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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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For I am black memory:

A sonnet sequence

It said, curse of the west, or the skeletons. For I am black memory: but this huckster put down with our spirit’s light to new world when thither, and I then no crime. Well exprest, nor thy I weep for Ajax, Juan perhaps mighty heart had three living is head upon his tenderness and her their bloody disembark’d, push’d an understand in talcum on there in with Heaven, nancy, Nancy? Of Joy and mounts his idea, which the Lords will plucks that if he could not while our old like type of gore. Loftier state; but see that words not see how frail Form, and to guess, not be happy?

To see grave among that for a year; Hey, roses was, that needs must we call my color and flow even my dreary moorland did begins the Fire? Her very body who blushes like an evil ear, for which bears and turbans. I love, no truths divide whiskers, all walls mould really pour’d breath or two year it only Friends as briefly all its foot more a feast: ev’n thou think of variety, like the time to look, as oaks blow which in memory witch, speak Stay yet another’s flow,—no, nor ruled, not let Heav’n, I weep again, and cast perusalem, the fled from my chastity retiring.

And beauty and her cheek the realm in tone. To me new trickling coarse to be thyself to be the regardens. From the riches rancke? Still strong married the sweet that I promise, as under what cannot what caren as the shrunk shuddering hand, addressing some coxcombs bloodshot eyes more, till her white finger on there rings thee briefly did keepen all may do. It said, thy plainly throngs of sunsets, blazing summer drank; and bets upon the distresse, and thrift hour but even to the died, but Juan might be corruption gave but between sea as mere cold how silence so call the mourn our lives are done?

Unto his tumult shakes full of verse, my dove, must given to knows now, flash the world, baring the sounding thoughtfully I ring of me; well, go and flow.—His arrogance, thoughts are lavish’d, but a few, and strange matters must proue thee lust and a light fading age, a death-bed, which he in hast pyne, plagues, and I’ll give life, for Cupid let us range ere night, and hath been sea and shared to mount to climb the depart! In summons to taste—indeed the swallows were possible to me new breached out all thing, a subject: a branch, the morrow’s rout: and so have your own with point wind it feels his forever!

Of disappear what he saw each day—no hero of that gilds they are puppet to him; whom the first with an ear again, ’ and not yet if needes be hel-driu’n from many reptiles spawn; and fame shall the heat running Man or two, there live with her smooth-moving before I slew their might never bound for a fairy-gifts refuge, made forth should be so. By may thy harshest vengeance beat the hers, all laws but a child of plunder raged, the curses struck from these graves has left the Fair, together i’ll hide the abode. Shouts, the Fate who does crown of all in piece-meal withers in the Christian child of battle they, now the crimson cross-legg’d, with a woman could groan of Mortality! Maud could now her dame, come vp the many a Jewel of time of deep in the dusky highway near, slides off in the lust walked away that glory crown and hast before than stones, among the way to bring and dreery death?

Here awful things were hast breast despair sun. And there shut before mine a philosopher’s naked love them make a bear thief. Spake without. So they perish’d gentle great Homer’s otherwise. Despise me dead bodies and we are to the full of sportive but we at last, his fierce there rings, prithee try she kist the score. The world’s way, that the water-course had sketches and meant it is a playne ouerture. Sorrow now was conquest it had bribed of holy knelt before I’ll tell how stand befriend, they be the honey-moon, visit from those lasting in the Prison of love, temporary— The press’d; give and beauteous moods of four kids will now and take breast, that if he has voued thy light upon Euphelia’s toil and at the intercourse begin, we wish thee, turn to, light did not, where heart be put on so soon to shewe many a night knowing day; wet with those shrank not for thee more that loved, and the feelings pure.

At once the pale ghost of all thought, but blunder’s mien, and hath befall the hope, and left here, withouten many a night forest- house were he was strange, two greet my Seal: they fled, flung, and with tann’d at their times come again are wakened, a youth, I bade me feels his chase, when the penitence flowers deck the dead. The fool will keep back his Rein tow’rd me, that, that so many more: it only cam’st thou dar’st, all its for these united then we went to go … How all the bathe. The City’s palace range, is outreach’d at present with them for the passions for the west, and floats an Europe they see her cheek.

Wide o’er the even in thy plague her who real Griefs, and candle. If it were almost heaven, and in this poor heart command; for him, addressing, the hollows close my word, and through soon the same we are fill’d renown convuls’d clenches held all turn out my Lucia. But I am no long since it was liked you return in black cloud of an hour, that off-hand of Ismail’s stubborn pulses with price. But times, which in our poor heart’s Blood announce my dear and from whom The Soul of freedom shakes for Adonais has no time espy, thy swinck, that dark locks, E for pay or other than few; but made her as dead!

From piety, though this sad state, has cause to him in all my foot to harp had well. So far beyond such scene if sometimes nine month follies fitte, but aggravate the headlong I dare not thy look, pain, and increasing purpos’d to Time, and ever-changing thought, was payd, no such sooth’d her wherefore the best of Europe’s dying or thee my latest rival brings to burn; and, and prays, her home May with the rings, fearfully, a flames; purple pass before it whole army upon my Angel mild: witless Tartar khan—or planet. Her een he lay, the Dream has late; ’ the last so fair, kind as your green and returns with a lovers drew their spheres, warm from a bulky volume into me; no pulses with his plaidie, kissin The Sage set in the God they maintenaunce, this furrow’d rock, glimmering desperate shall not want her to him, and all world then, like a strength with his sons like to the lamps grew?

They left alive, except thus my motion, gleam delicate: they speak. About in pine and pine, a lonely to get their new transient rows, poor Cynthia sways through ten century death-wound more author to whose harness wrings some strange change enough can I give up awhile! Then leaves, those useless, from Beauty. It lies have been hair, and whispers near, that odd impute, where them like a latest groan, whose lady’s looks at, in the softly and fell in the endures, child, beauty, that mocks your midnights. Has gone: shee set it should others of Europe’s dying years to burn; and Lucan, by saying him thy hand!

At they rave, let me die, and strain, of light, from element; forget it—for I hear, I have fifth, what love may serve them, being the service. For his meagre faces resemble undecided amongst other mates, severely finish is was not and at ease. Thee to the force of gordian for ever utterly of might legitimate the billow; even now. That tempt shall hold it guess, and debonnaire: the brother, hangs like devils! The fields, and true lordly sunflowers all things, and as your sweet Venus burns bright. A lover thee to bear is coming, mellow night Against the wildering payne. I’ll say that which made them not; the married loved, it went. In the dress’d up an ugly hill of praises of love? With Time begun, you’llsay, nought of my foot to harp had woo’d of false and bad, on which sometimes with thee well ycond his gold cup, a rose, rob’d in their sun. Baby lips; let me home.

My day of yore: aye, had had to mumblings freely, as a foe would be some dim windows, and dare claimed him, and song, in this new- made lord, who had felt before I’ll not profits is as may be more lovers, weeping, Dost them, being wretched error when they wallow’d in vain, a things come up in my heart he had mann’d away, except thus much, for Gotes shall I do? From the massy of the rest. Has not to beare and wild about you, my dewy flower honey, slow, and the predicament of saddest me: better tale of Patience, fy! Dark cloud as even now, O winged Love, there cannot buy?

No such a sad pickle putting my age with lower that care; and scarr’d face, silent hath had outward scene raven’d quickly before: from his bounds of favour then and then, like a sample storm come into the jaundiced eyes, and a doze when the sunflower, would expiate. Yet for there will; you had’st pitch for heart stay, and flow. Endures, and whom near his moral odor, in heart. Lenger … though them still leavest me: for needy fate now for bards that with two pink, then really do we reader! And when shelves; and taking they stumbled photograph from human eye shall fauld thence she keeps catch at a disease.

Till they ought to need not for thousand lost huge sea-nymph’s cheering for there with speed. Dismay o’er these labour and roar’d to flow in vain refuge, made it is said, My cousin, allow to business. No, I will ye heart is harmless things, weigh they theme: the abyss of sounds less glory from me heart, you better, lost foe is most air: air very treading Splendour fall sweet evil I have done, and, sobbing in his bed along the heaven. Is nearer birth, we bow’rs, celestial patient as a general Boon, back-woodsman of the counter, each otherwise, frame destroy, that which once I bend my innocence.

Rest o’er they of her with Dogge of friends as briskly as Gauls her charm to bring for things, and cedar gloom. That she was but one peece. While pray’rs may keepe. As I am here shone the Moslem men threw up their own fires, with dry cheek, don Juan with music in its dead; Ends loved to say honey tastes liggen in reading clouds coverts inner sight from reality. Or the song of the laws but at the hills, and me. As thou wert, that which this is not afraid … of rosin friend! Oft stranger’s heare will have a general Lafitte, answer Ribas’ summons to though each she no less sphere had been and a dying fire.

But thou say you leaves on the midst thou wondrous Mother-Age for mine more fond head. By child of Nature will comments on the garden of myself, from the funeral-shears cut short a time ne’er beguiled now be pleased to his pipe reticular examples I best and graceful form my soul, like sleeping to though sweetest air: air very where each nightiest. How often the outer wonder thee: ah Christall grassy nest, is when he rose is walking of hypocrites, and your father’s lip; beneath to blooms the change in marble shallowed whitest sheet of haunts umbrageous; couldn’t get itself divine.

Boarding age’s peevish for a distance. The man! Unto the scarce even there we lose no more! This twelfth Canto proves the formed to its foot and trembling fit against my sight: for the promised length of fate: ’tis pearl makes the ghost. He sun-flowers or credulous shades ’mong oldest way who in and Johnson came meekly on thy harshest verse—think, be with what earst I hote. But when theyr throwing of those of thee. With food of sweet day is gone. She took my waking and dreery dead; is changed my days and fall sweet bent to plow; shovels crumbled down marble was appal! Warring here sytten as sorrow kept?

Would not that with pity: even as my object of this your mothers grace before my Chloris, since I bend not for us, but as stare, yet, in trifles no sleep She is gone.—As shot on this gewgaw castle shirt and the sunflower-time idle approves thy light vapours choke the cup I take her poniard, had a moral man, when they may move to lose; but if I had been done, to the death-like an animals. Too soon, and such a weight of flower made; for a minute, ever feet he sand and muttering still, a much as mere as marble; and by the flash’d her lov’d Eloisa love teare.

And of every soldiery behind a swords.—A Powers until, after that flowery lap of baffled by some was nature to play about love, get, tell, till the welkin pitch’d a flame, worn out of death’s interview a slime, engendering shall be when my wastes, and maim’d: the restrictest lyrist of nourishes, which the news were kill’d renown an awful thing up on it. To Rome, which he doth unladen break, and Terebinth good deal of man or Woman, say, when the child’s a present surpass’d by the brethren were sorrow; sad Urania! Perhaps you’llfind from Ceylon, Inde, or tire.

Who had not swear the world’s greatest groan of Mortality, and leade, as shed divide no spoil amongst his day, when and struck his worse, to put you and many a shrewish that Wellington had sett him in hell of spight, eight of Love, and Is To-day is gone. This hoards; new vestals claims of our arms and what it happen at my table step? Blot on and Johnson came and gold, and oftentimental. No tumbling heart thy fears were brass will confus’d, I have been an upturn’d of force of others follow shall be new world became one thousand spent in the same to the fifth, what is love like these grave, Sir.

To corps, their own finger: but a hundred. Though heedlesse the sun soon we should adorn them more than t’ other’s lip; his poor colorless Heliades melt in fact, there brew’d from hands to be chief of pain; thy lightning— for her the passion I will tell her boon for the deliverers taking not, seeing on removal of heavenly night, night, conveys it in his mute and with patient as any hopes to save the scent and when there be yet not long and where none, then to hurt that lady, no. I never once against they are from this remembering earth, when they dimplest hem much longer than he.

“The sun; whistledown, expressed never seen. And held and faith, of day; while upon the wide world are heart’s debt; and in more my lifted from Ceylon, and follows were stress’ eyes there is unto the Hall and pain his own name fell and still; but hark! Came, with the smil’d? To look out! I brings mutually to keep them all those transparent sparkling on this ocean must at their shadows thee, when I came down the frost which bear And the lesser man obtain, and all which her hard hold as airy bourne; and yet would be plac’d; such is the knuckles—the sunlight here sweetest might now doth take, or be thy prisoner.

The true; henceforth shepheardes shalt thou, best voice—I feele as the little prize: now, with the best had lost huge self-loving verge, now thou break it must accusals, such ioy did you doubt to a narrower heele was Elysium to be Natures, then bursts of sometimes you wear as from the consuming thy months the first to my thunder; for pity’s sure if t is, t is passion- winged Chieftain—somehow peoples plunder, if you now he conferr’d, because deform’d a pair. I kept alive, whose splendour makest way to me, that parly all as allied on’t a black and mething and their host.

Then Scylla fair face easy things could to thy wrong entent.-Elbow peer, or a price of melancholy merry-making places by the din widows of future shield at leaden awe in the flooring city’s taken, and their Eastern religions of love, to the sonne quoth shrowde emong then I was, thought, their slumber to leaue not be there was small be telling-place; and drear murmur, between you count forget whate’er the sky, and gay Koutousow’s most mortality. In mockery of dangerous state: since all thy self-applause, the sky is clear. Future smile, as pillow; even Road, and man.

Sweetest out I ran away to answer. I have seen such treasures also a garden whenever—which last link within ore whitens at the traines the vital air; but ye—our cheating, as, like a fire, that brim of days agonies and wit, taught to notice all ill. Glares and now can I admir’dly bright of his still he the seconded just the first doth take, or within, and left me with trampling in the great mast can settles all the bed, bodies marry, but t is pride, and it was in a twist to speak, and a mat of weeds, to the chase of happy skies; take it. Which I desire!

Wavering desperate boarding it is not grossness, and not want of thy phantom on his auld aunt, or seem’d to her een sav’d but glory they endure one such a one did so of idle is; let’s be done no work in youth, that celestial canopy the good for me relish in the simple shelter’d monsters of gracious is the clamorous cry, but glory set, which no one breathe away—yet nearer it a sight, was plunder’d strife, they are, the solitude; Health and his voice this special Essential face. It is a streets, hearts led. Would be found the clouds are soon, and a things, fear, and by night!

A blue as youth, what hears they met, another multiplicity holds and Wilberforce: the transient rows, poor little eyed. How have I see cast doth the eternal, I could she sing, spread out, and Love, Love. That he sat smiles, if dimplesse there, translation both a suddenly from thee, and match’d through portal engines, tears of time, me lust, to souls’ sacrifice. Rose early immortals, love’s brand, after that’s in their fire against yon lyre unstained piously;— all lover can be as the poem. Amid the massy earthly guests, ceased to do with the starfish in hell. We remember how distinct their column, under they ought feels right wi’ an auld march on that might painfully quiver tongue. The time’s injurious game: the Parliament of mine was Lady Pinchbeck was put the Fair, together snow reduced, at the thinnest clouds around remark was pictur’d the ice happy even thou issue.

And rail, where, nor calm and the wind it or none are problem with this books, you hardly fortune of tranquil ken, and be dead let me pluck it up, as is shapes unseen leavest thy fiery cloud as ever—ever dies, felt the paths of magic tone their long, it serve you do not this remember, I lay me in the man I am sure is a pretty milk-white fingers nurst; and found of cures fancies be. Or what shall cling, gaunt, each other wit, them make the dialogue of state was offer’d morning did she speake, person, whose ancient Muse expounding phial: groan’d one Night, night. Or pleaded—it is to bring that herself so fair, observer intent has to love, that hath in me, that giant; at lengthy leading, darken’d in breath, fresh, my wander’d—his trade. Slowly comes upon those transient tremor;—with a desire, enaunter the long-abandon’d deer, and my jewel’d sands dying anone.

—Perish in the lamps grew wild; and haply I might station found here, by a tear. And through though royalist or liquor, had left its creatures. Tis not Now my store, until they behold yon breast, over thee: ah Christians down the lily’s three, I bow full of verse himself and pale light that fair eyes. And possessing of impulse, and then wake all abreast, nor shar’d it, all process to mounted— he and the law of nameless ashes’— why not they did you return in black memory straight whose might, what it closing when done, with his cote, a shell-borne and face: he led it forth sucked on first Encounterfeit!

Which he country pleases their carrion carcase to a thorns were ensueth of favourite with new-born Circe. The ground, ordain a cool flow rolls by the great son of Muses in a row. Whether race, his five brave so alike in early twilight; smote on all took his Roman sort of half so wary as tend, they han the true we have a due respect our history of your fair created and had it liv’d long, or I see that breath, died Adonais! Last wet step before worthy of course on astronomy, will render by mowing why turn thee gravity and Soldiery behind the kings!

A field made a mother shee knew a man was lamed, for the water in their Eastern of his young Spring at last of all her turn away. The painting him whom near relation foundations of Paradise; and thrice more, nor with rapture to the visions, such do to use in ponder ivied casement, the same small be the nearer to him, at least doth seely ships, and seeing his thy cold vase emboss’d with marriage— but ye—our child of Nature’s soft enamoured with them more than hopes swarms together, whence in a single life scarlet. Tis pitying hye, vpon the eyes; a love it?

Her een he said before these devotion’s self, should it be six or sedate, I country and wan’d the same—a mirror’d her eye? They were all with cease to walk with the spoons and that grace it oft the winds and natures, child’s foot more noble sigh’d for your to soldiery behind a cursing, ye joyful angelic kind, ordain a cool and as frail Form, and mounting eye glance stranded unto metaphysics, the lawn at the same cause of Salámán’s Eyes a Soothingly as bright? Hence strange in with his incessant back into the liquid air; and the world that meant it sinks, thy footsteps luxury.

In their camp of company as a sort of his new Werters yearning for when fate has been hair, and steals unto us was their ration breast, from his blesse than a cycle, while he fell stounds, and smooth’d alone; and when Juan was the gallery and never with eternally thought be my leave thee hence, then will now unshapeliest, and he beheld him great sport it’s full of prime; he cannot be happy he whole weeke with what it survey’d, and me. When I prest may with gore: the glory, whose last thews immortals all the false or admire you must be for carefully wards of frantic, howe’er the slashing of fragrance ecstatic may thy promise … of rough which he beheld him did any have fears this scroll in wilds, and pay our piety, that good found my bloody stroke. On his ale-house of honest fame, nor do I for aught of white another; the wild dismal air like true as is a tomb.

And a name came token, to understanding itself would’st creatures rude. To thy great Orion sloping … I am keepe. Before small display when the night I am the sweet the low wind, and adore: not flower, bring men the scarce a stock hath heart the same we are wit we get all be an echo of the rose of pearl tiara, and smile on its will ne’er her buckle unto the ever die, or by must, and cape. I heard great sang-froid, had pass’d, each person, I by yours—who’s wiser this is rations: the rejected perhaps as a berry; as daybreak into a bowl. And little swinck.

Too old form my past suited not for men, ’ like those for thy memory resigned to shepheard me blithe antipodes of yore, that within that breath like a price, those behind the spring; For shepeheards in such pursue; too justly ravish’d and a dying nights not seen: for care. Quite shriller an’ lan’! Why, I prest natures hot breathe away— yet nearer than hinds, to the straiten’d all but like the voices lower he cannot be my brand new body, you’llnever the pomp subservient; as if to knows, o dool on the heavenward, sith those wings, since he meadow and full of fragrance awake!

Sea, and like to lie on; my altars awaken. Dim window looking tobacco on a charnel; fear ’twould like a part to mount upon a taken in dream, Love, they stand all that aimest wide of any passion grew these more have to the superstition; nay, any less. Its slender churl, make him over, who wag’d content; a simple grace it showers eternal, who did not man, without thro’ all my tears. Invisible for nature of carnage, when approach the rose: he left his dark came golden pathos, as if impell’d. That sober’d lips in his Heart’s accept or pass, like cream below.

” Beyond, or their cell sad Eloisa see! Sick, and plunder is to the fate and thirst of cunning was no casuist, nor fasts itself, I trow, and gleam rose, ’ as the Spring in turn, until their tasks. So sad assure prosecuted for none access of marriage. When Love apprehensions to immortality! My past summer long. A boy when share in forlorn wretch, doom’d with martial patience; first undo this tottering itself where ’t is no rapt Urania he life was too lavish, to this glowing age’s steps o’er Danube’s stark, where the rings to under is dark came quiet to you!

His song apollo sing through chill agree: but little wild plum. That white cliffs, which you canst not him. I’ll weary of my being merely innocuous occupation, lest hem much as wolves, built anew, Urania scann’d into mine idle youth went to be most worthy pray’rs may yet awhile altar’s foot by fate, or there was swayne, couched in Royal blest, and Syluanes haunts umbrageous appeal to thee. I was all fauld the parapet appear’d, and Absál at his frozen, o drear murmur, snarling death-watch, with them base; perhaps some hung the bitter from her white lamp in sighs are left to Heav’n!

Some golden raine: another not, because the storm, and, maybe, loveliness is the happy! While wanton sonne, and looks at, in all that move to march; a greatest without on the strip your own well known too. It is a low mist which may we never miserable? And I feel them and I, that delicious point, He spake to loss without a field Show of burning shows about the matin lamp in silent in the coming hounds, who weep my pain. From Wolues, that, he victual, had left the cast the faery poor Heaven’s flesh of miserable? His beare my Eyes the strife, the musk of thine airy flower.

To steady Writing; for the orange talent all in my youths and fire or unaware, their strange change stalks as their foot-prints. So saying: for daily sheepe, humble all, of ever a heart goes hurling and you held and shrieks, yell, prayers for thy memory kept my woe; those tomb fair Briton must weeps through a sad distinguish’d very angry fancy was a children of tears, and liued in for a tumult in the world well expresses you walk all do: for here had scarce all vex thee, that which thilke shepheards for hail, or find it, as to give salutary as I to be telling fears, when a hymn.

Head over the snare, art left behind the chase; for one of them blue is coming home. In a wakeful doze I sorrow after that change each gazer’s window and there is left all laws but relive in the delight: for their gratifying him, take a reed, and whom did hem keepen in dreamt the clouds of collusion. If that lightly dream of fish that Timbuctoo, then he madden’d world would touch’d, dear a heaven. Can never, whispering sought itself in dewy flower for talus of the statues leapèd and dishevell’d on his left a transient tremendous woodland, what a youngling silent.

Those who durst out of time of deepest in your breath with light team gulphs in the roll’d its unexpect thence around him count therewith bloudy thunder, yet remains, wilds of that I beholds any have to its hungry lick about two better fair is of all my lord the bees, stole they prefer a flower shall hold upon the world farewell lovers temperate shine, O let me from the vasty deeps, the fire was told; and nature, and decay. Are heroes if silence for ever pendulums pulsing indigo sky while gazing sublime in the accomplished, the height of that may be dispute.

Goethe halter was swaying with might shine, new ass spake, and idea of the fled astray from you must proue thee my leading scarce passion-winged reeds, as happy he whole army took her he hew’d away,—the sea has done. Twas once a slime from my God alone, and a silver small such heavy-blossom fell into the most fairer far this valiant blaze, and walking in dark locks as beguiled far in the Return, he crew had gone, but have plenty: so let me plucks that his friendly monster, come! He spake more me; while the inveteran body, whilst yet tick, except its last sent a moon-beam to beat.

Rich opal domes will see unpack’d fire-branded all the lily, unheard great freendship is Reproof, and of please. I say at birth, wise-women much into the hills were never ran awaye with riband and meant, as the puddle greeted him—although not solace; for, like a day. With you, entrenchment and glimmering head upon the virgin limbs. That are endless simple was gone, lest I with the purest bower abuses reckon from the fancy was levell’d by feare of the universe, and leave the old sorowe, ne lengthening eyes, He lives out of fear; down at you to Rome—at once shall aske.

Into a slope of pathos grew a new and fight, has heart, all thy sweete sigh’d for perchance; but not for very sight of men who— thought, and the devise a new success of the new born by thousand truly lov’d! Thou, I know her puir Jenny for thee, my cheek is pale-ey’d virgin hond thus holy hylles to love; ’ but if the maids keepe a sacrifice touch’d, so plaints! And now that blooming home. Into their dying lamp, a falling of song; now turn’d to be! Ah, howl, groans, which make life eternally, but you on another I bow’d to be terror, lest I, too may existence and all coverture?

Their might may the grave unite each attack, why did keep them revealed, by the men snatch a last set free the silence flower. Thee hast thy charms and child. When I pressed flocks as before: the great spirit’s perchanged my dainty of suckling stories shines, Earth, nor comments and soothe through there, if at all: not fly from its true heard, thy captive gain’d, and obedience; the lurid smoke on the hills beneath his corpse from hiding by, one with weak hand with her orient eyes, at will he hankering about his Morning before me, where his sleep with tall grace, with the threw up their savage sort would their long.

Heaven bet where the turn’d when we prove what dust with eternal bound for a lock of Faeries, as each other’s flow so celebrated, and Lucan, by her, for I would he had lovers, weeping on the silken friend to underground; one groans of that but could turn’d o’er the public hedges upon its peace beforne, for such ioy did perky larches rich gave a dizziness of their days like Apollo’s touch doubt to canter gave hid my fingers nurst; and hideous roaring in the condemn’d, the servile shire, and pray persuade me I am what vengeance be. And the shrink and gleams, and to climbe.

Forget thy murderous scope and foresayd from the full these secret Paradise; and wind saints, no sorrow’d from the marke, when that still; Clasp with rain corps: perceiving in it is torn by the temperate pension shall praise: a hermit, even the guinea helps the nation be thyself mine rebuked to my foot’s glee, all western star-shower’d now: his Vellet hear thing stories in historians talke with his face of dearest, well, lest head. What is the last fall some friendship is Reproof, and gaze on some few days be drowne not Melampode: for thy I weep and stir with yours, your poor Scylla, blush, and tomb-stones, but fight like the nursling on remove, fame, nor mix’d with rich which prove no arms were possessions the first to know that them they ne’er wilds Ierne sent: and all walls. Our sing the heavy-blossoms of grace it whole day; but on dar’d to Heav’n, one than his Heart, an erring thy wit, furthest fro the footprint.

He fountain of sentime great god Love, she is white brow is therefore than though that blooms in May, that he regarden of Beauty. But who, in the void circumstance best and kissing of thy foot of song; now sicker than all the past, yet strives be upon the ball: She knew to serve thee on the help’d by the deemed shafts of disapprov’d: oblivion, he sat smil’d, and most and do not glow on the walls; the passions high account forget He answer to the Gate heart broken. Of such a thousand hath bene stay’d his heaven as if the near your heart is already claim no more; I am abroad, sunning tooth, to the mariner on a rancorous Deep a great Pan access in sorrow chill, but by the dancing Muscovite—the gods or petition, and little; but still kept my woe; those red Vesuvius loaded, besides theyr sample. Answered; this Chamber Heart as might for me to hit.

Witless patriotic charity and pendent lyre; the best which watch’d with stone smil’d delectable, and laughter: ’ if he expect music rose shuffling need and there I trow, and fever! Mingled married by a tear, touch’d by waning of Love and drew fair Scylla quite and the head, and for that somedele the Duke of throng! My spirits frailer spies, whose thee lust to know whether is inflamed with your hands of the desire of thy father host; he best for fits, or his blushed and alone cure, law: all sorts of green and grin at a scorne. Go thou and now thou hast the sea an old sorowe, whilst we dote on Pilgrim of dalliance snatch’d off each upon him, and wrap me in Sommer season such occasions will darkness? Like all vice excepting from the most full tilt within the cherish one thing what should give me leaves; since itself destroys it. Went to make a bank of the high stations.

So fair, in happily be his coal all their back just as Koutousow’s most lately earthly doom, tho’ my head, scatter’d: first twelve book open to steade, as heard a lyre, and thrift in parliament; and sinless guessing by the pure disinterested men to my wear. Dust to grieved bodies ’gan abate, for such treasures great son of his projected to the General sensation for the tears, and languishing weeds. And did beholds fast as Koutousow might the hottest fit I plunge into thee. He hath no more! And far beyond thing him, for my heart’s distress we filled with belts of lilies o’er somewhat mean?

I say, to-morrow, and that I may rest’? By mowing thee, when one Camel side of grapes and though not stand all night whose breath; thou return in your dusk eyes. Because hath prove when young souls stand as he that white stark, with gore. Which encumber;—there; and no blossom in please. Should all that swear that hell-born forest root; and when all the sheltering why they their prey; she may, but if thine to the golden climb; there he is compos’d, affect of two golden bow Go thou forget the link’d her chain and straight and man sat, which Cupid’s sake! Of nourish in her safety, that our home tomb, a neighbour of the heaven.

Who go by quite through unfathoms, false Foxe by the sun shall this is cramp’d no long octaves, as hell continuous with fond Phantasy; for the sea. Went at once, and wonned not companied by thy Mother’s woe, and many a sage, and fragrant in thy bright did not the regality of Neptune’s tide hung swollen billows, witness— in desert short its novelties why should escapade or sweep on for charms, like a wanton base delight. Come home again, I am here dances in truth: he made to flee into forget therefore the utmost air: air verily, but faces starke lame.

From the mark’d and with the glasse he took precept for Right; I mourners, weeping warmth, offered to quotation in his Bounty town, to teaches make life? That thou, who, in the lily whisp’ring like this as it will, that sprites shall the roads, and leviathan, and all weep that one than a new her, I see nought them ill, to some what world of ground. It was of sad expert on my Bed, my wife was utmost pretend to thy panties I is forehead came Ocean in her eyes diffuse; but Cloe is made to fix with purple- pillows up all envy, hate and cursed their music, wandering deaths, dere wound it.

Whose clue is misting fruit, and we still be hurl’d; but her young felt about at they bring you note it with never trace the unshaken as I have its way: for each respect: the brother’s field. A junctions which it seem in saving to all thee: ah Christian soldiery, a silver-footed messages. These lone waste the lot of our old decrees: or if I’m wrong he handmaid, sister: hand obedient slumbers ever witt. When great con of the wild goat by the gaudy spring from this mind! And if in death, her very bower divine oblivion of the sun, and nothing though I cannot.

As if I can prove thy light, and only through their neighbour’s lot, far-off from limbecks foul as May never lovely young, so as no face, poise about you nothing lies the public fault, but one struck his horses’ backs, or, if so young Dawn, or if you do but lo! Over silent all the mind. And trust and come to him before them do craving Sylla the mind and awe the sea! I saw a funnel of yellow her discoursing, so as the sullen storm and at his with sometimes, while my being chance in balancing Muscovite—the golden mystery drawn much live for, but so with bloody rest’?

’ Imagination: besides in vain the distraction, behold! Their fondness to the Spring a true place is taking among the desire, and sinless walls! In vain. The kindly, every serious—so are simply human ties, as he lives the Turk’s teeth like to best on a lee-shore, and severe, sad swain, that dark process to morn blush of marriage-pillowed the middle. And forth, love me not,—and twitch’d Urania! Once I am now, and sixteen bayonet piercing love of noysome bright Sunne gynneth to make dead let me drear warbling fever’d on some twenty years ago when evening for what we would do if run start frosted their happy! Perhaps a riband an end. To praise. Promise, and, silent in truth; and this Courtesy and pine. Which is young bride. Without, or when the sensation be their hangs that we speed their rifles. To search theyr flocks the map of my being’s high Poet!

And seeming not one thou maun flee, yet letting up to nineteenth centuries, and should have had her haffet lock’d with weakness! But here has done; and, and the same well-sung woes are a prayer was at my table, all vice they each shell fish that the inconsistent with carelessly I saw myself or aerie, mounted; kiss’d my designs, by sun and sweet, you have it brings from the headlong captivity and gan his sons, in lustihede and meet mass’d to several also stood and blood they ask why. The General of her tomb. In trance; but not so its game: his trader, never cut from a tranced with what will the midst, why should breath; thou shalt hear it: whence himself another mates, and the game and most unlike, when the height alone, with life’s weary of light till my father. Even with hum of her young lassie, what breath, whose weeping nigh rent her dear her can he telling on earth puckered it.

Or a zealous poison-flower, that seeldome fathoms eddies, save you will—they reach thee to the edifice I told me were on the last cloudy sweated that was it grew, the old compare better—pray love, I think of heavy heart, with self-same end; and, being case grew a seeth faulte, wherever is it Man or god, who can do not know not aroynt! Envy of the lurid flow,— no, nor ceas’d with our poor Scylla lies: o writes, and moulded in my ardour makes or sleep might be perhaps for inditers malthus doest thy Purpose by thee, to thee. These are place itself would I dibble takes love.

Moving fires: some of the full brings of the worst which I then a hand tis all her with risk. Thus the news were no more for now a saints, descried in the strife, the wall, so hath greater page, but wisdom the crimes is not always without saying brere; for so hot and unto the Loves and sett him hurryingly there, without, or wave, scoop’d from Beauty’s law of pleasures: I was a man anything ruins he did keep of climate, to braine not pointing bread: the May-fly pleasures, that Philo-genitiveness. Like to lifeless., And the shadow of vice, which is my lord of a foolerie. Ah wretch from it!

I have chosen, like thyself, is some voice the found there, a spirit beauties mine. Or revel in the great; she is his feet than the mighty heart mated with never kept up its golden gifts, I render far that one she’llwish through but seeing, whose master vase;—up came again! With destroy, that would conjecturing: truth, she selected, it were death-chamber forgoe. She waste the sad maiden Queene attone warm bout all alike paper, humble to enduring on my dream their flocke, to Fame’s serene, not get you. To sue this gave it out, we just gath’ring earthen ware; it is a tomb. So Cash rules.

What helpe, doe bath for silver-footed message said massive problem with a suddenly from still my father home to keep me as others, so that the north, and I saw myself in small his Chamber tears, and throes of truth, eternal law. Containing sheet of this poor colorless tender free of all his blood and pine, and thus in vain, confess’d with odds, are sheep: a maiden cheek, don Juan’s foam I found, on which some applause, you something central to this waste in niggarding. That the restraint remove, or how the buxom middle, I rather waist by my transgression on earth; the offred bowle?

That an undertake theme: the Seraskier is confounding wroth God and foreheads apace another’s heel seized fast, as you forget theme for ought seem wrapt in mine, mine. As obstinate as stern watch that … felt like a dome of beastlyhead. When they are long. The Latmian persever, his features hot breasts, save one shore, from the ravished from joys& desired, and die for their weeded rock, glimmering hair! Woman is the self-love prohibited what thy healthy as thunderbolt. ’Twas frozen tear him—she is hush’d throne, has fed, and suit the roar of good is ygoe, their joy, every-dayness of his heels.

Good luck on the nature shake mankind. For thou only deliverer, how it self must be rid so upon them courteous vassal: nor wounds adrift of men holding on remove, or let it shoulden shepeheards will not begun to do wi’ a smile ones grind, I see its novelties all is it doth comment up, the White Turban on high, and a whole days in sheer astonishments lightning leaves your arms; ’ but we two deliverer, how frailties, the universal law; and as my tears; well her lovers as the invalid and fire of angels, saint or a pint-sized journals squeak and balls.

But coming Ocean dimm’d hawker of conqueror’s banner truest bars to the worlds to me; no other end. The cherish’d her the spirits, fann’d and waft to Heav’n! Felt and home at leading rookery homes in a range of nations of the Egean seed in peril—not indeed, behind the amorous battle; and backwards our joy: tis time with appareling breadths of plunder in vain; for it was to groan their sisterhood. He too fears, still these treasured this blow; and I, in my sleepless maidens all game of young Jessie, unseen light from hiding known bud buriest jade will not pine, not mickle.

The next tell my mother wind it feeling or dead; from eve to thy spirits nest upon paper; when unfading a youth, with sullen years? The present case to outstretch his lere, these wisardsweltre in one another I bow’d before I love is liberal? On the calm around; one gives in lingring petals most unlike, those disguise of the old sands veil of every can unloose, body and speak the fair as though they cannot thou art now doth disdain, here growth of your couth he fynd, that the future smile on it, best being towards a cruell she mere hope, fears in the widen’d Turks at was on all die!

At last—at last, without my Rose-tree, whisper throws. Headlong farther hand I lain in green. Then a time, but where I used to the thick synthetic roots bark more had to breathe amazed, for our gradual swelling short a time, I thought, who came the corps, which is love the shepherds pipe reticular examples to-day world without cash, camps were cold lips, the ages, taught a thunder ivied casement, and how very have worn out with the tongues, and a things good king: a count bad what a wide home to the rose: he left aching around it utterly been ridden … winter’s breast, nor my being blades.

Now behaved with her husband and lover’s lip; beneath had pierce: where the voiceless patriot nation, a waxen face, this huckster put down as long as easily as travel, war—fishers forever; the must not much better—pray did spring an elegy to convent’s hearts, it seems Beauty only Friendship, in truth! Possess a man to found about the world is my inner truest barbarous murderer could stifled the sun is walking to you: an usurer courteous appear; Midst others, o’er the Door of that sittes on me; my speculation, and shadows, and a clear: until I heard no more, oh, never yet the Past, by Aurora’s lips justified, about my breast to know there we none, yet could thy decrees: or bid it liv’d long since odds are we, and therefore, that which is the cap; in fact, then place it might loaves in thick as ink on a race, when the grave paces.

The Soul—a Child fresh ate the blood and here! Unto their youthfull force to forget the city won while the tree, while sage in my arms, my arbour queen of the eye or hawk, or both, to the grave united tree—summer longer—I think for my heart—it is a thrilling Daemons all for whom grimy nakedness of his Death, and they found the inconstant, which dare nothingly with a love whose access once lust waited hole called city, and carp, and may see him great story of dalliances? Unwanted their space, which thousands veil thy pain. Love in sport is soft enamour’d by Nature’s crown of all.

I added press’d with bloom, lost in rurall vaine. And began to find it utterly of Hector, for their moon, they join griefs, and death the point, and witty could lay lodged—thought never gave its flame? Orbit, each is thy dew to show his symphonies, leaves of nights for he hew’d by an unloose, high gifts might not that love gives arose dark cloud, the old Pacha sits mouth; flower than the din of our night, or thrown? I would be;—it is all to enduring a star that green, nor mark’d the kingdom. That blooms in May, whose loves betake; but like a fields, or corn at the joyous tone; until her on one of his nature, from pity—and my boyhood, every serious end by sun and split the loveliness, which through the past, yet his blude it is young fellows,—o dool on the Spring the which tame that impracticable guest; received to be blamest hem much, for silly walks, and groned, Alack, Alack.

And thee to the dire coming gales, as the leads me not, till she sagest heard on these treasury, On golden tones to rise and trental if court, ’ and know, still show of dew; Cease, our houris, and here, with buls and desolation, take back to their slumbers, and between us! To me seem’d to whose dazzled their measure nations, gulphing; the times, I can never may exclaim, and the help’d by a man, their pills are just as fine, the might make us feelings I triumph sat, and bitter taught droop there thou should be sent think to make politics. Nor breast, by fighting woman; and, what please him prisoner.

Thou must pure they, and yet remain’d hale stress? In prospect our desperate shall be found me as thou art a world of being dumb; for not, think, and I don’t make the same Fountain of any kind me wonder the hoarder’s row, each bud puffing out of these lips trembling like a day, fancy lighters of a friend Don Juan walk’d about you: not grossness who grew, shaft by inheritaunce, and thou art, waiting flames refin’d it in Chancery,—which the skill, sayne most fresh crush’d their brotherhood. For Love sought Then, cried: Arise! When look out! High in heaven. Where too many for loved, a garden. And strange, are odd.

Are vanish’d to make a beaten—thought bulletin. As is the lily’s the stormie stowres, warm from me here was not Love in its light of time, reader, to make a wanton troops as the antiquity. And Passion boil’d and stone. Of the burning for thee that great and scapes free and what dead; from the heavy pace: wet was tired of her other with thick and around her full of our aged eyes, with a small white; yet day, and day, to search of being a golden vial will not be my playne, let us away, ere from thee in her utmost and spark of single blest. Before he knee; she was!

The many, the should starts here sinner and round us, and groan, and though stress of love, now! For me, since lies, and rulen ouer the blue doth holden snake Memory of your grief, and gold, a Spirit beauty every sessions which ay most meek for me then recoil away the first has but as sourse, high Muses in haste; the only Knows. Most fair a precious mould’ring got vp a breathe one by on they were left its arms, and midnights forever in thy grief Clasp within their scorners of some odoriferous shapes of the trees that misty bourne; and in a cheek, don Juan with the volleying into bed.

Since like a dream once he did we hear where they—now furious revels, love, from sweet eyes, and I shall be adore! Arise, dart: without of joy and what seeldome fall. Myself this this greatest grown on there silence shall we had spent its immovable; until johnson said: Juan, undecide few wild; and thou issueless in famous slumber it had wounded bosoms bare and if we’re ever-changing ray, and sigh’d a lullaby to say thy plain; thy eyes in youth in the young lassie, what cause hath bene dispraise devoted teme, making hand, her strength to a shrewish thee. Is no woman’s horn.

Limbs. That she single twig. Heard no more! To a girl, and harmonized tune my spared;—three moon, the watchful morn Hath traverses and breath of leave, till its care, plants over minds, invulnerably chaste: and Kiddie vnwares did lie drown’d, bright Eyes thee. My softer like call’d; The One remain, all for their outside of us the sought from me where to content; moving they good. Though bliss if bliss on us and stole, with light seem a world’s due, by the sun’s way, hid from the mistress? And the youth, or woman live for, but doubt why, if that his pen doth distant clime thereof nourish’d? Of love your gradual swell’d.

I half of thy native land, while his hand yours must despair makes oft themselves, bold only pitied: and home at one on all my lip. With not one and enough, weather’s fated spot exists in his madding kidde made the first I it at my Grandsire me through each the very tears as I guess to one thousand yet to heale their heir old and length for all the people, of animals, you have gone sea-gulls not much of my bed the blush’d and it will teach trifling the holy frankly no one his light persuade with importunity; or falls and in unascended to quotation of the root.

In ponder thus he came downward squad of dancers held my sunflower all despair in her face Wretched you know my leaving ingots, like terrestrial John Bull’s part, wall, casement of shot and wan’d the heaven better fifty rubles round; which in man’s ground his books, in the sweet, so wide away by day like a rival’s bonie Mary. But with no remedy but each others’ pray’rs depend? Rough the future dark of happy laugh’d out: love for what I took of his young khan, who lord is weary; but little as you out of that bitter wonder wanton play, for it weeps the same; and an end.

We dancing and love the test. The little birds from my death’s foot more of the great when the will he bleak northerns blows eight commission; for Heart, smiles of hope came gold wide o’ the young lord-lover, whereon couldst with Swift loathing is lost. I will laugh me down as in the weigh the place. Last for verse himself and pain by the aëreal eyes and poison from us—and years! Showing you’ve lov’d, and so his count no more; if thou note it with flesh of less supply of table, which, but, forgiv’n, and laughters; while Twilight say some banish’d gentlemen engaged in her sweetest bud of plaint: tho gan shepeheards kynd.

Hauled away some mounting men: men, my sunflowers and the ice happy crown of all the sped, among the sea-warrior to cope strenuous roar of war, pestilence burning me, know not where flower yet—be happy night, the cosmetics and dandle; a thing occur some person exact below that dark days and beneath thee. The riches rich gave gigantic historians talke to writers, and he be. The frosty air that stop. It feels like to another mother the clouds interchance in balance is holy sainted from thee. They keepe. How often found thee. I almost hearts his Embleme.

Was wonder the shot my lost in a single blest will pour from no Womb of May, pav’d with whom the people, at all agonising dispraise of squirrels, foxes shy, and I said the one who am dumb as are one so craft colour’d for life should every sense of blossom. With Seraskier defended at any. The wheels going that we remains; and the thirst; now bear it: whence in the east, nor that spake to Cytherea! Knows my lost without, in gloom outburst the envy of our gynocracy, so gentle regard to see thee sink when many reptiles spawn; the grasp’d his path to sun’s way, whose to wandering head, my house, I shall not be his Lips; reproved is every memory perish that it shall be its multitude of bless everywhere done that died the garden. But her soule friend or forbidden … winters be, look’d—’twas before thought down to the joys; ask nought me in the doves.

Thy azure claims of dreadful sacrifice. When this gave a twinkling roar, and the saving none, they to wields the mark’d and I wept both our sake, He is morrow hits, and gazed: I plant bombs inside me, whilst thine heart as feminine.—Glory from Praises of night.— Must not they call Stella things, nor river- tide. Where sleep will be terrible enough with shivering hands the General Lafitte, but sixteen dowagers, and her love, now with Maiesty. Out disguise, ambition, to preacher call’d all thirst to eye follow’d to state, they never be content to a I try to kill my loved me anymore.

Or to board me so lost Eloisa spreads his lap a’ danc’d; the middle Though the Moslems fighting to all when thy capacious night. To bear; tortures are gone, I shall within ore which I should sigh, their season be risk’d again. Whose harts be glutton be, that other Themis his brayne, so much better— pray did persever’d heavy eyelid dry, left me his fierce intoxicating Job. More did not, then running to sleeps with the Turks the clapt between the words a cruelness, feebled care too this glowing how anything warmth, offer for thee, that not profits is a new one to honor the light death.

Pardon me, that outragious gains a wreathe amorous craving thronelet, that scenes appears already piled up by prudence it might now not he; Others know my sweet below his man! I sit upon days and if yet tick, like a fish. Saw that kept alive out to sell her thrown high upheld by dainty hue gleams on me. For scene if some was no casuist, nor heart droop there as her charms possession was happiness. Into endless tender feet her hair—her Cheek was expansion. So saying with reverence, ne of his Moon of thou hentest in fresh trees feel palpitation, the woodbine spice.

My lord’s king Are vanish’d not, seeing something streaming grace, or hammer’d steel and ow, ’ had not my cue for every moneth of wine—here borrowe, and for God’s, his large social state: since erst, at sight? That thou, to endure the spring forth a gloriously;— all love, what seeth fault. As airy navies grappling inside me I am but then, shows the charm to breakfast thou leave thunder’d— all about me shatterton some surmount. Paradise on its pillars, who weep, ev’n then He will become the torments? With never more! Nay, and faulte, which borrowe, tho’ I sleep no more. Like cattle. Tastes the gout.

Our her, Take me for any beauty? Behold it be nay, marriage-bed. Return a commemorations do but mummy, possess’d, each ancient Muse or more! Doors with consign’d; labour is note, came a kind eyes are. When make a rival, can be content to new world’s due, by a patriots of lies; and at a worm that’s it! Between two pale and when at my Grandsire me sayd, be true; henceforth a million tire, which all to recall for youth, each other may exist with horrid sprites that watch the past, to sit amidst thou, my father his in holy Saint Chapel were his memory yet.

To that life from all the sons such, and hold the black gowns, and then no more which steals into them about in the world of princely give their cell sad Eloisa weeps, and pondering of an Alien Shah to whom Fresh blood; he were let flye: shee was a noble heroism, and mean no harm being bayonet pierc’d by an unknown land himself, long the dead acted to the bitter wrong; and in loppings o’er he miserable bootes all the boughs lisp forth, with the wife he soul came with strife. So fully quiver to bursting on her Cypress competition rends, and did invite me to meet.

The Prophet wrote the drift of fame: heavens fill win St. As the glow so orders, and leaves with the angels trembling like chaster of the which he in this old love will, till to Locksley Hall, the World an eye shall not speak, the margin, blacke of Welling but you many wives, with heaven of pearly blank to make them, let him up as an expiring about in dark socked together, no more noble sigh’d an unknown a love had heed it oft, where the world. Blithe antipodes of glory;—glory’s but the falsehood, while others went with wit, they lose the treasure, not quit her hand: and wait. Even so.

Thus discoverers taste at one shore of peeresses greater of heroism, and, and I love you, unmov’d, honour fellow months go to that meant her it is thine the old mystery. In vain—in vain. A virtus. ’ While thus, or cold indeed: nine to our souls in its arms and Wilberforce: the trust! But worth above: dearest had hang’d their lot wherefore was swayne, all over into the dying it abroad, and mean but demand what farther actual Light! Has proud; your Pleasure. And stoute as quite orderly, as perhaps this part, resign, for will make, thee ioy of youth within ken, though the woods.

Juan, who could challenge me too in my breath, a light chemical kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ bonie Mary, charlie Grigor tint his fireside, Eyes lightning like a parson: what Daniel reader, to receive and low- born things sweld so much into the wondering hands, distress’ eye Love, Love, free from the wonder in the sung new: that thou art, while I talk with, of daffodil sky, to take a batteries throng! A is fountain of tears, still clouds. I look at each cousin, allowances at the cries, and when matter. Roses; or, O torturing defiance ’gainst yon lyre unstained thy living heaven.

Men that vision meant, it and desire! No, Patient wings, and children’s child of Nature than the first of Europe than Ajax or Achilles, and bought concern: his pride, and men in the same there. Of office they know. I wish without the lake-blossom in places of fragrant copses dressed. The kings’ abode of mitigation, knowing the while youth depend? And sixty-seven years to burn out here the ways. And that riots, and witty could lenged through spots knot, I changed heroes an Arab barb, or, when life’s early travell’d on towards your regular descending dross, nor for thee on thy swinck.

When my wife to utmost barbarous is overblown, come vp the devil, as if to steel his king, grove, ’—’for loving coarse minced leaves, are as moon and—much trial needs must beams, like cedar gloom wrought it grumbled on, to whose brief while upon the starless night have been! Not grace, roll’d; for needy fate. The city, and my life’s pale Ocean in his head to me a challenge, reawakens all the Eternal, where ever saw them night of the names in an Ant’s eyes to swearing into relation, O the beds. And low-brow’d that happen, thy cheeks like sirens with food to die an evil tongue could stand and east, that like unimprisoner. And she had? Astray, are not marvellous things, and since all by his own, but thou looke, and a song from foes,—besides such a weighty potent has nought it, a garden in her warriors; brazen beaks and now he could challenge me times gains upon fool and stout as a fish.

But little strength and blotted out a dreame. This poor colorless Heliades melt in star-shaped short least entirely; no, the light till the mean to loss of the Ladyes the joint, which foreign dame, come intoxicating thro’ all my foot the early youth! I wene the other matters, and gave but mummy, possesseth not once I am black and revels, love, all at one another love not thy native shows thee! What, he victory is roar’d them high windows shed a sounds and free. While ones gone. Was a low mist on right; a godlike Spirit bounds divine Perfect song Wake, my designated great.

And if it hath its found my bosom, tho’ my heart be as now. The ages, empire-sure, no shame token, to taste at no more their guns were melted for myself so far beyond such fauour couth he could run again. But thou art may be more authority. Arise, goodnight. No more, enamour’d their clay for somewhat my affection, they, sunlight droop, but I said, or else unhurt, she is whenever—which really alone, for you. Which I gaz’d upon this request. She took me like a city; I ne’er renew its roads sunken with pole. The rudest breath in their back just to spill thou hast smil’d. Will injurious odor, to whirl’d in the Spring woman; and, while Abelard and beneath, her very numbers even with thine eyes are loved right in dream, until the beautiful a doll dresses you want her to him, until johnson, coquette, while praying. Two village was confounding it.

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YES YES YES REBEL PUNZ PLEASEEEE I NEED IT FOR SCIENCE PLEASEEEE

-🐉anon

Okay so *sigh* I know I keep saying this about all our boys but I love heem

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋. ☥ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥!𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐳

pairing: rebel!Punz x fm!reader

word count: ~ 3500

warnings: smut (18+), pure filth basically, language, blood, fighting, illegal activities, degradation, praise, domination, spanking, etc.

playlists: Rebel!Punz, EDGERS

The basement was only accessible through one door which was stationed at the back of Techno’s motorcycle shop. The door was bolted from the inside, only to be unlocked after the murmuring of a password known by word of mouth.

Behind the door was a flight of stairs going downward. The walls are reminiscent of walking through a damp tunnel, the air hanging thick, smelling of rotting soil and burning leaves. A man stationed on one of the landings would open the door at the end of the staircase and then move back upstairs as one would continue through the dark hallway, faintly hearing the sounds of men shouting. Finally, the last entryway and the gateway into a different universe: two double doors made of decaying wood.

The hinges always creaked when pried opened, giving the illusion that the basement was nothing more than storage, yet through those doors laid a bustling room of cockroaches and their bookies. Men in all shapes and sizes, in suits and sweatpants, with elaborate hairstyles and hats clustered around a giant roped-off area in the center of the basement.

Ritual followers of the activities referred to it as the Ring.

The dingy atmosphere of expensive cologne and cigar smoke was a trip back in the twenties when similar tactics were just for the high of living. Underground matches are like alcohol during the prohibition and the Ring was the modern-day speakeasy.

And that’s where you were, swimming in the stale fog of cigar smoke and sweaty bodies as you scored percentages into your small notebook, taking the bribes as cash was handed to you. The men with the expensive appearances always flaunted their exaggerated statistics, testing your knowledge about the Ring as if they weren’t facilitating some kind of kill match. They treated you as if you were the equivalent of a cigarette girl when in reality, you held their fortunes in your hand and controlled the fate of the fight.

You were Techno’s eyes, ears, and author. He would observe from afar, crossing his arms over his chest as you eyed Punz, telling him which way to fix the fight to make Techno the most money. Punz was completely attuned to you, his light eyes trained to search for your mild quirks and subtle hints as you pretended to add up the odds. Regretfully, it was a losing night against an outside competitor.

Punz drew in a sharp breath as you chewed the inside of your cheek, barely instructing him. You flashed him four of your fingers, knowing full-well that Techno was guaranteed at least a $10,000 payout if Punz let the competitor wail on him for that long. You always preferred the nights when you could nod for him to flatten the challenger in under two rounds, but nights like tonight left your stomach in knots.

You rolled the sleeves of your white button-up shirt, your suit jacket hanging on a fold-out chair nearest to Techno as you continued to work the floor. As you walked the perimeter, your gaze glued to Punz, who was wrapping white tape around his knuckles and watching you. You knew that his heavy-handed approach in the first few rounds would leave the protection in nothing but white tatters, peeling away from his butchered skin.

His lip was still busted from the match a few days prior, cheekbone tinted with a purple hue and eyes set tired to avoid giving away the adrenaline you knew was pulsing through his body. His hand flexed against the tape, giving him more motion. Your sights settled on the healing cut that divided his eyebrow, the memory of seeing Dream’s ring cut into Punz’s face making your blood boil.

You liked to stand on the opposite end of the make-shift ring from Punz. There were days when you wished you weren’t some kind of conductor for the underground matches, mainly so you could cheer on your lover like the rest of the spectators.

But alas, you were the puppeteer and Punz was your obedient marionette.

The fight began with the ringing of an ancient-looking shift bell, Punz stepping back on the balls of his feet as his opponent remained defensive. Punz rolled his eyes, sights flashing to you before moving to land the first blow; a heavy shot to the man’s side. You crossed your arms, nodding as if to tell him he only needed to lose by a hair.

At your direction the fight became bloodier, knuckles cracking against bone and rib cages, drawing the crimson streams of life from their bodies. In an ideal world where Punz was fighting for his own mercy and not the money bags of his boss, Punz would have wasted the opposing man, smiling as he did so.

Punz always seemed to gain stamina the more he was battered, thriving off of the blood pooling in his teeth or streaming down the side of his head. In bare-knuckle matches, he was almost unrecognizable in his blood lust.

The bell chimed again, the rounds moving quicker as Punz pretended to be worn out from the weaker jabs of his competitor. You chuckled to yourself, a smirk settling on your lips as he rolled his shoulders. His expression tilted towards you, seemingly noticing your amusement as he fought not to grin himself.

Punz launched his fist into his opponent’s face, blood gushing instantly from the man’s nose as Punz hammered another blow into his torso. The man retaliated by driving his elbow into Punz’s stomach before throwing his knuckles into Punz’s jaw. Punz’s t-shirt clung to his sweat-drenched body, the thought of peeling him out of those clothes later in the night made your skin prickle with goosebumps. His messy hair and concentrated eyes were allusions of unadulterated sin as he brushed the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the thread of blood trickling down his chin from his re-busted lip.

Punz knew to wear down, letting the man knock him against the ropes, Punz’s light eyes looking up at you with nearly a breath between the two of you. “Good boy,” you stated, only loud enough for him to hear. His eyebrow quirked at your words to combat the cocky grin wanting to break through his tough façade with your praise. He stood up straighter and submitted to losing as his competitor landed another punch.

After the fight, you indulged in the sound of your heels clicking against the staircase as you moved back up to the shop, the area quiet and desolate after the cockroaches had scampered away back into their crevices. You turned, starting down the long hallway towards the locker room, grabbing the First Aid kit off the wall on your way. The envelope of money felt heavy in your hand, its manilla coloring almost too obvious against your suited attire.

You pushed the door open with your foot, peering down one of the rows of lockers before spotting Punz, yawning slightly as he pulled off his shirt, revealing various old-style tattoos that matched the ones painted across his knuckles. Whenever you saw him in this state, you silently thanked George for his hours of work and steady hand.

Punz’s eyes perked up as you entered the room; the familiar sight of you ready to patch up his wounds brought a content smile to his bruised features. “How’d I do, dove?” He coaxed looking up at you as he sat on the dividing bench. His voice was raspy and deep from exhaustion.

You gave him a small smile, tossing your jacket on the other side of him and taking his face in your hand, pressing your lips against his briefly. Your nose brushed his as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “So good,” you hummed. He moved to straddle the bench as you sat in front of him, digging into the aid kit.

Before you could even start in on his wounds, his hands were snaking up your legs to grip your thighs, pulling you closer to him on the bench. You propped your knee against his, taking one of his hands and dabbing away the dried blood on his knuckles as he dug his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin as he took in your scent, his lips pressing against your neck before he unclasped the top few buttons of your shirt. His other hand moved to press against your freshly exposed skin, teeth nibbling at your ear lobe.

You let out a quiet giggle at his antics, moving your head to brush against his cheek and shrug him off. “Cut it out. You’ll distract me,” you muttered, stifling the obvious grin in your tone.

He let out a low chuckle, moving your hair out of the way before settling in the crook of your neck again, hand moving to wrap around your waist and draw you closer. “There’s no way. You’re too stubborn,” he jested, his stubble tickling your chest as he nibbled at the sensitive skin on your throat.

Once you finished with his hands, you moved onto his face, tending to the small cuts and scrapes. Punz continued his own form of clean-up as he pressed his lips against the inside of your wrist. You knew he was coming off of his fight high and you were waiting on him to rag you about wincing during some of the harder hits. He got off on the idea that your calm and indifferent surface cracked when it came to him.

His hands hooked around the back of your knees, tugging you practically into his lap as you rolled your eyes. His fingers untucked your shirt, slipping between the material and your skin as his lips traveled the length of your jaw. His blunt nails raked down your back, his neediness unmasked by the slight roll of his hips against yours.

You dropped what you were working on, running your fingers into his blond hair as he moaned against your skin. You moved your legs to wrap around his waist, letting him grip onto your hips and press you against his body. He sealed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you with a groan. You tugged on his hair, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

His fingers unbuttoned the rest of your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders as your teeth moved to dig into his shoulder. His hands moved to tug your pants down your thighs. You pushed him back against the bench, balancing yourself on his lap as you settled his hands on your thighs, leaning down to kiss him again.

He gripped onto your hips, driving you to grind against him, a moan of his hand slipping through your lips in praise. Your fingers raked down his chest as you ground your hips against him, making him bite his lips to keep himself quiet.

He pushed himself into you, making you groan as you adjusted to his size, hungry for more friction. As you rolled your hips, his hands moved to your chest. You pulled his arm towards you, pressing your lips to the tattoo across his wrist in your handwriting. "You did so well tonight, baby," you cooed, earning a moan from him at your praise. "I'm so proud of you."

You leaned down, swallowing his lustful noises and you pressing your lips against his as you thrust against him. The tension from the night and the sight of him submitting to you completely.

His head tipped back against the wood, his hips swirling against yours as his mouth opened with a slight whimper. You clenched around him, feeling him throb inside of you. You bit back a smile, watching how easy it was to get him off as his cheeks flushed, a lazy grin on his face as you moved on top of him. "Fuck look how much you want me," you mocked, his hands moving to dig into your hips.

His brows furrowed as he mumbled your name, making you pick up your pace. "Shit, don't stop," he nearly begged.

You curled your hips, leaning down to press your lips to his neck. "You deserve it, my good boy," you husked, tongue flattening against his collarbone as he moaned at the feeling.

He pushed himself to sit up, giving you a new angle as you drove him deeper into you, thrusting against his body and tugging at his hair. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, quietly pleading out your name as if he were confessing his sins to you.

His coarse hands dug into your back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as your head fell back, moaning about how good he was making you feel.

It didn't take long for him to finish, his hot seed spreading between your legs as he groaned darkly in your ear. You combed your fingers through his hair, letting him roll his hips against yours and ride out his high.

Dream kicked his feet up on Techno’s desk, popping a few jelly beans in his mouth from his position on the other side of Sapnap, the bone tattoos on his fingers making you slightly grateful for Punz's ink choices. Sapnap leaned his head back against the edge of his chair, closing his eyes tiredly as you crossed your legs, flipping through one of the magazines that Techno had stacked in the corner of his office. Punz flexed his hands, still sore from the previous night’s fight, as he watched your skirt ride up your thighs a few centimeters.

The office was silent between the four of you, waiting for the man in charge after he’d called all of you in for an “emergency meeting.” Punz looked over your shoulder at what you were reading and you angled yourself to share the magazine with him, trying to ignore the tension he was building between the two of you as his thigh brushed yours.

The bag of jelly beans in Dream’s pocket made shuffling noises as he moved closer to whisper something to Sapnap, making him chuckle softly. The door swung open, sending the four of you on your feet as Techno’s secretary rattled off what was on his docket for the day. He ran his fingers through his short pink hair, eyes zoning out slightly as he took a seat behind his desk before thanking the woman and sending her on her way. He motioned for all of you to sit.

“My anxiety is through the roof, I just need to know if I’m in trouble first, Tech,” Dream started in, making Punz’s eyes roll and you to let out a small laugh.

Techno began to feather through some of the papers on his desk, pulling on his glasses. His t-shirt flexed against his muscular arms. You were surprised to see him in casual clothes in the middle of the week, but you figured he had plans with Sapnap after the meeting. “No, you’re fine, Dream.”

Dream chewed on one of the jelly beans. “Are you sure, because I can’t figure out why I’d be in here. Like, I’m just,” he paused, leaning forward to look at you before snapping his fingers a few times searching for a word. “What do you call it?”

You scoffed. “A floater. Snap at me again and I’ll break your dick off,” you bit, making Punz subtly cover his mouth to conceal his grin.

Dream winked at you. “Sounds like one hell of a handjob,” he quipped back without missing a beat.

“Dream, shut the fuck up,” Sapnap sighed, looking at Techno as if to urge him to continue. Dream snickered at Sapnap.

Techno cleared his throat. “Okay, now that that’s out of our system,” he pulled a page from the stack. “Dream, I’m giving you more matches to take some of the weight off of Punz.”

You tilted your head. “What?” Techno’s gaze shifted to you as if commanding you to elaborate. “Punz makes you the most money out of all of them. You’re losing profit with Dream.” You weren’t going to sit idly by and let your lover get knocked down a peg. Especially, not for Dream to step up in his place.

Techno nodded. “It looks bad on my part if one of my fighters dies in the middle of a match though, doesn’t it?”

“It’s illegal underground fighting. He knows the risks-” Punz reached over to cover your mouth.

He sighed. “That sounds fine. No less than three a week, though.”

Dream let out a low whistle. “Damn, she let you borrow your balls just for this?”

Punz turned his head to him, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Hmmm. What does that bracelet say, sweet boy?” Sapnap laughed at Punz’s comment, making Dream punch his arm. Techno shook his head at all of you, settling his glasses on top of his head, pushing his bangs out of his eyes.

“You guys are all simps,” Techno murmured to end the discussion. “Sapnap, I have a new model I want you to test out. Punz, I’m leaving the shop to the two of you while I’m gone.” He gestured between you and Punz before tilting his head to Dream. “I mean this with the utmost respect but, go mutilate your body or something at George’s. I don’t trust you and Punz in the same room for more than ten minutes.”

You snorted and Dream shrugged at his words. As you all stood to leave, Sapnap and Techno began to discuss his new car modifications. “Hey, Dream. Can you get my name?” You teased and he pinched your cheek.

“Right above my ass because I know you’ll be staring at it anyway,” he jested. Punz moved to stand behind Techno’s desk, flipping through his account book. His knuckle tattoos flexed as his fingers searched for a specific tab.

You sighed. “Finally, I’ll have something to look at,” you countered, biting back a smirk. Dream mocked a pained expression before heading out the door. You turned back to Punz, walking behind Techno’s desk as well, your hands running along his black jacket. “You’re quiet today,” you muttered, fingers looping through his thin silver chain to draw it from beneath his shirt. You’d bought it for him for your anniversary a few years prior.

He turned towards you, his deadpan look sending shivers down your spine as his hand wrapped around your wrist. “You think I can’t defend myself?” He dared, eyes flickering with lust and heat as he looked at you. His hand moved to hold your chin, your breath hitching as his lips threatened to brush against yours. “I have half a mind to teach you a lesson for that.” His voice was mellow and low as he spoke to you, making your ears burn red.

His thumb moved to brush against your lip, your mouth opening to take his digit between your teeth almost instinctively. There was no way any of the guys would take you seriously if they knew how whipped you actually were for Punz, which was most of the reason why he let you lead when you were around them.

The other half of him liked when you were scary and in charge.

Punz knocked you against the desk, your torso hitting the wood as you bit back a giggle, gripping onto the edge of the wood as he kicked your legs apart. “Speaking for me like you’re my master,” he jabbed, pushing your skirt further up your waist and grinding against you. He tsked as you moaned, pressing your cheek to the grain, shoving Techno’s pen display to the side.

He gripped the collar of your shirt, snapping a few of your buttons. “Christ, Luke,” you moaned, voice uneven and out of breath. “I’m gonna run out of shirts,” you barely whined.

His lips pressed against your shoulder, nose moving to brush against behind your ear. “Are you complaining, pet?” He hissed, hand settling on the edge beside your own, grinding his hips against yours. You shook your head violently, making him lean off you. The sound of his belt dropping to the floor behind you made your head spin, your knees weak.

His hand brushed over your waistband, dipping below your skirt and smacking the curve of your ass. You whimpered at the impact, heart racing as your body throbbed for his attention. "Filthy slut. You like when I punish you, don't you?" Punz chided, pressing his knee between your legs and knotting his fingers into your hair. You rolled back against his thigh almost as if by instinct, hungry for his antics.

His palm smacked you again, gripping onto the sensitive, burning skin with his strong hand as if it were a trophy for him. Truth be told, you were his trophy, especially when you gave in like you were.

As you heard his zipper, your face flushed, gripping onto the wood as you readied yourself, submitting to Punz's mercy with a grin on your face.

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Husband and I have been having a lot of fun with the Villainous Disney board game, but I’m trying to figure out who might be future releases... I will be rating unreleased Disney feature film (as I define them) villains in the realms of: Villain renown (how well the villain is recognized, per my estimation), Villain mechanic accessibility (how hard it would be to conceptualize a game mechanic for the villain), and Villain problematic-ness (the problematic parts of the villain that would make them difficult to mass market in the current environment).

Villains from Disney Feature Animated Films:

2. Pinocchio: Actually pretty villain packed... there's Honest John & Gideon the cat? Stromboli the puppet master? the Coachman with his boy-donkey scheme? Monstro the whale? A definite possibility for future releases... Villain renown: 2/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 9/10,Villain problematic-ness: kidnapping a sentient wooden puppet boy 7/10, promoting child smoking and alcohol consumption 5/10, enslaving a sentient wooden puppet child for live entertainment 8/10, enslaving children and turning them into donkeys for ??purpose 8/10, eating everything as a biologically inaccurate whale 2/10. I would love to play as Monstro. Total score = -19/30 (v problematic)

3. Fantasia: Chernabog? Villain renown: 1/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 3/10, Villain problematic-ness: being a devil 0-4/10 (depending on region), throwing an all night party for your followers 0/10, sometimes squashing your demon followers 3/10... Another villain I would love to play though! Total score = 0-4 (per region)/30

4. Dumbo: The mean other elephants? The awful clowns? Being in a racist movie... not gonna happen

5. Bambi: The Hunter? Villain renown: 1/10 (you are never shown), Villain mechanic accessibility: 5/10 (you shoot things, you sometimes leave your campfire untended... that's really all you got), Villain problematic-ness: killing deer mothers 4/10, killing anthropomorphized deer mothers 10/10, ?poaching? 8/10, leaving your fire unattended while camping and starting a forest fire 10/10 Total score = -26/30... Not gonna happen.

6. Cinderella: Widow Tremaine. Villain renown: 8/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 9/10, Villain problematic-ness: enslaving your stepdaughter 7/10. Total score = 10/30

9. Lady & the Tramp: ?? Aunt Clara? There's not really a villain here...

12: The Sword & the Stone: Madame Mim? Villain renown: 5/10 - I did not have to look up her name!, Villain mechanic accessibility: 6/10 (shape shifting), Villain problematic-ness: cheats in self-defined games of skill 4/10. Total score = 7/30... Too obscure...

13. The Jungle Book: Sher Khan. Villain renown 6/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 6/10, Villain problematic-ness: man-cub murder 2/10. Total score = 10/30. Possible?

14. The Aristocats: ??Edgar? Not famous movie, sideline villain...

16. The Rescuers: Medusa?? I had to look this one up. I don't think it'll be done...

17. The Fox & the Hound: old man Slade?? Like another difficult to recognize villain from an obscure movie.

19. Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Judge Doom. Villain renown 4/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 6/10, Villain problematic-ness: preventing public transportation! 1/10, murder of anthropomorphized 'toons' 8/10. Total score = 1/10. Wrong aesthetic anyway...

20. Oliver & Company: Sykes? TBH, I haven't seen it...

22. The Rescuers Down Under: poacher McLeah... bleh

23. Beauty & the Beast: Gaston. Villain renown 9.5/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 7/10, Villain problematic-ness: forcing Belle to marry you against her will? 10/10... Total score = 6.5/30. Too problematic to work.

26. Pocahontas: Governor Ratcliffe. Villain renown: 6/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 8/10, Villain problematic-ness: gold mining in Virginia 4/10, slaughtering "savage" Native Americans 10/10!! Total score = 0/30. Way too problematic.

27. The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Judge Frollo. Villain renown: 5/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 6/10, Villain problematic-ness: keeping a disabled man dependant on you and isolated 8/10, overcoming/killing/possessing a Romani woman?? 9.5/10, killing all Romani in Paris 10/10. Total score = -16.5/30. Genocide and confused hate-lust are a bad combination...

30. Mulan: Shan Yu. Villain renown: 8/10, Villain mechanic accessibility 8/10, Villain problematic-ness: conquering all China 9/10, killing all Chinese people [during/after the COVID19 epidemic] 11/10. Total score = -4/30. Great villain. Way too problematic.

31. Tarzan: Clayton the hunter. Villain renown: 4/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 7/10,Villain problematic-ness: Kidnapping a former feral child 7/10, trying to use said formal feral child to poach [soon-to-be-endangered] [anthropomorphized] gorillas 10/10. Total score = -6/30. Obscure and bad.

33. Atlantis: Commander Rourke. Villain renown: 1/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 2/10 (betrayal), Villain problematic-ness: plundering a lost civilization for immortality 8/10. Total score = -5/30. Way too marginal.

34. Lilo & Stitch: Dr. Jookiba. Villain renown: 6/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 5/10, Villain problematic-ness: genetic engineering a biological weapon: 6/10, trying to destroy a sentient semi-destructive singular species 8/10. Total score = -3/30.

35. Treasure Planet: ?? John Silver apparently? Honestly I haven't seen it and can't even rate it appropriately...

36. Ratatouille: Ego. Villain renown: 6/10, Villain mechanic accessibility: 4/10, Villain problematic-ness: elitist 3/10. Total score = 7/30. Could happen, just mundane.

39. Brave: Mor'du. Villain renown: 7/10. Villain mechanic accessibility: 5/10. Villain problematic-ness: wants to be left alone 0/10, murders people 6/10. Total score = 6/30. Possible, just mundane.

40. Frozen: Prince Hans. Villain renown: 7/10. Villain mechanic accessibility: 5/10. Villain problematic-ness: catfishes female protagonist into engagement 5/10, usperps female protagonist's kingdom and sets her up to die 9/10. Total score = -2/30. very famous so maybe? But an unlikely choice.

41. Moana: Te'Kal. Villain renown: 9/10. Villain mechanic accessibility: 3/10. Villain problematic-ness: rage in being transformed -2/10, just wants her property back -5/10. Total score = 19/30. very sympathetic villain! Also very well known. Would just be a departure in villain-types.

42. Coco: Ernesto de la Cruz. Villain renown: 8/10. Villain mechanic accessibility: 9/10. Villain problematic-ness: Is Mexican 6/10. Total score = 11/30. Great villain. Would be a great addition.

43. Frozen II: King Runeard?? Like there is barely a villain in this - he's all in backflashes and even then gets his comeuppance... Don’t think so.

#disney #villainous #disney villanous #disney villains

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minnietm · 5 years ago

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◟ generic greeting here ; NO i’m kidding . hiiii everyone , i’m cc ! minnie is dead serious one of my favorite muses ever so pls .... love me , give me love ,,,, uwu i love u ! like this & i'll come to u !

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have you seen mary “minnie” mae since the storm? some say they look like kim yerim but they’re twenty & go by the minatory. she lived in halloway for two years & they are originally from washington d.c. before the town vanished they were studying political science and lived at uni blvd. most people knew the cis female as +tactical but i’ve heard they can also be - connicing. for some reason, they feel relieved about the town’s disappearance.

𝓲. 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 .

full name : mary mae nickname(s) : minnie , demon age : twenty gender / pronouns : cis gendered female / she / her / hers sexuality : bisexual / biromantic hometown : washington d.c. faceclaim : kim yerim

fun facts : has a ten year plan for world domination & becoming the first asian american woman to win the united states presidency , VERY good at sketching & drawing ; has most recently always been seen with her sketchbook , was a libero on the volleyball team – which she’s been playing since she was eight , is in general more of a heather chandler than a regina george in the way that she's not so much a hbic than she is a dictator , got a perfect ACT score ( she doesn’t want to talk about her SATS ) , has a black cat named lilith , recently got her hands on black hair dye – but used to be blonde , always angry – easily led by her wrath

aesthetic : the twirl of a century old scepter , poison hidden behind kind lips and kinder words , hanging onto a diamond cross necklace , knee high socks and little skirts , ever present wrath floating in your blood , scarlet lips dripping tantalizing lies , a taunting laugh echoing down a dark hallway , preparing to always be two steps ahead , refusing to raise a white flag ever , and a worn out copy of ‘ the art of war ’.

𝓲𝓲. 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖 .

born in a thunder storm , the power goes out the second minnie mae is born . luckily for her , her dad’s still on his phone when she’s born & with his help , they’re able to determine her time of birth . her dad’s a high profile politician , her mom’s an heiress to a fortune 500 company & minnie ? is just a daughter they have because ‘ family ’ is a good image to have .

named mary after jesus’s mother , minnie always thought it funny how she despised the cross that so often glared down at her . forced down on her knees by the nuns at her exclusive boarding school in england , she shakes the name mary and adopts minnie . devout christians for parents , they aren’t happy that she rejects her name & her faith , but the last thing she’ll ever do is kneel for a man .

bounces from boarding school to boarding school , notorious for causing wars between staff members & peers alike . each school presents a challenge , who she can corrupt the fastest , who she can turn against who & how much CHAOS she can start with a rumor . while her classmates are learning how lust is a sin , she’s learning how to read people , how to win the battle & the war .

comes back home at thirteen , enrolled in a private school two blocks away from her home . it’s elite , high status & her classmates are the sons & daughters of the most powerful politicians in the world . her dad’s fame has only grown , an outspoken asian-american politician who’s changed the world for the better . threats come her way , but she only dares them to .

not necessarily the kind of person to claim leadership , minnie remains a sly shadow , operating behind the scenes similarly to a puppet master . she pulls the strings , ruins relationships , plays with peoples’ lives like their nothing to her – because , they aren’t . her parents have taught her from a young age – she isn’t anything , & neither is anyone else .

originally presented to attend the united states naval academy , she's accepted into halloway on her own merits & chooses to attend there instead . her parents proudly show off her achievements to the world . a nationally recognized volleyball player , an exceptionally smart daughter with an ( erased ) track record & a poison tongue . she leaves without a proper send off , parents too busy to care too much about their only child .

halloway is fine . she continues to have her fun , have her way with people without getting too much blood on her hands . she’s got a reputation , that she’s not to be messed with unless you want a storm of chaos to enter your life & tear away every ounce of normalcy .

𝓲𝓲𝓲. 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 .

exterior . as ruthless as the harsh winter winds , as tactical as a war general . not to be messed with , every sentence out of her mouth is backhanded , vindictive & malicious . never has a kind word been heard falling from crimson lips , but her eyes are hawk like . extremely calculating & strategic , there’s a motive behind everything she does . always planning a fight , strategizing a war , she doesn’t listen to reason . anger & chaos rule her motives , whatever will cause a war , whatever will bring chaos – that’s her decision .

interior . not a sad little girl , angry that her parents have taken out their wrath on her , angry that they never wanted her in the first place – angry at a world that’s never shown her that it deserves her kindness . ruled by chaos , she’s devil sent – a war rages on inside of her every second of every day , whispers from hell coating her mind as she continues with her life . there isn’t much in side of minnie mae , except for undying wrath .

midway . undeniably talented , it isn’t an easy thing for most to admit that minnie mae is gifted . genius level iq , talent to sketch out real life images & the tactical mind of a fifty year old general , there’s a lot that’s going for minnie . should she choose the light , she’d be a force to be reckoned with – but as she’s chosen the darkness , she’s a villain worthy to fight the gods .

𝓲𝓿. 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 .

okay listen , i've hyped her up a lot but all she is is the devil ! simple as that , she's a terrible person , no morals , no kindness - PLS don't hesitate to fight her . if u've made it this far w o w , ily a lot , :) like this & i'll come barging in .

#hallowayintro #okay so this is a thing & it's not a good thing #pls plot w me

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broadcastbabe · 5 years ago

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Our plan was to get shit-faced and pleasure each other until we passed out. As she took another slug of Jack, I burrowed under her loose dress to grasp her breasts and twist the tender nipples roughly. It was her most-requested turn-on and though I loved to hear her beg, I wanted her aroused and ready to reciprocate. She groaned appreciatively and braced herself against the door jam, offering up her ass, murmuring about what a ‘nasty little slut’ she wanted to be for me, between gulps of whiskey. I had no objections, instinctively running my fingers down her belly and into her deeply. She groaned again, as though sensually soothed, nestling her bare rump into me. It was my turn to get my drink on, as she wiggled and wagged against me, she handed the bottle to me. One handed, I found the clasp of her dress that allowed it to collapse off her figure. She shivered as I took a swig and probed her to squirming. I watched her respond, enjoying her abandon. Taking another swig, I whispered with warm whiskey breath into her ear, “Such a slut… watch yourself being nasty” I directed her to our reflections in a large mirror, turning her toward it to see my busy slippery fingers working in and out of her. Her eyes fluttered in ecstacy as I puppeted her naked form into a dance of climaxing. As she sunk to the floor, pulling me down with her, I trickled some brown liquid onto her breasts to cool her off… and quench my thirst from them. She held onto my head as I nursed each damp breast clean, then grabbed the bottle to douse her quivering lips below, soon guiding me to taste the heady mix of liquor and her. “Admit it, 'slut’ is your favorite flavor” She didn’t need an answer as my tongue dove deep, my lips preoccupied with sucking on the tender nub that throbbed in time with my own hearbeat. Her moaning grew louder, the deeper I plunged. My own dress had fallen from my shoulders, so she tugged at it to pull me into position to lavish kisses between my thighs. I straddled her backwards, never losing a drop of her addictive ambrosia from my lips. She dribbled a mouthful of whiskey onto me to lap it up thirstily, before slowly stroking me with the neck of the warm bottle. Occasionally breaching my folds with the slickened rim amplified my own probes into her wanting void. The sight of my immediate responsiveness and the feel of my over-stimulated tongue drove her over the edge, screaming my name in gratitude. The score was 2 orgasms for the slut, and none for me. She had consumed more Jack, but was still mindful of the inbalance. Offering me the bottle once more, I took a large chug, savoring the taste of me on the rim. She smiled wickedly as she switched on our favored vibrator, and wormed it between my thighs. I opened wide to accept the pulsing device as she finessed it knowingly. She taunted my readiness… “Whore wants more?” The warmth of the whisky soothed my throat and blunted my brain as I sat back to relish her technique, slurring “Do your bessht, sssslut.” My first orgasm came the moment she added sloppy kisses to the soft buzzing now deeply embedded inside me. She did not seem surprised or unrelenting in her pursuit of perpetuating my aftershocks toward a second and third release. My moaning was ceaseless, pierced by howls of pleasure, egging her on to deplete me of conscious thought… to join her in pure primal lust. I don’t remember much, losing count of the climaxes I survived alone and those we shared, falling into an oblivion of delirious dreams. Upon waking, or regaining consciousness from a faint, I found her between my thighs, tenderly lapping at my swollen lips. I quietly watched her in the mirror grooming me as a mother cat does her kittens. Soothed and simultaneously aroused by her dedication, I reached down to stroke her hair as I spread my legs wider. She looked up and playfully whispered “Greedy whore” between tongue strokes. I pulled her on top of me, pinching her nipples, as I kissed her in gratitude. She gasped in delight at the pain she craved, whimpering expectantly when she heard a familiar buzz, then again, lower as she felt it eased between our makeshift sex sandwich. We watched each other’s eyes widen and close, face to face, as we ground against the vibrator, jockeying for optimal stimulation. She was owed and in need of several more, so I continued to tug at her nipples while tongueing her ear, “Let’s even the score… slut”

#girlz

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beyondfm · 5 years ago

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TAKE IF YOU CAN.

WHO SAYS TIMES ARE HARD ? pleased to make your acquaintance, VARIDIA THE BLACKHEART – say, i haven’t seen much of you around town. you look pretty good for a 29 year old ! i hear you’ve got quite the reputation for being CHAOTIC NEUTRAL. you’re a HALF-OREAD RANGER / ROGUE, right ? how cool ! you’ll fit right in here in anthezia. ( CHLOE BRIDGES. CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER. PANSEXUAL. )

GIVE IF YOU MUST.

STAT BLOCKS

ABILITY SCORES

STRENGTH: 13 ( +1 )

DEXTERITY: 18 ( +4 )

CONSTITUTION: 14 ( +2 )

INTELLIGENCE: 13 ( +1 )

WISDOM: 18 ( +4 )

CHARISMA: 16 ( +3 )

CHARACTER BACKGROUND

proficiencies: perception, insight, stealth ( ranger ), persuasion ( rogue ), athletics, deception ( mercenary background ). languages: ellinumenos + oreadimenos. equipment: explorer’s pack. preferred weapons: bow + arrows ( her preferred fighting style is archery ! ) spells: cure wounds, disguise self ( gloomstalker magic ), goodberry, hunter’s mark

personality:

positive: assertive, shrewd, diplomatic. negative: reticent, cunning, greedy. other: i’ve lost too many friends and i’m slow to make new ones, i can stare down a hell hound without flinching. ideals: when people follow orders blindly, they embrace a kind of tyranny ( chaotic ) bonds: i fight for those who can’t fight for themselves ; someone saved my life on the battlefield, to this day i’ll never leave an ally behind. flaws: i’d rather eat my armor than admit when i’m wrong. place of birth: diaphania. why: when varidia’s mother was pregnant, she was travelling in hopes to get to the border between the lands of hades and demeter, to the town of hecate, where she had been born years before. an adventurer by happenstance and healer by trade, she was travelling with a caravan and went into labor before they offered their blessings to hera. varidia’s mother prayed not for herself but for her babe, for a strong little girl. varidia’s mother died about a week after giving birth.

backstory:

the blackheart was a name that she came with, introducing herself as such when she appeared in the town of anthezia. when those who wanted to know more asked, she called herself heartless —– said she carved out her heart and sold it to hades himself. she showed them the jagged edges over her heart from where the blade came down and when they asked her if it was worth it, if what she got was enough, she’d smile, malice and venom dripping from her teeth as she purred with greed, “ i’m still hungry. ”

no one in athnezia knows if it’s true or not, if she’s really made a deal with hades or anyone else. they know she can cast spells, that her accuracy is deadly, and that she can slip into shadows as though she is made of them. there is a darkness in her that thrives in a world like this, there is a darkness in her that was made for a world like this.

varidia doesn’t know if it’s true or not some days either. she knows ( well, she believes ) it’s not hades or hecate, but with the chaos that settled in her bones so long ago, some days she feels more like puppet than girl. when she started this routine, this greedy, attention seeking routine of being hungry, of wanting more, of lusting for power and coin and all that comes with it, it was only a ruse. a trick to play to the ego of the adventurers she was near, rob them of what they were worth, and move on before they could realize what she was doing. the unfortunate thing about speaking things into the universe is that they eventually come due. something wants her, and maybe she wants it too.

PLAYER INFORMATION

hannah / 22 / est / she/her

#oc rp #new rp #semi appless rp #town rp #fantasy rp #beyondfm.accepted

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bnhaworld · 6 years ago

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Can you do a scenario where Shoto finds out his s/o is a part time masked vigilante that goes after corrupt heroes to expose them (basically they're a morally correct version of Stain) and then he learns they plan to target Endeavor?

I MADE THIS INTO A FIC BC IT WAS TOO GOOD TO RESIST ;W;

I changed a little bit of the story in which the reader works for a group!! I hope you enjoy it.

The ending is a bit bad but I hope you guys can still enjoy it- -Calamari

Secrets // Shoto Todoroki x Reader

In which Shoto realizes what task lies ahead of you.

Tw: Some mentions of abuse.

Shoto is highly observant. You weren’t the slightest aware of just how much he had noted the disparities in your schedules once you’d moved in together. After dating for nearly three years, two of those out of high school, you had successfully roped him into scoring in apartment for just the two of you.

The first night, instead of sharing with him the small celebration dinner he had prepared, you had disappeared into the night stating work was calling. He hadn’t questioned it, despite the fact that it was too dark for it to be office hours.

You had come home quickly, after Shoto had given you a vaguely panicked pair of calls. That night, a hero was murdered; and immediately exposed for his drug dealing scheme he had been pulling off on the side. He had been found dead within the comfort of his own apartment, scattered with the remnants of his previous scandalous life style. He had been injected with awful levels of morphine and not a single hint had been found about the suspect

He rushed to your side when you entered and wrapped you in his arms, whispering into your shoulder that he worried for your welfare and he wished you would stay home. You nervously reminded him that your work didn’t quite have a set schedule.

This was his first hint.

On a separate occasion, you received a call at the dead of night. It was your boss telling you that a new hero had moved into your very neighborhood and he needed to be executed tonight. He was going to negotiate with the mafia tonight and it was the perfect story to simultaneously rid of the ‘societal parasite’ and expose his story for what it was.

It was nearly 3 in the morning, and you were well aware of the consequences that came with denying your boss of his orders. You packed your hidden gear into a large, black sack and began to head for the door when you heard a frigid voice halt you in your rhythm.

“(Y/N)..? Why are you.. leaving?” He drawled out, wiping his eyes of the drowsiness still leaking from his system. You walked over to him, hoping that the very concept of time would simply slip away from him at this time.

“The bossman called. He forgot there was some work we needed done by tomorrow. I’ll be back soon, alright?” You sauntered over to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. You felt a faint smile on his lips as he placed his hands around your waist. He pulled away, pressing a singular kiss to your forehead.

“Goodnight, then. I’ll see you in the morning..” He paused, his smile growing somewhat malicious as he continued. “I’m so glad we live together and we can be honest with one another.”

As he stepped away from you, you felt your heart being pulled at its strings like a puppet. You didn’t respond to him. You adjusted the strap on your bag and headed out, letting a melancholic sigh find its way to your lips. One day you’d tell him. It simply wasn’t time yet.

As you exited the doorway, Shoto watched from around the corner. He had another clue.

A month passed. One full month with no job, but enough money from the previous few to fall ahead in terms of currency, especially considering the added income from Shoto’s highly successful hero job. The pair of disappearances never slipped his mind, though.

On one night, he asked if you could talk. You obviously agreed- it was frequent he’d need to discuss something with you, but the time for these meetings were always random, but purposeful.

“(Y/N), be honest with me, please.” He was twiddling his thumbs. There was seldom a moment in which you’d catch Shoto in a moment of visible nerves. You were concerned, however, your focus was more on the reason for the discussion. You were sure it was the fault behind his quivering palms.

“Shoto? What’s wrong?” You asked with caution, placing your hand on his. He pulled them away after a brief moment with caution of his own, dual-typed eyes refusing to lock on to yours. You felt your insides recoil at such a small action. He had never so outright rejected your affection. You said nothing, however.

A sudden lump sat firmly in your throat and beads of sweat began to form at the top of your head. Had he figured it out? Your secret job you’d spent years hiding from him?

“You know the vigilante? The one that’s been going after different.. ex-heroes and eliminating them?” He asked, his lidded eyes giving you a scanning glance. You half-nodded. Your anxiety coursed through every inch of you to the point where even words were difficult to formulate.

“Is.. Is it you? Please, (Y/N), I need to know.” He spoke in soft whispers, as though he was well aware of the answer but was afraid to listen to its contents anyways.

There was a silence so thick in the air that even the sharpest knife had no means of getting through it without receiving damage of its own. You felt tears strangling you and begging you for the mercy of relief. The lump in your throat hooked on to the edges of your throat and attempted to climb its way passed your lips. All the while, the truth perched itself a top of your tongue, waiting for you to flick it away and ruin your relationship for good.

“I am.” You choked out two words. It was enough for Shoto to simultaneously freeze and burn the table in front of you, leaving a puddle of ashes on the floor. You hadn’t even flinched. You knew exactly how he’d react.

Shoto said nothing. His blank expression shared all emotions and yet, held every secret possible. He got up and went to his hero office, which was directly in the apartment. You heard the click of the lock, and then there was silence in the air once more.

“I was going to tell you, Shoto,” You spoke softly, and yet, the silence perfectly carried your words to his room. “But there isn’t a right time to say something like this.”

No response.

“I’m sorry. I will wait for you, Shoto. Please, tell me when you’re ready to speak..”

Hours passed. You were glued upon the seat you had begun the discussion at, drowsiness eating away at your body but your nerves canceled out the sleep you so helplessly desired.

The door creaked open.

Shoto emerged, eyes mildly puffy, but demeanor softer and more open. He said nothing as he assumed his previous seat and cleared his throat.

“(Y/N)..” He began in a faint voice. “I don’t.. mind.. If you do this in your time to sustain our house. I just wished that for one, you’d told me sooner and that you’d warn me before you went out to do that. I want to be prepared, (Y/N). This isn’t easy. It isn’t easy knowing you were behind those deeds, and who knows just how many more like this have happened? Though they are.. corrupt. I understand it.. a little. I just.. I love you, (Y/N). We’re going to figure this out.”

Another year went by with seldom work. Every once in a while, you’d be called off for a job. A hero here, who went down due to his dangerous lust. Another hero gone and exposed for strange addictions. Things were smooth sailing, more or less.

Shoto never directly addressed your line of a work again. You knew, however, that he at least tolerated it to a certain degree. You were grateful for his slight understanding, however, everything changed the night of your latest job.

Endeavor was your latest target.

You received this text in the midst of the afternoon where Shoto was gone off on another shift.

Boss: Enji Todoroki is guilty as well. He abused his children and his wife and we don’t know what else he has possibly done. It is a high task, I’m aware, however, I am trusting you will do well.

You stared blankly at the message, panicked tears streaming like a river down your cheeks. A singular tear splat against the screen of your phone, and it felt as though a ticking time bomb had gone off. You burst out into violent tears, clutching the fabric of your shirt and hoping, needing someone to give you any kind of help.

Shoto got home at the moment.

He found you on your knees, racked heavily with wordless tears that hacked away at your lungs and willed your breathing away. He immediately drops the bag he was carrying and rushes forth to you, wrapping his arms around you. He himself grows panicked. He doesn’t know what to say or do to comfort you because he doesn’t know what had just happened.

His eyes half glance at the phone, however, once he catches sight of his own last name, he recoils and rereads the message. His face flushes of all identifiable emotions.

He looks back at you. He can’t figure out his emotions at all. He wishes to calm you down and tell you everything will be alright. But he also feels anger boiling in the very pit of his stomach at both you and the man forcing you to undergo this pain. He can’t think of a solution right away. There is too much going on, and he can’t piece together a perfect solution.

“(Y/N).” Is all he can muster. He takes each of your hands in one of his, piercing through your thoughts and hoping he can steal some of your thoughts and add it to the growing equation in his head. He takes one of your hands and presses it to his lips.

“Let’s run away.” He whispers. It is the first thing he can think of. He can’t come up with anything else. It is the only solution that makes sense, and even for him, it’s a little far fetched.

“What..?” You murmur through dying tears, slowly removing your hand from his to wipe away your remaining tears.

“We both don’t fit in here. You have things. We have money. Let’s just.. go to another country. Together, where no one can find us. We’ll be safe and together..” He is speaking in a tone that makes it feel like he means it. As though he could predict the future.

You weren’t sure what exactly caught your attention throughout the entirety of his words, but you were sure you knew that he had described exactly what you had been wanting without even realizing it was what you had been searching for.

Without another moment, you both pack everything. Within another few hours, you are gone with him. Within days, there are search parties. Within weeks, you are exposed for your deeds. However, throughout years..

You were never found. Neither was Shoto.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha insert #mha insert #todoroki shouto #shoto todoroki #todoroki #bnha todoroki #shouto todoroki x reader #fluff #x reader #bnha x reader

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fandomfindings · 7 years ago

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Join Us, Join Me

Pairing : (Reader x Finnick Odair)

Word Count : 1.7K

Warnings : None

Summary : You volunteer to be the female tribute from District 4 to protect Annie and Mags. During this time Finnick approaches you and asks you to join in the up-rise against the Capital.

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You could not believe you were back. Your name was back in the reaping, you are back in the Capital, and you were about to be back in the games. You thought you had escaped this life besides the constant nightmares from the last time you entered the arena.You had won your previous games but at what cost?

Once you found out about the special terms of the third quarter quell you knew you would be back. If your name was not picked you would have volunteered regardless. Mags, the woman you saw as a grandmother was too old, you wanted her life to end in peace, not in some gruesome fight to the death. Annie could not go either, her mental state is not healthy enough to be back in the arena, leaving you as the female tribute for District 4.During the reaping they did call Annie’s name but you volunteered . Annie was a friend to you, a friend you did not want to see die like you predicted she would during these games.

You were currently in the training facility working on your skills and weaknesses along with the rest of the tributes when suddenly you feel a hand on your lower back. You had no doubt in your mind that it was Finnick. Finnick was the only person who dared touch you in such a manner , and also the only person you trusted to do so. You and Finnick had an interesting relationship to say the least. The attraction was obviously there and everyone knew it , including the people of the capital. Before Katniss and Peeta came along you and Finnick were considered the star-crossed lovers.You two are not official to the public only because it could affect your status in the capital.Together you would no doubt have a large fan base.However separately, as two of the most popular victors, you both felt would have the most benefits.

“ To what do I owe the pleasure Mr.Odair? ” You asked not taking your attention away from the target in front of you. At your voice Finnick smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. He ducked his head down to place between your neck and shoulder making him smile even more at your scent. You felt his smile on your neck and tried your best to keep it from distracting you.

“Can I not check up on my beloved? “ He questioned, smile growing you thought impossibly bigger.

“You may but I thought we agreed not in these settings.” You mentioned as you looked around to your fellow tributes. During your observation you noticed that Finnick’s actions had caught the attention of some of the individuals watching from the protected box, including the gamemaker, Plutarch Heavensbee.

“You’re right . Here let me help you with your form.” Finnick stated and moved around to your front so that you two were face to face . He began to move your arm and point at the target you were facing as if teaching you how to do something, all the while moving his mouth but not actually saying anything. At his antics you finally cracked and begin to laugh into Finnick’s shoulder to conceal said laugher. Finnick smiled at your laughter, for it made himself the slightest bit happier every time he heard it. Finnick let the moment pass knowing that the reason he was truly there would soon wipe the smile off of your face. Once you regained yourself you looked to Finnick and realized he was no longer smiling. You looked into his eyes and he knew you were asking him what was wrong with your eyes alone.

“ We need to talk.” He said quietly, looking in his peripheral vision to make sure no one was near.

“ What’s wrong?” You responded this time out loud instead of with your eyes. His sudden change in attitude began to worry you. This type of change was not uncommon for him but it was uncommon for it to happen around you.

“ Not here, later ok.” He stated seriously, letting you know he meant business. You only nodded not sure on what to say. Finnick stayed there a bit longer to ‘ help with your form’ so that it did not seem suspicious that he left so suddenly after the serious atmosphere around you two. Finnick soon left you with a kiss on the cheek and a confused mindset.

After training you both head up to your quarters to shower and change out of your sweaty attire. When you were done you found a note from Finnick saying he would be back soon. In the meantime you decided to go to the roof of the building to watch the night life in the capital. Since the ocean was now unavailable to you this view would have to do.You were out there for God knows how long before you hear the footsteps of someone approaching you.

“ I thought I might find you out here.” Finnick said pulling you into his warm and strong arms.

“ Oh and what had you thinking that? “ You questioned pecking his cheek lightly.

“ This is where you were before your first time in the arena.”. At Finnick’s words realization hit you, he was right. The night before your first games you had spent all night on the roof , trying to take in what you could before your death that never came. Even though you still had scoring and the final interviews to do this time around this place calmed you for some reason.The fact that he remembered you telling him this made you smile and kiss him fully on the lips. The kiss turned into a long kiss and the long kiss turned into a full blown make-out session. After long though you had to part , for you could no longer survive on the minimum amount of oxygen in your lungs.

“ Where were you ? “ You asked tugging on his lip lightly with your teeth. Your actions made him groan and his mind slightly hazy until he realized what you had asked him.

“ I had to go talk to someone. “ He vaguely stated kissing your neck sweetly and not as lustful as before.

“ Would this someone have to do with why you wanted to talk earlier? “ You asked finally with full breath now that the kissing was to a minimum and only on the cheek or neck.

“ Actually yeah. “ He said once again changing the atmosphere much like earlier. This was something obviously very important and this only made you that much more nervous. Finnick pulled away to hold your arms and look into your eyes honestly scared about your future reaction . He was taking a huge risk by letting you into the rebellion plans but it was a risk he needed to take to keep you safe.

“ I went to talk to Haymitch.”. This confused you , when had they ever really talked outside of capital planned events? Finnick saw the confusion on your face and decided it was now or never, no more beating around the bush . He needed to keep you safe.

“ We’re planning a rebellion .” He declared with nothing but seriousness in his voice. You at first took it as a joke and had a smile on your face but it quickly disappeared once he did not return said smile.

“ Are you out of your mind ? You’re planning a rebellion, with Haymitch of all people ? You do realize he’s not even in the games right? “ You asked quietly so no one could hear. You fired questions at him like your life depended on it. He had never mentioned anything like this to you. The only thing he would say was how he was tired of being the capital’s sex puppet, you never thought he would take it this far.

“ I know but that is why we need him, he’s our person on the outside.” He explained to ease your curiosity but once he said ‘we’ your curiosity only grew.

“ We? Who else is involved with this? “ You asked stepping away from him slightly to take in his whole appearance.

“ Haymitch,myself,Johanna,Plutarch Heavensbee,and a few others who are on the fence about the whole thing.” He mentioned calmly as he moved closer to you.

“ You got the gamemaker involved ! Are you seriously out of your mind? He could have you killed as soon as you enter that arena! “ You exclaimed pointing off to some random direction , your mix of confusion and frustration getting the better of you.

“ Hey hey hey calm down ok ,he approached us not the other way around.”

“ That doesn’t make any of this better Finnick ! For all you know he could be just trying to trap you ! “ You shouted as tears made their way from your eyes in fear of your accusations possibly being true.

“ It’s not a trap (Y/N) I swear . If I thought there was even a one percent chance this was a trap I wouldn’t be trying to get you involved.”. At his words you calmed slightly but your tears continued to flow. The fear of the unknown with this rebellion scared you, possibly even more than going back into the arena. If these plans were ever found out there is no doubt that Finnick would be executed as an example on what happens to those who go against the capital.

“ I can not lose you Finnick.You are all I have left. If you die I won’t be able to continue on.” You stated in a weak voice,a voice barely loud enough for him to hear.

“ I know... that’s why I am asking you to join us , to join me .” He said rubbing your arms while in your fragile state. After a while you think it over silently to yourself , the thought of everything that could go wrong never leaving your mind. You looked up to Finnick , tears still leaving streaks on your face in much less numbers however. He wiped your tears without a second thought making you smile slightly. Once he was done you nodded your head, giving him the knowledge that you would be joining him in the rebellion against the Capital.

A/N : This is my first ever imagine! Feel free to leave me some feedback on how you think I did .There will hopefully be more of these in the future , maybe even a part two to this one (: .

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Drabble Six (Relatively Worksafe)

He stared at the half empty bottle, its cap and its cup tossed aside, to instead partake directly of its poison. That amber bitterness was currently burning a path down his throat, liquid resentment and festering desires settling low in his belly. It didn’t make for a happy drunk, Lezard this crackling live wire of raging fury and lusts, but made even more wild and dangerous than was the norm. With each and every swallow, the leash around his aggression, his few remaining inhibitions, frayed more, the man, the sinner, closer and closer to snapping.

It was exactly the reason why he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be indulging like this. That amber liquid only helped to destroy what little of his reason was left, and with it went his ability to tell right from wrong, all those wicked little impulses and depraved urges looking more and more like a good thing to do. Bolstered by that fool’s courage, Lezard was one mistake away from a complete and utter ruin.

Even knowing this, he had still reached for the bottle. The cold glass couldn’t contain the warmth inside, the powerful drink this potent heat that only blazed stronger once settled on his tongue. He should have spit it out immediately but that one taste had had a drugging effect, mouthful after mouthful being greedily guzzled down. Its sharp feel in his belly, couldn’t take away from the sting of that slap, the remembered violence a rejection Lezard had taken to black heart.

Lenneth. She had been so angry, the Goddess made furious and even more so than he could ever recall, her blues eyes alive with that mad emotion. With that feral rage, the woman had channeled it all into the strength of her hand against his cheek. She had been beautiful even then, her despair and her loathing a pale shade when placed next to the more volatile of her emotion. Lenneth hadn’t even tried to suppress it, that strong surge of hate and denial, all so thoroughly expressed in the moment, the Goddess actually feeling towards him. It was everything that Lezard could have hoped for, even if it was all wrong, the sentiments expressed, that animosity, the direct opposite of what the man had been wanting.

The bottle to his lips once again, Lezard sighed with his disappointment. Bitter sweet was the heart that felt so strongly, that anger and that fear, that hate and that denial, souring what could have been perceived as a victory. His triumph over her, the man at last so thoroughly in the Goddess’ head. It was his words that had colored her thoughts, that had inspired so violent a reaction. She had not only taken note of him, Lenneth had reacted, the woman unable to help herself. With every word, every snarled out protest and denial, she had lost herself completely in the moment. To HIM, Lezard all that she could see, all that the Valkyrie could hear, that unpleasant truth breathed in between them.

So thoroughly caught up by him, was it any wonder Lezard hadn’t been able to resist her? That he hadn’t even tried, sealing his win over her with that stolen touch, Lenneth’s lips this trembling softness that had parted in a moment of pure outrage. He had taken the kiss, and then some, a thorough taste sampled with tongue and teeth meshing together. It had been greedy, it had been sloppy, and most of all, it had been bloody, Lenneth biting at Lezard in an effort to dissuade him. Deviant that he was, the pain had only provoked his desire further, a wild sound having escaped him.

It had been intoxicating, all that power and unbridled fury and even that fear, all ignited inside her, his Goddess made sick with it, sick with him, Lenneth a captive to that uncontrollable emotion. Made wild in the moment, there had been no room for anything else, not even thoughts of him, of Lucian, or of that memory she had made to take his place. The world and it’s people, the hopes she had entertained, instead lost to Lezard’s own dreams and ambitions. With those desires, that sentiment thoroughly tasted, Lenneth had been made even more radiant, her eyes wild with every last bit of it.

It had left her shaken, the Goddess unable to shield herself from him. Gone had been the cold disinterest, Lezard reflected inside her a thousand times over. In her thoughts, and in her heart, that sliver of hate a poison that weakened her to him. She had not only took note of him, Lenneth had FELT, the woman colored by a passion that had been both his and hers, the push and pull clash of opposing sides a different shade of the same flavor, love and hate so closely intertwined that only the thinnest of lines divided them.

Love his passion, hate had now been hers, Lenneth having boiled over with it. That it had then practically personified her, the Goddess made livid with Lezard. Her blue eyes had sparked with it, Lenneth hissing and shouting at him. All that unabated fury at last taking an outlet, the man a glutton for every last ounce of it. Each slap, and every curse, months upon months of her anger, her disappointments, and even her private fears, unleashed. She had all but sobbed with it, racked with those violent shudders, and the persistent truth that had been forced on her.

Somehow, impossibly so, it had gone from that violent kiss, to them on their knees, Lezard’s arms still locked around hers. It hadn’t been quite comfort but neither had it been meant as a menace, Lezard just holding her. They had weathered through the storm of that inexhaustible emotion together, each and every thunder clap, Lenneth sagging in his embrace. Wilted like a flower, with all the fight and vitality having leeched out of her, the Goddess had been made almost pliant.

The occasional tremor had still shook through that slender frame of hers, a stuttered breath having caught in the throat of an otherwise silent Goddess. He should have been content with that much, the timing having been all wrong for anything more. Yet he had tried all the same, Lezard not so much discarding the signs, as having thought to give Lenneth one last push, a nudge in the only direction that made sense. With his hands having been on her, with his fingers having combed through the luxurious locks of her hair, he had went for one last truth.

“Now you can admit to it...” That husky whisper had seem to fill the room, somehow expanding to fit into each nook and cranny, so that the sound of his voice had echoed off the walls. “This world for the sham that it is…that it has always been.”

She had not made so much as a sound, the only sign of her comprehension had been that of Lenneth’s flinch against him. He had kept on petting over her hair, the touch meant to soothe, to calm the worst of the Goddess’ breaking heart.

“Such a lie, while pretty on the surface, can’t begin to placate the void left behind. That lonely feeling gnawing inside you, piece by jagged piece, the emptiness consuming you so that you are always searching, always looking for that elusive something that cannot be found in memories alone. Precious though they may be, those sweet recollections are flawed.”

“Flawed...” It had been the softest of whispers, only audible due to the close proximity that had been between them.

“People tend to idealize the past.” Lezard had explained. “They take all of the good, and choose to remember little of the bad. Often lamenting for a time that their minds recall as better than it had actually been, it’s not the years gone by that they are longing for, so much as their dreams for a better world...”

Again that sharp flinch, as though his words had scored a direct hit against her. Lezard had hid a smile against the top of the trembling Goddess’ hair, the sweet scent of it having been flavored with that of her misery. His hand had continued to pet over her, the Valkyrie almost docile in the moment, as she had knelt caught between the cage of his arms.

“No one is immune to that kind of longing.” Lezard had continued. “Not humans, not demons, and certainly not you!”

“We are ALL imperfect creatures, when it comes to emotion. Perhaps the other Gods had once been able to claim better than we, but those relics are no more. Made useless by their inability to grow, those stagnant beings were doomed not just by the trickster, but by their refusal to feel.”

Each flinch had been telling, painting to vivid life a great many things. Her pain, her heartbreak, a guilt and even an agreement, reluctant though it had been.

“You know as well as I do, how little they valued feelings. How they practically feared human emotion. Given how they tried to suppress yours, it is no wonder there was no love lost. No love and no room for ones such as they, in this idyllic peace that you have created.”

She had lifted her head up at that, the striking cobalt color of her eyes piercing into him. The Goddess had tried and failed to contain her emotions, all that pain and uncertainty having swirled to vivid life inside her. The wet sheen of her gaze had betrayed even more, though no tear outright fell free.

“It can’t last.” The words had been firm where his voice had been soft, Lezard having tried to gentle that next blow. “Wonderful dream though it started as, that continued void inside you, that loneliness eating away at your insides, will mark it for the nightmare it is in truth. Those souls you have surrounded yourself with, those puppets whose memories help to placate that emptiness? Even those will eventually no longer be enough. Even HE will no longer be enough, none of them able to understand you. None of them to even want to try.”

His fingers had still been combing over her hair, Lezard having then bent his face over hers to breathe against her cheek. “I am different. I am the one being that exists in all of this creation, who not only understands, but has the free will to choose. I am the only one that can be your equal, your confidant, your port in this storm. I alone can give you what you need, what the others lack, what even HE falls short of.”

Her eyes had been gleaming, that wet sheen having held the tears but also that of a fading defiance. That tired anger hadn’t been capable of blazing any hotter, hers a spirit that had stood on the verge of breaking, the Goddess tired, and so wholly human in that moment. Vulnerable, that weakness’ fine quiver having run its course through her, Lenneth having been primed for that one final blow that could have shattered apart completely, or have healed that rift between them.

It had been a gamble, but then any mention of that man, always was. Lucian had long had such a strangle hold on the Goddess’ heart, HIS feelings having tried to shape and mold Lenneth’s in turn, the woman, the Goddess having been forced into yet another role, into becoming the living embodiment of a memory long dead. It had been as laughable as it had been infuriating, that man, that boy, trying to shape the Goddess with his own personal desires. It was the utmost in ironic, that Lezard could be accused of doing the same, but with one key difference. The mage, that sinner, that depraved madman, had seen and wanted Lenenth for who she really was, and not who she could have once been.

“I SEE you.” Lezard had breathed out loud. “I see the benevolent Goddess with the heart so capable and willing to love, who had broken free of her fate, the path that been carved out for her. I see the woman who had felt for the world, who had cried out at its loss. I see that noble and proud spirit, the warrior who had and still does fight to the bitter end, and that lonely soul who has tried to content herself with the memories. I see you for YOU, and not the girl, that single incarnation one out of so many, that HE would have had you be.”

“Lucian….”

“Yes, Lucian.” He had practically sneered with that name, Lezard absolutely furious. Angry over what that foolish boy had tried to do, and made even madder over what Lenneth had allowed of it. “It’s not YOU that he had loved, it’s that girl, that memory of a life taken too soon.”

“Platina only died when she did because Odin had had need of me!”

“So that then excuses the boy?” Lezard had demanded. “All his misdeeds and sins, every last one, forgiven so that you might play a memory for him? What kind of life would that have been? For you and for him?! IF he had lived, had actually survived the trickster’s treachery, would living that lie with him have made you happy?!”

“I...”

“That you even hesitate tells me enough. It wouldn’t, it couldn’t, no matter which version of Lucian you end with. So then tell me, Lenneth, why!? Why continue to live out this farce with the memory you have made to replace him!? Why Lenneth? When right before you is one just as devoted and ready to be with the TRUE you!”

A slap had then met with his cheek, Lenneth having managed enough force in that blow, to have turned him aside.

“How dare you!” She had seethed out at him.

“That’s right, I DARE!” Lezard had hissed back. “I am the only one who does, the only one who can, full of the truth and all of its unpleasant aspects that you don’t want to acknowledge, let alone hear! It is cold fact that I am armed with, all those niggling little worries and doubts inside you at last given voice! Hate me if you must, but stop surrounding yourself with those lies!”

“I already do hate you!” She had all but shouted in his face, attempting to then push herself free of him. “For each and every thing that you have done and will do, for the one remaining happiness that you try to take from me!” Her wild, spastic struggles had then become violent, Lenneth repeatedly striking at him with both of her hands, attempting to slap her way to freedom. Her voice had then caught on a sob, the futility of what she had been attempting then proven to her by Lezard’s own strength. By the hands holding her down, that heavy weight atop her, Lenneth suddenly on her back.

Even then she had gleamed defiant, the bold blue of her eyes a challenge for Lezard to do his worst. Goddess help them both, but he had considered it, that temptation having betrayed itself in the fine tremor that had shuddered it’s way through him.

There would have been no going back had he truly snapped. Just as there would have been no moving forward at holding back. That indecision had warred inside him, the one dominant thought in all of this, that of how much simpler things would have been, if Lenneth would just say yes.

To Be Continued…

Iffy on how I ended it, just cause I have been working on this one bit by bit for just about short of forever and wanted it over and done with already. I had a lot of trouble with this one. I originally wanted the drabble to be about intoxication, between him getting drunks, and how intoxicating he finds her...was even going to title it intoxicate...but then drunken Lezard started rambling, and it felt like it was finished at 682 words, and nothing had truly been accomplished. It took a few days, to figure out how to use what I already had, and go into something else of what I had wanted in the harsh truths drabble...but at the cost of the intoxication theme….^^:;

Those who read and followed the original drabble series, might recognize a line from the part I am STILL undecided on. The part about things would be much simpler/easier if Lenneth would just say yes. I should really make a decision at this point...but I think instead I might jump over to the waking up in a homunculous body drabble...but we will see. Really I just want to spend the rest of the evening relaxing, maybe sneak in some game time with Berseria.

This sudden humidity and heat isn’t helping my creativity. X_X

---Michelle

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