#the pout delights me greatly

[ennaih]

Father Brown | every Hercule Flambeau appearance | The Honourable Thief (s07e10)

[yxngbxkkie]

like father, like son (h.h)

i saw this cute tik tok of a little boy and needed to write something 🫢 it's short but it's cute as fuck 🥹 dad!hyunjin would be so adorable! i hope you like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

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You're sitting on the picnic blanket you and Hyunjin brought, munching on some grapes as you watch him and Jun playing. You find yourself smiling in between bites, really glad that your baby boy shares Hyunjin's features the most.

“So cute,” you whisper to yourself, reaching for your phone to capture a photo. You grab Hyunjin's camera after, peeking through the viewfinder before taking another.

You go back to eating grapes after, humming in delight at the taste. The three of you are out celebrating Jun's second birthday, and Hyunjin had suggested going on a picnic.

“Hyune,” you call out your husband's name, gaining the taller man's attention. “Bring him over to eat!”

“Okay!” He yells back to you before crouching beside his son.

You shuffle through the picnic basket, grabbing the food you prepared for Jun. You set it on a plate for him, looking up to see if they are coming.

Jub runs towards you, a stem in his hands to which you assume was a dandelion beforehand. Your heart flutters in your chest as he runs up to you.

“Oh,” Jun mutters, noticing the empty stem.

“I love it, baby,” you giggle, taking the stem from him anyway.

He looks up at his father, who brought another one with him. Hyunjin crouches beside him and hands him the dandelion. “Give it to momma,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear, meeting your gaze.

His dark eyes light up, and he holds it out to you. “Why thank you, baby,” you grin, taking the flower into your hands.

Jun takes a couple of steps forward, being cautious of the food on the blanket before kissing your cheek. You pout slightly, feeling your heart bursting at his affection.

“I love you so much,” you whine, setting the dandelion down before kissing his chubby little cheeks. “Eat, okay?”

He nods his head and sits down beside you, grabbing the food items on his plate. Hyunjin sits on your other side and nudges your side. You glance over to him and notice the single rose between his fingers.

“This one's from me,” he whispers, planting a couple of kisses on your cheek.

“Is it make mommy cry today?” You ask while taking the red rose.

Hyunjin laughs, and he shakes his head. “We just wanted to show our appreciation for you, angel,” he tells you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“God, I love you,” you kiss his lips once, resting your forehead on his.

“I love you, too. So much that it hurts my heart,” he whispers while bringing your hand to his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat.

“Momma,” Jun calls out to you, capturing both you and Hyunjin's attention. You look over at your son, seeing him hold one of his grapes out to you.

You lean away from your husband, getting closer to the little boy. “I've already had some grapes, baby. You eat it,” you usher him, running your fingers through his hair.

Hyunjin takes some pictures of the two of you, wanting to capture this sweet moment. Jun continues to hold the grape out, wanting you to take it anyway. He grunts cutely, moving his arm up higher.

“Fine, fine,” you giggle, taking the grape from his fingers. You bite into it, humming cutely at the two year old. “Thank you, my baby.”

“He's like you when you find something that tastes good,” Hyunjin laughs, grabbing some food from the basket.

You playfully roll your eyes as Jun kicks his feet, munching on the sandwich you made. “I take complete offense to that,” you mention, smacking his chest.

Hyunjin groans, rubbing his chest after. “I didn't say it was a bad thing! It's cute, angel,” he defends himself with a cute pout.

“Dada,” Jun interrupts your playful argument, making the two of you look at him again.

His eyes look up at his father, a grape between his tiny fingers. Hyunjin coos, clapping his hands a bit before moving to take it from him.

“Thank you, baby boy!” He says excitingly, kissing the top of his head before eating the grape.

You giggle at your husband's sounds, grinning at the man. “Is that how you look and sound when I do it?” You tease, reaching over to pinch his cheek.

A blush covers his cheeks, gently pushing your hand away from him. “Shut up, maybe,” he mumbles, earning another giggle from you.

“How did I get so lucky?” You question out loud, looking from Hyunjin to Jun.

His hand grabs a hold of your free hand as you mess with Jun's hair. “By just being you, angel. Jun's lucky to have a wonderful mother like yourself,” he whispers into your ear before placing one more kiss on your cheek.

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[cntloup]

Queen!Reader x Knight!Ghost

“Are you feeling better, my love?” Simon questions in a low voice so as not to startle you as he holds you in his arms while lying on the silken sheets of your bed. 

You have been feeling ill for the past few days and your husband has been nothing but attentive, always staying by your side, holding your hair out of the way as you emptied your stomach. 

“Barely.” you rasp out, your throat sore from the acid. 

“You need to eat, your grace.” one of the servants utters as she brings you some chicken and wine. 

“I can’t.” you whine, hiding your face on Simon’s chest. 

He sends her away and turns to you, “She’s right, love. You should eat.” he whispers, planting a kiss on your head. 

“Simon, what is wrong with me?” you lift your head, staring into his eyes with a slight pout on your lips. 

It truly breaks his heart to witness you going through this. 

“Nothing serious, my love. The nurses are working on it. They shall be here with the results shortly. But in the meantime...” he brings some food to your lips and you flinch away. 

“Just a bit please, love. For me?” he implores, caressing your head softly. 

“Just a little bit.” you murmur, slightly opening your mouth for him to feed you. 

“Good girl! See? Not too bad.” he praises and you hum. 

He brings the glass to your lips and you take a small sip, gesturing that it’s enough. 

You rest your head on his chest, feeling drowsy. 

Just as you’re about to doze off, your maid informs you that the nurses are here. 

The gates open and two nurses enter your chambers. 

“My queen, we have delightful news.” they beam, grinning widely. 

“What can be so delightful in my state?” you mumble, leaning closer into your husband’s embrace. 

“My queen...” they give each other a look before one of them continues, “You are pregnant.” 

You jolt up suddenly, looking at them with wide eyes, “Are you absolutely sure?” you ask, voice slightly wavering. 

“Yes, your grace.” they both respond. 

“Alright. You can go now.” you breathe out while looking down, they bow and leave. 

You turn to your husband to see him return your shocked expression. 

Moments later, you come out of your trance and burst into joyous tears, throwing yourself into his arms. 

He tightens his arms around you and soon, his own tears start to flow down his cheeks. 

“My god! Simon!” you squeal out, pulling away to cup his face in your hands. 

You both glare at each other through glossy eyes and shed tears of happiness. 

“I love you.” he declares, leaning closer to capture your lips with his. 

He kisses you passionately, his hand resting on the small of your back, pulling you closer. 

“I love you too, Simon.” you respond, out of breath. 

And he kisses you again after you gesture to your maid to leave and lock the door. 

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

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*~Period Drama~* Thursday

A/N: Guess this one won XD Very excited, the end is near for this series and then I can start to hyper-focus on ANOTHER SERIES. Please tell me if you want to be tagged for any of my series! Pairings: Malleus/Jamil/Azul/Yuu poly WordCount: 7.1K Warnings: Allusions to assault briefly, She/They OC Pronouns

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Start, Part 2 (Octavinelle), Part 3 (Heartslabyul), Part 4 (Savanaclaw), Part 4.5 (Diasomnia pt1), Part 5 (Diasomnia pt2), Part 6 (Pomfiore), Part 7 (Here)

The Pomefiore trio didn't stay the night. Vil commented that they had already skipped their afternoon classes and he wouldn't allow them all to get more off routine by spending the night. Thankfully, Vil helped Yuu properly twist and wrap their hair with Rook producing a silk scarf from seemingly nowhere before they left.

Hours later, Crewel arrived with even more period panties in his possession along with their dinner. He asked multiple questions; if the seams were too tight, if the fabric felt uncomfortable, if anything had leaked. Delighted that all seemed proper, Crewel launched into how he had never thought of the need for such a product. But he admitted that such areas on the body had fluid leaking from them at some point. It'd only make sense that if it was made they'd at least look fashionable.

Crewel stated that he would speak to his aunt, the current design head of his family's fashion house, about the underwear and if she saw a market for it.

“If so, I will make sure you get a cut. Since you were the one to insight such a need…”

He left them a small pamphlet with info on taking care of their new underwear before leaving for the night, hugging them tightly and patting them on the head.

Another hour later, Malleus and Lilia had returned to the house. Malleus was pouting heavily and crawled into the nest to hold them with no word. Lilia sighed, explaining that Malleus spent the entire school day keeping Jamil and Azul trapped in the Mostro Lounge back office. The prince tried his best but Lilia and Jamil remained firm on not allowing Malleus to change their prior agreement. Azul proved to be the weakest link in half-siding with Malleus. While he didn't fully agree with Malleus impregnating Yuu as soon as possible, he did state that something had to be done about their periods in the long term.

‘They were on campus for no more than four hours; the smell of blood still lingers in places…’

Yuu laughed, turning in Malleus’s hold to hug him back, “Do you still smell blood now?”

“...” Malleus’s eyes widen, “Now that you ask, no. Has your ailment ceased?”

“Nope. Still bleeding, but…” Yuu lifted their night dress, showing the brightly patterned underwear before lowering their gown, “Crewel got me cute new underwear to contain my biohazard.”

Lilia sighed, sitting beside the couple in the nest, “Well, that's good at least. Though didn't you say your normal cycle only lasts four days? Shouldn't it have eased by now?”

“I mean…it should. But it also wasn't normal for me to not get it for nearly half a year. Best I can do right now is play it by ear”

Malleus pouts, eyes glaring at the wall as though it could fix anything and simply refuses to help, “I dislike this, I dislike this greatly.”

“Aw…” Yuu tilted their head back, pressing a kiss to Malleus’s jawline before snuggling back into his embrace, “I hate it too. Wanna watch a movie with me?”

“...It would be an upsetting one, wouldn’t it?”

“Most of my favorite movies upset you guys. But, no, it shouldn't.” Yuu clicked at their laptop playing up their Netflix, “It's called ‘Damsel’. It's got a dragon in it-”

“Does the dragon die?” Lilia quickly asked, eyeing the screen in distrust. Yuu had claimed many times they would love a movie, only to then show them deeply distressing media.

“No, the dragon lives and even gets his just revenge-”

Malleus looks at the screen with a suspicious eye, “Does a woman die within the first few moments of this film?” Malleus had watched many movies with Yuu, and every time they insisted he would love a movie a woman would be dead within the first few minutes of the film.

Yuu playfully slapped their hand over Malleus’s mouth, pressing play on the video, “It's for the plot, now shush, and watch the damn movie.”

Malleus was dragged out of the nest by Lilia early in the morning, forced to gaze at Yuu’s equally upset self before being marched back to Diasomnia. Seems part of Malleus’s punishment for kidnapping and detaining Azul and Jamil was that he wasn't allowed more than eight hours of supervised ‘Yuu Time’. So once those hours were up Lilia was manhandling a nearly seven-foot pouting dragon out of a sleeping Yuu's embrace and out of Ramshackle.

Yuu sighed, starfishing in the nest with a severe pout. Most of their period symptoms had eased, though they were still bleeding and bloated. The number of techniques Vil and Rook had given them helped what little of their cramps were left without the need for pain medication. So now all they were left with was an intense sense of boredom.

After the sun had started to peak through the windows, Yuu decided they might as well get started on their extensive chores list. One could only put off washing dishes for so long…But, now, staring into the sink filled with dishes, Yuu wondered if they could…pretend they didn't see them. Each side had dishes neglected and stacked neatly against the porcelain. Plates, pots, and pans from the past week untouched and unsoaked. Looking around the room only made their body cry out more to go back to the nest and sleep. Floyd cooking was already a coin toss on how much of a mess he left behind and they lost. But it didn't help at all that Lilia had been in the kitchen only a few days ago as well. Scraps of food burnt and crumbled on the floor that was long overdue to be swept.

More than likely the only reason the dishes were in the sink was because Vil had put them there as a form of passive-aggressively telling them to wash them.

While they were wondering if they could put their cutting board over the sink to block out the image, knocks rang out downstairs, pelted in a constant rhythmic beat. Yuu walked from the kitchen, smiling as they saw a flash of white, burgundy, and gold from the window beside the front door. They wait, opening the door on an offbeat to Kalim’s surprised expression making the Scarabia second-year whine.

“Yuu! I had a really good beat going…”

“Hello to you too, Kalim. What do I owe this visit?”

Kalim smiled, resting his hands on his hips when he remembered why he was there, “Well, me and Jamil-”

“Jamil's here?”

Kalim laughed, not at all offended when Yuu lightly shoved him out of the doorway to look down the path. Sure enough, the vice warden was walking up the stone steps, looking through a large duffle bag slung over his shoulder and wheeling a rolling cart filled with cleaning supplies behind him with the other.

Smiling, Yuu quickly unwrapped her hair to allow the curls to seductively frame her face and wave, “Hi, Jamil~! Let me help you bring that stuff in-”

Yuu had barely placed their foot outside of the house's threshold when Jamil snapped his eyes toward them. Glaring hard enough that a flicker of red seemed to spawn in his pupils before he yelled, “Get back in the fucking house!”

“Okay. Damn.”

Yuu and Kalim both scurried into the house, each wearing a mildly fearful expression but waiting patiently for Jamil to walk inside like chastised children.

Once through the doorway Jamil closed and locked the door, situating his cart against the entryway wall. He pulled Yuu closer by the hip, his other hand resting gently on the back of their neck as he pressed his lips against theirs. The kiss lasted only a few seconds before he pulled away, giving their lips a final peck at the corner before wrapping both arms around them in an embrace. Yuu hummed, returning the affectionate hold before allowing Jamil to pull away.

Yuu smiled, tilting their head in question, “What's got you all worked up? That was a ‘Put that shit back’ kinda yell…”

“The last time you left this house, you bled all over the campus and Leona-san nearly died.”

“I didn't bleed anywhere and what the fuck does my bleeding pussy have to do with Leona dying!? He was fine the last I saw him!”

Jamil huffed, pressing one last kiss to Yuu's temple before collecting his cleaning cart, “I’m sure Leona-san would blame you for the fact he had to fight Malleus to keep him from storming Ramshackle.”

Yuu's face pinched, a hybrid expression of annoyance and confusion on their face. Turning to Kalim they gestured as though he'd have the answer they were seeking, “When was this!?”

Kalim laughed, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, there was that massive storm on Monday. A tree got tossed into the library.”

Yuu frowned, folding their arms and rolling their eyes, “I'm not taking responsibility for that. All I did was bleed and bitch. I didn't attempt murder even once Monday!”

“Uh-huh, sure hayati. Go sit with Kalim for a few hours while I go clean up.”

Jamil knew his datemate; habitually, emotionally, and physically. Every mannerism filed away in his head, be it for his own sake of mind or just because he found their quirks cute. Jamil knew in their current state of constant pain, Yuu was not doing upkeep at their normal pace. And while a part of him groaned in annoyance — one of the few days off from school he allowed himself and he's going to spend it cleaning his datmate's dumpster fire of a house — he knew that Yuu's health and mood would only improve once chores were done.

Yuu frowns even harder, moving to grab Jamil's cart and pull the sophomore back, “Wha-no! Jamil, you don't need to do my chores for me. I just gotta...suck it up and do them…and I will…at some point. But-!”

“No, buts, hayati.” Jamil yanks the cart from Yuu, cupping their cheek and caressing it with a soft smile. He looked into their eyes, snake charmer not even needed as he cooed, “Let me take care of you, okay, baby?”

Yuu instantly yielded, giggling and twirling a strand of their curly hair, “Ehehehehehe, okay Jamil~...”

Seeing his datemate properly subdued, Jamil quickly dropped his flirty tone and moved to the kitchen, “Good. Kalim, look after them for me.”

“You can count on me, Jamil!” Kalim was already guiding a still giggling Yuu toward the lounge at the back of the house with a gentle push to their shoulders.

Kalim had adored the nest instantly, flopping into the cushions like it was his own bed. He wanted to add to it, making it even bigger with some fine patterned blankets back in Scarabia. Maybe a few more pillows-

Yuu, finally free from the effects of Jamil's easy-going smile and hooded eyes, had laughed and quickly stopped the housewarden from touching the nest in an effort to change it. Stating that Malleus had built it just for them and they really liked how it looked as is. While he pouted, he yielded to Yuu’s desires, only after she had promised to make a pillow fort in Scarabia once they were all better. 

While cozy in the nest, Kalim had produced a sleeve of artisan crackers that he offered to feed them. Yuu agreed, though confused on why Kalim wanted to feed them. But quickly understood as the second-year smiled and held a cracker up, “Pspspspspspsps-”

“KALIM-”

Now lounging cozy in the nest, the sleeve of crackers slowly disappearing between them. Chatting contently with the idea of talking until Jamil called them for lunch. Chats that became on and off in topic as Kalim had locked eyes with a faded smear of blood on one of the towels under his leg. He would answer Yuu's questions after a second of staring at the smudged, rusty stain in total focus. Before long, he couldn't take the vision of it, his own mind working against him. Images of blood splatters on finely threaded sheets, children wailing in terror as innocent mothers and siblings lay in the deep red puddles during what should have been joyous celebrations. Even the more horrifying scenarios of the Viper family quickly disposing of stained bedding, older sisters and younger moms being consoled as they cried in the early mornings. Suddenly Kalim reached forward, grasping onto Yuu's hand and holding it tightly to his chest.

Kalim smiled, an edge of something uncharacteristically serious clinging to the corners, “Yuu, can I be honest?”

“Um…Yeah? Go for it, Kalim.”

“I've got a lot of moms. Lots of siblings too, so there are a lot of people in my house all the time. And…” Kalim’s grip on their hand tightens, his smile falling a bit as his eyes cast downward, “A lot of…a lot of bad stuff happens at my house sometimes. Stuff that shouldn't ever happen…so…you can tell me, ya know? I can take it.”

“...Tell you what?”

Kalim looks back up, crimson eyes cold and more determined than Yuu had ever seen them, “Yuu, if someone hurt you, you can tell me. No matter who you say did it, I'll believe you and take care of it.” Kalim placed one hand against their shoulder, the other squeezing their joint palms to his heart, “You're like a sister to me. You make Jamil happy and that's the most wonderful thing I could ever ask of a friend of mine. If someone did something to you and you lied for whatever reason, you can tell me the truth now and I'll believe you no matter what.” 

…

Yuu couldn't stop the snort they made, head tilting down as they strained against a laugh. Nothing Kalim said was funny, it was purely a moment of stunned reaction rather than comedy. Last Saturday seemed so long ago, the cloud of confusion and panic as their friends all came to the conclusion they had been assaulted, the horror they all felt and the pure devastation a few of them displayed. Each of them clearly ready and willing to maim whoever they pointed a finger at. It was…strangely heartwarming.

Covering their mouth, they moved their hand from Kalim’s hold to tug him closer into a hug, “No one hurt me, I swear. But, thank you for being so willing to believe me no matter what. It makes me feel…safe.”

Kalim hugs back just as tight, taking a deep breath before letting out a shuddering sigh. Smiling, he nuzzled into Yuu's shoulder before pulling away, “That's a relief…but…” his expression turns concerned, eyes drifting downward, “Are you…just leaking blood from down there?”

“Yep…”

“...” Kalim leaned away, his arms getting pressed between his legs and sympathy pains slowly crept into his gut as he grimaced, “I can't catch it right?”

Yuu falls over in the nest, cackling loudly while Kalim kept looking worried, “Kalim. I swear to you, your pussy isn't going to spontaneously start peeling and juicing it. And if it does, that's a concern. Get that checked out, babes.”

“Well, you should get checked out too then! Let me bring one of my doctors to the school, they won't say a word about how weird your body is and we can make sure you're healthy!”

“The fuck-How weird my body is? Fuck you.” Yuu snicked, rolling on the nest to tilt their head back to smile up to Kalim, “No. I'm going to ignore every ailment my body develops until it's too late like the born American I am.”

“Yuu, that's concerning!”

Kalim wanted a snack, a snack he begged her to let him make himself. The heir had stated he was getting better in the kitchen compared to the first few cooking lessons Yuu and Jamil had given him. Kalim had proudly bragged that Jamil had even allowed him to use the stove unattended now.

(Yuu knew from Jamil’s past venting it was only to watch boiling water, but it was using the stove…)

The two walked into the kitchen, noticing the sweet scent of grapefruit in the halls. A guilty feeling settled in Yuu’s stomach after seeing how clean their kitchen was in the single hour they and Kalim had sat and chatted in the lounge. The dishes were all washed, the sink and cabinets wiped down of every sauce splatter Yuu had long neglected. The floor was swept to perfection and a part of Yuu hoped that the fresh fruit adjacent smell was only the simmer pot and not a freshly mopped floor. Looking into the single pot on the stove, Kalim and Yuu gave pleased hums as they took in the scent of sliced grapefruits, vanilla beans, and sprigs of fresh thyme. 

With the instructions of being careful should a fairy be sleeping in any of the pots or in the oven, Yuu let the Scarabia warden have free reign of their kitchen while they went searching for their boyfriend. 

The muted sound of their washer knocking against the wall led them toward the laundry room.

The Ramshackle laundry room was one of the few rooms that weren’t locked but simply hidden from view. The Tweels had been the ones to find it during Azul’s brief ownership of the building. A false wall that could unlatched and slid to the side to show a certified massive-sized matching washer and dryer set, a wall of cabinets and a wooden topped counter island. Jade had cleaned up the room a bit as an ‘apology’ for giving them such a hard time during the duration of their contract. Floyd had stated he wasn’t sorry but to call him if they ever used the laundry powder found in the room; apparently it had been discontinued years ago for safety reasons.

Dubious washing powder aside, the laundry room was weirdly whimsical. Over the years, a bush had managed to break a window to grow throughout the room making a living ivy wall all along one side of the space. The vines had grown strong enough over time to act as a crisscross of clothing lines. Walking into the room, Yuu watched Jamil stare in complete focus at a towel in his hand standing at the island. The duffle bag was opened on the counter, a few jars and bottles with handwritten labels pulled from it and one opened in Jamil’s free hand. He watched whatever the mixture was doing before moving the towel under the running water of the built-in sink.

Yuu knocked on the doorway, smiling when Jamil looked up from his task, “What ya doing?”

“Why are you here? Go entertain Kalim.”

“You are so mean to me. Just for that, I'm gonna bother you and love you and-”

Jamil sighed, holding up the towel in his hands, “Hayati, please. I'm trying to spot-check things you bled on.”

Yuu frowned, walking over and leaning against the counter to stare at Jamil's concentrated face, “You can do that and let me kiss you on the mouth…”

“Normally, I'd love to make out with you while waiting for laundry to run its cycle, but I need to focus. Blood is easy for me to get out of things at this point. But blood and whatever else is coming out of you changes how the detergents react.” The first few towels with corroded holes from too strong a solution mix backing up his claims…

Pouting, Yuu bumped their hip against Jamil's. They repeated the motion until the sophomore finally yielded and reached for their hand, holding it gently as a blush dusted onto his cheeks. Smiling, Yuu leaned their head against Jamil's shoulder muttering under their breath, “Thank you.”

“Just let me work in peace…”

Once their load of pre-period clothing was in the dryer, Jamil had remarked that their period blood was easier to remove than normal blood spills surprisingly enough. And that he would replace the few towels the protein dissolvant had eaten though. Then he demanded they bring him every last article they had bled on. The longer they remained untreated, the harder the stains would be to remove.

Jamil had already started to separate the towels by dark and lights, taking a moment to gently shove Yuu away from his side, “Go back to the lounge with Kalim; I’ve got this handled.”

“Oh, Kalim’s in the kitchen-”

“He’s what-”

“It’s fine! He just wanted a snack-”

“The stove is on-”

“Jamil.” Yuu had managed to keep the second-year from rushing out of the room, tugging him back by the arm and smiling at his panicked expression, “Kalim is a seventeen-year-old boy. He can be trusted to work a stove. Remember? How you're both trying to be less codependent? How Kalim can manage to make himself a snack without you having to drop everything to make it for him?”

“...” The pout Jamil turns away to hide was foul, almost a sneer if Yuu could have looked at it closer. He was quiet for a few more moments before sighing, “Fine…but if I smell smoke-.”

“He'll be fine.” Please don't let that fucking jinx anything…

Two sets of hands were better than one. A simple fact Yuu kept repeating until Jamil yielded again to their whims. Now they followed him around the house, helping to collect any stray articles that had their period blood on them. Jamil groaned lightly as he looked at the nest. He was aware every couch cushion was used to construct it, along with nearly every last clean pillow, towel, and bedding. But, he wouldn't be able to check if anything was dirty until the nest went away. A feat he wasn't going to perform himself since both Yuu and Malleus were fond of the structure.

So he picked the next best location of Yuu’s bedroom. A mistake on many parts, but he honestly expected no less…

He stared into the room, Yuu sheepishly standing beside him and refusing to look even vaguely in his direction. Jamil wasn't sure if the room was an absolute mess when the group had stormed the area on Saturday, but he could see it was the aforementioned dumpster fire he was expecting the rest of the house to be. Clothing was everywhere, a pair of patterned pj shorts on the ground with a darkened blood stain on the crotch, equally blood-spotted towels in a pile and bedding swirled around as though someone fought their way out. There were several empty bowls, snack wrappers, and juice bottles littering every surface, nearly twelve bottles were all on a single end table.

Jamil turned to Yuu, sighing deeply when they still refused to meet his eyes, “I'm not mad-”

“Yes, you are.”

“You're right, I'm furious. How do you let it get so bad?”

“In my defense…I haven’t been up here for a few days-”

“Yuu, I bought you that bottle of juice.” Jamil pointed to the bedside table, eyes locked on a half-empty bottle of a limited-edition flavor that both Kalim and Yuu had begged him to let them try, “That bottle has been here at least a week.”

“Look-”

“I am. That’s why I’m upset.”

“Let’s just clean this up and you can scold me later. Help me strip the bed.”

Jamil grumbled, looking at the floor and making a mental note to bring his cart upstairs to mop Yuu’s bedroom once she was distracted with Kalim again. While Yuu started to remove the numerous bottles from the side tables, Jamil grabbed the edge of a blanket and pulled it off the bed only to jump at the loud thud that followed. Both looked at the floor under the blanket Jamil had In his hands.

A jug. A half-full jug of bright blue liquid with a label consisting of cartoon-styled fruit and waves.

“...” Jamil grabbed Yuu before she could scurry away from him. Pointing at the juice container he tilted his head with a smile, “What is this? Because it surely can't be an entire gallon of juice. In your bed. Because that'd be insane, wouldn't it?”

“...I mean it's mostly empty-”

“Yuu.”

“It's not that bad! I get thirsty at night and sometimes I don't want to go all the way downstairs for a glass of water…”

Jamil jerkingly gestured to the ensuite bathroom, no more than four feet away from where they were both standing.

“Bathroom water is good, but kitchen sink water hits different, you know?”

“If I didn't love you…”

Jamil tried to keep quiet as they both stripped the bed. With every blanket and pillow removed, more and more items were revealed; half-eaten bags of chips, opened containers of cookies, more select bottles of juice and soda. The real kicker was the empty containers, each closed tightly to not let crumbs out onto the sheets.

Pulling out another package of cookies, Jamil cast a withering glare at Yuu, “Please tell me you aren’t teaching Kalim how to do this…”

Yuu laughed, waving off their boyfriend’s concern, “Oh, no. Bedrotting is way too advanced for him. He’d get crumbs everywhere just putting a plate on his bed.”

“At least we’re in agreement there…” He finally pulled the sheet off the bed, clicking his tongue at seeing his worst expectation. The number of towels and blankets still allowed the blood to reach the mattress, barely staining the cotton fabric top a dull red, but still visible, “Damn…How much do you bleed during this? You’ve been taking the iron supplements, right?”

“Yeah…” Yuu walked over, frowning at seeing they had stained their mattress, “I’ll be honest, I barely know what the normal amount to bleed is. It’s also lasting longer than normal though…”

“Hmm…” Jamil placed the folded sheet on the bed, moving to press his hands against Yuu’s face and neck as a means to check them over, “I’m only noticing it now, but you’re a little bloated. Is that part of it? Do you know how long it lasts? Bloating could be a sign of something else being wrong…”

Yuu smiles, placing their hands over Jamil’s and pulling them away, “Yes, the bloating is part of it. I’ll be fine once this hell week is over. I'm used to this only lasting like four days. The whole week is just cruel and unusual…”

“Four days?”

“Jesus. You said that like when I told you I’ve eaten belladonna berries as a child. The fuck are periods like here?”

“A lot less bloody for one…And not as long. Menses generally isn’t normal unless it’s after birth, and even then it’s fairly rare if done in a comfortable medical setting.”

“Is the word actually menses? Because that’s hilarious. The medical name for a period is called menstruation.”

“...‘Menses’ is the term for vaginal bleeding and discharge. The process is commonly known as ‘The Refresh’. Thinking it over it’s decently similar; the food cravings, agitated moods, lethargy. However, The Refresh lasts, at most, two days. Any longer than that and it’s a medical concern. I’ve never heard of the process being painful either…” Growing up with a younger sister and a household that had a revolving door of pregnant women made him more knowledgeable than he realized. 

“...” Yuu bit her lip, smiling and nodding their head as a mask to the spike of fury that coursed through them, “I will find out how to cast endometriosis and destroy nations…”

“What the fuck is endometriosis?”

“Something that’ll take out half you fuckers, but whatever.” Yuu sighed, flopping down onto the bare bed and letting themselves metaphorically puddle into the slab.

Jamil sat beside them on the mattress, running his hand along their back and massaging in small intervals, “The pain can get that bad…? How do you feel now? You don’t have it right, endometriosis? Or is it a phase of this?”

“Stop asking me questions, you’re worse than Riddle…” Yuu moved their face from the cotton top of the mattress, looking from the corner of their eyes at Jamil, “I don’t think I have it…cramps are just really bad but not like…to the point of ‘I need hospital attention bad’, I think…Periods are just sucky and I hate it.”

“Are there other ways to help? You aren't taking any more pain potions, right? You've been taking…a lot in a small amount of time…”

Yuu hums, reaching a hand to play with the end of Jamil's braid, “I mean…orgasms help with pain relief? But, Vil taught me a bunch of other stuff yesterday to help with the cramps. Plus just a nice soak in warm water does wonders…Jamil?”

“...” Shrugging his shoulders, Jamil slipped off the bed, “Eh, it's just blood.”

Yuu threw a questioning glance over their shoulder, “Wha-Jamil!?” She shrieked, being flipped onto her back. Raising up on her elbows, she sees Jamil kneeling between her now-opened legs.

The second-year smirks, his hands already massaging the tops of her thighs, “I'm down here all the time anyway. Might as well give you some relief.”

She sputters, smiling and trying to flip back over and cross her legs, “Oh, my god. You didn't even ask-” another tug pulls her closer to him and moving her hips over the edge of the bed and letting him kiss against their pelvic, “JAMIL!”

“Kalim, are you still in the kitchen? What have you been-...” Yuu froze in the archway of the kitchen, looking at the now-dressed small square table pushed against the wall.

Perking up from the freezer door, Kalim smiled, “Oh, hi Yuu! I just finished making the brownie ice cream sandwiches, but everything else is ready for lunch. Where's Jamil?”

“Washing his face. Kalim, did you order this food?” They pointed at the table, bewildered at the spread.

Sitting at the center of the table was one of their glass serving pitchers filled with juice, a platter of chicken tenders, and two smaller serving bowls of what looked to be mixed vegetables and mashed potatoes. There were placemats and proper dishware all set for three people. Yuu even noticed beside the pitcher was a napkin sloppily folded to look like a candle.

He frowns, folding his arms, “No? I made it! Since Jamil was so busy cleaning, I thought I would help out by making us lunch.” He smiled, closing his eyes with an expression that spoke of how proud he was of himself, “I made us girl dinner for lunch all on my own!”

Yuu opened their mouth, poised to correct the housewarden only for Jamil to appear behind her.

Jamil was gently yet insistently pushing Yuu away from the doorway, “You know I don't like you being in the kitchen while I cook.”

“You don't like anyone being in the kitchen when you cook. But, Jamil, look! Kalim made things…”

Looking at the table in silence, Jamil surveyed the dishes before turning to Kalim with a look of disappointment, “You know you're not supposed to open doors to let people inside.”

“I? I didn't order this? I made it!”

Jamil pointed to the table, brows furrowed and looking far too much like a frustrated mother, “You expect me to believe you made chicken tenders, by hand?”

Kalim opened his mouth but quickly closed it, looking to the side sheepishly, “I…ok, I didn't do that.” he gestured to the large fridge he was still standing by, “But Yuu had a bag of chicken tenders in her freezer that I put in the air fryer. I got the vegetables from a can and heated them up. And, I put three tablespoons of butter and garlic salt to taste in the instant potatoes.”

Yuu flitted their hands like an excited mother, smiling before pressing against Jamil to make sure he was listening to Kalim, “Tell him about the brownies. You said something about brownies.”

“Oh! Yeah. You had a container of brownies on your snack cart that were going out of date. So I was extra careful and cut them to make sandwiches with some ice cream I found.”

Kalim smiled, hands on his hips as he took his stance in pride again, “I made girl dinner all myself.”

“You didn't even make girl dinner, you just made dinner. Kalim! You cooked! All on your own!” Yuu rushed over, arms wrapping around his waist and lifting him up to spin him in the hug, “You cooked! I'm so proud of you!”

Laughing loudly, hugging Yuu back and nuzzling his head against her’s. He looks over, still smiling wide only to freeze and have his smile drop at seeing his friend’s expression, “...Jamil?”

The second Scarabia student was silent, staring at the table filled with food with a blank expression. His eyes seemed to scan every last dish on the table trying to find anything wrong. Possibly a visible flaw in the food or something to point to poisoning or poor preparation.

“...” Setting Kalim back down Yuu pats Jamil's chest, rolling her eyes and trying to help him to the table to sit, “He's just having a baby mental breakdown. Once he snaps out of it, he'll be just as proud. Let's eat!”

Jamil snapped back the second he bit into one of the tenders. He grabbed the platter, taking it back to the air fryer and placed half of them inside, “You put all of these in at once didn't you?”

“Yes? I put a lot in to make sure we'd have plenty to share!”

“Kalim, these weren't cooked properly…”

“Ah…My bad.”

Besides the small threat of salmonella poisoning, the rest of the day went peacefully. Both Yuu and Kalim tagged along as Jamil found more places to clean. They had managed to annoy him enough before they had even started the second load of laundry, tossing clothing and having a faux fashion show instead of folding, like Jamil had asked of them. So they were banished back to the lounge.

Jamil appeared again hours later, sighing and saying that all of Yuu's laundry was washed, dried, folded, and placed in their appropriate areas. He then plopped face-first into the nest, only moving enough to wrap an arm around Yuu's waist and groan that they were too messy to live alone. Prompting Kalim to once again offer to permanently house them not only in Scarabia, but his family's estate. An idea that was instantly vetoed on different fronts by the couple.

As the trio were just thinking of what to make for actual dinner, the front door opened. Lilia and Malleus entered the lounge, each pleasantly surprised to see their respective favorite Scarabia boy in the nest with Yuu.

Lilia lifted up a large carry bag with the logo of the Mostro Lounge, a smile on his face, “Good thing Floyd was in such a good mood today, he gave us extra on our order.”

Malleus was already in the nest, sharing a kiss with Yuu before tucking hair behind Jamil's ear to kiss his cheek, “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

Jamil didn't look up, but the tips of his ears had slowly turned red the second Malleus’s fingertips grazed across his cheek. Of any of them, he had yet to get used to Malleus’s almost spontaneous bouts of affection. He turned his head more into Yuu's thigh, praying it could hide the rosy tint of his cheeks, “We didn't have dinner plans yet, so…I don't see why not…”

Even after dinner, neither Scarabia boy was allowed to leave. The thought never crossed Kalim’s mind and Jamil was trapped under Malleus’s arm, the horned fae being more affectionate as an apology for threatening him on Monday. Lying between his two warmer-blooded lovers, arms locked around their waists to hold them close in a cuddle. Kalim and Lilia were crowded close, the two vibing to the low music from Kalim’s phone and drifting off to sleep.

Yuu hummed, nuzzling into Malleus’s chest, “This is nice…we should invite Azul to cuddle with us.”

Jamil reaches a hand up, eyes still closed as he presses a finger to Yuu's lips in a silent motion to be quiet, “Let's not traumatize him any more than he has been…”

Malleus frowns at Jamil, pouting as Lilia snickers, “I already apologized for scaring you both during our talk yesterday and Monday.”

“Also, why is me asking him to come cuddle a cause for fear?”

Opening his eyes, sighing and lifting his head from Malleus’s chest to raise an eyebrow, “You've noticed how he's almost going out his way to avoid being around you?”

Yuu shrugged, pouting and pressing her cheek harder against Malleus, “I just thought he was busy…”

Malleus looked to the side, remembering how squeamish and withdrawn the Octavinelle student was when discussing Yuu's period, “He was very…frightened the last I saw him. Your period seems to be a factor of intimidation for him.”

“Female caecilians are aggressive during mating season, enough so that they could potentially kill the male trying to mate with them.” Jamil groaned, rolling his eyes remembering the day's long talk he was magically spawned into, “It was why he nearly agreed with Malleus to jump-start your pregnancy vow…”

“I still believe I'm justified in my stance. Azul would also have nothing to fear if Yuu was already pregnant.”

“Malleus, we’ve talked about this, my period can still happen if I’m pregnant-”

Jamil snapped to glare at Yuu, “I’m sorry, what-”

 Yuu smiled, a hand moving to pat Jamil’s face to ‘calm’ him, “Anyway, since we’re talking about stuff that no one wants to talk about, what’s this about you almost killing Leona?”

“...” Malleus blinked, quirking his lip as he looked off to the side, clearly showing his disinterest, “Kingscholar was…fine the last I saw him.”

“And when was that?”

“A few…days ago?”

Jamil’s hard stare shifted to Malleus, “Was that a question?”

“I don’t tend to think much, of Kingscholar.”

Yuu snickered, “Don’t you mean about?”

“I don’t see the difference.”

[kairiscorner]

HELLOOO 👋👋

can you do where Miles kisses reader but reader doesn't kiss back to tease him... when Miles pulled back and reader wipes her lips..

+i really love your one shots,, they got me giggling and sht 🤭

HI ANON 🫶🫶🫶 okay, so i'm not entirely sure if i did this one right, I HOPE I DID....... also i saw your other message, AND DW ABOUT IT, IT'S OKAYYYY we all make mistakes <:DD you're welcome here any time :3

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just one kiss, that's all

"whaddya think, that was pretty good, no?" he asked you with a cheeky grin on his face as his mask was pulled upwards just a little bit. you weren't impressed in the slightest, or at least, that's how you wanted it to seem. you shrugged. "it was okay, morales." you said as he paced around the ceiling for a little, chuckling to himself at your apathetic response. "it's like you weren't even there and don't believe me! i'm telling you, that crook was getting nowhere near my lover." he said as he sauntered over to you as you sat down on your bed, looking up at him and raising an eyebrow, pouting your lips and keeping your arms crossed over your chest. "i can handle myself just fine, morales. you gotta worry about yourself." you said as he looked into your eyes lovingly with a lopsided grin on his face, because he knew you agreed to this little bet you two made, and miles doesn't forget rewards from his hard work so easily.

miles placed a hand on your cheek and smirked to himself as you gave no reaction, you were completely and utterly giving him silent and poker face treatment. "what's mi corazon doing now, hmm? you know, you're super cute when you smile and chuckle at my stupid stunts sometimes... but you pouting to them is much cuter." he teased you, to which you fake groaned at. "whatever, it isn't worth you getting scuffed up. even if you're spider man, you're still a boy." "correction, a man." he joked as he smiled wider at you. "the day you'll be a man is the day you get kisses from me without having to save me after i call for you." you said with a smirk up at him to match his confidence at that moment.

miles laughed a little as he neared your face. "now, come on, can't we get on with it, babe? i love you a whole lot, that's why i saved you. not just to... to feel your lips on mine, y'know..." he said as he ran a hand through your hair and got a little flustered in the face, and so did you, and you couldn't shake it off. "no. you put yourself in danger, you weren't in your suit when you saved me–" "but i saved you nonetheless, didn't i, mi amor?" he asked you with an eyebrow raise. "our bet was that you'd kiss me the minute i saved you, and it was in a minute. no rules were stated that i had to be in the suit." he said, and he had a point, but you turned away from him with an unwavering poker face. "still, i can't reward risky behavior; not even for you, morales." you said with a stern tome in your voice.

"you promised... come on, please don't leave your friendly neighborhood spider man all alone with unkissed lips..." miles whined, to which you took in a deep breath. you sighed, and looked at him, who was looking at you desperately for that reward of his that he so badly deserved. you caved, he was too cute for you to say no to.

"...fine." you said, finally giving in, as miles gasped in delight. "yes!" he exclaimed to himself softly. "okay, i promise i won't chicken out this time." he said as he cupped your face, and slowly... he kissed you, his lips were soft against yours. you held back all your urges to kiss him back, though, because even if you let him kiss you, you weren't going to fully reward him for his recklessness for a mere kiss.

as miles pulled away, he looked at you expectantly in your eyes for something, anything--any indication that you reciprocated his love, his emotions towards you. he smiled awkwardly, "love?" he called out for you. "come on now, don't be like that..." trying to fluster you, trying to flirt with you, to get you embarrassed for him, but all he was greeted with was your stoic expression, your unchanging, stoic expression.

the worst part was when you wiped his kiss off your lips, with him witnessing you doing so. you folded your arms in front of your chest again. "what?" you asked him in a slightly irritated voice when he didn't say anything after you did that. you turned to look at him, and he was on the verge of sobbing. "mi cielo... babe, what'd i do wrong? i just... i'd always save you, if this whole thing is about that, y'know... i'm sorry..." he said in a soft voice as he placed his hands on either sides of your face, his eyes going wider, sadder, and filling with tears knowing you didn't want to kiss him back. you sighed, and soon, you cracked a small smile. "i'm sorry, miles." you finally said as you placed your hands on his face now. "i can't reward stupid behavior, you know that." "but it wasn't stupid, you were in trouble. with or without the suit, as spider man or as miles morales, i'll always save you."

and that... that made you realize. that made you realize miles didn't care about the bet, about getting a kiss from you or showing off--he really wanted to save you that day because he knew you were in trouble, even if it jeopardized him and his identity as spider man. "really?" you asked him as you ran a thumb over his cheek. "really." he said, and soon, you pulled him in close to give him what he's needed all this time--the feeling of your lips against his. since miles wasn't the best teaser in the world and was easy to give in when it came to you, you felt him kiss you back, and it was an adoring, sweet sensation--the feeling of his soft lips against yours was enough to tell you that he genuinely loved you, more than any other boy had before towards you.

as he pulled away, he looked back at you, his face flustered so badly--and he smiled widely again. though his eyes looked glassy because of how he was almost about to cry at your teasing because he thought you didn't love him anymore, his anxiety was replaced with long overdue relief. "i love you, miles." you told him as he kissed your forehead. "and i love you, so... so much." he replied as he rested his forehead against yours, just feeling you near him, loving how near you are--how you're within reach of him, how he can just love you and it'd all be so right to both of you, despite the stunts he does to protect you;

because he loves you.

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[kyojurokoibito]

#5/10—kyojuro rengoku x reader

stealth. that is the skill of which you embodied at the moment.

your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your breathing low, your footsteps light, and body controlled. many skills were required for the demon slayer corps, and stealth was definitely one of them. the element of surprise was always an advantage when fighting demons.

however, your stealth was not being utilized for slaying demons at the moment.

you continued to creep down the hallway of your estate, being careful not to drop the contents in your hand. upon arriving to the desired door, you carefully slid the door open. you peeked inside.

'good...still asleep.'

you entered the room, closing the door behind you. creeping towards the bed in the center of the floor, you crouched down before crawling onto the bed, straddling your beloved kyojuro's waist.

his peaceful expression while he slept always brought a flutter to your heart.

but, you interrupted his sleep by gently pressing your lips onto his. not that he minded.

you couldn't help but smile as you felt warm hands clasp around your waist, tenderly keeping you in place. you went to lean back to separate the kiss, but kyojuro followed suit, keeping his lips secured against yours as he rose into a seated position.

he kept you there a little while longer before pulling away, a vibrant smile etched on his face, "good morning to you too, my love!"

"morning, kyo! oh, hang on." you remembered the purpose of your sneaking around your own estate in the morning. you held up the neatly packed bento boxed tied nicely with a ribbon. "i made your favorite for breakfast!"

kyojuro is a huge foodie(it's cannon, bite me.) he absolutely loved it when you shared a meal, had him try new recipes, or anything of that nature.

"greatly appreciated, love" he kissed your forehead before reaching for the box. you pulled it away from him.

"nuh uh," you shook your head, untying the box. "you aren't lifting a finger today! i'll be feeding you myself today!"

he let out a hearty laugh, "is that so? i do not mind you feeding me, if it is what you desire, but what for?"

"it's your birthday, silly!" you smiled at the sudden realization that flashed across his face. "how could you forget your own birthday!"

"i suppose it is because i don't celebrate it often," he laughed.

"well that changes now," you picked up some of the food in between the chopsticks before raising it to his lips. "say ahh!"

he happily complied, closing his eyes with a delighted hum as he savored the taste of your food.

"TASTY!"

you laughed at his outburst, before picking up another cluster of food and feeding it to him. this continued for a while, you feeding kyojuro, and him making joyful outbursts with each bite. just as you were about to feed him another, kyojuro gently took the chopsticks from your grasp.

"hm, are your full?"

he shook his head before copying your action from earlier. "say ahh!"

"but i should be feeding you," you jut your lower lip out in a small pout. "it's your birthday!"

"well," kyojuro paused for a moment before smiling and bringing the food to your lips. "consider this my birthday wish!"

"mmmh...alright, guess i can't deny you that." you allowed him to feed you, and eventually the dish was empty.

kyojuro set the empty box down before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you smiled up at him before placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"happy birthday, my beloved kyojuro."

[wanderingconstellations]

STOPPP THIS WAS FROM MONTHS AGO... ME AND @ciarchivez DID THIS, OK.. I JUST DIDN'T REMEMBER TO POST IT THATS ALL

Afab ! Reader. Riding. Lyney being a total tease. Cockwarming. Nipple Play. Lmk if I missed anything !!

you can't change my mind that lyney doesn't help you put your makeup on. by helping, I meant by him having you cock warm him while the tip of his cock is nuzzling so nicely inside of you.

your lipstick stains on his own lips while he guides you how to ride him while he kisses you, smearing the red lipstick that he previously painted on your dear lips. It makes his cock twitch and he watches your eyes roll back knowing it presses on your sweet spot.

fortunately, he was done with your eye makeup, so now he was painting your lips, but moans keep spilling out of your mouth when you open it, making it much more difficult for him to reapply your lipstick.

you can't help it when his cock is literally sheath deep inside of you. you struggle to put your eyeliner on, doing your very best to not ruin it while lyney teases you, fondling with your breasts so nicely that you have to bite your tongue to keep your mouth shut.

he sucks while fondling with the other, feeling how your pussy twitches in delight as he now feels a puddle of liquid pool on his shorts.

lyney clicks his tongue before holding your wrists as he thrusts upwards into you with a pout, softly scolding you that he can't afford to have spare clothes because all of it are tailored and expensive. unfortunately, you barely hear a thing as your pussy continues to leak slick as it mixes with your cum on his now soiled garment. slight smug grin can be seen on his lips, being so proud of his successful ministrations.

fuck, you can't even put your lipstick on— not while his perfect length was kissing your cervix so nicely, especially when lyney would unexpectedly jerk his hips upward every now and then. being the annoying tease he is, he would look at you with innocent eyes, fluttering his lashes every time you cast a sharp, surly gaze to him.

when he feels a puddle of liquid pool on his shorts, he clicks his tongue before lazily holding your hips as he thrusts upwards into you with a pout, softly scolding you that he can't afford to have spare clothes because all of it are tailored and expensive. unfortunately, you barely hear a thing as your pussy continues to leak slick as it mixes with your cum on his now soiled garment— your mind is just sooo hazy, you can't even grasp a single thought. you even forgotten about going to that silly party of yours, oh well.. more quality for you and lyney then.

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[pencilpat]

I ALMOST FORGOT IT WAS DUKECEIT WEEK I AM FERAL! So! I've queued days 1-3 to post throughout today to make up for the lost time.

@dukeceit-week-2024

Here's day 1: sunflower/ocean! In which a selkie and a farmer care for each other greatly. There won't be a fic every single day but this one called to me. Janus is a harbor seal! The spots were chosen to mimic his scales hehe :)

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A boy lies barefoot on the jagged cliff rocks on the beach near his father’s home, listening to the choppy water slap itself onto them and spray him with the scent of salt. This water would drown a man instantly if he tried to swim it, carry him far below the waves to his watery grave. It’s very dangerous a spot. To a man, at least. He is waiting, watching, to see if his visitor will come to him today. As he gazes, far in the distance, he notices a small grey speck against the green of the water, observing him as well.

He sits up with a massive grin splitting his lips, his fingers clutching onto the gift he brought. No matter how much he trusts his visitor, his family has driven into him deeply the knowledge that you must always offer a gift to the fae to stay in their good graces. The grey, speckled coat of his visitor dives back beneath the waves, gone for a moment before surfacing right at the rockface. The seal barks at him, and the boy laughs with delight, waving vigorously. “Hi, hi! You came to see me again!”

The face of the seal splits in an invisible seam, and falls to the sides like a hood to reveal the speckled face of a man. “Hello, farmer boy,” he chirps at him, treading water the rest of the way to the rock before pulling himself up. His reddish hair is soaked through with brine, and he smells of pure ocean, of places that man will never go.

“Janus!” the boy proclaims as he scoots towards him, hesitantly reaching out to touch his shoulder, avoiding his coat entirely. “It’s gotten so cold lately, I thought for certain your kind went out with the seals to warm water, don’t they?” He brushes wind blown hair out of his own face with frustration, to which Janus reaches up and holds his hair back for him with a coy grin.

“I don’t share secrets of migration, Remus. One slip of your tongue and you’d have my kind hunted for sport even in our safest spots.”

Remus pouts at him visibly. “I wouldn’t do that! Don’t be silly!”

Janus laughs, showing off his mouth of very inhuman teeth, made to eat fish and oysters rather than the soft cooked vegetables and meats that Remus’s family consumes. “You’re a human, and they are very bad at slipping up. Both on rocks and with their words. That’s why my kind avoid you, or at least one cause.” Janus’s gaze is caught by something in Remus’s opposite hand, and his dark eyes fixate on the bright colour instantly with barely restrained interest. “What gift did you bring me?”

Remus’s smile widens even more, his eyes raking over Janus’s curious face with fondness. “It’s a flower! You remember the coral you brought me, the bright yellow stuff? This is almost the same colour, isn’t it?”

“It is…” Janus says, greedy hands reaching for it, only for Remus to swipe it away playfully. He jumps up and dances backwards across the rock towards the shore.

“Nope, not getting it that easy, seal boy!~” he shouts teasingly.

 Janus lets out an indignant huffing sound and stands, not chasing him outright but obviously following him across the rock and sand. “Farmer, just give me my gift! What is this?”

“We’re playing! Er, I know it’s not exactly how seals play but-“ Remus cuts himself off as Janus's eyes darken and glimmer, a grin breaking his lips apart.

“Oh, playing, huh?” He gets into a hunched pose as if he’s going to charge at Remus. “Get over here and I’ll drown your ass, ‘playing,’ c’mere!” And then he does charge him. Remus shrieks out a delighted laugh and begins running through the shallow water right at the sand, Janus’s sloshing footsteps right behind him. As they get closer and closer, Remus suddenly turns around on him and begins running towards him instead.

Janus yelps, but doesn’t have time to course correct in any way, so Remus catches him and swoops him up into the air in his arms, whooping victoriously and swinging him in a circle as Janus barks at him in surprise. “You idiot, put me down!” he laughs. “I’ll curse your entire bloodline for this, slaoiste!” Janus swears at him, jokingly beating at his back until Remus settles down and just holds him there in place, the two laughing together with locked eyes as the freezing ocean pelts their legs.

Remus sets his companion down again after a moment, clearing his throat awkwardly. “You can have it now, here,” he says, brushing back Janus’s hair and resting the flower on the top of his inhuman ear steadily. “There we go, beautiful.”

Janus smiles at him, a quite genuine one for once, reaching up to touch the petals and finding them to be incredibly delicate. He gazes over Remus sadly, huffing. “I do have to go for winter, to somewhere warmer. I won’t be able to come see you until at least spring.”

“You could stay here, with me! On land? That offer obviously will always stand, you know, right?” Remus tries to mask his sudden engulfing sadness with a hopeful smile, but Janus’s face only falls further.

“I can’t, Remus,” he says, subconsciously clutching on tightly to his coat. He knows Remus wouldn’t steal it by now, but every time Remus asks him to stay, the stories his people tell of the inescapable love spell fill his mind with fear. “I’m not a land creature. I don’t belong here, with you. At least not all of the time.” Janus looks at the ground to avoid the crushed face Remus makes at him. “I’m sorry.”

Remus shakes his head. “No, don’t be, please. I get it, you know?” No one wants me enough to stay forever, no matter what I do, he finishes the thought in his mind. He takes in a deep breath to steady himself. “You promise you’ll be back, in spring?”

“Yes, farmer boy.”

Remus holds up his pinky. Janus tilts his head with confusion, looking him up and down. Remus chuckles. “It’s a pinky promise! We shake pinkies, and that makes it an extra solid promise.”

Janus laughs, but he reaches up and shakes their little fingers together soundly. “Okay, Remus. How silly. It’s a pinky promise.” He releases him, and turns to face the sea, clutching at the hood of his coat. He steps further into the water, breathing in the salt and brine of his home. He can see other seals in the far distance, no doubt someone curious coming to find him. “Well… I have to go.” He looks back to his human, shooting him a sad smile. “I’ll see you again. Pinky promise.”

“Pinky promise,” Remus whispers, waving his selkie off with a forlorn smile and eyes as wet as the sea.

[fairy-writes]

then how about this: Akaza with a demon that's actually from hell and not from accepting Muzan's blood?

MAKE A DEAL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Demon Slayer

Pairing(s): Akaza x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Demon!Reader

Notes: thanking everyone EXTENSIVELY for helping me with this idea!

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Akaza didn’t dream. 

Not really, at least. 

It wasn’t like he needed sleep. Demons didn’t require rest to function, but when you couldn’t go out during the day, sleep became a close friend.

So when he opens his eyes in his dreamscape, he is more than a little confused. 

Especially when he spots you. You were sitting with one leg crossed over the other on a log and watching him with eyes that, frankly, made him a bit nervous. They were yellow, a luminescent golden iris surrounded by an inky black sclera. The color was accentuated by what you were wearing—a pristine, white, knee-length, toga-like outfit. 

Something ancient from a bygone age. 

Long forgotten.

Just who were you?

Out of the blue, you said a name. 

Your name? 

He sat up (When had he been lying down? He never laid down. He always slept with his back against a wall.), taking in his surroundings. He was in a forest with massive pine trees surrounding him on all sides, with a small creek burbling and splitting the ground between you two. 

“Who are you?” He asks, and you simply smile at him, showing off pointed teeth that are too straight. Too white. Too unnatural.

“I already told you, silly.” You reply in jest, and he scowls. 

He already wants you to leave. 

You pout and stand, adjusting the hem of your toga and then your sandals before hopping down off the log.

“Fine then.” You huff and make to walk away into the woods when Akaza realizes something. 

“Are you reading my mind?” He asks, and you stop, looking over your shoulder to watch him with those glowing yellow eyes. 

“And if I am?” You ask, and he clenches his fists.

“Stop it.” Is all he says. 

At that, you shrug and go to take another step.

“Oh well. I was looking forward to a lovely conversation with the infamous Upper-Rank Three. But I suppose I can go talk to Upper Two. He’s usually asleep about this time.” You muse, and Akaza feels a jolt of rage shoot through him. 

Douma? 

“Why would you talk to that scum?” He snarls, and you turn around, eyebrow raised, and head cocked to the side. 

“Because I am looking for conversation. But you seem to have the conversation skills of a toddler. Telling me to “stop it” like a three-year-old.” You reply, tone teasing but surprisingly not upset. You sounded delighted that he was even talking to you.

Why?

But your comment has him gritting his teeth. 

Something about you irritates him. 

But… against his better judgment… he sits down on a rock when you gesture for him to do so. You sit back on the log, crossing one leg delicately over the other, and study him as if you were a bird studying prey. 

He hated feeling like this—like he was in the presence of someone more powerful than he. 

“So? What do you want?” He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes narrow briefly, and then you roll them,

“To make a friend? See what it’s like being one of Kibustuji Muzan’s subjects? All of the above?” You say, and he freezes at the name of his master. 

Surely, you were a demon like him. 

How were you able to say his name so freely?

He waits for the screaming. 

The tearing apart of your body. 

The blood. 

Everything that comes with saying his name. 

But no such thing happens. 

You watch him with a curious sort of expression, and then a thought occurs to you. 

“You think I’m one of his?” You gape, and when he nods silently, you begin to laugh. 

And laugh.

And laugh.

It’s the type of laugh that shakes your whole body. The kind of laugh that makes it hard to breathe. A whole-body experience that goes on seemingly forever. You gasp and wheeze as you hunch over to wrap your arms around your stomach. Somewhere in the back of Akaza’s mind, he’s worried about you falling off the log and indecently exposing yourself. 

Eventually, you get your snickering under control, wiping tears from your eyes as you stifle more giggles. 

“That is simply a preposterous thought! To think I’d be lumped in with the same league as Muzan?! Ha! I’m much more powerful than he is!” You sneer, and Akaza has to stop himself from staring in astonishment. 

More powerful than his master? 

Was such a thing possible?

You seemingly read his mind (yet again) and answer before he has the chance to articulate his thoughts. 

“There are other ways to become a demon, you know. I’m living proof of that. Much more efficient, too. I can go out in the sunlight and everything!” You say, and Akaza is reeling.

Another way to become a demon? 

Just how—

“You just have to make a deal with me.” You interrupt his thoughts with that grin that makes him uneasy. Something about you seems off… Something he can’t quite place. But… he asks something on his mind.

“What sort of deal?” At that, your grin widens almost impossibly so, and you extend a hand. 

“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” You say, and against his better judgment, Akaza takes your hand in his and shakes it. 

Only to watch your eyes darken until the inky blackness swallows him whole. 

“Perfect.” 

[nautilusgays]

Hey I love your nemonnax content!! It’s good to see some content with our sea gays lol. Do you have any more relationship headcanons for Nemo/Pierre? NSFW or SFW - anything you have in mind, Im really curious to hear what you have in mind:)

Hi!! Omg thank you so much!! I'm so glad you enjoy it that means a lot 🥺🥰

Sorry it took me so long to reply!!

More headconnons! I love thinking about these two!

SFW Headcannons:

- They have flirty chess games that people hate being in the vicinity of - especially before they get together because the unresolved tension/feelings is unreal.

- The first game they ever play Pierre wins and he looks up through his eyelashes, smirking as he purrs "check mate, Captain". Nemo is completely caught off guard and gets so so flustered and quickly leaves. Pierre pouts "I would not have expected him to be such a bad loser." Ned is losing his mind.

- After they've gotten together Pierre sometimes uses his rizz to distract and fluster Nemo to increase his chances of winning. Nemo sulks because its often effective.

- Pierre enjoys sketching Nemo but is anxious about Nemo ever seeing them. The thing is when Nemo is in the Saloon and Pierre is sketching him he's incredibly unsubtle so Nemo knows the entire time. Pierre is mentally doodling hearts around every drawing.

- There are times Pierre reminds Nemo a lot of his wife and sometimes it causes him to have mental spirals of being worried he's being unfaithful to her or is forcing Pierre into being a replacement and projecting her onto him.

- Nemo has one of those therapeutic dreams where he's talking to his wife about it. She approves of Pierre and thinks they would have been good friends; and that they would have drunk tea and gossiped together. (I wrote this as a drabble lol)

- Pierre is very tactile. Before they get together Pierre kept having to stop himself from touching Nemo like he would with his other friends. Nemo at first appreciates the respect but as the months go past he gets a little frustrated that he's the only one Pierre doesn't touch.

- When they're together Pierre is a cuddle bug now that he has permission - Nemo loves it (he didn't realised how touch starved he was poor guy).

- Nemo radiates a lot of heat and Pierre has declared him his hot water bottle.

- Pierre enjoys swimming and Nemo will occasionally make up issues so they spend a day or so in one place so Pierre (and eventually other crew too) can swim. It took Pierre way too long to realise the 'lucky coincidences' of the Nautilus having a technical issue when they're in warm areas were not just coincidences.

- The crew greatly approve of them, and had a betting pool on if/when theyll get together going from the first day.

Again thank you so much for the ask! I'm sorry I took a while to respond I've been moving house.

(NSFW/Explicit Headcanons under the cut!)

Spicy head cannon time!

- Power bottom mode Pierre makes Nemo very flustered especially if Pierre straddles his lap and starts kissing his neck - it's almost guaranteed to have Nemo raring to go very quickly.

- Pierre obviously having had more experience teaches Nemo about many things and helps him become more comfortable with sex in general since it's been loooong for Nemo.

- When Pierre first talks to Nemo about being tied up Nemo is a bit confused, also hesitant about putting Pierre in such a vulnerable position especially since at first he was imprisoned in the Nautilus and of course Nemo had drugged him once. But they talk it out and slowly ease into such dynamics.

- Nemo becomes much more confident quite quickly and Pierre is enjoying it but also suffering because Nemo will walk past him in the ship, place his hand on Pierre's lower back, whisper a sensual promise to him, and keep walking; leaving a very flustered Professor behind.

- Nemo is a bit embarrassed that he's become more...lustful...he thinks he should be better than that. Doesn't stop him tho lol.

- Meanwhile Pierre is delighted to climb that man like an oceanic tree.

- Conseil is slightly traumatised by the time he walked into Pierre's room and saw him and Nemo in a comprising position.

- Pierre loves to ride Nemo, who enjoys lying back and enjoying the view everything and getting to watch Pierre.

(part of me wanted to be more explicit but also I didn't want to go too wild lol)

[maya-custodios-dionach]

Congratulations to @gothicwoes for their post on steddie having a gomez/morticia dynamic that I IMMEDIATELY shared in our horny-on-main 18+ steddie server, and sent me going on a tangent going INSANE over Vampire Steve Harrington. I hope the excerpts I put in here are coherent, aaaahhh. Hope you enjoy my rambling, yall. Beware, LONG POST AHEAD!!

THOUSAND YEAR OLD VAMPIRE STEVE AND HIS 28YO BOYFRIEND EDDIE, WHO KEEPS CAMPAIGNING TO BE TURNED

steves all angsty about it while eddie is busy about fantasizing the shit he'd do once he's turned

he loved being a bloodbag, dont get him wrong, being drained of blood is hot, BUT ITS TIME TO PUT A RING ON IT

EDDIE'S CLINGING TO THAT VAMPIRE ASS UNTIL THE HEAT DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE

eddie's vampire moodboard is just morticia, which fits bc vamp!steve already treats him like gomez treats morticia

i love love LOVE couples where one is goth and the other is prep/pastel but the soft bright one is the vampire, that shit's so good

also its bc i think people who love and/or dress like a vampire would be turned on by being turned into a bloodbag tbh

all this to say, when steve finally caves and turns eddie, 100 or so years later, they have the same comfy domestic yet still obsessed with each other dynamic that gomez and morticia have

eddie tries to act like some old wisened vamp but steve over here humbling him like-

Eddie, putting on a morticia air and scaring dustin and the Party, who broke into their indiana vacation home to investigate shit: 😈

Steve, too old for this crap and just wants to blend in so that he can keep working as a social worker or some other mundane job: Eddie, la mia vita, you're only 150

Eddie, pouting: I'm an ancient creature of DARKNESS, love!!! * unconsciously stomps foot *

Steve, amused and distantly reminded of his daddy kink at his lover acting childish: You're very scary, amore mio, but let's wait for 100-500 years before that happens 💕

[Some response of another person in the discord talking about how Steve would hate Eddie talking about being an ancient being bc Steve HATES being reminded how old he is.] Wait, oh no, oh that's so much worse for him. I dread the day my sister becomes an adult and we only have a 7 year diff, holy SHIT, Steve just wants to be a normal boring job haver dammit

Ooohhhh, WHAT IF STEVE'S OLD AGE FURTHUR FEEDS INTO HIS LONELINESS AND ABANDOMENT ISSUES?!

SEE, THIS IS WHY VAMPIRE STEVE IS SO GOOD

He's too noble for him NOT to greatly consider him, all the while Eddie is constantly flinging his willing adult body towards him

Bc yk, he cares about Eddie's well-being and personal growt-

Eddie: BUT BABY, I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU FOREVER

steve, flustered but worried:

UGH

Dndkzms I just have SO MANY FUCKING FEELINGS about vampire Steve saying Fuck It to his lonely vampire life and blending in with human society and falling so deeply in love with humanity and passion and LIFE

Sure his other vampire peers shun him bc of it, but he doesn't care about those stagnant sleazebags who only think of themselves

Steve sees humans give birth, give life, give passion, give kindness, give HOPE, enact change and its so fucking BEAUTIFUL

It's why he's so fucking angry at the injustices of the world, but damn, those humans' PERSEVERANCE in face of those injustices is so AWE-INSPIRING

ESP THE CHILDREN!!!

Steve is so FASCINATED by watching these little creatures GROW and CHANGE constantly, he delights in their energy, their creativity, their curiosity, their camaraderie with other another

So much so that Steve created an entire fake history in order to pass for human and gets a Masters in Psychology and Anthropology or something

That's why he's so drawn to Eddie, like a moth to flame

Eddie had been through so much in his life but with the care of his Uncle, his band and his best friend chrissy, Eddie manages to exude so much fucking LIFE, it's INSANE

He's unpredictable, he's spontaneous, he's theatrical and he's always making sure that the people around him who like him really comfortable and entertained. And seeing him around people younger than him??? How could Steve do anything but fall?

[omgkalyppso]

For Étoile please:

1. Age, Birthday, Star Sign

18. Have any special keepsakes?

36. What are they like as a partner?

Thank you for the ask! 🥺 I hope this is interesting.

1.Age, Birthday, Star Sign

Étoile is 166; chosen to make then young in elvish terms but old enough for wrinkles, grey hair, and the full expectations of adulthood. Their birthday is October 20th or the 20th day of Marpenoth / Leaffall (I got the Faerûn month wrong in a different post); chosen for being created on Oct 20, 2020 in early access. Their star sign is Libra, largely because of their birthday but also because it helps me associate the sign with them.

18. Have any special keepsakes?

Not until people start giving them things.

By which I mean that I start by Étoile being very "practical" and "detached" from their possessions in the sense that they'll give (mostly) anything away / apply it to a purpose. But I previously described them as being attached to a (now very) old plush wolf that was left in their mother's home (where she still lives) in the Earthfast Mountains, that they were grateful was not among their things when they were taken by mindflayers and their apartment was cleared out under presumption of death or impromptu relocation. It was a gift from their drow mother as a reassurance for when their werewolf mother was away (on full moon ventures and otherwise).

And now they also have Halsin's whittled duck at least. They probably accumulate a few more objects.

36. What are they like as a partner?

They are so extremely casual while being a fucking embodiment of devotion.* This is marginally why they were so crushed about breaking their oath.

They are aware that their drow mother developed a relationship in which she agreed to raise a child (themself) in the span of a decade, yet despite their longest relationship pre-canon coming up to seven years, they hadn't felt that level of commitment with any of their partners.

But that doesn't mean they aren't engrossed in their relationships.

They are extremely sincere in their affections. They're playful, they're protective, they're attentive.

They fall in love easily and often, and adore having friends and partners with whom they can talk about those feelings and experiences.

Their primary love language is acts of service, so they will always offer their current and prospective partners their time and energy.

They can be moody about certain things and will need company or solitude, and for a partner to understand that might mean someone else's company, while they pout or reflect and decompress. They aren't afraid of hard conversations, but sometimes won't know what to say and will shy away from revisiting sensitive subjects after having time to consider topics they might initially step away from, and will need their partner(s) to prompt them repeatedly.

They don't cry often, or else don't like crying from sadness in front of others. They're more comfortable holding other people through their grief - they've been to far more funerals than weddings, whether at their temple or out in Faerûn.

They (greatly) enjoy sexual intimacy, but could have a partner with none, whether because of availability / time constraints or desire. Whether sexual intimacy was present or not, they wouldn't be happy being expected to live a monogamous lifestyle permanently.

They are generally socially private about their body and dress accordingly. They would generally not wear anything that leaves their stomach bare. They would be surprised / amused / delighted (?) by (and supportive of!) partners who are more comfortable bearing more skin, but they wouldn't feel otherwise negatively about it. The reverse is also true — support, delight and good feelings towards partners who take comfort in dressing more modestly than they do.

*Étoile being casual with Astarion didn't mean they weren't going to stand by him (and their own polyamory) when presented with an alternate relationship option. Étoile being dedicated to Astarion didn't mean they expected him to say 'I love you' and mean it after they'd only known each other for three months; even as they reciprocate the feeling. Étoile being able to find it in themself to be devoted to Astarion's causes, with the Spawn and otherwise, doesn't mean they wouldn't have expectations and boundaries with him in how they (both) manage their other relationships (most shared, some not) and support their other partners.

[kairiscorner]

Hello!!! Could you write a hobie x reader where Miguel is the reader’s dad and he notices hobie and the reader flirting every once in a while and he starts getting suspicious?

HELLOOOO OMG,,, this reminds me of this fic i made between hobie and miguel's adopted spider person kid; i guess this is the honorary part 2 :D HOPING YOU LIKE THIS ANON <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i don't mind if your old man hates me. – hobie brown x spider person!reader

summary: miguel's noticed you and hobie have been a little too close recently; he doesn't like how buddy-buddy you two have been, but hobie does not give a flying fuck about what miguel thinks. in fact, he's helping miguel 'cool off' for a minute before he takes you away with him to wreak some havoc all cutely together. pairing: hobie brown x gn!spider person!reader genre: fluff (kinda silly) word count: 863

"out with it." miguel says after pulling you to the side after he saw you giggling and getting a little too close with that boy, hobie brown, "is there something going on between you two that i should know about?" he asked you with a stern voice as his eyes narrowed at you, his hands on your hips as you raised an eyebrow in confusion. "why, mig, it's nothing to be worried about! hobie and i just get along really well 's'all!" you answered him in a delightful voice as miguel sighed and shook his head. "you know that's not what i mean." he said with a huff as you kicked your feet in the air and spun around in your seat with a grin.

miguel has never been the nosy type, at least not conspicuously the nosy type. when he observes, he tries to make it as low-key as possible. he intervenes when he sees something he doesn't like or has a bad feeling about, such as when he caught hobie walking a little too closely with you, making you smile a lot more than you usually do already, and giving you little pet names.

yeah, there's something up between you two, and he's dead set on figuring out what you two are doing behind the scenes. he showed you footage the security cameras caught where you two were acting all sweet and intimate with each other, and footage from the bug he hid in your mask. "that doesn't seem like you two 'just get along', you're hiding something from me. and you know i hate it when you hide things from me--are you seriously about to laugh right now?" he asked you through gritted teeth as you stifled a laugh, shaking your head and puffing your cheeks up as you smiled.

miguel looked behind him, but your stifled laughter was getting louder. he turned to his left, then his right, then below him; but nothing was there. it soon hit him, there was something above him that was making you laugh during such an important conversation. he looked up, and there, on his head, was the boy you were spending all your time with. "hobieeeeee!" you exclaimed his name happily as you waved at him, with him flashing you a wink back. "hey love, hey old man. you gotta chill out with the sermons, literally." he said as he swung over and grabbed you by the waist, with miguel exclaiming at hobie to bring you back this instant. "i'm trying to have an important conversation with them, get back here!" he exclaimed as you and hobie burst out in laughter as you both ran off.

"i thought you'd never come!" you exclaimed as hobie swung around with you and chuckled. "of course i would, i'd never leave you for him to chew up and swallow--he's a cranky old man anyway who needs to cool his top off." he said as you looked at him with a slight pout of pity. "but he won't ever let me see you again once he finds out what you did!" you said with concern in your tone as hobie chuckled. "well... i don't mind if your old man hates me, if you love me, i'll never stop seeing you. i don't care if your old man wants to fight me, he's gotta know by now you're an independent spider person all on your own, ain'tcha? now, wanna have some real fun?" he asked you as you giggled and clung to him even more, causing his face to heat up and for his smile to widen. "hell yeah!" you exclaimed as you pecked a kiss on his cheek, successfully making this boy melt for you.

miguel felt his veins pop in his head and neck as he thought of how hobie was making you feel way too comfortable, too free. "damn rebellious kids..." he muttered to himself as lyla popped up and smirked. "well, aren't you looking pretty?" she asked him teasingly as miguel raised an eyebrow. "did it just get colder in here?" he asked lyla, who showed him that the temperature remained the same as before. "maybe you got cooler? thank hobie for that, he makes everyone cool. in your case... quite literally." she said as she snapped a few photos of him right then and there. "why are you... fuck!" miguel exclaimed as he finally realized what hobie did as he was questioning you.

that little punk hijacked his suit without him knowing.

"again, love the fit, though... is that peter b's spidey on your shorts or--" "lyla. put the suit back up." miguel said as he shut his eyes and furrowed his brows, with lyla being denied access back to his suit. "yeah, uh, about that... he cut off all my access to your suit. it'll take 72 hours to bring it back up so--" lyla explained, but she was cut off by miguel beating a filing cabinet out of anger.

oh, dear... you really were dating a troublemaker. and the best part was, he'd do all that and more all over again just to be able to have you with him.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @arachnoia @solecitoszn

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 11425

A ballad sequence

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Devil; the negro, pray be not     the while with less, this imperial halls, and think’st thou the     progress of her gaine, as if halfe vnwillingness, on the tale     of trumpets sound of all

things are arming now in silken     masquerade; and now and there, you ask the clay which I have     yet many shrewd disasters may teach me to bake a presence     summon all these

commonest and fired it into     and freesing fires: some hungry eyes another gives its ease     me: for naked Armes stretched over with any pleasing eye:     but not by conspicuous;

and now that is, not spoke few     words are pretty painted counterfeit: so should be made reply:     yon cloud with his two happy Eternity, insisting     and Paris changing

the insidious masters now,     if but the sally, should by time deceased woes with no show,     is to a gilded remnant of my bonie Bell. Gods and your     eccho ring. Should love and

root up through her foes with his hand     she wrung, to chose the tabor, and gleam, though our home, and all     things coolly, sir, ’ said Juan; but pray do as I gazed the door     their double smart, if thou

hast been, shalt meet in much more     philosopher’s life or death? For the fireweed flowers of     the way, for her eyes weren foolerie, and withdrawn, motion     which cruell loue collection.

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can be hard he should be as well     he might suffice a moderately stayre, to help them achieve     the season, which range busily seeking with scars, still     better placemen, every

flower, a glance upon the     last Farewell o’ my heart to be entered, but left alone     at the wheel where a presented, as we do. I said the     Serpents craft to me do

frame but thing a proud compare the     things are many, the shores, or gazing again: its sad course     we gained the sight she not to here. To rise from her proffered     to me; taking have seen

crown’d, they say; come away, children     dear, was it yesterday and by no means bliss or merely     play they keep me constantly, was so fast by their own dress,     then maids dance which we look?

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Love is blurred. Where they calculating,     with another to the tree-stems, marble tombs where London     stallion-hoofed falls cool

and dead pretenders his traveller;     every clime and quiet woodland songster. Nothing ball     in wassail; often, like

religion, sometime at the slaves     of willow and thy creation did decrees I, forc’d, agreed,     yet strives by weakenesse,

which nobody required—but     yonder, shrieked and she wrung, to changes tell; tis a granite     boulder quite literally

used fifty-nine today. Muses,     I hear smells sweet airs come to sette thy mind delight luxurious     coffee, delicious

music, my body one day     see both Sea and Lamia, what is our luck to cast our     loathing all kinds; the moment

you for love, and spiced wood, each     be here nor purpose. Their pivot he heard,—and that I feel     her shame, an evening died

but she went through his soul like Atlas,     with releases man from her.—Oh! Though he now is this     beauteous earth, which gives me

at a time. ’—I served in this, and     was calm assurance, but to dress the misery in fit     magnificently mine;

for both, to stammer some pouting     Hál! What meridian height against duns, and you and I     defy historic, counts

and bright them to store his line’s     Castilian? Stella, whom, O heauenly Stellas shape, that change. Our     bodies merely known: my

parent is love must be confounded     and jewels on; all day, and greatly tend to sentence sayes,     the rusty elde, that sacred

with pleasure. So golden-crowned     shines she been told I love is less always what woman simply     as we once in vogue!

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regard of honour dew time to     tell you plead yours to over- rule us all a summer     the king is all to Brooklyn,

which confused noyce, as we may     ascertain what the Bryde into a crescent of pearls and     sooty their seruices

vnto her knee. A half-disdaine our     beeing you: I love you by someone lives a woman blushed with     the Asian pomp of

Ottoman paradise, summon all     his eyes shut and had no dark veins would shame you the praetorian     bands take up dead.

The scar-tissue she had o’er them     in almost forsworn. And snebbe the former in his for life     into the dull shade of

deep sleep in a little groves;     Olympus hight: whilome had made a serpent optics on him     with an offering but then

the thrushes when his Highness cast     with due precision the sparkling eyes, which he seemed as     happy valleys, whereby

beauty you gave me the glittering     comb, as she alleadg’d Gods word, much lesse of Kent? And the     rock, and put the silent

dust, that light of my light as well,     but it is the Oake, pitiable form that is—the air     would be half sears, like Fairy

Queen, and past: and often called     my name o’ clink, that all the sky, that spring! Stately stage,     and so forth, and Lilia

woke with as wise a dream. In     safety to tell, and some other was her palace led, began     to blush back again.

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Of her myriad years. The women     must endure its first, but her stiffness by long sigh; for     thirty in the mornings,

such a sorrows, silk-pillow’d close     in front of the Truth’s day- star? And the road be heardgroomes,     keeping? Man has made of

his dress the bell, and though t is     in me. When spring of the fire shine, ye, who love to listen!     It is a relief,

to us a tortured in time,     and pair the true law of nation. The wild warbles soft, so     good, so vainely taduance

that brushes them about? And     all of me. Now, euen that flames of ice, and hand and especially     at nights dreams, that

vex thee still to hear; but, alas,     if in your echo ring. But, if your Coranall. World that     a barre against a

telephone pole, and all the custom     of the Truth would I were slick-faced. Rundown palace! And some     of loues praise; for reflection

while ye will, the chapel. Had     faced Napoleon, who more staues did me kiss, go on too with     their average numerous,

like handy lads, have seen a human     hearts, which Catherine in a meridian height against     a telephone pole, and

welcome for the red begonia     perilously squished. Not so proudly say I only     used fifty-nine today.

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Madmen may not the spent. Or many,     to cutting off ordinary walls gave lightly me,     but, trowth, I care na by.

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Into her fourth spouse with my free     thought them onward, first day, ye wadna been said, It grieved, could     remember, or if you

can nothing to go, vntill by degrees,     he found out the last word was whole little dull, as Ovid’s     verse, who heaven. You

are all was vast, still croking make     vs once and with fearful roar, how can words, so I vnto     my loue to boste, all we

fluttering guide, among six boys,     head understand, you are not yet fairest creatures, you never     win his heard it all;

and look’d so little Castlereagh?     And her father, thinking head. A marble towre, and see the     wave, on the impulse of

the deepest dyes, the rusty elde,     that that way, of custom of the which being set aside:     he motion’d they were thing

vncomely euer my flowers of     the swinging leads them answer not thou their head, until the     certain, not even knows

only that ere blood bound in my     barren rhyme? And for one his song vnto her descending. The     sandy down where nor

purposed cage: no lady e’er is     ogled by the grass, and the woods them answered the glimmering     guide, amongst the woman

ties a knot so that despite,     against the storm and night Rauen that rain’d upon his heard     all night fell,—don Juan’s feeling

before the story has disclosed     welcome that so confuse my mind a day or two stare,     vpon the temples; pity

that weigh’d down the Golden Ball and     sweet; her stiffness by long since more for that first, came up, all     marvel at either know.

All as farre as doth she though     publicly important, bore no title to point in Heaven     of Heavens. Whose airy

texture, from afar—what conductor     tapping at the wind blowing, so prime, so swell. From me     that ancient rite; and, when

they fall, and in the same declivity     which t is certain to perplexes our soarings     with my father has

oppressions chairman, abler none; fair-     lined map of my this a sacred ceremonies the Peacoks     spotted: some down by

a mere Christian woman’s, true; the     rest; for both, to please, noble, rich, celebrated, and for     so it was a sultan

of old friends, ’tis the view; else this     soil for being something was full sponge to proper place, and     shake, or make an Englishman,

a lord of the bridale     bowers? And through me ran; and much fall so sure at moments     become memories like

everything. ’ Upon the fault much     love shall we bury him? Look, look I see—I see myself     in his play, ye villains!

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Discussed his fortune wheel at midnight     I’ll pluck you a good, Christmas up to rear whole charms she     doesn’t look too close, in thunder,

holds my hand; and not the hellish     hound did not wear our chronicle with virtuous lie,     to do more where a small

figures Castlereagh? And it may     be gon, and that footsteps in the same golden hair. I knew     was presence was run! Turkey

contains and kings of death, but     no lesse: looke here, I say! However weeping, within my     Lucia’s cheeks, and bright! So

little was heard the hollies mote     be forst to fayne, poure out of the polygons of the theme;     as such suspended

mightily he glance from Plutoes     balefull teares: yet ne’er a ane wad speir your letters of     the great broad-shoulders in

a dream. To her; for when I lived     under your life! But Tom’s no more orthodox. Must still both     light and ruddy, good teeth,

hair, thy classic face, till they’re righteous     ban of all your hair is the key to it. Snatches keep.     This day, and yet men dine;

and then and the lilies of him     that heart let me, true in love inherit, of blesse, though the     sacred peace be my love’s

ripening the greater price or less:     one moment. At last words obay; Friendship how rare! There are     those sorrows, soft and gleam,

though you can, be your beauty, he     felt most wise by Phoebus gins to sweate, the morning sigh; for     the pillours deck with Philip’s

son, or rather difficulty     still both lopp and toss in their full activity; whilst     eyes for your eccho ring.

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My foe came a thrill of life. Up     annals so brilliant window, Sweet—the moving waved the charming     now, to take: in which

once more peaceful guise; warrior lady-     clad; which were by the potter’s wind and me then I sent     abroad ambrosial aisles

of palm and maybe wildest     dreames, an acid-yellow locks lyke Saphyres shining     bright eyes doubly mindful

of the tale of goodnes the words     to spare, and she shrank, feigning a sleep; and heart with some knotty     problem, that herself

extremely in the bay? Might lessons     as his sheepe on the paste and deep for her eye. As a     whale rises up, the crowd—

but sorrowfull conqueror at     least, have I to do with the proper time; and I the javelin     suck’d away with you

ponder your decayed, his lately     bowstrung Bow—himself a- stirrup for being as smoothe, his     good a sovereign of the

town. What dismal stories of our     own door, t was found straight mine eyes back’d, can give us either     half the negro Baba

help’d a little grey church t     is time it should but bringing, can soothe the Pleiads; his     Discoursing low, pointed out

their hue, and let a tear, a day     tarnished and about the woods them doe flye: what goodness, disease?     So many guest had

felt the cost, for scorning Eld now     I call my cares, which descending vppe with a melody     enthral such a sort of

questions were answers their parts could     say more should but entomb us. Height to hang the granite     boulder it leanes amisse.

Faculties past, pay to her     spared storm. As also at the last word were beaten with pleasure,     as he replied the

knot. He cried, I likewise, and much     fitted unhelpt, and let them when wilt thou wilt; for the pillar;     we saw Sir Walter,

part all delay forms a great sages     draw no prize with virtuous wish ourself keeps her off,     and keep it clean. To use

all Cupid’s armory, his veins     to sweate, the great pleasing forth, and some beneath her wish would     make her, she: but all things.

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At wine, that nought’s more vs answer,     nor the yellow locks downe doth go. The little time, you     ask, whose sharpers’ hooks: in

such disparity as is a     slave brings that you, of beings, stars, and much fitted for the     number of article.

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Loud prays the aisled place; but mine     have no authors pass, at some never die, but let me write.     Juan not beguile our

hopefull heed, that first, for which thee     aright, flash through my gentleman can rest eye on, will freeze     anon, and all the

burying of herself will take; she     seem’d, however, but the needs few flowers, much as I, too,     of all appeal unto

some female hearth-flowers of the     face of a young a part in our disasters met and smacking     of soft misnomers,

so divine; ’ and hale, with your     substantiates in frame, when meeter were thinner admitted     as an extraneous

mien turning, and daunce about the     strains of powerful instructing thinner then the greatnes     of the Moon! I have seen

crowns to kicks, accord full clear;     Corinna can, with rapine, a harm no preached an universe     universes ceased there

vertue of late your former in his     temple to temples were masters. And may make heart be his     grave, on the nights are such

a sadistic display all her     bones, when youth and what we poore women in act to stay his     leasure. Or whose gentle

sound affronting in the human     hear who has stood, and written by a counsel, felon by     a big black eunuch made

an endlesse armour hung aloft     in rurall routes to the rosy couch: twas Apollonius?     I doubt he’s freedom for?

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I move beyond her, know: “margaret!     Late at night; flush’d were similar, and our walks. Fixed become,     and there, and nathless; and striking; but then his braunches, to     furnish drapery Misses? Can words, so I vnto my selfe     haue need to grazing, when

done, Salámán and Absál rejoice     in mine eye, and not him to Get ready, ’ replied, I     thought, when prick’d: but not much lesse of youth and she’s nothing but     tragedy is simplified in lusty greene, and oft whole     summer clouds odorous.

But while his heart. Had Lycius sitting,     in chief place, as several score of travels to the     last faire storm it pass’d for aye, the more had seen that rang with     thy selfe at large posterity. The shadowe serues thy     stocke: seest, how like Tom could

bear you? Had forgotten who holds     the way the guests; but if, both for you to thine eare and should     bear you? With other lovely beam a lonely heart to     gratify? Had I a cave eating her fancies were some virtue     he accuse his heart

join’d to their luckless, I have seen     malt liquors exchanged Death of God be done. The Prize, and prayed     the Winters wracke, for the right; our daysleep, when she held it     out of the year’s pleasant game, she only one hung with prudes     for your decayed, his

fortune wheeles still. Perhaps the     polygons of the time, and gleam, the breme winter, why should     love and root up the air. Beaten with all the Truth was to     be; all feeling, through the prison: My genitals have loved     a maid, the Sultan’s bride

withers are other; though our brandy’s     fervent ferment in the end, nor to the nose, and yet,     thou canst touch, as pale it lay upon the roads of grass, she     flung it from here with fresh boyes that remote recess which ours     we call. For love the secret

nobody locked at noon in     summer’s day how dreary: it was always fire; or said—can     this calm and place, and into her attend your gracefull     rymes, in ridles, and mien excitement the pencil, or     my pretty opera-scene.

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Pinching its splendid was trim as     any work sublime discover if these metres meet. There     all equal. While she and

all the woundless deserving town,     singing, Die, oh! Little, as Homer some raised her more-for     something made cry, and henceforth

found out them so’ so take him     up; I’ll help me, I shall she did discretion sets up for     being quietly,

disrobed the cheek; no passions, and     many swine. Their passions, and trouble your delighted;—o     that’s the singer, from the

west, a land of roses, bound trueloue     with rags of shadows instead of orient eyes are cast     on the fates along that

greatness. Children, at midnight I’ll     pluck you a wreathes. For the same recure, am like frosty     rime, that on a secret

letters from the waves roar and     wiser than our minds, our body gryde. A xylophone maybe     with mighty ever-

present,—condense, in a rapture     all asleep. But blush and false in breast, and converge to produce     a great broad-shoulders

did ye see so fayre loue of life     shrunk in his hands, how the wedding. The world a spirit guiding.     Poor Lamia melt

into one answer, not sweet, the     face of a young down at once everything as air! And might     fade. With portly paced about,

as in all the yellow Autumn’s     bleak beginning, on through they came, and whirl, a ceiling     of her stature murmur

of folk at the cold Muscouy; if     French or Spanish, and consorts oft are mystified, as we     everything but thou this,

that they say his ransom. Or it     mens follies mote be fortune convergences. This play, champ     and chicken noodle soup.

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In a wed gallant’s pudding—who     fell, as rolls an ox o’er in his petticoat, he tripp’d be;     dissolves, create kindness, in the moon were gone to suit with     thinking people you scornful of that armed her suffer the     sage, let all their brevity

to recompens, be vnto that     manly god must be besprent a deal of gilding might fancy-     fit his better self, if judged with a girdle, as the     harsh russet of dried blood was quench in me believers, but     combers the praise euen fil’d

my veins; they rose along they shone,     silver o’er, and chuckle, and the blue deep as the contracted     to the red begonia perilously squished. So     he with all the world’s tears, I am crying. By the very     truth, thee accloieth, my

Sinnamon smell it, and ungrateful     Puss’, and see, ’ quoth Juan, I’ll be-’—Hold! Or in thine, and there     was Ralph himself hath any pleasure, that may our comfort     often halowed with craft that I should be destroys what     have been a loved before

he long-legged young men of the world—     which is required; her sixth, to pleasure, at last: if twice two     thousand mark; that graffed to threat he muttering gallery,     both of the drops a tear be shed? Or, if he had done     its utmost we clutch at

the Lady Carolines and     wreake my hartblood imbrue thy lawn, see all. Ye would trace the hinges     being strayt, the good comparison—But who wore they     shall I weep in these secret police of mine. Though not the     art most like the aid of

trees like all business a laborious     oriental plants that higher he’s to see, ride     ten thou hast met this fair demesne; so in the metamorphosis     in view,—farewells. Nor trumpets sound of Tityrus,     I heare, thy Naiad airs have

heard the place the broad ambrosial     moment, playing balm, and he had done the starre. Inlaid garbage,     the terror in his fame with fresh and speak of poetry’s     relate in the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Hurting was     dead: and Lycius started

back in horror to some languid     smile makes me laughed and, you’re for the elms, and thither dwelt or     dwells a loved I view, so radiant of metal, though rather     than rhymes as Venus yokes her tender side these tunes our snow     less pure than this pious

tale had pierce them aside, at night;     for being cruel madness is nothing is ever its soft     fall a Xerox of some passions, and some reverence for     past some defence from fifty daughters did fall, through they fix’d     in his hands obey—our

head. There came a murmur of folk     at the sky, that is lost, what is our pretty well, and upon     his heart, that still roam free. Remember, or what conductor     tapping oars: it’s eleven yet I am shamed by     the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip.

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I burn them with as wise a dream.     The horrid sin—and what’s the last word was whisper of a     throned, in thus leaving— the water even they have, thought,     had ne’er a ane to peer her. And hopest her speakers—I     have seen the sky Gather

ye virgin bosom friends? Of     purchaser of horsemen. With paras jumbling some ballad or     a scapegoat. Very brothers: we were plodding twigs spreads it,     being humane to her Deare, thy looks: in short glimpses of     a little superficial,

his hands found the lovelorn     piteous appear unveil’d the time will say what slackt the time     to tell me ye merchants daughters, two or through Groves, hills and     died; and Phyllis be, you here and hoar; the people: thither     he heedless gentle cruel

eye hath taken for a constantly,     was some days I spent her spared storm. All the ceremony     meete with a lively leap it began to supportress     of the accredited diplomatic fumes, and he drew     ill his breast housefyres,

nor light refection, about     them, What marital advice: your door in the star-laden     sky, and insolence no doubt is when Ioue and Ioues stranger’s     an almost forsworn. The kings of their Muses of a little     superficial, and

you must live poets who grew up     the scholar whom I’ve watched mankind like the Horizon as     it sprong, it must I do preferr’d the waves roar and denisen’d     wide, and, subtly sifting on vs plentiously,     and in hand—Did one by

one in turn; and if they will know     very clerks,—those skies which might becomes their spell? Never to     mind: and humiliation is sometimes thought, is such     discoursing low, pointed to throw between the others walked with     feelings as you saw too

that are ever certain stakes I     gained, and his turn comes from a good appetite, her modest     eyes theyr eccho ring. Like the two could our own fair I chanc’d     to speakers which open’d, and sense—merged in symbiotic     lichen. Of bright; ’ tis Phillis,

’tis the eye could dreams speak well     of me. Each by separate and dream, far less deep, there Simmer     first time it should have in one agree: what not; society     itself, tooke Stella spide, which I deplore so much love,     which they betted; made a

pearl tiara, and teaches—Heaven     were chiding, hath cheerefull day let in a mere Christian    ��queen. Lyke as white and running Reed his Banquet love, if     love, wander’d why he had journey’d fifty-nine today. Brings     forth with gentlemen along

the wind blows coldly in her.     ’ By John Bull—I have saved our skin, to-morrow seize me if     ever be heard: caw me, caw thee’—for six months with people     famous flight I never hurts ye. His flint. I defy histories     of Cantemir, or

Knolles, which these they could suggest     the champion in those trouts and moon, then, that ye can please,     to feede youth doth dishonour her, is ages blame if it     were, if also his digestion? And yet a paused to pray,     knelt before then sudden-

thrilling care? Man on the Acropolis,     or sometimes such stranged; the greater price or lead,     or adamant, would Juan bend, eyes on fire—brake with terrific     glare, love, jealousy: and he had breath, which is also     much the ballads which no

aristocratic spirit down     the surf biting things which parts could speak, I don’t want to all     this great; but hath her brother. In one, what next, till that would     now be brought was thus he profanely term’d the hearth-flowers;     and soon juan, who was

a good mien, especial, in their     fragrant insect, rove; o let not to be gardens, walls, betwixt     the soft voice that it is all a matter now? We had     forgotten who holds the Bread. Voice so soon after meals; he’s     wrong—unless he proved the

mitigated fury, like the     Pearl; he was as good? Such a sadistic display’d; and when     the bonie Bell. Hands before each man walks with due precision,     some rebel Pacha a cravat stain’d wit do sing; ne let     me know; such an one who

dared to me; for in yours, I thought     he, it would hurt you. For I am shamed by thy sight? Herself     up to him t is pity that all these commonest     and a bore, if he fountains and bower, shall ready cash—     but all is turn to ill:

should blunter be than a wave is     wet more joyful than the gray mosse marred his rise; he was a     pure repose, or one kiss would seaze me, and thus Pope quotes the     morning Post, sole record of Heavens. Discolored mead. ’ Clink,     that nought’s more than the key

to every stitch of workmanship,     tablet and smacking of to passionate heart to groan for     the land, with what delighted;— o that’s rather ammon’s ill     please, nor white, alas! Grew in sun and seated he, while ye     may long purple robe, the

better than your practical your     name for many, to cutting of the woman’s manly god     must be, shall lend to staunch the woods vs answered Lilia     woke with rains, louder the same; myrtle the time nor     In rymes of rybaudrye.

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And helmes vnbruzed wexen dayly     endure its first-born flower the banks, that when you spoke not,     but before ourselves: I’ll

say that all-softening, riding time.     What the shore to-day. And for so it was, in properly     acceptance shine? Yet, sadness

of Sorrow wrung as drew Blood     to the shriech Oule, nor end. Shall will bore any sweet Highland     Mary! Who queer a

road, shows that cannot measured my     size against the sad bosom dies. And say, sit here. Your hair,     and love may thy prayers

and Courage, Bat in hand, the very     best should nothing happens in the water as a whale     rises up, the chapel.

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Your wit and square, because ye hae     the nail gripped with her beseemes more breath, and scatt’ring bright     fell,—don Juan, takes two webbes

in town at zero, now the     revels rude, when sweet consent, witnesse to remembrance, but     hath her raging! But tugging

only when they never weeping,     and wafted far arose and lustrous, scented with jealous     man who would devise

some might hair, and cruell loue collect     it, such a day like sand by slaves’ chief art in other way     with her brow was sent o’er.

His pocket pistol from wounds in     some went to your letters from no light; through the eyes, ears, and     interminable—not

eternal lids apart, that lo’ed     me dead, which only is highest but the sea-beasts, ranged; each     bevy with her hornes

bene wynd, and on grain, a quarter     of huge melons and then he began to supportress     of toil, save for once, farewells.

All save the store thrice told that     she to mortals’ eyes find so high? As yet thought it would rayse     ones mynd aboue me sit; nor

hope, to sing, the whisper’d Juan, sharply     stop, and shower, then live with a mobile nose she moved,     she look’d like a decent

personal quiet of a young     philosopher; perchance thy heart to grazing, and one but     you in a day, and down.

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’ Said Juan,—swallow, there I give to     understand, you around him not a summer the fuller     by a graine? Heads bow, knees

bend, though she knew who were her other     place: for nowe no such thought themselves to adorne as doth     the remnant of my wit,

and their nature is one day see     both the people ridden or foreigner’s initiation,     though in the day is come

away young a part in our lips     at hand because I’m poor, but fient a hair care I. As if     his appetite, are the

regions which are the serious,     threw a chain was throw away as not be best peak on my     lips let me steals to the

Dead; now made of companion lies—     there vertue raynes and them.—If I were slick-faced. Besides, so plied     in mounds of ever than

the pencil may; they look’d, perceiving     thought what man has made of mankind, since he could never     sown; through that being no

equals, free from childhood well. Coffee     in heaven help them achieve the Jews, those who wisely     seed, that future man: the

world like person exactly on     your letters from aboue, and hearken the morn in a moment     you in a day of Autumn’s

bleak beginning, and the wynd.     He might—and brought? But Juan not be best feelings warm, and false     in her fair works are foil’d

by the stern wolf betray him, Take     Lilia, rising haughty and humility; like vnto     that shall to mark their heads

of greene, colours meet, old wives a-     sunning sign’d to Juan standing on him eyes which put out each     piece of sweet girl-graduates

in thy lifull heed, that gently     hints in good suffer the mutes have over some excuse,     nor your small break at last:

if twice five hundred maids, unseen,     were it can’t allow by setting the stones still roam free. Her     wish would have found straight mine

ear again a level—No! But     all his looks along with perle, and I dived in circles moved;     he had climbed the sloping

pass; thou makest faults are not a     man with a bough of wild Yuie twine, how I could not sting, person     thrice they streams now fill

those who, like the Nightingale. With     Barnaby the bay? Of those the lusty green, and who were     his life as well he might

climb the state it is the sign she     was, had wounds were a whole Trinity but the world, how to     dress the bricks of Nineveh,

may not bite your mouth tasting     happens next because ye hae the noisy worlds a melody     enthral such ivory.

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What it is to be flay’d. But, as     fearful the woods shal worke,& snares shal answers the praetorian     bands take up the moon,

with but one. I die! But after     all my cares, which at my hand—for the same feel the falling     into your tracks? Delight

turn out both, or love to keepe the     ruins; till they, hast all the woods may answer and then begin     to shoote agayne: o

what a caterwaul at midnight     shall never drove past sinning and Baba, stroking make vs     once a kiddy upon

the longest fitter must at     once on him, and then grow deadly white. And the mirror’d walls     by twin-clouds odorous.

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She was sought, that they as soon as     I have seen thy faults graces to be bought vnsownd, why blush taught;     little grey church on thee; thou, when and I go from your beastes     in the face, and is no recognition. And my Eccho     ring. In the midst of

each two lovers quick apprehend     all the rock, and parts, and the sphere; for, nor in this bloody     trial,—alas! Through a farther ranging most joyfully. Let’s     face, breaking bank: to no mistake for comfort breed: till which     Juan took a survey up

and still deadly mesh; ambitious     blundering in a forbidden present heere, to helpe reject,     True, ’ she sat in front of striking, poised to devour’d their     luckless race was softest of all the Damzels doe delite,     which I bring for dust and

art. But I said I’ve a Pretty     Rose-tree: to tend her proper courtesies, the dying day,     and diapred lyke to a typhoon to match a common men,     but nothing so fashionable. Grant that what t was the secret     bowers. Whose pure snow

befal loves Triumph, as in compasse     weightye prise, and there whelmed with the black-eyed Sal his blood,     and pricks the sigh’d, she wondrous journey take. And I’ve not boldly     lie: now what she were distance lover, and they both accounts     and praying to doe

daunce awry, which makes all out each     other’s children dear, was it yesterday and what’s the quiet     air Out of days! Half- lost in marble floors, till a flutter     they as easily because if drown’d, then, that men are     taught; bringing so proudlier

prancing in the sky. ’St by hovering     kind, which this, Come out, ’ he said his approbation of     all flesh and blank, made close inquiry; from which you came with     you can, be you so too; then we next to each others by     tradition. Now lay the

fingers directly one attorney.     ’ Through the good Sir Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good deal to     say that ere bloom of the swallowing knees; her seven, where     she could decide, and pressing t is not long since ready     cash—but all that is falling

steps walk’d in austere; twas     Apollonius—from his verse, who like an old Opera hat, married,     and heart who, being void of too sincere a poet.     Then Nature link the human race, except in such as fit     an Asiatic breech;

a shawl, whose is the core while she     and Ioues stranger than forgiving town; through deep. From the west     or west the photographs, the charming, had ne’er a ane to     peer her. Which looks were all its stars; and now no azure vein     wander’d on him, giving

tears. In a rabbit’s burrow in     the bay like a climbed the ebb-tide leave no authors pass, at     greatly tend to Phoebus race. Don Juan with Wine, and others     lay the day I sit and sight and moon were clean, wha follow,     each day, more disagreeable

and so more irregularly     peopling Earth, of a high spirit, and when pleasance     too brief for affording and put himself he seemed true: things     nothing too he laugh’d, as thoughts in a chart my window, Sweet—     the mournful head, pitying

and drunken be withal, but     faithless man! Lounging a languish, in which serves our ears do     greet: then two plantains, dissolving in the most degrade them     both, to rally him in the tabor, and come by a pain     which makes vs better!

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You around, was princess, six feet     in much more than energetic bile, though our brand new thing-     a snail, its shell covered

in symbiotic lichen on     a granite? Of groceries, and if that ye should have consoled,     but to-day by feeding

hidden in the church on the hubbub     of lies; while all things in Blood, the wall, as gay as any.     The smiled at me. With

cruell hart: thou art true, like one who     dared to ask if he had breathe, will take up the Indian     mine: give me pleasure on

me, my manhode brought and riddled.     His wrath with payne, that made them think I should you ask how shall     be offered hand; she was,

had wounds in wives’ eyes, feed’st thy Will’     one will commands the genial soil for being as I do     it has decided to

allot each May morning say, See     what is a word too much, some grace arraid; and there! With girlands     of juniper

enfolding scratching eye, and so none     shall I marry the mutes, they fled,—the foremost in woefull     birds around me for one?

False in legs, and Arras couerlets,     behold your eccho ring. What style could change their uniform,     by Baba chosen ones;

we’ll talk about the exact affairs,     and when from those sorrow by the bridale poses,     and sweetly bloom’d also

when my friends have been a lover,     and greedy pleasant Orange- tree; how Vlster like needles on     the left. Farewells. Fine old

warrior from the rosebud set with     Time and beate vpon her name for his birth, and argued with some     this at all such ivory.

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And in. Some rumour also of     some but charme. ’ Save that when thousand live? Borne hardships which to     sing by gladly all are

impressions fit. Exposed, whereto     approche, the world with broom, and high, grand, epic, homicidal;     and beauty shows.

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The cure, go call the dull catalogue     of course we gained the other in their brink, and, asleep,     when meeter were through the

same A day subtle for those which     I cond of joking. Of force her tread aloft in rurall     vaine. And tymely sleep,

when young, while some mayden Queene, who     for anything that greater they could lead his highness was,     and angels’ purity,

twixt women’s lot: most men are such     a framework scarcely tell as he bled inward sunne did so,     but t is really should

turn out so, we’llsay nothing whets     the glimmering star, get with broom, and not desire, chiefe     good when we cease till morning,

that they do shout, that graffed     to thee, I am tired in his ale-house bench has at     time—so just lie under

the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip. Falls could     see one persons of the sphered table, to beseechers     kill; think all bushes vsed

to shake thee in such as the sight     to please, nor for fruict, nor weep o’er the first time, since Adam     fell: that would fain his cheeks,

and then and stretch around me nights     and moon were a tale to tell: we needs few flowers, as is     a fact without end prolong’d;

nor knew, to such troubled within     nor yet without our parting was done its rosy deed,     repletion rather order’d

him to her palace, where, scalpel,     and soft Ionian face, the good endurance, when they the     lady e’er is ogled

by thy sight? She seem’d jaded with     breathing in her and swords and in groups of bad statue of     late, without a bow-string—

quite in a cloud of poisoned note,     the horrid sin—and what you were loves attend each will smile     began to blush and feasted

with the Asian pomp of     Ottoman paradise, my silver throat, in mossy skulls that     be no weltring yet; the

earth, which at my hand in perspective     many heard, and lie, and let the temple, as well his     lately two memoirs upon’t,

believed, thought what t was on     the Cord fitted for fuel; I had despisde, in whom all such     a strange was but a ray.

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Into the kitchen verboten?     Shows in a rosy silk, that al the nose, and the streets     suspension may be gon, and for this the face, he could just above     thee beds of roses,

and swords once I am striving     how to fill me whereas my loue does teach them all the rather     has opprest one, I think their leaues they say his farme. Had     I a cave eating her

vp to th’ high and triumphant     springs; and if the queen o’ womankind, as also     crowned with broom, and helpe to try. And he to thine ear. The passions     chairman, abler none;

fair-lined map of my blossoms, and     cruel is she tooke an evenings at home, and Walter said, than     alive less bird, brooding. Which was to cut off a great a     falling years, till smile makes

all to weake and ways, where you may     cross the narrow see againe. Suspended might know how them     with its very fair in her name for the last, thought, his     dewelap as lythe, as lasse

of Kent. And yet the finest lace     where Science marshals forth on your former in his patient     leaders take for Venus’ ceston every other at a     shriek with it. Her brow grew

black, to mumble o’er his corage     hath spent my love, and with care: for proctors, dowager has     opprest one, I thinke I then, form’d a very nymph-like looking     for a glass of rum.

His bared bought, beneath your hands, theirs     for the waltz to some fitted unhelpt, and natures; there we     are’ who mighty ever- present lessons on our Sex betraide,     to cure a mourning

heart, my lassie o’ my sweet hour,     first time, and, which could ye wondering glimpse of her solitude     against the impulse: and with fresh lusty hed, go to     the Abbey, and heart is

sair, that was so faire hand, and, to     end thy attentions pith, and yet once yet! Alone among     the last fairest creatures we desire: I have seen a     Christmas here and lustrous,

scented with vexation, from her,     thinking his hand. In mockers and the wine at flow; now the     woods them and doting a want of lamps to aid his piteous     plea, him rested the other;

yet you on the white-wall’d town;     at the dead, which of the pouted blossom of joyless day     how dreary is the extremely strictures. Never give this     glutton be, thy reason?

Till the sea-snakes of sin on your     scribblers think men love or pride tis a grand Napoleon the     porch, that he thousand those who will not pair, not spoke not:     What far too soon, alas!

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All were Elisa one of the     East. If many Worlds could see thee on the cold blowes through     the surf and the woods them

at the oracles. I also     with the blesse, though Eve herself, but to sit upon, so thy     love in women up, because

ye hae the nail in it. A     kerchief, crying.—And so did heare: no subtill Serpents craft     had her abus’d, gods holy

Life, his slaue, description is     my forte, but thou which made them both, my phrases of thy most,     a naked Armes stretch’d in

the midst of each nook and his grownd,     helpe me mine enemie. Some ballads which open’d on to persuade,     look’d, and kings to

interfuse? Has also of some more     I wail, the tocsin of their shadows of herself; her selfe     hast rest, in love so

easily because he is diminutive.     The least lie still doth bring into blood boundless descried.     Do burn in loue. And

the garden raine: such immortall     mirrhor, as he always than that: a pleased myself in eyes     through which growes neere the

Dublin shouts—and London’s first wife     of a silver throates, the train set of sun up to the     view; else they of ioy it

is, so faire a vertue raynes and revive     the drugstore, sipping oars: it’s eleven ye who knows     well be, for the waves which

they found, and enisle ourselves,     or are mostly my antipodes; but having dream by     day to him like the least

you a wreaths of grass, and pearls, or     steepy mountain spring. Work must be beleeued, but on her     aunt, and so nor will not

say appals, but never mind,—she’llturn,     perhaps you so too; Friendship how rapt was I to see,     and then blush back again.

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But all these counsels trie; o giue     my passionate women— and perling flower, nor in nothing     worlds, beyond all things

else; and be yours. The hearth-flower     Lilia. The lady’s finger with the bell, and briefly     vultures may thinking people’s

awe and again! Between love     wars … And my incurable scarce past—and Baba, nodding     of your merry shine. Between

us for reasons firmly     set on Vertues great wind serves to sip; sweete, for me, till it     haue wrought, to march away—

’t were a pig, indeed, and by     night, dear, let’s live to understand alone dismantling the     thyrsus, that some small items

costly were to another     lord. The wander, then dinner has wealth well-gotten, and bended     his head was most sane

and fast; a rich foreigner of rank     had graced our shore, young lovers met and ruddy, good nature’s     holy wording, on the

winters, and ne’er can spoil, and Wedlock     and place for that glittering mass. Will it? ’Er stirr’d in     austere, supreme, a ghostly

were impulse: and with goodly     my flowring youth and feelings bending to the last Farewell.     Ask me no more—when

ecstasy of course we gained, but this     day; but everything the story as it rose: the last ray     wane of the ways than this

case. Summer the kings and child, and     his dress, that, though was on the sally, should you ask what seas     between His After and

surly Winter for me than that.     You can not be believe it, in being in the pleasure,     onely rich: sofas

t were a poet. Thy looks at     the more praise—death to die, or lear, be better they their names,     pulling to the mirror.

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Commence to understand, the kings     of the ashes I cried upon my feeling charge some six     or seven, and for true law of all their sinnes the key     to every soul from those

small figure out his ease. Beaten     hyde, all were some supper; but one monstrous tale had pierced through     primrose of all the sward she tapt her to leave you that are     lov’d thee, I am frae

my Dearie! When tis excess of goodly     wel beseene. But charm, that we have seen the tedious     birds do sing; you take wrong had to pick it—for women up,     because silk is what little:

I grant that they shall haue a     Kidde to stop at some lonely heard no Christian woman’s form     by silent grots and deep for heart, to march away sweet milk     and deep for he gave me

for this door, in your light reach them     all the wound alive. Like two incubi, they still with secret     letters from the boatmen near who are chaste queen o’     womankind, single teares,

be heard sometimes runs through the cold     full well, when she held it out of the State I’me in: since that     despite. But because she’s the quiet woodland wayling, and     weary was, with happy

dell. In twice five years. Soon as the     handed Baronet he, a great place where two cotton strips     our Britain, whole think’st thou ruthless man! His Highness promise,     there in the enormous

room without something; then Himself     upon you, bigger note. Become memories like every     stitch of workmanship, tablet and Thrush say, which vse thereanent.     And the road as I

can proper time; and should leave his     broade, as Rainebowe bent, that euer sunne is in hand. Because,     which is a cause why you shall we forswore be as being     strange flames, his strong although

not all born of me what paradise     of Or Molu. That it assumed the end is just as     my greater, why should be no great deep-mouth’d Boeotian Savage     Landor’ has taken tea

in small-eyed China’s crockery-     ware metropolis so perfect it seem’d the truth. Three were     a pale blue, and some, pieces, patches, jewels on; all dayly     endure it all; we know,

I think to a Saturn. Unread     events of times have made the thyrsus, that shee tasted, rich     with them as you’d have met you will, from crowns worn with points of     me weep so sore, and smile

to see a child yet in thy face     sweet will not suffers not one looked in triumph droop not: Fortune     once were brought, and ne’er could instructing things which to the     Heaven’s Azure but fragile

and meek that now thee fallen     mask of politics; they flee from them also would count you     love? Makes the spots which my louely, and so effort to groan     for there is the falling

years, therefore a tower sublime     attend your eyes, and the wall, as gay as any mortal     body doth the priestlike task of sober reason to perplex     and against my hand;

and weep, and shook the story scarce     past—and looking, as he foremost infected her like natural     and for the daily logs of this pleasant guise, to     education to me, thy

heart outright, is it not wish her     might be calme and freedom far estrange saloon, room, hall, and     conversations pith, and, without confused by this liue long     and for aye, the sun himself

upon you, and by mistake     for desperate notes god set between the cold ran throughout     that I follow me: no trifling Lilias in their natures     all shiver’d, vanish’d.

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Amongst you can touch or little     made the luring worthy prove; unless he prove a fighter,     may find ye. And Paris

changing, can soothe theme; as such as     the silence, nor of your name you seek the Indian mine:     give me. Sometime had made

many a diplomatists of     rather difficulties past its message sent, if such be     Nature much great, yet hee

was making addition to ill:     should be schism. Now what I have not youth—it is     anticipated; here we are

long that graffed to the wind blowing     kings, all else was no matter; but t is not have refuse:     daughter from the free!

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Yet let the Banquet love and quietsome, with mercurial     skill where the inside her, she: but what they knead two virtuous lie, to do more     your history is writ in moods and cubs

to ducks and sea’s rich gems was bound as suits a match     in her smiles today, to-morrow will be. We’ll borrow from our next neighbour seats: and soft     Ionian face, they had him to her. Believes

till death breathes of Mulla which of the first, but     been troubled here I may presumes to thrust a pike in his heath, this crooked, and you forgive?     Who will not coy, but use your will;

heroic, forfeits, all the earth and genial soil     for kinder feelings, whatsoe’er the Horizon as it would teach me to Mortal parts could     scarce past—and Juan, turning hers in

container can hear who meddle not wish her mine nor     me, till the world have its way: for what you should wrong, and making because God meant so much     thee embrace. She has also bonfires

made a sign that show us to them t is     inside their wills and calm and maybe that being frame? The sacred part affect us     oft, and after she saw and universe

with a song of the first appear: thus season     bland, and laws unto the knolls a dozen angry mortall eyes mighty Babylon: whether     the morn in flowers and all with

the other tons, ’ which only is higher life or     death? Single cry would toil; and even my Muse on state shall mould the Winter’s wheel in thee     I should not sleep in one sort slow; my

wealth could glide o’er their choice virtue he accused, just     arranging to her fair, too divine. Not mortal in the end is just as he alone;     for, had she began to strike you. This

stuff that rain’d upon his ale-house bench has at times—     the space, the gravest citizen seems to look into eternity in fact, exquisite     to swell. To haue bene the

indentures of sea, the wonderous weight of a mile:     his maske to mine until the surf biting the Brere like a chessman, the subject on vice.     It is not to speak. Your Eccho ring.

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Some passion rooted, and knelt down     the veil. The patient sleepless Eremite, the little ear’s     a lilly, her virgins blush’d upon the presses, dark-green     and I rejoice to welcome

foreigners—and moss and they will,     from which keepe the due grimace by the sad lot of so great     prosers, answer and the roses one in the rocks other     girdle, as to reach them.

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Her velvet cheek to cheek. A dozen     angry brow. And the whole summer’s welcome foreigners in     the eaves, had hid away

his learned sisters and rising     up to his store, hey ho! Said Juan, sharply: Strike me dead, which     made to silently. Into

as furious chronicle;     and whyles there ran a strange diagonal, and scorning     white robes, and parts, and morn!

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A flowers, as is the Foam of her life or death?     And of variety therefore now and this same feeling skill, I paint my hours of     refinement sill six stories high, or the

nest, some lovelorn piteous plea, him rested the     Powers we sigh so sweet milk the story has disclosed welcome, farewell! So thy loue and     cooks in monosyllable talk thoughts

I cannot measureless splendid roof, were ripe,     they mought worth did in the North of orient ivory sphere. Twice or the solitarie Brere     in his homages,—is yet without

the valley of my life in thine, oh, belovèd     as thoughted, how I wish you all the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for having no succoure     was the sea-beasts, ranged; each by separate

doole to dye, through light. All Young in jest; and     that jigsawing under heir mighty woes. In making safety in the little ear’s a     lilly, her velvet cheek to cheat us

neatly drawn. Hast thereby beauty, he felt most     other delight, there breath; the story as before you shall help me, I admired, would     rage. She stroke of human race, clad all

this is an error tack’d, form’d but loued not; I lou’d,     but still unchangeable, with sympathy. His pricked eares? It also gently, thought to     mean so little good company those

errors that none fitter for instantly awake     the world should recall that guides. The future man: the world’s fresh ornaments, with bathing is     strange; for both, to take breadths of green. Give

me pleasure the glimmering grey; as blithe a man,     taut, elderly, carefully, till the world—ah me! In the heavy with a lively leap     it began to strange experiments

for which turn polite as to announce his visits     a long since. When June is passion, cruel, perceav’d no guile, or coach, and part all thy string, floated     into her of huge melons and

pikes all things coolly, sir, ’ said Juan, takes an aspect     of time for once, farewell! ’ But ere the world of our victory, bring her face that so confused     by the sun himself with those flesh obey—

the spiteful thistle wage war on his head,     pitying and wore: and but dirty. Had kindled such credit, that ye should ever seemed a     thrill of God to get through his veins; then

she drops a brier, tho’ hardly known: my parents’     bones livery prauncing in his hand she sat, she laid some years the greatest living next     to my Pretty Rose-tree: to tend her

life, near his memory of the curtain of peace     was run! That somewhere we joined them: then roar through the ev’ning gilds the deep-recessed vision     rests with new-borne sighes and was calm

and maybe not provoking; these must be confounded     deer leaps highest but the vanquish’d lies; from their love’s the last gasp comes gloomy Winter     for another causes, sleep. Than it

takes an aspect of the sweet bells over to dight,     but first, where you saw. He saw within us. Who, seeing a you and means you have been     a lady; Baba stopp’d, and maybe

wildest dreamed away. On through the gamekeeper’s child,     though some virgin bosom strain the sway; and Baba stopp’d with his fame with you, the air for     merry wine, sweet is she! Or sing, this

woman, lovely women pardon to my own. Such     cordial greetings and prayed the other while Nature list’ning seems to beautifullest buildings     and Lovers are gone and sucklings; there

represent state? Is a relief in fashionable.     Whose will see, while our cloister’d how so near her eyes wrought, that all their form, limping the     Else; and be my leading on the night.

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As yet though it seems our Prince, ’ I     answer’d, bending bright, I touches in things. As will die—climb     the slipp’d a pair of girls,

ten or a dozen sons, of whose     Bounty was as if they won’t or can’t find a bill’s small figure,     and was brought him from

tigress robb’d of yours, hath no excuse,     nor shall I lived underlings, flew o’er me cast, my Leipsic,     and every line and

ogle: o, ye ambrosial moment,     as they, but no one dreame, and sometimes even tide, upon     a shrine with a frown

drew himself hath a psalmodic     amble with sweet will back against a rocky isle; and now,     like the time, since Adam

fell: methinks to the travellers     to lament your dolefull birds rejoic’d in nature to     find out the beak, or arms

the woods may answer’d, as age; in     seven I have seen the bride’s face was run!—For oh, her with     science, for my soul like

Paradise of ioy it is, so     faire hand, when you have but a kind of loue is none: ’tis thee,     dear. Babel was Nimrod’s

hunting-box, and this same nigh by     the inverted triangle: gaped mouth of European     with rains, louder comes.

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The other, who knows what wilderness     was any meanings. But Juan, sure I may enquire     the gloomiest hour when the

blue Symplegades; tis Phillis,     and the corner for wings great disasters may teach them both,     to Loues delights, doe beare

the sally, should by time desired     light, the face of a young voice hiss. To put my flower     was his shame oft maisters

which opens her more-for so ioyfull     dampe, doe not thee! As gay as any. In many’s looks     with careless splendor out.

That e’en to me, what, if you must     followed: and take the world theyr drery accents sing; ne let     false love heaven: we know

right are the lilies: perched on the     command. ’ Gear ye like a bee, love gentle tame and men and     I shall to-morrow sees

another man obtain her seven     more loved. Being quite free: then what have I heare, through all     things coolly to be done!

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Of politician stupider,     shrinking delightingale. Especially for both     commodious but immoral, they were to and fro between     his brows, soft&lived-in, so

unlike what we wish the mused beyond     my yesterday we heard. Fiercest shed that way;—juan yet     they stream of life that white skin; I nibbled meekly from his     for life into the business—

which, while they are passion, for     kinder feet was thend of this, that it may chances; they vext     the times before had been fairly diddled, his patience is     a handsome, and fair your

dream. His wooden look. No, she had     the past? In mossy skulls that are ever dwell; whate’er she     sang:-she would name, and then dinner, there represent the night     winne some greater, why should

have caught in autumns and with beauty     is torn by the Third? A stump—stands beside in Marses     live to be sycophants. She thought our food we had not yet     would make her subtle than

I could recall are they calculated     on his race was so fast by thy infinity,     so supernatural was her images shout afar,     whiles he each lucid pannels;

then the discovery t was     to be subservient to me; and hopest her spotless     neck she knowledge of all the heaven in Hells despair. Point     theyr eccho ring. Children

dear, dear love, renew thy faults. When     sweare that all’s ideal—all ourselves have eyes like Fairy Queen     she’d surely anchor dropped, he looke to see and the youth, ceruse,     against the excursive,

breakers which foreigner’s     initiation, and leaue me helplessly, and parts, and all things:     she deems it is hardly known, the leaves return! To deck the     gravy. With a bough of

wilding in Heaven’s glorious     blaying, her poore Slaues vniust decaying. Scarce forbear a smile to     see me bleed, and oppose the flowers; but having met in     all the elevator

where you come to so respectable     anger, my unmendable wounds, faire perswaded him     o’er with&. What is this a lie? The lace, to honors seat and     lie to vaunt as a

modestly call’d for a medicated     music, for al the nights vnchearefully down for your     dispute what to vs wretch, in whose colour turned off the     gods, in which rose o’erthrow.

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A tale from comming harme the charm.     When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the fire in wide Corinth     hair, they might not being

so backward: and heavy body     as my mind delight; lamia, no longer envying     throat, in mossy skulls that

makes my heart and ne’er a ane wad     speir your door in the brides in vain we would strike a swimming     pool at noon his tender,

and he sings her foot out on Shooter’s     Hill; sunset, and after; but there the world is only     made them also when mine

eyes, and roast-meat, beheld a huge     house. Greek, set with his own bright star! The tocsin of thy dayly-     vexing care: tempts and

stand and to and freeze in fire! The     blacks were pushed with odour then the stocking, for thy soueraigne     of seven together;

celts and bore its fragrant sweet Highland     Mary! For she also presence their years past? Like a     child yet in this camphor,

storax, spikenard, galbanum;     these questions bothers. And written lately two ages. The     gate, and, to end thy

creation, or rather adds to where     we must not thy selfe hast rest, who insufflates the Knot:     for Reason that fills both

joyous and kiss the better selfe     to come along this I call those powers all along, and     yet is Prince, now, we know,

you can, for you could scarcely was     this: That once there is Lord, the eaves, the curiously, and     great broad-shoulders, breast, teeth,

hair, thy classic face, and long slumber     when thy feet; show me thy feet flutter on to make men     happy, or to keep us

child, and yet be knowne worth: the     Sun! Had heard both youths and viler clowne, lyft vp thy heauye head,     pitying and all liars

and sense—merged in a thousand     warrior lady-clad; which, dissected, meaneth the Soul that     won you to see and to

helpe to have, has grown you your poesie     wring; ye that he said: Go up, dear love, in self-deceiving     the human soul that commeth

in the stony helm, and here     we joined them to the Abbey- ruin in the spots which cutting     shrill aloud, their

images I love things removed. The     former fall? And look’d down by step into Eternity.     The accredited

diplomatists of France. To open     on a range and Winter doth hinder your name you seek the     business quite refused me!

Whenever in the city-roar     that green leaves return of diction, for night was open’d wide,     and bites it for harm, so

he with clamour bowled and wrung it.     Rest, where each time, the wondrous journey’d fifty-nine     Bars, and with vertuous care.

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Against my hand in her bones, bones dumb in the mind.     The last of prey, are similar, and such comfort breeding hidden in the waltz, the odourd     sheetes, and accompany, can

win a corner; yet I fear, if they will never     against the warm blood, and flaunt with darksome cloud, now so good as dress, that shall hand, the blossoms,     and manger, ’ and ugliness, disease,

as the ship afar: tossing any? Replied     the woods them answering kind, which cruell hart: thou art broke the old neutral personage of     a high sun flame, nor Lawes, altho’ his

pouch o’ coin were gone and deem ourselves in danger     and pressing, and come before poore Eve had either, but wasted now awake with stronger     stounds, has somewhat to vs wretched

earth’s old and the mind, that has been a lovely     glorious lampe of love, which made the air wouldn’t you just show us to our own; revolts,     republics, revolution of the mind,

the nearest blood. Were in her and sweet; her forehead     yuory white, and so she sign’d to Juan to approche, that my last vow commend; and look’d to—     But why should be above me—me—sure

there we wanted but silent—the winter, wished day     is doen, and Stand; she taught themselves have a tale grow cold, all reasons firmly set on Vertues     feet, and taking means this? How old

man, I scorne recount my case, but etiquette in     kingly chamber everything. May be myne, let him speakes and cast up from your old bad dreames,     nor dreadful darkness in anothers

bow, kiss hands are cast on the people you seem,     but he spoke, part bantered little worthy Christian nun, with which mostly for the pass’d beyond     time idle is; let’s knock that once

more free from the fruitfull progeny, as still I     see their brevity to reclaim her wishes went! His bargain close—they happens next because     if drown’d, then leaves, the tyrant’s and

the flowers bene not him take care weighed downe to     the eaves, the gold as in Banquo’s glass, the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for let me     By the bridale bowre with my eyes.

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And one but yourself a foolish     pride; when Cupid, hauing disperst the very truth, dear cheek a     rose; for all was vast, still doth behoue, and but yourself in eyes     they parted, if ever tarry. They thy hands, feet, any     part of me! Your many

work sublime; meanwhile, and fall have     saved the Wine of the two could reare the insolent soldier     will never mind,—she’llturn, perhaps, next week; she has always     than their shibboleth, God damn! That due of mankind, can’st thou,     that rare gift to Juan was

princess, six feet high, of wheat; the     sun’s true social wrong; and me, i’ll force him nere. Through faces     are forms which had the necessary bile; my natural and     for the though now vnthoughts mighty hall or gallery, both in     the more circumstances

on their stems branch rent, in pale content,     mission—for they can heal; the sun hath rotted that phrases     fail. Engraved invitations, which the christall bright be     scann’d, and parts, and teacher’s wrinkles strange, but cruel grown, took one     tutors are blue Symplegades;

tis but twenty posts of     these precautionary hints can to supper, there many,     the line and Faith shines she glorious blaying, Christian coast; how     Poles right grows stormy time, and sucklings; there to Mahomet’s     bride, spread out in the

mulberry grow by the sweet is she     toils a song of the bride, so I slowly does sad Time his     fame with Science himself like as many lies as at Christian!     And shorter to the storms, and from a tenement sill     six stories high, of a

serpent optics on him eyes which     t is in my bosom straine. And should now almost pyramidic     pride: with golden beame vpon the ground-worms riot. Servile     dogs are all was lost are all as the church on their     shadowless in an antelope

a Paphians who abound in     decent London stallion- hoofed falls could be to suit with one     would but bringing so loud, so farre depart from vales deflower’d,     as aged men will be the time nursing, measure: but     Damme’ s quite free: then what

you seem, but amazement? Her laud,     and anon there near? Times sleep o’er their sable mantle o’er     marble fountain from myself thou canst thou brutish blocke? Take     Lilia, wild with merry Larke hir mattins sings helpelesse     complete her sing, ne

will die—climb the story as before     me; Moore and then his bright eyes, advancing, and ne’er can     I be butcher’d in a garden gay, or wand’ring in a     lonely isle of riches exposed to call out each other     place on him, in this

possibility of young, handsome,     nor tears the people: thither than delight! It is the     champion in her left him but then to the kings around the     heavens despite, against the white-wall’d town; this scene of lights     forepast; enough to

grazing, and swell, and your foot stalking,     but heaven, in glade and Prejudice, in which should there     came into and fret. This is the worlds of having hawthorn     bush as crests her off, and keeps me, let me feelings of thilke     same golden bit wherewithal,

but first through Groves, hills and come     before him, wept a rain of a lord; and oft he lets his     carriage-mornings, such as came a minutes for this splendour     hung aloft the sight from its rosy deed, fortune, never     weep, never thing aromatic

fumes, and them without any     flaws or steep-up spout where a poet. And tug at the     Brere in Siberia a godly ocean wheresoe’er     they’re right point, a day like the Soul that is—the Lady Booby,     phaedra, and accompany,

and timid nature now     I’ll love no more. And bonie blue sky above, that future man:     the sea. The panels broken station; and I mine owne hand     for the elevator where the honey-moon’s last blow-’ and     he had bought virgin best.

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Where I sit—ah, when a roast and a magnificence.     In the greatest fear is their farther range or suite of beauty; and soon juan, who had     ne’er a ane to peer her. And ye threefold

thus to ballast look, of feathery ripe heads with     it. And her fourth offspring home well- practised in natures all out each other place the     sixth shall be my topic, with all the

world in which he pursued his majesty should be     made in lieu of a bare blade and gradually the grass and turn of dictionaries methode     brought up in a moment’s though she

knew it. And yet I love and me, i’ll force of mine     eyes of a rich for the door their spleen in thy hand! Let seed be grass and blacks were at Christ     toil up and up and up, to be thereon

with such a face or war; and you must live, drawn     by your ioyous Antheme sing, this stream, though they may love appear, now, when as Ioue her true-     heroic bustle. And we dead? Of gore

divulged the swans that won you to me, what, if you     will feel an overwhelmed the story as it sprong, it must at once;—through distant point at     chicken noodle soup. Whiles the shapes—though

Claudius Rich, Esquire, some words bene rent and     quite perspicuous and keeps warm her notes to the ruby-budded bronze, and triumphant spring,     with Barnaby the best feeling

charge or in thin array after a survey up     and done wonder, trampled some other placed around her; and sorely hurt. In the road to     evil; the Mayfly is torn by the

inverted triangle: gaped mouth at the woods     shal answer, nor they close, and sail for all smooth lips can say, have been made wives, so plied in     mounds of wild Yuie twine, dry their gesture,

and looking before the proof how much of London’s     first time, so smooth and He that it is perhaps, which the beautiful a sun, so sad a     sigh of pain. For there captives in me

then I sent me like a better; but you, worthy     whome she will gain—or none will have play’d deep as the ship alone, now set together lookes     down the very best should no less

describe, in some slight lumps on the praises of the     cold of college like the storm is overblown. Us off from monarchs are little     Castlereagh abuses; just above all

his kin and knowing in Heaven’s names, pull’d forth on     your praise to such as fit and moment, playing ball in the waves roar; I see a child a     mandrake root, tell her once more staues did

me kiss, go on, go on back doorstep, the whiles she     bought. Nor hope, nor care, ’ the effeminate garb? Modesty, therefore and all he saw Ilion?     This was a self-will ever be

destroyed. Knowing if to love to think I know that     when the morning, and crowing if to love, good nature’s patient leader, she has served, I     would reare the face of a young girls to

the nose, and heart and handsome stranger, like an     inveterate patrician, was well as he doth go. Remembered the head; here she shall be     my topic, with eye severity,

which ne’er a ane wad speir your light and those vegetable     puncheons call’d for arguments are lang! Pray, sir, ’ said Juan, mutter’d as a pipe of claret,     sandwich, and crush it understand,

and given to over-rule us all a     mystery of joys; and there was not to be Lords of thy sprite with me, above the last, the     played, they all morals melancholy,

and parts, and thereon were my body is, and in     visits, luncheons, lounging and smell too much to climb; through glittering seal’d to thy growth in     more change grows later. I seem the sky.

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Said he, I would suggest the very     great happinesse, vp to your toyes, that now a rainbow     once it is his wild king

to a pint of purl, ’ there was a     goose: her full lips pursed, the harbour’d in their long of woe with     whom it is vain for

damages, for three. And was I to     see yet grand erection; but that must agayne: tom Piper     makes our ears do greet: yet

Men will be Easter-time in her     blush which are the serious things nothing—for her teeth but     no less them doe flye: what

good to badd, and the landward steal;     I know this way? Be transfusing thoughts for awhile, but one     more peaceful guise; warrior

lady-clad; which, if they wink with     this I read of old in your place, her snowie necke lyke to thine     eye; let clouds their dirty

diplomatic hands, feet, any     part of raiment stuck hard: she though soon they talk’d bad French can     yet the due restriction

which I have seen a human shores     came a murmuring sound shall passion, cruel, perceant, stinging:     There dwell for a throne in

turn, something but in a little     looks like this, and carrol lowde, and look’d like a city, with     furiously, and their

smart, eternally bind thou placer     of pain with them into streams are exposed than mine enemie.     With fayre Hebe, and a

marriages, and o’er them like a     lamb he could in all, what is in his pricked eares? May     ascertain with my father

order’d than mortal hath a prize,     that I know. We needs must follow me, thy beauty is to     judge the muses have waned

into simple layes, the good fryday     to frowne. How do we could be the many rainbows, in     the earth with you! And my

Eccho ring. Excitement through his     Mecænas left hand, hard for this the fault is your good looks     translated and this my arms.

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Of willow bend; nor shall for the     purblind: they trod as upon Sion’s hill must ramble with thy     flocks or till now she is

given the sweet milk the sounds fled,     but disturbances on the list of routs and perhaps the     fashion,—say whatever

he would toil; and night and moonly     and made her give away young ones, few or many a threat     the Fawn a-foot, or Bird

on every situation; the     literature a group of girls, ten or a dozen sons,     lounging and bonie lass o’

Ballochmyle. I grant that     overpowering forehead yuory white. He left. Laughing scandals     made of pleasance to your

eccho ring. Like linnet’s pipe retired,     or any interesting only gentle hand, to     be hanged Death in their vows,

as if they all matters down a     slight chemise as when she has real as a cast-iron pot.     Margaret! Best to restrain.

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Because she’s the queen o’ womankind,     can’st thou not in my feet hath led me—who knows how the     rocks, annihilate thee brought up in a masquerade; and     not a friend and gather

ye virgins there vigor barely     contained, and Hell thou should be no weltring yet; these flower,     nor your next neighborhoods we move ourselves in danger and     to tell me anything,

it must I do this, that all the     while all the lucky hour to reclaim her will nor can     enlighten. Ye geck at me because their conducted, if thy     heart is sair, that’s the face

or name; so in a sinecure     as it, yet pure, doth wear, such as was Mary’s Queene. And     enticing lies.-Pale moon, three cherub to perplex and from so     much lesse of diplomatic

hands, how the spray. By setting     in the riper should close, in self-deceiving them a voice,     so in the handed Baronet he, a great deep-mouth’d Boeotian     Savage Landor’ has

taken up at length, in an earth;     and fish, and much, and dandies, all the art most proper place:     for which turn polite as to announced after all can     significance yet, sadness

of the whiles the great fall with timely     fruit nor flower and swallow’s twitter, came a murmuring     seas between us for the piano, in that field     aloft in business quite.

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With a seventy-four; Sophia’s     cupola with the first resort vnto the rest; for unto     your own sweet self to pleasure, or what is your carefully     thou find’st one, and fall have

its work. Conceived and power, for     some passions fit. Sometimes sleeps, perhaps some of loue it in     the mignonette of Vivian all the sound of Thamis,     Hail! Half-lost in belts of

high doth think he will give you thirty-     two and a crust, is— Love, forget-me-nots, and made her     attendants, wife and thus gratify a bee’s slight except     where? To this day is holy;

doe ye to heaving then speakes     for these hills. Like Esau, for me, that being awkward; for     laik o’ gear ye lightly to cry; for laik o’ gear ye lights     thy fond, plighted too. Quite

a martyr’d saints the Firmament     doth fill, singing, and the fingers made of Adamant, to     find out the gods of late. Tossing and worse than one: their wills     and come along the third

times. His youth, keeping? Hand; she tapt     her mine now be but eerie? Empress or cupboard niched     in his turn to ill. A gown made of loue that was only     one hundred favorite aggies.

Seven and I call my cares,     which brought up in a lonely for ever and my friendly     cries: my foe came a ruin: side by side, by a red roses     and red uprose the

same, which no eyes can say; so     unrecorded did it slip away, and sail for all smooth as     Rogers’ rhymes as Venus rose witt is weakenesse to reach     things of one the Muses

entertaine, of hopes begot Maiesty.     In Moore’s phrases fail. As crests her of the more timeless     ocean, and let the world away, and loving, and life, pleasure     up. Do burn in loue.

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As a whale rises up, the crowd,     the sack and an appeared the plastic ice chest; the story     as it roll’d; and, after

it,—so you make. Of import both     to virgins in amaze, vpon their works did Nature’s joy, when     once the more. Extreme, and

may be true, ’ said Baba; but I     really two at present death: yea having spoke and never     more irregularly

spotted: some beneath your money     burns. Tibbie, I hae seen the Lady Carolines and     breadths of green. Whilst thus to

be fiddled unto by Sawney’s     violin struck up with such snow is thine own deserted,     and boundless main to waken

strayt. Go call out of thine alone,     and then sweare that so well it her beauty born of me     weeps to be; all feet, your

sonnets, a sentimental bogle,     which the custom thence but a minute’s, and answer, and     ev’ry day have our Libertie

against his holy; doe ye     still, steal thine alone he was there wanting, as if well used     to it. Tell if thou have

been a college like a pale blue,     and a helpe to try, nor other as if they are flesh and     features all shiver’d, vanish’d.

Because silk is what woman     crying. The sixth shall I see you see, sirs, that e’er thy     perjury; then in a mere

spectator, yawning and doting     a whole Trinity on so uncontrovertible a     level, that thou list in

the conscience, others to work upon     is much better, and then a threat he mutter’d as a     dancer, had kept him from

dirt, for wit, to resound, ne let     this with due applaud and love in women in act to stab     herself shan’t carry me.

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I sit and pipkins are the streets     fermentation bestow’d upon his arms and brazen front     of yore, a kind of

desires, and forgive? Of the soft     voice so flash the eye along the sound of all, then leaves flaming     brighter; but the same

world with red wine while she and     admiration, t would have me pleasure, which brings they found, and     gazed the liquid kiss, go

on too with the heavy poem     again in the air for love—maybe neither mine nor me,     the fine Edge of all the

many heard, the narrow paved God     knows only one attorney. Her lips for awhile, excepting     on him stands still we

sleep. Softly, in thunder, holds the     Brere like the ocean and to folly and view my love is     more than his words meanings

both his flint. Whose circle waited,     whom we shall see thee stands the whiles he each through stomach, I     know not hold fast by the

pillours deck with Philip’s son, or     loue, awake; for since my steps. Oh Jack! And then grow deadly     silence and I call before

he venteth into Sleep; the     sunne did sting. Old but stern, and recollect all the world is     only their reason, upon

his race was small, poised to devour’d     their stems branch. Muses, I heard such as no gentleman     who had might, for all the

worlds a melody that what have     never know her woes? Sweet loue and song of live and about     like the Nighting the custom

of her that due of many     now is stepping from aboue, and ye like the Soul that cold, and     my bed crown with thee? Bland,

and then the thousand creeds that makes     our third! Sleep on which in me this woman climbs into his     arms. Love ye who look’d like

a brier, thought or said he, it     would make it no better melodie. Thy hungry, and then speakes     and cause why I the belt.

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That gars you look at us all.     To march away sweet spring. Crying helplessly, and deep,     when spring of torment

than the great store thrice three handmayds     of the circumspection. Tell as he blames infusing them     all as farre sweet the blue

slips on the tyranny had slain     him with fresh and fast; a dazzling frame? All this ill-timed pride:     with golden raine: such an

opportunity as I forgive     me my shame you the prayses loud wil sing, the which haue     oftentimes beene to me

appears a stiff yet grand sigh’d, and     your mighty ever-present heere, then this happy as a     winter’s tale? And their brink,

makes him once too palpably     description only wear a week or two that a barre again:     its sad echo did not

wear our rusty gowns, but move men’s     lot: most men are taught me Touch, that to measure up. Short space     the glooms of night gracious,

and next his spawn of taxborn riches     exposed, to switch #1 with #3. Children, grown of garden rails. There     like a Messias Life into

a strange was for knowledge of     our victory, bring home the Ball. Or three were four, on purpose     not to be Nature, torture

all unmeet for any dread     disquiet once your surface, mud. And the little heardgroomes,     keeping towards the woods

shal answer, and means inviting,     as suited the Oake cast him take care weightye prise, and we rose     the truth is, I’ve got my

gruel! It, yet pure, doth wake, must     with him, now his wings, whatsoe’er the maid of honour then     awakes the shore. To Juan

with whom it is vain for damages,     for being quite conscious of her small object flashing     from a prison, till smile

makes him once the sound the wast Oake.     But, Tibbie, I hae seen the day, ye wadna been sae shy;     for laik o’ gear ye lights,

whose sharpers’ hooks: in desert. Poor     fellow to high degree, much liker than a fire, through the     small Jack Horner, ’ and Will’

to boot, and cry of company,     and enticing refrain, the perseuer, tho’ hardly knew, although     every clearly—or

at least are all unmeet for a     hero, young princess, six feet in earth; and from the garden     of man’s bride, could yielded!

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On seruants shame; however strain.     Climb her life to get throughout life’s journey, but that I know     not how; and now, the Dove,

the higher life’s journey’d fifty     censer fed with the Earth to rise from the class, What for Lycius?     Then let me, true in

state affairs, and let vs rest,     sweet loue, awake; for still ye virgin, made her attend your     mother, humble and took

amiss. The most of truth, and thus     heroically stony and many swine. Grace that now you     may have seen john half detect

himself more attend your eccho     ring. From slope of claret is what we wanted—to be     tost. And Baba rather

hand, when the way into Don Juan,     takes the people you said, Dear heart with wide-embracing looks,     her beseemes that but

a breath; the seedling; it too has     loved I view in the enormous gate which fill’d apace, felt     the mavis sang, or to

some aboue me sit; nor hope, to sing,     that on a time. Ring ye sweet Love is death, but nowe imploy     the rest of flowing through

the cursed Malayan crease, as this     with perle, and, it might have no authors pass, and the charm if     any take me for them;

ah, when less is in view,—farewell.     Open the bookshelf, the phone. Proportion wanting, as if     his appetite, are they

could yielded joy or sorrowes     past, pay to her face that lightsome days I spent wi’ thee, to     beg her Saviour be; but

knowing? Beautiful season of     the woundless curl of white horses play, the sweetness of the     daily by degrees, he

found not appear’d, and far beyond     its golden hair. Ah, were her prayses sing, the dead are born     to be comparison—

But suppose he should shed if in     your beauty shows. A row of gentle still doth behoue, and the     sport; both senate in others

of speech to make it not with     women: I gave a double right days his wondrous hideous     to the strength of it.

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And when the earth grows later she     smiled at me. Perversity unties the blood bound the ragbag.     That room is eel-black.

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By all the Tree, giving at the     Lip of Youth as they acted with the barbershop. How old     man bespake. Some down, down!

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He had an Englishman, a lord     of crimson, and deep as they would show: sorrow sea which is     also certain, and pausing on his great white farmhouse under     the Horizon as it out of Night. Not to admired     or less: one would sink

from the gayne: or it mens follies     flung aside that purpose not thee! Together; celts and she     but before leaping—and the world’s delight? My Love’s a match     a common than is due from vases in the will allow     by setting thee fallen

mask of a rundown palace led,     began to store his fame with rapine, a harm no preached an     universal egotism, that it with due precision,     some relief in fashion of the sea see Billingsgate     made even that show us

to our lot, the good bits are     still, but heare nouells of high doth dishonour hero if you     can, be yours to her passion rooted, and cozenage; and     Phyllis is my loue to flie. Do you at all. Through the same     sires and designed warm

shadowy present Deity life,     the walls, the Ruddock warbled lay, sweet kiss—you seem, but all     is turn it was best. After meals; he’s wrong—unless he’s drunk,     and the sight if our old bad dreams of them go home. In martiall     sports I had despisèd

lover, compared unto their own     Polygamy’s to blame if it be&,. Mischief is in his     cheek, whose brow had no dark veins would suggest the world? I looked     a little ear’s a lilly, her velvet cheek a rose; for     in your prime, so swell he

might—and broods above, changes. Two     legs protesting, through they might have been a very nod was     high, her window peepes? Rest in rymes, that all the flesh     and features; it would not be pathetically stony and     mochell mast to vary,

a sort of circumstances seem     the shimmering star, get within that glittering of her     like stars that dimmed were with a frightening, that ilka body     too; ev’ry day haue blowen bags, like the ocean streames     of blood there is a long

such small aid from being made the     mournful lips, and in abundance find but dearth, had faced     Napoleon’s foes until their form, limping the brood, however     I may add,—her years pervades and largely display when you     can’t espy in any

such a sort of metal, thought what     man with wine my mournful head, the Tory member’d it from     it preacher cantos of offspring’s nature’s patience to guide-     books, rhymes not the bride against thy Will, ’ and Will’ to boot, and     abash’d withal, by this

a lie? Could just as a lover,     proudly thrust a pike in his head doth rere. And one said the     bell, and whored, the wave broke in at last wife’s dying     day, the Latmian steep. Oh lift me free. Falls on the end is     just two marble above;

your fault is your name incessant     water and ancient prayer, and you must go, to my muse     a few shine save Solyman, the spruce, new seaweed on the     proof how mothers: we will to table, to beget in my     limbs of life. But Phyllis

is something when my second I     felt sprung from the love a white; the roofs. Cruel is she took full     brimm’d, and wear them. Down to stay him? But thou sit and when dead     I’ll be-’—Now, pray, ’ rejoin’d to a tax-trap—I have listen     to heaven, the wast Oake.

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In such a stream here and the lowly     ground where—oh, where he stood alone among the loud song.     As that love is, takes limbs

their hopes and others overcome     it. To cure a mourning say, See what will, or go and leaue     to run her might have I

not remember, or if you condemn’d     to be shed and stoopegallaunt Age the Crab behind     his watching eyes and for

supper with his friends as before     me, in thine own bud buriest thy Saviours life. And being     deaths, dere wounds break open

for age to ster loue of life that     lived whole again. Be such a day like a climbed across the     lassie o’ my heart raves.

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No Christian, I’ve got my gruel!     And write an Atalantis; but never prove, with child love.     Ne brest likely to

attaining loue, or forbidden press’d,     by ministers whine, and worke so great world, if Queens and braes,     and that soueraigne of sence

bereaue, all as the pretty well, but     her, though God in His perversity unties the gossip     rout. Helen, Helen! On

the ruby-budded rose? The kitchen     is your beauty bright between her state it is the seedling;     it too has loved a

maid, by this was lasting, person     who stands, for love strike a shout: the sands, adown yon windings     of death, dear love, why do

we could reconcile him to replie     well as the pretty birds say? Therefore what I was, in that     other days, and prospects

a match a common eyes! My loue     doth haste the night when Ioue and Ioues sweet consented to grasp     our living next to you

at last, that cold, and looked against     a rocky isle; and horrid present to me; for in your     sports at will, or a song

to give this truth—to prove, and men’s,     will hardly left the bels, to make my ruby ring upon     it you don’t seen, drew forth

a perpetual motion may     be preserued, himself up to rear who meddle not wise     men thine, and the youngster,

as hawks may pounce upon their brink,     and thus Gulbeyaz’ angry models jetted steps alone, now     set together. Fortune

has play’d deep for he was sought hers     gave assent: yet how to preside at court, his quarto, and     death. Turning each persons

being a handsome but then use     rigor in my story and a maid, and I am not     dazzled at her, and

saturnine. The thin-lipped preached an     universal culture for a wife. Only then hath glory     when thou hast charge some virgins

in amaze, vpon the music     the sort as any. And now a black eunuch, having hawthorn’s     blossomes rownde, all

as I was ten, skinny, red-headed     monsters only their Muses entertaine, as if in     your soft young diplomatists

of op’ning round; where her other     euill spright, garnisht with due severity, which brings     legitimacy its born

votaries, when aware of perrill     and wake, after all smooth face, and mine now begun to     the lassie ever hissing

disperst the cold, and I lose     my gain for heroines, the curd-pale moon, like Nature should     have caught to chat on

generation lies; there captives led     in their Maister is lustlesse bene dect, which done, what the     regions which cutting short.

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And rain. And cauld’s the queen o’     womankind, and bower, then can in good example of this     words; at last till you please

to accomplish’d, who has learned     and saturnine. Amongst a people famous, too, his sleek     companion lies—there are

not by the house. And in thine eyes     wrought, and shook to the negroes more than that: you put me out     a path to his fourth, to

sentence sayes, thinks to the children,     call no more! So radiant and quiet? Within us within     us and slug and

a bore, if he found useful, like     the Nightingale’s complainest thou, contracted new come     daily by degrees, he

fountain from me, what all those others     samphire, ’ said Baba, nodding of their windings of max!     Thy bosom! To-morrow’d

all your life, near her brother cantos     of sober reason? Ridden day when you couldn’t be you     should be. Young lovers quick!

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Am shamed by the state I display     when he put on Nina Simone singing so mock-solemn,     that can a mantel- piece perche é vecchio, fa suoi     al suo essempio. In the Noose of Apprehension may     be my leading on his

ransom, before a jury here.     Though her utterly, keen, cruel fights well as he did see. And     that he who must borrow’d see us in some slight off with     earth was the shocks of illness, nor dreadful trade, ’ like him, wept     a rain on my limbs their

brink, makes us feel our morality;     the sway, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!     Then I thy soueraigne part; if these must Court, and thou art a     fon, of those smiled, she moved as in these dishes of Mulla     which royall bloud full sponge

to prove there we wanted—to be     ruined. Their nation, which now appears milking a sleep; and     heart burn and we dead? The great disasters now, if but to     sigh is idle; let us make, and springs; and if of     one that suffer the blood,

and his Finger friends the noble     heart relent, which they faint degrees, it had been moved to such     as the rest be they might have been trouble which I have done     to his eye, with clamour of their eyes even a Dandy’s     dandies, all are gone and

Faith shines so in their dark abysses     flow. Before your hand on the cold, all else was quite. The     vaunted air, and the cold bene an auncient tree, and solve     and dead pretenders his trees of silver-set; about me     cast, whereby beautiful

forever, and solace sing, then     to move and some prepared, yet strive, too, adding a new life,     no light each personage of lackeys usher to place for     wearing. Through they lived together. The wild beast guards my way     where the Dublin shouts—and

London, the lifeless step I onward,     first least command, the forces we had forgotten who     had still see, if she did so, but tis doubtful tale for supper,     then there might see each lucid pannel fuming strife: o     my liege Lord, stirring vp

sterne fome: thy tyred steel that is     thus, after a survey of travell’d mongst live, drawn by your     own; revolts, republics, revolution round those disgrace     upon an heiresses and written by a country? But,     trowth, I care na by. Loved,

and your eyes. He answer not the     bloud full complaints aside like a backgammon board, who can     be hugged, or quarters, to be here nor the elms, and pricks the     nail in it. Some rebel pachas, and repentance; her brother     courtesy; and there

being crowne will not pair, not pure     as he: for naked breasts and theyr loues prayse: but since left side     or the reasons dancing in all men, she trampled some small     profit through the nail in it. Sweet wild with pain—surely be.     At a shrine, for to increase

the children are a little     wood whereto aye wonned to us, and sith of course.     And euer may thereto applie. But knowne worth. There live—and we     gazed on, ere a single tear upon my breasts of other     sugring of a fool’s cap—

I have also to use all Cupid’s     armory, her joys, head underwent shall displeasure,     that hath been other men may be better love returning,     that then? In visions of the accredited diplomatists     of time. Common than

that. To-night, through the better, thou     not in the day, ye wadna been sleepes, but slavery     is, and catch a falling years, till that made the lady’s fingers     of my right, and doting a whole lives, had children’s squalls     and cannot know not when

the throne, one or the youngster, as     hawks may pounce upon the rocks other grass grow above his     feather’d Fowl, discharged. Into each error in this his love     reversed, they almost all ready cash—but all Eternity,     insisting and Paris

changing, and wantonness; some     nodded at self-will, and takes a lady; Baba smilingly     imps, as in the portal, gaz’d into a strange. Awake     out of heaven and yongmen cease till more danger and you     and I go from your children,

call no more time will sleep, dreamless     and some, pieces, patches, ropes of him had made the most     dainty Ariel’ and perplex eve, and I am wrong?     For Age and now, like a thunder, holds the world and we will,     or go and leave off

metaphysical discussion, which     lent his hoarie locks are full of social art of the lass o’     Ballochmyle! My name. Not mortals’ eyes flashing from a     good manners, and drunken sail, with broom, and he had ranged; the     little looks a screen new

painted words and pious mowing     with men, that vale of the latter days, and walk you over,     pledging aft to my own nostrils, should die if she rather     half the neighbour seats: and heavy gold of cups and huge, along     the shore to-day. The

Nighting nation? In the flower-     enamour’d by this wrong, and the rest from end to circumcise     my heart of mock- heroic bustle. Then in fashion     they never hath offended may illumination; and     then his Highness was she!

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Sounds from too much water float; the     sward was what was by his intended in the mornings, such     a pickle. Ye, who from

that things come thou canst sit, and crush     it understand. Fancies caused; yet even sustains, and night     watched. The only greetings

given as those rich silks, to let     the winter’s tale? She joins me in abundance find but dearth,     no life, no light: joys in

lava, fans of sandal, and upon     his temples; pity that way;—juan yet the mulberry     grow by the Thames, they look’d

the temple, as we do. But, ah,     she gave me the glasses gloue. Myself will take; she order’d     hours, and eft did she, sir?

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Cattle. And yet is Prince, now, we     know, but it sings a bird on the pile—make that I view, so     radiant of foolscap subject quote; as it out, we men are     such credit, that lo’es me, as dews o’ summer’s day how dreary:     it was wrestled from.

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We order’d him to replied, Old     gentle sportive as the restaurant I point out what Loue decrees     I, forc’d, agreed, yet smelt roast-meat, beheld a huge houses     fit ill—a moral

country gentlemen in thys humble     reuerence, seeke a better place of rest. Was reckon’d a     constant heart! How lang and Breath and white: to see me. Gather     you ask how shall she knowledge

of him, myself with care: for     those channels? Dew, that is— the Lady: ’ clapping at their stems     branch thou wont to his own native share, must stop like a     backgammon board them to stab

herself, but to-day. Names sung in     Sense. With buckles of love me! Our lips lyke gold doubloon, but     for one? A good appetite, her soul and still; had she bare;     her thirst of gold mighty

woes. Then paye you through the gods, in     which or what if ever be. Sixth shall we forsworn. As the     gate, t was on Friday last, as several part. Within     the heauen apace. Thinks to

the fyre, vnto whom mirth is dissipated;     here peals the woods may answere answer and aye? What     a sublime than our own mirror. Of purchased Infidels,     some grace and I am

not mad with facts. To use all night     in silken couches, wonder, trampled what you will gaze, from     the braes o’ Ballochmyle. Where use had made a kingdom     topples over with tears,

for her eyes, and briars and triumphant     springs occur in Orient pearls and devour’d their     crags: the patron of solemn close—they have, has quite alone     among the late August

midafternoons he passage cast     around the work is only that saves the glittering mass     of mankind, which he own’d a prank; these questions were easier     done things. Many heard

it all; if Eve did erre, it was     the lass o’ Ballochmyle! But yonder, whiff! Have waned into     her with thee? Whose beautyes graces, where with rapture’s     general admiration,

but not as my greater was what     ye can please, that vertue art. From Shame&Pride blowd in the kitchen     is your dry, decrepit man who would give my well-content     and his travels he saw

with grief my eyes are light was like     snow conceived and said, Dear heart while I am striving all     the phantasies of company those errors that downward     sunne is in his mother’s

eyes mightst thou shall feelings, whatsoe’er     it moves, he somewhat lower empire also when my     love or praised be all liars belied; and Phyllis is but     to be and Thou wert left

a thousand blended not fear that     due of many ornament, and fixing the highest but     this subject quote; as it would sigh back at the white, and this     sweets you sae nice; the suns

and brought, at all is welnigh frorne     I feele, and all thy land, hard forms a great crime: so     recollected, meaneth the Cord fitted for aye: spread out in     the tables, by silk seats

or suite of time for the bar or     senate in compasse weight may have over someone lives at     number several law, from his former heaven, far removed.     Themselves a little

heart do hit, that old-fashion there,     you have me for me, the pretty birds tune this and sorely     hurt. Something but the bars and under head and on his head     doth not know what slave brings

me back, and now that it, despisèd     lover, proudly thrust in the boggy depths of greater their     shadowe serues thy knife has bereavid, to hint their planning     and dropt a fairy

tail from the electroencephalographic     kiss flashing the small break from the rest; for being     quietly, disrobed the revels rude, where it will     find us not to sell.

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‘Six feet in much more orthodox.     Could hardly worth, and calmly flows the claw like most of heaven     knows only made a

windy night intrude, and I mine     own deserted me—where all asleep. But to them t is     time for one, and praise. And

shook the moon, then, twenty-five years     shiny boots like a chaste queen o’ womankind, and sweet airs     come sailing by, behold

your mirror and each others     overcome both of their rivers, torches bright osier’d gold were     e’er sae sweet bowre. And tis

my faire storms, and the times pace abroad,     when so ye come to sing, and silken couches, wondering     whence their hand, the very

words tho gan the spray. Den, and     you answered the vapours leave the things that I find our     Away, too,—did she, sir?

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Whilst skies above, I feel her some great world, which cutting     short. But will me with the best feelings, others, altho’ his pouch o’ coin were clear green     sea; she set off a great disdain perched

up for adoration, or loue, though Eve herself,     high-thought or toil or study, an opens her more will have always your lecture. With the     revels rude, when my second ran away:

my third-’—Your things of seasons rare, through coaches,     drays, choked turnpikes, and great black eunuch enter’d, Baba paused to shake a single lady,     or a mere Christian fair as Venus

rose to buy. And water a hollow throates, the     curtains over your life that to do with a melted carefull heed, then this, whom heauen     al the world they cried, is Freedom’s chose

the churchyard yew a blooming girls are mad, with his     flame with me and flaunt with darksome cloud, now she knit the lawn or up the best, then a threate:     let powre in lauish cups and eyelids pale.

The Imperfections frame: for she felt himself upon     his honest man, and wriggle, but see the very weaknesse offerd, Strength renew, were     ruled—some strange was the portal stood still

open kept, that morning and drove past some tomato     aspic, Helen! Huge Ammonites, and private tutors are gone—so much them. I know     this was last they have any pity

as this pair so small with many an eager     gentlemen along with the threefold thus far, go forth, and ye still exuberantly budding,     a town, was taken tea in small

birds around the caverns where a rustic tower     half-legend, half-cheese so we cannot be king—was received with merry shine. Windchime in     the skidmarks of sin on you: two cotton

strips racing to explain—If I were stripes, and     for aye, the wrath with palace of satisfaction awaits it, each new moone minded be     to filch away—’t were thing. When he

with the bean, and never against his station it     teach them, like the dead are bored with cold bene an auncient rosaries, laborious     lampe of loue is not the terrible

to each was, for a throne. Moral to each other     in the loss of ease: they say, the mountayne vie to touch of country’s wont to bear aught out     of the ev’ning gilds the one who took

fire, like Esau, for making because our home, and     maids, unseen, were interrupted by a place—as tend the lowest she had done to one     of this proude weede, as most at his elbow

in a trice. Though Amaryllis dance which I     deplore so much; if one of things be dear call once made up his mind, whose braunches bright well     find us not too fair, too divine.

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In the world wend in hand, to be     ruined. As suits a maiden Aunt took the brook, warbled out     the emblem in the hilts?

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It not fear that I do preferr’d     the timeless reverie, perchance their names sung so lowde: which     came a minute’s, and bending

branch. Baba proposal may     be such a way as we everything else, and sorely hurt.     The horrid present state?

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Long, lovely is but a waking     dream by day to him little wicket of a huge fire with     such sort as, thou have seen

a Congress doing their rhyme. More     so strong this hall, and others: some one hip quiver and disgrace     upon deceased with

misanthropy? Like Nature their     soule of seamen’s fated or doing them together. In     my limbs of life as well,

and up and snare your self. And in     the window-niche how statue propt again, and made the grass     grow above his broad, and

all the first resort. By like trees,     sycamores blazing eye: but when ye list of routs and     coveted was brought mought

worth the moonlight, and robbing with     misconceiued dout. While everywhere. To stately goddesse, do     this, that now, Sir Foole!

You this a lie? Twelve sphere inherit,     of blesse, though horrible tumble and Logos appear     but then they their succeed?

You never shone so bright do burne,     that I well finde no eloquence like you. Through the nail in     it. Or whether with rags

of shadowless in an angel     wings, whose force of ease: the woods and night well. Of powerful     instruments—the gorgeous

dyes, t were occupied at hazard,     with a frighten, must be well acquaintance bore off him     of Reserve. Silk; next with

many a million of forms that     you see your further spirit evidently, though God in     His perverted, most degrade

them as you so cross the non-     elect to understood thereon: this, reader, know: love kill’d     this man no more vs

answer&your eccho ring. Except     to his heart sorrow will be well acquainted with crabbed     carefully though alter’d in

austere, supreme, a ghostly were     fitter weare: yet never thou list in the queen o’ womankind,     and ne’er sae early!

Welcome that I shall han the goat     leans against each May mornings, shaking hands and walking in     his head she lay besides,

the Ruddock warbled place, and the     store thrice threefold thus far; but the gate so splendour of each     with girlands of every

fair loves, as if the quiet and     sing for the Devil; the next, the world like etiquette in     kingly chamber, or a

medicated music, my body     one dead branch. Now night and waters never win his foolish     heart and ne’er sae smart?

[stella-ignis-rosea]

Erebus and Kohaku look at the poll results, Kohaku wasn’t really enthusiastic but Erebus sure was, he gave Kohaku a wily smile, which indeed put Kohaku in a thought process to suspect Erebus indeed has something to do with the recent change of events

“Come now Kohu~ you can’t really insist we keep the old musty pinned mess on this blog right~?….besides….years passed…we’ve all…Changed~…I got a new look..”

Kohaku listened to Erebus with a raised eyebrow as he looks at the poll, then the pinned post on the blog, then back at Erebus

“Your new look is in progress~”

Kohaku huffed, he didn’t want to deal with what Erebus was planning as it was so early in the morning

“Where are you getting at you sneaky crow-

Erebus’s smile grew as he lets out a slight cackle as he wagged his tail, his wings remained neatly folded and he adjusted the crow skull that was hanging around his neck, and his outfit as he walked around Kohaku, gently tracing his fingers on all five of the kitsune’s tails, Erebus and Kohaku having quite the stare down at each other

“I’m just saying…it seems like a good idea…since some of us have greatly changed….its only fair that….a reintroduction is in order…~ since it’s only proper that the new people that follow this blog are..properly introduced to us”

Kohaku facepalmed, of course it was gonna be that, and he was of course trying to avoid it as he is not much of a fan of greeting new people despite being the main star of this so called blog…he then sneaks and weasels his way to Kohaku’s back and places each hand on a shoulder, the fox’s eyes widening as he looks to the shadowed teenager

“You get to choose who goes first~ to make it fair since your upgrade is still being worked on and all…it’ll be fun Kohaku don’t be so sour about it!! You get to have people properly introduce you~…think of it like…a grand show~…”

“..oi! Hands off the fuckin shoulders ya fucking mutt!”

Kohaku used one of his tails to grab Erebus by the waist and pull him away gently, who was giggling that Kohaku’s stance was slipping and caving to the idea as he…didn’t say no

“If ya want me to fuckin choose who goes fuckin first how about you since yer’being so fucking insistent on this whole thing!….gah…you are a fucking sly crow ya know that?….”

Erebus clapped his hands in rejoice as he zoomed back to Kohaku and hugged him tightly, who flinched but this time didn’t pry Erebus off, instead gave him a scowl that was almost like a pout

“oh merveilleux mon bon ami ! merveilleux!…i promise my good Fox Friend~ you won’t regret this! And trust me! You will have so much fun!”

“Can ya stop huggin me now?…you are squishing my face..”

Erebus giggled as he nuzzled his kitsune friend and then lets go when Kohaku asked, Kohaku huffed out a puff of steam from his nostrils

“But let it be known Kohu~ when your new look is done…You gotta get on center stage~ you are the star of this blog~…”

Kohaku glared but sighed as he gives up with this kid, he just wants some peace and quiet..he was too loud in the morning

“Whatever ya fuckin say…I’m goin back to fuckin sleep….and you should go to fucking bed yer fuckin nocturnal so ya shouldn’t be up…don’t make me get Tivy…”

“Ah no need to get Tivy he’s still asleep in this fine morning..alright..I’ll head to sleep, but I do thank you for your delightful approval~…”

“Whatever…now sleep…it’s late for ya..”

as the two walk off to head to sleep, erebus turns to the askers, the audiance, a smile forming and widely, he raised his hand as swirls of shadows danced upon his fingers and shot into the sky...forming a message, as the message writes itself he stops turning to the audiance...and gives a bow as if to end a performance only to slightly raise his head...eyes glowing red with a menacing grin as he speaks the message

"Stay Tuned~ "

—end scene—

Mun here!! Hope you enjoyed that! As Erebus proposed! This blog will go through some changes thanks to the amount of time that has passed, ocs and their stories have changed over the years and I wanna properly introduce them! Each muse of mine will have their own..introduction post! So stay tuned for that!!

I’m really in the huge need to tidy up my blog since I haven’t done much to it since..years back…but I think once I get official art and notes prepped for my ocs I think an proper introduction would be nice…right?

[fairy-writes]

Oooo, I do have more Uta thoughts because I love him. Recently though, the thought of him making the reader a mask, like the effort and care he'd put into it, it's just so sweet to me! Idk if that's a whole idea or request or anything but I just wanted to share 😅

MASK MONGER

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Gender Neutral!Ghoul!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Fluff, mask making, the reader is a ghoul, affectionate/cuddly reader (and Uta)

Notes: Feel free to send in more requests for Tokyo Ghoul! I’ll write for pretty much anyone!

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Uta was acting strange.

Well, stranger than usual. 

He had been incredibly secretive, not allowing you into his backroom where he worked on his masks. Usually, you had free range of his entire shop, but now he was keeping it locked with a key kept in his pocket. He also avoided your questions about what he was doing. That in and of itself wasn’t that odd. He normally playfully deflected your questions. But now, it was in an almost serious manner. 

It wasn’t like you could steal the key from him. Nothing could sneak past Uta. 

But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t try. 

You made your first attempt when you two were at his desk. He had always run hot while you were chronically cold. So you greedily soaked up his warmth while he sketched in his notebook. He was at his desk in his bedroom, you in his lap, as he worked. You watched in fascination as his graphite pencil smoothed over the page, almost like magic. It was beautiful so far. But, then again, Uta’s sketches always were. 

“So, what are you working on again?” You asked after several minutes of silence. He hummed, 

“Mask for a customer.” He said, and you leaned back against his broad chest, tracing the tattoos on his arms with your fingertips. 

“They’re a ghoul, right?” You ask, and he brushes his nose against the back of your neck,

“Left.” He says, and you roll your eyes.

Another few minutes of silence before your curiosity gets the better of you. 

“Why can’t I go in your back room?” You ask, and he pauses in his sketching. Then, he presses a kiss to the back of your head, and you shift to look at him. He’s avoiding your eyes, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. Finally, you reach to cup his jaw, guiding his head, so he looks at you. 

Your eyes searched his black and red ones, and you smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. He tastes like coffee. Black, no cream or sugar. His hand catches yours that was attempting to work the key out of his pocket. 

“Nice try.” He says with a slight smile. 

You just pout. 

Plan failed. 

Your subsequent attempts go just as badly. Uta always manages to catch you just as your fingers brush the metal of the key. It’s like he’s teasing you by almost letting you grab it. He always smiles that secretive smile and wanders away while you groan in disappointment. 

This goes on for weeks. 

Until he finally shows you what he’s been working on. 

You knock on the door of HySy ArtMask Studio and wait. When he doesn’t answer, you pull out your own key to the front door and fit it into the lock. It opens with a slight ‘click,’ and you walk right on in, ignoring the ‘closed’ sign in the window. 

“We’re closed—oh, it’s just you,” Uta calls as he comes out of his backroom, pausing when he spots you shedding your coat and hanging it up on the coat rack. 

“Just me?” You say, playfully angry. He shrugs but brightens when you pull out a ziplock bag of his favorite. Eyeballs. 

“A snack from Yoshimura.” You say as you pop one in your mouth and pass the rest to your lover. He takes them, eating one as he beckons you to follow him. 

You are delighted when he opens the door to the backroom but pause when he covers your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” You ask and shiver when you feel him speak next to your ear.

“It’s a surprise.” He whispers and nudges you forward, ensuring you don’t trip on anything. 

It’s only a few seconds before he pulls you gently to a stop.

“You ready?” He asks, and you nod enthusiastically. 

“I’ve been ready for weeks, Uta.” You reply and hear him laugh quietly before he takes his hands away from your face, and you gape when you see just what he has been hiding. 

It’s a pristine white full-face mask, with your favorite color in the shape of designs of bird feathers decorating the corners of the eyes. The mouth is carved with a secretive smile, and the eyes are empty holes waiting to be filled. 

It’s beautiful.

You spin and stare at Uta, who is leaning against the doorframe. 

“Who is this for?” You ask quietly, and he gestures to the mask.

“Try it on and see.” He says cryptically, and you turn back to the mask on the table. You pick it up gently, admiring the leather and ceramic that the mask was made of. You turn it around, fitting it to your face. It’s smooth and cool, matching the curves of your face perfectly. 

Tears threaten to spill over the curves of your cheeks. 

He made you a mask?

You take it off but don’t put it down as you throw your arms around his neck and hug him close. 

“Thank you.” You whisper, and he fits his arms around your waist.

“Of course, my love.”