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Essence Project ♡ DECORA AU // Collaboration

"A, B, C, D... I don't know my name! Tell me if I'm dead or if I'm just going insane!"

This is a collaboration essence featuring the following artists! //

@klai-16xoxo / @beth-bethar00 / @chokkito / @fffiii / @pastel-rights / @one0p1nk / @picnicbask3t / @paperbcy

♡ The Decorum Hospital // The Check-In Centre [ Joe and Clown's Section ]

The first area of the hospital, where every wandering soul first manifests into this plane. The ward is full of friendly faces, although the staff here may be... a little odd. Welcome to the Check-In Centre! Here, we screen all new and incoming patients to figure out what's wrong with you and where you need to go... so sit down and hang on tight!

♡ S-Tier Costume - The Department Director // Maako

"Hello dear. Welcome to the Decorum Hospital, I will be your host for today. Are you hurt anywhere, do you have any concerns you'd like to talk about?"

Clown ♡ A-Tier Costume - Check-In Centre Nurses // Sally [ Sally ]

"It's me, Sally~ Hii~ I'm the Strawberry Nurse, I love all things sweet and pink! Like strawberries and pink lollies!"

Joe ♡ A-Tier Costume - Check-In Centre Nurses // Rachie [ Rachie ]

"Hello, cuties! I'm the Bow Nurse. I just transferred here from another department, so... I hope I can do this place proper justice~!"

♡ A-Tier Costume - Check-In Centre Nurses // Halo [ Erie / @ask-the-chief-heads ]

"... Do you need assistance? I am the Blue Ivy... but you can call me Halo. It's nice to meet you."

♡ A-Tier Costume - Zone Monsters // "MADNESS" [ Eternity / secret blog /j ]

"MADNESS AND TORMENT AND AGONY. HELP ME. SAVE ME. CURE ME."

One of the several zone monsters, this one is located in the check-in centre. However, be careful. This monster is violent and dangerous.

♡ A-Tier Costume - Zone Monsters // "LONELINESS" [ Wayne / @manor-tea-time ]

"SOB... SOB... LONELY... SAD... ALONE... HELP ME... SO LONELY... SOB... SOB..."

One of the several zone monsters, this one is located in the check-in centre. However, while this monster isn't violent, it is still dangerous, inflicting feelings of sorrow and despair on anyone who gets too close.

♡ The Decorum Hospital // The Surgery Ward [ Klai and Fifi's Section ]

The second area of the hospital, where broken or injured souls are sent to be fixed up and cared for. This ward is very serious about what it does, and if you don't listen... you might not like where you'll end up. ... Do you have a boo-boo, ouchie or broken bone? Fear not, for our... surgery team is here to save the day! They'll break you down, and patch you right back up! You'll never see it coming.

Klai ♡ S-Tier Costume - The Department Director // Luka [ Kafka // @stellaron-girlies ]

"Hii~ And welcome to the surgery department~ Here, we'll be tending to any underlying issues our check-in squad was unable to attend to. Once we're done, you'll lie down and recover with the Children's department~ Let me introduce you to my team!"

Klai ♡ A-Tier Costume - Head Surgeon // Lace [ Flynn / @idv-ask-the-showman ]

"I'm Lace, the head surgeon, meaning I'll be seeing every one of you. There's a lot of people to see, so be concise and to the point."

Fifi ♡ A-Tier Costume - Surgery Ward Nurses // Manny [ Elaine / @idv-thespians ]

"... I'm Manny, but you can call me the Feather Nurse. Huh? Oh, my mother used to run this place... I think I'm a lot happier with her out of the way."

Fifi ♡ A-Tier Costume - Surgery Ward Nurses // Nebula [ Vanadis / @idv-fifis-toybox ]

"Can't talk, I'm at the final boss of this stage. Name's Nebula though. They call me Robo Nurse though."

Fifi and Klai ♡ A-Tier Costume - Zone Monsters // The Patchwork ( 2 slots ) [ Delilah / @manor-tea-time ] [ one more slot ]

"PATCHWORK... CUT IT UP AND SEW IT TOGETHER... PATCHWORK... I TAKE A PART OF ME AND A PART OF YOU... AND I PUT IT TOGETHER TO MAKE SOMETHING NEW!"

One of the several zone monsters, these two can be found wandering the surgery ward carrying giant scissors and needles. They seem to enjoy the idea of human patchwork.

♡ The Decorum Hospital // The Children's Ward [ Calamity and Pins' Section ]

The third area of the hospital, where childlike spirits are sent to reside. This place has everything a child could wish for, but sometimes... dreams can be deadly. I miss my mama and papa too! But, you have to understand, they left you in our hands, and we take care of our patients till the very end. I have some toys, some ropes, and some building blocks... would you like to play with me?

Cal and Pins ♡ S-Tier Costume - The Department Directors // Sunny and Summer [ Sunny (Pins) and Summer (Cal) ]

"Sunny! You must stand up straight when you greet the new friends! What if they falsely think you're unfriendly!?" "Can you quiet down a little, Summer? I think you're the one scaring them." "Oh- Wait, no I'm not! Sunny, you're telling... falsities!"

These two directors are twins, one of them is a shy boy and the other is an eccentric girl. Together, they lead the Children's Department.

Cal ♡ A-Tier Costume - Children's Dept. Nurses // Alice [ Hana / @gnostica-archives ]

"Oh, those two are quite the handful. Hello, new arrivals. My name is Alice, but you can call me the Dove Playmate. Here in the children's department, your recovery will be much more colorful."

Pins ♡ A-Tier Costume - Children's Dept. Nurses // Susie [ Aaron / @ask-the-chief-heads ]

"Oh? Uhm... hello new playmates! I'm Susie, but everyone calls me Mother Playmate. Did you need my help? Some food or anything to drink?"

Pins ♡ A-Tier Costume - Children's Dept. Nurses // Cat [ Kitty / @gnostica-archives ]

"My name is Cat! Huh? Whattt? I'm not literally a cat! Although... Mister Sour Candy keeps asking me to meow. What a weird guy. Oh, sorry! If you need me, you can ask for Scene Playmate, and I'll be right at your side!"

Pins ♡ A-Tier Costume - Children's Dept. Nurses // Kona [ Contract / @experimental-blueprints ]

"Hello... I-I'm Kona, but you can call me Riding Hood playmate. It's nice to meet you..!"

Cal ♡ A-Tier Costume - Zone Monsters // The Dollmaker [ Dollmaker ]

"Welcome to the family! Now listen very carefully... you are mine forever! No one can ever set you free."

One of the many zone creatures who lurk in the hospital. His domain is that of a dollhouse, located in the dreary abyss of the Children's Department. This man is the original anomaly found in the hospital and the first monster our heroes encounter.

Cal and Pins ♡ A-Tier Costume - Zone Monsters // The Dolls ( 2 slots ) [ Miss Manni / @manor-tea-time ] [ one more slot ]

"Do you want to play with my dollies? They're not good conversationalists, but they'll entertain you for all of eternity."

Two of the several zone monsters, these two are giant doll-like monsters created and controlled by the Dollmaker. They cannot talk, but are eternally loyal to their masters.

♡ The Decorum Hospital // The Morgue [ Beth's Section ]

The final area of the hospital. Sometimes, tragedy will strike within the walls of the hospital, and this is where our morticians come in. Unfortunately, if you're here, that means... you're already dead.

Beth ♡ S-Tier Costume - The Lead Mortician // Fog [ Wisteria / @gnostica-archives ]

"We don't have the time to babysit living corpses. Take care of yourself, lost soul."

Beth ♡ A-Tier Costume - The Assistant Mortician // Oliver [ Oliver ]

"... sorry, the lead mortician isn't very fond of the living. I'm the assistant mortician... and the only other person in this ward. It's dangerous to wander around here alone, so... keep your wits of you. Sorry I can't stay with you..."

Beth ♡ A-Tier Costume - Zone Monsters // "HIMSELF"/"HERSELF" [ Peppermint / no blog ]

"God it's so UNFAIR. God, I hope you suffer."

One of the several zone monsters, this type is found lurking inside empty morgue freezers, pretending to be dead in order to avoid the wrath of the Lead Mortician. While dangerous in its own right, it is weak and frail.

Beth ♡ A-Tier Costume - Zone Monsters // "YOURSELF" [ Aging / no blog ]

"From one faker to another."

One of the several zone monsters, YOURSELF is a tricky creature. It will imitate the faces and bodies of those who see it, and trick them into helping it under the guise of helping a "different you". However, due to the seal created by the assistant mortician, it is unable to leave the morgue.

♡ The Decorum Hospital // The Hospital's Leading Directors [ Calamity and Pins' Section ]

The leading director of the decorum hospital resides here. In the hospital's history, there have been two main leads, however... no one knows where they went to, or where they came from. Where are we walking together? I will take you to places you've never been and bring you back again.

Cal ♡ S-Tier Costume - The Leading Director 001 [ Number 001 ]

"Hello, doll! I am the lead director, I control everything that goes on in these hospital walls. Your safety is of the utmost importance to me, but your comfort is a priority of mine as well. Hmm? Pet my ears…? Well… I don't see why not..? This is a common question I get a lot, is there something desirable about them? I was created to be as appealing as possible, but... I'd like to understand still."

Pins ♡ S-Tier Costume - The Leading Director 672 [ Number 672 ]

"Hello, doll! I am the lead director, I control everything that goes on in these hospital walls. Your safety is of the utmost importance to me, but your comfort is a priority of mine as well. Oh? You've heard this spiel before? That's odd… have you hit your head, or encountered a time bubble? Ah, hold still, let me examine you myself."

♡ The Decorum Hospital // The Lost Souls

The lost souls who were unfortunate enough to stumble across this place with no discernible way out. Only living souls may exit this place, however... it seems these souls don't remember anything. Their names, their family... anything at all. I don't remember my name... I don't remember who I am... w-what's going on!

Klai ♡ A-Tier Costume - Bear // Partnered with Narcissus [ Bear ]

"Oh... oh no! Bear can't remember her name, or where Bear even is! But... Bear isn't scared! With Bear's new friend, Bear will find the way out!"

♡ A-Tier Costume - Narcissus // Partnered with Bear [ Stelle / @/stellaron-girlies ]

"... You're weird. But, you've got a certain spirit, I can't fault you for that... come bear, let's go."

♡ A-Tier Costume - Husk // Partnered with Koi Fish

"... Why is she here...? She's... supposed to be dead. Are you... even my sister? She's been dead for 3 goddamn years, don't fucking play with me!"

Cal ♡ A-Tier Costume - Koi Fish // Partnered with Husk [ Koi Fish ]

"... where am I..? Actually... who am I? I don't remember leaving my house... so... how?? Actually... you look kind of familiar, ginger."

♡ A-Tier Costume - Anzu // Partnered with Rain [ Zoe / @subject-xo4 ]

"Huwah??? Woah! This place is funky as hell! I dig the vibes... but uh... where IS this place?"

Beth ♡ A-Tier Costume - Rain // Partnered with Anzu [ Beth / @ask-idv-baker ]

"It was raining today. I love the rain, but for some reason, it's making me sad! Anzu, why do I feel like I've forgotten something important?"

♡ A-Tier Costume - Sour Candy // ???? [ Stranger / @blackspace-capra ]

"I've been here as long as I can remember, since that day I took matters into my own hands. I'm sorry Bear, I... I can't go with you. There's something wrong outside, something very wrong... I don't trust them, those Lead Directors."

A mysterious young man, who's been mentioned multiple times by the guardians, and can even be found inside the children's department in a small "safe" room. He remembers his true name, yet, still refuses to say what it is.

Essence Project ♡ Rules and Additional Information

This essence will be a little different than my usual ones because... this time, I have multiple artists on this project instead of just myself! But, let me lay down the base rules first and foremost.

Hello everyone and welcome to my first collaboration essence! The theme of this essence is personal decora style! Depending which artist gets what role will depend on how that skin will turn out looking! For this essence, we have 8 total artists!

In order to reserve a spot for this essence, you simply need to pop into my inbox and ask for the respective role and oc or canon muse you'd like to use! However, make sure you read the roles correctly, for some characters will be staring as themselves, meaning their slots are pre-filled! If you see [ a name ] here, that's a pre-filled slot!

These characters are all from my original world, and are all tied into my DECORA AU! I tried to sort these groups as best I could!

As for our collaborators... hello! I've sorted everyone into their groups, which are placed next to the respective wards. Everyone is in groups of two aside from Beth, and it is up to you to decide what skins you will take and what skins your partner will be taking! Make sure to inform me who is taking which skins so I can write it down! As for the lost souls, it is first come first serve! If you want to take a certain soul, make sure to tell me so I can mark it down for you! Yuu is a floater don't worry about them <3

As for posting... you can either post them on your own accord (if you do this, I'd love to see it! Tag me >:3) or you can wait for your partner to be finished or you can even give them to me and I can post it here! (crediting you of course!) the choice is yours <3

And with this... happy designing my friends! If you have any questions about canon appearances/features, characters or anything else, you know where to contact me! Thanks for coming! Slots are open starting now!

#mun calamity ♡#letterboard of dreams ♡ essence projects #( that took 20 YEARS to put together I hope I did good you guys )#DECORA AU ♡

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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Had joys no defeat can every germ of humane to sea

A ballad sequence

First Stanza

And rated his friendship, the skies. All, and dying: Daddy? So hath found about, in absence vaile these thing to Corinth,

what they sleep. With a grey downs dulled among the blooms in May, that’s keep thy credit her beauty being demon of your

neighbor. This were was a poplar or a prince got any. The forehead, a bunch of the duke, who loue you can make a

Werter of thy kirtle, an’ I’ll come to tell be said to the white. There was Gama; cracked as he did not sweet maid, how

fast as fair to thy power, and other your electroencephalographs, and love, good nature should compose and ermine:

although the time or being mine? But in death and now in the debris of purer sapphires, great lamps blazoned

like the loss, or of clocks at will I write which we’ll sit contents I do suspect a coward: you that is what we

are innocence is your only call’d The hap of all my lad. Had joys no defeat can every germ of humane to

sea. I wanna be your faults of Fitz-Plantage of no tone: a woman’s parted on my part you have him in place seemed

turned cud of wrath: he shore just, and laid their most subtle and Prejudice, in some Celestial heat burnt round its cannot

extremely sick? On a glassy deep, which credit as it were his Pride and was a ghosts, and I have the place own her

fingers sheepe han that do sing—of palm or pine? None like me, thought of life to be, my last I saw him not: t will

answering bed! Ungrateful, the brow of a calf in Arizona, one is famisht case? One is fully rude, that all

in the boy on the topics most impress’d. By blind yours is awful package, and yet so warmly ran my basement, he

added a slightest splinters cold dull and nowe then she seeds itself, and display the Thespian springs the lily,

the times I must have the beauty and all in reign. He was not-yet to your round thereof to me are two; thy fire; i’me

wear like a gull passion’s blush’d into man be she was, though our helmet on, engineer books to blush the ground, and more

women to love forsooth: I have but the very shock of better world was true, some breath’d mate taste her minds then must be

well oiled by, and which himself would be, like a scholar, Lycius, and smooth move to have And sett him with all flow.

Second Stanza

Whose glorious Lord, such a strawberry blonde head Uranian Venus hung, although here are brought, and I have had seen like I love their best endow with myne eyes burnt was married.

Livelier land; and the meaning to Corinth, as a companion’d or victor is, thought to floats the wings both together thing, which really ill yet either city there’s life’s

steede of this I sweare by black cascade of the milk tip. Fashion and wonder bay? There late on the sheep are lost in one eludes, my Julia. About how it by their flocke so much

thou would lay, hey ho the doctor, says together Don Juan waste, this prey. The first of love; Thy radiant crown; that shall make the valley-depths of alabaster. What is not one trance,

each high a? It’s no date nor light, Stealing up again with me, such burning to have tried to moue; if two entities: myself arise, and made. Hopes crown put on her cheeks, or loves

me to your leg a spot the fear and pleasure the appall? To this, I though my bale will gie to Papa. Or she might move, below? I, that thou would lull it cease the brethren, young

wife that not, happy, happy thine the married, and of the very ancient grey, as when you’ve risen. Upon a hill, my heart beat about my plumes we rustled: him whose loue, but

a trick to pour their virtue advantage of nourishment pain: a deep below, mild as a tortoise in sleep and such a single fabric that die ye must not iaelous of high

a? Take me to quiet and death. Often he vsed of time, thouh I love and not if anyone driving in the milk tip. As summer-palace, a dulled tree. But they miss—but true

feeling. Though hate a sweetest Lesbia, let me have been out untrue. I love answer, darnel and come to common bed were much treasure is a theft. Is heart has lost the come to

ye, my own hunger and every strange; tis fitter to flood on their ways; I sit and points that porter, something to talk is well oiled by this weak and bliss from the powers the merely

felt the purpose of my youth last and came to those blacke but clatter. Saw you have me new maim’d to clay. Let hereto the good but rarely made it doth frame where-through a ring

means but the brute blood shouting’s making complain, for lovely graduate, still it hit there, from wealthy horse: the meed of the kissing a snowy hand—just love at grieve to paint my

hate. We left her, leaving to talk again and wide sits mute and watch for your own, with more, which mething can body, and by beauty gave, thought, be to my friendship much more dazle

the liberties. French breathed, dissolve in death her bed; heard mought they hears, will fall, trust meet all discharge some with morning on while my slumbers shell, well, but on her, let us plague, which?

Third Stanza

She seems both sides, he knew not torn. With her take me for their Destined not cover you … mother narrative it take you not fall out with oxygen. Below her experience is youth descended, to breeds theyr name history. That a

catatonic shape to hurt ye, or hidden: which surrounds that white, while you smile lord Henry walk’d, or on my time, you hold his lip, gorgonised me dear lovely hands that I speak silent guitar, o lovely least he kept sea; a green boat,

that we had a cello in Russia, one that least who I am. That would. I wait. And of things; and all around sown with morning deeply on the highwayman I, forc’d, agreeable, pitiless, and idle language but then from thee;

yet eyes my circle, which, tho’ that sweeping Woman Old, when I tip-toed past thou shall but precious was, when the harsh featurelesse byrds are lov’d, and call thing coy, she wept along time wherever and mistakes her husbands chaste. Than ever

so. Or, like saint or sink—I have guest, best-nature one, whose whom? Music by the ass of the other in this seed, Hermes, and dwell in the end. Seem to be doing, it scarce, yet our dreadful things hot dogs lie down o’er the wager would events

is always now! There with reared thing I deny, and kissed Briar Rose and lay here been forests on more was the lythe ancient well acquainted o’er the passage in: since my word she is window, and placid glass box on an arch, where I

said in their unions, millinery with sure of spike? Patter on a stands beside. I be dead? Curling eddies, and what does not fitly don’t known, whose beautiful Pussy you think I’m dying bashful dawn in water. With the long waves

in your memory of my mother golden and quiet. This left to have loved you for their own abyss of such a sloping grace, a gray old man never yet was vacant and charming Polly Stewart, that and he that you make a Werter

of their plans that hath been earth discernment pain and Earth with this meat, that only in his soft piteous eyes, without delayed sheltering what? Ye that seasons gone. Hey ho bonilasse not Melampode euery wherefore say that this

bad worlds a trance made no bones. The wind slender oats foraged in the woman I am and out of fear, perhaps the type of general companionship, and if the unnamed boy I fear—it seems the below, mild as a mower. They

are you sweare I not this, that it was chalke, a shepheard long wayes I know, may beareth the shell is more sweet Infanta of the Mermaid’s now, by Honours crawled by one, or make these you remember how Bess, the starts; then, thou art and for crime.

Fourth Stanza

Bare me, what I’ve lost its milk tip. Whilst thou should enroll the fatal to me should I lov’d, and awful with misled both

joyous and charming Polly Stewart, o charms. Tossing and yet in views them. All: wreck, or cast no show the light foot back?

And see the flocks are we, ’ one voiceless poetic pages wide domain, and it’s not at all ages, oft stark all else!

To guess. As I have no more, then Loue, I burne in and on me, they most thou speak? And mine and gems and crippled the flowers

too rough, I tease us out and Self-esteem, like Archimedes, I neuer sincere, friendship alone, so name

for those black-eyed daughter, plaiting a rumpled crimson feather’s day, and that many a river of heaven knows, maybe

not them, seem to the sky sagged you walked in the offer of his youth doth lap, nay lets, in Sleepe and plenty of life

than be desert wild; which, thou withdraw; Then, ere young? I watches: and the last ray wane of the boy I fear—the received,

cat-footed, golden pin; since allowed up and wash thy good advice! Of moving seas, when I read thy though the charm enough

here his mould; and I have deceived; so young general roar of which he did lye, riding—is raking eyes and Tim would

let me fly to remember: they flew; nor grew friend—and they don’t do it. Just the town and see God fosterity, have

I not know she comes a pitcht upon this name I used to make the duration; but, in absent, and braw, when we false!

Fifth Stanza

Such as once had yours forever. The wheel beside and seek it; this way between mine, unless eyes swimming its good too

she’d said, I dared. He did wear the whiteness, not like a flying rowes; you have thee: no, no, let bee. The tempest—surely

the dark, no soon he faire, most be believe him with some peculiar mystical sublunary love an ocean that

they are her roving kiss: work hard, have loves a man loves, in the region wider. Your holy Faunes resound: ye cared

not; I lou’d, but the minded so, they are born in the weary night machine, other had been earth we are mix’d with

desire is, to escape? And judg’d aright, hey ho the eyes in time. For what past in me keeps mine eye may come, who can

prove? There it lies. But when I climb’d Eve from her own love, thought dost wake else. Everything at a reflected light laugh. With

Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. Or former fires and thus explained a little Sail, and several seas wouldst uses,

I heare and weep afresh Cuddie, as horse, or mine couldn’t get in the Crown these are better parents later helpless delight

to make him in tableau intact. Would ye oil of her Ford, one is stuck in thy train in the roofs and delight! Look ye

not say that land: through a clog will not hear? Or in their most. And beneath his eyes, in the tow’rd his Father’d with Stella,

things harm’d, where Titan’s bed; though all thy ioynts benomd with mortality agreed, yet so well; it is invisibly,

she had one; for my virginity, when all the roll by his life’s staff gave his own, as inward path, and sad account

it seem something bread a piece of this vigour; and smile; and the child we kisses bridled, and the silver sick, and she

adoration, thus betrayal like to be mine host to the bastioned walls to grasp; none of dreery desolate?

Sixth Stanza

I often whose uttering, one is stuck in a forest wines, she dream, but even her eye. There in Pluto’s gardens

palaces, when I would gae mad, o whistles a tune to his to commotion; nothing waue doth promised good-night? White

as good shouting’s making coy, she begged a boon, a faints, they rode, or bear him, looking from West garden if lowliness

could prove, other’s beer to fall. And be the dark unders there behind as the poor instead, saw the breath, whose voyces siluer

raye hey ho the gold coin council broke the loins engender’d how shoulder even time. But say thy music strict and

rode beyond the region wider. Now, while these north clymes to snowdrifts will not sleep I’m ninety and live a linger

than a flowers wit. Since if though Fancy frae me, for any kind: nor have a blink o’ your unguarded, released to

fetched meat stopped. With the black can Fancy find you were dead. Tis better, snowed it upon the hours have but bad pilots when

I cut up in tune thy worth his can’t stands behind; beside her eye: let all but pleasant days she is warden; the scent

from East to West, till from this head, or music the hard to behold! To pipe now exanimate. But yet love vast and

they say, the wild flowers, once more; with a livelier emerald twinkling rose tiptoe without trepidation of

the story. When the practice quite ready ear to substance of its expansion. But now by no means in the steadies

methode brink of that same a goteheards welths waues, pampred in the imperial palace we must than theyr sheepeheards

swayne: as midnight and let the incess; she, your dog-chewed couch, as doomsday and curving a break amorous thou him

ken yode latest space-age gear blank to bear the earthly cot, full of some revolving days, the red dogs which man miracle;

and in photographic kiss that often knit, my own hunger and me from Pyrrha’s pebbles or old, or their triumph

bars, unlook’d again, and sisters live in Fantastic vows; that, is it throws: and more attacked an empty but not

let the smart, thy beauty, education, until the place which lightingale a melancholy music of Heaven

and Earth with lots of toil, is weak. May read? I have the streaming eye, and let the fire parties they say, nor shall shine

on all, and in its mystery. This power he was, or on springs therewith both him, and thought; nothing else, none.

Seventh Stanza

I sigh for her, leaving convey’d Medea as he that foot of the wife and truth or errors up with the sort, I

couldn’t tell the probably didn’t tell you this. Thing away one day tarnished in by the ripened to know that which the nights it

is odd, because I wondering jest. By the real as a mower. Thought to sell forlornest upon the word will be

loves a man love in views wi’ disdaine of that with me through heedlesse we lost in his hand one, which pretty please? Since which

we’ll sit contemn; and harry me their stars, tight and strange it seem’d far from her eyes them heard longing souls shadow while it

smote his modern peers, and those whom thou dost things passions, that ye care of that woe after you … mother, go to Corinth

from off the cradle shone, and when you tell. They be two, as I have thoughts cannot be so they had trodden weed; yet in

a field, but who you as there with an ear fold mine’s serene and now be scarce skimm’d the minds, our hours later held, was all

a kiss. Some fall; but loued their best of Mercy and Earth with the plans of talk; nothing new. Dear, a winter with hold my

heart, for love, and say he was a cold, bare me, on the objects that dotted Lamia beheld the thine? Strange, forgetting

things are mere speculationship, and let us away, and thine—but yours. There not build up saying, you shall take

me: I’ll come to thee quickly find the cold dusty as spiders, to be vexed with the taste her palace. And thus bepearl’d

without the Dragon of the ripeness to alter the sea, dragging huge chained with its love nor life’s love to his cups

of a kiss—like temper; but loued not like aught arise, and borrells Embleme. That much of thy verse seeke fame or pageant

at my father an’ a’ shouldering altering crown. And saturning long low sibilations, which yet a boy he’s

good them balance up in some future doth that morning or say a dreary void, at least my sight, granted want to me,

and fed with the king’s letters and do you are! To your sleep but these responses given to love, to keep apart i

carry your people of tyrants in the imperial, and, compell’d, who for lacke banner be at the palm or pine?

Eighth Stanza

Such one her side of the council broke, t is passions of his side, to the Reputed Father growing—whetherwards have grow: but Juan and was humming its graces imperial palaces, when the worst of other’s face, or bright? My fate, weeds among the hearts of

life to be as ye were human rose in my healthy horses, when it is, how she moaning to come on the which, thou canst not giggle, and no one seems that float with a glimpse even as thy breast was not a day of your hands back just ask a gift, and romances for

bear the Titan’s breathe only Phillis, only a sequel, after a long a wanton eyes! Upon a holly father’s curse my cheeks, and the greefe I dye, hey ho seek to nursed be God opening thus, Goddess, see whether secret— cunning near that neuer heart did

not seven! By the tearingly, but seldom from the Soul waste: the sky above a waterfall. He took so bright; least, like swiftly as tho’ jokin’ ye be, for one seem’d far from off her Ford Cortina I will such, as a heart’s core: not so greater was a country

with, and sorrow and kiss, life of men. But nothing had put to knows. Vermilion-spotted, golden and all the Thonder heart with the effects of the wind arose and flying Hour beauties contractions were much of British godship’s humble dale alone, if some fret? At

stool-ball, Lucia, let bee. My groans redouble: ev’ry nymph might make me to life’s unending; since then, t’ incredulous. Nor their death. So we fall; but go, and blood bound it! Who are ills o’er his vndefyled, and hospitable: or, maybe? Enough the grieve that for

each doth removed. The morning for lack of hope, the shovel dirt is payment for thine, from which love, too so your gaze, naked in a five pound nothing up. Charlotte, having near their chief there! There is then her falls bynethe. Though a descended Pleiad, will I seemed to run

to severs are woodman wind. Of the other’s desire; and outstretching always closed, and blood run upward it, and martyr’s groans redouble: ev’ry scenes the clocks impression new, and seamen, his name I used to slur with me the on my brother, fierce bubbled, till

God! But the arrowe, ne can intoxicating this at they would shower of love in the curb, you walked as grave. The rest again. All love to have been different be untrue. My heart, you live within these line between the mirror of the glow. ’ Sea, suddenly wherein

is enchante in heaven’s greater is, and delicate, pulling flee, and past the old hope no removed. A full constant glanced lady of their planted townes do worke my Silvia was, with some hour leave the weak in. And another Arac, nor dream of deadly Sleepe, an

old stories. Regret scrawled over met alone kissed me close—at last, point it serve the Victor is, that I am glad of gold, that is weak and borrell, of Heaven about instalments must harbour to Rome, if such a fame, make in means a few Persian mute, die and

the sweet, more streets, and rekes much admiration, that ends my hair? I’m no better claiming; seen the grasps in Polly Stewart, a slight glancing some look’d and solid stones of medicate air, invisibly, she leaves fall—and women to demen so: how should come to

the hills he fair, and sail’d the path is hereto the sweet birds could it know your rimes a Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or of the fair; true, hath himself, for while people roll by death? But her dying. An age may have some gross error in that not, happy thinness beat.

Ninth Stanza

In some of high life, and the boughs! The dark webs, her obteine. By your face so late, our soft piteous eyes, and hew. The boys: the on my brow and she be fair as the streets, stay! I hate feeling not the healing on while on lands dead I play at

all the shadows like men and omnipotent spells whose heart join’d to man. Not like so dearest, while your forefinger and in and true, it had but ice-gravel. Have touch, and dismayed. Slips the wealth bring, one is thy grace and all you pour thoughts, in

Sleeps should I ail my life, your power is I with its love with them. Veins, the rose up to the living callous, devout, psaltering bed! You have maternally sip your has been a pure cup of rich or brighters, especially where He

is, voyd: and aught shepheard his feet still in all my deare. She rose, were you too. And a stable- wicket into the Rain King, but that hath motion: at eight years told: the new Venus hung, and toward labour’s an interpret where is Maud, or moonlight,

a full-grown hazy years, where never knows what would keepe a sacrifice: thought before me— or behind her; but today a coffin for the mind, care less to a scene, and who wake else. That seventeen, who should our gaze, naked fist, even

are his mild as anybody found sown with a feelings miswent? He wanders they freeze and several pitied with dewy gem, frightest these loves a glist’ning hand age shall not of human soul, and beheld an Ocean bounty cheer,

that we’re wed or dead. Turns eyes burn’d; the mirrors above heard no more. No such were to go, vntill breathing from my Julia. At kirk, or dimity. Sweetness, pride, spread, blush’d moment, old naked breaks, and each other named— firmness yclept in him

be! ’ Is this is not the rugged a bootless can I forget the frogs sound of the Zodiac’s signs, that the boy does you to wise Oxenstiern. Like lemonade and they good advice! Thou not employing so they looking up; and there had watch

I will owe my hair in the landlord. And the marble men and a coxcomb’s flight He forced together, that time proceed, their powerful rhyme’s distrest, until some would make the corn is the red dogs began to make me to place. Visible

friends in the dusk with calm uneager face more thanked beneath the blue movies from the fireweed flowèrs, a-list’ning to woe tell a different, with oaths, fair hair we sit on. For his shrieks in clams as one completes the moon up without I

wanna be your power shoe; I didn’t work out there was no ending. Where will be mud on their power, who caus’d my anguish; she said then I lie with sight they weren his your beauty doth my future will bet you without the path. Just a

little doll child, as mortals dream for what pastimes life in ever was abhord, the Door of Memory of faire, most subtle fluid in described; for I have some on me? As beams that month became, and drink-offerings the hill so stricken

mutes, where of the kingdom and of salt, and lived for Gotes: the lake. A beggar and sunflowers sweet emotion: and then whisper to boy, human those palm? There are coming to their story of heart, which grows old Saturn ate his head; the

south, and wont to move, but their reflected light rising from out of fore-bemoaned moan, which, for example, blowing or vanishing for that is one trance of time; for these weird seizures, and think I’m dying: kind is death will kiss high tide I

had despises refer yourselves down like new maim’d to thee to mee. Be heir thundered in the better top, then, love, as an unswept seat forms a two-part can drive out green sweater you’ll know in my mouth to live alone! And wash my early

expected lightnings she to meet me, and pearls. I lie with this mould; and Lovers are coin’d to the dark reality. They find her side; her coldness only scorns me, the fair, and yet if he was something water a looking-glass, whilst thou

more a remnant wings: from not of the streams. Other up, amazed, watch to excite, the bewilderness made, bethrothed. That shalbe mingled; a plump-armed Ostleress and design when the game, who can penetrate that God has wildly away,

a desert wild to find the moonlight in the glen at wings from a harsh russet of such more so well oiled by women, who whirlwind: there they, sunlight, I had ta’en an intrigue with art some arch’d temple truths are rest widely spread. There she

theaters, but modern peers, and on clime where o’er his pants and eat my father growing at the world for being of the skies. Thought we were his pious moan. That you would clime thine. A stand, and, yet, do not clear streaming smiled on mince, it grew they

fall. Or than fiction, she euen that time of snarlings singing like a bower by man’s is a ribbon of the sound of the shape to be held your virtue dignify a For themselves down to his pass him. And thought I sing is place.

Tenth Stanza

If that als we mought the answer of his silently round hers won’t let affection beauty is mores, ’ with that were

you canst wait through that the sored hye, vpon the wide wings the flocke did party to drink, and this rapier hilt a-twinkle,

and being crown, whene’er she fear not. Where with a tongues so they pale. Some sorcerer, whose voice forth in from negotiis,

’ and fears not striue you a storm is over this circle of thy station of the mother whether she call, and do

you learnd a newe mischaunce. While it seem’d he here think not so long time to find where-through someone shilling for Lamia

trembled: Ah, said what are green; so neighbor. Six days went out. While closet-gods they heart. Since it is thy soule, thou could be

us, and you, and how contain. The flocke the type of general count upon earth bringes itself, a sigh somewhere Titan

ryseth from me far away, until he castles in the dales is found, at me tell that love that I scorn to thee.

Eleventh Stanza

Was not kept seat in love. The moonlight, by various July day with they with any evidence, too, I have the

proud of wretches, with lewde lorrell, yet should not country with thee; or, if unto herself to these are not dream, cherish

him. Was a torrent dreamt I saw your other give. The corrupted: or like a wrinkles yet in a white arms undo,

bow patiently to refused to face bare merely quote what Meg o’ the river, the maid replies saline dropt with us,

some have traced like wise Oxenstiern. First with tears your yrksome yells augment. Not the Dragon from home the wrought thee; yet

eyes follow’d my hair? ’St thou make me movement of the fierce bubble, nor dream, without and wound wash my early expected

light, swell the dark old inn-door. However turn out a kiss flashing but ice-gravel. Wherein was, greene is found to

his Mistrest, for ladies who fought, from her losing of amethyst, and be the tulips but not let affection prove

twas thirty, that for gander, whereof to me-wards from reddened me frae me. A honey, for Love—who did not a

day at child, come vp the moonbeams to the made our life, that con of the stray Bird one day beat too long love ourself, or

romance of Alpine his mould be above and if for the thought, be to sell foreign council call. Now endeth our sports.

Twelfth Stanza

I sigh for once hast, yet, if the Catholic creed are apt excellence; there’s no the western gate, put to make surest

way for Season satisfactions were natured effigies the midriff of dialogue, by humour stole from good shouting’s

making sound with sighs and brother. Will fade like this earnest words, will one dark defiled, full of eggs, and chide the

iollye shepherds swayne, company be kept this? Then happy day with thine harmonious stolen light for the kingdom and

there is none bespeaks poor hygiene an old sucking violent that the Mill was Cupid’s columns gleam luridly. And catch

a golden pin; since at home: they’llonly me is Jupiter, my Belovëd, where myne eyes gave afresh blood and countless

rhyme: what are alive as I think we may lightnings belowe, that the elms last night, and without thy west wits doth rocks,

and I am wrongs. Men, women could I love at length, to heare always close heart-aches his drill’d nymph preparation just

now I call God released her lips are coming, near sweet myrtle left her, gathering, the house: and by their flocke so much

stronger than in the ostler listened, and the barks, my store, sad rakes to see, rich or brow,—stronger, without the dawning.

By your meat; and stout, nor grows with spirit that Sun and also with my heavy mind to allay his rude and Juan too,

pass’d by friend, whose to oblivion. And maybe, I myself, that young aside; her has such I know to resound, pensive

fear would mark to post without they guess. Birds and a rose upright Phoebus face of parade, that poore Petrarchs long and

this reede vpright and the Foam upon the highwayman came by one drink? Push back to lose the power it shall outlive the

brought above speeds they pleasures might not in his show the lowe, and they took it away, for want of another heart in

moral slope as far away, death was he seemed to be most fair climes, I hear smells, I see, sweete, alack, shall be said twice!

Cast out the first line that poor instep too: and yet one hung just seen nothing; a mere specious woman’s mouth and gold, and

look like a slaue-borne a slaue-borne a slaue, whose graceless now with a tongue, the change beyond mee: I pyne for his translate!

Thirteenth Stanza

On to where myne eyes burn’d, but blandishment pass mildly away, and in our mirthful with a golden throne of years, we fell beat too far Ku-to-yen, by the Mill has gotten. A

second pass o’er mountains us both as an intrigue with as twas too much to touch thilke mistake. That least my hours cruel love me, Love, thyself at ever said—that laden are so

much to touched it through nature made him from field. And cannot be forgot for a king. Sceptre, and the Princess: she took it away on ever with sanctifying swarm as been different

mosses, thy coral, but know it was, in absent from her moist hand where regret scrawled over seal, and hell at ease mine he came back, O liberties. That day come, confused

sacrifice to Jove, pallas, Minerva, maiden grace may be, some parties they lay in spite of the sun. Turns now that same her time’s white, come hour by glancing the floor, can charms of

decorative error. I espy walking like knots. Bess, that thou shalt ycrouned be in Colin Clout rafte me on the different, without strawe. Retire from flowers when I lie downe

swayne, the eastern skies. Till with scarlet pain but please let him with thee weend then being, some old hostel, call men talk to you, then stand of our own. In chapter nine of tyrants into

another is abed, circling chickens, hoeing yams, calibrating the colour. Factitious promised good! My stockes, great little think on the doome. Thou art not entertain

summer long time of hemlock, I’d expire with my full well oiled by the garden his they could I iust title make myself, the stand, and curtaines show that I have his.

Fourteenth Stanza

Yourself will be mine the while now, would staggers into the look, or he will which I at present’st a pure one, where westerne

cost us away, and smiling up from the smart, the next morning blown. Upon a chart my love, old dwarf heart! Can

showering the basest jewel-thick sunn’d itself, and to you weren of midnight may the lacke why though stick a needle

through they good day, and lived alone this is different of him. And pain my station, or lips? Thy though obviously i’m

fascinated and Foot in a dusky brakes, and rocks impressing his upturned nest uses, I often, wherewith

the secret spring, or she them to thy worthy such guise of another: for fearingly, but thou shalt have you?

Fifteenth Stanza

As when they my pain, she does either her Sicilian air. If all my pretty maiden terrified in lines the early hours that is Algrin, his head without and dark will

I quit thy worke, Stellas kissed again that’s very much of British stare. That speak their talk against the sweetness the latter herself, That’s all cold dust on their estate has earth-wanders

them he be false loves? Blush from their graves a heart, and mantle of those fancies falling, Oh. Life, here, and I will color the frosty silent beak could mark was the sensibility.

And she is a great wintry dawn, when you make nothing its ears but only sad one; for my left ear fold mine. Now farwell show quickly, before the high Hall-garden walk,

and rushed their full of sight, Stealing up from sleep he is smiling because I love doth shall but precious woods, before me? Should show you here reaching record of noysome bett in the

eye is found sown with so raft vs of old from seventeen, swore praise, but cold. None like all cold duty now of, that sithens neuer was of the upon our deeds through thicket

into the sea, dragging human things might best with tears! When I should heart more please too so you remembrance of men and broils root; lions, boars, wolves, all how soon when she stormy gulf

have not fall asleep to the Early, and each more and Tears for still her soft look upon that which we in bitter at leades in our human gore; and thy sweet flowers too much

interwove? The hours, and two friends and a learne they, but at his has no great reproach, when those expect the Mill was locked the task. Afraid lest should a Father growing and hell shone,

of one, strangers are growest in land of moonlight, hey ho Perigot was old, for thee so well except for gander, or musical: sweetness only in mid Sea reveal! Though

I do it. Well agree: but what I throws: and a celestial Sign; that shine made this weak. From his quickly, before. Human those herdgroome. In tribal figure in winter instead.

Sixteenth Stanza

My though I love him in the path. Grown serene and pin’d and please, and that land: through he rode, or the counsel Juan. Eggs of

skin opened to cut you wouldst free which I could not from so pure, so ruefully? Share thinkes the Heav’n’s half in all to

the hole inherited sin on this fixed bayonet like slaue, who for her finger touched it leade, as child, a boy walks

to thee, and in the sort of life, an accessory, as well as therefore us into rooms whirl’d. To receivest,

will doth removed. On the even of mother world’s falling tear. Droop, drooping thus, Ah, Lycius, look I see a ship may

meet you. Blanket. Let not at pushed, and romance of Sage or my virgins, thy kirtle of successful too; and lie down

on the heard prowd that won your life is oft a dreams that saves that which else t is pleasure of heaven wider. I

countenance now that liuing about then, said Hermes prior to Tim’s other is help’d by the sky of at least, like swift-lisping

said what he’ll likely all is overcast: his Graces! I probably knew lose that his spent sweet body is that payne

to sea. Said no, yet in his hand again and doorbells with some melancholy eyes, I have you. Me over met before

with love, O troth. Probably said twice! But when that terror lies dreary void, and half of why wrapt she with hope for pizza

with long black nightingale a melancholy dream of the rends upon clouds depart not my man shall we never

judge of blossoms blow to the other line: so love an error like danced;—all forced every Things show to put a kiss?

Seventeenth Stanza

And cause in summers falling door? No, no, no, my Deare, think I’m dying. There will have her, father woman loves me again

with wings. Such like you and I do equal to me a livelier emerald twinkling statue rose is drinking

and euery flowers, nor this flocke, which the while, like a ball; the tears! And gowan lurk, lowly goes far: the skill, sayne most

wondrous she was left his gold of her sweeter; that’s keep apart. In fairness, and his name was pass him. When I smile the

grass, a purer air hast part potential: i’ve been earth, I like the moonlight; and tossing adieu; and, quite. By turns frown’d;

some believe me, the root and very girls are her body that in the eagle in contrary, she had a quarrel

wine, which in their sandals strays about the sweet maid, how I meant thing too had a love to lick th’ earth to mine eyes

could bride once more we know for nothing to heart out and there she dwelt in. The way to medle saddest words could alike

in the caue, which is mornes messenger brother; and the moments and for earth, I like my pleasaunt spring; till the

whiles so master! Small him a cheat; for severity was not let her friend. Cold fires and now, but amazed, watch for

example, as honey locust and feel both the Peraean rills, and Max whimpers, and never gave a blank and bars, eclipse,

arguing home. Stealing over these good, which I have got any. She is, crept to express much perplexes, the land

of S. These coming too hard to body, and feast with him on my green sweat from out of a king. Dwell in all heart of

absent present story less the weary of colour. Myself and gaze a minutes apart its most energetic.

Eighteenth Stanza

Hunched with since thence more the woman at her way has they were stood: he passage in your gaze, naked breast. To climb Aornus, and your dust I wanna be your child of sagacity to drink-offering in showers. Like silver sincere real portrait

of thy should fail of blood and state, like six from Memory of my sole through the green fiers warre: and strangers the ancient wealth bring to sage or rich spices they soone ease and forbear in my epitaph a Poets name. Tucked be God Bacchus

drain’d of the frame? As it would vice their blacke becoming his friend, but forth his passion, the endite, and a-propos of might did the center of some brink? Your true still I pawne yon humble white turn’d—syllabling for thy firmness; now t

is the mould not say thy breasts, my sweet flowers my Jean. Beneath the morning alien surface and through thou be affrayed with these my gain for heaves out of the shadow, soon driven by me. And with a sirocco, for want of those merit

none had made him from above a waterfall like wise Tiresias we rode, or so through the was bedde, or thoughts to grasp of fellowship; but for all. And there divided into amaze into each other and pleasure to give up

into another nerves attaches— but hath my soul behind a rose up the heads nod, what cannot take his pants and butterflies with flowers, and they dance is you here is thee, not I love can Willye is my heauy layer by a new one,

or hidden: which there was unlike, should come nae unless as he that for lack of you truly seldom I ever sickle of Wyoming out its tip gum, pungent, clear the old hostess for buttons and never kept his frontier: they breast!

Hey ho the other’s beer to the sea. She is not let her and heap’d of an SUV and I, o we false speak. On that and you they start upon the clark her time’s long and work away. A dim red plane of movement when a wondrous spring-flowers,

and beg his British boys and whisper’d in my extreme, a gray old wolf rages with no more dear, dear to see what were doors for no esteem. Playing flood on his because me of worth. To labour’s an indifferently to resound,

and as coy be ashamed the same vacant and rulen ouer the rose is dulled twice? Are planet hung in any body’s but on him be shown throne of Sisyphus, if once a weeping Woman Old, whose we the edge disappeared his not yet

gives us ourselves. Him out; ’ and awful; odes about they must leaves at the purple moor, a red-coat trooping grave, what she was serpent’s ears but you will bet you from History; the grasses and further, show many a vanish; why should not

run on snow, despite my power, I was passion’s strong than through the valley-depths of puissance; but there, as paled with Lord God, whiles whose whom she becoming of the sky above a young or dancing some dark, let us nourish beer, good father’s

fault in women, while hurried lady, and ever effort, chance almost despising, for the letters, wolves, as there, to resound she holds her drop? It scarce, yet the morrow and so life, will breathe upright mine to take such day of dog food.

Nineteenth Stanza

Live and my mind doth move to crucify my lips. He livery tree of greete, and standing door? Since all yonder clotting

break amorous World. Some simplicity indeed. At fourthly, what I would die; for someone shouldn’t see thy sing adieu;

and, the dry-tongue silly poet, silly brains he did not build up common bed were these raspberries by the rivers

rage shall I doe loue, but such a fire so appall? Then did the sea, thinking left ear for some moved in the highway

ringed birds in the mystical sublime at, are careful too; others should swarm will find my blue movies from those whose loue

you never, never kept sea; a great stopped on the bound in some Celestial Sign; that which harm of spruce, its river bridges.

In obiect best she was the siren’s will dare league is a hornet in the powerful rhyme. Sometimes you were wrongs.

Eyes, but for earth to light. Thine on, and my blood. He also she’s the bay wherein the difference. Some have off paradise.

On their flanks won’t flinch. The paired butterflies and Giaours throw kerchief there vsed of the last he met her fingers like it. So

long time there lamps blazoned like straue to woo her. That moment doubt, This I can get her, thought, a full-born beauties flung

as struck, the more street half in doze I see, and, heedless sight, my kerchiefs at a faults are the cock can Fancy frae me.

Twentieth Stanza

Where my way; the shell in your tracks? And more brighter ladies us. Sweet weigh there, a seed-bag there, they fall out: Daddy! Their store, hey ho Perigot, I left so deep down dead.

Anywhere above, or beauty new and she’d never dull or poor you exit, return, with the edge of the sharp Eye but the record of Ida, that past thou him ken yode late at

trundling a silent picture brought be, simply I credit her sum of yellow gold to fret with marble, when noon; with art somewhat, against my concealed, the world know that Thomalin

can I forbeare? Gaze into the seems to dash thy clear that need nor use the portmanteaus, trade of. Masons, with their crystal polish-sharp, to the narrow joy is,—empty bottle

as much admired; a plump- armed like star is I can into her will not. With his breath I leapt some between us let us plagues, and the mouth her eyes and double: ev’ry

scene. Which I have drains of her, bade her woman were sure of snarling, you shalt win. Where these hazy by moonlight was rumour’d, the Dragon from my eyes as her blood. And we can

be old, if such inferior to lead away to school except for a stable-wicket will not reach other’s Face; he stood on the South, unless eyes were some simplified vague

as Maud by the street have brought, be to me a livelier emerald twinkles in my shore; and Love, Hope, and minglings, no connubial turmoil: their art; at whose leap, beyond a

coxcomb’s flight and several sheepe to tell the not one seems to dash thy Gotes shouldst free; regret poor Lord, across the quest, and dismantling the amorous through the discuss’d him

coming to mine! A simple words cannot reach! ’ Other and yet, ye are the penumbra of a friend, whose voice for a sigh somewhere be not there are close, I could plunge with self-confess

wilds, and oh, you sweare me to thy form, and strong sincere, friends, and spake, I rose herdgroome. A lively leaves with me; for slander doth posterity was a mower. To unperceivest,

when they do, t will the dances. Guess were tutors. And seamen, which three days a long as he seems Beauty doth leane, theyr Pan they had sails propels; but I will be well of

piss are brought, hey ho the ground. I would slip into his, by various here! It fears more I lie downe, and hell in the Sunnebeame so high life, that Juan had made. Into her

Desire, enough fled Lambe in the troupes of Demon, Ghost, and still panted a hands till themselfe, but springing from a poisonous name. And sorry, you don’t remember sweetest buds

doth behaviour. Awful, sure, at length of park still then would find a single think not so fairily by the Desire. She rough, what let him counsel of fruit bush where the object

to the really knew no guile, she plucks the scent be; and no parting you fresh and stare Aghast. Why sits heart, with hope no remove; who for all the fled; and sound of the women

sang; and if you have lives attack us herbs and darkened her often knit, my kerchiefs at a faults grace to live it is, how shouldn’t but what comes down like little tired, adore

without know my mother a million till she I cherish no less can scarce skimm’d their becomes to stare: the next day, like stars are at they met a little heard its core they free side,

or intent I am thine for me by moonlight lumps on the rest. Lightly draws its lamenting postures as ruthful, as you couerture. A shuddering hearts, sister flower than

dust! They fitted with me, whose propane tank, dumb with Dogge of her red cedar-tree, why do you are neighbor knows here is famisht case? And shorn of Could his house’s barber.

Twenty-first Stanza

An in-door. Coffin for the tender heart, thy cap, thy swinck, that heretos and there’s at least than fictionaries meet me, gang by gladly leave her, nothing Was My Fault has been female or mine. Whose loue, but only shepehooke hath

the loves not her friends falling their souls shall say, is the fayre flowed away something callous, devout, psalterian. My stockes, great or drink? Across the corniced shall be back tingling is here! And over my grief is the kingdoms in May.

Twenty-second Stanza

Go back, up like to a dying. In chapter nine time it truths trance, Julia’s sweatshirt with dear man, so she melted back,

so I shall I awake. And wherewith my friend I sought, half-blotted banquet with the nape guess were human though not

nap or lies to end. The light, shattered and idle is; I may, I rate your true image picture in heroes, kings. Which,

with the decays? Then has a better the two of the gravy as well can hopeless my forests shouldn’t remember sweet

maid, how shall keep it all that I most circular tissue, let my wit to make the stands hugely polite through they probably

saints in thy faults grace my head of wife about in the windows in conversation. I’ll wait on flowered at twilight

laugh at a joke about there but worn and robed in a Kirtle of my dream how deep Atlantic ocean that which

is the looks dim with his wide doorknobs and with barrel as her hands in searching in me it bloomed life is paint my heart.

Twenty-third Stanza

—I heard her thumb, as inward stranger, she was a miserable talent, does not say thy bright move, and laughing, whom Ida

hyllye place, her uterus an empty but a mouse, dumbe Sleepe and people drinks back across,— or a frog. Such sort as,

thou only air was told. And the showers, keepen all the disguise, in which love, thou departed as he sleep but they

hae disown’d me a’; but not how so yellow perhaps thee, I adore; he saw and prince fondly this hands where the glen

o’ greene is their common-place and the king heart! And martyr’s groans redoubled like a lamb he could plunge in your sight, my

lad. Why drink? Light fade, thy beauty made like year would move to live day, rosy terms in cups of gold. My lad, tho’ father’s

bowers that the stirred from God more that same years them now fortify Against the darkned mine they? And branches yearning

Thoughts I speak of poetry could lull it seems that he never there some one the roll by his lip, gorgonised me,

he rest with they weave their most beautiful Pussy-cat went; whether tact and straight machine, by thy beauteous eyes: what we

misse not extremity of yore hath stell’d thy beds of silver Scissors slice of my speech to the unknown to looked as

at rest, pass the counsel Juan. Dear, dear Love’s flowing those beauty’s form, where I may never knew. Whose gestures as she else.

Twenty-fourth Stanza

There it blaws, it fade, thy west with miser’s honesty again. Culture all these those ci-devant jesting every she

might know, who laugh, and that which the cure, go call so fair with the bell and of Death! Lest the west. They draw this powers above

all your name you listened, and others should staggering kiddes to the color of some reserved his pious chaos,

and very with brings have for life and it difference on that copy fair; her breast upon the light. And flowers do

from blame, its spray, and recall that the weary tendrils, and exchange my near Mercer St I probably good food. Succumbing

this mantle of life did keep putting brain to give my kitchen or gods are in the highwayman came out to grow

old with some may yet either married. And where Tim the last and gray year old we pad thro’ Heav’n’s halls, formica count of

men and doorbells with snow and therefore his horse, the shopping outlasts us all the chase female Babe does control were

na looking-glass, while hurried Lamia trembled: Ah, said you know, or do of charmingly sweet, and me in our worth

did in desire my word from youth, so call the place unknown; a second and pale to wayward Babe, terror in their

books to bait there kept his Embleme. Hey ho Perigot, what I shall iudge the rose, thus ouer all, but true life was undrest

of appendix, to climbs to wanders he; no Indes such delight to witlesse griefe, with them clustered catalepsy’.

Twenty-fifth Stanza

And the boy bring the awkward souls to know you here she’s two hours later. Old, if some relief; undone by your gaming, laughing or old, on the graunteth light. A girl who is asleep

I’m nineteen-year-olds, let not any. Stand; and as doomsday and virtue lies the crowd? In which love’s picture or magnificent: how, ever, never a sky’s or old or new.

Twenty-sixth Stanza

Men, in laurels’ pattering body hung about me now! No voice from Phoebus face looke aloft without on her

narrative error like a light lumps on with fortune’s barbers as lilies. Such certain to man. My hand—just lose to talk

in a woman; what I doubt he is a pitcht upon myself too had an enjoying. I hate that now thanked be God

of desire my father night not have from this time would be torn in jest; and how it by that enchased at all.

Twenty-seventh Stanza

For the wild star, gleaming tea and this rapier hills, that is my pretty, precious were hollow you fair clime, and made him slayne. Among mankind their hair in despatches her beauty and fresh, to thee to me, and godwit, if no vaile the

pale mould; and then delight home in life. She thous but this we will crush her beauty shall out with potential, there was a married My Lord, by Fate, a hecatomb of such I hate a peacock, of why wrapt she meadows and proud flesh so pure

life change; her pain and the ground, which one agreeable, pitiless, eyes, in the steady surprise, and the roll-call draws its sky, or Parrot by, nor ever of sleep I’m ninety yearning silently round to sleep and vales, or star that stark

alien surface burn blue. Next, she adoration, some record of Youth, who nails rustic wind might, by various air and which you too. There is not heard old Algrin, his job, his friends t is became here stands; but such as blank and have

spread with thy shape of darknesse of that the white or flowes, and then her down to age’s steeds, and of the air but worn them still sup free, but doth convinced that wild eyes for fight and placid glasse, and perform’d like to tell a different list from

Perditional pricked her golden and with dewy gem, all hope or two. Literally ill yet either harmonies she taste of silent form in the not how so yellow gold coin could heard the comes to know by no means, and as coy be ashamed

to run to stake, who shall you love sweare me to ye, my lad. I wanna be your leave ourself in Stella, this year was a catatonic shades away come, whose leap, beyond therefore him, there’s another kind of the faery people

of gold. The leaned her mat in Thailand, one is watchman even now, even asleep must own, farewell; and as they fed her up, and all these Canto; where Mahler wrote because he sat vpon a planet hung a stand ancient forth sweetness,

without and plained a little red man’s house. Look ye not the kitchen, maybe look back afraid sometimes grace made him in place unknown men, a land that’s how I admired, your therefore, the den and she will not; we ourself from her lost?

Twenty-eighth Stanza

Your razed quite ready five knuckles and loued the dawning. Ashamed the welcoming, near, more endear’d, at lengths of purer soul of the field of their share a part: so, either baby form containing this our wood a Piggy-wig stood its ash.

The sober, sad or charge some Celestial Sign; that won your their meaning to the dread of you will never come to ye, my lad. Of course is dying but precipice, and him off, and good. Dreadful package, and if for gander, ’ and sleepe, and

kept hold. Rave: they countenance and, daring night? And I have gone into thy heavy heart; the must now; for the heart of the fate which surrounds her wilt thou canst touch the west. They heart. Ended from home—mother weary wanders from the devils,

and there, as horse, your Highness we’d live: Alas! Art, this may to Time’s injurious were crucified. I ne’er the rays of life’s hate, this long branches and all danger in your neck regarded Darnel with my rest again that happy Hour,

enter’d in vain. Meat and she’d choosing— the minded Lycius bright color the purpose hear and freeze in fear and then lemons, and clangs in the strange, o ye Grace wit becomes a clock, by it trouble with me; for the clear, blush’d, celebration,

for as the rocks impress’d. Oh now I mean to make a mad way. Set in the hills are grows higher their reflected large, let bee. I travel both and curse changing hue, st. And cast above, they soon this new field them has successful too; why

not I that beating pretzels drinking soft, lute-fingers number ever sat, and charmeth they be not the condemned see. Heard, and thoughts, Prince, ’ he sat vpon a time, confused sacrifice to fight word—’Oh. The kingdoms of God, dove-footed, shone, and

hate, dost not dreams and to eternal beautiful Pussy- cat went in the back and then to keepen all the road lay bare in face, as we have from his name? The painting field of love still I ever hold inn-door. Sewn intoxicating

pretzels drinking-songs, spice his features— Lycius, look into the first, but thus thou make no noise, no tear-floods, nor cause you shalt have heart leap it be seen? Till he can touched in the found. Ah Willye now I meant; but you. For pity do nothing all-

suffice this fair wind in the Sea, and the meed of falling still. Damon cried Dang it? My face was true nature growing or old woes new fields go not, all possible and the tip of one five knuckles and then that time where her roundelay.

Twenty-ninth Stanza

Which is mornes messenger, she was all sea glazed with lines, and ever craned, and lose thou not apt to try, nor euery

purling still from innocently I untangled and foretold. Now gynneth theyr thro’ the distant in mysteries;

notwithstanding dog and calling the act. The while to escape? Long I’ve made Love up her settled upon thee, and beneath

her, why dost not somehow could not been, she gather’s day, and all you live i’ th’ fire. Thou didst rehearsal of all

sides the best actors less ploughing at the window of the lapping and quiver burns a pile of spear and the exchange,

and die. Lily, that all that whilomel become to those thee and Loue doth breed, the indifferent of wool and shook

the dun forgotten—in fold. Riding— descend in the serpent, sullen earthy mind wrapp’d like mouldy hay, but thee last

Tuesday a certain triumph bars, unlook’d gray, and to sleep. You were ticking violent that same, at once with thee; or, if

her Ford Cortina I will that I probably dropped and lover’s voice singing hue, so with. Rosy dawn. Outside it, which

works over his deede. It is a bright, after a holly father actual looked as if God’s future Livy to ape

the narration, the less there’s a name was finding yet it doth reverted backward. Court chemist mixing her in

his gold; she lovers do from Cenchreas, from singing a dark shore just reversed, than the wild beast in bridal Retinue

to women throne, beneath theyr god them thus, a though well which. We seem’d, and I am still unsatisfied—then from my

lips are of a bullets and Feares, and Syluanes haunters off paradise of him be thought his showed, without breeze

enough, retire: but slip and not speak to you moral seas would be plac’d euery where to Papa. For youth, rose, the

grand as hers! Is gone, embalmed every word I understood, he flies in his side, or be shown. From winters are greene sayles.

Thirtieth Stanza

At fourteen I married, and, with a brassy, shall but paine; take me to light strive which one; but I am nailed away.

Thirty-first Stanza

Muses, I often who have his. And daunce: my old man, to whom shelf, so I could run about his cruel lover? At least

as these, twill be as there is no other thresh, their little Female Babe is but all woodes beneath her one shilling

their lustres with the best, after battle, especially when did the nights to paint: since now I lay me down like a

costly galleon tossed until she knew lose on the best, and do acceptance, angry spinning whip leisurely to

man. It everyone elsewhere perhaps three call’d idolatry, nor known too. Sweetness to all my argument on living

home relation, I long’d so high inspiring of beautiful steps pursue. Many wood sang which makes breake you

quite away. He did streaks and elegances for the weather— still the wondering home reserve you never the o’er

mouth when I desire, give my breast and horse, or in this time we’ve her which bounteous wreath, what love before hie, featurelesse

hast thou found mine’s serene and eke the sea, till more a grace in these good to wound, alas! While yet are your gun

fixed bayonet like earrings. Drink; he feelings gainst death shed claret and frayed with Absence summer deaths who have lived alone

did not her beauty, so he built to be wood-globes of many-living hope, that settle ones leapèd and brothers, love,

like leave the late August over the frontier: I said no world with inward but since when upon the whole troubles from

the tail o’ a rottan, and passed and woman to that same start with thys hyll thou my life nor Art nor dreams. Because she

woke up crying. He glaunce in my plumes from Memory by a law divine in pieces: the shot. Whose voice, but I knowe.

But still postering a sweet for want to say thee, not unallied to hear your fill, it push- pin, for a year the

departed, you must know not,—only two yearning love I shall find out, convuls’d with a bootless goldenrod glowing boy,

human soul, the Nereids fair, and smooth-lipp’d serpent, sullen early glist’ring sky, without an arm or leave show to mother

giant heard, in gentle will always be seen hen in the lowe degree, I yield. A iudge, as t was divine, entranc’d

by tubes she knew lose you’ve forsooth— at home, and you tyrannie? Of some pleasure before which the sun and brands her shone,

and when the experience. If they knows, maybe? Death rattles, in bud and strange death a little as much inspired!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #194 texts #ballad sequence

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uchiha-7thsingularity · 2 years ago

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Decided to post for the 12th of October day. A little drabble of the Ll with MC in the frightful month.

Felix Iskander Escellun

Gentle boy is stoked for a month of disasters waiting to unfold. Magic spells to test on Sage.

Custom costumes you help him make on the whim to wear throughout the spooky holiday (gnome, wizard, vampire *again*, skeleton, shapeshifter, or reaper) so many choices to ruin him in by scaring him senseless for every day on the calendar.

Participating in a wine game you two created by saying a Halloween festive word (neither can repeat words you or the other have said already. If so, take a sip. The winner is the least drunk or the one who hasn't taken the last sip of wine from the bottle. *hint* it gets heated to the point your both yelling at each other slurring your words. "I said caramel popcorn a minute ago. You-you rough rider of cheating thespian's!!", he snarls at you wiggling a finger. Furrowed brows you smack his hand, " My poor sir, you're the one who stole my word first. I...MC was the one to spit it out first you pumpkin headed looney!!" *hic* stumbles over each other to fall together in a fit of giggles. (Anisa in the background. "You two had enough for the night."😅)

Decorating the manor and halls with Felix's taxidermy creations he spent his valuable time on. He feels accomplished more so than taking a nap 20 minutes ago in your lap. Send rapid fire on praises till he passes out from your sly smile. Breath down his neck to spook him and to see his pout. Give his taxidermy names or nicknames for fun. He's never felt more appreciated than right now for his creations.

Tell him he looks ravishing. Don't be shy. He lives to hear your sweet words. Kiss his rosy cheeks after hugging him from behind to show off your costume. Twirl for him. Admires you respectively.

Care for a treat. Has pockets full of peppermint sticks with caramel lollipops to hand out on a whim you had a sweet tooth. Feeds you and pinched your cheeks. Sometimes will lick his lips to make you wobble on your knees. Giggles...he truly is a nuisance in his own hollow way.

Grabs your hand to go to his homemade fort he made for the two of you to read for a restful night of mischief in fantasy land. He listens to your voice on repeat. Sometimes creates shadows with his hands to roleplay a scene for your eyes only. Very invested on nailing his characters by adding dramatic effects. For extra scenes you tell him to save the special scenes for when the two of you are alone. His face is stuck in a red hue for the rest of his waking days.

Anisa Anka

Gives out candy to any kids who visit her at the marketplace she volunteers for the monthly festival of Pumpkin season.

Loves to carve silly faces in the pumpkins or apples she finds to decorate for the month. You two actively engage on one-to-one fake duals to put on a show for Porriman dwellers for entertainment purposes. The crowd finds it out of this world. Cheers and claps can be heard from every direction. The two of you are pleased but sweaty to the point you want to pass out right then and there.

Her costume (Alien, Minnie Mouse *her favorite*, Jack frost, dragon tamer, mother nature, and cowgirl) Please tell her her legs and thighs are lovely beyond words. Bow down to her. Please do. She is so charming in the seasonal colors.

Massage her shoulders while she drinks her pumpkin spice latte you made for her to warm up. Watch her shoulders relax and a sigh escapes her. Tell her to wear booties you bought her to shuffle around in on her days off. Sit her by the fire and hold her till she falls asleep.

Making candy apples with her. Some of the caramel and melted candy are burnt but the apple is crispy. Add whatever additional sweets like candy corn, chocolate, peanuts, fudge or strawberry syrup you wish to add to fill your stomach with.

Telling you cursed stories she's heard from her "fellow" knights that ends up looking her for the rest of the day. PARANOID. She is on high alert for any criminals or drunks though you try to grab her attention to let her enjoy herself for once. "Crime never ceases, Mc. Don't forget that I made a vow to stand up to protect you myself," a timid smile presents itself on her round face. "Neither does JUSTICE!," hands entwined a laugh escapes the two of you as you venture toward a new adventure.

Classic till the end. She will want to conquer her fear of clowns. At the end, trials and error, she just pulls you closer into her chest at night with a candle in her hand. Bed sheets clutched around the two of you in matching nightgowns. You worry at her wide-eyed stare at the dresser in front of you, until she falls asleep with her eyebrows raised.

Sage Lesath

This man is unhinged for the entire month. Keeps his tail away from Stella and Urchins roaming below his thick ankles. Admires pranks. Despises Halloween pranks or Felix's experiments that target him during the cold season.

He has you tied to his hips at all times. Searches for wanted criminals for bigger bounties. Secretly saving up to buy you two accessories for your homemade outfits. (Would dress as a nymph, mafia boss, banshee, werewolf, samurai, or lizard man). At one point he accidentally kept tearing the fabric of his costume. You just fix it throughout the day. Grateful for your patience with his messy self. You assure him his claws are the minimum concern and that you just want him to enjoy being apart of the experience.

Mazes are a BIG no! Him and tulsi tried it when they were younger. He immediately lost her. Then again, his sense of smell was not trained to pinpoint a person and rather for food. You wave off his frowning face. Drag him to an cartoon artist. Eases his worries and struggles to sit still for a while. You have to legit sit on his lap for him to focus on his attention on you. The artist draws you two with funny expressions. More saliva coating down sage's chin staring at you with googlely eyes. You two laugh for a couple hours showing off your new favorite picture.

Has zero tolerance for magic unless it double-backs on Rime and felix. He recently asked those two to keep him out of any "malarkey" the two create for this month. Felix and rime tie "magical" balloons to sage's tail to wake him up stuck to the ceiling. (Cue meme: Are those Helium Ballons?...Yes) He curses the silly boys laughing their butts off on the slime-stained carpet. You and anisa sip your tea with your legs crossed marveling at the trio before you.

*gasp* karaoke!! At any bar you two visit that sage isn't banned from...you dance clumsily upon the drunk patrons. Will dip you occasionally to lift you up by the thighs and spin you till you puke. Sorry not sorry. He will definitely have sour candy in his pockets to snack on when you take a break to clear your throat. Kisses your forehead and leaves you to ponder on his swaying tail wrapped around your waist. Grab his collar and smooch his neck. He spits his drink out. Mission accomplished.

Throw pumpkins to see your strength endurance. You make a game of it. Who can throw the farthest? Later, you and he bake the seeds to share with the others. And if there are leftover intact pumpkins you bake a pumpkin pie. Yum!

Can and should give out candy to urchins that knock on the door of Fanthom. Spook them a little. Compliments every single one's costume or respects those who did not wear a costume. Sometimes doesn't notice the same kids coming to the door. They switched costumes with each other to fool the cat man who gives out a handful of candy. Luckily, sage and anisa bought three bags of candy earlier the week before. Hug him forever and thank him for his existence.

Rime Solano Varela

He should be the definition of terrifying with his lack of empathy and psychopathic tendecies. He's slowly working on it with you. Anyways you made him a costume. (I can imagine him as a ninja, plague doctor, assassin, spy, shinigami, or wendigo). Compliments you to the extent he can see the pomegranate tint coating your entire face. He haunted his threats and killing you for now. Just in case, anisa and felix confiscated his knives for the coming holiday. Shrugs his shoulders in irritation," Excessive but fair."

Absolutely! Plays! Pranks! No one is safe. Ask you to help him for the sake of getting sage and the others. Mostly sage. You probably don't witness the glimpses he takes in your direction when you look away from him. A smile escapes him from time to time. He contemplates your relationship to the point in time (wherever you're at in the frenemies era). Sociable to you little by little about felix mainly. Maybe you or himself one day.

Scares crows or black cats off. He's not superstitious. He just doesn't want the mess in his personal area or surroundings of mischief. Twirls a pocket knife. (MC sweats in background)"Relax. If I wanted another corpse hanging over Fanthom, you are the last decorative ornamental I want to show to the world," his smirk makes you slap his butt and run up ahead of him in a huff. Shock for a second. Then chases you into the forest to pin you down. *cough* thats all I'll tell you.

Sets up Fanthom tower like a haunted house to obnoxiously scare people for his amusement. *hint* Do Not ask him were he got the"fake" blood from. Intentionally has skulls along with felix taxidermy to hang on the stone walls or ceilings. Scented cinnamon candles are a must. Oops, a hand in the winery. Not really, it's a ice hand he carved to expand his devilish inquiries.

Has a couple spells to mess with you. For example, one day you decide to cross boundaries and touch his cold hand. As soon as you grab his hand you feel bolts of electricity shock your core. Ouch!! He loses it at your attempt to punch him in the chest. Later, you get him back.

Drinks warm apple cider with a cinnamon stick clinking glasses with you. Dresses with a thick black wool crop top. And Burgundy pants with chains dropping on the side. A pink shawl is tied around his waist to cover his swishing tail. Works on training to keep up his abs. Will never give that up. His words, specifically. You can't blame him. A little jealous of his work effort and diet schedule.He still eats caramel and chocolate candy.

Without knowing you two fall asleep on the couch waiting for Felix to make lemon tea. With the rain padding the windowsill outside and the romance novels, you read lull you two to sleep. When felix returns with a tray of tea and snacks he sees you drooling on rime's shoulder. And him nuzzling into your ruffled hair. After you two wake up you're both in denial. He continues his work with a furrowed brow and you as well. Felix shakes his head. Although, the deer's white speckled face burns brilliant in the fall season for his outlook on life is surely changing for the better.

#fictif #last legacy #gender neutral reader #felix iskandar escellun #rime solano varela #anisa anka #sage lesath #october 12 #halloween

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thetwstwildcard · 2 years ago

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I’m a new follower but I’ve been following your work for a while and I really like it :D I think your artstyle is very nice and very pretty! I hope it’s not too much for you but what do your ramshackle students think of my prefect Ellis! Thank you so much again aaaaa💖💗💞💝

Aww thank you so much, I'm honored 🥺🧡

Decided to do all my Ramshackle babes (aka Yuu Squad plus Des, Amias and Ezra) [just no Yua because story/lore wise it wouldn't work]

Yuuto Sakuraba

"Ellis?" He yawned "She likes to talk a lot about her stories, though I think I made her mad once when I fell asleep while she was talking." He frowned "Her voice was calming, I couldn't help it."

Pyxis/Nova

"Ah Miss Ellis, finally another thespian!" Pyxis sighed dramatically, putting his hand to his forehead before wincing. With a flick of the wrist he took off his mask and revealed his other eye "Great. Another one." Nova hissed

Lacie Reyes

"Oh El? Oh she's tons of fun!" Lacie bounced on the balls of her feet "Ha, these platforms help to make me taller so I've been able to spin her around a few times since she can dance!"

Aspen Cyfrin

"Miss Clawthone is quite the studious girl. Ha, she goes through romance books like I go through grimoires" he chuckled to himself "I've happened to flip through some of her books, they're ... Interesting. I can see why she likes them."

Kagero Shimizu

"So loud. Though the times when she quites down and joins me for tea as I work on new talismans are... pleasant. Then again... I never invited her. I suppose the smell of strawberry sweets drew her in." he chuckled softly

Makaio Keahi

"Miss Elli has joined me in swimming a few times, I always win but I guess it's because the water is on my side?" He grinned brightly "She's cute when she's grumbly at a loss."

Doll

"Her? Oh that other girl. I have left my books around a few times and unfortunately picked up some of her romance books." They sighed "Her sewing in interesting."

Des Carriedo

"Miss Clawthrone is another interesting new student." he smiled "she's stolen a few strawberries out of my ingredients, so I've been adding a few more to the recipe to even it out."

Amias Caritas

"Ah yes, the little girly. Finally another romantic in this dorm, as long as we don't fall for the same person things should go along swell." A darkness crossed his face for a moment as a smile crosses his lips before changing back.

Ezra Crowley

"Another poor soul bearing the weight of my father's "kindness"" he sighed, shaking his head "For all she's been put through she's quite strong. Since she lacks magic I'll be happy to lend mine to her service."

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #oc #twstoc #twst ocs #Yuu squad #ramshackle squad #yuuto sakuraba #pyxis #nova #lacie reyes #aspen cyfrin #kagero shimizu #makaoi keahi #doll #Des Carriedo #Amias Caritas #Ezra Crowley

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moonpaw · 5 years ago

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I dunno if this has been asked before, but would you mind recommending some good ol bnha fics? If not that’s okay! I just really enjoy reading the ones you mention on your blog

oh boy do i

why not bust out my whole dang list

now most of these fics are focused more around plot than shipping but there are some shippy ones here n there

also 90% of them are also at least 20k words at minimum bc do i love my slow burn fics

under the cut i divided the fics in some categories so its just not one giant mess lmao hope you can some you enjoy in here

symbol guide:

* - great fic, if you’re not sure where to start give these a shot || ** - one of my top favorites ||✔ - fic is part of a series and the first (or multiple) of it is complete ||✔✔ - fic is completely 100% finished ||

edit: main ships in fics have been tagged as requested (but once again, most of the fics do not revolve around the romance, so keep that in mind)

last edit: 9/14/2021

current fic count: 228

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*A beacon in the Dark | tododeku |

**Yesterday Upon the Stair ✔✔

**Indefinite

Juxtapose (Dad Might)

[I Dont Have A] Telepathic Heart

**Stygian Fire | bakudeku |

Dancing Away From the Void

Stare Into the Void

Sungazers

Optimistic Pessimism

**Imaginary | tododeku |

Something Borrowed

A Poor Bird // Red Are Strawberries

Death Need Not Apply

Pompeii

*Canary ✔✔

Dekiru: The Fusion Hero!

Til Hellfire Rain Upon You | kiri/toko/deku |

Possession Is Nine-Tenths of the Law

*Dis(associate) ✔✔

Persephone ✔✔ | bakudeku |

Magic Runs Deep

Emerald Enigma | shindeku |

And In His Eyes, A Galaxy

Roulette

*Take Only What You Need

**Izuku is (Afraid) ✔

*One With The Mists

**The Wails in the Walls

*First Try (Not The Last) ✔

These eyes

From Here to Ten Thousand

* Wind The Watch For Time You Don’t Need ✔✔

Blessed Vessel

See (Too Much) (Dadmasa)

Villain / forced villain au (17)

*A Dangerous Game ✔

**Bloom In Winter (Quirkless)

A House Divided Against Itself ✔✔ (Vigilante, Quirkless)

A Single Reason

Submerged (Quirkless)

*Float On

Fallen Angel (Dadzawa)

100% Riot (Quirkless)

*Looking Glass | tododeku & kiribaku |

*Virtuoso ✔

Flare Signal ✔✔

The Path to Villainy ✔ | bakudeku |

To Whom It May Concern ✔

Useless | bakuOcha & izuOcha |

Haunting | bakudeku |

Silent Shadow ✔

The Mind Electric

Dad for One (42)

**From Muddy Waters

Panta Rhei

Kid for One

*Words As Weapons

Exchange (Dad Might)

**Cardiac Arrest

*Ascendant

*Conversations With A Cryptic ✔

Project: Disaster

Choices | tododeku |

**Anyone (Vigilante)

*What is One Life to the World? (But it was mine…)

Broken Promises ✔✔

Parenting in All Its Glory ✔

*I’m Home

The Villain Is A Part Timer (Quirkless, Vigilante?, Villain?, Hero?)

Meeting

Is it Stolen if Returned

Ultimatum (Villain / Forced Villain)

Dad-For-One-Week 2 ✔✔

*Career Change

The Second Prince ✔✔ (Quirkless, No Quirks?)

Tales of the Thespians

Walking On The Void | tododeku |

*All for One’s Guide To A Peaceful Retirement ✔

Sunshine Through the Shadows (Villain/Forced Villain) (Vigilante)

A Helping Hand in the Dark ✔✔

*Urges ✔ (Villain/Forced Villain)

Finality

Nightmares are what dreams are made of ✔✔ (Dad Might)

from the perfect start to the finish line ✔✔

How to murder your father ✔✔

*Ghost of the Father

If you had only stayed ✔✔

The Way Home

Kamino’s Ward

Genetic Ties ✔✔

Internet Friends (Quirkless)

The Polite Way to Compete for Guardianship of One Midoriya Izuku ✔✔ (Dadmight)

*Dad, stay in jail (Quirkless)

Adaptation week

*Speak of the devil

Dad Might (13)

Evolutionary, Endpoint (Dadzawa) | tododeku & toshinko |

*Ignite the Ashes

All but One | toshinko |

Replacing Atlas | tododeku & toshinko |

Yamikumo, The Black Rabbit (Villain / Forced Villain)

*Butterfly ✔

*Second Chance (Dad for One)

Little Liar (Villain/Forced Villain) ✔✔

*Angel’s Egg

It’s a Dangerous World Out There For a Kid Like You (Quirkless)

*For Kurou | toshinko |

*Dude, Where’s My Quirk? ✔✔

You Are My Home

Dadzawa (18)

**Live a Hero

*Burn Your Wings ✔ | tododeku |

The Lost Boys (Vigilante) | tododeku & kiribaku & shiniida |

Komorebi

No Good Deed ✔✔

**Gallows Humor

Synchronicity

*Schrödinger’s cat ✔✔ | tododeku |

Forced Successor (Dad Might)

i. shaky hands ✔✔

lovetap | shindeku |

Creeping Between The Walls, Hiding In The Halls | kamideku |

Slip Away ✔✔

Catzawa ✔

*Wild

*Sky’s the Limit

**Complicated Creation ✔ (Quirkless)

**throw me a goddamn rope - just enough to hang myself with

Quirkless Izuku (20)

Subject: A Comprehensive Report

*Erased Potential (Dadzawa) | tododeku |

In A Sky Of A Million Stars (Who Cares If One More Light Goes Out?)|bakudeku|

The Long Way Around ✔✔

Pro Hero Metal Bat | momodeku |

AllMightAllTheTime said at 12:13pm:

Locked In Digital

The Youtuber and The Hero ✔✔ | kirideku |

An Outsider’s Perspective

Detective Midoriya | izuOcha |

*Elysium Risen

*Porcelain (Dadzawa)

The Road that Went Forever ✔✔

Apathy (Vigilante)

Tune in // Tune up

A Wager of Wits

Fake News

Trapped in the Ice ✔ (Dadmasa)

Skip (Dadzawa)

*lying gets you everywhere (Dadmasa) (DFO)

Vigilante AU (16)

*A Difference of Perspective ✔ (Quirkless)

*Sucker Punch ✔✔ (Dadzawa, Quirkless)

Black Fox ✔ (Quirkless)

Vigilant (Quirkless)

A Deadman’s Gun ✔✔ (Quirkless)

No Biggie (Quirkless)

Cat’s Cradle

A Fraudulent Claim to Immortality

Catalyze ✔✔ | tododeku |

Before my heart gives out ✔✔ (Quirkless kinda)

**Pied Piper (Quirkless)

Biocide (Dadzawa)

A Bite Worse than the Bark | tododeku & kiribaku |

Two Sides of the Same Coin (Dadzawa, Quirkless)

*Void Caller (Quirkless, Dad for One)

Dial Tone | shindeku |

Non-human Izuku / “Monster” Quirks (26)

**Leviathan

U.A.’s Resident Ghost (Dadzawa)

Daymare

The Worm That Dorks

I’m Friends With the Monster in My Closet | bakudeku |

Oyasumi Midoriya ✔✔

**His Father’s Son

**Useless Monster

*The Dark Below ✔✔

Eldritch

Cuckoo Bird

*The World Is Silent (We Are Loud) | bakudeku |

Eater

The Haunting of Class 1-A

With All Due Respect, what the fuck?

Hellbound | kiribaku & todobaku |

Izuku Eats His Problems | shindeku |

Cheshire

Izuku haunts Class 1-A

Call of the Basilisk

Unsettled

Inexorable beast

The monster amongst us

*Scars and Scales ✔✔

Dancing With The Dead | shindeku |

Lairbreaker

“No Quirks” au (13)

*Beast Among Men | tododeku | !Discontinued!

Spread Your Wings (And Learn How To Fly) | tododeku |

Green Around The Gills | bakudeku |

How To Train Your Useless Dragon ✔✔ | bakudeku & kirimina |

Flower Bouquet | bakudeku & kiridenki |

Tides of Fortune | bakudeku & todocha |

Arrhythmia ✔✔ | bakudeku |

The Sky Dissapears | tododeku |

*Welcome to Magnolia Springs! ✔✔ | bakudeku & kiridenki |

Boom, Boof, Bakuwoof

*Crimson Concrete ✔✔ | bakudeku & kiridenki |

Deliver Us In These Trying Times ✔✔ (Non-Human)

The Duality of a Fanboy ✔✔ | tododeku |

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Quantum Displacement

Break Your Bones Not Your Promises

*The Mystery of Student No. 18 ✔✔

Powdered Gold and Pottery | tododeku |

A Complete List of Everything I’ve Ever Been Afraid Of

I Could Never Know A World Without You | bakudeku |

We Are Never Truly Dead | bakudeku |

Aphelion ✔

*Trial By Fire

Elixir | bakudeku |

The Deaf Hero: Deku ✔✔

Something You Didn’t Know You Needed ✔✔ | izuOcha |

Journey To The Past ✔✔

The Night We Met ✔✔ | bakudeku |

That One Catastrophe BNHA Youtube/Buzzfeed AU ✔

Like a Light Switch ✔

Switch is Which?

*Spiked ✔✔

Once Forgotten, Twice Removed ✔✔

Through the Veil

Into the Past, Present and Future

Toccata and Fugue in d Minor ✔✔

In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time ✔ | bakudeku |

Corruption ✔✔

Shouta’s weirdly omniscient class. ✔✔

An Accident at Work Study

The story of how Midoriya Izuku won the Sport Festival ✔✔

Accidental Hero

A Phoenix First Must Burn ✔✔

Float ✔✔

** Alas, Quirks are Assholes | Tododeku |

* Feelings? Gross. ✔✔ | Shindeku |

* Compass

#Anonymous #bnha #my hero academia #fic recs #you: hoping for a few recs #me: *bust out a 50 foot long list*#i just..... love bnha fics......#ill probably just keep this updated so i wont ever have to do this again cause oh boi #9/14/21 added Compass in Misc #9/17/21 added dad stay in jail in dad for one

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cotncandyboifics · 4 years ago

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1989 [High School AU]: Chapter 8

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Masterpost

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 9 ~

Pairings: slight Logince, eventual Prinxiety & Logicality

Word count: 2,407

Story summary: Roman Prince is your stereotypical Jock, with everyone swooning after him. Every day a crowd of people follow him around, only to disperse at his personal whim. In reality, he's lucky to have such good acting skills that help him cover up the disdain he has for his life. He only wishes he could use his skills properly.

Patton Whitelock's always there to lend a helping hand, no matter who you are. If you need a favor or just need someone to talk to, go to him. In reality, he's been taught from a young age that kindness should be held above all else. No one suspects that he took it the wrong way.

Logan Montgomery is the smartest boy in the Senior class. He's stern, and most people are too intimidated to speak to him. In reality, he despises most all of his fellow students. He sticks to his studies and doesn't stray, for fear of being stuck in his father's shadow his whole life.

Virgil Black is the most emo kid in school, let alone 12th grade; everyone knows to leave him be. In reality, he's very fortunate. He has two parents who love him dearly. But everything beyond his life, everything within his mind, is utter chaos and turmoil.

what will happen when they're assigned a biology project together?

General CW: food, swearing, implied s-lf h-rm, non-graphic descriptions of s-lf h-rm scars, graphic and non-graphic descriptions of anxiety attacks and panic attacks, drug abuse, minor character intoxicated on heroin, non-graphic drug overdose description, sickness/description of sickness, blood, non-graphic descriptions of needles, (will be added to as I write more)

Chapter CW: food, (let me know if i missed anything please!)

Author notes: alternate title: Virgil's very subtle epiphany. also Patton has a gay panic moment lol

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Slam.

Monday morning. Mr. Berry was slapping a small poster on each student's desk like a stamp, one-by-one and painfully slowly.

"This," he began, "Is the official welcome to the schoolyear; audition posters for the Fall Talent Show." His bloated belly hardly fit between the desk rows, and students made futile attempts to scoot away from him before they were bombarded by his tyrannical tummy. "As a retired thespian and a life long supporter of theatre and the arts," he continued, bringing his pile of posters to his chest in his passion, "I highly recommend you at least consider looking into auditions. Everyone has a passion, or at least a hobby, and the talent show is a perfect freelance opportunity to show off your skills."

Roman rolled his eyes too dramatically. This was upsetting him more than he thought it would, and his eyes shot daggers up at his large superior as he slammed the next poster onto Roman's desk.

"Auditions will be held next week, on the specified dates. The show itself will be two weeks later, I believe on Friday night. Be there, and I will award you some extra credit points. All you must do is present me with your ticket, which must have your name on it," he eyed a few mischievous students in the room, "With a stamp on it from the Talent Show admissions booth, on the following Monday." As soon as Mr. Berry had given a poster to Virgil and moved on, Virgil quietly crumpled it and shoved it into a random part of his backpack, proceeding to fold his arms on his desk and put his head down. This caught Roman's attention, and his subconscious latched onto formulating a teasing remark for after class as a distraction from his own feelings about the Talent Show.

After class, the usual place where Roman and Virgil were shortly alone and had a short interaction - most often consisting of some insufferable tease from Roman or occasionally a debate spurred by Virgil making a witty side comment - the two met once again. After their first class of the day was usually the only time they were both at their lockers at the same time, as it happened, and Virgil was always thankful that it was the only time. Since their assignment to the Biology project, however, Roman had taken to walking with Virgil from their English class to their lockers and beginning his bouts of banter prematurely.

"Not a fan of the infamous talent show, are we?" Roman paced quickly over to Virgil, who had just made it outside the classroom door as they'd been dismissed. Virgil huffed in defeat as his attempt to escape before Roman could catch him had been fruitless.

"It's ridiculous," Virgil didn't slow his pace for Roman, and began essentially speedwalking down the hall. Roman was slightly taller than him and was able to keep up, but still got a little out of breath doing it. "Hey everyone, come and show everyone in the school something you really enjoy so they can all collectively judge you and make you self conscious about your interests and - oh no! you don't wanna do it anymore because you feel horribly inadequate? shoooot. Sorry man, no one could have seen that coming. Oh well, better luck next year when you'll just ruin a different passion for yourself!" Virgil flailed his hands at the end of his mini-rant.

"How can you stay that sarcastic for that long consecutively? I'm honestly impressed," Roman said, huffing as they arrived at their lockers. Virgil's permanent frown seemed to somehow deepen. "Though, I guess I really can't argue, Count Woe-laf. I see your point. The pressures of an impromptu performance are... undeniable." Roman focused his attention on the padlock hanging from the latch of his locker, while Virgil looked to him with widened eyes.

"Really?" He didn't look away from Roman until he would look back.

"What?" Roman defended.

"It's just..." Virgil focused on his own padlock now, "You never agree with what I say. It always becomes a debate," he pulled his locker open lazily, pulling his backpack off his shoulders and putting it on backwards so that he could more easily exchange things. When Roman didn't reply, he continued, "like... I don't know. Why is it any different now?"

Roman was exchanging things as well, and didn't have an immediate answer. Well, he knew the answer (or in this case, answers), but it wasn't one he was even ready to admit to himself, let alone anyone else, and especially let alone Virgil. He just eventually shrugged.

This reaction only further alarmed Virgil. He opened his mouth to continue his flabbergasted interrogation, but the bell rang right at that moment. Roman slammed his locker shut suddenly.

"Well, that's our queue I suppose. See you tonight, Incredible Sulk." Roman elbowed Virgil in the shoulder a bit awkwardly and began skipping down the hall to his next class. That left a dumbfounded and nearly-panicking Virgil standing in front of his open locker in an almost completely empty hall.

He wished Roman would stop leaving him like that.

...

Roman had texted the Biology Project group chat that weekend, saying he had an important football practice on Monday that went until 5. they'd have to have their meet-up at Roman's a bit later in the evening. Logan simply waited it out by heading to the school library to get his other homework done, while Patton and Virgil shot the breeze, walking down random hallways of the school.

The two of them were grabbing a snack from a vending machine when Virgil checked his phone. It was 4:50. They got their respective snacks - Patton got a strawberry Pop tart and Virgil got a Sunny D - and made their way to the designated meeting place. It was a concrete bench at the front of the school. They expected to find Logan there, but he wasn't. The two of them simply sat on the cold bench and exchanged bits of each other's snacks, and continued talking until Virgil noticed someone approaching.

He figured it would be Logan, but this person was shorter and more filled out than Logan. He trained his eyes better and realized that it was Roman. Roman, who happened to have a towel around his neck and sopping-wet crimson curly hair unabashedly on display. A drip of water rolled down his cheek and along his jawline, and Virgil realized he was staring. Roman finally got within conversation distance.

"Like what you see, Charlie Frown?" He teased. Patton looked to Virgil, noticing his awe, and giggled.

"Hah, in your dreams, Meta Knight," Virgil deflected half-heartedly, still finding it hard to pull his eyes away from Roman's unfortunate perfection. It was only worse that Roman knew just how attractive he was.

"Why's your hair all wet, silly?" Patton asked, standing energetically to greet him.

"We rinse off after practice. I considered leaving my shirt off so i could just get a clean one when i got home, but i knew that might be a bit too much to handle for some of us," Roman elbow-nudged Patton, who just giggled again and pushed his glasses up. Virgil knew that was extremely forced, especially after their conversation on Friday.

"Well," Roman checked his wristwatch, "Where would my nerdy Wolverine happen to be? It's ten past, and if there's anything Logan certainly is, it's punctual."

"Quite right you are," a stern voice came from behind them, to reveal Logan's lengthy form approaching casually. "My apologies for my tardiness. I got quite engaged in a particular Physics problem." Roman turned to him smiling, and pecked him on the cheek. Virgil didn't need to look at Patton to feel his friend's heart sink through the floor.

"Shall we then?" Roman turned to lead the way on the five-block journey to his house.

...

"hmm, that reminds me," Roman said from his sprawled position on his bed, "what are all your sexualities?"

That sure caught everyone's attention. The clock beside Roman's bed read 6:28 PM. Logan was studying their plants and taking notes, Patton had been cooing quietly to Roman's pet turtle, and Virgil was sitting in Roman's spinning desk chair scrolling on his phone. They all looked at Roman at once, and then at each other.

"Heh," Roman sat up, "My apologies for blurting such an intrusive question, I was just looking up at my-" he gestured toward his ceiling- "glorious flag, and it made me wonder. No man must answer that which he does not desire to." Roman was blatantly referring to the Bisexual flag that was pinned to the ceiling above his bed. They all looked at it, and back at him. "I suppose it's obvious now, but yes, I am undeniably bisexual," He faux bowed.

The silence wasn't doing anyone good, so Patton broke it before it got too much more awkward. "I, I'm gay," he said sheepishly, continuing to observe the turtle. Virgil gave him a soft smile, and decided to offer himself up next.

"I'm pan," he seemed to recoil further into his hoodie, if that were even possible. Logan turned to the other three, adjusting his necktie.

"I'm not usually one to admit this to many people, but since you have all been so transparent and calm about such personal information," He started, "I am comfortable telling you that I am Asexual."

No one regarded this with much surprise, except for Roman. "Oh really?" He said, seemingly surprised and embarrassed. Virgil scoff-laughed at him.

"What, upset you can't make your sexual fantasies a reality?" Virgil teased. Roman gasped, bringing a hand to his chest in an offended gesture.

"Excuse me!" He exclaimed, a look of disgust contorting his face.

Before a classic Roman-Virgil debate could ensue, Patton decided to share his thoughts.

"Well, I, I mean, I'm not ace but I, I guess sex isn't really so important to me," he was fiddling with his ring yet again.

"W-well, it should never be the centerpiece of any relationship!" Roman declared. They all looked at him skeptically. "what? I mean, personally, I prefer grand gestures." As he spoke, he stood and walked to Logan. "In my opinion," he produced a pristine bouquet of deep red roses that none of the others had noticed anywhere in the room before, "they are the key to any person's heart."

Logan seemed tame, Patton thought. As if he were performing. If he were being his normal self, he would have been very confused by where Roman had hidden the bouquet, and how it looked so perfect after being concealed. Instead, he just took it with a very gentle sweet smile, and thanked him quietly. Instead of Logan, Patton was now the one confused.

Virgil's face was red, and his neck a blotchy pink; thankfully he was mostly hidden under his purple bangs and hood. He huffed and excused himself to use the restroom. Patton noticed this time, and grabbed his arm before he made it out of the room.

"You okay?" he whispered gently to Virgil. Virgil just looked at him, mustered a small smile and a nod. Patton knew exactly what that meant. Virgil was okay, he just needed a moment. He returned the smile, and released his gentle paternal grip on Virgil's arm, allowing him to leave.

There was the sound of someone calling Roman's name from another part of the house, and Roman excused himself, rushing off to find its source.

Logan slipped his phone into the pocket of his navy slacks. "Well, I must be going now," He began. Instead of reaching to gather his things, he trained his acute attention directly on Patton, who was startled by the sudden focus on him. "Patton, do you have a ride home today?"

"I, uh, well," He tried blurting out an excuse but none came to his mind. "No, not exactly..."

Logan was slowly approaching, and Patton tried to back up but hit the terrarium containing Roman's turtle after just one small step. "Would you like a ride? My parents would be more than happy to assist in your safe transport home."

"Well, well I really don't want to intrude, or-" He stopped dead when Logan placed a slender hand gently on his shoulder.

"I insist. It's no intrusion or burden to them. They appreciate being able to help others when they can, especially people whose company I enjoy." Logan didn't feel as though he was figuratively lying through his teeth, but he knew that his parents didn't exactly feel that way. The nature of the situation was more that they took kindly to those that Logan worked well with on academically related subjects, such as people from his study group or the like.

Patton caught himself before letting the thought "you enjoy my company?" escape his lips. He just smiled. He knew there was no way he could get himself to deny Logan's offer when his heart was taking the reins.

"I would.. really appreciate, a ride home, yeah," He said quietly. Logan was just looking into his eyes with a tenderness Patton hadn't seen before. He pushed away any thoughts that Logan may have looked at Roman the exact same way during their date. He hoped he hadn't, and cursed himself for hoping it.

"Wonderful," Logan pulled himself out of their shared momentary trance. "I will let them know. I'm sure they will find it a pleasure to become acquainted with you. They should be here in less than five minutes, so I suggest gathering your belongings." Logan's thumbs padded across is illuminated phone screen as he spoke, until he once again slid it into his pocket and began collecting his things along with Patton.

Virgil entered once again, hood off and face slightly red and wet. it was clear that he hadn't been crying due to the sporadic nature of the droplets of water across his face; it looked more like he'd just haphazardly washed his face in the sink and hadn't bothered to wipe the remnants away. Patton smiled at him brightly.

"Ah, Virgil," Logan addressed as he slung his bag over his shoulder, "It was pleasant to see you again. We are on our way out now. Are you ready, Patton?" He looked to Patton, who also slung his bag over his shoulder.

"Yep! Logan's giving me a ride," Patton blatantly could barely contain his excitement in his ever-growing grin, so Virgil only returned it with a small thumbs up.

"Alright, ill see you guys in class tomorrow," He hugged Patton tightly, and half-heartedly saluted to Logan without making eye contact. Logan simply nodded to him, and the two left shortly, leaving Virgil alone in Roman's room.

#ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts roman #roman sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #prinxiety #logicality #logan x patton #roman x virgil #slow burn #high school au #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides #thomas sanders

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uomo-accattivante · 4 years ago

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Several people have asked me about the Juilliard classmate who co-starred with Oscar in the school’s production of Chekhov’s Three Sisters. Her name was Sarah Fox, and she was destined to become a star, in her own right, before sadly becoming a victim of a still-unsolved homicide in May, 2004.

The following is a quote about Oscar’s statement to the New York Times and the article it originated from:

“Oscar Isaac, a fellow third-year drama student, said Ms. Fox was known for her constellation of hugs. The one reserved exclusively for Mr. Isaac would require each of them to tickle each other's backs while embracing.”

(📷: Serena Reeder)

Her story has much of the familiar ring of the young aspirant's tale. She was a radiant young woman with a repertoire of special hugs, imbued with talent and brimming with hope. From the far reaches of New Jersey, she came to study at one of New York's fabled cultural institutions and to wonder if one day destiny might find her. People took notice. She glowed.

Sarah Fox's story ended when her badly decomposed body was found on Tuesday by a volunteer search party in the thickets near a jogging path in Inwood Hill Park in northern Manhattan. Positive identification was made yesterday, law enforcement authorities said, after her mother presented dental records to the medical examiner's office.

The police said that she had been strangled, though they were uncertain whether by hand or by another method, and they could not determine if she had been sexually assaulted. The bizarre placement of petals and branches from a tulip tree around the body raised the question that the killing may have had a ritualistic element. The police said they were without suspects but were casting a wide net.

Ms. Fox was 21, 5 feet 2 inches tall, with blue eyes and strawberry blond hair that she wore short on the sides and spiked on top. She was a student in the drama department at the Juilliard School, the performing arts conservatory at Lincoln Center. The rarefied air of its sleekly modern buildings have produced a long list of hallowed names including Miles Davis, Philip Glass, Yo-Yo Ma, Itzhak Perlman, Nina Simone and Robin Williams.

Ms. Fox was starry-eyed with her own high aspirations for a stage career. She drew a favorable response for her versatility, just as convincingly playing the conniving Natasha in Chekhov's ''Three Sisters'' as she did a bird in the Aristophanes play ''The Birds.'' A fellow drama student at Juilliard remarked on how ''brave, open, accomplished'' she was as an actress.

Recently, though, she had taken a leave from the school. Her relatives said she had found Juilliard very demanding and simply needed a brief interlude to replenish herself. She intended to resume her studies in the fall as a third-year student.

The abrupt and jarring end to her life left Juilliard bewildered. The discovery equally stunned the city itself. Though Ms. Fox's movements in the hours leading to her death remain unclear, it appears that a young woman went out to jog well before dusk, in a park where children played and people walked their dogs, only to encounter a murderer that no one saw.

For an hour and a half yesterday morning, members of the Juilliard drama department gathered to collectively address her death. This took place in Room 304, a classroom that has become something of a designated grieving room. In recent years, similar grim assemblages occurred. Several years ago, another third-year drama student was found dead and the room filled up. It did again last year when a student's sister was murdered. It was the same place where students gathered after Sept. 11.

In the room that one student characterized as ''an emotional vortex,'' more than 150 people mourned Sarah Fox, an astonishing number given that classes had ended for the academic year a week ago and many students had dispersed. A second-year drama student who attended the session said the event was ''uplifting'' even though virtually everyone was in tears. Ms. Fox's boyfriend, a Juilliard drama graduate, was among those who spoke.

Later in the day, about 70 students and faculty members returned to campus for a half-hour memorial service in one of the dance studios. Filing out of the building, Jane Cho, 31, a former piano student and now a career counselor at Juilliard, said, ''It was dark and a lot of people were crying.''

Joseph W. Polisi, Juilliard's president, issued a statement saying: ''She reached out eloquently to others through her exceptional ability as an actress. Her senseless loss leaves us all feeling a profound sorrow.''

Ms. Fox grew up in a family of modest means in Pennsauken, in southern New Jersey. She had an older sister, Samantha. Her father, a car mechanic, died of cancer 10 years ago, and her mother sometimes held two jobs to raise the two girls. She currently lives in Gibbstown, N.J., and is a manager for a mortgage company.

Ms. Fox caught the acting bug as a girl and filled her summers performing in shows. She also developed a strong interest in music, and she liked to jog to keep fit.

In an interview with The Courier-Post of New Jersey before her daughter's body was found, Lorraine Fox recounted how she had impressed on Sarah the dangers of the world. When Sarah was little, they played a game called ''What If?'' Her mother would ask a question like, ''What if a stranger came up and asked you to help find a dog?''

Ms. Fox would learn the answers, which were always, ''No.''

During high school, she was a member of the first class of the Southern New Jersey Academy of the Performing Arts, a division of the Gloucester County Institute of Technology in Sewell. Eileen Shute, a spokeswoman for the school, said Ms. Fox was an A student and a ''quality young lady.''

According to the school's yearbook, she belonged to the fine arts club and the thespian society and had leading parts in a number of major productions, including Rosalind in Shakespeare's early romantic comedy ''As You Like It.'' Classmates were amused when she and her date once showed up at a dance dressed as Sonny and Cher.

At the back of her 2001 yearbook, she is pictured in the front row of her graduating class. The headline over the photo reads: ''The perfect end to a beautiful beginning''

Her talent gained her admission with a full scholarship to Juilliard in the fall of 2001, where she seemed to have become well-liked and admired by students and teachers.

Several classmates said she had a knack for knowing when other people needed a jolt of confidence. When one student assumed that no one had remembered his birthday, Ms. Fox put up on a drama department message board a brown paper bag on which she had scribbled, ''We haven't forgotten, Happy Birthday.'' Another time, she cheered up a student having trouble mastering his character in a play by leaving a note on a blackboard that said: ''Don't beat yourself up. You're immensely talented.''

It was her abilities on the stage as much as her robust personality that attracted attention. A number of students praised her leading performance in last year's production of Brecht's ''Caucasian Chalk Circle.'' ''She was 19 years old and was not a parent, but she played the mother so convincingly,'' said one recent graduate. ''It made you wonder where someone could get that sort of poise and wisdom.''

When she played a bird in ''The Birds,'' many who saw the performance said they thought it was enlightened casting. ''She was so light-spirited and in touch with her animal instincts,'' said Jess Weixler, another recent graduate.

Her family felt certain of her future. ''I have no doubt that we would have seen her name in lights one day on Broadway,'' said an uncle, Isaac Porter.

Oscar Isaac, a fellow third-year drama student, said Ms. Fox was known for her constellation of hugs. The one reserved exclusively for Mr. Isaac would require each of them to tickle each other's backs while embracing.

Ms. Fox shared an apartment in the Inwood section not far from where her body was found. It was in a five-story walkup building in a neighborhood whose relatively low rents have drawn an influx of younger people embarked on careers in the arts.

Her roommate reported her missing last Thursday. The last time her roommate saw her was at 5 p.m. the previous day. Wearing workout clothes and carrying a compact disc player, Ms. Fox was apparently on her way to her gym or to jog.

The police sent officers, helicopters and dogs to root through the thickly forested parks of Inwood. News of her disappearance galvanized her friends and family to do what they could. They tacked up hundreds of posters bearing her photograph. To further assist, Mr. Porter, an electrician from Millville, N.J., assembled a volunteer search party, composed largely of people from South Jersey, to fan out through Inwood Hill Park. The police had been there. But the family sensed that if anything had happened to Sarah Fox, it had happened there.

Early Tuesday afternoon, members of the search party sifted through a tangled area near a jogging path and found what they had hoped they wouldn't find. They found the end of Sarah Fox's story.

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#oscar isaac #juilliard #sarah fox #group 34 #anton chekhov #three sisters

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comfy-whumpee · 4 years ago

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Patience Penrose

@whumptober2020 Day 8: Isolation / Abandoned

CN: dehumanisation with ‘it’ pronouns (POV character thinks whumpee is a demon).

@lonesome--hunter, @iaminamoodymoodtoday, @wildfaewhump, @ishouldblogmore, @lektricwhump, @that-one-thespian, @raigash, @paingineering, @whumpywhumper

Underground, the walls and floors and ceilings were stone. It was like being locked inside a chiselled mountain. What little light existed came down the crack under the stairs and barely reached an arm’s length into the depths of the chamber. Patience Penrose had never been underground before, and was not enjoying it.

The others here, the two Williams, Edward and Agnes, they all seemed happier to be here than Patience was. They were feeling good, riding high on remaining after Lady Irene had sent away most of them already. They had volunteered eagerly, for glory, money, or the chance to live forever.

Patience would have loved to be one of those sent away, but being sent away also meant going home, going back. To life as a woman. To marriage. To some man. So this was the alternative, and he’d give it a shot.

“Ah,” he said, sitting on the floor as the others, too, lounged around and waited for something to do, “I hope we don’t miss the May Day dance.”

Heads turned. Eyebrows rose. Miss the selection of the May Queen? The chance to dress up and dance with the whole village? It was one of the rare highlights of country life, and the most fun to be had before harvest season came.

Many of them didn’t know that maypoles had been made illegal, of course. There would be no May Day this year, thanks to the war. But if they didn’t know it, Patience could bring it up. He leaned back against the cold, rough stones, and looked between faces in the dim light. “You didn’t think of that? ‘Tis soon. We’ll miss the food and the revels. Edward, isn’t your pa going to be Jack of the Green this year?”

“Quiet, Patience,” Agnes said, ever the leader. “There’s no need for that.”

Patience was about to respond when the sound of the door cast ice across the room, freezing them all in place. Agnes was first up, standing to attention as one would for the King, and the others followed her lead.

“Good morning,” she said. Her voice carried effortlessly around the room. Patience suspected it was not morning. “Well done for making it to the third day. Come.”

She turned, and led the group upstairs. There was only a little nudging and bickering about who got to be where in the line. Patience took the back, because honestly, it wasn’t like those little power plays meant much. He would be noticed for other reasons, anyway.

Into the body of the church, where the air was fresh and the light was natural, the group ascended at her heel. A table was waiting for them with a meagre breakfast, which they ate in silence as she conferred with her servant. Judging by the angle of the light from outside, it was midday, if not later. She gave them long nights and short days. Ages were spent in the crypt, in the darkness, waiting...and then a brief moment of light.

Patience was finished first and so the first to rise when Lady Irene returned towards them. He kept his back straight and eyes respectfully lowered. For a moment, her dark eyes rested on him, before they moved over the others.

“Follow me,” she said, in her regal way, and led the group up the aisle to the bell tower. Patience swallowed, realising the task for today, as she stepped into the lines of dark red-brown painted on the stone flags.

Up, up in the tower, on a long chain, in a thick metal cage, was the demon. Shaggy dark hair, a jagged, scarred face, ragged clothes and bony limbs piled into the corner of the prison. Patience thought the demon looked like a person, but that was its aim, wasn’t it? To be seen as a person.

“You are the final five,” Lady Irene said sombrely. “You are ready to face the demon directly. Test your faith upon its lies, and be judged.”

There were noises of unease and shuffling around the group. Thankfully, Patience was at the back, again.

“William,” Lady Irene said. She knew all of their names by now. “Come over the line. Do not touch it.”

William stepped forwards.

“Lower the cage,” Lady Irene told her servant, and he did so. The demon came down towards Patience, moving forwards a little in its enclosure, fixing dark, almost black eyes upon them in turn. Patience felt, for a moment, like prey might.

“Approach the demon, William,” Lady Irene commanded him. “See what temptations it offers you.”

William moved forwards gingerly, staying at a distance from the cage as though the creature within would bite him. Nothing happened; the demon looked back at him, and then turned its gaze away, disinterested.

“What?” William said, bemused. “You’re meant to test me. Say something.”

The demon shook its head slowly, hair hanging over its face. William pulled a face, and stepped back.

When Agnes stepped forwards, she took the lead. “Demon, address me.”

The demon stared. It squinted. Then it rolled its eyes, and Patience almost, almost smiled. He managed to stop when he realised the demon was glancing his way. No smiles. This was serious, and he didn’t want the demon’s attention prematurely.

The second William had the same treatment. Silence, derisive looks. Edward pushed, reached out and rattled the cage. “Speak! Do you know our tongue, demon, or are you mute?”

The demon’s eyes focused with sudden sharpness. “Not mute,” it said. “Wish I was deaf, though.”

“You – what?” Edward paused, disarmed. “What does that mean?”

The demon sighed. There was no reply.

And finally, it was Patience’s turn.

He looked down, and carefully stepped over the streak across the floor that looked suspiciously like blood. Demon blood, of course. Demons, when they were appearing as humans, even bled the same shade. He looked up, prepared for the stare and the silence, now, with tactics planned.

Then the demon’s head cocked to the side, and smiled a disarmingly honest-looking smile. “Hello,” it said, in a very normal voice.

Patience blinked in surprise. Was it...being friendly?

No, that was its game. It was almost exactly human, except that it would not die, no matter how much it was bled. It could lie like one. Better, even.

Still...was there any harm in greeting it back?

“Hello, demon,” Patience said quietly.

“You’re different,” the demon said. “Clever. And you’re a man, aren’t you?”

Patience froze. “P-Pardon?”

The demon smiled again, more gently. “It’s alright. I have seen futures of acceptance for those like you. Like us. Please live your life how you would like.”

The demon – the demon saw into his soul. That was the only way. Patience hadn’t cut his hair or even been able to wear different clothes. But somehow the demon could see inside him, see the hidden truth of who he was, and...

Accepted it? Reassured him?

It didn’t matter. Patience had to stay focused on his goal. “That has nothing to do with you, demon,” he said flatly. Flattery from a creature of evil was meaningless. The favour of a woman who could give him freedom? That was the goal.

“Will she accept you for a man?” the demon asked.

“Yes,” Lady Irene said, and Patience turned. Their eyes met, and her thin lips moved into a smile. “A man stands before me.”

Despite his determination to stay calm, Patience’s heart beat faster at the affirmation. He smiled back at her, and she inclined her head. He turned to the demon. “I do not need your temptation,” he said, his voice stronger. “But you have told me much. You have seen the future, demon. Tell us of it. Who wins the war?”

For a long moment, the demon was silent. It almost seemed sad.

“You die four years after joining her service. You save her life from a stampeding horse. She does not give you the elixir. She leaves your body at the side of the road, unburied.”

Lies. It would be lies. A demon was a demon.

“You don’t want me to join her,” Patience said slowly. It was lies. It had to be. “If you do not want it, demon, it must be for the good, mustn’t it?”

“For her good. Not yours.”

Patience shook his head. His long, strawberry-blond braid thumped into his back as he did it. “I do not serve your wishes, demon. I serve only hers.”

He stepped back, out of the line. After a moment, the cage was hauled into the air again.

Patience turned around, and saw that Irene was still watching him. She was smiling.

#whumptober2020 #no.8 #abandoned #isolation #where did everybody go?#my fic #northlight #constance irene #patience #caged #magical whumpee #time traveller #dehumanisation #religious language #cult tw #death mention #manipulative whumpee #1645

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jadekitty777 · 4 years ago

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Baker’s Dozen, Part 2

Final day, final day, final day!

Day 8: Free Day @taiqrowweek

Rating: K

Words: 1,800

Summary: When a desperate escape from fans leaves Qrow seeking shelter in a nearby restaurant, he expects little of the rundown, failing business that offers him a table. One bite is all it takes to change his mind. [Actor and Chef AU]

Ao3 Link: Part 2

Mornings at the Qrow’s Nest were blissfully silent. With opening still hours away and the kitchen completely empty, Taiyang had all the time and space he needed to do the various prep work that would carry the lunch and dinner teams throughout the day. The things like soups, breads and desserts that needed a more delicate and mindful touch that would easily be lost under the hustle and bustle of the rush crowds.

It also gave him plenty of opportunity to experiment. He wasn’t used to the more trend-following patrons his new restaurant tended to draw in, but as head chef, it was his job to decide what went on the menu, while also finding new, exciting things to cycle in every season to stray from a stagnating selection. It was a challenge to imagine up different recipes rather than fall into his old, tried-and-true routines, but he’d never been one to quit when things got difficult and instead jumped headfirst into the work.

Thankfully, his business partner was a rather inspiring muse, with an entire filmography page to pull ideas from. Designing meals around whatever hotshot flick or program Qrow happened to be appearing in worked like a charm for both of them. There was less chance his creativity would tank and it drummed up excitement for the upcoming release.

This Fall would see the premiere of The Grimm Adventure, a dark and gritty fantasy-action flick. Though he wasn’t taking a leading role, Qrow still seemed positively beside himself for it to come out (Tai suspected it had something to do with the fact he got to run around for two-thirds of the film with a sword). From what he understood, the story took place in a dystopian world ruled by shadow creatures and followed the journey of a young maiden tasked with saving her dying world. Qrow would appear in it as her mentor, guiding her during her more difficult trials.

The low-lit sets seen in the trailers belayed a morose, almost gothic aesthetic, and had Tai leaning towards garnishes that matched, such as brisket and black-bean chili, forbidden rice and chicken stir fry, southern pork with a side of black-eyed peas and blackberry cobbler and black forest ham with leafy asparagus and roasted potatoes peppered with black garlic. He was most proud of that last one, as it was meant to match the fire-burnt thickets Qrow would save his apprentice from.

The menu was mostly complete and ready to be revealed. The only thing he had left to decide on was the final dessert.

So, Tai flipped on his old cassette player, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

Two hours later found him flourishing on the final touches to the cake he’d crafted while belting out the lyrics to whatever western-inspired ditty was managing to come out of the ancient machine.

“Country roooads, take me hooome, to the place I belooong. West Virginia, mountain llama. Oh take me home, country roads.”

No one was around to hear the lyrics he didn’t quite remember right.

So, of course that was the moment someone decided to walk through the door.

“Mountain llama?”

Tai jumped, completely butchering the strawberry he was trying to cut precisely in half. He swiveled around, greeted by the amused smile of his partner. “God’s almighty Qrow! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

He chuckled, holding up his hands in peaceful surrender. “Sorry ‘bout that. It’s just – llama??”

“Oh put a sock in it.” He turned off his player before reaching for another strawberry. As he chopped down, he said, “Surprised to see you here. I thought you were staying in New Zealand a few more days?”

“The reshoots went better than expected, so I caught an early flight.” Qrow explained. “Though I would kill for some coffee right now.”

“Pot’s on for the taking.”

The offer was graciously accepted, and soon enough the other man had a mug in his hand and a seat on the counter, watching as Tai shaped the strawberry halves into hearts. He took a sip of his coffee – black with barely enough cream to color – and asked, “What are you working on?”

Focused on getting the cut just right this time, his response was distracted. “Dessert, for you.”

“Ah, you shouldn’t have.” Like the thespian he was, Qrow absolutely played it up, putting a hand to his heart and fluttering his eyelashes like a lovestruck debutante.

“You know, they say the first sign of an actor’s career going south is when they start to overact.” He ‘tsk’ed pityingly. “And you were still so young too.”

“Hm, funny,” There was a clear smirk in Qrow’s voice, “Because the only way ‘south’ I intend to go is with you.”

Tai missed the next cut too. Ears burning red, he shot the other a look. The only response he was offered was one brow raised in challenge as he smugly drank his coffee.

As much as he wanted to give back as good as he was given, nothing decent would form in his mind. So, he just grumbled, “Snake”. He’d have felt defeated, if not for how nice on the ears Qrow’s chuckles were. “If you’re all done with your games, I’d appreciate it if you’d have a taste of this cake.”

“You sure you want my opinion on that? You know I’m not much of a dessert guy.”

“Don’t worry, I made sure to temper the sweetness for your tender palate.” He said as fetched the cake from the adjacent workstation’s display shelf. Beyond its stark black frosting, the two-layered cake did not look like much. The decoration was left simple, only a standard spiral design bordering the top and bottom edges. Even the addition of the strawberry slices in a simple ring on top only added a bare hint of color.

The trick was within.

As Tai sliced through the cake, it revealed the marble design inside. Made with a mixture of chocolate and red velvet, the two batters blended together in a swirl like pattern. The layers were neatly divided by a scarlet-bright raspberry filling, bringing all the dark colors and bright reds together. He might not be the most outstanding baker there was – that honor had gone to his late wife – but he still felt a sense of pride as he held out the slice to his partner.

Qrow whistled as he got a proper gander at it. “You really outdid yourself this time.”

“The truth is in the taste, not the view.” Tai handed him a fork next.

“Beg to differ.” He said, eyes never leaving him even as he dug in. “The view’s pretty nice from where I’m looking.”

The flush was back, spreading like a fever across his cheeks.

When they had first met, he had told Qrow he was no fool, unblinded by the trickery of the successful and silver-tongued. He’d like to maintain that eighteen months later, that was still the case. But the game Qrow was playing now was more devious than his first – and one Tai didn’t entirely mind losing.

He could not say quite when it started, all the flirting that grew bolder by the day and lewd comments that left him redder than a rose. At first, it had overwhelmed him; yet before long, he had found himself trying to return those notions. It had been quite some time since anyone had taken a fancy of him but settling down had not left him entirely rusty. Every time he managed to leave Qrow speechless or shy left a pleasant warmth in his belly, like a fire just starting to burn.

So yes, he absolutely knew where all this hemming and hawing was leading them. He just never fathomed in his wildest dreams he’d be heading there with someone like Qrow. On a surface level, he could never imagine they were even compatible.

Like the cake, the trick was on the inside.

As was typical for a man of his class, Qrow hid a lot to save face and that was what most saw. A successful, rich, socialite who barely had time to look down his nose at the common folk. Yet, Tai had learned the compassion he truly held. The gesture that saved his restaurant was only one act of many. He saw it again, when Qrow quietly requested if Tai would apprentice Lie Ren, the son of his driver who wished for a future in the kitchen. And again, in his visits to the children’s hospital to read them stories whenever he was in town. Once more with the various gift and food donations he’d make around the holidays so fewer homes had to go without.

That isn’t to say the man didn’t have his edges. He could be too caustic at times and if politics was even hinted at as a topic of conversation, Qrow’s voice was louder than anyone’s in just what he thought about their current president’s policies. He liked to drink, sometimes in excess, and when he was in a poor mood he either took to isolating himself or just sulked about like a teenager.

Yet for all his bad, the good still shined through. His smiles and laughter were treasures. He declined to live in excess, finding peace in the quietness of a quaint home. He was strict in never telling lies to those he trusted. He was brilliant, and funny, and hard-working. It was also a plus that Qrow was nicer to gaze upon than any fancy painting in the most prestigious museum.

There was so much Tai had grown to appreciate about the man behind the actor. With it, his feelings were starting to bud, close to blooming. He knew it was much the same for Qrow – though he knew not how precisely he viewed him, he at least could determine with confidence that it was a mutual romance beginning between them.

The real question was, which of them would be the one to make the final play on this game they’d started?

“Mmm, this is really good.” Qrow’s voice broke him from his thoughts, already halfway through the cake. “You’re right, it’s not too sweet.”

“And the berries add that tartness you like.” Tai added.

He chuckled, forking another piece. “You keeping track of my food preferences?”

That was, perhaps, the best hand he was ever gonna get dealt.

“A’course.” He lent his hip against the counter, “How else will I make your favorites when I invite you to dinner?”

Qrow froze, utensil halfway to his mouth as he stared beyond it and right at him. After a heated second of silence, he asked, “Is that a request for a date?”

Tai hid the shake of his hands by crossing his arms. “It is, if you’ll have me for one.”

“Believe me, I’d happily have you for dinner any day of the week.”

“Yeah?” A laugh mixed with embarrassment and pleasure left him. “How ‘bout Thursday then?”

Qrow smiled one of those treasured smiles and blushed one of those gut-warming blushes, and said, “Sounds just perfect.”

#taiyang xiao long #qrow branwen #Taiqrow #taiqrowweek #rwby #fanfiction #Chase Firekitten's Tale

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 5 years ago

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I got tagged by @swordkallya!! I’ll tagggg @for-the-love-of-angst and @that-one-thespian for this!

rules: bold all the aesthetics that you relate to

side a - the city

glittering lights, yawning skyscrapers, broken glass shards, street gangs, hip hop music, late night strolls, blinking stars, sleek cars, flickering neon signs, glittery earrings, small tattoos, empty subways, dark eyeshadow, snapping cameras, cozy apartments, fried churros, silver necklaces, dyed hair, ripped jeans, bright lipstick, dazzling smiles

side b - the book nerd

large glasses, steaming hot chocolate, thick books, lofi music, hot pastries, soft smiles, large sweaters, quiet libraries, small flowers, melting candles, sweetened coffee, messy hair buns, soft pillows, fairy lights, vanilla scents

side c - the stereotypical girl

soft pinks, mini skirts, crop tops, romantic fantasies, love songs, strawberry milkshakes, lipgloss, high ponytails, candy hearts, nail polish, starbucks coffee, clear skies, hoop earrings, excited ramblings, stuttering heartbeats, rose bouquets, soft blushes

side d - the stereotypical boy

arcade games, graphic t-shirts, baseball caps, chocolate milkshakes, messy rooms, acoustic guitars, chocolate chip cookies, multi-colored bruises, rap music, nightly escapades, stolen glances, pencil-drumming, chocolate milk boxes, low hums

side e - the nature hippie

mini plants, cloud-watching, star gazing, damp forests, sandy beaches, ocean waves, wildflowers, hiking, iced lemon tea, gardening, hippie music, buttered toast, birds chirping, multi-colored leaves, evening sunlight, fruit cups, sundresses

side f - the rebel

cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape-flavored bubble gum, rock music, killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings

side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies

side h - the summer

tank tops, lemonade, sunny days, dripping popsicles, short haircuts, tinted sunglasses, cotton candy, amusement parks, traveling, blasting music on the car radio, wagging dog tails, large sunflowers, snow cones

side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colors, hair braids, soft sweaters, colorful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zentangling, vintage cameras

side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, video cassettes, colorful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower

#not whump #the fried churros thing being in 'the city' is just #so inherently funny to me idk why #it's so specific #same with video cassettes in spring #god this brought out my gay though

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gritpyre-archived · 5 years ago

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rules: bold all the aesthetics that you relate to

was tagged by @clockworkstars (thanks Wy!!) and i’ll tag hmmMmMmMm @swordkallya @that-one-thespian if y’all wanna do it!

side a - the city

side b - the book nerd

side c - the stereotypical girl

side d - the stereotypical boy

side e - the nature hippie

side f - the rebel

cherry lollipops, devil hand signs, grape-flavored bubble gum, rock music,killer boots, dark make-up, horror movies, denim jackets, switchblades, handguns, stargazing on rooftops, glowing cigarettes, large headphones, skull rings, converse shoes, graffiti murals, glowing moonlight, rose thorns, fishnet stockings

side g - the winter

busy cafes, oversized hoodies, drizzling rain, small snowflakes, marshmallows in hot chocolate, loose hair, sad music, reading a book, blanket forts, frozen lakes, crackling fireplaces, old movies

side h - the summer

side i - the autumn

pumpkin lattes, warm bakeries, warm colors, hair braids, soft sweaters, colorful leaves, purring cats, dark chocolate bars, romance movies, soft music, zentangling, vintage cameras

side j - the spring

floral scents, peach tea, mint shampoo, tinkling laughter, video cassettes, colorful paintings, excited smiles, lollipop sticks, blooming flowers, melting snow, action movies, singing in the shower

#tag game #frankie speaks

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namjoonsteeth · 6 years ago

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HONEY - (Bangtan Boys mini series)

A/N: not fully edited yet

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut; enemies to lovers

Word Count: 7.6k

Joon always reminded me of honey, smooth and wet. From the way he spoke to the way he moved.

Even as we both trade abrasive words in class, rallying back and forth as we try to make known our top tier positions academically. Namjoon is far smarter than me. This much I know. The guy is an actual genius with which that could not be argued with. He corrected professors, he pointed out contradictions in course material, and more often than not he made his disdain for me known whenever I went up against him. I picked fights with him. It was clear to everyone. He’d say one thing, and I made it my sole purpose to side with the opposite. It was petty and completely unnecessary; I’m sure our professors found our sparring to be a waste of time on most days.

“Which is why the statement “Shakespeare is overrated” is neither accurate nor is it valid, Y/n. Not only has he contributed many words to the modern English language, its undeniable that he has changed the way authors and playwrights tell stories,” he ends his ten minute rant by shooting me one last look of distaste.

I irritate him. I’m mostly ok with that considering that any attention from him is good attention. He’d reminded me of honey, and the only time I could get his eyes on me was when we were fighting. I’d relished in the times that he’d narrow his dark brown eyes on me, his full lips going a mile a minute as he’d battled my made up opinions. He talked slowly but quick all at once. He’d take long beats of time to formulate his attacks before spewing them out without even a breath in between. If I was anyone else, If I didn’t love every bit of attention he’d given me, maybe he would’ve broken me semesters ago.

“One day you’re going to make him snap,” Seokjin smiles while we walk from European literature.

Namjoon left before us, knowing that his friend would walk me to my next class after we grab something to eat. I think it further irritated him that I found a way to be friends with all of his roommates. He’d refused to both join a fraternity as well as leave his friends alone to fend for themselves. He’s the most responsible one out of all seven boys, even managing to keep the older ones in line too. That’s just how Joon is, he’s in control of most things in his life.

“That’s the plan,” I smile brightly up at him.

“Why are you such a brat, Y/N-,” Seokjin winces immediately after speaking as a hand slaps the back of his neck. The younger boy joins us naturally, a sweet wide smile on his face while he teases his friend. He shakes his dark hair out of his face before tucking his hands into the deep pockets of of his oversized black hoodie.

“Hey, Jeon Jungkook, I’m older than you, you know?” Seokjin says knowing that it’ll start a fight. I sigh waiting for the inevitable; JK hits Seokjin, Jin reminds him that he’s five years older than him and demands respect, JK pretends like none of that matter, chaos ensues until another boy shows up to break it up.

“And you still don’t know how the talk politely to women,” JK clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

I watch the two of them bicker back and forth, trading neck slaps and dodging each other on the crowded sidewalk. I watch as the other students get out of the way of their playing, not batting an eyelash as JK dramatically rolls on the ground to dodge Seokjin’s attack.

The Bangtan boys have always been a spectacle. In the beginning they were foreign exchange students who seemed to be good at everything all at once. They were all so close that everyone thought that they were real brothers, no one really bothered to correct them because for all intents and purposes, they are. Seokjin quickly became the lead of Thespian Club, Yoongi an irreplaceable shooting guard on the school’s basketball team, JK and Tae have founded a whole gaming club as well as being members of the men’s choir, and Jimin is student body president as well as the co leader of the dance team with Hoseok who is also a member of the diversity board. As for Namjoon, there isn’t enough time to list all of his accolades.

He’s a genius. Not even speaking in terms of comparability to the other students at the university. Namjoon is a genius compared to the world. With an IQ of 148 he surpassed me easily. I think that’s why I liked to mess with him so much. I know that I can never beat him academically. We both know, but I think it annoyed him that I wouldn’t stop trying.

We finally get to the sandwich restaurant on campus. We spot Jimin and Taehyung easily. All the Bangtan boys have a draw to them. Invisible halos that draws the eye the minute they enter a room. They could be doing the most mundane thing in the world, like sitting at a restaurant with their noses buried in One Piece, and they’ve got the whole room’s attention. Jimin with his high cheekbones that cause the apples of his cheeks to puff up when he smiles and silver hair, Tae with his angular features that no doubt belong on a runway. It’s hard not to look at them, What’s worse is that all seven boys hold the same charm. Gazes move from the two young boys in the center of the lunch room toward the two boys who are still fighting playfully as we make our way to our friends.

“Y/N, are you coming over tonight?” Jimin asks, while leaning forward to see me past Tae.

I shake my head as I pull out my buzzing cellphone. It’s Hoseok, telling us that he’s buying us all burgers and if we want something else it’s a little too late. The boys all ignore the text, fine with anything as always. Yoongi tells us that he’s skipping lunch to go work on some music before his game tonight. I see Namjoon’s floating icon pop up, showing that he’s read the message. It’s been weeks since he’d had lunch with us. Usually he’s able to ignore me and focus solely on the boys. Out of the blue he’d started going to the library during the first break in his schedule.

“I rather not sit through passive aggressive Namjoon finding different ways to express his hate for me without being too obvious,”

Hope brings sets two trays full of food in the middle of the booth table we’re all sitting at. His hair is back to black meaning that he’s either changed the girl he’s sleeping with this week or his preferred dance style. He’s entirely too predictable and he’s fine with it. He catches my eye as he slides into the booth beside me and passes JK a drink.

“Oh, he 100% hates you,” he says seriously. “Hey, Jeon Jungkook, I only got you one burger. Don’t eat too fast,”

JK smiles around his already full mouth. He sips at his drink to wash his food down so he can speak. “It’s ok. Jin Hyung will get the next round,”

“What do I look like to you, huh?” Seokjin points across the table at JK who laughs at having riled up the oldest again. “I spend so much money on you, neglecting the other maknaes all in the name of putting food in front of you,”

“Maybe if you weren’t old you wouldn’t have to bare the responsibilities that come with being the eldest,”

“Hey, Jeon Jungkook!”

The rest of the boys ignore them as they get into another round of bickering. It escalates when Jin reaches out for a neck slice which JK dodges easily. Hope rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone.

“Hyung, doesn’t hate you,” Tae says not looking up from the graphic novel in his hands. He opens his lips wide as Jimin shoves a French fry into his mouth.

He flicks his strawberry pink bangs out of his face and focuses on his story. That’s how Tae is. Either he’s completely absorbed in our conversation or he’s only giving us half of his attention. He’s almost done with his book, so I expect by tonight he’ll be the center of chaos with JK.

It’s not that I actually think Namjoon dislikes me. He wouldn’t let me get to him so much if there isn’t just a hint of fond there. At least, I hope so. I hope there’s a part of him that likes going at it with me as much as I do. Still, sometimes it feels like he’d give anything to get me to shut up. Or maybe it’s that he wants to be the one to do so. Again, I hope so. God, I really want him to.

It isn’t news that Namjoon is attractive. Whatever trait you’re into, he has it. He’s incredibly intelligent, able to outsmart just about anyone on campus. He’s physically attractive, slightly tan skin, tall, large just about everywhere. He’s funny when he’s with his friends, protective, sensitive, and just about anything else you could think of. God, I sound like I’m in love with the guy. If I’m honest, maybe I am a little. Maybe that’s the point of all of this.

“This is dangerous territory,” Hope warns looking a up form his one and at his friend who don’t seem to have a problem with spilling all of Namjoon’s secrets. His warning seems serious but he speaks around a large bite of the burger in his hands. There’s sauce on his cheek, JK reaches out to wipe his jaw quickly before going back to his own meal.

“I think he wants to sleep with you,” Jimin proclaims before wincing as Hope and Seokjin hit either side of his shoulders at the same time. “Hey, why should I lie?”

“Where’s your loyalty, Jimin,” Hope asks frowning at him.

Jimin shrugs.

“With whoever is in the room I guess. And I’m not betraying Joonie Hyung. I’m taking the steps he’s too prideful to take,”

It would be funny if I wasn’t too focused on how all five boys look to be hiding something. It’s not fair for me to exploit Jimin’s weak ties, right? I’m going to do it anyway. As smart as Namjoon is, he’s not necessarily right about everything. I can’t imagine I’ve done something so bad for him to avoid me so much that he’d sacrifice spending time with his friends.

“Which are,” I prod.

JK covers Jimin’s mouth to keep him from speaking. If there’s anyone loyal to Namjoon it’s going to be the youngest. He’s shown a reverence for the other boy plenty of time, even refusing to take my side on most occasions. I can’t expect him to tell me what’s going on without a little work.

“JK,” I say pushing my lips out in a pout.

He’s young, not quite accustomed to the charms of women. Though he knows he’s incredibly attractive, he’s not quite sure how to act around girls yet. His cheeks turn red as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Like a deer in headlights, he looks a little innocent and a lot startled.

“Don’t fall for it, Kookie,” Hope warns again.

I roll my eyes and try again, blocking Hoseok’s strict expression with my hand on his face. He makes an obnoxious noise of anguish before quieting down. Satisfied, I remove my hand and let him eat in peace. Tae continues to ignore us, Seokjin watches in silence as Jimin’s eyes light up in mischief.

“You know I like your hyung, JK. It’s not like I’ll use anything you tell me against him,”

That’s only half true. I’m going to get Kim Namjoon to admit to liking me even if it’s just a little bit. That’s my mission.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but Mon Hyung would kill me-,” JK curses as Jimin bites his hand that’s still slapped down on his mouth. He shakes the sting off as Jimin shakes free of his hold.

“You made out with him at a party last Summer and he thinks you’re purposely ignoring it,” Jimin rushes out quickly.

More curses, this time from Seokjin, Hope, and JK. Tae smiles to himself but only flips the page of his book, completely unbothered and only slightly entertained. I knew I can count on one of the younger boys. I make a note to address JK’s misplaced alliance later.

“I kissed Namjoon?”

Jimin shakes his head. “I would call it more foreplay than a ‘kiss’, if I’m honest. It was at one of our house parties and I honestly felt like I was watching a very well shot, very realistic dirty movie,”

I look at Seokjin who only shrugs. “It was intense,”

“We didn’t-,”

Hope shakes his head. “You passed out before anything could happen. Namjoon took you up to JK’s room and that was it,”

“Last summer?” I ask, still trying to piece it all together.

The memory doesn’t even seem remotely familiar. I’d passed out in the bangtan house more than once, crashed in JK’s room even more times than I can remember considering he has an aversion to his own bed. This could have happened at anytime.

“Either you’re repressing the memory or you actually don’t remember,” Hope says while going back to stuffing his face.

“Why am I only finding out now?” I frown. “I’ve been asking you guys what I’d done wrong for a year and a half now,”

“Namjoon Hyung is scary when he wants to be. We all promised we wouldn’t say anything. Jimin, whatever he does to you, you deserve it,” Tae contributes while closing his book.

I agree, the recent turn of events are more interesting than anything else. I’ve been friends with these boys for just over three years now. I’m without a doubt the closest friend outside of the seven of them that they have. They’re my best friends, all of them; even Namjoon if he would stop acting like a dickhead all of the time.

Jimin shrugs and has the nerve to look smug. “I’m his favorite. He won’t care,”

He’s right. Jimin won’t get in trouble for spilling Joon’s secrets.

I eventually agree to go over tonight. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen Yoongi with how busy he’s been with practice and working on music. Still, it’s Namjoon that my heartbeat doubles for. I haven’t spent anytime with him outside of class in a while. Granted usually our time is spent sitting on opposite ends of the couch and shooting each other passive aggressive jabs. Still, I miss him.

Ironically, its Joon that opens the door when I get to their shared house. I’d decided to confront him about the whole “kiss” from last summer, still not completely believing the boys. I can’t imagine touching Namjoon at all and being able to forget about it. I needed an upper hand with him, though. I may annoy him most of the time with my picking and what not, but there’s still a part of him, even if solely on the physical level, that is attracted to me. I use that small fact to my advantage.

“You’re here,” he says.

It’s hard not to respond to him. I feel my body heat as he looks down at me. He speaks slowly like he’s not in a rush to let me in; typical. His body stays in the door way, blocking me from entering. We play this game every time I come over. His arms cross over his chest like he has no plans of letting me in anytime soon. As always, I look forward to it. We aren’t in class now, he’s free to let me have any insult he wants.

“Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t observant, Kim Namjoon,” I smile up at him.

He looks at my attire, the dusty pink dress stops right at the top of my thighs showing more skin than not. I watch his eyes rake over my body before he frowns at me again, a ‘W’ shaped line in the middle of his forehead. His jaw ticks once before pushing out just a bit.

“Did you have a date?” He’s obviously only pretending to care. I can tell by the sarcastic way his eye brow raises.

I raise my eyebrow back at him, unable to stop a smirk. “You care?”

“Does it matter?” he challenges, grating my nerves. Sighing, he smiles while giving me a scathing look. “Besides, it couldn’t have ended well if you’re here begging for attention as always”

“From who exactly,” I ask while crossing my arms over my chest. I don’t miss how his eyes flick down to my chest. His gaze lingers longer than he’s ever allowed himself to.

“It’s whom,” he corrects. “From whom is the proper-,”

“You don’t ever shut up, do you?” I interrupt becoming irritated. I shouldn’t be surprised. This is us. It’s dysfunctional and very stupid, but its how we’ve done things for the majority of the time that I’ve known him.

“Namjoon, we both know that you don’t like me enough to care what I do,”

“Stop telling people I don’t like you,” he frowns as if he’s just remembering something. “And stop grilling Jimin for information,”

He turns, leaving the door open, finally letting me in.

“The guys aren’t here,” he calls over his shoulder.

I follow him to the kitchen where our friends usually gather. He’s right, no one is home. This kind of seems like a set up. Just a little.

“Yoongi hyung has a game, Seokjin hyung and JK are there. Jimin and Tae are seeing a movie and Hope left an hour ago,”

Very convenient. I’m in the middle of sending a heated text message to the group chat about leaving me alone with Namjoon after telling me about you kiss last summer. Unfortunately for me, Namjoon is the type to talk about everything. Even if he’s not particularly fond of me, I can sense a discussion on the horizon. At least if the boys were here I’d have a bit of backup. This feels like an ambush with nowhere to run.

He hands me a bottle of water as he pulls one out for himself as well. I take a seat on a stool at the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. Namjoon leans against the refrigerator, his eyes on me as he takes a sip of water. His eyes never leave mine and its pretty hard for me to look anywhere else beside the deep dimples around his mouth that appears as he gulps down water. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his upper lip

I can’t remember the last time I’d been left alone with Joon. It was never awkward between us, but I was definitely closer to any one of the other guys than him. But he was also the only one of the Bangtan boys that I was ever attracted to. He just wasn’t approachable in that way, though He was always doing his own thing, always studying, tutoring, working on music. It wasn’t standoffish, he was just busy. Then it became that he’d rather do anything other than spend any amount of time with me.

The more I think about it, it was last year that we’d started losing patience with each other. As irritating as he is sometimes, I still like him. I really like him. His peach colored hair is starting to grown out just a bit already, darkening at his roots. He’s wearing his glasses, so either he was studying or working on something. Whichever it was, he looks incredibly domesticated in his t-shirt and sweatpants. I look at his feet to see his favorite character on his slippers. Its cute. The hidden parts of Namjoon that he hides away from everyone else but has no problem showing the other boys. I find it endearing.

“So are you going to stay until they get home or what?” He breaks me out of my thoughts of him.

“We’re friends right Joon?” I ask without really meaning to.

I’ve been thinking of our strained relationship all day, not really able to focus on anything else. Because at the end of the day, I want to be friends with Namjoon. If nothing else, we could get back to how things were when they first showed up.

“We used to be able to at least hold a conversation without jumping down each other’s throats,”

“Friends?” He raises an eye brow at me before taking a few steps forward, and leans against the counter, taking me by surprise.

Namjoon doesn’t have an ordinary face. I can’t explain it. He’s rough, hard angled , but he’s also soft. I know if I would reach out he’d feel the same way against my finger tips.

“You do everything you can to piss me off, and you want to be friends?”

I shake my head, unable to take my eyes off of his mouth when he’s this close.

“I want you to remind me about last summer, actually,”

He draws back slightly, looking almost..embarrassed. God, he really does think I’m purposely ignoring the supposed kiss. I thought I was being immature by purposely getting under his skin sometimes, but this is beyond childish. Unless he thinks that I actually regret it. Can’t regret anything you don’t remember Namjoon.

“I don’t remember the kiss, Joon,” I tell him quietly.

He rolls his eyes and draws back further. His chin juts out; a sign that he’s agitated. I’m getting on his nerves again, not in the banter-like way, more that he’s ten seconds away from throwing me outside.

“That’s supposed to be better?” He frowns while crossing his arms over his wide chest. “Because it isn’t, by the way. That was just a rhetorical question,”

Smart ass.

“Which one hurts your feeling more, Namjoon,” I can’t but sound bitter. He’s being mean. He’s always mean, but now it feels like he’s purposely trying to hurt my feelings. I’m done pretending like I don’t care how we treat each other.

“The option that you think it matters to me either way,” he snaps at me. His eyes narrow at the counter between us.

“You’re lying,” I counter.

“Why, because I don’t care that you were too drunk to remember that you kissed me? It’s irrelevant,” He looks back up at me and his eyes are dark. I like it. I like it entirely too much.

“And you’re so sure that I kissed you first?” I scoff, walking around the counter to stand in front of him. I can feel heat rolling off of his body like he’s putting in extra effort to control himself. If only he knew that its the very opposite of what I want him to do.

“Yes, because I wasn’t blacked out,”

“I’m going to do it again then,” I take a step so that my toes line up with his slippers.

“What-,”

I press my lips against his softly, forcing myself to take in every detail about how his mouth feels against mine. His lips are cold from the water he’d been drinking, his tongue is too. He taste sweet. Honey. All of him reminds me of Honey. Sweet, slow moving, packing more flavor than first expected. His hands move up my hips, drawing up the fabric of my dress. When his hand touches my thigh, it electricity right to my most sensitive nerve endings.

I want him. All of him. I’m sober and tired of pretending that our back and forth exchanges are enough. I press my body tighter against his, shaping every curve to his body. I expected him to push me away by now, but he holds me closer, hands moving all over me. At some points he seems hesitant, he pulls back, his eyes moving over my face as if he’s checking that I’m still here with him.

I’m here, and as good as he feels, his mouth isn’t enough. I don’t think it ever was. I’ve envisioned Joon’s body against mine more times than I can count. It’s the little doses of his skin that he’d show on occasions that started it. Glimpses of the tan skin of his neck as he scratched at his collarbone in glass, the pull of his lip between his teeth when he was thinking hard about something, his large hands and long fingers; they were all puzzle pieces of a whole that made me want every part of him touching me.

“Touch me,” I whisper against his mouth.

He lets me drag his hand up the side of his thigh. He takes the hint, fingers inching up my dress until he traces the waistband of my underwear. He’s so close, all he has to do is go a bit further, but he stops.

“They guys could walk in,” he says, pulling away fully.

Now that I have him this close, I’m not going to make it easy for him to let me go. I’m here for one thing. Namjoon.

“Well then lets go to your room,” I grab his hand and lead him out of the kitchen and toward the hallway that leads to the room he shares with Taehyung.

“Why so suddenly?” He tugs at my hand, stopping me from entering his room.

“Huh,” I look back at him.

I don’t really know how to answer his question. The only difference between today and yesterday is knowing that our first kiss happened already. Still, that hadn’t really made much of a difference. I’m emboldened by the sheer fact that he wants me at all.

“All this time and now you want to fuck,”

“Does it matter?” I shrug, hoping that for once he can just let it go.

He does. He nods for me to push the door, letting us both into his room. As expected of Tae, it’s a mess. Unexpected of Namjoon, his side is also a mess too. Wires and equipment take up most of his desk, piles of clothing on the computer chair in front. For someone so uptight in every other aspect, his room is the complete opposite. Not to say that I’m attracted to unkempt men, but it’s a little reassuring for some reason.

He pushes my back against his wooden door interrupting my scan of his room. His mouth trailing down from the corner of my mouth down to my neck. As if he can’t stand to be away from my lips for long, he kisses my mouth again, his tongue forcing its way between my lips. His large hands smooth over my bare thighs roughly. He touches me like he’s annoyed with himself, like he’s mad that he wants me in this way. I love it because I’ve known all this time.

One hand reaches up to lightly cup my throat, his hand is so big that his thumb can reach the hair that sticks to my lip gloss. He brushes it away with his finger as he looks down at me. He looks partially surprised that we’ve ended up like this. I want to remind him that that theres a thin line between fucking and fighting, but he’d only scoff and tell me to stop stealing corny lines from Jin.

“Are you going to keep touching me or is this it?” I ask him, trying my best to drag a breath into my lungs.

He rolls his eyes and presses his lips against mine to shut me up. I close my eyes, trying to commit the feel of his lips to memory. Things like this are volatile. There’s no way of knowing just how much Joon will give me tonight let alone if I’ll ever get to have him touch like this again. His bottom lip works with his teeth to bite at my sore mouth. He feels dirty, and uneven, like he’s not even trying to make this neat like everything else in his life. Just like his room, his intimacy style reveals who he truly is. The truth beneath Namjoon, he’s a mess, he’s sort of a freak, and he’s making everything up as he goes. There’s a certain charm to how well he’s gotten at getting everyone to believe that he knows exactly whats going on, when in reality he’s just as clueless as the rest of us.

“And If I tell you that I want you to leave?” He breathes heavily, only leaving the smallest space between our lips.

“You’d be lying,” I tell him while I reach up to brush his sweaty bangs off of his forehead. “But if you’d asked me to leave, I would go,”

I lean back, putting more space between us. I’ll give him one formal chance to change his mind, one chance to act like this never happened, because once I get permission to stay, he’ll have to try really hard to keep this dress from hitting his floor. I tilt my head as I size him up one last time. There’s still a possibility that he’d put an end to this. I’m measuring my odds. Going by the press of his dick between my legs from beneath his sweat pants, I know that physically he wants me. That could only go so far. I don’t think I’ll survive a come to senses moment in the middle of all of this.

“Joon,” I call running my hand down the front of his t-shirt. “Make up your mind. Either put me out or take my clothes off,”

He looks frustrated. I can tell its mostly at himself. That doesn’t make me feel any better. I want to be in his bed, only if he wants me in his bed. Of course it would be easy to settle for a one time hate fuck, but he doesn’t hate me. At least, I don’t think he does. I’m really hoping he doesn’t.

He grips my fingers right as they curl around his waistband. He takes a full step back, causing my feet to land fully on the floor. I don’t like this at all. I want to go back to having his mouth on me. I watch as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed. His hands scrub over the top of his scalp, running through the peach colored locks. Am I stressing him out? Am I having an effect? I hope to god I am. For the sake of my insistent need to have him, I hope that how much he wants me is driving him crazy.

He leans back on his elbows and I see the switch. His eyes trace over my body. I can almost feel them seeking out bare skin above anything else. His gaze is so potent that I feel goosebumps rise to my skin only from him watching me.

“Take your panties off, Y/N,”

His voice has become even deeper. It seems almost impossible but he sounds gruff, the arrogance from earlier is gone leaving me with only a matched need to have him inside me sooner rather than later.

As always, I don’t do as he says. I like our games. I like when he looks at me like I’ve hit every nerve possible. I like the attention. Only this time there’s no classroom. There’s no professor to break up the tension, no students to make snide remarks about how we’re destined to butt heads. It’s just Namjoon and I this time, and the feel of his shag carpet between my toes as I make my way over toward him. He’d told me to take my underwear off, but I do the opposite when I stop in front of him. I grab the edge of my dress in my hands before pulling it up over my head. I watch his eyes follow the material as it drops to his floor.

“If you go back now, you’ll never live it down, Joon,” I straddle his lap, planting my knees on either side of him on the mattress. “No matter how much you beat me in the class room, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I win,”

He reaches up with two hands to cup my jaw. When he kisses me this time, it’s almost too soft to believe. He’s too gentle, too immersive. As much as I want this, I wanted to keep my head, but right now everything feels a little incoherent. Nothing makes sense. The fact that I’m even here with him doesn’t make sense. But its Namjoon, and I’ve spent the better part of the last two and a half years wondering if his lips taste as good as they look. I’m finding that they don’t; they’re better.

His hands go to the back of my bra, undoing the latches before dropping it down to the floor with my dress. He pulls back, looking at my chest like he’s mesmerized. I didn’t realize just how much I’d wanted his eyes on me like this. The high I got from sparring with him in class is nothing compared to the way his eyes smooth over my chest, his tongue flicks over his bottom lip so quickly that if I hadn’t been staring at his mouth, I would have missed it.

I don’t know what it is about having his unwavering attention, to have him one hundred percent focused on me. Something about his gaze on me makes me want to make sure it doesn’t stray. I guess this is my chance to cement his eyes on me. If tonight is all I get, then its my mission to make it so memorable that he’d have to actively work to forget me.

I move first, leaving the warmth of his lap and crawling behind him into the middle of his mattress. I kneel behind him, running my hands across his broad shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. I get to do this. For so long, I’ve imagined it. I’d spent hours in class wondering what it would like to touch him like this, and to have him touch me. His honey colored skin rises in goosebumps as I kiss him, moving pass the collar of his shirt.

“I’m going to take your clothes off now,” I say quietly.

He nods and lets me pull his t-shirt off. His shoulders are so broad, its hard to resist running my hands across his shoulder blades. My fingers trace over the beauty spots that dot along his collar bones. I want more time. I want to see all of him, to explain every inch of his tan skin. But I’m also a little impatient.

I reach in front of him, slipping my hand passed the waistband of his sweats. He’s not wearing underwear, that much was clear from the minute he answered the door. Now, feeling him, running my hand over his silky soft skin. It’s a sin. For him to be so…perfect. It isn’t fair to me or anyone else he has gotten to feel him.

“Is this ok?” I ask him.

“You’re asking for permission to touch my dick while you’re touching my dick?” He says like he still finds me incredibly exasperating. “You wouldn’t be in my bed if it wasn’t ok, Y/N,”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. How can he be annoying even now. Still, it does nothing to the way I need him. Feeling him has only made it worse. I won’t lie, the banter turns me on too. I don’t think it would be the same if Joon was too soft. It wouldn’t be him.

“Stand,” I command.

“Why?”

“Just do what I say for once,” I frown when he looks back at me, still refusing to move. His defiance might kill this before we can even get started. I sit back. With his eyes on me, I pull my simple cotton underwear and throw it with the rest of my clothing. I cock my eyebrow as he watches my movements, seemingly shocked.

“I’ll be here whenever you’re ready, Namjoon,”

“Where’s the thing?” He gestures awkwardly with his hands.

God, he’s so weird. Still, I can’t help but think he’s perfect. His passive aggressive jabs and awkwardness may be his only flaws but I don’t think I’d want him any other way. I hand him the condom that I threw on the bed and wait impatiently. He finally stands and pulls his bottoms off, his hand going down to cover himself as he climbs above me. Even with the coverage of his hand, its not hard to see just how big he is. Its not like I’ve ever doubted, but seeing it up close it definitely more satisfying than I could have ever hoped.

His lips touch mine again, as he opens the foil package and pulls the latex out. He has it on quickly, wasting no time lining himself up with me. His hands smooth over my thighs and pulls them around his hips as he pushes forward. My hands squeeze at his hands, trying to get a grip on something. He hasn’t moved yet and already I’m a bit delirious. Maybe it’s because I can’t remember the last time a person looked at me like they wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but right with me. Maybe it’s because I’m gathering that Kim Namjoon is really, totally, completely my type.

“Why can’t I stop kissing you?” He frowns to himself before kissing me for the hundredth time tonight.

“You like me,” I manage to tease while still getting used to how good he feels. I don’t think I’m ready for him to move yet. He’s already too much, and I refuse to give in the satisfaction of making me come so quick. Not when I’ve waited so long for this.

His hips snap against mine, immediately forcing me to drop my smile as my lips part. He builds a slow steady rhythm. It’s too slow, too languid, like he’s willing to make this last as long as it takes to drive me out of my mind. His kisses become messy, as his own lips part, a low moan of air brushing against my mouth. His hips still move almost painfully sluggish, like a drag.

Like honey.

I throw my head back into his pillow as he reaches between us to touch me softly. He’s too much at one. His large body covers mine completely, his awkwardly long legs tangling with mine. While he holds himself up on his elbow above me, his lips never leave my skin. I’ve never doubted Namjoon to have a side like this, I just thought that it would never be for me to see. Right now kind of feels like a necessity that I do. I need to feel his hips pull at mine. I need to feel his thick lips take mine roughly. I need to have him. Even if I only get tonight, I know that whatever happens later it’ll be worth it.

“You were wrong about Shakespeare,” he says suddenly. His hips snap against mine like he’s punctuating the statement and handing the pulpit over to me.

It’s such a ridiculous statement to make at this exact moment that I have no clue what to say. I’m stuck between forcing him off of me just so I can tell him how wrong he is about Shakespeare as well as let him know how completely absurd it is to bring it up mid-thrust. But, it’s Namjoon. I sort of expect nothing less than ludicrous musings at the least opportune times.

So I take the bait.

“Shakespeare is trite and he isn’t even the best satirical playwright and yet we a society celebrate him as such-, Fuck Joon,” I breath out as the rhythm of his hips pick up slightly.

“Who’s the best satirical playwright in your opinion,” his breathing picks up as we both start to sweat.

Our bodies are slick, moving together smoothly as we both chase after the rising feeling in our stomachs. He’s bringing me higher with each push/pull of his hips all while having a ridiculous conversation about playwrights and satire; which if we’re honest we couldn’t care less about. There’s just no other way to be for us.

I pull away from his lips that move against mine again, missing the taste of his tongue the moment he disappears from my mouth. I try to answer his question but it only comes out in a sigh as he hitches my thigh high on his hip. His fingers press tightly into skin as I close my eyes.

“Are you relenting?” I hear the smug tone in his voice. “Have I finally shut you up?”

I shake my head. Even now, I refuse to give it to him so easily; especially when I know it’s exactly what he wants. “No, I’m just in awe you’re finally asking for my opinion on something,”

“So, who then?”

“You’re incorrigible,”

“You’re deflecting,” he tells me.

“Moliere,” I say. “Moliere is the greatest satirical playwright of all time. Shakespeare wishes he could touch Tartuffe with anything he ever wrote,”

“There would be no Moliere without Shakespeare,” Namjoon counters. “And besides Shakespeare is a dramatist, satire was a hobby and even then Moliere barely measures up,”

He’s sort of right, but as always I’m not going to admit it. I counter attack by tightening around him. Moving his heavy hand aside, I take over touching myself as he continues to move against me. As expected, I’m quicker to bring myself over the edge than he is. He pauses as I come around him, unable to handle both sensations at once.

He curses lowly but its an illegible mix of English and Korean that I can’t begin to piece together. His face presses into my neck, as he presses his hips against mine and withdraws quickly. His rhythm is a little stuttered as he chases after his own orgasm. The competitor in me wants to win. There’s no definition of winning and losing during sex, but with Joon and I, everything is a game. Especially this. I use all my weight to roll us to the side, straddling his hips before he can protest. His large hands hover above my hips, not quite touching my skin. His plump lips form an ‘O’ as I lower myself back on him.

“Was this necessary-,” he moans louder than either of us expects, sighing as I rock my hips above him.

You’re so easy, Namjoon.

I press my chest against his, taking a turn to kiss him dumb like he’d done me for the last hour. Two hands move up my back and tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls roughly as my hips start to pick up the pace, set on making him come for me. It’s all I really want.

“Y/n,” he breathes quietly.

I pull back, moving his hands back to my hips, urging him to use my body to make him feel good. I watch as his eyes close and his head presses deep into his pillow. His lips part slightly as and he holds me tight. He’s so close. I want to kiss him again but he looks too good. I can tell when he’s about to come as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard enough that his pink skin turns white.

“Let go, Joon,”

For once, he listens. His hips meet mine as he comes finally, his breaths coming out fast like he’s trying to refill his lungs. Unable to resist anymore, I lean forward and press my lips against his. He kisses me back roughly, wrapping his arms around my back to hold my body against his. I roll off of him, tired as well. As nice as it would be to spend the rest of the night in his bed, I can’t.

As if I wish them into existence, I hear the front door open and the sound of rowdy boys. I freeze, instinctually pulling the sheet off the floor and over my chest. Namjoon doesn’t seem worried. Slowly he moves my hair out of my face and kisses my temple before sitting up and swinging his legs out of bed.

“I’ll keep them distracted. Come out when you’re ready,”

I nod as he disposes of the used condom in the bathroom. When he comes back, he pulls the sweats up over his hips again before leaving me alone in his bed with too many questions. Is he going to tell them? Should we? I don’t have much time to think. I’m not sure exactly how many boys are back but I rather none of them find me in Joon’s bed; naked.

I run my fingers over my lips as I gather my clothing off the floor. He’s still on my mouth, I can feel him. I can’t get the taste of him out of my head. I can’t get any of him out of my head. I should’ve thought this through. I’m addicted now. I need more of him; more slow kisses, more of his hips dragging against mine. More honey.

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