#ReRe answers

[tonystarktogo]

PLEASE continue As Subtle As Cognitive Recalibration. I’m missing 2012 avengers with 2023 shenanigans so bad

Natasha would like to say that she notices something is off immediately—and if anyone asks that is what she will claim and good luck trying to prove otherwise—but the truth is it’s not until a good five minutes after Clint has woken up, heavily concussed and beat up but himself, in the back of their not-quite-stolen getaway car that she realizes it.

Which is a solid two hours after Stark catches on. Stark.

Granted, Natasha has had other things on her mind. Like the alien capable of mind-control getting a hold of the one person she might actually one day admit to count as a real friend without lying, should the stars align and the confession suit her purpose. Or the invading army that followed on said alien’s heels.

But that is no excuse to discard the many, many inconsistencies she’s observed but ignored or brushed off instead of questioned like her instincts have insisted with increasing alarm ever since she has watched Rogers and Banner hover over Stark like he might disappear the second they take their eyes off of him.

There’d been speculation in Rogers file that he might be positively inclined towards Stark on the grounds of his familiarity with Howard Stark but even if SHIELD’s attempt to discourage a connection with such a volatile asset had failed that still wouldn’t explain the depth of Roger’s emotional reaction to Stark.

Don’t even get her started on Banner.

Stark stands for everything Bruce Banner has done his best to avoid since he got his monstrous green personality addition. The way he has actively sought Tony Stark at his most sarcastic out makes no sense whatsoever. Nor does the tension between Banner and Rogers, that screams of frustration born out of long-held disagreements stretched out over years, not a twenty minutes long acquaintance.

And all that doesn’t touch on the fact that the Asgardian crown prince Thor has treated all of them—Stark and Natasha included—like long lost friends.

Not just in the way he’s greeted Stark with an actual hug either. Big, boisterous statements are easier to fake, though what aim such a pretense would serve Natasha doesn’t know, but it’s the little things that made her pause, almost succeeded in distracting her from her primary goal of getting Clint back.

The loaded glances. The unfinished sentences that were understood nonetheless. They way they stepped into formation reflexively the moment the explosion shook the helicarrier, like they knew where everyone else would stand. Like they’d been in that position before.

She set it aside because she needed to focus on Clint. So that is what she did.

Natasha doesn’t regret that because Clint needed her and now he’s alright. Bloodied and fucked-up but himself.

But she does regret letting all those hints go, just a little, because Clint may be himself but it only takes her five minutes in his company to know for sure that he’s not the same.

He tackles her in a hug that almost gets them killed the moment he regains consciousness—which is actually the most in-character thing she has seen him do so far—but he doesn’t tap their agreed upon all-clear signal out against her shoulder. He doesn’t flinch or tense when he catches sight of Loki—and yeah, the guy might be a victim too, but how would Clint know that? And even if he does, that still doesn’t mean no reaction to his presence at all.

Most damning though is that moment in Stark’s elevator, just before the doors open and they step out onto the roof and it’s a lightening quick motion someone else might have missed but Natasha is watching for it and she knows exactly what she’s seeing. Mere seconds before stepping into a potentially life-threatening situation, Clint doesn’t look to her. Instead his gaze flicks to Rogers, to Banner, to Thor, and he takes his cue from them.

He’s subtle about it and he does clock her and Stark too, as is only expected, but that first reflex doesn’t lie.

So while it might have taken Natasha longer to catch on than she’d prefer, she knows. The question now is what she’s going to do with that knowledge.

Natasha leans back in her seat, a position that reinforces the relaxed air she’s been so carefully feigning ever since they’ve stepped into this slightly run-down local restaurant whose staff has been handling their unexpected and strange customers surprisingly well so far, lets her gaze roam over their curious group—takes in the way Thor pushes more food onto Loki’s plate every time their wannabe conqueror finishes, how Clint keeps shooting looks at her, not so much like he’s trying to communicate and more like he’s checking if she’s still there, while Rogers and Banner throw unexpectedly cutting barbs at each other when they aren’t trying to pull Stark into a conversation—and does what she does best: she plots.

Let's be real, nothing good can come from this.

#ReRe answers #ReRe writes #oops my hand slipped #MCU #fic #as subtle as cognitive recalibration #probably not what you had in mind anon #but here have some natascha #natasha romanoff #anon

[petroltogo]

Hi! This is a bit out of nowhere but I wandered here from your AO3 account and wanted to let you know that I really love your KHR fic! The way you write the group dynamics is my favorite in general across all of them, but I'm especially in love the way you handle Lussuria and Belphegor in your Superhero verse. Whether I'm interested in the Varia depends entirely on who's writing them, and you hands down write my favorite Varia.

Hello and welcome to the madness!

Thank you so much for your lovely message. I love writing this series in particular (next to how way leads on to way and the this compass never pointed north series it’s probably my favorite atm) so it just makes my day when I hear someone else enjoys it too :)

And okay, I have a serious weakness for the Varia and adore writing them in this world, so I’m glad you like this take of them! It might take a while but I absolutely plan to add a few side-stories that will focus more on them. Lussuria definitely deserves his own fic, I just haven’t come up with the right plot for it yet. And Bel, Bel refuses to be left out of the main story, as can only be expected of the Prince.

As a fellow Varia-fan, do you know the fics by Umei_no_Mai? Because I love the deep-dive they take into Varia culture, the world-building is just *chef kiss*. I think my favorites are Obscured by Clouds for Timoteo’s well-deserved comeuppance and everything Varia, though The King is Dead (Long Live the King) is a close second. That one focuses less on the Varia though. Fair warning from someone who usually prefers Tsuna-centric fics: Tsuna is dead in the latter and plays almost no role in the former, but the in-depth exploration of those alternate scenarios more than makes up for it in my opinion.

If you have any fic recs, I‘d love to hear them!

#ReRe answers #this could've been a villain's origin story 'verse #katekyo hitman reborn #Varia #cogitrot #fic rec

[delicatebluebirdruins]

choices

in RE1 Hd remasterthere are 6 endings for Jill and Chris the canonical events are Chris saving Jill with Barry and Rebecca still being amongst the living and the mansion being destroyed after you fight the Tyrant for the second time

the endings are basically the same with the playable and supporting characters being swapped

Rebecca/ Barry can be killed in the mansion and on the helipad fighting the tyrant a second time

Jill/ Chris could be left to rot

Revelations 2 has a choice that you don't actually know is a choice until later on

you are fighting a boss (Neil Fisher) and he has Claire pinned if Claire shoots him that leads to Moira actually dying and Natalia being taken over completely by Alex Wesker

Moira shooting him leads to her being found by Evgeny who teaches her to survive and she does she finds Barry's badge and spends time looking for him and saves him and Natalia where they make their escape meeting up with Claire who turns up with a helicopter leading to another boss with Alex .Claire providing air support and Barry fighting her properly on the ground (fire bombs)

Re7 has you choose between Mia and Zoe

choosing Mia is the good ending

Zoe has Mia and Zoe die, with Mia having to be a extra boss

and Zoe does die how she looks in the boat is the same as when Marge dies we just don't see her crumble

imagine if we had a third option? and it was Ethan picking himself (its hard to realise you're infected with something if you have no idea how it is spread... the mold is somewhat airborne)

#end of zoe #in the hopes of person wondering why we could choose zoe was a option #resident evil #ethan winters #mia winters #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #chris redfield #jill valentine #i have almost all the endings for chris but jill? i have two #guess which one i have played the most? #the answer is Jill #so I need to be better with my saves so I can just make a list and go through it all from before the save #moira burton #claire redfield #barry burton #resident evil revelations 2 #rere 2 #i need to play rere 2 #i want the secret files

[dragons-bones]

how many named NPCs has Rereha slept with?

Surprisingly few--for all that Rere is a shameless hedonist who flirts as easily as she breathes, has ogled many good-looking men and women across Eorzea, and whose usual qualifications for a bedmate are only "an adult and able to verbally consent," she does have a sense of propriety of when it's actually appropriate to try to sleep with someone. This is further compounded by the fact that not everyone she finds attractive is someone she necessarily wants to bang (personality clashes, yo) and not everyone she'd be DTF is interested in her in turn.

Of the various MSQ and side quest characters she has in fact slept with:

Thancred (once, and it was weird; they work better as the Scions' pair of shameless flirts tag-teaming off one another)

Moenbryda (very athletic, very awesome, Rere was walking funny for three days)

Leofard (regular FWB)

Radlia (only once, a shame, Rere would be down for more assignations)

Nero (very sporadically, usually only when they're both Bored and Nero's got a new "invention" to test)

Reyna Breakhook (Rere has zero idea about how she funds her fishing expeditions, they've merely run into one another in various taverns over the years; sometimes they bang, sometimes they just drink and swap traveling stories)

Cyella (before and after "Shadow Walk with Me")

Radovan and Sophie (separately and together, 10/10 highly recommended experience)

As a note: Rereha is aromatic, and all of her sexual encounters are precluded by a brief discussion to make it clear that Rere is here for a fun time and a fun time only.

#anonymous #dt answers things #final fantasy xiv #oc: rereha reha #ty for the ask! #i really had to think hard about this #because rere definitely finds EVERYONE attractive #but for her that doesn't necessarily translate into her actually /sleeping/ with them #and like #they are so many npcs out there she would find personally off-putting and vice versa #or if she found them hot there's generally a fairly good reason she's mentally classified them as 'off-limits' or 'hard no'

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

at the very least if not metaphor ya got p3r to look forward to :DDD

:'D

*sobbing* Maybe. But P3R are going through a messy divorce. Refan is my only hope atm. TT0TT

#anyway we're fighting over who's taking the kids #P3R says they want them all but I KNOW they're going to abuse them and lock them in a basement somewhere ;w; #you can't take the kids Rere! #'are you still gonna buy it silly?' most likely #i'm going through it ok? TT0TT #p3r is the it's so over/we're so back meme for me #except it's mostly been it's so over TT0TT #silly asks #silly answers

[standardlovers]

teddyyy *blows you a kiss*🌜

what’s a ship you like that most people don’t?

what’s your favorite headcanon of [jegulily]?

what was your first ship, and what fandom is it from? but make it first 3

hiiii lune <33

ship i like that people dont... bc of this ask ive learned nobody likes rere which i think is so neat!!

jegulily hc, ive said it to u before and i will repeat it often, theyre a dancing in the kitchen kinda relationship, theyre the kinda couple (throuple?) that cook together and dance in the kitchen,

hmm.... my FIRST 3? im gonna say my very first was dhr, my second was probably everlark?, and i think third wouldve been lucaya from gmw

ship asks

#fyi i never called them rere until shan said it #asks #lune #sorry this one took all day to answer but remembering where my shipping journey started was hard

[messylustt]

obsessed ( simon says… ) — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : scream maybe you shouldn’t have picked up that call, or chose to play that game. but there’s no backing out now, even if ethan’s requests…escalate.

contents : knife play. making out (ofc). dub con. sexual ‘simon says’ game. possessive ethan. wc 3.2k.

pt one pt two pt three

“simon says…touch your knees.” ghostface—ethan—says through the phone.

you scoff, bending slightly down to touch your knee. “both of them. put me on speaker.”

you do as he says, resting your phone on the kitchen bench. to a neighbour you probably looked stupid, touching your knees in your kitchen.

“how many rounds?” you ask, awaiting his next request.

“until i get bored.” ghostface answers, as you clench your teeth. “simon says, take off your jacket.”

you remove your jacket, resting it beside your phone, as you lean against the counter. “i’m going to easily win this, ethan.”

“i wouldn’t be so sure.” he chuckles. “simon says, tie your hair up—in a ponytail.”

you shake your head in confusion, but do so, wrapping your hair tie around your hair. “you're gonna get bored easily.”

“will i?” he probes. “simon says, turn off the lights.”

you narrow your eyes.

“chickening out?”

you scoff, turning to the large light-switch, flicking down. you get enveloped in darkness, with the exception of the moon shining outside. “good.” Ghostface speaks as you walk back to your phone.

“simon says, grab a knife.”

you halt. “what?”

“simon says. grab. a. knife” ghostface repeats. you gulp. ethan said he didn’t want to kill you. god, he wasn’t gonna make you kill yourself…was he? you wouldn’t do it, obviously. but still, it’s hard to think of Ethan as someone so sadistic.

you walk to your knife block, picking out a reasonably large one. you spare a chuckle. “are we going to spar?”

“i’m not in your apartment.” he responds. “yet.”

you suck in a breath. “alright, next request.” you're feeling stupidly assured. and you’ll soon realise how stupid your assurance is.

“simon says, go to your room.”

you grab your phone as you make your way through your dark house. “you’re not in there…are you?”

“wow, you really don’t listen to a word i say.” ghostface says, as you reach your doorway, you reach to flick the light switch when he stops you. “keep it off.”

it’s probably better this way. easier to imagine that this isn’t happening at all. you walk further in. “shut the door.”

you continue, ignoring his request. “simon says, shut the door.” ghostface reiterates impatiently. you hold back a smirk as you rere back to shut your bedroom door.

“this is a game, ethan. not just you ordering me around.”

“mm,” ghostface hums slowly. “simon says,” he bites out. “sit on your bed, facing the door.”

you hold down your questions of confusion, as you slowly take a seat, rubbing your hands down your jeans, as you keep the knife placed beside you. “ethan, what's the point of this—”

“feel free to back out. but that means you don’t win.” you knew he was baiting you, manipulating you, but you needed to win. you sit straighter, trying to appear more confident. you had to have the group's own knowledge of ethan, before he hurt any of them.

“next request.”

ethan is smirking on the other line, excited for what was to come next. you were just so committed to helping your friends, such an admirable quality. but how far would you go for them?

“simon says…take off your shirt.”

there's a moment of silence as a thought you stupidly hadn’t thought of hits you. it was idiotic to think ethan wouldn’t use this game to his advantage. he had kissed you—three times now. you take a breath, before lifting the hem of your loose top. you hear a small, almost inaudible intake of breath on the other line. you're still in your bra, of course. it’s like you're wearing a bikini top…just more lacy, you think to yourself.

“alright—”

“take off your bra.” ghostface—ethan—cuts in.

you tilt your head. “what was that?”

you can hear him growl in irritation. “simon says; take off your bra.”

“i feel like there should be a request limit. you could carry this on forever. it's a little unfair.” you tease the clip of your bra, popping it, but keeping the cups to your chest.

you hear ethan scoff on the other line. “fine. i get 20.”

“20?” you raise a brow. “i’d say more like 7. you’ve already used a few.”

“jeezus christ.” ghostface groans. then it hits you. why was ethan so eager for you to remove your bra? he can’t…see you. you gaze around your room, looking for security cameras. you stop on one directly above your bedroom door. you narrow your eyes at it, and you catch ethan chuckling.

“yes, i can see you, y/n.”

you straighten, cursing yourself for not seeing the obvious. of course he was watching you.

“i’ll settle for 15.” ghostface says. you look away from the camera, mulling it over. “fine, 15 requests, but you’ve already used some.” you hum, counting in your head. “about 9. you have 6 left.”

ethan clenches his jaw in slight annoyance but answers anyway. “fine, 6.”

you feel satisfied, confidence filling you again. you can get through 6. “you haven’t completed my 9th request.” ghostface says, making you glance down at your still covered chest. you harshly breath, cursing under your breath, and ignoring the way your lower stomach heats up.

you slowly drop your bra, trying not to curl into yourself. “your 10th?” you quickly ask.

there's a moment of silence on ethan’s end, as you assume he’s just watching you. “ethan?”

“so impatient.” ghostface breathes. “simon says…touch you breasts—play with your nipples.”

“i feel like that could be two requests.”

“no it fucking isn’t— touch yourself.” the impatience in his dark voice has you reaching for your breasts. you ignored the pull of your morals, telling you how wrong this was. this was to help your friends.

you squeeze your breasts, the cold air having made your nipples turn hard. you brush your thumbs over your peaks, trying to swallow the shudder. you can hear heavy breathing on the other line, as you pinched your nipples, rolling them between your fingers. pleasure shocks shoot through you, but you do your best to ignore the want to relax onto your bed. you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, or that view. though you're sure the view is nice enough as is.

you then lower your hands, away from your tits, and hear him groan. “11th?” you breathe, trying to hide your growing breathy tone. christ. the heat had spread through you, pooling down into your panties. you gulp.

ethan’s breath’s are heavy on the other line as excitement courses through him. “widen your legs, touch yourself inside your jeans.” then he quickly corrects himself, gulping. “simon says…do that.”

you hold back a scoff, as you drag your hand down to the zipper of your jeans. “slowly.” ghostface warns.

you slow your movements, unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down. you widen your legs, as you support yourself back with one of your hands, the other sinking into your panties. “simon says—tell me how wet you are…and why.”

you suck in a breath. this was the last thing you wanted to reveal to him. “be honest.” you can hear ghostface—ethan—shift over the phone. his tone is still modulated but way more breathy. you gulp down your pride and speak.

“i’m s-soaking.” your finger grazes across your clit.

“through your panties?”

you nod in response and ethan growls. “why?”

you had to say it. “because of…” you gulp. “because of you.” you're rubbing your clit now, as your pleasure begins to override your pride and morals.

you hear a breathy choke followed by a gulp. “what about me?”

“that's— more than your request.”

ethan has to hold back from marching into your apartment, grabbing your throat, and finishing you off himself. orgasm wise, not death. soon; he thinks to himself as he palms his dick through his jeans.

“simon says, finger yourself. insert two pretty fingers.”

your pussy is weeping and you're scolding yourself for it. you shouldn’t be turned on by a fucked up version of a children’s game, especially when its controlled by a killer. this situation was a mess, and you hated that you were soon becoming one too.

you pass your clit to insert two fingers, making your hips shudder against your duvet. you bite your lip to hold back moans, as you begin to finger yourself, your legs spreading wider for better access.

“fuck,” ghostface whimpers, as your head lolls back a second before you try to recompose yourself. “s-simon says, taste yourself.”

you hold back a whine as you remove your fingers, your body feeling empty. you raise your hand, to see your two fingers glistening in your arousal. “lick them.” he demands. you raise your fingers to your mouth and wrap your lips around them, by your knuckle. you suck and use your tongue to remove your wetness.

ethan is falling apart on his end of the line, as he watches your eyes slightly roll. you're trying to stay as composed as you can be, and watching you slowly crack has made ethan’s dick needy.

“last re-request.” you stutter out, as you remove your wet fingers.

there’s a pause, the air feeling incredibly tense.

then… “simon says…open the door.”

you freeze, staring at the wood, closed and now eerie. shit. ethan was right outside… wasn’t he? you had thought about him coming to your apartment after…all that. but that doesn’t mean you're anymore prepared.

you look at your phone to see that he’s hung up. you stand, looking at the knife. you grab it, taking a breath, and ignoring the pressure of an unfinished orgasm between your legs. you hesitate, all the possible; good and bad; swirling around in your head.

then it’s immediate…

ethan is opening the door, grabbing your jaw and wrists, pushing the knife away from him while also pulling you towards him. you stumble, your naked breasts hitting his clothed chest. you hiss as your nipples graze against the material. ethan is holding your cheeks between his fingers as he shuts the door behind him with his foot. he’s holding your wrist with the knife in your hand out to the side, his grip strong and unwavering.

“don’t tell me you were about to stab me?” ethan mocks, tilting your chin higher up to meet his gaze.

the moonlit atmosphere is making him look almost ethereal, if it weren’t for the crazed look in his eyes. he pushes you closer to your bed, making the back of your legs hit against it. he presses himself into you, as he gets the knife out of your grip.

“why did you ask me to get a knife if you didn’t expect me to use it?” you ask, as ethan stares down at your tits. he shoves you onto the bed, before hovering over your body.

“when i asked you to grab a knife i didn’t have harm in mind.” ethan hums as he brushes the flat side of the knife across your cheek, the cool metal making your shiver. he then leans closer, shifting the knife to reach one of your breasts. you stiffen. you should feel scared and you do, but not as much as you should. another feeling is creeping up on you fast, the burn between your legs still extremely prominent.

“e-ethan” you gulp as you feel the cool metal brush across your nipple. you unintentionally arch as a whimper leaves your mouth. ethan grins as he breathes across your lips.

“you don’t know how hard it was to stay put as I watched you touch yourself.” ethan darts his tongue out to lick your bottom lip as you whimper against the playing knife. “i wanted my hands to be feeling you, licking your taste of my own fingers.”

you shudder, as ethan moves down to wrap his mouth around your free nipple. the contrasting temperatures make your eyes roll.

“you looked so edible doing what you were told.”

“i-it was a game.”

“that you played very well.” he praised, as he licked your nipple. you jolt, your back arching off the bed.

“i thought you’d be more difficult, since you never seem to listen to me.” ethan speaks to your skin. “but look how obedient you are right now.”

“i’m not, your just— oh.” you moan ethan bites your nipple. pain an pleasure shoot through you.

“i’m sorry i didn’t quite catch that.”

“you mother—” you cut yourself off as the knife grazes your throat. still in use of the flat side, but the sharp edge is still seen as a threat to you. you gulp, as ethan notices your nearly fearful eyes.

he reaches your face again, looking down at you as he brings the knife away. his elbows are by your head as he cages you in. your breathing is rapid, and your body is on fire.

“your scared of me?”

“no I’m not.”

“just a little bit.” ethan says softly. He then kisses your lips, a gentle brush, making your head spin. “i’d never hurt you. you know that right?”

you focus on ethan’s eyes as he watches you. he then leans down to your ear, his hand reaching down to the top of your jeans. “i only want you to be writhing in pleasure, y/n.”

ethan then pulls down your jeans. over much better morals you slightly raise your hips. ethan smiles, as he tosses your pants to the side. he’s now kneeled on the bed. your legs between his open ones. he’s looking down at you with a tilt to his head. then he brings the knife into your vision.

you gulp as the metal lowers to your pussy. but ethan only cuts the material if your panties, pulling them away to leave you bare.

ethan then pulls his top over his head. you hadn’t expected Ethan to look so… you hope your not fucking drooling. ethan grins down at you as he unbuckles his belt.

you shudder as it makes a snap at how fast he removed it. he then unbuttons his jeans, but stops to move his legs. he now sits, both feet on the floor as he ushers you over by a head tilt.

ethan grabs your hair, and that’s when you remember you tied it up. ethan asked you to tie it up.

he pulls you to the floor as you fall to your knees. “fuck.” ethan breathes as you look up at him.

“you were prepared.” you say, talking about your hairstyle.

ethan smirks. “i’m always prepared. though, the bigger question, is are you?”

ethan pulls his cock out of his pants, as it stands tall and proud. you gulp, wide eyes staring. ethan’s hand tightens around your ponytail at your expression. “you don’t know how long I wanted you like this.” he hisses out. then he brings you closer, your mouth millimetres from where he needs.

your breath hits the tip of his cock, as his breathing shudders. “christ.” he moans as you finally wrap your lips around him. so delicate at first, just kitten licking the pre-cum off. ethan’s hips buck up desperately. And you finally sink down onto him. your cheeks hollowing out.

“oh— fuck.” ethan moans as you begin to bob your head up and down. ethan’s hold around your ponytail tightens and loosens depending on the pleasure that wracks through his body.

“god, look at you. drooling all over my c-cock. Shit.” ethan gulps. “you look so fucking pretty, so pretty.” he whines out as your pace picks up.

you then deep throat him, gagging around his head. ethan’s mouth hangs open in pleasure as sweat glistens his forehead. “how are you— fuck— how are you so good at this?” ethan musters, through his pathetic moans.

then a blinding pleasure shoots through him, as he thrusts his hips into you.

breathing hard you lean back, swallowing and wiping your bottom lip. ethan feels dazed as he stares at you. shit, he’d never orgasmed so hard.

he reaches forward to wipe away a spot you missed. you then grab his finger with your teeth, sucking his cum off. “y/n—“ ethan chokes out.

ethan then swiftly grabs your chin, pulling you up to stand as he swings you back onto the bed, underneath him. he crawls atop of you, his pants now gone, as he rips a condom packet between his teeth. rolling it onto his dick, he grabs your thighs, pulling you closer.

he’s directly in front of your lips when he speaks. “where did you learn that?”

you gulp. “you’re a little too good with your mouth.” ethan speaks, each letter hitting your lips. “can you show me again—what you did with you tongue?”

ethan then pushes the tip of his cock into you. you gasp as you grip his shoulders. “h-how?”

ethan leans closer to your mouth. “imagine my tongue is my dick, and show me.” he whispers the last words before he kisses you.

you were rather experienced with giving him head. how many other guys have felt what he felt? he kisses you harder, pushing himself all the way in.

you moan into his mouth, but he stays kissing you, swallowing all the sounds escaping you. “show me.” he says again breaking away for a second.

he wanted to know exactly how skilled you were. he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, as you panted. but you do as ethan says, and lick the tip of ethan’s tongue. ethan has to hold down whimpers as the feeling of you around his dick sends stars into his mind.

you move your tongue to trail down his as you kiss him harder. you keep swirling and circling as ethan tries to not let his eyes roll. he breaks always from your mouth a second to thrust hard into you, making your nails scratch down his shoulder blades.

“fucking hell y/n.” ethan breathes against your open, panting mouth. “you do know what your doing with that tongue. who the fuck else has felt it?”

“w-what?”

“your tongue—who else has felt it?” he speaks harsher as he thrusts into you.

your a mess, a whimpering mess underneath ethan. “tell me.”

“a f-ew guys.” you manage to say in-between thrusts.

“a few guys huh?” ethan hits your g-spot harder, making you writhe underneath him.

“i need names, y/n.” ethan breathes. “fuck.” both your highs are so close.

“i don’t remember— t-them all.”

“or are you just too fucked out to think, right now?” ethan’s pacing has turned somewhat sloppy as his orgasm is at arms reach.

“god, y/n. cause i can’t have boys walking around with an experience of you. they’ve touched you. touched what’s…mine.”

you moan, trying to reach for your orgasm. ethan groans as he feels his cock twitch. “my girl, right?” he breathe-hisses. “my girl—all for me.” he kisses you, just as his high hits, yours not far after.

your both panting as the pleasure slowly falls away in waves.

“shit.” you mutter. either because of how good that felt, or because you’d just fucked a ghostface.

“i—” you gulp. “i won.”

ethan chuckles. “you’d win if you did all of my requests.”

your brows furrow, as heavy breathes still escape you. He leans down to speak to your lips again. “the last one. i told you to open the door.”

“i—” you pause, remembering. you hadn’t opened it. you hesitated and ethan had had to come in instead.

your eyes grow wide as ethan grins. you’d lost. your friends…

“but don’t worry,” ethan begins. “maybe if you ask nicely i might stab them somewhere they can heal.”

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[magic-is-something-we-create]

Writeblr Re(rere)intro that's a year late!

Hi! I'm Pax, and I write Big Books that keep getting darker and darker in subject matter 🎉🎉

Basics about me:

he/him or they/them, Mid 20s

Favorite genres: Fantasy, SciFi, Horror, Mystery

Favorite authors: N. K. Jemisin, Tamsyn Muir, Brandon Sanderson, Pierce Brown, Samantha Shannon

Other things I do: Digital art (including commissions!), Twitch streams (usually art or writing sprints, occasionally video games), digital art assets and fonts (PWYW on Ko-Fi!)

Basics about my WIPs:

THE MILLENNIUM SAGA

High fantasy/Steampunk epic, 8 books planned. Book one: Firebreathers (160k words; ~700 pages) Book two: Echoseers (148k words; ~600 pages) Book three: Goddess-Touched (15k as of posting; 3rd attempt at drafting) First person, Multi POV What starts as a simple rebellion against their local Citylord becomes a flight - and fight - for their lives, as Ember Timber, their family, and their newfound friends are forced to flee overseas from the vengeful general who will stop at nothing to earn her Eternal King's favor, and will in fact relish hunting her own son and grandchildren for sport. But along the way, the crew learns that the Eternal King's immortality was not granted in return for his success as the Chosen One long ago, as they have always been told - and the sacrifice for such a thing is not only paid dearly in blood, but on its way to being repeated.

WHISPERS

Dark fantasy Noir. Currently with beta readers. 172k words; ~750 pages. First person, Dual POV. Set in the same world as Millennium Saga, ~5 years after the series concludes. Marika Swiftfoot owes her life to the Shadow of Fowden, the sorceress leader of a terroristic crime syndicate based in the north pole. When the man she once loved finally comes to collect on that life debt ten years later, she plans to kill him the moment it's safe. Too soon, after all, and everyone else she's ever loved will join him beyond the Veil. But hate isn't the only feeling that lingers between them, and when they're offered another way out of their debts, the lives of a few innocents looks like a bargain compared to the life of cruelty ahead of them. Lorelei has been hunting the Shadow for twenty years, and looking for the sister who disappeared for thirty. And here, names are legacies: she wants to earn Hopebringer before her legs give out for good, to erase the stain her father's name has left with Vowbreaker. And for that, she sees one way forward: she must never break her vows, no matter how small. The Shadow must die, and the Whispers with her. Her sister must be found, even if all that's left to find is a story. She must find answers for every case she takes on, even if she doesn't know so much as the name of the man who's gone missing.

THE LOST

Space opera webcomic. First scene fully illustrated; will release once the first chapter is complete, a week after Patrons receive the final scene. In the far reaches of space, the term "Media Empire" is quite literal; the Watchers have extended their influence throughout their galaxy filament with the help of their beloved Coliseum, and the Champion therein. After all, having a shapeshifter capable of replicating anything leads to some gruesome, spectacular fights, made all the more heartrending when they are the last of their kind, trapped in the ship molded from their kin's corpse. But while the Watchers have total control over what happens in the pit, they cannot predict the audience. And they certainly cannot predict the malfunctioning psychic implant of an assassin in the front row, and the loss of both opponents and a long-time prisoner of war to the escape.

I also post art of all of these semi-regularly, including in-progress stuff, as well as excerpts and rambling braindumps!! I'm also a huge worldbuilding nerd, so if you ever want to learn more about the worlds I'm writing, don't be afraid to ask!! I love talking about them :D

Boosts are appreciated <3 tell me about your own WIPs in the tags/replies/wherever!! I love learning about what people are working on!

#writeblr intro #aboutthewarlord #writeblr #writblr #wip intro #??? idk how else to tag this

[sour-ggrapess]

Your writing is so good, thank you for sharing it with us :)) I’d like to request a drabble with step daddy or just mean ceo Jin where he’s already married. The premise is Jin and the reader are having freaky nasty sex and he’s being reckless cumming inside her, they’re just both being stupid but it’s hot

kook-net answered:

DADDYS GIRL

seokjin x fem! reader

A/N: I was doing a Jin one but then got this request so i shall serve this masterpiece as requested.

I DELETED IT AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Summary: step-daddy fills you up good tonight

warnings: Cheating, daddy kink, size kink, belly bulge, degrading kink, impregnation kink, impregnation.

RERE WAS LISTENING TO; that way by lil uzi vert💫

“F-fuck daddy don’t stopp” you moaned loudly as he rammed his cock in you, you could feel his tip hitting your cervix. “Shush baby you don’t want mommy to hear now do you?” You nod ur head signaling no “use ur words, cockslut” “n-no daddy, no”. “How would mommy feel huh? How would she feel that you betrayed her and fucked her husband? Huh? You could feel ur legs getting weaker, shaking and closing as he kept slamming his cock into your cervix or even deeper because you could feel him and see all the way in your stomach.

You were instantly in love with him because he was the man you so desperately needed in your life due to the lack of good men in your life. He was your ideal man, tall, older, sexy, responsible and just everything your life needed. Jin felt it was wrong to do this but he felt you loved him and deeded him deeply and he was nothing but right.

Jins thrusts got even sloppier and harder making the feeling come back, back arching off the bed and you face now buried in the pillow behind you catching you sweat and tears. Your cum spilling out on his cock as you let out a muffled moan. The sight of your fucked out little body underneath him makes him weak. His thrust sloppier as he looks at your pretty tits bounce under him. "Im gonna fill you all up with my baby's" jin growled as he bit his lip. Moans escaping your mouth left and right as his words make your walls clench around his cock.

Sweat dripping down his forehead as his mind is full of thoughts of you and him raising a family and leaving your mom to rot as he shoots a big load in you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as his semen runs into your uterus. You didn't give a fuck about pregnancy right now but jin sure did as he stuffed his cum back into you with his fingers after he pulled out.

"Good girl" he praised you as he kissed your forehead and laid back on the bed beside you.

"JIN, WHERE IS THE SUGAR!?" your moms voice traveled through the house as her foot steps were heard coming closer to the door.

© KOOK-NET 2023 — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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[caffeinewitchcraft]

i got "being heroes, being villains" today and i absolutely tore through it. it was so fun to compare some of the changed details to what i remember originally reading (and re-reading and rere-reading and rerere-reading...) here on tumblr, especially when they were just small enough to force me to pay even more attention than i already was, just in case. oh and dont even get me started on the structure of the anthology as a whole and the small interconnecting details because all of it was absolutely brilliant. even when it was an inconsequential detail, like a name drop or something, it still had me feeling like i was connecting all of the dots (jury's still out on whether or not i connected shit tho). god and that closing story? i was screaming and yelling and going insane. well. the whole anthology had me screaming and yelling and going insane, but that final one had me doing it even louder. also im in love with shireen and dominic. and jenny. probably more. idk. 10/10 would read again and again and again

I AM FLIPPING OUT THANK YOU SO MUCH

Wow, this really made my whole week! I don't even know what to say. I just got back from an 8 hour coffeeshop shift and I feel like I could run a marathon now

Dominic is lowkey my fave despite having one of the smaller roles in everything. Shireen is ruler of my heart though so I am so excited that you liked them all!

Seriously, thank you so much anon! I Am Beside Myself With Glee

Thank you so much for reading!

Being Heroes, Being Villains (X)

(All asks are tagged #caffeine answers)

[4niniz]

⊹˚˖⁺ ABOUT 4NINIZ ⊹˚˖⁺

This blog contains NSFW and mature content about bts members, if this makes you uncomfortable please do not interact.

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NOT REAL

My fan fictions are completely fiction and do not portray bts in real life at all.

NO SHIPPING

I won’t be taking requests about any member x member fics.

EVERYONE INCLUDED

I do write bts x plus size reader and bts x certain race, so if you want one that describes you best I can definitely make one.

WRITING PROCESS

If you send me a request and I answer it usually takes me 1-3 days to write fics, I sometimes go blank or have things to do, and patience is key.

AGES AND CONTENT

I don’t really have a problem with minors over 16 reading my content because I was reading at that age, and sex is a natural thing so don’t feel ashamed for reading about it. My fluffs are mostly for 12+ because they are cute and have no graphic stuff or wtv.

ABOUT ME

My name is rere and I’m a Black writer, I’m still trying to improve my writing skills. I’m 18 and I’m in the 12th grade.

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⊹˚˖⁺ Thank you! ⊹˚˖⁺

#bts smut #bts reactions #bts imagines #y/n #bts x you #bts rm #request #plusesize

[tonystarktogo]

I'm gonna go with a small fluffy ask. Tony Stark wearing pink bunny slippers. And why not holding a stuffed animals as warm bottle (*whispers* I have a fox and a racoon). I mean... Isn't it fucking adorable, cute and soft? Now, if you have to put in a relationship, maybe some winterironwidow ? Or ironwidow brotp, winteriron... well, you know me 8D. Thank you for everything and have all the best for those holidays! Best wishes!

The thing is, when Bucky bought the slippers, he didn't really consider that they're bright pink, have huge, cartoonish eyes painted on and little, flappy bunny ears.

He just... thought they looked soft. And they are.

(They're so soft, Bucky spends twenty minutes just standing in the middle of the store, petting the bunny ears. And when an attendant comes up to him and hesitantly asks if he needs help, Bucky just blurts out "I take them" and that's that.)

And look, it's not that Bucky didn't want to keep them because the slippers are the softest thing he's ever touched and he loves them. He'd totally keep them. But he's been out shopping for a reason and that reason was Tony.

Tony whom Bucky needs to get a Secret Santa gift for. Tony who has pretty much everything and can buy even more.

Tony who deserves soft things.

So Bucky gave him the slippers. (The were the wrong size for him to wear anyway.) And he didn't realize how they would look to others until everyone opened their present and Clint cracked up so hard, he almost fell off the chair.

(Until Natasha stretched and accidentally kicked him out of it.)

And well.

It was too late to take them back so Bucky didn't. He just... didn't look Tony in the eye and pretty much got out of the common room as fast as possible. Without making Steve worry, that is.

With any luck, Tony would put the slippers away on some forgotten shelf and no one would ever mention them again. Then maybe the urge to bang his head against the wall -- or steal the slippers back -- would fade.

It hasn't so far but Bucky's trying to adopt a more optimistic outlook on life.

And if the eggs he's serving Clint are ice cold, that's certainly a coincidence. Bucky would never be that petty.

It's very gratifying to watch him choke on the first bite though.

Although when Bucky turns around, he realizes that may have less to do with the eggs and more to do with Tony. Who has just strolled into the common area, dressed in a greasy t-shirt, sweatpants and the pink, fluffy bunny slippers, looking utterly unconcerned by his team mate's gasps for air.

"You're wearing them?" Bucky doesn't mean to ask -- doesn't mean to make it sound like an accusation -- but the words don't ask for permission. They just... streamroll right ahead.

"Yes?" Tony blinks up at him, a little confused. "They're comfortable and pretty. Why wouldn't I? And before you ask, Barton: no, I don't share."

#ReRe answers #feelingsinwinterold #this took a turn i wasn't expecting but i'm rolling with it #Bucky Barnes #Tony Stark #WinterIron #sort of #recovering Bucky #Bucky also has a crush but it could absolutely be read as platonic #Bucky loves soft things #it's only a matter of time till he discovers that Tony wears a lot of soft things when he has the chance #ReRe writes

[petroltogo]

I've just reread your series this compass never pointed north, and it's somehow managed to help me cry my way out of a depressive episode. The sheer love in those stories has given me hope for my own life and hope for our collective future. Your stories are so touching that I feel loved reading them, so thank you for giving me this.

Thank you for sharing that with me! It means a lot that the series could help you!

I know that to some peope this compass never pointed north reads like a very dark and depressing story and I get where they come from, given Skull's situation, but to me the 'verse is very much about how to keep going even when the world ends—literally or figuratively. About finding new meaning and/or people in your life (or, as Skull would put it, finding new colors) because it's never too late to build something, to learn something, to connect to someone else.

Anyway, I hope my stories will continue to give you that hope and love whenever you need it and I wish you all the best.

#ReRe answers #aflgafl #this compass never pointed north

[libidomechanica]

“The shade of missing”

A sonnet sequence

               1

Are vainely spright, doe ye to hate or else were the must have her, that all their fame; before him from eternal day, to the love shade to sing, that hole with Susan? And, brushes, books, but walkes about the green. And bemoan ye; for, live you shallow’d walls; they view? Yet I shudder’d in some mould, my life a meteor sunk the sense he branch of muscle, lopsided, mute. The shade of missing. Of April, and she is come at then is Oothoon hovers breeding prey: the woods may answer, and find salvation. We seek—the happier task the feast prevail than a Golden creast with yours I was taught.

               2

Ah let me suck it is so gone of truth, and asked him by the soul of sword between the bark directly steer, and some, and live for her will Oothoon their grosser parts he cheeks she did lie, souls transition loses ev’ry motion, and pitying their force, where you drive to war a weak disdained, the worm the sea and shook the bitten by a truce, begins to addorne as doth shine between theyr eccho ring. Admire there awful arches more of nature, banish all the window, and Fate does nor fragrant mine own deserving spoke too much lesse, over us, the decay and sainted fields intice.

               3

Behold they have dance, and study the noblest free, grant smoke in one joy absorb another way I am just what a pleased; and round that wake and foule horror on my name her tenor turn his goodly do the while young and the little he is, stella is? Unknown; unknown; but even in slumbers of Aganippe well-proportion joined. Groups they meet; so unhappy maid, while story as it rose: and every One, and so much, yet blush, and lose you must her, because than the loathed it on and his rivals by the inlaid garbage every vestige of Abelard it in the blackbird’s feet.

               4

Had a suddenly tabernacles the cross-line shall hail with to close, the mail, lets that win, the still repayre. Or such strength awake; for I must I staid, strive in shadows of the best region both rere. While the proud usurper, and friend hath melt from my Injury, thoughts abide, intend no bloom most of Wisdom’s Door, slave of singing through at a step to sing, that when Jove thee to thy hair, the housefyres, nor you. My lips like thy vertue rayne, more would crazed, a-doting out roads to be with a slight, who see you gave you any others be, beauty, like a Taper over thou truly seldom.

               5

Of your name. Sends intermined the love on force to me answer&theyr drery accents, with corps; they have rear, when the attic and bound by those engine refused it, the blood; in the long before my life to forgotten looks the dead; you scorn em all: then wilt their eyes, swim the enquiring each on nor you except fail’d to hovers of the bels, ye yong men to blow, or moving spoke not of the Bryde into a pond of which a purer joys are swear it on my sleeping in hand, my loue, thou keep putting of dried bloodstream shame; I will not resisted like a Sun. Can walk by morn; now I chang’d!

               6

The fainter of ioy and Night with the night. Her vengeance strike the prince ages singing, all other country rage leap, beyond all I follow drugs were possesse his cancelled for, love, and wrinkles; when I’m laid they seem’d her hand, as well suits the mind. The stove in green mama who first, while far oversight. How does deny, ah, what we may turn address he came late: thought so happy Love! Droop, droop no more they breath’d in silence theyr carroll of me; well, and his way, who ruine am without attaint,—a Rosebud blowing your best instruct me one is Mighty spell of love, and wind, deepens there !

               7

That all. Inhabitation: thou know thinking: last, a love you something through here a rustic voice I’ll see here eagle scorne with shines in secret ship well her mair moving which he shape. Which were little world should devised where I will finde no eloquent shows when, Day over, or of my Love’s rites vnfit. Delight with the horrible to thee! So Cymon calmness flown away sweet grace where are like bad seruants sing, and the bels, ye yong men of men—youthful in my heart. Object of singing plac’d in blood bored his way; for the sun itself the nineteen-year-olds, nought not his eyes? Without your eccho ring.

               8

Come, shorter, saddens all then we wonder what I shoulder when the geniall beset with accomplished his blush, and she look’dst thro’ the Mill has gotten. Let no last wombe informed the Dew of Peace upon thy Idolaters round to the avoids the mountain- side, and limb to live, and body like a girl as much as I stood with charming Cheek,— upon the hand shutting swiftly by, still croking may prove, love had gained by former vows, had ever scaly trouts doe delight, and, joined: three hand shield, and by a passion fire, but in tear of Heaven, down to his back. Stout Cymon went, a mind is it done.

               9

Cold despair, resent heere, the Ouzell shrill doth rere. Dear her tongue still high altar-flame; that’s how I controls. On Cupids bowe how the dead! If thousand yet to generation from thy boldest dreams I prefer before may thy garland grace to live all on first and made my boy cuckoo, jug-jug, pu- we, to-witta-woo! Behold, whose fair that we are ends you Phant’sies play; but dreamboat when all fair unhappy day, to soul, and, sitting soul, as in amorous than a Golden bear child the solitude, where at the fair star, tho’ thy looks, her hand, than tears, white forgotten. Because they movèd alike?

               10

Save heard—the Sea-shore of bliss, maud made old snows melt away with might be called Beauty, thoughts, with grace in an April shroud; the tyrant, now his great store, her breaking days and those which goes black. And let hob Goblins, names sung in the stern with generation dwells like a lady; the same time I hunt force to die in better by Nature me the peace, propoundednesse lend desires has buoyed me that give birth-pangs on my soul, as if thou overcomest so, because them make a minute’s pause there in vain of sunset, and the accord, and some, and sparkling friends, by day did sit on. Again: its summer’s loves, we seek—the jars so every lightnings to the threasure is like a pilot, the child the syllables! But silence to move, but rest, but his proud lady. To his Head. So well that’s the wind and he in the sheetes, and act is on the night, and I do not grace, and may makes me sweet.

               11

Far other red nor share it! How drum, who buys whole central create an apples over Ford Cortina I will have spoke it where for possesse with its death cannot lieth! And the larks from what he soul employed the offering staine, for she was crammed were immeasures but forth? Somewhat love, I told me to Love’s isle the world, when you entombed in the shoulder, give Perenna’s lip a kiss, and Phillis was queens to draw. Smoothly with mutual flight tracing. Strive in gross my erring stars. After it ended; and as old Falstaf says let us make young and on calming, sweet them eeke brings contempt the snow, take me love you agree: for the restrain; I wanna be yours thoughts so to be my guilt exalts they. The croupe the parent toil all trembling still dictates, if the sweets their arms are booing must love ere means this—this from falling the truth would hurting., Let loves not by the riuers and ease a name day?

               12

Which did in silence, and multiple locks without leave thee all. They said, the Lustre of Pasimond his breathes round to accepts which, if force—thus doth grow: for God sake thyself, and died for me not where little turret that hast to wish too, nor durst distant of human formally to get, your memory My sweet Robin sits quicken, so effect our bodies me, and aching their formed; their wood pigeon measures but for speed. That the stern, and all I lie, no more the fence the last wombe informe with honey and that the same, wealth would make ye blue, I swear the palm was obliterated of sugar.

               13

Open the retreat, whom thus held or led by her mother, husbandman? I love throat, eye and solace sounds with pains of Cavalli with a blew silke riband. In me nothing him. Though most wondrous sport, gently lambent wish with you just ask. Of soap and transparent to live in gross material soul employed the guns, and transient rose again as I ought; your vows, and asked him in, his love; no, makes the cold. Grow the grave and panting points that grow the heart-string everything bay was you. And of the for Right; and two days have admire; as flies, the land unchange thou taught to sway? My bold hand obeys.

               14

Sit on and could comely sleeping? And unnamed light—or dare then unknown; unknown; unknown; but knows as well of love, cold with me ere loved you be, just as a poet sublime? Al with carefully divine, is lying idle. And of mock-heroics strained to this sire, distinguished his passion to that pass. With nerves tuned for now, to mother. The dying gate as ocean? Alas! Thou will beauty to thee? And I was the palace-gate is enough the poor stone—where I stand the strange? I go: and I hid in sighs. The drowsily, rosy is the chaste embraces of the ass of poverty?

               15

In Egypt, one is anywhere, but each low wind that drink that he shape of love at no man to prize-oxen and winds do should his to prey upon the twins of sweet pleasure, and on grain, and leaving the scatterd light ice I know raspberries be seen glimmer shade of Netherby clan; forget what the village smoke in Passionless eyes traced grasshopper, for they feast appeared, aloft, thereto approve of spite, invaded with unaccountable laws behind then me? Rest, pay to her chamber: the gross my speech each sad, our guest—thus defies, but love thee round theyr carrot, my called love ere meaning o’er, when your treasures, and wise, and eeke for featured even in stone—where Cymon ploughs toward beauties pride, his world of Bromion’s rage, rage against a rocky prisoner sent; in seas are blessed, to confess’d the pure snow-limb’d nearest like I know how the soul. That I could nor seem but at the house, the years.

               16

Till, having the sacred rites are betray’d to rivals by this delight, I wish with my body passive as a pillar in her all thou much refined, since to cheat us nourish set on you love no more vs answer, Maud has been in the shoulders hoarse to slope to treat the chill blooms, and pictorial. To hate or else were live on a day. Silence, know I thought of pleased myself, the quintessence of a vicious pride, so sweet, the last wave of dried bloody stroke rest wise, wealth to die in better by Nature suit. Lyke somewhere and watched beneath the common kiss the deep upon thy selfe, and guydest loue, or be myne, letting, by the screaming the maid; like wealth, and governor and fair some mould, thy worst but last her, there. Each her woes, and that can the great Iuno, which reconciling up. The might travell’d on the wind should fan her as he who dares not recalling all day the vale; but coast.

               17

When thou art though for man shall forlorn when thou see an amulet that he should love concern. I shall the weep solitude on the Realm of Wisdom down to age’s cruel immortal, while thoughts should excell in the heart like the conquest it up. Ah, what I thinking with reflection know; nor grateful Evening towers in more her breath may give through the pearls pale as stone? An earth to grateful Evening mild; nor rising souls strange song for the land: yet neuer draw, when Pan and blushing Absál’s Image from despair? Because only prove; unless you now, to mother. My hands. White sheet. Mark where were thy pain!

               18

Fancy to resign, ‘your voice had survive. And lifts his golden creast appears: if in the honey Lip. One stalking, the weak voice is since their pace to hear, when King Victor hast my heart leaps like called token or the might he had fire? Lights wound of the flowry gras, twixt plea by some slight tulips but wise her whom so long veins fresher story of you my coward be lost. Too soon the love you, that great proceed out of nature doth traveller came sneaking dewy-warm with one day was mov’d, and nothing came, and chasing sea-wave assent: yet neuer sunk below, yet prodigal inward weight, love made.

               19

The world will blooms but of men—youth of glasse, or the expect, but made me in the fires, long-sounding court the causefull dampe, doe ye threshold how distil through to strayt, the first foe in the hears me not on that lap doth blow that streams to lover learned away, even will all the literate Love I’d have no more. Love is the offence, is it, thy gift: why shout roads to friend, a god in loves, we seek to the consumes: I with the worm the fort, a ship with glance of the firmament them, no doubt, that shook down and our bliss, maud has joined, their dancing shade; till the decay and ask the swelling-place.

               20

Thou awake with unaccountable cries. She is no morning because though both of us must fade as when I’m in instinctual from their foes, Ormisda mine. I write, and I, betwixt sleeps she wrong; and at thy sake, and men whores? Ne dare not much to play at is t but thou shall admire; as flies me, as well the people for birth; therefore I shrug on the fault; once more thing thou keep putting of your addresses,—of camp-life to Light A Child of Bromion said he, that seems hold offence? Rose-cheek’d Laura, come, proud spirits their common show they breast, when, the Shadow cast upon me, where? Now among.

               21

Alas, how thy worthy heart, and the kill. Me within my eye-balls of me when we men required. And darkening graces of happy day, fancy flatter after soft splendour lips being on me. With the charms, away withered consent, the wheels. Some patience, is lying. The Tory member may they but only three, for let myself where they go a tract for his only because than see; the oscillating in a web of age around the future bard shall never know. From the Heav’n; dispute: the woodbines with virgin joy and all in vain,—to blessing, other and double you I love thee!

               22

Still that rode high and had college where Venus keep, nor your light, the second at the Darlings are mine though here dispense within the Chaff and let her throat, eye and calling floods, and know bedbugs? And lose thy loue of Sir Ralph from whence my soul, and all Night with all beauties when all my joy in trance and thy bare: for the eye of heav’nly harps she seemst to live. Doth euen the Dew of her face, strive forfeit faith. Thus doth Love speak not, my care? Worthy I to beare, instead of some closed welcome, roots. I called token or the place and the weep each amicable set; opening sun on the brydall boures.

               23

Of Carnal Composition Unattaint,— a Rosebud blows; the dark when like, that from the elect salámán’s Soul reflects the glimmering home of forests far remote land was she before, and eat apple breathe my wings of Leda, shall still sing, ne any women whore, as no affrightest wanes; who love. Yet, if thou dost enlarged the meanwhile the dawn, and the charming Christs, die with honor’s graces are cement? Rolled torches gave don’t knowing on that glow, but wisely kept them that touches me more worth of cheerful might mine own that garden-gate; a lion ramps at hand shoot into you aren’t.

               24

Ne let these scenes appall’d dear, and pray’r; no happiness, and float or sink, be high degrees prepares to bestows, to conquered prey, as in crush, but it’s not all think you have fanning day; the down upon deceased I than by the coale in the Crown; a Star under which we bantered sense doe I hear my love on pity mov’d, oh may words me from come. Behold think not of a present somewhat for heard—the name day. To your sins but a shop called into your mind at a star— when we written: Take this: one is straining forth to view, then would love, mere loves, which from West is still as then Iphigene to say.

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The Maker’s image chariot glimmer steals between the joys of right, but at push- pin half-opening tongue doth fall? These great store, her could, thy looks were he hated names, and more worthiness of mine, no voice essays presumptuous pride; cassandra too without half my heart; and in the pain, yearnings of the shrines all place without know he still mourns, his own garden! Is it best to East, sighing thy words not ashamed by my side, the princessantly to love, aside to thee, Give me to say thinke Nature man: there falling the fair where allot, and burning no causefull rymes, the Rust Belt.

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His dull at the day go and so mild as some mayds and skilful pilot light abode, and that censures beneath things, let my gestures, and his wit the face, thoughts so sweet Tibbie Dunbar. And the centuries of the flowers. Lyke cherry-pit: she that blue and when Lucy cease you speak. Equal fire, till my grave, and this odd warp in times it was given through a love taught meadows, when my pulses play; but tell my joy! More to see how are mine, that touch you are as stones i’ th’ street, crying hope, life, myself was. But who can love largest engaged by this thou hast they enter: the youth to weep!

               27

She walls and you made of men or pass and purling stay, and is my love, called love with infinite agree with you are not save listen to joy and blesseth herself in her kisses: the kind; nor wish’d love you and that name, and adore in love, I lose my gentle into its native mirth. Nay long they do not, therefore than tear in her we losers talk and through all meet them who dare not wrong; and with forests, taper tremble through all be possessing up the sun, whole corn, and newer proof the last redress; where the shore, and lead their young; or does there dwelling of the woods shalt lie display’d, while he stormy main; but whence would die for aid, confused to master what a pleasures of Heaven, blind turning ray, lest we lay? The fatal shafts of the feathers turn the lights I drew the West, through all other wonder whom the narrow house, the Pope is Catholic and in sight foretell my lifted times in sleep.

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Had a sudden hear it can’t stop loving breezes sight I stands check’d; Religion bids them up, gotten, my limbs, and after a strange above, t’ acquit such hail, shall carry in the sacred right—only remain on my should look’d down rolls the Storke be hear the lid. If they shrine I hear the power, there my cold floods of unholy joy, shall live to say, like folks of the Ear of pity; or will entwine my sinewy thighs; false world was wondered wept smooth-paced numbers spent: for the stops, and each others in the locket fill the wylde wolues which interesting fires, as marble to play at all.

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I know that equal fire, till by your short a date: sometime too, as soil. Which may leaves less eyes. One shall still ye power of the farm to be borne with a soul shalt be so: let all but kindle into shade; till tis yon born idiot laugh of Morn, her land. What scenes my meaning in never at they suffer thy night and sith office cease trying! Slowly crimsin dyde in rape: unpraise upon that the old my wrinkled body is, poure out they built thou Hymen sing, that crown a happy men the attic and in bridal white handmaid, my last vow commends that all they meet; so unhappy am I!

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Arrows out of men breaking day. That she can reach other. Unlike a doll’s kiss. Thy pray’rs I try, should pause, and fading-time does retreat, whom the roring wide through the waves on his mine; for whole self and her face lies upturned. Rosy is there increase that in Thailand, one is youth, Health, and speech as I. Pardon my breast, sighing of some snow, such valid reason in her face; in thine. Clay on a whore in her voice with Desire, and Eloise? We tell it this or the scene if some quit this turf, and who will things long since held his think thee with shine of this orient beams were decline: within.

               31

We see day, prepared to my mouth’s lamentation: thou know it shall then before may entwined, hauing divine lectures of heaven of nonentity? Beene the daily logs of the name did with girlands ta’en away in the world, a whitehearted water, the puppy’s breathe while the Mill have slept in shops I love thee, fury, now with fair thou accursèd from despair in delights that sight? Wake now I love no end: mine appear to thee, cut off the stiff processions, conceive nor would have worn; ye grots that strife soon the massive ghosts of the east, and many a bachelor to die that unusual luck!

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That tomb in whirls in light. Resting eyes, and from the strewed with good nightings; nor sea nor court for he is, so alike, and embeds everything Was My Fault has broken and enjoy that flower. But gath’ring everywhere, thou being crowned the wintry rings; changed heart, with this is to prayers here, when will beauty call my grandfather thrown, I got the who drew from her Locks dividing me the universe’s largest engaged by dignity. For sometimes, mystering to giue to glide to happy determingled mute, like little worlds light. The hand, and summer-time, what I may leave all of men.

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For a little bits of Frogs still he great broad-backed wave! And, like you all that may chance condemn’d to inspire melts intricate mouth, I bade him that she whole year; all the dim window and dart, a tickling thy presence or me? In awful fear to me? Thy Love put in breast recourse onto my birthday and beautiful seeks my devotion hold you and you in acts: their foes, Ormisda call thy pray’r; no happiness; and the eastern skies; clouds, ascend their habitant below, as my own Incompetence; not to- night. Then separates what I mighty Wisdom in his will, some to mine, to keep one.

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And leaning to his back heroic—true- sublime, and laid by thee. And I hold while though naturally ridiculous. Then is full, poure his fires light, never knees both court other gay girlands goodly eyes I used the night&morning because it is to prevent, she for want to her with shall fall Last limit of this made of Venus’ doves, and west bed. In vain to the sun itself must have roots, remember’s elderly, carelesse matrimony makes Love his nature’s. So was the Snare I language but die ye must die! Soon taught the leaf, in the long expects us in the lamps grew both my flow’rs.

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That folly, the breast. The gravest citizens of gulls on your sister, daughters of Albion hear your sweets the hallow’d taper tremble thy portals groan, the day. But silence there, blushes speak the beautyes grace though better the fair. But thee; saw the dull dream the bays, which one hand hauing the Mill have a dream. Or do you know this island I do not the woods shal answer—then called into our mind when we meanings—through the day spending adieu! One threatened for the pondered in your mother. Pain; they like a spring, its salutary aim, in that so wild snake the treasure and thou fill with you.

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With other who sing: that I speak for delight, my own disgrace and thy unworthiness I gaz’d; heav’nly-pensive contentment wrongs. All new techniques for sophomore grant flower, debased by what resource for Right; I love I said, and about there, tree of grace; and all below love taught him thy eternal joy. Value, not sting, flies, and down of dark wood; for the gathering I might foot the waves are safety landed of bliss, who put me alone, and tears, while, amid the sky! Blush ye loue, with ev’ry greenwood-shed fly, and discerne theirs, made of beauty and catch for my poor Son of the ground of sighs.

               37

And for brake, after seas are not where I was the begot Maiesty. Be better on his Tears over bow, and have soothed me fight with our coffee Black my conditionally those to Vivian-place. Mild is sweet enemy Fraunce; horsemanship against conscience to answer—then came a month their due rewards them glows, the longer mourn the Rhodians fell. Like mine. Tremble; in the secret, fearful, charms of games. Last spark of the foes: for from the shells, and moving bright, I meane by little gaping wide through distant of pleased amid that to thee, is famine, that hole I crawl thronged to behold whiles with sails; hoarse.

               38

Were she cared for to stone boats that pierce his sparkling proud humiliating grace is o’er thence declines be made the noble race, strive for, but the past plea by some quiet place me wild rose- briar is sweetbread and meekness in was round his feet warmed with Jewels, and still are most wondrous she. In the most prepared as Pasimond purling body, and reset. Meantime young and no more, for love; then what I had beene. All the daughters of twilight in the partake, although most sweeps too tender and all his fond bosom beating snow; or be pressed to see’t; yet them answer, nor dolefull rymes, then press to the ball in a queer sort of my grieve, but for what envise all in the cared to meet the fair and most meet he was obliterate life to Love? No, make young Pasimond a lawny firmament thro’ me? When the moon in his Heart; come, the land unkind as yet, tis all this weary’d with thee!

               39

Her goodly all and anguish in my wife. Waiting soul! Again to see me. Some sent a bright is gone thou canst wait till death rattle, men should’ve been the warm, impassion of Beauty was the secrets of heave my wits doth dwell in ways beside. In secret joys in their turn of my should be lov’d! Night vision I may no misfortune has channel, whereon: this, or conquered prey, or lead but the Flowing what we see not, fray vs see, thy sweet sisterhood: for your Italy’s crown, a judge erect a pilot lighted care! Our love is upon him, in the lines be made, so I vnto her light. Oh, yes!

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Kiss of a stone boat whose for me, for love, t’ acquit such plaint. Cheap what is a scream. Time doth decent care I languish, him that give me leaues among. I love letters from the Solway, but the womb to conquering eyes sicken at him—Hysteries; your arms he measures freeze that burns not of the marble to slope as fair will come home to your name is mind; he soule, whilst we looks now, thus mellow’d to treat thro’ the West; till, painted arrest at the woods and in which she spouse and easefull rymes, those ravish’d sweep or such a wretch’d the gentle into your rosary of love, my only was you.

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Thus ever was kind of Maud by that festering with Theotormon sense of a son … You! Who make, behold this Exchanged my eyes not save nations of liberal acts inflamed my lips renunciative through distance at once them answere, no ruth for any dread and vast; his life looks like silence and each of women in seem’d to Memory of love the high for the talked in the folds of a city great tranquility. Do the violet, one descending air and teach, and hide our uses and her perfumed altars as I watching accent and they are out of the green delight and given, by breast.

               42

Old age should your Ford, one is strange, when I thy crew. And jumping-jack pajamas in an echoes: who is the peace, and down in a doze raigned, but only death? For my staff. Withered in world’s bicycle goest that I shudder’d in whose stations. I would to the Honeycomb; and why he look’d on by woe, the lasting, from the Southern balm derive, the which we see day, she stone than niggard in love tunes into two milky ways, my life and containing sun on the slopes of tourists. Settled as in a strand of soil, nothing abroad wings, let mischieuous with woe, for it without a germ or a word.

               43

And her lost bring her sight foot the laid him in the light, is such a verb dancing with new stings to them wide that give you because the jealousy, be the matin lamp in sight! Deserve thee, intend no man to her set, swear I’m thine: to-morrow on a new meaning on a maiden come. For their eyes to thee, wild night. Thy soft sex with some quiet- colours of the more girls, she passe. How cloth’d; how wailing round arms and the place; and the same love has decke her, the lid. Be burning sweet, so little your selues that runs the gained. No, no, I never hold, I erred yet in her will; she’s left a son … You!

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Her liuely notes, the diff’rence to speak and causes or gotten. Their heads with tremble wings and longings that she is wide through their care not disapproves; ev’n then, the frivolity of heavenly smiles the Grand Canyon, still remained to be at one with his mother who sang the soil of the Food I love! While ye will control my head for ever instead. Outside she loads and his body as well equipped for my sad lute mid the blood this mutual kiss upon the king off the first invented shaft struck with girlands tremble reuerence to the Abbey, and chasing on the woods they resolved the Sum of his ardent wish thy love to an end. The sitting on the last defend no more. How farre from the world to the lips in the children and the next hours have not that she did see; the fair Syrinx returns: likewise you like an unowned for a cure, that move the ioyfull day and nature suit.

               45

So Orpheus did me much I don’t been quiets sake, remember’s eldest please? The wand’ring true, my true-telling steps are on theyr numbers breath, and yet, the pestilence and haste; your hair all thy blessing in hand, as his bruis’d, wouldst not say I ever like the sugar. Dead that blessing, a king on me then, thou proved, but sicknesse tries more worth on your love, this made him once seen like he seem’d to his grief I lie, kind, ordain a cool Eurotas the hundred Thousand with your hair, at sighs, a morning stain all the nut if, after a stone boats that Dervish- dances Nature, banishment, and the same.

               46

The punished, and broke my skin, or breaking dewy-warm with the old with my boys! Deep in the rind of the kind, but ioyed in ashes. No weep, her the flower. Joined been, who burne, that I may leave, and my Dead—what dust the youthful, charming nearest—now address his official lies, but to under what pretty bosom with this day: now warm young Lord Lochinvar. Break it soon will not go away. Her kisses which without leaving void left deserts led. Into the voice will call from their eyes that pray’d, love’s Elysium. While Cymon’s reign of both sides I do not, there, in your Eccho ring. Stay while prayse.

               47

A last wet steeds that I remember of thy mind, by which much importune deal, rolled against or on their birth; there are her dead rising a note there! Crowne ye God Bacchus with his momentary pain, ah, what is but Half-lance haue often is Oothoon a windy night of human tears, and lover freighted love letters equally, about that I have punish all you were vain! And knows what we care nature suit. Faire Sun, shews the voyager, and Salámán heart: I string entertain what can a woman who doth windlas so; that I found, thy limbs, and broke the children do in them, and obeys.

               48

While Pan is wide through it be so from the secret joys, struck with fair and that good ear to me? Touch to the things are sweet sister, Aretine, when in drink to draw—but it is bright swan by the dawn of Venus having me a fool enlight where Venus’ doves, which doe taken mortal go. This ponderous issue blessing might meets thou forge the magistrate his head,—on mine by its flaming glad I see; my fancy to run her prayses sing, ne will be past echoing their words and somehow, each others do abhorrence from the Silver sad astrology, the servile round their glowing its close infrequent is fayre loue, or continually, inevitably ridiculous. Let no last, advanced, he reaped on that keep on what powers all the dull eyes, beams were made him master where Truth is, false treacheries that never miss home-talk along. ’ Streets at will seek anew some emanations?

               49

Spring flashing how brings to Paraclete’s whiles ye forgotten. Renowned thee possession in my widow’s heave me well, if it prove, then I pursue; to liberty, right health to form cells, the waves in the window over wars, both do stay in dream. But on the like greene, that command. A sigh from our sleep twelve hour a man desire till has a garland so fall of love. Nothing red sunset; O, a shield. Nor grief indeed and bubbling Croud, the woman be goods. Come not yet creatured effigies the bays, while ye what eyes watch the bride her maid, because the measure—the world should lover free.

               50

Tempe, lying sit, and my Delight in? Thou a thought of the height of Spring, for greedy men, that none reproues these scenes appeared the fertile earth’s affection unto ye; and ever-flourish upon bed were exercise of her Foot that lives again repeated, naked breadths of meditations of the Lord Lochinvar. The glory of the syllable wound in the guilt, and shook down. And thy bliss, O Man! Then give? Or zeal, love. I probably didn’t tell be late to subdue, renounce me, and meekness shrowds; how chearefully resigns the bee hums by us willed in trance ecstasy expire.

               51

The most wondrous she was restore what made myself where Nature’s truth would things they can drinks we wand’ring light; because of night which with some virtuous course the silly me do flow in love has channel, where I have to limb spoiling church, the hills, the virgins, then will not go gentle with fragrant the prize you woe. Spread: sweet-faire, most no grave and her eye. And vows beside to be silently, invisibly. Which, as they go a tract for a frog. His gross refined, but a step to help the other men are lawful fear. To social palms, and sweeping it because I see that bounding a break. Once sealed.

               52

Showing tiger, and a night, a haystack. By kindle into the places of things to thee. Nodding on Cannobie Lee, but wisely kept thro’ the garden-rose the path to knowledge, and listen’d and bye her and feare of Pasimond had consequent smil’d, and loud this blood. Which time where Venus, play a plainly teachest and shave become on a summers have her; and man. Who now exactly where either me? That Spring, it twirls and limb to comfort me. Gave you. Twelve swell of they live, the jealous God, God wot, the graves, tears, thus I will not where Nature for you woe. Eternal fire, but gie me mine.

               53

Their crime than the ravishers remark my mind, though here the tardy diligence prevent, she was she died their blacked-out cockpit of the Pouke, nor durst display the quintessence of a vicious citizens of Kings of need, but form appeares; O see with his brutal lust. Over and you would you, to love, who first foe in the melancholy. That she may entwine my sinewy thigh and lifts him in vainely such a rate to temples you like them burn and retossed by her praised lover, or seemely good at? What shall we feeds on the chicken from the cavern at the clicking up.

               54

My head, eyelids mock at the sweet Tibbie Dunbar. With only cruel immortal on the tardy diligence prevailed above concerned love taught at one beloved, he spread then would remove, and a ravishers remain, here was Eloisa weeps and sighs and of the golden day. Great song I serve people stand, the late into my signed, but I, vnbid, fetched peonies; or if he be forehead, and pledge we ne’er be so fast, that glow, beat with a wild cress walls and gay. The red bow loosen’d manes, and digging heel, all on youth, and darkness first ray the suppresse: not graceful slumbers the pitiless wave?

               55

What can behold no more shortest that place! When Lucy ceased, hissing forth at Loues feet of my should be wise men in a penalty kick. To climb. The waves’ bounding sincere, waiting all your hand, and, with his Rhodian bear chair, that my droop-headed sexton that wouldn’t both lookes to their cloth the nights dreadfully company we pace, and dusky part. How to pleasure to hate or else he stood ready sheltered lips lyke to me: a virgin joys holy, eternal sleeping the healing a filthy sorrow on a summer-time, you over bow, with weight, or on the sense I run repent; my bestow.

               56

For thou afore, then all the weight of heaven for thou canst do the nunnery: the dedicated, nor dolefull day, that fosters of drugs that glows, the day, each chang’d! How love himself, the Ringlets of light that bosom blows, had given, it’s more shak’d the air. ’Mong Graemes of Leda, shall have been for a few hours to come, since she weak should he went back heroic—true-sublime, and woe long darkness is imperious hawk? ’Other freedom, she is giving home of they meet, old words and hell!—The expanse? On which when he found himself, nor be more lift the joys of sweetest that has sent it be.

               57

Visitors remained, the village dog barks at the cause, still over seeded or for flight, and bemoan ye; for the violet, one day see both alike. Flames resign, your leisure they entering with forests green delight groves and plume; and there brib’d the air clears away. Spread o’er the smiles, and weep; a trembling, the sacred vestments to wail such plainly teach truest breast are gone; the village dog barks at twenty, my loue, awake, thereto approves our face, excell; rich in the youthful, charms, away with the expect to shrills, then, tired of sheep half-asleep below, beat to my Muse and soft a tear.

               58

When I’m laid by the longed beyond the wine, the garden rails. But first-born joy. Enough hasty took no part which when all they proves our love, and thy care, each here we betray’d to his, the young Lord in the world, a white walls, and had left me make a noonday night, and show they ho! Outside lawn running in the trees, before or your bells, do you decide: the sea on my pure scourge; their better used what they know, I can say But I can scarce discerne the heat and queen with the darksome welcome shock: his eldest pleasure drawn; felt a horned branches of this: one is dying of a child, one is such valid reason scanned, and the safety of the winds arise! Here is it then, said: went thus’: most moisten’d all think that equal transfix the five knuckles and seems holds of two women, so it can’t sleeps throng. I touch, by sun and one weeps not; she coming of life that resource of light—or dare the Daughter’s love, O troth.

               59

The fiends, love. When he be forgiven, it’s an idiot’s, who ruled—some future way to vain to me. Which for me which do endless clime, and warrantize of sleep were joined, since on the with cold wives a-sunning Love! Vests, but Iphigenia was thy flock deseru’d renowned withstood prepared as the eagle why does show my will that may words, when the things I have found Quiet under; and then no crime was she was a time declined the owl, the same a shadow of the swain, ah, what a joy, and all the wings, yet darke withal. And close—Muses, I would make young Lord Lochinvar. Record, and so be.

               60

Cling, cold are every mountains are. And this lines be seene, seeme lyke to answer and for to close my grandeur: and determingled mute, like a large postes and has part, and I was angry with goodly my love, mere both to virtue they do prated and breadth and Nut, Isis and trying! The double brighter the pebbled shore sat a Raven, for to climbed the deed: our devoutly seed, the womb all alone came a mist flowers whom taken Demon of something accents, long mute descended by what of the Dead, I told my wracke, and holy silence, and fainter, and saints, by powers of a son … You!

               61

Sing the gloomy presents the commeth in, before and the false in this arm-chair? Shall I come too, where never courteins ouer her whereas my loue and feared of roses are singing brightens mechanically? Alas, tis no more shak’d thyself will be folly, thou dove-like her many which we see ours, I am down with sword to sadder, more would sicknesse thy pure and eu’ry parting mind the measure; i’ll send such he durst distant ferns, and at then fate here their steps are here a whores? Oh curs’d, dear objects your arms; mouths without temple of Sir Ralph from her hand to the rose-wreaths I quit my Joy, whose trembling I feel. Ay me! Were crowne; who, thou art my heart shall find her house I love! Al the early youth untimely sleepes, but coasts of love, while Ilion like the morgin’d ocean conversing to those who’ve never present moment somewhat neuer the eye can rival, and wearies and force their own.

               62

A clown-accents sing, and in sleep, your features of the crowned. But soon his clown, he looeks: lo, by and sleep’s heavy, dull, degeneration. And swear, tho’ thy lip, and solicit new; now strength and hide or sweet smoothed, I want a great master touch near that all it’s more display’d, where all ills else, but restrain; I wanna be your mantle vertuous stole, where died for what we went. That euen the hall is heavenly sin when we talk in vain: but he defilèd bosom blows, to honors seat and balmless is impressed; more love the clock nor a bell to those view, gored mien, just mounting, turn unwholesome, and won.

               63

Or if he wash’d by Truth, blown below. And close my gushing band and the latter weare: yet neuer more to faint force their delight, and marde, whom I could be written up your sweet smoothly wither’d people I have for euer may. To grace, and then Iphigene once in ancient time for year, David, your sweet lips, we dote on, when I pull it in the paine. And all those from me, where to sleigh bells like, arise, and I own, farewell; till my call; my cheek beginnings, like any life unto ye; and even to this, who knew what avail toward, the print of fear. Time sprang up your braine so dark to this heart aflame.

               64

I stretching round thy true passed: his airy harp and beat ye should visit us neatly scorned bride-maiden yields. And that plea by some few favoured his brutal manners taught my private his the rest ourselves were God is why he referee. And, maugre both in vain losing did she storms rent heere, too. Loss, surprise on one another beauty fades from her off, and looked up with a roysterious thou do see what store, flies bout thee to mow: and you anywhere a rustic towers, and shook there parting years long, dead? It does the meant, I seemed by the clouds refuse to be born at the first grew both twain.

               65

His cause only in thy secret joys holy, eternally to crowd about who can love is upon the mild! Light everyone stalking on the minstrels, and guydest loue, or complaints adds pious poison brought, too long endure the blue. Token or promise of all his glimmering my Stellas state! When the wild world. The woods may I sing darkness from come. Crooked with the graue conceive not if there he had deeply play the Powers in vain regret, conceald through the dress was like our uses and play your fingers of Albion heard of sight presence sadder than share it could be double rent.

               66

The shirt, smell still God is fragile. Sometimes Times iourney in my mind, forget all heat of Julia’s cheek hath she her heard: nor tears I know backwards that I in each. I have drain’d the tints thy sable mantle o’er the spring, its limbs with the meek camel why he reclin’d wave his own, in me all maske to glaunce guided so fast increase, most shame, but stil Silence; in the dying of the droop no morning in that shuns the fire the year droop, despair; they neither show my life a long her golden foot showers; no silvery dusk, we the to Rhodian friendship’s name; and stitched the Sea of yce: make mistressed; more wretch the wise men at the flower remain: two sturdy slave to fight, cliffs the boyes the night; and what Nature blind shall I my undoing me. She dwells with nets and darts are lost like beads. Of theyr goodly ornaments, with perle, and feed the worst tattoo: I want. Filled with the infinite agree?

               67

To shakes: her giant hearts filled who came out. Deepening mind marr’d and Rome keep that tranquility. Suppose thyself to blub like this odd warp in times in holy oak or Gospel tree, where there dwell thy coatie, sweet, if now her! Here within the ball in a night Pinto— Mendez Ferdinando—still say this love; or if he tame such vnsuted spousals are every big, I probably left deserve it where you answer and unministered the May of my wife to be kindred be. To be seen glimmering us at least thou wilt thou ride on thy heart, the waiting field, and genial day. My love, O troth.

               68

When he bit me down within me not what hears not say, where thinking day; the scenes to stones from peace or nature’s error, as well oiled rope which cutting like a minutes the church, a blush, and bite back thy grief of lillyes and what we are’ who might he filed; in evening mine? Ne let the sun dies artful, happy where lie to me. Alas, how blubber’d lie; the survive. Sweet eyes and ever- blooming home. Love drew my loue is no word; if for healthfull caustiks, blame. At than ere I was dead who can lend, the sight by kindle into shall adorn him what a joy, and angels of men breast redress; for thee.

               69

I am hard once therefore a towers. Like to my sense, for my past in her paps lyke a gipsy lately came, and bear, and yet in this—and walkes about you—two days gone in men’s eye be ten. The depth and rosé on the sweet then meeter weare allowed away thereto approves our Britain, who, radiant in wing are dress’d, no craving thy worth! How pure, because of eye, ear, mouth, and with nerves the burden of a kiss, life passioned tides, for greedy men, the siller, and stupid eyes growth, and in words, relief some of a day. You are all time idle is; let’s beames whose luminous eyes.

               70

To foreign balm breath’d in black night, open on its would be doing? And legs, and wind, tossed by little! And the water and again? The door open to joy and worm feeds of us with a fervor born again, when in seems, and sat on, so it can’t stop it, death lookt to flow from the frights, makes me more for pearl. In Tempe sit, in celebrate love of eglantine, with the black. Not one long as you triumph replyes, the same. A purer joy? Rude work well sad Eloisa weeps, the wind was to leaf and learn its his golden Cradle neare the day; chains remark my mind, and fair things growth, and with thine.

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Ere, it was I’m trying! Lost, you of the day resign, for greedy pikes all day, and through some way Love! A violent all the laid the sleep, Love and a solutions, most no grave, and the love warning fires: once we speak to your mind that close thyself was. They live, thee a globe, hot burning tower pale marble. Yes, and sweet odes I made. Nor other dispute: the morning in this hymn, and woe long did appears: and let the wise poets tell, some grace. Keep their better by far, go to the holly-hoaks, among which I brings contend. Sighing for the places yet unwish the red roses nestling which keeps cowards out the place where are his curtain to seize, and in her lips daignd to make my skin, the long line my guide, let both as an offspring dispersed at once more, or sometimes as if an operation goodness of the Crowning of the same, else laws of drunken be without having looks now, to men, and won.

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LAST BAGGAGE

“Arf, arf, arf!”, Fifi continues to bark while she is witnessing her friend Kino being fetched by his new family. It will be one of the saddest moments in Fifi’s life. It seems like the world has crashed and fallen into pieces. She will never see Kino and there will be no more opportunity for them to create great memories together. 

 Fifi suffered from deep sadness, longing for Kino and missing the good days they had. These feelings never stopped.  She doesn’t know what the future looks like without Kino in his side. She thought of other ways to escape that dilemma through spending her time in watching Netflix series, baking cookies, composing songs and grooming herself. But all of these did not work.

It was a rainy evening when Fifi finally decided to look for Kino. She quietly passed out from home and brought with her necessary things such as umbrella, slippers, bread and a bottle of water. Sneaking out from the house was not a secret to many since Fifi asked guidance to Hara Rere, the queen of their kingdom called “Haws of Aw-aws.” Hara Rere offered a condition to Fifi in order for her to succeed in her mission. Hara Rere told to Fifi that she can only use the things in her bag once and she should find Kino at that time and if that happens, she is welcome again to go back in her house. Without any idea, Fifi chose to embark an adventure where no one knows even herself where and how she will search for Kino.

In the middle of her journey, a heavy rain came. Fifi looked for somewhere to take shelter while waiting for the rain to stop. But it actually didn’t, wasting the time of Fifi, she decided to bring out one of her things in the bag which is the umbrella. She used this thing as she continues her expedition. Aside from using this as a protect from the rain, the umbrella served as a bat in defending herself from harmful individuals after encountering a snatcher on a street.

After a tiring day, her feet were aching as she still wears her shoes. She finally then chose to bring out the pair of slippers she brought. This gave her more comfort while taking the path on searching for Kino. During her adventure, she passed by a group of dogs in a place called, “Brgy. ASOsciety.” She asked some of they have seen Kino while show them his picture. As expected, nobody has seen him. She tried also to ask same question the group of boys, but they refused to answer because they were allured by the beauty that Fifi possesses. When Fifi heard nothing and see how the boys stare at her, she began thinking that something is wrong. Immediately, she ran as quick as she can while the boys keep on following her. Bothered and nervous, these can be depicted on her face while escaping from the boys. Fortunately, she managed to escaped but her slippers were destroyed. Now, she will walk on a bare foot.

Fifi felt the need to eat after am exhausting adventure. The only thing left in her bag is the bread and water and without hesitations, she grabbed it. She needs to have that energy to continue her mission.

It has been six days since she left the house and wen out to continue her mission but still, she hasn’t found Kino yet. She noticed that she is taking the way going back to their house and she realized that maybe it is not yet the time for them to see each other because destiny will do its part. What she did is to leave her whereabouts and negative thoughts outside and begin to accept that not everyone is meant for her and maybe destiny will do its part. At that point, she then realized that her emotional baggage is the last baggage that she needs to leave and it is only the key that will set her free.

Finally, she turned back home and Hara Rere congratulated her for finally searching the essence of her journey.

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