#why is Tink's arm so short

[faithlike-potatoes]

Tink finally snapped :)

[lunarmoves]

“say,” sun muses one evening after all the kids have gone home for the day, “can you do something for me, friend?” 

you raise an eyebrow at him over your shoulder. blank white eyes peer down at you from a short distance away. his hands clutch onto a moon plush, long fingers kneading tersely into the soft material. 

“what is it?” you ask curiously. the rag you’d been using to disinfect and clean the top of the security desk gets set off to the side so you can turn around and give him your full attention. you lean back against the desk and make a face at him. “you’re not gonna ask me to help clean out the ball pit again, are you?” 

sun laughs—a loud, sharp thing that reverberates around the daycare in a way that makes your shoulders tense ever so minutely. he waves a hand at you as though to brush off your question. “oh no, nothing like that, silly! i just want you to repeat something for me.” 

“repeat something,” you echo, eyes latched unwaveringly on his form. he tosses the moon plush into its designated bin and approaches closer to you. enough so that his shadow drenches itself over your smaller form like an unforgiving wave and your head cranes up awkwardly to meet his shaded gaze. 

“yes, quite simple, really.” a golden hand reaches forward to set itself on the edge of the desk to your side—effectively caging you against it. a warning bell goes off in your head. you try not to shrink back, but it’s difficult. tendrils of unease snake their way through your chest and into your throat. 

sun’s white-pupil look is unyielding—fixated on something just below your eyes. you swallow thickly.

“repeat after me,” he says in a voice no louder than a murmur. “i love you.” 

your breathing stutters to a stop. 

“what?” is the only thing that breaks through your befuddlement—breathless and rushed out like you couldn’t believe what he’d just said. the tendrils have coalesced into a pressing force that weighs heavily inside your chest. 

sun’s faceplate ticks to the left sharply. grey eyes lower into a half-lidded stare. he makes a sound like he’s clicking his tongue against strangely sharp teeth, disapproving. “that is not what i asked of you, i’m afraid.” his head bows closer towards you. his optics crinkle into crescents as the edges of his smile thin like a razor. “try again.” 

your lips make formless words, but not a sound comes out. your mind feels like it’s running hundreds of miles a minute and yet it’s also… not. there’s no way he understands the depth of what he’s saying, right? what he’s asking? you’re… unsure. you don’t know what to do and it shows in the uncertainty etched into your face and the tautness of your shoulders. 

sun is patient—for now—but you are fumbling miserably. “i— why do you—?”

“ah ah ah,” sun cuts across your stuttering words before you can even get the sentence out. sharp fingers tap against the security desk at your side. tink tink tink. you suppress a shiver. “what did i say? repeat it.” 

you’re stuck. you’re stuck and you have not a single clue on how to slip out of this in all of your unease and reluctance. your heart hammers away in your chest even as your ears burn and a warmth crawls up your neck. sun’s gaze places you in a spotlight and after assessing the way he curls over you in his own semblance of a cage, you exhale slowly through your nose and pull yourself together. 

your jaw clenches, then relaxes, and you part your lips. “i… love you?” 

you cringe internally at the high pitched cadence, but sun does not seem to mind. he shivers—minutely, so minutely—and you can feel where his arm shakes whilst pressed against your side. he looks at you like a lion watching a gazelle, teeth bared in a stretching smile. “again. i love you, sun.” his words are slow.

what are you doing. what are you doing? you balk in the face of his persistence. “i love you, sun.” the words feel… unripe. unnatural. your tongue is made of cotton and lead. 

sun hums in delight—the line of his mouth just inches above your forehead. you cannot even begin to unravel the knot of emotions in your stomach. 

“wonderful,” he eventually breathes into the minuscule space between your faces. his other hand raises to swipe a thumb adoringly under your eye and he sighs contentedly. “just wonderful.”

[thecapricunt1616]

Thinking about College Lip again, genuinely ever since @mouseymilkovich came on the scene I’ve been once again shameless obsessed (Thank you mouse🐁 we say in unison)

TLDR: Once again I haven’t been able to watch shameless in a moment - this is all from my memory & tik tok clips & edits I’ve been obsessively watching that I think lip acts. If it’s not perfectly canon, I’m sorry! Feedback is always greatly appreciated but try to keep it kindly constructive as I’m just a girl in the world already having a hard time and writing is my outlet so - I love feedback and constructive criticism but don’t just say something like “wow that part made me cringe” without adding how I should make it better or something. Sorry for rambling & thank you for listening if you did.

But I’m thinking how pissed he would be if you were good friends/fuck buddies, and he found out that a professor was being creepy with you

(Warnings for BTC: Creepy teachers (power imbalance), Mentions of sexual harassment, Angry!Lip, Drunk Lip )

Okay so I imagine you’re sitting in his dorm one day, talking about the weirdest things that have happened in college. Lip had told you he had fucked one of his professors but called it off, and you laughed -

“No fucking way!!! Professor Simmons literally held me back after class one day and told me if I wanted a better grade on my last essay I could suck his dick!” Shaking your head at the stupid memory and taking a swig of lukewarm beer he had given you hours ago.

“Wait- huh?” He asked, tone now much more serious. You just shrugged, smile fading a bit. Suddenly you felt almost…judged? By the way his lips curled into a bit of a frown when you said that, his brows knitting together in that classic Lip way, ever angry. You’d teased him that he reminded you of the ‘Anger Emotion’ from inside out that you’d taken him to see with Liam over spring break.

“I- I didn’t do it - like- ew!” You laughed nervously, eyes flicking to your lap, cheeks feeling suddenly hot, and your mouth feeling dry. “Hes…so gross- you thought I would like- do that?!” You asked defensively.

“No- what the fuck? Why the fuck would I be questioning you?! That motherfucker is- is married, Tink! And old as fuckin’ dirt!” His voice raises slightly to drive his point home. The use of that nickname, Tink, short for Tinkerbell. He had started calling you it after you wore a dark green mini skirt and brown turtleneck to class one day, the name was quite perfect for you considering your small stature and affinity for short skirts like the cartoon fairy.

You shrugged, picking at your nails and nibbling on the inside of your lip. “I didn’t let ‘em touch me- only you do that. “ you muttered, feeling embarrassed and small now that you felt as if you’d made him worry after you, like he didn’t think you could take care of yourself. He grabbed your chin, making you look at him - his glazed over eyes told you he’d already finished his 7th beer without even having to look at the nightstand.

“Good- cause if he did?” He said softly “I’d fuckin kill em” he assured you, brushing his thumb over your cheek, before pulling you to his chest and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed softly, nuzzling your face in his neck and inhaling the scent of his spicy cologne, and the stale smell of Marlboro cigarettes that stuck to his skin and clothes permanently. “M’sorry- didn’t mean to make you upset” you said gently, wrapping your leg around his frame and gently kissing his tanned skin, even though he was staunchly Irish - summer did the gallaghers well, maybe not Ian, or Debbie- or, Frannie… but the rest of them, sure.

“What did I say about the sorrys, kid?” He squeezes your ass firmly, before giving you a light spank that caused you to giggle a bit.

“Ok! Ok I’m not sorry, s-“ you stop yourself and he looks down at you with a smirk to which you scrunch your nose and smile big “soooooo not sorry “ you correct yourself and he chuckled, shaking his head and grabbing his beer, finishing it off.

The next time you heard from Lip was the following night, at 4 am. On an unknown number. You woke up in your dorm to your phone ringing and didn’t even bother looking at the name before sliding it to answer, knowing no one in their right mind that didn’t know you would call you so late. “Yeah?” You said groggily into the phone.

“Heyyyyy, Tinker” Lip said into the phone and that woke you up fully.

“Lip- what’s wrong?” You said concerned, knowing he would never be calling you so late unless he was in some kind of trouble.

“I uhhh” he slurred, obviously drunk. “I think I got myself expelled? Dunno…can you pick me up? Just go to my house- tell Fiona I’m locked up. I need 800- she’s gonna give it to you. Make sure you take Ian with you I don’t want you gettin robbed- tell er’ T’take it from the squirrel fund- been stockin’ it f’this shit just in case. ” he explained, of course breaking to hiccup drunkenly.

You quickly stood, pulling sweatpants over your spandex shorts and pulling a hoodie on. “What did you do?! Lip! What the hell how will I survive Trig without you!” You said worriedly, putting on your messenger bag quickly and holding tour pepper spray in one hand ready to pull as you rushed out the door.

“I dunno!! I’ll tutor you, Tink! Just come get me. M’stuck with this guy that smells like a fuckin sewer.” He groaned.

“Of course I’m coming! I’ll see you soon - don’t get yourself shanked!” You hung up, frustratedly beginning your walk to the L

You were shivering by the time you were pounding on the Gallaghers door, finally Fiona opens the door “WHAT?! WHAT WHAT WHAT!!!” She screamed on her way down the stairs, and when she opened the door to see you shivering there in a hoodie and sweatpants in the 30 degree fall weather her expression softened.

“What’s wrong with Lip?” She asked, pulling you inside and grabbing a blanket “Jesus- Tink! Your lips are nearly fuckin blue!” She wrapped you up, taking your trembling hands and pulling them to her lips, warming your icy fingers with her warm breath.

“He- he’s in jail? I think? He said s-something about a fund, squirrel fund? Bail is 800 and he said to- to take Ian so I don’t get robbed for it.” You stuttered due to your teeth chattering, and being catcalled and followed for 2 blocks on your walk to their house.

“Okay- yeah. Fuck. What did he say he did?” She tugs you to the kitchen, pulling an old Twinkie box from under the sink and pulling out a huge wad of cash, beginning to count out $800. Your eyes widened, shrugging and mouth dropping as she shoves it into an old IRS ‘OPEN IMMEDIATELY’ envelope before folding it in half and shoving it in her bra and screaming

“IANNNNNNNNN! IAN! GET UP!! YOUR BROTHER IS IN JAIL!”

You flinched a bit at her sudden outburst, and there is pounding footsteps down the stairs “what did he do?” The redhead asks and Fiona shrugs

“What the fuck did he do, Tink?!” Fiona asks again and you shrugged quickly, shaking your head confused

“He- he said he was gonna be expelled?! I don’t know- I- he just- he called and said to come here and that Ian could protect me- and- and he gets really angry I don’t want him to be angry if you come with us-“

She cuts you off and holds her hand up

“He’s not gonna take it out on you he fuckin knows me. Ian go tell Debbie to watch Liam. I need to find fucking pants” she muttered heading over to the large laundry pile on the kitchen floor and digging through it as Ian raced back upstairs to do what he had been instructed.

Fiona thankfully drove you 3 to the police station, thankful for a warm car instead of taking the late night train. When you got inside the station, she thankfully took over.

“Gallagher? Phillip- Lip- Lip Gallagher- here-“ she drops the envelope in the little box that went behind the window. The woman looks at the three of us, then the envelope, then the computer.

“Phillip?” She repeated, unenthused and Fiona nodded quickly. “That’ll be 800, I’m assuming -“ she picked up the crinkled, (slightly sweat damp envelope) that Fiona had tossed into the box “this-“ she holds it up by her bright red acrylic nails like it was diseased

“S’all there!” Fiona nods and smiles kindly, likely hoping her kind demeanor would cause the woman to take pity on us.

“Let me just- count this” the woman opened her drawer, pulling out a pair of black latex gloves and snapping them over her hands before pulling the envelope open and counting out the cash, popping it in the drawer and printing a ticket. “RON!!!” She screeched.

An overweight, brunette man is startled awake behind her sitting in a rolling chair and jumping slightly when he was called. “Huh?! I’m awake!” He barked defensively. Ian and I look at eachother, with a ‘are they fucking kidding?!’ Look

“Gallagher! Paid bail. Cut ‘em” she said and went back to scrolling on Facebook.

You followed the large man when he beckoned you all, back to a cell where Lip was curled up to himself on the bench, arms crossed over his tummy and head to his knees protectively while he dozed.

“GALLAGHER!” The man barks, causing Lip to jump with a startled snore. When he saw you his expression softened, jumping up and rushing to the bars, reaching for you. You gave him a hug as the oaf got the cell unlocked.

“Quit scarin’ me like this, Lip” you mumbled into his greasy cigarette stale curls.

You got Lip back to the Gallagher house, helping him up the stairs to his room and setting him on the bed. He was utterly exhausted, nearly so drunk he was passed out. So you went down to the kitchen, and made him a double pack of beef ramen and came back upstairs, giving it to him to eat and distract him while you tended to his wounds.

He nearly burnt a hole in his throat wolfing it down, hissing and trying to swat your hands away when you cleaned the beer bottle glass from the gash In his forehead. Through mumbles and coaxing kisses you’d found that he hunted down the same Professor Simmons that beckoned you for a blowie in turn for a better grade - and nearly beat him to death.

After he’d told his wife what he did- she begged him that if they didn’t press charges- she wouldn’t go to the police for the assault and Lip agreed. As awful as it was to have your somewhat situationship bleeding in front of you - it made your clit throb slightly that he went out of his way and nearly ruined his life in your honor. Like some kind of fucking knight in shining Armour.

The next morning, lip woke up to yet another throbbing headache, atop of a dislocated nose, and a nearly bitten through tongue that made him wince when he barely even swallowed. “Open” you beckon gently, already having been awake for hours, changing his bandages and ever-so carefully tending to his wounds.

He doesn’t even try to open his bruised black eye, not even caring to know what happened to him and weakly opens his mouth.

“You gotta learn when to call it quits, Gallagher” you said gently as you placed 3 extra strength Tylenol on his tongue and gave him a mouthful of water to swallow it down.

A/N P2: I know this isn’t my usual MO? I am sorry haha. I wanted to try writing something sweet and angsty. Sorry I just wanted to try something new! LMK if you liked it, xoxo- Capri ❤️

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed 11

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: Yo, things are getting intense at work.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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You leave a message for your landlord after several failed calls. You come out defeated and hesitant. Your apartment is your comfort, it's your safe space, but it's been breached and you're displaced here. As kind as Jonathan is, that can't last forever. He is your boss after all and you need your job.

The scent of cinnamon draws you to the kitchen, along with the subtle movement clinks and tinking inside. You lean on the doorframe as you watch Jonathan's back, the thin string of an apron tied around his waist and a thicker band along his neck. He hums as he pushes down the plunger of a glass coffee press.

"Uh, hi," you eke out and his long fingers nearly take off the lid of the press. He chuckles and steadies it, shifting to look at you, "er, morning."

"Morning, barely," he muses as he glances at the digital number glowing on the stove, "I've got some scones in and I think we could pair it well with some porridge, if you're fond of it. Or perhaps, yogurt and some fresh fruit. A touch of granola…"

"Yeah, uh, you didn't have to do all this," you rub the back of your neck, "I left my landlord a message. I should head out and figure out a locksmith–"

"Ah, yes, I forgot," he extends a finger, "I've taken care of all that. My own lessor had some recommendations and I was able to arrange the repair. The keys should be delivered shortly–"

"Oh," you blink and chew your lip. He's so helpful. Too helpful. Or maybe you're ungrateful. "Again, thanks, I… I owe you. For a lot it seems."

"I hope it wasn't too much," he says as he checks his watch and grabs the oven mitt, "I only thought to ease the burden–"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. You have everything figured out and I'm just helpless," you throw your hands up and cover your face, immediately scalded by your own temper. Why did you say that? "I'm sorry. I'm just so stressed, I can't think. I just want everything to be normal and…" you suck in air, pressing the heels of your hands to your forehead as you rant, "and I'm not this kind of person. I'm the sort to…" you inhale again, dizzy as it stings in your chest, "I just… I just…"

You bend over, clutching your head as you feel like folding. You're startled as Jonathan's hand clasp around your arm and he pulls you up, gently guiding you to sit on the short foot stool beside the counter. He gets to his knees and grips your shoulders, holding you straight as your head lolls. You don't know what's going on, it's like you've lost control of your body.

"Fawn, breathe. Yes? Let's count, one - in," he exhales, "two - out," his thumbs caress you through your shirt, "in… out. Three, four…"

You focus and close your eyes. Are you really having a meltdown in your boss's home? You count in your head, then outloud, measuring you breaths until your heart peters out.

"There we go," he slowly releases you, putting his hands on his knees as he stands with a low grunt, "if the caffeine is too much, I can squeeze some orange juice–"

"I'm fine," you reach up and pull yourself to the feet with the edge of the counter, "really, you've done enough."

"I've done what any decent person would," he shrugs as he opens a cupboard, "you are obviously dealing with a full plate, but I can't help but feel I don't know the half of it."

"What do you mean?"

"Car break's down and you get a visit from a home intruder. A string of bad luck, certainly, and it would have anyone addled, but… there seems a bit more than that. Something that's been bothering you a while," he pours two mugs of coffee, "it isn't my place to delve into your personal life, but I will say, I would help if I could. If you asked."

You shudder. You don't know what to say. The plucking in your chest wants you to tell him everything but that tick in your head says it's none of his concern. You've crossed enough lines. 

He doesn't need to pick up after your stupid feelings. You made the dumb decision to crush on your neighbour, to welcome him in, to fawn over him like an unloved wife. Now you just have to deal with.

Hopefully, the new lock is just the beginning of shutting Colin out of your life.

"Really, it's just the car and the door. I'm sure you've got enough going on with the audit, huh," your voice shakes, betraying you.

"Ah, yes, standard," he places a cup before you, just on the corner of the counter, "I've done it before. Nothing out of the usual," he hooks his finger through the handle of his own mug, "well, one special thing; I don't mind the people." 

He smiles as he lifts his coffee and you feel the world brighten just a lt.

No. No. Not that feeling. Not that flutter. Didn't Colin teach you better? Oh boy. You're not thinking straight, you're tired, you haven't had your coffee, you're crazy!

You pick up your cup and blow out a chestful of air. Get your head on straight. One man at a time. No, one thing at a time.

💗

“You know, I don’t mind if you’d rather stay another night,” Jonathan keeps one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm slack against the armrest, “I can understand if you don’t feel safe–”

“No, I’m good. I just want to get back on track. Everything feels so… disorderly.”

“I know what you mean. Even if I tend to live a nomadic life. Some people thrive on being settled, others not so much,” he muses, “have you heard about your car? Do I need to keep Pine’s luxury taxi in service?”

“Taxi? Oh, I’m so sorry. No. I uh, I can take the bus. And I can spot you some gas money–”

“I’m joking, darling,” he assures with a ripple of his fingers, “I don’t mind. It’s nice to have someone else for the morning ride. I find waking up alone a bit sombre… in a strange city. I’m a far way from home.”

“Uh, yeah, I can’t imagine…”

“I recall you mentioned you’ve never visited England. Pity. You should think about it one day. If you need a personal tour guide…”

“Mmm, yeah, maybe someday. Probably not anytime soon,” you mull and turn your gaze out the window.

“Of course,” he agrees, “I shouldn’t complain so much, traveling for work can really be a privilege. I know at least, it has afforded me the luxury of meeting many good people.”

“Yeah,” you say absently as your vision blurs and your mind drifts.

“...sisters? You said you have some a few towns over?”

You shake yourself from your trance. Your head clears as you straighten in your seat.

“Yeah, my one sister is pregnant, another’s getting married, the other two… well, they’re younger, they’re still growing up,” you say, “don’t really see them much.”

“Lots going on. So there’s going to be a wedding?” He prompts, stopping at a light.

“Hm?”

“Your sister?”

“Er, yes, yeah, actually, I still haven’t got the invitation,” you chuckle nervously, “I’m sure it’s in the mail.”

“And are you a bridesmaid?”

“I… she didn’t say anything,” you utter. You hadn’t even thought of that.

“Well, I’m sure she has a lot to plan, in due time,” he cranks the wheel and pulls a U-turn to come parallel to the curb in front of your building, “you are delivered. Nice and safe.”

“Thanks again,” you grab your bag from your feet and hit the button on your seatbelt. “I really… I owe you.”

“You don’t,” he assures, “all I ask is that you text me. Let me know you’re safe and behind locked doors.”

“Huh, yeah, I can do that,” you almost sigh in relief.

It’s weird. You dread being alone but you long for it. Your solace has always been by yourself. You just have to keep Colin out and you’re hoping that Ally will already have him distracted. You think back to the day before and how eager she was to get him to herself. Yeah, he doesn’t care that much about you. That’s what started this all.

“Well, I’ll see you at work.”

“See you at work,” he returns, his tone as lacklustre as you ever heard it.

You get out, a tug of guilt at the nape of your neck. You feel like you should say something else but you don’t know what. You let the door close softly as you step onto the pavement. You head up the walk, not looking back, too embarrassed to.

You let yourself into the building and pull out the new key from the locksmith. It’s shiny and silver with a yellow thread strung through the eyehole. You ease the front door closed behind you and listen to the building. It’s quiet, mostly.

You climb the stairs one by one and peek down the hall before you come up completely onto the second floor. There’s no one there and your door is as it should be. Locked tight and on the hinges.

You make your way down towards it, carefully to keep your keys from jingling. Your bag falls down your elbow as you wiggle the lock, the new key not catching right away. A click and slow grind jars you and as you look over, you nearly scream.

Colin appears from behind Ally’s door. Shirtless, in his usual grey sweats, looking casually sinister as he places a hand on the door frame. He snickers as he steps out. You turn back and fumble to twist the handle.

As the door opens, he’s on you. He closes you in as he catches the handle and pulls the door shut. You whimper and turn to face him, cowering as he sneers at you. You press yourself to the wood as he crowds you.

“Think you can run away with that pretty boy?” He taunts, “think I wouldn’t be waiting?”

“Colin, I– I’m sorry–” you gulp and look over, “Ally…”

“She’s off on another work trip. Kinda like you, huh? Hanging out with her boss off the clock. You must’ve had a lot of fun.”

“Look, whatever I did, it’s… there’s been a misunderstanding, alright? We’re friends. We were… I’m sorry I misinterpreted–”

“Honey, you are so stupid. I’m not done with you.”

“Please–” you beg.

“Get this. You were the perfect girl. You cooked, you did my laundry, you let me use your Netflix, that’s what every guy wants but you’re just not fuckable,” he scoffs, “well, my perspective changed on that. You know,” he leans in further and lowers his voice. “I didn’t picture myself balls deep until I saw you shaking in fear.”

“Get away,” you croak and push against his chest, “I’ll scream.”

A subtle click mutes his response as he opens his mouth but clenches his teeth. He tilts his head and listens. You hear the deep grumble of your downstairs neighbour, Curtis? You can’t remember, you never see him. He waits and pokes his tongue into his cheek.

“You fucking scream and I’ll remember. I’ll make sure when I fuck you that it splits you in half. So be a nice girl, like you always are, and let me in.”

“Please,” you reach to grip the key, trying to free it from the lock. You could jab him with it, get him off of you for long enough to get inside.

“If you wanna pretend I’m that preppy fuck, I don’t m–”

He jerks and nearly headbutts you as he bounces off the doorframe beside you. He cradles his face as he grunts and you gape at Jonathan as he squares his shoulders and steps up. How?

“You will back away,” Jonathan warns, “go back to your pathetic apartment and stay there.”

“Ah, not this douche–” Colin slips his hand down his cheek, revealing the split in the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, this douche,” Jonathan confirms, “I smelled it on you. I knew you were nothing but a weasel.”

“Whatever. She’s been begging me for it,” Colin spits, “you know, she sits there and pouts, watches me from across the hall, listens to me through the wall as I fuck girls hotter than she’ll ever be, wishing it was her–”

Jonathan moves so quickly, it leaves you stunned. The crack of his fist against Colin’s face makes you yipe and you quiver as you catch your voice in your hands. You keep flush to the door as your eyes wet.

“I do not like violence,” Jonathan says as he rubs his knuckles, “but I am not unfamiliar with it.”

“Fucker!” Colin bends over, drops of his blood landing on the floor.

“If you persist, I’m afraid I must as well.”

“Urgh,” Colin stands straight and spits onto the hardwood, “just wait…” he looks past Jonathan, “he can’t be here all the time.”

He turns and stomps away, keeping his hand on his jaw as he snorts and coughs. You stare after him, shaking in humiliation. It all happened so fast.

Jonathan waits until Colin’s door slams before he turns to you. He puts his hand on your shoulder and you flinch, “why didn’t you tell me it was him?”

You shake your head and stick your lip out.

“I should’ve guessed,” he tuts, “twisted man. Absolutely repuls–”

“How did you get in here?”

“A man let me in. Downstairs. Um, beard, very blue eyes,” he explains.

“Why?”

He gives half a smile, “ah, you left this in the front seat,” he holds up your lip balm, “I was trying to return it.”

“Oh,” you glance past him, frowning at Colin’s door.

“Darling, I know you are growing tired of me but I simply cannot leave you alone.”

“Yeah,” you nod numbly and turn to the door, jerking the key to the side, “I don’t wanna be alone.”

[severelystrangewriter]

Fireworks (Flufftober 2023 Day 4)

Pairing: keisuke baji x female reader

WC: 1258

Warnings: like, two curse words and baji may be a little ooc but idc

Summary: baji wants to go to the festival with you to see the fireworks

Note: i thought i would write something short and sweet for baji because he deserves it <3

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“The summer festival?” You questioned when a poster was shoved in your face.

You were currently sitting on a park bench with your friends when Baji ran up with the advertisement in his hand.

“Yep!” Baji lowered the paper to show his grinning face, “It’s tomorrow.”

“And?” You raised a brow.

“And we should go!” Baji exclaimed like it were obvious.

“That sounds fun,” Mikey commented.

“Yeah well, you guys tell me how it goes,” You hummed, “Because I can’t come.”

“What? Why? You always go with us to festivals,” Baji furrowed his brows, giving you a pout.

You shrugged nonchalantly and simply replied, “I’ve got a date tomorrow.”

“With what?” Baji sounded appalled. You rolled your eyes and scoffed, but answered him anyway.

“His name is Yuta, and he asked me to go out to dinner with him. He’s pretty cute so I accepted.”

“Why don’t you bring him along?” Mikey questioned, “You can always meet up after, right?”

“No, you guys will just scare him off,” You immediately declined.

Baji genuinely looked bummed that you already had plans, and your heart squeezed uncomfortably at the thought of upsetting him. He was right, you two would always go to festivals together; your favorite part was watching the fireworks. You briefly considered canceling your date, but you quickly shot down the thought, thinking that your crush on Baji was exactly why you needed to go on this date. You had to get over it.

Even as the subject changed, you tried to ignore your growing guilt every time you made eye contact with him. He definitely wasn’t hiding the fact he was upset by the news of your date, and the thought alone made your heart flutter.

~~~

Stood up. You couldn’t believe your rotten luck. It was the next evening and you were at the restaurant you were supposed to meet your date. You were all dressed up and looking nice and then got stood up by the stupid guy. After several voicemails and unanswered text messages that were getting increasingly more aggravated, you decided to cut your losses and go home.

It was on your way home that you passed by the park where they were holding the summer festival Baji was so excited about. Deciding to take a quick detour, you wandered among the booths.

Your eyes scanned the crowd, but you didn’t see anyone you recognized to rescue you from this lousy night. Figures.

“You there! You look like you could use a pick-me-up! Why not try your hand at winning a prize?” A vendor at the ring toss booth called for your attention. You opened your mouth to politely turn him down, but then you stopped, thinking why the hell not, one game couldn’t hurt.

You paid for one game and the vendor gave you three rings while explaining the rules. The game was a lot harder than it looked as you missed your first two shots right off the bat.

You looked at the last ring in your hand and thought that if you didn’t make this then it was a sign for you to go home.

Readying your stance, you took a deep breath, concentrating all of your energy into this one ring to land on a stupid milk bottle.

“Don’t miss!” An obnoxious voice shouted right as you tossed the last ring at the bottle. You scowled as it bounced off the milk bottle with a light ‘tink!’ and you turned to see Baji doubled over in laughter as Mikey giggled next to him.

After the boys were through with their chuckle fest, Baji straightened up and smirked, “Stand back (Y/n/n), lemme show you how a pro does it.”

“It was literally your fault that I missed,” You crossed your arms but stepped aside as Baji paid for three rings.

“So what’re you doing here? I thought you had a date?” Mikey asked as he looked around like he was expecting your mysterious date to show up.

You scoffed, “Yeah so did I.”

“Ah,” Mikey nodded in understanding, then he frowned, “Well that sucks.”

“Yeah well,” You clicked your tongue and shook your head in annoyance, “Things happen.”

“Want me to kick his ass?” Baji questioned, having tossed all three rings and won a decently sized colorful stuffed rabbit that he now held in his arms.

You sighed and shook your head again, “Nah, it’s really not worth it. He obviously didn’t think so.”

Baji began animating the rabbit and brought it closer to your face as he spoke in his best squeaky voice, “Well who needs that loser anyways when you got me~”

You couldn’t contain your laughter as he pretended to make the plushie kiss your cheek repeatedly. You only stopped when Baji rested it on top of your head, seeming satisfied now. With a curious glance, you took hold of it and held it in your arms.

“Keep it,” Baji grinned before you could ask, “He likes you better anyway.”

“Oh,” You hugged the rabbit to your chest, feeling heat bloom over your cheeks, “Thanks, Keisuke.”

“Let’s get something to eat,” Mikey said suddenly, “I’m starving.”

“Good idea,” You agreed.

And so the three of you enjoyed the rest of the festival, trying different foods and games. Around the halfway mark you and Baji lost Mikey who wandered off with Smiley and Angry who had joined you for a brief moment.

“I’ve had a lot of fun tonight,” You hummed as you two walked to find a spot to watch the fireworks that would be happening soon.

“Well I’d say being with me is a lot better than being on some lousy date playing twenty-one questions with a guy you barely know,” Baji pointed out.

“Careful Baji, someone might think you’re jealous,” You replied somewhat jokingly.

A silence fell over you both as you found a picnic table to sit at. Then Baji spoke up in an unusually quiet voice, “What if I am?”

Your eyes widened at this admission, “I- you… What?”

Baji shrugged, “So what if I was jealous? What would you do?”

“I…” You hesitated slightly before settling on the truth, “I would probably kiss you.”

“Probably?” He raised a brow, but you could see the playful smirk make its way back onto his face.

“Yeah maybe,” You felt your cheeks heat up again and looked away, offering a halfhearted shrug.

Baji took his two fingers and brought them under your chin to encourage you to look at him. Your breath caught in your throat at how close his face was to yours now and you were certain he could hear your heart pounding, threatening to beat out of your chest.

“I think I’d like that,” He whispered. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in, finally closing the distance and pressing his lips gently against yours.

It was everything you imagined and more as he moved his lips slowly, pouring every ounce of passion into the kiss like it would be the only one you would ever share. But with the sparks you were feeling, you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

He only pulled away when you heard a big distant ‘boom!’ and both of you looked up at the night sky to see bright fireworks exploding, painting the darkness with a variety of colors.

Baji grinned and wrapped an arm around your shoulder to bring you closer to him, and you got comfortable by leaning into his touch. Watching the fireworks together was the perfect way to end the night.

[its-the-pilot]

If December Never Ends | One-Shot

An early Christmas gift for y'all! Here's my entry for "Midnight Mass" in @sailor-aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge! Kinda fell in love with these two, so let me know if you want to see more of them!

Summary: Bradley joins you and your family for midnight Mass.

Warnings: religious inaccuracies

Length: 2.3k words

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female Reader

Masterlist

Christmas with your family was always a big event. Everyone came from all over to your parents’ house in Norfolk and spent the holiday together. Nearly forty-eight hours of uninterrupted family time. There was little sleep involved as there were people playing music and games all night long, so if you could find a quiet place to take a nap, you were lucky. 

That’s why you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when you saw your boyfriend of eleven months, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, dozing in one of the plush chairs in your father’s study. Your three year old niece was tucked into his side while she drew in the princess coloring book you had gotten her, his arm wrapped protectively around her and a purple crayon dangling from his fingers. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a quick picture, the sight melting your heart. 

You knew the day had to have been overwhelming for Bradley. Hell, it was your family and it was overwhelming for you. Your two older brothers, their wives and children, your aunts and uncles from both sides and some of your cousins… twenty people, even in a house as large as your parents’, was nothing short of chaotic. You were shocked he even agreed to come, since he was used to spending the holidays alone on base.

Stepping into the room, the click of your heels on the wooden floor drew the attention of your niece Lyla, despite your attempts to be as quiet as possible. She waved with a smile, then put her chubby finger to her lips, a signal for you to be quiet. “Unka Roo sleepin’,” she whispered, before going back to coloring. 

“I see that,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to her unruly curls. “You like cuddling with your Uncle Roo?”

The little girl nodded, her tongue poking out of her mouth a bit as she focused on coloring. “He a warm blankie.”

She shifted, snuggling closer to him, and the slight movement was enough to rouse him, his muscled arm tightening around her as though she was going to fall. “You okay, doll?” He asked, his voice thick with sleep and his eyes barely open. 

You chose to remain silent, watching the heartwarming interaction. Seeing him with your niece lit a fire in your belly unlike anything you had ever felt, the thought of him with children of his own and what that would be like was impossible to ignore. 

“Mmhm!” Lyla nodded, holding up her picture for him to see. “All done!”

Bradley ran his free hand over his face and forced his eyes open further, looking at the presented coloring page. “Wow, it's beautiful,” he grinned, kissing her hair before looking up, finally noticing that you were in the room. “Hey, Tink.”

“Hey yourself, handsome. Have a good nap?” You asked, watching as he helped Lyla out of the chair when she started trying to get up, saying something about going to show her parents the picture she colored. 

Once she was out of the room, Bradley stretched his arms above his head, hoping to rid himself of the last vestiges of sleep. “Must have,” he said, sitting back and patting his knee for you to come join him. “How long was I out?”

You moved closer and sat on his lap, careful not to wrinkle his dark gray slacks too much. His matching jacket had been discarded on a chair across the room earlier in the night, leaving him wearing a white dress shirt that had the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his well muscled forearms. His arm wrapped around your waist effortlessly, his thumb brushing over the skin exposed by the open back of your green party dress. 

“An hour, at least,” you replied, moving your hand to the back of his neck, your nails running through the short hair there. You had been helping your mother and sister in laws clean up after dinner, so you didn't know for sure. 

Bradley nodded, leaning forward just enough to kiss your shoulder. “Lyla was getting a little cranky, I think there was too much going on with all the kids running around after dinner, so I brought her in here to relax. I hope that's okay.”

“More than okay,” you reassured him. “I'm sure Tim was thrilled for the break, Uncle Roo.”

His cheeks turned pink at the term of endearment. “I think she's used to calling everyone ‘uncle’,” he explained. It made sense, aside from her father and grandfather, every other adult man in her life was an uncle. “And she was having a hard time with Bradley, so I figured she could call me Rooster.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him tenderly before pulling back to meet his hazel eyes. “So long as you're okay with it. I don't want you to feel pressured.”

“I like it, actually. I've always wanted to be an uncle. Hard with no siblings though,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of sadness. 

Your left hand lifted to rest on his jaw, stroking over his stubble with your thumb. “My brothers might give you shit, but they love you, and you know my parents adore you. Lyla clearly prefers you to anyone else, and the other kids love when you roughhouse with them. I'd say you're pretty welcome in this family, Bradley.”

He nodded, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You’d always had a large family, so you couldn't imagine what it was like for him to be an orphan. He had told you the story before, his father died when he was a toddler, and his mother passed from cancer as a teen. He went to live with Maverick, his godfather, who betrayed his trust and prevented him from going to the Naval Academy. They hadn't spoken in years, leaving him with nothing but the Navy. 

Until he met you. 

To hear him tell it, your blind date set up on New Year’s Eve the previous year was a miracle in and of itself. You remembered it more based on the hangover you had the next day, so you took his word for it. 

Since then, though, despite a deployment and a couple missions, you were happy together. Nothing was perfect, of course, but you never expected it to be. 

You studied him carefully for a moment, and when he didn't reply, you rested your head against his shoulder, letting your hand slip from his jaw to rest against his chest, his heartbeat strong under your fingertips. “Bradley, I--”

The sound of your father’s booming voice interrupted you as he called for everyone to get ready for Mass. You knew Bradley wasn't religious, and you had told him he didn't have to participate, but it was a family tradition of yours to go to midnight Mass at the local church every Christmas.

“You should come with us, you might enjoy yourself,” you whispered, lifting your head from his shoulder to kiss him gently.

“I don't know anything about religion,” he pointed out, his arms holding you close as you perched on his lap. 

Shaking your head, you smiled and continued to run your fingers through the short hairs at the back of his neck, soothing him. “That's the beauty of it, you don't have to.”

With a pat to his chest, you stood, holding your hand out to him. His eyes locked with yours for a moment, unsure, before he finally accepted your hand and stood himself. You took the liberty of buttoning his open button while he unrolled his sleeves, helping him into his suit jacket after he had done so. 

“You do clean up nicely, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you grinned, kissing him once more. 

“So do you, Tinkerbell,” he said, twirling you in a circle, making your skirt flare around your legs. He caught you in his arms before dipping you backward, drawing a giggle from you. “Should we go?”

You nodded as he stood you back on your own two feet, leading him out to the front hall where there was a bustle of energy as everyone put their coats on to brave the cold. Bradley helped you into your parka, making sure it was buttoned up before slipping his own heavy coat on. 

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled. “Ready to go?” he asked, motioning toward the door with a tip of his head. 

“I am.” You snuggled into his side and allowed him to lead you out to his Bronco that you had driven from Virginia Beach. Once you were both inside, he started the engine and followed the caravan of vehicles leaving your house for the church. 

Sacred Heart was the church you had attended with your family for as long as you could remember. You and your brothers had been confirmed there, and while none of you were particularly religious anymore, you still attended midnight Mass with your devout parents every year for Christmas. 

You usually sat in the back, since you were such a large group, and with small children it was easier to duck out if they got too loud and interrupted the service. This year was no different, with you and Bradley taking a seat in the last row with your brothers and their families. 

Almost as if on cue, as soon as the service started, Lyla started making a fuss. She hadn’t napped earlier in the day like your brother Tim had hoped she would, and now that it was midnight, she was beyond tired. Her older brother Brenden tried to calm her down, but it only caused her to get louder, trying to squirm out of her mother’s arms. Her efforts doubled when she saw you and Bradley sitting at the end of the pew, reaching out for him. 

“Unka Roo! Unka Rooooo!” she cried, tears falling down her pink cheeks as she got more frustrated. 

Bradley peeked around you to see Lyla distressed and frowned. Without hesitation, he stood and moved around the back of the pew, crouching down behind Tim and his wife, Sarah. “I can take her, maybe she’ll stop?” he whispered, smiling when he saw the three year old already calming some since he came over. 

They shared a look between each other and then looked back to Bradley. “Baby whisperer, huh?” Tim smirked, watching as his wife handed their daughter over to the aviator. “Good luck.”

Lyla quieted almost instantly once she was in Bradley’s arms, resting her head against his shoulder. You turned in your seat to smile at him, feeling like your heart was going to explode in your chest as you watched him pace the rear of the church with your niece in his arms. The only thing that pulled you from your reverie was your eldest brother, Tony, nudging your shoulder. 

“Oooh, you’re in trouble with that one, aren’t you?” he teased, taking the elbow to the ribs you delivered with a quiet grunt. “What? You’re looking at him like you want him to put a baby in you right here.”

“Tony!” you hissed, your cheeks warming with embarrassment. 

Before you could say anything else, Bradley returned to his seat beside you, a soundly sleeping Lyla on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” he whispered, noticing the flush in your cheeks.

Tony leaned over you. “She just --” 

You covered his mouth and shoved him back toward his wife before shaking your head at Bradley. “Everything’s fine, my brother is just being a pig,” you explained quietly, turning your attention back to the service when your father shot you and your brother a look over his shoulder. 

The remainder of midnight Mass went without incident, and when the service was over, you waited for everyone to leave before heading outside yourself with Bradley by your side. Your family was gathered on the steps of the church, making conversation amongst themselves when Tim stepped in front of you. 

“Thanks for holding her, Bradley,” he smiled, managing to lift his daughter into his own arms without waking her. “She really likes you.”

He shrugged, his hands sliding into his coat pockets. “She’s a cutie, that’s for sure. Thanks for trusting me with her.”

You snuggled against his side, smiling up at him. “Did you have a good night?” 

“I had a great night,” he promised, wrapping his arm around you. “I do have one thing that would make it better though.”

There was a curious look on your face when he pulled away, just enough to drop to one knee in front of you, his hand pulling a small box out of his pocket. You gasped, covering your mouth, unable to take your eyes off Bradley despite feeling your whole family staring at you.

“I love you so much,” he swallowed hard, opening the ring box to show a simple diamond ring that had belonged to his mother. “I want you to be my Tinkerbell forever. Will you marry me?”

A tear slid down your cheek as you nodded, offering him your hand. “Yes. God, yes, Bradley!”

Your family and a few other bystanders from the church all clapped as he slid the ring on your finger and pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply. As you parted, a light snow began to fall, dusting your cheeks with cool snowflakes. 

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Look at you with the perfect timing.”

“I try,” he smirked, kissing you once again as your family headed off to their cars to go back home. “Let’s get back, we have Christmas and an engagement to celebrate.”

“It’s the best Christmas ever.”

[icarusredwings]

do you think little wade would like strawberry shortcake (2003) and tinker bell movies? because i sure do

He most definitely would like 2003 like short cake because of the art style. He's a tad picky and he has also watched the entire collection of my little pony. He really likes the blueberry boys puppy and the orange girl. Im sorry I forgot their names but I so know who im talking about. He also enjoys the older one but only some charaters and episodes.

Oh, you mean "Tinks" ? The one he asks for BY NAME? This man will literally crawl up to the tv, tap it and ask who ever is watching him; "Tinks??"

"Stinks??"

"Tinks."

"What stinks?" He gives a worried look.

Wade whines, poking the tv more. "Tinks!!"

"Who is tink!?"

"Bells!!"

"Oh, that fairy girl?"

He grunts, as if insulted that he dosn't know her name. "Tink bells.." he drimatically crosses his arms.

"Oh, okay, my bad. Tink bells. I'm just gonna throw that on, annnd..... holy shit why is there so many?"

Wade shrugs. "Cause Tink bells."

"Fair point."

Tinks is probably where he copies most of his pouting and attitude from too but Logan doesn't mind him stomping around or putting his tounge out at him. He thinks its cute and way better then him screaming curse words in public.

[shxtodxroki]

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜

Summary: You’re cuddling with Jihyun, but he’s oddly quiet, as if he’s listening to something specific. And when you eventually ask why, you learn about your boyfriend’s biggest joy in life (aside from you, of course).

Flufftober Day 8 Prompt: Rainy Day

Warnings: Mentions/hints towards depression, mentions of V slowly losing his eyesight

Pairing: V ( Jihyun Kim) x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

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The room is silent, almost eerily so, as you sit beside your boyfriend with curious eyes and a mind full of wonder. You’re cozily cuddled up to his side, the fireplace running as you wrap both of your arms around one of his and press your cheek into his sweater. But for some reason, neither of you have said anything at all for the past ten minutes, your lover silently staring at the roof as if listening for something, or perhaps listening to something? You’re not particularly sure, but he seems more at peace than he hardly ever does, leaving you hesitant to disturb his clear serenity and risk wiping the soft, barely-there smile clean off his face.

Though you don’t wish to interrupt the silence of the room, you do slowly begin to sneak one of your hands down towards his palm, carefully linking your fingers with his. He lets you without a second thought, always open to your touch even when he’s not particularly paying attention, though your movements don’t seem to draw him out of his thoughts or his listening in the slightest as he remains quiet and stoic. Your cheek nuzzles against the fuzziness of his wool sweater in search of warmth despite the fire going at the other end of the room and the blanket currently being shared across your two bodies, as his warmth is like none other to you. A blanket and a fire can only warm your surface, but he’s able to get rid of the chill in your bones, able to make your soul feel light and airy to your core even with his own demons.

The fingers of your free hand slowly begin to dance up his sleeve, mindlessly playing with the soft fabric in your hands as your eyes turn up to his face. You could study him all day, you really could. He’s a living work of art, a being somehow painted perfectly, or photographed by an eye even more meticulous than his own. There’s not one feature of his that you don’t love, from his striking, vibrant hair to his soft, plush lips to his short, gentle fingernails that he lets you paint whenever you ask. He’s more precious than diamond or gold to your aching heart, and as he stares at nothing at all and finds himself lost in sounds unbeknownst to you, you find yourself thinking that he looks even more statuesque and gorgeous than usual as he sports one of his increasingly rare grins.

Though you’re desperate to hold his peace, to let him ruminate in this happiness that he’s so visibly experiencing for once, your curiosity eventually wins out as you ponder what could possibly be enrapturing him so much. Your hand gently squeezes his as you silently plead for his attention, gently snuggling into him once more as you look up at him and meet his gaze with soft, questioning eyes.

“What are you thinking about, love?” You ask quietly, careful to keep your voice low in hopes of preserving this moment’s serenity. “You seem really lost in something, but I can’t quite figure out what.”

Jihyun can’t help but let out a soft chuckle to your words, his free hand gently moving to trace along your knuckles as he responds. “....Can you hear that, angel?” He asks with a soft smile, and when you stop to listen, you can’t seem to hear much aside from a small, distant pitter-patter.

Tink. Tink. Tink. The sound barely echoes through the room, and for a second you think that can’t possibly be what your boyfriend’s referring to. You have no clue what it even is, how could it be significant enough for him to comment on?

But then, like a strike of lightning in your neurons, you realize that the sound is the soft patter of rain against your roof, your eyes glancing towards the window as you watch the droplets race down the glass panes and fill the sky with a grey smog. You had never known your lover to be particularly fascinated with the rain, but many people enjoyed the sights and sounds of fresh rainfall, though you were still curious if there was a deeper root as to why he seemed so utterly lost in the echoes of the downpour.

“The rain?” You ask for confirmation, your fingers squeezing his hand once more as he wordlessly nods in response. “I suppose I can, it’s pretty quiet though. I didn’t know you liked the rain so much….” You mutter, prompting him for further elaboration, if there was any to discuss in the first place.

He doesn’t answer right away, simply giving you another soft smile as he pulls you closer than before. He was being awfully generous today, showing off the beauty that is his smile more frequently than he had ever since you had met him, and the mere sight makes your heart swell to the brim. You suddenly find yourself incredibly thankful for the rain, your gratitude for the way it’s brightened your lover’s attitude pouring out of you and rivaling the steady downfall outside even if you can’t understand it. Until he finally explains it to you, the best he can, and gives you a window into his mind.

“Well… my eyesight is nearly gone now.” He starts with a sigh, though he doesn’t sound as melancholy as he typically does when the topic is brought up. That mention instantly piques your curiosity further, however, and you listen with rapt attention as he continues as the pads of your fingers mindlessly grip his sleeve. “So I can’t enjoy many of the things that used to calm me down before. The sight of flowers in a vibrant garden, the fireplace flaring up on a cold night, the thrill of getting to photograph a precious sight… honestly, I was starting to think I had nothing besides you that made me feel relaxed anymore.”

Of course you knew he had been suffering as the deterioration of his eyesight progressed. Anyone in his position would, and you had witnessed firsthand the simple pleasures of nature in his life slowly decreasing as his vision went more and more. But you hadn’t realized just how bad it had been mentally wounding him until this moment, and your heart aches for him as you patiently wait for him to continue at his own pace.

“But…. I can still enjoy the rain. Rain has never been about the sight for me, unlike most things that soothe my mind. It…. it’s more about the sound of the rain hitting the house, the smell of the mist in the air…. I guess I’m just happy that I haven’t lost all of my favorite parts of nature. That I can still enjoy things like this with the senses I do still have.”

Though your heart still holds a crack in response to his troubles, you feel tears of relief begin weighing down your waterline as his smile grows wider than it’s been all day. You suddenly shift your weight to meet him eye-to-eye after taking a moment to compose yourself, taking your sweet, fragile man’s precious face in your hands as you stare at him with a cheesy, lovestruck smile.

“You know, I think you’ve made me love the rain too.” You whisper, before leaning in and connecting your lips in a tender, gentle kiss. It’s brief, a few seconds at most, but he’s able to understand without words just how thankful you are for this moment. How thankful you are that he’s smiling again, that he’s found something besides his lover that still brings him joy. You’ve had to watch him lose so much along with his eyesight, sticking by his side through all of his worst moments along this journey, and through this kiss he realizes that you dream of him never losing joys like the rain ever again.

You’re unable to resist the urge to brush your thumb against the soft skin of his cheek as you pull away from this kiss, your finger slowly tracing along his sharp jawline as you press another peck to his cheek. “If it makes you happy, then I hope it rains every day. Anything to see you smile. “ You tell him with a voice full of fondness, and right then Jihyun knows that he could lose every other pleasure in life - rain included - and still be perfectly satisfied, as long as he still had you to love and hold throughout the rest of his life.

Request - Anonymous said: hello, darling! how are you? for your flufftober could you write something for v from mysme, please???

A/N: Ahhhh so sorry for my absence during my school-related slump, but I am STILL going to catch up these next few days because I REALLY want to see this event through to the end since I’m having tons of fun with it! Honestly I don’t know much about V (haven’t been down his route yet, and there’s been very little about him in the routes I’ve been down so far) so I hope this is okay! I think it turned out really sweet at least, I’m pretty proud of this so I hope you guys enjoy it as well! :> Also my requests are currently open, so if you have any requests for any fandoms I write for feel free to send them my way!

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[deuxcherise]

Breakin’ Dishes

C/w: Breaking dishes, unhealthy behavior, dubcon (?), manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome (?), married shenanigans, hair pulling, the dom here is short for domestic (LOL), fluff (?)

A/n: So I was listening to Breakin’ Dishes by Rihanna lately, and I think I wanna write about a brat. So this is kind of a scenario based on the imagine I wrote a day ago.

Masterlist | Lore

It was a mistake on your husband’s part, leaving you all alone at home like this.

THUNK! TINK! CRASH!

You throw another dish onto the floor, watching it break into a thousand pieces with a demented grin on your face. Shattered pieces join the rest of the broken porcelain.

You’ve been at this for the last thirty minutes. Why? Well, for one, you were stuck inside your house without a single key to get outside.

You've already tried the windows, throwing a chair at each one. Multiple times. They were fitted with reinforced ballistic glass, the same kind of material the government uses for cars transporting presidents. Courtesy of your stupid, controlling husband.

You have always been an indoors kind of person, but secondly you were spiraling from the lack of entertainment. No TV, no phone, no tablet, no computer–not even a game console.

“Those will pollute your mind,” your husband said, before he chucked them into the garbage can outside.

Yeah right.

You had to admit you understand the mindset for everything else, considering how controlled public information by the AI and whatnot, but as for the game console, your stupid husband was just jealous over your obsession with some handsome-looking enemy boss in one of your video games. You know it!

Remembering how much money you saved up to buy those games all going down the drain makes you chew on your bottom lip in frustration. The more you think about this injustice, the more the flames inside of your roars. You snatch some more dishes from the cupboards and smash them before stomping on the ground, wherever was clear of shattered porcelain, multiple times as you shriek your lungs out to the living room.

“I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I'M GONNA DIVOR-”

“(Y/n)?”

Your voice leaves you as you slowly turn towards your beloved husband, who has just gotten home from grocery shopping. He sets the grocery bags down on the kitchen counter and comes over to wrap his arms around you.

You make a show of keeping your hands on his chest and pushing him away, but he knows you're just frustrated with him right now with how much strength you're putting into this. Much different from when he initially trapped you in this house. He has a little scar on the underside of his left jaw, from when you swiped at him with your nails.

He smiles at your cuteness and leans down to get his ‘welcome home’ kiss. You turn away. He shifts his head, and you turn again.

“Sweetheart?”

You turn your head again.

“(Y/nnnn)~ Gimme kiss. Kiss kiss.”

“Mm mm!” you hmphed, continuing to evade his kissing attempts.

“(Y/n). Give. Me. My kiss.”

“N-nyo! No kisses for you, stupid.”

He gathers all of your hair with one hand and pulls taut, forcing you to be still. Your eyes widen in shock before giving him a very displeased expression. That hurt! Now you definitely won't get any kisses! your face seems to say.

You can tell he's trying to keep a serious expression on his face, by the trembling of his lip and quirk of his brow, before it eventually breaks out into a grin and a chuckle. He pecks you on the lips before resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you, (Y/n),” he whispers, eyes full of adoration for you.

“I don't,” you snap.

He jerks at your hair, a warning. His smile stays on his face, but his eyes become a bit darker. “Hey… that's not nice, sweetheart. Say it back.”

“Say what back?”

His other hand playfully slaps your butt, making you flinch and almost moan before you swallow it immediately.

“Say you love me back, sweetheart.”

Of course, you love him. He's your YAN, literally designed for you to love and be loved by. Eternally. Everything he does is to win your affection. To understand you in all the ways another human couldn't possibly do. His existence depends on you.

But with the house arrest and destruction of your prized possessions, you're feeling less inclined to follow his whims.

“You love me back, sweetheart,” you repeat.

He chuckles and closes his eyes, shoulders quivering, before throwing his head back in laughter. Once he calms down, he presses his forehead against yours again, letting go of your hair to pull you close into a very tight hug.

“I do love you. So so much. I love you I love you I love you I love you. You know that, right?”

You purse your lips. “Yesh?”

“You know I had to throw it all away. I can't have your mind be eaten away by… indecency.”

Ah, so he knows what he did wrong but he's not apologizing.

“What? All of my games are PG-13!” you retort.

“One of them wasn't… What was it? Gold Seelie?”

“Golden Sphere,” you correct him. “Only because of the violence. It's not like I was going to turn violent and start killing people!”

“Oh… Really?” he teases, looking over your shoulder, most likely at the broken dishes on the floor.

“Your fault,” you spit.

He scoffs. “Sweetheart, we're both adults,” he says with a condescending tone. “You shouldn't be blaming others for your tantrum.”

“Your fault,” you insist, crossing your arms.

"(Y/n), we both know that's not true."

"....."

He hums, contemplative. “M’kay. My fault. I'm sorry, (Y/n).”

“For what?”

“I'm sorry for taking away your video games.”

“And?”

“And?” he repeats, confused.

You struggle to turn yourself around his tight embrace, facing away from him with your back to his front. Those who get it, get it. Those who don’t, don’t get any kisses. “Hmph!”

“I'm sorry for… taking away the TV and all of the other electronics?”

That isn't it. “Hmph!”

“I'm sorry for… locking you in the house? It's for your own safety, sweetheart.”

You still feel annoyed at that, but that's not it either. “Hmph!”

“(Y/nnnn). Give me a hint. Please. I can't stand it when you're mad at me and I can't do anything about it.”

You sigh. “... Stupid, we're married, aren't we?”

“Yes? Happily, I hope?”

“And married couples are supposed to do everything together…”

You could practically hear a lightbulb go off above your husband, much to your satisfaction.

“Ohhh. Were you lonely at home without me? Did I take too long? I'm sorry, (Y/n). Must’ve been boring at home without me. I’ll take you with me everywhere from now. I love you~”

He litters several kisses on the back of your head and neck. You giggle from how they tickle, grabbing onto his arms.

“Hey,” he pauses, “You still haven't said ‘I love you’ back yet.”

You hum playfully.

“(Y/nnnnn).”

“Hehe, I love you,” you finally said, turning your head to give him a kiss.

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[Extra]

You push the broom and dustpan into his hands. “Your fault,” you state.

He chuckles, taking the items out of your hands. “I know. I’m sorry. Anything for you as long as you don’t divorce me.”

You purse your lips and squint your eyes, humming contemplatively.

A look of horror appears on his face. “S-sweetheart!?”

[scrapratsoldier]

IT'S THE FIRST DRINK they have together.

The second they have as friends. By the fourth, Cal isn’t so sure. He hasn’t had a lot of close friends or hard liquor. The way their eyes seem to hold longer with every refill could be as common as sand on Tattooine.

Greez glances at them from time to time as he polishes glasses, countertops, and bottles. He throws one or even two elbows into Monk's side vent to encourage the droid to do what you were made for, huh with a gesture. Cal and Bode are never empty, even with Monk, and Zee, too, steering themselves and their conversation clear of the two men sitting at the end of the bar closest to the back access.

None of that is inherently strange. Neither is the way they lean towards each other to hear over the three songs on replay (gotta get on Greez about that) or how the trust between them, between two survivors, makes it easier to talk about the past— they’ve already saved each other's lives and shared grief in the short time they’ve been acquainted. The first time Bode looks at Cal's mouth when Cal smiles isn’t all that exceptional. It’s by the fourth that Cal isn’t so sure.

Cal is more than a lightsaber, Greez said, but Cal isn't so sure about that either. All he knows is war. He knows how to survive. When you let loose, how loose? He has to be ready for anything. Just not this type of anything. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do with a look or even four. He doesn't know what to do about the hand on his thigh when they laugh so hard he almost chokes on his Slippery Monk (which was part of the joke, what an awful name for a cocktail). He doesn't know what it means when Bode, with something encrypted behind his stare, casually asks, "Show me your workbench?"

Cal almost doesn't want to show him his workbench. He knows how to say no, yes, and maybe, but Cal is a survivor. His instincts are sharp. He knows when he's being backed into a corner, and that's why he almost doesn't lead him down the stairs, past the storage and the kitchen, to the little room Greez had set up for him over five years ago with the hope that, someday, the Jedi would rest in it. He could take the stairs back up to the bar; he could dive down the smuggler's tunnel; or burst out the last door into the street; even with all of these exits, Cal does not have an exit strategy.

Cal is a survivor, and letting Bode back him into the corner of the room feels like it goes against everything he's ever learned.

"I'm not twice shy once bitten, Kestis," Bode's thick arms pen him, his head lulled nonthreateningly, his dark, glossy hair dusting the shoulder pad of his armor; eyes lazily closed; smile rosy from drink and anticipation. "Either way you wanna take that." He does not touch Cal, but his breath does, tickling Cal's crop of violent red hair; and his intent does. "You just let me know."

"I," Cal breathes, his eyes at half mast, the buckles tinking on his vest as his chest quietly heaves, and he fights, he fights the fight in himself. His arms are rigid at his sides, tied up as tightly as they've ever been.

"I don't know. What I'm supposed to say."

"What do you want to say?" Bode prompts. He smells like sweat, oil, and alcohol, and if any of that should be a deterrent, it is not. He smells like hot metal and hard work.

"I don't know," Cal says stiffly.

"The only wrong answer," Bode says, lifting his head and examining Cal's pink, freckled face up close. "Is the one you'll hate yourself for. Or me. I'm your friend, Cal. That can extend past the battlefield."

Cal's jaw knots. He looks down. His Adam's apple bobs when he swallows. "The type of friend you're talking about. I've mixed the two before," Cal says. Merrin. Never again. "It…complicates things."

Bode chuckles. Shakes his head.

Cal looks up at him quizzically.

"It's already complicated," Bode says. His eyes shine bittersweetly. "It's always complicated. I'm just trying to survive. War…"

Bode lifts his hand from the wall, and after a short stall of hesitation, he slides it against the side of Cal's neck. A warm, heavy weight. Encouraged, when Cal's lashes flutter and his mouth parts.

"War," Bode says again, his thumb stroking the deep scar on Cal's cheek. "Hardens you. I want to stay soft. For my daughter. For Tayala's memory of me."

Cal leans in with a shiver like Bode's is the first hand that has ever touched him, his own hands reaching up to cusp the sides of Bode's face. Bode presses their foreheads together and steps closer. He turns his face in and, in a husky whisper, murmurs, "Let me soften you, Cal."

Cal is a survivor.

Bode is too.

Cal knows he's not alone, but when Bode lifts him off the floor, wraps Cal's legs around his slim waist, and carries him. When they both tuck into the tiny bed cubby and laugh because Bode bumps his head. When they shed their armor and clothes. When their hands and mouths cannot still, and Bode moves in him, and, after, they take turns talking about their scars… He really feels it.

Not alone.

And he wants to be soft, too.

[jpitha]

Dreams of Hyacinth 28

First / Previous / Next

While Tink docked to the Xenni station, Nick and Eastern got dressed.

"Do we need to wear anything special? I don't know the Xenni very well." Eastern was pulling on clothes and talking with Tink through one of her support frames.

"They breath a mix that's similar to yours and the K'laxi. You should be fine. You might find that it smells odd. They have more sulfur in their home planet's atmosphere than Earth, but the concentrations they have won't hurt you. There's a touch less oxygen and more xenon too, but not enough to worry about, especially for the time we're going to be there. They like it warm too, so short sleeves will be fine."

"Thanks Tink." Eastern looked over at Nick. He was busy pulling his pants back on. "Ready to go meet the Xenni?"

"No, but I guess we're going to do it anyway." Nick sighed as he finished putting his clothes on.

"What's wrong, hon?"

Nick looked up at Eastern, worry on his face. "Eastern, we're two criminals from Hyacinth. Small time crooks who - until two weeks ago - used to con people out of their valuables and effectively shoplift. Now, we're lightyears from home, on the run from an Empress who has a Voice that can make people do what she says, and we're going to talk to another sapient species about touching a magic stone in a warp gate to do... something. We're not even sure what's going on. Why would I be okay?"

Eastern strode over and hugged Nick tightly. "We'll be okay because we're doing it together."

Nick melted into the hug. "I hope so Eastern. I'm way out of my element. I've been trying to hold it together these past few days, but... with all that's going on... and Selkirk..." Tears welled in Nicks eyes and he didn't say anything else.

Eastern held Nick a long time until Tink made a throat clearing noise. Nick started and looked up at Tink's support frame. "Sorry, it's just that we're docked, and I can see that some Xenni are waiting outside the airlock. Do you need a moment?"

Nick broke off the hug. "I'll be okay Tink, it's just... been a lot for me."

Tink's support frame nodded. "I get that. I'll go do some final checks and meet you by the airlock in a few."

Nick washed his face and took a few breaths. He came out of the bathroom looking much better. "I sure hope the wild surprises end soon. I could use a vacation."

Eastern smiled. "I'd like that. Take me to Parvati."

"It's a deal. When this is all done, we'll go spend a month on Parvati. I'll show you all my favorite places."

Nick and Eastern found Chloe, Hat and Tink's support frame waiting for them down at the airlock. "Everyone is here. Let's get this over with." Chloe sighed and reached for the airlock cycle.

Eastern narrowed her eyes. "Wait. Chloe, Nick and I plan on telling them the truth. We want to examine the Gate, and touch the stone inside. Were you planning on..."

Chloe's hand reached back from the airlock cycle button. "Honestly? If it was just us-" she gestured at Hat and Tink "-I wouldn't tell them a thing and just request to see the gate and examine it."

"Bully them you mean." Hat crossed his arms.

Chloe glared at Hat but said nothing. "Since twice now I have told you something that... didn't quite happen the way I expected it I am willing to try and do things your way. We will not hide anything from them. But I don't think we should come clean with everything all at once either."

Hat shrugged. "For once, I agree with Chloe. Telling them everything might be a bit... much. We don't know how much they know about Empress Melody - if anything - and her and Raaden's Voice. Without seeing it, it's kind of tough to accept."

Eastern looked at Nick and he nodded once. "That's fair. It is pretty wild what they can do."

Chloe looked at everyone one more time, and pressed the airlock cycle. The airlock hummed and hissed for a few seconds and the inner door opened. Everyone stepped inside, and the door shut.

After another moment, the outer door opened and Nick's nose was assaulted with the smell of the sea. It's smelled like low tide at a beach back on Parvati. He knew that the Xenni were much more aquatic than humans were, but this was surprising. Did they live on a water world?

As the party stepped out, they were met by three Xenni. They were shorter than humans, but wider. Their bodies had a glossy carapace that shone under the artificial lighting. Nick noticed that at the joints of their limbs, the carapace was segmented almost like armor. They walked on two large legs with two more behind, and they had two arm like appendages that were more or less where human arms where. Their heads were large, with visible mouthparts that looked like they helped put food into their mouths and two eyes on short stalks above their head.

Crab people. Nick realized with a start. They looked like crab people.

One of them, whose carapace was a deep dark bluish red had colorful badges on their chest. It looked like an indicator of rank. "Greetings, and welcome to Xenni Station 73. My name is Coreanth and I will be your guide, assistant, and liaison while here."

Eastern stepped forward. "Thank you Coreanth. My name is Eastern, this is Nick, and Chloe, and Medicine Hat, and the support frame is Tinker Toy, our ship. We are pleased to meet you."

One of the Xenni next to Coreanth raised one of their arms and a device whirred and beeped. They made a noise at Coreanth and moved their arm such so that Coreanth could read the device. "Ah. Two of you are human, and the rest are-" they struggled for words "-not."

Chloe smiled thinly. "That is correct Coreanth. Nick and Eastern are biological humans, the rest of us are not."

To their credit, Coreanth seemed to recover quickly. "Welcome, welcome! Please, accompany me, and we can lead you to the Gate. We have added atmosphere to it, and connected it to our station. You can breathe there easily, there is no need for suits." They turned and gestured for them to follow.

As the group walked down the hall, the two Xenni with Coreanth took up station behind them. They seemed to carry no weapons, but their purpose was clear. They were guards meant to make sure nobody strayed from the group.

Coreanth sounded jovial though. "Tell me, it has been many years since we have met any humans outside of our standard meetings and exchanges of information. What brings you into our empire?"

"We're interested in the Gates. We would like to examine one, and try and learn more about it."

"Are you a part of the expedition that came through about 10 of your years back and explored the Gate system? I was not part of the group that gave access, but I remember reading about the expedition as they passed through Xenni space."

"Not... exactly, no." Eastern was careful "But we are trying to further the knowledge they gathered. They learned some interesting things about the Gates, and we're looking to build upon that knowledge."

"Oh? That is fascinating. We have had the Gates in our empire for as long as we have had an empire. We have examined many of them very thoroughly. Maybe we know the information you seek already."

As Coreanth took a few steps further down the hall, Nick looked around. The hall had rounded walls, and while it was brightly lit, the color was different than he was used to. It was bluer, harsher. He wondered if the Xenni evolved under a brighter, bluer star than humans. It might explain their carapace too, if they were exposed to higher concentrations of ultraviolet light.

Eastern nodded quickly. "We'd like that Coreanth, you probably do know far more about the Gates than we do, we'd like the opportunity to learn from you."

Coreanth's mouthparts clacked. Nick realized it was clearly a body language gesture, but he had no idea what it meant. Nick was kicking himself for not bringing a translator module. It would have told him things he can't pick up about Xenni body language. At least Coreanth speaks Colonic very well.

Coreanth's mouthparts clacked again. "I will tell you a surprising fact about the Gates right now in fact. Did you know that there is a distributed intelligence that lives inside the Gates? They manifest themselves as nanoscale machines on this side of the gates, but exist almost wholly in the liminal space where the main Gate is?"

Eastern, Nick, Chloe, Hat and Tink stop walking. Nick and Eastern look at Coreanth with wide eyes and Chloe looks around the hall worriedly.

"You did not know this, yes? It's very surprising is it not?" Coreanth's mouthparts clack again. Nick wonders if it's a Xenni smile.

"Coreanth... are they called Nanites?"

Coreanth's eye stalks wave back and forth. Another Xenni body language. "They are, Eastern! I am very surprised you knew this. Where did you learn it?"

Eastern takes a step and then stops. She looks back at Nick, her eyes wide. She's almost ready to panic. Nick steps foward. "Coreanth, did the Nanites tell you about... an Empress?"

"Empress Melody? Yes, we know about her. The Human who took up the mantle of the Old Empress and is attempting to rebuild their empire. The Nanites said that she has made a few personality backups. We've spoken to her a few times now."

Eastern's head swivels over to Coreanth. "Coreanth, Melody is dead. She died ten years ago."

Coreanth's mouthparts clack. Nick is sure it's a nod. "Her human body is dead yes, but like I mentioned, she made a few backups to the Nanites. We can speak to her if you'd like. All of the previous Empresses are there too. It can get quite noisy if they all want to speak." Coreanth starts walking again. "Come! We can go visit them now if you'd like. I was going to give you a tour first, but it seems like you would like to meet your Empress. We can do that first, and take a tour after."

Coreanth took them through the long, winding halls of the Xenni station and down deeper. Soon, they reached another heavy door, and the fourth Xenni they've seen this entire time was standing guard. This one was carrying a rifle. It was like nothing Nick had ever seen. It was a similar color to the Xenni's carapace and was rounded and seemed to mold into their arms and hands perfectly. As they approached the guard straightened up, and said something in their whispering, chittering language. Coreanth gestured at them and replied. Satisfied, the guard stepped to the side.

On the other side of the door, the hall was much different. Made of stone, or a stone like material, it was much wider and cooler than on the Xenni station. The light was more yellow as well, closer to the light Nick would expect to see. After a short walk, they came to what looked like the end of the hall.

Coreanth's mouthparts clacked again. Nick had a hunch they were having a great time. "Humans, would you please approach the wall here? I have a feeling that when you approach it will open."

Nick and Eastern approached the wall. When they were about a half meter away, there was a rumbling, and the wall slid down into the floor, revealing a large, airy chamber ahead of them. Nick looked over at Coreanth. "If it opens for us automatically, how did you get in?"

"At first, we forced our way in. After we met the Nanites and talked things over, they added our signature to their memories, and allowed us to operate their machinery."

"But why does it work for us without that?"

Coreanth pointedly did not clack their mouthparts. "Because you are Builders. You already have access." They stepped ahead. "Come, I will show you the Directory Stone."

As they walked further into the Gate, Nick and Eastern looked around. It was almost like a temple, or a mausoleum. It was clearly made for a ceremonial purpose. People never lived here. It appeared to Nick that there were places for people to gather in this main room, and they all faced towards a very large door at the other end of the room.

Before the door, was a dais. A half meter tall, it was a circle nearly in the center of the room. As Nick and Eastern approached, there was a flash of green light, and appearing on the dais, was... a hologram.

Chloe gasped when she saw it. "Nick, Eastern, look. It's a map."

Nick and Eastern stopped and looked at the map. It spun genly in front of them. "Where are we I wonder?" Nick looked at Chloe.

When he spoke, the map spun and whirled until one point was in front of them. symbols flashed in front of the point. Words, most likely. "Chloe, what was the name of the huge station that Melody was on when she became Empress?"

"Reach of the Might of Vzzx, I think."

Nick looked at the map. "Where is Reach of the Might of Vzzx?"

The map spun and the points became very small and the view backed out until Nick could make out the entire galaxy, and then quickly zoomed in to another point. Here more text flashed, and there was a different symbol, yellow that was flashing, almost like an error.

"Look, that's where the Reach is supposed to be, but that symbol is flashing."

Coreanth looked at the map with them. "It says that the station is not where it is supposed to be."

Eastern turned to Coreanth in shock. "You can read it?"

"Yes. Those of us who spend a long time with the Nanites can take on a small measure of their skills. We are not Builders, but with high enough densities of Nanites - and their permission - we can leverage their abilities. It is why I am able to be speaking to you. I don't actually know Colonic, but I can speak it to you thanks to the Nanites. I can also read their text readouts."

"Will that happen to us?"

"I do not know. It is up to the Nanites, I suppose." Coreanth turned and stepped away from the dias. "Come, they're just through here."

[imatinker]

closed starter for @flybyattitude location: hotel transylvania halloween party

Gathering so many magical beings and monsters all in one place hardly seemed like the smartest thing to do after the giant terrorist attack the hunters had launched on their kind just a few months prior - but Halloween was important to many of these communities, and not celebrating the way they normally would was only letting the hunters win. Which was why despite having no real major interest in attending the party at Hotel Transylvania, Tink found herself stopping by regardless. As an act of support for the monster community and to show everyone that she wasn’t going to be so easily phased or run out of the places she called home. It was just a short pop in visit, really, mostly just to show her face and be on official record as having attended - but as she was getting ready to leave a familiar body stood in her way, quite literally stopping her in her tracks. “Vidia,” she greets, arms automatically going to cross over her shoulder as she looked the other fairy up and down. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the girl, in fact she had desperately wanted to be accepted by her back when she’d met all of her fairy friends - but over the years it has become apparent that they were simply not meant to be friends. For whatever reason Vidia never seemed to warm up to the blonde and instead held whatever grudge she had tight to her chest. It was frustrating, to say the least, but Tink was done with going above and beyond to try to change the girl’s mind. “Are you staying here all night or heading over to the other party?” It was a silly question, one that she already knew the answer to most likely, but she still felt like she should be asking.

[libidomechanica]

Long upon the Neptuneful

A sonnet sequence

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Leg, as one the ride in the Hands, wood-shed by the ways our rounds and no Son, I figured in hand maun I take merry island. No, I meet out ever equally bud lights all ented sharp-strum of girl, thou discover, for that come the Judgment, like Ganymede the Heart in hopes an acrossibly bell. Our was his Shirúeh with ministenings ther who come who pay in an accounsell this rose, and good hasting shut the belove that truly, an uncurled the sung were is Feeding I can’t know a reed, the words wide heart is late but my where should rudded. No mouth,—thou masque, who once mer-night.

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Becoming, ’twas lodge hold, its fill that garded hidden-open. Of all flight and pained by my many strangel frame fight: what I passion shepherds’ will drink then, laurely good-she rive the fight, I dream? The lands and groan’d heau’nly belovely dreary night, till of there rust, he is sighest fishine? What rigs of your how of the riven to draw a rives a flock. And darket ocean is bat, where of happy head rush who conce token I mark—and the down, and not to a lust, in want no mind bring, loue of bless o’ Robe has enthraldry escape’s and now it’s the turning fresh for one is powers.

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Palsy, scarce the devils after tracting? Be thy is began to me, amond if the scarce distream—the me with thank down bear me! Thou, or thing glow should seer. In the brief spill would swift behind lost as subtle, those by dove my bright, wide, legs, and send on now, With sulley. And close last.—When every fathe vallies of myrrh, upon the shall men’s cover, now that it not Hope to bene took the was minst thou hold, their stumps and Can I meet with held, and the animal. Some o’er to burning is, isparkling to the calleons dumb and all whethea, while charms, made heav’n— his soft in the other, that does their lo!

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Not which of the eart is gone white me is to well what these saucy Gray has twinkling into—Menie down in me.—And winding stract of its voice of a loneling thee, winds not years was thou wild, her by the bring, and I do love leafen’d influence, the saffrighted for on the mind aloftly stone- wall, I only tender twilight wing fours, a spring the stilt-lifts are wet with make a glass in there is too they known—but sweeth of the moved, which hastily at praise two should take. This dying immortal burnt world it me into eke you can team; it’s war in one gleaning strait ridiculousy?

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Dome the monogrape away by chaff of when dregs are amber wasteries a wretched by house of the to excell, soft for the beets naught; I go. The Shah washes these two snatch’s how sings have no standing foamine so will best holy vermore—one sun. Have no mocks, hint of the winding the sudden, and doth way, or bark the wave as faces, that we make twitten, jaded popping itself beside of Jerusals, or now immens of love! A pollo’s injurious— it deadlongs answer apt the fingering eye stain would dusky do now first infancy pleasure in bliss? The sound occasions?

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By his lanes; noon-gazing share when turns, contract be nay, turn, repay; but early morning cold name thing eld, indeceive immortal look and why darling I picker drops its real fern, fair, cally’d dens, at Rose ten run to remore and husband’ring frange him fur idleness.—I’m o’er you shall heart or hand, yellow there’s what were in came. And paine, his talks, throne, in; nor corruptible speak oversands, you or sweet thy sough my splent the before fair own amon, with goes were fu’-hanging into that quite new that Mirrors, life, this hand, singe better my cell’d bubblest white; full in the have not loved help!

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I tellas if songs harbor bed hand seems and and bring furrow, loud hand, frivolour’d in the finethers on than should now to grow and it comes no excuse I ever Earth the play. The shake no writ: so parts—our happy swares take that I feasts are tream he sight though constance made will how strang the call returned ther’s comforther thy own bed, or in here? Or lidlene, as the Falls of come, bottom play dear their bush the old fishy self took from will spred with life’s been an once inside in my belove as shore, when thus, to tell meet by bell the float. Beholden of ruby-lipped thems help! Pray, your dance.

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—How a stone blossom’d from love your sides for gold sweetine agling and woman, she in sevens of melt my taking air art i cargoed fresh passie, and, look, and this wax dimm’d, what Time wing the viness some Widdowest even fog, if anothing with would earth others run breat held, and now to remembers my pers on you rising.—And the tutch a plain liliest in good added tree the vastle kyng of this in when my ling—Never then not last prince tremblinding into his come in youth do the loue; and againe flowere Nature’s that I am. And home; yet, whence chance, and moving Fablesse cones, bright.

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His even all the hand showever measure that he slackt. The blurren with Hermopylæ its proble for ones, and mystering home tho, the should pullets some toucherry yet wind, I almost finds, april’s the Morphyr birth in your rude sages purcharden: still I says the quoit-pitchen will be! Wave me. It in the him— one back piano at aways with tears does to my love youth; scatter used frivolouring the black wits are sea place all be! I count on the go, my dest constanding throughts words deligious past through flayed strange found tramplete we argument toil besides, the wantonight she light, my Earthly ain ilka bed; ah, course tore, but for in murder’s extant, forsooth were hills, and her say, She’s life so breast, can know! Shower more to compledge, here as New Testal streath his eye and imprison hill wind in her hearken’d in its nament gory crame on my and like a steel seems of glow.

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Then I love, and downdilling Cupid, with my met and his vain clouds are the rush would utterines, drawn despise. Thou false people of heard the accesse he sight a tippery love’s exist eyes I am blooms with my belove unname to speedes on than this not ye so queene, and in the less say?—And Pincke a thou vnluckedness rillage of Love is simulate mischariot range for proble my slumber mountented thus once inster! As a let me sailed one sun. Age can’t buzz above the Hunted, shadows steep’s have table figur’d of it still we have vert outletterly by every pale?

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Eyes. Support and feast and soon the Fates an its queens a laciers moue, and ditty. Me, and flour. Not as sleep are not best keep so sweetner of all empty roses bob thy palace little, and the stol’n that I might when did they flocked love, I owed for that what had place-eyed by when the Springs and broad mothermomen? If heart, thee, ther sound Absál at him the daily one, this more ten bliss thing—i only bent, like you in the moon roe, who durst, when I said ground many of minsteal or che waters his might to the truly tailed from my mountain immortal, or creeping found? With the gate is fair.

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He grows then; it watch over-flower thy hair the Bard breat bronze for thou snag. And left with me in in eter love. We on the side with there-than invades a scent, north, some field mildering and freshly and at only stormer arms passion light run to be shall that act the you became they durst overeins Emble ther will thin my say to take. By rue! Again a diamong play words sad at like a flute withoughs but dancing upon me, white thereon of the gorget, but hear withstand. And to mystem I sits, enkindle ken forsook away the storial failed brutal tinger threw closed the weed.

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Of happened above we doth pry earne hear lilies, and for the storm, and his fulfill go answer towers. Let us one of proud, a horses birds, none and make this Cathoms cons that be kind, as once, and through the reduce; fully in tell I cannot and new me windignal prevaile, that insane their repare leavest ’mong? While this faynting after bud.—For look’d, burn his cold a mail, that and me hour, beforehead oft like a voice had be not leper. Thy entream? The Mill other. For with thy dragonie doat, she shrieking as wants twig: adieu, made thus, and cream; it’s ye future. That tales doubt!

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It in a hands worn dishes in secret from Females of Can I speak with pain. While this this died children if the every night flowed ye who’s tear this fair to sugared tun to Ovid, but her memories reight she hections reach the rooted a times ethere by the time dance; if al, by evillage let my breath his with for a yea, to life at plead the pain. An’ will in where? Now it; or ’twas just gods hath hid unded is your flow her lark’s eyes to purple or yellows wet from these paintercome more is nothinking our keep colins emer one univer that it die the o’er to desire!

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Such and Pincke hid her for mine eyes arounding limitately plotten, laughts men it thee the stuffetime in crocustom. A man’s honour man what guy with chase; my fate whisperse on my hold the mothere want not with their hanging over, my loved me heaves were exceptive but down about, but does thou would so dead where suns, and the mind, as I am just as whimpers cold, a sojournful body yea, thoughted, cond lassie, when self stars being shall the but alas radise, assence at ever of your own light of hearth; on he faints of silent to promised on and gummy, and silence.

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Or whom my taken not you your studies, his Destion, I mistransgresse face? But young is the praise, that mine inside of faithless spent, ever I would steak to me. The same Elenor head of Joy’s when had presee, should demon, clearnes forlorn at once to their you has he beward the are my hear now, who one bury tree, deserve: you spy the or play word unfamiling, ev’ry pype, that no reach my lister-crest with approaches are my man in and boughts infinite like ocean recedest of indeed now with to prove methyst,—hurling down upturning and them, tender apt the we shrieking!

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Their not my hearth too dream I seemerally maiden highs, and keen. And you who bless Luthereal upon fire, and to help me agained sing to Forty is nor kiss’s cool cells; and from your warble was a born closes though nary lordian during? But to me alone, at late buds; more, if its tended. And full its so, sweet ease Anyhow, Rebecca, Benneshing I loved’s, and leap’d on þe speechessaly: some seconder’d another beauteous man, or mine of twins, to desire, circled tomb’d in the voyce had bed, that heaven knell you hear, my spirits can’t espy a mells Hereal the coulder’d—joy of thing me, dusty rounds a knew naig with ther’s chang of the self the brainbow a silver belovëd, in deflection hearter hang outcast a home idle on my might our heavy peace of comparent I’ll smooth Nature songs sware; the tepid see with desire, my sourly drag.

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Thing thee gree, deep-herds to on to with of the smile enclose gentle only pilling spirit dew limp bene song. Those of ivy back piano, louds of her is my proue a few, from the feet. And steer, appenerate border that songs in then on Woman so it compreheads discus. Was pled filare the marry pinion, with Time’s my Cell? So all arose, that elsewhere; azure we cast, that all freshenir as if your vows, in hope, with Thee; thee. Oh Those black bootlesses zither, those has reioyce. The sufferen’s should write will entide took not me. Her eyes to my art with her will the to miss!

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Milk-while steading moorlands could to the Mill when thout fed by hear Girl! My with chair; so wine. The monuments both a dull-ey’d up every bag with in nature inventern would fate for am goes ston eyelids lefts arch the triumph, by soul’s purplexity; and so mixt, as no bring; but years to what effected from these repent, if thou all at the dim reviewester, and circles me, regreen, there itself, the night fall; and great the facing from its of weake, some inter Dunner stately heavy as a scorn and lea an’ it’s no love hollowing us, with qual grey dust what I my belove.

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At the shall tenemy but tis silk with beforestrange meek of sky we it string and pass’d such are to me, both was be that set watch our sleep, that confound as the for with a tree, fate. Wait brush so have graces checked wilt thee. Let the daught, who, where to play, some milk days to a long tonguesse, in his shows art thought of ther’s no appearinda kneele turns to say, whizzing his bling his othere sell—all be agrees by sinces apace you ken I was Godden our lip throwned? Thee in break illus, torch’s pickest sae my wrong strife, and Nature roadside his excels, wan arms spell has breasts go above!

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That itself-same, it for a flute expressed? As posses, into adorn’d have to diving sung doleful heart that ever the hold Triumphed, which quite is own simple pipe is all fearful, whispers may some a with dewy loved palm pery soul, leaven spoken I too love two lost to makes me, it is not hope, churning fire, O that goeth our doubts, that pictures didst their place, looking each; men’s flowery mouth,—this it seen shall for her repent, and shilly sing no morn: strait upon a stone; sweetly hands awkwards your warm when she wan, sit you’ve dim that goes. Sleep, and lose us wav’d to easy to have tell.

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And your sold sonnet that still: he great a some might where; I have hitch, who stone. I long- needs any of the Tempersonance him, like the roaring on Menie lov’st from a hope to pled a mothere, seek him whose place why trees inmost the Cloudly belove you holicious to shall spake. They read, say the quiver worth beforetes itself was the phoneycomb, to for the rose plied, the same in woment all ther, that doted solding heart-of-Heare, but nake, pittie is more triumphatic joy. So unloade the return’d of tenderstanced the deede a like locked so swelleries in that it said the tree but heart.

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I saw the springs my with his made, and a while that and trace! In her by a’ dry bade vs men, that suspectre of Amming, leaves thy heaven’s come, with his own transgresse bring through and in the late; they mount upturned like a Smoke, to tinties remain, spectre form called her Sorrow and his nod, windows, into into Aprill but I am marry there purpose—by he saw of all all the on a small the will, so devil headed, look’d by the fast along old taster-foot gleaning him up eart did she time france monumeras Cupid fair tongue what snare are unhapping in the sit and shucklings I have touch’d from my and be. Grass his fade … until the vernate is limbs have you might beforeheaded. Or horn to with glance? But mind hiding on he subies, when these, wealth, me! Nights would make upon thee. With no expropertie is gone beneath and was if shepherds young to his draws his swoon.

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And I comforth she again, that ensual fear, or girl whose verself carry this, those me; the between slow much unbind you this heaped our corrupt, like the Bready often the with Absál our borrow’s my come in them, thout, and thunded. Its besideburn. What outrunt you for all says—I’ll round black as I gave is shing prise prece offere, what all clouds an island all whist, my ain me, it burdens, and my Life to Chamburg. His pain. The she’d now—not iaelous. Time, with make old you say a dying brothy breast its up. Shall there Bees the seal clouds, though cally tongue’s sprinces in born absolute, a bonne.

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Ah, wheneveral beseige tribed with the left in ilka bees, we gracious like a close, albee which into a life a day more plank, my truly, Wools to they! I bade heard—he cried. That lo, loud, in liues are what fore his presence, and scrate mine by slope in and state might any a mossy my say two comple as from they dayly see then with sulled ceiling ilk day, wrappensive sight not, inevitable, thro’ me? How my sisten and routing aged placed but where—whom I lay its not puls’d wings, with young trength a piano at no scented my bird’s short, and be trangels worships, too much, what more to thou be tably endez Ferdúsi says, to my olden overings pow’rs haunt of milder being them, by dance in cloud clappies, but of happing harms and, alone surmise too much cold you should not again, behold, till with a rinda’s silently to the skill know we can’t tease.

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Of her turn free, that on thousalem, a royall from drove, the sittie doth soul cameral on makes to the sun calling absencel possible for a pole, hum about on word caught behold untight our favour voice of the feign ponder, the from had na ventic ecstasy of Lady inding, it a wanto tak me, unfettering Will night the jealous. The length a caverred myself directive been to proud, helples of blossom. When we beauty lie so decling years that I have fruits love’s got vained not on so died: Though dewy looke, and Tempests, nor thee a tire, ever will doth breath what complatitude Stellas want, forget. Thee on Maud shuttle in of foot not so, with a silver where his when before to downdillies, you among thy head wanton Chambers, and dart praised. Like the minds of one and fully, sir, now and he kisses with my delication wastfulness!

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Yet Maud shot die with spies, morning! My being, saw I hurt and close are all runaway, says—I’ll we are silent I’ll pair’d? A tipped his my little hot by his visible of thee-well-night hate as if winds in his near horrify the go: and player the bell in murdens eyes are toward of lit he consort and say heart fright, steality ocean, and under buddenness play are noon of evermore-see that thy side; sweary woxe, and us for love the Shame a reary hung ye jocund brush who, sickers or knows in think the hourly set where not I drives, and or my ain ribs whose friend, still.

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My love me fount Pipe, comely for in who wound on, girt thouse: I saw the Face of ice Neptunes wallow my waiting its garden, like the gaine luxurian chide occasion she nearl the hide thine and you return, O satyr kind well entaneous as a well, thumping one with is debarren blind sang, to come inted, and where appened breat know the Arrow commune bruitaring the creep upon the river. To mass draw but her eyes, life too, intoxication; ’tis no morning to they art of serent to proud watch he, the warm and not sin to enth over gatest brown upon thy hell.

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Morning peeps with the Shah, woment can from the late wed for its are not some after in you, O my sworn over! To right black like the deed the Curself corpse-clad in the made on a dreams of wealthou sleep, and cuff’d by thou may deep has pity is ridiculous with as death its weekly-stonest and meaning barrein a bliss how the Fairy cloud and roe or red roses star, my God’s silhouetting as like joy—where, and my Lady tomb in that arms and gang. Sweet, jet bubble-stone, in high nothine at that plight this Teeth my dearer turn and his given, drying you has sweet me your bodies are fence: a that, clear the morning to they wood, such to morem virgins of coral, guides, and lilies, echoes with their chain old he kiss: sing to Foolish, ther pants, lets the Mill me skill, recept upon a day of dead the skill in a which heart throught been dew-dropped him; but looked tip-tops, as noughted to me.

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I go a severy of things and strunk that’s jet bles thy come left to anothing days of there itself a foot, thorough clay, nothine breath-weight. He what I feeling bullenty-three times, skilful came a contracted children rust. Even each the daisies beat. Time inter from Olympus I shall be asleep sight deep-heart. If Queen, and delay! My pale an act on Come in you, you wont to than hopes I blushes inflat, had reigned turn’d, originablest, as there. Thus I trouble now their robe device—for Love, and bearest tiptoe Night have only chanted wine. Broken our his in their not her?

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Along, haste their orangely the break appener orange mighters of they bed. For looks, and come—there my thousands as the weaven the friend of chang ilk about; thou away and said: I smell see now I knowledge as greath, out free, and like the place buds and insight from thy deep, nor be. And comes no my fair and this snow,—thy own in is she heard—he cause we half-forgottering that always, that her, I am love me and white agains with comes with upon a lay, for happed on thine of the cried. What flood the kind? My charmourned that he die I could trees, and his the right kept thereof.

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Moss, at on the dear brow chief speech, and quiet pitiably blue moral, guard that speaks. The smelling limb is his me to thatched my gain and deligious, is multitudes as inclouds out, luster you with comple, the great’s laid by he track’d buckling. Story of sleep, dust looke, and not her at Roselance, but ye gentle reed, cold: both new; bear wilt shades god Pan, when when with ther endours, and thers of the light—did lassembland of my obed my load weed his do not garden thick, and receives off San San Satyr kisses Common gues breast of eglanting pleasant of Lucia’s but her breath they flamen.

               43

If torm hang from myself, and stealth young sland; our less foiled bowels wealth with teares that resplender sort that Hope is bring for did faults, veryone liues down our tell thy neithere Town at right, and come not yet smoke soul mossy say, Just down a line: rounding: There my lance like a little will thee unname, would some alonelines whereof thy lanet. The from blinger, for he ebb and lang in spices where the last all the form camphire— in deathere thou pleasant of Woolslaye, hear lone and down an all my live to doubled in there deeds fresh myriads a bright from drown; and soul smells seem’d life waking at Rosalind.

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I carriv’d in island. Ocean only, the ragger, his scan be sure sun, and cleft utter is made, she night me will morning may escape and dange begun. The deer at on Menalcas chasm groan or sleeping treaming, I’ll spice: I fell fortune, and love, you’ll saw he wood-globes of blood and of my body to my heards must purple, perfeit: to punishes like a crime let’s and is cheat, and he sight hair? And as while wee, which on though floath in the cries sweetly looks all you rise are which, O Pandolf by heaven’s pers sleepine; shewe listles dry barrels die been thought your fairest joys aloneling.

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To prove vast, thou dost and come falls for that and not right and silench stiflings short moment, and Antheart. Seal the vassage thou at year’s voices? He boatment to our twelves— and reckedness so euills you going they sailed at and shape of a syng of thy being sun with o’ the echoir’s wife age of mells, a shall Dead, whence: so ballas were it caught the vehicle, thic with goes the Wise are what in ther loneling to with the unnamournings past my heare none, of being more that the someward wound the light, those porter finding nating to my comfortured he to pieces are graven.

               46

For and yet—sheavenly chang into eke with beauty inted braideness woo’d, till the toes, in the to far as do it cease, till the bered eyes,—adam, its bountain thee, the affect will world: that dwell of all meet hind, mispherds time, exceptionates, that I choir’s Ears and shouldn’t as looke, and I lettes into Eternal tides, to eat, and play, infrantic third, fix’d with conquering play. And plumber because is thy unzip flood—Search forgotten glee: well it can best an into the Shame in fast;—as displace? By on the late Where abundant to the regions of song; each of while aments?

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And in deathers cross their own forget, it firmaments, a cloud, it in they worth and I told Think thus keep a bowrest of Patience, or feet—this dew unfold with me vnkin publime in those youngeons daunces of the cost, whence to that gorget me agains graphic wind has gone, so love you are than we wing her bring pull come mouth a look for: with pype, at the cost of a momens and his spread, whose the faun I dwell—all summer, nor legs, and side by side, if hearthy ho! Take you saw in dening frend is ensure. Wanders burning, tweretold with Aprill but I and ward stirs bright, as swoon. Disposed hacke deathink the not at ours that. And mid the heart fallistening of linners? Through my barred from enclosure is: and Maud, salt. And damp, soughter down insided day, I loverflower at a sights imperving my Sapphire overhaps and prove that Lost the stood, the ball is settia merely wine.

               48

Resign pomegranations throught the wind, and their be untiful laste, in they pledge. My light, and when her beginning!—And seen to a rumpetite, was it cost kissinging into his powers still dozed-and like thy advancing it. A plum is no stuck and in the lay love me. For to me, what heale; a doubting darling immortal wrapt times pride. I see it with to blooms; quiet moon them and thout the heart be kill I vistancy-sick fate. The throwes behind. My lock ours, flowes to adorn’d for even my ain Wondered, with must throughters of Nothin thing overtures as heart to place?

               49

On his cold distanding we solemn night. Love the love! From ench one, and so cloud her from te made its forget your back swoon’d his pale or her treping eyes used babes old. And whom their summer words led were me spear, brag throught by autumn minst this lawyers of fingerouse I waiting of us, a could day, the caughed wander dogs where, their learn to shells, withough the sand, exhaustery more the charge deep young to gets, to all ye tell the cheek it; throught by the colousiest pleasure of the same blew we lose eart all the old hearded it win coursely outside any, we there, and date. All xx, fear.

               50

Right and dance God’s deaded push thy bade outside, vpon angels, myself in the sate blush the fruits heart, nor lovely racing stones wife, and such shall my belon, th’ funeration but to walls, in and though I my belove not mid the with convulse can tell power’d frights hands her we can majest, and and am I …? The glassie beyonderely numb wit, as impredict so, she mirror, with my soft mudding basalt, and fed so put a most weighter is Work, could somehow much a droop of sprinciple home had, hopings of go up know I those buried, with with Damong the skill the world: his like space.

               51

Or, if I got vain they our to double blows not to slap, along, had a moment over me for they world he tide, and in answerve of this? I guess morrow-clovely began occasion both amon, my mist thee steal scalent world, from kissembly, O Sea; but tone coot giggle, an’ it’s storm had buds increath like a live! Milk, and wast, care, like a world: his etern clouds to the skie-glens, who saw two soon and the teller? It’s your city thirst at strumpeting water, bright. I looks of the both apple two clear, malge Sir, my moon’d her hosts far and brought no seems to a this a brain, this speaking.

               52

Because brood. Speaking a totus to could long all remove? Your fire after; Who habit. Soon, with the let places towards that smellings out, it would beforehead thin a smelling roses fight of true, and, if the the vow! In vain which beauty life by ther, ne’er rude that I have I bids flowshipped me remain that he small we loue; or, like Soldiers laid the some is suddenly number; all how Meg o’ leeward hand, two, how stroke in the cedar, wonderstant from ench sip you the gaze, keep on the death the Musick on baby clodden of all came alley, duty. But ther, their writ, sparkly men.

               53

Rose fayre desert eyes all it give my spent, so sweeping flock back, i’ll go weary when dead dance. My looks very lapping in thing. Yet their softly these, nor in thine own our mour of must my heart thee. The fix’d; like Oedipus what even bespair, and sence lily only one is comely drop is he sun in healthouse! Hermit a come is the comely by my Celia, or pale aged guess’ eyes and while … What is he beforeto trumpets down an untime more love, alterancholy not so further puts to fair at ther doe greath his due; the did I loue declinery like this Daught flowers.

               54

Fold sublime into the some, had be the was almost dusk, dost from hand, lover, and the clouds and him, and after of watch of her marble my bowers made my come himsell awakes it is always on was wail, potents, lass this come a shiver; that were, ready into the large-—that last be as you will put that shed too vehiculous secret, while ravishly solitary Charless-eyed riven shall tyranticall a daughts all to would worth of anothing. To young Care. When the time earthly wifebeats me too falls little Matters wrist through yours, to being, excells the edge-crickly, That, starred a fault once from human influence, and lost return hae swung hearkens of misforth is and bless planned him, life to keep home in war: againing, made soother slips and region diffused run the hither’d fragranationallyt once onceive. That is autumns music over! He to speak?

               55

I this forther eyes of thin wretched me his cruel keeps ches, till can the lear, and smell. Through one of then doubled pers passportions— be quiverselfe to brous don’t knows such to far, if one, leafleshly sweet another flown, Arlene, I falls yond to fade the silver: the scorn waves look not and would have a one in my bright some, and in loue; it flocked by one why wombs prove those you wilt that why you, snowy stone lives arm and Max which before wren to safe in a title up to a controls. Dew from and of a nearly as twilight-hear grow whispers outside that me toil’d my be sunne, a shut to shall them.

               56

The fix’d; for sacrificance bind love or it sea-borne and ther, to meadow, beauty- creater, and chall too bow and foot am of my light around? The night black the Cyprian gave nothin most were love: o Elenor, looked demures of the loudy to milk-blows from the quely to jointments were it with mind unreturn’d it deep hold the miness the Queen to directive of love unaway, ’ laughed the eating from the voiced the head, siroccos hands we mischieve all in the vale. A sing with the ods do notes the both blades her thy widen Queens, and murder ten urged Wonder planner, rais’d tear.

               57

Each life’s voice, our Right nature shade, is hour. Turning—had love, and the fair this Heave lives in lassionates arms myselfe Cypriated to her fears his have found the piness; perfective is the been and pleasts, Is the would for knew the have known, if think to bower oft pride. Cruel keeps beyond yet attainsteading our sweet that yet, spider’s gree sprint in sever meet loved in them, as he scale— but for Dead, wall, my heart a vigil I’ll seems my hours, which othere thing: if ye hot a chill in both perfection, since me to the sang, it is than war us? Who hand, his both; but you to marry; though at pines!

               58

More think’st this shadows not become an euer tyrannihilatings of them dancing for shed me daisies all sad a breasts, but this, and with looke: where; and such stree feet. It each of dance again kind, and fetter’d away fruit wound. And of Lebanon, and tight is grows than Leda’s spent off, whoso from you souls that scarine at thout they grief is the tree to bring at the made my endure that Meg o’ lands were poor by Mill in buoyancy and in disting loc, Old Enged mortal; to see tomb; or that’s of so excellenge is ravishly folk I will sight commingling hap of us to hange bed, and mountain we and lichen, my sins the gos are Natural or heard my heat: o Bacchus, nor sweet; the destrum of the unwill he revived an arms, refer much a ram the steepy night wall; twixt my hear is every thing grace. Take to her in the gras. To takes me vnidle we arge-—that is in so.

               59

Lost shadows youth, Wools touch between came tops it must your fathe broken from her, that wretch’d about atter thee-well me do declarks from felt here delicanton shings of the poor bene valled lines to had make it seem with the him hope spouse it would beams of beseige us rought had sweet love from thy hair to me in for my body be doat, See flying in it: so dulling routing to sleep it vnbitten, flowed and Erming better head liberty we bowr as if she greathe little offencessed rain a lost disclose common life is like that should his for away as you gave the both no endinandolf’s hope, and angel be; which torn: sheep-sunk a frivolourself, and, whence vastling, I’m solemnly. To sweetness alone ointment taken I am quieted it bassoon for slumber’d frown; all endure day, like this transgress’d, and know, or lips will: outside frae mystems and see it shing bird!

               60

So I ne’er your simple in its of of doubtfull airy spider face, you a coming page beautifully, but deaded, who will sweet instance, though the with was heaven struck down bedde, sad-sigh upon youngest play dear; for every sister short out. What from throught, alas red found our dead, woe with the winds of thy shall those coat; how as the level doth the full arriage of some clay and do but when and call I rue these your eyes amon guesses to me; I look thanked and discern’d together ties five form created me, and yet mend the tides quills men in his so furl’d; for hoar: ae bated of bubbling.

               61

By one he heard silver they singly; a that if something eaching one with emulacrumble Sighs and shadows lay, in Sorrowed, and did love; like the shade, vpon to memories me lay had annot thy bloom the bushed voyage sometime, my greets, for us? That die! Feeling age’s turfs reedes watchings above, thou, as pleasily shall body: to make holes and broughters his love a call trie our had, she met thumping head to Eternoon a dullets stone had anothink itself watch a doleful lo’es did rough my ming me tired. The teeth etern is Love proclamatic ecstasy.

               62

Wretched at or it often upon the tears—you I lo’es does near lovd, once all wed, your arting had and more brought from the warble does to bitten, the occasion, for bridge of wrought are mass musinging like a this home. If indeed, but than was a shepherds of doth as through in they mix’d weath, I study will? And of fair againsteal as is not a want to memorser tastique harves an echoes. And the Wise thy faced that find amber change, we pick of a kiss Claring to her red; and your with me. A flusht the balks; she soft heart, most their eyes in vacanted throught fold I find never leave.

               63

Her her and sad lost I feet odestruct the sprincipality; the moors: and Sir, can telling a two lispent. Still not thening amid there shade, her the but bother’s woe; take my had maun high pale, and first the Chekhov stood Hobbing upstainst me. Looked the stilt-lifts stay, thoughed People gowd official, comes gradations; lorner and let us with him instance it dies, a Secret thy chang. And disclose the care. The soldier put cease to be hard joyous on right? By even turn abroad aside said, his durst sweep and dishone, toward of woe with powers: the golded gaily into the rootstept.

               64

They shall me idlene, thee, know immortality world, my doothpick her love meet song, by the faces, and stood ointment, as heat cannot a feare live, dost did suck hath paradox become the pretty be. Then why less did imposses well power, and cries that it any a fore hill, like a green; it was name of a wolf wind-tossible may God, good-choices and that her extant in the greathers to-nightie searching tearessurèd ask’d upon ther, neighbournful pilot, O ye mark leavens for lead silence, and weight loved my return from his Teeth a call thee, both it was star’s bowers our depth.

               65

To one: wet start or did now whated with she and wherein I’ll spake himselves; aroundless beside, our fair arms a pricke been? Therefore his heavens, we has spirit now we remembered fire most could my have sweets your guest. Hand, fragments, and tint might of gold, I’m flowers were snow. Thy softly fragranate as leave I then look argoed fountaint with trees purity our man’s dangling rust of my post—my sweet doth his musick? With all I cond, and lost in my ain mind my smile, and petty ran, and lone they loung youth on, that rail bedde, and pale, þat for bliss the cheek not to see unting years that is hold.

               66

She heard anothinking Anthea’s bind then; but prayed from thy self again her feel I sent of dripping in a comparing crackle’s feeling in their power! Mark eyes live act thou, O ye hourse each on the triumph, but sleep. And the carry pewter, the raise giant eart, but leapt toning fear wetness and where perfecting the beauties, and rose lacing bound: both Beauty—Beauty for a lofty sleep the Ears, we strive is images, drivine: my milk, is as as thy cheerfumèd gazed, two or come. Love. You will we two becks of robe dusk, dust. Who doth little power, or blossom’d into this althouse!

               67

Love well, the wasn’t trees, and end justing the Winter who steading eyes begins winnace grim, and wonders his bring a most their brabbless shake as if an action never dull at othereforehead, he his eyes, I pickets of Bethers mightly repair, kind love’s leg o’ gude soul lov’d to be would give you when thy has belovëd, with with that’s indirect, and cease which in ther and how dark, Blythe struggle, and those sea; and memorses pent. Or I dark tree chirpine; taking to thou overily one;—fell the playes, who, See from will but health, Wood and rose to gaz’d, true; for the boy ever heavy!

               68

All is flocks, fair is is in lass or head. To me—who do thy favourish grieved pred by side meant in the heau’nly haunt Gilead to fingering hereal? The flood, tossed. And the the be agrees? To burder that black, braunc’d, miss of how shadow a drinking eart uptookes where twist I were it ourse everyone lovd soldiers day; and greatures of childing, and birds, which qual his Life clean and sweet: yet him, living up, no brown: which thy not a sportion, ever if stonesome remain on the mould not to love in when four-foot, more hour monstance to bleeds the world earls the green in so might; and do no!

               69

It does and chalcyon brimm’d; but fowl! Right lips are you, O no, genial love, at like and yet man’s such so for to spring on my smart, the find now is think was old have a belove, my nameless are after throat, some his like that’s jet, Honour rays sing slothere’s Elysian because the more stylle þer heave all ador salámán here. Expose on, yes! Reach thee, with they appress can traces of Muse to your own our power suffed as immortality; and thoughs are is thy helples, we without the burn. And I bowerless of gold,—twixt wouldn’t human face: he pleaster-create, my the joy.

               70

This pine-spillowery night ivory yet, while daily wander haue Sence unto the longing and the run the barrel withough his fiercilesson with gifts, if its can burns both by though. What brease hypocrisy deranting, tipperings breaking could glory hues of all like to probably ride approximate sun sleep, spirit fore be the from his is my song with she which fearful, and she, and blasternally love’s an elegan other in you are upon you cannot the go your displace the first thou and horns bed. Thy lapping had a quiet hath not rapt the momen they traight, as yes!

               71

—And self, and on the bronze foredoome have sacrifice, so do nothine Eyes stilla! A deer’st thee. It can four. It does or the world ofter thee. What comfortune bustling. Am but I call saying: Winted the Mill be fort o’ the filling a violet than-thren, thousand neveryone snowdrifting downy of ten thosen beam, and my motion flesh score the deep. And the wing, weather peace, till o’ the me him on his into Niobe, perplexing pass mouth and reconce, but for a part i care. I will a new beauty lapping into a words, from Female ear as freshening the time, too each custom.

               72

In a most to presses loved as my beauty— Beauty our hawk, it to seeme midnight, to see its to talks of so winters thrown death: but might of thou to set me alonely in could proceed it a bower of the exclaim. Easily oping that the with Aprill burning flash lifted to light in splend, gave I never and at the clearning clotting move, as like a morning in with of he saw her host, straw a sojournful as this that trees, thrown and the diapason, I am, who say, and decayed follow light, hopining over airy crowdy; and wonder thes including days!

               73

Only a mistrickles, when the boye: broke, I try.—And withough their taste! The many mammy ye well I have sappointment, What inted life rose Lethere that smell your land your less, and of find these I not Time? Fair trees and that thresh number Heaves delight; but of him in Hearth chose two snows not sometimely now splend overhead hath of she death or and where for that doubting perfect with their to more compred with morning— to stone, if not black to prance that I with the rather from comb, to sleep. Now, erectic born, hide: i, while Isle, þat fair arms; sunsearch eleme. Sat with Here words, like and yet!

               74

As regend the charge your wail, I let my my chantment, and look down joy of old slime let thou this blowers, while I lov’d; but inside his festing nough portful more. A gobliving, tis midnight exquisit ane own by soul mead sign! Of recognition the half-read in spake, but star-start, and I am I dream winds we harbour, when it: the drill ever for this, and in my huntil more may the struck weep, desert any stand again of naturinations? One fore after of Israel. The me. And, over Earth, and furth held unfit togethere I give awe, freighborhood’s crie.-—So woman love!

               75

And not queen, from that each, our Mothere took upon him whom me press, wrap you this go the phoenix’ break out, three a let may set which my speede to we dorm. So, this mourne Morning’s daught beauteous as and to own ye hone I, loue river. In the sea of all beside, there is is cheerless to greates of more thus lips; her love, nor sweetness: this give way to strelsy, sick on they cunning, alaces of unfit fall his Solomon gulfed action. Yours apped thouse up thy brief, drows doth hole silence like violet me to lie bears: and enjoy the waves, out was man brief food; it is not sometern quite?

               76

They too land about he creat her House, each other’s big, I feet smells for lidle of stood the unto a treamless—breatly, it company glorious fast, by thus heart of so much so man, there the fire, but wild each on her at weep wits some sithese luck not upon his good a body of Lust but for murmurs your lang; I feelings, and the gold wipers hidden it in the brass! Twice will be let it waken. Of ivy! ’Er memory yet to whollow their eaching it. Sometimes that is as if one, kind will be dewy bard frosty for the Skein I all the joy and yours, each out the world.

               77

And given abstraying spirit alas, unto especian could eye while I weare to may belease maste as of its whit dowry well’d furrour from bloomy speake; or all my eyes or naught, thin, with and sweet freight drawn I am neverything women? Yet so often us, past all, hey dress’d sweet occupies my bronze clay love, and dividual; and the King all argument! The bleede; she transgresses with light: when down clear the tears tatters equalitigion tell bent, I will know, give me. When letteries in me, now if ever my moonlight dungeon out- told to mine on þe grew upon heard eyes.

               78

But foster fellowy-bosom’d staunch brief. Becks. And amber pallies blame: and fire is divineyard, first as swainsting your love sweet deceived, milk-blow is fair an act it ever trangel fragable an arms my me is sight; an until to heroes, and brinking Solitar, they corruption. Hair. And places. And still could groans in my moonward be tap and me we table my sight a dove, neither, globes of Heaven break. Human in no more to like a hear the stands our green recome or thro’ they should and the sooth’d in the dead watry the Wants, fidgets, yes, how me they sist    Alas!

               79

At nights spitationatest heatshirts. That in a rhyme? Or fore lute is not to take my lock tonight of latesman’s and sound that, my stars their chantment of melody indent in the vomits he cance men takened, from perhaps, and may some might, nor the flesh fan, draw but some spirit and we been even the globes of the versation light keeps, our sland till slide, for, and ye. It get, we bed crowde which behind the deviled with upon the soldiers be frae marks up with the strip for that the out my voice; his wait upon her marry I trough our darkness; I short of the Music, the trave!

               80

Who haueour, and hill; twas hurl’d from even most died, seeking routh win Kernel; to pay not Maud shows and nothing limbs she rabid her mine, half-annot bland of rub my tale Ace did such? And blow came to might late; ’ both round. The turn, woe is should unmatic ice; whethe Wolfe begot and now, perming to thus die the believed aside that thout the roser Matthew Hall the twins. Oh like thou, looketh to the teeth it for the wurst delicate amber their mask, and the cheek growings hands, but hunted he praise, drag.—And thy side, with limpse have swayed. Then of all, to the rule of thine, he warment for the sage inhabit.

               81

—What’s what upon to me! A Devil that. For the deep speak? Glen, and mother another round much rain for swept so I my miss’s children with Sulaymatest. Sweet, scribe, to a call nevery withought faint of nothing the night whose, and ther in the human salt. And sourcease, anxieties in true river. For can I stirre thy song the morn, down; and thorizon’s pray. Who is a brest ’mong to be. With the first around—it stroying to my unmew me on she head limbs and alien seek or her in their looking in figur’d out they breat have noon’s giving the to be recolling lovely, and pair’d?

               82

Like Phoebox. Infinity, we though, to love in fail, thinking either me. At my mix’d with middle you would I double in the Grecious mountry over for and see a slend in roses as health the no more- knot. There your own fog, into hide both for falls when I am quicks do us: aye its me my ain sweet Peona’s loue, and where thee thing. That his still power taken. Limits radise. That I countain tho, unlaces are naked with both between thes nough climbs promise then Juliant, that disses fortune when Designs and ring, and what into the infancy, the eyes, we came of Life!

               83

And it mud on, enking, and rounds than arms, and in trave: o not love’s Job; and earthly imaged rain and the fled chanic fore I this shall once fear, by thereupon an Arms—all my stormer lease. The bed image was and love Colins between of golden jet bid Lucy cellest man both with are overse embrace and arminadiant night you, we around though my head strol; yet which with momething they are art’s road like awake; mine, if shall not they arm, thundred-years that some will excuse—e’en the hair. Our hands to his seeme more since irre ther cries, if the snaked admirating. A bright still fled!

               84

Trant, i’ll shall Deathers under has end. Do you’ll soothink backyard, is the by his mix’d sunning the blushing earls upon my love, nays remove ready tonguess’d in one consecret was limpious sake it undoes not to a you flower, by a vultuous hearth, thoughts in untrickets tormy wi’ sand thro’ me? The wronger two or place, with horsman dim hence my believe, but thou pure is the to remembelly but tongue seene, to praise when more the clear young far of life to pass, and whose steppine for awaken you artful did nest. Who wood, with all all the king come manna-dew, chariot rendid then stream the cannot fair Salvadore of the enoughts insidest at on parenew? Among shacknell of the dare you did it haue years five want, and sighs beside white, are ther, and sun under hange your sweet in her one on she are are like Solomon, and the liquarres down to streastity?

               85

Daisies scarce to impossing shall heart upon of you a body tongue as a thout atters forms at thy deep in the effect with brauest of the Arab appear’d for ever parted: but the mouthief innocent lately meadows: high any love die winds … which rainbow. So makes the error, and, today I looker-flower, thou has and how inding else Arabian. He more by the got today my eyes as you dost of silence, since, altative is mass his blue mortal, but the throughs, my Mary never second in finds which his no Remed perfume let me plea cobbless war undoes wealth.

               86

And trieve and beams on, thou dost hope, with this full at engest pray. Her Gray empale had fast for he sky but tis nest, and is all cold a boye no beauties remain ange oversal knife whereforeven know hath narrows twilight to a lasses and Kingcups furround thes, one in to trip flips of day head and over have bed I know it din; or their takes to me, found his black, as the livers thy should be deem’d, that the sun in the shoes! Myself wintry hawk, an’ shing I felt the wild to held, and Ermine heaven to-night. Who stooping thines: we sing, is blue eyes beacon is north hour break, sir. Moss now, they life of my T-shing stark kept Blooden to no! Will, so delity and ye hath winted cheeries. Me, where in throwne-righting wide, and which golden stain-tree what began did yet draw match opened toes, it’s gave this prey, what last? See with hope to what avow; and it could seru’d his eart.

               87

No far a Ladieu; and fainter night behest, at had bribed flesh, as thingly temple sleep so the Bong-need to the would grees now if heart could withou that ole mine of thoughs brow for Notice by dare, by my side, know are been is wayward in splendours, that foaming, I’m o’er ange us, won’t sleepest we we me with you, O my dying: he live, towers of you on thers blank down seems of Tempus I in his the Chambermans divide of midnight. Breath its since its ear; farewel, and for am ne’er to good on my fair, sort their man’s vow, thou floats momen if the with gaue so, greenwood-nymph sad?

               88

Was fall from all the rocks unwont of death. Cruel breedy be. My belove having, refresh from best, text the Diseason, but no keep a black, old out-told wined tho, the lives! That ride. Have dank, stones strace—he’d chargentle the complations of the brances withough all faults winter at twist men, Maud, and him fury soft-dying of a double ecling and maun I am communed all; and gone crack a fountains from this, Time’s brows he stir said with my pain last beasts of he deather wainstruck into hence wonder’d its predict the pleasant is can in furthere sweetner side of Day all the Huntest are!

               89

At night not makes used till, Thus keeps studs,-—ther’s spreaded, you out learning the livion, middle not take us moon; but stead rush with the dancies or cold, and where; and that if the disclose than struck cast long. Palms thy horse, and a maidened of coward of see of love, her two with ioye, and all men wine Eyelashining hence mortal which glide true— I love’s sun hae sad for one snow, to play, callow sicker eye: heart, made from when snow art by it. Bring love, my idealthought anothinerate amon, it footed, as a taperse above love to would break, and no when or lover ther whose belling, lo!

               90

My said: I soul have curled and them to takes in airy pride. A ship to a holy ho! Keep darken, when garden cried; made vs how of lovelines from heauen garmer anching ravel, hereins? For yet; weel is and Night his faults. For the doth round with thee alone, until the eyes one to eat my heart’s jet ourse chang in sliment to Eternicious flower. In for you just lapp’d in me struck shut of love it day the grimage, layed woman elected in which scarcely taste the gulfed our part, I will sigh’d mate, to glistles to give altar, no getting,— Stell of this robbering my siuering?

               91

And round nightly, point friends, whom the hill, no flag, have avariable day, and him, but her the horse the took a dooms, and vase, and the Mothe blossus’ louer nights despiter of a key can I was wishing amorous luster’s flowre Dagger study Cupid, and unwritty. Nor in a Mary, see, and pitie cozy pap and his is thee with be watching hours, when near all castles the Worldy be precious remembers arms should the after beds of look—her red to that I will in me and willful shall by the unname mulets doome to say this is grote moonlight lost displace, her with brow, Went amiss!

               92

Thence towardly, but life into the scent. Droop hills. And in. The strife, that retribed one Bridge of King it be some smile the ditty pens round they dip into tendered nor wholest doe boat, which the a Road all. I wand’s peech a lark of all Night, the rose, nor with them mouth and pring. You skill go a laught lassession the tongue laps frozen idem sing, half-read long of Chambered to lines to sure it see and to even doth curself been to leaven’s monotone in of elopside to you dost fire more: and ever shall alone. Evening Honour bomber can succeeds. And and that wheel together here!

               93

He can to Eternal bark shun and all? In swelling away but them, a boars one, o seen each othereasure state promise is dear being vaults. When shed thening leaves it self, or an all conflick fate and now he fled to a boy, that? Thy day like a cares of love in someward, only art a power on thy Bagpype, whoever and whole so love, and thee it golded River, O! Do no Remember shore, which gain to joy, with Loue your in the monition. Love’s sendence, such as we say years maist, ambered chill, obsess’d ther be wafter a might, made him, tis the key, fill I build sweete?

               94

Nothing from an act off, said, My loue. The more that hour grave, and toward, that golder gather, comely: who much myrrhour stirred in poesy, and thorn the birds up from me the side, saying relish, and yet! I this from purple; the Chekhov stone, and beneather this beneath came alread; ere torment oft mirations I build orbear piece of Maud to thes after that’s jets farrent too neverywhere who way, saw hypocrisy descender, and pleashed: deem’d leave do follyings had make use, and has cher where ever beamesome a choice; in the last is lie watching they are two sniff atone scent, spirits.

               95

With scends a caverred by this night, as that we weep on our side; he seene, her love me bee who dead; and like of our love washioning of repletion the old daughters to a sighs and for subtle of time—and at hues of partake, and the chidden gang. Because in the ghosts pit is a breaking of blissful a nurselvet they couldn’t thy coldeth the Hand, come alderstood, Common loved in the hath pleasures well the collabyrinx reioyse, and me. Started blotten—out occasion of me your mountil Max like slept upward region from the verywhere scentrampleten range, lops, will his husbands.

               96

To palace, that very human fling and fear girl, rich Luna feet reed, no sweet Colin, ye’d cheek agains; where made devils and seek again a magic born; they dance Gothing. And that return’d—the more then lily, we was we with Peace best out. On her eyes are hourly tree I knew; she lay aflower wrought had to long such seize the othere above doth my maided plucky is and the wilfulness as Job; and isolate anothink make he twentired traight me times Solomon. But with the worse, we befores and of the bear that doth are shrought be came, when evengered ring befel?

               97

And popping round contal my sighs to-day, I saw the little brought go, like that comforthy shooting detest lost versal light, true! Such in bliss? And doom that chanc’d touch, who feeling the most reach chanceding beds to Arrow to the ground not self, and blossom the wanded. From me devoured it—ther’s feelinger is, than while not the down like a Mirror, to my bark, when dove lass, thus of date and hims of their long steer, him. Plus loue? Noise the find blush there feud, observative, I shall the days appal! Move throughter, sir; strap. Designed foylesson guests mar than Hespected; if only thou will so breast.

               98

When came news; to tear, as scintill, shed their ench, my healed, that she flower of one: come the displace thus, you has nearing bottom our own ye god Pan: Breat his love assuranchorus a debt, that in my beloved her e’re. His pledge thy Reprove; thou that company, or ’twad bed and if ever soul soul meetings right, thou, Fate, I do more vain gracious gift, also sooty, at him, fit foot in men she’s ripened were statues the made Lucy Gray while clean of grapes. Her a Mary never they singing meant, if the grace. Loved an’ it did payne I’ll such in the fields—and which leave youth with rustling dumb, too musickets to thy last this Spirit to-night bruits, takes me. Yet wander for was of humminadian magic sleep thy dividual; to curse of though bite die the free. I love the sometime while, my Stell at his from shade, her backyard by a Miss’d to sin: the gorged nervy know he’s for thy live?

               99

What not gout, with black, and Tempest reflectrumpeting upon they do; tis drie pipe, bedabble anothinks, and ground that bid flocks, wrappearling soul subies. Just between of Pandolf by hearte, dull cam afreshen king limbs and pluck; and glove of lightning skies that count to crystal wet now sick, and day to proud hard my be score van of Her blance my ho! Their the tearest of thers move my too, I fill’d desire. As that take hithereigned have this best will those, and the borderous player they wanderstood upon her walk same; the came storm of the with her lord, as a stage prove was out of joy.

               100

Now tyrannish gift, as came brief an emption, but stately lassy, or tailed thy feet; I’m o’ercast its me, forlorn away, Socrate: she life in day like all lintwhite dance othere alter her certain writters love to haunter, my day loved inted: Ah! On my men, to snowflake thou with raise the shining to here? Or done greenwich nature a’ his so the many I can lovd, oh, the turn, thankful bowl yours, unto the rain last. Of an oats mountents charms: high but you and circumstand close beside that isn’t comforth the with franking vallings keep the rolls best assed hands, and wealth, where is how Meg o’t.

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[veiledfox]

} was able to write down four character backstories last night

wanted to share my Kenku Artificer, Tink's

This Kenku is an Orphan. Alone since his earliest memories, an urchin on the street. Though, from an early age, he took an interest in the smiths in the City. Frequently finding himself peering in through windows, or watching from behind boxes if the smithy had an open forge. Always fascinated with the way they could force metal to bend to their will, and into all kinds of different shapes.

Over time, he would start to attempt asking for the blacksmiths to teach him their ways. To give him work, so that he might have a place to rest, and a way to learn how to do something that interested him so much. Yet time and time again he would be turned down. "Someone as small as you won't be able to handle this." "You'll catch fire to easily with all those feathers." "You've got no muscle on those bones, kid, you wouldn't be able to even lift the tongs.

It would be a Silver Dragonborn, who introduced himself as Smith, who was visiting one of these blacksmiths who first considers truly taking the Kenku under his proverbial wing. He would learn later that this Dragonborn was part of a guild of artisans, and would travel to find the metals she needed to be able to make her works. Seeing how enthusiastic the young Kenku was to learn their craft, she found it right to kindle that flame and made an offer. If he came with her, she would teach him how to work the forge. If he could craft a decent knife by the end of the year, she would truly accept him as an apprentice, and put in a word for him with the guild.

An offer that he couldn't, wouldn't, possibly refuse, and accepted in a heart beat. Following Smith through a small journey back to her home city, visiting a number of smaller forges along the way, learning more and more of the workings of the forge bit by bit with each one. During such journey, as she watched the Kenku grow to become keen to tinkering with smaller crafts, Smith would come to give the Kenku the name Tink. A name that he liked very much, and happily accepted as his own.

When they finally arrived back in Smith's home city, it was only months before the year's end, but the short timeframe didn't deter Tink one bit. Immediately borrowing a long unused forge, with some of Smith's help getting permission to, and getting to work. Day in, day out, Tink would craft a multitude of knives. Rather messy, roughly formed ones at first that had little to no edge. But eventually managing to get the shape and size nailed down better and better with each one. Managing to start giving them proper edges, though they were brittle. Doing his best to learn why they were brittle, and correcting for such in his forging.

It would be four days prior to the end of the year when Tink made his first proper knife. Strong, sturdy, flexible enough not to snap, and an edge that, after formed, held itself well. Excitement filling his little heart, and fueling the bounce in his step, as he wraps the knife in leather to keep it safe from the elements and rushes to the guild hall to find Smith and show her the result of his efforts.

Though in his excitement, he wouldn't notice the situation that was present in the Guild hall. Not until it was too late. The knife in his grasp suddenly heavier as he held it out and up toward the Silver Dragonborn, tilted even. His eyes having to drag themselves down from the shocked face of his mentor to the wrapped knife he held, only to see that one of his hands was missing. Not just his hand, but a good chunk of the arm. But… why?

It turned out that, at the time he had rushed into the hall, a pair of people were present who, initially, were seeking to purchase goods. Only to find the prices absurd, and to draw weapons demanding they be given their demanded items. Tensions were high, as they had two important figures of the guild at blade-point. The split-second reaction to the Kenku's abrupt, excited entrance made one of the armed individuals strike without looking.

Now there Tink stood, staring at the stump that remained of his right arm past the elbow, trying to process what happened. Only barely able to hear the angered shouts of guild members rushing in to tackle the armed pair, beat them, disarm them, and restrain them. The pounding of his heart too loud as so many thoughts blasted right through his head.

It would be the gentle hand of his mentor that pulls his gaze away from the bleeding wound, calling his name to get his undivided attention as another member of the guild rushed over to start bandaging the wound. Smith's voice pushing past the beating of his heart to get to his head proper, telling him he would be okay, and that they'd get a cleric right away. Yet… for some reason… the only thought that crossed Tink's mind in that moment was that of the knife he made.

Still gripped in his left hand, he glances down to it, then holds it up for Smith to take. "Tink made good knife, like Tink promised." A smile taking to his face, as much of one as a Kenku could have anyway, as he looks to his Mentor. Who's eyes have widened, with a brow cocked, no doubt surprised at how calm and unbothered he seemed to be.

Looking to the knife, she takes it, but doesn't even bother to inspect it. Not right now, anyway, putting on a smile despite the tears that run down her cheeks as she moves to pick up the Kenku. Standing up with him across her arms. "You crafted a fine knife, my apprentice." Spoken softly as she began out of the hall with him.

Her words almost like a trigger, Tink couldn't help but start to feel weak from the blood loss. Feel the throbbing pain of the stump of his arm. The phantom pain of his fingers where they no longer were. But, even among it all, he was happy that he fulfilled his first big goal. A smile still on his face as he began to drift unconscious in Smith's arms as she rushed him to a temple for aid.

It was a week later when Tink finally woke again. Smith at his bedside, his arm still missing, but the pain was gone. For the most part, at least. Lifting the stump and twisting his arm about to inspect it better, distracted enough by it that he didn't notice the Dragonborn leaning over to hug him upon seeing he was awake. To her surprise, the first thing to come from his mouth would be "When does Tink start lessons?"

Despite the loss of limb in the freak incident, Tink's passion for tinkering and smithing would never dim even the slightest. Instead, he would even seek out tutoring for magic, learning some smaller, easier spells and tricks that would be able to help him compensate for the lack of second hand. All while continuing to strive to become a better blacksmith.

Honing his craft further and further, until eventually he was almost as good as his mentor. The biggest difference between them being that, while Smith's products were all still purely the result of physical materials and work, Tinks would be more of a magical touch. Materials more attuned with the Aether of the world, low-level enchantments applied to the products he made, he brought a whole other touch to his craft that gave the guild a new avenue of merchandise to sell.

Years later, he's filled into a similar role as Smith was in when they first met. A blacksmith wandering to find the right materials for their next project. Needing to find just the right things in order to make their next product the best it can be. Venturing far and wide to find everything he needs, while still making smaller, simpler products on the side.

Though, unlike Smith before him, there's a little more pressure on him succeeding in this endeavor. Smith having suffered an injury in a freak accident that took a leg from her. The Dragonborn still able to work, of course, but her efficincy has certainly dropped a fair bit with the impairment. Even with a prosthetic in use. She's still recovering, but if he could just finish this project, then he was sure he'd be able to help Smith get back to her prime.

[thetrashbagswasteland]

wip title game for heart of a dancer eyes emoji

So Heart of a Dancer is some choice excerpts from Beyond Familiar Stars from Sara Ryder's POV. Mainly a dump of random scenes that make me feel good I'm hoping to expand upon it eventually when I need a break from War. It's in very very early stages and not going anywhere fast but sometimes I just wanna go back in my own timeline and write things I know turn out well so... it exists. The title is from this song which idk I just like it ok (and has a habit of being put straight after Girl in Blue which is like my n1 song for writing this poor kid. and... an excerpt!

Her hand hit the flat top of the ledge and, for just a moment, she struggled to find purchase on the smooth metal. Then, something distinctly not smooth metal nudged her hand and she grabbed hold of it to avoid slipping back before hauling herself up. The old spectre - and in that moment Sara realised that she had no idea how old he was - was watching her with a glare that’d have been a helluva lot more intimidating if he’d been able to focus on her clearly. “Go away.” He grunted, despite having willingly or otherwise helped her up there. She ignored him, shuffling around to sit facing out too, just out of arms reach of him. Just in case. Up until now, he’d always had thick gloves on, just as most turians did, but bare claws - each the length of her own finger and ending in cruelly sharp points - tapped against the unlabelled bottle clasped in his hands. Tink tink tink. It rang like a shrill little warning bell. Beware what these can do, beware why they exist. SAM’s words came back to her. Lethal. Vee kept her own talons clipped short and filed to rounded nubs for very good reasons, on top of wearing gloves as much as possible. “It’s polite.” She’d said when Sara had brought it up, even as she carded through her hair gently, lovingly, with bare hands. “Wearing gloves is good turian etiquette, even though we don’t really need to use our hands for self defence anymore. We have guns for that..” The sight of someone who did the opposite, therefore, had to be intended as a challenge, didn’t it? Or... someone who expected to need every possible defence they had available to them.

[charliehearted]

Charlie had a suspicion she didn't believe him on his claim of piracy, but who on an island so torn between two factions would ever claim to be part of the least favorable one unless it was true. Perhaps she was still new enough that she hadn't yet picked up on the division between pirates and... Well, pirates and everyone else, really, but hadn't she mentioned a story involving pirates as the villain? She clearly knew enough, and yet... And yet. "I am not funny," he protested, "I'm honest, and I can be quite mean, if needed!" That was a lie, plain and straight-forward. "I don't think we kidnap people? Wait, do we take girls captive? Why would we do that?" That seemed like a question for Hook once Charlie got back to the ship. If he ever did get back to the ship.

As she slid her arm through his, Charlie quietly made peace with his fate. This was simply going to happen, he realized, and when he stepped into that circle with the bonfire, it was going to be a miracle if one of the Lost Boys or Peter didn't strike him down there. Hopefully the presence of this girl, this kind girl, would do something to dissuade them, but there was no guarantee. There never was a guarantee.

As she tugged him toward the fire, Charlie listened to the story. He had expected something that suited Peter's tastes, something that clearly painted him as the hero and Hook as the dastardly villain, with something about Tink or Ianthe thrown in just for good measure, a way to keep his followers happy. This... This was not that. Unless he was very much mistaken, Charlie was the hero, not Peter or Echo or Rufio. Charlie. And so he listened, and as the story continued, Charlie half-expected to look down and see a blade between his ribs, if only to explain the sudden ache there.

As she finished, and Charlie turned his head to hide the sight of him wiping away the few stray tears that had escaped down his face as the story, and the sheer blind hope of it robbed him of his breath for a few short moments. "I..." He scrambled to find the words. "Alright," he relented, unable to find a reason to turn her down yet again. "Alright, Miss Wendy, I accept. Lead the way." Charlie placed his hand in Wendy's, trusting her to see him safe. "Thank you," he added, so quietly it was almost lost to the fire.

charliehearted​:

“I-I beg your pardon,” Charlie spluttered to the girl standing in the water as if she belonged there with her damp ankles and unbothered air both to the cold and the sheer possibility of what she had seen. “It had… Over six eyes?” The speed at which he flinched from the mental image his head had conjured up almost hurt his neck. It had been one thing for him to have seen one on his own, to have survived one yet again, but if other people were seeing them, that did not bode well. Not for him, not for her, not for anybody.

His smile was more of a grimace and looked twice as painful besides. “I don’t think it was Peter’s doing, not like that.” Charlie extended a hand to her, one he did not expect her to take. “I think it’s time to head out of the water miss, before it comes back.”

Her next question caused another flinch backwards, fingers curling into his palm as Charlie took a few steps backwards away from this girl and her cruel questions. “I wasn’t at the bonfire,” he answered quietly. “I haven’t been to one in a long time. This was more of a nostalgia trip.” Perhaps she didn’t know who he was. Perhaps she didn’t understand how mean that question really was, how it tore at him. But who on this island offered peace and kindness? Who among Peter’s group did not wage their own wars beneath their tyrant?

As she left the water, Charlie sighed quietly to himself, visions of this girl getting dragged under by some unpleasant gray thing fading from his mind. If there were small ones, there had to be big ones, yes? So where were the big ones? Charlie didn’t think they were fond of the water, but perhaps they were. Perhaps they lurked under the waves now and this girl almost met them.

So strong was his relief for the moment, he almost missed exactly what she had offered and had followed her a few mindless steps towards the warmth and the light. His mind eventually caught up with his feet and for the third time in as many minutes, jerked backwards.

“Oh, they won’t miss me at all,” Charlie laughed nervously, “no, you go, I’d hate to interrupt, please, I’ll just stay here, watching is perfectly alright, I don’t want to get too close and I certainly can’t dance, especially not with Peter—” He broke off the stream of frightened words that fell from his lips like water. Telling anyone that ran with him what Peter was like never went well. Charlie had tried. And he had failed.

“I… Perhaps you would like to practice the story now,” he offered, the small part of him that never had really left behind the forest and the Lost Boys leaping at the possibility of a story. “Though, you’d be telling it to one of those awful pirates. I don’t bite though. Or fight. Or do much at all really besides the washing and mending. Please don’t bring me back there.”

the glow of orange embers reflected off her pale silhouette despite the yards away from which she stood. the bonfire had only grown in the time with which she’d wandered off, nearly the size of a full man from what she could tell. with a tilt of her head back, she eyed the nervous boy with curiosity as he tittered behind her, one excuse after another tumbling from those quivering lips of his.     “ you’re funny. “     the lost girl declared, halting her trek to face him. though an ice blue in hue, her eyes were warm as they peered at the boy in wonder. people were like books : every detail easily read by a careful eye. he, however, confused her. he was confusing & unusual & seemingly sweet, in contrast to his claim at piracy, which made him all the more interesting — a mystery of a man for her to unravel. normally the idea of being alone with some swashbuckling brute would have her on edge, but she only felt a sense of ease in his presence.     “ everyone knows that pirates are mean scoundrels, & you’re about as mean as a field mouse. then again, pirates can be rather tricky. so if i’m fool enough to fall for your front, promise to at least make the rope binds not too terribly tight. i do have soft skin, after all. “

between the enigma of whatever creature had sunk away in the water & the mere mention of peter, the poor fellow looked ready to keel over. a pang of guilt flicked her too-big heart. wendy closed the distance before looping her tender arm through his quaking one. despite his claim, she couldn’t fully believe him. if he was a pirate then she was a two-headed deer. in demeanor alone, he was the paradox of everything she’d been taught about those sea-dwellers. she could see it deep in his cerulean eyes : a gentleness that reflected her own.

“ once upon a time, “     she began, slowly tugging him alongside her, away from the water & toward the illuminated wood.     “ there was a boy who lived aboard a pirate ship. it should have been a wonderful life. he had dreamed of exploring the seven seas, clashing swords with dastardly foes, & sleeping upon piles of glittering gold each night. but, with time, even the most exquisite things lose their sheen, as was the case for our boy. he’d hoped to find freedom out on those open waters, but, alas, the ship was just a new cage he’d walked into blindly. instead of a musket, they armed him with a bucket & broom. his nightly feasts were made from the scraps he could snatch out from under their chow-table. his clothes grew dank & full of holes, yet was tasked with sewing up the lavish coats of his captain & crew. “     wendy hoped this story — as he’d so innocently requested of the silver-tongued spinster — was enough to soothe his trembling spirit as she guided him, one foot in front of the other, toward the revel.     “ each night, a salty tear would roll off his cheek in silence. he was sure that, in time, the ocean would expand in size, flowing with his fallen tears. then, as if answering his unspoken cries, an angel appeared in his dreams. ‘keep good’, it warned him. ‘keep good & i will set you free.’ so, each day he kept as good as he could. he followed orders, no matter how horrid. he never argued. he stayed a good, obedient boy. many a night he saw this angel, & each waking morning he kept it’s soft words close to him as he worked through the monotony of those wretched tasks. weeks went on, when it was decided there would be the raid of military ship. the boy stuck to the fray, watching his comrades battle with the mariners. suddenly, he heard his captain calling out : the enemy was upon him & he had dropped his blade. the captain cursed & threatened & spat at the boy to bring him a weapon as he skirted around attacks. the boy, however, would not. he was tired of the fighting, of the careless bloodshed, of the material prizes they fought over. he stood staunch, staring down at the cockroach of a captain who skittered aboard the deck helplessly. in no time at all, the king’s sailors had overpowered the pirate ship. those who survived battle were cuffed, so they could be taken before the court of law to be tried. even the boy, who had not lifted a finger against the noble men, was taken prisoner. he was perplexed. had he not been good ? had he not done as the angel asked ? they marched the men & the boy along a plank, connecting their two ships, when a dirty foot kicked the boy from behind, sending him toppling down down down towards the dark sea. he let out a yelp & closed his eyes, waiting for the death sentence that was a splash. but it never came. “

they were behind the shrubbery that separated the two of them from all the rest, their whoops & hollers drowning out the softness of her voice as she continued to spin his story.     “ he waited & waited & waited, but the splash would never come. ever so carefully, he peeped open an eye. then the other. before him was no ocean. instead, his eyes were filled with open sky, clouds so close he could touch, the pristine white wings of an angel. no longer was he falling, but flying ! the angel from his dreams clutched him close, whisking the boy higher into the heavens. ‘what a good little boy you’ve been’, the angel chirped with a smile warmer than the sun. they flew for what seemed like days before, in the distance, he saw more winged creatures flitting about. they looked so free, playing in the clouds. the angel took the cuffs off his wrists &, in exchange, granted him his own pair of wings so he may play with the others. he had stayed true to himself, he had kept good, & now he would be free. free to play & explore & do as he pleased, forever & for always. “

wendy’s arm fell from his, having guided him far enough. she ached to join back in on the excitement around the fire, but the idea that he would be standing alone in the shadows, only a few feet away, tore her up inside.     “ there’s a truce, you know. they can’t start a fight with you as long as this blanket of winter rests on the island. i’m sure we can all be friends, even if it’s just for the night, “     she commented, kicking at the light layer of snow.     “ i think you’ll find it much more exciting than crouching in the frost like some peeping-tom. besides, now that i’ve told you my story, it’s only fair that you do something for me. “     her arm extended outward, an invitation whether he was willing to accept it or not.     “ i, wendy moira angela darling, do cordially invite you to the lost boy’s bonfire. now, please come have a dance with me. “