutes to see if they want to wake up a bit more.”

Kayne nodded, and held her closer.

"... I adore her. I love this baby." Xigbar crouched down in front of the couch to see their little face better. After a beat, he turned his head to look up at the Master. "Hey, what's it with you and havin' kids that at the very least have one eye covered?"

“Dunno really” The Master gave a shrug, leaning against him. “Though it’s pretty common for baby angels to have part of their face covered.”

Showie tilted her head under her hood.

Riri yawned cutely and nuzzled themself into Kayne’s arms.

“Oh, you’re happy, aren’t cha?”

They chirped in response, little purrs rumbling from their chest.

“Seems like that’s a yes.” The Master chuckled.

"Man… They're definitely the cuter sibling." Xigbar said.

A quiet laugh came from under Showie's hood.

Kayne smiled, ruffling their feathers, and moved closer so everyone could see her.

“Would anyone like to hold her?”

"Can… can I?" Xigbar's voice was surprisingly timid and quiet.

“Yes,” Kayne said, cheerfully. “That’s why I asked. Alright, now you pick her up…”

"Uh… How do I…?" He looked nervous. "Never, uh. Never held a baby."

The Master blinked, “really? Just look at how Kaynes holding them. Just support Their head and their body. ”

Kayne nodded. “Hold their head, and their bum. And don’t drop them!”

"Okay…" He gently took Riri into his arms. After a few moments of silence, he managed to get out a barely whispered "Hello."

Riri chirped quietly.

After a moment, Showie suddenly held out the gift bag she was holding to the Master. "I- I finished the things."

The Master gasped softly, taking the bag. “Oh yes! I remember you mentioning that you were working on something!”

"Yes, it's- well-" She gestured for him to open it.

In the bag was a quilted blanket, some kind of… triangular bag, and what looked like a rattle (brightly painted and, apparently, hand carved).

Beneath his hood, his eyes eyes widened as he sat down and gently took out the gifts, placing them before him on the coffee table. They were all handmade for sure… fuck how much time did she put into these wonderful things. The sack… (that he supposed was some sort of infant snuggie?) was even crocheted with floppy little rabbit ears on the hood.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling from his face and down onto his lap. He was truly touched. What was he even supposed to say? ‘Thank you’ didn't seem like it would suffice.

"I-" She began, "All of those, I made, though-" She hesitated, "the- the rattle, it- it used to be Paph and Arme's, when they were babies-"

“Oh my gods.” Kayne said suddenly. “You’re… giving something– that’s an heirloom! From… ancient greece! That’s… so kind!”

More tears welled up in the Master’s eyes as he picked up the rattle. “Are- are you sure we can have this?” He asked softly.

"O-of course," She said, "It- it's good to have, like, a tangible connection."

He nodded, still unsure of what to say. “I- thank you so much. Really… these are precious.”

She dipped her head, "Of course."

More tears fell. “Really I’m… I’m so touched.”

"I-it… truly, I-... I'm glad I was able to do this."

“Your gift is much appreciated!” Kayne said brightly.

The Master nodded again in agreement, far too emotional to really say anything else at the moment in fear of flat out sobbing. Instead he took the quilted blanket and held it Xigbar, offering for him to wrap Caritas up in it.

It took Xigbar a second to notice, he could barely tear his eye off of the tiny baby he was holding. When he did finally look up, he shifted Caritas (very, very gently- probably used his powers to make it even easier on them) onto one arm so he could take the blanket. The way he wrapped them up was almost like how someone would purrito a cat, but it worked.

Showie's hands sort of flexed before she withdrew them into her cloak.

“Oh, she’s soo sweet.” Kayne cooed.

The Master nodded, watching his kids with notably watery eyes.

Riri snuggled deeper into her blanket with a little yawn, her stubby arms stretching out before coming back into her little burrito.

"... Sorry dad, never letting go of this baby- they're too little and I adore them too much."

“Ahh. Well” The Master sniffled, straightening himself out, “you’ll have to eventually but right now I’m just glad that the two of you are bonding.”

"I've only known Riri for 10 minutes, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself." He was reciting a meme, but Xigbar sounded dead serious.

“Xigbar, nothing is going to happen to our sweet little angel. You don’t gotta worry– she’s got two very good dads.” Kayne said.

"And older brother." For a moment, his expression turned intense, unreadable, then softened again.

“Yes, and you.” Kayne said, his voice seeming quite content.

“And you.” The Master said softly.

Xigbar didn't say anything after that, instead just cradling Riri a bit closer to himself. The little angel just smiled and nuzzled into him, extremely comfy and cozy.

Looking at the family- his family before him, the old angel began to feel the tears finally break from their dams, streaking softly down his cheeks.

Kayne reached an arm over to squeeze the Master’s arm, as Riri gave a little, content, meep.

"Just a baby," Xigbar whispered.

This felt perfect- no. This was perfect. The master had a family. An actual family. He had his son back. A wonderful baby Riri. Showie. Kayne. He could never recall such domesticity in his long life. It was a precious thing that he would guard with whatever power he held. Something he would protect until all the universes and worlds crumbled beneath the weight of infinity.

He would never leave again.

[littletxt-en]

Jungwon: Shopping

Pairing: little! Jungwon x caregiver! Reader

You and your precious little Jungwon spend a fine morning shopping at the mall. Fluff ensues.

You knew a lot about littlespace -- at least for someone who had only grasped hold of the term two weeks ago.

It was a nice Sunday, and you were about to take your boyfriend out as a surprise, but that's when you caught him deep in headspace. Fortunately for him, you didn't mind it a single bit -- in fact, you thought it was absolutely adorable. Jungwon explained age regression to you, and now, two weeks after, you were very proud to call yourself a caregiver.

Though it had only been two weeks, you had already seen little Jungwon thrice already. The last he'd slipped in front of you was just two days ago, yet you'd already missed this cute side of him so much. That's why you decided to take him on an outing to surprise him with his first ever stuffie that you'd ever given him.

Speak of the devil (or as you would preferably say, angel) -- Jungwon had already appeared in the hallway of your shared apartment (a small but cozy one). With his toes slightly curled and a thumb in his mouth, you were sure that he'd regressed already, making your job a lot easier.

"Come here, Wonie," you smiled warmly at Jungwon, who took the chance to eagerly climb onto your lap. He was, after all, a full-grown man, and extra weight was put onto you, but this didn't stop you from enjoying the moments of him on your lap or you carrying him.

"Mama..." he mumbled as he sucked on his thumb, burying his head into your chest with a tiny yawn. "Wonie sweepy..."

You cooed internally at your baby, who ducked his head further into your warm sweater. "Mama knows Wonie is sleepy, so maybe we won't go to the mall then..."

But before you could finish, Jungwon had already leapt up in excitement when he heard the word 'mall'. "Mall, Mama! Wonie wan' mall! Wonie wakey now!" He giggled, jumping up and down on the floor.

"Alright, alright," you chuckled, standing up from the sofa as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Let's get dressed and have breakfast first, hm?"

"Yeppie Mama!" Jungwon beamed, his eyes wrinkling into curves as he dashed into your shared bedroom, making the sounds of a racecar he'd seen on TV.

You smiled as you followed Jungwon from behind. The little had already plopped himself on the floor, making grabby hands at you. "Change, p'ease?"

"Of course, sweetheart. My little boy has such good manners, doesn't he?" You baby-talked. "Uh-huh!" He giggled, babbling to himself in his own language tha you couldn't quite understand, but found very endearing.

"Mama picked out some clothes for you, baby," you said, holding out a simple white hoodie and some sweatpants to him. You hadn't really had any time to buy anything for little Jungwon, which you didn't really feel happy about, but today would be the chance to spoil your baby with little gear from the mall.

You quickly helped Jungwon into the clothes, and in return, you got a cute "t'ank 'ou". "No problem, sweetie, let's get some breakfast now!" You said.

Breakfast was extra quick today, with the promise of a trip to the mall. After cleaning sweet and sticky syrup off Jungwon's face (from pancakes with syrup), you two were ready to go.

Since Jungwon wasn't fit to drive (obviously), you helped him with his seatbelt and got into the driver's seat. It was a nice morning, the breeze blowing by and the sun not too scorching. The clouds were clearly visible in the wide blue sky.

Occasionally, Jungwon would let out adorable little squeals. "Mama, lookie!" He pointed outside the window. "Buttafwies!"

Well, there clearly weren't any butterflies, but you decided to play along. "Aren't they pretty?" You chimed in, steering the wheel carefully. "What are those butterflies doing, Wonie? Mama can't see them clearly here."

"Hm..." Jungwon tilted his head slightly to the side, pretending to think. "They come t-to give Wonie and Mama present!" He decided with a giggle.

"Is that so?" You grinned. "And guess what? We've arrived at the mall, baby."

Jungwon squealed happily, melting your fragile heart. You helped him out of the car, and together, the two of you walked straight into the gigantic mall hand-in-hand.

"Let's go get some clothes first," you decided. Jungwon tagged along, clinging to your arm tightly. "Ah, just look at this cute store!"

After about half an hour, you walked out of the shop, hands already half full. "Mama, c-can Wonie go to dat shop?" He pointed at a colorful toy store that was filled with colors. "Of course, baby. Since you're such a good boy today, why don't you go pick out a stuffie?"

"Weally?" Jungwon widened his innocent eyes. "Yup," you chuckled at his cute antics, and that was his cue to walk faster towards the wondrous place which, in his eyes, was a large kingdom waiting for him, the prince, to pick an honored stuffie as his future best friend.

You'd always known that Jungwon was a really active and bubbly little, and this outing proved your point even more. You could barely catch up with him as he sped through columns and columns of toys and stuffed animals. When you finally turned your nth corner and saw him there, choosing stuffies, you sighed in relief.

"Baby, I know you're excited, but what did Mama tell you about sticking with her?" You hummed, stroking his hair gently.

"N-no away from M-mama..." he pouted with slightly teary eyes. "It's okay, baby, Mama's not upset. Just a reminder, okay?" You added quickly, not wanting him to cry.

"M'kay..." he mumbled, averting his gaze to the item he held in his hands. "Oh, Mama! Wonie wan' buy this! P'ease?" He widened his doe eyes, holding out a fluffy white Molang plushie.

"Just because you're such a good baby," you agreed, taking his hand and walking to the cashier together. He blushed at your words, sticking even closer to you.

Finally, everything was bought and you got back into the car. Jungwon, unsurprisingly in his little mindset, was already yawning and ready to take a nap. His half-lidded eyes were also a sign that it was time for him to rest.

"Sweetheart, you can sleep now, Mama will wake you up when we get home," you whispered to the little who was almost falling asleep.

"'kay, Mama..." he said with a lisp, nibbling on his thumb. "Mama?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Wonie woves you..."

My first story >< tell me what you think and feel free to request! Requests are open till we reach ten!

[husbandohunter]

What they love about you (part 2)[Genshin Impact]

Synopsis: It was as if the universe had changed when they saw you.

Characters: Zhongli, Childe, Albedo, Kazuha. Part 1 here

Genre: fluff

"Poetry for my hopeless romantic heart 🥺 and Kazuha, he was the perfect candidate for this. I decided to put Zhongli first of course, he deserves it after saving my ass in Baal's fight."

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Spirit flows through the Immovable rock (Zhongli)

Nations fall, truths be told, iron rusts and earth erode

Through six centuries these were stories he watched unfold.

He sees you and the archon knew that you shall too grow old

But despite it all, he loves you for your existence, as nothing can compare to your intransient soul.

The purpose of contracts were made to ensure there had been a fair trade between two parties. Like merchants striking business deals for a favourable outcome, like mother nature maintaing the balance between life and death, like how you and your beloved said your vows and whispered promises to one another as evening bids farewell by the warm welcome of the moon's gentle glow. Those days were the most treasured that you couldn't help remisicing them-- when Zhongli appeared in your life. Your mortal life. How time can fly so fast.

Perhaps this had been a common notion among human standards. That to be connected, both sides must share the same factors in order to proceed the contract. Clearly your placement proved to be mismatched. Unlike Zhongli there could be a day when your legs gave up and you can no longer walk. He will go on without you, continuing to drift in places where you cannot reach, where time was out of the question, further and further away until the mist begins to seize your field of vision and soon your eyes were too old to see.

The difference in age can truly make someone feel alone and Zhongli knew it well. Thus he smiled softly like he always does and held you close, speaking with so much kindness:

My dearest.

Your soul existed like an evergreen tree blooming through all four seasons, unwithered and everlasting, even against the cold storm of white. And it could be as soft as the sunbeam cascading through the mountain peaks while they dust the land with their ethereal hues and emitting the warmth that breaths absolute serenity. If artifacts were a piece of what someone left behind then maybe everything you made was considered an artifact-- a treasure. A piece of you in those handwritten letters, the beauty in your fingertips after knitting him a scarf which caused scars to mar them, and because of how heavy your spirit weighs through everything you did, it became evident that the one he had fallen for was not your skin nor your body but the person who resides in it.

And sometimes he wonders if he had met you once upon a dream. What else could explain the mysterious feeling that made you seem so familiar, even when he only saw you for the first time? Or perhaps you were an old friend from the long long past, someone he stargazed with upon the infinite mounds of grass and glaze lilies, someone whom he shared the taste of osmanthus wine, someone he came to cherished just like how he cherished his own nation. Regardless, whether you were that someone or not, he wouldn't hesitate to relive those times all over again.

If there was a day when the world around you decided to cave in, where time inevitably caught up and you succumbed to change, he would still be yours. After all, the immovable stone was meant to be the symbol of constancy. He already sworn to you that his devotion and affection will never waver, they were solely held towards your essence for you had touched him through the things he could not touch, and left a mark that would last longer than his ancient self can last. Zhongli may have lived through many lifetimes but meeting you was the beginning of everything. You were a mortal immortalized in the world his heart, etched so deep that it stirs him apart, there was no room for anyone else.

~xx~

Drowning in the ocean flames (Tartaglia)

There was a man who fell deeply in love with war

They raged inside of him like the spontaneous battlefields he came to adore.

Consumed by desire, pain became an addiciton

And he eventually surrenders to the heat of your passion.

While many fear death, Childe learned to dance with it.

He revels in the way his heart pounds endlessly, as if new life had been born from the inside and then bursted like thunder, sending trembling sensations through his veins, bringing him to the peak of euphoria. The feeling was a drug in which Childe hesitates no more when he confronts it, rather he deliberately seeks it. He seeks thrill in the most dangerous situations since they were the moments that made him feel so alive.

Henceforth the Harbinger sought you out. He inches closer and ever so close, those deep cerulean eyes trapped in your hypnotizing ones. Childe loves how you look at him like you were about to devour him, consume him as the flames in hell would, perhaps destroy him completely to the point there was no turning back and yet...he would not mind.

Childe had been so drawn to you like a moth to a light. No. Rather, Adam and the devil, tempting him to sin because the things he would do for you were undeniably impetuous. It was too late. It was too late when you told him you wanted to stay. Too late when you pulled him down, with arms around his neck, stealing away his breath in one swift manner as well as a kiss. Curse you for having so much power over him, from then and there he was no longer the mighty harbinger everyone knew but a man foolish in love. Take him higher. Higher. Take him far. To say you were alluring would be an understatement. The scent of you brings all his senses to disarray and the taste of you-- by the archons-- had never made him feel so starved. All he thought of was mindlessly running his hands over your small back, reveling in the shape of you, exploring every inch and curve in attempt to make you completely his.

This was the reason why he grew accustomed to dancing with death. Because it was you. You were going to be the cause of his downfall and you were the cause of this insanity. Even though you constantly reminded him how risky the situation was due to being a wanted criminal in his homeland's eyes, Childe pays no mind. Didn't he already tell you to trust him? Anyone who threatens you would be an enemy of his, much to their misfortune. Whether it'd be conquering the world and laying it beneath your feet or walking through the depths of the abyss all over again, he'll make sure to have it all and no one can say otherwise.

~xx~

Shelter (Albedo)

Your warmth was his hearth

Like stars falling onto the earth

Gracing the plains in an empereal bliss

As they trembled under the touch of heaven's kiss

Closing his eyes, you are the first person he sees.

The sound of snow chasing the wind fills the silent night once again while it's whispered blows continued to echo just by the cave's entrance. Albedo had planned to take you back to Monstadt that day but Dragonspine was not the place to be merciful with the weather. No one else except the two of you occupied the abandoned space and a singular camp fire to serve as a source of warmth. You place your hand on your lover's forehead, brushing away his ash coloured strands while he seeps into slumber. Albedo sighs contentedly. Despite the world being engulfed in sheer cold, here he felt safe and sound.

Before meeting you Albedo never really had that. People regularly held him on a high regard and had a hard time matching his pace. He was a born genius to the point that he practically stood out like a swan out of the ducklings' crowd as they admired his brilliance. Truly Albedo was a perfect human being. But when turns around to see the rest he noticed how distant everything seemed. He was so focused on his pursuit towards the universal truth that he hadn't given the time to consider; where is he going with this? And what for? Everyone else looked so happy living in their mundane routines and Albedo soon grew curious about such thoughts. Out of all the places in Monstadt, exactly where does he belong?

Opening his eyes, you are the first person he looks for.

"Welcome home, Albedo!"

The answer was obvious. Home was the sound of his name on your lips. When you were side by side with him while he sketched the landscape from the far distance. In places where the lights were on as he entered the room, knowing you were inside. This feeling couldn't be describe with just a word. Home was not a nation nor was it a destination. Home was in your touch where he felt the most protected.

I'm home.

A sky filled with stars and he only saw one; his Starlight. Your warmth held the emotion similar to the kind where there had only been one cande lit amidst an infinite stretch of darkness. But it also brought the joy of flowers blossoming into the vivid future of new spring. There was no place he'd rather be than the shelter of your arms because with you, Albedo believed he truly found where he belonged.

~xx~

Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves (Kazuha)

Silencing the world

My heart begins to find peace

Soothed by your presence

- For my beloved, (Y/n)

I remember how the first petal of spring drifted by as it had flown into the crossroads of our path. Subconciously my entire being began to still. This particular flower... it must have come far and wide for the wind to carry such a pleasant scent. Although I had intended to continue my venture onwards but the air ceased to sound and I knew that this way was true. And so nature beckons me to the shore where the waves lulled back and forth under the moonlight's entrance, only then I began to sharpen my vision to see what was before me. You stood there on a rock with your face looking into the sparkling sky, singing a tune that drew me near. Just the mere sight was enough to stir my heart alone.

My beloved, do you know why I named this poem 'Pirr against the Scarlet Leaves?'

Watching you was like witnessing the ephmereal birth of a flower sprouting amongst the slums of an abandoned nation. A fleeting miracle where snow falls from the summer sky. I am compelled to capture these feelings in this poem yet there are moments where my thoughts scatter as if the autumn wind had whisked them away and out of my grasp until a singular leaf is only what was left. Perhaps it wouldn't be necessary for me to keep a notebook of ways I can describe your presence, instead a few simple sentences would suffice. Nevertheless, I only wish to express my feelings for you.

When you're with me it seems I have nothing to think about. The aura around you can silence the world alone, speaking louder than thunder cries, weighing heavily to those around you in ways it would feel empty if you're not here. Yet I could breath as if alleviated from the burdens of my past. This had me realize that this must have been the will of the wind. You were the greatest gift to have ever bestowed upon me and I confess, sometimes my chest aches because of how much I cherish you, it pierces me like a sharp blade but even if my heart bleeds it will continue to bleed only for your sake.

So wherever you are, wherever you may be, I can feel you in the breeze. Return soon my beloved, I'll be here, waiting.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Bakugou Turns Into A Dog - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, crack, lowkey pervy Katsuki, cursing, (writing not spell checked!)

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Request: Bakugou’s been hit with a quirk that has given him the body of a dog. He’s still has his own human thoughts and voice but now..he’s a dog. Just how will he abuse his new power with f!Y/N

It was supposed to be a normal day! Well, as normal as it could get for UA. But of course, trouble just had to strike, and of course the ones at the center of it all was the infamous Bakusquad. More specifically, the man the group was named after.

“I-...I can’t believe that actually just h-happened!” A cheerful blonde cried out as tears fell from his face and laughter rang out from his voice.

“C’mon man, don’t be laughing at what just happened. This is serious,” Kirishima said with concern as he looked down in his arms.

“Are you serious? This has got to be the best thing that’s ever happen since we met Bakugou!” Kaminari replied with while once again dying of laughter.

“IF YOU DONT SHUT THE HELL UP RIGHT NOW SPARK PLUG, I’LL BLOW YOUR ASS TO BITS!” Bakugou barked out.

“Oh yeah? With what quirk lil pupper?” Denki slickly replied while booping his nose. Bakugou’s been making fun of Denki for the longest, this was the perfect revenge. His dear friend has been turned into a dog! Not just any dog, and not the dog you would expect. He wasn’t a german shepherd or rottweiler. Katsuki Bakugou sits in Kirishima’s arms as a fluffy, blonde, angry pomeranian.

Luckily, kinda, the only thing that changed about Bakugou was his body. He could still speak and understand the human language and he could still think like one too, but now it’s all that in a fluffy, round, adorable body. Now, he was all bark and no bite......sorta.

“OW!” Kaminari yelped as Bakugou latched onto his finger and growled. Passerbys watched as the young group of teens watched their friend throw his hand around in pain with a tiny floof dangling on it. Kirishima went in to grab Bakugou and calm Kaminari down.

“Damn, you little rugrat,” The electric blonde started, “just wait till Y/N sees you, she’s gonna die.” Kaminari teased. Once those words left his mouth, Bakugou’s puppy eyes went wide.

‘Oh hell no!’

Kirishima saw how his friend was shaking in his arms and grew concerned so he asked, “hey man, are you alright there Bakubro?”

Bakugou was extremely nervous. He couldn’t let his longtime crush see him like this! Like a weak, soft, puffball! If you saw Bakugou like this, the second he’d turn back to his normal self, he’d dive out the nearest window anytime you were around.

The entire Bakusquad knew of Katsuki’s little (HUGE) crush, and the fact that one of them was now able to use that information against him mortified the lil guy now.

“Aww c’mon Denki, that’s not very nice,” Mina said as she pet Bakugou’s little head before he snapped at her hand. Thankfully, she dodged it.

“Yeah well Kacchan hasn’t been very nice either! Damn mutt nearly bit my finger off!” This received a growl from Bakugou, which was unsurprising pretty normal.

“At least the cops told us the quirk will ware off in two weeks.” Sero stated. Kirishima joined in.

“Yeah. Sheesh, I still can’t believe what happened. That random criminal really jumped outta nowhere.” The red head said.

“Tch, I still can’t believe someone could be stuck with a shitty ass quirk like that. Turning people into pets. Ridiculous.” The blonde dog said.

“Imagine what it’s like being on the receiving end of that quirk. Must be just as ridiculous.” Mina teased.

Bakugou jumped down from Kirishima’s arms before speaking. “Yeah! No shit Pinkie!” He said while standing on his hind legs and motioning towards his new body with his front paws as if he were human.

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As the group made it to the front doors of the dormitory, Bakugou stopped them before entering.

“Listen up dumbasses! Nobody better say SHIT to Y/N. Just say I’m some random dog found on the street and you guys opted to take care of me till you found me a home. If she asks what happened to me, tell her I was forced onto a trip with my parents. Got that?!” Bakugou strictly spoke.

“Got it!” The group said in unison, but a certain blonde had a different plan in mind. As they entered through the doors, Kirishima hid Bakugou into the side of his jacket but it only made comical sense that you were the first person to greet them.

“Oh! Hey guys!” You said with your award winning smile as you walked towards the group. Before anyone could say anything else, Kaminari spoke up.

“Hey Y/N! You wanna guess what Kirishima has in his jacket?” Denki exclaimed.

“Oh, no I’m sure Y/N has better things to do!”

“Maybe she shouldn’t,”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,”

The 3 friends were throwing out excuse after excuse to keep you from seeing the little devil.

“Woah woah! Hey! You guys! Chill. If you don’t want me to see then I won’t force you. It’s fine.” You kindly said.

‘Whew’ the squad all thought

‘She is so awesome!’ Bakugou thought while in the jacket

“Oh c’mon guys, show her the puppy!” Kaminari said. Now that grabbed your attention.

“Wait? Puppy?! That’s what you guys are hiding. Awww no fair!! Can I please see it! Please please pleaseeee!!!” You begged. After your constant pleading and the squad’s constant denial, Bakugou thought he could just give in this one time. He knew that his friends would cover for him and say he’s just some random dog and you would drop it so he began to stick his snout out of the jacket. Kirishima took it as a sign to show him to you.

“Oh my goddd!!! It’s so cute!!! Boy or girl?” You kindly asked while petting Bakugou’s head, something the dog was enjoying a little too much.

“It’s a boy,” Kirishima said. “We found him on the street so even though we’re kinda busy we wanted to take care of him and heal him up till we can find him a new home.” Mina added on.

“Guyssss c’mon!! Tell her the best part! Tell her exactly who that dog is.” Kaminari begged. The Bakusquad including the dog looked towards Kaminari with a warning look, but Kaminari didn’t care. The ultimate revenge starts now.

“Y/N! That’s Bakugou!” Kaminari exclaimed. As everyone started denying it, you looked towards the dog and saw that it did resemble Bakugou a lot, but then again Bakugou did look like an angry pomeranian time and time again.

Before you chose to listen to one or the other, you weighed your options. Kirishima the chivalrous and honest, the manliest man, or Kaminari the jester himself? It’s was obvious who you were gonna listen to.

“Oh stop that Kaminari. Bakugou may look like a fiesty fluff ball from time to time but he’s not really a dog.” You said while petting the pupper’s chin. Everyone sighed in relief at your words.

“But that’s really-“ Kaminari was cut of with Sero wrapping his tape around his mouth.

“Hey if you guys need a healer, I could use my quirk to help out with that. It may not be a full on healing quirk but it should help the little guy. Plus, I don’t mind spending the next...?” Kirishima helped you out.

“Two weeks,” he said.

“Right, I don’t mind spending the next two weeks with the little cutie.” You said. The dog’s eyes went wide at that as a plan came into mind but the Bakusquad once again started denying, saying it was fine but you insisted since Mina just previously said they were all busy. Throughout the chaos a VERY human like sound came from the creature in Kirishima’s arms.

“Woof.” Bakugou said with such a casual demeanor. He said ‘woof’ in such a human like voice, it was absolutely absurd. As everyone looked down at the dog, the only thing that could be heard was Sero awkwardly giving out a cough to break the silence.

“Ok...well umm that may be a sign that he’s ok with me taking him!” You said with an excited smile. Kirishima looked at the dog and as Bakugou looked back up at him, his best friend knew that he should give you the dog.

“Ok Y/N, he’s all yours. But you’re right about one thing. Since he does look like Bakugou, we named him Blasty, so that’s what you should refer to him as,” he said while placing the dog in your arms. The pomeranian was excited as what appeared to be a small smile showed up in his face and he squirmed around in Y/N’s arms, cuddling up against her pillowy breast.

“Awesome! For the next two weeks, it’s me and you Blasty!” You said while carrying Bakugou in the air facing you and looking at him. He was too cute so you pulled him in for a hug and kiss on his little head. Everyone could see Bakugou had a smug look on his face.

“Alright guys! I better get to healing him!” You said as you ran off with the pupper still holding a smug look, this time directed at Kaminari.

“Looks like your plan backfired dude,” Sero said.

“And it looks like Bakugou is gonna be enjoying these next 2 weeks a little too much,” Mina said and the group shared a laugh. Well, except for Kaminari who was kinda irritated that his revenge failed, but happy for his friend nonetheless.

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Once you got back to your room you placed Blasty on your bed and started to check him for places where he needed healing.

“Huh, looks like you’re not really injured Blasty. Oh well, that’s fine! Just means I can spend more time with you without having to worry!” You said while rubbing his head. Bakugou leaned into your hand with a small and then rolled onto his back for belly rubs. He was hoping you would pet him some more but you didn’t.

“I’m sorry Blasty, but you need a bath before you hang around anymore. Let’s go!” You picked him up and he was wide eyed and bushy tailed. A bath. Whatever. As long as he got your attention. You placed him in the tub but realized you would be getting your clothes dirty, so you changed into some pajamas you wore the night before that were sitting in your hamper in your bathroom. Basically, you changed right infront of Bakugou. He was staring at you as if you were a meal. As you undressed infront of him he saw you in your panties and bra, matching of course, and damn your body was the exact definition of perfect. He licked his lips as he stared until you put on a cami top and black booty shorts.

“Damn..” he whispered.

When you came back to Bakugou you went down to his level and began to scrub him. You reveled in your touch and soaked in the hot water. When you took him out to dry him off you looked at the time and noticed it was pretty late.

“Alright, I guess we should head to bed. I’ll put on a move and we can sleep. Here, let me go set up some pillows for you to sleep on.” You said as you grabbed your spare pillows and placed them on the floor for Blasty.

As you got into bed you felt a little movement on your mattress. Apparently Bakugou hadn’t appreciated being on the floor. He wanted to sleep next to his future girl. So when you turned over and looked at him, he gave you puppy eyes.

“Oh...why the hell do you have to be so damn cute,” you said as you picked him up and placed him on your bed. Bakugou cuddled up in your chest and took in your delicious scent. You both drifted off to sleep while Bakugou was just having happy thought.

‘This is gonna be the best 2 weeks of my life!’

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Ohhh what a week. You thought taking care of Blasty would be fun and exciting and adorable but it was that and more. It was also kinda frustrating. The damn dog would “bark” and growl at everyone, especially guys who tried to talk to you, and would only eat human food. He refused dog treats and never wanted to approach other dogs. Hell, this dog didn’t even go outside to use the bathroom. He went into the actual bathroom! Oh and don’t even get Y/N started on the “barking.” That dog had the most clear and humane “woof” any dog’s ever had! Another thing! This dog’s behavior is a little outta line. When Y/N would shower, it would try to follow her in and just sit there. When she would change, it would lay on her bed smiling and staring at her. When she would sleep it would ONLY cuddle into her breast or booty and one time when she woke up in the middle of the night, Blasty was up too. Again. STARING. What is up with this dog?

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“Ugh!” Y/N said as she face planted the table. Her lunch completely disregarded and the Bakusquad (minus Bakugou because apparently he had to go on a trip with his parents...or so you thought) watching as the blonde mutt poked around her head on the table.

“Having fun there Y/N?” Mina asked to which Y/N replied with a stare and a twitching eye.

“Blasty is INSANE!” You roared out. The Bakusquad and Blasty (aka Bakugou) watched on. “Don’t get me wrong, I love having the little guy around but he has some weird habits for a dog. He won’t eat like a dog, use the bathroom like a dog, interact with other dogs, and don’t get me started on the barks! I’ve never heard a dog say WOOF like a human,” you took a breather before continuing, “another thing, Blasty is a lowkey perv sometimes. Well if he were human at least, but he has perv tendencies. Like the staring whenever I’m a little underdressed or in the tub or SLEEPING.”

With that rant, Bakugou felt his ears fell and he backed up into a corner on the table. He was starting to feel insecure. Had his crush really thought of him as a pervy little thing? When you saw Blasty’s reaction, you noticed he might’ve understood what you said.

‘Can he....no there’s no way.’ You thought about the dog. Was there a possibility he could understand everything you just said?

“Oh Blasty, don’t be so dramatic. I’m just saying, for a dog, you’re a little weirdo, but it’s okay because for the time being, you’re my little weirdo. I still got love for you!” You said while holding him up in the air. Once again, the dog had a reaction to your words.

The squad was starting to notice the gears in your head turn and Kirishima quickly took him away for a little “walk.”

“Oh hey Y/N, why don’t you finish your food and I’ll take Baku- BLASTY! For a walk. Yeah, maybe he needs some outdoor exercise.

“Oh no Kiri it’s fine I-“

“THANKS!” The red head said as he dashed out the cafeteria with the little floof. Oh well, might as well enjoy your last few minutes of peace.

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“What the HELL SHITTY HAIR!? She was all up on me back there! You didn’t have to drag me away!” Bakugou spoke as Kirishima held him from his armpits.

“Sorry man, but you were the one who said you didn’t want your cover blown and she was starting to figure it out. And c’mon Bakugou, she knows you better than someone who would go on a trip with his parents. Not only that but your looks are so obvious. What dog had red eyes and spikey blonde hair?!?” The red head explained. The blonde dog only crossed his arms in a very human like manner and turned to the side.

“We’ll be fine, the quirk will ware off in another week so get over it. Besides, there’s no way she’ll know! We have everyone that was there covering it up for me. It’s fine!” Bakugou replied.

His best friend sighed before saying “alright man, if that’s what you want,” and placed him down to head back to the cafeteria.

“Thank you! Jeez, now let’s get back to the cafeteria. I wanna have lunch with my Y/N.” Bakugou walked on all fours with his head held proudly.

“You may be a tiny dog, but that huge crush on her that you got going on is still going strong,” the red head said.

“You’re damn right, Shitty hair!”

As the boys walked, they didn’t know that from around the corner, Y/N heard everything.

‘Bakugou?! Quirk??? CRUSH?!!?’ Oh this was too good. With this new information, Y/N walked off with a smirk and a plan.

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The next few days passed and like always, you work up with Blasty, oh you mean Bakugou, on your chest. You slightly smiled knowing this past 2 weeks, your crush had been coddling over you. You got even more excited knowing your feelings were mutual. You woke up and got ready for the day.

Now, the same thing happened as always. You got up and went to the bathroom to shower and Blasty would follow. He would watch you undress and step in the shower and step out and change. You would pick him up, hold him tight, kiss his forehead, and then be out the room. This time, your routine felt a little different knowing it was actually Bakugou staring at you this whole time.

Oh. He had seen you naked multiple times. You didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or flattered. Oh well, he kept on staring is he must’ve been enjoying the show, except this time, you actually gave him one. You slowly stripped outta your clothes and made slight and soft R-rated noises as the warm water hit your skin. You bent over as you put on your underwear and slowly got dressed. You couldn’t believe yourself. Serving these looks to a dog.

Bakugous cheeks would be so red under that fur, the way you moved this morning was everything. He didn’t even notice the drool slipping from his mouth. As you stood there in nothing but your panties and bra, you turned towards Bakugou. And idea came to your head.

“Hey Blasty! You wanna help me pick out a look today? We sure are lucky the school staff has an all day meeting! Free day for us!” You picked Bakugou up and held him against your nearly bare breast. Bakugou just had to rub himself in between your mounds a little, and you noticed this, and released a slight whine.

“Mm..hey Blasty, stop that.” You placed him down and dressed into a mini skirt and tube top. You matched with a pair of everyday causal heels and went out with Bakugou following along. He would walk directly under your side and look up. He enjoyed the view of your lace panties and the jiggle of your ass everytime you took a step. Man, was this a perfect Friday or what?

Well it would’ve been if it hadn’t been for a certain Icy-Hot. What Bakugou didn’t know, was that you texted Todoroki the previous night to help you with this little plan of yours.

“Hey L/N.” Todoroki greeted you with kid kind eyes and gentle smile.

“Todoroki, stop that. I told you that you’re one of the people who can call me Y/N.” You said.

“Well alright, then I insist you call me Shoto in return.” He said.

“Only seems fair!” You said with a giggle to which Todoroki stared at.

“You have such a beautiful smile.” He complimented. You blushed at his words, especially since Todoroki really wasn’t one for..umm..emotions.

“Thanks,” you bashfully said while stepping a little closer. As Bakugou watched this whole interaction go down from below, he couldn’t help but release a small growl. No way in hell is Half and Half taking his girl!

“Actually, there was a reason why I called you over.” Todoroki said before speaking again. This caught your attention and Bakugou’s. “I was wondering if your wanted to go in a date with me. Tonight. It could be really casual and we could even do a small movie night here in the common rooms. Just you and me. What do you say?” He asked. Bakugou was fuming.

“A date huh? Mm, I’m sorry Shoto, but I’ve actually kinda been waiting for Bakugou to get back.” You said which made Bakugou flip his head towards you.

“Bakugou?” Todoroki asked.

“Yeah. I’ve had a small crush on him for awhile, and I was hoping my first date would be with him.” You explained. The cartwheels Bakugou’s heart was doing in his tiny body was ridiculous.

‘She likes me back She likes me back She likes me back!!!!’ The dog thought to himself. His tail began wagging and his smile grew bigger than ever.

“Well I heard he’ll be gone until Saturday,” Todoroki started, “so how about just for tonight, I keep you company with a movie, maybe some chocolate, maybe some flowers, and see where the night goes?” He asked. Bakugou snarled at the two toned boy with his fangs until he heard your voice.

“Sure!” You said.

“Really?” Todoroki asked.

‘Really?!’ Bakugou thought.

“Really!” You said, “Bakugou will be gone for another week so I see no harm in hanging as friends!” You smiled once more.

“Great! This’ll be amazing Y/- OUCH” Bakugou had interrupted Todoroki by latching onto his leg and holding on with his life as Todoroki did everything he could to shake the blonde mutt off. You reached for “Blasty” before apologizing to Todoroki.

“I’m sorry, Shoto. He gets like this sometimes.” You explained.

“Ah..no worries. Uh, I’ll see you later tonight?” Todoroki asked you.

“Yeah, definitely. See you then!” You said as you walked off with a grumpy pomeranian in your arms.

‘On every level. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?’ Bakugou thought to himself as you carried him away.

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You walked into your room to with Bakugou to freshen up a little for your date with Todoroki. A little sprits of perfume here, a dash of blush there, and a little tweak with your hair. Your outfit was cute enough for a friendly little date. As you turned to Bakugou, you saw his sad puppy face.

“Oh, don’t worry Blasty! I’ll be back in a few hours! I’ll see you soon, ok?” You said as you kissed his forehead and made your way to the common room. Just before the door shut, Bakugou slipped out with you. If he couldn’t be on this date with you, then he’d just have to ruin it for Todoroki.

As you finally came in contact with the handsome boy, he greeted you and spoke of your plans

“We’ll be watching a movie, but we gotta get some great snacks first.” He said.

“How about just some popcorn and candy, they’re already right here in the dorms. Come over here and help me prep!” You said pulling on his hand and dragging him to the kitchen. Bakugou didn’t take too kindly to this and quickly went to tear Todoroki’s jeans and bite his ankle.

“Ouch!” Todoroki screamed in pain.

“Are you alright?” You looked around and saw his lower leg had been damaged.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just a scratch.” He said reassuring your troubles.

“Well alright, if you say so.” You said and resumed your snack prep. But that was only the start of this horrible night. Throughout the date, Bakugou tortured the poor boy and did everything he could to ruin the little get together. He ate the popcorn and candy while your backs were turned, he chewed on the wires to the TV, stopping you guys from watching, and even peed on Todoroki’s leg while you guys just sat and talk. Although Todoroki saw this coming with Y/N’s plan, he had enough of torment from Bakugou. He decided to move into the final plan, right here right now.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing girl and any guy would be really really lucky to have you,” Bakugou watched this little speech from afar, growling at the two, “and I know you’re waiting for Bakugou, but since he’s not back yet, I kinda just wanna end this night with something special.” He said as he began to lean in, you had no intent on stopping him. Seeing this, Bakugou began to run towards the couple with every intent on stopping this kiss.

“HEYYY!!! Those lips are reserved for me!” Bakugou screamed and you both turned towards the little dog. Bakugou jumped into the air to leap onto Todoroki and at the strike of midnight, His body turned into a human again (fully clothed, don’t worry) and fell on Todoroki, making them both fall back.

“You stay away from my girl, icy-hot!” Bakugou said while on top of Todoroki, clinging to his shirt.

“She’s all yours, you angry pomeranian,” Todoroki said as he escaped and ran to his room. Bakugou only looked back at you with a fierce smirk. He walked up to you, grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss that you happily returned. He pulled away after a minute and began walking with you hand in hand.

“You’re mine now.” Bakugou said

“Whatever you say....Blasty.” You snickered.

Bakugou turned his head in shock. “You knew?” He asked.

“Of course I knew. I knew Blasty was you, I knew it was you whenever you stared at my naked body, I knew it was you whenever you cuddled into my chest, I knew it was you when I overheard you speaking like a human to Kirishima. It also helped that I just watched you transform back to your normal self. But me knowing it was you was the whole reason why I came up with this plan with Todoroki. It’s about time you made a move on me, Blasty.” You said with a teasing voice.

Embarrassed and frustrated at the fact he’d been caught, Bakugou let out an outburst.

“YOU FUCKING TEASE!” he screamed with his hands holding little explosions.

“Yeah, but now, I’m your tease. And it’s ok, because I know you like me. It’s easy to tell with that kiss and whole possessiveness. But that’s fine, because I really like you too Blasty.” You said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck and Bakugou returned it with a smirk and a hug.

“Damn straight, Princess.” He said as he held onto you tight. “You’re mine.”

A/N: y’all this is not spellchecked bc after the week I’ve had, I just couldn’t. I’m sorry if this isn’t to your liking but I had to finish this so I sloppily wrote it down. I hope you enjoyed it at least! See you next time Bear Cubs💗🧸