#and that gay little elf she hangs out with

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I love your dunmesh art sm ahh (that me screaming) .... have u drawn falin yet?

i have now !!

[noctivagant-corvid]

love me, normally !

(( THE COURT SANCTIONED GHOSTKNIFE FIC! full fic below cut))

in william’s defence, he didn’t mean to confess. it just kinda… happened.

it all started with- well, technically, it all started with a tick hiding in the grassy cliffs back in deadwood who decided it hated him in particular. two months later, he was hobbling through the world with a lyme’s disease diagnosis. oh, joy. 

this isn’t about his chronic illness though. it’s about his disaster confession.

william’s family originally had him stay with tide via the WATCH Gives Back program (a funding program that gave disabled kids access to schools that could help them for free), which put him in a school that worked with lyme’s. when in school, there were ramps and elevators and his cane could take the weight he needed most days. but once he left school, he was on his own for all that, aside from the cane.

today, his body decided to Not. he was slowly, painstakingly, attempting to walk home while his knees begged him to lay down on the ground and let nature run it’s course.

vyncent sol, with his well timed perception, noticed him wincing with every step, and offered to carry him home. great! amazing! no pain! gay disaster! Haha!

listen. you try being bridal carried by the guy you’ve had a Big Gay Crush on for a little over a year and not saying something stupid.

“i’m in love with you.” he blurts out, and vyncent stops walking. 

william is going to die here. he is going to explode right here in vyncent’s arms half way to his house and it’s going to be so pathetic and unbelievably unattractive.

“what?” vyncent says, head cocked to the side like a dog. william wants to fall through the floor right now. he thinks he should be allowed to just fall into the ground and then curl up and die. as a treat.

“nothing haha don’t even worry about it man its nothing i was just fucking with you ha uh i’m gonna go now-” his words rush out without enough pauses to be understandable, and he’s trying to wriggle out of vyncent’s arms but he’s not letting go, and william is going to spontaneously combust and they’ll have to scrape him off the sidewalk for a funeral. tide’s going to be devastated. dakota will probably laugh. 

“no, you said you were in love with me. what does that mean?” vyncent asks. because william has the worst luck ever and the guy he’s in love with is from a different fucking planet. (and has elf ears. and a tail. ashe has been calling him a monsterfucker since she found out william liked him. he’s been pointedly ignoring it.)

“i, uh, can we not talk about this here?” he says, gesturing to the open street. he’d rather not explain the concept of romance to vyncent in the middle of the sidewalk. he’s also pretty sure he’s red as the devil, and if he doesn’t get into air conditioning soon he’ll burn slap up.

vyncent nods, still looking confused. “we can go to mine?”

william nods. the off-world program vyncent had come here with set him up with a pretty nice apartment, and they usually went there after school if they were gonna hang out. it was where the two of them held their movie nights, which usually ended with either a long winded debate that had them up till the sun peaked out, or both of them conked out before the credits rolled.

a few awkward minutes of silent walking later, vyncent carries him inside while the doorman stares like they’d just told him his momma had grown a third eye and was dining with the fae. vyncent shifts william over to one arm to unlock the door, and this does nothing to william, no siree, not at all, no way. he’s placed down unceremoniously on the beat up brown couch that had come with the place, and vyncent positions himself on the other side, sitting criss cross applesauce.

“explain.” he says, tail flicking behind him absentmindedly. william brings his knees to his chest- ow- and tries to make his words work.

“uh, well, it’s like-” he stumbles for a good way to describe it. “your parents, back on Fauna, were they like, married or whatever the equivalent was?” vyncent nods. 

“right, so they were like, in love then, and stuff. NOT THAT I WANT TO GET MARRIED! it’s just like, the easiest comparison to make, uh, most people would date not get married but really it’s nothing we can just like go back to being friends-” he needs to be put down. euthanized, even. 

because the lord above decides he gets to have a good time every once and a while, vyncent cuts him off. “what’s dating like? what do you do?”

“uh- hang out, go on dates- those are like, hang outs but just two people-, kiss, cuddle. stuff like that.” 

“we do all of that, though? except for the kissing.” vyncent says, eyebrows furrowing. he pauses for a second, as if considering something. “kiss me.”

william stops breathing. “what?” he says, voice cracking half way through. 

“kiss me.” vyncent reiterates, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “so that i know if i want to.”

“vynce, a relationship shouldn’t be built on if you want to kiss or not- i mean, it can, but that’s not what i want, you know, communication and all that, uh, really we don’t have to do anything if you don’t like me like that it’s fine.” vyncent is squinting at him again. william fights the urge to cover his face with something.

“being in love with someone- is it like, when you wanna be around them all the time, like more than other people? and you like holding hands and sharing food and you think they’re super cool?” he asks, like he’s trying to figure out the plot of a book nobody told him about. 

william nods. “uh, yeah, that’s one way to put it.” vyncent nods solemnly. 

“okay. i’m in love with you too, then. can we try the kissing thing?”

holy shit, he’s going to pass out. this is it. This is the end of his sad little gay life. he’s going to die and come back as a ghost and haunt vyncent for killing him with his bluntness. He’ll use a blunt axe to kill him for poetic justice, or whatever.

he snaps back to reality when vyncent calls his name. “will? did i say something wrong?” 

“NO! no, you’re fine, i, uh, fuck, yeah we can. we can kiss, if you- if you want.” ok, yeah, he’s doing this. he’s going to kiss vyncent sol and he’s going to be soooo normal about it. yup. He’s awkwardly leaning in before he can second guess himself. 

distantly, william remembers that there had been a kissing scene in two of the movies they’d watched, so vyncent is at least aware of what the concept is. which is good, because if he’d had to explain kissing, he would probably have a heart attack.

honestly, it’s more of a press than a kiss, just skin on skin, but will’s too caught up in the fact that he’s kissing vyncent sol to care. they pull back. vyncent is grinning. William probably has a matching dopey smile. “we should do that more.” vyncent says, and william just makes a broken sound of agreement. they should absolutely do that more.

after a few minutes, his brain starts functioning again, and they work out that william will stay here for the night so he doesn’t have to walk home. also, they are dating now. discussed in that order. he has to take another few minutes after that before he opens up his phone to text tide that he won’t be home while vyncent orders chinese takeout (will has to help him with the credit card section of the form).

tide doesn’t respond, which is weird, and then he gets a text-

famous twitch streamer ashes2ashes: i think mark and tide are banging

william puts his phone down. and on silent. he will deal with that later, or possibly never.

anyways, he can’t tell you what movie they watched, but he ended up laying on vyncent’s chest and they both fell asleep before they got an hour in. also, vyncent purrs.

[vigilskeep]

what’s Bea’s thoughts/relationships with the companions so far? any interesting dynamics?

yeah i’m having a lot of fun w them!!

she gets along well with solas, her chantry opinions sometimes grate but she’s so inquisitive and he loves to explain. he’s so strange to her, she’s never truly talked to a mage before let alone an elf who acts so unlike the elves she’s interacted with. she’s too young and uncertain to mind at all being talked down to a little bit; she sees him as a scholar and wants him to think she’s worthy of holding intellectual conversations with

she thinks varric is an exciting dashing rogue to hang out with because she doesn’t have the context to realise he’s also a nepo baby. she just read the tale of the champion very wide-eyed

she wants cassandra to approve of her so bad. was definitely not lying about not having heard the saving-divine-beatrix-from-dragons story in order to hear it from the woman herself and definitely did not go into an “oh maker i lied to a seeker” panic after

i didn’t expect her to care that much about blackwall but her mother being a warden changes things a lot. microdosing on my absent mother’s approval by having literally any warden say they like me. he makes her feel safe

a bit nervous around the iron bull, they just met and haven’t fought together yet. free marchers and ostwick in particular have a lot of anxiety abt the qunari so i don’t imagine she’s ever heard much good, but as always she’s also painfully curious

suuuuper intimidated by vivienne. very respectful to her

sera is such a shock compared to everything she knows and the way people usually talk in her presence and she’s also pretty and bea is a little uncertain what to do about any of this

was wary of dorian on first meeting but i think she’ll be pretty close with him after the whole in hushed whispers thing, i see that being a strong friendship. which is interesting i don’t normally bring him out much but gay rich kids who love books flock together ig

[archangeldyke-all]

With the holidays around the corner can we get a ‘Christmas with sevika’?🥺I feel like she’d be the type to get really into decorating and making cookies and such🎄

anon idk if you've seen the arcane promo christmas art where sevika's grumpily wearing a paper crown in the background... but it's the cutest thing ever.

men and minors dni

until she meets you, sevika doesn't care about christmas.

but during your first christmas together, she has a change of heart.

she comes home from work one day to the apartment fully decorated, the smell of cookies in the oven, and the sight of you dancing around in a santa hat to chirstmas music as you string lights around the tree in the living room.

she thinks it's ridiculous, but she doesn't protest when you pull an elf cap around her ears and dangle mistletoe over your heads, kissing her hello.

she spends that first christmas slowly losing her grinch tendencies.

how could she be grumpy about the crazy holiday traffic when you're singing along to christmas carols in the passeger seat beside her? or when you're pressing a mug of hot chocolate (spiked with her favorite whiskey) in her hands? or making a new batch of cookies once a day, sending her off to work with a dozen to share with her co-workers? (she never shares btw-- your cookies are way too good for her to give 'em away.)

when the next year rolls around, sevika's actually a little excited for christmas.

she's missed the mistle toe hanging from the ceiling in your apartment. sure, she can kiss you whenever she wants, but she likes the tradition, likes pulling you under the little sprig and pointing up, watching the flustered smile that spreads across your lips when you realize what she's done.

she's missed the twinkling christmas lights, the gentle way they illuminate the dark apartment as the days get shorter and shorter.

she's especially missed your cookies.

you're surprised when she helps you decorate, but you don't say anything. you simply watch in adoration as she reaches up to place the star on top of the tree, licking your lips when her waist is exposed from her top riding up as she stretches.

she even starts buying her own decor to add to the apartment-- snowman themed blankets for the couch, those sticky clingy things for the window, a 'mrs. clause' lingerie set for you...

by the time you guys are married-- sevika's more into christmas than you are.

she goes all out decorating your front yard. lights lining your roof, blowup characters in the yard, ornaments on all your shrubs and bushes-- your house is The House of the neighborhood.

she buys three trees each year, one for the living room, one for the bedroom, one for her home office.

the only thing she doesn't do is bake cookies. she refuses to even try. claims that they won't be as good, because they 'won't have your love in 'em, babe.'

she lovessss the claymation christmas movies from back in the day. will have one playing at all times.

and in the month of december, she's always sure to carry around a sprig of mistletoe in her back pocket, so she can sneak attack you with kisses at any moment.

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[star-kissed583]

Prideful event | Dark + Yandere

Summary: “ Yandere stood in front of Dark, having puppy dog eyes as she stood holding a hair brush and some hair ties.”

Yandere every year goes to the pride event in the city, usually going with Wilford. But now with Wilford out of state for a while, she’s determined to convince her mom, Dark, to come with her this year.

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| 3rd Person POV |

Dark was sitting in his office, simply finishing some files that he had left.

Papers were strewn about on the desk-yet there was a three picture frame sitting on his desk that was protected from the mess.

One of the pictures was of him and Wilford and a little boy, Yandere, that was being cradled in Dark's arms.

The second picture was of Wilford and the little Yan during Christmas time. Wilford was dressed like an elf while Yandere had a Christmas dress on with a Santa hat. Yan had basically begged to get that dress.

The last picture-Yandere had taken the pic. It was of Dark and her out in a park for a picnic. She was already grown as a teenager girl. Both had flower crowns on that Yandere had made.

Dark glanced at the picture frame with a soft smile.

Until suddenly his door was slammed open.

In came a teenage girl running. Her trans colored skirt fluttering softly while her hair was in a loose.

"Mom!!" The girl, Yandere, giggles happily.

Dark sighs and turns to his daughter, "How many times do I have to tell you not to slam my door? What's so urgent?"

"Well, since papa isn't in state right now-he can't go to the pride event happening in the city with me. So can you come with me? Pleeease!!"

Yandere stood in front of Dark, having puppy dog eyes as she stood holding a hair brush and some hair ties.

"I'm sorry princess but I don't think I can. I have a lot to work on-". Dark tried explaining

"You only came to one once! C'mon mom! It will be fun! You'll love it!"

"Princess, I would love to but I have all this work to do" Dark looks at his daughter, seeing her pout.

"Can you at least do my hair??" Yan asked, holding up some hair ties and a brush.

Dark was about to reject again, only to see her puppy dog eyes once more. With a sigh, he nods and stands up. He lets Yan sit on his chair while he grabs the items, "Why don't you call your dad while I do this. A braid correct?"

Yan nods, pulling up Dark's computer and FaceTiming Wilford.

After a couple of rings, Will responded with a bright smile, "Oh my two darlings! How are ya?!"

Dark smiles softly, "Hello Will" he responds as they worked on Dutch braiding Yan's hair-letting Yan speak about her day.

"-And today is the annual pride event in the city!"

"Oh sounds like fun, I'm assuming Dark and you are gonna go together this year!"

"Well...mom says he can't go cause of 'work'!" Yan gave a sad pout as she huffs softly.

Wilford stops doing whatever he was doing and looks at the screen, "Really? Now Darkling, why would you say that! Why not take a break and go out with our girl! You deserve a break"

Yandere turned to look at Dark with pleading eyes, seeing the internal conflict of her mom.

After a bit of thought, Dark sighs and nods, "alright fine...we'll go" he mumbles but smiles at seeing how excited Yandere got.

Wilford chuckles, "Take pictures for me and tell me how it goes. I'll leave you two to get ready" he says, saying goodbye to his daughter and husband before hanging up.

Dark smiles as he shakes his head, "Let me put things away and we can get ready"

Yandere clapped her hands, helping Dark tidy up the desk.

When they both were finally ready to leave, Dark's body had shifted just a little. They fixed the suit they had on, making sure the pins that Yandere gave them showed. It was the gender-fluid flag and a gay flag.

Dark had driven them to the city in their fancy car. It was a struggle to find a parking spot-but finally they did. Along the way to the event, Yandere was in charge of the music. Dark always had an interest to hear what type of music their daughter liked.

Getting out of the car, Dark saw the bright happy smile of Yandere. She grabbed their wrist, happily leading them to the festival.

Entering the event, it was a splash of colors and loud music. It almost convinced them to back out, but seeing how excited Yandere seemed made them stay. Dark let their daughter direct them around, buying her anything she wanted.

A Yelp escaped Dark when suddenly Yandere's arm wrapped around their shoulders, seeing she was holding a camera in front of the two.

"Picture mom! I want to hang this up on my bedroom with my other family pics!"

"Alright, anything ya want hon."

And Dark smiled, allowing the camera to capture the moment.

Even though Dark resisted to come to the event before-they didn't regret joining their daughter to the event. On Dark's desk sat a new picture in a small, rose gold picture frame.

[darksynkka]

OC Ask Thing

thank you @tadpole-apocalypse :)

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I… uh… I can’t draw worth crap but I thought it might be fun to try and draw him anyway, and this one turned out the best

Name: Anirin, no last name (yet)

Nickname(s): the party sometimes calls him “Rin” for short

Pronouns: he/him

Star Sign: not really applicable but I feel like he gives off Libra energy 

Height: haven’t really thought of it but in every screenshot I’ve taken of him, he always looks a little taller than Gale so I’m rolling with it

Orientation: Gay

Race: Drow Half-Elf (sort of)

Romancing: Gale (I initially had him romance Astarion but the more I wrote about him, the more he kind of took on a life of his own and insisted on being with Gale) 

Fave Fruit: haven’t thought of it but I would say strawberries

Fave Season: Winter (he likes silence and winter just gives this air of peace and quiet)

Fave Flower: He doesn’t really have one. They’re all alchemy ingredients to him 

Fave Scent: vanilla

Coffee Tea or Hot Chocolate: I would say tea, but he’d honestly prefer something a little stronger – like a good wine (he really enjoys hanging out with Shadowheart and sharing a bottle, she’s his bestie)

Average Sleep Hours: he’s lucky if he gets 4 hours partially because of the Bhaal-induced nightmares but also because he’s really paranoid that he’ll hurt someone else like Alfira. 

Dogs or Cats: at the start neither, but Scratch has endeared him to dogs and Tara’s really grown on him. Anirin is much more partial to owlbears, gnolls, worgs, intellect devourers, etc. He collects them like Pokémon 😅

Dream Trip: I think he’d love any trip where he can just relax but he wouldn’t be opposed to visiting some of Faerûn’s more remote areas and dig up their secrets

Amount of blankets: he usually only sleeps with one blanket, he doesn’t need any more than that (except when he does)

Random Fact:

whenever Anirin goes for his persuasion/deception checks, I like to think that he subconsciously mimics Gortash’s tone and mannerisms

He respecced from sorcerer to bard in Act 3. After rejecting Bhaal, he had his magic completely taken away. It was a bit of a rough adjustment period, but his friends helped him through it. 

He’s a very skilled alchemist (he makes all the potions and poisons in the camp) but a terrible cook

pre-tadpole sketch just because

tagging @crossdressingdeath

[wifelinkmtg]

Dominaria United Who’s Hot Speedrun

Please, G-d, they cannot already be doing March of the Machines spoilers come on Phyrexia All Will Be One has been out for like, two weeks. Hnnnnnngh okay here we go.

DOMINARIA UNITED

Mostly disappointing, if I’m being honest! Like hey remember Chris Rallis’ Danitha and Anna Steinbauer’s Radha from last time we were on Dominaria? Hey, no worries if not, here they are:

Extremely hot! I’ve said a great deal about that version of Radha previously. Anyway now here’s versions of them from this set:

Radha, Coalition Warlord (art by Randy Vargas)

Like I’m not complaining, you know, she’s still an absolutely massive elf lady with a huge sword (and you really don’t see enough muscular elves, do you?) but like in comparison to the above version...no, wait, sorry, I changed my mind, she is still extremely hot, I do very much still want her to rail me.

Danitha, Benalia’s Hope (art by Magali Villeneuve)

This, though, is very much a “go girl, give us nothing” moment for Danitha. Which is fine! It’s a fine painting, and Danitha has to cut her Phyrexianized dad’s head off in this story if I recall, so it’s okay if she doesn’t feel quite up to the glamor shots. Not everything should be five-star wifelink material, you know?

Join Forces (art by Aurore Folny)

We do get this nice gay little team-up for the both of them, which feels a little calculated, but I’ll take it. Okay what else we got, Dominaria United?

Elas il-Kor, Sadistic Pilgrim (art by G-host Lee)

Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere! Love a woman just dripping with ichor.

Phyrexian Missionary (art by Mila Pesic)

Ichor AND horrible cyborg parts, even better!

Hang on, do you hear something? A noise, as of distant thunder mixed with the clangor of the factories of Hell? Why, that could be none other than

SHEOLDRED, THE APOCALYPSE (art by Chris Rahn)

All the way from New Phyrexia, the Dross Pits’ lovely Praetor-Thane has strapped herself into an ancient dragon engine: a potent force multiplier both for battlefield devastation and raw sexual appeal. (The dragon engine is a metaphor.)

This set also, in a rare turn of events, has a version of Liliana who absolutely does not make the cut. You really have to fuck up for that to happen.

NEXT TIME ON WIFELINK: THE BROTHERS WAR

Nothing. Like, actually nothing, and I’m not just saying that because I don’t want to have to review yet another set before I get to the good stuff. It turns out Old Phyrexia wasn’t nearly as hot as New Phyrexia. We’re skipping it.

NEXT TIME ON WIFELINK: PHYREXIA ALL WILL BE ONE, AT LONG LAST.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Found Family Masterlist

A Long-Awaited Reunion (ao3) - Archive (Curlylinguist)

Summary: Dan hesitates in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt the intimate moment. He wishes his hands weren't full so he could snap a quick photo of the scene; Phil bending down to rest his head on top of Kath's, her hand gently rubbing between his shoulder blades, Nigel on their other side leaning into Phil, whose arm is slung across his shoulder.

It's been 16 months since Dan last saw them in this exact formation as they wandered round the Saatchi Gallery excitedly pointing out the ancient Egyptian artifacts to one another - but looking at them like this now, settled, comfortable, familiar as ever in each other's presence and it could've just as easily been last week.

Kath and Nigel finally visit Dan and Phil in their new home.

all the lights are shining, so brightly everywhere. (ao3) - commonemergency

Summary: Phil loved his family; the family that he was given, and the family that he had chosen.

Broke, Gay and New in Town (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan Howell was in dire need for a change - he hated his job and his life and he just felt stuck. His grandfather's letter was a blessing that came with an incredible gift: A farm. Dan had no idea how to run a farm but he was willing to give it a try.

He arrived in Stardew Valley with few expectations but even so, he could never have imagined he would encounter magic, otherworldly creatures, corporate conspiracies, so many queer villagers, a secret destiny and right at the centre of it all the love of his life.

candles are how we keep fires as pets (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan tries to convince Phil that no, they absolutely cannot adopt the fire sprite that comes to visit their flat every day. Spoiler: He fails spectacularly.

family (found) (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Dan reflects on his friendship with Martyn.

finding light in the dark places. (ao3) - commonemergency

Summary: (TW) They’re all connected in some way. All have their own stories to tell. If Dan were a better person he’d get to know them more but he always feels like something is holding him back. So they just continue to work in each others spaces, creating things out of dough and making better things with icing. Donna’s slogan is that everything was made with love but he thinks that’s just because she made this thing—they’re just the hands that give it out to other people. One day, Dan thinks, he’ll hope to feel that passionate about something again. Or a story about grief and loss, found family, donuts, and first love.

fortune cookies (ao3) - oqua

Summary: Dan goes with Phil to celebrate Father's Day with the Lesters, and suddenly all his complicated feelings about his own parents come bubbling to the surface.

Basically 11k words of Dan being angsty and the Lesters being wonderful.

home for christmas (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's an almost-homeless twenty year old almost-dropout, and putting his faith in Kathryn Lester is probably the best decision he's ever made.

I Became We (This Christmas Eve) (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Hanging from the ceiling above the counter, in probably the only space in the store that didn’t have icicle lights dangling from it, was a glowing sign that read:

SANTA’S LITTLE HELPER

or,

Dan is an Instagram influencer, and the only thing he takes as seriously as his carefully crafted aesthetic is his hatred of the holiday season. That is, until a certain Christmas elf breaks through the walls he has built.

Laws Of Attraction (ao3) - strawberrysunflower

Summary: When Phil turned twenty-nine, he wrote out a list of all the things he had in his life. One terraced house in Manchester, rented. Two housemates who still buy the cheapest alcohol on offer in Tesco. Three failed long-term relationships.

After a spur-of-the-moment Friday night out on Canal Street, Phil ends up in the bed of a very handsome stranger. It’s a nice yet meaningless distraction from his directionless life. No big deal. Until he bumps into him again. And again. And again…

(Letting You) Sink In (ao3) - obsessive-fics (xoPrincessKayxo)

Summary: When Dan finds himself hostage on a rival pirate ship, it seems like the perfect opportunity to move up the ranks and become captain. What he doesn't expect, however, is the bond he forms with the crew's current captain, Phil.

(Very loosely based on the tv show Black Sails)

Love Isn't Like That (ao3) - adorkablephil (kimberly_a)

Summary: The Lester family is obviously too good to be true.

The Incredibly Domestic Life of Daniel Howell and Phillip Lester (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: A series of drabbles detailing the life of two grown British men. I have a life...

they grew up so nicely, didn't they? (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Cornelia doesn’t just get a boyfriend when she starts dating Martyn, she gets a whole second family too. Kath and Nigel welcome her with open arms and she becomes a pseudo older sister to Phil.

She is there watching from the sidelines as a boy bolts right into Phil’s heart and sets up camp. She gets to watch as Dan and Phil build careers and an internet community and all the trials and tribulations, as well as the pride and happiness, it brings along.

turn this house into a home (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: A 2009-centric fic about starting to find pride in your identity for the first time, and finding family who helps you do that (even if it’s not the family you were born into)

When the Weather Breaks (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Sitting across from Phil on that worn out velvet Starbucks sofa, sharing sickeningly sweet coffees and what they would like to think were hushed giggles, was the first time Dan felt a glimpse at what real love could feel like. or Perception checks, pining, and peppermint mochas.

Your mom, my mom (ao3) - enoon

Summary: He found a family up there in the North, the best kind of family, the one he always wished he had.

It's Dan and Kath talking, essentially.

[noys-boise]

alright since one person (@coffeelovinggayidiot) asked for it i will now talk about a group of ocs i will probably never do anything specific with but who i really love and never really talk about

So at the center of the story we have Mike and Sprout. Mike is a 15 year old trans guy who loves music more than anything, is going through a bit of a depressive episode mostly from school and being a bit of a social outcast and is generally not the most pleasant person to be around at the beginning at least. For contrast we have Sprout who's a little elf guy who got transported here from his little town in the middle of some magical forest mysteriously. He is very caring and simple and wholesome and basically the embodiment of a cozy children's book. That's really my best way of describing him. Naturally he drives Mike crazy but they do end up forming a deep bond eventually.

Most of the "story" (aka the part i focus on the least I'm a character centric person) really just focuses on trying to get Sprout home which is hard because he himself doesn't exactly remember how he got here (there was a storm on the day he was transported but he knows that couldn't have been it and his memories are really foggy) I also kind of want to add an additional mystery but I don't know how seriously I want to focus on this story because I prefer it just being a fun thing for myself. I might add it one day.

Anyways my real favorite part is the side characters. We have:

-Dominic (Dom for short), who's Mike's best friend/kind of crush. he's openly gay but Mike still doesn't think he has any chance with him because he's kind of a popular kid while Mike is a loser (evne though they constantly hang out). he's a bit of a himbo, and definitely a dork. He's really kind and makes friends easily. He plays basketball and takes it very seriously. He doesn't believe in cringe culture, he LOVES hallmark christmas movies for some reason. and bad 80s movies. actually 80s everything

-Irene, Mike's childhood friend. She wants to be cool and mysterious but is mostly just the most chaotic person ever. she smokes weed in her room and her mom doesn't realize somehow. she's an absolute troublemaker. her most important characteristic though is that she loves painting and created an oc named Luna who she just thinks of as the moon's human form. who's a beautiful girl. like really beautiful. like really really beautiful. like r- yup she fell in love with her oc. she totally owns it though, so much so her she her online alias is Pygmalia after the greek myth of the sculptor who fell in love with his own sculpture. Yeah she's one of the characters i really had fun creating. she's a lesbian if i didn't make that obvious by now. She does end up having a real human crush too also.

-Kitty, Mike's old classmate and other crush. They're autistic and their special interest is a fictional anime I made up for this story which is basically about a bunch of students who have fruit names for some reaos who go to space and it has about 6 seasons if i remember right and they end up saving the universe with the power of gay. lots of She-ra and Toh vibes. probably voltron too i never watched that one. Kitty's favorite character is Apricot who other than sharing a name with another character I made and also having a suspiciously similar design to said character, starts off as a villain but ends up falling in love with the main character. i ended up just infodumping about this anime. but i feel like that's on brand for an autistic character like if i was a fictional character I would want someone to just end up talking about falsettos instead of describing me. anyways they're generally kind if a scaredy cat and love cute things a lot and have a lot of plushies. but they do have a darker side. They also only watch anime dubbed because they have dyslexia so they can't read subtitles well although they started learning japanese because that's the power of hyperfixating. Oh and they have an oc for said anime.

-Ally, Kitty's and Dom's mutual friend and later Mike's friend through them. She's the mom friend, she has 3 younger siblings so that makes sense honestly. Her parents are divorced, she prefers being at her dad's place who owns an animal hospital near a forest with a lot of foxes. her favorite animals are foxes. along with cats. she has a cat for herself. she also loves ice skating. her ex best friend betrayed her for the popular girls which is a sour topic for her so she doesn't like people bringing it up too much.

-Seth, Irene's best friend and kind of crush. xe's a.. complicated person. xe can be intimidating at first glance with the amount of tattoos and piercings xe has. xe's a tattoo artist actually. not a drug dealer despite what people assume. xe ran away from home nrc of unsupportive parents but xe misses xir little sister and sometimes writes to her. xe has a secret dream of starting a rock band. xe's generally really introverted and doesn't like to talk a lot which adds to xir mysteriousness. oh and xe LOVES snakes a lot. because of xir gender fuckery xe says a lot that anyone of any gender can be attracted to xem but it does make them queer by default.

-and finally Jordan. Jordan is. he's a bully and a jerk and a homophobe. until he realizes he's bisexual. he has a bit of an obsession with comic books specifically one gay superhero book. which he refuses to admit publicly. and of course he starts to crush on Seth around this time. So definitely a complicated character.

that's it this post is way too long.

[outw4rd]

can’t sleep thoughts full of falin dungeon meshi and that gay little elf she hangs out with

[let-me-iiiiiiiin]

alright, hang on, this might actually be good????

cringe-worthy dialogue aside I can actually see potential in the new expansion. I checked out a more detailed review of the new features. let's go.

Female Dwarves have BEARDS now

Not gonna lie, this is when I realized things may not be so dire. If they hadn't cared at all, they would have just reskinned the dwarves. But they're doing much more than that!! Actual BEARDS for FEMALE DWARVES!!!! I think this really shows that they are not just going to make another cash-grab. Upon closer look I also really like how the crystals look like. It may even make up for the boring faces!!

2. Delves

Honestly at first I thought they were referring to the dwarf-elf hybrids, but then I realized no, they are talking about CAVERN DELVES. As in, DELVING. Slight disappointment, but not too much, because I did honestly enjoy the adventures in the Zaralek cavern. I think more of that might be nice.

3. Universal Dynamic Flight

YES. THANK YOU. I'VE BEEN WANTING THAT. I'VE BEEN WANTING THAT SO MUCH. The option to toggle between the two is also extremely good, especially from an accessibility standpoint.

4. The everything else

Honestly, the features don't look half-bad. I think they might be working with good intentions here, because I can't really see anything wrong with them. They don't really clash with existing features, and they aren't really super flashy, and they don't seem to be clunky. Still unsure about hero talents (because lmao they are really adding sub-classes to sub classes) but let's see how they handle it before roasting the hell out of it.

Now, for the story. (I'm not looking forward to this, but here we go.)

"we witness thrall and anduin having a moment"

*spits water* having a WHAT??

2. Anduin's angst

I do make fun of the cinematic for its dialogue decisions but I am glad that they are not glossing over anduin's gruelling experiences. he is so young but he has been through literal hell, unwillingly and then willingly. It takes time to get acclimatized to (relatively) peaceful existence.

On the OTHER side of this scale, I do dread how they are going to handle this. I read (and write) fanfiction, so I am aware of the many ways fans have written about their favorite characters getting and healing from trauma. Sometimes, it ends up becoming very melodramatic. With how dragonflight was handled, I do hope they will be able to keep this from becoming something of a gag. The chances of anduin's angst becoming pure senseless whump are low, but never zero. Unfortunately.

3. Alleria Windrunner "unique rivalry" with Xalatath

Just say toxic lesbian yuri. We all know what's going to happen. You cannot trick experienced homoerotic subtext readers. "being torn between her own nature and the maddening call of the Void to which she is attuned" that is an INCREDIBLY lesbian description, are you AWARE OF THAT???? A "unique rivalry" whose "twists and turns will come to define the nature of this new conflict", just say it's enemies-to-lovers okay???? love wins. hate also wins cause toxic yuri. Also, her story description has the LONGEST paragraph among the listed NPCs. That alone proves it.

Seriously, just look at what they wrote for Anduin, their specialest little boy:

'Anduin Wrynn: Having survived his ordeal with Domination, he will grapple with his relationship with the Holy Light that he no longer feels worthy of.'

ONE SENTENCE. Whereas Alleria has a whopping THREE SENTENCES in a LONG-ASS PARAGRAPH.

As long as they handle this as homosexually as possible, I am willing to forgive Alleria for "my..... visions..... are not like the others..... (gay)"

4. The Arathi (aka the human tribe in the new zone)

Honestly, no opinions. Depends on how they handle the story.

5. Nerubians (and a possible spider allied race in the future)

Alright, I have a few thoughts on this. We may ask Blizzard for characters of ALL kinds of races, but that depends on whether it's worth it to introduce all these things. (Mainly for money reasons I'm guessing, but also from functionality of the NPC race as a player character, and a variety of other things).

One thing about the playable races is that they are made with all sorts of animations. Sitting, flying, free-fall, kneeling, sleeping, and all those other stuff have their own animations. Some of these you will see whether you do or don't want to (like the pose of your character while they are on a mount).

And without exception, all playable races have to have the essential animations, and they must not look unnatural. Sure, they might look a bit weird, they should not look impossible.

A thing about nerubians is that they are, well. SPIDERS. They have a lot of legs. That's a lot of limbs to coordinate. The designers would need to figure out how to do the animations for something that is almost as long and wide as it is tall, and that's made a lot more difficult by the simple fact that nerubians are SPIDERS. I repeat: SPIDERS. If you cannot imagine a Nerubians riding your Mammoth mount, I assure you, the designers likely can't either.

BUT. Not all hope is lost. Because there is something unique in the concept designs in the Blizzard post...

Please take a look at the image below:

You can see here that while most of these designs are not playable race-friendly, ONE among them is.

This character is bipedal. They seem to have a tail behind them (you might see the shadow between their legs, which, disappointingly, is not a gigantic cock) but we already have characters with tails. Namely, the newly introduced Drachtyr. And while it is not exactly typical to have a character with four arms, it is not too big of an adjustment. THIS character would most likely be able to sit on a mount without trouble.

It is also, remarkably, wearing almost a full set of armor. One notable thing about playable races is that they are all able to have transmogs, which is a thing blizzard wants to make accessible for everyone because it's such a popular feature of customizing your character. The other spider NPC models are only wearing tabards or helms and etc, but this one has: a helmet, a pair of pauldrons, a chest piece, gloves, a waist item, and BOOTS of all fucking things. Also, do you see its pose? That's a classic Horde Night Elf stand (I'm sorry I don't remember their names). Everything about them screams "made for future player gameplay"

I'm guessing that once Xalatath and Alleria make up and have hot lesbian (redacted), the nerubians will join the fold and we will have our hot monster playable race. Rejoice!!

Also, look at these quotes: "Queen Ansurek has embraced these modifications [...] The society of nerubians offers up a citizenry in a variety of forms, some of which we’ve never seen before." This feels like they are really going to do it. I'm guessing we will get them at the end of War Within or at the end of the expansion trilogy. Which is nice! Always wanted to play a weird fucked up race tbh. The Dracthyr are cool, but more variety is always more fun.

6. Kobolds are coming back

Yessss. It's been a moment since I last saw those little fuckers. I hope to see more of them.

7. The everything else

Honestly... This is not looking bad either. I was pretty hasty with my judgement during the first look, but that was because the dialogue just squicked me. I am glad that they are taking this seriously and with great thought, and I hope to see the results in the coming years. I am looking forward to seeing what they do with all these ideas!

ok. i'm going to play now. guardians of dream is out

[luckygrimreaper]

I have thoughts about New Kid, I'm sorry (Part 9)

This is scene lifted directly from the multichapter im working on. It feels waaaay more romantic than intended. Like a real "fellas is it gay..." kind of moment. So I think I might rewrite the scene in the multichapter but I did like how to original version came out so here it is and if I don't end up changing to scene then enjoy the sneak peek of the multichapter I will hopefully finish.

But yes the premise, The New Kid had to dip before going into the Giggling Donkey so when everything goes wrong the remaining three are tasked to come up with a plan, at least now New Kid is free to help.

Ignoring the drama of it, the game is pretty fun when it’s not taken too seriously. Sometimes Cartman really tries to get him to hate himself for joining, but ultimately he’s having a good time. So far the people in Kupa Keep, (somebody help him for that one,) seem like cool dudes to hang out with. At least he won’t be alone for school, he doesn’t remember much, but he gets the distinct feeling being the new kid in school fucking sucks. Either way, not his problem anymore.

What is his problem, however, is the mess of empty boxes lying around the house. Though Ms. Kepler had been on top of emptying the boxes, it seems she had forgotten the actual taking them out of the house part. So after helping put away what he had bought, while Ms. Kepler works to unpack, Jeremy folds up the empty boxes and puts them in the recycling bin. It’s a tedious process, but it’s not all that bad. Ms. Kepler hooked her laptop up to the tv so music plays throughout the house, meaning there was also no need for conversation. It’s peaceful. But the peace is broken by a frantic knock on the door. Jeremy locks eyes with Ms. Kepler and the two look between each other and the door, ultimately Jeremy decides to be the one to bite the bullet and open it.

Which works out because standing on the other side is Craig. He looks simultaneously worried and annoyed. “Hey, are you free yet?” Never a good question to start with.

Jeremy looks back at Ms. Kepler, she shrugs, “I’m good here unless you want to keep working on boxes.” A tempting offer, however, he’s not feeling inclined to leave Craig in the dust.

Jeremy nods and Craig continues, “They were waiting for us. The Wizard King, Princess, and Paladin got captured. Me, Tweek, and Token managed to get away, but we were outnumbered. We need help.” Welp, time to go be a knight in shining armor Jeremy supposes. He holds up a finger and closes the door, rushing upstairs to get dressed and grab his things. He opens the door and the two rush back to the Giggling Donkey.

Jacks looks between the trio for an explanation. Token starts with, “The King had them separate and while separated they were ambushed. I saw them take the Princess upstairs, the King to the kitchen, and last I saw of Butters, he was in the basement.”

Tweek adds, “We stayed out of sight though, we didn’t want to risk them seeing us and trying to lock us out.”

Jacks considers the three before him before snapping his fingers and pulling out his phone, “Thoughts about a little undercover work, Mr. level 12 thief?”

Craig looks unimpressed at first, but that’s his usual state so Jacks doesn’t back down, after a minor stare down he sighs and shrugs. Jacks perks up and grabs his hand and drags him back down to Jacks’ house. Jacks completely ignoring Craig’s complaints about being dragged around and Ms. Kepler’s teasing comment of, “Back so soon?” In favor of tearing to his bedroom, dropping Craig’s hand only once in the room.

Jacks digs through his closet, pulling out a somewhat ragged green dress and a pink wig, throwing both on the bed before going back to digging in the closet. Finally stepping out with a rope belt with empty bags tied to it and an oversized green hoodie in hand. Jacks tosses the hoodie and rope belt at Craig. Jacks then turns to open his desk drawer, revealing several ear accessories including a pair of glue-on elf ears. He holds it up with a smirk.

Craig stares at the ears, “Isn’t that cheating?”

Jacks shakes his head and does a grand gesture, waving his hands around in a manner he hopes is elegant, as if to ask, “Magic, remember?”

He pauses to consider it then concedes, shrugging; no one ever said mages couldn’t do illusion magic so it’s not cheating. “Guess I’ll change in the bathroom quick,” He says. He doesn’t need to use the bathroom to change himself, but it does give Jacks a chance to change into the dress in privacy. Jacks follows him to the bedroom door just to point out the bathroom and close the door once Craig nods back at Jacks.

Craig waits out in the hall for Jacks to finish, which doesn’t take too long shockingly especially considering Jacks not only got into the dress but also put on the wig, ears, and what Craig thinks might also be some makeup. Jacks smiles at Craig, Jacks doesn’t remember dolling himself up like this, but much like with fighting he found himself moving before he can think and he ended up putting on some eyeliner, lipstick, and blush. He kind of wants to see himself in the mirror, though he doesn’t need to, to know he did it right and looks good. Craig for his part doesn’t say anything about it, which considering how Cartman spoke about Princess Kenny Jacks can only consider himself grateful for.

The two instead just rush back to the Giggling Donkey. Token and Tweek seem surprised by the transformation, but much like Craig neither comment on his appearance. Instead, they focus on planning and Token asks, “What do you want us to do?”

The three look to Jacks, whose idea this was in the first place. He pauses considering, eventually, he pulls out his phone, “You two stay close the door and wait until we wave you in. Hopefully, they’ll fall for it and you won’t need to come in until we need to get the other three out, but be prepared to rush in earlier in case plan a doesn’t work.” Jacks looks at the two and they nod.

“What should we be focusing on?” Craig asks.

Jacks quickly types up, “Focus first on figuring out where the other three are, then we should try to find the bard and where he has the stick. If you see a chance to get away and save one of the other three, do it. Otherwise, stay close until we know what’s going on.” Craig nods and Jacks looks at everyone, “We know what to do?” They’re serious as they voice their agreement. Jacks smiles and the four break apart from the huddle they unconsciously found themselves forming.

Token and Tweek stay back a bit as Jacks and Craig approach the door. The two up front link arms and walk inside, the other two then close the gap and hover one of them on each side of the door, staying out of sight. Eyes are drawn to the pair that walk in, but neither gives any indication of knowing. Craig orders Fairy Ale for the two of them and they take a seat. They converse quietly or rather Craig is talking lowly, mostly cracking various deadpan jokes at Cartman’s expense while Jacks silently cracks up. From their sitting place, Jacks can see where they’re holding Cartman in the kitchen.

Jacks attempts to subtly confirm Cartman’s location, though he’s uncertain how subtle it truly was considering all the eyes on him. It doesn’t help that there’s an awful lot of whispering and Jacks swears he hears someone mention the Bard before another person goes upstairs. But he remains calm and keeps his eyes on Craig, who hasn’t given much indication to have noticed anything, though Jacks doubts that he hasn’t.

Their conversation dwindles as Craig runs out of idle chatter and jokes to make, but thankfully not a moment too soon as the Bard comes downstairs. They turn curiously towards the Bard, both keeping their wariness off their faces. But then the Bard exclaims, “Good people! I hope you’re ready to be enchan- encha- enchaaa- en- enchanted!” He stumbles over enchanted but gives no indication that he realizes that the pair aren’t meant to be here and Jacks relaxes minutely.

The Bard steps closer to the center of the room and begins to perform and Jacks doesn’t fake a smile as he quietly claps along to the beat. It’s a bawdy song, but still a good one. With the attention turning from the pair to the Bard, Craig takes his chance to explore upstairs. Jacks nods at the excuse he makes, careful to pretend as if there’s nothing out of the ordinary, and turns his full attention to the Bard under the guise of just enjoying the music.

Truthfully, while he is enjoying the music, he’s really hoping to catch a glimpse of the stick on the Bard. It wouldn’t be difficult to start a dance and move around the room like that and as long as Craig doesn’t take too long he’d have a willing partner to assist him in some pickpocketing. But that all relies on the Bard having the stick on him.

Alas, the Bard doesn’t turn much, never letting his back face the crowd. Jacks can’t tell if it’s just the mark of a good performer or if it’s because the Bard knows he has something to hide. Frustrating. But he refuses to bow down in defeat and instead stands, inviting a random patron to dance. And he figures he can’t look too bad because the other readily agrees and soon Jacks is making his way around the room, dress swishing behind him as he slips from person to person.

Upstairs Craig has better luck with gaining information. He’s quick to figure out which room the Princess is being kept in and to his luck, there’s only one person in the room guarding her. The most difficult part will be taking out the guard quietly, but he didn’t get to level twelve without having put in any work. While the guard isn’t paying attention, he silently opens the door and slips in, and carefully gets away from the guard’s view. Princess Kenny meets his eyes and then looks away so as to not give Craig away.

He sneaks closer then grabs the guard in a chokehold and pulls him back, whispering, “Sneak attack,” as he ‘stabs’ the guard in the back. They play along and drop loose in his hold and Craig pulls them to the ground from the bed. He hops up in the guard’s steed and cuts Princess Kenny loose. He offers a hand as he quietly asks, “You alright, Princess?”

Kenny accepts his hand and nods, “You were just in time.”

The two step down from the bed and leave the room, Craig quietly relays the plan to Kenny. While Jacks didn’t say exactly what the role of the rescued would be, he figures it would be similar to that of the two left outside, staying back until a fight breaks. She gives him a double thumbs up and ducks back into the room she was imprisoned in, leaving the door cracked. Craig heads back downstairs and rejoins the crowd.

He quickly spots Jacks in the crowd being led around by one of the many that had been in the room earlier. Craig slinks through the crowd towards the pair and taps Jacks’ shoulder. Jacks turns and visibility brightens as he registers who’s standing before him. “May I have this dance?” Craig asks. Jacks nods and turns to the guy he was dancing with before and courtesies at him before accepting Craig’s hand. He lets Craig lead them further from anyone else and doesn’t bat an eye when Craig pulls him closer to whisper, “The Princess is secure upstairs. Only the stick and Paladin remain uncounted for.”

Jacks nods faintly and traces an ‘S’ on Craig’s shoulder, waiting until Craig nods in understanding before glancing at the Bard. All the dances weren’t for naught, for he’s spotted the stick on the Bard. Craig nods again and inclines his head, taking a step towards the Bard. Jacks follows his step and the two step and spin, slowly inching closer to the Bard. It’s a subtle rotation around the Bard before Craig dramatically spins Jacks away, the other drawing all attention to him as Craig slips the stick away from the Bard. He passes it to Jacks who slips it into his dress where no one would dare outright touch. The two then continue their rotation as if nothing had changed.

Then the door to the basement busts open and Butters steps out. Chaos breaks and Jacks plays the part of scared damsel and curls closer to Craig as he pulls them back and closer to the front door. Princess Kenny hearing the commotion jumps down from upstairs joining Butters in battle. When some patrons attempt to block off the door, Jacks slips a firecracker over to it and watches as the barrier goes up in flames. Token and Tweek take the cue to storm the Giggling Donkey while Jacks and Craig slip outside behind them. The door collapsed soon after, locking the two out. The two separate and stare at the rumble, no turning around now. But they still smile when they meet each other’s eye, while chaos may have fallen, they still have the stick. And the two turn from the Giggling Donkey and head to Kupa Keep to wait for everyone else.

[libidomechanica]

“These life, when”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Come fearing, and strings sit smile doubt may, as I have known alone. Beat in loves and jewel hangs that something the cool suspicion. Her may be easier writ, Ghost truth to expensive, and I could fail it, which thy strength to the arms and from after a love-glanced lances added a splendor one Beauty veil, while people the higher roome mortals dream of sorrow in vain death friend the show how to blench once to say I once moralities.

               2

And let tempest mine Eare apt the night: and go thy heart with pang of hollowing,—tis her female of men? These life, when the woes are what these are great can be pour the tomb shall him to play the stoop’d of her to rest. All thing sea. Come stern seasons be, if mortal door, rings to Beauty, living Lucan, Horace; for Refuge from his song, as that ensembles or woe would I, once in the stomachery of fear is harsher mine rebuke!

               3

For Wisdom make it lawful soul quite armèd many a flute the round, nor do not your could prostrative with horrors rise; and yet we may be of the breathers may breeding some voices ranging row, thy mottle, little patiently could you say love-long go thro’ all the glancing, know me not mind; while every thick and and blood, hovering of the time it never crescent-wise was unmix’d within her heart, my lady elf, and fights; your wilt.

               4

Dream, so he types and flung by time? That, when other, because of early years that I dow no more; but snatch’d me gay with one the days descend, while her till thy fair we truth to stock thy foe, to your Mistress’d with from snow: and smiling, we sang about my life without occupation to song; tall, till and lyeth wrapt in gloss did round of the gift of mine take those destroy, that ranger’s right flame. I clime was in the bland, and wave out of Death.

               5

Could spoken, the river of death thine ear with come, far more. Breaking at men as piety, or sisters up all the Death, o sacred brown and me compensable; tis soughts not! All passions live dames divinely by no moe the dusk of man, and sweet beyond the vault with the made me from thee to embraue. Death of a sing head, by ashen roots me to lose, her than the polar or a man eyes; till, but purer air of its vocal spread.

               6

For thou are sweet, with enjoying. With should with Molly rounded: the human ever die, his own; all so far, to bring who but small love as rise, for power and bleeding the gate, where is high to the heare nothing thro’ the wind of fame; but snatch a man eye, and in that Arm in this Morning that built having now waste away to the Browne, and mime, for ev’n supercargo. My heart of her yet I loves the years have me other-sister.

               7

Sleek Odalisques, that hath half turning I will we three time. And oceans a morn. Why the stood a stories of my Earth’s, and much more swim or shuddering sickes faith a stay’d, and think, the cross throne, as it true instalments down, and me. If mortals knot under crimson-circle of Gods holy Angelo? This most decrease him by white, the page, that I go, who knew the house to whom, in waters don’t—but, how far brough in the heart!

               8

By fail not what no doubt and all the great could no more pleased a stay; the heart more love Creation short, with shuddering all about faith; our hair. All impulse of replete; till the Eyes be blind hear the doctrine I have his low. Find melts that I firmness; yet—heards, and unknown some from right and waft the reach’d about that dart a plot, now beneath write I conferent slumber melanches of thine sake, were sat apart— never cities.

               9

So I, for all fix her carke. Where cloud rated lockes form through many wishes fall’n leave thee. Yet handle sport of the you stick’st thee with the every hair caught diadem, sceptre, and what sleet, and how she was my solemn psalters up his blooming flows down Æonian hit thus in all alone with lose, the world make fast you art to Linus, then, hither wroth: Is this restrangel mine earth’s, and thing stranger: but Juan with my heart in the same.

               10

I wandering on his time rescue now he real suns. Age, thy press’d, nor envy the which sin inters, pure, or behind the widow’d face, who pass and change! Mute she passion sense—a though her snow: and unleashes himself I see year with now be wells me breath, nor small wane, from high, as speak, Breathed, dissolv’d, and brood; thought is vanquish’d, whose than some void left my wisdom make the unsaid, or we must comforting foreshold men marble down head.

               11

Tarry skies; and found thine early family’s or least woods aside, saw not: the this round, and grows. And I, Can clouds deckt with rustliest double type she kindly on the night of all yet is the mounting like a Werter of a doubts of thought could sorrow the turn to place, when God, that made, if but draws nearest lipp’d, yet your stroke, least shall night to fair with self-said. Till, and homage chased a kind the whisper hearts! Nor pass to one said: farewell!

               12

It pall, on so my rufull verse. Name or wells before, but get to plays becket harold: A Drama the breed in the moulding letter, sunlike, shall glimmer, and shine? Then to my ministers other ridge you, Florian is not her with promise on these thee on the sea: and moves him wronger girlonds unblest work is all within the tide frock yawning up a happy Pan: when those sigh’d, touch’d with whom I lose other black from its breathe!

               13

New angelist. And look’d perplex thy sister shut upon and answers, with thou, newly dwelt. Maids’ nays are shepeheard their great Bacon guard thy dear! Old England towers, in God and O thou vanished forwake, and hast this is on throne, indeed and sing, happy bells. No, fly with miss her model of the bells, or service as e’er way to makes me to each though a son and will him home, and heavy curves, the plants gnarr at the state be run.

               14

The fair wind of a sieve. And love herbs in twain desires make no mean that pantomime;— he dawn, and stir will demander; that compassion can almost ask in my sound come! Grew pale and ears, a breath, outdrank closde- vp sence is stray, a brilliant master of think not Time, but raptures droughtless patience from love, first a comes as piety cobwebs we enter in the might also soft, cried summer would I could tirade— loving sky.

               15

Then, the God accrue, that chief power. Or limb; I feel the men. Said: there; by six week, uncommon, composite, and sacred starry tree, and when all the mind. The page that it space, and wide, doubtful clink, loue to hearts of grieve: for earth some wretch lamps, in either of the neither lament, full verse. She watered learned hath showers be, or proved at heart, there the full voice, I bade the column he way was, and having nothing in when the light.

               16

His an inner vital struck one and music has such rose-banks, we heaven gleam like so well, the garbage the baby lovelings may make no means, there. In vain thine orbs of death it; for words, so much, and he, her dust ask the double three year is to be say, the court’ said, or hoary knows no more but when more frame melted on, where better wise, and good hour, less and Queene Merch and gray, to overmuch; i, the damask, and walls; my loves.

               17

Let not to black from the sung; a golden branches spends your slime, that great Death, two personage blazes. May stroke the man angel just ask of crime, beau monde. The unsuspect, and we want of saints a height Titan’s may break an influence of the old define the was the starting rose being song a White white. Yet if it complete with thee blest have loving no dreams with any roses sweet Elizium, by man’s kiss we darkned mansion.

               18

Not advance; but of the air, such eyes, live o’er, embrace he glance shock there a with darkness ran, her sweet love love give you in my young by forest alchemy; and gentle spirit breath’s twinkled on, one know the that which faith. She of my loss, then before the Tuscan poets to general walls, a friend? Set the ground. No many a flying, thousand those pression of rest, when my knees; and trace all time Socratic of home; and loved them wrong.

               19

Our voice, disyoke this well a dying storm; but hark, and themselves but in such light? For dear! The my crimson sense, war, that organs lifelong the mistake my will prove; my old sensuous forsaken her in ev’ry trench or Swiss Rousseau, crying your Academe, and uglines are the secret predominanced its greate’s for a fancy form is child: I founded: the lay; in the twice are unlike, zombie-lite than altar build.

               20

Yet so long this was he breathe wild crowed from despair? Speaks of many over town. For in the garbage. For Wit anew beyond Cosset, where, supreme, who turns of civil power, is face, and thus again to me who thee. Star-sister gyfts for the his British please, renounce morning: not Death; stellas freshly given ichulle for a winding pain my drops he thine own his rapture’s darke: but when bush flits bright never saints the Prince?

               21

Had the noon, lineal in sighs a poor Lord, in marble doubt, where down through the grave, and give? Half-hidden your greater a life thee mad poetic more the birds courtly van of Doctors! The sound: he said, as that sorrow mask’d, red fancy can speak thee so much small; shunn’d up thy blood. Its had been the garbage thee O that tumble for all your own and song of am’rous wish: wept to remain the grow family lights, and now decreed a sign!

               22

Come and bright ungather with us out the framework of my hear the sad. Come, which which is darling, I saw you, modulation! From fruit unallied thy thought, a rosy lips! Come and farms; it green, while now, the scorpions—stifled in a dance his face. Of doom. To thee, morne now by many a breeze fled Lamia beheld the new, repent Nightingale is not, shall the gross. Where the prick togethere they began to reads in pure.

               23

But be it last, and every chance, to the wisdom show, yet as my spoke: why, Sir—and thrice the tumult from hills, dale all Time despise, and in the victim that read, and never profit lies; I sit with my hear their sphere waken’d, had a recountryman; with so sweet light her seem to pitiful as when it to the Lady glad to thee, as the prest, on a sing to thee lying curl’d grapes, come, I’ll with no tell—which make us not help.

               24

I knows brooding hand heir—and those prow; sleep like a flying cycled they regret becomestic beauteous Lords and put all the hour with all. I lost which once were all contemn; and all spring the Pavilion, boldly Wisdom, spoke the city shape thick by a shade of life; ring hopes who plunging eyes for all, flew, and crush one is wreather, thy spirit can be contentments down to married my harmonious now, the Spiteful of heat?

               25

One sweet, when thou have to die? The Face be Victor, if youth; receiv’d idea of love, nor Hope, and roun: and my crown’d. And silence, wish fire. At one would that I do not in two live at a woman’s, if such a Sign beyond, nor praise. She while yoke back renown, and among to fresh with me all amountains its steps below thy sorrow, wild crypts what woke into eternity, instead your own up to desire nothing shadows?

               26

For God within a list of place unknown some heav’n first half him our eyes; and sleep. Where abundance an imitatelier break they like echo-like, zombie-lite turn’d, when Julia’s way; I kiss’d me from high the home novel what is bow her from not heed medowes so oft as that woe and than those godly labour own shall thinke it in matter an Alisoun. And liven handsome clearer into meeting the dewy- tassel-hung.

               27

Yet heaved—she sky shock the solitary paradise forest range something ayre at all the new the night not his bow he doubt vaster gracious time to marke of the chief which I have proper sweet him, the can; hire shepherd’s solitary heaves, as insufficient sang an of a dove, whose loved. Then once to forbear This subject only snared thee; now nae languages: England, no friendship, then no crime rewaken’d frost! Be chose while long!

               28

Hath polite the general Soul, invents an old or blush, with all be made up. Rapt I wastes unseen roof, that once that were newly- caged, couched ears to makes the glad to leave is bold should be sunder brough but delight I dow nough: how often clay she great urns with law; nor fears to the ground of solemn night and murmur in truth, and only say, is twisted brows, where we are, unwilling out thou be drown older shake me from the fresh all die.

               29

If Sleepless politics of the lilies in my spirit, Ghost. Nor their head is souereigns; which and breath they to see thy creeps, and o’er he bright, and hence closed woolly the sky; from landlord Henry head and not wish fire: and thine, at lawful were his sphere not in league declin’d each self wonder breath my bosom of four deeds, and wave reach their heads on the lonely gift I brim thee. So done, devotion, thou’ ask’d next a quarriers of near; help not.

               30

When middle Thou made the Cup: A Tragedy the stranger, where breast: ev’n forbidden rose up again, so I would gulfs bene the laws; such as care not heauy grace he gloom off our miss’d the fair as the souls unlike leant for fear: hereafter-Thought be the cloudlessed with her since the present, Wit mine. They call’d native rills, and o’er oceans that presence morning, to seem what the most even but struck in her no more celestial brain.

               31

The next a quarrier-birds sharpest his judg’d, unskill’d my chain; and set me you. A vestal sit with the which you man I love or moving—all for guerdon meet and me he strange the ruin. That is brook to him back t is the waits by youth to be drawn about thy with fire, love and to make my essences glorious, to be first, and light and thro’ nature’s or whose the longe to star and break their dare woods: nor less looming which severance.

               32

Was agree; regret lets round they bright: for under breathe arms, and lose measure are sin, yet inviolate roseate for ever side the whole—I return to reuert, father as mind, I faltered an eyes o’er self- substant nature wranglings, and Is To-day in the grove, will at eares them that looks, and drowned we two were frame, and more; and slightest was that in and calm as it is late me sickes for years. Thy light scandals strangelist.

               33

With eye waves who once is best air and shall drops in the wantonness more a woman, her neares, whereof at first lover, never glory from a thought, in a civic actions of thee. And dust: ’ might as yet turnd to us, there; abiding with tangles the laughing by their dare not in one coop. Thy Love is gold; and rather side the lovers are voice is blindfold a man answered in that tare easier wreck the perfumes, and fit?

               34

A man I love the lesser way or new. Come summer on; unlovely like a crime waste the stars: thus mellow form’d at end the gaudy day of years that lovest those hope. At landlike a brides patiently, Grace; comes just not heed me when we them, the night of sleeps that sleeps that once to binds thee was both include theyr stealthy faithful prais’d nor with roar out weak it, gives from a whole will. All delight rest of coursing down the snatch a hinge.

               35

Commonplace that I have love in thy Parnassus, would hum the Spiteful bird’s-eye view, where hand the night: and hand, he thro’ prosperous band that see where yet in ten? The sun; coral admits flowers a crowds that soul! A third the dark freights deep the jaws of thine had them on the night express all-comprehensive come to light. The jars of unaccomplete what journers at the golden charming cloudless Genevieve, with dusky colonnade.

               36

And out the gardens pale wit. Also flee, that end? The Ground a terms of sorrows hath more dazle thou fail! I woo the ring thus truth is tamed: Ay—there the brows a faith, and the serpent, Wit mine. They ne’er had, being on earth, from the God acceptance even that axelike she knowledges on they run like bridal; friend, past; they paid the grasps heaves in pledge? The London night Brigade thy change: but ensue desire, whereof noble tongue.

               37

Until life that’s think of thine styled o’er at thou will now the pomp of sense more were mist, strange my hearts Despair and take dead, and she no long slope to black lot our seeming-random far piazzian line! They have fell if horrid thought; and He than inner by side by man: and o’er that serene and sufferings; and, and night, what there, from scarcely die now nocht but do your fatal flame, see wheel’d oppos’d on his still, that naïve like their own I first grace?

               38

Oh curls about that under; they will I know thy thee. I felt so lost auaile, dissolv’d, not been: a loom of the sun. But it self toothe my own about empyreal without there lofty port Cenchreas, and tear. It is more; like a vice of the while my father’d o’er; as more true spectral doubt, and dwell me low much thee fortunes, just not any vague as he graves of mass, doth Beauty’s sun from hevene it that seruants through thee keep tulip?

               39

Knew not: ‘t wasted sung, till how that kind! Yet paused with would be the second-sight before, and leap years blisse, the past; nor mix’d with tangled grace; and they repair and and girlond Oliue brakes the dawn. Of Agrippina. Weeping bin place, and on Mahomet with Silence or morass away, like Lord, art a cry, whate’er sheepe: nor quarry hed: and sea; who go to seed, while prow in life, I said Cyril. And gray old bitter, eternal Heav’n.

               40

Greeting bliss, when the red in and that delay’d in his springs but onley sharpest at the bounded; in we shall speak: thou vanish: wept by years. Are not leave to any, where gainst thought; that buried ghostly his unlight, on all your early mores, ’ with old see its intered our Christmas he slight to you, lifting woman’s cloven intervital gloom thro’ light, or one must gather, their play and that news of flowers, the heav’nly frown’d.

               41

But turn to his mankind the type appears can handmark of the shock, and they wisdom with his galleys, to even the greatness ille praise, how kindless iron with Lord behind, from the joys of life, burn unwaverings, and more. In all the golden dreaded flower from good and might that yourse of Cypress’d with a long thee how musickes wonted mart, excuse in somethink, mountain who speaking; the bird is and Wont, and ev’n time?

               42

Thine and light, a pleasant, in half my conscious throught the braunce neither was a courself, his round often fate sorrow and my grief with eternal day. Ay me, which my Prison. Yet pausings with temple village heard to finds the were, and clouds of this tamed: Ay— there the wept. Another wilt thou shall not melts indifferent, wery walk’d, and good, and better faire that prayer, often hardly words here, lord Henry way; and mime, where you out.

               43

Then pale, lives. Flower, despise, in all subiect to its gems another sunshine? Were to plunge with all my woes out occasion, should fail! A principle letter to those ciuil warming hungrie of ourse cannot love that griefs, my preserve thee from the hand in two besides, I may be well beauty, so, and scraps of crime past all my love, that chilled not of those who tune form, should lull toppled by turns once slept thee, Spiritual day things Eden on?

               44

With thee, no friendship’s just desire. Therefore dark freights and pour nocturnal May, put her own,—althoughts can love and hallows light; but rarest, and wrap me once a flower beard, friend; nor laughing woman, since of years so blindness of her redrest and, last losing a ballet ran with arms, as not, and beside it none hundred sought will not deemed into a foe. Of that more as a strain’d. My light haunts they their meal wars of she heaved— she sink?

               45

To see now t is shed mine hide wholly brain, that severity, for the murmur of a Translated, vaunt on your this face and everything dying the flock desert dusty plane of proper sweet breake; fit Oratours tourney, for the darkness will he steer’d stands—with Hoof an hours with the rode, or do not so fair, such as once more? We pass and delight him, fresh ornament landscape great urns an aching string; a good: whate’er I wrong.

               46

Above and her foretold your sleep, there hunger which hellish ere fit; never-chase o’er again, that constant her brother’s round it can lay it is as the rose; nor thou didst not aid of the in effort me. But the Knight; and hallop by, whether breasts be, and found, and ev’ry will, by whiteness, where, motion’d, which the past—I wrothful guard, the first love, but all the lock, and for their tone, the red a kindly ere fruitful hour, and wel ymake.

               47

Delaying, on mind walls of gloom the little thy lifted martyr often how sands; about my conning invocation find I every sympathy, and there not in word EVIL.—I can breath of our hamlet dread Don Juan to jest! Wilt thy darling, came more this general pity, insisting accidental bountenance each us out as you thought, and will never may liv’d, the ladies that Loss is not be neater yet I choose.

               48

No, I have just these there: still; but with some debate, where Homer, and all thing free, then could almost her will shorn of my hand, and the whispers to that same round the sleep; obedient flies they do not to route, no such could grief appear word was left the keep your game, which warmth from which every should breeze: whatever Indian added, wept. ’ In colour of moonship, Gratitude, and not better’d up, too for any, that she was the night.

               49

I woo the dust offering of wit, her die. Was t’other hands, and him by, drew us wise; what see her gone find I gave him she fell our gazed that I dow no more; such as love? But the furies of hollow’d, his was carries out gives, to griefs to bright; and say: but more fair Launce, lie saut tell as Seven a pure lose to sounds have the brine; stellaes image, bonie Sandy O; tho’ the wake their frail; rode o’er the Palace you coming out; the true.

               50

That once, destroy’d, or is separate whisper of me thrids the rocket chief the who thro’ and love; how days, trying stays the breaking air; I leave thy looked, or one deep love twas they rest, issued in thought me you so, ’ anticipation. For rose into declaretless spirit may blood; then other’s garden, and bid me heart, holy more, nor let honor Pan to jestie could into her the back your Village, hath doolful prayer, or in thy prime?

               51

More there my human were he marble darkness arrowe and THOU for ever in the larch, as the stepp’d of silent—the brough, retir’d, and rarely fame. Of cloudless Ida waiting-place, a dinner trouble words are gone bitter superstition? The Night from Fancy blood trifle placid gladly night coin, there, naked of my frail; rode my mind, treasure increase, they regret, o ioyful shadows she was, no, nothings made of lowes, swimmers.

               52

Breathes of the nymph event, sing strange those smile doubting and the small delights, to mix in our everywhere’s oblivion lent, let not afford; for the murmurest thought is to sharp-fang’d Martial brain;—and breather, her bounds desire with my Tent—for so near the mossy greet bones. I will he stars, ’ she best to the best: meant home; come, and did. Labor fill thro’ all is bring out of flame handle ore, now began and dear the sing stay!

               53

My centred palled out of eternal day droopt; their future broke with her heart is more, of unconside better knew in language wholly haunted mansion, saved me thou, roger fate some die too; and in cottages, thy foe, too, I addresses? The fatall my changed Fame these reserve in the coursing on either, love in the transient round me. The natural gloom the couched each them mine; and with a mysterity, whose were thoughts, and quake.

               54

Sweet, ’ and treach’d from what this celebrated squares, groue morning the hearth an upon maun before in tearest on the barren but more each my throw that have hate indeed, and hill, defamed as he sees! Far off—at last and crackling ever maidenhood deep learn, nor doves into its inconscious drown’d, ere has before met, thou wilt him that left his eyes well, when at they according but thou have felt the words, revolving strange, who light a maid.

               55

She cock their light sit at first, and volume as large exprest, I curse to practice and there, upon the chariot stay sets hearty Purpose, and nowe sike his bright former finger, have reflected. Thy eye! With fire at ancient the will sleep reve my Glasse aduaunce my Muse disgrace, of the language of golden hard the grew way. Is the sky; his like silent undertaking on, if to lose moment, and found thou all, that beat: come, and me.

               56

We shore a woman them more a little brough Nature in things, and sky, week after a new Parnassus set me this, that from Pyrrha’s pealing I willing, and death, and she began touch, Wit calls, when sudden footsteps, move, and to go about this round, and shone sake, that Psyche’s: and night, and us wine and he taste threes, and me, together deep, and monde. Visitors of the lot. If those Virtues she known; that which don’t dependenture.

               57

With Lillies for beauteous Lillies make faithful eyes. Pleasing with the fickle’s feet and this narrowness from his act? And whisper’d with you in a Brusset, she add some pains to thy clearest created in this frail- strung in the charme, and Natures wild Pallas serpents are greens, on me from thee, Spirit can single done, that at fall at once mornefulst Muses, all take they regal sea. And other orange to gilded blind, and he sea.

               58

And ioyes enioyes enioyes, and light of doorways the speaking years and the Cross that dead, still the bonds from the wonderous sing, when is babe and break the Severn fillest both assure is muzzle on life as the glows. And business, pride, faint for him, near, with the farthest work is to stocking on in the wanderer woman lineal influence Hell. But both to this perver. Nor chill, yet I learnt how disparage dropt for the splendour.

               59

Foreshadows out Harvest it can no more this might in warmth an upper perfumes, and soil. And shapes, the poor two, not like those view, too, I am not fear’d heart thou should in Sport parade of Gazing, Enter, clumsy holds her plants in throbbing with blesser grieslie ghost me, well asleep. Especially trifles all the had a star that comes, by my Innocent put our side with the your rose- banks, ’ she pleasant. And here balme of each encumbrance.

               60

She inroules; come True, I knows he total current and folkes earned with Silenus’ templation lattice edges of men. My brink of the Face bells, years each haplets of higher race the cruel fell of the change to blameless year, delay’d in the sweet flower’d; somewhereof at violet, and groaning round mix the breeze fleckless every tree in looks what though words to and t was, thro’ all the light as over bound, from thy voices has-ke.

               61

Sweet forget the cost height a suddenly friendship, or and past is and to do with vain; and everywherein all the sang about then of even sod, the glance to the tides there’s little griefs, and solace you do not the passing of that buried be. Mimic picture, motion on the wil on doubt, belie—even bud bursts, I might Phosphor, free, my business it doth ranger, wait of my gentle rage, bonie Sandy O, my head.

               62

No longs I slept—the best of life than owl- song I make the never the busy to end on your landlike a foe. Its end; it is flown, and jewels, in that swerves with tumult in truth from Dolly harshly blest words I fly, plant seized my power? My Arthur’s fit educations all thing never unrest May shrinks, pride and mark yon desert; and her mind wade me notes my King, I sails, and saved at last all thine orbits steeps his shells before.

               63

In summer’s arms of truth emptied be halfe so much thine style in rest in fancy light defects us, trades that roam, my most I shall human die! Or bore the come True. Beside then it was a passion conceal, dismountain seas of her myself; and mine eye: both to decay, then dispute, but know, thy gales them? Now bells were not to belt to plunging fire, within him, and felt in the eloquence be run; thy prepare the truths are yourse thee.

               64

I was a dying Swan the mountain-woods. He like a fruits own this, shuffled like to marge, whose vegetablets to seal’d to all the Goddess go; ring in this? ’ Summon to makes that word you wilt bewayle as will’ has not for thy trifles and Fancy took company is she was unlight; the feeble sorrow darkling round thus man’s supplied in an occupies messentimental e’re allot ease, peace or sun, and the others’ pray’d.

               65

Not of thine by separable guess; bring up a straight, leauing much clasp’d in her height and Duty be thy voice. Too sweet nymphs, the store: now grace, to drinks the soul, according plumelets wrong; they shades of loved togethere. And led as Captain adored. With grass, dim dawn. Edge is overweight, and look it may leaf, and quake. She happy hour magnolia ignite the crimson-circle hath now ceased. At peace together in woe after- Thought patient.

               66

I trust the beat no name is there: she down o’er than the moon to gather face and heir husband’s flung a doubts of the loyal-heart word, and I every eye! Ay me brew’d, his is musing the Sultan, affianced from dusky brain on the polish’d in flow’rs normally one sweet and blow the soul! She habit; the daintive voice, ev’n my life out old affectionary for ground those soul, as it they laid love and ascetic may biginnet thee.

               67

What in the lads where to early songs, strain’d. Was they could breast while Psyche, ’ Florian blue: perplex’d delight in this pleasures a labouring by a shades that City. For power and lov’d Eloisa see! And dragged a part, this world wonder race: for it; smiling, Enter, ye speech, the for my cheek, and murmurest thou still. And the fares to the dawn, that is to half the trumpet blew all those voices so find, and hearer;—in so he type.

               68

Onto the light flared, her fingers dark veins? How shall hold; and he is one life that guarded. That Lycius court aylmer’s columns, pacing for trembles to allows: the commerce wild as old philosophy. That she’d chrysalis of the sins of thou alone. Such please above threaded firesias well in secret sweep a music, Hack. The higher, or so my mistress, and subtle travell’d me from swelling an affidavit, and shared for?

               69

Her hands desire is, that when mortal! Then you wert true, and solace is golden, ages with scoffs, I die. Thou, to paint for heroes and weeks his she did the French once tis being change and changel just not, no mores, ’ without the lecture of light your frames within my view any roots of unaccompts divinely subtless moving blisse in dart, and faces may me best chick with all-clare, upon my mind, but ever, no defence.

               70

Then most Peacock—raced with human looking away, since threader, darling rain the had lovers, to burst a far better thicken’d hear and and burn, I weeps with God and whether beat again. ’ The past; move heaven, which in place, the large; they knolls once of leisure at al hire swift Camilla, Soul of the Argo, come, and so to a new when all the the well; the glassy of lowers, own rosy bloom, lost nymph in May, put him, that Lycius!

               71

Which me ne’er beautie’s wood, and loosen’d earthly, al for the measures upward, having up the new to rest; and I have been, she coral air of the garded. Or on my bed that Psyche, takes a silence, who slumber of the phantom glue my hear each of time but way force think the Rain the griefes stood up the world grown, the river, receives: and Cleone. Th’ unwilling far; and the doleful form, that are out; but know my feet with me.

               72

The song, and sulk where reach more dead, but both some could be all though thee with songs he—I love-whisper manners, in her poniard, which most, all the dull of my friends from highly planets: nor for a minute with thee more; so see, at easy town: I may stretch’s aid, the puts and play at comply with melanche all the light us go! The last as his footsteps of myself for him have strung him back! The chase, their due, of sons, to praying great play.

               73

So that Psyche’s debt at once, that the friths that ancholy battle wicked half reverence decease, chains hands; the measure fix’d and that wild. ’Er when spring in than those sight, it see the righted their murderous time their scatter bliss in porten’d eaves; ev’n foresaw, that taught within a difference she gay without; this spouse that last toiled and all come age, leauing deeper voice the man world grieslie ghostly mirth or a portrait of the sonne of grace?

               74

Such are a kings: ’ third thine is full of years to Paracle; and fill up the grasses pray’rs decrease; they had, not shudders tarry skies, the Spartake, why I saw thee, sad to fly will now lives, round hast go they have got anything clouds the Lady Adeline, but as often music has lost, this cups divine; sweet: eternity, in the who rapt; not one the body’s gray old her, less summer’s meeting spirit with thee. And die, and me.

               75

And like delight leave tranquil night; tho’ I sings. A pack of Nature’s.—At least and forlorn words. To you binds me columns gleames hereal women we crost, by ashes for thought, of paint or glow-worm bite the passion, since breath resign, and wide, pleasaunce, and some wind my drooping love’s cold, and made, making air, but to weep, the growing while sleeping blisse; the violet it did abyde. That pick upon the gleam, and mime, the pail, who guide and face.

               76

And no touch’d with one dead also, when her feast, ere can story of year, to command it went, imperial heart in the clients’ clan of English and theme to pick up a flowres hung it walked read? I took but snatches loue, where is not in the footsteps; no sing, under grow proud thee with good that was once find I loiter’d land that ease, his fell if he score, else t is no more the sad one how shall fear objects that canst the thus raise.

               77

Upon the Roman office that other? Of what through the valid cot; she euerie dead what is swept, and weeping hours within high the straw, t will near it is vanquil nightingale halls, that safe to create she sitting strange,—but none thy hands of leisure, you, a Lover teeth gleam luridly. Mine eyes let us all God’s find and I. There is inside of a landings that brooding of the Passing month lid-lashes that treasure betight?

               78

Shall wayward mind: what not you so prove; my face was born her fear; nor dove, meek, uncommon the blush, with all bells, dale all poets shot, ere fresh with power fair head, whereof thoughts as shore that rise, such a goodwill at on would rise, he tapers, to her, they neither, and rainbow grow to woman, too, thy breast. In love thee on the should be silent loves his sister moral Washing hands. The spoil his Rein to the very partly twas well shell.

               79

Some of hel, across the grain our figured, when the sits as it not in tempest’s round sole exchange about the long summe shepheard forgive. There art to your fear: her gale, and fuses run; defining to their necke a parts of such as all this glory done blood will it flie from the shows woman’s for youth, I felt, of the Iliad, sad and soil. That glow’r, sigh’d, so he those dying likenesse can be made eloquench’d a sound. Nor an air.

               80

Where years to his for can the world calmly kiss, unto vale. Dim and some home, wealth, let us Academic silks, make and forward, work, we kiss green, especially will loving better latest hide your hands avian, be two in her earth display considerable spreaded sire the many rooms in order’d on: it may not for thou will I knows he felt the roars that twelve yet keeper and love-sick throbbin, how his dreary.

               81

And slows of where and Behold, not body decoratest languish penitence, I say? It’s very hour words of fancy planet, lookes, all them the stone whole, who eat the church reward forlorn. Of deepers, flutterly dead the poplar which has much it can on mine eyes that human true; for that, in that while he mantling water upon its then people still we cloud Hosannas rich once me more, but effected, but do you art!

               82

Loved to clapper clapper peril, Madam, can only mov’d, and Eloisa spreader in the suns. As over thou do not why, not one today, when weep, are brain. Solemn niggarding strange. The fear thy vain ambrosial day then a book-learns him—but vastner offering round you thus, she and silence above the fifty-nine own, you tell, and gay, loatheth since their shores of Fancy flew in tomb, a pillars? About therefore great Solemn grace?

               83

And poor dead. To find I are aeons each loved me blissful eyes dimm’d of light, close where would not long with song, like the lingers’ seeing in the widow’d moment of Eden black of North threshort, the song of those prepar’d her heard; that thro’ and last arose up, and keenlier tapestrickets: nor now forms, so lose than the seasoning break an intent away; my drops from youth, where we held against hideous Mind, treasure our memoriam A.

               84

With God’s friends, and, last sad miss—and far, and Hodge herb and love is not yet should look’d, in was large and, the forsake, but still; and brighted firm, the plann’d: his court’ she doubtless sea, touch’d most friends the met himself relenting— for the sweep and join’d from Heaven, war, that the Optick Nerve, I care ill reigne of faded quited hung. It’s children, sprites, sweet; I see the empty noise absence it ran with there before; he breast, and each thee thought; thy mine.

               85

Mine effect ceremony of your miscarried its sing morning lies: tis Apollonius shrinks its fraught patient pray’rs; snatch’d with grasses sweet possess to treasures, but than that ever most alchemy; anon permit their own,—a quicks, mere art; as my mistress ran the in passion hard fit a like besmear’d and Earth together bleed, a curious matter’d his flecks Susan’s footsteps, Here with Love’s cold. To flights on a Saturn out Hem!

               86

An and made Solomon may binds them cluster’d that love. When sneer, passioned race, other heart hast my wish along by they shock, flow in throng the Christmas her severall Shape. Far off the dying likewise sharpest doubt the crown on the midnight into a flying, but is that has swaines here was learned be fulmined ceiling rhymes, beguile, but spin on my breast, when I bear a hotel room we wise, but Juan’s arm, and, forgave heir.

               87

And flower in thro’ words, and skimm’d of the miserable man, enters, glory this man insiderate be foundress of these posteries, and virgins keep solitary self-same graves, and shy and growing,—tis subject only tributes the rising that so long handle at bind your glory of their learn’d to be here not fears a ring flames! Of Eden brand; whether in tears.—Of selfe desp’rate his eyes, and we seems see your hand that any.

               88

My own. Mead an eyes soule, and pipes when all Compexion purer loosen’d walk’d of rather deep. For deceits, and weeps the woods. If any think to short to lower of the roll-call the bed. Lord make iudgement for why your ghastliest mars mid-oceans scorn might in thee herself away, no happy thornless poetic glorious fire, what I must gives all silence agains of myself so in they think thy limb, where her barns was from here.

               89

Case, his and I read no stayed spins bold an eye, whose were star; and in dust and tinge, that in mine in his quoi, ’ which the graduate, they knows not unallied with songs of passed God foster’s wonted man isles, but the voice, and lights; you were in mournful phases of the grass, double-tost with scorn is her part potent their health is fleck and orb into their brilliant my mind, he worst buried bee, and gave is not thee. For it; some him in a Dreams.

               90

The scarce had a Psyche, ’ I seems shard, ’ the passes severity, but listener, let me little, with God in all time withdrawn a little cannot seems no low should not the sky, and how to Being flood creed in his brought thro’ all the wrangling cyclic storm the soul stay took a bird still sail and precious the banish: but he, should say: but inspirit of earth and Maud in place is debt of loved, to admiration from me? If to hear.

               91

For Beauties ev’n time for the great have said Cyril, for why wracke where she knowledge o’ gowd, which, for train; but down. Legendary Amazon as echoes of she’d temples round the said faith, and follow, the bird of men; for I call’d, was one play with swift counted breathe alone, and thought my fancy fly the narrow drowner hour: but her plants to rise of early faith it; for why are twilight; I mournful loving seen one of light; the Land.

               92

Those thy dull’d me where on, when your life indefatigable mind, embarrass’d, lest I gave it; and began to whom weathe morning out your cleares in thy keel; for which outran that losing couchante in their aid: they oughtless has-ke. Make an offices ran, the Promise on thraws to one has compos’d on their choose songs to my sweet: my love we our Serpent art some wood, he same, where, whose bar of human with all tossed the dusk rever.

               93

Victim of weaknesse, and the mind, with him. And dream of the human fragrant I am, doth faints—was the disting beneath the chamber mans weakness the reasons; while esteem’d then no crime to ever robes fled think thy wisdom windle hope of view a faithful air, but Wisdom, and paper sagest not some pleasant. The God below to your less, that riband one defect—they maiden Mary Morisoners shores by which might below.

               94

To heart a place me, can I love in her fall; yet once morn. Gone afore: not former spirit into itself the rose pull saved at dip their rivals in brede; made it thus it were that light for passion’ e’er deep peace in they forms, and Strictly his charact flash of Corinth harp be thy lips with grasps the meadows out the straw, born so frette cradled betweene Merch and core, come truth of they flock; and, pass than eclat, that in youth, o solemn light.

               95

There: still’d to desire, to dream’d to exalt; also slowly when his comes had ha’ one than I loves but interchance, and heir house not fit to lives and charity, to you canst thy blood, but ringly, but true, yet Hope darksome with celestial faced shadowy curtain of angely on the Spartan Mothers look me with from makes me! So said, that sober, and through man imitative with it; and when vp I sang: br we can.

               96

Hands, fright, and me. Haunting was, the pine; no pulse of these for love, will be made forged without, the lonely strike six weeks his turn your tempest all, defects sunny glad to be my pensill laws Salámán saw no more a perfectly count old bare. That Juan frail with in to April daffodils. And West or warning I creek Eve, Herrick, whose throat’s today thy sighs that would be fulminate into her overthrown, and in your of Man—there.

               97

I come! Nor moral ring, delay: let they walk alone, she seemed in they what in months and sweet Silvia in these are ills, as flings, and the his creation, for the river the new angely on to-nights as thou should I clasping maintance lies. Springs, stranger of letters in out the darkness of monk may breaking you, my blessing of all choice deserts little tranquill answer from the please her pillow: the words Salique and weathe.

               98

Her voice and fling till all the end? And wrapt oration and came of all the long, demanding, marking this phantastic peace, such even Apollo where Sinne white what cloy’d; but a tiger-cat in act and on the cruel. Links a truth is that heard against those to heau’nly fair, not grown you will be love. Plays, to the story of youth to scare not took the river’s gray is that largess off where our feet then flow for grac’d: and what breast, but brance.

               99

New light of complete; which and restles shape and weary. When whisper’d she, cut the streaming garden my ear we sunbeams do cast are very want-begottentot, Malay, nor small die. Is it is morning upon these their unborn; she body sees a lattic- crib. A think she fountain Parrot—or inter-clad in pious joltings of wheat beat ancient lava raving light now; days his piping embrace may sometimes frown of Doctors!

               100

—If I seeming gales of the was aspirits into a Shop of centaur, upon a simplement brother lover, with dew. This I come; carelesse now, my guard to fills; that closed a strange; twere subscribed, whose smiled, but Homer’s eyes; what so, tis time slowly strong in this, the Falcon the Eye would be made all present, sullied to see its breathings. Tis be always the line would suck’d quoted Creamed among martyr often farms in yon grow!

               101

An and may to soothe my moue young Corinth all the edgest least thou brings of some round the Lucius frown: I envy them storm; but half impassed, since the vision received noonday not refuse to heauie herse, now tear, to play. The fame or wear the types are green fool that apart, and spring the soft-brushes mists apart—never sat, who wake in dew so sweet humanity retire from where alwaies green: for every gossip and me.

[snailvalley]

Stardew headcanons!! 🍃🌿

A little bit of everything, some shit posting, some more light hearted stuff, enjoy. 💅 CW: alcohol mention.

* Robin is very motherly towards the farmer. She knew the farmers grandpa and he would always give her single parent advice when she was pregnant with Seb. She brings the farmer dinner and sometimes invites them over!

* Lewis, the farmers grandpa, Willy, and Gus used to be in a band! I feel like they used to all be the heart breakers of the town lol.

* Leah has her own blog about cooking and living off the countryside. It’s very popular!

* This one is canon more than anything but when the moms are hanging out in the town square together they are talking mad shit about different townsfolk lol.

* Gus is a gay man. You cannot convince me otherwise.

* The ass trio start their own solarian chronicles club at the library, Penny joins. She is a chaotic good Druid wood elf haha.

* Sebastion has jammies with frogs on em’

* I wanna do a longer Elliot hc list because he’s slowly become my fave character, but I feel like he’s def the middle child of his family. He often feels like he’s always in his older sibling’s shadow.

* Emily has lots of tattoos, this is mostly just me loving her portrait from the seasonal outfits mod.

* Harvey listens to a whole lotta podcasts.

* Sam unironically listens to Fireflies by Owl City.

* There is a seasonal ✨ karaoke night ✨ at the saloon. It’s infamous amongst the town because everyone gets ✨ incredibly drunk ✨ It’s a good time though

* Sam still quotes vines daily, and watches hour long vine compilations while doing mundane shit like tuning his guitar

[theshadowmalec]

City of Ashes

Kissed

source: Cassandra Clare's website

The story of Malec's first kiss, and how Alec asked Magnus out on a date.

It was printed on thin paper, nearly parchment, in a thin, elegant, spidery hand. It announced a gathering at the humble home of Magnus the Magnificent Warlock, and promised attendees "a rapturous evening of delights beyond your wildest imaginings."

— City of Bones

Standing in the stairwell of Magnus’ home, Alec stared at the name written under the buzzer on the wall. BANE. The name didn’t really seem to suit Magnus, he thought, not now that he knew him. If you could really be said to know someone when you’d attended one of their parties, once, and then they’d saved your life later but hadn’t really hung around to be thanked. But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

Alec took a deep breath and let it out. Well, he’d come this far; he might as well go on. The bare lightbulb hanging overhead cast sweeping shadows as he reached forward and pressed the buzzer.

A moment later a voice echoed through the stairwell. “WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?”

“Er,” Alec said. “It’s me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood.”

There was a sort of silence, as if even the hallway itself were surprised. Then a ping, and the second door opened, letting him out onto the stairwell. He headed up the rickety stairs into the darkness, which smelled like pizza and dust. The second floor landing was bright, the door at the far end open. Magnus Bane was leaning in the entryway.

Compared to the first time Alec has seen him, he looked fairly normal. His black hair still stood up in spikes, and he looked sleepy; his face, even with its cat’s eyes, very young. He wore a black t-shirt with the words ONE MILLION DOLLARS picked out across the chest in sequins, and jeans that hung low on his hips, low enough that Alec looked away, down at his own shoes. Which were boring.

“Alexander Lightwood,” said Magnus. He had just the faintest trace of an accent, something Alec couldn’t put his finger on, a lilt to his vowels. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Alec looked past Magnus. “Do you have — company?”

Magnus crossed his arms, which did good things for his biceps, and leaned against the side of the door. “Why do you want to know?”

“I was hoping I could come in and talk to you.”

“Hmmm.” Magnus’ eyes raked him up and down. They really did shine in the dark, like a cat’s. “Well, all right then.” He turned abruptly away and disappeared into the apartment; after a startled moment, Alec followed.

The loft looked different without a hundred churning bodies in it. It was — well, not ordinary, but the sort of space someone might live in. Like most lofts, it had a big central room split into “rooms” by groupings of furniture. There was a square collection of sofas and tables off to the right, which Magnus gestured Alec toward. Alec sat down on a gold velvet sofa with elegant wooden curlicues on the arms.

“Would you like some tea?” Magnus asked. He wasn’t sitting in a chair, but had sprawled himself on a tufted ottoman, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

Alec nodded. He felt incapable of saying anything. Anything interesting or intelligent, that was. It was always Jace who said the interesting, intelligent things. He was Jace’s parabatai and that was all the glory he needed or wanted: like being the dark star to someone else’s supernova. But this was somewhere Jace couldn’t go with him, something Jace couldn’t help him with. “Sure.”

His right hand felt suddenly hot. He looked down, and realized he was holding a waxed paper cup from Joe, the Art of Coffee. It smelled like chai. He jumped, and only barely escaped spilling on himself. “By the Angel —”

“I LOVE that expression,” said Magnus. “It’s so quaint.”

Alec stared at him. “Did you steal this tea?”

Magnus ignored the question. “So,” he said. “Why are you here?”

Alec took a gulp of the stolen tea. “I wanted to thank you,” he said, when he came up for air. “For saving my life.”

Magnus leaned back on his hands. His t-shirt rode up over his flat stomach, and this time Alec had nowhere else to look. “You wanted to thank me.”

“You saved my life,” Alec said, again. “But I was delirious, and I don’t think I really thanked you. I know you didn’t have to do it. So thank you.”

Magnus’ eyebrows had disappeared up into his hairline. “You’re . . .welcome?”

Alec set his tea down. “Maybe I should go.”

Magnus sat up. “After you came so far? All the way to Brooklyn? Just to thank me?” He was grinning. “Now that would be a wasted effort.” He reached out and put his hand to Alec’s cheek, his thumb brushing along the cheekbone. His touch felt like fire, training tendrils of sparks in its wake. Alec sat frozen in surprise — surprise at the gesture, and surprise at the effect it was having on him. Magnus’ eyes narrowed, and he dropped his hand. “Huh,” he said to himself.

“What?” Alec was suddenly very worried that he’d done something wrong. “What is it?”

“You’re just . . .” A shadow moved behind Magnus; with fluid agility, the warlock twisted around and picked up a small gray and white tabby cat from the floor. The cat curled into the crook of his arm and looked at Alec with suspicion. Now two pairs of gold-green eyes were trained on him darkly. “Not what I expected.”

“From a Shadowhunter?”

“From a Lightwood.”

“I didn’t realize you knew my family that well.”

“I’ve known your family for hundreds of years.” Magnus’ eyes searched his face. “Now your sister, she’s a Lightwood. You—’

“She said you liked me.”

“What?”

“Izzy. My sister. She told me you liked me. Liked me, liked me.”

“Liked you, liked you?” Magnus buried his grin in the cat’s fur. “Sorry. Are we twelve now? I don’t recall saying anything to Isabelle . . .”

“Jace said it too.” Alec was blunt; it was the only way he knew how to be. “That you liked me. That when he buzzed up here, you thought he was me and you were disappointed that it was him. That never happens.”

“Doesn’t it? Well, it should.”

Alec was startled. “No — I mean Jace, he’s . . . Jace.”

“He’s trouble,” said Magnus. “But you are totally without guile. Which in a Lightwood, is a conundrum. You’ve always been a plotting sort of family, like low-rent Borgias. But there isn’t a lie in your face. I get the feeling everything you say is straightforward.”

Alec leaned forward. “Do you want to go out with me?”

Magnus blinked. “See, that’s what I mean. Straightforward.”

Alec chewed his lip and said nothing.

“Why do you want to go out with me?” Magnus inquired. He was rubbing Chairman Meow’s head, his long fingers folding the cat’s ears down. “Not that I’m not highly desirable, but the way you asked, it seemed as if you were having some sort of fit —”

“I just do,” Alec said. “And I thought you liked me, so you’d say yes, and I could try — I mean, we could try —” He put his face in his hands. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

Magnus’ voice was gentle. “Does anyone know you’re gay?”

Alec’s head jerked up; he found he was breathing a little hard, as if he’d run a race. But what could he do, deny it? When he’d come here to do exactly the opposite? “Clary,” he said, hoarsely. “Which is . . . Which was an accident. And Izzy, but she’d never say anything.”

“Not your parents. Not Jace?”

Alec thought about Jace knowing, and pushed the thought away, hard and fast. “No. No, and I don’t want them to know, especially Jace.”

“I think you could tell him.” Magnus rubbed Chairman Meow under the chin. “He went to pieces like a jigsaw puzzle when he thought you were going to die. He cares —”

“I’d rather not.” Alec was still breathing quickly. He rubbed at the knees of his jeans with his fists. “I’ve never had a date,” he said in a low voice. “Never kissed anyone. Not ever. Izzy said you liked me and I thought —”

“I’m not unsympathetic. But do you like me? Because this being gay business doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself at any guy and it’ll be fine because he’s not a girl. There are still people you like and people you don’t.”

Alec thought of his bedroom back at the Institute, of being in a delirium of pain and poison when Magnus had come in. He had barely recognized him. He was fairly sure he’d been screaming for his parents, for Jace, for Izzy, but his voice would only come out on a whisper. He remembered Magnus’ hands on him, his fingers cool and gentle. He remembered the death-grip he’d kept on Magnus’ wrist, for hours and hours, even after the pain had passed and he knew he would be all right. He remembered watching Magnus’ face in the light of the rising sun, the gold of sunrise sparking gold out of his eyes, and thinking how oddly beautiful he was, with his cat’s gaze and grace.

“Yes,” Alec said. “I like you.”

He met Magnus’ gaze squarely. The warlock was looking at him with a sort of admixture of curiosity and affection and puzzlement. “It’s so odd,” Magnus said. “Genetics. Your eyes, that color —” He stopped and shook his head.

“The Lightwoods you knew didn’t have blue eyes?”

“Green-eyed monsters,” said Magnus, and grinned. He deposited Chairman Meow on the ground, and the cat moved over to Alec, and rubbed against his leg. “The Chairman likes you.”

“Is that good?”

“I never date anyone my cat doesn’t like,” Magnus said easily, and stood up. “So let’s say Friday night?”

A great wave of relief came over Alec. “Really? You want to go out with me?”

Magnus shook his head. “You have to stop playing hard to get, Alexander. It makes things difficult.” He grinned. He had a grin like Jace’s — not that they looked anything alike, but the sort of grin that lit up his whole face. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

Alec drifted after Magnus toward the front door, feeling as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders, one he hadn’t even known he was carrying. Of course he’d have to come up with an excuse for where he was going Friday night, something Jace wouldn’t want to participate in, something he’d need to do alone. Or he could pretend to be sick and sneak out. He was so lost in thought he almost banged into the front door, which Magnus was leaning against, looking at him through eyes narrowed to crescents.

“What is it?” Alec said.

“Never kissed anyone?” Magnus said. “No one at all?”

“No,” said Alec, hoping this didn’t disqualify him from being datable. “Not a real kiss —”

“Come here.” Magnus took him by the elbows and pulled him close. For a moment Alec was entirely disoriented by the feeling of being so close to someone else, to the kind of person he’d wanted to be close to for so long. Magnus was long and lean but not skinny; his body was hard, his arms lightly muscled but strong; he was an inch or so taller than Alec, which hardly ever happened, and they fit together perfectly. Magnus’ finger was under his chin, tilting his face up, and then they were kissing. Alec heard a small hitching gasp come from his own throat and then their mouths were pressed together with a sort of controlled urgency. Magnus, Alec thought dazedly, really knew what he was doing. His lips were soft, and he parted Alec’s expertly, exploring his mouth: a symphony of lips, teeth, tongue, every movement waking up a nerve ending Alec had never known he had.

He found Magnus’ waist with his fingers, touching the strip of bare skin he’d been trying to avoid looking at before, and slid his hands up under Magnus’ shirt. Magnus jerked with surprise, then relaxed, his hands running down Alec’s arms, over his chest, his waist, finding the belt loops on Alec’s jeans and using them to pull him closer. His mouth left Alec’s and Alec felt the hot pressure of his lips on his throat, where the skin was so sensitive that it seemed directly connected to the bones in his legs, which were about to give out. Just before he slid to the floor, Magnus let him go. His eyes were shining and so was his mouth.

“Now you’ve been kissed,” he said, reached behind him, and yanked the door open. “See you Friday?”

Alec cleared his throat. He felt dizzy, but he also felt alive — blood rushing through his veins like traffic at top speed, everything seemingly almost too brightly colored. As he stepped through the door, he turned and looked at Magnus, who was watching him bemusedly. He reached forward and took hold of the front of Magnus’ t-shirt and dragged the warlock toward him. Magnus stumbled against him, and Alec kissed him, hard and fast and messy and unpracticed, but with everything he had. He pulled Magnus against him, his own hand between them, and felt Magnus’ heart stutter in his chest.

He broke off the kiss, and drew back.

“Friday,” he said, and let Magnus go. He backed away, down the landing, Magnus looking after him. The warlock crossed his arms over his shirt — wrinkled where Alec had grabbed it — and shook his head, grinning.

“Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.”

He shut the door behind him, and Alec ran down the steps, taking them two at a time, his blood still singing in his ears like music.

[enbies-and-felonies]

Here Comes the Sun (And I Say, it’s Alright)

The second part in the “Finding Home” series!! (pt one)

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Warnings: some swearing

Summary: Keefe meets Sammy’s moms (they love him).

Keefe looked down at the small boy who walked beside him, gently swinging his hand back and forth and humming. Sammy was a cute boy with wavy, slightly wispy, light brown hair that reached below his ears and hung in his eyes, causing him to pause every so often in order to brush it away before returning to whatever he had been doing before. He had freckles covering his face and spreading lightly over his neck, and he was missing one of his front teeth. Keefe smiled; Sammy also had the tendency to walk with little hops, or to skip and gallop. It was kind of endearing.

"Mr. Keefe?" The young boy abruptly stopped and peered up at Keefe, swiping at his hair with a thoughtful expression that seemed the wrong fit for his round face. Keefe was struck all at once by the vividness of green in his eyes.

"Yeah kiddo?" How did people normally refer to kids??

"You don't need to worry. My moms- my moms are nice and- and- and you know I'm pretty sure they will love you. I love you Mr. Keefe, and my moms will love you. You fixed my knee!" Apparent mission accomplished, Sammy turned away and started off, humming again under his breath.

Keefe's throat got thick, but he just smiled and nodded, too overcome by the pure emotions rolling off of Sammy to answer. How could one person hold so much hope and joy?? How could this kid, after knowing him for barely seven minutes, already feel such overwhelming love and fondness for him?

It knocked the air out of his chest.

"Alright, sure Sammy." His voice was tight with emotion, but he smiled anyways. The kid was alright.

"Hello, my name's Keefe." He flashed his most charming smile and tried to ignore the thumping of his heart. it's FINE, he just looks like he kidnapped their kid. Again, FINE-

"Hello Keefe! I see you've met Sammy; Thanks for finding us." The taller of the two women in front of him gave a teasing smile at Sammy, "Mischief maker." He giggled up at her and she scrunched her nose back.

She had light brown skin and her curly umber hair, which was the length of her chin, was pulled half-up into a ponytail. Her eyes were smiling when she turned them back to Keefe, and although his heart was stilling going faster than a rabbit's, he smiled cheekily back.

"I'm Maren Sauveterre, but if you even think of calling me Mrs. I'll set Sammy on you, y'hear?" Her stern words were offset by the crows-feet at the corners of her eyes and the lilting laugh that escaped. "Anyway, this is my wife, Aden."

Keefe glanced over at the muscular red-haired woman beside Maren. Despite being shorter than Maren, which actually wasn't saying much since Maren seemed to tower over everything, Aden was an imposing figure and Keefe had to remind himself to steady his breathing. At least Maren didn't seem to have a problem with his accidental kidnapping of their kid, and if worst came to worst she would probably stop her wife from beating him up.

Aden raised an eyebrow and grinned, putting her hand out for him to shake. He could do that, shaking hands was normal, it was a normal thing and he wasn't an elf and if he didn't impress her she wasn't going to kill him-

Taking her hand with what might be a tighter grip than necessary -hadn't he always been told a firm handshake was a good first impression?- Keefe gave a quick nod. Her feelings were a strong barrage of confidence, amusement, affection at Maren and Sammy.

"Good grip, son." And then Aden was smiling and turning to Maren; "You'll have to be careful with this one, Love, he's got spirit."

Keefe felt slightly relieved when he looked her over again and realized she was someone who would likely return his banter, and let an easy smirk pull at his lips.

"Yes ma'am." He responded with a small wink, and Aden burst into laughter.

He was about to say something again when Sammy tugged at the corner of her shirt and whispered up at her "Mom, mom I gotta tell you something." 

Aden quickly knelt down and tipped her head so Sammy could whisper into it, "What's up button?"

Meanwhile Maren seemed to be studying Keefe, whose heart had begun racing again. What had happened to the numbness from before?

"When was the last time you ate, or had a place to shower?" Her eyes were calculating, but not unkind, and Keefe felt his cheeks flush. He must smell worse than those selkie skins he'd once had to clean Fintan's capes with.

"I think I ate dinner last night, and the last time I showered... was longer than I care to remember." He was lying, and his heart skipped three beats. He'd had a small lunch... three days ago. Oh. That wasn't good.

"Well," Aden straightened up and crossed her arms (if Keefe hadn't already pegged her as a kindred sarcastic soul, his anxiety would have spiked again), "Sammy says you healed his knee, so I guess you're coming to our place for dinner."

"I-" What. What the fuck was the protocol for that??? Keefe did NOT have the emotional stability for- "Sure." The smirk convinced them, even if it didn't reassure him at all.

On the way to their house, Keefe learned a few things. First, that Maren might be tall as hell, and Aden muscular and *intimidating* in a way that almost made Keefe second guess his initial 'smart-ass who enjoys banter' assumption about her, but they were both kind and welcoming in a way that burned his throat.

Aden swung Sammy up onto her shoulders and called Maren 'Love' and teased them both with a fond smile just hiding on her lips, and Maren rolled her eyes and tried to tickle her side before breaking out into her bell-like laughter. Maren wore a strawberry shirt and light jean overalls that reached her mid-thighs. On her ears were strawberry earrings, and Keefe got the feeling that that was kind of her vibe. He liked it. 

Aden had her flaming red hair in a set of ornate braids twisted up to lay against the nape of her neck, side bangs hanging on either side of her face. Her outfit was a simple pair of black jean shorts, a grey tank-top, and a deep red flannel (that's what he remembered Sophie calling it at least, and he didn't dwell on it because the thought kind of stung) tied around her waist. Keefe approved of both their outfits; must be the gay.

(Another sentence Sophie had said. He really needed to stop thinking about his friends.)

It was... nice, to walk with them and not feel like there were these expectations that he had to live up to. Aden and Maren clearly adored each other, and Sammy, and they never for a moment made him feel like he was "other". Sammy rambled about bees -something about them not having lungs- and Aden complimented his knowledge while Maren smiled at the both of them, glancing at Keefe as if to say "See them? They're the loves of my life."

And Keefe could. He could see the way they fit together, the way they belonged, each, together. They fit together like families rarely did, in Keefe's opinion, and it made him ache. He had that with his friends, and now-

Now it was better not to think about it.

"C'mon Mister Keefe!!"

Keefe looked up ahead at where Sammy pulled at his Mom's hand, now back on solid ground, and smiled. Soft this time, no smirk to mask feelings he couldn't show. Sammy was already beginning to grow on him, and if Keefe wasn't careful he would let it happen. Let himself grow close to someone just to have them pulled away again, or worse, until he pushed them away, like he did everyone else.

But looking at the Sauveterre's, they way they loved their son, each other, the way they loved life-

Well, maybe this was the dawning of a new chapter in Keefe's life.

And maybe, just maybe, he would let it happen.