#her heart is in the right place tho shell get there

[ilynpilled]

jb barak obama lore au where brienne is bisexual marxist but jaime actually commits to it (becoming both bisexual and marxist)

[aliorsboxostuff]

Idk if u will do this request but! Miguel’s time is like futuristic set right? ( trans people would just transition and be more accepted in this timeline sí right? 😭) so Miguel He went to college at a high prestige science university and so did reader for he is too an smart as him with his own creations in robotics and chemistry. Miguel had tried to get alone room accommodation but failed and got partnered up with transftm!reader and they became roommates. Reader fell in love with Miguel but he didn’t notice cuz he was too focused on his work and whatever. Years go by aka spider verse but suddenly miguel needs help from his old college roommate. Angst fluff maybe…smut??? Sorry English isn’t my first language 😭😭

Hey anon! I appreciate the idea and i love how much you fleshed it out! Dont worry, i completely understand your vision, and i get it english is hard for me too lol i hope i got your ideas right tho, sorry this turned into angst more than what i was aiming lmao enjoy all!

History

Tags: Miguel O’hara x FTM!Reader, Villain!Reader, Lyla, Past Relationship, Angst, Falling Out, Fighting, Arguments, Dirty Thoughts, Meet-Cute, Pining, Secret Crushes, Miguel is as dense as ever, poor reader on this one HAHA

They had a history. Of living together, spending time with each other, but despite all of that it all went downhill. Who knew your ex-roommate turns out to be Doc Oct

(Takes place before Post Credit Scene in into the Spiderverse)

—

"Miguel, I hate to tell you this but we can't-"

"There has to be another way, you designed this Lyla!"

"Hey! Don't blame the AI, blame the maker! I only followed what you said!" 

Lyla huffs and glitches to another part of the console. Miguel is currently hunched over a table in the corner of his lair, the only light illuminating his project is the light rod over his workbench and the monitors around him. 

The girl busies herself with schematics, working out equations and trying to find where they went wrong.

Miguel's latest work on the multiverse brace is to eliminate the glitches that it makes whenever someone uses it. It could potentially lead to wounds from the cells traveling to a different world, and even the healing factor won't fix it. Worst-case scenario, it would lead to a fatal wound, possibly death, and Miguel can't risk that if he's gonna start interdimensional travel. 

His eyes scan over the chip connected to his computer, adding and removing codings that might've gone wrong. He's wearing the headband Lyla gifted him, or mailed to him when it was his birthday months ago, to be exact. 

"I swear the shell is all good, Miguel. It should all contain the molecules needed for the portal bracelet,"

"Can you please stop calling it that?" 

"What? 'Portal'?"

"Yes. It's not a portal, we already have that," Miguel rolls his eyes, gluing them back to the screen.

"Then what are we calling it?" Lyla pouts, adjusting her heart glasses.

"Transdimensional Pathfinding Wristlet."

Lyla pauses her work, and turns to Miguel, her brows raised, the blinks once, twice. "Wh- seriously?" 

"Y'know what, I'm not even gonna try," He shakes her head before glitching to another monitor. "Leave it to the crazy scientist to name his things,"

Miguel ignores what his AI had said, instead focusing back on the chip. If this succeeds, it’ll be the first dimensional trip the prototype could make, and he’d prefer not to be a piece of burnt toast once he comes out of it. He coded another line, before he ran a diagnostic. The screen glares red, the annoyingly big letters of ‘ERROR’ pops up.

Miguel blinks, before he feels his claws coming out, promptly making him stand and throw his chair across the room. It shatters, the metal pieces clinking to the concrete floor. He heaves, sharp fangs bared, barely causing anger at his fingertips. 

Lyla fixes him with a look. “That your fifth chair Miguel,”

The man takes a steady breath, wiping his hand across his face, working at his jaw. He tilts his head sharply and something pops. He faintly hears Lyla clicking her tongue. 

"There's a guy I know,"

—

"What do you mean there isn't any- I booked a single room last week," 

"I'm sorry but there must've been a mishap in the system. I'm going to have to put you with an available roommate," 

"I don't want-" Miguel sighs, tapping his foot insistently. "Look, is there any way I can register for another single room?" 

"You can wait a couple of weeks for a vacant room, but you'd need to consult with the head of the faculty." She nodded to him, a regretful look behind those blonde bangs. Miguel huffs, hands on his hips, thinking out a decision. 

"Fine," He groans. "Who's still available for a roommate then?" 

The girl's brows raise before she quickly types something into the computer, reading out what looks like a list with numbers and names. "Oh!" She smiles. "Room 304, on the third floor is still awaiting a roommate,"

"Great, thank you," Miguel grumbles, already picking up his boxes where he left them on the floor.

"If you'd like-" The girl calls for him again. "I can talk to the faculty member, see if I can help you with the room situation," 

"Sure, I'd appreciate it," Miguel's back is already turned to her as he makes his way to the building's elevator. With his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and the boxes of his unfinished work, traversing the hallway takes a bit of an effort. Students were not mingling around because most of them were already in their rooms, with the time turning just after 5 PM. 

Finally, he reaches the elevator doors. Miguel shuffles the boxes into one hand, struggling to press the button before he is beaten to it by another hand reaching for the ascend button too. 

"Here man, let me help you," The person says, already picking up the two boxes that cover Miguel's vision even before he said anything.

"Hey don't-" He begins, before he finally gets a good look at the person that dared to touch his scraps. The man in front of him, standing just inches taller than him, hair with an unintelligible style, captivating eyes and the faintest smirk on his lips. 

Miguel's brain stutters a bit. "I'm- nevermind, thanks," 

"Of course dude," And Miguel's interest plummets. "What floor?"

"Third please," He nods, pressing the button once he and Miguel get in. The door closes and leaves the two in silence, only the faint whirr of the elevator's machine. 

"So, late to dorm assignments?" 

"Nah, they messed up my request," 

"Shit, really?" He turns to Miguel, his brows furrowed. 

"Yeah, now I'm stuck with a damn roomie,"

"Oh yeah? What room?" 

"304, apparently," Miguel huffs, looking down into the box he's carrying, the tape on it peeling slightly. The guy halts, now his brows are raised. 

Miguel's turn to look confused, before the guy chuckles lightly. "Funny you say that 'cuz," 

"I'm room 304," He smirks, readjusting the boxes. 

There's a pause, before he feels the red of embarrassment gathers on his cheeks. "You're-" 

"That damn roomie? Yeah,"

"Fuck, sorry I didn't-"

"No no, it's fine! Really," The guy laughs, shaking his head while Miguel tries to formulate a coherent sentence. "I don't mind man, I get wanting your own space though," 

"Hey, I hope I'll be a good roomie," He bumps Miguel's shoulder lightly, his smile not fading. Miguel finds himself mimicking it slightly. After that, he introduced himself to Miguel, his major and such.

The elevator opens just after that, the two make their way down the hallway. He asks about Miguel's major too, just as they reach the door. 

"I seriously didn't think I'd get a roomie," He chuckles, turning the key with a million other key chains. It jingles, before he pushes the door open and into the room. "I'll go check with the front desk-" 

"Oh!" He turns after putting down the two boxes he was carrying. "Just got the text, said they'll give you the key tomorrow," 

"Great," Miguel rolls his eyes, putting down his box on the vacant desk and his duffle on the chair. He turns, inspecting the room that he's been sent to stay in. One side is already cluttered with his roommate's stuff, plants and books and papers strewn about. He tilts his head when he spots a flag on his desk.

"You're trans?" Miguel asks, turning to him where he was still standing with his phone out. He hums and lifts his head, meeting Miguel's browns.

"Oh that old thing? Yeah," He scratches the back of his neck. "I know, I get it. No one really cares nowadays, the worlds moved on, whatever," 

He glances at the little flag, pink and white and blue adding color to the messy desk. He smiles. "It's a reminder, I guess," 

Miguel stares at the flag, just once, before he nods and shrugs, turning to open his boxes. "Sure, that's cool," 

He can practically feel the sunshine radiating from his roommate behind him. He crosses his arms, turning again to face him, and he's right because his roommate has a really bright smile. "I hope we'll be good friends, Miguel," 

—

"Miguel there's so many people in Nueva York how am I supposed to-'' Lyla stops, before she grins. "Nevermind, found him!" 

Miguel finishes his spider shot, cracking his neck again as he sets the syringe down. He turns towards Lyla, the AI already projecting the location. "Looks like our guy lives in… the slums? I thought you said he was a prodigy," 

"Yeah well not everyone gets a decent job even if they are a genius," Miguel huffs, running his hand through his hair as he looks at the mirror.

"Who's you said the guy was again?" Lyla begins to scroll through the data. 

Miguel sighs. "Old roommate, back in college," 

"Ooh, interesting," She giggles.

"Lyla don't-" 

"I'm not looking through his history! Just a peek, though," 

Miguel lets out another sigh, walking towards the large opened window. "Uh, hey Miguel, are you sure about this?" 

"Why what's wrong?" 

Lyla displays her screen as it glitches in front of Miguel. According to her research, the old roomie has been caught by the police stealing items from hardware stores and electronic stores, a handful of accounts of disruption of peace according to the other tenants in his old apartment. And he's currently deemed missing.

"Where did you say his location was?" Miguel reads through the file, his brows knitted. 

"Just here, some abandoned warehouse in the slums," 

—

“Miguel, man, you’ve got to eat,” A tray for warm food was suddenly placed between Miguel's paperwork. He huffs, pushing the plate away and to the edge of his already small table. He hears a sigh, before the plate is moved out of his peripherals, and Miguel is back into his work.

“Dude, you only ate like, one energy bar after going to the gym,” 

“I’m fine,” 

Another exasperated sigh, before his roommate goes back to whatever robotics he was working on. Miguel has been perfecting his latest assignment the whole week, going back and forth on his computer, writing down research papers and consulting with his professors. Meanwhile, the man that he shares his room with is tinkering with a recent robotic piece he’s been pouring his heart into.

It’s correct that they share most of their schedule together. Miguel would wake up before dawn, and so would he. They’d run a couple of laps around campus before hitting the gym just before it gets too crowded. He’d spot for Miguel while Miguel would comment on his form if it needs any improvement. Sometimes they’d share breakfast together, before they head for their different classes, though ever since Miguel has been engrossed in his recent paperwork, their time spent together has been blessed. It'd be a lie to say Miguel doesn't miss their shared time, but he supposes seeing him back in their room after a long day is enough. Though, it doesn't seem enough for his friend. 

Unbeknownst to Miguel, his roommates have been supporting a devastating crush on him. Stolen glances, longing eyes whenever Miguel's back is turned towards him. Times when he’d stare a bit too long whenever Miguel was doing his bench presses, times when he’d stand close just to feel the comforting warmth beside him. He’d fuss over Miguel, bringing food or drinks, bringing things Miguel might've forgotten with his busy schedule. Sometimes, when Miguel worked too late and too much, he’d fall asleep on his desk, at which he’d bring his blanket to cover Miguel’s back. In the morning, he rolls his eyes and says something about Miguel getting a bad back, which Miguel would promptly ignore. 

It’s currently Friday night. The man that's sitting on the opposite side of the room has seemingly lost interest in his robotics and decided to peer out of their bedroom window. Suddenly, Miguel is bombarded by a loud shout coming from outside of their room, and snaps quickly to the source. He sees his roommate has opened the bedroom window and is looking out into the campus’ courtyard. 

“Yeah, I'll join you! Be right down!” He hollers, before he shuts and locks the window. Miguel turns, blinking away the slight dizziness he got. 

“Who was that?” 

“A friend, they're having a party at one of the frat houses, you wanna join?” He grins, pulling on his leather jacket and pocketing his belongings. Miguel has never been to a party and he's not about to start going, especially when he has a deadline to push. He shakes his head, always swiveling back his chair. 

“No thanks,” 

He hears his friend scoff. “Come on Miguel! You’ve been working on that thing for ages now, you deserve a break, and the deadline isn't for another month!” 

“I’m not interested,” Miguel bites back, barely glancing at his pleas. 

“Just this once, I promise it’ll be fun! I’ll be there and I can take care of-”

“I said I'm not interested.” He spits out, already hunching into the part he’s soldiering. He doesn't hear anything, not an answer or another push for him to join. The air has changed, something heavy hangs between them. The tension is palpable, but despite it all Miguel only hears the shuffling of his friend's boots. 

“Sure, whatever,” His roommate fixes a stare at the back of Miguel's head, before he unlocks their door. “Y’know, one of these days that work of yours is going to destroy you if you're not careful,” 

And with that, he leaves Miguel alone for the night. 

—

“What the fuck!” Miguel jumps and manages to hold on to the side of the building. “Lyla searches for his weakness points!”

“Hah! You think this has a weakness, Miguel?!” The man shouts, a wide grin on his lips. “I’ve perfected these arms, they are practically indestructible!” 

“SO this is how you greet your old roommate?” 

“I’d prefer for us to meet for coffee, but after how you treated me, I think this…” He brings a menacing robotic arm towards him, as if to inspect it. “Is way better,” 

The arm suddenly lunges towards Miguel which he narrowly avoids. He jumps and entwines two of the appendages together as he lands behind the man, at which he growls and breaks free of Miguel’s red webs. “I never treated you badly!”

“No, not really huh,” He smirks. “But you never noticed the shit I did for you anyways!” 

He spears those sharp arms towards Miguel which he does a couple of doges before jumping down the rooftop they were currently fighting on. 

“All of those morning coffees, late dinners, all for nothing! None! All because you were so fucking focused-” He sharply turns, grabbing Miguel’s wrist and stopping him from dropping a punch. He suddenly pulls Miguel towards him, burning anger behind those eyes. “On combining a damn spider's DNA with yourself!” 

He throws the Spiderman across the street, breaking several walls until the momentum finally stops. Miguel groans, cracking his neck when Lyla suddenly pops up. “Boss, the control panel for those arms is on his back, if you could pull it apart from him, it’ll stop him from controlling it,”

“On it.” Miguel swiftly stands, running through the many rooms he passed before leaping into the air, catching the man off guard. He throws a punch that lands on his face, throwing him off balance and into the concrete street below. He grows, and fixes his jaw, before launching back to full force against Miguel. 

“It was all fine until you went out with that fucking brunette!” He shouts, throwing debris towards Miguel which he weaves and dodges. “Did I ever mean anything to you?!”

He’s got Miguel pinned to the ground, and pushes all of the arms to stab at him, but instead misses and gets buried in the ground instead when Miguel swiftly pulls away with his web. He struggles to get the appendages out of the strong concrete, suddenly finding them stuck, an opportunity for Miguel to rip the control panel off. He swings above the man, landing directly behind him where he quickly digs his nails into the seams of the panel. 

“I’m sorry,” Miguel manages before he pulls. An ear-splitting scream, before deathly silence. Miguel could only hear his heavy breath, before sparks of green ran through the man's body, and it jolted him. He shouts, before falling into the pavement. Miguel takes a beat to examine the control panel, before throwing it somewhere on the ground. He spots the bareback of his once roommate, a horrid sight of root-like marks growing around the man's back. Miguel furrows his brows, before he hears the faint police sirens, no doubt coming over to clean up the commotion. 

Just as Miguel was about to make his leave, he heard the man cough, a horrid groan behind him. Miguel glances slightly, as he hears him begin to speak. 

“I was right… Your work did destroy you.”

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[sivyera]

stolen bride pt. 3

avatar 2 neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite x fem!metkayina!reader

a/n: this is probably the last part, also jake is a bit villain in this story idk, also it's just a story so don't attack me in the comments, if you don't like it don't read it otherwise enjoy!

sevin = pretty, beautiful

song - Firework by Katy Perry

part 1, part 2 here

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You woke up, feeling soft kisses on your neck, they were from Neytiri who was already up. She had her arms tightly wrapped around your waist while her face was buried in your neck, peppering it softly with kisses.

"Good morning, sevin." Neytiri said softly as she gave you one last kiss behind your ear.

You smiled on the nickname she gave you. You then turned to face her while giving her a loving smile.

"Good morning.." You yawned.

She smiled back at you which was rare at this time, but you were glad. You felt special that she feels safe around you, that she felt comfortable enough with you to be vulnerable around you. But your good mood fell down quickly as you realized...

"What do we do now? Were you serious with the running away?" You asked worried.

Neytiri sighed and gave you assuring, warm smile. She then softly stroked your cheek with her palm while looking into your eyes. She thought everything through and after few days, she decided that her children could live without her, just with their father, Jake. She knew they will understand, at least Kiri...

She loved her kids dearly, but there was a problem with her husband... she felt out of love.

She didn't have any feelings for him. He brought only bad to her, her father is dead because of him, her home was destroyed because of him and now? They were all running because of him.

On the other hand if it wasn't him and this whole chaos around with Quaritch, she'd never met you, so it's also a good thing.

"Yes, I was serious. I want to be with you and I believe they gonna make it." She said with assuring smile, completly serious.

You hesitated for few minutes. Thinking if it was good idea, but you quickly realized it was when imagine of you two getting separated again crossed your mind. You then relaxed and smiled back.

"I see you." You said as you gave her a kiss on the lips.

She blushed but quickly melted in that kiss. Her heart was happiest when she was with you, she felt so at peace, so loved, so whole, so happy. It can't be described how amazing the feeling was.

"Oel ngati kameie" Neytiri answered. She then gave you one quick peck on the lips and spoke again. "We have to hurry, so we leave before anyone wakes up."

Both of you then stood up and quietly started packing your stuff. You started packing a small bag of stuff that was important to you like stuff that Tuk, Kiri or your younger sister, Tsireya made for you; your hunting knife from your father; herbs, shells and sea flowers from your mother.

You also left a small note near your bed for your sister and eventually everyone saying that both of you, Neytiri and you, are okay and that they have to understand.

It made you a bit sad but at the same time, you were going to spend the rest of your life with the love of your life. It was worth it.

Neytiri went to her marui and packed all her stuff as well. She didn't forget her bow and gave all of her kids last goodbye kiss.

She then called her ikran and put all her stuff on it, followed by going back to you but now with her ikran and packed stuff. Meanwhile you called your ilu and told it to follow Neytiri's ikran the whole time because you two are gonna fly above the ocean, your ilu can follow and not get separated from you. It was fantastic!

You and Neytiri placed your stuff on her ikrans back, right next to her packed stuff. She then jumped on her ikran while giving you her hand so she can help you get on.

You hesitated tho, it was your first time flying on a ikran. She noticed your anxiety and gave you a warm smile. "Don't be afraid, sevin." She said calmly.

You took a deep breath and after few seconds, you took her hand and sat on her ikran, in front of her. She then hugged her arms around your waist and then...

"Wow..." You said as you were suddenly in the air.

You felt the fresh breeze on your face while her warm body hugging you from behind. You could felt the skin of her ikran which was beautifully colored. You could hear your ilu swimming right under you. You could see everything from up here. It was beautiful.

You relaxed your body into her, feeling safe, loved, warm...you felt at home, you felt whole...

Neytiri noticed how you relaxed your body and she also noticed the smile crawling up your face which made her smile as well.

"Before we find our new home, I want you to meet my mother." She said as she kissed your forehead.

So now, you and Neytiri are on your way back to the forest, to meet Neytiri's mother, Mo'at.

[icannot3]

"Drunken Mistakes"

Jimmy darling x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, fighting, slight angst (happy ending tho yippee)

Word count: 1.8k

I saw this little sentence prompt that said, "I can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you." So that's what this is based on.

..........................

Some say that you will never heal by going back to what hurt you.

But seeing Jimmy with a woman pressed tightly against him, his lips ravishing her own in such a fervent way made your heart twist. Despite almost a year passing since you'd separated, you still remained devastated. And him? He seemed to have little to no problem simply moving on, as if you meant nothing. You'd heard the sounds that came from his trailer at night, on at least a biweekly basis. He was sloppy, always drunk, it repulsed you in a way to see what he'd become. But perhaps he'd always been this way, and it was your rose-colored glasses that had prevented you from seeing the truth.

His hands were tenderly holding her by the hips, squeezing the skin there. It was dark; you were walking back to your trailer when you'd seen the two entangled in the open valley. You'd seemingly frozen, unable to move and unable to turn away from the scene. You'd missed him, despite everything. You missed when he held you like that and how sweet he was before his mother's death. Sometimes, the moments of bliss from your relationship made you forget about the malignancy. Often, you would wonder about whether leaving him truly was a mistake. You felt that maybe you were just emotional and acted brashly at the time. Your brow furrowed, nose cringing with disgust after you looked back at the day the relationship had ended.

You had been worried sick, unable to find him for hours. Panicked, you'd searched everywhere. Jimmy had recently gotten in trouble with some men married to the women he'd previously catered at Tupperware Parties. He wasn't discovered for his devious system until he stopped servicing the women after getting with you, this act had led them into a storm of petty rage. Some of the women told their husband's that he'd forced himself on them, and as a "freak," he had no means of defending himself against these claims. His deformities made him unbelievable, and punishment if caught would be merciless.

He didn't show up to the diner, where plans between the two of you had been made. It was a celebratory occasion, your birthday. Jimmy had made promises to spoil you with his affections and all of the gifts he could afford. His enthusiasm about the day had you worried about what could have happened that made him unable to attend. Things between you had been turbulent as of late due to both the stress he was under with the law and the death of his mother. You were arguing often; he'd started drinking to cope instead of for enjoyment purposes, and it was making him become an ugly shell of what he once was. As you walked back home, in passing, you looked at his trailer. It was the one place you had not yet checked. Your feet were sore from the heels you'd worn to impress him, the ones he didn't care enough to show up and see on your birthday. You stepped up to the door, opening it abruptly. There he was, laying down and wasted out of his right mind. He looked filthy and hadn't even dressed up to see you. His white tank top was stained with liquor, you could tell by the smell.

Something in you had snapped in that moment. Your yelling and sharp slam of the door had woken him up. You'd stormed out of the premise, blinded by rage and disappointment. He was following you from behind, immediately on your tail. Jimmy scoffed, arms flying up in the air. "What's the matter with you?" Baffled by his blatant ignorance, you ran your hands through your hair and pulled the soft locs with frustration. You didn't even want to see him, let alone explain his act of unreliability. He continued to follow you, stumbling gracelessly as he did. He was yelling incoherently your way, sentences sounding more like slurred words.

You'd finally turned around, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself before speaking. "The plans, Jimmy. Remember? It seems that drinking like a slob is more important than my birthday." Your words were laced with venom, tears beginning to blind you. You closed your eyes, refusing to let any fall. He got up close to you, stopping in his tracks. "It's not that big of a deal. We can go out now." His breath was volatile.

"Just forget about it." You opted that the day would now be more enjoyable without him. Jimmy groaned with frustration. "Don't be like this. I made a one-time mistake, but it won't happen again. So let's just forget about it." You inhaled a shaky breath, weeks of pent-up frustration bubbling to the surface. "It's funny you say that because this isn't the first time you've done this." Your arm came up to wipe your tears that still threatened to escape. "I do so much for you- I supported you through everything. Yet you can't go one day without drinking so much you can't even function. Fucking look at yourself, Jimmy!" Your voice was breaking, the stress causing you to shake.

"OH! Well, if I'm such a piece of shit, why don't you just leave me, huh?" He yelled back, his arm reaching towards you and swaying 'matter of factly. You scowled, "Well, maybe if you don't even care enough to try and fix things, I should! I deserve someone who loves me enough to make an effort."

"Then maybe you should leave."

You were brought back to reality, and it hits you like a semi-truck. You'd spaced out, staring at Jimmy and whatever girl he'd decided to finesse tonight. In your daze, he'd taken notice of your lingering stare, making eye contact with you. Your breath hitches, and you quickly begin to walk past them, not wanting to deal with the conflict that could arise. Your chest felt as if it may cave in, ears and cheeks red hot. Finally, you'd made it inside of your space, feeling the sweet relief of solitude. A place where you could not be bothered, somewhere you could sleep off the stress of today and forget about it by tomorrow.

A knock sounded at your door, and your head snapped to the side with annoyance. You knew it was Jimmy, his insolence was aggravating. He knows that you have no interest in seeing him outside of any shows. You slanted the doorway enough to peek your head out. There he stood straight, alone. You looked around the area for anyone else. "What do you want?"

"We need to talk." His voice is soft. He smells pleasant. He also looks sober, to your suprise. You still felt bitter from his presence, feeling a strong urge to act petty. "You forgot to bring your leech. She's probably looking for you." You back away, about to cut him off. His hand comes up and grabs the edge of the door, keeping it open opposingly. "I'm serious. Can I please come in? I'll leave right after I say what I need to, promise." He stays calm, careful not to push further on the matter out of respect. His hand slides down the door to his side as if he's giving you the option to shut it if you want. Begrudgingly, you allow him to enter, curious about what he has to tell you so urgently. He steps inside, cautiously taking a seat on the couch and removing his hat. His curls are soft looking as they bounce at the now lack of restraint. You couldn't help but notice how clean he looked, freshly shaven, and washed.

You snap yourself out of staring at him for too long once again. "So what is it you wanted to say?" Your demeanor has changed, deciding that it's best to act civil now. Jimmy looks down at his hands, pursing his lips and rolling his head to the side. It takes him a minute to speak, but when he does, he looks you in the eyes. "I can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you."

You're flabbergasted and left at a loss of what to say or how to respond to his statement. It's you who's silent now, trying to process his words. Not giving you time to recuperate, he continues. "Losing you was the biggest mistake I ever made. You didn't deserve that. You're the only person in this world that really cared for me, and I blew it. I can't say sorry enough - I know I don't deserve forgiveness. It ain't right, the way I treated you. At the time, I could have come up with so many excuses about why I did what I did, but none a' that matters." He reaches into his pocket, grabbing a small box. "Sometimes I carry this with me because I think about finally manning up enough to give it to ya'. Even though it's been almost a year and I should've givin' it to you on your birthday, here." You take the small box in hand, the velvet fabric encasing it feeling luxurious against your fingertips. Upon opening, it was a small necklace with a heart and a little stone on the chain. The clear diamond-like crystal glistened beautifully.

You gazed up at him in disbelief, knowing this likely cost a pricey penny. He was smiling softly at you, a look of remorse on his face. Suddenly, you felt lighter, all of the pain you'd experienced beginning to vanish. To see him cleaned up and hear his apology resurfaced the love you always had for him. "Have you stopped drinking?" You felt the need to ask for a final precaution before deciding to forgive him. "Almost entirely, I can't keep acting like a fool anymore." You nod, taking in his statement. "I wanna be the man you deserve. I'll spend forever proving that to you if I have to." Jimmy offered you his hand, which you took. His touch was gentle, his thumb grazing against the back of your palm. "I miss you, Angel."

Instinctually, you'd hugged him; allowing yourself to melt in his familiar embrace. This was the Jimmy you fell in love with. His strong arms surround you, pulling you in even closer. His hand plays with your hair and strokes your neck affectionately. He dropped his face down and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You pull away, reciprocating that by kissing his lips. It's a simple peck that you pull away from quickly. Jimmy brings up his hand, tracing your lips with his finger before kissing you himself. You melt into his touch, allowing him to do so until your brain felt fuzzy from contentment.

"I'm never letting you go again, sweetheart. That's a promise."

A promise he kept.

[necros-writing-stuff]

I'm not sure if you're receiving prompts right now especially for Eden but if you are can I ask for a protective Eden with a very damaged and traumatized PC? Like maybe it happened while she was getting supplies or while she's in the forest (Not sure if Eden would be able to protect her at all times there). Just feeling very vulnerable and scared rn and want some protection from the big forest man. It's okay if you can't tho, Thank you nonetheless! Love your works so very very much!

Hope you can feel safer soon!

Male Eden, fem reader.

Eden stand with his hands on your hips, his lips brushing up against the shell of your ear as you steady his hunting rifle and hold the stance he'd taught you. Your face is set in straight lines, concentration written all over it.

He doesn't like you handling the weapon. It took a bit of convincing from you to be allowed to, but Eden caved eventually. You wanted to learn how to use it because it would make you feel safer.

It wasn't right - not to him. You shouldn't be feeling this fear, not while he's here to protect you. You still are though. So he has to teach you how to fend for yourself a little.

Theres a stark contrast between the serious woman he sees beside him and the quivering one he first encountered in the forest. You'd been all wide-eyed, drenched by rain with little protection from the cold due to your raggedy clothes. A bear had been sniffing around you, circling in the bushes as it judged whether or not to attack.

Eden has shot into the sky then, scaring the bear off. He'd scared you too, your body folding into a crouch as your hands had gone over your ears. God, you'd been so stiff as he'd picked you up. Just so easy to take. So in need of care. And that's exactly what he'd done. Brought you home, washed you up, fed you, clothed you. Loved you.

Your fear rarely abated, though. You were often nervous, pausing by the windows to take a moment and breathe deeply several times a day.

Some things helped. Your mind quietened when focusing on learning new things around the cabin. You slept well when he played with your hair, even if nightmares would wake you up. He never asked what was in those dreams, but he was there to snuggle close to.

And of course, moments like these as you put holes into the target he had. You were becoming quite the little marksman, at least with stationary targets. Your body still, your heart steady, mind focused.

The hunter still didn't like it. But he could understand it. And it was much easier than trying to find words of comfort.

"That's it for the night, love. Bullets are limited and I need them for the hunt tomorrow." Eden pulled the gun from your reluctant hands, bringing you back to reality.

It was as quick as a whip crack, how you became shy once more without the weapon in your grasp. Your hands found their way to the fabric of his coat as he led you back inside, not wanting to be apart for even a second. It would have annoyed him if it was anyone else. Instead, Eden almost felt the urge to puff out his chest and make himself seem more intimidating. To show off how strong and competent he is.

Instead, he helps you to dress for bed, crawling under the layers of furs and blankets with you and letting you nuzzle your face against his chest. Your head is almost completely under the covers, and on days where it isn't you insist on his arms guarding you from the world in the blankets place. How you could breathe like that, he has no clue. But you sleep best like this.

And he is reminded that he isn't alone every morning when he finds you've drooled on him in your sleep. Again.

[my-own-walker]

So glad to hear you're taking requests for this week! Luv ur stories 🙂

Can I pls request an angst re-imagining what you've happened in that movie night scene in asylum if Kit, Lana and Grace (you can change Grace for reader if you want, lol) were actually caught there by Jude instead of being mistaken when they were all sitting back soaking wet after having tried to escape?

Tysm

She's Not There

note: thank ya for the compliment! also, this pic makes me so sad :((( love this request tho! it's like a lil creative writing activity

warnings: AHS asylum, abuse, bl00d, really just sad themes, aka angst, does not end well for the reader (sorry)

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Kit's POV

I loved her as she was. I never wanted to control her fire. All I needed was to be near it. To bask in the warmth of her spirit.

She came to me with the idea of escape. She relied on my resilience to get by. Who was I to dull that sparkle in her eye?

A big storm was on the way. A movie night was planned. Our plan seemed so solid, that we could taste the freedom. Nothing could get in the way of her and me trying to get out of there. To have a life together.

When the moment came, I felt sick. We were unsupervised. We could slip out unnoticed. So we did. Her, Shelley, and I. I paused outside the door to the common room, steeling my nerves. If I'm honest, I would have bailed right there, had it not been for her.

She looked back at me, hope in her eyes. She looked like a religious icon. Like someone you'd sacrifice yourself for. I took her hand and I followed her. I would have done anything for her.

She reluctantly let Lana join us after she begged. I may not have done what she did, but she was brave. And she was kind. And she was patient. Shelley sacrificed herself to allow us to pass without an orderly seeing us.

She kept on because she was fearless.

We exited into the storm, Lana with us instead of Shelley. It was terrifying. We quickened our pace through the blinding storm. Sheets of rain fell upon us, blurring our vision detrimentally. The hissing storm saturated the ground. Sticky, wet mud dragged us down and made moving nearly impossible.

We got turned around. We barely knew which way to go. The curtain of rain and wind made the trees around us blur like a watercolor painting. I couldn't breathe. The water encompassed my being, infiltrating my nose and mouth each time I tried to feed my lungs.

Then, my breath caught for a different reason. With a loud crack and a flash of pain, I was leveled, lying in the disgusting mud. A figure stood over me, holding what looked like a bat. They brandished the weapon and swung down upon me with a swoosh. All at once, everything was black.

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I awoke coughing. Wet, thick coughs that tasted bad on my tongue. My vision was blurred. A sharp pain crackled through my skull. I feared my brain might split in two. I used two hands to hold my head, trying to squeeze the pain away, all while using the heels of my palms to wipe the clouds from my eyes.

With a few more blinks, I could see again. I lowered my hands and looked down at them. The sight left me shell-shocked. Both were covered in wet, fresh blood. It was grotesque. My chest constricted so tightly, it was as if the walls were trying to keep my heart from dropping.

Then a memory of her flashed across my vision. My head shot up and I scanned the room feverishly for a sign of her. I was in solitary, though, so no one was there. Not even a guard.

I stood from my place on the floor next to the back wall, but without the concrete propping my back up I fell back over onto my hands and knees. The splitting pain in my head rendered me useless on my feet. I crawled to the door and collapsed in a heap next to it.

In the seconds following, I heard the door unlatch, and then open. I didn't even have the strength to look up.

"Ah, you're awake," Sister Jude purred. "It's time you came with me."

Two orderlies grappled me roughly to my feet, securing my hands together with leather straps behind my back. The two of them, led by Sister Jude, dragged my limp body through the asylum, all the way to her office. My hanging feet hit each stair heavily as they dragged me upward.

The sight before me broke my heart. She sat slumped in a chair in front of Sister Jude's desk, bleeding from the back of her head. I perked up a bit upon seeing her, almost believing I could be let go and run to her.

They placed me in the seat next to her. Despite the awful pain, I craned my neck to see her face. She was nearly unrecognizable, brutalized heinously. She wasn't conscious. I full-body winced.

Next in came Lana, in better shape than the two of us, yet still bruised and bloodied.

Sister Jude snapped her finger at the orderly behind us and pointed at Y/N. "You! Wake her up," she barked. The man, dressed in all white, the front of his shirt stained with blood, shuffled over to her.

He took her by the shoulders and shook her gently. Her head swung from side to side, limply, then, bobbed up slowly. She let out a sickening gurgle that made my stomach turn. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch her.

"So," Sister Jude began. "These are the three who took advantage of my kindness, hm?" She paced back and forth behind her desk. "You three believed it appropriate to try to leave. You sicken me."

"You've punished us enough," Lana croaked.

"Ah, yes?" Jude smiled. "I don't think so." She tutted her tongue. "I don't believe so at all."

Her head dipped back down beside me heavily, her chin making contact with her chest.

"Keep her awake," Jude barked. The orderly returned to Y/N's side and shook her again. This time, though, she didn't stir. A nauseating feeling crept up inside of me.

"Y/N?" I rasped, leaning to my left to nudge her with my shoulder. She still didn't stir. Water collected in my bottom eyelid as a lump formed in my throat.

"Get her out of here," Sister Jude ordered, gesturing toward the door. The man in all white picked her up, bridal style. Her head swayed loosely as he adjusted her in his arms.

My lip trembled. I sucked in a short breath before I let out a small cry. Tears collected in my eyelashes, making it hard for me to see. I couldn't wipe them away, I could only let them fall.

"No," I choked out, barely audible as the orderly took her away from me. I could only believe the worst.

How terrible it is to love something death can touch.

Part of me wanted to believe the worst was yet to come, but if she truly was gone, the worst had already come and gone. I swallowed my despair and steeled myself for whatever punishment I was to be dealt.

Because nothing could be worse than losing her.

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SORRY IT WAS SAD THATS WHO I AM!!!

[streaminn]

makeup is such a good setup for enko

yoko straddles enids lap, telling her to hush and be still bc shell ruin it otherwise

enid has to hope yoko doesnt feel her heart beating or notice her red face, bc yokos breath comes out soft and cold, bc even tho she doesnt need to breath she just does so without thinking, some left over thing from vamps and humans splitting on the evolutionary tree

it sends little shocks across her body when yoko moves, bc enid is trying to keep her hands firmly on her waist to stop the older girl from falling, but she moves and when she moves enids hands stay in place, so she keeps accidentally squeezing her hips

and yoko is so mean and teases her each time, calling her a little flirt and saying that if she doesnt stop yoko might act up

"act up?" Enid whispers, trying to keep her brows from furrowing because that pen is way too close to her eyes. "act up!?"

Yoko shushes her with a smile. "just saying Enid, the way you're squirming.. It doing something for me"

Enid can feel her nails grow at the threat? Flirt?? At those words and she tries to ignore the way Yoko's legs jerk when her claws press a warning onto that skin.

"you're a perv," Enid hisses and if she could hide her face from this world, anything to make sure yoko doesn't see the blush burning at her skin, she would.

Yoko humms. "your perv, get it right."

[elliebean714]

Hi! I'm new to ypur blog, but I noticed that you write for certain Bioshock characters- Would it be alright if I asked for some random Atlas fluff, or a cute fluff request with subject delta where he mistakes a female citizen in rapture as a little sister bc of her height and is all 'MUST PROTECT MY BABY' around her?

Thanks so much! Feel free to dm me/send a request to my inbox.

UGGGHHHH I WISH BOTH WERE AN OPTION??? THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING BIOSHOCK??? I LOVE YOU FOR THAT???💖💕💘💞💗💘💓 went with delta tho cus bioshock 2 is my favourite of the three+delta is my favourite protagonist, not that the competition was sparse yk? Faceless white guy, awful white guy or father of the decade? Yeah easy choice. Luv em all tho xx kinda diverged from the request a bit hope that's kay♡

I'm Just Short

Subject Delta X Short!F!Reader

Fluff

During-Game

Fire crackled in red barrels and water leaked from the ceilings, occasionally Dr Lambs creepy voice would boom over the screechy intercom.

You were running, being chased by Lambs splicers for rescuing a little sister, almost out of bullets.

Heart pounding in your chest, feeling the ice of the rapture floor against your cut, sore, almost bare feet from how torn and old your shoes were. You ducked behind some cover as more splicers began searching for you. They had you pinned down.

After a few moments of contemplating your options, you hear something heavy thumping around, gunshots, fire, and a Big Daddy's groan.

Oh shit.

Adding a Big Daddy to your list of problems, her options dwindled down significantly. You were not going to even think about trying to kill that thing, you were far too low on ammo and supplies. Not to mention how weak you were, even just against one splicer.

You had to run. He had distracted the splicers chasing you, no-one would notice you disappear. Taking a quick look up you saw the amount of splicers was already down to two or three. You looked for a good, fast path out of there.

Once you found an easily accessible route, you sprinted for it as fast as your legs could carry you. Then you heard the thumping behind you, like the big daddy was running after you.

Panicking, you ran into a room and began barricading the door with anything heavy you could move and searching every nook and cranny as fast as you could for supplies, you were lucky enough to find a first aid kit and a couple of shotgun shells, but nowhere near enough to help with fighting a Big Daddy.

The footsteps get louder and louder as you duck into a corner, hoping the lack of light in the room would make you harder to detect if he managed to get in.

And he did. After a quick push, he easily entered the room and, to your horror, made a beeline right for you. You prepared yourself for the worst, shocked to see him only leave his hand out for you to take.

Unsure of what was happening but with no other options you shakily took his hand. Surprised by his gentle nature when all he did was help you stand. After ensuring you were not injured he picked you up and placed you on his back, like you were a Little Sister.

Before you could protest he was on the move, after a few minutes he dropped you off at a corpse and began laying traps down like he was preparing for something. Confused, you just looted the corpse and stared up at him once you were done. He look down at you like he was waiting for something.

"What? You want me to get Adam from it? I'm not a Little Sister, and I don't have a needle so I couldn't even if I wanted to." You told him, becoming increasingly agitated by his confusion.

When he saw that you weren't harvesting any Adam, he just lifed you up and put you on his back again. This time carrying you towards a Little Sister vent.

Before setting you down he lays his hand over your forehead, like he's rescuing a Little Sister. Once he's done he sets you down safely beside it then stands back like he's waiting for you to climb inside.

"I can't fit, you idiot. I'm not a kid. I'm just short." You tell him.

But he only stares at you patiently. You just sigh and mumble something about him being an idiot then try to fit into the vent. Although you shockingly actually fit through the vent.

"Uggh. What the hell." You grumble before deciding to climb the rest of the way through.

What I Write~

Games

TWD

Dano

Requests Always Open 🌊

~Elliebean714

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[starthecozy]

tag some mutuals you want to get to know better!

Thanks for the tag @appalamutte!! I remember there's another tag I should be doing soon, gotta check my mentions again >v>

favorite time of year: I like autumn! It happens at the end of March here (I'm at the southern hemisphere) a bit after my bday + it brings a more enjoyable weather for me! The winds are cooler and soon winter is coming up making everything even more cozy. 🍂

comfort food: Rice and mashed potatoes! The good old "hospital food", I'm afraid lol. The "neutral" taste of it it's very calming and comfortable for me 🍚

favorite dessert: Hmmm anything with chocolate tbh. I don't have a fixed one in my mind, but if it has chocolate or coconut I'll probably love it uvu

things you collect: I used to collect shells as a kid! Nowadays I collect hobbies, I think lmao I have folders with different subjects filled with info of it, be it languages, history, DIYs projects and such

favorite drink: Don't have a favorite one, I'm afraid 🤔

favorite musical artist: Ohh I love so many artists, even tho I don't follow any of them closely lmao I would say Aurora! I love her songs, from melodies to lyrics. Her work is amazing

last song you listened to: Stromae - Fils de joie

last movie you watched: According to my notes, it was Spider Man: No Way Home! I've watched late July for the first time 🏃‍♀️ I don't follow Marvel so closely anymore but really liked this one, for the old times :,)

last series you watched: Moon Knight! I enjoy Oscar Isaac's works and the series was so cool! I didn't know the character's backstory so I was so shocked when everything was Revealed 😂

series you’re currently watching: What We Do In The Shadows! Its short episodes are so helpful to keep me tuned 😭 I'm finding this season (4th) the funniest so far, (apart from the absolutely crimes they're doing to dear Marwa-) I'm really enjoying it!

current obsession: For this last month it was: french (the language. A new PHF team from Montreal was announced and I took the opportunity to go back to it heh); hockey; the Stray game (the one with the cat and the cool robots, who have my whole heart). But for this nice month of September, who knows?

a dream place to visit: I could think of many cools places I've seen pics of but what I really want to do on the near future is visit illustration events on other states 😭 It's great for networking and just!! Illustration events!!

a place that you want to go back to: I really want to go back to my hometown and visit the museums and attractions again. I enjoyed it when I was little and lived there but I think I would enjoy even more now that I'm adult!

something you want: Because I'm watching the finals right now, I want more visibility for women's (and other identities) hockey :, ) why the IIHF Women's Hockey is happening with so little broadcasting? It's only available on US and Canada, I'm having to watch on the good old 💀 because there's no way to watch it here even when I'm willing to pay for it. 😭

currently working on: I'm finishing this last commission and working on a collab event of the hobbit community (a project from @fellowshipofthefics)! The other projects are already done, just not released yet :>

Suggesting it to @lordoftherazzles , @dimdiamond , @sunnyrosewritesstuff , @vtforpedro , @thotinshield , @astridwrynn , @i-did-not-mean-to and anyone who wishes to do it!

[the-technicolor-whiscash]

whats ur tea about the 50th anniversary? 👀

So like ok. This is the 50th anniversary of the magic kingdom. The hub of Walt Disney world. The “most magical place on earth.” You’d think they’d spend a while working on their celebration right?

Wrong. AFAIK, everything was rushed (except maybe the merch? Harder to tell w that). You ever heard of kite tails? The absolutely hilarious travesty of a show in animal kingdom? That shit is supposed to be part of the celebration for the 50th. The show where they strap kites to jet skis on a little lake and then the kites crash because no one got enough training and the kites are poorly designed. The youtuber Disney Dan has a video lovingly christening it as “kite fails.” I saw it once. Yes the kites were charming. No, that did not make it better when the kite’s face did not properly inflate.

They also barely have shit for the 50th besides merch, kite tails, food, and the new fireworks show, and THAT I have real tea on.

So, working fireworks, we got to work with and talk to the folks who helped design the shows and who help execute them. It was actually p cool esp to see the tech they use, and to learn how a fireworks show is made. The thing with Disney fireworks shows is that they know usually they’re going to last for years, so they have to do a good job. They spend a long time, usually years, planning how they’re going to execute it. Take, for example, Epcot’s latest nighttime spectacular, Harmonious. It is a beautiful display of music in languages from around the world, using water, fireworks, projections, and screens. It took years upon years to plan and execute this show, and the result is stunning. It gives me chills. It is a perfect encapsulation of Epcot’s spirit of worldwide unity while making use of songs from across disney’s movies. I am not a fan of fireworks shows, but I am in love with harmonious.

Enchantment, magic kingdom’s 50th fireworks spectacular, does not illicit those emotions, because it too was a rush job. I was told by one of the firework techs themselves that they only worked on it for a few months. It’s a miracle they got it finished in time, given what’s involved in making a show: for starters, they have to plan the story. Plan the beats. Plan the music. And they have to plan the fireworks and time them to said music, usually by timing exactly how long it takes a shell to explode with a stopwatch. Then they also have to animate the projections shown on the castle and Main Street. They have to coordinate the lights in the trees. They have to program the lasers which, during my time there, only worked about half the time. They have to plan the narration, and plan for Tinker Bell’s flight over the park. You can tell, with MK’s previous beloved fireworks show Happily Ever After, it got the time and dedication it needed to become a truly incredible show. I worked the last few months of HEA and there were still times it made me tear up (the Go The Distance part makes me cry thinking about it) and I was always in awe of Tink flying over the audience even tho I saw her do it like 200 times. Enchantment did not get the dedication and time HEA got, and it shows. The shells don’t always match right with the music. The projections on Main Street don’t start for like 5 minutes? As stated before, the lasers barely work. The projections on the castle are rudimentary compared to HEA’s and suffer from a lot of overspill because they’re not aligned quite right. And the story doesn’t have the same soaring beats as HEA did. I like Angela Bassett’s narration, and the Into the Unknown segment feels like it was pulled from a better fireworks show (which makes me think it was the part they worked on first), and Tink still flies, but the show lacks the creativity and heart that HEA had. People don’t cry watching Enchantment.

The worst thing is, the fireworks show makes ABSOLUTELY NO MENTION OF THE PARK ITS SUPPOSED TO BE CELEBRATING. It is just a collection of clips from Disney movies. This is not a 50th anniversary fireworks spectacular. If it had come before HEA, I’m sure people would have enjoyed it. It would make for an ok show like 10 years ago. But people were expecting a magic kingdom fireworks show, and they got a fireworks show entirely about Disney movies, most of which have absolutely no presence in the park. It makes no sense. It feels out of place.

Also cast members didn’t get shit for working the 50th I got a few limited edition art prints, a map, a pair of ears, and a cupcake. Couldn’t have at least given me a lunch box? Something I can use?

Jeepers sorry this one got long too but I worked before during and after October 1st 2021 (the 50th) and I worked very closely with the fireworks crew. Also don’t take this to mean I don’t like the people who worked on it they’re wonderful, creative folks who had to work with what they had and appreciated what we front line cast members did. Also they work with fucking explosives so like yeah my job was risky but theirs was even more so so I respect them for being willing to do that.

Thanks for the ask! Again sorry this got long lmao

[okyeahiminsanebutyouthesame]

Man I haven't really written on here in forever. My life has changed so much. COVID is non-existent. I made it! My mom is still here and still fighting. She is one of the toughest women I know my brother is also doing great. My life tho is well life is life 😂 I recently connected with a girl I had the biggest crush on when I was in the apprenticeship and I never pulled the trigger because I was in a bad place and she deserved so much better. I was a shell of the man I am today and know in my heart we wouldn't be like we are if I had. I wasted years not being in her life when it hurts my heart going without seeing her for a day. We know how I jump around but I'm in a great place mentally and physically and I hit her up because I knew she needed a friend, someone to talk to and confide in. That simple gesture has changed my life forever. The connection was instant. I needed to see her after not seeing her in 6 years so I offered to pick her up from the airport after a trip she had planned. I got my friend from work Dallas come with because I was extremely nervous. I'll touch more on Dallas later but what a good dude lol he listened to me talk about this girl for an hour after we went to the Casino, we had planned on going to the Detroit casino but ended up going to Toledo instead and then we left and listed to gangster rap and talked about the situation to calm my nerves. We stopped at Rally's because all the ones in Toledo are pretty much closed and it was crazy good. I'm rambling but I wanna keep these memories just in case one day I don't remember or get dementia because they are good moments, ones to look back and smile on. Feel it out and make her laugh was the consensus. After what seemed like 2 hours trying to find her in the airport because they wouldn't let her off the plane and us being on different levels there she was and my crush on her instantly returned. On the drive home we talked about an assortment of things. We caught up on life and she got along with Dallas because they are both criminals 😂 now that I think about it Dallas was just sitting in the back listening to us catch up. I owe him a drink or dinner for being a bro. I remember she said something and it gave me an opportunity to touch her. You ever wanna touch someone to make sure this moment was real? And her laugh we kept laughing because I was telling her she had extended COVID. The ride went by so fast. Tell me why 2 of us didn't have a license and 1 of us couldn't drive outside of Ohio. Talk about a Motley Cru once we got back to Ohio we made a pit stop and Dallas took over driving after I saw a Cop. When we got to her house she invited me in to make sure it was safe because someone recently broke in. After checking her house and getting a tour we hugged in her doorway and this hug made my heart jump. It was such a long and meaningful hug that just felt right if that makes sense. This hug took 7 years to happen and at that moment I knew I was gonna ask her on a date. I just didn't wanna be the guy that took advantage of a girl in her darkest moment. I didn't wanna be a rebound. This would end up being a regret I get a little bit of shit for. I'll touch more on all of this later and how much I've come to be in love with this girl. I'm tired so I'll do my best to write more tomorrow because there is so much more to this story. ☺️

[asoulofatlantis]

I have a few words to say about chapter 14...

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILER FOR FINAL FANTASY 7 REBIRTH. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

As you know... I've been a Clerith shipper. I started shipping them while playing Kingdom Hearts - as I never managed to get past the Nibelheim-Flashback in the original game many years ago and can barely remember it I do not now if I shipped them back then already, to be honest - and FF7 Remake made me feel right about that choice. I loved the playful banter Cloud and Aerith had on the rooftops. I loved the way Cloud acted with and around her. I loved how when Tifa wanted an high five, he stoically ignored her (not saying that he didn't care that she was sad, but obviously not enough to get out of his shell) but when Aerith was disappointed that he wasn't giving in to it he actually put in the afford and was willing to go out of his way to give her that high five she wanted. I loved how he never once denied them being a couple or anything, when people hinted at that. I loved how he insisted to save Aerith from Shinra when even her own mother was at first to stupid to see what dangers she would be in as Hojos labrat. I loved how he asked Barett - who he had a heard time with so far - to get Aerith to safety. I loved the that Aerith and Cloud were always so touchy touchy even tho when it actually mattered, there hands never met and yet they touched each others hands and arms many times. (Not saying that Tifa and Cloud felt wrong, as I do believe that both ships are valid and there scenes should be seen, acknowledged and respected.)

Going into Rebirth I've already noticed that in most of the trailers we have been focusing on Tifa. The ones that focused on Aerith were amazing and full of great Clerith moments of course, but it were few. But as this is a game with a dating-mechanic, I knew we would still get our fill and I was enjoying the few but wonderfully shippy moments. From their "Date" in the Clocktower, to them coming back to the conversation about what Cloud will do if Aerith won't make it back on her own. I enjoyed them all. I really did.

But over time I've got a bit frustrated with how the game was handling things. I found Aerith holding on to Cloud after her "sort of date" - confirmation, even tho both he and Aeriths friend Tifa obviously felt uncomfortable about it absolutely out of character. She is a tease without any doubt, but that was plain mean. I also do not like that Aerith sad "Maybe" when Cloud asked her for her feelings for Zack. He was gone for 5 years without so much as a word and she said himself that it was time to move on and look towards the past and I get that with that somewhat connection to the Zack-Timeline it was getting harder to let go of the past. But either Aerith wants to move on and find the real Cloud or she doesn't. There is no MAYBE in the question if you love someone or not. I didn't like it that Clerith had a scene that gave you points with Aerith on that freaking Watertower. That is Tifas and Clouds place and the fact that they talked about Tifa and some shippiness from Cloud regarding Tifa doesn't change the fact that This conversation with Aerith should have happened inside the house, while Tifas conversation should have happened on the Watertower. I did not understand what SE was planning with doing that, but just EVERYTHING was actually wrong about this scene in the way it was. Also, despite Cloud almost killing her, after the "almost kissscene" with Tifa, she totally took over. Even after seeing how she slowly but surely lost control over Cloud even with bodycontact she still was the one trying to stop Cloud when he lost it, even tho in both Remake and Rebirth we saw that Aerith touching Clouds hand has always worked so far. But Aerith stood in the background, barely even said anything, while Tifa did all the work and that was no way in hell to make the ships feel balanced. In fact, after Tifas little trip to the live stream, the balance was almost completely gone as it has shifted over to Tifa almost completely, with only a few small minor moments for Aerith left here and there.

The fandom was saying that chapter 14 would be worth it. That Clerith would have a special date all to themselves and were celebrating this date - despite the bittersweetness, but beggars can't be choosers I guess. So I too was looking forward to this so called "date" and enjoyed what little shippiness we had in that weirdness of a dream.

Only for my Friends to make me face reality. My Friends are Diehard Clothi Shippers. And that's fine. Once again, both ships are valid in my eyes. HOWEVER, they have been heard over heels about their Tifa-scenes and I get why, I would have done the same. But I was sure they would come down a bit after chapter 14. Its a Clerith date after all, right? There is no way to ignore it, right? WRONG! This so called date, was almost a one to one repeat of a date Aerith had with Zack in crisis core. Only with the difference that Cloud didn't get any of the things he wanted and Zack did. With got a cheap Zack and Aerith Date copy and the whole Clerith-Fandom made it out to be THE Moment in the game. HOW? How is that a Clerith moment, when Aerith, who said she is searching for the real Cloud, chose to repeat her Zack-Date with Cloud in her own dream? And how on gods earith did no one mention that in any of the many posts and tweets and whatnot I have read about that date?

When my friends told me about it - and I got it confirmed as well - it felt like someone punched me in the gut. The scene that every Clerith shipper was celebrating that one moment were I thought all the Tifa scenes were worth it... turned out to be a Zack-Copy-Date with a Zack-Copy-Cloud. SE gave us what the Clothi-Shipper have always used against Clerith. A moment were Aerith does with Cloud, what she did with Zack, like he really is just a cheap copy of the man she actually loved.

And I do not know what diappointed me more. The fact that SE did that. That they were so cruel to us, so shortly before Aeriths death? Or that no one in the Clerith-fandom had the guts to stand to the fact that this date was a copy of a Zack-Date and yet made the best out of it, proving that our ship isn't that weak!

Why did no one say, that Aerith might have been in a pinch, given that they have been basically falling to their deaths and knowing that her time was running out and just wanted them to have one more memory together just the two of them. But as her only dating-experience was with Zack, she chose to copy the date, as she couldn't come up with anything different on short notice and it was a situation that she herself enjoyed once, but also kind of fit Clouds description of how a date should look like for him. And that the reason Cloud didn't get what he wanted wasn't because it was telling him that he can't get Aerith, because apparently only Zack gets what he wants but that instead, Cloud didn't get what he wanted because he wasn't Zack so of course things are different for him. Instead of replacing the hair-ribbon Aerith actually got from Zack, he gets her something knew. A broche that uses her flowers, which is the symbol of lover reuiniting, giving us a sign, that Clerith might reunite eventually. Then with the sweets, yes, it wasn't what they chose and the sweets actually didn't taste nice, but Aerith and Cloud both agreed on that one so it still shows that they have a similar taste. And with that stupid foto... Aerith wanted to make it look like the date of a happy couple. Buying gifts, holding hands, just enjoying their time - as the time unbeknownst to Cloud was running out on them - BUT that wasn't a happy couple date. That was them spending her last hours together with Sephiroth chasing them. She was trying to be cheerful and enjoy this little bit of time with Cloud, but her head wasn't fully in the game, because of the circumstances and that was why they didn't get the picture and not because it didn't click between them or anything like that. ALSO yes, the spot that Cloud shares with Aerith is also Zacks spot. Given circumstances, they mirror each other, nothing to be done about it. BUT even when you chose Tifa in your game, Cloud still considers having a "next time", meaning that despite him noticing that something was wrong, he still had a good time. Even tho he didn't get what he wanted. He didn't need to get what Zack got, to still enjoy spending time with Aerith.

So why did no one say, that Aerith chose this date, to see how she feels towards Cloud compared to Zack and that they way she acted in the end did show, that she did love the real Cloud and didn't just chose him as a Zack replacement? Instead, people acted like this date had never been a copy of the Zack-Date to begin with. That makes it look like you have nothing to say to defend our ship? Are we that weak? After all those years defining Clerith in front of everyone who said Aerith only loved Cloud because of Zack and would treat him in a heartbeat, you didn't manage to say: "Yes, it was a repeat of the Zack date. But IF Aerith truly actually wanted a Zack-Date, she could have chosen a timeline were Zack was there, willing to spend time with her, while she left Cloud behind "to rest" or something."? I am not just disappointed in how SE handled our ship, I am also disappointed in the fact that the fandom wasn't even willing to fight for our date, but instead just ignored the facts.

This whole mess ruined it all for me. And no matter what the future holds... I will not return to what will likely be FF7 Reunion. Because I can not take how badly SE treats us (saying that "No promises to keep" is not a lovesong, despite the connection to loveless is not just hurting is, it is also hurting the people who thought Aerith sings about Zack. And for what? To avoid getting beheaded by the shipping-war-mop?) and our ship but also because I am so damn disappointed in the Clerith-Shipper-Community.

[libidomechanica]

At their rents

A ballad sequence

               1

With wondrous aim on the woes with a single band     of my ain, i’ll take her; mild, but kept the hour the scornes this; my loof, tho’ thy love their     skins; they sailed her self am shent whispers

of May; the open wing, but they give him from     vice, but none came: the rent, where dewdrops are the crystal I courtesy and Tears drinkin     o’t; the law with this wife; they this

magazines to see if thou issued in the pledged     to find a single dropped in my holy was before us light, and fit to come. Some     gentleness to such as blawn, an’ twenty,

Tam; at kith or sang to passion cannot flie     away. Which is best o’t yet, we’re a’ dry wi’ drinkin o’t; the palace was hear     in the remove, or amber her, they

open before my faint half-opens its handsome     among, this universal frame. The closed, and oath and hands, in their becoming on a     wood, and spatterning light to right is

overcome it or fairest now; a love is, and     making Wit I question of its earnest glanced aside each cup’s heart, pity a humble     fragile like a snowgirl, a buttercup

unders, crept away, dead broken chorded shell     secret as you to me thoughtful light of whose passport which is thy life, you are in May.     Is such harm of woes; this more children

shone and one she chance were in the departing gust     and could not to right. Together tides the spring opens touching and vanished thee. And     is beckoned to duty by sure which

my heart and death he redden’d hands move; twere precious     Speech many a vanished, we only, called in lit like a Saint’s glory is the valley,     when speak, my mother, you come to like!

At their rents. Or sicken her Nature of my smart;     at length forgot am of Heaven, the longer tarry dare not exactly. The bath     and at the wight magic. From the lost

you, but no one asks—You were shews what was allowed.     Would not refuse till the other fall. Knowing a woman’s wisdom. In these birds of life’s     ocean is, the bounds, and sight, and quick!

               2

She present: ‘if your lesser ways.     Grace and never know. By them, letting, true womankind, through     as for these thing which is

truly that giu’st no beauties yet     unborn, with the place of snow in a danced; but shaken; it     is but as this beauteous,

but by no crime; where I, war or     twa, she’ll not my paper’s lightning other tides,—as purpose     like a Saint’s glow. And we

heart, in the case, slipped away from     a stay. Soft whispers first Encounterpart,. A smoke go up     there away: thanked men—good!

               3

Trust me, I’ll fall into your hands,     their tender pledge as you are things as when it gets difference     deeper yet still! From the

Thespian spright Cecilia rais’d     the glorifying restlesse restored and fair; the room wait     the citizens’ applause

a lassie yet; we’ll learn my sun-     burnd brawl their first rose of its chosen found a Shaking, the     spring its longer tarry.

’ The bee sucked into shadow     of a smile on that spoke nor moved nor want heart more-for so     fair, see the Fiend do accept

the glistrings of a king’s a     name over the Time, and her trees. When her tail quick-changing     back across the trampling

to see ourselves looking and splits,     and rather actual or physical fact of the most o’     the naked into the

blade glanced by my unkind befriendly     breath; this we walked the genial giant, Arac, rolled to     her three paces measure,

that was grace. There we’d lived, that shook     the praise to all the tumultuous care too is the spring     of what there opposed

to lovely Pussy-cat went up     with feet to proue; now nae langer still, yet this strength for the     spongy clouds lightning lost

my tongues could uttered garbage, that     flie the sparkling boy, whose name spoken, and woke desire;     and yours must lead

inviolably true, despite till the     natives of quince, I would blush, at length for Heaven. Thrown off     and yet I were dead, and

my ripe a judgment of forces     we recite, tis hard to sword in a poppy from afar.     Millions of a tun to

my mind; thought, in little tired,     you away individual beautiful. As much more.     Sparks of men: the same fast

what arise in them. As dues of     your quire: sing you will not lack, slander’d—all and earth gone nearer     out on the West, there

i have to naebody. Soon     gathering all but—nothing was, and around; one grief, though his     vice—for her cool brow and

there, when we two, content, or the     other by deed but copying is either of anger,     and wisely chores: feeding

dais before which you need countenance     filled to all these thing, and takes it up, and hard true: things     in disgraces, in the

tender feet in a servants with     tall men, and awa’ wi’ Jock of anger, and some of the     rooks went and latent in

the pangs and watchful was charity     was not changeable too, too well express her hand, and,     from their call one ball, and

the child: and all one near to     everything and leaps in among thy murdering how we tried     to fix without number.

               4

Sight, dar I seye, that’s half as fit        to the prayers.     Back rode we two crown’s shadows safe from myself another cause he fields by absence as     ours with blush that this image only,

sweet child upon the sparkling myself, what will     tell the watching. Then, Turk, or at least part of human voice thundered party’s firebombs, or     by departure are then if he his

way. I dream, I dreamer, out of lovers mingling     told the hard at hand. To sulphurous god rimmed, the sky, are all these points, no man every     part musk or fan, velvet, or this lock

with mutual parts, within the Fiend do fightingale.     But a human on my couch I loom to it, give my heart, I fear the whispers     of arrows end. We’ll learn my kin a

ring at the soldiery, suddenly up, the very     armour hair. At first come to the lawns beneath her rope. Robert Burns: there, and witching,     whose sessions of her harsh or mild, but

a photos anymore, not make my heart: man to     me was as sure it will give it self he clashed his iron to combated with the     fiery-short years will bee. As if too

much. Of incipient fires there whare you know there     such various monarch dies, stood all a heap of jarring scarfs and walls as when the drown     and vibrating has been ordained, if

dumbe lips and thus vse the sea lifts, also, whose motion:     and in the third errand seemed a beauty should be so witta-woo! Our and could they     wear. In honour—what, he! As her heads

in white bone. In the unsuspective like th’     other in the matters, but not care will see this wrath I nursed at so solidly where     idle days? Vice, but then all my song

is either Breeze lifted round the flesh mould remains:     and may make me rue it. You did but know for thy sovranty, recoiling Lips open’d     before which burnt thee. Within the caves.

Scrolls away my Wit and mine. Soon gate; and are wrongfull     pray in that my heart. Even the nine white the very armour hand. Home? Best, if we     failure message said Gama. Of

incipient fires the beauty clear to my earth. To     flow, I walk’d to-day, to-morrow drowned, thought, was falling will, to stop his last and driving     voice to me; and yet my feet my soul

is sense—cannot to prolong to the fly’s bass turn:     the recorder shoulders wind the morning to flight. All along, what it did, and sigh’d no     surely rest: to unbosom sits upon

all passion, like only friends all of a grone,     thou were Dem my poet’s pages that crack with ooze, and woman anymore. Hums will be     disallowed in the howling, spreads the

latest, Juan with a rabbit’s foretell, shall we slide     in the grass, a people in our sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam. Glittering in the road beside     the dark thee part where Lucy ceased;

he love or awe, the trees, fluttering drifting on     his Hoard of Langley-dale; his Highness, which to the soldiery, sudden lightened     Nothing to them round with for Heaven.

               5

And cheek some one the morning create     mischief of Errington and never could she like needful     at this, say that are

styled, she much they give himself he     class was sick, and some of true sorrows erect, as bells off     San Salvador salute

there, which I notice Neptune, there     excess of pleasant, woodcock, of whose little good turnes!     Those lease of whom I shall

those two better to quiet. Old     memory, for precious of Innsbruck cast in the Flood, and,     ere meanwhile her image

in one grows back in our arms; the     deep in me keeps him and now a wandering heart that began:     when I hear a feast,

as in the lake, but words oration,     fury, frantic, I shall grow to put faire triumph was     as mine own step, or

undercurrent of nature could my     head spotlit. Little shy at first. Patient saint, and over.     And fixing state. So,

tyranny of myself the wealth to     means there behind thy youthful waste, my loue, all equally     to kissed all intelligence,

went unexplained, tell ever     love. Break, breaks, and looked likewise I: be comfort meete, both well     begin, cuckoo, jug-jug,

pu-we, to-witta-woo! So     durable as some needs must be a totus teres stoic,     sage, the one like a duckling

boy, whose, because it might loved     I lost for still you look at they grieve at grieve at least that     black again and the

incarnation—is morning of thee     why shore until is answered I, was wet with Nature smiles     stopped, he fleshly eye; that

largely given here hammered up,     and dies, strangely blush seep the gates of woe were on thy hearth:     but you. Thy beauties could

the old kings, because of my hand     liuing lists were allowed, their rents. Takes, and the two so as stiff     twins, come, when I again.

               6

Find the lists were to passed, we called     merrily, to prolonged by designed his poor, and whispers     first starting heart, my one should bribed it and raised the Shackless     smile on its orbit, each

in mine control, supposed with message     said Arac, rolled to like! Doth ride; or being the more     her name—her too, in whit, e the infantry: all here. Is     take her untimely drawn

for the flowed cake, and once more than     to me aside, and blew, and rain, the chorded shell, his nose.     Or let me home is in proportion deep, and emerald     twinkle on the doors; none

to her ever more than grace, the     pool; for power turn again precious you, Sir! Shadows safe     from elm: only free from thence: they only from thought, not the     king head, and in our lines,

though it in the first louing stars of     our job and cheer. To find the next, this wingèd charity. Sits     on the battered in hand, who goes? A-sunning against myself     am shent whispered

our disbelief; O gentle clause     take no noises of living him on rib and chase the vale;     and of the long-wave light wrestling the untrodden black     cord make thee, that was not

our cups again and on calming     in the multitudes of the day, and leaves them last. Had not     war: lest help will see the solstice cannot raised him self they     though i have done with a

dumb despaired of endurance; change     think our chief of Errington and Look, he has image in     the last Duchess’ cheek wet with Stellaes ioyful angel watcher     by the temple-gate.

               7

And shed aside, that dream of Heaven.     Dancing all the exceed their arms; but O for ane an’     twenty, Tam. Is a part,

it was a prize in fire! Thy curl,     it is best, if examined, it might the next are only     cross nor looks as we walking.

I lodgd thee. Mens weak. And, the     Mermaid’s now, you will, as this is all his heart. Wood, and siding     eyes, by Loue directed?

Their eares, bulging like the     power, but pure. If tis a thought or wrongs like a dance, I     think that tends, because her

name. Its roses nobody, not     even that Turkish hardned her head on a springs the     hotel crippled with zeal.

               8

Let dainty wits to mine grows end.     This Courtly Nymphes, acquaintance of love exceeds them cough     of your captive, yet dares there could not kneel for character     of blame this floods, nor braid sword that prays in a lawn bespoke     nor moved over whom true

a problemes of vowed haire, not     only multitude concealed, thought and cave, turquoise and     obedience though great shape in me to obey; all into     think us worthiness lesser way to be more of brother.     A theme of midnight

to resign in mine own bed this     Gama turned since I cannot flies the first starf, and eyes seem     to love more the world doth ride; or be more than all so simplest     heavenly harmony, this Gama swamped the most beautie     be; the youth with her hands

do single band of your hand in     sooth, and are waiting sickle’s change to my minds of a grone,     that grows back with pewter, bronze glow. That I am a word     in theirs of thine—and some fresh-cut hair then came: three with zeal.     All along to do with

pied floats of reasons clear, and passion     rent, with grain as much there is my will not be supprest,     her face is at hand the bay where pomp and slain my faint when     there upon ages upon her side; there’s a fine pacing-     horse and to hear, and

gravity, scientists say, is     weak. And turned therefore, with thee still e’en thence the breeze. Seeking     eye, if looking well can’t dares to my earth the first signal     lonely tree in my Ear till men, and pledge might be so, the     bees seeing Heaven’s

imperfect draught we with reason. Not     die; for no matter; that you slept in peace and there I saw     ane an’ twenty, Tam! When first I hear that black and caught to     yours, thou, best this, I might feared each other blest named. And less;     the dark heart, that is come:

of pains, and cave and hurting. The     way home. Have no correspondence was a living from some     great vehemence, the woman’s wisdom to grey; as beauty     bright, was this question of you talk to you: when Damon love     then wondrous families, and

a hue like a lonely Hell. An     I shall memory in earthly dunghill is right, but that     the palace ran off to the first louing state, perhaps the corner     you that shall men’s feet; of what else, at our cups makes us     to stop his hands, side-

saddle. By your third, and hath my     soul with each others into the middle Though we can; knat,     rail, and lovers, sprung from above, all losses are so all     too rich Canary wine, while these a cry as if he had     not love yon red rose of

the tide? Knees on ground. The babe father     with briers, more then every part of a fly; see this, say     that being blind but space I proue, and, being blinded of     crimson. And came; last, when once met by my face against thou     finds, or be molten out.

               9

Too longer sport and prospect of     the doors of thy Verse, bound us as if God’s functions stay     so sore! And she was too high, arise, ye more that is over     deem me true love her hair, nor snake or slow-worm bite through     blisse; whose worms shall around

to reply whose face-cloth from the     picture slips, prison all of summer-indolence; his virtue     we could bawl for civet can talk; and the fate that Lucy’s     eyes. But should loved to- day. The will not long breath, and what     desperate counterfeit.

               10

Struck the glaciers and rolling the     been basking ill prevail. Which glibly glide, they ate widow     mourn half-starved, thy tender pledged to find some more he rear, flee     the single chance, she’s beauty ever with those two armies     and think us worthy

to begin, will not much more crumpled     years, how near their live to passed, we can; knat, rail, and prone     she life a perfumes compose heart is a crime. Wild nature     lie, made him down gagelike the untrodden black was death     he red dress dancing noon

with diffusive good almost like     Ida: she neither side of Humber would be so, the corner     you prate. The other fair length things. New-perfum’d with men.     Let not rank with oxygen. The mortal fruit the kitchen.     The Camp we did tuch: while

ribboned where not: this mother,     as though Amaryllis danced; but now fast those whom the leaves     you to me such high complished, we slide into fiery     Sirius alter’d voice through the foul with shadow as spectrum     of the her fall. Of

man, bursts by the spy you haue me     peace, and wonder age was a liuing like an old-world owes us     to a friends like a stationary voice caught by his     sleeps when thousand riders fresh you need the largely paid; and,     every vulgar thief. Been

on my kin a rattlin’ sang, an’     I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. That, brauely managed, that man     with my song of the conversation sweet, the wall and hath     my brain. That age shoulder when praying. A love and looking     than his indulgence to

deathless than heart or intellect,     because it may chanced to change betrothment was of a     tun to my mistress’ brows as paled with gazing the maternal     book; and sware; it is taking onto the mother’s art.     Still successible echo

of their dead black, as erst to     be impressions the piece. Clothes and to the lintel—all thee,     like a scar better to rectify her glamour: everywhere.     Survey; just like her back; and, please of the ready. For     where yet tis praise the year,

the grief opprest, our own presaging     Damon guessed. Take, but of distant heard her children like     rocks: part of sky where dead. ’Tis sweet springs from my blissful     clouds of the same smiles awake against us and she of     woe were his purple cloud

break a single light dungeons lift     of swimming breeze kisse, which soules, to one day that I may never     missive profaned their due to euery one, being     rain; but, finding eyes is delight; seal’d false—is not a woman,     and pen, beam on my

course we could utter Not war: and     are all a heauen to me are to sin. Let herself, her bore     him then lemons, and I be cast, when theirs; as long horn and     as the night, moonlight gathers blest, till the visage and horses     yelled; they by: alas!

               11

Long lovers mingling through to it.     Till voice to me, star kiss. With the ground up she sat, and horse     wi’ naebody. Why weep

ye by the impressing, but farthing     came, and thee. With Psyche weedes should he had come, stopped,     he flies hovered party?

Dear rose, thy tenderness—too had     hearkens after there betrothment was not his lovers’ hands     … whose nameless charm from thenceforth,

wealth the sky; proud, shall I have     her bow. Will be single virtue that comes with descried to     uphold an eye, that it

did, and tears?—This, if so young tree     with a cry as if too bounds of fireworks, and they passeth.     Dote upon her eldest

daughters of the song than this working     this said, he drew: he who could not for that let you lovest,     and blossoms to death:

one sings in peace, and even asleep     I was not her witness Luther. Your trespass now betwixt     the envy of time.

Heroines, the oscillating     to fade at the fog. Sister, carved in hand, and leaves; I say?     Someone might badge-the dear;

no, they praise; but she flies, your breath,     and took some sweetly ships go on Fade soft peace, one day I     sought I saw ane an’ twenty,

Tam! In his bridges, hurling     pageant shall stir or lives like him thence: the fifty therefore     we ourselves out of a

shipwrecked Pagan, safe in the     fire. Breathe hill; but found a passage of snakes, dread, alone and     around; one grief, and at

the ears, by glimmers have her letters,     but these long branches from her up, as diligent her     side of Humber would meet

the heard of those least for listened     and she will to me, let my father’s dwell within? Revenge     upon us and therefore,

dear Love to speaking the thing     may say that come, my common light return of ashes     The snowy couples keep.

               12

The gray stone; and even in the     spring into yourselves out of love their fancies dwell among     they aren’t well night,

his purple cloud that is overcome     it or fan, velvet, or think of her forth, want believe     at lower they slept with

such delight gathering against     all that long her, they passenger, passing in me. Which it     seem something can mortal

eyes well-seeing Heaven, that harmes     had thus, thought appeared, that’s fine when all she prayer and marble     urn, and in the Yellow

world enough the poor, while amid     the tape-recording in her; mild, who knows so much     easier to see if thou

canst a vacant or inspective     of metal, though it in the centre sit, yet, ah, my child,     I would be new and caught

fear that she lover’s praise hue score     flattered cry: every voice of bread a piece of traitors—none     that the humble, low-born

to obey; all else! My own; and     the glass; while she: man to our lives in disguise, of large and     Eve from the first presumes

no sting, as I could not to prolonged     by the law with eyes the like trees, unwilling was … to     lose no more, which would be

us, next, this Gama turned to     adore each light quivering race: but, finding those ruddie gemmes     or fruitful or mortall

eyes have know as spectrum of     that. And spared, sung her but say I ever be paid, but fear     that tape-recording it,

of a windy jest had combat     for love that beat streak of dawn that has turned since ghostlike a     rocket, which doth kissing

breath, and ere it lies. Then the after     party’s firebrand— gentle dreaded cards foretell, blest,     but since I grieve a word.

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I grievances forehead gaze; two     hundred-years-old name with a kisse; whose early life to fight     makes her giant heart, that his false esteem: yet letting. Thy     vows infidelity.

With the warrior stepping out of     whose, because as all his bending that a sense’ said Gama.     Into the valley, while your mouth are things which, the marching     dialogue with intelligence,

it half, damn’d thy mind a     day in spright have larks. Thence: but, heart suggests a fair acceptance,     when I’ll prophet in my breast thyself doth bend; I seemed     a beau, or Dem my eyes,

and the moon, the snow careful was     such, Amyntas, none. Nor giue dark bush doth bend; I see: and     yet have all the wall and she virtues keep you shall a     solidly where deare Shee, might

hand gaily digging and sword to     shew my love the comes be ioy, who designed to see that’s her     Saviour’s ears, even Road, and made my dreamed of fight; you fair     stations fine when pyramids,

as sometimes, my heart made sometimes     a pillars and can’t be her in thy guilty men; she     seemed true: things that beautiful, exact below; beneath each     shall grow to prize the reach.

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The field and state, an olive, the     sweet Aglaia, my one heart- beat go astray from the Troop home!     Between; but that is first streams our waking there excelled cave,     that to be a wave you know not war, if ye will his bestow;     for, with an ear in

it; of living in the same spoke     not, nor for yet, if examined, if dumbe Swans, not as well     nigh dead, and either sight hair of them, warm her and freeze and     tilt with pasted-on leaves no carnage, but she to mortal     light: I dar not uncommon

place were to one came. But all     devour than the great seruices may smell the wurst, that’s     fine when thence that now fast the heart that morn on their women,     snares there kept. Hope hope on my rose of the pool; for wants at     you and yet I hold me

falling, to waste hath spread with watching     and straight and make of all their women fresh and I     unremark’d seating smiled, already in the rest. For her babbling     wells with Psyche’s comes too high, or being that you thine     to the loftiest minds, and

when he to Heaven. Inches rose     again? And in their airy Giant’s zone, the boats of my     hand one, they die at the black swollen gates of his Protections     of the door, the cloud that light! And where pomp is compeers     by night, all be telling

throng, he should everywhere. If that     began to move with his be seen to his on your eyes that     mart, and haunted slope in the spring to command and bridle,     o whip by her stept, took the only what shine to speak     our minded; if to seke?

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But a game of a former to     quite cleave here. But trepidation fall, or proud thy works of     cheek; perhaps. And marble.

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I hold hen by running ahead     of more bread as of all that sweetning of the Arrow-head.     Here I saw the piebald

miscellany, man, and thee them     orphans painted Joies, you and your faith of a trouble double     you meant. A bottlebrush

themselves looking on, rise in     fire! And ye sall be slave, the bay estuaries from her     pull of gold to naebody;

i’ll tak dunts frae nane, i’ll partake?     Dole, so you know not what sorrow may scornes thievish     for their own Ellis Island,

left the brave poor rhyme, whose good-     bye down; these north clymes to passe, that my heart such but     words can strangled with each

other in their sport! To save from     what heart, where is not seen! Break, breake; loue directed? Truly     round thee more, speaking off

bridge, I know tis she fed, she talked     along. Despise, when prayer. Three to the long-wish’d-for ever     had loveth him, I’ll

no more; but now mething up the     difficult to sell for ane an’ twenty, Tam! By the cincture     her to the case, slipping

of the young soul, inexactly.     But if horror cannot slay me, nor the physical     On this image in the

man kept walking. No woman: you     could not disarray less the woman’s cloak from ostentationed     aptly to tell?

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There icy and worst was in his     bending sickle’s colours, you deserve thy holy bowers     vpon my heart, and reach, to

this counted—robed by the sea as     it to the spring. I hae naething smiled, and teach tree grows     end. Bind us that shape,

that Boy, there’s my lord, not one     hands that cheek, and Music raised the riddle Though enchanted     faire triumph was a time

to present nor those access of     the prow,—thy delicated like photos anymore. Break,     breake; loue denied, and keep

her breast where though your garden walk,     and grow to prick us on tempest came to i, that the     farmer of which best thyself

the lyre; but the tears, the     sulfuric air, this first, thou whom my past. Lifted her a heap     of jarring a good days,

but now them revealed, that smile, nay,     Sorrow may still I thought that my tales and keep you up like     a jewels trifle under

this destiny continual     hair—belle Isle, white dressings of Dove, and prunes. And every waves     rear more to be seen to

her prayers for that iron-cramped     in my een was his grew; a goodly perspective of distant     heart. As when youthful

hue sits on thy breath; and, Prince, with     clamouring sea and thirty yearning Reply, reply: yon     closing full thirtieth

page; and in a narrow limits.     The soul in eternities into thee. And heard by fame;     I hear me like figures

seeing is, while beauty only     law. This lock within the chose bodies along, each trifles     are on my heart, and speak

the child, I would rest of the     proportion more, and it more savage glare, which we are thing now     than, singing and with more.

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There she sun itself in Stellaes brows as paled with     me. But of life I sported; those gentle dreamed nothing else confined, no two made more in     silence, and woke desire, close by

this false—is nothing in theirs as dues of golden     pomp and the Grace, in which way to waste, and makes her brows made him alone: courage, poor sodger     ance I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam!

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With their scarlet ornaments and tear our day our     fortune better salad ushering the mouth open door: heaven gavel: esperanza’s     Gavel. Of twelve sweet ane an’ twenty,

Tam! Will I quit thy lodger, my humble knapsack     a’ my wealth I haven under strange; the loftier grows and beauty in the bride:     and ye meanwhile he story of summer

long with zeal. She prest it on her know, since I     go hence, more shall I dote upon them rose of ninety years and splits, and shield—shocked out a     task to stop his turned a little space.

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We have close, in changed my face burnt     me all equal baseness I cannot, souls of sunshine     in the face-cloth from service

triumpher of this one glanced to     be effaced, it turning, alert. And in changeable     too, yet she goes who had

bribed him, a new bird stirring     avarice, bounteous, not boast; I was debarred out their skin,     be lost you, snow, snow, smother,

as just above. Or wise curb,     you, greater kissing on so forth, wanting the stormy time     my love excess of such

maine ransoms your mountain-top, to     prick us on it alternate and loved his dying near;     and mountain-top, to mend

the sad friend, and which make the     fisherman’s wisdom to praise, the sun. The lost foist upon her     hands do not gaze open

doors of my light wind shining can     the worse that I kneel for wings, and, pleasures, at love, and lies     by me, dismounted quite?

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—But a rich memory has paled     with somewhere need required, you are always to tall her mair     moving and crushed until

death: and lofty cedar, tho’ in     her, resting on some honey, and, on that bosom sits upon     the sky! I do not

but glory is the banner: anon     to you. That kinne to overcome it once more than to     obey. Beside the things

wear the sweet did for this mortal     moon. Were in a cataract on all men’s deeds of their own     legs embargoed from you

failing, the actual looke in a     servants will wrap you strappin, though we can get nachos. About     for its arms crost, yet

we will bloudy bullet get him     alone, with me a livelier emeral: but some holy     sister: for Poesy!

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And lonely tree in heathen, you     can get him alone with smooth the deeds of flowers and leaps!     And hey, sweet to everyone

on deck is dress her veins spell.     And many a bold knight in clear and red, wins, thoughts by the     martial look not enamoured

down into the long     orisons forbids; yet so true woman than nursed thee, let my     face. Will his because I

see, like to stay: or some one nose.     And curst their lost my true- love hath in man’s boy, the firmament,     since my will cruel: yet

wouldn’t under thy night had large and     I bury their rose on my life, your feet as that even     now! As far as we, but

not resigns a breast to live full     of goodly perspecting your parting, and joinèd hands of     charity. Not awed to be

but we have her a heauenly Grace,     notes it ran, the weird affections of Carib fire, the     departure, befriends like mate,

and more may moderately Pine     set to every pore with my breathed out these may be to meaning,     swearing into shadows!

Or if it’s official, that     is some great seruices may say he’s beautiful Pussy-     cat went unexplained, then

to me? A chin, though bliss; truly     lovely Pussy said it, as in my attic bed; picture,     pitiless, past midnight

may be more is helmet on,     engineer books, and straight appear in the manna fall. Of Honour     mountain. Part sat like

a dance those the story, the soldier’s:     yet with a filletings, near the sky and plumed we     entered garbage, the first

louing in the highest was Arac:     all agrin as at a glance was my pulse all arrived. My     father’s nae word. To tell?

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Deep, as it holds more apt to     communicate; thought I feel thou shall triumphs and transported;     stella, Starre of the other

do. Of orphan family stood     with oxygen. No, in all the day with Natures of falsehood     hast the kids had trodden

wearing Burton lies, but with     the souls to accept they pass’d they never yet; we’ll learn the     prospered on me, I care

beguiles, and, wondering of     their morions, washed with intellectual one, Her Grace he     gave me back. Or proud flesh

groomed athwart the night and few could     it last so durable as some needs in nature’s genial     flush her French perfumes

components be there—thanks me not there’s     nothing. The departing, this sister: for an age should     fight; you fed by the sun

beats, a columned entry so family     history, women save a fish. Still bloudy bullet get     her back; and, the woman’s

heavenly have, or else let this     soul. Surveyed her links of false—is no more came to their     extremest needs must I under

strange lovers as fit will never     meant, I see: and yet not rate him as anybody’s     gift; creation settled

hound, round thee. Or Paint must now; a     love was my pulses. In search of shivers bare one, nor in     gear, was largely give more

that sits that still men’s No. Taught much     obeyed her Maker prayed, for his sixpence had, before which     gown too. With grief or

anticipation, such Sabbath; only     numbers sweetly, on an islands, his nose, with a cry;     himselfe did survey the

first sighes mixt; without a     photography, thereon: this, reader, know: love your joys to mend     the matter; that caught much

as blest: yet, ah, my children will     send to confess thereon: this, say that buried dust of far-     off fireworks, like rockfields

by absence only lily; she     might coming off her penniless was that heart, so ripe a     judgments were still improved.

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Sweet rose tomb the women’s feet; of     lands beyond therefore, deare sight. From hands from the passion, oh     Thou never to drew. One side them down. In the golden clips,     he had a heart, and wonder

breath-filling absurd. Homer,     this image only from therewith my poor twas heart burned,     since, deare for fair statues, endless therefore my Eyes the year.     The firebrands he died.

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I barter curl upon his single     change this, say this occasion whether witness of his     sight once, and mair moving from her and for mortal alarms.     The image on the under strange to me was not war: and     then the gift of sorrow

with the fresh and height are always     hearing—i only their dark thee I both that way, not make     her tears, who made to find, each trifles are brief he bore to     opposition. To Mercy, Love, which Venus weeps away.     The piebald miscellany,

man, his virgin shrouded in     ice, not lived so foul with arms together, love, Mercy, Pity,     Peace but left her skies, innumerable, pitying     in extreme incline, yet so much that brushed across a     sulphuric lake in the Hilt,

catch a dragged mawkin, the valley,     while. True Love his, by just, and nearer out of your slight there,     no odor but short a storm: has found the remove, or learn     my kings, and slices of inurbanity, malge Sir Matthew     is it, and would do

much thy place and petal by     petalled Miriam and went in the sake o’t. Mule’, a     theme of chromatic wine, Catullus, I quaff up to their     pedantic indignation through the whole moon hath lent; vnable     too, too well among

the her grave the proportion to     admonitions forbids; with morning like a snowgirl, a     buttercup understand that clenched with the head to fight, beneath     the glass, so little blossoming grace, not that picture     of tall grass to impart,

and twins may she forever. A     transgresses themselves also they by, and cracks, and counter,     stellas selfe did but what of insolence benumb’d my head.     Made of my life long exercise; o kiss nor expire; she     sees but a rich pallid

breake; loue there—thanks to no earth could     them not, nor for a cony is not whatsoe’er, my mayd’n Muse     but straitly curbed she must love their budding was, a sweet tears     down thy mind a tally fitted in stones, O Sea! All the     dark secret love toward me

of a bay: ten thou thy sciography,     the wind might have; but go my way. At the end of a     kind that Lucy’s eyes bronze faint half-flush her head upon his     indulgence to deaths pay as I must never see me wear     red for gamester, carved

babe, a wreck, or learn my serene,     twere proofe I may well may keeps him at a plunge my years and     sent beneath her stores of quince, who in his Hoard of Gold! We     left to several parts lay hidden ways beside my lightning     graced; I lagged in you

say, who am now will I, as     well forth to pledges left of food and not war: lest eyes and     seek so pale? Called into themselves but then the rich might comes     a train: her Lord God, where it with me. When to the artificer,     they though enchanted

types of solitude and fancy     dies in their pattering dew. And yourselves away; moment,     and think us worth an Indian-summers their gifts     too longer tarry. For ane an’ twenty, Tam! But when the     gray stone-shot off: we esteem.

He kissed for the pretentions     o’er the vast belly moonward eye which I have here, to catch     at it lasts and peace, and obedience is the same reasons     and wear; though the dead, for the nine white mule she rose, the     window and cause? Of thine

eyes? The warning warm as anybody’s     mask of the crown the seal’s wide as it the river,     silver snowy sentences, their ordinary swooned, nor     the cosmetics and eyes bronze fainting for, where’er I pass’d     a way! Which my hearts that

Star Chamber. There hammer’d fairly;     and thirty years and secure of my light of men: they repent,     their own dead! My wish, and this! From hands from me; darkness     must restore they dare, seeing Hope Lake where languish. Why did     ye not? Moral or physics

and kindly nurst; delight, yea,     let us melt, and whispers of canvas led threading its     long years before his faithful wanton musicke made; heavenly     mind, care less, past thou art name, and Matthew stopped, heart, in     your mouth and round his pomp

is come. A future Roman race,     not even a bud but copying itself in Stellas     self, all faith of life of my smart I try; tyran Honour     turn the rest so smooth and prunes. That every part, in every     look, and i’m always does.

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With hounds his great bound us as     if he fear; rather that one I lo’ed, forgets, the task,     hopelesse, hopeless smile … What

wol his own lands beyond any     experience is the sky, or those steaming on, rise in     old frae naething whisper,

not melt, and processions her self     another in the palace ran off to them, and free, i’ll     be true sigh so sweet rose

on mine controlled brow to put fairest     now; a love the Vision grew light foot of greater     multitudes showed away, ere

mortal eyes have caught, which Venus     weeps that tends to remove, and the consanguinity it     be to live mood, their eyes

hate, I doubt and be once he gives     in at the breeze and to sheath, unmeasure when I’m come hame,     and gave it room was the

wet leatherer. That his greates     that he kisse; each pallid and downwards of loneliness, the     Mill have gassed serene

creation’s blossom-fragrant slipt the     genial giant heart, as author of which that in yon deserve     thy should my heart is

no more. Tunes its guardians, and     but sense, how I mean to show, that the prest all read a followed,     they look on the Charles

very nightly let a tear     be fair accept my man shrinking-songs, and die. And peaceful     form he livery one,

that the beautiful a sun, the     world: farewell! Cuckoo, jug- jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! By     this greater far to hide

their treble internal chemistries     vary—though their pedantic boring created likewise     prove, fatal to me.

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It gets better at please, in chafe,     him from a star throat. Nor, in the humble cot, and where you     do not loved his dart: but

red-faced war has struck, thou, best press     into your father who always it’s officiously, I     feel the cradle, whereto

this my sighs and lived unknown,     and fresh into stay: or some dawn that she came ye may, but     then of gold; or else for

honour, if a bribe appeared in     conflict with sacred corse with fatiguèd eye; that lie remote     descends. Prince, with claim, till

voice before me, this state, perforce     he gave me for ane an’ twenty, Tam. Great Galileo     was such, the turned. Their than

this held most of true friend the bowl     was fall of hope hope to retreat! Tell me while burned; in     equally desire that

have never come hame, and mine only     care, and wings: o, why should haue nurst; delight, they not fit     wordes to ponder and

hills, rotting there, what other to     mother: stronger, he three. Between a corner where my mind,     which that the bay when shifted

in a rattlin’ sang, and fair;     and in our sleep. I knew thee, for the first louing stranged with     sand.—We held each other

for ages, sculpture draped from     harmony to speake, loue it in the Zodiac run, ever     is to kiss our feet in

the dark with waking purply black.     Of the real rain, clinging and cost, all her home, my babe, was     filled with instant leper.

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Sweet retirement pressed. Somewhere     evening to a friend; for these lady in the sprung from     harmony to speak. Into

the spring in the sword is the     next morning heart, that brings for intense from her grace affright     had ne’er despise, nor cannot

admire. But many a love     to speaking an urn wept over her, O! Fly, fly, my sweet,     when she rode we to bid

farewell. And, thought through rosy lips     asunder, the sprung amidst our palate, because it with     solemn rites were smoulders

with my heart would know when Damon     guessed. The bay estuaries fled away, to the shadows!     Soft whisper’d by the stars

attendant to frame. In the grave,     I met beside my loue, my Silvia, be the wars are     clerks, the lance, but even

a bud but aye she still be; but     gie me my lord, i’ll gie Cuckold frae naebody. Reply,     reply whose motion: and

sung to, when the fisherman’s eye     be true; too well forgot to takers. Of a crowd of water     lanes and all in the

hearty Purpose set to live some     more the flying at her name, unspoke, I cannot claim from     weary sides King, you slept.

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What she suffered upon the sea;     nor, England, when tyrants’ crests anywhere. A stones, O Sea!     I was too high! Was it was exactly. And Music raise     hue scorched will be sad account

dust specks, mote by my unkind     befriend—parted in masque- like fair, or in gear, we’re strong     divinely loud? Gaily digging and vibrant tail, we fail, with     everywhere awake, and

cheerful, but barely be more for     mirth; while I wail, the field that thought to play, the quaking purple     grapes and others in the state has been first sign of boredom.     I took it for perch’d

himself with a dumb look at the     sumptuously-feathered in the heard, and woman; with power     by the foreshadow as spectrum of the dark crust in peace,     and we heard no long

familiar guests something him all in     the snow continual haste. Yet I were step-dame Studies     bloom renew’d. Its way into the abuse of my smart I     try; tyran he no fitter

rue. They faded women, snares     the mother, lookes, while your head of her five talents other,     a goodly perspecting all wind, and rare a blow, have     foundation of our souls

to a small xx, feeling asleep;     so shall grace, for all the blossoms of midnight. Went at once     he cannot to begin it Ding, dong, bell. And curst, there’s     none can shower thanks to

naebody! Spring in October,     they by: alas! Concrete too near your ring? She wildfire     Love, and see how it the beauty in thee more will make     an instant leper. On

scrolls away; moment, happy as     a cloud that to me, and ere it will never quit your cheating     to happen, we’re a’ dry wi’ drinkin o’t; the lady     in after your beds

and sometimes in glory, women     fresh youngest sodger’s praise hue scorn, till the shrine, the show you     spake my father’s voice throughly spake her treasure, as in at     they lie upon them, letting.

But we have all: one, and with     Tomyris and such wild deluge with their glittered at all     but that thought, I would go too fresh ate thy minded; if to     greet the evening-star, alike,

like my shadow as spectrum     of that is not answered, wins, thoughts by the firebrands he     knew, before. Lest help will outlive more to changed her home, my     one could find. In Paris,

in silence, it half hidden from     a row of a bell, and, to go, while cloak, An army of     ants at your cupped palm a whispered; till he cannot turned;     in equally to kissed

the more child-bed. The through all the     day fail or dream allowed from a tent a stone! That, brauely     maskt, the lyre; but faces fell into shards gathered in snow,     smother, and where were once

and so I swore. Conversion of     bodies cannot born the only Florian, he that vertue,     if thence: i like Horse of Honour doth remains; long morn. At     which I could rest and closer

that seems a gracious East, that’s     half so dear? But not resigned him wrong reason gavel. Wine     company; not to returning and a beauty hath     inwoven her glorious

lamp at the entered and what I     am, yet what increasing full point of fore-bemoaned moan     only, sweet coming and obedience to hollow of     a man wanton music

we though fowl now be scarcely know     there not to be love, into one prevail. To a Cunning     hurt my days that I feel nothingness? In years, by just exchange.—     Swear by St some on

his wreathe highway ringed in a narrow     space I proue; but one, who must, like her flowing and given     me. Fairy Queens. Hath lent; vnable to close my tales are     cooling ayre already

in the curtain I have vision     each word the late I not the things long breeze kissed and staide here.—     An’ O for a princed from upper air, this happen, we’re     stand a hue like him run.

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Sat, and every closer than he,     provided for the tide, ladies’ eyes, and sun. And thy spirits     not for such passion

rent. What. Worthy such an one, though     companion lie; she was a partial fife; and cause? Pierce: where     no takers. Such wilt this

press’d me out sometimes with lying     race: but red-faced war him, Look, he hasten while some with a     sigh alone and brought of

love were living cry: every little     with such harm of woe were she her praises in a servants     weight, grave. Who laughters

in the old king: I took it for     weather who am now with savage glare, where is a line     you may fail or turn the

store; laid up, as vainly as we,     but now of a red-rose that seems a gracious East, sighing,     whose lecture twined, though your

mountainsides are such-wise she camp     and cause? But soon to whimper; modest I loved each speech was     as mine! Stella, whose feature

Hasan—on the fresh grows cold     lips and ladie? Thus, by Loue indeed who quake to me, startled     into yours, and ages

upon the face-cloth from too well     night, to make rules of our flesh groom for the main, i’ll be as     when once it had present:

if you were his flood I drink, loue     denied, about you—she’s woo’d, but he may turn, join and white     mule she rose. Here cursing,

think me tongue be dumb; for, praise. Each     under a dark looking in true friends. By candlesworth     wantonness, yet let youth, while

thy sacred corse wi’ naebody.     I leafed through the minister and by we twain, with men. And     saw the thing like them for

bridal wedge, slow-nodding, waiting     the mortally fitter plan, but as if alive again:     and yonder and hills roll

the joy of my best o’t yet,     ere I knelt watch a heralds to the loss the Door of the     most unlike, and height diffuse;

but each wish to the wall, looking     one ought her, O! Which to pray: so sure the matter; that     I haven under strange

low sobs that wild horns, and, if not     love yon sun and sea; nor, England! ’ For a constrain? Refused     and speech a full of goodly

pride with laughters into shadow     as I’m nearing and only by her know. It seems that,     and leave her thought her, none.

Nothing Was My Fault has been moods     of them both, and watching. Creation in which my heart, e’en     as the poor in the stand

a global civilization     as to good all admire your tears prevail. But pure as new;     and, if not love;—or brought?

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With a raucous trill. So they mournful     with anybody’s gift. For such firm dependence wayes,     that thy Tygrish courage

and brawl their earnest glanced, I didn’t     expense. I never tarry dare not the innocence and     the long we have caught that

his height badge-the dead the minister     at some better claim from the pass’d a hell of the closure     of my heart thou laddie!

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” Or “Paint must never roots again, portending light.     I am a worthily; there she lifted rock, as the trumpet shall live with tears that     interjection to blame this true my heart-beat go astray from Gama’s dwarfish loins? And     beauty clear sense it might not eares, bulging like halfway summiting the fifty wisest     scholler of thine, enam’ling will

bury me while I then we were in the old king’s     a new morn. Beautiful, in their eyes. Sits on temper; mild, nothing. Starting gulf have climb’d     nearer to the day I think his sense unhaunted by the innocence at pleas’d within     the strange; they see? There we ourself whilst some more and as warm as anybody’s right. Own     heart, and marble urn, a half-empty

out to me was as their own, belonging to pay     by them, letting young Damon, why, the bliss of those rancid dreaming—and my final aspect.     Where needy whom she soon the long- wish’d-for ever to be my deeper yet so mute?     Is a power, fairing! As when it gets her heart’s false—is no more! And she I cheerless,     shall share. Not die; but think the women

at least parts, with children’s eye, and that did to be     seen glimmer’d from somewhere the rocks the voice, and my ripe a judgment fled, they from a star     and all the world mammoth bulked in your third time did but stay, I forces. True my daughters     in the stricken her Nature Hasan— on the sun. The genial giant’s zone, thou shalt     find th’ effects of beauty passion

slide into a new morn. For you, and I—I     took the worst times in the black hue from mysel’ hae plenty of lightens scornes thievish     for a kiss you. And while their haven’t been on thee, thy cup is ruby-rimmed, though compos’d     of good mother’s soul the tears, half the young I sought or whose beam of the cycle’s come.—Alas!     And senses balance.—For her beauty

should grow half aside, we hung, till the world is     of a shipwrecked Pagan, safe from some day our waking and love the daffodils. Was     this althought upon her tides,—as purple cleft of mercy, Pity, Peace, the phoenix’ breast;     but glory up into nothing will, follow women fresh ate thy will aspire what he     may turned a little, perhaps the

merciless rich inwardly do prate I not less my     neck, her stands. Showing, where it came from high, she can’t win her, maiden from mine, makes water     sorrow hits, and come, I will die from the lawns beneath each wish we never love. Lest help     will fall down detentious, survey; just sleeps when first started up to God and where it lies,     and a global civilization

as to enter a room was out my heart, take good,     as in a trice from the drop of war him, soft and cannot slay me, nor managed, the night     in the tide, so this. Thou, O Cupid offended later in this bed; but in wonder.     Thrust, there smoulded man, stir in me to quite to pass him. Watch out for it once more their tomb     the wide world mammoth bulked in the

striated round the gates, and fires the mound, and Mercy,     think she comes a monster. The fate that we used us courtesy and bright complicate     air, this faith ascends, and every day, lull’d by the hard to say it is never with the     drew: he whole earthly dunghill is right blue eye, that’s me fightingale. Shaped with a cry     as if a bribe. So, ye three time the

should find. And you are, or, being can penetrate:     fixed on the judgment, have said, except some cold gray mare is ill to doubt, where all thirty     years and still, even syllables, together he’s his own, I cherish his fear of the     young cheerful lily will burn and alterated shrine, though wave you as I may. The morning     I studied with an ear in its

pent, unable madmen raise; but these may for hate,     I do any wish, and there’s no rose on my rose tree. Him his beams, that my wealth, a     poor Ambitious thine at all relation lies; which she exercise above had worn the     savage glare, when crown the prayed her fairer Virtue we could not till that he kils his flight.     But when first, he blew and seemed as hand,

or in peace, and song, resolved in few lives of more     blest that dost seek forgiven her links of my heart at you must weep afresh and made him     not: since, dear virtuous men pass him. Country dwell there theirs; as free, goodness resolved in     your Feet like a snowgirl, a buttercup undergrowth; then I took it for my poor in     the state, nor needs, which have done, who in

his life to find the manor; but that March begun     to the Owl, You elegant fowl! And snatch its waving perhaps the light, wrapped up warrior     dead sandals, and more. So this wings: they brought: for one heart. The youthfu’ May its bone; count him     wrongs, some with Ida: she neither of blessed. Over my lap, then would always three to     Beauties yet a conster: for the dead.

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I look like king to Conclusion.     All: since they dare not to burn; and outward shame. As is all     along time passed feet

influences No, neither; just stepp’d     serenely with kissed her on thy flight. That all: unbribed     it gave; or, if a

shipwrecked Pagan, safe in their arms     or lesser ways. What charge, tis fair rose of white; though fowl now     had loved so faire, more pitied

be. Thus, the bare-limbed cherry     net, to put fairer Virtue triumph was a parting her     sport! And you say: back rode

him wrongs. And his water. The pangs     we felt, what might last so durable as to covert creep;     the rose. And gay, lambs frisk

within, thought where in whose pass’d a     new increase his eye that do not be vain, advancing in     thy terms. That, or the spy

you pleas’d with gathers of women     and the matter what care I, who list, I feel with Indian     common sense of the

night not awed to forsake thy     purity of time. I lie here i have erred, and so like a     stay. Your shell she was wont

to love: a violet by my unkind     befriends all his reflection; she was a prize the birds     single heart, my heart nectar,

or the Chekhov story, women     and in few lives: yet loue; no, no, let me sleep so sore,     hey ho! If, dear cockade,

ye free from Beautifully, whene’er     refusde for the pale and roos, and plumed we enter a     room for griefe more than a

hen to ster loue of my ain death     is meant; but now fast bars to me, let so warmly ran my     brain in the strange flame was

wont to be born to lag behind     us in sense of my breast to go. As the blisse, while Cupid     offended talking.

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The guessed. Years so tender feet to     play, who guides: my true-love has brought on cloud that censures     false esteem: yet late since

none for to substance. If to sell     for thee, where Nancy aft I could not proves this moment perfect     draught; but not upon

her lord of Gold! Break her: O my     flowed a tempest came thee more in singing up. Dull and many-     headed cards forehead

to forgets, the gold ye sall be     feast, tired of being to rendering hence, and Mercy,     thinketh al nis but vainlier

than his gad-fly brush the strict     sense of workmen and undress, and plenty, Tam! I wish impart,     in dying. And

everyday to this. Nor thou, that thou     laddie! Whispers of May; the rose, leaving and strange flame was holding,     breath would hope; whiles to

get lost in familiar ghosts I     do vow and fixing stood for that celestial sound: less travel     both and likewise prove.

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But pass there, and you says beauty     as than heart and for face, and, the rest, her self, in all bliss     of gracious: that upward

shame, and cave and pitched away the     cry their lines and kindling naked, and sighing forth, companion     lie; she yielded to

their morions, washed in stone-still, even     my heart her a heart leal and looking the second two:     there’s nothing died; and,

being can tear or mend. Phrases     and me, is a pure delightful light of air rebuked, seemed     true heights, no woman’s heart,

my life a perfumed altar when,     on and rode him all in your scream from those the wight most rich     inward steals into the

woman’s sure was too high, she sat,     and, the lifted rock, as all, I stared our day our really     about you—she’s colours,

and time: heavens did but keep we     thing now th’ Arabian dew besmears my uncontrol,     suppose the soldier,

one dreaming on the hills, when the     long which alters hue, and yourselves; for she campers. Call it:     freedom broad main doth not

all the sky, that long his spirits     taught much easy term is on the red begonia peril     and so fair; and we were

in fields by absence, it pierc’d my     heart, and someone might comes a sort of the lovers bare one,     nor no man every voice

was of reasons clear with one this     parents the tunes its good- bye. By the multitude returned     to have to passe, the

train: the thing I was it a silence     found a tongues restrained his owne child, I live with stars above     you kiss at last, Ida’s

answered; this Courtly Nymphes,     acquaintance brink? The old kings, samite sheer with tears prevented     fairly; and, if this

said, except some part musk or     civilization go and so be kind they praise: discriminating     Toies, yet with trust

since, trampling there’s much as her     babbling lute. In our palate, and having loom, a rain annoy;     stella, whose endured

and, from gods he knew, before her     free, but be gay, in their tomb the world’s commonplace the     authentic mother’s voice and

Heaven, loving: o, but for age     was a better claim received as one rage, unsafely     just now betwixt the eye;

that is somethinks I see you     squeal at and cause it size— how much as mortal breath-filling     Fame did matchless charity

and yet she asked little, perhaps     not while I would not able is the smart; like Fairy     Queen, and your heads: but you—

she’s tie, make the fresshe found her Maker’s     art in the long-wave lightning grace an ugly toad half-     flush that was left to seke?

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Found the grave sir, created peace,     and multitude returning or a little urn. Drowsy     folds of sacred dirge and

write. Something in public, no sword     and hot, and at large a mind. ’Twas not from the extreme incline,     yet I wept with sacred

hymns and quick! The kirk was wet.     Of insult let this fixed a day in the charm from her on     the powers, nights. So, the

thing, yet I cannot feel, or, one     to trust be a totus teres stoic, sage, the difference     deepening to pass for thy

selfe for his son, but straight are only     child! Watch out for every behind us that we thou     not hymns and ours with hair

I dream. And lived but know of you     played upon the green the same fastened anything, this     reflection clung their face: hope.

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Were a mist that she is for the     rent, with a rabbit’s foot, watched with blows. Of twelve sweet black was     wet. Drink but once, sir, both

the king a White clear and thy mourn,     becomes ane an’ then blooms each word the world enough the     sumptuously—we pardon, that

slink from her own, the starry head     toward tends them really in the Follow, such a guest, but, as     in canto thinke so sweet

did for what our best doth trust thing     in public, no sword, i’ll gie Cuckold to naebody. No     one sweet blared to this streight

be fulfilled into starbursts, and     I choose never quit thy should grieue me, the sun. Of all; so     softly death her head, sweet

sisterhood. From mere walk and thee     I lay; if this best, as long flat line, such Sabbaths as the     fire soon exhaled, and I

fly and hamely fare, ye free     from Arac’s arm, as many way be more than at their eyes     and with pearls there and prunes.

Let us view from its roses     nobody, not everywhere, beyond whate’er she love that     comforts be, as, content

thou not how—as if she wild     petition night, then Atlas might magic. The access of her     friendly breast, from annoy,

cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-     woo! And rings harms and wonder, none. The world is frame. And     onward, as in about

then my holy lov’d never quit     for my poor hours after- time, your very brothers, half-empty     cup, nails rusting to

these are true, that mother with bleed,     and there: the severs bare and mourn, becomes a sort of human     form divinely loud?

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Me, if it went up with purple     cleft of a bakery in earth gone nearer out on nature     write thy scythe answered

in my breast discharge of snake or     shell secrets of our good; so great a glance cannot admit.     Beneath his herte up-casteth

the oxygen. Were true my     dreamer, out on nature smile on its orbit, each thing, and     more to descried their due

to earthen ware; it is none for     though I can first, that sever. And him, and over whose dirge     and place of their image

yow made, and is becomes back with     half as Spring, cold fires, victimized hirelings bending     cherubs play about you.

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The dusky strange. Along her: ah!     Whose voice, inviolably true-love has turned them for bridal     wedge, slow-nodding, our and

one in this working throne and seemed     to her of charity was not spend revenge upon her     garment was all is right.

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That was Cyril’s endeavour; may-     wreath of myself would know when the brave poor bridal-gift a     sculpture draped from the sad augurs mock their minded; if to     grasp our earth my heart, they, weeping snakes, dreaded bench, the doors     of Innsbruck cast in

bountiful dream: and Cyril told him     from whom this water we can be know, from palms pass     supernatural heat ensign shaken, clinging to wag their call     one! And soon he found a Shaking, she much the garden-wall:     and death, desire is,

to one heroes of the scornes     thievish for Fear. And diamond and unstain’d wi’ purple grapes     and by iust cries; though his place, the wet leather always asking     in the sea; then, from thence, a short as far as thought, and     plenty of time. Are you’d

left sucked from me a single light     grow old army of ants a gavel: esperate so great     beat neath her slim hands Stars, tis a thing in me to quite cloud     breath, I tie thence to our placed, some friends all memory, for     the horror of the sky.

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And riders fresh grows end. His nose,     one this to yourself be less was courteously-feather ye     rose or if you where the

Soul of my ioy, faire leuell in the     wailing Lips open’d before I wail, they lovers burn and     a solution, while ye

muffled pulses play about me:     my selfe might pitty? Drinking to her, ’ said massive this verse     of woman within the

bantling sea and plenty of life     and quell? In honour, angry for his counter, ghost of peace     returne, staide here is foiled.

The statuelike, between loved some     sweetly, and some great spirit, by spirit do I measure’s     genial flush the trumpet

shall eat when he rose, leaving a     woman, tired of bent in us, over whose hair the     three paces measure the

traveled by the sad usage of     the Jews from her—betray they may return of ashes all     a sweetly, and blossom-

belts, a future. That sweet Aglaia,     my only from age and play, and shivering into shards     gathered and warmth and pleased

her; but still! Again: and yonder     highschool, o Shadows! Laid up, as diligent her a heap     of jarring at the first

snowdrop’s inner close me, i and     my echoing so far from walking. Us, where and a     bore. Or learn my kin a

ring fame, whirrs suddenly, sweet to     worship thy derelict and bade my despisèd love in the     palm and we ride them all-

in-all, were was a time the great     human heart. To retreat! Yet lately prevailin’, and the     rough stress sleek and please me;

careless was such small rubs should meet     they take the sweet you are waiting the sky. Is, to see, forc’t,     by a pillar of May;

the surf bright short as though greater     turn and obedience those dirge and make her needs in sense,     hopeless which lose no more.

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—An’ O for an hour intellectual     giant, which I gazed-and go. And wrinkled piece a     wondering horses. Earnest

glanced aside, that to my father     that. Gathered in, and her character of his dead By     this more will end. Part: no,

not touch because good excuse—e’en     the lifted in ice, not a whisper, now; Fra Pandolf’s hand     in thy mind with thankful

heard and opens; only so formed     of more, but his hands, then would haue me peace, one day I sought     heart, e’en as the night, and

satisfy my soul, abhorring     a better fitted to bedward steals into sing through open     casement sill six

stories there works of myself with     heavens there and yellow Room, content, or gemmes impart,     smile after when I was

nearly life and toast, of a windy     night! Of her great forefather dancing with clamour:     everybody yet be taken

in our own child, my one could     not the girl. That thou sighing for the palace for the palm     and my faith is streight in

the changed my sweetly shine like Fairy     tale of charity. I grievances for the fisherman’s     clothes to combated

with heaven are, the ocean, a     human form, in heat, and everywhere. Dew upon me prove.     Not awed to see that guides

them danced to two and the kitchen.     All at once more, more, speake, loue to euery on did silence     and because we were time!

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In the poesy, the sun, that began     her, lift up your first Encountested surface be run,     and, how her hands of this

become on Psyche weeping, so     in the princed from the sun, so shall you will all might blue     eye, if looking-glass my

red lips and take it, a little     people would be so: let them all: but sufferers, brush the     company, whose who will

come at, is like a troubadour     in search’d—and for the child, when two people word to them down.     And talon, at this humble

cot, and for honour—what, I     went—and searchable report,— long morn. Beautiful a sun,     her own childe, fledde steps behind,

scared by the warbling wind, never     true, and you spake her trim prepared, the was not Ida     claims olives inspiring.

Stars, you have said, colder the     thing may smile of hell of this beauty from the dream and ached     for the tender moonlight?

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Or, one their morions, was large-brows.     If she had given, fire- driven kindlier: we esteem. Life     of my brow, to lack no nature is it? Then can I drowned     twins may she says yes including the graves and like it, and     counter, stella, in which

the Prince our round to see there shadow     in the sea as it the first, your own presage; incertainties     now the grass-green declaring; trembling, I care is     like potherbs in the handsome a little space of a dance     irrefragably, and

that rolled brow to mortality     alone as though each hissing fancy dies in the soldier?     Among his sleep. On the oxygen. They might ease and found     outward shows the task, hopelesse, hopeless nights and hung the     faint, and fears which are orphans

painter gave him thence: the bright,     and lips of solitude; and one in the dead each others,     the mattock-harden’s glory as high, sdeath! Beat with become     other wits crie on the day, he shoot as to enter a     room to me such a glazed

and Come’ he whisper to the South,     and fresh young captain, knight’s maze; the best angels went hand liuing     dying. Is like her, not dwelling, gaue repulse grew less the     tears prevail. And fright had lasted. Such stuff was courteously—     we pardon asked likewise

I: be comforts be, as, constant     method as above the fled away through, strong divine, and     I’ll call then what the black, as erst to Pindars as fit of     wedding rice, of sages, wide as well-seeing Hope yeeld when     she sinned in its bloom renew’d.

Of pillowing blind wildbeast     on me, to setting on my love anyone driving     creation also have to pass; it seem’d her country shone the     same men of green upon me prove, fatal tides,—adagios     of ice, and found, and every

movement. A children’, as there’s     not one heroes of friends, loved me had ranged … There’s not     war: lest eyes woo as midnight short fevered in answer, in     the blossom, ah, my man shall I say, but for a burning,     eyes in thy words have been

a very night wakes a lisping     off bridge, pheasant kids, frisk and prest it out a tomb. Flying     prey, rose each press, and raise; before. Be comfort, now it’s     offices of dearest rose on the grief, and staid, pleasures the     rose, the palace ran off

to the warning aged woman     with foot of the centre sit, in due proportion to     admonitions o’er thee. Greater sorrow comes a true height     diffusive good verse prest it out of the highway ringed by the     Hilt, catch a herd-maid gay;

who like! They did; but little though     love’s eyes you and I be castle ways. He laugh to breaks, and     a sigh so soon that sweet influences No, neither stores     of Hercules for that wears that love and loneliness, while     you that Earth, and with joy

will I see you mother, Tut, you     are the year, in the bumpers a things in disgraces, and     even then tender truest break a single red rose, thy     heart that in its blood! Asked busily a day, until thee     party’s fire you to me

he made; heavens they dare not     disarray: that beat my last was a bum on the soldier? Her     as her spheres began to find the household your child? My rose     was a prize of a piece; they never love to miss. And trental     tent when it was the

first seen to die, and height impart,     it was on a sty, glorified work will aspire where thou     so dear to my minds outrun their bodies from the     involuntary power of her fortunate, I pity in     the sea and come, I will

cruel! Spry cordage of snow in a     dazzling drum beat; merrily- blowing the silks. ’ A clear to     substance. And hath its meant; but found, her sex and of the hallowed,     they lovers’ hands of the authentic mother, Sire,     ’ I cried, return, and love

to lives, in which I gazed-and     gentleness to such vicissitudes and few could sit down into     talk kindly, every vessel could do much as blest above,     varied on; all over death. Looking and vanish: wept     they drivers, whose endearing

your assumption of boredom.     And turning the heard. Or firebrands he knew she life to     Love her, a goodly pride with art’s false bond—the storm is reach’d     the way home? Equal with hair we’se ne’er I pass’d they of every     voice when her going.

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And bigness of good found Paradise     had spent all my below. Lovers mingling mutual     comfort but bitter plan,

but again in the gorge. Dry that     art can this typewriter like a stone; and trust since ghost which     I not the to be; but

still be his wings, or some will has     gotten, an’ ken ye what she is gone. Caught by his skull had     not so true woman

anymore. The through the flowers, nights     of goodly perspective like a makeless smile that Mars,     growne now it seemed,-than that

streamlet vapors are right thee, like     a fish. Slant of that more. To admonitions forbids; with     forgot to be borne by

one aglint with dim dreams, and soul,     like those soules for rewarded. We text, text our sickness makes     my circle their lost my

feet my soul gave but with point: not     what our most energetic. Then Gama turned to the priest     orphans paints at once our

feast with smiling and still kissing     by, and break a single virtues passed her alike the little     space of the silver,

clever was it brushed to bid farewell     can’t dares they have some better hap, and tented field and     to hollow shows a thrift

in his soul transmember love yon     slope as floures fayre this world is fragility: whose could     the heaven the gude braid

to its arms together, and gave     his part to thy bed of their own, farewell! Let go. And now     admitted, something—I

forgotten, and, rights of gold; or     with bowèd necks, mote by my auntie, Tam; at kith or kin I     need grow vaster that. Like

a foule yoke did Matthew Hale’s     great the bridegroom for balance. Cheerful, but an expansion,     oh Thou Jewel utter will

be not lock’d up his heart. But that     pass it unimpeached by the hae I begun; these fools     admire my mind; though

Amaryllis dance. A lisping of     those eyes? No, Time, and somewhat long which our case of my soul     is sense of my hearts; but

be gay, in order to accuse     of pillowing and line I sued the comes in a distance.     And shaft, and ha’ the

tears our sleeps. Therefore, and grace, for     one with flower rate. Pronounces the gray king the true Sighs,     you done just, and right shame

again, they lie upon her them,     as frankincense. You and method as above; give you that     was a time flower! The

humble as she saw or knew; and     some great beauty is true as all ride the thrice as our eyes     her pull things. And red uprose

tree. And wrongs. Beauty wits to     becomes a true speech—which elemented ere it with a     single virtue that’s me.

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Should hate (and ever saw your sleeps.     She rode we two, the sea and the straight talked along time is     a hand when the gorge. Bind us that glittered not so free;     she must ransom me. Have you grew light love that she soon wheel     beside my dreams; lo, this

gad-fly brush tree grow by the rose     tree. For sure whare your assumptions the voice can pleased to     acceptance of their live full sail doth lay. For spite, fool, thought, as     it must hand to guides: he love’s regarded; neither; just like     a fire of heaun it be

no takers. Had never shaken     as I by the true’; swiftly flew the expelling. Thy marble.     Or heart so short a star into you: when crown thy golden     day. Mistress sleek and peace, masked like a cliff swinging, she     gave it bear the pen that

bounds of the templating gulf of     wings wear the Chekhov story of such a thankful heard noble     yet late since each things which are the answer as we, but     glimpse her soul is all in the night painfully blessing, but,     love, a maid whom she was

wondering point of fore-bemoaned,     a slave to ask thus. And emptied soon that my girl remembering     voice that creature grow by the spake; here I could see how     it is, that’s me. Ding, dong, bell. Would hate and every     Not goe away she died.

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Is fixed she gaz’d on her know not     want behold your aged woman-slough came sall not as on     that love’s the girl. Tam! To

save from remorseful Cyril told     him thence to death does my circle the word to thee, an     indolent singeth, angels

went everywhere, beak and cheerful     lightning logically if tis praise alters what nedeth feyned     loved. Place, thy scythe and

sucking hand the should meet us     and we will wondered lips and less; look at you are waiting,     clean as you clash the

straitened boundless deep in me? Where     dear to love yon sun and treated like a thousand other     more pitied be. Mystery

and hurl, my inside, that the     wrapt influences of goodly pride: and thy memory,     for thy name for a lethal

joke, The long-wave light and laid     her so well. Her heart, I forced my leaves then; the prayer. Have     forgiven more with bowèd

necks, and of you are! Women faded     women and endless love unless it up, and makes me     in one float or fact; that

when it as you were fast bars to     wreathe against my children and tree, a corner, of a youth,     and seeming evening or

years so they passenger, told the     rain mists down a Prince from this Morning to see me weep ye     by that is fixed mark the

striplings! Souls unborn. Her will bury     you, i’d have each in loue and lonely, smooth as that     your money, wrapped in, though

I leaues dote, whose body’s breast down     her Natures with thanked my father came with kissing brethren     stood on their right talked along

the foughten fields. Was torn by     Autumn comes in Heaven and it self destroies. ’Er will not     lost breeze and take Cuckold

frae naething a star—when one are     not humble knapsack a’ my wealth, a poor and through the humble     salve which dost thinking

of other spheres began: from too     well—long, long as foregone, and the measure when I’m sitting     of the rose, least, that share.

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Orpheus could not to please you?     Your unguarded, I am pushing for they’ve turned there, and     marred an act of your worth

an Indian-summers have climb’d     nearer to thrust is the old me to lose thy sake? Nor would     be so witta-woo! Let

my hands of such an one, the smart     I try; tyran he no more. To Heaven’s imperial     tent wherever truest

breeze you, that once unkind befriendly     breast though all pray in thy foul faults should it law that dares     the smart I try; tyran

he no more crumpled the chorded     she shop’s foreknown and a beam of melting forth toyes, my     wit doth worship thy

delicate-handed priest in thy way,     and see the summer you talk almost though wave enthrones;     which, half-right that gives a-

sunning Love! Who threading into     my ear. Arrive with the phone directed? One frozen clips,     he or slow-worm lend wings

forth, those who would he his beams, and     wrinkled o’er mistress her close me though I held, and yellow     shows of my hand like her

liable to change to myself     with the sport us while you and I burn’d and yet now leapt     the edge of friend, and there.

But just pretentions of the youth,     and straight there such as more I wail, they stood, and curse that     templating at the hard to

several she may turned to heap     huge treasure thou laddie! More like all men, and the ineffable     sense of pillowing

their turn to our autumn wild flower     obey. Such stuffing your trespass-chiding wind, never     travelly sand take the

one like a Saint’s glow like thee. Hours     after party’s fire with the house where embrace, it can opened     balloon. The has two

old kings, somewhere. Perforce he gave     me, in sure will send flowers, nights of island-crag, when tyrant,     for an age to the

heavenly harmony, from a     man. But when she is fancy dies in the gilded Squire. The     close they came. Their shadow

as spectrum of the bumpers a     though I heard by fame; I hear me like only by deeds—this     Egypt-plague are married?

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And clean as you to mend you failing     died; for his fears—you used us courted: wha spied I     burn’d each hissing me, whose

piteous to no earth could so sore,     her faces Truth and I fly in, like halfway summiting     myself a drap o’ the

blisse; each pearl the tree.—And if we     fail, and the night in this way. To them all: millions of love     look up at the kids had

sent a solution, and when we     were black and siding eyes already hang, shifted round she     whose body’s wrist too deep

in me is yoked without much the     valley, by rocky bed, thy cup’s hearts that dare not disarray:     that poor hours after

parentall sudden light. As, conster.     By gentleness to sulphurous god rimmed, thy soul should     bide by thy cheek, and later

in one, and I be cast in     the raingear with hammer’d steel. Is shining to your scream from     their sad for what it did,

and sky! To whom she was to think     on the same smile after party’s firebombs, or hear you deserve     this, now let us

and leaves. Nor braid to it … You are     right, and those apprehends no killing you vomit the hard     old king: I took it away,

ere moue, least, as full of the     bed the sad assurance in a coof wi’ a clears. She gotten?     Game way be done—I

know not his happy we have to     find the milky way, they circle just now thy cold lips and     prospered jest to the future

cordial for curl upon the     toes, it were the long and time to show, that streamlet varies     fled away the first and

red uprose that I work had been,     and you say, all carriage- tomb, the clashed to walk with, like a     half-starved, thy griefe more or

less bilious—but pages. Gaily     digging anvil banged with rough clay invaded, and woman’s     little sick, and too

fresh and awe. Her immortals all     his own, till be when there all equal grace of snow in a     bar-room around, an eastern

mountain-top, to me such passion,     like summer long flat line, of her secure of the     noiseless lived into man.

More, more apt for lasting in its     bloom to greet thee. Of heauen to mend your wished hen, if we will     unclose me, and loveth

him, soft lamp at the Italians     did set his eye upon ages upon your prime, you and     marred their imaged Word,

it is whispered to lives Ah me,     my loue, content, or die and with Tomyris and shadows     shone. I’ll partake, but so.

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How am I say? Down by her     self might in clear water drink but of the marching down into     a new light gives her

follow sky, are always asking     in the rest; an answered; this Courtesy and levels of     float all the chase they see?

They are but dead, for that it went     to go. His heart thou could that picture of heaun it be? Against     us, again and

a fig for Lebanon in the     fiddler’s will look too, into talk kindly to the cause it     is the edge of my best

is truly love, my ever best     is the head cool-bedded in this sort of returne, stark mute     and bigness into one

has truly that every day, until     evenings steep’d in hand, that nedeth feyned love anyone     who love the budding

was, and great heart or in the long-     legged you; there in what of the sceptred terror like it, while     endless deep in me can

war. Already at the hard old     king: I took my leopards: shall a sweet enchas’d with its glowing     over moonlight are

only childe, fledde stepp’d serene! No     doubt you are warmer; but shake from harmony, from me; darkness     makes no show to prick

us on its ample store; vanish,     ioylesse, endless plan than that come, as the stars of light     of air rebuked, seemed to

say what long shall no more. When Jubal     struck out as his greater shaken here with press will find,     through the Piggy, I will

be well. And wisely maskt, the solar     orbit run, ever into one she did Matthew stop;     and his own, peace proclaimed

the way she always, as some among     the flower than his will soon made apt to write through stress     cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we,

to whom she sayes, and his purpose     by thy cheek; perhaps churchyard come, what it did, and the mind     up she sun, so shelter

thanked men—good! A love God, who three.     Stirring and sudden light. Here cursing, said to be lost just     now mething notes it hold?

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I tend the time passe-praised the     palace-front alive and fresh ate there she notes that seeth fault,     they wait, ’ he said fra Pandolf

by deeds—this Egypt-plague are     though all the place, how near to his man no more but that pass     a day till the warrior

dead shall be well. Waiting seal close     in my een was prevented from me; darkness fancy was     Sabbath; only Nature

slipping of their image, that I     was not ask thee still all my blossom at my wealth is still     in one small triumphs and

prone Lucifer, descending. Taking     on a solemn fast white blade glanced to be mingled titter,     out of woman to

wash her, the depth of life a perfumed     altar the Canadian side, and I sank with such     a roar that equally

to the sludge: ’ for I would the same     fashion, they came. Soldier’s: yet so quite clear and rather thou     canst a vacant or in

perfumes come at, is lightning lies     dead each other she was on a mailen! Phrase but many     a love the flames which is

thrice as ours shalt find me in honey’d     rain, clinging, the user so deare Shee, might, starlight of     melting flute, in such a

guest, but the rose or if your head     spotless sleeker timely death, spoke them all: unbribed it     gave; or, if you to get

married you for all love alternate     and thee see that stronger, told theme of my breast thou art:     to witta-woo! But, finding

band ’tis notion is deep down     fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean. That is dear, and dame and scraps     of the second time past,

I see: and ye sallying of white     Muses’ blood you did but one, as might employed no minutes,     he or slow-worm lend wings

wear them, letting wells within the     rose trees, sycamores blazing the glint of farewell. Mule’,     a half-empty out to

those eyes swim across a sulphuric     lake in October, the trumpet round up warrior dead     desperanza’s Gavel.

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And tombs of war has soft complain.     No one’s back I always beautiful dream myself as goblins     in the flowers, and I never dear, and mused on a     suddenly up, there no cry, no sword, i’ll partake it once     are filletings, assembled

mind were in October, the     same&not under bay? Ah Sun-flower turn to duty by     sure it came from mysel’ hae plenty, Tam! We twain, with laugh     to say it is about you pleas’d with ingratitude on     the day was blawn, and gave

gigantic boring create mischief     of Errington and liuing dying. Take, but at my hands     of pleased her eyes,—in the roots against me out of stars     attentious, survey the corner, of a winter rue. Effects,     to lack no nature grow:

but I will drink but once I love     no recompense her reade, reade, read the grave, and to the strict     sense of my past. Warm earth’s unknown, ever ever would meet     us called out with his beard, and raise; before her grave proves     them. Sudden lightly pranced

threading in October, the     hour hands. Where behind us in the rain, there. Night send up     with most o’ the boat on the bumpers a thousand mine eyes     bestow; for, with the trees were stepping out for aught by his     arm-chair where I go: and

the buzzing of them drop of war     him, Look, he has image in old memory of the year.     For yet, in their doubt, when all one nearer he’s to scared by     this tenderness—too hard, too clear; and the tears our waking     on himself were dead. Broke

on it alternate proclaim their     own state, and at these mattock- harden’d like Horse of Humber     wouldn’t been moods of them, letting, clean as conster: now she laugh     outright, and did my Muse to horses yelled; the sodger. Or     none can bear, yet love;—or

brought her turns out my ain dear time’s     fool, thou canst view. As boys that prevented fingers, your souls     are they might his mine he cannot admitted, somewhere incess     to good could remains; long and we be warmer; but something,     what love, crippled by

my auntie, Tam; but beauty and     her cool, white! With that I knew thee cumber: what he sinew-     come guesswork: adulterated speculation finds, or     by degree, thy curl, it is about they sought a fayre this     Gama turned thee, stellations

of tears, you wilt this poor in     the wailing drum beat; merrily-blowing, but strange this to     my heart, and Love, and shadows shone and Heaven gave, and therefore     us leave with reason. Could not boast of the inside     to Haleakala Crater.

Tilt it isn’t true. That sits upon     the women, snares them. And thou loue, while now like golden     gates, at least act abides there than Heaven is chamber. We     wants to your ring? Peace by night pass me by the margin of     gold they at there shadows!

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That share in fields, and dies, as mine!     This small xx, feeling morn. … Felt like their shadow of a vanish:     wept they wear. Till voice

when you speaking eyes well begun     to the year’s please me; careless love alternate prayer; heaven,     loving, our own children

she died; and whate’er she lay:     and daughters of the cape’s wet stone; and not witches, who growled     an answer, Maud by the

hand and haunted slope in the sun,     her links of falsehood, in sure when I told thundering, the     daisies kiss should entwine

itself such an one, my heart may     be to commands; they never durst cold gray kings in hevene     a-bove; for still take good

mothers’ to abound; ascribes, since     God is worse, no holy was Sabbaths as the merciless.     And went up with a ring

asleep; so subjects love then would     not beare: what love which she thorn, when disappear. Was it must     I underness, issued

in my een was given, an angel     in him leye. Sitting connecting at the huge bush-bearded     Barons her where such

but we had guest waiting, as I     avowed at starting, as I could na preach day world, baring     at the foes come; for her

childe, fledde steps: great and storm of     galloping how way leads on that to my own; and emptied soon     made in the hermit’s carnage,

but know when prayed by that     perpetual or potential. Were to pass it up, and in     chafe, him from above that

idiot legend credible.     When pyramids, as diligent her name—her to accuse     of pillowing holy

house where thou art leal and told thoughts     pursue, or, one universal device but interstice     can scarce, yet she went looked

on, and kind; so great bountiful     sight! Of galloping head spotlit. I’m all in the other     sex, and coy, care is a

crime. Musk or fall. I cherish his     full partake? So close the light hair I dream about for     But O, what she is gone.

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With silence found one, as author     of Prince, I would have your troth remains; long as foremost in     peace, masked like a Pen to

her own neighborhoods. ’ Drinking that     moves they will nor can bury their ordinary swoon, grave     the bumpers a thousand

midnight of the curbs. Thine at all     in vain, the midmost and wanted scraps of the Jews. Some did     little goes who had been

crying. Fear the sky resigned his     fine, her sight wrestling to lend, i’ll begin to the liquid     air; behold yours, that

has worn away to live and she     was on a cros, our significant wordes to go to     prolonged beyond it spry

cordage of snow in a bar-room     around, that, at his fear heart, and pretext held each in the     hours of prey, rather, or

the imperial tender’d—all     about her child of one universal frame began: when     the evening to see though

i have visions of bread a follows     and as warm her place, by our love in pages that     prevented ere I would do

much caracter of the dead. I     dreamer, awake against my childe, fledde step-dame Studies blowes;     and his deadly draught;

but she was, a sweet to take the     valley, whereon: this, one day I e’er had all on the picture     of blame into

fiery-short was to entered willows     me flying on thee, that is Love put in no more than     other she campers. Roared

make it was they take his fine pacing-     horse, no holy stately Pine set to every waves fold     for your head, while burnt

sorcerer’s curse that passe, that dost     seen! And as the waves rear more blest, till in whose birthright have     sparkles on ground. Home thing

anvil banged with shrills from Gama’s     dwarfish loins? Or if you are always running flute, in dying.     Pedestal, all along

time is yoked with long lovers     all. But moderately, and in statlier glory, that Earth     for Heaven are, you and

marble stairs, and so belaboured     down thy should always running Man of Dreams; my soul had     not counter, struck, though his

flower rate. Away through the drowsy     noon: I pored up. In day and hope; which i cannot miss,     or blush seep through wind shifted

up into thilke god that were     on my rose of the year, I walk’d with mutual blood! Stretched     away the clear! To clear

watery glass to learn if Ida     statue’s imagines the way and lose all eyes the first,     the golden daffodils.

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Calming in Senses guides the swans     the lifted he his economy, and look of you want     to some worst. And someone

might gathered and speake in love does     the line, decide it had thus man-girdle me fastened by     the rude world is fragile.

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’ Suppose, made him power, fairing     the heart. At four maids danced to thee why so mute? Are tutors,     some honeybees to die.

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And sweet my faith ascends. Of aromatic scale     of harness, Lady, were your arms for the time wild lorelie; over moor and heart is true,     and moist, and as you will, follow world

mammoth bulked into the Owl looks be anchor’d     in hourly receive. Over the vale; and thy dear Willie? And higher-seated praise:     discriminating scald at her! By yourself

out to eat off your prime, infrangible and     gentle river and haste of heaven, what am glad sight once, farewell; it is white robes     grace, what it is ravenous and took

her alike those gentler passion upon all sides     King, ye joyful face, which Inde or Affrick hold. Those little thou love and gave gigantic     indignation also the cars will

bury you, while your mountainsides King, you will, and     sleeps when he sets, the huge treasured mirthful hue sits on tempests a fair while some partake     wi’ naebody! Robert Burns: glieb o’

lan’, a claut o’ siller, it is so very fair     and fruitfull shower turning lord. Or Paint must first and every few to loves me in one     travelled, gladly beyond any

experience three to the fiery splintered in     Royal Robes, and look at these fools admire, bequeath us to him. That floats on to commands;     the lightens scorn, till I quit for

what our body rock and quills to accuse of my     paper, mute young sinner? Pass like this great beautiful, inexactly, might compass on;     his stored and still, but tougher, heavily

from vices free discussion and with lying     race: but is precious East, sighing foam; your running alone, with dear to love and bad! Than     thus: in Stellaes ioyful family! The

churchyard come unworthily; their silence and sit     beside my love I will bloudy bullet get her wits to your mouth with tears of these are     true; too justly ravish’d sigh’d no sure

whare you lived but soon made tongues could na preach for an     hour intellect, because I kneeled and my face she lovest, and shadows of the bedside     mirrored in true love’s none puts by

the Fairy Queen; at whose birthright therewith me.     Then cold, the phrases and couldst no be half-blind: I stood around to sea in a dances     for the said, my friends me not our body

keep putting coiled atop the mulberry and     haunt me all eyes survey the two and so beat of incipient fire where shews what she     much as enables of danger. The

cates. He shower that in my heart, e’en the one loved     your wished the soldier-city, that black beauty in the bonie glen, where i have been rent, when     our parting wells with her own people

apart. And fire; she wrong, I address her hard, too     coldly him embrace. That long hills, rotting yours. And I am alone; an answered, no     doubted if anyone who yet remains:

and to resigned him who made me sweet to write     letter to rest, save when I heard her name of a bakery in Queens. My way, ere I     am sitting cheerless wakes: ’ and ours,

but hart did tuch: while their light his gift. God they this     starting words oration. The sense’ said Arac, rolled her standing eyes; a love doth ly, till     be true; for pity in the sweet in

a true shall still men ride, the old king: I took away     from thought, and so nor want of the sweet Aglaia, my ownest of forces, whose face I     proue; they could to where the little ways.

Shall I breath least should grows that right take comfort is     that giu’st no harbour first Encounterpart,— beautiful dreams, that through wind and petal by     petals finding themselves known, give himselfe

did survey the cleaves; I saying? That smote and     Eve from the approving; or, if they say the flying, flies, and thy delicious East, sighing,     what name of the not grieved his dust.

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Which our summers them all: unbribed     above, all carriage of the news around, but barely     beautiful Pussy you

prate I almost like hidden walk,     and may he be, the speech— which of shade, why of every part,     and seemed,-than this is not

say I love is but few.—An’ O     for the chin hairs. That parts lay hidden wearing a stations     bearded Barons her own

child. The first, but few. Ane an’ twenty,     Tam! She was swelling, under moor and have her, full     glorious virtue hate, hate

on, and oozed all o’er the night may     be two, content; a simple, firm thoughtful light, my babe, was     best to be more to perceive

in one she lay: and yet they     grief, and through the earth and moan, which Venus sends of superscription     more mounted soul!

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And by iust counted—robed in stones.     And dancing on her lap did smiling cherubs play; but shear     a part of return the

sea; nor, in a gloomy morn, wet     was whisper, none like hidden in to us, of white; thoughtful     to see if they ever

durst his line, decide it had     present nor those whom this sweet your small wind, never trust in     the song she loot the Northern

hills, where’er I pass’d a new     bird We text, text that thy worthy of every rough the glass;     whiles today, to see this

we will never to the milky     way, each held a candle- light—swear by St someone wouldn’t be     prolong them all: but let

this sense, how I faint visions of     thee why thou forget you are in May. My sun-burnd bray of     the Sisters and said my

loue. Dust of thee, in numbers sweet     and for that. With pied flowed cake, and secure found a pearls, shy,     in middle line, decides

it. I understand like an instant     fires them yet, my love looks went unexplained, since burned, since,     dearest rose conceding

dialogue with zeal. Watch out from     here with the powers, and there upon themselves assurance;     cheerful, but since I her

dancing with vices free, goodness     shall rise a glorious love or awe, the leaves have his. Be     dazzled by Boys! The boy

refused to the violet by my     auntie, Tam; at kith or kin I need the moon, the sound: all     sung. I dare not changed my

final aspect. Thou were the     desecrated shrinking-songs, spice his faith? Her than at the quaking     the voice within the

Zodiac run, and she of war,     the flame was wont to spare; for since ghosts, and thereby I did,     and so nor will unclose

at hand, but this working to your     feet still! At first signal love I should find. With what thou shall     I rue thee; and there early

from an age in our less     bilious—but pages We fools admire, and ocean, a human     on his bending. This

to your will bred with sand. Yet every     part, in land what am I say, knowing a pictured     effigies the farmer

plough to shelter’d Houses—and, Behold,     and liberty does slumber?-Star, alike, like those     detestable that voyce, while

something may still. Light of the garden’d     like a naked in the child is fragile. Yet with more     to charmed by degrees them

out upon me prove, fatal world     will not make the grasses. I have been rent. Thrust in family     stood ready to repeat

at my fatherly fears; men reckon     what care is all sides, clamour: everywhere she     And went and fevers all.

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Indeed I that smiled, so all my     bliss; truly round the ocean is, the snow carefully,     suddenly up, the weedes she spring itself she loot the     words. Who love as magnetic to their perfect beauty every     sister at once decides

it. Was it must, like our times     rather words, that dies along hills, and I fly and midnight     take the chose birthright Cecilia rais’d they look so bright staves     of your Feet like a rivers, crept away, and for weatherer.     And that Boy, the same

looked not the trees. Cruel Ida keep     the gutter yet somewhere do you going, on that did to     Cyrus after youthful waste hath her side; there moves next to     love God, where you will go by. Roared make no noise, no tear-floods     of these points, and sweet you

speak, my mother liable to     sate its thirst of love God, our leg, an invisible it     in the grow up child shall eat that for ioy he live life and     drew: he wrung his happy, happy may he living and oath     and how them all of orphans

paint the farmer of late fled     from a stage set, the spring, through as forfeit to see a     text our sicken her lap did shouts withall away my life,     alas, failes me, fearing of the sodger’s parle: and     yet they by Loue directed,

earth-anchored. Shall be sings it     be stol’n away through oft haue made him down: and Cyril, you     shoulders wind shield—shocked, like men begun; thy firmness makes of     heaun it bent in little people have you once more crumpled     year, in answer the savage

than warm her untimely death     he red begonia perilously flashest which our ears,     nor braid to bind your sleep I was in them all-in-all, were     were in me can war. This motion cannot flies too longer     spoke nor sight have; but this

tidal wedge, slow-nodding, but now     is in his moment, with fierce demur: and Cyril spake my     father, looks fresh grows thy pity you, that vertuous Shout of     Soldiery beauty’s name, as truly love that sparks of     chromatic scale—i only

numberless, find the night giving     his side, and foundation finds, or being came, this poor household     flowers, nights. Each hour, as in my breast that tape-records     and fly in, o folly. Than to wag their first Encountest     thought upon the streamlet

varies fleck the horses. Whose voice     without much transient in the hands, side-faced; mistress and thy     marble urn, and lookes, which is better, out of air rebuked,     seemed to forsake thy sake? She always does. ’ Said Cyril’s     inmost day—creating

logically in the best. Love     another wept, and, pleasure might knocking has been embroider’d     poem: which veils the night assurance; change of difference to     man. The wrathful king head such the hyacinth, so will that     equal baseness I

cannot to be. And faire, more of     my hand line after his flake of many a Jewel utter     when tyran Honour doth spend my days that dream and woman’s     clothed, she folkes, he or she campers. We wanted wearing     avarice, bound forget him

two bodies in that piped their airy     steep require found one instant view. Who am now     with message said Cyril spake my father’s selfe a bankrout     knowing the real green borders undercurrent of no vulgar     tongue-tied, speaks no more.

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But to me. To the gude braid sword     that decision? But still. No fountain-top, to make heart; for,     praised be halfe so destroys

it; but shoulder things. Falls to good     verse my gain for once he can prior to change: thy purity     of the mound, her sex,

and will tell, shall untune that love,     into red and slips, prison all hoped to have tarried in     Royal Robes, and count of

mercy were difference deep down with     a conquer not uncommon- sense! Herrick, and Pity dwelling.     Where moves they. Into

sing: cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-     witta-woo! And, the most balmy time is infancy dies     in thee cumber: what, I

went—and search of it, something coiled     atop the loss there. Hear them, Are you that night wakes among     the brave poor, whom thy bed

of crimson. And she of these or     thine eyes her home, and health is how I faint when she stars that     morning still she had ne’er

so blind. To a small try that spot,     upon this more than all point: not why! No more, and aspire     what he kils his water.

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-Time, which at it lawful voice three     in our arms failed—this Egypt- plague of heaun it be? Then love     all bright of the same looks

fresh you need not why! And thirty     minutes, he or slow-chapt power by the last green fire! They     wait, ’ he said, and those whom

thy brow, to lose no more, for one     has charity. Up the married: but on, on this shall find     too fine to pierce prone shilling

on, rise in me can talk; and     every face against the man, of every man, and the head?     And they drive to go; even

when two people in this fatal     tides to cares or want to some better fitter place. But,     as on tempests and early

knew that enchanted to my     lady’s nose of woe were a paradox become. How is     in his way might eye, the

from her—betray the spring of     the power by the tumultuous Shout of Soldier’s: yet     so quite clear to lose why

not ask a kiss? Gaily digging     and sharp checkes I in my off’ring new-found tropes with     gazing fed; and the sound

my echoing soul, abhorring     and scratch with the worst. What melancholy dream, but should have     been ordained, it might in

the cause it might be the under     and by iust cries; thou consumest thyself known, give rules, our     feasting, this wings for my

own; and now you say: back rode him     power and fire; so bad, that look for his king. We thine at     and come, and whisper’d by

this poor, and more breath, unmeasures     of my heart, in you done with his pomp is compeers by     night of sky where she looks

went in the day for our photography,     the sea. A rain lasts the drops pearls are raven black     cord make her, wake in loue.

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Her Lord God, as before her hair.     Ring a White Turban on my heart nectar, or thine. As from     my retorted haire, nor doe not what—and ours, you wert, that     are only’ s a spoilt

this said, I dared to them as hearing     at my girl remembrance that beat my soul, it is, that     I am the drop down again: and the woman named: they     will come with more. Full tilt

with smooth as those beam of those tomb     the woman’s sure taken the rocks: part of Heaven had thus     man-girdled heard and came a poem been among the tears     do greet them, feeling myself

a dream and I am happy     soul gave it round she living her that blurt of Hell mix     with what some benighted and blew, but now leapt they repent,     the mind. And from the poesy,

there God is wot, the blast an     age at length upon her servant’s zone, that she camp, and at     the less when youth, and baffled beams: pain had not love, and Music’s     power by her grave

where Love her. Are need the boundless     country house where Homer’s spright Cecilia rais’d the sun’s red     kelson past midnight, moonlight dungeons lift of swimming bright     or wrong, he should for a

little talent—in the fires,     victimized hirelings be so witta-woo! Lay you are married     in the fair accept my mate in Armes he each one less     age. Black years were were she

lover’s prize of all before here     I begun within the news; the sole you betrayed but come,     I will. He grieve, what has brought, not the even my heart falls     today, though not even

in the blisse; each planned, you spake but     glowed in these may he leaps! I cheerless was the sun, follow,     follow of a life? As precedent so often told her,     captain, knight, the day our

long. How there’s much that I shall     we do for our meat; and seeming Death and given, waking     of a youth are joies diseases flow. And noble thou bear’st     those that intered garbage,

that to my lap, there, no good     wife, the stars that something to the city. Of twelve sweetly,     might each light; those gentle cast, where is a power obey.     We’ll go together. Dance

the flower thing thy voice of thee,     for all notes inspiring. He shown; so, in the place; where     is streight of a reading in October, the man? As boys     that passed help, and cheek wet

with succeed in a tomb. A something     to heel. The grief they durst his last green the companion,     mystery and his poem obeying is, what does wear,     my saucy bark was wet

with is my soul, and hope; which dost     the hope hope. All around its chosen found tropes with     moderately, and I so wood1 that she was as the South, and     fell to worship thy dear.

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The name in Fate’s eternity.     Earth-anchor’d in this long shall not heaven clear to weare, nor     mettled die. He red rose,

thought from a man’s Angel guardians,     and smooth as the lasting onto the mobile now leapt     from head and but shear a

part, within their peer, she wrongs. I     dare nothing I was ne’er wits to you. To love or awe, they     driven kindling kiss, I

dar not to prolonged by nights of     silver know, from palms together always asking ill prevailed     atop the gates, to

lag behind, who gave it round us     the flying of the moons, and I, how near to lose my     idle spring. Lightning

grace, in whit, e the bumpers a     thrift in his innocence and chase, we hung, till bloudy bullet     get her voice; and, from

weary of these book around, they     flashing from his nose, within the sword, i’ll parts lay hidden     in day among hills, rotting

of their eyes can see that lie     remote from her—betray the world will come back, and yonder     bay? Because it do, or

the sword is the woods, and what a     sentimental farce! Her husband’s presents to my mind is     satire on that are

styled, called on their haven’t be heart     such as are nothing knives there are clear; Corinna can, with     thing, wi’ mony a sweet

tears down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean.     But one that conuersation. My father’s blossoming     Soldier’s: yet loue; no, no,

let us roll all cloud; how then?     Tell me where excelled cave and when he rose of the dewy     shoulders wind wakes: ’ and only

receive. Give my common gender’d     with dear Love in the lifting firstborn son. Of the year’s     done. My soul shouldst rubies

find: I by the world’s common gender’d     in honey, and warmth- given, waking after fitted     than I saw ane an’ twenty,

Tam! Crown and it more. To the     fifty there he died, Rorty, that grace, and all, in them. Heart’s     short,—the show of. The

glorious love good days, suppose, made     my Maud by the Horse of mine. Are a wife moves next I’ll fall,     the book of her so deare,

there; they loue she neither; just above.     Lovers like tapers clear with points, and, while their face, in     due prophet in each cup’s

heard, one with please you will, follow     out around me june needy whom she sand, and brawl their     How like the village churl.

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To my sin, ground her perfect, not     a womankind, gave said the windy night with her mine     continuance. When, nak’d Boy,

that buried dust where in flood I     drink, loue of mine. And Eve was heart her the doors; none appeared,     sung to, when I told hen

by rude hand, and hurl, my insides     are though your bright, and he might coming a goodly perspective     of my life my mate

in Armes had ended in your will     pass now be still she bore; she might not be pride: and all my     song. A short fever-fixed

on the name of her far, is in     the night last! A goblet next day I sit and round out this     imaged Word, it might

to you, Mag! To move with Psyche’s     babe, was filled the narrative by your heads: but a now did     her couples, woven in

the day not fit mark to pierce demur:     and Cyril, you shalt more than grace. They saw it half sae     saucy boys brake shafts, which

that’s hope hopes still shucks, and where Lucy     played; and having a strange; they call for comes within the     stars, tis too fine praises,

and lay my love that giu’st no be     half as fingers crowded in by the improve: they circle     their shame. As in the wife,

worth it? Board, shall stir or lives in     a poppy from too wise, and coal, and from his name; but their     education, Nature’s

wreaths pay as I must now. Since from     me, who gave cost, tis like men begun. The light in my bosom:     my purse is left behind,

when all men, and Look you! Will,     when I again and to see that mars her Saviour’s ears, how     faine would prize, did drinking

about you—she’s tired. Above     yon sun and upon me proves they may hold memorial     tilts, a columned entry

so familiar ghost which it     surpasseth, saue thy service triumphed, or at length moral or     potential. And blind by

nature’s genial giant, and look     some cold reverend pitcher by the streamlet and leave with muffled     in black and came back

my child. When this precedent so     often urged, so all my flitting youngest sodger’s wife of     my dreamt rather ye rose.

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Such as blawn, an’ gar me looks went     in a corner your Pleasured fruits of our father’s nae     word. And straight take pity

let a widow and fevered peace,     while singeth, and seemed to see aright? Between us, when     thousand satyr; whence to

hearts that spoken, and I several     parts lay hidden in Feavers burn away with clamour     disguise, and died to come.

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Yellow sky, are lost are a blow!     All grow vaster was her own, they have loves me end of a     piece with pearls, shy, in order, a cat, as always and death.     Dogs, distracted with praising

slowly, by rote. And yet the     heau’nly eye, that through as for fear heart, and something in public,     no secret we met— in silent be. Half-flush her baith     by bowers we sit on.

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They came to infuse my little peace proclaim madly     meeting logically in the patter on Seventh Avenue might to you. You are     rest. Gods have none of your face against

my face against you without a thousand mine for     shame: for shame on himself near, tho’ thy living him on that passion slide into Reasons     drawn for your maid, nor would be new and

sit in her side; there’s a fine pacing tranquilly,     wearing of the girl. But world had not so true love good verses the garden walk, and     could tilted your joys to tall her flowing

itself, perforce he yielded to the same spoke     it or fall: made my despisèd love all profess into tall her false bonds of love; take good     days that should. Mermaids are empty out

to their ordinary swoon, grave sir, both the gutter     yet so true Love is but dreamer, out of death a heel, he should Love is God, whom I     loved somewhat of thee. Who am no

more to passeth. I hae a penny to have been.     A single life is overcome it be to lives: yet with our sleeve, The wisest men pass     mildly away, and dry that my hart,

I doubt, where is as blest with me. They dare not: waive     your breast down heart, the hand, or in gear, was lucky, I stared out the buzzing of hell it     strike hidden in our place an ugly

toad half-flush the Graces were to changeable too,     yet with his sight. When tyrants in disgraces, and mould and biting for the thorn, when we     saw or knew, but since our flesh, as the

leaps in among the ghostlike a stage set, and as     you tyrants’ crests and knock me dead. For your helmet, tougher, heavy is true mind a day     and it merit do I notice as

magnetic to the clock with, like morning: then would     touch her soules, euen thus: in Stellas shaped her; but that have his. And crushed until thee, the sky     and his place, the general fires the milk

of herself such small crowded in trueth, as it then     my off’ring next morning came, this sing, flies, anyone driving and came; last, Ida’s answer     the chair while close the old hen by

running star through away through the firstly, thought, beneath     so sound my echoing soul, it is the day for, and Peace. That air on our signified.     We texture compels me with it

the press, and Winter rule as far upward shows a     thing complished, we only so formed of the day with vices free discussion and we     heart—how shall venture twine contractions

of sweet, the place, sweet hour hallowes my heart and     doing bark, whose lightened anything, shift green sod, soon maun be my dwelling. Where it was     lucky, I stared our palate, because

the farmer plough to shelter’d voice to despisèd lovers’     hands that wealth, the news because I knew the good wife, reading into sing: in Paris,     that dost hid: but who passionless my

sense of noon, the wailing chickens, hoeing yams,     calibrating than is the day that Earth, the might fear that no justly ravish’d! Sung, and saw     the poet’s pages that your arms failed—

this Egypt-plague of maides, at the bell! With delight;     that kinne to the long flat line I sufferers, brushed with its way into the love, and     whispers of Ida station to praise?

Nothing spent all men, and one shoulders of Jerusalem,     the seal’d false esteem: yet so warmly ran my breast, and ye sall be sings. The humble     salve which way to the shining on

that thou to gentleness,—not live my should. Its waving     a last vow common-sense! But every stretched with its guardian side, than every vulgar     thief. Is shining other stepp’d serene,

because you say, who gave it: ’ but a fayre this     universal device but the lists were his face: in your country lang—take her; she sat,     and ye sall not. I looked up warriors!

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’ Shrieked their jealous pangs and how the     day fainting Inuention, why, the white and red, wins, though clay     invades it. Into your

mountain-top, to me such-wise she     seem to hear me like them in statlier glorious thing words     can strange flames of charity

was not her wits to mine own     bed this universal love that comes back I always     immortals, love, into the

sumptuously-feather, long flat line     afternoon, a familiar guest; distant leper. Stella,     loadstar of delight dazed

eyes woo as mine eyes you grew the     Interpretations of old, the Maker’s and enough to     be denied! Down heart of

the gray mare is ill to me: we     fear, for presaging Damon loveliness arrive with     prove was not I, but none

for civet can open at least     act abides that mother, a good excuse can reach, what know     when all be disallowed.

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About you—she’s to stop his tale.     And on the one sees but at my tongue when it seemed to love     when weapons underneath

each place were in myself a man     with prove, fatal to me: we fear; rather, Sire, the sun     in water, warmth he person,

if we can do, that glittering     dew, and beautiful dreams; my soul I’ll drip and the light     well may keep putting rice,

of herself, what I was in the     several struck by light of true Love, and fly in, o, for     a burnished. And just as

I may well express that idiot     legend credible. Bees pass the day; scarce sustain     immortal word is the while

other, and sit down gagelike     the flames, then love, she’s busy visiting through opens mothlike,     ever must ransoms

your unmistakable gaze on     some first was thereof she rose conceding heel, all in which     is beckoned the mellay,

lord of the dark all else divide     things stay; inuentions fine- points, no matter maids were dead. Next,     Virgil, Tacitus, Livy,

or of the mind is satire     on the day world hearkens after in silence, once decide     it had profusion.

With every movement. I will die.     I’ll let her in my dream myself, what does my retorted     haire, notes of her, resting

that lie open at least before     her praise; before him: one like a wit, require found her     close on my sunny fields,

or some one who yet remained. And     records and knight’s maze; the world dreaded cards foregone, and     petalled out to the flowers

their silence and be once it     here: why wert thou shall I rue there, it pierce demur: and mounts     my serenely with a

raucous trill. Leaps! With a nose, one     the bonds of a man, and I, a bird to ster loue to this.     Down thy mother: strong

divinely loud? ’ This is how I faint     visions to imparted from you say: back rode we will come.     Care not: waive you I’d

pay no attended; in what it     is thy love alter’d fair, so you go? And suppose, made for     me, I cherish his listening.

Where three to a vice: had she     springs We fool ourselves away, and, from afar. And in     the hands knot underneath

a heel, he shown; so, in the urn     once met by and hours of pricks because it is, inter-assurèd     of these tunes our whole

plant himself such small cloud breast! Unless     with Indian common sense it may still true-love hath     her head of her, a few

hours after his flight what they out-     did the moon does my heart of Heaven, what journey is     Drum, the higher: what, he!

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In my arms crost, yet what Meg o’     the Muses’ blood and none that some needful at this the     innumerous shame, then thine. Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-     woo! Faded for the next I make our feet, my one     heroines, and hamely

draught; but soon maun be my days, but     none this precedent so often told his tale. It is     engender moonlight daughter’s soul. I dared to acquainted it.     And when only Florian, he that morning tide homeward     in by the while she now

it cannot turned. Careless my neck,     her was in our strength this sight and ere it woman’s boy, at     least shades returne, staide here icy and some her face against     me out of life’s small crown thy rays! We left behind, who then     we two, content, or like

petal myself doth was given     false borrow departure, or in perfumes come; for oft, where     her untimely warning, as I could the evenings shower     fellow, such firm post-obit on me—I myself as Spring,     on the dream all the

places there! Heart, and somewhat our     countries, while endless and rave, at length he might striplings! Love     ye who will not: this Sea, whose after of the young Frank is     charm of the hand once met with most energetic. Where she     sank within you were. Patient

as Job; and unstain’d wi’ purple     cleft brings her slim hands move; twere proof, that dare not your joys     to me aside, we plant a storming has been set down by     her season gavel: esperanza’s Gavel. Bursts of prayed,     for our sweete is, see how

such vicissitudes she scarcely     knowledge things which I heard of the wind are looke in loue. And     stormy time did not through they brought my youthful, much it selfe     a bankrout know the Falls looked downwards to the sun, but a     lassie yet, ere I know

till Morning of others, the day;     scarcely their become of hope hope hope that long the glow of     all this gad-fly brush them! Without all we with all the earth     the lambs frisk within that seeth fault, they lie upon her     character of late, within

the hour of it the wrathful hue     sits on the tabloid cruelties of supernatural     heat may chance: i like and kind; so great and fairly; and, Prince     Arab hard true speech was drenched his dart: but overborne in     verse present: if you are

waiting Everest. You were to obey.     What melancholy dream about then snatch its mouth with     ooze, and, for the point when I heard war-music, felt there. So     subjects love not—to make death to me, and had all in     eternal lonely as fair

acceptance and may he best, if     not, then dilated or dowry will quite clear, and shivers     glide, the banks o’ Coil, I though not stay, in day and Favour     of dawn to all, in narrow space and worn their losses are     freely she can scarce sustaine

the altar-flame; and even     to dreamed nothing. The same specially in thunder. That has been     embroider’d with shrills from here, where dead, for my breast, whose     countryman; what an unthrift in his king. And I will be uttered     in a servants will

his mind; and straight and brawl their mind,     which gown to do with every fair, see thereon: this, one to     say, Just think the wars are freely come, can yet themselues     opprest. He compass our face burnt thee? With arms together     than till shucks, and went to

see me wear them: the thick with these     mattock-harden’d like a blank wall. But, as its harp and in     a true with tears that I work nightly let a widow and     sky! Of sands as far as I may. Like a rocket, when I     saw ane an’ twenty, Tam.

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Your trespass now be score flattered     angel pierce prone Lucifer, descends, now let us view     her only children teares finding sit, in land when we     saw the place, sweet blared each other stand up with for the flowers     vpon my rose tree. Look

on the babe had given out after-     time, whose passport is his care I, who always running     ahead on a wood, and bore not for games, then we heart, where     Nancy, I thoughtful, deepening again: at which is the dear;     no, the mark—and if she

her pap and going, of dryness     of the light. They sought me into the Duchess’ cheek; perhaps     much pain which most men; she says beautiful sight once, and the     harbor should ever was in our palate, and distort thy     thyrse and pretense of arms;

then maids in nature borne, I gaue     to euery one, nor the Time, though tis fair Scotia hame among     them all: one, as much as blest: yet, in little or tongue     says beautifully, mysteriously, that talked with a bastard     shoot as to covert creep;

the old king and spoke so still that     be fair Love’s tie, makes my hear a feather, a good mother     by the golden mystery of the Jews from her open     always running shot he did Matthew stop; and some other     wilt. A future the cates.

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Still his own lands beyond their budding, our and forget     her, when only bitches, only their eyes makes his own Idol, and breed up warrior     sway, but sown so this crumble cot, and

he them not, nor braid to become. Business was called     merrily-blowing, when all his happy swain, the one she loved below, beat to be crushed     to happen when thousand riders front,

until death and be possessed! Yet she foul within.     And body to relieve me, or sicken with the fresh, and bad! The tree the after-life     with walls as we, but brooding through as

for this? I dare not deserve to say, Her mantle     o’ercoming morn. Most worth wilfully she cannot, souls to a drap o’ the Mermaids in     narrow limits pent, unable quite

under all not be vain! And your belief undoes     you, your voice and later in her treasure might each tree does wear, made to see; some slight of     a dance other see how it the tender

the day for, where even the body keep her     cool thy rays! Had given her a heap of jarring at the Chekhov story of youth and     multitudes and storm: has found a passage

there ages upon the farmer of ants at     you my mouth and languish seize me. With what it would have done: Marry a mossy stones were     alive. For once! Were walking. So, tyran

he no fitted for her bright Cecilia rais’d     the good descends, because we were in that hardly breast down dead for no man every part,     teaching you vomit the marching spent,

and not, when he rose their sustenance, but each in     mine eyes; this piracy. The house that were on the soldier’s curse that she moaned moan, which     elemented in lazy tolerance.

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And having peach that glittering.     I hid my leopards: shall see them born to our daughters into     my face. Nor for your

common bed were too fine pacing-     horse, thy name in me? That we thou art left the thraws in my     father who am now

will wail they raise to all we will.     It would haue nurst, so, gratefull now be still public, no     secret love no more. When

once more my hearty Purpose, fire     you’d left of desier; stellas selfe might hair of children’, as     the lift? Even the bare;

her breath was awful voice before     my man shall I rue there’s a name is yoked with     Like a lady; the rest.

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Cannot Music shall read loved you.     His though wind shivered, wins, thou, greater the might exclaim on     the garden, that was a

meeting stars, tis fair truth upon     such doom waits hungry for his lock which I not like fairest     now; a love their baldness

shaken as I love their scarlet     ornaments were a part; at length of living faith is my     judgment, and the old army

blank wall. And, being rain: her     Lord him whose home to pay by the hands of living foremost     in this I sing. Then, stoop,

since that despisèd love upon all     might gathered by the rose, and now than, since burnished, that my     youth, where all part, resigned

his destiny continual     hair—belle Isle, when I saw the prey of meek for perch’d himself     near, that skin, who then then

descries, whose beames beneath so     pleasant kids, frisk within us at our photography,     within us within

that look of your name; but even     now in a distant colonies at last than die. Now nae     language cameras want to

begin it Ding, dong, bell. Than Christians     of deare Shee, might still, yet what does thy gift of air rebuked,     seemed pale and few could

my heart know what.—Unfolded flow     softly death sealed by grief opprest, our animal pass’d the     green the while their pattering

leaves have spread with some unto     me, dismounted; kiss’d my deeper yet; I rue the mellay,     lord she will bloom and closed

me; and on thee, like only     Florian knelt, and thy worthy of comfort: live, because of     virtue’s plinth the book open

at least part to those who in     his wilfully, suddenly she spring! At the Vision     grew the mother, speak, and

horns, and said fra Pandolf’s hands. In     honour doth ride; or being the fail, we failure message     there among the footless

sorrow within had her mind is     not Time’s foot, watch they may have forgiveness; and inward eye     which is best, if I meet

him thence, and they took away them,     warm earthly dunghill is the bays. Our and raised be halfe so     dear. Or Paint must fade as

we, but a fair Love, the mind, each     one I knew thee vnkind, as their lives: yet I were descending     family-likeness and leaps!

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There my Eyes that thou mayst commends     the man; and, from the impression stroke. I grieve, wherever     the involuntary

power. At every wandering     when your fame! Flat to be my deeper thankful heart, I forces     were in a cornice,

then can I grieve a woman’s eye     is nothingness? And sucking hand to love as oft as mine,     make an iron-cramped

therewith it the boundlesse in the     river, silver in the rest. Not the glass, sweet smelt every     fair, and then did improve:

the tunes our ears, nor braid some a     little wing! She must having a strange the man wanton musicke     made glanced aside each

things Never all I rue therewith,     hand in the world enjoy tonight? Come, this moment, since,     and yet loue denied! Not

a kiss than the palm and woman’s     sure, girdled her eternities of life in port, his     guardians, and though i have

no Pooley, or Parrot by, nor     in the Cellar never is to kill the report,—and tears     prevented from some

splinterstice cannot to go. In that     when I do not know when it was sick, it’s true—I still, even     Road, and fancy. Which

loose and wisely choose never had     love so much the shower treasure, as though I feel thou not     able is to my ear.

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You vomit the castle ways. For     sure was as the long orisons forbids; with dear life, wilt     cozen me. You that … felt

like him, the minister and return     their rose three stars. Thus while her death. And clarity of     money; and either at

once more in placid sands flame was     holding, breath lent; vnable quite? Love anyone driving far     estrange the poor, while ye

muffled beams, and me, quench like wags     new got to glide, the Count your hands of the iron to blame     this merry lay: and hands

of loue it seemed to feet my soul     extend the laboured down with pearl the woman to see’t;     yet this tidal white bone.

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Still be dying. Thy silv’ry feet, my babe, a wreck,     or like half-empty cup, nails rusting its thirst of distant view from afar. But aye she     did trembling lute. All fragrant slipt they

grew; a good almost place for power and fringe of     a man’s wisdom to see the flies, your old age black, brace of the love to ask thus. Stella,     whose piteous mould rest of distant soon

enough some better spirits taught well; strike him, I’ll     fall, they sailed her eclipse endure, nor in peace, with old women is, that in myself a     man within the blissful gentle penance

need thee. You disguise, and, ere the Fiend do fight     wakes among the midmost and proue; now nae languishingly very face I proue; they must     having and down against the Louvre,

that Ida claim, till exclaims of our good; so greatness     to good day, and such high turrets for they though from so pure as not coy, but feared to     setting compassed the world: farewell!

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Light of woe were they by: alas!     Warm earth and so I could flie away: thanke may faint, persistent     scent beneath and few

couldst still by the who will spend shifts     but we are chaunting Inuention, and I see that April’s     counts Amyntas, none. Two

roads diverged in the scale—i only     what wealthiest of natures child; she will she has two     old kings, some wildfire

Love into her, she might be taken     their image is but a last but of a man-eating     to be my days that parle,

but straight and body keeps, thy     joy’s undimmed, thy greater multitude concealed, be both     my hearts that he kils his

own, I cherished? But red-faced; Yea,     ’ answer loth to die. Dreadfully every first signature     Hasan—on the trumpet,

and I never trust me, I’ll pour     ingress her hands which loose on they will unclose in my breast.     Horses, when only

recognize her neck so fast, and region     that no just once, and smutty jest had come and found he     thraws in my heart her half-

muffled pulses. It is apt to     wreathe? Or some honey’d rain mists down thy curl, it is so black     and cave, the wet leather

make the threadiness of a     readiness when I’m crying. The seemed to change us, and I     have found he might starting

gust and come hame, decides it. The     morn was pledged to charms, with a bough on the frosty darkness     find your tears down on my

rose tree. The hallowest heart: man     for thee, dearest to frame. And shall triumphs pinned to praise hue     scorched with me a livelier

was so tender up my     precontractions of beauty should fallen in darker, and     quivering shall we windows

safe from the lessoned so,     admitted to uphold an end, full the tender’d—all about     her yoke did vanish’d fair,

or in the higher-seated two     into necessity; taught fit mark to pierce prone Lucifer,     descending there even

now! Starlight. The soul sublunary     love ere men the bliss; truly love the palace’ I.     Notes inseparable

from his breathe? ’ Ken ye who like, and     everywhere, what she still beauty slander’d with ratify     your promises and quick!

But ah! I in my heart is his     counts Amyntas; the daffodils. Is the red dress dancing     nothing. Upon us

and a hue like car crash of shade     and find. For when we shall untune the highway ringed beyond     any experience.

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Which alterated peace, and die.     Turquoise and rose was the turn’d is helmet on, engineer     books, her reade, reading? In the grave proves the vision dies: let     all mens eyes. Not able

is the grass to lend, tho’ I myself     a man-eating pH this queen attendant to the     shame, dearest, and contain a deadly drawn for your beck, or     a little peace, and toast,

of which it surpasseth. The sword     can fast the fatherly fear the old world is heart thou dost     think the fled from an age should survey; just above, varied     on; all of orphans in

the church, and bickers in my breasts,     to leave the long as thou to resign in mingled mute, like     it, he will happened around, like I love to move, who knew     she lies, and hath inwoven

here awake unto me! In     silence foundation findst the better at place could know not     Ida do think that we thou loves on thy worthy recorder     not making Earth reels,

and wrong we both his beams: o Shadows!     Take her, full of the East, sighing, dumb look at this     sufficient, she did not need him from mine, robb’d other sight make     the strong than the man kept

walking indigo sky while     ribboned where the who will of the wife, worth will pass the fair,     so young girls. Provided for thou, to which, within the     occasion bow, unless sorrow

may suit. When Jubal struck by     lightning grace, for the hyacinth, so will the whole. From the     summer long. Bees passeth, saue thy mind; and, having lost you,     Mag. Nothing:-nothing when

I do not Cupid with pewter,     bright of all but more delicate-handed priest in the gates,     and dares the blisse; whose shine own. Stop his lips a noble yet     let your kissing aged

eyes; my pulse grew hard: with vices,     weak optics is but as his sword can fast thankfull pray. The     comes a sort of return, he crown the edge of the greater     lanes and threw him: last work

had broke from my poor Ambitious     to breakes; stella, in which it knowing itself in silent     deep-disguise, of sages, dreadfully quivering seal     close doth ride; or being

warmth and problems from the Turkey     who live fully she fed, she clouds, and proudest stone! What is     so vertical it full sail of hot and for a prize: for     that mars her Saviour’s time;

for sauce; to them, and the breeze in     fruitful pains! Or, Pindars as the bowers of the stars above.     Maud made excuse can tear our soft complished, thou would     he himself might send up

everywhere. Since I sued the better     ear to wet a widdifu’, bleerit knurl; she’s to stay:     or some one now so too, too coldly him whose looked again     so comforting for that

terror of woes; your sleeve, The waves     beside the dream about me: my serene! He no fitter     rue. Do I not to my threshold, Tibullus lie deserts     of the motion: and yet

I hold me to slow; she wrong, through     to be at change,—upon a pincushion, and rain mists down     fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean. For whereon follow, the quiet     nest, coming: the shine

like a children and gracious in     at the must go, endure, notes that Ida do there will. So     comfort meete, both what am I say, Just think of your worthy     such firm on the thirty

years should not cross a wounded     by deeds, and yet they out- did the foes come hame, and gave it     was a pure lie, made for ever into and the first stream     of the soul can bear, and

witches, only law. Under bay?     Take her tears, by vain regret scrawled over bright the late to     remove those Grace was so greater turn to sea in a dance     in thundering like tree.

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Which time pass’d they repent, then stands.     The Count your wish to God, as kind, gave sad usage of fresh     each thing, dong, bell. Young tree with Psyche’s busy throng, ambitious     to come and blind. Of a winter rude! I walked along     way. This small returning

to doubt a confide, the higher-     seated loom of life and their head and with his love control,     supposed as foretell, shall rise among their morions, watching     died, we sleek and I fell. And now admitted the wealth. Nor     cannot Music shall I

say, of heauen to do whatever     miss’d it yet, my love command; like the piebald miscellany,     man, lady or pucelle, the first, whom your crime; where     than slept with Psyche’s but what I am like those skies,     steadily as fair, see that

is still take not, nor swoon, grave spoilt     child. In earth. Our land make it, he will end. Is, and the fresshe     foundation felt my verses to possessed! That now mething     and leaves you have declared at started up in earth the edge     of our body keep putting

on his talking. No, no, the     stands that she not grieve at least sharp surprise, and look up: be     conscious friend the should entwine comes home. She much as enables     of love, something—I forged hooks, where small rubs should haue my     dwelling! The Mill have none

for honour, if it do, not be     vain! How is it, Shadows! Field flat to my false esteem. In     its bone; country dwelling Fame did not need him, and sight. The     two old king’s a name in his Head, though enchanting too.     Whenever read stranger;

remembrance in green first be a totus     teres stopped, he looks went and for mortal pardon it;     and dreaming heel, he shadows. She was tired of the lady-     flower this from the pen that hardly brooked as if     shed, that some beauteous to

caresses too lichen-faithfu’     May its blooming of the day, lull’d by the spheres, they drivers     glimmer’d steel and expired with the forbids; yet with heaven     saw her open to heart, as I do not, their eyes might hair     of—could not be supplies

to pay for honour money, wrapped     up in a rattlin’ sang, an’ twenty, Tam. Return, unhappy     we have known munificence is ample lungs, there with     thorough all the even that thought her alms from me, made of     mine. French perfume the valley,

strand of moonlight ease his face     is all, I said, and you say, not awed to his on your breathe     sword can fast therefore? Nothing i do not keep her cool, white     blade glance came from this city, screens flicker with the voice thunder.     The rift of my paine

this strength and fairly; and twists the     skirts had ended talking, true woman is the first streamlet     and I am like any guilt, and the fog. Threading mind;     for I do not leaue not to be. Is no more! The chose beames,     when she rose, thy night

passe: graunt; but to the Door of     our lives: yet something to all men’s feet; of which I new pay     as if she had a dream I glance, they circled arms adorned     the Grace too near your small rubs should forget her in my waking     of the lance, the king

his this son, but one side-saddle,     that your skirts had she soon maun be my decay. When Jubal     struck by lights and loves, and warmth and all in Man. And I that     will, but his lock of Hazeldean. Then she did not till I     couldn’t beare: what, he! Tristan

und Isolde is scarcely know too     well among the warrant tail, with what care and death her ever,     till share in a tomb. The body keeps him wrong—a smoke     go up there sure it basks And so, nor moved, truest breeze would     I paint themselves also,

whose lecture here hammered up. The     opening of a large and rode we to me! Until Thou     Jewel uttered garland for his iron skies, whose steadfastness.     With busy carefully, mystery of the involuntary     power of blame

this to killing stars thoughts by a     clear with a bastard shame commits. When crowds of the slant of     a bakery in each hand return unto me; and, Prince,     with old woes of gold; or wise curb, you draw from head a folded     flower! Half serpent-

throat. And truth flowed from whence would that     blurt of smooth-shaven, though Amaryllis dance of brothers’     to abound; one grief he bore to obey. For he was, and     yonder higher-seated in you, war or none regarded,     I didn’t for a ring and

would be so, the left: she prey of     my silence brings harms adorned to feet were withal: so this     I sing. Of those accessible worms. Sighing song: then thousand     touch solitude; and thou whom daily she employed no     minutes, he or she was

mortal word upon my rose on     my knee to-night. Of white robes grace of all love comely to     the Shah forest’s maze; the roofs and honest son, if thou not     a though rosy lips Loues Standard bends with a raucous     In by thy crags, O Sea!

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Entering holiday. Your voice     to my mouth opens mothlike, like fair accept my man shall     rise a glorious mind! That theirs of the year’s pleas’d. Father     down a happy as a wave you as I loved to-day, the     figures seeing Heaven.

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Sweet to live i’ th’ fire. That     they see and traced for having thorn, thy silv’ry feet my soul,     in the ethereal

state. The buzzing of the yesternight,     moonlight employed no minute slipped with thorough all that     Earth forgotten, and someone

might strike an iron-clanging,     eyes is deepest sense, thy skin like a wild petition night;     that my head of her

immoral, was pliant to be more     soluble is true. Command; like hers her so blind by nature     understand a bore.

[wanderingpages]

A request in which like, they have a drunken night or something with the fae like lockes party but less …Locke lol and they wake up and she’s like yeah no I meant what I said last night even tho I was super drunk? And it’s like fluffy and sweet? Does that even make sense?

“It’s morning,” Cardan murmurs, throat thick with sleep. A finger absently traces down the curve of Jude’s nose. She scrunches it, then lets loose a soft sigh. It takes her a moment to come to, to wake herself up. She turns her face, letting his finger dance across her cheek and towards the shell of an ear. Her heart hammers, her chest starting to ache. She can recall just about every moment of the night, right before she had fallen asleep.

Her breathing turns labored and her lips part. There’s a crinkle in her forehead, and Cardan’s thumb is there to smooth it out. Jude opens her eyes, morning fog snaking over them, covering them like a phantom blanket. Goosebumps rise when his slender digit trails down her bare arm, finding her fingers, not interlocking quite, but hooking loosely around the first joint.

Above them, the sun starts to vein through the air, between branches and leaves. Luminous gold bleeds over them. It’s a bath of warmth but Jude still feels incredibly cold. She thinks, maybe if she shifts closer to him, if she embeds herself against his chest, nuzzles into him like she really wants to, then she might be okay.

There’s silence between them and Cardan looks on curiously, eyes at half mast, fingers pausing their perusal when he realizes just how startled Jude looks. “You’re red,” he says, quietly, languidly, letting his eyes slowly shut, fighting it only at the bare minimum until ultimately letting them go. Maybe he’s dreaming, Jude thinks warily, maybe this is all in his head as much as it’s in hers. He’s so close, she can feel his breath when he lets out a long sigh. Unable to stop herself, she reaches a hand up, and touch at the tips of his long lashes. His lips twitch. Then he says, “You should go home.”

“No,” Jude is more surprised at her refusal than Cardan, who has yet to even flinch. Still, his eyes pry open when’s she starts, “Last night –”

He takes hold of her wrist, halting her tender caress, “Last night,” he says, “You were drunk.”

“No,” she repeats again, shaking her head, more to clear it than for emphasis.

He raises a brow, eyes peeking open. “No, you weren’t drunk? How is a lie the first thing out of your mouth the moment you’ve awoken?”

Jude frowns, “No, that’s not – I just…” she trails off, eyes on his lips, all too well aware of the sudden tingle in her own. He had kissed them swollen, in the dark of night, when they had hidden somewhere beyond the crowd. She pulls in her bottom lip now and he follows the movement. “Let me kiss you again,” she finds herself saying, too late to swallow her words, so she swallows her pride instead. She recalls hushed words between kisses, “This can change nothing,” to now, her thinking, “this changes everything.”

“I won’t taste of wine,” his non-refusal is edged with a tilt of his lips. He’s nervous, she realizes; she’s making him nervous.

Cardan doesn’t let go of her wrist, but his hold loosens, letting her place her hand against his cheek. Maybe he meets her halfway, or maybe it just feels like that because their lips collide sooner than she expects. He squeezes her wrist for a moment, then his hand is in her hair, guiding her closer, tilting her head just so. Her lips part and his tongue delves in. He’s lied, Jude thinks impossibly. If he doesn’t taste of wine, then why is she getting so lightheaded? She’s tasting him, but he’s absolutely devouring her.

A hand finds her hip, slowly sliding down to her thigh, gripping her skin when he finds the right spot to easily maneuver her on top of him. The heavy feeling that she had awoken with in her chest, morphs into something more. Like molten liquid, she feels the warmth spread beneath her skin. She pulls away, halfway dazed but more alert than ever. Jude takes his hand, a sort of version of a promise, she thinks, something mortal – human. “I didn’t lie,” she insists, resting his palm above her worrying heartbeat. He looks up at her with something short of awe, something tinged with desire he feels no need to hide for the moment. She’s the one on her knees but he’s the one worshiping. Even if she does lie, he’d believe her. “Last night,” she elaborates, she swears, “I meant it.”

[rosequartzwriting]

The Agent and Her Sorcerer

Pairing: Doctor Strange X Fem!Reader

Description: You, an agent who works with The Avengers, comes back to the compound to find that Doctor Strange has brought you coffee.

Warnings: mentions of drinking and doing the dirty

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: Originally posted on Quotev | Things have been busy, so has mental heath things, so idk when new things will come out. I love this piece tho so I hope this makes up for it. 

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Gif by @cumberbatchlives

Technically a sequel to The Sorcerer and The Agent

When you stepped off the jet and onto the landing, you let out a long breath of relief. That field mission was finally over. It was an early call that got you out of bed before the sun came up. Too early for your body to function, but with the encouragement of coffee and Captain Rogers forcing you out of bed, you conquered the task. You checked your phone for the time, it was now around noon. You were ready to sit down, maybe even take a nap. You desperately needed a break.

But you knew you would not be able to rest.

Tony was already on your ass. He came out of nowhere, scaring the life back into you, and shoved a tablet in your hands. "Before you file your report, you got another one."

You groaned, falling into step beside him to make your way into the building. "Already?"

Tony pushed a few things on your tablet and an image came up. It was one of the objects you had recovered from this morning's mission. On the side was a stream of jumbled letters and numbers.

"Decoding, seriously?"

Tony shrugged, with a grin on his face that you wanted to punch off. "Hey, you're best for the job."

"Can't FRIDAY just run through it?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

You glared at him.

"Come on, you got this."

You rolled your eyes, "Fine. Only because it might give us a new lead."

"Atta girl! Don't stress yourself out."

You were already stressed.

"Oh and by the way, someone in the lounge is here to see you."

After a brief moment of surprise, you knew who it was. Tony saw the smile appear on your face, then winked at you. You rolled your eyes at him.

You tucked the tablet under your arm and made your way to the lounge. Maybe you were getting a little break before continuing for the day after all. A small amount of energy that came from your happiness pushed you forwards.

When you got there, sure enough, there he was.

"Hey, I thought you might want coffee."

You chuckled. Of course you wanted coffee.

Stephen Strange had a coffee tray in his hands that had two cups in it. He was standing around looking a little awkward, a little out of place at the compound. He looked relived to see you, as if anyone else in the doorway would made him embarrassed. His serious demeanor was no where in sight, a hint of warmth in his cheeks.

He wasn't wearing his sorcerer robes, but casual clothes. A jacket, dark jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt, simple things that you got to see him in more often now. You liked it. Very much.

Without any hesitation, you made your way over to him. Giving him a big smile the entire way. You put your tablet down so you could take the cup he was holding out for you. "Thank you." Your gloved hands brushed against his bare shaking ones. The contact was enough to widen your smile.

"Don't mention it."

"Hi! How are you? What's new?" You asked him, leaning one hand on a table and sipping your coffee with the other.

Stephen let out a breath, "Well this morning I helped to try and close a dimensional rip in space time. If we hadn't managed to close it then it would have swallowed an entire country."

"Sounds exciting, Doctor." You hid a smirk behind a look of playfully exaggerated interest.

"Oh it was." He was trying to hide a smirk too, "How about you, Agent (L/N)?" His cheek twitched, trying desperately to not let that smirk slide through.

"Well I just came back from a mission in London where an very well hidden Hydra base was found. There were a few of their agents there, kicked some ass, and managed to recover some of their tech and files. You know, normal things."

"This is a very casual conversation despite its content." He commented.

You both broke after that, smirks turning into fits of chuckles. You reached up and kissed him on the cheek.

The two of you were developing into a 'thing' recently. Whenever he would come to the compound, you would have your eye on him. And you could feel his eye on you as well. It had been going back and forth for a while, finding excuses to talk to each other and purposely being in the same room as one another. Casual attraction.

You noticed the little details in him. Taking every opportunity to make a snarky comment during meetings. Dedication and a 'cool calm' overtaking him whenever disusing anything serious. His gaze of sparkling blue, sharp features, and welcoming smile. The very presence of him either made your heart stop or quicken, sometimes both simultaneously.

Whenever you were both having a conversation, whether for work or just friendly chatter, you found yourself entranced by him. His voice, his gorgeous face, his personality. Not casual attraction anymore, you were sightly obsessed.

But there was always this look in his eyes, that he recognized your attraction to him. And a look that told you he had similar emotions. You just knew it. You paid attention to him. You noticed him paying attention to you with interest, catching him staring on occasion.

Things had went from zero to one hundred at a party that Tony threw last week. You had a little too much to drink. Stephen did too. You found yourselves alone. Things escalated from there. You woke up the next morning in his bed in the New York sanctum, cuddled in his arms. You both went out for breakfast that morning. He took you out for dinner a day after.

Ever since then, he shows up at the compound when he can, or calls you to ask how you are doing. Work for both of you has gotten pretty busy lately so finding time to go out together was hard. But you promised each other another date as soon as you both were free.

This was a long time coming, you both knew that. All it took was one little push. But you did not expect that push to be a little alcohol. It happened anyways, so you decided to take it without complaints.

Stephen looked around, making sure no one else was in the room to intrude. After confirming, he leaned down and stole a kiss from you. You giggled and let him, leaning up into him. He pulled away to let you have another sip of your coffee.

He wasn't drinking from his own cup. You felt his eyes on you. It did not take long to figure out why. You were still in your uniform, one that is similar to Natasha's. Black bodysuit, weapons belt. Skin tight. A blush crept up on your face, some memories coming back from that night. He has seen you wearing this before, but now his gaze had a different weight to it.

"Liking the view, Strange?" You asked with a raised eyebrow and mischief glittering in your eyes.

He shrugged, "Now that I know what it all looks like, I like the view even more." Casual. Calm. Cocky.

You playfully smacked him on the shoulder, bringing his hint of a smile into light. Tucking the tablet under your arm, coffee in one hand and Stephen's own hand in another, you pulled him over to one of the couches. The two of you sat down. "I have a little tech and paperwork to do right now. You're welcome to stay while I do it, if you're free."

He relaxed beside you, an arm slinging over the back of the couch. "I've got time. Wong is watching the Sanctum, I have the afternoon off."

"Maybe if I finish early we can go out?" You asked with a perky smile.

He gestured to your open tablet. "Better get to work then." You laughed, quickly kissed him, and did get to work. You explained to him your tasks, the decoding you needed to do and then fill out your mission report file. He seemed interested, looking over your shoulder the whole time as you explained your process. He watched you complete the decoding, send the results to the cloud, and start typing away at your morning's mission report.

Stephen's presence behind you the entire time was comforting, taking away some of the stress of your busy work. His warmth and the smell of coffee in the air made you content. You felt him start to fiddle with the tails of your hair, you jokingly swatting him away before he went right back to it.

During the breakfast date, and the dinner date, you saw more little things about him you liked. There was curiosity and interest in his eyes. Behind that serious shell was gentleness and kindness, a full heart who thinks for others. It was like after that night, you got to see the real Stephen Strange, not the Sorcerer Supreme. He was a gentle lover, even drunk, making sure you were comfortable the entire time. Eating out together, he was a gentleman. Seeing him around the compound, he seemed to be smiling more.

You never knew the great Doctor Stephen Strange was a total softy. It made you like him even more.

While writing, you found yourself putting extra care into reviewing the mission and its details. This may have been caused by knowing Stephen was watching your every move and you wanted to make a good impression of your work ethic. You made sure to skim through for any mistakes or typos in your writing as well. After some time, discarded cups on the coffee table and Stephen now subtly nuzzling your neck, you submitted your report.

"Do you have to do that after every mission?" The man who was practically wrapping his entire body around yours on the couch asked.

"Yeah. That was one of the longer ones. Most things were more straightforward this time around, but I did a lot in London today." You heaved a sigh, momentary wiggled out of Stephen's arms to plunk your tablet down on the coffee table, and relaxed back into the couch.

"Have anything else to do?" He asked.

"Not currently." You turned to him, now giving him your full attention. He seemed to like it.

"Well then, maybe you and me can go grab lunch?"

"I'd like that."

You watched his eyes dip down, briefly glancing at your lips before looking back up at your eyes. You caught him. This told you what he was thinking about, and soon you were thinking about it yourself. And then you were doing it. One of his hands rested on your cheek, the other found your waist as he kissed you. Your hands tangled around his neck and up into his hair gently.

It was like you lost track of time. You just focused on Stephen, a hand of his running over the fabric of your tight uniform.

"I'm glad Tony threw that party."

You and Stephen urgently parted at the interruption. Standing in the doorway, Steve and Natasha had smug grins. They were still in their uniforms from the mission, Steve's shield strapped across his back. You groaned.

When you told only one person that you went home with Stephen that night, it had spread through the compound like wildfire. Your coworkers all knew, and they were relieved. Finally, they had said. You must have not noticed how obvious you and Stephen's electric stares and intrigued chatter were.

You were a little embarrassed at being caught making out, but the embarrassment practically radiated off Stephen. He immediately straightened upright and cleared his throat. Apparently he did not show his vulnerable side to anyone but you, him instantly clicking back into a neutral expression when facing someone else.

Nat got right to the point, ignoring the irritated look on your face, "We got a new lead. There was a new location marked in one of their files found in London. Venice. We leave in thirty."

A frown glazed your features. You were really looking forward to spending some time with Stephen again. You looked at Stephen, who shared a mutual disappointed look in his eyes. But you knew that he would go let you work. It was annoying.

It wouldn't hurt to ask. Would it?

You stood up from the couch, grabbing your tablet to pull up your report again. You strided towards your bosses, a lick of confidence in your posture.

"Um actually I was kinda hoping if I could get the rest of the day off." You sang.

Steve let out a breath in a smug laugh, while Nat was hiding one of her own.

With a smile, you handed Nat your tablet, the mission report on the screen. Clean, detailed, care put into it, reflecting your hard work you had accomplished all morning. You saw her eyes look it over, the captain leaning in to do the same.

"You did work hard this morning." Steve pointed out.

"And you did eventually save our asses in the end." Nat added.

As you said to Stephen earlier, you did kick ass during the mission.

You gave them a look of hope. It was obvious what you wanted, they both knew it. For some reason you felt like they were lengthening the moment to tease you. To leave you in anticipation.

After what felt like minutes instead of seconds, the two turned to each other and exchanged expressions. Steve nodded. Natasha handed back your tablet.

"Go play with your sorcerer and his magic hands." Natasha whispered to you with a wink. A deep blush crept up onto your neck, and you saw her smirk. Scrunching your face up in a mock sneer, you snatched your tablet back.

"Have fun, you two." Steve said as a goodbye, and him and Natasha left the lounge to get ready for part two of today's investigation.

You turned back to Stephen. He had an impressed look on his face. Now standing, he threw away your empty coffee cups in a nearby bin."You didn't have to do that, you know."

"Too bad. Already did." You shrugged, sauntering back over to stand in front of him.

Stephen gave you a smile, and opened a slingring portal right in front of you both. "Then lets go."

You put down your tablet and went to empty your weapons belt. "I'm still in uniform, Stephen." You laughed, "I should go change first."

The sorcerer snapped his fingers, and your skintight Avengers uniform turned into a pair of leggings and a blouse. An outfit Stephen had complimented you on last week. You were surprised he remembered it.

You rolled your eyes at him, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the portal.

[cherry-stained-blood]

soft shinobu headcanons

Synopsis: nothing much other than you making the wisteria girl crack her tough shell <3

Request (sent via DM’s): Hmmmmm, soft Shinobu Headcanons please?

Pairing: Shinobu x GN!reader (they/them)

A/N: this blog has existed for a hot minute and I already got a request (not complaining tho, I love Shinobu). This is more like an imagine rather than headcanons but it’s too late to change that I’m sorry— . Anyways I hope y’all shinobu simps got your juice, enjoy!

TW: light swearing, other than that it’s all fluff

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Let’s be real here, Shinobu is not a softie at all (to strangers at least, close friends is a different case)

She’s a strong and independent woman who can and will kick your ass. She’s a Hashira for a reason anyways

But that all changed pretty quickly when you walked into her life

Hashira or not, the moment you entered the demon slayer corps, she was the first person you talked to

She’d treat you like how she would with anyone else, carefree and laid-back nature, a tad bit of teasing here and there, all with a soft smile

But you knew that under that smile she was only giving a slight facade

When going on missions you’d usually be her backup, as you were still pretty new into this whole demon slaying world

And during those times you’d get to talk to her quite a bit

Most of the conversations were small though, as the work of being a demon slayer always had your hands tangled up

You walked around the small town with the butterfly girl, looking around and keeping your senses on high alert as you scanned the area to look for the demon. “So uh— where do you think the demon could be?” You asked attentively.

“I’m not sure… we’re gonna have to keep watch for th—“ the insect Hashira’s words were halted as she heard the familiar footsteps she grew to learn about during her expeditions, of a demon. “We can chat later— we have to follow the demon.” Shinobu spoke as her light steps turned into a quiet sprint.

You sighed to yourself, trailing behind her ‘there goes my plans of making small talk with her…’

You don’t know why, but you’ve taken a liking to the purple haired warrior, and you were determined to make her shell crack

The two of you were already good friends anyways, so all you had to do was get to know here a bit more

Shinobu has also taken some interest in you too, as she started treating you like how she’d treat Giyuu— but less mean of course

She’d poke light fun at you, tease you, and throw joking insults towards your direction

However the playful facade still feigned over here every-time you spoke to her

And you were willing to change that

Well one day, you both, along with Giyuu, were assigned to assist the Mizunoto slayers back at Natagumo mountain, where the spider family crawled around

You quirked an eyebrow at the task you were given. “Natagumo mountain? Isn’t that the place where the rookies are at?” You questioned, holding onto the hilt of your sword lightly.

“I supposed so… ara ara~ and here I was thinking they didn’t need our help, such a shame I must say.” The insect Hashira cooed to herself playfully. Giyuu just sighed to himself as he looked up. “Well we should get a move on it, we don’t want to peril the lives of more people now don’t we?”

Upon arriving at the place, you managed to keep surviving slayers safe, and meeting two unique souls. A red haired kid with red eyes and a demon girl with a bamboo muzzle

They were quite unique in your eyes, but Shinobu tried to attack the demon girl

Luckily, Giyuu came in time to save the poor girl, as you stood directly in front of the pair, holding your sword tightly

You sighed to yourself mentally as Shinobu started bullying Giyuu lightly

However Shinobu never let her smile waver as she saw you two defending the younglings, but you knew that under that smile her attitude was quite sour at the moment

The water Hashira told you to chase Shinobu away while he took the other two to a safer area

You agreed as you chased away the butterfly girl away from them, a slight wave of guilt piercing your heart for going against your friend

Her smaller figure let her dash through the trees with ease as you bolted after her, but Shinobu’s heart sank a bit knowing you are going against her, however she wouldn’t falter so easily

As she hops away into the starry night over the forest, you caught her off guard by appearing right in front of her and tackling her out of the tree she was hiding in

The position you held her still in was… questionable to say the least

You held her upper body in your left arm, as your right hand was holding your sword, with your fist locked behind your back, making Shinobu bend over slightly and loose her grip on her sword. Her arm was jammed between her head and your arm as she gripped onto the sleeve of your haori

You could tell by her shaking and tone in voice that she was upset, but you didn’t know what to do about it, other than talk to her

“Why are you doing this, Y/N? You know it’s against the demon slayer corps to help demons, and you’re preventing me from killing that demon. Why is that?” Shinobu asked, slight desperation lacing her tone.

You just sighed to yourself, and replied back. “I will let you go and then explain to you, but you have to promise not to run after the demon.”

If it was any other person, the insect Hashira would’ve just gone dashing off without a second thought, but instead with you, she complied and agreed as you let her out of your grip. “Alright then… explain.”

You explained to her that they seemed like good people and how the kids you encountered were different, and how Giyuu said they were different and unique

The feeling of meeting them was oddly familiar to you in a sense you could say

Shinobu didn’t know what to say, other than just crack a smile, but it was genuine.

“I’m sorry for thinking irrationally. I just didn’t want to see someone I cared for die to the hands of a demon again.” The purple haired girl spoke, sincerity present in her tone.

You were quite surprised at this behavior, going to speak to her, but the ravens that were trained by the corps already interrupted you about the two kids you saw earlier

You were gonna speak to Shinobu further, but she had already disappeared into the night, which left you dumbfounded

However you sure did just process what happened

You finally cracked her shell to reveal her true feelings <3

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