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ceceswithnopizza · 3 months ago

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Two weeks after seeing Joshua with another woman, Lorena decides to move on

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, flashbacks are bold and italicized, and I changed Jordan’s name so if you read Mr.Holloway and Mr.Calloway it’s the same person!!!

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Joshua “Josh/Jey” Fatu x Lorena “ReRe/Rena”

Catch up here

2 weeks later

Normally I would’ve been addressed Joshua and his mystery lover, but I’ve come to the conclusion that me and Josh will never work out. We don’t align anymore three years ago I just wanted the sex and occasional fun outing. I’m almost thirty-five I’ve been wrestling since I was fourteen years old and eighteen years old professionally.

Jeys been married he’s had children who are now all in their preteens or older. There’s a strong chance he won’t want to get married or have more children.

Thirty- thirty one was the year I decided that I wanted to have kids, get married and have that dream. Joshua and I just need to go back to being cordial co-workers and he clearly already has someone else to play with.

“What about Joshua?” Trin said as she sat on my bed not helping me get ready at all.

“What about him?” I shrugged holding my still hot curl in my hand as I sprayed it as it cooled down.

“I just think you should talk to him.” She said softly looking at me through my vanity mirror.

“About what? We’re not exclusive and he’s been having his fun. I’m over fun trin I want a family.” I tried to explain but she was starting to get on my last nerve.

Was she here as my best friend or as Joshua’s sister?

“You don’t know that! Were you sure that was him I mean you were kinda tipsy.” She tried to ‘reason’ again.

“Look trinity I love you I do, but lately you haven’t been a very good friend. It seems like you’re here for Joshua and not me.” I calmly explained trying to hide the fact that my heart was beating like crazy.

Having trinity meant the world to me, I didn’t have much other family out here and if I did they didn’t support me. Trin is really all I have. But if she’s not here to be my friend then I don’t know what I’ll do.

“Is that how you really feel?” Trin said hopping off of the bed standing close with me.

“I do lately since yall found out about us. It seems like everything’s about him.” I eased down.

“I’m so sorry you feel like that it’s just, I know you don’t have much blood family I just want you to be happy. And the way I’ve seen you smile with him you don’t even smile like that in the ring. I just want the best for you and I’m sorry if I’ve been pushing.” She said her eyes started to water and mine followed.

“It’s alright!” I said as we hugged tightly slightly rocking from side to side.

Ding dong

“Wait let me answer the door so I can scare him a little.” She upped and let go and ran out to the door. Staying behind hitting post on my instagram pictures as I checked for everything I may need and I walked to the door.

Standing there in all his handsome glory was my Mr.Holloway he stood just under six feet. He has a gray tight plaid suit with a pristine white button up and sleek molten chocolate brown dress shoes. And my favorite flowers pink and white tulips.

“Mr.Holloway” I gazed reaching up at my five’ four stature as we hesitantly broke our hug as he raised my hand with his intertwined and spun me in a slow circle.

“ReRe you are truly sculpted by the gods.” He said as I made a full circle now facing face to face he was already looking down on me with that charming smile that made me flutter ever since high school.

My dress suddenly clung to me too tight, too restricting. I wanted to feel his hands against my bare skin as they rested on my waist. All of a sudden I was that same girl that sat behind the hot football player in high school.

“Yeah yeah you make sure you have her back at what time?” Trin quizzed with a pointing look.

“8:30” he laughed out sending my heart a different rhythm.

“Girl 8:30 the reservations are for 9?” I said finally breaking away from his beautiful face.

“Well it seems to me yall should’ve been hopping on!” She said sounding like somebody’s grandmother.

- At the restaurant

“You’ve been staring at me since we’ve sat down, should I be flattered or concerned?” I teased tilting my head a little with a small smile.

“I can’t help it, you’re a work of art.” He blushed out looking at something that wasn’t me.

“Are you nervous? Do I have the Mr.Holloway nervous?” I gazed in dramatic disbelief leaning back into my chair as he tried to find the words. And he did quickly.

“You always had that effect on me, come on now! Yeah yeah but how’s life treating you?” He asked taking a moment to bask in the scenery of this beautifully lit restaurant. It was like a lit cave in a way. I had always wanted to eat here but they were always booked up.

“It’s amazing I am a champion right now. I’m traveling more than ever, I love what I do.” I beamed.

“And your husband?” He asked

“I don’t have one, or a boyfriend!” I shrugged and for the first time during the night I thought of him again.

“How come? You’ve always wanted to be married and I know now you to go after what you want!” He said taking my hands in his giving me his undivided attention. I guess sensing the change.

“To be honest I was seeing this guy, he’s already been married and had kids. He can never tell me the real but I don’t want to talk about him anymore.” I expressed since when was my life so Joshua focused?

“Well we don’t have to but let me say, it sounds like you’ve got your answer.” He was absolute right shaking off the last thoughts of Jey.

“Come on I want you to see something.” Calling for and paying the check Mr.calloway lead me to the car.

Cause I love you by Lenny Williams began to play.

“Can I sing for you baby?” He said taking my surly nervous hands into his much larger ones. Kissing the back of my hands with his plump, warm, soft lips. A cooling shiver trailed up my arm all the way down leaving goosebumps in their wake.

A eighteen year old Lorena sat in the grass, alone under a nice fragrant magnolia tree on the LSU campus. Her thick glasses heavy in her nose as she poured over her books.

Not paying attention to anything but the pages as she had her headphones in to her brand new iPod an early gift for her upcoming nineteen birthday gift. She didn’t notice when a tall figure stalked over quickly snatching her IPod.

“Whatcha listening to?” Jordan Calloway said before squinting down under the blistering sun.

“You listen to old people music?” He laughed handing it back to the shorter girl who didn’t put up a fight once she saw who it was.

“I don’t listen to old people music I listen to real music something somebody can’t relate too.” She teased back. Smoothing her skirt out under her legs.

“Don’t hate on Nelly”

“How you know I was talking about him?” She pointed with a smirk watching him as he sat down beside her.

“Yeah yeah get with the times” he fired back.

“I can’t I need music that feeds my heart. Sometimes I need to shake a lil something most of the times I need my soul to be feed. My heart to best different.” She went on missing the set stare on his face as he watched her face.

The way his heart swell just like the music she spoke of. She was his music. He felt her with every step he took in every game he played he searched for her even though, he knew she’d would always come even if she said otherwise.

The real ache latched when he realized they wouldn’t work. He was going to the nba he wouldn’t have time. He would’ve given it all up for her if she just said the word.

Which she always knew and as they listened and sang her favorite song she wanted to selfishly let him. But she wouldn’t.

“You know maybe you’ve never been in love like I’ve been in love.” He sang as if he was actually preforming. Laughing as he cracked at the high notes. Laughing through time we ended up at a quaint creek. The water having a crest glow from the moon.

“So first you take me to a nice restaurant, queue my favorite song and then you take me to this beautiful pond-ish thing.” I stared into his hazel eyes that I wanted to fall deep into.

“Nah, ReRe everything besides this and dinner wasn’t planned. But this is.” He said snaking his hands around my waist as I raised my arms fitting them around his neck as we shared a tender kiss that quickly intensified.

“Can I take you home.” He said breaking away laughing at what must have been my face.

The kiss truly felt like we were the only two people. In an Adam and Eve way.

“Please” I basically moaned out.

Meanwhile

Joshua paced and paced in his hotel room it was been almost three weeks since he had seen Lorena.

“Uce you gonna give yourself a nose bleed all that pacing damn?” John said irritated at his twin this had been happening for almost an hour. Joshua seemed zoned out throughout their entire day.

“Man shut up, why hasn’t she talked to me?” He asked pausing for the moment making John smack his teeth.

“Why haven’t you talking to her- probably since you been busy fucking that giant.” He tried to whisper that last part but not really.

“Huh?” He said for the first time today giving his full attention to John.

“She’s far from dumb she probably saw yall leave the club. I mean Trin tried to distract her at the bar but I don’t think it really worked.” He shrugged.

Lorena had been around for a while and he had gotten used to her so when Joshua and GiGi started messing around he got weird having to choose between someone he considered a best friend/sister-in-law and his twin but he had already chosen. He felt awful for Lorena but stood where he always had. Beside Joshua.

“Shit, I need to talk to her.” he said rushing out before John could say anything about the Mr.Calloway character.

Lorena and Trinity’s talk?

Jey and GIGi?

Trinity distracting Lorena at the bar?

Mr.Calloway?

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dragons-bones · 9 months ago

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FFXIV Write Entry #15: Lux Solaris

Prompt: deodate (free write) || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Spoilers for Dawntrail.

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It was in the heart of the Meso Terminal, before the throne of the Queen Eternal, that Synnove discovered just what the fuck had been going on with her Dreadwyrm Protocol.

The Protocol was the most strictly-maintained of all her spells, the one most rigidly bound off from every array in her grimoire with pages of page-blocks to ensure its core programming didn’t leak into any of the carbuncles. It was also the spell that had seen the fewest modifications—in fact, beyond locking out Galette and then ensuring the smooth linking between it and her Phoenix Protocol, it was otherwise unaltered from what Prin had given her years ago. It was a perfectly functional spell, did exactly what it needed to rain down untold destruction, and if Synnove never had to manipulate the Dreadwyrm’s aether again in her life, it would be too soon.

(Too, there was the fact Synnove was still mad as hell that Prin hadn’t exactly divulged just what the spell it had gifted her had been. The coding had been so alien to her eyes that she hadn’t recognized it not being a mere variation on Allagan egis, and, well, she always did her initial testing with Galette—

IDENTIFY THE ENEMY YOU WISH TO ANNIHILATE.

—suffice to say it was a good thing she’d gone out to test the damned thing on Seal Rock when the island wasn’t being used for wargames. Bad enough both she and Galette had spent the next sennight coming down from the resulting panic attack.)

But that meant she was keenly aware of when the Protocol began to behave oddly. It was how she had first noticed Phoenix’s aether beginning to strengthen, back on the First, which in turn had led to her and Urianger and Alphinaud and Alisaie losing their collective minds as they build out a demi-primal array from scratch.

The past few moons hadn’t seen quite as a drastic change in the Protocol as had been on the First. No, it had been far more subtle; strange bits of…not stagnation, but frequent shifts toward umbral polarity, even a faint hint of Light at some points. Less rage had filtered through the Protocol, that millennia of hatred barely tempered by its filtering through a mere demi-primal that always accompanied an activation of the Dreadwyrm Protocol, instead more of a cool, calculating regard.

And now, here in this space made of levin and electrope, Synnove had activated the Protocol, and what had answered was not the lesser form of the Dreadwyrm.

This demi-primal was white as Light, and its draconic shape was more closely aligned with what a son of the First Brood would have looked like, and not the warped abomination he become under Ascian influence. Its head lacked eyes, however, and strange crenellations crested its head and neck. A crown of Light wheeled above that crest, and its wings—

—its wings were gods-be-damned fucking SWORDS.

It was only a heartbeat between the activation of the Protocol and Ivar becoming the control core of the demi-primal. Synnove could feel her youngest son’s bafflement in the back of her mind, and knowing he was all right was about the only way she didn’t panic in the middle of a battle.

And then, in a cool, crisp voice, echoing with multiple tones through her mind like clarion bells:

LIGHTWYRM SUBROUTINE NOW ONLINE. SUMMONER PRIME LOCATED. DESIGNATION: SYNNOVE GREYWOLFE. REFULGENT LUX GRANTED TO SUMMONER PRIME. SUNFLARE GRANTED TO SUMMONER PRIME.

“What,” Synnove said intelligently, “the fuck.”

The demi-primal stretched its right wing, and one the Queen Eternal’s attendant drones slammed into and broke into pieces. Synnove, jolted back to awareness, dodged through the chaos to return to the safety of Heron’s back and rejoin the battle properly.

“Synnove, what the fuck?!” Rere somehow made the question a part of the ballad she was weaving to bolster their attacks.

“I don’t know!”

ANNHILATION TARGET DETECTED. QUERY: SUMMONER PRIME, DOES THIS UNIT HAVE PERMISSION TO ENGAGE?

“Yes,” Synnove said, already casting a Ruin III spell. “With extreme prejudice!”

The strange not-quite-a-dragon seemed to regard the Queen Eternal. And then it opened its mouth, and R O A R E D.

PROTOCOL: EXODUS ACTIVATED.

Light filled the Interphos, the same brilliant radiance that had answered Hydaelyn’s call during Her test, deep in the aetherial sea. And then it exploded, and the Queen Eternal howled her rage.

“SYNNOVE WHAT THE FUCK.”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

“So, I think I know what the fuck.”

Nearly a moon after successfully saving the world—again—the mages of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn (sans Urianger, who was still off somewhere with Thancred, and he was going to be outraged he’d missed this) clustered around the table in one of the conference rooms of the Baldesion Annex. Synnove sat cross-legged on the table itself, fist propping up her cheek, Galette around her neck, and Ipomoea primly loafed in her lap. The Highlander knew she looked as she always did after a research binge: hair a disaster, clothes wrinkled from being slept in, circles beneath her eyes.

The only thing missing was chalk dust, and that was only because she’d been up to her eyeballs in unspooled carbuncles for the past damned moon.

Krile reached forward and tapped at an Allagan projection device built into the table. It lit up immediately, copies of a subset of arcanima array now floating in the air for easy view.

“Let the record show we’ve got a segment of the Dreadwyrm Protocol on display,” Synnove said tonelessly.

G’raha, acting as the meeting scribe, chuckled quietly, but did as requested.

“This bit is the manifestation coding, it’s basically the mathematical image of the Dreadwyrm that the Allagans put together. What’s on display now is what Prin gave me. And this—”

Ipomoea blinked her eyes with an audible shuttering sound. The array changed.

“—is what it looks like as the Lightwyrm Protocol.”

“Well, that’s a significant change,” Alphinaud said slowly, his eyes wide. “I can see the similarities that we can assume are for ‘dragon,’ but what commands for unaspected aether are now for Light.”

“I want the bits that make the sword wings,” Alisaie said. “That is inspired work.”

Alphinaud barely restrained a sigh, glancing heavenward instead for strength as everyone else chuckled.

“I can see where the commands are branching off to affect spells like Astral Flow,” Y’shtola murmured thoughtfully. “Still following the framework you created for demi-primals. But you can still access the Dreadwyrm Protocol?”

“Mmm,” Synnove said. “But have to do this one first. Then in sequence, it’s Dreadwyrm, back to Lightwyrm, then Phoenix, then the cycle repeats. I can’t say I’m not too mad about that, s’nice not to have my trauma shoved in my face whenever we need some extra firepower.”

“Probably has to do with balancing the Light aether, though I can’t figure out how just yet,” Krile said.

Synnove inclined her head. “That’s my theory at the moment, but I’ll need to do more testing. Regardless, that brings me to this.”

Ipomoea blinked again. A different array now floated above the table, causing everyone to frown.

“Is that a message array?” Alisaie said. “Like the Arcanists’ Guild uses for courier work on their carbuncles.”

“It is very similar,” Synnove said, and gently tapped Ipomoea’s head. The sapphire carbuncle twitched her left ear a perfect fifteen degrees, and the array display zoomed in. “You all see this bit of sigilwork and equation here?”

Murmurs of ascent.

“The one time I saw this,” Synnove said, enunciating clearly, “was in Elpis. When Venat sat down with me and the girls, and showed us the full spell frame for her traveler’s ward.”

Five pairs of eyes just stared at her. Synnove raised her eyebrows, waiting. She’d had her moment of garbled cursing three days ago when she’d found that damn signature.

“Are you telling us,” Y’shtola said slowly, “that this new Protocol was made by Hydaelyn Herself?”

“My dearest, darling friend and partner in magical crime,” Synnove drawled, “that is exactly what I’m telling you.”

Krile was covering her face with her hands. “Oh, great good gods, we’re going need to put this under the strictest lock they have in Noumenon,” she groaned.

G’raha was still frantically writing. “I’m not wholly sure I’d trust it to stay safe even there,” he said. “My vote would be to store it up at Bestway Burrows, or perhaps with the Watcher.” He glanced up at Synnove. “This is more for my own amusement than any record keeping, but what did Rereha say about this particular revelation?”

“She said, quote: ‘Oh, cool, Mom decided as a last hurrah that she could get in a last round of one upmanship on the Ascians and design a better dragon.’”

Alisaie and Krile were both giggling before Synnove had even finished talking. Alphinaud didn’t try to stifle his sight this time, while Y’shtola and G’raha exchanged rueful looks.

Synnove merely shrugged, ignoring Galette’s resulting grumble. “She’s probably not wrong.”

“Oh, the loporrits are going to adore that,” Krile said around her giggles. “Sword wings.”

“Sword wings,” Synnove said. And grinned.

#ffxivwrite2024 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #dawntrail #spoilers #7.0 spoilers #oc: synnove greywolfe #oc: rereha reha #synnove's carbuncles #krile baldesion #y'shtola rhul #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur #g'raha tia #dt's writing

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rerejunebug · 2 months ago

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Boaz Priestly x Sam Winchester

Sam liked being at Stanford; he was living a normal life when he pretended the hunting didn't happen..He even had some friends and a girlfriend, her name?

Jessica Moore, she was nice and a good person and practically perfect for him! His friends practically always tried to get him to go to the parties but they weren't really his thing..But, one time they actually convinced him to go..it was like at the end of the first semester; he was surprised to see Ophelia Priestly there she was actually more of someone kind of like him in the way family issues at home for sure..She was raised in a catholic household but he didn't really know how growing up in a household like that cause John wasn't really religious along with Dean....And Mary? He wouldn't know...Sam decided to head off to a side table to grab some drink out the cooler...of course it was full of beers with some waterbottles(but not a lot)he didn't want to get drunk so he just grabbed a waterbottle, then just shut the cooler. Suddenly he jumped up in being stunned by a hand on his shoulder prepared to defend himself "Hey dude have you seen Ophelia?"

The slightly shorter guy with his hair in small liberty spikes and his hair dyed a magenta or some kind of fuchsia, some sort of pink? Is that eyeliner around his eyes? He also had like piercings; two earrings on each ear, labret, and a nose ring on the left side of his face, and a stupid shirt it was a light shade of blue and it had black lettering on it 'Orgasm Donor'...Sam needed to ask this punk guy's question quickly but he was blanked out how much he looked like his brother Dean...but like PUNK?! Sam quickly stammered out and lightly turned on but at least he wasn't hard...That would be embarrassing! "Uh yeah but what do you want from her?" This punk didn't seem trustworthy especially because he has never seen this guy at the campus before...

The guy laughing his green eyes looking in Sam's hazel ones "She's my sister don't get your panties in a twist baby boy." Sam felt his face turn light pink he felt embarrassed by him.. apologizing to this punk "It's actually Sam not baby boy...and sorry you just don't really look related? You are?" The punk grinning "Priestly..it's fine people don't really look for the similarities between us plus I'm not nearby usually. Hell I don't even go to college just traveled here to make sure my lil sister is alright cause she doesn't answer my calls anymore...But I gotta say I got distracted by a cute guy that goes by Sam.."

Taglist: @unholyshrine @jerksbitch forgot who else would want to be tagged

Author's note: BTW Priestly posted this cause Rere isn't in front right now..hope you liked it

#sam winchester #boaz priestly #crossover #Headcanons included #wincest #well kinda #dean winchester

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magic-is-something-we-create · 1 year ago

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

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

Basics about me:

he/him or they/them, Mid 20s

Favorite genres: Fantasy, SciFi, Horror, Mystery

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

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

Basics about my WIPs:

THE MILLENNIUM SAGA

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

WHISPERS

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

THE LOST

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

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

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

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

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cosmic-nightlight · 6 months ago

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Welcome to Cosmo's Blog!

Blog run by @renare456 (call me Rena or Rere)

✨Cosmo✨

A skeleton who spends most of his time traversing through the multiverse with his lantern staff in hand. He claims to originate from an AT of Outertale (he is not a Sans) but his aesthetic/colors are a little off from the normal attire of Outertale. Still, he calls it home whenever he grows tired from his travels.

He relies on the power of the star in his lantern staff to open star shaped portals to AUs. Unless he focuses on a specific AU he remembers his portal takes him to an AU at random. Through his time of traveling he has made friends with (mostly) the Star Sanses and some others. At first he did his best to not get involved with multiverse affairs but finds himself inspired to help where he can. He is no fighter but he can be a guiding light for those in need.

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Ask Cosmo (or even me) anything! Give him things! He'll appreciate it <3

This blog is mainly for me to have fun with my lil guy Cosmo. Expect mostly doodles posted here of my little goober interacting with other characters and answering any asks he gets. Gay skeletons will most likely ensue.

-Rena

#undertale aus #undertale oc #utmv au #utmv oc #utmv #cosmo #cosmic nightlight blog

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theauthorlives · 11 months ago

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There is silence in the Mindscape, and while normally that might be cause for alarm, in truth it is because a certain silver-tongued reptilian Side has convinced everyone to take a break. And so, silence was heard throughout the mind.

Except, of course, for one Duke, who has decided that this break means he can (and will) burst into his brother’s room, kicking the door open with a loud, “ROMAN!!”

His hands are cupped, and almost seem to be delicate, as if he were holding something easily broken.

“RoRo, you know how you said that I can’t make anything nice and that everything I make is probably always gonna be inappropriate?” Here, he reveals what is in his hands. A small, grumpy looking Sphinx kitten mews up at the Duke. “Look who made something nice!!”

@starsadored

The silence was... unsettling. Yet, at the same time, it brought a peculiar sense of comfort.

Roman was initially tempted to ignore the "request" (more like an order) and continue brainstorming lyrics about summer evenings, but he decided against it. An old, weathered book was taken off the shelf dedicated to only the most precious items for inspiring Thomas, and the prince relaxed into his mini throne of pillows at the top of the bed.

It was nice. Being able to read without feeling it needed a purpose, or needed to be inspiration for something... It was very nice indeed. He should try this more often.

Of course, when you were the unlucky prince, things never went as intended.

"Sweet Persephone -!" The shout from his twin came out of nowhere, and the book was thrown into the air in fright. Roman had to scramble to catch it before it was damaged in any way, and only after that would he shoot a glare at Remus.

But there was no jeering remark. No comment about catching Roman off-guard. Instead, Remus had a purpose to the visit, something important hidden inside the cupped hands. The Creative Prince exhaled slowly, recognising that this was not an act of being an annoying sibling. He needed to make a similar effort in return. No immediately dismissing his twin.

Gingerly, Roman climbed out of the bed, putting the book aside, and approached his brother as Remus spoke. The words - as honest as ice is smooth - jabbed into Roman like an onslaught of arrows. The question hung in the air for a moment.

"... I suppose I did say that, yes. Why do you ask?"

Remus, rather than being verbally answered, instead responded through the gesture of revealing what was being carried. It could have been anything, and in that split second, Roman had to swat any assumptions away.

The war is over, Roman. You're trying to make amends, Roman.

No assumption could ever have prepared him for the answer of 'a kitten'. Crouching down, Roman was silent as he took in the sight. It was a kitten. No multiple heads, no toxins oozing out, no sounds of the untold terrors that should only lurk in the darkest of nightmares.... Just a kitten.

Then, finally, a smile appeared. "I think 'nice' is an - an understatement. They're beautiful, Re." He should be using the childhood nickname of 'ReRe', but he still needed a little longer before he felt 'ready' for that. Hopefully the softer tone would indicate something positive. "Have you a name picked?"

#rov; a princely summon #starsadored #(brb getting emotional about the brothers again)

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petroltogo · 2 years ago

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

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

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

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

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loen-kennededy · 2 months ago

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This you?

Get me out of there!!

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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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“The shade of missing”

A sonnet sequence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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