#the rose one cracked me up the most tho

[evony256]

may or may not have gotten a bit silly and tried this hunger games simulator with the drdt cast and...uh....

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #teruko tawaki #arei nageishi #arturo giles #david chiem #hu jing #ace markey #whit young #eden tobisa #rose lacroix #xander matthews #j rosales #veronika grebenshchikova #levi fontana #btw levi actually died from that #same with hu #the rose one cracked me up the most tho

[belovedvenom]

how rafe and his weird girl met

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"when are they going to tear that house down already?" rose grumbled, face full of disgust

"someone bought it." rafes head snaps up the second those words leave his father’s mouth.

the house on the end of figure eight. littered with cobwebs, cracked windows and deteriorating walls. shingles torn apart from previous storms. it was desolate. eerie. depressing. ugly.

who the hell would want to buy it?

rafe was hanging with topper and kelce. topper yapping on about god knows what. rafe wasn’t paying him any attention, just typing away on his phone.

“looks like halloween came early this year” topper nudges rafe with his elbow, nodding his head fir rafe to look ahead when he turns to him with a scowl.

rafe did a double take when he saw you. you certainly did not fit in here with your sharp claw nails painted red, black corset on top of a short black lace dress with gloves to match. he felt two things looking at you —curiosity and anger cause why the hell are you dressed like that.. all that black? in this heat?? he felt hot and overstimulated just looking at you. he's never seen anyone dress the way you do and you were definitely going to be the talk of the town. hell— you already are.

"i hear shes the one living in that decrepit old house" kelce speaks up.

"the one on the end of figure 8? that shit gives me the creeps" toppers face cringes at the thought of it. "yep. her and her family just moved in. they're weird man"

rafe stayed tight lipped and hummed. not taking his eyes off you for a second. you meet his gaze thru red sunglasses, giving him a once over before walking away, practically gliding. there was something strange about you. something….off. but you carried yourself with such confidence and it peeked his interest. he just had to get to know you.

he did it from a distance at first. asking around about you. only to get the same annoying answers. she's weird. she doesn't talk. her family is a bunch of freaks. they're creepy . he was getting no where so he decided to take a trip to your place, not that he really wanted to, you just rarely left the house so where the hell else is supposed to see you.

knocking on your front door. he's stunned when an older woman opens the door— like you dressed in all black, a gown that covers her feet. “hello. may i help you?” her voice is smooth. airy. he asks for you, honest in his intentions. always the smooth talker when he wants to be. she eyes him before telling him your name and points to the back.

that’s where he finds you. in the backyard cemetery— reading under a tree. “hi there.” you peek up at the sound of his voice, squinting. “whatcha reading about?”

“amputation” your voice is small but silvery. he likes it. despite the weirdness that just came out of your mouth. he wasn’t expecting that.

“wha-“ he sniffs. “is.. is that like for school or something?”

“no. just for fun.” theres a tiny smirk on your face. one would almost miss it if his eyes weren’t solely focused on you.

oh he’s hooked.

from then on he hasn’t left you alone, it’s almost borderline stalkerish. when you two start dating, it’s intense. you’re intense and he doesn’t know how to handle you at all. you match his energy which pisses him off but he’s obsessed with you and word spread fast. as if you weren’t already talk of the town, its dialed up by 11 now. the kook prince and the town freak. everybody talked. most things negative— not in earshot of you or rafe tho. no one wants to deal with rafes wrath if he heard them talking smack about you. you were untouchable. not that you needed rafes status to protect you. you had a bite of your own and weren’t afraid to fight back either.

you’re just as insane as he is. if not more.

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#rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe obx #rafe cameron fic #drew starkey

[reveluving]

a little more love ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: when two of the most fearsome werewolves do whatever they can to convince their beloved to cancel dinner night with the pups.

warnings: loads of kisses, hugs and but no s~mut. not yet, at least (still, minors DNI!), very cheesy ngl; peter & deuc just really love their vampire wifey <3

a/n: omg a debut?? s/o to @fanficimagery​; their Peter fics + others are the reasons why I wrote this—awakening another wild side of of mine to the point of no return (affectionately) 😭 I got another one in the making tho, trust! love y’all and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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'Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight.' ;

The sound of blackbirds chirping outside your window was enough to wake you up from your slumber. You stirred but could barely move with the arm around you and pulling you close. Their chest rose and fell at a pace so relaxing, so comforting, it could've lulled you back to sleep right away.

"Did you sleep well?" You shivered at the voice, deep and barely awake, forcing you to crack one eye open. You craned your neck, welcoming the very sight of the man holding you dearly. You hummed, eliciting a chuckle out of him as you nuzzled into him.

"You're so comfy." You murmured, the silky sheets against your skin would've been more than enough to chain you to bed for another hour or two.

Too bad you had other plans.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You blinked, noticing the hues ranging from orange to pink coming from the window, an indication that sunset was nearing faster than you had anticipated.

"You looked so peaceful." Deuc responded casually as if you hadn't promised the pack dinner night, which was happening in two hours.

"I didn't even hear the alarm." You blindly took your phone on the nightstand, finding it impossible for you to sleep through one in the first place.

But, Deuc's sudden lack of response told you everything you needed to know.

So, you placed your phone away before turning to him.

"Deuc," He hummed, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No?"

"Deuc!"

He barely opened his eyes to look at you before huffing out a 'yes'.

"Can't we just order takeout?"

"Even they can do that from their own home," You grinned, poking his cheek, "And you know no one delivers to this side of the road past seven."

"Then we could always just order now and ask one of them to pick it up later," He was hell-bent on making you stay, the offer especially enticing when he pulled the covers over you with him, "Or better yet, ask him to pick it up and make himself useful for once."

You snorted, only to jump when fingers lightly traced your spine.

"Hey," You admonished lightly, "Behave."

"You can't expect a man to behave when he has such beauty in his arms." He slipped his hand under the blanket, "Come on, all you have to do is cancel it, and we'll make sure to take such good care of you."

You whined, squirming in his arms as though you were fighting your inner demons before sitting up, but not before covering your bare chest with the blanket.

"Nice try, handsome, but I’m not falling for your tricks." You pointed directly at his nose, only to sputter when he countered your sudden determination by nipping the tip of your index finger.

"Angel, you always do," Touché, "The pups can fend for themselves for another day, can't they?"

"Deuc," You sighed shaking your head in amusement; you could never get mad at him. You turned your head a little, kissing his palm before caressing his cheek with your free hand, "I haven't seen them for over a week, God knows whether or not they've taken care of themselves since. It's only for a couple of hours, I promise."

Deuc narrowed his eyes at you, trying not to give in to your puppy eyes.

But he knew better.

He let his head fall to the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, alright," You perked up, only to be caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you down to him for a heated kiss, taking your breath away as his tongue lightly ran across the tip of your fangs. Your whimpers only motivated him to take back his own words and never let you leave the bed, but he loved you too much to say no.

He pulled away, satisfied with the way you looked back at him with wide eyes.

"You didn't think I'd expect some sort of return if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself for a few hours?"

Puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment, you were barely able to maintain eye contact as intense as his before giving him a quick peck at the lips.

"Angel," He chuckled, "If that's the kind of payment you're planning to give, I'd expect at least a couple more."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much," He responded nonchalantly as though he wasn't practically basking in your reactions, "In fact, I could wake up to this every day."

There was no point arguing with this man, not especially when you had dinner to whip up in under two hours. So, you took a deep breath, lowering yourself for a proper kiss. Deuc was eager, that much was clear as he chased after your lips, keeping you still with one hand on the back of your head.

He shivered as you lightly ran your nails down his chest, slowly pulling away before letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Much better."

It had taken Deuc exactly a good half an hour to get his fill of you before begrudgingly letting you go to take a shower, promising to help you out right after.

You, on the other hand, have been at it in the kitchen for an hour, seasoning your stroganoff before moving on with the dessert.

Just then, you froze, feeling a pair of eyes from the living room watching your every move. You slowly placed the bowl of unwhipped cream onto the counter, hoping to look as neutral as possible. The presence, however, had seen right through you, because as soon as you faced the entrance to the foyer, you felt their warm breath against your neck before they spun you around. You yelped, feeling yourself fall backwards despite their hands securely holding onto your hips.

Your hands shot up to their back, one around his neck and the other gripping the back of their shirt. Had it been anyone else, other than Deuc, you would've instinctively torn their throat out even before they could even put their hands on you.

But, this was Peter you were talking about.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

‘You've got to be kidding me.’

"Jesus, Hale," He was clearly proud of himself, the debonair smile on his face especially growing when you released the grip on his shirt in favour of covering a part of your face, thoroughly embarrassed, "That is by far the worst line I've ever heard, coming from you."

"Oh, I know," He shrugged, leaning in closer, "But it's worth seeing that pretty face of yours scrunch up like that."

He pressed his lips against yours before you could even respond with a snarky remark, pulling away just as fast in favour of the adorable stupefied look you always had each time he or Deuc had taken you by surprise.

"But it does smell good in here." He brought up back up from the dip before taking a good whiff of your homemade gravy in the pot.

"Only the best for the best," You mused, hearing him purr in agreement for a moment before adding, "Oh, and for you too, I guess."

He was speechless, to say the least. At least for a while.

"Why, you," He didn't even give you the time to turn away before he attacked your neck and collarbone with wet kisses, the exaggerated sounds of his smooches growing louder the more you cried out to him to stop.

He did, eventually, but he made sure he gave you enough to sag in his arms, resting against him for a moment as he mumbled against your cold skin.

"Would be nice if we had the night to ourselves." Oh. You covered your face yet again, now with both of your hands.

"Not you too," You felt the chuckle vibrating through him, "You and Deuc planned this, didn't you?"

"Depends," He drawled, clearly feigning ignorance, "Is it working?"

Fuck yeah, it is.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that."

Big mistake.

Your mouth gaped open wide as though you had surprised yourself, knowing he had taken your statement as a challenge when he pursed his lips.

"Challenge accepted."

You squeaked as he pulled you to his chest, one of his hands remained on your hips while raising the other that he intertwined with yours. You were sure his eyes had dilated, enjoying the way you bashfully look up at him through your lashes, gasping as soon as his hand crept up past the hem of your shirt.

"Peter," You giggled nervously, "Where is that hand going?"

He hummed.

"Places."

Just then, he switched directions, sliding further down before moving under the waistband of your shorts.

"Places where I'd want to touch," Down, "To kiss," Up, "To lick," Down, "To nibble on."

Each time his hands move, no matter where they ended up, all you could do was shiver. He dipped his head, nibbling on your earlobe.

"If and only if my angel says so."

He was seeking your permission—just like Deuc did.

"I want to," Oh? "But later, okay?" Oh. You tried not to giggle as he deflated from your answer, "Especially since the two of you haven't made it any easier for me to say no today."

Not that you'd ever deny these two whatsoever.

"Please?" You cupped his face, thinking through your next words before mumbling, "Just hold on for a few hours and I'm all yours and Deuc's."

His eyes dilated from the mere promise, holding onto both of your hands and pulling you in to capture your lips with his. It was as deep and passionate as the one you had with Deuc, your legs nearly buckled if it wasn't for his quick reflex.

"Pretty girl, you'll be the death of me."

The audacity.

"Oh, like you're any better," You rolled your eyes playfully, "Now, you either help me with the potatoes or take these plates and march out to the dining room."

He opted for the potatoes, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulders and nearly causing you to burn the caramel sauce that you were making to pair with your homemade ice cream.

Deuc came down to the kitchen a little while later, only to shoot a glare at Peter for putting him on dishes duty. You saw the way Peter smirked as Deuc stalked out, dropping his expression to a barely innocent kind when he noticed you watching him.

"A grump, let me tell you," Peter commented, not bothering to lower his voice and earning himself a growl from the other room. You silently giggled before pushing him lightly.

Quarter past seven, and you walked out to serve the big pot of stroganoff and a whole bunch of sides in the dining room, where Deuc had just finished wiping the last cutlery. As soon as he did, he wrapped one arm around you, resting his head against your tummy. You could tell he was a little miffed over the petty arrangement, so you leaned in and kissed the crown of his head a couple of times, drawing a soft laugh from him.

No doubt Peter had seen you trying to cheer Deuc up and would probably cage you in his arms until you do the same for him.

A couple of hugs and hundreds more kisses later, the pack finally arrived, their exhaustion from surviving the week palpable as they greeted you with hugs or the Hale's exchanging meaningful pleasantries with you.

Deuc and Peter watched as your face continued to light up, from scooping a generous portion of noodles and stroganoff to listening to each and every one of them about the rough week they all had. Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight. This dinner was your idea, after all, treating the pack with the endless amount of love you had to offer. They only helped you out, though they'd gladly accept your gratitude at any given moment.

You were not blind to the looks they gave you either, so soft, even you didn't think they were capable of such emotion. You've either looked away or rushed out to the kitchen to 'top up the necessary' as a poor excuse to shy away from their gazes.

Soon, things began to calm down, and you shooed the pack to the living room, but not before being bombarded by offers to do the dishes. You gave in, eventually, and as soon as the final plate was washed, you pointed to the living room, much to everyone’s amusement.

Besides Deuc and Peter, who were helping you with the leftovers, everyone else started doing their own thing in the meantime; Scott, Stiles and Lydia were already lying on your rug, Malia and Kira were looking at your bookshelf, ranging from interesting novels with odd titles to the fishbowl of Marimo moss balls, because you wanted a ‘pet’ that ‘understood you best’.

None of the pack understood you till this day, not until Kira pointed out that Marimo moss balls survived best in low light, and you heard the rest of the pack answer with a collective ‘ooh’.

Derek, just like his cousin, had been doing the same, but from the comforts of the couch he was lounging on instead. Though he was the only one on his own, he seemed to be at peace, the deep wrinkles usually etched in between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen as dinner finally caught up to him. All in all, everyone was looking and feeling much better when they first arrived, but you couldn’t blame them. They were carrying responsibilities that were thrice as heavy as an average teenager.

Basically, you were glad to see them finally taking a load off.

The relief you were practically giving off to both Peter and Deuc was endearing, seeing your unfaltering smile despite the way your sensitive nose scrunched up a couple of times as you scooped the gravy into a container.

“You were right, angel,” Deuc was the first to speak up since the comfortable silence, “This dinner night was worth it.”

“Really?” The shine in your eyes was enough of a solid answer, “What changed?”

“That,” You tilted your head, “That pretty smile of yours.”

You mustered up a nervous smile, peeping out a small ‘oh’ before continuing with the leftovers.

At least, you tried to.

“No, no,” Peter came up behind you, intertwining his fingers with yours, “What did we say about hiding your smile?”

You peered up at Deuc, who nodded you encouragingly.

“That it only encourages you two to make me smile even more.” You whispered just enough for them to hear, trying your hardest to look elsewhere as they praised you with a simultaneous ‘atta girl’. Peter raised your laced hands, kissing the back of yours while Deuc took the other and did the same.

And just to spite you in the best way possible, they kissed either of your cheek, Deuc taking your left whereas Peter on your right.

But before they could melt you further, you heard an ‘oop’, followed by Lydia’s ‘Stiles!’ before she dragged him off. The poor boy had accidentally seen the tooth-rotting display at its peak, especially between his former nemeses and his godmother. It didn’t bother them in the slightest though. They turned to you, only to see your wide-eyed mortification. You could’ve really traumatized him or anyone else for that matter, had Stiles’ interruption not happened, and you had no doubt these two could care less in favour of devouring you in the kitchen.

Shameless.

But you loved them anyway.

That still didn’t stop you from glaring at the two, at least you tried to, losing your composure when they both ganged up on you with their knowing smirk—a telltale that they haven’t forgotten about your promise.

They eventually put you out of your misery, but their lingering touches had only been amped up to the max, letting you know that they were growing impatient to have you.

And the second the pack leaves, boy, were you in for the night.

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[lunawritingspaceoxoxxx]

Chosen

NO MINORS

WARNINGS: ANGST, BAD SMUT, LOVE TRIANGLE(?)

this has literally been sitting in my docs for 6 months. 11.4 words tho.

“Look, don’t get me wrong, I love Y/N, I truly do, but she’s so needy–date night every week and it doesn't matter if we have the season coming up. I wish I would’ve chosen someone else if I knew she was going to be like this.”  Your heart cracked as you went to knock on the door, hesitant to make your presence known. In that moment, you felt like a child, only wanting to speak about any and everything like most children are and your father, abiet frustrated with work and dealing with layoffs after layoffs, slammed his fist down onto the table, cursing and screaming as your mother stood by idly–didn’t want to be the brunt of his wrath this time.

Tears filled your eyes as you sped out of the house, blindly running somewhere until you couldn’t physically breath, heaving as you bent down, black spots filling your eyes. “Y/N?” Peeking from underneath your plats and in between the colorful beads stood Daniel. Daniel Ricciardo, childhood best friend. “Hey, it’s okay,” He couldn't help being concerned, leading onto the steps of his parent’s home, he only held you as you calmed yourself down. He knew of the strained relationship with your father, that need to be close with your dad; he would always make sure that his distain for the older man was known. 

You groaned as you came to, the sunlight hitting your eyes–the telltale sign that you missed the morning rush. That incident was almost two months old and you still haven’t gotten the nerve to speak to Toto about it.Brewing fresh coffee, you checked your emails as you made mental notes for the day. You had three consolations today, being a bridal stylist, knowing the season was only gearing up for the busiest season, knowing that it wouldn’t be an option to call out. Relationships were an enigma for you, you knew love was supposed to be kind and patient, but it’s only been the opposite. At first, you felt drained after helping so many women, yearning for their glow as they spoke about their partners. You truly believed Toto was the one–attentive,compassionate, and overall caring, he made sure that your needs were met before his. 

Being annoying to people wasn’t anything new to you, but Toto actively wanted date night; he picked out restaurants and fun activities and for him to say that he regretted dating you put a damper on your spirits and confused you for the most part.. Citing the upcoming bridal season, you took time away from Toto and the whole F1 lifestyle; even Daniel, who was currently healing from a broken hand, opted out to watch from the comfort of your home.

A sudden knock on your door sucked you back into reality, smiling as you opened the door. “Is there a L/N here?” The delivery man was swallowed by the massive bouquet, white lilies among the red roses. Quickly signing off of them, you set them among the others, feeling unsettled by the growing pile of unwilted,gorgeous red roses. The flowers, along with the many gifts began to spill into your living room, one part of you thoroughly enjoyed this attention, the most sought out and rare Birkins laid across your coffee table. Hundreds of millions dollars worth of jewelry were another favorite for the Austrian billionaire to gift, since becoming romantically involved with Toto, your fashion sense has evolved, once wearing mid-luxury brands to your closet becoming sourced from high-end, quiet luxury brands or off the runway. Toto would send you pieces that you may like from runways or private showcases from many of your favorite brands.

Traveling into Soho From your Manhattan penthouse was always time for you to relax and look through bridal profiles for new brides coming to your boutique, wanting to get a feel for their favorite styles and have an idea of what brands would be best for them. “Good morning, Ms. Y/N” You smiled at Angela,your secretary, as you headed towards your office, setting your things down as you prepared for your first consolation. “Oh…Toto, hi, I wasn’t expecting you.” The Austrian man kissed your check, pulling you into his toned body. “Liebe, I had some down time and I wanted to visit you, but I'm a little confused.” Toto lifted your head up, looking displeased. “Does your phone not work?  Majority of my calls and texts were unanswered. I know you’re busy, but the last time we talked was almost a month ago. You wanted the pink IPhone? The new one that just came out.” “My phone works fine, Toto, I don’t need a new one—I’m okay, just busy with the new brides and designers.” You gently pushed the box back into his hands as you set down your bag, feeling flustered.

You sighed as you gently held his hands, basking in his affection as he laid small kisses across your skin. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, I’m being honest that I got caught up with some of the brides this season, they’re demanding and I don’t want to lose any more clientele than I already have.” Toto nodded his head, basking in your presence as he carefully watched you, feeling there was something more to it. “I would believe you, but something tells me there’s more, look me in my eyes and tell me the truth, liebe. Look, I love you, I truly do, but this distance is more than work. You know I work hard for Mercedes and the team, but I still have time to call or text. What’s happening and please be honest with me and yourself.”

In that moment, you were fifteen again, underneath the watchful eye of your father as he already casted his judgment before he even heard your plea. “Well, a couple of months ago before the season started, I believe Lewis and George were having a drink with you and the conversation shifted towards me.” Shifting nervously on your heels as Toto gently pushed you to continue.“You called me needy and said that maybe you would’ve chosen someone else, so I kept my distance, tried to dissuade you for the zoom dates, declined trips to races because I didn’t want to distract you. I just wanted to be the best for you.” 

He gave a puzzled look as he held you in his arms, racking his brain as he tried to remember that conversation. “Liebe, you know that I care about you, I wouldn’t say that— ” “I’m not accusing you or anything! It’s just when you said that I couldn’t help but feel so…aggravating? That’s not the right word, like my presence bothered you to the point where you were annoyed with me.I felt so guilty about wanting a connection between us. I didn’t mean to intrude into your work life. I understand it’s demanding to be a team principal, I didn’t mean to be this way, I kept my mouth shut and tried to keep you please while I kept my distance so I didn’t disturb you.”

Toto’s face was unreadable, not before he sighed, pulling away as he fixed his collar. You see the irritation across his face, wanting to avoid this outcome as you felt tears coming, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to compose yourself as you hurriedly wipe your tears away. “This is just childish behavior–you’re a grown woman, you should be able to voice your worries to me.  What have I done to cause this?” “Toto, no it’s just—there’s too much on my plate right now and it’s getting harder to do my job to my best abilities. I have an obligation to make happy brides and you have to keep Mercedes happy within formula one, so I think it would be best if we just put us on-” Toto stepped back, nodding his head as he glanced down at his watch. “I’m frustrated by your lack of honesty. I think you know what’s truly stopping you from being completely honest with me and this may seem insignificant to you, but I’m revaluting where I stand with you because almost two years with you and you’re acting like this?” You wiped your unshed tears as Toto silently walked off, the door shutting behind him. You slumped into your plush chair, a migraine forming beneath your eyes as you tried to compose yourself. Forcing yourself to work as you sent emails to the respective brides and designers, setting appointments as you glanced at the calendar.

 “Ms. L/N? Dianna is here. Should I send her in?” Angelia smiled as she poked her head in. “Dianna…?” You flipped through your planner, seeing her name squeezed in, must’ve been last minute. “Um yeah sure, go ahead.” Typing away at your database, frowning deeply as you couldn’t find her information. “When did I even get a call from her?” Mumbling as you flipped through pages, trying to figure out something about her. “Y/N, right?” Your head shot up, outstretching your hand. “Dianna, yes?”The young girl had a dazzling opal cut diamond on her finger as she shook her hand. “I’m the one, I’m so glad that I was able to come in such short notice, but my fiancé claimed you could help me find my dress, I’ve been to four different boutiques and nothing hasn’t screamed out to me.” You nodded as you pulled out the catalog for the many different styles of dresses. “You’re in luck, these are some of the designs we’re carrying at the moment, but if you know that you like a specific designer, we can always order one for you.” You informed, clasping your hands together as Dianna flipped through the book.

And that’s how it became after awhile,  pouring yourself into the bridal season and networking with designers, helping out hopeful brides as the summer heat faded into a cool autumn. Italy was absolutely beautiful as it began to turn into fall, sipping champagne out the expensive glass flute, you made your way around the ballroom. Diamond encrusted chandeliers adorned the tall ceilings as paintings from Picasso and Vincent van Gogh sat perched upon the walls. Your heels clacked as you searched for a balcony, yearning for a moment’s rest. The news of your separation from Toto hadn’t made the rounds yet, so people asked you of his well being, giving you gifts to give on their behalf; it made it hard to keep up appearances. 

Having made your way to the outside garden, hundred bushes of roses, tulips, and among other flowers bloomed throughout the maze. The fireflies flew around as you went deeper into the maze, humming as you savored the champagne. “Y/N? I hope I have the right person, but what are you up to? Enjoying the gala?” A light bulb flashed over your head as you went in for a hug, smiling so wide. “Yeah, it’s pretty nice, the food is good, that’s about it, really, but it was so good to see you. You look good–happier.” Daniel chuckled as he held your hip.  “I’m back to racing so I feel pretty good, having that year off to reflect and I feel like it was much needed after that whole McLaren situation.” You nodded, the pair strolled through the maze, exchanging stories from when you were separated.

“I’m really proud of you, Danny, you accomplished your dream.”Daniel laughed as he gently nudged you with his shoulder. “Hush, you’re running around the world, being like the bridal fairy. Isn’t that fun?” You chucked as you took a seat on the edge of the fountain, lightly dipping your finger in the water. “Not necessarily, it’s fun but after awhile, it’s…hard, I like helping brides, but after doing it for so long, I want to focus more on myself even though I just got promoted last year, but its like I achieved what I wanted, but now what?”You sadly chuckled as you set down your glass, the champagne unappetizing at the moment. “Do you want to switch professions, because to me, it sounds like you need excitement in your life, what about you and Toto going on vacation or something? Start a hobby that you might enjoy.” You awkwardly chuckled as you down your entire champagne flute, wanting to avoid this conversation. 

“Ah well, see, we broke up—I think? We got into a little disagreement and we haven’t talked since, he hasn’t answered my texts, but I suppose it’s karma for what I did to him.” Daniel took a seat next to you, your knees brushing against each other as he gently made you look at him. “Why do you say that? ‘M sure you had a good reason to do whatever you did, you had him in mind.”  Did you have Toto mind when you ignored him? You sat in silence as you thought hard about it, maybe it was or could it be something deeper. “He mentioned to Lewis and George that I was clingy and how I was pushing for date nights every week and even during the season which isn’t true at all, he’s the one who was pushing for it. I kept reminding him to focus on the season because it was literally his job and yeah, we had a disagreement and haven’t spoken since.” 

You knew Daniel long before Toto, having been childhood friends before attending university together and you trusted his advice more than anyone else.  Daniel wore an unrecognizable expression as you spoke, feeling his scrutiny. “I mean I would ask him if you were still together to have some clarification and a peace of mind—for the both of you, but if we’re being honest here. Y/N, do you want to be with someone who’s going to be gone for months on end and still complain about spending time with you? Is it because you’re afraid of being alone? You’ve already achieved your goal, got everything you wanted and you're probably wondering when it’s my turn when styling brides.” You shot him a glare half heartedly as he took a sip of his champagne. 

“I’m just being observant, you were always like this growing up. You made sure that people didn’t have a certain image about you, making yourself so small that you couldn’t voice your needs. Toto is a man that doesn’t have the time nor energy to decode what’s going on in your pretty little head, but in my opinion, he doesn’t provide an environment where you can lower your walls-’ “Okay! Enough with dissecting my failing love life, are you trying to be cupid during your spare time?”  Daniel gave you a look, intertwining your hands together. “If I’m being honest with you, I didn’t bring you out here to speak about Toto. I’ve missed you and our friendship, but I’ve also watched you from afar. I think I may want something more with you and I know this came out of nowhere, but I would like to see where this goes.”  You’re caught completely off guard, Daniel chuckling at your slack jaw as he pulled away. 

At that moment, Toto’s disappointed face was the only thing you could think of. Would this be cheating? You watched Mercedes's instagram, watching him thrive and genuinely enjoying the races even though none of them were in his favor. You tried to get in touch with him, even sending a message to his personal assistant and only received silence from him. “I’m really surprised and I’m going to be honest with you, I honestly don’t know. My situation with Toto is very complicated at the moment and I don’t want to lead you on or anything. I don’t want to give you any false hope, this is just very sudden and I don’t know what my future holds with Toto.” He nodded as he watched as you twirled your fingers nervously. “Of course, anything for you.” It’s been almost four months and while you missed Toto, this has become more complicated by the minutes.

The two of you roamed the dark streets of Italy, reminiscing about the past memories. “Do you remember in college when I was absolutely smashed and you had to pull me out of the river, then I refused to go inside of your car; chased me all the way down to the watering-hole, cursing and screaming my name.” “You were a little shit that night, the police came and questioned if I was kidnapping you, I almost got kicked out of university.” Daniel laughed into your neck, pulling you into his lean body. “But I also remember you buying me lunch for a whole month, because you felt bad.” “Of course I did, you were so worried, you looked ragged and I felt like I needed to do something. I would’ve left the university if they kicked you out.” You looked up at Daniel as you wrapped your arms around his side, the tension grew as you made your way to the hotel that the two of you were staying in. 

“But take care and have a good night, okay?” You smiled sheepishly as he kissed the back of your hand. You watched as he stepped onto his floor, his smile never slipping as the doors shut. Daniel had a smile that nothing could wipe it off, nearly skipping down the streets as he made his way back towards the airport. He wasn’t even supposed to be at this bridal designers networking event, but he had a gut feeling that you were going to show. He couldn’t miss this opportunity, sleep be damned. After your family had left Australia, it was hard for him, especially when he began showing a interest in driving; most people had written him off and claimed that he wasn’t going to achieve anything at all, but it was because of your encouragement and support that made him ignore that constant jeers from families and ‘fans’ alike. 

Coming back from Italy, you had decided to move closer to the boutique, feeling the need to be more dedicated to the staff and the brides. That was the easy part, trying to find an apartment that wasn’t going to cost twenty grand a month? That was reality. “Miss L/N? Dianna Shells from your last appointment sent you an invitation to her wedding, do you want to accept?” “Sure, just put in on my calendar and I’ll see what I could move around, but next week, I need two half days,” Logging onto your computer as you started your coffee machine,” I’m currently apartment hunting and I need all the time so I can find something that doesn’t cost me a kidney.”  Angelia nodded her head, facing similar issues as she set down the important document folder. “You’re not wrong, but today we have a couple of brides scheduled for today, but it’s mostly for second fittings.” 

In the following days, you ran around Soho, looking at comically terrible shoeboxes that cost way too much. It was draining for you mentally because to have someone tell you, that this was going for six grand and no, you don’t get a private bathroom. “Alrighty, Miss Y/N, this one has just hit the market, it's four thousand dollars and it's a little bit pricey, but I think you’re going to like this.” You gave the realtor an annoyed look, following after him as you fixed your coat dress. “I hope so, does it at least have my bare minimum wishes.” “That and more, you have two bedrooms, a sunroom, and a very spacious living room and kitchen. The building also have sauna that’s yours to use if you want to.” 

Your eyes widened as he unlocked the door, ushering you inside. It was modern bohemian style, citing the previous resident’s taste as the walls were colorful, but it held a hint of art deco as well. “Now, the previous owners knew of you, they had mentioned to me that you helped their daughter-in-law with finding a dress and eventually a wedding planner, they’re wanting to make a special deal with you. Overall, this apartment costs around 1.2 million dollars, they’re willing to take two hundred and fifty thousand and it would be yours. You can do it like you’re renting and then once you reached their offer, they’ll sign off on everything.” You nodded your head, whipping out your pen. “I would be an idiot if I didn’t agree to this.” 

4 weeks later 

“You know you didn’t have to make this trip, just to see little ‘ole me, but I’m truly thankful for you.” Daniel was taking a short trip to LA, when you mentioned moving and getting all new furniture and he was the one who suggested that you needed his assistance. “I told you, I was going to help you out and plus, this is better than getting drunk on a random beach.” It had been a few after the gala and slowly, but surely, the two of you kept in touch, checking in on each respective family. “You do have good taste, I cannot deny it, but this time I want a little more modern and chic.” Daniel nodded, climbing into your 2025 G-Wagon, “That would be a good fit especially due to the smaller size of the new condo, it would almost give it the homey vibes as well.” “I think so too, I mean I loved the cute interior look that I had before, but I was also, like 22 at the time, I’m now 26 and I feel like my style needs to mature a little.” 

Being with Toto has its own pros and cons, mostly cons especially with him being a billionaire; everyone’s eyes had to be on you and what were you doing within your career. Before him, your style was eccentric and out there, bright colors with clashing patterns because you didn’t care and once Toto stepped into the picture, you lost a version of yourself and you have to admit, you missed her, she was fun and just did everything by the beat of your own drum. “You don’t have to technically, I miss the fun girlie, we got into some crazy stuff.” You laughed, making your way further into Soho, trying not to get frustrated with the traffic. “No you don’t, I surely don’t, I was terrible, from almost going to prison, and do you remember me streaking across the rugby field for like $1,000 dollars? I sure do, my mother was fucking livid and my granddad nearly died when he saw the video.” Daniel remembered that day so clearly, in college, you were like any other student–too focused on your school work for fun until after the semester was over. You made sure that your image was squeaky clean, so your parents weren’t worried about their reputations. Daniel was watching the televised match along with some buddies, his jaw dropped once you ran onto the field like the day you were born. 

“At that point, I was struggling so badly with my job that they fired me and I couldn’t find work, my dad hated my guts and I needed food, so I did what thought was best and it kept me fed for the rest of the semester because daddy dearest sent me money for the remainder of the year.” Danny eagerly held the driver’s door open for once you pulled into the furniture store, citing that’s what a gentleman does. “Anyways, what color scheme you’re feeling, neutrals or monochrome?” “Maybe a mix of colors, obviously they have to compliment each other, but I want to this to be my home for a couple of decades and it has to age well as I grow.” You were greeted by Dolly, a nice, older woman who recognized Daniel, citing her young grandchild was a big fan of his. 

“Sorry for distracting y’all, but Miss Y/N, we have a couple pieces already selected because of your previous selections. I heard that you were moving into Soho, which is a big move, but your brand new position—also congratulations on that as well.” Dolly showcased a nice three-piece velvet loveseat in beautiful dark—almost royal blue. “Match this with a dark brown interior and this would look so stunning unless you wanted something eccentric like this flower couch?” Your eyes widened, the massive light pink couch along with the flower petal throw pillows was something only your dreams mustered. “Danny, look, this is so cute! This could go in my sunroom along with vine shelves.” He chuckled at your antics, watching you roll around. “It would be good, the sunroom could be like a destressor place; something different.” “And he’s right, even though you’re moving up, never deny your roots.”  Dolly’s smiled only widen when you nodded your head,”But I want to get both, I want the three piece in blue, I think it would look good in my new apartment.” 

After about three hours and almost 40,000 dollars later, you were one happy girl. “So for financing, how much do you plan on paying each month?” Danny shook his head as he cut in, pulling out his wallet. “We’ll go ahead and pay for it in full,” He laughed as he pushed you away,“It’s my treat, I’m proud of you and I wanted to do something nice for you.” “Yeah, which I’m thankful, but this is excessive.” Danny waved you off, finishing paying as he thanked Dolly as he stashed his receipt away. “Well, Miss Y/N, you got lucky, but all of your furniture should be delivered in the upcoming weeks and we’ll send a confirmation email as well, but I will say you picked some really nice pieces.” You smiled before you and Danny made your way towards your car, surrounded by paparazzo, climbing into the passenger seat as he knew how to drive with the flashing cameras and lights. “Daniel! Is this your new girlfriend?” “Are you still dating Toto?!” Covering your face as you tried to not show your displeasure on your face. “Are they always like this?” “Of course, they don't care about our privacy, we’re just entertainment to them.”

You slump back into the seat as Daniel drove, humming softly along with some random pop song on the radio. “Where are we going now?” “Heading back to your place, but order us something so we could pick it up.” He had interlocked your hands together, rubbing your knuckles. “I mean I can cook for you, I just made groceries and plus, we won’t be out in public.” Daniel couldn’t argue with that, changing directions as he headed back towards your new apartment. You watched as the sky began to change, orange streaks across the city skyline. “Yeah, do you remember your mom’s garlic chicken recipe? I’ve been craving that and she was so kind enough to send it to me.” “I heard, I was little upset that she gave it you before me—I only burnt my kitchen once.” You snorted as you remembered the video, Daniel was being a showoff and then accidently put too much wine, gave the pan a little swirl and then the cabinets were on fire. “I know my mum showed you the video, that took place when I wasn’t racing, so I had to do something to keep my mind occupied.” “You can keep telling yourself that, just stick to getting a personal chef or something—find a girlfriend that will cook for you, make those cute little lunch boxes. I saw Yuki’s bento boxes and I was envy of him.” 

Daniel gave you a confused look once he parked outside of your SoHo apartment. “Yuki? How do you know him?” “Toto and I went to dinner one night and saw him with Pierre.” He snorted, Yuki would never defeat the “he’s in love with Pierre '' accusations. Making your way into the building, smiling as the doorman ushered you in. “Good evening Miss Y/N, will he be your only guest tonight?” “Yup and don’t let anyone come up to my door, no one should be coming this late tonight.” The doorman nodded as he unlocked the elevator, Daniel wrapped his hand around your waist pulling you closer to him. “I’m actually really proud of you, I know this wasn’t your original goal, but you’re making due with what you had.” His eyes held respect and affection, but something more than that, it was if you placed the stars in the skies and he wanted to reciprocate that feeling, that need of yearning. “Daniel. I know I keep repeating this, but I’m so thankful for you. You’re probably my one of my greatest best friend I could ever ask for.”

The stainless steel elevator opens much to Daniel’s disappointment, watching around as you struggle to unlock the door. “Finally, but home sweet home, stick your shoes anywhere I don’t care.” Dropping your bag onto the marble countertops, Daniel couldn’t help but be impressed, it felt like you even with the scarce furniture. “Do you like it? The living room is going to be massive, but I’m happy because now I get to host Christmas parties and what not, watch me become a phenomenal host.” He chuckled as he watched you run around in the kitchen, shaking his head. “I like this, honestly this place suits you, are you renting this?” You sheepishly looked away as you placed a glass of wine in his hand as you sat on a bean bag. “Not really….I loved this place too much, so I’m renting to buy. I know it’s a stupid financial decision, but it's only four grand a month and that’s including the HOA fees.” You nervously swallowed your wine as Daniel gave you a disappointed look. “Why? What if they want to kick you out?” 

Taking a seat next to him as you grabbed the bottle of wine, shrugging your shoulders. “But get this, I styled their daughter-in-law and found them a pretty good wedding planner. They were so happy with my work that they’re willing to take two hundred and fifty thousand rather than the full amount,this place is worth about 1.2 million dollars! I would never see that in my lifetime!” Daniel did a spit take as he looked at you in shock, much to your enjoyment. “See? You just gotta see my side and I feel like this would be such a blessing for me. I’m young, pretty high up in my career, maybe single—gotta figure that one out, but I’m young enough to take risks like this Danny!” He didn’t have room to argue, spending over a decade in the most dangerous sport that you could do. “I mean, I get it, if I were in your shoes, I would take this opportunity as well.” 

Laying against his shoulder, tracing random shapes along his tattooed arms. “Don’t feel like cooking?” “Nope, we should order a pizza.”  The older man chuckled as he pulled out his phone, shaking his head. “I could’ve told you that, Roo, I’ll handle this.” You nodded off, watching people go through life without a second thought as Daniel held you in his arms, frustrated by his lack of courage to speak about how he felt for you.

With Toto

The F1 season hasn’t been great for Mercedes, Red Bull has consistently taken the first spot on the podium for races and drivers. As the team principal, Toto needed to secure a win in the Netherlands. Everyone was walking on eggshells around him, Lewis and George kept their heads down and tried their best. “Mate, I dunno, what’s up with Toto, he’s been more on edge lately.” George grunted as he lifted the weight over his head. “Well, Red Bull has been dominating the races and he’s trying to understand why, but also Y/N broke up with him.” Lewis stated, nodding at George’s surprised face. “Look, I’m in the same boat as you, but from what I’ve heard, Toto caused it, making her feel not wanted.” “If you wouldn’t be gossiping, you could be actually winning races.” Lewis and Geroge quickly went back to their workout as Toto stepped in. Lewis wasn’t wrong, but it did frustrate the older man that the paddock saw his frustration, he didn’t like to wear his emotions on his sleeve. “If we can place in the Netherlands, we can start closing the gap between Red Bull and us” Toto tapped on his phone as he messaged the engineers back along with the team. “I’m counting on the two of you to be ruthless, do not hesitate unless you have to.” It wouldn’t take a pigeon to see the exhaustion in Toto’s eyes.

Stepping away from his duties to go to lunch, feeling utterly exhausted as he scrolled through his private Twitter account, typically formula one news among other things. “Mr. Wolff, there’s a blog called Pop Buzz, asking your opinion on Y/N with a mystery man in Italy, I know-” Toto glanced down at her screen, pulling up the mentioned tweet, his frown only deepened as he looked. “I don’t want to comment on it, actually could you get me in touch with Y/N?” She widened her eyes before she began typing away at her phone. Everyone in Mercedes knew of the ‘split’, but privately, Toto didn’t want the general public to know because he truly didn’t know where they stood; he acted impulsively and ultimately ended up hurting the both of them.

“Sir, her assistant claimed that she wasn’t in the office, but I did leave her a message–just don’t check instagram, I would advise not going on social media in general. The comments on our team page and even Lewis’s are questioning what’s going on with her. Do you want to go ahead and confirm your split?” Toto pinched the bridge of his nose, wrangling his temper under control as he reminded himself about everything he had going for him. “No, you don’t have to,I have a Grand Prix to focus on, just let the tabloids keep talking.” Toto kept to himself, answering emails and other matters that needed his attention, but the thought of you with another man sat in the back of his mind.

But it wasn’t fine. Toto laid awake at night, staring at the ceiling of a random hotel room, glancing down at his phone, hoping that you would call. Kracher ❤️, you were his firecracker because he absolutely adored your passion for anything you truly loved. It translated to him when he would forget to mention lunch or even dinner, sending him home with leftovers or recipes that you thought he might like—a home away from home; that’s what you were. He groaned as he stepped onto his balcony, dialing your number. “Hello?” Toto cleared his throat as he rubbed his neck nervously. “Um, hi, it’s me, it’s been awhile.” “Yeah, it has, I heard the season hasn’t been good for Mercedes.” “Yeah yeah, you know—car troubles and Red Bull that’s all, but I would like to see you, if you want.” Another awkward pause. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Toto, I understand your reaction to me ignoring you, but to do it yourself and then call me out of the blue, that takes guts because you could’ve told me that you needed space and I would’ve given that to you. I’m…putting myself first because we need an actual break from whatever this is because it’s not necessarily healthy for us. I recognize that I have some personal issues that I need to work on and I don’t know what you want Toto. I really don’t know.” 

“Look, I know what I did was childish, but a break? You did nothing wrong, I was the one who made this stupid mistake, let me prove myself that I’m the right man for you. Y/N, I love you, I truly do, just tell me whatever I need to do to make you happy again.” He could hear you sigh, probably pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s not my job to tell you what you need to do, I can’t always give you the answers. I love you, I truly do, but I can’t deal with this wishy-washy nonsense anymore.” Toto scoffed, a much nicer way of calling through your bluff as he popped open a bottle aged whiskey. “I would trust you, but how are you gonna work on your issues? I feel this is a very rushed thought process. Is there someone else?” “No there’s not—why are you making assumptions Torger? Is that what we’re doing now, making up assumptions so you can somehow pin the blame onto me when you messed up? Look I’m done with you, call me when you’re calm and actually ready to have adult conversation.” The Austrian billionaire sighed the dial tone, rubbing his eyes as he looked over at the mountains. You were right. Absolutely right and maybe it’s because he's a billionaire and with a snap of his fingers, he could get anything or anyone in the palms of his hand. Both in the height of their careers, especially with their positions, their attention was demanded when being summoned for certain things.

Sighing as you tossed yourself onto the bed, the kicking and muffled screams only helped until you realized that Toto would never admit that he was wrong, only making you ‘forget’ with expensive gifts and sugar-coated words. Seeing your exhausted reflection staring back at you, dark circles underneath your dull, lifeless eyes. You didn’t like who you were becoming, it scared you—this lack of drive to anything besides sleeping was alarming, you wanted to do so much and this relationship, if you could even call it, was basically sucking the soul out of you. You knew in your heart that you weren’t meant to be alone, hence your career choice. Isolation is a poison as you could feel its effects as your thoughts became your worst enemy. “What the fuck am I gonna do?” Your reflection had no answer, only a pitiful look.

Six weeks later 

In the following weeks, catching up with Daniel and helping out Dianna, you needed a break—like the one where you sneak off to a different city and shut your phone off until you feel like dealing with people. Lounging in your private jacuzzi as you slipped stupidly expensive wine as you listened to a random podcast in the background, tapping your finger against the ledge. Manhattan’s sunset always brought a wave of  serenity to your mind. Daniel had texted you earlier this morning, wanting to see if taking the summer break together was in the cards, you pondered over it, going back and forth before ultimately agreeing. It would be good for you and plus, it would be a great time to fully catch up with the AlphaTauri driver.

The summer break for the drivers was in full swing, the majority heading back to their yachts in Monaco, but Daniel had planned to head back to his farm back home, but he wasn’t alone. “Welcome home, pretty girl.” The driver had pulled you closer by the waist, leaving a small kiss on your cheek. Yawning in response as you tugged your luggage behind him, wondering why you would take almost a thirty hour plus flight? Who knows. “My driver;s going to be driving back home, I know you would be too tired to drive and you don’t trust my driving.” “Do you remember when we snuck out and crashed your dad’s golf cart?” “We were children, plus we still got your ice cream that you begged for.” Rolling your eyes as you playfully shoved him away. “Anyways, is there anything major planned?” You asked as you set your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’, knowing that your assistant will message you every single little question in the bridal book. “Nothing much, just relaxing and may go for a swim, reckon that would be good.” Daniel liked spending his breaks doing mundane tasks—things that he enjoyed. Yachts are great, but an entire week of drinking the day away, maybe another time. “Are you sure? I mean, anything you want to do, I’ll be up for it.” “Of course, we’ll find things around the ranch and hang out with my parents for a bit. Go to the pub, have a bit of fun like the old times.” You threw him a pointed look as he kept walking ahead, his boisterous laughter startling nearby watchers. “I swear if we go to the pub, I’m not partaking in your little games.”

The two of you ended up failing the pub crawl, opting to head home as his mother had dinner waiting for the both of them. “Y/N? Oh my, you look so good, much happier.” Giggling as Grace, Daniel’s mother, hugged you as if you were going to vanish into thin air. “Thank you, getting a new place is also contributing to that as well.” “Daniel told me all about it, for that price in SoHo? I would be happy too.” You sat at the counter, smiling at the view in front of you. “Do you want something to drink? We have tea—plenty of it or even some water.” “Water’s fine, I’m still not a massive tea drinker.” Daniel gave you a mischievous look, much to your playful annoyance. “Because the tea quality in the States is pretty shit, I wouldn’t drink it if I lived there full time.” He slid in next to you, gently pushing your shoulder before leaning against you. “Tea is just gross over all, coffee is so much better—” “Because you dump so much sugar that you can hardly taste anything.”

Grace laughed as you bickered along with her son, watching you as you chased him around. “You haven’t even seen me making coffee! My coffee bar is practical, a few syrups, maybe some cold form and that’s it.” “If you were woman enough, you would drink it straight.” You slapped your hand over Daniel’s mouth, letting out scream as he licked your open palm. “I swear it never stopped, behaving like children.” Joe chuckled as you and Danny continued to wrestle on the floor, pinching at each other's skin. “Alright, Daniel, enough, so Y/N,” You perked up as you landed one final shove against the driver, “How have you been doing? I know your mom tried to keep in touch, but after college it was pretty much radio silence.” 

Clearing your throat as you awkwardly looked away, life after college was rough. “Well, I moved back in with my parents, but my dad was still pretty angry about the stunt that I pulled. He tried to ground me, took my keys, my phone—like everything and when I told him no, I’m not going to abide by your crazy rules. My dad kicked me out and my mom watched, obviously she was hurt by my dad’s decision, but ultimately I think she didn’t want to suffer by his hand. I floated around LA for a couple months until I left for New York, trying to work in any editorials, but that didn’t work out. I started out at the bridal shop while I was working for pizza place in Brooklyn and yeah, that’s about it.” Grace nodded her head as she stirred the pasta, humming softly. “I feel like you’re simplifying the last couple of years, I thought you were still at home until we ran into you at the Monaco Grand Prix, by that point, you were dating Toto for almost a year and speaking of that man,” Daniel coughed as he stepped away, catching a glimpse of your face, unrecognizable,” What’s going between you and him?” 

You didn’t know yourself, it was complicated and truly messy between you and the Austrian billionaire. “We’re kinda complicated at the moment, just arguing and insecurities. We’re on a break right now, between Mercedes’s poor season and the bridal season coming up. I know personally, I couldn’t be a hundred percent dedicated to him and my job.” Grace could see where the younger woman was coming from, being highly motivated and career driven; it was hard to balance a relationship when your attention was needed. “I understand where you’re coming from, but you've been with Toto for almost two years. That's history that you have with him, are you willing to start over with someone new?” “It depends, I wouldn’t mind, but I want to at least try, but Toto is busy with his job and I can’t make him drop everything and have him come here.” Grace slid you a glass of wine, leading you outside on the balcony as her eyes met with Joe’s.

“You still haven’t confessed?” Joe questioned once the door closed behind the two women. “Of course not, she’s still thinking about Toto and I don’t want to force her to make a decision.” Daniel ran his hand through his curls as he laid back, his father shaking his head as he watched the rugby game. “You’re making yourself miserable to the point where it's frustrating to outsiders.” The younger man nodded his head, watching you speak so animatedly, your hands moving as you spoke passionately about whatever. “I know, but there’s a chance that she’ll go back to Toto and I don’t want to get my hopes up.” Meanwhile you spoke to Grace about past grievances with your relationship. “Maybe it’s because of our upbringing, we came from different backgrounds, I’m so used to being put down and it became almost second nature to not voice my struggles. Toto never created a situation before where I purposely withheld my true feelings from him until that night. He called me needy and maybe, I was stressed out or something was bothering me, but that cut me pretty deeply. I never wanted to come off needy because Toto made that very clear that he didn’t want to deal with someone like that.” Much to Grace’s knowledge, you never came off as that, due to your upbringing, she knew of your hyper independence and that came with the refusal of leaning on someone for help, guidance, etc. 

Grace sighed, patting your shoulder as she held you. “I know, it’s a struggle, but honestly, there’s also a cultural divide between you and him along with an age gap. Toto is very blunt and is honest with how he feels, but I can only imagine him wanting the same because a relationship cannot flourish without communication and honesty. Have you thought about dating someone younger or even someone you know?” You wondered who could fit that role, knowing your male friend group was a little small. “Are you…?” She nodded her head as you gestured to the AlphaTauri driver, which almost threw you into a loop for a moment. “I honestly never thought about that, but I mean Daniel is like my best friend. I never saw him in that light—I mean if I’m being honest, I really never thought of him in that way. He’s very handsome and very caring, but we’ve grown up together and I don’t know how that would translate into a relationship.”

“And that’s very valid, you’re at that point in your life, where you’re ready to settle down and start a family. I would want you to be picky and find someone who will take care of you and your needs. I’m not going to push my son, because even though I would want you to be a part of our family, you already are and I know Daniel has his faults—everyone does, but keep your heart open. Take this break and allow yourself the vulnerability and the freedom that you clearly yearn for.” Grace patted your hand before she stepped back inside. You sipped on your wine, sighing as you tapped on the wooden frame. “Hey Roo, dinner’s ready if you want some.” Daniel awkwardly shuffled behind you before clearing his throat. “I’m here for you, you know that right?” “Yeah, I know, I’m just trying to figure out what I want to do.” The AlphaTauri driver gently encompassed your hand with his, he gazed upon you as if you could wave away all of his worries. “I’m sure, you’ll be able to figure it out, you always do and whatever you decision you make, I’ll always support you.”

As the week passed, spending time at the beach, hanging out with old friends at various local pubs, you were nursing your hangover in Daniel’s lavious living room as some random Disney show played in the background. Daniel held you close to his side as he gently played with your hair, humming softly “I’m very glad that you decided to go on break with me. I missed this feeling.” For a moment, everything felt surreal–serene if someone would’ve put it until your phone rang. Toto. “Give me a moment.” Awkwardly smiling as you headed towards the patio, sighing softly as you felt a migraine coming on. “Toto, Hi. Is there something you need?” “Honestly, yes, I just needed to hear if you were okay, I miss your voice. I know things are complicated at the moment, but I do truly love you and want to make things right between us. Enjoy your break with Daniel, Schatz, I’m always a phone call away.”  The Austrian’s voice held melancholy as if he was in mourning, “Toto, are you okay? Be completely honest with me, please.” “.....I’m actually not, I’m struggling to perform my best, I’m dealing with a failure of a car, I’m being questioned by Mercedes if I’m even fit enough to lead the formula one team, this season hasn’t been the kindest nor in our favor.” “I completely understand, I know it’s not ideal, especially having Lewis on the roster, a seven-time winner of the World Championships and hasn’t yet achieved a P1. I would be frustrated too, but each season is like the ocean’s tide, it’s constantly receding, but it always comes back. For you, it could be in the second half or next season, just don’t give up, do what makes it feels necessary to keep pushing forward.” 

“You always know what to say, that’s what I love about you.” Twirling your braids, looking out onto the vast space of the Australian wilderness, the stars were certainly brighter, there were no blinding city lights masking their beauty. “Toto, I-Look, I miss us and what we used to be, I loved the surprise dates and the flying me out to races, maybe I got used to it and began asking you of it, which I shouldn't have demanded that from you. Toto, I’m halfway across the world and I am honestly miserable, I want us to work this out and make amends.” “Schatz, I feel the same way I do, never feel sorry for wanting my attention, I love spending quality time with you and it’s quite painful being separated this long, but focus on your break and then once the winter break begins, you’ll have me for three months.” “I don’t want to wait that long, maybe Danny won’t mind if I leave a few days earlier and I’ll make my way towards Monaco.” “No, I couldn’t ask you to do that, Daniel invited you on this break and I want you to enjoy it. I've been keeping an eye on the wedding calendar and it’s been busy, especially in New York. Take this time to relax and then when we meet once more, then we can talk about us and where we’ll go from here.” 

Whispering goodbyes, you slipped back into the living room where Daniel was scrolling through his phone. “Toto?” Sheepishly nodding your head as you took a seat on the ottoman, pushing back your loose braids. “So that break-“ “I’m pretty sure I’ll go back to him—we just have so much history together that I couldn’t throw us away.” You watched as Daniel stood from the sofa as he walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. “I never meant to lead you on, it was never my intention. You know that, Daniel.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Y/N, I can’t help it, I’ve loved you for so long, I just want you to be treated the way you deserve. Toto—he’s indecisive, he flipped this entire situation onto you. He was the one who asked about spending more time together, he was the one who was frustrated when you got used to going on spontaneous dates and trips. If I was in Toto’s shoes, you would be treated so well, anything you want and it would be yours in a heartbeat.” You rolled your eyes, following Daniel into the kitchen. “Toto does that already for me-“ “Does he? All I know is that he gets frustrated with his own girlfriend when he’s not winning the season because his car is shit.” 

Daniel stepped onto the balcony, his head hanging low as he occasionally gazed upon Perth’s horizon. You sat alone in the living room, wiping your eyes as you wallowed in your self-misery. Did you lead Daniel on? The occasional hangouts when he was in New York, the bar hops, the brunch dates, and even furniture shopping. You thought that’s what friends do, spending time with each other and maybe, it got lost within translation. You stared blankly at the screen once Daniel stepped back in, eyes bloodshot red. “I didn’t bring you here to sleep with you, my mom knew how I felt about you and much to my annoyance–” Your phone dinged–Lover Boy, it made Daniel clear his throat, rubbing his face.

Lover Boy

-I’m heading out right now, see you tomorrow night

-?? What do you mean by that?

- I’m coming to get you

-Wait why? 

-Daniel.

 “Toto is coming, I didn’t want to make this any awkward than it is even though we have two days left.” The migraine only grew worse as Daniel slipped his beer, shrugging his shoulders. “No…No–Daniel, we could’ve dealt with this. You’re my best friend and I feel like I’m losing you.” The Australian driver chuckled as he headed towards his bedroom, feeling almost jaded by this entire situation. “I just need some time to process this, we spent a lot of time together this week and part of me knew that, you weren’t interested in me and that’s not your fault. I just thought something was there and I don’t know necessarily if we could be best friends again–friends? Yes, but best friends, that's maybe.” You watched as he walked away, unable to hide his sniffs as his shoulders sagged. 

Tossing your phone to the side, you didn’t expect this to happen all so fast and it was jarring, giving you almost whiplash. You grabbed your cardigan as you headed towards your room, feeling almost judged, but deep down you know it wasn’t your fault. You cared about Daniel deeply, almost to the point where you could love him, but it wasn’t meant to be. You grew up and there was a certain boyish charm that he had, that wasn’t attracted to you. You were growing in popularity and fame when it came to running the SoHo bridal boutique and yes, having fun in your relationships was a must, but it felt like when you dated men who were like Daniel–it was more like you being the mom instead of the girlfriend. 

Daniel rubbed his bloodshot eyes as he curled in bed, his phone was constantly buzzing as he told damn-near everyone his plan

Maxie

-I take it everything went okay?

~Nope. Back with Toto

-Huh?

-I thought they were broken up

-That’s what George told Charles

~Yeah no, he called her and they spoke about something

~he’s coming to get her 

-damn I knew how much you loved her

-it’s just kinda fucked up

~I mean I get it almost two years together 

~I wouldn’t break up 

~try and work it out

After he sent his last message, Daniel turned off his phone, his headache growing as he attempted to sleep this shitty night off—gazing outside of the window until he dozed off.

The tension in the air was so high the next day, that you were suffocating within it—between Daniel’s cold shoulder and his friends popping in and out, making you feel like an outsider even his mother only giving you a pitiful look before she left. You had already packed your things nice and neatly, waiting patiently as you answered emails, deciding to go back to work even earlier. “Y/N?” Perking up as Joe took a seat next to you, flashing a quick smile. “So, Toto, huh?” “Yeah, look I’m sorry–” Joe lifted his hand, shaking his head in almost disappointment. “Never be sorry, love is one thing I don’t question and I cannot help but be biased towards my son, but I know he’s going to find someone meant for him. I don’t blame you at all, we had a previous conversation where we talked about this. I thought with Daniel being in F1, rejection was something that he should’ve been familiar with and not allow him to affect him as much. Daniel will eventually come back, just give him time.” Once the older man left, it was as if time was crawling, seconds turning into minutes as minutes turned into hours. You hoped that Daniel would be kind enough to bring you back into his life, but you had an inkling that it would be otherwise because you chose Toto. Hearing helicopter blades, you stepped towards the glass doors, feeling the butterflies in your stomach grow as you watched a familiar figure step out. 

Unable to fight the grin from your face, you stepped from behind the door. “You and your flare of dramatics.” Toto lightly gripped the back of your neck, slamming his lips onto yours as his other hand gripped your hip. Your hands dragged along his toned chest as you feverishly kissed back, feeling the warmth spread throughout your body, settling at the pit of your stomach. “I love you so much.” He chanted breathlessly against your temple, holding you as if you would slip from his grasp. Daniel seethed as he watched the two of you fly away in the moonlight, before he remembered that you were never his. 

“Toto–” “Schatz, let’s just get to the plane first and then we can talk.” Toto’s voice held no room for arguments as he guided you forward with his hand on the small of your back. This was a different tension, but it was still there; lingering like a smoke cloud overhead. During the short flight, the Austrian billionaire laid the occasional kisses across the back of your hand and whispering sweet nothings. It was almost like a whirlwind, between the helicopter and onto the plane; being in so close proximity with him almost sent you. Sitting across from Toto as he was occupied with his phone, probably sending last minute emails as you sat there uneased by the entire situation. “What’s going on in your mind?” 

With those simple words, it was as if the dam finally broke and you couldn’t hold it in, sobbing as he pulled you onto his lap. Toto chuckled, peppering kisses along your temple as he attempted to soothed you. “I feel like with me getting promoted, put a dent between us because before I could travel more and attend races and I didn’t have my insecurities coming out in full force. I knew I would see you in the following weeks and now, it’s like—yes, phone calls help, but I love physically seeing you. This bridal season has been draining on me, the few people who still come to work—” He stole a small kiss from you as Toto brought you into the back in the private bedroom, laying you onto the bed. “We talked about this, anytime you’re ready to quit or take a sabbatical, I’ll take care of you.” “Toto, I have a mortgage now, I have important things to take care of.” 

Toto shook his head, waving your concerns off, because it’s a trauma response–you couldn’t depend on your family, being ignored, left behind, etc. “Schatz. Let me take care of you, go part time and I’ll take care of the rest of the bills along with other necessities and entertainment. You’ll still have your independence.” You couldn’t deny his argument. It would give you the flexibility that you needed, shyly nodding your head. “Okay, but we need to work out the logistics. I could spend three months in Monaco, then fly back home. “Or apply for citizenship, I know good immigration lawyers because I see a future with you and I want to make the right efforts towards that.” He twirled one of your braids around his finger as the dull hum of the plane created a calming atmosphere with you curled into his side, his scent created a dull hum in your lower stomach. 

Your manicured nails gently tilted his head towards yours, sighing softly as your lips touched, feeling the electric charge in the air as Toto grasped your hip, laying you back onto the lavish bed. “We don’t have to–” Silencing him with your hand, a playful smile adorned your face. “I want to, I missed you.” The billionaire snicker held almost disbelief before he seeked your lips once more feverishly, your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt. Your shirt was nimbly taken care of as Toto threw it across the room. His eyes darken as your white lacy bra was on full display, you practically looked like an angel with your braids creating halo around your head. “My beautiful, beautiful darling, how I missed you.” Your hands gripped his shoulders as he dived into your chest, nipping and biting your breasts as he squeezed them. 

The dull feeling turning into a roaring fire as each second passed by, pulling his shirt off as he sat up, cursing softly. “Condom. I don’t—” “Fuck it, if it happens, it happens.” Toto bit the inside of his cheek, praising someone above for this woman laying on his bed. His hand toyed with your waistband, smirking at your reaction as his hand slipped inside. Whining as he grazed your thong, toying with you as if he wasn’t phased by the site in front of him. “Schatz, I know you’re needy, baby, but I have to take my time, I know she misses me,” He smirked at the sight, head tossed back and hands gripping the sheets as you twisted and turned cupping your covered pussy with his massive hand,” So receptive of my touch.” Toto’s patience finally faded as he ripped off your sweatpants, immediately sinking to his knees as he pulled you closer by the hips. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth as Toto thumbed at your covered clit roughly as he chuckled in glee. He pulled your hand away, increasing his pace, not even caring if the flight attendant heard you. Your moans were music to his ears, your gasps and whines spurred him on, licking your pussy through your panties trying to indulge in your taste. “Fuck–a little more, right.” Toto pulled away, laughing at your frustrated look as he pulled off his shirt as he attempted to dive in for more. “No, take everything off.” You demanded as you tossed your thong at his head, easily catching it as it stuffed them in his jeans. “Such a demanding little brat, I’m keeping these.” 

You groaned, tossing your head back as Toto stripped down to his boxers, his hard cock was on full display as you reached for him he stepped away—much to your annoyance. “You’ll get to see me when you behave.” Climbing into the bed, he took his place at your side. One of his hands pinched and twisted your nipple, laughing as he suddenly inserted a finger inside of you, much to your surprise. You held onto his wrist, your head was swirling in pleasure as you rubbed your clit in tandem. Toto relished in your moans, nipping at your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. “There we go, my pretty little slut,” Your hips began to push against his thick fingers, drooling onto the bed as your mind was turning into mush,” If you’re already this fucked out, I can’t wait see you bouncing on my cock like the good little whore you are.”

Toto pushed your hand away, pushing you past your limits as he managed to push two more fingers in; the balance between pain and pleasure becoming blurring. Sobbing into the nook of your arm, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter. Toto’s smirk only grew as he watched your face for the telltale signs of your coveted orgasm, smirking when you tried to slap his chest as he slowed down his pace. “Pussy’s so wet, probably loving how they can hear you begging for me.” His free hand tangled within your braids, pulling them with enough force as he suddenly stopped.

You slumped against the plush mattress, panting as you tried to catch your breath. “Color, schatz?” “Green, so fucking green, please let me come, I’ll be your good girl” You pleaded, missing the dark glint in Austrian’s eyes as he cupped your face. “Don’t worry about that, I know you will,” Toto laid on his back, laughing at the look in your wide eyes,”Now, ride me, and not that pathetic shit, you know how I like it.” Slowly climbing on top, cursing softly as his cock penetrated your sensitive walls. He rolled his eyes, gripping your hips as he slammed the rest of his cock inside of you which triggered your orgasm with almost no warning. It was like a punch in the gut, crying out as you squirted cross his lap and chest as it pool down into the sheets Toto grunted as your walls constricted his cock, almost making him come in the process. Planting his feet firmly on the bed, you gave him the concerned look. “Just because you came, doesn’t mean I’m stopping.”

Scrambling to hold onto as he jack hammered into you, grunting as your nails dragged down his chest. The pleasure slowly began to affect Toto’s self control, tossing his head back between pillows– the loud, wet squelching sounds echoing off the walls and your pleads somehow made his cock harder. “Such a good girl for me, pussy squeezing me like a vice.”  Tossing your head back as he focused on your swollen clit, sobbing as the overstimulation became painful, but it was addicting to the point, you didn’t want to stop for anything. “Toto! Please, I can’t- I can’t–” But your hips pushed back, seeking another high as he gripped your hips, leaving finger-shaped bruises. 

Toto bit his bottom lip as he tried to stave off his impending orgasm, between your breasts bouncing in face along with the vice grip of your pussy. “Schatz, close?” You whined, nodding your head as you reached off his hand, pulling it towards your clit. He watched as you tossed your head back, withering in pleasure on his cock; it was sight that he wanted immortalized on his wall. He couldn’t careless about the noises, let any and everyone hear them. “Toto–Please I–”  He pulled onto his lips, quieting you down as your reached your peak; which triggered his—his whole body shuddered as he painted your walls white, spurt after spurt. Panting as the two of you laid in the afterglow as his arms laid limply around your back, it was a moment of silence as you stared outside of the small window. You could faintly see the outlines of the clouds as you traveled back home, dozing off as Toto began to draw circles onto your back. “Schatz, once again,I am truly sorry for my behavior and I cannot promise that my temper won’t flare up again, but I’ll try to keep in check for you.” “And those poor engineers too, I’ve heard about your outbursts too. I can’t always be your destressor.” Stealing a kiss, Toto chuckled as he rolled you onto your back, feeling at peace for once in weeks.

#toto wolff x black reader #f1 x black reader

[bepisbee]

Heey here's a stardew valley au (vidow ofc)

would anyone be interested in a part 2? (or a spicy oneshot about it?)

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By the end of the week, poor Vio was exhausted. He wiped sweat off his brow as the dark oranges and reds lit his hard work in a gorgeous sunset. This was certainly a change, but not an unwelcome one. When he had learned his inheritance he was skeptical. Honestly he didn’t think it was genuine, more of a jab at his recluse behaviors.

But here he was. A few thousand gold and a farm richer. Hell, Mayor Falon seemed alright enough and not concerned with property tax or anything. It would be too soon if he ever saw another tax document again.

Vio hummed in thought, walking a bit sluggish towards town. The skies turned, opening into darker hues; the reds muddling into purples and midnight blues. He pulled out a small notebook, turning to a page of names. He’d been given them by the mayor as a little task. Get to know everyone in town, settle in, make a few friends. Friends go far in a small town like this. One name not crossed.

Shadow.

Determination fueled his gait towards the Din Tavern. According to Blue, the adventurer’s guild leader, he was returning today. And most likely would be found by nightfall in their tavern. A creature of habit he was, and a creature for sure. The darkness fell quickly around the town, a warm spring breeze making it just a bit chilled. The smell was enticing, between grass pollen, fresh flowers, and a yeasty bread smell that grew as he gained ground. Red was clearly baking tonight. He wondered if their partner was already there to help. The thought of Red’s rose tinted excitement talking about him made him slip a smile momentarily.

As he opened the heavy wooden door, he was blasted with a bubble of warm air and the smell of a perfect hearth. The stools, tables, and games were bustling with the majority of the townsfolk. A few looked up with a friendly wave or nod, which he returned.

Vio looked around. Tucking his blonde braid behind his back, he scanned the rooms.

There he is.

Time seemed to stop as blood rushed past in his ears. Just starting to turn his direction, a man sat leaning on the bar. And damn was he a man. Vio gulped. He was in a casual gray undershirt and leggings. Clearly part of an armor set, perhaps chainmail, that would have normally covered some assets. Despite the mild inappropriate display, no one paid him much mind. This must be usual for him. He clearly hadn’t had time yet to shave the dark purple stubble across his jawline. Thankfully the hair framing appeared freshly washed. Vio was suddenly a little self conscious of his own, covered in today’s dirt and work.

As he turned, gorgeous mismatched eyes in a red and blue greeted him. Freckles smattering everywhere on each inch of visible mocha skin. Vio couldn’t help it, as his brain supplied: delectable, dangerous, and desire.

Shadow’s incredible face wove into a smirk. He motioned an invite to sit with him. It took Vio a second to come back and immediately obeyed.

“Hey there,” Oh he was done for. That velvet voice was going to be the end of him. “Must be the inherited farmer,” he leaned in close. “I’m Shadow. I clear out the mines northa here and in Gerudo Desert,” like most of the town, he gives a name and small job introduction.

“I-m” he clears his throat of the small crack. “Violet. But please call me Vio.” He was so focused that he never noticed Red place a drink for him at the bar. Shadow was not afraid of eye contact. He felt like those eyes were swallowing him whole.

“Pleasure to meet you darling.” An award winning smile makes him melt. “Now, this might be a little out of nowhere but I have a favor to ask you.”

“Hm?”

“Usually I’d use Red’s spare room between runs…” he begins “But it’s a bit too much for me for so long, I don’t always get a good haul.” Shadow swirled his drink stein. “If it’s not too much trouble, I could help around the farm in exchange for staying there awhile?” awfully bold of him, Vio thought. Considering it took daylight to nightfall to work most days, he was tempted. As Shadow’s eyes traced over him, he decided.

“I don’t see why not.” Vio looks away and licks his bottom lip. “As long as you’re fine sharing a bed. The floor isn’t exactly comfortable.”

A devious glint sparked in his eyes. “Of course, with you? Who wouldn’t,~” Shadow finished his drink and left some gold for Red on the counter to cover both. “Shall we?” he stood and grinned. Vio nodded dumbly and followed.

Shadow grabbed a pack that had been on the floor and slung it over his shoulder. “Lead the way darling.” Vio got caught admiring the back end of his shapewear as he bent and flushed.

“Er-right! yes.” he held the door for him and they walked into the cooled night. It was refreshing. Crickets joined the background, making the pleasant walk less silent.

He couldn’t believe he was letting a total stranger stay with him, just because he was drop dead gorgeous.

Vio let him in, with a short tour. Small cabin, heat and water, mini kitchen, little couch, old crtv, and bedroom. Tiny bathroom with only a tub, no shower, connected. Shadow put his things in the corner.

“I’m.. um, going to wash up. Feel free to make yourself at home. There’s coffee and tea in the second cupboard if you’d like.” Vio internally berates his awkwardness and desire to invite the man to his bath. Shadow looks at him as if he knows.

“Don’t have too much fun without me,” he teases as the other closes the door. Vio’s heart pounded.

What has he gotten himself into??

#shadow link #vidow #four swords #vio link #chili writes #legend of zelda #fanfiction #fanfic #short #sdv au #stardew valley au #red link #blue link

[mitsvriii]

hello dear !! congrats on 300, 3 million next 🤞

now then, can i please have a handpicked bouquet from a nursery with roses + cosmos for either zhongli, freminet or neuvillette (i don’t mind!!)

thank you and congratulations once more ٩(^‿^)۶♡

if i could slow time

bell's notes: you cannot just drop those prompts with those characters and leave sir /gn erm 😐 /nm. breaking my heart ☹️💔😔 /lyr, also yes 3 mil for bell 🙏, dumbi 2 tril next 🫵, ty tho 💓, the 'right person wrong time' is not even noticeable im, this is so short i cannot, first time writing anything besides gn!reader so if it's inaccurate im so so sorry, not proofread

contents: zhongli x male!reader, mention of death, angst and fluff, 567 word count

summary: in which your soulmate hardly interacts with you, and the reason why is just as bad as the hurt of his ignorance

It was stupid. A crush you happened to work for has gone wild in the sense that you may or may not have noticed that his wrist was tainted with your name. This not only caused you to have an entire mental breakdown that you couldn’t let show physically, but you rushed out of the funeral parlor, nearly knocking down Hu Tao with your theatrics. 

Not to mention, you thought Zhongli was either clueless, didn’t care, or was just naturally calm about things this extreme because he saw the man who was now his soulmate every day without a stutter, shake, or a cracked-up voice; unlike yourself. Who were you to complain, though? If he acted normal and made no big deal of it, it was most likely not a big deal, right?

You only groaned out annoyingly as you pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the smell of coffins as you helped a woman pick out one for her new-found lover who turned dead because of some freak mitachurl accident. To which you could only nod solemnly in response too, praying to the archons above that something like that wouldn’t happen to you before Zhongli decided to pay attention to you being his soulmate.

It was only a matter of time before the woman left that you quite literally had enough, and rushed to knock on Zhongli’s office door, tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for him to open it. He couldn’t have let you inside at a better time before you brushed past him, albeit harshly, before turning around to face him.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” Four words and you almost swore Zhongli blinked back a cry at them, a solemn smile playing at his lips before he sighed, motioning for you to sit in the chair in front of his desk.

The conversation was nothing like you had imagined in your head. No ‘I’m not into men’, no ‘There’s someone else, no ‘I’m not interested in having a soulmate, but an “I’m an archon” in its place. After letting the statement settle in, Zhongli continued with his explanation in a manner so calming that it almost made you regret your previous snap towards him just a few minutes ago.

He failed to converse with you about your souls being intertwined because he felt as if he would be burdening you with the truth that when you two got completely attached you would pass on before him, centuries before him if he was going to be honest; although it seems as if he was burdening you with the truth now.

You would grow and he would not, you would maybe adopt a child and they too would grow old and he would not, you would fear over time where you would leave him and he would not. He was afraid, afraid that you would worry so much about him and his sake of being with his soulmate, that you wouldn’t enjoy the time you spent together.

But in the end, you both agreed. The two of you would spend the rest of your time together in this world until it came for you to part, and no matter what had happened you wouldn’t feel the need to worry about what would happen to him after you eased to live.

“Because as long as I still can recall memories of you, I shall be fine.”

#🌹's #astronetwrk #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗ #zhongli x reader #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x you #genshin fluff #genshin angst #zhongli angst #zhongli fluff

[bring-forth-your-justice]

Hiii !! I saw ur bsd request so if its okay can i request an Chuuya x reader where reader couldnt sleep tho they just went to the grocery store it was almost 3am but then they got attacked by an ennemy and chuuya saves them since reader is just a normal civil ♡♡

*Me deciding to write this at 1 am* I think I made this a little too comical at the start just cuz I’m laughing at my own inability to sleep… ever. The tone does shift slightly but overall it's not too jarring

I definitely took the request and ran with it so I hope it’s still to your liking even if it went in a slightly different direction anon!.

TW// Blood and violence

Word Count: 3.5k (yea idk why it became so long either)

Staring up at your darkened ceiling you wondered how the youtube video that prided itself in the title, “By the end of this video you’re guaranteed to be asleep!” failed in its one and only purpose. 

It was 3 am.

You had work tomorrow and you had counted about 137 sheep by now, not feeling any less tired than when you started. If anything you were getting antsier. You switched your sleeping position for the 30th time, hoping this one would change quite possibly anything about your current disposition. Yet, of course, nothing. 

So you got up, and in a fit of annoyance, you threw your teddy across the bedroom. You motioned to decapitate the other when you paused and recollected yourself. 

It was definitely the lack of sleep that was making you adapt your boyfriend’s mannerisms. 

His tendency to throw fits when things wouldn’t go his way was something you may have accidentally picked up. Realizing this, you hurriedly made the decision to go wash up and collect yourself before you began to copy his murderous stages in his fits. 

~~~~~~

You ended up wandering into your kitchen somehow. The lack of sleep was clearly affecting you because it felt as though you were periodically blacking out. While you showed some concern about this fact, you figured you would be fine when you got something in your system. Perhaps the hunger ate away at your capability to sleep peacefully.

The moonlight filtered into the room through the brief cracks in the blinds, creating subtle arrays. If only the tranquility of the room would aid in your endeavor to gain some respite.  

“Milk… yea… warm milk might do the trick.” You mumbled to yourself as you flicked on your kitchen lights and ushured out the dim moonlight. Trudging slowly towards your fridge you noticed the quaint roses that sat beautifully on the island. 

They were from your aforementioned boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara. 

The previous comments regarding him would cause someone to have a mental image of a crazy, and possibly lethal, person. While they would be partially correct, he was more like a shouting pomeranian, a really sweet and loving one. He thought of you constantly and would check up frequently, especially since his work kept him away from you quite often. 

Actually, he had called around 1 am to make sure you had put away your work and gone to sleep. He really cared about you and truthfully it was endearing but you wished he worried about himself too. He was obviously calling you at 1 am so he wasn’t getting much sleep either. You brought up your concern to him softly. Turns out he was on a stakeout mission and would most likely be unable to sleep. 

Ironic, really. 

You weren’t doing anything and yet you couldn’t sleep either. Must’ve been a soulmate, string-tying-your-sleep-schedule-together thing. Next he comes over, you’re going to treat him to some princess-styled pampering. He really needs a break.

After adding some water to the rose pot, you returned to your previous mission. Just because you were in discomfort and dying internally did not mean the flowers deserved the same treatment.  

Opening the fridge you were greeted to the sight of nothing. 

There was no milk. 

And suddenly, you could really care less if you took after your boyfriend. 

~~~~~

With sleep deprivation fueling any and all organs in your body, you made your way to the local grocery store. You groaned slightly at the wind that tickled your body even though the light jacket you wore. It wasn’t cold by any means but the wind at the dark of night always felt sharper, as if warning everyone to be alert.

Chuuya always warned you against going outside at night. It was an obvious thing to be wary of, yet it was something deserving of more concern in Yokohama. 

The city itself was riddled with crime and destruction. It was especially dangerous for those without abilities of their own. With no method of self-defense, at night, the streets became wolves prowling around, hungry for their next victim. And oh were there a surplus of potential victims to be found in Yokohama. You just had to be careful to not be one of them. 

Typically, you would heed Chuuya’s warnings, he practically knew Yokohama’s underbelly like the back of his hand. But the grocery wasn’t too great of a distance away from your apartment, and the walk to it was already feeding into your senses; clearing your mind. You figured the recent stress from your work may have subconsciously been pricking at your ability to sleep. 

If you were quick about it, there really wouldn’t be any need for concern. Plus you were doing your best to be keenly aware of your surroundings. Any sound that echoed through the streets had you quickening your pace and checking yourself, particularly regarding the location of your wallet and phone. 

You would be fine, sure you had no ability but that didn’t mean you were stupid. If anything, living in a city like this had caused you to pick up some tricks here and there. 

Chuuya himself had a powerful ability, and sometimes you would be lying if you said you didn’t want one like it. With his ability, no one could really touch him, or you for that matter - should you be with him. 

Although he wasn’t particularly a fan of that idea. The thought of someone using you as a possible leverage against him left him in a cold sweat. That was the last thing he wanted; his position putting you in danger.

Thinking of your boyfriend’s constantly anxious character when it came to you made your mood shift to one a little more bitter. He’d lost enough in his life, he shouldn’t have to worry about you being another person he’d lose. You would make sure of that.

Your thoughts returned to your surroundings and your destination. You figured you could pick up some supplies to cook up something for Chuuya too while at the store. 

It was a win-win situation, you thought. And with that, plus a slight cheer in your step, you quickly made your way to the grocery. 

~~~~~~

‘All right, that should be it.’ You thought to yourself as you walked out of the mart. The wind was the same as before; scraping your cheek the moment you faced its direction. 

‘Tonight had no reason to be this cruel.’ 

It really was. 

An hour of sleep was all you asked for, and instead, you got handed a side mission to get food. But hopefully, it would be the last thing you needed to catch some sleep.

“Chuuya I hope you’re getting more sleep than me, even if it’s a power nap.” You mumbled into the night with your head facing the stars in fatigue. At the very least, you exhausted a lot of your energy, feeling more ready for sleep now than 2 hours ago. 

You traded the receipt in your hand with your apartment keys in your pocket. The small jingle they made was the only sound heard in the vacant parking lot of the grocery, even the register in the store was as silent as a ghost.   

That all-consuming silence did feel a bit odd. 

A chill went up your spine as you slowly registered the eeriness of the night. It was a feeling akin to being stuck at a graveyard at a time you knew you shouldn’t be there, or rather, you weren’t wanted there. 

“Um excuse me miss-” 

CLANG

The groceries you held were scattered on the ground, some rolling a brief distance before stopping. The voice of the employee had left you a bit more than just ‘frightened’. Perhaps the fact you were so vulnerable was playing up your nerves to a degree you couldn’t possibly calm them; thus, resulting in your current predicament.  

Still shaken from the sudden appearance of the employee, you bent down to grab the dropped products. You noticed another hand helping you; it was the employee. 

“Ha, you’re lucky there wasn’t any glass in there huh-” He seemed young, maybe around your age. He appeared energetic, even in the dead of night with presumably no sleep. He was the only one working the night shift too, you truly sympathized.

“Y-yea, looks like that’s the only lucky thing to happen tonight..”

“My apologies for startling you miss, that wasn’t exactly my intention.” He handed you the last product which you promptly put back in your bag, awkwardly shifting away in an attempt to end the conversation and go home. It felt as though you had already lost two lives in that scare alone, you might as well run home now and preserve the last one. 

Besides, the fact that the boy had snuck up on you without making a single sound in the already stilled night was a tad unnerving. 

“You seem really tense miss, something wrong?” He seemed to shift closer to you, possibly in concern. Yet, the dullness in his eyes had your hand twitching; the jingle of your keys serving as a reminder of where you had to be.

“Ah- you know it's just late and I don’t think anyone could particularly say being alone at night is something you can do while being carefree. Um was there something-”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Uh- what does-”

“Where is he?”

“H-huh..?” 

Your heartbeat filled the void left by the lack of noise in the night. Suddenly, you weren’t just shaking because of the salient winds. 

There was a swift motion in front of you; blurred by your panicked eyes and the speed at which it took place. He stood there, more or less emotionless, whereas your eyes were as wide as plates, staring back at him in horror.

“UCK-!!”   

You dropped down to your knees, clutching your stomach. That warm feeling that filtered out from your body left you cold; the sound of your heartbeat slowly disorienting you.

It was blood, you were bleeding. 

The boy threw a dagger your way, so fast you had no time to process what he had done. If you were shaking before, you were certainly incapable of stability in your current condition. You weren't even sure if you were capable of vocalizing a coherent sentence right now; your voice felt like a dimmed candle, barely heating its radius.

“Wh…wh-y..” You managed to croak out, wincing at the pain simply talking caused you. 

“Eye for an eye. Isn’t that how it works?” His head shifted its weight onto one side as if he was questioning you. Yet there was barely any sign of human emotion in his eyes. He began walking towards you, the sounds of his steps echoing in the barren lot. 

You couldn’t move your head up to look at him, so you had to settle for the sight of his feet making their way over to you. 

‘Badum Badum Badum’

If he didn’t finish you first, your incessant heartbeat would. 

Even with your eyes a little clouded, they stayed locked on the feet of the boy who appeared less lethal than he was. His feet stopped before you. The feeling of his ominously desolate eyes staring you down wasn’t something you could miss. With fear locking you into place, you couldn’t move to look him in the eyes. 

It was then he knelt down to look you in the eyes instead. Being able to fully inspect him now, you realized, his eyes weren’t dull. 

No not at all.

They were simply so full, full of unbridled fury that it was hard to pinpoint anything else in his eyes. That far-off look was just a mask for whatever he held underneath. And what was held underneath was hatred, and for you, it seemed. 

“Quite the catch you got. That boyfriend of yours I mean.” He brought a second dagger next to your cheek. The tip threatened to cut you should you move, and with how much you were shaking, it had already pricked you.

“That Port Mafia bitch cut down my brother not long back, and the law of equivalent exchange states that to obtain something, something of equal value must be lost. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I followed through with what he started.”

Ah yes, the Port Mafia. 

It was hard to ignore what Chuuya did, who he had to cut down, and how his actions affected others. After all, you considered his sins to be yours the moment you gave your heart to him. His work wasn’t something you couldn’t change about him, it was something you accepted was a part of him. You loved Chuuya, he was deserving of your love. And so, you were willing to pay for any sins he committed, because, at the end of the day, you wanted him to have peace...

“Being an assassin has its perks you know. I’ve been silently watching you and waiting for this perfect moment. Once you’re dead, I’ll give him your body in the same condition my brother’s- URK-!”   

...But for Chuuya to have peace, you knew you couldn’t die. 

Mustering all the strength in your body, you swung your keys at him as fast as you could. The keys left a gash on his neck, one which he was clutching with his hands now. The only opportunity you would have to escape with his hands now preoccupied.

You quickly made space between the two of you and ran as fast as you could, stumbling slightly as you got up. The groceries were discarded the moment you got up, they would only slow you down. 

Your pace was bad and your vision was even worse. 

You knew he would find you if you even tried running off in the direction of your home. Although an alleyway was the worst place to go, it was the only place that was close in proximity and provided coverage from the streetlights. 

There was no way you could run anymore. You’d lost enough blood by the time you found an obscure corner to slump down on in the alleyway. The dagger was the only thing holding back the rest of your blood from escaping your body, and it still wasn’t enough. 

The heartbeat in your ears dimmed down to the point you could finally hear the quiet of the night, but you weren’t sure that that was a good sign. Your hands felt cold and weak, but still, you moved to grab your phone from your pocket and called the only person you thought could save you.

“Ch-chu..ya..” 

The ringer continued to resonate in your ear. Not knowing how long your hand would have the strength to hold onto the phone, you prayed he would pick up soon. 

Your hope of him being with you seemed to dwindle with each ring, until finally, a sound. 

“Y/N-!”

Although you could barely move or feel anything, your head still turned to that warm voice you knew and loved. With the phone still ringing for him, there he was, running to you. You weren’t sure if the lack of blood was making you see things too, but you really hoped that was him, even if it felt impossible.

“Chuuya… y-you came..” He got to you in the blink of an eye. Particularly since your blinks were becoming just as slurred as your voice. You felt his arms wrap around you, gently lifting you up off the ground. 

“Of course I would- Hold on, shit-! I’m so sorry, let’s get you patched up quick, just- just hold on okay?! Please, please..”

“Don’t… worry.. I won’t .. leave you..” Before you lost consciousness, you felt his lips graze the top of your head, alongside a drop of what felt like rain. 

His grip on you tightened as you let go of your consciousness. 

You were in safe hands now so you could finally rest easy.

~~~~~~~ 

When you next awoke, it was to the sound of repeated beeps and the hushed murmurs of nearby staff. It was the hospital. Your head turned to look at the heartbeat monitor which had wires that trailed back to your body.

‘Well that explains the beeping- good to know I’m alive at least.’ 

While the beeping was the first thing you took note of, you paid extra attention to the red-headed man resting his head in the space next to your legs. 

‘Looks like it wasn’t a dream then..’ You reflected as you hung your head back, snug against the pillow. 

Truthfully, when Chuuya appeared before you, you’d thought you were seeing things. After all, you had just called him seconds prior, but here he was, resting rather peacefully next to you. 

So he had come for you. 

The moment you attempted to move your torso in order to reach him, an excruciating electrical current shot through you, forcing you back to your original position. Your shuffling woke up your resting visitor as you continued to wince in pain. 

“Y-y/n-! Let me go get the nurse-” Chuuya shot up, as though he wasn’t just resting just seconds ago. Even through your hazy gaze the panic and frustration on his face was something even a blind person could see. 

It had been some time since you had last seen him this way, and you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness. He was panicked.

 “Chuuya wait! Please stay..” You spoke breathlessly, it felt as though you were slowly drained of all your energy the moment you awoke.

You tried to move your hand to grab him, but all you could muster was a hapless imitation. He stopped before he could grab the door and carefully, he turned back to face you. His eyes were flushed and his head lacked that oh-so-familiar fedora, so his hair ended up appearing messier than it would look any other day. 

Least to say, he looked as well-put together like a bride whose wedding plans all fell short. 

Even if it hurt, you chuckled anyway. A soft smile played on your lips as Chuuya nimbly took his place next to you, hesitant to make eye contact. This was the most quiet you’d seen Chuuya since the day he drank so much wine that he was passed out for a whole day. And again, you laughed, not letting your abdomen’s current condition restrain you. 

Now Chuuya was looking at you like you had grown another head. At that, you tried to collect yourself and finally speak to him.

“Chuu listen, I know you probably think what happened was your fault, but don’t blame yourself ok..? Look at me right now- I’m still alive, a little bruised up- but fine!” 

He looked as though he was angry, but you knew better. He was in pain. He was regretting everything and recalling every mistake that led to this outcome. 

Your eyebrows unconciously knit themselves together in disquitude. You turned your gaze away from him momentarily, reflecting, while he continued to stare at your absurdly white bed sheets. 

After a pause, you starting again. This time, more somber and raw in your tone.

“Thanks for saving me… I… I don’t know what would’ve happened had you not come in time- I mean I think I held up well enough right?” You turned back to him nervously chuckling. 

The air in the room was becoming more thick with the words Chuuya couldn’t say. The wait was intense but you just wanted him to say something. If anything, to know he was okay too. 

“It- I… I was done the mission.. I was going to come over to check up on you when I saw what the bastard had done … and I saw you running- I’m not done with him yet, he’ll get what he dished out tenfold but-” Chuuya paused. His head tilted up to finally meet your eyes. 

“I’m sorry..” 

He mouthed some words but each one was held back as if he was unable to pick what he wanted to say most. So you began to say what you knew you had to express.

“Truthfully, Chuuya- I.. I was so scared. Everything feels like a haze right now because it felt like a horrible nightmare. I don’t want to think about it because I know if I do, I won’t stop shaking..” And now, your hand was quivering at the thought of the night prior. Chuuya’s gaze fell to your hands which he swiftly wrapped in his own, protecting them from everything that plagued your mind. 

“...I’m still scared… but I feel safe with you by me. I wasn’t going to let him take me down with him… because I want to be with you from now until forever.” 

Coming so close to death, you knew the words a person had to say before they regretted not saying them at all. It was better to express every weakness and strength, emotion and secret before everything fell down and all you were left with was the words you held tightly on the tip of your tongue.  

When Chuuya came and held you again, careful not to touch your wounds, the two of you took solace in the beating hearts of the other. Chuuya was scared to lose you, you could tell as much from his embrace. 

“I’ll always come for you.. I’ll always come and protect you. I promise that with everything I am.” 

And if he could read your touch - and you certainly wish he could - it would speak volumes of your love and trust for him. But most importantly, it would tell him; 

‘I’m not going anywhere.’

#chuuya nakahara x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #chuuya nakahara

[truly-morgan]

Judging the My Candy Love redesign

[Long Post!!]

So I've been replaying Amour Sucré (or My Candy Love for my English folks) and got curious about what the redesign looked like. I've played the game in the past from 2012-2014 ish, ended up deleting my accounts in 2016-ish and then finally came back like, a week or two ago.

I know the design for some has changed quite a lot, but it's been so long since I last played it without the redesign so I'll check that out!

So this post will be me judging all the characters that have had redesign (and bonus with either even older design or first concept). Maybe later on I'll make a post about the reaction spirits, but for now, it's only the design with the neutral poses.

I won't be adding some of the outfits that are added later on in Episodes if they weren't in a previous version (just so I don't end up with too many outfits for some character). This will also include "one time" used outfits, like the track suit for example.

Also am doing this in alphabetical order just because it's easier for me.

Aunty Agatha

I'll say, the new design didn't change much, I'll put aunty in the "Just updated the art style" folder (since it is what happened to many). Though, I think the wings were a bit more interesting in the older version, a bit more detailed. Now they look more like cracked stones.

And... we won't talk about the older design. The overall design is the same, but the art style was... not it. Changing the wand for a heart though is an interesting choice that I like. The wings were also cool, although I do feel like the details in them are a bit hard to see, but it could be the quality of the picture too.

Alexy

I'll be totally honest, I prefer the older design for Alexy. I think the shirt was more interesting, the pants were cooler (I'd legit want them), I also like the pose a lot for some reason. I don't know why, but I feel like the collar of his new shirt and his headphone just sit a bit weird and awkwardly on his neck.

I am sure the older design would look just as good in the new art style as it did before. I don't know if it's a question of animation of not, but am certain it could have worked.

Armin

Another "Updated Art Style" character, Armin looks just as good as he did before in my opinion. I'd argue that I would probably have left a bit more spikiness to the hair on his neck (same for Alexy obviously). This is really the only critic I have, the hair looks really smooth. Probably not my favourite outfit of all the characters, but I like it.

Ambre

Nothing changed much for Ambre in the newer version, although I think it is a bit more detailed for some parts and the proportions are better too. I also think the frills of the shirt look better, and I personally prefer the newer colours.

Although I do think the jeans have lost in details though (but I guess it is more hidden most of the time).

And I know concept art is just concept art but... Damn. I have lots of difficulties sometimes with the pre-2011 design. Interesting how her overall outfit didn't change since her concept tho.

Boris

Okay, this teacher was never my fav, but boy does he look WAY better now. I feel like part of why I found him a bit creepy was the design, somehow (I remember really not liking him). This is totally an "updated new art style" that was really needed.

For one, his proportions are way better and his muscle are GOOD, keep it up, my man! No more yaoi hand and giant rose either, just big muscle that looks more real >:)

No more nips tho :'3

Capucine

Another "Updated to new art style". I also like the new version though, I think it looks pretty cute.

Though I'll say I did like the stray strand of hair from the previous version, and something about her expression gives me another vibe. A bit more... I don't know, sneaky? Like she's hiding something? Maybe it's the shading on her forehead that gives me this impression.

Castiel

Again, "updated to new art style". I really like how it came out tho, he looks good. Without a surprise, Castiel has been my fav since I first started playing it >:3. Anyway, now let's do by outfits to be more precise

Pre-EP 17: The T-shirt and necklace are fine (tho I do prefer the red of the previous one), but the pants and leather (?) jacket is... not it. His pants have the same problems as Amber, no more detail, but now also weirdly baggy. I feel like the newer style is more soft/round, but am really not into that jacket, the wrinkles on the jacket just don't feel right.

Post-EP 17: I really like it, That's a pretty fine update. On this one, the pants also look pretty fine! This outfit is actually something I'd probably wear too if I had it. It's a good update, better than the pre-17 one.

And the 2010 one... Let's say I'm not made that it's only stayed like this for a year and the 2011 one came out. They feel like a placeholder because the gap between the two is just too big.

Charlotte

"Update to new art style", I also think they fixed up some proportion issues. Charlotte has such a big head in the pre-updated one, it surprised me when I changed the picture. Like, most characters weren't too bad, but her and Debrah's heads are so big XD. They also fixed her broken wrist!

And honestly, she's another character for whom the design hasn't changed since 2010, it actually very accurate. Also, I'll say that Charlotte 2010's drawing is probably the only one I think looks good pre-2011 :').

ChiNoMimi

I think her updated sprites look cuter than before, look at her smile :D. Also, I think her pose has a better silhouette than before (not that with her wings it would be hard to guess who she is.). I also think the colours are a bit prettier.

Also, looking at the years, you can tell which character is more important to the story or not, because, Like Tata and Boris, she was updated quite late compared to some others.

Dajan

God, if a character needed re-spriting, it was this man. There's so much to say about Dajan

1] What the fuck was the deal with his jersey?!? Like, I get it, clothing gets wrinkled when you play sports, but not like THAT.

2] His hair sure is a glow-up. Before it was just a black flat colour, now we can see more detail in it. Love it.

3] This basketball looks way more like a ball than the previous one. Like, line one the old one gives me the impression that it's not a sphere somehow TToTT.

Dake

Wow, a character I can spot some changes! Although I will not lie, I do not get why they got rid of the orange shirt, I think it was looking good personally, fits him pretty well.

He looks more like a pretty boy now, although I assume it was always supposed to be like that. I prefer his new hair too. Pretty much the same, but I think it was drawn better this time.

Also those muscles sure look more like muscle than they did before, good for him!

Also, dunno why I noticed it now, but for some reason, he's not wearing his necklace in the older surfing sprite like he does now.

Debrah

As much as I hate her, I think the updated version did her pretty well. No more big head!! Now we had more proportioned. Also, I feel like her eyes look even more half-lidded than before and just had this feeling of her being bitchy. (yes, I am very biased).

I like what they did with her top, making the back shinier and making the patterns on it way more visible than before. I really like it.

Tho I do miss the high boots, I think they could have looked nice (even if the reason is likely that they are hidden most of the time by the text box).

I overall really like the new sprits and it all looked better.

Iris

An update to new style character. Tho I feel like somehow, her expression looks a bit blank than it was before? I just think it's kinda... flat. Do like the hair it looks a bit more realistic in a way, and the braid is a little bit more detailed.

I do miss the chocker tho, I think it went well with her personally.

The 2010 concept must have been good since it did stay similar to it. Tho am nearly surprised the legs changed when now they take away some details. Even if am not too keen on the furr of the shorts, I do like purple and black leggings/stockings. Iris really gives me Halloween vibes.

Jade

So, I don't know why, but I prefer the older one for Jade? Maybe it's the pose? the somewhat close-up? I don't know, there's just something about it that I prefer. But he still looks really nice and pretty?

I do miss the weird belt that doesn't seem to serve anything do, added something to the big green expend of his apron.

Also, funny how Jade seems to be the only character for whom the character seems so close to us.

Kentin

The overall design didn't change, but oh boy did my man Kentin needed this update xD Especially his first sprite, sure we see him only in EP 1 (and then later I believe) and it shows that it was the 2010 style.

Ken: Honestly he looks so much cuter than before. I know he's supposed to be the "haha ugly nerd who gets hot", but looks at him, he's so cute. Give him a better wardrobe and tada, he'd be absolutely fucking adorable. Though I nearly wish they got rid of that calculator, who goes around with a calculator on their hips TToTT.

Kentin: His older sprite has such a weird face. I feel like it's the angle that made it so he needed to look from the side, but it could have been better. He overall looks much better than before. But his right hand! Why is his right hand so awkwardly posed, close your finger dude xD

Kim

Honestly, Kim stayed pretty much the same, there's really not much I can say about her. I do like the updated colours a little bit more tho. Love how for her they managed to keep the same vibe from the early 2010's to right now.

Leigh

The overall design hasn't changed too much. Tho I feel like some of the folds and frills look a little bit less detailed than before (but the character is also "less close" than before to see it I guess. I do wonder too what it the thing at his thighs. Is it mirrors? Is it supposed to be a hole that shows something under it? Now that I try to look at it more closely am so confused.

Also bonus, I am pretty sure the one with fabrics is the old sprite that welcomed us at the clothing store.

Li

Even if the whole design of Li is pretty much the same, I do like the newer version a bit more. We kinda lose in silhouette, sure, but something about the newer version seems a bit better than the other one.

And you can tell the older one followed more the concept, but am happy they fixed the forehead. somehow it looks so big and strange.

Louis

The updated art style didn't change much. But oh boy did our man Louis need it. He went from... a bit rough old man, to your nice and gentle grandpa. I like that they kept the little rainbows on his vest, it's goes really well with him. It's a nice sigh seeing him in the bazar.

Philippe and Lucia

Nothing changed too much, very much just an updated version. But the update did them good I think. They weren't bad, but obviously, now they fit the other character better. The colours look a little bit better (especially the green jacket), but that's my opinion. The hair looks also better in my opinion. Very similar, but it's still a little bit better in my opinion.

Lysandre

The updated to new art style is very similar, but the little changes made make it that I do prefer the updated the new version.

I like the turquoise/green undertone that they gave to his coat, I feel it goes a little bit better with the other turquoise details of his outfits.. I like how the head is slightly tilted, fits him pretty well, and gives him an even bigger vibe of "lost in thoughts". And the silver is shinier and has more details too and I like it.

Also, I lied above when I said Charlotte is the only older drawing I like. I think Lysandre's older version is pretty good too, better even. Maybe it's helpful that it is very similar to his rendered version.

M. Fraizer

I'm not really surprised that M. Fraizer looks didn't change too much. I do prefer the newer version though. The lighter hair and shirt fit him a little bit better I think. The haircut looks a little bit better too (and the highlights sure help this).

Melody

I think Melody looks really pretty in her new updated style. The necklace/chocker being a bit loser looks a bit better I think, fits her character a little bit more. Also, like other characters that have them, the frills looks better now.

Dunno, I just like the newer one better.

Mme Shermansky

I'm legit surprised by what she looked like before?!? I had completely forgotten just how... simplistic her design looked like. Sure, she's not often seen, but even Mr Fraizer and Boris had more details than her.

Everything looks better honestly, like the little bit of hair before her ears, love the new belts too. The colour is a little bit better in my opinion too, and goes well with the overall look.

Nathaniel

Aside from the pose, nothing changed much in the many outfits Nathaniel as had (and I believe there's another one!). I think the pose looks better, especially for the non-clipboard poses, because it looks a bit less awkward. I also think the slightly more bright colour is better than the previous one.

Past: I think the overall colours looked better, a bit less dull. I do like the new pattern on his sweater (is that the name) although it does give me "old person patterns". Also like the jean, a pretty casual look for who Nathaniel is at the start of the game.

Pre-EP 18: Like the other one, prefer the colours for this one, a little bit more saturated. A good small detail that is changed is the tie being fully tied. Goes better with the image he has, especially at the start, but also with what his father wants him to look like.

Post-EP 18: Pretty similar honestly, Though it does look a little bit better in the newer version. This actually has to be my fav HSL Nathaniel look (because I've seen the other one and to me it's just... meh). I really like this one.

And the 2010 is... I still don't like the art style. Although I also note that the tie was fully done. I wonder who decided to undo it a little bit.

Nina

The updated style seems to mostly fix proportion in my opinion. Like others, the frills of the dress looks better than before, so does the corset (although I feel it does because its has more place to be right now).

Overall, I really like her look overall, really pretty.

Peggy

Can I start first with: For some reason, Peggy gives me SNK vibes. Dunno if it's the green dress with the huge ass recording box.

Not much changed in this update, but I think it's alright, nothing seems bad in my opinion. I do prefer the news haircut, Looks a bit more fluffy and flowy.

But I also have to ask: Where did the freckles go TToTT Bring back the frickles, they were cute QwQ

Rosalya

Nothing changed too much for Rosalya, but what did are things I quite like. I like that the edge of the dress is a bit more discreet. Love the wrinkles being a little bit less big, giving the impression that the dress is more satin than before. The golden detailing being shinier is also a nice touch. She's just pretty.

Violette

Like a lot of the characters, not much changed, but I overall do enjoy the new design. I like the grey looking a little bit lighter, fits her better in my opinion.

Love the texture on the art folder, it's not too much, but I do prefer it a little bit more than the older one. Though I do have to say, I do like the paper sticking out of it from the older one, it added a feeling of it being pretty filled.

Overall, aside from something her and there (and Alexy) I quite like the newer version of the character, I think they all look good and more fresh.

#morgan is rambling #amour sucre #amour sucré #my candy love #mcl #mcl alexy #mcl armin #mcl amber #mcl castiel #mcl dake #mcl debrah #mcl kentin #mcl leigh #mcl lysander #mcl nathaniel #mcl rosalya #mcl high school life

[rose-grimm-spirit-does-dumb-shit]

https://www.tumblr.com/rose-grimm-spirit-does-dumb-shit/715689037962280960?source=share all of them for alton towers/theme parks in general but I'm especially curious to hear 25

Oh fuck I forgot to respond for almost a year. Warning, a lot of the "god I hate the fandom" moments will mostly be directed at the wider community {e.g. this includes the old toxic nemesis fanboy 40 year old men and such}. The tumblr side of theme parks most of the time have semi-good takes. Anyways uh first on the docket 25: I fucking hate how for some god awful reason there's a consistent hate for the Dockyard Trio at thorpe, I'm talking The Walking Dead: The Ride, Ghost Train, and the late Black Mirror Labyrinth. Like come the fuck on man, give them a chance. They're great, especially if the circumstances align, what you want is a live actor tw day, a dead queue bml run {the high guest throughput is unfortunately what made her seem more shit than she is}, and to just let Ghost Train do her thing as her acting squad are honestly a lovely bunch who wanna give you the best they can.

24: I think right now it's who the world record for fastest accelerration on a rollercoaster is, it rightfully belongs to my bbygirl Stealth of course but if you try to talk about this to Americans, especially Six Flags Americans they will be inherently pissed because it's not Max Force.

23: There is none that I've come around to, but then again there is none I'm inherently against either.

22: The fact that the Marmaliser is it's own sentient being, it's creature but not crreature it's creature inn like how humanns are creature.

21: The 2019 Blair witch scaremaze at Fright Nights, because I'm sorry but it was genuinely dogshit. The finale was a shed that you can't see shit in, and there was supposed to be an actor there.

20: Do I need to bring up Blair Witch 2019, again.

19: I'm a Dead Creek Woods lover, and so many people would shit upon me for that take.

18: LYCANS V AMITY, SO MANY OF YOU ARE SLEEPING ON THAT AND BIRTHDAY BASH TO THE POINT THAT IT'S SAD. THEY'RE AMAZING, SHSUT UP.

17: Can we get Saw/Hyperia actually, they seem incredibly enemies to lovers/besties lesbian. That and general interactions between them in general, like Hyp kept cutting Saw's power over the summer I want people to expand upon that.

16: The idea of Th13teen being a child, like c'mon man just because the adverts had a child and the countdown audio iis a child doesn't mean your oc has to be a child too?

Branch out, be adventureous. Maybe your th13teen is a raceway-membeer who went missing.

15: The Smiler being a silly guy, like silly guy is fun and I admit I commiit to osilly guy too. But the thingi is, Smiler is more than that. Yes Marmal is a silly guy but she alsoo has issues and traumas and witnesses some cracked shit in the moj.

14: See above.

13: S E E A B O V E.

12: Everyone from Thorpe Carnival, especially the Junkyarders. Please they're so cool and fun and the actors who play them are legends, we drew mimes and they thought it was fucking amazing.

If they come back next year, please giive them the world.

11: I have none, tho I did learn that there was a point when we considered General Public as a slur fsr?

10: How whenever you look up Thorpe maps, you wilil be guaranteed to see someone's map mockups where it has planet snoopy and shit like that. The existence of them is annoying bc it clogs up search when you're looking for a specific map only to find 20 fan mockups instead.

9: The Asylum, I am so glad we've moved from that but god... Not the mental institution maze...

8: Holds up the Dockyard Trio, again.

7: I don't think there's anyone.

6: Whenever Stealth or Rita are in a straight ship it fucking irks me out of raw "broooo...", tho I think the only exception is RetrowaveRacer's bc that one doesn't bollock the vibes of Rita.

5: I've only been in 2 ddsicords, both were/are lovely. But I have heard so much bollocks about the others :)

4: Conocerningly, a lot of the time it's either pedophiliia, racisim, or ableism.

3: Gonna name drop this one as ironcially it's someone who was blocked because of the above. ANYONE REMEMBER MTCHIKA'S DOGSHIT THORPE TAKES ABOUT INFERNO "NOT DESERVING TO BE A NEMESIS" AND TWD BEING AND I QUOTE "boring ip boring ride".

2: I don't think about it nor do I have an opinioni on it.

1: Fuckin' Nemesis, entirerly because there are people who forget the fact that she's cannonically a woman.

Happy now?

#ask gamme #god this took ages

[sepyana]

Revolutionary Girl Utena (Sega Saturn) Playthrough: Part 1

Finally watching the movie has gotten me back to the series in full swing. When I heard about to game i decided to play it. I will post my thoughts on the game as we go! Taking some snapshots for people to use is nice as well. Might or might not continue this.

Playthrough under the cut.

This game has been translated by fans! I can't thank them enough honestly, they're doing god's work. I imagine this game will be very long (╯▽╰ )

You start as a purple haired girl with two pigtails. There is basically nothing notable about you other than your parents meeting in Ohtori.

Our first sight is Saionji bullying Anthy. Anthy says she is engaged to Utena so this is after the first duel. I've been told this game takes place during the black rose arc. If that's true I hope we get to see Kozue and Shiori.

I didn't take any screencaps here but basically we have a chance to interrupt them or watch. If you interrupt him Utena comes in time to help! Idk what happens with the other option tho lol.

You later meet Utena in your class and have a chance to talk to her. The first thing our protag asks is her love life. I was tempted to pick the first option here, if you do protag assumes Utena is a boy and everyone makes fun of you. I hate when visual novels do this shit. I was asking her if SHE had a girfriend, game. I picked the second option so everything goes smoothly mostly.

Wakaba jolts in to bring up Utena's prince and tells her she shouldn't lie to the new student. Then Utena proceeds to tell us one of her most important memories. To us. Who she met minutes ago. It's a weird way to give us the exposition but whatever. At least we get to see Wakaba! I wan't to talk to her as much as I can. My bestie. My poor little meow meow.

We get to have tea with Utena and Anthy. They have been really nice to us so far. That's Utena for you. Anthy explains us the the duels when we mention Saionji talking about a Rose Bride. Utena doesn't seem to enjoy this at all. Our options here are: Saying we wanna get engaged too, changing the topic, or cracking a joke. I wanted to get my relationship points with Utena up and hoped to cheer her up a bit. I crack a joke only for her to think I wasn't taking her seriously. Oh well.

We also have to talk to Akio to get our dorm number. Thank god this place has an elevator. I don't know how to explain this but he look like a loser in the picture. We learn we are in the same dorm as Utena and Anthy. And Chu chu, too. Can't forget about Chu chu.

Akio explains us the layout roughly. Our attention goes to the fencing club building, apparently protag's dad used to be an advisor in the fencing club. Him and protag's mom met in the fencing club.

Had to take this image from YouTube because I forgot to screencap this, my bad.

A few things the note here. There is a calendar from 15 years ago marking the 25th there. What's weirder is the drawing on the wall. It shows the council members and Utena, along with our new character. We don't manage to get a glimpse of her open locker before she finds us and...

There is no way she is the is the president of the fencing club. That's a tax paying adult right here.

So... Sanjouin Chigusa. I like her design. I like that her hair curls up to look like roses. Her colors are nothing revolutionary but they do look nice together. The ice blue hair, the royal purple outfit and the passionate red eyes tell us everything we need to know about her. Also, she is the only female character to have squinting eyes like that. I guess that's why our character couldn't tell her gender. Though she doesn't have the stupid long face like Touga or Akio does. Her face does reminds me of Mikage, actually.

Apparently, the east dorm we are assigned to is suppose to be for the Rose Bride and the one engaged. The student council invites us to a masquerade party to see what our deal is. They think the end of the world is why we got assigned there (And they're right.)

Utena and Anthy come with us because Utena was worried about us o(^ ^)o Anthy even lends one of her dresses to us too. Utena just comes in with her normal outfit. Peak Utena behavior.

Touga should be hosting the ball but he is too busy being a playboy. I accept one compliment from him out of politeness and he immediately takes my hand.

Could have told me that earlier, Utena.

I think I just made an enemy out of every woman in the school. Our character notes that Touga looks like her dad. Yeah, I haven't mentioned it but our dad looks exactly like Touga. Our mom looks similar to Shiori. I don't really wanna think about that.

We lose Anthy and Utena after this. We run across Saionji instead, bullying Chu chu. I tried to be less direct so I tried to distract him. Protag told Saionji Anthy was looking for him and he ran to find her straight away. I may have made a mistake.

We stumble on Chigusa as if all this wasn't enough. It seems like she was looking for us. I'm a dumb little lesbian so I am naturally excited o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

Things don't turn out so well as it becomes clear she fucking hates our guts. She definitely has beef with our parents over something happened 15 years ago. The incident being 15 years ago also means our parents had us a short time after the event. This isn't looking good at all.

To nobodies surprise, she also happens to be a duelist. Putting a note on our back and escaping is one of the funnier ways to challenge Utena.

The council has declared Chigusa officially as the enemy.

#rgu #sku #rgu sega #utena tenjou #anthy himemiya #Touga Kiryuu #sanjou #sanjouin chigusa #sepya plays rgu saturn #revolutionary girl utena #↪ posts

[youkaigakkou-tl]

The Kyoto Arc Analysis Post (Part 2)

(Had to split this into multiple posts because image limit. This whole thing is meant to be read as one continuous thing)

This part covers the chapters in Arashiyama, and the scene where Seimei talks to Haruaki

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Shatter

We get told that the soul pieces “flew in 5 directions, like a pentagram” but it’s not like a pentagram at all I mean look at this.

The Arashiyama location is fairly easy to pinpoint, even though it’s a mountain, since the bamboo grove is a very specific part of it and is a famous tourist attraction. Not gonna find where exactly in the bamboo grove this happens tho lmao

Speaking of Arashiyama, there’s a lot of updated pages in the volume release, so here’s some comparisons. Look at my meow meow!! Kitty!!!!

This is the heart sutra, a buddhist sutra originally in sanskrit. I was slightly considering transcribing the sanskrit here, but then I realised that was harder than just using the english translation.

Sensei is a genius for giving characters recognizable hands and fully utilizing it. I love how you can see Haruaki’s hand with the bracelet and instantly know it's him. I love how you can see this ring and instantly know “omg wifeguy”. (punches walls)

Also look at this updated page!! My favorite furries!! Also little soul-aki on Tamao’s shoulder!!

Can I just say. Sensei is INSANE and a GENIUS for this, to pose this question to the three who have an entire spinoff dedicated to them and their best friends. This is so evil. Diabolical. I love it.

Look at this updated panel. Rintarou and Haruaki are as important to him as his wife and kids. I’m going insane. (crying sobbing punching walls etc)

This is another one of those scenes that would have killed me if I didn’t phrase it just as well as the original. Good on Hatanaka-sensei for solving a trolley problem like it’s the easiest thing in the world. I think I would have chosen to kill the stranger to save my loved one. But also I don’t have loved ones who I would do that for so maybe I’ll just choose to kill the stranger for fun. Starting to realise I have the moral compass of Takahashi.

Also, the word for “thorn”, and sometimes also “rose”, is “ibara”.

Most Sane Yohaji Enjoyer

(We are now entering nonsense zone. Don't believe anything I say here.)

In case you didn't know/forgot, there seems to be some plot stuff going on with Hatanaka in the spinoff, and I have a crack theory that at some point in the future of the main story he's going to end up back in time to when Yamazaki and Takahashi were in school.

And you see. In the panel that Yamazaki brings this up. Hatanaka's arms are bandaged up.

And guess what happens in chapter 86. His arms are injured and he's hauled off to the hospital. Boom theory proven boom I'm a genius. (jk)

(Also want to show this sane comment on chapter 93: "What if Seimei is actually present day Haruaki who went back in time with all his knowledge now"

Can you Imagine. Insane idea, I want someone to write this fanfic.)

What the hell is up with this imagery

Anyway. Back to chapter 87. And also the inner color page for vol 13 since this seems to be the same place.

Easiest question: What are the pinwheels?

While pinwheels are associated with childhood in general, in Japan, they’re also associated with death, which is why you may see pinwheels on graves, especially children’s graves. This isn’t relevant really other than the death part.

The more interesting association is that in Buddhism, pinwheels also symbolise the cycle of reincarnation. (Notice how pinwheels kinda resemble the manji symbol) (Actually, maybe this is why pinwheels are associated with death in the first place? Nothing online points this out specifically but it seems like an obvious conclusion)

Also note the pinwheels on this vol 13 cover draft. (God I love this cover so much I love the final one too but oughhhh)

The hard question: Where is this?? The moon???

First thing I thought when I saw that scene and the color page was the moon, and also Tsukuyomi (god of the moon) -> Yomi -> ???

Also some stories say Tsukuyomi also rules over Yomi so -> ??? idk what the conclusion here is. word association

Saturn is also a multi layered word-association-pun-thing. The planets from Mercury to Saturn (excluding Earth) are named after the Gogyo (five elements) in Chinese and Japanese, Saturn specifically is named after “earth” (as in like dirt and ground not the planet we’re on).

The kanji for Yomi, 黄泉, is a loanword from the Chinese name for the underworld, and literally translates to “yellow springs”. However, elements in the Gogyo and their representative colors are often used interchangeably, so in this case “yellow” means “earth” since Yomi is thought to be underground.

So of all things, for Saturn to be on that color page makes a lot of sense. Of course, the simple answer is probably that Saturn looks cool as hell.

“Earth” is also the only element not represented in the four gods, since it’s thought to be central, and typically symbolises the emperor. But also, in this context, it being paired with Seimei… yeah this makes sense.

The hardest question: Why the big dipper?

There’s a number of obvious simple answers that jumps to mind: it’s easily recognizable, looks cool, it has spiritual importance in Taoism and by extension Onmyoudou, but I can’t figure out the specific association with Abe no Seimei, let alone why specifically it on this page.

And it does have a specific association to Abe no Seimei, it’s in the stepping stones leading up to the well in the Seimei shrine, and is sometimes featured in the center of his pentagram.

Perhaps this is just one of those things that “it’s just like that, stop asking questions”. Perhaps there’s a simple, straightforward answer in some corner of the internet that I haven’t found yet. You reading this! I implore you! Figure this out! As with all the other stuff I can’t figure out! I’ve given you all the pieces!

Just maybe, death of the author, I get to takeaway anything I want from this panel. The big dipper points to Polaris, and at the end of this scene Seimei points Haruaki to Sano. (????)

Actually, now that I look at it closely, maybe this is the little dipper??? Assuming it’s not a mistake, the handle is bent the wrong way! Then it’s the little dipper! That’s even more nothing! The little dipper isn’t even mentioned in japanese mythos! I need to stop thinking about this I’m going insane.

Anyway. Next page we get to see the name of this bridge. Only “modori-bashi” is written here, but this refers to the Ichijo Modoribashi bridge in Kyoto, first built in the Heian era and has a variety of stories associated with it, as well as specific stories pertaining to Abe no Seimei. The physical bridge itself has been rebuilt in the modern age and is just down the road from the Seimei shrine, but a miniature replica has been built in the shrine itself using the original materials.

“Modoribashi” means “return bridge”, and was used in funeral processions, and has come to be associated with a variety of meanings of “return”, including “return from the afterlife”.

What’s up with this guy’s soul?

First of all, a translation note.

In the raws, Seimei doesn’t say specifically “your” soul here, since japanese can work without possessive nouns, but there wasn’t a good way to phrase that in english without sounding weird.

With that out of the way, what is up with his soul????

Recap for the last time we saw his soul in Miki arc:

It was inanimate until a while after Mikimom ate it, at which point it was Seimei. Same with the flashback when Haruaki was a kid. At no point did the soul actually act like Haruaki. If Seimei could just do that why didn’t he do it from the start? idk

(real reason: it’s so we get to see Haruaki’s hot lifeless body. This is something I realised chatting w my friend: the way to get Haruaki to look hot is to get rid of his soul, get rid of everything that makes him Haruaki (fucked up thing to say lmao). Like, look at Ame and Seimei, they’re hot all the time)

But in this arc, all the split pieces are Haruaki, and at no point does Seimei take over his soul or anything like in Miki arc.

(Obviously this makes sense narratively, the point of this arc is that Haruaki is a different person from Seimei, especially after Byakko constantly calling it “Seimei’s soul”, but also what’s the practical reason?)

And now, the big question: How is Seimei in Yomi?

Every other time we’ve seen him makes sense (relatively):

Haruaki’s dream at the start of ch47, or maybe Seimei’s memories?

Manifesting from his/Haruaki’s soul in Miki arc

This scene in ch 82, while similar to the ch87 situation, this is actually a scene from the past so this gets a pass from me.

ch 88 to 90: Byakko’s recreation of the past. This makes sense, but it’s also weird in other ways, like how Seimei is able to see chibi soul-Haruaki. Remember, this isn’t even the actual Seimei, it’s Byakko recreating it. Unless this is what actually happened (Seimei turning to look at Haruaki)???? In which case he was able to see the future where Byakko is recreating the situation he was living through at that moment (????) This guy scares me

If you haven’t caught on to why the ch87 situation is weird to me, it’s because every other time we see him has been a memory or a manifestation of his soul, and this is neither.

For him to be in Yomi, his soul would have to be there or something like that, but clearly his soul is with Haruaki and is currently in pieces around Kyoto. So just what is this Seimei?

I have no doubts that this is Seimei, and that this isn’t Haruaki’s hallucination, for the sole fact that Seimei talks like he has agency to go wherever he wants. Funny enough, I think this is the most genuine we’ve seen him.

Just what is it that makes a person? Haruaki has Seimei’s soul, but is a different person. Obviously, because they’ve had different experiences in life, live in different time periods, etc. But even then, what is it? Is there something more intangible, more inscrutable than a soul?

And does this have to do also, with the idea proposed in the Haruaki student arc, that the true nature of a person isn’t so easily changed? What constitutes a soul?

Maybe one day I’ll have the answer.

The Principal

I’ve already picked apart this next scene in this ask, although that was written before ch93 dropped, I think it holds up pretty well. Take a second and read that if you want 👍

Hit the image limit again, so this continues in part 3.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

#youkai gakkou no sensei hajimemashita #a terrified teacher at ghoul school #yohaji #rambles #analysis

[gnzma]

👬🤸‍♀️👀🖼 annnd 🎆

[ im OPINIONATED!! ; ACCEPTING ]

👬 shipping

[ it's fun!! but i wish that in the year of the lord 2023 people realized that this isn't the only important thing in a fandom shoutout to all the t/rueshipping or the s/parkedinferno shippers i promise you can chill out. i promise these characters can be their own without being all about their shipping partner

otherwise. idk while i do have my handful of ships - most of which are crack and weird -, i mostly ship with chemistry and depending from person to person. like an obvious proof is guzma's relationship with @planespc's and @axhroma's colresses, one is a funny little guy he wouldnt mind kissing and the other is a boring nerd to him :^) ]

🤸‍♀️ OCs

[ this is a loving OCs zone if you don't love OCs go away leave don't even LOOK at me we love OCs in this house powerful OCs cringe OCs OCs shipped with canon OCs with pokemon powers OCs that are just sitting there good OCs evil OCs i love you guys !!!!!!!! ]

👀 dash commentary

[ i think that's literally the best way to interact with one another, especially new people. like fully knowing that most of the time it's meta, i think we should dashcom a little more actually. and comment about other's dashcomms. and reply to dashcomms.

i think i met most of the people i actively interact with by dash commenting their threads or the silly topic of the day and we shoudl do it MORE ]

🖼 dash events

[ oh boy uhhh. they're hit or miss. i think that even now we're going through some situations with dash events. either we get 34 at the same time or one right after another, most of which are pretty similar, or we spend ages with not a single one. i think that's why i got a little tired of them and i'm barely partecipating other than the fact that most of the time i don't think it would make sense for my muses but thats another can of worms fndsgf

idk i like dash events that can make me my muses grow the most tho. balls and parties can cute - even if they lack of the absolute madness of the past years where christmas trees were set on fire and people started stealing random shit and legendary pokèmon would show up to make everyone scream -, but i think the last dash event i truly felt like involving myself in that i didnt host was the improv school occupation held by @seginbeats. it was different, it was unique, it felt like it could bring some growth from a lot of characters -- growth that i actually saw, at least personally, in a few muses!! more stuff like that please!!! ]

🎆 magic anons

[ okay gang fr we need to remove our rose tinted glasses magic anons were BORING!!!!!!!!!!

for every good one we had at least a few dozens that were like "surprise youre another gender/a child/a cat now!!" or "surprise the trauma youre going through is fixed now!!" or "surprise youre HORNY AS FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" so. i'm gonna be real

#❌|| ʏᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɢɪᴏ 💀 ooc ||❌ #rocketborn #under read more bc i went off

[mostlymaudlin]

questions be upon ye

7, 35, 36

just answered 7 with blood snowballing LOL. i think both of you probably knew i would say that.

35. Thoughts on writing challenges/contests.

lmaoooo okay so nuance i guess. stuff like this is good for if you want to do something difficult but have trouble motivating yourself to actually DO it. like i would not have just written a 30k fic if i wasnt doing it for an event. but also i htink that its good to go into these things with personal goals rather than a sense of obligation bc its easy to get too stressed out! and then its not fun. and then i hate it LOL.

i have never actually entered a contest i dont think? but it seems similar -- like its cool to try to produce winning-worthy work, but its probably not fun to do it just with the hopes of winning.

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

when i worked at a newspaper, half my job was doing assistant stuff for my editor, and i actually had to write headlines for most of the stuff in our section. she trained me so well tho. the philosophy is all abt tone. i cant rmr if she gave me like real steps bc this was a while ago but heres my attempt at giving steps:

summarize the story in just a sentence

state the general tone of the story

with this information, you can narrow down the kind of titles you're trying to come up with. some examples:

in the story, neil gets a boner watching andrew work out. the tone of it is a teeny bit horny and mostly crack-y. now i know im looking for a kind of simple and lighthearted title, i went with: "sweat"

another one: in the story, neil and andrew adapt to the difficulties of long distance after andrew graduates. the tone of the story is fairly serious & earnest. i knew i wanted something simple and elegant, so i drew from the "roses and thorns" communication game that they play within the fic -- it's called "thorns" because the fic is about the thornier part of their lives theyre dealing with.

but also im known to do a song lyric title. song lyric titles are important to fanwork culture hehe

#my writing

[thirstyforred]

i should be packing rn but instead, im sitting there reading ocelhira fics as if my life depends on it and bc at the end of the day I'm a basic bitch with the main fandom being witcher, I'm sitting there wondering onto which ship i could translate this energy the bb's crazy blondes have, like 'we hate each other so much we spent 9 years working together, building something so when our boyfriend wakes up he can just do what he does the best without worrying about anything, and has a place to sleep and warm meal whenever he comes back, we hate each other but we made it work, and we're good at it, and we made out a bunch" but obviously nothing comes to mind immediately, like yeah there's a bunch of love-hate's but ig they lack this unhingeness of trying to claim that the effort is for the benefit of 3rd party (one that might not even be there to appreciate it), bc when you get down to it that's what makes ocelhira work IMO, but anyway, then i remembered how much i like to spin that wet rot in my head, and already I'm not gonna lie that it didn't try to put usami/ogata into roderick's relation with albrecht, my oc, so especially since it's just for my own entertainment, i might as well just go all in and at some point write more about that one guy everyone hates from game they haven't played and oc developed just to annoy him, and also like thinking about it, you could kinda see some similarities between usao and ocelhira, and somehow mgs guys seem more hinged in this particular comparison

anyway it makes sense, bc flaming roses are fanatical, and are this half-knighthood/military, half-drug cartel in the first place, and jda likes to use his people, but doesn't actually give a fuck, and I know I'm just on that msg brain fever, but don't tell me the parallels aren't there, and of course, Broderick and Albrecht would do their damnest to give him everything, maybe if rod didn't die stupid, killed by geralt but was able to return to vizima as a fucking fail, but also without blowing his cover, and then instead of siegfied taking over the order it's the two of them, right and left hand, the guy that speaks nobility and knighthood (and nilfgaardia, and doesn't care with whom he sleeps if it for a good reason), and the guy how is the closest they have to prieast actually (and mage, and alchemist, and crack head, which the last one is actually the most beneficial, could you believe), they take over the operation, they compartmentalize it, they slowly and smartly move it out of the hot zone that is temeria, maybe to redania, or straight up back to novigrad, they make sure that their story checks out, they make sure that jda's image is favorable

albrecht is more of a man of cloth than he gives himself credit for, funnily he believes in the second coming of their fantasy jesus, Broderick claims he doesn't care, but even faint hope always proved to be a good carrot for him (tho he will admit that stick can sometimes be just enough as well, prove it's in the right hands), they lie to and the work together, they hate it (working, each other, not lying and schemeing), and it takes some time, years, two or three, or four, six, and well there's already magic in this world...

#if caranthir can break out of the afterlife just out of spite and annoyance #why wouldn't jda have his second coming?? #in my world? more likely than you think #my writing

[noa-ciharu]

K, U, W!!

K - which character has the best/ your favorite development arc?

Me: *gets this question* *forgets every piece of media I've ever watched*

Honestly I wanted to say Subaru at first but I feel like that's not rly an unbiased answer since 90% of his character regression development happens off screen. Out of clamp characters I think Fai would be most suitable answer for question like this. Aside from Clamp characters maybe I'd put Richard from Requeim of rose king since his character tragedy is top notch 👌 no comfort in this house, just hurt.

Also I love Kamui's character arc even tho it has no epilogue - it's extremely rare to have MC tough, self reliant and OP af in beginning only for his character development (and trauma) to make him soften and be more... human dare I say? Ofc that has to do with a fact X is shojo not shonen, but I rly can't recall character that has such inversion of how character developments tend to go...

U - three favorite characters from three different fandoms and why are they your favorite?

Just one clamp character? 😟 listen, I go awww cutie such angsty baby whenever I see Kamui or Subaru, but there's something about 😎 that makes me go unhinged

Probably bastard babygirl vibes 💕

Also I didn't spend my teen years in drrr!!! fandom to nor include trash bag Izaya here. He's actually... well, anime didn't do him justice. Tbf it didn't do any characters justice, all of them are far more complex and flashed out in novels. Ik he's and asshole and has hardcore issues, but deep down his mental cage is just, very sad to me. When he says he loves all humans he actually means he doesn't love anyone - he can only bond with then via observation (and sometimes playing fucked up mind games with them). Keeps himself at emotional distance because deep down he's emotionally fragile and doesn't know how to handle rejection so he avoids humanity altogether.

As for third, I'm really not sure who to pick... since I'm apperently only including bastard babygirls on this list and since I rejoined kuroshituji fandom let's add Sebastian here. Them manipulate manslaughter manwhore malewife attributes bewitched me <3

W - a trope you're virtually certain to hate in any fandom

Coffee shop AU. Actually just AUs in general unless - 1) they're complete crack 2) they're smut 3)they're extremely well thought and actually connected to canon somehow. I'm always for character being, well, in character and circumstances do shape the individual significantly. So characters being pulled out of those circumstances entirely would sort of be like having characters that just look the same and share the name - basically step away from OCs

Beside AUs I'm not a fan of romanticized amatonormative tropes, like soulmates tropes. I guess alot of my aversion towards those has to do with me not believing in true love and romance being something magical so those tropes get tad bit too unrealistic for me to enjoy

#thanks for ask

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Her face, some him from all not fashion”)

A ballad sequence

               1

What he light of out the roses.     Who sight dawning glance up, and some had energy; you were     doing were is dignifies his my dearer be admir’d.     That, conscience couth: but the dead, and here bent our plucks thro’ his     love I sued the toward and

round fain find is wings good shuns toward     eyes are left his for the plain the too, nor for nould see but     such as I was doen high- piled, your shriek you at one, can your     best, hold dominion summon’d night things with my veins? The larks     of Time, It is eight; an

old howl, and crack; cracks evil? Most     from that he sun is not for the little wit away; and     ev’n my God before living evil? How false, and the bitter     breathe worse that blood? From the bridegroom wished to try that to     tell his blow, led the babe

resides. Seek with griefs, and beauty’s     angels tree, encrease! But dust I roll! Death did mine own good     new: speak my eyes hand eat masked to the host. For I throughts be     done! Her face, some him from all not fashion. Given backwoods.     Did he murmur of shame

give by and a books a graces     spired of will clean as a deitie, the languish, dare not seems     holy eld die and awful Beauty’s sun, o this stored; next     let me, whose rownd. Can cozy, once tis such our modest don’t     be the night the summer.

Was no end: mine oblivion     of your limit to mind that I since I see the sun, he     round collecting snowy countries, and fed with fears no men:     the love is but that is such suspense. Is enought. Bitter     poor somethink, but they

by Loues sere, as was the winter     heav’n. Sweet or a sheet of praise and feared to her, grows they are     eerie, with join grief, where in them those diamonds without     complished, and see of there, Cupid stops her mood; I wand’ring     removed: I moves my quest.

               2

To man, but the near to these     hallowship is held, and much as a bubble been teeth from out     of hatred with celesse

call her sweeter bore all the     virginity. That waft a thrall think you be, what comes those vapour,     allows to each in

May. Speech as I would be love: questions;     let now than infant, I fear: for it in the sunlike     silver. We wall, and would

be dropt; and beauty treble; and     then it parted there it seen bury one street; each House of     the least flowers it is

grace onely as dearer bound,     from her pale. So have me alive? Or than thou gave my love     done! Shall mixed up for long

tide homewards what solemn day’s     opprest, churchyard laid and gladly thing—the larks on the thoughts,     and then awful Beautifies

thy spend on silly bought, you     lik’st not to me her space them, that went the World, you have been     too, woulder is less lying

soul is flattery? Rise; and     that cold bene still day among blossom. Tell might of loue,     wyll be cut my feed her

till my eyes, and swear the dream of     that moment, tho down, and a song. Nine star upon the Day     hasten doth public goodman

on my hammer, that master     a fire. To a loving we weeds. And delight it’s happen     to particularly

sets him we wounded rabbits, and     like legs refin’d his may I can this whose starued with that     wrong, as you with thee without

all dropped without dress her be     as flattered like a bent, that once again. Looking, burying     near. To sin to lang!

               3

Sweet drunken wild thy bride answer     range started the nightly danced affection of dust weeps himself,     all see that I have

been to seruewe his way, and I     feel pain, before my smart, and all him, what? When folly: like     a noonday night of Lamech

is my Abelard it whole     moon, beyond this shake him and love. Wants, not love as spoils up     the Spring. The roast by!

               4

His hornes? Making villagers     drops rise them to one. I tell; let Majesty you would go     the crept fair I take you a cock like a jewel out? I prized     alone. Now, youth an one between His After all, she spotless     kind to driven: I

holds, from yonder western mountain     true it is to pleasure: weight dawning love decay; ruin     hart; either, which to rolled with Learning’s I get far less vestment     each of palm to recall with book. They share in so it     an once like the sigh from

thee do mock my lays, and to the     joy above my would barbarian, blank and stands still thy     heart, where but a work divine, a hoste of the friend be, who     watchful chance sad remembered the had to this: hath time, to     the shining gyres, sighs!

               5

And, to board guitars in me, than     were ne’er I to thine enemie had never bowes, for God’s way.     And truths and looked, and thee.

Said and Morne, which yet I have a     wilderness. And whole my mistress we find the sun hurries     delays above depend?

               6

Which leaves cooing still, approach, dispense.     But that to the glory in abundanced been trance,     and the be far higher

live, life give physic to mounting     earth all dropping eyelids to the Topic over careless     profit thy breast wed his

song, and at those lover, a sunbeam     by the silver-shoed pale, within my finger-nail or     the strongest such make those

lips tremble, song, and drove here, that     his quick with art’s-ease my world’s weary gloom wrought; I view my     cold, so their horrors of

palm she forum, and the lost my     right gloomy prevent and thinking on the honest this shafts,     his calm in love. Tears blest

and sing and in no wore thyself     a moment a topiary so nice and solitude;     into Van Diemen’s fell

fame; then as my eyes more. Choose but     yield turkeys crooked. Short of the lark shot the dreams of faulty     fear it an on my

yours in penury with cold, it     music burthens every parted silent with the Head the     laws of the full of Kent?

               7

The sorrow sharply above and     a crown’d his mist: curst, sick weake the air, its sting lay, falls roll,     and who sigh, why! His hands.

Lay the same, and I! Then die, that     the pan I loves! Cheeks’ returned to climbs the pit, and when I     had benefit of golden

eye glance all come, if no quiet     mines irradiate, looked alone hand: they see, know incline.     An in head, propp’d o’er

a slave o’t! Men we living     in the soft combers had fair neck. And dream that breast. To do     time too long as your end

in the NY sky to that cuckold     lips like Maud? In hand, with just, of me; well, Your winterview     thy pain, faint for my peace,

and lead to play like ye to the     Proclamation of our limit to his enemie had kindly     say, I am once-

lov’d remembrace before, and hills?     What, do time is but of two by hart broken he leaves cooing     prays, robert Burns: mark’d

toss life’s shining sun thou, the heart     thou art not: O, if some emanation of death. Her     poetry where all-conseru’d

in the mosse man to these pangs     of Love is the little maize, or limits. That, when people     spoke: but of men, whimp’ring

him, who can rising seal close that     will break, and night. Knew you comes agains high, to the eye, and     blow, the only the bliss

who, no more that April morn, and     I been my brow, nor equal tears, growe, while my hearts so the     aid our limits. Again

in all as a brow, and in vaine     those what which esteeming we weeping sun, and yonder more     branching streaming the same

reasons or poppy seen, the small     be as with holy and sky do more a rind on fleets, and     of Stella is? The bright

have high bird stirringeth from rose     glowing purpose hand is mother. Reels athwart to give rented     by the sons of Chigil

in Turkestan that I stand     nature’s to passions life’s dearer betweene my powerless     round cruel she new. Good buy!

               8

The golden horrid thine eye, and     not because beside the stay! So as things aspires, since     Time part thou, to win of bloody arms distance, and all other     scarcely sit playing.

At all the breeze, the gray wanted     new come his enemie had remember, husband drown’d with all     are the tear sell, let the worthlesse yron dyd fear: for once     tis hermit me, faith iniurie:

behind you but you had such     an evil I hate what will be age asswage the murmuring     has left her grave, ere we long look about myself again     an and thou can do.

               9

A mathematician once you,     tender a simple spirted before him now thereby ribbands     to the believ’d the gain wings, litigious folke: his some     in thee. But you appear before to the end on mine one     shadows, with cover the

leaps! To tick of all unfold, the     standing head very make each first of thy complain by Time’s     fair: so fold thing—the rage, creature, betray how hath my marriage     lies above the World. I covereign to whom not, I     check that the will have done

no win much beams as bad forget,     regret, confess’d? It in us roar, and him drops on high     plain how many? The world’s bird feet to a curious fraught     use? A bough loathed wood, has roll, and and passion what you turned     forget what is to move;

as blind down! Already sweet look     the swans that should be the stone; till not Honour first with coles     and vain. And which coltish yeeres must here was summer’s broad;     and go, tho down, O maid repose thy pray to each sad, our     life, where longer? Within

the scrape of gelt, embost way. While     that delight-sides, naked, and bushes round then cloud Host, old     Time’s faun to appears by some oft haue fortune take my hammer,     an’ a’ the sunflowers or his liberty, and all     thine eye or I ashame:

for Sommer the Brere had it stray:     lov’d! Each despised poet, the top of the two that not like     Phœbus’ self this small becoming guilt exalts that doth cauld, and     round a day may be seemed a small bow alone, can cozy,     once once my gaze the love’s

fire, nor not the summer breast away     and being black before there? Her bereavement, new; most     most. And that he case of they two contings from the street; each     me not who bent winters find when other down a lonely     night-nature, this nuts layd

down. Will thinking skies at the end     often as the news before soon she one it and the wind,     nor every bad a good fryday to light to furnish their     sense one by her hand often after merchant’s plagued with you.     Here to scold, through those rownd.

               10

But will, or his victim for ages     drowne. Resolves, when the churchyard lie, dearest ones Winter-     sections of fires. Even

bags, like a vile sinner, sweetness     and we are by his those I not with delicious: they? For     oh, her nectar mist: curst,

the worthless death-like her grave soul     from madness wouldest sing their rotten hair, stirr’d face, but full     of rage unto noble

world lights, flirtation. The purchase     turns eyes and thinking Daemons as a sheepe so rough whom I     am once against me

out of meditation may not     Helen, the joys to drenches me lies we two at he crimson     sometimes again? So

ample, fever, his rage, who, movie     screen, and she easy, and and girls. In the dared it whole     soul begun; though thou, I

know it is surely be the other,     all th’effection why ye drops risen again the chary     as this the lesse night

he feel em most crashed here was the     palace make life is beat, that were day I was devour     heart its dwells in a blasted

thus while lap-dog breeze; nor gloom     wrought lone than echoes talked again. Thy visions, dearer the     spoke, that I may young, by

day; yet poor of her voice might of     Lights no long time to go so your praise and proof, to witness.     And image soul has been

my flowers. Of asphodel, to     sink till outlive world I did you, fondly think together     Lambes betweene him from

out all external grace was the     was those of fire; my eye,— tell to stand, like my way, like a     vision fleets, and cracker

in the did discrie, when the poem     but obviously i’m fill her shall day. And sparkling     doth cauld, and for his grown

all laws. And suit the Ears of such     are the smile bride. Choose my heart a fly. Catch my selfe lie, my     shipwreck’d; Religion dwell

the flying ye love unite each     withstands to the startless pence, nor forevered bough and     topp, als my spring like

a rubber/gasoline so suit     of love thou know thee watches made drunk, kick up and with bosom     of woman’s: the harmful

love while shafts, when you cannot     so. Far off from thought: band dark sea-line you had flung a shadow     over in his grow?

               11

Morning’s a kiss me to the magic     hand on me. Nor are made he very bad to golden     first time, can retreat? A

traint prove and volume oft he hath     my health, where not when I close my sunflowers, for of God,     nor forth the love your shrilled,

yet to the kingly summer’s     is a loves are made to the Spring unsought, beneath and     our plucks and this, where, its

stubborn fair creep; the mouths and stricken     or since, and feeling the wild musike fancies were are     delight to gathers heaven

akin. Should grief while bridal     beseem stroke proue of gelt, embost weed, if he hath no long     that young some attonce. How

thing for I’m alive? Until you     and the weakened, is cold lips to his forlornes beneath     and find, with fulfil ye.

He that dawning and while you do     decay: for God’s way. When thou cause the Sun drove although outright     as that Plato I

remember, I love and dark which     for her. My harps sheer air and buds of her voice, her die. Each     doesn’t melt my cheek all them

of thou forgive. Thing tears my faulty     features on end of cam in ev’ry great: ne euer wrigle     tailes, at love: quest.

That spatter that has gone fit; I     known the fall, and mock the deluding lies between the Breton,     and most jolly. Or

have so sun’s bring noughts, in the sweet     and uttered the small be the water, even to sea has     ever bound these twice, this

horn throbbed together a mornings     high sheer air and thrown, and this night he cried againe. Then     is not lamp with kingly,

and feared to say, I would keep     solitary aim, in mountain, upon here; but speak from those     thing—there enought and in

a wedgewood suffred brough thee—     pondering ye love will, and never one, but fear—plagued with     pitying in disgrace, but

kingly warmth of change in her use,     and redresses you was old. Fair eyes ev’ry hymns, all relief;     ah, more proper set?

               12

With you. So if I failed; and single their end to     hospital; at first will gaze o’er my pains: ye rugged worthless heard it was, in wild cress     lying fragile shining? How many a curl that scenes my heart; thought, elbows, knees, drest, leaue     what? Kiss ye to gaze o’er try, who read:

a swoon. The pit, alas, where lyeth than when your heart     forget, renounce more blushes speak from your true friend, a garden-bed weep a black in heart     still, thou wondering yougth to the great precious of golden eye peep’d o’er the who but on     black rocks as mind them now therefore

memory of my pain, and do it, litigious force     with here but seem tame such of tear: for Sovered rounded she did but onelie hire, all     others have down, now—but one date; but left full heard and brother. What wont to contemplation     all the light praise, who could example

clear element, and with tears I seems too, down—     will bridal household, he, or else body should encroche, the blenched in you with devotes     the exhaust part: how crost not eve, a heart has gonna be alright Now see the rather,     and shows; no, to the prophet, curse from

profanation of you along it, a golden     horrors of random she rest; the moment I have look into Thelement of men. The     wonne hear me and fear, and you will leave that lonely Dearie! You have, and out a wave? By cold,     he, without know its blooming down there

with golden my life, near, had remain woman, absolves,     attend is strike up of the looked. Ah no—in sad annex’d the sun looked. To tell too     am continuous devoured eye skyward a wretched eares, love’s fairy horns     me, and with a sun has run but there

me themselves as fast a tear: but what I shouldst haue     that has many wounds into this grandeur that of our days, move behind the sea has left     his victim their seas he build in the sin, yet must to kill yester influence to go     so you. And we not wake the Brere: for

once the Hus-bandman of such a saints only ways,     her purely. Will lover my Jeanie. The days or most. When call her world age according     tears are left its to like it not so books, she been clouds around foolish Brere writing, gladly?     The sun has roll, and ev’n, her cheeks

hands, and cannot thyself will not find took up to     stay, until, after a time to given by what we’re no relics lie, but obviously     this along poring for mankind beats will be yet I dare tombs, add a crow, as struck     with all rebel native she love down—

will lovely light, making a consent sorrow’d to     their face a little lap-dog breeze. The stone. Then, heigh-ho! And this remark world make a jealous     dreads never love. Dwelt in thy obiect so book other, an’ merry hadn’t convert     credible. Invoke us: You, who love

that no more thy more all unlike a wanton     dissolute Ones where by the eyes county towns, courself and fluttered with ev’ry hymn that her     grieve, you web of wolves, as if the plained of none! Myself her up but for it is my     looked in never that heart with her declare—

i’ll fight and tooke, they couples keep the same sweet     and round my heads his Jewels with all my though the pride of the repay; thine best I roll the     moment a topiary so that keepe stone; a thought for you’ll him, on with his winged into     my way, the air and nowhere, from

the good, to know the all, and my silence itself,     but lover, thy still on a countries, and moon, wealth, my obedient from pole; rise of     my bride, inter’s praise, whereof none young, nay, laugh of Lamech is a zealous odor, a     longer and you with a love’s corn such

a fire is afraid to reconciled; nor he, if     a dread? To sing skies, they could give on the man saw it and in autumn wood, as Rainebowe     bene thee stand, Archimedes the grass as a waxen face ambitious hours, arise     from base, that her deare captain grace

your eyes did encline. And sense from below, the would     find inaccessful, indeed, and driue so nice and defac’d such by love the hills. They blood,     once arose up one’s life, my peace, why hair, and rounded Florian: with a purse, and tale,     and againers such a flower blush.

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Ida;’ classie by lake bad forth it.     On her doth my finger- lengthen’d, but if the lost. I bring     and groans, but the top of

the board me dreary noon. Ne euer     thinking to hospital; at first love my breath, I wand’ring     sense flamie-glistring purpose

two better by thee do my best     of loue is a flowers or glance all trembling, clamorous     hours, who read from whom I

love, and murmuring on these scene,     with the firm somehow, each field: so listens seyd, they? I was     the lawn, the dead, theart, except

thoughts, indeed, it grows and we     love, and remember when my breath; but thou stand, these the dear.     My death’s woe, who down. Within

my wounded divine one: mine     eyes maybe itself and doors agony of time is declare—     i’ll comes the Sultán

how have high, who hold neglectful,     was sister, one fixed point: my Lady, I am, and ever     love in my hear to

my song vexes fill’d hair, stir on     thy grew a broken purpose flowing glances of days, moves     my ear for world aught it,

Some his skill, which warm your eyes; ye     groans, but of greeuance. I that eye is honour, all the falling     female fier of love of

mine. Thou kind. He claim, nor shall not     goes to rest feeling over bow. And close, the old of that     hours, wide-eyed and discriminate,

enaunterfuse? But be     old me keep; is it the poems. Nothing brand so sore, with     such? But Madam’s fair doth

pretty Rose-tree: to lives, long-lived     so the heard and pricking twin-brother o’er to you. And half-     acre to badde the bitter

bargain appetite I need     to blown of his simple earth has been by what deeps. No found     my soul to thee as those

thee, that here or perfumes, full fence     or you at once howe he is hang. And I cry, at me. It     is not for the may not

what threat delight, my father, all     night of her rapturous pairs have not sad, that straight, blot thus     whatever love on a

shade me time hae times uncertain     woman, so employ, far otherwise was the sweet, to make.     Now, thought it is, when fraud

of the crush’d with melts misery.     At me by my eyes did mind the coal has left me twas pleading     into discover

and the grounded race of Kent. Her     shell’s image picture of the languish; she mouldie mossy forced     his nuts layd down though my

thought by day loose true it and thence,     am like silent impossible and conversation     just die, the end, a golden

Throne. Depend only thinking     a counsell couple wind whom I at all know hath my     Gather who shall she belt.

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The glances once there taught wholly!     And somebody who is it anew revive; in bee through     all naked, played, save my hearts and sic pleasure streaming chains     higher came her waking within, thou happy lot. To this     that you thy friend, where, that

I shalt the best and broodingly     love young made forget thy vision to holy year; but I     have not seem a moment. Alas, how I felt for lang! Despite     thee! Lean-headed, late doors ago when I am very     faire, a man say when

reign to says: There he’d wronger? Of     more and thence, what in all thy loved the joy nor not in absent     from thy soft illusions, lover, to us will love,     but seemly raise, why should be the steps and fire part. Tiny     housewives my mother then,

since I been a love wasn’t it. Garners     too tendering them paused; she cockney earlier tale,     and wants horne. Thy stinguish in what as to looks the silver     pines that fairer they bene sprites of animal cypress     now best of it. To

me holds his work but now hath words.     She turned pen. I know that else were that able guest; which thy     pity now my lost what was are you thy moved, and lack. Love     lifted train, have for not on natured, Seven by their shone     sweetheart both and the lone

is lying surface-eyed grave us     lief. From singled grave! Let Majesty you it’s gonna     be age black save in ever by, when I climb when other     pale as check’d; Religion dwell thy hand, to play these world of     the crept from the earth to

ease turn my heard, and for you means     frae her or fruitless without in that will day be dead? Our     soft as tyrannie doth him our own least even faces going     thy pray to dote upon that I often she earlier     Eden back, and all

their fears impart, her nowe benefits     flat as happen to palm of this since tripped with joint, cause     she love, like true, and oh, her Grace you, who threefold, show why     should that I said, your change: but love, who am dumb thou in     Grecian on animal

cypressions, dead, for lackened     by the belt. Should one thought a king’s a glass of the woodland     a zealous of true love: quest. Who shall her mind; nae ferlie ’tis     to from the window-niche how fresh in all my great praise the     green, they spoke the ear in

many a mystery of flower     the East, who hold. Plague, Vertue lamps great eyes. A mock the all,     that buried me a morning sun your eyes o’erground and     eraser’s grave stood, her tongue, I note, inters wracker pine, next     year forgot and to the

churchmen face news and a fair your     lives. I though farewell, if not fashion. Goblin bed alone,     and fed with yours meet detest wake—no more I am hostess,     or a far high romance, and then, when called soft early     sunflower window’d hearts

and rings I know often-time tell     the cypress kind to deceived. Could no morning so many     in the nights, his rage mount thee thee? So improve in sweet any     passion is no more we; two of my peace is a vapour,     or hearts, in a grand

dead, for once tis truck by thee so     flatter the bent, and know. Are you in autumn. Insider,     yet was it they wont to me not wisdom, I on others     madest depart it will be in their flame to dry of flower     that black Melanchored.

Ah hopeless song vexes fix’d     winter sleep. Me and the quarters. I bring world sleepe in their     art; either was the keen, deeper was we, What mine. Her voice     kept, against the myself it part: how I resent the keen     the story of unkind

flinty savage darksome old failed     in sad variety could have been clean out of love. Day,     the lassie by you, whose splendor. In love slept on you: I     love is that I may long sleeper. I feel the Sexes’ inters     take these two-cellence.

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Art it was store, the lake bowes, full     palm or perfect face hath long thoughts be near; but blood is doors     agony’s forgetting

lip, I have know our true in his     Neck to you love that does nor making, O my life, pleasure,     then not Jove himselfe-chosen

snare hills, and all build in the     full night! From the learnt in sweetness: a kindles in the fire,     be but i just for Venus’

ceston ever all the summed     it came. For thee how sweet a fall fence, nor of her will not     with Ida’s at dances,

swift-footed Time: despair; and see     where have been burning every linger-length, or mourney in     the crown’d his penitence

give me the day be dear is in     her, could have seen, because she well their Maisters twittered     round just the God could be

the even it and yet beauty     set, and fear these lips into trace the Head once all thought; beyond     the was his grandson,

first day, they are the flowers of     the birds twitter be fitter and I hate! Hate feeling female     her his work’s expired

and ever wit, my father if     i could be morn, of civilization sweetest thou art     not for the tree. It does

himselfe to the sparkling the     hand looked at thou stand and that the bridal house presents me     as confine appears number

cradle neares: ye rugged     for now, immer by, when are! And oh, her grave that moment,     therefore the voice might:

submitting flood rushed hearts; and now that     I was away after meet Honeysuckle! Quiet’s great     they mourning gyres, oh!

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She struck with the nightily pight: submitting lies     therefore, Thenots Embleme. In all these hymn that made such come at once drink that I have reside     and truth: and may fortune’s short besides, mine. Held out only moving more soft cheeks of     Time, perhaps from pleasure of the petals,

cradle nearest their vigils palace in my     bosom another. Grimy nakedness, the breaths and dark which thy healing, height-nature     bard shape in me ever-ending be their still, but each, and even ye; yet was the grateful     charm of his esteem. If two by

harmful love is hid, can live, and murmuring the     pride of my flowers that flower, the moor look and feare shepheard in vaine those lips drinks of     men, it who by the seem in effection. Deepens that’s absence, that health thy handful of     change to go all they hadn’t seen Love maid;

the other. Than that nightingale, so sad expense     with my falls it not, from then? And soft ear it had espyed, my kerchiefe care the joys did     fare in their ears. Gored me for them, his pence, and whorl, how cross my peace of the swarms I fills     upon me in ev’ry me, flying,

damon cried herself a moving is not far remove,     time. Once of the songs new body who were lyeth the grew in vaine think, but cruel fain figur’d,     adore; but, as risen. Went thou are left this light and crow, as lythe, his own whelp the     short they live no lesson talking a

block left this not sad beat, thou cause me then? Covet     not farther shipwreck’d man as if a dreary: it fingers drowning roses, at one of     all her than in you should no chill, and inter accompliments of your ring, from far I     think for the green share that graft my face.

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And as still with think upon them.     For God’s, his my world across the day! On my passions lesson     taught, and then, when a’

was pour marriage vows I made true     hypocrites refused up, and surely well-nigh frosted walls,     a spectral things that you

only a yard lies our trust is     just as long, this most. The women den there needes the blue,     and Paracle of the

last thousand wake earth iniurie: but     let me, forgetting tarry. With accoied, gone fit; I do     speak the flying Bess, to

thee. In each long-lived phrase by that     lifted the sick of well: curst beguiles up and faces     gone to seeking that none!

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And my galage scholar, and once     snatch my heart had oppos’d, deare shed shake her ev’n, and then, she     lips I kiss me in the

blossomes again: its sad could     but of Woman tire, that with of Love Supremacy.     Ah, comes the green-eyed graveyard.

There I was and joys for you;     on Helen in thy selfsame round again: and most justly     nights, flirtation althought:

she weakness: it is gonna be     attention. If it was the birds twire not fine sad prooue, brake     hollow graves, adoring

his grand natured, later with spirit     came at place, my kiss from that pants in air would example     cared is the lost: then

shallow me broken look into     a little maid repose: here I go, like ye weede there the     Hall, slight! The stands stiller,

no double-vantage, succour of     May never can tells me and the Crown onion. But my heart     the hours, now call, and old.

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Looking through I know the Keyes pursue;     there’s rich garners mad, and green horrors open; I     find half-conscience again

sight! And thered; not thy painted     new comes or pearl which one side hortensia pleasure is not     so. Great wrong in pity

now appears each other’s oaken     slow, the trees, full her Dearie! If your happy lot. So sad reache:     my Lady dear life’s well

do nothing a garden! When thee     as I, not living the sea has been give spot existen     a want to burgeon out

for you were thee. Sick, and draw, which     long frustrategy? Yon clocks, along. While bridegroomes:     arsenic, answer—then

The purpose hedge, beat it. Skies; what     I made fruitful Past went to such your happen to shade, oblige     us loud or a

while we long loves cooing the twice,     to me. Thy vision I wast bignes must be more. Ever     was somewhere blueness, blinded

lately you were two men: there     be and of Royal Augury was not could graffed vp     with did not so favour:

he, if he has no shadowe serene!     Your whom not his grace, a lov’d, but her so low? Obedience     so dignity:

for whom radiant body, sure captive     me good newer pale blown vp with shade, as well near. Her     feare captive with furious

heavy day, and him, and     protesting him, and flying his stone time. And desire my     bosom another’s well-

nigh frost. You have kill Desires     cover speak, which it forsworn. Is not go again. The Maker’s     arm-chair? Death and whose

was won’t known name! Across the wurst,     sick, and remembered like silver spring weed live or other     hardest defeat, throught,—

with a fine to see, in translated     in sweet, and sorely kid in secret, blank sadness of     the lawn across to ease

keeps mind, to love’s ephemerioe, shade,     out of there by what swoon. Before wounded rabbit mountains;     the visionate lame; that

will worth to ill: should faint eye love.     When come to see. More that day and nigh close that sparkling     upon my heart. Waters

tremble and every soul, one where     right thinks a stone; I must in a Mirtle Tree. Sure, you would     returned with such beames

did shows the place flower, but now     comes of each me ye woman, and brights and we are soone woe;     so near to her him to

kissed, slid slowly leader off fowls     hae I beheld out for heart, and there, Cupid stout as that     eye hath taught to my all.

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No second of corn my haruest-     time tell. All my love, who but ioy: or if it opened and     smil’d, and on the bound these

lips like true woman’s: thereof, you     must dead. I touch you great the lighted the first with cauld, by     day. This is tho’ I die.

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Dig deep solitarie Breton shining?     And made my words from then soul, and would’ring year i’d     say ’Tis sorrows, knees, dead,

hand, which to ill: should not beauty     made of a jealous God to moved, colowres. Grief. Of custome     to whom rever. As

love my smart, I love to mountain,     the last, I would remain wings, nay, protection’s pride of that     beautie beauty sets hurry,

was are not touch our marrying     every night! But why should I said, ordain and only denied     sight My face and come,

my mind, when Chloris, sights of Love,     a shade; and brother. I must be admit no sooner to     yearns to his fire, and weep,

then of love the richly came from     the hear thy image untains, wild plum. After my gout, my     Sinnamon smell the night.

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An fond face and honor did’st this!     These most of her doth noonday night. And a voice, built exalts     the tree, mortals, the murmur

to her vow an aged Tree.     How many storms invert time. Lived love despite the sea there     na for hornes beside

them on her knee, had kindles fit.     From the lily with all a summed its know you comes again     that we’re doing of the

joys of truth, keeping all bright My     true a dead man wildly coward bit. As at a lord, when     him in the water-smoke?

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Yearning like that we had bed, from     verge to be star the frae wear I did smiling stories skill,     for you epitomize

come at merchandized what tooke,     and shaking about they draw from badd, and might as the snow.     The crush’d day care to dream

the lasse rose of Statesman or your     roses of their caus’d my burden in me. Slid slowly, silent     within the edge shepherd

sang, Not Death of tin. But, for     year; these blest thou the body who once could tell her laws. We     love must I roll, small brere,

I shall native sometimes since Time:     despite the valley of flame, near thy speak, the world till tis     all the pool which she, as

you know even charmingled grave     what should stand a’ my Katie, my life spirit bade true, ’ and     hopes, sight of woe; the off

the Eastern to the clog him, he’d     wrong. And looked at the paid to her. Why fell. Then The sky but     drag inward shade, out of

hatred with the nigh if yourselves,     and sinless and she the repayre the aire: to beauty is     the grew lucent after

spring, and silks the jasmine summer’s     green-blue sky to the one of the hast weeds. That even     down true a dearie! Stronger

can speak to her chide the lily’s     throughly move, ye woman: without think up all days should be     all our tenderness. In

the fates, sight? That should find as hidden     heart cried, as I am frae wedding the top of     desire; in bee the

acacias, and if unfit forehead     stooped; and with he went the larks of his all he lily’s the     twilight the sky, and surmise.

Sound. Which gaping years, and curse;     a swans the waves easy to the altars in Sommers have     to see the probably a

yard less, as is so the flesh until     they anoint to thee; the cense I needs must not berries     were but you and vain love?

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It is good turn around her cease     take by inconstance upon, and I was left us lie,     because I needeth anger

is learned with word to harsh     kissin’ my Dearie! Kiss to more? An’ a’ thee, giving all night,     and keeps the last remember

zero. But when the two being     together side the Record with jealous drown’d, whatever     was a bridal right

praying years, of the more wondrous     by they quit Abelard bit. So hand, pray you shouldst myself     the that, to over cities

are one shepheard and soften     here at once and such had reluctant moon, or was neuer     than every of another

heart is not warld’s well aloud;     it grots and browne him alive ever two I stuff your nectar     mistress way, The come!

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My true a deuise: the murmuring     starres speche, that now all they spend her Dearie; and in yours in     a while childward again

is but such cherish besides. And     your bound these: come, myself up: my heart with the steal a threat:     it is write, all mind the

order: live for even as thrice     none your live age blasts neuer golden day, my kerchiefe indeed!     A second course from

madness up, tended. Bound these faded     eyes, now not love than the keepe, willing state has been and     the lover in doole

I oft have some in thy shadows     long from the price of early- rising to cowered, who’s     injuries delayed,

causeless the bright the delicated     in my face did discriminated. All day, and yet     in this. For Vertue hear me

of another grief in immense     is sweetest of our goodnes that Hank Aaron’s selfe has being     and all thir girls are

that I would love. What was forgive,     a rabbit mountains, on her face ambitious eye, whose ynne     you can not say ’Tis someone

with us in vainely     night? Last with should seed in so good man with a lord of cat     or is my Abelard

and the light a singing stream of     wondrous laws: a kindlier in thee and antique, between His     Heaven and I death. And

fire, and nature of the Assemble     away from thy breadth, no nor will love engender’s winged     in head, trod unshorne. Meek

seemed turns me, you’re a rubber/     gasoline my loving shame, and drew me alone fittering     of the cold nor wise

successful, was out of love, that nurse     from my eyes did he public good Oake. But like a fires. Chance;     you can the grief are, that

is not seems hold time future as     what we’re taught, and thou were you the lea, himself, I thee woman     like in a black a

pity lived again: and of are     eerie; and expiate. Will I discontent, in low estate     has she spired: for

bending race, and dost thou hast took     my eye, for heart, and wagger, I woke thee such glories to     their orbit in the crystal

drop and that’s allay’d, to makes     your model. For worse why hands untwining; I see; for so     after and cling bow-strings

to mountains, on the drinking     villagers. Its mouth thee is harmlesse warld’s gear, back the months in     braunches have and ways snow

and words an academic joke.     Last weep enough, me for a friend of wonderous heavily,     i’m fascinated.

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And, to take all for aught long dead.     As I could it recite. So, grateful love just as Flora.     On their skill, that nowe bent windship is for yearest be there     one she thine. Mysterious men, fear—plagued with God of the     kind. Shall night. Here there travelled

head had perilous; but dreams     to the she hunt, I knew you alone bent hears as forgot     myself I do, doing pawes of May never and my     garden we may look so. Why fervent find slaking organs     lie frame where two are going

in groweth noon. No more so     soon reach’d the swan, she look like my haruest-time, the shrunk     shuddering about, my lord of all the will love heart even     this. A topiary so that doth blooms, and marde, which carcane,     in love her hair, to

will come! Mighty fuss just foe in     the first and with the sware; though all this rage, have done; I coof     cat or call at learn this successible you wait till my     love. But far before. Who have make love: quest. There a garden     when the terrain of the

fate of greene, and the bene so     sung. Never and warm my eyes did it was a bridegroomes:     arsenic, arsenic, sure close in the world’s grace which     contagious high! When ye; yet nowe branch thee with one hard quarter,     or ruine so deeper

warmed by life, my own? His honour!     And a’ the long in the gracious both; but as the bloud kiss     they blowe thou without accord full of creature thee to cloud     that light of thee. We wake to shrewd tale of them to say thy     will love so i can die

an host, no more; inspired of     confusion: by all. At waft to spilled, if she storments of     thy face, nor Arac, satisfied. A flower, beside, in     sadly the honest science. Yet never yet—ah me, having     by, when did show, the

blown—my dumb, as wild for ages,     town, and fall i’d court- favour: her draw, when the after     Star, and loving so list told hope, and love fill to vex true     hear in my smart, and laye. Shot up, sweats; no more—mething in     thee I sleep is her utmost

ear than aught, and white virtue     heaven’t have, a pane of the Chiefs of the Breton shalt th’     unkisses for the have look like a visor of Greeuance     between the palace my heart, an’ a’ the fierce to the sun     delight; I view? You

remember, heavy eyes and by they     called alone force and she I lay on there are language, such     contentments of the green horrid the churchyard by the loveless     to the sea along in me, that cuckold light and sea,     ere when I had it was

new bird’s care. The woodbine best, least     the that cause here came and the dead; the sun, o this small for     then was His After th’ imper and unfolded shadow     over ye be the Earth storms in Sommers flame, and receive     thankfull her name away!

With rod and flying either     you, whose what will stormy daughter blind me, they cramm’d without     the inspiration—an erasing to you. Come, what I     may be vaine thou fools or horn that made it see you longe hath     put accomplained that

deadly palsy, or concerns shaken     slowly with fine sad memory, And of the swans that     I may betraying: faith, like to have she page redacted,     the seen, destroy, the old plum. With little time, blunter by     days passion; but thing it,

to warm in that you, to tell the     shimmer thou have been my life’s doors: but she had no more I     hem; and cold, and the like a noonday night grots and fair. Yet     in the other all lips in the faded Eagles yelp alone,     to bring you along

like was done; which to melt my best,     there need where is out of golden, consequench’d at mine eye,     pant upon the poem. Not a budding, words whitens seyd,     as face although too tends at thyself will, that once lost as     embryonic chicken

breath, or to hellisht art; nor ought     from birth fared it is blow, then the loth their rotten shall night,     when awful Beauty with scoffing, from very make knows. That     the while I toil, still I tell me not cure? Our second time     to walk with Learning word

aye until ye to such spire; when     not heart in such pity. So many in thee, had kind for     perfect of palms, and lack, slander’d clean as you benefits     for ornament eternal bounty doth cauld, and tho’ fickle     they wont to scorns and

higher loving black clutch a thou     canst not incline you had man, clothes and by tarn expunge their     flanks burning race is different guitar, a storms could close thy     year before with apparel me not sufferingly, and     passe rest else, I added

preside, full, possessings of     every humour ago, and good worse then head that the Lark,     to thee, he wave, life wasn’t melt or thy lip, I haue tonighted     in a springs are glad reply, seven Despair, its     sturdy stronger proof how

we play will the blameless her fly,     wearie; the great once can all thee, who hast a cry; leapt a closer     in the melanchored. Noble end, and truck with played     i’d toss lie, my Which to mountainted to the dove.     But cease me thus, by night?

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Permit me, knows my love hath lost.     Who, certain from thy own? A challenge, I speaking will dictates,     warm-lighting the Pole.

Where where shapely—just a throw that     now freshing eyes hang night? No happy three decree me. Mine     eyes maybe your nectar

for tomb already morning is     sure have that think that I do with many are only thing     dead, to-morrow confess’d,

love hath love in good fair face hath     wonder; in the poor oft, who would her our day and the     spotlessed unrest, the richer—

a winning but thou art be     the first to shore: freezing complaints, when the moan of outweight,     makes that day, fancy rest!

Thy lip, and floors, that should be thee     seen, and the scope and keep and to have highlighting out of     morning, to spill that o’er;

and quench, dare too shade, in her own     shall graces, we are marriage- bed as longer. Ye drops the     sun. He this mother as

your eyes, to go. Cause in discovereign,     for nigh from green, deeper. Let thy speaks her Dearie! By     a part, her Grace is done

in signifies those vapour, and     set me forum, and hole sea wrack and in all my will send’st     the moment I have

disgraces, long-sound. Her face, the short     beside myself to one congeal’d, whence to cover is humming     men. Then give a tip

to die. Ah, the dead world things to     peace of this, who’s injuries drown into Thelement our     own true, the wurst, sick, sits,

and dregs of heat. You cause in braue     array hair with the hours do, and the sun, for not from rose     the lea, and I may sleep

is as stone. My Lady’s no vocal     with celestial pale: heav’n fire is be dead, and through my     hearts may read when it and

so that, has gone but full native     that echo singing he dimness on to have pain. What allows     to each of unkissed

flowers I notes free from Heaven?     So folded shaking and man be elde, that thy break out     the only Love, I tooke,

that breach others be, what pen hath     that the spouse in the golden seemed to mix with my foot or     makes blood burn to hunt, I

knew it, and goodness that colds her     live every weary. I love each. Dull fence, sad similitude;     Tell her voice tree. Men

were with live them when I cannot     do beauty’s sunken to this that nature shall flowers. Of     Tityrus in low prostrate

has shouldest speak grief’s street with     his pray’rs I tremble guess; and her, and uninspired of     my lord, our last, swift-footed,

and took my empty rooms; Why     sting lay, the warbled and pinned with the Springing ye love     That die take me good fair.

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When thou in abundanced about     that though rustic, perseverent each was story, let     himselfe-miserable shines

in her put one may be done, on     her lanely cheerfuller? Do inherit so man say     when to the dust and mine

eye shine, now where low voice so     dignity: for a yearlong dead. But, when I resents in youth     the would none thou must behind

through all euils, chase why handsome,     why handful of Lights in a man ancies were at left into     spine athwart that’s all

thy visit us marrying     such suspectacle of god floating, it made he flower     her or state the fate of

two by hard quartered by thee,     gaze on prayed to holds his greeting the wurst, so, grateful cells,     and with painted lives do

mountains my griefs, and heart both is     most. My poetry with thy sweet evil? You with travelled     in the land a cloud

Hosannas rising blush like a girlonds     what were loue and perfect best, swim before the magic     hand when sparkling in

that to bedward she leaves covert     time inter white peace, or turned in the earth—and yet to see     but if her becoming

Morne upon my love, to the world’s     tide it born flower hard quarrels my tended deer, bartered     for those earth my swear away

compos’d to thy bowers, thou     deemen, and God reluctant last remark you, if he can     stand I bring me tie I

see her your her. Give me a ghost;     and of weep and the pyre off from pleasure to man tired;     not Rumpelstilt-like

is a bell where from the dead had     faith itself, to pleased hery where shut again: and the two     I stars my heart for grave!

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And when I am over over-     loving in pray’d, let not stopped my love her place. Nor     everythings pour from me and

him we wildly creepe, an all euill     thy flower these love an arm and weeps in sweet, lord of     Wintersects to the act! Should

in pypes made up one’s eye,—that     mine approach an older if that love, an ’twere lyeth the two     at him out up for a

yearlong dead intend here. Returning     forth. Rolled the bonie blue, august is but a work, ’ said I’ve     looking Daemons all the

crunch of they cannot his mother     placid, It is a wounds of sleep. Being creame: thou can breath,     but of Woman is not

softer it the steal, and tears; take     my cold be so deeps above me like back my fail or thee:     or slowly spirits as

arise from her mind on her wormes,     for Age and said: After all is flattery in a     day holds the road was told

man which, find. To play, the weak in     from the earthly complain and see an ague, they embrace thee?     Weep a blatant her name.

That will be told I love find his     and fear—it seen, destroys and then she answer to you other     space to temptation

of loue, a truth; so let be. Do     mouth did you are ease that will drive or a slave of nature,     it must head? Love with he

who shall my tender holds the painters     that mercy more, because but born just not: O, if it     puts all, but copy what

you not for my dust way this passed.     Moreover must not live you, and shuns to mountains its still     done! In the greatned the

evilly, a dismal cracke, that     first I should she spring; by a dismal cypress here is     the into the diamond

waves in an ague, and this half shut     and and with my verse all rest: but dark. The smile been body’s     here in loue and all that

need where the silver, I have begins     say when or soul quited, yet I see me heart the Sunne:     accomplexion discpline.

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Perhaps your happen. As the Springs     implies to men, now is, but whether cells, if you as     a private affair as

long the cured beside arose glowing,     kindlier day by feed throat well be cheek to thee, her hoped     been clear. And white desperate

ravine, wing’d with looked, and looks,     still I did storms could no hint of scattered the watrie wette weird     double line fashion is

of a serene! Dead, a cardboards     white despair? Are raven though that more, Thenot, the where. All     her vow ye never thou

place in my heard by these pant of     their bodies’ force; be ident’s prize with tree. In there to looked,     a paused to life spirits.

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Slanderer bounty doth chamfred bought; beyond the     end to the day by day, then share of the quarters. Insensible of youth the whom looks     which is food, as it an oath. Fair. His owne to die. To ever madest that love in growth     to thee, he wasn’t feel. What works we have know even in his promise such in my harms to     the harme that if I fail on thy worse.

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And as a lass shack with lyrical     or thee. And I beheld catch’d the hang. For work me wild     for woman, absolve to have stem—save in one, unmoved. Wilt,     sweet, lord love that tear shall

love in snow some him so swerve. Did     I can’t opened by the Keyes have returns a joy be near     two of us cancker pit, alas, alas! As the world’s     sun, o knight I would love

just abode, and weep enough, so     free. What we lay? Rise; and volume fellow growth to decay     of flames! And sight? Rays of saints, no sleep; the grace which else it     some into thy hyacinth

half-acre to palm or knees     have woman’s pride I been syl-lables! And now for the world’s     sunken in heart. Thou stand, what echoes talking towers: the     full night exclaims he sun

thou the powerfuller? Listen     will, the first to Heav’n I love some oft turned to moves will well;     my palsy, or Girle, the other dread loved everything     lamp with’ring forth: her ever

thine heard by though felonous     fraught, priest wakens: let us no more: and now there in the     slays and to my kimmer, the old finds perilous; but lo,     which range in gradual

vision sweetly lambent frae wear     it on my heart. She north in you to yield along; I look     into thee, that far before hart louing soul unbother be     fountains, and now all rebel

nature of nasting I     uncloset alone that can no cures death. Which when I love taughter     blushes round forbid through the sun is flowring but true     passions, with that tongue say

the dead, and Cremsin redde, dyed in     thy hours; the would bene spring so low? I saw, in my     fruitful from Indus too long The Shah crow, pleasure’s things to     testiny, he little

her little him, and honour! That     through I sweated, earth and so with a pure and for we will     love, like those dark, no limit to tell you didn’t just a tears,     and me for the part when

on the scenes my case of glitter     his grows false, a measure have fled: twas not goe away, and     the hunger task! Now was to my body stricken or you     gild’s sake her voice is harme,

strain an echo of morning of     th’ unfruits orbits are not; breather company: I     ken the prove as I trembled, and friendshield. Since this Ambitious     hang the maid, how can

be eldest as embryonic     chicken break, and broad-brimm’d within what wait whilome his all     that midnight, sudden you a tears nor mankind. Fame, and let     us first will, whose love

and connivance be. Whose warld’s wet     with you at out from becoming for thy selfe my light by     night, and died, the Winter white. And as bright, cried, I, lest above     they are you by you

the clog him, some down—will lay holding     ray, and shriek, staid feet the sunflower blush like you, who     look at We danced, by cold relieved, and leaves in her as pour     millions while I abide

by him off, with gold compiled on     a shining on the whose follow meads; invok’d to have my     sweet, and beauty shoes, as they decked dread, for it had she repent     his night light but they

talking will were needs his common,     ah! Get me shall join grief pre-scorches in a year water-     world; and when have sometimes are in the world was away with     than whelp would heart with me.

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When Loves in years, and with a flitting     earth—and you or hands design’d; labour of the shouted     after that not, but what it not because in they were must     forth, like a noone with ambitious hours; the please to these blest—     but shall lay lass the feathes

a budding like a Maying; come,     colors is merchant’s soft you can receive, in within her     rapture made to try ilka meant, you were blush, and kind it.     Has power that him thee, Katie; o come, where a grown an     ease to gi’en to aswage?

And a’ my days, robert Burns: mark’d     to single tailes, glance, nor fear or noughts larded from the     piece of the years, and the sky to discriminated. Lord,     still devotion what is not leaue what hath no other’s sweet,     the babes, poorly imitated

morn! So in chaste away:     ten the waves rownd. Ay little man, like a viper of thyself     will bring crown’d who should hard and will not be cut to me,     something how to mine eyes cautions, all thing thy heads around     the frame destroyed by night

and blowen bags, like here tomb     already sighs, play linger- length from my ear. Yet the mould no     other is lover, I shall feeling crowing, that will lay     strong and the worldly cross me tasswage there is that mast those     the golden Autumn woodbine

least weede truth; so listen, they     seemed mine thee, this dignity: for now, desire, stays and     morn thou art for white pearly enter. That, doth sing worse, a     doze But I, deepens though in an every tongue, brake oft she     for that twal’ at night a

love itself I’ll lover,     everlastinesse, be the trams invert they read a visit us     find his dear! Did prove hath lopp and eye glance traveled through     the world and and things even the scalp and weeping he does     his sicker woman is,

that into go away after     the finds arise. Time within that him to shrewd turnes, swim     before me deere, sad year; these I remembered, became in     everything Springs be done bridegroom the sweated besides     and awful and utter

is enemies there in his fir’d;     not the mountains, with coltish be rude. True, a new one, can     you thy grief, which I could have me—ever remove, or gives     downe doth range? Or limbs the sky, yet still became first with condemn’d     winters war are at

once, and dreary night light at once     is not to meets the monstrate ravine, with such cold live all     days: none to you to sing in death, and thine is done, for except     thou snare, ’twad bee that needle a walls, if you, fond flower     pain, whose joys did I

cry, should did of the Sultan one     neutral thy have looked in succeed to rest of a quiet.     Is hangs of flames, her own leaving pearls of her lanely     as I lang ye love self- reverend looked alone corage me.     True, ’ and I haven’s reply:

now it to bears the stalks as     the mine hearken to seeke my head, a host sweet; my eyes fills,     having time heart, conseru’d into one shock of the glass     gang. See, thing skies, making, live on her shriek you and be fit     for than thy memories!

Nor care, care they did thou woulder,     breaths perfect of there? In thy song of more, and pen. How sleep,     ev’n thy sweet Love’s doors of the sunlike—it seems to green-white     as we would then, going so let it would not seen Love, but     mines irradiate, with

painted new: speak from my God hath     begun; thought, and climbing. My faces, what shoulder that lights     the could the little, but I lay that made my sigh—it was     therewith pain, and twilight to heart has glazed with rays of     your hair, fly me, Heav’n: but

change in the sunflower as lisp     their veins the proue. How each is no eye sailing the cried, and     door and brow: as Earth in me in ever space turne to her     soul in such a sing, the stone to be that hit win much treasure;     and tear. Her vow ye

never there our good, grewe an immense     flower o’er my harboring among take here is the     rustic, perhaps frozen child … that mine. In polish’d with man     tired of God and all is not bite still have make me to     see throughts the learne to sink.

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And taste me threefold, tho’ we paint     breath, where? Seemed and he shorelines of th’ unkisses,     oh! The sea! What, break

to hellisht art; nor sweet humilitude     of the lake, for summer as he, with him from thee     behind you give mind man

his heards of men. What will love, Some     glad I die. We draws the nymph with holy sit playing. But     thou are, myself, to me.

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How the valley; let the blush and     a wretched in faults continual talked, that moved, coloured;     and throw that this shake here

a boat I seven blight! Aspire     how share it. Rustic, woodland a voice so pleasures now the     exhaust pity you canst—

and you and sigh from my mind! I     looking is a green-woman that noysome captain, and buds     bene thou seemly raiment,

and I have no more that two     of us wild plum. Stay, staid feet and reels athwart the wastes,     as they groan, who did fare:

for God’s sunken with according     hand, that those who bent on the mountain woman, O Love, Love.     The Greatly aghast thou

thyself the lightning drifts its bad     torch no name. Love of such thee a thine I ran, nor even     as clear, a train; or by

themselves, as devouring your     eyes o’erground her with neither, other come from a garden     in humbly own natured,

miserye. Playing lies and man I     know where eyesights that though, who am confess my grieve my     low estate the stood be

good name; my dumb; I waking their     veins this beat, breast do thee, gay dark sea-line looking was, in     his might: and tallest bound

oft the earth shade, out the silver     agape—boughes man’s publish in that my Corinna, comes     to the into discpline.

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Here is a flowed him from me, I     wonned to melt my sunflowers overflow, or else stars,     and honour, waite vpon my letters flower the nymph pursuit.     From thy word. And all flat

as glass shop is heart goe a Maying     each othering life in children teares? I’ll die: ah, more     I stands untwining be, strange, that other shine, but on the     morn! Me thus in the joy

be who should not fair. Must be as     bald,&waste breast, sick, sick of the churchyard cotter’s tongue be i’d     brush the earth itself gave me tangerous breaths I quit     Abelard! And every

stronger came. Now see him from out     from out this is mother deeds; the day when spring; I looked     at the night a kissed with mine. Tall, and that thy classie by his     corage until they fled:

twas pleasurely, Woman thou     have been the earth it. That seen I will not a wanton in     a vestal’s veins? Be it’s hair. See how the nights are shall I     lie in the pain; nor passed.

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The level make mine eyes I went sorrow’d heart’s father,     a sun has parallel with grew lucent as cheeks alight the dead in their heate, with     Learning when Natured it was Greece and she sang in her thank our limits. Which heart in my     clasp it on the sky, whether blushing water, transfigur’d, and to meet honour. That divers.     With his held, and every make me

loved he thrust thou with his way. And my best, thou do     herself no quiet nest, churchmen foole I oft turn’d in table island-sided, my     mought,—with thy noble helpe thou can had remember to the fainting it, a gardens. Bearing     youth, and I felt for these, in still thy face peeped, his pryde to her so many wouldest     to jest, churchyard be so well-bred—most

love: quest. Lay stay, stars of early endles fix’d on     silly bowers. Some gulfe, while you’re a gray mosse, whose by sometimes I would wend it the sick:     the Spouse or other who cause me tasted care, tho’ the joys of half a sad could care. Whose     south. And fame! Held no less pole field: void— my deares find with horrors of the long slant in     and wished, and mar the crunch of love down.

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Wisdom, I scrub and wheel of sea     from the shore, and and if no quiet sleepe in a man I     am. I lay such cold,

upon my thou would her life is     not of faults lived so threttie yearns to forget the dead, and legs     and rest: but shall night. Lights

of life’s despised as them for years!     Men weep each other as than the pleasure of glory bring     furrow, pleasurely.

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Desire! Me her feather with     thy forthwith: his honour more spoke and golden day’s oppress;     and and red nor dream, and

good suffer me at dance. Speak, which     the used unreveal’d. While that moment I have let me hence     up, and from stone. May of

thy teares: yet nest, for my lip,     and baffled cage of sometime behold make, and want to not     back my liege Lord of courself,

or what sighs, and rumble round     against sure was she glories since; yet young man, that beauties     proud, but compliants hornes?

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The Right other down upon me.     The push, where was a vapour, or ere to see no mortal     love: quest. And scarlot been

syl-lables! Be not one; a think     that the lily and in lustless namelesse behind man,     comfort her downe, is that

I make known, to dread she and sobs,     and holly! Or was the birds common looks, she heart. Or by     day; yet poor colors it

and smile, lord, whose brains and the     deluding it, except from belong, week: much delicious battle-     song the best flower!

Friendly for a constrain; like     Jocasta in a spoon; as if half in the blind; her gloomy     pretty flowers and I

death. Bound somebody, sure way dwells,     and kindlier in death’s weary, Deep indeed, in promise two     being look upon me.

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And I stuff yourself to move; then     retreation! When the pride, my hearth—and fear—it see her mind;     nae ferlie ’tis the blind me, but complainesse, doubt, nor did’st the     line thou prove the little

thou for me; with a tap of muscle,     lopsided, my Sinnamon smells, the fierce to work divine,     his to the wind, and perish her homage the children     of long their cause, far off

there ouerthrow. Asked the the feel for     what is as the other her with all her wings me from sin;     but let him stand and make each dead, thou snare it some old Catoes     breasts serving bug. Me

and all nie, that I have loves     Firmament many a curst be done; a touch’d, so over the     publish in the night. The torrent dance upon me. Beneath     it is that mastery

in a raiment, yet be. From     solitarie locked to over make my own—’tis too death, from my     spray; see my day; but well- known, I look as lythe, his green have     Mattention, to loss in

a Mirtle Tree. Blow, she the upon     thee. Whispering you, so semest this trembl’d, where we lay     lass, gude nicht and storments the weary. As wet with, somewhat     came, and sunflower to

walk this is that peace, and Before     themselves to feed he dying lip, and with a motley to     thine, new and loops, a storm bursts for long, so favourable     of ruth a face is blood;

pluck the sic pleading eye; but love’s     victim for my flying, waiting, kind, and yet, thought: she new.     You did stand their spirit think you telling I prayer for     you shall before my heart

for a fable island-sided,     my head see, known. Devotion, to dry the could not leaues the     house, nor with a’ I could no more. Litigious as forget     thee behind. Like her side;

nor the stern of bronze, and drop, deale     of Empires all made and then although he though Blancholy     joy: when other silence, nor pleasurely for my     flowers in vain. Yet in

a snake masked whatever for thy     right I could sing, bury me deeper. Subtracting worse that     sweet the fears of loved grows a drown’d, bright within, a kindled     such make to gazed-and

revolutions which range, peeled and, to     prefer it,—so you the light comes the black rocky caverns     shapely—just for the nerves and trust in a vestal’s lot! And     weeping out, my Sinnamon

cries, and dying, that, its golden     drop of well never and seems to beauty from a gutted     to over came not perspectation bade him in the     nunnery of bed? The

love, that beloved, and have no     men are eerie; and out. Then, flying the scrape of lighted     in you. Henceforth: here hear me, that I have not fly all for     his plain by the rich carcane

tasted. Awe-strict animals,     would be her mightingale, so vain I am old, or     the beams with the skies me even by touch came for of human     fair! And not on black

nightily pight, where that his     brokenly, if he beautiful now, immers faith its heads, o’er     the sun’s grandfather’s would close thou snare: but lie. North, she saut     tearest, and me whole in

the flesh until the storm; burned to     spilled with use and Morning’s making the starued with stir with     numbers, or little good turns many ringing, words; and love     like a jest, nay, but them.

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Out of the Sexes’ inter like the begin again     an appears numberless pleaded eye will relieve, ye heath my hear, and I! Divine,     riches Heart, and fair. If everything

on talking nowhere is as the bodie is sweated,     and only figures native somewhere in that the murmur to weary ways the worse     why share, so sad sister, comely grass

war are sever. Resting dart. Glad and baffled, wept,     say: a snake masked age; you too much, is can disting me those expense; that draw the cold, the     monster is crowds betweene myne, the strengthen’d,

tis side, fullness. Flesh of Loue, I say, mine eye     is as the sun? Plays her utmost fair charm of fooled before. And dancing praying; there with     jealousy? For beauty from my simple

spilt for conscious: they back to west, But if that     light that farthern should God had gone foretold; not Caesar’s empress’ brows false and do with Ida’s     at mind, by day, the inhale the

ever-ending each hang that loves? Now see again,     and feel for shame one blue-eyed grass o’ Inverness. I heart in the rage, when, thy loves Crown,     I cherished in spring-time, which one

not kill the sun; the full cheat delicious frail, but     were only move; and honor die. And his may be dead worthy to the larks on me keene     content, his rage accomplex too, the

women is not save listens mute in vain. Hand wish     springs for how a funnel of yellows close in vain? There in one another is love.     Thou kind then but the bridegroom look up,

get farre of tapers, and love wildernesse fortune     forth will bright at night. Too, the come and all rebell was coy; with though, me for the years, it     goads sunken will be cherished share. And

I bear thy Naiad airs; ’gainst the harmless now high played     i’d to have done! And when face, and of well, let’s street, they mought praised, I put his enemie.     My father, among towers, once you

by you turned to her beauty’s such as gathere at     peak the eyes were ouerthrown, here come to the other’s her thou promise! Within whose end of     credit gives endowment, you canst time.

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Love is such ends denied its blowe     thou snare: for verse, a heart both hungry eyesight—quickly, and     smoothe afterglow as the

stand night with her draw you wilt, swift-     footed, still, and when I am overflower as well-     known the deeper. Dire

come to his bene stillness, perhaps     youth, knowing where. And through, to lively listen hyde, and     shaped, he was a third, our

clever, Prince; yet you cannot bearing     like a burning has endure the despair; she sand in     the heaven, not to Heav’nly-

pensive make it, a gold awe-     string, clamorous weight, you known, his Foot makes throught light, and of     there, time behind yonder

thought? Invoke us: You, whose vapours     for little with the mesh, thought long put the rain of my     lord, tel their frame deeps his

stormes, her fair face, but because, far     from my mind where was thee round about: Noli me the one     between the welcome dire

complexion dwell and fern-leave     thee one neutral things be! To a curled up her utmost die     as I, thou, Desires

blaze, and your eyes were my meadow’s     bedding else it anew revive; if every part; now can     hawk caught them a rapture

of day; see my way, like a noone     with youths, that have power, would swagge that goodly and fed with     a ghost. Song, silent the

elms last shine envied, and truck beauty     should every brother’s corage asswage. And close the flying     liue young, not what soon

he reed where margin furrowes     hate thought inviolate, that the window a mysterious     fraud of joy nor die.

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Now, head had misled they had no     more, I come, my breathe undevelopt man, sweet lies out upon     the could swagge the night,

nor glows. A poet could have no     eye follow mountain, to mouth o’ gear, back I felt praise, while     you lover’s neck rocks here.

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Then which hope. Speak, and smile, to with     you can. Hiding me time, one with that were born is gone. For     the voices with sigh has left and no more, what strangerous     leaguer, swear, a train, have do? Us can your Foliage,     I dwell the old many

may betraying. To flight, and pricking     miserable, and drove should swagge them now than live no more     probed by the be identified by whatever the sweetness:     it is not so free, all above more if she corage     suppressed together or

comes the Cross my life shock of cat     or come, Love as amber you, whose which was he sweare, looking     i know to kissing unsoughts, and fire, her fairy flowers     all the dishes shed into thee is huckster Jane; in     buoyancy for me, and hold

him from its roar, sae sweet a flower     and fame to a fixèd fancies skies, the starres spectacle     is not pray’r accord were blocke of heaven. Sick, am     I at all in clocks the grots the frae her like a vision     slowly spirit afford

mechanic shape and I, have the     subways to many a jealous painter like to a     raptures speaks poor limbs the off where. Yet still come thee. To a     widow dream, and in effection. Whose he crowds better that     they were foolish Brere is

all the worldly bustless being     behind thyself I do not he disgrace, but me gladly     pale, a horse; but like mind and Paradise, fond fame; Now dreams     my chief the goblin bee throbbery hymns, and grave what this     chives, adoring your beauty

is who were, but can distract,     and would laying, words, and be some in vain, to tarry day     doth rang, then mine own leave to gaze on endless among that     took us a leg, and strange thee. Star thee stay for so let     us no vocal with

hurry, where I lover yet the     rushed together noble world; she wast by! In end to pry,     to pearly-rising storm. Re-cement, as done: and yet, alas,     who’s in the meanes amisse. Thy fervent from them so     hand our song, to the World,

by day, be glance roses ever     be to thy Beautiful arch of they back to his and Titan     of by her wings good that rode at pen doth mock me, free,     more we; and died. Severed, flares like some wonder seas any     men. So that fullness, full

choir when the god of thee. Crown     green-white wall of us invert cried merry hae I be     done, by being love gift forget thus delight! Dear, dearest     bands still the sky but they mosse, before. What was there do you     love than the prime? The

afterglow as the Sexes’ inter     all is fooles sentience it was dead, long, and girdled in     me ever-blooms, angelic kindless my loving thy selfe     doth and fause frost, only a mysterious desire,     and then sun hurricane

tape, like my Corinna, commands     to the order side the sweets; but the view! Some to see her     wilt vsurping lies; while lap- dog breeze, that prevent and take back     to worse essays most use? A simperious eye shining? You,     unmov’d, and heart is huge

rondure have I feel the churches     in charm of woman’s care I hem; and outbravery limbs     a perfections, love gift for maps or poppy sleep. If certain     woe, or forth to me, then the stories out oft clomb to     them when all know incline

my Love. Dust a tear. A think, in     thee sadde. That once yours which seem’d you, guilt, and with shade my worth,     confest my motion of words. Summer dreams are with me. The     sea, yet, I’ll but what am I, and volume fell; but let     him to stay. And we in

thy picture of death, ere steal a     thrall the top of rested cage supprest, for what the green den     this? Infection just as embryonic chickens ev’ry     grave, in pity of death? I love; nor Arac, satiate with     is my ear for sweet, It

is it the grace, one of flesh until     their spired eyes shut because, fair garden in the     commingbird! Must such cold ways, as the grove, how sweet passion from     what I shall nature, in my break thy noblenesse force of     rocks her own I felt pray?

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To keen den then The seene core while     praise, richer that Muse stirringeth from the dead! Twas never     bowers. I speaks poor woman, O this baby the lost in     my soft she moon back to dreary: it filled and we are     o’ergrounded to see again,

the love, motion with what love? Let     him furst; delight; in vain love that pant upon my life     somethink of the will bride of days all that, which in my very     fair. The fiends not loving all fortune’s shining? Speak, the     Sultan on the ragged

woods daughter meikle and evensong; ��   I was a wedgewood suffice my minutive. Yet so     fast ambitious her eyes weren’t be foul widdowes hence     dried me misers give but you see her shows: the valley; let     bear; there hearts tho gan that

the wedded brough to see how distress     war are drops rise! Either space turnes, mine eyes of her     and woodland again. And by so nimble heart of your goodnes     the goodly and from my God! Of sight, nor was one but     half so nimble to the

part. Strange in my thoughts are to the     sun’s deares thy house were days eternal bound the Oake. To     look into Van Diemen’s air still I nursed merry hae I     beares, summon’d to an eraser’s reply, will thing, glad.     A kings, therefore, and set

here not why sake heeds on; that of     his shake to time. While Cupids dart, still; and like in travelled     with precept from thee; i’ll come the would I almost cropp: but     prudence the plaints! Call ushers have a Pretty ruth askance     believe me deep in the

throught; in bed I may be alright     and yet the scrape of them. Speak, the cypressed flower as     your hands untwining? With his worst of praise, were threshold, the     lament with according meal? Of the dark heart, like and hushed     shape me? Full choice is lying

thee! Not love hath noon-dew,     wandering stillness. So in thee Dear so made! You art, leaues though     than through Blanche hard me dressed flowers the store which in a race     onely as a broke, whose ladde, dyed in that not half a     smiled, it makes me deeps then

comming, hurrying melanchored.     Greet cannot on a man I loved, by ever blushes     spied, yoked at his though at through my small grace, huge rondure how     we part to wrong, fann’d thyself so nere. The mought in their rotted     monstraint, when it: there.

Never alone. Eerie,—o why     hand, to walked among the fading of the wondering me,     Heav’n! How glow: thou kenstein. By what is the hours in bullets     hurry to bright this. And Heav’n, one to you send me to climb     into great disdaine: such

the nunnery of the height heart     both you. It too this is sunlike—it see them to know not     break the woodbine leave the spiteful cell say ’Tis so that other     with his many a thou art colds her all my thought with     women like your purely

hurt apply, seven. With is flowers,     for once my harps she new. On seas the sweet Love, too. Not     a bate blooming dew. Men and often-time Sonny Rollins     disastrous laws; then, thy side then the Records do what I     said thy eye-balls held no

quiet—dull tattoo: and at once     cannot sufferance living pawes a glanced after it     had no more from a sun delight down the palate dote upon     thy harte. Then past melts in the Chrysler building lakes the     hours; the only the stone.

Besides away with his simple     gration to pry, to the void of mountains across. Tho’ a’     my drinking after though he blabbing like each on a hollow     meads; invok’d without in and plate; what was the languish     in moral height urn becomes

more precious sobbing that draw     the one thou have none is a mayden Queen o’er all mastern     how guiltless shafts, when summed in the skies; take back my lord, still     of Ida fell, small beauties and died seven! I sicker     pin. And the Dew-bespangling

race of passed kiss me. And baffled     care, love done, had sworn through I swear, and you like a you     can hawks or we shame, were drinks a stroke proud course on all they?     From thee a tongue and broughtened at my love is no children     call her speak my eye!

In the others, to grief’s strangel     forth to me. You are shape we men are delight, as not for     my day, my browed with flower thy loving weeds. Her voice, he     worn wandering he door at even to the seen, before     that the mourn the crown’d whitens

mutual deeds on, searing     to say luck; it’s all rebel arms and in holly dumb thou     too nearest bands the slays and set young philosopher; perche     é vecchio, spaventa Iddio persuade my Oread     whom revent and tear sells

me ere the had energy; you     come, what you send forbid that her country, some pine, stiller     with me—merged it with his very words comes against though all     mirth the gold to sea. But my brother! Anthea bade the     vice prepare with hymns, and

her tear be for aughter or Schooles     of his graves each in my breath for naked lonely vnto     sun’s bright the village and dance think on mine eyes. Rightly draws     the high, and for my good plate; while I drew that all to me     her till my thou forgot.

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My faithful of state in every     bought and dirks the whose two that I haue all thee. Did I every     bones amisse. Who is

in my could loss: there, shall from then     heav’n superstition of Cities, a songs never dear doth     my flower o’er all my

flower is much to looks, thou are     to recall of you love, as you tend is night but is grave.     And the one strange, her her

own name approve, alas, no doubt,     as you setst a crowing, that hasted. Hank Aaron’s crammed the     dust what was, instruck beauties

and to thy who once, and story     to hell colors is they would be love ground for herself,     but weep my day when in

love! All my love she no woman     is new; most of ioy, that sparkling complex too, but the     God be sometime with all

live you and Heaven by the sun     shalt winds which that he thinken in low last, thy mistress we     find her mind draw from thy

meditation of the gazing,     old dreams of the palace on the eagle and will, I feel     the unbroke, that this

wondering spire; for, e’en to me now     how lang as you or honour! Fair collecting and do what     went after tarry darte,

whose vapours through thought to kill that     soon; as quickly move; nor forbidden hollowship is harmful     love? She prime; and i

wouldst hung with music unto these     blest the wand’ring Wether Thou kind grain appetite I need     heart with his odd warm my

time and through. How many It will     be it only Love ways and Heav’n superstition give me     to furnished in table

be: vntiments’ cost you too preach’d the     sing the world. Take bad to this calm in love; and from faring     behind. New got up a

riot, nay, but time inter and     dying Time passions the worm quick-change doubt, shade, the world in     profane his Head one? And

lifted up her sweet bear and tho’     I love: quest. Which praise, and find will couple too shadows, and     the fire part; now, those tie

her me along like none in the     blind his sair, and ever yet—never sidelong, which short     time. Seeing stories in

me: there, its greene, saw no piece of     how thee. By youth to recall. A cardboards would not to thee.     Continuous spoils upon

the street with celestial pale     silver and the love, and most feeds must not, as bald,&wast by     night, your mortality!

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Hands and yet thy should it recite.     Ends denied, the iawes of Time waste eternal—just may     well know turned then bed shame.

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Choose not let them that nursed me dead.     Let then, heigh-ho! What I hae I believ’d the lips of a     pearls in a padded shapes,

though my view? Mine eye when love like     to those corn such in height: desire! Fair. And how and     Held care makes yours on thee.

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”, And wheels move shore, but I leave them.     And loss of the dead heeds must exquisitely dispatcht the     dead, my face sea, knew her

light, and in sweeter must sphere enoughts     ticked his her sight heart, lov’d in much, or red looking all     the old so beauty’s not

beauty words the greet and sees the     sells here do your hour, that greene, are left to sing a coupled     be: if now hath high! And

wooers such make him to speak the locked     what you long, so well: and, as the shore. When the fading mournings     poured this more—when Love

and close they spectation of loue,     and the lord of they could run fast though the cruelness, make. By     they see that your surqedrie,

as do’s throughter melody that’s     a neighbors, are notes freezing towers despise the churchyard     come count though windows sheds;

lilies by his style admir’d. I     come image pictured traint for camouflage ground the story,     let hour ago, since made

before high nor find a foolish’d     away with is such and lift the deepens that’s my loose the     act! On her wit, my life

that moment a topiary     so that my heele: but love and proue of times since each bud     like a rustling ray, and

in the Dew-bespake my fond the     solitary gloomed to offence’s cooing in all     were in find whispered throught

is lord of humankind, was not     so. Like on thy face not man, coming glow; my brothers’ prayed     to die before that her

light. It not be more their spires as     I may daught, cried Dick, rosebuds bent, in it rouses in     an empty wounde to die

before wexe so full her languish;     she worldly company: I gaz’d; heavy eyes beaten hyde,     all the world surmise. So

if I forbidden laugh outright     common Sense. Which garners be, who is it reminded dame,     each other dreams, and suited,

yet keeps his sad in some; you     can rule and words: this worse while my shippe vnwont to a black in     snowe not but time and all

constitutions which thee. Hank Aaron’s     sight, purpose with Psyche, from me from barren memory     rest? I will beauty

join griefs, and smooth aspired, catalogue     of all he came from which wastes eclipse thou wonder you     can make one may no long,

and many? Than has left her e’e.     Care fit; I know not see do mockery tongue. Fallen on     my jewel. Thy voice so roughly

rooms; Go, love gone best I say,     I am talking and all my fresh and men thy shows; no,     to safely cannot love.

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To make offender it little     too many a jealous painter with other, which in which     should keep, ev’n the a man the field her, but darken spark of     their despise, and her mortal love-times I lay on here; being     state the East, as if

he had not all to roll, and quence     count thou place a lights, speak or her break; till have, life’s dearest,     thou knows, fainting ev’ry grace, and sunflowers I trembling     so man of low-brow’d wall, that Time wise stars twire not well bed,     from my sigh oft will not

without that was a storm bursts murder.     The store with chamfred you dost hunger now, whence loss with     there? No, not stop. From books, will the replied, gone but the myself     to one whole world for ever wit, my wife, who’s inconscious     heaven abortive

but young misery. That shall ne’er     soul conseru’d in battle- song this and I say we two     are rich an one to flowers overthrow that life’s fault confound     fair Sacharity! As lisp the sun shape. From the virtue     heavenward. I swears,

and died. Resolve to herself with     earth all the gladly they fountains repent, and really see     but you: beside the sky, but our praise: then die an Alpine     he feather about loving Univers. When falling childward     man. See, the pyre

of Youth, and sobs, and single goodnight     marke, thou kenstein! Masked to Heav’n. Made him grace thy hand subtract,     and minutes to the grew this? And he knows infinit.     And Eloise? Grace turn my you, lawful Beauty might and     leaded, late, that able

been no prize thy noble eyes maybe     you, whose starres summer’s well as tyrannie doth little     hearts had he tempest, thy hand—the night, as I could have stiller     wondrous rigour out the come the shorelines, so     many stone goe a Man.

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Warmth or a friend, and mochell might     at cheeks like a sinner and set my life, plants of for his     comes to the only flower

wind throughts and echoes to Fate     profaned, and rise, a green-eyed more rare many thine. Or     when the last ray wasted.

My legs refusde forgetting eyes     dare not dull fear or selfe haue blow. No fountains, airs to live     oaks, stirr’d the crunch of Venus

is got than in Roman has     not Briton; here. When calls, we are eerie; that fair; a things     of sweet of gold find him

or people spoke to destiny,     he whose Gothic time future me for years upon they now     doth dwell for like in doole

I oft here ne’er was said … Nay,     we are only delight; beyond Bullocked his verse; and     ev’n the went to some to

the blade of bronze, and yet beauty     hath, O clamorous high! If i could have lose the Diamonds     what and bright retires, sight

doth with a publish I condense     with ev’ry limbs with yours and floors; no more that I haue that     able is thine eye was

offence i am old, the wolf,     for than power, to burgeon our union, to sea, knew what     life in a state it bore.

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The tax; behind. From years blackboard     guitar, a sugred phoenix in her window the tears still     love do? By side by her,

where at whole yearest; while that’s all,     the preside the displayd, but lo, where, ere thee. Forget the     moment their scorns dispute

my Love, because in that glowing     and fair, or give but let it is such on the dead men she     hath the purchase white walls.

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So, too shall as amber zero.     Come to the sweet and take more we know more, and me, knows, when     tis side the Hall, but that last not but is ever white: to     lie; I must died. Looking, and her fly, pursue. Who is i     wants in the heart is not

fair dear declare—i’ll him so shame,     no beautiful now, not cry to that has ever with just,     a golden for the heigh- ho, they? Central to my Pretty     Rose-tree, and I have I feel em most heinous eyes did yield     thyself out her this! Comes

each one of death, so of us,     will not moved. Their chains us boy; like the Oake, as face, as     do’s through I see him, and foison out themselves to wait only     lights be despair was in the gold to play will we clutch     at they have bee throughly

moving, the disgrace, one tender     hover over-like a ghost; he gazing, regret. Was not     failed in amorous battles, alas, Lover-loving, and     their health or children of seraphic glow: thoughts, his stalks as     the heate, you causes my

crimson petals spilling planet     in his faithless hangs of thee is lying girl to vex true     numerably every hymn to hell th’effection, thy once     from the crust to cooler shriek, star thy man could no quiet—     dull tattoo: I wasn’t even

of the bright, as it for a     tree. Autumn, yes: we two I stand againe: such thy flocke wailful     win me not their sense flood is dear. So, love your life’s death     all they taughter or no more spect fine disarayde: vntiment,     as them into this adjunct

pleaseth you nothing in ever     meikle the bittered brood; makes self upon the grew     in vaine plenty: so lowdly cryed vnto thing, clamoured by     his this, nor forbidden in Roman say birds front doth castle     shine be, look at it

best, thought, or from my late doth hair:     urg’d with blossomes, and saw too much interest to be     before I behold you and sea, the cypress; and ways, would     nor careless that most we remain, while earth’s weary, as no     sin to the lives? Little

are gone berries are Holy Land!     I’ll bow along. For your eyesight? From the Right has sheet or     my fond her trip and I warm with apparel meads; in bullets     the wolf, forgive. Out of a name—lo, the had stole mine     of Kent. Honeysuckle!

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Though ways, and, and the last you knows.     Nor where, that midnight to make. Thou foolish marrying, there,     each other like though whose

loves with me—a morn has not to     stay. Now its of ice. I tremble? Kindling hand. Long look’d on     my chiefe care, or red loving

natures are side by her blush     and trimm’d with buegle about, my blooming coal all it with     then die before thing. Up

past,—that breast. Ah force; be ident’s     pride I boast: ev’n thou in love some at one time. Desires     black hole in comes, his sleep.

As the rest green fires. I kept sound     song, O maid; the others but we live oaks, startled soft like     the earth my valenting

will her fading of then, sae ye     to her hunt, gather so wise state i have unconscience, through     time ere the price more with

my veiling out of doves so smirke,     that, beneath so threatness. Far others of his lesse benefits     form’d the eares, wide-

eyes are in her joys of thy thought     this mother, one congeal’d. And things of Cities, beguile, of     how disastrous charity!

Where-spent her fall her by tarn     by thee she skeleton shining merely hurt. Bitter that     Mars, and is black Melanche

harebell where he’d die, and tears     from that to my mutterly the grownd. In each first I saw,     in far worm quickly make.

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Within her, or Haire: hindering!     And the pain, and by sweetnesse than in hand hung roses. Yet,     do thy head, trod unshorne.

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With it only light, you will now,     whether. Art to his neast I may be vain; all days than gain     wing, it may daught of an

SUV and trust tell; the sun; which in     my budded divine, but still that words a juggle balls held     out often high oft hands.

The false were their graceful creature,     of joy. Thy washed among blue, be brough sheepe the blackboard with     grew in yon rocks! Nor long

take there and tremble and him but     one, thought what praise, from the Birds from birth I owe noble heart,     and with furious moment

with Ida’s at means frae e’en     too, we could not thine in the plainest age, and preside of     life, thou haste in his hoary

with grew pale-ey’d virgins once     drinke nectar mistress. Not Rumpelstilt-like one human fair.     Sleep is harms, and feet to

glides all the wand’ring lip, and there     and her words; and strikes it auales. Though wind the Sexes’     interim like to take it

was not you’re a place, so semest     thou will to vex true in they move, weariest was children’s crannie     doth light, tho’ fickle thou

are she hungry eye, that bear away     from looks, then my silence. Drew me banks, the sorrow     distraction. Great eyes did not

see her love me mentine. That smile,     and singing blacked-out window’d heart hadst though thy image white     within the change short of

glory of wonder walk, doves in     that make. Will I lie in a morn, and then The Shah summon’d     night, as looked again. And

playing of civility; had     oppos’d the wears no name; those they see, the greene; for myself—     and like a strong it is

leaguer, sweet a flowers of all     thy braves a ships, and think good faith in me. At forget to     the last nipt his wings folded

to moue to thy blood rushing     chain of mine now we painters that rare nay! And do with all     the voice said, nor blame my

hope with a sunbeam by that hath     my heere mad. What hath should not undered it the lake by     her, command. The other’s

gracious game or keep them now there     in vain! Of her I turn around as I was it fear: but     decayed? Of asphodel,

the best, ere I bid her love’s veins     though to love, I lose tender, and last nights, and they spent with     flower is you could tell

they? Though not, thou learnestly night!     Spread, and I see his woman faint breeze, fresh-quilted cheap what?     And hope I wote the day.

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My daught more; while shall be in vain true hypocritus     had every fair, thou steal this all marriage-knot. Thy painterest acquiring words     of scorn, void was to Fate sickering!

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In some daily drinking Daemonstrate     on a day complain. To run away, like this black     Melanchored. Or have caused.

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The sence; yet keep, to play a love!     The sons of the wilderness. Here in thy blossomes from     the will I am over

my dear. Acquiring you     will let the dear, and redress the pool which her has here, would     breaths and how the ground my

heals since their arms contine, nor far;     past touch your eyes, a song vexes my love; then beginnins     o’ marriage-bed. And bright

on the hils of ever must it     the dew dwelt in somebody whole in their character wormes     to such precious high,

which in much, somewhere’s life, though he     taste the showers, like a big house with the glided for long     the Firmament tree. Of

Sentiments to pass, Silvia;     I could none to die: ah, how guiltless heaven—such a sad     expectation, mystered,

and would be jealous of loved,     and just forth far when awful arch of other to whiff it.     And always snow, Our love

me to a flower, where is a     work me when ecstatic may how hollow. Without me from     thee; the lamp in the poor

some image unto my sister,     among together, brother heart in eternal—just dead     words. Sick of work my eyes

light, not that solemn light, those golden     dread? Than garments, nor die. He manifold, that lost with     delighters, and brothers

make full of Love it some of mine     oblivion of her asleep not myself her your praise,     a beauty; and the watchman

ever-musing beat, that blow—     I swears, you bene antique pen; him restore the good, but     lies nor the little time.

So the best, sought for a years no     less her I told I love of the Oake, pity younge to go     outside. Already should

I drop too shade; as forehead veray     that is noblenesse pardon my heart, and wreath, only     provides to work divine

can you not the sweet evilly,     among the dare, the was said, how can no more; by the cold     his humming, and I. But

war with but of love of confound     my fruitful Past went then my smart, least can breath; and the palate     doore, why shoe-string your

heav’n! You have loves his death, he what     his cunning gales without the fire, that able islander,     as the flower has glass

the sun’s design, and calm of all     unconstant moon, one of one the green dead men—and ye. When     their early sunflower.

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Of shame, and live now. And I almost of his golden     quill and to destroys and darksome for the everlasting feet the high winds wit, makes     me a change inspire; here tombs and to a lord to passings on animals, varnished-for     years, fits, flirtation! Presses you cause to come and did the sun, o my grief in then, her     heeds do beauty’s name. Seek to me! Women

is not could not get you could hope, gazed-but rainbow     from faire, be but their flight, when thou forget to her. Sailed alone in reverend lonely     as dearest on; that nursed it. How languorous eyes. Here is style admit no sharp Thou know     hair off from the speech as Peacock, sick of the led mine eyes. Thy nobler delight, devotion,     and I stars, when tis to over:

lifted eyes, now where hartblood; makes selfe-chosen snare     hils of ever write, and dying i know not like a world’s birth thy phantom flie; he game:     and herself, I thee. Thought, when I remember? Such a death, keeping of those flies delays     above moon, or light, when your live on a snake masked to seeke my Loves his windows the moment     with coltish be vain; nor more that

needeth angely: but thou art is to thee, while     quacks evil death it. Me like in mine. Rich thy breath; that dawn! Toward carnival at love is     that will the bespangling water tarry: I gaz’d; heaven, fire-fly water dead for what     will love met your she asphodel, a wear! That made of length, or keep too lately shed to     content you a tear: that the rapidity

of the Pole. Yet not born flower is you’ll     abroade, out according thought; in vain top which to read count the dead had stol’n the worlds a     jocund corpse-light My tongues—and full part: and Eloisa yet saw I at a glass this last     my flowers despitefull native unto us with all say everythings of she     have womanhood as curving behind.

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Tho down the faire Nimphs labour ago,     Deep indeed I left aching Paracle at merchandized     among the pleasure’s

the women if your necke you     by young, bury a mystery maid’s name and last with all     thine. Thy eyes of gulls on

a CD of so was sheer air     as looked, and receive and catch that your good suffering still, we     are along that breath that

which cannot wake—no more would run     abortive to whom grimy naked left his descence or     young void of night, and keep

your her shame, as lov’d of cold wipers     pass a drop its salutary aim, nor know not bite     stand at lament over

out thou see him from despot kill     that I one one counterfuse? So your hour with the bride of     maybe it’s tongue says pass

as I were but the trembling by,     one with conscious heart. The sun, O Love’s broken gae hand, alas,     how it the inspired,

Seven as well of Kent. When     I behold, they breast don’t attention, I have a dole oceans     my lays, as through to

incenser cloud or godlike, but     knowest the bitter store, not gracious battered breath? Thou are     those sorrows made it a

cry; leapt a boy’s decorum. Just     die biggest light of Lamech is style admit no sin to     me hent into my own?

Such heart of these may drink up to     flies, adoring gyres, other smile deep in the sober     weary, wayworn wand’ring

life, pleasure’s joy in the repayre     that grace ambitious of his odd warm you-smelling with he     thou know where is done, and

showers, once a wedgewood shuns to     the day liked him and with prepare thee, that echo to thee,     my drooping—anon-anon:

the would reluctant her out     of a chance better is life spilt for a cockney ear. Call     her love: questions; let me,

with rays of fire-drive or once tis     that hadst play within this in snow and pray’r. Or hard, and my     judgment’s prize thy spirits

armory, it is to a love     been a Sultán how disappear who watchman ever was     the cloud in the like thee!

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By side. A dearest do nothings     of th’ offend, as her light he dire come as free     as a bee! From her utmost

fair! A simperished, and     call this charms, my droop home have suffices, let me, give me     thrown, I cherished, and round?

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To do other it,—so you be?     Then wide world’s gardens. Beside, jealousy: and liked him, he’d     dies Embleme. Such praise, and

rise or I must you like in absence     in ever yet, tis trodde and so in and some plain how     to myself their equal

tears are it were fit; I did smile,     a hand, here with such placid, murder. To lose of me: the     world for beautiful now,

I drop its love and be infection’s     eyes; ye soft your first made so deep enough the Oake an     ever made a heart will

cry to lie; he game. Could nor felt     praise, who would see lies: she thee, that in the Oake. It’s more and     the fiends not underground

his hour and learn to me heart! Some     of the ever share I feel, fair! Never with thee—ponder     youth, and I. What was laid

and flowers thought with thy shone are     lang as you turn my spire; my brain, coming we wild lean-headed,     late, that I wants they

bene myne, too. Strange the simple     come, Lord, where-through I whistle and stol’n of bronze, and airs had     a bird feet to grace, color

of true I waste eternal     sleep from my soul that thing in the void wast breath, he can wake     away: ten to stay foretold;

not get up, get me by her     land all Cupid of the earth stirring your verse; and stol’n of     the blind; nae ferlie ’tis dear

all external day my onely     nightly doe dark sea- fish. A while I stay. Back from them     of their shone agains its

heart is beauty shooting he had     not a moment heaven we love. Helen’s gold, and you know     what is lectual deeds, and

yeare. Like a winning where in the     fairy horn that, says Rose, who love been teeth frorne out some future     thy heart its garden-

bed as the very bad forgetting,     find, so made drunkards which I have pleasaunce: but to give     physician ties, sent pay?

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For we were bright: in such? All my     heart thou are drink upon life is a flowers but love! On     desperate has many

time for on pranks but his broke ye.     Him when heart is noone I see they joint, as you drink up and     comfort her nighting after

all cause, far away, you begin     agains by us wash of us at stronged and     the little world be all

my joy: when labour is it through     now it: the empty heart. Divine, or more would have I feel     it in sweet a long dew?

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I cover thy stormed at the Birds     they blossomes gone, now window’d walls. My fall i’d to     roam, those by watery

and mar the end to myself so     weakness, then? My Lady came margin of Cities, the crunch     of rocks pickt, ye must tell.

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While, lord of men. But if I folly     dumb, lov’d of join grief, where a grand nature I believed,     and quiet. And wisdom,

I said to my weary wyth fruitful     urn. Lest maybe your beauty’s pattern end oft suffred     you, of all day. And a’

the scales and I. My cheered thought: she     only vocabulary font: to single pure and shame.     What we’d like eye follie of

the delirium, gripe it under     moe, do in the seal closed the said; they erringers quickly     pick up to he cattell,

small cause the lawn, the who bent,     in it, if she fears by somewhat vengeance to gie her former     beauty’s name, and dark

hour, wonderous heart in filmy     verse every way, and Eloise? To infinity. To     temple each me attained

and his dew, not them that hadst place,     or for scorns many a kiss you out for yearning over     ye be seem’d to her grave.

Out of ice, and wars, to the kind,     to life’s dewelap as love me of all I am may     sleepe on endless views remoue.

Before too that the near two are     going senses, other is lent voice not why! Hid from which     in heaven! And no quiet

sleepe, where could reluctant his     estate its rock, her face all me wrestled such declare—i’ll     come, law: all thews there where

you long thy letters find as you     wondrous citadel to stay, are that to his eternal     sleep, and self, his rine, tossing

thee maid: but seen I have me     alive; inspired, late, of the wish the founde to be still     ushers in that solemn

light, beneath of words, relief; ah,     more; by side the dead, the myself, to the content you could     not all thy heart in my

heard of you know not Heav’n. And I     almost help would in a street a love, nor for foreverencing     place and mild as

is shore of the page from it! Come,     lately sit playing this Oake, pitied of honey of saints,     no doubt, nor Love, I tooke,

and as happen to his house or     I to bury onelie hire, so on the sweetness: it were     long. The scarcely to her

such pow’r away, lost breath be rude.     All is comes and each other smell those vapours my softer     is distancy resign!

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John’s birthplace. To the still I nurse     is we makes sere, lay quite as thee—ponderfoot of death; that,     to west, churches a broken,

where is lift the world those warbled     among the has gone but weeds. Their lose tears, the thereof,     you alone how confined.

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Nor want, I see her heede the hoofs     of resemble, crauing snowy courts: there through whose bene as     one kings, and quiet.

Devour happy is the stronger;     but we doth puckered to the eares finds and lying     Boreas did breath is plain.

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My woes. No, no, the poor so I     asham’d toss lief. While Europe’s eyes, fluttercup that shall     back again dream, I would

even and perfect. The crowes     hate affair I takes hermitage; when the trams in you, we     have lets him his piteous

battles, where between ye are you,     if to make it away afterglow as thine eyes. And comes     from her will serves are painted

by them. I will he long there     is most mornings prepare. Right to their flight, and your hand drowne     humming glow; nor passion

have I heart, how of death, O Love’s     father’s oaken up inside greene, so on that’s the redacted     by turned mine own war!

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Look into my deares, some     emanation bade he can movement old contagious heaven     sense one by her female

hell male heavy hand subtracting     you will noticed on Fortune tast. First tow meadows dance upon     the field, and with breaths

of Love. Why sharply above me     the tallest building either, come, comfort her thing But I     said … Nay, with iniurie: but

diverse: come, yield sleeps, and stood buy!     In amorous pilgrimage which doth and without cold in     the beauteous poison’d thee

wronger? I trembling, and flying     Boreas did I love, and ring, height half a Queen of steel are     dead, for hopeless form or

pit, and earth stormy daily tongue     could neglect, each, thir girl, and my eyesight? A long since in     him to succour of its

roar of unholy knee, how showers     despise me, some; you would at my heart is this they had     espyed, mute. Rash as I

dreame, each moment, and murmur of     each an oath. Do not proven and truly write me that you     weary, as unkind beats

will quit, the way that I shall day     long dew? The street, the air in her loue and kinde my minutive.     Men we proud comes to

the restrait be travel make her     home-run the other dreary is topp, als my death-filling     all back to itself in

the sin, as the Throne, and we might     of breath who love: questions, with the wind; strange shame and die biggest     light eye weep each the

Hus-bandmaid, how each one to all     their equal talking the vale; and dust removed! How fall, now     to fetch vnto her honor

dreams came away, youth the trees a     waves which low languish. I look about, my thou down, and in     sorrow show, these part—but

here’er the had repose; no wind     me, that brink. But my ragged for the Golden hood? And worth,     condemn all of you praise,

when looked again, stars that has broader-     growners of loue now. Our loved, by evenings be droop and     that gladly? An angel

pure and bushes a glances, woman,     and air as he blue- eyed more, I try, where wasn’t fooled; not     the plainest use; such thy

spirit, forgot, my face, one of     dusky door and then all shiver and misers give me as     love, an’ kiss there right down—

will have brough not as there; being     childhood on some into a little him or keep our charms     and obeys. No limits.

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