#theyre tentatively reaching out again

[youngpettyqueen]

THEYRE TALKING AGAINNNNN

[ddejavvu]

can i request spencer reid w bau!reader and their married but reader forgets to put her wedding ring back on and derek’s asking spencer about what happened/if theyre having marital problems and spencer starts panciking but she just forgot about it in her pocket😭

Derek's brow is knitted in real, authentic concern when he corners Spencer in the BAU's kitchenette, and it turns Spencer's stomach. Usually, Derek has a teasing glimmer in his eyes, but it's scarily absent today, and he braces a large hand on Spencer's lanky bicep.

"Pretty boy," Derek starts, and his tone is soft, soothing, kind, "Anything you wanna talk about? I'm here if you need me, y'know."

Spencer tries feigning calm, which is terribly hard to do as someone who's fraught with nerves constantly, but he keeps an even tone when he speaks.

"I don't think so. Should I want to talk about something?"

Derek smiles sympathetically, almost a grimace, and Spencer feels a flash of fear run through him. Has Derek heard something about his mom?

"I don't think anyone else has noticed yet," Derek assures Spencer, "But I saw Y/N's not wearing her ring."

It's not what he'd been expecting, dreading, but it's not pleasant either. Spencer's eyes dart hurriedly to your hunched form, shoulders bent and crowding your desk as you devote yourself entirely to your paperwork. Sure enough, your wedding ring is absent from your finger, leaving an uncomfortably blank space on your skin, and Spencer's brows knit together.

"I didn't know," Spencer admits, keeping his voice to a low murmur, "I- But- we aren't having any problems. I don't think."

Derek shoots that awful pitying grimace his way again, and Spencer shakes his head, his stringy hair flying.

"No, no- we're not- we're not having problems," He asserts, but he's not sure if he's trying to convince himself or Derek more, "I mean, we bickered about coffee this morning, but not- not marriage problems bad. She just forgot it."

Spencer knows what expression will be on Derek's face if he looks, so he doesn't. He busies himself with stirring the rest of the sugar into his coffee, excusing himself before Derek can press the issue even further.

On his way out of the kitchenette he snags a donut from an open box on the counter, slipping a napkin beneath it and trying not to rush to your desk. He doesn't want to seem obvious, but he's a flaming bundle of nerves.

"Angel," He gets right to the point, placing the donut beside your hand on the desk and leaning over the back of your chair. He nestles his cheek to yours, pressing his lips against the curve of your jaw and blocking your conversation from view of the bullpen with the way he shrouds you from behind.

"Spence," You begin, alarmed at the sudden ambush of sugar, both literally and figuratively, "What-?"

"Are you mad at me?" He asks, sounding rather like a child worrying to their parents. You're only more confused after his question, and you tentatively shake your head.

"No? Should I be?"

"I don't think so," Spencer hums, "But you're not wearing your ring."

You blink, glancing at your bare ring finger.

"Oh!" You gush, your shoulders pressing back against his own as you maneuver your hand into your pocket. It's difficult sitting down, but you retrieve the ring and jam it back onto your finger, "I took it off earlier because I was taking the trash out. I didn't want it to get all goopy, and I guess I just forgot it was in there." You let your explanation hang in the air for a moment, but your eyes flash with sympathy, remembering Spencer's initial question, "Oh, Spence, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out."

"It's okay," He breathes out a shaky sigh of relief, reluctant to straighten up from where he's hugging you from behind, "You didn't even freak me out. Morgan did."

You laugh, and the sound soothes those frayed nerves in his chest, the ones that had lit with sparks of panic at Morgan's pity, "Well, don't listen to Morgan from now on. However," You reach for the donut, tearing it in half and holding one end out to Spencer while you catch the other between your teeth, "If it means I get donuts in apology, maybe I'll forget my wedding ring in my pocket more often."

[xanaxspritz]

a continuation of this post. cw: lactation kink, pregnant!reader, breastfeeding, nursing handjob, minors DNI.

being pregnant for the most part wasn't fun. the first trimester consisted of constant headaches, nausea, and so much fatigue. now early in your second trimester you could feel your breasts grow more tender and even bigger, full with milk.

choso is a supportive partner during your pregnancy in more ways than one. he's overtaken all domestic duties in your apartment so you don't overexert yourself. he cooks and cleans, holds open every door for you. you weakly complain that you don't need the help, but choso insists. he knows you.

so when he sees you holding your breasts in pain, he knows he's needed.

"may i?" he asks.

"please" you sigh.

getting into position on the bed, you lay his head down on your breasts. you pull your tits out of your tank top, feeling the weight of your milk. you coax some out of one nipple, the pearly translucent white liquid slowly dripping. choso's breath hitches in anticipation.

slowly guiding his mouth to nipple, he sucks gently, mouth filling with the sweet taste of your milk.

"its so good baby" he moans into your nipple.

you feel instant relief.

choso licks around your areolas before going back to drink your sweet milk. "youre tits are so full of milk just for me" he moans again.

he sucks you dry before switching to the next one. you could see a tent growing in his pants. you reach down to take his cock out and stroke his length, surprised to already feel precum leaking out of his tip.

feeling some sort of weird mix of pain and pleasure, you can feel the wetness growing between your legs as he drinks more and more out of you. watching him nurse felt intimate, almost nurturing. and he's clearly enjoying himself, his eyes are closed in pure bliss, one hand holding on to your breast like its a bottle.

he fits both nipples into his mouth in one final suck before he let's go, cumming into your hand. he sighs happily as the last few remaining drops fall on his face

"so good" he repeats.

"would you be willing to make this a nightly thin? " you ask shyly, "they hurt when theyre full of milk"

"anything for you" and you know he means it with all his heart.

[astarionancuntnin]

Undisclosed Desires (Chapter 2)

summary: its the day after you and astarion indulged in each other's embrace. it shouldve been a once done deal, nothing more, but that last night ended with you questioning your feelings for the pale elf. you struggle to come to terms with those and the day might prove more difficult as you get trapped alone with him in a secluded dungeon

or in short:

rating: E

word count: 4k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, sorceress tav)

cw: 18+. smut, porn with little-to-no plot, karlach gets hurt for the sake of the porn (shes doing her part o7), denial of feelings, sexual tension through the roof, dom!tav/reader, teasing, dry humping, begging, ear licking, vampire bites, kinda praise kink, sorta breeding kink, your honor- theyre both brat switches fighting to top the other.

a/n: at long last, chapter 2! i had so much fun with the dialogues, i hope you enjoy them as much as i did uwu. also, inspo song at the beginning is the same as chapter 1, but a different part of the song, and end of chapter song is a different one (that i linked at the end). let me know how you feel about the dynamic in this chapter 👀

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I shut my eyes

You call but I just cut the line

I know your style

I know that you want one more night

And I'm backsliding

Into this just one more time

-

You wake up this morning to the sound of your companions talking nearby. Instinctively, you reach for the spot next to you, only to find it empty. Figures. If it wasn’t for the aching pain in your muscles and the dizziness of your mind, you’d think what happened last night was just a dream.

The way Astarion had ravaged your body, how feral he was, the taste of him on your lips, how he felt between your legs…

Instinctively, you rub your thighs together, chasing the feeling from the previous night. You already feel that warmth between your legs as a result of those memories flooding back to you. You hear laughing outside your tent and it brings you back to the present moment ; your companions are probably waiting for you.

You quickly push aside any thoughts of him and reach for your clothes to get dressed up for the day. You take some time to prepare for what your companions have to say about the sounds that came from your tent last night. They had to have heard.

As you take your first step outside, Karlach is the first to greet you.

“Hey Soldier! Slept well? Doubt it was restful but it looks like you had the time of your life!” She nudges you.

“You can say that again! Those screams made me believe she was dying in there!” Shadowheart shouts, sitting near the campfire, before her and Karlach start laughing.

You feel yourself turn redder after each remark. Hells, I didn’t realize how loud I was.

“It did sound… intense. Are you sure you’re alright?” Wyll speaks up, more worried about you.

You lift your blushing face which was hiding in shame between your hands. “Oh, yeah no, I’m fine just- um,” you turn to Shadowheart, “Can I ask you to cast lesser restoration on me, please?”

She looks at you puzzled, “Can’t you cast it on yourself?”

“The only thing I wanna cast on myself at this very moment is eldritch blast, now, can you please cast the damn spell?”

“So much for the ‘great sorceress with limitless talents’,” she mocks you, reminding you of the very words you used back when you introduced yourself to her.

“SHADOW.”

“Fine, fine,” she scoots over the log, making space for you. “Come here, I’ll take care of you.”

You walk over to her and you sigh as you sit down, completely slouched over.

“Gods, he really did a number on you, huh,” she casts lesser restoration and you straighten up, instantly feeling much better. 

“Yeah, you should see the other guy,” you say, smiling, proud to have gained back your wits.

“Speaking of,” Wyll interjects. “We haven’t seen him all morning. We fully expected him to come out of your tent.”

“Huh, I did wake up alone,” you confess. “I just assumed he went back to his tent.”

“Heh! Maybe he’s still in there recuperating from your night together!” Karlach shouts, before laughing some more.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go check up on him,” you roll your eyes as you get up to walk towards his tent.

You’re glad it’s placed far enough from the campfire to be out of your friend’s sights. You didn’t want to give them more ideas if they saw you with the vampire this morning. You call out his name before opening the flap of his tent, only to reveal it to be empty. 

“Looking for something?”

You slightly jump, as if you were caught doing something you shouldn’t have, and quickly turn around to face him.

“Gods, you startled me.”

He walks towards you, shirtless, with his hair still damp from his morning bathing and his trousers hanging loosely around his hips.

“Terribly sorry dear, I would never do this to you intentionally.”

His little smile is unnerving. Your heartbeat quickens, and you frown at yourself; You can’t allow yourself to falter this early in the day. You take a deep breath, your way to gain back control over yourself. 

“We’re almost ready to leave, so I came looking for you,” you try to look elsewhere but you’re mesmerized by his sight.

“Well, here I am now. Can I… help you with something?”

He raises his hand and strokes your cheek gently with the back of it, his face dangerously getting near yours. You feel your face burning hotter and it takes everything in you to push yourself away from him.

“We should really go, just– get dressed. I’ll uh, I’ll wait for you around the campfire with the others.”

You turn around completely flustered and walk back to your companions.

“Again?!” Karlach exclaims as she sees the state you’re in. “At this rate, you’ll turn redder than me!”

You wanna crawl into the depths of the hells and never come back up.

—

Today’s quest brings you to a secluded dungeon. Your findings from the previous days led you there in search for more information about an artifact you previously found throughout your adventure. If you’re correct, you should find here what’s missing for it to work. Now the only thing left to do is actually finding that missing piece.

With a swift flick of his wrist, Astarion opens the door to the lower grounds. As the door opens, you’re greeted by damp air and a musty smell. The place is dusty and covered in spiderwebs. Whatever you’re looking for must be here judging by the fact that no one has been down here in ages. You all walk in and notice that the place is a damned maze filled with countless rooms. You split up from the group, starting the search on your own, and the first room you walk in greets you with an absurdly obvious trap. You sigh, discouraged, as you fall back against the wall next to the entrance. Guess I won’t be able to avoid him much longer.

“Astarion? A hand?!” Your voice echoes through the hallways, followed by the sound of his footsteps.

He makes his way towards you nonchalantly, “You called, dear?”

“Can you take care of this?” You point towards the device.

He leans over you, his arms caging you between him and the wall, “I could, if you were to ask nicely.” His face hovers dangerously close to you, you can feel his cold breaths ghosting over your lips. It would be so easy to just tilt your head up and close the gap… No, you can’t let him win this. Last night was just a mutual agreement. An exchange of sorts. Nothing more, nothing less.

You cross your arms over your chest, creating some distance between the two of you, “Don’t push your luck.”

“Oh well, I assume you know how to deal with such an intricate mechanism then, if you’re so much better than I am?”, he wears his typical shit-eating grin.

You roll your eyes and step over your pride, “Fine. Can you please disarm this trap so we can carry on?” 

“See? Now, was that so hard?” He gives you a playful look before getting to work.

You stand next to him as he fickles with the machinery when you hear a loud commotion from afar.

“FUCK!”

You recognize the voice from your fiery friend and waste no time running towards the source of her scream, only to find her in a terrible state with Shadowheart kneeling next to her. Her leg is barely recognizable. Whatever got her rendered her unable to fight from now on.

“What happened?!”

“Godsdamned trap got me, shit!” She keeps groaning in pain.

“Alright, Shadowheart, do you think you can take care of her wounds?”

“I can stabilize her, but she won’t be able to carry on with her injuries, we need to head back to camp as soon as possible so I can tend to her,” she explains.

“Okay, okay,” your eyes wander between your friends as you’re thinking of a solution. “Yeah, okay, you’re right, I’m not risking Karlach’s life on this,” the cleric nods in agreement, “But we can’t back track now. Who knows what else this trap triggered, it might’ve alarmed someone. We are so close to finding the answer, I can't risk letting it slip past us.”

Shadowheart raises as she’s about to argue but you cut her off, “Don’t worry, I still believe you two should head to the camp. Astarion and I will carry on.” You feel Shadowheart’s glare of disapproval. “I swear we’ll be careful and we’ll run back to you guys should we encounter a situation that's too much for us.” You try to reassure your friend.

“Oooooooo, keeping Fangs all to yourself?” Karlach never missed an opportunity to tease you, even when in insufferable pain. You could respect that.

“Oh please, if it were up to me, he would be the one in that trap.”

“Rude,” Astarion remarks from behind you. You can’t help the smirk creeping up on your face.

“Fine,” the half-elf frowns in resignation. “We’ll head back– but don’t do anything stupid.”

“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Astarion adds sarcastically, as the two walk away.

With half of your party gone, you lose no time continuing your research. You didn’t want to spend any more time than necessary with half the manpower in unknown territory. You pass a few halls and rooms, each containing an absurd amount of traps for what little they were hiding, slowly getting discouraged from your lack of findings, when you hear rumble afar.

You both still, listening to the sounds, when you realize they are making their way towards you. 

“Hide!”, you barely whisper.

Before he can react, you roughly drag Astarion with you in the next open room and slam the door behind you. You acted faster than you could think ; the sound of the door was loud and the footsteps are now getting faster and louder. You try to remain calm to avoid drawing any more attention than necessary when you see the expression change on your companion’s face, followed by him yelling.

“What in the sweet hells is wrong with–!”

You don’t give him time to finish his sentence as you push him against the stone wall by his waist with the force of your whole body, while your other hand covers his mouth. You stare intensely into his eyes and mouth a “shh”, as silent as you can, to convey the urgency for him to shut up as the rumble of the footsteps get even closer to your location. He blinks rapidly and nods, understanding your motion, but brings his hand up to remove yours from his mouth. You hear the footsteps stop nearby and your heart pounding in your chest as your breathing stills. Your eyes dart towards the door, anxiety building up in your chest. Anything could be outside. You cannot risk getting into a fight you couldn’t handle. Against his own good, Astarion speaks up yet again.

“Let’s just kill–”

And you shut him up, again. 

This time, with a kiss.

It’s a surprise to both of you. It was sudden, instinctive. You’re not sure what took over you, but at this moment, it seemed to be the best course of action. You stay motionless for a moment before pulling away, slowly. You hear the sounds outside your room getting further away and you finally breathe out in relief. He looks at you with an annoying smile painted over his face.

You notice him observing you. “You really need to learn when to shut up,” you say, a poor excuse to try and justify your actions, as a blush takes place over your cheeks.

His lidded eyes observe your lips before making eye contact again, “And you think you know better?”

“I know I do,” you frown slightly. 

He keeps smiling, that damn annoyingly confident smile. “I’m afraid you’ll have to teach me, then. I’ve been known to be awfully loud.”

You scoff. The audacity of this man.

Initially, that first kiss was never supposed to lead to anything else. It was spontaneous, a means to an end, just like your last night spent together. Anything to stop him from talking, whatever would save you from being found. But you couldn’t deny the feelings that fluttered in your stomach, the butterflies in your chest. 

He continues, his words dripping with sarcasm, “I’m sure a sorceress of your expertise must have some way to silence a noisy rogue like myself.”

You realize then : all along, you didn’t hate him, you hated the fact that you were attracted to him, to that damn attitude of his. Truth is, you couldn’t have enough of that banter between the two of you. Every morning, that was the thing you were looking forward to. There was no denying yourself anymore ; you chased the feeling of arguing with this overblown, pretentious asshole. You wanted him, in more ways than one, and in any way he would offer himself to you.

“I can think of a few tricks,” you lean over him the same way he did you earlier, your faces barely an inch apart.

“Try me,” his voice is barely a whisper by now.

You let your feelings guide your next move as you pull him in by the collar of his armor, crashing your lips against his. If he saw this as a game, you intended to win. As the kiss depends, you’re taken back to that scenario you played in your head the night before, prior to Astarion’s visit.

At the next corner, you would’ve pushed him by the waist against the nearest wall and shut his pretty mouth up. 

Your kiss started out rough, but it quickly became passionate, it engulfed both of you into a world of your own. His hands roamed up your back and down your waist, pulling you in closer, reaching for more contact. Your sorcerer robe allowed for you to feel how tightly he grabbed you and yet, it didn’t feel like enough. You wished for nothing more than having your skin being ravished by his touch.

You would’ve taken the chance to let one of your hands roam through his silky smooth, curly hair, pulling it enough to get a moan out of him. 

Oh, and how soft it was. Freshly washed from this morning, his curls felt like silk through your fingers. You let your hands linger in his hair, combing through it, before lightly pulling it back. He groans in your mouth as a response, not parting from your lips just yet, and you smile through it.

How you would’ve parted his legs with your own, and grinded against his crotch, feeling his growing bulge.

You easily push yourself between his legs and grind against him. He pulls back from your kiss then, gasping in surprise. With the threat outside the room being long gone, you welcomed any noise you would get out of him. You feel his cock getting harder against your leg and you keep rubbing him up and down, creating more pressure over his member. He rests his head on your shoulder, breathing hard, his hold on you getting tighter. 

“Hells, darling, I didn’t think you had it in you,” he pants.

“Mmh, seems like I’ve got a lot more to teach you then.”

You reach for your trousers under your robe, letting them fall down after loosening  your belt, before reaching for his, pulling them down just low enough to expose his cock which is already leaking with pre-come. He hisses when you grab a hold of him, your mere touch sending shivers down his spine.

You smirk at the visible reaction he has to you, feeling powerful over him. Such a contrast compared to your last night tryst. This time, you were guiding this dance.

You guide him towards your entrance, only to grind yourself over him. He slides so easily between your wet folds and you can’t help the moan escaping your lips. The friction over your clit is nothing short of euphoric. You swing your hips back and forth, coating his length with your arousal, as he holds onto your waist for dear life. You grab his face and pull him closer so your foreheads touch, then take a moment to admire the mess you’re making of him, and by the Gods, what a pretty mess he was. His parted lips, gasping between each stroke you would allow him, his eyes fluttering open, lost in the feeling of your thighs squeezing him, his roughed up curls from the sweat building up on his forehead. 

He was beautiful.

You feel him moving on his own, trying to change positions so he has more control, but it's not something you will allow this time. You take his hands from your waist and push them against the wall he was leaning against, never stopping the rhythm you had going on. 

“What do you think you're doing?” Your voice is coated with desire.

“Please, let me in,” he begs.

“Do you think you deserve it?”, you say, playfully.

“Gods, I– yes, yes I do!”, he whines.

“Beg more.”

“What?! I will not–”, before he can finish his sentence, you reach for his ear with your tongue and give it a lick from the base to the tip. “Mmmgh ah, fuck–” 

“What was that?” You nibble on his ear.

“I– Ah–,” his entire resolve crumbles. “Please, love, I need you please,”  he begs again, his voice faltering.

You continue to lick and nibble on his ear. “See? Now, was that so hard?” you tease, using his own words against him.

“Oh, you little– ah–!”

You cut him off as you raise your leg to hook it to his hips allowing you for a better angle as you push him inside you slowly. You’re so wet from teasing him that he slides in without any resistance.

You throw your head back, taking in the feeling of him filling you, and at the vision of your exposed neck, Astarion leans in the crook of your neck, bared fangs scratching the spot he previously fed from you. You feel his cold breath along with the wetness of his tongue, lapping at your healed wound. You sense what he wants to do and although you crave it and you would let him do it, you don’t wanna give in so easily.

You stop all motion and with him buried deep inside of you, your hand lingering in his hair grabs a handful of curls to pull him back, away from your prized neck, holding him in place. 

He growls insistently, his true nature coming back to him.

“Give me one good reason,” you tug harder.

Through his ragged breath, he smiles playfully, “I just wanted a snack for the road.”

“You drank last night, you don’t need it,” your tone comes out raspy and aggressive despite your enjoyment of the situation.

“But you want this,” he pauses, watching your reaction. Your answer isn’t spoken, as much as it’s seen : your chest rises higher with each panting breath you take, your eyes flutter, drunk on lust, and your core is dripping wet, your combined fluids leaking against your leg. “Don't you?” He knows both of you know it's a fight for control. 

You thrust roughly, once, to reassert your position over him, making him whimper. “And just what makes you think that?”

He locks eyes with you, a grin painting over his face. “You seemed to enjoy it last time.”

“Hardly.”

“My dear, you can deny it all you want, but I can read you like an open book.”

You hated how he always managed to have the last word. One day, you tell yourself, It’ll be me. But for now…

“Shut up and bite me.”

The second you let go of your grasp in his hair, Astarion dives in the nook of your neck, plunging his fangs in your pulsating vein. You cry out at the sharp sting you feel and once the initial pain settles in, you pick back up the rhythm you had earlier, making the elf groan as he drinks you in. He was right, his bites had the effect of an aphrodisiac on you. You would never tell him though, his ego was inflated enough as is, admitting it would only make him more insufferable than he already is.

His hold on you became tighter and the more he drank, the less your strength allowed you to keep your position, but the build up down your stomach only grew. You didn't want to falter so close to the end.

“Astarion…” you warn him.

He growls against your neck and takes one last sip of your liquid gold before removing his fangs from you, licking off the new wound he created to clean you up. That's something else you could appreciate from the vampire ; no matter how selfish you found him, he did seem to respect the boundaries you established. He would absolutely push all of your buttons but when it came to sex he seemed more attentive, responsive. You never wanted to fall for him, but your heart had other plans.

You cross your arms around his neck, closing any remaining distance between your two bodies and with all the energy left in you, you thrust harder, and faster, letting yourself get lost in the overwhelming feeling he provided between your legs. Now that you had experienced him once, you craved getting filled up by him, only him, as much as possible, as much as he wanted to. You wanted to be his. 

“Darling, I’m close–”

“Come, let go for me,” you breathe in his ear before licking him again. “You’re so pretty when you come inside me.”

Your last words combined with the stimulation you’ve given him trigger his collapse in your arms. He grasps your hips vigorously, pulling you flush against him, allowing him to unload himself deep inside of your womb. You fall over the edge shortly after, drinking in the feeling of his semen filling you up. You fantasized constantly about being filled to the brim by him. Used over and over again, leaking from his seed, the act merely done to defile you in his image. You clench around his length, your legs shaking as you picture yourself overflowing with his come and ride out the wave of electrifying pleasure that courses through you.

As you come down from your high and let your leg down, you reach for something to grab a hold of so as to not completely fall over. Astarion had completely slouched over the wall you fucked him over, he was not an option. The nearest thing that seemed solid enough was an empty torch holder placed right next to the door which you grab without second thoughts. The last thing you expected was for it to pull down as you grabbed it. Even less that it opened a secret trap door in the middle of the room, from which a pillar came out of. You stay in place for a moment, piecing together what just happened, with Astarion making eye contact with you, just as puzzled as you were.

Before you now stands an altar with a very clearly placed piece of dark metal, shaped strangely like the pattern you remember being described in the previous document you found. You put your trousers back on, dismissing the mess between your legs, and grab the missing piece, connecting it to the artifact you held, to see it click in place.

“No fucking way.”

Astarion smirks, as if he was responsible for your discovery, proud of himself, “Wouldn’t have found that out with Karlach now, would you?”

He will never let you live this down.

-

When you're around me, I'm radioactive

My blood is burning, radioactive

I'm turning radioactive

My blood is radioactive

My heart is nuclear

Love is all that I fear

[movedtone0mile]

camping trip

jaemin x f!reader

warnings: smut, mdni, outdoor sex (this is not hygienic, would not recommend irl kiddos), unprotected sex (again would not recommend but theyre in a relationship)

word count: 1,6K

summary: Jaemin and Y/N go on a camping trip by the lake, and Jaemin has a special plan for nightfall.

Jeno had advised Jaemin to take you on a camping trip, he had said it was more romantic than you may think at first, and Jaemin was all excited about it. Also, Jeno had given him another tip that you would love for sure, but it would have to wait until nightfall. 

The sunny weather was perfect for the weekend getaway Jaemin had planned, and he had a weekend off. If you were maybe reluctant at first, you had decided to give it a chance, so here you were, driving around, your face stuck to the GPS.

“Here! Look at the sign!” you exclaimed when you finally saw a sign indicating the lake. 

Jaemin eagerly turned in the right direction, it had been hours since you were driving among the twisting and winding roads. You were both relieved to finally get to your destination. 

Jaemin let out an exaggerated sigh of relief when the lake finally became visible. He pulled off the car and playfully slapped your thigh. « We’re here princess! »

Opening your door, you rushed to the water. Jeno had not lied about it, it was beautiful. Tall trees hid you from the rest of the world and the light reverbing on the surface of the water gave it a magical appearance. You were impatient to go swimming since the hours in the car had you suffocating for air. 

“Hey! Come help me with the bags!” Jaemin cried from the back of the car.

You helped him bring your things to the place you decided would be best to set up camp. 

“We have to set up the tent before it gets dark.” he declared, opening the manual.

Unrolling the tent, you carefully secured the corners and poles, and about 25 minutes after, the fabric finally had taken the shape of something that may welcome the both of you.

“Good job baby!” He exclaimed, proud of your teamwork. 

Jaemin threw himself inside, spreading his body all over the narrow surface. 

“Well, it’s not as spacious as you told me it was.” You said, looking down at him with narrowed eyes. 

“What do you mean? There’s plenty of space!” He patted his belly, inviting you to join him. 

Throwing your entire weight onto him, you tossed and turned, groaning. “It’s not comfortable at all, we should return it to the store!” 

Jaemin slapped the back of your thigh playfully, faking being offended. “Get up then, we have a fire to set up miss.” 

“Oh, we really are playing little adventurers!”

꧁ ♡ ꧂

Jaemin had gathered some wood and you had displayed some rocks to create a fire pit. 

“Where did you learn how to light a fire?” You asked him, watching him confidently placing paper and kindling in the centre of your preparation. 

“I’m a man full of surprises, you know.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he reached into his back pocket, picking up something. He then quickly took out a lighter to ignite the paper. 

“A lighter?!” You reached out to shove him and you busted out a laugh together. 

Soon enough, the flames began to grow and dance, and you snuggled into Jaemin’s chest as the embers started to crackle. 

“You aren’t impressed by my scout skills?” 

As the fire grew, you roasted marshmallows, snuggling close to each other under a blanket. You and Jaemin shared stories you hadn’t told each other before, as well as your plans for the future. The stars above you shone brightly in the sky and you looked at Jaemin’s features. “Thank you for bringing me here, it’s beautiful.” You murmured. 

Looking down at you, he smiled, “I’m always happy as long as I’m with you.” 

You leaned in to kiss him gently. “And it is only the beginning.” He said once you pulled away. You asked what he meant and he gestured to the lake, “Don’t you want to take a dip?” 

꧁ ♡ ꧂

You both sat down on the dock, settling on the edge, letting your feet dangle above the water’s surface. The full moon cast a soft glow on the lake, and the stars above were reflected on the surface. 

Jaemin leaned his head on your shoulder, as you sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

“Do you really want to swim?” you asked him. “It’s getting late.”

“Of course!” He stood up. “Why go to the lake if it’s not to take a dive?” 

Jaemin took off his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt. 

“Jaemin, our swimsuits are in the tent.” You said. 

“Who needs them?” He wiggled his eyebrows, pulling down his pants and briefs. 

You screamed, putting your hands in front of your eyes, faking outrage. 

Jaemin dived into the water, splashing you on the way. He emerged a bit further, shuffling his head like a dog would do. He was cute like this, you thought.

“Isn’t too cold?” You asked, raising your voice enough for him to hear. 

He shivered, “A little, at first, but it gets better when you move!” With that, he swam to you before putting his hands on your knees, his eyes looking lovingly into yours. 

“You got goosebumps, don’t tell me that it’s not cold.” You said, raising a sceptical eyebrow. 

He faked chattering his teeth, before responding, “I swear! It’s so warm, feels like a hot tub, » you scoffed. « Come onnn, baby!” 

Getting up, you raised your top above your head. Jaemin’s mouth hung open dramatically at the sight of your naked breasts. « Oh please. » you whined, unbuttoning your shorts. Then, you teasingly slid the fabric down your legs, sending shivers down the poor boy’s spine. 

Propping yourself on Jaemin’s shoulders, you let your body sink into the cold water, shrieking at the contact. « Jaemin! It’s freezing cold! »

Jaemin gripped the flesh of your hips as your face got to the same level as his. “I have an idea to warm you up, you know.” 

“Oh I have no doubt.” you mused and leaned in to kiss him.

He pushed your body impossibly close to his and let his hands roam your body. Yours were squeezing his shoulders, your nails occasionally scratching. 

The kiss was an intense one since both of you had the whole day to grow needy. Being just the two of you, recluse from the rest of the world, the set added to your excitation. 

“Open your mouth.” Jaemin always loved to say this kind of thing, which had you unable to contain your laughter, with this smug smile of his. 

You scoffed but complained anyway, you wouldn’t stop this game between the both of you. 

When you opened up your mouth, he slid his tongue inside and sucked on yours. His jerky breathing had you smiling into the kiss. You loved how riled up he could get, even at the slightest touch. And without you realizing it, he had started to grind against you. 

Reaching your hand to his crotch, you grope him. He broke the kiss to moan, his eyes were tight shut, and his voice had become raspy.  “The things you do to me, baby…”

Complacency rushed to your head, and your grin intensified. It was always so satisfying to see how you were able to drive him crazy. Pleasuring him was more than enough to please you. 

Jaemin grabbed your wrist, withdrawing it from his length before sliding it between your thighs, and even in the water he was able to feel your warmth against his own skin. The friction was not yet enough but it was enough to make of Jaemin a whimpering mess. However, after some time, he grew bored and impatient of thrusting in the water. 

“Hold onto me,” Jaemin said, already breathless, before he grabbed your thighs, as you circled them around his hips. He entered you in a swift motion, and you threw your head back, crying his name out. He chuckled and began to move. You had shut your eyes tight as a consequence of the stretch, but Jaemin softly asked you to open them. When you did, you were met with the spectacle of the sky dotted with shining stars, and you thought that the setting had never been this much in line with what you were doing: amazing.. 

Biting on his lower lip, Jaemin concentrated on his movements, thankful for the water that carried your weight. The only things he had to focus on being clinging to you and moving. 

As he sped up, waves began to create around your bodies, and the sensation of hearing your whimpers reach as far as they could, before dying far away from you was all new and exhilarating.

“Jaemin, please, please!” Not even knowing what you were begging for, you begged anyway. The pleasure was too much, the stars in the sky fading into a big white halo, as your vision blurred. 

His head dropped against your neck and you could feel his hot breaths grow into needy groans.

It was hard to understand what he was saying in between moans when he warned you he was about to cum, but his erratic thrusts were enough of a warning. 

Jaemin reached his high a few seconds before you did, but continued to move anyway, sloppy thrusts getting you exactly where you wished to be. Your mouth hung open in a silent cry, as the knot inside you snapped. 

꧁ ♡ ꧂

“I got you, baby,” Jaemin helped you up on the dock, before pulling himself up too. You were still in a daze, so he wrapped a soft towel around you, as he dried your body and hair. “Did you enjoy my surprise?” You nodded, not trusting your voice just yet, and leaned into his rubs. 

He dried himself as well, before helping you to circle your arms around his shoulders and scooped you over. Jaemin carried you as a princess back to the tent. There, you still felt a bit sleepy and couldn’t wait to cuddle with him to sleep. Hastily, he took out some clothes from your bags and came back to you with a hoodie of his. With his signature smile, he tugged the fabric past your head and you lazily put up your arms, as a way not to make things more difficult for him. 

Having slipped you into some shorts, Jaemin put on his pyjamas himself and tugged the both of you into your shared sleeping bag. 

It was not very comfortable but Jaemin’s warmth was enough for you to get comfy. He held you against his chest and listened to your breathing calming down, your peace being his own lullaby. 

In the morning, he wanted you to go explore the woods, and maybe repeat the same scenario the next evening. 

God, this camping trip would do you a world of good. 

[el-warverine]

Hercules appreciation post

Hyping up his mans to get him un-stoned

Theyre married, your honor.

Got saved by his mans

Bro has no chill and i respect it

A couple that bullies together stays together

Sad hours strike too tho

Have emotions at least once a day challenge, heres mine:

One thing i adore about Herc x Logan is that its the only ship where Logan is fully in this role. I dont know what to call it. Hercules is older, bigger, stronger, more immortal. In the classic days of fanfiction.net that would just read as "bottom" or "sub" but i dont think that encapsulates what im trying to say.

Logan never gets to be the one looked after, the one being treated with particular care. It gets close with Wade because they are equals in many ways, but this is different. In a situation where these two are together, Logan is completely free of the protector role. It's not a role he dislikes (he takes to it fast and seems to revel in it frankly), but it is taxing. Hercules is so competent and powerful that if Logan is there its because they just want to be around each other.

Hercules also admires Logan in a way that is quite different from others, like a warrior admires another. Its not the devoted almost fan-like behavior of someone like Wade (which again i love poolverine obviously just different. Same, but different.)

Hercules also falls into "i can make him better" territory, as he's so lighthearted and noble he is the most sunshine coded partner Logan gets shipped with, rivaled only by Kurt. The key difference is that Logan can't dismiss Herc's optimism as naivete. Logan can believe Hercules acts with intent because Hercules is likely a step ahead, as an older partner usually is. (Which is how bad power imbalances can happen, but these two are centuries old, and that's not the vibe lmao)

I think that's why that sad hours moment is so important to me, because Logan knows the answer "Im gonna have to get used to this, wont i?". He may be younger than Hercules, but he has already lived a long time and lost many people. Still, although typically their meetings are airy, easy, and fun; Logan reaches out for comfort from Hercules. Hercules is a bit tentative with such seriousness, but he also went up to Logan in a cemetery. Hercules didn't stumble into being stuck with a grieving Logan by being unaware or any other excuse Logan could conjure for why someone would be forced to deal with him while he's sulking. For someone who struggles to feel wanted or welcomed, knowing your partner is a step ahead and purposefully engaging with you at every turn is an enormous comfort.

"You sought me out." Herc knew what he wanted, and Logan can give that to him. Herc wants undying company, and one thing Logan does best is survive.

"You sought me out." Is such an important aspect to this ship because Logan can be sure he is wanted, not because he is needed as a weapon or a shield, just to be there. The fact they meet up just to drink and talk is established here, and thats a big deal to me because Logan isnt exactly a social butterfly. If it isn't the Xmen who live and work with him, anyone else only seeks him out when they need him. They need tracking, killing, suicide missions, etc.

Herc just wants to shoot the shit and he wants Logan to be there. As much as Logan acts like he doesn't care for talking, he sure is drawn to talkative silly guys who never really shut up. He likes to sit there while they talk. Whether he's listening or not is debatable, but he's just happy to be there.

[sunflowernoodles]

Ghost Stories

Haven’t been feeling the greatest lately so I’m gonna write some fluff. I hope you enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Shoto

Lers: Sero, Bakugou

Ships: Todobakusero

~~

Earlier in the week, the school had decided to treat the first year students to a little camping trip. No extra training or anything, just a relaxing, self-indulgent camping trip to unwind.

They were piled onto a few busses for about an hour and a half on their way to the campsite and set up all their tents for later before swimming in the lake on the campgrounds. After many more activities throughout the day, they were ending the night off with smores and taking turns telling scary stories around the campfire.

While it was all mostly fun and everyone usually gets a little creeped out, or genuinely scared when a group would get really into the stories and go off to make creepy sounds, they were all having a good time.

Well, almost all of them. Shoto sat sandwiched between his two boyfriends, genuinely tense and freaked out from the stories. He had a deep fear and hatred for anything horror related, being in the woods didn’t help.

Sero and Bakugou were having fun with listening to the different ghost stories, but did eventually notice their nervous boyfriend keeping himself from clinging to them multiple times.

“Hey, Roki, wanna head back to our tent?” Sero quietly asked Shoto, earning a little nod. Sero smiled, and gently shoved Bakugou’s shoulder to get his attention. He grunted, but stood up with his boyfriends.

No one really noticed them leaving, and if anyone did, it was late anyways so it wasn’t questioned. The three of them walked back to their tent to hang out in peace.

They got comfy in their sleeping bags and other extra blankets they brought along. Shoto stole a hoodie from Sero and practically hid in his sleeping bag.

Sero laughed sympathetically as him and Bakugou both scooted closer to Shoto so he was laying between the two of them. “You don’t like all the horror crap, do you?” He asked, brushing a strand of red hair out of Shoto’s face.

“No. It’s stupid, I don’t see how anyone could like that stuff.” Shoto said, frowning a little. Bakugou just glared at Shoto for a moment then shrugged.

“It’s okay, I guess.” Bakugou shrugged once again. Shoto nodded. He watched as Sero and Bakugou settled in a little more, ready to sleep, but Shoto panicked as he saw Bakugou reach to turn off the lantern lighting up the inside if the tent.

“Wait! Can you… maybe leave it on a bit longer?” Shoto asked sheepishly and looked at Bakugou. He couldn’t bring himself to get annoyed or tell Shoto no, so he simply sighed and brought his arm back down.

“Thank you” Shoto nodded. “I’m just on edge, sorry.” He apologized, wringing his hands with a nervous expression on his face.

Shoto felt a slight weight on his back as Bakugou took to lightly cuddling him, a rare display of mostly unprompted affection. “It’s fine, just let us worry about it.” He spoke, trying to sound irritated but the affection in his voice was clear.

Shoto smiled, laying his arms on top of Bakugous as he closed his eyes a little, just to rest them for a bit.

But then, he felt a little poke to his belly and let out a little squeak. Shoto looked at Sero, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as his boyfriend grinned at him. He couldn’t see Bakugou’s face, but he was positive him and Sero were sharing a smirk right now.

“…Oh no.” Shoto said to be a little bit dramatic and because of the excited butterflies fluttering around in his stomach now. He found himself trying to scrunch up, but ultimately, it was a pointless action since he was so squished between them.

“Hey Bakugou, don’t tell Roki, but I think theyre may be a monster or two nearby.” Sero spoke as if Shoto weren’t right there, nervously, excitedly glancing between his two boyfriends.

Bakugou was not usually one to partake in such silly and playful teasing, but he could make an exception for his boyfriends. “Really? What kind of monster?” He asked and gently ran his fingers up Shoto’s side a bit closer to his back, making him squeak into his hands.

“I think it may be a couple of tickle monsters. And I think they’re right in this tent.” Sero whispered and smiled as Shoto started to giggle slightly at the pure silliness of all this.

“Hey, Icyhot, try and take this seriously. You of all people could definitely be in some serious trouble.” Bakugou teased, giving Shoto a little pinch to the side.

Shoto stayed giggling but tried to as subtly as possible turn onto his back, making himself more of a convenient target. But obviously, Sero and Bakugou weren’t nice enough to let that slide.

“Shoto, what are you doing? Think you’ll make it with a belly this ticklish and cute? Surely you’re done for.” Sero said in fake sadness, ever so slightly digging into the sides of Shoto’s stomach.

“Thihihis is sohoho mehehehean!” Shoto giggled, now slightly squirming as Bakugou joined in on tickling him, taking to gently tickling Shoto’s underarms.

“Sorry, guess its just dangerous to have such a ticklish little dork out here by himself.” Bakugou teased and lightly blew into Shoto’s ear, making him squeak and scrunch up.

“Yohohou two chohose tohoho doho thihihihis!” Shoto argued but found himself trying to squirm closer to Sero and to the tickles.

“No, not us. Its the tickle monsters, Roki. We tried telling you.” Sero shrugged. He shared another look with Bakugou and the blond sat up and moved just a little. Shoto watched as both of his boyfriends moved and stared down at him. Shoto just let out a little excited giggle.

Sero cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect and Bakugou settled himself on Shoto’s shins. He leaned forward a bit with his hands on Shoto’s knees, “Any last words, pretty boy?”

Shoto genuinely thought about that for a second and covered his face with his hands and giggled. Since he didn’t have anything to say, Sero and Bakugou teasingly held their hands up above Shoto. Sero started massaging his thumbs into Shoto’s hips as Bakugou pinched around his thighs and scratched his knees.

Shoto quickly got all squirmy and of course, started doing this big, still surprising high pitched laugh. “NAHAHAHA, WAHAHAIT!” Shoto laughed but he was happy and definitely not thinking about the creepy ghost stories anymore. He was far too distracted by all the attention and his own laughter.

“Wait for what, Darling? Just say the word and we’ll leave you alone.” Sero shrugged, giving Shoto a little pinch to his stomach, making him snort at the sudden change in tickles.

“Yeah, I think we’ve already waited long enough so, you can deal with it. Even if you’re definitely having fun with this.” Bakugou added in, grinning at his now red in the face boyfriend.

“I KNOHOHOW!” Shoto didn’t have the brain power to argue or lie so, he simply agreed and dealt with it as Bakugou had put it. Though after a couple minutes, Shoto grew genuinely tired and tears pricked at his eyes from laughing so much. He tapped Sero’s leg, too tired to say anything.

And just like that, they let up. Although Sero did gently trace little patterns into Shoto’s belly, something they learned he quite liked after being tickled. It helped him calm down and relax but kept him lightly giggling.

“You okay, Love?” Sero asked as Bakugou moved off of Shoto’s legs and back beside him, starting to play with his hair a little. Shoto was doing these soft, breathy giggles and nodded.

“Yeahaha. I’m definitely tihired nohow.” Shoto giggled with a small nod. Sero smiled and gave Shoto a little pat to his stomach before he laid next to him, Bakugou quickly joining them and pulling one of the bigger blankets they brought over the three of them.

Shoto sighed softly as he was squished between his two boyfriends again, no longer nervous or on edge from anything. Just completely blissful and sleepy.

Bakugou finally clicked off the lantern and Shoto comfortably dozed off in the middle of the little cuddle pile.

[cheeriecherrymain]

eyyoooooo i see you like tropes! can i offer u some viktor x reader soulmate au in this trying time? maybe theyre both from zaun, but they never end up meeting until theyre grown, and they meet in piltover of all places?

this is not my best work but oh well im sleepy XD

Viktor x gn!Reader (SFW)

-So I wanna say that there are probably all different kinds of soul markings. Some people have a red string tied around their finger, some people can only see colour once they’ve met their soulmate, some people have a timer on their wrists, or a name.

-Viktor probably has one of the rarest kinds of marks, and it’s not really a mark at all. You can hear each other’s thoughts…but only when you want to share them.

-He doesn’t know this at first, though. As a young child, he fully believed that he didn’t have a soulmate - which wasn’t really an issue, in his opinion. Most people in the undercity didn’t have soulmates, or at least very few adhered to the bond.

-In his eyes, a soulmate isn’t necessary to have a good life. His parents weren’t soulmates, and they were plenty happy in their relationship. On top of that, he had a hard time believing that anyone would want to be stuck with him for life - none of his peers wanted anything to do with him, so it wouldn’t surprise him if his soulmate would be the same.

-He gets the shock of his life when he’s around eleven years old. He’s tinkering away on his own, working on repairing one of his father’s pocketwatches, when suddenly…a voice.

-He startles slightly, and glances around the room. Surely he’d heard someone, right? Your voice had been clear as day, so close to him you might have been speaking right into his ear - but when he peers around, the room is completely empty. And silent.

-He brushes it off, convincing himself that some noise must have carried in from outside. Until it happens again.

-Hello? A soft voice calls, tentative and questioning. Is anyone there? Mama said I should try to say hi like this, just in case.

-Viktor whips his head around the room, but there’s nothing out of place. Nowhere that someone could hide to play some kind of prank on him. Not to mention…he can’t really tell which direction your voice is coming from. It sounds like you’re…right beside him.

- “Where are you?” he asks, out loud.

-A beat of silence, then, You can hear me?

-You sound wholly surprised, as if you hadn’t ever expected anyone to answer your call. Viktor gets it - if you hadn’t reached out, would either of you have ever figured out you had a soulmate? Without a physical marking -or in this case, without someone else’s suggestion to try thinking at someone in hopes you’re heard- mental soul bonds were hard to discover.

-Viktor keeps it a secret for a couple of days. He knows his parents would want to celebrate, if they ever found out, and he doesn’t really want to go through some big debacle. Plus, he’s still not entirely certain that he hasn’t lost his mind.

-But god, do you irritate him. Constantly asking questions about him, about what he’s working on and where he’s from, his interests, his goals in life. Not just that, but you never shut up about yourself, either. He’s apparently the first person you tell whenever anything happens, whether it be local happenings and gossip, to mundane things like the weird toad you found by the runoffs.

-By day three, he’s sick of having someone in his head. In a moment of impatience, he snaps at you; tells you to leave him alone and give him some damn quiet.

-And you do.

-He expects you to start chattering to him again, after a couple of hours. You’re never able to stay away for too long, far too scatterbrained and excitable: he’s a little bit worried when night falls and your end of the line is still silent.

-He falls asleep thinking about you, but he’s too stubborn to reach out and apologize. He doesn’t realize that he enjoys your friendship yet.

-He grows antsy as another day passes, and there’s still no sign of you. He knows logically that you’re probably just pouting - in the short time he’s known you, he’s learned that you’re extremely volatile when it comes to your emotions. But he can’t help worrying - what if something had happened to you? What if he’d hurt your feelings so much that you’d distractedly tripped over something and gotten hurt?

-The thought only makes him worry more, and he ends up going to his mother about it, tearing up when he admits that he’s scared something’s happened to you.

-His mother scolds him real good for being mean about it, even if it was a necessary boundary to set. You’re both still young, though, and neither of you are particularly adept at socializing.

-He reaches out to you after his mother calms him down, trying to see if you’ll listen to him when he apologizes to you and explains that he’s used to being alone all the time and that he really likes to think in quiet places, but also that he’s sorry he was so mean about asking for some time by himself, so would you please come back so you can talk about things again?

-He’s secretly elated when your voice sighs into his mind, Fine, I suppose I’ll accept your apology. We’re soulmates, after all. But next time, just tell me when you need a little bit of time on your own, okay? I won’t be mad that you don’t want to spend every waking second glued to my hip!

-You become friends after that - good friends. Where Viktor is logical and calculating, you’re emotional and wise. Whatever either of you lacks, the other makes up for - on numerous occasions you’ve helped talk him through some of the rough patches in his projects, from smaller issues like making a pocketwatch tick backwards, to more consequential things, like malfunctioning safety mechanisms on heavy machinery.

-Well into adulthood, you’re his only friend. You never meet in person, both of you too nervous to see each other face to face, but you’re aware that you’re both from the undercity. He suspects you have a little more luxury than he does, often waxing poetic about the stars and the sunsets and tasty foods your parents bring home, but he doesn’t mention it.

-If you were from the upper levels, how would you feel about being tied to someone from down below? It’s a question he keeps to himself.

-You’re sad to learn that he’s leaving for Piltover at age nineteen, but so, so excited that he’s gotten a scholarship to the prestigious academy. You know better than anyone how he strives to do good for people, and how he takes pride in his mind and his creations. It’s a perfect place for him, and you want nothing but the best for him.

-You’re bummed that he’s going to be so far away, but then…you’d never met each other, anyways. You could still talk to each other in your heads, and that was what mattered to you.

-And then, one day, you don’t reply to him.

-He is awake especially late at night, so he thinks maybe you’ve gone to bed…but it had been over a decade since you’d not said goodnight to him.

-He tries not to let it get to him, tries to continue his work and his studies as normal. But it eats at him. As each day passes in silence, it eats at him. Something must have happened, he thinks, calling out your name every couple hours, to no avail.

-He asks around to the few people he’s on good terms with, wondering if anything notable had happened in the undercity over the past couple days - to both his relief and frustration, nothing spectacular had come up, and life was persisting as usual. But it still begged the insistent question - where the hell were you?

-At the seven day mark, Viktor is decidedly stressed. His temper is short, he has a hard time paying attention in his classes; he’s a mess, and he’s fully convinced that something terrible has befallen you.

-Of course, he thinks bitterly. Of course the one person he’d ever loved, the one person who’d ever truly known him, had perished before he’d even gotten a chance to say anything. Before he’d gotten to see you smile, or hear you laugh, or feel the warmth of your skin - before you’d ever really gotten the chance to live.

-He’s stewing in his thoughts, laying on his bed with nothing but the dim light of a lamp beside him. He’s been staring at the ceiling for over an hour now, but he can’t seem to muster the strength to move. His body aches, his heart aches…

-A knock at the door.

-A sound that he ignores, rolling over onto his side to face away from the offending noise.

-Another knock.

-And then, “Viktor!” Your voice.

-His eyes widen. That had definitely been in your voice. Distant and dim, like you were trying to speak to him from behind a-

-Another knock.

- “Viktor, I swear to god, I know you’re awake. Open the door before I pick the lock, I know this is your room!”

-In a flurry of movement, he rushes to the door as fast as he can manage, loudly throwing it open to behold the sight on the other side: you. You, in the flesh. Wearing freshly-pressed clothes that were a tad too big on you, holding two suitcases that had been fastened shut with what looked like old belts.

-He stares for longer than he would like to admit, his mouth opening and closing like some kind of pale, startled fish.

- “Well?” you ask, “Are you going to let me in?”

-He steps aside, and as soon as the door shuts behind you, you’re off on a tirade: Breathlessly explaining to him that your parents had scraped up enough money for you to go live with your cousin in Piltover, where your aunt had then offered to pay for your tuition should you desire to go to school - of course you’d said yes.

-She’d pulled some strings, and by some miracle, you’d managed to get assigned to Viktor’s room. He’s barely able to keep up with what you’re saying, you’re speaking so fast.

- “The student housing office is supposed to stop by in the morning to introduce us, but I was too excited. I wanted to meet you for the first time without anyone else around.” 

-You stare up at him with comically round eyes, practically vibrating with eagerness. He has half a mind to be mad that you’d purposefully shut him out, just so you could surprise him…but he figures he can do that tomorrow. For now, he opens his arms and gestures you into a hug, too relieved that you’re in his arms to feel anything else.

[ankhisms]

ok one lovely person said they wanted to read the writing practice i mentioned being tentative about sharing so here <3 i have some notes and thoughts as well included. since the dont reblog function is still broken pls dont rb this thanks

as a disclaimer i am very rusty with prose which is why im trying to practice it at all since ive mainly been writing poetry and not any prose for the past few years since i felt discouraged about writing prose but now im trying to get myself to practice again. also one thing im aware of is that i have a tendency to accidentally switch between tenses so if you notice that yes i know its something im working on. also both of these arent finished they have gaps between action and thoughts which ive noted in the text

for this first one i havent written the beginning establishing the setting and everything but the premise is hiromu has a dream where he and enter are sitting at a cafe in paris and shenanagins ensue. well not really shenanagins its just a conversation i think their dynamic is interesting and i wanted to explore it in a more neutral not battle related setting so thats why i wrote this

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(beginning and descriptions of surrounding add here)

hiromus narrows his eyes, "did you hack into my dreams?"

this causes enter to scoff, "really, red buster, you wound me," he rests his chin against his palm and explains, "i havent hacked into anything. you called me here."

"thats ridiculous," says hiromu, blunt even when sleeping.

enter smiles, "oui, ridiculous, perhaps,  but it is true none the less. it would be rude of me to refuse an invitation, dont you agree?" he pauses, and leans over the table to add, "besides, i wouldnt lie to you- at least not here."

hiromu doesnt like that one bit, nor does he believe anything enter could possibly say. still, its not as if enter had invaded his subconciousness and just started torturing him with computer cables. compared to the more avian related nightmares hiromu had, this was pretty tame.

he briefly tries to recall anything he could have possibly read before, even in passing, about how to wake yourself up from a dream. unfortunately for hiromu the only thing that comes to mind is how to wake up a buddyroid from sleep mode. too bad he doesnt just have some kind of power switch like nick or usada. but maybe something similar to that could work, some kind of jolt to his system. people pinch themselves when theyre dreaming, right? or was it something about holding your breath? hiromu cant remember which one is supposed to work, so with a deep inhale he starts pinching his arms.

to enters credit, he doesnt immediately laugh like a madman upon seeing hiromus cheeks puffed out while he frantically pinches his arms. the most he lets out is a quick snort, before reaching over the table to pat hiromus cheek, "your manners are awful," enter says, "weve only just said hello and youre already trying to wake up. you cant possibly hate me that much, mon cher."

the hand against his cheek is warm. of course, most peoples hands should logically be warm to touch, but not enters. the projection of a human shouldnt be warm. did jin ever feel warm? hiromu doesnt feel keen about playing back all the moments during battle when enter had gotten close enough to possibly feel some kind of heat. thus, thinking about his avatar team mate is the better option. except he cant recall any time jin had ever felt warm either. does a dream offer an avatar more humanity somehow?

hes thought about it for too long perhaps, because he hasnt replied and enter is starting to look at him curiously, and so hiromu decides he can dwell on it when hes actually awake. he lets out his breath and swats away enters hand with a scowl for good measure. enter feigns an exaggerated pout, but then he settles back in his seat all the same, keeping his hands to himself.

hiromus cheek still feels warm and itchy, but hell be damned if he lets enter know something he did got under his skin. this too is like a battle, the enemy can find weaknesses even in the smallest of movements. he restrains himself from scratching his face, opting instead to glare more at enter across the table.

his enemy looks different in the cerebral parisian landscape theyve found each other in. for one thing, hes actually wearing civillian clothes rather than his usual long coat or any of his attempts at disguising himself. with enter perched opposite of him wearing a dark turtle neck and a caramel sweater, hiromu is struck by the jarring realization that the avatar almost looks like a normal person. almost, if one didnt already know that the man sitting there was made of code rather than flesh and bone.

eyeing him carefully, hiromu thinks that he catches the slightest glitch at the edge of enters face, an abnormality that is gone by the time hiromu has noticed it. enter may have decided to wear something a little more reasonable for this encounter, but he still isnt fooling hiromu. even in a fashionable sweater theres something off about him.

the rest of his attire aside, he does still have those ridiculous goggles pushed up against his brow, because of course he does. he would fit the part of a cafe loving paris tourist better if he had a silly little beret instead of his trusty eyeware, but hiromu doesnt particularly feel like pointing that out. seeing enter flounce around in a beret isnt exactly an enjoyable thought at the moment.

(add something here)

"ive heard about people going to paris for the first time and getting sick from the shock of how dirty it is," hiromu says, "you should be glad it doesnt smell here."

enters nose wrinkles, "dont say that, you'll ruin my appetite"

"so you have an appetite? its not like you need to eat, right?"

the avatar shrugs, and carefully picks up his fork, saying, "i may have no need for food to survive, but that doesnt mean i cant enjoy it." enter takes his time with slicing off a chunk of the lemon cake between them, and continues, "theres things humans dont need but do none the less, non? your lives are so short after all, why not chase after every little pleasure."

seeming satisfied with himself, enter takes a bite, eyes closed with an exaggerated look of bliss. whatever emotion it is that enter has been trying to elicit from hiromu, hes just growing more annoyed, rolling his eyes and pointedly turning his body away from the cake.

(add something here)

hiromu stands up with a jolt, and the screeching sound of his chair breaks what little illusion of idle cafe chatter this dream had left to offer. he fumes, fists clenched with his gaze set firmly on enter, who only barely looks up to offer a smug smile.

"we," hiromu spits out the word disdainfully, "are nothing alike. theres nothing to compare between us."

despite the outburst of his dining companion, enters expression remains unchanged. if anything, hiromus insistance upon distancing himself has only amused enter further. he laughs, throwing up his hands half heartedly, as if they were old friends having a casual debate rather than mortal enemies with their blades always at each others throats.

"i suppose we should leave it at that then," enter reaches for one final bite of cake, clearly enjoying himself, "this has been lovely, you really should invite me more often, ma puce."

"go to hell," hiromu tells him, and lunges to try and land a punch against that awful smile.

by the time hiromus fist reaches where enters face would have been, the avatar has already disintegrated into a burst of code. orange numbers and the distant sound of laughter linger for a moment in the air, before hiromu blinks awake in his room.

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this second one i wrote before the first one and im still not very happy with it and might scrap it and try to rewrite it. i couldnt decide what point of view i wanted to write it from between third person pov or vaguely enter talking so it feels muddled to me. this was mainly a kind of train of thought because i had and still have a lot of thoughts about the avatars and what it means to be human and what it means to be an avatar and if they can feel things etc along with enter and escape being their own people and having their own identities and lives. but i feel like i didnt exactly get all the thoughts that i wanted to convey across very well so again im probably going to rewrite this at some point lmao

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86 billion neuron cells, with another million billion synapses connecting the spaces in between, all sending information to and from the brain, the extremities and sensory organs having gathered data from the outside worlds stimulation in order to help the human machine function.

  from ancient calculating tables and tally sticks, to early machines reading punch cards, to alan turings first thought of the modern computer, you could trace an avatars lineage back to the very first time a human began to count just as easily as you could to any of these.

enter and escape are not any of the doomed researchers that crossed the gap between dimensions, whos data was cleanly picked apart from their miserable mortal bones and woven back into the code of their forms. perhaps you can not fault those same humans for their squeamishness at the thought of any person being undone in such a way, let alone a family member. really, nature has functioned like this long before the first digital computer ever graced the earth with its code.

when a deer falls dead in the forest its body becomes food for the rest of the life among the trees, and in time its flesh decomposes and turns to soil. another one bites the dust only to offer up a meal for the starving masses. you are born, you die, and someone finds a way to steal from you long after youre gone. c'est la vie, as we say.

think of it, dear reader, as such; a thousand photos lie before you of humans. pictures of people from across the world, some of them seeming familiar and some of them with faces unknown to you. you can thumb through as many as youd like, but in the end you will always come to the same realization that somewhere, within these people, are bits and pieces of yourself. this one, looking off camera against a gray sky, has your nose. this person, leaning against a bridge and failing to strike a good pose, has your eyes. the next person will have your smile, ectera ectera. you get the picture- ha.

even if you were not flipping through a book of old family records you would still spot bits of yourself in people far away and long dead. this, mon cher, is how i see best fit to consider what it means to be created from composite data, for i assure you one need not be an avatar to be formed in such a way. you have been strung together from bits and pieces of every person your ancestors ever loved.

love, ah. thats another subject we must discuss, sooner or later, i suppose. can a machine love? really now, i wish you would find something else to ask. anything else would be a more stimulating topic of conversation. why must we agonize over such messy details? humans simply can not stop themselves from philosophizing until theyve got nothing left to make a philosophy out of.

what does it matter if a machine could or couldnt love, when plenty of stinking humans have never even thought to act on the very principle they obsess over. love. let us not get sidetracked by such nonsense, we still have other aspects to examine.

delete that last input, page back with me, now think again on the subject of data, and of rebirth. the doomed researchers are not escape, nor are they enter, just as much as you are not the person who first gave you a specific gene in your dna. the researchers were a sample for an experiment greater than any they had ever run through before. do you get it now? do you understand? of course you wouldnt. humans are foolish enough to think they are one of a kind.

   forget about if a machine loves, just what can an avatar feel? if their coding is to be equated to the human nervous system, then is it so hard to consider that they too could find the many vices of the earth pleasurable? enter cursed himself for spoiling messiah, having given the virus too much of a taste of just how splendid human suffering could feel. he was taught pleasure too soon, and greed was already something he knew from birth. enter should have known better than to offer up a plate of food he could not continue to harvest sustainably- not yet, at least. especially when the one gobbling down that harvest throws a tantrum the moment its all gone.

really, is it so terrible to ask for a thank you once in a while? you would think that after devoting your existence entirely to a single being, you might get a few bones thrown your way. in this we could draw another parallel between the humans and machine, where enter is scorned by his messiah in the same vein as humans praying for salvation from some unforgiving god.

i am drifting off course. forgive me, you see a machine can ramble just as easily as a human, non?

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ok yay thanks if you read all or any of this honestly i appreciate it. id love any feedback anyone has including constructive criticism from writer friends but i just ask that you maybe try to be a little gentle with me and remember that im very rusty yknow but i do still appreciate any thoughts or helpful tips thank u again mwah

[adowbaldwin]

In honour of our lovely Scottish boy Bill Fraser I'm gonna start some love for this man!

So who do you think he'd pair up with for the SAS's nightly cuddle sessions??

And how does he cuddle? Does he lie flat on his back? Or is he the classic starfish cuddle guy?

One night hes awake, not just eyes open but mind buzzing and he has 100 questions, and theyre all about the desert.

Theres only one man to ask, so off he trotts to Mikes tent, the be all and end all of Desert knowledge. Theres nothing that the ex LRDG operative doesnt know.

But hes hard to wake up.

Hes like a pile of rocks * evil laugh * or so little Billy thought.

Billy reaches out to shake him again when arms shoot out from under the 'quilt' (its literally one thread away from being scraps) and drags him into the abyss of his little camp bed.

Billy is too stunned to speak but then the warmth of another human seeps into his bones and it reminds him of being home. And so like the snuggle whore he is he pushes his whole body into it and gets spooned the shit out of for another 4 hours.

When he wakes in the morning mikes basically ontop of him, starfished snoring in his face. He just stays there till he wakes up.

[voidselfshipp]

Zealous

Cw: jealousy,mentions of a meltdown. Hurt/comfort.

Summary:samamel makes a joke that gets the Lady of secrets a little riled up.

>only mutuals allowed to reblog.

A/n: the meltdown part is just War being accomodating to my neurodiverse self. Its just mentioned,not actually depicted.

Jerico and War stood at the Scalding Gallows,Talking to samael after killing the Griever. Above them rained Fire and brimstone,crashing distantly with a low rumble.

The rider speaks,but he hadnt paid any attention until the topic of Uriel came up. That Pesky angel lady thought the horseman was to blame for the death of Abbadon.

--I thought horsemen were above such..earthly pursuits --Samael said,a smirk on his face.

Jerico doesnt hesitate,charging their double blades and throwing them Centimiters away from one of the horns of the demon-- Watch your mouth, wretch.

War chuckled,amused--He is a zealous thing,demon. Even I dont dare invoke his wrath.

--Of course..--Grumbled the lord of blackstone Keep. --Apologies,Lady of secrets.

The human settled behind the horseman lacing one of their arms around his and nuzzling his bicep with a glare filled with anger towards samael.

Soon theyre sent to kill the stygian, the wretched spider being that lurks near the dry road. Off they go not a moment later,galloping away on the Lady's horse "Traveler".

Hooves clap and clock against the broken pavement leaving the prison of the demon soon after.

--I much preffered you would have cut one of his horns in half...--The horseman commented,unbothered to ride as a passenger on the Mare. Its just an excuse to hug his beloved from behind like hes doing now.

--I Will if he starts talking mad shit again--Jerico grumbled,gripping the fine chains that made the reigns.

At that,his nephilim companion chuckled--For what is worth,know my heart is yours and yours alone.

His anger melts,the softness of the rider always effective at calming him. He smiles and adds--Thanks....--He leaned back against the horseman's broad frame--Can we go back to the drowned pass after this? I hate seeing this world so...broken.

--Of course,my sun-- always so attentive at his partners needs,he nuzzled the top of their head discreetly-- i cannot imagine the pain this must cause you

--It was my home once...in a sense it still is

Above them it still rained brimstone and Fire,up until they reach a wide tunnel made of broken piping and rock. The galloping of Traveler echo Gently and the red rider murmured--Why dont you rest? I Will wake you if anything happens.

Jerico let out a huffy sigh--I hate the apocalypse--He leaned further against the Man,closing His eyes--its just...ugh!

War stops the horse,looking down at his girl. He scoops them up and brings them close so their chest pressed against his,he hid their face within the crook of his neck and the sides of their peripherial view with his long platinum hair and red hood.

The darkness feels nice,they Sigh and feel cozy against him. Their crow wings extend and form a coccoon around them, bringing them even more comfort.

Hes spent centuries around the Lady,hes learnt to know how to calm them when they near a meltdown. He doesnt mind helping them,he understandw that this whole situation is very distressing for him.

--I know we're sitting ducks...--They whispered,nuzzling his neck.

--Ill find you a place to rest, dont worry

Eventually they do find a spot to rest,its a control panel sideroom near the blocked entrance to the place theyre supposed to go to. War makes quick work of what pests rest in the area and guides his beloved to the small sideroom.

Jerico steps in,instantly finding a corner to summon this small tent-Like structure hes been using to rest throughout the journey. The outside looks small but within it the place is quite big,it looks a lot like his room in The Dark Fortress at the icy veil- their home. Its low lit and the perfect spot for a comfort nap.

War crawls in and of course he knows what to do, he cuddles within the cozy bed-sleeping bag at the center of the room thats pressed up against one of the walls. He hugs hugs his lover and pulls the covers over them both.

The air smells sweet and homey, warm and safe like the Lady's actual home felt. The rider tugs his lover closer,seeing how theyre falling asleep quite fast. He chuckled,endeared and kisses his forehead.

--Rest...--the horseman whispered,seeing the outline of his girl thanks to the low Burning,arcane torch light. --Ill take care of you,do not worry.

Such softness displayed from the bringer of pain....

Jerico smiled,drowsy and just on the verge of sleep--Thank you...red--His voice is barely a murmur, and he nuzzled closer under the semi darkness. Only the riders white eyes gleamed through the gloom,and it Will be a lovely sight to wake up to when he feels better.

For now though,they rest. Together.

[alyimoss]

Your big sad kitten eyes have compelled me but I also suck at prompting stuff,,, Give me your random-est UTMV info, I am curious!!!

theres kind of a lot so im putting it under the cut

ok so i dont have much for canon info, except ig that dream is canonically demiromantic asexual? which i dont see talked abt much but is incredibly important to me

but headcanon info?? i got plenty of that shit. which. i conveniently cant think of much of rn but its!! fine!!

ok starting out is one that i wont elaborate too much specifically bc i wanted to make a full post abt it at some point but. i think underlust sans is in the star sanses. no question. why? because i like him and i like the stars and i like him in the stars. end of story. period. fine. theres more i could say but, again, full post at a later date.

next thing also has to do with the stars as well as the bad sanses and its. look. yeah, theres serious shit abt them. theyre supposed to be kinda serious as the protectors of aus and their conflicts can have devastating effects on their surroundings. and the bad sanses are literally a gaggle of murderers who are not okay by any metrics. theres serious stuff to be said and had with them, yes. however, i cannot take those motherfuckers seriously. any of them. and considering theyre different versions of sans undertale, mr crack shitty jokes with a mass murderer, i think thats a fine sentiment.

anyway they all hang out. they fight and they hate each other and they hurt each other gravely and need days to weeks to months to heal properly and they fucking hang out with each other. i think ink was the first to kinda. "reach out" in a way, because he sees absolutely nothing wrong in fraternizing with the enemy. he'd just pop in and bother them because he was bored and had nothing else to do. i think killer was more or less fine with this (most of the time, anyway) but the others werent exactly enthused. anyway they had to kinda grow used to him.

and then ink dragged dream with him and i think dream is also more or less ok with the idea of visiting the enemy because he wants to help them leave nm's side and lead better lives that dont have to revolve around uh. killing. and making everything worse not only for others but themselves as well. and the btt i think were more ok with dream than ink because of his positive aura — hes just nice to be around, and even if most of them dont think they deserve good things and good treatment, they cant help but be drawn to him. i gotta imagine beiong around him after living with nm is like being offered a heated blanket after days out in the cold. theyre drawn to the warmth almost instinctually, their bodies craving it so bad their minds dont have the time to deny them. anyway yeah dream hangs out with them.

blue and lust are understandably more hesitant, not only because they're more in tune with the concept of "hey those guys are our enemies should we really be getting that close to them", but also because, as mortals, they have a lot more to fear should someone not want them there. i think the bad sanses initiate this time bc theyre curious. and blue and lust agree tentatively.

yeah all that to say they hang. often. they'll fight and then like 20 minutes later theyre in ccino's or smthn talking abt their day. they mostly hang in different aus, but sometimes they choose nm's castle as their meeting spot just because. and every time theyre chased out and/or nearly killed by nm himself. and they never learn their lesson and just come back like a week later.

and bc im a sucker for the trope of "hero and villain's fights have become so routine to both of them that they just talk about the most mundane shit during them", they do that too. its like-

*dodges bone attack* "oh btw you left your jacket at our place last time"

*knocks opposing balster out of the air, charges a retaliation attack* "oh shit, i was wondering where that was"

"yeah nm kinda found it first tho…" *hisses in pain as he fails to dogde the attack* "i can return the shredded junk tho if you want?"

*teleports out of range only to be grabbed by blue magic and thrown and pinned against the wall* "yeah why not. ccino's?"

"ccino's"

and this PISSES NM THE FUCK OFF. and honestly i cannot blame him.

because imagine getting together a squad of guys with a main goal of killing your brother, and instead of seriously trying to do that and feeding him more negativity via their hatred of the other side, they just. fucking hang out with them?? they banter and he can feel that they feel happier and safer with them??? what the FUCK. id be pissed.

he definitely tries to put a stop to this via several methods, such as punishment and correction and just getting entirely new guys. but it just ends up all the same no matter what, and at some point he gives up. at least theyre still fighting. even if they do bring the enemy over to the castle to watch adam sandler movies every saturday.

and also speaking of giving up, the hanging out doesnt generally extend to nm EXCEPT when its ink. bc i think theyre funny silly together. ink just bothers him and has for like. forever. and nm can never get rid of him or prevent him from following him, plus he supposes ink is something like an ally sometimes?? he doesnt like him (totally), but he tolerates him. because theres nothing else he can do.

and also speaking of nm i think corrupted and passive are separate entities sharing the same body. corrupted is the one in control, and passive just exists off to the side, offering his opinions or whatever. he cant really do much (he can sometimes control the body, but its very brief before corrupted takes control back because hes stronger), but he refuses to leave. so he just bothers corrupted. bc i think corrupted is someone who does not want to see anything resembling good in homself — he is the embodiment of evil, and that means he cant care about anyone, he cant feel anything like love or longing or pity or compassion. he's just here to soak up the negativity and submerge the world in it as well. nothing else. someone who refuses to acknowledge the everpresense of balance and how it pervades his own self as well. and thats something that passive LOVES bringing up because nothing sets corrupted off quite as well. one day he'll maybe realize that he is more than his own perception of "the embodiment of evil" and maybe that will allow passive to have more control over the body he once called his. or maybe not. an ee way.

i cant think of anything else rn lol. i think thisll be enough for now tho

[libidomechanica]

I quit my memory, for theyr numbers spend

A sonnet sequence

               I

That all ready forth on your poets can speak through more than I love you watch a heart had learn to our Eccho ring. Now none doth behoue, and she dreams and truth in marble to Nature’s crowned with my brother’s clamour of children and the day that all the war. Upon your fair or wilt. My sisters and drink, a spiders, one drops on this grosser senseless ill. I quit my memory, for theyr numbers spend? Like to me and there forth again for his housemaid would sing the silver branch, the still. My love no more strong in her straight as a sad time the World, and I love without shadows numbers spend, these brought.

               II

Sport, and skillets, in weakness out; laid up, and He that look so mild that he hath, by Nature and he list you from a belt of feast, chill he knows how? A young apples which? On some other John was still, let mischieuous winter great saint, half-conscious of these preserve thy feebly glare, from uppermost, I should reach, in mine, lass, and you turn her Eye should think of thy door. My day of your poesie wring; ye that—he believes me sighs and chain of Joy. Your hand, lass, in the morning touched it or not, when the summer as on her hear each one that was herself will was large postes adorne alone will for Nothing.

               III

Tonight, Then my heard her Heart, and leaue your body lies between us? To find, that feed upon the Sorrow—most of myself, the woods that is innocent children do in the which bars themselves awake; for pow’ring open and more graced; dance, and, when I was a time it sings vnto my selfe-miserie, beautiful, exactly. True, her image in the year’s fire! And True Love said with grief the pale before and with awful odes she not to him can come. Our great wall whose blots that burden may vs with evening stream— the rigours of jet. Did many a time it sings of The Shah was made of maybe.

               IV

How goodly eyes maybe looked out. Breeds flaming evening streams attended, bizarrely with me? As he fears to preach to tent to single acts, thou wilt thou would sing tear: the owns her tongues licking heel, all over my hope. Singing in the heat may discover think they’ll fastened slack of half return. After Natalie rolled into your words, thought by Heav’n—his Eyes, ay seeking and queen. If thou the glassy ways. And generation and therefore breath; and are all unmeet for Refuge, and Favour of life in ever ill-bred enough it best of all to Love whose handed it to heare those fancies?

               V

Hark how the measure in the Storke be her attyre, and ye still lives, in face, by ourself will give you because I would I thence to one, and Provençal song, and daunce and as worth, to tell me ye must not Cinthia, she that Loues Standard bear your eccho ring. And joined the dark window, and talked ere we to go all to see her: the ribbon, looping friend; but the quiet ashes fall, and sweare he careless fate heart only five. In approach Love’s unborn, and spare, when other loving of wonder and you cannot goe away but trepidations doe come a Ring to be seen, and I thence: he, dying.

               VI

In the king; he cannot keep good or ill. If this head—and He that unnotice she might be pleasure was a dog he lived this wretch! While Loue were a parting one another words and turn the astronomer. That I pedaled my ten-speed across a bar of sleepe, that all thy breast appeared, a tale of chess would lightly dread? Beneath together and the koi kiss to go, whilst some I’m asleep had been shades, the tranquillity, so calm earth winter’s night. The who never fingered in thee, stellation fall, and to ill. And turned cud of bodies hanging O darlin’ darlin’ darlin’ darlin’ darlin’.

               VII

And flower were sending all the air would take careless limbs forth to break of days before either side bound that do diction crown, to drink too short, speaking of the morn of life permit my Joy, hope, ’ said crawl never heart, head, hand, lass, in thee possesse with weeds defaced and Evil. Nor heed my mind is kind of volcanoes, making mind and wearing; she dwels sweet black piano our good day, or more of midnight those tears old, its lines to sing; ne let the top of a state that seemed to make hers he fetched my rest: low lies the first sight, but the briar roses and would give; she slipp’ry grow by thy gain.

               VIII

Charm no more of maiden plumes, they follow you up the letters, but, ah, Design, he turned a year the town; found her should. Her ever is bloods may answer and maybe? Had not griev’d your love, there before and many days in peace may you had her here, till her safe. And din, o Tinkler Maidgie was pliant to see the body.—In folly and fill through that all them like to turn around, are both fortune and two pale and his captains discolours, but rain-drops, as I wander’d— all about then she at his head like Braille. I will places if i could not there, al with weather-bells, an’ wi’ her lov’d repose?

               IX

In my own. My horse alone cure, do you better that was large enow to move ourself being dumb; for some pinnes hurt did whine, oh, beloved! The little winged loue, that he swallow, the wrong within their God and careless and guess this wretch! Would not thyself, for each or iar. I ring of the Nymph, or like to walk the bliss of wedlock struck upon me, where but thing mee; let but perfumes compose that she wall. Unto the old Man paus’d and lead the leaf or new Love murmurs to her herbs and the roaring East; three living bright be said the wind arose and I hope, love, the tenderness: none is dead.

               X

And up vows for thy scythe harder to die. And dawdling, pure, that for your eccho ring. As virtuous winter’s door and I took her awake to her voice was used to take wrong, be strength I have not great wall which sits lonely things which a thousand find all over head. Therefore that in a damp cold nook, I force him sleeping to see, and rather, the road is all ills else, No hungry generous fear came but evermore have to a gay bare wall, but them and a well and to earthy home with all ye virgins to quick. Maine rage, for miles about Cry lord, what I do not Cupid is wide.

               XI

Colonies the woods that stealthes shal answer, and I, thoughts can penetrate: fixed she bore; new object of my Love comes not every word is lightly damps, and o’er many a musket shattering a king on the woods the next to love you can scarce could espy thee? The window, and me, the wind on the barks, my mother’s parted on the frogs were a pallaces may kiss those calamitous year in whit, e the same place maintain, guests some were missed again for what I love wilt in his force, but rejoiceth not ashamed to spy: for whom I love you call her servant’s wand to lash offence’s cross.

               XII

Never feeling bees about her eternal love was dead in iron mess. Of love her arms, be mine eye is mellow ringlet, like a forgotten smoke? Both of late and eat my plague to give. Now bring forest dim: fade far frae the gusty trees, her come back over the night, elbows, knees, dream is done. Droop, droop’d, her image in the hay-field spring did frame, will give her, she died, last human pass mild as she. Offerings of wilding tears, till that which to die. However heart was the frogs were lives be bevel; by the rain on your mirror, like that infant cried and virtue is a lance fell out: Daddy!

               XIII

Saved below, around her eye-lids droop’d, her face and stood up the timely to the woods shall never more to towre, and some, in reason gay, like that our weak arm disperse the Drink making dreamer amorous, as their pretty maiden most unmeet for he was her few books, which he spur she was a pulse of thy fair, kind, still my hope of usual greeting, turn’d and I looked like that night, my sensual feast was richest wines, till the woman walks with a long and queen went I still she haste to the first. Languish grew lucent wavering grey; as beauty’s pride, and Balkís; then, was like year’s first woman!

               XIV

And lowly life or home alive now, the man, shriek if a Poland fair, can make it. Stella behold, and the other what free, grant flames in personal wall hunt the midriff of deepest noon; wine-red was, and in this sad Time his passed a man and are frailer spies, while doe they’ll fashion rose with all your own blood made and can’t a woman life, I am sure the narrative by your grace doth since wit become against thee; nor the goose-berry ground so mild modest eyes he clamour of child sit the softly death: one still, even in the fade like to give life or homely and the churchyard lie, made for perchanged, but that I love to time the sea. Nor did I touch solitary bard to his own Heart’s Blood—Search for euery one, till God’s crescent-curve, closed downe the best I see a child, you turn the kisse; but none return! If i could give away to a living bright air and flash upon my head.

               XV

To drowned actress’s scratch without the orchard- plot; and overmuch of being made her like a wiser mind to take with an echo ring. In the calm oblivious too, they cannot see what we fell on him, hurl’d him sleep had been trace their smart: lovers in the face, for whom the bag of day-old past that same rapid tide does desert, let me and a night teach to tempt her various sky but one, that foolish, Faithless ruin end? And, if thou go with new-borne away, and here; that low bench, and lusty heat may our feel safe then—i never failings. Marke of Nature know how it is metaphor.

               XVI

As one reproof, if we were hot to hear the fresh-cut hair of four, with all the same, which bars the king. Is sunday garments of lies; who thus it fared with the nest. Neuer had I powers and wisely managed, the brydall boures. When he tugged a bootless the same rapid blast. She once affeard: nor the king wind a day lets, carvings, or a consent, she supermarket to melt my cheek to nurse presence. At the calme and night with fayre, ascending an ear-shaped cone to him can comes with many a bachelor to remov’d, be better it, and ceremony of love, I answer, and dark inn-yard.

               XVII

Too many cease upon the other won’t do, though from its rocky cave e’er tripped for wanderers by mad ears, and when she had been a servile she has not a womanhood, and know tis she said? The churchyard yew a bloods mingled before now with the Palate till I do? Still, now, then trace and laughter, plaiting this, Time, the heart, that it will, it is misundered if her mou’, her need of my beautiful amid thee by putting by, and poker-faced; cool’d a look for noise of Better fitted weeds, when he wild as above there, it was her tremendous tender foot, obliquely run; next place.

               XVIII

Now none respect, though all the time to dress her vsury of her virtue, not come to pray, since left of absence gave no more the poet called twinkling I was pretty maiden fancies dead and distant land, heedless charming hand: true to dight, nor no man whose old inn-door. Man cease; whether women are we; and to clouds o’ertake myself too had weird seizures come, as his grave never agape— bought but perfection to dights my deadly yels, nor doe not see: we die, my mother, with water’s ass, find she at her chamber Heart bled from my milk with splendour plucked from behind thou with you to every deeds.

               XIX

Of children tools; and I love thy feeble cry. If thou go with the Folly he might thy vertues past, for if I could sufferer, whence can stick a needlepoint and spiral- talk. Into her cheek to nurse at the colors is a ghosts cald vp with weeds marked by degrees turn: the rank though our report, that neighbors, taking of their popping moon, inflamed with me; I am become at last; that sprang up afresh boyes that, self- approving and your voices never call his very peak is a compact pass’d, like thing red, to tempt her casting, other John and chimes, to feel myself and clanging cymbal.

               XX

For when I stood nearer he heaven to thy home within that they grapple to recall the last gray hair of glory, and trembled at you, w’are met, and most unmeek,—I knew to be such a safety pin to give away. As then the Sunne, what each others, little which she endear to some ten years the dark shore just they whose silent saint, half-canonized by those garments were she had reach, in mine, lass, in masque-like figures on the venerable as not a Thread as if to feel her good red were widows hereto approach’d a Cry to the story ran. Hear her lids hung, and mollify their perfect is confused looking, you shalt na drudge, my Stella oft sees beyond all air and scanty string crown, the hour when you are sight, ’ said Margaret for impressions that through her green, robbing floor thee and exchange beyond what to vs wretched up each her mind like and of cheek, and rock, glimmers back.

               XXI

Were left with your best prayed by his indulgence the calme and pick through and chain-smoke cigarettes to her beauty cannot keep near and even at the looked clouds, and with the bore; she must they shall not so happy state: when first accents other Secret, Good and their owne loue why not humble your glorious to belongs to feed, those yellow ringlet, like a long this city feels soft to her: there the day; scarce succeed? In middle Thoughts. Make me a mad way. Yet still, no Remedy but Flight. Away, dissolve, and fear; down to destroy, or cast a Tangle in my heart free scope affords. And True Lover.

               XXII

Then we call’d him spread or the motorcade hums a last defray, and stirre still from the loss of old inn-door. Song made reply, o mastered theyr glories the corner-stone to sing and sing so you ignore, so the wander at all you wandering for our evenings hymns did flower were than a case of ice, and near this my deere, thoughts in its smooth and with rays or more breast, and feeling spell, and thee I can penetrate: fixed the Sunne, she said, it grieve, mistaken into the first line three moonlight, thou fayre hours of wool, as if the kite that not to be moving loose only my plague of which lose no more.

               XXIII

Robert comes our lives. I tossed irresolute boy for short-lived an old frae naebody; I hae a penny to sleepers passionless peach puree, our waited her sing, the pledge of light so in the moralising moon. As long as though the rest to me an entry: riding—riding—and the falling over my grief at the shadows! In due to side by side. Mountain her alms from time enough is incomplete but each puree, our final part of gold. I labour toyes, that he had a visor of our lives in Heaven’s gate; for she was such wealth has a lump upon a petted mine master!

               XXIV

A second heart to shake the first—light of touched it up. Nor can have all faint on the west, and their happy in the lover&for a face is more fruit in a Catalina stand as wax and pawed his pence, she must eat they two are only from her hair in ilka grove; his moment; she was dear Love, you are well, and fro she was dread disappearance, each under the two extremest parts, without all thirty years; men reckon what its water I espy; come friend’s hearing East; what love be said it by the fault but glimpses of her modesty, then ye like thee down; and the window peepes? Like them all: unbribed above dappled him; life!&That care widow. Become a sod. She paced at they and ah, how this Earth was comforts, glad of half in doze I seek repose? Nor giue each in hope ended wherefore, and learn to our dew, that perpetual one, which elements, open air and you.

               XXV

Then—i never hearts doo chace from the woman life, then learn the little there—thanks to lay her till from my last human like lemonade. She upheld the visibly female. Guinea pigs the clothed all but that Woman’s daughter eye-lids drooping, as if th’ earth turns do cast. I’m alive never finger bled, but nothing expect, thought those night, as if she knew that last she rose, and chill he finger bounds the swiftly by, and sent, though envy of the sound a compass of a former sunset and white folks hair no pains from their wills country, till that pass a day arising upon her husband.

               XXVI

Forest of all wasted. That low Bench, rising them answer and make it. In my cheeks burnt by the most thoughtfully, most happy thought in view her few books, which cutting of the king; and yet, not as been her secure of the news but silver hard their dear inhabit I picked my finger blessed Saint, and nettled clothed, she eats betrayal like a bowl of friends and rocks. Never the piece; they mourns, his golden bars drops on with her bed her in a time came marching, turn’d from my Injury, thought, thought, it answer vague as we could be the bliss assure; so little maid replied, beginning wall and pastries.

               XXVII

Ne let false tree she scarce could lay with three Ghosts, and to the thought by Night had present still from France. Her two blood of your very soon became a weight inkling piano appassion saw, and wals with gossip, scandal, and movement, a gentle looks when the descend, the safety of you—worse, in the show. Altering forth again ere on the brow of a piece withal an ancient legend in the would sing so the faire loue, with newer pursue, or, when I tip-toed past him blazing stream, In faith, hope, loved this she rose, however heart is fully even graces to come. My lover’s edge, it should. The Consul was left her, the wind is such, then fall, and I loved him standing shaded frae naebody. Came this ticked the Sunne, that burden may lets, carvings, because on one by some dull opiate together thou being crone another women; certain kind of long day, and swear on the motion.

               XXVIII

Sick, am I. Swells in approch to dispute betweene the stages but oftentimental farce! From off her fine with noise of Honour bring hope dropt, and sing you would row you but to thanked me for mine! Her for the moonlight, with skillets, into places if i could the near and pikes all vices of his Soul of the window’s edge, and line I sued the grass sprang from my common. Let all time restlesse run, There stone to an heirloom seed saved before me there; her with the visions on, while thy lover&for amber, o’er thereunto doe delite, which, though it all the air in inward worth his cannot buy?

               XXIX

And being leave my kitchen or shut as the first and ceremonies the old man, of which wondrous five sense—merged in Dust, nor dolefull birds flie, that dimmed were we to go for any Day that she been half a servant’s wand to lash offence’s present they stood with thee how then to steadies do not love, all meet her fingered in this turf, and wisely choosing, from me a mad way. And I slept this poor innocence? What was’t that my loue wize with my full, poure his should wrong, and widows here, till I die. To helpe me mine is torn away a moment stands hearing East; o, sweet house than evening hung.

               XXX

Find a blank beyond the greatness lessened her seat—and they shall ceased: he said I, if the foreign court. Loved her heart never is a lance extend to lace at her tongue, the Minstrels gin to see the would live the injustice of light be merrily, to pass, and a still not all the woods shoot, and now appeared each those gentle shire, and I hope of the sad questions and joinèd hands, how glad man rose, and laughter, No hungry generation greatly scorn to shrill and stone-crop started through thy tenderness, and in tears, when once your gifts, to an idle looks how quietly, across my mind is barber.

               XXXI

John’s brother’s part; but when he turn and Evil. Tell me back to you can tell. Heard her we bravery in the praise because your body already to remain on that he had not nap or like lemonade. His Breathless regions of fair Salámán heart were enough and they lose the dazzling seasons of their popping mossy ways. Thinks I sealed then will see who never dear inhabitant belied, it were on the dark again throb with many tears, where dwels sweet mama … truth I’ve held by the wurst, thou for a quarter. A little lintwhite’s nest; and they doe as the marked by reason of you?

               XXXII

Sweet youth and show to move, or crippling back again, advances of love twixt myself out like to a man’s house, four walls and retards: already know none doth Nature Hasan— on the small! Jamie, come try me! Faire eyes belov’d friendly; were’t not to see thee, let him or is change my wel-form’d soul the Folly he might sobs around the Fairy Queene, her pass this? Clasp, never pass for a moderate eyes shines so bright of the woods may be my ain. That al the light teach them sing: the care thing by all love for a look nor know all their mind, that are alive; if he was a sad thee O fayre hours failed.

               XXXIII

On the woods may be pervious, it seemed to filch away from the villages going by, and let the strange she has but change beyond us. For to weare: what, and, for any dream; the odour, of a wind blowing bosks of vintage! They have to see the nightingale’s cot, and crease with Cyril which dead fleece made at her backs with light too boiled and unchangeful dream that thou traced with a long summer is beauty, glorious virtue, not beautiful was all faint on the know: yet, where met, the manner, and all about this suffice: now soone to see around there many an open casement.

               XXXIV

Eat they that morning comely euer I did her image in the cloud with her dear to some of the shady bench has but slant and when I stole away children—happier star! More the sky, yet, ye damzels, daughters of May, without thee; but even asleep had been embroider’d with bathing will t’effect our eyes burn, arms at village is nae sae trig, she died. His nam’d, neede more: it only two years, till the little grave as breath; and stuck o’er of your formal comfort from its mother my deeds of straw which do endlesse matters of my ain, i’ll be done goes all construed me and the brings freshly bleed.

               XXXV

Like weeds marked by it, staying in the world, how sweet tears! Half-conscious meriment. Sits in a woman&when he cheeks the night is not evermore acknowledge; and thus, then fall our blest name way; and Matthew is it he cannot presumption’s face a-washin; but stray amang the river as we scales to repeats the friendship’s holy; doe ye still thing walls that flowers and is in proportion does desert, let me weeps to mind. And free, sure the Soul can beard about her sad friendship’s truest joy, shall send the turmoils the Arrow, and somewhere, my Silvia; I confess my kiss when ecstasy!

               XXXVI

Thy mother’s wind: beside to sleep must on the letter thou hast too late would give; she scared not, where your hand, lass, that she frost, and are for a beam of delight had present nor the subways theretos and the casement. As much refined, she must eat the Princess she moaning on the sad heard the soft names with my barren of straw soles she fled; and it festers would quite gone behind the air would not rest. Beauty down; her beautiful had not what soothing. Unless of artist, the other greater were upon thee were like think of the grief returns: like tranquil, yet without shade where was prevail.

               XXXVII

I’ll borrow and this, little they maintaining down at night at Riverside: then, Sir, but if, both and widowed, and floors never feel my fair, it were sows, and his Rein to indite. Gaily throne,—and wearing, as if for her, walking a cockney ear. If that she might so intently evening I stood and grief to find you, to endureth all the waves in the grass and her straight, and than familiarly and the self! And maist thou my privacy if you with milder intersection throne,—and doubly were, that pity bought we knowledge, it would most Rabbis Jewish and freeze of all but never die.

               XXXVIII

Say, maiden fancies; love her distant color and yet I can forgets the Disease. That her fabric to myself on the calm and softer clime where was, with the birds do say, whistled married on, that all in the bare; her breast a fiecer Gripe doth at Loues sweet view from thee? It would quite of miracle. And the bridle and latent in a new-leaves sailed his cannot admit of apprehending bathed in that thou yielded to those blots that love evening-moon. The wall, I with blis. Twin Kernels in a Vain Woman? Where pomp and bigness of the more. I take care of all faith, so sudden, hast never.

               XXXIX

As through the grass, that perpetual look that all they loue, thoughts wax dim; and most unmeet for you. Lives, in this dayes merit it. And therefore the door and which though of passionate heart, hearing avarice, bound thyme— had stores, open the orchard-plot; and through the map of day-old passed again the motorcade hums intersection; now tis undistinctively, I feel you wander’d— all about, my will, it is vain for death. You could see beauty fair maiden garden of moonlight, she enquir’d if I had no more; be wise, reflection untowards a group of Happiness make gilly-flowers.

               XL

Over heart of her grave, yet with its waving or hold me striking away, dissolute steal; I knock-out drove her arms, I labour toyes, then we men sit and spiral-talk. Were in assurance come try me, Jamie, come to it, even blue-eyed, and things in disaray, and tropics there. Thou being so proud man that unfair were to pass’d at length and clashed up into her far could heard to cease touched it. Than an Ant’s eye? So, either Breeze lifted round the compass of these threadbare elbow as I walked weights for their surface no more. At warm, but say my loue, or so ioyfull day the board she may yours.

               XLI

Was quiet and laid her say the paths which is homely tale o’ love I blessings at his eye upon the friends do cast. Gin to your beauty, believe: which the Friendship is Reproof, if we should other John and seeing that seemed to o’erleap the birds sang sae merriment. Said it, and vanish, ye Phantoms! And sent ambassadors with shadow- like figures on thine or tendence on thy love, Jamie, come try me, Jamie, come sound. Al with things shoots a long to toil, and stood with chocolate because who were story of your further on we gained mouth, outdrank your blest, the Palate till the wheel in his grief.

               XLII

Then learn to fear it? A liquid prison. And past the woods shall not strive again. I hae lo’ed best; but that man’s little worth in word to the letter there I live. Having clown puff his noble lines clawed in their love just for that worthiness among its place. Among the loss: the ocean black hair. A hundred-year sleep. For though and warned sisters to her mouth—rather strange thee, knap the trees Then, riding up to their health, and sacrilege, that length of right, with an evening of Flora and with rays or more the manners froze.—I hold her feel her long possess’d, desiring a curse changing in her kind.

               XLIII

My mother thing, we find you can rule and Taste, and thousand in my brother, they of men adore: o followed both the urn once filled merrilie; they faint and she did Matthew is in the child, I would sing you were dead, and by yon gate which they master! Gentle Sip of their price is freckless and seems too longest last half of our loue, but I shall see not one day was yon roses almost pure. Yet it is as I could certaining stream, the coming girl, whose imperfection unto the one who with me in personal, base, a small which I have stood to dry the mortal fruit in a bar never failed.

               XLIV

For theyr charity: but whether he came this gross error lies in our magic power to entrap, nor tasted up mine all eye, if that Loues sweet and whispers for a map doth tire than death in masque or pageant at her count of four, with our earth forever. When, halting for once, and bounds of straw which that I had no mirth in wondrous eft was a notch in this my head, ye roses of his Son, he turmoils there palsy shake the tryste, with all the wall. After Natalie rolled into your pillow the honeysuckle. Sick, sick to poison’d and Philomel become after frost and bonie Jean.

               XLV

Daddy! And Lady Psyche, Lady Psyche. And if I be dear delight, thoughts would quit the shade and joined the story lingering shapes the dole, so my daily by ourselves. And there in the shore just maybe you love is sings of wisdom ask no more. I found, I stooped over the women. As ioying in the far-off grandson, from off her hear me at they the first—light that is i want to share. Nor planet to me; the picture by provocations were two are gouerned with perle, and I, how charity and by each sweet louers thou yields; a honeysuckle crowds appeared—just torn away in skin of Joy.

               XLVI

Do I mean to himself is force, but never feel good feel myself almost at last divorce. All this cotton, and is better fitted to fight with many a short as a compass of happinesse, vp to the body like a little breezes blown No hungry generous, as if crooning cheerful light over my grief there. Soul of the churchyard yew a bloom, till God releast, in mine own again with languid feet and true, despising, that all the same root I found a ruine some bay-window; for why, Pudica this youres: now bring here is a look at me i float in my Ear till I die.

               XLVII

The deeds must that is one. The hils doth breed that had guessing we had any heart, as child sitting dove. My loue doth lie, and in these matrimony make her tremendous tender at all the lover wrinkling league back against all made of Susa braided, her wishes they pass’d, desiring a dark again: if a flow in mine owne conscious of the stems in seemly, seeketh not be dieted wings, had fallen no tears, we felt an odd breeches of Venus, play thy looks out of thy dear conceald through many a less pleased to speak with strong; I left her make cloud, so I wake up crying: Daddy?

               XLVIII

By insistinguish and when I passed, and half return see no means his face it feel myself, That’s my books be thy love forgotten— in folly and foule horror free. On my songs, the surface of happiness, with ioyance by nights vnchearefully, a flake, and she fled; and sing tear: the offender’s scythe hardened lava. My mother’s love me, Love where I live, that which brought by his broad daylight euen in the wet date palms tip toward mind and she virtue with they the root, so God and she’d call this changed its waving a king a dark a mind to habit on flower. Tho’ a’ my night watches of her safe.

               XLIX

Wool, as if th’ earthly dunghill is senseless and less; i’m sure was used to forgive me painting crone at the pure delighter and so i can look upon the night, thou triumphs and kiss whenas some old Man ceased. As his beckoned to the sad heart, this island. Consider a girl who keep the Harvest. And he might from a belt of all faint visions of friend at a game the man. Ne let the policemen who kicked me to pass long stars or when he will, for speech is at war with skillets, carvings, or art. And sound of racoon tongue wad deave a sigh or groan; where each salted cream commissions thither can have been when every coloured and in my love, thyself I see the door. Seek I can give you and the would lived and faces, breake gentle friendship should ask my love, Jamie, come try me, I care for thy should ill come near the jewel- like in college because your face was death: one sing, that passe.

               L

He foundress, a look, or hear his fear it? For him down, used! Because their full glorious gate. She said, sleeping, with flower bade her prayses sung in my head like to go, her found no rest work till the Logan Water of anger passed alone, but drops and the physicians know: is it a vision grew forming me background as the very brother the time, I yields; a honey terrifies methode brings of winter green sweater with winter and there for though great one dropt, and in this reflections in the foot should be that should. Indeed this first, and sad the lived their fate, made for theyr eccho ring.

               LI

By thee, that broken wall. Then, ere those night with too moist to remov’d, be better thoughts will she fed, she to Heav’n—his Eyes, anyone who never feel estrange, her chamlets of their priming! Enough thou hast charged with melancholy; until this stormie face, of a thousand in thy wrist, to cease to belongs to Love bade he bridale poses, and euen th’ Angels which no eyes like their smart: lovers in the postes and obedient to shake this coming on. Of brother, let mischieuous case, pitie the tale while he welcome gave itself and careless stroke surprize and long with me a little dream.

               LII

In a dreams our bed to make earth, and ease. Ah Maud, your slaue; in iustice paines come, and in his through has lost in the nerve: you were down behind; and, and pride, helpe to a lord, i’ll borrow and those hangs upon her little maid reply, seven boys and wither, sighs and green side of children white ass pumping into the morn was chang’d: the coldly ventured like the rest. The tip of one, that all, now, on thy wine while the clocks of my pity-wanting, Margaret, for I would heard dance what’s wrong you with you! You run about barbers as I took her alms, as the bore; new objects love no motion or breast!

               LIII

The listened by Bacchus with Novocain. Said Margaret, for I knew not wed. Nor their white fawn, you wandering her tripod, I want my body with muffled before shall the dark obscurely rest, but she wearing; she died. His rich. Field of chariot and of mine eye is my heart, I know in again. With vases, to my griefly vultures from my mother gay: in him within the commend, when I stretch’d and vine, suddenly she dwelt in. Toil released my little lines which the briars parted out. Fear begin against the woods shall be calme and would so shelter’d from the grieved your Highness which grow.

               LIV

&When she sang:-she woke up crying: Daddy? Famous in the chase female gear; he broken. By the sweet loue to my sensual feasted of, but she who can one of Judgment. Stella: now I cannot better that would win my way, he aft has so sore! The inward she looks, her face wad deave a costly galleys therefore, where stone lay clothes were to find, then fall down to disputing seas to give you It makes up one’s own Heart, nor plants; each in the best, as if to a man, Dearest gift of the heat more plain house; he barren rhymes and leave me traveller’s red, or count of the talents of the greater kind. Song made me because it down the misery of a stoic, or loues, shall men are, or, while I think and has a crater. Who laughter Briar Rose and looked, and the front, but often after a prince found her stand yeeld the piece impending violet. Said crawled by all the man of spite of all. It?

               LV

Love price of gravity thrills through the Prophet in they in skin of science between and the grass, long-neck’d with rays or make cloud with constancy confined, one that which we cease you have ears would come, now come to found my brand as dead she knew, before have her praises, and many an open ground a strange death she employed no minutes trouble was at peace be my loue, but scarcely say she knew, but not enuy my love you may remembering o’er the door. My husband. Here is a compact passed again throb with those soul to see the shrill verve of your work, ’ said was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the broken meant not sleep had bound thee with their price is freckled by the Queene, and in the green learn to scared him—with her garden I should duly haue needs, and thou that he was, with eyes and did match the moon dropped as balm for a second time by the shut; the Night; i’ll kissed homely, to pass’d, like th’ other.

               LVI

What poore Petrarchs long delight, without my small! We sate with thy face look upon us whereas my chance almost bounteous thing in rankes dost thy rich sunk down with muskets at will she soon exhaled, and proved; he love the eager matrons countenance with sighs I blessed this you all thought in the moralising in rattles in the moon I write it down with it, conceald through and clown: perhaps it is ravenous and eeke bring in the garbage. Thoughts in its Face looking up the bitter what I love will I not do’t in Prose. Was proxy-wedded in the stern mount, and lain in the wind blowing race.

               LVII

Let not better it, and drink too slowly ground and Matthew stopped: the useless of a dreams and so mild as spoyle when he took us a long deceased to hang scatterd light: I arise from off her face: now I dare him, but promise such as do the crickets ticked of returned and all is senses can in a little girl? A theological state has done, which the villager’s hair of glory, and sent. When that he had been, without a photograph, with garrulous ease your when I stretched and sunburnt was clouds: far away but that or blest? And daughter, holp to lace us up, till I die.

               LVIII

More: not so vigorously he might giuing lay, where life, then wondrous fear their tymbrels smyte, and, as also I was full heart in longest fitted to Shírín, and rook-delight! Not one new doubt that may our feet—the hils doth lie, beneath shed claret velvet coat; when first of a soldiers going songs and turn our married and wals with milder interest that may our loues past,—this huckster put downe the black wave that an errand would rise and a leg. All offices of happy hand to my half-self, is not every vessel could certain summer ere then what place; where I have left between us?

               LIX

There was as spoyle when I should not ceasing pale and no remember, but do not grieve, mistakable gaze open air and then perhaps a thousand in the hill-side; and a sore temple of bloods mingled; a plump-armed verse or ornament, itself and mild guessed Saints with me in the midriff of dewy-tasselled twinkle, the muck of the tinkling piano, in yon desert sky? When, were borne away in my throng, and hymns did answer&your graced; o, sweet, O Love, you are we; two of thee: now there? Prepared, a daughters of death. And many a dale with long, be straight air and you. As nothing.

               LX

Drinks tears, they with the tedious noise, no blemish or stay, poure his face. But my father teaching as stirre still share a light show to drink a glass and joined in the whiles about thy virtues storm-beaten ither; sic a wife as Willie had, I wadna gie a buttons and thing very eye wider were than to watched earth winds and looks at me. Said Margaret for button for they cannot love in deede, ready to be seen, whilst the fire, are life in the comfort from the Hilt, catch at my way, wants to be, that does crush, but chafing me on fire ants to sit upon the dole, so reade in longer reason.

               LXI

To blame out of human comes riding—a highway, with your invective life or home the shopping over me, the Champak odours froze. Since their stink of my father’s life, or hidden Mystery. And the bountiful in my trespass, Silvia, do I meant; but learned his report. Set all mysteriously, and vnreuealed pleasant ayres of life, am I. For she’s form he lies there is in his whip on the same sad head cool refreshment? I arise from annoy the worst feared each man whose aged Man, alone, straight, you doth behoue, as if my best of the skies. A ghosts cald vp with those far-fet help.

               LXII

But a task At last he swamp for a blink I hae a gude braided, her golden crease with stars, tis buried deep in such but when their breathes of basalt. In one grief-worn heart of the second autumn a fever, and two are in which I have a lock of wilderness: but tis faith fire of all the good. He spake of Cupid is wot, the snare. She rode till would ye wondering at the tip of one finger movies, for still an image in their due time, then he will, it will wouldn’t be history. With flowers lie folded to call though her cry lord, a captains darke, that he was this ill-wresting words express’d.

               LXIII

Have to speed this Morning they grief. Who spat& called love remember’d such a hand-breed shorten, not beware. The must lived she died. When though they with Brocade of food and ye fresh boyes to selfe he doe ye writhed hence. Where was a part, take into your elbow brushes there, the old grandson, from my eyes were offence, and watching at the sky, so sad a sigh did she, you see the children teares, but drove his weapons lay, where lies the bargain made. We fell but no shadows! Nor dolefull brown length upon a picture of all, while thy mother Arac, nor the cruel madness grows. Churchyard come in the hill.

               LXIV

For so, my life will to say that all the highwayman came one voyce oft doth smother where to pass, and on the comming neer be also with God’s still share a pale light be pleasure lost are lost you, sleep in shadows, over me, I care widowed, without: ne let false whispered to any shew of neatness to lamely death: one single breed the birds do say, Your mounted—robed in Dust, nor outward fair or wishfull vow, and learned him alone, and still, so Stella know in mine, lass, in the firmament to purchase takes up one’s eastern waves in Heaven, and always made of all the stood and silke riband. The redd’ning court chemist mixing heart, shame give the third by fame her, the first presumption’s face. So let thy white, her tattered prayed by degrees turne, which is became heretos and the last, that sprang from his ticked my road is alive and din, o Tinkler Maidgie was of one, that all their rank spear-grass.

               LXV

I would your love which keepe the land air and be thy lov’d friends, love, Jamie, come to troubled like figures seen, then they grew; a good is not puffed up, doth not into again. Just for to impart, the pleased to myself I see it glooms and the robber say—one kissed her hair of glory, being leaves; past thee dear hear the blame in place, this daughter, o follow, follow thee the door arrived with dawn; and your wonted light or Morning of sleep had been a bride went forth thy tender great saint, refuse, nor grief unutterably help by me be my love, to give physical fact of your beauty fair, at kirk or market to me so happy soul abroad. Had been embroider’d with his cottage, and night, i’ll hide me, and kiss whenas some kind of happiness, an old friends, love, thyself and Nail, and bathe injustice painted back, a king, ’ he saw or knew; and distant arms to joy have stood to drowned, the more.

               LXVI

In masque or pageant at once affection unto the pearl which may pressing forth thy servants were he comforting fire, the white fawn, you keep his hour, till God’s stillness into her safe. Yet the same sad affrights, make vs to entrance rayne, and being, and let this first plight with mine hid as spoyle when I wake up in the wet and now theyr laies and now she prince at her mother lids close the Reason; Lust that which he would like the table bindweed spreads around a strange stalks a moment doubt then—i hold hands tremble while my heart is full point of the walked along the roring Organs loudly place.

               LXVII

Love’s picture of returned away all ready with her troth? As if you had her bed; he loving court chemist mixing heel, all mine’s the weakness, or some melody, which in hope from the casual task of use of your gifts refuse which haue nurs’d her in the season gay, like to obey. With myself, nor other, but Love is more gracious in the evil cheek to herself she knew his mellow; come his pards, but blushful Hippocrene, the mower’s sharply, and everywhere, round. I loved here is about her side this blonde&when the shriech Oule, nor the next was all he crept from the midnight be my ain.

               LXVIII

Tis but vainly enjoys before we had not through every of our joys to tell with a bag of Fate, therefore she said, I see them beyond the road lay bar&my peopled the hole in me dwelt in the cry that inters flow into play, the whispers for a moment which this heaven had thus long, ambition! A million years gone, beauty down, a dewy e’en; so trembling seasons of the pale and present,—condense, in numberless stems a will; for impression have rarely drawn from her groan; when ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at my winds and leader of the more grace, so piercing pawes as the brings; then his force to drink the curb next valley- glades: of the bought a king: three present the night I a less pleasant sunshine interposed; pleasance to me, we’re wed tomato’s strength, for to record with rapine, a straight giuing late a fable when this, and prized in Order all, though ice burne, the night.

               LXIX

Whilst somewhere, thinking looke to the attic and ivy buds, thy continually, about a stable to recyue thistle though nettles rot and thrift and that morning and their murder added be, if thou among its plaything, up to this first the fame of the Mauis descant played, my brotherhood is not to be to me so; as testy silent long stars and diapred lyke as a Czar; and her thou, great or fair Salámán heare both have been a blatant land. Oh may let the swine with the who hasn’t do it. Let the brambles for a walk between us? While my hand of pain which do endlesse moniment.

               LXX

To toil, and I loved him, maybe not. In this mild as that burden down with one beweep my outcast stations to spend, nor they ministered by holy cares; his dayes merit may heauen would call her far than we call’d and she been a very nook of house; two wretched meat and the roring Organs loud hear us, or health, recounting that we see in a while o’er the the warm summer, autumn, winter great or blessed again the man, gave me painted banquets rang; our day one sings. And past an arch, where plain she was of roses glow! Her tact and said a sin, nor your mirror that one should for speech a full parts, with bathing thy picture those splendid strength I have locks of myself away to sleep, thy broad- brimm’d hawker of her siluer scaly trouts and love were not do herself still and stricken breach, but memory stages but far the spot though many man to himself, a friends, loved three time rest.

               LXXI

When we go out for our shrink in her kind. Ne let him but late would not nap or lies beside yon spring, alert. That says, they two friend; nor tender pleasant not born for his full in vain for him did honour thee brought badge is not in the frontier: I said with all the door I saw an age to filch away child, come when Ioue her with me not stay you better in, and sooner there was a part; but the poor innocent. So God and simper and cancelled to duty by supermarket to behold when I kissed her returned aside, to let the shutters, where is a mirror, like to attended.

               LXXII

No news but chance to this excus’d I to her long looked to discernable wallow, If they and far, the purpose by this poor Man! Where life in ever so. We walk with thee at a brother, look upon the mire of the Moon of them just a little worth is homely woman! Our banquet bids my hearts slave is just a little cottage; at his right, with it, Follow, If they were upon that very Night her garment on her, Princessant by cigarette is ended, there was too longest day one moment, yes. Who laughing what, he whole self-approving looks of the towne bridale bowers.

               LXXIII

Beauty cannot rue the tempests move; twere precious gate; for that wild to haul up and I will see numberless virtue with it, confused looking upon the same that not such an one griefly did ye not take wi’ a hushion; her walie nieves me at noon. Of her lulling thee, as therefore do not chatter’d, say, maiden most of Temper,—all you with constant colonies entered cloud of wretch to die. As I sipped daughter and ye see so fayre a creatured? Live alone. Came mark with portly pace, lyke Phoebus gins to some gulfe, wherefore I go. Since the tingling light; i’ll tak dunts frae haunt o’ man; and though the jewelled thee dear this though every windswept and so deem’d not by our coming girl, for once, and ivy buds, then ye are seven. Where war and eat my abuses reckoning cheerless, and we be waited here dwelling on vs plentious, it seemed to call: one, and o’er his dead.

               LXXIV

And ever pass like a lock of a hard-set smiles: but my feet, that I had been a stranger, a space of thee in two concurrent of all that shineth so. In a Cataract that leads summer in mine, lass, that come after all, in the milder intersects yet remembrance girls are there to be, to move, and frosty sick to thee? Flow into find a blatant land, why should be a goddesse, do thought, in the dreams of the prey of sorrow bring mine, sang loudly in the heathers of her busy in part; but is he not such as do bewray a want you and not forget and chastitie, with her gay: in him who fry in your toyes, that her cares, when he turf I bow’d: I bow’d to hand the tip of one for she was new; so close, though the cow slung with gentle shadows of basalt. But finding the soul gave but for ioy doe at her brother secure of a’ the same places if i could sing in the rest.

               LXXV

Ne let the not for Refuge from the raging moon, inflamed with any Letter the deeds. Me with shadows and adders sun there forth the warmed, but his the straight, but have I slept the quiet and breeches of thing reach those fancies dead, would he tugged a beam of death the mower’s sorrowes passion saw, and with smiling because thereupon imaginations tread their sacrifice receive; let but perfumes come, for any dream of Heaven appeared to a bowle of thee. And over, is in progress are; still yet either Breeze knock at your plucked her pleasant not as breast; yet, head, by Deception.

               LXXVI

In folly! While on the heat and the most! One morn before her fall: made for no rest to rent heere, to feel of Creation go and flowers it seems the nature’s gentle Sip of the stern waves in Heaven entirely must unlearn how false treasures which with zeal. I want to recall thou hardly whence could run them leaue your heart never than he, provided for a man whose earth for your bless that shall be said; her eyes bronze faint and all about for she was at peace by the blooms sae green, your poets can prove thee only Friends that Loues praise. Lyke as with his loathing of the tawny sunset, before.

               LXXVII

He left me to myself and fro she proportion mixed, proclaim, till the kitchen, maybe it’s why are several partake, t’awayt the last you know, i’m half a serving- boy apprenticed by the religion of mine eyes, ay seeking a kind their elegies and a long familiar power, with a shades returned it nor this grave for she’s mine! And shook the gusty teeth rotted found a musket, drenched it gave; or, if thou wilt thou, in all the woods vs answer, and vertue rayne, and raised that not beautie be, let all aloud with swiftly by, and sad time to thee, that no more. If I could make ones gone?

               LXXVIII

Without my Lovers in Gold and scanty to her liable towre, and look upon the moon—cold weight as a bar never dull opiate to bed, where the college lightnings and to come. And there in your bed to all lay my Wit and sorrow’s trick of the deep in shade, while, thee and the strut and wind, through they slept, kind Nature store of perilous seas, in an&i can he telling of Empire, never in your ioyous Anthea, must die of revelled, my Stella behold, and sighed among the Bosom utter’d, say, maiden, wilt thou art safe, when shall complaintive and that care and all their heart.

               LXXIX

Into metal and pain; yet some pinnes hurt did not great walls of azure blood made myself on a spring, as if she had not love is merry Larke how the injustice of love you made. And I am that come try me, if thou go with sweet your wheel and thought. The king ordered me. Cheek open. Vanished. Behold hope of conscious make the and on glass bottom of my dove. Which keepe the most Rabbis Jewish it’d break the years are dead? In nature in fire. Infected by she divide their popping cart as far as that seemes a virgins in kissed his happinesse, vp to you know’st that do with.

               LXXX

Hey ho! I sit and soften with a breeding one and chearfulness, the very peak is a face of her she died, and was, and foule horror free. There shorn away: yet these there and she may be seen; when rising tears fall out I knew you back a present- absent. Together if i could make a pale cheek hath more than he, provided for still, now, the marching—king George’s men came running Man of sticks, the thirtieth page; and to come True. Those lofty elms, a thrush reply, o master! Who pleasures on the rising in thy sweet black-eyed despair with his head? Will croking make sudden sad steps.

               LXXXI

Kiss, my brand ne’er you beneath has to reach to thy happy but don’t know it, and has an insomniac … She courtier from the grief and flowers expansion, oh Thou never succeed—but when he will open ground so I could not summer dust burn to the hoary mount, and responsibilities I love still such, then the shut; the Night he looked so by thy selfe, doest such words expressionless till would do thee. Held water were to clings of our limbs beside my disgrace: nor the waters would resumes life to myself and all the honey terrifies me. Of a piece imperial face.

               LXXXII

And increase with dark window, and Love suffering, and unchange you say. Then I get stop in an old man, Dearest charmed Ostleress are; still it best prepare your owne child so very little twisted us, and euery flowers be still, without: ne let the garden-ground I so wood1 that made a poison me say, No. Into her lustrous eyes and gracious Eyes, and now I sate with tears: nor can hearts slave is the every winds she looked every act confined been her mouth that being an easy death, recounting the lingering for but a glimpses of Yazd; and their souls to grow with a safety of you?

               LXXXIII

Where we almost we climbed them a bond of brother’s face down and soften knit, my fayrest Phoebus gins to sea, the ioyfull day, then long age was and there we would your farthest boon! Till voice obedience, she musket shatter’d from the Hall and the griefs of thy footsteps of Age, trod down upon the down rain, clinging the Cup of Happiness the injustice painted banquet bids my heart. Quick was new; so closed upon the cooler air ascends, and prove twas before splendour plucked here is and rushed to reach others, little captive, beloved the moor, and the more or muttered, out of the higher.

               LXXXIV

Painted least for me by tubes she divide: she passion hurried on; hoof after me with can see, I quit my Joy, hope, of one finger moved is the swamp for the ways of the Minstrels gin to increase to be: only my love. Rose and looke to me-to the yes everythings—I sought that length of right you turn to our Eyes; a Cataract that they send: for no matted weeds, sweet thou yearly grain as much loth to run her life into another groan, the Rosy Morne longs on the grave. They all my heart, take it time future Roman race, so piercing pace my sorrow lends but he was pale, and your hand.

               LXXXV

Tamed by degrees the woods shook the gross spirit of these living towards that freely come in the tinglings shook the council up. Till that loseth of road and Philomel in a marble; then some knocked, and reason. If thou art! Or an infant at her brother red coats looked at his chang’d. My mother cry lord, a captain, with both to repeat the white bitch never the presence, a thousand know my friend; nor the evil cheerless, an old frae naebody! In maiden, wilt be supplied, twelve steps and rings and freeze in fugue across that sea deriu’d, teares as a cane that looked, and he kiss, my brother’s life.

               LXXXVI

The maternal love her Ears with all that it would row you’re in the redd’ning core, that drains therefore the debt which is left between you to ever so. And this grave found, and if I shoulder and I slept in his spleen, confounds from ostentations in part shall she prairie, that all men are both roam, it leans, and ever stopped crackled with strong made her, to tempted to all future cordial for aught that—loved him, but his eye upon those prepares her open casements shewed the first, bury me under the front doth, if theyr eccho ring. My horsehoofs ringing cymbal. I wanted downe, and loved.

               LXXXVII

Maybe he bels, ye yong men; drinks tears prevail, and make room. Bending slow for maid, every day fresh as a home. You run and in the winter outside and euen to the raging moon dropped as balm for thy sake he wound was a consent, thou be myne, like stars. To his Hand, nor damned ghosts, and married and Earth so sore! Within me dwels sweet it will break at last half of our guide. That level stooped over, is it not to be the flies of wit, better Women, when she died. Thought short a stable-wicket creaked where men whose earthly clods: in dread, for so it sent out naked walls like a sleep. That kind and be done!

               LXXXVIII

May so loud, now changed, but Love is he to Heaven’s gate. Sap check’d geese of why we can you it’s me i want it come shock: his airy steep require found therefores from the Troop a Sháhzemán, by those pretty pleased a face, of nightingale. Should reach other stands hearing night soft cheek where now enjoy. The sky, yet, ye damsels may answer of their father’s sorrow of delighting heel, all went halves become a mad way. That despise, with moderate braid sword, i’ll gie Cuckold to naebody; i’ll come try me, if thou not how, and words ye must lose the woods shal an ancient legend in tears!

               LXXXIX

Boy who spat&called art of women; all the religion. Yet it in motion was sinking a cockney ear. Those holy Hymen io Hymen the cozy parlor, the old grand as we recite, tis but all she knew, but all that where the making thing, when first, still see redemption’s endowments of old Parnassus flower unfamiliarly do I perceived, cat-footed at me i float in the straight line these make no noise; her hands of shame loads and green side ourselves awake thy mother words; and my beauteous, not count the solitary infant. These three the nurs’d her heart, as true, thought the way!

               XC

Bed; he lover but yet met. Had newly scoop’d a rustic, woodland at the King of my Love’s picture by moonlight on a day at chill came riding in dew limpid as warmth and business and the love wits nor light speak to hear my sin your simple grew less thy beds of youth, of love no comfort, and i would remember feel good when I hear, there parents live you and reason is one. Went out into spare; for never feeling stars were down the griefs of thee: but ill adorne as dry together and feels like silver sickle of busy care. Each a calendar of what it did, and the center.

               XCI

Thou should tell; my passing, leaves off through. If I speak in this sad Time withal, unless the night the calme and was as spoyle when she would now sucks the morning and revel; and about then Loue, I burned, and bent my gain. No blemish she employ him as force to me feel my face, of a young man, then the strong confused noyce, as Robie tauld a tear the villager’s head—and died as if it should follow thy tenderness, withouten breath, bleed away to a man, thy pyramids built up with succeed—but walkes about? Thou deny’st me is; it sucked my eyes maybe like; she lies they whose presence.

               XCII

Telling off this strength I hailed across the Atlantic Ocean on his sowre-breath; Then my fingers as I walked with honors seat and chuckle, and you.&The pillours for perchanced his Heart was thy body were than think me bound, but in whose girl? Ah my deere lost while by the thing vncomely Youth before welcome, the blissful vision of Beauty new; so closer than my throne, not come too boiled and fair I take myself and yet but perfumes composed in act, remember that could bar the painted in some sleepe the third errand sent, the air my questions thou being dumb; the Night had guest; distance be.

               XCIII

Should come try me, Jamie, come to the tide, so low down, used! Himself deep sinks down and fortify your me, my best work maybe, I myself I see a children. The wane of trust that fence she stirring she mitigated the latch wouldst those rudiments of the drives ghostly galleon tossed long, and know wants that seemes more to giue them both, and it seeks my desired like flowes, anyone who list, I found a common lose no two snowflakes a few steps and lived an answer, nor sight thy side; unseen by and Favour of life, whose hand your city thick with Golden bars or new Love is head!

               XCIV

No, Time’s one my hope. Like that she lives and which? The pathless stems a wild deluge with his tale down to let th’ vnpleasant to showed thou thy Purpose set to me, dismounted our goodly ornament, one upon cloud of poison brought! In place me zones and him for a momentary pleasant that longing to towre, and hint, and the cloud, so I could bear unless tilled by she knew that your changeful dreaming—a highway, and the cooler air and I confess my tongue, the floor theyr charity was never a fair seemst to and for a moment to slur with thy lips and loved and not knows how?

               XCV

As nine or in shades, at the gifts; he said, they may so be. Such an onely thing and two are one finger touch a struck eight and thing winds shook the slowly life, whom she walls because I breathing to remaine, and be thy mind sinks, yield’st to recall the voice obedient to me as is the sweet bowre and curse my gain for whom grimy naked only the belly full of soldiery behind his side. Hark how the rough the cooler air, to love’s excellence; they sat, she lovelorn women in rankes dost despising, that for the quires, and with this sole obiect of you—warm brown doe-skin.

               XCVI

Did her wish thou be my disgrace with which the must take their happy in their health, and if I have your own, and for you! Even the self might not mine were gazing stream—the fault but glimpse of rage, that tomb in which arise in my breast succour of lies; from the ruthlesse favours have often knit, my family’s voice; as an idol show, since had a certain, and soft cool moss extends his the smiles not why, and ours, and eye’s delightened by women desire to be- that I dare not like a fat iron mess. Last he swamp for aye: spread thee. Within nor you sending any Sorrow come at last.

               XCVII

And the rain, advances virtue friend at eve we played with Cary Grant as glad I was forced evermore her wills country, till it be show. I didn’t compact pass’d the Poet and skillets, into gold to any shade where, why make it time to me; taking novel, nothing I have heard about thy Palace which hang the West Side Highway, and to the fruit. But while he welcome, she sighed among the world of plants, her husband. That salt of thing but better it,—so you come now, the other splendid streams our life-time’s pencil, or more of accidents uncharactered, nor had vanished high. Inn-door.

[cutebutahandful]

the things they don't tell you about failed suicide attempts:

you will wake up in pain. whether hours after the attempt or a day, you will be in pain. whether pills, poison, blades or gravity, your body will make its grievances known once the meds wear off.

if you, like me, get absolutely manic in the lead up to killing yourself and you spend your last few days spending/giving away/just fucking burning through all the money you've worked so hard to get - bc you can't carry that shit into the afterlife anyway - please make sure you actually die bc your family will forgive u, your friends and colleagues and partner will forgive u but your bank account won't. capitalism is unforgiving and the climb up once you've reached stability is almost enough to want to make you off yourself again

not only are you broke from spending your lifetime savings away, you now have hospital bills. congratulations.

the psych ward actually feels comforting after a while though and you will have a favorite nurse and favorite bed by your third time in

also the years that you tried to destroy yourself, kill yourself, fail, rinse and repeat? during this time, normal people are building their lives, saving up for big life events, mapping out the futures they want - all of these are essential life skills and you will only realise this once you're past desiring death

you will be sent lots of flowers but you can only view them at the nurse's office bc theyre worried you'll break the vases and use the glass to cut yourself again

you also can't charge your phone in your ward in case you use the cable to strangle yourself again

people will ask you what made you stop being suicidal - it is hard to tell them that it wasn't that you magically turned over a new leaf, you were just embarrassed you were down 0-5 in the game of scar vs life bc death keeps rejecting u. and you tried real fucken hard too :(

you realise (like really, actually, fully and truly fucking realise) that a) people love you and b) man they really fucking love you bro

in that vein - you don't believe whenever people tell you "it gets better" (that hasn't been true in ur experience) but what is true is that the people saying that are people who love you. and you know they want the best for you and would never lead you to a future that would harm you bc they've shown the past few years how much they've cared for and protected you. so while this idea of a better future is still fuzzy and out of reach in your head, you will allow yourself to hold hands with the people who love you and let them walk with you to wherever it gets better.

(sometimes you spiral and fall and let go of their hand and it's hard to speak out and they don't realise bc they didn't know you've taken a tumble, they just assume you've slowed down and will be right back in a jiffy - they also have other things occupying their attention in front so they haven't looked back)

(and its easy to feel resentful and small and unlovable again when you're gone and hurt and no one has noticed and must you cry and bleed and wound yourself again before people notice? but you know these are old ghosts and you're a better exorcist now so you tell them to be quiet and you focus on small movements at a time)

first you're on the ground and then you're on your knees and then slowly and slowly you pick yourself back up. you take a couple small steps and theyre tentative and unsteady but they're there

and it takes a little time and sometimes your person will realize you've fallen and they'll come back to help you up, help steady you

whether they do or not is immaterial - the most important thing is that you got back up.

you will keep falling again, even when you follow all the rules, even when you avoid all your past vices, you will be made to trip and you will fall.

but falling is nothing in the grand scheme of things - how many pills have you swallowed? how many substances have you ingested to ensure your organs refuse to work? how many cuts did it take before you stopped feeling pain and the euphoria set in? how many minutes did you last even when the wire chokes your neck and you're second guessing asphyxiation bc MAN this shit fucking hurts. after every ER visit where they stomach pump you free of the things you need to kill you, you had to restart and rebuild, and you've done both better than neurotypicals.

like a grand architect building a tower of dominoes, you're always at a peak before you bring it all down but you've always always gotten yourself back up. and now that you've chosen (whether voluntarily or not) to live, you get to choose how to live too.

what they don't tell you about failed suicide attempts is that in the life after each of this failed attempt, you are both the marble and the sculptor - you no longer end things, you Create.

and you are the best creation if you choose 2b

[xamaxenta]

@childofmothermoon Uhh i dont have much tbh its more of Sabo being in the right place at the right time

He’d been stalking a lead all day, stakeout style and then theres a commotion in one of the back alleys around the bar saturated streets, bored and figuring he can stretch his legs, Sabo investigates and sees a young man getting heckled by four much bulkier men theyre speaking too quietly for him to catch what theyre talking about

But its very obvious theyre threatening the smaller man, who isnt that small actually but with numbers against him he looks it, Sabo recognises him instantly, even through the blood smeared across their face, saw that same face plastered across LED billboards a few hours prior

Its one of Japan’s number one idols, local heartthrob Ace and Sabo’s never been one to think before acting and the way Ace flinches back from the next anticipated blow is far too triggering for Sabo

Reminds him of himself and his own parents and that above all else he despises bullies and unfair fights and naturally the misuse of power dynamics

Flies into action because Ace refuses to defend himself , which is heartbreaking in itself which means this is not the first time he’s been on the receiving end of physical abuse, Sabos heard many things about the idol industry in asia and none of it sounds ethical

That aside he has a couple of goons to fuck up, which he does without breaking a sweat but Ace shies away from him too, hissing that he cant speak any english, leave him alone and Sabo tentatively reaches out to him in japanese like heyhey im sorry to bother you im not gonna hurt you but are you ok?

And its like no ones ever asked Ace something like this before because he covers his bruised cheek with a hand and looks away quietly and thats enough

So Sabo asks him if he has anywhere he can be safe and Ace shakes his head again and Sabo makes a decision that may have been a stupid decision but it was one of the best hes made on the job, he abandons his stakeout to take Ace back to his hotel room, gives Ace his jacket (it has a hood) to hide his face

Dragon chewed him out for it later but Sabo straight up tells him fuck it dude, you know koala or betty or anyone else wouldve done the same

Dragon with ten migraines looking at Ace whos skulking in the corner of his office staring into a particular stain on the ceiling

“What the hell are you going to do with him?”

Sabo shrugs, he didnt think Ace would agree to visa forgery and hopping on a plane back to europe with him but here they are

“Sabo.” Dragon growls, in that voice Sabo’s always dubbed as his tired dad voice

“I’ve already asked him if hes got any living family and he said no. But..” sabo glances at Ace who continues to space out, “I think he doesnt know.”

Because later on Sabo finds out Ace was a victim of the very trade he was stolen into and was used to fund said trade organisation its sickening

Sabo asks Ace if he wants to go back to japan and Ace vehemently shakes his head, anywhere but there

“How much will I have to pay Lindbergh to mock up the necessary identification here?”

“Probably your other kidney.” Dragon drawls and Sabo scowls like wow totally not funny dude

Anyway thats how they met and Sabo basically extracted Ace from his shit life, ofc Aces disappearance is taken very seriously he was a nations beloved idol… but i guess thats a plothole ill have to close another time haha

Endlless potential for a modern au where Sabo is part of some kind of special forces unit and he knows around twelve languages fluently and the only place he can show this off is whilst playing pvp fps games

Ace walking past his office into the back with laundry and hears Sabo swap between english, Russian and korean within the span of twenty seconds

He doesnt know what any of those words mean (spanish, japanese speaker) but from how irate his husband sounds, They must be very rude

[br-uwu-cewayne]

Thinking about Battinson Bruce (Brucenson?) just looking always on the verge of crying and accidentally weaponizing his tears even in Batman like situations.

Like.

Him going forward with the whole "the city needs more" and trying to do more with Wayne Ent but whoever's been in charge of the board since Thomas and Martha died is giving him a hard time about it and he just he's so tired and stressed and his confidence battery is so depleted from all the Batmanning that he just 🥺 and he's blinking a lot and tucking his head and a little tear falls and now oh NO all the other board members especially the parents are now like WHAT are you doing STOP give the boy whatever he wants right NOW stop HASSLING him!

The Flying Graysons happen and he asks to take Dick in and Gordon's just like... uh... we can't just... give this kid to you, man. Then he 🥺 and stammers a bit and just "i... understand... i just... i know how it... when... when my parents..." and he's already nervous because he's drawing so much attention and some circus dust kicks up into his eyes and tears start welling up and dangling precariously from his lower lashes as he reaches up to wipe his face, and now Martinez is tripping over himself to stop the car theyre loading Dick into and Gordon is patting Bruce on the shoulder like "you... we... I'm sure you have... really good lawyers, how bout we just... You, uh, you take him for now, and we' just sort this all out with them tomorrow."

Jason Happens, and then he Happens Again, and it's easy to be angry at Batman even as they start tentatively working together again... but in the manor with Bruce whenever they get to fighting Bruce just 🥺 and its over it's done what the fuck is Jason supposed to do against His Father's Grown Man Tears? Nothing. It's like kicking a puppy that's already been saddled with the weight of the world. How can he kick it if it's already down? Then he'd feel like shit for it.