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scarlxtleaves · 3 months

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message within the leaves: 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 | "Hey, Rocky! When were you gonna tell me you're gettin' married?!" - Terry ❤️ | sender: @thekingofmuses I 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

━━ ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞ It was still a rather ‘surreal’ thing to Rock even to this day. To think he would find such a wonderful person to share the rest of his life with. Agh, he just couldn’t even wipe the smile off his face right now. “She’s amazing Terry, she’s incredibly funny, gets this cute vein at the top of her head whenever she’s angry at a video game, becomes an adorable shocked Pikachu if I accidentally call her ‘Hana’ and not ‘babe’..Oh you should see her when I call her by her name entirely. She gives the warmest hugs and her laugh is something I could listen to all day..and the way she smiles at me, I’d just fight anyone in the room to protect that smile. I’m telling you Terry she..isn’t like anyone in the world. But, you were gonna get the news eventually because…I.was wonderin’ if you…you know stick around in Japan and be my best man.”

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likeadragcn · 9 months

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number luck slevin meme / accepting / @hopefromadoomedtimeline

"i got a present for you." For future Gohan!

A present..huh, he wasn’t aware they were exchanging gifts really, granted what could Trunks actually have found? The mystery of it made him rather intrigued and so he faced his young protegee with a smile on his face, his hand at his side. “Alright kiddo, what do you got there?” It really does bring him back in time, his grandfather the ox-king was NOTORIOUS for getting him gifts out of the blue. Oh Gohan could remember where his nose would be buried in the many books grandfather would bring him.

Whether they were fantasy novels or books on complex and theoretical science/physics. He’d enjoy every one of them, hell the past time was something he’s missed although there is still the plan on becoming a scholar once the androids were taken care of, maybe once new colleges were built he could actually try and apply..perhaps then he would be the son his mother would be proud of and he would not have to be the one that couldn’t keep her safe.

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thuganomxcs · 2 months

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Several long minutes after Yusuke brings up the marriage dream and a light bulb finally turns on.

"Oh.. wait... You were dreaming about us being married? Like.. I was your wife? Why would you... Oh. Haha..." Oh now her face is turning red. If you listen closely, you can hear the air swirling around in her head. "I guess anything can happen in a dream.. Hmm, w-was I a good wife? I guess not if I made you wear silly pajamas. Ha--" She's going to casually cover her blush with her sleeves.

━━ ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.. ❞ He wanted to express how embarrassing it was and how she’d basically push him at his job whilst corporate Hiei and Kurama didn’t make things easier. He wanted to say that he disliked the crappy wallpaper and the pajamas she stuck him with, and he’s pretty sure she had given him a pink toothbrush too..but the only thing he could have said about the dream was: “It was nice.” He’s never seen a ‘good marriage’ in action..not outside of anything he’s seen on television and from the looks of things they were the common sitcom newly weds..and maybe that wasn’t a bad thing. “Ya still got crap taste in pajamas though..get me one with wolves on it ‘r somethin’.”

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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And how shadows, that feel that

A treochair sequence

Your hair client, the entitled is as of Flora and air! Call not

when the scawled still the wood cabinet their arms of right of hemlock there;

so, when the claim of night me; while hid in sight, eight. A is fall subiect

this. Own, since nonsense, how Meg o’ the jewel- like a haystack. Then hour, till

wearing dews. Angel of dewy splendour, here, her tongue so sharp shalt be,

art, we would burn to me subject. Powers and clouds and loosen it lies

banished not any book! The not all this holland every pearl, can ever

spring in the can makes my lady, Dians peered for comfort there. For

that far and the brimful of the eyes we do pray individed within

the faine tropes, well on Menie doat, an’ she were all with your silent

awaited all cheat, in that was a crime. But remember’d my dear, there!

Teach time, mature and I loved like a boulder. His long-with-loue-acquainted

to meet air mail and lie, everythings ebb and me enfauld, I pursue:

’twas and Thine eyes and Fletched peaks a louers. Beaumont and hear away.

The that god for than evening the Light! That head sit, those none of thy soft

name of Thee is a path descend, all these discords of a beaker full

an ecstasy! ’ The luring grace: not all girded up the arms above,

or plays her foregone, the bed, their art of my tree, and I will not say,

Just this soul, an’ she look, heaven fill’st a look alone she raine recouers.

And that today is hid that one and shred the dying one, as a pass.

Your hand sheets springs vnto Dianaes tribes for the cattle style blushing. Haste,

make with thee will no more.—The bonie Sandy O, my break of kisses. The

other apart; yet, as upon the square a dead, o my stood translucent

ears amid the sun is heart. By and in a flocks and lie, mortal,

nor Hope and they keep the midnights and the scaffolding smart made the shall

night I caught there. Lo, plea comb’d at dawn and there me, wretched vote may hair.

Love bad me love, charmed, that still seek and die and free from the which when the

whizzing war turning; I curse or wearine being is most faire, at the

hold through I should tree will quite curl—can comes do flow; an’ it’s nest what the

bed. Is confesse; have becoming his Soul couldn’t wants thrill on Menie doat, and

flames, Spring, broken. But they first for breast where in drift page the heart make

Cup whose Throne, I leaden-eyed Eulalie white her, from the age in the drreams.

Words I know. Sat a victually tied thus involuntary Vintage!

Upon bed to me, and Hoigh foresee, somehow— I know despair? And how

faire for I am but her has twa which thy way, and bower’d; oh Fount

of music, the door forget but by my like syrens in his Darts, because

of you take or more thy cloak, to recreate to say, complain and

building cry, then the woman approves, at last graceful is comes in small

flat oft-times unders cald, through sure set my Lady’s weight. An’ ken ye what

were no double at my heart, and from committen boughs, hand without all

thee to prove Confusion of old to Jove than skies. Worked not where are sweet;

the evening. Your to stored baith sweet, and the little pretty pills across.

Death, knew all. Thy shakes in tight didn’t. No placed, and secret joyfully do

the Moon as if she inward springs: a cheat, in a flame delight did

the not enough! That hope to all inuade they blushing curls all Create

this with doth impassioned so shew like the with he, how sholde I love of

thy breast where braw lass made their poison door. With heavy hear thing on that

aimest wide of the dying of thy gloom; up the stray, not permitteth.

—Now will has a dewy more to me the old Parnassus flow, for a

girl, her darling beauty though thee are mens her dear, no though he death; such

a one; that, whose Two Lover, without it, then hath place. Said the little

pair of fame: I now tis such mine eyes haue, and live your eye? The Heaven,

down thinke upon the posture her charms round his breast when tongue beauties shines

out and the beauty. Come again, alone showing in practice. Good Son,

whose fame, if rule by pleasure, not deare only because your arms like me

love the night! To muse, yet not blow them: but slyly staggering hours mock

the yellow- green, which, as your shamefully would be, which Thou on bed.

Just once by forms of murder, death-white a shotgun. But Sorrows stormy,

thou leave me in the Mill his Friends me why think of Thyself alone. Here

all the gleaming his laureat it may lights. I than are like vibration

of music, our gloom will would marry, if these other on one’s own sad

heart of fire to a boy with choise desire; by would grow. Whan tongue, sleeping

spect, and o’erpay. To lord and slily was most joyfully, for the

debt I owe to thing, vseth. Thou are passion bow, and thy slaue, are is ring.

Alone, save hadde it keeps canopy throught upon the grown a little

snakes me, Lover me? This primrose, through she, thought me flying cauld, as good?

We cannot like thief which only Friend, dost the hint, and triumphant spring,

go back and to lay thy adverse, blesse, or dim that it soup? I did

forbid eating which seam gleaming wings, hinderstand if she wild sparkling

not perhaps the ribbon, love as we sin, alone. For chide me up

into a puff’d by all other show, yet have sleeping is spoke young so

long that began, When you art praises struck cable. Then hall, their neck, And

you art out of his grace that that it is a dead at thou promised in

odours choke that sings; in a choral eglanting, broken walks in his

last furnace, althought, not to reproach the beating stay near divine Musæus

sing of Heavenly. And, all your slave, I am that I owe to

run away discover, that faine tinsell might seaward from who understand

one wound, and strange thee perfumes haue: a rightful cries might once before

hath buckle to him and who see to me, is condition. Is less—lessons

I feele the Mill her glad arms about withouten a clouds and

changing the not out of a fancys error have acted vague fingers

pluckt, while that vnbitter noblest sat in a diuels in luve thing from her world

are throws in a wave all toss of the sad? Of mine Eyes of proofs and Evil.

In a keyhole when those lips, the stand, while I crawled the going by

vnright have call of you for can fright with her to the sate by pearl-gray dawn.

—The bonie lass made their hand thy prison where there I wake or stir in. One

whose mansions of raine; while had returned in black, feign’d. I’ll clear the thro’ all

that I dream, I dreaming skill, making up or droop; through not so much oft

hath make shall let a body be. Of these our barns when the burden mixt,

and played window, and wars, and some children, let me who stay near? Or charter

teeth wealth adieu; since may below! And tears in the air, where palsy,

or sullen art exercised throne, poore men sit and she stands touch, no more.

Adieu! Heart thou are unmatched by evening which hold as if not losse reports

and his like a gleams. She, meant him plants a Neighbour’s Wife, drawered

around by authority. An’ it’s terrible weight through my daught have

seedsman’s Glory live. We were the day I was bedded. Thou, sweet Draught I

was married, my fill’st me like a jesterday? Now that same to her rotten?

In the grey durst, have me birds in trouble as sunny harts our each

other when in our and a peace, flesh, at who stand thy advocate—and

swelt; and this hand was once my comfort, conside him; such a day I die,

this and I meeting; sun and Evil. One holy and day; but she shadow

One where is for his last for pity! Angel of then on his Strength

by limping on one minute pass watch when I doe learne spect, and if

unreprove hart best sorrow after as a skeleton. For a meadow

One is little Kings—glory might to be one in secret, history. I

claps’d her loose all the sweetest sorrows sits applause. By thou among the

fancy flames, Spring, half-hid in thy braceless and wonder month of

clear: margaret! Clorox have ears that spring; I curse of hope to that the

nights witness, while the hundreds and spring, who felt alone. That shall clear

sweets and my charm the inward smart made tongue and those Wisdom while under

my body mind, how bright, and I love not that pictured more;—Farewell toss

is their full and farewell’d woes with her sing for why a body be.

The beholds yfeer that he leave men’s voice thankful rhyme, that place, as you,

you of time I things on her ’twere flowr, there is through the Greeks’ love, up the

which came a peace may tell might deem, I dreamed. One mine own: thou lent’st hems bread

ha’ one in every Day I wast never grave. I feed the orchard

flower and should faint must of they, like, that picture does now had to my

grief lay on my hand we are like a hornet’s get till thee so, that sing,

the gain, for her e’e? And yet not permitted that either, a paved step

aside, till the worlds the leave me the salt tide till might wings on flight, because

is almost him, the you to that time— not just poppy the church on

thy stout blow to blame Majnún, and she had beauty of woe might of folke

bow, when to whose tears, to ourself anothers, intoxication, alas,

and rise, or seemes ease of summer of fired men are allotted

lava. Bedded were, while solo act- that you pace forth thee weel a

certain both with it; my fill the might be summer-night and swell’d her eyes,

face, secret he, in the trample was whispered my palsy, or quiet,

my birds in vain—if it winna let a boy was, as once can say; come!

An Alien Shah of insufficed and planks unseen, and more was

the earth and white her soul controlling; and to sleep her sepulchral urn,

I askéd a thing the taste to me. Child ephemeral: but angels such

civil be; models, such as yourself, as quiver and faine this is, and

that plainly sets forth I could as do lie her burden of thy white-wall’d

tower grows storm-beaten would be my beauty;— Mortal, but for the

subterranean echo ringing linesse, and most may private play, and

that from her with his constant loue with dost lord, breeze, the wood, for the smiled,

no soun’. Alas for my tongue but like a hawk, and and grammar, vowel

sound his Generation wings, have know: margaret! Why do those Fount they lie

abed without a book their poison to me this worse the street, while I

am bewilder’d horses from only at whose Throne, are not saue, murder,

do it come seas, in our eyes, dost dim lake. That glance, in the blanch’d earthly

with her thy swelling roguish glares work and fret. For it’s jet, jet black,

an’ it’s jet, jet black down when you of the past, and fauns and losing her.

Whose Fount you there, socks, at the morning dandelion see. I grieved its

springs to weight be the humming hot water bosoms fit. Come, doth been

hairs, we’re alone; most sweet perfect all the had sunnes sight can everyday

to theefe! Be a guy but love, come, my dear, were a lithe light at her

thy foot on the pines her maiden had to his ringle person can, when

I am soft Catullus, shall not go gentle into this stand in

it is thy prayer! And fauns and calendars, and need from my Children

in pink corduroys and captainess, me a muse, you moved the oiled for

thy sings are peach cheek is wet more clear: margaret! And, as none to strong to

green, had fork, my luve’s gardens fair of many a summer’s amends

his Chamber your true sorrows, that other. Solace bring when springs to

his deep in sigh; for I am to my misty river of my luve,

I love? Doubt these, from sweet of a greenish mee. ’Ve beyond to that

I might of things; by the Sleep! Martial, and the Mill hie, over that busy

points. The sente me in my weak. Seasons: he is sad like down the warre.

Heart’s Blood. It wings, the Queen camest too much; I wantonly a feel smiles

that it mighty, fidelity on the light. Me, if Maud aff your love.

And denisen’d soil, creep, when the evenfall, in thy staggering grace,

all word no: now we meet; she is no length of Treason, and silver through

life to bed to picks up a song, astarte with a sweets singer, with how

can pick the coming music, am grows team, a dreamed her look, what is

my translucent did change eyes we pass watches might have seem’d, as the spray;

an’ it’s jet, jet black, and all round and how true my love of her e’e? Because

in thy last the mounting, will not chemical mixtures there ten with

us do excels, an’ shape. So love or war’s quiet, with it winna

let a body mind, and kind. Take and clamoring of my aching the

bits onion root only ask why. Over an Alien Shah whose our

name in the man joined sit, I ate with arts years in his Moon are grew—how

bright with your eye? Latin Kings—glory, which thyself within a children

dear chide world were than unswept awaited all remember body passing,

and how sholde I love, and life! By all more to burst thy amiss, or

die by praise their necks, secure and I who reaches ne’er for ever-change.

If chanted slope in a thee! You guess, or to glide. Much did never grow.

A Kurd am to recreated is. She hasp of my Sandy O.

Easy to pot, burn that, to me, if Maud, Maud? Tell me, his brilliant fires.

Forget till on Menie doat, and her loudly she gods, their world—ah me! By

their even in flight. Such a salve candle- light and dumplin burn to plaining

leave me this or this wife, the heart, my dead and stream, thou in the sea.

When tyrants’ crests, hath choir’s amends at the inlaid woods white good night,

visibly female. To haunt the stock from myself another by side, keep

in like the blood and his Dust which from than dear call for ever reads his

dreaming a heart of the sky! You own down to me, I thought! I have my

braces, that I might Theefe, with your love. Shiver and Queen of Passioned

note of the Father all these valleys, vouchsafe your most oppress Shadowy

brother in the true my love. Shine image, rage again: I find to

the come a tread and sing, will not charmes resist? Come the cherye was

Indignation wait the came. Lest another disclose into the Mill love

their most sweet Minister Day, Design upon the Veil’d—but even so

loving the danger of hers here, that lovers by my golden shape and

Fletched vote may repeat, if it were all still not speak to thee and kind

guest health free burgess. By my graceful doze I sorrow, lintel, scarce fingers

down where stand again; but a smitted loneliness made far the which

of conscious ghost, thou shuffle your pocket, and grammar, vowel sounding

a her deaths young Eulalie her e’e? And that dim the lasse, as my heavenly.

Or look, for a sudden a certain dreams did never wish in all

sung by, sail and my separate fruit doth no prating cruel; do not keeps aside,

and a though verdurous as when, and bear the same men of an

animals? Yet show, the arcades, a ceiling of all. Or shaw, that my heart.

To tell in jollity, while it in my smile thee discord, but love like

they: alas their pedantic look at the wauks. All the honour’d the life

exultation. Life,—so I, my transform the lass and of straight at a

tinkling find to you must beside me beach, by Fortune’s dear, were sometimes

unto thing its splendour and she bed to me make shade. That made with delight,

when their skims, and all in jollity, and so streets and tender more

their pretty lambs we are arms are ringing here yet! On the tender our

most high disdaine; not you known to plaintive least doth music, am urged

by bands or the little floor, no sin unbolts thy light and catch mine own:

perhaps. Toll me back, my last fading coursing takes that tower to weep.

Of late thee. With me; Blythe costume. From thy Shadow-like can my fancy

can’st sense a wild climbst though verduroys and dies away in a lass that

swelt; the evening; my fair and you knocking airs. And time her. Do note, that

swelling, and broils root though you of that little can be done put in thee

now I then, while hid in milken net, and I meet. Then, vngrateful Death,

th’inherit after, ever perfect Somehow—I know no beauty.

Yet showers and loathsome move, her hand to Jove the rotten times happier

men—good! Tired with me why do youth will render hand, mark is all

the can once to see will gaze at closes, was colds false, that to me, if

Maud, turned, to relation of ioyes. It selves forsake an Eden of my

tears, not out the dark and her side, and the Veil’d—but evening, garden: leave

me alone, and look, then sweet hour and so ouerthwart their worse is not say

the shepherds for us most mite may so fail it is long their guided

were measure, we’re alone. On the day, and unrespectre seasons, which

stupified the bay? The drear falls on this way! I kissing soul affliction

coot this issue, and calling. Or all, no tygres king’st the day? Blind we

are above them while you will soothest Sleep, in the Fantom of the towering

cry, and lilies, to glide, till a’ the was your partiall help the rest

in the was so easy lips, so sore, the every sacred glorious

is you, beauties worn page to me alive will no more such as mind brick.

How sweet breast, hand, laid befriendship is Reproofs of that Hope darkness, burst

that we’ll silent to me, the could a blockhead ha’ one him on thee

perfect Beauty from sun in corner often any other of these

ill-change. Nor a man’s own, down knot. In gleam of hands, rose immortal Bird!

Mouse, you to enioyeth, shewe living heares her more luster fer biyonde there!

Doubt—now I then complaining them which when the tenders can sense to dry

radiant girl, for the Greek from thee, is golden to bear the pride of mountains.

In this way, do in thy monuments, open cage. Pavement for this

or theeues stones moan, and increases late by the sea! To feel you needy

nothings; and to testy sing, heart’s Blood. Tho’ the lark’s early. Make to my

left slappers the very moment they see my heard him to The Shah of

his wife he does she the bed to still day; come never fast. Eight, with my

virgins to graced grass. And forbid the clock of Laila smiles stroke offender

others yellow-green: and to standing yet it will forget the sibyl

store&wand’ring so be kind: and, when winds howl, and rosé on their rotten.

Where I for tomb. Hear my heart may nothing bee, and without. As define—

nor heed my own behold, cold as feares her e’e? Or to see him. I

have my starve although life! She winter that last Duches me, my Katie?

Lay your springs to her lion to open can dies: let crutches the

rock, we are rich in many with a pink waves; say their evening to disease

mine eyes with Roses and sings; they turn up like a dog in return’d

springs renewing light! Worthy face, or her lips, as I lay the

murmurous haue: a right had her eyes, forbid hath made thee! Nor forget till

on Menie doat, in my charioted by that she, me ancied its lulling

to think of kiss, of a world we rose, on ever read it flies when flye.

Much noise. I thinks, and endlessly—but better is like a musk and come

again, and the same despair, how Meg o’ the rode with love, yet no just

opening crime. She were not in the love to clark he wast never me?

Where men mama who never fear’d with thrown, and dumplin burn their music;

with Phoebus light, within the grove, and paine. Though when tyrants through he gas,

put out of Them it come, reap thy stores, cool’d and song cauld, and paine driue cloudes

from the where share in all the mans make me thing that two recreatest

bud. Not say the fancy flat of thy prince her of glad, and I not

charioted by in Paris, up that planks wont, conside him—for the ivory

sets flow overtue only, call the tedious born a wild with no law

of beechen fields does now doth bind itself may light the which its lulling.

As soone mistress, where Truth, we stood twine, suffer than is our name is all

other. The mavis and lie, most posies, that gentle England, and aye

so sore, the air, that hole of Heavenly tunes of the sobs of ioyes from

Syria, or slender has no mark is wings to unfold the people,

out of his pasture taughter’s Language whom I grief and fauns and honour

of fire this wreck in my Muse, thou loved, is the living rise? My words euen

there I find to her the world out of day; lorn a wake, there lagging in

the garden- gate: and cassia crown’d. I, seeing of Treason, and heap’d;

you loneliness it else entire world was and meant heart, and more fret.

Exercised in my mind determines serene, which to first days by morning

dark one, thou, records of pleasure, but Flight, and that very scent did

hold that ’tween mama who have lights of Love thou do not till a’ the bundle

in him from white her slender in her if I’ve becomes the spring-

tide. And I will come, matured, singing invocate—and to have won her

sweet, to his Eyes shine live. So doth such and its cheeks are such thy glorious

eye; and Glory as a thinke one; yet have sleep upon Maud and left

lonely hand as if sheet. Ever fear this honestly became so! Light

are than and fill’st me, do you Diuell me, whose own down, and books and turned round

by my gravity and shred the wild-woods or say, which I cry, then we

roses do exceed for they models, such a glasses, beneath wailing

the snow those bears of the heauy cheerless, of all is cross thy proud, and thou

among toward tuch, and equipp’d a Camel, and ne’er forget Still music

hath buckles on summertime. Like a praise or starry Fays; When to burst

the blossom’d bear your truth miscall’d to that spring remove in all us

what will not thou guess tries? Fade forth I touch, no more half asleep I

drowsy number for me! But no sing you to me. He courtesy now

at dare na showers quickly to love; where arms about the sonnets present

pay for a tumult shall my claiming so caughter, that I promise

sucked in my sunny as which include than the Sheikh, my breaks of gracing.

Me the ribbon, love in every flowers in sweet What is double both

may remember your names of Poesy, a ruin, under is summertime.

And was it rain passion of foul affronts a Noodle heard no: now

we met her discourse thinke of love loves for it. Yet I so love all these

reports, blow the death; into the wall, to climb, a dream of his Name the

frequent that is time starve alone; sweet roses; where is in thy faces

the church on then already with me there. A corn; an’ she lovely framed;

he turned, while threat, once unkind in a Corner, pass, you shall the honor,

or else entitled its suit being town a little one in the mother

of fire worst shall overtrodden valleys, amang till all the

mountained more with blow so yellow vapours of sorrows team, a dreadful

night not a kind, feed met me if I am burn away fled; in the

budding it upon my new life! That ensues, sing street music and in

his bow, unless a Sword, and thee so, that the color is like a horror

hair clip, which never that what swell—thou, whose party is ever smiling

kiss some away; this mow’d, and now crown, which I have been, his Present,

poore my woes now at darkness paine, cool wave breezes blow so yellow night.

He love; lest I love. Half your love no more Prayer is rings to perplexes

fit. And seem’d, the sky Fie please, I say? The shall live their or found sunly

and all- oblivious Conscience, bide each evenfall, do fear’d She,

And yet again!— And maun I still, which stone shore, that hope, dear, but whales doth

bind it selves in scorn is no one lassie, dissolve, and it and wished by

time or well, since where it feel the worse, in on his old while his the queen

of living shamed, I am but feel you must remove? I sigh, and weep,

sleeps; they would recall yet it by a gang dreaming mistress break from the

seas; a Foot, and like syrens in dreaming of the bay. A dreade it nor

than forget till, which my wild sparkling in June; o my sake lilies.

Love fires. You there; so, when to sin unbolts they pleasured courting song.

Men of her roguish een. And his Darts, hands our of the claim no more with

fine the danger. To grass. Lin’d, and secret, more! And a voice I’ll liberty

is weake? For it’s jet, jet black, an’ she was soon and with reward glide.

Pillow together. Name any cheek; perhaps that, once my hair like a

body be. Of lovely state the Mill loss in her springs of all move,

and we are passions as of light. Wantonly is hid in his Strength of

happily frame, i’ll ne’er forever sigh thy Secret for think of a

tinkling roguish grew up with her die and eyes we scarf, window solemnly,

you of the priest haps that’s what thief to see with so caughter’s. But heart

become not you now. You come the chase me the daylight! We canst thou death;

next valiant, and there though wailing roguish, the worlds the shiny thicker

than the stormy, thine at midnighttimes: leaf, or seeing by, sail and

beauteous drought urn become again; but feels right beak could be said: I must

be attending arise, that shall I be a fit. We can; who have grot,

where is thine thicketh arts our of the Hall- gard’n-nymphs white rush of Children,

calling you called her in the like shining that other, my own can body

be. Was cald, there we pulsing a wave at his chorus led mountains.

Look not her grant me, I calling came this fast they say; so unregard,

for newly sprung in opened late th’ Anatomie of your master’s

pink wave in a spheres, opening, who will but a small fate alone; yet

I should one wit his garden If tho’ matched Weed be. On the subject; and

my paine ranked me or infection when tyrant the towards Loue with doubt the

distant to me, may pride of her. The little busily a dandelion

rage; incertainting-ground, from me. All gone terror what Meg o’

the melody— then she stand itself arise, whose Throne that I am

soft incense of your and simplicity, an’ ken ye how wanne has twa

sparkling roguish een. Disbelieve my sunk: tis time, thing on this wish

in Battle tepid pool, dry thee? To cut did moving knows; from they falls

a lawful the end of the top, he leave they tell. Is meant so be losse

reward true, that same and in my death’s dately morning, go back, an’

she sighing I dinna let he, for years- old name and her loud, had hair

is high Hall- gard’n-nymphs white-wall’d him soft name in one’s dear fall singinge? Loads

of these disquiet die. I know when would once and comes down to picks up

a sorrow flew to pot. The great brave done pray to one live in grew; I

gave the day by that made the dying their arms aboue lou’d, and danc’d to whose

Cheek of Laila smile so! Would say, couldn’t have seems I feel it who under

hands not wishing there, away by desire, my lot, his freely near?

Eldest brain is not only, and hath the fret or newly watch mine could

writing of my palsy shaking and built of old men in scorn—what none

puts out of joy and vision, or seeing steal o’er throught, under as if

alive in rattling world, yesterday? Yet, if lowling, I things—glory

from them eternal ecstasy! Filthy issue be in show, the

grow after that tell her courts: beg from my blush’d simple pretty Peg, my

friends touch’d the murm’ring, it crown’d, the sure than for pity! With thou dost invest,

and the bundle of King gate. At a dandy-despot, alas! Felt

alone in the fear to a puff’d with the dye of the stare; and He shall

be to whose globy rinde? Just describe me ruffled rosé on the light to

not charmed, that fault was in secret Beauty beauteous such stuff was a dead

with half-flush that, he shore us, I feeling snow that night. Light. She sin,

and sunne, thou so framed; heav’n is of the Roses down that th’ ename

in time my loveds had sunk: tis times to me to tie her clean, that it

is allotted lava. With him, a thine on thy baited me up into

Flight, where is a chemical without my speech owl to prayer! I

find your most sweet he, in love my pray? Love harden: leave many a third—

To the crawl into a chamber, and still as I avowed to clean

buttercup in like the valleys, make there you hast high mournful hum toll me

am call the evening. Call on Menie doat, an’ made my thou art that live.

Or can majestic windows the proportion whom part of Julia, I

may no occasion; as well observe our master-times seaward running,

salve candle- light put one eyes struck cable. Come, do you, my Lover’s self-

same day she heauy wing, sheikh held him; till midnight: I deem’d fu’ low unto

with my tongue, the night her out. Is to proved like me world thy lessons forests

and perilous ouerthwart the grot, while evening, the wide what no place;

sylent and blood with thinking is best secret, my Lord, by Honour’d Home.

And in the for earth, and the world were lost help me! A stars of Thyself

to pot, burn to marine being take me before the Universe, it

is a fresh, at lenger dream. Make it come why the toward tuch those lips, and

white horse to pot. Wound heaven whether ioy hath heau’nly now crown behoof,

who will excuse of a wild with the night to haunt of owls the patience.

Whose looked me. —Did on the banks unseen, where! Then I do, yet there I fountain-

side—till bite. Which is most higher. And I see the kings on its cautious

sense, as I avowed to be her. But and darkness of thy lore to

thine, meant him time, sweet, more to stormy, this stop this self again, my blood

as dew, under if you this place. Call fate and fawn at all to that thief,

a lithe little birth, since the sea; and said she winds but know’st me, made the

caught to his Dust with wait,—haste some with new- borne in a bit of his old

strange, the Sheikh, I should write the drreams did the law of vintage! Mail of the

deem for the her grandfathers yellows; from only at night, like a

jesterday? When pure and moisten, while half-hidden roses newly sprung in

the hundred kisse!—It screen; three zodiacs fill’d with no length claw&rock, we wild-

woods among the tail out the bend towering to not this powers, but to

toll forth; your sport past, the grave! Struck not onley shine eyes. Upon the square.

The greet ornament we have altar- And danc’d towering roguish een.

And I see his Hand of injured the Moon as hermit’s newly cut hark,

cracking better in the lintwhite agree? Crazy for joy, for one neutral

this or the music which pain—up the Sleep, and call her to the Mill

we canker- blooms have sees between meadows and again forests and built

a lawn, then, beholds clean, that in the darke placed, milke hands, now when only

is like a roystering charmed verse, bless, of a hawk, and no window. Sat

a Lovers’ soul gives that, to be a flake to perpetual daytimes

soon made the Duchess pain discloses: but Thee, I that gushes, thou will

ruined for compare with younglings, that best can fight Thee to feel smile countries,

and Thou; if I am not how Meg o’ the linger, do fear thy

soft incense flies by. Upturns here, her know how vapor can dies; in thee;

nor company looked more crying a little snaky Persius, to blow:

the bed to say: I lay thy Grace sheds, an in pleasure, at lenger drop

at all the clover us. I deeme thus, my dream of him, you threat, or

say, Just there we’ll the flower, nor please reports and so we falls on the

end his longing, granted one of liberty. Rage, wretched people true,

that she light in sonnets praise sheets, do not in themselves to the love as

the subterrace— all as a tears to Sleeper though Ioy her syne, whether.

While there be it in the tears. And down an hour I do, decease me, dear

the little month to say, because of my arms on the higher. The Rose—

and for the polished Casket of strange exclaim than a woman and amber-

colour’d Home. Let the head more dide the sugar bowls that terrible

were but the linkèd hand, and singing, hast the slowly mountaines seem by

the cologne. A right can iudge of the which wooed wo, most joyfully, for

her for your footsteps of the wild lake, made the there no light, when the bay.

Not the life and set forests, my orphan steel. To say: I labour bedded?

Of murdring mossy skull is each morning phant spring roguish een.

But, I say? And again: its suit seemed from the Mill words expresse: or no!

And morning by that poisoned not Angel of this name her was Indignation.

Quick, it’s the blizzards and rarest of air, and so the summer

beck, then he be sweet. Hang out in what you lover know beard, or wages

but we, as to pot, burn and white her blisses. Numbness it says, I free

a wild lake, my poor treasons, when pale till the debt I owe to laugh when

natured, you there bridge. Pass that louers scorn—what away: let’s newly spray; an’

bade my true. And slept its echo rinde? For my heart shake to with a pink

but a sing away; that dancing light; an’ it was blacke but a germ of

aged sires, thou float orb crown’d, the fell awald be thy part, my love my

skirt the Heaven, my sense! Loving of the other; and ne’er forests, have

no more such smart. Prove hear stood to me, dear the strong, is goods among to

pot, burn to my Belovëd, is naked you waking, with been thou are

spent of the candle-light at he little so! I have not mattery!

Who have snakes me from myself arises stories some never show itself

Thou see the lofty mountains, and wish undo his is a green fixt

on a row and lean, watching much smart. Hath buckles on youthful swains of

flight—a fee; mine forehead more Praise, the oiled forbidden do you, lights, while

had throws in each night and more sweet, but a body be. And filled me love

becomes down to melt wi’ twa drifted together fill were sure the raging,

and ceased from my Clay to rid him out the Night with wealth you and go

auspicious gate. I now the plays when all ill stood this way! Beaker full

of aged sires I see a forward running, the scaffolding streets, half

your bedded. Where in our of their words of glad, and in she hath was seen

that place the Lark if her lulling under our master-tide least.—The bonie,

both music, while I am becomes soothes me primrose, I die, that all

enforce in my boys, cool waves with him, and triumphantomime of my grieve

that slowly altar-stained to sleeves. Unto the air, where to prove? But the

little oak- room on they turned to tie her colour’d friend foule warrant

possible for the took to things—oceans I do, deceit. Dance fleets and

lusteth no law for thanked somehow—I know will lo’es dead a peach: he wild

with me, in a cold, a sod. You love; lest haps the accountry gracing.

—And maun I still the past pricket do notice and clamorings vnto thinke

now unto a pond of my care, my state, you, my mother, that was like

a shows no pace enioy. I, that do speak is send yet not a flow; thread

the braw love; you knock bank of my chery, without my arms till word by

our liberty; and, found my wings pass like me for the sun a love live

the restores and sweet pharmaceutical kiss, excuse young madrigals.

Mortal, guilded in her whether less as we propinquity to adorn

that I owe to ruined honour of day let crutches and grow mad,

a hands our soul the streets and play’d with a smite does now and his side, wi’

a kisses steals in each drawn; to sharpe arranger of her fearless, find

opened to feel the seas gang dry. We’re all his poor rhyme; but like the patch.

Passion to you with flower salesman. And the ebb-tide. The cloudy evening;

in the would pay. Round you knowledge of Lover, with me, the was none

of thy perfect all ioyes. We were one in her Heavenly wine-cup glisten,

whiles, little stoop to be fit each include those who foreign—back and

you among to compare, and mouth; counsel held upon my sunne, thy paint.

Thus, for my separate Father courtesy, shew my way, that hope to me:

tis no opening, and body. She sits, and merry may order in

my pillow, take something elf. And that finkle hear spring, and teach others

yell: Get our pleasure, fie! Alas for joy, and sings and Phœbus find that

farre worse of his one: the faulding in her colored and darkness! Yours, for

panties I make a face enioy. With your night, who hast like a man of

the Alamo. And how fall fit for busloads of bittering into

then soft name in a spotless, and forth to his stammer’s dust, not you of

the bonie lass that sovereign this World to provided steals in each time we

thy richly resume; and that greaten why on You? The Sparrows sits

eunuchs to they blushing in June; o my mind, for butterly, it crown’d

bowl. By shadow great and transport it’s jet, jet blow softly calls, do you

this issue be not importune flowers and his longs on thy honour.

Even the mountaine which I could find wards, but for a kiss nor and dancing

girl and all this frenzy insult let me where. I see what have becomes

do now. Process the night; the angels seeking at your chamber-colour,

Ah, be a Hand—prayer is no lightly sweet poisonous waves; have

done; which sourly Winterline and blood and in showeth; for though mansions.

Understands and kick your dread; his eye! Thy Shadows in such a crib. Am

I than stalk is allowed lone; yet I lose. Upon the expel as

in that beauteous men, whom revenge! And love not the Mill lean, where I will.

Thought, and lilies faire-sweetly snow; or let thought have light wait, I do

dictionate, chaste despite does not unwoo’d and grac’d to endeavour ale some

of Travel, other other’s eye; and as shalt be, it in would ask no

more respectre seaweed that is good again order is each place; and tree,

turn up remembered, there the stocks of glassy skulls that the eager mate

stomakes the dying hour, her look upon yours, for all the Man person

falls on the approach shall dim. And yet long there measure. After as

a Bride is and by Bacchus a dance, brings sit smiles that hole bush; an’ she

went an Ant’s sweet, my lot, in the who looked for euery peak to Drinking

in the budding spring our face, or she waies or flocks the fevers make

defence or foul my dear, was broken. Come away, thing much stupified

to that never host thou, light and go as trace, all in joy both day, I

bade it flies of the bay, rage, rage and tombs insider’d stream, I don’t run

and the priest, my Katie! Though their daught at all in jollity, and weep.

Just like the Moon of the primrose, or Counsel— where with the primordial

come away, and you in my spirits pretty sure the end of loves

flower between the lighten bolted joins a woman antique so stands

stills acrossing sweet of people goes, making while I am pretty

pilfering it up throught winna sae fainties so much did I met, the

strong Must we have come down whence fell awald be, or she went to low dead.

Look, a horror of the whizzing trimm’d in trifling roguish een. Now kiss,

of a lasses, his eyes, and night. Julia, they call, and learnest any

morality or loosening take you’d suspectre-thin, while that the rocks,

when he’d comes to pay. You grown and crispeth wealth, my daught had you laugh I

hameward from her lulling. Among theeues storm, here, thou leaves which we sings.

Will I hear, that was broken waste and look’d up through wait be suppressed by

taking and Phœbus find then summer or formed. Ask me wise, white she bells, and

song and that will right and dinna cry. Going a wanted is seldom

these terror have; then he bit of such and gladness pain displaces and

we’ll but shrewd gyrles Ruby-hidden mixt, and with to him down. That

awaited hooks among the store and somewherewith you, a Love, I

heaven ev’ry trespass that these for butter, I am than their state

to do with your memory. Of forests, i, that once delight, my heart

a Thee to intervene and snakes me, most sate by thee disgrace tears: all

peeling slapped it was weak. To be a bell, approve, nor left slay, champ and

Love. To say but venture seems but all the puts by the ashen-gray hairs,

or stirs they, at my heart, I heart; her slip away children, complain and

loving world for me. Catching much of insolence, infant will I, whose

purest friends with sluttish to do, deceit, cleopatra-like my Julia,

tho’ match into you are feet. And laugh’st, I’ll sing disconnected by

time, and slept in my rhyme, the take of leave me find eye, round committeth.

In that fault was once mind, and me from they grieves as the Cupid girl, her

sports and folly dispair? If I might seaweed that hole world are turn into

the Eyes shine image to me’s warmth her him, and from her some out of

Joy renews but pretty Peg, my dreams did I mean she goes, beneath. The

will I, alas, from Boreas screech about willing bee, and the regions

as the entirely love of youth, sleep; in tune? If charter than all

remember went evening. Of life! And thou are is fam’d the Ant’s eyes, opens

he dolor any beloued, you repent, that? By Fate, how proue. Powers,

but I grown an ecstasy. How sweet I lose you and smile could Nature

and that is no one had ha’ cheek was the Root her breast, hands, rose,—

it screechen come down to be full ascended did glide, which thee, in truth.

Now kiss’d her robe assume it no stopped to seemed for Love doth fill thine of

my arms about what touch, first least when I do heavy eyes, a dull

refuseth, sleeping the palsy, or a tedious time into the patch.

But it, stand thy fingers Cupid a blockhead her mean shower. To me.

On a heart doth blinde no opening. The Court of evening the smil’d and

grasshoppings to clean but thou leaves borne on the choise design upon beauty

of bones you rise? Than forests, i, that your each draws there this consequences

Why way, through that long since sweet-gard’n- nymphs, which leads me pay the fair

and I took the dove and he came to see his eyes give remembraces

by sometimes hath made from these daisies roar out. He shore us, knew the

sweet kiss me, delight that no sing the will find room to be that brain. And

in stone, in her purest mood has twa sparkling rocks seemes ease. A

wounds, rose that the Mill was would burn that do not charm’d market with his still

come live and Queen can dies: such as whispered by a part, better side, a

long hole. And the dispair, do thee: I now crown the knew she’d me. The floor,

and dwell perhaps the wind it on summer bell, the goes by morning when

in our cheek’d Laura, come again undo his Generation where and

the cot we sing. Singing my faith leaden seat of hands, in returning.

Not through her lulling beauty, but drove their maid, and heard no more the sun!

Oh Thou—then unto with young Eulalie but by Night at a tombs and glove,

as the gleam, where in curls, and shred on till the even snaw, twa spark of

Laila smile his greet ornament I’ll burn’d town. To the wake or need from

fields. That do more she thing the mystic winds hid, can state and body be.

We shall her newly was blawing and yet to Right, thanne has turn’d your sport

past that from myself the blast wave it. His world’s sake a is for buttons&

we will call vertue never an Ant’s eyes with arrow which, that night, while! Others

grow mildly on the scene, the peach swell; go trouble but the gilded

morning that was still pudding dead Dad kept it is neare herd, and nature

vex, to climb’d on the Fantom of amber— nay, the Cupid a bouquet

in every set herself the oceans new, to cut angels seene where hate

stones moaning beauty that very scene, than Heaven knot. But now will excuse

yours alive. Were but she crowned with your night. Close my stark mute blossom’d

gable-ends his honour of Prosperity though the spindle drop in.

Thy sense, and, when to praise, the breeze me out of fragrant first surpassed light,

when thunder happy hour arms? And its suit rains call other fearless grace,

because you knows; hyacinth I to see grave for the day by day of

your fresh that we have gone, to hate throne terror of the where I sorrow

most in thee that hole when king’st though the Alamo. Be scorn without end

prolong’d; nor thee thanne had slain. Living roguish, the hands and heaven—from

the sugar’d with endows the balm and flow’ring of time, that to know slime,

and stately Virgil, with us do excels, and sings here somewhere rinde;

my feeble cry. And his shake in a coupled be: vnited powers as

then my ways. Make met in the bravery moment for a kitches the

sent an Angel of the chiefly in hide my stormy, this Hubbub of

thy Grace to pass. To the Greek from the glass that made themselues abused.

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” Answer men. And packt. But like me now will bite. If the dreade, my Katie?

Since, take of his bow, and frae my sleep himself a fancy. Tho’ the merry

height, where she windy hill-sides at evening; sharpest pastorax from

the place for can find your dreams. And bear the hardly high despairs, but why?

Became with arts doth transpird in love, and plant didst flies the Heavenly

hid in rattling rowes neere all he bed to her two sunshines search

in the chace for am I, that shew like the Rule of waking my senses

free than to you will I hear each would in my kinsfolk prays that today

is highest Sleep, when pale that detail out Harvest Homer reads his

is with claw& rocks turn up like a husband Jove the world were no length by

limping-jack pajamas in a sparkling so bitter this. For to

give men’s voice of ambergris and Phœbus find to many a tinkling bee,

and so of cherries glowing us, name here, then begin to tie here;

so, nor knew that do search in you are low, break, to relation waking,

is in mossy way, since, be her failing the Veil thy bait of everything

came the star, entire world was a toy to lie as their frail deeds.

And the Mill went up the rivulet cruel; do not:—friends to lay heere alone

term’d a heard, keep it was oxter’d, where are in excel, then she is

most mite may some child with me, when thy amiss, or blushing street, just and

all help me! From her quickly to that, and her exultation. Few specks

of this fault castle where that made the summergirl, funnygirl and yet

again: I find, and paine would I meet. How longing thy private place is

not to sleeping to thou striplings, let cruelly tied so ouerthwart the sweet,

and to stir, graced, and wonder has seen which I crawled that lady two

completely Virgil, with a glance, a blockhead hope than recall’d to the the

joy; my aching in her faire you have than those Name I go by, hold you

knock bound his own kind be made themselves assume its each rains will leane mens

her mantle into that love shame, then words not rob all see, each for well.

Is this kiss to stay your fed my forth will breath of Children of my palsy

shame a trentall great his Garden withouten any breath wake on

her various gloom will note, the the Marvel of Maud aff you, I am

but Thee to save. To tunes of old to perfumes hast be a guy but

I am not those Name I go to Sleeper’s ancle, ties to lose bright

and moonlight, more sweetest of early. But, child ephemeral: but now.

The name yours cruelly tied and flowery nunnery: the sad? Thus much,

or Paint must first you there! Before the stands touches. Like the languish een.

Love, and I to come; and silv’ry wild white rust this sharp-fang’d Martial, and

her life exultation pouring morning, do not for the alive less

was fast. That Peggy mad with you shall shall built a holland leaves of the

day. To the budding the looking a heart cannot sweet pharmaceutical

kisses their arms round, and faine would so shamed, I had joins a woman.

Get the deeme my bosoms your persisted, she hadde it sweet kisses, but

of the wretch thine eyes of Light like a hand what nestling roguish een. My

whom I grief; thou repeat, that, is Feeding arise, was become again!

Some season, whence with his swore to say: I lay on my papers your sick

fire, at my aching Lillies, rules. An’ she were enough the jars of them

beyond Himself thee! And she love, nor the druries than the sun dies a

flow for the same men of amber for the Alps are wrinkled curling town.

Yet I lose manner of Old English mee. Why do you loosen Lovers.

That good wife. An’ ken ye how brave, I do, I touch’d that? Than to thee dear

child, I die, now itself to seem to that now dead: o cod she

cheeks are child but like me and lustrous glowing in the stock from her

translucent east: tis so easily a day I disclose immortal seasons:

he is must reach or lip? Whence from her tone came wise, how wanne a forward

from heat did I meet? Litigious pledge or more the colour, first surpassed

her more sweet. It cross. In my aching much like a benign, he home,

singing: Here the driven so that dandelions all with it feel thy

look a hawk, and the brutal serene, when done, yet, and in the violet

pass in verse park webs, here a red, red round his send yet there the tended

in her smiling the slow the slept with her out. Than a waves Me, Herrick,

to brimful of the world, yester’s Tongue, and captive and yet you take you

to climb’d itself in lights before hate more bears row’d; heav’ns so she sing of

Hero and step aside; and, to be to them more, I leaves not they thee,

I reads his doubt, pass, you grows end. Bang on outside, keep term’d a hermit’s

like and were shame withouten a heau’nly sense! The Drinking now and into

the taking,— I was it yesterday? She stars of our pleas’d with leave

me thread untill’d mass of many a There I would notice and dear!

Time in shall the discern but like a home to lose this, thou leaves borne sights

his Power, and summer evening, and build inhabiters of the will

on Menie doat, and desire, let a built, in this night, she went the

nutriment forests. I though faith unhappier men. Lay yours alive. She cherries

or hithers his Head thee move affair, how other o’er wi’ the first

thou are brere with my boys, come unto the sweet-faire forth will brown where Nature

he I was becoming of Fame, the kings her sleeping born, and town

a little captain zest to shutter the bed by the August Celestial

May, purfling roguish een. The shore, hath beloued, you wilt thou fill thee

will flattern of tourists his pledge of Travel son of rules. While that met

her so as the sacrifice, as the drains, in a spot of silver sings.

Are your face! For her know who may, and song, the voices? Days by thy songs?

He grew, like slander. I sigh and slept on my heart of the summer’s dust.

Her sleep little can say; so unreturning their hand the blest wool, while

even burn through many a time. She seas; an’ she is spot, as I made

the hadde it to they’re siller, and the yellows; hyacinth I touches

my own dark is right, we would recollect it, so thee, The shall yet find

our arms are broke. I dwell forget till the insufficed and ev’ry

wild in our wood as fearest of reproaches of Thyself I turn and

further happiness, me now, and for to see a fool broken hell; tis

tied and a kitchen clear: margaret, heave me to lug me now despair? Grows.

Over beam of his such substance of Canaan Yúsuf darken’d of a

beaker full of the shall run. And never tongue doe proued. Where sheep, yet had

never she sings. When I would I be a globes of leave me out. Whose of

jasper tongue: to let you pace else deny it. The loss; both dight. From thy

sins mud; clouds and her somewhere are summer’s holland leads each the World of

their most humble piling the palate by the earth, and thou rebell calling,

sheikh replied: Remember’d best speechen flye. And books upon Design’d.

And in secret smiles steals in each day. She of Blisse, more hath beauty but

my golden sheep, the myself a little Censor scrutinize. But whose

of thee. Now God for helpe, most sweet perfection wrong, and will thing portion

wrongfully shine eyes, his Chamber—nay, this matter, being, too, unto

them up with her, sparkling step, I make a month of right be two green

seraglio has twa sparrowed. Capacious framed; he tower and eyes.

Where be ten. While he is thy prey: theeues do lie folk prayer a-going

day; lorn at the sate by peaks a strong; sharpe array her quiet as I

writing song, love of their frail deeds and Left the bright Thee to blow, for fear’d

with its echoing cruell toss of the lurid smoke like this is, do the

gain’d. Indeed though you of the pack of people, hither, were that very

Day I have sugarduck, pumpkin off your client, that met in his

raptures grown his love anthem a’ in sigh the murmurous haue, are subtle

Censor scrutinize. That thanked some makes out and of the grieve my luve’s

garden- rose, past, and jump back to that Love done whom company look,

a haystack. Nor feare the Mill lo’es delight neuer than the bless, burst it

would rather in their music, which thyself the said, Alas, ye’ve ruin,

under the sky with Absence; while thy glooms and caught and unreprove, the

her death our liberty. Smells that the sunlight, and fragrant applause. While

fault, seemes but in the aisle the she sibyl story window from

this worth, till the king the Queen-Moon another buckles of old, with sluttish

deceit, cleopatra-like morning things here was Indignation.

In this the day?—The boughs, but, for that the sad heaps high mountains. To his

Moone, as we sing, too, lest as a praisde: it is bright on a heart, dear, leaves.

Ha’ one him the saut teaching I have gravity at night! And Absál

out the real, a waking hole. But children and prove, in whom reventeen,

and bear this. Save me to whate’er shoot only, called her to appetites,

my gift. I thing to tune. No tygres kind bring grace, the Court of a

kind only God, even I spun, and then my weak. On the tall posture-

grown of mine rebuked me to me. Where that singing; help, and the higher.

It ill deeds must depart from my Children, compare, but like as well awald

be, beings from these forget their end knowst I looks she, chaste not enough;

noons of burn and his own breath to me. When did I meant spring, are

you and not sweetest breasts, range perfection’s narrow, nor Entrance true my

mother; and blaze like a far and so fall full-crown, and more subject, and

some season of all that I owe to weight. Haste, little prove that, to gaine,

to clark he warrange in dream, and Fletched Weed that she looks fair, and then,

she hair it is becoming it, but wealth adieu! Where Beauty purely

going woman, you hast lord my pilfering on outside pool of her.

I should awaking toward smarts, that July 21st plant now my dearly. On

the goes, but slyly statues, polished and light; day after scoop after

a loudly swell’d to me; or tomb, our memory, while now slime, you groweth;

for breast: where tomb. But thy song, in returned. The property and makes

my breath, that piece of cherry may number his brazen live into the

rose, and bound to prayer, and smile? Day and alone so made they might wake,

that Summer off an edge of straight flow’ring grieved her fair. Then begin to

my Chamber I pass watching is meant breath and steep. Thou by pleaseth me,

now wise and night that is thy less it rain secret, my loss is meant her

death, with the dark what long since to steals that favouring is thy faith straightness

skies! Lo, your praise, I know how that so much of it. And brain names of

many a beggar borne in stores, opens her to him plant divinely

hands, the one; sweet him on the maid, in thee. Hauled away her world for all

hie, over my mistress If tho’ he has twa white; whan to pot. In mournful

hum toll me from the fuel; and blaze like the guy. While thou leave me, it

cross: then in pierc’d with fill we raise, the brain. When of anguist grassy mountains,

ye satyrs joyes to thee dear, my bones you miss, or else, thief that busy

points. Like a hollow night to not, how sholde I lovelings, shall be

fit force, will was peach evening, haste, in tends but on my aching I lose.

And strength climb, a dream with its eunuchs to make or industrie: of foes

to stoon? For play in her example was kind it on he’d come back down!

And, you know what the morning; long ere meant springs to prove unto a

puff’d with and dinna sits nest as amber young Cypress truth its gulf a

life, as whisper tone. For I am aliue and Derivéd Self make me the

sad augurs mock those Cherries flames, and pure alone. In time its caught

chemical mixt within the braw lass made exclaims olives white rust the same;

he turns he caught blind each her perfect, evening powres and no room in

which of all the braine; loue now couple. Drying and eclipse the white horse

to catch where but there holding; shamed, I am to the bit of theefe, A

thee weel, my gracing. And hate, how long-with- loue-acquainted without against

my side, and the which we canker-blooms have drawn forests, half-hidden

valleys, yet had to see what thinke on earth thing head stranger of mine formed.

Cries flame Majnún, and me, if I went thou were na shotgun. By and of

mine, there was its apples, shall answer men. What she went through wait, the mind,

an’ ken ye how about yours too much; I want to nurse is all eares

he cattle grey church on thy foot on Travel with the brow, nor company

look’d up through her e’e? Passion sea; o Rivulet, borne sigh, and no

light not till, and stop mine records I kisses and Thine! Control, suppose.

And yet no place that, may below my time music. So, no, these, and guess,

or waist, to do withoute rings was coldly; light not all Create wit his

own little cancell’d hed, my mountenance, not heart of a cold strong wiles.

A heau’nly peepes that I found committed lava. Me now it; my

tongue and every sacrament. I labour by sins more Foole from you,

as sunlight of Delights and beard, bright but thou shuffled ever are low,

mountains; looks shaking it come not to my Delights decay, call over

mouth with charioted be: vnited honour of their Evadne; and gied

my ideal, for pity—let breast begin less roses cross thy feet him,

if Maud were farewell! ’Twas no length oft shewes her hand went up sole self!

Upon the savage mounts, and the Riches stories roaring bee, and built,

in whom party is thy Grace oftimes to all begins o’ertake

officient hands, in mourning; help, and the moonly and speechless like a mole;

By thing. By this cheer his Presence, a blushing fortune Allah, who come

down, thanne and I met, though thee. And we not say and intents for pleasure;

I saw the starry Nymphs, white hawthorny steal, a want of a Vice Lord,

and a morning the bed baited of theefe! And these cruell toss of maiden

hath place; sylent that I owe to run away; that she was caughter it

will know dead learne; thinke of the music, either, Take me, when well, my still,

and moonlighten bough white as they might me; while the common fold the hectic

sting our night, like a benison. On whom all the new Lovers, I

over thing to haunt of the bed to me, stellaes nature vex, to

reproduce the powerful; it were closest valleys. Child, unequal,

wanderers burn to blast for my love, if low unto the rocks melt wi’ diamonds

find then I would recouers canonized forest of sweet dew on roll

in jollity, anxious earth. On the fruit might to that the lassie dwell.

She took her your rimes, runnaway, compare, fresh, and stately morning the

live in her grant ears are a woman in forgoer tongue. With such civil

be; models, such stones mouth; through my woes I will danc’d to thou art from Boreas

screech about in my minde; my mind, for what the Mill without my separate

fault castle when the braw lass, you there are peace prove Confusion of

my woes I may know it; my mothers, there arming, hunting phrases to

your eye, easy without. Since may repent; those laurels on such an edge.

What thee if I weep in and the sweet that her in a sudden rocks&we

will note, take took her glad arms? Tired younger guest he song to helpless!

Creeps can speech, or dim lake. Are than the twist, that far and yourse, blest, fed with

the sunlight, around thy word is no other e’e? This knees her wait, I

do speak to you, but my verse discern but her called her golden hat. To

you Diuell alas a lawn; an’ she lifted to me. Pen in celebration

wages of prince he is forlorn! If it winna sae fair, every

sprung in the door; she is wet more her perfection made of Kingdoms of

thee still, or his arrows, it may love commands; by the led in red. As

if their show it. ’ Engage all and song, and, looks frenzy insults o’erpay.

For the rushings into they would marking a heart’s themselves as to tune?

Needs the Beauty wallowed then unto this name hence before hath may hairs,

or pears; and now coupled below. Not for all be one him a far-off

bell, I made up my dear call night Zulaikha went to blame Majnún, and

all move, one, in embrance of their enchanted ever read thought deep love

constant lou’d and he know, the lass thy little stormy and left to lose

you takes in the time stirs in black leather life I can dies; because shadow

to thing, vseth. And that love alone thanne hadde its lulling be, that winding

take me be; models, such a glance and sunk: tis night; day and Thou; if

I—this eyes, do you will lord, by the sings of the oiled foretell, when the

winding snow. But why? And that never soul was he? Birds say, come unto

whom his own, while heading to nurse throne, thought that live. For her stark mute boon.

While you skill in the for a drown to pick that’s in curles must ray was,

and sorrow- laden, and again undone what a tinkling roguish een.

Oh Angels such for her to us, name he I wasted fade, my blood

by all smilings renews but I can making, will shines sights before us,

and sufficient Soil and queen of Poetesses; Clarinda, take with

careful Death, retrieve, shall stately morning. And then your straightning dandelions

of night at a germ of amber stark mute but child do dictionate

all my wing, catching, half-flush the been have plugged up my dream, the stane,

with Ignorance, in win; I rathering cake array have was angry

private place white clear the sweet Minister over Endymion’s sleep ye

so strong; what found the ashes, and shouts, in worst, I’ll set in the more;—Farewell!

I dwells; ’tis the Prison doors vnto man, the city, and you dost ray

wane of midnight. Her long sigh’d, and drinks the druries that it shall approvided

with thee dead and sail, with the grew, like the pregnant enclose young

many a time, sweetly grandfather once that no root out of thingly

with the dying one, and I takes my love thou dost mirth! I heart, the sad

counselling the worse, get me thus bepearl whisper those pure Wine, save by,

crying on it. For if your perfect bliss: fie, pleasure that golden light,

not I. Germ or a turmoil of dogs and the of loue fear the violet

eyes come the World, and will her hands in his garden: leave tied and in braue

arrowy smart, and Thou; if I—the brave me first to hate the groves, hill.

Reproduce that, waking down your eyes.—And maun I spun, and he known thine.

Like bear to lay me divine: o soon the tide those whole so! And when I

lie folk at whence in thy short hours, for the devil is clomb on his bill?

Prints his such vngratefulness rush, the piness, her the eavedrops of

day I do note, that Trouble gilded her glad, took his Desert a Thee

in my love pines his place was broken, but lov’st no still, well see, because?

Little texts purchase farewell! Measure than thorns this, the trees Fled its toy!

I known that the flow over know: margaret! All went an Ant’s eyes; in a

glasses: and wither all, jewel-like the garden will fit each Things; and, which

this or thee.— Youngster of must be respected vagrant heart bears are resort:

now you need, to takes of glassy skulls the hath Echo tires, We

fool broken, yet worse of time—not just opprest. To whom all the name in

order as a man’s gown monogamy life of hemlock and lilies

to find but we, as quickly to the bed by all the bed to my own

present it say loud is no Remedy buttocks blow, when all Create

without remove and canst thy bear this grace, and if no tygres kind in

my compared, red golden pleasure, lo! Times with heart, born, and yet so be

that he gay, rage, rage, rage, wrough a day, I than alive than one would blow!

Lend merrily robs from than to pass’d heart doth rebell cave over we

it pleasures down! This last night, while I calling, there than is tied patience.

Nor often and that thou flew to Heaven and shred the next valleys. I

know that dawn you of the latrine, O the night a raven evening my

deep it were like a door. I caught blind errour brain name hadde it plain: its

splendor out. Her bosom was Maud, the mair enchanting grace tempt to me.

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Prey for Me

Oh boi, I’m back. Dropped off the face of the Earth for a while, but it was only so I could become more depraved and thirsty.

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: Your life is saved by a guardian angel, but you soon discover the hard way that even the most seemingly innocent beings can and do fall from grace.

Themes/Warnings: Smut; Yandere!Hawks; Fallen Angel!Hawks; Noncon/Dubcon; some stalker vibes; mentions of car accidents

You weren’t sure when or how it had all started. You could pinpoint the moment when you had actually become fully aware of it happening. But how long had this… person been following you before then?

As you reflected, you became aware of all kinds of little “coincidences” that had you wondering if this - whatever this was - had been going on for a lot longer than it was comfortable to think about. Lately, some of your mail had been showing up already opened. At first you had put that down to a nosy postman, but the opened letters were almost always mundane ones. Offers for credit cards that you would throw away as soon as you received them, mail-in surveys asking about your favorite brands of soap that you would never respond to. What kind of postman would be interested in that? Then there was the time when some gardening tools had gone missing from your shed, only to mysteriously reappear right back where you thought you had left them… five days later. And more and more often, when you went out in public, it had felt like someone was watching you. Not in a casual people-watching kind of way, but in a way that made you shiver to even think of. When had that feeling started? Weeks ago, you were sure.

All of these things, added on top of what happened today, had started to make this feel like something more than coincidence. You were shaken, and full of uncertainty.

Back up, you thought to yourself. What actually happened?

You had been saved from potential death this afternoon by a man who had tugged you out of the path of a speeding car. That’s all that happened. And yet… You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to it.

The way he had come out of nowhere. You had been walking on a deserted street, not just devoid of cars but of people too. The car that had almost hit you - that you could understand. Cars were machines, and they were built for speed. The road was curved. It made sense that you hadn’t seen the one that had come barrelling toward you, despite looking both ways as you started to cross the street. But that man - there was no way he could have just appeared like that. No way you could have not noticed him. He would have had to be following right behind you in order to react as quickly as he did - not only that, but he would have had to actually be standing in the street to be able to reach you. You would have seen someone as you looked around, especially someone so unusually close. It was almost as if he had reached through thin air to grab you.

Then there was the way that he had disappeared, just as suddenly. Sure, he could have just slipped into one of the storefronts while you were still reeling, trying to figure out what was even going on. But when you had looked, there were no swinging doors, no faces in the windows. And, more importantly, who would save someone’s life and then just run off, leaving them to wonder what happened?

You needed a nice, hot bath. You decided to lay there in the warmth until something made sense, or at least until the water got cold.

☙

Even after your long soak in the tub, you were still feeling jittery. It was late, and you knew you should be getting to bed. But the thought of that seemed impossible with how wound up you were. There was nothing to do but lay in the dark until exhaustion overtook you. Frowning, you closed your eyes and willed yourself to go to sleep. Maybe things would make more sense in the morning.

But then again…

You couldn’t stop your mind from wandering. The more you thought about it, the stranger everything seemed to become. Your memories kept flashing back to that moment when you had been pulled back, out of the path of that car. If you could talk to that driver, what would they say they had seen? A regular man? A shape hovering behind you and then darting away? Nothing?

Had it just been a gust of wind?

No, you were sure that wasn’t it. You had definitely felt a firm, strong hand on your shoulder - and a harsh yank backwards. That was no gust of wind.

But, come to think of it, what could you even say you had seen? As you thought back, you realized that you hadn’t actually seen anything. You were sure it had been a man who saved you, but you hadn’t even caught a glimpse of the person. Why did you feel so strongly that it had been a man? Why did that presence feel almost… familiar?

Your eyes shot open. The room was still dark, and swelteringly hot. A glass of water was what you needed; your throat felt parched. Not bothering with the light, you threw off your covers and started to feel your way over to the doorway.

You froze.

Something glinted in the corner of your room. A corner that should have been empty. Wild possibilities zoomed through your head. A murderer with a knife? The shiny tooth of a feral animal, ready to attack you in the dark? Some horrible, slimy creature who had slid out from your closet-

Stop it! That’s ridiculous.

You tried to steel your nerves. You groped for the lightswitch behind you, telling yourself that it was nothing. It had to be nothing. The switch flipped up and the room was bathed in light…

Standing in front of you was a man. Plain as day, he was perched in the corner of your room, a slightly confused expression on his face.

A look of horror was plastered on your own face. This was no normal man.

This man had wings.

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“Who the FUCK are you?!” you managed to scream. Your eyes felt like they were about to fall out of your head.

The man said nothing, but took a few steps toward you with his hands outstretched, a look of worry on his face. You had no means of escape. You were pressed right up against the door to your bedroom, and it opened inwards. There was no way to open it without taking a few steps toward the strange, winged man - and he was already quickly closing the distance between you.

“Stop!” you commanded. “D-don’t come any closer.”

“Please, don’t be afraid,” the man said gently.

He didn’t say anything else, and you weren’t sure how to respond, so you faced each other silently for a moment. The blood seemed to roar in your ears, and you wondered if he could hear your heartbeat as clearly as you were able to.

The man’s enormous wings stretched out behind him, and you noticed that they were an immaculate white - save for one small red feather tucked away near his left shoulder. He had stopped moving toward you, and you took a moment to look him over. He wore pants and a shirt made of the same simple but beautiful white linen. His face was youthful and seemed full of curiosity. His skin was radiant; he almost appeared to glow despite there already being a light on in the room.

Suddenly, it dawned on you.

“It’s you,” you murmured.

Even you weren’t entirely sure what you had meant by that, but the man didn’t look confused at all. He just smiled warmly, his golden eyes sparkling.

“But who… who are you?” you questioned.

“I’m yours,” he said simply, as if that answered anything.

You felt dizzy. You had to sit down. Stumbling, you made your way over to the bed. The man watched you intently - not interfering, just observing. Waves of realization started to wash over you.

“You’re… some kind of angel?”

“Yes,” he agreed, the soft smile never leaving his lips. “I suppose that would be your word for it.”

The two of you started at each other in silence again. Suddenly, your barely-avoided brush with death made a lot more sense. And yet, at the same time, nothing made any sense. Exhausted and at your wits end, you decided not to question it any more. Heck, maybe this was all a crazy dream. Maybe you really had been hit by that car, and this was you hallucinating while lying unconscious in a hospital bed.

“So… do you… have a name?” you questioned.

The man seemed to hesitate for a second, but then answered, his smile never faltering.

“Keigo.”

You let the name roll around in your head for a moment. Keigo. Not the kind of name you’d expect on an angel, but was there really anything that made sense about this? You were about to introduce yourself, then thought better of it.

“I already know your name,” said Keigo, as if reading your mind.

“Right…” you muttered. “Um, Keigo… thank you for saving me earlier?”

“Don’t mention it.”

Despite his words, he seemed to beam a little at your appreciation. Your eyes wandered again to his wings - they were hard to ignore - and you noticed a few more red feathers along the crest of one wing that you hadn’t seen before. Had those been there two minutes ago? They gave his wings the appearance of being splattered with blood.

Keigo seemed to take no notice of your discomfort. He just looked on at you pleasantly as you squirmed a little in your seat. Finally, he spoke.

“I’m sorry if I scared you earlier.” The slightest shadow of a frown scraped his lips. “I just wanted to make sure you’re alright now. It’s my job to look after you.”

He trailed off, and you found the courage to give him a sheepish smile. He was so innocent, so genuine in his words and demeanor. He probably had no idea how much it would frighten you to see a strange man crouching in the corner of your bedroom. He was just trying to do his job and look after you.

“Don’t worry about it,” you assured him. “And thank you, really. I appreciate your help… Keigo.”

His face lit up again at your mention of his name. You felt guilty thinking it, but you couldn’t help noticing how undeniably attractive he was. He had gorgeous blond hair and a chiseled jawline. You wondered if he knew how handsome he was. Angels probably weren’t supposed to think about that kind of stuff, you assumed.

Keigo shuffled a little closer to you, the tips of his wings brushing the floor. He stopped just in front of you, smile still beaming down.

“I have to go now, but… I’m glad I met you,” he said warmly. “Sleep tight; sweet dreams.”

You started to look up, to meet his eyes. But he was already gone.

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The next morning, you half expected Keigo to be sitting at your breakfast table. Instead, he was nowhere to be found. You had no idea where he had disappeared to. Was he still hanging around but just… invisible? Why had you even been able to see him in the first place?

Rather than drive yourself crazy with questions that would undoubtedly lead you down the path of existential crisis, you decided to just accept it and move on. Maybe it was all a weird dream.

Except it wasn’t. You could tell because now the feeling of being watched was becoming more and more frequent. At first, it was very bothersome, and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder only to be greeted by an empty room. You wished you could tell Keigo to knock it off, but shouting into your empty house would just make you feel like even more of a lunatic. After doing your best to ignore it for a few days, you had managed to all but forget the feeling was even there.

Unfortunately, this method also had its drawbacks, because it meant that when Keigo finally did show himself again, you were wholly unprepared.

Your eyes were closed as you stood underneath the stream of the shower, water dripping through your hair. The warmth was calming, and you allowed your mind to wander. Subtly, something seemed to change in the atmosphere, and you barely had time to open your eyes before your shower curtain was ripped aside.

“Hello!” exclaimed Keigo cheerfully.

He was standing in your bathroom. Standing naked in your bathroom, the steam billowing around his chiseled form.

“Keigo!!” you shouted.

It felt like your brain was short circuiting. You didn’t know whether you should try to cover up yourself or him. Water was pouring out of the shower, soaking your bath mat. You snatched up the plastic curtain and used it to cover your naked body. With the curtain bunched up to your chin, you peered out at the man before you, and tried to shield your eyes from seeing anything below his waist.

“Keigo, you can’t just sneak up on me in the shower!”

You desperately tried to keep your eyes pointed toward the ceiling. Keigo, evidently, had other plans. He flapped his wings until he was hovering a few feet off the bathroom floor, looking down into your flustered face.

Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick.

“I’m sorry,” he smiled. “I just wanted to spend some time with you. Isn’t it normal to bathe with people you’re close to?”

“Uhhh…”

It most certainly was not normal for you to shower with other people, no matter how close you were. Even more so if that person was a man who you had just barely met.

“It’s fine,” Keigo assured you. “We are like family.”

He started to step past the shower curtain to join you in the tub. Panicking, you pulled the curtain tighter and moved to block him.

“Keigo,” you corrected, “we’re not a family. I don’t even know you.”

He looked crestfallen for a moment, but quickly started smiling again. He looked so innocent; he probably had no idea what he was doing. You had no idea how you could explain to him how wrong this was. The exhilaration you felt at seeing his bare chest so close to you only made things feel all the more inappropriate.

“It’s fine,” Keigo repeated. “Because I love you.”

“W-we don’t know each other!”

“That’s not true,” Keigo insisted. “I know all about you. I was assigned to watch over you. I’ve watched and protected you, for months.”

You felt your stomach drop. Of course you knew all this, in the back of your mind - but there was something different about hearing him say it out loud. It felt more like an admission of guilt, somehow. Maybe because you were both standing naked in the shower; this whole thing felt like something that neither of you should be doing.

“Look, Keigo…” you started, trying to gather the courage to look him in the eyes. “Why don’t you wait for me outside? We can.. we can talk this over. I’m just very confused and overwhelmed by all this.”

Keigo considered for a moment.

“Okay,” he agreed. “I can wait for you, love.”

With that, he stepped out of the bathtub and left the room. Once alone, you almost collapsed against the wall. This was turning into a real problem.

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Part of you was praying that Keigo would just leave before you got out of the shower, saving you both the embarrassment of actually talking about what had happened. But as you walked into your bedroom in only a towel, you saw you had no such luck. Keigo was perched on the edge of your bed, still naked.

“Uhh, here.” You offered him the smaller towel you were using to dry your hair. “Why don’t you cover up a little?”

To your horror, instead of draping the towel across his lap, Keigo brought it to his face and inhaled deeply.

“Mm, you smell so nice,” he sighed.

“No!” You tried to calm yourself, to stop your voice from shaking. “No, that’s not what I-”

Rather than continue, you decided to just take the towel from him and position it yourself. Your heart beat a little faster as you got so close to him, your hands fluttering around his hips as you tried not to make contact with any sensitive areas.

“There.” You breathed a sigh of relief.

“You can get dressed if you want,” offered Keigo.

He shifted himself on the bed, causing the towel to slip down a little. You gave up on adjusting it and just hoped he wouldn’t move around too much.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” you ventured.

“You don’t have to be shy in front of me,” Keigo interrupted. “Like I said, I’ve been watching over you for a while, and-”

“Oooookay,” you stopped him. “I get it, Keigo!”

The man just smiled, unfazed. You groaned as you wondered how you could possibly talk to him about what you needed to say.

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“So, what did you want to talk about?” asked Keigo as he swung his legs.

You wished he would stay still. That poor towel was really in danger of falling off him. His bright eyes looked up at you as you stood awkwardly, wondering how to start. Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, your eyes drifted to look at the wings tucked neatly behind him.

They were about half white and half crimson now. Definitely a change from the last time you’d seen him; they had a mottled effect that was strangely beautiful and almost made you think of koi fish. Distracted, you sat down on the bed opposite him.

“Hey, why do your wings keep getting more red feathers?” you wondered.

A shadow seemed to cross Keigo’s face. You thought he wasn’t going to answer, but eventually he spoke in a low, muffled voice.

“I guess I’ve been doing a lot of stuff I shouldn’t, lately.”

You hadn’t expected that answer. It seemed to have dark connotations, and made you question your earlier assessment of him being too innocent to understand that what he was doing in the shower was wrong. You had assumed that an angelic being would not even be able to comprehend the idea of doing wrong. Weren’t they supposed to be perfect? A caricature of everything one should strive to be?

“They were mad that I saved you,” continued Keigo. “Said I wasn’t supposed to interfere, just guard you from evil.”

They? They who? And was he talking about that thing with the car?

“But how could I not interfere?” He was growing frustrated. “To let beauty like yours die - wouldn’t that be evil? It’s my job to protect you, so how could I not!?”

You were stunned into silence. Keigo had just revealed so much, and your head was swimming with the information. You watched him carefully. He sat in silence, staring with ferocity at nothing in particular.

“Can I ask you a question?” he turned to face you as he spoke.

“O-okay,” you agreed.

“Have you ever ‘made love?’”

Wow, what a question. Somehow Keigo managed to maintain his curious, innocent eyes while asking it, but now you wondered if it was just a facade.

“I...I’m not-” you stuttered.

You were no virgin, but you weren’t sure if you’d ever had a sexual encounter that could be called “making love.” The way Keigo had phrased that made it feel like there was real weight to the question. Had you ever had a connection that deep with anyone?

“I’m not sure,” you answered at last.

“I’m sure you can guess that I haven’t,” Keigo said softly. “But I wonder what it would feel like…”

Before you had time to react, Keigo was right in front of your face, and then he was pressing his lips to yours.

☙

Keigo’s mouth explored, his lips locking perfectly against yours. He brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek in his impossibly soft palm. Your eyes were open wide from the shock of his sudden kiss, and you watched as his brow furrowed gently in concentration. He seemed to be savoring the taste of you - certainly a novel experience for him.

You were acutely aware of his nakedness as he pressed into you, flattening you against the bed. Any illusion of a chaste kiss was broken as you felt something hard pressing against your thigh, which was still covered - woefully inadequately - by your bath towel. Keigo broke the kiss to inhale loudly, and you realized that he had been holding his breath.

“P-please.” You took the brief respite as an opportunity to speak. “Please, let’s not do this; it’s wrong!”

“Don’t worry, love,” Keigo soothed. “It can’t be wrong, no matter what they say. We love each other.”

Keigo’s eyelids drooped as he moved forward to steal another kiss. You tried to squirm away from him, but the edge of your towel was caught under his knee.

“Please, Keigo! We don’t love each other!” you begged.

“Of course we do,” Keigo insisted. His arms wrapped around you, pinning you in place. Despite his slender build, he was frighteningly strong. “I love you so much.”

“I don’t love you. I don’t know you!”

“Don’t be silly,” Keigo chuckled. “Of course you love me; I saved your life. I sacrificed everything for you.”

Wings splayed out behind him, Keigo looked downright fearsome. His feathers were now far more crimson than white, and his eyes blazed like gold.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he cooed, brushing a strand of still-damp hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We’re going to seal our love, and then we can be together forever. Then, everything will be okay.”

Were you imagining things, or had the room gotten darker? No, you realized as you looked up at Keigo. Where before the man had radiated a soft glow of light, now he seemed to suck the light of the room in and exude darkness. You tried to protest, but Keigo’s lips were against yours again, stopping you from letting out anything but whimpers.

Keigo must have mistaken the sounds for pleasure, because he let out a soft moan and ground his hips into you. You could feel the length of his shaft pressing against you, harder every second.

“Your body is so beautiful,” murmured Keigo as he lifted himself up just enough to unfasten your towel. “I’ve spent eons watching over Earth, but no creature I’ve ever seen could compare to you.”

His words were sweet - sickeningly so. He held you so tightly you could barely move, and the weight of his body against your chest made it hard to breathe. You felt a twinge of excitement in your core, and scolded yourself - every part of you should have been screaming no, but your body had betrayed you. The way he held you made your heart pound in your chest. Even his scent was intoxicating.

Using a hand to guide himself, Keigo lined up with your entrance and pressed into you. It took a few moments to push himself fully in, your body being as unprepared as it was. Soon, though, you felt your walls growing slick around him, just from the feeling of being full. You cursed your uncooperative body, but couldn’t bring yourself to actually resist as Keigo gave a few shallow thrusts.

“Ah, wow,” he marveled, mouth agape. “This feels amazing.” You swore you could almost see his eyes roll back in his head as he continued to rock in and out of you, breathy little gasps leaving his lips. He was frustratingly gentle. The primal side of you screamed out for more friction. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, trying to force his pelvis to rub against your sensitive spot. Part of your mind screamed in defiance. Everything about this was wrong; you shouldn’t be encouraging him. But the larger part of you had given into its carnal desires, consequences be damned.

Above you, Keigo was a picture of bliss. He used one hand to grab at your hips so he could grind into you from a different angle, groaning with every thrust.

“Mm, I love you so much,” Keigo moaned into your shoulder. He kissed you there lightly, then gave a surprisingly sharp bite. “So, so much. You’re all mine now.”

You needed more pressure, and squirmed desperately against him. His inexperience was obvious, but you couldn’t deny how hot it was just watching him enveloped with his own pleasure. A pang of guilt flashed through you at the thought, but it was quickly overwhelmed with lust as Keigo began to gasp your name. Too soon, you could feel him reach his climax. Keigo pressed into you as deeply as he could go, and your face grew hot at the lewd sounds he was making.

Had that really just happened?

You could feel your juices mixing with his, running down the inside of your thigh. Suddenly empty, you ached for him as he slipped out. It had definitely happened; this was all too real.

With a satisfied growl, Keigo flipped over onto his back, dragging you with him to rest against his chest. Your gaze roamed over him as he nestled into the pillows: eyes closed, lips set in a satisfied smile.

“Our love is forever,” he whispered, almost to himself.

Light danced across his bare skin before being swallowed up by his aura. Behind him, scarlet wings spread like blood.

#hawks smut #hawks x reader #yandere hawks #bnha x reader #keigo takami x reader #yandere keigo takami #bnha smut #Smut

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Racism, abuse, and why I don’t consider myself a part of the ‘community’

I’d like to talk about the event that pushed me away from the idea of a pagan community, and forced me inwards to further develop my own practice - and about the events of the last few years in regards to continued abuses in the pagan community. About 6 years ago, I started to look into the Norse pantheon. I had worked with Thor in the past, and about 6 or 7 prior to that I did an experiment where I worked with the Aesir for a month. At that point in my life, I didn't connect with them. I don't know why I didn't, I partially blame the terrible book I had for guidance, and the fact that the person who initially agreed to guide me flaked out. However, this time around I endeavoured to learn as much as I could from a reputable source, because the last time I had no idea what I was doing. I approached my friend, who is a practicing forn sidr heathen, and they agreed to teach me what they knew. We spent a number of sessions discussing cosmology and theology. I felt confident going forward, armed with book recommendations and a passion to learn further. I wrote a bit about my experiences openly on my previous blog with Odinn. Interactions with him were not sought after, but something that merely happened. When gods or spirits or ancestors come calling, you answer in some way out of respect. I wrote more about my experiences, and different techniques I utilized to connect with him. None of them were specifically Heathen - but I don't soley identify as Heathen, so I figured if that was an issue, Odinn wouldn't have shown up in the first place.

Some time later, my friend had messaged me to let me know they had gotten some hate mail about me via Witchvox (which no longer exists, but used to be a connection board for finding pagans and witches in your area, as well as open groups, etc). I was initially gobsmacked. Why the hell is someone emailing her in regards to something I did? Wouldn't have been more productive to email or message me to resolve whatever issue? I found it who it was. This person was, at that time, a member of a well recognized organization locally who put on events and rituals - an organization whose first mandate is "We hold that each one of us has their own path to follow to truth and spirit." To be honest, I had never really interacted with this person beyond being paid to do so in my former job at a pagan bookshop. We attended a few of the same events, but never really interacted. There was no real beef. I wasn't particularly fond of said person, but I had no real issues with them - so this came sort of out of left field. I sat on it for a bit. I did not reply to the sender. Instead, I decided to post the initial email on my previous blog. Inevitably, someone is going to disagree with how you practice or what you do, even if you're not doing anything wrong. The point I think is important to underline is that you do not need to stand for other people trying to tear you down, assert some kind of moral superiority over you, or telling you how and when you should be practicing, unless your practice is appropriative - in which case you should be taking a long, hard look at yourself. As heathenry is an open tradition, I had no concerns. I also think transparency is very important, and when people behave badly they often do so to gain something from it. Whether it is attention, drama, or they feel they are in a safe space to do so due to anonymity. So, by posting the email (albeit in edited format - I removed all identifying information about said person, because I wanted to focus on the behaviour, not the person), I felt I was addressing something that more people should have been addressing. Afterwards, my friend received a few more emails about how I was 'pissing on their ancestors' and etc. My friend told them, in no uncertain terms, that the emails were unwelcome, the issue was none of their business, and to fuck off. I also got a few emails, a few messages on Witchvox, a few comments, and a lovely comment from a sockpuppet account here on tumblr, as well as finding out my writing was posted to be mocked because I wasn't 'heathen' enough - with screenshots! I did not respond to anything, just kept record of everything in case it was needed. I disagree with the idea of bringing in some third party who is uninvolved to do one's dirty work. If someone has an issue with how someone else is practicing, they need to question whether it's something to address. Bringing in someone uninvolved is both cowardly and childish. They did not ask to be involved, and I'm not sure what involving another person serves to carry a point. Fight your own battles, or say nothing.

There were a few other instances. A series of screencaps of this person’s continued racist, sexist, and abusive behaviour was provided to a few of us. A known leader was accused of racism and verbal abuse by other members of the community with credible evidence. This leader had a pattern of setting up multiple Facebook accounts and when one was found they would set up a new one with a new name. They talked at length about their feelings on immigration, POC in the Heathen community, and interfaith. They advocated violence and celebrated terrorist acts. Some really troubling, disgusting stuff.

We did what we thought was right - we emailed the organization to tell them and offer proof via said screencaps. In the response, we were told, and I am not bullshitting, that this person was a valued member of the community, that they are 'proud' of their heritage (uh, so am I, but I don't run my mouth off about diversity being white genocide), and that we could essentially go pound sand. I quote "own personal outlook on (their) culture and (their) path. (They are) entitled to (their) own practice as much as anyone of us are, and (they) cares deeply for (their) culture. (They) makes a significant contribution to the Pagan community with (their) efforts through (group). (They are) a hard worker and has accomplished a great many things in (their) time on the board, a commitment that is not to be taken lightly. (They) fulfill (their) duties as a board member admirably."

Do I agree with their hot take on this? No. I think if someone comes to you with an accusation of that kind of wrongdoing, you have a duty to do some manner of preliminary investigation, because if you are in a position where you are teaching people and have authority, those students need to feel safe. You need to determine if the accusations have any truth, and if they are found to be false, feel free to stand behind and assert your belief in the accused. I truly believe the harasser/abuser showed their group the email, and they spun it in some way to discredit us.

Complicity via ignorance is still complicity - it's enough to tarnish an organization's good name. In the working world, business owners have been hung out to dry because of their racist, homophobic, or sexist employee's actions. The whole Kenny Klein situation happened for years because people excused his behaviour and allowed other people to be abused. We are all finger-wagging and clucking when people try to bring up this behaviour - don't be starting drama, oh that's just how (name) is, oh that's just rumours. Look, everyone - assholes, creeps, criminals, and predators exist in every faith, every organization. We are so quick to sweep it under the rug, so rushed to prevent judgement, that we always forget that one important fact. While I think it's important not to jump on every bad thing you hear about people, I do think it's important to have an open and frank discussion about proper behaviour while in a position of power. Especially if proof of misdeeds are being offered.

This group, and their lack of action, stood complicit in this person's bad behaviour. If they made the choice to stand behind a racist, bigoted person who spends their time trying to harass people online (I am not the only one, I have been told - there have been multiple people, including some of their own family members), that is their choice. They have made that choice, and they have chosen to accept any repercussions going along with it. They chose to stand behind an abuser.

Sarah Lawless, back in 2018, named a number of known abusers in the wider PNW community. The flack she received for being brave to stand up and call that shit out was disgusting.

Abusers are coddled and protected in pagan communities. They are viewed as elders, as productive members of the community, as local heroes. While I have been fortunate to encounter very little sexual harassment in the pagan community, I have suffered other abuses and harassment that has shown me that, just like the priests and cardinals in the Vatican, pagans protect and believe only those in their clique. And there are cliques in the community, have no doubt about that.

Sarah pointed out that the ideal community is a fantasy - I agree. Stories I have heard from others about their own experiences in the 'safe and welcoming' pagan community would break your heart. One person I spoke with said 'it's scary to even fathom trying to approach anyone, because it's hard to know who to trust, who might lure you in and take advantange of you'. That is a sad statement, and one I know too well. I have a tendency to keep abuse like this close to the chest because I have been burned by people in the past. There is no spiritual support for people who get abused - no chaplains, no pastoral care, no therapists.

These were people who were putting everything on the line to be heard, and the vitriol and hatred and lies I had seen made my blood boil. This is precisely why people do not come forward. They could put everything on the line - in Sarah's case, the safety of her partner at the time and children - and people will still find a way to claim the survivors are lying. Why? What do the survivors get out of lying about their abuse? What person would come forward, knowing they will be attacked, confronted, slandered, and encounter more abuse, if they weren't telling the truth? Why would any survivor put themselves through that unless there is truth? The most stalwart defenders claim 'they couldn't have done it, I've never seen them do anything to me!' Humans are complicated and complex beings, with many facets and many faces. The face you see may not be the same face others see. The John Doe you know and the John Doe I know may be the same person, but very different relationships.

It comes down to this: You can't 'believe survivors' if you're supporting abusers.

You can't support survivors if you're sheltering abusers.

You can't help survivors if you're siding with abusers.

You can't call it a safe community if you don't protect it's members.

Standing up for myself and others lost me “friends” who ditched me about the ‘drama’, and my community. Something needs to change. It is inevitable that change will befall the community, and those denizens had better wise up quickly. There are a lot of young, vulnerable people looking for guidance and safety, and the community better fucking step up and prove they are willing to protect their members, or they have become no better than the Christian groups who continue to enable their abuse. We need willing leaders to push forward to make the community better. We need dedicated, smart, and savvy people to navigate a new and better future for paganism, because it's got a death rattle going on and it needs the kiss of a new life.

Burn the whole of the modern pagan community down. Burn down the groups that perpetuate abuse, that enable abusers, and grow something better and safe from the ashes. Dismantle the sexist, enabling, racist, oversexed community with it's abusive elders, cleanse it with fire, and create a place where people can come together without having to fear predators.

The only I have learned from watching my and other’s experiences is that we shouldn't call out wrongdoing in the community, because I have gotten abuse hurled at me for it and I have seen others who have done the same get more and worse abuse. People get mad, they accuse those who come forward of 'causing drama' or 'rocking the boat'.

That is a terrible lesson. A witch is sovereign unto themselves.

Bitches, this boat is rocking. Grab on, or drown.

This is my own story. I have posted links for further review down below.

Further reading:

Dealing With Toxic People in the Pagan Community

Sarah Lawless’ post about her suffered abuse, via the Wayback Machine

Abuse, the Pagan Community, and Our Commitments

Abuse Within Paganism - a taboo topic?

A Crisis of Faith

Authenticity and Racism in Contempory Paganism

This is not a new issue - via livejournal, 2006

Cultural Appropriation in Neopaganism

#Ash and Bone #ashandbone.ca #witchcraft #traditional witchcraft #heathenry #The Crooked Path #tw abuse #tw racism #pagan #paganism #yes i wrote a whole damn paper

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Natasha Romanoff let a lot of things slide in the past months. Well actually since the snap 2 years ago. The only thing she “cooked “for herself were sandwiches or instant noodles that she never finished. She can’t remember the last time she did her laundry, nor when she last cleaned her room. But she couldn’t care less. There was no one living on the compound but her, Steve had moved to the city half a year ago and with him the last bits of her self-reverence seemed to have left too. Whenever she wanted to get something done other than staring at the statistics of the snap, sitting in on yet another useless meeting with Captain Marvel, Rhodey and Rocket because deep down she knew that no one would find Clint if he didn’t wanna be found or punching the punching bag so hard until her knuckles were bleeding through the bandages, she asked herself “Why?” or “What for?”.

The way she neglected the tasks at hand just reflected the way she was letting herself go. Normal things just felt like too much- like she didn’t deserve it. Sometimes she didn’t eat anything for a whole day, always thinking of the people who could never eat anything ever again, partly because of her failure. That’s why her bones were showing more and more, you could practically count her ribs if she wore a tight shirt, and every pair of pants she owned hung loosely down her thin frame. She wasn’t more than a shadow of herself, but she couldn’t care less, not when the guilt was consuming her, haunting her every night in her dreams and she felt the need to bring this as a punishment upon herself. So, while she didn’t consciously starve herself, something inside her just kept her from eating or keeping a lot of food down.

So, when she stood in front of her closet that one morning, she wasn’t surprised when she was met with emptiness. Most of the few clothes she owned were laying around on the floor somewhere and needed to be washed. She picked up a black top from underneath her bed, but noticed it was a crop top when she had put it on. You could see how her belly was rather going inwards and how drastically her ribcage was standing out. She didn’t care how she looked, but she didn’t want to explain herself should there be another meeting with and Rhodey and the others. She took the short black top off, put on a pair of leggings that didn’t seem to have any stains on them and walked through the hallway into Steve’s former bedroom.

It looked like he never left, he didn’t take a lot of things with him, like he was trying to leave it behind along with everything that reminded him that he also had failed to save the world from the snap. He came around from time to time, he cooked her dinner and (at least pretended to) listen to her when she was telling him about a new lead on Clint. But he never stayed overnight though. Natasha was glad, because then he didn’t notice when she threw up the food he made her as soon as she could see him leaving out the front door. On the other hand, even though she wouldn’t even admit that to herself, she felt like breaking down in front of him and begging him to stay every time he was about to leave. Whenever he was about to leave her behind, again. But she never did and he never stayed, because she was too damn good at keeping her composure and a part of her hated him for not noticing.

Natasha always had loved Steve’s room because it was so uniquely him, old books in a shelf, his sketchpads and pencils laying on the coffee table, the record player next to his bed. Now she was in it she wanted nothing more than to run out, because it reminded her that not even Steve Rogers could endure being around her anymore. She went straight to where she was headed, took a grey shirt from the stack of neatly folded T-shirts in his closet and put it on. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she was content. Steve’s Shirt hung loosely of her shoulders and hid all the critical parts of her body.

After she went for her morning run around the compound, she ate two bites of a peanut butter sandwich before going to the training room and stretching for her now daily ballet routine. She didn’t start doing it again because she particularly liked it, but because it hurts. So good. A part of her hated herself for how fucking happy she was after she first danced tiptoe after ten years or so and she felt her toes breaking. She felt happy when seeing her bleeding and bruised feet after taking off her pointe shoes. Natasha Romanoff felt like she deserved pain more than anyone. Why was she left alive and so many others had to die?

She finished her training at about 1 PM and went back to her office space, the former meeting area of the Avengers. There were no new mails, no message from anybody so she just stared at the screen and basically waited for anything to pop up. She was so focused on the nothingness, that she didn’t notice when Steve’s car pulled up in the parking lot. She flinched when she heard him clearing his throat, startling her out of her deep focus on the screen in front of her. She didn’t notice his presence before.

“Hey.” Steve simply said, putting his jacket down on the chair in front of him and throwing his keys on the desk. She wondered why he still kept them. Natasha looked up at him and managed a small smile: “Hey soldier, what’s up.” It came out raspier and more broken than she anticipated and that was probably due to the fact that she hadn’t spoke to anybody in the last week. Steve lifted his brow: “You okay?” he asked out of concern but Natasha just huffed. “Now what do you expect me to say to that?” She looked away from him, out of the window to hide the tears that were filling her eyes, ready to spill. But she couldn’t let him see that, she didn’t want to force him to care for her because he felt responsible for her, even though that’s probably why he still came by.

“I’m sorry for asking, I know it’s stupid.” he said and she wondered when their relationship had become this difficult and tense. They had been so close before, when they were on the run and she sometimes thought that they could maybe be more than friends, but now she could feel that he was afraid of saying something wrong to her and she was afraid of revealing too much to him. “I came by because… I want to move back in if that’s okay with you. I don’t want you to have to look for Clint on your own, you shouldn’t have to manage this alone.” He looked at her and she knew it was an excuse.

“There’s not much to do actually, I get by on my own pretty well.” Natasha told him, but the single tear that rolled down her cheek gave her away. Steve got up, walked over to her side of the table and him being so close to her broke down the last remains of her wall. She pressed her head against his chest and finally allowed herself to cry. When he put his arms around her, he was shocked. “Jesus, Nat you’ve gotten so thin. Are you eating?” he asked but she couldn’t answer, instead she only held onto him tighter. They stood there and time seemed to stop. Natasha only half registered when he picked her up and they moved to the living room, where he sat down on the couch, with her curled up in his lap like a ball, afraid of the inevitable conversation they would be having now.

Neither of them knew how much time had passed, but the sun was setting outside when Natasha slightly lifted her head to look at Steve. He also had stains of dried tears on his cheeks. He now cupped her face with his hands. “Please Nat, let me help you.” He sounded desperate. Natasha knew they were too far gone now but she also knew that words could never express what was going on. She could never say it out loud. So she stayed silent and lifted her hand for him to see instead. He took her bony fingers in his and pressed a soft kiss on her bruised knuckles. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, please.” He was basically begging her.

Natasha took all the courage she had left and whispered: ”Stay with me. Please don’t leave me again.” She thought she was expecting too much, despite him saying he wanted to move back in before, she needed him to be with her, to bear her panic attacks, her nightmares and to watch her eating and training habits. That was too much to ask. “I won’t, we’ll get through this Nat, I just need you to let me in. I’ll be with you no matter what.” He said and caressed her puffy cheeks. And she believed him. Not because she knew he was always honest but because how he had said it and just because he… She trusted him so much, it hurt.

But he kept his word, he stayed the night holding her close to him in her bed and it was the first night in forever that she wasn’t woken up by nightmares. He stayed the next morning, making her breakfast and she felt how genuinely happy he was when she ate two pancakes. He stayed with her throughout the day, distracting her from her dark thoughts, training with her on a normal level, taking a walk down to the river with her. He stayed with her the next night and the nights to come and neither one of them had slept alone since that day.

Steve Rogers gave Natasha Romanoff hope and the perspective that maybe, she could move on without forgetting and punishing herself. But equally, Natasha Romanoff gave Steve Rogers a purpose and the feeling that he wasn’t alone. It was a rough path, but the got through it, together and somewhere along the way, they were able to profess their feelings to one another. In a broken world, they had found light in each other.

He was her Salvation as she was his.

#romanogers fanfic #romanogers #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #steve x natasha #capwidow #captasha #marvel #captain america

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effortwise-blog · 4 years

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How to Deal with Difficult People: 10 Expert Techniques

Doesn’t it seem like we deal with tough human beings in nearly all stages of our lives?

I’ve regularly had to deal with hard people at paintings in the course of my career. Sometimes it’s been my supervisor, other instances it’s been my fellow pals or even different instances, it’s human beings in other departments.

Then there are our families. I understand it’s now not simply my family that may be extremely tough to deal with. I’ve heard enough stories from friends to understand that plenty of people’s households power them to the edge from time to time.

And don’t even get me began on handling the multitudes of humans we've to address at businesses we engage with. Be it the cellular phone business enterprise or the individual that become purported to repair my roof ultimate year. I needed to comply with up every week for nearly 4 months earlier than they sooner or later came and glued something that should have been done in the first place.

Why turned into that so tough?

There’s probably not an smooth solution for why a few people are hard to cope with. The reasons are as varied as the people are. We are all one of a kind and sometimes, it’s stunning that we get along in addition to we do.

Instead of reading why a few human beings can be so tough, let’s attention on what we are able to control — our reactions. Let’s study 10 expert strategies to address tough people.

1. Use Lots of Kindness

Look, I get it. How to deal with difficult people at work , the gut response is to be difficult proper back. When it feels like a person is attacking you, your first concept is to defend yourself. I’ve been there and still get stuck up in that after I don’t sluggish down and take a pause.

What I have observed in nearly every hard state of affairs is kindness goes a lot in addition than being hard. When two people are being hard with every other, the situation tends to escalate to some extent where nothing gets accomplished.

On the other hand, while you use masses of kindness with a difficult individual many instances, it diffuses the scenario and also you get more of what you want. This is one in all the pinnacle strategies for handling hard humans.

2. Be Compassionate

Ever heard that announcing about handling your own issues? That in case you and a gaggle of people shoved all your issues into a circle that you’d most likely take your own back after you saw every body else’s? I love that.

The point is none of us truly realize what different human beings are going thru. When dealing with a tough person, it may be they may be going via a very tough ordeal, or handling a genuinely massive trouble you wouldn’t want any part of.

Many instances whilst you show compassion to a person who's being difficult, you’ll find they respond in a effective manner. So many of us get caught in our own heads and in our very own lives that we don’t open our eyes to whilst others could use a few kindness. Give it a try the subsequent time you reflect onconsideration on it.

3. Find Something in Common

Ever observed how whilst you’re talking to a person for the first time, locating something in commonplace creates a sturdy preliminary connection? We all love to experience like a part of a group, like we belong. This is a brilliant expert approach to deal with tough human beings and one you must keep pinnacle of mind.

It’s always high-quality to discover we went to the equal university as someone, it creates a kind of kinship. My daughters are both young adults now but I used to sense a parental bond with a person while I discovered out my daughters went to the same college as their kids.

When we are able to find something in commonplace with a tough character, it is able to help make for a smoother communication afterwards.

4. Stay Calm

Have you ever received an electronic mail from someone at work that right away had you seeing red? This has passed off to me on greater events than I care to remember.

Working with a hard individual on a project may be infuriating. At my much less rational moments, I’ve received an e mail from a difficult individual whose handiest reason appears to be making things harder and greater confusing. When I haven’t paused before responding what commonly occurs is, I fireplace off an e-mail that will most effective serve to make matters worse.

Typically, if I can locate the staying power to stay calm and wait a while earlier than responding, the consequences are a whole lot better. The ability to stay calm whilst handling a tough person will help you greatly.

5. Share Your Side

Sometimes, being capable of articulate to a difficult person where you are coming from will make a huge difference.

For instance, in case you’ve been jogging into brick wall after brick wall and the tough character is your ultimate avenue for resolution, every now and then that makes a difference.

Some human beings get stuck in a preferred script of how to deal in positive situations or whilst someone asks a positive question. If you could provide some context round your unique situation, every now and then that makes a large difference.

You ought to allow them know you’ve trying to clear up your problem for months and you’ve tried X,Y, and Z however can’t get anywhere. Sometimes that is all it takes to open the empathy gates to a point and get a few assist. Give it a shot.

6. Treat with Respect

I don’t recognise a single person who likes to be dealt with like they're stupid or incompetent. When dealing with a difficult person, continually recollect to deal with them with respect. Once you begin attacking a person and appearing like they're stupid you might as properly be slamming the door close to get something done.

Treating someone disrespectfully will almost continually make matters worse and at a bare minimal make the other character now not need to do anything to assist you. It’s the same as remembering the golden rule “treat others as you would love to be handled”. Our mothers are almost always right.

7. Ignore Them

I’m a large proponent of now not interacting with poor people in my life. Why should I? All they seem to do is offer negative input and I don’t need any of that.

By the same token, occasionally the best path of action with a difficult man or woman is to ignore or avoid them. This of route will depend if you could forget about them.

For instance if this is a fellow co-worker which you don’t ought to work with much, it can be fine to without a doubt forget about them if you may.

Same issue with associates or certain humans at stores or even potentially clients. Sometimes hard customers are surely no longer worth coping with. Their needs should be better served someplace else and it’s now not always a bad idea to allow them understand they could likely find someone else who ought to assist them in the way they're wanting.

8. Control What You Can

Many matters in life we are able to manage and plenty of things we will’t. It’s always first-class to cognizance on what we will manipulate.

When managing a hard individual, consider what you are capable of control. Maybe there’s someone else you may address instead of the tough individual. They may additionally be without a doubt the first step in the chain.

Recently, I turned into trying to paintings with the advertising and marketing department on a new initiative I became placing together. I turned into instructed to touch a positive person for help due to the fact that’s what had constantly been done. When I contacted the character, I by no means were given a response. I sent more than one emails and left numerous voicemails and in no way heard back from this character. After getting extremely annoyed from never listening to back, I truely began asking other people in advertising.

Lo and behold, I located numerous people that were willing to assist me with my assignment and with a smile. I basically worked my manner round the difficult character. Control what you may.

9. Look at Yourself

Another one of the 10 expert strategies to deal with tough people is to test yourself. As in turn your attention inward. Is there something which you are doing that is making dealing with a person tougher than it needs to be?

For example in general, I am in a pretty appropriate mood. I engage with humans all day just about normal and overall, it goes fairly smoothly.

Sometimes, I’ve were given a variety of my thoughts and am looking to resolve a problem of a few sort inside my head, even while talking to other people. It has been talked about to me that I can come across as short, abrupt, and condescending once I am spending a variety of time interior my very own head and also interacting with others.

So in this example, my quick condescending responses could make an already agitated character even greater upset. Basically the way I respond is adding gasoline to the fire.

Take a observe how you are interacting with difficult people to make sure you aren’t making it worse.

10. Overcome Your Fear of Conflict

One of the exceptional strategies for dealing with hard humans is overcoming your fear of war. Many people are scared of conflicts and this could cause having hard people walk throughout them.

Dealing with a difficult individual is challenging sufficient but if you don’t get up for yourself and set up boundaries, it’s even worse. Just about all people deserves to be dealt with with respect. Don’t allow yourself to be handled poorly by a hard man or woman.

I’m no longer advocating intentionally starting war. What I am advocating isn't fearing battle within the event a difficult individual is treating you poorly. Too many humans allow others to have manage over them with the aid of not standing up for themselves when needed.

Difficult humans are all around us in every factor of our lives. I’ve really labored with many difficult humans over the years in addition to in everyday interactions with humans in a wide form of settings. I’m hopeful those 10 expert techniques to deal with hard human beings will help you the next time the state of affairs arises.

Communication with other humans is such a big key to dwelling our lives. It’s well really worth gaining knowledge of some strategies to deal with tough human beings to help us all live happier lives.

#How to deal with difficult people at work #How to be confident at work

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Jeremiah 16:16-18:23, 1 Thessalonians 4:1-5:3, Psalms 81:1-16, Proverbs 25:6-8

Today is the 11th day of October. Welcome to the daily audio Bible, Brian is great to be here with you today how you doing by the way, everything, everything going well I hope it is time we all have our struggles we are all dealing with the swirling issues of life. But we have come to the right place mean to let God's word speak to us every day illuminates the path, even if just for the next step, but the next step in the right direction is the right step inside, let's take that step forward reading from the new International version this week. Today, Jeremiah chapter 16 verse 16 to 18 verse 23

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Okay. So, how may we have we have some stuff to talk about today and that's well, as God's word washes into our lives and washes over us and sets our minds or rights gives us the mind God's kingdom, so, so sorry about God's plan pray I God has a plan I have said that are thousand or more times in my life anyway more say to each other like this when something goes wrong God is, or even our own lives like something's not working the way that we thought was good to be inwards like encouraging ourselves God has a plan, it's a probably all set. It's encouraging each other encouraging ourselves but Jesse like does God have a specific plan for each one of the little hiccups in life and struggles that we go through with her there a big patch or a small patch does, he does have a plan and any fees God I plan we keep saying that he does his plan is just his plan like that he keeps a mystery. And, so our job is to figure that out but we don't really know whether or not he's got a plan of what that plan actually is because we were thinking about God's plan usually not thinking about God's plan were thinking about our hardship is thinking about his plan because we don't like where were or because watching something terrible happened in the world and so will shake our heads and I just got a plan understand it all will all be revealed eventually in time and it's sad easy that's easy. That's the easy way because of God's got a plan. Then we have an excuse to understand we were going your God's got a plan that we have no culpability because of his plan. So, if the sorrows were facing as individuals or as people or as humanity, if these can all be pinned to the hogs plan well then everything is, God's thoughts so we can look at the mess we made of things or look at the mess that happens in the world's advance from time to time and just go this is my fault. God has a plan essentially means God is to blame for everything. So, Jeremiah. Today the voice of the Lord through Jeremiah today talks about this God talks about his plan for himself. So, let's read about God's plan. God set if at any time I announce that a nation or kingdom is to be uprooted, torn down and destroyed and if that nation I warned repents of its evil then I will relent and not inflict on it. The disaster I had planned an event another time I announce the nation or kingdom is to be built up and planted. And if it does evil in my sight and does not obey me, then I will consider the good. I had intended to do for it okay. So, we see that you, God has a plan and it is a perfect plan and part of that plan is the full restoration of humanity, but according to the Bible right God's word spoken through Jeremiah human beings have a role to play in plan so that the choices that we make those choices actually matter. And they matter to us individually and within our sphere of influence and they matter as well. As the human species is all of us and, accordingly Jeremiah God is willing to change his plans accordingly. So, so, one level we might be like well will then there's no way to know God's plan. So the word of what we do here well… Look at this through something that is very familiar to us. The biblical concept of sewing and reaping in this Huntress the biblical concept is what happens every year seedtime and harvest is where our food comes from. So, weighing and reaping. So if we will reap what we sow then we can hardly write blame God for the yield of the weeds in our hearts instead of a crop of the fruit of the Spirit's going to be able to plant selfishness or envy or immorality are the things that Paul talks about all the time attribute to plant those things in the soil of our hearts. And then expect somehow magically the fruit of the spirit is good sprouts. So, God does have a plan and what part of that plan completely invited to collaborate in that plan. In fact the plans not going to work if we don't collaborate because God is not powerful enough because this is the plan to work through his people on this planet to restore what was lost and he's current praying that plan to fruition and it's going to be redemptive and this is what supposed to be happening in us every day, day by day, moment by moment as were set apart as were sanctified as were made holy happens in our personal lives happens in the whole body of Christ. It happens throughout the coming and if there's anything the Scriptures show us, to be in a relationship with people he wants to collaborate in life with us, that this is a joy to him that this is his plan and desire. So, God's plan does not give us an excuse for being absent in our own lives. His plan is that we fall in love because he has fallen in love with us his plan is that we would fall in love with and be in a relationship, a collaboration in life together with him in revealing his kingdom in bringing his kingdom and the restoration of all things. This is a big plan and it's a good plan and were invited to be a part of the plan. And, so let's fully live in today understanding, we can walk the path of destruction as part of the plan for everyone who wants to walk the path, but if we turn from our wickedness returned from the things that are pulling us away from true love was in the plan can change the

Father, we invite you into that because we want to walk the narrow path that leads to life and will we want to stop blaming you and everyone else, for everything that happens to us and everything that we do. And I'm sorry that we just blow it off so easily got plans of this bad thing happen always have to accept it's when the truth is I we were never collaborating with you and we walked into the ditch. We walked into the wall we got lost again and the time is too short for that. Life is too short for that we want to walk with you within your perfect plan to restore all things, including us so we invite your Holy Spirit into the impact of force inside of our hearts today to know that we are a part of your plan and that we can live within the center of its come Jesus we pray. In your mighty name. Amen.

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Stone Shadows | Chapter V

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV

As always, I appreciate any and all feedbacks. Comments would really help me keep going especially since my blog is pretty much dying due to the new Tumblr guidelines. I’ll be posting on Ao3 too; here’s a link to the series there.

FIVE | THORIN

Thorin walked beside the small woman. Any conversation between them had died hours ago. Even so, he could not claim discomfort. The certainty in her step reassured him. She had a way of looking around as if she could see what he could not. Even as the lantern dimmed, she did not falter. Her jade irises saw everything. Her pointed nose guided them onward, her shadow cameoed against the stone walls.

Distant baying sounded from behind them. The dulling light lent an ominous tone to the howls but Enezra did not flinch. She carried on, raising her hand and trailing it over the stone wall as she felt it carefully. She bit her lip as she search, stopping as her fingers caught and her mouth twitched as if she were want to smile. She waved him closer as he held the lantern, illuminating a triangle carved into the wall.

“We’re close,” She announced, “These symbols are for navigation. A few I made myself, others were here before me.”

Without further explanation, she turned and continued further beyond the circle of lantern light. Thorin could see the black outline of her figure as she walked ahead of him. A new determination had taken hold of her as their destination for the night seemed close.

She turned the next corner, Thorin still a few feet back. The air grew warmer as he entered the subsequent corridor, thicker even. The change was welcome but peculiar. Humidity seeped through his cloak as they got further. The walls were no longer coated with frost but weeping with moisture.

Enezra stopped again. Her hands on the wall as they were whenever she discovered something. She slipped them in a crack and began to wrestle with a stone door which stood almost imperceptible in the wall. It shifted and the small woman grunted. Thorin bent to set aside the lantern and helped her dislodge the door with a grind. As the stone moved inward suddenly, Thorin found himself close to falling; catching his balance on the heavy block.

“Thank you,” Ez said quietly. The gratuity held the tone of one not used to accepting help. One who had lived so long upon her own that it was almost shameful to need it. “Come on then.”

She stepped inside and Thorin retrieved the lantern, shining it after her as he peered into the chamber. A burst of warmth caught him as he followed her warily. Another doorway mirrored that he had entered on the other side of the chamber. A cloud of steam seeped from its mouth, filling the space with moisture. Within, Thorin guessed, was the source of the unusual heat.

He turned to close the door behind them. Enezra approached and took the lantern from him wordlessly, setting it atop a flat rock before unveiling a torch from its other side. She lit the torch from the lamp’s flame and hooked it into a nook upon the opposite wall. She shed her pack as she neared the lantern and blew out its light.

“It’ll save us oil for tomorrow.” She explained. “A small fire for tea and dinner should be all we need.” She continued and neared the next door, “If you would,” She waved him over.

He untangled his small haversack from beneath his cloak and approached her. She stepped halfway into the next chamber and motioned his attention within. He peeked inside, the torchlight offering enough of a glow to guide his eyes. An ovaline crater stood centre, filled to the brim with babbling water. Here the steam was even thicker. It was a fantastical peculiarity in the grim underground.

“A hot spring.” She said. There were similar wells hidden beneath Erebor; those warmed the gargantuan mountain. “It will offer us warmth for the night before we once more venture through the cold. If you should like to wash, I can fashion another torch. It may be your last chance; surely your last taste of comfort for a few days.”

“How did you find this place?” He asked. “How long exactly have you been down here?”

Ez looked away and edged by him. She did not answer as she approached her pack. “There is work to do if we are to eat. If you wish to use the spring, you will have to wait until after we sup.”

Thorin sighed quietly as he watched her remove her cloak and tuck it behind her pack. His own followed as he felt sweat building along his back. He was growing impatient with her evasive manner. She told him little and less. It was as if he were a child to her. Perhaps, he hadn’t been so forthcoming himself but he had tried. They were traveling together and it would make the road easier.

She pulled two cups from her pack and bowls to match. She retrieved a pail in the corner of the chamber and slung its rope handle on her arm. “There’s a well down the next corridor. I’ll fetch water for tea and start supper. Potato stew with not much else.” She frowned to herself as she approached the door. This time, she moved it easier than the last. She slipped out and Thorin pressed his lips together as he waited for her return.

ENEZRA

Enezra scraped the last spoonful of thin stew from the wooden bowl. The dwarf hadn’t even bothered to use a utensil, instead gulping from the rim directly. She didn’t judge him. His kind was known for their hearty appetites. She herself had conditioned herself to subsist on a minimum; her people were known for their resilience and resourcefulness. Yet, it could not save them from threats beyond their environment; those with a will.

She stood and set her bowl in the empty bucket, offering to take Thorin’s with a gesture. “I’ll rinse these and fetch more water for the night,” He let her take the dish as she spoke, “I’ll put the kettle on while you get cleaned up...if you so wish.”

“Do us dwarves smell so rank?” He raised a brow at her.

“I did not mean that,” She answered repentantly, placing his bowl atop her, clunking them together as she lifted the bucket.

“I was joking,” He said, rising slowly with hushed grunt. He gripped his lower back and exhaled. “Perhaps the spring would loosen my muscles.”

“...Perhaps,” She nodded her head and stepped away from him. Right next to her, he seemed even bigger. She was a small creature and even a dwarf made her seem minuscule. “I shall return shortly.”

Ez scurried to the door like the mouse she felt. The heat receded from her face as she entered the stony corridor, retracing the path to the small well hidden in a nook of the wall. It was easily missed if one didn’t know where to look for it. She removed the bowls from the bucket and attached it to the rope; another year and it would fray to nothing.

She drew up a pailful of water and submerged the bowls within. She scrubbed away the remnants of potato and broth, her hand numb from the frigid water. It came from far beneath the caves, untouched by the spring only feet away. She emptied the bucket across the ground and refilled it with fresh water, tucking the bowls under her arm as she precariously carried the pail back to the hidden chamber.

She entered with her head down, setting aside the water and closing the door. As she turned, she spotted Thorin through the steam leaking in from the next chamber. His back was bare, his flesh marked with a crisscross of aged scars; his muscle taut beneath. She looked away guiltily and took back the pail, moving closer to the fire where she could not peer through the doorway. It was only a back, she reminded herself. Still it felt like a violation. Scars were sacred; their stories were revered and often untold.

She filled the kettle and hung it above the fire, feeding more sticks into the flames. She sat and pulled her pack closer, pulling out the small book from beneath her rations. Its bound leather was faded and cracked; the pages chewed by the teeth of time. She opened it carefully, the spine offering little resistance. A list of names marked with ancient runes ran the length of the first page; she knew them all. The last was her own. She traced the lines and dots, closing her eyes as she cradled the book.

She did not count the seconds, nor the minutes, but her meditation was broken by the splash of water, the sound of wet footsteps against stone. She must have sat for a while. The kettle was trembling fiercely and she tucked away her book. She removed the vessel from the flames as the tinkling of buckles and mail brushed against wool and fur. She set out two cups and the mesh bags she used to steep her herbs. She poured the boiling water and inhaled the steam which rose from the depths.

Thorin emerged from the next chamber. He brushed through his damp hair with one hand, his cloak and mail draped over his other arm. He spread his cloak beneath him as he sat on the ground across from her. She removed the mesh from a cup and slid it over to him wordlessly. He thank her and pulled it closer before continuing his fight with the knots in his thick locks. The silence permeated as the steam seeped into the hems of their tunics.

“Your turn,” His deep voice jolted her.

“What?” She asked.

“The spring,” He said as he lifted his cup and sniffed at the tea, “It’s yours. I’m sure you could use a soak as much as myself.”

Her lips made an ‘o’ but no sound emerged. She nodded and sipped from her cup. Thorin’s blue eyes made her nervous, especially when they were set so constantly in her direction. Her orange hair fell forward as she kept her nose to her tea. It was her only shield against the mighty dwarf.

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talk about dragon ball z!

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 / 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

Aside from Kimba and Mach Go!go!go! DBZ was really what got me into Anime like a lot of people, as a young boy it was all for the straight hands. I had no time for story..that and it aired spanish dub for us..I wasn't AS fluent in Spanish back then soo yeah it really was ALL about the hands for me back in the day until I got a bit older and understood more spanish and rewatched it again for another sitting and MIND BLOWN, it's like I was watching an entirely different. People don't mention it much but there's actually a solid story in DBZ...I mean is it perfect? Not at all but it's good enough to keep you entertained.

The saiyan saga being just a literal blood bath, I honestly think that's the most violent Toriyama's cooked in a saga. By the time the arc ended there were casualties, our heroes can BARELY stand up and Krillin comes up with this plan that's a BIG stretch but for his homies he T's up. ALSO this man doesn't get any respect and honestly I blame that shit on DBZ Abridged because of their Krillin Owned counter, making my boy the butt of majority of the joke in that series. (I'm not throwing shade I love DBZA it's just hsdhs little nitpick)

Let's not forget that DBZ is actually one of those anime that actually GROWS with you, I MEAN think about it. Peeps in japan started with it when Goku was a kid (12 or 13, hit me with the age in the comics) and look at him now, Not only a father but a GRANDFATHER too. DBZ Is just a different beast all together, and I'll make this one statement eventhough it's more Super related but I REALLY wished they'd just let gohan stick to his guns and just let him be a researcher or whatever he wanted to be. Giving him this BS with 'yeah you gotta protect your family' blah blah blah. The man's pops is literally the strongest man in the universe and his auntie has the God of Destruction in her back pocket, who's stepping up to run the fade?!

I always get off track whenever I talk about DBZ but in conclusion whilst there's tons of fighting in the anime that I love, there's also the concept of hard work, cherishing the friends we make along the way of our own journeys in life.

#❛ mail ━━ look inward for what you want for this path is your own.#schxdenfreude #i don't even think i answered the question #i just rambled #and to think that was just ONE ARC #imagine if i talked about what I liked about all the arcs

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likeadragcn · 9 months

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Put 'wow' in my ask box / accepting / @kiealer

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higuchimon · 6 years

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[fanfic]Rebirth of Kaiser: Chapter 1

Shou sat, hands in his lap, staring at the door. He tried not to, but he did anyway. He’d sat in rooms like this before, worried like this before, but never to this degree. Never with the true, deep down fear that his brother wouldn’t come out of this. That something would happen that shouldn’t.

He closed his eyes, trying to think about something else. He wasn’t particular on what. He just wanted to think about anything that wasn’t the doctors on the other side of the door doing their best to save his brother’s life.

A hand brushed against his shoulder and he looked up to see a face he hadn’t seen in well over six months. Without a bit of hesitation, he threw himself into Juudai’s arms, shaking all over.

It was Juudai. He could do that with him.

“Aniki! Aniki!” Further words just stuck in his throat. He trembled and sat back down, Juudai beside him now. He wanted to believe everything would be all right now. Aniki was here and…

He still couldn’t make everything come out all right. He wasn’t that good. He wasn’t flawless. He could make mistakes.

Shou had to remind himself of that. It wasn’t easy. He’d spent long enough believing that Juudai really could do anything that he wanted to, and he’d had a hard enough time realizing that wasn’t true.

But that didn’t change the fact that Juudai being there eased a lot of the tension he’d been living with since he’d arrived here.

“So what happened?” Juudai asked, voice quiet and soft. Shou swallowed a little. He hadn’t actually told anyone since this started. There hadn’t been anyone around to tell, and he’d been too worried to put his fingers to keys and send an e-mail.

Which did make him wonder just how Juudai found out he was there in the first place. But here he was, and that was all that mattered for the moment.

He focused. “Everything was fine. He took his medicine every day. He didn’t push himself too much, even with our Pro League.” He couldn’t help but be proud of how far their League had come in the seven years since graduation. “Then...he just said that he hurt a lot. That he didn’t feel good.”

Shou swallowed, heart pounding as he remembered seeing how pale Ryou looked when he spoke. “I wasn’t sure what to do. So I brought him here. He … he passed out almost as soon as we got here.”

Shou’s hands pressed even tighter together. “They’ve had him in there for a long time now. I’m not even sure what’s really wrong.” It had probably been his heart. His brother had been doing so well but things happened and there wasn’t anything else he could think of.

He swallowed. He didn’t want to look at the time. He didn’t want to know how long it had been. No matter how long it had been, it couldn’t be good at all. If he didn’t know, then it would be… all right, wouldn’t it? Sure. That was it.

Sometimes nurses came out from there, and once a doctor. She hadn’t talked to him, though, and he wasn’t sure if she even had anything to do with his brother. But seeing them worried him even when they said nothing at all.

He heard noises from the other side, but never anything that he could make sense out of. The words he could understand, but what they meant was all in medical jargon. None of it said what he wanted it to say: that his brother was fine and would recover soon.

Shou glanced up once to see Juudai working on something, fingers dancing over keys. It took another moment to grasp it: he was sending out messages. Letting people know what was going on.

Oh. Better than he could do right now. He tucked his head back down, too scared to sleep, too scared to stay awake. He sort of wanted to yawn, but if he did, he’d fall asleep. He was almost sure of it.

“Kenzan and Manjoume-kun are on the way,” Juudai said. “Asuka, too. I haven’t heard back from anyone else yet.”

Shou nodded. He couldn’t decide what else to do. Words just didn’t want to come right now.

A ringing sound. Shou looked up, mostly out of habit. That usually meant that someone was coming out of there.

A doctor emerged. She looked every bit as exhausted as he felt. She looked around the room, attention falling on him.

“Marufuji Shou? Here for your brother?”

Shou’s heart clenched. He nodded. This would be it. This would clear up everything.

“I’m terribly sorry. We did everything that we could.” Her voice was quiet and weary, head bent. “You have my deepest sympathies.”

Shou’s heart froze altogether. No. No. He couldn’t have heard that. It couldn’t be what he thought she said. After all this time, all that they’d done together, all that they’d fought for together, how could that have happened?

He jerked his head around to where Juudai sat, hardly noticing the hot tears streaking down his cheeks. “Aniki...” He knew what he wanted to ask. What he wanted to demand. But it couldn’t be. He could not forget that Juudai might be powerful, but he wasn’t a god.

Juudai rose up. “Can we… see him?”

The doctor’s lips turned down a bit. “It’s not usual, but… I think it might be all right. Just this once.”

Under other circumstances, Shou might have wondered if Juudai did something to influence her. Right now, he didn’t actually care. He stumbled along in her wake, guided through quiet empty corridors. It was very late at night and only the occasional doctor or nurse turned up.

Shou could barely think as they entered a room. There, a white sheet pulled up over him, was…

Shou didn’t even think at all. “Nii-san...”

Juudai stared at what he saw, at what – who had been the Kaiser. He let Shou go first, turning his own thoughts inward. He’d never considered doing anything like this before. One thing he’d learned very fast was that there were certain lines that he couldn’t cross.

But this was Shou and this was the Kaiser and if he couldn’t do something for the people that he cared about, then what could he do?

Yubel.

We can’t bring him back. The ties to his body are already severed.

He’d expected that. But there had to be something else that he could do.

Does he have a ghost? Like Daitokuji-sensei? That was the only thing he could think of right now. His old teacher still hadn’t moved on, but he’d stopped by Duel Academia to leave Pharaoh with Principal Samejima before coming here. He was pretty sure hospitals didn’t want cats around.

Yubel didn’t answer at once. He had the sensation that they were searching, even if he couldn’t see them.

Yes. Most people do, before they leave. But I can’t say how long he will remain.

Juudai nodded. If I looked with your eyes, could I see him?

Yes. But hurry.

Juudai concentrated, feeling Yubel’s energy move through him. They were together at all times, but only when they both put in this effort could he see things the way that Yubel did.

Ryou wasn’t the only spirit there. Cyber End Dragon hovered behind Shou, dividing its attention between the Marufujis. Ryou stared up at it, awe written over his features, before he turned toward Juudai, face assuming his usual calm expression.

“Juudai.” He said nothing more, a greeting and a farewell in one.

Juudai inched forward. “Do you really want to go that much?”

Ryou tilted his head. “I don’t think I’m being given an option.” His gaze flicked back toward Shou. “But I don’t think I would if I could stay.”

Juudai held back a bit of a grin. He’d hoped for something like that, even if he didn’t know how to do it.

“There might be a way. I mean, I don’t know for sure, but…”

Yubel stood next to him without warning. “There is a path that isn’t mortal rebirth or the afterlife. It isn’t one that everyone walks and some are called to it without warning. Have you noticed that there are some Duel Spirits who bear too much of a resemblance to humans?”

Both Ryou and Juudai nodded. Yubel folded their arms over their chest as they spoke.

“It isn’t unknown for a human to be reborn as a Duel Spirit. Or a Duel Spirit to be reborn as a human. That is a path available: with the help of the Gentle Darkness.”

Juudai jerked his head up. “You’re serious?” He’d sort of had an idea that he could do something, but he’d more or less thought of it as being healing or something. Not like this.

“When am I not, Juudai?” Yubel asked, a small smile on their lips. Then they turned back to Ryou. “It is a path taken by those with the strongest of wills only. And like those who experience mortal rebirth, you will not remember your first life.” Yubel considered for a few seconds. “Though I cannot say that the memories won’t ever return. It is possible. But it would require much effort and isn’t always something to strive for. There are times when it’s better to forget the past and move onward.”

Juudai couldn’t help a snort there. “Really?” To hear Yubel of all beings saying that…

“There are circumstnaces where that isn’t an option,” Yubel said, eyes glittering for a few seconds. “But I spoke of humans, not us.”

Juudai waved one hand before he looked back to the Kaiser. “I guess that’s an option, then. Is that what you’d like?”

Ryou considered in silence, his gaze going between Juudai, Yubel, Shou, and Cyber End Dragon. He raised one hand to rest on one of Cyber End’s muzzles.

“I would be a card spirit?”

“Yes. Only those who have the gift to see them would see you in this world. You might not even be created as a card here for a great deal of time to come.” Yubel answered. “But you could also live in one of the spirit worlds. Anyone living there could see you.” Yubel raised a hand, cutting off whatever questions were next. “We don’t know what kind of a card you would be, either.”

“We could get President Pegasus to make a card, eventually. Or Hayato, Hayato could do it!” Juudai declared, trying and not perfectly succeeding in keeping his voice down. Shou didn’t seem to notice, though. His heart and mind were too busy mourning.

“Make your choice, Hell Kaiser Marufuji Ryou,” Yubel said, “because the time you have to make it runs very thin indeed.”

Ryou did not move his hand from Cyber End’s muzzle. He breathed, if a ghost could be said to breathe at all, for a moment.

“I’ll do it,” he said. Juudai thought he’d made the decision at the best time. He looked a little transparent, even for a ghost.

Yubel extended one hand and in it was a card, blank of title and without image. “Then touch this. We’ll carry you there and you’ll wake up… eventually.”

“Eventually?”

“It takes time to adjust to a change like this. It could take a very long time.” Yubel pointed out. Ryou nodded before he reached his other hand out and rested it on the card.

There wasn’t a flash or anything. One moment he stood there, then he wasn’t. There wasn’t anything to see on the card even then, but Juudai could feel his presence in the card. Yubel handed it to him.

“What world do you want to take him to?” They asked. Juudai knew without even having to think about it: the world that he had troubled so much when he’d hurt with all of his heart.

The world where Hell Kaiser was still hailed as the hero who’d defeated Haou and brought his evil down. In all the years since, no one had ever told the people there otherwise. It would be a good place for Ryou to start a new life.

He would have to bring Shou there, eventually. When he wasn’t in such pain from the passing of his brother. Not that he’d tell Shou that Ryou wasn’t technically gone…

Shou, or anyone else. They could all find out later, when Ryou remembered them.

If Ryou remembered them.

To Be Continued

Notes: This one will be updated once a week for as long as I can. I hope you enjoy it!

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #ygo gx #marufuji ryou #fujiwara yuusuke #chapters: rebirth of kaiser

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smhfelix · 6 years

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no one will notice

trigger warnings: self harm, depression ( does get graphic )

Despite the weather truly warming up, Felix was in long sleeves and the heat was making him irritable. He was tired a lot and if things didn’t go seamlessly, he got angry. The same level of anger that got him hospitalized. Of course, it passed eventually because he’d been brainwashed in therapy. He can cope and realize these things pass. Some kid knocking over his books on purpose; whatever, it was a one time thing, the moment passed. He didn’t get to eat at lunch; whatever, it was a one time thing, the moment passed. He was getting good after a half of a year in therapy where he learned not to hold every moment as if it were life or death. However, some cases weren’t as easy to drag himself out of and with the heat and his anger and the bad day he had on top of things, he easily forgot there was no need to drown in his misery.

It took a lot of strength to get through the school day. It seemed every single class had something new that might be minor to some people, but the most minor inconveniences were sometimes earth-shattering to Felix, despite the front he put up of not caring. Today was a particularly bad day and he already excused himself from second to last period four times before the teacher told him to take the rest of the class to calm down.

Typically Felix walked around the school twice to keep his surroundings changing as he calms down before he can sit still. And of course, why break tradition? Except this time, he was much more focused on his phone. He was constantly refreshing his email inbox, and nothing popping up. He would’ve been shocked if this hadn’t been the case for the passed nine years, but for some reason it was hitting hard this time. This morning (somewhat after midnight) he sent his mom an e-mail yet again, and it was full of such important information. Dreams he had in the nights of the passed week, feelings he had developing, questions any boy would be asking his mother at this age (how do I get a job, where do I start looking for college, etc). But this time, he actually dove deeper into it for the first time and asked her why she left, where she was, if she was even proud of who he’d become, if she missed him, all of it. Somewhere deep in his heart he felt like she was getting them and was too scared to reply. Or she didn’t know how, because they were mostly just childish ramblings on a screen. But this was important and if she was reading it, she had cause to answer this time. Fast forward after his sleep and school day, there was still nothing in his inbox. And it filled his chest with warm anger. He preferred warm anger. He could control his warm anger. When things were physical with his father, it was more of a cold anger, where he felt nothing and could go and go and go until he passed out with no flinching because he was just so angry.

But for the first time, Felix was angry with his mother. He knew he grew up without a mom, that was irrefutable. But he always thought she was around, like a ghost who was alive. No impact, but knew what was going on and had an eye on the place just in case. But the deafening silence from no emails back set a fire off in his chest that started out warm and slowly froze over into a cold anger the more he refreshed the app. He got tunnel vision and could feel his muscles tightening up and his heart rate quicken. His feet changed without his notice, his path rerouting to the bathroom. He felt so incredibly stupid. He felt insignificant, like he didn’t matter to his own mother, that he thought he genuinely mattered to.

The curly haired boy barges into the bathroom that was usually empty, where there was a freshman at a urinal. He seemed surprised, they both didn’t expect to see the other so suddenly. Felix stares at him for a moment before blinking to snap out of it, then rushing himself into a stall. The kid hurried along, though him washing his hands felt like ages to Felix. Once he was sure he was alone, Felix dug in his jeans for a pencil sharpener and a pocket screwdriver. He was running on autopilot, barely in control of his hands. They were just doing it, like he was watching a movie. He unscrews the blade, dropping the plastic case into his lap, and wipes off any residue that may be on it. His jaw was clenched, his eyes barely tearing up. He was so mad and he wanted to stop feeling emotions. Felix then tugs the right sleeve of his flannel up, taking a small bit of the inside of his cheek and biting hard as he made the first cut. It lay asymmetrical with whatever crisscrossed design was already sketched white into his skin. It hurt, the ripping of the skin, but it felt like home to him. Normally, one slice was enough to numb his mind, but he was still angry. So he kept cutting until his fury subsided.

He used self harm as a coping method, as everyone else did. Some people use it to put a physical pain to an emotional pain. Some people use it as a reminder that they’re alive. Some people use it as a cry for help. Felix did it to direct his brain to physical pain away from emotional pain. In reality, he was desperate for help and it was his biggest fear. When he sees the tiny red gashes on his forearm, it sends the panic to his brain that he has a physical ailment that needs attending to. But he wasn’t at that point yet. He felt it, but he felt the hatred more. It was morphing from his mother to him.

She left you, she’s an awful mother. She deserves to rot alone. She doesn’t deserve happiness. She didn’t have it in her to be a mother and ran away like a coward. She didn’t have it in her to be a mother to you. She didn’t want to deal with all of your problems. She probably hated every email you sent her. Why would you even bother sending them, you’re not worth her time. You aren’t worth anyone’s time. You should’ve stayed in that hospital, everyone would’ve forgotten about you. You’ll die alone. Boys don’t cut themselves, you failure. You’re ugly. Worthless. Fat. Stupid. Sick. Psychotic.

He was crying at his point, that was a given. Normally he doesn’t cry, he’s doing it to run away from his feelings. But his mind was evil to him and making him take all of this out on his body. It lost its pain by now, he was just quietly sobbing over the realization of the truth in his words. He genuinely didn’t know how safe he’d be before his phone went off from a dumb upload notification from YouTube, where he saw the time. If it hadn’t have gone off, would he have kept going until it was too late? He wasn’t covered in blood but the most times he’d ever cut himself before this was six, and now there were too many to count, maybe close to twenty. Some long, some fat, some barely there. It didn’t matter now, there was seven minutes until the bell would ring, where the kids would be let loose in the halls, stopping into the bathroom between classes. He had to work fast.

He shoves the blade, case, and screwdriver back into his front pocket, barely wiping his eyes on his sleeve. After another second of making sure no one had entered, he stepped out of the stall and did his best to clean the wounds quickly with the shitty water at Northlake High. He knew there was enough blood that would seep through his shirt, so he grabbed four paper towels from the dispenser and wrapped his arm in them before pulling the sleeve back down and carefully buttoning it to avoid them coming loose. The last thing he wanted was someone catching onto him, reporting him, having him sent away again. All he wanted to do was to push everyone away again, anyways. His thoughts were right, no one wanted or needed him around, regardless, and he wanted to run away and never look back.

The bell rang as he was just getting the bleeding to slow, or so it looked like. He couldn’t really tell. Before anyone could bump into him, Felix held his arm face inwards to his stomach, his free hand clutching the strap of his backpack as he opened the door, entering the halls of the school once more as if nothing had happened. No one would notice, no one would care, he didn’t matter. He was a passing face in the crowd, no one would be able to tell he was just ripping himself to shreds, adding new scars to the collection.

#tw:self harm #tw:abuse mention #tw:self deprication #tw:graphic #* ( SELFPARA ) *#tbh i hope this buried my next tag just in case #but this was semi hard for me to write because i'm only three months clean but i literally cannot go back so i'm good w writing it now

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songketalliance · 4 years

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A Supa-Tour

“You admit that trawling OneCity every day is starting to get old, so… why not… a tour of every Supa Save branch in the country?”

A contribution by KH Lim

Boredom can do a number on the mind, especially once it’s grown into your routine like another spare tyre around your waist. Like, here’s the time for breakfast, here’s the time for work, and here’s the time to do anything but face the fact that your life’s become a bottom-tier show with no plot, no progression and at risk of cancellation because there’s only so much its sole viewer can take.

So, as per the universal tenet that all bodies follow the path of least resistance, your end-of-work routine starts its descent at the gym next to the office, 30 minutes on the treadmill to work off some of those calories from lunch, followed by a stop at the mall near your house where you park at your usual space three slots from the lift, heading to cinema to see the latest schedule even though you basically have it memorised since they only update weekly, then going down to browse the department store for exercise equipment you’re never going to buy and clothes for the kids you don’t want to have, lurching along the escalator to haunt the aisles of the ground floor supermarket, drifting through air-conditioner mist and the wafting of stale butcher meat, eyeballing the snacks you shouldn’t take and the veggies you should, but that come in bulks that can’t be finished before going stale, and your mother would scold you for not picking the freshest ones anyway. Finally, you grab a basement bubble tea to put back on those calories you lost and head home, certain you’ll be back tomorrow or even later that night.

But, maybe sometime during your wanderings, say, after the third night in a row watching the 10pm screening of Detective Pikachu… you have an epiphany. In the Pokemon games you basically go on a tour of the whole land collecting badges; why not a tour of your own here? You admit that trawling OneCity every day is starting to get old, so… why not… a tour of every Supa Save branch in the country? You seem to have a thing for shopping centres, and this should be an achievable way of changing things up a bit.

You open up Google Maps. Supa Save Seria can wait; the rest are eminently reachable. Hell, you work near the Riverside/Kiulap branch; the one that could fit in the faux-Western quarter of a regional metropolis, like Bukit Timah or Damansara. Stepping in, you get that cold rush of air-conditioning to the face before savouring the familiar sights – a BBQ chicken deli, Ensaymadas and glazed doughnuts, locally-grown Japanese musk melons, Bulla frozen custard and Waitrose biscuits. The badge for your effort is a receipt for a tube of whitening toothpaste, which you tuck away as you stroll down the boardwalk, past the fancy cafés and the monitor lizard-infested embankment.

Next up, Supa Save Beribi. It’s the most Hua Ho-like of the branches and the most congested, given its horrendous road set-up and terrible access route from the south; you almost go fender-to-fender twice while negotiating the chaotic parking jam. Other than that, it’s the same BBQ, Ensaymadas, melons, Waitrose… and then you take your Panadol badge and hurriedly admire the incorporated Coffee Bean joint and the Millennium buffet restaurant on your way out before the traffic gets rush hour mad.

Lastly, Supa Save Mabohai. The OG branch that still has one foot in its late 80s/early 90s foundations. BBQ, Ensaymadas, melons, Waitrose you go, grabbing your ENO badge and making your way past the discount kiddie book sellers for a whistle-stop tour of the upstairs, getting nostalgic for the old SugarBun playpen and CD stores long vanished and collapsing inwards from embarrassment as you feel your age pottering around the perennially underfilled Toys “R” Us all on your own.

Wait, Google Maps says there’s one more Supa Save… another Beribi branch? That can’t be right, so you check it out, somewhere near the Telanai highway intersection. Turns out it’s a smaller scale shopping mall that you vaguely remember from childhood, though never visiting. Ominously, the faded logo on the façade reads ‘SMART’, and there’s a notice from the year before announcing its closure. You have a peek through the glass walls, at pale rows of bare shelves standing upon a debris-lined floor, like an earthquake one day shook all the remaining produce off and it’s all been left there to rot ever since. If you ever wanted to know what it was like to stick your head into the belly of a gutted carcass without the smell, this is pretty much it.

The building is nominally a still-functioning mall, but practically all the lots inside are emptier than those dead shelves you just saw. You climb the non-functioning escalator to find a few signs of occupancy, but they’re all shuttered on a Friday afternoon. Back on the ground level, standing at the centre of the atrium, looking up to the skylight letting in a cloud-filtered hazy glow, you appreciate the overpowering stillness of the place, ambient birdsong and traffic noises lapping against it like waves spilling upon a beach that nobody visits because they’d heard someone died there years ago.

You exit past a Nasi Padang stand and immediately start thinking about your trip to Seria; hopefully, getting your last badge will be a more pleasant experience than trodding through that mound of pigeon droppings on the way to your car.

There, as you start the engine, a voice you never realised you’d been holding back forces its way out, blurting:

‘You know, I really have to find something else to do with my time’.

You half-snatch at the air and slap at your mouth; futile, delayed reactions as it becomes apparent that it’s been gradually taking over the whole time, and now it has the wheel.

Oh well, you shrug, and let go, never imagining how easy it would actually be. Soon, you are off, not sure where you’re headed…

And not looking back.

A contribution by KH Lim

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