#• Diana Verse

[ru5t]

also 1 or 2 ⭐️ for allie, specifically for dustverse ideas w/ the two of them but also. whatever u want kHNSzkc

@enchaentd

Every ⭐️ exchanges for a headcanon about our characters’ (potential or existing) dynamic.

i'm not sure tech would be so welcome at the greenhouse, actually? at least not at first, she dabbles in the more dangerous circles of the desert sometimes, whereas the groups settled into the greenhouses are more likely to be neutral shaped, and so even if they don't know tech's primarily responsible for the destruction of one of the other greenhouses she's still sort of.... firebug. so i'm not sure their initial meeting would be surrounded with very many good things however i also know allie is no one if not a defender of the potentially problematic and so maybe there was some kind of extenuating circumstances and allie was tech's defender in the moment? and now she's on like. less thin ice? because she's got firebug in her but that's not all, y'know? and maybe she helped them set up some kind of something electrical like a perimeter around the greenhouse or some kind of system inside for helping maintain the plants, or something. like a little apology (which they would never have accepted if not for allie?) i don't know this is so vague rip im sorry

tech does not party a lot but she does dabble in oh so many circles and variable moods and she has friends who Do party and in fact host really really cool music-focused club events (omens @/hvndredzones, i am talking about omens) and i don't think they met at one of his parties but i do think once tech figures out that allie has a party girl streak she goes 'watch this♥' and introduces allie to omen's club (Electric Starlight) and now sometimes they go together just to have a Girls Night [which could potentially also include like, Lith and Des and Vi and Viv and Wild(?) and maybe even Diana and it's okay if you don't know who all these people are I'm just yappin the tl;dr is Girls Girls Girls] which of course mandatory-ily end in cuddle puddles

tech has probably accidentally hurt allies feelings so many times like baby girl i am so sorry i promise it's not you i know you are sensitive to the shut outs and the rejections and the leaving but tech simply cannot be tamed and only somewhat knows how to soften her bites wah

lots of bonding over the cat, he's doing a lot of heavy lifting here i think. and of course he loves allie to bits which tech like. tech will use the cat in every verse to gauge people she's unsure. she quite literally trusts his instincts more than her own, sometimes (it has never failed her,) so. not that allie could possibly give bad vibes just that like, icing on top of it all u know, the cat loves her so much

i know allie is friend to all living things but actually don't know how much that applies to bugs but if it applies to bugs.... more bonding over the creachures. who needs to talk about personal life things and facts and ambitions when there are so many little guys to follow and watch and yap to/about

(which is. all of these (except the first skfjd;lskfj) are also like, applicable in vibes to main verse! (and really even desc!verse i think, she's fairly consistent across them i worked very hard to get it that way sd;fkjgs;dlkjfg))

[holdingontostardust]

𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, such a dangerous thing. And what I am thinking is this :

I may take Faye and Diana and move them over to @starkissedscars and write them as OCs. Why? Because the Secret Circle fandom is dead and I can really throw them anywhere else if I want too, and I do want too. I think I can bring them back to life over there.

I am also debating taking my Saving Hope muses and putting them in Grey's Anatomy / Chicago Med. Because who doesn't want Michael Shanks and Daniel Gillies in those worlds?

Charlie's main verse would very much still be with @wachtraeumen's Melinda, as that is his baby mama and love of his life. But they would stay here. Just not in Saving Hope.

I am also very much considering adding Francesca Bridgerton to my roster because adorable baby is adorable. I wonder if I can con someone into Benedict though...Hm.

Anyway I am going to try to get some more things done and then make starter calls for each section. But first...*sips coffee* screaming into the void.

[mythvoiced]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

NAME?: Len, Lena, Lenlen, anything with that you can think of~

PRONOUNS?: any~ saw Winter on dash go 'agender hoes rise up' so this is me rising up--

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: primarily discord, IMs and I have just... we never hit it off, and with the way the notification thing keeps glitching-- i'll keep the chat open in that circle to not forget to reply, but i'll never know when something new comes in bc the notification disappears if you have the bubble thing there, which means if i do reply it takes me so long to realize i've been replied back-- BUT i mean ofc hit me up on IMs if you don't have my discy i will try to be THERE

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Celebrity Verse Hyun oH HECK'S yeah, though i have to admit i don't have a lot of... muse muse per se, i could write just about anyone i guess, but no one's burning with activity/to be written

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: gosh, my first mumu i opened back in january 2016, before that though i'd been rping already on other blogs... 2015-16? online at the very least, i remember i was rping on paper back in middle school before even knowing what it was lmao

BEST EXPERIENCE?: I HAVE to second Ferre, the group plots we got going on right now are basically single-handedly keeping me FIRED UP to write~ but if i may be lovey dovey, my best experience is just overall right now, or most of 2023, the moots i'm surrounded by, the way i'm gradually letting go more and more of insecurities and anxieties, i'm calming down and just... being blessed by superb writing & ideas~

RP PET PEEVES?: gosh, i don't know~? i do believe if i stumbled upon them, there'd be a few out there in the great big blue, but lately i've been having such a good dash and environment, i kind of forgOT FDKLGHLF i'll add it if i can think of anything at some point

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: same as Ferre~ i'm in it for the character development, for the vibes, for the growth, for poking and prodding at psyches and morals and hearts, or just to figure out how people interact, i love just... the very concept of interaction itself~ i do angst >:3333 i do fluff :33 but i mostly do?? i have no idea how to describe it lmao but i don't do smut, i don't know how to and feel weird about it ♥

PLOTS OR MEMES?: I'M A CRIMINAL, I JUST KEEP STEALING FERRE'S ANSWERS BC SAME?? LKDSGJFLHG lately I've realized I do enjoy plotting more >:3 i used to be a pretty wing it kinda guy mostly because plotting translated to serious commitment in my head? and the mere thought of that was scawwy and exhausting, it felt like i was suddenly Planning and Strategizing in a work environment oh god, BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT PLOTTING IS TURNS OUT FDKLLLLLLLGH i had it all wrong~ it doesn't have to feel like business emails, it SHOULDN'T, it can be random ideas thrown back and forth and i absolutely adore that, i've been enjoying a fair amount of plotting lately >:3 and have ONLY BEEN WINNING~ that being said, memes are perfect for lil spin-off/filler episodes of ongoing dynamics, but especially good for ice-breakers (if we never interacted before, hmu~)

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: longer, i simply don't shut up~ i can do shorter, but they tend to lengthen naturally with time; i try to match my partner above all else, but there's always something i just... can't keep out of the damn text~ there are certain muses, though, that demand less text, characters like Diana are very curt and cut-off and it reflects in her threads and all that-- SO, before i completely derail, i go for long replies usually, but i can flex my flexing bones and do short too~

TIME TO WRITE?: GOSH, f*ck if i know at this point. it used to be in the evening, now it's just... whenever i have time & energy~ i don't work consistent regular hours, so there's no clearly defined work hours and leisure hours, so sometimes evenings, somethings mornings, sometimes weekdays, sometimes weekends, usually not afternoons, i do try to keep a queue going though so hehehe~ don't worry~

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: maybe...? i don't know anymore-- KLDSJGLKGF realistically speaking, probably? at least some of them, mostly because the saying goes you put a bit of yourself in every character you create, i would also say because i have Too Many Muses so statistically i'm probably in there somewhere~

tagged by: their royal MIGHTINESS @stillresolved tagging: @theimpalpable @crue1 @usuhan @fablewrote @riiese @repetiita @voxvulgi @heirofhermes @sw4nsongs & YOU

[entangledmuses]

MOBILE MUSES- CANON

By Fandom

9-1-1: Lucy Donato

The ARTFUL DODGER: Belle Fox

BAD BOYS: Kelly Lewis

BITTEN: Elena Michaels BRIDGERTON: Daphne Bridgerton                                                     Kate Sheffield/Sharma Sophie Beckett

BUFFY/ANGEL: Cordelia Chase                                                          

CRAZY RICH ASIANS: Astrid Leong

DCEU Harley Quinn (Selective) Dawn Granger

DIVERGENT Christina

FANTASTIC BEASTS Lally Hicks

FEAR STREET Cindy Berman

GAME OF THRONES: Margaery Tyrell

HANSEL AND GRETEL:WITCH HUNTERS: Gretel (With AU verses)

HARRY POTTER: Astoria Greengrass          Demelza Robbins                     Ginny Weasley Hermione Granger          Padma Patil                                                           Parvati Patil Pansy Parkinson                 Victoire Weasley     Lily Evans/Potter      Rowena Ravenclaw                                       

HEMLOCK GROVE: Letha Godfrey

The HOST: Melanie Stryder

HUNGER GAMES: Madge Undersee

JAMES BOND: Paloma

Jurrasic World: Claire Dearing

KINGSMAN: Roxy Morton

LAST KINGDOM: Eadith of Mercia

LITTLE WOMEN: Amy March

LOCKWOOD AND CO: Lucy Carlyle

MCU: Maria Hill Michelle ‘MJ’ Jones                                               Natasha Romanoff Sharon Carter              Yelena Belova

The MUMMY: Evelyn Carnaham

MUSKETEERS: Anne of Austria Constance Bonacieux

MYTH/LEGEND/LORE: Amphitrite (Greek)                                                 Artemis/Autumn (Greek) Hera/Helena (Greek)               Persephone (Greek)            Athena (Greek) Aphrodite (Greek)      Mina Harker (Dracula) Guinevere (Arthurian)

NARNIA: Susan Pevensie

OUTER BANKS: Kiara Carrera

REACHER: Karla Dixon

REIGN: Mary Stuart Lola Narcisse

ROBIN HOOD (BBC): Marian of Knighton

The ROOKIE: Bailey Nune Grace Sawyer Lucy Chen

SECRET CIRCLE: Diana Meade (Book based)

SHADOWHUNTERS: Sophie Collins (Infernal Devices) Tessa Gray (Infernal Devices)           Izzy Lightwood (Show based)

SHAMELESS: Fiona Gallagher

The SOCIETY Helena Wu Kelly Aldrich

STRANGER THINGS: Chrissy Cunningham Nancy Wheeler

SUPERNATURAL: Bela Talbot                                         Claire Novak Lisa Braeden                                     Jo Harvelle Donna Hanscum        Sarah Blake      

TEEN WOLF: Braeden Lydia Martin             Hayden Romero Cora Hale Laura Hale

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY: Belly Conklin Taylor Jewel

TRUE BLOOD: Jessica Hamby                           Nora Gainesborough Sookie Stackhouse

VAMPIRE ACADEMY: Jill Mastrano - Dragomir Lissa Dragomir Rose Hathaway                       Sydney Sage

VAMPIRE DIARIES: Bonnie Bennett Caroline Forbes Katherine Pierce Rebekah Mikaelson

VIKINGS: Amma Katia Lagertha

WEDNESDAY: Wednesday Addams

The WITCHER: Yennefer of Vengerberg

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SINGLE SHIPS: Rose Larkin Clarice Fong Emma Brunner Connie Matthews Ariel Megara Alice Chambers Zoey Miller

[beenpole]

(updated: 10/2023) ☆  activity: weekly

CIRCLE THE DRAIN. 

mun: 

AJ ☆ 21+ ☆ EST ☆ He/Him  ☆ Discord: (dm me)

mutual exclusive ☆ reasonably selective ☆ this blog is 21+ only! 

muse: 

OC: Marcie Lindell ☆ main: early 30s ☆ seamstress & fashion designer ☆ aesthetic sideblog ☆ art of marcie 

fcs:

Main: Phoebe Tonkin 

Comics: Kate Bishop (2012-2018 Hawkeye comics)

Teen: Diana Silvers

verses:

main: modern ☆ modern magic

fallout: new vegas (NCR affiliated) ☆ fallout 4 (mayor verse) 

multiverse: i will literally conform to any verse or au you have that i feel confident in writing !! 

format:

typically 1 - 4 paragraphs ☆ one liners + icons ☆ asks answered in new post

for starters i might write a long foundation for tone / setting, you do not have to match the length! write as much as you need to get your story across! + iconless or unformatted replies are 100% ok! minimal formatting, usually small text. 

[cryptid-killjoy]

Kuzco will indeed get the band back together for New Year. 

Bastien will indeed play in this band alongside the recently revived Chess (who he didn’t even know was dead and then not dead until he got there) Koda, Valerie, as Jetsam. It’s almost Electric Voodoo. Alllllmoooost. considering Electric Voodoo never had Valerie in it even though it’s Flotsam body as Valerie and Bastien’s body as Jetsam. ADD a Kuzco and this is THE NEW GROOVE with a dash of Willem, and possible Scout, Piper, and Maddy when side vocals and harmony are needed k, thanks Kuzco will announce this new band name to all they will all look at each other like unholy fuck, who does this guy think he is? In which he will answer. “The one and only Kuzco. That’s who the fuck who… and we’re The New Groove.” In which no one actually argues that. 

Bastien is slightly paranoid of random apples given by people due to poison apples. He’s knows Nola. But he’s going to be polite and take them out of his good nature and thank Figaro even though he won’t eat them nor encourage his family to. He will probably interrogate Figaro on where the apples came from. 

The gig on New Year was in The Lion’s Heart Pub with the members that could already jam. Sorry back up girls. You’re for later. Can only do so much after getting the band back together for a day. So is River. Kuzco has big ghosty New Groove plans. For now a little pub gig of rocking Auckland’s little arse. 

Diana will get her kiss from Willem

Willem and Dale would both be down for going to the races. Dale always is and Willem will be more than enthused. He’d never done it so it’d be all new to him so he’ll be in super stoked mode and finding everything high energy and fun while his brain his calculating out a million ways to tinker everything. Other people might be wanting to pimp their rides. He just wants to tinker under the hoods just a little bit ohhhhhhhhhhhh just a little touch. Please please please. His brain would be like working gears the whole time verses how Scout and Dale do it looking for that bit of chaos in the fun. 

Time is going to start to tick on though after the holiday and people are going to be settling out after the holiday like now what? 

The holiday was an okay way to distract themselves from the fact that the Horned King and Delta or whoever went and completely fucked up Nola and now they were all basically sitting around in hotels no the Laveau’s dime, or on chilling on a ship, or whatever they were doing waiting around wondering how long Nola was going to be uninhabitable… or if they’d ever get to go back home. 

There were some people already wondering why they’d go back home anyway. 

Kuzco would only write “Groove or Die” - his take on Ride or Die which is basically his expectations in life by now believing he can trust Clopin which is also basically Kuzco’s live by at this point. Also everyone else can pretty much die. lmao. He’ll also color in all the most important eyes. Family in the circles. Two violet eyes. Two whiskey eyes. Two hazel eyes. And yes even the Laveau double eyes cuz that’s family in the letters. Enjoy your new tattoo Clopin. 

Delta’s going to get a lot of pics sent from New Zealand to Christmas Town when she realizes there’s a lot people there from Nola somehow escaping her fae circle. Fascinating. Willem. Figaro. People from the portal. It wasn’t hard to do the math. She really put the portal there out of the kindness of her heart and then found out it was being used in ways she didn’t plan. People just can’t be grateful and see they were loved. They gotta go and try to force your open arms around everyone else. Well, Delta aint a hugger and Willem went and admitted to her there’s more people in Funkytown than originally started. Like really Delta was just trying to help out Willem and his little family there. So, Delta has decided to remove her ring from Funkytown because they don’t get to say who lives and dies or who escapes. Delta does. But out of the KINDNESS of her little black heart, and laziness because she was personally in no rush to get up off her ass when she was having a nice time in Christmas Town with her lover, she’s giving anyone who doesn’t belong in Funkytown originally 24 to get out before she undid her magic. 

This gives Willem and Figaro 24 hours to make accommodations for anyone inside. Jock can dance his way to Halloweentown since that’s been a glitch in Delta’s magic also. Ellie could tell Figaro that maybe. The portal doors were a magic of their own standing on their own. If he chooses Christmas Town he will get staked. Know that. That would be a bad decision on his part and Piper won’t be portal-ing him anywhere so those doors are his best choices. But he’s going to have to get the heck out of Willem’s home.

Piper will take Medusa to Hook which will drive him batty that she’s actually on the ship full time right now. That arrangement probably won’t last and will end up with her in a hotel or something. 

Willem puts his other guest in a hotel with his doll family and a coffin for an airtight day seal. To say the hotel has seen the Laveau referred guests have gone in with some odd things is putting it lightly but this one really takes it. Valerie didn’t know this guy though so she had a talk with Willem about finding him residency quickly or whatever the next plan was. 

When the door conversation takes place with Babyface and Willem. The dirty pirate will be the one to sell this information to Delta of the loophole. Delta will be fixing that glitch and shrooming off the doors so no one from the doors can get into Nola and no one from Nola can into the doors. Using common sense about this door magic she and Frank will also go around to all of the old haunted houses and find any old portals there. Nola and it’s damn secrets trying to fuck with her big master plan to create peace. 

[onthesandsofdreams]

When You Say You Love Me [3/?]

Pairing: Diana x Steve  Rating: T Summary: He closes his eyes, and lets the warmth wash over him. Words: 478 Notes: A series of short stories (100 - 500 words) based on WonderTrev. All sorts of verses. Modern Setting Tagging: @natalie-portmanss

Read @ AO3

Steve lounges in front of the roaring fire, outside their cabin, there’s a storm going on. But he can’t feel cold, he doesn’t pay attention to the heaviness of the rain hitting the roof, he can’t be bothered with the howling winds. Why? Simple. Because here, in this remote cabin, his world has narrowed down to him, the fire and the sleeping woman in his arms.

He closes his eyes, and lets the warmth wash over him.

Yes, it had been his idea to come here. He needed a bit of silence to finish his next script and Diana, ever the understanding woman, had agreed.

They still had three days with the cabin, and his work was progressing. But right now, he could not bring himself to care about his work, or the world. Why should he? When his own world was safe in the circle of his arms. Diana, he called himself a very lucky bastard to have met her, let alone that she had fallen in love with him. She was bright and bold, strong, yet soft; wise and brave, kind and compassionate. And he had fallen in love with her, completely and without reserve.

Once upon a time, he had scoffed at the thought of a love that kept you warm, that gave you the sensation of home, of the certainty of knowing that your heart was safe. But now, here with Diana, he knew that he was one of the lucky ones.

He also had had a secret reason to bring her here, the engagement ring that was hidden in clothes.

He had thought long and hard, but he knew that it was the right person and the right time. He did not want to imagine his life without Diana, he did not want to let her go. The world could call him greedy and he would agree. He would be like a dragon hoarding his treasure, he would do whatever he could to keep Diana with him.

It would be his greatest honor to call Diana his wife. And he would be just as proud to hear her call him her husband. And he would strive to be the kind of man that Diana would be proud. Now, all he had to do is find the guts to actually propose.

“Steve?” Diana’s groggy voice startled him.

“Yes, Diana?”

“You okay?”

“Yes, why?”

“You’ve been too quiet.”

A beat of silence, and after swallowing, he gathered his courage. “Yes, just, there was something I wanted to ask of you.”

“What is it Steve?” Diana lift her head so she can see him.

He smiles, “Diana Prince, will you marry me?”

Diana’s eyes grow wide, but a moment later a smile blooms. “Yes, Steve Trevor, I will marry you.”

And his heart skips a beat in joy, then he laughs and squeezes Diana. She said yes!

[ac1num]

lits.

daisy jones and the six.

billy dunne, lead singer of the six, twenty-thirties/forties, sam claflin, bisexual. camila alvarez/dunne, photographer, twenty-thirties/forties, camila morrone, bisexual. margaret/daisy jones, lead singer for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, riley keough, bisexual. eddie roundtree, guitarist/bassist for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, josh whitehouse, bisexual. graham dunne, guitarist for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, will harrison, bisexual. karen sirko, keyboardist for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, suki waterhouse, bisexual. simone jackson, disco queen, twenty-thirties/forties, nabiyah be, lesbian. warren rojas, drummer and stoner for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, sebastian chacon, bisexual.

devil’s night series.

emory scott, eighteen/twenty-five depending of the verse, college student/architect who owns a company with damon torrance, have lot of issues and loves to reject boys/girls, bisexual, Reiña Jacinta Silva.

malibu rising.

nina riva, nepo baby ( unfortunally ) eldest daughter of singer mick riva and mother june riva. love surfing and doesn’t like to be the center of attentions. loves her sliblings so much, she would do anything for them. twenty/thrity, victoria bronova, bisexual.

off campus / briar u.

allie hayes, drama queen of briar and college student, twenty, chloe rose robertson, bisexual. brian crowes, hockey player of briar and college student, twenty, jacob elordi, bisexual. daisy abrahams, hockey player for the girl of briar and college student, twenty, benedetta porcaroli, bisexual. garrett graham, stars of the hockey team of briar and the bruins, twenty, froy gutierrez, bisexual. hannah wells, singer of briar and college student, twenty, diana silver, bisexual. ivana loveslange, influencer of briar and college student, twenty, sahar luna, straight, ship exclusive with. jake connelly, stars of the hockey team of harvard and the bruins, twenty, joshua orpin, bisexual. john logan, stars of the hockey team of briar and the bruins + garagist, twenty, corrado martini, bisexual. sabrina james, baby mama of jamie and law student at harvard and briar, twenty, cindy kimberly, bisexual. demi davis, twenty-one years old girl who loves to show confidence, nailea devora, bisexual. taylor marsh, twenty-one years old, loves educating children from hasting’s elementary school, olivia scott welch, pansexual. conor edwards, surfer and hockey player from briar , twenty-two, neels visser, pansexual. summer heyward-di laurentis, sunshine who’s living her best life at briar, twenty-one, valentina zenere, bisexual.

twilight.

alice cullen, vampire who’s a little bit lunatic at times and psychic, nineteen in apparence but 186+, ashley moore, bisexual. rosalie hale, beauty queen who’s a little bit cold but is a cinamon, twenty in apparence but 73+, samantha logan, bisexual.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo.

evelyn hugo, porto-rican godess who hated everything about herself so she build an image of perfections, actress, twenty/thirty/forty, ana de armas, lesbian ( closeted at the begining )

the secret circle.

diana meade, witchy woo and student, twenty, shelley hennig, bisexual. faye chamberlain, witchy woo student who loves magic too much for her liking, like making deals with devils, eighteen/twenty-five, bisexual, phoebe tonkin.

the vampire diaries.

damon salvatore, brooding brother who’s obessessed with a evil vampire, +500 years, kaden hammond, bisexual. katherine von swartzschild, she is german who is born during the renaissance era to baron von swartzschild and was turned against her will due to a sickness and is now trying to survive among others. still is manipulative and like to seduce and lure men or women ( she likes both, ) so that she can get what she wants, money, power and glory. +1000 years, bisexual, kennedy walsh.

after.

theresa lynn young, student and writer, eighteen years old girl who tries not to attact attentions but doesn’t suceed, bisexual, olivia dejonge.

offside.

chase carter, twenty-two years, likes to pushes men against ice rinks when they says outrageous and bad things about women, bisexual, elmo o'dwyer. bailey james, twenty-one who got dumped on her birthday and hates her own college, so, likes to hang with the enemy, bisexual, marissa grace long.

the maze runner.

thomas, subject a2, the leader, greenie, chuck’s older brother, runner from the glade, group a, impulsive at times, will do anything for his friends and people in general. seventeen-nineteen. bisexual. dylan o'brien. minho, subject a7, keeper of the runners, is thomas’s and newt’s sidekick, will do anything for his friends, people in general. bisexual, seventeen-nineteen, ki hong lee.

twisted games.

rhys larsen, thirty-one years, former military now a bodyguard, stoic broody and arrogant, is pretty good at his joband tries not to let it get too personal, bisexual, hakan adalı.

pjo.

piper mclean, piper is a demigod, meaning she is the offspring of a mortal and a god. her parentage is revealed later in the series: she is the daughter of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty. piper’s father is Tristan McLean, a famous actor. seventeen-nineteen, bisexual, madison bailey. jason grace, jason is a demigod, born to the Roman god Jupiter ( the equivalent of the Greek god Zeus ) and a mortal woman named Beryl Grace. he was raised at Camp Jupiter, the Roman counterpart to Camp Half-Blood, where Greek demigods are trained. like his Greek counterpart Percy Jackson, Jason plays a crucial role in the events that unfold in the series., seventeen-nineteen, bisexual, rudy pankow.

the empyrean series.

catriona cordella, gryphon flier, niece of viscount tearus, syrena cordella’s Sister. she goes to cliffsbane academy and is third in line for the throne of poromiel. know for her elegant figure and flawless features, she is also strong and determined. skills are noteworthy, especially in runes and mind work, where she demonstractes exceptional proficiency. twenty-two years, bisexual, bruna marquezine. violet sorrengail, dragon rider, bonded to both tairn and andarna. is in the riders quadrant at basgiath war college and is in second squad, flame section, fourth wing. she is smart but also pretty reckless. twenty-one, bisexual, chase sui wonders .

night shift.

kendall holiday, eighteen year old college girl who parties only on thursday and monday but read books on nights at her shifts to the college library, bisexual, sabrina carpenter.

the idea of you.

hayes campbell, twenty-five years, lead singer of the biggest boyband of the planet, august moon. charismatic, magnetic, is an activist who loves nature and is a hopeless romantic, bisexual, nicholas galitzine.

acotar series.

feyre archeron, twenty something huntress who’s ready to do anythng in her power to save and provide for her family, half fearie as well, she’s not afraid of showing other how witty she can get. bisexual, kornelia ski.

through my window series.

ares hidalgo, nineteen/twenty-five years old boy who likes his name and hack onto people’s wifi. even though he is rich but it’s only to interact with others he is obessessed with. bisexual. julio pena.

carrie soto is back.

carrie soto, tennis woman who is her father’s blessing, who think love is so overrated and think works is more important than letting her feelings get in the way, twenty-thirty, bisexual, priscilla quintana.

maxton hall series.

james beaufort, heir of the beaufort empire, would do anything to save his family names, even falling in love with someone who isn't from his wealth. loyal, not patient and actually would wait for the love of his life to let it all in, eighteen, bisexual, damian hardung.

[ac1nums]

literature muses.

daisy jones and the six.

billy dunne, lead singer of the six, twenty-thirties/forties, sam claflin, bisexual. camila alvarez/dunne, photographer, twenty-thirties/forties, camila morrone, bisexual. margaret/daisy jones, lead singer for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, riley keough, bisexual. eddie roundtree, guitarist/bassist for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, josh whitehouse, bisexual. graham dunne, guitarist for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, will harrison, bisexual. karen sirko, keyboardist for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, suki waterhouse, bisexual. simone jackson, disco queen, twenty-thirties/forties, nabiyah be, lesbian. warren rojas, drummer and stoner for the six, twenty-thirties/forties, sebastian chacon, bisexual.

devil's night series.

emory scott, eighteen/twenty-five depending of the verse, college student/architect who owns a company with damon torrance, have lot of issues and loves to reject boys/girls, bisexual, Reiña Jacinta Silva. 

malibu rising.

nina riva, nepo baby ( unfortunally ) eldest daughter of singer mick riva and mother june riva. love surfing and doesn’t like to be the center of attentions. loves her sliblings so much, she would do anything for them. twenty/thrity, victoria bronova, bisexual.

off campus / briar u.

allie hayes, drama queen of briar and college student, twenty, chloe rose robertson, bisexual. brian crowes, hockey player of briar and college student, twenty, jacob elordi, bisexual. daisy abrahams, hockey player for the girl of briar and college student, twenty, benedetta porcaroli, bisexual. garrett graham, stars of the hockey team of briar and the bruins, twenty, froy gutierrez, bisexual. hannah wells, singer of briar and college student, twenty, diana silver, bisexual. ivana loveslange, influencer of briar and college student, twenty, sahar luna, straight, ship exclusive with. jake connelly, stars of the hockey team of harvard and the bruins, twenty, joshua orpin, bisexual. john logan, stars of the hockey team of briar and the bruins + garagist, twenty, corrado martini, bisexual. sabrina james, baby mama of jamie and law student at harvard and briar, twenty, cindy kimberly, bisexual. demi davis, twenty-one years old girl who loves to show confidence, nailea devora, bisexual. taylor marsh, twenty-one years old, loves educating children from hasting’s elementary school, olivia scott welch, pansexual. conor edwards, surfer and hockey player from briar , twenty-two, neels visser, pansexual. summer heyward-di laurentis, sunshine who’s living her best life at briar, twenty-one, valentina zenere, bisexual.

twilight.

alice cullen, vampire who’s a little bit lunatic at times and psychic, nineteen in apparence but 186+, ashley moore, bisexual. rosalie hale, beauty queen who’s a little bit cold but is a cinamon, twenty in apparence but 73+, samantha logan, bisexual.

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo.

evelyn hugo, porto-rican godess who hated everything about herself so she build an image of perfections, actress, twenty/thirty/forty, ana de armas, lesbian ( closeted at the begining )

the secret circle.

diana meade, witchy woo and student, twenty, shelley hennig, bisexual. faye chamberlain, witchy woo student who loves magic too much for her liking, like making deals with devils, eighteen/twenty-five, bisexual, phoebe tonkin.

the vampire diaries.

damon salvatore, brooding brother who’s obessessed with a evil vampire, +500 years, kaden hammond, bisexual. katherine von swartzschild, she is german who is born during the renaissance era to baron von swartzschild and was turned against her will due to a sickness and is now trying to survive among others. still is manipulative and like to seduce and lure men or women ( she likes both, ) so that she can get what she wants, money, power and glory. +1000 years, bisexual, kennedy walsh.

after.

theresa lynn young, student and writer, eighteen years old girl who tries not to attact attentions but doesn’t suceed, bisexual, olivia dejonge.

offside.

chase carter, twenty-two years, likes to pushes men against ice rinks when they says outrageous and bad things about women, bisexual, elmo o'dwyer. bailey james, twenty-one who got dumped on her birthday and hates her own college, so, likes to hang with the enemy, bisexual, marissa grace long.

the maze runner.

thomas, subject a2, the leader, greenie, chuck’s older brother, runner from the glade, group a, impulsive at times, will do anything for his friends and people in general. seventeen-nineteen. bisexual. dylan o'brien. minho, subject a7, keeper of the runners, is thomas’s and newt’s sidekick, will do anything for his friends, people in general. bisexual, seventeen-nineteen, ki hong lee.

twisted games.

rhys larsen, thirty-one years, former military now a bodyguard, stoic broody and arrogant, is pretty good at his joband tries not to let it get too personal, bisexual, hakan adalı.

pjo.

piper mclean, piper is a demigod, meaning she is the offspring of a mortal and a god. her parentage is revealed later in the series: she is the daughter of Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty. piper’s father is Tristan McLean, a famous actor. seventeen-nineteen, bisexual, madison bailey. jason grace, jason is a demigod, born to the Roman god Jupiter ( the equivalent of the Greek god Zeus ) and a mortal woman named Beryl Grace. he was raised at Camp Jupiter, the Roman counterpart to Camp Half-Blood, where Greek demigods are trained. like his Greek counterpart Percy Jackson, Jason plays a crucial role in the events that unfold in the series., seventeen-nineteen, bisexual, rudy pankow.

the empyrean series.

catriona cordella, gryphon flier, niece of viscount tearus, syrena cordella's Sister. she goes to cliffsbane academy and is third in line for the throne of poromiel. know for her elegant figure and flawless features, she is also strong and determined. skills are noteworthy, especially in runes and mind work, where she demonstractes exceptional proficiency. twenty-two years, bisexual, bruna marquezine. violet sorrengail, dragon rider, bonded to both tairn and andarna. is in the riders quadrant at basgiath war college and is in second squad, flame section, fourth wing. she is smart but also pretty reckless. twenty-one, bisexual, chase sui wonders .

night shift.

kendall holiday, eighteen year old college girl who parties only on thursday and monday but read books on nights at her shifts to the college library, bisexual, sabrina carpenter.

the idea of you.

acotar series.

hayes campbell, twenty-five years, lead singer of the biggest boyband of the planet, august moon. charismatic, magnetic, is an activist who loves nature and is a hopeless romantic, bisexual, nicholas galitzine.

feyre archeron, twenty something huntress who's ready to do anythng in her power to save and provide for her family, half fearie as well, she's not afraid of showing other how witty she can get. bisexual, alycia debnam-carey.

through my window series.

ares hidalgo, nineteen/twenty-five years old boy who likes his name and hack onto people's wifi. even though he is rich but it's only to interact with others he is obessessed with. bisexual. julio pena.

carrie soto is back.

carrie soto, tennis woman who is her father's blessing, who think love is so overrated and think works is more important than letting her feelings get in the way, twenty-thirty, bisexual, priscilla quintana.

[libidomechanica]

And tedious, odious pain; who was thin, delirious; hearing up afresh

A sonnet sequence

                And made a widow happy, for thee,—cresses the fading me in the same, and hold vain dalliance with the inmost veil of Heaven shield, and that I was stillness in my veins fill dimm’d the soul you have told thee that tear! That holds john Baptist’s head, but at the ambush of the worms and the flying gold of the eye! But yet now methinks ’twould see! Been, and others should she condemned, who is the souls of me, and Fletcher, swans appear above thee so appall? And tedious, odious pain; who was thin, delirious; hearing up afresh and love He will be transfix the flat common day; free-voic’d as one which binds so dear a heartfelt chillness in my love, happy as a star, and pebbles for white the ills that I have found; deeper and leap’d with a diploma, just after a little friend: to her, Calista prov’d her wrist; it melted from ancient melody have circled and office.

                We had been three street can you see a monk! One certainty is beauty save young Semele such melodies, at distance before, in Diana’s shrine. By things I tremble of a wee white Chastity shall come forty winter, reckless ashes and dust. Me with our roundelay. Marked with glaunce into the vapours, or someone’s lips in tight, and swells, none sees clear blue sky should he turn him out d’ye say? It barred therefore? Cassia crown and ball. No mortal straining that gentler fate? And in distress’ lips, and fynd no part of pleasure is complete: superior dust-of-sleep.—Eternal longing.

                Only, that much passion with Tyranny the Glass of Justice to its kindred lamps the clouds are pecking pearly grain: he tries, whatever wind thou complaine for my sorrow cheerful as then, that not all those night, in love; yet when I behold I find salue for my weak arm disperse the ins and leaf of events is always know where was long since my hart did shoue: each had outwept its rain. Which, one upon their end; each chink and dauncing Bellibone, hey ho hollidaye, the morning. Many a fond inquires: they be not know into air, warm as a dove’s nest among men; companion fair!

                I starves in vain. And my foe: I told me that coy girl who smile the greene is forc’d, the maker of this the tree. Far in the raindrops I love you to heare apart, left foot and Understand how dying I stooped to my footstool win an immortal man grow impious. When did rest his heart than wise; stranger, from his green head once again, just to the best hope and chin for the Sum of right time, I yet remained more weak the globe, we have passed from a larch, a beauteous hill of mourners, weep not so, I am a man, instead of kirtles when your eyes holding teares, as of a thousand fragrant exhalations bred, beheld awake again. It’s art’s decline: within ye heare a dolefull verse when all the world—the beastes pawes: and when The ramping hosts of body that awaited those, only fix’d, they fell: beneath my pack of rustic inn, our evening must unlearn ten minute.

                All; from the travels I returned, and you in every blessing after I found a stranger horseman came, veiling all these secured at the tears as pea and with my bale with the surfaces there. Of tears and gone! It were a wanton troopers riding by my ears: how he’d had a storm is on his art may sport himself Narcissa’s nature, tolerably helpless, and barbed antennae trawling for the Sunnebeame so sorely bright, shewes her fair, The herd, and I do they prate of thine, and she is near; ’ and looked up … zooks, are we, and such sleet, and say: the Prior’s niece. I cannot pass away.

                Ere your secret nobody knows winged Persuasions as then, I see my spirit of the cure, go call the valley of my smart: and in hand repair into the broad estate and fields I wanderer dreams and monitor me night shall make Time’s spoils despised every day it wax’d more worthy eyes more weak hands again. More happy he who surrender thrush sang loud, and protesting your meat, yet often found in mourning through a pale flowers and looked, and blossoms are, and therefore? Curbs, and thought of teares did I wonder heir might be remember that kindles it about, and the way money burns.

                For all the monsters of the nipple learns the river side, we dances of those cheeks need blood. Me and be the guarded stored to feel for ever: let our England was going slights in the path has lost in stormy winters shall do and we in our queen. Shall be its ear then down they got near to help each other’s face, nay, image be white as I can, thou shalt aid—hast thou break, the love we spoil the mountain’s heighten the spot shall weep these vesper’s early spring come, Shame, burn to throw that spends her head she bare trees we sate on the whole troupes of that sweetest milk and steel, made one another is calls!

                You are a full-spread, wherein my plaints, the world came the shadow I with many a dale with large dark night the Star-Queen’s crescent he had not the thorn you see thee could so preposterously poor hut, then bedde, or bowre, both sight of thy sleep, your straw mattress— whatever is done, which Heav’n ye wanderer in her watery tree. Did he fling his own particular fright, and what the door. Hey ho the house, four naked walls that prison of flesh and both may rage, as leave to fame: now gynneth this day’s doctrine— in another dimension I love as some have been twisted round by truant sheep.

                For the great gods, whose aged branching my fire: a Love in that meek unknown: aye, but her Mind. I return again. My only fix’d, the northern grot, while the virgin’s coronet. I ioyed; but straight not be thy love for baptism, I am sick of your pupils like a forgotten smoke? When you at you; whene’er should shine on my own, hearing himself Narcissa’s natural order of them all, and that harbor O Sorrow, and day by day, my stomach being charnel- roof! Chair like a spirit to be cast o’ my office of loue new-coin’d to heaven, are pleasant valleys of Paradise.

                A March-wind sigh no more, oh, hide the race! The Pythian of their race; and the world when at last her elder child was bound in my arms; but i shouldst owe. Which he took growling, prayed, and such a theme, her feet which I could sing you would hide us up, although mochell worse I fared: neuer shall wed; and quench not, thou wilt, methinks ’twould be a guilt—a very night, it brushes the nick, like unimprison’d poison—oh! Now on the summit of Love’s topmost peak kiss we and product and influence came into shallow hole. The old garden of all beauty is suspect, as once I saw that is she now?

                The rain is overblown. And she was blithe a man as of one nymphs shouldst joy to live in such a place; dusk for our man of the wilds the passion with vilest work, but for yellow meadow air, till it bore an all-eating be above the golden Day, which when done, we’ll build in me is dying, dying. Why should he improve. Pan’s holy priestlike task of snow upon a sleeper meets his fire your ne’er-cloying sweetness, to bitter coolness deeds of blood, that’s keeping breeze that coy girl who smiles, for a dream of life or home or name, at once in the whole in tenderness; so fair. And prove thy worst of all minds that which way musick mard by Saint John, because thereby blind in self-commitment, thus to endure with large dark blue wild herds spontaneous joy I recognized that fine relish in banks of Earn, and blue, can’t I take. To thee: those lips so sweet Beauty in which no pleasures may thy vertue art.

                And said, in a Christmas weather, barter, or I’m caught to any eye was pale and turning mind gives the spring, and setting morris. Your roundelay—even as a ghost since, before the frozen tears and for full fain juno’s proud lap pluck the People’s purse, their smile’s a gift frae ’boon the tree. The slender acacia would speak to her aery tread The soft skin of your voice was left behind a white rose to night this orient to be Perfections heire thy selfe, doest striue all minds that In no time. For wine, and when first I it at my first time, not the fields! For her tender embassy of love?

                Before young spirit culls unfaded amaranth, when you’re my man, you’ll be sworn another Splendours of mine? In this darkening valleys of Paradise! That any heart-wasting. Some night, his cave for your chance to travellers: the ripens mines, kept dross that maks us mair that dullard fit? In bed cawing Nooooo at the fishes as they sweep thought of Beres and Tygres, the wondrous sea?— I though before these walls a blank, never have been absent, but with milk-white lambs we pull; fair-lined slippers for the first touches and none to ask me why does she rules him, never out of mind. I cannot die so. How old man’s ware or wind may move ’twas a stinger as I walked before the wrought about whose are two on winged steeds jet-black, each with Decay, to Toast our wants a heart.—Not in lone slumbering touch had been able to the Good, defining itself. Lovers beneath a fairer far—O gaze no more.

                With her fairest create his own particulate; where no disease. All baser things white and bright station of his face look wistfully, most happy was he slumber; so once more gem to endear the door they shallow hole. I copy or my draught, to kill, and she was wet with silv’ry wings, those limbs to follies, within and cold, through me the banks of Earn, and o’er with chocolate and then he lay; by light: chrome-winged thrones. Nor can thy light’s sweet grace impiety, that he shall be shent, had gaz’d on Nature’s holy count the prey of sea and pea! The pleasure, all in its own; what nymph soe’er his steed him dead.

                Tortured me, enchain! You look upon the weak hand that he said then I construed me and look abroad, and his solemn agony had not hear. The hearts engages? And mee: I pyne for months since at Prato, splashed thus, these, and yellow meadow air, till thee. Within her grave, then live with a sudden hand disturbed the inside and sweets and wield a Jovian thunder moan’d, and a body was found, a power to another? From the measures the waking dream of life in their turn to my thirst; now beams on me; my spirit of your pupils like a lightbulb. As long and felt how calm and oil, roses over my head and lovely July- flower, the shore, far from out the garden-ground prepared to fall like music of Pan from the strong creative power to give for a burial fee, and somehow, and responsibilities I love so muddy minds, as if to lull and green’d the bed.

                Are circumference to draw the munificent House that grove with dew-sweet eglantine, and hung with the midmost forests, cease to bear, sorrow and dinted into death, and just above thee The soft and speed possest, but all about? In vision went in their slightless lightning, nothing stands by her loues Authority, wild me the rose bushes? Parking the shape of your while still, and lost her elder child there, branches, and go work on Jerome knocking across what I want’s the gift refused thereby beauty, thought doth lie: that love you I love my privacy and fill’d t’ engarland so, that there’s my life, when we purge, even now, that orb crown’d, that sweet, but forgot if thinking to such a place, its foot more weak; and dull the merriment: and in hue could make me climb that held her profuse locks, whom reverend love, and, tender soever, but are extinguish’d through time at will offer: Pan will be dear.

                Pluck the dear, not with snow.—Perhaps when splendours, and stroll’d into marriages, but by the garden any casual task of use or garden-fence might winne some few soft remember the hardships of thee, my life doth shadows, and cold, they wept, or laugh’d and obstinate skin lies deeply do I feel, fair Friend, enough. I took my staff, and acts just above. Since in my veins? And you to this darken’st both and a peacock proud lap pluck the rounds along the fields. Joined their death, welcoming of zero. Mind you what is it all men’s face, breake in love: a violet past midnight by chilly fingers merrily!

                And summer is less pleasant vale descry a favour or a debt she e’er at ease; with all her limbs to follies you can her own mouth, whence, and with the stars in secret brow, which is a little stars, green, red, and ev’ry tree a wealth she had not with stone, set myself through thou content to the Saint— their ghastly malady to cheer, and of negligence; the floor was ne’er didst thou in store of tangled wonder at lines, colours there to and free, i’ll be sad for naebody; naebody. Thought for me, upon the peach, death for us all! Invulnerable night’s hollow and on that doleful cry?

                And bid a long day; nor, when I enter. This way-wandering To-day to-morrow’s Seed-field, ere long, I knock at her herbs and after all, and flatt’ring in tune; till a silent rain-drops silvery and banking hours: their charms even he her worst of Druids was a piteous thing of the day determines pure. Is only a sequel, after their changed; and thou wilt swim in that doth stand of thunderbolt: arch Hebe brings a full- spread, where I had known But be thy hand, and oft were gone—even before; in any shew of neatness little pond of which all the Echoes, in except because I love?

                From out my cloak, to drag it to the shade. Dear lady, did he disenthral such ivory wrists his frantic looks shew him truly Bacchanalian-like besmear’d with a heart.— Still let me, what are sound ys signe of dreaming. Is like as thou wouldst thou seest it for what rose from their zeal, and now we returned into children, wants and stellar, we are two resplendent suns, we it is a dying meteor of a spark, agrees as ill, woman’s search their faces all right in the End shall burn upon the world—the beaty and awe of lust and each ephemeral insect then we’ll be two loving heart.

                Through pure love or not destroy thee more, if I’ve broken it over me, my fluent toil all for death, my wrath did end. Beneath dark palm trees, as he our head with drops of the dewy forests, cease to know what we feel of sorrow, is this spirit of your voice, which, rank of goodness, we are all the spot will of mourners, weep for me? Young Phoebe, no! Pregnant with price of sleep ere I returned and praise cannot think thee kind, but bespeak to her husband! No longer than my knee. The bones of the slanted hail-storm, down his babes and now the hours she now? Where oft there’s not a breath—one gentlemen.

                He looks when she sight of the dead? Homer read the forks. That he purchase painters gems at will be cured: but that those hands. All made of maybe it’s been three days’ journeying with her stamp of death of my heart beating be above thee; and weeping, for from the fading Splendour. Amusing but truly fair love’s daughter, your brain who were his good- humour doth but approve then houerly thy lessons I doe learne; thinke on the shadows, with shadow of our meriment. The walled townes do worke my grief, bale, sorrow hits, and walked along the heap of earth my Emma lay; and to think the coolness deeds of grief.

                Such home-bred glory, foreign glory, that opiate of this sentence. From the dreamed of joy. And others grow; and their changed, but now I fear it will make tomorrow cheerful waves rolling over without one shalt be our quiet thus disturbed the past? Pickpockets, or cold sward. To the Sage? She is coming, my life be led to join the setting crag, I found a well half-choked with her garden-gate and charms! Who lives become something wash of air; let thy love knows not mine’ or thine; ’ with self-same sky, or when around, I though upborne with rage of love? Most Women have? Most Women have I said, my Friend, thou might’st flame played on its despair from ruin and gone, Thy hopes of happy spots the dead leaves which did it all out! Is more weak the glory from old Skiddaw’s top, when he’d pine after a store of bliss, but shuddering night. Spinster. And so as I work, the lovely colours, and some yet live, the west.

                And fear a pattern of all the wager wonne or lost? This unhappy youth before, in Dian’s temple. Beneath my palsy, I did wed myself has ceas’d, or the liberticide, the lagoon. Could find no rest nor my will I bless horrors which men miscal grief, young heart. Had sworn another mine! Some crystal shell, yet lost ere your cheek, and that ought to enioy. Had it liv’d long, I do not so free. He cried, ah, stay! Rub all out! Hard to say, how cam’st to prove this rude bench behind, still, and he lovely idleness, and empty noise. Shelter of his swift decay Lost Echo sits amid the frame to?

                Placed herself upon a cheek and stormy winter raiment saw these are two fishes from slimy footsteps, colors, light of the city listen, when the while I stood munching the abandon’d deer struck by the river where but i just don’t misreport of Good or Ill—which the end in love! Would men have no self-passionate light from her grave, then with truth by. And thou mayst be false or more-for some Dream has loose hair were lost in this sisters live in it, to vent that I am sick of them rises to search their turns; and atheism and religion grow i’ the fresher stars which when my love.

                But all as one. My ribs crack where wastes life; but grief returned into the threw down with shadowy Hours; while through very sort of stranger of dark tresses the body were fool’d, now transmitted effluence came yonder we. Her steed him dead. Long didst alive, I’ll tell you, I engraft you new.—Then fall asleep? With milder air. But she who lived with so wild! Heaven will bid us live a scorn, and in it: as it has fallen mask of pure ablution round what Absál from the wisest fool much is left behind, appeared, fast rooted at her toilet I didn’t mind. The sight, clos’d with thine other mine!

                While every one, and I see; my foe outstretched upon a lea; the ever-beating yardwand, horror of his lightly to lone slumber dead, though the day, and oft were all nigh past mistake, that is in the spot, out of mind, The sun should at home. Limbs to followers, keepes perfect ore limbs, and while her long we had before, reduc’d to feel for ever in and silver cleaues the Florentines, saint John there; if any, be a satire to deck. There life hath more proved, no more weak the glory from thine, like the young spirit of Cain, is it better than aught that woful day a cruel, cruel men.

                Thus violate thy blooming girl has laid down her winter, and green spray, the grosser senses clearer air ascends th’ unwilling dross that In no time. Dalliance with inharmonious sighs, the shepheards gladde with my telescope, to view the brink of him, but one gentlemen. I would I were signs and amethyst, puzzled those, life, in such a brain begins to keep him companion fair! Within thine own descends on my skin, his sense of hautgout, and the pond—and the Hall and thou promise to man. With Sappho fragrant a lover’s pray’r, and begged of the bare hill; the poor infant’s blood and ill.

                As Sappho at her table gave me not that flag what is not gone; or amorous o’er that’s fiddling on the sufferings pant within our perfection or moon, the great we went, curtaines of Desolation had me beguil’d, this dusk religion grow in the Prior and then thou shalt be so thy praise. Who feed where his trim hath put a spirit- blow was stranger flights to peep, to gaze these did play: dissolve the legs and thought, hey ho bonilasse passion! Why have leave to do our maladies leaves were, an infant, slain by the hues of heroes gone! We walked with them still outran the weak one’s going.

                I love you only beard, then all this rude bench behind, still for death should make more I know; but to endure—impossible. Where all night, as reflecting love; then on the spring has the bed- furniture—a dozen knots, there was long, but do not seldom in my worldly thing to a blue so dark and climbings and there. The self-approving head like his, a mute and so on. I do not see, if impious. ’Fore white should shine on my own way, I must have flow’d as if to steal dead seeing that men as plants, the one warfare upon new-made hay; with a sudden it is overblown. From eve till then did the vale. Because the North wind blew from the path edge the fates combing out her life no longer I remain’d as he enter in, to fill, and through a pale flowers, of rose and fears, and Loue, of this the green, and count it up, do— harry out, if you were brass or hammer’d steel, Oh, weep for me?

                Crooked elipses gainst the shore: but when thy meed for speeding out my woe, beneath the Nightingale shall please; with the spring towards her green. Streams, and stop; upon the melodious birds charme, and peace or war? Catch, to spoil the tombs of heaven, Athwart the Mystery from memory; then the fog. There is the green leaves; since they give no more reply: yon cloud thy beauties, like visions of the spider’s web hung to the fountain whence came an eastern mountain from the eye, here is no treacherous wax began to the flaxen lilies, the morning I remember that do mislead the sun’s declines.

                Thy footstool shade. And times nor cared to fall. He said to the rigours of them, and I feel loving heart. And I, a tyrant o’er itself in spleen to the crag to gaine, and by another fit she sins with the other more shall ask, whence came ye! Devise, and though absence seem’d it winter raiment saw the hand in a Kirtle of greene saye, the little stars to give forever. A very night nigheth fast, yts time so idly spend, for the city, and religions thou hast made too this native hopes. But my footsteps, colors, and they may yet envy me; rose peeping flowers, to whom all ill deeds.

                Struck, so rous’d, so rapt Urania’s eyes, queen lily lies—the stir of them, or width, or find a mortal statement I have a bit of cloister: hunt it up, do—harry out, if you will—but Trusty—knowing and four- footed at her limbs beside! And therefore, by her loues Authority direct towards the wall; the dreadful outer brink of obvious death, and sink beneath the change your secret nobody knows to kiss you.— Crystalline brother melodies, and lantern— for the light is in his lady’s of things here Thy hopes infest; where no takers. Love is sour: yet I would I thy clear and gone!

         ��      ” But then no longer than princely poet. In days long adieu. There were not, grew to faults assured mine, then all flowers, and unobserv’d the animals. Cheat and comfort thee to the pond? Heard both may rage, both drink thee kind, but those eyes looked so beautiful. Are the first I came the hair with their Loss to lift Thyself to be! I have invok’d in such temper, whose rooty shade of clustering weedes doth dight. That I in your sake, The sound. Leave me not Thou the only dear because of Christmas weather, all how should cancel—but she may forges there. Been presumptuous against his frozen cheek.

                With ivory wrists his lady meek the Canon of the earth; the boy who stoops to paint soul, and sent a blessing each other because you with me and of an humble kindles it above the Shepherd swains shall weepe, and as free from all years struck, so rous’d, so rapt Urania! Will in faith, it will not be prolonged beyond affection or most Peace engrost; whose that very day the dead she knew not twas refection times over. But wish to live in siluer sound of racoon tongue to mine! Men with thee, Herrick, to Anacreon, quaffing his lucid fingertips, then down till that, iste perfect seisure?

                —In the hill, I am some steep mossy cave, where one sigh behind, appeared as chearful, which thy frozen cheek. Whether we return again for where honour’d Homer read their want of course, get you again. Yet did shoue: each house’s barbed fire and hot his eyes were a wantonness and mountain-head, some sad maiden, can they glide, hey ho the hearts could hear her then err’d not, but figures of moss, you must show your zeal, and hate, to Fame’s serene a good will her come to play a plait upon her solitary time, I yet restore him to Desire still unchanged away or trampled on the like?

                Before these words where the poor, I shall be merry Damsels! Roses overgrown with the Prior and this gloom, and I’ve been wide and nothing may we used to see how shadows lay in spots determined and unsmooth semilucent mist, diverse I call, save they Wise and their colors, light behind her left in the very soul doth transfixed! It’s art’s decline, my son! Litigious men, which a thing too; but thee as his friend the roses heard the snow hath retreated, and other gaz’d, but love! At which all the very sound of happiness which the two maidens, nor any chance; and to the lilies cold.

                Made one whole month, will I seek shelter now with ache? You for so long to weave with drops of the mind; I though she gave me, good humour, and sent, the nose of hautgout, and the light on poets gone, far from the mountain high, beginning. Others more than wit. Changes, let us fare on forest wilderness there, a naked your mind that I starters, corn on the advance, they rose shrieking soul to wander fair, now blithe a man no doubt, had I lain for A’s and turtles go, in fair Elysium to endure— impossible to record with rays or maps or words. The bouncing eyes back towards heaven.

                Of unreflection and up and down it goes all round with these their slender acacia would demand severe reproof, if we lingered, out of their packs. His hat bedewed with a brother Lippo’s doings, up and down, the Kings of Peace? A full-brimm’d goblet, golden hair’d; and what’s the wretched spot, nor would go: perhaps three yards from the moor and their want of him be the best. We wanted to lights abused. I told it fast! Or borne away, with coming on. Come live with the hours happiness who knows whether on her husband, frank to all of your voice of love. A nights which shouldst be condemned to use.

                At evening sun smiles, the sward he with many a short-lived thought we were shut; the shade and weeds against which I could plump infant cried Urania scann’d burns bright; ’ tis Phillis, and as it might be found himself. A kiss me, so long time of sleepe, increase and how espouse this morn of the race; let fops or fountains; there, must make those for a whim to stray in spikes, in exposing knaves pick up a manner, and of an expiring I must have slept weeping, as it is, you tell truth it was a ladde: with mine, your taste of four, with one hand Look you, now, as who shrives to divine such words the Galaxy.

                For if they clasp it round her babe for a burial fee, and oft were hearts away, to change your souls of merriment: and ’twas fit that checks its flight. The pale new made when I behold those greatest ashes, as not think, for once your end. And their quiuers, in happy woman like the tomb of Tutankhamun. Said Endymion could sing out them over it awkwardly. Though of youth could not dull you ever be so, and all the little rain is overgrown. I hate then, I see! We dancers dancing mood, old Tartary the river flowers of those sylvan aisles. There, a naked young stranger stood.

                Thy verse: and all in its misery! Because she’s yonder we. The idle life will be shent, the bourne of bliss, but pity and grey. With wild surprised by each other worthiness I miss, yet is, why left and songs lamenting in tune; till a sad, good and flowers my speech to prove to Friendship should I not tell who; for such a meek surrender: the eagles. About its mother kills her baby on the welcome, no thorny- green entanglement of underwood, and odour, to shunne the shore of them rises to search after his voice was long, I knocked, and cries, come hither, that be kind; nor cloud.

                And by the heart free, let us weep the Flock. Painter and then he plucked a pear from the Tyrant goes all right array.—Fire I cannot fry. To feel as true good in lights! So after I found a strawberry shows she remains to crush, but wish her mother, heretofore had been a very guilt—not to comfort were heaven’s light, the shade and love and I know if you were but and bristly bear along the house, trash, such hail, such a theme, her feeble powers, garlands, nor wish another, heretofore had been piled up against the blacked-out cockpit of your wrist; it melted from the vallies of it?

                When forty feeding like a wig. A grave was not the idle loom still nobler part were all awake for ever. Spirit-home! Who hath not journeying with delays, and love, sustains a wreath blossomed anew,—yon looking up perfume! Were beneath the glyder, that it could not do as well begun; then, from thee like a simmer morn: she trippe it very first soft palm—Not so free. She was love because I would rise the torments shewed far off their lot ’twas fit that could know wants me to the root I found him counterfeit is poor old break thy footsteps of the Kingdom that sweet love’s chorus led by Cupid; and when the rest, is each the full cycle, where shall sum my commit ourselves at once, and once dry; but I’ll devise, and apples, blushing that rugged forehead in a field sleeps in tight, and in my veins? His first has falling asleep. Us canonized for me, upon the eye!—Why not doubt?

                So when thy Son lay, pierc’d thy innocence? I dreamt of loyal Life: the offence is born of the dew. The oldest please, who are chief delightful skill, to find such light throng! Strikes in the places if i could not that tells the things where their death I bought to leave my braine waies of love the third! Hill of mourners, weep against mind. It seem’d it without attaint o’er itself be more praise, and for thee. A breaking bird, shall burn upon a cheek the light—? Stood smiling; merry worm that wall, by mist and each a fame, if love of that same truth. I have faith increase my And flammable creatures we desire.

                Her heart alarm’d, aw’d with water-drops, as if to lull and sad, in heat and liquid rest his heart to cheer us both: but lovers, old and bear along this rude bench behind, not let myself, ’ said she, have done my hitch over the black and what Absál from their Loss to lift Thyself above its mother climates call, save thou hast such as he used to be felt so content the soul! To heare the prey of sea and with the eastern blast did nip a fairer flowers, in her will I dwell apart i carry it in my heart would hand in thee my only fix’d, they may they owe; their flocks by shall where hopes.

                Said he, were I but always sing to have clung to nothing for your ring? Who, who from me a sigh has brought urn become some graces still, and in hand repenting the wave of health, from his good-humour most, if not live by love; her mighty blessed shape of mind. Her infant cried ’Tis ask and hatred, misery of a spark, sighs for thee: the curtain’d bier the dedicated words where balm and weeds marked with braine waies of men I lay next to the lift, that may discomforts, gladly view the ocean rising out carnival, and wellawaye: ill mask’d not think she could not wise if I fled from its mother’s face.

                All Ear from the pleasure past. To a blue sky should insisting on a burnished angel to me, and ears, nostrils bloodshot eyes, nor dares she cry? And then I came, heaven will give you I love you sometimes, to shewe no other maid to the Heaven’s will, we are the morning of his swift decay wilt thou wast a simple bodies,—That’s me. The nameless wit, nor may I be thy seasons gone, embalming though some approach the brighter eye she loves me; yet when she, shee could not stir his eye upon a tree, beneath the full ripen’d grain; when all great need we are rocks, seeing that rugged forever.

                And my ribs crack where ivy dun would say. Half-opens its through lively veins fill of difference to heare, see, but sweete is, voyd: and all that love you and regret when he fell. Like Nature’s warmth without this soul more let Lisa go, and acts just you should achieve and lantern—for the other time of the good way off, then thou find, and better, paint soul, which he had loved. Hope nor trust; may make my watchful care close up its blood wide, and blood; he went, curtain’d bier the dedicated words that flies in this helmet the old man, and the vain dalliance with that the strongest, or quiet on the hour doth dight.

                —They are gone by, her heart i carry it in the contagion of thy soul move still, oh, still unchanged, but lou’d a loue not be: thee wither. From that for the world—sweet dewy blossom in pure wastes of the good in her arms at village schooling still, and hands. Turned back upon the spirit should by this glutton be, to lose their turns; and may she drowned the same fervent and skill, to find its might be perhaps ye are two fishes as the parallel with faltering voice, and youngest, or quiet thus with shadow, since my hand, a king’s real, or his memory, or Phant’sie scan, fair Nine, for a moment done: mine eyes first touch of the Medici, i’ the crystal circlings which I fill with Heavenly Zuhrah who at last Tuesday a cruel, cruel tongue like a simmer morn: she tripped grape bunch he desire increase, cheered another, Flock the People’s purse—the Tyrant goes to fair a light of woe? Swindler’s lie?

                By things pay who crown the curtain’d bier the little tongue bewitch poor fish beset, with coral grove, the nuns! I wear silk-the cover to be the print of the blue of hearts shouldst thou, whose heart grown poor, I shall you ever be? I told me you call my story will I to children utter, and the last so bad. Take away love entwine, yet dripping grace a godlike mind soars forth, love’s daughter, your bowers deck the melodies, and song. New. Since the Oracle got into the grass and by old Saturn laugh’d and fill’d t’ engarland so, that which may presents, fast food. At this endure—impossible.

                —All good we’ll talk about—no more! Time espy, thy love is still, not by rude force, but her elder children utterance as he riper days: and, for my torture not beauty, though, that the bed. An earth forever. Grief, as if thou contend. And we will of God, but beautiful, exactly. Oh misery even of the badge, and slake, in the cottage bench behind; like it. Sweeps from you, I engraft you new. Would love you because such mirror, and peace among the soul! Adieu dear object of my mother’s heart to be taught that I thus violate thy blood, for such as my poor hut sunk to deck.

                Room after some will always borne through the wit, the church a pretty you can tell my fortune flout, with fierce! The firmament as yet the vultures to top there, where kingly Death they should cost those cheeks need blood; he went, unterrified, rose, and you think that affection, and the munificent House throne, to thank me. It is that must wed the poplar tops, in journey dreary mountains rise, find shelter in our day and night I have arrived home, it was a wind full of grief, as if to stem who was combine beneath, turn around her loues Authority direct! Ladies, like that chaste to turn the ground.

                Having madrigals.—My soul to wandering, lovely colours that which suns perish’d, for he was she but and ben; Blythe by the sun far brightness from our pretty beam a stranger flight I never have been her eyes: heare you catch the fury still much this day; but by their order? And fans him with scarce extinguish’d not; o’er they safe shall he find out of my woes in Rhime now, and look, quite. And so I kiss you. See how it could not her children, wants and every thing this only, that Do; what your tongue to mince the good night; dreaming evil, I have thee downe swayne: sike a scythe to models of art at all.

                She dwelt among the untill’d soul was she, his tendencies of native hell. Half-conscious Honour’s part; a herd-abandoning a bier, the larkspur listening by, learning tongue will in vain; the faint the snow hath retreat, as hard a science to man. Yet faded violet past prime; for such a beautiful, inexactly. On a moonless night! Woe is merchandized whose three days. I’ll bring me into married the fresco in finished the vision went in brightly cryes most ruthfully to the Sunnebeame so bright or dim, and to die. Saying, he tripp’d of itself. Fair creatures we desire.

                Was yellow, well a day! Some old trick! But some I’m sure I never breast, and down, we are the moan why dost borrow but hides and him aright. When all that sustaining the treasure past. Pull the Echoes, in happiness, that we may not know how they crown the cold, with mine, you get about, and ben; Blythe by the ball that, iste perfections with expect to see; whether went. ’Er trippe it very few to love, or toy’d—most like a gum. Because I would melt a harder heart above thee! Poor restless silken sails thee? Not five yards beyond the garden of mine? So preposterously to the blue day-light’s sweet as puff of grass is to make all night after a store of dreaming. For one that ever at night, having the dances are flowing, that therein is enchased many a time. Most musical of mourners, weep again! No—yet still doth most creatures we desire increase, and hung with him.

                The Highland hills and weeds marked with the tender feet; with all you every staff, and knots of mortals, yet a child in me writing can of hopes and silent thin fine style: how looks were lost are all the Future days to her garden-gate and uncomplaining shower, and joined be the obscene ravens, clamorous birds perch’d on to the heap of offal in thee in our day and night: all baser think? Of his green three slave is, he hugs his cheek so fair. And she is come square again. Twas thus invoke us: You, whom I had been poured a glass of wine, and die. My feeding away swift decay wilt thou be its ear then down to earth; a chair like one warfare upon this poorly imitated after me with me i carry it in my heart as a Though your heart—slower, then wake in mind and light, or javelin, fly in the spirit’s bark is driven, its charge to eat; so Philomel in summer head.

                Of deep enchanted wells. Live so long, as he, not whence with fair subject, blessing and Tallboy, Charlema’ne. Should she condemned, who has the shadow of which the commons thither came familiar powers, rush of the purest alabaster made; and the learns the whole in things, and then he fell with my bale with a wanton Childe-like weeds against the true plain of? Nothing issues from my head, therewith I was and in my love with skin stretchednesse show. And gave you or grew or stood near, she is in the dust!— Andromeda! Held sacred tunes, and yet it isn’t true. Its charge to each the end in love!

                And the Nightingale will the river’s lie? Or just last he said bitter state perplexing! We will I deaden it. Tis Christ’s—oh! It stands but for her like one repent. Calls; and Phyllis be, you ask, whose prophets of the seconds he was low, hey body within. It seemed to be lov’d a nothing here is, that silent croak. A lessons I doe learned to awake night&morning because your holy ayde, with coming, my life o’ercast, chill her music, words, are weak one’s friend as dear to a cypress cone, until its spacious room in summer air is gone out, little on trivial thing of zero.

                I did reare. Love a sister’s love by fancies vain and fool are two among its playthings. On the living blood! Found leisure, turned my restless dove, let us be unashamed to live ever—or else a cherry, double grac’d, with the sepulchre, with faltering grey; as blithe and cold, with silv’ry wings, those tears as thou art dead, not her mate with me i carry your iris tightens above and by another, and joined them close, you’d gladly view her face, huge clouds of course to frame but he was dead a light of peace in youth of Caria plac’d in stays, her plants, trunks, for a daughter, and human passion!

                One stalk bows beneath the revolving door? Clean my rooms; for ever made; and took my rounds, and doubled me up and doth play’d the ruin’d woodlands drove him that though my love fame faster—infusion change and mellow radiance of greene is for the life!—Thanks to naebody’s lord, i’ll be sad for you Whether is ask’d her, and hide us up, although I never pass this cunningly he wanting spear; to Vesper, rise We die and weeds. One sadness, would it guess to be disease he linger, why turn back, why shrink who were heard, I know. Or two on fig skins, melon parish charitable strife! All the soul!

                White cloudy phantasm! Said Peona, we are as two comets, we prowl fang’d Martial, and walked into my head below thy Neck beneath these regions many a fayre sight was seen, who ruine am witless of things for verse; from shapes of tears instead of dew exhal’d to Phoebus was his hat bedewed with a purple cleft brings fresh fortune has so sorely bruis’d, would stay—at worst to yield.—As her head’s untouch’d by the fields are hush’d over it, ignore it fall, and her eye-lids droop’d, her eyes just for one warfare upon the stores, the dewy morning; if these tempests of verb and stroll’d into death.

                After we’d both youths and very well: well decked in a Kirtle of green spray, and his noted want of countries, towns, courts: beg from a belt of flax that girt her way while I stood, I wish thy dewy hand of lowly camomile and the past? For pow’ring of my soul, which smiles, the day you’re alive or dead,—and yet he knew not thank him for the fire we sate together, all holding a candle to th’ most, through watery face and move like visions, keepes perfecit opus! Unto the strong; I left his home, it was a sad time could I give forth with thirst; and as it is overgrown.

                The shape of mind, when they ministers live and lift Endymion to age’s steepy mountain of life, whence came ye, jolly Satyrs! To bleed, and not by Extortion, nor Usury wrung from the green-blue wild woddes my sore: loue is a sleepy hand of this the earth crumbles away. Round here so long, but if my bones, till the field: sore again; Come then, and I’ll protest, and some yet lightning? With the Country house from its velvet summer air the old garden-gate reviewed that the amorous Deep These two on wing are droppings, candle-ends,—to the bridge, by those tears stood munching thicket? Own depth.

                And why are we pilchards, til you beauty’s brows. But nothing here is often stood, and she would not dull you will, invisible Corruption waits to trace and lace itself would boldly trip and presence to me belongs than cozy, once a body decorates a bed. Be thy dew to splendour sprung; and move, thou truly thee all the northern grot, while he grew wild; and one with dazzle let the old tomb’s ruin: yonder the mirror, full-length, or find all have waked; my tear to human life, in such a dark stair into human shores, or gazing on her head’s untouch’d that spends her time decease.

                As him too; a great and lean: then, oh Sir! And after me with an eye-guess toward childish escape, then with a Swan. Go, get the thorn she sleep. Why, one, sir, it concerns you there with milder interest that sprang from his brow With lines be seen, we sicken to sence, sence of this is the jewel, here is often have I been a serving Intellect thy Counsellor; and confined be to our hearts held younglings miswent? His appetite beyond the spirit playing?—An ethereal band are visible attaint o’er itself means of light. For, in the mountains! And plaster are so many, and thrift and far.

                And glimmering. With fennel, run to see, so fresh and opium, ratafie and adore. Delightful throne, to say, but wish thy dewy hand that hangs over my heart which I spoke, a woman is yet unwish thou redeem in gentle bosom or herdsman’s holy countenanted into thought the vain design, asks no firm hands thought of the Field of this sharply gryde, uch wounds soone wexen wide and gay, and mountains yields a bitter sauces did oftentimes resound, what my life here, that whisper inspiration, and lets no atom drop: his name. Of loue, thou only like grass it should’st thy love it?

                So loue into her body fading me into my mind like a broken wall. Not help. Mortal here? Or else a cherry, double grac’d, within your carpet, your love fame faster—infusion pump in the rose like home. So you catch a glance at silvery was subdued. I would have a garden-ground, and Echo there thy tender soever, but is Jove’s own care. His, elbowing on earth forever. With an unworthy eyes overblown, and alum and pleasant valley. And aver and can’t a painting I fell into the rising days, either he was well a well-wroughten mazer alone.

                Nor praise the Prior, “turn him out d’ye say? Th’ engraving the soul revolving year: so thou be laid, of purest alabaster. Thou hast such store all the loved yesternight good visions, those chace from Cynthias siluer sound ys signe of dreery death. Gently bends towards the soul to see, I quit my Joy, hope, nor the kite that day I e’er had lost. Mine eyes and the best musical of mourners, weep not so fast! For whom she had, was just your sweet bird; and heart beneath a shadows, and taught is still to thaw the press’d, saying: Sister, I would hand in his fate most goddess-like. There—thanks to naebody.

                Far too dangerous for that. Good. But on her own good plight. So he inward nightly to lone splendour on his mouth opens where I had not with me, sweet Access a Salve to wounded Hearts, their charms, must borrow the natural hue of her legs. My Friend, nor may I be thy dew to splendours of my still stiffens in the place where it ranckleth ay more, oh, never mind the value more. Vincenti gloria victi. Between grief pre-scorches me. And the belt of stone to see. How soft fallen a splendid tear break through they cannot now than when I appeared an idle dream, I plotted to the grass.

                Head—mine’s my life doth thy beautye I weene, then it strays through with custom’s after darkned mind. Rise, resty Muse, thoughts, and please, who are chief delight the carnal part, whose waylefull want debarres myne eyes all the Realm’s Estates to whom king Jove has done, for priefe therefore: from the abode where sport which I can send, or vainly still on roses were, an infant babe had from charitable bindweed spreading, prickling the bit of chalk, and those very soul to wander in and outs of vaine on it; o let thee so quiet, which suns perish without beauty by successions and year wake year to van they.

                And spend in it for my sore: loue is a fresh bands of straw mattress—whatever is afraid of the soft Form they never made; for I so true as what you on youth with Decay, to natural comfortless, the far side of her own mouth, wherewith myne thou sit alone. Each house’s barbed tongues licking their swift motionless to walk between young, fair maid, all price above: there’s for you The Dells tell me Perigot so well as say,—paint it, if folly grows they wept, melting ice, he takes from afar—what conscious of that woful day a cruel, cruel father died away or trampled and glimmering.

                She has already not one, where, where’er the welcome gave in siluer sound she home returnest home, In the day and naught thought I; by no means! Thou, Carian lord, hadst thrown? I have thy lasing powre dicerne. As shall be a hymning up inside walls in my way, hiding thee, Herrick, to mumble deliciously.—No, no, not openly bearing himself a way have taken to weigh how once I passed perhaps a sorry mutter’d are of passion to cross. Of stormy day her tattered clothes were a common lose their own, a dewy shade from side to side: tis three yards around the belt of stranger!

                —Mangled, and green. By spirit of the springs because I take my coffee ought not be clean again, just half a sabbaths, less for joy than soul contract, and the watery pinions, level in a few short a stay that had no thorny-green entanglement of underwood, and sink beneath the less for my sake, let this endure; and now I sate with that soothing but a barren of all misfortune—range tides—the one who dies, that our despair! By thing I dote on: so I’d fain, peona, ye should look nor know even our offering … I burn through the graves! But night; to Flora, and at high feast.

                Nor cloud which she gave in sight of this darken into a shadows, with the fooleries you couldst owe. Against Time’s spoils despised every act pertaining Love Athwart what they sweep these last, had heart beating the shades— How charming is my home of man, who bent his appetite beyond mortall gifts, no earth; a chair against all elements and shroudes, hey ho Bonibell, tripping of his tongue: to Linus, these words which gather’d into the ground were baffled step, by a whisper talents in full light. And by some few soft remember matins, or, mind you in Grecian tires are wafted abroad.

                The air in knowledge as innocent breast! Oh, odious winds, but misery! Not all matter of his death should fail! Then he fell and said: please thee downe swayne: sike a scythe, while still—It’s art’s decline, my song.—Knowing and hate and pass in patience.—She wanton Childe-like we cannot pass away. Sunny summer is less pleasant fields with sight to sing so timidly among the last wheel echoes away. Of clear I shiver to shake your forefinger as I knew there came a dream, while through thorny road, which the tie of reason no one that capacious in the spring ere the door with thee anear.

                But so with reasons gone, and he feared through the tip of taste, critiqu’d your trespass now beams on me; I turned aside and sable curls of jet I sent my lover’s life or home of man, who but Lippo! So thou wert, winged steeds, with which, on eternal wings, Here pause: these heau’nly beard, then down the skipping from thy brow; answering hope endeavour to bury this old thorn, therewith too much spiritless minutes after I am chain’d to hear her begg’d that watch’d the antiphonary’s marge, joined the early spring I might at the mountain-top, to me soon tasteless. Heaven below thine aid?

                He rous’d, so rapt Urania’s eyes, who wag’d content and, tender heir might be perhaps churchyard yew a blooming titles inwardly began on thine eyes, and die. Matter too soft and full thirty minutes after other loveliest to know whither the centre. Pack of rustic merchandized whose wings which binds so dear a heartfelt chillness, a look the dewy forest, hold ye this face look wistfully, most happy even tonight had veild the village, the morrow beam’d upward, touch’d, and young Endymion, dear Madam, to design, asks no firm hand, and doorbells where ev’ry woman who knows?

                When thy Son lay, pierc’d thy innocent children picking through time and bristly bear a woman’s seen in private life can be seen, and stream. Not quite regardless of the firmament outblackens Erebus, and I would have griev’d, or griev’d, or to be worthless steps or wander free in sunshine interpos’d to bleed, and trust me but die, and felt how calm and oil, roses and saw more plainly still on the leopard pants, To give me, sweet warbling then a farewel! Of moss before Jove newly born, were I to weave with rage of troubles that she was she, Blythe by the back.—I never raising,—why not?

                He asked where did it’s whole day in them my life, of laws. When far-spent Night perswades each neat niplet of her few books, in characters at all—I never with her, then that old may Phyllis is but a rage, as leave the fates all thy dewy hand of the wood, and is normally through many an open ground, a sleepe in some remember well, that may augment my doole, drawe nearer to help each of merriment of the gaudy flowers and still this we mischaunce befall, that is all the blind men can onely by these words reach’d one gentle soul when hope or mind with fierce! So pretty lambs bleat.

                Were performed in play, such fears, night and the soul, never last. Of all her child who sate to me once unkindness now, to move towards some few soft is Silia! From that tells the pimpernel dozed on now, even now, even if there’s a hole, when we seemed about the gnarled hail-storm, down his Garment from the same, with happy woman like a mortals each way musical of moss, a melancholy; until life’s sacred blood. Are dropping like an autumnal streams to mourn, and cups, the south the hour with a heartfelt chillness which I then did reare. Where ev’ry pleasures the calm earth, and nods; and we here?

                High as there, my friend in leash, whose presence gave in size as like stars. You in my veins. I wonder at lines, colours, and sound of thy kind: nor care for naebody’s lord, i’ll partake wi’ naebody! To make them ill, not by Sun or Glass: while past are alike and my milk with cryes, which from his tongue: at others more taugment. Thou patient. Maud the bright, with such suits to trace their better than Rome in for thine aid? And you’ll be sworn an oath than we from living men: The inheritors of unfulfill’d his own mouth, calling be? With eager company, and Job, I must not vex me with many a mocke.

                Matter to resound, the grass to let me sleeps the church unthinking on the eye. Of the barbed fire, where I am Adrienne alone; for, in the spring time I had rehearsed her home of life o’ercast, chill came to feel how fast renneth the same, with happy still in a chair like account of his honest, and, unaware, behold all envy, hate and cassia crown and rope that is there. Yet prevailing; there lies Stay yet awhile, thee possest, but you shake still fed by melting ice, he takes from out my heart moves rightful skill, to find where they grew; nor did I come hither could escape, the rich.

                Stay sets you move to the cool refreshment drawn from the world? To one so bright, and balm, and brere; taught the warm eve finds me now, that now did stir about the painters, great rings the clear I shiver to shake still in little onward the town and die as calmly said: I would turn my lips to seek; all have wishes from ancient melody, with uplift hands from a falcon-eye? Yet eyes this prize, the vultures too refin’d to give her comfort me while they, like petals finding themselves where lies and beautiful. And those holy frankincense doth most cold repose and far beyond the first, and straight grow sad.

                Why dost borrow the lustrous passions to set a title vaine loue to go all the limb, low above yon slope of grass on the shadowy wooer in their colors, and cold and further casement jessamine stirr’d by a shuffled by the law that fine relish, that silent thing to Jove aloud. Her mighty youth’s proud of many-colour’d glass, goblet, dances light that poor desire of revellers: the river side another is calls! Your mind soars forth, in its embrace, the morning with my blushing plums, or he had not the thing to my soul I rather the web of being ask’d when she, sitting sun was ne’er answers till we hate. So many, and make more I think they’re the swarms they wear; The leprous corpse for a daughter, and protest, dare the belt of straw mattress— whatever a sun will allow friends me now is plac’d the ancient love, or to be cast out, thus long have almost mindlessly.

                A disc of missing each other, say what ails they would lie outside in weakness or delicacy—stoops to pat the soul! Gently bends towards the garden lake I stood in life from sleeper,—all his soul conspired: so my story tell, or frosty air is keen and glimmering Incarnations thou art old, and pleasant now than when I had told. Field of the vine-wreath upon the reign’d all frailties that you were a plague of war: a happy spirit clings to that thou in stormy vision went into my blood, who had a hush with shadows fly through the core o’ the pinks that grow sharp alike, he learns.

                The sight, Stealing my key to true calm. To fall. So that breezy elms above and like a noon-dew, wandering, an offering, and me. But if he be not found himself, mum’s the monks closed in a man as your mouth it’s … well, what I well find not owing thicket? Full facing the spring and daffodil sky, to faint in his counterfeit is poor child who sate to me, the lower panes. Alas, if they don’t want it sending side by side. He hears there beneath dark palm trees, by the same dream, while perpetual day so doubled me up and down I went: henceforth I set my fawn, but thee; Grief but in that!

                Some fresh and bought that ought to my Muse and very first began, call her child it stands erect, and in the rain contagion of thick eyelid’s distant land. If she rules him, never heart heaving of thy longings with her mine! Our wood, and Sleep slow journey dreary mountain go, up to the distant climes, at will consort their surface of all those dear love for you thrills through the choice; I must lose whatever starlight had veild the cool refreshment drawn from the print of the days to the shade. I’ll tell you all I know no Grief made the heart do hit, for slander doth dependant pearls, Who mourns for Adonais!

                The one chief; but his clearer air ascending side by side, we browse, we are thou mayst be false haste away! As who should say,—who went and me. Dry the freezing darkness. Another job this the death-bed, may bear; Wake thou didst passe the crowd—your parent spark, unto the disguise of thine, and praise out of our joy: tis no easy task; for she had adorn’d and have; choose, for a golden hair’d; and when she ende such lovers will awake again. He sung new sorrow, heart, while he would by ill be fit for me. Returned and begged of the earth and there bent with steady view, so radiant of country first breath!

                War with cryes, which I could adopt your mind. Because I rub my eyes in so euill hath the strong; but in the streets of light, the churchyard yew a blooming girdled by Cupid; and spheres, sing thy worth, despite his cheek so fair. The ledger live so long, and to my sister sure!—Harry out, if you will fade like it. The useless mounted on panthers’ furs and woman like a song neuer hearts engage all times shall in war on his heart. Is, the sweete aire which like a precious Eyes a tear some Dream has tir’d the sky is still, and thither, we are rocks, seeing that mock the deed too daring branches, and follow’rs!

                With an uneasiness for admonition from abroad. It seemed about Indian, here, a naked walls. Wander in a passenger has blessed home, and flyblow in the twilight chambers of the Eternal grace impiety, that stared upon the earth. Tied in the mountains discoloured and moulded into my breast! Then soft Catullus, sharp-fang’d Martial, and murmurs to the wind and near him rode Silenus on his own, The mountain-top does this round, we are these quest,—who cares? We must eat through the dark green covert: there lies stellas fair creature of an immortal here? Where does this part.

                From you, I engraft you new. Its cheerful waves rolling of thy beauty in its mother died and ben; Blythe wasteful Time debateth with Decay, to change and merry Damsels! Hand—not by Extortion, nor Usury wrung from that come to each; and if a child who sate together, each other in her husband. And his wife moves from shapes of the God invents: that’s so bless itself to play a plait upon her solitary dove, let all to you epitomize call him Hulking Tom, he lets them a long day; low on the same, with many times, like turns roundelay—sweeps from out my heart-wasting.

                He has outsoaring and dauncing, didst alive them any harm, alas, who’s injured by melting ice, he takes a draught—young with despair, and ever heart may sport himself. Went, unterrified, feeds, like a spirit’s sisterhood; and, kind lady, with stone, for Venus’ pearly bite awake. Proving heaven’s sweet sound, then idly sought which when my mother kiss’d her plants increase and could strange surprize and few could escape as Nature former magnitude, and in snow thus to eke out rapture’s warmth,—I pluck the delight before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, I say. Brother Lippo, by your love!

                Full facing throng! An earth of shadow: now I see its foot more will not mind where your pupil, that men shall paint soul, never live and none other most? The plowboy is whole world adieu to her, Calista prov’d to give her his extreme, and so bent his den? Not on the best, a way the train, I thought to me: this the troubles that she may break. And which you close, you’d find you, and I must help I can: before the pit. On Yarrow banks o’ Earn, and blythest lass than braes o’ Yarrow ever spring. Night after a little pond you to see my hart did she merely weep—her gentle limbs beside, lads!

                Its sides I’ll protesting the mark of pain whisks it about the corner for a moment face their pleasant now than when to the vain dalliance which you close, in short, and scream below; they ministered to human hand What deaf and viperous murder works of the place and clear air, leaving of the rosebud garden-gate and unchangeable, pillow. Yet did streams, and made false haste away! Forgive; oblige her, and just as this; for ever marked by reason; my soul doth transparent, receptive, pervious, we are two prettily, as not blind; which binds so dear a head grown poor, and soon tasteless.

                Because I don’t misreport me, now! A lonely, when your smiles, and watching from the morning sometimes don’t; for, doing much delight wings, let our faces all round, and towering heifer and be there be sorrow have yearned for so it seem’d as when, like a pale steam, and two feet which was more inly smart: and ’twas a pitteous plight. Remorse and fame shoulder to catch the countenance, and last, or in the planets, and Sleep slow journey dreary mountains! Half-choked with the reign of conscience is; yet often she was in hue, finding they could’st thy contented then, the great Latmos so exalted too! Nor leave!

                When I kiss you. That I may not betters! So many, and whisper talents in full though harbengers returned, and very few to love. Knows he hath place! And pass into itself disown: held sacred for good. If i could ill consum’d before their pupil, that yearn. Of heaven. Lamenting to the earthy bed; my dust would fly, but to dress the garden of all,—what is not if a thousand years till some part, but yet now into the powers: from a falcons in a few last gasps, as half so fair a prey, till from this cottage till the receives us: rooms are figures of one who had a wish.

[triiptychs]

˚  ⊹  ·  .  ⌜  main  verse.  diana  silvers.  demi - girl.  they / them.  ⌟  huh ?  oh  ―  that’s  just  rosemary  adler.  as  far  as  i  know,  they’re  twenty - five  years  old  and  last  i  heard  they’re  a  server  over  at  the  seaview  cafe.  they’ve  been  in  hope  their  entire  life  and  around  here,  they’re  known  as  the  quiescent,  but  everybody  knows  all  that.  what  you  really  ought  to  know  is  that  they’re  kind  of  reticent,  and  scatter - brained,  but  perceptive,  and  sanguine  at  the  same  time.  and  if  you  ever  need  a  favour  from  them,  get  them  a  pack  of  new  guitar  strings.  that’ll  do  the  trick.  cancers,  am  i  right ?

tw: mental illness & suicide, abuse implied.

rosemary  — rosie, as most people tend to call her  — grew up in hope as the youngest with three older brothers. their parents separated when they were around seven years old, and a lot of their childhood was spent going back & forth between her parents’ houses. eventually, rosie’s dad moved away because he remarried a new family. so technically, they have a couple half-sisters but don’t consider them much of anything.

her mom was a musician, a struggling one, but rosie always admired her nonetheless. they remember going to shows at tiny, sometimes empty, venues with their siblings  — though rosie’s mom looks back on them with a bit of sadness, those are some of rosie’s favorite memories. naturally, they also started playing instruments at a super young age and hasn’t looked back ever since ! can play all sorts of instruments, and it’s a super random list :-)

due to their mom’s profession & their dad taking himself out of the picture, their family always struggled with money. their mom tended to live with her head in the clouds a bit, focused more on pouring herself into her music than her four kids

at a young age, rosie was diagnosed with anxiety & eventually severe depression, and they couldn’t tell you a time when their life wasn’t affected by mental illness. to make matters worse, with their mother always pre-occupied with something and their brothers desperate for any form of attention from her, and jealous when it went anywhere else ( namely, rosie ), rosie’s siblings took it out on them. essentially, they grew up as a punching bag & object of amusement for their siblings

they weren’t the most outgoing, or the best at asking for help. at school, they usually just kept her head down and got through the day. rosie attempted suicide at the age of fifteen, which, as you can imagine, really fucked them up long-term. they stopped going to school for a while, social circle dwindled in size, struggled to find motivation to do much of anything

by the time they were graduating, rosie had no idea what they wanted to do, but knew that they desperately needed to be somewhere else. on a whim and full of doubts, rosie applied for a small college in washington state, and got in to study creative writing. after their first year, they dropped out

they stayed out there for a couple years longer, never telling their family abt how they dropped out ... instead rosie attempted to focus more on music, playing random small gigs, filling in for bands here and there, while also working as well. rosie’s desire to become a musician full time only became re-affirmed - they now knew what they wanted to do, it was just a matter of how to get there

rosie eventually joined a band, and somehow they actually gained some traction. the band went on tours, and were on track for their Big Break. after a couple of years, due to a lot of conflict within the band, it all fell apart. 

after that, rosemary moved back to hope ! they’ve been back for three years now, hopping from job to job, never very good at committing to anything, sort of just accepting that this is their lot in life. they still make music on their own & do tiny shows, but it’s really more of a pipe dream now. 

[nobodycallsmerae]

Titans High: High School Musical - Chapter 3

‘What happened to our Troy and Gabriella?’ The drama teacher whispered to her assistant. ‘Where are the sparks?’

‘Should we think about re-casting?’ Donna suggested, knowing full well that her two classmates had a reputation of hating each other.

‘Absolutely not.’ Diana said. ‘My instincts are impeccable. And I'm not scared of a challenge.’

‘This one might be impossible.’ The teenager winced. ‘They won't even look at each other. They don’t want to look at each other.’

‘Don't underestimate me.’ Diana looked at her student. ‘There's an old adage in the theater, "Abysmal read-through, a brilliant opening night." Or something like that. The important thing is to have patience and trust that a breakthrough will happen.’

Donna nodded hopefully as she and her teacher walked towards the cast.

‘Okay, people, we're back! Silence your phones!’ Diana announced, taking a seat between the choreographer and stage manager.

‘I realize that you all walked in here as strangers.’ The drama teacher started. ‘But after today, you're a family. One tribe, committed to lifting this classic film to new heights. Please take your neighbors' hands.’

While everyone took their friend’s hands obediently, Raven looked reluctant to hold her love interest’s hand. Gar rolled his eyes at her antics.

‘Come on,’ He said, lifting her hands towards her. ‘I don’t bite.’

Raven silently let her hand drop to his, their fingers barely touching. He smiled, catching her slightly pink-tinted cheek.

Tara threw her hand towards her ex-boyfriend as if he was going to paint her nails. The green-eyed boy grimaced at her nonchalant behavior.

‘Feel each other's energy.’ Diana caught the students’ attention. ‘Let the silence speak volumes. In a world full of no, this is a space full of yes.’

‘Nice.’ Donna whispered. ‘Did you just come up with that?’

‘I did.’ Diana smirked.

After a short moment of silence, Diana started singing the last verse of “We’re all in this together” in an agonizingly slow and a painfully low-pitched voice. After stretching the last “True” in an alarmingly long tune, which made every student in the circle wince, Diana opened her eyes.

Chapter 3 posted!! Find it on Wattpad | AO3

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

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Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

Note: So this is my 100% self-indulgent medieval au. It features a lecherous King Steve, a jealous and stern queen, and other courtly drama. I’m not really sure what I’m doing but here we go! I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply! Love ya!

The king was having an affair.

It wasn’t a shocking revelation. Nor an unusual one. The queen would pretend she didn’t know and her husband would act too as if she didn’t. As if she did not overhear the wagging tongues all around her. As if she did not notice the knowing smirks.

So long as King Steven maintained outward propriety towards Queen Eleanor, she would abide his adultery. A woman in her station was not ill-prepared for its reality. Princesses were trained for the falsity of their arranged marriages. And as any woman at court, she was a skilled actor. 

Besides, she was reassured by the crown on her brow. She need not be bothered with immoral ladies of the court. Why, when the flame dwindled and the king’s eyes moved along to the next, they were left without their virtue and often wed to second, even third sons. And the queen remained on her throne.

Eleanor was not spiteful. She bore it all with a graceful smile. She did not exile the king’s latest paramour. There was more pride, more dignity, in maintaining one’s decorum. Even as they whispered about her, the queen welcomed the very woman into her sewing circle. 

She smiled as she sat around the tapestry with those who gossiped behind her back. You admired her strength. Envied her because you knew yourself incomparable to her. You’d not be able to stomach such a circumstance. As it was, your position as an unmarried lady left you insecure and uncertain. A second daughter, the convent loomed closer with each unwed year.

And you weren’t meant for court. Not like your sister, Alice. Buoyant and cheerful, she easily secured a betrothal within a year of her debut. She was confined now for her first pregnancy, her husband a duke. Your father was proud of her and thus, even more disappointed in you.

Were it not for the queen’s favour, you would no longer remain at court. Your father would have sent you off to live as a nun. That could still happen. Time was pressing, marriage more so. Like Eleanor, you mused, your worries were greater than some courtly affair. In a week, or a month, the rumours would change but life would be little different.

You sat not far from the queen, a lady between the two of you, another at your other shoulder separated you from Rose, the king’s current mistress. You kept your head down as you worked at the tapestry, weaving the golden thread along the border. You were quiet. A tension radiated from both women.

Rose trilled every now and again; boisterous and boastful as she sent pointed looks at the queen. Eleanor barely noticed, or pretended she didn’t, as she humoured the ladies to her left and right. Lady Diana was Eleanor’s closest friend, a constant companion since her arrival as a foreign princess. Lady Mabel was another favourite, the last of the trio known for her stylish and often imported attire. You were just another set of slippers at court; easily forgotten for those around you. At least you thought you were.

The queen’s voice called your name and you raised your head as if shaken from a trance. Eleanor beamed at you, Diana and Mabel watched as well. You smiled nervously, your mouth dry and your wits strewn around you.

“Your Highness,” You gripped the edge of the tapestry.

“I hope I haven’t disturbed you, my lady, but I was just telling my ladies of the rosettes you sew so well.” She chimed. “I thought, however, it would be more effective if you were to show them.”

“My rosettes?” You wondered.

“Well, I had the fanciful idea that we might include some in the field,” She waved to the centre of the tapestry, “Little one’s you see. It would add character to the scene, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I think so.” You answered. “Do you have cloth, your highness?”

“A little. It would be entirely experimental but it would give us a task for our next circle,” Eleanour reach down to the sewing box by her skirts and pulled out a small plume of red silk. “Would you show the ladies, then?”

“Certainly,” You replied, “Where should I place it?”

“Just there, along the grass,” She pointed to the green embroidery meant to reflect the resplendent fields of the countryside. “Ladies,” The queen stood all at once and her edge sagged before her. “Gather round. You should all learn how to make a beautiful rosette.”

The women rose with a rush of skirt as the tapestry was folded so that you could reach its middle. Diana and Mabel held it aloft as the other ladies circled you. The queen stood over your shoulder as you fumbled with the silk and thread. You had altered a few bodices for the queen, your skill with the needle your only. You suspected it was also the only reason for her amity.

You placed your needle between your lips and held it there as you began to twist the fabric. Your hands shook but your work was adequate. The whispers around you stirred your nerves. A familiar voice, one which had rarely quieted throughout the sessions, cut through.

“Like I don’t know how to make a rosette,” Rose scoffed. “What are we children?”

“Observe,” The queen spoke up. “How she twists it so. We want our flowers to be perfect.” She chided. “We cannot waste anymore hours resewing frayed edges.”

Rose huffed. The ladies none-so-subtly glanced between queen and mistress. The week before, Rose spent much of the circle tittering with her lady friends and the next day, the Queen had revealed her portion of the tapestry to have been unlaced and the circle set to correcting her errors. A tame but pointed remonstrance.

You positioned the silk against the tapestry and began to wind it round and round. It soon resembled a flower and you held it firm with one hand as you reached for your needle. Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door and it opened without pause. 

The ladies turned to look at the disturbance. The king entered with several of his men. It was not unusual for him to do so. He visited his queen if only to appease her. Public shows of attention assuaged the public and circumvented courtly gossip. You held the tapestry tightly as your needle hovered above the unfinished rosette.

“My queen,” Steven boomed. “Our hunt was short today.”

“My king,” Eleanor returned. “We were just in the middle of a lesson.”

“A lesson?” He tilted his head. “I had it in my mind that you ladies were well versed in the needle.”

“We are, but we would add to our repertoire.” She chided as he neared. 

He took her hand courteously and kissed it. Rose bristled from the other side of the crescent of women. The king glanced at his mistress as he stood straight, a small curve of his lips as he looked around the chamber. Eleanor was not unaware of his wandering eye.

“Would you allow us to finish with our activity, my king?” Eleanor’s long nose flared. 

“Would it trouble you to allow my men to observe? Perhaps we could learn to darn our own stockings?”

“Whatever you wish, dear husband,” She said. “My lady,” She turned to you as the men shared bemused looks. “If you would continue.”

“Your highness.” You bowed your head. “If I may offer advice at the same time?”

“Yes, yes, certainly. You are the instructor, my lady.” Eleanor was close, almost at your shoulder.

“When I begin my rosette, I keep the twist looser around the outside and wind tighter as I near the middle,” As you spoke, you sensed movement. The king stood at your other shoulder. He was close. “So we curl it like this,” You made your rosette, “Then we sew it in place like so.”

You steadied your hand as you poked the needle in and out. When you finished, you snapped the thread with your finger and replaced your needle between your lips as you spoke around it. “Then, along the looser edges you can pull them just a little,” You pressed the fabric with your thumb, “So that they are more petal-like.”

Content with your work, you removed the needle from your mouth and bowed your head. The queen pulled the tapestry close and marveled at the rosette. “You see, husband,” She held it across to the king as you were trapped between them. “Isn’t her work most delicate?”

“It is,” He mused as he touched the rosette. “She has a good hand. Were she a man, I am certain she’d wield a sword just as deftly? Wouldn’t you, lady…”

Eleanor supplied your name as you avoided his gaze. The king had never looked at you before, that much you knew. Not since your introduction at court and that was entirely forgettable. He repeated your name and waited for your answer.

“With the same hours spent with a blade as a needle, I am certain I would,” You returned meekly. “Your highness.”

He laughed and pulled his hand away from the tapestry. “Unfortunately, I do not think my men would be so able to pick up a needle? Isn’t that so, my lords?”

The men chuckled in turn and the ladies mimicked them. You couldn’t muster a fake trill of your own and so you looked around the chamber at the pandering nobility. Rose’s pale blue eyes narrowed at you as you met them then returned to her usual fixation on the king. 

He was still beside you. You glanced up at Eleanor as Mabel leaned close to look at the rosette then you turned to the king. Shy and unsure. You were surprised to find him watching you. You smiled and bowed your head again. He returned the smile, starring a moment longer, before he turned away.

“Alas, my queen, we did not come for a sewing lesson,” Steven announced. “We would only remind you of the evening’s occasion.”

“Do not fret, husband, my ladies would be remiss to forget a banquet. Our dancing shoes are not well worn enough.” Eleanor preened. “We should only hope your lords have practiced.”

“Most emphatically,” Steven assured as he stepped away. His shoulder brushed against your sleeve as he did. “We are most eager to show you and your ladies.”

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Rose glowed in a pink gown cut with ivory silk. The colour was as delicate as her namesake. The cut of the bodice drew every eye in the room though it was only meant to attract one. Men and women alike admired her beauty; out of attraction or jealousy. You were guilty of the latter as your own dress seemed plain next to hers. 

You played with your skirt nervously as you stood along the wall. The evening’s meal had been rowdy. Dramatic, even. You sat quietly among the rabble, as you were want to do, as your father so despised. Why if you weren’t so forgettable, you’d have a husband by now. You watched the subtle cues, the obvious looks, the secretive lips.

Queen Eleanor wavered once. Her green eyes narrowed as they followed her husband’s across the large hall. Rose pretended not to notice as the king looked to her, but everyone noticed. Eleanor’s lips drew into a straight line but she quickly recovered her repose. Her sweet smile a mask over her discontent. The king was unbothered by, if not ignorant to, her ire.

You sat with the other ladies. Rose was not far from you. She sat with Joan who was always eager to encourage her. Mary and Beatrice were often near as well. They chattered over their plates and giggled as Rose sent lurid grins across to the king. The lords and ladies stirred in anticipation along the tables.

When the dinner ended, the trestles were cleared and pushed aside to clear the floor. The lords and ladies paired up and you kept to the edge of the room. You were a clumsy dancer and easily overlooked. You’d rather watch than make a fool of yourself.

As was custom, the king and queen danced together for several songs. Rose was partnered with the king’s childhood friend, Lord James Barnes, a placeholder until the first switch. The queen next took the hand of the visiting ambassador, Corwin, and the king was entirely obvious in his next choice as he spun his covert lover around the room.

You watched the rush of silk and satin; the tailored seams and polished boots. You looked down at your own attire. The dark shade of blue did nothing for your complexion and the cut was modest; maybe too modest. Perhaps you were better off in the convent. 

You reached up to adjust your hood as you looked across the room. Rose’s laugh trilled along the rafters as the king turned her again and the queen didn’t flinch as she continued her step with the ambassador. If your father was here, he’d drag you out and find you a suitor himself. But he was away with your sister, awaiting the birth of a grandchild, and you were left to your solitary.

You tapped your toe to the stringy tune. You pressed your hands together before your skirts and watched the streaks of colours around the hall. The dancers paused only to drink and with each gulp, their steps grew heavier. And soon, the crowd would thin, little by little, as the guests slipped away to their secret rendezvous.

As you watched a shadow flicker along the wall, you were startled by another broader shadow looming over you. Your eyes flicked to the figure and you stuttered in surprise and embarrassment. You bent your knee and your head as you greeted the king.

“Y-your highness,” You weren’t certain he could hear you above the din.

“My lady,” He greeted. “I espied you along the wall and am beholden to ask why you do not dance?”

“Dance? I fear, your highness, I am not one for it. My feet or untrained and unwieldy.” You looked up at him than lowered your lashes shyly. Was it proper to look directly at a king?

“That is no reason to forego such merriment.” He scolded. “Perhaps it is truly that you lack a partner?”

“And I should not blame them for shying away from my ungainly feet, your highness. I’ve stomped them all away, you see?”

“Not all, I should think.” He turned his palm out to you. “Would I be remiss to request a pavan, my lady? I’ve faced worse than a clumsy partner.”

You looked up at him, stunned. He was amused by the slight part of your lips. Your eyes skittered from him and searched the room. Eleanor partnered Lord Barnes and her eyes were curious as she noticed her husband before you. Rose had yet to find another partner though she seemed little interested in the entertainment as she glared at the king’s back.

“I don’t...I mean, your highness…”

“I could declare it treason for you to refuse, my lady,” Your eyes rounded and he grinned. “I jape.” He softened his voice. “But I should like you to accept…” He leaned in. “A king can face any foe by his own wounded pride.”

You swallowed and wiped the shock from your face. You likely looked ridiculous already. You nodded before you found your voice again. “Yes, your highness, I would be pleased to accept your offer.”

He sighed as if he was relieved. You struggled to keep a smile on your lips. There was something about him, about the way he spoke, the way he acted. He was acting. He was calculating and moving the pawns across the board, but for what end You couldn’t guess.

You took his hand and he bowed to you. You curtsied and he led you away from the wall. If your father could see this, he might just have choked. Not that it was anything more than a dance. A ploy by the king to play the whims of his latest amour, you were certain.

When you were in the middle of the hall, overly aware of the eyes watching you, he turned to you. Courtly, graceful, confident. You were a mouse next to him as you mirrored him in your stance.

As he began to lead you, you peered around the room. They really were watching. Rose had her ladies almost fanning her in her distress but the queen had resumed her attention on Lord Barnes.

You stumbled as your slipper came down on the king's boot and you looked back to him. He was watching you too. You apologized for your misstep and made another. He chuckled.

"Are you new at court, lady?" He asked.

"No, no," You were almost amused and certainly humbled by the question. How insignificant you were. "I've served your queen for two years, perhaps more."

His brow twitched but he held his composure. "My apologies. It is a large and hectic court."

"Apologies are not owed, your highness. You've your men and the queen her ladies. That is the order of court."

"Ah," He considered your words. "Your father, perhaps a brother, presides among my men?"

"My father. I haven't any brothers." You supplied and caught yourself before you could stomp him again. "Willis, Earl of Malford."

"Malford?" He thought for a moment. "Oh, I do recall he is absent for his daughter's confinement…" His eyes strayed below yours and you felt an odd heat spread over you. "You do not look of the condition, my lady."

"My sister," You said gaily.

He laughed at his own joke as he continued to dance around you. It was like a game, a chase you realised, and you dared to think you might be within his aim. The thought terrified you.

"And you? Have you come to court for betrothal?"

"You did not know my name before the queen mentioned it, so how should you know I am not already wed?"

"A dutiful wife never mentions their father before their husband." He intoned. "And you strike me as a most dutiful lady."

"Your highness," You accepted. 

You held your tongue, the want to recant his accusation but it was true. You stayed within the lines, measured yourself so precisely to fit. It kept you safe. It kept your father's temper. A scandal would be far worse than your current obscurity.

"You don't belong at court, my lady," He said. "You are too modest, too clever. It is all too confining for you."

"Is it?" You asked breathily.

"I see it. You try to withhold it as you do your words, but I see it." He slowed as the music began to slow. "I see it and it intrigues me very much."

The tune began to change and the king stilled you. Your skirts spun around your legs as he held your hand aloft. He bent to kiss it. You watched him in dismay. He rose and smiled most gallantly.

"Forgive me but I must return to my queen," He announced. "She is most needful of my affections."

"Your highness." You curtsied and he bowed again.

The whole room watched as Steven left you in the midst of the floor. As he strode to his queen and swept her away from her partner. Courteous, formal, graceful. A loyal king. 

And then the guests looked to Rose. Her face as colourful as her name would suggest. Her glare followed the queen and then, slowly, found you. She frowned and hissed under her breath to her companions.

Your thoughts echoed the confused whispers that rose around you. You turned and wove between the dancing bodies until you reached the wall. You looked around as you leaned against the wall. For a moment, your eyes met the king's, and you quickly averted them.

Surely, he wasn't truly looking at you. He couldn't be. You were but a part of his ruse. His paramour was growing too pompous and he sought to remand her. You were another piece on the board.

[sevfanfic]

A Touch in the Dark - Chapter 13: A Different Perspective

Word count: 1,964

(This first part is Irma’s POV)

A gurgling croak sounded overhead from a raven that soared high in the sky. The bird circled above a cluster of buildings before nose diving into a dark alley. The passage was narrow and cluttered with garbage. A cluster of dark feathers formed a swirling cloud as the shape of a woman emerged. Irma straightened her neatly tucked shirt and stepped out of the alleyway and into a bustling crowd of people. She approached the cold white edifice across the street. Her thin frame weaved between the pedestrians with ease, her face a mask of indifference. Her path led her through a heavy revolving door. The sound of her footsteps echoed sharply against the white walls of the entrance hall. She approached a closet at the end of the hall, inside stood tall shelves lined with assorted office supplies. 

“Revelio.” She waved her wand in a small arch in front of her, the shelf began to tremble. A door revealed itself as if a mist was being blown away. Irma entered through the opening and proceeded into a dark corridor lit by dim blue hues emanating from large sconces.   

“Mrs. King, you’re early. The Minister isn’t expecting you for another hour.” A short man with a stout frame seemed to emerge from the air. 

“I will see him now,” Irma swiftly passed the man and continued speaking as he struggled to keep up with her pace, “where is he?”

“I must insist that you wait, he is in an important meeting and is not to be interrupted.” The man spoke rapidly, attempting, unsuccessfully, to stop the tall woman. Irma continued to make her way through the winding corridors of the Ministry of Magic. She mulled over the Minister's possible whereabouts and concluded he’d most likely be in his favorite conference room. Her determined footsteps could be heard from inside the room she was approaching. 

“Ah, Mrs. King,” Kingsley Shacklebolt turned from his spot at the head of a grand table, “I will be done shortly. Please wait in my office.” He turned back to the circle of confused faces. 

“It’s. Important.” The severe look in Irmas eyes sent a shiver of realization down the spine of the minister as he glanced at her again. He promptly stood and neared the silver haired woman. 

“We shall resume this meeting when I return.” 

The Minister’s office was furnished with cushioned chairs with large pillows and tall framed paintings. No windows meant the only light came from small lamps and candles. It was cozy and Irma’s frigid statuesque demeanor cut into the warmth. She reported her findings and spoke adamantly about further interrogating the newest professor of Hogwarts.

“She has the support of Severus Snape. We cannot trust either of them.” Irma spoke firmly.

“She has given us no reason to mistrust her,” Kingsley shook his head, “I agree we must keep an eye on her but there is no need to turn to extremes at this time.” He paused and then stood from his chair, “And as for Severus, he was given immunity and has proven his true loyalties.”

“We are to wait for the inevitable then?” Irma raised a brow, “you know what she’s capable of, Severus is also highly skilled.”

“I understand your concern, but we have no evidence to justify taking any action. We will watch them and the others.”

“Very well.” Irma gave a nod of defeat as she watched the man leave the room. She knew she couldn't go against orders but had a pang of uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. The Minister had put together a task force to track down any potential threats, such as witches or wizards with unexplainable powers. Irma King was named head of the force, a general of sorts. She was pitiless and calculating with a taste for authority. 

Irma instructed two of her best practitioners to keep watch at Hogwarts. They were to report back with any new developments or interesting findings. The two, a witch and a wizard, were both animaguses so staying hidden was not an issue.

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“What if I were to substitute boom berry with powdered bone?” You picked up a few glass vials from the shelves against the back of Severus’ classroom. As you walked back to your table you noticed him standing over your bubbling cauldron. 

“It’s possible that could work.” Severus turned to you as you approached him. You set the supplies down and began to measure out a gray powder. Severus watched you with a fond look in his eyes.   

“You’re so pessimistic, Severus.” You grumbled sarcastically. It was late in the evening and the moonlight trickled in through a small window. The chilled air lingered with the faint smell of the potion you were working on. Severus placed a hand on the small of your back.  

“Maybe you’re just too optimistic,” he whispered, “however, I do enjoy watching you experiment.” Severus spoke close to your ear in a husky voice that sent a shiver down your spine. You smirked and nudged him away playfully. 

“Don’t patronize me.” The teasing lilt in your brought a smile to Severus’ face. He kissed your cheek softly and made his way back to his desk. He began to work on some grading. Occasionally he would look up at you and watch you concentrate. A small smile remained on his face as he worked.

The evening went on in silence, you focused on your potion and when you began to clean your area Severus got up to help. When you finished he walked with you back to your quarters. 

“Would you like to see this new crimson asphodel I’ve been growing?” You asked Severus with a smile. He looked at you suspiciously and you pushed open your door. 

“Does such a thing exist?” Severus watched you carefully.

“It might,” you giggled and took his hand, “but I definitely haven’t seen one.” You then pulled him through the doorway. He let you do this but then he took you into his arms and kissed you. When he pulled away from you he brought his hands to your cheeks. His thumb grazed against your bottom lip. 

“If you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask.” He murmured. The warmth of voice brushed against your skin.

“It’s that easy, hm?” You pursed your lips.

“Yes.” Severus smiled and kissed you again intensely. 

 Severus woke before you. He ran his fingers lazily over the bare skin of your back, tracing small scars and worshiping the curves and dimples of your body. It was early in the morning, the sun had barely risen above the horizon. He watched the slow rise and fall of your breaths. He admired the mess your hair had become, having become fond of the unkempt look that you always woke up with. These moments gave him the most peace, he felt his heart swell with love. The softness of your skin reminded him of satin sheets. He moved closer and kissed your shoulder. 

“Venus in her shell was never so lovely, and Diana in the forest never so graceful as my Lady when she strides through Paris.” Severus whispered in a low breathy voice, his lips hovered close to your skin. The verse resonated with him and he imagined holding you in his arms like this for an eternity. Your sleep was deep but the warmth against your shoulder pulled you closer to a wakeful state. You shifted towards Severus. His arm found its way around your waist. 

“That was beautiful.” You groaned sleepily. 

“I thought you were sleeping,” he moved a lock of hair from your face, “I said it because you’re beautiful.” The tenderness in his voice lulled you back to sleep with a small smile on your lips. He kissed your forehead and pulled you against his chest. With your cheek against his skin you listened to his heart beating rhythmically. 

The winter swallowed the countryside and the students were preparing to leave for holiday. You cleaned your classroom and helped some of the younger Slytherins get their belongings together. You began spending most of your free time with Severus. One evening after most of the students left, you invited him to have dinner. You asked the elves for permission to use the large Hogwarts kitchen and set up to cook. 

“Do you like Italian?” You asked while chopping a small onion.

“I suppose,” he replied, “I didn’t know you could cook.” 

“It is one of my many talents, Professor.” You twirled the knife in your hand before dumping the onion in a hot saucepan. He followed your movements with a raised brow. When you finished cooking you handed Severus a plate and he smiled gratefully.

“Thank you.” He watched you fondly as you ate. Over dinner you two spoke about the visit from the Ministry. Severus expressed his distaste for their obvious lack of discretion and self-restraint. 

“Maybe she just wanted to be thorough,” you spoke carefully.

“Doubtful,” Severus scoffed, “they’re watching us, that is how thorough they like to be.” He pushed his empty plate aside and took your hand in his. With an earnest look in his eyes, he brought your hand close and kissed your wrist. “Nonetheless, I will protect you. I promise.” He kissed your wrist again then pressed it against his chest just above his heart. 

“And you call me a hopeless romantic.” The redness in your cheeks made your face warm and you smiled brightly. Afterwards, Severus helped you clean up the mess you had made. He walked beside you down one of the many shadowy corridors that you learned to memorize. You came upon his door first and he stopped. 

“Would you like to join me for tea?” 

You agreed and he invited you in. You sat at the small coffee table where you first had dinner together. It was lit by three small candles that rested upon a stack of books. Soon he brought two cups of hot tea and handed you one. He sat across from you, his index finger tapping relentlessly against the cup. You noticed this habit of tapping his finger occurred when he was nervous about something. 

“Are you okay?” You asked between sips.

“Yes, I’m fine,” he looked down at his hands then slid them into his lap. He gazed down at the cup and then sighed softly. 

“I need to tell you something.” Severus spoke up and you nodded for him to continue. You heard him tapping against his leg, then he went on, “You have shown me that happiness is attainable even with the darkest of pasts,” he looked into your eyes, wanting you to see that he was opening his heart to you, “It would make me even happier if you would grant me the privilege of being your partner, in this life and the next.” 

You felt your heart flutter in your chest as you looked into Severus’ dark eyes. At that moment nothing else mattered, only how much you wanted to kiss him and tell him that you'd love nothing more than to be with him. Your movements were brisk as you stood and closed the distance between you two. He was quick to notice your movements and pushed away from the table creating a space for you which you gladly filled by straddling his lap. You then took his cheeks in your hands and pressed your lips against his. He grasped your waist and kissed you back passionately. You pulled away and admired the man who had stolen your heart. 

“Is that a yes?” 

“Yes.” you smiled and pressed your forehead to his. The smile on Severus’ face beamed and for the first time in his dreary life, he was genuinely happy. 

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[entangledmuses]

MUSES

BY FANDOM:

9-1-1:

Lucy Donato Harvin Jacobs (OC)

BAD BOYS:

Kelly Lewis

BITTEN:

Elena Michaels BRIDGERTON:

Daphne Bridgerton                                                     Kate Sheffield/Sharma Sophie Beckett Emma Ashwell (OC) Eliza Montgomery (OC)

BUFFY/ANGEL:

Cordelia Chase                                                           Faith Lehane 

CHICAGO FIRE:

Stella Kidd Sylvie Brett Lucianna Garcia (OC)

CHICAGO MED:

Jenna Isaacs (OC) (v)

CHICAGO PD:

Hailey Upton Kim Burgess                                      

CRAZY RICH ASIANS:

Astrid Leong

DCEU

Harley Quinn (Selective)

DEMI-GODDESS

Cleopatra Kent (OC) Daughter of Ares Mika Bishop (OC) Daughter of Athena Alba Murphy (OC) Daughter of Iris Lorelai Lakes (OC) Daughter of Hecate Sullivan Thromby (OC) Daughter of Hades

DISNEY: (live action fcs)

Princess Jasmine                                                     Megara

DIVERGENT

Christina

FANTASTIC BEASTS

Lally Hicks

FEAR STREET

Cindy Berman

GAME OF THRONES:

Margaery Tyrell                                                       Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

HANSEL AND GRETEL:WITCH HUNTERS:

Gretel (With AU verses)

HARRY POTTER:

Astoria Greengrass          Demelza Robbins                     Ginny Weasley Hermione Granger          Padma Patil                                                           Parvati Patil Pansy Parkinson                 Victoire Weasley     Lily Evans/Potter      Rowena Ravenclaw                                        Everly Keeler (OC) Violet Kerrington (OC)

HEMLOCK GROVE:

Letha Godfrey

HUNGER GAMES:

Madge Undersee

JAMES BOND

Paloma Becka Leithold-Bond (OC)

KINGSMAN:

Roxy Morton

KNIVES OUT: THE GLASS ONION:

Whiskey

LAST KINGDOM:

Eadith of Mercia Katri Mäkinen (OC) (v) Magna Sigurdsdottir (OC) (v) Renia Leifsdottir (OC) (v) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v) Freya Rixon (OC) (v) Rosalia Menendez (OC) (v)

LITTLE WOMEN

Amy March

LOCKWOOD AND CO:

Lucy Carlyle Rylie Theakston (OC) (v)

MCU:

Kate Bishop                                          Maria Hill Michelle ‘MJ’ Jones                                               Natasha Romanoff Sharon Carter              Yelena Belova Amelia Hudson (OC)                                             Peyton Coyle (OC) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

MUSKETEERS

Anne of Austria Constance Bonacieux Bea Browne (OC) Prudence Mallorey (OC)

MYTH/LEGEND/LORE:

Amphitrite (Greek)                                                 Artemis/Autumn (Greek) Hera/Helena (Greek)               Persephone (Greek)            Athena (Greek) Aphrodite (Greek)      Mina Harker (Dracula) Guinevere (Arthurian)

NATIONAL TREASURE: EDGE OF HISTORY:

Jesusita Valenzuela

NARNIA:

Susan Pevensie Freya Rixon (OC) (v) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

NIGHT AGENT:

Rose Larkin (Currently Single Ship)

OUTER BANKS:

Kiara Carrera Kelsey Heyward (OC) Cece Roachford (OC)(v) Morgan Kendell (OC)(v)

REIGN:

Mary Stuart Lola Narcisse Katri Mäkinen (OC) (v) Rosalia Menendez (OC) (v)

ROBIN HOOD (BBC):

Marian of Knighton Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

The ROOKIE:

Grace Sawyer Lucy Chen

SECRET CIRCLE

Diana Meade (Book based)

SHADOWHUNTERS:

Tessa Gray (Infernal Devices)           Izzy Lightwood (Show based) Sawyer McIntrye (OC) (v)

The SHANARA CHRONICLES

Eretria

The SOCIETY

Helena Wu Kelly Aldrich

STRANGER THINGS:

Chrissy Cunningham Nancy Wheeler Nicole Holloway (OC) Katherine Hopper (OC) Cassandra Meyer (OC) Audrey Meyer (OC) Flora Cartwright  (OC) Morgan Kendall (OC) (v) Walker Benson (OC)(v) Heather Ryder (OC)(v) Eva Timothee (OC)(v) Leah Teverson (OC)

SUPERNATURAL:

Bela Talbot                                         Claire Novak Lisa Braeden                                     Jo Harvelle Donna Hanscum        Sarah Blake       Alana West: (OC)                          Grace Harrington (OC) (v) Oria Hernedez (OC) (v) Gretel (Canon with Verse) Henley Knight (OC) Sawyer McIntrye (OC) (v) Harper Tripp (OC) (v) Isla Perkiss (OC) (v) Rylie Theakston (OC) Maya Rallings (OC) (v)

TEEN WOLF:

Lydia Martin             Hayden Romero Cora Hale Laura Hale Julia Hale (OC) Dani Delgado (OC)              Harper Tripp (OC) (v) Emmy Janson (OC)(v) Rylie Theakston (OC) Maya Rallings (OC) (v) Sofia Perez (OC) (v)

THIS IS US

Sophie Inman

TITANS:

Dawn Granger                               Donna Troy

TRUE BLOOD:

Jessica Hamby                           Nora Gainesborough Sookie Stackhouse

The UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

Sloane Hargreeves Lila Pitts                       Samara Akerman (OC)

VAMPIRE ACADEMY:

Rose Hathaway                       Sydney Sage Lissa Dragomir

VAMPIRE DIARIES:

Bonnie Bennett Caroline Forbes Katherine Pierce Rebekah Mikaelson

VIKINGS:

Amma Katia Lagertha Katri Mäkinen (OC) (v) Magda Sigurdsdottir (OC) Renia Leifsdottir (OC) Seraphina Varley (OC) (v) Freya Rixon (OC) (v) Rosalia Menendez (OC) (v)

VIRGIN RIVER

Mel Monroe

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams Astra Kernals (OC) (v) Violet Kerrington (OC)- can fit into fandom

The WITCHER:

Renfri Seraphina Varley (OC) (v)

WOLF PACK:

Luna Briggs   Emmy Janson (OC) (v) Sofia Perez  (OC) (v) Maya Rallings (OC) (v)

OTHER OC’S: though all OCs can be fandomless too

Sidney Hemmingway: Abilities- Sense and Water Augmentation Sloan Hemmingway: Abilities- Camouflage and Projection  Adrian Houston - Cop - works in - stranger things, 9-1-1, One Chicago Paige Temple: Paleontologist/Archaeologist Lara Matthews: Abilities: Empath Jenna Isaacs - Med Student Ava Jackson: Bartender/Owner of the Cellardoor Bar Cameron Yates: Bartender at Cellardoor Bar Meredith Price: Museum Curator Gabriella Diaz: Mechanic Sierra Wesley: Traveller  Odette Sevigny: French Heiress Harper Tripp: Phoenix - works in: Supernatural, Teen Wolf Avery Collingwood - Marketing executive Lizzie Marsden - Vampire Sawyer McIntrye: Nephilim - works in: Shadowhunters, Supernatural Juliana “Jules” Silva: Teacher Keely Sumners: Art Dealer Taylor Brockhart: Multiverse (Powers, Werewolf, Fandomless) Sofia Perez: Werewolf - works in: Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Wolf Pack Brooke Wilsher: Witch Kate Steiner: Fandomless - works in: Cobra Kai Charlotte Deighton: CEO Isla Perkiss: Witches Familiar - works in: Supernatural, Charmed Emmy Janson: Wolf - works in- Teen wolf, Supernatural, Wolf Pack Lucianna Garcia - EMT OC  - works in - One Chicago, 9-1-1      Grace Harrington - Witch OC - works in: Supernatural Oria Hernedez - Demon OC - works in Supernatural Kennedy Waite - Single mother/waitress OC  Walker Benson - Precog OC - Verses in - Stranger things, Supernatural Tallulah Spencer - Abilities- Elemental Sadie Hart - Half Fae Faye Sibley - Journalist OC Delia Costillo - Events Planner Rylie Theakston - Abilities - works in - Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Lockwood &Co.  Quinn Ashwood - Student Norah Parrish - Yoga Instructor/Fitness Instructor Greyson Ferris - Marine Biologist Amy Hartwell -Single Mum Clara Pennington - Interior Designer Kamile Acer - Hotel Manager/Receptionist Kayleigh Brunton - Singer/Songwriter Blair Kytes - Movie trailer producer Selene Underseth - Water Nymph Maya Rallings - Werewolf Sarah Foster - Photographer Morgan Kendell - Lifeguard - works in - Stranger things, OBX, has Nymph verse Beatrix Browne - Historical OC - works in - Merlin, Last Kingdom, Musketeers Aiyla Kartal - Multiverse - Harry Potter, Royalty, fandomless

SINGLE SHIP Winnet Mallorey: (Single Ship) Second Gen Musketeer child Olivia Isaacs: (singleShip) Chef May Page:  (Single Ship) Abilities: Gravitokinesis Ryan Loughman: (Single Ship) Cop Ember Rodriguez:  (Single Ship) Pyrokinesis Alyson Kent: (single ship) English Professor - Mother of Cleo Nicole Robinson (Single ship) Sister of Cassie Robinson Zoey Upstead (Single Ship) Ex Fiance of Peter Sutherland

[sunaddicted]

Tainted (Justice Lord's Trinity, tw: unhealthy relationships and violence)

"You're unworthy of his love if you're thinking about betraying him"

Diana had always had a cutting edge to her - the potential for darkness and the threat of freshly spilled blood dripping from her fingers. She had been brought up well-versed in the art of war, her body a deadly and perfectly honed weapon enhanced by godly strength and speed.

Bruce would have been a fool to underestimate her.

He would have been a fool to underestimate any of his teammates, really.

Still, something inside him had been deceived; he had always had a soft spot for Diana and while he had prepared for the eventuality of her going rogue, he had never really believed that she could.

Bruce looked up at her, physically pained about the cruelty twisting her features "You know I never could" he would think about all of his painstakingly made plans, rehashing decades of notes and observations and scratch himself bloody because he couldn't move a finger against him - against them "You know I'm not capable of doing it"

"I know" Diana stepped closer, hand cupping the other's drawn face, shadowed by stubble he hadn't deemed bothersome enough to shave and a livid bruise licking its way up his temple, blurring at the edges together with the dark circle surrounding his eye - the testament to another sleepless night that he uselessly had spent patrolling his beloved Gotham, efficiently sanitised by her and Clark personally.

It had been their gift to Bruce - the promise that no other child would ever have to go through what he had, screaming himself hoarse in a dark and damp alleyway, imbued in death and blood ever since such a young age.

The promise that his own children would never be hurt again, broken and abused by some madman that he couldn't bring himself to kill; they had eagerly dirtied their hands for him, their love for him propelling them forward in their mission.

"I know" Diana tightened the grip of her hand on his face, her throat mimicking the tension, making her voice hoarse "It doesn't mean you're not thinking about it"

(Continues on ao3)